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ivyroseposin · 2 years ago

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The Kiss At The Satanic Bridge, A Terzo, Papaiii Emeritus Fan Fiction

Papa III and Reader

Summary: Terzo gets bored at his own party that results in them escaping the partying and spending time with eachother at the Satanic Bridge..

Little bit of smut

Around 3K words

Every sunday at 8pm a party was held at the ministry. A loud one. Filled with music, laughter, drinks and the creepy escape from the world we know best. Every Sunday I was invited. I mean every single Sunday since Terzo was promoted to papa. His elder brother secondo parties were just as insane but from what I could tell within those parties is he preferred most of the party goers to be woman then man however for Terzo it was a mix of both.

“You made it” Ann who was also a frequent parties and my best friend chimed in from beside me. “Oh god if I don't come Terzo may have my head and I simply don't have time for that” I laughed grabbing a drink off the tray. “I would kill to see that” She nudged my shoulder. “Of course you would but you would also kill to see Secondo naked in which I am terrified that you will actually kill someone to see him naked” I said before downing my drink that I thought was wine but turned to be some sort of rum that burned my throat. “Why must he put rum in a champagne glass is he trying to get people drunk” I grumbled.

I took a look around the room watching as people filled the room dancing and having the time of their lives. On the outer parts people were making out aggressively I might add. Some pushing others to a wall and others getting on top of each other on a couch. Pretty sure everyone at this moment was drunk which was entertaining in itself.

“Are you listening it’s Secondo” Ann nudged me till I was looking over on the balcony to see he was in fact there “talk to him then huh” I nudged her back. “And stop drinking last thing you need is drunk Ann talking to the whore of that man” I snickered grabbing the drink from her hands. “I'm not bad drunk just a little out of control is all” She reached to grab the glass from my hand but failed miserably. “No but go have fun with him or whatever I'm gonna go find Terzo god forbid this man is somewhere in the middle of this place dancing his life away” I said pushing her into the pit of people that she would have to go through or well kill through to get her night and shining devil. I don't know what she saw in Secondo. Terzo I would understand but secondo don't get it.

“Where are you darling’ I whispered to myself drinking the last of what was in Ann's cup. “Should have a damn tracker on you” I hissed walking around pushing people of my way. The smell of sweat and lust filled the air it was nauseating.

“Where are you my love” Talking to myself again. He knows I only go to parties when he was there and he knows I would have his head if I showed up and he was just gone. He did it a few years ago when his elder brother was papa he invited to the party and promised he would be there when I got there spent hours only to find out he was out with god knows who.

“Looking for Terzo” Omega turned the corner scaring the absolute shit out of me. “A warning next time would be nice and yes where is he” I asked looking behind him just to see more Ghouls and girls. “In his father office” He replied placing his arm around me pulling me in. “smooth Omega very smooth” I chuckled bending down leaving his grip. “A shame” He chuckled walking past me along with the rest of the ghouls “yeah yeah” I waved my hand at him.

“Excuse me” I said pushing through a bunch of people trying to get to his father office. Everyone was to drunk to care and to drunk to even try to be nice. It was like moving a bunch of dead weight awake people its very exhausting. “Will you move” I huffed pushing past the last part of people till I was left in the empty hall leading to the office. “Terzoo” I hummed. I looked head and sure enough the door to the office was close which was often rare even when hard work was happening always opened.

I knocked on the door a few too many annoying times then just stand with my arms crossed waiting for the locked door to open. “Terzo I swear to god if you dont ope- my darling you made it to the party” Terzo opened the door his face appearing ever so slightly. “Yeah you were no where to be found” I hissed pushing the door opened. “Ah an all make up type of party interesting” I stared at the make up he did on his face and how perfect it was it was always perfect. “Your late” he whispered as I walk pasted him turning around. “Not late just needed more time to get ready” I leaned against the desk looking around at the office that seemed to change every now and then. “So late then” He did his infamous laugh takin the spot next to me.

“Why you not out in the party you know dancing with girls dancing wit the men dancing with omegaaaaa” I hummed leaning my head down on his shoulder. “Todays party is a bore” He replied swiping his hair from his face. “Your calling your own party boring your the one who uhh planned the damn party” I said lifting my head back to him meet his eyes. That's what got the girls was those damn eyes. Always his damn eyes. “Ah is my eyes stealing you again my love” He smirked leaning closer into me.

“Oh shut up but seriously your own party and your in a boring office doing nothing that's a bore” I said. I pushed myself off the desk and walking towards the middle of the room. Staring at photos of the papas together and a photo of Terzo his second day as Papa. “What do you do when a party goes to a bore” I heard him ask from behind me. “I don't get up and personal behind someone” I turned around seeing he was only inches away from me. “But if the party is a bore and for some reason still very lively then I make a quiet exit and go do something else but parties are never a bore so I wouldn't know” I answered pushing the strand away from his face. “Your hair is a mess”.

“It wouldn't work this morning” He grumbled smoothing down his hair. “As always you say” I chuckled. I turned around making my way towards the door. This office was just as boring as Terzo called the party and I wasn't going to waste my night in here. “Leave me so soon” He whispered. “The party is quite fun and this office is quite a bore” I replied turning the handle of the door. “Goodnight Terzo” I hummed leaving the office. The loud music filled the halls and soon people were to. They always invited way more people then they should but as the saying goes and everyone is this troubled family the more the merrier.

“Take me somewhere when the party is a bore” Terzo said grabbing ahold of my waist pulling me in close. “But i wanna party” I whispered trying to leave his grip. “Darling you will get bored after an hour and come crawling back to me drunk and wanting to leave” He whispered pulling me in closer then before. “Ok I dont crawl back I stumble back maybe if you dont put RUM in a champagne glass I would be stumbling seriously theres like three shots of rum in each glass Terzo” I explained still trying to leave his grip but was so strong for me and I was just to lazy to try to fight.

“I don't want them knowing I’m gone” He whispered pulling me down a hall and then another hall till we were out the ministry and into the dark. “So much for getting drunk” I groaned staring up at the night sky filled with bright stars and a half moon. “I got that covered my love” I turned around staring at two bottles of wine. “How did you manage to grab those will holding me and when I wasn't looking” I asked, taking one from his hand “Magic” he sung waving his hands in the air. “Yeah yeah” I shook my head opening the bottle of wine and taking a chug. “Easy my love don't want to carry your stumble self around” He took the bottle wine also taking a chug from it. “You take me away from the party I get to get drunk off wine” I took the bottle back hugging it. He rolled his eyes while chuckling. He hated me at times but he wouldn't dare let me go.

“So take me my love” He grabbed my hand placing a kiss. “Stop with the dramatics oh dear” I chuckled grabbing ahold of his hand. “Thought I would have to convince you more my apologies” He replied squeezing my hand tight.

So we walked. This were a few places I would go when I was bored and needed a laugh or needed silence but today we needed a laugh and just to have some fun and lucky for me I knew a place a place they he may just steal from me. “You wont kill me will you” He asked as he twirled me around. “Uhh not sure yet have to see when we get there” I replied once again leaning my head down on him. “I brought the wine that should save me” He held up the other bottle that was yet to be opened. “Ok ok your saved” I chuckled taking another sip from the bottle. “Hold this and give me the other” We switched bottle and I was now stuck with the unopened as he drank from the opened one.

“How far till we get to wherever were going” He asked pulling me in closer then before. “Close my love” I tried but miserably failed at mocking his voice. “That was awful” He laughed. “Ok turn down here” I pointed to a very dark forest. “This is my worst nightmare” he whispered. “Shh you'll be fine but we have to walk through the trees” I explained changing our path so we were in fact walking in the middle of the forest instead of the path. “Why not the path” He asked. “They can't see us” I explained as I fastened our pace till we got sight of a bridge brightly lighten up.

“Sit sit” I whispered siting on a log. “I am so confused” he whispered sitting up next to me. “I don't know when this started but a group of like 14 year olds they come down to this bridge and they draw satanic stuff all along the concrete of the bridge and then they will do a horrible time doing satanic stuff its not really satanic its just young kids who don't do their research and its the funniest thing” I explained. “You sound as if you are a stalker” He whispered. “I am not I am just someone who was trying to go for a smoke and ended up seeing kids doing creepy funny stuff”. I took the bottle from his hands taking another chug, At this point he took the unopened one and opened it up.

The forest filled with the sounds of bugs and the odd frog croaking. It was fun watching Terzo be confused and not knowing what was going to happen. He was someone who always remind me of a person wanting to be in control and today at this moment he was not I was or at least I kinda was. “You look at me a lot” He stared into my eyes moving a strand of hair away from my face. “I forgot that your decent looking” I smiled leaning closer. “Also reminds me of how much of a whore you are” I leaned closer. He stared into my eyes then down to my lips. He really was just a whore. “Do not tease me” He whispered inching closer. “But it is so very fun my love” I whispered and so we sat near inches apart one more move and everything I fought so hard to not happen would happen and in this moment I would be ok with it. Till the loud noises of kids filled the forest. I was hoping they would be late.. I was wrong.

“The satanic kids’ I whispered looking over. Sure enough they all had their markers and spray paint and all started to draw all types of things on the concrete. “There is so many” He whispered. “What are they drawing” he leaned in closer trying to catch a look. “The kid on the right with the red shirt he draws the devil with some sort of quote under. The girl beside him will draw the upside cross and the girl on the furthest left she will open a book and start chanting some weird stuff and the guy next to her he will draw a dick on the ground” I explained. Terzo looked back over at me baffled by how much I knew about the group. “Why a dick” He asked staring back at the group. “Why not dicks are fun” I replied. He turned back and just stared at me. “That is a true statement” He smirked.

So we watched. The group of kids just having fun doing a not so satanic stuff. Terzo loved each and every part of it. As much as I hoped to be at a party drinking my life away sitting here with Terzo watching a group of people doing stupid stuff was just as great.

“What the hell is she doing” He asked chugging the rest of the one bottle of wine. “She is going to cloak on the guys and say a bible verse” I explained. “Oh hell” He chuckled and it was true one of the boys got on his knees and the gal who drew the upside down cross placed the cloak over his head and she read a verse. They were not as loud as usually but we could hear the world hell a few many times.

Just like that as fast as they came they left and the loud bridge was now once again filled with silence. “That was the weirdest thing I've seen in a long time” He said. “Yeah I have no idea where they got their research from hopefully they don't fail school” I replied standing up. “Comee” I grabbed his hand pulling him up. “Seeing what they write before it gets cleaned up”. I pulled him down towards the bridge.

“Theres the dick” Terzo stared down at the ground. “It bigger then usual” I mumbled. Terzo looked up at me once again the back down. “Look look” I pointed over to the bridge that was filled with new drawings. “Oh wow” He walked closer staring at each one. “This is such a confusing but lovely thing” he mumbled crouching down looking at the rest. “The devil drawer is damn near good at drawing” I pointed. Terzo looked up tracing the line with his fingers. “Should hire the kids” He chuckled standing back up. “Oh yeah so my friend stalks you on your random satanic things and she brought me along to stalk you and it seems you guys are talents you should join our satanic church” I explained.

“I would make it sound less creepy” he said shaking his head. I leaned against the concrete wall staring up at the moth that was flying around the light.

The cool breeze of the wind went through the forest luckily it wasn't that cold and the breeze felt good rather then making me want to run for warmth.

“Aha a half a bottle of wine left” Terzo said who was walking back out of the trees. “How did you move so quickly” I laughed taking the bottle from his hands. “A perk” He winked walking closer to me. “A whore” I whispered taking a chug. “I can agree to that” He said with a small smile formed to his lips. ““Ah is my eyes stealing you again my love” I asked taking another chug. “Yes my love” He whispered stepping closer. He took the bottle from my hands chugging almost the rest. “Heyy” I grabbed the bottle drinking what was left of it. “Then there was no wine” he whispered taking the bottle from my hands and placing it on the ground. “Probably should have grabbed the third” I said staring back up at the moth near the light.

I felt Terzo closer to me like on the log where we sat. I hoped we would forget. I was wrong. I seem to be wrong about a lot of things today.

“Why must you be so close” I looked down at him and he was in fact only inches apart from me. “Cause your a tease” he whispered staring into my eyes. “I think your just a horny whore” I replied staring into his eyes. God his eyes.

A strand of his hair fallen to the middle of his face once again. I raised his hand moving the strand out of his face. My hand slid down to his cheek. I touched his lips as my hand slid down his neck to the collar of his shirt. “A whore you call me” he whispered placing his hand onto my leg and sliding up my thigh pulling up my dress. “Mhm” I replied. He slid his hand up my waist up to my chest then to my neck. He then slid his hand down to the middle of my dress pulling it down ever so slightly.

Still holding his collar I gave up to whatever stopped me. I no longer cared and no longer wanted to stop what would happen even on the satanic bridge. I pulled his body close leaning into his lips. His free hand hugged my waist closing whatever space was left. His kissed me letting go of the dress and grabbing ahold of my ass griping it tightly. Soft moans left our lips. He pulled away staring at me then down at my body before looking back up at me. “A tease” He whispered. I leaned in kissing his lips my free hand sliding down unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt.

He pushed me against the wall letting go of my body. Soon I would feel his bare hands on my thigh and neck. His lips from mine down to my neck. His shirt was now full off exposing his chest. I slid my hand into his shirt pulling him close.I have no idea what I was doing and at much as he knew what to do we both whores that had no idea this would happen.

At his lips slide back up to my lips biting my lip footsteps filled the trail. Terzo pulled away with a groan. “Who” I whispered looking over to see none other then his ghouls. “I may just behead them” He shook his head looking back at me. He leaned in kissing my lips once more. “Papa your needed back” Omega said while clearing his throat. “Yeah yeah” he huffed buttoning up his shirt and placing his gloves back on. “Alpha make sure she gets home” Terzo said as he walked past the ghouls. “Yes sir” Alpha whispered as the rest followed behind Terzo.

“Alpha how was your night” I ask adjusting my dress. “Not as good as yours Ma'am” he chuckled as I walked up beside him. “Nothing was happening” I said. “You have black make up on your neck and on your lips” he answered. “Get me home Alpha” I chuckled. “Yes Ma’am”.

So much for that..

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It's not my best work, Simply a story for warm up

-- Ivy

#terzo fanfic #papa iii #papa terzo #fanfic #ghost band #terzo x reader #terzo emeritus #papa emeritus iii #ghost bc #ghost band fanfic

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cyborg-franky · 4 years ago

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Stranded Part 2

Law x gn reader Adult themes/ currently no smut Part 2 Word Count: 1083

In which Law is this close to ending you.

Stranded p 2

It seemed glaring at the ceiling in your room wasn’t curing the current predicament your drunken libido had placed you in. Your stomach growled at you and your head still throbbed, you sighed, turning your attention to the boring looking clock on your wall. The lanky piss stain with the ego the size of the grandline had mentioned dinner was at six, right? You managed to peel yourself away from the bed and stand.

Looking at the collection of white clothes you’d thrown on the floor like a petulant child having a temper tantrum you shifted through and picked up one of the boiler suits. Grumbling to yourself you got dressed, still wearing the lent, now stolen T-shirt, wrapping the boiler suit arms around your waist you left the room. Remembering his directions down to the mess hall.

The ship had been so quite up until this point when you could hear boisterous laughing, the clinking of cups and clatter of plates. You took a breath, stood behind the door, nervousness washed over your entire being. Men were just as big a gossip as woman and no doubt word of your arrival and why had spread around the crew.

This wasn’t a walk of shame this was a performance piece on your dishonour. You grit your teeth so hard they ached. Trying to force yourself to face your problems head on, you placed the palm of your hand on the door before you finally pushed your pride aside, after all it was too late for that, you pushed open the door.

Thankfully, everyone was far too busy in their merriment to even glance at the door opening. You looked around, big pots and pans on a counter containing food at the edge of the room, barrels of rum next to that, a few of the men clad in the same white outfit you wore pouring themselves drinks. Long tables with benches either side in the middle of the room, everyone seemed to be having a good time, maybe this wasn’t the worst pirate crew you could have joined.

Sat at the head of one of the tables sat your captain next to a, was that a polar bear? You guessed in a world of Gods and powers that didn’t surprise you all that much, just that it got to wear orange instead. You shrugged, stepping into the room about to head towards the admittedly nice smelling food.

“Oh hey!” That voice, you snapped your attention to the stocky man with orange hair.

“Fucking oh hey me you ass!” Shachi blinked at your less then friendly greeting as you bridged the gap between you both, hands balled into fists, and you sprang forward.

The heart pirate squawked when your fist connected with his cheek, you were far from strong but it was still a mean right hook, enough for the red head to stumble back and gawk at you wide eyed. “Why didn’t you tell me you’d be setting off! You don’t just hook up with someone and not tell them that” you hissed; you can’t remember a time you’d been this angry at someone. “Or at least woke me up before you left!”

You advanced on him again, about to grab him by the scruff of his neck and shake some sense into the ridiculous looking man, had you really been drunk enough that this idiot had charmed you into bed? You paused when the area around you both turned blue.

“Room”

You yelped when your body seemed to move by itself, everything flashed suddenly and you were now sat on one of the long benches, half eaten food in front of you. You blinked, looking side to side and then saw Law, he had one eye closed as he regarded you with an annoyed expression, his hand still outstretched. Well, that was clearly the work of a devil fruit. The dizzying feel of being transported in such a way wasn’t enough to quill the anger in your soul as you relocated your target from across the room. Grabbing a handful of food from the plate in front of you, you went to fling it with reckless abandon before the captain grabbed your wrist firmly.

“We don’t fight each other on this crew, and we certainly don’t act like a child” Law tut at you, he actually tutted at you.

“Bu-but I- he- he – tha-“He shook his head, shaking your wrist so you dropped the handful of potato. “I told you, I will have words with him too” Law let go of you when you settled back down in your seat.

After seeing the display of his power moments ago you decided you weren’t in a rush to find out what else he could do. You glared daggers across the room at the man who was now being made fun of by his friends for almost having his ass kicked by a civilian.

“I hope I don’t have to put you in your place, I’m a civil man” He raised an eyebrow at you waiting for a reaction. “No, that’s not necessary, mother” One of the crew next to you spat his drink back into his cup trying to disguise a laugh.

You guessed no one really talked to Trafalgar Law like that. You felt pleased with yourself until you noticed the way he narrowed his eyes at you, the smirk still on his face but his lips had twitched, did he just hide behind that condensing look?

Deciding it was the safest course of action you excused yourself, grabbing a bowl of stew and a bread roll thinking it was best you ate by yourself tonight. It hadn’t solved your problem by any means but getting to smack Shachi in the face did in fact make you feel better.

Whoever said violence wasn’t the answer was clearly not a scorned lover.

Law drummed his fingers on the table, looking over the food in front of him, scowling, It had been a long time since someone had showed him any disrespect, maybe you just hadn’t heard of his reputation. Maybe you were just that stupid. Law wasn’t sure but it had irked him.

Up until that moment he thought you nothing more than a dumb nobody but now he thought maybe you were going to be a bigger pain in his ass. He shrugged his shoulders, you needed to drop the attitude and prove your value sooner than later..

#stranded #trafalgar law x reader #gn reader #one piece reader insert #one piece x reader #one piece law x reader

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suite43 · 4 years ago

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PS Neither the egg fic nor the vegan freak have anything to do with M/gastar before you try it. That's all pure Starscream stanning, baby. And one of them is St/rop, the supposedly ""good""" ship LOL.

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intelligent computer DNAVI, female Cybertronian intelligent computer Medusa, an Intruder-built robot modified with Cybertronian technology Robots in Disguise (2001) (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Optimus Prime[2] (1) Nightcruz[1] (3) Scourge[2] (2) Half-qualifiers: T-AI, female Cybertronian intelligent computer. Unicron Trilogy (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Airazor (5) Arcee (9) Autobot nurses (10) Two Velocitronian band members (11-12) Override[4] (13) Joyride[4] (15) Quickslinger (16) Crystal Widow (24) Treadbolt (33) Chromia (34) Thunderblast (14) Spacewarp (30) Sureshock (1) Combusta (2) Falcia (3) Twirl (4) Sunburn (6) Cliffjumper[1] (7) Ironhide[1] (8) Spiral[1] (9) Offshoot[1] (17) Breakage[1] (18) Kickflip[1] (19) Mudbath[1] (20) Heavy Metal[1] (21) "Disco ball" (22) Road Rebel[1] (23) Guardian Speed[1] (25) Mugen[1] (26) Bingo/Triac[1] (27) Wedge Shape[1] (28) Sprite (29) Boom Tube (31) Windrazor (32) Rán (33) Half-qualifiers: A possible scooterformer Dark Nitro Convoy, evil clone of a character whose gender was switched in translation Red Alert, minimally-altered release of a toy that was female in Japan Midnight Express, unaltered release of a toy that was female in Japan Hourglass, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Bombshell, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Carillon, a female character who might be a Cybertronian Vector Prime, the former multiversal entity who was female in some universes Movie continuity family (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Arcee (1) Elita-One (2) Chromia (4) Perihelion (8) HMS Alliance (9) Windblade (13) Fracture (3) Alice (5) Shadow Striker (6) Override[3] (7) Diabla (10) Howlback (11) Shatter (12) Nightbird Airazor Half-qualifiersJetfire claims to have a mother who may or may not have been a Transformer. Animated (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Sari Sumdac (2) Arcee (3) Elita-1 (4) Red Alert (6) Botanica (8) Flareup (10) Rosanna (11) Glyph (12) Lickety-Split (13) Lightbright (14) Chromia (16) Clipper (17) Quickslinger (18) Kappa Supreme (19) Override Prime (20) Windy (21) Road Rage (25) Flashpoint (26) Minerva (27) Sureshock (28) Nightbeat (29) Sunstreaker (30) Blackarachnia (1) Slipstream (5) Strika (7) Flip Sides (9) Antagony (15) Wingthing (22) Beta (23) Drag Strip (24) Half-qualifiers: Teletran-1, female Cybertronian intelligent computer TransTech (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Blackarachnia (5) Strika (3) Unnamed medic (1) Andromeda (2) Cyclis (4) Sonar (6) Hammerstrike (7) Scorpia (8) Proxima (9) Half-qualifiers: Axiom Nexus News Editor, a 'bot with one male and one female personality Shattered Glass (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Crasher (1) Esmeral (6) Howlback (7) Arcee (2) Andromeda (3) Elita-One (4) Strongarm (8) Windblade (9) Nautica (10) Beta (5) Half-qualifiers: Teletraan-X, female Cybertronian intelligent computer. Aligned continuity family (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Akiba Prime Arc Arcee Arcee Blade Assault Star Brushfire Cameo Catapult Chevalier Chromia Deep Blue Ether Walker Firestar Galaxy Flare Galaxy 'Questrian Glow Matronly Docent Quickshadow Rocket Plume Solus Prime Strongarm Tempest Spin Thunderclap Upkeep Windblade Airachnid Astraea Aurora Speeder Balewing Coldstar Crimson Phantom Cyberwarp Cyclone Dancer Diabla Duststorm Fallen Angel Filch Flamewar Flash Runner Glowstrike Hoverbolt Helter-Skelter Hurricane Hunter Ida Lensflare Metal Thunder Nebula Ripper Night Dancer Overhead Retrofit Rollcage Scatterspike Skyjack Slink Slipstream Spiral Zealot Supernova Flame Variable Star Void Pulse Zizza Ser-Ket Ripclaw Azimuth Cogwheel Elita One Mercury Moonracer Nightra Override Bot Shots (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Buzzclaw (1) Kre-O (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Chromia (1) Arcee (3) Strika (4) Minerva (5) Windblade (6) Paradron Medic (10) Strongarm (12) Skimmer[1] (13) Airachnid (2) Thunderblast (7) Blackarachnia (8) Slipstrike (9) Ida (11) Liftoff[1] (14) Freefall[1] (15) Angry Birds Transformers (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Stella as:Arcee

(1) Airachnid (2) Chromia (4) Novastar (10) Moonracer (11) Greenlight (12) Silver as:Windblade (3) Energon Windblade (5) Elita-One (8) Matilda as:Energon Nautica (6) Nautica (7) Strongarm (9) Zeta as:Nightbird (13) Rosanna (15) Zeta as:Slipstream (14) Cyberverse (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Arcee Chromia Clobber Jazz[3] Windblade Alpha Strike Nova Storm Shadow Striker Skywarp Slipstream Blackarachnia Cosmos Operatus Solus Prime Half-qualifiers: In the Japanese dub of Cyberverse, Thrust was female, and went by the name Red Wing. Acid Storm fluctuates between the male and female Seeker body types in show. Mae Catt would explain this on Twitter as this being "just something Acid Storm likes to do" and that pronouns are "up to Acid Storm". This would imply Acid Storm is non-binary gender fluid, thus they semi-qualify for the list. BotBots (Numbers indicate order of appearance.) Aday Angry Cheese Arctic Guzzlerush Bankshot Big Cantuna Bok Bok Bok-O Bonz-Eye Bot-T-Builder Bottocorrect Bratworst Brock Head Chef Nada Clawsome Crabby Grabby Cuddletooth Dingledeedoo Disaster Master Disgusto Desserto DJ Fudgey Fresh Doctor Flicker Drama Sauce Drillit Yaself Face Ace Fail Polish Fit Ness Monster Flare Devil Flood Jug Fomo Frohawk Frostfetti Frostyface Glam Glare Fancy Flare Glitch Face Goggly Spy P.I. Gold Dexter Goldface Goldiebites Goldie Terrortwirl Goldito Favrito Goldpin Baller Gold Punch Grampiano Grandma Crinkles Grave Rave The Great Mumbo Bumblo Greeny Rex Grrr'illa Grimes Halloween Knight Handy Dandy Hashtagz Hawt Diggity Hawt Mess Highroller Hiptoast Ice Sight Javasaurus Rex Jet Setter Knotzel Latte Spice Whirl Leafmeat Alone Loadoutsky Lolly Licks Lolly Mints Miss Mixed Movie Munchster Ms. Take Must Turd Nanny McBag Nomaste Nope Soap Ol' Tic Toc Ollie Bite Outta Order Overpack Pop N. Lock Pop O' Gold Pressure Punk Professor Scope Rebugnant Roarista Sandy Shades Scribby Sheriff Sugarfeet Shifty Gifty Sippyberry Sippy Slurps Skippy Dippy Disc Slappyhappy Smooth Shaker Smore N' More Sour Wing Starscope Sticky McGee Sugar Saddle Super Bubs Sweet Cheat Technotic Sonic Terror Tale Torch Tidy Trunksky Tricitrustops Tropic Guzzlerush Tutu Puffz Twerple Burple Unilla Icequeencone Venus Frogtrap Vigitente Waddlepop Wasabi Breath Whirlderful Whoopsie Cushion Wristocrat

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DESIGN MATRIX

CHARACTERS:

Physical characters:

Alannah Devlin

Fianna Devlin

Da - Peter

British solider

Mentioned characters not necessarily seen:

Mammy

Father Kearney

Maggie

CHARACTER CHANGES:

Alannah Devlin ( Early thirties)

Fianna Devlin ( Late twenties )

Peter “DA” Devlin ( Mid-fifties)

British soldier ( Mid-twenties )

Crocodile - Da

ALANNAH -

Clean (OCD tendencies), innocent (unsure, on edge), quite, polite.

Smokes secretly

Shuts down gets panicked from the fire alarm

Becomes fed up with Fianna

Over thinks which can be seen by her story about the lyrics from Africa by Toto

Becomes more and more agitated and uneasy

Alannah becomes transfixed by chaos

Loosens up which is seen as she takes swig from the bottle Fianna was drinking

Eats the chips off of the ground

Starts to drink more and smoke without trying to hide it

Stabs DA (character shift) - this is the turning point for Alannah and how she breaks out of the innocent, quite and polite shell she was living in

Becomes wildly drunk

Changes completely from who she was at the start as she now wishes pain on DA when before she was too afraid

FIANNA -

Aggressive behaviour from the beginning

Forward and confronting “i’m not gonna hurt ya, i’m just gonna bash your face in”

Expressive of her emotions

Fianna switches from chaotic character to being the character with their head screwed on when Alannah becomes erratic

DA -

Paralysed

Gunshot wounded

Bleeding out fast

Bossy

Rude

Controlling

Becomes legless after Alannah saws his legs off

Non responsive

Manipulative

COSTUMES:

ALANNAH -

Hair in Scrawny little bun

Puts a pair of marigolds on

Becomes covered in Da’s blood

FIANNA -

Wreath around neck

Dirty boots

Tattoos

Leather

Big hair

Denim

Gun

Cigarettes

Becomes covered in Da’s blood

LAYOUT OF SET:

Isolated farmhouse - refurbished in 70’s-80’s

Cream laminate cabinets, wooden table matching chairs, pale tiles, modest stove

Stage left door to outside world, with a small telephone table and mirror hanging above

Downstage right staircase and hallway covered by curtain

Upstairs over the sink, large window that stares out to darkness

Uncomfortably clean

Muggy

Shiny worktop

New wallpaper

Pristine

Toilet down the hall

Everything within the cupboards is colour coded

No bin inside

Chair that Da is sat on

Candles scattered across the room

PROPS AND USES:

Rock thrown through window

Stove - Alannah cleans it precisely and intensely

Eight packets of crisps which are referred to as sad crisps

Incense is lit becomes extinguished by Fianna

Rock smashes window (page 40)

Alannah slices bread - burns it

Gun in Fiannas pocket

Cigarettes DA rolls

Bottle of rum in wine glass

Alannah tops up drink, slices apple

Telephone - Alannah picks up, pauses, puts it down

Pipe on the table

Fianna has a chainsaw

Alannah drinks rum from the bottle

Alannah puts pot on stove

Fianna plays banjo

Fridge freezer stores a CD

Knife used to stab Da

Coin (heads + tails)

Glass of cold water (To revive DA)

SLK riffle at Alannah's head

Petrol bomb

LIGHTING:

Night (dark) - act 1

Occasional search light outside - Act 1

Weather begins to get worse, begins to get even darker

Cloudy weather outside

Light flickers - Page 76

Light flickers - Page 80

Light flickers - Page 88

Black out

Candle light

Candles go out

Flash of light - Page 114

Black out - End

MEDIA REFERENCES:

Thunder crackling (Act one)

Helicopter sounds over head

Frog croak

“Some say the Devil is Dead” The Wolfe Tones

Window smash

The Shining

The Poltergeist

Fire alarm

Frog croaks again pg 51

Flush of toilet

Knocking from upstairs pg 57

Africa by ToTo plays pg 60

Both Fianna and Alannah sing

Music volume increases (come on feel the noize by quiet room plays)

Roof hammers

A gunshot pg 72

Water splashes onto floor

Telephone rings

Frog croak pg 75

Thundercloud breaks“Africa” TOTO

Turns of music

“You’ll never get away from me” by Tony Bennett plays

Turns music off

Storm raging on

Demented noise, from “Alligator wine” by screaming Jay Hawkins

Carrie

“O-O-H child” The Five Stair steps

Noises upstairs, noise upstairs stops

Pan smashes to the floor

Soldiers radio, speech and the static

Thud from upstairs, house shakes

Crackling on radioHouse shudders

Blood dripping

Predatorily breathing

Female screen from cassette player, scream melts away

Helicopter sounds overhead

Frog croaks

Chainsaw

EXTERNAL REFERENCES:

Set rural Camlough, south armagh northern Ireland 1989

Tayto Cheese and Onion crips

Superking Menthol Cigarettes

Ireland

Bible verses

Paras

G&T

The Clangers

Jay Hawkins

Armagh Jail

Newry canal

Chinless wonders

Armagh

Rachel O’Briain

Rachel Devlin

A Nightmare On Elm Street

Quiet Riot

Bible verses

Asmat tribe

Leviathan crocodiles

One Eyed Willie

Billy Connolly

IRA

Colossians: chapter three, verses twenty-two

Hitler

Bible verses/prayers

Children of the Corn

Brits

South Armagh, North Ireland

Corinthians: Chapter Eleven, Verse Eight

Empress Jaro

Psalms

MUSICAL REFERENCES:

The first song mentioned it Africa by TOTO. "Africa" is a song recorded by the American rock band Toto in 1981, for their fourth studio album Toto IV, and released as the album's third single on September 30, 1982, through Columbia Records. The song was written by band members David Paich and Jeff Porcaro.

Lyrics:

I hear the drums echoing tonight But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation She's coming in, 12:30 flight Her moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation I stopped an old man along the way Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies He turned to me as if to say "Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you" [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had [Verse 2: David Paich] The wild dogs cry out in the night As they grow restless longing for some solitary company I know that I must do what's right As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti I seek to cure what's deep inside Frightened of this thing that I've become [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had [Bridge] Hurry boy, she's waiting there for you [Chorus: Bobby Kimball] It's gonna take a lot to drag me away from you There's nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa I bless the rains down in Africa Gonna take some time to do the things we never had

The second song to be mentioned in the play is Cum on feel the noize by Quiet Riot. Quiet Riot is an American heavy metal band founded in 1973 by guitarist Randy Rhoads and bassist Kelly Garni. The band is ranked at No. 100 on VH1's 100 Greatest Artists of Hard Rock

Lyrics:

[Chorus] Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild [Verse 1] So you think I got an evil mind I tell you, honey I don't know why I don't know why So you think my singing's out of time It makes me money I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, oh no [Chorus] So come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Baby! [Verse 2] So you say I got a funny face I got no worries And I don't know why I don't know why Oh I gotta sing, it's some disgrace I'm in no hurry And I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, no, no, no [Chorus] Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild, baby Come on! [Guitar solo] [Verse 3] Well, you think we have a lazy time You should know better I don't know why I don't know why So you say I got a dirty mind I'm a mean go-getter I don't know why I don't know why Anymore, oh no Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Wild, wild, wild Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Oh, wild Come on! (Come on!) Feel it! Come on! (Girls, rock your boys) Work it! We'll get wild, wild, wild (We're gonna get wild) Wild, wild, wild (We're gonna get wild tonight) Come on, feel the noise (Rock it tonight) Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild (Oh, yeah) Ah, ah-ah ah-ah (Whoo!) Ah, ah, ah Come on, feel the noise Girls, rock your boys We'll get wild, wild, wild Ah, ah-ah ah-ah Ah, ah, ah

The third and final song reference made in the play is You’ll never get away from me by Tony Bennett. Anthony Dominick Benedetto (born August 3, 1926), known professionally as Tony Bennett, is an American singer of traditional pop standards, big band, show tunes, and jazz. He is also a painter, having created works under his birth name that are on permanent public display in several institutions. He is the founder of the Frank Sinatra School of the Arts in Astoria, Queens, New York.

Lyrics:

You'll never get away from me You can climb the tallest tree, I'll be there somehow True, you could say, "Hey, here's your hat" But a little thing like that couldn't stop me now I couldn't get away from you Even if you told me to, so go on and try Just try and you're gonna see How you're gonna not at all get away from me Rose, I love you, but don't count your chickens Come dance with me I warn you, that I'm no Boy Scout Relax awhile, come dance with me So don't think that I'm easy pickin', the music's so nice Rose, 'cause I just may some day pick up and pack out Oh, no you won't, no, not a chance No arguments, shut up and dance You'll never get away from me You can climb the tallest tree, I'll be there somehow True, you could say, "Hey, here's your hat" But a little thing like that couldn't stop me now I couldn't get away from you Even if I wanted to well, go on and try, just try Ah, Rose and you're gonna see Ah, Rose how you're gonna not at all Get away from me

SPACE CHANGE REFERENCES:

Uncomfortable clean space “shinny, perfect”

Window in kitchen becomes broken from a Fianna throwing a rock through

Floor tiles become muddy from Fianna’s boots

Fire alarm ripped from the ceiling

Becomes smoky from cigarette

Pipe on table- Page 73

Smell of burnt bread

Table moves and becomes dirty as Fianna stands on it

Alannah opens all the cupboards

Crisps opened and crushed all over the floor

Hallway door opens as Da comes in

Blood begins pooling out onto the floor

Pot brewing on the stove

Da slumped in a chair in the corner, legless

Blood spilling out onto the floor

Stew all over the floor and pan is knocked over

Smokes comes out from the curtain

Leviathan crocodile in room

Smoke billows from behind the crocodile

Cupboard door is ripped off to barricade window

PHRASES/SLANG/TERMS:

Craic

Sacred heart

Mother Superior

Wreath off a hearse

Crown during The Famine

Dirty we tout

Firebug

Hold on a tick and a half

Okey dokey

Daft eejit

Crocodile tears

ALANNAH -

Polite “please, Thank you”

“Flipping sake”

“Oh whoop-dee-flippin-do”

FIANNA -

“Some say the devil is dead

“Thanks be to god”

“Pot fucking kettle, gin eyes” pg 43

“Taking the mick” pg 45

“Ireland, through us summon her children to her flag and strike for freedom”

“See you later alligator, fuck off crocodile”

“So you think i’ve got an evil mind (quiet riot)

“Ye daft cunt”

THEMES/GENRES:

References to mental illness such as OCD

Black comedy

Stockholm syndrome

Sister relationship

Reference to domestic abuse and pedophelia

Sexism

REFERENCE IMAGERY:

70′s Kitchen:

70′s Wallpaper:

Farmhouse:

Crocodile:

Lighting:

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There’s a desert valley in southern Jordan called Wadi Rum, or sometimes “the Valley of the Moon.” There are stone inscriptions in Wadi Rum that are more than 2,000 years old. Lawrence of Arabia passed through there during the Arab Revolt against the Ottoman Empire. More recently, J. J. Abrams went there to film parts of the latest Star Wars movie, The Rise of Skywalker, because it’s largely uninhabited and starkly beautiful and looks plausibly alien, and one of the things that has always made the Star Wars movies feel so real—as if they had a real life of their own that continues on out beyond the edges of the screen—is the way they’re shot on location, with as few digital effects as possible. George Lucas shot the Tatooine scenes from A New Hope in southern Tunisia. For Skywalker, it’s Wadi Rum.

They don’t do it that way because it’s easy. Abrams and his crew had to build miles of road into the desert. They basically had to set up a small town out there, populated by the cast and extras and crew—the creature-effects department alone had 70 people. The Jordanian military got involved. The Jordanian royal family got involved. There was sand. There were sandstorms, when all you could do was take cover and huddle in your tent and—if you’re John Boyega, who plays the ex-Stormtrooper Finn—listen to reggae.

But in a way that’s the whole point: you’re out there so the world can get up in your grill and make its presence felt on film. “It’s the things that you can’t anticipate—the imperfections,” says Oscar Isaac, who plays the Resistance pilot Poe Dameron. “It’s very difficult to design imperfection, and the imperfections that you have in these environments immediately create a sense of authenticity. You just believe it more.” When Isaac arrived in Wadi Rum for his first week of shooting, Abrams had set up a massive greenscreen in the middle of the desert. “And I was like, ‘J. J., can I ask you a question? I notice we’re shooting on greenscreen.’ And he’s like, ‘So why the hell are we in the desert?’ And I’m like, ‘Yeah!’ And he said, ‘Well, because look: the way that the sand interacts with the light, and the type of shots you would set up—if you were designing the shot on a computer you would never even think to do that.’ There’s something about the way that the light and the environment and everything plays together.” It’s that something, the presence and the details and the analog imperfections of a real nondigital place, that makes Star Wars so powerful.

It was powerful enough to bring 65,000 people to Chicago in April for Star Wars Celebration, a fan convention where you could see a giant Stormtrooper head made out of 36,440 tiny Lego Stormtrooper mini-figures, which is a world record of some kind, though I’m not sure exactly what, and where people were dressed up as Muppets who were themselves dressed up as Star Wars characters. But the main event was the launch of the trailer for The Rise of Skywalker, which was held in a 10,000-seat arena and was such a big deal that even though the trailer was going to be released on the Internet literally seconds after it was over, I—an at least theoretically respectable member of the media—was not only tagged, wristbanded, escorted, and metal-detected, but sniffed by a K-9 unit before I could go in.

J.J. Abrams, alongside Stunt Coordinator Eunice Huthart, directs the Knights of Ren; elite fearsome enforcers of Kylo Ren’s dark will.

I sat down with Abrams a couple of hours later. For the occasion, he was wearing a suit so black and sharp, he could have been doing Men in Black cosplay, but his most distinctive feature is his dark curly hair, which is upswept in a way that is only slightly suggestive of devil horns. Abrams talks rapidly, as if he can barely keep up with the things his racing brain is telling him to say. When I told him that not only was Star Wars the No. 1 trending topic on Twitter, but that all 10 of the Top 10 trending topics were Star Wars–related, and that he personally was No. 5, he was visibly stunned.

Then he recovered enough to say: “Well, I aspire to No. 4.” (For the record, No. 4 was the late Supreme Leader Snoke, who frankly did seem beatable. If you’re curious, No. 11 was pro golfer Zach Johnson, who had just accidentally hit his ball with a practice swing at the Masters. Life goes on.)

Disney executives talk about how important it is to “event-ize” Star Wars movies; i.e., to make them feel not just like movies but like seriously momentous occasions. They won’t have much trouble with this one: The Rise of Skywalker isn’t just the last movie in the Star Wars trilogy that began in 2015 with The Force Awakens; it’s the last movie in a literal, actual trilogy of trilogies that started with the very first Star Wars movie back in 1977, which began the saga of the Skywalker family. The Rise of Skywalker will finally, after 42 years, bring that saga to an end.

FIRST LOOK Vanity Fair reveals Keri Russell as the masked scoundrel Zorri Bliss, seen in the Thieves’ Quarter of the snow-dusted world Kijimi.

We all thought the story was over in 1983 with Return of the Jedi, and then we really thought it was over in 2005 with Revenge of the Sith. But Star Wars has always been an unruly beast, too big and powerful (and profitable) to be contained in one movie, or even in a trilogy, or even in two trilogies, let alone numberless novels, TV shows, comics, video games, Happy Meals, and so on. Now Abrams has to gather all those threads and bring closure to a story that was started by somebody else, in an America that feels a very long time ago indeed. “That’s the challenge of this movie,” Abrams says. “It wasn’t just to make one film that as a stand-alone experience would be thrilling, and scary, and emotional, and funny, but one that if you were to watch all nine of the films, you’d feel like, Well, of course—that!”

Like a lot of things that we now can’t imagine life without, Star Wars came really close to never happening in the first place. In 1971, Lucas was a serious young auteur just five years out of film school at U.S.C. He had only one full-length movie on his résumé, and that was THX 1138, which is the kind of visionary but grindingly earnest science-fiction epic that only the French could love. (They were pretty much the only ones who did.) Everybody expected Lucas to go on and make serious, gritty 1970s cinema like his peers, Brian De Palma and Francis Ford Coppola. At the time Lucas and Coppola were actively planning a radical epic set in Vietnam with the provocative title Apocalypse Now.

FORCE MAJEURE First Order leaders General Hux (Domhnall Gleeson) and Allegiant General Pryde (Richard E. Grant) on the bridge of Kylo Ren’s destroyer.

But Coppola would have to finish that one on his own, because Lucas went a different way. “I had decided there was no modern mythology,” he said in 1997. “I wanted to take old myths and put them into a new format that young people could relate to. Mythology always existed in unusual, unknown environments, so I chose space.” Lucas tried to acquire the rights to Flash Gordon (that would’ve been a dark timeline indeed), but when he couldn’t, he came up with his own original science-fictional epic instead. He called it The Star Wars. Like The Facebook, it would have to shed a direct article on its way to glory.

Even though American Graffiti had made Lucas a bankable director, Star Wars still came together slowly. In the first draft, Luke was an old man, Leia was 14, and Han Solo was “a huge green-skinned monster with no nose and large gills.” Fox executives were baffled by Star Wars, and they squeezed Lucas relentlessly for time and money. We forget now how jerry-rigged the first movie was: the cantina aliens weren’t finished, and the monumental Star Destroyer that dominates the opening shot is, in reality, about three feet long. The Death Star interior is basically one set re-arranged several different ways. To make Greedo’s mouth move, the woman in the Greedo suit had to hold a clothespin in her mouth. “What I remember about working on the first film,” says John Williams, the legendary soundtrack composer, “is the fact that I didn’t ever think there would be a second film.” (He also, like everybody else, thought Luke and Leia were going to get together, so he wrote them a love theme.)

But wherever real mythology comes from, Lucas had gone there and brought something back alive. People wanted movies that gave them something to believe in instead of relentlessly autopsying the beliefs that had failed them. We’d had enough of antiheroes. We needed some anti-antiheroes. “I realized after THX that people don’t care about how the country’s being ruined,” Lucas said. “We’ve got to regenerate optimism.” Like American Graffiti, Star Wars is a work of profound nostalgia, a post-Vietnam, post-Watergate anthem of longing for the restoration of a true and just power in the universe—the return of the king. And at the same time it’s a very personal hero’s journey, about a boy who must put right the sins of his father and master the strange power he finds within himself, and in doing so become a man.

Star Wars is also an incredibly enduring vision of what it’s like to live in a world of super-advanced technology. Science fiction often ages badly, turning into kitsch or camp—just look at Flash Gordon—but Star Wars hasn’t. More than any filmmaker before him, Lucas successfully imagined what a science-fictional world would feel like to somebody who was actually inside it—which is to say, it would look as ordinary and workaday as the present. He even shot it like it was real, working close-in and mostly eschewing wide establishing shots, more like a documentary or a newsreel than a space opera. “It feels very grounded,” says Naomi Ackie, who’s making her Star Wars debut in Skywalker playing a character named Jannah, about whom she is allowed to say literally nothing. “There’s the kind of spectacular-ness, and the supernatural move-things-with-your-mind magic stuff, but then there’s also this really grounded, rugged nature where everything is distressed and old and kind of worn out and lived-in. And I think playing with those two ideas means that you get this feeling that it could almost be real. Like, in a galaxy far away, it could almost be the case that you could have this.”

When Lucas made the first Star Wars sequel, The Empire Strikes Back, he cheekily labeled it Episode V, then went back and re-labeled the first movie as Episode IV, as if the movies were an old-fashioned serial that the rest of us were all just tuning in to. Around that time, he also started talking about Star Wars as a nine-part epic—so in 2012, when Lucas retired and sold Lucasfilm to Disney, it wasn’t exactly heresy that Disney announced more movies. At the time, Kathleen Kennedy had just been named co-chairperson of Lucasfilm, and she tapped Abrams to direct the first Disney-owned post-Lucas Star Wars movie. It was a bit like saying, Make the lightning strike again, please. Exactly here, if you could. Oh, and could you also earn back that $4 billion we just spent to buy Lucasfilm? (Narrator voice: He could.)

At first blush, Abrams’s debut Star Wars movie, The Force Awakens, looked like an elaborate homage to the original. Just like in A New Hope, there’s a young Force-sensitive person on a poor desert planet—that’s Rey, played by Daisy Ridley—who finds a droid with a secret message that’s vital to the Rebellion (or wait, sorry, it’s the Resistance now). There’s a villain in a black mask, just like Darth Vader, except that it’s his grandson Kylo Ren (Adam Driver), né Ben Solo, son of Han and Leia. Kylo has a planet-killing weapon, much like the Death Star but way bigger, which becomes the target of a desperate attack by Resistance X-wings. There’s even a bar full of aliens.

Abrams also insisted on keeping to the analog aesthetic of the original trilogy: those aliens had to be latex and yak hair, not bits and bytes, and everything possible was shot on location using film cameras, not digital ones. Even Lucas had abandoned that approach by the time he made the second Star Wars trilogy, but many fans consider those movies to be a cautionary tale. “Famously, the prequels were mostly greenscreen environments,” Abrams says. “And that was George himself doing that, and it ended up looking exactly how he wanted it to look—and I always preferred the look of the original movies, because I just remember when you’re in the snow on Hoth, when you’re in the desert on Tatooine, and when you’re in the forests of Endor—it’s amazing. If you put a vaporator here, there, all of a sudden almost any natural location suddenly becomes a Star Wars location.”

But the more interesting thing about The Force Awakens and its successor, The Last Jedi, written and directed by Rian Johnson, was how they subtly complicated Lucas’s vision. Thirty years have gone by since the ending of Return of the Jedi, during which time the newly reborn Republic became complacent and politically stagnant, allowing the rise of the reactionary neo-imperial First Order, whose origins we will learn more about in Skywalker. “It was almost like if the Argentine Nazis had sort of got together and actually started to bring that back in some real form,” Abrams says. Just like that, the rules of the Star Wars universe changed. It wasn’t all over when the Ewoks sang. Obi-Wan Kenobi and all those Bothans had died in vain. Even Han and Leia split up. It’s all a little less of a fairy tale now.

The feather-haired godling Luke suffered the trauma of having a Padawan go bad on his watch. It’s an echo of what happened to his old mentor, Obi-Wan, with Anakin Skywalker, who became Darth Vader. But where Obi-Wan made peace with it, waiting serenely in the desert of Tatooine for the next Chosen One to arrive, Luke’s guilt curdled into shame. He hid himself away, so that his Chosen One, Rey, had to spend most of The Force Awakens searching for him, and then another whole movie convincing him with the help of Yoda’s Force ghost to keep the Jedi Order going at all. Star Wars arrived as an antidote to the disillusionment of the 1970s—but now, in its middle age, Star Wars is grappling with disillusionment of its own.

DESERT POWER Joonas Suotamo (Chewbacca), Ridley, Anthony Daniels (C-3PO), and John Boyega (Finn) await the call to action for a chase scene.

By dint of advanced Sith interrogation techniques, I was able to obtain valuable advance information about The Rise of Skywalker. Here it is: common emblem.

Anthony Daniels, who plays C-3P0, is the only actor who has appeared in all nine movies of the Star Wars triple trilogy, so if anybody’s entitled to leak, it’s him. Daniels says he loved the script for The Rise of Skywalker, but he didn’t get it until the last minute, right before shooting started, and for some reason he just couldn’t memorize his part. “My first line would not go in my head!” he says. In person Daniels is like a C-3P0 whose preferences have been reset to charming and voluble. “The line that I couldn’t say was two words: ‘common emblem.’ Common emblem, common emblem—I would say them thousands of times. My wife would say it back. I just couldn’t say them!”

Fortunately C-3P0’s mouth doesn’t move, so he could add the line in postproduction. Anyway, there’s the big scoop: “common emblem.” I don’t know what it means either. (Also I 100 percent guarantee that they will change the line before the movie comes out so that this scoop will end up being fake news.) Daniels also told me that C-3P0 does something in this movie that surprises everybody—but he wouldn’t say what. “He keeps his clothes on. It’s not like he suddenly does this thing, but …”

The only other member of the old guard on the set this time was Billy Dee Williams, who plays the charismatic Lando Calrissian. At 82, Williams has lost none of his roguish charm, but now it comes wrapped in a kind of magisterial dignity. People tend to remember Lando for the deal he cut with Vader in The Empire Strikes Back, rather than for his redemptive comeback in Return of the Jedi, and Williams appears to have spent the last 45 years defending him. “He’s a survivor. It’s expediency for him,” Williams says. “You know, he was thrown into a situation which he didn’t look for and he had to try to figure out how to deal with an entity which is more than just a human.” And, he adds, with the weary air of somebody who has spent way too much time justifying the behavior of a fictional character, “nobody died!”

HOT TAKE Members of the crew shade and shine Daniels, the only cast member to appear in all nine of the Skywalker films, while BB-8 looks on.

Chewbacca is still here, too, but it’s not the same man in the suit. The original actor was Peter Mayhew, a seven-foot-three-inch gentle giant who was working as a hospital orderly in London when Lucas cast him in the first movie. Mayhew retired after The Force Awakens, and he died on April 30 at 74. His replacement is Joonas Suotamo, a fresh-faced former professional basketball player from Finland who always wanted to be an actor but was hard to cast because he’s six feet 11 inches tall. “When I first met [Mayhew] he told me I was a wee bit too skinny,” Suotamo says. “But we also had a Wookiee boot camp, which lasted for a week. He told me all kinds of things about the moves that Chewbacca does, how they came to be and his reasoning behind them.” Suotamo has now played Chewbacca in four movies and enjoys it about as much as I’ve ever seen anybody enjoy anything. “It’s very much like silent-era film, with Buster Keaton and Charlie Chaplin,” he says. “He’s a mime character and that’s what he does, and I guess in that minimalism comes the beauty of the character.”

Other things we know about Skywalker: We can safely assume that the Resistance and the First Order are headed toward a final smash, which will be a heavy lift for the good guys because, at the end of The Last Jedi, the Resistance was down, way down, to a double handful of survivors. They’ll face a First Order who suffered a stinging but largely symbolic loss at the Battle of Crait, and who, I feel confident, have learned something from the previous eight movies. The Empire built and lost two Death Stars. The First Order has already lost one super-weapon in The Force Awakens. Presumably it won’t make the same mistake twice, twice.

But the stakes go even higher than that, cosmically high. Sources close to the movie say that Skywalker will at long last bring to a climax the millennia-long conflict between the Jedi Order and its dark shadow, the Sith.

HORSING AROUND Finn and new ally Jannah (Naomi Ackie), atop hardy orbaks, lead the charge against the mechanized forces of the First Order. “It’s extremely surreal to be in it,” says Ackie, “and see how it works from the inside.”

STAR CROSSED Kylo Ren (Adam Driver) and Rey battle it out with lightsabers in a stormy confrontation. Their Force-connection—what Driver calls their “maybe-bond”—will turn out to run even deeper than previously revealed.

The hottest area for speculation, however, is the identity of the titular Skywalker, because at this point there aren’t many Skywalkers left to rise. One is General Organa, the former Princess Leia, Luke’s sister—but Carrie Fisher, who plays her, passed away in 2016. That was a deeply painful loss for Abrams personally, but it also presented him with an impossible choice as a filmmaker. He needed Leia to tell the story, but Abrams didn’t feel like a digital Carrie Fisher could do the job, and there was no way Lucasfilm was going to re-cast the role.

But then a strange thing happened. Abrams remembered that there was some footage of Fisher left over from The Force Awakens, scenes that had been changed or cut entirely, and he dug them up. “It’s hard to even talk about it without sounding like I’m being some kind of cosmic spiritual goofball,” Abrams says, “but it felt like we suddenly had found the impossible answer to the impossible question.” He started to write scenes around the old footage, fitting Leia’s dialogue into new contexts. He re-created the lighting to match the way Fisher had been lit. Bit by bit, she found her place in the new movie. “It was a bizarre kind of left side/right side of the brain sort of Venn diagram thing, of figuring out how to create the puzzle based on the pieces we had.” Fisher’s daughter, Billie Lourd, appears in the movies as a Resistance officer named Lieutenant Connix, and at first Abrams deliberately wrote her out of the scenes in case it was too painful—but Lourd said no, she wanted to be in them. “And so, there are moments where they’re talking; there are moments where they’re touching,” Abrams says. “There are moments in this movie where Carrie is there, and I really do feel there is an element of the uncanny, spiritual, you know, classic Carrie, that it would have happened this way, because somehow it worked. And I never thought it would.”

The only other member of the surviving Skywalker bloodline—that we know of!—is Leia’s son and Luke’s former Padawan, the fallen Jedi Kylo Ren. Kylo probably isn’t capable of actual happiness, but things are definitely looking up for him: by the end of The Last Jedi he has taken control of the First Order and killed or at least outlived his actual father and both of his symbolic fathers-in-art, Luke and Supreme Leader Snoke. Sources at Disney also confirm that his long-rumored Knights of Ren will finally arrive in Skywalker. “And then he had been forging this maybe-bond with Rey,” Driver says, “and it kind of ends with the question in the air: is he going to pursue that relationship, or when the door of her ship goes up, does that also close that camaraderie that they were maybe forming?”

SANDBLAST Camera operator Colin Anderson readies a take for a chase sequence spotlighting the heroics of Chewbacca, BB-8, and Rey.

Darkness in the Star Wars movies tends to come from fear: for Anakin Skywalker, Kylo’s grandfather, it was his fear of losing his mother and his wife. After two movies it’s still not so easy to say exactly what Kylo Ren himself fears, even though he’s as operatically emo as Vader was stoic. He’s fixated on the past—he made a shrine to his own grandfather—but at the same time the past torments him. “Let the past die,” he tells Rey in The Last Jedi. “Kill it, if you have to. That’s the only way to become what you are meant to be.”

Presumably whatever’s eating at Kylo started in his childhood: maybe being the kid of literally the two coolest people in the galaxy isn’t as fun as it sounds. Driver—who has obviously thought this through with a lot of rigor—points out that, as cool as they are, Han and Leia are both obsessively committed to lifestyles (smuggling, rebelling) that don’t leave much room for kids. He also points out that, unlike Luke and Rey, Kylo never got to go on a nifty voyage of self-discovery. Instead he grew up under the crushing pressure of massive expectations. “How do you form friendships out of that?” Driver says. “How do you understand the weight of that? And if there’s no one around you guiding you, or articulating things the right way … it can easily go awry.” By the emotional logic that governs the Star Wars universe—and also our own—Kylo Ren is going to have to confront the past, and his fears, whatever they are, or be destroyed by them.

Where Lucas’s trilogies tended to follow the roots and branches of the Skywalker family tree—their personal saga was the saga of the galaxy writ small—the new movies have a slightly wider aperture and take in a new generation of heroes. There’s Rey, of course, who sources say will have progressed in her training since the end of The Last Jedi to the point where it’s almost complete. With that taken care of, all she has to do is reconstitute the entire Jedi Order from scratch, because as far as we know she’s the Last One.

If Kylo Ren can’t be redeemed it will almost certainly fall to Rey to put him down, in spite of their maybe-bond. Their relationship is the closest thing the new trilogy has to a star-crossed love story on the order of Han and Leia: a source close to the movie says that their Force-connection will turn out to run even deeper than we thought. They’re uniquely suited to understand each other, but at the same time they are in every way each other’s inverse, down to Kylo’s perverse rejection of his family, which is the one thing Rey craves most. “I think there’s a part of Rey that’s like, dude, you fucking had it all, you had it all,” Ridley says. “That was always a big question during filming: you had it all and you let it go.”

PUNCH IT! In a historic reunion, Lando Calrissian (Billy Dee Williams) retakes the helm of the Millennium Falcon, joined by Poe Dameron (Oscar Isaac), Chewbacca, D-O, and BB-8. “He’s a survivor,” Williams says of Lando.

Rey is also, according to totally unsubstantiated Internet theories, a leading candidate to be the Skywalker of the title, pending some kind of head-snapping reveal about her ancestry. (For the record, the other leading unsubstantiated Internet theory has the “Skywalker” of the title referring to an entirely new order of Force users who will rise up and replace the Jedi.)

Rey seems ready for it all, or as ready as anybody could be. “It’s nice having that shot at the beginning of the teaser,” Ridley says, over avocado toast at a fancy Chicago hotel, “because I think it’s quite a good visual representation of where she is now: confident, calm, less fearful.… It’s still sort of overwhelming, but in a different way. It feels more right—less like inevitable and more like there’s a focus to the journey.” Focus is a good word for Rey: on-screen Ridley’s dramatic eyebrows form a wickedly sharp arrow of concentration. I asked Ridley what she’s thinking about when Rey is using her Force powers, and it turns out Rey seems focused because Ridley is actually seriously focused. “I literally visualize it. When I was lifting rocks I was visualizing the rocks moving. And then I was like, Oh, my God, I made it happen! And obviously there’s loads of rocks on strings, so, no, I didn’t. But I visualize that it’s really going on.” (That scene, which comes at the end of The Last Jedi, is another example of classic nondigital Star Wars effects: those were real rocks. “It was actually really amazing,” Ridley says. “It was sort of like a baby mobile.”)

There’s also Finn, the apostate Stormtrooper, played by the irrepressible Boyega, who in person practically vibrates with energy and speaks with a South London accent very different from Finn’s American one. In some ways Finn has gone through a complete character arc already: he confronted his past—by beating down his old boss, Captain Phasma—and found his courage and his moral center. He has had a tendency to panic, if not actively desert, in clutch situations, but at the Battle of Crait he proved that he was past that. “I think he’s just an active member of the Resistance now,” Boyega says. “Episode Eight, he couldn’t decide what team he was fighting for. But since then he’s made a clear decision.” (Cast members tend to refer to the Star Wars movies by their episode numbers: four is the original movie, seven is The Force Awakens, and so on.)

Finn still has to make a clear decision about his romantic situation, though. As Boyega put it at Star Wars Celebration: “Finn is single and willing to mingle!” The movies have been teasing his emotional connections with both Rey and the Resistance mechanic Rose Tico, played by Kelly Marie Tran, with whom he shared a fleeting battlefield kiss in The Last Jedi. Rose seems like the more positive choice, given that she stops Finn from deserting early in the movie and saves his life at the Battle of Crait, and that the precedents for romantic involvements with Jedi are extremely bad. Tran is the first Asian-American woman to play a major role in a Star Wars movie, and she has been the target of both racist and sexist attacks online. But she has come through them as a fan favorite: when she appeared onstage in Chicago, she got a standing ovation.

Finally there’s Poe, who has mostly struggled with his own cocky impulsiveness, because he’s a loose-cannon-who-just-can’t-play-by-the-rules. Poe will have to step up and become a leader, because the Resistance is seriously short on officer material. In fact, some of that transformation will already have happened where The Rise of Skywalker picks up, which is about a year after the end of The Last Jedi. “There has been a bit of shared history that you haven’t seen,” Isaac says. “Whereas in the other films, Poe is this kind of lone wolf, now he’s really part of a group. They’re going out and going on missions and have a much more familiar dynamic now.” Star Wars has always been about friendship as much as it is about romance, and as of the end of The Last Jedi, Rey, Finn, and Poe are all finally in the same place for the first time since The Force Awakens.

The Rise of Skywalker introduces some new players, too. There’s a tiny one-wheeled droid called D-O and a large banana-slug alien named Klaud. Oh, and Naomi Ackie, Keri Russell, and Richard E. Grant have all joined the cast, though, again, we know practically nothing about who they’re playing. Going from being outside the Star Wars leviathan to being right in its belly can be a dizzying experience for a first-timer. “I actually tried to do this thing while we were filming,” Ackie says, “where I’d go one day, walking through London without seeing a Star Wars reference somewhere. And you can’t do it. You really can’t. So it’s extremely surreal to be in it and see how it works from the inside.

WELL MET Jordanian locals play the Aki-Aki, natives of the planet Pasaana.

If anything, Star Wars is only getting more omnipresent. The franchise under Lucas was a colossus, but he still ran it essentially as a private concern. He could make movies or not, as his muse dictated—he was beholden to no shareholders. But Star Wars under Disney makes the old Star Wars look positively quaint. Between 1977 and 2005, Lucasfilm released six Star Wars movies; when Skywalker premieres in December, Disney will have released five Star Wars movies in five years. “I think there is a larger expectation that Disney has,” Kennedy says. “On the other hand, though, I think that Disney is very respectful of what this is, and right from the beginning we talked about the fragility of this form of storytelling. Because it’s something that means so much to fans that you can’t turn this into some kind of factory approach. You can’t even do what Marvel does, necessarily, where you pick characters and build new franchises around those characters. This needs to evolve differently.”

A useful example of that fragility might be the relatively modest performance of Solo: A Star Wars Story in 2018. Solo was a perfectly good Star Wars movie that has made almost $400 million worldwide—but it’s also, according to industry estimates, the first one to actually lose money. In response Disney has gently but firmly pumped the brakes: the first movie in the next Star Wars trilogy, which will be helmed by David Benioff and D. B. Weiss, the duo behind Game of Thrones, won’t arrive till Christmas of 2022, with further installments every other year after that. There’s no official word as to what stories they’ll tell, or when a second trilogy being developed by Rian Johnson will appear.

But even as the movies pause, Star Wars continues to colonize any and all other media. In addition to video games, comics, novels, cartoons, container-loads of merch, etc., there are not one but two live-action TV series in the pipeline for Disney+, Disney’s new streaming service: The Mandalorian, created by Jon Favreau, and an as-yet-untitled show about Cassian Andor from Rogue One. I have personally tried a virtual-reality experience called Vader Immortal,written and produced by Dark Knight screenwriter David Goyer. At the end of May, Disneyland will open Star Wars: Galaxy’s Edge, a massive, 14-acre, $1 billion attraction where you can fly the Millennium Falcon, be captured by the First Order, and drink a blue milk cocktail (it’s actually nondairy) and Coca-Cola products out of exclusive BB-8-shaped bottles at the cantina. It’s the largest single-theme expansion in the park’s history: Take that, Toy Story Land. The Disney World version will open in August.

You realize now that, under Lucas, Star Wars always slightly had the brakes on—we were always kept a little starved for product. With Disney driving, we’ll really find out how big Star Wars can get.

ENCORE Composer John Williams conducting the Star Wars score, drawing on themes and motifs he has woven across four decades. “I didn’t think there would ever be a second film,” he says.

When people talk about the new Star Wars movies, they tend to talk about how faithful they are to the originals. What’s harder to say is how exactly the new films are different—how movies like Skywalker keep their connection to the past while at the same time finding a way to belong to the world of 2019. Because regardless of whether or not Star Wars has changed since 1977, the world around it has, profoundly. “There’s a loss of innocence, a sense of innocence that existed in the 70s that I don’t think to any extent exists today,” Kennedy says. “I think that has to permeate the storytelling and the reaction to the stories and how they’re set up. It has to feel differently because we’re different.”

We know things, as a people and as an audience, that we didn’t know back then. For example: back then it felt sort of O.K. to like Darth Vader, because even though he was evil he was also incredibly cool, and the kind of fascism he represented felt like a bogeyman from the distant past. But now fascism is rising again, which makes the whole First Order subplot look super-prescient, but it also reminds us that fascism is not even slightly cool in real life. “Evil needs to feel and look very real,” Kennedy says, “and what that means today may not be as black-and-white as it might have been in 1977, coming off a kind of World War II sensibility.” In the Star Wars–verse, Dark and Light are supposed to balance each other, but in the real world they just mix together into a hopelessly foggy, morally ambiguous gray.

But the changes are liberating too. Star Wars doesn’t have to stay frozen in time; if anything it’s the opposite, if it doesn’t change it’ll die. It will turn into Flash Gordon. For Abrams, that means he can’t go through this process so haunted by the ghost of George Lucas (who is of course still alive, but you get what I’m saying) that he winds up doing a cinematic Lucas impression. At some point Abrams has to let Abrams be Abrams.

The Rise of Skywalker might be that point. “Working on nine, I found myself approaching it slightly differently,” he says. “Which is to say that, on seven, I felt beholden to Star Wars in a way that was interesting—I was doing what to the best of my ability I felt Star Wars should be.” But this time something changed. Abrams found himself making different choices—for the camera angles, the lighting, the story. “It felt slightly more renegade; it felt slightly more like, you know, Fuck it, I’m going to do the thing that feels right because it does, not because it adheres to something.”

There are a lot of small subtle ways that Abrams’s Star Wars is different from Lucas’s, but if there’s a standout, it’s the way that the new movies look at history. Lucas’s Star Wars movies are bathed in the deep golden-sunset glow of the idyllic Old Republic, that more civilized age—but the new movies aren’t like that. They’re not nostalgic. They don’t long for the past; they’re more about the promise of the future. “This trilogy is about this young generation, this new generation, having to deal with all the debt that has come before,” Abrams says. “And it’s the sins of the father, and it’s the wisdom and the accomplishments of those who did great things, but it’s also those who committed atrocities, and the idea that this group is up against this unspeakable evil and are they prepared? Are they ready? What have they learned from before? It’s less about grandeur. It’s less about restoring an old age. It’s more about preserving a sense of freedom and not being one of the oppressed.”

FROM THE ASHES Mark Hamill, as Luke, with R2-D2. Speculation is rampant about who will “rise” as the Skywalker of the movie’s title—and how that choice will reflect the way the world has changed since Star Wars debuted in 1977.

The new generation doesn’t have that same connection to the old days that Luke and Leia did. It’s not like their parents destroyed the Old Republic. We don’t even know who their parents were! They’re too young to remember the Empire. They’re just here to clean up the mess they got left with, the disastrous consequences of bad decisions made by earlier generations, and try to survive long enough to see the future. Is any of this resonating with 2019? Might there possibly be a generation around here somewhere that’s worried about the consequences of its own decisions for the future? Star Wars has never been and probably never should be a vehicle for political arguments, but to paraphrase Ursula Le Guin, great science fiction is never really about the future. It’s about the present.

You could even—if you’re into that kind of thing—imagine the story of the new Star Wars trilogy as a metaphor for the making of the new Star Wars trilogy. In fact, I was totally prepared—because I am into that kind of thing!—to try to push this overthought metafictional hot take onto Abrams … but I didn’t have to. Abrams got there ahead of me. “The idea of the movie is kind of how I felt going into the movie as a filmmaker,” he says, “which is to say that I’ve inherited all this stuff, great stuff, and good wisdom, and the good and the bad, and it’s all coming to this end, and the question is, do we have what it takes to succeed?”

Kylo Ren has it all wrong: you can’t bring back the past and become your own grandfather, and you can’t kill the past, either. All you can do is make your peace with it and learn from it and move on. Abrams is doing that with Star Wars—and meanwhile the Resistance is going to have to do that, too, if they really are going to bring this saga to an end. Because we’ve been here before, watching a band of scrappy rebels take down a technofascist empire, and it seemed to work fine at the time—but it didn’t last. The same goes for the Jedi and their struggle with the Sith. To end this story, really end it, they’re going to have to figure out the conditions of a more permanent victory over the forces of darkness. Their past was imperfect at best, and the present is a complete disaster—but the future is all before them. This time, finally, they’re going to get it right.

#star wars tros #the rise of skywalker #vanity fair #long post

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rainydaydevilmaycryimagines · 6 years ago

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Heyoo so I here's what I'm thinkin' for V Spicy dice. Like the dice game with the *ahem* "DEVIL'S TANGO" ideas on them.

*sips holy water* I gotchu Wes (I actually do know who this is requesting it. How you doin bitch? Text me later, I'm bored)

Slight NSFW

The group was bored out their mind struggling to find stupid activities. Everyone was sitting around doing nothing, with you hanging out with your best friend (and obvious secret crush) V. "This is boring." You snorted as you played a game of go fish. "Agreed." V nodded. You laughed slightly matching your last pair, winning the round... Again. "Dante is there anything else you have that could entertain us or something?" You asked. "Hm.. OH WAIT!" he said before rifling though his desk and slamming down a set of dice. "....Another board game. Seriously?" Trish asked. "No no... This is the dice." Dante said. Trish's eyes widened. "What the hell does that mean?" You asked. "It's... Spicy dice." Trish said pinching the bridge of her nose. "Wait seriously?" You asked. "What is Spicy dice?" V asked. "A game that I will need to drink alot to play." You sighed. Nico laughed. "It's better than nothin" she said.

So you guys cracked out the booze, sitting in a circle, finally explaining the rules. "Okay. So you roll two dice and you have to do what ever the dice says. Dante roll it for example." You said. He rolled them and it had "Bite, ear." So Dante obliged with him biting Trish's ear and her smacking him as a result. "everyone got it?" You asked. "What if you don't comply with what the dice say?" V asked. "...Hmm.. do a shot I guess." You shrugged. He nodded and you set the bottle of rum in the center so someone could pour a shot if need be. "Alright which one of you idiots starts us off?" Lady asked. Nico snorted and raised a hand. She rolled the dice "lick... Hand?" She read causing you to laugh along with Lady. Nico had her sights on Lady as she licked her hand with Lady nearly pissing herself with laughter. You laughed, gripping your sides and V smiled watching as you giggled at your friend's stupidity. "Alright V. You're up buddy." Trish said with a smirk. V rolled the dice, clearly uninterested in it's outcome. "Thigh touch." He muttered. Who the hell was he gonna go for?

You distracted yourself from the idea that he was going to pick you before you felt a hand touch your thigh softly. You looked at V surprised. Before he handed you the dice pulling away. Your face heated up and Nero rose a brow. "You good Y/n?" Nero asked. "...Uh huh." You gulped. V chuckled at your flustered attitude and you rolled the dice. Oh fuck no. "kiss... Neck." You read aloud. Nope nope nope nope

"who's your victim?" Nico asked. You could easily go for one of the girls as a joke knowing the jokes that would ensue. Or you could go for V as a plot of revenge. Well you did neither, taking a shot instead. "Chickeeennnn!" Nico sighed. You avoided V's glance watching as the group played. Nero took shots everytime but the drunker he got the more willing he was to actually play the game. You would go for one of the girls as a joke and it resulted in you laughing with them. You and the girls were so close, none of them took the actions seriously but V seemed fixated on you. Thank God he only got tame results... Until now.

"Suck... Neck." He read. Oh no... Oh no oh no oh no. He leaned forward and you felt his breath on your neck. Your heart was pounding in your ears as his lips connected with your neck and he sucked lightly. You must've been redder than a tomato in that moment. He pulled away with a smirk and it was decided. No more hiding this shit. It was on.

He knew what he was doing. He knew how crazy you were going. So you rolled the dice. "You lookin' mighty determined over there Y/n" Nico said. "Yeah, I'm done playing nice, it's on." You said. Everyone laughed at your determination. "Kiss lips. Got it." You said with a nod before grabbing V by the jacket and kissing him. His eyes widened with surprise before you pulled away. "Next." You said. "Holy shit Y/n." Trish laughed. V saw what game you were playing and the game was now more interesting than ever.

Everyone noticed the slight tension between you two and Dante decided to kick it up a notch. "Okay there is one more die that comes with this." He said. He sat it on the floor and Trish facepalmed. "this is the friskier dice. Sit on, topless, bottomless and crotch is on this." He said. "Bring. It." You said. V was now fueled for this game too, taking his feelings for you and pursuing it through the dice.

You rolled the dice and your face heated up instantly. "Suck, Neck, topless." Lady read. Nico watched you struggle on your decision. "Pst... You don't have to." Trish whispered to you. You knew that... But damn it that would let him win... And you're way too stubborn to let that happen. So you took off your shirt, moved V's hair and sucked V's neck. V was so turned on right now that he actually had to take off his jacket and put it in his lap to hide the bulge in his pants. You returned to your spot, putting your shirt back on and Nero dropped out. "I aM SCARRED ENOUGH tHANK YOU!" is all he said. He was so drunk he passed out on the couch. Lady, Trish, Nico, Dante, and V remained. Trish occasionally picking Dante for the crazy stuff but she mainly chose one of the girls because of the laughter that ensued. But she did choose V once out of curiosity.

"kiss lips... Topless." She said. She sat in front of V and he looked at you, clearly uninterested in her actions. Why was he so focused on you? Trish kissed him and he actually rolled his eyes, seemingly bored by her advances. Trish pulled away with a smirk. "I have an announcement." She said. "What?" Nico asked. "V has a thing for Y/n. I'm pretty sure his jacket is in his lap because he's turned on and trying to hide it." Trish said. V looked at you and then away before you rose a brow. "don't believe me? Roll the dice." She shrugged. You rolled the dice and it landed on "Sit on, bite, lip" you were curious. Was Trish serious? V turned to you, brow raised and you sat in his lap, facing him. He held you steady by putting his hands on your waist. "...Y/n.." he whispered. You looked in his eyes and his breath was shaking. He was nervous..

Out of everyone... You made him nervous. "...was she right?" You asked. V looked at Trish and then you. "Yes." He admitted. "....Good." you said before biting his bottom lip. "....Y'know Devil May Cry has a guest room." Trish reminded you. Dante sighed. "I do not want them banging in my den of pity and pizza." He grumbled. V chuckled as you pulled away. "You seem excited to my answer Songbird." He whispered to you. You chuckled, resting your forehead on his. "Are they going to move or-" "Dante shut up." Nico hushed. you slipped V a piece of paper and got up. "I'm heading out. I am probably going to be sooo hungover in the morning." You snorted. You left and V read the paper. "Catch me if you can, lover boy." Was all it said. He chuckled, closing it and standing up.

"I'm going to head out too. Uhm." "Go get your girl V. We're rooting for you." Lady said. V nodded and left, following you outside. "Y/n." He called. You turned around. "Oh thank God." You chuckled before V kissed you.

Let's just say when he came home with you that night...

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wistfulcynic · 6 years ago

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Another Brick In The Wall, Chapter 9

a/n: Prepare for feels

Summary: Emma Swan, sheriff’s daughter, mayor’s niece, quarterback’s girlfriend, is the undisputed princess of Storybrooke High. She is smart and confident and used to getting what she wants. What she wants is Killian Jones, the new boy in school. But Killian is not easily manipulated, and reluctant to allow the dark secrets in his past to touch the girl he is rapidly falling in love with.

Rating: T

Tags for: @darkcolinodonorgasm @jennjenn615 @hollyethecurious and @resident-of-storybrooke

Chapter 9:

Killian stood at the bathroom mirror fiddling with the knot of his tie, wishing he didn’t have to spend this already nerve-wracking evening feeling like he was being strangled. “Is this really necessary?” he grumbled.

“It’s a formal party, little brother,” replied Liam, coming up behind him and batting his hands away from the knot. “Yes, you need a tie.” He adjusted Killian’s tie himself then placed his hands on his brother’s shoulders and smiled at their reflections, feeling a small pang at the sight of them standing there together. Killian had grown so tall over the past year, now nearly as tall as Liam was himself, and dressed in a suit with his hair neatly combed he looked so grown up. Liam wanted to hug him but refrained, knowing that in his current mood Killian would scoff and pull away. Instead he stood, suddenly assailed by memories and by the wild thought that what he actually wanted was to go back in time and hug the little boy his brother had been the first time Liam had felt a similar pang.

The day of his mother’s funeral was bright and sunny, which made Liam angry. Not even the weather was cooperating, remaining unseasonably warm and steadfastly refusing to turn grey and dark to match his mood. He had been scrambling for days to arrange everything, the church, the flowers, the service, the burial. It was far too much to take onto his young shoulders but he had no choice. His father had started drinking on the day the doctors proclaimed the tumour inoperable and terminal, and hadn’t stopped since. Liam had been so busy, so overwhelmed by the tasks and his grief and his anger at his father that he’d had barely any attention left for Killian, who fortunately at six didn’t fully understand what was going on around him and was content to play quietly while Liam handled things. When the dreaded day finally arrived they stood together before the casket, his brother’s small hand in his, Killian dressed in a suit and tie but with his dark hair falling over his forehead into his eyes. There hadn’t been time to have it cut. He tugged on Liam’s hand. “I can’t see,” he whispered.

Liam lifted his brother up in his arms, watching Killian’s big eyes grow bigger as he took in the sight of their mother laid out in death, seeing the moment his brother grasped that she was gone and wouldn’t be coming back. He watched as Killian fought his tears for as long as he could —he always tried so hard to be brave— and he saw the moment when they would be held back no longer. Killian blinked rapidly, gulped, then turned his face into Liam’s shoulder and sobbed. Liam held him close, feeling his small body tremble and heave as he wept.

He had always loved Killian, of course he had, both because and in spite of the decade between them, always had time for him, never minded him tagging along behind or his endless questions, but in that moment Liam’s heart was flooded by a surge of love unlike anything he had ever felt before. He knew then that he would protect his brother with everything he had in him, would lay down his life to that cause.

In that moment, Liam reflected now, he had become Killian’s parent.

As with any parent he had made mistakes, hadn’t always lived up to his own standards. He had failed to protect Killian from Milah, failed even to notice that there was something amiss with him, although with hindsight the changes in his brother’s behaviour and attitude had been glaringly obvious. Almost overnight he had gone from an energetic, talkative boy to a sullen and moody one, responding curtly to questions and frequently disappearing for hours on end. Caught up in his investigation of Admiral Gold, Liam had simply shrugged all this away as the effects of adolescence. He cringed to remember it, wishing he could kick his past self, or maybe give him a good punch to the jaw.

At least he had taken immediate and decisive action once he’d learned what was going on, thought Liam, removing Killian from Milah’s influence and taking him as far away from her as possible, then ensuring that he had the professional counseling he would need to deal with what he’d been through. He had done everything he could yet he still worried that it wasn’t enough, still ached every time he saw the shadows that lurked behind his brother’s eyes, still blamed himself for their presence.

Killian cleared his throat, jolting Liam out of his reverie. He looked again at their reflection in the mirror, noting his brother’s exaggerated smirk.

“Are we going to get going, then?” asked Killian, in an exasperated voice. “Or are we just going to stand here all night admiring our faces? Mine’s all right, but I definitely don’t want to be staring at yours for the next six hours.”

To hell with it, thought Liam, and pulled his brother close, squeezing him hard.

“Ugh, Liam, get off, you’re wrinkling me!” Killian, as expected, shoved him away. “If I have to wear this bloody thing the least you could do is not crease it.”

Liam released him from the hug, rolling his eyes as Killian ostentatiously smoothed his jacket. “You look fine. Good even. Emma will swoon.” He grinned as Killian turned bright pink, then his expression softened into seriousness. “I just love you, little brother. You know that, right?”

Killian performed an eyeroll almost identical to Liam’s own. “Of course I do. I love you too.” He grinned. “Even though you’re annoying as fuck—”

“Language!”

“—and you’re going to make us late. Can we go now?”

“Lead the way, brother.”

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As soon as the Joneses arrived at the Swan house, they were engulfed by warmth and noise and energetic welcome, people eager to take their coats and get them a drink. Despite this effusive hospitality Killian was still nervous and antsy as he scanned the room to see who was there. To his relief he soon spotted Ruby and Victor —he had never been so glad to see Victor Whale’s smug grin, he thought— and was just turning to tell Liam that he was going to talk to them when his brother stopped dead, his mouth dropping open and his eyes nearly bugging out of his head.

“What the devil is wrong with you?” asked Killian, astonished.

“I— um, er, I—” Liam swallowed, blinked, and shook his head. “Who is that?” He nodded in the direction of a petite brunette standing a few feet away, talking animatedly with Ruby’s grandmother.

“Um, Miss French?” ventured Killian, certain Liam couldn’t be referring to Granny but baffled as to why the school librarian would inspire such a reaction in his brother.

“Miss French?” echoed Liam. “The librarian? The one you’re doing your independent study with?”

“Yeah?” Killian was completely confused now. “Why do you ask?”

“Er— no reason,” said Liam, fidgeting uncomfortably. “I just— um, thought she’d be older.”

A glimmer of comprehension was beginning to dawn in Killian’s mind, and he had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop from breaking into an enormous grin. “Would you like me to introduce you?” he asked innocently.

Liam seemed to choke on his words again and before he could recover Killian had caught Miss French’s attention and beckoned her over.

“Hello, Killian, I thought I might see you here,” she greeted him with a friendly smile. “How have you been enjoying your holidays so far? Is it very different from England?”

“Very,” said Killian wryly. “More snow, for a start. Though I would imagine it’s a lot more different for you.”

“Well it’s summer in Australia, so yeah, pretty different,” she laughed, and from the corner of his eye Killian could see that his brother’s ears had gone bright red. The Jones family tell. This was excellent.

“Miss French, this is my brother Liam.” Killian dug his elbow into Liam’s ribs, jolting his brother out of what appeared to be a fugue state. “He went to Australia several times when he was in the Royal Navy.”

“Really?” Miss French turned her attention to the elder Jones, and Killian could swear he heard Liam’s Adam’s apple scrape across his dry throat. “What places did you visit?”

As Liam attempted to choke out anything resembling a coherent answer, Killian spotted Emma’s mother bearing down on them with a tray of drinks and moved to intercept her before she could interrupt and possibly extinguish the sputtering sparks of his brother’s romance. “Let me take those for you, Mrs Swan,” he said, flashing her a brilliant smile. She blinked for a moment, slightly dazed, then returned it.

“Why thank you, Killian, that’s very kind,” she said, angling the tray so he could take his hot spiced apple cider and Liam’s hot buttered rum. He turned back and handed Liam his drink, just in time to hear his brother stuttering something about the Sydney Harbour Bridge, to Miss French’s evident amusement.

“Oh thank bloody fuck,” muttered Liam under his breath as he took the mug.

“Language!” admonished Killian, smiling angelically as his brother glared daggers at him over the mug’s rim. “I’m just going to go talk to Ruby and Victor, see you later Liam, Miss French.”

As Liam stared helplessly at his brother’s retreating back, the vision of loveliness that was somehow the high school librarian spoke again. Desperately he tried not to think about how her voice was like a song, and focus on her words instead.

“I’m actually glad to have a chance to speak with you, Mr Jones—”

“Liam,” he croaked. Why was his throat so dry? He’d drunk nearly half the rum.

“I beg your pardon?” She blinked the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and he nearly forgot his own name.

“Er—” he cleared his throat. “My name, it’s um, Liam. Please call me Liam.”

“Liam,” she repeated, smiling again. He wished she would stop doing that so he could bloody breathe, and also that she would never stop because she was stunning. “I’m Belle.”

Belle, he thought. French for ‘beautiful.’ Almost too on-the-nose, yet somehow perfect.

“Belle,” he said softly. “It suits you.”

She flushed a glorious shade of rose pink. “My mother named me,” she said, almost shyly. He wanted to ask her all about her mother and her father and everyone else close to her and all her thoughts and hopes and dreams but before he could even open his mouth again she steered the conversation back to the point. “Liam, I wanted to talk to you about Killian.”

“Killian?” Liam was shaken out of his fuckstruck haze by a flash of fear. “What about him? Is there a problem?”

“No, no, nothing like that! He’s one of the brightest students I’ve had the pleasure of working with, but— well, you see, in addition to being the librarian I am also the college admissions counselor. I was hoping we might discuss Killian’s options for university.”

“He’s going to Oxford,” said Liam automatically.

“Yes, I know he’s been offered a place there, it’s just, well, what with everything that’s happened and the way Killian seems to be finally settling into life here in the US, I thought he might not wish to return to England for uni. Especially if you plan to remain here.”

Liam’s mind whirled. He’d been so caught up in dealing with Killian’s current drama that he hadn’t spared a thought for the drama that was to come. The one thing that his brother had been absolutely certain about since the secret broke was that he no longer wished to return to England. Did that include Oxford? Liam somehow suspected it did.

“I do plan to remain here,” he replied. “I like my job very much and feel surprisingly at home in Storybrooke. Killian does as well.” He’d never given the matter much consideration before, but now that he thought about it he realised how true this was. Storybrooke, after only a few short months, felt like home in the way his hometown never had.

Belle laughed. “Storybrooke has a way of doing that to people,” she said. “I only intended to stay a year myself, but it’ll be five years for me, in July.”

“I don’t think,” said Liam slowly, thinking hard, “that Killian is as dead set on Oxford as he once was. But if he stays in the US for uni I’d need to be certain that he had access to the same quality of education he’d have received there. And then there’s the question of, er, finance. He’d have a bursary at Oxford.”

Belle smiled reassuringly. “I don’t think either of those things will present an insurmountable problem,” she said. “Let me tell you some of the ideas I’ve had, and then if you’re agreeable we can broach the subject to Killian.”

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By the time Emma had finished helping her mother with hosting duties and was able to actually join the party, Killian, Ruby, and Victor —accompanied, Emma was irritated to note, by Aurora— were settled comfortably on and around the end of her living room sofa, laughing uproariously.

“What’s so funny?” Emma whispered to Ruby.

Victor and Killian are just telling stories from their road trip the other day,” Ruby replied. Earlier that week Victor and Killian had driven down to Portland for the concert Victor had wanted to see. Caught up in her mother’s whirlwind of party planning, Emma hadn’t had a chance to see or speak to Killian at all over the past few days, and now she couldn’t help feeling a bit left out. Usually she was the first person Killian told anything —for a while she had been the only one— yet now she had no idea what tale he’d been recounting. Again, she reminded herself that this was good, that he needed other friends. That she was glad he’d found them in Storybrooke. Still, the vicious talons of her jealousy would not relinquish their grasp, particularly when Aurora leaned close to him, eyes shining with laughter, and touched his arm as she cried “And then what happened?”

Killian delivered his punch line and the group exploded in laughter. Aurora’s hand slid, oh so casually, from Killian’s arm and onto his leg. Emma waited for her to remove it, or for Killian to pull away, but instead he remained where he was and she actually slid closer to him on the couch, and Emma’s vision went red around the edges. Don’t be a jerk, Emma, she begged herself, just let it go, even as her mouth opened and she heard her voice say “I’m surprised to see you here, Aurora. You’ve never come to our party before.”

Their mothers were good friends and they had grown up next door to each other, but for some reason Aurora and Emma had never been close.

“Oh, it just seemed like it might be fun this year,” said Aurora, with a significant glance at Killian, who had just taken his phone out to show Ruby some pictures and was paying no attention. Her hand was still on his leg, and she flexed her fingers slightly. Emma felt her face grow hot and her own fingers itched to grab Aurora by the hair and drag her from the house. She could cool off in a snow drift, thought Emma viciously, it might do her good.

And what the hell was going on with Killian, she fumed. He didn’t even seem to notice Aurora was touching him. Not like the way he tensed and looked uncomfortable if Emma even so much as brushed up against him. What the fuck was that about?

Why the fuck was she thinking “fuck”? What was wrong with her?

“Swan?” Emma shook herself out of her thoughts at the sound of Killian’s voice. “Is everything all right?”

She tried to smile but could tell from the way his brow wrinkled that he wasn’t buying it. “I’m fine. Um, can I talk to you?”

He smiled, and his was genuine. “Of course, love.” He stood and followed her away from the group, not noticing as Aurora’s hand slid off him.

Emma didn’t really know what she wanted to say, only that she wanted him away from Aurora. So it came as much of a surprise to her as to him when the words “Do you want to take a walk in the garden?” fell from her lips.

“The garden? Isn’t it covered in snow?”

She shrugged. “It’s still pretty, and, I don’t know, I feel like I need some air.”

Killian shrugged too. “Sure,” he grinned at her. “Whatever you wish, Swan.”

He offered her his arm and she giggled as she linked her own thorough it. As they turned away she caught a glimpse of Aurora’s face falling into a pout and felt a wash of emotion she couldn’t put a name to. Triumph? Relief? It didn’t feel quite like either. All she knew was that Killian had agreed to come with her not just willingly but gladly. He still preferred her company over any other’s, and that made her happy.

They put on their coats and she exchanged her heels for boots, glad she’d chosen to wear thick tights with her dress. Killian had only his dress shoes so she dug out an old pair of her dad’s boots, which almost fit, and a thick pair of socks. Soon they were bundled up and ready, and linking arms again they headed out to the snowy garden.

It was a large, well-tended space, a testament to her mother’s affinity with nature, with a walled-off vegetable area to the left and a thick rose hedge at the back, separating their house from Aurora’s. At the centre of it all stood a huge, sprawling tree, with branches that reached to the furthest corners of the garden and a large white swing hanging from the sturdiest one.

“This is the apple tree my aunt Regina gave Mom when I was born,” said Emma as they approached it. “They’re stepsisters and they never really got along, but when Mom was pregnant with me they had a huge fight and Regina knocked Mom down a flight of stairs. She almost miscarried me. Aunt Regina felt terrible and tried to make amends with the tree. I don’t think Mom was exactly thrilled; Aunt Regina is kind of weirdly obsessed with those apples and it makes Mom a bit uncomfortable. But she said Regina was trying to make a gesture of goodwill and she could do the same, so she planted it, and since then they’ve made an effort to be civil, or at least not to be completely awful to each other. About three years ago Mom actually set Aunt Regina up with her husband. Or, he’s now her husband. You know what I mean.”

“Indeed. It’s good that they were able to settle their differences, even if only in part.”

“I think they’re too different to ever really be close, but I’m glad they don’t fight anymore. And I like Aunt Regina well enough. She can be a bit… abrasive, but she always tries to be nice to me.”

“Well, she did nearly kill you, so nice is really the least she could do.” said Killian, his voice gruff.

Emma laughed. “That’s what Dad says.”

Killian chuckled and tightened his arm around hers, almost protectively. She snuggled into his side and leaned her head on his shoulder, feeling him tense just briefly before he relaxed with a small sigh, and she thought she felt his cheek brush her hair. “Can I ask you something?” he asked.

“You just did.”

He sighed again, dramatically this time, and she could almost feel his eyes roll. “Another thing, then,” he said.

“Sure.”

“Is your mum’s name really Snow?”

“Yep.”

“And— is there a story behind that?”

“She says it’s the curse of hippie parents and I should be grateful she rebelled against her upbringing when naming me.”

“Hold up,” Killian stopped walking and looked down at her. “You’re telling me that if she’d stuck with family tradition you could have been named Rain? Or Sleet?” Emma began to laugh. “Or Blizzard? Or Drizzle? What an opportunity missed!” He sounded almost indignant.

“Drizzle Swan?” Emma could barely choke out the words through her laughter. “Really?”

“There’s dozens of words for precipitation, love, your mum could really have flexed her creativity. I mean, there’s flurry, hail, spit—”

“Spit?!”

“It’s a real weather thing! Or what about monsoon? Or torrent? Torrent sounds like something people might name their kids these days.”

Emma was laughing so hard she snorted, which made her laugh harder. She buried her face in Killian’s shoulder and for the first time since she’d found out about his past he didn’t stiffen when she got close to him. He was too busy laughing himself, his shoulder shaking under her cheek as he held onto her arm, his other hand gripping the back of her coat. He turned his face into her hair and she turned hers into his neck, and as their laughter faded their arms shifted and tightened around each other until they were standing in the middle of the garden, twined together, snow falling softly around them.

They stood like that for a long time. Finally Killian sighed, his breath tickling the fine hairs on her temple and making her shiver. “Emma,” he said, in a voice so soft she could barely hear it, “I wish things were different.”

“They could be—”

“No. They are what they are and we have to deal with them. I have to deal with them. I just— I need time to sort myself out.”

Familiar pain twisted within her, but she kept her grip on her emotions. “I understand,” she said. “I really do, and I don’t want anything from you that you’re not able to offer freely. I’ll wait.”

“I could never ask you to—”

“I want to.” I love you. I’d wait forever. She swallowed the words back, knowing he wasn’t ready to hear them.

“Swan, I don’t deserve—” he began, and her pain was burned away in a bright flash of cleansing anger. She was so sick of him thinking himself worthless because of what that— that— Emma didn’t even like to think the word she had in mind for Milah, but she certainly felt it— what that woman had done to him. Pulling back from the embrace, she fixed him with a glare and fisted her hand in the front of his coat, thumping his chest with it.

“Yes,” she said firmly, almost snarling. “You do. You deserve— so much,” she finished lamely, unable to say what she wanted to say without revealing far too much.

He looked down at her and their eyes met, his overflowing with the same desperately conflicted yearning they’d held the night of his birthday. She could see in them that he wanted to kiss her, and more than anything in the world she wanted to let him, longed to feel his lips and tongue on hers again, as she had countless times in her dreams. She wanted to wrap herself around him and sink into him, to absorb his pain and guilt and burn them away with the fire of the fury she still felt on his behalf. She wanted all this and more, but she also knew that he didn’t, not really. He wasn’t ready.

Gathering every ounce of willpower she possessed, she stepped back, out of his arms, before he could do something he’d regret.

His expressive eyes flashed with disappointment, followed quickly by relief.

Emma swallowed the lump in her throat, forced it down. This was the right thing, she reminded herself. However much it hurt, it was the right thing. And therefore the only thing.

“Come on,” she said, summoning a bright smile from God knows where. “Let’s get back inside. It’s freaking freezing out here. What idiot thought it was a good idea to stand in the garden in the middle of winter?”

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“Your Killian is a lovely young man,” said Snow some hours later as they collected empty plates and mugs and loaded them into the dishwasher.

The butterflies did a quick jitterbug in Emma’s belly, but she managed to roll her eyes. “Mo-om, he’s not my Killian.”

“Are you sure about that, dear?” asked Snow, in the sing-song voice that never failed to raise Emma’s hackles.

“Mom, please don’t try to matchmake us,” she pleaded. “Killian’s made it clear he just wants to be friends.” That wasn’t entirely true, but her mom definitely didn’t need to know about what had happened in the garden.

“Emma, you know perfectly well I don’t matchmake,” scolded Snow.

“Yeah?” Emma tried to imitate Killian’s eyebrow quirk but only succeeded in looking surprised. “Tell that to Lance. Or Jasmine. Or Aunt Regina, and you don’t even like her!”

“I like your Aunt Regina!” protested Snow, unconvincingly, as a telling flush bloomed on her cheeks. “We’ve worked hard to put aside our differences.”

“Uh huh,” said Emma, forbearing to point out that those differences had evidently not been put far enough aside for her step-aunt to accept Snow’s invitation to this party. “Mayoral business” had been her excuse, but Emma had it on no lesser authority than that of her cousin Henry that the Mayor’s office was already closed for the year, and he, Regina, and Robin were planning to spend Christmas skiing in Aspen.

“And anyway,” Snow persisted, “I don’t have to like someone to think they deserve a happy ending. You definitely deserve one.”

“Well, I’m not going to have my happy ending with Killian, so can you drop it please?” If she repeated this enough, thought Emma, she might eventually believe it.

“Of course, sweetie, I won’t push,” said Snow. “But— don’t write Killian off just yet.”

She smiled her serene smile and refused to be drawn out any further on the subject.

Notes: The eagle-eyed among you may remember that I called Snow Mary Margaret earlier in this story. That’s now been changed. She’s much more Snow than MM here, and the name change led to the garden scene, which is not what I’d intended but I think is going to take the story in a better direction.

#cs au ff #captain swan #teenage captain swan #captain duckling #lieutenant duckling #brothers jones #brothers jones feels #high school au #another brick in the wall #profdanglaisstuff

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pinktiger501 · 7 years ago

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They call him ‘Devil’ (A Donghae fic): Prologue

This is a gang/mafia au, set in the 70′s with a black reader cause I felt that we needed a hookup! Also I haven’t written a good piece in a while so excuse the rustiness.

Song recs: Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac & Boss by James Brown (trust me they fit so well)

You never meant for it to get like this. You never thought you’d end up binded to a lifestyle of drugs, money laundering, lying and other things needless to say. Guess it was part of the package. It wasn’t like you…but you can’t say you didn’t get accustomed to it quickly. It was exhilarating. Although there were hardships, there was luxury in return. To everything negative you had to face, you were rewarded with new clothes, jewelry, and all the wining and dining a girl could ever want. But most importantly, the full security and ongoing success of The Glass House, your night club. Compliments of him.

You were the moon and stars to his darkest hour of midnight. Lee Donghae was a businessman. A kingpin, if you may. Clients came with requests, needs, tasks, and he got them done. He was a master at his craft, and a regular at your little shindig. He would treat your club as his bank and you were the teller. He’d run cash by you to keep for him, and you’d help make drug transactions with high end regulars. You don’t know what pulled you to him, but there was something about that man that was mysterious and dark.

You instantly felt a jolt in your bones the first time he stepped into your club with his little entourage. In walked an oriental man wearing a crisp burgundy suede suit, paired with a deep navy blue button up shirt that was undid by three buttons at the top to expose a cuban link chain with the crucifiction cross that rested perfectly on his bare chest. With his side-parted brown hair capturing the shimmering light that the turning disco ball rained down on the club goers. He was truly a sight for sore eyes. His sunblockers resting ever so comfortably on the bridge of his nose. He looked deliciously irresistible. You just had to cross paths with this man.

“Maybelle, take over the inventory check.” you handed your assistant the pen and pad in which you were jotting down bar items that needed restocking, “Sure thang y/n” she responded back, but you were already halfway gone and too distracted to hear, whisking through the club and perching in high standing areas so you could somehow get a closer look at the man. The crew of men that he arrived with scattered around the club, chatting. Mingling. But there he was, seated at a rounded booth with his arms resting spread out on it just taking in the view of the club. His shades had been retired from its place on his face and was now hanging on his coat pocket.

Now being able to see his full face, you must’ve been staring an awfully long while because you both locked eyes for what to you sempt like an eternity. It was you that broke the gaze. Looking over your shoulder as if to check for dirty tables. His glance never faltering. You suddenly felt the heat. As if one of the bright club lights shined in your direction. You suddenly began to worry about how you dressed for the evening. Now, if there’s one thing you always did, it was exude confidence.

Keep it real, you owned the best nightclub around, the least you could do was dress like so. And that you did. Tonight, you had on a mustard colored satin halter top midi dress that hugged your curves in all the right places putting your figure on full display. Cut right at the curvature of your calves, with a slit that trailed it’s way up to your mid thigh so that when you walked, just the sight of your leg alone could capture the eye of President Nixon himself. Your mink coat hung off your shoulders to act as a fur shawl, but you abandoned it in your office earlier as you emerged to supervise the house and workers. Your natural hair had been blow dried to achieve length, no hot comb, no flat iron. Tonight you opted for a simple yet chic afro puff ponytail. You left your golden hair pick in your puff and it served to look like a little tiara. For jewelry, a skinny diamond choker that brought just a hint of attention to your bosoms, but not too much. Earrings and bracelet to match. Golden pedicure and manicure. Completed with a gold pair of chunky platform heels that were more than comfortable enough to stand and walk around for hours on end. He noticed these things. Every detail.

He was captivated by such devine and melanated beauty that made every other woman in the room seem like women of the night. You, were a sight for sore eyes. He watched distinctly as you made your way over to his booth. Even through the bumping of the funk music and grooving spirits, he was able to hear the clicking of your heels against the checkered floor crystal clear. You were now standing at his booth, leaning against the chair cool and collectively mustering up the will to speak, “You must be the head woman in charge.” but he beat you to it. You let out a light chuckle taken by surprise from his quick initiative. “You are correct I am indeed.” you smiled at him, “What lead you to that observation?” you asked seeing if he’d offer up a clever response, “The aura you carry with you as you walk,” he looked as if he was studying your features, “with such pride and grace, surely you’re not here to attract a spazz who isn’t worthy. You’re a businesswoman. At the end of the day, you’re here to acquire your money. I respect that. It’s radical.” A smile formed on his face as he hit the nail right on the head. That was a clever response. “Right on.” you say, feeling more relaxed around him.

His voice was so buttery and smooth it’d be impossible not to fall asleep during a late night of phone chats with him. He gestured for you to slide in the booth, and you did just that. The funk that was playing in the club, changed to a mellow jam. “Let me buy you a drink.” He offered still admiring your put together, “Slow your role now, you’on even know my name,” you say with a slight playful grin creeping on your face, “My bad, may I have a name of the host who is servicing me tonight?” he said as he turned himself ever so slightly to be facing your direction. You look down to catch yourself from smiling too hard then up again, “It’s y/n.”, “y/n?” he repeats, “What a beautiful name. Y/n. I like it!”. “Thank you,” you laugh while saying. “And yours?” you now shift in the booth to face him. “I’m Donghae. Lee Donghae.”, “Well, it’s nice to meet you Donghae!” you put your hand out to shake his, and like the gentlemen that you already assumed he was, he took your hand in his and kissed it. “So, Donghae, what do you do?” you asked immersed in y'alls conversation. By this time the drinks had came and you two were both very well acquainted, “Well, likewise I am a businessman myself,” he took a swig of his rum & coke, “just under different circumstances.”

After that first night. He’d regularly pop in just to see you. And then it got to the point where you’d both meet outside of the club in casual conditions. Until after awhile you two became more than friends, then sensual conditions. You started to notice marks and scars that he’d regularly get. It worried you. Especially since he never told you completely what his profession was. He said he wanted to keep you safe, and you trusted him. Sometimes people that didn’t seem like regular club goers and partyfolk would come to The Glass House and you’d feel uneasy. It got to a point where you had to move in with Donghae. He didn��t live half bad. He had a luxurious home. Sometimes you wondered why he needed that big of a house if he lived alone.

Everything sempt okay for a while until one night when the club was closed, you were the only one there and found Donghae on the ground at the entrance with gunshot wounds. Luckily the bullets didn’t hit any vital organs. You wanted to call the police and that’s when he insisted and had to come clean. You thought he was talkin jive, you thought it was all a hoax, but then again, you were in the bathroom of your office treating your man’s bullet wounds. He didn’t want you to experience the hardships, he wanted to leave you, keep you out of harm’s way. But if you being safe meant, you couldn’t see him again, then harm’s way can come knock on your front door.

You told him to teach you the trade. And he did. And you learned quick. You had to. Where you grew up, your life depended on you learning quick. You grew up fighting to survive, cause that’s just the world you lived in. Now you’re stepping into the world he lives in. Fear has no place there. Your club became more of a territorial ground. And since It’s your club. What you say goes. He loves that about you. You’re loyal.

But there’s one thing you realized about him, he trusts his crew and only his. If anyone messes with them, they mess with him. Everyone feared him. Except you. Because you’re his love. You call him Lee Donghae. But them? They call him Devil.

So! You don’t know HOW LONG it took me to get my mind in the right head space to write this oof. Should I write more? I kinda want to but I have another prologue to work on for yet another fic so bloop!

#kpop smut #super junior #ambw smut #ambw fanfics #ambw scenarios #kpop x reader #super junior smut #donghae #lee donghae #donghae smut #nct smut #exo smut #super junior scenarios

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silhouettesetawayfromtimeforever · 6 years ago

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Common Audition Roles [List 1 (3/28/19)] Part I

Phantom of the Opera

Christine Daae:

(High Soprano, G#3-E6 (only goes up to C#6 live in most productions, including broadway)

A singer must be free (Nightingale)*, Children of the wind (Rags), yes my heart (Carnival), Seeing is believing [female solo cut] (Aspects of Love), The Finer Things (Jane Eyre), Inside Out (GGLAM)

Raoul:

(Legit baritone, G2-Ab4)

Asking for you (Do re mi), Her face (Carnival)*, I like you (Fanny), If I loved you* (Carousel), I do not know a day I did not love you (Two by two), People will say we’re in love (Oklahoma), Love to me (Light in the Piazza)

Phantom (Erik):

If I can’t love her (BATB), Lilly’s Eyes [or just about anything Neville or Archie sing] (Secret Garden)*, If I loved you (Carousel), look at Frank Wildhorn’s shows (Jekyll & Hyde, Dracula, Scarlet Pimpernel), Martin Guerre

Firmin/André/Buquet/Male Ensemble:

It must be so (Candide), C’est Moi (Camelot)*, War is a Science (Pippin)*, Any Gilbert & Sullivan patter Song (a la Modern Major General from Pirates of Penzance)*

Carlotta:

Art is calling me (The Enchantress)*, They Won’t let you in the Opera, The Finer Things (Jane Eyre), Glitter and be Gay (Candide), By Strauss (Gershwins), The Glamourous Life [As a solo for Desiree, look at version on Renée Fleming’s Broadway album] (A little night music), Any big comic high soprano aria like Quando m’en Vo (La Boheme) or The Doll Song (Les Contes de Hoffman)*

Piangi/Male Ensemble:

It must be so (Candide), C’est Moi (Camelot), any big high comic tenor aria like ale Donna e Mobile (Rigoletto), La Fille du Regiment,

Meg Giry/Female Ensemble:

The beauty is (Light in the Piazza), Dear Friend (She loves me), Why not me (Carrie), hold on, the girl I mean to be or Come to my garden* (Secret Garden), some things are meant to be (Little Women), yes my heart (Carnival), The glamorous life [Frederika solo-movie] (a little night music)

Mme Giry/Female Ensemble:

When there’s no one (Carrie), I read* or Loving you (Passion), will you* (Grey Gardens), Dividing day or Let’s walk (Light in the Piazza)

Les Miserables:

Jean Val Jean:

At the fountain*-SSOS, Soliloquy* (Carousel), Something was missing-Annie, if I can't love her-BATB, close every door-Joseph, now there is no choice-Jekyll & Hyde, I’m Martin Guerre*– Martin Guerre, no other way (Tarzan), the impossible dream, where in the world (Secret Garden), This Is The Moment (Jekyll&Hyde) , Being Alive (Company) , Finishing the Hat (Sunday in the Park)

Javert:

Falcon in the dive (Scarlet Pimpernel), soliloquy* (carousel) molasses to rum (1776) Kim’s nightmare (miss Saigon), nowhere left to run (amazing grace), anthem* (chess), look at Jekyll&Hyde

Bishop:

Pilate’s dream (JCS), Sweeney Todd/Turpin’s stuff, molasses to rum* (1776), Rains of Castamere* (Game of Thrones), Ol’ Man River (Show boat)

Marius:

il Mundo era vuoto, On the Street Where You Live” from My Fair Lady, Into the Fire *– Scarlet Pimpernel, Lily’s Eyes- Secret Garden, This is the Moment – Jekyll and Hyde, Why God* from Miss Saigon

Enjolras & students:

Private Conversation*, You Should Be Loved, The Devil You Know from Side Show, Why God” ** from Miss Saigon, I’ve Heard It All Before from Shenandoah, Guido’s Song* from Nine, I, Don Quixote from Man of La Mancha

Thenardier:

Guido’s Song (Nine), Reviewing the Situation* or pick a pocket or two– Oliver!, The American Dream (miss Saigon), molasses to rum* (1776)

Mme Thenardier:

Naughty Baby – Crazy For You, Deep Down Inside from Little Me, Loud from Matilda, Leave You *– Follies, Little Girls from Annie, Wherever He Ain’t from Mack and Mabel, Whatever Happened to My Part from Spamalot, Fine Life* from Oliver

Fantine:

Where is it written from Yentl, Heaven Help My Heart– Chess, Someone Like You– Jekyll and Hyde, Could We Start Again Please - J.C. Superstar, Aldonza* – Man La Mancha, Unusual Way - Nine, The Movie in the Mind- Miss Saigon, Your Daddy’s Son or Back to Before* - Ragtime, Forgiveness- Jane Eyre, Loving you (Passion)

Eponine:

A New Life* from J&H,What Kind of Fool Am I from Stop The World I Want to Get Off, Why Can’t I Speak? from Zorba, I Don’t Know How to Love Him - J.C Superstar, They Say It’s Wonderful - Annie Get Your Gun, As Long as He Needs Me - Oliver!, Hold On - The Secret Garden, With One Look— Sunset Boulevard, Back to Before - Ragtime, Stranger to the rain (Children of Eden), Loving you (Passion), unexpected Song or tell me on a Sunday (Song & dance)*

Cosette:

Happiness (Passion), Light in the Piazza — The Light in the Piazza, Come to My Garden – The Secret Garden, Embraceable You – Crazy for You, Falling In Love with Love – The Boys from Syracuse, Finer Things – Jane Eyre, Unusual Way* - Nine, My White Knight – The Music Man, Children of the wind (Rags), yes my heart* (Carnival), unexpected song* (Song & dance), tell me why (amazing grace), A TON of stuff from My Life with Albertine

Lil Cosette:

There’s more to life from Ruthless, The girl I mean to be* from Secret Garden, my lord and master (the king and I)

Gavroche:

Consider yourself or where is love from Oliver, Wick* from Secret Garden, Edgar’s stuff in Ragtime, Not while I'm around (Sweeney)

Urinetown:

Bobby:

Sit Down You’re Rockin’ The Boat*, Married” from Cabaret, Any of the prince’s songs from Once Upon A Mattress., Something From a Dream from Bridges of Madison County “My Unfortunate Erection” from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee and If You Were Gay from Avenue Q, My Bobby when I did it sang Out there from Hunchback & What do I need with Love* (TMM)

Cladwell:

The Legacy** from On The Twentieth Century}, Married from Cabaret, molasses to rum* (1776), dance with me, darling-Bat Boy,

Lockstock:

The Legacy and I've got it all from On The Twentieth Century, all I care about is love (Chicago), molasses to rum* (1776), me (BATB), You deserve a better life or private conversation from Side Show, The Way it ought to be (Tale of 2 cities), as good as you (Jane Eyre), dance with me darling* (Bat boy)

Hope:

Make Believe-Show Boat*, A home for you-Bat boy, Daddy's Girl (Grey Gardens), Goodbye little dream goodbye (Cole Porter), Goodnight My Someone – Music Man, Ribbons Down My Back – Hello Dolly, When I Marry Mr. Snow – Carousel, A Change In Me – Beauty and the Beast , A New Life – Jekyll & Hyde, It Might As Well Be Spring – State Fair, They Say It’s Wonderful – Annie Get Your Gun, Delishious - Nice Work If You Can Get It**

Pennywise:

What Ever Happened to my Part*- Spamalot(my Penny sang this), Anything that Ms. Strict* from Zombie Prom sings, Little Girls from Annie but that’s kinda overdone, A New Argentina - Evita , Morning Person- Shrek, Mr. Right from Triumph of Love, Down in the Depths on the 90th Floor-Cole Porter,

Little Sally:

My Party Dress from Henry and Mudge, “Disneyland*” from Smile, What It Means to be A Friend from 13 the Musical, “My Friend The Dictionary” or “The I Love You Song” from Spelling Bee, “It’s a Perfect Relationship*” from Bells Are Ringing, A Home for You from Bat Boy, “Where In The World Is My Prince” from Miss Spectacular, “Change” from A New Brain, Calm (Ordinary Days), Little known facts (You're a good man, Charlie Brown)

Other female featured/Ensemble (Ma Strong, Becky, etc):

Disneyland” from Smile, A Home for You or Inside your heart from Bat Boy, A Change In Me – Beauty and the Beast, It’s a perfect relationship (Bells are ringing), Change* (A new brain), Life upon the wicked stage (show boat), Feelings (The Apple Tree), unexpected song (song and dance), They won’t let you in the Opera, A lot of jazz songs (Cole Porter in particular), a TON of Judy’s stuff* and Penthouse apartment from Ruthless!

Other male featured/Ensemble (Harry, McQueen, etc):

Any of the prince’s songs from Once Upon A Mattress., Dance with me darling** or let me walk among you (Bat boy), Rooster’s song* (Annie), look at comedy songs from Kurt Weill*, Cole Porter, Gershwins

Rent:

Mark:

I’m Not That Guy*, Public Life, or The Saddest Song from Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson, Amazing Journey, Sensation, or I’m Free from The Who’s Tommy, I’m One or Is It In My Head from Quadrophenia, I’m Alive from Next to Normal, I who have nothing (Lieber & Stoller), Freedom 90 (George Michael), Can't get enough of your love Babe or my first my last my everything (Barry White), 6th Ave heartache (The Wallflowers), Know your enemy* or favorite son (Green Day)

Roger:

Don’t do Sadness* from Spring Awakening, Louder than words” or “See Her Smile" from Tick, Tick…Boom}, Iris (Goo goo dolls)

Collins:

Can't get enough of your love Babe* (Barry White), Can't make you live me (Bonnie Rait), real life** (Tick tick boom), old man river, bui doi (miss Saigon), Empty chairs

Angel:

Wig in a box* (Hedwig), stuff from Jersey Boys, Don't let me go (Shrek), Great balls of fire, a bunch of Bowie & Queen* songs, look at Kinky boots

Benny:

Favorite son* (Green day), I'll be here (Wild Party), let it sing** (Violet)

Mimi:

Saturday Night in the City from The Wedding Singer, Bring the Future Faster** from Rooms, Safe in the City from Taboo, It Won’t Be Long Now from In The Heights, Come To Your Senses* from Tick Tick …. Boom (May be overdone at Rent, but great for her)

Joanne:

Easy to be hard (Hair), Come to your senses, safe in the City, when you're good to mama (Chicago), My Strongest Suit (Aida)},,you had me (Joss Stone), something bad or i'm breaking down** [the end reminds me of we’re ok!](Falsettos), random black girl* (homemade fusion)

Maureen:

Easy To Be Hard from Hair, The Life of the Party** from The Wild Party, My Strongest Suit from Aida, Special from Avenue Q, My friend got the role with Ireland* from Legally Blonde (and play it up like Over the Moon), Acid Queen from Tommy, Touch-A-Touch-A-Touch Me from Rocky Horror, need a lover (Pat Benatar), let me come home* (Wedding Singer)

Male Ensemble:

I who have nothing (Lieber & Stoller), Freedom 90* (George Michael), Can't get enough of your love Babe or my first my last my everything (Barry White), 6th Ave heartache (The Wallflowers), Know your enemy or favorite son* (Green Day)

Female Ensemble:

Call from the Vatican (Nine), Saturday Night in the City from The Wedding Singer, “Come to Your Senses” from Tick tick boom (probably will be suuuppper overdone at a rent audition, Safe In the City” from Taboo, Look at The Who’s Tommy, I Will Prevail from Wonderland, Forever from Shrek the Musical, Anything Natalie sings in Next to Normal… or just any female song in that show, My Strongest Suit from Aida (only really good for Maureen), The Dark I know Well is overdone but good

Grease:

Sandy:

How Lovely to be a woman (Bye bye birdie), Anything Toffee sings in Zombie Prom**, happy to keep his dinner warm, love me tender or there's always me (all shook up)}, Lonely pew (Reefer Madness) Someday (Wedding Singer), you don't have to say you love me (Dusty Springfield), Inside you heart* from Bat Boy

Danny:

how can I say goodbye* (Zombie Prom), Mary Jane/Mary Lane (Reefer Madness), I don’t want to (all shook up), it takes two (hairspray), One last kiss (bye bye birdie), serve yourself (pump boys and dinettes), Edgar’s part *of Comfort and Joy [i have kind of a weird solo cut that could do the trick] (Bat Boy), look at Crybaby

Rizzo:

Spanish rose, I don't know how to love him, big spender (sweet charity), one night with you *(All shook up), nobody's side (Chess), you don't have to say you love me** (Dusty Springfield)

Marty/Female Ensemble:

A teenager in love* (Return from the forbidden planet), fools fall in love (all shook up), change (a new brain), an English teacher (Bye bye birdie)}, whatever Lola wants (damn Yankees), stuff from Bonnie&Clyde, you don't have to say you love me, wishing and hoping*, or Son of a Preacher Man (or anything she's done, really (Dusty Springfield), a tonnn of female stuff from Bat Boy, look at Shout! A Mod Musical, a lot of pop songs of the 50s and 60s.

Kenickie/Male Ensemble:

Stuff from catch me of you can, All shook up, me (BATB), a tonnn of Male stuff from Bat Boy, Jersey Boys, Footloose, a lot of pop songs of the 50s and 60s. Earth angels (crew cuts)

Legally blonde:

Elle:

Fly, Fly, Away” - Catch Me If You Can , “Fly Into the Future**” - Vanities, “On My Way” - Violet, “How to Return Home” - Tales from the Bad Years}*

Emmet:

Freeze Your Brain” - Heathers, Wouldn't it be nice or I'll be here (Wild Party), Purpose (Ave Q), Marry me a little * Company), my next story (Glory days), They say it's wonderful (Annie Get Your Gun)}, let me walk among you (Bat boy), it took me awhile (John & Jen)

Warren:

Freeze Your Brain” - Heathers}

Wouldn't it be nice (Wild Party), The Green (Wedding Singer), Bye Room (John & Jen)

Vivienne/Brooke:

Candy Store” or “Beautiful” - Heathers, Pop!”- The Wedding Singer, Miss Byrd” -Closer Than Ever}

Margot, Pilar & Serena:

You’ve Got Possibilities”, “Getting Ready” - 13}

Pr. Callahan:

The pinstripes are all they see (Catch Me if you can), all I care about is love (Chicago), Sweet Charity,

Paulette:

Shy” - Once Upon a Mattress, “What Ever Happened to My Part” - Spamalot, “A Little Brains A Little Talent” - Damn Yankees , “As We Stumble Along” - The Drowsy Chaperone, The same old music** (Vanities), I ain't got time (Zanna don't), plain Jane fast ass (bare), Get out and stay out, change* (a new brain)

Kate & Female Ensemble:

Someday*- The Wedding Singer, Let’s Hear it for the Boy- Footloose, Mixtape- Avenue Q, Once Upon a Time- Brooklyn: The Musical, Cute Boys With Short Haircuts* or The Same Old Music or Fly Into the Future from Vanities

Grandmaster & Male Ensemble:

it takes two (hairspray), look at bring it on, Charlie’s stuff* kinky boots

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