#idk if they have an “official” ship name but I'm just running with what I've been calling it in my head lol

[deityoftherain]

her beloved immortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic

Rating: Teen

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 1,173

Summary: Katherine and Lizzie are hanging out in Katherine's room, creating bracelets and loving each other dearly. As they talk, Lizzie reveals a large part of their shared past...

[Deleted Scene/Alternate Ending to "her beloved mortal" that I ended up not using]

This was written for @belovedgamers as a treat through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange!

Here's the Tumblr post for the original: https://www.tumblr.com/deityoftherain/754681162396532736/her-beloved-mortal-katherinelizzie-empires-s1

If you like it, please consider reblogging, kudosing/liking, and/or commenting :D

Katherine never thought of her life as dull or unfulfilling before, but, ever since Lizzie entered it, she has felt so genuinely blissful. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Waking up every day knowing that Lizzie was never too far away made her stomach flutter pleasantly with butterflies and her face warm like a candle’s flame.

It was stereotypical, sure, but Katherine already had countless sketches of possible dress designs for their own wedding, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t written their names together with a heart countless times on her journal’s pages. Every moment Katherine spent with Lizzie, the more she fell head over heels for her. Katherine was sure Lizzie felt the same.

The two women sat criss-crossed on Katherine’s bed as Lizzie taught Katherine various ways to make bracelets. Katherine had known some basic techniques growing up, sure, but never to this level and certainly not with these techniques.

It has only been a few months since they met, but Katherine felt right at home with Lizzie. It was like they knew each other for lifetimes. They exchanged much about themselves, sure, but the way they acted suggested that their knowledge about the other ran much deeper than what they would have gathered in these months.

In addition to Katherine’s work as a seamstress, she also had a passion for making plushies. The plushies were more for fun or to donate to children in need than they were for money, but Katherine found great pleasure in making them. Katherine wanted to make Lizzie a plushie, but she only briefly wondered what sort of plushie she should make. It just came to her that Lizzie would be ecstatic with an axolotl plushie, though she had this innate gut feeling that Lizzie would love whatever she made either way. Katherine could almost hear her reaction as if it were a memory.

“Look at you go!” Lizzie clapped her hands together as she cheered, proud of Katherine successfully getting down the technique. “Aw, it turned out so cute!”

Katherine beamed under Lizzie’s praise, unable to hold back her smile even if she tried. “I just had a good teacher.”

“Nonsense,” Lizzie dismissed. “You are very talented in the art of the craft, always have been. You can do anything you put your mind to. Your creativity is one of the things I love about you.”

That was another thing. Lizzie always talked like they’ve known each other for a long time. It often felt that way to Katherine as well, but, in actuality, it had only been a few months. Granted, they spent a majority of their free time together during those months, but still.

“‘Always have been,’” Katherine repeated, with a slight tilt of her head. She had to admit, she was curious why they felt so natural together. It made her mind wander to several different possibilities, unsure what would be considered too insane and unrealistic. Magic wasn’t her strong suit, but it did exist. Technically, anything was possible to certain limits. “We haven’t known each other very long, yet you talk like you’ve always known me. Tell me, have we met before and I don’t remember? Do you believe I have some sort of childhood amnesia?”

Lizzie’s lip darted out briefly to wet her lips as she thought of what to say. “I wanted to tell you the truth, but I was worried it was too soon. I didn’t want to scare you off.” “You won’t scare me off,” Katherine promised, scooting closer to Lizzie so she could set her hand over Lizzie’s.

Katherine knew she shouldn’t let herself promise such a thing, but something within Katherine knew Lizzie would never hurt her. It wasn’t a hunch or a suspicion, but a fact that her mind was positive of. It was so infused with truth that Katherine couldn’t even think of denying its validity.

Lizzie turned her hand around so their fingers could intertwine with one another. She brought Katherine’s hand up to her lips to press a kiss to her knuckles. “Katherine, you are my soulmate in each of your lives. I knew the moment I saw you at Gem and Pearl’s wedding that I had found you again.”

Katherine’s eyes widened in surprise, but she didn’t pull away. If someone else told her this, she may have called them crazy and told them to stop messing with her, but, from Lizzie, it made sense like it was a typical and normal thing. “Each of my lives? What about yours?” “I’m immortal,” Lizzie admitted. “I was once mortal, we both were in our first life together. At least, I believe I was. You were dying in my arms and my grief was great. Something inside me seemed to unlock. I had power pumping through my veins that I was unaware of before. Our souls yearned to stay together, and so they did. Even as I was accepted among the ranks of the gods, I could feel a pull toward you. Once I realized your soul reincarnated, I made it my mission to seek you out in each life. Falling in love with you over and over again is my reason for continuing on. I never get bored with you by my side.” Katherine didn’t speak for several moments, needing time to process what she was being told. Lizzie’s words were genuine, she knew that much, but it was a lot to unpack. Still, Katherine had never been one to dismiss the idea of love outlasting lifetimes and other fantastical ideas.

She used her freehand to cup Lizzie’s face, looking into her eyes as her heart fluttered with warmth and love. “I believe you.”

“You always do.” Lizzie leaned into Katherine’s hand, seemingly melting into it. “And you have no idea how happy that makes me.” “I may not know everything, but what we have is too otherworldly and true to deny.” Katherine directed her cupped hand to tuck some of Lizzie’s pink hair behind her ear fin. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie.

Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.

Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. She climbed into her lap, legs wrapping around Lizzie’s torso. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close and they were going to take full advantage of it…

[cleo-c-art]

Excalibur update!

Small repost because I just finished another session, girls are officially together for good!

Idk if I've mentioned it before, but Stonearm and Aitha's ship name is Excalibur because of a joke another player made. When Aitha still had her sword arm instead of a robotic one, they said "hey! Stonearm and Swordarm! It's like the Sword in the Stone!" Then everyone went "sword *in* the stone 😏😏😏😏" so it stuck

They talked about their relationship problems and Aitha running away (in a room full of the rest of the party and like 50 nerds, after a while they both switched to Gnomish) at a very inopportune and unplanned time, but Aitha said she was sorry and Stonearm said she wasn't mad and that she understood, she just wanted to make the decision (about what they were doing) together. Aitha said she couldn't make Stonearm leave the party because her mission was important, and Stonearm said that Aitha wouldn't be making her do anything, if she left it'd be because she wanted to. Hearing that, Aitha said that if Stonearm would decide what she needed to do, she was saying she wanted to be with Stonearm and for her to leave with her. Stonearm got sidetracked and cleared up that they could return to their home city eventually and that Aitha wanted kids, because they had never spoken about it, and Aitha said she wanted kids and that she'd be okay wherever as long as it was an adventure (but them being together has never not been exciting, it wasn't a hard promise for Stonearm to make.) They compromised that after Stonearm helped the party with their current mission (hopefully a day, tops) she would give Aitha an answer. Either way, they know that they want to be together and will make it happen when everything is said and done, and they agree on their future.

I'm really happy with that! Stressed out of my mind that I have to decide now, but happy that everything will end up okay between them. I want to give them their happy ending now and I love Aitha so much I just want to go with her, but I also want to keep playing Stonearm. If Stonearm decides to stay with the party, they agreed to go steal sending stones together so they can talk everyday. Plus, committing crimes for old times sake would be fun. I also think Stonearm will propose to her if they have to part ways for a while, she already has the ring

[todayisafridaynight]

Wait... you know Hetalia???!!!

I love Hetalia and I'm forever thankful that I was never exposed/encountered the bad side of it, especially since I've been in the Hetalia fandom for a long time. It does make me feel sad that whenever I bring up Hetalia, it's the bad side people only know 😔.

I still follow Himaruya's post (comic strips), if there's a new season, new character song, new theme song, drama cds, new musical, and merch. Atm, I have a mochi England plushie (it's the only one available) and a hetalia jacket. (I'm poor).

I fell inlove with history (I now love historical (even war) movies and known as the weird but smart/nerd and quiet student 🤣😅) and came to appreciate languages and culture of other countries, really fascinating. I also became a yearly viewer of Eurovision 😅. Some songs are in my playlist.

I love the characters cause despite them being based on stereotypes, you can see that they have their own distinct personality. Also the fact that they have human names, it really helps prevent people from thinking I'm crazy XD.

For anyone wondering (since I saw some anons who didn't know about it), Hetalia is a comedy/satire show/comic starring the personification of countries. Every epsiode is only 5 minutes so it's very quick. It can be/seem offensive, depending how you take some moments. It sometimes hits you with emotional damage out of nowhere and that's what I'm focused on in this fandom. Angst and historical aus is my bread and butter. Eng dub is great, it's like an official abridged XD. Be ready for the accents. It also has a movie. Expect silly moments most of the time. The story is not linear, it tackles history from 900-1000's to present time. It sometimes feels like a slice of life anime with historical/cultural trivias/jokes sprinkled in there. It has canon AUs as well like nyotalia, which is basically genderbent version of chars or nekotalia, which is the cast as cats. Advice, take the infos in the show with a grain of salt and maybe don't take everything seriously. It consists of a lot of male characters , so very limited female cast.

Now for the fandom, I can't control what part of it you may run into so uh... goodluck. Lucky for you, it's chill compared to what it's like before, like no joke. It does feel barren sometimes. Just beware ig lol. (I'm not really showing confidence towards the fandom, despite being part of it HAHAHAH XD) Be ready for the weirdness, we have Iceland x Fridge, Gru (yes from despicable me) x lovino (s. italy), sweden x ikea, toris (lithuiana) x therapy/happiness to name a few (crack) ships and a fricking religion called Doitsuism, idk why but it exists. 😂🤣🤣😅😭

If anyone is curious about character songs theres: aiyaa 4000 years (china), Moi moi (Finland), How about me (Estonia), Excuse me I'm sorry (Japan), white flame (Russia), and steady rhythmus (Germany) to name a few. There's a ton more, some have multiple char songs, while others have only one song. There's also group songs (two of which are christmas songs). Every song is sung by their VAs in the anime, including the ending songs. It has multiple versions so if you're tired listening to Italy singing the ed, try to listen to idk England's version, each one has different vibe and unique lyrics fitting for the char. Example, Ed 1 can be orchestral or rock depending which version you listened to, really cool stuff imo.

Sincerely,

From a (confused if I should be a proud) Hetalia Veteran 🤣😅

p.s. I love your Arakawa family, Masadai, and Minedai comics. It always makes me smile. Also, sorry for the long ass post 😅. Why can't I write like this whenever I'm tasked with writing an essay. This was made by a sleep deprived individual and unfortunately I'm letting out my zoomies (is this correct idk) through this, sorry. I'm now going to sleep. I'll probably regret all of this when I wake up lol.

well for the mates who kept asking about hetalia. here you are

[aithusarosekiller]

Okay

Merging my comfort album with my comfort ship now bc I have loved mhiaa since 2016 and the marauders since 2019 so I have already blended them together in my mind but I now have a ship to match them to aswell

My head is an animal songs as rosestarkillerchaser subships:

Here we go

Dirty Paws: Evan/James I don't know, it's not exactly the lyrics for this one, it's more the general vibe, yannow? It just feels right. The lyrics are slightly James and the music is VERY Ev. If that makes sense. Idk, this one was tricky

King and Lionheart: THE MERLIN STANS GONNA KILL ME BUT I CLAIM THIS FOR THE JEGULUS STANS

HELL EVEN THE MERTHUR SHIPPER IN MYSELF HATES ME

BUT

THIS SONG IS LITERALLY THE REASON I MADE THIS POST

IT WORKS TOO FUCKING WELL

THIS IS MORE JAMES/REGULUS THAT JAMES/REGULUS ARE

THEY OWN IT NOW

BECAUSE

IT WORKS BOTH WAYS

EITHER:

James is King- Gay king James, gryffindor king, he was vv popular so that fits, his side won the war, he is somewhat a leader, both of his firnd group and bc of his overall attitude

Lionheart is Regulus: STFU BECAUSE THIS BITCH'S NAME LITERALLY MEANS LIONHEART, he is a brave person and would follow James almost anywhere and help him

OR

James is Lionheart- Because brave Gryffindor who sticks with Reg through some of his toughest moments

Regulus is king- THIS LITTLE SHIT HAS A NAME THAT MEANS BOTH LIONHEART AND LITTLE KING SO HE JUST MAKES MY JOB EVEN MORE DIFFICULT

anyway, I love this song and it is on my starchaser playlist twice

Mountain Sound (MY FAVOURITE): Barty/Evan but also James/Regulus

Okay

Explanation

This is my favourite song on the album and these are my two favourite pairings in the ship

jkjk

I'm not

but there is more

First: Evan/Barty bc it gives off the vibes of them in a world where they survived the war and broke away from society to run away from their past mistakes and live better lives

idk I just love happy rosekiller (*slowly looks at lwsf tab*)

James/Regulus

HELLO? HAVE YOU EVER READ A REG RUNS AWAY FIC?

BECAUSE THIS I THEIR THEME SONG!

REG RUNS AWAY TO LIVE IWTH THE POTTERS AND HIS LIFE IMPROVES DRASTICALLY

HE IS FREE

THEY DO WHATEVER THEY WANT

THEY CUDDLE ON THE SOFA AT HOME

THEY GO CAMPING TOGETHER

THEY HANG OUT AT SCHOOL

PROVE ME WRONG

Slow and Steady: JAMES

'I walk slow and steady past the ones that I used to know' ?!?!?!?!

IT GIVES OFF SO MANY POST-BREAKUP VIBES

SO

IT'S THE SHIP AS A WHOLE AFTER JAMES BREAKS UP WITH THEM FOR BEING DEATH EATERS

SO THIS WILL DEFINITELY BE PLAYING THE WHOLE TIME I WRITE THAT ONE SCENE IN NBPTB WHEN HE IS ALL MISERABLE AND ALONE AND TALKS TO LILY AND MARLENE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED OKAY

IT ENCOMPASSES THE ENERGY AFTER HE OFFICIALLY TOLD THEM HE COULDN'T LET HIMSELF LOVE HIM AND RAN BACK TO HIS DORM AND CRIED

Y'KNOW IN NBPTB CHAPTER 5 WHERE IT SAYS HE RUNS BACK TO HIS DORM TO CRY? THAT IS THIS SONG

IT IS ALSO HIM WALKING PAST THEM IN CORRIDORS FOR THE NEXT 4 MONTHS AND PRETENDING NOTHING HAPPENED

From Finner: Barty/ Regulus

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

It just is

Prove me wrong

It gives 'let's leave the war behind and run so nobody can find us, we can just be us together, alone, forever' vibes and that is very them

Little Talks: OH BOY

THIS IS ALL OF THEM

FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF BARTY

FROM 1982 ONWARDS

IT IS

IT IS

IT IS

I AM SORRY

BUT IMAGINE HIM ROTTING IN AZKABAN AND THINKING HE CAN SEE THEM WITH HIM

AND HE SEES THEIR DEATHS WHENEVER THE DEMENTORS ARE AROUND

BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE THEY ARE ALL NEXT TO HIM TELLING HIM THAT IT'LL BE OVER SOON AND THAT HE WILL EVENTUALLY FOLLOW THEM THROUGH AND THEY CAN BE TOGETHER AGAIN

Six Weeks: James/Barty

Why?

I don't have a clue

something about it says 'hey, we're both messed up but we'll be okay if we stick together and help each other through it' for...some reason

Love Love Love: JEGULUS JEGULUS JEGU-FUCKING-LUS

Okay I've calmed down now

...

THAT WAS A LIE

'Reg, I know your parents raised you without love but believe me when I tell you that I will not leave you and I will stick with you for as long as you want me. You don't need to say you love me because I love you and that will always, always be enough for me'

RIGHT?

RIGHT?!?!?!?

I KNOW

I AM A GENIUS

AND THE FIRST VERSE GIVES OFF FORBIDDEN ROMANCE VIBES

SO

THAT IS A THING

Your Bones: Evan/Reg

Again

WHY?!?!

The vibes are just right

the more...gentle vibes at the start

that transition into THE MOST BRAINSCRATCHING TASTY GOODNESS EVER

It feels like them trying to do their best for their bitchass families whilst also trying to stay sane but hey! at least they have each other

they are constantly comparing themselves to those before them and it is shit but they try to be more positive because all they need is the other by their side

cute ik

Sloom: James/Reg

and this one is heavily based around the fact they have Sirius in common because it says the words brother and sister which makes me go PANGENDER SIRIUS

And the way they're begging or their parent's love

it gives of 'I just want my family to love me, I need to be better for them'

'My family love you and Sirius more than anything, sweetheart, you don't need to be better for anyone. You are both perfect as you are'

and you can't tell me that the man at the end isn't James

It's like he is chasing his family's affections until he meets Jem and then realises he doesn't need them

Lakehouse: ALL OF THEM LIVING TOGETHER BECAUSE JAMES WAS LIKE 'WHO GIVES A FUCK ABOUT YOUR BITCHASS PARENTS, COME ON, LIVE WITH ME' AND THEY ALL HAVE THIS HOUSE THEY SHARE AND STAY IN FOR WEEKS AT A TIME BEFORE THEY GO BACK TO THEIR FAMILIES

SO THEY HAVE SOMEWHERE TO GET AWAY TO AND LIVE WITH THEIR PARTNERS IN PEACE

oh wait that's just the end of nbptb

shit

WHATEVER

IT MAKES SENSE

IT ALSO GIVES OFF THEM EVENTUALLY GETTING THEIR HAPPY ENDING AND RAISING HARRY TOGETHER

LIKE THE END CREDITS OF NBPTB

(no Harry isn't in nbptb but he may appear in some of the ficlets about it because pregnant Evan making his fiance's run around after him is hilarious)

Yellow Light: James/Evan

It is James leading him out of the life he thinks he has to live

the blind trust

the desperation

him not knowing what to do when he is free and James holding him and promising he will help him

it also gives off Evan, Barty and Regulus joining the deatheaters without thinking about the consequences but that isn't important

[absideon-ephemeral]

II - Roommates, Commanders, and Generals.

A/N: And they were roommates - I'm sorry. The next chapter will be a lot more interesting as we finally get into the plot. And just as a heads up, THERE WILL BE NO SMUT AT ALL. Idk how to write it and I don't want to make a complete fool of myself if I do so. If I ever learn I may add some.

Warnings: mild language, curse words.

METANOIA Masterlist

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Who knew a ship could be so damn big.

     I had walked and walked, following the map on my datapad to my quarters, which seemed to be on the other side of the ship. It was nearly midnight and I still hadn't reached it.

     During the entire walk, I couldn't get the strange encounter with Kylo Ren out of my head. Why had he just stared at me? What was that prickling sensation? My mind was going so fast, asking so many questions, that I almost ran into a wall. I had stopped myself just short a couple of inches from slamming right into it. I stood there, recollecting myself, as a quiet, minuscule beeping came from my datapad.

     Looking down, the beeping was signifying that I had reached my destination. In front of me were my quarters and not some random wall.

"For kriffs sake, finally," I muttered.

     I shut off my pad and went to reach for the control panel next to me, but I stopped myself from hitting the door button. Are my roommates already inside? What if they're already asleep? I don't want to get on their bad side, who knows how long I'll be rooming with them.

"Hey!"

     My head whips to the side to be met with a stormtrooper.

"What are you doing here?" They asked. From the sounds of it, the stormtrooper was female.

"I asked you a question."

"I'm sorry, I'm supposed to be rooming here." My words flew out fast and uneasy.

"Whose orders?" The stormtrooper asked.

"Head technician Ademir. He said that there were no available rooms in the technicians' quarters and that this was the first available spot," I explained.

     The stormtrooper made a noise of understanding and hit the door button on the panel. It slid open with a slight whoosh and was pitch black inside. The stormtrooper went in, turning the lights on in the process. I stood there, awkwardly, almost waiting for an invitation.

"Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come in?" The stormtrooper said.

"Uh, yeah right." I hurriedly walked in, the door closing behind me.

     The room was semi spacious. It had two dressers, three beds, each with its small nightstand; a refresher, and a window that outlooked the galaxy.

I made my way further in and sat on the bed that looked unoccupied. I sat rather stiffly as the stormtrooper began to take off her armor.

     Her helmet came off first, revealing dark skin, that almost seemed to have a honey glow to it, brown eyes, and a pretty face.

"So what's your name little technician?" She asked. Without the helmet on, I could hear an accent that was unfamiliar to me. I gave her my name and asked for hers.

"LN-7245." She answered as she continued to undress.

"LN-72- okay, that's a lot to call you by. Do you have a nickname or something I can use?" I asked.

She momentarily stopped her movements. "No. All we ever go by is our numbers." She then resumed, sitting down on the bed to take off her shin armor.

"Well, what about," I pondered for a second, "Leonora or Leo for short." She looked up at me.

"Leonora," she tested the name on her tongue, "I like it. Sounds nice. Where'd you come up with that?"

" Your number started with LN. I just took it from there and made something out of it that sounded pretty."

"Well, thank you for that." Leonora stood up, grabbed a case from under her bed, and began to pack away her armor for tomorrow.

When she finished, she grabbed some clothes, presumably sleep ones, out of the drawer on her nightstand. Before walking away to the refresher to change, she turned to the bed farthest away from me and smacked the person, who I honestly didn't even see, that was lying in it. They awoke with a start, cursing in Durese, a language known by space travelers.

"Why would you do that? I was sleeping so nicely!" They groaned. It was another female. This one had blond hair with brown streaks, blue eyes, and a pretty face as well.

"We have a new roommate. Be nice." Leonora smacked her again with her clothes and went to the refresher to change.

The girl grumbled something then turned to me, leaning back on her elbows, her head cocked to the side.

"So, what's your name?" She asked. I gave it to her. She peered at me curiously.

"You don't look like a stormtrooper." She pointed out.

I laughed. "What gave that away?"

She looked me up and down, "You don't have the body of a stormtrooper. And the way you seem to carry yourself, I'd assume you're a technician."

"Right you are." She laughed.

"I'm ZA-7283."

"Nice to meet you. Can I give you a nickname?" I asked.

"Nickname?" She asked. Leonora walked out of the refresher, dressed in comfy, all-black, nightclothes.

"She gave me one," Leo laid down on her cot, putting hands behind her head, "I'm Leonora, Leo for short." She had an air of pride around her.

The other girl gasped. "That sounds so cool! I want one too!"

"Okay, um, how about Zariah?" I suggested.

"Ooo, I like that. Makes me sound badass!" Zariah exclaimed. Leo and I laughed at her enthusiasm.

After we all calmed down, Zariah asked me a question.

"So why did they put a technician with two stormtroopers?"

I told her the same thing I told Leo.

"Ahhh okay. Well, at least you got two roommates who aren't sticks in the mud. That would've sucked." Zariah laid back down. I nodded in agreement.

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"Shit, shit, shit, shit."

     I hoped to maker that there were no higher-up officials around, because if so, I would've most likely faced punishment. I was currently running through the halls like a mad man with my jumpsuit half on and struggling to carry my small tool bag.

     I had completely forgotten to set an alarm last night, causing me to wake up 20 minutes late, which is by no means acceptable. Leo and Zari left way before me, as troopers have to get up earlier than the techs, and they didn't even bother to wake me up.

So now I had to resort to dashing my way through the metal halls, weaving in and out of other technicians and stormtroopers. As I slid around a corner, I suddenly ran straight into something. The force I hit it with was enough to send me sprawling backward onto the cold metal floor. I groaned in slight pain and made an effort to sit up. Regaining my bearings, my sight is immediately met with black boots.

My blood ran cold.

Trailing my eyes up, all I see is black. Black pants, a black shirt, a black cloak, and a black helmet.

The prickling sensation returns. This time it's sifting through my mind, weaving in and out of the crevices.

Kylo Ren.

I scramble to my feet as quickly as possible and bring my arm into a salute. Once again, the black soulless eyes of his mask stare into the very depths of me.

"Please forgive me, Commander, sir!" The wavering words flew out. He said nothing, and I feared that he would whip out his lightsaber and end me right then and there. But he simply stared for a few more moments then briskly walked away, the prickling fading with him.

I watched as he left, not dropping my salute until he disappeared completely and I could no longer hear his boots on the metal floor.

When I had deemed it safe, I dropped my arm and breathed a sigh of relief. Gathering myself together, zipping up my uniform properly, and grabbing my bag, I made my way to my task for the day.

I was assigned to fix some damage in a meeting room, presumably caused by Kylo Ren during a meeting that had gone sour.

But when I walked through the doors metal blast doors, I couldn't help but curse.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

In front of me was one of the biggest messes I have ever seen. The poor innocent wallhad been slashed many times by a burning saber, leaving deep jagged lines. They crossed and weaved in and out of one another, forming some type of chaotic artwork. No matter the strange beauty, this was going to be a pain to fix.

Setting my bag down, I went closer to inspect the damage. The wiring underneath it had been damaged severely. Some areas are worse than others, but half of the underneath panels would need to be replaced.

Looking away from the wall, I took notice of a larger bag of tools and a welding cart set off of the side; free for me to use. I walk over to the bag, open it, and grab my first piece.

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Four hours and counting. That's how long I've been fixing this mess. And I haven't even gotten to re-welding the slashes yet.

For the last hour, I've been working in a tight space. Literally.

To fix some of the wires in one of the deeper slashes, I had to go inside the wall. It required me to remove the vent cover, which resided right below the slash near the floor, and crawl inside; upside down. It took me several tries and having to unzip my jumpsuit halfway, revealing my black under tank, and tie the sleeves around my waist to finally weasel in. My back was flat against the air vent as I worked and I could hardly hear anything. Honestly, it was a miracle I even fit. After removing the air duct lining, I was able to finally access the wires.

Which leads me up to now. I was in the process of attaching one of my last wires, peacefully working and oblivious to the outside world, when something unexpectedly nudged my foot.

The sensation made me jolt up, my head slamming into the roof of the duct.

"Kriff!" The word escaped as pain now radiated through my head. My foot was nudged again. "One moment please!" I shouted. I began to weasel my way back out, having slight difficulty due to not being able to see much.

Once I finally got my head and arms out, I sat on the ground, blinking my eyes to adjust to the harsh lighting, having been in a dark vent for the last hour.

"Did you hear me?"

My head whipped up, and I was met with someone you hoped to never meet; the infamous, General Hux.

I stood immediately, getting a slight head rush from the fast movement, and saluted. "General Hux, sir." I addressed him.

He looked at me with distaste; not pleased to see me without my uniform on properly. But there was no going back now. He looked me up and down, a frown forming on his face. He was just like I've heard him to be. Short, red-haired, and a not-so-pleasing face that was always screwed up in a face of displeasure.

He huffed and spoke again. "Did you hear me at all?" His voice was snobby and pitched.

"No sir, I couldn't hear anything in there." I curtly replied, taking notice of the men behind him. Other Generals and officers, I had never seen, but by the way they presented themselves, they were important.

"Well, I had asked what you are doing in here. This is a restricted area to those without permission." He sneered, obviously not liking me.

"I was tasked to fix this damage, sir. Some of the wirings needed to be replaced but I could only access it through the vent, sir." I remained still, keeping my salute.

"On whose orders?"

"Head technician Ademir, sir. I have the assignment on my data-pad if you wish to see, sir."

"That won't be necessary. Do you have any other tasks to do?" He was growing frustrated at my presence.

"No sir, I don't. This is my only one due to how much work it requires." I answered. He huffed and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the blast doors opening, and someone walking in. My view was blocked by the other men, but General Hux rolled his eyes, already knowing who had entered.

"Ah, Commander, how pleasant of you to join us."

[deityoftherain]

her beloved mortal - Katherine/Lizzie Empires S1 Fanfic

Rating: General Audiences

Relationship: F/F

Archive Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Status: Completed Oneshot

Word Count: 2,081

Summary: Katherine, being the seamstress that created the brides' dresses and a dear friend of the wives-to-be, was attending a wedding. Her social battery was running low and she had pulled a few all-nighters to get the dresses done in time. She was about ready to go home when this beautiful goddess of a woman called for her attention...

This was written for @belovedgamers through the @mcyt-summer-of-yuri exchange! Click on the AO3 link above or look under the cut to read it ^^

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Katherine sang a tune to herself as softly as she could, sitting at a corner table as she sipped her drink. She had a wonderful time at Gem and Pearl’s wedding so far, but the reception seemed to drag on for far too long. 

Realistically, when taking a peek at the clock, it had only been thirty minutes since the reception itself started. She was simply running low on energy, which was to be expected after she pulled several all-nighters to craft the brides’ dresses.

Katherine was a seamstress and a rather talented one at that, or so she’s been told. She could make just about anything with some time and enough fabric, making her work quite sought after. Don’t get her wrong, she loved her work, and it paid extremely well, but it could also wear her down if she didn’t practice adequate self-care.

She was grateful that her hands and back weren’t cramping as much as they were earlier, at the very least. The ointment she rubbed in helped a lot; she should see if she could find more. While her comfort was important, she was more concerned with the result that came from her aching hands. Luckily (though there wasn’t much luck to it), the outfits had turned out perfectly!

Katherine was relieved that Gem and Pearl loved their custom wedding dresses and that they’ve held up throughout the ceremony. Those weren’t true concerns for Katherine. She had known Gem and Pearl for quite a long time now (meaning she knew what they liked and she’d made clothing for them before), and she knew her work was quality.

“Are you a siren? Because your voice draws me in,” the unsolicited pick-up line pulled Katherine out of her thoughts. Her head tilted up slightly, shifting her gaze from her drink to the speaker’s eyes. 

The man standing in front of her was objectively easy on the eyes, sure, but she had no interest. Katherine had been aware of her extreme preference for girls since before she hit puberty. She never even had to explicitly tell her dad and renny that information; when she was dating her ex, they seemed unsurprised and as if they already knew. Katherine wouldn’t be surprised if they had known because she never attempted to hide her attraction.

Katherine didn’t want to waste his time or hers so she decided to let him off as friendly as she could muster. Katherine gave him a polite smile as she ran her fingers through her long black hair. “I’m not interested, but thank you.” The man’s flirty expression morphed into one of annoyance. “Come on! You didn’t even give me a chance. I promise I can show you a good time.” Katherine resisted the urge to scrunch her nose in disgust at his suggestion, finding it wildly unappealing. She hovered a hand over her mouth as she gave him an awkward, airy laugh. “No, no, I’m not-” “Give me a chance, beautiful,” the man pleaded, reaching forward to grab her wrist. “I can make it worth your-”

Before he could touch her, someone else stepped in, grabbing his wrist to stop him from moving any further. “She said she’s not interested.”

Katherine found her attention being captured by her savior. Those thoughts were a bit dramatic, sure, but her savior was practically a goddess walking among mortals. She was stunning and almost ethereal, walking with utter confidence and grace.

The woman had light yet still vibrant pink locks with the bangs pulled back into braids while the rest of her hair laid elegantly against her back. Her ears presented more like fins than the pointed ears Katherine was more used to. The blue fins had a purplish undertone and it all complimented her pink hair well. Blue scales generously peppered the skin exposed by her sleeveless dress. The dress itself was a dark navy, so dark of a blue that it was almost black, and the skirt part of the dress shimmered like stars in the night sky. 

The man furrowed his eyebrows, tugging away from her grip harshly. “And who are you? Her girlfriend?” “Yes, actually,” the beautiful stranger wrapped her arm around Katherine, hand comfortably resting on Katherine’s hip. Katherine blushed, though she wasn’t sure if it was the sudden proximity or if it was the fact that she claimed they were girlfriends. While there was no way for the woman’s claim to be true (they hadn’t met before that moment), Katherine couldn’t imagine protesting it. “Now do yourself a favor and leave before you embarrass yourself any further.” 

The man took the hint, grumbling and cursing as he left. Once he was gone, the stranger let out a sigh and, much to Katherine’s delight, kept her hold on Katherine. “Thank the ocean he left! That could have gone horribly wrong. Are you alright?” “Yes, thank you,” Katherine responded gratefully. Her social battery had been dying, but it seemed to recharge with the arrival of her personal goddess. Katherine found herself wanting to stay by her side and not wanting her to leave.

Neither of them moved, the finfolk’s arm still around her. Her hold was comfortable and safe; Katherine didn’t dare move from it. In fact, she even leaned into her hold. Katherine didn’t know what came over her, but denying herself the touch was out of the question.

“My name is Katherine, by the way,” she murmured softly, hoping offering her name would give an acceptable opening for the other to offer hers.

The finfolk blinked down at her, ear fins twitching slightly. She then smiled, features softening to a point of almost bittersweetness. “I’m Lizzie.”

“Thank you, Lizzie.” Katherine loved the way Lizzie’s name buzzed on her tongue. “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

“Well, I couldn’t just leave the damsel in distress, now could I?” Lizzie joked with her 

sky blue eyes gleaming with humor. “Especially not one as adorable and talented as you. I know you made the brides’ dresses, but did you make your own as well? You did a fantastic job.”

“I did. Thank you. Again.” Katherine dipped her head, partly to accept the compliment and partly to hide her blush. It should be somewhat successful for Lizzie was taller than Katherine was. She offered her free hand to Lizzie, glancing up at her through her eyelashes. “Would you care to dance? I would love to get to know my ‘girlfriend’ better.”

“How could I say no to my gorgeous girlfriend?” Lizzie accepted her offer, taking her hand in hers before leading her to the dance floor. They were close now, so close that Katherine could smell the distinct scent of ocean water and bubblegum. Those scents were muddled together, creating what was so obviously Lizzie, her Lizzie. 

My Lizzie? Where did that possessiveness come from? Katherine wondered, confused at her own thoughts. She dismissed them, quickly distracted by Lizzie’s guiding movements and the sound of the music around them.

As they danced, Lizzie exuded a sort of energy that was far too joyful than one would expect from a pair of strangers spinning around for hours. Katherine didn’t mind it though, finding it endearing. They didn’t know each other, but Katherine felt very cherished, desired, and valued with the finfolk nearby.

Katherine fed off of Lizzie’s enthusiasm and attention for the remainder of the event, hours flying by within minutes. By the time people started to clear out, Katherine’s throat was scratchy and sore from talking, and her limbs weren’t too much better off. Despite the uncomfortable exhaustion, her primary emotions were bliss and adrenaline.

“I had the most wonderful time,” Katherine breathed out in a giggly rasp. She twisted her hips to twirl the skirt of her dress, both hands in Lizzie’s. Her dress was separated into two parts, more like a blouse and a skirt than a dress. The blouse was snow white with puffy, off the shoulder sleeves. It was short enough to expose a small part of her midriff. The skirt section was high-waisted, seated up high to cover most of the area her top neglected, and it was a pastel purple with white flowers. To tie everything together, she had a white choker and a pastel purple ribbon in her hair.

“Me too.” Lizzie gently tugged on Katherine’s hands, guiding them to her hips. When they were there, Lizzie let go of her hands and went to rest her arms on Katherine's shoulders. “I have missed you, my beloved. I love you.” Katherine furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, but she didn’t pull away. She continued to keep her hands on Lizzie’s hips. Katherine knew that comment must be weird, but, from Lizzie’s lips, she couldn’t find it abnormal. “I… I think I love you too. You didn’t spell me did you?” She hoped there was a different explanation than that because she never felt so fulfilled than she did now. It was like a piece of her soul had been returned to her, snapping in place and fitting perfectly. Katherine hadn’t realized that slot had existed until her eyes landed on the finfolk woman.

Lizzie snorted at that idea, highly amused. “Spell you? No, no, love, I assure you it isn’t that. I can answer any questions you have, but kissing you first will make it easier.”

“Why does that make sense?” Katherine’s gaze fell to Lizzie’s lips, fully trusting her. It didn’t feel like magic influencing her actions and thoughts. If anything, it was more like a gut feeling that came with personal experience and knowledge.

Before either of them truly knew it, their lips met together, fitting perfectly in place as if they were made for each other. The kisses were soft yet passionate, almost electric as life sparked within Katherine. Each kiss brought with it a flash of a memory from a past life, the memories both foreign and familiar.

Instead of scaring Katherine off, the memories from her past selves only confirmed all that she already accepted as fact. The memories she received didn’t overwhelm her, simply slotting in place like they were always meant to be there. She didn’t remember every single detail of her past lives for that would be far too much, but she knew enough. 

Her previous thoughts of Lizzie being a goddess were true. She and Katherine fell in love, their love so strong that their souls became entangled with one another. They were a goddess and a mortal destined to reunite time and time again for the rest of time. Every time Katherine died, she was reborn and, twenty or so years after her death, Lizzie would return to the mortal realm to find her once again.

Katherine deepened the kisses, pulling Lizzie toward her until their bodies were flushed together. It had been far too long since they were able to be this close; their souls were finally returned to each other. Flower petals were eagerly embraced by the ocean’s waves, water consuming the petals but never harming their fragile nature. Their love outlasted countless lifetimes, not even death being able to separate them.

At last, their kiss broke. Katherine breathed quick and deep, trying to get air back in her lungs. Lizzie didn’t seem to have the same problem, giving her an apologetic smile and murmuring sweet nothings as she coached Katherine’s breaths.

Once Katherine recovered, she asked, “What now?”

“Whatever you want, my beloved.” Lizzie brushed some of Katherine’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. It wasn’t much, but the gesture felt extremely intimate and familiar. “I have all the time in the world for you.” “Would you like to come back to my place?” Katherine let her gaze fall as a blush heated her face. Her sleep deprivation and energy she spent that night were catching up to her, but she didn’t want to leave Lizzie’s side just yet. “I am quite fatigued. We could cuddle?”

“Sounds perfect,” Lizzie agreed. She swept Katherine up with ease, taking care not to pull harshly on Katherine’s dress. Katherine squeaked in surprise, but allowed Lizzie to keep her hold. She buried her face against Lizzie’s chest, her limbs relieved to no longer have to hold her own weight. Sleep was quickly coming to her, but she felt safe with Lizzie and trusted her to take care of her, so she welcomed it. Katherine fell asleep in her lover’s arms, feeling appreciated, cared for, and content. If you want more, I have an alternate ending/deleted scene for this: