The-falling-avenger - A Little Bit Of Randomness

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An unexpected visit

The second sister finds a little boy in her dream. She meets up with her long lost lover, reader who is still alive.

The second sister was in a deep state of meditation. She was surrounded in nothingness, but then it changed into a field of grass on top of a hill. When Trilla regained consciousness she was standing on top of a grass hill. No longer was she wearing her inquisitor's uniform, in its place she was wearing traditional Jedi robes, except that they were a dark gray. And her inquisitor lightsaber was clipped on her belt. What the hell?!

Then suddenly below her, a child’s voice crying out in frustration.

Stupid rock! Stupid force!”

She narrowed her eyes down to the little boy with dark black hair and a round face kicked up a cloud of dirt near a small rock. He couldn’t have been older than 4 years old. His force presence was strong, and bright. The second sister decided to make her presence known to the young boy. By walking down the cliff. Her boots thumped across the ground, the boy stopped and turned around looking at her with emerald eyes. Those eyes looked into Trilla’s very soul. Softening her hardened exterior.

“Who are you? Why are you in my dream?”

“My name is Trilla, young one.” She spoke in a soft tone that surprised herself. She knelt down to his level. “I don’t know; the force brought me here. What’s your name?”

“My name is Charlie; I have never met another person who could use the force before.. Except for mummy and me.”

Trilla raised an eyebrow in curiosity, when the boy mentioned his mother.

“You have a mother?” She asked.

“Duh! Everyone has a mummy.” Said Charlie giggling.

The inquisitor smiled at the boy upon hearing his bubbly laughter.

“Can you teach me how to lift this rock using the force?” Charlie asked innocently.

“Why of course Charlie.” The little boy ran up to hug her, burying himself in her robes. A feeling of warmth tingled inside the inquisitor, she didn’t want to let go of the boy. She felt a little hand tugging at her belt.

“A lightsaber! Only Jedi carry those! Mummy never lets me hold hers.”

Charlie didn’t touch her lightsaber, only stared at it with fascination taking in the details. “But it’s kinda funny looking.”

Trilla released him from the hug and laughed at his statement about her weapon.

“You are right, Charlie, it is funny looking isn’t it?” The sith ruffled the young one’s hair affectionately to get his attention.

“Alright, little one, first you need to clear your mind. And only think about lifting the rock. Focus.” Charlie stuck his tongue out as he concentrated, his left arm reaching out in effort. The rock on the grass wobbled and then slowly lifted off the ground for a few seconds before falling down into the ground.

“Well done!” exclaimed the second sister. Charlie’s eyes shone with pride at her praise. The little child tackled the inquisitor into another hug. Trilla let out a grunt, as she caught him in her arms.

“I did it!” he screamed, his cheeks puffed with excitement. “You smell nice..” he mumbled into her robes. He looked up at her with his big eyes. Dammit, he is too adorable. “Trilla, are you a jedi?”

“I was a jedi a very long time ago.”

“Oh, my mummy was a jedi a long time ago. but now she’s my mummy.” Charlie rested his head on Trilla’s shoulder. Trilla stroked his head gently, “Can you tell me a story?” The inquisitor sat on the grass with a little boy snuggling on her lap. Trilla hummed trying to recall a story that she heard from when she was a jedi youngling.

In this moment she was no longer a slave to the dark side. She felt another presence and the sound of a lightsaber igniting. A voice that she hadn’t heard for a long time.

“Let him go!”

Your voice was strong against the unknown person holding your son. The tall woman carefully placed Charlie on the ground who was asleep. Before calling the force to pull her lightsaber to her, igniting it. “Y/n?!” The inquisitor held her red lightsaber in her hand. You swung your lightsaber, not knowing who this stranger was. Trilla blocked your attack, your eyes faltered in recognition. “Trilla?! What the hell are you doing here?” Trilla’s hair was shorter than you remembered it.

Her pupils were sith yellow instead of her usual brown colour. And dammit she was attractive with her sith eyes. She blocked each one of your strikes. Both of your sabers clashed in a spark of purple in a saber lock. You eyed her figure, her muscles rippled under her robes, blushing at the thought of what it was like to be under them. Trilla, noticed your staring.

Are we having naughty thoughts Jedi? She taunted playfully through your force bond.

Shut up! Inquisitor scum You manage to break the saber lock, managing to get a hit on Trilla who stumbled back. She groaned on impact, taking a step back. She twirled her lightsaber, her eyes watching your every move. She then held out her left hand, using the force she yanked your saber from grip into her hand.

“Oh, Fuck.” You whispered, realizing the danger. You shut your eyes waiting for the killing blow from her saber. However, it never came.The sound of her lightsaber turning off confused you. Then a swirl of wind and her lips were smashed against yours; it was a desperate kiss. One filled with longing. Trilla’s, arms wrapped around your waist; pulling you against her. You blinked in surprise before kissing back just as passionately. Hands squeezed your bottom aggressively, as Trilla lifted you up. Automatically, you wrapped your legs around her.

“Mummy!” Charlie’s voice interrupted the reunion. “Trilla? Why are you kissing mummy?”

Trilla gently lowered you to solid ground, the sith released a quiet ‘oh shit’ that only you could hear. Looking at your son’s face with a sheepish smile. “I think we woke him up.” Charlie ran up to hug your legs.

“Umm, I was saying hello.” responded Trilla covering for the both of you. As she put an arm around you. You snickered at her, at her answer.

“Oh, Mummy does that to me too! She gives the best kisses! Mummy, this is Trilla, she can use the force too.” You kissed your son’s head, at his innocent response. “She’s nice, I like her. The force says we can trust her.” He whispered.

“I like her too. Honey.”

So? You have a kid. Trilla's voice was in your head, she sounded almost jealous. He’s very cute, looks just like you.

Trills, Are you jealous?

Yeah! I’m jealous that you had a baby with someone who wasn’t me. He could make an excellent apprentice. Trilla raised her eyebrow at you with a sexy smirk.

You wouldn't! A harsh glare came her way, and a whack for good measure made the sith wince.

“Mama, stop, that's not nice!” Charlie, scowled you, wiggling in your arms. You let him go as you could no longer hold him.

“Ow, that hurt..” whimpered the Inquisitor. “I was only joking!” Charlie came over to give Trilla a cuddle which she accepted. “Mama, say sorry.” he crossed his arms making a grumpy face at you.

“Yeah, Mummy says sorry.” Trilla copied Charlie’s voice with a cute pout of her own. Your son whispered into Trilla’s ear. They both had matching sly grins, before you knew what was happening your son came barrelling towards with hands tickling you. Trilla followed close behind him.

“Attack!” laughed Charlie, you tumbled into a fit of laughter, on the grass. Trilla, tickled you relentlessly.

“Do you surrender?” she laughed. You place your hands up in defeat, the three of you laid in the grass, Staring up at the fading sunlight.

“Mummy, where do babies come from?” Trilla was not expecting that to come out of a little kid. She looked at you for help, “They, come from the force honey.” You sent waves of sleepiness through the force, Charlie’s eyes began to droop. And soon he was asleep.

“Y/n I was not expecting that!” chucked the inquisitor into your shoulder. “So, who’s the father?” She turned to you, her eyes staring into yours, you blushed not meeting her eyes.

“Do you remember that time on Alderaan? Charlie was the result of our adventures.” You carefully nudge her shoulder to get her attention, “Baby?” Trilla rolled you on top of her.

Before, giving you a slow kiss, her hands tangled through your hair. Her tongue begged for entrance; which you happily let her. You pulled away first, foreheads touching.

“I need to know that you won’t turn us in.”

“I won’t.” Her eyes looked at you with such tenderness that you believed her. “I can’t believe we made that.” She lifted her head to gaze at your son. Your head was on her chest, listening to the thumping of her heart. He’s perfect.” Trilla pressed a kiss to Charlie’s forehead. Your heart melted as you looked at their interaction.

“Leave, the empire help me raise our son, we will be waiting on Koboh..” The force trembled around the sith, warning her that she was coming back to reality. The second sister woke up alone, in her bedroom clutching her sheets. She had work to do…

Reblog if you also think Toph shouldn’t have been a cop.

I want to see how “unpopular” this opinion really is outside cop-worshipping Reddit.

scenes from wynonna earp i thought were worth giffing during my rewatch (part 7/?)

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