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Oh, if this isn’t the best thing I’ve seen today I don’t know what is!!! I love that you gave Kleya a black eye lol (Mon’s reading glasses… oh jfc) this is obviously FANTASTIC and I want everything!!! (Surprise! Surprise!!)

Monkleya - Teachers AU xD

1. Mon hates admitting it, but she needs reading glasses when she sits in the teachers�� lounge grading exams. The first time Kleya notices, she’s so distracted she ends up bumping into the nearest bookcase.

2. It is unfortunate enough being the new history teacher at Coruscant’s school for higher education and sporting a black eye, but Kleya forgets all about the humiliation when she spots Mon losing her battle with the brand-new printer. She points out all the buttons to press and earns a smile in return. One that threatens to distract her all over again.

3. Mon has never dated another teacher – especially not from the school where she’s the vice principal. Work is work, she likes to tell Vel, who rules the gym and lets herself be ruled by Cinta, the math teacher who manages to frighten even the most hardboiled students.

It’s all the more interesting, then, when Vel notices Mon catching up with the admittedly pretty new history teacher in the parking lot, her cheeks a darker shade of red than usual. Vel is too far away to catch their words, but she thinks she hears something about the stupid new printer and Mon’s everlasting gratitude.

Wait. Does the history girl have a black eye?

4. Cinta likes vice principal Mothma because she’s smart, dedicated and takes her job seriously. Sometimes she’s a bit tense, but that can’t be helped, at least according to Vel. The vice principal has principles, see. Cinta likes that about her, too.

So she isn’t sure if she isn’t just a little disappointed when she rounds the corner by the equipment shed near the lacrosse field and spots the vice principal and the admittedly pretty new history teacher (who, for whatever reason, is sporting a black eye) in an embrace that is many things but not at all professional.

After a moment, though, Cinta settles on pleased. She’s a math teacher, after all. If an equation works out, it works out. And this one, she thinks with a final glance, seems to work out rather well.

5. Principal Krennic hates this school. He hates the students, who are annoying, as all students are. He hates the teachers, who are worse, and who can’t be punished with bad grades. He hates the gym teacher who greets him with a raised eyebrow, and the math teacher who ignores him outright. He hates vice principal Mothma who declined his invitation to share lunch in the cafeteria. Work is work, she had said.

Fine. He’ll go on his own.

But when he walks into the cafeteria, he sees her at a table with the annoyingly pretty new history teacher who had the audacity to show up to class with a black eye. The vice principal doesn’t notice him. She’s put on a pair of reading glasses to study something on the table. He’s never seen her with them before, and he hates how good she looks. Distractingly good.

He– ouch. He’s walked straight into the serving counter. Stars explode in his vision as laughter ripples around him.

How he hates this school.

(No limits.)

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Let’s play a game. Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.

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Finally done and TBC HERE! (Sorry, I'm late once again!)

Picture it: Yavin. Mon and Kleya are tiptoeing around each other but nothing has happened yet. Even though Kleya stays in the cousins‘ cabin. One night though Mon comes back from a council’s meeting and can’t really turn her head any longer because some muscle in that beautiful long neck of hers got stuck (all those meetings and Bail really talks a lot). Kleya does NOT want to touch Mon (because she desperately wants to) but Mon seems to be in so much pain (even though she puts on a brave face) and Kleya just can’t bear it and what starts as a rather rough massage turns into …

This prompt was given to me in desperate times! And I appreciate it so much! I'm not done yet, because it seems to take a life of it's own, but have a little.. tidbit for now:

“What have you done now?”

Kleya figures it’s a very valid question until she sees Mon’s brows furrow, pronouncing the crease between them.

It’s been a few months since Kleya was dragged to this.. planet. This base is full of rebels, that is nothing but chaos and ill-structured attempts to strike back at the Empire, and just everything Kleya hates on principle.

On Yavin IV, things just seem to happen, and Kleya is unable to do anything about it. To prove that point, she looks down to where a squeaking bundle of three Loth-kittens, an entangled mix of orange, white, and brown, is somersaulting across their kitchen floor. Their newly elected leader, former Senator of the Imperial Senate, Mon Mothma, doesn’t seem to notice. But that could easily be because she can’t move her head down enough to spot them. But she must certainly be able to hear them.

Kleya finds it a little amusing that the former Senator believes she is stealthy enough that no one would notice her current predicament. Especially, Kleya herself.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Mon says a little haughtily, pulling out a chair from the only table in the living space and sitting down with a little too much care and way too stiffly.

It’s already late at night, and the council meeting has been going on for way longer than it was scheduled. Vel has already left for Cinta’s hours ago, and Kleya didn’t expect to see Mon at all this night. And it would have been so much easier if she hadn’t. Already dressed in her nightclothes, consisting of linen shorts, a dark blue sleeveless top and barefoot, Kleya is aware enough to know that certain emotions are coinciding with Mon’s presence.

She’s been aware for a while.

And it is most likely just to be expected that she’s starting to feel something for someone who is so.. caring and considerate as Mon is. Not to mention stunning.

Kleya tries not to think about the time when she came back to the cabin one day, clothes soaked to the bone as a water tank had burst while she was crossing the airfield. How she had stripped out of her top and pants in the middle of the living room without thinking twice about it, complaining about the ineptitude of the workers all the while. Doesn’t think about how Mon had stood at the kitchen sink, frozen in time, lips slightly parted, staring at her until her mug had dropped from her hand and shattered in the sink into a million pieces. How their eyes had met then, how Mon’s chest had heaved with a startled breath. They have been on the precipice of ~something ever since, and Kleya has been mindful to undress in private from then on. Nothing can ever come from this, and Kleya is not stupid enough to believe the leader of the rebellion would… would—.

She scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest, challenging. “Look at me then.”

TBC!

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#rebellions are built on hope alcohol consumption that makes the unbearable weight of a fascist regime somehow manageable 

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(Belated) WIP Wednesday

I got tagged by the brilliant @except4bunnies for WIP Wednesday. Thank you! (Even though, I'm late as always and it just reminds me of another fic I need to finish! xD)

Despite it not being Wednesday anymore (but I'd love to see a teaser for all the works) tagging @your-mind-is-your-might, @midnight-melancholiaaa, @aragornjinn and @twicesonnet, obviously no pressure.

Mon‘s smile is wide when she reaches out to grasp the flimsi with her thumb and forefinger. Kleya doesn’t let go, suggesting, “Do take a look at it.” “I will be sure to pass it to my accountant immediately,” Mon responds, though she has no intention of doing so, but feels unsettled by Kleya’s presence. When she attempts to pull the note from Kleya’s grasp with a little more effort, she notices that she's holding on so tightly that her knuckles turn white. Mon forces herself to shift her gaze from those slender fingers back to Kleya's stoic but alluring face. “This one needs your personal attention, I’m afraid”, Kleya bites out between clenched teeth, the pleasant facade cracking under the hard press of her jaw. Mon doesn’t know why she’s making it so hard for Kleya. Perhaps it stems from a bit of lingering resentment from being left alone after Kleya clenched and orgasmed around her fingers.

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Faye Marsay & Genevieve O'Reilly - "Andor" Season 2 Interview

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Every unhinged fic writer needs an equally unhinged friend who "yes ands" their ideas and encourages them to write all their most far fetched and insane stories.

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How can I have 28k of fics written and none of these are done yet. I should not be allowed to have any more ideas before I’m finished with the first one. How do people do this?

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Professional Curiosity by CaptainRivaini

I came across one (1) monkleya fic while looking for velcinta fics and this is the one that started it all~ Totally see it now but I would’ve never thought about this pairing otherwise, so tysm @cintasvel for your brilliant story!

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Picture it: Yavin. Mon and Kleya are tiptoeing around each other but nothing has happened yet. Even though Kleya stays in the cousins‘ cabin. One night though Mon comes back from a council’s meeting and can’t really turn her head any longer because some muscle in that beautiful long neck of hers got stuck (all those meetings and Bail really talks a lot). Kleya does NOT want to touch Mon (because she desperately wants to) but Mon seems to be in so much pain (even though she puts on a brave face) and Kleya just can’t bear it and what starts as a rather rough massage turns into …

This prompt was given to me in desperate times! And I appreciate it so much! I'm not done yet, because it seems to take a life of it's own, but have a little.. tidbit for now:

“What have you done now?”

Kleya figures it’s a very valid question until she sees Mon’s brows furrow, pronouncing the crease between them.

It’s been a few months since Kleya was dragged to this.. planet. This base is full of rebels, that is nothing but chaos and ill-structured attempts to strike back at the Empire, and just everything Kleya hates on principle.

On Yavin IV, things just seem to happen, and Kleya is unable to do anything about it. To prove that point, she looks down to where a squeaking bundle of three Loth-kittens, an entangled mix of orange, white, and brown, is somersaulting across their kitchen floor. Their newly elected leader, former Senator of the Imperial Senate, Mon Mothma, doesn’t seem to notice. But that could easily be because she can’t move her head down enough to spot them. But she must certainly be able to hear them.

Kleya finds it a little amusing that the former Senator believes she is stealthy enough that no one would notice her current predicament. Especially, Kleya herself.

“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Mon says a little haughtily, pulling out a chair from the only table in the living space and sitting down with a little too much care and way too stiffly.

It’s already late at night, and the council meeting has been going on for way longer than it was scheduled. Vel has already left for Cinta’s hours ago, and Kleya didn’t expect to see Mon at all this night. And it would have been so much easier if she hadn’t. Already dressed in her nightclothes, consisting of linen shorts, a dark blue sleeveless top and barefoot, Kleya is aware enough to know that certain emotions are coinciding with Mon’s presence.

She’s been aware for a while.

And it is most likely just to be expected that she’s starting to feel something for someone who is so.. caring and considerate as Mon is. Not to mention stunning.

Kleya tries not to think about the time when she came back to the cabin one day, clothes soaked to the bone as a water tank had burst while she was crossing the airfield. How she had stripped out of her top and pants in the middle of the living room without thinking twice about it, complaining about the ineptitude of the workers all the while. Doesn’t think about how Mon had stood at the kitchen sink, frozen in time, lips slightly parted, staring at her until her mug had dropped from her hand and shattered in the sink into a million pieces. How their eyes had met then, how Mon’s chest had heaved with a startled breath. They have been on the precipice of ~something ever since, and Kleya has been mindful to undress in private from then on. Nothing can ever come from this, and Kleya is not stupid enough to believe the leader of the rebellion would… would—.

She scoffs, crossing her arms in front of her chest, challenging. “Look at me then.”

TBC!

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Genevieve O'Reilly in Andor S02 episodes 4+6

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Another day, another poll!

(Edit: for people with ideas: LEAVE THEM IN THE NOTES FOR WRITERS TO PICK UP!)

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(opening the author’s works page after finishing a fic) and if im lucky they’ll have written this exact same fic but different a bunch more times

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Kleya Marki in Andor 2.10 Make It Stop

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GENEVIEVE O'REILLY 𝒂𝒔 MON MOTHMA | Andor: A Star Wars Story Season 2 Episode 2 — Sagrona Teema

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ANDOR (2022–2025) 2.03: HARVEST

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Elizabeth Dulau in Andor S02E12