Untitled (Goran/Medrit)
This fic is rated: PG-13ish
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Goran/Medrit (theirloveissocanon)
Summary: some news
Warnings: two men in a relationship.
Spoilers: spoilerish for A Practical Man, but nothing you wouldn't pick up by reading Sacrifice.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Author's Note: I found no Goran/Medrit on teh internetz, so I made some.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days
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Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made. Mando'a was invented by Karen Traviss and is also property of Lucasfilm.
Goran Beviin drew a deep breath, girding himself as if for battle. "Med'ika -- "
Medrit crossed his arms across his chest. "You always call me that when you're about to tell me something you think I don't want to hear."
"That's not the only time I call you that."
"Yes, but we're not in bed. What is it -- another of Fett's jare'la plans?"
"Not Fett's idea at all," he said.
"Then what is it?" Medrit demanded. "Ke rejorhaa!"
This was not going at all the way he'd planned it. He took another deep breath. "We have a daughter."
Fandom: Star Wars
Characters/Pairing: Goran/Medrit (theirloveissocanon)
Summary: some news
Warnings: two men in a relationship.
Spoilers: spoilerish for A Practical Man, but nothing you wouldn't pick up by reading Sacrifice.
Word Count: 100
Feedback: yes, please!
Author's Note: I found no Goran/Medrit on teh internetz, so I made some.
Cross-Posted were_lemur, skywalker_days
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: George Lucas owns Star Wars. I own a 21-year-old pickup truck. I hope that Mr. Lucas will accept this story as the tribute to his genius it is, and not sue me for what little I have. No infringement is intended, no profit is being made. Mando'a was invented by Karen Traviss and is also property of Lucasfilm.
Goran Beviin drew a deep breath, girding himself as if for battle. "Med'ika -- "
Medrit crossed his arms across his chest. "You always call me that when you're about to tell me something you think I don't want to hear."
"That's not the only time I call you that."
"Yes, but we're not in bed. What is it -- another of Fett's jare'la plans?"
"Not Fett's idea at all," he said.
"Then what is it?" Medrit demanded. "Ke rejorhaa!"
This was not going at all the way he'd planned it. He took another deep breath. "We have a daughter."