#dadkrennic

Orson followed her gaze as it traveled lazily across the room until it settled meaningfully on Vice Admiral Orurt—a finer, younger and more handsome specimen, he mused, than Vice Admiral Voss. And way more important than that—if he wasn’t mistaken and his sources didn’t lead him astray—, Orurt was Voss’ main rival to the soon-to-be vacant Admiralty of the Eleventh Fleet.

Kleya's expression brightened as she leaned forward slightly.

“One must be careful these days…” she continued in a conspiratorial whisper. “Juggling so many delicate… arrangements. It would be terribly unfortunate if any of them came to light, wouldn’t it? Especially ones involving someone so much younger and… ambitious."

Millee opened her mouth, disbelief written all over her features.

Orson’s mouth curved in satisfaction.

He took a measured sip of his drink, eyes never leaving Kleya. There was some modicum of surprise in the arch of his brows and the deep, private pleasure of seeing his wife bare her teeth in public and drawing blood with a violence he didn’t know she was capable of.

She had dismantled the woman who had spent years looking down on her, and she had done it without raising her voice—unapologetic, precise, and utterly without remorse.

All her previous interactions with Lady Voss had left her shaken and in need of his intervention.

But tonight he was leaning back and watching it with deep fascination that bordered on hunger.

He was… mesmerized by this new version of his wife.

“How refreshingly entertaining you are tonight, Lady Krennic.” She forced a laugh, fingers tightening around her Corellian Sparkling. The fuzzy liquid danced in the glass. “But indeed, discretion is such a rare quality these days. One can only hope it remains mutual."

Kleya smiled with quiet satisfaction. “You'll have to excuse me.” She turned to him, hand sliding over his forearm. “I've promised my husband a dance."

Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story is available on AO3.

It’s WIP Wednesday babe!!! And it's been AGES since I last shared a something here! So here we go with yet another snippet for my lil alternate reality written for the domaystic challenge. The chapter with the gala that I promised is here and Krennic is having the time of his life watching Kleya making her rounds. This chapter will feature triple POV. Krennic's, Luthen's and Kleya's. And I'm having a blast writing it.

If anyone is interested in @domaystic 2026, if you go to their profile you can see the list of prompts.

She froze. Unsure of what to do to calm down the upset infant.

Krennic scooped the baby with practiced ease, soothing him in under a minute as Kleya adjusted her nightgown.

She pressed two fingers to her temples again, massaging the spot. It did little to relieve the pain and discomfort.

When she next looked up at him, Krennic stared back with furrowed brows.

“Kleya, are you okay?”

The next words that tumbled out of her mouth were bewildered, “Why are you here? Who is this baby? Why are you kissing me?”

Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story will be available on AO3 on May 1st for Domaystic 2026.

Excited to share here my newest Krennic x Kleya WIP because I will go down with this ship. I had the idea after seeing the prompts for Domaystic 2026. I actually shared here that I'd write snippets for Better Half, but then an idea for a Alternative Reality struck me. And I was like... why the heck not?

I had the idea yesterday and as of now I have 3 chapters done. The story will be told in prompts, so each day a different prompt and a new chapter. I don't think I'll update daily, but that's something entirely different. But I can assure you the story will have 31 chapters. For now, they're all around 1k-2k. I don't think they'll get much bigger than that.

Here goes the summary. And if anyone is interested in Domaystic 2026, here you can see the list of prompts. Because why the heck not transform domesticity into something absolutely suffocating?

Summary: The Death Star is operational. Luthen dies because of this piece of information. And Kleya wakes up in a new reality in which none of it matters, because neither of these things has happened. She’s married to the architect of destruction: Orson Krennic. Actually, it’s much worse: he and she have a son together and she’s never been part of the Rebellion. Tethered to a reality that makes absolutely no sense, Kleya has no option except to use what she knows and her abilities to bring down the man who now shares her bed. The question is: can she? Will she?

[Krennic x Kleya | Domaystic 2026 | Alternative Reality | Told in Prompts]

And yet, as she turned off the hair dryer the sound of happy giggles and water being played with dragged her to the refresher in the nursery before she could control herself.

She expected to find Karim giving the nanny droid a hard time.

She didn’t expect to find Krennic soaked from head to toe as Karim hit the water with his chubby hands, making a mess of the refresher and his father.

When the child spotted her, he hit his tiny fists one final time in the water with all his might, before raising his arms and letting out the happiest of the squeals.

“Mama!”

Water flew across Krennic’s face and he coughed a little, spitting on the floor. He shook his head and looked at her over his shoulder. The expression that stared back at her made her purse her lips into a thin line to avoid laughing.

Karim continued to move his arms excitedly, begging to be taken in her arms. Krennic shifted his attention back to him and took him out of the tub. He kicked his legs, wetting everyone further. Droplets of water hit her cheek.

Kleya got a towel nearby and wrapped it around him, drying his little face carefully as he continued to babble. The nanny droid beeped just outside the refresher, ready to get him into its many arms. He fussed a little, but settled when the nanny droid started humming, its voice eerily similar to hers.

She and Krennic reached for another towel at the same time. He let his fingers slide away as she grabbed the fabric. She didn’t think, she just acted—bringing it to dry his face.

His intense blue eyes bore into hers, and his hand came up to covers hers, before she could move away.

She didn’t.

Not this time.

Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story is available on AO3.

It’s WIP Wednesday babe!!! And here am with yet another snippet for my lil alternate reality written for the domaystic challenge.

Because I’m having too much fun with it and Karim is a cutie obsessed with his Mama. And why not throw a scene with Krennic all wet while we’re at it? As long as Karim is having the time of his life I don’t think he minds… much.

For those wondering about BH, I’ve the chapter outlined, but I didn’t sit down to write it. Between work and getting sick yet again, I didn’t do much these days. I’m not even past episode 1 in my Andor rewatch.

If anyone is interested in @domaystic 2026, if you go to their profile you can see the list of prompts.

This time she was the one to step closer.

She let the towel fall to their feet. But no one cared about it—she couldn’t care less.

Krennic’s hand found their way to her waist, holding loosely. He looked back at her eyes and when she nodded, they tightened around her.

His head dropped to hers.

…Krennic is no husband of mine…

She drowned her own voice—or the memory of it.

Their noses brushed.

“Dada! Up! Up!”

The excited, shrilling voice made them break apart. Krennic’s exhaled, his hands dropping from her waist. Her fingers, however, kept him close, still over his heart.

“Time for dinner, little master,” the nanny droid announced, leaving with Karim in its many arms. He waved at them as they disappeared through the threshold.

Kleya exhaled as well.

“You’re a good father,” she commented quietly, eyes set on his. She doesn’t know what surprised her more, the fact that the words left her unbidden or that she actually meant them. “He loves you.”

She let her hand fall from his chest.

He took her hand inside his, bringing her knuckles up to bestow them with a kiss—the contact electric and intense.

She shivered.

When he next spoke, it took her breath away.

“You used to love me as well.” Bad Reality | A Krennic x Kleya story will be available on AO3 on May 1st for Domaystic 2026.

Yet another excerpt for my lil Alternate Reality fic written for the Domaystic 2026 event. I just finished writing chapter 7 and as of now, the fic has 13k. Hope to have at least 10 written before I post the 1st chapter.

And if anyone is interested in @domaystic 2026, here you can see the list of prompts. I'm having the time of my life with their prompts.

Here goes the summary for Bad Reality. Many thanks to both Roberta and @cliotris for their invaluable comments and encouragement to keep writing this fic. Love you, girls! Summary: The Death Star is operational. Luthen dies because of this piece of information. And Kleya wakes up in a new reality in which none of it matters, because neither of these things has happened. She’s married to the architect of destruction: Orson Krennic. Actually, it’s much worse: they have a son together and she’s never been part of the Rebellion. Tethered to a reality that makes absolutely no sense, Kleya has no option except to use what she knows and her abilities to bring down the man who now shares her bed. The question is: can she? Will she?