#yes . he is the kindest man in the galaxy

[archerygun]

Owen Lars appreciators this post is for you.

One of the few things I really liked about Kenobi was the time to shine it gave Owen and Beru Lars. I know that scene with the inquisitor was absolutely ridiculous in every way possible but it was so in character for those two that frankly I didn’t even care like the whole show is non-canon to me anyway.

It shows the people Luke gets it from, and why. And it gives me all the feelings, especially because I know he probably only realised all of this once they were already dead and he couldn’t make it up with Owen anymore.

Luke deciding to die with his training unfinished and face Vader head on is the most Owen Lars move he could have ever made. He’s a simple man - not stupid, just has a simple worldview - if you’re one of his, you’re his and he’ll go to the ends of the earth (or galaxy) for you. (Yes, I was very affected by “He IS my own.”)

He is the son of OWEN LARS. The man who faced down an inquisitor with a fucking farming pole so Luke could get away. Facing up to an enemy you know you can’t possibly defeat, assuming you’ll die? In the hopes of protecting those you love? Lars family shit.

Owen is stubborn and loyal and despite his rough exterior he’s kind to his enemies. The way Kenobi acted surprised that Owen would defend him, that to me is a big part of Luke’s worldview. Owen hates Obi-Wan’s guts but he won’t sell him out to the Empire to be killed. Luke learned kindness and forgiveness from Beru, and he learned respect, loyalty and mercy from Owen.

Luke grew up on the biggest galactic shithole in all of Star Wars, and he came out of it being the kindest beacon of hope for the Galaxy and restarted the Jedi Order that had failed Anakin. And he learned it from his aunt and uncle, the parents that did their goddamn best to raise their son. He learned it from Biggs Darklighter, his childhood best friend with revolutionary fervour who he buried before he was even out of his teen years. He learned it from the stubbornness of a group of people that settled and farmed in a stupidly harsh environment where they were constantly in danger of being sold into slavery or killed by sand people.

Luke may have inherited Anakin’s midichlorians, but what made him Luke was his upbringing. He’s Owen and Beru Lars’ son. And they raised him well.

#owen lars #beru lars #beru whitesun #kenobi series #luke skywalker #star wars #star wars a new hope #star wars ot #original trilogy #anh #star wars anh #biggs darklighter #tatooine #anchorhead #a new hope #star wars original trilogy

[hummingbird-of-light]

Against All Odds

Part 1

McCoy

Leonard McCoy sat down to breakfast in a foul mood. He let out a loud huff of air as he looked at the bowl in front of him.

“Morning sunshine!” his sister called to him in a sweet voice from across the table. He recognized the sarcasm.

He scowled at her, then picked up a spoon to poke at his food.

“Good morning Leonard,” his mother said from next to his sister.

He grunted a noise that sounded vaguely like a ‘hello.’

A voice cleared from the head of the table and McCoy rolled his eyes.

“Good morning mother,” McCoy said in a polite tone.

“That’s better,” his father said from the chair at the head of the table.

McCoy glanced at his dad. All the man had to do was make a noise, or raise a brow, and he kept an entire kingdom in-line. And yet, he was the kindest person, first to jump in and help and no one was ever turned away from the palace door.

And some day, McCoy thought to himself, they’ll expect me to do the same.

Which wasn’t to say that McCoy wouldn’t jump to help either, but he didn’t have the easy way with people his dad and sister did. Even his mother, quiet though she was, had a way that made people love her. McCoy was the odd one out. Reserved and easily annoyed. And yet someday duty would put him on the throne simply because of who he had been born.

“Are you excited Leonard?” his mother asked.

“No,” he stated plainly. “I still don’t see why I can’t just stay here and keep learning from Dr. Boyce.”

“Dr. Boyce has done a fine job,” his father said and nodded down the table to where the doctor was eating, “but, it’s time for you to get out. Be among more people and learn to appreciate them.”

“Why doesn’t Leah have to go away to school?” McCoy whined. “That’s not fair.”

“Because I don’t get to be king,” Leah rolled her eyes. “First born… counts for nothing…,” she muttered quietly.

“Leah goes to school and you know it young man,” his father answered. “She will not have the same responsibilities you will have. You have to be able to relate to people better. We’ve been over this Leonard.”

“I won’t know anyone!” McCoy protested to keep the argument going.

“The headmaster is a very old friend, he’ll keep an eye out. And you know you won’t be alone. Spock is also going with you.” The king gestured to a young man sitting by Leah.

“I’d rather be alone,” McCoy muttered.

“I am glad for the opportunity sir,” Spock said with a tight smile.

“May I be excused?” McCoy said suddenly. His appetite had left him during the conversation.

“But Leonard, you’ll need the energy,” his mother said.

“I’ll be fine. I’m not hungry.” He looked to the head of the table and his father gave a brief nod.

McCoy stood and pushed back from the table. “Mother,” he nodded his head, then turned to leave.

Back in his own quarters he paced back and forth. With an angry sigh, he threw himself down on his bed. How much time passed he didn’t know. When a knock came on his door he turned his head to tell them to go away, but the door opened anyway.

Part 2

Scotty

Montgomery Scott awoke to the sound of his alarm clock. He hit the button on top of the device to shut it up, before his arm slumped down to the ground.

He was just so tired. Why did he have to get up that early? Back on Earth in Scotland school never started at six o’clock.

But this was different. This was the highly prestigious boarding school of United Federation. Royals from all around the galaxy visited this place to learn everything about life, space, history.

Royals… and people like him.

Montgomery - called Scotty by most people - and his little brother Robert ‘Robbie’ Scott had managed to get a scholarship. They were both quite skilled when it came to engineering and Star Fleet had high hopes in them. One day they should build the ships for new generations.

“Scotty, get up and dressed! Ye know today’s important,” he heard his brother’s scolding voice and looked at the door to his quarters. Robbie was standing there, already wearing his school uniform.

“Why? Why would it be more important than any other day, laddie?”

Robbie rolled his eyes at him.

“Today the prince will arrive!”

Right. The whole school had been gossiping about it for weeks. Though Scotty still didn’t see why they made a fuss about it.

He got up and moved over to the closet.

“Ye are just excited because the princess might be there too and ye think she’s hot.”

Scott pulled out his neatest white shirt while he looked at his brother from the corner of his eye. Robbie was blushing.

“No! I-I’m excited because the prince will study with us.”

Scotty just nodded. Yes, of course. Well, he knew his brother. And he knew that Leah McCoy, princess of Georgiares II, was a bonnie lass. Many lads were after her.

Fully dressed, Scotty passed his little brother, with a pitiful look.

“Sorry, laddie. But ye don’t stand a chance against all these royal ladies and gents.”

His brother looked offended.

“This isn’t about Princess Leah!”

But Scotty just got going. They had to get breakfast.

“Stand up.”

Everyone got up from their seats and bowed their heads when the master of their house entered the dining room. A sign to show respect.

“Good morning students.”

“Good morning Mr. Archer,” they all answered in unison.

The man looked pleased and nodded his head.

“Sit down.”

They all followed the order and were allowed to start eating.

Scotty looked around. His brother and him were seated at the end of the table while the students with more money and value were allowed to sit close to the house’s master.

There were two houses at the school. One for the boys and one for the girls.

There were round about thirty to fourty lads and thirty lasses in total. It was a very private boarding school, only for the best of the best.

‘Or the richest of the richest.’

Scotty looked over at the boy he considered to be one of his best friends.

“Morning Jim,” he greeted the tall blond who grinned at him. Jim Kirk was the third member who was here because of a scholarship.

“Morning Scotty, Robbie. Excited for today?”

Scotty rolled his eyes once more. Why was everyone asking him that question?

“In fact, no, I’m not. I do nae see why everybody’s losing their minds just because we’ll get a new student.”

“Hey, it’s not just any student. It’s the prince of Georgiares II himself!”

“Which shouldn’t make him any better than us, Jim.”

Scotty glanced at a few students at the other end of the table.

Khan and his friends were chatting quietly about the arrival of the prince.

“We are already at the end of the food chain in this house.”

Jim nodded.

“Yeah, yeah. Maybe you’re right…”

For a moment he hoped that Jim would drop it, but he knew better.

“Although… have you seen that prince? He is really a hot mess. He looks just right for you, Scotty.”

Mr. Archer had left already so Scotty did what he had to do.

“Oh shut up Jim!” He grinned and threw a piece of bread into the boy’s face.

“Oh you’ll get that back,” Jim threatened and fired a spoon of porridge at Scotty.

“Mr. Kirk, Mr. Scott!”

They stopped laughing when they heard the voice of Archer. He must have returned.

“I do not tolerate a childish behavior like that.”

Jim and Scotty bowed down their heads.

“We are sorry,” they apologized but when Archer left, they just grinned.

Well… Scotty would make his own picture of their newest student. But… maybe he was a bit excited now.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #Against All Odds #here we go again #modern royalty au #but in the future! #slow burn #trust me…the slowest of slow burns #aaand it’s also a boarding school au (which… I forgot to mention)

[spectre1]

Rey had waited so long on Jakku for her parents to come back for her, scratching out the days against the metal wall of her AT-AT scavenged home. No one ever did. She had vague memories of Unkar Plutt raising her for a few years in a halfhearted, ham-fisted way, before booting her out into the desert to fend for herself as a little girl. Even he had never bothered to check on her. To care.

But then she’d met Finn, and after a short time together, she’d been captured by Kylo Ren and taken to Starkiller Base.

That’s when Finn had done something no one in her life had done before, the thing she’d yearned for her parents to do: He’d come to get her. At tremendous peril to himself. Before anyone knew she could wield a lightsaber or use the Force or any of it. She was nothing, just another scavenger from another godforsaken planet, when he’d risked his life to save hers. And she’d never forget it.

– Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker: Expanded Edition by Rae Carson

#star wars #tfaedit #swedit #reyedit #finnedit #rey #finn #finnrey #starwarsblr #starwarsfilms #theforcenetwork #chewieblog #bbelcher #mine #gif #fave thing abt tros novel is how much it reiterates how nice finn is #yes . he is the kindest man in the galaxy

[tennessoui]

18 obikin!! Amnesia fics are super fun 🍆

18. One of them wakes up with amnesia (Option A because two people sent in this prompt number and I liked both ideas I saw for it enough to not want to pick) this involves an Obi-Wan that got deaged as well as lost his memories so he's Phantom Menace Obi-Wan. no i will not be explaining. hand wavey drabble fic writing.

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The man has not stopped staring, but something in his intense gaze makes Obi-Wan feel safe. Almost. Well. On edge, yes, but. Protected. He has the strange feeling that he’d rather be under this man’s stare than anywhere else in the entire galaxy.

But he knows he’s never seen this man before in his life, the same way that he knows he’s twenty-five and that Qui-Gon Jinn is his Master, that he’s a Jedi knight-in-training, that he hates teas with mint leaves in them, that he’ll never say no to a drink with Quinlan, that--well.

He supposes none of that stuff could be true anymore. Vokra Che, who’s a grown and certified healer master now, had told him what had happened. An older version of himself had touched something he wasn’t supposed to. The closest translation they could find to the runes on the object was that it would transform the user back to their most balanced state. Obi-Wan’s had, apparently, been at the age of twenty-five. He hadn’t recognized the name Anakin Skywalker. He had never been to Naboo.

He throws the rest of his drink back and waves to the bartender to pour him another. He’d gone straight here from the Halls of Healing. He’d had a shadow the entire way, but the man has yet to try to talk to him at all. It’s infuriating.

His Padawan braid swings into his field of vision for a second. He tosses it over his shoulder. He’d been told. Qui-Gon had died. Obi-Wan wants to not think about it at all.

There’s a brush of a Force presence that’s both familiar and completely foreign next to him. The man has finally moved to his side. Obi-Wan’s jaw ticks at his continued reticence, the way he’s observing him but not talking to him. It just simply won’t do, but Obi-Wan isn’t feeling his kindest. He doesn’t want whatever this man is offering him with his silent, dour stares and his suffocating Force signature that keeps trying to tangle itself with Obi-Wan’s own. It’s rude is what it is.

He waves down the bartender and orders a drink for the man. “If you got mint, put it in,” he tells the woman who raises an eyebrow but shrugs, one pair of her arms busy with the drink. When she gives it to him he slides it to the man next to him without even looking at him.

“What--” the man asks. “I don’t--”

“You do tonight,” Obi-Wan says bracingly, throwing back half of his own drink. “We’ve both just lost our Masters, haven’t we?”

The man beside him flinches as if Obi-Wan had skewered him with his lightsaber.

“You are him, aren’t you?” Obi-Wan lolls his head to the side to look at the man threw half-closed eyes. “My padawan.”

“Anakin,” the man says so quietly it’s almost lost to the noise of the bar. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, yeah.”

Obi-Wan takes a drink reflexively, humming in disbelief. “You don’t look like it,” he says consideringly. At Anakin’s confused look, he elaborates. “You don’t look like you could have ever been a Padawan.”

The man pulls himself up, face darkening at the perceived slight. It’s almost too easy to rile him up, but now that he has, Obi-Wan finds he has no interest in fighting this man. Quite the opposite, really. That’s...something. He can’t tell if that emotion comes from him now or the older version of him.

Either way, Obi-Wan has no desire to stand in the way of whatever storm this Anakin is building up in his head, so he turns to face him completely and pushes both hands into his blond hair, raking down the scalp gently before collecting the strands into a poor imitation of the Padawan ponytail. “That’s better, I suppose. The hair threw me off.” He lets go slowly, making sure to tug at one of the strands at the last second.

Anakin has a very strange look on his face, but he’s definitely not angry anymore. He’s even shielding much more tightly now. Obi-Wan smirks into his glass as he takes a sip. He definitely remembers that trick.

“Do you know who cut it?” he asks, catching sight of the end of his braid again. The drinks are going to his head much more quickly than he had intended. Must be all the trauma his body has gone through in the past few days. “My braid.”

“I.” Anakin stutters, caught off guard. “You did.”

Obi-Wan feels like laughing but also a bit like crying. There’s a terrifying emotion rearing its head in his chest. It threatens to swallow him whole. “Well, I suppose I never liked to stand on ceremony.”

“You cut your braid in the fresher and then called me in and braided mine,” Anakin says distantly, as if caught up in the memory. “You wouldn’t let me hold it. I thought you were so mean. But I understood at my Knighting Ceremony. It was a part of me in my hand, a...starmap of all the places I’d been and the things I’d learned during my training. And there was only one person I wanted to give it to in the whole galaxy.”

“Did you?” He asks, taking a sip to hide how important the question is, how devastating the answer could be.

“Well. Yeah. But I guess I don’t know if you kept it,” Anakin cuts his eyes away from Obi-Wan’s and runs his fingers up the long stem of his drink.

Obi-Wan chokes on a laugh. “He definitely did.”

The other man’s face settles into a frown. “You don’t know that. You’re not him.”

“I’m enough of him. I’ve got--some feelings. In my head. Impressions.”

“Of me?”

“Of how he felt about you.”

Anakin’s eyes widen and then narrow with a sudden intensity that makes Obi-Wan want to shiver. It’s like being in the eye of a storm. His hold on the delicate glass in his hand becomes dangerously tight as he leans forward into Obi-Wan’s space, as if he can’t get close enough to him.

“What do you feel when you look at me?” he asks almost breathlessly. Obi-Wan blinks, trying to figure out if he’s being seduced or not. It’s sort of working. It’s all that focus, directly on him. Obi-Wan wouldn’t mind if that’s how the night ended. But sleeping with his former padawan who he can’t remember right now doesn’t seem like the best decision he could make.

But Anakin had liked it when Obi-Wan tugged at his hair. He’d arched closer to him. And now, the distance between them has been eaten away until they’re almost pressed chest to shoulder.

“Safe,” he decides to say, even though the word feels too small. “Sad,” which is mostly true but also an oversimplification. It’s a sort of nostalgia mixed with sadness, mixed with acceptance and resignation. “Warm,” because even after being denied entry to Obi-Wan’s mind, Anakin’s force presence has curled around Obi-Wan’s like some sort of krayt dragon, content to wait and guard and treasure. He leans forward, just until his mouth brushes against the skin of Anakin’s ear. “Coveted.”

Anakin definitely shifts at that, and when Obi-Wan pulls back enough to see his face, his pupils are blown wide.

Swallowing a grin, Obi-Wan swallows the rest of his drink in one go. “Drink up,” he tells Anakin in his most demanding tone, reaching into his pockets to pull out his older self’s credits to settle the tab. “I want to go.”

Anakin obeys immediately, making a face at the taste.

They’re out in the street within a few minutes, Anakin smacking his lips as if still trying to rid himself of the flavor. “I just don’t know why you had to order me that,” he complains, falling into step on Obi-Wan’s right.

Obi-Wan pauses and leans against the very unsanitary wall of the building, spreading his legs wide enough so that Anakin can come in between them. The man doesn’t seem to notice anything different, just steps a bit closer as a crowd of loud party-goers makes their way past them.

“I wanted to see if I liked mint,” Obi-Wan shrugs, raising his hand to rest on the skin of Anakin’s neck. He can feel the way his pulse is beating incredibly fast.

“Why would my drink help you with--”

Obi-Wan rolls his eyes. He commends his older self for being able to teach this idiot anything, even though he seems to have skipped over important lessons like Recognizing When You’re Being Flirted With.

Before Anakin can finish the thought, Obi-Wan twists his other hand in Anakin’s robes and pulls him forward until their lips are a hair’s breadth apart. “May I kiss you?” he asks because it’s only polite to.

Anakin’s eyes widen and then fall shut as he gives a little nod, finally stepping forward until their bodies are pressed completely together.

At least someone, although he doubts it was the older Obi-Wan, taught Anakin how to kiss. Obi-Wan’s toes curl in his boots as Anakin takes control of the action, moving his hands so one’s pressing against the wall behind them and one’s running up his scalp. Obi-Wan takes his time licking into Anakin’s mouth, allowing Anakin to explore him in return. One of them moans, which seems like as good a time as any to break the kiss.

“Well?” Anakin pants, diving in to place a short kiss onto Obi-Wan’s lips. “What do you think?”

The short answer is that Obi-Wan isn’t. He noses back towards Anakin’s mouth hopefully, sliding his hand down from his neck to rest on his hip.

“About mint,” Anakin elaborates when Obi-Wan doesn’t respond immediately.

“Inconclusive. Need more data,” Obi-Wan tries to kiss him but Anakin’s smiling too hard.

“Then next time you can get the awful drink, and you can get me the Alderaan Sunset,” Anakin is complaining, but he’s laughing too and that’s nice. Obi-Wan thinks that making Anakin Skywalker laugh is one of the best feelings in the galaxy, and he thinks his older self would agree, if the warmth sparking up in his very soul means anything at all.

#asks #my fics #writing #tarantasina #i'm sure eventually they get obi-wan back to normal and he's just sooooo embarrassed that he got drunk and decided to seduce anakin #but like it worked out #anakin makes fun of him too until obi-wan remembers that he kissed back #prompt fill

[ben-101-rewrite]

Redesign Video - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=slqioKz3fpw

“For as long as they could remember, the Revonnahganders have always been into the culture of farming, and excel in it. Ranging from the rarest of fruits and vegetables, to raising many unusual farm animals, they experimented with anything they could get their hands on. Their prized creation is the Amber Ogia, the perfect fruit they spent years breeding and developing. It could be used in foods, mediations, clothing and even fuel, it was designed to do so many things, though it could only be harvested once a year, and they had to be smart about their supply of it. However, the rumours of this fruit, along with the amount of food and supplies Revonnah could produce, ended up attracting unwanted attention. For many years it became common for thieves, rouges, fleets and even passing conquers to stop by and help themselves to anything they wanted, with the people of Revonnah often struggling to fight back. While they had evolved many fighting styles throughout their history, they couldn’t keep up with the level of tech outside in the galaxy, which frustrated many elders who spent many years just to perfect these techniques, only for some evil aliens with blasters only to take them out in seconds.   Due to this poor relationship towards the outside world, Revonnah and it’s people didn’t appreciate outsiders, and were known to be cold even to those who were friendly. They just couldn’t trust anyone, as they always felt like they only ever wanted what their people harvested and made. Eventually the Plumbers arrived, stepped in, and began protecting them from outsiders who stole from them, and while Revonnah agreed to be under alliance and protection by them, they still weren’t fond of the Plumbers due to years of mistreatment. Nowadays, you’ll find that it’s the older members who turn away outsiders, while thankfully the newer generation has been taking the right steps into joining the outside world, despite the arguments it might cause between the old and the young of Revonnah. Part of this new generation is Rook Blonko, the eldest child of his family. From a young age, Rook and his father have had conflicting views about the outside world, and while the two love and respect each other, it’s a topic they could never agree on. Nonetheless, Rook didn’t disobey his father, and often looked up to him, seeing him as a hard working leading man, since beyond the elders on the highest hill, Rook Da often commanded the village they lived in. Sometime after Rook’s tail fell off, his father started sending him to learn under the elder, mostly by his old mentor, Kundo (Kooun-doe). Kundo was very much someone who voiced his distaste for other aliens, and the tech used across the galaxy, stuck in the old ways of life due to what his people used to go through. Rook was part of a group of students being trained under him, and despite what you might think, Rook was actually one of the worst students. He would stumble more often, struggle to handle Kundo’s rough words, and could never seem to master the tougher skills. It didn’t help that Rook could fight in his own way, and wanted to create his own techniques, but Kundo always dismissed the idea. Though, despite not liking these classes, something good did come from it for Rook, in a way. Everyday he would walk up to and from school, and on his way home once he encountered a young girl his age, who was struggling to round up a loose farm animal. After helping her out, she introduced herself as Rayona. They didn’t live near each other, and Rayona came from a much poorer family, not helping with the fact she would end up having 8 younger siblings that her parents couldn’t look after alone. But even with those hardships, Rayona was one of the kindest and understanding people Rook has ever met, and she was always willing to give people a chance and liked lending a helping hand. She was calm and wise for her age, and it didn’t take long for the two to form a friendship. Everyday after training from then on, Rook would always stop by and hang out with Rayona, and because of their friendship the two families would start talking and getting together too. Of course, no one was surprised when young Rook gained a massive crush on Rayona, and he eventually asked her out, which she said yes too, and they have been dating ever since, with both families approving. Rayona was always by Rook’s side to support him over the struggles of learning under Kundo, while he was there to support her when she had to take care of her siblings for her parents. The two provided each other a safe zone from all the stresses in their life. Then, one day after a long meeting with the Plumbers, parts of Revonnah agreed to let there be a few members in certain villages to keep an eye on things, Rook’s village being one of them. A man named Wat-Senn became their sheriff, and while the much older folk didn’t approve of him, like Kundo, he eventually charmed his way in and proved himself to most of the locals. Rook himself took a keen interest in him, because for years now Rook had been fascinated by the Plumbers and what they did, and was always interested in the idea of protecting people and seeing the galaxy, despite what his family might say. So Rook, on his spare down, would sneak off to go hang around the sheriff, who found Rook to be a nice young man, with a good dream to him. In secret, Wat-Senn would share stories about the Plumbers with Rook, even showing him a few things he learnt at the Plumber academy, a fighting style that Rook found worked better for him than most of what Kundo taught him. The only people aware of these visits were Rook’s siblings, and Rayona. Then came the day of the Highbreed invasion. Revonnah hadn’t been hit immediately, but they were near other planets that did, and knew it was only a matter of time until they were struck. They were in complete panic, even when people like Kundo claimed they could fight back. The entire planet waited for chaos...but it never came. Sheriff Wat-Senn received word that Ben Tennyson had stopped the invasion and saved the universe, with the Highbreeds changing their ways with their new leader, Reiny. Despite Revonnah’s lack of interest of the outside world, even this caught their attention, and many people saw leaked videos of the fight on earth, and eventually watched other videos of Ben Tennyson and his crew, Rook being one of these people. He was fascinated by the omnitrix, and Ben as a person, seeing him being a heroic hero in the face of danger. Regardless of it all, Ben stepped forward and saved the entire universe, with the power of many alien races, showing the importance and power they can bring together...and it was something Rook wanted to be a part of. After all that happened, Rook finally had the courage to speak to his father, wanting to now go to the Plumber academy. This did spark a discussion and argument, but Rook for once didn’t back down from his father, which his dad did notice. The fact that Rook was willing to stand up to his father like this, not back down, with such courage, did make Rook Da think about it...and while he didn’t like the idea of it, he gave Rook the approval to go, but told him that it will take him a long while to ever be ok with it entirely. Rook promised his father he would gain his approval one day, and after talking with his family, girlfriend and the sheriff, Rook eventually found his way to the Plumber academy, awaiting for the adventure in his future, and to be a hero just like Ben Tennyson.”

Notes:

Rayona studying medical practices

Rayona having an odd sense of humor (like ED from Mass Effect)

Cute cat traits (Sleeping in the sun, cuddling, staring at nothing.)

Sandra and Carl often inviting Rook over for dinner

Rayona and Rook being that lovey dovey couple

Both great with kids, given they are both the oldest siblings of their families

Both aren’t the jealous type

Rayona is the most equal and civil towards Ben, others either have conflict with him, or view him as a celebrity.

Rayona ended up actually being the best person for Ben to talk to about his failing relationships

Both already behave like parents

Rook struggling on what to do now that he’s a Plumber

Rook is secretly an extreme daredevil underneath

Rayona is great at singing, Rook is not (Sounds like a yowling cat)

While both have a protective side, Rayona is much more scary when she gets protective

Both overwork themselves

Rook cooks better than Rayona

Both have complicated relationships towards their parents, both for different reasons

#ben 10 #Ben 101 AU #Ben 101 Rewrite #Ben 101 Note #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #Ben 10 Rook Blonko #Rook Blonko #Ben 10 Rook #Ben 10 Rayona #Rook X Rayona #ben 10 redesign

[beyondspaceandstars]

Those Eyes

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader Warnings: N/A Summary: A little, sweet night pillow talk with Din. Short and sweet! Based off the prompt: "person a: ‘You know, I really like your eyes.’" A/N: tbh I got really weird with the description of eyes. I’ve had to read a lot of medieval writing lately for class and their overuse of commas and ridiculous phrases really have just been inspiring me (/joke). Also yes this is a short thing I was mainly using it to exercise my writing muscles because I haven’t written anything new in a while but I am pretty pleased with how it came out.

Masterlist

Getting to lay and stare up at Din’s unmasked face felt like an absolute dream to you.

After a few years of constant wonder yet total respect for him, getting to watch him wander around or reside next to you helmet-less felt so fake, so unbelievable.

When you two finally tied the knot and he let you receive all of him that first night married, it was nearly overwhelming. He was as gorgeous and handsome as you always knew he would be. From the shaggy hair to the complimentary facial hair, you hadn’t only picked the kindest, most gentle man in the galaxy — you had picked the most beautiful.

Everything about Din just added up with one another but what you currently couldn’t keep your eyes off of as you two stared off at night was, well, his eyes.

You couldn’t help getting lost in them — as absolutely cheesy as it sounded — but they truly were just a pool of warmth to melt into. They were brown and rich. They had such history behind them going way deeper than when you two met. But they had such softness, such wonder, and patience swimming throughout. No matter how much you knew he had seen, Din still managed to keep this soft delight tucked away and it liked to come out through his eyes.

You were staring at them now, laying practically on one another in the sleeping quarters. The child was fast asleep in his spot. Din was watching the ceiling with an arm thrown around you, seemingly lost yet content in his thoughts as you continued watching him, memorizing every inch of your husband’s appearance.

Din, however, was not as oblivious to your gaze as you thought he was. Without taking his eyes off the ceiling, he asked, "Is there something wrong, riduur?"

You were startled by him acknowledging you. Normally you would’ve melted with glee as you took in him speaking his native tongue; however, now, you were flustered by his sudden question.

"N-No," you mumbled as your cheeks burned in embarrassment. You averted your gaze to your husband’s chest quickly, letting your fingers run over him mindlessly.

You felt him shake as he let out a low chuckle, watching you all nervous and squirmy. Din didn’t want to admit it out loud, but seeing you still get flustered over him after so much time together made his heart sing.

"You sure?" Din probed. His hand came on top of yours, halting your movement. "I think you were staring at me."

You shrugged, "I was just thinking." A beat. "Admiring, even."

"Admiring?" You could practically hear the smile on Din’s face as he spoke, ready to make you blush from a little teasing. You kept your gaze fixed on his hand that was intertwined with yours.

You nodded slowly, "I really like your eyes, Din."

"My- My eyes?" He clarified, his smile dropping, caught off guard by your explanation. You bit your lip, trying to stop the stupid giggle rising over his adorable shock.

Finally looking back up at him, you said, "Yeah, your eyes. They’re so kind."

He was staring at you intensely now but you didn’t dare break the contact. His grip on you got stronger as he tucked you closer into him. You could ever so subtly feel his heart pounding in his chest at your words. You didn’t want to tease, but who was the flustered one now?

"Really, cyar’ika?" Din’s voice was down to a whisper. Low, a tinge of seduction in his tone.

"Of course," you confirmed. "Your eyes are so soft and welcoming. They make me melt and just feel so… home. You’re home."

Din couldn’t help himself. The second you finished your explanation, he pulled in, connecting his lips with yours. Slightly surprised at first, it took a second to react but once you were in the flow, you let the kiss practically take you away.

When your hand came up to caress his cheek and his started making its way to your hips, you two knew you had to separate. As captivated and lovey-dovey as you were with one another, there were little ears around.

Breaking apart, you gave a quick peck on Din’s cheek before returning to your original cuddling positions.

"I love you," Din whispered. "Forever."

"Mmm," you hummed, scooting closer into him, still a little dazed from the lovely kiss. "I love you, too, riduur. I love all of you and those dreamy eyes."

Din let out another chuckle, "Well your riduur and his dreamy eyes are not going anywhere so you should get some sleep now."

You groaned and looked back up at your husband. "But what if I wanted to stare at you some more?"

He playfully rolled his eyes and gave you a peck on the lips, "Good night, cyar’ika."

"Good night, dreamy eyes."

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character prompt list - din djarin

oh dear I am ECSTATIC to answer this and gush over my favourite tin can man 🤍

• favourite thing about them: it's important I start this by saying that din djarin became one of my absolute fave in sw so fast it's actually ridiculous and I'm more than a little in love with him SO THAT BEING SAID he is so GENTLE like you wouldn't expect that from a bounty hunter who's seen and been through so much and YET he's the kindest person in the galaxy (if you've read my previous post about obi-wan: yes, there is a pattern here). Also, of course being a dad to grogu is a big part of his whole characterisation and what absolutely wrecks me is that he loves and cares for his child in a way that is completely disinterested about his own desires and wants... him letting go Grogu? him deciding not to see him despite being so close to him? I'm I tears.

Also every dry, sarcastic comment Din makes adds ten years to my lifespan

• least favorite thing about them: absolutely nothing I love this man so much leave me alone 😭😭😭😭

• favourite line: "he means more to me than you will ever know" USING GIDEON'S WORD AGAINST HIM WHILE BEING THE SOFTEST BADASS DAD EVER I need a minute

• brOTP: BOBA we love tin can men being besties and I hope to see him interact more with Fennec in the future 🤍

• OTP: 💗💗💗💗💗💗 DINLUKE 💗💗💗💗💗 they came out from nowhere and turned my life upside down and literally crushed my writer block... the chokehold they have on me is incredible. I could rant for DAYS about them being the most delightful ship that has ever been shipped and I think that if THE RAT WASN'T FUCKING HOMOPHOBIC and if star wars didn't care about dudebros opinions they would be 100% canon thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

• nOTP: honestly I ship din only with luke lmao I don't particularly dislike other ships, just not my thing ig??? ex I don't get the hype for dincobb but hey, to each their own, right?

• random headcanon: i think he has a very expressive face and bc he's been wearing the helmet for so many years he never really learned to control his expressions so imagine din making all sort of funny/exasperated faces under it lmao

• unpopular opinion: it's very random but in fanfictions I always read that din and han would dislike each other and I STRONGLY DISAGREE YOUR HONOR maybe they wouldn't hit off immediately but in the end I think they would be best pals and co-founders of the "I Married Into Thee Skywalker Family And Now I Keep Getting Involved In All The Galaxy Drama". Meetings are on Thursdays.

• song I associate with them: I heard some days ago "Remember Me" from Coco sang by Christina Perri and it made me think about Din and Grogu I am unwell.

• favourite picture of them:

I KNOW IT'S A MEME BUT IT SENDS ME LMAO

#ask game #thanks for asking!!! <3 #lidia answers #din djarin

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Hi lovely! I saw you’re accepting prompts so I was wondering if I could get 17 and 46 from the general section plz with Poe :) oh and could you make it fluffy at end if that’s not too much trouble :) thank you! x

A/N: I’m sorry these requests are taking so long! Life’s been crazy. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 977

Warnings: none, but if you want any lmk!!

Prompt: “You flinched.” & “Are you afraid of me?”

Resistance General Poe Dameron liked to think of himself as a pretty cool guy. He’d never really had any issues with anyone other than the First Order, and he was typically able to charm almost anyone into doing almost anything. He’s pretty sure he even made Rey blush a few times, just by smiling at her.

It should also be noted that he wasn’t intentionally cocky about his charm. He just knew he was likable, and if he could use it to his advantage, he would. He was also one of the kindest people in the Resistance, and possibly the galaxy. He didn’t turn anyone away, no matter what, and he was always willing to offer a hug or a kiss or whatever else the person sitting opposite might need to distract themselves. What could he say? He was a man of the people.

Naturally, Poe was a bit confused when you avoided him like the plague. He thought you were cute, and he liked to watch you work. There was just something different about you. For example, the fact that you seemed to want nothing to do with him. He’d give you that charming smile, or ask you about repairs on the X-Wing you were working on, and you’d choke out a response before scurrying away. Poe didn’t know what it was about him that seemed to drive you away, but he was determined to find out. Poe Dameron never backed down from a challenge.

So, when Poe rolled up to the cantina after a particularly successful day, he spotted you sitting at the bar almost immediately. He wanted to approach you then and there, but his friends were waving him down, and he definitely needed at least one drink before he went to talk to you.

“Poe, please tell Finn that he’s a bantha-brained dumbass if he thinks he can beat Chewy in sabacc!” Rose cried.

“Mm,” Poe forced out. He really hadn’t registered what Rose said. He was too busy watching you try to politely turn down some young pilot who didn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. “I’ll be back.”

You were at a loss. You’d tried to tell this pilot that you already had a drink, that you didn’t want another, that you were waiting for someone. Anything that would get him to leave you alone. He was stubborn, though, and he had stayed planted right beside you for the past ten minutes.

“I told you, I’m waiting for someone,” you lied through your teeth. You weren’t waiting for anyone, but you’d just been looking to get a drink and head back to your room for a quiet night in.

“Really? Where is he, then?” The pilot taunted. “If he stood you up, I’m more than happy to take his place, baby.”

“There you are!” That was a new voice, but one you knew all too well. General Poe Dameron. Great. “This guy bothering you, sweetheart?”

Poe squeezed between the two of you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“H-He wouldn’t… leave me alone…” you mumbled out, cheeks burning.

Poe gritted his teeth, turning to glare at the young pilot who was suddenly shaking in his boots. “He wouldn’t, huh? I believe you were already asked to leave. Do you need your general to order you?”

“N-No, s-sir,” the pilot squeaked, turning to hurry away.

Poe waited until he was out of sight before removing his arm from your shoulders. You found that you missed the contact.

“You okay, kid?”

Kid.

“Y-Yes, I’m fine,” you looked down. “Th-Thank you.”

You waited for him to leave, and looked up when you didn’t hear him move. “D-Did you need something, sir?”

“A drink,” he grinned at you. “Mind if I sit while I wait for it?”

“No, sir, General Dameron!” You shook your head quickly. He was your General, and yet he was asking you for permission to sit? He was just being polite, you reasoned with yourself. He probably had no idea who you were.

Poe calling your name snapped you out of your thoughts immediately.

“You with me?” Poe’s crooked smirk made you blush even more than you had been.

“Y-You know my name?” Maker, why were you so awkward? Poe was looking at you like you had three heads.

“Of course I know your name, you work on my ship. You think I let anyone work on my ship?” He didn’t sound angry, but you still recoiled a bit at his words. You really had hoped he would t notice, but Poe Dameron noticed everything.

“You flinched.”

“N-No, I didn’t!” You’d slap yourself for this later. Why couldn’t you function around this man?

“Are you afraid of me?” Oh no, he looked upset now. Not angry upset, but upset like a puppy who’d been kicked.

“N-No! Well… yes, but no, you’ve always been r-really nice to me, and I know you’re really experienced with, um… people… and I have a really big crush on you and I know you’d never be interested in someone like me—”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. You’re scared of me because you like me?” You did not like the smile that was forming on his face.

“Well—”

“Sweetheart, I’ve been trying for the past month to get you to look me in the eye long enough for me to ask you on a date.”

You weren’t expecting that one. Poe Dameron, General of the Resistance, wanted to date you?

“O-Oh…”

Poe just smiled at you. “How about we call this one our first, and I’ll pick you up tomorrow for our second? Eight okay?”

“E-Eight is perfect…” You knew you were staring, but you couldn't help it. Was this really happening?

“It’s a date, then,” Poe grinned, dropping a kiss onto your cheek.

So, it was real then.

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Binge-Watching: Legend of the Galactic Heroes, Episodes 87-91

In which we enter the home stretch, Reinhard confronts his sins, and the romantic subplots are... still not good.

Plots and Plans

And so we reach the final leg of Legend of the Galactic Heroes. Yang is dead, the Galactic Empire is all but complete, and the massive war that defined this series from the start is basically over. But that doesn’t mean things have calmed down in the galaxy, not by a long shot. Even in this relative peace, there are still countless hidden plots being spun in the background to make things fall back into chaos. Rubinsky is manipulating Lang to destroy Reuenthal and turn Reinhard into a tyrant, Reuenthal is considering staging a rebellion on his own terms, Julian and the rest of the new Iserlohn Republic are thinking about trying to reform the unified empire from the inside out with a democratic constitution... nothing’s really come to fruition yet, but tension is thick in the air. I actually got so nervous when Mittermeyer and his wife were walking home, something about the shot choice and editing made me think they were about to be jumped by an assassin. Turns out, history doesn’t stop moving just because you finally won the big war and achieved near-full unification of humanity. People are still people, and that means unrest, instability, and just as much threat to stability as there was before the guns stopped blazing.

Barefoot Gen

Which leads me to one of the most powerful scenes in the show yet: when Reinhard’s confronted by a survivor of Westerland. Jesus. Fucking. Christ. I actually forgot all about that time Oberstein nuked a planet to hasten victory in the civil war. And apparently Reinhard did too, because he does not take this reminder well. It’s all well and good to say he’s saved more lives than he took, but the fact remains, at the end of the day, he let millions of innocent people die to further his ambitions. How does he justify his continued rule with that much blood on his hands? Yang, ironically enough, was lucky to die without ever needing to answer that question definitively. He was a military man to the end, unwilling or not; he never got a chance to bear those sins as the leader of a damn nation. Reinhard, though? He’s now in a position where his job is to build civilization up, but he’s still got all the blood he spilled in wartime on his hands. Even if he’s somehow able to forgive himself for that, there’s no telling if the people will. He can be the kindest leader he possibly can, but if the former Alliance citizens choose to still hold his wartime atrocities against him, then this new empire is doomed. How does Reinhard- hell, how does anyone in the empire rule justly in the face of that resentment? Too many more riots like the ones Rubinsky’s instigating, and this experiment in galactic unification will be over before it can even start. I just hope Reuenthal and Reinhard are smart enough to figure it out.

Still a Better Love Story Than Twilight

Unfortunately, for all the interesting stuff being set up here, there’s one Achilles Heel this show just can’t quite conquer. Yes, it’s time once again for me to grouse about how lame LOTGH’s romantic subplots are. Listen, it’s not like I expect HibiMiku-tier love stories from a hardboiled sci-fi war drama; I fully accept this show devoting most of its attention to its political commentary and broad-scale themes. I don’t need quality ships to enjoy a good story if it doesn’t need them. But man, this show is just not good at making me care about the few times it does tread into romance. I softened to Frederica and Yang over time, but that’s only because their romance was barely a factor in their story to begin with. Plus, Frederica remained an interesting character in her own right and never really feels like she’s playing second fiddle to Yang, even if she feels that way herself at times. The same, sadly, cannot be said of Katerose, who may as well have been wearing a “Hi, I’m Julian’s future love interest” shirt from the first moment she stepped on screen. Or Helga, who could have been a really interesting female politician character after Jessica’s untimely death, but has done basically nothing but pine after Reinhard for like fifty episodes before sleeping with him and becoming his fiance. And look, Reinhard showing up all bashful the next day with a giant-ass bouquet of roses was genuinely hilarious- dude has zero social skills whatsoever- but a good joke doesn’t make me care about their relationship anymore. I can’t really say this show does romance terribly, it’s just very... inert and unappealing, like paste slowly drying under a wet, muggy sun. Less of this, more cool space battles and long-winded speeches about the nature of democracy, please.

Odds and Ends

-Wow, this last OP is... not good.

-”If I get fat, my wife won’t like me.” pfft

-Well, there’s a face we haven’t seen alive in a while. How’s it going, Landsberg?

-”My sense of taste is falling.” “It seems your sense of flattery is rising to compensate.” Aaaaaaaw. See, this is cute enough that I don’t mind it.

-This ED, on the other hand? This ED is lovely.

-”If this were some cheap TV anime, the producer could conveniently resurrect the dead protagonist!” Attenborough, you really have to watch out for the fourth wall, you keep sideswiping it with your car.

-”Now that he’s gone, I think that breath will only grow stronger and blow through history.” You’re probably right.

-Okay, that scene with the angry dude berating Julian was staged all kinds of awkwardly.

-”Will Julian Mintz be remembered as Yang Wen-Li’s disciple, or will Yang be remembered as Julian’s teacher?” A very good question...

-It feels weird we didn’t get to see much of Reinhard’s health decline. Why have so much of it take place off screen?

-”What brave subordinates I have.” The sarcasm. Christ, Reuenthal.

-sldfjhdskjf Bitenfield has such a bad poker face

-”His majesty demands I join him for a poetry recital.” why is this so funny aksjhasd

Less than twenty episodes to go. See you next time!

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The armored door of the bunker sealed shut with an ominous thud, then there was only Vader’s breathing breaking the silence. Alone. Luke was alone with the man. It was like his worst nightmares, but this time it was real. Luke found his own breath quickening.

Previous parts on the masterpost here!

The armoured door of the bunker sealed shut with an ominous thud, then there was only Vader’s breathing breaking the silence. Alone. Luke was alone with the man. It was like his worst nightmares, but this time it was real. Luke found his own breath quickening.

"Luke?" Vader asked immediately, stepping forwards. Luke cringed back into his seat, panicking. "Luke, little angel, are you—"

"This is all my worst nightmare," he said breathlessly. "This— being trapped in a room with you—"

Vader seemed to deflate at that, shrinking back into himself. "I... understand, Majesty, I—"

"He's going to take my body," Luke babbled on. "He's going to take my body and crush my soul, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Luke—"

Luke met his gaze, sucking deep, desperate breaths in and out of his lungs like a panicked bird, staring. Vader reached for his hands and took them gently; when Luke squeezed them as hard as he could, hard enough to crush and splinter, he suspected that Vader's durasteel fingers felt nothing.

"I will protect you," Vader promised.

"And what if you fail?" Luke snapped. "What if they strike while you're not there? I'm too weak to protect myself, I'm nothing, he'll just take what he wants and—"

"Luke," Vader said. "Even if I am not there, you are not weak. You will not give into him—I know that much. You are so strong, little angel."

"I'm a crap emperor and a crap Force-wielder. I'm not strong in any way, shape or form. I—"

"You are strong. You are bold and brave and brilliant—you always have been. I... resented you for it, when you were younger," Vader's vocoder stuttered as he tried to get the words out, and Luke was just as shocked at that, "but that was petty and weak on my part, especially when I took those frustrations out on you. You are strong—in the Force, stronger than even your father was, so, so strong... but in other ways as well. Your kindness, your love, your compassion. Your friends, Organa and Veers, know it. Sabé knows it. I know it. You are so brave, and you have been dealt such a bad hand, and you have dealt with it better than anyone else ever could."

Luke looked up at him, wide-eyed. He was too surprised to panic, now, at hearing that.

Vader leaned in slightly. Funnily enough, it came off as reassuring and not just... leering or intimidating, with his black death mask.

"You are strong, Majesty," he promised. "Ahsoka has told me as much—you are diligent, and focused, and your progress in these mere few days is stunning. Sabé as well tells me of your skill and sensitivity when conducting those meetings with those senators. Even the disgusting ones." He let a part of his distaste for them seep into his voice; were he any less frightened, Luke would have giggled, but instead the corners of his mouth just tilted upwards.

"You should not write yourself off," Vader continued, softer; his vocoder didn't pick up the softness but the Force, and therefore Luke, did. "You are a phenomenal human being. And while I would like nothing more than for you to be safe, to stay in the Palace away from all these dangers, and while I will try to keep you from these dangers until my last dying breath, I know that you are capable of handling them yourself.

"You are capable and clever enough to find a way, little angel. So while your fear is justified here, you need not dwell on it. Trust yourself, and the Force, that your destiny contains a happier path than the one you have already walked." He placed a hesitant hand on Luke's shoulder; Luke leaned into it, and sensed his relief. "And trust that your mother would be so, so proud of you."

A hitch in his breathing. "Trust that..." he said. "Trust that both your parents are proud of you. Immensely. Wherever they are."

Luke blinked back tears. It failed; they flooded his cheeks and he gasped, staring at the dark lord through swimming sight. He sobbed.

"Can—" He stopped, then swallowed. "Can you tell me about them? Her," he amended hastily, not wanting to cause an argument again, not wanting to be reminded just how many secrets that even Vader, when he was trying to be as sweet and supportive as a Sith Lord could possibly be, was hiding from him— "Can you tell me about her? I've heard things from Nova, but—"

"But you wish for a different perspective?" Vader guessed. Luke nodded shyly. "Of course, little angel. She..."

There was a pause. Luke, despite his tears, despite the emotion he could sense from Vader—and strange, that was, that he could sense something from Vader so very, very strongly, that there was some bond between them that had forged from care and dedication and whispered promises after years of estrangement—that reminded him of tears... he thought Vader might have been smiling.

"Padmé," he said, taking a moment to revel in just saying her name, "was... the first person I called an angel. You... remind me of her greatly, in that respect, little one. I first met her when I was nine years old, when she was being accompanied by Jedi—that... that was how I became a Jedi, in fact. She was kind to me, perhaps one of the kindest people I'd ever met, and then I offered her help and her Jedi guard recognised me  as Force-sensitive. But she was the most important thing that came out of that encounter."

Luke blinked. It... it was fascinating, really, how Vader refused to talk about himself, but the more Luke's mother was referenced... he put pieces of his own backstory into that story as well.

"I didn't see her for a few years after that, but I still thought about her. She was the Queen of Naboo, as you know, until she was eighteen, and she became the most popular monarch they'd had in recent history. The Naboo even tried to amend their constitution so that she could serve longer, but she refused, and stepped down. She went on to serve as a senator—"

"Wait." Luke frowned. "She—she was offered the chance to become an autocratic leader of a planet, she was that popular, but she refused? She believed in democracy that much?"

"She..." Vader sounded like he was getting out the words through gritted teeth, but he evidently knew that what he didn't say, Sabé would. "...did. Yes."

Luke bowed his head. "I'm an emperor," he said quietly. "She—"

"Little angel," Vader said. "She wanted what was best for the galaxy. That was all she ever wanted. In the time that she was eighteen, what was best for Naboo was democracy. In this uncertain time, and in the times after the Clone Wars, in the wake of the failures of the Republic, the galaxy was in need of a firm hand. She was... reluctant to accept it, at the time, and ultimately died her untimely death before she came to accept it, but I know that you will do just as well."

Luke didn't look up. Vader apparently felt the need to reiterate: "I know you will do what is best for the galaxy, just as she did. You have her heart."

"Will I?" Luke asked. "I don't even know what's best for the galaxy. I don't even know what's best for me."

"Well, do you believe in the Empire?" Vader pointed out, like there was no question to it at all.

But Luke hesitated.

"I was never taught anything different," he said. He could almost see Vader narrowing his eyes behind that mask at the noncommittal answer. He could sense the guards shift around him. "But from what I can tell... it hurts a lot of people. I don't know if I believe in it at all."

Vader stared.

"You..." he began. Rage crashed into his voice, then evaporated like morning mist. Luke supposed he appreciated the effort? "You have been spending time with Sabé's friends, the Organas, I see."

Luke frowned. "A little bit. Why?"

"Nothing, little angel." Vader's teeth were definitely gritted there. "Senator Organa was close friends with your mother."

Luke perked up. "He—"

"I will not disapprove of this... dalliance. But I would suggest you speak in more depth to General Veers, when he teaches you to work with the blaster. He may provide you with an alternate view on the galaxy and the Empire's place in it."

Luke frowned. "You mean the only view I've ever been taught? That it brings stability and security after the chaos of the Republic? I know that view. It's all I know."

"Then why doubt it?"

Luke grimaced. "Why doubt my father?" he shot back, and Vader winced in understanding.

"I do not know what to tell you, little angel," Vader said at last. "I believe in the Empire. I know that Lady Sabé does not. Whether you do or not is something only you can decide. You are the Emperor."

"What if I don't want to be?"

Vader didn't say anything for a long time in response to that admission. Finally, he just said, "You are the Emperor, Majesty. You choose where to go from here."

"And what if I choose wrong?"

"You will not. Your mother never did, and you are too much like her."

And from the way Vader said that, there was nothing more to it.

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Mortem

mortem

Pairing : Kylo Ren/Ben solo X mother! Reader

Warnings: violence, mentions of death, depression, blood.

Summery: the Resistance uses (y/n) to get back Ben, only to regret it.

Authors note: I’m not sorry, because I loved this so... also I hit 2.k words with this so. Also! This is part 9 to my forbidden fruit series so I suggest reading that, because if you don’t this is probably confusing as shit.

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The resistance and (y/n) had found themselves by Mandalore, the home of the young warrior. (Y/n) was in her armor once more as she stood by her Royal TIE intercepter. Leia smiled at her as she held her grand daughter in her arms.

“He won’t be happy with you, but you have to reason with him, do you understand?” Leia asked looking at (y/n), the child pulling at the strings of leias dress.

“Yea I know,” she smiled faintly and kiss her baby’s head, “mommy will be back okay?” She said smiling at Leia. “Keep her safe, no matter the cost.”

“Of course...” she nodded.

(Y/n) put her helmet on before entering the ship once more, Kylo knew where to find her, but he didn’t expect how he would find her.

-

“Sir the TIE has landed in Mandalore.” An agent said looking up at Hux, he nodded and walked away to find Kylo. He found him in the throne room with troopers laying on the floor, he rolled his eyes.

“You can’t kill every trooper who try’s to help you.” He said looking at him. Kylo stood walking over to him, he wasn’t the Kylo Ren he knew, no, he was sad, broken.

“I will do, as I please.” He said snarling at Hux, Hux only rolled his eyes.

“She’s landed on Mandalore.” He said causing him to perk up.

“Let’s go to Mandalore...”

It didn’t take long to get to Mandalore since Kylo took the TIE Silencer. Once he got to Mandalore he tracked down (y/n) on a mountain away from civilization, landing the silencer not to far away. She was still in the ship waiting for him, when he stood in front of the ship she exited jumping onto the ground. He drew his lightsaber quickly as he watched her cape flow in the wind of Mandalore.

“Where’s (y/n)?!” He asked the lightsaber glowing brightly in his hands. The beskar of her Mandalorian armor chimes bright in the orange light of the sun, she reached up removing the helmet and letting it drop to the ground. Her braid fell to her shoulder and she looked glorious, and he lowered his weapon, and stared at her in awe, before his eyes met with the signet of the resistance on her shoulder.

“Traitor!!” He yelled looking at her before lunging in her direction with the lightsaber, only to be met with a purple shield fighting it off.

“You would attack me?!” She yelled holding the Kyber shield against his saber, pushing him back making him stumble back but quickly recover.

“You betrayed me!” He moved striking her shield again, she could feel the heat of the lightsaber on her hand as the shield faltered. She rolled away from him so now she faces towards the city.

“I did not come here to fight you Kylo!” She yelled looking at him, he was not the same man she knew, this, this was Kylo Ren, the man she knew was ben solo, and she wanted that man back.

“Then why do you come here dressed in the symbol of the enemy?” He asked standing straight looking at her, anger ran threw him like the lava of Navvaro.

“Because this is who I was before Hux! This is who I’ve always been!” She said but it only angered him more and he moved getting a good hit on her but the beskar held up, and she strict back at him with a blue light that only shocked him more. The lightsaber held up against his own pushing back against him, they stood straight pushing the balance of each others hearts.

“Where did you get that?” He asked looking down at her hands that held the lightsaber against him, then his eyes trailed to her face seeing her fear. He faltered for a second, but just enough for her to push him to the ground.

“You could have killed me already if you wanted to,” she said holding her hand down to him to help him up. “But you don’t want to, because this is not you Ben...” she said looking at him, he looked at her, giving in for a second but he quickly moved away standing up ready to fight.

“You do not know who I am!” He said swinging at her only to meet the lightsaber again, and again and again still she was back against the edge of the cliff looking at him, she knew he wouldn’t let her fall.

“Yes I do! I know who you really are, and this is not you!” She said, the rocks under her feet beginning to break, he used the force grabbing her and throwing her back onto the ground behind him, away from the edge. She groaned feeling the beskar cut into her skin, the rocks of the mountain cutting her cheek. She moved sitting up on her elbow as she looked back at him, her breathe shaky.

“You never knew me! I’m a monster (y/n)!”

“You are not a monster! You are just misguided!” She said standing up holding the lightsaber tightly. “What will you get from fighting me?”

“My daughter!” He said jumping at her, but she moved just in time to not get hit, but her hair did not make it, cutting it at the braid letting her hair fall around her face, cut just above her shoulder. Really looking like her old self, it all came back, she gave up on trying to defend herself. She struck him in the side and kicked him back.

“You really think the Resistance will let you have her after you kill her mother?!” Their weapons met again casting a purple glow to there faces. They pushed each other back and clashed again, fighting each other with the force of a thousand men.

“Let’s find out!” He said hitting her leg making her fall, but she rolled before he could get a final blow on her.

“Why do you stay with the First Order?!” She said standing up deflecting his attacks. He furrowed his brows at her question and she continues.

“Snoke is dead, you are the emperor, you could change the galaxy forever! Bring peace to it!” She said moving back again but he moved forward just as quick and there blades met again in front of there faces, inches apart looking each other in the eyes as the sizzle of the lightsabers echoed in there ears. “You could live without fear, you could live with your family, with Anaka...” she said. “Join me.” He pushed her back and she held her hand out. “Please, Ben.”

Her ungloved hand still shined with the engagement ring she wore, it was welcoming and he wanted to grab it, he did. But something stopped him.

His next move made her gasp. Just a slip of her armor and the pain shot threw her, she gripped his arm and looked into his eyes blinking as she felt the blood rush up threw her throat, burn at her insides. She started falling and he held her as her back met the stone ground of the mountain, of her homeland. She gripped his arm tightly looking up at him, the look in her teary eyes flipped a switch in him and the lightsaber that had founds into place in her stomach switched off and he dropped it to the ground.

“I— I loved you...” she said tears falling down her face, her lip quivered as she felt the life start to flow out of her.

Her blood covered his hands as it rested onto the wound, tears of his own joining hers. She was right, this wasn’t him, he would never kill her, he would never put her in so much pain, he loved her too, and now he’s ruined it, like everything, like the monster he was. Just as her life tethered on the edge of death, he used everything he could to hold her there, to bring her back, to save her and be able to love her one last time. Her eyes finally closed and it was like his heart stopped. His world was falling apart and it was all his fault.

“No...” he choked out threw a sob, bringing her head close to rest his. He cried over her as everything sunk in, the pain the torture he put her in, the life he brought into this world with her, just so he could take another away.

“Please, I’ll do it, I’ll be with you,” he chocked on his words as he whispered to her. “I’ll do anything.... just please....”

his hand moved to rest on her cheek pushing away the tears that had fallen there, he wasn’t sure if they were his or hers, but he knew they didn’t belong there. No tear should have ever grazed her beautiful face, no blood, no pain, just love and happiness, the feelings he took away from her. The feelings she’ll never feel again.

He widowed himself, and killed the mother to his child. Anaka had just turned 1 and she was motherless, and it was his fault. He didn’t deserve her, he didn’t deserve any of them. This should have been him laying there lifeless, it should have been him, but it’s always the kindest people who go first. He leaned down his lips grazing hers one last time.

It was gone, everything he ever had to live for, he knew after this he had no right to have Anaka, he had no right to love her after he covered his hands in the blood of her mother. He had no right to see her or hold her ever again. He was a monster, and she deserved better, she deserved the world, and he just took it away from her. Her chance at ever being normal or being loved by a good family, out the window, gone. She’d never be held by her mother again, never be able to ask for advice or learn to cook with her, or even to learn about the Mandalorians. She wouldn’t even remember her mother, or who she was. What an amazing women her mother was, how strong and kind, how powerful and independent.

He ruined her life.

But for (y/n) it was different then that, it was the feeling of never getting to hold her daughter again, never get to see Ben when they get married. She never got to give him the other children he wanted. But if this was the cost for a good world for her daughter, she’d give it up. She give up everything for Anaka to live in a peaceful world. If this is what it took to get Ben back, she’d do it, because Kylo is not the man she knew, father the name she called Ben. From the moment she met him he was not Kylo Ren, he was Ben Solo with a fake name. He was always to kind to her, so patient, so caring.

So loving

If anyone ever commented on her while she was out with Hux he would kill them later, just so no one would ever say anything about her ever again. He would stay up with her when he could, when he wasn’t to tired he’d make sure she was alright before he even thought about sleep. He would make people get her food that wasn’t available in the supremacy, he did everything for her. When Anaka was born he would stay up late with her so (y/n) could heal. He would take care of her when ever he could, he even tried cooking a few times but usually always ended up starting a fire. He was a god awful cook, but it was cute. He always tried. Because that was ben, not Kylo. Kylo was a monster, Ben was the caring man she loved, Ben was the amazing father she’d given a child to. Ben was the one who healed her.

Ben was the one who loved her.

Both of there worlds were ripped from them, until that shaky breathe sounded in his ear, starting his heart again. What was really 30 seconds felt like 30 years to both of them. He voice broke his heart, but gave him everything back, he moved looking at her face holding it in his hands.

“Ben...”

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[obsidianfr3sk]

Beginnings and Endings (Part 2)

@renegadesnet event 2: august of anarchy

↪ [The Artino Brothers]

Summary: In the beginning, it was just the two of them: David and Alec, the Artino Brothers. Then, they brought anarchy into the world. Now, David is not sure if there would be enough of themselves by the end of it. "Don't call me Alec anymore. Now I am Ace. Ace Anarchy."

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25686343/chapters/62997898

With this part ends my contribution to August of Anarchy:) I love participating and I hope we got more events in the future!! Writing David and Ace was painfully wonderful and I’m not saying I will write more fics about them someday... but I will lol I hope you like this chapter as much as you like the first one <3

Also i wrote this from my mom’s pc because my laptop is a little bitch and broke down and it’s fucking difficult to type on this keyboard like wtf this pc is old as fuck it has like 12 years do yall realize that if this pc was a child she would be having her first period??? but like my laptop has only three years and she fucking dead-

The finale of the ending

Age of Anarchy

Year 11

David had never left Tala's house feeling angry. Never. Tala never made him angry. How could he be mad at the kindest, funniest, and most talkative person who inhabited the entire galaxy? He could spend hours listening to her rants, reading old magazines with her, and laughing at her bad jokes. Her hair smelled like yeast and cherries. (David surely smelled like crap.)

Tala Ong made him wish the nights were eternal, but this time David was doing nothing but longing the day would come soon.

She knew very well they never spoke of his family, and she had dared to mention it anyway.

David entered the cathedral through the back door. He still had Tala's words inside his head.

“You can't let him tell you what to do, David. Don't you realize that he is only manipulating you? He's using you for his evil ends, David, because yes, that what they are, evil ends.”

Evil ends. How old was she, seven?

“You no longer depend on him. You are an adult, David. A very handsome, smart, and powerful adult. I've seen the things you can do with your powers, and it's… it's beautiful, David, it's very beautiful.”

Talanever wore jewelry. She said it contrasted a lot with the old clothes she wore all the time. However, when David made that bracelet for her on her birthday, Talaassured him she would always wear it. And up to that point, she had kept her promise.

“David, I like you. A lot, a lot, a lot. You honestly have no idea how much I like you. If it were up to me, we would spend the rest of our days together.” She walked over to him and put her hands on his chest. Talawas short, curvy, and her eyes were so beautiful... “You are special. And not because you're a prodigy, David, God no. You are special, but because you are you, David, and that is more than enough.”

And David was about to tell her the truth. Tell her that he also liked her very, very, very much and that he agreed to spend the rest of his days with her. But then, Tala caressed his cheek and whispered, “Ace won’t hurt you anymore.”

He pulled away from her with outrage burning him inside. 

Tala didn't know Ace as he did. She didn't know what she was talking about.

David entered the chapel where he slept. It was dark and small compared to other chapels in the cathedral, but he liked it. He reached out to turn on the light, and—

He froze. Ace was there, staring at the marble statue dedicated to the Holy Family. He lit a candle for them, murmuring some words in italian. Then he crossed himself. Nel nome del Padre, del Figlio e dello Spirito Santo.

When Ace prayed and David was in trouble, he couldn't tell if he was talking to the good Ace or the bad Ace. Both Ace were deeply devoted. 

But the bad Ace was scary when David did something he didn't like.

“Of all the sculptures in this cathedral, this must be one of my favorites, David,” Ace said without looking at him. “You know why?”

David could only ask, "Why, Ace?”

“Because it shows Jesus in his most vulnerable form,” he replied. “This child is— was the Savior of all mankind. He was the most powerful being on Earth, yet he loved and respected his family like any other mere mortal. And in that, we are alike.”

You are not God, Ace. Stop comparing yourself to him.

Ace turned around. He was wearing his helmet, but was on his pajamas. In another context, David would be laughing. “Where were you?” he asked.

“I was—”

“With Tala.”

There was no point lying to him. “Yes. With Tala.”

Ace leaned against a column. “And how is she? What's new?”

“Actually— we argued.”

“Did you argue? That’s terrible.”

If Tala had been there, she probably wouldn't have noticed the suffocating atmosphere. She would not have a cold sweat all over her body, nor would the blood have gone to her feet.

Because she was brave.

“You are brave, David!” she exclaimed trying to take his hand again. “You are as brave as—”

“As brave as you?” David asked, his face flushed with anger. “No, I am not! We both know I'm not! Forgive me for being a freaking disappointment to you!”

When he heard Tala's first sob, he was so scared, so sorry for his actions, that he ran. He left his crush crying, in the middle of the hot, starless night.

David was not brave. David was a coward.

“It is,” he whispered.

“Why did you argue?”

Because of you.

David leaned against the spine next to Ace, his hands in his pockets. “She likes me. A lot,” he replied.

Ace moved to lean on the same column as David. His clothes were infused with a smell of humidity and incense. It was familiar, sure, but it was never going to be as pleasant and comforting as Tala's. Never.

“And did she just say it like that?” he asked with a sly smile. “Wow. She must be crazy for you, David.”

He nudged him gently on the shoulder. David dared to smile.

He was talking to the good Ace.

“Yes, I thought we were just good friends,” David replied, throwing himself on his cot, “but the truth is that... I like her too.”

“Why?” Ace asked, laughing out loud.

“Why not?” David said with a shrug. “She is cute. And ingenious. Very funny.”

Ace sat next to him on the cot. “But she isn’t a prodigy,” he reminded him.

David rolled his eyes. “Are we going back to that? There is nothing wrong with it.”

“There's nothing wrong with just being friends, sure,” agreed his brother, “but when it comes to starting a family, it can be a problem.”

“No, no one is talking about starting a family,” David said. “I just think she's cute. That's it.”

“Don't lie to me, little nightmare," he whispered, "you know I don't like you lying to me.”

Ace stood up, blocking the light that was hitting David's face.

His smile disappeared. He was wrong. David was talking to the bad Ace.

Idiot. He should have known better.

“I’m aware you have a very strong attachment to her,” he told him. “I see it in your eyes every time you return from visiting her.”

“You notice when I arrive?” he muttered.

“Oh, all the time, David, all the time,” he replied with a nod. “You're so in love. But what tells you that she corresponds to your feelings with the same intensity?”

The cold sweat returned. “She told me,” he replied quietly. “She told me I was special.”

“Special?” Ace rolled his eyes. “David, women will say anything to seduce a man and get what they want out of him.”

“But I have nothing, Ace. What could she want from me?”

“You have nothing, that's right,” he agreed. “But we—” he threw the helmet at him violently, “—we have this.”

David's hands squeezed it. He hoped it exploded. Or burst into flames. Or both. “Your helmet?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“It is evident that she is working with the Renegades,” Ace explained. “They are probably the ones who gave her the idea of exactly what she had to say to make you believe her and fall in love.” He brushed a lock of hair from David’s face, with those long, cold fingers that gave him chills. That lock could never stay in place. “I don't blame you, little nightmare. You wouldn't be the first to fall for a pretty face.”

David fixed his gaze on the helmet. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph— he hated that freaking helmet.

“Why should she like you anyway? Why would such a pretty girl notice you if not for our power?”

Our power, Ace? Or your power?

David started to tear up. Was it because of his sadness? His anger? Or was it because of the pain he felt in his hands from crushing the helmet?

“The world is full of people who will tell even the vilest of lies just to get what they want,” Ace continued. The unruly lock covered her face again. Ace extended his hand slowly. “Believe me when I tell you that Tala is not so different from them.”

Tala could be many things. But if there was one thing David was sure of, it was that she was not a liar.

“No.”

Ace's hand stopped. “No?”

David stood up and tossed the helmet at Ace. “No! Talais not what you say. She's not a liar,” he exclaimed, pointing at his brother with his finger. “And do you know how I know that? Because I know her! I know her better than you ever will because I'm not obsessed with the idea of someone coming in and taking away the power I have! I am sure of how powerful I am. No one can take from me what is truly mine. Not even you.”

Ace put his helmet back on, and looked David up and down.

Crap.

Suddenly, a force lifted him off the ground and smashed David into a pillar. He stifled a groan of pain as Ace walked over to him, looking him in the eyes, and retaining David’s extremities with his powers.

He was going to kill him. He truly believed that he was going to kill him right there.

But Ace did not.

He tucked his younger brother's unruly lock back behind his ears.

His hands were still cold. But David was no longer afraid.

Ace sighed. “I'm just trying to protect you, my little nightmare.”

David had never felt so grossed out hearing his nickname. He hated it even more than he hated the helmet. Little nightmare. My little nightmare.

He could throw up just thinking about it.

Without him noticing at first, golden threads began to sprout from his fingertips, moving in strange directions. David wasn't even moving a single muscle. His brother clenched his jaw and frowned. A bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. He had never seen him having so much difficulty controlling his telekinesis. 

Then, he realized what was going on. Their powers were in a fight, neck to neck. And David's seemed to have a chance.

Finally, David's powers won out, and he fell to the ground on his feet. A little shaky, a little confused about what had just happened— but free.

“I can take care of myself, Alec,” he said. “And I'm not your little nightmare anymore.”

Without answering, Alec picked him up off the ground again. This time, David's powers did not come to his rescue. He levitated him all the way to the main entrance of the cathedral. With a wave of his hand, he opened the doors wide and threw him to the sidewalk with violence.

David fell backward. Dazed, he raised his head. His gaze was slightly blurred, but he could clearly see Alec was smiling at him.

Maliciously. Tenderly. With a terrifying mix of both.

“I know you'll come back. I will be waiting.”

As soon as the doors closed again, David stood up and walked away from the cathedral. Alec was wrong. He was never coming back.

The nightmare had come to an end.

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[50shadesofmittens]

So this is the previous Rapunzel-inspired thing, but edited. I decided not to put it on ao3, so you lot get it here. Enjoy.

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At the base of the silver Tower, on the back of a rented camel, one lone Custodian disguised as a mutant Tzeentch worshipper (read: wearing a paper-mache mask over his helmet and a T-shirt over his armor that proclaims “I <3 Change”) sat planning the next step of his daring assault.

Then a red lasso grabs him and yanks him up to the highest floor, in through a hole in the liquid-solid walls that closes as soon as the Custodian is deposited on the floors.

“Are you absolutely, completely, burn-your-soul-out, bugger-all to fuck-world and back insane?”

“Nice to see you too, Magnus.” The Custodian groaned as he got up from the floor.

“Do you realize what will happen if even a single daemon finds you here? I’ve found you here! Tzeentch has to know by now, and if you’re still here that means this is all one of his ‘plans.’ Probably to end with your humiliating death or corruption!”

“Was that a hair-lasso you grabbed me with?”

“Don’t change the subject! And yes, shapeshifting is the easiest spell for me to cast if I don’t want to be seen.” Magnus replied, his hair rapidly shortening back to its usual length. “Not that it works completely- there are some forces which can, if they/she/it/whatever the squid is right now choose so, can see everything I see. And since I’m on probation/house arrest, again, I’m being watched fairly closely right now.

“Which would be obvious to anyone or moderate intelligence who thought things through for more than thirty seconds, and I know you’re well beyond moderate intelligence, so we’re back to the ‘insane’ theory. Gods only know what disasters might’ve already been put in motion just from you coming here- and Gods knowing is exactly the problem.”

The Custodian sighed. “Rest assured, I do have a plan. A very… flexible one, yes, but I didn’t just come in, guns blazing. And if needs be I can throw it out the window and work with what I have to improvise. You know I can.”

Magnus shook his head. “That’s exactly what I’m worried about. This place, and everyone on it, belongs to the lord of plans- whatever you have in mind, he’s already well aware of. So if we’re going to get you off planet alive-”

“We’re not leaving the planet.” Magnus startled as the Custodian continued, “We’re staying here, and taking this planet out of the Warp.”

“And I’m now reverting to my original theory: you have gone completely mental.” Magnus barked out a laugh. “I should’ve known when you thought it was a good idea to come out here, alone, with just yourself and- was that a camel?”

“Right behind you.” Sure enough, the camel had followed its rider up the tower. This rider gave her many head-pats and good oat snacks. She liked head-pats.

“The fuck- how did that thing even get in here? Without exploding?”

“According to the sales pitch, she’s a specially commissioned used camel with warp-terrain capabilities and double-Primarch capacity.” The Custodian shrugged. “If that makes any sense to you then you understand her better than I do. I have no clue what she’s capable of.”

Magnus shook his head. “Never mind. The point is, you have to go, before whatever scheme you have in mind gets too complicated for me to pull you out.”

“And what if sending me away is the scheme? Hm?” The Custodian shrugged. “It’s not like you can prepare for every plan Tz- that one has. Weren’t you the one who decided that it was better to just work with what we had, than to think too hard about how to win?”

“That was a very different scenario. Besides which, I’m not trying to win- I’m just trying to get by. For now,” Magnus added hastily, “once I’m in a better position I can-”

“Stop. Just- before you tell me what your long-term goals, are tell me this: how do you plan to get into this ‘better position’ in the first place?”

“I’ll work with what I have, exactly what you yourself just said you planned to do!”

“So, what, Tzeentch mentions he wants this subsector conquered, you work on it, get further into his good graces, and just keep going until he’ll let you be free?” The Custodian shook his head. “We both know it’s not going to work like that.”

“I don’t expect my privileges to go that far. I just need enough leeway to make things… better.”

“You’re mixing your goals up. You’re planning too far ahead where you should be thinking about the now, and you make your immediate plans where you should be thinking about the long-term.”

“At least I’m doing something.” Magnus snapped. “Isn’t that enough? I used to just wait, wait, wait, planning every step and making every choice based on a thousand pre-existing factors, until I got too lost in my own head. You helped me break out of that- and I’m grateful, really, I am. I’m so, so glad I met you.

“But please,” and Magnus took the Custodian’s gauntlets into his own hands, “don’t destroy yourself trying to save me. You already have- in more ways than you’ll ever know. If I’m to live with the memories of you as my guide, don’t make one of those memories be your death. That’s not how I want to repay you.

“Go home, [R E D A C T E D]. The other Custodes need their Captain General, and the Imperium needs its leader. Don’t throw all that you’ve accomplished away. I’m not worth it.”

“I’d debate you on several of those points,” the Captain General said, “but for now, I’ll settle on this question: are your sons worth it? Are your people?”

“Don’t.” Magnus pulled away, and he turned away. “Don’t ask that. You don’t tell me to choose- between the one thing that’s led me to be someone I’m proud to be and the duty that I’ve only just really started to love again.”

“You love them?”

Magnus hesitated, but he nodded. “Ever since I got back, I keep seeing all the amazing things I knew before but kept missing or mistaking for something worse. ‘We humans have a peculiar ability to turn the worst, stupidest dystopian situation into stuff we can laugh grimly at, I appreciate that.’”

“Quote from the-nothing-maker, early second millennium assorted internet. Volume, Tumblr.” The Captain General said, “I read you that one.”

“You use my words against me, I use your quotes against you.” Magnus said, though there was no bite in his words. “You know, in the few times I haven’t been alone here, everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy. That you were tricking me into neglecting my kingdom so it’d fall into disarray, or were going to tell me to burn it all down so we could start over later.” Magnus sniffed. “It’s all rubbish. There might’ve been some downturns while I was gone, but the working infrastructure hasn’t exactly collapsed without me. Which is more than most daemon planets could say. Besides which, it’s not like I’ve been doing much governing since I got back.

“And when I see you again the first offer you make is to save the planet- though if you were a daemon or another Tz-“ The Captain General made a loud noise of protest to keep Magnus from saying the whole name, “-follower, I could believe that it’s some plan to destroy the planet, but… that’s not you. That’s the farthest thing from you. That’s why I- I can’t sit by while you’re destroyed.”

“That’s not-”

“No just-” Magnus swallowed hard and looked the Captain General in the eye. “Just listen to me. Please. Let me finish.

“It- it’s crazy but… if I died there would be another war, big fucking whoop it must be Tuesday, but… if you died, I think the galaxy would become a little colder. Because every time I look at you and try to decipher what sort of man you are, I find something wonderful there. Every time. And you can be petty, hypocritical, and cowardly, but even when you are those things that… kindness, that spark that makes you shine is still there. It doesn’t shine consistently, but it never vanishes completely. And… there’s nothing else I’ve seen or heard of in this galaxy that can match that. Not the Gods, not my Father, and certainly not me.”

“Magnus…” Against the speaker’s intentions, the word came out as a whisper.

“I know you still think, somewhere deep down, that you’re not worth it, or that you could be replaced. But I’m telling you, you can’t.”

“Magnus.” The Captain General said, louder now, but something scratchy in his voice as though he was holding back tears. “I didn’t come here to die. I know you think- that the place you’re in and the person you are makes it impossible to get out but- you keep forgetting one key thing, in the way it most counts. Who you are.

“You’re the person who saved hundreds of thousands of entire civilizations worth of culture and history- through negotiation and diplomacy, and just giving them respect. If it wasn’t you, someone else would’ve done it, and they wouldn’t have been anywhere near as kind. We both know by now that the kindest thing would’ve been to have left the galaxy alone, but that wasn’t gonna happen, so you made it happen your way. No matter what anyone else said, or did, or how they mocked you for it- you did what you thought was right. Just like in the Heresy, your sons were kept from the war because you fought back against the poison in your soul, and kept them as far from the madness as you could.

“You’ve done a lot of evil, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you otherwise and I’m never going to lie to you about that, but you’ve got a lot of drive to do good- and you’ve done a lot of good, over and over, from the moment you got the chance. What you did for me, during [REDACTED INCIDENT]

“[REDACTED INCIDENT]

“[REDACTED INC-] But you showed me that you want to go farther- and you are going farther, from the twisted paths that came before. You managed to hold out longer than any of your brothers (exceptmaybeMortarionI’mnotclearonthetimeline) when it came to corruption.”

“You...” Magnus said, with a small smile, “are the only person in the galaxy who truly believes that intentions have any value.”

“Maybe that’s because the galaxy doesn’t value people’s hearts enough. That life is so disposable nobody bothers trying to help the hurting. I think that’s bullshit. And Magnus, you stood up with me against the indecisive squid once before, and with your help I won. Now, I’m asking you to stand with me once again.

“Please.” The Captain General held out his hand, “trust me?”

And Magnus closed his eye, sighed deeply, shook his head, opened his eye, then reached out and took his hand. “Okay.” He said, voice breaking, “Okay. What must I do?”

#WIP #Abandoned WIP #my fic #tts

[burning-up-a-sun]

Phone-Boxes - Part 1.

Pairing: Tenth Doctor x Rose (Doctor Who). 

Word Count: 2981. 

Warnings: None, except bad writing and pretentiousness. 

For @b-a-s-i-c-b-i-t-c-h , a horribly late birthday gift x.(It was turning out to be like 20k words, so I’m posting this part first). 

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It was a truth widely recognised across the galaxy that the Doctor was not best alone. The TARDIS was a vast and empty place, and those who had been inside knew very well how lonely it could be, when all the life and laughter had gone away. People died when the Doctor grew despondent, galaxies collapsing when he turned his back. Everyone knew that. Everyone, that is, except for the Doctor himself.

A year after the Genesis Ark had opened and the breach in the universe had closed, nothing had changed at all. On Earth, the houses were rebuilt, the damage cleared away. The deaths had been mourned and forgotten about, and life went on as normal. The ghost shift became nothing more than a dark memory lingering on the thresholds of the mind, a scary story told to children to make them eat their vegetables and go to bed on time. There was no call for grievance now, and slowly but surely the world still turned the way it had before. To some it was as though nothing had ever happened at all.

To others, though, the day's events had marked the start of something long and terrible. The woman in the wedding dress, arriving late to her uneventful wedding to an uneventful man, who could have sworn she saw ten minutes ago a strange little phonebox that was a lot bigger on the inside than it was supposed to be.

Or, even worse, the man inside. The doctor's peace had been disturbed; he sent her on her way to the wedding, and promptly left again. Out to space, where things were so much quieter and he could not see a thing outside the TARDIS windows except for asteroids and stars, the kaleidoscopic blur of a passing planet that he pointedly ignored. The brightly-lit distress signals in the outer atmospheres were troubling, and he turned away when he saw them. He did not feel much like helping people anymore.

Eventually there came a place where the planets were few and far between, and there was no life in sight. He could not see as many stars, and the sky was inky black. When the lights went out entirely, he turned out the TARDIS' engine, and waited for the spinning to stop. And soon it did. When all the noise had died away and the lights inside turned out one by one, the TARDIS simply hung there, in the midst of all the nothingness and the darkness from the end of the universe. The Doctor had always loved the way the worlds were filled with colour and noise. Suddenly he liked the silence very much.

A century had passed by the time the systems failed. Rust crawling, thick, dark red, over the lights in the hallways and passages, and soon there was no light except for the dimly glowing core in the main chamber of the TARDIS. The Doctor sat and watched it flicker until even that died out. And then there was nothing at all. Time passed, the universe changed, the Doctor did not change at all.

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The sound of the phone ringing woke him up in the darkness.

Lying very still, the Doctor could tell first of all that the TARDIS had stopped moving. Carried on the silence, there came the sound of the wooden TARDIS walls scraping against rough stone. Fainter still, the hushing sound of dust rolling over barren land. He waited for the ringing to stop, a figment of his still half-dreaming mind. It did not.

After all those years before the Doomsday, he had got quite used to the sound. A phone call from a friend, or a distress call from a spaceship asking for his help. He was reaching out to pick it up when he remembered where he was, and when he was, too. His hands fell flat upon the cold metal floor of the TARDIS' main room. He had fallen asleep sitting in the narrow chairs; he must have fallen in the night. The ice that grew beneath him had spread into his bones.

On his hands and knees, the Doctor crawled to the TARDIS core and reached up for the phone handset, but the ringing was quieter here. It was coming from the doorway, or somewhere far beyond. He wanted to stand up and walk to the door, but his legs would not bear the weight. He was weaker; he was dying. He did not care so much about that, though. All things must come to an end, and he had been waiting for his for some time. Hoping for it, almost, because every time he closed his eyes he could see her standing there in her blue jumper, smiling at him with that great big smile that made both his hearts ache unbearably. In all the centuries lost in thought, he still had never found the words to say how much he loved her smile.

By the time he got out of the TARDIS, he had garnered the strength to kneel. The rocky surface was harsh and heather grey, the sharp shapes casting deep purple shadows all around him. The only structure he could see was the mirage of a red telephone box not far from him. The Doctor could not see it well, but he could tell the phone call came from there.

He came a little closer, expecting the mirage to shatter before him and fall away to dust. It remained unflinching, and when he could finally touch it, he found its red paint peeling and old but very much real. He must be dreaming, or dead.

The phone was still ringing, and he was still kneeling there, holding his breath and watching it. By all logic it should not have any power left to it. He could not say how long had passed since the planet had seen life, but it had been long enough for ice to creep around the edges of the rocks, a perfect silver spiderweb that crackled as he got to his feet weakly. He had never felt the cold like this before. Buttoning up his long brown coat, he stood in front of the phone panel and held the handset in both hands.

By now, the ringing should have stopped. He could not say how long it had been since he had woken up in the TARDIS, but it had not been seconds, or even minutes. The shrill persistence and the curious telephone box all aligned to make him wonder if this was some message of sorts. The call was for the Doctor, and it would keep ringing until he picked up. He wondered to whom he was this crucial. He almost did not want to know.

It was a famous title of his, or had been in his world-saving days, that he was fearless. And yet somehow the Doctor was very much afraid as he picked up the phone brought it to his ear. For a moment there was silence, an impossible waiting for something, anything, on the other end of the line. And then, through the million light-years in between:

"Hello? Hello, yes, who is this?"

The words came crackling down the line, broken and reedy as if any moment the phone line might give out, but there was nothing in the universe that could keep him from knowing her through and through, and he knew it was her now.

"Rose." he whispered, and his voice was hoarse and painful from centuries of disuse. In that moment he did not mind the pain so much, for the feeling of her name upon his lips was healing, the kindest, sweetest thing that he had ever known. He had not though that it was possible to miss someone this much.

"Doctor?" she sounded confused and formal, as though she did not know him well. He thought for a along time, but he could not understand it at all. "Your number was in my phone, I-"

"Rose." He said again, more to himself as the feelings came crashing down upon him in an agonising wave. His hands tightened around the phone, terrified that he would let it slip from him and he would not hear from her again. He was sure that he was dreaming, or that he was half-dead. He was lost in his own bliss, for he had never yet imagined that death would be so sweet. Now perhaps he might get to see her again, wherever she may be.

"Yeah? Did you put it there this morning when you were in my flat?"

She sounded out of breath, like she had just been running. He could not think where she could be. Or when she could be, for that matter. He had seen her flat before he had left, bedsheets left unmade. The pink bedroom walls looked sadder in his memory, for he had had to see them one last time when she could not.

The memory only made things worse, because it confirmed what he had already known. She could not be calling him. The Doctor knew that he was dead.  for he knew she was not calling him. He knew that she was dead.

"I'm sorry?" The Doctor's head was reeling with a hundred thousand insane thoughts - possibilities which were a hair's breadth from impossible. Most of him was still frozen in place as he tried desperately to adjust to the unexpected blow that Rose was here and she could hear him.

"You came over for the arm. This morning. Doctor are you alright?" Later on, she might have noticed that it was a little strange for the man who remembered eons to forget a single day. She did not seem to notice it now. He wondered when she must be, for she did not seem to know him at all.

He cleared his throat and got his thoughts back into order. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

"You don't half sound strange." but she said no more about it.

She didn't think to question it too much, or didn't know enough to ask. The Rose he knew had been like this, once. When he had only just met her. It was a strange thought, after all this time had passed them by. Passed him by, at least - something in the way she spoke made it seem like no time had passed at all since then, for her. Another strange thought, and one he tried not to think too much about. Time was tricky, but even time wasn't that complex.

"I'm fine. I... missed you, that's all." he muttered. He wasn't sure which version of Rose he was talking to, but he thought she ought to know. Partly he just wanted to say it out loud, because he had not stopped thinking of how much he missed her since he had lost her, back on Earth.

The phone line crackled for a second or two, as Rose laughed nervously. "Calm down, only saw me twenty minutes ago."

The doctor's hand stopped, and he was pretty sure both of his hearts did too. Twenty minutes. He looked out of the glass panels on either side of him: darkness, the faintly bluish light of some distant constellation. He was not on Earth at all; in fact, he was nowhere near.

"Twenty minutes?" he murmured, but mostly to himself.

"Sorry, eighteen and a half if you want me to really split the second."

"What?" He rubbed his eyes tiredly.

When he closed his eyes, he could still see in front of him the way she looked when she was standing on the beach. The autons felt close enough to be happening right now, but at the same time they felt like another life entirely. Outside, the blue light pulsed and eddied in an electric stream of light. A harsh line, as though the light was tearing through the universe itself, whatever it were made of. A rift. He could not help but wonder if the rift and Rose were somehow connected.

"We... got rid of the plastic arm from that thing in the warehouse yesterday. Went for a walk in the park. You said something about feeling the world spinning. And then bang, off you go in some phonebox and I just found your number in my phone!" she did not sound too panicky, but she sounded incredulous. She had been, that first day.

When he thought back on the blissful months that followed, he remembered how she had never really seemed to lose the amazement of the first time, the sparkle in those dazzlingly blue eyes. She had wanted to see everything in the universe, and he wanted to take her with him to see all the things he saw. Tragic, then, the way that things turned out.

"We did, didn't we." and for the first time since all of this began, the doctor smiled to himself.

Her voice was a little softer the next time that she spoke. "Still don't know what you were talking about, mind."

"Beg your pardon?"

"You said all those things. You said that we were falling through space. You said that was who you were. I don't understand it at all." the words were trailing off to a mumble down the line, barely audible, and he knew that she was thinking deeply about what she said he had told her. "Doctor, what did you mean?"

A moment's pause - he waited. He tried to think of something to say. He knew what he had been saying to her. He had been trying to cut her off then and there, to stop her coming after him; but all of a sudden that was the worst thing he could think of. He had been without her for long enough, and he could not bear to think of her going away again. In a kinder time she had promised him that she would follow him wherever. He missed that blind hope more than anything.

But then again, the Doctor knew that he could spare her pain, could tell her to leave him now and never have the kind of life that would leave her amazed but leave her dead eventually. He could save just one more life, the most important life in the universe. When he closed his eyes tight, he could see the shop and how she'd work there when it was rebuilt. Rose in her wedding dress. Rose with her children. Rose in hospital, fragile and old. But he did not need to close his eyes to see what Rose looked like dead. Either way, he would hurt her. But he was selfish, and he was in love. He could not bring himself to say the words to send his Rose away.

"I... I don't know, Rose. I think I might have forgotten now." he blinked and looked out of the window at the eternal sea of starless sky, the rift that tore through space itself, and he tried not to think about the bad things he had done to her. Tried to make himself unaware that he was doing them all over again now. His hearts, both of them, were all but filled with acrid guilt.

"Oh. Doesn't matter much though, does it." and that was that - the moment passed and her voice was hers again. He was glad that she had not asked him what all his pauses meant - a later Rose would have wanted to know, and he would not have known what to say. It was all okay though - he forgave her, a thousand years too late. Forgiveness. He was getting better at that, lately.

"No, maybe not."

The phone line rustled, and he could hear her breathing heavily. The sound of stairs, the doorbell ringing. Centuries ago. Galaxies away. The emptiness down the phone line haunted him like the sounds of ghosts moving down the TARDIS corridors when all the power had gone out. The sounds of life, by now all dead. He almost hung up the phone. He didn't, just in case this was the last time he would hear her voice.

"Look, I've really got to go, I told my boyfriend I'd be round and we'd get pizza and- and I'm not entirely sure why I just told you all that, actually." she laughed. He knew it was over, and that she was about to hang up on him.

"Rose." he said quickly.

"Yeah?"

He was struck then with the sudden urge to give her some kind of sign. Some warning of what she would become, or rather what would happen to her. He wanted to help her, but he didn't know how. Saving her would tear apart the universe, or what was left of it, and it would not change the fact that he was just a lonely man drifting, alone, through space. He could not save her the first time and he could not save anyone now.

He loved her more than anyone, more than his own good. But she had time, not a lot but time all the same, and she would hear everything he had to tell her in her own time. Or else she would learn it the hard way, and even he could not rob her of something as important as that.

"See you around." he said at last.

A minute passed in silence, and then the phone line cracked and went dead. A handful of twenty pence coins rattled and fell into the receptor below the handset, silver and shiny and new. He had not expected to get his money back, especially because he had not paid. All the way back to the TARDIS, standing steadily upright now, he clenched the coins tightly in his fist. They were his only evidence that Rose had called at all.

Sitting on the TARDIS' doorstep, the Doctor pushed off the planet's edge with his legs. With a low, wooden shudder that shook through him and his spaceship alike, the TARDIS drifted away into space. 

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[cecilspeaks]

154 - The Heist, part 2

You have orbited the sun. You have been to the Milky Way galaxy. You have seen the moon. You are an astronaut. Welcome to Night Vale.

The Sheriff’s Secret Police announced today that they have no new leads into the ongoing investigation of the robbery at the Last Bank of Night Vale. The three people who stormed into the bank, held the staff and single customer at gunpoint, but did not at first even ask for any cash from the registers’ drawers. And yet in only a few minutes, and with no damage to or forced entry into the vault, they had managed to steal millions of dollars from it. Sheriff Sam described the details of the robbery as follows. 

The robbers entered the bank repeatedly shouting “This is a robbery” and waving their guns around. After a minute or so, teller Genevieve Daly finally asked: “Do you want me to give you money?” “Um, yes,” the robbers decided. “We want you to give us money.” “How much money?” Genevieve asked. “How much do you have?” the robbers replied. Genevieve then had to count the money in her till, which took a while, because bank protocol requires that tellers count the money multiple times, until the total amount matches twice in a row. But on her second count, Genevieve was two dollars off from her first, so she had to start over. “Hang on,” she told the masked intruders, “gotta do it again.” “No worries, the robbers said, truly looking like they were not worried. Customer Joel Eisenberg, who had dropped face down on the floor the moment guns were drawn, immediately handed over his wallet to the robbers. “What’s this for?” the robbers asked Joel. “You’re robbers, aren’t you?” Joel said, careful not to look directly into their eyes. “I’m giving you my money, not trouble.” “Cool, cool,” the robbers said without looking in the wallet. Genevieve’s manager, Susan Willman, stood behind her new employee nervously explaning to the thieves, “I don’t have access to the vault. I-I-I don’t know the combination.” “That’s fine,” the robbers said. The security guard on duty that day and every day for the last 50 years was Jesse McNeil. Jesse does not carry a gun, so he couldn’t intervene, but he has always been known for his friendly charm and grace. He tried the old “kill them with kindness” approach by complimenting the fine work the robbers were doing. “I understand you’re robbing our bank,” Jesse said. The robbers cooed and said, “What a nice thing to say, old man, thank you.” “You can’t tell because we are wearing plastic masks of former US presidents,” said the robber with the face of Richard Nixon, “but we are blushing, kind sir.” Within minutes, the Sheriff’s Secret Police had arrived. “Who called the police?” the robbers asked, but without urgency, as if it was the first table read of a pilot TV script. “I did not,” Susan and Genevieve said at the same time. “I left my phone in my car,” Joel said from the floor. “I am sitting in a chair by the door,” Jesse said and the robbers guffawed at the audacity of this old man, so highly complimenting himself. “Well we have to take hostages now,” the robber said and soon, the police had entered the bank. There was a brief shootout with no injuries, and the robbers were apprehended and the hostages freed shortly thereafter. There was also a fire that engulfed the front of the bank, which helped their efforts to arrest the perpetrators, but police do not understand how it started. They believed it was a diversion, during which time the criminals were able to empty the vault. But they have no leads yet on where this money was taken or how they got into the vault. 

The only other person in the bank that day was vice president Steve Carlsberg, who was not taken hostage, because he had accidentally locked himself in his office. Oh, Steve. Steve said that he eventually kicked his door open, breaking his foot in the process. Oh, Steve! He got free, but only after the criminals had been arrested and the fire extinguished.

None of the three robbers is talking to the police, even after their HBO privileges were taken away from them, so the sheriff is asking anyone in Night Vale with information about this heist to contact him immediately. You can do this by calling the Sheriff’s Secret Police secret tip line, which can be reached by just speaking aloud. They are one of the several organizations that have universal access to your phone’s mic and camera.

I talked to Carlos today. He’s been running his experiments over at my sister Abby’s new house, in an old storage shed out back because, well his laboratory is under renovations and he was making such a huge mess over here with all of his chemicals staining everything. Abby is, of course, married to Steve Carlsberg who is home from the hospital with the cast on his foot. Carlos told me Steve is fine. He is having a hard time adjusting to crutches and he’s still shaken by the whole experience. But he’s focused on rebuilding the bank and getting everyone back to work. He’s been inviting his employees over for lunch this week, to keep everyone on task for reopening the bank, and to treat them to his famous medium rare rosemary chicken recipe.

Carlos said he had met Susan Willman several times before. “She’s delightful,” Carlos said, which I’m sure I misread. He’s also met Jesse before too. “Oh, he’s always over there, real nice guy,” Carlos said. “He once told me, ‘you’re a scientist’, and it was the kindest thing anyone’s ever said to me. So I showed him my lab and just talked his ear off about my doorless fridge project. Jesse got so excited he had to leave after only 15 minutes.” Carlos said that since the robbery, though, Jesse has not looked as cheerful or healthy. Jesse looks sick, like he’s nauseated.

Carlos said he joined the crew for lunch today and cheered them all up with funny stories about science, but he’s taking a break from his experiments and should be home early today. Carlos ran out of the chemicals he needed to continue his work, and has to wait a few more days to get more. “I thought I has plenty of it,” Carlos said, “I calculated exactly how much I needed, but it wasn’t near enough. Well, this is why I studied science instead of math. “Anyway, Steve’s going to be fine,” Carlos said. “I love you.” And I said, “I love you too.” You might think that last part wasn’t necessary for the news story, but it was. Love is the most important news story.

The Sheriff’s Secret Police have announced a breakthrough in their bank robbery investigation. They’ve been interviewing witnesses and combing through their notes and evidence, and they think they have figured out exactly what happened at the bank. They’re planning a full report later today. They had the report ready to go now, but right when they started the press conference, they realized that they probably should make an arrest first, and also because in their excitement to make this announcement, every single person on the police force showed up, leaving the abandoned mine shaft where they keep prisoners unattended, which is probably fine because the cells are all completely locked, but - wow, you never know, right? Better safe than sorry. “Hoo wee,” the representative from the Secret Police said, “We really should go check on that jail. My bad!”

And now a word from our sponsors. Today’s show is brought to you by Budweiser. Have you ever wondered about that house at the end of your street, the one with the windows boarded up? The one that does ever receive sunshine? The one with the incongruous Victorian architecture in your otherwise ranch style tract home suburb? Have you ever dared your friends to spend a night in that house? And they did it, because they don’t like being called weak, and then they re-emerged the next day completely normal as if nothing had happened, only something did happen? Like you couldn’t tell at first because your friend was like, “It was just a house, totally boring”, but you started noticing weird things in their behavior, like they suddenly were fluent in Romanian and they would whisper it to someone you could not see? And then there was that time your friend laughed for 10 straight minutes, and you did not know why, never learned why, and when they finished laughing, all of the trees in your neighborhood were dead? Well, we here at Budweiser know exactly what made your friend laugh, and we know what happened in the house that night. And some day, you will know it. but not today. No, not today. Budweiser: Be glad today is not the day.

The bank robbery earlier this month has understandably shaken customer confidence. So vice president of the Last Bank of Night Vale, Steve Carlsberg, has called a press conference to address public concerns over the security of their bank accounts and investments. Here’s Steve’s statement.

Steve Carlsberg: First I wanna say thank you to all of my valiant and valuable employees. They faced down danger, and without their bravery, we might all be much less fortunate. To Susan Willman, my dear friend: thank you for your leadership under such duress. To Genevieve, our newest employee: you deserve the quickest raise we’ve ever given out, and I promise it won’t always be like this. And to Jesse: you protected our bank for nearly 50 years, and your training finally paid off. Thank you for your service to our safety. And Joel Eisenberg, our lone customer, who stared down those monsters and did not give an inch: to you I say thank you.

I want the people of Night Vale and the customers of the Last Bank to know that we have your security in mind. We are cooperating with the Secret Police, and while this crime is not completely resolved, no customer has lost a single dollar of their savings. We are well insured, and I guarantee you [muffled] all protections are in place.

Cecil: But while Steve Carlsberg was talking, the Sheriff’s Secret Police returned to finish their announcement from earlier.

Steve: Wait, I’m not done yet!

Cecil: Seeing that Steve had claimed the podium in their disorganized absence, the Secret Police had to stand at the back of the room and wait impatiently. Their feet tapping, arms folded, each of them exhaling deeply and intermittently, one of them groaning aloud, “Is he done yet? Ugh.”

Steve: OK, yes, but…

Cecil: One of them staring demonstrably at the clock.

Steve: ..I signed up for this time slot at the podium and no one was here when I arrived, so I’d like to finish. [pause] Are we good? OK, fantastic. So uh, where was I? Oh, I was trapped in my office! I regret that I was not standing with my brave staff during this terrible event, but see, I think someone barred my door to prevent me from coming out there, really letting those robbers have it! I’m a nice guy, but not when my family is in danger. And these people, Genevieve, Susan, Jesse – they are my family. Joel and every other bank customer is my family, and I would do anything, anything, to protect them if they were threatened.

Cecil: Just then, the Secret Police – did you know that a group of police officers is called an obstinency of cops? [ahem] Marched to the podium declaring: “Four o’clock, your time’s up.” Two officers grabbed the mic shouting “Dibs” simultaneously, and then had to play rock, paper, water torture to see who got to speak.

Steve: Hey, hey watch it buddy! I-I-I mean officer. Sorry, uh…

Cecil: The police then announced they had in fact left all of the cells at the abandoned mine shaft locked earlier today, but somehow the three bank robbers escaped. Their cell was still locked and no tunnels or holes were found, yet the three were completely gone. “Dang it,” the police spokesperson said. “The important thing is we tried our best. Anyway,” they continued, “we’re proud to say that we have made an important breakthrough in the bank heist case. We have made a new arrest of the person we believe responsible of the theft at the Last Bank of Night Vale.

Steve: Oo, that’s great!

Cecil: The police then turned to Steve Carlsberg and said: “We have arrested our prime suspect in this conspiracy: Steve Carlsberg.”

Steve: What?

Cecil: The police handcuffed Steve. Oh, Steve…

Steve: No! (--) I didn’t (--) [yelping, inaudible]

Cecil: And led him outside to the back of a squad car. Listeners, I-I-I, I wish I could tell you I’m happy that the police think they have solved this bank robbery, but I cannot tell you that, this is not right. Steve would never. [sighs] While I sit with my feelings, you will sit With the weather.

[“Only One Star” by Ann https://soundcloud.com/carlitta-ann]

Sheriff Sam talked to reporters. These reporters were confused and angry, upset that such a good man, their brother-in-law in fact, could be confused for a master criminals. The Sheriff said the robbery of the bank vault required inside knowledge, someone who worked at the bank, someone who knew the combination of the vault, and could get the money without any damage to the vault, walls or door. Steve is the only employee present who knew the combination. The frustrated, enraged reporters then asked what happened to the money. If Steve stole the money, as they said, surely the police must have recovered it. Sheriff Sam said it’s clear the money has been spent on luxury. The suspect, Steve Carlsberg, bought a brand new house with a storage shed even, the most obvious symbol of opulence. “But he closed on that house weeks ago,” the infuriated reporters stated. “How could he have paid for something before he had the money?” The Sheriff then held up a life-sized promotional cardboard cutout featuring the text “Great mortgage rates are inside of you”. The Sheriff said: “He used something called a mortgage, and elaborate financial scheme where you don’t have to pay until later, a brilliant and evil ploy for bank robbers.” “Mortgages are normal, I have a mortgage,” the displeased reporters responded. “Maybe you’ll be arrested next,” the Sheriff spat. “Also, Steve Carlsberg bought a fancy car for his daughter. He even upgraded the vehicle with hand controls for braking and acceleration. We could tell right there we was flaunting his stolen wealth.” “She’s in a wheelchair,” the disgusted reporters snapped back. “Those controls are necessary and standard.” The Sheriff shrugged and said: “You say tomato, I say criminal.” And with that, they stepped away, smug in their arrest of this innocent man.

I didn’t know what to do, so I called Carlos. He said he was coming home early today, but I haven’t seen him yet. He didn’t answer his phone, so I called my sister Abby. She was understandable upset about her husband’s arrest. I told her I would do everything in my power as an investigative journalist to vindicate Steve, even if it means starting a podcast. She sighed and said: “I know.” When I asked if Carlos was still at her house, she said: “He’s gone.” “Oh good. I’ll see him soon then,” I replied. “No,” Abby said, “You won’t. the police were just here questioning me and Janice. Then they took Carlos with them to the station. They said they’re not done with their investigation.

Listener, stay tuned next for a song and language you have never heard, written in a key not on any scale, played in a time signature that changes with each measure.

Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: The gum you like is out of style again.

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[peterpumpkinparker]

One Letter- Peter Parker x Reader

@barnes-parker: i hope you’re still up for requests! peter parker x avenger!reader where he comforts reader after seeing her father figure, steve rogers, staying in the past and when he comes out of the time heist, he’s already old. thank u!

Ohhh I like this! This is very angsty for me to write-and kinda hard for me cause I haven’t watched Endgame yet 😬 but I hope you enjoy!

Warning: angst, mentions of dark past

Word Count: 1500+

Requested: Yes

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Even though you understood why Captain America decided to go back into the past, you can’t help but feel hurt. Until Peter comes to comfort you, with a letter from Cap himself

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Every Time you cried now, you cried because of him. Because of what he did, and what he didn’t do.

Why didn’t he tell you?

Why couldn’t he had at least asked if maybe-maybe you weren’t ready to lose him?

The tears raced down your cheeks, raking your body with waves of sorrow and pain.

Tears made you remember everything you went through- all the pent up emotions you held in until you could finally be comfortable enough to share them.

All the trauma, the endless pain- being Bucky's right-hand man when he was a slave himself didn’t leave a good taste in your mouth, nor happy memories.

When Cap rescued Bucky, he was unsure if he could take you- you were angry, revengeful, and full of emotions you didn’t know how to deal with. But he took you anyway, knowing how much you meant to Bucky and he couldn’t let himself leave you to the horror you have been enduring for so long.

You had begun to get close to the Avengers after that, being the one staying with them at their headquarters.

All of them had been kind to you, understanding what you had gone through. Natasha was the kindest out of all of them, understanding what is was like to be just a weapon, but Cap was the most supportive. He was there when you needed him, and when you didn't. He didn’t see as a burden, or just a broken girl, but a good person who just had a dark past. He was there when nightmares came, when you first got out all the gruesome stories of what you had gone through, even when you just needed a hug.

But now, that was all gone- you were never getting him back.

When you first saw him as an old man, you could barely recognize him. But the authoritative voice and blue eyes

made you realize who he was.

You understood why he did it- it was his calling, his era. He was never supposed to live it this time period. Deep down, you knew that he felt he just didn’t belong. But it still hurt.

A soft knock could be heard from your door, the raps aggravating the headache you had gotten from crying. You rolled out of your cocoon of blankets, rubbing your eyes of the tears.

“Who is it?” You rasped out of your dry throat.

“It-it’s Peter,” Peter stated concerned, his ear close to the steel of the door. He had been hearing you cry, wanting to make you feel better after the shock you had just gone through, but didn’t know how to approach you.

“I-just...wanted to see if you were okay,” he called out, waiting for your reply.

You swung open the door, your eyes read and hair a mess, not caring how you looked in front of him.

“What do you think?” You retorted, giving him a stern stare. When you felt vulnerable, your initial reaction is to bring up a wall. It was a bad habit, but right now, you didn’t feel like trying to be something you weren’t. You were broken and you felt it.

You sat back on your bed letting Peter walk in. He didn’t like seeing you like this, hurt and in pain.

He knew you had been through a lot, and even through all of that, he still liked you for more than just a friend- because he knew you were more than the pain you had been through. But when things like this happen, it’s hard to bring out that girl he knew and loved.

Peter swallowed, the nerves coming to him. He shuffled through his pocket, holding a white envelope. “I uh.. I have something for you.” You looked up, reaching for the envelope. “Something from-“

“Steve, isn’t it?” You interrupted, noticing the handwriting immediately.

Peter gave you tight lipped nod.

You gave a sarcastic laugh, hating how typical Steve was, how you knew exactly how he thought. You shook your head, the tears brimming on your lids.

“He was like a father to me,” you whispered, your voice bobbing.

“He was the closest thing I had to one-and now he’s gone.”

Peter gingerly sat down next to you, not wanting you to feel like he was pushing in on your space.

“He’s still alive though, y/n- at least he’s still here.”

Peter was dealing with a lot of stuff too, and he knew what it felt like to lose a father figure.

“I know,” you sighed, guilt growing in your stomach, “I know it shouldn’t matter, I shouldn’t be selfish about this or even care, but-“ you rubbed your hands through your hair,trying to find the right words.

“It’s just not going to be the same.” You looked up at Peter sadly, your eyes bright with tears.

“I just want to know,” you asked looking down at your hands. “if he knows how much I cared for him. Maybe if I had told him how much he meant to me he wouldn’t have felt like he needed to leave and-“

“Y/n,” Peter interrupted, shaking his head at what you were saying, “you couldn’t have done anything to stop him- and there was nothing you did that caused it. He grabbed your hand, his thumb rubbing against your skin.

“This isn’t your fault.”

“It feels like my fault-my walls are up all the time Peter,” you let out, all the things you knew were true about yourself but never wanted to say, “maybe he just never cared for me like I cared for him.”

Peter looked down at the envelope, knowing that everything you were saying was a lie. He knew Cap loved you like a daughter, and that he would do anything for you.

He sighed, placing the envelope back in your hand.

“Well-There’s only one way to find out.”

You opened the envelope gingerly, as if it would explode in your hand. You hands shook, scared to read what was inside. You opened the crisp edges of the paper, your eyes beginning to drink up each word.

Peter was slightly mad at Cap for leaving you- he knew what it was like to keep having the universe taunt you. Give you what you want and rip it from you. And in both of your cases, it was a father. You never had one, and Peter had too many taken from him. He would never want you to go through that pain, and here you were experiencing it first hand.

You finished reading it, all your insecurities being proven false. He wrote everything, how he always saw you as a daughter, how he was sorry he had to do this to you, and that he was proud of you and that he was certain you would turn into someone that the world would be proud of too. And for some reason, all this made the hurt 10 times worse.

You began to cry again, but this time, a smile on your face.

You looked up at Peter, tears coming down your face. “He-he loves me-But it hurts more..” You said, your heart confused and released but full of pain, as Peter pulled you into a hug.

“You’re gonna be okay,” Peter reassured as you grabbed onto the back of his shirt, your body shaking. “You’re gonna be okay.”

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