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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, R2-D2/Ahsoka Tano Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Satine Kryze, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Ahsoka Tano, R2-D2 (Star Wars), Korkie Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, C-3PO (Star Wars) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Dance, Anthropomorphized Droids, Star Wars Ballet, Established Relationship, Past Relationship(s), Secret Children, Korkie Kryze is a Kenobi, Past physical trauma, Angst and Romance, @obitine-week Series: Part 2 of Jedi Dance Academy Summary: While deciding on his future in dance, Anakin and his collaborators visit the Mandalore Company and learn more about the on-again-off-again romance between his mentor and the formidable Satine Kryze. A Jedi Dance Academy AU. Chapter 5: Choices are provided and decisions are made.

Chapter 5: Reverence

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It’s Heaven Underneath My Skin, But It’s Hell Out Here

alpha!Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x omega!f!reader

Tags friends in denial to lovers, unprotected piv sex feat. knotting, breeding/pregnancy kink, dirty talk, mild angst quickly resolved, no y/n

Word count 4.7k

You and Obi-Wan have been dancing around your feelings for one another for years, from when you were both young Jedi to now, when Obi-Wan is running the galaxy with you by his side. Though you both know how you feel for one another, neither of you actually seem to do anything about it, and part of you thinks that you’ll spend the rest of your life side-stepping the obvious. But your heat comes at an unfortunate time, and prompts the long-awaited discussion — it’s time for you and Obi-Wan to be completely honest and make the move you’ve always been terrified of.

ao3

For once, you’re grateful for the flashy nature of your dress: it distracts from the tiredness very much evident on your face. You’d wanted to just wear your uniform, as you have for all of the other Empire Day — well, more like week at this point — celebrations, but Obi-Wan had fixed you with a grin and told you that if there ever was a time to dress up, it was now.

The man himself has spent the day in his fanciest set of Imperial robes; tight fitting, the whitest of white, with a long, heavy cape, he looks every bit the fearsome, all-powerful, alpha Emperor that he has been for five years now. Right now, he’s discarded the cape that he wore throughout his speech to the citizens of Coruscant earlier, and is sweeping around the ballroom and speaking to all the different people from across the galaxy who’ve been invited to such an important event.

You’re talking to Arana Shek, the wife of the Caridan governor. She was one of the recipients of the annual honours that Obi-Wan has taken to giving out every year — you were one of the people to whom he awarded it in the very first Empire Day celebrations — given the award due to her key role in setting up one of the new Imperial academies there. Obi-Wan always tries to put something to do with education in the yearly awards.

“How does it feel to be part of Mr and Lady Shek?” you ask with a smile.

Arana laughs. “Feels wonderful. Although I suppose it would be Governor and Lady,” she admits.

“Such an accomplished couple,” you grin.

“Like you and the Emperor?” she asks curiously, raising her eyebrows.

“Oh, no. Lord Keleus and I are old friends, used to working together. Nothing romantic there.” It’s a lie, but it needs to be a convincing one — it’s easy to invalidate the position of an omega adviser, especially if people think you only have that position because you’re sleeping with the Emperor.

And you’re not. You’re not sleeping with Obi-Wan; both of you have acknowledged that while you do have romantic feelings for one another, acting upon them in any meaningful way would be impossible. To be entirely honest, sometimes when you’re around Obi-Wan you feel as though a part of you is going to explode because of the wholly confusing nature of your relationship, but you can’t bring yourself to let anything happen.

“I understand. Please forgive me, I didn’t mean to pry.”

You smile. “Not at all, you’re hardly the only person to think that. Many people just jump to conclusions.” You couldn’t count the amount of times someone has assumed that you only hold such a high position within the Empire because you’re the Emperor’s omega. Heavens forbid you have anything to offer the man beyond your designation. “Anyway, how long are you and your husband planning on staying on Coruscant?”

Arana accepts the change of subject, which you’re grateful for. She tells you about their plans to go to the opera while they’re on-planet, and you find yourself giving minimal answers. You begin to feel slightly uncomfortable — more than you already are in this ridiculous dress, anyway — and you find it harder to focus on what Arana is saying.

Eventually, your conversation comes to a close, Arana going off to find her husband, and you go to the bar to get yourself some water. You’re more dehydrated than you previously thought, and immediately get yourself a refill.

“How’s your evening going?” you hear from behind you, and turn to see Obi-Wan having approached you, a smile on his face.

You give him a short bow, as is customary when the two of you are in public. “Very well, my Lord. How is yours?”

He gives you one of those grins of his, one that never fails to make your heart jump a little bit. “Very well also. It would be better if you would do me the honour of letting me have this dance, though.”

You laugh, discomfort momentarily forgotten, and take his outstretched hand, putting your empty glass back on the bar and thanking the bartender. Obi-Wan leads you onto the dance floor, effortlessly joining in with the dance that’s currently taking place. It’s one you’re only vaguely familiar with, but Obi-Wan guides you through it in the Force, helping you to not feel completely out of place.

You’ve danced with Obi-Wan before, but there’s always something about it that feels so special. His body against yours is warm, and his hand taking yours with his other resting at your waist makes you feel, as odd as it is to admit it, really safe. You stay together for several songs, all of them relatively slow ones, before you hear the live band begin to play a particular song introduction that makes you flash your head back to face Obi-Wan.

“Don’t tell me you-” you cut yourself off at the sight of his knowing grin. “Oh, Obi-Wan.”

He laughs. “How could I have a ball that’s attended by you and not have the band play this?”

The song is much more upbeat than the other ones played so far tonight, and one of your favourites. It reminds you of when you and Obi-Wan used to go out to your favourite bar, and the band would always play this song at least once every few days. Though you couldn’t recreate the exact dance you used to do together in a ball-gown, you dance much more energetically than you did before, and neither you nor Obi-Wan can remove the smiles from your faces as you dance around the room.

You’re slightly out of breath as the dance finishes. “I don’t know about you, but I think I need a drink,” you say.

“I agree,” Obi-Wan says, and the two of you walk off the dance floor, giggling to yourselves. It’s not the most becoming behaviour for the most powerful man in the galaxy, but you don’t really think Obi-Wan cares about that right now. You’re still beaming when you go back to the bar, grabbing a drink of water each — no matter how unbecoming you’re willing to act, you’ll still save drinking actual alcohol for smaller, less important events than this — and sitting down at one of the empty tables.

“You should get them to play more stuff like that.”

Obi-Wan nods. “I agree. It was hard enough to convince them to play that one though, apparently they don’t want to risk people ‘moshing’ to their music.”

You can’t help but snort. “I don’t think half the people here know what moshing is.”

“That was my argument, but they still didn’t want to do more than one or two things like this.”

“It was worth it though. Thanks, Obi-Wan.”

He smiles and takes another sip from his water. You sit together for a few minutes, before you’re interrupted by one of the honours recipients, the only one you haven’t properly spoken to yet this evening — Senator Finnall of Hosnian Prime, one of the most popular people in the Senate at the minute.

“Good evening Your Majesty, my Lady,” he says with a bow. “I was wondering if I could possibly steal you for a dance?”

You smile. “Of course, Senator,” you say, standing up. You nod goodbye to Obi-Wan, who remains seated, and head back to the dance floor with Finnall. “I’ve been meaning to congratulate you on your award. Welcome to the club.”

“Thank you, my Lady. It really is an honour.”

The two of you take your stance — not standing as close together as you and Obi-Wan were — and join in with the dancing; another slow song. “I do need to visit Hosnian Prime again soon. How is your family?”

“They’re well, thank you. Unfortunately my wife couldn’t make it tonight — she’s so close to term with our third child, we decided hyperspace wouldn’t be the best for her — but we’re all very excited.”

“I’ll bet. Congratulations,” you say. You’re about to say more, but you’re overcome with another wave of discomfort, and stumble a little.

“Are you alright?” Finnall asks, trying to steady you, but your legs are shaky as a level of panic rushes through you.

Kriff. As the situation dawns on you, you’re immediately grateful for the scent blockers you take every day, but you curse your frustratingly irregular cycle. Unfortunately, you’re incredibly allergic to all the suppressants currently available to people, so have always been completely beholden to the several days of heat that come along every few months, which seems to have decided that right now is the best time to strike.

Your scent-blockers are strong, but there isn’t much they can do for an omega in the throes of heat: you need to get out of here, and soon. Thankfully, Senator Finnall is a beta, so his scent isn’t becoming particularly attractive to you, but those of the various alphas scattered around the room are.

“What happened?” The voice is dark and thundering behind you as Obi-Wan’s hand is placed firmly on your shoulder — he must have sensed your distress through the Force.

Finnall looks scared and completely at a loss. “I’m sorry, Your Majesty, I have no idea.”

“He- it’s not his fault, Obi-Wan,” you get out. Heat, you push at him through the Force, and watch as his expression completely shifts. “I need to-”

“Come on,” Obi-Wan says, voice sounding more concerned. “Good evening, Senator.” And then he scoops you up in his arms and marches out of the ballroom.

It’s completely humiliating, being carried out of the room by Lord kriffing Keleus, ruler of the galaxy, but you know that you probably wouldn’t be able to walk properly by now. That shakiness and discomfort is beginning to shift into that warmth you know all too well, settling low in your abdomen and distracting you from all coherent thought.

With the way that Obi-Wan’s carrying you, your face is pressed slightly into his neck, and his scent is incredibly strong. You’ve always been fond of the way Obi-Wan smells, but you’ve never been faced with it in preheat before, and it’s almost overwhelming. Some deep part of you is itching to sink your teeth into the skin there, and you try not to grind your jaw as you avoid it.

Due to how focused you are on Obi-Wan’s scent, you don’t even realise where you’re going until you’re placed down on the sofa in your own quarters. You immediately curl up, drawing your legs against your chest, and look up at Obi-Wan as he gazes back down at you.

“Is there anything I can get you?” he asks.

You shake your head. “It’s okay. I know how to deal with this. You can go back to the ball.”

Obi-Wan sighs. “Darling, I won’t be able to go back to the ball when I’m concerned about you like this. I’m either staying here with you or I’m going back to my quarters.”

You consider it for a second, the prospect of getting Obi-Wan to stay with you. It would be a lie to say you don’t want to take him as a mate, but… you don’t want this to happen without any prior discussion. You don’t want him to think that he’s taking advantage of you.

“I- I would rather be on my own for this,” you say. “But. Could you give me your jacket? I’d like something that smells of you.”

Obi-Wan’s expression softens more than you thought it could, and he nods, immediately beginning to take off the white garment. “Of course. I’ll come back to check on you tomorrow,” he says, and hands his jacket to you. You press it to your nose the second it’s in your grasp, inhaling the comforting scent of Obi-Wan, and keep holding it close to you.

“Thank you.”

He steps back, and although it kills you to do so, you stop yourself from calling out for him to stay. You need to make sure that he leaves now, before you’re properly lost in your heat and say something that you might regret.

Despite knowing that it’s the right thing to do, it’s still awful watching Obi-Wan say one final goodbye and leave your quarters. He gives you one more look over his shoulder once he’s stepped through the door, and then he’s gone.

The next few days are not remotely fun at all. True to his word, Obi-Wan visits the next day, but it’s while you’re asleep, and he leaves out a bottle of water and one of his shirts for when you wake up. He comes with supplies multiple times when you’re sleeping; you suspect that it’s on purpose, and you’re grateful for it. You would be incredibly embarrassed if he walked in on you while you were desperately chasing relief with your dildo.

Eventually, your head feels clear enough to leave your quarters, and on still somewhat-shaky legs, you make your way over to Obi-Wan’s. It’s late evening, and all of the Empire Day celebrations are over now, so he wouldn’t have any reason to be elsewhere.

The door opens soon after you ring the doorbell, and you walk in to see Obi-Wan sitting at his sofa. “How are you?” he asks, a smile on his face.

You walk over to the sofa, and sit down next to him, curling into his side-along embrace when he puts an arm around you. “Better. Thank you for dropping things off. It made things a lot easier than usual.” Despite how close you and Obi-Wan are, he’s never helped you through your heat before: you’ve always been able to figure out that it’s coming with enough time to sort everything out on your own beforehand, no help needed.

“It was no problem,” Obi-Wan says. “If you need my help again, don’t be afraid to ask.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly.

You sit there in silence for a little bit, just enjoying the feeling of being in Obi-Wan’s arms again. His scent is as comforting to you as it always is, and you wonder what Obi-Wan thinks of your own scent: you’re not sure if there’s ever been a time he’s been around your natural scent before, and you didn’t take your usual scent-blockers before coming over, so he can almost definitely smell you right now.

As though reading your mind, Obi-Wan speaks. “You smell- really nice,” he says somewhat awkwardly, but it makes you smile.

“So do you.”

“I don’t know, it… even though I’ve never smelled it before, it’s like- it’s like home.”

Your chest feels warm at the admission. “That’s what I’ve always thought about you, Obi-Wan.”

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, as though working up the courage to speak. “Why aren’t we mated already?”

You stiffen, and move out of Obi-Wan’s embrace, shuffling across the sofa away from him. You feel suddenly cold, but that’s probably good for you right now. “You know why. We just can’t. Things are still so new with the Empire, so busy, we don’t have time for anything like that. And- and who’s to say you won’t find another omega you’d rather be with; I don’t want you to regret me.”

Obi-Wan fixes you with a flat look. “You’re ridiculous if you think there could ever be another omega for me. What, is there another alpha for you?”

“No!” you say, and stand up — perhaps you should leave. “Don’t be stupid.”

“Oh, so you won’t find another alpha, but I’ll drop everything for another omega?”

You shrug. “You don’t know what’s going to happen.”

Obi-Wan stands too. “Yes, I do. If things go your way, we’ll keep skirting around the idea of mating for ever and ever, never actually doing what we both desperately want to do, until we’re dead. Do you want that?”

“No. No, I don’t, I just-” You sigh. “Can’t we wait for things to settle down? Just a bit longer?”

“I’m tired of waiting. I’ve waited for you long enough; when are you finally going to admit that we belong to one another, and we have done so ever since we met?”

“Obi-Wan, we can’t,” you get out, even though his words are making more and more sense.

“We can. That’s the thing! We’ve been able to since leaving the Jedi. When will you realise that nobody will think less of you for being my mate? Half the galaxy already thinks we’re mated.”

You take in a deep breath, willing for your eyes to stop watering. “Obi-Wan, I want it. I want to be your mate, I really do, I’m just- I’m just terrified about the effect you have on me. You’ve always been the one person who could get me to do anything, and if- if you were to mate me, what would happen then?”

“We could be open, and honest, and we wouldn’t have to hide-”

“No, that’s not what I mean. I’m afraid of losing control of myself. Do you know what you do to me?”

“Do you know what you do to me?” Obi-Wan counters. “Darling, I feel like I’m losing control every time I see you around someone who doesn’t know what we are to each other. I need the galaxy to know you’re mine, and that I’m yours.”

When he says mine his eyes flash an even brighter gold, and you can’t help the pulse of arousal that shoots through you when he says it, despite the shame that it brings with it. “This- this is exactly what I mean; this isn’t good for either of us-”

“Since when does what’s ‘good’ matter when it comes to the two of us? We’ve been ignoring this for years now, clearly what’s best for us hasn’t come into the equation at all.”

“Obi-Wan, I-” you sigh again. “I love you, but this scares me.”

He fixes you with a level gaze. “Do you trust me?” he asks plainly.

You swallow. “I do.” No matter what the two of you have gone through, Obi-Wan is still the one person in the galaxy that you’d trust with anything. “I just don’t trust myself.”

He holds out a hand. “Then trust me to make sure that this doesn’t all go wrong.”

After a moment’s hesitation, you reach out and grasp his outstretched hand. Obi-Wan immediately pulls you closer, drawing you into a passionate kiss. You’ve kissed Obi-Wan before, drunken make-out sessions when the two of you were still Jedi, but this is different. The intent goes so much deeper, and there’s a greater level of desperation as Obi-Wan holds you close to him.

“I love you, darling,” he says. “We’re going to be able to make this work, I promise.”

Your only response is to kiss him again, sucking on his tongue when he slides it into your mouth. He places his hands at your hips, drawing them against his, and you can easily feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against you, in turn increasing your own.

His mouth moves so that he’s pressing kisses against your jaw, then trailing down to your neck. He’s just about at your mating gland, and you’re waiting for him to bite you, but he pulls back for a second.

“Darling- omega- can I?”

“Yes, Obi-Wan, mark me, do it,” you beg.

Your bond is sealed as his teeth sink into the gland at your neck; it’s like something just clicks into place, and you feel more connected to Obi-Wan than you ever have before. You let out a moan, sinking into Obi-Wan’s embrace as you feel your mating bond solidify. Everything is intensified; you can feel your alpha’s — your alpha’s — arousal alongside your own, even more than you already could in the Force, and all you can do is clutch onto him.

Obi-Wan removes his mouth from your neck, deciding instead that he wants to kiss you again. You’re still holding on to him, but manage to put some effort into the kiss, attempting to show him how much you care for him.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan,” you get out when you come apart. “It- this was going to happen eventually.”

“I’m glad it’s happened now, while we can still have a proper life together.”

You smile at one another for a second, before you’re reminded of the blazing arousal that you’re feeling due to having just been mated. “Kriff, alpha, please can you fuck me?”

“Oh darling, I worried that you’d never ask.”

The fact that you’re already in his arms is useful, allowing him to easily pick you up again and carry you through to his bedroom. You wrap your legs around his waist, kissing various spots on his neck and sucking at the skin there, excited to give him his own mark in return.

When he reaches his bed, he sits down, keeping you in his arms so you’re sitting on his lap. You adjust yourself so you’re straddling him, putting your hands on his shoulders. “Can I bite you, now?”

“Please,” Obi-Wan says, baring his neck for you. You hesitate for just a second, savouring the thought that he’s letting you do this, before biting down until your teeth break the skin and you can just about taste your mate’s blood. You lick over the mark, soothing it, before pulling away to look your alpha in the eyes again. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, alpha.” You settle further into his lap, grinding down against his clothed cock and savouring the noise that he makes in response. “Now fuck me before I regret my decision.”

It’s an empty threat — as if you’d ever regret finally solidifying your bond with Obi-Wan — but it gets the response you want anyway; his eyes begin to burn and his fingers tighten their grip on your hips. In a split second, he’s moving you both so that you’re lying down on your front and he’s right above you, pulling down the loose trousers you’d put on before coming over, as well as your underwear.

He puts his hand to the juncture of your thighs, and you can feel his response to the wetness there through the Force. Two fingers are pushed into your cunt and curled, and you can’t block the moan that comes from your throat at the feeling. It’s been years since you’ve done anything with anyone else, and you’ve never done anything at all with anyone you care about as much as Obi-Wan, and everything you’re feeling right now is indescribable. All of the good physical feelings are being reinforced through your Force bond, almost echoing around you, and you’re excited to see how it feels when he actually fucks you.

You don’t have to wait too long for that, as Obi-Wan soon removes his fingers to take off his own trousers. You whine at the feeling of emptiness and turn around to look back at him, watching as he pulls off his shirt and tosses it away. Your eyes are soon drawn to his newly-bared, hard cock though, widening at the thought of it finally being inside you.

Obi-Wan takes his cock in one hand, pressing it against your entrance and pausing for a second before properly pushing into you. You let out another broken moan at how it feels, actually feeling complete for once in your life now you’re properly joined with your alpha.

“Kriff- Obi-Wan, alpha-” you get out as he begins to thrust, finding his rhythm before increasing the force behind them, gripping more tightly to your hips.

“Darling, you feel so perfect,” he says. “Can I go harder?”

“Please do, you’re so good-” Obi-Wan laughs as his next, harder push inside you cuts you off with a yelp. He’s more confident now, and it’s wonderful.

Your alpha’s thrusts are punishing, strong; if you were capable of any coherent thought right now you’d certainly be thinking about how much you’re going to hurt tomorrow. You’re making an incoherent series of noises, and Obi-Wan isn’t doing much better if the growl he lets out from deep in his throat is any indication.

He drops to his hands like he’s properly mounting you, his warm chest pressing against your back. One arm wraps around your torso, pulling you up and closer to him as he presses haphazard kisses to your neck.

“So glad you’re finally mine,” he says with a growl.

It’s hard to speak — your prediction of the Force bond feeling even better was completely correct — but you manage to reply. “’lways was yours, Obi-Wan.”

“Yes, you were, weren’t you?” You can hear the smirk in his voice. “Now it’s official. We can be together in front of everyone-” another particularly strong thrust- “And what better way to show you’re mine than to fuck you fat with my babies?”

You’re certain that your Force signature must flare with arousal when he says that, and you bury your head into your pillow with a loud moan. “Please, alpha,” you say, voice muffled and desperate sounding.

“You like that? You like the idea of everyone knowing how I’ve fucked you properly? How nobody else is ever going to have a chance with you? My perfect omega?”

The noise that comes out of you then is hardly more than a wail, and you helplessly clench around Obi-Wan’s fat cock, as though coaxing him into knotting you. He lets out a moan of his own, and you can feel his knot begin to swell at the base of his cock, slowing down his thrusts slightly. You press back against him, still desperate to feel more of him, and it seems to make his knot swell even more. It isn’t long before he pulls away from you but can’t pull out, locked inside of you.

He still manages to move a little, and it’s one of those smaller thrusts that pushes you over the edge. You can feel tears forming in the corner of your eyes as the orgasm washes over you, clenching even more on the knot. It really does echo around you in the Force, keeping you at that peak for much longer than you’d be there usually, becoming even more intense when Obi-Wan himself comes. Your hips are writhing, almost milking the come from his cock until it fills you completely and you allow yourself to still.

You suddenly become more aware of Obi-Wan’s heavy breathing, brushing against your ear and sending a shiver down your spine, as he comes down from his own high. He seems to have finally been silenced, and simply presses a kiss against your cheek as he relaxes more.

“I love you, Obi-Wan.” You don’t think you’ll ever get sick of saying that, of reaffirming what the two of you are to one another.

“I love you,” he says, before pressing another kiss to your cheek. You can feel it beyond his words, too; though there’s still a faint element of arousal to your Force bond it’s mostly been replaced with pure adoration on both sides — adoration, and relief, at finally having been open with one another about your feelings.

The two of you move so you’re lying on your sides instead, in a position a little more comfortable while you wait for Obi-Wan’s knot to go down. You swallow. “I’m still a bit nervous about openly being with you,” you admit, “but I know it will be okay.”

Obi-Wan takes one of your hands in his. They’re both a bit sweaty, but neither of you care, and interlace your fingers with each other. “We just need to trust each other. It might be a bit strange at first, but I doubt anyone will be surprised. And anyone who is critical isn’t worth having near us in the first place.”

You laugh softly. “Yes, use our mating as an opportunity to see who is and isn’t a good part of our circle. Great.”

“Hey, I don’t see why not,” Obi-Wan says with a grin. “But I’m sure it won’t come to anything like that. We’re meant to be together. And the galaxy will surely see that.”

He says it with such certainty; if you didn’t already believe it then you’d have been completely convinced now. But you do believe it. Obi-Wan has been a constant in your life for as long as you can remember, and now that the two of you have mated it’s like a reassurance that he’ll continue to be that constant for many years to come. You’re just excited to see what those years will bring.

thank you for reading! i hope you enjoyed and have had a wonderful new year — immediately after celebrating with my friends i was overcome with the inspo to finish this lmao so here it is earlier than anticipated. learning you part three is also on its way! the hardest part of this was deciding whether to choose the title from my sith au band (the feeling) or my abo au band (take that lmao). i (unsurprisingly if you know me) chose the latter. ngl i don’t know if any non-uk readers will know who either of those bands are lmao but i lurve them both

likes/reblogs are always v much appreciated <3

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Random cute Luke x Reader headcanons that live in my head rent-free pt 4 (dancing edition)

- I know I just posted pt 3, but the last bullet put me in my dancing with Luke feels, so here’s another one lol.

- He’s not the best dancer, but he tries for you. He doesn’t actually know any moves, but loves just making it up as he goes and having fun with you (if you teach him some moves though, he turns into mr smooth/graceful on the dance floor and even Leia is impressed).

- Whenever he had nightmares or couldn’t sleep as a kid, Beru would have little dance parties in the kitchen with him at 3am. Sometimes he still goes into the kitchen after a nightmare or during a bout of insomnia cuz he finds it comforting.

- You found him in the kitchen once and, even though you had no idea about his and Beru’s dance parties, you grabbed his hands to comfort him. When some music from another room/part of the base floated through the door, you started swinging your entwined hands back and forth while smiling shyly up at him. He got all teary eyed and pulled you close as he began to slowly dance with you.

- Sometimes he’ll do this with his padawans too after starting his Jedi academy. If you two have kids, he’ll do it with them too, no matter how little they are. Even if they’re just an infant who can’t even sit up by themselves yet, he’ll just cradle them in his arms and gently sway back and forth.

- If you’re a good dancer, he definitely makes Leia give him some lessons to try and impress you.

- The first time you two attend a fancy party (there were a lot of those post-ROTJ when the new republic was slowly forming and mr blew-up-the-death-star and killed-the-emperor was expected to attend), he of course takes you as his plus one, whether you’re together or not. He’s so shy and sweet when he asks if you’ll go with him and even more so later when he asks you to dance, how could you say no?

- He’ll gladly find a little private spot outside for just the two of you if you don’t wanna dance in front of everyone. But if you don’t mind an audience, he’s ecstatic to show you off, especially if you’re all dressed up. He’s not possessive by any means, but is very proud to have you by his side and is definitely the “yeah, you might think I’m cool, but have you met my partner?” type.

- If you’re dancing with someone else, he’ll just watch you like 😍. He’s not the jealous type and completely understands why other people would wanna dance with you. But also he just can’t help himself and when the other person is ready to sit down, he’ll step in and grab your waist before you have a chance to move.

- Bonus if he’s watching: someone standing next to him comments on how pretty/handsome/good looking you are, and he just responds with “they really are, aren’t they?” with the softest look on his face.

- He only dances with people he’s close with/feels comfortable with. You and Leia are really the only ones he’ll do it with, since he views it as something very intimate. If he’s in a situation where refusing would offend someone, he’ll dance with them but you notice he’s much more stiff and formal than he is with you and the dance ends much sooner. If he can tell some seedy politician is drooling over him and he CAN refuse without causing a ruckus, he will and then will turn and ask you instead.

- Loves touching your forehead to his while you dance. Sometimes sneaks a lil kiss in.

- Melts if there’s no music, so you start humming or singing instead. He loves the sound of your voice and could listen to it all day. Sometimes he’ll start humming with you, but he’s tone deaf af (inherited from anakin) and sometimes is so off-key, you both start laughing.

- Loves when you nuzzle into him while dancing and will do it back to you while pulling you tight against his chest.

- Just laughs when you step on his toes.

- When you’re done dancing, he’ll pull you into a tight hug, murmur a soft “thank you, sweetheart/starflower/[insert whatever term of endearment you want],” and leave a little kiss on your temple.

- If marriage/a wedding is your thing, he’s so excited to do the first dance with you and tries to hide his little sniffle and watery eyes. Once everyone leaves at the end of the night, he’ll pull you to the middle of the dance floor to have another one.

- Will literally do this with you till the day you die, even when he’s old and gray and his joints don’t sway as well as they used to.

#luke skywalker #star wars #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker imagine #star wars x reader #star wars fanfiction #star wars imagine #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker headcanon #luke skywalker fluff

[mygreatadventurehasbegun]

In honor of John Williams' 92nd Birthday, here are my top five favorite musical moments from his very long career.

These are in no particular order.

It was really difficult to pick just one piece of music from the entire SW saga...I almost picked Yoda and the Force...but there's something about this one that just tugs at my heartstrings...there's just that little touch of melancholy, which is deeply felt when this theme is reused in The Last Jedi.

I mean...this is way too iconic not to include. Sticking with those low bass notes and low brass just brings the biggest sense of dread, it's almost unrelenting and there's no way to escape what's under the water.

Man, does this one give me so much nostalgia. In many ways, this feels like one of John Williams' more underrated scores, and if you haven't listened to it in a while, check it out! There are moments of pure epic adventure, like in it's main theme, which gets you pumped up for sword fights and flying. But there are a couple of really haunting moments from the score before we journey to Neverland.

Time for something a bit different! One of John Williams' first film scores, and it is so different from what we normally hear from him! Particularly this little ditty...this is when Simon and Nicole are locked in the closet and he schemes to get the key from the other side of the wall. Every time I hear it, I can't help but dance a little in my seat! Also, this was apparently used in the movie Ted? That's what half the comments for this video reference....

And finally...I'm kinda cheating with this one, but I love it too much to not include it. While Williams' didn't technically write this music, he did do all the orchestrations for the film (and wrote this massive violin solo, which does not appear in the stage play), and ended up creating one of my favorite opening credit sequences of all time...and also won him his first of his five Academy Awards!

Happy Birthday, John Williams!!

#john williams #hook #how to steal a million #star wars #jurassic park #fiddler on the roof #indiana jones #jaws

[nichestartrekkie0-0]

Master post of stuff :)

I suck at post stuff- I hope these links work! Pls lmk if they don't :))

Also! I take both asks and requests! If y'all have something u wanna know/see lmk!!

Chapters of my long fic:

Ch 1: Hannah, Super-Secret Government Bullshit in Antarctica

Ch 2: Oh. Ok.

Ch 3: Hannah, Jedi Mind Tricks

Regular fics:

Excuse me, that's my problem (Fluffy space anomaly shenanigans)

Bleeding Heart (more fluff) Ushaan fic

Give me that (Mentor/mentee fluff)

He'll know- (Hemmer and Una friend-fic)

Singing is personal- (La'an and Hemmer friend-fic)

Net Worth (Spock and Hemmer at a gala, friend-fic)

Asks:

Mirrorverse Aenar/Hemmer

wedding stuff

Aenar food

Aenar attraction/beauty

Aenar relationships

Aenar clothes (text)

Aenar movies/media

Aenar in Starfleet Academy! (or, Hemmer haha)

Aenar and Gender/Compatibility/relationships

Aenar pets!

Art:

Mirrorverse Hemmer

Mirrorverse Hemmer post w/headcanons

Aenar traditional clothes

old tattoo sketch- Hemmer

Late for school! sketch variation

Hemmer in a tie/suit

D'vana Tendi

star wars crossover

my magnum opus- Hemmer in the Academy

Hemmer Dancing sketch

Da'an sketch

Da'an with her Aenar tattoos!

Tuxedo Hemmer

T'lyn

Mariner and Brad :3

#star trek #masterlist #god i hope this works

[scottysketches]

wip wednesday

A little snippet of something I'm working on. I can't quite decide whether it'll be in ch4 or ch5 of Don't Dream It's Over, but it will be one of those two, no later. Hopefully, now that I've blocked out what I want to have happen in the remaining chapters I'll be able to get back into the swing of actually - you know - writing it.

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As their training sessions progress it becomes clear to Obi-Wan that Korkie’s reflexes, though deceptively quick for a young man with no prior combat experience or training, are far from what they should be for a being sensitive to the Force. Korkie attributes it to the dance lessons he partook in while a student at Sundari’s Royal Academy of Government, and Obi-Wan muses that his son being a dancer makes his willowy frame understandable. But those reflexes need to be faster.

And so he devises a game.

Korkie exhales steadily as he balances on one foot, his eyes closed, arms crossed over his chest and his hands gripping his shoulders. His stamina has vastly improved and with his recovering health and increased weight his muscles are starting to show some signs of healthy definition. Currently, his hair is tied back and away from his face, a tiny ponytail at the back of his head, not too dissimilar to the way Obi-Wan’s hair had looked whilst he had been a padawan. His breeches are slung low on his hips, the black waistband of his undergarments visible and a stark contrast to the sand-coloured trousers he’s wearing.

Obi-Wan makes his way around his son in a wide circle, quietly tossing a small foam ball in the air and catching it in the opposite hand each time. Though she had been wary of allowing Korkie to partake in any form of combat training, Satine watches her lover and their son with keen eyes from the breakfast island. “Repeat after me,” Obi-Wan instructs clearly, and Korkie’s brows furrow slightly as he listens to his father’s words. “There is no emotion, there is peace.”

“There is no emotion,” Korkie calmly repeats, his eyes still closed, “there is peace.”

“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.”

“There is no ignorance, there is knowledge.” His son wobbles slightly but regains his balance.

Obi-Wan lets his eyes narrow slightly, continues to move around Korkie, and contemplates his next move. “There is no passion, there is serenity.”

“There is no passion, there is serenity.”

“There is no chaos, there is harmony.”

Korkie echoes the fourth line of the Jedi meditation mantra back to his father. “There is no chaos, there is harmony.”

“There is no death, there is the Force.”

“There is no death,” his son says softly, his furrowed brow relaxing and his Force signature softening, “there is the Force.”

His relaxed manner gives Obi-Wan his opening. Tossing the ball in the air one more time, he grips it tight, winds his arm back and shouts, “Think fast!” as he throws the ball with substantial velocity at his son’s chest.

Korkie yelps as the foam ball makes hard contact with his bare skin, leaving a round pink mark in its place from the impact. He wobbles once more, finally placing his other foot on the ground to right himself and opens his eyes. “Ow! What the hell was that for?!”

Obi-Wan grins, and from behind him he can hear Satine laughing. Summoning the ball back into his hand, he says, “Your reflexes need work. They’re faster than those of someone not as sensitive to the Force as you or I, but you’ve a ways to go until I’ll even consider weapons training with our lightsabers. Until then, we’ll continue using the practice sabers.”

“So your solution to train my reflexes is to brutalise me with a foam ball?” Korkie mutters sarcastically, rolling his head from side to side and working the knots out of his neck, the palm of his hand coming to rest over the spot just under his ribs where the ball had struck him.

#wip wednesday #wip #fic wip #star wars #star wars the clone wars #sw tcw #sw tcw fanfic #obi-wan kenobi #satine kryze #korkie kryze #obi-wan kenobi x satine kryze #obi-wan x satine #obitine #satine lives au #korkie kryze is a kenobi #scotty's words

[disneyparksattractionstournament]

Extinct Disney Parks and Attractions tournament round 1: Group D1

Reminder, you don't have had to experience any of the attractions/experiences to vote! Just read in the info and/or watch the vid,then vote for which you wish you would have experienced more/which sounds cooler!

Videos and propaganda/info dumping under cut

Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights: MGM/Hollywood Studios (1995-2016)

Jedi Training Academy: Hollywood Studios (2007-2020), Disneyland (2006-2018), Disneyland Paris (2015-2017), Hong Kong Disneyland (2016-2021)

Propaganda:

"C'mon now. You know how cool it was for yourself (or to watch a sibling) to fight a *Sith Lord??* That's an unforgettable experience for a kid."

#disney parks #extinct disney parks attractions tournament #poll #polls #tournament poll #round 1 #retired disney #disney world #defunctland #mgm studios #hollywood studios #star wars #Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights

[thecoffeelorian]

Study Buddies, Part 2 of 3

Pairing: Thrawn x GN!Reader; Thrawn x Autistic Reader

Brief Synopsis: Arriving late to a study session, you fear that Thrawn might end up reporting you to your superiors. However, after realizing you’ve just been bullied by another student, things take a slightly unexpected turn…

Tagging: @telltale-vixen @blackddarling @pencil-urchin @razzel-my-dazzel22 @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @al-astakbar and anyone else looking for more smut-free reader fics.

Extra Notes: I took a note out of Timothy Zahn's book, and used the Zulu word for 'painful' because there was no Sy Bisti word listed in the Google searches.

“…I don’t know when—or if—they’re gonna be back. Do…do you think they might try again?” Surprisingly, though, he’s more or less held back ever since you both entered this Academy for the first time—and even now, as he’s reaching out a hand to check the extent of your injuries, he’s looking less like a mysterious predator from Wild Space, and more like the average doctor you might see at home. Or, dare you allow yourself to think such things…like some sort of hero from all the stories you read as a child. “Perhaps…if I don’t find them first. Please look up for me.” His right hand is nudging your head upward a few seconds before you can fully react, and just like any new patient, you’re obeying him without thinking twice about it. He’s cold to the touch at first, and yet— “—You might find this approach slightly unorthodox, but nevertheless...do tell me if this feels, ah…buhlungu?” “ ‘Painful’?” “Yes. Painful.” And yet, you’re not exactly flinching away from him, either. There is a slight twinge of pain from that area as he applies a little pressure, what sort of person would you be if you hadn’t felt some manner of aches and pains from an ambush like that one—and yet, almost like some kind of magic trick, you feel a tiny sense of something warm sparking up in the sore area, something very close to heat therapy making that soreness fade away. In other words, in a matter of seconds, the pain in that once-tender spot has completely vanished. “There. How are you feeling now, y/n?” “Uh…better, I think?” “Excellent. Your eye next, if you will.” Whatever hesitation you might have felt about this little meeting is now, along with the pain in your jaw, no longer present. Instead, you’re just about leaning into Thrawn’s touch this time, the beginnings of what you can only call ‘butterflies’ starting to flutter around your stomach. In return, the same cold-to-hot treatment spreads slowly across the area beneath your right eye, and you watch in silent amazement as his look of deep, almost scowling concentration softens into a satisfied smile. Clearly, in spite of you once thinking otherwise, he's rather enjoying this. And, also somewhat in spite of yourself, so are you. “Where did you learn this...this magic trick? Back on your home planet?” “In a way...yes. Yes, I did indeed, though I’m nowhere near as skilled as the women of my kind...” There’s a small pause between you, a slight break in the action as you both decide to take a slight breather. Perhaps it’s just as well, too, if he’s feeling the level of fluctuating emotions as strongly as you have been. “...They might have tracked down your Korvo in a heartbeat, never mind also convincing him to drown himself without speaking a word.” Well now, looks like Thrawn is emotional after all. The simple act of bullying hasn’t failed to garner his rage, and if those other cadets aren’t too careful, they might even find themselves on the receiving end of battle practice some time in the near future. If, you add to yourself, someone else doesn’t also decide to watch him in action. “Without speaking? Y’ mean...like those Jedi folks?” He’s gone from smiling to scowling in the meantime, but when he answers you again, some of the venom has started to fade from his voice. “Of a sort, I suppose. Anyway...just one more thing, if you’re willing?”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #starwarsfanfiction #grand admiral thrawn #thrawn x reader #thrawn x gn! reader #thrawn x autistic reader #mitth'raw'nuruodo #thrawn #actually autistic #18+ only

[messers-moony]

Devotion: Chapter Twenty-Eight | F.H

Paring: Five Hargreeves X Fem!Reader (Series)

Summary: In which the Hargreeves siblings come together to stop the end of the world.

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Umbrella Academy. All rights go to the creators of the show, the comics and everyone in between. Gifs used in these chapters are NOT mine and are/were found on Pinterest.

Warnings: Cursing, Sex, Nudity, Violence, Gore, Alcohol, Drugs, Smoking, Intense Scenes, and Abuse (if I missed any let me know)

—The Curse

❝Is this guardian a Jedi?❞

They danced. As the world continued to end around them, they danced together. Y/n still had a sinking feeling in her chest, and as the seconds went on, it got deeper. She sighed. Sloane and Luther continued to sway in the middle of the floor. Allison and Ben sat at a table together. Viktor and Klaus did their own subtle dance. Lila and Diego danced together under the blue dotted lights. 

Y/n felt someone tap her shoulder, and she looked up. Diego was standing behind her, “May I take her away for a dance?”

Five looked down. His chest felt empty without her leaning on it. Y/n smiled, and Five sighed, “You may.”

Y/n took Diego’s hand and let him pull her into a clumsy dance. She watched Five go back to the table. She felt Diego step on her shoes multiple times and chuckled, “God, you are awful at this.”

“Well, Klaus was always my partner.” Diego replied, “You don’t learn much when your partner is giggling and not listening.”

She smiled and took the lead. Diego’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but he let her lead him in a waltz. Y/n chuckled every time he would accidentally trip over his own feet. They danced until they were out of breath. Diego smiled before twirling her. Her hair flipped, and she laughed before letting go of his hand to sit beside Five at the table. She could smell the alcohol on him. 

Y/n pulled out the chair on Five’s right and grabbed a glass of water. She knew that if Five kept drinking, someone would have to take care of him. The glass had condensation on it, and it left her fingertips wet. It thudded against the plastic table. Five was eating beside her. Klaus was wandering around with a champagne flute. 

“Cinco! Ocho!” Klaus did finger guns, “Mi Hermano. Mi Hermana.”

“Oh, God.” Five muttered as Klaus sat down on his left, “What do you want?”

“Listen to me. Dad is upstairs right now with a plan to save everything. So what say we pop up to the suite for a little chitchat?”

Five narrowed his eyes, “Are you like Frick and Frack with the old man now?”

“This dad's different. He's a turtle.” Klaus said, “Hard on the outside, but all cute and wrinkly and occasionally delicious on the inside.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,”

“Klaus?” 

“Yeah?”

Five took a sip of champagne, “Old dogs like me and him never change. He has never had our best interests at heart.”

“So, my only plan for tonight is to get fucked up beyond all recognition,” Five continued, “And make love to my wonderful girlfriend.”

Y/n choked on her water, “For fucks sake.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

“Sure.” Klaus clinked their glasses, “Have at it.”

“I shall!”

She shook her head and placed her cup down. Five continued to eat beside her. Klaus looked over at Diego and Lila. Y/n watched Lila come over and mutter something. She tilted her head at them. Then Chet walked around with an old camera. She watched him press the button, and a white flash filled her vision. 

Cameras flashed on every block on the way back to the Academy. A thirteen-year-old Y/n sat in the back of the limousine. Ben sat beside her. He had blood all over his uniform and his hands. Five sat in front of her, and Klaus was on his left. She picked at the blood beneath her nails. Her hair was matted with blood, and it stained her cheeks. She could feel it drying. It made her feel sticky. 

Y/n looked out the window. Fans lined up on every sidewalk with posters, cosplays, and signs. Most fans had Spaceboy, The Rumor, and The Boy posters. Some kids had The Horror posters. One kid had even dressed up like him. Ben was horrified. She saw very few of the Séance and the Kraken. Y/n knew they weren’t trendy. Not one kid or teen had anything to do with her. 

The Curse was precisely that, a Curse. She felt the weight of the pistol on her hip and sighed. She sat crossed-legged in the back as Ben fidgeted. She could hear Allison and Diego arguing in the front. Luther said nothing in the passenger seat. Five and Klaus whispered together. Ben didn’t like to talk. Y/n appreciated it. She wasn’t fond of talking. 

Her uniform was splattered all over. It was no longer navy blue. She had been too close when Allison exploded a man’s mind. Y/n was instantly covered in his blood. Allison didn’t look the slightest apologetic and ran off to Luther. She sighed and wiped her face with her sleeve. It turned darker instantly. She turned to see Five being cornered by a man and tucked her hair away. 

Diego’s knife was left on the ground. Y/n picked it up and threw it at one of the men, and he crumbled to the floor. Five looked baffled as the other collapsed with no warning. He looked down to see Y/n clenching her fist. She looked determined, “What the hell are you waiting for, Number Five? Get off your ass!”

Y/n heard a wisp, and he was gone. She held out her hand, and the knife flew back into her palm. It was covered in blood. She wiped it on her skirt before throwing it to Diego. He caught it seamlessly, “You know, you could be nicer to him, yeah?”

“I saved his life,” She retorted, “That’s plenty nice.”

He snorted. She saw Klaus get distracted. A man was reloading his gun, and Y/n walked over to him. She kicked him on the back of the knees, and they buckled. Y/n grabbed the gun from his hand and shot him in the back of the skull. She looked up and shook the hair out of her face. Klaus had wide eyes, and Y/n unloaded the gun before throwing it out, “Watch your ass, Number Four.”

She whipped around at a gun firing. Behind her, a bullet was flying threw the room toward her. Y/n huffed and turned it around. It penetrated the man’s chest and hit the wall behind him. Everyone stared. Y/n knew she looked ridiculous. Her foot was on a dead man’s neck, with blood covering every inch of her body. She walked away from the man and looked around the room. She heard Diego whistle.

“Thank god, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Y/n walked toward the entrance and threw the doors open. The flashes blinded her. They were bright white, and all she could hear was clicking. People crowded the gate, and she navigated through them. Everyone followed behind her to the road where the limousine waited. Y/n growled with frustration.

“Get the fuck out of the way!” She yelled, “We would all like to go home now.”

People parted on the steps, and she sighed. Her shoes left bloody footprints all down the stairs. Y/n opened the car door and walked to the back row. It was a twenty-minute drive to the Academy. Everyone exited in number order. Y/n watched them exit. Luther had no blood on him. Diego had some on his cheek. Allison had some splatters on her arm. Klaus had none. Five had some on his face. Ben had some on his uniform and hands. Y/n exited the car covered from head to toe with blood. 

Reginald held out his cane and stopped her from entering the Academy. She backed up from the doors and narrowed her eyes. Then she felt her knees give out. He’d hit the back of her knees with his cane, and the crowd was laughing like it was entertainment. She growled and went to stand, but he hit her again. Y/n was tired, sticky, and annoyed. She looked up to see Ben, Vanya, and Diego in the door window. 

Y/n felt a burning pain on her back and her hands slid against the sidewalk. Her palms burned, and he slammed his cane down on her back. No one complained or yelled for her. No one cried for the villain. No one wanted to save the villain. Her head was pushed down, and all she heard was laughing before everything darkened. 

She shook her head. She felt her heart pound beneath her chest. Y/n pushed out of her chair, and Five furrowed his eyebrows, “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Y/n pushed in her chair, “I’m just going to get some air.”

Five nodded, and Y/n walked out of the banquet hall onto a balcony. The air hit her face. It was warm and soothing. The patio had yellow string lights going across the top. Big rocks made a small railing for the area. She sighed, and her hands trembled. Y/n walked up to the rocks and leaned on them. She looked up and saw the Kugelblitz looming over the building. Y/n grabbed the Rubik cube from her pocket. 

It had been a long time. Reginald stopped the treatment after she came back from the Commission. There were no stars anymore—just orange gas. Y/n looked down at the cube in her hand. It was familiar and felt light in her hand. She remembered yearning for one in Dallas, where everyone thought too much. She stared down at her hands. If she looked long enough, she could see the blood on them. 

It was never hers. Sometimes she wished it was. Y/n turned her back to the rocks and sat down on one of them. It was smooth and cool to the touch. She leaned her cheek against the wall of rock. It cooled her skin. She sighed and closed her eyes. Y/n heard the surrounding noises left. Trees swayed, music played inside the banquet hall and the faint rumbling. 

Y/n felt herself dozing and heard the ocean. She wished she could see it one last time. She looked up to see the stars glittering at her. It all felt like a subtle tease of what could’ve been. It felt nice to sleep. It felt nice to let go of the sinking feeling for two hours while her body dozed. She woke up when someone opened the door again. It was Diego and Lila. They smiled at her and sat on another rock to her left. 

Lila laid her head in Diego’s lap, and Diego leaned back against the rocks. Five was next to stumble out with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. Y/n chuckled, and Five perked up. His face lit up, and he came to sit beside her. She felt him snuggle against her left arm. Viktor gave a sheepish smile before sitting on the rocks. Five offered Y/n the bottle, and she shook her head. Luther and Sloane were next. 

“Hey, guys.”

Y/n gave a subtle wave. They sat between Viktor and Diego. Luther sat on the back rocks, and Sloane sat between his legs beneath him. She felt someone nudging her, and Five was nosing at her arm. Y/n chuckled and brought it around his shoulders. She saw Klaus and Ben exit the building next.

“Oh, no, no, no, no!” Diego shook his head, “No!”

Five grimaced, “Klaus, why are you bringing Ben here?”

“Hear me out before-“

“Hear him out,” Ben said.

“The brother that you all knew as Ben is gone. And not- I don't mean our Ben, the nice Ben. I mean this, Ben.” Y/n tilted her head, “The asshole, he's gone now. Gone.”

Luther furrowed his eyebrows, “Klaus, what are you talking about?”

“And the man that stands in front of you is new new Ben, and he's one of us, and he's a member of the team. And he's part of the family!” They both laughed. 

“And as a welcome gift, I suggest we throw him off the roof.” Five said.

“Yeah. I'll help.”

“You know what? You know what?” Luther replied, “He can stay. He can stay.”

“Why?”

“'Cause, it's my wedding day, man.” Luther retorted, “Come on. He can stay.”

Ben and Klaus exclaimed happily as they sat in front of Viktor. Five took another swig of the bottle. Y/n gently took it from him and placed it on her other side. Five didn’t seem bothered. He just snuggled into her side. She carded her fingers through his hair. Y/n stared at the orange and pink sky. 

“Hey, you know something?” Luther called, “Tonight is all I ever really wanted.”

Diego snorted, “To get hitched?”

“Just… everybody coming together when it really matters.” 

“One big real family.”

Y/n felt a jolt at her side, and Five was standing up. She watched him almost fall forward before catching himself. He coughed. Everyone laughed, “Whoa! Whoa!”

“Oh, I think I'm gonna hurl.” 

Y/n snickered as he looked around cluelessly, “Actually, uh, I think I'm hungry. See ya, guys. I'm gonna hit the buffet.”

Five walked back inside. Viktor looked at Y/n, “Is he gonna be okay?”

“I dunno,” Y/n shrugged. 

“It's Five.” Diego replied, “What do you think?”

She blew a raspberry and got up, “Thank you for tonight. Congratulations, Luther and Sloane.”

“Thank you.”

Y/n got up and walked into the banquet hall. She looked around, and Five was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and walked to the elevator. She clicked floor six and felt it move beneath her feet. It took two minutes before the doors opened again. Y/n walked down to room nineteen and pulled the key from her pocket. The door clicked open, and she locked it behind her. Y/n sighed.

She took off the belt and placed it on a table. Her knife, wallet, first aid kit, and Rubik cube were on top. She unlaced her shoes and kicked them off. Then, she walked to the bottom bunk and pulled the comforter before slipping beneath it. Her head hit the pillow and her eyes closed. The beach was so soothing. She felt the waves at her feet and the sand beneath her. Y/n ran her fingers through the sand and felt it dissolve into the beach beneath her. 

She felt the spritz of water hit her cheeks. It was cooling, refreshing, and sweet. It was like being on vacation after a long year at work. It felt like waking up on a Saturday after a long week. It was a cold glass of water at twilight. It was reading on an autumn day in the shade. It was watching the sun set and rise. It was everything she needed. 

Y/n squeezed her eyes closed when the light drifted in. The curtains had been thrown open days ago, and she forgot to close them. She groaned and threw the comforter off. She slid her legs off the side of the mattress and felt a heavy weight on her chest. Y/n rubbed her eyes and tucked her hair back. She looked out the window to see nothing but orange light. 

She padded over to her shoes and laced them up. Y/n grabbed her belt and wrapped it around her waist. The first aid kit went into her back left pocket, the Rubik cube in her right, and the knife in her front right. She left the wallet. Y/n looked into a mirror and flattened her hair before walking out of the room. She put the key in her front left pocket and walked to the elevator. It took three minutes to reach the lobby. 

Everyone aside from Viktor and Five was in the sitting area to the left of the doors. Y/n tilted her head, “Where’s Five?”

“Outside.” 

Y/n nodded and walked through the revolving doors. He was sitting with his legs hanging off the edge of the world. A bottle was placed beside him. She recognized it as the same bottle from the night before. Y/n shoes made crumbling noises against the broken asphalt. She sat on his right, and he held out the bottle. 

“No, thanks.”

Five quirked an eyebrow, “You don’t drink or smoke. How do you even have fun?”

“You’re an asshole, sometimes.”

“Well, what’s your secret?”

She crossed her arms, “Drinking and smoking are delaying the inevitable. I’d rather get over it than delay it.”

Five took another swig of the bottle, “I saw something last night.”

“I’m surprised,” Y/n replied, “You seemed pretty drunk.”

“Reginald made a deal with someone.”

Y/n tilted her head, “A deal? What kind of deal?”

“I don’t know. I only got the ass end of the conversation, and I didn’t see who it was with.”

“I haven’t felt right lately,” Y/n said, “There’s a sinking feeling in my gut, and I’ve always listened to it before, but right now, I can’t figure out what it is. But, I don’t think this deal will end with anything good.”

Five took her hand in his and squeezed, “I’ve always trusted you. I trusted you as a kid, on missions, in the apocalypse, at the Commission, back in twenty-nineteen, and in Dallas. I will always trust you; we will figure it out together if you think this deal is trouble. You’ve never steered me wrong before.”

“You make it sound like I have you wrapped around my finger.”

“You do,” He took another sip, “I’m not ashamed.”

She chuckled and squeezed his hand. He did the same. Y/n heard footsteps and perked up. An older man was leaving the hotel. He had slick back grey hair and a monocle. He wore black pants, shoes, a blazer, and a tie. He had on a patterned vest and white button-up beneath it. He held a book in his right hand. 

“Reginald.”

“I take it you know why I'm here.”

“How 'bout we save you some time? Give you the ‘no’ upfront.” Five replied, “We’re not interested in this bullshit plan you've been cooking.”

Reginald deadpanned, “It's not, as you so colorfully called it, bullshit.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle from Five’s hand. She took a swig before putting it down on the asphalt, “Mind if I join you?”

“I’d prefer you didn’t,” Y/n said as he sat down, “However, it seems like you don’t give a shit regardless.”

Five handed Reginald the bottle. He took a small sip and grimaced, “Dear God!”

Five hummed, “Louis XIII, it ain’t.”

“I've had worse,” Reginald replied and looked forward, “It is impressive, isn't it?”

“All the ways we could have screwed the pooch, this way is the most complete. I'm relieved, actually. This time, everything goes.” He took his hand and put his arm around Y/n’s shoulders, “There's no Commission, no leaping away. No life spent going mad with the desperation to see a familiar face.”

“I've seen worlds end in ways that would knock your socks off, old man."

Five deadpanned, “Wow! Reginald Hargreeves, you never cease to surprise me.”

“That is some comfort.” Reginald said, “You know, they all run together after a while. But you never forget your first. Your home. Your original sin. You never stop wondering, ‘Did I do enough to save the people I loved?’”

“Did you?”

“No, but I was hoping you children could help me out with that.”

Y/n took another sip from the bottle, “And there it is!”

“Sorry, Reg.” Five replied, “I got a message from the future.”

“What future?”

“My future self told me very explicitly not to save this world.”

Reginald laughed, “You are an arrogant son of a bitch, aren't you? ‘Future you.’ ‘Present you.’ The past is as much a mystery as the future.”

Five took a long sip from the bottle and held Y/n closer to him. Reginald narrowed his eyes, “You ruined your life once before by not listening to me. Are you prepared to do that again?”

“Hey asshole,” Y/n spat, “Maybe if you weren’t trying to hold him back or gave him the training he needed, he would’ve listened.”

He kissed her temple and sighed, “Fine, I'll attend your stupid meeting.”

“And you?”

“I’ll listen.”

“Excellent!”

Reginald stood up, and Five glared, “If you tell me what happened with you in the Buffalo Suite last night. Whom were you talking to? Was it Klaus? Was it Ben?”

“No one. I was alone.” Reginald said, “Though I doubt you were in any condition to remember.”

Y/n narrowed her eyes. Reginald gave her a subtle smile, “We should go. Don't want to be late for the meeting.”

Five looked forward, “I would move if I were you.”

“What,” Five asked, “Are you threatening us?”

Y/n felt the ground beneath her shake, and she stood up. She pulled Five’s arm, and he was pulled back. The land they had been sitting on fell from the earth. She heard him sigh and looked down at where they had been sitting. Her heart pounded. Reginald smirked.

“Shall we?”

She shook her head. Five followed Reginald into the hotel. Y/n followed closely behind them. She let them walk through the revolving door together and followed behind them. When she walked in, she heard everyone cheering from the same place they had been. Diego, Lila, Sloane, and Luther sat on a couch together. Viktor was seated on a chair to the right of the sofa. Ben and Klaus sat together on a round couch. Allison sat on a luggage cart. 

“Woo! Five! Yeah!”

Luther clapped loudly, “Here he is!”

Diego snickered, “That speech last night! Wow!”

“Brought me to tears, you big softy,” Lila said.

“I especially liked when you referred to us as a family bound by destiny and love,” Viktor replied. 

Y/n tilted her head, and Diego smiled, “Oh, shorty, you missed it! Five made a fantastic speech last night at the wedding-“

“Okay. Enough.” Five said, “It was the booze talking. In the light of day, you're all still deplorable.”

She coughed, and Five turned around, “Not you.”

Five walked toward a cushioned chair in the back. As he passed Lila, she jumped up and held her arms out. Five ignored them and walked to the chair. Y/n walked around the other side and sat beside him. He put his arm around her. Reginald stood before them, “And your day's about to get worse.”

“The Norse had eight sleepers. The Blackfoot, eight stars. As a boy, I heard the legend of the eight bells.” He explained, “All these stories are the same. The village is under threat by flood, by fire, by a night that never ends. A shaman brings his disciples to a sacred cave. He tells them if they can ring the eight magic bells, the village will be saved, and all will be restored just as it was.”

Lila raised her hand, “Reggie? Can we get a little less Brothers Grimm and more ‘What the hell does this have to do with us?’”

“There is a truth to these myths. None of you can deny what's going on around us. All existence will be gone by the end of the day, but whoever or whatever wove together space and time left a way to put things back together if the universe ever faced total annihilation.” Reginald explained, “There is a portal in the universe. I built this hotel around it, and on the other side is the answer.”

Y/n leaned, “Klaus never gets to pick the hotel again.”

Five shook his head with a subtle grin. Luther sighed, “And… we're supposed to, what? Just stroll in there, ring some bells, and fix this shit?”

“Sarcasm aside, you are mostly right.” Reginald replied, “Except for the guardian.”

Y/n tilted her head, “What kind of guardian?”

“Kinda guardian that does this.” Diego held up his hand, “He had a sword.”

“It is a force to be reckoned with.”

“A force?” Y/n snorted, “Is this guardian a Jedi? Cause if he’s not, he is not to be reckoned with.”

Lila snorted, and Luther rolled his eyes, “See? Yeah. This is where you lose me.”

“This is where he loses you?” Lila replied, “I checked out at the sacred cave.”

“Why would the builders of this ‘back door’ need to have a guardian?”

“Ah! To protect it from people who want to use it for nefarious means.”

Reginald smiled, “Correct, Sloane.”

“So it's gonna take all of us to defeat the thing protecting the bells.”

“You're actually buying his crap?” Five asked.

Allison deadpanned, “How is a guardian and bells any crazier than time-traveling briefcases and assassins with cartoon masks?”

“Actually, she's got you there.” Five sighed.

Ben stood up and walked to Reginald’s side, “I'm in.

“Me too.” Diego stood up, “But I think some of us should stay back. Like Lila.”

“Uh,” She stood up, “Or you can stay, and I can go.”

“No. This is much bigger than all of us.” Allison said, “Nobody can stay back.”

“You, my children, are all that stands between us and oblivion. Are we ready to go?”

Viktor shrugged, “Well, I say we vote.”

“This isn't a democracy.” Ben spat, “Dad's calling the shots.”

“I'm with Viktor. We vote.”

“Me too,”

Reginald looked appalled, “The world is ending, and you want to count hands?”

“You're asking us to risk our lives. I think it's only fair you give us time to discuss it.” Luther said, “Privately.”

Y/n heard Reginald scoff and walk away, “Why don't we meet back here in an hour?”

“Agreed.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Whatever.”

Five stood up and pulled Y/n up with him. She led them back to the elevator. She pressed floor six and took him to room nineteen. The key went into the lock, and the door clicked open. Five closed it behind him, and it shut with a thud. Y/n threw herself on the couch, and Five paced the room. Y/n pulled out the Rubik cube and started twisting it around. Five’s tension eased at the familiar noise. 

“I think this is a trap.”

“I believe you.”

Five turned to her, “What do you plan on doing?”

“I don’t know yet.”

She continued to twist the cube in her hands. It didn’t take long for the cube to be solved. The older she got, the easier it was. Five turned an armchair around to face the couch and sat down. She threw the cube, and he mixed it up before throwing it back to her. She started to solve, and Five rubbed his face, “We should warn the others.”

“I agree.”

Y/n stood up and put the cube in her pocket. She followed Five out of the room and walked down the hall. At the end of the hall was Luther and Sloane’s suite. It was nicer than room nineteen. It had a full-size queen bed. It had a couch and armchairs around the room too. Five knocked on the door and opened it. Y/n followed. Luther was sitting on the bed. Sloane was nowhere to be seen.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” Luther smiled, “How long do we have left?”

Five made a so-so gesture, “A couple of hours. Could be more, could be less.”

“Where's Sloane?” Y/n asked.

“Raiding the wine cellar for our end-of-the-world party.“

“So I guess you guys know which way you're voting.”

“You're more than welcome to join us.”

Five paced, “I'm still on the fence on that one. I saw something last night that I was not supposed to see.”

“Diego and Lila.” Luther said, “Yeah, they do it on the stairs sometimes.”

“What the fuck.” 

Five rolled his eyes, “No, I saw Dad. He was in his room with someone. He was making some kind of deal. Before you ask, I don't know what the deal was or who it was with. Everything is a blur.”

“Wasn't Sloane or me.” He replied, “We were, uh, busy doing other things last night.”

“Yeah, I get it, Luther. Thank you.” Five sighed, “Everyone was boning everyone last night.”

“Wait, you two-“

“Focus, please.”

Y/n face palmed, “That story about the bells? There's something Dad's not telling us. Think about it. When has the old man ever been straight with us?”

“I don't know. He was ruthless in our performance reviews.”

“He always gave me five stars.”

“Really?”

Five took a deep breath, “Look, I'm old enough to trust my instinct, and it's telling me this is a trap. Food for thought.”

Y/n walked out of the room and exhaled heavily. Five tilted his head at her, “You all right?”

“Yeah,” She said, “I think I’m gonna ponder my decision in the lobby.”

“I’ll see you at the voting then.”

She smiled before she walked off. Y/n took the stairs to the lobby. It gave her more time to think. For years, they had trained for this. She had become Reginald’s weapon for this. The thought made her want to vomit—every hit with the cane, palm, and shoe. He had wanted her angry. He knew she could do unpredictable things while angry. He wanted the public to hate her, and they did. 

Y/n sat down on the last landing. She could hear the people’s taunts down the street. Even after the Academy disbanded. Her face wasn’t forgettable. People threw things at her on the road, called her names, denied her service, and assaulted her. She’d walk around with her hood up and look down at the sidewalk while she walked. She denied herself the scenery to keep the people around her safe. 

She was eighteen years old and just needed her medication. Meritech wasn’t a far walk from the gym. It took her years to finally get help. Diego had pressured her into it. She was thankful for him in more ways than one. He was her saving grace. He was scheduled to fight that night at the gym, and she told him she’d be there. She just needed her medication. Y/n’s hood fell. 

Y/n didn’t think twice about it. The sunset was beautiful. It was purple, pink, and slowly turning orange. She passed a bar and continued to walk. Y/n heard footsteps behind her, but that was common. People walked the streets all the time. She turned a corner, and a man gripped her by the very low back. She grabbed his wrist and flipped him around. He chuckled at seeing her face. 

“Ah, one of the Academy kids,” He smiled, “You’re Number Seven, aren’t ya’?”

She didn’t say anything, “You’re the Curse.”

Y/n rose an eyebrow and lifted her leg. His forearm broke with a snap, and he cried out in pain. The man reached for her hair, but a pain in his leg made him crumble to the floor. Y/n released her grip on the man once he had melted onto the sidewalk. She spat to her right into an alley, “Next time, don’t fucking touch me.”

She sighed. It had been a long walk to Meritech that day. Part of her still yearned for her pills. Despite Five being back, somedays she wished for the white pill to dissolve in her body. Someone knocked on the stairwell, and she looked up. It was Viktor. He gave her a small smile, “We’re ready.”

“Thanks.”

Y/n followed Viktor out to the main lobby. He sat down in the center of the main stairs. Luther and Sloane sat together on the right. Diego and Lila stood on the left side of the stairs. Five leaned up against a pillar, and Y/n leaned against it on his right. Ben was on her right. Allison stood in the middle of everyone, and Klaus leaned on the opposite pillar.

“I think you can all guess which way I'll be voting. We've all been through a lot. We've all lost people.” Allison paused, “Mannequins… But their deaths have to mean something, which is why I'll be voting to go with Dad.”

Lila jumped off the stairs toward Reginald, “Let's go save the bloody universe!”

“Woo-hoo!”

“All right, well, since she said yes,” Diego sat on the stairs, “I vote stay.”

Lila scoffed, and Diego shrugged, “How's that for nice?”

“You're not being serious.”

“It's his vote, Lila.”

Allison turned to Klaus, “Klaus?”

“I am with Father.”

“Okay, that's four to one.” She said, “Viktor?”

He sighed, “Look, I wanna believe, okay? I really do. I just can't shake the feeling we don't know what we're getting ourselves into.”

“No, but we know what we've got if we don't. We have to go into this together. Viktor. A family.”

“You can't just keep throwing the word ‘family’ around. It isn't enough.” He replied, “I vote stay.”

“Luther?”

Luther rubbed Sloane’s shoulders, “Sloane and I talked, and, well, we're out. Look, we wanna spend whatever time we have left together and not fighting some guy with a sword and ringing bells and stuff.”

“Well, dead even. Four in, four out.” Viktor said.

“That leaves you Number Five and Y/n.”

Five sighed, “I saw the future, and it told me to sit this one out.”

“I vote stay.” Five said, “It's time we accept our fate.”

Everyone turned to look at Y/n, “We’re 4 in and 5 out. Looks like it’s up to you, little Y/n.”

Y/n felt their stares. She shivered. It reminded her of the whole city, watching her get beaten with a cane. She looked down at her feet and crossed her ankles. Her hair covered her face like a curtain. She felt Five staring at her with strong intensity. They felt piercing and made her cheeks run hot. She tilted her chin back up. 

“I won’t go down without a fight.” Y/n said, “I was born to be a weapon. I might as well die being one.”

“Shorty,”

“None of you get it, okay?” Y/n chuckled bitterly, “You all were the good ones, okay? You all were the heroes. I was never a hero. He,” She pointed at Reginald, “Made me a villain, a weapon, a monster from the moment he gave us our alias’.”

“No one ever thought-“

“That I was a curse?” Y/n chuckled, “Yes, you do. Everyone thought I was a fucking curse. You guys talked and acted like I couldn’t hear. You pretended like I didn’t have emotions and didn’t care. I was completely swallowed in my grief at thirteen years old, and none of you gave a shit. None of you!”

“And you know that boot camp Reginald sent me to?” They all looked intrigued, “Wasn’t a fucking boot camp. I was sent to become a fucking assassin because my grief was consuming me, and if I didn’t get it out somehow, I’d end up killing you all.”

She hesitated, “Just like when I killed Ben.”

#Five x you #Five x reader #Five x y/n #five hargreeves #five hargreeves fluff #five hargreeves imagine #five hargreeves x you #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreaves x reader #number five x you #number five #number five x y/n #number five x reader #tua au #tua netflix #tua #The Umbrella Academy #devotion— Five Hargreeves

[disneytva]

Disney Branded Television Returns To Disneyland With "Disney Junior & Friends Playdate" Event, Plans Include Animation Showcase For Future Shows

Disney has announced that it will host a special three-day event called “Disney Junior & Friends Playdate,” which celebrates the magical, entertaining and music-filled stories of Disney Junior’s hit series. The event will bring the magic straight to preschoolers and their families at Anaheim’s Disney California Adventure Park on Friday, 18th August 2023, and at Downtown Disney District on Saturday, 19th August 2023 and Sunday, 20th August 2023. Throughout the weekend, guests will be able to participate in a find-and-seek activity around Disney California Adventure Park featuring Disney Junior-themed clues. 

The event will include a showcase of animation where Disney Branded Television will include first looks, renewals and series greenlights of NDA series:

-Playdate with Winnie The Pooh

-Robogobo

-Ariel

-Kindergarten: The Musical

-Hey A.J!

-Tiny Trailblazers

-Dusty Dupree

-Royal Prep Academy

-Untitled Preschool Series Created by Harland Williams & Dave Pressler

-Untitled Preschool Series Created by José Zelaya

-Untitled Preschool Series Created by Abigail Nesbitt

NOTE: Disney Television Animation and Disney Junior Educational Resource Group shows and productions are under The Animation Guild. They cannot strike until July 2024, if they cannot reach a deal. Companies will use BOTH SAG and WAG strike to announce many animated shows for kids networks/streamers that didn't planned to have PR announcements.

These NDA shows have been in production before strikes hit, both studios support both strikes and their people.

The celebration will kick off Friday, Aug. 18 at Disney California Adventure park, and will feature:

A Playdate Party Parade featuring beloved Disney Junior characters, including Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Doc McStuffins, Sofia the First, Elena of Avalor, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, Vampirina, Winnie the Pooh, Tigger, Goofy, Pluto, and Mira, Royal Detective.

A special “Disney Junior Live! Playdate” stage show will delight young audiences with the world-premiere of the new Disney Junior short-form series “Playdate with Winnie the Pooh.”

The seasonal “Alice’s Wonderland Bakery Unbirthday Party” will offer a lively, hands-on cupcake decorating course inspired by the Disney Junior series. 

A “Spidey and his Amazing Friends” photo wall at the Hollywood Backlot in Disney California Adventure.

Plus, you can enjoy regular Disney Junior programming at Disney California Adventure, including the popular “Disney Junior Dance Party!” 

The fun moves to the Downtown Disney District on Saturday, Aug. 19 and Sunday, Aug. 20, including:

Disney Junior-themed treats at Marceline’s Confectionary. 

A “Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures” photo wall at Downtown Disney.

Throughout the weekend, guests will be able to participate in a find-and-search experience featuring Disney Junior-themed clues around Disney California Adventure park on Friday and Downtown Disney on Saturday and Sunday.

Additional details including a full schedule of events will be posted here leading up to the event. 

#Mickey Mouse Funhouse #Spidey and His Amazing Friends #Spiderman #Alice's Wonderland Bakery #Alice In Wonderland #Eureka! #Disney Eureka #Firebuds #Superkitties #Star Wars: Young Jedi Adventures #Star Wars Young Jedi Adventures #Star Wars #Pupstruction #Playdate With Winnie The Pooh #Winnie The Pooh #Ariel #Disney Ariel #Little Mermaid #Kindergarten: The Musical #Kindergarten The Musical #Hey AJ #Hey A.J #Robogobo #Dusty Dupree #Tiny Trailblazers #Royal Prep Academy #Sofia The First #Disney Junior #Disney Jr #Disneyland

[illumins]

𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞—𝑙. 𝑗𝑒𝑛𝑜 (#⁰²)

✦trope: angst, star wars

✦wordcount: 744

✧first pov

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Corbos, shrouded in perpetual dusk, hosted the remains of an ancient Jedi enclave—a testament to both the power and fragility of our order. As my ship settled on the cracked earth, dust and debris swirled around me, carried by winds that mourned forgotten battles. I stepped onto the ground, my boots sinking slightly into the soft ash, the planet exhaling scents of mold and decay like it was breathing out the ghosts of its past.

Once, this had been a place of learning, of gathering—where younglings, not unlike myself, came to understand their place in the Force. My history began far from here, on the cluttered streets of Tatooine, where I was found hiding my abilities for fear of the local warlords. It was the Jedi who saw the potential beneath my scrappy exterior, who brought me to sanctuaries like this.

Through the haze, a sleek, dark shuttle pierced the atmosphere, landing with a thud that sent a flock of night birds into a startled flight. Jeno emerged, his silhouette framed by the dying light. His story started in the slums of Corellia, where he had been a fighter for hire, his Force sensitivity more curse than gift until the Jedi intervened.

Our paths had crossed at the academy, intertwining like vines before growing too heavy with the burden of differing beliefs. Now, as he approached, his crimson blade ignited, illuminating the ruined pillars and shattered arches with a sinister glow.

"You still walk the path they set for you," he called out, his voice echoing against stone and shadow. "A puppet dancing on ancient strings."

I drew my own saber, the blue blade casting a cold light over my face. "And you’ve cut all your strings, only to tie new ones with darker forces," I replied, stepping closer. The ground beneath us was littered with fragments of what once was—a mosaic of loss and legacy.

Our sabers clashed, sparks flying like fireflies into the encroaching darkness. We moved amidst the ruins, our duel a dance of light and shadow, each step and strike an argument articulated through force and steel.

Jeno was relentless, each attack more ferocious than the last, as if he could convince me through sheer force. I parried, spun away, feeling the thrill of the fight mix with a pang of sorrow. This was not just a clash of sabers but of souls who had once dreamed under the same stars.

"Remember what we planned?" he yelled over the clash of our blades, his voice cracking like the stone underfoot.

"To change the galaxy," I shouted back, dodging a low sweep. "But not like this. Not against each other."

He faltered, just for a moment, his eyes—a soft brown—flashing with something that looked like regret. Or perhaps it was defeat. But then his expression hardened, and he attacked anew, driven by a desperation as raw as the wounds we inflicted upon this sacred ground.

As the duel drew us to the edge of an ancient crater, the unstable ground beneath our feet crumbled, sending us sliding toward the abyss. Jeno’s foot caught in a vine, and he stumbled. Instinctively, I reached out, not with my saber, but with my hand.

Our eyes met, full of the chaos of our journey—two comets on a collision course that had started years ago. For a heartbeat, he hesitated, his grip tight on my hand. Then, with a sorrowful look, he whispered, "Better one than both," and let go.

The force of his decision broke more than physical contact; it shattered the remnant of a bond formed in a different life. He fell backward into the fog-filled crater, his saber extinguishing as he descended, leaving only his cry echoing up to where I stood, rooted in shock and heartbreak.

As the silence settled, heavier than the stones of Corbos, I deactivated my saber, my hand trembling. The wind picked up, whispering through the ruins, carrying away the last sounds of the duel. I looked out over the edge into the mist, where Jeno had vanished, feeling the weight of our shared past and the irreversible severance of our fates.

In the end, the ruins of Corbos witnessed not just the fall of a Jedi, but the death of a friendship, each as tragic as the other. As night fully claimed the sky, I remained alone, a sentinel amidst the echoes of what could have been—forever altered, forever haunted, by the ghost of my brother-in-arms.

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[jadegretz]

Darth Talon: Legacy of the Sith by Jade Gretz

The crimson sands of Korriban swirled around Darth Talon's boots as she surveyed the desolate Sith Academy ruins. Dust motes danced in the harsh sunlight, their swirling patterns mirroring the storm brewing within her. Her quarry, the arrogant Jedi Knight, Aayla Secura, was overdue. The trap she'd meticulously crafted should have drawn her in by now.

Impatience, a viper coiled around her heart, threatened to unravel her carefully laid plans. Aayla's defiance, her refusal to succumb to the whispers of the dark side, had become an unwelcome thorn in Darth Krayt's side, and thus, Talon's.

Suddenly, a flicker in the Force. A tremor vibrated through the cracked stone beneath her feet. Aayla. A smirk danced on Talon's lips, her crimson eyes gleaming with predatory anticipation. Today, the Jedi arrogance would meet its fiery end.

The Jedi emerged from the ruins, a vision in sapphire and white amidst the desolate landscape. Confusion clouded her blue eyes as she surveyed the deserted grounds. Aayla raised her lightsaber, the emerald blade humming softly – a beacon of righteousness in the heart of darkness.

"Darth Talon," Aayla's voice echoed, an echo of defiance that grated on Talon's nerves. "Show yourself."

Talon emerged from the shadows, her black Sith armor rippling like obsidian waves as she moved. "You've come, Jedi," she purred, her voice a silken caress laced with venom. "Just as I expected."

Aayla's brow furrowed. "You've orchestrated this desolate wasteland for a confrontation? How predictable."

Talon laughed, a harsh, guttural sound that sent shivers down the ancient stones. "Predictable? Perhaps. But effective, wouldn't you agree?" Her hand drifted to the hilt of her crimson lightsaber, the curved double-bladed weapon an extension of her own rage.

The ensuing duel was a whirlwind of flickering blades and Force-fueled acrobatics. Aayla, graceful and controlled, parried Talon's ferocious attacks. But Talon, fueled by fury and the dark power coursing through her veins, fought with reckless abandon.

The clash echoed through the ruins, the air …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

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[raointean]

Luke's Jedi Academy (Feat: Ezra Bridger)

Largely inspired by @laelish 's comics

Luke builds up his academy realizing a little more every day that he only has a passing knowledge of the force and how to use it

Ahsoka helps him out here and there, but she never stays for long because Skywalkers and Jedi bring up bad memories

Luke mourns the lost knowledge and prays that at least one Jedi survived who can teach him at least a little more

*cue Ezra Bridger's demonic laughter*

He was alone a lot while in deep space and spent most of that time exploring the force and so now he's hella strong in the living force

When he came back, his grip on reality was a little... loose, but time spent with the Ghost crew helped him heal and brought him back down to reality

He's still a little eccentric however

He hears about Luke's academy and goes to investigate

When he sees Luke, with his basic meditation skills, weak theory and control, and single lightsaber form, he thinks "I need to help this poor fool before he hurts himself"

Ezra happily agrees to stay and teach at the school, but he's mostly teaching Luke and babysitting force sensitive children

One of Ezra's favorite things when he was a padawan was listening to Kanan talk about the Jedi Order

It was healing for Kanan too, so he taught him just about everything he knew

Kanan told him about the culture, classes, dances, songs, and holidays of the Jedi

The biggest Jedi holiday was the Convergence where Jedi would come back to the temple from all around the galaxy and hang out with their lineages for a few days*

On the first day of the Convergence, the Jedi masters lead a song and dance to celebrate unity

(The song I have in mind here is Ozoliņi by Auļi. The dance is up for interpretation)

Ezra tells Luke about all this and Luke decides they should reinstate it

It's really small at first, just Luke, Ezra, Ahsoka, and a couple younglings but it grows over the years

One doesn't have to be part of the academy to attend. Survivors of Order 66 (like Quinlan Vos) and force sensitives from other walks of study are welcome as well

Hera brings Jacen every year and somewhere within the living force, Kanan is celebrating with them as well

*this is taken from @jasontoddiefor 's "Anakin's Guide to Jedi Traditions" (I don’t think that's the EXACT title, but it's pretty close)

#luke skywalker #ezra bridger #ahsoka tano #hera syndulla #jacen syndulla #kanan jarrus #caleb dume #quinlan vos #jedi culture #star wars #star wars rebels #luke's jedi academy #search for ezra #luke has no clue what he's doing #jedi genocide #healing from genocide #quinlan is still alive i will die on this hill

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Mara Jade: You may not like this, I'm gonna try and agitate him.

Corran Horn: Do what you gotta do, and I'll do what I gotta do.

Mara Jade: I'm just gonna be as crude as possible.

Corran Horn: Cool.

Mara Jade: FUCK YOU, EXAR KUN!

Corran Horn: HOLY SHIT!

Mara Jade: Exar, I'm dancing in your temple, it's my temple now! You hear that? You want me out of this temple you're gonna have to kill me! You're gonna have to throw me into that lake yourself!

Corran Horn: This temple has killed several people.

Mara Jade: Look at how I dance in it, I disrespect your tomb, Exar. You hear that, Exar? Me and Corran Horn own your grave now.

Corran Horn: I don't- Nope, don't loop me into your shit, I hate when you do this-

Mara Jade: Well then tell him! Tell him you're not part of this!

Corran Horn: I'm not part of her little charade.

Mara Jade: You're talking to Exar?

Corran Horn: ...I see what you've done.

Mara Jade: It's Sith Lord entrapment. EXAR!

Corran Horn: I'm not with her.

Mara Jade: The academy students will put MY name in graffiti! Jedi will come here and tell tales of ME!

Mara Jade: ...We're leaving now, Exar. After all, this is OUR tomb now.

Corran Horn: Okay...

#Mara Jade #corran horn #I Jedi #The Jedi Academy Trilogy #star wars #star wars legends #incorrect star wars quotes #submission #425599167 #original: buzzfeed unsolved #oh my god i'm losing it this is golden #this is an actual i jedi scene

[borealtwilight]

OC profile

tagging: @dancing-coyote, @infinityactual, @maxminspeech, @briarfox13, @corey-067 ( only if y’all want to, though! i just wanna get to know y’all’s gremlins more XP )

General

Name: Ashara’ven Talis   Ashala Vex

Alias(es): Empire’s Wrath; Alliance Commander / Commander; the Wrath; the Outlander; Asha ( only by Malavai ); Princess of House Talis / Princess Ashara’ven ( illegitimate, no longer recognized, formerly )

Gender: female

Age: 47 as of 3628 BBY

Birthdate: 3675 BBY

Place of birth: Precipice

Hometown: Tundra

Spoken language(s): Galactic Basic Standard; understands Talzzi; understands Shyriiwook

Sexual preference: pansexual

Occupation: Commander of the Eternal Alliance

Appearance

Eye colour: originally a dark amber, due to extensive use of the Dark side of the Force, they’re now a molten yellow-gold

Hair colour: best described as chocolate brown or deep chestnut

Height: 6’3”

Scars: numerous. especially the rather patchwork mess on the right side of her face

Favourite

Colour: red, black, and mid & dark greys

Song: Killer Queen by Queen. she thinks it’s suitably fitting. and it’s catchy, to boot

Food: nerfburger with a side of chips

Drink: a glass of elshandruu pica thundercloud. or a mug of strong caf. or a bantha milkshake

Have They

Passed university: does Sith Academy on Korriban count? XD

Had sex: yes

Had sex in public: prOBABLY semi-public...

Gotten pregnant: no

Kissed a boy: yes

Kissed a girl: yes

Gotten tattoos: yes; the mark of the Royal House of Talis adorns her chin and temples

Gotten piercings: no

Been in love: yes

Stayed up for more than 24 hours: absolutely

Are They

A virgin: nope

A cuddler: with her husband? yes. with her friends? tentatively

A kisser: gladly gives all the smooches to her dear malavai

Scared easily: no

Jealous easily: nope

Dominant: ...... >.>;;

Submissive: no

In love: oh yeah  

Single: no

Random Questions (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

Have they harmed themselves: no

Thought of suicide: no

Attempted suicide: no

Wanted to kill someone: repeatedly

Have / had a job: technically, yes. being a Sith is a full-time job. so’s being the Allliance Commander

Have any fears: a small number of them, including losing those dearest to her ( especially malavai ); being perceived as weak / undeserving of being a sith by her fellow sith; losing herself completely to the Dark

Family

Sibling(s): Older half-brother, Korre Dasav / Darth Marr ( deceased ) | Younger full sister, Kasu Dalav ( deceased )

Parent(s): Birth mother: Taneal Dasav ( deceased ) | Mother: Queen Zerisha Talis ( deceased ) | Birth father: King Jalemar Talis ( deceased )

Children: still plotting it out but it’s likely that between Jedi Under Siege & Onslaught, she’ll have a daughter with Malavai

Significant other: Husband, Malavai Quinn

Pet(s): Do Broonmark, Blizz, and Jakarro count as weird sentient space dogs? XDD

#ashala vex ;; #tag games #swtor #// long post #*cries in the realization that asha is a sith milf* #swtor ocs #sith warrior