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e-of-west-glendia · 4 years

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Time Will Tell

The entirety of Gryffindor house was in the common room tonight, celebrating their victory over the Slytherin's in the quidditch match. The room was filled with echoing laughter and intoxicated teenagers.

Remus watched the party in amusement. He'd been at the game earlier today and had cheered on the team, but he wasn't in much of a partying mood. Last week's full moon had left him aching and exhausted, draining what little energy he'd have had to spend on the festivities. It didn't bother him that much, though. He was perfectly content to watch James make a fool of himself in front of Lily. And the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team made for plenty of entertainment, carrying out dares from their peers that they'd probably regret the next morning.

From his position in the room, Remus was able to see everything going on. Which was how he happened to spot Marlene hanging back in the shadows. Remus raised an eyebrow, Marlene Mckinnon wasn't typically one to stand on the sidelines. As a matter of fact, she was usually the one leading the charge, stoking the fire of the already amped up party and adding to the general insanity.

Remus turned to Sirius who was standing next to him.

"I'll be right back," he said.

Sirius, who had been chuckling at James's attempts to "woo" Lily, turned to face him.

"Where are you going?"

Remus shrugged. "Just over there, I'll be back soon."

Sirius nodded at him, and then laughed. "I'd better head over to James, anyways. Lily looks like she's about ready to jinx him - I wouldn't put it past her either."

Sirius started off in their direction, shouting, "Come on Lily, he's only joking!"

Remus shook his head at him and then headed for Marlene. The blonde didn't even notice him approach and visibly jumped when he greeted her.

"Remus," she said, quickly gathering herself. A large grin split across her face. "Helluva party, eh?"

She gestured around the room. Remus took a look around them, his gaze settled on the Prewett twins who were levitating various people's items, and cackling in amusement as their owners looked around for the source of the disturbance.

Remus snorted. "Yeah."

Marlene shook her head fondly at the twins. "How have we not been busted by McGonagall yet? I thought for sure she'd come up to tell us to shut it down."

Remus shrugged. "Under different circumstances she probably would, but we won the match so I think she's willing to let it slide."

Marlene raised her glass of firewhiskey. "Hear, hear to that," she said and then downed half the glass.

Remus shook his head at her. "You're going to die of liver failure if you aren't careful."

"Eh, we're wizards. I can just fix it with magic."

Remus laughed and Marlene grinned. For a moment the two of them just watched the party. Taking in the flashing banners overhead and the joyful people.

"So why are you here," Remus asked?

Marlene quirked an eyebrow at him. "Why I'm here to celebrate our victory with my fellow Gryffindor's."

Remus returned her answer with an eye roll and a pointed look. She was deflecting, he thought. Remus had lived with Sirius - and himself, quite frankly - long enough to tell.

"That's not what I meant and you know it."

Marlene's raised eyebrow didn't lower, but her amused smirk faded.

"Do I?"

"Mhm."

Marlene sighed at Remus and turned to look at the common room. Her eyes fixed on a particular point. Remus followed her gaze and then something clicked.

"Dorcas," he said simply.

Marlene started again, this time worse than before.

"What?"

Remus let out a sigh. "Marlene, I'm not an idiot I can see the way you're looking at her. What I don't understand is why you won't just go over and talk to her? The Marlene I know would never back down from a challenge."

Marlene shook her head vehemently. "Its not that simple," she said ruefully. "You wouldn't understand."

Remus through his head back and laughed, earning him an odd look from the blonde girl.

"You're talking to the guy who's dating Sirius Black. Trust me, I would understand."

Marlene chuckled and raised her glass.

"Can't argue with that."

She fell silent again and cast a forlorn look at Dorcas. Dorcas was now standing atop a table surrounded by people. She waved her hand in circles around her as she told what looked to be a very captivating tale. Her eyes sparkled with mirth.

"It's just," Marlene began. "I don't want to ruin our friendship, y'know? I've known Dory for years and I don't want to do anything that'd make it awkward. Besides, I don't even know if she likes girls."

Remus said nothing for a moment and then he plucked the cup out of Marlene's hand, and downed the liquid inside.

"Sometimes it just takes a leap of faith," he said.

Marlene snorted. "Seriously? That's your grand advice? I'm pretty sure you read that off the back of a fortune cookie."

Remus laughed. "I'm pretty sure I did too, but you gotta admit, it's some pretty sound advice. I mean, what's the worst that could happen?"

Marlene looked about ready to give him a list of said worst things, but Remus intervened before she could.

"Marlene, if she really cared about you she wouldn't ditch you because you like her. You said it yourself, you two have been friends for years. She wouldn't just leave you."

Marlene still looked unsure.

"Look, if she doesn't want to be friends with you after she finds out you like her, then you need to reevaluate your friendship with her. Lily would tell you the same thing,"Remus said.

" As a matter of fact Lily would kick her ass for you," he added.

"True," Marlene laughed.

The two of them chuckled as they took a moment to envision the redhead's reaction. Then, after a moment Marlene said, "Thanks, Remus."

Remus smiled at her, thinking back to a time when he, too, had needed to be reminded of how much his friends cared for him.

"Anytime," he said.

Marlene smiled back at him; then her gaze shifted to her cup which was still in Remus' hand.

"Well," she said, taking the cup back from him. "As fun as this has been I think it's time I rejoined the party, don't you?"

Remus nodded. "What's a party without Marlene Mckinnon?"

Marlene winked at him. "Exactly."

She scanned the room until her eyes fell on Sirius.

"Oi, Black!" She shouted.

Sirius looked over his shoulder to find the source of the voice, and grinned when he spotted Marlene.

"Yeah, Marls?"

Marlene tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Bet you can't down as many shots of tequila as I can in thirty seconds."

Sirius' grin widened. "You're on, McKinnon."

He gave Remus - who was glaring at him - an apologetic look. "Sorry, Moons. You know me, I never back down from a challenge."

Remus sighed, he knew first hand that this was very true. He turned to Marlene, who was already picking her way through the crowd towards Sirius.

"Don't kill my boyfriend, Marlene."

"No promises," Marlene yelled back.

Remus shook his fondly at them.

"What was that about?" A voice next to him asked.

Remus turned to his side and saw Lily looking at him questioningly.

"With Marlene, I mean," she clarified.

Remus shrugged. "Just giving a friend sime advice."

A knowing look danced across Lily's face. "And did she take it?"

Remus shrugged. "Only time will tell."

Lily giggled. "You sound like a fucking fortune cookie."

"So I've head," Remus said.

Lily warmly at him and then jerked her head in the direction of Marlene aynr Sirius who now had a rather large crowd gathered around them.

"C'mon, let's go over there before those idiots kill themselves."

"Also I think I see James headed this way, and I'm not up for round two of his 'Lily we were meant to be together speech'," she added.

"Yeah," Remus said, allowing himself to be pulled away by Lily. "Let's go."

And the two of them headed for Marlene and Sirius, getting lost in the sea of people around them.

#wolfstar #marauders fic #dorlene #marauders era #james pining over lily #minimal punctuation effort #remus being a fortune cookie #remus lupin #sirius black not hesitatsting to be an idiot #but he's a loveable idiot #once again I used a quote from my thing as the title #why? bc i lack creativity #and im just lazy #harry potter #anywayyysssss #i have no idea where this came from

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aestheticsandwriting · 4 years

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Blackout

//Tuckington//Summary: Tucker freaks out during a blackout and Wash helps to calm him down with a little treat // Ao3 // Personal account //

Washington had just finished with his training for the day, like any other normal day. There wasn’t anything significant that happened yet. He ran through training with his lieutenant’s, sent them to do the rest of whatever was assigned to them for the day after that, and did a quick after-action review, and were sent home for what was left of the day.

The blonde in charge had to stay behind and finish a little paperwork and clean up the mess they made in the training room after someone had the great idea to use the training equipment as a hiding spot for a game of tag started by Caboose. Wash wasn’t amused, but he found it nice that he was finally finding something to keep him busy that didn’t include putting stickers he acquired from who knows where on Wash’s extra helmet he kept in the locker room. Who knew lube could get stickers off so easily.

Wash had made his way back to his room, taken his armor off and put it away neatly while avoiding his boyfriend and letting him have his alone time, as he had been driven crazy with all tension going on between Grif and Simmons. They’ve been dancing around each other and for the past two weeks and Tucker had been assigned alongside them to try to get one of the units trained.

Wash had managed to avoid his stressed lover but still saw him in their room on the bed, reading some book that he had probably stolen out of Simmons's room without the redhead knowing. Tucker had taken a few books from the nerd and stacked the ones he had forgotten to return in their room on one of the small desks they were given. The room/small apartment wasn’t big, but it was enough. They had their own mini kitchen that was put to good use, a bedroom, bathroom, living/dining room, and that was all they needed. It was something to come home to after missions they didn’t think they’d live through. It was nice, for the first time in their lives. Wash had finally found a home.

Wash had skipped taking a shower, already had taken one that morning, and just put sweatpants and a t-shirt on, and just enough deodorant to cover any funk he may have on left from training.

He decided to wait until Tucker was out of their room and was willing to talk to anyone -which quite frankly, wouldn’t take long if he was hungry- before he got dinner started. So in the meantime, He took out the new training schedule that he had been needing to look at and sat on the couch.

Wash had only gotten a few pages into the stack of papers, and the lights went out. Completely. No flickering before, kind of like someone had just shut all the light switches out at the same time. It wasn’t even a second after, and Washington heard a panicked squeal coming from the room he shared with his boyfriend.

“Tuck?” He called out. Curiosity getting the best of him, He set aside the training schedule that was now too dark to see. He waited a few seconds, but after hearing no response, he stood up from where he was sitting on the sofa and timidly walked toward the room that the noise came from. Still not yet hearing a response a few seconds after he called Tucker’s name, he walked a little faster while trying his best to avoid running into any walls.

“Tucker?” Wash calls his name out again, a nervous sweat breaking out on his forehead. As he rounded the corner to their bedroom, he was hoping not to see any of his recurring dreams come to life. Wash could see himself running over to him as the lights were still off, and not finding a pulse on the cold body he tripped over. He could see the image in his head of Tucker lying unconscious on the floor in a pool of his own blood and himself kneeling next to the lifeless body as the lights finally turned back on and he failed to keep his tears in his eyes. He shook his head, not wanting to bring back any more of those thoughts.

“Wash? Where are you? I can’t see anything,” A panicked voice answered him. Washington felt the relief wash over him, but it never fully settled considering he couldn’t see a fucking thing. He wanted to run to the voice, to comfort the voice, and just sit there with him until the power cut back on, but he knew that he wanted to at least see his lovers face if he were so close to him. He couldn’t imagine a world without waking up to that face every morning and being in a safe haven every morning, knowing if here were to die in that moment, everything would be alright. There was nothing he would rather see before he left this world.

"Tucker, babe, I'm right here by the door, I'm going to grab a candle from the kitchen and bring it here, I'll be right back," Wash told him, feeling relieved that Tucker had finally answered him, and he turned around, but Tucker stopped him before he could step one foot out of the dark room.

"No, no, no, please don't leave me," Tucker said, sounding more nervous than before. Wash started to realize that this may be the reason for the noise, he just wanted to mess with him before he did anything to help him.

"Wait, are you scared?" Amusement was found in Wash's voice. Tucker was always one to make himself look bigger, especially when they were around the other reds and blues. He’d like to finally get his payback for all those times that Tucker made him blush like his face was on fire, but he didn’t think that this probably isn’t the best time to joke around.

"No..." He weakly answered after the question was asked, knowing he's gonna be messed with since Wash now knows one of the fears he tried so hard from the blond.

"Tucker..." Wash sounded a bit more firm, but it wasn't enough to cover the worry that was evident in his voice. Washington does feel sorry for him when he jokes around at the wrong times. Sometimes.

"Okay, listen up, nobody knows what could be hiding in the dark! Can we just please not talk about this right now?" Tucker almost shouted to his lover, softening up at the end. He knows Tucker isn’t one to yell, unless he was roasting someone, or if he would ever find Simmons in Grif’s room doing things he never wanted to see

"Where are you?" Wash asked, remembering where he is, but trying to find the safest way to make it to Tucker, in the dark. Safely. Just adding ‘dark’ to it is one helluva way to break a few things the fun way. It's practically a surprise mystery box that has ‘BREAK ME’ written all over it.

"On my side of the bed," A timid voice replied, wanting to get this all over with. He was not fond that he couldn’t see his hand that was three inches away from his face.

"I'm walking towards you," Wash stated, following the wall. He stepped on something, knowing it was not a clothing item, especially with the verbal reaction that followed.

"Shit," Tucker pulled his hand up to his chest and rubbed it with his other hand. “Man, that hurt," He continued, shaking his hand out, trying to get the pain to stop. It didn’t hurt that much, but his nerves were on end before he got stepped on.

"You didn't say you were on the floor," The blonde pointed out, reaching down to help him up, but Tucker clung himself to Wash’s arm, not wanting to leave the warmth the man gave. He realized it had gotten a bit cooler in the room, but not quite freezing. He didn’t understand why Tucker was still shaking around him.

"I wasn't in the mood for saying anything else," Tucker spoke into the taller man's shoulder, with his hands wrapped around the warm body. Tucker was not kidding about being scared, but he also didn’t want to move away from the body heat and safety he felt around Wash.

"You've gotta let go, Tuck. I've gotta find the candles," Wash rubbed Tucker on the back, not wanting him to let go, but seeing his boyfriend like this was a bit adorable. Tucker tightened his grip a little after hearing the taller man's response.

"Okay, we'll do it this way. Drop your hands for a second, will you?" Tucker nodded, and let go, Wash turned around, bent down, and Tucker latched onto his back like a koala. Wash got back up off his knees and headed towards the kitchen, running into the door frame to their bedroom on the way out. Wash could feel Tucker's breath on his neck, and his hair started to stand up. He won't admit it, but he loves it when he's clingy.

After bumping into a few more walls, and kicking two tables and a floorboard, they made it into the kitchen. Tucker did not feel like being let down, so it made it harder for Wash to crouch down and get the candles out of the cabinet below the sink. He did it anyway because he loves his leech.

Wash took as many candles as he could fit into his arms with the man on his back, without dropping anything, and stood back up. Tucker never asked how many weighted squats the blond could do, but it never occurred to him until now how easy it was for him to pick him up.

While holding everything minus the kitchen sink, the ex-freelancer brought his load to the couch and brought the coffee table closer to it to let the candles fall from his arms before letting his boyfriend down. Tucker had grabbed the blanket that laid on the back of the couch for late night binging Netflix or just when their AC went out a few months ago, and Tucker was cold but too lazy to get up to get something to cover him. It was also a good thing to have around for cuddling.

Wash had opened the pack of matches Tucker didn’t see Wash grab, and stoke it on one of the sides of the box until the light burst out and began to burn. He grabbed one of the bigger candles and lit that as well, and placed it on the table in front of him. Tucker watched as the room they sat in began to light up with the flickering candles his boyfriend continued to light. Blowing the match out every time it got too close to his fingers, and picked up a new one just to light up a few more candles.

Tucker curled up against the blond as soon as he has sat down and watched him finish them off. Wash had gotten up and Tucker adjusted so he was sitting against the back of the couch so he would be able to see him scatter the lit candles around the apartment they shared.

It took wash a few minutes to get everything lit enough and spread out evenly so the wouldn’t have anymore close meetings with the walls. He spread some around their bedroom, bathroom, and one right next to the door on a table that holds random guns and trash they don't want to take to the bedroom.

On Wash’s trip to put the last few candles in the kitchen, he opened their sweets cabinet and got a few things to make-shift s’mores they had wanted to do a few times before but had never got the chance to because of their schedules. The sad thing about being in a not so open to the public relationship with someone was also being in something that kept so much of your time busy. Barely even being able to sleep was one thing, but constantly being on missions kept them from spending time together wasn’t what you would call fun. They had gone weeks-even months without seeing each other, not even one glance. Times like these are the ones Wash cherishes so much. The ones that start my accidents, but turn into being some quality time with loved ones you can’t even talk to in public without people getting suspicious.

He brought the ingredients for happiness on a graham cracker back into the living room, letting it fall out of his arms, onto the table that sat two candles that had not been needed anywhere else. He never wanted to admit to even himself how adorable his boyfriend was, knowing Tucker would probably give him shit about it, or just make a sex joke. But seeing Tucker all curled up in on himself, made something in blond melt. The way the flickering light made his chocolate skin have a hint of a light glow made Wash realize he was the only one to come home to this. He was the only one who got to see this when he returned from a long mission.

“Wash?” He realized he was staring, finally taking his eyes off of Tucker, the smiling however, not moving from his face.

“I found the stuff for s'mores, just thought we’d use it now that we have time instead of letting them go to waste.” He told Tucker, ignoring the questioning face he’s giving him. Tucker only nodded to acknowledge what he’d been told. He stayed quiet, and it was bothering Wash a little bit but Tucker didn’t seem like he wanted to talk about it quite yet.

Not wanting to waste time, they got straight to it. Opening the new bags of goodies, setting everything up and forgetting about the mess they were making with the crackers. They had two candles, but had decided to only use one and take turns while making their s’mores. They sat in silence while they toasted the treats, not talking, just enjoying the company the other gave. Silence until wash had let the chocolate melt over the small fire the candle had to offer, and let it drip everywhere including on his face while he lead it to his mouth. Tucker enjoyed the show and laughed though it to let Wash know he was doing the right thing.

They finished the s’mores and not wanting to get up to put their mess away in the kitchen where it belongs, Wash put them on the small side table that sat next to the sofa they had been curled up on for God only knows how long. Not saying much of anything since being riled up from the chocolate fiasco, they sat there left to their own thoughts and reassurance that everything will be alright, in each others arms everything seemed that way.

#fanfiction #my fanfiction #tuckington fanfiction #tuckington fluff #tuckington #lavernius tucker #david washington #agent washington #my bebes #mod Mo #Mo's writing

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swfanficbyjz · 6 years

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SW Rey Theory - Legacy of Light - Chapter 24

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(Within the 1st year or two after Return of the Jedi, 10 years later)

“Han! Leia! Chewie!” Starkiller watched as Luke excitedly hugged his sister and the others. In her arms was a baby. The baby. He’d been training Ashla for months, but she remained infuriatingly light. Even though he had managed to move her away from the idea of telling Luke they were related. After that first day, she’d decided that it was better not to tell him, and he’d done his best to keep them apart. In fact, the reason she wasn’t here right now was because he’d sent her on a training mission. He’d known that Leia Organa was bringing her new baby to visit. There was still the chance to turn her, but now that he felt this child, he was certain it was the one that would fulfill Darth Vader’s destiny. Compared to Ashla though, and even to Luke and his sister, it was weak in the force. It was still young; some people took longer to come into their power than others, but admittedly he was disappointed. Vader’s bloodline was being sullied by the weak. His grandchild should have been magnificent.

At least that wasn’t the end of the plan. Sidious’ journals provided a way to siphon someone’s power. He’d already been experimenting with it and was certain he’d mastered it enough to help this child reach its full potential. The advantage to Ashla not knowing how powerful she truly was, meant that he could steal from her pool of power and she’d never notice. In fact, all he had to do now was get something from this child and he could start working on transferring the power to it. It would be a slow process, but they had the time. He had to be careful to not take too much from Ashla or give too much to the child before it was ready.

It was time to get to work. He plastered on the fake overly enthusiastic smile and headed their way. “Welcome!” he reached out his hand for them to shake. “You must be the sister I hear so much about. I’m Galen Snoke.” The child started fussing the moment he got close. Maybe it was stronger than he’d given it credit for.

“Hello,” she replied, bouncing to comfort the baby in her arms. “I’m Leia and this is my husband, Han. And our good friend Chewbacca.” She made a funny face at the child trying to soothe it. “And this is Ben, but he’s a little cranky right now apparently.” She smiled apologetically at him as Luke fussed over his nephew.

“Do you mind if I try something? Back before the war I was a bit of a baby whisperer. I learned all sorts of tricks to calm them down. Babies are very sensitive to the force, even if they don’t end up being a user. He can probably feel the energy here and it’s disconcerting to him,” he offered casually, smiling reassuringly at her. She looked tired. New babies will do that to you.

“Oh, uh, sure. It’s worth a shot.” She carefully handed Ben over to him. He smiled down at the baby, knowing that soon enough this child would be the leader of the new world order. The boy tipped its head back and bawled so he spoke softly to it, bouncing in a hypnotic rhythm. It slowly started relaxing and Starkiller started singing to it in the ancient Sith language. Within seconds, the baby hushed and stared up at him with big brown eyes. Before long, he was asleep, and Leia was looking at it relieved. And frankly, so was Han. “Wow, you really are the baby whisperer. I should have you come over at night to put him to sleep.”

He chuckled softly, “I’d be glad to, but my duties are here.”

“What was that you were singing?” Luke asked.

“It was an old nursery rhyme my mother used to sing to me in her native tongue. Must have worked on me too. Unfortunately, I can’t remember what the language was called, I only remember the one song.” Starkiller smiled at them. “Whatever it says, it seems to be a powerful tranquilizer. I still use it to relax sometimes.” They didn’t need to know that it was an actual spell. Not one that hurts the baby, only puts it to sleep. No, the other ones will come later; when he's ready.

Seemingly relieved Ben had fallen asleep, Leia and Luke fell deep into conversation about the current events. So he led Han and Chewbacca around the complex making small talk, and giving them a tour while still rocking the child in his arms. He could sense a small force presence in Han, but if he knew about it, he didn't care. He most certainly hadn't nurtured it in any way. Perhaps if he had, the baby in his arms would be that much stronger. When they returned to the entrance, the twins were still talking and likely hadn't even noticed their absence. He took the opportunity while they were all distracted to swipe some of the baby's hair. Once he delivered this to the acolytes, they could get to work preparing him. It was handy that all of these spells could work from a distance so long as they had a piece of the people involved. He already had a piece of Ashla, because he’d used it to test the transfer of power on himself. He’d also used it to steal some of her life in order slow the plague eating away at his flesh. That was how Sidious had brought Vader back to life after Anakin had been so badly burned he couldn’t have recovered without magic. It required someone that person was bonded with, and he’d already bonded with Ashla.

Eventually, he would need to take her to the acolytes for the final ritual, but for now, the child would grow up opened to the dark side and the Sith spirits would haunt his dreams. He would beg for relief and Starkiller would be able to provide it. Soon enough, its parents would feel at a loss on how to help the kid and they’d turn it over to Luke. Once here, he’d be able to prepare it for its ascension; and when that time came… he’d take Ashla to Taris and gift Ben Solo with her power.

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"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He pushed her back against the ship wall and she smiled.

"You tell me all the time," Ashla bit her lip, watching him. "Hopefully that's not the only thing you care about though."

"Of course not. There's so much more I love about you, but the way you look is definitely a bonus." He kissed her neck and she tipped her head back with a soft sigh. Getting involved with her Jedi teacher probably wasn't going to end well, her mom could tell her that, but as her and Snoke had gotten close over the past ten years, it had just moved comfortably into that. He was irresistible in such a dangerous and yet exciting way. Sometimes he just had to look at her and she'd melt. He'd come from a sect of Jedi that apparently never had the same hang ups when it came to attachments; where love had been encouraged rather than dismissed. None of them had ever been tempted by the dark side. From what she'd been learning, the mainstream Jedi couldn't say the same.

Luke had tried to restart the order like it once had been, but he hadn't been willing to give up his attachments either, so it had become a gray area in the new order. When running missions with Galen, she didn't feel the fear everyone warned about; the fear of losing him. Of course, she worried about him, but if anything, she felt stronger running by his side because they were so close. From what she'd seen in the clips Artoo had played for her when she first got there, her parents beat the odds all the time because they'd trusted each other so much.

"We're on a mission though, now isn't the time," she murmured, her protests were mainly for show anyways, she loved the way it felt when he touched her. It was hard to believe she’d gone so long never knowing what this was like.

"We won't get to Taris for several hours, we have time. Might as well have a little fun," his warm breath against her skin sent waves of heat rippling through her body.

So much for trying to stay the voice of reason. She threw her arms around his neck and let him have his way. Giving into the need and desire he always ignited in her. Her thoughts gave way to a fuzzy haze of pleasure as he stoked her flame.

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They arrived on Taris mid-morning. She thought their mission was to find a small group of force users that might join their new order. She was so gullible, she’d believe anything he told her. He watched her move through the ruins at the ready, admiring how much she’d grown, but he was also disappointed. He moved behind her and when she turned to look at him he waved his hand in front of her and she collapsed into his arms. "Oh Ashla," he shook his head. "If you'd just let go of your stubborn hold on the light, it wouldn't have to be this way. We could have ruled side by side as husband and wife." He kissed her on the lips and then scooped her up, carrying her deeper underground where the acolytes awaited.

He didn't want to admit that he'd become fond of her, but personal feelings aside, it was time for the heir of Darth Vader to rise. He'd tried for ten years to tempt Ashla into the darkness; using every trick he could think of. Though she'd been, and still was naïve, she was firmly rooted in the light. Her mother had taught her balance; even teaching her to use dark side spells didn't corrupt her. Her passion could ignite feelings in him he’d long thought dead, and if she’d just turned for him, he could mix his business with pleasure. At least once they drain her power, she won’t be able to resist him; she just wouldn’t be as interesting.

Ben was so much easier to manipulate. After the nightmares and the connection to the Sith spirits they had created when he was a baby, he would beg for relief. He'd hang on every story Starkiller told him, good or bad. Once he'd gotten his own lightsaber crystal, the power transfer had begun. He would steal some of Ashla's power and bind it to Ben's crystal. Every time Starkiller helped him feel more powerful, he fell more and more into their grasp. Ironically it was Ashla that had provided him with the method of her own downfall. She’d told him about lightsaber crystals being a container and how force users bond with them. That’s what had given him the idea to transfer her power to his crystal instead of to him. It had worked far better than their original plan.

Tonight, Ashla was going to lose the rest of her power in the last ritual. The blood of the chosen one would be spilled, and Ben's fate would be sealed. When he awoke the next day he would feel a burst of power and in the rush he would turn. They would then bring him here to Taris, and he would take his rightful place as one of the Knights of Ren. Once official, they would give him the artifacts of power that belonged to his grandfather and he would begin his ascent as the new Darth Vader. Then his master would be silent no more and the wellspring of the dark side would be unlocked.

He laid her down on the altar in the middle of the ritual room and brushed his finger across her lower lip. "Don't worry, dear," he whispered to her even though she was still unconscious. "I have no reason to kill you. We will only drain your force power." He ran his hand down her body. "At least pretending to be in love with you wasn't the worst thing in the world."

"Welcome home, Starkiller," Tashu said as he entered the room followed by the rest of the acolytes. Their numbers had multiplied since he'd found them ten years before. The new Republic believed the Empire was crushed. Little did they know, the new order; the First Order of the new darkness was rising from its ashes. The Knights of Ren were pulling strings all over the galaxy, everything was playing out exactly as they planned. And now that Ashla was here, the dark side would rise again; and it would be far more powerful than the Sith had ever been.

"I have brought you Darth Vader's daughter, just as I promised. Prepare the ritual. The time of reckoning has come."

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AFK: A Spark Reignited

This makes more sense, in the three fic plot, if you’ve read Part One first.

Part One - A Spark of Hope < HERE

Finally, Astraeus reappears, and I get to my feet.

Nerves raw.

Trembling in anticipation.

Eyes searching.

“Well?” I prompt.

My part in our plan was done with an hour ago.

It was inelegant at best, but thankfully, relatively bloodless. HERA HQ, and the elevator leading to Olympus was secure. We - Alex, Hydra, May, and Astraeus - with the help of the allies Hades had finally secured from the top tier gods, Aphrodite at the forefront, had effectively triumphed in our coup on Earth.

Our intelligence was on point – I credit Selene and Helios for that, as much for their combat support.

But Olympus itself is another matter entirely, and I cannot stop pacing – even now with Astraeus here, Hades is not with him.

Hades is not with him, and there is little left in me to keep the calm.

“Astraeus?” I press, reaching out fingers that have taken hold of his vest.

I want to shake the silence out of him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to side with me, blossom?” he asks, teasing, smirking. “Seeing you like this, the way you charged into battle, has made me fall in love with you even more.”

“That’s enough.”

Hades’ voice rings low.

It tumbles from the sky, crashing through the roof, through the ceiling. The sound alone pries my fingers away from leather, but I cannot look beyond the titan before me, because what if, in my hope, I have imagined Hades’ return?

“King of Olympus, is it?” Astraeus exhales, lazily turning his head.

“Let’s go with administrator,” Hades asserts.

Gaze heavy, draining the remnant strength in my muscles.

And I fall.

But am caught, and lowered into a lap I thought I’d lost forever; am encircled by indomitable arms so gentle all thought of them ever bringing violence flees.

And I’d thought him an enemy, been laid so low, bereft, it had felt a place from which there was no escape.

Is it in me to forgive the ruse?

The parting of my lips meets his breath, and mingles where he pauses there – staring, uncertain, waiting.

“I’ll just…” Astraeus says somewhere on the periphery of my awareness, and is then gone.

“Is it really over?” I whisper.

My hands lie flat against his chest. The material of his shirt is grubby and torn at one collar, speaking of the dangers he faced in his own fight.

Sadly, he shakes his head.

“No, it’s not,” he admits, and it pains him to say it.

He wants nothing more than to tell me we can be happy, live a peaceful, drama-free life – I believe that.

“It will take time,” he continues, and I feel the tentative slide of his hands up my spine, stilling briefly every time I breathe - like he’s taken it as a sign he should stop. “Even those who stood with us are wary of the titans, even I, am wary; this is, after all, my second revolution.”

Of course, Cronus was deposed by his own children.

“It makes sense that the betrayers should also fear betrayal,” he adds, and casts his eyes downwards.

Because he still feels the weight of my scorn for his decision to act as if he truly was going to force me into becoming Hera.

“I have proven it possible to tear down even Zeus, who we simply accepted as our leader for so long.”

If I choose to hold onto the sourness of that experience… if I decide this man, the traitor god, is irredeemable, then I should get up now and walk away while I can.

“I don’t,” I breathe, finally meeting his eyes, eyes that slay me every single time, “care.”

He looks confused, I’m ambiguous, and panic resurfaces in those powerful meres. So I placate it, I relieve it, I press my lips to his and tell him with that gesture I am willing to stay with him through the tumult.

For just a moment the tension in his body subsides and he is just a man painted by the reprieve I’ve offered.

“If you ever break my heart like that again,” I state, so quietly in the small space between the gentle press of our bodies, “it’ll kill me, I’m sure of it.”

“I am so, sorry,” he frowns, contrition so deep I can feel it in the ever present potency of his aura.

His hands fall away.

“Show me how sorry you are,” I instruct, inhaling to fill my lungs with the fact I missed him so much, I’ve convinced myself all memory of us becoming one is out of reach.

“Are you… sure?”

Such vulnerability, such uncertainty seems so incongruous and yet – I’ve always known, this is the side he somehow became comfortable showing me.

“Kiss me, Hades,” I instruct, skimming my hands up his pecs, over broad shoulders, before knitting my fingers at the base of his neck. “Make me remember, how I used to feel.”

He asks no more questions, and though I see hunger overtake the relief in his eyes, the contact of his lips against mine is controlled and restrained. It’s nostalgic, drawing me away from all the hurt of recent weeks to the dawn of our relationship – so careful not to break me, so attentive to everything.

The Hades I have missed so much.

My fingers inch though the short hairs at his nape, and even that small gesture directs him away from caution.

I don’t want caution now.

I want raw.

So I dig into his scalp with my fingernails and pull his head to mine.

There are few, if any places between us we’ve not yet explored, but somehow the questing appetite of my tongue feels new. Words yet unspoken resting upon them are swept away by increasing fervour, and I gladly welcome the clutch of his hands at my thighs that effortlessly repositions me in a straddle.

“Yes,” I hiss, as those palms spread out over my hips and rock me against his firming lap.

The whole world vanishes, leaving just the two of us - the needy roam of hands beneath fabric that then peels it away, the drag of fingertips across skin, and the persistent sound of laboured breathing.

“I really thought, I would never touch you again,” he says suddenly, smoothing errant strands of hair away from my face and back over my ears. “That you would never touch me.”

“I want you to touch me so deeply I can’t tell we’re two people,” I tell him frankly, rising to my knees, sliding my firm grip up and down the impressive length of his cock.

The shudder that tremors through his body further stokes my passion – I, still a mortal regardless of Hera’s artifact, can make a god, tremble. But I drag out the moment as he dips his head and pinches a nipple between his teeth; and he knows just how hard to bite down if he wants to hear me moan, just how hard he can before my body twists in tormented desire for far more than that.

“Please,” he implores against the salty sheen of my skin, and I lift his chin with my free hand.

How can I not love this mighty creature who says please?

“I love you,” I declare tenderly.

The scars may take some time to fade, but I cannot lie; my heart belongs to the God of the Underworld.

“Not even Aphrodite has a word for how I feel about you,” he responds breathily, seeking my lips and I will not deny him that.

He groans into my mouth as I sink myself down onto him, parting the inviting drench of my folds, stretching the warm swallow of my inner reaches, until I can take him in no more. And my name drifts from where he’s been holding it tightly within - but soon, all words devolve to desperation and anticipation.

Our bodies meet again and again, rhythm interrupted occasionally by gasp and spasm as we pull each other toward a release by far more substantial than mere pleasure of flesh.

We reaffirm our trust in one another as we push boundaries. How close to the edge can I push him before falling still? How long can I hold him still before I’m overpowered, pushed back, pushed down, pushed to my very limit?

And over.

“Nngh… god… damnit!” I cry out, and as every nerve in my body sings, I cannot fathom the ridiculousness of that exclamation.

I never want him to stop, but the fire is so intense it borders on pain - the kind that commands the flesh to struggle and squirm, even beneath the delightful heaviness of Hades’ taut muscles and his determined penetration.

And I know I’m crying, and it’s ugly, but I cling, and clench, and buck, until the whole room shudders with the roar of his climax and the echo of it expanding through his aura.

He fills me, and I am okay with that, and sprawled on the floor with my legs still wrapped around him, we remain to catch our breaths.

His thumbs graze my cheeks made moist by both exertion, and an emotional easement we both needed.

Smiling, I kiss him again, a slow, deep sigh into his mouth that ends with his lower lip sucked into mine.

“Is it all right to keep Olympus waiting?” I question finally, knowing the truth of the answer but asking it anyway.

“Not really,” he exhales, laying light kisses against my eyelids before grinning confidently. “But it will wait.”

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ryryanfunko-blog · 7 years

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“I GOTS DA GIFT!”: Marty McFly & DeLorean Funko Pop!

Obtained: Christmas 2014 Photos Posted On: Dec. 1, 2015

So this is the only Pop that I’ve got that came with another object, and I really liked it. I’d seen it on Hot Topic’s website and quickly noticed it cost somewhere like $23? or $25? Something like that. And again, at this time, I still wasn’t crazy about Funko Pops. But, I am a big Back to the Future fan. It’s definitely one of my favorite movies of all time. And I know, I know, there’s three of them. But I’ll group ‘em in all together as “a movie,” just for the sake of ranking favorite movies. Because frankly, my top favorite movies seem to be a line of movies with sequels. And I can’t really choose one over the other, because they all really stand well together (except, admittedly, I think Back to the Future III was meh). So, Inception’s my favorite movie of all time at this point, but some movies following that in no particular order are the Back to the Future movies, The Matrix movies, the Ocean’s trilogy, and more.

Tangent again, but whatevs. So, I saw it on Hot Topic’s site, and I wasn’t that crazy for Funko Pops yet. So seeing a price tag of $23-25 for a toy? Didn’t make sense to me. So I passed. But anytime I’d be on a computer, I’d often find myself going back to HotTopic.com just to look at it, LMAO. And by now, I’ve come to realize, if I find myself re-checking some sort of product, it’s a sure sign I do want it, and if I can, I should probs get it. But I didn’t think like that at the time, so I’d online-window-shop it and then get back to my regular routine. But Christmas was nearing, and from my last funko blog post, you’d know I just bought a Frieza Pop to gift to my brother. Well, so, for Christmas, or any gift-giving occasion, my brother’s straight to the point and doesn’t like to play guessing games, and this is one of the things I like about him: he asks you straight up what you want. LMAO. I love it because for Christmas, my brother and sister are both like Santa Claus in a way. My sister really plays into it though. She literally comes over with SACKS of gifts. Multiple gifts. Not cheap little stocking stuffers. She buys multiple nice gifts and puts them in a sack, for each person. Thing is though, if I’m being honest, she often does get things she thinks may be cool or useful, but actually might not be. Again, it’s the thought that counts… But in that way, she’s like Santa Claus. My brother though, although he doesn’t gift with multiple items or huge sacks, he’ll accept lists from me, LOL. I’ll give him a list of things I want and he might get me one or two of them. But at least it’s a guarantee of what I actually want! So that’s always been cool. Oh, and when I said he doesn’t sack his gifts, I forgot to clarify that he doesn’t do anything to wrap or conceal them either. He just gives it to you straight in the store bag he bought it from, LOL. But whatevs, I gots da gift! Oh, and another thing; my sister, although it’s nice she sacks up a bunch of gifts, for a few years I’d send my Christmas list to my closest family members, to sort of make it easy for them like my brother; you know, take the guess work out of it. I’d try to be as polite as possible though, because it does feel strange to ASK for gifts, but I mean, if we’re being real, if we know the gifts are coming, wouldn’t we not want our money to go to waste and get something the other person may not even like? I’m all for playing it safe and being sure they’ll want and like the gift. But my sister made it clear she doesn’t like that I send out a list, and that it’s not my Birthday (ie: I shouldn’t get to choose). I get it. So she blatantly ignores my lists and gets me what she thinks I’ll like. And well, let’s just say that my closet can only fit so much…

;-)

Another tangent. Weeeee! LOL. My bad. It ties in though. Read on, reader.

So anyway, Christmas was nearing and my brother asked for a list from me. I forget exactly what was on that list now… I vaguely recall some weight-lifting related item… maybe that was at the top of my list. I think it was some weight lifting gloves. Not sure though. There were some other stuff too, but I know the Marty McFly Funko Pop was included. And well, voila! My brother gifted me the Marty McFly Funko Pop!! From…??

(This is where you guess)

(Keep guessing)

(This isn’t where I do one of those annoying things people do in conversations and go, “Guess what? *they answer it without actually allowing you a chance to guess*)

(I’m actually gonna allow you a chance to guess)

(Okay, time’s up, over… blaow! snap back to… the future… – see what I did there? ;-)

(Major brownie points to whoever got those references)

(Yes, there were two references in that one line)

(BTW, screw brownie points. Like sorry brownies, imma let you finish, but Krispy Kreme donuts are the best sweets in the world)

(Cinnabons are close behind though, without a doubt)

HOT TOPIC! DOT COM! Yep, he ordered it from their site (I told him where he could get each gift, should he get them). But I knew he got it from HotTopic.com because, as usual, he did nothing to conceal it. He gave it to me inside the shipping box with invoice slip and all, LMAO. Oh!!! It’s coming back to me. He got me this pop, but also did get me weight lifting gloves! Sports Chalet!! But, he got the wrong size, and they didn’t have my size in stock, so he ended up just returning them, but that was totally fine. So yep, Christmas of 2014, we ended up exchanging Funko Pops, basically. LOL. I got him a Frieza and he got me a Marty McFly with his DeLorean. I ended up placing this awesome little dude and his whip on my TV counter with the other pops I had, right on top of the cable box. Soon, I’d move it over to the corner of my desk. It’s currently on the top of my Funko shelf case that I’ll most likely post online at some point. I’ve posted pics of it online at various moments, but the line-up always changes. :-)

So yeah, I was super stoked to get this Pop. Although I wasn’t crazy over Funko Pops quite yet, I’d been kinda side-eyeing them. In a curious way. One of the things that helped was that my co-worker Kasey displayed some out-of-box Funko Pops on his desk, one of which was his Deadpool Pop. Just seeing it at his desk every day kinda had me intrigued to their cute little designs. And so, any time I’d walk past a Hot Topic, I’d just look at the Pops, but not necessarily feel a desire to buy one. But every time I’d see the Marty McFly Pop on Hot Topic’s site, I always thought about how cool of an out-of-box Funko Pop it would be to have, since it was with the freaking DeLorean!!

I just love the Back to the Future movies. The 2nd one is my favorite because of its futuristic elements. I loved the futuristic ideas they had; the self-lacing shoes, the hoverboard, the self-drying jacket, their fashion. I dunno, I dug it. It’s also pretty cool how some of those things are being attempted to be produced today. I’m kinda iffy on it because of how its being done. I mean first off, the self-tying shoes, Nike came out with some a few years ago. Except I heard they weren’t even self-lacing, they were just replicas. Meaning, they were just designed/modeled after the movie’s shoes. But it was still cool; they looked fresh. But, they were super limited and were only being sold on eBay, I think. But they sold for super insane amounts of money. So that wasn’t realistic to get. Then they made another attempt at it like last year in 2016, but I didn’t follow through with the news on it. Also like super limited/unattainable/crazy-expensive, so I didn’t care for it again. But then they were making another actual self-lacing shoe that was more affordable, but this thing looked ugly. Looked like a Skecher shoe with a nike swoosh on it. No offense to Skecher wearers. :-) And secondly, like seriously, hoverboards. We’ve got “hoverboards” today. I’m not sure why we call it that when they’re just segways without handlebars, which may or may not explode. *shrugs*

But anyway, yeah, I love the Back to the Future films, 3rd was meh, and 2nd was my fav. I forgot how I ever got introduced to the films. I think my dad introduced me to the movies… maybe he rented them on VHS? or perhaps we caught them on TV? I’m leaning towards VHS though. But anyway, I loved them so much that in my late high school years, or maybe even early college years, I’m not quite sure… but around that time, when I had some money of my own, I bought the trilogy on DVD. This is big for me, because I don’t like buying movies on DVD. I don’t like rewatching movies. It’s too much time to dedicate to watch something I’ve already seen and already know what’s gonna happen. And to pay to re-do something? Not my ideal spend of money. But, when it's a film I really enjoy? I’ll shell out some cash for it :-) So I got myself the trilogy and rewatched it in all of its glory. I remember back in the day too that my best friend at the time, Jason, would catch one of the movies on TV. We’d be on the phone together, and I’d put on my DVD and ask him where he’s at in the film, and I’d fast forward to that part and it’d be like we were watching together. Fun times. But now, I can’t actually find my trilogy of DVDs :’( (nor can I find Jason, LMAO, but that’s a whole other topic). If only this Funko Pop DeLorean could bring me back in time………. LOL, I was gonna make some cheesy joke about going back in time to find that DVD trilogy… But how much of a waste would that be? Imagine? Using some time travel machine just to find an old DVD set I had, when things like Biff as President and stupidvisors exist? Yeah, real smart use of time travel, Ry. :p

So as for the Funko photos themselves… The first photo with the newspaper was a photo I was stoked to take a pic of. Just archiving the fact I have these two things, is enough to encapsulate my fandom for the movie. I love the fact that USA Today came out with their own Back to the Future themed paper on the date that Marty travelled to the future. For one thing, that was massively creative, and perhaps took a lot of patience on USA Today’s part. Like, I wonder when they thought up to do this, and how long the company’s been waiting to publish it, LOL. And also, it finally put an end (?) to all those ridiculous memes that would pretend “oh, this is the day and year that Marty travelled into the future!” Like nope, nice try, clickbait. No really, nice try. A bunch of “fans” fell for it. But it was easy to tell when they were fake memes. The original Back to the Future setting takes place in 1985. That’s the starting point. Marty basically travels 30 years in either direction. Don’t @ me about the 3rd movie when he goes into the ol’ west, because I don’t care about that, and I’m like 95% certain 1985 is still a good reference point, because he probably ended up going back to 1885. So back to the meme. If he is only going 30 years in either direction, that means 2015 was the year of his travel into the future. BOOM. Case Closed. (Love that anime.) So the newspaper though, I wasn’t able to snag it the morning it came out for like a number of cents… or whatever newspapers cost these days. I had to order it online from USA Today’s website for like $4 D,: LOL.

The second photo was just a standard pic to take in Marty and his whip, LOL. I love Funko’s mold of the DeLorean. It’s done perfectly, IMO. Just the right percentage of a used and dated look to it, but not overly raggy, which captures the essence the ride always had in the movies :’). Also, I love the irony of the car itself. It looks like a cheap hunk of metal. Like not high-class or sophisticated looking. But its function is quite the opposite and performs an action of only the highest of class and sophistication! The third pic, well, I was hoping to just snap a shot of Marty and the DeLorean in front of the DVD box I had… But alas, it was lost somewhere… in the past… so instead I grabbed some Calvin Klein tag laying around and just snuck it in as an Easter egg treat for any of those who really dig Back to the Future :-) And if you don’t know the reference, you’re not finding it here. Go watch the movie(s)!

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