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Inann'a kur Kummar

When Grievous was taken by Count Dooku, the role of khagan fell to Bentilais. Bentilais held onto this role until he was taken by Lord Sidious. For almost 20 years, there was no khagan, no izvoshra, and no planetary army of Kalee. The kolkpravis had scattered to the wind, returning to their homes on Kalee or colonizing the nearby planets of Tovarskl, Oben, and Abajji Minor. However, not long after Bentilais died, a new, unnamed female Kaleesh leader was believed to be the reincarnation of the legendary demigod Ronderu lij Kummar. (Fun fact, the unnamed female Kaleesh actually has a basis in the source material, I have simply given her some character).

Inann'a was born in 22 BBY to the kur tribe, a clan of Kaleesh jungle warriors known for fighting like demons. The kur tribe places a lot of emphasis on names and their meanings. They believe your first name represents your future and your path in life. Your tribe name represents your past, where you come from, your people. Your earned title represents your present, who you are, and why. Inann'a means Lovely Warrior, someone both beautiful and dangerous. Kur is one of the Kaleesh afterlives, somewhat comparable to hell. The name kur means "from hell", ie, demons. The tribe takes pride in this name, leaning into Kaleesh demonic imagery. They also have a habit of coating their weapons in the poison of a paralytic jungle flower. The name Kummar is actually Grendajuin in origin, as it was initially used to describe Qymaen jai Sheelal's twin demigod from the ice continent Ronderu lij Kummar. Inann'a loathes her title, as it isn't hers to begin with, and was mostly forced upon her. However, nobody listens to her because, c'mon, that's the reincarnation of the Kummar!

Inann'a's village was massacred by a wandering warlord and his horde, who slaughtered all of the warriors and took the remaining Kaleesh as slaves/concubines. Inann'a, who had suffered an injury hunting was resting and unable to help while the attack occurred. Over time, she learned that most of the horde simply tolerated their tarkhan, and fought for him out of necessity and convenience. Using this, she organized a rebellion, and dragged the tarkhan out of his bed one night and killed him in front of his warriors. The horde summarily dispersed, but Innan'a was left with about 300 or so warriors loyal to her, mostly the slaves, the tarkhan's various wives, and a good number of the horde. Over time, she has amassed a greater army than Kalee has ever seen, and is well on her way to making the Kaleesh a galactic force to be reckoned with.

Gharash'fa

Gharash'fa once had a true Kaleesh name, but it has been lost to the annals of history. Now he is only known as Gharash'fa, aka, Problem Dad.

Born in 55 BBY, he lived in a small fishing village on the coast of the Jenuwaa Sea. His village would often trade with a much larger livestock village upriver. Every year at the New Year's Festival, the two villages would merge into one to throw a huge celebration. It was at one of them that he met a girl. She was of a richer family than he, and was set to become the matriarch of her tribe when the time came. He, on the other hand, ran wild as a fisherman's son. (A bit of context: I headcanon that Kalee's ocean is way more biodiverse and alive than the land, and tends to be quite dangerous for the water-averse Kaleesh. Fishermen and sailors of all types are regarded as a fair bit crazy because they purposefully go out on the Great Blue Death). They were almost polar opposites, but they complimented each other perfectly. She taught him a bit more restraint and could soothe his wild streaks of emotion, while he gave her more excitement than her family thought was healthy. They'd often go out on his canoe and simply float, staring at the stars. They were in love.

Then the Huk arrived. They were called away to war. He was amongst the first to serve under Qymaen jai Sheelal. In 33 BBY, he was deployed to Abbaji Minor to fight the Huk there. His kamen was sent into an ambush unknowingly, and they were stranded. The Huk's reinforcements arrived and pushed the Kaleesh off the planet. They were helpless, deserted on an alien planet, with no hope of returning home. Over the years, disease, starvation, or losing the will to live dwindled the original group of 32 to him and one other. By 20 BBY, it was just him and one other. The pair was never told that the Huk War had ended, that the Huk had won, or that the planet had been returned to their greatest enemies. They spent years terrorizing the Yam'rii colonizers before his friend died of an infected wound. It was also during this time that Gharash'fa lost his left arm from just above the elbow down.

Despite the loss of his greatest comrade, he refused to give up the fight. If he stopped now, it would all have been for nothing. He had lost too much. Eventually, though, the Yam'rii enemies stopped appearing. He still saw them in the shadows, in the twitching of branches, in the canopy as the wind rustled the leaves, but they weren't there. It was as if they had simply dropped off the face of the earth. In reality, the year was 3 BBY and the Yam'rii had returned to their home planet of Huk to defend against the Empire. It took another 3 years before he was found by a group of rebels looking for a place to hide. The fact that the planet was seemingly only inhabited by one large, angry, borderline-senile lizard man with one arm did nothing to deter them. Their pilot, a young Kaleesh woman, recognized the Yam'rii scars on his chest, arms, and face, and asked how long he had been fighting the Huk. Almost immediately, they began to swap war stories.

Now, Gharash'fa fights for the Rebellion. Even one-handed, he fights better than any stormtrooper. His time on Abbaji Minor has scarred him, mentally and physically, and he's still incredibly jumpy. Despite this, he's as quiet as death and prefers to use sign language. The young Kaleesh woman had been orphaned by the Empire, and he never had any kids, so they've become a family unto themselves. As for the girl he loved on Kalee? They say when she returned, she became a reclusive hermit, living alone in the woods. Nobody has seen or heard from her since.

Nanulak kan K'ush

Nanulak is my newest OC and the one I've got the least solid backstory for. I'm still trying to decide whether I want him around during the High Republic era or the Sequel Era.

Nanulak is a Kaleesh bounty hunter from Grendaju. He has been exiled from Grendaju for the crime of patricide and has taken up bounty hunting to make ends meet. He lives by a strict code of honor dependent on proving his strength and capabilities. He travels the galaxy, only taking jobs that could prove a challenge for him. His reputation is of a cold-blooded animal, relentless in his icy fury. He sees everything as a game and conducts himself not as a hunter of men, but as a predator. Think Kraven the Hunter, or the Yautja from the Predator series. He dislikes blasters as a rule, instead preferring to use his slugthrower rifle or any manner of melee weaponry. His skull mask is made out of the skull of a karabbac.

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 (𝐈𝐈)

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x F!Reader

Summary: After you reveal the truth of what your relationship really was between you and Miguel, everyone's keen on learning more. So what better way to give a little more insight than a dinner at your shared home?

Warnings: None~ Just back again with silly shenanigans and the softest of fluff :3

A/N: Hello, everyone! After the first part of 'What's In Between' blew up (you can read it here, thank you so much by the way, you're all so sweet), many people have asked for a part two, so here it is! Enjoy <3

The moment you break the news to them, the volume of the table booms to a fever pitch as everyone begins talking at the same time.

“W-WHAT?!”

“Married? No way,” Hobie says.

“How long have you been together?” Pavitr asks.

“I can’t say I saw this coming…” Miles says, eyes widening in surprise.

Miguel had been watching you the moment you snuck up on the group, but with the newfound panic from everyone he couldn’t help but make his way over to the commotion.

“You’re all being loud, what are you yelling about now?” Miguel asks, walking over and standing by your side.

“HOW COULD YOU NOT TELL US YOU WERE MARRIED?!” Gwen shouts.

“You never asked,” he blinks, “and also, it’s none of your business.”

“Miguel, as your best friend I am deeply offended that you haven’t told me after this long, does our friendship mean nothing to you?” Peter says, hand on his chest in pretend hurt.

“You are not my best friend,” Miguel deadpans.

“After I opened up to you no less, I mean, you were the first person I told about Mayday! All the details-” he continues, ignoring the comment.

“Not by choice,” he mutters.

“Does no one know about this?? At all???” Pavitr asks, “I mean, you two are married.”

“I mean, Jess knows about it,” you gesture, and she only grins.

“And now all of you do too,” Miguel sighs. “Vida mía, I thought we talked about this,” he admonishes.

“Oh, c’mon, it was cute how they were all trying to figure it out for so long. I was starting to feel bad,” you say, smoothing your hair back. He only stares at you for a moment before sighing.

“Fine,” he relents, “Can’t do anything about it now anyway.” He smiles softly at you, and the group watches in awe as their cold leader softens in your presence, but his gaze quickly grows dark as he turns back to the group.

“One word of this to anyone outside of this group,” he says with a pointed finger before trailing off, allowing everyone to fill in the blanks as to what he might do.

Everyone’s faces pale like a sheet at the unnamed threat (well, except for Hobie, he only watches with blatant amusement on his face), but you only laugh.

“Miguel, don’t threaten the kids,” you giggle. “Don’t worry, he’s all bark and no bite,” you whisper to them with a wink.

“Hey, that’s what I say!” Peter says.

“You are his best friend after all,” you grin.

“I have never said those words a day in my life,” he scoffs, but you ignore him, eyes lighting up with an idea.

“Oh! I have a lovely idea, how about you all swing by our place for dinner later? We never have guests,” you suggest.

Gwen gasps, “Really?”

“This…maybe doesn’t seem like the best idea,” Miles says as he shrinks down in his seat at Miguel’s glare towards you.

“I have plans tonight…though I don’t think they’d mind if I cancel,” Hobie says nonchalantly, but everyone knew there was no way in hell he’d miss something like this.

“What am I, cat litter?” Jess asks. She was the only person to have been at your shared home, having joined around the same time as you, and being one of the few people Miguel fully trusts.

“You know it's not like that, Jess,” you turn to her with a grin.

“Absolutely not, it's already a liability that they know querida, now you want them traipsing into our home?” Miguel argues, and you narrow your eyes at him, never one to back down from a fight. While it got on his nerves, it's what he loved about you too. He needed someone that wouldn’t take his shit.

“Miguel,” you say, giving him a look. “All our enemies are literally in alternate universes who, aside from those small tears, have no way to go cross-dimensional, let alone find us in the expanse of a universe. Besides, I think it would be nice,” you say, and Mayday seems to agree since she climbs right up into your arms, babbling happily.

“And don’t think I don’t know you have a soft spot for this lil ragtag team,” you smile, bouncing up and down as Mayday laughs.

He huffs, “I am anything but soft, especially for them. They never listen, don’t follow protocol, are immature, and the list goes on.”

“He’s lying,” you whisper, covering your mouth from his direction as though that would stop him from happening. Mayday grabs your hand though, playing with your fingers happily. “See how his ears are turning red?”

At that, his ears turn more red and the group tries to stifle their snickers to no avail.

“Querida,” he warns. “Do you feel the need to share anything else about me? Or have you had enough,” he asks, poking your shoulder. You place a hand on his bicep with a gentle smile, and his expression softens much to his dismay.

“Honey, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you grin. “Alright, it’s settled then! You’re all coming over tonight.”

~

You hummed softly to yourself as you moved around the kitchen, preparing the food for dinnertime when everyone would be coming over.

Then, you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck as a familiar presence makes himself known, strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head rests on top of yours.

“Vida mía, the food smells good,” he says softly before sighing. “But I’m not very happy with you today.”

You let out a sigh of your own as you turn off the stove before turning around in his arms to face him.

“Miguel, my love,” you say, smoothing out the collar of the pullover he wore before looking up at him. “I know you well, don’t I?”

“More than anyone,” he says, the corner of his mouth lifting the tiniest amount as he presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Then it’s safe to assume that you’ve been wanting to hang out with more people in the Society apart from work-related things?” you ask, placing your hand on his chest.

“I can’t afford anything like that in this line of work, you know that querida,” he sighs, that familiar hardened look in his eyes for a moment.

“Miguel, your only friends can’t be me, Lyla and Jess,” you pout.

“Vida mía, you are my wife,” he says.

“Yes, and it's miracle enough that I was able to grow close enough to you to get to that point,” you chuckle, “so my existence in your life is proof itself that you are capable of growing close to people. I’ve seen you, I think you’re ready and deep down I know you don’t always want to be perceived as the cold and unfeeling leader of the Society. Why not start with them?”

“That’s not a decision for you to make,” he says, glancing away from you.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologize, feeling a bit guilty that you threw Miguel into this without warning. “I should have spoken to you about it first but who knows. Maybe this is a good thing, opening your heart a little more,” you explain. “Don’t think I realize you’re the hardest on them because you believe in them,” you smile.

He huffs before pausing to think for a moment. “Sometimes I wonder when you snuck your little way into my head, querida.”

“Admit it, you’re growing soft,” you giggle softly.

“Never,” he counters, tickling your side which makes you scrunch up your face as you laugh breathlessly.

“OKAY! Okay, you’re one soft fluffy teddy bear, happy?” you say which only makes him continue with even more fervour.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I think I have ever heard you say, querida,” he snorts but finally relents.

“Yeah….I can’t even say that with a serious face,” you chuckle. “But you do have your moments, tough guy,” you smile, leaning up on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. That’s when the doorbell rings, and immediately your eyes light up.

“Oh! They’re here!!” you say excitedly, escaping from his grasp as you move to open up the door.

“Here we go,” he murmurs to himself, and you turn to face him.

“What was that?” you ask.

“Nothing, vida mía,” he replies, and you narrow your eyes in disbelief.

“Behave, Miguel,” you tell him.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else,” he replies, and you grin before opening up the front door.

There, you find Miles, Gwen, Pavitr, Peter (alongside Mayday of course), Hobie and Jess all standing outside, chatting amongst themselves before turning to you.

Miles almost looks like he’s in disbelief like he couldn’t really believe this was your home quite yet.

“Hi!” Gwen starts.

“Took you lot long enough,” Hobie says. “Was starting to think we'd have to build a fire and cook it ourselves.” Gwen punches his shoulder, to which he lets out a little “Ow!”

“Sorry about him,” Gwen apologizes.

You just find yourself laughing at it all though.

“No apologies needed, we were a little preoccupied. Come on in, make yourself at home,” you say, opening the door a little wider for them to make their way through.

“Not too at home though,” you hear Miguel say, leaning into the foyer from the living room, arms crossed over his chest.

“Ignore him,” you say, giving him a pointed look to which he just stares at you blankly. “Dinner will be ready soon, I just have to set the table and we can eat, alright?”

“It smells delicious,” Pavitr says, “I’m starving.”

Mayday seems to agree as she crawls up from the baby carrier onto Peter’s head, making grabby hands from the top.

“Someone’s hungry,” Peter chuckles. “Got anything she can eat?”

“I have a few things, don’t worry,” you smile.

“It really does smell really good though, but it always does,” Jess adds.

“It’s nothing special,” you say sheepishly. “Just some of Miguel’s favourites.”

You guide them all into the living room. “Settle in! I’ll be done in a snap,” you say.

As you make your way back to the kitchen (with Jess joining you to help out), back in the living room the squad of spiders settle in almost hesitantly, a watchful eye monitoring all of their reactions.

No one dares say anything, only sitting around nervously.

“So…nice weather we’re having,” Peter says, trying to lighten the mood but even Mayday gives him a deadpanned expression.

Miguel sighs. “You’re all acting like there’s a ticking time bomb waiting for you to speak before setting off,” he says, still leaning up against the doorway.

“We don’t know, mate. Is there?” Hobie jokes, but Miles’ face drops anyway.

“There isn’t, for the record. I can be harsh but I’m not evil,” Miguel scoffs before making eye contact with Pavitr who looks like he wanted to ask something but was holding back.

“One question,” he says simply with a nod.

“How long have you two been together?”

“…a little over 4 years now,” he replies.

“How did you meet?” Gwen asks.

“I said one question,” he says before your voice cuts in.

“My universe was one of the first he visited! He hated me back then, though,” you laugh as you walk back in. “Speaking of which!! I have some things you might all want to see after dinner,” you grin mischievously.

“I thought you said I was the one that had to behave, mi corazón,” Miguel says, a warning tone in his voice.

“And I am, aren’t I?” you say, poking his side playfully. “Anyway, dinner’s ready,” you say, leading them to the dining room. “I know it's not much but-”

“How in the hell is this not much??” Hobie exclaims, and you just shrug. “You should see dinner with my family, then you will think that it’s not much,” you say with a chuckle.

On the table sat a wide expanse of food, all of Miguel’s favourites from Mexico. Empanadas as the appetizer, alongside pozole, ceviche, enchiladas, and chicken with mole poblano all served with a side of rice, beans, or homemade corn tortillas depending on each person’s preference.

You can see Miguel’s eyes visibly brighten as he looks at the food, settling in at the head of the table with you by his side.

“Come eat!” As you say that, everyone sits down before beginning to eat, everyone heading straight to what appealed to them the most.

“This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted,” Miles says, eyes closed in bliss.

“Oye, don’t let your Mother hear that, kid,” Miguel says, but the corner of his lip was upturned in the tiniest of smiles. The most he would allow himself around this many people.

“Thank you, Miles,” you smile.

“This, uhh, how do you say it again? Poh-zuhl?” Gwen asks, and you laugh out loud as she turns pink, meanwhile both Miguel and Miles cringe slightly.

“I’m sorry for laughing, sweetheart. You’re almost there; it’s pronounced like ‘poh-zoh-lay’,” you say kindly.

“Ohh, okay gotcha. Pozole. It’s really good! Feels…comforting, almost,” she says.

“Yes,” you say, glancing at your husband with a soft smile, “it’s Miguel’s favourite. Says it ‘tastes like home’.” A chorus of ‘awws’ go around the table, while Miguel only holds the bridge of his nose with a sigh.

“Alright, alright. Enough with the cheesy stuff, let’s get back to eating, yeah?” Hobie says before shoving his fork back into his mouth.

~

Once dinner was finished (and after both Miles and Gwen insisted that they did the dishes despite much argument from you), everyone was settled again in the living room laughing and talking together, and while Miguel only said a few things here and there and sat by your side like a lost puppy, he did seem to be enjoying himself.

“Alright! Now, before everyone goes back home, I have one more thing I’d like to show you,” you say once it quiets down a bit. Standing up, you make your way over to a large bookshelf you and Miguel had built together when you first moved in together.

“I’ve gotten tired of having only myself to show these photos to, so this is the perfect opportunity,” you smile.

“Querida-” Miguel says, holding out a hand to block your way but you look at him with pleading eyes, and he can’t do anything but relent. He couldn’t say no when you looked at him like that.

With a triumphant ‘haha!’ you grab a photo album labelled with a date and a single word; ‘Ours’.

Everyone crowds around as you place it down on the coffee table, and you open it up to the first page.

Gwen is the one that gasps first, eyes wide with awe.

“You both look so beautiful,” she says softly.

There, front and centre was a photo of you and Miguel on your wedding day. You were smiling wide at the camera, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in hand while Miguel only looked at you with an expression so in awe it was as though you painted the stars in the sky.

“You clean up nicely, big man,” Hobie comments, and Pavitr nods.

“Weddings, my favourite,” Jess says, a fond expression on her face as she thinks back to her own husband.

“I had a bird fly into my face at my wedding…but they are nice,” Peter says, rocking Mayday gently as she naps away after the hearty dinner even despite the commotion.

You continue to flip through the photobook, pausing periodically for a little anecdote about each one. Miguel had long stood up to make room for everyone else, but he looked at you in the same way he did on your wedding day.

Like you were the light of his life, the one good thing he had amongst the millions of universes parallel to his own. Like you were his everything.

~

“Admit it, you like them,” you smile, the house finally quiet after everyone headed home. He only rolls his eyes before pulling you into his lap, his face going into the crook of your neck as he holds you close.

“There is a big difference between ‘liking’ and ‘tolerating’, sweetheart,” he says, rubbing circles into your hip soothingly.

“Yeah, yeah, tough guy. Whatever you say,” you reply, wrapping your arms around his neck and settling into his touch with a happy sigh.

You both sit there for a moment in silence, the two of you weren’t ones to fill silence with mindless chatter. If words needn’t be said then they weren’t.

“That was…nice, though,” he admits softly after a little while.

“I know,” you whisper.

~

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“That won’t happen again for a long while though,” he says, pulling away to look at you, crimson eyes pleading with you wordlessly.

You can’t do anything but laugh.

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Gwen does her job and painlessly stops the anomaly before he can become a multiverse-spanning problem. Without any holes to defend himself, the Spot is arrested, and gets sent to a psychiatric hospital to receive the help he clearly desperately needs. Soon after his discharge, Spider-Man visits to try and clear the air...

Content warning for: Psychiatric mistreatment, trauma/mental illness symptoms such as dissociation, paranoia, etc, suicidal ideation, more that I'm forgetting probably... yeah, it might get pretty rough.

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The Huntress

I was juking the Huntress' clutches and axes so much that her dead dad came back from the dead as a poltergeist to help his murderous daughter catch my fat ass. She reacted like a child receiving a Christmas gift when she saw me dangling mid-air by the back of my shirt. She thanked her dad before taking me to a moldy stained table and cracking my skull open with a hatchet :)

I like to think that after all the nonsense Ronderu showed up to bring Grievous home to Kalee where he belonged, whether he deserved it or not.

The world was so ungrateful to you...

another jack in the box photo dump 🫶🫶