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tc-fantasies · 27 days

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Male teacher- female reader - at a classtrip: part 1

It's late, it's the last night of the classtrip. He and some students are still talking, outside the motel where you spend the night. Some are holding cigarettes, some are holding half-empty beer cans.

"Okay, guys, it's getting late. I think I'll go to sleep now. Are you staying?" he asked, looking at all of you.

"Yeeeeaaas!!" some of them drunk, some of them kind of drunk. None of them sober.

"But no heavy drinking! Be relatively quiet and pay attention to each other! I mean it!" he skimmed throught all of you, but his gaze stopped at you.

"You?"

"I think I'll go like a half an hour later."

"Come now, I'd like to speak with you."

"Sleep with you?" one of your classmate screamed at him, misunderstanding what he said.

"You shouldn't have any more, you're already drunk. I said speak." he said pointing at her. She was still giggling, probably wanting to get a reaction out of him, she didn't succeed. He remained as professional as ever.

"Be safe, guys. Look after each other. I meant it. Coming?" he looked at you.

"I guess." you looked at the others and somehow going with him didn't seem like a downgrade regarding company. I mean... a bunch of drunk 17 and 18 year-olds or him. Going with him was the reasonable choice.

"Why did you do that?" you pretend to question him.

"They are not your friends, I can tell. I didn't want you to stay with them." he said calmly. Now that you're alone with him, you can kind of tell he isn't totally sober either.

"How can you tell?"

"I'm a teacher darling, I know you all. I know which guy doesn't give his mother a flower on Mothers' Day and I know which girl isn't a virgin anymore. You all think you have loads of secrets but I've been doing this for 10 years. And let me tell you, you're hiding your little secrets very badly."

"Prove it." you know you shouldn't but you can't help but call him out on his bullshit.

"The girls who screamed 'SLEEEEEEEEEEP'? She hasn't slept with anyone. She's pretending to be a big girl so she can fit it with that company."

"Lucky guess." you roll your eyes. And let me tell you, that was a very loud eyeroll.

"312 is mine. Do you want to come in and talk?" he asks while looking for his keys in his pockets.

"Talk?"

"Talk, yes. You are exceptional at echoing what I say, sweetheart."

"Oh, shut up."

"Okay, you talk, then. Why are you so surprised?" he finally found his keys, his rattling on the quiet corridor was becoming nerve-racking. Or maybe the possibility that someone would see you, waiting for him to find his keys so you can go into his room. Either way, you're glad he found it.

"Ladies first." he lets you go in first, like a gentleman. You quickly scan the whole room, you don't want to seem like you're eager to see every little detail. But yioui're sort of disappointed. It's an ordinary room, just like yours except his suitcase by the bed.

"That you know a girl in your class haven't slept with anyone?" you sat down on the rogue chair, he sat down on the bed.

"And neither have you." he says it with that adorable but icredibly smug smile.

You look the other way. You feel ashamed, you feel almost betrayed. How can he say it like that?

"Thank you for reminding me. I really appreciate it." again. Another eyeroll.

"You’ve never been touched by a man. You’re completely pure. Why are you ashamed of that?"

"Because I'm not like them. I don't go to parties every weekend, I can't have sex with just anyone, I can't... I can't even kiss just anyone."

"Why?" he asked softly.

You shook your head, looking the other way and stared out of the window.

He stood up, plugging on the kettle, getting a mug from the cabinet. The way he was behaving seemed calming. You just watched him boil water, open a tea bag and

"Because it feels wrong."

You nod. At least he's not judging you for being weird. Well, being yourself. You pull your knees close to your chest, restinf your chin on your knee.

"Thank you for not judging."

"How could I judge you, my sweetheart, I was years older than you when I first slept with anybody?" he walks to you, handing you the mug. He looks at you like you put the stars on the sky.

"My mother, bless her, thought I was gay until I had my first girlfriend. Imagine that."

"You don't... I mean there's nothing wrong with looking gay, but you just don't."

"You can stay, but I'm going to have a shower."

"Okay. Do you mean it? Because I can go. I think I should go."

"As I said. You can stay. I promise, I'm not going to flash you."

You stay at your place, the chair by the table, as the sound of water cascading creates a soothing rhythm that envelops you in a sense of peace and contentment. It's like being wrapped in a warm embrace, comforting and reassuring, reminding you of the intimacy and closeness you long to share with him.

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marythegizka · 7 years

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Bodyswap AU - part 3 (part 1 here, part 2 there)

“What the hell is the Anthan 13 incident?” Aphra asked as they boarded the Ark Angel, a loud, resonant sound clanging inside her helmet as her head hit the cockpit’s doorframe. She made a mental note to bow a little next time.

“Nothing to concern you with. You do not have the time nor the patience to provide General Tagge with bedtime reading.”

Well, if the boss said so… she wasn’t going to object to that.

“Fine by me,” she said as she settled into the pilot’s seat – a task she soon realized took more effort than she had initially thought. It felt like trying to fit in a toddler’s chair. After a few contortions she leaned back in the seat, her two legs half-folded and squeezed against the dashboard and her shoulders sticking out on both sides of the backrest. The trip was going to be cramped.

Vader, for his part, was too busy re-enjoying the concept of leg space to even notice her struggling. Oh Force. Leg space. The notion had become rather foreign to him, and it wasn’t long before he found himself stretching to his full length and half-slumping is the copilot’s chair… until he realized Aphra had been staring and instantly sat upright, clearing his throat before he spoke.

“You may proceed with takeoff,” he instructed.

“Sure, I may. That’s still my ship,” she mumbled as she took hold of the yoke and began taking the ship out of the atmosphere. “So… where are we going?”

“We are heading for the Kuat system. Tagge will be awaiting me aboard the Executor.”

“Woohoo,” she all but yawned. “I’m dying to meet that guy. Sounds like the life of the party.”

“I was unaware of your passion for graphs and protocols.”

“Urgh… swell. And here I was afraid of getting bored.”

Aphra all but punched the coordinates into the computer and waited for the Ark Angel to respond. As soon as they’d made the jump into hyperspace, a low, prolonged growl filled the cockpit, and Aphra pricked up her ears to pinpoint the source of the noise.

“Hm. Either the hyperdrive is malfunctioning or…” she stopped as she noticed Vader’s look of embarrassment. “Or someone’s really hungry! Oh well. It’s snack time anyway. There’s some meiloorun in the food-safe,” she said, gesturing to the space underneath the control panel. “Help yourself.”

Vader took up the offer and pulled a large drawer from under the dashboard, revealing a fair supply of ration bars, two pulpy, bright orange fruits… and no small amount of Corellian ale. Now, was that really a surprise?

He picked one of the fruits and hesitantly brought it to his mouth, sinking his teeth into its sweet, watery flesh. The flavor was pleasing, the smell even more so. A bit too rich perhaps, but Vader didn’t give the barest hint of a damn. This was real, tasty, juicy food and he wasn’t about to nibble.

Aphra did her best to ignore the fruity, saccharine scent which, somehow, only grew stronger by the second – and that, in spite of the heavy mask her face was covered with. It was all so frustrating. She was groggy, tired and hurting, and Force was she hungry too.

“Do you… have a feeding hatch or something?” she hazarded, not really expecting the question to get her anywhere.

Vader’s eyebrows made a slight jump. This wasn’t a question he had been prepared for.

“I do not.”

Aphra hung her head slightly.

“Oh. Pity,” she said, maintaining an outward appearance of control while her whole body screamed for the food before her, its smell so pervading she could almost taste it. All she could do was look, unable to touch it, her hunger so intense it bordered on nausea.

“However,” Vader continued, “there are two tubes at the corners of your mouth. The left one is for feeding. Just… take a sip.”

Aphra began fumbling awkwardly for the straw. She would have been a sight to see, had the mask not been in the way. After making a few faces, she got a hold of the nozzle, took a swig… and winced at the taste.

“And you call that food?!” she exclaimed, surprised she had managed not to spit it all out.

Vader shrugged.

“You may have injections if you so desire. Occasional oral feeding remains required to prevent complications.”

“Hm… okay.” She leaned against the headrest and closed her eyes in an attempt to ease the headache that was building up. “No offense but your life feels like a hangover.”

“I trust your expertise in that field,” Vader said, casting a brief, yet telling glance at the bottles in the food safe.

“Well, thanks…” she grumbled, too tired to bother thinking of a comeback. She didn't elaborate on all the other discomforts that came with being trapped in Vader’s body, from that stiffness in her neck to that dull ache in her chest and in the middle of her limbs, to her skin that felt too thin in some places, too thick in others, and somewhat over-stretched each time she tried to move. In short, things could have been better. And all she wanted to do was sleep. Thankfully, the ability had not eluded her – she was still Aphra, after all. A loud, deep yawn escaped her mouth; the sounds began mingling and fading in the background, the incessant throbbing of her temples her only lullaby as she drifted off to sleep.

Aphra jerked awake and straightened up in her seat. She didn’t know how long she had been out; it had felt like a blink. The headache had not lessened a bit and the sight of the vortex outside the Ark Angel was already starting to make her feel dizzy. Before she got a chance to bring up the question of their whereabouts, the ship came out of hyperspace, emerging right in front of an imperial flotilla.

Her gaze was quickly caught by the gigantic, spear-shaped ship docked to the impressive scaffold in front of them, fighters and haulers swarming around it like a hive fussing around its queen.

“Holy k… I mean, most impressive,” she said, drawling her words a little.

“Indeed. And that is why I suggest you signal our position before…” he was cut short as Aphra suddenly swerved downwards, narrowly avoiding the torpedo that exploded inches away from the canopy. It had been an instinctual move – she hadn’t seen it coming – but she somehow doubted her ability to pull off that stunt again. Two TIEs darted their way on what she could have sworn was a near-collision course, and Aphra swerved right to dodge a salvo, flying the ship with one hand as she reached for the ship’s comm system.

“Stop shooting!” she yelled as she pressed the button. The mere sound of her voice seemed to freeze the whole scene. At first she was only met with eerie silence, the sizzle of the line and a stunned sense of fear – hers and theirs alike. Both TIEs stopped firing and flew past them in a beeline, carrying on their paths as if the two pilots had suddenly dropped dead. A few more seconds passed, loaded with dread and discomfort, then an officer’s face appeared on the holo. The man visibly gulped upon meeting her eye, opened his mouth as if to speak, and immediately closed it to gulp again.

“I presume you have an explanation for this?” she finally asked.

“I am truly sorry my Lord, we did not recognize your transponder codes and we assumed…”

“You assumed wrong,” she cut him short. “Have two TIEs escort us to the main hangar. I trust that is within your skillset?” she added with a hint of sarcasm.

“Y-Yes, my lord,” the man stuttered, “I’ll be sending them immediately.”

Aphra ended the call and turned to Vader, nervous and yet eager to assess her performance.

“How was I?”

“Lenient.”

>part 4

#long post #vadaphra #my fics #bodyswap AU #hope it wasn't too boring #i cut the end of the chapter because it was downright unpostable #i'll try to post it by the end of the summer #but now i'm going to sleeeeeeeeeep #have a good night everyone!

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