#andor luthen

[margauxmara]

Luthen Rael from Andor

(Look at me trying to be normal about him for once)

[petite-e-toile]

[spinkville]

my favourite old man and his goth daughter

[parageist]

[theblvckvenus]

"Unhappy that I am, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. I love your majesty. According to my bond, no more nor less.”

. Kleya and her Lear .

[correctmeifimwrongplease]

One thing I love about season two of Andor is the reveal that Luthen and Kleya are their fake names for their identities. Not that’s it’s a shocking reveal; it’s that when we have Luthen say “I’m Luthen now. You’re Kleya,” after Kleya says “Am I your daughter now,” associates the identities Luthen and Kleya with being father and daughter. And we know they have used Luthen and Kleya for years; meaning they have decided to be father and daughter for years becoming real father and daughter in the process till they never used another alias.

[could-they-be-a-pro-wrestler]

How successful would Luthen Rael…

…be if they decided to become a pro-wrestler?

Yes on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills

Yes on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills

No on the microphone skills / Yes on the wrestling skills

No on the microphone skills / No on the wrestling skills

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[darknessawaits28]

Classified Desires continued

Just a little taste of what's to come in the next upcoming chapters in the Krennic x solo female rebel spy story I'm currently writing! I hope you enjoy lovies and thank you all for your love and support! Love yall! :3

-{ Link to: Marked by the Empire: Shadows of the Rebellion 〔Director Krennic x Female reader〕 Pt. 1}-

"Tell me, my dear… how does it feel to have your title stripped from you—along with everything you so foolishly fought for?" Krennic whispered, his breath hot against your ear, lips brushing dangerously close.

"You won’t win… the Empire will fall… just you wait," you spat through gritted teeth, eyes locked on his reflection in the mirror, burning with defiance.

"Oh? Will it now, my dear?" he drawled, amusement lacing his voice. "I highly doubt that—especially considering your current position." His hands slid down to your hips, firm and possessive, before his teeth sank into the delicate skin of your neck.

"Ah!" you gasped, clutching at the fabric of the slightly revealing dress you had been forced to wear.

"I will see you submit to me… one way or another," he murmured darkly. "And I will strip you of your rebel ideals, piece by piece…" His voice dropped to a venomous whisper before he bit down harder, a cruel mark left in his wake.

A broken, whimpering moan escaped your lips as his teeth sank deeper. A tear slipped down your cheek, unbidden, as your courage faltered beneath the weight of it all.

"N-No…" you breathed, trembling.