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Heroic Betrayal | Luke Castellan (part 1)

SPOILER FOR THE PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS SERIES AND THE BOOKS

pairing: Luke Castellan x female!reader

show: Percy Jackson and the Olympians

warnings: dark!character, betrayal, implied sexual content, heavy angst, kidnapping

word count: 5,8k

summary: When Luke switches to the dark side, he tries everything possible to win you for him.

a/n: so as the show comes to an end (dont cry dont cry dont cry), I thought I would finally post this :)))

read part 2 here

"I'll find you!" his voice echoes through the forest, my laughter much louder than I intend to. But that´s just how it always goes. It's our own little tradition.

Every year when the camp starts again and we meet after the holidays passed, we play hide and seek in the dangerous forest of the half-blood camp. The creatures usually don't come across our path, in recent years it has rarely happened, that we actually had to defend ourselves against them.

Once it was an angry dryad, who threw branches at me (she had a crush on Luke and wanted revenge, but since I could understand her feelings and felt sad for her, we sorted it out).

Another time we were spotted by some camp members, who made fun of us, but Luke must have said something to them later, because we haven't been bothered by these troublemakers since.

It is always the same pattern, but each time there is still something special about it. We have grown, became more mature (I think), and have more and more experience about the struggles in life.

So being able to just let go for a few moments and being completely alone with him is probably the best thing to keep myself sane (even if he drives me a little bit crazy with the love I hold for him).

But a lot has changed recently.

It all started when rumors spread, that Zeus' lightning bolt had been stolen by Poseidon's son. And then the most supportive, bravest, sassy kid in the world showed up here. Percy Jackson. Ever since I met him, even though it's not his fault, there's been war going on. The gods are angry, the monster attacks became worse and again, rumors about the oldest, most powerful titan Kronos reached the camp.

It scared and frightened many people, including me. That's why we've been training harder and stay awake, even when the stars are shining, so that we can prepare for any catastrophe. To be able to fight.

My mother is the goddess Demeter, my father a simple man. I adore them both, even though my mother isn't one of my closest contacts. But I never really held that against her, because at least she decided to acknowledge me as her daughter. After all, it's a privilege that not everyone gets. My siblings and friends at camp are important to me, but the world is changing and so is everything around it.

The only stability I have left is my boyfriend Luke.

If I had to rely on one person in the whole world (and by that I also mean the underworld), it would be him.

He's been my best friend since I arrived at this camp. We've been together through ups and downs, I know every side of him and he knows everything about me too. Many of the people here are like blank pages to me, but not him. He is like my favorite book, that lays open to me and allows me to read each letter individually. Just as I know every of his dreams, every secret, every truth and every lie. He is my protector, my hero in every dark night and every bright day. Without him, I don't even know who I am. He is a part of me and my heart wouldn't be whole without him.

I watched him grow up. From the small, thin boy whose eyes hid so much pain and sadness to the strong, soulful leader he is today.

His beauty cannot be influenced by anything, he is like my very own sun, without him I could not survive.

I wouldn't want it any other way though.

Now, I'm hiding behind a tree with my back pressed against the bark and I am able to hear the cracking and swinging of the branches.

I smile so wide, that my cheeks start to hurt, when I hear his voice calling. My heart is beating in my throat, but it's not just the adrenaline of not getting caught. It's because of my love for him, which is so strong that sometimes I'm afraid of it. But only in the moments when I realize that nothing, but him is my biggest flaw. I think I would do anything for him.

Then I concentrate again and listen to the sounds around me. But his voice has fallen silent and I don't hear his footsteps anymore.

My eyebrows furrow, confused I try to look around the tree and search for an orange t-shirt. Likely together with his slim body, biceps, beautiful face and wonderful personality.

But when I want to withdraw again, it's already too late. A branch breaks behind me and before I can move I'm pushed against the tree from behind.

I immediately feel his body against mine, hear the laughter in his voice and listen to his strained breathing. His hands wrap around my body and turn me towards him, so that we are now face to face.

He's taller than me and as I look up, I feel the familiar fluttering feeling in my chest. I am so in love with him.

He grins triumphantly at me and I lean against the tree, smiling kindly.

"Found you, princess." The light reflects in his brown eyes and some of his curls are laying wildly on his head. He looks like an angel.

"I made it easy for you." My voice teases him and when he leans in so close to me, that our lips almost touch, I forget how to think properly. A habit I can't change. He's just so captivating.

"Yeah? You think I wouldn't have found you otherwise? Funny. I remember that in the last few years, I always was the winner of our little game." His lips brush mine, I want nothing more than to kiss him. But he knows that, which is why he slowly pulls back, when I start to lean forward.

When I want to complain, he puts his hand around my waist and pulls me into his chest. My knees almost give out, I feel so intoxicated by his presence.

"I-I wanted you to find me." My voice whispers quietly.

His eyebrows rise in mock surprise.

"Then I guess, I can claim my prize without feeling bad." In the next second, his lips are on mine and I'm unable to do anything, other than kissing him back. I wrap my arms around his neck and enjoy the warmth that radiates from him. He sets my heart on fire.

While pushing me against the tree, I've completely forgotten about, he lets his hands wrap possessively around my waist. Digging his nails into my hips, to keep me grounded. Otherwise, I would probably get lost in those sensations.

Luke kisses in a way, like it's the last time he'll have the chance. (As if I would ever want to keep him from doing that).

He's passionate, my body feels like it's on fire and the heat inside me feels so good, that I want more. I can never get enough of him and he knows it. He grins against my lips, but he doesn't break the kiss. I think he secretely loves knowing how much he can mess with me, with just a few kisses.

My hands find his hair and pull him closer to me, our chests touch and his breathing mingles with mine.

It is wonderful and so precious, I would refuse any gift from the gods just to be close to him.

When he pulls away from me, our bodies are still close. My eyes open and look dreamily into his, our gazes reflect a familiarity and love that is like nothing I have ever experienced.

He smiles at me, pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear and leans himself against me. His fingers stroke the exposed skin of my pulled-up shirt.

"I've missed you." If my heart hasn't melted before, it has now. I give him a kiss on the cheek and hug him, we stand in our embrace for a moment. Enjoying each other's closeness, the calm feeling until the next chaotic situation happens.

"Now we are together again. Only that matters." It's quiet around us and when I close my eyes for the second time, I hear his fast heartbeat. I have to supress a smile.

The wind is the only thing I hear until his voice breaks the silence.

"Something will happen soon. Something big." The peaceful atmosphere is threatened by his words and when I look at his face again, I see his worried eyes.

I sigh, but then nod to agree with him. "I thought about that too, it feels different. Like something is coming our way, that we can't control."

His fingers stroke my cheek and for a moment, his face holds an expression, that I can't understand. It resembles regret.

But before I can ask him about it, he smiles tenderly at me again.

"Nothing will separate us. The world is just a game. It's a matter of time and making the right moves." That is his motto. But I'm not always convinced of this. Even though I trust him to do the right thing.

"I'm just worried we'll get seperated, you know? Evil can be sneaky and traitors always exist. You never know who you can trust." Something I said must have really bothered him, because he looks like I just stabbed him.

This time I ask him about it.

"What's on your mind? You can tell me. Two people who worry about something are better, than one who is alone with it." I take his hand and stroke his skin, it feels cold even though we have summer.

"Nothing, just- I don't want to lose you. I couldn't be here without you. I need you. I mean...I-I love you. You know that I would do anything to keep us together, right?"

His words surprise me. I know he loves me. I can sense that, everyone probably does. But he has never worn his heart on his sleeve and the three magical words only come out of his mouth on special occasions. The fact that he's telling me now surprises me.

"Of course. I trust you. We will survive together, I know that. Are you worried because of the rumors about the Titan King?" This topic is always very critical and he usually doesn't like to talk about it, but this time I decide to address it directly.

"He will come. I just want you to be safe, when it happens." He sounds so confident it gives me goosebumps.

"Perhaps. His followers will definitely try. But love is stronger than anything else. Especially our love. We will get through it." He doesn't look convinced, so I turn his face towards mine and kiss him.

My voice sounds soft, when I speak again.

"Luke, I love you. I could never leave you. Not even the King of the Underworld will be able to keep us apart. I promised to be by your side in every moment of our lives. You are my soul and without it I am damned."

This seems to reassure him, but I feel like he's not telling me something of great importance. But I don't want to push him, I know he will tell me when the time comes.

He always does.

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As the day comes to an end, I say goodnight to my siblings and report for my night watch duty. The situation has been a lot more worse the recent weeks. Kronos exists, my worst fear was confirmed. And he is building an army, that is so strong that it will be difficult to fight against it. But what I'm really worried about are the rumors about our people, who have also joined his cause.

Nobody knows who, the spies have been hiding ever since. I've never felt like I was paying more attention to my words than I am now. The only person I don't have to hold back to is Luke.

But even with him I notice the effects of the bad news. The circles under his eyes are darker than ever and his nerves are so frayed, that every little thing makes him want to explode. His temper is hanging by a thread, that is increasingly threatening to break. And I'm trying everything to prevent this.

No matter if I try it by making him laugh (which has become difficult), massaging his tense shoulders, trying to kiss him to the point of forgetfulness (usually it's the other way around) or when he takes out his frustration by burying himself deep inside me. With every thrust of his hips, I feel him relax, his hand so tight around my body as if I would run away, if he didn't hold me close enough.

He's changing and I'm trying my best to maintain his good sides. That he doesn't completely lose himself in his responsibilities and the pressure, that he has, because he is a member of the camp council.

Besides, I can't complain, when he fucks me until I can't breathe aynmore and I block out everything around me. When he comes, he whispers the sweetest things in my ear. Even if sometimes they sound so protective, that I could almost come from his voice alone.

When he whispers to me how good I am for him or how much he loves being able to have such a power over me like that - maybe it should scare me, but I trust him like no one else.

My mind concentrated his best for my shift, but when I finally go to bed after quiet some time, my eyes quickly close.

Looking back, I wish I had never let myself sleep that night.

Because, when I close my eyes I see waves. Hear the seagulls screaming in the sky, the fish swimming in the water and the distant cries of strangers.

It's all unusual and the bright light would blind me, if I didn't avert my gaze. And as soon as I do it, I see a ship. It's huge, rust shimmers in the sunrays, the anchor shows that it's been in the same place for a while now.

I feel something pulling me towards it, pushing and burning in my chest, leaving me with a tremor that I can feel, even in my deep sleep.

As I flit through the window like a ghost, I feel paralyzed. My blood freezes, I want to disappear immediately and in my mind I scream at myself to wake up.

But it's no use, whatever is here, someone decided that I have to see it. Only then, my wish will be fulfilled and I can wake up. So, I hide in a corner, there are scratched picture frames above me and broken glass is scattered on the floor. The monsters that loudly crush the glass ahead of me seem unstoppable.

I tremble as I look at at least seven dracaenae, several shaggy hellhounds and set my eyes on gigantes, that take up almost the entire room.

But that is nothing compared to the terror, that grips me when I see my classmates. My friends. People I trusted, who I fought alongside, for who I cared about. People I would have sacrificed myself for. They all betrayed me. And I feel close to tears. When I want to turn away, I hear a voice that almost brings me to my knees.

It's Luke.

My faithful and caring protector, my heroic love. Someone, to which I had dedicated everything. He was my life, with every single breath I took. The motivation behind my every action. The reason I wanted to survive in this cruel world. He was everything I had and everything I will ever have and in that moment it was abruptly taken from me.

I didn't have the strength to concentrate, it was as if every fiber of my body was on fire, triggered by the torment of my suffering heart. Seeing him like that, in black armor, Kronos' silver mark glittering around his neck, instead of his colorful necklace. A stoic, hostile expression on his face, his hands gripping his sword, it all hurt too much to watch.

And as I sank to the floor and covered my eyes with my hands, I was still forced to listen. I couldn't understand why he was saying such things.

"With every day he becomes stronger, with every participation in our army, we become stronger. Everything is planned, the camp is weak. Just like all of its residents. The surprise is on our side, because we will show no mercy. We will kill anyone, who does not confess to us. Do you hear me? No hostages will be taken. Only Hades population will be expanded."

The screams around me are so loud, so angry and horrific that I feel tears running down my cheeks.

I don't want to see any of that. The person infront of me is not my Luke.

A kind of fog creeps around me and I feel cold, it seems too late to forget it now. When I notice the golden coffin and Lukes hunched posture, the scar on the side of his face, I realize he is praying to him.

To the fall of Olympus. Kronos.

I want to cry, to scream, to be angry - but I just feel like every part of my heart is breaking and will never be whole again. Luke will never again be the one to heal it.

My consciousness leaves the ship until I finally wake up, but I can't move at first. I feel lost, my muscles are stiff and after a few seconds I notice that I'm shaking. But it's not because I'm cold, the summer air is wafting in the air.

Such dreams are rare, but are like the own scary predictions of the future.

And then it comes all back so me, the memories, that have just turned my whole life upside down. Traitor. The word appears in my mind, I feel like I almost can't breathe. And then there is a finger on my cheek, gently stroking the skin and my chest immediately becomes warm.

I know this gesture.

When I open my eyes, I see his loving eyes and the smile that covers his mouth makes my heart clench in sorrow.

It was just a nightmare. Luke would never betray me.

But the whispers in my head say otherwise.

As we continue to look at each other in silent, I notice his furrowed eyebrows.

"What's wrong, my love? Did you have a nightmare? You look scared. Don't be afraid, I'm here. I will always protect you." His voice is so calm, so usual loving and it makes the butterflies in my stomach fly around like crazy.

He is so beautiful.

As he briefly turns his head to tighten the blanket around me, I see his side profile and the scar. Reminders of my dream crash onto me like a lightning strike from Zeus himself.

I sat up abruptly. Luke is a servant of our enemy. How could I ignore that? I feel like I'm almost starting to hyperventilate. The thought, this nightmare, Luke's appearance, this evil feeling - it makes me sick. And I'm suddenly so afraid, more than I have ever been in my life. But I can't tell if it's the fact that I just found out he joined Cronos' army or that he broke my heart doing so.

I see him tense, my panic seems to be affecting him too.

My thoughts are so confusing, I don't know what to do, I have to tell someone. I have to-

His hands find their way to my cheeks, cupping them gently to direct his gaze towards himself. I would have preferred not to look at him, but I have no choice. His eyes search mine.

Then, as if the weight of Atlas punishment was put on his shoulders, he lowers them. His lips tremble slightly and his eyes look at me, as if I am the most valuable thing in the world and he is about to lose it.

"You know it." He doesn't have to say what he means by that. We both know.

I want to break away from him, but he won't let me. He's always been much stronger.

But everything still feels so different, light surrounds us and I can't really feel my body.

"Listen to me, please. I can explain it. Please-" The world goes silent, before he can finish his sentence.

It is too much.

I stifle a scream. I want to jump out of bed, but his hands hold me close. I only manage to fall to the ground, breathing heavily, but his arms are much stronger and I'm still weakened by my dream. He trys to hold me in a position, so that his back hugs me. His hands grab mine and one of them covers my mouth to silence me, when I want to scream for help.

With any other person, I would have known what to do. With anyone but him, I could have defended myself without any problems. But it wasn't just anyone and what he had done to me, the betrayal he had committed, was nothing I could handle.

I tried to wriggle out of his grip, to kick him, but the more I cried and the more hysterical I became, the easier it was for him to have control over me.

And for the first time, it scared me.

"Please calm down, I have to explain it to you- you have to know, that I never wanted to deceive you, please-" I notice how his voice is failing and he has to pull himself together, to not to lose his composure.

When I shake his hand away and want to yell again, he grabs my neck with such a warning force, that no sound escapes me.

I tremble in his hold. Tears stream down my cheeks and I literally feel my heart breaking.

Then he starts whispering in my ear and his grip feels like a tragic prison.

"Nobody can know. I never wanted you to find out. Not until I convinced you, that it is the right thing to join him. Because he will win, sweetheart. I want us to win by his side." His voice sounds so confident and at the same time, as if he was a completely different person.

Tears continue running down my face and he slightly let's go of me, so he can comfort me.

"If you would just listen to me, you will understand my actions. Please, just listen to me-" but the world blurs infront of my eyes and I am only able to whisper three words, before darkness surrounds me.

"You betrayed me."

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When I wake up, my head hurts so much, that it takes me several minutes to open my eyes. When I finally do it, I almost have a heart attack.

I recognize the similarity of this room from my dream. When I stand up, I run to the round window and look out, being only able to see the blue sea. Feeling empty and alone.

When I want to step out the door, I expect it to be locked. But instead the handle turns and I step out of the room. I'm so surprised about that, that I'm acting without thinking twice.

As I walk around the next corner, the deck creaks and I see an ugly creature in front of me, that makes every instinct to escape kick in.

I run in the other direction, but every turn makes me more desperate and, without any consideration, I run into the hall, I was so afraid of.

It is filled with all kinds of ciders, and I also see the figures of my classmates, wounded and unhappy.

It's all so overwhelming, that I dont even see him standing on the podium, in the first place.

But as the monsters try to grab me, his voice echoes through the room with an affable authority.

"Nobody touches her. You hear me? Nobody. She is under my protection." I almost freeze into a stature, as he comes towards me and I have no way of avoiding him. No weapon is within my reach, his eyes notice my growing panic.

"Everyone leaves the room. Now." Nobody discusses it, even if some roll their eyes or quietly protest. His authority is unquestioned, it sends a cold shiver down my spine.

When the last doors slam shut, we stand a few meters opposite each other.

"The doors are guarded." It's the first thing he says.

When he tries to approach me, I lose my nerves and run to the corner with the broken glass, that I saw in my dream. I take them in my hands.

I see his eyes widen and he stops in his tracks.

"You- you want to fight me?" He actually sounds surprised and sad. Like I was the one who betrayed him and not the other way around.

"Don't come any closer. I may not have been able to do anything last time, but if you take one step closer then-" I don't know what to say. In no scenario did I ever think, I would have to threaten him.

But despite my warning, he comes towards me with his hands raised, the panic within me so palpable, that I can feel every muscle in my body.

I dodge, when he is only a few meters in front of me. Right into the next corner. As far away from him as possible.

"Princess, you can't keep me away forever. I've always loved that about you. You need me as much as you need to breathe."

It's supposed to sound sweet, but his words make me feel sick

"I'd rather suffocate." He didn't expect that. My words hit him so unexpectedly that he is almost speechless. Almost.

"I won't hurt you. You just have to let me get to you and I'll show you everything. You will understand, believe me." He really thinks, I'll just stay by his side and let him explain.

"Are you crazy? You're a traitor, Luke. You- you betrayed everyone. You betrayed me. How could you do this?" I suppress my tears, because that's exactly what he's waiting for. That my defense becomes weaker. I can't allow this.

"You dont understand. I always told you I would protect you. And I can only do that, if I'm on the winning side. And I am now. We are." His eyes flash with a craziness that makes me tremble. I don't recognize him.

"Why are you acting this way? You are doing the wrong thing - you give up everything. You're giving up on us." Tears leave my eyes and I see him take a few steps in my direction.

"I'm doing the right thing for us. You'll see. You just have to trust me, please. You know I always win. With the power he gives me, I will be invincible. You don't have to worry about one of us dying in this war anymore." I can't move, even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have a way out now. He's too close.

"You are wrong. I would rather die in this war than join this monster and his deceitful army." The shards in my hand hurt, but I don't let them go. They're the only thing I can use to defend myself.

"You would leave me?" His eyes are staring into my soul.

"Would you fight me?" Every word is more intimidating.

"Would you stop loving me?" His words are like his own shards, leaving deep wounds in my heart.

He's standing right in front of me now, looking at me like I'm fragile.

Then he whispers "Would you kill me?"

In the next second, he suddenly has my hands in his, making me drop the glass. Be is only a few centimeters away from me now, his eyes are looking into my own.

"Would you, princess? Then show me." Suddenly he does something, I would have never expected. He takes out his sword and puts it in my hands.

His own hands go behind his back, his eyes tempting me. I feel all the blood in my body drain.

"Do it. I can't live in a world, where you don't love me anymore. In which you are no longer by my side. I am yours. That will never change, just like my love for you."

I can barely hold the sword, it's so wobbly in my hands. He stands in front of me and gives me every chance to defeat him. But I can't move.

It's quiet for a moment, then I see new hope in his eyes and when he speaks again, the tone of his voice melts my heart.

"What did you say a few months ago, you would always let me win? Let's win together this time. Please, just listen to me." His hand strokes my cheek. Wipes away the tears.

Then he drops his hand and grasps his sword, letting it fall to the ground.

He takes my hand instead.

"Follow me." He pulls me behind him, closer and closer to the golden coffin, it's like I'm in a trance, but when I finally feel the cold aura of something cruel, I'm able to think clearly again.

"No-" I don't want to be one step closer to this thing.

He turns around so quickly, that I can only slap his cheek, before he grabs me again.

"That was for kidnapping me. Let me go now!" I want to avoid his grasp. But again he does something I don't expect.

He holds me still, catches my gaze and then, kisses me so gently that the feeling alone makes me almost completely defenseless. His hands cup my cheeks, grip my hair, hold my body.

This is probably his worst trick. I've never been able to resist one of his kisses. And he knows that. He uses it against me.

Then he murmurs words against my lips, that barely reach my ears.

My heart is pounding in my throat.

"You feel this? We belong together. It is not written anywhere on which side we need to be. As long as we are together." His fingers stroke my lower lip, his figure towers over me and for a moment my surroundings fade. It's almost like always.

But he's not wearing his orange t-shirt, his expression isn't relaxed, and I don't hear any insults from the camp members in the distance.

"You're manipulating me." I am powerless against him. I thought we were on the same team, that no one had more power over the other one. But I was so wrong.

His eyebrows furrow again, and when his hands try to pull me against him, I hit his chest, without thinking, with the only piece of glass I hid in my pocket. But unlike I expected, nothing happens. The shard bounces off his skin and falls loudly to the ground. I can only stare at him in disbelief.

"How-" He just looks at me worried, no anger is visible in his eyes.

"You can't hurt me. I have the curse of Achilles upon me." I suddenly become aware of the effect the lake Styx in the underworld hast and I almost fall to the ground at the realization, my knees weaken.

"That was a test earlier. You wanted to see if I would kill you-" my voice fails.

He just looks at me sadly and smiles in regret. My heart becomes heavy.

"And I knew you wouldn't hurt me on purpose. You would never hurt someone you love. Not if you'd kill me in the process." What can I do? He knows me better than anyone, he can see right through my every thought.

"I can't do this, Luke. I-I can't be together with you, if you are like this." I'm serious, but he doesn't believe me.

"That's what you think, but it's a lie. The sooner you admit it to yourself, the more pain you avoid. Our souls are linked together, without me you are not able to live. I know, that you will continue to love me, no matter what I decide to do. That's how much you love me. You would rather die than not loving me."

I can't listen to him. I can't.

But his eyes are like all the promises in the world. He is my world. How could I ever forget that?

"Please come back with me, Luke. I-I won't tell anyone, but please. Let's go, let's forget everything, please-" I cant deal with this anymore. It's like he's draining all the energy out of me. More with every word, that leaves his lips.

"I can not do that. It will stay the way it is now. Don't fight against me, fight with me. You are so smart and loyal, you will be convinced. He will show you." His eyes now flash with something that frightens me. I see his hunger for power, something that has always been dormant within him.

"Luke, the only thing I ever really wanted was you. No power, no war, no prosperity. Only you. But I'm about to lose you. Don´t do this to me, I beg you." My hands find his face, stroke the skin and I look into his eyes. But they are no longer the same ones I fell in love with.

I never thought he would love having power more than he loves me. It breaks my heart.

"I have decided. Nothing will change about that. Not even your pleadings. I'm sorry." His eyes reflect my desperation.

"What's holding you back? All you need is me." He says it so confident, that I almost wonder, why I don´t agree with him.

But my conscience has always been my greatest strength.

"I won't betray them. I couldn't live with myself, if I did." He takes a step back.

"But you could live without me? You would rather be by Jackson's side than mine?" His words hurt me. But he speaks the truth.

"I love you Luke, more than I ever thought was possible. But just as you put power before me, I put loyalty first. And I'm not sorry about that."

Frustration finally seeps through his perfect facade. I wonder how long he's been playing with me. The thought of it makes everything inside me tighten.

"I am not letting you go. Our fate is set. You will recognize it too and when that happens, you will be on my side."

His conviction frightens me, but this time it doesn't freeze me into a statue. Now, I'm running away.

And luckely, he didn't expect that.

For a few minutes now I've noticed one of the windows, that doesn't look very stable. I just have to jump against it to open it.

"NO!" Luke's voice echoes across the room, loud and warning, but it doesn't stop me. Before he can catch up with me, I jump towards the window, my shoulder hurts, but I was right, it breaks.

But I didn't think about the height difference and I realize it might be too late to do something about it now.

As I try to hold on to the wall outside, two thoughts repeat in my mind.

Either I die or I'm trapped.

Then I hear Luke's voice. He sounds desperate and at the same time angry, like I have never heard him before.

The wall is slippery and it takes every bit of strength in me not to fall, I know it would be my death. I hold on to the broken wall.

"She is outside. Get her back, NOW!" My muscles hurt and I don't know what to do. Then I hear the loud beating of wings. Before I can see who it is, I hear Percy's quiet voice. I feel like crying.

"Drop down, I've got you." I have to trust him. So, I let myself fall without thinking.

Then I feel myself landing on something soft, I hold on to it and my knuckles turn white.

The screams and shouts of the monsters make me tremble, I just want to get out of here. Even if it means, that I perhaps will never see Luke again.

"Come on, now. They'll be here soon." As the wings of the Pegasus move towards the sky, towards freedom, I let the tears fall. The wind is beating around my ears and I can only see in the corner of my eyes that we are getting closer to the clouds.

"I'll find you!"

Luke's threatening voice is the last thing I remember as I close my eyes from the grief of leaving him.

#percy jackon and the olympians #luke castellan #x reader #greek gods #love #betrayal #angst #percy pjo #percy series #annabeth chase #percy jackson

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eddiestightywhities · 8 months ago

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SUNDAY SNIPPET

okay so this is considerably more than a snippet but sue me lol it's from my latest pov buck drunk!buddie getting together wip bc it is fighting me and i need some feedback for motivation asdfhjkljjjjsksk

After a moment, Eddie wipes the laughter-tears from his eyes and calms down enough to say, “God, I fucking love you Buck,” and Buck has to work very hard to not let moisture gather in his own eyes, but for a completely different reason.

He swallows, manages a chuckle and says, “I know,” and thinks about how completely crushed he would be if he were to ever lose Eddie and Chris.

Eddie scoffs, “Alright, Han Solo.”

“Who?” Buck lies, trying his drunken best to keep a straight face.

“Do not even—look; I know there are a shit-ton of old movies you tragically—and sinfully, I might add—have never seen, Buck. But you not knowing Star Wars or who Han Solo is? Shut the fuck up. Ni yendo a bailar a chalma, man.”

Buck just looks at Eddie.

Eddie holds out his hand, palm up, in an explanatory gesture and translates for Buck. “It's kinda like… Not a cat's chance in hell, mi amigo.”

It always feels so, so good whenever Buck is reminded of just how well Eddie knows him; knows exactly what he needs at any given time.

“Anyways, we watched them together with Chris, you idiot.” Eddie grins at him. “And c'mon, man, you pretty much are Han Solo.” He smiles a soft little smile, then, and shrugs one shoulder. “He was always my favourite.”

The involuntary smile that blooms on Buck's face at the thinly-veiled compliment feels like stepping out of the shadows and into the light.

Then Eddie looks thoughtful, in the way only a drunk person getting thoughtful can, which basically means looking like one of the characters from Dazed and Confused (Eds showed him that movie a while back).

Eddie holds a finger up and says, “Hang on, okay, so if you're captain of the Millennium Falcon, then who does that make me?” jabbing a thumb at himself, his drink sloshing around the glass in his other hand. “And do not say Luke because I am sadly not the greatest Jedi the galaxy has ever known, regardless of how much I wanna be. Seriously, I don't care what you or Christopher say; wielding a lightsaber is much harder than it looks; Toys ‘R’ Us plastic LED version or not.”

Buck closes his eyes in condolence, placing a hand over his heart and nodding his head, trying his best to look gracious and not laugh. Buck is pretty damn good with a lightsaber, but Eds? Not so much. Former soldier or not, he always manages to knock shit over with it, or end up with it flying out of his hands and halfway across the room.

“So?” Eddie presses.

Buck looks up from being momentarily lost in remembering the last time they’d all played jedis together. Buck and Eddie had shared Eddie's purple sabre as they took it in turns to fight against Chris with his green one. Eddie has promised they'll get Buck his own, soon. A blue one, to match his eyes, Eddie had said.

“Huh?”

“Which Star Wars character would I be?” Eddie asks again, eyebrows raised in question.

“Oh, okay. The whole pantheon?” The Star Wars franchise is one Buck has taken great pleasure in getting into.

Eddie looks at Buck like Buck might be brain dead.

“Uh, obviously. Why would we limit ourselves here, man? With all the new content we've gotten in recent years—new movies, the series, animations—the world's our roast Porg, dude.” Eddie grins and flicks his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip.

Buck tries not to choke on his own saliva.

“Sure, sure,” he recovers, smiling back and nodding his head. He taps at his chin with a finger in contemplation.

Eddie then adds, “And you better not say Chewbacca, hombre. I am nowhere near hairy enough for that.”

Buck desperately tries not to think about just how hairy Eddie might be. He's showered with Eddie at the station plenty of times, but has always had to try really, really hard to not openly stare at Eddie's amazing body.

It's only just now dawning on Buck that he has always really, really wanted to.

“Nah, that's probably gotta be Bobby,” Buck grins, glad of the distraction. “But not because he's hairy, more like occasionally short tempered but loyal to a fault, with the biggest heart I've maybe ever known. And somebody who just like, takes care of everybody else, y’know?”

“Yeah, that tracks.” Eddie looks fond. “Although I think I might know somebody else with a heart just as big. Bigger, even, maybe… But don't tell Cap I said that.”

They both smile, Buck thinking about how telling Bobby about this conversation would go, and about how Eddie was probably talking about Christopher, who, come to think of it, definitely has the biggest heart of anyone Buck knows.

Buck then takes a moment to think seriously about the question Eddie posed, and finds himself having to look up at the ceiling to escape Eddie's now pretty intense gaze.

Pretty. Intense.

Definitely two Tequila Drunk Eddie traits—although, Eddie is just pretty all the time.

Everybody knows that.

After a little more thought, Buck comes to his conclusion.

“Okay. Honestly? I cannot choose just one, Eds. So it's gotta be a total tie breaker between…” he makes a drum roll on Eddie's calf with his forefingers, “The Mandalorian and Princess Leia.”

Eddie considers this a moment, then says, “You think I'd look good in either a metal helmet that covers my entire head… or a gold bikini?”

Buck smiles wryly. “Both? Both is good,” he jokes, quoting The Road To El Dorado knowing Eddie will get the reference. Christopher loves that movie, almost as much as Buck and Eddie do.

“So you're saying you wanna get me half-naked, but cover up my face?” Eddie asks, one brow now raised in a way that doesn't exactly scream annoyance or disdain, or even shock.

Buck feels the blush creep up his neck and his cheeks flush a hot red. He hopes Eddie will blame the Tequila.

“I don't know whether to be flattered or offended, Buck.”

Before Buck can think about what he's saying, he's answering, “I'd never wanna hide a face like that, Eds.”

Oh, shit.

How the hell is Buck gonna charm his way out of that particular slip-up?

i don't have many ppl to tag yet, but i'm gonna tag @inell @rosieposiepuddingnpie @sortasirius @angela-feelstoomuch and @woodchoc-magnum for if any you guys wanna post smthng—and anybody else who wants to join in and do the thing!

#buddie #drunk!buddie #getting together #buddie wip #sunday snippet #writing tag game #buddie fic #fanfic #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #911 #911 fic #qww writes #qww wips

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sometimesanalice · 1 year ago

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Hello, Alexa!☺️

How are you?

A bit of a random Q, but! I remember you saying that the first fanfic you wrote

was ‘Oh Christmas Tree' and I was just wondering if there was any other fandoms

you ever thought about writing for? Even if you don’t want to publish them! :) An even more general question, what other fandoms would you say you're into?

I know it's a little random, but I just love hearing about other people's interests/loves! 🥰

(I’m sorry if you’ve answered these in some way before)

Have a lovely weekend!

Hi Bo!! 🌟 I'm so good! I'm having the best afternoon with some coffee and a treat from Trader Joe's and working on a fluffy oneshot! I hope you're doing well! I love seeing you pop in my inbox!

The call of Bradley with a pine tree allergy and getting his best girl a fluffy pink one was too strong for me to resist! It was such a new thing for me that I wrote the whole thing on the notes app on my phone, it didn't even cross my mind to open a word doc for it, lol.

It's such a funny thing that for the years and years that I've jotted down ideas and dialogue that I never once thought of actually sitting down and trying my hand at writing fanfic until last year!

More for you under the cut!

My first foray into fandom and fanfic was when I was a nugget out there wilding on fanfic.net and shipping Clark/Lana from Smallville and Padme/Anakin from Star Wars. (back when I didn't even know what shipping meant, lol)

In college, I didn't have much time to read books because of all the school work, so I turned to fanfic again and got really into The Hunger Games. Dandelion Peeta had my heart, and all the modern AUs really softened the dystopian angst. That fandom had so many truly terrific writers, ones that I still follow even today.

Which is how I ended up becoming a big The 100 girlie. Some of my favorite THG authors started posting and writing for a couple of the main characters on that show and I was hooked. (it's been a lot of fun to learn that some of my fav TGM babes were also the 100 babes, so we've trauma bonded over it, haha)

And let me tell you, I need to be financially COMPENSATED by the CW for the chokehold this man had on me for like 5 years. (the hair! the gravely voice! the chin dimple! the biceps! the grumpy king with a heart of gold!)

If I was going to write for another fandom, it would be that one. Bellarke (bellamy blake and clarke griffin) still has my heart. At the height of it, I was spending hours every day reading fic for them. The chemistry between them was bananas and every week I was waiting on baited breath for any little interaction between them. It's funny now because the actors are actually married now, haha! The show gave us crumbs and went out with such a tragic whimper, but the fandom and the incredible talent there is probably why I was so invested and still read fics about them on AO3.

When I reread my favorite series The Winners Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski I fall DEEP into an Arin/Kestrel spiral. It's such an underrated YA series that I'm pretty sure I've read every piece of fanfiction that's out there (which isn't nearly enough) at least 5 times.

There was a brief Jon Snow/Daenerys Targaryen GOT era, but it was short lived.

I also like the Darkling/Alina dynamic from Shadow and Bone. I read the series when the books first came out before the show, and wasn't particularly enamored with them as a couple. But then they had to go and cast the pretty bearded attention whore that is Ben Barnes and I had simply no choice but to ship, lol.

I always joke and say that I don't pick the hyperfixations, that they choose me. But it's really true. The 100 ended in 2020 and I didn't have anything really capture my attention in the same way until TGM. This is the first fandom that I've really participated in, like getting to know other people and creating content! And it's been so wonderful!

Oof! Well, this got out of control quickly, lol. This was such a fun ask to get! I haven't been asked before, so I really went off the deep end here giving you my full life fandom history, haha!

#answers from alexa #inbox 💌#this got out of control very quickly lol #i am also very happy to rec fics to anyone if we have some of the same fandom interests!

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legostarwarsgame · 5 months ago

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TT's Masterpiece: The Best LEGO Star Wars Game Yet

As we dove into it, not only did we have a blast reliving the epic moments of the series with these sick new levels, but it also reignited our inner Star Wars nerds, making us want to buy Xbox games to explore even more of the galaxy far, far away. We’re not talking about some back-of-the-store dweeb lamenting about not knowing Star Wars Masters of Teräs Käsi lore. Nope, this is about vibing with another mega-fan over how epic Duel of the Fates is or cracking up over prequel memes. You can totally tell when a dev is all about their game, and it's rare to find one where that’s so obvious. It feels like TT knew this was their last shot to do the series right, and they didn’t just nail it—they made what’s probably the dopest Lego game ever and honestly, one of the best Star Wars games out there.

Explore 20+ Planets with Shorter, More Focused Levels

Looking at it from a third-person view, Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga is way more lit than the old Lego games. If you’re thinking of how to buy PS5 games that offer this kind of upgrade, this title is a standout choice. Sure, there’s still some of that classic “smash, build, repeat” vibe, but the game switches things up so fast that you never get bored of what you’re doing. Lightsaber duels are on point, the third-person shooting feels super smooth, and while melee combat could use a little more spice, that’s pretty much the only gripe with the revamped gameplay. The Skywalker Saga covers all nine movies from the main Star Wars saga, with each film split into five levels. Plus, between these levels, you get to chill on over 20 planets with tons of open areas to explore. To avoid feeling repetitive, the levels are way shorter than in past Lego Star Wars games. The devs used these shorter levels to make the world feel bigger and more focused, which is a solid trade-off.

Abundant Side Quests with Unique Humor and References

The Skywalker Saga is packed with that classic Lego game humor, but TT Games has seriously upped their game. If you're looking to buy PS5 games that deliver this level of fun and comedy, it's easily one of the funniest games we’ve played in ages. You’ve got the usual Lego slapstick, killer sight gags, and solid voice acting that, while not an exact match for the real actors, totally works. With 45 levels, you’ll definitely feel like you’ve gotten a full Star Wars experience by the end. And if that’s not enough, there are 140 side missions to tackle. Yeah, you read that right—140 side missions, 731 puzzles, 135 level challenges, and 380 characters. There’s an insanely huge amount to do in The Skywalker Saga. Some side quests are quick and easy, but a lot of them are pretty involved, each packed with unique, hilarious writing. It’s clear that the devs had a blast stuffing this game with jokes and references.

Great Replay Value Despite Story Hiccups in LEGO Star Wars

Lego Star Wars: The Skywalker Saga is straight-up one of the best Lego games ever for me—it totally takes me back to my childhood with just a flick of the lightsaber. This game is hands down the biggest, most epic, and best-looking Lego game we've ever seen! With its killer soundtrack, solid gameplay, massive amount of content, and a bunch of different settings, I’m definitely gonna keep coming back to it. It’s a bummer about the story hiccups and the times it pulls you out of the experience; otherwise, it’d totally get a ten. But if you're a Star Wars or Lego fan, you'll probably vibe with it big time.

#lego star wars

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kopykunoichi · 2 years ago

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Well said. You touch on a lot of good points in this.

With the character development, I think because we had so much Hunter/Wrecker/Crosshair in season one, it made sense for them to let them be in the background a bit while they focus more on Echo and Tech this go around. It's not that the others aren't being developed, it's just not the focus. Hunter is insecure, off-balance, and in a stagnant state of leadership (which, in and of itself is development, albeit it's a step backwards which often precedes an epiphany and then growth). Wrecker is similarly floundering alongside Omega with all the changes that are taking place. His dialogue being reduced to grousing and growling shows his mental state...which is not good right now. Tech seems to be taking things a bit more in stride, but as we were plainly told last week - he's feeling things just as strongly as everyone else. But he has also had a taste of the possibilities in life outside their skill set, and that's important. Echo is experiencing most of the positive growth. He has finally had enough of the self-serving missions and the constant laboring for characters of ill repute. He wants to help people. He wants to have a purpose that matters. Some may argue that he's just going back to what he knows, but that's not the case. He's fighting against the very machine that bred and conditioned him to be a slave to its will. He's helping his brothers escape that slavery. He's purposely doing what the Bad Batch accidentally did in Retrieval...and yes, intent matters. Accidentally helping people doesn't make you a hero, as you put it. Heroes are selfless. Right now, Echo is the only hero in this story...and Omega is trying to be when she can.

The other thing I wanted to add to was the topic of fan expectations. I expected there to be a bit more conflict between Hunter and Echo, and I was actually glad that wasn't the case. They handled it in a very mature way and I refuse to be disappointed because we didn't get an onscreen blow-up. Sure, it makes for more drama, but drama for the sake of drama really doesn't mean better writing. Now, there is the possibility of more conflict when Echo is reunited with the batch. Perhaps Omega will push the others to join him and Echo will encourage that and Hunter will be roused to anger. Who knows? People go into shows with expectations, but I think there's a difference between going in with "high" expectations and "specific" expectations. I don't think people are disappointed because the episodes are poorly written or the show is not great (we've had some of the best Star Wars animation episodes ever in this season). The issue is that people have a specific way they want this story to be told and when it isn't told that way, they complain that it's "filler" or "boring" or "not dark enough". The reality is, The Bad Batch is not what a lot of fans thought it would be. Some of us (like me, a mom of four who loves to watch Star Wars with my kids) were pleasantly surprised. Others (like the fan boys who thought this was going to be the bloody adventures of a crack commando team) were disappointed. But dragging a show because it didn't meet your expectations is the height of childishness. If you don't like it, quit watching. There are 20 other Star Wars shows or movies to choose from that can meet the parameters of your preferences. Go watch those, and leave my delightful idiots and their impulsive tiny sister alone.

Plus, we're getting more Rex content, even if it's crumbs, so complainers need to shut their pie-holes. I need more of him walking around in space jeans like I need air.

Thoughts On Negative Feedback About TBB

Spoilers for TBB Season 2

So once again I am going to give some thoughts on some Bad Batch opinions I've seen floating around on Twitter. Just like last time, I want to preface this by saying that I mean no disrespect to the people who wrote these posts, everyone is entitled to their opinion, and I actually agree with them in some way but we'll get onto that.

I've seen some main points going around (and some slightly less common ones) so I'm going to break those down. But one of the running themes I see through a lot of opinions is this idea that this season has introduced a lot of plot threads that don't seem to have gone very far. Now I understand where this is coming from but I don't want to get too sidetracked by this because at the end of the day, we still have 6 episodes left and there will be a good chance that things will become more relevant by the end. Saying that, I do understand the frustration that comes from an interesting plot thread being dropped and then hardly (if even) addressed for multiple episodes.

But let's get more into the breakdown.

What's Happening With Cid?

Now this is one I can understand the frustration of because I'm still trying to wrap my head around why the Batch still choose to work for her. I can understand if they see it as their only option, but she's been untrustworthy from the beginning and it's getting worse this season, even if she hasn't appeared as much.

The Batch aren't stupid, we know this, but they still don't seem to be addressing the fact that Cid is screwing them over and has been doing so the whole time. Especially since Ep 10, where they were faced with an entire group of people being manipulated by their employer and no-one in the Batch went "oh hold on, this scenario seems familiar". Employers screwing over their workers to keep more profits with very little concern for their welfare? I wonder where we've seen that before.

They've even addressed the fact that Cid is untrustworthy multiple times this season and yet none of them seem to be doing anything about it. Also, that whole thing from Millegi about Cid having a dark past and not being one to trust? When are we going back to that? I assume that it'll be covered in an episode like "Tipping Point" if them realising that they can't work for Cid leads to them joining the Rebellion (remember, this is just a theory).

But why has it taken the Batch so long??? Cid has been untrustworthy from when she first appeared in S1. Is it really going to take until Episode 14 of this season for them to actually do anything about it?

Like I said, for them it may be because they see this as their only option, that without this they have nothing to live on, but I totally understand how frustrating it is to see them being manipulated like this over and over again and have nothing be done about it.

Episode 10 Goes Round in Circles

I do kind of understand this one as well. For me, this ep didn't really add a whole lot and there were some interesting plot ideas that could have been addressed that weren't. But I'm not going to pile on it too badly because I also understand that this episode was supposed to be a breather and it's always unlikely that every episode is going to be incredible. So I'm just going to touch on what I've seen other people saying.

The main complaint I've seen about this episode is that it doesn't really give us any development with anyone. Tech has some moments of just being Tech (although one of his lines from the end is another point I'm gonna touch on), Hunter is just his usual self, Omega is being Omega but it's not really adding a whole lot, and most of Wrecker's dialogue this episode was him growling at people (some more lines would have been great).

I think a big part of why this isn't working for people is because some of the other episodes (including Ep 9) have been very emotionally driven and this one just falls a bit flat in comparison. Not every episode is going to end up being really deep and complex though so I can understand why the creators have done this. But I also don't think that there's anything special enough about the plot of this episode to make up for it.

I've already touched on the whole "manipulative employer" thing so I'm not going to go back over that, but one of these other ideas I saw people bringing up was how interesting it could've been for the Batch to talk more about their lives as soldiers, especially when faced with a bunch of children who have been manipulated into thinking that the people they work under actually care about them. The Batch were raised to be soldiers by Kaminoans, meaning that they didn't get a chance to really be kids (key message throughout this season) and these workers have spent their childhoods being manipulated into thinking that they're doing a good job and are being cared for because of it.

I do think that it would have been an interesting narrative to delve into and maybe would have given the episode more weight. But it would have also been quite heavy for a "breather" episode.

Selfish Batchers

This is an interesting point that I didn't necessarily clock onto while watching the episode but totally got it when I saw it on Twitter.

At the end of the episode, Omega is talking about how there are so many people in the galaxy like Mokko and like the Empire, to which Tech responds that there are also a lot of people out there like the Batch (i.e. people who can help others). Except this line feels a bit arrogant considering the fact that in this episode (and I don't want to sound like a hater here) they literally did the bare minimum.

They didn't go in to try and save the miners, they went in to get the Marauder back. The kids were just helped in the middle of that. Tech almost acts like they saved the kids when really, if they could've avoided going anywhere near Mokko they would have. Killing Mokko to save the miners wasn't in the plan, he was just getting in the way of them escaping. And really I think this is interesting to talk about because a lot of what the Batch does is for their own self-gain. We know this. But it's interesting to see that that hasn't necessarily registered with them.

I don't have an issue with flawed heroes, but so far the Batch are yet to acknowledge this flaw. The Batch are constantly portrayed as heroes, which in some ways they are, but labelling them as heroes because some people happened to be helped when they were saving themselves is a bit odd. Omega is the only one that actually asks the kids what they're going to do next. The guys are just happy the ship is back.

It's interesting that aside from Omega, the only person who has very clearly shown a desire to help anyone but himself is Echo, who left.

Once again, this may become a part of a realisation for the Batch later down the line and they are driven to join the rebellion. But really, a lot of the "saving people" that the Batch does is because it happens by chance (like in this episode) or they get paid to do it (aka some of the missions they do in S1). It's slightly odd that they are constantly lorded as heroes (and somewhat see themselves that way) when a lot of what they do is with selfish intentions.

(I didn't expect to write that much in that section. Oops.)

Focus on the Batchers

This actually ties into something I was going to make separate post about so I'm just going to drop it all in here!

One of the complaints I'm seeing is that some of the Batchers don't feel like they're getting much development this season, mainly Wrecker and Hunter. Now obviously this is interesting to me because these two are really the only ones who got much attention in S1.

One of my biggest gripes about S1 is that it felt more like the Hunter & Omega Show rather than The Bad Batch, so I actually like the fact that we've been given more focus on the other Batchers this season. Really, the focus feels a little more spread out in some episodes, rather than every episode seemingly revolving around either Hunter or Wrecker.

But I can understand where some of the frustration is coming from. Personally, I actually prefer Hunter this season but that's because giving the other members some time to grow has given us a chance to see how they all influence each other and where Hunter plays into all of that. It feeds into the idea that they're a team and not a bunch of stragglers following around this one person.

I do wonder how much the disappointment comes from the fact that we got so much Hunter in S1 that any less than that almost feels like nothing. Sure, I don't necessarily feels like there's a whole lot of growth but I think there have been some really interesting moments with Hunter this season, like Ep 5 giving us a chance to see his growing insecurities about Omega no longer relying on them as much as she once did.

Wrecker has also had some time to shine this season, but I do agree that it would've been nice to see him have some more dialogue in Episode 10. Him being reduced to mostly growling at people for a chunk of the episode was a little tiring after a while. He can be scary with words!

Really, I'm not totally mad about this but that might be because Echo and Tech are two of my favourites, so I'm just glad to see them getting some more love this season.

Although I feel like this entire debate over whether characters are getting enough focus does suggest that there's a struggle to give every character their due focus when they're all together.

Hunter vs Echo Conflict

Finally onto the last point!

This is one that I actually kind of agree with and I think it has something to do with what we were teased before the season came out.

Echo's goodbye was obviously very moving and there seems to be decent number of people that agree that it was a good episode. But some people felt like there should've been more of the Hunter-Echo conflict before that happened and I partially agree. Personally, I think that the little details throughout each episode help indicate what Echo is thinking and where he's planning on going. Little looks at Hunter, brief comments on certain missions, it all makes sense that he was going to go.

However, I do agree that there wasn't as much of the actual conflict between Hunter and Echo as I expected. In an interview before S2, the creators said that there would be a lot of conflict between Rex, Echo and the Batch and this gave me the impression that we were going to have more actual disputes than we did. Other than the spat they had in Episode 1, there hasn't been as much back and forth between Hunter and Echo as expected. They clearly have different ideas of where they want to go but it's more a conflict of interest than actual conflict.

I don't think it helped that Echo didn't do a whole lot for some of the episodes. We were told that Echo would be given more focus this season and that his disagreements with Hunter would be at the forefront of that. But then he disappears for 2 episodes and doesn't do a whole lot in Episode 5. He's got some more stuff in Ep 6, but the conflict isn't really addressed a whole lot there and then he leaves in Episode 8. And I find it a little odd that they specifically mentioned Rex as well. The Batch don't really have conflict with Rex. Sure, they don't go with him, but that isn't really what I'd call conflict. It feels like we were promised more conflict than we got.

And maybe that's the issue here. We set our expectations too high. We had all this time to concoct an idea as to what was going to happen this season and then it didn't do that. The bits that did address the disagreements were good, but did we maybe hope for more than we were ever going to get? For me, I feel like the interviews were a little bit misleading, but that may just be because I set myself up to expect more.

This may be another thing that gets addressed later on but I'm not entirely sure where more of that conflict is going to come into play. Maybe Rex, Echo and the Batch teaming up to help people like Crosshair but still being at odds? I don't know. I'm not sure where that bits going tbf.

Concluding Thoughts

Overall, I think that there are some interesting points that have been made about Episode 10 and the series as a whole. I definitely think that it's going to be a collection of opinions that people may disagree with here or there but that's the nature of the show. It's interesting to see what people think.

A lot of it may just be a case of having to sit on it and see how the entire show pans out because at the moment we still have 6 episodes to go. But it'll be interesting to see what points of contention will be addressed/sorted. I also think a lot of it is down to expectations. People set their expectations too high and now that they're not being met, it's influencing their enjoyment of the show. I also want to add that I am saying that as someone who has also had to put their expectations aside to truly appreciate some of the episodes.

This show isn't perfect, but no show ever will be. Personally, I prefer this season to the last, but I do still have my issues with it here or there. I'm curious to see where people's preferences end up by the end of the show.

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purpureumwrites · 2 years ago

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Azriel x Witch!Reader | Electric Blue Ch. 3

Pairing: Azriel x Reader Chapters: Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 4 Word count: 1.7k Warnings: None Summary: Reader is half-breed witch, insecure but powerful, who just can’t resist Azriel. New plans are going ahead, it might be time to let go? Tagged: @fussel9913 A/N: So reader powers are basically those of Storm (X-Men) in case someone was wondering, just a mini version of them. Also a lot of Cassian this chapter, it's a bit of a transition one, some light hearted content before the slow burn ahead. Hope you enjoy!

The Illyrians, as predicted, were starting to grow impatient. There was no war to fight, no challenge to overcome, no army to best. You were completely oblivious to the situation until Cassian approached you one night. You were sitting down in the roof, enjoying the stars and the moon in the sky, the soft breeze of the final days of summer with a cup of tea in your hands. You watched him land gracefully before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you. He seemed to be preparing himself to ask you something, trying to find the most convincing way of doing so. You repressed a smile at his body language, aware of the topic that he was about to bring up. Nesta had told you the day before.

"Hi, Cass"

"Enjoying that tea?", he smiled.

"Yeah, do you want one?", you offered.

"No. I'm...", he looked forward to the city of Velaris. "I want to talk to you"

"Sure"

"We've been dealing with some restlessness in the camps, and I was wondering if you would be willing to help"

"I'm willing to listen", you answered putting your cup down.

"That's all I could ask for. You are really talented with magic and you have that amazing gift to control the weather"

"Oh, don't flatter me", you chuckled and he winked at you in return.

If you could just fall in love with someone like Cassian. A man so honest and sweet, emotionally mature and understanding, close and kind to everyone, patient. It was hard not to think how easy things could be. But maybe easy wasn't for you. Not like you had difficult either. You instead had a whole lot of nothing.

"I want to bring you to the Windhaven camps"

"I mean... I see where this is going, but the idea of a camp full of illyrians is not very... appetizing?"

“I know, but I’m the general and I have to ensure our court’s armies are not in shambles. If another war was to take place, we need to be ready”

“And you want me to…?”

“I want you to make them suffer, to be completely honest. Many of them think they have nothing else to learn, that they can defeat any enemy that stands up to them, but they can’t. You know how close we were to lose against Hybern. We can’t afford a rebellion in the ranks”, he sighed, he must have been concerned about this issue for a while now, trying to find a solution. “You can give them the harshest climate conditions they’ve ever been on. They might be used to the snow and the cold in the mountains, but they haven’t had the chance to experience much more. It’s not just my job as their general to keep them well trained and busy, it is also my duty to Rhys to make sure our army can protect this court”

It was obvious he was a good general, but you had never see him talking about this topic firsthand. He really cared, even if the illyrians refused to respect him, or Rhys or Azriel, the way they should. He had no problem putting his own issues with them aside and choosing to do the right thing.

“Let’s say I will go up there”, you began. “Is Rhysand aware of this?”

“He is, and he agrees it’s a good idea. I’m not sure how he didn’t come up with it before I did”, he smiled timidly.

“You underestimate yourself sometimes, Cass.”

He gave you a grateful look.

“Apart from the whole ”camp with a bunch of winged warriors“ thing, you know I don’t have much practice at this, right? Most of the time I affect the weather without realizing and the times I do it intentionally it’s because I’ve been triggered by something”

“Oh, I noticed”

You kicked in the ribs and he chuckled.

“It’s a chance for you to train as well, not just for them”, he got up and stretched his wings. “Come on, give me a yes”, he said extending his hand down to you with a smile on his beautiful face.

No wonder even Nesta couldn’t resist this man.

“Okay, yes”, you answered reaching out to him before he pulled you up and hugged you.

***

Rhysand stood over the table in his new kitchen, another one of the tastefully styled rooms by Feyre when he gifted the new house to her. Cassian and you sat down next to each other, while Azriel watched from the doorway, resting against the frame.

"What radius are we talking about?", Rhys asked.

"I'm not sure, I haven't done much more than a relatively small area above me. But we could use the opportunity to check"

"It could be interesting"

“I’d like to reiterate that I don’t have that much control over this power”

"That sounds to me like even a better reason to train then"

“Rhysand”, Azriel said suddenly. “A word”

The fae’s smile banished when he gave Azriel a questioning look. You observed them exit into the hallway and gave Cassian a confused look. At first, their words were barely a murmur, you noticed Cassian frowning but you didn’t really understand why until their voices raised enough to be heard by your human ears too.

"… and what makes you think they will just accept this? They're a bunch of retrogrades, they won't like the idea of a woman just coming in and making their training turn to hell", Azriel questioned Rhysand.

"You can go keep an eye on her whenever you want. Besides, she’s free to choose what she wants to do. And you won’t keep questioning her judgement. Or mine"

Only silence as an answer.

Cassian shrugged at you when he realized you could also hear Azriel and Rhys arguing in the other room.

"Even I can hear them from here", you whispered.

"He's not wrong, you know, about the men in Windhaven. I'm sure you have heard Emerie talk about it before. It won't be a pleasant experience"

"Don't coddle me, Cass, I'm not expecting it to be. I will go there, figure out some things about my powers, annoy them as much as I can and be back home… right?"

"Right", he winked.

Neither of them came back again. When Cassian got up and headed to the streets of Velaris you followed him, guessing that Rhysand had talked directly to him telepathically. You didn’t understand what the big deal was, why Azriel seemed so bothered by the plan and why Rhysand sounded so irritated at hisfriend. Had something happened between them?

***

The Windhaven camp. Full of illyrian warriors who made it clear they didn’t accept your presence there. As Azriel winnowed Cassian and you there, the cold wind hit you. They conducted all the introductions between you and Devlon, the war-lord of the camp. He didn’t seem too happy by the idea of having you wandering around the place but looked curious about the ordeal.

For your initial presentation, Cassian requested for you to turn the climate in the camp to that of the hottest day in the Summer Court. As you stared briefly at the sky, the temperature rised, the skies cleared and the air turned heavy. The warriors started to feel uncomfortable in their leather suits. Devlon nodded and they had a talk about the strategic benefits of the training and agreed on your schedule. You stood close to Azriel until the illyrian left.

The plan was for Azriel to winnow Cassian and you several times a week to the camp. You would follow the training plan Devlon and Cassian had agreed, just two or three hours in the morning, until Azriel got back and took you to Velaris again.

At the end of your first week, you decided to take a walk to Emerie’s shop. You talked to her quite a few times when you went up to the House of Wind to see Nesta and you had grown quite comfortable with each other. When you entered, she greeted you with a smile and offered some tea.

“How is your first week going?”, she asked.

“Well enough? The testosterone here might be too much for me”

She chuckled. “Yeah, I know”

“I hope you’re not having a hard time with the crazy weather changes. I have a whole list of meteorologic conditions that I have to produce… I’m not even sure I know how to”, you shrugged. “But they seem to be enjoying the challenge”

“Especially since the one challenging them it’s a woman. They won’t allow themselves to be defeated by a small thing like you”

If there was someone who knew how backwards and brutal illyrians could be, it was definitely her.

“You’re pretty close to Nesta”, she changed the subject while she handed you a cup. “How come you’ve never been to our trainings? I doubt she hasn’t tried to convince you to practice with us”

“She has but… I’m not a very physical person, to be honest”

“Come to watch, nothing else”

“I’m not sure…”

“Please?”

“Only to watch. No tricks”

“No tricks”, she smiled.

“Nesta is going to kill me”

You both laughed.

***

You flew to the House of Wind. You didn’t usually utilize that skill but there was no way you could survive the ten thousand steps it would take to get there otherwise.

As you dropped carefully on the ground, the girls were already practicing some kind of movements under Azriel’s supervision. You walked up to them. Emerie smiled at you, happy you had decided to visit, and Nesta mouthed a traitor, making you chuckle.

“How did you get here? ”, asked Azriel when he heard you, his arms crossed over his chest.

“I flew”

“You flew?”

“I can fly”, you insisted. “I mean, more like… levitate? I’ll admit it’s not as graceful or practical as your wings”

He frowned.

“You didn’t know?”. You couldn’t repress a laugh.

“I’ve been taking you up here every single time for the last few weeks”

“Because you’re that nice?”

“… because you can’t fly and you will have a cardiac arrest getting up those stairs”

“I can fly”

You stared at each other.

“You’re a terrible spymaster”, you teased before laughing again.

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar x reader #acotar #acotar azriel #electric blue

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levitatingbiscuits · 2 years ago

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Truly wild how people in this fandom will use any excuse to turn Star Wars content that isn't about Jedi to spout more anti Jedi takes. Like aren't these fans tired? I'm happy Andor is doing well in showing us just how cruel and terrifying the Empire is without needing to feature Favroni OCs in every other episode, and I hope it continues to do so. However that doesn't mean stories about Jedi and the Force are suddenly no longer meaningful to this universe? They were persecuted and nearly wiped out by fascist rule, you can't separate them from the horrors of the Empire. As an Asian person, I still see people constantly claim how values that are important to Buddhism are why Jedi deserved their own genocide. It's disgusting. Personally I'd love to see more of BOTH in the future, well written stories that focus on rebels and also on Jedi rebuilding their culture. Lbr we've barely had any Post ROTJ content really showing this.

Also anyone who thinks we've already had a lot of decent Jedi content is lying, not when Filoni is too busy giving us stories that don't do justice to Mace or anyone else from the council besides his OCs. I want Asian writers who are able to tell beautiful stories of the Force philosophy without misinterpreting "attachments" like so many Star Wars writers have already done. Like you all realize you can celebrate good Star Wars stories without bringing up how you are glad a religious group, nearly eradicated by the Empire, is absent and should stay absent in future Star Wars media? I've had enough.

Star Wars desperately needs Asian and Buddhist writers if we're ever gonna do the Jedi justice. Lucas tried his best on the philosophy, but he also used some clearly racist stereotypes when designing many alien characters. Plus the Bad Batch show apparently had an evil Asian character commit a sci fi Tiananmen Square, so Lucas's successors are also racist.

And the fandom is a massive shitshow. It is incredibly uncomfortable to see rhetoric used IN REAL LIFE to minimize or deny or victim blame victims of genocide in fucking fandom discussions. STAR WARS IS FOR KIDS, KIDS KNOW MASS MURDER IS EVIL, SO WHY THE FUCK CAN'T ADULTS GRASP THIS?

The Empire is evil BECAUSE it's genocidal. The Jedi were its first and primary target. We really deserve to see them rebuild and thrive, but what did Disney do? Kill them off AGAIN. Destroy their last remaining relics. What a great message for kids.

One reason I liked Visions so much was because it was clearly made by people who actually understand the real-life philosophy that inspired the Jedi, and thus actually appreciate them. And what did Western fans do? Whine about there being too many Jedi. In STAR WARS. Literally go watch something else, no one's stopping you.

I haven't seen Andor yet, but I'm glad it's good! I'm trying to avoid Star Wars burnout. I can't consume too many Star Wars things at once, and TV series are a huge time commitment. Plus I think it'll make me very sad, considering how poor Cassian's story ends :(

#i haven't even seen every ep of tcw yet lmao #anonymous #fandom racism #also i don't have Disney plus #and pirating usually gives me super low quality stuff

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voteformightyclocks · 2 years ago

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Star Wars in 2023: My Thoughts

I decided that, with the new year, I'd compile a few of my thoughts for some of my personally most anticipated projects

The Bad Batch Season 2

The Bad Batch is in a very comfortable area of Star Wars right now. It has little real room to fail, and a lot of potential for growth. While it definitely has the potential to be horrible, I'm sure it's going to be really fun

2. The Mandalorian Season 3

The Mandalorian is also in a pretty comfortable place right now. It doesn't have as much room to grow and soar as former seasons, nor does it seem like it'll necessarily blow me away, however it's also got little chance of failure

3. Jedi: Survivor

Survivor is one of those projects where I've let go of all of my fears and have complete and utter hope. Can it fail? Yes, horrible. Will it? I'm very confident it won't. My biggest fear is that the game won't be accessible enough

4. Ahsoka

Ahsoka is, in my mind, the biggest coin flip in Star Wars history. I feel it has the potential to be worse than the Holiday Special, but equal potential to be the best Star Wars content we've ever had, whether it be the Lucas Era or the Disney Era. This thing could be epic or it could be a flop, but I'm cautiously optimistic

5. Skeleton Crew

This is one of my favorite concepts Star Wars has released in a long time, however I'm concerned that the execution may not be top notch, and I'm still confused about who the target audience is supposed to be

6. Star Wars Hunters

This should have had a full release so long ago, but it keeps getting delayed. I'm hopeful that the U.S.A. will finally have it this year, but not certain. It looks fun as a free game, but I question it's longevity and don't think I'll end up playing it for more than a week

#the bad batch #the mandalorian #ahsoka show #jedi: survivor #skeleton crew #star wars hunters #lucasfilm #star wars #star wars 2023 #voteformightyclocks

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jedi-order-apologist · 2 years ago

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Not too surprising that The Village Bride won! But every episode has its fans (again, not a surprise, since they're all so good), even if some (like Akakiri) didn't do as well as I expected.

It was hard to choose, but I went with The Elder as my favorite.

#sw visions #star wars visions #polls #the only one i was 'meh' on was the twins #it's not bad it just didn't compel me as much as all the others #as far as the sibling conflict plot went i liked lop and ochô much better #on the whole visions was very very good though #some of the best star wars content we've ever had

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hardlystrictlystarwars · 3 years ago

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New Prompt list // OMFG THIS IS SO LATE BUT THANK YOU!!!! 😊

Words cannot put into what I have been feeling since we hit 200!!! It's absolutely insane and I can't grasp the concept that there are over 200 of you supporting this lil' hobby of mine.

Anyways, I put some old and new prompts down on the list. Feel free to send in requests. I am also thinking of opening my blog up to characters outside of Star Wars, and also working on more Peter Parker stuff. Let me know if you have any ideas or characters you like to see.

I also have a bunch of stuff coming, it mostly written and want to post it(I just have to finish and edit them).

But thank you for sticking with me through periods of stress, no content, milestones, and just my blog bloggin'. Overall, I can't thank you enough for every like, reblog and comment. Thank you for supporting my blog🥰

**I've added some scenarios to my prompt list so please let me know if you put a number if you wish for it to be the quote or the scenario prompt!! Thank you!!

Quotes:

“You’re just not the same anymore”

“Don’t look at me like that”

"Promise we'll meet again?"

“Don’t leave”

"I'll forgive the galaxy, because you're in it"

“your kisses mean the world to me.”

“just one more kiss.” “i can’t. i’ll be late for work.”

‘’you can’t claim to love someone, and then go and do what you just did.’’

“What made you change sides?”

"When did you stop loving me?"

"You left without saying goodbye."

"This is the third time you've broken a promise to me, I'm starting to think you are doing it on purpose."

"I know you're tired, but you have to stay awake."

"If I asked you to stay, would you?"

"I can braid your hair for you- I mean, only if you want."

''i don't know if i can do this.'' ''you can, and you will. just put on your best smile. you'll woo [them]. just like you wooed me.''

“Those things I said to you...I just wish I could go back and stop myself from ever saying them.” “There are things I regret too. But we’re here now. Together.”

“People can stay, you know? It’s possible.”

" Yeah we're together, just not right now. "

“You left!”

“Do you have any idea on what you’ve done?”

“Is that a threat?” “Its a promise.”

“It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”

“It’s pouring rain, why are you here?”

“Please don’t make me choose.”

“Are you drunk?” “...No.”

"I worked my ass off on this and you just had to walk right over my effort!"

'' i can't be who you want me to be. ''

“hey…” [hesitates] “be safe, alright?”

"you didn't have to say anything, y'know.."

“where were you last night ? ”

“i saw you. i saw you two together! ”

"maybe there's another universe where we have a happy ending we've always wanted"

Request your own!

Scenarios

enemies to lovers...but they were childhood friends

sharing an umbrella

they got the same gift for each other…again

one waking up before the other, so they make up their side of the bed and can’t help but tuck in their sleeping lover as they do so.

the bed is big enough for two people without touching, but unfortunately there is only one blanket

we kissed last night but we have to pretend like nothing happened

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jenstar1992-2 · 4 years ago

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Heaven

Pairing: Echo X Reader

Warnings: Some language, insinuations of sexual activities (I don’t know if that’s the right wording necessarily, but there it is), mentions of nightmares, loss, and grieving.

Word Count: 3,836

A/N: So, I'm not sure what all devices in the Star Wars universe are called, and in order to not sound completely inept, I decided to just describe the devices' functions instead of naming them and seeing as I've never come across some of these types of devices in Star Wars, I figured this was the best way to go. I hope that makes sense. Also, I have added a lyric video below for reference. I was initially going to just link an already existing lyric video for the song, but then I just decided to make one instead, using some visuals that better fit the content. Which then meant I had to create a Youtube channel just to upload the thing and link it here, because it wouldn’t let me upload directly from my laptop. 🤷🏼‍♀️ So that's there if anyone wants it, and I now have a Youtube channel for my longer edits.

It was one of those nice, quiet evenings, the kind you didn't get very often ever since you started working with The Bad Batch. They weren't necessarily the rowdiest bunch of clones you'd met, but they did seem to always find a way to interrupt you and your boyfriend's alone time.

It seemed like every time you and Echo found a quiet moment where it was just the two of you, one, if not the whole lot, of them would come barging in out of nowhere, needing something or another. Although, you were pretty sure Wrecker just did it because he thought it was funny to annoy you, and knowing that fact only annoyed you more, but you'd let it slide, always reassuring yourself that there would be a next time, one that wouldn't be intruded upon. It seemed that tonight was one of those times, seeing as the four commandos were off gathering supplies at the nearby village of the planet you were temporarily taking residence on, and you were planning on making the most of it while you could.

It didn't take you long to locate your boyfriend, despite your first impressions the Havoc Marauder was not that big of a craft, so there were only so many places he could be. You found him in the communal sleeping quarters, sitting on the bunk you two shared, datapad in hand reading something or another, as usual. You had been given your own bunk, but after your first week with the group, you realized that you preferred to just sleep together. You both had a little trouble sleeping and found that sleeping in one another's embrace seemed to keep the nightmares at bay and gave you both a much more restful sleep.

You walked over and sat beside him, sliding your arms around his middle and holding him as you rested your head on his shoulder. He chuckled and wrapped the nearest arm around you, keeping you close as he continued to read.

You smiled and let out a contented sigh. Moments like this were rare alright, which is what made you appreciate them more when they did occur. It was just nice to be able to have a sweet moment with your love without a joke being made, or the always popular, "Get a room" comment.

"Would love to", you'd say, "Only problem is, it just so happens to be everyone's room."

"Damn, doesn't that bite the big one", would come Crosshair's snide remark, as he shook his head, mocking you like the snarky ass he was.

It was a good thing that deep down you really did like these guys, or you would've kicked some asses long ago.

You reveled in this quiet moment for a while longer before peeking at the datapad in his hand and asking, "So, what are you reading this time, anything interesting, or just more boring rule books?"

He laughed and shook his head. "You know, I don't just read reg manuals", he responded, turning his head to give you a smirk.

You shrugged. "I know, but you definitely read them a lot more than anyone else I know. I'm not even sure if some of the boys have ever read them actually."

He laughed again and you smiled at the sound. "Well, I'd like to think I've been branching out more lately with my literary escapades. I'm at least trying to be more fun, wouldn't want your book worm of a boyfriend boring you to death", he said, leaning into you with a light shove before straightening up again.

You chuckled and held him a bit tighter. "Yeah, you're a book worm alright, but you’re my book worm, and you’re not boring love, far from it", you said as you pulled your head from his shoulder to meet his gaze.

His eyes softened as he looked into yours, silently thanking you for the praise. He leaned his face to yours and kissed you lovingly, and with so much softness it almost hurt when he pulled away.

You just gazed into each other's eyes for a minute before you remembered why you'd come to find him in the first place.

You unwrapped your arms from around him. "Speaking of trying to be more fun, I have something fun we could do", you said with a bright smile.

He eyed you curiously. "Oh yeah, what did you have in mind?"

You rose from the bunk to stand in front of him, grabbing the datapad from his flesh hand and tossing it on the pillow beside him, taking the now empty hand and his cybernetic one in yours and pulling him to his feet.

"You are going to indulge your girlfriend, who's been waiting all day for this mind you, with a dance", you replied, smile still taking over your features.

He cocked an eyebrow, as if your response surprised him. "Huh, definitely not what I thought you were going to say", he said.

"And what did you think I was going to say", you asked with a smirk as you went to your original bunk above your shared one and pulled out a small electronic device, typing away on it, searching for something.

"Well, I, um... I thought, uh...", Echo stammered, as he rubbed the back of his neck, still searching for the right words. He cleared his throat before saying, "Uh, nothing, nothing, so a dance, huh?"

You shook your head and chuckled at his nervous behavior, you knew exactly what he thought you'd meant, but you weren't going to embarrass him any further.

"Yes, a dance", you replied, finding the audio file you'd been searching for and pulling it up. You then connected the device to the small amplifying device on the table across the room.

"That sounds nice cyare, but I don't know how to dance", he confessed shyly.

You smiled and looked to him. "Then I'll teach you", you told him, pressing on the file to play it and setting the device back on the bed.

As the soft music filled the room, you walked to your now flustered looking boyfriend, taking him by the hand and then slowly guiding him to take your hips. He didn't hesitate to do so, and as he rested his hands on you, and you placed yours around his neck, a light blush rose on his cheeks. He always got like this when you two did anything even remotely intimate. It baffled you that after this long of being together, and after doing much more than this, that he'd be this worked up over, what you saw as, a simple act. But maybe it wasn't so simple to him, maybe the years of touch deprivation had him craving it more than you realized, and add the emotion behind the action, the love you felt transferring between the two of you in something as small as a glance, and you could understand his reaction. This realization had you thanking whatever powers at be for bringing you two together, allowing you to be that person for him, because it was truly a gift, one you wouldn't take for granted.

You began to slowly sway your body from side to side, coaxing him to follow your movements. As you both found the right pace and swayed in time to the song's slow rhythm, you listened to the words being sung and let your mind wander, the words bringing memories to the surface of your consciousness.

Oh, thinkin' about our younger years,

There was only you and me,

We were young and wild and free.

You remembered when you'd first met Echo, back when he was a new addition to the 501st. A young trooper, who's dream was to one day receive ARC statues. You had become fast friends, and after only a few months it was clear that your friendship had grown into something more. It was obvious you two had feelings for each other, the only people who were blind to this were you and Echo. A problem that was soon remedied by his brother, Fives, who had all but forced Echo to admit how he felt to you, which he did, albeit, with quite a bit of struggle on his part, the poor guy could barely get his words out. Luckily, you had caught on to what he was trying to say, and took pity on him, deciding to take this opportunity to tell him that you felt the same.

You still remember the look of surprise on his face at your confession, he hadn't believed it at first, but when you plucked up the courage to grab him by the chest plate and pull him into a tender kiss, he knew you weren't lying, and this had his heart soaring.

Now nothing can take you away from me.

We've been down that road before,

But that's over now.

You keep me comin' back for more.

After the battle to defend Kamino, Echo had finally gotten what he'd been working so hard to achieve, he had been promoted to ARC Trooper, and you couldn't have been happier for him. You remember him coming into your station of the hangar to tell you the good news.

You'd been working on fixing up some loose wiring on a transport ship when you were suddenly lifted from the ground and the world spun around you. After a moment of disorientation, you found your bearings and stared up at the culprit, only to find your boyfriend beaming down at you.

"Woah, where's the fire", you asked in jest.

"No fire, just have some good news", he responded, still smiling wide.

"Oh, ok then, spill."

"We did it", he said simply.

"Umm, ok, who did what exactly", you asked, furrowing your brows in confusion.

"Fives and I, we're being made ARC Troopers", he said, his chest puffing out a bit with pride.

"What, that's great", you practically shouted, and pulled him into a tight embrace. "I knew you could do it; you've worked so hard, you deserve this. I'm so happy for you, you're finally getting your dream."

He squeezed you tighter. "Thank you, and thank you for always believing in me, even when I didn't", he said quietly.

You pulled back to look at him before speaking. "I'll always believe in you Echo. Always and forever."

That was your thing, the mantra of your relationship, if you will, "I'll love you always and forever". This was because you both believed it to be true. Neither one of you could see yourselves falling for anyone else or loving another the way you did each other.

“Always and forever cyare”, he said, smiling softly at you, “And now I can focus on my other dream.”

You gave him confused look. “Other dream, what’s your other dream”, you asked.

His smile grew as he leaned in to speak low in your ear. “You”, he said, making your stomach do a somersault.

You knew it would be difficult, but you two wanted to plan a future together, and spend whatever time you had left together making a family and living a quiet, happy life. Once this miserable war was over, that's exactly what you were going to do.

Unfortunately, things don't always work out the way we want them to, and your dreams of a peaceful life with your beloved were shattered when the day came that the 501st returned from their mission on Lola Sayu, minus an ARC Trooper.

Oh, once in your life you'll find someone,

Who will turn your world around,

Pick you up when you're feelin' down.

Now nothing can change what you mean to me.

There's a lot that I could say,

But just hold me now.

Fives had been the one to give you the dreadful news and had stayed to help you through the initial shock and pain of it all. He had been ready for the inevitable tears he knew would come and did they ever. You couldn't remember a time before that, where you had cried with as much vigor or to the extent that you had, when shedding tears for your lost love.

I've been waiting for so long,

For somethin' to arrive,

For love to come along.

Time seemed to pass by agonizingly slow, as you tried to regain some semblance of normalcy in your life. Having both lost the person you held dear, you and Fives had found a new understanding for one another, and subsequently formed a close bond. He was the friend you desperately needed, just as you were for him. So, when you eventually lost him as well, you were beside yourself with grief.

Instead of wallowing in your sorrow, like you wanted to, you decided to throw yourself into your work, trying desperately to keep yourself busy, so as to not give yourself time to think of what you had lost. This worked most of the time, but there were always those times when something would remind you of them, a laugh that was just too close to the one you remembered, or a smile from a kind trooper that hit too close to home. Then there were those nights where you would wake from a nightmare and reach out beside you for a comforting hand, only to find empty space, those times were the hardest. It took everything you had inside you to just keep on going, because you knew that they wouldn't have wanted you to give up, so you carried on, even when it hurt.

Now our dreams are comin' true,

Through the good times and the bad,

I'll be standin' there by you.

It had been a year since the mission on Lola Sayu, a year of you trying to get on with your life, and forget the past, because remembering only caused you more pain. But life has a funny, if not sadistic, way of turning on its head and changing your course when you least expect it, because soon after that year mark, you received the news you never thought you'd get.

"He's alive", Rex said, eyes boring into yours, trying to get you to believe what he was telling you, but you weren't about to give in that easily.

"What you're saying is impossible, both you and Fives told me you saw him die at the citadel, and now you're telling me he miraculously survived. I'm not buying it, and I don't appreciate you trying to get my hopes up, just so they can be ripped back down once you're proven wrong", you said, with more venom in your voice than you had intended.

"I know I'm right on this one, (Y/N). I heard him, it was Echo's voice on that transmission, I'm sure of it", he reiterated, desperate for you to listen, or to at least consider it to be true.

"I'm sorry Rex, but I just can't believe what you're saying. I can't take another blow, I just can't, because if I do, I fear I won't make it out the other side this time" you said as tears began to fill your eyes.

Rex placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I understand, but I promise you, I'm telling the truth, Echo is alive, and I'm going to bring him home, I'm going to bring him back to you", he said, with so much conviction that you almost believed him, almost.

"Don't make promises you can't keep", you told him despondently.

He looked you in the eye, a determined expression on his face. "I intend to keep this one", he said, and he did.

No more than two days later, the team sent on the rescue mission to Skako Minor returned, with Echo.

You couldn't believe your eyes when Rex took you to see him in the med bay. He was different, that was for sure, but he was still Echo, he was still the man you loved, and you were just glad he was home.

And Baby you're all that I want,

When you're lying here in my arms,

I'm finding it hard to believe,

We're in heaven.

During his first mission, after being back, he had proven to still be the loyal soldier he had always been and had unofficially been dubbed the "Hero of Anaxes" for his brave actions.

After this mission he had also been extended the invitation to join The Bad Batch by their sergeant, which he wanted to accept, but not if it meant leaving you behind. So, Echo convinced the commandos that having a mechanic around wouldn't be such a bad idea, and they agreed.

That's how you ended up here, the mechanic onboard the Havoc Marauder, who was currently being held in the arms of the person she loved most in this galaxy, swaying to the soft music filling the air around them, in total bliss.

Love is all that I need,

And I found it there in your heart.

It isn't too hard to see,

We're in heaven.

Your head had been resting against Echo's chest, as you listened to the steady heartbeat beneath it. You never wanted this moment to end, and by the way he was holding you, without any indication of ever letting go, you were pretty sure he felt the same.

You lifted your head to look up at him, while keeping yourself flush against him, needing the contact to silently remind yourself that he was still here, he was with you. Something you still had a hard time believing from time to time, but it was real, he was here, and you were never letting go.

It had been some time since Anaxes, not a tremendous amount, but enough time where you could see a noticeable change in your boyfriend's appearance. He had filled out more and looked a lot less gaunt than he had initially upon his return. His color had improved as well, not fully, but with enough time, you were sure, he'd regain his copper glow. His hair was the other noticeable change, it had started to grow out again, and while it hadn't gotten to the length it was, there was enough where you could easily run your fingers through it, as you often did, absentmindedly.

This thought caused your hand to move of its own accord and slot itself amongst the short curls adorning his head. He gave a contented sigh as you started mindlessly running your fingers over his scalp, scratching lightly, and he leaned into your touch as his eyes closed, this always relaxed him.

After a moment, he opened his eyes to look at you, a soft smile taking shape over his features, before lowering his head to rest it against yours, both of you shutting your eyes to revel in the moment.

We're in heaven.

The music faded and soon the room fell silent. You both ceased your swaying but continued to stay in the embrace.

After what felt like an eternity, but had only been a few seconds, you broke the silence and said, "I love you Echo."

He smiled and replied, "I love you (Y/N). Always and forever."

You gave a smile of your own, the words bringing you back to those early days of your relationship, when anything was possible, and your future was bright. It could be that way again, now that you were together again, nothing was impossible.

"Always and forever", you echoed back.

With that, he closed the small gap between you and brought you into a passionate kiss.

Everything that had gone unspoken was expressed in this kiss; all the love and adoration that had built between you two over the years, all the pain that you both endured during your separation, all the missed time, and the promise that you would never be parted again, and that you would continue to strive for the future you two had planned so long ago. You were happier than you'd ever been and nothing could ruin this moment.

Suddenly, as if the universe itself wanted to prove you wrong, the door slid open and in walked all four commandos, with Wrecker in the lead.

"See, I told ya we'd find them doin' some sappy stuff", Wrecker said in his booming voice, effectively breaking your quiet moment, and your kiss, which in turn, pissed you off.

You both gave an annoyed sigh before turning to face the men. You crossed your arms over your chest and gave your best scowl in their direction, which only caused Wrecker to laugh. He'd so be getting an ass kicking later.

"Let's just be glad we didn't walk in on something... more intimate", Crosshair said, eyeing the both of you while giving a sly grin.

You let out an annoyed huff. "Yeah, you wish", you retorted, which only earned you a chuckle from the sniper. Okay, add another one to the "people who need an ass kicking" list. "I think you're both just jealous", you said, trying to make it sound snarky.

"Of this guy", Wrecker asked as he walked over, clapping his hand down on Echo's shoulder. "Damn straight, I mean, he’s got a bombshell for a girlfriend, how could we not be, he's one lucky bastard", he said, although you couldn't quite tell if he was being sarcastic or not. Either way it ticked you off, but before you could throw the punch you had geared up for, Echo pulled you to him, holding you securely against him and effectively blocking your way to the giant commando.

"Easy cyare, no need for bloodshed, and besides, he has a point", he said, leaning in and lowering his voice, "I am a very lucky man."

You shook your head at him but couldn't help the grin that formed at his words.

"Okay, that's enough boys, let's give the happy couple some privacy shall we. Besides, Wrecker, it's your turn to make dinner", Hunter interrupted, giving his brother a stern look.

"Oh man, again, I thought I just did that", Wrecker grumbled.

"You did, when it was your turn last week", Tech told him matter-of-factly.

Wrecker made a noise of aggravation before leaving the room, mumbling incoherently in displeasure. The other two followed him out, as you gave Hunter a thankful smile before he nodded and made his exit, letting the door slide shut behind him.

You turned back to Echo, who still had you in his embrace.

"So, where were we", you inquired, a soft smile back on your face.

He feigned ponderment. "Hmm, I believe we were right about...", he began, and suddenly pulled you close enough that your noses were touching, "Here", he finished, his smile widening before bringing you in for another heated kiss. You melted into it and fell into another state of bliss.

You stayed like that for another long moment, as the world faded around you. Wrapped in a loving embrace, engaged in an impassioned kiss, and lost in your own personal heaven.

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theres-no-protocol-for-this · 3 years ago

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Snippet: Coffee Shop

So I had this idea that I sort of posted on Twitter (with so much fail it wasn't even funny) and I wanted to give it a little bit more time and love. It's set in an alternate universe and features characters from Voltron.

In a life yet to come, Shiro and Keith will become paladins who pilot Voltron. Together with a group of misfits, they will end a ten-thousand-year-long war, protect Earth from alien invaders, and save the galaxy. They will come out on the other side, but not unscathed.

But in this life, the paladins are granted a happier fate.

Shiro moves to a new university and becomes a tenured professor. One day, he stumbled onto a small hole-in-the-wall coffee shop not far from the campus. Immediately, he falls in love with the sweet, dorky people who work there and especially the shop's slim, earnest owner.

Not long after, he starts dreaming about Voltron and the war that hasn't happened yet. Loss and death haunt his nightmares.

But every time these terrible dreams wake him, he visits the coffee shop the next morning. Keith is almost always there, ready with a mug of Shiro's favorite coffee. Pidge can be seen fiddling with the shop's equipment, and Hunk is usually in the back, humming to himself as he bakes some of the most scrumptious muffins known to man. Allura and the coffee grinder argue almost daily!

The nightmares seem less frightening in the light of day, especially when the people he dreams about are right here, safe and sound.

Keith, meanwhile, finds himself falling head over heels for the muscular professor. Work and slaying monsters don't hold a candle to his feelings for Shiro. They hang out together, and somehow it's even better than Keith could ever imagine.

He feels so safe in Shiro's arms.

One night, Keith is late coming home -- a fight with a demon has gone horribly wrong, he is bleeding, and he'd very much prefer to sleep right now. Still, he promised to see Shiro that night so he stumbles over to his place anyway, delirious and out of it.

Shiro patches him up, of course. They end up in Shiro's oversized bed together, and it's the best sleep of Keith's life. Shiro's not so lucky -- there's no easy cure for his nightmares, after all.

The following morning, they talk. He tells Keith about the dreams, about the war and the lions, about the horrors that lurk out there among the stars.

And Keith, who knows what these dreams are about, who understands what's coming and what has been before, whispers, "I will find you as many times as it takes, old man."

***

And then here's like some actual writing.

Shiro graduated from college eight years ago with a PhD in theoretical physics. Two months ago, he accepted a tenured position at a prestigious university and moved across the country to start his new job. Occasionally, he dreams of flying, but most days, Shiro is content to keep his feet planted on the ground.

That afternoon, he craves coffee and quiet — two things he can almost never get on campus. A quick check of his smartphone suggests a couple of coffee shops, including one within walking distance.

He grabs his briefcase and takes a leisurely stroll down a broad avenue to someplace called "Coffee and Muffins." The straightforward name strikes him as utterly adorable, and the shop's minimal decorations only add to the aesthetic. A tall, gorgeous barista greets him cheerfully from behind a decorated counter.

"Hey! We got a new customer. Keith, you wanna do the honors?"

"Honors?" Shiro asks.

The woman shrugs and ties back her long, pale hair in a thick ponytail. "I'm heading to class is all. We've got fresh coffee brewing and that should be ready in a moment, and Keith's great. You're in excellent hands."

From behind the counter, a much smaller and slimmer young person with bright orange hair adds, "Definitely go with Keith. Allura's great, but she's destroyed the grinder twice this week alone."

"It was being stupid," the barista grumbles as she slings an impossibly heavy backpack on one shoulder like it's nothing. "See you later, Pidge."

A man emerges from the back room and waved at Shiro. "Good afternoon, sir. What can I get you?"

Shiro briefly loses all power of speech at the sight of the shop's owner. He's not as tall as Shiro, but damn those guileless eyes. A hint of a smile plays on Keith's lips as he looks at the customer, and a moment later he steps forward and offers to shake Shiro's hand.

"Have we met before?" the professor asks.

"You look familiar," Keith admits, "but I don't think so. So, what can I get you? You look like a person who likes flavorful coffee, but no frills."

"Nailed it."

Shiro's mouth is on autopilot, and his mind lingers on the sweet, lanky man whose hair is unruly and whose expression is so blatantly open and friendly. It could be good customer service, but Shiro has his doubts. He's willing to bet that Keith doesn't hesitate to make his opinions known when the situation calls for it.

"Give me a couple minutes, and I'll brew you something good." Keith glances at Pidge. "How's the grinder?"

"Busted, but I should have it up and running by tomorrow."

"You're a lifesaver," the owner says fondly, and Shiro short-circuits.

A voice from the kitchen calls out, "Make sure you give him a croissant." The cheerful voice adds, "So I can bake more."

"You can already bake more," Keith reassures the baker.

"Only if you want every shelf stuffed with baked goods," the chef exclaims as he walks out into the front, a warm croissant in a bag. "Here you go. Trust me, these are great. I'm experimenting with a new recipe, and I think the nutmeg enhances the flavor."

Shiro can't bring himself to say no. "Thanks, uh?"

"Hunk, baker extraordinaire."

"Thank you, Hunk. I really appreciate it."

Keith smiles fondly at the younger chef and then at Shiro. Something about that smile has Shiro's heart doing metaphorical loops in his chest. He can't explain it, but he longs to know more about the coffee shop's intense owner.

"Here." Keith hands him a mug of steaming hot brew that smells like heaven. "You're welcome to sit down for a few."

"Uh..." Smoke might as well be coming out of the professor's ears. "Thank you." He fumbles with polite conversation. "So how long have you been here?"

Three pairs of eyes stare in his direction. "You must be really new," Pidge blurts out helpfully.

"My dad opened this place, back when I was about two. It's been here for almost as long as I have," Keith explains, running a hand through his messy hair. "Hey, Pidge, mind holding down the register for a few? I need to run down to the warehouse and pick up more supplies."

"Extra nutmeg?" Hunk asks warmly like he already knows the answer.

Keith does, too. He holds up a list. "And every other spice you have listed. I got ya covered. But if you're feeling really adventurous, you could look up replacement oven options. I know the current one's a POS."

"It suffices."

"Sure it does." Coffee shop owner is halfway out the door. "But you deserve more than a half-functional, semi-possessed piece of equipment with a mind of its own." He nods again to Shiro. "A pleasure meeting you."

"Shiro," the professor manages, earning himself another half-formed smile.

And then, Keith is gone, a handsome whirlwind that leaves Shiro feeling like he's seventeen again and crushing on a classmate. He decides he's too dignified for this, not to mention a little too old to play teenager again.

Pidge chuckles in his direction. "Don't take it personally. He's just... like that." She moves to the counter and pulls up a chair. "Hey, uh, so what do you teach? 'Cause you said theoretical physics, and I'm taking one of the masters' courses this year, and if you're gonna be my professor, I have ideas!"

Shiro is pretty sure he can't remember basic math right now, but sanity is returning. He promises himself he'll visit more often, tries the coffee, and then takes a seat.

Might as well discuss quantum entanglement while eating the most delicious croissant in existence in a strange little coffee shop. He forgets all about wanting quiet.

#long post #voltron #shiro #keith #sheith #my writing #fanfiction

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rebel-just-for-ct-6116 · 3 years ago

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This is a bit of a personal post, but my sister is the best. She just gave me these things as an early birthday present since she leaves for college tomorrow, and I'm kind of an emotional mess right now. I've been keeping it together pretty well as the date of her departure drew ever closer, but this gift (especially the note inside the card) sorta made me break down so now I'm screaming into the fandom void about it. (Hey, at least some of the gifts are Star Wars-related, which gives me an excuse to post it on this blog. XD) My sister is not into Star Wars at all, but she makes such a big effort to indulge my fanboy inclinations (as well as the various other hyperfixations I've had growing up). We've gotten pretty close these past few years and I'm going to miss her a lot. It'll be my first time as an "only child", which is going to be so weird. I just,, really appreciate her and I hope you all have someone in your life like her, because you deserve it. Anywho, thank you for listening to my ramblings! I just needed an outlet. Now back to your regularly scheduled reblogging of other people's beautiful art and other lovely fan content!

[ID: My birthday gifts are arranged on a countertop. A bag of apple chips is at the top of the frame, just above a handmade card with a drawing of a cartoon Vader with the words "you've done well, young jedi" and "i tried okay". Next to the drawing is the sticker of cartoon Vader that was used as a reference. A bag of Skittles rests on the bottom left corner of the card, and next to the Skittles is a pencil with an image of Anakin from the Clone Wars on it. My hand rests on the counter in the bottom left corner of the frame, showing off the trans flag ring given to me. End ID]

#personal stuff #ramblings #ignore me #my mental health hasn't been great lately and this gave me such a big boost of serotonin i just needed to vent real quick #carry on!

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cocastyle · 6 years ago

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Happier

Pairing- Kylo Ren x reader

Word Count- 3,110

Warning- does heartbreak count?

A/N- first Star Wars imagine and first time using a song! this imagine will go along to the song Happier by Marshmello. I hope you all like it!

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

She wasn’t happy, he knew that. She hadn’t been happy for a while now and no matter how much she told him that she was okay with staying with him and living on the ship with him, he knew that deep down, it was killing her.

Y/N L/N was a princess after all. She had people who looked up to her and Kylo had let her leave to come be with him all because he had been selfish and wanted her for himself. Sure, she had made the decision as well, but Kylo was the one that had put a strain on their relationship. He had been the one to pressure her into leaving her kingdom and coming to travel the stars with him. He was the reason she had left and he was the reason she was so unhappy.

When the morning comes

When we see what we've become

In the cold light of day we're a flame in the wind

Not the fire that we've begun

Every argument, every word we can't take back

'Cause with all that has happened

I think that we both know the way that this story ends

He knew what needed to happen, but actually committing with the act was what was tearing him up inside. She needed to go home. She needed to be there for her people, to be reunited with her family, to rule the way she had been training to her whole life. But the realization that once she left, he may never see her again was what kept him from letting her go.

Kylo loved her. He loved her so much. She was the only thing keeping him from fully giving into the dark side and maybe that was why he had been so persistent on keeping her by his side. Cause despite every argument, despite every awful thing that he had done, she was still there and she still loved him. And the idea of letting her go, the one person who truly loved him, was hard to even imagine.

He was afraid that if he let her go that he would give in fully to the dark side. But by keeping her here and around all of the destruction and darkness, her lightness was suffering and he knew that sooner or later, the darkness would eat her up.

Then only for a minute

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits

I want to see you smile

Know that means I'll have to leave

Kylo sighed as he stared at the ceiling of the room. Y/N was by his side, her head resting on his chest while she slept soundly, having no idea what was about to happen. He glanced down at her and his eyes scanned over her face trying to remember every little detail. He ran his hand through her hair and she moved slightly only to cuddle closer to him and let out a content sigh as she continued to dream. She looked so peaceful, but he could still see the bags under eyes and the way that she just looked tired.

As he stared at her, he found himself trying to remember the last time she had smiled. Sure, she had given him small loving smiles that were reserved for only him, but he couldn’t remember the last time she had actually smiled. It had to have been during the first few months she had stayed on the ship with him. After all, she hadn’t always been so unhappy. She still loved him, that he knew, but the ship and the whole atmosphere of it all was slowly killing her on the inside and he should’ve realized it sooner.

Kylo sighed as he held the girl a little tighter. He knew what he had to do and this time, he was actually going to do it. Cause her feelings mattered more than his own.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo stared at himself in the bathroom mirror, his hands resting on either side of the sink. It had taken him a couple of minutes, but he had finally managed to get out of Y/N’s grasp without waking her up. Now he was in the bathroom and trying to come to terms with the fact that he was about to let Y/N leave.

“Are you really doing this?” He asked himself, the uncertainty in his voice evident enough that he could even sense it. Kylo sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he began to pace around the bathroom.

He was really going to do this. He was about to let the most important thing in his life walk right out of here. There was a strong possibility that he would never see her again. For if he did, it would be under the worst circumstances.

When the evening falls

And I'm left there with my thoughts

And the image of you being with someone else

Well, it's eating me up inside

But we ran our course, we pretended that we're okay

Now if we jump together at least we can swim

Far away from the wreck we made

Kylo sighed and looked at himself in the mirror one last time before taking a deep breath and going back into the bedroom. His eyes immediately flickered over to Y/N’s sleeping form and he smiled softly at the sight of her cuddling his pillow to her chest as she smiled. His smile disappeared when he remembered why she was cuddling that pillow in the first place. Silently, Kyle grabbed a shirt and some pants from the closet, knowing that Y/N had always preferred to see him in regular clothes than his uniform.

Once he had his clothes on, he glanced over at the girl. He was doing this for her, he had to remind himself. All he ever did was for her. He then turned back around and pulled a bag off of the top of the closet before putting it on the floor.

Then only for a minute

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits

I want to see you smile

Know that means I'll have to leave

Packing up her things was a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. He went through their closet and dresser and put all of her clothes, her books, her memories, and all of her other belongings into the bag. It was only when the room was half bare that the situation fully sunk in.

This was what it was going to be like for now on. All the color in the room was gone, now being packed into the bag that was lying open on the floor. Her scent still lingered in the air and his eyes teared up at the thought of it soon fading away.

Kylo cleared his throat as quietly as possible and blinked his eyes rapidly to get rid of the tears. He couldn’t cry now. If he did, it would make things ten times harder. He bent down, ready to zip the bag back up but paused and grabbed one of his jackets that Y/N always wore and threw it into the bag. It was only then that he zipped up the bag.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo sighed as he stared at the bag before turning to look at Y/N who was still sound asleep. He silently walked over to the bed and sat down on the ground so that his face was level with her own. He sat there for a couple of minutes just staring at her before he slowly brought his hand up and stroked the side of her face. She moved in her sleep and Kylo froze. However, she just snuggled further into the pillow and sighed before the familiar sounds of her soft snores filled the air once again.

Kylo smiled softly and ran a thumb across her cheek a few times before he began to stroke her hair. He didn’t even realize he had started crying until a tear drop fell on his other arm. He quickly brought his hand up and covered his mouth as he silently sobbed. He couldn’t let her see him like this. Even if she was the only one that had ever seen him cry and even if she was the only one that had seen him this upset, he couldn’t let her know how much her leaving was affecting him. He had to let her think that this was for the best so that it would be easier for her to go.

So he covered his mouth to keep himself quiet until the sobs died down. He then wiped his tears away, all while still softly stroking her skin and hair. He waited a while longer so that he knew his face didn’t look like he had been crying before he got up and opened the door of their room to make sure no one was around. No one was in the hallway and Kylo stood there for a moment before walking back into the room. He quietly shut the door before turning back around to look at Y/N. It was time.

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

Each step over to the bed felt like another stab to the heart. But the moment he shook her awake and she looked up at him with sleepy eyes was when he felt like someone had literally stepped on his chest.

“Kylo, baby, what do you want? It’s late. You should be in bed,” she muttered as she laid her head back down on her pillow. Kylo didn’t answer and after a moment of silence, her eyes fluttered back open and caught sight of his distraught and upset face. “Baby, what’s wrong?” Y/N asked as she sat up. She put her hands on his face and lightly stroked his cheek with her thumb. “You can tell me,” she whispered and it took every ounce of will in his body not to break down right there.

Instead, he gulped before stuttering out, “Y-you need to go.” Y/N gave him a confused look. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked. Kylo looked down and put his head into her lap as he wrapped his arms around her, Y/N immediately hugging him back. “I know you’re upset, Y/N,” Kylo finally said and her face instantly dropped. “Ky-“ “No use denying it, darling. I already know,” Kylo whispered. “Kylo,” Y/N whispered back.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad, just upset because I know what needs to happen,” Kylo admitted. It was then that Y/N noticed the bag on the floor. Her breath hitched in her throat. “You mean-“ she began. Kylo nodded and pulled away to look at her. “You’re leaving, Y/N. I’m getting you off of here. You’re going home,” Kylo told her.

Y/N glanced at the bag and began to tear up once she realized only one bag was packed up. She looked back at him and a tear rolled down her cheek. “You’re not coming, are you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Kylo sat there in silence before shaking his head. Y/N closed her eyes and more tears fell. Kylo sighed and reached up to wipe her tears away. “I’m sorry, but I have to stay,” Kylo said. “I know,” Y/N began. “I’m just going to miss you.”

Kylo felt tears prick his eyes again. Y/N always had been understanding. “I’ll miss you too, Darling. Now go get ready. I’ll wait out here,” Kylo told her. Y/N nodded and got up before walking into the bathroom. The door hadn’t even shut behind her before a sob escaped her lips. Kylo felt his own tears begin to fall but he quickly wiped them away. This was for the best, he reminded himself. He was doing this for Y/N.

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Even though I might not like this

I think that you'll be happier, I want you to be happier

Y/N walked out of the bathroom with the last of her things and put it in the bag. Kylo finally got up from the bed and picked up the bag. “You ready?” Kylo asked. Y/N only nodded before she grabbed onto Kylo’s arm and held it tightly. Kylo leaned down and pressed a small kiss to the top of her head before the two walked out of the room and towards the escape pods.

The walk there was painfully slow. Each step only reminded the two of what was about to happen and with every other step, Y/N was slowly gripping onto Kylo’s arm more. Kylo felt his throat closing up and he willed himself not to cry although the sight of Y/N silently crying beside him was enough reason to cry.

He glanced down at her and a tear rolled down his cheek. Never again would he be able to wake up to her in his arms or hear her laughter as she laughed at one of his jokes or the awful jokes she would say. Never again would he get to call her his or get to come back to her after a long and dreadful day working. Never would he get to hear her say that she loved him or hear her whisper sweet nothings in his ear when he was angry. Never again would he get to kiss her or hold her. Never again would he get to see Y/N L/N.

Then only for a minute (only for a minute)

I want to change my mind

'Cause this just don't feel right to me

I wanna raise your spirits (wanna raise your spirits)

I want to see you smile but

Know that means I'll have to leave

Neither of them dared to move when they finally reached the escape pods. They just stood there staring at the very escape pod that Y/N would be getting into at any moment now. After a long moment of silence, Kylo finally willed himself to move. He set the bag down and turned to Y/N who immediately jumped into his arms and began to cry.

Kylo couldn’t stop himself from crying this time as he wrapped his arms around her held her tight. “I love you. I love you. I love you. You know that right?” Kylo whispered. Y/N nodded and kissed his neck before whispering, “I love you too.” Kylo let out a small sob at that and YN held him tighter.

Kylo turned his head to look at her and she looked right back at him before leaning forward and kissing him. The kiss was slow, each of them wanting to savor the moment knowing that it would be their last. Kylo softly set her down, his lips never leaving her own, before he grabbed her face with his hands and began to kiss her harder and more desperately. She returned the emotions and both of them had tears streaming down their faces as they kissed each other for the last time. They finally began to pull away and Y/N pressed another soft kiss to his lips before they both rested their foreheads against each other’s.

“I love you, Y/N. Never forget that, okay?” Kylo whispered. Y/N smiled weakly. “I love you too, Ben,” she whispered back and Kylo felt his heart ache at the use of real name. In that moment he realized what was happening. He wasn’t only letting Y/N go, but he was letting Ben Solo go.

Kylo sighed and reached up to wipe some of the tears off of Y/N’s face which only made her cry harder. Kylo gave her a weak smile before pulling away and picking up her bag. He then handed it to her and whispered, “Go.” She stared at him for a moment before stepping forward and pressing one last kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” she whispered and with that, she grabbed ahold of her bag and walked into the escape pod.

“Good luck ruling your kingdom,” Kylo called after her. She looked back at him and he smiled softly. “You’re going to be a great Queen,” Kylo told her. She smiled and whispered, “Take care, Kylo. Remember that even if you may not see me, I’m somewhere in the galaxy still loving you, okay? No matter what, I’ll always love you.”

Kylo was now crying again and it hurt him to have to say, “I love you too. Now go. Hux will be up and scouting the halls any minute now.” Y/N nodded and turned back around and walked into the escape pod, the doors closing after her.

Know that means I'll have to leave

Lately, I've been, I've been thinking

I want you to be happier, I want you to be happier

Kylo didn’t waste any time before hurrying to a window down the hall which had a view of the escape pods. He watched her ship as it finally pulled away from the station.

He knew that she knew he was watching her and he also knew that she knew he wanted her to look at him just one last time. So it was no surprise to him when her head turned his way and her eyes met his.

He gave her a weak smile and more tears escaped his eyes while his hand came up and waved at her ever so slightly. She let out a small laugh as the tears trailed down her face. She then held her own hand up and waved back. And with that, she turned back around and moved the ship away from the station before jumping into hyperspace.

Then she was gone. He could feel the sadness and darkness already beginning to consume him, but he still managed to smile softly as he leaned his forehead against the window. It wouldn’t be too bad, he told himself.

For as long as Y/N was safe and happy, he knew he was going to be okay.

So I'll go, I'll go

I will go, go, go

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