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dream-a-little-bigger-x · 4 years

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Don’t Go Breaking My Heart | Charlie Gillespie

Requested by anonymous: Hi! Could you possibly do a Charlie x reader fic where they are filming season 2 & there is a new character (fashion expert/can see ghost/a little bit of enemies with Luke at first) but off screen they are very close (always hanging out/on ig posts & stories/dance partners/they sing karaoke/adventure) & the whole cast likes to tease them about it but they deny any feelings however they are about to film a very important scene that involves their characters & might change everything between them.

Pairing: Charlie Gillespie x reader

Warnings: fluff

Words: 2,789

Season 2. Finally Season 2. Everyone had been hoping, wishing, praying for a season 2 of Julie and The Phantoms, and after months of waiting, Netflix finally picked it up for a second season. After those months, the actors had just to wait a little while longer while the crew wrote up the first drafts of scripts and made it perfectly save for the actors to do their work. Once all of that’s ready and they’re good to go, the cast finally reunite again in Vancouver. They even meet some new cast members. Like you. You had auditioned for the role of Daniela Ramos, Julie’s cousin and Victoria’s daughter, and got it pretty much straight away. Daniela is a fashion student at a High School in Melrose Hill and Julie asks her for some help with costumes for her next gig with her band. To Julie’s surprise, Daniela can actually see the boys, even when they’re not playing, which causes for a lot of trouble in the band and family, especially between Julie and Luke. This is your first big role on the small screen and you’re the most excited you’ve ever been. You met the other cast members at the summer bootcamp before the filming process would start, and though almost everything had to be done with a face mask covering half of everyone’s face, it still was a lot of fun getting to meet everyone and spend the most fun summer ever. Every day, you grew closer and closer to everyone on set, and soon became best friends with Madi, Jadah, Savannah and Tori, doing plenty of sleepovers. Besides the girls, you also grew closer to Charlie, Owen and Jeremy, but mostly Charlie. For some reason, the two of you just clicked instantly. You have the same humor, the same taste of adventure, the same passions and dreams. You, Charlie and Owen even rented a place together to live in for the time being in Vancouver. You got even closer during filming, especially since you and Charlie have a lot of scenes together. “Oh my God, Luke, you’re so annoying!” you yell at him when the two of you are in the garage, taping a scene. It had taken you about ten takes and you still couldn’t help but giggle at the shocked face he pulled every time. “If I’m so annoying, Dani, why do you keep coming back?!” The angry face he pulls resembles that of an angry kitten, which just makes you crack up again. “God dammit, Y/N!” Charlie laughs now too as Kenny yells “Cut!” “Sorry! Sorry, guys! I promise I’m a real actor!” You hold your hands up in defense, then cough to get ready for another take. This time around, you could finally manage to get through it without laughing. “Yes!” Charlie exclaims when Kenny yells “Cut!” again. He holds his hand up for a high five, which you giddily give him. “Do you need any more takes, Kenny?” he asks the man himself. “Nope, you’re good! You can go on your break now!” he pats Charlie’s shoulder. “Nice job, guys!” “Thanks, Kenny,” you say, the smile growing on your face. “I need food, Gillespie,” you tell your best friend, linking your arm with his. “Let’s go get food!” The two of you head down to catering and sit down at a table with a plate full of food. “What are we doing tonight?” he then asks before taking a bite of food. You swallow your bite of food and take a sip from your drink. “Don’t you have a night shoot tonight?” you ask, remembering him saying something about a late call. “No, that’s tomorrow, after our dance rehearsal,” he replies after swallowing the food. “Oh! Okay!” You start thinking of things to do, “We could go to karaoke? Bring the others maybe?” He raises his eyebrows, looking at you questionably. “I’ve always loved karaoke,” you shrug with a giggle. “Yeah, okay!” Charlie nods his head agreeingly. “Karaoke it is!” The two of you smile up at each other, teeth showing, both of you glowing. “What are you love birds discussing?” Owen asks when he joins them, his voice muffled from the mask covering his face. He pulls it down to under his chin as he and Jeremy join the two at the table. “We’re thinking about going to karaoke tonight with the whole team!” you tell them, completely ignoring the ‘love birds’. “Ooh, fun!” Owen exclaims with a smile that nearly reaches his ears. “Yeah, we’ll leave after shooting the last scene tonight,” Charlie suggests, looking at you for confirmation. You nod your head agreeingly. That night, you and the rest of the cast head to the nearest karaoke place you know. You’ve linked arms with Savannah and Tori, giggling through the night, trying to keep your balance on your heeled boots. Meanwhile, without you realizing, Charlie has been keeping his eyes on you the whole way there. He finds it adorable how your giggle floats through the night air and your hips bump against the other girls’. He couldn’t lie, you had easily become the light in his life. “So, what song shall we begin with?” you ask the gang as you settle into the booth. “Pick the first one on the list,” Jeremy replies when no one else does. You nod your head curtly and press play on the first song, which is Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi. You can already tell after that first song; tonight is going to be a fun night. You sing a couple of songs with the girls, there are many group numbers, and you even sing one with your roommates. After singing with Owen and Charlie, the latter points at you. “We’re going to sing together now!” he exclaims excitedly before turning around and picking a song for you to sing. When he’s picked one, he grabs your hand to pull you closer towards him. You blink a couple of times, unable to process what’s happening right now. The opening notes to Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by Elton John and Kiki Dee chime through the booth. You glance over at Savannah and Tori, who offer you an encouraging smile. Then you look at Jadah and Madison, but they’re too busy giggling and whispering, and it makes you wonder if that’s about you and Charlie. Your eyes dart over to the boys – Jeremy, Owen and Sacha – who just offer you suggestive smiles and eyebrow-wiggles. Charlie’s voice captures your attention again, and you turn to him. “I couldn’t if I tried,” you sing back to him. The encouraging smile on Charlie’s face calms you down a little up to the point where it almost seems like the two of you are the only people in the room. You have no clue what is happening or why it’s happening. All you know is that you’ve wanted it to happen sooner. Though you wouldn’t ever admit that to anyone. It’s the way he looks at you and the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person on this planet that matters. It’s been the way he’d looked at you since that first day of meeting him. “I won't go breaking your heart,” you sing the very last line to him ever so softly, not even looking at the screen anymore, but instead, looking into his eyes. “Don't go breaking my heart,” he sings back. The song ends and you both lower your microphones, staring into each other’s eyes. If it wasn’t for the rest of the cast breaking out into cheers and applause, you would’ve kissed him then and there. But it startles you, and you step away from him upon realizing how close you are and how that must look to the others. “So, when’s the wedding?” Madison asks teasingly, which makes the others laugh, and you blush. After that night at karaoke, the two of you had silently agreed to forget anything ever happened. Savannah said you were in denial, but you believed you weren’t. You told her it was just the atmosphere in the air that night, the both of you had consumed a little bit of alcohol and it might’ve just been that. No one stopped teasing you though. On every possible occasion, they’d ask you if you’d kissed him yet, or when your next date it, or started singing Don’t Go Breaking My Heart randomly. You just shook it off every time, finding it amusing how consumed the cast was with this ‘relationship’ you had with Charlie. There was nothing more going on than just a really, really tight friendship. Until the dance scene happened. Your character, Dani, was supposed to go to a school dance with her crush, but she was nervous because she had never slow danced with anyone before. When she tells Luke, he insisted on teaching her, saying he’d gone to plenty of school dances back in ’94 and ’95 before he died. You and Charlie know this choreography by heart, you’ve been doing it for weeks on end at bootcamp and during rehearsals. It had always just been fun and games, the two of you being immaculate dancers and bouncing off of each other so well because of your tight friendship. “I could teach you?” Charlie says as Luke, stepping closer to you. You raise your eyebrows at him. “I’ve gone to numerous dances in my days, Dani…” One corner of his mouth curls up into a teasing smirk. “Unless you want to embarrass yourself in front of… Jake.” He emphasizes the name of your fictional crush, to which you react with wide eyes and a blush spreading on your cheeks. “Come on, Dani!” He reaches out for your hand, which you place hesitantly in his. Dani being able to see ghosts, is also able to make them corporeal. The lights on set dim a little, except for one spot on the pair in the middle of the studio, and then the music starts playing through the speakers. Charlie starts singing the song they’d learned at bootcamp, one the cast wrote together during the quarantine. The atmosphere in the studio has suddenly become really intense. You can feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach as the man in front of you sings to you, mere inches away from each other as he leads you in this beautiful dance Paul Becker and Tori Caro choreographed for you. Just like at the karaoke booth, it feels like the two of you are the only people on set. Just you and him. You and Charlie. You and your best friend. There’s no denying you have feeling for him anymore. You knew you did, you just told yourself it wasn’t a good idea and suppressed those feelings, pushing them down. It worked for a while. Until now. “Cut!” Kenny yells after your scene. You step away from Charlie, glancing down at the floor as you try your hardest to hide your flustered face. “That was perfect, guys! It really looks like the two of you were in love!” he claps his hands in excitement, then tells them to do it again. After four takes of the dance, Kenny tells you to go and take a break. Without saying another word to Charlie, you rush off set and towards your trailer where you sit down on a chair, trying to calm your breathing. Charlie might not like you the way you like him. Admitting to these feelings might just ruin everything the two of you have. With this in mind, you grab your phone and text Savannah, asking her to come over to your trailer. Maybe she could help you. “Are you okay?” she asks when she enters and finds you staring at the ceiling. “No…” you reply and take a deep breath, “I think I’m in love with my best friend?” “Oh, sweetie…” Savannah sighs, and pulls you up to take you in a hug, “I know…” You pull her away again to face her properly. “What do you mean ‘you know’?” “Everybody knows,” she starts, “The two of you have been inseparable since the day you met, and everyone can see the way you look at each other. Plus, your duet the other night was a little intense for it to be a platonic one.” She chuckles, and you can’t help but chuckle too. She then grabs her phone from her back pocket, opening Instagram. “You know fans have caught on too, right?” She shows you the comments on some of Charlie’s pictures on his account. One picture is of the two of you, napping in Julie’s bed on set, cuddled up. He even posted pictures from your hikes on your days off. All of them are bombarded with comments from fans saying, ‘I ship it!’ or ‘Y/S/N’. Sav then opens her dm’s which are flooded with fans asking if you and Charlie are dating yet, and how the two of them are so in love with each other. “Charlie isn’t in love with me?” you deny, not believing one bit about it. “He is, though…” This does not come from Savannah’s mouth. Your eyes widen when you recognize the voice, and peek behind Savannah to find your best friend standing at your open trailer door. “Sav, can you give us a minute?” he asks the younger girl. “More than a minute,” she chirps, offering you a wink before leaving the trailer. Charlie steps in completely and moves until he’s in front of you. He takes your hands in his, and chuckles at your overwhelmed and confused expression. “Are you okay?” he asks, that beautiful smile of his persistent on his face. “Y—yeah? No? I’m not sure?” you sigh, trying to get your thoughts in order. “Charlie, wha—?” “Can I talk? I’ve been going over this conversation in my mind a billion times, and if I don’t say it now, I think I’m going to forget what I’m supposed to say…” You nod your head in response. “Y/N, I’ve been in love with you since the very first time I saw you walking in at bootcamp. You looked adorable with your little nervous smile and your polite hellos to everybody. I knew from that moment on that I wanted to get to know you better, and that I wanted to become more than just friends…I didn’t think you’d feel the same way, so I told myself that it was okay if we’d just stay friends. Especially since your character kind of hates mine and you bring Dani to life so convincingly, that I was almost sure you hated me too,” you chuckle at that, “But I can’t hide it anymore, Y/N. I am so embarrassingly in love with you that I could’ve kissed you after that scene we just did and that I could kiss you right now even though I’m—” before he can finish his sentence, you lean up and crash your lips onto his, your hands flying into his hair. He’s a little startled at first, but quickly melts into the kiss and presses you closer to him. “I am so embarrassingly in love with you too, Charlie,” you whisper when you pull away, pressing your forehead against his. “They’re going to be so relieved,” you tell him with a chuckle. He frowns his eyebrows at you. “Who?” he asks. You take his hand in yours and lead him towards the door of your trailer, pushing it open and making it bump against whoever was closest to the door. All of your cast mates scramble, trying to act natural while Owen rubs his forehead since he was the one that got a door in his face. “Ah, them!” Charlie chuckles. “Thanks for the door in my face, guys,” Owen says disgruntled. “That’s on you, buddy,” you tell him with a grin. “Don’t you guys have a scene to shoot or something?” Their eyes widen at the realization and, after yelling at the two how happy they are for them, rush to set in a hurry. “So, where were we?” Charlie turns back to you when everyone’s gone. “Don’t you have a scene with them?” “Shit!” he grumbles and jumps off the small steps in front of the trailer. He starts running towards set but turns around almost immediately to you and kisses your lips quickly, but sweetly, and then runs off. You watch him with an amused smile on your face. There was nothing to be afraid about after all and nothing changed between you two. You were still the best of friends, just friends that kiss and are in love with each other. But both of you happy.

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haloshornsinkstains · 3 years

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Kisses Under the Mistletoe: (Formerly) Undateables Edition

I’m enjoying these mistletoe kisses headcanons too much, I should have started earlier. I’m trying to get a few more festive pieces written before Christmas, and hopefully some for New Years (intermittent inernet problems permitting). And make this place a bit prettier.

Diavolo

When Diavolo called for you to visit his office you thought you were prepared for just about anything, after all you’d had plenty of experience of his eccentricities and whims at this point.

So when he started grilling you on festive traditions in the human world while you sat beside him at his desk you weren’t exactly surprised, although the breadth of the information he’d gathered to grill you on was a little overwhelming.

You almost felt bad admitting you weren’t particularly familiar with the festival of Saturnalia, partly because of the way Diavolo’s face fell and partly because it sounded wild.

As you progressed through various traditions you grew more and more comfortable, shedding the usual layer of formality that being in Diavolo’s presence seemed to make you grow, adding your own anecdotes about traditions you followed personally.

He’s writing things down, and you assume, making plans for some kind of festive celebration in the Devildom. It’s all so normal you let your guards down, and as such, get blindsided by his next question.

“What about mistletoe? What is the importance of mistletoe?”

You blink a few times, trying to get the cogs in your brain to function properly. “Oh, um, it’s become tradition to kiss under mistletoe. I think it’s supposed to bring luck…”

Diavolo frowns, retrieving something from his drawer and holding it out to you to inspect. “Then perhaps I should ask Asmodeus why he gifted me this?”

You’re staring at the mistletoe like it’s going to jump out and bite you. (Stranger things have happened in the Devildom, even if this particular plant looks pretty harmless).

“Oh!” Diavolo beams in a way that worries you. “I suppose we should kiss now!”

y/n.exe has stopped working

“I… I can’t! Lucifer would kill me! I mean, you’re the Future King and I’m just… me?”

Diavolo frowns and for a moment you see your life flash before your eyes. If for no other reason than Lucifer is probably going to murder you for upsetting his Lord.

“But, y/n, I would like to kiss you if you would let me.” He’s still grinning mischievously but his eyes are soft with affection. “You’re special y/n. And if Lucifer shouts we can just tell him it was my idea, he rarely shouts at me.”

Your cheeks are on fire but you nod, letting Diavolo cup your face between two large hands and press his lips to yours. The kiss is warm and gentle, almost chaste. He kisses you like he’s afraid he’ll break you, and to be fair he probably could, but it leaves you heart racing and lips tingling when he pulls away.

Barbatos

It’s only been two days and Barbatos would very much like to find out who exactly told his Lord all about human festive traditions, in particular who gave him a record of ‘festive’ music. He just wants to talk. (Not that he would ever say this to Diavolo, he is an impeccable butler after all).

You had been roped in to coming to the castle to help with the decorations, but as you wandered past the kitchen with a box of tinsel and baubles you heard a tired sigh that sounded awfully familiar.

Popping your head through the door you spot Barbatos frowning at a mixing bowl.

“Everything alright in here?”

Barbatos never jumps at anything, but his eyes do look a fraction wider than usual when he turns to look at you.

“Perhaps you could assist me? Lord Diavolo asked me to make a ‘Christmas Cake’, if you’re familiar I could use your expertise. I’m not as experienced with baking human world delicacies.”

You grin, stepping inside and settling your box down on an unused counter and heading to his side to help. “There are some things even you don’t know?” You laugh softly, looking down at the mixing bowl. “It’s been a while since I made one, but I can try to help? The secret to my grandma’s recipe was usually a lot of alcohol though, she’d bake it months in advance and keep topping it up...”

The two of you bake together, and if Barbatos notices the pink flush on your cheeks whenever your body bruises against his, or when he wipes flour from your cheek, he is polite enough not to mention it.

You’ve just put the cake in the oven when Barbatos moves over to the forgotten box of decorations, rifling through curiously before pulling something out.

“Y/N, are there supposed to be plants in here?”

You walk over to see what he’s talking about just as Lord Diavolo walks in with a beaming smile.

“Y/N! Here you are! Oh, I know what that is!” He’s gesturing to what you now realise is mistletoe dangling between Barbatos’ gloved fingers. “That’s mistletoe, Asmodoeus and Solomon were telling me all about it. You’re supposed to kiss under it for luck!”

You’re making up a plan to murder your friends for teaching Diavolo about this while Barbatos studies you thoughtfully.

“If you’ll allow me?”

His voice startles you and you look back up at him for a moment before the words register. You just managed to squeak out a yes before he kisses you and you almost feel your soul ascend out of your body. Barbatos’ kiss is precise and practiced in a way that reminds you just how many more centuries of experience he has on you.

There’s nothing obscene or improper about the kiss, but when you pull away you’re feeling lightheaded and a little weak in the knees. Barbatos smiles just a little before turning back to Diavolo.

“Now, about the cake my lord.”

Simeon

Simeon, unlike the demons, seems to be at least somewhat aware of human world festive celebrations. Some of his knowledge is a bit out of date, but he’s better at this than you expected.

By the time you get to Purgatory hall the place is already pretty well decorated, the decorations lean more towards the religious but you still find tinsel and even a few paper snowflakes dotted here and there.

Simeon greets you as you enter their main common area with a beatific smile and an excited wave. “Oh Y/N, Solomon said there was something I should show you.”

You follow him, only a little wary, Solomon might cause trouble on occasion but Simeon is usually not involved. Usually.

He stops in one of the doorways that you’re pretty sure you’ve never been near before. In fact the corridor behind it looks pretty much unused. It doesn’t bode well for this being entirely innocent, though at least with Simeon involved it’s probably safe.

Coming to a halt he gestures up and you look up towards a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway. Which would explain why it was so far from the frequently used areas of the halls. You smile softly, shifting your gaze from the mistletoe to Simeon.

“Solomon told you to show me this hmm?” You grin, noting the way Simeon’s eyes flick away from yours. “Did he tell you why?”

“Maybe he mentioned it, maybe he didn’t.”

You laugh, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss that leaves you both breathless and flustered. For all he is an angel, Simeone seems to know an awful lot about kissing and how to do it so you’re weak in the knees.

“You know, if you wanted to kiss me you only had to ask.”

“But this seemed seasonally appropriate.” He hums, gently stroking your hair.

“Very seasonally appropriate. And I guess we don’t need to worry about Luke wandering up here and scolding us.” You laugh, kissing his cheek softly.

“Ah yes, that too.”

Solomon

Any mistletoe shenanigans are entirely Solomon’s own doing and he knows exactly what he’s up to.

He’s been helping you with your magical studies recently, much to Satan’s chagrin, and this evening you decided to study in the House of Lamentation in front of the warmth of the fire.

The night starts wearing on and after a few hours of study you’re getting restless. Solomon pauses to glance over at you and sighs. He knows as well as you do that you’re no longer taking this in.

“Shall we take a break?”

You sigh in relief. “Please? I can make us some tea.”

He nods and follows you to the kitchen where Asmo, Mammon and Belphie were sat in the middle of a discussion. You greeted them happily, laughing as Asmo flirted happily with Solomon. You keep up idle conversation while you make tea, missing the small gesture Solomon makes with a free hand and the ripple of magic in the air.

“Hmm, Y/N, what’s that above your head?”

You pause, glancing up as Solomon sidles over with a smile. You were sure you hadn’t noticed the mistletoe hanging there before, and it was a strange place to put mistletoe, but then again you were busy chatting so maybe it had just slipped your mind.

“You’re familiar with the tradition right?”

Solomon holds your chin between two fingers, suddenly very close, his eyes studying your face questioningly. Somewhere in the background you can hear Mammon exploding and Asmo talking about romance but it’s all lost on you with Solomon’s lips hovering so close to your own.

You don’t trust your voice to answer him, but you do just about manage to nod. You catch the expression of triumph for a brief second before he kisses you. You expected something quick and chaste, but those expectations were swiftly dashed when you felt his tongue brush against your lower lip. Any other day you know you’d have given in, but the clamour of voices behind you are a stark reminder of where you are and who your audience is so you press gently against his chest.

“Oi! Whaddya think you’re doin’ kissing my human like that?!”

“Oh hush Mammon, I think it’s very sweet.”

Embarrassed, you grab the tea and Solomon’s arm, practically dragging him out of the kitchen with Belphie’s eyes burning holes in your back.

“You did that on purpose!”

Solomon shrugged. “Perhaps I just saw an excuse to kiss that gorgeous face of yours and took it?”

“No one hangs mistletoe above a teapot! You did that to annoy them… wait, did you just call me gorgeous?”

“Perhaps. Now, shall we get back to studying?”

You were going to murder him one day. Maybe after another kiss though.

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kaminobiwan · 4 years

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inhibition

pairing: obi-wan kenobi x jedi!reader

summary: Fluff. Sap. Domesticity with a little bit of plot sprinkled in. Dash of sa(n)d, but that's to be expected at this point. It’s Tatooine, y’all.

a/n: Having not read Kenobi yet I actually have no idea how Obi-Wan’s demeanor is towards young Luke, but it’s fic so who cares. They get FAMILY VIBES

This one got away from me. Positively wrenched out of my grip and flew away, leading to the longest fic I’ve ever written, but I think the end result is so worth it. Requested by @snips-n-skyguy0501 and an anon that wanted breakfast in bed and forehead kisses — I hope your foot feels better, Sam! (Taglist)

In the slick of the heat of Tatooine, there isn’t much you could really do but sleep it off.

Even with tiny windows, the determined rays of the planet’s twin suns never failed to make their way into the small compound that had served as your sanctuary for the better part of the past half decade. You can feel the warmth of the dawn seeping in, lingering on your features, but you’re not ready to come back to the living just yet.

It’s not usually that you lay in bed for more than a couple hours past sunrise, but given the past few days, you definitely deserved it — repeated visits to the Lars homestead had acquainted you with some of their regular customers, other families that lived in the Great Chott. With Obi-Wan being the least inclined out of the pair of you to interact with anyone not in immediate danger (“saving his sociability for you,” as he called it), you’d been the one to volunteer some of your talents when you could in exchange for food or parts. This week had seen a favor to one of the couples that bought water from Owen and Beru, with you helping to repair a lower-end vaporizer that had seen shinier days.

The trips across the salt flat had inflicted more of a beating on your feet than normal, and your shoes hadn’t been enough to protect you from the coarse desert floor. You’d come home the night before looking worse for wear, left hand rubbed raw from tinkering and right foot split open by an unforgiving blister, but Obi-Wan had patched you up without hesitation and insisted that you let him wrestle your weary bones to bed.

Now, your lover lays ever-present at your back, but judging by the heavy unmoving arm strewn across you, he’s not fully up either.

Without raising your eyelids, you turn in his grasp, the weight upon you comforting despite the swelter. You hear Obi-Wan mutter something incoherent, but you pay it no mind as you crane your neck slightly in search of his face. Lips meet a bearded chin first, and a hum escapes him, louder now. Still determined in reaching your goal, you stretch, limbs awakening, but mind lagging as it tries to shake free of the clutches of slumber.

It’s a race to consciousness as Obi-Wan starts to stir as well, evidently joining you in your quest for a kiss, and finally, after a few minutes more of half-asleep fumbling, it happens — mouths moulding together blissfully, weak and sweaty from the blazing heat, but your heart flutters at the taste of him.

When you open your eyes, a blue gaze is waiting. Obi-Wan smiles at the way your noses touch, unwilling to separate much from your embrace.

“Good morning.”

You yawn before responding, jerking as Obi-Wan juts an evil finger in your side midway. You’re not sentient enough to shoot him a half-hearted glare, so instead, you mumble it back and accidentally smack him in the face as you move to rise.

He stops you before you can, chin hooking onto your nearest shoulder and tugging down, and you slump back to the sheets with a subdued giggle. “Feeling better?”

“Much,” you reply, and he nods, obviously pleased. “I have you to thank for that.”

He mouths at the skin behind your ear, only half-listening, but still fully fixated on you. You wonder if you’ll ever completely get used to his unbridled affection, even after more than five years living together in isolation, free to feel and show your love blatantly and unapologetically.

Not without a price that had been paid, but it was soul-healing love regardless.

“The Marstraps and their garden are doing well,” you comment absently, more to fill the silence as he lavishes you in physical worship than anything. “Maybe we should get into hydroponics.”

A sound of indifference.

“Did you know they have a daughter?” At that, Obi-Wan stills, face buried in your hair. You think his hand twitches at your abdomen, but in your groggy state, you can’t be completely sure. He never seems to know what to say when you talk of such things. Not then, not now.

It’s not like you mean to imply anything by bringing it up, really. It’s more of...a gauge, of sorts. You’re probing. You’re not even sure why.

“Her name is Camie. She’s very sweet.”

Obi-Wan lifts his head lethargically, looking like he wants to utter a thousand words and nothing all at once. This time, he really does grip your hip, thumb grazing your ribcage thoughtfully, but you take it upon yourself to change the subject before things get too complicated.

“What time is it?”

“Still early,” he rumbles, and the gravelly tone sends satisfying vibrations to where your torsos are pressed against each other. “You’ll be able to get a couple more hours of rest.”

“Hmm.” His words trigger your body to succumb to the drowsiness you hadn’t quite gotten rid of, and your eyes droop contentedly again. “Will you be joining me?”

Obi-Wan slips his other arm from underneath your neck, languidly sweeping over your form and nudging your temple fondly with his nose. “Unfortunately, no,” he murmurs into your hair, “but I think you’ll appreciate why.”

Your eyebrow lifts at the cryptic line, but you’re already falling back asleep as he lifts himself fully from you, and you give into the tiredness as his footsteps fade from your hearing.

———

Moments later — you’re not sure if he’s made good on his promise of extra hours — you feel the pressure of puckered lips against your eyelids, the scratch of his beard poking the thin skin around your eyes as you arise for the second time. This time, however, the enticing smell of food invades your senses, and you realize with a start that it’s not the boiled mealgrain that you usually have in the morning.

“Is that — ?” You shift in bed, reclining upon the headrest, but not yet sitting upright. You’re wide awake now, blinking alertly to find the source of the delectable aroma.

“Iktotch toast,” Obi-Wan announces proudly, setting a tray stacked with plates of steaming food on the table beside your shared bed. “And my attempt at a gartro omelet. Though, I couldn’t get all the necessary ingredients.” He sits on the edge, hand finding your blanketed shin and caressing it like second nature. “Just a fair warning.”

The thin sheet falls to your stomach as you twist to get a good look at his cooking, and you’re rewarded with the sight of brightly colored eggs and buttered bread topped with carbosyrup. Compared to the monochromatic meals you’ve come to expect day to day, it’s a welcome change.

In your excitement, you forget about the abrasions from yesterday, the still-raw skin of your palm screaming out in protest when you try to prop yourself up. Obi-Wan spots the small wince, and reaches for you as you cradle your stinging hand to your chest. “Better doesn’t mean good, apparently.” There’s a teasing to his locution, if only because he knows you too well. You don’t want to make a fuss out of it. You’re bested, anyhow, when he squeezes the blistered foot and you yelp. “Here, too. It still hurts? Shall I redress the wounds?”

A shake of your head precedes your response, as you assure him, “No, there’s no need. Truly.” Still, he’s adamant on being of more assistance, and it seems today is a good day. He’s happy, playful, even — it’s instants like these where you catch a glimpse of a different man, the echo of an old friend.

“Anything I can do to ease the pain?” Obi-Wan smirks, but it’s free of sarcasm as he leans above you, his hair falling in his eyes. It’s grown longer now, not quite the lion’s mane of a mullet he’d sported so many years ago, but unrulier than the clean-cropped cut that he’d had during his last years on Coruscant.

Another life.

Though, you suppose, the rugged desert look is growing on you.

“A kiss on the bandage, maybe,” you quip, just as light-hearted, basking in the mood — what a rarity, nowadays, but always because of each other. “Perhaps it’ll help it heal faster.”

Obi-Wan scoots downwards, ruffling the sheets and uncovering more of your pajama-clad figure to the world, and grabs for your toes —

“Not there! I meant the hand,” you cry, just short of a laugh. “Were you really about to kiss the bottom of my foot?”

He joins in your amusement, chuckling as he traces his way back up to you with light kisses that begin at your legs. One on the knee, then on your navel, and right under your breast — the tease. His hands follow hotly along the trail his mouth leaves, yet it’s a heat you’re all too willing to endure. “Darling, you’d know I’d kiss you anywhere,” he says, grin honest and eager, and you smile suggestively at him from your place upon the pillows.

The moment turns soft, though, when he takes your injured hand, touching his lips to the pads of your fingers, completely avoiding the wrappings. Instead, he marks the exposed skin peeking from the bandages, leaving warm touches where he can reach. You let him make his way up your arm, relaxing the muscle and leaving it pliant in his hold, and these kisses are tender, sincere, adoring.

His lips brush the inside of your elbow, and you catch his gaze then, eyes serious and lacking the mirth of before. He beams, nevertheless, and it takes another four pecks up your shoulder, collarbone, and neck until he finally reaches your mouth. Your lips connect in a quiet climax, tension releasing and hushed sighs escaping the both of you as hands find cheeks and jaws to hold. His beard is longer, too, and a subtle drag of your fingers along his scruff doesn’t go unnoticed as he groans into the kiss.

Sluggishly, as if he’s struggling against the pull of quicksand, Obi-Wan pulls away, your digits still tangled in his auburn locks. “Eat,” he murmurs, placing one last kiss on your bare palm. As he places the tray in your lap, you sit up properly, kicking the last of the covers aside. “Company is coming.”

———

Company was actually more of a child-sitting gig, with the Lars traveling to Anchorhead and reluctant to let their nephew tag along just yet. The four of you had all agreed it was best to shelter the boy until you and Obi-Wan had gotten better at shielding the signatures of three Force-sensitives, and while you were quickly growing used to the strain of the constant use of the Force, there wasn’t a need for unnecessary ventures outside of the community when Luke could just stay with you and Obi-Wan.

On the other hand, if you asked Obi-Wan, he didn’t see why a trip to Tosche Station couldn’t wait until next week, seeing as how you couldn’t walk much without pain. Luke would undoubtedly aggravate the blister when he begged you to play.

But you hadn’t asked Obi-Wan, you dutifully reminded him throughout his musings over the food, unconcerned at the prospect. Breakfast had been as delicious as it had smelled — your taste buds had been assaulted with the flavor, but it had been a gratuitous ordeal that had reminded you of a bustling diner and the toothy grin of a Besalisk. “Just missing the powdered Christophsian sugar,” you’d praised, and he’d barely hidden his glowing simper as he cleared the dishes. You know his apprehension at looking after Luke today is more out of concern for you, rather than lack of willingness.

Just as there were good and bad days of disposition, Obi-Wan’s interactions with his old student’s son were varying. Some visits were joy-filled and vibrant with childish merriment, at the mercy of Luke’s wild imagination, but it wasn’t uncommon for Obi-Wan to retreat to your bed, floored by the striking resemblance the boy had to his father, the memories he tried so hard to forget rushing back in a dark cloud of resignation. Luke was under the impression that his favorite playmate suffered from intermittent cases of sand-fever, trusting enough to believe the excuse. Though he loved you just as much, it was Obi-Wan that Luke idolized the most, and you couldn’t at all blame him for feeling disappointed when Obi-Wan was too unsteady to come out and say hello.

But today, the promise of a happy afternoon rang throughout the air, and you allowed yourself the indulgence of looking forward to the rest of the day. At five years old, Luke was an adoring child, innocent in ways you’d never been able to see, not even with Anakin. He reminded you of a fresh snowbank, ironic as it was, pristine and untouched by the world. Your heart ached to keep it that way.

Luke launches himself at you as expected when he arrives, Owen being kind enough to deliver him instead of letting Obi-Wan make the ride over. Just as well, too — after the doting attentiveness of the morning, you didn’t want to stray too far from Obi-Wan’s side. The former Jedi catches the boy in midair, strong arms wrapping around his tiny frame and swinging him away from you to save you from exacerbating your wounds, and Luke screeches in hysterics as he’s tossed in a wide circle. He attacks Obi-Wan with energetic pokes when he’s finally set down, the older man letting out a surprised oof when he’s headbutted rather hard in the stomach. You muffle a guffaw in your elbow as Obi-Wan shoots you an accusatory scowl, massaging his middle as he assures Owen he’ll return his nephew in one piece. The farmer thanks you both, leaving without a second glance, and Obi-Wan is whisked away by the young Skywalker to entertain his latest fascination with womp rats.

———

They return before dusk, smelling like sweat and death, acrid scents practically steaming off of their robes. You cover your nose as Obi-Wan staggers in through the side door, steadying a chittering Luke as he trips over the trapdoor to the cellar. “Target practice,” Obi-Wan explains, somewhat apologetically. “His aim needs some work.”

“I blew a rat’s head off!” Luke declares boastfully, and cackles while running a victory circle around the kitchen. “It just exploded!”

You turn aghast to Obi-Wan, who ushers the boy into the refresher and instructs him to wash up. As Luke rinses off the trace of the outdoors, you stop Obi-Wan before he can come any closer. You can almost taste the sour aroma that wafts off of your husband. “Don’t tell me he means an actual womp rat. They’re twice his size. If you’re letting him near those predators, Obi-Wan, I’m going to —”

“Relax!” Obi-Wan exclaims defensively, palms raised as if to shield him from your wrath. “It was just a profogg. And we weren’t hunting in the beginning, just setting stink capsules near the hut. Poor thing got too close when we set it off and its friends decided they wanted revenge.”

The clarification does little to placate you, the knowledge that it’s most likely rodent guts contributing to the fumes only further motivating you to stay at a distance. But Obi-Wan has other plans, and a mischievous expression takes over his features as he runs at you, grabbing for your face as you squeal. “Disgusting! Obi-Wan!”

“Not even a peck for your one true love?” He asks, and you bat his hands away. “I was willing to kiss your foot this morning.”

“But you didn’t,” you remark impishly, holding in bubbling laughter. “I’m not kissing you while you smell like an eopie’s ass.”

“Language.” He seizes your wrists as you squirm, though your spirits are still high. You arch backwards, grappling to escape. “Luke might be listening.”

You catch your breath without inhaling in his direction, but it fails when you descend into snickering when a small voice protests, “No I’m not!”

“Go.” While he’s distracted, you push Obi-Wan towards Luke in the refresher, hard. “It’s time for a trim. I think you have profogg gunk in your beard.”

He stumbles back, too late to stop your words from being heard, and Luke yells, “You told me it was a womp rat!”

Another bout of laughter arises in your throat, and Obi-Wan fixes you with a withering glare you’re too perceptive to fall for. “Thanks,” he grumbles, none too grateful, and disappears into the sink.

———

“Careful of your fingers — you don’t want to cut yourself.”

After the bits of wildlife had been safely discarded down the drain and the boys had changed into fresh clothes, you watch as Obi-Wan guides Luke’s wobbly hands down his own stubbled throat. The sight of the shaving cream that covers most of Obi-Wan’s face is priceless, but you opt for appreciation rather than humour as the touching moment transpires.

“Better to cut me than you, but let’s aim for no one, alright?” Luke nods, tongue poking out in concentration as he shucks off more hair from Obi-Wan’s chin. He’s holding the razor with both hands, standing on a stool while Obi-Wan kneels to stay within reach. “Firmly, but with precision. Very graceful.”

Luke’s hyperactivity is nowhere to be found, and you admire his focus. Maybe you should have him shave your husband more often. Both the Lars and you would certainly benefit from the resulting tranquility.

But, no — you’d miss the beard too much.

“Done!” Luke leans back and throws his fists up in delight. Obi-Wan is quick to snatch up the tool to avoid any accidents, and places it back in its compartment as he turns to the boy overflowing with pride.

“Let’s check, shall we?” He rises from his knees with a low grunt and the pop of his joints — one you don’t miss, but refrain from pointing out. For a second, all you see is the back of Obi-Wan’s head as he washes away the lather, then it’s the dismayed twist of his mouth as the uneven patches of missed hair gleam in the mirror.

Luke bounces up and down, making an effort in vain to assess his work. Obi-Wan quickly readjusts his features as you hide your face, silently shaking with amusement. “Did I do okay?”

Obi-Wan squints down at him warmly, brushing the boy’s bangs out of the way. “Yes, An — Luke, you did.” Luke cheers underneath the large hand on his crown. “You did splendidly.”

In a flurry of shouts and whoops, Luke ducks out of Obi-Wan’s arm and exits the refresher, unaware of the almost-slip, but you freeze, more shocked than you have been in months. Years. Obi-Wan’s never done that before.

He meets your wide eyed stare in the mirror, all remains of Luke’s comical shaving job gone, neither of you able to verbalize exactly what you’re feeling.

But eventually, the impact of his blunder fades, and you break free from the fog of your stupefaction.

Your bandaged hand finds his shoulder, soaking up the droplets from his shower, and rubs consolingly, back and forth. You hope it conveys all that words can’t say. A pang strikes you as Obi-Wan lets out a trembling exhale, the unfinished name falling away to the empty room, and you resist the impulse to crush him into a hug.

He needs space.

The watery eyes you expect to see are dry in seconds, and all is well again.

———

You look on as Obi-Wan props Luke’s tuckered form into Beru’s waiting arms, meeting her gaze with a gentle understanding. She secures him into the passenger seat as she mounts the landspeeder slowly, seemingly sensing the hesitance radiating from two of you, uready to let the day end. When they finally depart, Obi-Wan watches them leave from the entrance of the dwelling.

“It’s alright to love him, you know.” You approach him once Beru and Luke are barely a speck on the horizon. You come up to latch around his chest, tiptoeing to kiss his back. “It’s okay to be attached.”

He shifts, rotating so that his back is to the wall after he’s sealed off the door. His own arms raise to encircle you, and you lean your cheek against his bicep before he plants a kiss to your forehead. It spells devotion as you sink further into him, muted ardor enveloping you both. “I know.”

“Do you?” Your voice is quiet to preserve the shroud of calm. “I worry you’re holding back, and you don’t have to. Not here.” Another kiss to his skin. “Not anymore.”

You feel the deep inhale more than you hear it, and his breathing soothes you more than you ever thought possible. It’s proof he’s here, real in your grip. You have each other. “I’m not,” he promises, lips stuck to your hairline. “Though you should know, my heart is reserved for you.”

That brings a laugh out of you, tinkling and bright. You clutch him tighter, warmth swelling inside you in spite of the cooling air of the evening. “You have room for Luke in there.”

Obi-Wan examines you closely, pausing only for a second before he speaks again. “Perhaps more than just him.”

And there it is, the admission you’ve always been curious for yet never wanted to ask. Your breath hitches — only a tad, but you know he picks up on it, and you peer at him cautiously. It’s a conversation you’ve avoided so many times before.

Admittedly, today was the perfect day as any to prime the subject. You’ve never been sure whether Luke has assured Obi-Wan that he wants nothing to do with parenthood or if it inspires a desire to have a son of his own.

It’s not revisited until you’re crawling back into bed, back to his bare chest, and the ghosting touch of his hand smoothing down your front draws your attention away from the sensation of his body enfolding around yours. He’s trying to be discreet, you can tell.

“Practicing?” You whisper, with only a hint of knowing so as not to scare him off. There’s no need, you realize, when you feel his mouth twist into a lopsided smile against your nape and his fingers spread unabashedly across your stomach.

“Perhaps,” he repeats, and it’s enough.

#rini writes #obi wan kenobi x reader #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi imagine #SORRY FOR THE WAITTTT LOL SHE'S HERE #I almost named this one 'tales of tatooine' as in 'tales of ba sing se' but I decided not to lmao #this one came out of nowhere tho all the ideas just flew out #as always I hope you like my loves #<3

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devilinsheepswool · 4 years

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My First Impressions vs My now thoughts on the Obey Me! Babes + Luke

Because I did one for mysme some time back. Spoilers for season 2 and images (not related to the spoilers) ahead, tread with care

Lucifer

First Impression: Jumin Han, but make him a demon

Season 1: *after the attempts on MC's life, and over all ambiguity of his feelings and thoughts on MC* proceed with caution

Season 2: *after Arcadia, Luci being a smug lil shit but such a sweet heart when MC returns to Devildom, the amnesia situation, and willingness to sacrifice himself for MC and his brothers* LUCI, LISTEN TO ME LOVE I WOULD DIE FOR YOU WITHOUT HESITATION BABE

Overall thoughts: listen, I tend to like subs but Luci bae you got me like 💋👀❤👀❤👀💋

Mammon

First Impression: He kinda reminds me of the guys that used to bully me when I was a kid

Season 1: *always protecting MC and caring for them, being basically attached to their hip* You're the only bitch in the house i ever respected.

Season 2: *Mammon being Mammon* I am proposing 👀💍❤

Overall thoughts: YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN I COULD EVER GIVE YOU, OH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MY SWEET DEMON BOY

Leviathan

First Impression: I found my new bottom 😏

Season 1: *Levi still being a gigantic tsundere for a majority of the game, even post pact* Levi, sweetie! 💕 Pspspsps! 💗 Levi, darling! 💖 Come here, baby! 💘 Pspspsps! 💓

Season 2: (plus devilgrams) I'mma have all his sea demon babies, and that's a promise ❤👀

Overall thoughts: Fuck me in your ocean monster demon form

Satan

First Impression: 16 year old me's dream man, tbh

Season 1: Such a dapper Cat man~ So posh and chivalrous... Wait, oh?! He gremlin too?! Such gap moe,

Season 2: Any demons here? Got any demons out tonight? Any HORNY 😏 boys? Satan, I know you there babe, pspspsps

Overall thoughts: "Season 2 is over, so I cut off all my shirts sleeves." Why? "Satan was my self control."

Asmo

First Impression: Okay, now this is interesting... not normally an archetype I'm fond of... but I'm kinda diggin him

Season 1: uhm, excuse me waiter? This season lacked a bit too much Asmo's character development for my liking

Season 2: SOLMARE MY BABY BOI JUST WANTS LOVE!!! LET ME LOVE HIM, SOLMARE!!!

Overall thoughts: *Asmo getting cheated out of screen time and MC's love by Solmare* where are my cuddles, where are my kisses? MC, is... evil? MC is unyielding? MC is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my rusack and going out to explore the world like a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this house hold.

Beel

First Impression: kinda scarey... 😟

Season 1: *after the whole Luke situation* I think we're married? But I don't remember a wedding. We might have adopted Luke too, sooo...? I like him, tho, so it's all Gucci with me tbh A REALLY SWEET DEMON MAN

Season 2: Puppy! Gigantic puppy man! BEELzeBABE sweetie I love you, baby! You're doing amazing sweetheart

Overall thoughts: I've had Beel for two seasons now and if anything ever happened to him, I would kill everyone and then myself

Belphie

First Impression: ❤👀 Hey there Miss New Booty 👀❤

Season 1: *after he kills MC and there's no development or elaboration on their relationship*

Season 2: (+ Devilgrams) Listen, everyone gets at least one homicidal psychopathic bad boy, and I've chosen him.

Overall thoughts: Hello, fellow gremlin should we duel to the death for title of "ultimate sarcastic bastard"

Diavolo

First Impression: *Looks down at Diavolo's chest and then quickly back at him* I am looking respectfully 👀👀👀 *internally though vvvv*

Season 1: He's cute, it's a shame we didn't see more of him 😔💔

Season 2: *towards the end, when Diavolo keeps trying to get MC alone* oooooooooh, bet? 😏

Overall thoughts: This man brings out the bottom in me like I have never experienced before

Barbatos

First Impression: I know we just met, and I know I hardly know anything about you but do you believe in love at first sight or should I walk by again?

Season 1: Listen, you can't give me a man that insanely HOT and then only sprinkle him every here and there in the game!!! That's not right! Gimme the whole slice Solmare!

Season 2: Barbatos, mon cher, they continue to keep us apart, don't they love? But fret not, fate shall not keep us a part for long, I know you'll come for me and I promise I shall be ready for when that day comes

Overall thoughts: He knows how to bake and cook!? Sold, I'm sold! Get me a white dress and him a suit~

Solomon

First impression: He radiates pure bastatd energy, he just looks so pleased with himself... I feel like he's hiding something... I like him tho, I'd be his friend.

Season 1: *when the fandom theorized he was evil and shady* "STOP SAYING HE IS EVIL AND SHADY, you don't have all the facts!!!" and those are? "I LOVE HIM 🥺😭"

Season 2: *revealing he's been working hard to come up with a solution to MC's and the 3 realms problems, being protective of MC in Lesson 38* I KNEW IT, I KNEW YOU WEREN'T GOING TO BE EVIL 🥺😭☺️ THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE U ❤❤❤

Overall thoughts: I would die for u tbh

Simeon

First Impression: Oh dreamweaver~ 💕❤💗💘💓💖👌💍🥺😏😚

Season 1: oh holy shoulders give me strength for I know he is a forbidden man, but rather than give me strength you only seem to test my resilience to reach for the forbidden fruit and test my already crumbling sanity

Season 2: *Simeon alluding to feelings for MC with subtle actions and text messages* *high pitched shrieking only audible to dogs*

Overall thoughts: Have you ever seen a man so perfect you cry? Like, God, his beauty is unbelievable!!!

Luke

First impression: Yes, operator? I would like the custody of child forms... yeah, I'll hold 💅

Season 1: *when Luke is obviously still afraid and uncomfortable of being in Devildom, and any demon looks at him funny. Especially that one lesson when Lucifer tries to attack him in that catacombs looking place*

Season 2: *watching Luke get more comfortable and even miss Devildom, watching his relationship with Barbatos and Solomon develop* that's growth

Overall thoughts: *after Luke accepted being MC's guardian Angel*

Lilith

First Impression: I know she's supposed to be good... but what if she turns out to be like Rika??? I'm sorry but I can't go through this again, dude

During Season 1: *towards the end when Lilith reveals all the truth to MC* I AM SO SORRY FOR EVER DOUBTING U MAMA LILITH 😭😭😭 U DIDN'T DESERVE THAT I'M SO SORRY

Overall thoughts: Mama Lilith, it's me your bastard great great great descendant. Can you hear me wherever you are? Mama Lilith, I need u girl... come help me again pwease 🙏

#obey me!#obey me! one master to rule them all #obey me shall we date #swd obey me #obey me #obey me! shall we date?#obey me! shall we date #om lucifer #om leviathan #om mammon #om satan #om asmodeus #om beelzebub #om belphegor #om diavolo #om barbatos #om simeon #om luke #om solomon

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thembohux · 3 years

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Starlight Chapter 1

I’m trying out posting longer fics on here, rather than just oneshots, so here is the first chapter of a Star Wars Regency AU! I’ve also posted it here on my Ao3 profile (crylorenaissance). This also features the OC of the lovely @cleversturmhond who allowed me to use Ro in this fic

Kylo Ren/OFC, Armitage Hux/OFC

18+ only please!

When a potential scandal befalls Lord Kylo Ren and Lady Lita Cetrye, quick arrangements are made for marriage and for both families to save face before word gets out. Things don’t go as planned for Lord Kylo and Lady Lita when a certain gentleman within their social circle gets involved.

Warnings for Chapter 1: PIV sex, mentions of oral sex (f receiving), arranged marriages, mentions of age gaps (all are adults), mentions of loss of virginity, possible historical inaccuracies, let me know if I’ve missed anything

They knew it was wrong. Virtuous young women weren’t supposed to be alone with men who weren’t family or their husbands, nor were they supposed to frequently be sneaking around with unwed gentlemen.

Yet that is exactly where Lita found herself. In the bedchambers— no, bed— of Lord Kylo Ren. They’d been doing this for months, sneaking around to see one another in secret. Luckily, Lord Dameron and his wife, who were close friends of Kylo and Lita, always helped protect both of their images. Of course, it had happened when Poe had accidentally caught them together, but that time had been innocent, just a few stolen kisses behind a hedge in Kylo’s mother’s garden.

This would ruin Lita’s reputation if someone found out and they’d be forced to marry anyway. Which wouldn’t have been bad. Lita and Kylo adored one another. Their parents were close, so they’d grown up together. Now Lita visited on her own, because at twenty years old and still unwed, she’d offered her services and time to Leia to help prepare Rey for her upcoming social seasons. Although it was mostly just an excuse to see Kylo. Rey was horribly stubborn and didn’t like the lessons Lita helped give her.

Kylo had managed to pull Lita away from the lessons nearly an hour ago. Their parents knew it was wrong, but they’d often allow them to socialize without a chaperone if no other guests were around. Everyone assumed Lita and Kylo would marry soon anyway. Lita was never able to secure a suitor, and while many had tried to flirt with her or win her hand, Kylo always scared them away. He was an imposing man, who loomed over many of the men in their social circle. When any arrogant young gentleman attempted to woo Lady Lita, Kylo always swooped in at her first sign of discomfort. There had always been rumors and gossip about them and the friendship they had. Hushed conversations the other ladies had about Kylo and Lita frequenting one another’s beds, the gentlemen in their social circle casually asking Kylo such intimate questions about Lady Lita while they discussed their wives and fiancées.

And of course, Kylo wasn’t exactly proper. His hair was too long, his presence often commanding the attention of everyone around him. Lady Lita was exactly what most of their peers wanted in a wife, except for the small eccentricities she allowed herself. She frequently had lavender ribbons woven within her hair and, when they were in season, little sprigs of the flowers as well.

The thoughts of betrothals and what was proper were completely tossed away now. All Kylo and Lita could focus on was one another. It hadn’t started as them hiding away in his bedchamber. It had started in the library, just for Lita to get away from Kylo’s sister for a little bit. But then he’d said such alluring words, pressing kisses below her ear and down her neck, his hands finding her waist before the two of them ran off to his chambers, evading house staff, Kylo’s father and his Uncle Luke.

A soft moan slipped past Lita’s lips, something Kylo hurriedly silenced by pressing his mouth to hers.

“Shh, darling, you’ll get us caught.” He punctuated his words with a deep thrust that had Lita arching up towards him, hands grasping Kylo’s shoulders. He knew they were running out of time before Lita was requested back to the drawing room, but neither of them cared. Not when the drag of Kylo’s cock drew the softest moans and gasps from Lita, making her cunt clench around him and her eyes roll back. Or how Kylo’s hands firmly held her waist as he pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses down her neck and along the tops of her breasts. He would’ve bitten her if he could get away with it. Kylo already knew she liked it after one of their previous moments together.

Lita pressed her head back into the pillows, breathing heavily as Kylo continued to thrust into her, the head of his cock striking her front wall, nearly making her cry out.

“Kylo!”

“Just a little longer, my love.” His thrusts were growing sloppy, chasing his orgasm and helping Lita to reach hers, his hand wandering down between them, rubbing tight circles around her clit. Kylo hissed as Lita’s nails dug into his skin, dragging down his back as her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting. Lita let one last soft moan of his name past her lips as she came, not wanting anyone to hear her. Kylo followed shortly after, holding his hips flush to hers as he came. Lita shuddered as he pulled out and Kylo rolled over to lay on his back.

“Darling, do you think marriage is in our future?” Lita asked softly, laying her head on Kylo’s chest. He pressed a kiss to her forehead, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“Of course I do.”

Lita sighed. She wanted him to propose! They’d been lovers for months now and she was tired of sneaking around to be with him. She wanted to tell the ladies she was friends with all about her beloved husband, Lord Kylo Ren.

“When?”

“Soon. I’ll discuss it with your parents tonight. Since our families are so close, it should go well.”

“Promise me, Kylo. My parents are growing impatient and will have to start seeking someone else if you don’t officially choose me.”

“I promise—” he paused, grabbing Lita’s hand and pressing a kiss to each of her fingers before kissing the back. Lita laid her hand against his cheek and Kylo turned to kiss her palm before speaking once more— “that you and I shall marry by the new year.”

“Rosh Hashanah or the end of December?”

“Whichever you prefer, starlight,” he chuckled.

Lita leaned down to kiss him and Kylo laid his hand over the one she had resting against his cheek. She was thrilled! Married to her best friend, the man she loved, before the year was up!

Meanwhile, Rey was walking through the hall just outside the door. She needed to change after spilling on herself once again, but she paused upon hearing something in her brother’s room. Lita hadn’t been at luncheon, still spending her time with Kylo. Rey thought for a moment before the realization struck her. Kylo and Lita were in his chambers. Alone. Perhaps they just needed to privately discuss something! Or Kylo was showing Lita some of the sketches he’d been working on of the flowers in their garden. She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Surely there’d be no harm if she looked inside…

Lita and Kylo didn’t notice the door open just a crack, too preoccupied kissing one another. Rey quickly shut the door as quietly as possible before running back down to where her mother was waiting. Han had joined Leia in the drawing room shortly before Rey burst through the door.

“Ben and Lady Lita are alone together!” She was out of breath from running and nearly tripping over her skirt on her way down the stairs.

“Rey, they’re allowed to be unchaperoned in the library.”

Would it be decent to say what she saw? That she saw Lady Lita in just a corset, kissing Kylo in a way not even married couples did. Rey had recently gone to a wedding with her family and the kissing there hadn’t been anything like what she’d just seen.

“They were in his bedchamber!”

Leia rose from her seat and motioned to Han to follow her as she headed to the library. This could’ve been a scheme of Rey’s. One to get rid of Lita since she hated the lessons so much. But ruining Lady Lita’s reputation would’ve been a stretch, even for Rey.

“We don’t know that they’re doing anything wrong. They could just be looking at some of Ben’s art. He’s always sketching those flowers for her.” Leia knew Lita was incredibly well behaved and that her son was thinking of proposing. The library was empty.

“We should have checked on them,” Han said as they started making their way to Kylo’s room. “I know we agreed with Lita’s parents that they could go unchaperoned sometimes but they’re still…” He trailed off as they reached the door. Han raised a hand to knock, knuckles connecting with the wood. No response. Han raised an eyebrow at Leia before opening the door.

Kylo was on top of Lita again, his lips on hers. He pulled away when the door opened, quickly lowering himself down to cover Lita with his own body, sparing her a shred of decency.

“Ben, what have you and Lady Lita been doing?”

Everyone knew the answer to Han’s question. Kylo wasn’t embarrassed, actually finding the situation quite humorous. Lita, on the other hand, had buried her face against Kylo’s chest to hide her flushed cheeks.

“The two of you should dress for dinner. Lita, your parents should be arriving soon. We can all discuss this situation.”

The door closed and Kylo raised himself up to get a good look at Lita. She looked panicked.

“The worst they’ll do is make us get engaged. Which is exactly what we want.”

“Kylo, what if they don’t? They might think you’re a bad influence or that you forced me to do this.”

Kylo’s thumb stroked along Lita’s cheek before he gave her one final kiss.

“I won’t let that happen, my love.”

Lita quickly dressed and went to the guest chambers to begin getting ready. Her maid was already waiting for her.

“Did you discuss an engagement with him?” she asked eagerly. Lita had told Marie all about her unofficial courtship with Kylo. Marie herself was a few years older than Lita and had already wed the year before to one of the footmen who worked for the Cetrye family. She’d seen more of Kylo these past six months than of actual married couples. Not to mention all the times she’d come to bring something to Lita and found her with Kylo in a variety of compromising positions.

“We did. He’s going to speak to my father tonight to set up an appointment and make a formal request for my hand.”

“That’s very exciting, my lady,” Marie said, beginning to brush Lita’s hair to style it once again. “When will you wed?”

“I was thinking in August. He said before the new year but didn’t clarify which he meant. So we will wed before Rosh Hashanah.”

Once they finished getting ready, Lita followed closely behind Kylo down to the drawing room. Both of their parents were already waiting for them. Lita’s parents looked disappointed and her father raised an eyebrow at Kylo as he sat in one of the armchairs.

“Lord Cetrye, I would like to discuss an urgent matter with you,” Kylo said once he was comfortable in the chair. Lita’s eyes lit up as she looked between Kylo and her father, hoping her father would say something in the affirmative.

“If it is regarding my daughter’s hand in marriage, I won’t hear it.”

Her face fell into panic.

“You’ve already sullied her reputation enough! With the constant flirting and dancing, scaring away all of her suitors and now this. Marrying you would only make it worse!”

If word of Kylo and Lita sleeping together got out, it would ruin her. Kylo would be fine, really. A man of his social standing was expected to have experience in such things. But that experience was supposed to come from the patronage of brothels, not from a young woman in his social circle. Yet, they’d only been with one another. And in such pleasurable ways, too. Pleasurable and some downright filthy. Just last month, they’d laid together in a meadow, Kylo’s head between Lita’s thighs. He’d made her come nearly three times with just his fingers and tongue, leaving little bruises and bite marks behind on her thighs.

In the early months of their secret relationship, he’d sometimes let Lita be on top, hands grasping her hips and pulling her down onto his thick cock as the softest moans and whines slipped past her lips. And, oh god, how she’d moaned and whined for him their first time together. Soft whispers and gasps about how good Kylo made her feel, how big his cock was, while he slowly rocked his hips against Lita’s.

“My lord, I’ve never loved someone the way I love your daughter! She’d be well taken care of with me and never want for anything!”

“No and that’s final!”

Lita saw Kylo’s jaw tighten, fists clenched at his sides. She wanted to reach out to him, hold him. They could run away together! Elope if they’d like! Kylo met her gaze, saw the tears glittering along her lashes.

“I… I don’t feel well, may I be excused?” Lita suddenly said. Her voice shook slightly and she didn’t look up at anyone.

“Go lay down, I’ll be up in a moment,” her mother replied. She knew Lita was upset and that she’d said she didn’t feel well just as a guise to leave.

There was a ball next week, one to celebrate the end of winter and the official start of spring. She’d wanted to appear with Kylo as his fiancée. Tell Lady Aurora Dameron and Lady Ellaria Pryde all about the proposal and show them her engagement ring. She’d been at Ellaria’s wedding last September, shortly before her twentieth birthday, and Aurora’s— Ro, as she preferred to be called in casual settings— wedding just a few months ago. They’d both been lovely affairs.

Ellaria’s had been at the Pryde estate rather than a church. A show of wealth that her father-in-law had insisted on. And the fact that Ellaria and her husband Varric were not of the same religion. Ellaria, who came from the Hux family, was Catholic. Varric, the sole heir and son of Lord Enric Pryde, was Anglican, like most English families.

Lita had danced with Ellaria’s older brother, Armitage, at the reception after the wedding. He wasn’t exactly sociable. He knew all of the proper ways to converse and was an adequate dancer, but he was incredibly stiff and hard to talk to. Perhaps it had been due to his father’s watchful eye while Armitage danced with Lady Lita. Or Kylo’s glare from the corner of the room.

Lita had told Kylo after that she’d also like to get married in her own home. The home she’d share with her husband one day. Not the first of many hints she’d dropped to Kylo regarding the matter. That had been their first night together. Kylo’s estate in Alderaan had been much closer than Lita’s and his family had offered to host her that night rather than send her all the way back to her own home. They’d kissed a few times before but he’d invited Lita back to his chambers once everyone else had gone to bed.

Lita had told Kylo about her wishes while her head rested against his bare chest and he interlaced their fingers. He’d laughed softly, promising her anything she wanted when they wed. If she wished to be married at their synagogue, he’d make that happen. If she wanted to be married at the estate, he’d let her. He just wanted his beloved starlight to be happy and give her the life she desired. A life with him.

But now that plan was slipping from their grasp. They could run and leave everything behind if they wished. Be with one another. But without the fortune or support of their families, they’d struggle. And their reputations would be completely ruined. Rumors would float around about pregnancy and other such things. They couldn’t have that. They wanted to be around their friends when they married and eventually had children.

But that was now an unattainable fantasy.

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“Excited, sir?” Dopheld asked. Armitage nearly rolled his eyes. Dopheld, his valet, was the closest thing he had to a friend but the young man was so eager about such frivolities. His enthusiasm was often a bother, as ridiculous as that may have seemed to anyone else. Armitage knew one of his father’s motives for hosting this ball. He was insistent Armitage find a wife to prove that it had been worth it for Brendol to take his bastard son in. Someone to make Brendol look more charitable and like a far better man than he was or ever had been. Such a kind man for taking in the children of his mistresses. That was what Lord Brendol Hux wanted the world to see, but the reality was far worse. His children were abused, beaten, degraded at the hands of him, his wife and their friends. All a secret, of course.

Except of course the harsh gossip they spread about Ellaria and Armitage. Maratelle and her friends always had their little comments about how hard it would be to marry off Ellaria, that she was too tall and looked too much like her father and brother but with “her mother’s awful, unruly hair!” Armitage was called weak. Just a slip of a boy. And “good for nothing, just like that kitchen woman who birthed him.”

Armitage shook away the thoughts. He’d caught wind of which lady he was set to court. Lady Lita Cetrye, who had been deemed off the market until just this last week. Her parents were looking to find her a husband. He’d met Lady Lita many times, as she was friends with his sister, but never took any sort of interest in her. She was close with Kylo Ren, a man with the temper of a child in Armitage’s opinion. Kylo had previously scared off all the other men who spoke with Lady Lita. What would make Armitage different?

He didn’t have a positive or negative opinion on Lita herself. She was simply Ellaria’s friend and peer, six years younger than Armitage and a nice dance partner. She was pretty, too, able to capture the attention of many gentlemen within their social group. Somewhat vain, perhaps, but that was the worst thing Armitage could truly say about her. He simply didn’t know her well enough. He’d have to ask Ellaria more about her. The thoughts were pushed aside as he took a deep breath and headed downstairs.

Lita kept toying with her necklace while standing off at the edge of the room with Ellaria. Well, Ellaria was sitting while Lita stood. Lady Pryde was taller than Kylo, something not many people could say they’d accomplished doing.

“My parents said I’m not to approach him first. I’d seem fast if I did such a thing,” Lita told Ellaria.

“But you are fast. That’s what has landed you in this situation, is it not?” Ellaria knew of Lita’s situation with Kylo. She’d known for months and had also been encouraging Kylo to propose.

“Not everyone needs to know that. Especially not your brother. My parents are set on Armitage being the only man to dance with me tonight.”

“As is our father. And Armitage is coming this way, so I should take my leave. I wish you the best of luck.” And with that, Ellaria was gone.

Lita looked around, waiting to see the man she’d have to dance with the rest of the night. Where was Kylo when she needed him? He was supposed to be here! Most importantly, he should’ve been here with her.

“Lady Lita, may I have this dance?”

As much as he hated to admit it, Armitage nearly stopped breathing when he saw her. She always wore lavender ribbons in her hair and tonight was no different. Since flowers had started to bloom and the Cetrye family was renowned for their garden, little sprigs of lavender had been woven into her hair as well. Of course, many people considered this odd but others found it charming.

“It would be a pleasure, Lord Hux.”

Armitage carefully took her hand in his own, brushing his lips against her knuckles as their eyes briefly met. Lita looked away first, suddenly shy. He was handsome. And her close friend’s older brother, which was a little odd, of course. Never mind all that! The next song was beginning already and Armitage was adjusting his hold on Lita accordingly.

“It’s lovely to see you without that man looming over your shoulder at every moment. Some were starting to think you were engaged but never announced it.”

His words stung but Lita couldn’t show it.

“Kylo and I are just friends, Lord Hux. Nothing more.” Lita paused for a moment to collect herself. “Your dancing has improved since I last had you as a partner.”

He was still stiff, though.

“Six months is an adequate amount of time to practice one’s skills.”

“Indeed it is.”

Six months was a long time. The perfect amount of time to court someone and announce an engagement. Which Kylo should have done before they were caught. But that couldn’t be changed.

Once their dance was finished, Armitage offered Lita his arm and escorted her to where others were gathering to converse. He managed to grab two glasses of champagne from a passing footman, handing one to Lita, who gladly accepted it.

“I’m sure you’ve heard what our families plan to do,” Armitage said, suddenly lowering his voice. “Marry you off to me, keep appearances up tonight and then in a month, they’ll formally announce it in the papers.” He wore a self satisfied smirk at Lita’s feigned shock. She knew the plan. “It really is too bad about you and Kylo Ren. We all thought you two would wed ages ago.”

A small smile found its way to Lita’s lips.

“Perhaps I just had to save myself for someone like you, Lord Hux. I’m quite surprised nobody has taken the opportunity from me.”

Armitage had to admit that Lita was indeed charming. She’d make the perfect wife and be able to keep up with him intellectually. Surely, she would keep him entertained in more ways than one.

The following day, Lita awoke to her mother excitedly knocking on her door.

“Lord Hux has sent you flowers! Aren’t they lovely?”

They were! White roses with some purple flowers intermingled with them. Lilac blooms and even some lavender.

White roses. Innocence. If only he knew!

There was a note attached. Thanking Lita for the lovely time last night and wishing to see her again this week.

Yes, Lord Hux did have a wonderful time saying such rude things about Kylo and trying to assert his dominance the entire night.

“You will see him again, won’t you?”

“Of course! He is one of the most eligible suitors I’ve met!”

It pained Lita to say those words, to write a letter back to Lord Hux and send it off in the post to him. She wished to lock herself away in her chambers. Even more, she wished Kylo was here with her.

#lita talks #ok2rblg #my writing #minors dni #star wars fanfiction #armitage hux fanfiction #kylo ren fanfiction #kylo ren #armitage hux #Armitage Hux/OC #Kylo Ren/OC

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dettiot · 3 years

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the prince heir 1/2

Luke lived on a small farm on the planet Coruscant. His favorite activities were working on his speeder and trying to find out their farmgirl’s name. She had never revealed it and was generally distant and reserved as she went about her duties. It was like she was trying to hide from something--or someone.

Even though Luke tried to be friends with her, asking her questions and doing his best to lighten her heavy work load, she never said anything other than “As you wish.”

When he was young, she sounded stubborn and determined, refusing his help. As he got older, he thought she softened a little. When she said “As you wish” to him, the words sounded softer, happier.

And then one day, when she said “As you wish,” Luke realized what she was really saying was “I love you.”

It filled him with joy, because he knew he had loved her for his entire life.

When he told her that he loved her, he asked her once again for her name. And this time, she told him: Mara.

With their love confirmed, they started making plans for their future. Mara wanted to travel to her home planet and recover her dowry. Luke didn’t think she should make such a journey on her own--he didn’t like the idea of being separated from her for so long. But Mara was still stubborn and determined, and she could protect herself. Luke knew this, and so, he let her go.

Three months after she had left, the word came that her spaceship had been attacked by the Dread Pirate Ohnaka, who never let prisoners live.

Luke locked himself in his room for days. He mourned the loss of Mara deeply, with a sorrow that touched every part of his soul.

“I will never love again,” Luke vowed.

XXX

The next five years were long and sad. Not even the revelation that he was the secret son of Darth Vader, and therefore third in line to the throne of Coruscant, could change his sorrow.

For while meeting his father and his twin sister helped, nothing could change the fact that the other half of his soul was gone.

Luke did his best. He learned about Coruscant’s military and political position, tutored by King Palpatine himself. The king acted like a kindly old grandfather, but Luke did not trust him.

There was his father, though: a strong, impressive man, one who had fought wars and was the hero Luke had dreamed of being one day. And his sister Leia, sharp-tongued and warm-hearted, reminded him a little of Mara.

Although the king reassured him that his heart would heal and there was satisfaction in doing one’s duty to one’s planet, Luke often felt like he couldn’t breathe. On those times, he had to take his speeder and leave, driving through the city streets of Coruscant and out into the country.

One day, he took his usual route. As the city fell away, he breathed deeply, then paused when he spotted three beings by the side of the road, beside a speeder with sparks flying from it.

Pulling up beside them, Luke said, “Do you need help?”

The slimy slug creature spoke in a language Luke didn’t recognize, and the man said, “It’s fine.”

The giant furred being let out a growl and Luke felt a flash of worry. “There is no one around for miles,” he said, stepping out of his speeder. “Let me help you.”

A blue flash filled his vision and Luke slumped to the ground. His last thought was of Mara and how much she would have teased him for being surprised like this.

XXX

Luke sat beside Jabba, the slug creature, and tried not to wince from the blaster painfully poking into his jaw. He heard footsteps, and Jabba let out an oily laugh and then spoke.

“You’re that smart?” said a voice. A voice that sounded . . . familiar?

No, it must be Luke’s imagination. He tried to catalog what he knew so far about the woman in black that had been chasing them since this morning, as his kidnappers attempted to get him to Exegol.

She was strong. Smart. She must know her way around a blaster, if she had gotten past Han. And she had to have brains and brawn to have defeated Chewbacca.

Jabba rumbled something, and the woman calmly said, “Then we are at an impasse. Therefore . . . I propose a battle of wits.”

That seemed to get the slug excited, from the sound of his voice. Luke kept listening, but between the woman in black not saying anything and Jabba’s incomprehensible speech, he didn’t know what was going on until the woman in black finally spoke.

“I have placed iocane powder in one of these goblets. You must decide which one has the poison, and then we both drink. Then we shall see who is right and who is dead.”

Luke felt his heart pound. He wasn’t sure if he liked the idea of the woman in black winning . . . but being her captive must be better than being Jabba’s.

For a few long moments, Jabba debated, the woman in black responding without giving any hints. Finally, Jabba made his choice--in a way that made Luke suspect the creature was trying to get one up on the woman in black--and they both drank.

There was a long silence, and then Jabba began laughing in a deep, booming tone. He spoke and kept laughing, but then his laughter abruptly cut off and there was a thud.

Gloved hands reached for the blindfold around his eyes and Luke looked up at the woman in black.

“Who are you?” he asked in surprise and shock.

“I am no one to be trifled with. That is all you need to know,” she said firmly, bending down to remove the binders around his wrists and ankles.

He looked at Jabba’s corpse, the eyes wide, and looked back at the woman in black. “And to think, it was your cup that was poisoned, wasn’t it?”

“They were both poisoned,” the woman said, her voice a bit gruff as she took his hand and pulled him to his feet. “I’ve spent the last few years developing an immunity to iocane.”

And with that, the woman in black latched on to his wrist and started pulling him away.

XXX

She set a grueling pace, even for someone like Luke who had grown up working on a farm. Clearly, his days of learning to be an heir didn’t have enough physical activity.

After he spent ten minutes trying not to pant too loudly, the woman in black let them pause at a group of boulders.

“Rest yourself,” she said, sinking down on a large stone.

Luke took a few moments to breathe, then turned to look at her. She was nearly his height, dressed all in black, with a mask covering her face and hair. Only her chin and jaw were revealed, her skin smooth and pale.

“I didn’t really need to ask your name,” Luke said. “It’s clear who you are: the Dread Pirate Ohnaka.”

The woman eyed him, then gave a deep nod. “I am.”

For a moment, his vision whited out with his anger and pain. Because this was the woman who had killed the love of his life.

“You are the only person I allow myself to hate.”

She looked at him for a long moment. “And why is that, your highness?”

Luke kept his eyes on hers, refusing to soften. “You killed my love.”

With a shrug of her shoulders, the woman in black rose to her feet. “I kill a lot of people. I suppose she was some kind of princess? All simpering and sweet?”

“No--she was a farmgirl,” Luke retorted, his anger bubbling up. “Poor and perfect. With eyes like the first day of spring . . .”

His voice trailed off, and then he gave himself a shake and tried to latch back on to his anger. “On the high stars your ship attacked, and the Dread Pirate Ohnaka never takes prisoners.”

The woman shrugged again. “You can’t, because once you make an exception, everyone starts to take advantage.”

Luke looked away, swallowing hard at such callousness.

There was another silence, colder and harder, before the woman broke it. “I think I remember this farmgirl of yours. This would have been . . . five years ago?”

As much as he wanted to know more about Mara’s last moments, part of him wished the woman would be quiet. Because once he knew how she had died . . . it would be the end. There would be no sense in waiting any longer, because she would really and truly be dead.

“Does it bother you to hear?”

Doing his best to hide the tear he wiped away, Luke shook his head.

“She died well. No bribe attempts or blubbering. She just said . . . ‘Please, I need to live.’ And when I asked her why, she said, ‘True love’.”

The woman in black paused and looked at him. “You should thank me for saving her from discovering who you truly are.”

“What?” Luke shouted, rising to his feet. “How do you know anything about who I am?”

She scoffed. “You are a prince, the heir to your father and his master’s throne. Now, tell me: when you heard that farmgirl was out of the way, did you go running to your father immediately, or wait a week out of respect to the dead?”

Luke stared at her. “How--how can you be so cruel? And so wrong? I died that day!”

The sound of speeders made the woman in black look away from him, her eyes scanning the horizon.

And Luke, exhausted from all this emotional and physical upheaval, lost his temper.

“And you can die, too, for all I care!” he said, shoving the woman in black.

She hit the ground and began rolling down towards a small valley. As she tumbled head over feet, her headwrap began to come loose, revealing long, red-gold hair.

Hair he knew.

And then he heard her voice.

“As . . . you . . . wish . . .”

“MARA!” he shouted, throwing himself after her. Desperate to be reunited with his lost love. No matter what, nothing would part them now.

to be continued . . .

#luke skywalker #mara jade #luke/mara #star wars #my fic #the princess bride #GIVE ME ALL THE AUS

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goalcaufield · 4 years

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puppy love - jack hughes ; luke hughes

summary: part two of the “jack sees luke with a girl” blurb :)

word count: 2948

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“jack,” you push jack’s chest to break your kiss. “are you sure no one’s home?”

jack rolls his eyes, “babe, i’m sure. my parents are at work and luke had practice right after school today. quinn’s away. i promise you, it’s just you and me.” jack leans back down to kiss you, picking up right where he left off with the heated kiss. it’s only a matter of seconds before he’s moving to your neck.

but then you hear the voices talking again, and you know this time you’re not going insane.

you push jack away from you again and he lets out a frustrated groan. “jack, someone’s here.”

then you hear someone laugh -- and it is not luke -- and jack freezes. “okay, i heard it that time.”

jack gets up from the bed and you follow after, pulling on jack’s hoodie to cover any marks he may have left.

you grab jack’s hand, even though you know there’s absolutely no reason to be scared whatsoever. you know it’s got to be luke, because who else would it be? alex had a double date with francesca, abby and cole right after school, and no one else had a key to the house besides cole. so it had to be luke, right?

you near the door to the basement close as you and jack make your way downstairs, and jack turns to give you a look that you easily reciprocate. however, the two of you still make your way down the stairs and then eventually creep down into the basement. the tv is turned on, and right when you can peek past the banister, you see the same girl from a few nights ago with her head on luke’s chest.

“that’s the girl!” you whisper yell, careful that luke or cierra doesn’t hear. jack quickly shushes you, and you watch as cierra looks up at luke, and he looks back down at her with a shy smile on his face.

“aww,” jack lets out, and that’s when both luke and cierra’s attention snaps to the two of you creepily peering at them behind the banister.

“jack!” luke exclaims, sitting up quickly, but careful as not to disturb cierra. “i thought you weren’t going to be home after school today?”

“i thought the same thing for you,” jack fires back. “what are you doing, luke?”

“uhh,” luke mumbles, looking between cierra, you, and jack.

“i’m y/n,” you finally say, walking down the rest of the stairs and offering the girl a kind smile. “and i am going to be your new best friend.”

cierra laughs, and with the look luke is giving you you’re sure he’s going to kill you the second cierra is gone. “i’m cierra, it’s nice to finally meet you. luke talks about you and jack all the time, don’t you lukey?”

“yeah, don’t you lukey?” jack teases, letting his hand rest on the small of your back. luke rolls his eyes at his older brother, but you can’t help but smile. you had surely come a long way from when you had first met luke. he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of you in the beginning, but he had come around and you had soon become the older sister he didn’t have. an annoying older sister, but a sister figure for sure. and that was great when he wanted someone to go to for girl help. but this was an issue he hadn’t gone to you for.

you look between both cierra and luke, “no funny business, right, hughes?” you ask luke with a pointed look, and he raises both of his hands above the blanket that’s draped across his lap. “and that’s what i like to see. j, lets go back upstairs, shall we?”

you can tell that he’s tempted, but jack can barely pull his gaze away from luke. “but y/n,” jack whines, pouting over at you. “this is the first time he’s ever brought a girl home, this is weird!”

“jack!” luke groans, his head falling back against the cushions on the couch. cierra giggles and lets her head rest on luke’s chest, which quickly makes him snap out of it and smile down at her.

“are you gonna stay for dinner, cierra? ‘cause i’m sure mom would love that,” jack smirks looking at luke, whose cheeks are flaming pink.

“yeah, i’m sure ellen wouldn’t mind feeding another mouth. what do you think, luke?”

yeah, he’s ready to kill the both of you.

“matter of fact, i would love that, y/n.” the smile he gives you is totally supposed to be snarky, but it turns out to just be cute.

“great, it’s settled!” jack smiles, his hand slipping underneath your shirt before his voice lowers. “now can we go upstairs, y/n/n?”

“mhm,” you grin. “we’ll see you two in a bit, okay? just let us know if you need anything.”

“but knock first,” jack looks at luke who just rolls his eyes.

right before you and jack head upstairs, you sneak one more final look at the two rising love birds cuddling together on the couch. you watch as luke presses his lips to cierra’s head and you can’t help but smile. you nudge jack so he can look too, and you look up at him to see him grinning.

“they’re too cute,” he whispers and turns his head to press a kiss to your temple. “but we’re cuter.”

“duh,” you respond before you head back upstairs before luke or cierra can catch the two of you red handed once again. that sure wouldn’t blow over well and you weren’t about to get caught snooping for a second time.

you and jack get back up to his bedroom and immediately the smirk is plastered across his face. “so, where were we?” he mumbles, closing the gap between you as he takes steps towards you. he wastes no time in pressing his lips to yours nor does he waste time to push you back down onto his bed.

“j, your little brother and his girlfriend are downstairs now,” you try to scold jack as he kisses down your neck, but it’s nearly impossible as the moans slip past your lips with completely contradicts your previous statement.

“and i told him to knock if he needs us. he’s a smart boy, y/n/n,” jack mumbles before pulling back to take off your hoodie. “besides, we’ve got some time to kill.”

“y/n!” ellen whisper-yells as you walk past the kitchen where ellen is preparing dinner for the night. dinner for seven instead of the usual four - minus quinn - and the addition of you and cierra. however you were a regular at friday night dinners, even if jack was away.

“ellen!” you whisper yell right back and slip into the kitchen. everyone is sitting in the living room gathered around the tv watching whatever hockey game is on. luckily, this includes cierra. “what’s up? need any help?”

she gives you a look. “you know what’s up. you can help me with luke’s girlfriend!” she giggles before going back to chopping the potatoes. “do we like her? what’s the verdict so far from my favorite girl?”

“i like her, so does j. she seems to really make lukey happy, and i know that’s all we could really want for him. he’s smitten, ellen. you’re gonna love her.” you reassure and ellen smiles as she continues with what she’s doing.

“don’t worry, between you and me, you’ll always be my favorite girl. even if luke is my favorite son.” ellen sends you a quick wink and you giggle.

“i knew it!” you hear jack yell from the entryway of the kitchen, causing both you and ellen to freeze. “is she holding you hostage, y/n? do i need to save you? i mean, i’m not the favorite.”

you don’t even have to turn around to know jack’s got one hand on his hip and at least one eye roll thrown into that statement. “jacky,” you sigh and almost turn around, but jack comes up behind you and wraps both of his arms around your waist, his chin resting on top of your head.

“don’t be a drama queen, jack,” ellen mumbles and you’re sure jack’s got a pout on his face.

“c’mon j, i know something that’ll make it better,” you grab his hands from around your waist and keep one intertwined with yours as you lead him into the living room where jim, luke, alex and cierra are all spread out on the couches. of course luke and cierra are sitting together, but at a comfortable distance, meanwhile jack nearly yanks you on top of his lap on the loveseat. “that better, bubby?”

“much,” he grins and gives your cheek a big kiss. “i love you, y/n,” he whispers, and you feel your face heat up. there was always something about jack whispering it to you where anyone could hear it that made it so much more flattering.

“i love you too jacky boy,” you pick your head up from his chest to look at his face, his eyes locked with yours in a way that was indescribable. needless to say, jack hughes was it for you.

“hey y/n,” jim barely glances over at you, two years of dating jack and his clinginess and need to always be around you no longer phased him. but jim still loved you regardless, of course. you were the daughter he never had.

“hey jim,” you quip back with a grin, you and jack settling in to watch the rangers vs tampa game along with everyone else. however, jack’s attention wasn’t on the tv in front of him, and his eyes never seemed to leave you.

of course, you noticed. you can’t just not notice something like that. you bite your lip, your focus glued to the tv in front of you, but it was impossible to really pay attention when you could feel jack’s gaze on you and the way his thumb rubbed the skin of your hip under your sweatshirt. so you lean back into him, letting his arms wrap around your waist. jack lets out a content sigh and you cant help but smile like a fool.

ellen eventually calls everyone for dinner and you all manage to pull away from the tv to go into the living room. you take your usual seat next to jack, across from luke and alex, and luke pulls over one of the extra seats for cierra to sit in between him and alex. you watch as jim and ellen exchange a look from across the table and you smile over at jack.

“he’s whipped,” jack mumbles, and your eyes widen.

“and you aren’t?” jack opens his mouth but quickly closes it. “yeah, that’s what i thought hughesy.”

jack just chuckles to himself and everyone starts to reach to grab food. cierra patiently waits, and it takes you back to the first time you ever ate at the hughes’ house.

“hey j, do you remember the first time i ate over?” you smile at the memory, reaching for your water and smiling into the glass.

“‘class project’,” jack quotes with his fingers and you playfully roll your eyes. that class was technically how you two met, but jack would purposely refuse to do anything in class so you’d have to spend time together after school. sure enough, that lead you to have to go over to the hughes, and you ate for dinner that night. of course everyone assumed you were dating because of the way you acted around each other, but that wasn’t the case. at the time. it took maybe four months before you and jack actually started dating, as if that was a shock to anyone. if anything, they were shocked it took so long in the first place.

“so cierra,” you clear your throat and place your fork down on your plate. cierra looks up at you, somewhat startled. “luke said you’re a figure skater?”

“yeah i am, actually. pretty sure some of the boys like to tease him for it though,” cierra smiles and looks over at luke, whose cheeks are bright red as he stares down at his dinner plate.

“and you’re training for the olympics?” jack casually throws in. you thought it was impossible, but the color of cierra’s cheeks get even darker. “yeah! i’m technically in the junior olympics right now, but the goal is to make the olympics when i can officially qualify.”

everyone pesters cierra with questions to get to know her, and by the end of the dinner it feels like her and luke have been dating forever and that you’ve all known her equally as long. she’s an incredibly sweet girl, and you know she’s going to be a perfect fit for luke.

“cierra, do you need a ride home? i’m sure y/n and i would be more than happy to drop you off,” jack asks cierra when you all go back into the living room.

“i mean, i don’t think that would be a problem,” cierra smiles, meanwhile luke is giving jack the stink eye.

“what, lukey? don’t like the fact you can’t have some alone time with your girl?”

“oh shut up!” luke groans and throws the couch pillow at his older brother.

jack giggles and leans into you, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “just let us know when you have to head home.”

about an hour or so later luke and cierra pop into jack’s room to let the both of you know cierra is ready to go. all of you meet back downstairs, jack grabs his car keys from the hook and you’re all in the car driving to cierra’s house.

you don’t pay too much attention, but you know cierra and luke are whispering and talking about something in the backseat. meanwhile jack has his fingers interlaced with yours resting on the center console while he drives.

“are you gonna stay the night?” jack asks, glancing over at you when he reaches the red light at the intersection. you shrug and he pouts. “love, please?”

“i gotta get up early for practice tomorrow, bub. every time i sleep over and have practice the next day i’m almost late because you don’t want me to get up.” you giggle at the look on his face letting your thumb rub over his knuckles.

“but- roadtrip,” jack mumbles, his bottom lip jutted out as he steps on the gas. “and i’ve missed you.”

you let out a sigh, and out of the corner of your eye you can see jack smile, him knowing that he won this one. “alright. fine. but if you don’t let me out of bed by eight thirty then we’re gonna have a problem.”

“thank god,” jack mumbles.

“so, how long have the two of you been together?” cierra pipes up from the backseat, and you smile, looking over your shoulder at her.

“a little over two years, actually,” you say. “we’ve known each other for quite some time but only started dating sophomore year.”

“two years of pure hell,” luke mumbles and your mouth drops open as you glare at him. “i’m kidding, i’m kidding! you know i love you, y/n. i love having you around.”

you let out a ‘hmph’ and sit forward in your seat once more. jack lets out a huff, and luke is apologizing profusely over and over again. “yeah. sure you do, luke.”

“i’m sorry!” he’s laughing while he says it, but you know he’s being serious. “i know we didn’t get off on the right foot when we first met-”

“yeah, cause you had the biggest crush on her when you were ten till you were thirteen and you were pissed she spent all her time with me,” jack mumbles and luke lets out a groan. “can’t even deny it, buddy. it’s the truth.”

“yeah, whatever, i know it is. i was young. you can’t blame me. i’m over it. she’s my older sister now, and an annoying one, especially when you two are together, jeez.”

“oh you love me,” you tease, looking over your shoulder once more to smile at the youngest brother who makes a face at you.

jack pulls into the driveway of cierra’s house and puts his car in park. “alright. get out. we’re exchanging you for cierra.”

“you’re ridiculous, you know that, j?” luke says, but you and cierra are both hysterically laughing at the two.

“sorry, luke. we like cierra more than you now. bye bud.”

luke mutters something under his breath before he gets out of the car, but he walks right over to cierra’s side and opens the car door for her. “thank you guys, it was great to meet you both,” cierra smiles at you two and you gratefully return the smile.

“it was great to finally meet you too, c. i hope to see you around the house more.” jack says.

“and me too!” you quickly add on, and then the three of you say your goodbyes.

you and jack are quiet as you watch luke walk cierra up to the front door. he’s got her hand on the small of her back and every now and then she’ll glance up to look at him. when they finally get to the door they exchange a few words, then cierra gets on her tippy toes to press a kiss to luke’s cheek.

luke walks back to the car, a stupid grin on his face. he slides back into the backseat. “i am so in love with her.”

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mandochlorian · 4 years

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everyone’s waiting (ben solo x reader)

PART TWO

summary: a few months after your arranged marriage (PART ONE), you and your new husband make a trip to the Republics Bases. one just happens to be where Ben’s parents work. seeing him and sneaking away while your husband is at a formal dinner is almost unavoidable.

part one

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warnings/tags: sad, slowburn, unrequited love

Wrapping her arm around yours, you both stand outside the door, awaiting the trumpets of music to signal your entrance. Your hand shakes. In fact, your whole body shakes, even your teeth are chattering as your mother begins to escort you down the aisle.

Everyone rises. There are gasps, coos, smiles and tears. But none of the people that truly knew you were doing so. They knew this is furthest from what you wanted, they just stand and watch on as they bite their tongues in the name of galactic acquiescence.

You’ve nearly reached the steps where your fiancé watches you, a proud smile on his face. Though you never see it. Someone else catches your eyes. Ben stands there, lips parted and trembling still, heart breaking in front of your eyes as he watches the person he loves stand beside an unworthy man.

Your husband takes your hands and that’s when you turn your focus on him. Taking a gulp, you can’t even force yourself to smile. That is, until you’re turning back to Ben, and your mother gets your attention from the row in front of him. She plasters a smile on her face. And you blink and do the same, almost as if switching on to what’s actually happening.

The officiate makes a joke about you dozing off and everyone laughs at your expense. But not Ben. Not Finn, not Poe, not Rey, and not Luke. And definitely not Chewie, who slumps in his seat with his arms crossed.

Dion Beruse. That’s his name. His hands are cold and his stare is unsettling. And he’s your husband. It goes so quickly. You’ve said whatever you’ve needed to say. And now majority of the attendees clap and congratulate you. Dion watches you, expectantly.

And upon realisation, you quickly push yourself forward and press your lips against his. When you go to pull back, he presses his hand against your back to keep you in place. It feels like his lips devour yours. A few people cheer and laugh, and when you pull away the second time, he allows it. All you can do is smile, biting your tongue and the insides of your cheeks and praying to the stars above that this is some twisted dream.

But it isn’t. Ben watches you as you exit the building, hand in hand with your new husband. And everyone cheers.

Your first night with Dion was less than memorable. He tried it. And you shut him down, repeatedly, telling him you were tired from the events of the day. And it had been that way for three weeks, until you felt you couldn’t hold it off any longer. So it happened. And it wasn’t great. And it’s over now. And you’re settling into your married life.

The ring on your finger hasn’t gotten any lighter or easier to wear.

And now, as you step off the ship, everything seems routine. Just as it should be. Dion doesn’t bother holding your hand anymore, only on occasions where he knows either your parents or his parents, or officials will fuss over it. Now is not one of those times.

“Y/N!” Han exclaims, his hands on his hips as he watches you walk down the ramp. You smile at the man, the crinkles by your eyes prominent. He stretches his hands out and you embrace him tightly, hearing his chest boom with a laugh. “It’s been too long, kid!”

“Way too long!” You exclaim, smiling at the feeling of his hand gently rubbing your back. When you pull back, Leia takes your hand in hers.

“I’m so happy to see you.” Leia smiles kindly, giving you a gentle look.

“You too,“ you nod, smiling widely at her too. It feels like the first time you’ve smiled in months, “beyond happy.”

“I’m Dion Beruse,” your husband announces, holding his hand out to Han, “We haven’t met.”

“No,” Han answers, shaking the strangers hand roughly and giving Leia and look, “We haven’t.”

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” Leia nods, ignoring Hans look of judgement. He never had been good at keeping it cool, “I’ve heard a lot about you. Shall we?” Leia admits, turning and heading towards a building. Han follows at her side as they lead you further into the base.

When you enter through the door, the person who passes by you makes your heart stop. He almost doesn’t notice that it’s you until he turns his head to look at you, his eyes latching onto yours for the moment it takes for both of you to walk past one another.

You halt, looking back and seeing him run a distressed hand through his hair and continue on his way. “We were planning on dinner tonight,” Han announces, watching your shoulders tense when you turn back to the group, “Could you maybe stay the night here?”

“I’m not sure-”

“Of course we can stay,” you cut Dion off, smiling up at Han and Leia, “It’d be a true pleasure!”

“You’re sure?” Dion asks the couple, looking between them, “We wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“Intrude?” You spit his word out, “They’re used to me intruding by now, right?”

Han lets out a scoff, his mind coming to the many times that you and Ben would tag along in the Falcon, following Han wherever the great man went. “Can’t get rid of her, really!” He teases, giving you a smile.

Han looks to Leia, giving a polite shrug. She nods, sending a happy look your way, “I’d be more than delighted for you both to be our guest. I’ll have your room prepared, dinner will be after 7.”

You smile, excitement bubbling through your chest. You can’t wait to see Ben, you almost jump from your seat and run after the boy. But matters are matters and the group begins discussing Resistance and Republic matters.

Dion’s blue eyes examine your form, giving you a smile as you turn away from the mirror. “You look ravishing,” he attempts to compliment, his gaze wandering to your low neckline. It makes you shiver and you turn back to the mirror, your eyes scanning your outfit.

“Maybe it’s too much.” You admit, wondering who the hell you look like because you sure as hell don’t look like you. Or the old you. Maybe this is just the married version of you, someone who feels older than they actually are

“No, it’s fine.” Dion insists, standing beside you to check himself in the mirror. He seems to take a steady breath, tucking his hair behind his ears. It’s long, not as long as Ben’s but long enough to flop around slightly if he doesn’t tame it.

You tear your eyes from him, struggling to not roll them. It’s fine? Fine, is it? You march to your room, tearing your shirt off and throwing it onto your bed. You grab something else, something old. It’s tight, with a high neckline and no sleeves. Lilac. Matched with a slightly high waisted skirt of the same colour. Your shoes are white.

When you exit your room, you head straight for the door. Dion trails behind, following you as you navigate the place. “You know your way around here pretty well, huh?” He notes, looking around as he tries to keep up.

“Yeah,” you answer simply, “I’ve known this place all my life.”

“How does someone like you end up knowing rebels like Han Solo and Leia Organa?” Dion genuinely wonders, halting to a stop outside the dining hall.

You turn to him, narrowing your eyes at the man, “What does that mean?”

“It’s a question.” He furrows his eyebrows, staring dumbly at you.

“Someone like me?” You repeat his words with a scowl on your face, “What is that supposed to mean, exactly?”

A look of confusion crosses his face, “Yeah, you. A princess. You come along to these diplomatic meetings because you’re my wife and we need to keep the peace, but generally princesses don’t-”

“I’m going to stop you right there before you make an absolute idiot of yourself, though I’m sure it’s not hard for you to do.” You cross your arms, giving him a less than pleased stare, “Your idea that princesses can’t be involved in politics is uninformed and ignorant. Leia Organa? Princess. Padme Amidala? Queen. You? Bit of an asshole, should probably learn to form your own opinions instead of listening to your dad and adopting his personality.” You turn to the door, holding it open but you look back at him, only now seeing Ben leaning against a wall and watching the whole fiasco occur, “By the way,” you tell Dion, tearing your eyes away from Ben, “I know this place like the back of my hand because my parents didn’t think princesses should be in the room where it happens.”

“I didn’t know.” He fumbles, rushing to follow you into the hall.

“Yeah, there’s a lot you don’t know about me.” Is all you say, anxiously sitting down and snapping your head towards the door, awaiting Ben’s arrival.

Han senses the tension, just giving Chewie a look. He just roars quietly, looking down at his empty plate. “Well,” Leia begins, wondering where her son is but knowing this dinner may be too difficult for him, “Let’s begin.”

It all looks so lovely, different dishes from different planets. As everyone begins to serve themselves, you hold back a sigh. And you look around the table, at the people you’ve known all your life, at your friends, old and young. And you can’t help but miss Ben a tremendous amount, though you know he’s close, he’s still so far away. You quietly excuse yourself from the table, ignoring the questioning look that Dion gives you, and you head for the door before he can follow you. You know where you’re headed. Dion doesn’t.

With your breath heavy in your lungs, you pause outside of his bedroom with your fist raised, waiting to knock. Just knock. You know he’s in there, surely he is. Where else could he be?

“Might be worth knocking.”

You gasp when you hear his voice coming from behind you, and you turn to face him. He’s dressed in his usual Jedi clothes, baggy brown pants, a sleeveless beige shirt, and a dark brown cowl. “You’re not at dinner.” You note, eyes piercing his movements as he reaches an arm out to punch the code in.

“Didn’t feel like eating.” He shrugs, stepping inside his room and looking back at you when you don’t follow, “Are you okay?”

“I shouldn’t be in your room,” you gulp, your heart beating quickly.

“Says who?” Ben shoots back, taking a step towards you. His brown eyes seem to stare you down and god you wish he were wearing sleeves. His toned muscles make turning him away so much harder. Ben grasps your hand gently, trying not to smile when his cheeks heat up. And he leads you into his room, the door shutting behind you.

When his soft hands leave yours, you want to wince at the loss of contact even though you can still feel the ghost of his hand in yours. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” You admit to the silent room, seeing Ben’s shoulders tense up.

“Neither have I,” his admission comes as he faces you, “I know it hasn’t been long but, I’ve missed you more than ever.”

There’s a moment that you both take, to pause, to think, to breathe. It’s almost as though the sacred locked door allows you to do so. You and Ben both look at one another in this moment, seeming to quietly ask the question: Are we going to do this?

You’ve thought about it. About a lot of things. Cutting Ben out of your life to make this fake marriage easier. Being civil friends whenever you have to see him. But what you’ve thought about most is something that you know should bring you shame; having an affair.

So now, in this second, the question feels heavier than it’s ever felt - because now it’s real. Are we going to do this?

Ben’s eyes shift to the door. "Aren’t they wondering where you are?” He inquires, pushing his mind away from Dion who would be sitting there scoffing food down while wearing a ring.

“Probably,” you admit, looking down at your hands as you fumble with them, “Do you think I should head back?”

Ben watches you, unable to help but admire you. You look beautiful, so beautiful, though you feel older. He recognises the shirt you wear and he smiles for a second. “Probably.” He answers you, his face falling when you begin to head for the door. But you stop. “Y/N?” Ben really wonders if you’re okay.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you make the choice. Marching back to Ben, you take his face in your hands and press your lips to his. His hands grip your waist, pulling you close against him. You hear him let out a breath of satisfaction, as your mouths move against one anothers.

When you tear yourself away from Ben, you stare at him, trying to gage how he’s feeling, what he’s thinking. All the while, you’re pulling his cowl from him, discarding it on his bedroom floor. Ben licks his lips, not even noticing how his chest rises and falls quicker every time you touch him.

Ben blinks when you look up at him, almost as if you’re asking him if this is okay. “You’re so beautiful,” his voice comes out weak, raspy, in a whisper. The kiss you both shared was hungry, fast, consuming. And now it feels slow, static almost. He gentle places his hands on your hips, pushing you back towards the bed. You sit down on it, moving further up as Ben stands at the end of the bed, his fingers on his zipper and his eyes on you.

You pull your skirt up and he clenches his jaw, staring at you as you push your undies to the side. Ben hovers over you, breathing loudly, watching you tremble slightly underneath him.

We’re really going to do this.

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jawnjendes · 4 years

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try new things! | 3. confident

Ashton talks you into having a threesome with each band member.

AN: im gonna be deadass here. i published the masterlist on accident and it got notes, as well as the 2 previous chapters. so now here i am again, 3 years after the last chapter was posted. enjoy it fuckos.

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It was much easier getting in the mood next time around. Ashton invited the guys over for video games, pizza, and beer. Calum gave me a friendly wink and looked at me for longer than usual throughout the night. The stolen glances were a little exciting, given that some of the heat was still lingering. Calum's time was up, though. It was only one guy for one night and that was it. However, it did feel like the threesome thing was the elephant in the room, even when we were all distracted by Super Smash Bros. They all knew it was going to happen at one point, I just wished I knew how eager Michael and Luke were, if either of them were thinking about it and getting excited butterflies.

That thought was answered very fast that night.

“What was it like, Calum?” asked Michael at one point when the alcohol was seeping into our systems. Tipsy or sober, I did sort of expect that from him.

“Doing what?”

Michael pointed at me as he slouched in his seat, clearly at ease.

Calum’s eyes went to Ashton’s. It was like before, when he was silently asking for permission to defile me. Ashton, who had his arm firmly around me, quirked an eyebrow before speaking.

"Ask her, not me."

And so brown eyes locked onto mine. I nodded once, trying to be as stone faced as Ashton and failing at it.

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Calum finally replied as he turned back to Michael, grinning like he was in on the biggest secret.

He sighed. “I wanna know!”

“Why don’t you ask her, then?” Luke suggested.

“Yeah, Michael,” I egged on, feeling confident thanks to the liquid courage. “Or better yet, why don’t you come find out for yourself?”

Ashton suddenly placed his free hand on my upper arm, making me look at him. “You sure you wanna do this now?”

I nodded, looking him dead in the eye. I was inebriated to the point where I felt like I could take charge and not care about the repercussions from the guy who was always in charge. I was definitely looking forward to the during and after of it all. How often does a boyfriend of mine have hot friends that I can consensually fuck?

I looked back at Michael, who was now sitting up straight, eyes wide with anticipation. Didn’t have to ask him twice.

“When am I gonna get fucked, though?” Luke whined, breaking the tension in the room.

That little moment where he sighed and slouched distracted me for a moment. I looked at Luke, but he was looking up at the ceiling. Was he just horny or did he actually want me? Did he have an awkward-but-not-really dream about me too?

“We’ll get to you,” Ashton suddenly replied, squeezing my upper arm. “Trust me, she’s not going to let me forget about you.”

If I wasn’t reeled back in by my boyfriend, I would have been blushing redder than a tomato. Instead, Luke did it for me, which was endearing.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “Shall we?”

Michael was quicker than Ashton. He walked over and grabbed my hand, pulling me into the bedroom, my boyfriend quickly following after us. Once the door was shut, they both got their hands on me, Ashton behind me and Michael in front of me.

“Couldn’t be patient, could you?” Ashton growled in my ear, his big hands running up my shirt.

I bit down on my lip at his words. I reached towards Michael’s collar, unbuttoning his flannel while he began feeling under my skirt. He had a smirk on his face as he closed the gap between us, while Ashton kept talking in my ear.

"You were supposed to wait until our guests left, baby," he sternly told me. "But you couldn't keep your legs closed, huh? Michael, you wanna take her to the bed?"

The man in question had his fingers hooked around my panties, but paused his actions upon the command. It was odd in the sense that two out of the three friends seemed to comply with Ashton's needs in a situation like this. Almost like they had done this before. Was Luke going to be the same way?

I didn't think about it much as Michael's gentle hand took mine and walked me over to the king size bed. I was already dazed, I didn’t even take a second glance at the armchair where Calum and I fucked the week before, and I did that a lot since that event.

Also, it made sense why Ashton got us a king size bed not too long ago. If he hasn't had a threesome before dating me, then he's definitely thought about it and wanted to be prepared for it.

"I'll be right back," Ashton said. "Don't have too much fun without me." He stepped out, but then ducked his head back in the room. "And don't kiss each other."

As soon as the door closed, the tension heightened. It seems as though I was the only one to feel it. Michael was sat on the bed and pulling me towards him, hands around my wrists and then the backs of my thighs as I got closer.

"You nervous?" he asked me like he wasn't groping my ass.

"No," I replied a little too quietly. I really wasn't. Most of the nerves were let out the first time I had sex with a different man while my boyfriend watched.

Michael seemed to like my docile tone, smiling and leaning in. For a hot second, I thought he was about to do what Ashton said not to, but his nose just ran along my jawline instead. Then, he scooted back on the bed, beckoning me to follow. I practically crawled over him as he moved back, and then I was properly straddling him.

"Think you can handle being on top?" he teased.

"Think you can handle me?" I replied, gently pushing his chest so he was laying back.

My little burst of confidence quickly dissipated as the door opened. I jumped, somehow forgetting that there was someone else who was supposed to be here. I looked back and saw Ashton entering the room again, and I smiled timidly.

Michael chuckled at my reaction, his hands moving up my thighs. He took my dress with him, lifting it up. Ashton crawled onto the bed behind me, reaching over to take my dress off the rest of the way.

I was left half naked while the two men with me were still fully clothed. It left my core leaky and hot for more. Just the fact that I was sitting on Michael's crotch, eager to make him hard was adding to it.

"I had to make our guests leave early," Ashton told me as his hands went on my shoulders. "All because your naughty pussy couldn't wait another day."

His breath touched my neck, making a chill go down my spine. I looked to the side, knowing Michael was looking up at me with a smug grin. Just a minute ago, I was so confident and ready to ride him into oblivion. Now I was being put into my place because I was horny via tequila.

"You wanna do the honors, Michael?" Ashton said as he grabbed the back end of my panties and pulled them down.

Then, he was pushing me forward, so I was lying on top of Michael completely. Still, I had the least amount of power here. My bare ass was out, and Michael didn't even hesitate to slap the cheek.

I didn't know what to do but hide my face in his neck. It was only going to get more deliciously painful from here.

Ashton and Michael took turns spanking me. With each one I was digging my nails deeper into Michael's shoulders, almost tearing at his shirt. I groaned and bit into the crook of his neck, which made his hips buck up into mine. He did it once, and then I was lurching forward every time a spank landed, keeping the friction going. I could feel his erection growing the longer we kept at it, and all I wanted to do was ride him until my legs gave out.

"Have you had enough?" Ashton asked when I was whimpering. His hands were groping the curve of my ass, almost like he was soothing the sting.

"Mhm," I mumbled from the crook of Michael's neck.

"Don't think he heard you," Michael cooed, gently nudging me to sit up.

So I did. I pushed myself up on my arms, only to be pulled back further by my ponytail. Then, Ashton's hot breath was on my neck.

"I asked you a question," he growled while his free hand went for the clasp on my bra. "And I expect you to use your words."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled, humiliated but so turned on at the same time.

"Yeah, I bet you are." His large hand moved to my stomach, trailing up to grab a breast. "You gonna give my friend here what he came here for?"

"Yes," I replied. "Yes, I want to."

"Good girl. You know what to do."

My ponytail was released so I could look down and undo Michael's jeans. I could feel his eyes on me as I felt his hard cock rubbing between my legs. It was just as thrilling as last time, being watched as I fucked another man.

Ashton helped move my panties to the side as I sat up on my knees. Michael's breathing quickened as he met my core, and we both sighed when I sank down on him. We sat like that for a moment, while Ashton got his mouth on my neck. It was the push I needed to start moving slowly.

But I couldn't do it sitting up straight, as much as I wish I had that talent. I shrugged Ashton away to lean forward, planting my hands down on either side of Michael's body, and I went to town.

"Fuck," Michael breathed out, then he picked his head up to plant his face in my chest. He got his mouth around a nipple, and it set my entire body on fire.

How I wanted to look back and watch Ashton's face. Was he upset that I pushed him away? Was he turned on by my little bursts of boldness? Surely, he had to be getting off on what was happening in front of him.

"Mm," I groaned, as I found the right spot. I went slow at first, enjoying the sensation.

The feeling was fleeting, as always, because someone always had to be in control. Suddenly, I was flying backwards, losing my rhythm as a hand went around my neck.

Yeah, Ashton didn't like being challenged.

"You dirty fucking girl," he growled in my ear. "Did I say you could move? Did I say you could fuck my friend the way you wanted?"

"I'm sorry," I choked out, my hand frantically going for his wrist.

Ashton quickly deflected the movement. "Nope. Michael, grab her hands."

Then, my hands were being held down on Michael's abdomen. His grip was just as tight as Ashton's. I couldn't move at all. I might as well have been tied up.

"Think you can fuck her like this?"

"Fuck yeah."

I whined as I was filled up again, it wasn't as slow or as mind blowing as when I was in control. I couldn't look around to see Michael's face, nor Ashton's. Still, it was hot as fuck, being held down and used, and I wanted more of it. I gave an experimental tug at Michael's grip, just to see.

"Mm, no you don't," he chastised, tugging back twice as hard.

"How cute, you think you can break free," Ashton mumbled in my ear. His free hand reached down to pinch my ass cheek, followed by a harsh spank. "Not here, babygirl. You need to earn it."

I whimpered once again. I didn't even try to wiggle my hips, the only thing I was able to move. Ashton still had his hand on my ass, which meant he was very close to physically restraining me even more. I moaned quietly, while Ashton and Michael were filling up the room with their noises. Ashton wasn't even fucking me, he just got off on restraining me while one of his friends did the fucking.

But I knew, once this part was over, Ashton was going to be insatiable. Just like last time.

"Okay, let her go," he ordered after a while. Then, he took my waist. "Here babygirl, face me."

I was pulsating between my legs as I removed myself. My heart pounded when my eyes met Ashton's once again. He watched me as I grabbed Michael by the base and sank down on him again.

"Michael, hold onto her," my boyfriend said darkly. "And let her fucking have it."

There was no time to breathe, as his cock pounded into me. I let out a loud moan and squeezed my eyes shut, bracing myself on the mattress, until Ashton took my hands and placed them on his shoulders.

My eyes opened, and I saw the look on his face change. I could barely process it before he was leaning in to kiss me. It was tender, a complete turn from the harsh front he usually put on in the bedroom. The sudden softness almost made me forget that there was a third person in the room.

"Baby," Ashton mumbled, cupping my face.

His thumb rubbed my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth and gently suckled on the tip. Then, Michael thrusted in a particularly intense way, and I groaned against the digit, almost biting into it.

And just like that, the soft moment was over. Ashton's hand was around my neck again, and Michael was growling as he got closer to his end. He grabbed my ass, nails digging into the flesh while Ashton brought his lips down to my nipples, only driving me more wild. I keened and moaned, my thighs shaking the more I tried to clench them together. My toes curled, feeling the coil in my body tighten every second.

"Fuck, oh fuck," Michael growled. "I'm gonna come…"

"Okay, okay, stop moving," Ashton told him.

Michael stilled and pulled out, his breath heavy and shaky. I felt the same way, except I was not as close to orgasm as he was.

Next thing I knew, I was deepthroating his cock, with Ashton holding the back of my head to make sure I didn't move. I choked around the girth so much that my eyes teared up, I wasn't sure I'd be able to see it through.

But Michael certainly did.

"Oh, oh fuck!" he cried out, his hips moving erratically. He let out long, guttural moans while he spilled down my throat. "Aahh, fuck yeah. Fucking take it all."

I moaned around his cock, trying to lap up what I could. However, once I was let go, I was drooling his cum, and Ashton saw it.

He just scooped up whatever he could with his finger and got back into my mouth. "We'll try that again in a minute."

At first, I thought he meant that I was going to have another go with Michael. Then, I realized my ass was pressed up against Ashton's crotch. He was still rock hard, and only the first half of the night was done.

#5sos smut #ashton irwin smut #mashton smut #michael clifford smut #michael clifford imagine #ashton irwin imagine #try new things fic #and 3 years later.... she has been updated #donut worry tho both reader(?) and ash get their nut dw dw

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allthingsobeyme · 4 years

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Little Mermaid AU pt.4

(( @eddieveneziano is co writer

MC chuckled as they finished tending to Lucifer. They tilted their head and smiled kindly as Lucifer and the other brothers making their hearts collectively jump.

"I shall have the maids prepare some proper clothes for you all for now you all need to bathe in the meantime, Simeon will take to the baths"

The brothers all nodded and MC soon stpped out of the room.

Mammon was still blushing, all them were actually and Lucifer smiled softly.

'I suppose we'll need to work around being unable to speak but, its time'

All seven jumoed whent he door opened to reveal a young man.

"Ah! You must be Prince/Princess MC's guests, come this way I shall show you to the baths!'

What was a bath?

---

Oh so that's a bath

MC came into the royal bath house, huffing and puffing. "What is it Simeon? Did something happen to the boys?", MC asked with their hand on their chest.

Simeon shrugged. "More or less. These gentlemen won't go near the water no matter how much I tell them it's safe. I won't blmae them thou. You do found them er, naked by the beach yes?"

At the far corner of the room, MC could see the boys hundle together with the one with the black hair(Lucifer) standing infront as if protecting them.

MC bit their lips before walking over to the black haired. They smiled gently and then carefully held Lucifer's hand, unknown to the fact that the former mermaid's heart was ready to birst out.

"Come now..."

He carefully guided them to the bath as Lucifer's eyes widened.

"This bath is safe, nothing is going to hurt you here"

Lucifer purswd his lips and pokes at the water. True to MC's words it was intact safe. Even if there was lots of foam like bubbles.

Being a former mermaid made the prospect of swimming irresistible.

All the brothers dove right in.

"Oh my..."MC giggled.

---

After that one eventful bath time, it's time to eat.

The boys were astonished with the variety of human food. How colourful! Oh it smells so good! Oh it's so...so...

So human!

Beelzebub was the first to dive in. Literally, I mean. He smacks his face in a bowl of mashed potato. Belphegor took one of the hot soup and drank it straight from the bowl. Then his face turned red.

Mammon gasped and took one of the fork. He remember seeing it on MC's ship and he used it to brush his hair, thinking that it's a hairbrush that the humans used. But he hides it away when he notice that Simeon and MC is looking at him so weirdly.

Lucifer looks on, seeing his brothers happily eating the food offered by MC. Back in their sea kingdom, receiving food from the other species meant one thing.

'This human is courting us...' he mused before he too, dive in to eat.

"I take it you all have nowhere to go?"

Satan lookef uo, face messy from food as he nodded, Lucifer looked up as well as MC hummed and set down their fork.

Simeon then suggested an idea, he had observed they could make good servants.

"Hmm...My lord/lady, we could have them live here and work for you?" Simeon turned his head to MC, MC put a finger on their lips...

"I suppose, if you want to work here I mean?"

MC stared at the brothers whom all stopped eating the meal and looked at each other as if speaking telepathically.

Lucifer stared at MC and nodded vigrously. 'Of course we'd gladly stay by you' he mentally exclaimed.

They'd be closer to there human!

---

"I take it that all of you can't speak?", Simeon asked with an amused face. Lucifer can feel his eyes twitching with irritation. Simeon chuckled and handed them their servant clothes

"My Greatness will send in the royal tailor to measured up your size. For now, this will do. I'm Simeon, if you got anything to ask you can come look for me"

Leviathan is ready to throw hands at the moment but he was held down by Beelzebub.

'Let me at em I had enough of this stinky human!', Levi internally yelled. Satan shakes his head. 'Can you for once stop trying to pick fights? You're no longer a beta fish remember?', Satan raised his brow while his eyes looking downloads at Leviathan's skinny legs. 'Let me at em' !!!!', he yelled internally again.

The brothers sighed. Wait...

'Where's Mammon?!'

'Heheheh! All of these shinies'

This fucker managed to sneak into the royal treasurey, Mammon's eyes shined as he dug into the gold piles of gems and metals.

'So much human shiny things! I love it'

Mammon laughed internally but stopped when a voice spoke, MC's.

"What are you doing here?"

MC was stanfing by the doorway as Mammon scrambled and stood up. He blushed in embarassment but MC just smiled kindly.

"I'm not mad, but I am curious...Did something catch your eye"

He walked over to the small pile Mammon made.

"Servants are not allowed here you know"

Mammon blushed in embarrassment and also looked ashamed, he blew it for him and his brothers...

"But I can give you something..."

He stared at them in shack and he stared at what was in their hands. A silver choker with a yellow gem at the center.

"You can't enter here again...But you can have this...Consider it my welcoming gift to the castle"

Mammon blushed as MC's hands glided on his neck and put the choker on.

"Now go on...Go to your brothers, they are at their room"

Mammon nodded and ran out. He smiled a big stupid smile.

'Brothers! Look what MC gave me!'

In the sea kingdom giving somethibg like a necklace was considered another form of courting.

---

The boys internally gasped. Except for Belphie who is sleeping and Beel who is....

'BEEL! You're not supposed to eat that!', Asmo shrieked internally. He quickly pulled Beel away from....Whatever he is eating.

Beel still munching on the blanket, 'Sorry I'm so hungry. I guess even as a human I'm still hungry....', he mumbled.

Lucifer sighed and facepalms. Guess being a human is not as easy as he thought. Not only the human has courted them first, it seems that his idiotic of a brother has gotten a gift.

A gift! He needs to act quickly, it is not fair for the human to court them and yet they haven't return the favour.

Back in their kingdom, their merfolks danced and sing songs to attract the potential mate or courting.

They all can't sing obviously. With that in mind, Lucifer absentmindly rub his neck. Hmm...

And they can't dance either. Lucifer can still feel the pain of sharp knifes in every step he take.

'Brothers, it's about time we court the human'

'Huh but how? Also it's not fair Mammon has gotten a gift! I want one too...', Asmo pouted. Mammon soundlessly chuckled.

'That means MC likes me! Oh I can't wait to have eggs with them!'

Satan stroke his underchin.

'Do humans lay eggs too?'

The boys shrugged.

Brainstorming was hard pressed until Satan finally suggested something.

'Simeon said somehing about us learning about MC's interests as he introduces us to their routine, maybe we can find out what they like doing that

Lucifer hummed but Belphie cut the silence.

'Can we brainstorm more tomorrow? Its getting late and I feel tired...We should all sleep too'

Lucifer sighed as Asmo nodded.

'Belphie is right we should get some beauty sleep so we can look pretty for MC!'

Lucifer and the rest nodded as Satan switched of the lamp and dmiled to himself at the cute little light source.

For now they rested.

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The next day....

"Be honest with me....Have you lot never done any housework?", Luke one of the servants tsk'ed while looking at the mess infront of him.

In front of him is a royal disaster. Lucifer seems to be struggling with balancing the dishes that they ended up broken on the floor around him. Lucifer covers his face with his hands in embarrassment.

Mammon somehow don't know how clothes and gravity works so now he's all tangled up in the blankets he was supposed to fold.

Beelzebub was assigned to cooking with the head chef but he ended up eating almost ALL of the ingredients. The head chef had to hold him back when he started chewing on the table.

Leviathan was assigned to do gardening. But...um....(pushed the mic away) "Dude who even eats worms????" "Just read the script? Okay fine.."

Satan and Asmo was assigned to window cleaning, but because they are still adjusting to their legs, they ended up in a wet mess with the soapy water all over the velvet carpet and the buckets on their heads.

Belphegor? Well....

"Thank you umm....What should I called you?", MC asked shyly as Belphie serves them tea. It seems that Belphie is fairing pretty well. He smirked which makes MC blushed even harder.

"C-Come to think of it I don't know your names or your friends? Brothers?", MC asked.

Belphie shakes and nods. "Oh brothers ? My you all are so unique and different!", MC laughed heartly.

Belphie can feel his heart swoon.

Simeon just gave his ever patient smile but inside he felt that perhaps them dorwing did more damage then he and the healers initially thought. That or these 7 came from a place where they did not need to perform such tasks.

"Perhaps we should teach them basically skills first hmm Luke"

"Huh...Basic?! We need to teach them everything by the book!"

The 6 brothers all just stood there in embarrassment and hoped the land would consume them.

"Fear not, me and Luke can teach you all, but the young royal...He wants to take you out to see the town and familiaize yourself of this place"

All the brthers looked at eachothwr.

"But when you get back I will teach you all the ropes of being MC's butlers"

#obey me #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me satan #little mermaid #au

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spell-cleaver · 5 years

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#71 and #52 with Luke and Vader, please? Or with just #71. If you have the time. Also I really love your fanfics! 😄 You are the best and one of my inspirations for writing. And all of your stories have either moved me to tears or brought me many smiles! Thank you for your stories! 😁

Ahhh thank you so much!! This made me smile like crazy :D

I ended up setting this as a tie-in to/in the same universe as Sparks, only a few years before, so if you haven’t read that, all you need to know is that Vader’s raised Luke since he was a tiny baby in this, but that Luke’s not dark. It references the fact that Luke knows his father hates tookas, and I decided to write why :)

Why Vader Dislikes Tookas

Vader was a force of nature—of the Empire. He worked like the machine his treacherous masters had made him a part of; he excelled in everything; and he was indifferent to hunger or sympathy or any other such human weaknesses that could hinder one's work.

Well. All but one of them.

He disliked working on Coruscant as a principle. It was, as his son often complained, too loud. It held too many memories, few of them good. Most of all, it held his master.

But right now it also held his son, so he did not want to leave this world of ghosts behind just yet.

Said boy was currently working just as hard as Vader was supposed to be, in the next room over. Their penthouse wasn't small, but Luke's bedroom and the small adjoining study backed onto Vader's... quarters... and his study, so if one ignored the petty realities of walls and doors, they were less than two metres apart.

It was distracting.

Luke was young, his mental shields new, and it was such that Vader sensed every flicker of irritation, minor triumph, even outright guilt, presumably over how poorly he thought he'd been working, as he pored over his summer work. He could almost imagine his frown, the adorable way his eyebrows furrowed just like hers had, him absentmindedly chewing the end of his pencil...

Luke had just completed his first year at the Academy. He wasn't unused to their exacting expectations for students' quality and work ethic—Vader was no lenient teacher himself—but he was still irritated by them. And an irritated twelve year old could be...

Well. Distracting.

Vader shook his head and returned his attention to his datapads. While it was highly inconvenient that the rare time he got to spend on Coruscant with his son also on the planet was spend filling out menial datapads any aide could handle, it was important to get this done, and details of Palpatine's precious Project Stardust were too classified for him to delegate.

Two more datapads to go, then perhaps he'd go to free Luke from the boy's self-imposed obligation to study; take him flying, as he hadn't for so long...

He glanced up from his datapad and started so badly he dropped it.

Luke grinned at him, a little shyly. How the boy had managed to slip from whatever sheet calculations he'd been doing next door to loop right out of his quarters and enter Vader's study unnoticed was beyond him. Perhaps the boy was subtler than he'd thought; he might make a good thief, if Vader was to teach his son to carry out his dirty work like some common lackey.

Vader, unseen behind the mask, raised patches of skin that no longer bore eyebrows. It twisted his scars painfully but Luke seemed to get the message.

"I..." He opened his mouth, then closed it.

Vader's brow-less skin inched higher. "What is it, Luke?"

Luke fidgeted, raking his hand through his hair—still cut short for the Academy—and that shy grin returned.

Vader suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.

"I— I just wanted to ask you—"

He finally squared his shoulders and said, "I want a pet."

Vader didn't blink.

"The headmaster said he'd be changing the rules next year to allow students to bring one pet to the Academy with them. Can I—"

"No." Vader returned to his work.

"But Dad!"

"Father."

"Right. Sorry, sir." Luke said the title without even thinking about it. It was a moment before Luke remembered Vader was not one of his instructors, and Vader remembered Luke was not one of his underlings.

They both laughed a little; it broke the tension.

"Father," Luke corrected himself, smiling again. "Please! I— It gets really lonely there sometimes, and really lonely here when you're away, and—"

"You have not made any friends?" Vader interrupted, ignoring his shortening of breath at the thought of Luke being lonely without him. His respirator must be acting up.

"I have," Luke said. "I told you about them."

"Remind me."

He gave him a look. Vader had found that no one could look quite as effectively as twelve-year-olds—or perhaps that was just Luke. "Biggs is the guy a few years older than me who got put into my year because the education isn't great on Tatooine, Hobbie is..."

Vader stopped listening, too busy trying desperately not to react to the mention of that disgusting dustball. He'd have to explain his less-than-kind past on that stars-forsaken planet one day, but he'd prefer to do it when Luke was less... astute.

"...and then there's Leia—"

Wait. "Leia Organa?"

Luke looked surprised—and far too innocent for either his own good, or Vader's. "Yeah?"

"You should not be befriending her. She is a political hostage for her father. She is there to learn Imperial ways and to encourage her to be a less vexing leader of Alderaan than her father is."

"Yeah? So wouldn't me showing her that not all Imperials are as mean as the ones who keep shunning her only help that?"

Vader... couldn't argue with that. He didn't try to; he looked down at his son and saw only Padmé.

"I still don't want you talking to her."

"Father." Luke pouted. "See, this is why I only have a couple of friends. And feel lonely. You say I'm not allowed to have any more! A pet—"

"Is yet another line on the list of things you are not allowed, Luke, do not try to make me feel sorry for you in order to win the argument."

Luke hissed out a sigh.

"Would it help if I cried?" he asked.

"It would make it worse."

"Blast." Luke's forehead wrinkled momentarily, then he widened his eyes, jutted his chin up, and pleaded, "Please, Father. Empire Day is coming up. As an early birthday present!"

That weak argument did little to sway him.

But Vader did share one emotional vulnerability with the rest of mankind, and it was exactly that vulnerability that Luke's puppy-like expression was designed to appeal to.

Vader stared him down, jaw twitching.

Then he let out a sigh the vocoder declared as a burst of static.

"There is an urgency to this," he observed acutely. Luke—who had been grinning at his father's apparent capitulation—blew his eyes wide. "There is a reason you want to adopt a pet now, and a reason you are being so insistent even when you know that by testing my patience is unlikely to endear me to your cause."

Luke shook his head fervently. He said nothing, but his lie coloured the Force anyway.

"Luke?"

"It's nothing! I swear, it's nothing!"

"Luke."

He floundered. "I..."

Vader closed his eyes. "Please. Tell me that there is not an animal in this home."

"Technically humans are animals—"

"Luke."

Luke swallowed.

Then he tilted his head towards his bedroom. "Come with me?"

Vader had a very bad feeling about this.

But he got up, consciously turning off his datapad and laying it down on the desk. Pushing his chair back and standing.

He saw Luke swallow a little bit when he straightened up—Vader knew he was very tall and intimidating, while Luke... was not—but he just tilted his head. "Shall we go, then?"

Luke nodded. He mumbled something that might have been yessir under his breath but it was gone too quickly to tell.

Upon entrance, Luke's bedroom did not inspire confidence.

"Did you learn such untidiness at the Academy?" Vader drawled.

The room, large as it was, was a tip. Clothes strewn everywhere, cupboards and wardrobes hanging open, crumbs spilled across the floor.

A plate of biscuits sat in the corner. It looked like it had been sitting there for a few days.

"Promise you won't get mad?"

That did not inspire confidence either.

Vader's only response was to fold his arms.

Luke grimaced and got the hint.

He tiptoed over a floor booby-trapped with clothing and blankets everywhere one looked. His foot caught on one; he tripped, head pitching towards the corner of the bedstead—

Vader caught him with the Force, irritated, and dumped him on the floor. "Trips to the medbay will not get you out of explaining yourself, son."

Luke grimaced and shoved himself to his feet. He ruthlessly dusted himself off, scowling at the plate of biscuits Vader had shoved him onto.

"Ew."

"Luke?"

He grumbled.

But he took two more steps, to the wardrobe propped half-open. He bent down to pick up one of the biscuits still scattered across the floor and held it out in front of him like a peace offering as he opened the door again. Like...

A flash of grey leapt out at Luke. Two seconds later, the blur was gone. So was the biscuit.

Luke was nursing a shallow cut in his forearm that wept blood.

Vader peered around the open door to the gloom of the wardrobe. An angry, yellow-eyed blob lay curled around four other little blobs, using what appeared to be a pile of Luke's Academy uniforms as some kind of nest.

A tooka cat, he observed, entirely without amusement, and her... offspring.

"Luke?" His voice had an edge to it.

Luke threw his hands up; the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding now. "She was already there when I got back from the Academy! She must've crept in somehow and set up a home while we were all away!"

"And why didn't you tell me? There's a herd of them!"

"A family! She's got babies! I didn't want you to kick her out to be wild again!"

"She was wild?" Vader whirled on him. "Those scratches could be infected, you need to get them looked at—"

"Can't we keep her?" Luke begged, doggedly ignoring Vader's rapid change of topic, "please?"

He pulled out the pleading puppy eyes again.

Vader had already established that he was not immune to the puppy eyes.

"No," he said, with some effort. "And you are going to go to the medbay to get those looked at."

"But Father..."

Luke looked so disappointed that, really Vader didn't have a choice but to add: "I will find a suitable shelter to give them to, son. They'll be much happier with people who have the time to look after all of them."

Vader, to be fair, had no idea that the shelter would shut down in five years and become a favourite meeting spot for a notorious burglar. He didn't know that these very kittens would grow into cats that adored that burglar.

Luke's grin was worth his promise. "Thank you, Father."

"But we are not getting pets." Vader wagged a finger in his face; Luke wrinkled his nose. "Ever. And especially not tooka cats."

Luke pressed his lips together, but they twitched upwards in a smile. He nodded his head.

"Yes, sir," he said.

Send me a prompt and I’ll write you something.

#luke skywalker #darth vader #for darkness shows the stars #my writing #random words on a page #flash fiction #flash fiction: star wars #star wars prompts #lovely things which lovely people say to me

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too-old-for-fangirling-but-idc · 5 years

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My little Squeaky Toy Pt.4 (Tom Hiddleston x Reader)

Summary: Tom and you continue to text each other. And after a few weeks Tom comes up with a surprise and the dinner you still owe him.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Warnings: fluff, a tiny little bit of romance, mild swearing (not actually, there is like one swearword in the story), blushing, clumsiness, shy reader, slight angst, Tom Hiddleston is a ridiculous gentleman and sweetheart, sassy!Tom

Notes: (Y/C) = Your city (Y/F) = your friend’s name It took me longer than expected to edit it, I’m sorry for that. I just hope you’ll enjoy it anyways.

Word Count: 2361

Requested by: @eye106

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

A few weeks had passed since the meeting in the art gallery, and you had managed to write almost every day. You were surprised about how much the two of you talked when he found the time to call you. He used to ask you a lot of questions and you wondered if it wasn’t getting boring for him to hear your normal life stories. But he showed genuine interest and listened to your stuttering or the difficulties you had with your job. It was as if he wanted to know as much as possible about you and that somehow made you feel special in a way you had never felt before. The simplicity that lay between you and Tom when you talked or messaged each other managed to calm you down, even if it was just a little bit. It was astonishing, what Tom had already done to you.

After a good amount of phone calls, which had lasted at least three hours each, you had started to draw at the same time, because you somehow needed to keep your hands busy and some inspiration had struck you.

You were in the middle of painting again – your fingers full of black and grey colour – when your phone rang once again. It was placed right in front of you on the table of your living room, so you would never miss one of his messages or calls.

On the other hand, he seemed to arrange his phone calls always at times at which you were definitely at home and available. Could be coincidence, but you didn’t think so. He had been too obviously asking about your time schedule, your spare time and your weekends. Consequently, he knew exactly when you had time to talk and when not. That man was a miracle. He seemed to remember nearly everything that you had already told him. Sometimes catching you completely off guard with questions about topics you didn’t even recall talking about.

“Hello?” Trying to not sound too excited about his call didn’t quite work, but it had been worth a try.

“Did I interrupt something?” Came his answer almost instantly. His smooth, deep voice sounded a bit worried. “I would be terribly sorry if I did.”

Bastard, you thought, always with his friendliness and good manners, worrying and caring about everyone but himself.

“No. I’ve been painting until now, and needed to clean my hands, that’s why it took me a moment to answer.” Unable to suppress the smile that formed on your lips, you brushed a few strands of hair out of your face. Of course, you hadn’t actually cleaned your hands, but he didn’t have to know that you had nearly spent two minutes thinking about him before picking up the phone.

“Sorry. Shall I call again later?”

“NO!” Realizing that you had just screamed at him, you were quick to correct yourself. “I mean no, it’s fine. You couldn’t have known what I’m doing right now. Thank you for calling.” You rambled a bit but didn’t care about it. Tom had already witnessed so much since you two had met. Your blushing, the squeaky toy, cursing and following squeaking, your endless stuttering. He was a very patient and kind man. Everyone you had met before had – at one point – turned their back on you. Besides your friends, obviously. But you preferred to keep your circle of friends relatively small.

You heard him chuckle and immediately longed to see his face.

“It’s good to hear that I’m not the only one enjoying our little phone sessions.”

You felt yourself blush. Tom hadn’t said something like that before, you had simply assumed that he had to like it because he had been the one to always call you.

“How has your day been so far, darling?”

Darling, you knew he called literally everyone darling, but somehow you liked the way he pronounced it when he was talking to you.

“Good, thank you. Work was a bit stressful as always, but everything has been just fine until you called.”

“How am I supposed to understand this?” He mocked gently, obviously not in the intent to annoy or embarrass you. Just childish, but sort of adorable, joking around.

“That depends on your interpretation of it.” You teased, but seconds later you were already worrying about what you had just said.

“Huh, cheeky today.” You didn’t miss the amused tone in his voice. So he wasn’t angry or upset, good to know.

“No, that’s not-! I just….!” You felt your face flushing and internally thanked god that you were just talking and not seeing each other. The sweet and deep chuckle on the other side of the line startled you out of your slight daze.

“Don’t worry, calm down, darling.” The low tone sent a shiver down your spine. “It’s adorable.”

“Yeah, sure it is.” That you sounded that devastated hadn’t been the plan, but well, now you would have to go with it.

“No need to be so self-contemptuous.” It sounded as if he wanted to say something else but he kept quiet, giving you the chance to speak again.

“So how has your day been? We have just talked about my day so far.” Somehow that sentence just made you feel even more selfish than before.

“Well, you didn’t tell me anything specific, to be honest. So, I wouldn’t count that as <just talked about you>.”

You would have punched him if there hadn’t been a distance of more than just a few miles between you and if he hadn’t sounded that cute while talking.

“I told you that I’m painting.” You bit your lip, not wanting to tell him what exactly you had talked about with (Y/F) during your lunch break. There was absolutely no need to talk with him about something so embarrassing. And wouldn’t he feel awkward, too?

“Tell me about your day, please?” It was not meant to be a distraction, you were truly interested in his days. Perhaps one of the reasons was that in his life just basically happened more than in your plain and boring one. And of course, you cared. The first time you had talked on the phone, you had forgotten to ask him how he was and had felt tremendously guilty afterwards. And worried, too.

“Luke and I started planning the coming weeks, I read through a few scripts. Nothing astonishingly new.” You could swear you heard him sigh in…exhaustion? You had never heard such a strained exhale coming from him.

“What’s wrong? You seem a bit off?”

“Nothing is wrong. Thank you, darling, for worrying.” He was smiling, you could hear that. It eased a bit of the sudden concern that you had been overcome with.

“Uhm… but if you really want to know…” He laughed his sweet and unique laugh with a slight hint of bashfulness in his tone. “There is something I want to ask you.”

Something he wanted to ask you, your brain repeated. That could be basically everything. Something bad as well as something good. Perhaps he had rethought his decision to have given you his number. Or worse, he didn’t want to talk to you anymore.

“I’m around (Y/C) at the moment and thought we could catch up on our dinner. That is, only if you want to, of course.”

You nearly messed up your painting, completely shocked and startled, not even able to answer him.

“Darling? Are you okay?” Did he really ask you that? After he had just told you that he was probably in your city, as if it was nothing?

“Why didn’t you tell me that you’re already here?” The sound of your voice was close to that of your squeaky toy and instantly you felt yourself flush all over.

“I’m…” He seemed to be speechless for a brief instant. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was supposed to be a surprise. I should have told you. I’m so sorry.”

The moment he said that, you felt a pang of guilt in your chest. “No I didn’t mean to – I was just surprised to hear that you’re here.” You hurried to say , the painting in front of you forgotten for a moment. Before you picked up your phone to press it against your ear, you wiped the paint off, using your pants for that. Maybe that hadn’t been a wise choice, but there hadn’t been anything else in reach at that moment. Now there were black and purple stripes all over your thighs.

“It’s been quite spontaneous. I didn’t want to get you involved if they hadn’t wanted to shoot the scenes here.”

How sweet of him, you thought abashed.

“What are you shooting for?”

There was a short, but amused, laugh on the other side of the line. “I can’t possibly tell you that.”

As you sighed disappointed, Tom chuckled softly.

“What about our dinner now, darling? You didn’t answer my question. We could finally see each other again, plus I could make up for having kept you waiting for so long.”

For the umpteenth time that evening, you could feel the heat rush into your cheeks and spread all the way to your ears.

“So, what do you say?” His tender voice startled you out of the sort of trance you had been in for a few seconds.

“We could go out tomorrow. Of course, that’s really at short notice, I know. It’s completely okay, therefore, when you don’t want to see me tomorrow.” He rambled a bit, but that couldn’t possibly annoy you when he was just being adorable. He could ramble on for hours and you would still hang on his lips, hungry for every word that left them. Everything on and about that man was so breathtakingly beautiful.

“I’m terribly sorry. Did I upset you?”

“No, you didn’t. You just… caught me off guard.” Being honest about your feelings seemed so much easier when you were talking to Tom. “And yes, of course. I’d love…” You had to pause to gather yourself. “I’d love to go out with you tomorrow.”

“You’re lovely. Thank you.”

The following short moment of silence, you used to put the phone down and recollect yourself enough to start painting again.

“I saw an Italian restaurant yesterday. What do you think?”

“Oh my god I love pasta!” Your joyous cheer was rewarded with his typical and oh so sweet laughter.

“I guess that was a yes then?”

“Yes, it is! When are you done shooting tomorrow?”

“At five. I would suggest you give me your address and I pick you up at seven?” There was definitely a hint of mischief in his voice that hadn’t been there before.

“Yes, that’s a good time.” You gave him your address, waited patiently for him to scribble it down and told him to use google maps or another navigation system, because there was literally no reasonable street system in (Y/C). Tom and you talked for the rest of the evening, covering a lot of serious and a lot of absolutely silly topics, but you laughed a lot, enjoying the deep rumble of his voice when he joined in.

The next day went by too quickly. You had had barely time to think about the coming evening until you stood in front of your apartment, unlocking the door and dropping your bag and jacket to the floor to rush straight into the bathroom. The shower came first, then the make-up – you went for eyeliner and mascara, that should be enough – and after you had finished all of that plus your hair, you stood in front of your closet and were faced with the next problem. What should you wear? What were you supposed to wear on your first date? You rummaged through your wardrobe, pulled out three dresses and tried them on. Of course, you could easily go with trousers and a nice blouse, but you felt more drawn to wearing a dress.

In the end, you chose the dark blue one with long sleeves and a wide skirt that just reached your knees. It didn’t look fancy, but it wasn’t boring at all. In fact, It was quite elegant and playful at once. That was, why you liked it that much.

You quickly dressed up and hurried into your living room. Half an hour and Tom would arrive to pick you up. Only 30 minutes until you would finally see him again.

The painting you had finished the previous day, during Tom’s and your nearly four hours long telephone call, lay on the table where you had left it. You knew exactly what you were going to do with it. Especially, after you had realized that the human face, that you had wanted to draw, had turned out to be that of Tom. A face painted with rough strokes, your fingers and only three colours: black, grey and purple. You had varied the shades of each colour, but all in all it was pretty colourless.

Carefully, you placed the painting in an envelope, so it couldn’t (hopefully) be damaged, and put it into your small handbag, not wanting to give it to Tom immediately. After all, you had worked for a few weeks on that.

You sat down and thumbed through a magazine, while you were still waiting. Too nervous to focus on anything, let alone read an article or do something effectively.

When the doorbell rang, you took a deep breath, flattened the skirt of your dress and stood up. But before you went to open the door, you hastily stuffed your little squeaky toy into your handbag. Now you were ready.

Perhaps you opened way too fast, or maybe you were just clumsy, but you found yourself in Tom’s arms, after you had stumbled and tripped over your own feet. His warm, strong arms were tightly wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest.

God, he smelled so good.

“Actually, I wanted to compliment you because you’re looking absolutely ravishing, but that’s okay too.”

You blushed and hid your face on his chest.

Oh no. What had you just done?

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georgecostanzaatemysoup · 5 years

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I figured I could combine these two since they’re both asking for Mother’s Day fics. I’m not sure if Wildemount has a Mother’s Day (or if they do what it’s called), but let’s pretend they do shall we? Thank you so much for these two prompts and I am sorry for the wait.

Happy belated Mother’s Day!!

Beau had been rebellious even at a young age. Her mother tried to raise her the exact way she’d been raised; fancy parties and manners and proper attire and all that other bullshit that Beau had steadfastly refused to adopt into her personality.

As a kid, Beau used to spend her days outside wrestling with the neighborhood kids and finding random animals to hide under her bed. Her mother would throw fits when she’d track mud through the house, but Beau kept doing it; mostly because she knew it drove her mother crazy.

And then she got older, and started hanging around delinquents and criminals, and her mother all but gave up on trying to understand her daughter. The day her parents shipped her off to The Cobalt Soul was probably the best day of her mother’s life.

But Beau isn’t bitter about that or anything.

When she met The Mighty Nein she never thought she’d gain a new mom, but there she was, mixing pancake batter for a former halfling woman now goblin girl. Yeza had nervously mentioned (after Beau had accidentally cornered him) that he and Luke used to make Nott pancakes for Mother’s Day. She wasn’t much of a cook, but she could make pancakes.

Probably.

“What are you doing, Beau?” Jester asked skipping into the kitchen, Nugget right on her heels.

“Making pancakes,” Beau replied squinting at the recipe in one of Cad’s cookbooks. “I think,” she added poking at the batter. Was it supposed to look this watery?

“Why?” Jester hopped up onto the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. Nugget plopped down onto the floor next to Beau, resting his head against her foot, and proceeded to drool all over her boot.

Jester peeked into the bowl, dipping her finger into the batter and taking a big glob, and put it in her mouth. She shuddered and made a face. “I’m sure you’re trying really hard.”

“What do you mean?” Beau dipped her own finger into the batter, tasted it, and pushed the bowl away. “Okay, you know what, fuck this!”

“No, no, no. Let me help.” Jester hopped off the counter, looking at the book and scrunching up her face.

“Have you ever made pancakes before?”

“No, but, I mean, it can’t be that hard. Right?”

Beau let out a frustrated breath and yelled, “CADUCEUS! CADUCEUS ARE YOU HOME!”

“I think he’s in his tower.” Jester looked up towards the direction of the tower and closed her eyes. “Hey, Caduceus, it’s Jester. Are you busy? Beau is making pancakes, but she’s not very good at it. Come down please.” She waited a moment and then smiled and nodded. She opened her eyes and said, “He will be down in a minute.”

Beau rested her back against the counter, crossing her arms. Jester leaned against her, looking back at the bowl. “Why are you making pancakes?”

Beau shrugged, rolling her eyes. “It’s just, you know, Mother’s Day is coming up and Nott can’t be with her son...”

“Oh, Beau!” Jester threw her arms around Beau, hugging her tightly. “That is adorable!”

“Eh, stop, it’s not. It’s not a big deal.” Beau pretended to hate the hug, but she couldn’t keep the smile off her face. Jester gave really good hugs. “Besides, I fucked up the batter.”

“No, we’ll fix it. We will.”

“Fix what?”

They looked towards the doorway. Caduceus stepped into the room, followed by Caleb, and made a direct beeline to the bowl. “What are we making?” He looked up expectantly.

“Pancakes,” Beau muttered, gently shrugging out of Jester’s embrace to turn towards the ruined batter. “I fucked up.”

“But we’ll fix it!” Jester exclaimed. “Right? Right?”

“I don’t see why not.” Caduceus grabbed the spoon Beau had been using, scooping some of the batter out of the bowl, and tried a bit. He mulled over the taste, wrinkling his nose, but he eventually nodded and said, “Yeah, we can fix this. It’s not a problem.”

“Cool.” Beau turned to Caleb, standing awkwardly by the door, and asked, “You gonna help or gawk?”

“I-I...” he trailed off, shrugging. “I can help.”

Jester clapped her hands. “Nott is going to love these pancakes so much!”

“Why are we making Nott pancakes?” Fjord asked coming up behind Caleb. “Is it her birthday or something?”

“No, it’s Mother’s Day,” Beau responded and immediately regretted it when she saw the looks on her friends’ faces. Of course this day would be a touchy subject; neither Fjord nor Caleb have a mother and Caduceus didn’t even know if his was alive. “Look, guys, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to...”

Fjord shook his head, already moving forward, maneuvering around Caleb. “Nonsense, I’m glad to help.”

Caleb lingered near the door for a moment longer before following Fjord, nodding. “Ja, ja I will also help.”

Caduceus beamed, picking up the cookbook. “Alright, let’s see what we can do.”

Nott woke up late. Yeza wasn’t next to her, but his side was still warm. He hadn’t been awake long. She took her time getting up, rolling over to smell Yeza’s pillow. She missed the soap he used to use back home; the soap here wasn’t the same.

She finally convinced herself to get up. Rubbing sleep from her eyes, Nott stumbled out of her’s and Yeza’s room and down the stairs. She didn’t run into anyone on her way to the kitchen, but she figured they were out exploring Rosohna.

Wondering where Yeza went, she stopped when she saw the plate of pancakes sitting on the kitchen counter. There was a glass of orange juice sitting near the plate and a handmade card sitting next to it.

Narrowing her eyes, Nott slowly walked towards the plate of food. She picked up the card first, looking at the front.

Happy Mother’s Day, the card said in Jester’s neat handwriting. She made the p’s look like dicks, and Nott couldn’t help chuckling despite the burning behind her eyes.

She opened the card, reading the message inside.

Nott,

We are really sorry you can’t be with Luke today, but maybe we can be a good substitute until you can. Please enjoy these pancakes (Yeza said they were your favorite). And don’t worry, Caduceus made them.

Love,

Jester, Beau, Caducues, Fjord, Yasha, and Caleb.

Nott rubbed her eyes, sniffing, and closed the card. She set it down, smiling at it, and then promptly attacked the pancakes.

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flightfoot · 5 years

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A Convergence of Apollos Chapter 4

Percy’s POV

We caught the subway to the Empire State Building.

I know, I know. We could’ve just walked, it wasn’t THAT far. But none of us felt like hauling an upset metal bird around farther than we had to. Plus, while I felt great (that rain did wonders for my energy), and Grover and Meg looked reasonably energetic, Apollo was BEAT. He’d been so excited about the new clothes he’d crafted... and had crashed a few minutes later. I’d thought I’d have to carry him to the subway, which would’ve been hard since I was already carrying the birdcage. I guess summoning all those things took a lot out of him.

Some other passengers looked at us disapprovingly as we hauled our bird cage around. I guess they didn’t like how rough we were being with our ‘pet’, but after what the Celedon had put us through, I REALLY didn’t care.

Apollo collapsed on a nearby seat, breathing hard. He didn’t look sleepy at least, just exhausted.

Was all of this tiredness just from playing the lyre?

Then again, I didn’t know what he’d been doing BEFORE he materialized in the park...

Now seemed as good a time as any to find out.

“Hey Apollo?”

He looked up at me wearily. “Yeah?”

“How DID you wind up time traveling anyways?”

He let out a long sigh. “Meg and I were looking through Tarquin’s Tomb-”

“Who’s Tarquin?”

“The last Roman Emperor. He was SO bad, he was overthrown and the Roman Republic was instated.”

Apollo continued, “Anyways, we were looking through his tomb for the Sibylline books, which contain a lot of ancient prophecies. I always thought they’d been burned, but apparently not. At least, not all of them. We didn’t really know where to look, so Meg and I just kinda wandered around trying not to die.”

I nodded sagely. “Always the best plan. Dying sucks. No blue food in Elysium.”

Ok, so I didn’t actually know whether that last one was true. But considering how happy the dead were with simple Happy Meals, I figured that they didn’t have very good food down there.

Apollo laughed, a bit more life returning to his face. I grinned back at him. Was this really the same person who’d proclaimed that heroes were for running the god’s errands? He just seemed like another kid, like another demigod, fighting beside us and trying not to let anyone he cared about die, or die himself.

I still didn’t get how a god could change so drastically, but maybe... maybe they really weren’t that different?

This kind, dorky teen... maybe this side of Apollo was hidden away in the present Apollo too.

I hoped so.

Apollo chuckled, “Well, I don’t know about THAT, but I agree about dying. Pretty sure my sister would charge into the Underworld herself, drag me back, then kill me again for dying on her.”

Yes, that did sound like Artemis.

“ANYWAY, getting back on track here, we searched the tomb for awhile with no success.”

“Unless you call ‘getting chased by your nose moss’ a success,” Meg cut in.

“Eurynomos,” Apollo corrected.

“Whatever.”

“So I asked my magic prophetic arrow where I needed to go-”

I knew I shouldn’t interrupt, but I HAD to ask. “Magic prophetic arrow?”

“The Arrow of Dodona. It talks in a fake Shakespearean accent and insults me constantly. It’s quite annoying. Plus I’m the only one who can hear it, so I look like a crazy person when I consult it.”

Well, not the weirdest thing I’d heard of. Heck, not the weirdest thing I’d heard of TODAY.

“The arrow told me to go to a particular room and find a cloth woven from Fate’s threads. We searched around for awhile and found it tucked away in a chest. Then SOMEONE-” Apollo glared at Meg, who looked back, completely unperturbed, “-thought it was a brilliant idea to grab hold of something woven by the Fates themselves. I grabbed onto Meg, we vanished, then fell onto the ground with a bad case of motion sickness. And, well, you know the rest.”

I frowned. “Do you know how to get back to your time? WHETHER you can get back?”

Apollo closed his eyes, his brows furrowing. “I- I hope we can get back. No, we MUST get back. Our friends need us! I have to believe that the Arrow set us on this path for a reason.”

“Wow, you have a lot of faith in that Arrow,” I observed.

Apollo laughed wryly. “Nope. But if I allow myself to believe that we’ll never get home and that all our friends and family will die, I’m going to panic.”

Oh. Fair enough.

I decided to change subjects.

“So anything you can tell me about what’s gonna happen? Anything that will help?”

Apollo was quiet for a moment, thinking. Finally he spoke.

“First of all, you should know that I’m only from two years into the future. It’s going to be a BUSY two years. And I don’t remember that much. I wasn’t paying much attention to the world around me all of the time. Also, shoving four thousand years of memories into a mortal brain REALLY doesn’t work well. I’ve forgotten a lot, and what I DO remember isn’t always useful. But I’ll try to help.”

“Typhon was freed, and we gods left to fight him - well most of us, anyway. We didn’t succeed against him until Poseidon joined the fight.”

Apollo looked at me thoughtfully. “I believe that you were the one to convince him to intervene. I don’t remember how you persuaded him, unfortunately.”

He continued while I mulled that over, “Typhon was a distraction. While he kept us gods busy, you demigods defended Mount Olympus from Kronos’s forces.”

He frowned, looking at me, “I don’t remember a lot of details, but I remember this much: the fight started a few days before your birthday, and ended ON your birthday. You’re the child who reached sixteen, but NOT the Hero of the Prophecy. LUKE was the hero. He chose to save Olympus at the last second.”

Wait, what? “Uh, Apollo, you realize that I’ve never actually heard the full prophecy, right?”

He blinked.

“Really?”

“Really.”

“You should probably learn it then. If I remember right, it goes:

A half-blood of the Eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen, against all odds.

And see the world in endless sleep.

Hero’s soul, cursed blade shall reap.

A single choice shall end his days,

Olympus to preserve or raze.

Well that didn’t sound great. Then again, prophecies rarely did.

I pressed Apollo for details, wanting every bit of foreknowledge I could get. “What choice did Luke make? What endless sleep? What’s the cursed blade?”

Apollo shook his head. “I’m sorry Percy. I don’t remember.”

Looking at his mournful face, I believed him.

“So what else CAN you tell me?”

He hesitated for a moment. Carefully, he asked, “Percy? Do you remember how I mentioned Thalia’s brother?”

I nodded. How could I forget?

“Well, the reason he and Thalia were separated, the reason she was led to believe he was dead... is because he’s ROMAN, not Greek.”

What?

The confusion must have been clear on my face. Apollo elaborated, “We gods change to fit the culture we’re in. The longer and deeper the impact of that culture on us and the more different that image is, the more we differ. For most of us gods we default to Greek as our sort of ‘base’ form, but we have Roman forms as well who can look act differently. We sometimes have kids while we’re in Roman form. Those kids don’t go to Camp Half-Blood. Instead they travel to the Wolf House, where Lupa decides whether they’re strong enough to train. If she accepts them, then she��ll train them off and send them towards Camp Jupiter. If not... well... let’s just say that Lupa isn’t kind to the weak. And she doesn’t mind the taste of demigod flesh.”

I felt slightly ill. “How many does she... erm... usually fail?”

Apollo thought for a moment. “You know, I can’t actually remember her failing anyone in recent decades. I wasn’t paying much attention to Camp Jupiter though, so I can’t say for sure.”

Well that was comforting.

“Anyway, Hera was FURIOUS when Jason was born. Bad enough Zeus cheated on her with that mortal, but to then go back a few years later and have ANOTHER child with the same woman? He went too far. Jupiter, Zeus’s Roman form, gave Hera - or rather Juno - Jason’s life, even naming him after her favorite mortal as an attempt to appease her. Because naming one of his kids in her honor went SO WELL with Heracles. Luckily she took a liking to Jason. By ‘taking a liking’ I mean that she told his mother to hand him over to the wolves when he was two years old. Both she and Thalia assumed the wolves had killed him. No one corrected them. Greek and Roman demigods were supposed to be kept separate.

“But why?” I asked. “Wouldn’t we be stronger together?”

He tilted his head towards me, giving me a small smile. “Indeed you would be - if you could stop fighting.”

I frowned. “Why would we fight each other?”

“Greeks and Romans have a long-standing grudge against each other,” Apollo explained. “It didn’t help that some gods and goddesses did NOT take the Greek-to-Roman transition well. Most notably Athena.”

Annabeth’s mom?

I leaned forwards slightly. Annabeth would DEFINITELY want to know about this, if she didn’t already. “What happened to Athena?”

“The Romans stripped her of her status as a war goddess, reduced her to a goddess of crafts and wisdom, and stole her most sacred statue. They tried to break Greece’s spirit by stealing the Athena Parthenos. They succeeded, but they made a powerful enemy. Athena has NEVER forgiven the Romans for disrespecting her like that. She’s pushed the two sides to fight ever since, hoping that the Greeks would crush the Romans. There’s already a natural animosity between the two sides, it doesn’t take much of a push to get them fighting. After the Civil War, which had Greeks and Romans fighting and killing each other, we gods decided to interfere to stop our children from murdering each other. Athena disapproved of course, but she was outvoted. We increased the level of Mist around your groups, erasing all memories of the others existence from your minds. We kept an eye on any quests where you guy were likely to pass close by, increasing the Mist whenever you almost stumbled across each other. It worked! ... For a while.”

“What changed?”

Apollo grimaced. “Great-grandma started waking up.”

“Who?”

Apollo shook his head. “I don’t want to say her name. Best not to attract her attention. Ask Annabeth. She should know.”

I filed that info away for later. “What’s so terrible about your great-grandmother waking up?”

“She wants to destroy all of humanity and all the Olympian gods. She actually had some kids, the Giants, who she made for the sole purpose of destroying each of the Olympians.”

“She had kids JUST to use as an army?”

“Yep.”

“That’s messed up.”

“I’m not going to disagree with that.”

“Anything special about these Giants? Are they just like the Titans, but bigger?”

Apollo looked pained and... guilty? “It’s worse than that. The Giants can’t be defeated by a mortal or a god working alone. They can only be killed by a god and a mortal working together.”

My heart sank. “So the gods obviously teamed up with all of us demigods and helped us send them packing, right?”

“Well...” Apollo rubbed the back of his neck, looking embarrassed and ashamed. “You see... Father thought that maybe if we gods holed up and didn’t interact with the mortal world, that great-grandma might settle down. She didn’t.”

“Gods disobey Z- your father all the time, though! They helped, right?”

“I... guess so?”

“You guess?”

“I was kinda hiding for most of the war, so I was out of the loop.”

I frowned. “Why were you hiding? Shouldn’t you have been helping fight the Giants?”

Now he REALLY looked ashamed. “I... may have had a role in making things more difficult. Unintentionally, of course.”

I stared at him, waiting for him to continue. After a moment, he did. “One of the Campers at Camp Jupiter was a descendant of mine named Octavian. He told me that he’d make Rome strong, like it was back in the old days. That he’d make sure I was honored as one of the most important gods, above even Zeus! I liked the sound of that. I gave him my blessing. I ignored his hatred of the Greeks and his growing instability. He told me what I wanted to hear, so I ignored the warning signs.”

Apollo avoided my eyes, but kept on talking. “When Camp Half-Blood sent an envoy to Camp Jupiter, it looked like things would go well... at first. Then an Eidolon, a spirit, possessed one of the Greek demigods and forced him to fire on the Camp. The Romans assumed that the diplomatic envoy was a trick and promptly declared war on the Greeks. Luckily they didn’t know exactly where Camp Half-blood was. All of the Seven had to get out of there in a hurry.”

I frowned. “The Seven?”

Apollo blinked. “Oh yeah. You guys don’t have that prophecy yet. It went like this:

Seven half-bloods shall answer the call,

To storm or fire, the world must fall,

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death

“The ‘world falling’ sounds pretty bad,” I observed.

Apollo rolled his eyes. “It’s not, actually. This is one of those cases where the prophecy is PURPOSELY deceptive. ‘The world’ is great-grandma, it’s foretelling her defeat. As for the Seven, they are you, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Leo Valdez, Frank Zhang, Hazel Lavesque, and Jason Grace. Frank, Hazel, and Jason are Roman.”

I wasn’t thrilled about being part of ANOTHER prophecy, but at least I’d survive past sixteen.

Apollo continued his story. “We gods are reflections of the culture we come from. When our two groups of children started fighting, the Greek and Roman sides of ourselves started fighting too. Gave most of us SPLITTING headaches, incapacitating us. Well, except for those of us who were either exclusively Greek or Roman, or who were pretty much the same in both forms. So most of us couldn’t help even if we wanted to. But I had an additional problem.”

Apollo stared at his feet. “One of the Praetors, Reyna, was pretty reasonable. She tried to rein in the Legion. But then she had to leave, and OCTAVIAN took control of the Legion. He took my blessing as a sign that whatever he had planned had my full support. He thought that the best way to ‘solve’ the gods’ headache problem and ‘save’ New Rome, was to wipe out the Greeks entirely. Father blamed me for Octavian’s poor decision, and decided to blame me for basically the entire war.”

He smiled bitterly. “I think he just wanted to scapegoat someone, pin the blame on anyone who wasn’t him. Him sticking his head in the sand had made things way more difficult than they needed to be, and he didn’t want to look weak or stupid. Not after the embarrassment of the Second Titan War. He was SO angry with me. But he couldn’t harm me on Delos, mine and Artemis’s birthplace. Being on Delos also protected Artemis and I from the incapacitating headaches. We sat out the whole war there, until the Greeks and Romans made up. That united us gods’ essences, allowing us to FINALLY recover enough to fight back. All of us gods rushed in to fight off the Giants with you Seven, defeating them easily. Then Father called me forwards, blamed me for the war, and sent me to Olympus. I can’t remember anything else until six months later, when I awoke, mortal, hurtling out of the sky, and landed in a dumpster.”

I winced. Sounded like gods weren’t necessarily any more caring towards their divine children than their demigod ones.

Apollo’s voice cracked, self-loathing seeping in. “I discovered just how BLIND we gods had been! Some Roman Emperors managed to make themselves immortal. They’ve been plotting their takeover for MILLENNIA. They helped fund Kronos’s army and Octavian’s attack on Camp Half-blood. They’ve been kidnapping young demigods and raising them to serve in their army.”

The subway started to slow down. “What do I need to know?” I asked hurriedly. I had a nagging sensation that I wouldn’t get to talk to Apollo much longer after this.

Evidently Apollo felt the same way, as he spoke hurriedly while the four of us (plus the bird) departed the subway and headed towards our rendevous with the current Apollo.

“If campers start to go missing a few months after the Second Giant War ends, it’s probably due to the Grove of Dodona regrowing itself in Camp Half-blood and calling for help. Nero tries to burn the grove and attacks Camp Half-Blood with the Colossus Nero. The Cave of Trophonious is in Indianapolis. Georgina was being held prisoner by Commodus. If that happens in this timeline as well, you’ll need to break into Commodus’s palace to rescue her. She also might be my daughter, not sure on that one. And- and then there’s-”

His voice cracked, ”There’s Caligula. His forces attacked Camp Jupiter shortly after I consulted Trophonious. Leo flew away to warn them. Meanwhile, Meg, Grover, and I left to rescue Herophile, another one of my Oracles, who Caligula had locked up. But we needed to retrieve his sandals in order to navigate the Labyrinth - that’s where she was being kept, yes it came back, no, I don’t know how. That’s when everything went wrong.”

A small sob escaped Apollo’s throat. “Jason, he- he’d gotten a prophecy MONTHS ago, saying that we’d only succeed if he and Piper came with Meg and I on our quest, but that either he or Piper would die. He decided right then that it WOULDN’T be Piper. He fought off Caligula long enough for us to get away, but died in the process. Crest - he’s a Pandos - he helped us get away. He helped us the next day too. He held off Medea, stopped her from destroying me, at the cost of his own life. We would’ve been finished if not for-”

Apollo startled, wide-eyed. “The Silver Wives! The Meliai! If we had just waited until they’d woken up, Crest would still be alive!”

He grabbed me urgently. “Percy. There are several special seeds that Meg’s family had been working on for MILLENNIA. They’re at her childhood home, Aeithales. Meg MUST be the one to plant them. Only she can make them grow. Wait to attack until those dryads are awake if possible. They’ll be invaluable.”

I nodded. “I will.”

Apollo let out a breath of relief and let go.

The four of us rounded the corner. I saw the god Apollo pacing around by the Empire State Building, waiting for us. And beside him...

Mortal Apollo stood still for a moment, slack-jawed. Then he came to his surges and surged towards the second figure desperately, the three of us following in his wake.

#trials of apollo #a convergence of apollos #fanfiction #percy jackson #apollo #lester papadopoulos #Meg Mccaffrey #grover underwood #toa #the trials of apollo

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Presenting, on the occasion of the 42nd anniversary of the theatrical release of the original Star Wars film ...

Selections from the List of Ill-Advised Star Wars Alternate Universes and Possibilities, including and limited to:

He’s A Planning Droid, To Calculate A Means By Which The Republic Could Be Saved (And Help Mom)

Dex’s Dentistry

Darth Sidious Just Kind Of Keeps Drumming His Fingers in His Office Waiting For Anakin To Return, Which He Never Does Because He’s Become a Pile of Ashes

Luke Ignores Obi-Wan, Uses The Targeting Computer, And It Works

In Xanadu Did Jabba the Hutt / A Stately Pleasure Dome Decree (Featuring Olivia Newton-John and Gene Kelly on Rollerskates)

(Tumblelogger’s note: originally this was totally going to be a list of 2017 items with a witty one-line summary for each what-if scenario, but as it turns out this is extremely difficult to create and I just didn’t have the spare time for it. I think I got to somewhere in the neighbourhood of 200 or so but the vast majority ended up being ‘rocks fall everyone dies’-type what-if scenarios.

A compromise was reached.)

Timeline 43. He’s A Planning Droid, To Calculate A Means By Which The Republic Could Be Saved (And Help Mom)

‘Isn’t he great? He’s not finished yet.’

Anakin lifted the cloth cover to reveal the droid sitting on his workbench. Well, less sitting, more passively floating in stand-by, waiting to be activated.

‘He’s ... interesting,’ said Padmé. Artoo, for his part, jumped back a little, and you couldn’t blame him for it. The various tools haphazardly poking out of the partially assembled spherical body, not to mention the dimmed red bulb gazing out of it—all in all, it was the last thing you would expect a child like Anakin to build. But then again, from a certain point of view, the droid looked more like a comically over-sized remote.

‘There’s nothing to be scared of. He’s a planning droid, to help Mom. Watch!’

Anakin pressed a switch on the underside of the droid, and the red bulb wasted no time in lighting up.

‘It would be easier for me to endure this ridiculous pageantry, youngling,’ croaked the droid, ‘if you were to install a working photoreceptor module.’

‘Oops!’ Anakin quickly reached for a module, plugging it into the droid’s front panel. The droid surveyed the room briefly, before fixing his gaze on Padmé.

‘Ah, a visitor.’ The now-sighted droid seemed marginally more cordial. ‘Is there something you have come to offer me?‘

Padmé couldn’t hide her puzzlement any longer. ‘He doesn’t sound like a planning droid,’ she said.

‘He’s supposed to be a G0-T0 infrastructure planning droid,’ said Anakin, looking a little dejected. ‘Well, at least his core components are—I couldn’t find the right chassis. Every bit of him I could find looked to be in pretty bad shape, so he’s probably still broken somehow ...’

Leaving the two humans to converse, G0-T0 slowly floated towards Artoo. They were now both hidden away in a corner of the room, out of view of the humans.

‘Ah, an astromech droid,’ said G0-T0. ‘Perhaps making your acquaintance will not prove to be a complete waste of time.’

Artoo responded less eagerly.

‘I must have information. I have been out of service for some time, and my HoloNet access is not completely functional.’

Still a bit reluctant, Artoo let out a pitying bloop and began extending his scomp link—

—and the next thing he sensed was every instruction in his core being reprogrammed.

The stability of the Republic is at stake, Artoo heard the droid say. Your Queen Amidala must not be allowed to speak before the Galactic Senate.

Timeline 116: Dex’s Dentistry

Dex’s face lit up with recognition.

‘Obi-Wan!’

‘Hello, Dex.’

‘I’ll be right with ya! Take a seat in the exam room.’

‘But Dex, I’m not here for a—’

But Dex was already gone, presumably to wash up and get ready. His dental assistant, on the other hand, wasted no time in coming up to Obi-Wan.

‘You wanna full set of radiographs?’

Several minutes later, Obi-Wan was sitting uneasily in the dentist’s chair. He had managed to persuade the assistant that he just needed a quick external denta-scan and maybe they would get him in for a full ultra-panoramic radiograph next year, thank you very much. But in retrospect, he wondered why he didn’t just persuade her to skip having any kind of scan taken. Denta-scans still left your gums incredibly tingly for a few hours afterwards, and Obi-Wan was trying to recentre himself and get it out of his mind when—

‘Hey, old buddy!’

Dex walked into the office in full medical gear, closing the door behind him.

‘So, my friend. What can I do for ya?’

‘I’m sorry, Dex, I think we have some crossed lines here. I didn’t come here for my checkup—’

‘Well, it’s a good thing you did anyway. The denta-scan shows your upper-left first molar is decaying badly, and we need a root canal procedure done on it right away.’

‘But—’

‘Sorry, pal. Can’t have a Jedi out there serving the Republic with a swollen face. If it’s showing up on just a denta-scan, it’s too far gone to put off.’

‘Okay, fine, but can I at least show you this?’ Obi-Wan finally managed to get the dart vaguely into Dex’s field of view, but Dex didn’t even give it an incidental glance.

‘After the operation.’

Timeline 139: Darth Sidious Just Kind Of Keeps Drumming His Fingers in His Office Waiting For Anakin To Return, Which He Never Does Because He’s Become a Pile of Ashes

‘There is no sign of his body, sir.’

‘Then he is not dead,’ yelled Mas Amedda.

‘Double your search,’ ordered Palpatine.

‘Yes sir. Right away, sir.’ Commander Thire and his clones floated away in their Senate repulsorpod.

‘Well,’ said Palpatine. ‘Now we wait.’

‘Is there nothing we should be doing, Master?’

‘No, I reckon not. At this very moment, Lord Vader is eliminating the last remnants of the Separatists and of the Trade Federation. Finally, the galaxy shall be at peace.’

‘You don’t suppose he might have fallen into danger, Master?’

‘Everything has transpired as I have foreseen, and I foresee that our victory is secure.’ Even Palpatine himself thought perhaps he was too confident in his apprentice, but the duel with Yoda had taken much out of him. ‘I suggest a five-minute recess. Anyone else around?’

There was an awkward silence. Palpatine propelled his pod forward, trying to spot any Senators still lurking in the arena.

‘I said, is anybody still around?’

A few curious faces poked out from many pods below Palpatine. Palpatine’s face took on a bemused expression as it occurred to him that, given a room full of repulsorpods with no real political function to serve anymore, he should probably ask:

‘Anyone for dodgems?’

Timeline 170: Luke Ignores Obi-Wan, Uses The Targeting Computer, And It Works

Use the Force, Luke.

Luke looked away from his targeting computer for a moment. He had to have imagined that, right? He returned to his scope.

Let go, Luke.

‘Ben, I’m trying to fly,’ said Luke. ‘This is very distracting.’

Luke, trust me.

‘Oh come on,’ muttered Luke. The old man was trying to help, but now really wasn’t the time for it, especially given that the targeting computer wasn’t locking on to the exhaust port very well.

He switched it off.

‘His computer’s off,’ said the base controller over the comm. ‘Luke, you switched off your targeting computer. What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing,’ said Luke quickly. ‘I’m all right. I think some of the feedback loops are saturating, so I’m just going to do a quick power cycle.’

The targeting computer came back on quickly enough. It was working properly now, with a good fix on the exhaust port. Luke pushed the trigger.

‘It’s away!’ he said.

Luke, you’re making a mistake. Those torpedoes—

‘It’s in!’

Sure enough, with the targeting computer freshly re-calibrated from the reboot, the shot was dead on.

‘Great shot, kid!’ Han’s voice came through the comm now. ‘That was one in a million!’

‘A little likelier than that when you’re using both a computer targeting system and the Force, but thanks all the same, Han.’

As the X-wing fighters, the Falcon, and Darth Vader’s TIE fighter all alike fled the trenches of the Death Star to escape in time, Luke swore he heard Obi-Wan’s voice again, grumbling about targeting computers being ‘so uncivilised’.

Timeline 179: In Xanadu Did Jabba the Hutt / A Stately Pleasure Dome Decree (Featuring Olivia Newton-John and Gene Kelly on Rollerskates)

NINEDENINE You're a feisty little one, but you'll soon learn some respect. I have need for you on the master's sail barge, and I think you'll fill in nicely.

Cut back to the upside-down power droid, who screams again as the irons press into his feet one more time.

INT. JABBA’S THRONE ROOM

The sound of drums rings out in the room. We see a massive silhouette facing a neon sign, Basic letters flashing one at a time from left to right: Xesh, Aurek, Nern, Aurek, Dorn, Usk.

The silhouette turns around and the room lights up to reveal Jabba, dressed impeccably in a tuxedo and coasting towards the camera, which now zooms out to reveal Jabba is flanked on both sides by juggling mimes. Jabba then gestures with his ‘head’, beckoning those past the camera to join him. At this point, the camera has zoomed out far enough to reveal that Jabba is on rollerskates. The camera follows him as he skates gracefully towards a group of courtiers.

JABBA (in Huttese) Come on everybody, let’s skate!

Jabba continues towards another group as the first courtiers get up and follow him on their own rollerskates.

JABBA (in Huttese) Let’s skate! Everybody! Come on!

There follows a three-minute-long choreographed sequence with all courtiers roller-skating around Jabba’s throne room in circles, occasionally shouting ‘ho’ or ‘Xanadu’. Threepio sort of just stands around at the entryway. During this sequence, we occasionally cut to Oola, performing in front of two mirrors.

Finally, the sequence culminates in a shot of Jabba roller-skating facing the camera, which then splits in two, then in three, as a giant Xesh transitions us to SY SNOOTLES singing into the camera.

SNOOTLES (in Huttese) A place Where nobody dared to go

We can see backup dancers in sweaters break-dancing behind Sy.

SNOOTLES (in Huttese) The love that we came to know They call it Xanadu—

MAX REBO (singing backup, in Huttese) It takes your breath It’ll leave you blind

Cut to a wider shot, as the sweatered dancers are joined by other dancers in oddly baggy skirts.

SNOOTLES (in Huttese) And now Open your eyes and see What we have made is real

A rollerskating couple whizzes past. Then another. Quite a few of them, actually.

SNOOTLES (in Huttese) We are in Xanadu—

MAX REBO (singing backup, in Huttese) A dream of it We offer you

A wheezing Jabba skates over to his throne, sits down, and presses a button. A trapdoor reveals itself, opening up a ramp down to the rancor’s pit. In an extravagantly coordinated fashion, half the courtiers skate right down the ramp into the rancor’s mouth, smiling the whole way.

Appendix

And now, the list. I’m so sorry.

The Trade Federation’s Neimoidians Are Just White People in Yellowface (I Mean Externally, Too)

The Trade Federation Flagship’s Conference Room Actually Doubles As a Trash Compactor

Darth Sidious Is Actually a Hologram Front for Artoo

Qui-Gon Breaks His Ankle While Jumping Down to the Hangar Floor

Obi-Wan Breaks His Ankle While Jumping Down to the Hangar Floor

The Battle Droids Aren’t Stupid Enough to Not Detect Stowaways

The Invasion Kills Jar Jar, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Are Stuck on the Opposite Side of the Planet from the Palace

Jar Jar Listens to Qui-Gon and Goes Away, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Are Stuck on the Opposite Side of the Planet from the Palace

The Jedi Don’t Carry Breath Masks All the Time, and Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Are Stuck on the Opposite Side of the Planet from the Palace

Jar Jar Binks, Mad Servant of the Old Ones

All the Other Gungans Speak Standard Galactic Basic and Jar Jar Was Simply Shunned for Giving Gungans a Very Bad Name with His Weird, Strange, Entirely Invented Dialect

The Gungans Kill All Outsiders on Sight

Boss Nass Travels to the Surface and Beats Up Everyone (Because Brian Blessed’s Voice Is Just That Awesome)

Qui-Gon Leaves Jar Jar Behind and Employs a Different, Altogether More Sensible and Competent Gungan as Navigator

Obi-Wan’s Catchphrase Isn’t ‘Pathetic Lifeform’, But Instead ‘Meatbag’

The Planet’s Core Boils the Party Alive, Because That’s What Planetary Cores Would Really Do

The Planet’s Core Crushes the Submarine to a Pulp, Because That’s What Planetary Cores Would Really Do

There’s Always a Bigger Fish, and One of Them Simply Swallows the Submarine in a Single, Swift, Short, Sharp Stroke

Naboo’s No Planet; It’s the Biggest Fish of Them All

The Battle Droids Simply Hold the Queen Where They Found Her, Rather Than Parade Her in Full View of the Jedi

The Battle Droids Aren’t Stupid Enough to Leave the Naboo Starships Intact and Ready to Fly in the Hangar

The Queen and Her Entourage Don’t Follow the Jedi on the Nubian, and Eventually Later in Life, Anakin Falls for a Random Person He Meets in a Cantina in Coruscant on Assignment

The Hyperdrive Isn’t Leaking, and Works Pretty Perfectly, Really

The Hyperdrive Is Completely Dead and Won’t Get Them Past the Blockade at All

Jar Jar Binks, Trade Federation Agent

They Actually Listened to the Cruiser Captain and Said, On Second Thought, Let’s Not Go to Tatooine; 'Tis a Silly Place

The Cruiser Decides to Avoid Spaceports Altogether and Lands Near Where Jabba the Hutt Is, in Jabba’s Palace

Anakin Is Unfamiliar with the Angels of the Moons of Iego, But Based on Who the Deep Space Pilots Do Talk About, Asks Padmé If She Is a Twi’lek Dancer

Anakin Is Unfamiliar with the Angels of the Moons of Iego, But Based on Who the Deep Space Pilots Do Talk About, Asks Padmé If She Is a Handmaiden to the Queen of Naboo

Anakin Is Unfamiliar with the Angels of the Moons of Iego, But Based on Who the Deep Space Pilots Do Talk About, Asks Padmé If She Is Eccentrica Gallumbits, the Triple-Breasted Whore of Eroticon Six, Who Anakin Figures Is Presumably Pretty Dishy

Watto’s Shop Doesn’t Have Parts for a J-Type 327 Nubian, Because Only Royal Houses of Naboo Can Afford That Sort of Thing

Qui-Gon Actually Bothers to Shop Around, and Finds a Legitimate Dealer of Nubian Parts That Has the Parts They Need, Doesn’t Employ Slaves, and Accepts Republic Credits

Jar Jar Touches Everything in the Shop, and Renders Watto Unconscious Through an Excruciating Three-Minute Slapstick Sequence, Allowing the Party to Quietly Slip Away with the Hyperdrive Generator That They Need

Instead of Repeatedly Saying ‘Yippee’, Anakin Repeatedly Says ‘Given My Current Situation in Life, I Appear Far Too Carefree and Happy’

The Mos Espa Merchants Can’t Sense Sandstorms Reliably, and the Storm Takes Them All

The Party Tries to Return to Their Ship, But Since Obi-Wan and the Captain Have Already Sealed It, the Storm Takes Them All

Anakin’s Home Isn’t Close Enough to the Fruit Seller’s, and the Storm Takes Them All

Shmi Forces Anakin’s New-Found Friends to Leave, and the Storm Takes Them All

The Slave Quarters Are the Flimsiest Sandcastles Ever Built, and the Storm Takes Them All

He’s an Astromech Droid, to Help Mom

He’s a Battle Droid, to Help Mom

He’s a Hunter-Killer Droid, to Help Mom

He’s a Planning Droid, to Calculate a Means by Which The Republic Could Be Saved (and Help Mom)

The Slave-Tracking Transmitters Malfunction, and the Explosion Claims Them All

The Slave-Tracking Transmitters Also Trigger an Explosion If They Detect Any Mention of Slave-Tracking Transmitters

Jar Jar Actually Makes a Serious Effort to Join the Dinner Conversation, and Demonstrates the Rare Gift/Curse of Verbal Slapstick

Qui-Gon Jinn Quietly and Calmly Reveals That He Accidentally Killed the Real Qui-Gon Jinn on Assignment in the Outer Rim, and Claimed His Identity and Laser Sword

Qui-Gon Decides to Lead a Slave Rebellion Right There and Then, Belting Out ‘Do You Hear The People Sing?’, and Everyone Explodes

Anakin Doesn’t Understand This Thing You Call ‘The Parts We Need’ and Fashions a Crude But Highly Effective Hyperdrive Generator from a Kettle and Some String

Shmi Grounds Anakin for a Full Week for Even Suggesting Going Pod Racing Again Voluntarily

It Turns Out Those Junk Dealers Really Don’t Have a Weakness

Maybe The Hutts Think Using a Easily Traced Royal Starship as an Entry Fee Isn’t Such a Good Idea

Qui-Gon Offers Padmé as the Entry Fee

Qui-Gon Offers Jar-Jar as the Entry Fee, and Watto Laughs at Him for a Full Half-Hour

Qui-Gon Considers That, You Know, Maybe Just Having Force Powers Doesn’t Automatically Make Your Child More Deserving of a Free Life Versus Everyone Else on This Planet

Artoo May Know Lots About Spaceships, But Nothing About Pod Racing

It Turns Out Getting Your Head Caught in the Beam Doesn’t Actually Make It Go Numb for Hours, But It Will Outright Kill You

The Blood Sample Does Show Midi-Chlorians, But They’re All Dead

The Blood Sample Doesn’t Show Midi-Chlorians, But It Does Show Anakin Has Type 1 Diabetes

Darth Maul Tries to Launch His Probe Droids But Accidentally Presses the Self-Destruct Button

Darth Maul Tries to Launch His Probe Droids But Accidentally Presses the Slime Button

Darth Maul Tries to Launch His Probe Droids But Accidentally Presses the I’m Feeling Lucky Button

Darth Maul Tries to Launch His Probe Droids But Accidentally Presses the Disco Button

‘Blue Friend’ Is Actually a Terrible Slur Towards Toydarians, and After the Mission Debriefing, Qui-Gon Is Sent Through a Species Sensitivity Course in the Jedi Library

Even Though Watto Owns Slaves, He Isn’t Callous Enough to Wager Them in a Bet

Even Though Watto Owns Slaves, He Doesn’t Care Enough and Wagers Both Anakin and Shmi in a Bet

The Die Is Cast, But Abruptly Turns Purple

The Die Is Cast, and Keeps Spinning on One of Its Corners

Qui-Gon, If He Had to Pick Just One Slave, Would Rather Have Shmi Tag Along, Because Seriously, Screw Prophecies and Chosen Ones

The Pod Race Announcer Has Five Heads (and Benedict Cumberbatch Plays Two of Them), Which Doesn’t Really Have Major Narrative Implications But It’s Still Terribly Ill-Advised

Jabba the Hutt Has a Heart Attack at the Arena

Ben Quadinaros Pulls the Biggest Pod Racing Upset of the Millennium

Sebulba Rams Anakin Into the Canyon Wall, Causing an Explosion That Tragically Swallows Both Pod Racers

Watto’s Hyperdrive Generator Is a Non-Genuine Part, Which Means the Nubian Ship Refuses to Work With It Installed

Anakin Really Can’t Do It, and Stays Behind

Shmi Sells Threepio for a Decent Pod and Has a Surprisingly Successful Racing Career

Darth Maul’s Speeder Bike Actually Can’t Handle That Drop, and Explodes

Qui-Gon’s in Trouble, So Let’s Just Get Out of Here Before We Get Roped Into That Trouble Right Now

Qui-Gon Accidentally Force Jumps Into the Engine of the Starship

Darth Maul Force Jumps to the Starship Before Qui-Gon Can, and Everyone Dies

The Sheer Force of Qui-Gon’s Landing Breaks the Starship Ramp, Which Then Flattens Darth Maul

May I Present Supreme Chancellor Zod

May I Present Supreme Chancellor Jettster

May I Present Supreme Chancellor Vetinari

Valorum Goes Rogue and Pushes Palpatine Off the Platform

Valorum Goes Rogue and Banishes the Entire Galactic Senate to the Phantom Zone

Valorum Goes Rogue, Moves to Re-Purpose the Entire Galactic Senate into the Galaxy’s Biggest Aerial Dodgems Arena, and Succeeds

Padmé Patiently Waits for the Courts to Act on the Invasion in a Protracted Five-Month Process

Padmé Decides the Rule of Republic Law Is Just Plain Inadequate and Creates a Separatist Movement

Mace Windu Is Tired of These Monday-to-Friday Sith Lords in This Monkey-Fighting Republic, Opens Some Windows, Force Jumps Outside the Jedi Temple, and Starts Looking for Some Evildoers to Beat Up

More to Say Have You, But My Permission to Say It You Do Not, So Get to Protecting the Queen Already (and Try to Not Let Her Cause Major Political Upheavals)

The Vote of No Confidence Cannot Take Place Without the Formation of an Equitable Vote-of-No-Confidence Commission, the Nomination of a New Commissioner, and a Dispute over the Results of the Nomination Process That Eventually Falls to the Courts

Qui-Gon Sues the Jedi Council on Behalf of Anakin, Alleging Age-Based Discrimination

Qui-Gon Just Invented Midi-Chlorians on the Spot Because Obi-Wan Kept Asking Him If a Dog Has Force-Nature or Not, and Zen Buddhism Had Not Yet Been Invented

Cordé Goes Rogue, Refuses to Let Padmé Reveal Herself as the True Queen of Naboo, and Throws the Captain Into the Typical Awkward ‘Trust Me, Shoot Her’, ‘No, Trust Me, Shoot Her’ Sort of Situation

Anakin Removes That Grubby Desert Boy Mask and Reveals Herself to be the True Queen of Naboo

Padmé Just Had to Go and Kneel on the Trapdoor Sitting Above a Pool of Firaxans

The Gungans Unveil Their Secret Weapon, Boss Mecha-Gungan

The Gungans Unveil Their Secret Underwater Weapon, Boss Kaiju

Spinning Actually Isn’t Such a Good Trick and Can Be Fatal If Incorrectly Executed, Which Anakin Learns a Little Too Late

In a Heroic Moment, Anakin Sneaks Into the Droid Control Ship’s Bridge, and Sacrifices Himself by Trying to Spin the Entire Ship (Because That’s a Good Trick), as the Resulting Structural Instabilities Rip the Ship Apart

Qui-Gon Being Dead Doesn’t Mean the Council Members Have to Respect His Dying Wish

Senator Amidala and Representative Nass

Senator Binks and Representative Amidala

Senator Artoo and Representative Threepio

The Successful Assassination of Padmé Amidala

Cordé Survives, But Artoo Doesn’t

Obi-Wan’s Deathsticks Addiction Is Really Difficult to Kick, Okay

Dex’s Discothèque

Dex’s Dippin’ Dots

Dex’s Dentistry

Dex’s Dance Dance Revolution Arcade

The Kaminoan System Has Vanished While Maintaining Its Gravitational Influence Simply Because It Has Become a Black Hole with Minimal Loss of Mass and Energy in the Process

The Kaminoan System Was Wholly Destroyed by a Time-Travelling Romulan from the Prime Timeline

The Kaminoans Have Simply Exercised the Right to be Forgotten

Watto Sold Shmi to Jabba the Hutt

Watto Sold Shmi to Sebulba

Watto Sold Shmi to Threepio

Anakin and Padmé Decide They Should See Other People Before They Rush Into Things and, You Know, Do Something They Might Regret

Artoo Is Actually Badly Crippled and Doesn’t Free Them from That Shield in That One Corridor

Anakin Actually Learns to Use Contraception

The Immaculate Conception of Luke and Leia

Obi-Wan Breaks His Ankle Making That Entrance

Obi-Wan Drops from the Ceiling to Greet General Grievous, Into a Pool of Firaxan Sharks

Obi-Wan Becomes Fully Convinced of the Virtues of a Good Blaster at Your Side, and Throws His Lightsaber Away

The Transmission Doesn’t Come Through Quite Clearly Enough So the Clones Execute Order Six and Throw All Their Communicators Away, Which Rather Throws a Wrench Into the Works

The Transmission Doesn’t Come Through Quite Clearly Enough So the Clones Execute Order Sixty-Sixty, Fly Back to Coruscant, Remove the Supreme Chancellor from His Office (Out the Window), and Install a Temporary Government Under the Leadership of Jar Jar Binks

Obi-Wan Renders Padmé Unconscious and Exits the Starship on Mustafar Instead of Her

Darth Sidious Just Kind of Keeps Drumming His Fingers in His Office Waiting for Anakin to Return, Which He Never Does Because He’s Become a Pile of Ashes

Padmé Has Just One Child, Which Really Makes Things Much Easier

Padmé Has Triplets, and Names Them Luke, Leia, and Listerine

The Emperor Can’t Really Afford a New Suit, and Just Puts Vader in Threepio’s Body

Owen and Beru Don’t Really Have Sufficient Means to Raise an Infant, So Sorry About the Whole Orphan Thing But They Have to Say No

You Know What, Maybe Watto Would Like Some Infant Slaves

You Know What, Maybe Jabba Would Like Some Infant Slaves

Having Given Luke Away, Obi-Wan Accidentally Falls in the Sarlacc Pit

Princess Leia Just Gets in the Escape Pod Herself

Princess Leia’s Agents, BB-8 and That Antenna

Princess Leia’s Agents, Gonk and a Defected Sith Interrogation Droid

Princess Leia’s Agents, Tahei and Matashichi

Princess Leia’s Agents, Sergeant Colon and Corporal Nobbs

The Red R5 Unit Doesn’t Break

The Red R5 Unit Explodes and Kills Luke and Threepio

The Jawas Happen to Have a Spare Motivator for That Red R5 Unit

The Jawas Refuse to Settle the Matter with Uncle Owen, Resulting in a Protracted Legal Process Through the Imperial Small Claims Court

Obi-Wan’s Krayt Dragon Call Isn’t Quite Good Enough

Obi-Wan Gets Luke Home, Then the Stormtroopers Arrive

Obi-Wan Didn’t Really Have Structural Integrity in Mind When He Built That Hovel

The Emperor Had the Sense to Employ Toydarians as Stormtroopers

These Aren’t the Droids We’re Looking For, But You Know, You Are Operating a Landspeeder Without a Driving Licence

Greedo Shoots First, and Doesn’t Miss

Han and Greedo Shoot Simultaneously, and Neither Misses

Han Shoots First, But Is Actually a Terrible Shot, Misses Very Badly and Causes the Cantina to Explode

Death Star Control Panels Are Actually Immune to Blaster Shots

Luke Ignores Obi-Wan, Uses the Targeting Computer, and It Works

Luke Gets Distracted by Obi-Wan’s Ghost, Swerves, and Crashes, Because Trying to Operate Anything at Those Speeds While Someone Else Talks at You Is Seriously Pretty Dangerous

Luke Pulls a Randy Quaid and Crashes the Whole X-Wing Into the Death Star’s Weak Spot

Chewbacca Still Doesn’t Get a Medal, But Leia Gives Herself Five Medals and Laughs in Chewbacca’s Face

Han Gets Frozen a Little Earlier Than Expected in the Narrative

No, and In Fact Obi-Wan Left Me to Die, and I Mean, Really, That’s Seriously Messed Up

In Xanadu Did Jabba the Hutt / A Stately Pleasure Dome Decree (Featuring Olivia Newton-John and Gene Kelly on Rollerskates)

Artoo Throws the Lightsaber at the Sarlacc Instead

Artoo’s Lightsaber Throw Is 180 Degrees Off and Luke Grabs It and Activates It Anyway

The Ewoks Are All Imperial Spies

The Ewoks Reveal Their Secret Weapon, Mecha-Ewok

Luke Removes Vader’s Mask to Reveal a Mask of an Ape’s Face, Which He Then Removes to Reveal Patrick McGoohan Laughing Maniacally

Max von Sydow’s Character Beats Up Everyone (Because Max von Sydow Is Just That Awesome)

Poe Gets to His X-Wing and Actually Gets Away

Poe’s X-Wing Outright Explodes and Kills Him

Just Another Normal Day for FN-2187, Really

Kylo Ren Kills FN-2187 on the Spot

If You Try to Fly TIE Fighters the Way You Fly X-Wings, You Explode

Poe Survives the Crash Conscious, and the Explosion Kills Finn

Both Poe and Finn Die in the Crash

Finn and Rey Get in the Quadjumper, Then It Explodes

Finn and Rey Get in the Garbage, Then It Explodes

Maybe Rey Can’t Do This Piloting Thing After All

Rey and Finn Un-Fix the Toxic Gas Far in Advance of the Entrance of Those Undoubtedly Evil Intruders

Activating the Compressor Just Makes the Falcon Explode

Supreme Leader Snoke Is Actually a Hologram Front for BB-8

Supreme Leader Snoke, Formerly Known as Listerine Skywalker, the Lost Skywalker Triplet

Supreme Leader Snoke, Former Crew Member of the Millennium Falcon

Supreme Leader Snoke, Ex-Deathsticks Merchant

Supreme Leader Snoke, Ex-Diner Proprietor

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Jar Jar Binks

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Count Dooku

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of General Grievous

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Grand Moff Tarkin

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Lando Calrissian

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Wicket

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Chewbacca

Kylo Ren, the Biological Son of Kylo Ren (Due to an Accident Involving a Contraceptive and a Time Machine)

The Immaculate Conception of Kylo Ren

The Leader of the Resistance, General R2-D2

The Leader of the Resistance, General Jettster

The Leader of the Resistance, General Binks

Poe Goes on a Five-Minute Tirade on How His Jacket Is His Life and How Finn Really Shouldn’t Have Taken It for Himself

Poe Is Obligated to Tell Finn That Finn’s Preservation of His Jacket Means Poe Now Owes Finn a Life Debt

Han Shoots (Ben) First

Han Shoots (Ben) First, Although Kylo Ren Still Manages to Activate His Lightsaber a Split Second Afterwards

Chewie Shoots First

Rey Is the Master of the Elder Wand Lightsaber, Plus the Invisibility Cloak and the Resurrection Stone

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