#dyhtps

I talked a bit about it in this post but I'll get into more detail now. It was used by La Solfónica, a chorus made up by activists who adapt songs and sing them during protests. It was formed during the 15M movement. This was a movement that started after a protest on May 15th 2011. I can't explain it very well because I don't remember much as I was a child when it happened but it was a demand for a more participatory democracy and a greater separation of powers, avoiding a two-party system and a protest against the dominance of banks and corporations and many other issues mainly related to the economic crisis we were living. It was very big and it's consecuences last till today.

In this context, La Solfónica was created and they used DYHTPS for the first time during this protests. The video I have is from September 29th, when they sung it in the Neptuno Square in Madrid. I'm not sure but this was probably their own translation of the lyrics as it not similar to the 1992 nor the 2010 ones. Here's the video with subtitles in english:

This was not the only time they sang the song. Here's another video of them singing it during the "marcha de los parados" ("march of the unemployed") a protest against the big unemployment problem in 2013.

They not only sung it on the streets, but they broke into the Congress in 2014 and sung it to protest against the "Ley Mordaza" ("gag law") made basically to try to prevent a new 15M. I've found some news pages online (mats-sanidad and ElDiario.es) that mention a video filmed by a deputy from the inside but I can't find it, not even using wayback machine. Both of them are from December 11th 2014 but a member of La Solfónica mentioned in an interview it was on May 2015. I don't know if it happened twice or this member made a mistake (the law was approved a month later, on June 2015).

This was not the only version of this song they had. I've found a video from May 2018 posted in La Solfónica youtube channel in wich they sing it again with different lyrics. This time they sang the 2010 spanish translation with a few changes to fit the topic of the protest: refugees. In 2018 Spain was the main entrance by sea to Europe and there was a big movement both against and for it. I remember a bit more of it since I was a teenager. Here's the video:

La Solfónica still sings and protest today. On May they were in the protest for Palestine in Madrid. They don't seem to post on their youtube channel anymore but they're active on Twitter/X. I really recommend checking their socials as they have really interesting videos like this one singign for the 8M with other international choirs or this one when they were closing an act while the police was trying to stop it.

Over the next few weeks, things start to go back to a relative normal. You put the protests on pause for the time being, telling Fox that you will be returning to them once you feel up to it. He promises you that he, Thorn, Thire, Hound, and Stone will be right there with you the whole time. 

You heal up and return to work. You get a new apartment. One that is a lot closer to the Senate Dome so that Fox can be closer to you at all times. You feel a lot better, except for the emotional trauma of it all. Still having nightmares of Serenno, of Ventress coming for you, you wake up every couple of nights in a cold sweat. Fox just gently pulls you back to him and helps you breathe until you go back to sleep. 

Things are different for Fox, too. He realized just how human you are. How vulnerable you are. How breakable you are. He knows he’s not immortal by any means, but it really put it into perspective for him just how normal you are. At least compared to him. Now, he’s afraid to even touch you wrong. Like, he could break you at any point. 

He won’t be physical with you anymore… He won’t fuck you… He won’t even shower with you. If he wasn’t so relieved that day he found you and cried in your lap, you’d almost think he was over you. Anytime you try to ask him about it, he shuts it down, assures you he loves you, and changes the subject. But you can’t go on like that anymore. You need to know what’s going on with him.

“Do you just not want me anymore?” You ask him, as you sit and watch a holomovie one night while he does some paperwork.

“What?” He pauses the movie and looks at you.

“You won’t fuck me anymore.” You stare at him, softly. 

“No.” He looks back down at his paperwork, avoiding your eyes.

No? What the hell is that supposed to mean? No?

“No?” You cross your arms.

“Cyare… you’re dealing with a lot of trauma… nightmares-” He shudders slightly, so slightly you almost miss it. “I’m not trying to add to it. I mean, I cuddle you at night… can’t that be enough right now?” 

“No.” You shake your head. “I need you, Fox… please…”

You push his paperwork to the floor and climb into his lap, straddling him as you wrap your arms around him. It’s been so long since either of you have been intimate with each other. Since before you were even taken.

“Please…” You whisper. “We went without each other for so long…”

He looks out the window at the nighttime sky against the Coruscant lights, ignoring your pleads. You try to pull his face back toward yours, but he doesn’t budge. He won’t even move his hands from his sides.

“Fine.” You sigh, getting an idea.

Getting up and going to your closet, you pull out the pair of red lingerie that you’d bought forever ago, knowing how much Fox loved you in red, but never getting a chance to wear because of your breakup. After you put it on, you climb into bed, waiting for Fox, knowing he’ll be in bed soon. 

It’s been a while since you’ve put something so… exposing on. But you feel good in it. Powerful. Like yourself again. You’re not counting on him caving immediately, but if you can fluster him even slightly, it’ll be worth it.

Eventually, Fox comes to bed and when he lifts up his side of the comforter, seeing you in the lingerie, he sighs. You don’t miss the need in that sigh, either. He needs you just like you need him. But he doesn’t act on it. He just climbs into bed, pulling you against him carefully.

You just have to figure out why he’s being so gentle.

The next night, he’s home a little later from work. When he finds you making dinner in nothing but an apron, he bites back a groan, the sight of you immediately going to his dick.

“Where are your clothes, cyar’ika?” He asks you, amused. 

“Just being comfy.” You shrug, putting his plate on the table with an innocent smile, turning to go back to the kitchen, showing your bare ass.

Fox can’t tear his eyes off of you, but still, he shows incredible restraint. 

The next night after that, he seems a little more tired, but you leave him in the bed as you shed your clothes so you can shower. He tries, and fails, to keep his eyes on his holopad as you slowly peel off your clothes. Going over to your bedside table drawer and pulling out your vibrator, You give Fox an innocent smile as you go to the fresher. His lips part slightly as he watches you.

He has a perfect view of the glass door of the shower. And a perfect view of you as you sit the vibrator down so that you can wash your hair and body first. 

When you pick up the vibrator again, Fox is unbelievably aware of the tent in his sleep pants and all you’ve done is hold the silicone toy. 

You turn around, making eye contact with him, smirking as you tease the toy down your wet body before turning it on. 

As if Fox is in some sort of trance, he gets up off of the bed and stands in the fresher doorway, watching you. Going hot under his stare, you turn on the toy and begin to tease your clit. 

“Oh…” You let out a needy sigh, realizing it actually has been way too long.

Fox starts to palm the hardened clothed bulge in his pants and you watch each other like that for a bit, making the other one worked up. When you push the toy inside of you and let out a longer moan, Fox grips the doorway with his other hand, staring at you vehemently.

“Do you like watching me?” You ask him, cupping your breast before squeezing.

He nods, helplessly, his lips still parted like he wants to say something.

“Don’t you want me?” You whimper, teasing your clit as you thrust the toy in and out of you.

“More than you know.” He groans, acutely aware of how painfully hard he is.

“Then, fuck me… please, Fox.” You beg, feeling your orgasm nearing.

He shakes his head, like he’s trying to snap out of it. “I’m sorry.”

He lets the door close as he walks back over to the bed. You pull the vibrator out of you, turning it off and dropping it to the floor outside of the shower as you get out to dry off. 

That night, you quietly put your clothes back on and go sleep on the couch. 

The next night, Fox stays at his barracks for the first time in weeks. You don’t bother comm-ing him either. If he wanted to talk to you, he would. He’ll be back tomorrow. Right?

Wrong. One night turns into a week and then another, resulting in you spending the night by yourself for two weeks. He sends Thorn over every night to check on you, though, which is sweet but still pisses you off.

“What is his problem?” You finally ask Thorn, angrily pulling down the box of wine that you have saved for a bad day. 

You almost drop it on your head, but Thorn catches it in time and sits it on the counter for you. “He would be angry if he knew I said anything… but I’m so tired of seeing you two like this.” He shakes his head. “Fox… almost lost you. Seeing you look so broken did something to him. I’ve never seen him so… weak. He’s usually the strongest out of all of us, but he’s… he’s really going through it right now.” 

Oh.

“Take me to him.” You look up at Thorn. “Please…”

You’re still angry with Fox, but you miss him. If he doesn’t want to sleep with you anymore… fine. You need him no matter what… like you need air. You don’t make sense without each other. 

Thorn nods, grabbing your jacket for you and leading you out the building and down the street.

When you get to the Corrie barracks, Thorn checks in with Stone first.

“Where is he?” Thorn asks.

“He’s in his office.” Stone replies, looking up from his bunk and then seeing you. “Look doll, I’m glad to see you’re doing better but he’s not-”

You ignore whatever Stone was about to say and walk past them down toward Fox’s office, walking in and locking the door behind you. He’s asleep at his desk, snoring lightly. You can’t help but smile at him, all of your anger melting away, just glad to be near him again. 

Sitting down in the seat across from his desk, you make yourself comfy, leaning on your elbow, resting your chin in your hand as you watch him sleep. 

You’re not sure when you dozed off or how long you’ve been out, but when you wake up, it’s to your name being murmured softly and confused by Fox. 

“Hey.” You smile, sleepily, sitting up and stretching. 

“What are you doing here?” He asks, still confused.

You shrug. “You win… if you don’t want to be physical with me anymore… you don’t have to. I just… I need you… I can’t sleep without you. And if that means that I have to sleep here in this chair, then so be it.”

He stands up and walks around his desk to you, dropping to his knees in front of you, taking your hands and bringing them to his lips. 

“I’ve been a fool.” He murmurs against your hands. “I love you so much… I’m just… so scared to hurt you. Seeing you so hurt when we found you, broke something inside of me…” 

“I should’ve known. I’m so sorry.” You rest your forehead against his and he closes his eyes. “I need you to know something, though.”

He opens his eyes and pulls his forehead away from yours so he can look at you.

“You aren’t going to hurt me. I’m completely healed up. I don’t hurt anymore and I’m not sore. Nothing hurts… physically.” You take away one hand to cup Fox’s cheek. “I trust you with my entire life and I know you will never hurt me.” 

You gently brush your lips against his forehead and he carefully wraps his arms around you, holding you like this. Carding your fingers through his curls, his breaths become calm and even. You almost think he may be asleep again, except he starts tracing lazy lines up your back. 

You sigh, softly against his hair, placing kisses in his hair. Finally… a moment of peace. 

“I really do want you. I hope you know that.” Fox murmurs, kissing your thighs, running his hands down them before squeezing. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything or anyone in my life.”

“I believe you.”

He looks up at you with a soft look that you’ve never seen before.

“What?” You ask him, a little self-consciously. 

A smile forms on his lips. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on. I can’t believe you still want me…”

“Of course I want you.” You tilt his chin up slightly and his lips part as he squeezes your thighs. 

You’ve never really thought about Fox on his knees in a sexual way before, he’s always been so dominant, knowing exactly what he wants and not being afraid to voice it. This Fox is different. Soft. Gentle. Cautious.

You can’t look away from his lips. “Can I try something?”

He nods and you brush your lips over his. Fox sighs against your lips, digging his fingers into your thighs again. 

“Can I tell you something?” He whispers.

“Anything.” You murmur before brushing your lips over his again.

“I used to think about sneaking you out of that jail cell and pulling you into my office to have my way with you right on my desk.” He admits, staring at you with a fierce gaze. You let out a soft whimper. “And now?”

He stands up and walks back around his desk. You think he might be going back to finish what he was doing but he surprises you and swipes all of his stuff onto the floor, landing with a loud clatter. As you let out a laugh, he pats his desk and you eagerly walk to him, stepping over the mess. Fox pulls you closer to him, smiling down at you as he carefully backs you up to his desk so you’re sitting against it.

“You’re sure?” You ask, softly, not wanting him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.

“Very. You?” He leans in toward you, smirking knowingly.

“Absolutely.” You meet him the rest of the way, crushing your lips to his.

Finally. Your body goes white hot under him.

“You aren’t afraid that your brothers may hear?” You tease when he pulls away.

He steps away slightly and starts to pull off his plastoid armor, sitting it on the floor behind him. 

“Honestly, I don’t care at this point. Take your clothes off.” He smirks.

This is the Fox you know. This is the man you fell in love with. Eagerly doing as he says, you quickly shed your clothes, letting them fall to the ground. 

Fox stands in front of you, shirtless, grinning down at you. Unable to help yourself, you trace your fingers down his body until you reach the edge of his pants, gripping them so you can pull him to you.

“I missed you.” You look up at him. 

“I missed you too, cyare.” He leans down to kiss you, cupping your face. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Moving your hands up to his bare waist and wrapping your legs around him, you anchor yourself to him as you kiss him again. He groans softly against your lips and smiles into the kiss, which makes you smile. 

Fox brushes his hands down your bare chest and then over your shoulders and down your back and back up to grip your hair. His hands feel so good on your skin, you don’t think you can put into words just how much you’ve missed the feeling of this man against you.

As Fox pulls your hair back for easier access to your chest, he starts sucking dark marks into your skin, reminding you who you belong to, letting his other hand trail down to your warmth between your legs. Letting your legs fall open wider for him, you let out a soft whimper.

“You have to tell me if anything starts to be too much.” He murmurs in your ear. “Understand?”

You nod. “I understand.”

“Good girl.” He kisses your neck just below your ear as he starts to tease your clit. 

“Fox…” You moan. 

He chuckles, softly.

“You need this don’t you?” He teases you.

You nod again. 

“Yeah, you do. My pretty cyare.” He rasps. “So desperate for me.”

This was the love of your life. The man who knows you more than any other person could. You would do anything for him, and he for you.

Fox takes his fingers away from your clit to bring them up to your mouth. “Open.”

Instantly, your lips fall open for him and he slides his two fingers that were just teasing you, into your mouth. You can taste your eagerness for him on his fingers and you can’t help but moan around them. 

“So good for me when you want to be.” Fox smirks, teasingly. “Aren’t you?”

Looking up at him with doe eyes, you hope he can see in your eyes just how bad you need him. He removes his fingers from your mouth, replacing them with his own lips as he slides his wet fingers into your warmth, causing you to moan loudly into his mouth as your hands slide up into his curls. He still knows your body, perfectly, as if no time has passed at all. 

“Fuck, I missed those sounds.” He groans, thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

Wetness coats his hand almost instantly and he takes his mouth off of you so he can rest his forehead against yours and look down at the mess you’re making all over him.

“That’s it.” He praises you. “You’re going to cum just like this, aren’t you? All over my hand?”

You nod, already feeling that tightness start to coil inside you. When Fox curls his fingers, rubbing that spongy part inside of you, you get thrown over your edge, maybe a little too quickly, and you cum, moaning for him, shaking uncontrollably.

“Sorry… It’s been… too long…” You pant with a slight chuckle.

He pulls his fingers out of you, sliding them into his mouth to clean you off of him. The sight turns you on all over again.

“Lay back.” He murmurs.

You lay back as he starts to pull his pants down, his hardened length springing to attention. Later, if he comes home with you, you’re absolutely gonna drop to your knees for him.

“You ready?” He asks you.

You look up at him, nodding. 

“You remember what I told you?” He checks.

“To let you know if it’s too much.” You nod. 

“Good girl.” He repeats, bringing your ankle to his lips and kissing it. 

Fox slowly and carefully, starts to slide into you and your back immediately arches off the table at the euphoric feeling he starts to give you. 

“You’re okay?” He pauses for a second.

“I’m perfect.” You promise him. “Feels perfect.”

So perfect, you feel like you could cry. 

“Good.” He smiles softly down at your naked form in front of him, unable to get over just how fucking beautiful you are. “You’re perfect.”

You grin up at him, bliss already coursing through your veins as your pussy stretches around his cock. He starts to slide even further into you until he’s bottomed out, pausing for a moment because your soaked warmth may be a bit too much for him.

“Are you okay?” You smirk.

“Feels too fucking good.” He groans as you clench around him. 

Fox starts gently thrusting into you, filling you and unfilling you so perfectly that when he starts to pick up his speed, you have to put your hand over your mouth so his brothers won’t be able to hear.

He pulls your hand away, holding it as he fucks you. “I want to hear you.”

“Your brothers… will hear too.” You gasp between thrusts. 

“I told you… I don’t care.” He groans, roughly.

With the permission, you moan for your riduur, your whole world, your entire galaxy. 

Fox pushes your legs up so that he can reach deeper inside of you and your hand falls to your clit, the need to cum again, too strong.

“That’s right, cyar’ika. Play with yourself for me.” He praises you, watching as you rub your clit perfectly. 

When you clench around him, your orgasm nearing, Fox feels like he’s having an out of body experience. It’s been too long for him as well. The thought of being with another person never entering his mind once. He only wants you.

You’re thrown over the edge again and he groans with you, pulling out of you so he can flip you over on your front, the cool durasteel desk feeling good against your warm body. 

Fox grips your hips and pushes into you again with less forgiving thrusts, unable to hold back now. He knows this is what you want… what you need. 

“Fucking… perfect…” He groans through thrusts, starting to slam his hips against your ass, your wet sounds filling the entire room. “Soaked… for me.”

“Only you.” You gasp as he lifts your leg, sitting it on the desk so he can reach as far as possible inside of you.

Your words become unintelligible as he starts fucking into you relentlessly, both of you clearly needing this for the last seven months. All either of you feel is pleasure washing over you.

“You like that huh?” He notices the mess drenching his cock and dripping down your thighs onto the floor. “Like being filled with my cock?”

You nod, not able to say a single word, only able to let out pathetic moans and whimpers, begging incoherently. The way you clench around him forces him to fold, holding your body down with his own as he groans in your ear, marking your shoulder with soft bites.

“I’m gonna-” He gasps, trying to ask where you want him to cum.

“In me.” You beg, finally able to speak.

Without another word, he empties himself into you, groaning loud enough that all of Coruscant could probably hear him. You feel him completely fill you up until he’s dripping down your thighs with your own messes. 

He stands back up, helping you up as well as he helps you sit on his desk so he can clean you up and check you out to make sure you’re alright. Your heart clenches at the realization.

“I’m alright.” You promise him, your body still pulsing. “Absolutely perfect. You?” 

He rests his forehead against yours. “Me too. I’m sorry for being such a di’kut.”

“It’s okay.” You brush your lips against his. “We’re okay.” 

He nods. “You wanna go home?” 

“I don’t want to leave you.” You murmur.

“I’ll be going with you.” He smiles, kissing you again. “I promise you never have to sleep without me again.”

You grin up at him with an absolute fullness in your heart. “I love you.”“And I love you. Always.” He promises you and you believe him when he says it.