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obaby-wan · 4 years

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Unlawful

Summary: Anakin is still a novice and Obi-Wan goes on solo missions. That is until the Council gives him a particular assignment, and he requests you to join him - posing as a couple. You had not seen much of your close friend since he lost his Master, and the mission serves as an interesting reunion.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Jedi!Reader

Wordcount: 9.5k I AM SORRY

Rating: T?

Warnings: Hurt? Slavery, child trafficking, mention of kidnapping. Someone inappropriately approaches Reader. Please let me know if forget something. But otherwise rather safe, basically soft fluff with a plot(ish).

Notes: I’ve done it! I’ve posted my first fic EVER, thanks to @maybege! This was her request for a fake marriage!Obi-Wan, which was a very scary and challenging and intimidating request given that it is the basis of her Play Pretend series, but I am overall quite proud of what I have produced. Naturally, any feedback is very much welcomed. Thank you!

Tags: @maybege @profkenobi maybe? If you have time and are interested and want to make a little me very happy but no pressure

You put down three cups and the teapot you had prepared, the smoky aroma steaming out from its mouth. Your life-long best friend Obi-Wan Kenobi and his padawan were seated across from you in your quarters, the young one still recovering from the training session he just finished with other younglings, his arms crossed and lips pouting. Obi-Wan has approached you earlier with a mission brief, suggesting - no, requesting, really - that you accompany him. Without his padawan. This earned you both a resentful silent treatment from him ever since said padawan has arrived and learned that he will not be needed. You, on the other hand, were internally as giddy and excited as Anakin was moody. You had only recently been knighted yourself. Your solo mission count was now steadily increasing, their success rate following the same trend. Yet, you still welcomed new assignments with the same eagerness you had in your early padawan days. Not to mention that this time, it seemed you will be partnering with your favourite Jedi master.

“Don’t look so frustrated, Anakin. Your first mission will come sooner than expected.” You smiled at the young boy, your words doing nothing to alleviate the frown between his brows. “Honey?”

He nodded in agreement, extending his hand to accept the cup you offered. You slide Obi-Wan his cup and put yours down in front of you, twirling the liquid around in an attempt to accelerate the cooling process. No honey for neither of you. Not with smoked teas. “Only fruited infusions deserve a bit of sweetness” He once told you. You had thought the words he spilled over your tea conversations were enough of a sweetener.

“Maybe I could come and pretend to be your son?” Anakin’s voice was small, hopeful. This pulled a laughter out of you and Obi-Wan, his smiling eyes meeting yours. The mission he was assigned involved infiltrating the court of a powerful king in the outer-rim, thought to be the general quarters of a slave trafficking ring. Young, underage slave traffic, to be specific, which explained why Obi-Wan would not let Anakin join. You wondered if he even told him about the nature of this mission. Your presence was requested to play to role of his spouse. The king was soon hosting his bi-yearly public exposition of newly acquired slaves, presenting them to potential buyers and you were to pose as a couple of such. It could have been a solo mission, but the king had a harem of wife whom the council suspected to be heavily involved in the court’s internal affair, and only women were allowed to interact with the spouses. That is why and where you were stepping in.

Obi-Wan shook his head, putting a hand on his padawan’s shoulder. “It is better you stay here, little one. Focus on your training. Besides, I believe you will be in possession of your lightsaber when we get back - and I expect you to be able to strike me down on our next spar”. They both smirked at the unspoken challenge.

“Is that true?” You took a zip of tea. “I was not aware you were already chosen to be in the next shuttle to Ilum. That is impressive”. The young boy’s chest puffed up with pride. “Master Yoda said it was learning too fast for the youngling group I am with!”

You glanced at Obi-Wan. Anakin building his own lightsaber meant he will have to take his training more into hands, relying less on common lessons with other young Jedi. Which also means that the time of his solo missions was short-lived and coming to an end soon. You were honored to be part of what could even be his last padawan-less assignment. Yes, this will definitely be an entertaining mission, a reminiscence of your mischiefs and adventures before you were both knighted.

You’ve know Obi-Wan for almost all your life, having arrived at the Jedi temple around the same moon as him. You were probably in the same crèche, although you did not have much recollection of that time. No, your friendship with him genuinely blossomed on the very same occasion that Anakin will soon face – the Kyber harvesting on Ilum. You were both selected for the same trip, the two youngest of your training group, and the two bests. A friendly competition ensued, which over time grew into a deeper complicity, unspoken rivalry trying to best each other’s records, pressed lips failing to suppress giggles when sneaking into the kitchen past bed time, understanding glances across training rooms when one would get caught and chastised, longing and warm reunions after your respective missions during your years as padawans and – support and understanding when he lost Qui-Gon, a dozen moons ago.

You had been the one to cut his braid off. You had taken the habit to keep your quarters unlocked for nights when meditation would no longer suffice to tone down the guilt and the grief he felt, preferring to spill his sadness to you over a cup of tea, burning his tongue on the beverage. You had watched as tears dripped into his cup, hoping the hot tea would burn away the sadness, too. He was grateful for your patience and comfort, always listening without a judgement. How he was unsure about being a master. How he did not feel ready to train Anakin. How he feared he would fail. “But fear is not the Jedi way”, he has whimpered in the dark, sitting on the floor in front of you, legs crossed, his forehead pressed to your knees as you sat on your bed. “No. But it is the human way” you had answered, your fingers slowly stroking his golden red locks in an attempt to sooth his ache.

You push those memories away. Obi-Wan has recovered, in his own way. He has slowly but surely gained confidence in his skills and his ability to pass them on, even warming up to referring to Anakin as his “little one” more often than as his padawan. The informality was not lost on you. The boy was clinging to his master like a young greysor to its mother, looking up to the man and telling him all details about his day in great lengths and details over dinner, every evening. Your eyes settled on your friend, realizing that it has been a while since you’ve got a chance to study his features with such proximity and you could not recall the last time you had been alone with him. You noticed how his traits have hardened since, how his hair, longer and now always neatly arranged, was now framing his mature face. He even started growing a beard, which you had not yet decided if you liked or not. His cerulean eyes met yours, and you couldn’t help but melt a little when you realized that those, at least, have remained as soft as you remembered. Anakin must be equally succeeding at painting more wrinkles and frowns to Obi-Wan’s traits as he has at keeping his heart tender.

“I am happy to hear that. I’m sure you will find your little trip to be insightful and… dangerous”. A spark returned to the boy’s eyes upon hearing your last word. He shuffled a little in his seat, his resentment about the mission suddenly forgotten and replaced with a curious fascination. You jumped on the occasion to ensure his mood remains lightened, a smug look on your face. “Have I told you about the time your master and I went to find our crystals, and Obi-Wan was afraid the dark?”

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Your destination coordinates where set into the navicomputer, the autopilot engaged. Everything was settled for the travel, and you both decided to indulge with an early dinner, hoping to be able to get a full night of sleep before landing at your destination. Obi-Wan headed for the ship’s kitchenette, opening the cooling storage and excitedly took out two packs of what appeared to be rye soup. “This is wonderful! I usually only get ration bars on these council ships”. He skipped back to you, face beaming, holding a box in each hand. He was met with your suspicious glare, lips tight together.

“Come on now darling, I only have to heat it up. There is no way I can mess this up”.

“Obi-Wan, I would trust you with my life, but allow me to doubt you on this one”.

You took the boxes from an exasperated Obi-Wan and headed back to the kitchenette, deciding that you will take cooking matters in your hands. Obi-Wan was… lousy, when it came to handling sustenance in any other way than putting it directly in his mouth (and even then). Burnt eyebrows and meals have been evidence of his previous attempts, and you may even have a scar somewhere on your arm, a relic of that time he believed the oven would be a safer cooking method. He had apologized profusely after managing to short circuit and set the whole thing on fire and had treated you with take-out from Dex’s every time you were meeting up for weeks after the incident. “If it still hurts, I can try to kiss the pain away.” He swore it was not just an imaginary balm for younglings, something about receptors and muscles and pain signals. You pretended the burn stung for days after you had removed the last bacta patch.

Once dinner was prepared and ready without having to call an intergalactic fire brigade, you both settled around the small and only table on the ship. Obi-Wan was practically lounging on the bench seat, and you were pleased that despite your high and respected status of Jedi Master, he would still feel comfortable relaxing casually around you. You set your bowls on the table and sat on the opposite bench.

“I have got to ask though Obi, why did you choose me for this mission? The council could have just assigned anyone else”.

You hoped the question did not come out as a complaint. You were more than happy – looking forward to, even – to start this mission with him. Although you knew that assignments from the Jedi council were usually of the utmost importance and highly serious, undercovers still help an aftertaste of game to you. And who better to disguise yourself with than your favourite partner?

“Well, given the delicate nature of our role, I would rather conduct this mission with someone I truly feel at ease with. Besides, I can’t imagine having to kiss Master Shaak Ti, if it came to that”. He laughed lightly at the image, raising a spoonful of soup to his lips – and burning the tip of his tongue on it. “I keep telling Anakin to be patient, but I daresay I cannot ever wait for my meals to cool down”.

You chuckled in response, hoping he did not notice the blood rushing to your cheeks. While you were glad he confessed to feeling serene in your presence, you had to admit you did not think of the implication of this disguise. You knew Obi-Wan well enough to be able to read him, and the Force could help you anticipate his actions. This would allow you to pass as long-term, close acquaintances, but how exactly were lovers behaving together, in public? How much affection must a crime lord couple display to pass as, well, a real, intimate crime lord couple? “We may need to go through quite a bit of details before we land. You know, setting our story straight and such”. He nodded, now passively stirring his bowl, his eyes fixing you intently. You averted his gaze and dipped your spoon in the rich soup, catching yourself realizing that you wouldn’t mind so much if the mission was to “come to that”. You made a mental note to strengthen your walls and empty your mind before landing.

“You must know, I am glad you accepted to join me. I haven’t got the chance to enjoy your company since you were knighted. You’ve made yourself busier than an old senator.”

You refuted his words, retorted that he was the constantly unreachable shadow, wandering between planetary systems and moody pre-teens. How often you went and knock on his door any time you were on leave only to be met with a locked door silently mocking you. He said that more often than not, he would meet the same fate (it’s true) and would try to fill his absence with little souvenirs he brought you back from his various destinations (it’s also true), leaving them under your doormat. You chastised him about it, complaining about that time he deemed wise to leave a bar of sweet-smelling treat in that specific spot, knowing damn well that colder days were approaching and the Temple had a floor heating system. By the time you had come back to your quarters, the bar was but molten goo and host to flowery mycelium. You complained about the mess it was to scrub and intentionally omitted to mention the blue box you kept under your bed, home to pressed flowers, amulets and other trinkets he has gotten you – you’ve kept every single one of them (expect the bar, which found its way straight to the waste bag).

Bowls were emptied, cleaned and stored away (Obi-Wan insisted on doing the dishes), and you both returned your focus to preparing the mission. Two travel bags and a satchel were waiting in your shared sleeping quarters. Digging through your belongings, you felt slightly anxious at the lack of neutral-coloured clothing and were met only with luxurious, expensive looking fabric with colours that would fit into any rainbow. You took out and set aside a long emerald dress and the heavy brown cloak, deeming them to be a believable travel attire to change into before landing.

Obi-Wan dug out datapads and a sealed, square box from the satchel. He gave you your datapad, which you supposed contained more details about the mission, and eyed the box curiously, turning it between his fingers, examining the object to find its opening mechanism. Finally, twisting the top part from the bottom of the box revealed its content; two rings and two identical pins.

“Ah, right. Married and crime lords” he stated matter-of-factly. He passed you one of the pins; it was golden and represented a wild bird, wings spread and embedded with precious gem stone. You supposed it represented the sigil of your imaginary crime syndicate, operating from the deep underworld of Coruscant, coordinating heavy weaponry and oil trafficking. Your cheeks blushed a little when you realized the rings where, in fact, wedding bands, and Obi-Wan has already slipped his on his finger, holding yours between his thumb and index. His other hand was extended “May I, milady?”

Your head jerked up to meet his cerulean eyes, a playful glint in their corners. You put the tip of your fingers in his calloused member. “I hope you have asked for my parents’ permission before so bluntly asking for my hand, sir.” He winked, running his hand through his hair to push back the growing locks. “I am afraid we are eloping, love.” Sliding the band onto your ring finger, the cold metal feeling foreign there, he added: “My dear wife.”

Somehow, your heart jostled a bit upon hearing his words and you smiled shyly. “Husband.”

Obi-Wan decided to meditate for a few moments before arrival. You offered he use the sleeping quarters for peace, as you wanted to go over the mission’s detail one last time in the cockpit. You must have dozed off reading about inter-rim smuggling routes because when you woke up, you were still curled in the pilot’s seat, a blanket you later recognized as Obi-Wan cloak draped over you.

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The outer-rim planet hosting your mission’s location was filled with luscious flora and where no greeneries grew, cities spread outwards rather than upwards, reminding you of a deceptive replica of Naboo. You landed in the royal spaceport, along with other foreign ships surely belonging to other “buyers” invited to the king’s exposition. Immediately upon setting foot on land, Obi-Wan’s hand found its way to the small of your back, then around, finally settling on your hip. So it begins, you thought. He met your eyes with a reassuring smile, giving you the confidence you needed to kick start your brain into immersing yourself in this new persona. You awkwardly leaned into his touch as the palace’s servant gathered your belonging, leading you to meet the group of newly arrived guest to the main palace, on the city’s rim, where you were all dispatched to your assigned quarters.

“His Majesty and his court expect all guests for a welcome dinner after sunset. He will be opening the exposition.” You were told when the servant opened the door to your room before handing Obi-Wan the keys.

The room, as could be expected in such milieu, was large, but decorations remained modest. Obi-Wan was already checking every corners of the room for anything suspicious when you were still taking in the beauty of the quarters. A thick deep orange carpet covered the dark wooden floor. A large mirror adorned a wall, reaching all the way up to the ceiling, reflecting the more-than-two-person canopy bed and its white veiled curtains. In a corner, a dining table and four chairs, in the other, a curved loveseat with white pillows. Another long plush couch was pushed again the wall under the window, next to the mirror, which offered an exclusive view on the forest surrounding the palace.

“Don’t even think of offering to sleep on it. I will not put up with you complaining about a sore back every morning”

“Actually, since I am quite larger than you, I thought I might be taking the bed – and you get this marvelous couch.”

You threw a pillow at him, and missed. “I do hope your fighting skills are better than your throws!” He set his bag down on the bed, claiming his side, his hand again in his hair, and your stomach sank a little at the realization that yes - you will really be sharing a bed, and it sank a little more when you couldn’t understand why it made you feel warm and shivering at the same time.

“If you steal the duvet, I will put my cold feet on you. Consider yourself warned, Kenobi.”

“Don’t worry darling, your body temperature is safe with me. Now let’s go for a walk, assess the surroundings. We have a few hours before the sunset.”

And then the sun set, and you had to get ready for dinner. You excused yourself to the fresher first, taking your bag, Fumbling again through the coloured fabrics with the same anxiety, you pulled out what you deemed to be the least ostentatious outfit offered – a loose satin grey dress, with straps so thin you were afraid they would snap at the first sudden arm movement, but at least it was long enough to cover the rest of your body. You put it on and stood awkwardly in front of the mirror, your eyes failing to recognize the reflection starring back. You did not like it – you were too uncovered, to bare, to exposed. This was unlike anything you ever wear daily, and the smooth fabric sliding on your skin felt too foreign for you to be comfortable. Turning around, you grimaced at how low the back was, now confronted with a literally visible underwear problem and decided against wearing one, cursing at the impracticality of formal attires. At least the cleavage offered more coverage. You keep most your hair down, still overly conscious about your bare shoulders, only twisting the strands that would frame your face behind your ears and securing them with crystal-decorated pins. And then you stepped out of the fresher.

And then Obi-Wan thought he died a sudden death and an angel has come to reap him. His mind wandered back to stories Anakin always rambled about beautiful being inhabiting the deepest corners of the galaxy and how they just seem to float in an aura than made them glow and he thought – this is it. This is his end, and you were his angel. And then only this last par was true, because angels aren’t reals but you were both real and ethereal and this was everything but his end, if anything it was the beginning of something he wasn’t quite understanding yet. He’s seen you before, but how has he never noticed you? You, the strong warrior he was practically raised with, now glowing in your silver gown, hiding glittering stars in your locks? If angels resided in the deepest corners of the galaxy, then he’s now found you a home in the deepest corners of his mind, and he knew he won’t be chasing you from there anytime soon – if ever.

You swore you saw Obi-Wan… blush? But before you could give it any second thought, his hand was holding yours and his lips were delicately pressed to your fingers and his bright irises searching for your eyes. Now it was your turn to blush. His other hand then scrabbled for something in his pocket, reaching for the golden pin with the wild bird and he once again whispered “may I?” before clipping in to the your dress, where the thin strap met the bodice.

“Is this all too much? It feels very inappropriate on me.”

“It’s beautiful.”

You wished he had said “you” instead of “it” but you gave him a smile and took his arm as you heard a knock on the door - the messenger servant sent to lead you to the dinner hall. You slip him your lightsaber, easier to hide under is loose clothes than your elegant dress. He opted for brown trousers and a deep purple linen shirt that he did not button all the way up. You silently admired your partner’s ability to just fit in anywhere, his posture straighter and more confident than usual (if it was at all possible), and his hold on you firm as he lead you sternly behind the servant. The jedi he is was well hidden under this new demeanor, and you did your best to mirror his expression, worried that you’d make your couple look underwhelming.

“Darling, I believe we have not talked about boundaries yet. The veracity of our act inevitably requires displays of affection, which I trust we both understand. But you must let me know if I ever overstep, as I may not keep my hands off you tonight.”

You nodded in agreement, very aware of the fact that he basically said he will be touching you – quite a lot. You were led through sun colored corridors, large windows illuminating your surroundings with the last rays of the dying day. Your arm still around Obi-Wan’s, you followed the servant out of the residential building, crossed a lush court surrounded by gardens and fountains and flowers smelling of power and credits into the main building. On your previous reconnaissance walk, you had noticed the exotic architecture, vaulted arches and high ceilings, pillars forming straight lines occasionally broken by mural ornaments. Everything was open, spacious and bright, but like your room, the decorations remained simple yet refined. Mouldings ornated each corner of the ceiling and the floor was a mosaic of orange-toned tiles. You passed by an atrium, open to the sky and home to yet another fountain. High class for an outer-rim world.

The dining hall followed the consistent décor of the palace. High ceilings and their mouldings and oh, – the whole ceiling itself was one big mirror. Three large tables were set, arranged in an open square formation. The atmosphere was already lively, and you were surprised at the number of people assisting to his exposition. No matter how hard the Republic claimed to fight against slavery, it remained a very much widespread practice in which too many lords seem to indulge. Another the thing that hit you – the women. You immediately noticed the contrast between the guests and the locals. The former wore similar attire as you, expensive evening gowns cut in noble materials (you winced internally as you realized that your outfit was indeed underwhelming in comparison), and the latter were covered head to toe in colourful fabric, long dresses trailing behind them, hair hidden under an assorted scarf. The different shape of their silhouettes betraying their diverse origins. They sat aligned at the table in the middle, two empty spots at its center, talking only to each other. The harem.

No other chairs were arranged, it will not be a seated dinner for the guests. You both approached the table on the left and when all guests have arrived and settled around the dinning arrangement, an old Zygerrian announced the king and his First Wife. Enter a tall, slim man wearing a long navy robe and a small, round, severe looking women. She was wearing a similar attire has the other wives, but the colour matched that of the king. He started his speech, something about lineage-long tradition of exploring and harvesting innocent youth across the galaxy to serve the best of the men and women. How he has mastered the art of finding only the best, most beautiful and promising beings and how excited he was to show them, how he will have them “parade” with his wives as dinner progresses, so each guests can get acquainted and take the time to choose their preferred match. Sales would be finalized at the end of the week and you wondered how choosing a slave could take so many rotations. You finally decided to pay a little less attention to the words and a little bit more to the people, your eyes scanning through the crowd for any interesting face, carefully probing them with the Force. You felt a little sick at the dangerous energy that emanated from the group. Malice. Greed. A little bit of fear?

You reluctantly left Obi-Wan to get you both drinks once the king finished his oration, glass raised and inviting the festivities to start. The reality of this mission sank in when hooded figures, too small to fit in, too young to be here, were brought in to the wives. All except the First Wife were assigned a figure and you noticed how each pair seemed to be of the same species. Guests immediately found their way to the drinks and sustenance before approaching the colourful covered pair closest to them. The man would always examine the subject as the women immediately started talking to the wife, and you understood your purpose in the mission. You could not shake away the nausea slowly building up in your stomach as you strayed through the crowd, eavesdropping on bribes of conversation, glancing each time a buyer your lift the hood off a little figure, revealing little boys and girls, face too round, eyes too wide, soul too pure to be put in this situation. Trying not to overthink their origin and breathing your distress out, you were making your way back to your fellow Jedi, two ruby wine glasses in your hand when:

“I am surprised someone in your youth would already be looking for another toy. Aren’t they too young for you?”

You turned around and were met with a handsome man, visibly an unaccompanied guest. You did not fully understand the meaning of his words, but you observed he was roughly your age.

“I am not quite sure what you mean sir, but I suppose I could address the same question back to you?”

“A man never has too many toys”.

The way he said it, his tone, sent a shiver down your spine and you crossed your arm to hide the goose bumps you could feel rising your hairs there. He flashed you a smile, all teeth and undeniably, dangerously charming, and you smiled back curtly, every fiber of your being screaming at you to turn around and cut the conversation short. You were starting to get an idea of what was really going on at this auction and you did not like it one bit.

“However do you mean by that?”

He stepped closer to you, taking one of the wine glasses from your hand, shamelessly taking a long sip of it. You straighten your posture, refusing to break his stare with a blink. Against your better judgement you readjusted a stand of hair behind your ear, bringing your own glass to your lips.

“Look around, my dear. We are about two decades younger than most buyers here, surely we must be seeking different things from them.”

“And what is it that you seek?”

Another sip of wine. His eyes bore into yours.

“Pretty things.”

And before you could answer, Obi-Wan has found you, his hand back to its place again on the small of your back. He was followed by by a pair of Togrutas, a veiled wife wearing light blue garments, her hand on the shoulder of a little Togruta girl, dressed in similar colours, eyes fixed on the floor.

“There you are my love. I need you to officiate my study of this young girl.” Then, turning to the lad beside you, “I don’t believe we’ve met?”

You all introduced yourself, and Obi-Wan stiffened when Perry, from Cantonica, bowed and managed to brush his lips against your knuckles, holding your hand a second too long to his liking. He reinforced his grip on you. You were already too close to him when he spotted you, and he did not miss the way Perry’s eyes crudely wandered over your figure. He nudged you towards the waiting Togruta pair, and you began asking questions you believed slavers would ask – her age, her health, strengths and weaknesses. The wife answered patiently answered, her eyes never leaving your face and her hand never leaving the girl. From the corner of your eyes, you saw Obi-Wan kneeling down in front of the girl and his hand moved to examine her limbs and montrals. To an outsider, he would seem like a natural, but you saw has his touch was firm but gentle, and how he seemed to softly ask permission to the little girl before moving to another body part. Obi-Wan’s heart broke a little when she only nodded in agreement, her lifeless eyes never leaving the floor. Perry was still observing you in silence, his eyes curiously darting between Obi-Wan and you. Finally, he released the little girl and you thanked her matrona.

“I see you are unaccompanied. Given the situation, I will be happy to lead an interaction in your name.”

“I will be happy to just join you in your meetings, if you’ll allow me.”

You seeked Obi-Wan’s eyes for approval and he nodded. The evening continued like this for a while, the three of you alternating between the buffet and meeting other younglings, some more talkative than others, and you mediating the interactions, repeating the question the men were asking directly to the matrona, who would only answer to you. Perry seemed to take a particular interest in two of the older ones (you tried not to gag), and Obi-Wan chose a little Twi’lek as fake target. You noted that the little boy reminded you of Anakin. Some of the kids surely originated from the core planets, noticing a Pantoran, and you wondered how the king managed to have such a broad diversity. Not that you’d know much about slave trade, but you were still surprised. By the time the event drew to its end, both your mind and body were exhausted, and when Perry tried to drag Obi-Wan into a private game of Sabacc in the king’s quarters, you nudged him to go (for more information, you whispered softly). Perry noticed how you hastly took your leave, excusing yourself for the evening.

“Do you not kiss your wife goodnight, Kenobi?”

Obi-Wan’s eyes met yours, unsure what to do, trying to fight the urge to just slam his lips against yours and giving in to the temptation to explore your skin, drawing constellations along the trail of his mouth on your neck, but not daring to without consulting you.

“Only in the privacy of our room.”

He still pulled you close on last time and his lips brushed your temple, inhaling your sweet scent. You tried to ignore your disappointment. He didn’t want to let you go alone, and there was no way he could discretely slip your lightsaber back to you. But you were a resourceful women and he trusted you to make it back to the room without incident. As you left the main building, you spotted a group of the wives discussing around the fountain, seemingly more relaxed and joyful than they were in the dining hall. Their conversation died and a stern look settled on their faces as you approached, asking if you could join them. With a little use of the force to sooth any distrust, you managed to ease into their discussions, hoping that the wine that flowed this evening would loosen tongues and appease suspicions.

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Your mind was wandering on the sharp edge between awake and asleep when Obi-Wan came back to your room, tiptoeing his way across the entrance. You had let his bedside lamp dimly lit for him, and you observed quietly as he removed his shirt, his bare chest and their red hair and taut muscle on full display for you. Has he noticed you were awake? You felt guilty for prying, like you were witnessing something deliciously illicit, but the way his skin seemed to gleam under the dim warm light, shadows only enhancing his features, how he look strong yet tired and vulnerable had something too mesmerizing for you to tear your eyes away.

Of course he had noticed you weren’t sleeping, but he wasn’t going to let you feel embarrassed for starring. Besides, he couldn’t resist putting on a little show, one last treat to end this tedious day before slumping next to you. But as he was pulling his shirt above his head, he suddenly felt self-conscious about his nakedness, and decided to quietly disappear into the fresher. You were right, joining the Sabacc tournament gained him access to exclusive information, some he could easily pull out from drunken lords, gladly taking hints he was dropping to steer the conversation the way he wanted to. He had so much to discuss with you, but for now he had to focus on getting the smell of spirit off his scent and getting himself into bed with you. That last part was making him more anxious than having to face a tantrum-throwing Anakin, and despite the late hour, he opted for a quick shower.

Clean and absolutely worn out, he silently slid under the duvet next to you, careful not to wake you up. You were really sleeping now, your back facing the edge of the bed, your breathing soft and steady. He took one last look at you before turning the light off, how your lips were slightly parted and pouty, and your chest rising and falling in a peaceful rhythm. How your hair framed your beautiful face, and he chastised himself once more for not looking at you earlier, for taking so many years to realize what he had just here, right in front of him, and how he didn’t know what to do with it. It – the fuzzy feeling in his stomach that did not seem to settle since you landed but only to grow in intensity as he could not peel his eyes off you the whole evening. And when he fully put his weight down on the mattress, you shifted a little bit closer to him, your warm radiating under the blanket and he thought he might suffocate when he noticed how small the straps of your nightdress where, and he couldn’t help but wonder how soft you must feel if he were to hold you, but then your leg brushed his and he scooted just a millimeter more against you.

“Good night, little one.”

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It was in a silent mutual agreement that you both ignored the fact that when you woke up this morning, your legs were tangled together, his arm somehow found their way across your middle, your head resting in the crook of his neck, and he stole an innocent kiss from on your forehead when you were still weary. It was in a silent understanding that when you got dressed and went down for breakfast, the hands you held with each other was nothing but another façade, another prop to the act you play. At least, that’s what you both tried to convince yourselves with. That was why the overall you chose this morning was a little bolder, red, mind you, and the cut twice as deep, this time both in the back and the front. The visible underwear problem remained and at this point you gave up on wearing any. The bodice hugged your curves in all the right places (he tried very hard not to stare), the wide bottom pants flowing around your legs despite the thicker material. On the practical side, it had pockets, and the looseness of the pants allowed you to strap your lightsaber to your inner thigh. That was also why, like yesterday, Obi-Wan secured the pin to your strap, his fingers lingering a moment longer on your collarbone, a subtle caress to the skin above your breast.

“It’s the wives” you say later, your voice low, briefing him on your findings from the previous night while munching on some local fruit. “Did you notice how they are all from different worlds?”

“The king steals them from their home. People he deals in business with, or poorer, farther-rim systems. He offers protection to whoever is the sovereign there. In return, they have to give up their first daughter as wife, or son as slave – I don’t know what is worse. And they have to send two child here each year, a boy and a girl, elected by their people as the most beautiful.”

“I can’t believe such an elite slave trade exists with such young ones. The younglings are to be auctioned. It starts tonight. You can already place your bid with the respective matrona. Most buyers are from the core planets too.”

“They must hold a record somewhere.”

“The First Wife. She coordinates everything. She should have an office. And Obi-Wan, we might want to sneak a matrona back to Coruscant as witness – not all of them want to be here nor agree with this. Stars, Anakin would hate this place.”

He nodded approvingly, his look shutting you up as Perry appeared in your line of sight with the First Wife. She greeted the both of you, saying she insisted on meeting each customer personally, asking about if you’ve already spotted any preferred candidate, and what kind of leverage you were interested to offer up as deposit to secure a higher chance of acquiring them. You kept your answers short, ignoring Perry’s eyes on you, mentioning the young twi’lek, and a shipment of unrefined oil and spice, lying perfectly when needed and sticking to the cover story the Council had prepared. But then:

“I couldn’t help but overhear – who his this dear Anakin?”

You felt Obi-Wan tight tense up under where your hand was. You sent him a reassuring nudge through the force, putting on your most tender smile and said:

“Our son, your Majesty. He is ten.”

“Ah, then you might be interested in our little Saya. She’s a bit younger, human, but it’s good to have them match a younger age. Makes them more malleable, you know? I will have her matrona and her meet you tonight.”

You thanked her politely, saying you will need to discuss the matter with your husband first but appreciate the gesture. She updated you both on the activities the king has had organized for the guests; a visit of the baths for the females, a hunting game for the males, and left, moving on to the next table. Obi-Wan was admiring your quick wit, growling after Perry’s insistent gaze on you, at the fact you will again be separated, and you were still processing the interaction.

“Brides,” you whispered in horror. “They’re selling the girls as child bride, Obi-Wan.”

His hand squeezed yours in understanding, and you both decided to head back to your room to discuss your next plan of action – getting evidence. Tonight.

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When you got back to your room after hours dipping in various bath waters, Obi-Wan had scrambled a note that they had come back early from the hunt and already had to join the dinner party. You took yet another shower today – who could have thought so many different baths existed? Mud, sea salt, ocean salt, dead salt (whatever that was). This night, you opted for a an exquisite chiffon blue dress (his favourite colour), again with an open back (you both secretly enjoyed when his fingers absentmindedly caressed your skin there) with a slit high on your leg (but not high enough to reveal your saber) and your hair tied in a high bun (maybe his fingers will wander to your neck too) and when you left your room that evening feeling like a million credit, you arrived at the window where we was waiting for you in the hall just in time to catch the sunset.

“It’s beautiful.” You said as you reached his side.

And despite the horrific truth behind the mission, and the exhausting day he just had putting up with the other crime lords talking about the slaves like lifeless objects, he thought you must have been bathing in the very same sunset because when he replied with “yes, beautiful” it was you and not the window he was looking at. His knuckles again found their home on the skin on your back (you screamed a little inside) and you could feel his chest pressed into your side, his warmth welcomed on your bare flesh. And then his breath against the back of your ear, the ghost of his lips barely brushing against your pulse.

“I like it.”

“What?”

“Your beard. I wasn’t sure before, but I’ve decided I like it.”

“Oh. Anything else you’ve decided to like about my body in my absence? Perhaps I could give you a tour?”

“Obi-Wan,” you gasped, amused. “Are you flirting with me?”

A light chuckle escaped his lips before they found their way to the soft skin behind your ear again. “Perhaps.” His voice was sweet, teasing. “What kind of husband would I be if I did not woo my beloved wife every now and then?” His lips dipped lower to the crook of your neck and pressed a chaste kiss there, his stubble deliciously burning your skin. You turned around, hiding your shiver. His impossibly deep cerulean eyes were smiling at you, and you swore you saw them trail down your cleavage first and you rolled your eyes at him behind your lashes. His cheeks were flushed, a smug smile spread across his face. You really wanted to feel those lips on your too, now. Thinking of something to do to break this tension that surely you weren’t the only one feeling, your hands went to readjust the collar of his tunic.

“While I do highly enjoy this, I need you focused, Kenobi.”

“Given how little I can do without your presence with the wives, and the drinks I was peer pressured into drinking, I might let you take the lead tonight.”

You made a point to tease him about it the whole evening when guests were called, and like last night, the matronas were already aligned with their protégés. Unlike last night, the atmosphere was tense, and you could already see quarrels rising when two buyers started bidding wars for a same subject. You refused the drinks the servants were offering (one of us has to stay sober, you said with a wink) and led Obi-Wan to the little twi’lek from yesterday. Speeches were made, more bid placed, food served, live music played and peoples have started dancing when Obi-Wan excused himself to the fresher (your skin burned where his had was resting this whole time). Perry approached you.

“Will the lovely lady grant me this dance?”

With no valid reason to excuse yourself, you had to accept. Immediately, his hand was too low on your back and his grip on your hand too tight, his breath smelling heavily of spirit. “Your husband is very protective of you”. You did not like the way he whispered into your ear; too close, too wet. “Would not agree to share you – and I’ve never heard prices go this high.” You tried to pull away a little, but he only pulled you closer, his hand now even lower. “Did he tell you I killed the largest game today, hm? I shall deserve a prize for this, don’t you think, pretty thing?”

You were about to get back to him, ready use some force to get out of his grip if you must.

“That’s enough.”

Obi-Wan was back between the two of you, jaw clenched and eyes dark, his voice deep and threatening. You took advantage of this distraction to untangle yourself from your unwanted dance partner, who gave you both a polite nod, an irritating smirk never leaving his face before leaving.

“Are you alright little one?” His hands were cupping your face, thumbs tracing circles on your cheeks. You closed your eyes, leaning into his touch.

“Drunken men and their wandering hands aren’t enough to upset me, Obi-Wan.”

“My brave girl.”

He pressed his lips to your forehead, pulling you closer to him. Your heart skipped a beat at the praise.

“What’s the trouble?”

“These men –“ he looked around, “tried to bid to have you, all day. Perry was the most insistent.”

“And?”

“No one will lay a hand on your as long you are mi- you are with me”.

He wanted to say mine. “You are mine”. Because you were, and you knew it, but he would not dare to call you as such yet. You said nothing and placed one hand on his shoulder, taking his hand in the other. He picked up on your unspoken requests, balancing his weight on his legs, and soon your head was resting on his chest as he tried to clumsily lead you to the rhythm of the music, trying to follow a melody neither of you knew. He may have stepped on your feet once or twice, but you didn’t mind. You looked up to his face and his gaze was already on yours, and your hand went from his shoulder to the back of his head, pushing it down to your neck because you couldn’t stand him looking at you like that without your stomach doings somersaults.

You looked up to the ceiling, the large mirror reflecting the dining hall, a whirlwind of people and tints and tones tangled together, mixed into an incoherent splatter of colours that made you dizzy. You tried to spot your own reflection, wondering what you’d look like in his arms, but you couldn’t make out a single face in the mist of the dancing crowd.

What you did spot, however, was the First Wife, her bright golden reflection standing out from the crowd, slightly apart. And then it clicked, and you were back in the present moment. The mission. The girls. The records. You whispered in his ear, your voice tinted with urgency.

“She spies on people. The mirror. We can’t wait until the end like we planned. We must slip away while the room is still full, it will make it harder to spot us.”

He agreed silently, and with a few more steps and twists and turns, gradually led you through the mass of dancers, towards to back door, and when you were far enough, you waited for that beat, that moment to sneak out of the dining hall in silence. Obi-Wan produced a computer system key from his pocket and lead you through corridors and stairs. “I spied on her when we got back earlier. Her quarters are above the halls,” he explained. And that where you went. You hoped his inebriety has lowered and kept your senses in alert as you arrived in a pink clay corridor, in front of a large wooden door. You trusted Obi-Wan that this was the right place, and when you found the control panel, he gave you the system key. You were fast enough, and with a little bit of guidance from the Force, managed to unlock the door.

“Be quick,” you whispered, and he slipped into the office, leaving you to guard the passage.

And he was quick, reappearing with a triumphant smile, slipping what appeared to be a holochip under his tunic. You proceeded to attempt to close the door, only for it to get stuck half way. To make matter worse, you could hear footsteps coming down the corridor, approaching at a steady pace. Calling on the Force to keep you grounded, you focused on the key turning in the panel, aware of all the notches position it went through. Then the door closed and locked, just as the footsteps were reaching you, a flash of golden yellow hinting something bad, and before you could think, you grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand and pulled him to you, pressing your back to the wall, your dress covering the still open control panel.

“What are you doing?”

“Covering us.”

You put your arms around his neck and pulled him for a kiss. He didn’t react at first, slightly dumbfounded and taken aback, but once he caught up to your thinking he snaked his arms around your waist and pressed himself further against you. His lips responded to your, engaging them in a silent conversation that only grew more heated at you heard the footstep stop. Your heart must have also stopped too, and you weren’t breathing anymore, too aware of the pair of eyes on the two of you, too excited by the tongue that was now requesting entrance to your mouth, and you granted. Conversations turned into a dance, tongues trying to dominate the other, teeth grazing and nipping at lips. You closed your eyes, this was all too much. And then he moved down to your neck, his tongue laving at the skin there, tracing kisses into a pattern down to your shoulder. You felt his hand reach behind you, down your leg, his body following his movement and his lips now nipping at the side of your arm. A slight tug on your dress, and he was reaching back up, his hand now dipping beneath the slip of your dress, pulling your leg to hook it around hip. His fingers kneaded the skin on your inner tight, and you gasped at his audacity, but when you felt something cold pressed again your skin, you realized he had removed the computer system key and secured it to your strap, next to your lightsaber.

You heard the footsteps again, their echo a diminuendo as they departed. And Obi-Wan heard it to, but he did nothing to pull away, and you did nothing either. Instead, his ministrations toned down, growing softer, turning into tender nipping at your jaw, timid kisses on each corners of your lips. You slowly withdrew your leg from his side and he sighed at the absence of contact. You kept your eyes shut, knowing that if you were to open them, the blue gaze that would meet you will be your end. So you waited until he relaxed his grip on your waste, his teeth grazing your skin one last time, and there was nothing left of the two jedi on a mission but panting bodies and hungry stares and cheeks flushed with blood and intertwined fingers. Then a scary thought crossed your mind – this meant nothing, this was just a cover, and you turned your face away, gently pushing him back. He released you, trying to regain his composure. You kicked the door of the control panel closed, and when you looked back at him, nothing on his face betrayed the events that just transpired – not even wet lips. He was all serious eyes and stern face, and you both agreed to head back to your quarters to contact the Council immediately.

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The holo-records Obi-Wan stole were sent via a secure pulse transmission to the council, which revealed that numerous high placed personalities from Republic planets were involved in this slave ring. The Senate thus took the matter in their hands, deciding to send their law reinforcement for arrests before the sales would be concluded at the end of the week. Obi-Wan and you were to leave the premises before things got dirtier, and a few standard hours later, you were both back in your Jedi robes, all lavish make-up and attire stored away in their original travel bag, like a circus would fold up its tent after a show. You stayed silent as Obi-Wan typed in the coordinated back to Coruscant, drawing your legs up to your chin in the co-pilot’s chair.

You turned the wedding band around your finger, the last piece of your costume you had not gotten yourself to remove yet, thoughts wandering around the symbolism and the implications that came with such a small piece of metal. Obi-Wan sensed your inner turmoil and, the autopilot engaged, turned his chair to face you, taking your hands in his.

“What is it, love?”

“The band. It is strange to think that two people fall in love, and the whole foundation of their trust, their intimacy, everything they share is held like a promise on one finger, and taking this away means taking everything away.”

“Very much like us, our lightsabers and the Order. It is but another token to a lifetime commitment.”

“We commit to a code, to a place, a lifestyle and the Force. But do we ever really commit to anyone? I feel like a fraud wearing it.”

He gave you a strange look, and you hoped he understood that you were not questioning your allegiance to the Order. Just where my heart belongs, you thought. He stayed silent, his fingers playing with said band, turning it around your finger. You couldn’t tell where this was coming from, thinking that your emotional ramble was no longer valid now that the mission was over and he would not understand why you suddenly felt so empty – because it means going back to being Jedi, and not unlawfully wed husband and wife. But then he pressed both your hands to his forehead, bending in front of you like he did that time he was crying over his fears in your room.

“Please don’t ever think what happened on that planet was meaningless. There is no one else in the galaxy with whom I would have wanted to indulge in this experience but you, and I would like to do it for as long as you’ll have me. If you’ll have me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and your thoughts had not caught up with your words when you blurted out:

“I want you Obi-Wan. Always.”

You pulled him up to you. His lips met yours again, and this time you knew it was real. It was soft at first, as if he never kissed you before, lips exploring lips and when he familiarized himself with the map of your curves and corners, his teeth nipped at your bottom lip, his tongue seeking yours. You opened your mouth to him, and he pulled you up, pressing your body into his and you melted a little as you became one with him. His arms wrapped you in a tight embrace and your hands found their way around his neck, in his hair, tugging the lock affectionately. He hummed in content, you sighed in relief.

You knew this could – would – mean long discussions about your values, the conflicting dichotomy between listening to your feelings but not indulging in them, that it would mean more secrets, stolen glances and forbidden touches, another perception of the time and space between you and him, parsecs and moons away from each other during missions. You smiled against his lips as you thought about how things always come in pairs; light and dark, moons and suns, seas and skies, days and night, and how maybe, you and him could be the two counterparts of your own binary system.

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petrichor — rintarou s.

suna rintarou x fem!reader

sypnosis: suna was grown to hate everything within the castle or most likely everything else but when a simple commoner came into the picture.. well.. tags: royal au, TRAGICALLY RUSHED ENDING, fluff and a little angst sunareii is writing . . . this has been in my drafts for almost a month and decided to finish it despite hating it halfway but since it was already in 3k words i had too. i'll proofread this later, i'n tired and in need of shower

word count: 4.3k

suna was never fond of big parties or parties in general, there were countless of times where he told his parents, the king and queen, that there are no need to have some lavish gatherings for something so simple as his own birthday

the two majestys however couldn't fathom of how could their own son that they raised isn't accustomed to the events they hold yearly despite the fact they've been doing that before he was even born

well, maybe because they aren't the ones who practically raised him, the long-time servant of theirs took genuine care for him as a child and as a adolescent more then his parents could possibly give.

the two majestys however couldn't fathom of how could their own son that they raised isn't accustomed to the events they hold yearly despite the fact they've been doing that before he was even born

he could only frown as he hears the heavy doors swung open from his upstairs bedroom, which was seven floors away from the ballroom where the celebration was being held. at that point he doesn't even desire to celebrate his date of birth if it were to be as mediocre as this. royal gatherings are always so extravagant, too extravagant yet so uninteresting and repetitive, why even waste the time and effort someone worked hard for?

suna rolled his eyes as he finally reached the ballroom and sat down on his own throne. the entire room was covered in gold decorations, chandeliers that only ever bright in a occasion such as this, the guests wore ravashing gowns and suits with silver rings as if they're the host(tess). a few rustles can be heard from the guests then the enormous door slam shut everyone became silent and the day begins but first a long unnecessary speech from the king.

'is the twenty foot tall entrance mandatory for every palace is there?' he thought to himself

ting ting ting ting

his father who sat beside him created a noise, loud enough to get everybody's attention with the use of his steel fork and well-made glass just for him. suna grunted silently at him before the king stood up and spoke "welcome and thank you all for coming, we are incredibly delighted for you to be able to come at our only son or as you may know prince rintarou's seventeenth birthday"

suna could feel his father eyeing him in the side as if saying that he should have been the one to speak at that moment, but then why would he be taking responsibility when he didn't wanted this party to begin with

suna shifts his body on the seat uncomfortably as his father continues his fabricated discourse. no, suna was certainly not happy of them coming, how many times does he have to say it? the prince gawped at every side of the room to see many familiar faces, he could only deadpan repulsively—if that's even a thing—the guests looked far too chummy in spite of not even being in a deep relation with his family. suna wanted nothing but to run away from everything.

"yer look down in the dumps for your birthday" atsumu started to babble, his booming of a voice resonates moderately at the empty halls, the only hall that's completely clear, no noisy pigs or bodyguards whatsoever

"yeah, atleast you don't have to share your birthday with this idiot" osamu groused eating the pudding he unquestionably slipped with him, "hey! where did ya get that?" ginjima asked, suna wouldn't confess this to anyone but he particularly like time like these where he doesn't have to use any baffling mannerism along with some close acquaintances that couldn't care less of how he talks.

however unlike the three close acquaintances he doesn't have any brawny accents, suna sighs deeply before looking at them in the eye, "isn't it obvious, the parties get boring overtime, not like it was already boring to begin with" he explains

"and the champagnes got old too, don't they have anything else to drink?" ginjima questions "what's a champagne?" atsumu bewildered "i like parties, one of the only times i get 'ter eat delicious food" "yeah, cause ma puts ya in a healthy diet especially when you started sneaking in some baked goodies from a commoners bakery" osamus twin said who got sunas senses and attention all to atsumu, unbeknownst to him.

"how'd ya find a way to get out, we literally share the same room"

"ever found out yer a deep sleeper?"

"so ya ran away at night then!"

"i wouldn't say 'ran away'"

"the bakery is open even after hours? "

"nah, i made a deal with the baker, he's a good man i'm tellin' ya"

"do you have a royal guard with ya? ya could have been killed not that i would care but— "

"unlike you 'tsumu i am an independent prince, thank you very much!" "and yer exchange his food for what?"

"golds, hundred of them if you have to ask"

"like ma and pa would let ya have that much"

"who said they let me have 'em in the first place?"

"... you didn't!"

"i did!"

"i'm disappointed osamu, thought yer were the better twin" ginjima shakes his head in dissatisfaction.

"see, 'samu? you're a disappointment, snitching in some riches from ma when you possibly know better! just wait 'till aran and even kita hears about this!"

"what'r ya? a tattletale little brat!?"

"let's go back there so i could tell ma ya've been stealin and get yer ass grounded!"

"wait-!" suna cuts in as the blond twin stood with his left foot forward ready to disclose information and see his brothers downfall.

"what is it suna?"

"... you look stupid today" suna says before walking away, leaving atsumu rather astonished in a way. "told ya green tunic doesn't suit ya"

"the least you could do is give lady shiozaki a bit of courtesy" his father taunts at him, pointing at him as if accusing him of something vile, take osamus thieving for example. suna knows that by courtesy he meant kiss the top of her hand, his face grimace at that as his father puts his finger down looking at him with a offended look,

'it's my birthday, if anything they could kiss my— '

"rintarou!" his father shouted in rage, even the platters and cups on the table that laid so still tottered from the kings petty action

"you— you ungrateful child!"

"what did i do?" suna questions, his face stays in a blase even when the royal whatever is about to erupt like a volcano after years in the waiting line

"rintarou, my dear.." the mother finally has spoken through all the sore talk of a father and his son. "you're way too nonchalant but heedless" she says softly like a woman singing a lullaby to her baby, but suna is no baby

to make long story short, the father could only threw a fit as he watched his son, nod at his complaints with an expected apathetic look that irked the king of a guy even more than before, provoked he sends suna to go to his room and lock him there 'till he learns his lessons 'cause you know, parenting 101 logic and stuff.

they wouldn't know but suna is peeved at all completeness and abundance of insignificant orders, sweet cakes that now tastes like stale bread and bogus geniality that even he, had done formerly to many suna would have fought him if he wanted too but he just couldn't bring himself to do it because of hallow reasons

but that didn't matter, he watches from outside as he sees his father soothes himself whilst with his wife brush his hand, trying to cool him down most likely. yes, instead of being in his bedroom he's out there off the foot of the castle grounds. unfortunately for him though, he didn't had the chance to grab any lantern's or candles for him to use as the sun plummet and the blue moon had took a rise.

'now what' he says to himself, there were barely even stars to guide him his way tonight but only the dusky moon ray could help him. he figured it's enough to accompany him for the night since he didn't have any sort of options. he walks forward to southeast with the knowledge that it has the nearest town he could go to before sunrise, atleast he hopes so.

he trails down the bulky grounds of the forest, allowing the eerie sounds of calm or danger to surround him. now's the only time that he begun to contemplate what will he do once he gets to his destination, start a new life maybe or go back after.

'no, i'm sure father eh.. knights will come fetch me soon after they realize i was gone, sadly.. '

the dark element of the skies covered the rain to watch for, thus suna's taken by surprise, the forest surely didn't have any hut or any of the kind, so he lets the droplets patter around him, from his hair down to his chest the raindrop go.

he sits down by the old tree that slope downward, he exhales deeply from frustration, 'i couldn't even go as far as this, the guards probably notice my absence by now and—’ his thoughts were cut off short by a flicker of light coming from behind him.

"there it is! i knew you'd be here!" then came a voice, a figure in the distance not too further away from him moves around in the trees that seems to almost close at them.

"is someone there?" the feminine voice say, the voice sounded silvery-like perhaps fluttery is a better word for it. the girl pulls out her lantern to suna's spot where he sits, the rain grew cold and strong as minutes passes, wind brushed off their exposed skin fiercely. "why are you here all alone, it's dangerous here of all places!" she shouted as she runs towards him not letting the frightening storm throw her body down. "are you okay?" before he could even answer, a tree not that far infront of them went down,falling onto the grass, without letting him answer, she immediately grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him out of the woodland where all sorts of danger could occur

he wakes up with shivering bones, his blanket or what seemed just a rug to him gave him little heat from the cold he was exposed in. "are you awake?" a voice asked in worry, his eyes fixated at the woman infront of him wearing simple dress, length just below her knee along with a stained white apron holding a small basin

'is there two of her?'

he thought as the sight of her doubles suna attempts to stand up but the heat burns his skin all around his body. "you shouldn't stand up yet!" she exclaimed, rushing towards his side, setting the basin to the ground, dipping a piece of cloth before placing it ontop forehead, "you shuld rest then —" her words couldn't be heard anymore as suna could only faint.

subsequently, the fog that enveloped in his head has eased, he's fever isn't gone but he surely gotten better by just a few hours and yet the rain hasn't ceased

"What.. where?" he murmurs rewinding everything that happened the night before. suna finds himself in a strangers house, the living room is combined with the kitchen, no doors or walls to separate both rooms. the living room doesn't have a big fireplace where he used to keep himself warm in during the cold season, there is nothing much to be seen in the kitchen just a few plates and condiments and then a table with a flower vase ontop right by it, suna assumed that that is already the dining area.

he's at the couch with the blanket and wet cloth draped over him, the bowl of water is still beside the him, suna manages to move his arms to take care of himself. just then the door infront of him swings open revealing the same person he saw before, her tangled hair in loose braids that's pinned behind her head, a bit of her hair sticking out of every direction. regardless of her poor housing and clothing suna thought she was pure and alluring

"hi" she greeted rather bashfully

"hello" suna said back with a blank expression

"are you feeling better?" she inquires as she puts the basket she was holding down on the table "better thanks to you" he answers earnestly, she smiles "dont mention it"

"you must be hungry" she says, a bit like a whisper, she starts grabbing the pan and eggs from the basket, getting the stove ready. "no, no. you've done enough, i'm not really that hungry" he claims intensely, but the sound of his stomach grumbling contradicts what he had just said.

she giggles silently before continuing what she was just doing. the sound of sizzling and occasional water splash engulfs the room, suna proceeds to treat himself 'till when she have finished

"say.. what were you doing out there in the wilds, all alone in the night?"she inquires hesitantly as plates clatter around the kitchen "did you run away?" she asks more

"sort of.."

"here" she says handing him his plate with eggs, bread and pieces of grapes, 'that's a weird match of food' he thoughts but chose to not question it as she already helped him enough already and also because he doesn't have much choice

suna could feel her eyes analyzing him up and down while he eats, growing uncomfortable he stares back

"sorry, i haven't catched your name yet"

"oh.. its.. su..--hibiki.. katsuo"he answers the last minute, he knows that his palace is pretty popular in quite a few places and knowing from some prior experience the person infront of him could give him a threat for money or sell him for ransom which is very unlikely.

his white lie didn't go through and naturally she knew he was lying even so she played along just because.

"i'm y/n l/n, feel free to call me whatever hibiki"

the smile she sent him tug a string to his heart, feeling sheepish with the tense atmosphere around him, they shortly finished their meal.

"y/n, what were you doing there in the middle of the night?" suna asks, the rain slowly winding away as she opens the window from the kitchen side and suna does the other.

"hmm, i lost my house key"

"why would it be in the forest of all places?"

"well, i do pick fruits and berries from trees and such for a living, sometimes i help carry lumber from tree cutters" she explains, tiny droplets of water falling leisurely from her house roof, the rain had passed but on the flip side the clouds are still dyed grey

y/n inhales lively, taking in the good fresh air after the rain. "don't you just love the smell the rain leaves behind?" she asks avidly, suna doesn't know what to say and opted to stay quiet and whiffs the scent y/n was talking about

"do you plan to come back yet, hibiki?"

"uh, no, not really"

"great!" she beams with a smile before walking towards the front door and opening it for him. "you still haven't changed your... quite fancy attire from last night" her words trails down inaudibly as she looks up and down at suna's choice of clothing which was the same dress robe he wore from his birthday partyas

they step foot out of the house, the village is already packed with people. girls chatting, kids playing and men working. the place is productive and conscientious something that his palace guards lack, his bodyguards were anything but a bunch of old drunkards once they have their break and though they are some younger ones just a few years older than him that works as a protector but there's rarely any of them

"hey! daisy, who's that little fella with you?" a elderly man said as they reached a small bakery with great goods. "goro this is hibiki, hibiki this is goro, he owns the bakery shop and has the best one around here" she explains, "well, the others are certainly not all bad" suna has never heard of such a heavy accent before,

'and i thought the twins dialect was the worst'

"so what brings you here today?" goro asked with a deep voice, "he's kinda lost and doesn't have a spare clothes, i was wondering if we could borrow some"

"well of course! happy to lend some help for the new guy, my son has a loads of clothes to spare for a life time!" the mans voice was defeaning to say the least, "haruto can-!" as if his son had already heard him a small pile of clothes is thrown at the stairs that is built just at the side of their house

"here ya go! you can go change at the back room" goro says then another voice chimed in the conversation

"what's the occasion? wearing glamourous outfit in a place like this?" the son sneered as he stood at a narrow terrace attached to the wooden stairs. he looks down at mockingly mocking him for his appearance

"don't let him blow yer gasket" goro says reassuringly while patting his shoulder

"thanks" he deadpans but with a little more emotion than he used to display with his father.

afterwards, y/n gave him a little tour around places, he used to see this small town from his library window pane but diving inside upclose feels alot bigger than he anticipated. saying suna had fun would be an understatement, he feels something larger than just joy.

safety, vulnerability and mostly freedom. he wasn't necessarily held captive inside the castle like the backstory of every damsel in distress, the tables may have turned in this story, the prince who was trained with a sword have been the helpless damsel during the thunderous night whilst dearest y/n being his knight in just a dirty old dress. but what was he gonna do with his sword skills at the stormy evening? battle zeus?

needless to say he doesn't even have his mighty sword with him, how naive.

"when do you plan to go back?" y/n questions randomly at their peaceful stroll back to her residence, "i'm not too sure" he answers back hoping to change the subject.

"your parents are bound to notice your absence being the prince and all" she enunciated casually, suna stops in his tracks

"you.. knew?" he croaked

"from your princely outfit and the place i found you, i stick two and two together"

his mouth curved down in exasperation, his fist clench tightly, his nails almost digging his palms

"your royal highness, i request nothing of you than you might think, to be quite frank i didn't knew how to approach you first-"

"it's okay.. i'm not mad" he soothes with the softet voice he could master, the tight grip of his hands decreased and he exhales slowly to calm himself down

"i mean after today, i never assumed you were the type" and he partially knew his dishonesty was noticeable with just how he stood but he left that part out 'cause he couldn't handle the shame he felt

"are you going back though?" she fretted with a begging tone as if she doesn't want him to go

"do you want me to?" he teased

"no! i mean if you really need too"

"is it okay for me to stay at yours for a little while?"

"of course! you're welcome at my place anytime!" she immediately answered cheerfully

"it just feels nice to have some company again" she mumbles discreetly but suna heard it loud an clear.

and he did stay, longer than he should've, it's like he left his royal crown behind his bedroom and also like his parents have forgotten about him, he learned and loved many knew things such as wood cutting and though he doesn't have much experience but he's working on it

suna had insisted to work for y/n seeing as she was letting him sleep in her house unpaid. he surprisingly have very strong stamina. for most of the week, suna made sure to pay her back for her kindness and hospitality every single day regardless of her resistance

he felt butterflies in his stomach as he recollects the warmth he felt when she suggested him to sleep in the same bed as her and though at first he thought nothing much of it except the berth had little no space between them and he could feel her soft breathing beneath his skin, he possibly spent half the night admiring her face as disturbing as it sounds

oh, and the splinter he had by some means on his first try of using an axe, y/n was there for his aid although it was just a splinter he was bleeding alot. suna had enjoyable memories there and most of it was literally every interaction he has with herhe loves everything about her from her kindess to her boldness even

but of course, suna knew he would be found anytime by now

it was a nice morning whereas suna was alone in the house when suddenly the door bursted open harshly breaking it,

"your royal highness, we have finally located you, the king and queen are worried sick!" the knight explained, "you must return home immediately" he said grabbing into his wrist while suna resisted, "i dont want to!" suna keeps saying but to no avail, the guard buckled him up on the horse between two other guards

this knight was extreme loyal to his father and he follows his commands more than anyone else, suna would admit his father treated him more as a son and loved him more than him but he didn't wanted to leave just yet without seeing her for the last time knowing that he'll most likely forever be locked in the castleand despite suna having to take his fathers place sooner, the knight somehow had power over him.

"let's go back on the road, hiyah!" the lead went up into the air before smacking onto his white horse, the animal hurriedly went west eith just one slap of the rope, suna looked back at the city behind him, many people crowded to watch the prince leave their home waving at him merrily presumbly knowing he was royalty all along

suna did wanted to see y/n for the final time however seeing her beside the audiences watching his leave was indescribable, he couldn't tell what she was feeling from the distance he was in but he certainly felt isolated again and so were she. the continuous sound of a horses hoof racing towards sounded annoying to him and he wanted nothing more but to dismount it

when he finally came home he was only greeted by his mother and a few other maid and butlers to welcome him back. of course, what did he expect from his father. suna went straight to his room without a word, his mind stuck to the question of how was she doing and how did the guards found out where he was, she couldn't have told them.. right?

that night is certainly eventful, when suna walks down the corridor to get a little fresh air only to receive a heavy news once he hears his fathers voice from the dining hall talking to his soldiers and it seems to him the king will send them for battle between another kingdom"but his majesty, the king you are aware that we'll also ambush a town with no involvement into this matter”

"they don't matter having to govern an extra land is even better, the decision has been decided the night before, you'll leave within the next minutes and go straight forward to invade the southeast!" he yells, his plan is rather reckless and is relying to brute strength. knowing his father, suna didn't say anything and hides back to his room

thunder strikes loudly ringing his ear as he tries to cautiously open the stable, he could feel the rain slowly dropping one by one by the second, grabbing his horse before he disappears away from the castle.

sad to say, the fighters on both sides have beaten him to it. even with the rainwater going down suna could still make out a bit of smoke from the town

he grips the lead tightly, it's almost unrecognizable, everything was demolished, burned down and he hopes to atleast see someone alive other than the soldiers who was ordered to fight

"y/n!" he screams piercingly and as if on cue lightning struck feets away from him, almost blinding him. instantly making a beeline to her house that was also gone and burned to ashes

suna dismounts his horse and started yelling like he'd lose his voice by tomorrow while also picking up the wooden pieces of the house

"y/n! goro! haruto!"

rather than the sound of thunderbolt like earlier he heard a gunshot that scares off his great horse away to the darkness

"wait-"

in his mind, he knew he was done for when he hears the rapid footsteps towards his direction, then it stops as the person halted catching their breaths but suna couldn't hear them stopping from the heavy rain that's almost drowning his ears. he takes a step back to turn around and face them only to see the face he loves so much

he may have did lost his voice and could only run towards her, their lips touching each other then and there and the place around them is not the most beautiful place to get your first kiss but when the two finally gets who they truly needed nothing else matters

#haikyuu suna rintarou #suna rintaro #rintarou suna #suna rintarou angst #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou imagine #Suna Rintarou #haikyuucreations #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert

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launchsteinward · 4 years

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This is for the MB week challenge by @somebodyalreadytookthis2

Monday:

Bewitched

Once upon a time...

There where two brothers. Twins of royal blood. One, outgoing: a rather reckless but powerful optimist, a hand to hand combatant and sword wielding fighter.

The other, quiet and reserved : a realist who would rather spend all day reading books than socializing, a powerful spellcaster and a rather good strategist.

Perhaps if they both worked together, the kingdom would reach an even higher state of greatness and development.

Nevertheless, both princes grew up together and supported each other- even with their contrasting personalities.

The first prince: held in high regard by many and looked up to due to his friendly but fierce nature. The second Prince: not so much. Due to his lack of appearance in many social events: he was basically a myth to many citizens. Almost nonexistent. Not that he minded. The second prince preferred not to draw attention to himself. It allowed him to see areas and attitudes the kingdom showed that no royalty could ever hope to see. It gave him a better understanding of people and he loved it.

One day, the second prince had snuck out of the castle: years if experience guiding him. Today he decided to visit the outer ring of the castle: where all the farmers lived. As he made it there, he saw the farmers arguing: apparently over a few black flowers that had bloomed in one of their farms. As they were arguing over who would uproot them, the undercover prince took it upon himself to volunteer to do it.

Ignoring how the farmers looked at him like he was out of his mind, he made his way over to the mentioned farm and instantly saw the flowers.

They where beautiful. The flowers appeared to be roses. Roses the prince had only seen drawings of in books. Black roses. A starking contrast with the yellow stacks of wheat and golden buttercups dotted here and there. In a way, it reminded him of himself and his brother. Shaking off the thought, he wondered why anyone would want to uproot such rare and beautiful black roses.

Sighing to himself, he supposed the farmers may have been the superstitious type and believed they were moon blossoms: mythical flowers said to be cursed. 'Not like those actually exist'

He started plucking the flowers- one at a time. It didn't take long, only a few minutes in fact before he had a handful of the gorgeous flowers. The farmers thanked the prince greatly before asking for the uprooted flowers to burn. Hesitantly, the prince gave up the flowers he had: secretly keeping one for himself. 'It would be such a waste if flowers as beautiful as these were just burned.'

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After returning back to the castle and acting like he never actually went out, the prince placed the flower in a small cup of water on his bedside table. He watched the sun set over the horizon as his eye lights started to get foggy and his eyes drooped.

His eyelights flickered to the flower one last time before he fell into a deep sleep.

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"Hey Brother! What could have brought an introvert such as you here: to the training Hall of all places?" The first prince's voice popped up, startling the second prince back to reality.

'Where am I- what-' the second prince seemed to panic causing the first prince to bring him to a hug. After calming down the first prince gently repeated his question from before in hopes of distracting his twin from whatever cause his earlier distress.

The younger twin leaned into his brothers embrace for comfort as he stuttered out quietly "I-I cant remember-". This cause confusion in the first prince before he had to calm down his twin yet again from another panic attack. "How about we go inside and we can talk about this with mom and dad?" The usually confident twin asked with a sweet but gentle tone. Nodding ever so slightly, the first prince picked up his brother like a child (causing the second prince to pout in embarrassment) and made his way over back into the main area of the castle.

The memory loss incidents had become more and more frequent, so much so that the young prince had gotten used to it. His parents sent for the kingdoms best doctors and medical practitioners when they heard of what happened. They all had related these memory loss incidents with his weak state during childhood. Not being able to do anything about it, the workers in the palace was informed of the second princes condition and told to tell him where he was and what time it was if he ever seemed confused. The second prince found this very helpful and made sure to thank any and every worker who had helped him.

Word had come about that there was a new Demon King with a newly built demon castle nearby. The king and queen worried about this but decided to pay it no mind and avoid it. As long as the demons stayed away from them, they would stay away from the demons.

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The Demon king smirked. It was finally time to put his plan into action. There he stood, infront of the first prince's bed, a malicious smirk on his face. Silently he casted a sleep spell, ensuring the prince wouldn't wake up through this.

Carrying the first prince like a child (and earning a small sleep grumble from the prince himself) he entered a glowing cyan portal.

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EXTRA:

"Um... I dont mean to be rude Cross but do you even know where the Demon Kings castle is?"

Blue dead panned. He had started to realize that the so called hero wasn't all he was portrayed to be.

"Isn't it outside the kingdom?"

Cross asked cheerfully as he continues to make his way through the market.

"Well yes- but its actually to the north. Where going south right no-"

"Excuse me, but do any of you have a numchuck by any chance?"

Blue was cut off by the voice of a young girl. 'A numchuck? Why would any of us have a-'

"Actually I do. What do you need it for miss?"

Blue almost chocked on air. "WHY THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A NUMCHUCK"

Cross sighed over dramatically.

"Oh Blue. Silly young naive Blue. It's common courtesy for anyone- especially demon hunters or knights to have numchucks."

'NO IT ISN'T-' Blue yelled inside his mind, mental tears being shed.

"Actually, I need those to beat the idiot who ate all my- well, the details are insignificant. May I have them or not?"

'That sounds oddly suspicious. Theres no way he'd give them to a citizen' Blue reassured himself.

"Eh- sure why not" Cross shrugs

'He gave them to her anyway- ' Blue mentally facepalmed.

"Oh thankyou. I'm Core by the way. Where might you be going if you dont mind me asking?" Core asked curiously, putting the numbchucks in her inventory.

"The Demon Castle- though I dont know where it is"

"-Like I said. It's in the opposite direct-"

Blue was cut off once again, his patience starting to run out

"Oh, I know exactly where that is. I even know a short cut actually." Core popped up drawing both of our attention. "You see that door there, yeah- the one to the left. Just go through that door right there and you'll be on your way"

Blue didnt even bother coming up with a retort. He decided to just sit back and see where this went.

"Like ok kid, opening a pantry door will totally take me to the Demon Kings castle"

Cross mocked as he opened the door.

"Holy shi-"

Cross fell through the door.

Blue sighed following after him. Blue opened his eyes and gasped in shock. Infront of him, surrounded by a field of black roses, stood a castle made entirely of vantablack stone. The sun had started to set on the horizon, causing orange and gold light to be reflected off the dark glossy windows. It was truly magnificent.

Blues gaze went back to Cross who had landed on his face and was cursing up a storm. He smiled in amusement. 'At least things are about to get a little more interesting

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Before

#Monday: Bewitched #undertale au #god this took along time #and its the one with the least amount of events ;-;#MB week challenge #moon blossom au challenge #moon blossom au #@Somebodyalreadytookthis2

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fe-semi-decent-scenarios · 4 years

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What if s/o ended up rejecting their marriage proposal? Not because there was someone else but instead from not being ready to commit. Maybe since they're still young and s/o doesn't want to hold them back from other opportunities now that the war is over? (whatever house or characters are fine! Thank you~)

[As someone with their own skepticism towards marriage, I can totally see this happening tbh. Those precious babies have basically spent their entire lives up until that point either battling in school or fighting a war, so a few years of me-time are definitely owed to them]- I’ll do BL for this since they were my first run. Hope you like it!

Dimitri:

Let’s get one thing straight. Dimitri is ready to marry you and become your partner for life. The moment he popped out that ring he laid himself bare to you. He’s yours, and wants you to be his.

Upon rejection he’ll be hurt, but he also won’t fight you. It is your decision how to spend the rest of your days after the war. By Sothis you’ve earned that right at least after everything that’s happened.

It’s when you bring up the “holding him back,” issue where he’ll rebuttal. That familiar glint of distress will bypass him at the words. You could never. Hell, your presence alone shrouds his world in light and he makes sure that you know it before going your separate ways. Be it through a sweet kiss, or words of affirmation; he’ll do it all.

“My beloved...I will wait for you. I will always be waiting for you”

He’s already lost so much, but he won’t lose you. He’ll wait as long as you need to feel comfortable.

He keeps the ring safe at all times in a pocket sewn into his cloak

From then on he won’t bring up marriage again until you do first. And when is happens? Get ready for him to whip out that bad boi all over again

Ashe:

For once he isn’t a stuttering mess. This is supposed to be a happy moment...so why aren’t you smiling?

He came into the goddess tower entirely prepared for rejection, but that didn’t make it hurt any less

Well, until you elaborated further. Ashe may be awkward but he is no fool. He knows where you’re coming from, and is happy you’re sharing how you feel.

“If you want to wait, then we can wait,” would be his immediate response. He’d extend his arms out for a hug and wait for your initiative to respect your boundaries. If you accept he’s over the moon

Going slow doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen. This is a chance to treat you like the goddess you are in his eyes. From then on he’s sure to properly court you like he would have done if the war never happened

Dates, flowers, strolls in the woods, etc. He puts his knowledge of romance novels to use

One day you both will be wed, but for now he’ll appreciate the little things you do together. As long as you love each other then that’s what counts

Felix:

The main reason he popped the question is because a life without you is one that he doesn’t want to live

I won’t sugarcoat this. When you reject him he gets upset. The goal of this was to ensure you’ll be in each others lives...but now what? Are you saying that he’s not good enough to share your life with?

He doesn’t say anything when you reject him(which is what scares you the most)

All you can glimpse is how his eyes glaze over, and that familiar scowl paint his lips

Felix storms off immediately to go let off steam before he says something he’ll regret

Leaves so fast that he drops the ring.

Panics later when he can’t find it, searches for two days, and naturally concludes that you were the one to pick it up after asking around

You’re the one to approach him to return it. Naturally, as Felix does, he gets snappy

“I don’t need your pity,” he says. It takes everything out of you to get him to listen beyond the rejection. Upon hearing that you just want to wait he calms down.

He tries to play off his stubborn behavior but you see through it, just like you always have. You’ll still take him after that childish display, right?...right?

Dedue:

Dedue is...discouraged. Who wouldn’t be after being rejected?

It doesn’t show much though. He’s the type to kind of nestle those personal feelings down until no one is around

Hope still remains though. Just as with the others, he knows that waiting does not mean forever. For now he will stay by his highness’ side while you take the time to find your place in the world

Dimitri actually takes the news harder than Dedue. He was certain that you to were going to be wed, and that Dedue would finally have the peaceful life he deserved

After explaining the situation thoroughly he is happy for you both, and even offers to give Dedue as much time as he wants off to spend with you

You both still go see the flowers of Duscur together, just as planned. That time is a memory he holds precious to his heart, and it made him come to realize how nice slowly learning about each other can be

While not often, when you both take excursions together your bonds do grow. He loves when you share stories of the places you visit, and in turn learning more about you as a person.

Sylvain:

He’s been there and done that with commitment insecurities

By far the most understanding of your situation out of all the lions. He’s lived with the fear that people would want him only for his crest his whole life. In all honestly, he’s relieved that you’re one to take things slow

There isn’t even a misunderstanding between you two. He waits till you’re entirely done talking to digest your answer.

Hey, it’s better than flat rejection <~{Sylvain’s thought process}

“So...this means there’s still a chance?Yes!” his enthusiasm after being told no shocks you to the core

He’ll respect your wishes always. If you feel that you need time to find yourself before committing to him then he wouldn’t dream of stopping you

When you are ready to spend your lives together he will happily go flaunt to all his friends that he’s a taken man. That’s just his style.

Each and every day you spend together only makes him want to marry you more. When the time is right he will do everything in his power to ensure that you don’t regret having him at your side.

Ingrid:

After the loss of Glenn her heart is fragile, but not glass

She will be happy in all honesty. As long as you both care about each other then she could care less about putting a label on it

It’s just that her family says otherwise, you know? She’s going to have to produce an heir at some point

But hey...some point doesn’t have to be now. She may be a knight by title but that doesn’t mean her dream ends here

While you’re off exploring the vast horizons of the world she’ll be off doing what she believes is right. From stabilizing the Galetea household, to aiding in the renovation for Faerghus. Just because the war is over doesn’t mean her job is

When you both do decide to settle down she’ll be genuinely happy. It will be when you both take time for yourselves, and can maybe not almost get killed every day

Annette:

Annette will probably shed a few tears post-confession, so be prepared. These are tears of happiness though. You do care about her, and you do want to stay with her even if it is not how she pictured it

It may not be a proposal, but maybe one day???

“R-really? You mean it?” She’d say when you assure her that you share her feelings, but want to take things slow

She might playfully slap you when you express your views of holding her back

Yes she has potential but so do you. Never EVER think that she wants anyone else, or that she views you as baggage

No matter where you go, what you do, or whatever happens in the world: Annette will always be in contact. She’ll send letters if you’re far, visit if you’re near, and don’t you ever forget it.

“Hello! I hope that you’re safe and eating well! I miss you so much-” Most letters start like this. She’s a worry-wart.

Mercedes:

Mercedes is a well-rounded person. Due to this she’ll most likely know how you feel before you even say anything. It’s a gift I tell you

Out of all the Lion’s she’ll be the one to suggest a courtship and time apart instead of you. She doesn’t expect a proposal, but will still express her feelings

She has her own goals to fulfill now that the main fighting is over. While she’s in good health she wants to help people, so it doesn’t rub her wrong if you want to leave

“Promise me to take care of yourself, okay” despite this she will always worry

A proper courtship is in order for you two. She’ll bake you sweets, and you’ll prep the tea. When you both have downtime it’s like magic. Nothing beats getting to know each other without tomorrow’s battle hanging over your heads

Just...don’t entirely leave. Even if you both are waiting it’s important to ensure each other feels validated. That goes for all relationships, not just yours with Mercedes

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thiswasinevitableid · 3 years

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Back in Time (Indruck superhero AU)

This was based on a prompt requested by several folks on the Indruck discord, and is set in the same universe as “The Thrilling Adventures of the Green Knight,” taking place some time after “Aww, Rats.” It deals with memory loss, so if that’s a no-go for you this is one to skip.

Duck Newton is proud of how far his boyfriend has come. How a man who was once, in his own words, “a hissing, scheming villain” now dedicates his life to protecting the city of Kepopolis, fights side by side with Duck to keep their home, their city, and their friends safe.

But sometimes, he wishes the self-preservation instinct that ruled him as a villain made more appearances. If it did, Duck might not be sitting outside the med bay of the hideout, jiggling his knee while he waits for news. Indrid might not have thrown himself in front of the blast from Dr. Amig Dahlias’ newest invention.

Duck might be unconscious in the med bay instead, but he’ll take that outcome any day.

The door slides open and Dani pokes her head out, “He’s waking up.”

“Oh thank fuck.” He rushes inside, takes Indrid’s hand as the silver-haired man groans and shifts on the cot.

“S’okay sugar, you’re in the base, everyone is safe, just take it easy.”

Red eyes blink open. Then stay that way, wide and scanning the room.

“I...I am glad everyone is safe. That is good. But, ah, I, I…” he turns to look at Duck, “I’m sorry, I do not know who any of you are.”

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“Is it permanent?” Duck corners Dr. Octavius the minute he’s out of the room. The doctor is one of the best when it comes to dealing with damage from supers of all kinds.

“I’m not sure. That blast he was hit with dealt a massive blow to his memory; as far as I can tell, he can’t remember anything from his past. Not his childhood, not his time as a villain, not all of you. I don’t know if this was the intended result, but the blast also severely dampened his precognition; his powers are functionally dormant.”

“Fuck.”

Dr. Octavius sets a hand on his shoulder; they’ve known each other a long time, he’s been patching Duck up since his days with the Chosen Squad. Some childish part of Duck’s brain had hoped he could make Indrid better, the way he always made Duck.

“It may not be permanent, and I think the chances are good the memories are all suppressed, rather than gone. I’ll consult with some colleagues to see what can be done.”

“Thanks, Doc. Is he okay? I mean, uh, is he scared or anythin?”

“Mainly confused, which is understandable.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.” He waves as the man departs, then grabs his phone. Maybe there’s someone else who can help.

Dr. Mwangi arrives a half hour later; she’s Indrid’s therapist and, like Dr. Nelson, the vet, she’s one of the few people in Kepopolis whose office is neutral territory. She helps supers of all alignments, and Indrids’ flashbacks are more easily handled since he started seeing her.

“Just...do you think there’s anythin I can do to help him remember?”

“Any photographs, items of emotional significance from his past or present, those might help bring some memories back to the surface. Maybe taking him places that he’s fond of, or where important things happened. And I agree with you all that keeping all the super hero business quiet for now, as it could be completely overwhelming. Other than that, all we can be is patient. Is he staying with you?”

“Yeah. Our place is the safest, thanks to all the security he installed, so if word gets out where we live or that he’s incapacitated in some way, no one’ll be able to get in and hurt him.”

“That’s good. But I was more concerned with the need for him to be with someone he trusts. Even if he doesn’t remember you, I suspect he’ll feel safe with you.”

Duck looks into the other room, where Indrid is chatting with Aubrey (“I have a niece? That’s wonderful”).

“God, I hope so.”

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“You are...my boyfriend?”

“Yeah” Duck is fighting to keep a gentle smile on his face, to not crumple at the lack of recognition in Indrid’s eyes, “we been together almost two years.”

“You seem very nice. And handsome. I must be very lucky.”

“Here we are.” Duck flips on the lights, shuts the door and arms it, “home sweet home.”

“This is love--OH, oh hello.” Indrid smiles as Chicken runs up to them, demanding her dinner, “who is this.”

Duck’s heart twists with disappointment for the three-hundreth time that day; he keeps hoping the next thing they encounter will be the one to jog Indrid’s memory.

“That’s Chicken.”

“She’s so charming. I had no idea cats could be hairless.”

Duck nods with a tight smile, is digging out the new bag of cat food when Indrid chirps with delight.

“Rats! You have rats!” His face is pressed to one of the boxes of Ratopia, his mischief of five scurrying up to greet him, “I love rats, they are so clever and resourceful.”

“They’re, uh, they’re more yours than mine. They missed you, see?” He opens the nearest door on the enclosure and five furry little bodies run out, squeaking for treats and attention. Void clambers up Indrid’s body like a black comet, letting out indignant noises when he finds Indrids coat without it’s usual special pocket for his “heart rat.” Indrid scoops Void into his hands, studying him.

“I am sorry, little ones. You seem to know me, but I don’t know you. I would like to, though.”

“You, uh, you wanna spend some time with them while I get dinner goin?”

“Yes, please.”

Duck starts water on the stove, pulls down the box of pasta, when Indrid speaks from behind him.

“The same applies to you, you know. I do not know you, Duck Newton.”

The box crunches in half in his hands

“But I would very much like to.”

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It’s been three weeks, and Indrid’s memory shows no signs of returning. Duck tries to hold onto hope, tries looking on the bright side, but it all turns to rubble when he feels the empty space beside him in bed, makes a comment or reference only for Indrid to blink in confusion.

There is one bright spot, which is that Indrid insists Duck starts their courtship over. He’s adamant that he wants to build up to dating Duck again, that he clearly has met someone wonderful and is not about to let a little bout of amnesia get in the way, thank you very much.

So Duck takes him on date after date, finding some happiness in watching Indrid experience things he enjoys for a second-first-time. They get Gelato, Mrs. Nguyen shooting Duck a puzzled look when Indrid asks to sample several flavors, rather than ordering his usual Blue Moon with marshmallow sauce on top. They go to the movies, the zoo, to one of Aubrey’s magic shows, and all the while Duck keeps his hands glued into his pockets; Indrid is still learning to be comfortable with him, and he will not so much as brush a hair from his face unless he’s sure it’s what he truly wants.

When Indrid takes his hand as they’re walking out of a movie, Duck tears up with embarrassing speed.

Today, they’re in the Monongahela, Duck taking Indrid on the lake loop. As they round a patch of reeds, the taller man points out onto the sparkling water.

“What kind of ducks are those?”

“Wood Ducks” he replies softly, then laughs to himself, “you must really like ‘em, they were one of the first things you ever, uh, ever asked me about.”

“Really? I suppose that makes sense, their coloration is stunning.”

“Yeah.” Duck watches the two birds paddling on the water; he can’t be certain, but he thinks they’re the same mated pair that fascinated Indrid two years ago. The memory of Indrid, voice curious and shy rather than taunting, asking Duck what the bird was over the phone makes him ache down to his neurons.

“I’m sorry, Duck. I know this cannot be easy on you.” Indrid is watching him through his slightly tinted tortoiseshell glasses, “to have to wait for me to fall in love with you again.”

“‘Drid” Duck takes him by his shoulders so they’re face to face, “I can’t lie for shit, so I ain’t gonna say I don’t wake up everyday hopin you remember me. But what I want outta all of this is for you to be happy, to have whatever kind of life feels right to you. Even if we don’t end up together in it or I, uh, I ain’t in at all.”

Strangely, Indrid smiles, soft and bright, as the admission hangs between them. Then he cups Duck’s cheek and leans down, kissing Duck so lightly that it’s only the sensation of too-cold hands on his skin that let’s Duck know he isn’t dreaming.

“Wha-”

“It just felt right.” Indrid smiles wider, and holds a little tighter, wondering if this is it.

His phone rings, the tone that signals “shits going down, suit up.”

“Fuck.” He grabs it, brings it to his ear “go for Duck”

“It’s the fucking White Star boys again. They’re threatening to set off a bomb from the top of the GreenBriar Mall and are causing a major scene downtown.” From the sound of it, Barclay is driving as he talks.

“Fuck, okay, lemme get Indrid somewhere safe and I’ll be right there.”

“Somewhere safe? Duck, what’s going on.” Indrid pulls his sweater around himself

“Long story, swear to fuckin god I’ll tell you later, now come on.” They run back to the car and Duck floors it out onto the highway. The nearest safehouse is close to the mall, so he can drop Indrid there, change, and go help his friends.

This plan goes up in a literal cloud of smoke as cylinder hits the hood of the car, releasing a black cloud and causing Duck to careen into a fire hydrant.

“Guess we’re closer to the whole mess than I thought.” He grumbles, grabbing his spare mask from the glove box and ripping off his shirt to reveal his hero garb underneath, “you okay?”

“Not really, as we just crashed and there is a lot of yelling happening outside.”

Duck takes his hand, “It’s probably obvious, but I’m a superhero, and a bunch of dipshits are tryin to blow up innocent folks. Stay close to me, I’ll try’n get you somewhere safe and come find you after this is taken care off.”

Indrid does not look convinced, holds onto Duck’s hand like he’ll be sucked up into space if he lets go.

“It’ll be okay, ‘Drid. I promise.”

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He focuses on Duck’s hand as they run, as if the link between them is enough to keep him safe. The chaos around them, the shouting and dust and disaster in the air, it all feels familiar. Then again, of his boyfriend is a superhero, maybe Indrid’s been in this situation before.

Duck’s fingers are ripped from his own as the hero is tackled by a bulked-up man with a white star on his back. They two grapple on the ground, rolling out of sight in the surrounding smoke. Before he can call out, pain shatters through the back of his head and he hits the ground, pavement scraping his hands. He flips over, finds another starred man sneering down at him.

“There you are. We all had bets going on whether the good doctor killed you with that ray.”

“I” Indrid scrambles back on his hands, head ringing too hard for him to stand up, “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb, Cold. Everyone knows where the Knight is, you’re right behind him like some weird fucking shadow.”

“I’m not, I swear, please, I have no idea what’s going on.”

The man hits a button on his belt, and a short staff, covered in what looks like sci-fi barbed wire, springs into his hand.

“Let me tell you, then: you’re a pain in the ass, and I’m going to enjoy killing you.”

“Wait, please” his hand connects with something cold, and his fingers tell him it’s a bit of broken pipe.

“Oh yeah, it’s gonna be fun to squash you like the bug you are.”

Indrid watches him raise the weapon. His fingers curl around the pipe.

And he lets instinct take over.

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Most of the mob scatters as soon as Aubrey gets the smoke under control, but some of the more determined White Star Boys put up a fight. Duck throws one off of him, turns towards the commotion of two more fighting-

Oh fuck.

“Indrid!” He runs towards the melee, then skids to a stop as his boyfriend takes one down with a skilled, precise blow to the head. The lands a cut on his cheek with a Bowie knife and Indrid snarls, whirling to break the offending hand and knocking the man’s head to the side with the lead pipe he’s using as a staff.

The man goes down, hands weakly covering his face, and Indrid hits him again. And again.

“Moth, for fucks sake, stop! He’s down, you don’t gotta kill him!”

Indrid locks eyes with Duck, tilts his blood-spattered head to the side.

“You have the wrong villain, hero. I am The Sword. And you are in my way.”

Indrid lunges and Duck braces to take the hit that never comes. There’s hissing and cursing from above him, and he looks up to see Indrid trapped in red light.

“I came to help the Lady Flame” The Quell regards Indrid with sorrowful eyes, “but it seems we have a far worse problem than those little power-mad stars.”

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“He’s much quieter than his brother” Stern stands outside the Pine Guard holding cell with Duck, while Indrid sits calming inside, eyes shut as if in sleep, “The Flame monologues whenever he gets a chance.”

“Of all the goddamn parts of his life to remember” Duck clonks his head into the wall.

“I called every specialist on our roster; the consensus is that one of the white star boys must have attacked him. In moments of that kind of intense stress and fear, sometimes people revert back to what they first learned. In Indrid’s case, it was his training to be the perfect villain.”

Duck grunts in acknowledgement, keeps his head on the wall so he doesn’t have to look at the man he loves reverted to his worst instincts.

“I promise we’ll take good care of him until our next move becomes clear.”

“Thanks, Joe.”

The agent takes a final look through the glass, “We’ll get him back somehow. Come on, I’ll walk you out.”

They’ve just reached the parking lot when alarms sound and lights flash, Joe’s communicator ringing like mad. He looks at it and blanches.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Indrid got out?” It’d be the perfect, shitty cap to a perfectly shitty day.

“Yes. Do you want me to call in back-up?”

Duck shakes his head, “No. I was real good at huntin’ down the Moth. Think I can find The Sword the same way.”

He doesn’t add, as Joe wishes him good luck, that he has a horrible feeling he already knows where Indrid is.

Unlocking the apartment door, he takes two steps before his own SmartWhips close around his torso and arms. Indrid steps out of the hall, grinning at him.

Duck sighs, “Yeah. That’s why I figured.”

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Indrid studies the trapped hero, wondering if he should ask him the main question on his mind, which is whether this location they’ve been pretending is an apartment is Indrid’s hide-out or his. He’s been searching it for twenty minutes and even with his foresight back he cannot tell. He did find his staffs, smart glasses that are confusingly red rather than silver, and a set of wings he knows are based on a prototype of his.

But that is not the most important question to his mission.

“Where is The Flame?”

Duck shakes his head, “Not tellin you. You were the smartest villain I ever faced, Indrid, and I don’t doubt you could bust him out no problem. But you and I both know you don’t want that.”

“It is my duty to free my partner. It is for the best.”

“Is it really? You honestly tellin me you wouldn’t be happier far, far away from that brother of yours?”

Indrid forces his face to stay calm, but his guts twist; how could Duck know how often he wishes Apollo would go on a mission and never come back, or just leave him be for a few days so he could do something, anything other than villainy.

“You know nothing of my brother.”

“The last time he saw you, he tried to blow you up, tortured me, and then tried to kill in some weird trainin arena. He’s a cruel, egotistical dipshit.”

“That...that sounds exactly like him. Very well, maybe you do know what you are talking about. So tell me where he is, and I will not be forced to get the information from you another way.”

Duck squirms, afraid, but stays silent. Indrid hauls his to his feet.

“Tell me where he is.”

“No. Let him rot, it’s what he deserves.”

“What he deserves is immaterial. What matters is he will get out one way or another and if he does it without my help he will-”

Duck gives a knowing look. Indrid huffs, drops him back to the ground.

“Nevermind.”

“He’ll hit you with that lightning rod of his? Or threaten to drown you, like he did that time in, uh, in Kansas City?”

“Would you kindly shut up so I can think?” Indrid turns on his heel, begins pacing. Duck knows a great deal, which means Indrid must have confided in him at some point, likely before he lost his memory. Maybe he was interrogated by him? But even then it doesn’t make sense; Indrid can withstand any kind of torture. Well, almost any kind.

Why on earth did he tell the hero those things?

He spots the rat run, the little black one (Void, that was what Duck called him) sending demanding squeaks his way through the plexiglass. Indrid leans down, touching his fingertip to the glass to mirror the placement of the rat’s paw.

“I wonder if I could take you with me. Doubtless you would make a skilled minion.”

“‘Drid, the scariest thing he’s ever done is wear those glasses that make him look like a giant monster rat to scare off intruders.”

“What part of ‘shut up’ was unclear, chivalrous one?” Indrid glances over his shoulder, finds the hero sitting up with a hopeful expression.

“That nickname. ‘Drid, it’s the first time you called me that since you lost your memory. Do you remember anythin’ else about that name, about why you call me it?”

He thinks, gets flashes of images that he’s certain are the past, not the future; Duck, the Green Knight, throwing him out a window, chasing him from warehouses, trapping him in those blasted SmartWhips. Oh yes, he remembers him now.

“You. You are my nemesis.”

“Uh, I was, but-”

Indrid laughs, high and sharp to cover the disappointment in his chest, “Oh that is diabolical. I lose my memory and what do you all do? You put me in the hands of my nemesis, convince me that I had a life with someone who cared for me as if that could change my nature. Not even I could concoct a plan that cruel, chivalrous one.”

“Indrid, please, you gotta remember the rest.”

“I do not need to do any such thing. But it does change what I do with you.” He stalks forward, wrenching Duck up by his hair.

The whips close around his wrists, trapping them together.

“Let me go this instant!”

“No can do, sugar. I ain’t gonna fight you, but I ain’t gonna let you hurt me, or anyone else.”

“You” Indrid sees the explanation coming, “you stole one of my smart picks! You are as bad as Apollo is!”

“Trust me, I ain’t.”

Indrid tries to hurl him against the counter, but Duck holds fast, causing the villain to simply unfurl the whip some. The hero giggles, quiet at first, then growing louder.

“Christ, it’s like fuckin deja vu, you and me bein like this. At least I did it on purpose this time.”

The villain is about to snap that there’s nothing funny about being trapped with one’s nemesis. Then the memory comes, he and Duck taken from enemies to allies in an instant as they tried to undo the malfunctioning smartwhip trapping them together. The night, about a week later, when Duck sent a spy B.U.G just to make sure Indrid wasn’t too badly hurt from a fight.

The Green Knight, looking after the Moth as if he was a friend, not a villain.

The Moth. He’s the Moth.

He surges forward, slamming his lips against Ducks mouth. The hero gasps, bound hands gripping the front of Indrid’s black shirt.

“My love, my love, Duck, I’m sorry, I am so sorry, one moment, I can get us unraveled.” He kisses him again, his mind and body registering the full weight of almost a month without his hero’s touch.

“Please tell me this means what I think it does” he mumbles into Indrid’s mouth.

“It does my love. More or less. Things are not coming back in a linear fashion, but it feels as if my memories have all awakened and will be in order eventually. I, I feel like myself, my full self, again.”

“Thank sweet baby christ, fuck” Duck huddles close, shoulders shaking, “didn’t know how much longer I could stay calm, you’re fuckin terrifyin when you want to be.”

“Oh, oh dear, apologies” The whips drop to the ground, “I did not remember, I, I was more lethal, more willing slash and burn when I was The Sword, I never wanted you to be on the receiving end of that, oh goodness, I’m so sorry, my sweet.” He holds Duck to him, buries his face in his hair when he thinks of what he might have done.

“You’re back.” Duck presses a kiss to his neck, “you’re back. That’s all that matters, fuck, I missed you so much.”

Indrid shuts his eyes, holds fast to the man who makes his mind sing “home” with every beat of his heart.

“I missed you too, chivalrous one.”

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Dr. Amig Dahlia prowls towards her laboratory. The Pine Guard brought her latest scheme crashing down, and it’s high time to make them all into blank slates, the way she did with the meddlesome Moth. At least he’s still nowhere to be found.”

“Hello, doctor.”

Seated directly in front of the memory ray is none other than The Moth. He stands, patting the ray, “this is a very clever device, and had it not made my life, and the lives of others, miserable, I might applaud you for it. As it is, I am here to demand you disable it, and turn yourself in.”

“Last I checked, my ray didn’t damage your intelligence, so that idiotic idea must be all yours.”

The Moth cocks his head, “Is that a no?”

In answer, she steps forward, pressing in the sequence to arm the device.

The hero stays put, right in it’s path, “firing on me will not end well. I modified your device while you were distracted by my teammates. It will backfire when you pull the trigger”

“Nice try,but you’ll need a more convincing lie to get out of this one.” The lights on the side of the ray turn green.

The wide smile changes, all ice and edges, “Before you make your choice, consider this; Because of you, I almost hurt the man I love.”

She rolls her eyes, touches the trigger, and white light explodes all around her.

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“What did you do to that ray?” Duck stands next to him as they watch medics help a sobbing Amig Dahlia into an ambulance.

“In addition to reversing the direction of the energy, I changed how it interacts with memory; instead of blanketing them over it pulls certain ones out and plays them on repeat. Namely, it pulls out those memories one would most like to forget.”

“Jesus.”

“Believe it or not, the futures show this being an exercise in empathy. The effects are not permanent, and when she comes out of them she will swear off villainy and move to Key West.”

He does not add that this seems a fitting quid pro quo for the fact recovering from her device means memories of his childhood appear without warning more than they usually do.

Duck is no longer beside him. There’s a metallic crack, and the hero drops the two halves of the ray on the ground.

“Just to be safe.”

“A wise idea, chivalrous one.”

They finish up at the hidden lab, and the Moth and The Green Knight disappear into the Pine Guard base. Twenty minutes later, Indrid Cold and Duck Newton step inside their home. It’s warm and comfortable, bustling with love and promise.

Just like Indrid remembers.

#indruck #indrid cold/duck newton #superhero au #Angst with a happy ending #memory loss

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100 Weird AU's? Yes.

So, I had these AU prompts on my phone for quite a while, and I was actually thinking about using them. And what better way to do it than using them with the Tracy's?

Reading and reading these prompts again (and under the gentle guidance of @willow-salix ) I thought that these prompts doesn't exactly match the brothers' everyday situation, but what if we push it past its limit? Yes, biting more that you can chew can be a little difficult, but I don't think it will be impossible. And that's where this challenge is born!

Get the Tracy's out of International Rescue's bubble and let them live an everyday situation as normal people! They can also be medieval nobles or even futuristic robots, the choice's up to you! You can choose from soo many things others don't even think about (and not even me, for a while)!

Many thanks to @tag2060 for the cover and @willow-salix for the support (both emotional and 'fic-ical'. I love both of you💚

NOTE: THESE PROMPTS AREN'T ALL MINE. I TOOK THEM FROM A GIRL I'M NOT IN CONTACT WITH ANYMORE, BUT I WAS TOLD I COULD USE THEM. ALL CREDITS FOR THESE AU'S GO TO HER, WHATEVER IS HER NAME (lmao). THE GOLD MARKED ONES (7, 11, 20, 23, 39, 47, 63, 64, 70, 83, 89, 91, 93, 96, 100) ARE ALL MINE, IN SUBSITUTION OF A FEW THAT WERE THERE, SO CREDIT FOR THE GOLDEN MARKED ONES GOES TO ME, BUT NOT EVERY ONE OF THEM.

NOTE²: SOME OF THE PROMPTS CONTAIN STRONG THEMES, LIKE DEPRESSION AND SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU'RE SENSIBLE TO THESE THEMES, DON'T DO THEM, NOBODY FORCES YOU IF YOU DON'T FEEL COMFORTABLE.

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To participate in this challenge, all you have to do is take one of the AU prompts from the list, one or more (or all) Tracy characters, and post your fic (can be a ficlet, or a series) under the tag #100weirdTracys and #100weirdAUs.

If you don't want to participate, please don't harass/bully me. I made this challenge just for fun, and I don't want for it to feel like something bad. In fact, I don't even regret doing this thing, even if it's strange.

Ah, I almost forgot: this challenge will be over in December, so you have 4 months to choose a prompt and make a fic about it. On December I'll review all the fics, but I'll always be reblogging and reading during these 4 months lol.

If you want to tell me something, hit me up on DM's! I hope you have fun with those prompts and those bois!

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TO RESUME:

• Swearing is allowed.

• You can write as many words as you want!

• Oc's and muses can pop in too!

• Make sure to tag your fic(s) under the '#100weirdTracys' and '#100weirdAUs' tags, so that I can find them easily.

• Always tag or contact me if you need help with anything! I'll be more than glad to help you!

• If you decide to do the mature prompts (19, 90, just to state an example) please refrain from using a too mature language and don't go further than making up. I don't like that kind of language, so it would be peachy to just avoid writing so they make wild sex behind a bush. Any kind of very mature fic or language won't be read by me, I'm sorry. You can still use those prompts, but don't work their bed life too much.

• Any dialect or first language apart from english is more than welcome in this yard! I would love even to read snippets of foreign language in fics, as long as there's a translation near it, but you're not forced to write in another language. If you don't feel comfortable doing it just don't do it, even if I'm telling you. (For the record, I love Irish so much I could listen to a person speaking this language for hours and you won't hear me complaining).

• I will accept this challenge in whatever form it takes, be it a fic, a drawing, a song, etc. I’m open to anything and I watch everything that comes before me!

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That said, you can find the prompts down here:⬇️

#1 I saved you from drowning!AU

#2 I broke into your house at two in the morning because I was drunk and I thought it was my house!AU

#3 I am a door-to-door seller please buy something!AU

#4 I grabbed the wrong luggage at the airport!AU

#5 I know we hate each other, but a wedding would be more convenient for both of us!AU

#6 I accidentally poured you a love potion!AU

#7 I sent you 12 messages but you left me on read!AU

#8 I am your secret admirer and I leave you anonymous cards!AU

#9 Sorry, but I was first in line!AU

#10 We don’t know each other but let's pretend to be together because someone is bothering me!AU

#11 We pack up to do a funny trip but we end up in Bolivia without fuel!AU

#12 Locked in quarantine and we're bored! AU

#13 I do everything to find out the identity of this superhero and you try to mislead me because it’s really you!AU

#14 I got into a taxi just to find out it was already occupied!AU

#15 I called the wrong number!AU

#16 I got into the wrong car OMG I'm ashamed, but while you’re there why don’t you give me a ride!AU

#17 I found a wallet and my business is to find the owner and return it!AU

#18 I am a street artist and you complain that I play in front of your house at night!AU

#19 I caught you watching porn!AU

#20 We're two strangers that start chatting while waiting for the bus!AU

#21 Nosy and sloppy roommates!AU

#22 Old childhood friends who come back after years!AU

#23 I got shot to the arm/leg but you're there to save me and OMG ILY!AU

#24 We’re sitting next to each other on a plane and please don’t throw up on me!AU

#25 We accidentally switched phones!AU

#26 We are both contestants in a reality show and let's pretend to be together because the audience will ship us!AU

#27 I am a wedding planner and my ex’s wedding had to happen to me!AU

#28 I learned sign language to communicate with you!AU

#29 Professional model and novice photographer!AU

#30 Sorry I ran you over!AU

#31 We make out and then I find out that you are my roommate’s boyfriend!AU

#32 I’m quoting aloud the last book of a series and I’m spoiling you!AU

#33 It is a universally acknowledged truth that a bachelor with a large fortune must be looking for a wife!AU

#34 I am a Partisan and you are a fascist!AU(Italy during World War II!AU)

#35 I am the blood of the dragon!AU (Iron Throne!AU)

#36 Your dog is hitting on mine!AU

#37 I’m depressed and I decide to call a hotline!AU

#38 You are my soulmate but I am in love with someone else!AU

#39 Strange encounter at tattoo shop!AU

#40 On my mark, unleash hell!AU(Roman Empire!AU)

#41 I am an Elf, don’t look at me for ears I am ashamed of!AU(The Lord of the Rings!AU)

#42 Maybe my life should be more than just survival!AU(The 100!AU)

#43 I am an activist and I am trying to convert you to the cause!AU

#44 We are occupying the school but you are a spoilsport!AU

#45 All our friends are drunk and we're not!AU

#46 We’ve been together for three months and now you’re telling me you’re a werewolf!AU

#47 X has to go into a rocket to the moon and Y has to train X!

#48 Knight in shining armor and damsel in distress!AU

#49 We reluctantly team up against the zombie apocalypse!AU

#50 I’m a vampire and your smell is driving me nuts!AU(Twilight!AU)

#51 Monsters have attacked the Earth and the only way to save humanity is aboard giant robots piloted by two people who must maintain a mental union!AU(Pacific Rim!AU)

#52 My timer stopped as soon as I saw you!AU(Soulmate!AU)

#53 I need a lawyer and you are the best!AU

#54 I’m a Viking and I plundered your ship!AU

#55 I’m a classic dandy from the Regency Age and you’re just a silly girl from the lower middle class!AU

#56 I’m a policeman and you’re an intrusive journalist and I really shouldn’t give you any information about the new murder!AU

#57 You are a wannabe actress and I am a theatrical director who is losing patience and health!AU

#58 Due to a computer error, X and Y become college roommates!AU

#59 X wants to see the world of Y, how he lives and what he usually does, and ends up spending a night in prison!AU

#60 I attend the yoga course just to watch how flexible the instructor is!AU

#61 I am a bounty hunter and you are my prey!AU

#62 I am a secret spy and pretend to be your friend only to get information about your father!AU

#63 I discuss with you about a thing but you have in mind another!AU

#64 We are forced to be best friends just because our moms were best friends too but you're too bossy for me!AU

#65 We broke up but I never changed emergency contacts and now I’m in the hospital and they called you!AU

#66 I am an angel and you are a demon!AU

#67 I hit you on the balls during a game of paintball and oh my god I am so sorry!AU

#68 We live in a dystopian world where your partner is chosen by society!AU(Matched!AU)

#69 I’m a dragon trainer I’ll prove to you that they are peaceful creatures!AU(Dragon Trainer!AU)

#70 Date at japanese restaurant!AU

#71 You’re a cheerleader and I’m a punk and we live in two different worlds!AU

#72 I was a zombie and I was "re-animated" but you treat me like I’m still a monster!AU(In the Flesh!AU)

#73 I am your son’s teacher and I am calling to talk to you about his conduct, would he also come to dinner with me!AU

#74 I am an Achaean warrior and you Trojan and we are fighting the Trojan War!AU

#75 I met my asshole boss at the bar but I found out he’s pretty cool!AU

#76 It was not my intention to touch your ass, it’s just that the bus is crowded, it’s not my fault ok!AU

#77 I went fishing and accidentally fished a mermaid!AU

#78 I just committed a crime and I need to use you as a hostage!AU

#79 You’re the bastard who always parks in front of my door and in spite I’ll scratch your car!AU

#80 I accidentally went back in time and fell in love with you, too bad you’re a barbarian!AU

#81 I urgently need you to fix my computer but please don’t judge me for my chronology!AU

#82 I work on the cruise ship where you are spending your holidays!AU

#83 I'm out in the rainstorm without an umbrella because the weather forecast was sunny!AU

#84 I hugged the wrong person from behind!AU

#85 Celebrity on the run and ordinary citizen confused!AU

#86 Stuck in a ranch cleaning horse poop but it doesn’t matter because that cowboy is a badass!AU

#87 We got married in Vegas, but we’re total strangers!AU

#88 But, officer, I wasn’t doing anything wrong, I was just smoking a joint, want a hit!AU

#89 X is an astronaut and Y is a weird but funny alien that likes to scream, overreact and laugh!AU

#90 I slept with you for a bet but I loved it and I’d like to keep seeing you!AU

#91 I reveal to some friends that you wear boxers/underwear with green aliens on them but you're behind me and oh gosh total shame!AU

#92 Oops I accidentally entered a busy dressing room!AU

#93 You're a stranger but I keep crossing paths with you and I'm kinda confused right now!AU

#94 X is a medium and Y a ghost!AU

#95 X is a guardian angel and Y wants to die!AU

#96 X accidentally enters in a cat and Y has to rescue it from up a tree!AU

#97 X risks losing the house because Y’s company wants to buy the land!AU

#98 I’m an artist and I need a model do you want to pose for me!AU

#99 I’m not really sick but the new doctor is so beautiful that I found out I have a disease with an unpronounceable name!AU

#100 A strange job application!AU

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If you find them more practical, I also have some photos down here with all the prompts organized:⬇️

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Knightkiller: Anakin and Obi-Wan’s First Adventure

Chapter 3: The Death Match

Word Count: 1393 Links: Chapter 1, Table of Contents

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Tied to the chair, gagged with golden tape, and with ten blasters held around his head by a bevy of tiny droids, Anakin blinks in the brightness of the arena. He is reminded distinctly of podracing. He is confident that a large portion of this wild audience knows exactly who he is; his victory on Tatooine, he knows, ruined the economies of interplanetary gangs and entire systems run by gambling types. He hopes the short hair and fancy robe conceal his identity a little.

Anakin hears a gleeful, showy voice echo through the arena.

“The rumors you have heard -- they are all true! A new Jedi knight has fallen into our mighty leader's trap! And the warrior lucky enough to have first go at him is the ferocious, bloodthirsty monster-wrangler, the Scourge of the Delta Sector, the nasty, horrible -- VINGO MAKLARIAN!!!”

A heavily-scarred, 7-foot-tall Twi’lek cyborg runs out into the arena, theme music playing. The fighter throws small explosives from a tray attached to his mechanical shoulder; one of the sparks lands on Anakin's face. He winces in pain but can't move his arms.

Anakin evidently isn't the only one struck by a stray explosion, as evidenced by the scream and shrieks of laughter behind him.

The announcer’s voice booms, “Have we had our first casualty?” There is more laughter. “Keep your heads up, my lords and ladies in the front rows! You will get wet! You may get soaked!”

This guy is so annoying, thinks Anakin, between sobs.

“And here he is, the Big Event -- Jedi Knight Number Two in the First Galactic Jedi Death Match! He might not look like much, but his pedigree remains to be seen -- Oooobi-Wan Kenoooobi!”

The door on the other side of the arena slides upward with a squeaking rumble, and Obi-Wan emerges. Anakin feels a wave of relief. He is safe now.

“MFFFSFFR!!”

Obi-Wan hears the muffled call above the din, and his head swivels to his student. He sees Anakin sitting across the sandy arena, bound and gagged and ringed by blasters.

“Anakin!”

Anakin shuts his eyes -- the light glinting off Obi-Wan's sword is too bright to bear. He opens them a sliver and peeps through his eyelashes and tears. They took away Obi-Wan's lightsaber, too, of course, and they gave him a plain weapon instead. Anakin recognizes it: a Hutteese vibroblade. He recognizes the outfit they've put him in, too: padded tan armor, covered in logos.

He saw a death match on Tatooine, once. It is unnerving to see the trappings of his old life upon the hero of his new one.

“Have no fear, Anakin!”

Anakin nods and tries his best to obey as Vingo approaches Obi-Wan, flinging explosives at the Jedi. Obi-Wan deflects them easily. As Vingo draws closer, Anakin sees Obi-Wan put on the serene face he makes when faced with a difficult decision.

You have to do it, Master! It's not your fault!

Anakin sees Obi-Wan look at him with a very hard, stern face, as if to say, “This is wrong, but I have no choice.” Anakin trusts his moral judgment, just as he used to trust his mother’s. This is a bit of a trick, since they are quite different.

Obi-Wan turns his face back to his opponent and kills him with one swift blow to his guts. The corpse falls to the side and the people gasp, cheer, and boo. Anakin shivers to have seen his master kill someone. Obi-Wan scowls at the bloody sword and wipes it off on his sleeve.

The announcer’s voice rings out, “Incredible!!! The shortest death match that we have ever seen!! This Obi-Wan Kenobi must not be underestimated! But can he handle the terrifying, mysterious maiden of the shadows, CREEL CYBALO?!!”

The crowd roars as another opponent steps out, a great apelike humanoid beating her chest -- but she is again no match for Obi-Wan. For the third match, Obi-Wan stretches it out a bit more, trying to cross the arena to get closer to Anakin, but Obi-Wan remains in control the whole time. Anakin winces at the flashes of light and grunts of pain by the doomed opponents. Obi-Wan mimes for Anakin to shut his eyes, but Anakin disobeys. At the end of the third match, the announcer walks onto the field, followed by three women carrying golden boxes.

“Unbelievable! What a gladiator you are! I've never seen anyone fight like you. You far surpass the other Jedi!” The crowd roars and claps. “As per the official rules, after three victories you are granted one prize. Will you take…” The first woman opens her box. “A Corellian blaster -- next year’s model?” The crowd cheers.

“Or perhaps …” The second woman opens her box. “The deed to the moon of Qualkori?” There are gasps of amazement.

“Or, best of all …” The third woman drops her box and holds her arms apart. “This beautiful slave, the loveliest pearl of the Vappiax Sea?” The crowd laughs and cheers and applauds as the announcer holds his microphone in front of Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan stands quite still, wiping his sword fastidiously, and replies, “I want ten minutes with my Padawan.” He gestures his head backwards at Anakin. The crowd offers confused applause and laughter.

“Your wish ... is my command!”

The crowd cheers, satisfied, as the guards escort Obi-Wan out the door from which he entered. Obi-Wan looks over his shoulder and sees the droids around Anakin untie him. A thin panel opens on the side of the arena and they drag him through it.

Obi-Wan stands in a small, dim room. Through the sparking red grates on either side, he sees other warriors preparing for battle. A curtain parts and Anakin stumbles through.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan kneels next to him and holds his chin. He uses the Force to weaken the adhesive on the golden tape, and deftly but tenderly tears it off the boy’s face. “Are you hurt?”

“D-dislocated shoulder.”

“Alright. Hold onto me with your other arm while I fix it.” Anakin obeys, and Obi-Wan gingerly repositions the boy’s shoulder. Anakin shudders as he holds Obi-Wan’s arm fiercely. The pain greatly subsides, though not completely.

“Feel better?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“Do not strain it.” Obi-Wan puts a hand on Anakin’s healthy shoulder. “Be at peace. I will get us out of this.”

“Yes, Master.” Anakin wipes his sore face and feels more tears about to pour out. He badly swallows a sob and gives himself the hiccups.

“I retained this in secret. Eat it.” Obi-Wan takes a rationstick from his boot and gives it to Anakin. The boy eats it. They are silent as Obi-Wan thinks and Anakin chews and looks across the grate at the other warriors. Suddenly Anakin bends close and whispers in his master's ear.

“I know some of these fighters. They’re pretty -- hic -- famous.”

“They are?”

“Among Hutt slaves, yeah.”

“Are they all slaves?”

Anakin pauses. “No. None of these ones are.”

“How do you know?”

“We don't have time for that. I'll tell you later. These guys are in it for the fame and fortune.”

“So--”

“That snake-woman is the adopted daughter of -- hic -- Jabba the Hutt.”

“Who's that?”

Anakin looks at him like he's crazy.

“What?”

“It doesn't matter. I'm just saying, try not to kill her all the way, or you'll get a bounty on your head. Just maim her or something.”

“Is that allowed?”

“Not for most people. But for someone like that, it's -- hic -- expected.”

“Alright. Got it.”

“...That Mando in red... Watch your back.”

“There is a Mandalorian?”

“A what?”

“A Mando...lorian?”

“Uh, I dunno. The guys in helmets.”

“I lived on Mandalore for years. I know their moves.”

Anakin shakes his head. “Not this one. He will -- hic -- shoot you in the back.”

“Not me.”

“Yes you. Don't turn away from him for a second. He’s got a blaster in his left arm and a hidden, detach-- hic --able knife in his right.”

“You know him?”

“I know him... I saw one death match before. That Mando killed my mom's boyfriend.”

Obi-Wan is taken aback. “I thought you didn't have a father.”

“Not my father. I -- hic -- introduced them.”

“You introduced your mother to a gladiator?”

“He was very cool.”

Obi-Wan nods. “Thank you, Padawan. You're using our ten minutes far more productively than I am.”

“I want to help.”

“You are. Thank you. Anak--”

A droid’s arm snatches the boy out of Obi-Wan's grasp, leaving the man alone in his room with a swinging curtain. He feels someone die in the arena, just outside his door, as the matches continue without pause.

Chapter 4: Chahlee Tiango

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ourloveisforthelovely · 4 years

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Second Time Around 6

A/n: Elon Musk RPF

Link to Chapter 5

Words: 2, 751

Pairings: Elon Musk x Reader

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The next morning Kimbal walked down the hallway to Elon’s office. That morning, he decided that he hadn’t been annoying his brother enough lately and decided to get started. Stepping into the office, Elon’s assistant looked up.

“You may not want to go in there. Mr. Musk isn’t in a good mood. He told us all not to bother him.”

Kimbal raised an eyebrow before smirking.

“Oh? I am definitely going in there. I have no shame. He knew what risk that he was taking when he gave me security clearance.”

Kimbal quickly walked in and shut the door behind him. Fighting the urge to give his brother a shit eating grin, he turned and stopped the moment that Elon didn’t even look at him. Instead, his older brother sat staring at the wall blankly.

Kimbal stood watching Elon for a few moments before sitting down. He sat patiently waiting for his brother to recognize his presence.

“I didn’t expect this.”

Elon muttered. Kimbal stood up and walked around the desk to kneel down beside Elon. He stared at the place on the wall trying to figure out what was just so fascinating. Tilting his head, he saw nothing but perfectly painted plaster.

“So...are you going to tell me what exactly we are staring at? I can’t figure it out.”

Elon jumped before realizing that his brother was right beside him.

“Kimbal, good fucking lord! How long have you been here?”

Kimbal shrugged and went back to his chair to finish his coffee.

“A good five minutes. So what’s bothering you? What problem has fallen on your shoulders this morning? Don’t you dare tell me nothing either because that is a load of bullshit that can be smelt a mile away.”

Elon sighed and tried to fix his messy hair. He knew that he had to look horrible at the moment. That morning he tried to appear as normal as possible when he left the house. If he appeared normal and calm, maybe you would feel better too.

“There is a problem but I don’t think I should say anything at the moment.”

Kimbal groaned.

“Stop being a 15 year old girl and tell me. I will go harass Y/n if you don’t tell me. She finds me delightful and will tell me what I want to know.”

Elon groaned and put a hand over his face before throwing his head on the back of his chair.

“It concerns Y/n.”

Kimbal winced. He had a bad feeling immediately.

“Oh god, Elon! Did you fuck things up with her again?”

Elon shook his head and looked back up.

“No, she and I are fine. She’s over the moon over her engagement ring...or rings since she has two...that doesn’t matter though because that isn’t the problem.”

Kimbal put his coffee down.

“Again, stop being a teenage girl and tell me.”

“Fine, she’s pregnant.”

Kimbal’s amused expression turned more serious. He looked thoughtful as he considered his words before speaking.

“Is that a bad thing?”

Elon shook his head.

“No, I just didn’t expect this. We weren’t trying. She was even taking pills.”

Kimbal chuckled.

“You two are that random statistic that pills don’t help….amusing. Elon, some of the best things are unplanned. I came here to give you a hard time and that is shot to shit now so I’ll try another approach. You’re a damn good dad. I am sure that this is shocking but it will be alright. You’re going to have to find some way to get Y/n to slow down. She's like you, always on the go. Both of you are going to have to slow down a bit.”

Elon muttered a quiet thank you as Kimbal continued.

“How is Y/n taking it?”

Elon sighed.

“She was in tears. The poor thing thought that I was going to be mad at her. I’m sure she will be fine once she calms down a bit. Right now I have to be the strong one because she is scared enough as it is.”

Kimbal held a hand up.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Have you looked at your reflection in the mirror or are you just trying new hairstyles? You need to be honest with her too. I can take one look at you and see that you are about to lose your shit. Elon, you don’t like to do anything unless you have it planned out and written on a pad of paper. This is one of those unexpected surprises that no one plans. Go home and talk to your fiance. She is clearly in the same place that you are.”

Elon sighed. Kimbal was right. He needed to talk to you but he didn’t know when would be the right time. That evening the two of you were due to go to your sister Ruth’s for dinner. Maybe Elon could get you alone at some point for a moment of serious discussion.

“You’re right. I’m happy, don’t get me wrong. I just thought that my having a baby days were over.”

Kimbal chuckled.

“Maybe we can get a girl this time. If Y/n has a boy, I will be convinced that is all that you are capable of producing.”

Kimbal almost burst out laughing at the expression of sheer terror on Elon’s face.

“I would prefer a boy. I know what to do with those. A girl would be some crazy game changer. You’re girls are fine because I am not their father. I’ll be crazy by the time the little one gets to adulthood. There will be boys around my house and I’ll have to let her go out with them….eh, her brothers can deal with that.”

Kimbal nodded.

“There you go! I would feel sorry for the poor little darling if the baby is a girl. Having that many older brothers. You remember how we were with Tosca?”

Elon chuckled.

“We were horrible and there were only two of us. You know, having a girl doesn’t sound so bad now.”

Kimbal chuckled.

“You will spend a good deal of time trying to figure out what she is crying about but that’s okay.”

Later that night, you sat in the car beside Elon watching trees pass as he drove to your sister Ruth’s home. This was the last thing that you really wanted to do at the moment. You didn't mind seeing Ruth. She was the closest thing to a mother that you ever had. Ruth didn’t give you anxiety or make you want to get the hell out of dodge the way that your actual mother did. You frowned thinking about Pattie. In all of the years that you had been alive, you couldn’t think of a time that the two of you had ever gotten along. Now you had to go spend the evening with her...lovely.

“How are you feeling?

Elon’s voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned your attention to your fiance.

“I just dread this.”

You commented. Elon reached his free hand over and wrapped around yours.

“If she opens her mouth then I’ll shut her up.”

You felt better at that. Elon wasn’t joking either. The last thing that he was putting up with at the moment was your mother making you nervous. He was still on edge over the whole pregnancy to begin with. Luckily, he felt a lot better after the conversation with his brother. Your mother opening her judgmental trap was just the cherry on the sundae.

“I would love to see that happen.”

Elon smiled.

“If I hear one word that I don’t like from her you will know about it.”

Arriving at your sister’s house, the two of you stood outside the door. Elon stood a few moments before reaching down and putting a hand on the small of your back.

“Maybe we should ring the doorbell and get this over with?”

You groaned and looked back to your fiance.

“Lets just go back home and say all of the roads were closed.”

Elon smirked before reaching out and pressing the doorbell button.

“That isn’t very believable.”

“My mother would believe it.”

You muttered as your sister Ruth opened the door. She smiled the moment that she saw Elon and yourself together. You knew that Ruth was as pleased as everyone to see the two of you together.

“Hey! It's good to see you two together again!”

You rolled your eyes as your older sister hugged you. It wasn’t like Ruth didn’t know. You had sent her a photo of the engagement ring. Ruth took a breath and looked at you with her warm mother smile.

“Ruth, we have been back together for ages now.”

Ruth laughed.

“I know but this is the first time that I have seen you in ages! Ms.always busy.”

Before you could respond your mother’s voice came from somewhere in the house. Immediately, you wanted to turn and bail out the door. If Elon hadn’t closed it behind him, you were half tempted to grab his hand and pull him back to the car.

“Is that Y/n?”

You immediately winced and glanced back to Elon.

“Abort mission. Let’s go!”

He shook his head.

“We might as well get this over with before she wants to spend a holiday with us.”

That was the last thing that you wanted to deal with! Your mother...in your home...looking at you...touching your things...hell to the fuck no!

Your mother walked into the room smiling hugely before coming to you. She pulled you into a bone crushing hug that left you rubbing your neck afterwards. Pattie looked you over before frowning.

“You look exhausted? Do you ever have time for a vacation?”

It took all you had not to say something snarky back. Your attention went to the doorway where Jeffree and Elon were whispering quietly to each other. If they were taking bets on how long you would make it before being sassy, you wouldn’t talk to either of them for the next week.

“I’m fine, mom. Everything is going fine. I am not exhausted and my life is not falling apart.”

You frowned the moment that Jeffree passed what looked like a $100 to Elon, who was looking extra smug. Pattie meanwhile, turned seeing Elon as her next target of annoying fire.

“I heard the two of you were back together! I am so glad! Y/n needs someone to take care of her and you did such a good job.”

Ruth’s hand squeezed yours in hopes to stop you from sounding off further. Your sister gave you her warm motherly smile.

“It’s just one night, Y/n.”

She said soothingly as Elon’s eyes met yours. He was beginning to look as annoyed as you were feeling.

“She actually does a wonderful job taking care of herself, Pattie.”

He said bluntly. The sentence probably came out a little harsher than needed but you didn’t mind. In fact, you were thrilled. Here was your knight in shining armor coming to your rescue against your mother, the dragon.

Ruth and your brother in law James looked at each other exchanging wary expressions. It was no secret to them that Elon could be down right cold if he wanted. The more Patty pushed him the more likely she would be to get a mouthful. Jeffree, meanwhile, had picked up his martini and took an over dramatic drink to stop himself from giggling.

Elon’s comment seemed to bounce right off of Patty. She didn’t even seem the least bit affected by it in any way.

“Well, isn't that lovely? My! Dinner smells lovely, Ruthy!”

Ruth quickly motioned to the kitchen.

“Thank you, mom. Why don’t you come in here and sit down. I’ll make you some tea.”

You gave Ruth a kissy face to indicate that you thought that she was your mother’s butt kisser. This was a source of humor between the two of you. Ruth always said that she had to be the nice one to Patty. You definitely weren’t going to do it!

Dinner was uneventful for the first little half an hour. You, annoyingly, listed to your mother talk about her new boyfriend that she met in London. It would be just fine with you if she stayed in London and never turned back up in LA. You could visit her once a year, for a few hours, and your “mom” time would be met. A phone call would even be just fine for you.

After a while Ruth made a comment about one of her kids. Your mother smiled.

“I always knew that Ruth would be such a good mommy. I swear, Ruth and Y/n couldn’t have been more different! Ruth always wanted to play with baby dolls and was such a quiet little girl. Y/n on the other hand, I swear she aged me 30 years in the first two years of life. I was always convinced that she was going to be a lawyer because she loved to argue. She always had some talent! Y/n was always my creative one. She would build little cities out of legos. It was always some project! I think that I always knew that Y/n would never be a mother.”

Yout bit down hard on your lip. Elon’s hand slid onto your thigh. Obviously, he had picked up on your growing foul mood. The two of you exchanged cold glares. You leaned closer to Elon, knowing that he was about to tell your mother to go kick rocks.

“Don’t waste your breath. It won’t make any difference.”

Elon rolled his eyes.

“She’s a bitch and knows nothing.”

You smiled and stroked your fingers over his.

“Something wrong?”

Patty asked, turning her attention back to you. Mentally, you were telling yourself to hold it in but that wasn’t happening.

“So you don’t think that I could be a good mother?”

You said through gritted teeth. Patty was clearly surprised by your hostile response.

“Y/n, when would you have the time to be a mother? I don’t think that you could emotionally handle the chore of being a mother. I mean, you are getting hostile by this conversation.”

“Y/n.”

Ruth said your name carefully. She hoped to provide any sense of comfort she could but you were seeing red.

You slammed your napkin on the table before jumping up. Elon reached up and gently pulled you back to your chair. He muttered something to calm down before turning his attention back to your mother.

“Now wait a damn minute, she is actually a wonderful mother. She is wonderful with my children from my first marriage. I don’t think that you know your daughter as well as you think.”

Everyone’s eyes were glued to Elon. Jeffree was blinking, clearly surprised himself. He gave you a smirk.

“Elon…”

You quietly muttered his name. The expression on his face clearly said “try me.” You took a breath before looking to your mother then to Ruth.

“I found out that I am actually pregnant. Time to see how shitty of a mother I will actually be. I’m sure I won’t out do you.”

You said coldly before getting up and throwing your napkin on the table. The last thing that you were going to do was deal with anyone else at the moment. You wanted to stick around and wait for reactions but your pride would hurt too much.

Once you were out of the room, everyone was silent for a moment before Ruth’s husband started dying laughing. He had to get a grip on himself before meeting everyone else’s stunned and questioning expressions.

“Looks like someone finally caught her! She is serious right?”

He questioned in Elon’s direction. Elon nodded and stood up.

“I don’t think one jokes about something like that. Ruth, thank you for dinner. I think it's time that we go. Patty, if I were you, I would suggest really thinking your words better when dealing with your kids. Maybe you should take some time and reflect on the reasons why your daughter wants nothing to do with you. You’ll find the answer like a damn neon sign.”

Elon turned as Jeffree jumped out of his seat like an over excited puppy. The two men exchanged a brief stare. Even though Jeffree drove Elon crazy at points, he had to admit Jeffree was always in your corner.

“Time to go.”

Jeffree nodded.

“Yeah, I have had enough catty old women for one night.”

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ashleyswrittenwords · 4 years

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Trials and Tribulations (II)

A ZeLink Fanfiction that was meant to be a oneshot.

Premise: The hero has successfully saved Hyrule from Calamity Ganon, but there’s a lingering problem that he desperately wants to abandon - the princess.

Small Note: Thank you for the kind comments and reblogs! <3

Chapter One

Word Count: 2818

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Trials and Tribulations: Chapter Two

It was a cool autumn morning not far from Rito Village. The sun crested over the valley and casted a golden halo through the trees. Link felt himself jump at every slight rustle of the branches. Daruk wandered over to clap a large hand over the Hylian’s shoulder, “Chill out, kid! Told ya I’d let ya know if she was comin’.”

All he could do is nod and tug at the collar of his admittedly plain cotton shirt. It was what Zelda wanted after all. He had offered to bring his military garb, but she was adamant on marrying Link – not her knight attendant. Link stared at his feet in shock, and despite the urge to puke on his boots, the giddy excitement at the pit of his stomach was unmistakable.

“She’s not reconsidering, is she?” Link said as he snapped to his Goron friend’s attention. “Because I’d understand if that were the case.” Daruk blinked in surprise at his outburst but smiled.

“Boy, ya sure do got it bad. Now, don’t cha?”

Revali stood impatiently to the side of the makeshift alter, a tree stump. “It’s very comforting to see our ‘hero’ running around the village for a proper change of clothes like a cucco with its head chopped off.”

“Don’t be like that, Revali!” The Goron reprimanded. “It’s his wedding day.”

As usual, the scolding had little to no effect. The Rito champion continued his chastising under his breath. Link reached unconsciously for the hilt of the Master Sword only to grip the air. Mipha mentioned how “tacky” it would look with such simple attire, much to Link’s protests. He had to constantly remind himself that it was behind the tree next to him if - Hylia forbid - anything were to happen. It had only been two days since Zelda and her knight sprung the idea of a wedding and received unanimous support from their friends (even though Revali complained neverendingly about the lack of planning).

There were no chairs for the few guests that came along. It was partly because of time and their choice to save the effort of dragging furniture into secluded woods. Steps from the worn path sent Link’s heart into a frenzy. Even Daruk stood a tad straighter until the sleek figure of Impa came into view. As Link mentally swore, he observed her attire as being used for strictly religious ceremonies. Sheikah symbols were painted on her face with bold red ink.

Revali sniffed, “What took you so long, Priestess.”

She didn’t so much as glance in his direction and walked with purpose to their “alter”. It looked more complete with the woman there. “Take your places, gentlemen. The bride is coming.”

Link sucked in a breath as Daruk and Revali fell in line beside him. Hands clenched and unclenched as Mipha soon arrived, fluttering flower petals fell from her fingertips and she gave a toothy grin to the boys. The Zora princess had left as soon as she heard the news of matrimony for Zora’s Domain to collect jewels and fabric. Link distinctly remembered her threatening that there would be no wedding until she and Urbosa could whip up the perfect gown. Now, silky material cascaded from her shoulders.

As she skipped to her place on the opposite side of Impa, she leaned in.

“In all my years, I’ve never seen the Hylian Champion so anxious. Will you yield?”

Mirth reached Link’s eyes at the jab. A smile come through, albeit nervously, “Never.”

A tune began soft and startled the groom. Revali had produced a silver flute that flitted through the forest. It was a song so sweet and full of emotion that Link almost missed the white gown that came through the path. Arm in arm with Urbosa, the sight of the bride cut any emotion in his face to a pale awe.

Her dress was simple. The cut draped close to her body before falling elegantly from her waist. The only embroidery that was found was in the off-white belt that girded the material. Her shoulders were bare and her hands clasped around a few flowers they had undoubtedly found on their way here. Blonde hair was pulled out of her face. She laughed out of pure nerves as their eyes met.

“Don’t forget to breath, boy!” Urbosa jovially laughed along with the rest of their friends as he breathed in robotically. Pink tinged his cheeks. Zelda flashed a private smile to him before handing her bouquet to Mipha. Link’s hands found hers and he held them as if she was at risk of breaking under his grip.

Without wasting time, Impa began scripture that just barely reached him. While she did, Zelda looked nowhere else but him. The world, it seemed, could fall apart around them and neither would take notice.

“I love you,” she soundlessly mouthed to him. The words came to him like a loving embrace on his frayed nerves. Link reflected her sentiment in hopes it would do the same.

“Zelda,” Impa interrupted, “Have you vows?”

The beauty before him nodded and cleared her throat. Neither of them wrote coherent thoughts on paper. “Link,” she breathed his name like it would be her last, “There’s so much to say and yet I have… nothing to describe the amount of love I have for you. When we met I –”

Link reached to brush away the tears that fell from her eyes. She was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. At his contact, she leaned into it to give her courage to continue, “I didn’t like you so much.”

At that, Link laughed loudly at her admittance which sparked a broad grin from his bride.

“But, goddesses, you were so patiently and caring and… and suddenly I couldn’t fathom how I got through my days without you. You have given me a happiness I’ve never thought I would experience,” she held his hands firmly as fondness filled her eyes. “There is no one in this world I would rather be with than you. I love you, Link.”

Link glanced at Impa who was looking expectantly at him. He faultered, “Um, Zelda. I’ve never been a man of many words.”

He could here Revali scoffing in the background and Urbosa reprimanding him, but the princess never diverted her gaze. “I don’t think you understand the light you’ve brought into my life,” as Link spoke, his words were cool. If they were only going to be able to do this once, Calamity or not, he wanted to do it right. “It wasn’t easy in the beginning,” the ends of his lips twitched upwards. “But there isn’t a waking moment in my life that I don’t want you to be in it. Zel, you’ve given me love that I thought I was undeserving of.”

They were both smiling through tears now and the pair weren’t alone. Zelda was going to the Spring of Power within days and if that didn’t awaken her power, it would be difficult to predict what would happen. At this point, they could only hope for the best and prepare for the worst.

A hand in his pocket played with a small trinket.

“I know we agreed to no rings,” he said, procuring from his pocket a small silver band. It wasn’t perfect by no means, but it wasn’t too shoddy for a man who learned blacksmithing in three weeks. “But I knew I wanted this for us far longer than two days.”

Zelda spoke his name in a whisper as she tried to cover her shock.

Impa, whose eyes were far watery than before, held her hand out, “I will bless it.”

Once the blessings and vows were said, Link took Zelda’s hand gingerly and slipped the ring on. By some miracle, it fit snugly. Their priestess smiled at the two, “Under the watchful eyes of our goddesses both past and present, I now pronounce you husband and wife.”

It was Zelda who kissed Link. A kiss full of excitement and happiness. Their teeth mashed together awkwardly until he held her face in his hands and kissed her properly. Nothing else mattered.

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Link woke up cold and shivering. Throughout the night he stayed curled up under the tree and it didn’t keep him covered from the rain for long. For nearly an hour, he didn’t move. Instead he watched the rain fall around him and seep deeper into his clothes. In his static disarray, he found himself debating whether the water dripping off his face were his tears or raindrops. The need to be angry and to mourn and to regret blurred together into an indiscernible emotion. Probably too harshly, Link pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes.

“You fucking idiot!” He cried out.

The hero heaved out his anguish. It was him, he realized, that was keeping himself near her. It was always Link who beat himself up whenever he tried to walk away. Two sides of the same coin coming together. How many times did he walk away from her? How many times did she so obviously lose sleep while she waited her husband to come back?

“Of course you couldn’t leave her!”

With shaking movements, he got to his feet and stumbled for his sword. That aching was back and this time he knew why. Blindly, he began walking in the direction she left and prayed she was drier than he.

It took several hours of retracing their steps. A mile beyond the edge of Hyrule Field under a group of trees was the princess of Hyrule. The moon was low in the sky, but her eyes were fixed on the small fire before her. The rain had let up by the time Link stood before her. Snapping out of her daze and to his form just outside the light of the fire, she yelped and flung a short piece of firewood his way.

A cough-like noise escaped him as it hit his abdomen.

“Goddesses, Link!” She gasped, scrambling up to help him. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Seconds,” he huffed out.

She touched his arm and a shock went through him as she led him to a seat. Zelda’s hair and clothes were damp. When he looked at her there was that strong feeling; one that persisted since he defeated Calamity Ganon. His face fell in despair as he realized he had taken that strong devotion for shackling hatred.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered out.

Link watched her closely while she looked away. “What’re you talking about?”

Zelda wiped at her nose, “I don’t know.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” he shook his head. “Please.”

“O-Okay.”

Flickering images of her smile and her beautifully unapologetic demeanor flashed in his memory. Now, a century later he had broken her down due to his own insecurities.

“Zelda, I,” her name rolled off his tongue so easily that he had to stop himself. “What I did to you today was unforgivable-”

She vehemently shook her head, “It’s fine, Link. I did something wrong and it pushed your buttons.”

“No, it’s not just that. You deserve more than how I acted.”

Her gaze sharpened, “What? As my knight attendant? Because there is no need for that anymore.”

“No, as your husband.”

Zelda’s head snapped up to him. The term was foreign on his tongue but drew a familiar feeling in the pit of his stomach. She was between disbelief and hope and it tore him up from the inside. How long had she been waiting for him? Cautiously, he reached for her hand and she let him without question.

His voice broke, “I’m so sorry, Zel. I don’t know how I could forget... that. I hate myself for hurting you the way I did.”

“Don’t, please don’t.”

“But I do,” his eyes were pleading. “I truly do. I left you all alone and then forgot about you. That wasn’t what you signed up for. I fear I’m not the man you married.”

Tears collected in her lashes and she climbed into his lap to hold his face in her hands, “Shut up, Link. Please shut up.” She smoothed his bangs out of his eyes to breathe him in fully. They sat together, silently observing all the small details they may have missed before. He had a small scar over his right brow that wasn’t there a century ago and she still had those small freckles along the bridge of her nose. Somehow it calmed them both. Link’s face held the despair of ever thinking he hated this woman. ��How much do you remember?”

He swallowed, “It’s spotty. I still have a migraine… I remember when I saw you and forgot how to breathe.”

Her smile crested into her eyes, “Keep going.”

“I remember the flowers you held were silent princesses and dandelions. And we promised to not exchange rings.”

“Yes,” she laughed breathlessly. “Because we wouldn’t be able to wear them around other people. I told you there was no point.”

Link’s hands found her waist. It felt so natural. “It took three weeks to learn how to make your ring.”

“I didn’t know that!”

“Good. I want to know more things that you don’t,” he quipped, relishing in the gentle caresses on his cheeks.

A tenseness in Link’s shoulders relaxed as they talked – reminisced. The weight that had been there seemed to have persisted into normality until then because he hadn’t felt so clear in, well, one-hundred years. The things Zelda mentioned sparked new memories, small ones, that burned a motionless scene in his head or an old smell in his nose.

“Zelda.” He traced the silhouette of her face with his eyes. The fire burned lower behind her and Link made a mental note to remediate that so the goosebumps on her skin would settle.

“Link,” she said with a smile that would put the sun to shame. She was happy. Happy! Goddesses, if her happiness made him feel this way then he was determined to make this woman happy forever.

“I know I’ve made you wait for so long,” Link started, dejection seeped into his words. Before Zelda could speak, he persisted, “But, I want to be someone you can lean on and I’m… not sure if…”

Zelda combed through his damp hair again. It soothed him and dimly he knew it wasn’t the first time she’s done this. Hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last either. She whispered his name with soft devotion, “I will be here. I’ll always be here for as long as you want me.”

“What if I don’t remember everything?”

The breath in Link’s lungs grew scarce under Zelda. Her hands drifted to his collar and his question surrendered them to silence. Then, he noticed their precarious position. Zelda’s legs straddled his lap and one of his knees propped her up, pushing her body close to his. Slowly, he leaned up with eyes flickering to her own and as their lips touched, he quickly pulled away as if she had burned him.

And as fire would, she spread to him. Grasping his tunic tightly and locking him into a kiss so heated it licked away his rationality. But that was Zelda, wasn’t it? An unyielding flame that wasn’t meant to be contained. His peers saw him as an unbreakable man who only spoke about matters of upmost importance until she was thrusted was into his life. She made Link see the stars in a different light. A girl who rought him from chains he didn’t know he was bound to. A princess who made him feel a desperation to run his tongue against her bottom lip.

His hands touched cheek to assure himself that she was still there. Flickers of shadowy scenes flew by in his mind. An inn room, no, it looked to cozy to be an inn… someone’s house, a bed, Zelda. He was holding her as if the Calamity itself would attempt to pry her away. She sighed sweetly into his embrace. Love, hope, happiness.

Drawing back gently, Zelda bashfully smiled at his gaze of pure adoration for her. “Then we’ll have to make new ones,” she whispered.

Link looked up at her in disbelief, “Despite everything?”

Slowly, she nodded and bit her lip before speaking. “We could have never predicted what would happen,” she paused, “and even if I knew, there’s no one else in the world I’d rather go through this with.”

Link looked down at where her fingers fidgeted with the band around her finger. Through all their trials, she kept it. His hand found her cold one and interlaced their fingers.

“Me too, Zel,” he smiled broadly at her as she sunk into his embrace. Without words, a soft feeling settled between them. The road ahead would be rough. But as the sun kissed the valley sky, they knew that not even the gods could separate them.

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