#al'ethien

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new year drabbles 7/7

this is probably the last of the bunch because i want to write other things for february, thank you so much everybody who volunteered their characters. :)

featuring @kiraia's Al'ethien and my Shavi,

aka two drunk guys with a blaster

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"Wanna bet?" Al'ethien grinned and played with the credit chip, throwing it in the air and catching it in his hand. On his third throw, he missed the chip and it landed on their table where it spun around until Shavi snatched it.

Shavi held the chip between two fingers and inspected it, buying himself some time to think. He really, really couldn't afford to lose any more credits tonight, but there was no way the bounty hunter could actually hit the target at this distance. The guy had downed at least half a dozen of the strongest drinks served in this cantina. He shouldn't even be able to stand up straight with that much alcohol in his bloodstream.

“I'm in,” Shavi finally said with a wide grin of his own, casually ignoring the fact that he was probably too drunk to make any important decisions either. “100 credits. And try not to shoot the bartender.”

The bounty hunter stood, relatively steady, drawing his blaster. There were some gasps from the tables around them, but Shavi stayed calm, still convinced that this was a safe bet. The shot wasn't impossible, but the target was really small. There was no way the hunter would actually be able to...

Al'ethien fired his blaster and hit the ugly Hutt in the holo add straight right between the eyes.

“Somebody owes me 100 credits.”

Well, fuck.

Shavi grimaced. He was starting to realize that Al'ethien probably wasn't as drunk as he pretended to be and that he had probably just let himself be conned. He buried his head in his hands and groaned.

“Come on, I didn't expect you to be a sore looser.” The bounty hunter joked. “What about.... you give it a try? I bet another 100 credits on you making an ass of yourself.”

This time there was no internal debate. One look at the guy's smug smile and the matter was decided for Shavi.

He stood on wobbly feet, moving maybe a bit too fast as he felt the cantina around him slant and turn. He eyed the distance between the chair and the mirror and the hutt's ugly neon head above the bar and he wished he hadn't just downed that last glass of Corellian brandy. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...

“Watch me,” he exclaimed, words leaving his mouth before he could follow that thought to its inevitable conclusion. He raised his blaster, positioned himself and ignored the warning screech of the bartender in the background.

#kiraia #swtor ocs #new year drabbles #shavi #al'ethien #thank you so much for letting my use your hunter #I hope I did him justice #let me know if you need anythign changed #shavi omg #and this is why you should never drink and shoot

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Kissing prompts 04

for @kiraia

I have a few leftover kisses from back in february and I really wanted to finish some of them

prompt: drunk kiss (for Al'ethien and my Shavi)

Shavi didn't have any breath left to curse when he slipped on a piece of trash on the street and crashed into one of the market stands, hitting his shoulder hard enough to bruise. He quickly got back on his feet and started running again. He was too fucking drunk for this, but he couldn't afford to slow down. Not with a bunch of angry gang members hot on his tail. This was all Al'ethien's fault, he thought as he rounded a corner and tried not to lose sight of his crazy friend in the maze of streets. Why was it that every time he went drinking with the guy, they ended up running for their lives?

Fuck. Suddenly Al'ethien was nowhere to be seen. Shavi cursed his short legs and rounded another corner, where he was unceremoniously grabbed by the jacket at dragged off the street into a dark entryway. Only seconds later the angry mob ran by the door, shouting his name and waving their makeshift clubs.

Shavi tried not to breathe too loudly, or worse throw up as he huddled next to Al'ethien in the dark hallway. When the last of the gang members had finally passed them, he took a shaky breath and sat down on the floor.

His friend the bounty hnter looked only mildly out of breath, grinning from ear to ear. “That was fun.”

“No, it wasn't.” He wanted to say more, but Al'ethien pulled him to his feet, patted the dust from his jacket and before Shavi knew what was happening, he felt lips brushing against his own. A hand on his neck pulled him forward into an increasingly wet and sloppy kiss. Shavi was too stunned to push his friend away, or kiss back... or even decide how the hell he was feeling about this. He knew he was blushing furiously, but for once in his life he was at a loss for words. Adrenaline still pumping through his veins, he tried to think quickly, to find something to say. Anything.

“Fuck...” was all he could come up with, when they finally separated.

Al'ethien had the gall to wink at him. “Maybe later.”

#ockiss22 #well technically #swtor ocs #kiraia #shavi #al'ethien

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First Lines

tagged by @sullustangin (thank you)

Tagging:  @kaosstar, @lhunuial, @starrypawz, @starrealis, @everybody else who wants to do this

Rules: Don't reblog this post, make a new one! List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.

Ok here we go:

1.  “Are you really sure about this?” Knife's edge

2. When he saw the opening in his opponent’s defense, Drax reacted without thinking. Black eye

3. There was a difference between knowing that you were a disposable asset and actually seeing your own people turn their backs on you. Left behind

4. “How long were you going to try to hide that from me?” Let me see

5. He was back in his tomb on Yavin IV. Nightmares

6. Looking down at the pool of blood spreading on the floor Silvass felt curiously calm. Blood Loss

7. “I don’t care how many there are. We have to go back!” Failed rescue attempt

8. Var'lin woke in a bedroom he didn’t know, in a bed that wasn’t his own. Head wound

9. “But how do you know you don’t like it, when you have never tried it?“ Birthday drabble

10. “Wanna bet?” Al'ethien grinned and played with the credit chip, throwing it in the air and catching it in his hand. Last of the New Year drabbes

>> Ok, this was fun. Since I tend to write very short texts, first and last lines are very important to me. I generally like starting with action or dialogue. The shorter a piece the more likely it is that I open with dialogue, it seems. :)

Did you notice anything else?

#my writing #idk what is writing #thank you for tagging me