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Mega Good Omens Fic Rec Post 4

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99 titles on this list again and once again we have an extra category, and I am pumped that I finally got this one done! Got a lot of holiday overflow but suck it up bc here it comes. As a refresher, the categories are: Jaunts through History/Canon, South Downs, Post-Apocalypse, Bus Ride/Night Before/Heaven and Hell, AU/UA, Soft, Before (exclusive to this list and List 2, meaning takes place almost exclusively Before Canon, as in The Fall/Creation/etc), Touch-Starved/Body Worship/Wings, Bonus, and H/C /Whump/BAMF. Warnings for gore and explicit material present where applicable. I don’t read smut fics but sometimes more adult material sneaks in there.

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JAUNTS THROUGH HISTORY/CANON

1. You are a Call to Motion – @freyjawriter24 (G, the one where Aziraphale would like to dance but doesn’t. Very sweet and soft and kinda sad, follows Aziraphale through history wanting to dance (specifically with Crowley) until he finally gets to. The pining is so good, y’all.)

2. I love you because I know no other way than this – kriswithakay (T, the one where Aziraphale and Crowley use the excuse of being spectacularly drunk to get in little touches and kisses throughout history. This one is so sad and so full of yearning, the whole time you just wish they would face each other sober. It’s so quiet and beautiful.)

3. A Simple Thing – Sir_Bedevere (T, the one where Aziraphale gives out forehead kisses and Crowley is jelly about it. Continuing with the trend of being achingly sad and tender, this fic packs a wallop in that department. Forehead kisses aren’t always given at the happiest of times, after all. Also Crowley continues his stint as a pine tree and it’s painful.)

4. The Problem with Saints – Lurlur, D20Owlbear, robynthemagpie_writes, Wyvernquill (T and G, the series where it’s Catholic but funny. This series is weird and it’s hilarious and I hope there will be more, because this series goes through some fairly niche Catholic saint stories and the retelling of them featuring the Ineffable Husbands is hysterical. I don’t even want to tell y’all too much about it, just go read them and laugh with me, because they’re beautiful.)

5. When The Things You’ve Planned Need a Helping Hand – Proskenion (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale run into each other in the 1920s. Flapper!Crowley being a lounge singer is the centerpiece of this one, which is delightful enough, but throw in some canon-typical friction over the Arrangement and a chance for Aziraphale to come to the rescue, it’s a lovely little romp that has just the right edge of emotional tenderness to take the sting out of said earlier friction. Or add to it. Just depends on your point of view, really.)

6. The Serpent and the Lady – @summerofspock (T, the one where Aziraphale is Lady Fair and Crowley is competing in a tournament for his favor. Has female-presenting Aziraphale still using male pronouns bc that’s just what he’s comfortable with, and definitely, definitely has that Disney animated Robin Hood flavor. This fic scratches so many of my itches—Aziraphale in a dress, Crowley being a dashing BAMF, chivalric courtship, swordplay, armor, hand-sewn tokens of favor. A delicious little diversion, very worth it a++++.)

7. Sunlight and Water – @themoonmothwrites (M, the one where Aziraphale is a flirty drunk and Crowley has to be the sensible one. M for some racy elements but not explicit. This one is fun but then takes a direct left into Feels Town, which, when coupled with @cassieoh’s art, just makes the whole experience dreadfully unfair. A gorgeous little story, and the ending is just *chef’s kiss*.)

8. Sloth – libbyfay (T, the one where Aziraphale checks in on Crowley after the fourteenth century. This one is a delight, and includes Aziraphale recommending The Canterbury Tales, as well as a back-and-forth about depression versus Sloth and a lot of talking around feelings. Must absolutely be read in conjunction with the next rec in the list, which is something of a continuation. )

9. I have an aungel which that loveth me – HolRose (NR, the one where Crowley follows up on The Canterbury Tales recommendation from Aziraphale and it gets a bit deep. A continuation of the previous rec, and oof, y’all. This one gets hella sad, which hits pretty hard after Crowley laughing his head off about the funny bits in Canterbury Tales. There’s also Feelings, which are desperate and tender and guys they don’t even kiss but it’s still breathtaking. They love each other so much.)

10. (heaven is) a place on earth – rattatatosk (G, the one where Aziraphale nearly loses his bookshop. This takes place during the deleted scene from the 1800 opening of the bookshop, and has oodles of Aziraphale building himself a home and being devastated about nearly losing it. Not a nesting fic in the traditional sense (meaning it isn’t about building a home for himself and Crowley, it’s definitely just for him), but for fans of happy Aziraphale being fluffy and content in his bookshop, here you go.)

11. No other news to report – @argentconflagration (T, the one where Aziraphale is torn up about an assignment. Y’all want Crowley interfering in angelic plans? Y’all want tenderness and holding? Y’all want Aziraphale letting himself be bested? Then stay a while, because this one is a heart-wrecker. Featuring a very sick and very devout child, and female-presenting Crowley.)

12. These Things Were Here – @MajorEnglishEsquire (T, the one where Crowley resorts to snake form to deal with his feelings. This one is long and it’s emotional; Crowley reverts down to being a snake whenever he gets especially bad assignments from Hell, and it’s about him and Aziraphale finding balance and harmony between themselves when Crowley is like this. Very sweet and very tender and very sad.)

13. Crossing Paths – @amuseoffyre (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale meet every few years. This is your typical “through the ages” fic but it’s Fyre writing it, and that means it has so much humor and heart and history in it it’s practically like reading deleted scenes of the show. The boys are so in-character and their love is subtle and slow-boiling but there. Highly recommended, absolutely.)

14. apples (per the author’s intention) – @lwtis (T, the one where apples is a recurring theme in their friendship. This one is hilarious and it’s heartfelt and I quite enjoyed it; the bits where Aziraphale is absolutely convinced this is a temptation of some kind are particularly juicy (not unlike Crowley’s backside in a certain pair of trousers). Crowley absolutely knows how to beat a joke to death and he does it with style.)

SOUTH DOWNS

15. up in our bedroom, after the war – @rufeepeach (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale need to get away to process things. In this one, they more vacation to the South Downs rather than move there, but them working through the awkwardness of Armageddon’s fighting and gently taking their relationship to its natural conclusion is beautiful and good. It isn’t urgent or desperate, just quiet and understated and organic. A lovely piece.)

16. Somewhere Alive and Green – @thetunewillcome (T, the one where they make a necessary move. This one is quiet and reflective, as a good South Downs fic should be, and though it’s short I think it’s wonderfully healing. Very good.)

POST-APOCALYPSE

17. England’s pleasant pastures seen – @squidsticks (T, the one where Aziraphale has an appointment with a book collector and Crowley offers to drive. Y’all it’s so sweet and, dare I say, uplifting, how much they love each other. Someone drops the “husband” word at some point and someone else has a joyful fit over it and I bet you can tell who does what. There’s also a lot of teasing and the kind of easy banter that comes with knowing someone for so long. V. good.)

18. you have built nests from all my bark – @mutalune (T, the one where Crowley is nesting as an aggressive courting maneuver. This fic is so much fun. Highlights include Michael thinking Aziraphale must have a special connection with the Almighty and trying to emulate his lifestyle in order to have one herself, Crowley getting irrationally jealous over it all and constructing the finest nest known to reality (including cupholders, which I now also want in all my pillow piles), Dagon looking for a very similar thing from Crowley that Michael wants from Aziraphale, and lots of delicious humor and unexpected character interactions. I highly recommend this one if you’re having a bad day.)

19. Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance – @divisionten (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale find out how to get around Heaven and Hell and it’s through summons. More of an anthology than a solid story, and it’s such a fascinating universe, liberally layered with overcoming trust issues and adjusting to being in a loving relationship, and it’s Good Food y’all, trust me on this.)

20. That’s Not Funny – cyankelpie (G, the one where they’re exceptionally drunk and Crowley says I Love You and Aziraphale thinks he’s joking. This one is sharper than expected but it makes the moment where they finally have everything out in the open so much sweeter. Lots of protective Crowley and very confused Aziraphale.)

21. Stars – @lyricwritesprose (G, the series that’s a spinoff of Tales of the Them that’s about Crowley and the stars, ostensibly. It’s a spinoff bc it deals with Aziraphale’s point of view, too, and their careful navigation of a complicated subject in Crowley’s history. Very soft and bittersweet.)

22. In Action How Like an Angel – PinkPenguinParade (T/NR/M, the series where Aziraphale stumbles into making some useful wards and then Crowley gets taken. Rated high for safety but the violence is truly not that bad and the sex jokes are very mild. Come for cool worldbuilding, stay for BAMF!Aziraphale, and have some extra bits of Anathema and Newt being very good and helpful friends on top!)

23. Let’s share a drink! – @nohaijiachi (G, the one where Aziraphale gets horribly discorporated and gets his body back fairly quickly thanks to quick thinking and Gabriel being easy to gross out. This one is a bit gross, fair warning, but it’s not too graphic, and it’s hilarious besides. Peak Bastard Aziraphale Hours, this one is. If you like reading about Gabriel getting messed with, welcome to the party.)

24. Metastable – MrsCaufield (Not Rated, the one where Aziraphale is having an existential crisis post-Armageddon. Featuring lots of miscommunication, some mild jealousy, and Aziraphale figuring himself out, which is always lovely to read about. Misunderstandings and two supernatural beings being grossly in love, can’t get better than this!)

25. Taking Steps – @joyandotherstories (G, the one where Aziraphale decides he wants to take salsa dancing lessons and Crowley agrees. Oh, y’all. You like pining? You like awkward touching? Do you perhaps like…faked relationships turning into real relationships? You’d best have a seat and dive into this one, because the payoff is many-layered and just phenomenal. The pride in these idiots not only learning to dance but learning to be open about how much they love each other is so good.)

BUS RIDE/NIGHT BEFORE/HEAVEN AND HELL

26. Introspection and Starlight – d20owlbear (T, the one where Aziraphale has a breakdown and is hold. I seem to have a special taste for Aziraphale breaking down, and this one is Hecking Delicious—it’s a slow break but it’s so achingly tender and emotional, especially once sleepy Crowley gets on the scene. Apologies are made and two very tired beings just hold each other at the end of it all and it’s so good.)

27. The Longest Night – @charlottemadison42 (T, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are taking slow and important steps. Three fics in the series so far, and each one captures their hilarious and effortless dynamic so well while still paying homage to their quiet love. There are so many cool details to explore, ESPECIALLY in the bodyswap fics, and overall they are a really fun and thoughtful look at how the Night the World Didn’t End could’ve gone. OH AND A FOURTH ONE HAS GONE UP WHILE I WAS WORKING ON THIS LIST and you guyssss so much good content about Crowley’s (Presumably) Foot Thing and Shoes, omg. A treasure.)

28. Last Confessions and Hopeless Loves – @girlwholovesherwords (G, the one where they very neatly and annoyingly slot into their new dynamic. This one is so matter-of-fact and tongue-in-cheek I about died laughing, which is amazing given that it’s less than 3k words. A very good little egg.)

29. Choose Your Faces Wisely – @cheeseandonioncrisps (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale set the record straight on how they portrayed each other. This is a fun one based on the very good meta bits floating around (which have been bolstered by Neil Gaiman’s commentary in the DVDs I will have you know) that their performances in each other’s skins is how they see each other and how different that is from how they see themselves and guys it’s so good, I wanted this conversation to last forever and ever.)

30. and I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well – BrinneyFriday (T, the one where apologies are made and kisses are had. Guys it’s so soft. Oh my gosh you guys the tenderness is unreal. There’s Crowley falling asleep in Aziraphale’s lap and there’s deciding they’re stronger together and guys pls it’s so good just read it pleASE—)

AU/UA

31. A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street – @nihilnovisubsole (M, the one where there might be such a thing as too much of a good thing. M for sexual humor and situations but nothing all that graphic. Y’all it’s the “angels accidentally cast miracles when they orgasm” crack given the serious treatment it deserves, and this fic also wins awards for its brilliant OC angel Sabrael, Keeper of Miracles. The icing on the cake? Beautiful artistic accompaniment to go along with the brilliant writing. Just delightful, a whole entire treat. An afternoon delight indeed.)

32. Too Much of a Good Thing – @yamisnuffles (G, T, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are both angels and things are a bit different. It’s not fair that yamisnuffles is a distinctive and wonderful artist, they have to be a good writer, too, and be terribly talented at telling a good story. Crowley’s character arc and emotional growth as a disgraced angel cursed to live as a snake for a while is fabulous, and it’s only ramping up, so jump on the train now! It’s a good train!)

33. Measures of Freedom – KazLangston (T, the one where Crowley is an acquisition made by one Mr. AZ Fell. This is one of those “turn left” AUs where they’re still an angel and a demon, they just didn’t meet in Eden. Instead, they meet because Crowley gets himself captured and Aziraphale doesn’t think it’s safe to let a real, dangerous demon loose. Their relationship is very combative and antagonistic but it softens; the emotional journey they go on from clear enemies to clear friends is fantastic.)

34. Somewhere Down Below – jane_with_a_j (T, the series where Aziraphale is captured as an incentive for Crowley to jump masters in Hell. There’s lots of hurt!Aziraphale in this one, as tends to happen to an angel captive in Hell, and an excruciating amount of pining that doesn’t so much counterbalance the angst so much as spice it up enormously. There’s intrigue, there’s a daring escape, it’s radical, folks.)

35. How it Happens – @captainqueernerd (T, the one that’s based on a comic and both are DELIGHTFUL. The fic here is an extension of the comic and so sweet, oh my goodness how sweet it is. The best bits aren’t even when they cover the comic’s events—it’s AFTER that is the real treat. I’ll hand out brownie points to anyone who can find the sentence that made me put down my laptop before I accidentally chucked it while laughing too hard.)

36. mors certissima – @northerntrash (T, the Hades and Persephone AU where Aziraphale is Hades and Crowley is Persephone and they’re all doing their best. This is a super fun one, beautifully written and lovely original lore that has Aziraphale really coming into his own as a god of death and what that means for the wider pantheon and the world. And IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN where the fic is at the moment, I’m pumped for the conclusion!)

37. It’s All Greek to Me (that is, Ineffable) – @ulspi (UR, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale are cast in different mythological roles in each fic. This one’s gorgeous, you guys, haunting and romantic and each fic has a distinct flavor that is impossibly good. A beautiful way to spend a rainy afternoon, in my opinion.)

38. The Princess and the Serpent – @longforgottenhymn (G, the one where Aziraphale takes Crowley to King Arthur’s court to get a nobleman off his back and oh no, fake dating becomes real dating, oh no. You think you’re ready for this fic? FOOL. This fic is going to carve you up from the inside out and you won’t even be READY for it even if you know it’s coming. This fic is going to promise intimacy and deliver in terrible, terrible tenderness. I am being melodramatic but THIS FIC. THIS FIC IS SO GOOD. This fic is not what I was expecting and it hits HARD because of that.)

39. Wicked dance – pirripipi (T, the one that’s a royal AU with incredible depth and complexity. Listen, what this fic might lack in polish it more than makes up for in flat-out interesting worldbuilding. The characterization is on point and the nonlinear storytelling is very well-handled. And that ending! So triumphant, so utterly joyful. What a joy this fic is! Just wait until you see the Garden of Eden, it’s SPECTACULAR.)

40. The sun doesn’t set on the shoreline – VinWrit (G, the one that’s a selkie and siren AU. This one feels more like it’s being told in microfiction installments and that’s certainly interesting on its own, but it reads like a horror story and it’s chock full of worldbuilding, and the characterization of Crowley especially just breaks my heart right in two. What a great little story.)

41. An Angel’s Hope – @braver-stronger-smarter (M, the one that’s a crossover with the Kiesha’ra book series by Amelia Atwater-Rhodes and it’s delicious AF. Not sure why it’s rated M, but it does deal with a war and the fallout of dealing with constant violence and death. Explains things well enough that you don’t need to have read the Kiesha’ra to understand what’s going on (or, like, if it’s been well over a decade since you last read it…), and the integration of Crowley and Aziraphale into the main plot of these shapeshifter snake and bird cultures is effortless. Can’t wait to see where this one goes (bc even if it just follows the plot of Hawksong, it’s sure to be an exciting ride). (Side note, read the Kiesha’ra, it’s a good series.))

42. By Grace – @seaskystone (G, the one that’s the little soulmate AU that could. Not very long but still highly impactful in my opinion, featuring Crowley and Aziraphale meeting in heaven and knowing right away they’re meant for each other, but canon still happens as it does. Short and bittersweet and pretty.)

43. The Ones Who Walk Away from Nevaeh – @soft-october-night (T, the one that’s the “The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas” AU none of us ever even knew we needed but heck if we didn’t get it anyway. If you aren’t familiar, “Omelas” is a short story by Ursula K LeGuin that I absolutely believe you must read in order to get the full impact of this and what the author does with the story with regard to our two boys, it’s earth-shattering. Soft-october-night does it again, just goes and makes outstanding AUs that own my entire soul like it ain’t no thing. Completely unfair.)

44. Take the Fall (What’s a Second Time) – @triffidsandcuckoos (T, the one where Crawly does what it says on the tin. This one includes a nice helping of Crowley suffering from chronic pain as a consequence of taking the blame for the apple business, and some sweet care from Aziraphale, who is well aware it’s his fault. An interesting take and a heartwarming story (even if suffering from chronic pain is the pits and there’s no way around that).)

45. forgotten (but not gone) – @writeonclara (T, the one where their memories are taken and Crowley and Aziraphale still manage to stay away from each other for about .04 seconds. This one has some hard edges and it is a harrowing story about accepting others and yourself, and having faith in yourself and your loved one, but the way they can’t keep their hands to themselves when all the stops are pulled out is frankly hilarious and I commend this story whole-heartedly for committing to that.)

46. It’s Not the Years, it’s the Mileage – @moveslikebucky (T, the one that’s an Indiana Jones AU based on @yamisnuffles’ art. You want Aziraphale doing his best in an Indy role while still being an angel? You want Crowley owning a bar and it DOESN’T suck? You want pining and heartache and hilarity? Park it, then, folks, you don’t even need to know the Indiana Jones films to enjoy it (I certainly don’t and I am aware of this failing, thank you).)

47. or the look or the words – @taizi (T, the one where they just keep getting married and it doesn’t stop from happening. Guys they are literally married HUNDREDS OF TIMES throughout history STARTING AT THE ARK. They are literally so soft and so in love and I am beside myself right now, please love yourself and practice some self-care by reading this fic.)

48. Give me a title, I’ll give you my heart – @nohaijiachi (T, the one that’s a human AU based on fanart and it’s great. Single dad Aziraphale with a cautious past, determined son Adam who is gonna get his dad a date if it’s the last thing he does, utterly besotted Crowley who is excellent at being gentle and also a great beta reader…a surprisingly emotional and fun piece, very good.)

49. what if you fall? oh, but my darling, what if i fly? – Doggoos (T, the one where they loved in Heaven and outside interference tore them apart. I LOST THIS FIC AND SPENT FOREVER TRYING TO FIND IT AGAIN. The one detail that kept me going? Crowley (as Raphael) and Aziraphale exchange jewelry before Gabriel sticks his stupid nose in it and the jewelry is visually stunning and emotionally gorgeous. It’s emotional and it’s fraught and there’s erased memories to contend with but holy COW, y’all. They’re so in love.)

50. Snakes and Stones (the Crowley/Aziraphale Human AU) – @deerstalkerdeathfrisbee (G, the series where it’s exactly what it says it is. The opening fic for this series is where literally everyone in Aziraphale’s dorm thinks his boyfriend is made up and Aziraphale has the enormous pleasure of proving them all wrong. It has great Newt characterization and, surprisingly, Gabriel being likeable, though he has to work for it. It’s fun and a little silly and I adore it.)

51. in the arms of the ocean (so sweet and so cold) – robynthemagpie_writes, agent_of_mischief (T, the one where Aziraphale becomes a lighthouse keeper and Crowley is probably a sea monster. This is a horror story and it’s a love story and while reading it kept me awake at night, thinking about it also kept me very much awake at night. I am the world’s biggest chicken and the spoop is real, friends, but more than that, it’s the horrors lurking in Aziraphale’s past (and probably Crowley’s, I have some theories) that are the heartbreaking bit. Not for the faint-hearted, it goes hard and I have a feeling it’s only going to go harder.)

52. i’ve found a way (a way to make you smile) – @fremulon (T, the one that’s an AU of The Office. Requires no knowledge of The Office but I’m sure it helps. This is one I kept putting off and deeply regret doing so (though, on the other hand, waiting so long to read it meant that I caught up the night before the last chapter went up, so HA). Y’all, it’s so funny and so relatable as an adult stuck in a dead-end job I don’t like, and the romance between Aziraphale and Crowley is so simple and so sweet. I just love it and I love this fic and I want you to read it immediately right now.)

53. I Know Places We Won’t Be Found – FangsScalesSkin (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale run away together from the Garden of Eden. I have been waiting for someone to write this forever and it’s finally happening. And it’s got such fun worldbuilding, and their interactions are so cute, and I just love them and want them to be okay and to be married forever and ever.)

54. an imitation of the garden of eden – @dyslexiccrowley (T, the one that’s a D&D-inspired AU. Speaking of AUs that come out of hecking nowhere, here’s one! This one is a really fun adventure, and if you thought me turning the Bentley into a horse in several of my fics was fun, this one beats me out by a country mile and I couldn’t be more gleeful about it because THE BENTLEY IS A DRAGON. I could deffo see the dnd elements throughout but the flavor of it is so unique, I thoroughly enjoyed the adventure and the character moments.)

55. Hell is Just a Sauna – @anthonyjcrowiey (T, the one that’s a “Ten Things I Hate About You” AU. I haven’t seen the film (though I have read Taming of the Shrew and I have been on Tumblr long enough to absorb several gifsets), but this fic was still so good and managed to hook me right in regardless of that fact. I can’t wait for it to finish up, we’re on the emotional crux of the plot and it’s tearing me up how it’s been left!)

56. be mine tonight (be mine forever) – @qorktrees (T, the one that’s a literal “fake dating becomes real dating” AU. Human AU, and these idiots I SWEAR. Aziraphale needs a date for the office Christmas party, Crowley is available and bribable, and of course it ends in their ruse becoming the real deal, this is fanfiction for crying out loud. It happens so sweetly, though, you’ve gotta see this.)

57. Changes in Latitudes, Changes in Attitudes – @gigglesnortbangdead (T, the one where Heaven and Hell turn enemies into children instead of smiting. Oh, goodness gracious y’all are not ready for this one. You aren’t ready for the way being turned into a child affects an angel or a demon. You aren’t ready for the myriad ways bb!Crowley is gonna tug at your heartstrings. You aren’t ready for the way Aziraphale is when it finally happens to him. You AREN’T READY. This is precisely why you should go read it right now immediately, to see just how unready you really are. You should take care of that at this exact moment.)

58. Ineffably Yours – SecondHandNews (M, the series where Crowley and Aziraphale choose each other and keep choosing each other. Listen to me: this series is the length of several novels. I have only read the first one, after stumbling on a side-story that was really good and not realizing it was a side-story of a bigger series until I’d finished it. I am planning on reading the rest of the series, which is still updating. I am a little terrified at this titan who has managed to write over 360K words since June in this one series alone. The first one absolutely had me biting my nails and rocking back and forth in an anxious haze, and it’s so tender and so beautiful and SO NERVE-WRACKING. Crowley and Aziraphale learn the Rapture is coming and they just…kinda snap, really. Stop avoiding each other, start choosing each other, and all the twists and turns that comes with it. Just. Really outstanding work, I am an anxious mess but it’s good XD)

JUST SOFT

59. Where to Start – @freyjawriter24 (T, the one where Crowley nearly kisses Aziraphale throughout history like A LOT. Guys you wanna feel the pine crushing into your soul? You want to feel that deep ache of wanting to touch so badly but holding back out of sheer desperate force of will? Read this, prepare to have your knees appropriately weakened from the longing.)

60. A Softer Fall – @themoonmothwrites (T, the one that’s the wall shoving but soft. Bury me in this one, boys, my corpse will rest well for eternity, because holy COW the longing and the fear and the reassurances…my heart is a marshmallow now and it’s this fic’s fault.)

61. for the dancing and the dreaming – @une-danse-macabre (G, the one where Aziraphale proposes. Listen I know this entire section of the post is for Soft Fic but this is Softe Fic and I am not joking even a little bit. Crowley desperately deflecting using humor bc he is so overwhelmed? It’s more likely than you think. Read this, it’s a beautiful little shot of humor and romance.)

62. in candlelight, we dance – SaerM (T, the one where they take a shower together. I have a deep and abiding weakness for bathing fic, and even better, it’s not a sex fic! Just two ineffable partners being tender and washing each other and being together. So sweet and good.)

63. A Pile of Pillows – @waffleironbiddingwar (T, the one where Aziraphale seems to have built a nest during a weekend apart. There’s a few cute nesting fics in this here post but this is one of my very favorites; even has some wing grooming, and lots of teasing and kissing. Very cute!)

64. When the Wind Changes – Star_less (G, the one where Crowley makes faces at babies. Listen. LISTEN. You don’t have to personally like kids to go all gooey over how much Crowley seems to like kids, entirely without meaning to. It’s too cute. Someone call the Cute Police.)

65. with adorations, with fertile tears – waywarder (T, the one where there’s an emotional meltdown while watching a high school production of Twelfth Night. So sweet and unsure and awkward, this one; it’s canon-verse, Aziraphale just drags Crowley to a high school production and then proceeds to very nearly have an angelic aneurysm over trying to hold his hand. If you’ve a soft spot for the Ineffable Husbands quoting Shakespeare at each other, welcome to the party, you’ve arrived.)

66. Sleeping Angel – @whatawriterwields (G, the one where Aziraphale is asleep on Crowley’s chest. It should be noted that this writer wields tenderness like a weapon, stiletto right between the ribs to knock all that breath right out of you, which is a much more gruesome descriptor than I probably should’ve used but YOU GUYS CROWLEY TALKS TO AZIRAPHALE IN HIS SLEEP AND IT’S SO SWEET AND I CAN’T BREATHE.)

67. in so many words – @asideofourown (G, the one where Aziraphale has trouble saying “I love you.” This one made me laugh and “aww” in equal measure, but to get you to click on the link and read as fast as I did, Aziraphale says “thank you” the first time Crowley says “I love you” and I DIED.)

68. A First Christmas, Once Again – lalaland666 (G, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale get to celebrate Christmas together. This one has a fun twist on why Aziraphale dislikes the holidays and a really cute Crowley getting excited for them, and I think it’s well worth reading whether or not you find the December holiday season celebratory or not.)

69. (i love you) as you are – @asideofourown (T, the one where Crowley tries to change to be more like Aziraphale in order to keep him and it’s heartbreaking. Listen, this writer is great and more often than not draws me in bc the dialogue is so good, but this one just crushed my heart into pieces, because Crowley is trying SO HARD and he doesn’t have to but doesn’t realize that he doesn’t have to and AUGH.)

70. the commendation – @forineffablereasons (G, the one where Aziraphale’s ring is itself a commendation from Heaven. This one is short and sweet but it GUTS me every time, just over Aziraphale and how much Heaven screwed him over and failed him by making him feel like the failure. Something this short should not hurt me so much AND YET. Crowley makes it better. Obviously.)

71. the other way round – @forineffablereasons (G, the one where Aziraphale lays in Crowley’s lap instead. Listen we all love it when Crowley puts his head in Aziraphale’s lap but this writer has the right of it, we don’t see it nearly enough the other way round and HHHHGK. The tenderness. The softness. It BURNS.)

72. Every Song in Every Key – @impishtubist (T, the one with the seriously misleading summary. I mean this in the best possible way. Crowley being the one to enjoy the holidays is fun enough, but the true meat of this fic came out of nowhere and it hit me square in the squishy bits. One of the tags is “kid fic” for a little bit of a hint but I shan’t spoil it for you, just go read about Crowley being soft.)

73. shed a sweet light – @areyougonnabe (T, the one that’s not anti-holiday so much as a non-holiday holiday fic. That was probably confusing for you BUT IN ESSENCE: Aziraphale has been around too long to get too attached to any particular holiday (plus time passes so differently when you’re immortal), and attracts the ire of holiday influencers. It gets surprisingly dire, and then delightfully Jewish. Has the exact heart that every holiday story hopes for: quiet, enduring love amidst the chaos. A beautiful little thing.)

BEFORE

74. Unexpected Variables – @seaskystone (T, the one where God keeps having to reset the universe. Hands-down the most hilarious fic on the list just by virtue of God’s impending migraine in dealing with Crowley and Aziraphale, who are so incompetent and I love them so much.)

75. Astralphysiastrics – @wortlby2 (T, the one where Crowley and Aziraphale finally talk about Before. This one’s “Before” elements take place in flashbacks but given that they’re a pretty significant portion of the fic, I put it in this category anyway. Guys this one HURTS, but there’s healing in it, too, which is a beautiful balance. Ends nice and fluffy, which is a good landing after the flashbacks are done tossing you about.)

TOUCH-STARVED/BODY WORSHIP/WINGS

76. To Preen a Songbird – @tiger-in-the-flightdeck (T, the one that’s just some good old-fashioned preening, y’all. Prepare for these idiots being silly and bantering and teasing, because the back-and-forth is so good. SO good. So very, very good.)

77. Life Hurts (But Not With You) – Spider_Lilly (T, the series that’s about Aziraphale letting Crowley preen him. This one takes a pretty serious turn and talks about what happens to angels with slightly more realistic-type wings who don’t have help preening. Fair warning, there’s a bit of grossness with impacted preen glands (which are oil glands) and if you are squeamish I would tread carefully, bc it can get a bit disturbing when Crowley has to help deal with them, but if you like realistic wing care, this is the series for you. Also love. Also pining. Also they’re kind of the same story from different perspectives and the one from Aziraphale’s perspective is SO MUCH WORSE EMOTIONALLY. A good bit of catharsis fic, for sure.)

78. Descent Suspension – @onheil-ferguson (M, the one where Crowley could use some tying up. M for shibari but it’s nonsexual. Book!verse. I apparently have a thing for nonsexual BDSM and bondage, because this fic absolutely took my breath away. It’s very calm and understated and dignified, just feels quiet. A beautiful piece, for sure.)

79. The End (of the Beginning) or A Not-So-Nice or Accurate Guide to Sex on a Stick, By Anthony J. Crowley, Demon. – @fantasticallyobscure (T, the one where Crowley has been trying sex with all the wrong people. Not explicit at all, just has a lot of discussions about sex, which can be off-putting but now you know going in (if the title didn’t give it away). Basically Crowley keeps trying sex with people who have his same physical build and loses his appetite for it, until he and Aziraphale finally get their heads on straight and Aziraphale wants to try it. Some hilarious metaphors and a lot of adorable Aziraphale being jealous, which is a trip. A wonderful little romp, for sure!)

80. You Are Unbreaking (Though Quaking) – @lesbianscrowleys (T, the one where Aziraphale works through his knee-jerk reactions to being touched. A very good little snapshot of healing and working through things while communicating with your partner, and there’s a fun side-story about accepting who you are that underscores the main theme rather well. Crowley is so good and patient and Aziraphale is trying so hard.)

81. A Treatise Concerning Religious Affectations – forthegreatergood (T, the one where there are discussions of religious ecstasy versus regular ecstasy. This one involves more or less orgasming via manipulation of miraculous brain chemistry, and it’s a little bit funky, but you get in the vibe of the fic pretty quickly, I think, the writer is good about setting the tone. And it’s adversarial as all heck, this is a legitimate disagreement Crowley and Aziraphale are having and you feel every weighty second of it. It’s sensual, I think, but not necessarily erotic, and that’s a hard needle to thread and they do it very well.)

82. 451°F – @purple-suits (G, the one after the church bombing where Aziraphale wants so badly it hurts. Guys, oh you guys, the pure need in this one isn’t even really sexual but it HURTS, it is so physical and raw and achey. It absolutely put about five more aches under my skin just from secondhand need. Oh, y’all. Oh beans.)

BONUS

83. Chaos Theory – @themoonmothwrites (T, the series that’s about Adam hitting on Warlock in a bar and then reintroducing him to his old nanny and gardener. This one is 1. prime Adam/Warlock material, and 2. PRIME Warlock/facing his feelings and confronting his past and figuring out his future material. I have the weakest spot possible for Warlock Dowling and this one hits that spot like a LOT.)

84. Through the branches there’s a son that’s always shone – @jessicafish (G, the one with a contented Warlock. This one is a Halloween fic that has the softest Warlock and Crowley interaction of all time, it’s so short but it hits so hard and I must thank it for my life, really.)

85. Love, And Its Interference With The Nature of Reality – @souljellied (M, the one where Adam has a big ole crush and reality is warping for Warlock. M for some saucy makeouts at the start but it’s pretty tame. Guys if the fact that at one point the headlines in a news stand all read “TOP TEN REASONS TO DATE ADAM YOUNG” before Warlock blinks and they all change back to normal isn’t a good enough reason to read this fic then I don’t know what to tell you, it’s so delightfully tongue-in-cheek about Adam’s effect on reality and so funny and so sweet, even if it does end on a note that makes me howl for wanting a continuation.)

86. Slumber Party Summons and Aftereffects – @joyandotherstories (G, the series where Crowley gets summoned by a party of teenage girls and has a very heartfelt, productive evening with them. I dragged my feet on this story for incomprehensible reasons so DON’T YOU MAKE MY MISTAKES. The teenage girls who summon Crowley are so sweet and loveable, each and every one of them, and guys they ship Crowley and Aziraphale so hard when they finally pry Crowley’s life story out of him, with help from some memory projection witchery. It’s so good, y’all, so cute and so fresh. Just the best.)

87. Christmas Delivery – Daegaer (G, the one where Gabriel sends obnoxious Christmas cards and they are the highlight of Heaven’s holiday (to make merciless fun of). It should be noted that these Christmas cards all feature artistic renderings of Gabriel himself. I about died laughing and it’s canon now in my heart. I should not be endeared to the Archangels but here we are.)

88. and i don’t care if you don’t want me (i’m yours anyhow) – shaekspeares (T, the one where Warlock is figuring himself out at uni. This one is complex and deadpan and has such a good representation of Warlock and what he could grow to be, plus that excellent Warlock/Adam content I am always here for and Warlock having a complete meltdown over the idea that his former nanny and gardener were sent by his parents to spy on him, but not that they’re an angel and a demon. This kid has his priorities in order. Well, no, he doesn’t, but it’s fun to watch him get there. And he and Adam have the best dynamic ever, it’s full of friction and no small amount of adversarial energy turning sweet over time. This fic is physically healing to read and we aren’t even done yet. A fantastic addition to the fandom, if just for what Warlock does to the British equivalent of the Young Republican student body.)

89. Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach – Nnm (T, the one where Crowley gets a therapist. I know most of you should know this, or at least have heard of it, but pipe down bc I finally got around to reading it and it’s AMAZING. If you’re a human who’s gone to a good therapist or who needs to, this story’s protagonist is phenomenal. And she’s not static in her own journey, either, she grows and heals along with Crowley, and it’s not linear or clean or simple. Like real life, it has dips and turns and bad patches, but the healing is palpable. A masterwork, truly, just real dadgum good, y’all.)

H/C /WHUMP/BAMF

90. I Don’t Want the World to See Me – @coulson-is-an-avenger (T, the one where they navigate an unexpected boundary concerning Crowley’s glasses. People who flinch every time they read about Aziraphale taking off Crowley’s glasses without permission rejoice: we have a fix-it fic for you. It’s tender in every sense of the word, and shows great boundary communication (y’know after the immediate scare is over), and all around is incredibly worth the read.)

91. Still Waking Up – @sleepymccoy (T, the one that’s trauma recovery with lots of bed-sharing and pining. Friendos if you want to feel every inch of that slow burn, you’ve arrived. This fic is careful and it’s emotionally ragged-edged and it’s just so dang pretty as Crowley and Aziraphale work through their separate issues and come to terms with what it means to them to be together with each other.)

92. Borrowed Scars – dreamsofspike (M, the one where Aziraphale finds out what Crowley goes through when he’s in Hell. M for implied/referenced rape and onscreen torture (and like some heavy petting that gets interrupted by feels). This one’s heavy, y’all, heavier than my usual fare, bc Aziraphale is in Hell wearing Crowley’s body when he finds this out so it’s pretty firsthand. Most of the bad bits are told in flashbacks but there’s also the healing part where Crowley finds out and he and Aziraphale have to have a heart-to-heart about what happened and how it’s never going to happen again. Drags you through the mud but then sets you back on your feet, a very good little number, I thought.)

93. Surviving Hell – @whatawriterwields (T, the series where Crowley’s coping mechanism is to shut down and then that coping mechanism becomes maladaptive in the new world. If you’re like me, you’re used to this writer writing the fluffiest creations known to man, so this foray into deeper territory socks like a cannonball right in the gut. Crowley’s healing process is long and it’s slow, with so much aching tender care from Aziraphale it is physically painful in a way. Can’t wait for it to update, I am INVESTED.)

94. Easier than Air – @a-candle-for-sherlock (G, the one where Aziraphale finally deals with stuff. This is a collection of panic attacks, as a warning; Aziraphale’s entire six-thousand-year life is catching up to him, living under Heaven’s eye and knowing he doesn’t measure up, still trying to be with Crowley even though knowing the danger…it’s a lot on a person, and it all kinda comes crashing down after Armageddon’t. Crowley takes care of him, talks and holds him through it all, and it’s so sweet, so freeing to vicariously fall apart through Aziraphale and be held through it by Crowley. Just. Augh.)

95. So Still I Wait – HotCrossPigeon (T, the one where Heaven locks Aziraphale in a void, basically, for three months, and then dump him back on earth for Crowley to pick up the pieces. Guys this one is part of a “hurt Aziraphale” series and it delivers. Aziraphale is his usual soft, silly self all throughout and that makes it hurt worse when he’s suffering, and downright agonizing when he’s trying to recover. Heaven is horrible to him throughout, and Crowley is so gentle and scared, and honestly I don’t know how I didn’t just keel over while reading it. This takes touch-starved to an extreme that booted it from the Touch-Starved category and into this one, because WOW. WOW.)

96. Flaming Like Anything – @thepoetoftime (NR, the one where any weapon Aziraphale holds flames. This one isn’t silly, exactly, but it is hilarious watching Aziraphale flame things like a stick and an umbrella and then absolutely CREAM his foes with them. Never stood a chance, poor souls. A wonderful read, with a surprising twist near the end I highly recommend savoring, it’s too good a mental image.)

97. Love Seeketh Not Itself to Please – @dietraumerei (T, the one where Aziraphale is hurt by a summoning and Crowley takes him to Heaven for healing. This one hurts on so many levels I don’t know where to begin. There’s the physical hurt—obviously—but then there’s the tension of our favorite reprobates being back in Heaven, and a moment where the rug is pulled that is disorienting and just…hateful, absolutely hateful, but in the weirdest, most relieving way. I cannot explain this to you, you must read it. And then sweet, sweet aftercare, because of course. I wouldn’t recommend it to you if there wasn’t any comfort in it, and this writer in particular has historically done excellently with the comfort aspect; this is certainly no different. It absolutely tickled my fancy.)

98. Cry for Absolution – forthegreatergood (T, the one where a miscommunication causes six thousand years of touch avoidance. Guys. GUYS. Crowley thinks his touch hurts Aziraphale and you know what it actually does? It actually hurts ME, personally, watching Crowley misread Aziraphale’s little gasps and flinches as pain rather than shock. Then they fight about it, and things resolve, but HHHNG. THAT PINING. THAT TOUCH-STARVED LONGING.)

99. White Walls and Dead Air – BabyHoldMyFlower (G, the one where Crowley has to physically take Aziraphale away from the plague. This one lands in this category rather than in the Body Worship/Touch-Starved/Wings category is the sheer (DESERVED) emotional vitriol Aziraphale has bottled up in him, the anger at God and Heaven, and how ragged he is from trying to stay ahead of the plague but just not being able to. Crowley helps, because of course he does, but this fic is the emotional equivalent of being put through a wringer. It’s exhausting and it’s beautiful.)

#good omens #good omens fic recs #mega gomens fic rec list #i guess i'm just gonna keep making these until i die #or until my gomens interest wanes #whichever comes first #phew what a big baby this post is

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victoriareyloficlists · 4 years ago

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19 February 2021 Additions to Reylo Fluff

These fics have been added to the Fluff lists located in the following lists:

Fluff Part 1 Titles A-G

Fluff Part 2 Titles H-M

Fluff Part 3 Titles N-S

Fluff Part 4 Titlez T-Z

Peacock by AttackoftheDarkCurses (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 22 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor. Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.) Prank Wars by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2020 Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: An office AU where Ben and Rey are office rivals pranking each other, & she sends him a glitter bomb.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 52 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: The mysterious disappearance of a Good Boy Sweater.) Chef's kiss by BSib (AO3 2019 Rated M Complete, 6 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben wants to learn how to cook and he feeds Rey all the leftovers. She doesn't realize he is in love with her and after learning about her upbringing he tries to ensure there won't be a day when she is hungry.) Of Coffee, Corgis, and Cats by starspangledbisexual (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey would do anything for Finn- and by extension, Finn's boyfriend Poe and his adorable corgi, BeeBee. That includes covering Finn's shift when BeeBee goes missing. Throw a handsome customer, some convenient coincidences, and a very surly cat into the mix, and Rey's Tuesday afternoon turns out to be a lot more interesting than she thought it would be.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 54 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey has an perfect boyfriend, too bad he's fictional.) Go And Catch A Falling Star Chapter 55 by Ayearandaday (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben shares with Rey the thing that cheers him up.) My Boss Needs to Get Laid! by Hellyjellybean (AO3 2021 Rated M Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rose and Hux are PAs for the worst workaholics ever Rey and Ben. They decide to set thier bosses up by sending then on the same business conference, 'accidentally' booking one honeymoon suite in spa-resort, one bed and all.) Snacks by LadySkywalker77 (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Based on a prompt by @reylo_Prompts "They’re at a black tie party hosted by a Resistance patron and the food is meh. Rey beckons Ben to a corner where she offers him snacks she's brought in her dress's pockets. This is it, the moment he knows he’s in love with Rey.") But I Do by SpaceWaffleHouseTM (AO3 2019 Rated E Complete, 8 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey and Ben get married at the same venue at the same time. When both are left at the altar, they decide to flip life off and marry each other.) To Have and to Hold by bunilicious (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 5 Chapters, Medieval AU, Quick Synopsis: “Your husband is gravely injured, my lady.” The envoy’s words should have pleased Lady Rey. After all, her husband was one of the dreaded Norman barons who invaded her beloved country and claimed the lands in the name of the bastard who now called himself king. Ben Solo had stormed her uncle’s keep, killed all the men who opposed their new conquerors, and claimed the stronghold for his own. He took the keep, he took the surrounding lands and, at the new king’s orders, took Rey to wife. Rey should have hated him. But, in the six months following their hasty and undesirable marriage, Rey found that hatred for her new husband was the furthest emotion from her heart and mind.) Nonsense & Nuptials by thehobbem (AO3 2021 Rated T Complete, 2 Chapters, Regency AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is the ward of Leia and Admiral Han Solo. She lives alongside Ben Solo who is the victim of her repeated attempts at matchmaking. But her scheming reveals more about her own feelings and fears that she's missed out on something very important.) forever valentine by bellestar (AO3 2021 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben makes a confession in his wedding speech. He knew he was going to marry Rey when he and Rey were 4 years old and she gave him a Valentine she made and colored herself. And 21 years later, he still has that Valentine.) Stone Hollow by violethoure666 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben and Rey have been tasked with convincing a very grumpy old man to let them use his private road for a bus route. They’re stuck in the middle of nowhere and there’s only one room at the inn *smirk emoji*) A Heavenly Holiday by ElleRen31 (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 4 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo needs to find Christmas gifts for his family. At a local department store, he finds more than he bargains for.) Let It Be Me by elemie89 (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben Solo has found the perfect Christmas tree. Only problem is, someone else thinks it’s a perfect tree too.) If the Fates Allow by dawninthemtn (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, 6 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Leia Organa is the most successful matchmaker in the world and renowned creator of irresistible.com, where she built an algorithm so airtight her corporate headquarters is wallpapered with wedding announcements. To her chagrin, the only person she’s never been able to set up is her own son, Ben. But she has an employee named Rey that she has decided is Ben’s perfect match, so she hatches a plan to set them up. Unbeknownst to his mother, Ben has set up an anonymous profile on irresistible.com and has been writing his match Rey for months.) smothered, covered, chunked by SecretReyloTrash (BadOldWest) (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Ben is a painfully shy college student. Rey is the fellow insomniac next door. He finally gets to see where she goes in the middle of the night when he hears her leave the dorm.) Homecoming by ItsALilah (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After disaster rips through his hometown, Ben Solo finally comes home to surprise his parents at their annual Christmas Eve party. And if he's hoping to run into Rey, the girl he's secretly been pining for since high school, that would be... cool. Although he'll never make a move, not while her over-protective older brother - and Ben's best friend - is around. But when Ben makes it home, not only does he find himself reconnecting with his friends and family, but fate itself seems to be pushing him and Rey together (thanks to a ridiculous amount of mistletoe).) Keep On Giving by MaryMonster (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey is eagerly awaiting the delivery of her Christmas present, a luxury vibrator. There’s only one problem – it was accidentally delivered to her neighbor, Ben Solo. A cozy Christmas Reylo fic full of fluff and smut.) Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by captain_staryeyed (AO3 2018 Rated T Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: After finding out that Rey has nowhere to go for Christmas, Ben invites her to spend Christmas at his parents’ house. During the time spent together, they are forced to confront their growing feelings toward each other.) All I Want for Christmas (Is Smut) by MizuPhoenix (AO3 2018 Rated E Complete, 2 Chapters, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: All Ben Solo wanted for Christmas was to lose his V-Card. Only, the reason he was still thirty years old and hadn't lost it yet was all due to one Rey Jackson. His very best friend. Rey wanted quite a lot of things for Christmas this year. All of them involving her first friend (and love of her life) Ben Solo.With meddling friends trying to bring the oblivious pair some Christmas cheer, this was going to be a very Smutty Christmas.) Gelt by RebelRebel (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "I only need a few minutes of your time," she continued, voice faltering slightly under his gaze. "To discuss my proposal for the purchase and refurbishment of the Plutt Orphanage in Brooklyn Heights– " In which Rey works with Kylo Ren, Advocacy Director of the Organa Foundation, to spread a little Chrismukkah cheer.) The Mistake of the Mailman by CadomirBane (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: Rey's on-campus university address is 'Box 324 Mulberry St, The Bryant Center.' Ben Solo's address is '324 Mulberry St.' And she keeps getting this poor guy's mail.) That Is My Cat by LoveThemFiercely (AO3 2018 Rated G Complete, One-Shot, Modern AU, Quick Synopsis: "Excuse me but that 'stray cat' you're trying to 'adopt'? Is my pet.")

#reylo #reylo fanfic

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talesfantastic · 4 years ago

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//Like or comment if you want to roleplay with Genesis Rhapsodos, from the Compilation of FF7! Muse Page Here.

Wishlist

FF7 Compilation

Pre-SOLDIER days with Angeal

Hurt/comfort scenarios dealing with the aftermath of injuries or illness.

Someone seeing past the persona Genesis has built up and actually becoming one of his few real friends.

Mentorship situations, both in SOLDIER and post-Meteor

Pokémon Crossover / Fusion

none yet!

Fandomless Fantasy AU

Arranged marriage aus

Rubbing elbows with other elites

Studying with other mages / magical beings

Star Wars

A master taking him on despite his tendency towards volatile emotions

Raising a padawan of his own

Diplomatic shenanigans

Time Travel / World Hopping

Going back in time and meeting (saving) his younger self

Going back in time and replacing his younger self / saving the others

Meeting other mages / magical beings / immortals

Verses Under the Cut

FF7 Compilation

Pokémon Crossover / Fusion

Fandomless Fantasy AU

Star Wars AU

Time Travel / World Hopping

FF7 Compilation

V: Everything’s Fine and Nothing Hurts (Canon Divergent - default)

Genesis never degraded and never defected. He still serves as third-in-command of SOLDIER alongside Angeal and Sephiroth, even after the war with Wutai has ended. May cover any of the earlier timeline, but with the understanding that CC+ never happened and those years and on are completely canon divergent. He is likely ignorant to the truth of Project G.

V: Early Riser (Original Game/Advent Children)

The sheer destructive force of Meteor awakens Genesis early from his restorative slumber. Cleansed of Jenova but too weak to perform as Minerva’s WEAPON, he retreats into the abandoned ShinRa tower, living off the supplies that had been abandoned in the mad rush to escape Meteor. As his strength returns, he slowly ventures out in careful disguises to learn about what’s happened in his absence but is careful to avoid all old ties.

V: From the Ashes (Dirge of Cerberus +)

After Deepground erupted from the ruins of Midgar, Genesis finally awakened and emerges to a changed world. At a loss for what to do with himself, he skirts around Edge, learning what he can of current events and avoiding the remnants of ShinRa. For a time, he moves down to the ruins of Banora and takes residence in the caves as he continues his recovery.

When restlessness strikes, Genesis eventually reaches out to Reeve to see about subtly helping the WRO; unsaid, he feels somewhat responsible for the chaos that has nearly destroyed the world and is ready to do what he can to make amends, even if he goes out of his way not to be recognized.

Pokémon Crossover / Fusion

V: In Command Of Fire (Crossover Default)

Genesis has climbed the ranks with his team, reaching First Class as a dual type Fire and Dark specialist and then going on to the new position of Commander as SOLDIER becomes the “Pokémon Rangers” and he is used to help organize and manage the more volatile elements.

V: Flashfire Champion (Fusion AU)

Raised by two prestigious trainers and with an Affinity literally in his blood, Genesis started training at five and joined the Pokémon Rangers at the age of ten. Powerfully gifted with Fire and no slouch with Dark, he climbed the ranks as a premiere offensive battler. His talent with strategy quickly led him to a leadership position as a Ranger, and eventually a high ranking in the Western Pokémon League.

Fandomless Fantasy AU

V: Royal Guard

Genesis’ strengths play directly into pushing him to knighthood, and his genteel background allowed for him to mingle comfortably with even those with a higher pedigree. Despite his volatile temperament, he’s become the go-to for any youths who express magical affinity that their normal teachers may not be able to train. In times of war, and answers both to the head of the guard, and to the royal family.

V: The Social Academic

Instead of pursuing a life of knighthood, Genesis bows to his father’s wishes and pursues academia and social advancement.

Star Wars

V: The Hopeful

After the death of his family, the young Corellian initiate was transferred to Coruscant to finish his training. His struggles to overcome a flashfire temper and ‘problem’ with attachments makes him a hard sell to the traditional masters on Coruscant, despite skill and strength with the Force beyond his age. As his thirteenth birthday approaches, it’s going to take a special master to take him on.

V: The Jedi Diplomat

Despite his temper, Knight Rhapsodos is perfectly capable of brilliant diplomacy and flawless manners. Combined with his grasp of multiple languages and fascination with alien cultures, the somewhat eccentric Jedi scholar has become a prized Jedi diplomat.

Time Travel / World Hopping

V: The Traveler

Centuries past DoC, Genesis has gained the power and knowledge to leave his world behind. If all goes well, he manages to travel into his own past, in a desperate attempt to fix all that had gone so wrong and started the world down the path to destruction. However, it’s plenty likely that something might slip, that some small error might well send him off course, and into another universe.

#permanent starter call #ff7 rp #genesis rhapsodos

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sunbellylou · 4 years ago

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ask for writers !!

thank you @tomlinvelvetfics for tagging me! and thank you @soldouthaz for making this tag!

1. describe how you first started writing and when you first posted: i’ve been writing for years now, i started with het (ew!) 1d fics in portuguese back in 2011, it was actually those little imagines we used to write, don’t know if anyone remembers hehe. i posted them on a facebook page i was part of and i remember the first thingy i wrote was something with niall, but i really don’t remember any details (but was probably bad as heck since i was 11).

my first larry fic i probably wrote around 2012 when i found out the gay fanfics world haha, i don’t remember what it was or anything tbh, in my head i always wrote and posted gay fanfic.

my first fanfic in english was a little one shot (like 400 words honestly), it was a translation of a previous work i wrote portuguese. i posted it a year and a half ago and it’s called playground love (please don’t look).

2. which of your characters do you typically resonate most closely with? do you base any characters off of yourself?: i usually write from harry’s pov because i love love l o v e describing louis and how angelic he is, so usually i tend to see louis as this ethereal ish character, cause it’s usually about harry falling in love with him. so whether i like it or no, i tend to be closer to harry’s characters in my fics, i always like to put a bit of myself on him and make the character real, you know?

3. where do you often find inspiration?: honestly? anything! i’ve written fics inspired by tumblr posts, tweets, pictures, songs, movies, things that happened in my real life, books. i literally wrote a pwp because i couldn’t stop thinking about leather pants (go read my robin hood au).

4. has quarantine helped or hindered your writing process?: in the beginning it was really helping me, i’d stay up till 4am everyday just writing like crazy, but then i got into the worst writer’s block and didn’t write shit for months. (and of course right when i started getting new ideas, i started working so i have no free time).

5. do you listen to music/noise while you write or do you prefer silence? always listen to music, all the time. i can’t do anything without music. mostly because my brain is a mess and music helps me concentrate. i usually go for some chill songs, some indie pop and stuff.

6. what is your biggest writing pet peeve in your writing or in general?: oh my god, when i’m writing and two or more paragraphs start with the same word, one after the other. it drives me crazy!!!! and sometimes i spend hours looking for ways to word differently the sentences, just so i don’t have two paragraphs starting with “the”.

also when my paragraphs are two (or one) lines long, i can’t! it has to have three or more lines.

7. describe your ideal writing setup: at the dining table, in the middle of the night, with some soft music playing in the background and some popcorn with me!

8. favorite time of day to write?: well, just said it hehe i like writing at night.

9. favorite genre to write + one you’d like to try writing in the future?: woah, that’s tough because i literally write any genres! i really love writing fantasy and horror stuff, but i feel like it’s not really well accepted in the fandom? (spec horror). and when people like it, they only read from bigger authors so i usually keep myself from writing those. aaand tbh i probably already wrote most of fic genres out there, so there isn’t much left to try.

10. do you struggle with writer’s block? how do you typically overcome it? i’m writer’s block bitch and i do not know how to overcome her

11. what is the easiest part of your writing process and the most difficult? outlining tbh, i usually don’t (and it comes back to kick me in the ass). i always have too many ideas at the same time and can’t stick to one, so outlining and finding the right plot is really hard.

12. how do you come up with original characters? (if applicable): lately i haven’t really had the chance to come up with ocs, but when i wrote original books (not fanfics and stuff), i usually started with the gender and one outstanding personality trait and went from there.

13. what is your favorite and least favorite word? i love the words ethereal and breeze, omg you’ll find them A LOT on my fics. and my least favorite word is growl.

14. what is one thing about your writing that you’re really proud of and one thing you hope to continue working at?: i think i describe the vibez in the scene really well, it’s my favorite thing to do. and i need to work more on building my sentences, because theyre always supermessy.

15. what work of yours has your favorite ‘verse/world building? how did you come up with it?: definitely the fic i’m working on right now! i’m putting so much work on the world building since it’s a fantasy fic, so i’m planning every little detail about it. i hope other people like it too when they read it !!

16. what font and size do you write in? single spaced or double?: comic sans, 12pt, single spaced. don’t come at me.

17. what is a typo(s) you find yourself making consistently?: because english isn’t my first language, i always change like ‘th’ for ‘d’ (because it has a similar sound in portuguese), so catch me typing ‘de’ instead of ‘the’ or ‘dey’ instead of ‘they’.

18. (if applicable) do you separate fic writing from fandom?: i didn’t understand the question so i’m pretending i never read it hehe

19. what emotion is your favorite to write? which is the most difficult?: my favorite to write is probably,,, love/adoration, like harry looking at louis like he’s the whole world and thinking about how amazing he is? i love it.

and the most difficult is probably anger, i find it really hard to write like fights and stuff like that because usually i make the characters sound more sad than angry.

20. what is one thing you hope readers always take away from your works?: i never thought about that but,,, i hope they start finding joy in small things that happen in their day. that’s something i use a lot in my fics and i think it’s very important to bring it to real life. like enjoy that late night tea, showering in the morning, spending a summer day in the house, cleaning, etc.

21. what is the best and worst writing advice you’ve ever received?: i think the best advice is one i got from someone i no longer talk to, they told me this when i first started writing in english and it is to stop trying to write fancy or like native english speakers, because it’s much better to write simple sentences that i’m confident about than write sentences with words i barely know how to use.

and the worst advice is TO OUTLINE! i know i should maybe i dont know but leave me alone, i hate outlining bye

22. which one of your works would you most want to see turned into a film/television show?: ok so,,, it’s a book i wrote like three years ago with original characters. it’s called great evil and i wrote it in portuguese. it’s full of violence and acid humor, about a very evil and sarcastic demon and an angry hunter. (one day i’ll translate that book and turn it into a larry fic)

23. do you write scenes chronologically or out of order?: chronologically. always

24. how do you handle criticism?: really bad. please be careful with what words you use. i’m already really hard on myself when it comes to my writing, so sometimes someone says something and (it might be dramatic but) i feel my world crumbling and i want to stop writing right away.

25. what is the advice you would give to someone who is looking to start writing?: just,,, do it. there’s no right or wrong way to do it. there’s no such thing as too much or too little, bad or good plots. every idea is a good idea. write it for yourself, write something you like. go ahead and just do it. there’s always someone out there who will enjoy your work, no matter what.

26. what kind of feedback on your work always makes your day?: any comments make my day tbh, if you comment on my fic i’ll be forever grateful and will be smiling like a fool the whole day. honestly, even a “omg i loved it” comment can make my day.

27. which fic ‘verse of your own would you most like to exist in? which fic’s characters would you most like to befriend?: the one i’m writing 100%, please i want to live in a fantasy world. i wanna live in the water kingdom and have faerie louis as my king please.

and i’d like to befriend louis from my fic kiss me in your chevrolet, he’s a sweetheart and i must protecc.

28. what do you always enjoy getting asks about/wish people would ask about more?: anything! i rarely get asks so anything is good hehe

29. what has writing added to your life? how has it changed you?: it’s such a big part of my life, i spent all my teenage years writing and it really is what built my personality. it helped me being more creative with all aspects of my life and take life lightly, enjoy little things and moments.

30. why do you write?: i just love having ideas and putting out there, playing with words and finding new ways to describe daily things.

boost yourself + tags!

1a. share the last sentence you wrote:

The path through the dense forest, covered in slippery rocks and burning trees is already difficult enough, but it becomes ten times worse when you’re being pestered by small, demonic creatures.

2a. describe the wip you’re most excited about:

i’m honestly only working on one fic right now and i’m super duper excited about it

3a. share the piece of dialogue from one of your works you’re most proud of:

"I mean, I still don't plan on watching Star Wars, so…"

The boy groans playfully, throwing his head back and Louis' eyes are suddenly really interested in the column of the guy's throat.

"Americans really have no culture." He shoulders Louis slightly, warmth spreading through Louis' dainty shoulder and making him trip to the side lightly. With a faux outraged scoff, Louis waves a dismissing hand.

“What do British people know about culture? All you do is drink tea and talk about the weather all day,” Louis teases with a mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Also, Star Wars is American, just so you know.” He rolled his eyes playfully, feeling surprisingly comfortable in his presence.

Skater Boy sighs comically, shaking his head, his wavy locks falling gracefully on the sides of his face and Louis can’t stop thinking about how soft his hair must be.

“You got me there.”

not posted but i kinda like it (i’m not really good with dialogues, so it was really hard to find one lmao)

4a. share the best first and last lines from your work(s): I will do only those that are already published:

best first lines are from a halloween fic i never finished:

Louis’ blue eyes snap open. His heart pounds fast inside his rib cage, making something as easy as breathing almost impossible. Sweat drenches his body and he feels like drowning. He feels too awake and wary as his breathing calms down, as well as his grips on the sheets under him loosen.

best last lines are from my 2019 BLFF there’s more than one place to call home:

Their life was utter chaos, and they were definitely complete opposites, and sometimes Harry wished Louis would just shut the hell up, but at the same time, Harry wouldn’t change a single thing about his life, because he had Louis, and that was all that mattered to him.

5a. link the last fic you read: it was the devil's in the details by @raspberryoatss

6a. link the last work you published: you could take a lick (but it’s too cold to bite me)

7a. link to your ao3 (if applicable): cinnamons

8a. someone that inspires you: louis hehe

9a. a comfort fic/work that you’ve been grateful for this year: tbh i don’t read a lot of fics, but there’s this work a friend of mine wrote. it was in portuguese and she ended up deleting it but it’s amazing.

10a. other writers that you’d like to tag! @bottomlwt @raspberryoatss

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north-peach · 5 years ago

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Star Wars Au where Padmé lives and Vader has a Bucky Barnes arc.

Padme lives with her children and the Republic lives, but only just.

Sidious and his new apprentice flee into the Outer Rim, taking a good chunk of the clones with them. Anakin Skywlaker vanishes, a single life among the thousands of missing, presumed dead Jedi.

Obi-Wan Kenobi stands tall, his hair entirely gray, as the Grandmaster of the Jedi Order, a loyal supported of Chancellor Amidala, even though the Jedi Order now stands separate from the Republic.

Their own Clones are ever loyal to this new Nation that has no land, and is open to all those Force Sensitive.

One Clone in particular, decorated in 501st blues stands always behind Chancellor Amidala. A warning perhaps? Everyone knows the Clones will never be loyal to the Republic again, only to their jettise.

In the Unknown Territories and the very edges of the Otter Rim, Darth Vader slaughters his way into power, returning as always to bow at the feet of his Master, at the withered form of Darth Sidious.

Your wife was murdered, his Master croons in his ear, your children with her.

Darth Vader has no knowledge of a wife, but if he concentrates, he can taste water on his lips, smell a soft and lovely scent, but he also caught glimpses of a woman that almost brings tears to his eyes, even if her features remain blurry and just out of focus.

Still, he goes and he slaughters the scum, the slavers, the traffickers, the gangs, the organizations of people who profit off the suffering of other sentient beings.

He kills and he kills and he keeps killing and listens to his Dep Master- he always listens to his Master.

Depur took my wife, my child, my people, Depur took them all

He doesn’t like to listen to those thoughts, they hurt, they make his head go fuzzy and bright.

Darth Vader stares in a mirror and doesn’t know his face and sometimes the gold creeps out and the blue shines in the light and sometimes the gold burns across his eyes until all he can do it breath through the rage and the fury that consumes him.

The Republic, his Master says, soft and slow, took your wife, betrayed you, and you will take revenge, yes? You will have justice!

So Darth Vader goes and goes, all for this wife he cannot remember but loves with every breath he takes, for their child, who never took their first breath and he hates.

The years pass and once his Master is satisfied with the power Vader has amassed, the armies, the territories, the weapons, the ships-

then, to the Republic they set course for.

....

Vader searches for information in the signals he picks up with a machine he built himself.

Vader finds so much history, propaganda these Republic people tell to hide the truth, but still, he must read, he must watch all of it because know your enemy, the man in his head murmurs against the fall of water, in the light, in the peace and again in the dark, with the screams and the silence and the cold.

So Vader learns.

Sidious does not approve.

Vader.....does not question the lies Depur tells him his Master.

....

One more burst of information will not hurt, Sidious will not even know.

Sidious does not know all of the things Vader hides from him and he never will

There’s a woman on the screen.

She is beautiful and her face is cold.

Her voice rings, impassioned and it falls and rises with the beat of his heart.

She looks like an angel sad.

Vader stares at her for hours, until a woman comes, one of the former battle slaves he rescued at the very beginning of his conquest.

He doesn’t he have a name that isn’t a title turns and looks and the woman stops. The woman says something and says it again, but AnVader does not hear.

Instead, he speaks and hopes it drowns out the scream inside his head.

PadmemywifemylovemyangelPadmeyou’reALIVE

I know her, Vader says, entirely illogically. Her favorite color is blue.

The woman- her name, her name, possessions don’t have names, Sidious explains, soldiers die there’s no need for names steps closer.

Then Sidious has lied to you.

Vader blinks, once and twice and...

I know her. That woman in black robes.

The Chancellor of the Republic? Mi’s- the woman of the gladiator rings of Alahazar asks.

Vader...says nothing.

Mi’sha’n- the woman laughs and it sounds like she’s weeping. She reaches up, reaches closer and tugs off the black helmet that covers his face.

You are as us, you have always been a slave, even when you freed us and only now have you realized.

V- Ana- Appren- Padaw- too many noises, too many voices, and the Force rises up and stops.

Go, says Mi’sha’nryl, the woman he liberated from a bloody pit, starving and wounded, go to this woman and ask for answers. Show her the face Sidious demands you hide and ask.

Sidious sais they killed my wife, the man answers. She was pregnant.

Mi’sha’nryl smiles, her sharp teeth bared.

Go to your wife, Ekkreth Skywalker, far from your Depur and comes back, to free us once more, Son of Suns.

My people, the man protests.

We will remain here, with Depur until you return to strike him down.

.....

might make a fic outta like. I very like. Hope you like it!

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verumking · 5 years ago

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YOZORA RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET!

Want new-and-exciting plots for your character? Long to reach out to more of your followers, but don’t know where to start? Fear not! Fill out this form and give your RP partners both present and future all the of juicy jumping off points they need to help you get your characters acquainted.

Be sure to tag the players whose characters YOU want more cues to interact with, and repost, don’t reblog! Feel free to add or remove sections as you see fit. Template here.

tagged by: stolen from rosaguard because this is a hecking good meme tagging: anyone who wants to !

OOC info!

Mun name: Fallacy ! OOC contact: Feel free to DM me via Tumblr, or Discord if you have it !

who the heck is my muse anyway?

Yozora is the main protagonist of the fictional video game ‘Verum Rex’, as seen in the Toy Box world of Kingdom Hearts 3. He then made his debut in the Kingdom Hearts 3 secret ending, named after Yozora himself, as a canon character in the KH universe. We have seen all but two minutes of Yozora, and he currently does not have any speaking lines: thus this blog is solely built on my own headcanons and meta, including the universe in which he resides, Replica Earth. You can read more about Yozora’s world here.

Born into poverty, Yozora had a bleak upbringing. In a bid to earn more coin, Yozora was sold off by his mother to a medical research group: who strived to ‘improve humanity’. This medical research group, was in fact, the robotics consortium known as Gigas Corporation: the company known for producing the Gigas robots that helped to construct Replica Earth. Under the covert trial ‘Project Night Sky’, the young Yozora was subject to gruesome experimentation... An operation that replaced his human heart, with the heart of a Gigas unit: an astral core, that harnessed the power of the stars. He was one of many children to undergo the procedure... and the only one to survive.

A success to the scheme, Yozora was hailed the ‘Verum Rex’ (True King) of humanity: and was prophesied by Gigas Corporation to lead humanity to a new age. After discovering that Gigas Corp were murdering ‘lesser humans’-- those who could not sustain the power of the stars-- Yozora severed his ties. He fled the corporation, along with his two best friends, and the ‘Verum Regina’ whom was intended to rule beside him. His victory, however, was short lived: his queen was recaptured, and Gigas Corp were swiftly moving towards their next goal. Project Night Sky Phase 2. Declaring war against Gigas Corporation, Yozora vows to put an end to their tyranny, and to free the victims of their reign.

Whether it be a side effect of the experimentation all those years ago, Yozora had recently begun to see the ‘Watchmen of Fate’-- ghostly spectres haunt his form-- along with the true identity of his home realm. Replica Earth was in fact a netherrealm: the graveyard of worlds, where lost souls would find solace... until their reincarnation. It would appear that Gigas Corp had discovered the truth of their world, and had ‘created’ Yozora in an effort to achieve immortality and divine rule over the multiverse. Yozora was more than just a king... he was the god of death. Whilst he had abandoned his regal title, it was only after discovering the volatility of the multiverse, that Yozora decides to save it. To maintain the order of the universe, Yozora must uphold the cycle of reincarnation. Reaping souls... and leading them towards the light.

things you should know:

Yozora is NOT the Master of Masters, Sora, Riku, Noctis or a fusion of any of these characters. A popular fan theory claims that Yozora is a future version of Sora/Riku/MoM, or is the Nobody of Noctis, but that is not the case here. He is his own entity.

My portrayal of Yozora is not exclusive to the Kingdom Hearts universe. Many make the assumption that Yozora is heavily tied to the Kingdom Hearts universe, but that’s not the case! Yozora’s kingdom is the ‘underworld’ of all worlds and universes: where all souls find purgatory before moving onto their next life. Yozora is extremely crossover friendly.

what he’s been up to:

Main verse: From human, to cyborg, to king... Yozora had only recently acknowledged his wider role in the universe as the god of death. He is still learning about his divine purpose, and how Gigas Corporation are contributing to the destruction of the multiverse. Amid the ongoing war with Gigas Corporation, Yozora works in the shadows to uncover the truth of the universe before Gigas Corp.

where to find him:

Tokyo, Replica Earth: One of the thirteen Arks of the Replica Earth space colony, this is Yozora’s home. Replica Tokyo also functions as the ‘Realm of Lost Souls’: where the deceased from other universes are brought to rest. A fugitive of Gigas Corporation, Yozora has multiple bases: one being the city’s ‘Underground’: a network of black markets nestled within Replica Earth’s subway system.

Literally any realm: With the ability to cross dimensions, thanks to his astral crossbow, Yozora occasionally traverses up the celestial ladder in search of answers. However, the distance he can travel away from his home realm is limited, for he is tethered to the starlight harnessed directly from Replica Earth (and more specifically, the Verum Regina that remains in Gigas Corporation’s captivity). Should Yozora find a sustainable substitute-- a mortal with a strong hold of their fate (and thus, an affinity to the stars)-- Yozora will be able to forego returning to his home realm.

current plans:

Take down Gigas Corporation: Yozora aims to put an end to Gigas Corporation’s tyranny. Through taking down Gigas Corp, Yozora will save all the new victims of Project Night Sky Phase 2, as well as rescue his significant other.

Find the truth of the universe / his existence: Serving as the King of Death, Yozora traverses the multiverse reaping souls and sustaining the natural order of the cosmos. All in all, he is still trying to understand his purpose, and the intentions of the ‘Watchmen of Fate’ that haunt him.

desired interactions:

Verum Rex muses / muses with Verum Rex verses! As much as I loved building Yozora’s world, it��s twice as fun to build it with other roleplayers! Whether it be ‘canon’ Verum Rex muses, or existing muses with Verum Rex verses, I would love to involve you all in the little universe I’ve created for Yozora~ ;v;

Partners in crime: the Reapers of the galaxy! Yozora has largely been working alone in guiding lost souls to his home realm... it would be amazing if he could recruit a whole team of reapers to help him sustain universal order. This is by no means a sinister role (though if your muses prefer violent death, Yozora won’t judge!) It would be similar in function to a roadtrip au, where the Reapers travel with Yozora and engage in all sorts of shenanigans. With Yozora being the king, the Reapers would also become his ‘knights’... and I hoping to build a ‘Knights of the Round Table’ with those that agree to help him ;v;

+ many more interactions! this section will be updated over time, the more interactions I think of !

things that bother me:

Yozora being perceived as looking like Sora. I can accept Yozora being mistaken for Riku and Noctis... but not Sora. They are different heights, ages, and have completely different hairstyles/hair colours. That’s one piece of canon that I strongly reject. If it happens in a thread, Yozora will ignore it.

Yozora being assumed to be Sora/Riku or their son. Thankfully it hasn’t happened yet, but please do not approach Yozora as if he’s Sora, Riku, their fusion, or their son. I can accept that he looks like Riku, but Yozora is his own entity.

#⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆a heart’s relapse. ❪ queue ❫#⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆realities wrought from an iron cast mind. ❪ plots ❫#⚔️ *:･ﾟ✧┆anime edgelords… my ultimate weakness… ❪ ooc ❫

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shieldedsouls · 5 years ago

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tag dump ten ft. isms, verses, and aesthetic tags !!

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muses-darling · 5 years ago

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Fire & Fury - A Star Wars AU - Ch.11 Masquerade

“Today we stand on the brink of success, on the brink of bringing our most hated enemy to it’s knees.” Hades spoke standing before his fleet as a holo. “We have only to lay the trap. Through it we gain victory, it is the will of the force. The Jedi will fall, the Republic and its failings can only crumble then. We will end this war here with this battle. Now fight and show the true might of the darkside.” The transmission ended just as they finished landing.

“Inspiring,” Darth Ceres rolled her eyes at Ignis. “And dramatic, like you.”

Ignis glared at her where was Kit when he needed him?

“Come now engineer, your usefulness is needed once more.” Darth Ceres’ shoved Casper.

“Hey! This thing isn’t as stable as it looks, one wrong shift and we all will not survive.”

Malachor V was a beautiful planet, full of life full of energy though not inhabited by anyone. There was certainly an odd nature to the gravity of the whole planet one could feel it before one landed. Casper made his way with Darth Ceres and her apprentice a whole retinue of Sith with them to make sure that all went well. the Sith Emperor had given his word that Casper would live and Casper hoped that the force would will it.

Darth Ignis followed along something wasn’t right, HK-47 followed beside him blaster at the ready nothing being said.

“Here,” Casper said pointing to the ground. Here we could plant the device.” He looked at them, did they even know that it would do?

“Thank you for your services Casper.” Darth Ceres smiled cruelly igniting her lightsaber.

Darth Ignis ignited his bringing it to block her. “Something tells me we need him to operate the device and to help keep us at a safe distance?” He looked to Casper.

Darth Ceres hummed then let her lightsaber shut off, “Very well keep him as a pet Ignis.” She crossed her arms and started back for the ship. “Darth Kore stay here with Lord Ignis. I’ll see to it that the fleet is ready for our arriving adversaries.”

Ignis watched her go motioning for the Sith retinue to go with her. “To your places.” He watched them leave.

Casper began setting up the device on the planet surface.

“How long until it is ready?” Ignis asked.

“It will be a few hours until the projected arrival of the Republic fleet, within that time it will be ready.” Casper looked to him.

“You really do want to keep alive don’t you?” Ignis smiled. “Don’t worry you will be able to tell your grandchildren the horrors of the day of the fall of the Republic.” He looked to the strange Sith that Darth Ceres had left with them. “You seem familiar, have I met you before.” Indeed he felt oddly familiar with the presence of the man? Was it a man under there who knew?

“If it was I hardly think it would have been memorable.” The man said through a vocoder.

Ignis frowned, “Well that was unnecessarily ominous, need I remind you of whom you speak with.”

“Oh I know well of who I speak to, and I get the impression that you hardly know who I am.”

“I don’t, Darth Kore right?” Ignis asked.

“Yes, a name and nothing more.”

Ignis watched as the man neared him he heard HK-47 shift his blaster pointing. “Stand down HK-47.” Ignis ordered.

“Suggestion: Master let me put two holes in him now before the meatbag gives me a better reason.” HK-47 said not moving as he trained the blaster on Darth Kore.

Ignis looked to HK-47, “Stand down that is an order.”

“Retraction: As you wish Master.” HK-47 moved his blaster down.

Ignis looked to Darth Kore his eyes looking over the man wondering at who was under the mask? His eyes traveled down then stopped as horror filled his eyes. No! It couldn’t be! No! NO! NO!!!! “Where did you get that Kyber crystal?”

“Oh this one?” Darth Kore smiled and traced a hand over it. “From a dead man.”

That was all it took as Ignis’ lightsabers ignited, “You have chosen your words foolishly for them you will die!” The setting sun illuminated Ignis wreathing him in flames as it were.

Darth Kore ignited his lightsabers.

He had the nerve to fight with his dead husbands’ lightsabers! Hades became a whirlwind of death and chaos pain fueled his rage. The earth beneath his feet cracking and rising as his force abilities lashed out. Anger blinding him in his grief. Kit, he had lost Kit! His blades met the other Sith’s shoving the man back.

Darth Kore met Ignis’ blades, “Aww you loved him, how sweet.” He teased Ignis. “I bet he loved you too.”

Ignis’ eyes filled with force lighting as much of it sprang up around them.

Darth Kore caught the lighting forcing it back on Ignis who deflected it.

Kore dodged the blast grasping a rock. and throwing it at Ignis. “Aww do you really think killing me will bring him back?” He leaned into their meeting blades.

“No, it won’t bring him back, but it will make me feel better.” Hades reached out grasping with the force.

Kore stopped his body going ridged before his hand let go of one of the lightsabers darting to his throat.

Hades used the force to tear the mask from the Man’s face he would look upon the face of the man who- His turn to go ridged before he realized what he was doing still and let Kit go. “Kit!”

Kore looked up at him, “Is dead I stand in his place.”

Hades stared at his beloved, “No love. Come back to me.” He reached out to Kit pressing a hand to Kit’s face cupping his cheek. “Come back to me.” He spoke so softly.

Above the Republic fleet appeared in the distance as the night had come.

Kit/Kore looked up then to a now distracted Hades bringing up one of his lightsabers only for his body to jerk back as he was sent flying with one of the shots by HK-47.

Hades looked at HK-47, “Do you have any idea what you have done?”

“Answer: I have saved my Master’s life by shooting the other.” HK-47 told him. “There are plenty of ways to kill meatbags Master, as you will see what I have done is not one of them. A stun blast rarely if ever has killed a Jedi or Sith. Maimed sure but, I think the pretty meatbag will live.”

Hades didn’t know if he should cut the droid down where it stood or hug it. Deciding on neither he knelt beside Kit.

In the distance Casper looked up watching as fleet fighters came out of the opposing sides ships. “We need to get off this planet.” He hurried over to Hades. “Please we need to get off, The Republic fleet is almost in range. We must leave.”

Hades looked to Casper and nodded, “HK-47 get the shuttle ready. Casper go with him. I’ll see to it that he,” Hades’ gaze fell upon Kit. “Never will harm us again.”

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Watching battle starships fly out of the hangers towards each other filling the space with flashes of light and explosions, it was the stuff of nightmares. Crowley looked at the planet, “Kit’s down there.”

“So is HK-47.” Azirphale looked at him.

“Well we’ve come this far, we cant just abandon them to the fate the Sith have planned.” Harper looked at them. “We all saw that thing that they took down there. It can’t be good.”

Ben looked at Crowley, “She is right.”

Crowley nodded.

“Well?” Harper asked.

“I’m calculating, so we don’t get blown to smithereens by either side of the fray.” Crowley held up his hands. “Even with the force it will take a miracle.”

Aziraphale looked at Crowley, then Harper and Ben, “Get to your seats then, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

Juliet was already strapped into her seat holding her plush wookie, “This is gonna be fun.” She told it hugging it close, she had faith in her Uncles so far she had no reason to doubt them.

Crowley snapped a few switches earning a look from Aziraphale.

“Crowley that’s-”

“If it were easy everyone would do it for funzies Angel.” He looked to him and offered a smile. “Come on now you know I would only put you in a sixty percent chance of death situation.”

“Crowley!”

Crowley thrust forward and they rocketed into a short jump entering the stratosphere of the planet passed all the fighters.

“Yes Angel?”

Aziraphale gave him a look of ‘why do I deal with you?’

Crowley gave him a smile that said, ‘because you love me angel.’

“Just fly the ship will you?” Aziraphale said exasperated but hiding a smile of pride that wanted to slip through.

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HK-47 and Casper looked at the smoking wreckage of the shuttle, the dead sith that had come down with them. The other shuttle was gone with Darth Ceres.

“Well how’s that for an escape?” Casper looked to HK-47. “Please don’t kill me.”

“Statement: You’re not worth the blaster bolt, unless you are a jedi.”

“No chance of that.”

“Then no chance of your body becoming riddled with holes.” HK-47 added.

Above the sky was filled with flashes as ships raced about their pilots doing what they had been brought here to do. Fighting so nobly for their causes left and right.

“You know it is so hard to imagine the war when it is so far from where your day to day life is.” Casper said looking up. “That when the horror, the truth of it all comes to you, plays out before you, when you realize that it has always been there, ready to sweep you up in it’s terrible wake ready to bathe you in the blood of the fallen.”

“Commentary: If War is a pool of blood, then I already have my floaty.” HK-47 held up his blaster.

Casper looked at the droid and took a few steps away from him. “Do you even hear yourself?”

“Statement: And to myself I sound most sane, it is the lot of you meatbags with your water inside sloshing about that I don’t understand. I have yet to figure out how that sloshing does not drive you to madness.”

Casper froze a look of utter confusion on his face.

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Darth Ceres arrived aboard the Flag Ship, “Emperor Ignis has given the command, start the generator.”

“I’m afraid that we cannot.” A Sith operator looked up at her.

“What do you mean can’t? Failure will be met with death.”

“The Engineer built a biometric bypass into the remote. Only he can unlock it to set it off.”

Darth Ceres looked back and forth, “FIND A WAY AROUND IT!” She turned back to her shuttle, “I think I left something below.”

#Ch.11 Fire and Fury #SeaCoastCity SWAU #SW:F&F

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Destined to fall | scene v.

Characters: Taehyung & You

Setting: fallen angel au, reincarnation au, historical au

Genre: angst

Warnings: character death, lots of violence since it’s set during WWII

Summary: Your love story is a tragedy written with blood throughout the centuries.

Words: 5.4k

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SCENE V. RULE THE UNDERWORLD Kobe, 1945

God is dead, Nietzsche said and at that time, it really looked like he was right.

Explosions, screams and chaos everywhere. The world was like burning lava, a boiling cauldron and humans, the fools were stars waiting to be burnt out. There was no evil and innocent anymore, even good people did bad things in order to survive. Everybody was a victim, merely a puppet in the game of leaders, those who fought for power. Because people never learnt from their mistakes. And Taehyung? The Devil himself? He used to be the puppet master before it all buried him under its weight. He didn’t need to do anything anymore. It was enough to whisper the right (wrong) dreams into the right (fallible) people’s ear and all of it all fell like domino. One after another, attack after attack. It would have been a lie to claim he wasn’t a bit sad about what humankind became but God deserved this betrayal. His own beloved children killing each other, how ironic.

Yes, that’s right: this endless war sacrificing too many human lives made even the Devil sad, it made him lose that last ounce of hope he had in humanity. He didn’t feel guilt, only sorrow, melancholy and nostalgia.

But most of all, he missed you, the sound of your laughter, the touch of your hands and all the wonders you gave to the world. He walked around in the streets between scattered ruins, watching the Sun from where it rose the earliest. You would have loved Japan, he thought and wished you were there smiling at him and making him forget about the ruthless war going on out there. On the other hand, he was happy he didn’t found you, not yet, because otherwise that would have meant you had to live during such cruel times… again. You had seen so much blood and survived too many decades of pain, you deserved better, a more peaceful world.

One you couldn't get with him by your side.

“Long time no see, boss,” came the snarky comment and Taehyung grit his teeth as he stepped on a piece of broken brick splattered all over the ground in the darkening port city of Kobe.

“Go away,” he spit out. He didn't need company, he had no patience for one.

But certain people... demons didn't know when to shut up and how to behave like decent beings around their superior. This creature didn't seem to fear death and rotting in Hell in the most painful way.

“Oh are you still moping over that human girl?” he laughed disgust clear in his voice and spit on the ground that humans built and destroyed, the race he and other demons despised so much. Taehyung found it pathetic, that so many of his once so-called brothers didn't fall for a cause, for a reason but because of their own pride and because they thought they were better than humans, more worthy of attention than those rats. They didn't know anything but pain and destruction when it came to Earth beings.

The man in nothing but black, arms tattooed, smirk on his face walked right in front of him, moving in an accelerated motion, the aftermath of a fresh kill, blood still bright red on his hands. Taehyung just glared at him, unfazed and cold.

“How can you be our ruler? You are pathetic,” the demon made another attempt at riling him up even more, testing his boundaries, pushing where it hurt.

“Don’t you dare to speak to me like that, Azazel,” Taehyung hissed at him through his teeth. His hands curled into a fist, ready to fight, something he didn't have to do physically for so long because he had others to do it for him and because war and murder didn’t end in blood and death every single time. Killing a soul, living in a lie or in desperation was sometimes even worse.

But now his knuckles wanted to harshly kiss skin, tearing it apart, making it bleed. He wanted to hurt and he wanted to watch the change of insulting eyes turning into a regretful one when the demon realised what kind of mess he made.

But Azazel went along with it, he greeted his rage, he bathed in the anger of his gaze. That was what he wanted all along.

“Or what?” he asked, taking a reckless step forward, too close for the Devil’s liking. Something gold flashed through the demon’s eyes and his mouth curled into a wolfish smirk. “Will you cry on my shoulder?”

Taehyung scoffed wondering if he should make his hellhounds eat this dirt of a demon or simply rip him into pieces and put the parts on display to remind everybody what rebellion meant.

“Leave or I will make you,” he warned Azazel, for one last time because he was being nice for once, throwing chances like this.

“Oh I’m shaking so hard,” the man bit out sarcastically and his followers, that bunch of lower demons hiding in his shadow laughed together with him. Azazel spit at the first fallen in despise. “You are getting old. It’s time for somebody else to rule.”

“You mean yourself?” Taehyung laughed as he eyed him up and down. Stupid bloodthirsty demon, he had no idea what it meant to rule. “And over what will you rule once you kill everybody?”

Fear, pain, greed, they all moved humanity ahead towards bigger goals, so maybe Devil wasn’t good but he wasn’t all that bad either. It’s a paradox, isn’t it? Because if he wasn’t evil then what right did he have to own the Underworld? He built this kingdom and it will die with him if he had to. He would bring everybody down with himself.

Azazel opened his stupid mouth to answer but before he could utter a word, the ground split under them, shaking as the horrid noise filled the air, making the buildings shake and the glass shatter. Taehyung knew it was a bomb before he heard the collision far enough to leave him safe and sound yet close enough to leave destruction in his surroundings, like that trembling building towering over him.

“Rot in Hell,” the demon spit out and he laughed.

“We are already there,” the elder smirked. From his point of view even the prettiest place was like Hell without you and he would have watched the world burn happily if it wasn't for you.

Azazel snapped at that and lunged at him with his full weight throwing the first fallen under the falling bricks and an office building threatening to collapse. Taehyung saw him run away and cursed under his breath as anger bubbled inside of him. How dared he touch him with his filthy hands? How dared he challenge him and then leave like a coward? How-

He heard it first. He heard that sound resembling earthquakes but didn’t pay much attention to it, too focused on that damn demon escaping. Then came the pain, which wasn’t intense at first, the ripping feeling only came in waves. An enormous weight put him down and it was dumb because he had survived worse without a scratch but now? It felt like he carried the whole world on his shoulders. In the back of his mind he recognized the redness on his palm as his own blood but he still tried to get up…

However, his attempts came to be in vain. Then blissful darkness masked the world and everything became numb.

He dreamt of you.

It was too good to be true, he thought, blinking and seeing you through his lashes because his eyelids were too heavy to keep his eyes open for much longer. Yet, he stared quietly, wondering when and why he got the privilege to dream and especially to dream of you. Or was this the afterlife? Did he really die? Was it heaven after all he did?

Because there was no way that you were there smiling at him so sweetly. Or maybe he was hallucinating because he just woke up with a headache, blank mind and bruises all over. Yeah, it must have been it.

“What happened?” he croaked out disorientated and tried his best to sit up in what looked like a hospital bed. The mattress was a bit uncomfortable under his weight and the sheets smelled like antiseptic. Its terribly distinct human smell disgusted him.

As he looked around in a room, he assumed was a war hospital with all the wounded patients and nurses running around. It was all too plain, a sight to forget but then his gaze fixated on you and his breath hitched. You were real in your entire solid and shy demeanour. Not only an illusion, not a mirage. You found him.

You wore a light blue uniform and held your hair up in a messy bun. Despite your mouth curving into a soft smile, you pushed him back onto his pillow with quite a strength when he leaned forward abruptly, risking his wounds to open up and bleed through the bandage.

“Rest,” you told him firmly, not leaving any other options for him to take and he watched you in awe. You just touched. He felt your fingers brushing his shoulder and then your palm against his forehead to check if he had fever. Yet, you acted like a stranger.

You poured water into the glass on his night table, took out a few pills and motioned for him to swallow. He did as you asked because even if he was capable of healing without medicines, he was your patient now… Again after so many years.

Your almond eyes reminded him of Silla. Just like your light touches, fingers careful on his wounds, they all brought back memories of you treating his torn wings. The first of firsts was always a bittersweet memory for him but you didn’t seem bitter at all, mostly just worried as your shining gaze met his.

“There was bombing on the streets,” you finally provided an answer as an explanation but as it all came back to him bits by bits, he knew it wasn’t merely the bombing. It was Azazel who pushed him under the collapsing building. That fucker! He will make sure the demon will pay for this and wish he would have never been born.

“You were buried under sixteen flights of bricks. Nobody knows how you survived,” you added with a smile of somebody who knew secrets. Because you did, you had so many of them. You knew exactly what he was and how he could survive. Yet, you didn't say anything. You just brushed the reckless locks of your hair behind your ears and intertwined your fingers in your lap.

You reminded Taehyung of your first life together so much, he had trouble breathing. It was you, the kind, the selfless, the one to heal him all over again with beautiful eyes in a country of war. He feared so much that the past would repeat itself but you had rather feared for him than yourself.

“Take care of yourself. What would I do if you weren’t there in my next life?” you whispered knuckles brushing against his cheek and looked at him like you loved him. Because you did, oh how much you did! Because in this life you remembered him before he did and you prayed, begged even so you could be together again, just once you asked.

Without me… you would be happy, he thought but he was way too selfish to voice that out.

“I love you,” he said instead, searching for your gaze, the forgiving and your sweet smile was salvation itself.

“I love you too,” you bent down to kiss him and soothe his worries away. He wished it was that easy forgetting about the weight of Earth on his shoulders. Simply being with you was worth it anyway.

A poet once said that demons run when a good man goes to war. Apparently, he was wrong and knew nothing because demons, they were the front line of any war and Taehyung led them. Not personally of course, but he adapted to the idea of Evil. He once hated the hatred, the torture, the brutality and the weakness it represented, however he was wiser now. He knew that the world needed balance, it needed both good and bad… it needed him.

Darkness existed before him and will exist after he will be far gone. The thing he owned but no other fallen had was the knowledge, that he learned how to control and form it like he wanted. Each time Death claimed you he used it as revenge, throwing a tantrum like a spoiled child. He didn’t care who he hurt as long as he made sure God was watching. It was an eye for eye deal and the Devil always kept his word.

He wasn't proud of what he did but he couldn't find it in himself to regret anything. All his actions, they led him to you. One way or another, he always came back to you. Even bruised and hurt, he held your hand.

“How many?” you asked sitting next to him, watching the city in flames through the broken window. In a world of chaos, there was no place like safe haven.

The hospital was run down the previous week. After that Taehyung encouraged you to leave the country with him. To get on the last ships going south, heading to a hopefully peaceful place but you refused to leave your patients behind. You were too kind, too good for this world. Since then you had been in hiding, crashing in abandoned buildings in the constant fear of bombs falling down.

So your sudden question caught Taehyung off guard. It was so out of blue yet he knew you had your reasons.

“Millions,” he croaked out without shame or hesitation.

The number just increased and increased since he had a big influence in the First World War. What did you wait for? What did you want him to say? To lie? He was the Devil after all. He was feared for a reason.

“Does it scare you?” he asked, curious.

You had never complained about his being before, never asked him to change. Was it because you blamed yourself for making him this way or did you really accept him unconditionally?

“No,” you shook your head as an answer, black halo of hair falling into your face, shadowing the glint in your almond eyes. “You would never hurt me.”

That much was undeniably true. He could never lay a harmful finger on you. Not even if you asked. Still, it didn't make him less of a monster.

“But I have killed a lot. I am no better than the soldiers you despise murdering thousands here,” he protested running a hand through his now faded ash blonde hair. Your gaze followed the motion and you reached out to take his bony fingers and intertwine them with yours.

“What's the point of wars? Power? These soldiers don't even have a choice, they are forced to join the army and to kill innocent people, to destroy. People say it's the Devil's doing but no, it's all us, fallible, selfish humans doing monstrous things, playing gods,” you muttered, head resting on Taehyung's shoulder, enjoying the warmth while you could. “You, on the other hand, you are doing this out of love. A twisted kind, yes, but you are just as stuck in a treadwheel as I am. You lost your wings because of me, because you saved me! How is that fair? You were made to rule over the realm of chaos God throw away and didn't want to deal with. You made home in it and learned how to survive. I'm not saying you had no choice, that you are innocent and I would not absolve you of your sins but you had your reasons.”

Your whispers were elixirs for his hurting wounds and filled his aching heart with even more love. For such a pretty young face, you sounded so wise and you were, you have seen so much loss and so many battles in all your life. You both were old souls in young bodies.

You lifted your head turning towards him, nose bumping into his on the way and from this close, you could see the adorable moles and light freckles on his flawless, handsome face.

“To them, you might be a monster but I know you have a gentle soul and that's what I fall in love with each time,” you exhaled your confession right into his mouth, his breath fanning over your chapped lips and you could have been swallowed up by his black hole-like orbs.

“Have you ever regretted it?” he asked, scared and desperate. However, he had no reason to be afraid. If it was up to you, he would have never lost you.

“No,” you replied right away. If it's for him, you would have never regretted anything. “And you?”

His head signalled no fervently, pressing his forehead to yours, squeezing your hand gently.

“You're the gravity and I fell for you. I wouldn't change a thing,” he whispered and leaned forward to prove his feelings with a chaste press of lips, chasing after your sweet kiss in such dark and bitter times.

The Eastern bloc started to fall apart one by one, defeated by the enemy with more developed technology. Rumours among civils whispered about nuclear weapons and total annihilation but Japan, the country that had never lost a war before refused to give up. What a way to go! Sentenced to death by their own pride.

“We should have fled when you told me to. Sorry,” you apologized for your stubbornness after days spent in an underground bunker waiting for it to be over. No war lasts forever, that much you both knew.

“It’s okay. We are together,” Taehyung smiled at you, rubbing your dirty cheeks with his thumb and pressed a quick kiss onto your temple oh so lovingly. “I’ll go out for food.”

“I’ll go with you,” you got up from the crappy mattress immediately. You didn’t want to stay behind without him, not knowing what happens to him. Of course, you knew it was almost impossible to kill him but it didn’t stop you from worrying.

“Y/N...” he said softly, rejection clear in his voice as he looked at you with those melancholic, sad eyes but you didn’t let him finish.

“No. We’ve talked about this, remember? You can’t control my decisions, they are my own to make,” you reminded him and sighed exasperatedly when you looked around in the tiny bunker in which the two of you made home recently. No sunlight, no wind in your hair, barely enough water to drink. You remembered fear, poverty and torture from your earlier lives but this had been the worst. Not knowing whether it was day or night, how much time passed. If it wasn’t for Taehyung you might have given up already. “I feel like going crazy if I stay inside for any longer.”

“Okay,” he grunted and you could tell how much willpower it took him to accept your will.

“If anything happens to me, it won’t be your fault,” you promised and sealed it with a kiss. Taehyung practically melted into you, cupping your face and reciprocating the kiss deeply. In these moments, when you closed your eyes and with his arms around you, you could almost forget about the world. You pressed even closer, hands running up on his smooth back under the thick layers of clothing. You only pulled back when Taehyung let out a hiss and stepped back.

“What?” you furrowed your brows but the fallen avoided your eyes.

“It’s nothing. Let’s go,” he grabbed your hand lightly leading you to the super safe steel door of your little shelter. You didn’t question further since you thought you would still have time for that when you arrive back after the food hunt. Without a word, you nuzzled close to him and with masks covering half your face, you rose to the surface.

Kobe was in ruins, it was even more destroyed than in your memory. Barely any building left untouched, the streets were full of litter and dead, the road was painted with dried blood and you felt nausea bubbling up from your upset stomach despite not eating properly in the last days. Or was it weeks, who knows?

It took quite a walk to find an old convenience store that wasn’t emptied to stretch and only the sounds of faint rattle of firearms stopped you from stuff your mouth with all the expired food. You could wait until you got home, you reasoned and put everything in your bag.

“You done?” Taehyung helped you up. You nodded almost as eager to go back to your place as you were to get out. But just as you were about to cross the threshold, a cold voice sent chills down your spine.

“Hey Lucifer, I told you we would meet again.”

“And I told you I would kill you when that happens,” Taehyung retorted in an alarmed voice, hiding you behind his back as he was looking left and right, desperately searching for the owner of the voice.

“Charming,” Azazel chuckled as if it was all a big joke for him. Then his voice dropped low and full of intent. “So is she her? The girl who made Satan weak and fall onto his knees?”

“Leave her alone!” your angel snapped and you curled your hands into his coat, with your heart in your throat.

But nothing could prevent you from falling over and screaming in agony as a dirty set of sharp teeth sank into the flesh of your shin and dragged you backwards, to the legs of a man dressed in all black, eyes red and evil.

“Y/N!” Taehyung reached towards you as soon as he heard the sounds just to face a hellhound holding you as its captive. Blood was flooding from your wound as tears rolled down your face.

“Ah-ah… remember Pudding? The guard of your precious Underworld’s gate?” Azazel patted the dog-like creature’s head. “While you were too busy protecting your girl, me and ma boys took over. Now he listens to me well. Good dog. If I wanted, he would tear your precious princess into bloody pieces.”

“Let her go,” Taehyung ordered when the demon dared to touch you, brush your hair out of the way and point a knife right to your throat.

“Maybe I will... If you beg for it,” the man clicked his tongue impatiently and yanked at your hair until the metal blade drew your blood. You hissed as the warm liquid wept down your neck. ”Come on, do it! Or you think I’m just joking, that these are empty threats? I will cut her pretty throat if you...”

“Okay, wait. I will do it. Just please… please don’t hurt her,” and the fallen, the proud one held up his hands in defeat. Your tears were no longer out of pain but from sadness.

With a satisfied smile, Azazel waved off his wicked pet.

“Pudding, go home,” he ordered and the hellhound disappeared into thin air, releasing your hurting leg, burning deep in the wound. Yet, the demon’s grip on you didn’t get loose, the knife was still there threatening to cut you open. He sounded even more arrogant than ever. “Go on. Kneel and hand me the keys of Hell.”

Your eyes widened as you watched the horror in Taehyung’s eyes at the mention of the keys. Your lips were trembling as you tried to shake your head as careful as you could to tell him not to do it. You knew if Taehyung gave up on the last thing the demon wanted from him after his dignity, he would kill both of you anyway. But how could he not try to save you? He loved you more than his own kingdom.

“On three, we will exchange,” he opened up his palms where a golden key ring appeared out of nowhere. Azazel nodded as he hungrily eyed the item. “One, two...”

“Three!” the demons cut him to it as he shoved you forward and stole the keys from Taehyung’s hand who was busy catching you. The deadweight was the first he realized and he only saw the deep cut wound later on your throat, artery damaged. His expression resembled pure shock and eternal grief when he looked up.

Azazel just laughed, swinging the dagger in his right like it was a plaything. Crimson drops of your blood rained down as the keys clinked in his other hand.

“Oops my hand must have slipped,” he mocked.

“No,” Taehyung roared rocking your lifeless body back and forth, staring at your mouth that hung open, the blood still smearing from the deadly wound and your eyes staring up to the sky, empty and helpless. “NOOO!”

You said it wouldn’t have been his fault but it was. He wasn’t fast enough, this time he was right there but still couldn’t save you. He was the one who angered Azazel, not you. Yet the filthy demon killed you to get back at him. You are his weakest spot and everybody who wants to hurt him, hurts you.

It was Silla all over again.

“You are a dead man, Azazel,” Taehyung growled in an inhuman voice, standing up slowly, crying black tears.

“You can’t kill me. You just proved how weak you are,” the demon scoffed playing with the keys as if he ruled over this place but the first fallen knew better.

“You haven’t seen me at my worst,” he said and with the power he had in himself, the anger, the grief, the madness, he curled his hands into fists imagining Azazel’s insides breaking and rotting in his grip. He was panting hard as he tried his best to keep his focus on the body’s most vulnerable points, the part that could hurt the most.

The demon standing in front of him choked on air, dropped down onto his knees as blood flooded out of his mouth, nostrils, ears and even his eyes. The sight of horror in his eyes satisfied the sadistic side of Taehyung as he grabbed him by the neck and forced the dagger out of his hand.

“I warned you,” he gritted through his teeth as his goodbye and dabbed the knife into Azazel’s weak body dozens of time until he lost counting, until his anger died down.

Numbly, he walked back to crouch down next to you hugging you close to him and swaying there while his body shook with loud cries.

It wasn’t supposed to happen this way. None of it.

He buried you in a field of roses, a place you would have loved and prayed for your soul, for you to come back to him in your next life, so he can say sorry and make you happier. When he broke into a rundown hotel to wash down the blood, yours and the demon’s too, he didn’t care about getting caught anymore. With Hell’s keys close to his still heart, he was ready to kill anybody who bothered him. However, when he heard footsteps, they didn’t belong to humans.

“You killed him,” Seokjin stated astonished like he didn’t believe his eyes, staring at the blood on Taehyung’s hands.

“Yeah and I would do it again,” the fallen shrugged cleaning his hands under the flowing water of the tap and looked up at his sudden visitor through the dirty motel mirror. “It’s not a big deal. I have killed our kind and did worse before.”

But it was, that’s why Seokjin came, because the horror on his face implied that things were changing. And Taehyung had a hunch about it for a while, he felt the change in his own body.

“But it’s different now. You… when you kill them or make them kill each other, they go to the Purgatory if not straight to Hell. However Azazel… you deleted him from history. You killed his immortal soul. That’s something only Father can do.”

“Well. In that case, I did him a favour by getting rid of that worm.”

“You really don’t take it seriously enough,” the angel sighed.

“What do you want me to say? That I shouldn’t have done that?” Taehyung snorted bitterly because it had been long since he cared about should have and must have options.

“You know how fallen ones become demons? You know what happens to their souls? Every time they kill an innocent human, they lose a part of it until there’s nothing left. Azazel was long gone when I killed him,” he reasoned and Jin hummed acknowledging the possibility of this fact.

“And what about your soul then?”

“I… I think it’s connected to hers,” he mumbled a bit uncertain even though every evidence proved it. Despite all the monstrous things he did he still had humanity in him, the ability to feel sorry and love. People often blamed Devil for all tragedies but they tend to forget he wasn’t the driving force of evilness. He wasn't a fallen hero of light, he threw that name away from him. He was a soldier, a general in each war dark and light fought, he was always on the opposite side of God’s army of angels and believers. Seokjin should have considered him an enemy, a threat, he should have killed him on spot whenever they met because he was a menace that didn’t deserve all these chances he got. But he didn’t, he had no order to do so which meant that all his efforts, all the murders were for nothing because the Almighty still had plans for him.

“So what happens to you when you kill?” the archangel asked him but didn’t even question the bond between his and your soul. Maybe you were just ill-fated, star crossed lovers always finding each other at the wrong time in the wrong place. Maybe you never stood a chance because your right time hadn’t come yet.

Taehyung didn’t answer, not in words at least, just turned around pulling the shirt over his head to reveal his scarred back.

“You are growing wings again,” Seokjin whispered in shock and awe but not in disgust, gaping at the fallen’s back and the black bones sticking out of the flawless skin. They were as ugly as his crimes, dark like the sins he committed and painful like he deserved to suffer according to the books of justice.

“Yeah and they hurt like hell, as if thorns were spouting out of my back, tearing the skin,” Taehyung grimaced flapping the wings out of experiment and one of the black feathers fell to the ground as a proof of the dying texture. “I know why I get this but Y/N... She can’t die but cannot live either. It’s ruthless. If it was me I wouldn’t care but…”

“That’s why it’s called a punishment,” Seokjin nods understanding, almost sympathetic which is funny, isn’t it? Feeling sorry for the Devil is a rare occurrence.

“But why does he have to punish her too? Why not just me?”

If God really was fair, then how he would have explained this? Most of your lives you were a pure soul and an obedient daughter. Your only sin was loving him unconditionally.

Seokjin shook his head with a bitter smile, blonde mop of hair falling onto his forehead.

“Remember? She took you away. One of his favourites. One of those he trusted the most,” he said and Taehyung scoffed loudly.

“Is he jealous?”

Seokjin’s answer came as a lecture of an elder, simple and forgiving for the foolishness of youth.

“No. He just doesn’t like to be wrong.”

But oh how wrong he was if he thought Taehyung would let him get away with playing him like this. He was his best pupil and now it was time for the student to outdo the master. But for now, it was time, to wipe this place off Earth, he thought looking out of the window staring at the remains of Kobe, this hell of town.

And just as cherry blossoms bloomed, incendiary bombs painted the dark sky bright orange like falling stars and millions of fireflies were born from the flames around them as the city burned.

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mesdea · 7 years ago

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Dear Mesdea, I'm quite new to the QuiObi fandom. Do you have any recommendation regarding reading materials (comics & novels) which focus on both Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan? Currently I'm reading the Jedi Apprentice series. Hope you have a nice day. Thanks in advance :)

Welcome to the fandom! I do hope you are made to feel welcome. I like to think we are a tight knit community. I have put out a few stories, but honestly, I don’t even faintly come close to those below.

Cannon

The Jedi Apprentice books are a good start. There are also a few comics, Star Wars: Qui-Gon & Obi-Wan - Last Stand on Old Mantel. This was a dark horse comic from back in 2000 and it is set about five years prior to the Naboo crisis there are 5 issues in the series.

There was also a two comic series called Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan: The Auroient Express. This one was from 2002. The plot is about a luxury cloud cruiser that has fallen out of control and is fated to crash over Yom Skot. Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon must get aboard the runaway ship and regain control in less than two hours.

FanFiction

If you are looking for FanFiction QuiObi recs, I suggest taking a look at this list http://lovelyroseonthehillside.tumblr.com/post/145694874755/obi-wan-fic-recs-v-quiobi-edition. I can’t say there is one pick on @lovelyroseonthehillside list that I would disagree with.

The only additions I would make to that list would be:

Master’s Voice by Kat Bear

Rating: Explicit

Summary: A voice on the radio captures a lonely newcomer in town. This is a story about Ben Kennan, a drifter that was thrown out of his posh families house and wanders the country for a place to belong. He ends up in a small town with a job at the local mechanic’s shop. He no longer wishes to move on to the next town and is trying to put down roots when one night he hears the Irish brogue on the radio that sets his world on fire, Quilan Finn. Quilan is a tree hugging federal forest ranger that has an affinity for Tai Chi, woman and the local radio station. This is a very long piece of work, but well worth every second.

The Maverick by Obaewankenope

Rating: Explicit

Summary: On February 23rd, 2015 Obi-Wan Kenobi met Qui-Gon Jinn. Desire, want, need, and necessity unfortunately do not correspond to each other and Obi-Wan’s life is turned upside down when his past comes back to haunt him. Forced to confront things he had long-since buried, Obi-Wan may lose everything he holds dear because of a mistake he made six years ago. Qui-Gon Jinn has to decide if he is willing to walk down a path that will risk his very life for the sake of love. This is a coffee shop AU that the author turned into a crime thriller. Heed the warnings at the beginning, it does go a bit dark, but I still wait on baited breath for the sequel.

Beekeeping and Husbandry by Meggory

Rating: Mature

Summary: This is a story of what happened after Theed in a world where Qui-Gon Jinn survived. After waking up from a coma he must deal with a different life. There is little that goes Qui-Gon’s way, but he finally learns the truth of his Padawan and the lengths with which he went to save him. I just adore the world that Meggory built here and I think I’ve personally read this at least three times. The best way I describe this is Qui-Gon’s obsession with bees and Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Academic Arcadia: A Symposium on Love by Merry_Amelie

Rating: Teen and Up

Summary: Academic Arcadia is a series of stories set in an alternate reality, in which Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan are English professors at Luke University in Upstate New York. Their names here are Quinn Masterson and Ian Prentice, and we follow them from their meeting in “A Symposium on Love” through the present day and into the future. There be Hobbits, Star Wars and Love, oh my! This is a very long and established series that has been going on for many many years. I adore each installment that Merry brings to the series.

Letters to Qui-Gon Jinn by Flamethrower

Raiting: Mature

Summary: When Jedi Master Tahl is murdered, Qui-Gon Jinn leaves the Order, and his Padawan. Obi-Wan Kenobi isn’t about to let him go that easily. When Qui-Gon Jinn leaves the order, Obi-Wan begins to send him letters to keep their connection.

#quiobi #qui gon #obi wan #welcome to the fandom #fanfic rec

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nedcanquen · 7 years ago

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NedCan V-Day Exchange - The Rules of Acquisition (Or Not) - Part 1

Dear @orbitinghetalia

Happy belated Valentine’s Day, here is Part 1 of your gift. I decided to write a Star Trek AU set after the Dominion War (after Deep Space 9). I hope that’s alright. It is a little dark in the beginning (attack on a ship) but it lightens up considerably afterwards. I’m sorry it is late and half complete, but it did run away from me a little. I’ll post the next bits as soon as I finish them! Hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Ned/Fem Can

Tags: Star Trek AU.

Notes:

The Ferengi were a warp-capable humanoid species from the planet Ferenginar. Ferengi civilization was built on a caricature of free enterprise, where earning profit was the sole meaningful goal in life, superseding all other endeavors.

The Ferengi governing body, known as the Ferengi Alliance, was formed over a period of ten thousand years, beginning with the establishment of a system of currency, to their purchase of warp technology, and finally to its state in the 24th century.

The Ferengi Rules of Acquisition were a numbered series of aphorisms, guidelines, and principles that provided the foundation of business philosophy in Ferengi culture.

Memory Alpha

http://memory-alpha.wikia.com/wiki/Ferengi

Ferengi call their mothers ‘Moogie’ - I think that’s ridiculously cute.

Names:

Johan - Founder and Owner of the Latinum Palace - largest Casino barge in Ferengi space and Galaxy

Lt. Commander Madeline Williams - Chief of Security on the USS Hudson

Belle - Belgium

Chrisjan - Luxembourg

Prologue

“Captain’s Personal Log, Stardate 62391.8. We are on the way to Earth for the most joyous occasion of Lt. Commander William’s wedding. I admit that when we first encountered Johan, I would never have imagined that I would one day see him married to my Chief of Security, but their union is proof that love can overcome not just the vast distances of space, but also the walls that can be built between cultures. I am especially happy for them and touched by their union. As the first Ferengi in Starfleet, I do know firsthand, the clashes that can appear between Ferenginar’s profit-driven and exclusive philosophy, and the cash-free and inclusive society that the Federation has embraced. I have been a small voice, promoting the similarities between Ferenginar and the Federation for many years, so it is satisfying to see this union personified. Johan, a human who was orphaned and raised by Ferengi, grew up to navigate the Great River better than most Ferengi. I feel that if it were not for my father’s reforms, perhaps Ferenginar would not have changed so much that it could embrace him. And Commander Williams is one of the shiniest examples of a Starfleet Officer. It will be my honor, to officiate their wedding.”

Captain Nog, U.S.S. Hudson

Johan - First Impressions

“Let her go Kurvim. Let her go and I’ll give you the Crystal.” This had not gone according to plan. In his arrogance he had forgotten how much most Ferengi hated him for being human and raking in more latinum than they could ever dream. They had finally convinced the Syndicate to come after him. No, not him. His Moogie, the woman who had found him in a crashed escape pod when he was four years old, who raised him as her own even though as a human he had the smallest lobes, and there was certainly no profit to it. She could have made him a slave, at best a servant. She chose to raise him as her son.

And now this bastard Kurvin was holding a phaser to her head.

“Johan sweetie.” His mother sobs. “I love you.”

“It’s going to be okay Moogie. Every man has his price, Rule of Acquisition 98. That’s true isn’t it Kurvim? This is no ordinary Crystal. It’s an energy source that’s coveted by the Breen. It has the power of destruction, all in your hands. Imagine who you could blackmail? The power? You could get enough money to retire on a moon somewhere.”

Kurvim, that damned Orion just grins. “I suppose I can think about it. How about you give me the Crystal first. I mean, you have no options anyway, I have the phaser, all your guards are trapped or dead. You can either give it to me and hope I feel generous, or I shoot you both and take it anyway.”

Johan starts the slow walk towards Kurvim, hands up in the air, his right hand holding the Crystal. He’s running through the Rules in his head and can’t think of any guidance on the Great River to get him out of this. The Crystal is already worth more Latinum than this entire barge so he can’t bribe Kurvim with anything else. The only hope he has now is that Mathias managed to get out an emergency call to whatever ship was nearby that could actually help them. As much as he had avoided the Federation all his life, he had to admit to himself that only a Federation ship would be willing to drop everything they were doing just to help. Please, please, please, please, ‘I swear on the Great River, even if it means giving up everything I’ve built, everything I am, just don’t let my Moogie die.’

When he gets about three feet away, Kurvim laughs. “They’ve always hated you, you know that Johan. Truth is, you’re too expensive a prize to pass up.”

Johan sees the phaser turned to him and he hopes his Moogie will make a run for it. He takes a breath and prepares himself.

A figure jumps falls from the upper balcony, landing on Kurvim’s shoulders. The phaser fires and mostly misses Johan but grazes his forehead. Damn it that stings. He sees his saviour’s legs twisting Kurvim’s head and body around, forcing him to release Moogie, then he sees her jump off and deliver a particularly satisfying roundhouse kick to Kurvim’s head. He doesn’t have time to admire the view though, he grabs his Moogie and runs to the closest corridor, away from the criminal and his phaser. His Moogie is out of breath, Ferengi weren’t usually built to be athletes, so he picks her up and carries her. He knows his ship like the back of his own hand. He built it - every level, every room, planned the layout, the environmental systems, where each game would be located, the decor, the-

“Johan! We’re saved!” Johan grinds to a halt and sees Mathias grinning at him, a little worse for wear but not much. He’s got two Starfleet people with him.

“All of you, take my Moog- my mother and get her back to your ship. I’ll be back!”

“Johan!” She cries, but Mathias has her. Good ol’ Mathias.

One of the other Starfleet people hits their comm badge and commands ‘Four to beam’ - once the transporter light is gone, Johan runs back to the main gallery where he carried his Moogie from the fight. This is his ship, and he’s not going to just abandon it. He needs to make sure Kurvim is gone.

He runs back to see Kurvim being kneed in the face by the Starfleet woman, then knocked out with a two-handed blow to the head. That’s when she looks up, panting - dusting off her uniform, hair dishevelled, cheeks flushed and surprise in those violet eyes.

‘Females and finances don’t mix’ he tells himself. It’s what he always told himself while amassing his fortune and keeping his focus. ‘Females and finances don’t mix’

She smiles gently and straightens herself, as if she hasn’t just finished beating up an Orion Syndicate scumbag, saved both him and his Moogie, as well as his Casino Barge.

“I am Lt. Commander Madeline Williams, Chief of Security of the Federation Starship Hudson. We heard your distress call.”

None of the Rules of Acquisition are going to help him now. He’s avoided the Federation all his life, and now…

“I am Johan.” He spreads his palms. “Welcome to the Latinum Palace. Best Casino in any Galaxy. Not that...you’d know I suppose, coming from a uh...cashless society.” He can’t keep the disgust out of his tone at the idea, but he truly is trying his best to be polite.

Still, she smiles very politely and looks around. It’s pathetic, it’ll take him about a year to fix it up properly and get it back to its glory - but he has to. For himself but also for Ferenginar. If this destroys him, the conservatives win. The only reason why he managed to grow up in Ferenginar in the first place, was Grand Nagus Rom’s reforms.

“Mister Johan.” Commander Williams’ voice is gentle. “I need to put him in the Brig, he will face trial. And...you’re bleeding. You need medical attention. We can provide that on my ship.”

All his life, Johan had never fallen sway to anyone’s charms the way most other Ferengi did. There was a first time for everything.

Commander Madeline Williams, Personal Log. Stardate 57911.9. It has been one year since we rescued and found the United Benelux’s long-lost Prince Johan. His highness was reunited with his family for four months, then returned to rebuild the Latinum Palace. I suspect it was difficult to be reunited with his family, having been raised among the Ferengi, but they are all trying their best. Our current mission, as a special favor to the Royal House, is to safely bring Queen Belle to the Latinum Palace for its reopening ceremony. I am in charge of security, and I’m the most nervous I’ve ever been. I...hm...honestly I...I call him by title because I’m not...sure what to think of him. I didn’t like him much at first. I have often heard that humans were not unlike Ferengi centuries ago. Like the Ferengi, we embraced Capitalism and profit as our way of life. My own country was formed because of a mad beaver trade! It is all difficult to conceive now. Most times I feel that Prince Johan is cruel to those whom he sees no value in, which is most. He openly scoffs at Federation ways, especially our cashless society. But...he treats me...differently. I don’t let myself be...carried away by the slight attentions of someone. I’ve learned my lesson, all my life. I keep reminding myself, he’s nicer to me just because he feels I saved him, also his Moogie, and his Casino. If anyone else had done so, even...Amelia let’s say, he would do the same. Yes. That’s it. Now I’m going to fulfill my job and make sure that his sister and brother are safe while they visit him. They have their difficulties, but they are dedicated to learn how to be family. Hopefully this trip will help them learn to appreciate the world he grew up in.

Johan

Belle is giving that look. That mischievous little look that his Moogie insists is identical to his but he doesn’t believe her (he doesn’t want to believe her). Chrisjan also has a look, a twinkling in his eyes that makes him look like he’s laughing at everyone else all the time. Only this time, it feels like he’s just laughing at Johan.

The Bigger the Smile the Sharper the Knife. Rule #48. It wasn’t quite accurate because his sibling’s cat-like smiles were small and sharper than any Ferengi’s tooth, even after a good sharpening. He should know, he’s used his humanness several times to his advantage to get his rivals to underestimate him. Right now though, he’s so out of his depth.

It’s not his fault that he’s mostly tongue-tied around Lt. Commander Madeline Williams. Who wouldn’t be? Pretty much everybody else, that’s right. Idiots. Well, not really, they knew when someone was out of their league and moved on, but Johan had lived a life of impossibility. There was something in his chest that kept nagging at him to DO SOMETHING even as his head told him to leave the Commander to someone more worthy. He tries that. He hates himself for it. Then he thinks about what he could do about it and hates himself even more. Building the Latinum Palace, Ferenginar’s largest Casino Barge, was easier than trying to talk to Commander Williams and sound “normal.” On the other hand, his siblings were only visiting for a week. After one week, he could go back to feeling horrible because he didn’t manage to say anything to her, rather than feeling horrible in general because the nerves in his stomach made him want to vomit.

The Commander had just left the room, after inspecting it for safety. Now he has privacy with his newly-discovered siblings. Of course the moment the doors shut, they burst out laughing, and can’t stop. Part of him wants to hate them, truly, but he can’t. He knows what it feels like to enjoy a private joke, so he knows why they can’t help but laugh. It’s amazing how similar they are, even being raised so differently. Besides, he’s tired. Organizing the reopening is tiring but satisfying work.

Satisfying and hungry work. He could eat some tube grubs right now. But Belle and Chrisjen were fast getting him addicted to the sweet desserts from his homeland. As if reading his mind, his little brother steps up to the replicator and orders a feast of them!

Maybe there was something undoubtedly positive about this sibling business after all.

“Well Chrisjan, what are we going to do to help our big brother finally ask Commander Williams on a date?”

On second thought, he could have done without discovering that he had siblings. Even finding out that he was royalty was a disappointment - what good was royalty with no money? “You’re going to do nothing. The Commander has more important things to do than to further entertain me.” And besides, she also had no time. He knows that she volunteered herself to guarantee his sister’s safety. But it did also mean that her trip to the Latinum Palace was a work trip, not a leisure one

“No, you’re right, it’s not for me to do anything.” Belle humms. “About her at least. But I did come here to see my brother’s life’s work! Look, we kept the news hush hush back on Earth out of respect to you and your Moogie, so no one knows we’re royalty! We want to follow you around tomorrow as you prepare for the grand opening, through every inch of this barge! Tell us everything! Why you built it that way, why you planned where everything is located the way you did, just...let it out brother! We brought normal clothes! Even disguises! We can modify our physical appearances on the USS Hudson! You can keep your reputation and not risk any blackmail through us. I want to see what my big brother has built, on his own! I don’t really know him yet, but I’m proud of him.”

Johan isn’t quite sure what to make of that, but the tightening in his chest is undeniable.

“Don’t hog the admiration sis!” Chrisjan laughs. Then he turns and looks more serious. “All this time I had the most amazing older brother and didn’t know it for sure. We’ve already spent our lives growing up with the tragedy of thinking we would never know you. I’m not going to actually pass that chance up now that I have the chance to do that.”

He’s a sap. Johan is an absolute sap. That’s why he’s suddenly hugging two strangers that he only met a year ago. But they’re not just strangers, they’re his siblings. He’s gone from having a family of one to a family of...well. There’s a part of him that still wishes someone else was here with them, and not standing outside his door.

Johan now knows that siblings are evil and cunning, and he should have known. All his life he had thought that the Federation was sickeningly sweet and naive, HAH!

Belle and Chrisjan shadowing him on the tour and inspection of the Latinum Palace means that Commander Williams has to shadow them.

“I didn’t get a chance to see it properly the first time!” She exclaims. “You designed and built a self-sustaining ecosystem on your ship! These plants! They’re real and...the water...there’s not much replicating going on is there? The biodome in the central Casino actually has its own weather. The only other place I’ve seen that compares to this is Risa, and it’s a planet! That’s what the forcefield is for right? So people can experience rain without actually getting wet! How did you modify the dampeners for the field? And the plants! Where did you...”

Belle leans in and whispers, “Cat got your tongue? You can step forward and actually...you know...answer some of her questions.”

When he doesn’t move he swears someone pushes him forward so he stumbles next to the Commander. She notices and turns with some embarrassment in those large violet eyes of her.

“Oh sorry! I’ve been rambling haven’t I? I didn’t even give you a chance to answer any questions, but I’m just…” She laughs shyly. “Sorry I’m not...usually like this. I’m just surprised. It was so destroyed when I was last here. I’m happy for you that you were able to rebuild it. I also...I started off in Engineering and Ops before I switched to Command track so…” She shrugs with an embarrassed wave of her hand in front of her to the wall of plants before them. “I like this…”

Warmth climbs up his cheeks and he can’t help but smile. “Uh...well. Since you asked me about the plants twice, and we’re here, I’ll answer that question first…”

He does not see Belle and Chrisjan looking so absolutely smug behind him.

Commander Madeline Williams, Personal Log. Stardate 9734131.1. I’m crazy. I’m absolutely stark raving bonkers crazy. I’m on a runabout to Risa. What am I even...I DON’T EVEN LIKE RISA! Computer, delete this...no, no. I’m already halfway there and I’m still flying, I may as well see this through. Besides, I’ve never gone hiking … on … Risa? Right. Williams out.

Johan - First Date

It was easier to send letters. Somehow he can express himself better with just words, than he can speaking to someone face to face. He’s figured this out recently - growing up on Ferenginar as a human has meant that he’s developed masks - Johan the human who is more Ferengi than a Ferengi, the “trusted” businessman, sailor of the Great River. He’s Moogie’s son, he’s the tinkerer. He likes to fix things and build things. It’s when he builds things that he’s the most genuine, because he tends to work alone, and there’s no one to put an act up for. It’s difficult when there are laws like “A contract is a contract, but only between Ferengi.” That means almost every contract and business he first tried out was doomed to failure. He did the only thing he could - find his own way out in the stars, build his own world where he could reinterpret the rules in his own Kingdom as he wished. Then he had become Johan the Casino King.

Going back to Earth, meeting his siblings and Madeline is another exercise in simply being Johan. But he’s finding a part of himself coming out that he’s hidden for so long. It’s hard but…

He hears the runabout and turns to see it landing. The doors open and there she is. He can’t help the smile breaking out on his face. Even if this goes terribly and he makes a terrible fool out of himself, Madeline will be worth it.

“I’m an idiot.” He huffs, following her up the hill that never ends. “If I was going to take you hiking I should have chosen a place less wet. It already rains without end in Ferenginar.”

Madeline just laughs, but then turns and offers him her hand. He takes it, and maybe if he’s lucky, he won’t have to let go. “And here I thought you just loved places that rain - Ferenginar, Risa, you even needed to make it rain in your Casino!”

“That’s for the plants! I never understood how Starships could be so...dead honestly. Metal corridors after metal corridors, you can only see green in a holosuite when you get a break. Why not just have it around all the time?”

She stops then, and looks at him with a shy smile, cheeks flushed. “Thank you for the flowers.” She tries to turn away and keep marching up but he squeezes her hand before he can stop himself. To his joy, she squeezes back.

There’s a beat of awkward silence, hands still intertwined, then...

“So you don’t like holosuites?” She offers.

“I like real things.”

There’s more silence and Johan hits himself for closing that conversation. What could anyone say to that? “Uh...what is your favorite...holosuite program?”

“It depends. In my Academy Days I played Ice Hockey, I miss it so I do that often. But sometimes when I just need quiet, I do things like this. I’ve actually ‘hiked’ in Risa loads of times before. This is the first time I’m doing it for real. Thanks for inviting me. I wouldn’t have come out here without you.”

“Why not?”

“Hmm?”

“Well, you get personal days and leave time. You clearly enjoy doing this. Why not experience the real thing instead of rely on something synthetic?”

Madeline chuckles. “It is quite realistic you know?”

“It really isn’t any different?”

She releases his hand to push a large branch out of their way. “No you’re right, it is. Holosuites are the next best thing but there’s even more elements of unpredictability in the actual place. I think I like it, I just relied on holosuites because...um. Odd that you don’t like holosuites? Isn’t there a Rule of Acquisition that goes ‘Nature decays but latinum lasts forever?’.”

“That has to be one of the most short-sighted rules. I make up my own rules as and when I realize that I’m doing better. Don’t get me wrong, mostly they make sense but...some were just added as idiotic last-minute additions by old Naguses or Trade Commission leaders over the years. All politics, no wisdom.”

There’s an amused but unreadable look on her face at that as she gives him an exaggerated nod. “Would be interesting to see you debate my Captain. But that’s some good insight. As for me, well, I’ll start to prioritize seeing the real places from now on. Thanks.”

Madeline marches on ahead and doesn’t take his hand again. Johan feels the loss of that but soldiers on. He hasn’t overlooked the fact that she’s rather deftly not answered his actual question but he’ll deal with that once he catches his breath. They’ll move faster this way anyway, which is good considering that there actually is a timeline he’s gotten them on. Hopefully all goes according to plan.

“Should I ask about the answer you left hanging or ask you something else?” He huffs - he may not like holosuites but it certainly looked like he was going to have to spend more time in them just to get his physical fitness levels up. He did not want to be embarrassed again at how obviously out of shape he is compared to Madeline. Then again, she is a master strategist and Chief of Security on her ship, who took on lot of physical roles because her Captain was the Grand Nagus’ son, because Ferengi were not exactly the strongest species in space. So, he expected her to be in much better shape than he, but still!

“How about I ask you a question. Dare I ask, why do you like Risa so much?”

Oh what a question. “I don’t know if I like Risa that much, but I’m familiar with it. Other than Ferenginar and the Latinum Palace, it’s a home of sorts. I made my first fortune in Risa, and Risa was the first place I ever felt...accepted and able to be myself. I first started designing the Palace here. I wouldn’t be who I am without Risa...even though yes, it always rains here too. Maybe one day I’ll try a desert planet. My turn?”

Madeline smiles her acceptance and stops to take a drink of water. Finally a sign of fatigue!

“Alright...could you maybe...tell me about your home?”

“It’s a little boring compared to yours.”

Johan has to shake his head. “I find that homes are never boring. Not really. Even if the landscape is dull, the symbolism in our heads make up for the rest.”

She smiles at him again, amused. “Good point. Well, I was born in a city called St. Johns, in Newfoundland, Canada. My parents lived right by the coast…”

Before he knew it, they reached the peak of the hill.

“There’s a cabin here?” Madeline asks, taking in the simply built hut in front of them, built with wood from the surrounding rainforest and covered by leaves as its rooftop.

“It’s more of a viewing station. Come on.”

“Oh?”

“Come on!” Now he finds the energy to jog to the chairs that were set up outside. He knew there was an advantage of booking the most remote and least luxurious place in Risa. Sunset Cottage was literally that - a little cottage that took too much energy to trek to simply to enjoy the best view of Risa’s double sunset.

“Wait...you asked me to travel with you on a holiday to see…” Madeline coughs. “The most romantic sunset in the Federation?”

Johan freezes and looks up at her, she’s standing right in front of him now. “Is there...yes? Did I not mention…?” Maybe he had covered it up in a lot of words because of how nervous he was. “Maybe I…” Were his intentions not clear with the flowers and the letters? “I apologize if…”

Oh. He can’t look away from her blazing smile. Beautiful. How was it possible for someone to be so beautiful? Somewhere in the back of his brain, he hears his siblings’ voices yelling “Well tell her that Johan! Say something!”

“Thank you.” Is what comes out instead. He’s such an idiot. He clears his throat and looks down at the grass for a moment. “I mean, thank you for coming. Here. With me. I...I’m not quite...smooth I should say, or brave when it comes to women. I had the smallest lobes out of anyone on my planet and...”

Madeline doesn’t laugh at him as most Federation people do at the Ferengi. “Large lobes or no, you made yourself the richest man from Ferenginar. And if you were raised on Risa I’m sure you would have, I don’t know, built the best environmental controls that gave you control of the planet, and if you had stayed in the Federation, you would have become a brilliant Captain. You’re a survivor Johan. You would have thrived and made your way no matter where you ended up.”

What she says silences him with his own gratitude. She understands and...she thinks so highly of him? She knew exactly what to say. “I mean it Madeline. Thank you for joining me here. I. knew when I first saw you that I probably wasn’t special enough for you but-”

“You think that?”

“Of course I do. You’re a brilliant strategist, absolutely terrifying in a fight, and I’m not entirely sure why you’re not the Captain of the Hudson yourself. I’m not sure why you give me the time of day. And of course, you saved my life, my Moogie, and my life’s work. I’m pretty much...yours Commander. I’m not sure why you’re giving me the time of day, but as long as you are, I’m not wasting it.”

She’s shaking her head even as she closes the distance between them and softly kisses him. Of course it starts to rain, but he doesn’t care. He wraps his arms around her as the rain softly falls on them and around them. As the suns set, it covers them in a misty, golden glow.

Commander Madeline Williams, Personal Log. Stardate 9734132.1 AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#nedcanvde #aph netherlands #nyo canada #orbitinghetalia

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londone-fog · 7 years ago

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The Light Will Guide You Home- IT Star Wars AU

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I. II. III. IV.

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Darkness is on the rise. Darth Assem the Wise has begun gradually over taking the galaxy with his Neibolt Regime. As his power grows, so does the power of his apprentice, the fearsome Darth Fide. With the demolition of the Jedi, the public is quickly losing hope.

Meanwhile, General Marsh and the Rebel Alliance struggle to keep the Regime on a short leash. With the rumor of a hidden Neibolt base on the abandoned Sith planet Korriban, they have made quick plans to follow up on the intel.

All they can do now is hope the force is with them...

Richie sat alone in his room, which was not unusual for him. But he was nervous. Oh, heavens above was he nervous.

He had a meeting with Darth Assem.

He hated meetings with his master. He knew that Assem would be deeply upset to know that the prisoners had escaped and had to be shot down. They hadn’t been able to get any useful information out of them, either.

Richie also fretted that Assem would know about the voice. Eddie. It was the one secret he had, and he hoped it would remain that way. He had no idea who Eddie was or if he was real, but he knew he didn’t want his master anywhere near him. He had felt it when Eddie had shown him light, where he was from. The warm feeling of sun on his face, dirt below his hands. He almost missed it.

Everywhere Richie was became cold. He’d felt cold for so long.

But the cold was where he belonged. It was where he was accepted, sought after. He had a purpose here.

He finally lifted himself up from his bed, donning his signature robe and pulling the hood low over his face. That was one of the most defining features of his persona; completely dark and hidden, except his mouth. His final word was his victim’s final sight.

He couldn’t help but notice how every stormtrooper straightened just a little bit when he walked past, a towering figure of pitch against a sea of white. None of the troops would have been able to sense the terror festering inside of Richie’s mind. The person he was going to see was the only one who could.

Assem’s throne room was a strange sight. There were panes of red glass covering the top of the cylindrical room, making everything awash with a bloody hue. Above his magnificent chair floated supposedly random chunks of metal, machinery, and what appeared to be severed body parts; trophies, every single one. And the Sith himself sat on his throne, yellow eyes practically glowing in delight, his movements toward Richie unnerving and supernatural.

“Ah, my most stupendous apprentice. We’ve had quite the eventful few days, haven’t we?” he said, voice light and full of hidden laughter. It made Richie’s insides coil.

“Yes sir.”

“Don’t do that. You only do that when you think I’m going to be angry. Do you think I’m going to be angry?”

Richie didn’t dare answer aloud; they both knew the answer.

“Well, you are right. I am angry. Do you know why?”

Richie swallowed, forcing his voice to remain steady.

“Because the prisoners escaped.”

“Because the prisoners escaped? Ooh, that’s a good guess, Fide. But no. While yes, I am frankly irked that we lost a source of information, they were shot down. So it’s not like they can take anything back to that slut Marsh. However, there is still someone alive who managed to escape.”

Richie’s head snapped up in surprise, eyebrows furrowing.

“What do you mean, someone escaped?”

“What I mean is that our stormtroopers are shit, and they left a pilot alive enough to escape. There’s footage of an x-wing taking off.”

He allowed this information to wash over him. A pilot was left alive. In an odd moment of association, Richie thought of Stan. His heart clenched at the thought of his old friend, who now lay dead in the Korriban desert. He quickly shook it out before Assem could notice.

“I have reason to believe you aren’t being thorough, Fide. I can sense your weariness even now. Must I remind you what Fide even means?” Assem’s voice was dripping in the sickly sweet venom of some hypnotic snake.

“Loyalty.”

“Yes, loyalty. Loyalty to what, exactly?”

“The Dark Side, and you.”

“That’s right. See, you get it, I know you do. But yet I sense turmoil. You feel remorse for that Uris boy. One of Maturin’s old brats, not unlike you. But you see, you had the sense to rise above, and look at where you are. Not lying dead in the desert. Remember that.”

And with that, Richie was dismissed.

He didn’t dare think about Stan until he was back alone in his room. Stan, who he’d trained alongside for years, and the only one spared when he’d demolished the last remaining Jedi. He had seen the look in his eyes when he and the other pilot were captured. Something akin to fear as well as acceptance, and a sadness deeper than any ocean. But Richie was loyal, even to a fault. Now Stan was dead, leaving Richie with the sting of regret and an infinite tiredness.

It was times like that that he could barely even remember why he’d done what he’d done, joining the dark side when he was birthed from the light. His parents were both long dead; his mother, the senator and his father, the Jedi. Both busy and absent people, even before his father was killed in the first battle that destroyed everything that had been built by the Jedi.

He never truly fit in with the other kids who trained under Maturin, their old master. Except for Stan, everyone wrote him off and left him to be alone. He had no one. Not until he heard Assem for the first time. Assem being in his head was so unlike Eddie; it was more a whisper, a suggestion. And Assem promised many things; never feeling alone, never having to listen to those who didn’t care about him, always having someone to go to.

Of course he went with it. He had to. He had only been a child, no more than 13 years old.

He felt more alone now than he had back then.

As though someone could sense his turmoil, he was suddenly pulled into the audible vacuum he’d come to look forward to.

“Hello.”

“Hi Eddie. Couldn’t stand another day without hearing my beautiful voice?”

“You wish. I dunno, I feel like this whole connecting thing is getting easier.”

“That so?”

Richie could tell Eddie was a little excited. If he was being honest, he was too.

“Yeah. I dunno, I’ve kinda had a lot of weird stuff happen to me the past two days,” Eddie said, a bit of exhaustion dripping from his tone.

“Weird stuff? Sounds fun.”

Eddie laughed a little.

“Less fun than you’d think. It’s more like my life has been cracked open, and all of these things keep pouring out. I’m not living with my mother anymore.”

“Wait, you lived with your mother all this time?”

Richie could practically feel the burn of his embarrassment through the bond.

“Yeah, it was pretty damn miserable. But I’m moving now. It was a kind of last minute decision, but the people I’m going with are pretty cool.”

“Please tell me you’re starting a cantina band. Or wait, better yet, you’re going to become a blue milk farmer.”

“That is disgusting. Do you even know where blue milk comes from.”

“Nope. But I’m guessing you’re going to tell me.”

Eddie huffed a little, and Richie couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Nope, I’m not giving you the satisfaction.”

And just like that, the vacuum was gone. Richie gritted his teeth; he really needed to figure out exactly what the bond was.

He needed to figure out his life in general, because he was becoming less and less certain that he was doing the right thing.

He didn’t think it was the dark pulling him anymore.

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The Lone Jedi, Chapter 9

Word Count: 2034 Rating: This chapter: PG. Overall story: explicit Warnings: None Summary: Jedi Knight Rhett McLaughlin managed to escape the purge of the Emperor to become one of the last of his celibate order. After years of a solitary life, he finds himself with a former slave for a friend. Despite his efforts to maintain anonymity and the jedi code, he starts to realize that doing either is easier said than done. Notes: Star Wars AU; Events take place between episodes III and IV

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*See the end of each chapter for additional notes on star wars terms*

Link POV

Link was dressed in a loose-fitting, light green blouse with a deep v-neck showing off much of his hairy chest. The billowy sleeves hung down to just below his elbows. His baggy pants were similarly colored except for a thin band of bronze around the waist. Rhett had bought him these clothes long ago, along with a new pair of thick shoes more suited to long walks in the woods. The clothes weren't as open to air as Link was used to, but the soft fabric was like heaven against his skin, and he found them very pleasant to wear.

It was definitely a different look than the slave outfit he had when he first came into Rhett’s care and he hoped no one would identify him as a former servant to the reigning Hutt. Link paced nervously in front of the academy entrance, occasionally running his fingers through his newly cut hair, while he waited for his friend to finish putting a bridle on Herb the kybuck. He liked the new cut; it was still a bit long on top, but shorter on the sides. It made him look very different and in a very good way. He hoped it was enough to keep anyone from knowing who he was.

“It's going to be fine, Link,” Rhett told him. “I promise. I'll be right beside you the whole time.”

“If the Hutt’s men find out-”

“They won't. They won’t recognize you because you don't look like a slave. You look like a free man and that's what you are.” He placed his hands on Link’s shoulders, holding his gaze and Link felt the fear melt away. “Even if someone is looking for the lost slaves from your caravan, they won't find any where you stand because you are no longer a slave. Never again.” Link smiled, but was still a little uneasy. It wasn't that he was scared; not exactly. It was just that he still hadn't figured out who he was, if not property of the Hutt. Finding a new identity was proving easier said than done.

It was a long walk down the mountain on foot but Herb was covered in bags for supplies. Besides, Link appreciated the exercise. He liked to keep his legs fit and his heart strong. While Rhett led the way, Herb’s reins in hand, Link watched the scenery around them. The forest was far more beautiful in the daylight when he could see the colorful flowers and plants growing everywhere. There was no sign of vicious animals, only singing birds and the occasional small rodent scurrying by.

When they finally got to the nearby village of Sasalea, a small trading post in a large clearing, the chatter of birds gave way to the chattering of people engaged in casual conversation and commerce. No one seemed to pay any mind to the two travelers from the mountains any more than the rest of the prospective buyers. Link looked over the covered kiosks that before he had only ever been able to see from a distance.

Rhett followed close behind, a sweet smile on his face, watching the shorter man’s excitement over the simplest things. Link didn't care if he looked silly, impressed by items that everyone else barely gave a second glance. The everyday electronics and mechanisms were amazing to his uneducated mind. He marveled at these common things, amazed that such things existed. The cheaply made clothing and decorations seemed just as beautiful as the lavish collections he had seen back in the Hutt’s palace. A whole new world was being revealed to him and he enjoyed every minute of it.

Gently, with a hand at the small of Link’s back, Rhett guided his companion along. He wanted to give him time to look over everything, but they really were here to pick up supplies. Eventually they made it to one of the larger stores, this one a full sized building and not just a cart set out in the street. It had a few customers already inside, browsing the various wares with mild interest. Like the people outside, they didn’t seem to care about Link or Rhett as they entered.

“Feel free to look around,” Rhett told his friend. “I'll come and get you when I got everything.” Link nodded enthusiastically with a wide grin before heading over to view an interesting display of musical instruments. He’d seen very similar gadgets while he lived in the palace. There was always music when he danced and he quite enjoyed to listen to it in his free time as well. Music was one of the few pleasures he truly enjoyed. Glancing over at Rhett, who was still negotiating with the merchant, Link wondered if his new friend liked music. Maybe he even knew how to play one of these things. It was a nice thought.

Moving on to another display, Link found some very interesting and rather exotic looking oil lamps. Most of the lighting back at the palace were electric, modern tech. These things looked ancient but fascinating. He picked one up and tried to figure out how it worked by just examining it.

As he turned it about in his hand, he held it up to his nose, giving it an experimental sniff. The oil inside was old and congealed. The lamp probably hadn’t been used in years and the smell was putrid. Link gagged instantly, dropping the lamp to the ground as he flinched. It didn’t break, but rolled across the floor, spilling its contents as it went. Finally it came to a stop, up against someone’s foot, and the rest of the disgusting fluid emptied around the stranger’s shoe. He did not look pleased.

“Hey!” he exclaimed. Following the trail of dark, sappy goo all the way to its source, the large man’s eyes settled on Link with a glare. Standing about two inches taller than Link, and built like a living pile driver, the man didn’t look like someone you’d ever want to mess with. His brown and green clothes were covered in filth, while his face was dark and greasy. He towered over Link, scowling, and pointed a finger into the shorter man’s chest. “Just what do you think you’re doing, stoopa?”

“It… It was an accident!” The words were barely out of his mouth before the man grabbed him roughly by the wrist and twisted him around so they were facing the same direction. Holding him close to his chest, the man tightened his grip until Link could barely breathe.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he growled. No matter how hard Link struggled, he couldn’t seem to break free. He’d never been in a fight before, no physical confrontation or punching match. He had barely even argued with anyone while he lived in the Hutt’s palace. Without any experience in combat, he had no idea what to do. He tried to bite down on the man’s arm, but didn’t even manage to damage the thick, leather sleeve. Just as he was about to start kicking, and possibly making an even bigger scene, he heard the voice of his savior.

“Put him down.” Rhett’s voice wasn’t loud. It wasn’t even particularity threatening, but he was most certainly not making a request. The stern look on his face and the ice in his eyes gave the stranger pause. Glancing back and forth between the two of them, he decided the brunet in his arms wasn’t worth the trouble. As he let go, he shoved Link to the ground with a sneer. Then he looked up again at Rhett, obviously trying to be more intimidating than he felt.

“Are you going to pay me for my ruined shoes?” he demanded. Rhett didn’t blink an eye. In fact, Link saw the hint of an amused grin at the corner of his mouth. He glanced down, giving the shoes a pointed look, before turning his attention back to the man’s face.

“I would,” he began, calmly. “But I don’t have change for a wupiupi.” The man looked like he wanted to hit Rhett square in the nose for that comment, but he held back. Rhett was almost half a foot taller, and he had an air of confidence about him. The stranger sulked away leaving Link alone with his friend and rescuer.

“Thanks,” he muttered, as Rhett helped him to his feet.

“Can’t leave you alone for five minutes,” Rhett teased with a smile, but Link frowned back. He didn’t like feeling so helpless. If Rhett hadn’t been there, that stranger would have no doubt pounded the snot out of him. He felt useless and embarrassed but most of all he felt powerless, and that was not an easy feeling to digest. Even as a slave, he had never felt that vulnerable. There was power in dancing, in making his audience desire him. This was different. Being grabbed and held like this didn’t happen. He was never that kind of slave.

“This was a mistake,” he muttered. “I should never have-”

“Hey, you’re alright.” Rhett placed a tender hand on Link’s shoulder, standing close so they could speak quietly and not be overheard. “I’m here. I would never let anything happen to you.”

“But you won’t always be there to protect me, will you?” Link secretly hoped he would be. “He could have… I don’t… I can’t...” He dropped his head into his hands, leaning against the nearby wall and trying not to collapse in tears. When he was cast out from the Hutt’s palace, he knew the lands outside were a dangerous place, but it was only now really sinking in. How was he going to survive this crazy world?

“Link.” Rhett waited until his friend met his gaze. He stared into those tender eyes, his own face soft and understanding. “It was my mistake. I didn’t prepare you for this, and I’m sorry. But-” he added- “I think I know how to help you.”

“Buy me a weapon?” Link asked, hopeful.

“No. For one thing many places don’t allow weapons.” Though he didn’t say so, he also didn’t want Link to end up hurting himself with any weapon he gave him. “I have a better idea.” Before he could elaborate, the merchant who owned the shop called out to him from the back of the room.

“Are you going to buy this stuff, or what?”

Once they had purchased all the supplies they needed they left the store, placing now filled bags onto Herb’s back. As they turned and began walking the long trail back into the forest and up the mountain, Rhett started telling his friend his great idea. He would teach him how to fight.

“It’s only for self defense,” he explained. “But with a bit of training you should be able to stop anyone who wants to hurt you from doing so.” Link loved the idea, but he was dubious that he could learn enough to keep big guys, like the one who grabbed him, at bay. Rhett told him it wasn’t just about brute strength, though working out daily would certainly help. It was about technique and using one’s opponent’s overconfidence against them.

“Will you teach me to use a bok-, uh bokkan?”

“I can, if you like. While you usually won’t have a sword to use, it will help strengthen your muscles. I know quite a few methods of self defense but all of them require you to keep up with exercise and training. It will be hard work.”

“I’m ready.” Link puffed out his chest a bit, not noticing the smile it brought to Rhett’s face. “I spent many hours learning to dance. I’m used to hard work.”

“Fighting is a lot like dancing actually, when done correctly. Your history with dance will be quite an advantage.” Thinking about this, Link flexed his arm and looked over his bicep, as if appraising it. He was fairly muscular; he managed to maintain an athletic, toned body over the last few weeks with various physical labor. It had been awhile since he danced, really danced, but he felt ready for anything Rhett’s teachings could throw at him.

Next Chapter

Additional Notes-

Kybuck: an animal originally from Kashyyyk. They look very much like the Tauntauns found on Hoth, if you crossed one with a horse.

Wupiupi: worth about 20 US cents. This golden coin is the lowest form of currency in the star wars universe, equaling about half of a republic credit. In this context, it’s like saying penny.

Stoopa: a fool or stupid person.

Bokken: Not from star wars, but adapted for this fiction. A wooden sword used for training.

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