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Cherry Waves

Cherry Waves

pairing: Paul Atreides x fem!reader word count: 9.2k warnings: fluffy smut. virginity. oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected p in v, vague mention of dom/sub, breeding kink?!?!?, etc. chubby reader, no use of y/n (however your name is daisy lol) summary: you consummate the arranged marriage to your new husband, paul atreides. author's note: this is my second story that i am posting! i've been working on this one for awhile now... absolutely adore Paul Atreides and Dune. watched both movies like 5 times and just finished up the book! waiting for the next one from the library :) also Timothée's hair in this film is just ungodly and totally unfair - like i don't know if i want to be his hair or have it?? anyways, it's fluff with smut or smut with fluff??? its cute and dirty. that is all. thank you for reading!!!!! addendum: 05/04/23 - this is picking up reads because of Dune 2 promo and i just wanted to let you know that it's poorly edited, and a sequel will be coming soon.

For the first time since you landed on Caladan, the rain has finally stopped. And for the first time since you arrived, you are completely alone with him. Your husband. You haven’t spoken more than two words to him; you’ve been nothing but frightened for the last week, afraid of your new life on this new planet. You know you are going to have to accept this new life because you have no other choice. The other thing you are going to have to accept is him.

Paul Atreides.

You watch as he kneels before a delicate blossom, eyes fixed upon the intricate folds and hues of its magenta petals. His once sharp features have softened, the angles smoothed into an expression of wonder and reverence. You’ve seen this look of his before but can’t seem to place it. His slender fingers reach out and touch the velvety surface of the flower as if he were under its spell. His dark hair, wild and unkept, falls in loose waves around his face.

While you can’t help but notice how breathtakingly handsome Paul is, it’s not his looks that initially drew you in, but rather it is his quiet intensity that captivated your attention. He turns and his green orbs take a quick scan of you. His eyes have always held a depth of knowledge and experience far beyond his years, and even now as he observes you, he knows something you don’t.

“The flowers on Caladan are a wonder to behold,” He says tepidly, almost as if he’s afraid of scaring you away. He knows you’ve been on edge the last few days, practically jumping out of your skin every time he speaks to you. He straightens, his lean frame moving gracefully as he strides toward you. “Each one is so unique, with its own fragrance and beauty. Some are delicate and sweet, like the jasmine that grows near the waterfalls, while others are bold and robust, like the wild roses that climb the cliffs.”

You are frozen in place, knees trembling beneath your skirt. Paul stops when he is in front of you, his body mere inches away. Those eyes of his, perfectly green like the forest that surrounds the two of you, sparkle with reverence. He’s been in disbelief at how strikingly beautiful you are and how you don’t even realize it. The thought of you not knowing your strength or beauty brings a sadness to him that he can’t shake; it brings forth a determination to help you see and understand your true worth.

Gently, he raises his hand and touches a finger to your temple, sweeping away a piece of black hair. Underneath the light, the strands of hair shimmer with a blue hue. He moves his attention back to your face, “Caladan didn’t have daisies until you,”

When it comes to you, Paul can’t help but be tender. He knows you’ve been through so much. He sees the turmoil etched upon your face; Paul is afraid your sadness and fright will be permanent, and he does not want to go forward if you are intimidated by him. The corners of his lips pull down, shaking as he confronts you, “I… I know that you are scared of me, Daisy,”

Your throat tightens. You aren’t scared of Paul but rather, you are scared of what lies ahead in your future with him. He’s the son of Duke Leto Atreides; Paul has responsibilities that you never dreamed of. Folding your arms around your body, you swallow dryly and think of what to say with careful consideration because you can tell that Paul is growing frustrated with your lack of reciprocity.

“My lord,” The way you regard him by his formal title makes his chest constrict. He does not want such formalities when it’s just the two of you but he bites back the urge to correct you. He impatiently awaits the rest of your words. Your eyes cast downward, afraid to look him in the eye as you confess, “I’m not scared of you. I’m scared of the responsibilities that come with being your wife. I do not want to burden House Atreides.”

Concern floods Paul’s face and he is quick to shake his head. His brow knits together and he rushes to speak, the words tumbling out before he can think about what he’s saying, “Daisy, you need to understand that I didn’t choose this life either -”

He stops and inhales deeply to calm himself. Paul takes a step closer and the gap between your bodies narrows. Immediately, you can’t help but notice how his scent is a tantalizing combination of rain and a woody floral. It makes you think of safety. Paul drops his voice to a whisper, “I have responsibilities to House Atreides that I can’t simply ignore. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care about you or that I won’t do everything in my power to protect you.”

“You don’t even know me,” Your voice shakes with emotion. This isn’t how you address nobility but damn Paul’s title. His status brings forth an apprehension that claws inside your already rattled heart. You have known each other for less than ten days and yet here he is, declaring protection with everything he has. However, despite his best effort you still feel like a burden. He’s too young to feel like this - he has his entire life ahead of him and now? He has a wife to take care of. Your eyes snap up and you breathe out, “You shouldn’t have to deal with this, any of this…”

Paul studies your face, sensing your doubts and your burdens. Your eyes remain clouded with fear and melancholy. Oh, how Paul yearns to alleviate your concerns and set your mind at ease, but he feels helpless in doing so. His father never taught him how to be a loving husband; Paul is only schooled in politics and the responsibilities of a Duke. Navigating the complexity of matrimony has never been part of his training.

“I understand that this might be difficult for you to understand,” He cups your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb. Paul realizes this is the most affectionate he’s ever been with someone and it breaks his heart knowing this is the first time you are on the receiving end. He silently vows to give you all the love he has. As he speaks, warmth radiates off his words, “You are not a burden, and you will never be a burden to me because we are in this together, Daisy. You are my family now. I promise we will figure this out, together.”

Tears swell in your eyes, “I’m sorry, m’lord -”

“Daisy,” He sharply cuts you off, “You don’t have to apologize - none of this is your fault, okay?”

Paul leans his forehead against yours, “We are a team now. You are my wife and I will do everything I can to protect you.”

You close your eyes, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. Paul is quick to wipe them away and much to your surprise, he kisses each of your eyelids. Your hands cling to his waist, suddenly desperate to keep him close. Paul notices the change and feels your urgency as if you are afraid of him slipping away. He responds by planting butterfly kisses on every inch of skin he can reach. More tears crash down and Paul sweeps them away. You can’t help but giggle at the valiant effort that your husband is making to make you feel better.

The sound of your giggle makes Paul giddy and it causes his stomach to flip. He’s never felt like this before. His lips stretch into a smile as he continues to assault your beautiful face with endless amounts of affection. Paul stops for a brief moment, pulling away to see how your face has brightened. You look like sunshine now and it leaves him breathless.

Your eyes flutter open, wanting to see why your husband has stopped. Paul is peering at you with so much love and admiration that it makes your breath hitch inside your chest. You have never felt so safe and so adored. A look flickers across his verdant eyes and before you can say anything, Paul captures your lips with his.

Technically, this is not the first time he has kissed you but this kiss is exceptionally better than the one you were forced to share at the ceremony. This kiss felt natural and it felt right. There is a certain innocence to how he is applying soft pressure against your lips. Almost as if he’s afraid of breaking you. You want more, no, you need more. You can’t get enough and truth be told, neither can Paul. A desire ignites inside him and his stomach coils as something stirs inside his pants -

“Paul!”

The interruption causes you to jump but for Paul, the interruption of Gurney Halleck angers him. You are blushing at being caught in a compromising position, hiding your face against Paul’s chest as the future Duke turns to the weapon teacher. Annoyed, Paul scowls at the smirk on Gurney’s face. Gurney didn’t think Paul had it in him because truthfully, Gurney didn’t support the arranged marriage; he had his own misgivings and predictions about you. But upon seeing this revelation, Gurney’s opinion swiftly changed.

“My apologies for the interruption,” Gurney clears his throat, “My lord, may I remind you that your weapon’s master doesn’t like to be kept waiting…”

Paul glares at Gurney before turning his attention back to you, his face softening into that of a lovesick puppy. Your face is still pressing into his chest. Gently, he lifts your head and sweetly kisses your cheek, murmuring, “I will see you later, okay?”

Unwillingly, Paul tears himself away from you and stalks toward Gurney who is patiently waiting by the edge of the garden. Gurney, having known Paul since he was a wee little one, chuckles at the bulge in the young master’s pants. When Paul is close enough, Gurney leans over and mutters, “May I suggest a cold shower before training?”

Paul’s face turns bright red upon realizing what Gurney is talking about.

Throughout weapon training, Paul is distracted. His thoughts are consumed by you. Gurney notices and finds himself pushing the young boy harder, and harder. Paul mustn’t give in to thoughts of temptation. Gurney barks order after order, hitting Paul over and over until the boy is on the ground, huffing and puffing, sweat pouring down his face.

A look of determination etches upon Paul’s face as he lifts himself from the ground, swinging his blade around and glaring at Gurney. Paul is about to lunge at his weapon’s trainer but Gurney makes the quick decision to draw the session to a close because it’s clear, they won’t get much farther than this.

“Paul,” Gurney orders, raising his hand for the boy to halt, “That’s enough for today,”

“I’m not done yet,” Paul hisses, clutching the handle of his blade. He eyes as Gurney walks over to the table of weapons and begins to clean them, buffing the blade until it shines.

“Your skills are improving Paul,” Gurney says gruffly, “But there’s something else you need to learn if you want to be a good husband,”

Paul looks at Gurney with a quizzical look, unsure of how being a husband has anything to do with a training session. The young master huffs, “What are you talking about, Gurney?”

“What I mean, boy, is that being a good husband takes more than just sword skills,” Gurney replies, his tone serious. “You need to have control over your thoughts.”

Paul blushes, had it really been that obvious? He sheepishly admits, “I… I guess I was a bit distracted...”

“A bit?” Gurney guffaws, throwing his head back. Paul’s naivety is something else. He presses, “You spent two hours thinking of your wife - this type of distraction is unacceptable, young master Paul. What are you going to do when an enemy has overpowered you?”

“I have my shield -” Gurney is swift to penetrate the forcefield of an unsuspecting Paul. The defence shield vibrates at the intrusion causing Paul to stumble, his green eyes snap to his waist where the blade is hovering above his sweat-soaked shirt. Paul lets out a sigh of frustration, feeling like he has not only let himself down but Gurney as well.

Gurney scorns, “How many times have I told you? The defence shield is only -”

“As good as the person wielding the sword,” Paul finishes Gurney’s sentence. Gurney ignores Paul and continues with his speech, “Even the most powerful shield can be breached by a skilled warrior and no matter how advanced or sophisticated your shield technology is, if you can’t properly use your sword, you are vulnerable to an attack.”

Gurney sheathed his blade, eyeing Paul who looks defeated. Gurney lets out a exhale, “Paul, marriage is a lot like weapon training. You have to be willing to put in the work, to learn and grow together, and to be there for each other through thick and thin.”

Paul turns off his defence shield and runs his finger along the edge of the blade, fascinated by the vulnerability - one wrong move and he could cut himself, and bleed to death. Suddenly, the weight of being a husband falls on his shoulders and he thinks about the promise he made to protect you. He's liable for another person now and he wonders if he's even ready for the responsibility of having a wife. The young master mutters, “What happens if I can’t keep my promise of protecting her?”

Gurney furrows his brow and gives Paul a stern look, “Then you’ll have failed not only her, but yourself as well,” he says firmly, “A true warrior doesn’t waste time worrying about the what-ifs. Instead, focus on the task at hand and what you can do to prevent it. Train harder, study your enemy, and always be one step ahead. The best way to protect her is to be prepared for anything that comes your way and that means forcing yourself not to think frivolous thoughts about her,”

Paul grimly nods but Gurney sees the young boy hasn’t been convinced yet. Gurney feels for him; this is new territory and Paul has yet to find the best way to navigate it. Gurney continues, “As for your wife, you cannot be with her every moment of the day, but you can teach her to be just as skilled with the sword as you are.”

Paul hurries down the corridor of his family's castle, trying to get back to you as soon as possible. He is so excited to see your face that his stomach is churning with anticipation. He wants to hold you, touch you, kiss you. You are all he’s been thinking about and he is so close to seeing you again. Paul accelerates around the corner and nearly collides with his father, Duke Leto Atreides. Paul is caught off guard and he stumbles back.

Duke Leto regards his son with a knowing look as if he had been waiting for Paul. Leto watches as Paul straightens himself out, smoothing and adjusting the black tunic with the House of Atreides symbol on his chest. Paul suddenly feels nervous being in the presence of his father, he’s unsure of what to say or do. Paul waits for instruction.

“Paul,” His father nods. Leto knew that Paul would be in this area of the castle because Gurney had already informed him. In fact, Gurney had also informed the Duke of the kiss that the young master and his lady shared in the garden - Gurney said it wasn’t just any kiss either. It was the kiss; the type of kiss that would’ve certainly led to something more had it not been for Paul’s strict training schedule.

Leto is amused by his son’s red face which is impatient and restless. The Duke knows that Paul will not disobey his orders and decides his teachings in matrimony couldn't have come at a better time. He offers a smile to Paul, “Relax, son - Gurney told me you’d be here,”

Paul clears his throat and nods, “Yes, my lord - can I help you with anything?” Paul is dreading the answer and finds himself becoming resentful toward the Duke because now, Paul has been delayed from seeing you. When the Duke gives a curt nod, Paul’s stomach drops - why did he have to be such a fool and ask such a question?

“Yes, Paul. There is something you could help me with,” the Duke motions for Paul to follow him down the corridor of their castle. As they walk through the dimly lit castle, the glowglobes above them illuminate the towering walls made of rough-hewn gray stone. The Duke’s footsteps reverberate through the long, empty hall, echoing off the walls and filling the silent space.

Leto thinks about how small Paul used to be and how it seems like it was only yesterday that Paul was running around the castle and playing pretend with all of his imaginary friends. He has grown into a tall, handsome young man but despite all of his training and teachings, Paul still has yet to master his stoicism. Leto notes how Paul's lips are pursed with muted animosity - his son is annoyed with him. The Duke is amused by this; he knows he is yet another barrier keeping Paul from his new wife.

As the Duke regards his son, he realizes that Gurney is right. Paul is completely smitten by you and those verdant eyes of his are pooled with so much love that it spills out. His infatuation with you is written across Paul's face. This is a side of his son that he has never seen before. It pleases him because originally, Leto was resistant to the arranged marriage brought on by the Padishah Emperor who insisted that Paul take one of his daughters from House Corrino.

The Duke knows that this type of look on royalty is frowned upon and that it may be seen as a weakness. But Leto cannot help but feel proud of his son for allowing himself to feel and express intense emotions. In a world where political alliances rule, it is a rare and precious thing to see someone unabashedly show love and affection. Leto thinks of his own reasons for not marrying his concubine, Lady Jessica, and does not wish for Paul to be burdened with the same regrets.

With a sense of determination, the Duke decides to do everything in his power to help Paul build a strong and loving relationship with you. Leto refrains from chastising his son about his open display of affection because he realizes that Paul needs guidance on other matters; matters attaining to the bedroom.

He knows Paul has received the talk about procreation but Leto is about to give his son advice on proper lovemaking. It's a topic he was unwilling to breach but Lady Jessica was insistent that it happens tonight as it's obvious the newlyweds will be consummating the marriage sooner than later; she gave her own advice to you earlier and now, it is the Duke's turn.

He takes a deep breath, carefully selecting his words. He doesn't want to scare Paul and begins imparting his knowledge with a casual statement, “Gurney informed me of your training session,” He pauses when he realizes that Paul isn't paying attention to him. However, the Duke presses on, “Paul, you’re a husband now. You have a wife - a beautiful wife -”

“She is beautiful, isn’t she?” Paul interjects rather dreamily as a dazed look crosses his eyes. There he goes again, letting his love spill out. Leto realizes that he'll have to remind Paul about the importance of keeping his emotions in check but for now, it could wait.

"Yes, she is. And now that you're a husband, there are certain things you must do and certain things you must not do," Leto stops and turns to his son, watching as Paul's expression changes to that of confusion. "You are responsible for her happiness, her sadness - your actions will directly affect her well-being."

Paul slowly nods, taking in his father's words. Leto cocks his head to the side, asking, "Son, do you know how to keep your wife happy?"

The young master shakes his head and casts his gaze downward - no, he doesn't know how to keep you happy. And it's been plaguing him all day. It's what kept him distracted during weapon training. But when his father speaks again, it's not the type of advice he was expecting to hear: "Listen very carefully, Paul. I’m going to tell you the secret to keeping your wife happy -"

Leto glances around, making sure that they were alone and just for added measure, he lowers his voice, “You’re going to kiss her lips, kiss her until you can’t breathe. And your hands, they’re going to touch her. Everywhere. Slowly at first, but with purpose...”

Paul's face grows hot with discomfort and simply put, he's dumbfounded by these instructions; it takes him a minute to realize that his father is giving advice on foreplay. His cheeks burn crimson. He's hesitant, feeling like a fool for asking such a silly question, “How do I know if she likes it?”

"Oh, you'll know, son … you'll know," His father's eyes darken and it startles Paul. His father inches closer, his voice dropping to an even lower octave, “Your fingers and tongue are tools, they will aid you in making your wife happy."

This advice is the limit of the boundary Leto is willing to cross. He's unwilling to give any more as it is up to his son to learn that not every woman is the same and that what Lady Jessica likes might not be what Lady Daisy likes. Leto also doesn't want to scar his son with his own prowess because what he and Jessica do in their bedroom is none of Paul's business.

But of course, Paul can't help but wonder how his father knows such things and it quickly dawns on the young master that the Duke does these things with Paul’s mother - is this the reason for their happiness? The thought makes him feel uneasy and strange. He never thought sex could have such a profound effect on a relationship but it makes sense. Paul suddenly understands the gravity of his father's advice and the complexity it will bring to his own marriage; ultimately, Paul is frightened yet intrigued by the idea that his tongue and fingers will help him in the pursuit of your happiness.

Paul's brows knit together and he gazes down at his fingers, watching as he repetitively curls and uncurls them. He clarifies, "I can... I use them... on her?"

"Yes, Paul. Use them on your wife - and remember to listen to her. Nonverbal cues are still cues, her sighs and moans will tell you everything you need to know," His father sees Paul struggling to hold back the utter panic and he feels for the young boy who is about to become a man. Leto remembers feeling the same way when it came to bedding Lady Jessica for the first time. He places a reassuring hand on Paul's shoulder and adds: "The most important part is consent, Paul … remember, you have an entire lifetime to spend with her. Don't feel like you need to rush through it all tonight."

Paul nods, his throat tight and dry. The prospect of seeing you makes him anxious, and despite knowing that he desires you with every fibre of his being, he can’t shake off the uneasiness of being a disappointment. What if he can’t please you? What if he can’t perform? Will this make you love him less?

“Breathe, son. Breathe.” The Duke pats his son's shoulder and gives an encouraging smile, “You’ll do fine, Paul. I’ll see that a change is made for your weapon training session tomorrow and I’ll make sure that Gurney Halleck doesn’t bother the happy couple.”

“Have a nice evening son, and be safe,” with that, Duke Leto Atreides departs, leaving Paul alone in the corridor to ponder on what lies ahead of him tonight.

The young master leans against the cool stone and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths to steady himself. The weight of responsibility and expectations from both his father and his new wife weighs heavily on his conscience. Paul has to remind himself that he loves you and he is willing to do anything to make you happy.

The sound of the bedroom door opening startles you. Quickly, you stand. Hands trembling as they smooth out the cream-coloured negligee that adorns your body. It was a gift from Paul’s mother; she gave it to you earlier. It seems that gossip travels around the castle at an alarming rate because not even an hour after you and Paul were seen kissing in the garden, Lady Jessica was pulling you to the side for a little chat because she seems to think that tonight is the night that you finally consummate your marriage.

And she’s right because the moment Paul steps into the room, and closes the door behind him - locking it - you know exactly what is about to happen. Paul stands across from you, eyes blazing at the sight of you, drinking in your body. He’s wearing his usual black tunic. His wavy hair looks even more dishevelled than before. His cheeks are rosy. And once again, his eyes capture you and pull you into those pools of emerald. Every ounce of his love surrounds you and it spreads like wildfire across your body.

You can't believe that Paul Atreides is yours. He's so unbelievably handsome with his aquiline nose, his high-cheek bones, and his slender neck that tapers gracefully into his lean shoulders. He oozes noble lineage and the thought of providing Paul with an heir makes you giddy.

“My lord,” You finally speak. You give a curtsy, bowing your head in the process. Paul cringes; he hates when you call him by his formal title. He despises it. It makes his blood boil. He takes several long strides until he is standing in front of you. Paul places his fingers beneath your chin, lifting your head until your eyes meet his.

For a moment, you look… frightened. But there’s something else hiding in those russet-coloured eyes of yours. Paul softens, he’s suddenly all too aware that he still has the remnants of distaste written across his face. “Daisy, please… when it’s just the two of us - Just you and me - call me Paul,”

It almost feels like treason disregarding his title but he doesn’t want such formalities with you. Never. Ever. Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and you nod, "Of course, my -"

You swallow his title and shakily breathe out, "Paul," his name sounds foreign as it leaves your lips. You feel … naughty calling him by his name. You don’t think you’ve ever regarded Paul as such, not even during your marriage vows did you call him just Paul. His name leaves your lips once more, “Paul,”

The way you say his name makes him smile. He smiles so wide that his teeth make an appearance and the skin by his eyes crinkles with delight. He softly replies, "Daisy,"

You return the smile and your eyes glisten with adoration as you and Paul regard each other with a newfound appreciation as if you're meeting him for the first time. It might as well be since the first few days were tumultuous, filled with uncertainty and a longing to be anywhere that wasn't Caladan. But now, all you want to be is with him.

Paul can't help himself anymore and gives into temptation, his eyes glancing down at the negligee your body is adorned with. It’s a bit tight and it leaves almost nothing to the imagination; he's able to see the colour of your flesh through the transparent silk. His eyes linger on the imprints of your breasts as they poke through the fabric but what really intrigues Paul is the secret that lies between your thighs. Paul notices the strap of your negligee has started to slip down your shoulder and he reaches up to adjust it, his fingers gently brushing against your collarbone as he does so.

Immediately, he notices that the simple touch has caused goosebumps to explode across the surface of your skin followed by a tinge of red. Paul is fascinated by this change and wonders what other reactions you have in store for him. Meanwhile, you're growing impatient with him. You wish he'd just kiss you already because you miss the feeling of his lips against yours. But he doesn't and unbeknownst to you, Paul is planning to take his sweet time.

Paul steps back, unbuttoning the top of his tunic. He's never gotten used to the tightness of his uniform and he lets out a sigh of relief. His eyes briefly glance at you standing there. You look annoyed by his actions and this amuses him.

You begin to shift on the balls of your heels, teeth biting into your lower lip as you think ‘patience is a virtue’. Paul has had a long day of weapons training and royal responsibilities. Surely, he is tired. But you have also waited all day for him and waiting a few more minutes sounds torturous - maybe if you ask him to kiss you, he'll listen.

"Please, Paul..." Your voice comes out whinier than intended. You feel embarrassed but it's Paul's reaction to your petulance that makes the pink colour in your cheeks deepen into crimson.

He pauses, a single eyebrow of his raising as his lips lift into a playful smirk. "Please, what, Daisy?"

Paul watches you through those thick, dark eyelashes of his. He waits for your answer and what you're unaware of is that he has enough patience to wait forever. After all, he is the son of a duke. Since birth, he's been taught to endure and persevere.

“I-I…” You stutter, feeling suddenly overwhelmed by the look clouding over in Paul’s verdant eyes. It causes an unfamiliar feeling to stir inside you and your thoughts quickly become a jumbled, incoherent mess. But thankfully, what you can recall is Lady Jessica’s advice: if you can’t tell him, show him.

Slowly, you walk forward with Paul watching your every move. Your fingers tremble as you reach for the button of his tunic, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. As you unbutton his tunic, you quietly inquire, “How was your weapons training?”

Your question brings a sense of closeness that you’ve never experienced before. But truth be told, you don’t care about his weapon training. You just think it’ll help speed things up a bit. But Paul is distracted. His gaze lingers on your face; he’s admiring the smattering of freckles that dance along the bridge of your nose. You glance at him and see that his lips are still curved into an adoring smile. It makes your heart swell.

Paul finally answers your question but his words fall on deaf ears because your mind is distracted by the sight of his lean waist. You find yourself growing envious of his body and begin to feel insecure because there is no denying the fact that your body is fuller than his, your bits fleshy and pudgy. Of course, Paul sees the change in your face and at first, he’s confused. But as he watches your eyes studying his body, particularly his perfectly flat stomach, he realizes what is bothering you.

"Oh, Daisy..." He coos. His voice breaks through your thoughts and you look at him, puzzled. Paul tilts his head to the side and traces his finger along your rotund jawline. Truth be told, he adores the ampleness of your body. He’s been admiring your curves for days and now, he finally has the opportunity to touch them. Paul is filled with the utmost delight at the prospect of being smothered by you body that’s bigger than his.

It is this exact thought that unleashes Paul from his restraints and he leans down, capturing your lips with his. You sigh happily and instantly forget about your jealousy. You relish the feeling of his supple lips pressing against yours - finally. He places a hand on the nape of your neck and the other on your hip, fingers digging into your thick flesh. He eagerly presses his body against yours, but it’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.

This kiss is different than the one in the garden. It's urgent. Needy. Paul is eager for more and he deepens it by swiping his tongue against your bottom lip. Your mouth opens - you've never been kissed like this before and at first, you're timid. Unsure of what to do. But Paul seems to be just as lost as you are. It doesn't stop either of you from trying.

Time blurs and for several minutes, it's nothing but a kindling mess of trembling hands and soft, wet noises. There is no rhythm and there is no tempo. Paul is sucking your tongue into his mouth and next, you're nipping at his lower lip; he growls when you do so. The growl reverberates through your body and dissolves into a heavy pleasure that presses down into your core.

Your lungs are desperate for fresh air and reluctantly, you separate. Your chest heaves against Paul’s and you gaze at him, noting how his eyes are still closed, lost in the throes of passion. His lips are swollen, bee-stung. Your lips are swollen too. Paul begins to run his hands up and down your back, his feathery touch tickles and you giggle softly at the sensation. His eyes snap open, verdant eyes flickering with burning desire.

“Do you want to lie down?” His voice is low-pitched but clear, his intentions are polite and sincere. He'll never stop being a duke even during the most intimate of times. He presses his forehead against yours, patiently waiting for an answer.

"Yes," Your voice shakes. He takes your hand and leads you to the bed. Tension begins to simmer beneath the surface and it causes your throat to dry up, making it difficult to speak. Those pesky nerves have come back and you wish they hadn't because you were having so much fun before -

“Are you okay?” Paul asks lowering your body down first before sliding his body next to yours. Your stomach is violently fluttering and you can only nod in response. You wonder if he can hear how fast your heart is beating.

Paul can just tell by wavering doubt on your face that you’re not okay. He peers at you, his face full of concern. He speaks, “Tell me you’re okay, Daisy,”

You swallow dryly and nod for a second time. Your fingers are gripping his arm because you are afraid that if you let go, he might disappear. It takes you another minute to gather yourself.

“I’m o-okay,” Breathlessly, you repeat, “I’m okay,”

This time it's Paul’s turn to nod. His lips turn into a soft, reassuring smile. He tenderly tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and addresses your concerns, “We don’t have to do this - we don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to,”

Your heart tumbles over its own rhythm and you quickly shake your head. You want this - you want him. You want him to penetrate you with the bulge that has been steadily growing in his pants. You whisper, “But… but what if I do want it?”

He bites into his growing smile, trying to hide his excitement. He’s thrilled that you feel the same way and he loves hearing you speak. He wishes that you’d do it more and he knows in time that you will. As his father said, Paul has an entire lifetime to spend with you.

“Make love to me, Paul…” Your confession is quiet. Barely audible. Paul is unsure if he has even heard you but at the sight of your blushing cheeks, he knows that he wasn’t dreaming. You are silently pleading that he feels the way because if he doesn’t, you might just perish from embarrassment.

Paul pauses to watch the look of yearning etch itself across your face. You start to shift beneath the intensity of his gaze, your eyes dropping down. That’s when Paul feels your hands moving down his body. Your fingers latch onto his trousers, attempting to unbutton them but you’re having trouble, and it’s making you flustered.

Paul is loving every second of it. He enjoys how your brows have furrowed in concentration and he particularly likes the frustration growing on your face. You bite your lower lip and impatiently huff as you give up. You realize he’s been watching you this entire time and your eyes snap to his. You glare at the coltish expression on his face. Paul finds your exasperation endearing.

You bury your face into his arm, mumbling, “Paul, make love to me…”

Blood rushes through his body and goes straight down to the bulge straining against his trousers. He loves your wantonness and he wants to hear you beg for it again. He pulls your face away from his skin, eyes devouring you. As he holds your chin between his hands, Paul demands, “Say it again,”

You can’t help but glare again at him. He knows you won’t disobey. You speak, voice clipped with precise ardency, “Paul Atreides, my lord, will you please fuck me?”

The mixture of his full name and his title sends his blood into a frenzy. If he was already turned on before, then what’s happening to his body now? One thing for sure is that you don’t have to ask again because, within a minute, Paul has hastily thrown off his trousers and he’s now completely naked.

Your eyes, well… your eyes are instantly locked onto the appendage between your husband’s thighs. Of course, you have seen what a phallus looks like in art and in scientific videos. But in comparison to Paul’s, those examples were tiny and they definitely did not prepare you for the real thing.

His cock is so engorged and so pink, the tip of it glistening with some sort of secretion. As he moves his body back down to the bed, his cock twitches and bobs. He sees your fascination and watches how you are practically salivating over his well-endowed gift. Your core squirms with anticipation and your thighs involuntarily flex at the thought of him being inside you.

“Do you want to touch it?” His voice is timid, hesitating to request such a thing from his innocent wife but he’s held back long enough. Paul is so sure that he’s going to burst at any second - he watches as you reach out, hand faltering at second thoughts. Paul inhales sharply, “Touch me, Daisy, please…”

When your fingers brush against the tip of his cock, he shudders and his stomach constricts causing his cock to quiver. You quickly look up at him, wondering if you had hurt him but it’s clear you haven’t. He has an intense but dazed look on his face and he’s biting down on his lower lip, restraining himself. Paul is holding himself back and persevering through the pure torture you’re currently putting him through.

You wonder what’ll happen if you firmly grasp his cock, so your hand wraps around his girthy shaft and a throaty groan escapes from deep inside Paul’s body. His reaction pleases you and slowly, you continue to drag your hand down until it rests against the furry tufts on the base of his cock.

You notice how Paul’s chest is heaving and he’s pressing his body into the mattress, hands gripping the sheets, knuckles almost turning white. He looks at you through half-lidded eyes, pleading for more but you’re taking your time, exploring his body, finding ways to incite reactions from him. You know he’s enjoying your hand gliding up and down his cock but what if… what if you were to taste him? You readjust your body so that you’re sitting with your mouth hovering over his cock.

“Daisy, what’re you…” Paul says, his voice deeper than usual. You lick the tip of his cock, tasting the pearly secretion that has been leaking out. Paul gasps, swearing under his breath. You lick his cock again and once more, Paul reacts with a throaty gasp. You’ve overpowered him with one simple move and now he’s yours. It is at this moment that Paul realizes he is supposed to be listening to your sighs and moans but instead, you’re listening to his.

He watches as you thoroughly lick the tip of his cock. The sensation is immaculate and he’s struggling to remain cool and composed. You aren’t exactly sure what you’re doing but you’re enjoying the smoothness and warmth of his arousal. You seal your lips around him and slowly, very tentatively, lower your mouth down. Paul groans loudly and his hand finds the back of your head, his fingers gripping your hair so that it’s not in the way of his view.

The sight of you, mouth full of his throbbing cock, practically sends him over the edge. He has to restrain himself by closing his eyes and silently begging that he doesn’t ejaculate - he can’t. Not yet. He’s trying to convince himself that it’s your turn to be pleasured but when his cock hits the back of your throat, you gag and the sound makes him completely forget everything. His eyes snap open, watching as you bring your mouth back up, leaving a trail of spit pooling down his cock.

“D-Da-Daisy,” Paul sputters out, completely out of breath. You ignore him, dragging both your hands along his quivering cock. He struggles to find his words but when he does, he orders, “Stop,”

He grabs your hands and pulls them off his body. Shocked, you look at him. He looks like a man who has just been to hell and back. His hair is beyond dishevelment, strands of it sticking to his damp forehead. His eyes are wild, his once verdant eyes have been taken over by expanded pupils that have blackened out any colour.

Before you can ask what you did wrong, Paul is tugging off the negligee and exposing your naked body to him for the first time. His eyes sweep over every nook and cranny, noting every bulge of abundance. He’s taking inventory, marking his favourite areas. He’s particularly drawn to your breasts and how they swell against your chest, gravity pulling down the pillows of dough. They look rather heavy to Paul and he just has to reach up to grasp them. God, they’re so soft and perfect. He’s quick to lower his mouth, latching it onto your perky nipple. The sensation of his tongue swiping over the sensitive bud makes you gasp, “Paul,”

He grins against your skin and can’t help himself, he just has to nibble at the fleshy softness of your chest, which causes you to gasp. Your hand grabs the back of Paul’s head, fingers kneading through his hair, locking him there because your breasts absolutely love the attention. Meanwhile, Paul feels like he is in heaven, sighing happily as little noises continue to escape from your mouth.

Simply put, he can’t get enough of you. He licks and sucks your breasts as if they were ripe fruits, his tongue sweet and rough against the sensitive flesh. He alternates between too much and not enough, which creates a perplexed feeling between your hips, right in the crest of your crotch. It’s vague, incomplete. You have never felt such a thing before tonight. You flex your thighs, hoping that you can rid yourself of the unnatural feeling.

With his mouth still attached to your breast, Paul takes his hand and plants it on the inside of your thigh. This movement doesn’t help the unnatural feeling that has been steadily growing and you squirm, hoping Paul doesn’t notice. Of course, he does and he detaches himself to peer at you. He loves how pink and splotchy your cheeks have gotten, and he loves how your eyes have narrowed into a lusty squint.

Testing you, he drags his fingers upward. His cock throbs at how saturated your thighs have gotten. He doesn’t even think you’re aware of the wetness seeping from your flower and he cups your fuzzy mound, which causes you to squeal in surprise. The sudden intrusion is too much and you’re squirming out of his grasp. Paul is quick and wraps his other arm around your body. He’s strong enough to hold you, keeping you locked against him.

With his voice barely above a whisper, Paul asks, “Can I?”

You swallow hard. You desperately want him to touch you down there but you’re terrified of what might happen because you heard that unnatural things can occur. Paul senses your worry and feels your hesitation, and immediately takes his hand away - consent is the most important thing. You can’t help but notice how your pussy suddenly feels lonely now…

However, those thoughts are quickly pushed away because Paul pulls your body down with his, your chest colliding with his as he lies underneath you. You feel like you’re crushing him and for a third time, you begin to squirm.

“Daisy,” His grip tightens. You stop squirming and sheepishly glance up at him. He’s gazing at you, with so much love and adoration, that it makes your breathing hitch inside your throat. Paul whispers, “You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.”

The compliment makes you blush, your skin reddening even more. You confess, “I’m not a woman yet -”

“Yet,” Paul interjects and shifts so that your body is lying next to his. He kisses your temple, “Lay back and relax, I’m going to try something…”

You’re reluctant for Paul to see such an intimate part of you. He pleads, eyes begging for a chance. He murmurs, “Just trust me, okay?”

His words make you reconsider. You decide to trust your husband and you lay down, inhaling to calm yourself. But the moment Paul places his hands on your legs, your heart rate spikes and rattles against your chest. As he spreads you open, he looks at your flower with reverence. It’s so puffy, so pink and so wet that it glistens beneath the glowglobes.

He positions his body between your thighs, his cock rubs against the inner flesh, and you shudder at the sensation. He looks at you, worried. You shake your head, “Paul, I need you…”

At your request, he is so quick to touch you. His finger slides along your folds. You suck in and bite down on your lower lip, holding back. But Paul yearns to hear you, and he does it again, repeating the movement. A small groan escapes and it’s all the encouragement that he needs. Through heavy-lidded eyes, you see that he is in deep concentration, studying as your hips jerk when he presses his palm against a sensitive little nub that’s hiding between your petals. As he does it again, your mouth goes slack and a moan slips out. He begins to circle it with determination, knowing this must be the spot.

There’s a liquid heat pooling in your core and the more pressure he adds, the less you can take it. You are back to squirming beneath his touch, gasping and groaning at the pressure building inside. It’s such a foreign feeling - you feel like you’re going to burst open. You feel scared about what might happen. You want Paul to stop, yet you don’t. Everything is so conflicting and your throat is parched, and you want your husband to look at you. But Paul is so engrossed in what he’s doing - he’s absolutely fascinated at the stickiness that seeps through your magnificent folds.

Unable to take much more, you reach down and grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. At first, he’s baffled. He was so sure that you were enjoying his hard work - your eyes are hungry, having not been satiated yet. The look sends a chill down his spine and when you whimper, his cock twitches.

If he wants to make you a woman, it needs to happen now. You whimper again, “Paul, I need you … I need you inside of me,”

“Are … are you sure, Daisy?” He asks, eyes glazing over. You nod and reach up to caress his cheek. Paul is so unbelievably sweet. He begins to trail kisses along your stomach, tongue dipping into your belly button causing you to throw your head back into the pillow. He grins wolfishly and continues marking his territory, relentlessly teasing you until you are nothing but a wet, blubbering mess.

Finally, after a lifetime has passed, Paul sweetly kisses your lips and his cock brushes against your swollen labia. The first meeting. Wetness against wetness. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling his shoulders down into your body. Paul steadies himself, his chest puffing out with excitement as he lines the tip of his cock against your entrance.

“Fuck,” He hisses. Paul knows it’s going to be a tight fit and he’s worried about hurting you. He plants a tender kiss against your jaw, whispering, “Tell me if I hurt you, okay?”

You nod, shutting your eyes and moaning out as his cock begins to nudge inside. It’s definitely a little too large for comfort and your body is resisting - you have to order yourself to relax. And when he’s finally pushed past, there’s a popping sensation. It’s quick and it hurts, pain shooting through your pelvis. You wince.

Paul notices and stops, he attempts to pull out but you’re quick to lock your legs around his. His lips move against your skin, “Am I hurting you?”

“No,” You sniffle, shaking your head. But Paul can see straight through your lie. He asks the question again, shifting because he’s afraid of causing you pain. This time, you answer truthfully, “It hurts but your cock… it feels so good, Paul - don’t stop, please don’t stop -”

He listens and continues to push his hips forward. Your eyes remain closed but your mouth hangs open, little mewling noises coming forth. Paul struggles to remain composed as your tight cunt swallows his girth. At a glacial pace, he pushes into your body and buries his face into the crook of your neck. He’s struggling not to cum because, for him, the suction of your velvety walls is swiftly driving him toward the edge.

“You’re such a good girl,” He’s barely audible, hands gripping the side of your protruding stomach. He gives one final thrust, grunting, “Cunt so goddamn tight,”

His cock is fully inside, buried to the hilt. You’re gasping, fireworks sparking behind your eyelids. Your hands are trailing along his back, nails digging into fevered flesh. It still hurts but it’s a good type of hurt. He begins rocking his hips, slowly at first, stretching out your virgin cunt. The mixture of pain and pleasure has you splitting open, crying out, “Oh, fuck! Paul!”

For a moment, Paul thinks he’s hurting you again and he pauses. You hiss at him, “My lord, just fuck me already,”

Your lord does not like that. He sits up on his knees, arms placed on either side of you and hovers over your body. It glistens with sweat and you’re eyes have snapped open at the sudden loss. You see that Paul’s eyebrows are knitted together, irritated that you brought up his nobility. He pulls out, noting the smear of crimson around his cock but doesn’t think twice about it and shoves it back inside.

You cry out, “My lord,”

He seethes, biting down on his lower lip and begins to rapidly thrust in and out. You want to be properly fucked and he’s giving you exactly what you want. The room fills with your cries of pleasure as Paul spitefully fucks your sweet cunt. The same sweet cunt that is making crude, wet noises, making it impossible not to spill his seed right then and there.

He wants to make sure that you finish too but Paul knows he’s close. He feels the familiar sensation of an orgasm building inside; he knows the feeling all too well because he’s no stranger to masturbation. In fact, he’s spilled his seed onto this very bed many times in the past year. He’s restraining himself, the friction starting to become too much for him - the tight coil wants to snap and he can’t stop thinking about filling your womb with his seed.

He shudders, willing himself to slow down so that you can catch up to him. His thrusting turns tender and he begins to lovingly guide his cock into your body, burying it against your hilt. Paul notices that you like this more because your moans have become guttural, coming from somewhere deep. He does it again, fully burrowing his cock in your velvety walls. They are contracting, practically convincing Paul to spill his seed. He's barely able to resist the temptation.

You seem to be fighting your own demons and reaching for something that you aren’t even sure exists. Certainly, it must because what else is this feeling that has pooled inside your belly? The liquid is hot, near boiling point. Each time Paul thrusts his cock, it hits a spot and it makes your cunt convulse, and your eyes roll back because the stimulation is too much.

Your hands grip Paul’s strong arms, nails digging into his flesh. Paul reaches down between your bodies, fingers fondling your fuzzy little mound as he remains buried inside. He pushes your puffy lips apart and presses your button. It sends a jolt through your body and you bellow out, “Paul!”

He presses his thumb against the sensitive little nub and glides his cock against that spot, and you’re so close - so close. Paul pushes his cock into the depths of your cunt, practically tearing into your womb. His cock quivers against the friction of your walls and he shudders, eyes closing tight while his hand continues to work your clitoris. He wills himself not to cum but it’s useless because, within seconds, he’s shooting his hot, thick load into your tight, breedable cunt.

You cry out, feeling as Paul’s arousal fills you. It’s the thought of Paul impregnating you that causes your orgasm to boil over. Your pussy clenches and convulses with gratification at having the opportunity to give Paul an heir. You cling to him, needing him more than ever as you repeatedly call out his name, prolonging the vowels, “Paaaaauuuul, Paaaauuuul, Paaaauuuulll!”

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em-harlsnow · 5 months

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Something I’ve had in my mind for a while, so I did a little speed-write:

When he gets back from his therapist, Mickey’s on the couch with his laptop open in front of him.

He doesn’t make a big deal of anything, just looks up, smiles and asks how it went. Today it wasn’t too taxing, just one of the fortnightly appointments that they can afford now. Ian smiles back.

“It was okay.”

“Just okay?” Mickey looks up from the laptop, paying full attention.

He blows out a breath. “Yeah. It was fine, really. Nothing huge.” He says, because nothing huge was revealed, nothing huge was said. Therapy just takes a lot out of him energy-wise.

“Okay.” Mickey replies, placing a hand on his knee, squeezing, and then returns to the screen.

“What are you looking at?” Ian asks, trying to peak.

“That stupid shit you like. Pin Interest or whatever the fuck.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “You like it, Mick. And I know you know it’s called Pinterest.”

Mickey shrugs.

“So, what are you looking at on Pin Interest?” He smirks and Mickey snorts.

“Tattoo ideas. I was thinkin’ of getting another one.” Mickey’s gaze is laser focused as he scans through images, saving some and scowling at others as if they personally offend him.

Ian’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Where do you want it?” He tries to picture his husband with more tattoos and very much likes the image. He likes his current ones too much to not want him to get more.

“I dunno, man. Some sleeves are cool. But they take ages to build up. Maybe just one on my shoulder to start.”

“That sounds good.” Ian tries to get closer, but he still can’t really see what Mickey’s looking at. “Can I see?” He asks, pointing at the device.

Mickey sighs like he’s the most annoying fucker on the planet, but he tilts the screen towards him anyway.

He can see now that Mickey’s searched up ‘black tattoo shoulder men’ and there are just piles on piles of buff men with shoulder tats.

“I like the snake one.” Mickey tells him, pointing at the picture he means. It’s a serpent winding around the top of the guy’s arm, tangling together and going down to the bottom of his bicep.

“Yeah, that one’s cool.” Ian agrees. “What about that one?” He points at one with a fine lined dragon reaching onto the guy’s peck.

“I guess, but I don’t want it too thin, you know? When they do it too intricate, the lines all blur together.” Ian hums in assent.

“Show me what you already have saved.”

Mickey clicks through the website, and Ian catches a glimpse of his pre-existing boards before he goes to the tattoo one. There’s one called ‘wedding’ and one called ‘apartment’ and one called ‘dope shit’. The cover photo of ‘dope shit’ is an aesthetic image of two beers and two cigarettes clasped in two hands. Ian’s not really surprised that this is what Mickey considers to be ‘dope shit’.

In the folder is a lot of similar things. Snakes, dragons, one cat with bat wings. One looks like a weird cross between a gun and a dagger. They’re all pretty hot, and Ian tells him about his favourites.

“I was thinkin’ of drawing it myself. I don’t wanna just copy what someone else has.”

“What did you do for this one?” Ian asks, grasping Mickey’s forearm.

“Drew it.” He explains simply, eyes not leaving the screen.

“Yeah? It’s good. You should draw the next one, too then.”

Mickey hums in agreement but continues to browse the website, probably looking for ideas.

Ian clicks on the TV, starting up an episode of New Girl while Mickey’s distracted.

They sit in peaceful silence for a while, until Mickey speaks again.

“There’s a tattoo place up the street. The reviews seem good. Don’t wanna go somewhere if they’ll just fuck it up.”

“That’s true.” Ian pauses. “If you’re getting one, I might get one too.”

Mickey raises his eyes brows in that expressive way of his. “You want a new tat? Fuckin’ copy cat.” He grumbles, but with the way he looks Ian up and down he can tell he’s not opposed.

“Yeah, been thinkin about it for a bit.”

“Oh yeah? What you thinkin, tough guy, I’ll look up some ideas.” Mickey suggests, already looking back at ‘Pin Interest’.

“Don’t worry, I already know what I want.”

When he doesn’t say more, Mickey huffs impatiently. “Gonna keep me waiting all night or what?”

Ian smirks and leans forward. “I was thinkin’ of an ‘MM’ tattoo, right here.” He tells him, pointing at a spot on the inside of his wrist.

Mickey looks surprised, and fond, and happy all at once. Even so, he tuts at him. “Tshc, you don’t have to do that just because I got your name.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “I fuckin’ know that, dork. I like the idea of having a more permanent thing than the rings.”

“Yeah, coz you keep fuckin’ losing your rings.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t want it to fall down a drain or something, Mick.” He laughs, exasperated. “But a tattoo won’t fall down the drain.”

Mickey looks at him, and he’s so happy that Ian can’t help but wind their fingers together.

“You don’t want it to look like Mandy Milkovich, though. Gotta get my middle initial, too.”

“Wouldn’t her initials be ‘AM’? For Amanda?” Ian raises his eyebrows. Mickey scrunches his.

“Oh yeah.”

“You hate your middle name, anyway. And ‘MAM’ looks like I got something for my mum, I want this for you.”

“Yeah, you already got those titties for Monica.” Mickey jokes lightly and Ian pushes his side.

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i might write a next part, where they actually go get them!

#shameless #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #ian x mickey #gallavich fic #shameless fanfiction #they’re adorable

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hardlyinteresting · 7 months

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I have no idea if this make sense but I saw a tiktok clip today of Kylie Kelce who's married to the football player Jason Kelce and she was joking about how well her husband can read the field and the game but he can't find his keys when they're probably in his own pocket sooooo I was thinking about hotch being an expert profiler but losing stuff all over the house and reader knowing exactly where everything is

The funniest thing is that I absolutely DO know exactly what you're talking about because I'm fairly certain I sent that TikTok to my friend yesterday. (If I can find it I will link it at the bottom here for those of you who have no idea what we're talking about)

Shamefully, I did not immediately connect that energy to Hotch, but I'm so glad you did! You're absolutely correct.

Aaron Hotchner can tell when someone is lying. He can read body language and pick apart people's phrasing. He can predict the future actions of a serial killer and catch them. He's an expert marksman with sniper training. He can scan a room for hostages and targets in seconds flat. His instincts are well honed, and after so many years of profiling, and staring down some of the worst people on the face of the planet, it all comes second nature to him now.

But, Aaron Hotchner can hardly ever find his keys. Sometimes he leaves them in his pocket. Sometimes he tosses them down on his desk in his home office. More often than not they end up on the kitchen counter when he steps into the room to greet you or Jack. But regardless or where they end up he's almost always on a scavenger hunt for them in the morning. When he's lucky, you're his saving grace; clearing your throat behind him to catch his attention, a travel mug of coffee in one hand, his keys dangling off your index finger on the other.

I also think in the same vein as this thought, as organized as Aaron is, I don't think any of his organization systems would make sense to many people other than him. At work he has his filing cabinets and everything is alphabetized (though I think he'd prefer it if everything was sorted by year, and then alphabetically). At work he adheres to a standard, completes tasks, and paperwork especially, the way he was trained to. But at home he's free to sort his files, and his books as he pleases. His office is still extremely organized but it's more intuitive, there's no real structure to explain but he could tell you from another room exactly where a specific book is. His home office is a peak inside his brain.

He still can't find his damn keys though.

The TikTok

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enjoythesilentworld · 3 months

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Simon's Month - Revolution

day 11 @youngroyals-events

The Space AU no one asked for.

read below or on ao3 (900, G).

“Begin countdown, Captain Wille!”

“Yes, Sergeant!” Wille salutes. “Beginning countdown. 10… 9… 8…”

Simon flips a few switches on the board, brow furrowed in concentration. Under his breath, he mumbles, “Hatch doors secured, Sergeant.”

“6… 5… 4…”

“Well done. Thank you, Major Simon,” Sergeant nods approvingly, securing her seatbelt. “Prepare for takeoff, crew!”

“All engines are online,” Simon calls, just as Wille finishes his countdown. “Could you count any slower?”

“3… 2… Thrusters go!” Wille shouts, ignoring Simon’s comment and typing away at the keypad by his left hand. Over on his side, Simon pushes the forward thruster handle. Into her ear piece, Sergeant communicates with home base.

“Liftoff confirmed,” she announces after a moment. All three continue to brace against the rattle of the ship.

Wille has to raise his voice over the noise. “Exiting the atmosphere, Sergeant.”

“Good, Captain Wille. Major, mission report.”

While Wille manages the rotation control joystick and keeps an eye on their speed, Major Simon rattles off their mission.

“Headed for the Moon, ma’am. We’ll complete one revolution in the natural satellite’s orbit, before breaking off and using the Earth’s gravity to slingshot us around the other side of the planet, lining us up for an easy reentry.”

“Two revolutions.”

Simon turns to Captain. “What?”

“We’re doing two revolutions,” Wille says, eyes locked on the screen before him.

“Uh, no. I’m pretty sure I remember correctly,” Simon sasses. “Who did Sergeant ask for a mission report?”

“Captain! Major! Enough. I won’t have you two messing up my mission,” Sergeant cuts in, glaring at the both of them. “We’re doing one revolution, then we’re going in to land.”

“But, Sergeant,” Wille gasps, “that wasn’t in the mission plan. Does base know about this?”

Simon sucks his teeth. “If Sergeant says we’re landing, we’re landing, Captain.”

“Base answers to me,” Sergeant affirms, eyes scanning out the window. “Captain. Define revolution for me.”

“Uh,” Wille stutters, “The circling of one object around another.”

“That’s your definition?” Simon chuckles.

Wille glares at him. “For example – if you’d let me finish – the Earth makes one revolution around the Sun each year, give or take a few days.”

Sergeant hums appreciatively. “And how many days in one year?”

“365.” Simon and Wille nearly shout in unison.

“Really?” Wille quirks an eyebrow. “She asked me for the definition. Not you.”

“We’re both astronauts, Captain. Plus, last time I checked, Majors outrank Captains.” Simon smirks.

“Stop!” Sergeant yells, pointing. “We need to focus! Asteroid belt ahead!”

Wille and Simon both jump into action, flipping on the sensitivity sensors and each taking different jobs to navigate them through the dangerous field. They stop bickering enough to safely navigate their ship through the precarious situation, much to the happiness of their Sergeant.

“Good job, Captain, Major. Now, let’s land this bad boy.”

Under strict direction by Sergeant, they manage to easily enter the Moon’s thin atmosphere and identify a safe spot for landing.

“Suit up!” Sergeant calls, already heading for her helmet.

Sergeant steps out first, head on a swivel, followed by Simon. Wille exits last, but his foot gets caught, and he goes tumbling over, with a shout and the sound of cardboard ripping.

“Pappa!” comes a tiny, angry voice, rushing over and then right past him. “My ship!”

Wille coughs lightly, removing the stuffed animal he’d taken to the stomach on his fall. “Sorry, love.”

Simon stands over him, smiling down at his clumsy husband.

“I’m a lot taller than both of you,” Wille grumbles, then accepts Simon’s hand to stand up. He brushes himself off, then kneels down by their Sergeant. “I’m sorry for ripping the door. Shall we go look for some tape in the craft closet?”

The young girl in her silver shirt and cardboard-crafted astronaut helmet nods her head rapidly, shaking the helmet a bit so that she has to readjust it to be able to see out the small hole in the front. “I’ll go get it, I know where it is! Then we can explore the moon!”

Wille smiles and groans slightly as he stands to his full height again. Simon wraps himself around Wille’s back, pressing a gentle kiss into his shoulder, both of them watching their young daughter disappear around the corner into the hallway.

“Are you okay?” Simon teases. “That was quite the fall, Captain.”

Wille turns in Simon’s arms so they face each other. “Yes, Major, I’m okay. You don’t sound very concerned.” He sticks out his tongue teasingly, so Simon does the same. Then, Simon stands on his tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to Wille’s lips.

“We’ve had a lot of revolutions together.”

Wille chuckles. “Revolutions around the sun, or actual revolutions?”

“Both,” Simon grins, pinching at Wille’s hips, making him yelp slightly.

“That we have. Here’s to many more.”

“Many, many more. To finally executing my plan to tear down the monarchy, and to a million more years with you.”

Wille barks out a laugh, spinning Simon around, each of them dancing easily around the toys scattered across the floor.

Their oldest comes careening back around the corner, holding not only a roll of tape but a few other new decorations for the cardboard spaceship they’d built out of the big box the new bed frame for their second child had come in.

Just as she settles down with the tape, Wille joining her to patch up their ship, the baby monitor signals their toddler has woken from her nap. So, Simon gives each of them a kiss on the head, then heads down the hall, calling, “Don’t explore the moon without me! I’ll be right back!”

#🫶🫶🫶#ground control to major simon #yr fic #simonmonth2024 #wilmon #young royals #simon eriksson #wille eriksson #yr fanfic #wilmon girl dads #all our words were worth it

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tokoyamisstuff · 7 months

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Breaking Bonds Ch. 5

Summary: Regardless of logic, something meaningful is developing between you and your husband. Warnings: Slight angst, violence blood and injury A/N: Long chapter ahead, got a lil' carried away. Pacing and past/present is messed up pls ignore.

"Do you understand the violence it took to become this gentle? [...] The gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it."

- Nitya Prakash and Richard Siken

[Previous Chapter]

Surprisingly, Rabban didn't grow bored of you as soon as he anticipated.

Quite the opposite, even: Up until now you merely shared a name and your quarters, but from this day onwards the two of you became practically inseparable.

It might sound ridiculous - and honestly, it is - but that one kind act of his was enough to gain at least a tiny fraction of your trust.

Despite Rabban having spent a lifetime of wrongdoings, you were now determined to bring forth the good buried deep inside of your husband, no matter how.

At least you wanted to believe there was still something left to save.

Those aspirations were the last straw, the only thing that would give your life on this nightmarish planet some hope.

Right now, however, being in midst of the arena, you reconsidered whether the potential you saw in him was more wishful thinking than anything.

You got a pedestral seat watching this unnecessary violent event- the favourite sport of their primitive culture - unfold. It was used mainly for entertainmennt, as well as means of punishment or execution.

The Beast was raising his blade, the deafening noise of his admirers cheering him on echoing through the air alongsides the paradox rays of their black sun. He was toying with his contender, showing off since he was certain of victory. No wonder, since it was standard to drug all the opponents before the fight.

Might be your imagination, but he seemed to be scanning the crowd frantically until he found the face he was looking for. A careless action, considering one's gaze should never leave the enemy until the fight was over.

You could've sworn to see a small smile tug on the edges of his lips when he locked eyes with you, desperate to see the slightest hint of adoration from your side.

Rabban had learned something about himself through this marriage: He wants to please, needs to be needed. By his uncle at first of course, but now he's got another fixation - and this one was built on something more than plain trauma.

Well, not only trauma at least.

Your husband genuinely wanted to take care of you, but tragically he did not know how with those hands that only ever knew how to destroy.

He was aware that he could never earn your affection, let alone able to handle being loved...

...but in hindsight he already possessed you, didn't he?

A ray of light hit your face, reflected by the opponent's blade as he struck Rabban's left shoulder. You sucked in a pained breath on his behalf, feeling dizzy as you saw his blood mix with the sand.

You folded your hands as if you were praying for him to win - and as soon as he sees it, newfound thrill flowing through his veins.

Without so much as flinching he tore the blade out of his own flesh, his head held high as he effortlessly brought the other man to his feet without even breaking a sweat.

Only now you realized how ridiculously strong he was indeed - able to snap also your neck whenever he pleased.

You closed your eyes, turning away as your husband went for the kill , sealing his victory. It was a quick death, unusually merciful for their kind that's known to reach new lows concerning sadism.

"My Countess" the bloodied man greeted you confidently, chest swelling with pride as he approached you. You'll never fully get used to your title, 'Countess Rabban'. But the enthusiastic way he adressed it made you almost comfortable with that new role - or rather new life.

"My Cou-" Rabban didn't waste any time, sweeping you off of the ground as soon as you were in reach to go for a borderline-lewd kiss. You could only wonder what was going on in his head, suddenly being so prone to public displays of affec- no, ownership.

"That victory is my gift for you." You hate whenever he'd bestow you other's death and misery - but Rabban literally can't help himself, doesn't know how else to show you he cares.

"You're hurt." He almost seemed pleased with your reaciton - so sympathetically and worried despite the brutality you just witnessed.

"Minor injury" he chuckled darkly, "This is nothing."

The way you looked at him was unlike anything he's ever experienced before. No one had ever dared to approach him with anything else than fear, disgust or malice - and he prided himself on that fact.

Until now that he was practically melting whenever you were unable to keep yourself from smiling, knowing he managed to get this reaction from you.

It felt both right and yet so terribly wrong at the same time, the way you were drawn to his man.

Have you been on Giedi Prime for so long already that you were slowly succumbing to madness, blending in with the Harkonnens you lived among?

During the whole stroll towards your home, you felt Rabban's hand on the small of your back. A subconscious act, perfectly unaware how addicted he had become to your closeness by now.

And yet not unnoticed by others...

"Surely a great achievement, wasn't it?" Your smile wouldn't falter while you patched Rabban up - as he personally requested - nodding along while listening carefully to his overexaggerated stories. You could tell he was desperate for praise, born as the black sheep into this fucked up family.

"Sounds like you did amazing" you compliment his tale and instantly see his eyes light up - yet his fist balling nervously at the same time. He was bad at catching sarcasm, and used to mockery hidden beneath fancy phrasings.

"Careful" you shoo him, not done yet with your stitches. Gladly the blade caused a clean cut, so no tendons or other anatomical strucutres were severed.

Your husband had more luck than judgement, as usual.

"Y/N?" Blinking up at him after having applied the bandage, you suddenly feel his palm cup your much smaller one, thumb rubbing circles on the back of your hand. "Thank you."

Rabban was smiling at you, different however from the one you were normally used to. A pityful attempt to mimick a friendly demeanour, so contradicitonary to his whole self it was almost comically inaccurate.

"I-I...no problem, really." You felt heat rising to your face, heart fluttering as his other hand cupped your cheek. He was incredibly cautious to be gentle when his palm wandered to the back of your neck, pulling your face closer to his...

...but just when you were about to surrender yourself to this absurd attraction, you stopped yourself.

Remembering the reason you knew the skill of patching up after all, back when all those lives were - and still are - destroyed by the Harkonnen made you think straight again.

"I'm sorry, Rabban" was all you managed to wring out as you sprung up, violently shaking your head as if to shake those feelings right off.

"Don't be. It's alright." You freeze in your tracks at his understanding reaciton, and yet feel like even the chemical gases of the outside would be less suffocating than his presence.

The Beast watches you leave, chose not to pursue you. He was disappointed with the outcome of his approach, yet uncharacteristically not mad either - just confused, and maybe a little hopeful, at last.

It took you a while to calm down, arranging your thoughts and trying to rationalize your emotions as good as possible. Still, your mind went back again and again to this tender moment you shared, wondering whether it would really be so bad to catch feelings for someone you were tied to either way...

...wait, what in the known universe were you even doing?!

This man is the dead enemy of your homeworld, having caused so much misery that he can never be forgiven!

No. Never!

You might have to tolerate spending your lives together - but you'd be damned if you let the circumstances twist your loneliness into some forlorn type of affection!

This villain is just curious about the customs of usual people. Neither is he capable of having a meaningful bond, nor does he deserve it.

Much to your luck Rabban was nowhere to be found after your return. At least initially you felt alleviated not needing to talk this through - until it dawned on you who would have to pay the price for your insolence.

"Milady, wait!" one of the soldiers begged, fearing the consequence of guiding you to the slave pits. "This is no place for a noblewoman!"

"You dare questioning my decision?" The small garnison immediately stopped in their tracks when you turned around, startled by the hostile glare you shot them. "Maybe I should inform my husband about your lack of cooperation."

As ashamed as you were of this mischievous joy, as satisfying it also was for the roles to be reversed for a change. For them to be forced to listen to your every command, despite you being an 'inferior' Lankiveili.

After all this time of hiding and losing against the Harkonnens, right now you had the upper hand. A small victory, if only symbolic.

"N-No, please" he wrung out, visibly concerned. "Let us at least lead the way. For your safety."

Even during the day the planet's surface was somehow even darker than the inside of those soulless, metallic buildings. Anyone staying here for too long would either suffer chemical burns or choke on the pollution, so wearing protective gear was mandatory.

The slave pits were far away in the middle of nowhere, making it impossible to escape. You've been told that none of them could survive more than three years top under those conditions...

At first you thought Rabban was here because of your neither polite nor subtle rejection, but then you got wind of something different: A maid had informed you about the latest political scheme in the Empire - not that Rabban would care about any of it, as long as his position was secured...

...but well, this time it wasn't. The Emperor had set a decree that would take Arrakis from your husband's lead and give it into the hands of rivaling House Atreides.

Who knows what heinous things he'd do to those poor slaves to let off some steam.

No, it was good this way, as harsh as this might sound. You were developing irrational feelings, so witnessing how the Beast treated others was just what you needed to get down to reality again.

You'd soon find out, seeing your husband at the horizon and in front of him lined up slaves, serving as today's victims. He walks past each of them with one hand on his whip, none daring to look directly into his eyes as he fed on their fear, dwelled in this abstract idea of control and power.

When he finally picked out one that particulary unnerved him for no concrete reason, ready to strike him with his infamous poisoned whip, you leaped in front of that poor person just before the hit, yelling "STOP!"

You don't know what possessed you to do this, or how you even managed to get this far without being grabbed by the bystanding soldiers - but instead of the expected incoming blow, there was dead silence among every involved party.

Even with the mask on he recognized your voice and the body language gave it right away, so graceful and much more docile - yet the shock he was feeling seeing you of all people here was too quickly replaced by fury.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?! I ALMOST CRIPPLED YOU, DAMMIT!"

Rabban turned around, concerning himself with the soldiers and completely forgetting about the slaves you quickly waved off to save themselves. "What the hell is my wife doing here?!"

"My-my Count, she insisted-" the man's breath got sucked right out of his lungs when Rabban's fist met the plexus right under his ribcage.

"Any other objections?" Everyone shook their heads. "Good. Escort her back. Immediately."

"Rabban" It unnerved him that you'd speak to him so casually, so careless in front of third parties. "I have an important matter to discuss with you. In private."

"Later" he deliberately turned you down, not even biding you another look as he went after the escaping slaves. "Got unfinished business. Now get her away from here, carry her if it need to be."

"Hey, I- don't touch me!" Your initial near-death-experience was nothing compared with the frustration you felt skyrocketing a thousandfold right now. "Rabban, please!"

"They wouldn't dare harming you" he assured you as one of the guards casually threw you over his shoulder. It was so unfair, how considerate he could be when he was just about to destroy another person like a goddamn toy.

You were lashing out at your abductor's back, accompanied by the laughter of his men while they carried you inside of the main building. Feeling humiliated, no, tainted by their touch - knowing very well what happened to other maidens from your world that had fallen into the hands of Rabban's henchmen...

...and to think it could get any worse than this...

"Let. Her. Down." You knew that voice, hoarse and absent of any emotion. It made the hair of your neck stand up, head spinning with adrenaline.

"Good" he spoke as you were carefully placed to the ground again, the dagger in his hand pointed towards a door, ordering "Leave us alone. I'll walk her the rest of the way."

"My dear brother-in-law" you cheered in a high-pitched, fake-friendly tone, covering up how terrified you truly were. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Up until now Feyd had no interest in you whatsoever - and you were damn glad about it.

The current generation of Harkonnens were a distillation of malice, indifference, sadism and dehumanization - with Feyd-Rautha being the most exceptional specimen in all of those characteristics.

Unlike Rabban, he had been raised by the Baron and Piter ever since birth, not a fraction of positive influence left.

Basically, he had been doomed to become a freak from his very first breath.

Even your husband was creeped out by his own brother, the pure evil he impersonated. He never spoke about it openly, but you always noticed how defensive his stance became whenever those two were in the same room.

"Oh, I thought we'd chat a bit while we're on our merry way." He could play the part of a civilized young man to perfection and it made you sick to your stomach.

Sometimes you forgot that no matter how weird it may sound, Rabban was actually the most sane of them all. His poor impulse control just makes people have a wrong impression.

It was actually something you actuall admired about your husband- he carried his heart on his tongue, unlike those fake aristocrats.

"So, how's the marriage life with my brother?" he asked as you were slendering across the halls, every person you came across ducking down in fear of the youngest Harkonnen. "You know, I can hardly imagine what you go through. My uncle used to say he was more beast than man - and they treated him accordingly."

You balled your fists at the thought of a young Rabban being mistreated in the most gruesome ways, having gotten used to those distraught screams he wrung out every night until this day.

But you knew better than to fall for his provocation right away.

"With all due respect" you dropped the courtesy, "Why would you care?"

"Well, I might not know what love feels like - but I sure know how it looks. And my brother seems quite attached to you."

You furrowed your brows in disbelief at his observation, meanwhile he was circling you- as if to analyze what the hell was so special about you. "They say I'm good at reading people, and he's always been an open book to me. Even his own men started talking, and they rarely dare to speak out of line."

"So what?" Your voice was shaking with the uncertainty of his intentions, aware that you were right now a victim to his whims. "As long as we do as we're told, does it really matter what happens in the privacy of our home?"

"Well, you still despise him, don't you?" Feyd was now prventing your advance, standing in front of you in all of his glory. A handsome young man indeed, but everything about him was repulsing nonetheless. "He enslaved your planet and killed countless of your relatives. You must hate him deeply...but maybe I have a solution for this problem."

Feyd's hand reached out for you and you were certain of receiving pain or worse at any second - yet he merely twirled a strand of hair between his fingers, before tucking it behind your ear.

"You don't care about wealth or power" he whispers, almost cheek to cheek with you now. "How admirable. You only wish to wake up from this nightmare and return to your loved ones, don't you? I can arrange that."

Oh, he sure was good with his words. To the untrained eye one would assume someone this charismatic could never be a psychopath - but knowing his true, corrupted soul kept you from falling for his silver tongue.

If it was for his own benefit, he could lie with every breath.

"I am no fool. You wouldn't help someone like me if it wasn't for your personal gain." Shivering at his aura, this intrusion of personal space you could tell he was amused, aroused even. "So why? And how?"

"Ah yes, that's more of a trade. I'll grant you freedom..." Feyd explained as he rummaged in his pockets, pulling out a small flask. "...and you kill a man for me."

"Now what do you say?" he urges, shoving the obvious poison into your hands. "It's untraceable. They'll never find out."

Clutching the small phial in your hand, eyes darting from the liquid inside to your inlaw and back, you croak "I don't understand."

Murder was not punished by law on Giedi Prime - the only justice was the survival of the strongest. It was even greatly encouraged to kill someone shall you desire something they owned, may it be their post or even worse motivators. And Feyd had already tried assassinating his uncle several times, even then remaining unpunished.

"You're perfectly capable of killing Rabban yourself. Why go out of your way, including me in your petty sibling rivalry?"

"Where'd be the fun in that?" the Harkonnen shrugged, a manic grin splitting his face in two. "Having him die at the hands of this foolish crush would be way more rewarding. Just imagine life leaving his eyes when he realizes who is responsible for his demise. Perfect tragedy."

The thought alone made an incredible sadness overcome you.

"And then what, you become Count and terrorize my people?" He would definetly be the worse choice, you thought. But he had a point:

"I don't give a damn about your insignificant planet. I have greater aspirations. But Rabban still sees it as his homeworld, my uncle puts him under house arrest there frequently. I would simply leave you people alone as long as we get your ressources, you have my word."

"So, what do you say? You'll get revenge for your people and return to Lankiveil as widow." There's a chance that this plan might work, that they would let you leave so your folk doesn't revolt. And still... "Who guarantees me that you won't frame me for the deed and have me executed?"

"The choice is yours. You'll never know if you don't try" he urges, visibly irritated of this far too long conversation.

Before he left you by yourself, he turned around one last time - the severity of his words echoing inside of your mind. "Besides: A quick death would be better than a long life full of agony, don't you think? Only a matter of time until he'll revert back to his old self, believe me."

On your now secluded way home you took several detours, even though feeling uncomfortable among other Harkonnens.

Feyd was right in a way, of course.

What if one day Rabban forgets himself in the heat of the moment, and does something he regrets later? Would certainly not be the first time. His brother on the other hand might generally be more dangerous, but intelligent enough to know when to behave shall the risks outweight the benefits.

"Surely he's bluffing" you tried to convince yourself, make sense out of this messed up situation. "It simply can't be true."

Yes, he might temporarily be a little less intense, but Rabban was still Rabban - both brothers evildoers that didn't even hesitate killing their own parents.

They don't love anyone but themselves.

Before you were even close to your chambers, you hear a familiar roar accentuated with fleeing servants throughout the hallways. Stepping foot into your shared bedroom you find it in ruins, your husband sitting on the floor now coated in silence.

"R-Rabban?" you call out for him and you flinch as he stares you down like a feral animal. As soon as he sees your face however his anger subsides, evaporates just like water in the desert.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he grumbled, features softening as he got up again. Anyway, you wished to not be within his hitting range right now."You left before me and were gone for hours."

"I- sorry..." you stuttered, the guilt of your secret conspiracy making you unable to even look at him. "I thought no one was waiting for me here, so I went for a walk."

You immediately began mentally speculating what punishment might follow - until Rabban caught you off guard. He wrapped his arms around you, holding your body firmly against his that was still trembling with rage.

"Never come to the slave pits again" he mumbles into your hair, head resting atop of yours. "Do you have any idea how many people there might try and take your life to get back at me for taking their loved ones?"

Did he just compare you to a beloved person?

"Haha, I doubt it" you chuckle a little flustered, yet the realization was creeping up on you. "It is widely known that you have very little regard for human life, except for your uncle of cour-"

Suddenly he grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him - and the sheer adoration in his eyes made you see the truth. "Your wellbeing is my responsibility, whether you like it or not. Got it?"

Feyd was right after all.

You nod mutely, wanting to change the topic before you might fold completely. "I wanted to see you because I heard what happened to Arrakis."

"Yeah..." His free hand was still placed at your hip, squeezing ever so slightly. "My uncle will punish me soon. I am a failure, a disgrace, and because of this we lost the Spice."

Accusations about his poor government of your own planet were already at the tip of your tongue, yet for some reason you swallowed it in front of a man that had been robbed of the only chance to prove himself.

"Hear me out" you whispered, hands hesistantly resting on his shoulderblades to reassure him. "This is only a trap for House Atreides, I am sure of it."

You could almost hear the gears in your husband's head turning without results. "How?"

"They have grown strong, and their greatness is known throughout the galaxy." Putting two fingers under your chin in a pondering way, you add "Their popularity is threatening the Emperor. He wants them gone."

"And what does all of that have to do with my Arrakis?"

"If you wanted someone disappear without any witnesses, wouldn't you choose a planet with a lethal habitate and poor communication possibilities?"

Rabban's mouth stood slightly agape as he murmured "They'll be erased, and we return."

"Exactly..." Nothing could make you hide the overwhelming sadness you felt at that moment. "So it's not your fault, Rabban. It's merely part of a greater conspiracy."

Your kindness overchallenged him. He was never given it before and did not know how to deal with it properly - and yet you can redirect his anger so well that he almost feels comfortable in his own skin.

"Seems like I owe you my gratitude once again" he laughs and for a moment you think you could get used to this softer side of him. "Is there anything you wish for, so I can make it up to you?"

"I want to see my family!" you blurted out, the answer coming as fast as a lightning bolt. "Take me with you next time you go to Lankiveil."

All this wealth and this is what you settle for?

"Alright, whatever" he rolled his eyes, a little jealous of the people you loved so dearly. "But if your theory is true, I'll be called to battle soon. So be patient with me."

Eradicating a whole bloodline out of selfishness and greed, once again proving your point. As someone from the minor houses you knew better than anyone that there wasn't really a good or bad side in this.

"Don't worry" you feel his palm on your shoulder, "I'll return victorious as always. Those weaklings stand no chance!"

Yes, this Empire was built on the blood and tears of the weak and righteous. All the great houses did atrocious things over the past millenia, and this circle of violence and betrayal will continue until there's no humans left.

One tyrant follows after the other. There were no victims - only culprits and accomplices.

So why were you consoling, encouraging him even?

There was another way, allowing you to prevent this massacre if you weren't so pathetically hesistant. Just murder this wrenched menace and save hundrets, if not thousands of lives!

"Say, Rabban..." you ponder as you fondled with the poison hidden in your sleeve, eyeing the bottle of liquor he'd surely empty this evening. "Why did you never try to kill your uncle and become Baron yourself?"

The Beast had a perplexed expression at that random question, so you tried walking him your lane of thought. "I heard it's common among your people if you want to take someone's place..." You became gradually more quiet, that last part almost inaudible and yet you regretted it slipping out. "...like you did with your father."

"I- don't know." Your husband's voice was an octave deeper, laced with sadness and...guilt? "It was never my wish to have him gone. I'm comfortable with my role as it is."

"You are so loyal to undeserving people..." Your words confuse him, make memories resurface he'd rather remained suppressed. But you wouldn't have any of it. If you were to be judge and executioner, then you wanted the whole truth. "Then why did you kill your father, our dear Count? For power? Because he tried to help my people? Tell me!"

Nothing like that - he merely adapted to his environment.

And still, he remembered the look of betrayal in his father's eyes, as it was yesterday - as well as the distraught scream of his mother. That feeling of killing someone with his bare hands for the first time...

...it was back then that he realized that love couldn't fix a broken man like him after all.

"BECAUSE THEY ABANDONED ME!" he finally snaps, roaring right into your face. "Do you have any idea what it means to live on Giedi Prime when you are unworthy?"

He runs around fiercely, slamming his hands against his temple to keep the past from reemerging. "The things they do to make you obey, how they bend your behavior into a direction beneficial to them? What you endure, what you need to do?"

You can only helplessly watch his breakdown, heart breaking for him as you want to hug this poor child that had been turned into an unstable warmonger.

"I have nothing else" he ultimatively whispers, defeated.

"That's not true - you have me." Taking a few steps forwards, you take his hand...

...and place the flask right into his palm.

"What is this?"

"Poison" you retort flatly, "A deadly one. From your brother, meant for you."

"Why?" He looks at you flabbergasted, fondling with the flask in his leather glove. "You should ask him, not me."

"No" his voice cracks, both stunned and touched by your decision. "I know my brother long enough to believe this is within his range of possibilities. What bothers me is you...why didn't you do it?"

You are at loss for words, contemplating to cowardly flee again - but Rabban insists, slowly coming closer and blocking your exit. "Tell me. I need to hear it."

"Please" you whimper, feeling your resolve shatter as his lips brush yours. "Don't make me say it..."

This is insane, wrong, a betrayal to your people and everyone that had suffered under your husband's influence...

...and yet you find yourself yearning to close the gap between your lips.

Rabban knows very well what Stockholm-Syndrome is. A handful of former victims had thought to love him to make his abuse more bearable. He grew tired of them eventually nonetheless, of their pretentious survival tactic.

"Your father begged for your life back then" he confesses, wants to spill all the disturbing facts about him and wanting you to love him either way, in spite of being contrary to all of your beliefs. "I told him I compromised only to make you watch your pathetic homeworld crumble to dust. And then I behea-"

SLAP

You want to go for another hit but Rabban catches your wrist, staring you down so intensely you hate yourself for what it's doing to you.

It's the first time you kiss him back, grabbing him by the collar to pull him down to your height. You feel him smile against your lips, lifting you up just to throw you onto the nearby mattress.

How many times had you lied here without anything ever happening?

"Tell me to stop" he breathes, carnal tones filling the air as his hands worked their way across your body, "And I will."

You shake your head in approval, moaning uncontrollably while Rabban undressed you, tracing sloppy kisses across your body. It made you high on this feeling, deafening out the voice of reason screaming in your subconsciousness.

For the first time, his touch was meant to mend and not break.

If only you knew that he'll make you regret that affection of yours all too soon...

"I'm not good at being gentle...but for you I'll try."

[Next Chapter]

#dune #dune 2 #beast rabban #glossu rabban #beast rabban/reader #glossu rabban/reader #harkonnen #self insert #fanfiction #dave bautista #dune part two

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rawmeknockout · 5 months

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Your possessive Dadatron got into my brain with the cyberformed liason. While poor obsessed Rodimus is not being left alone with the Liason he's also one of the handful of bots outside of the medics that consistently remember the Liason was a wholeaft adult human and treat them as such, along with Rung, Swerve, Perceptor and Whirl.

This also leads to Megs and Mags being shocked when the Liason just matter-of-factly tells Rodimus, "I'm not opposed to the idea of a potential date in the future, but right now I don't have enough coordination in this body to try Meteor surfing. Worse the medics said Interfacing is out untill I have some concious control of my transformation sequence preferably after I've scanned an altmode."

Just two old Mechs clutching their pearls stunned In Horror while Rodimus is blithly is going on with the conversation.

"Wait you haven't scanned an alt yet?! I thought you'd checked all the potentials on the Lost Light?"Rodimus looked shocked.

"I did but nothing clicked or activated the sequence." The Liason shrugged helplessly. "It's not like this frame had one preloaded."

"Huh you should have told me. Next time we get off on a planet you should come with me and Drift and Ratchet. See if any of the wildlife triggers-"

"I forbid it! Ultra Magnus choked out. The other three mechs turned to look at him.

"Ultra Magnus," Megatron sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Please don't discourag Rodimus when he makes sensible seguestions."

"I, no." The Duely Appointed Enforcer of the Tyrest Accords gathered his wits. "No Rodimus' seguestion regarding his alt mode acquisition was not the issue. The conversation with regarding Interfacing however-" The Liason cut him off voice flat with uncharacteristic frustration.

"I do not have the spoons to say this gracefully or diplomatically right now so I'm going to be blunt. I am an adult human, note the term adult, in the frame of cybertronian newbuild. I'm currently experiencing frame dysphoria and body dismorphia. And you can add gender disphoria because i have a gender and if this frame I'm in lined up with it I would be a femme!"

"I'm aware of what interfacing is. In the before times," the Liason gestured curtly at their frame, "I had quite a few lively slightly tipsy afterwork discussions at Swerve's compairing and contrasting human and cybertronian sexulity, sensuality, and romanticism. Which Rodimus took part in. Spark play, Plug and Play and feild play arent options for humans but Valve Plug is" Ultra Magnus' engine choked in shock. Megatron took a reflexive back in extreme discomfort.

"I dont think I need to hear about that!" Megatron cut her off hastily. It was a mark of his discomfort and Ultra Magnus's distraction they both missed Rodimus pulling a packet of Cesium Crisps out of his subspace.

"No Mechs, these are exactly some of the sorts of conversations that need to happen with anybot who steps up to Parent me if this is permanent. Be my Mentor," she added to clarify the twin looks of confusion. "I am a middle-aged parent of grown children with an ex-husband who remains a dear friend now that he's out of the closet. I know the two of you are both trying to parent me. God and Primus both forefend my body dies of old age before Brainstorm and Perceptod can fix me because the number of Mecha on this ship who are psychologically capable dealing with the complexities of mentoring a newbuild that is simultaneously a sentient organic who is of analagous to their devlopmental age are profoundly limited."

"How about Rang," Rodimus seguested just a bit too cheerfully around a mouthful of snacks.

"Rung, unfortunately, as my therapist has a professional conflict of interest. And since you guys have, between all your factions, a grand total of two therapists left alive it's not like switching providers-"

"Oh! Liason! There you are!" First Aid called out, cheerfully oblivious conversation he was saving Megatron and Ultra Magnus from. "Ratchet just commed me, he's looking for you. He's freed up his schedule to chaparone err moniter Brainstorm and Perceptor while they run some tests on you. Well mostly Brainstorm needs the monitering. If you could come down to the lab?"

"Oh best not keep them waiting then," Rodimus put in quickly husteling First Aid and the Liason off down the hall. "I'll walk with you, Mags and Megs have to go on shift on the Bridge."

Well this ended up longer than I expected. The characters that live in my brain just started talking and went for it.

How do you reckon Protective UM and Possessive Megatron are taking this conversation? Or this type given that Liason suddenly went from generic insert to proto-OC with a backstory while I was typing. I cant be the only one on here who's had a character grab the plot ball and run away with it for a bit.

Megatron is fine with them having a life before even tho it’s not preferred but they’re a MECH now and he knows better (this is a lie) than anyone what type of mentoring you need he’s completely ignoring this conversation bc that was your life as a human, this is your life now

Magnus is conflicted but ultimately he still keeps other mechs away. you may have some knowledge of Cybertronian sexuality, but it’s not just the interfacing that’s the problem. All the mechs on the lost light are fucked up and aren’t just looking for vanilla sex.

#asks

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KHOC Week Day 2 - New World

HEY! It’s the second day of @khoc-week Wooooo

So I have a lot to share for this. But I’m going to focus on the age old favorite of Halloween Town, because that’s where I just finished writing them at in FT.

First, I want to start with Hinata. She arrived first in Halloween Town, along with Axel and Riku. They were in pursuit of a Replica and formed a shaky alliance to track her down. When they arrived all three of them got completely different looks. Hinata was mostly unhappy with hers, while Riku and Axel ended up looking pretty cool.

I have this incredible piece by @amyhayanora that depicts them in their outfits from a scene in The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 17

Next is Sam. The poor thing does not have good luck with the ship’s magic drive. For some reason, she doesn’t get to be fully human. There is a reason, it’s just spoilers and such. Anyway, I am a huge fan of Legend of Zelda and when I think of the creatures in Nightmare Before Christmas I always think of the fish guy. So Sam got a fishy experience.

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Excerpt from The Forgotten Traveler Chapter 19—

(note: remember that crazy robot B.E.N from Treasure Planet? yeah he travels with them)

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Halloween Town was just as gloomy as the name would suggest. Gravestones and gargoyles stood intertwined with black thorny vines and rotting pumpkins. In the center of the field was a hill that curled into itself at the end, the entire thing silhouetted by the full moon.

"I didn't think this place would take its name so literally." Sam sidestepped a smashed pumpkin, gagging at the sight of rats and maggots devouring its remains. "I don't even want to know how it made me look."

"Yeeeah, that's probably for the best," Ben assured her, a few steps ahead as he scanned the area for any signs of Riku and Hinata. He had made it off nearly scot-free from the magic drive, spare for a darker shade of rust, a brighter, eerie glow to his eyes, and crusted blood splattered over his joints. "If you ask me—"

"I didn't," Sam reminded him, but he continued regardless.

"—I'd say you'd be better off under water." He tapped his chin. "Maaaaybe near Neverland! I hear there's plenty of sea monsters there. If DiZ's world encyclopedias are anything to go by, which"—he laughed—"why wouldn't they be, amiright?"

Sam inwardly groaned, stopping mid step and allowing Ben to continue on as he walked further and further away. "Of course I get stuck with him tagging along," she grumbled under her breath, reaching up her hand to rub her hair. Then she paused, realizing there was no hair to touch. Instead, her fingers were met with a slick, slimy skin that reminded her of touching a fish left too long on the counter— something she had done one too many times. "Oh come on!" She held out her hand in front of her, seeing the bluish tint to her now long webbed fingers. Suddenly, Ben's comments on her belonging with other sea monsters didn't seem so far-fetched.

"Don't say I didn't warn you!" Ben called back to her, his hands cupped around his mouth.

Sam clenched her hands at her sides, shutting her eyes tight and taking in a long deep breath. "Please tell me Velcia's coming down soon."

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Yeeeeah... she got to be based on a zombified zora. Sorry Sam.

Velcia though, my husband had the coolest design idea for her and I was so excited to get the chance to draw it.

An amazing ghost witch! She’s a potion maker by trade in Thebes, so it just fits so perfectly! All the ingredients hanging from the dress’ threads, the potions eerily glowing and dangling from the branches, ahhh so cool! I really need to up my design game. My husband has me beat.

Here is some more art I have of Hinata in her Halloween Town look. It was originally designed by someone on DeviantArt by the name of VelvetCookieVT. I hosted an art contest for participants to design a new world outfit for Hinata, and whoever won would get their outfit and world choice put into the story. I held the contest years ago and it just finally got put in. Anyway, here is the original artwork of Hinata’s Halloween Town look.

I was absolutely in love with it. Hinata was not lol! But she managed.

Also, bonus of Hinata’s Christmas Town look that was co designed by me and @amyhayanora.

OBSESSED

#khocweek2023 #kingdom hearts #khoc #Hina-Draws

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WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tag @therealgchu!

Today's peek has been chilling in my Libertatia project. Not sure where exactly in the fic it will be but it was a funny idea I got after an eventful survey in the game...

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“Sure the scans shows a lovely beach but Becker’s already confirmed that beach is heavy rock stalker territory,” Bella said as she gently bounced little Rafa in her arms, “She said they barely made it a dozen paces from their landing bay before a whole herd of them came rushing their location and they had to retreat, that big model-A Constellation loaned Jay giving cover fire while they climbed inside.”

“There were only two of them,” Del said as he stepped close, giving Bella a kiss followed by a kiss on the top of Rafa’s head, “I’m bringing a whole team. We’ll be fine.”

“I don’t think numbers are going to help,” Bella looked out the windows of the cockpit at the moving stone in the distance, “honestly I think it’ll just piss them off more.”

“We survived Suverov, we’ll survive this,” he kissed her cheek.

“Not everyone did,” she looked back at him, “I vividly remember there being only me and you when that whole trip was over. I’d prefer to not lose all our rooks before we’ve even dug in roots, Gran Jefe.”

“Please stop calling me that,” he sighed and started walking for the fuselage.

“Lo siento, mi Rey,” Bella sassed her husband.

He glanced over his shoulder, trying to look irritated but a grin gave him away.

“Just be careful,” Bella said as Rafa started to fuss, “don’t do anything reckless.”

“I can handle some hostile xeno, Bella,” Del assured her as he walked toward the ladder down, “we’ll be fine.”

*Spongebob narrator* Several hours later

“It’s just a few rock stalkers, I’ve got a whole team, how hard could it be?” Del grumbled at himself as he sat atop a large boulder leaned up against a smaller rock. He was reloading his rifle and listening as another unlucky rook cried out in agony before the gnashing sound of rocks rubbing against one another drowned him out.

“It’s not like we didn’t come prepared,” Rokov said from the other side of the rock, “Jazz and I split a small crate of impact grenades thinking that would shatter the fucking things.”

“Yeah, look how that turned out!” Jazz stood up and overhand pitched a grenade at an oncoming cluster of rock stalkers. It exploded on the middle rock stalkers, kicking up dirt and sand, and when the air cleared only the middle xeno was dead, “Luckily they can’t climb.”

“Shhh, chitón!” Del hissed at her, “don’t fucking jinx us.”

“Hey Boss!” Seumas called over from other boulder, “Wrecker got a headcount, we’ve only lost three bastards, everyone else managed to scramble up to high ground.”

“Well that’s good to hear,” Jazz sat back down next to Del, “now we just need the fucking things to leave.”

“We’re going to wait for them to leave their house,” Rokov asked, clearly amused, “we’ll be sitting here a while.”

“Maybe we should radio The Siren’s Song,” Jazz started.

“No,” Del and Rokov both said in unison.

Jazz looked at them both, a wild goofy smile lighting up her face, “you’re scared of Bella, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” Del snapped as he took aim at a nearby rock stalker camping their boulder.

“She has enough on her plate,” Rokov was looking through binoculars back toward the landing spot, “plus it’s clear of anything rock stalker shaped once we clear that hill. If everyone is smart with their boosts we should be able to make a collective break for it and run back to the ship.”

“She’s still going to find out what happened,” Jazz was busy packing up her gear.

“Not if we don’t tell her everything,” Del snapped.

“She’s going to find out when three rooks don’t make it back,” Jazz said before shouting moving orders over to Seumas.

“Oh come on, it’s a dangerous planet, that won’t tell her anything,” Rokov said as he chucked an impact grenade at the remaining rock stalkers.

The grenade exploded, followed by a larger explosion that rippled out into smaller explosions. A dense cloud of dirt and sand filled the air, causing everyone on the boulders to begin couching and choking.

“What the fuck did you throw?” Del shouted at Rokov.

“Same as all the rest!” Rokov insisted.

“Howdy, howdy, howdy,” a familiar voice called out over a helmet speaker, “got word of a missing scouting party so I came out to see what help you needed.”

“Missing?” Rokov mumbled between coughs, “we haven’t been gone that long.”

“Eh, it’s been most the day,” Jazz had pulled on a respirator and held out one to Rokov, “told you she’d know.”

Del had pulled on his own respirator and called up the newcomer on a private channel. She answered simply, “yes?”

“Who called you? And why are you in your Mantis gear?” he asked sharply.

The dust had settled enough for him to see Jay standing there in her Mantis helmet and matching gray spacesuit with green trim. She held her ridiculous coachman, Hornet’s Hymn, with it’s hornet’s nest exploding shots. That explained the show.

“Sophie called me while Beck and I were trying to scan another location for you,” Jay sounded annoyed, “She said Papa went out before lunch to walk the beach without her and hadn’t come back yet. When I checked her location Becker took us down immediately: I thought we told you to stay the fuck away from this stretch of land?”

“I don’t need shit from you,” Del snarled.

“I remember you telling Bella and me a few weeks back that you wanted Cassiopeia I because of everything you gleaned from that nature doc Sophie was obsessed with. Were you not paying attention at the twenty minute section talking about how ruthless and relentless these fucking rocks were?”

Del spoke through clenched teeth, “I said I don’t need shit from—“

“Get moving before more show up, Becker and I cleared the path but more will be here soon,” the Mantis was motioning for those on the other rock to come down, “you’re welcome, Delgado.”

“We didn’t need your fucking help!” Del snapped, “we had everything under control.”

“Which is why your surviving crew are up on boulders and not exploring the beach?” Jay tilted her head to the side, “keep going and I’ll leave you to explain yourself to Bella alone, Mr. How-Hard-Could-It-Be?”

“I’m not afraid of my wife,” Del insisted as he jumped off the boulder, boosting down to the ground.

“Mhmm,” Jay was looking around, her shotgun at the ready for any incoming xeno, “which is why I picked up chatter about you not wanting to tell her about your ass being stuck up on that rock?”

“How did you…” he stopped next to the Mantis and looked around with her, “Did you find any better spots?”

“Yeah, three or four,” she sighed, “I still can’t believe I let you two talk me into this.”

“Oh, come on, the arrangement is perfect for you and your brother,” Del clapped her back and ignored the unseen glare under her helmet, “enemy of my enemy and all that shit. Plus how many old Earth artifacts have the Liberated gifted to Constellation since we started.”

“Just get moving, the girls and Rafa await your return.”

#starfield #starfield fanfiction #fanfic #the coemancer crew #atonalginger writes #crimson fleet #wip wednesday #Starfield Delgado #Doc Melody #Rokov #Jazz #Bella and baby Rafa #very much a work in progress

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cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien · 8 months

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New Solar Opposites Episode #2: Double Trouble (by @avaveevo)

One night at the Solar Opposites house…

Korvo: offscreen You have been very very naughty!

Then it cuts to Yumyulack and Jesse wincing in horror as they hear Korvo and Terry having sex.

Yumyulack: This is the seventh time this month.

Jesse: I know! The horror!

Sonya moans in disgust as she covers her ears with a pillow.

Terry: offscreen Shit! I’m gonna cum if you keep going!

Korvo: Bring it on you dirty bad boy! Ooooh!

Jesse: I swear if they-

Terry: cums FFFFUUUUUUUUCCCK!

Jesse: Alright! That is it! We are staging an intervention with those two first thing tomorrow!

The next day, Korvo wakes up and rubs his eyes, only to realize he has a human hand.

Korvo: offscreen What the fuck?

Korvo runs to a mirror and reveals he is human. Korvo feels his face and screams in horror.

Human Korvo: Oh. My. God. WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING TO ME?!

Terry wakes up as he groans.

Terry: Korvo, what-

Terry gasps and blushes as he looks at Human Korvo.

Terry: K-Korvy?

Human Korvo: Yeah?

Terry gets on one knee and takes Human Korvo’s hands.

Terry: Mmm… seductively Tell you what you look so hot.

Terry kisses Korvo’s hand and makes him blush.

Human Korvo: blushes while smiling Oh really?

Terry: Yeah.

Suddenly Jesse and Yumyulack are heard screaming off-camera.

Human Korvo: Kids?

Sonya: Korvo! Terry! Help!

The husbands rush to the kids’ room and are shocked to see Yumyulack and Jesse are human!

Human Korvo: Yumyulack?!

Terry: Jesse?! What happened?!

Human Yumyulack: WE TURN INTO FUCKING HUMANS!

Human Korvo: We can see that!

Terry: Oh no! My baby!

Human Jesse starts crying. Terry gasp and comforts his daughter.

Terry: It’s okay. But how did this happen?

Janiz: offscreen I think I know how.

The Solars turn around and gasp.

Sonya: Auntie Janiz?

Janiz is a human as well.

Terry: Aw, come on! How come everyone is a human but me?!

Human Korvo: Oh God! Not my sister as well!

Human Janiz: It’s okay. This is natural for Shlorpians.

Solar Opposites: Huh?

The scene cuts to the ship.

Human Korvo: Janiz, why have we turn into humans?!

Human Janiz sets up her computer and shows a holographic slideshow.

Human Janiz: Don’t worry, this is natural Shlorpian affection on being on the planet for too long without the Pupa terraforming it.

Human Korvo: Oh thank god. But I don’t think we can-

Human Janiz: Can what?

Human Korvo: Turn back…

Human Janiz: What? Is that what you’re worried about?

Pupa comes in and gasp upon seeing father and two of siblings turn into humans. Human Korvo starts crying into Terry’s chest.

Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse: Sadly yes.

Terry: Oh honey… shh… it’s okay… you’re still my Korvy…

Suddenly Human Korvo turns back into a Shlorpian.

Terry: gasp in joy Korvy! You’re you again!

Korvo feels his face and gasps with tears in his eyes.

Korvo: Yes! crying with happiness I’m me again!

Korvo hugs Terry.

Korvo: Oh Terry! I am so overjoyed that I am me again!

Terry: I am too.

The two husbands kiss while moaning.

Human Yumyulack, Human Jesse and Sonya: Eeew! Come on guys, boo! Yucky! That’s gross!

Human Jesse: Damn it! This is why we’re staging an intervention!

Korvo and Terry: No you’re not!

Human Jesse: Huh?

The kids groan in dismay. Human Janiz then scans the family.

Human Janiz: Interesting.

Terry: What?!

Human Janiz: It turns out you can shapeshift back into your normal selves. A Shlorpian only takes one shapeshifting form for being on one planet they’ve been on for too long.

Human Yumyulack: How is that possible?

Human Janiz: A Shlorpian has gain another form as a result of succumbing to the environment of which planet they live on.

Korvo: That is remarkable.

Human Jesse: How come it happen to Korvo first?

Human Janiz shrugs. Human Jesse and Human Yumyulack turn back into their Shlorpian forms.

Jesse: Yay! We’re aliens again!

Yumyulack: Yes!

Terry sighs sadly

Terry: I wish I had a human form.

Korvo: D’aw I’m sure it happen soon en-

Suddenly the Pupa starts grunting.

Jesse: Pupa are you okay?

Sonya: Is the Pupa getting another color?

The Pupa suddenly starts glowing and transforms into a human girl?!

Solar Opposites: Pupa?!

Terry: Are you a…girl?!

Korvo faints. Human Janiz gasps.

Yumyulack: What the fuck? We thought the Pupa is a boy.

Sonya: Aaw. He or she is so cute!

Human Pupa giggles and transforms back. Human Janiz then turns into her Shlorpian form.

Janiz: Ah… that’s better.

Korvo hugs Janiz.

Korvo: Janiz!

Janiz laughs. Terry sighs sadly and walks away.

Korvo: Aw poor Terry… he’s feeling left out..

Korvo walks after Terry and finds him in the bedroom crying into a pillow.

Korvo: Hey sweetie. You still feeling sad over not receiving your human form yet?

Terry: sniffs Yeah.

Korvo: Oh I’m sure you will get it mi amore

Terry blushes.

Terry: Shit! moans You spoke Spanish’

Korvo: seductively while fiddling his fingers on Terry’s chest Of course I did. Did language learning lately.

Terry: Oh, I don’t know why but I’m starting to get turned on.

Korvo: Really?

Terry: Of course. I think this Spanish thing might get me turned on!

Korvo bites his lip.

Terry: Hey, Korv. Wanna have sex?

Korvo: Oh-ho-ho. You know I do. Should we do it on the couch?

Terry: Oh! Hold on! breaking the fourth wall Before we do this, we would like to let you know the sex you’re about to witness will not be pretty. So, if you have small children, now would be a good time to ask them to leave the room. to Korvo Now, shall we?

Korvo: Damn. Did you just break the fourth wall?

The two husbands take off their clothes and sexy away as the kids ran outside in the background.

Terry: Yep! Pretty great? Right?

Korvo: God, that’s so hot!

Terry: Oh yes! Dominate me, you shimmering blue stud of beauty!

Korvo: Yes! Keeping calling me beautiful!

The two husbands take off their clothes and sexy away as the kids ran outside in the background.

Jesse: Ew!

Sonya: Gross dude!

Terry: offscreen Fuck, you’re so pretty, Korvy!

Yumyulack: Aw come on boo!

Korvo: FFFFFUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKK!

Debbie then hears them and grows touched by the husband’s love.

Debbie: You know, this reminds me of a song. You kids wanna hear it?

Yumyulack, Jesse ands Sonya: RUN!

Cue the song

[DEBBIE]

number one Take him home!

number two He’s wasted! Yaaaayyy!

[KORVO]

My God, Terry! Right there! Right there! That's the spot -- that's the spot! -- okay, A little lower -- okay, now to the left -- No, my left -- ohhhhhhhh!

[TERRY]

Oh, my God, Korvo, no one's ever touched me Like this before -- you can't put your finger there -- Ooh, put your finger there!

[BOTH]

Oh yeah!

[DEBBIE]

You can be as loud as The hell you want When you're making love. You can be as loud as The hell you want When you're making love. You can be as loud as The hell you want When you're making love. You can be as loud as The hell you want...

[KORVO]

(Screaming in pleasure) Aaaaaahhh!

[TERRY]

Yaaaaaaahhh!

[DEBBIE]

You hear what? -- Hell no, I won't tell them to quiet down!

[KORVO]

Are we being too loud?

[TERRY]

Yeah, are we bothering someone?

[DEBBIE]

Oh, no, not at all, guys. You keep doing what you're doing. Yeah! Louder! You're not allowed to Be loud at the library, At the art museum or At a play

But when you and Your partner are doin' the nasty Don't behave like you're At the ballet! 'Cause you can be as loud As the hell you want When you're making love. You can be as loud As the hell you want When you're making love.

Don't let the neighbors Stop you from havin' fun, They'll have peace and Quiet when you're Good and done.

[ALL]

Be as loud as The hell you want When you're making love! (heavy breathing) Loud as the hell you want...

[KORVO] Faster, Terry

[TERRY]

Korvo, slow down! This not a race!

[DEBBIE]

Loud as the hell you want...

[KORVO]

Oh, YEAH!

[TERRY]

Who's your daddy?

[KORVO]

What?? Terry!!

[ALL]

Loud as the hell you want... Loud as the hell you want...

[DEBBIE]

Smack it and lick it and rub It and suck it!

[ALL]

Loud as the hell you want...

[KORVO]

Yes! Work your mama!

ALL Loud as the hell you --

[TERRY]

Oh yeah, that's it!

[KORVO]

Ooh, babe!

[TERRY]

(enjoying himself) Uuuuuhh!

[ALL]

Loud as the hell you... (x7) Want!

Debbie: My, singing gives me such a rush!

Unknown to her, the kids are hiding as they start to feel disgusted. Korvo and Terry collapse on the bed.

Terry: Oooooh…. Baby that was amazing!

Korvo: I know.

Terry suddenly starts glowing

Korvo: Terry?

Terry suddenly turns human.

Korvo: cries out in shock

Terry: What?!

Korvo: Terry! You have a human penis… and you’re human!

Human Terry looks in the mirror.

Human Terry: I-I’m a human… an-and and I got a slightly above average human penis!

Korvo starts playing with Human Terry’s hair.

Korvo: Wow. Nice hair.

Human Terry blushes.

Human Terry: touches his ears Wow you gotta teach these ears. I can’t believe I a got a penis, and a nose and a dick and a head full of hair and a shlong!

Korvo laughs and turns into his human form.

Human Korvo: Say I think this new form of yours have got me turned on.

Human Terry: Well, we’ve never had sex as humans before.

Human Korvo then seduces Human Terry.

Human Korvo: I think what you and your sexy hunky human body right now you green stud…

Human Terry growls seductively and pins Human Korvo against the bed.

Human Terry: Baby you got me on fire!

The two husbands make out as Human Terry grabs Human Korvo’s crotch.

Human Korvo: moans Oh yes Terry… Fuck! Oh! Fuck me now!

As the two have sex a mysterious figure watches them and growls. He puts down his binoculars and throws a knife at a nearby tree as he snarls.

???: I’ll make him pay for what he’s done.

The scene then cuts to Human Korvo and Human Terry snuggling with each other.

Human Korvo: That was great.

Human Terry: You were great.

Human Terry plays with Human Korvo’s hair.

Human Terry: By the way, nice long blond hair. It suits you.

Human Korvo: You think?

Human Korvo smiles but then looks sad.

Human Terry: What’s wrong?

Human Korvo: I’m scared, Terry. Scared of being human. I’m not used to…to…this.

Human Terry smiles as he soothes Human Korvo’s face in a comfort manner.

Human Terry: I know. But we’ll get through this. You just need to-

Suddenly… They heard a knock on their door.

Human Korvo: Come in!

Then, Janiz comes in as she gasp upon seeing Human Terry.

Janiz: Terry?

Human Terry: Hey? chuckles nervously

The scene then cuts to Human Terry and Human Korvo putting their clothes back on as the kids grow shock by Terry’s human form.

Jesse: Jesus Jessica Parker!

Sonya: Holy sweet mother grapes! Terry is a human now?

Human Terry: Yep.

Jesse: Jeepers! I can’t believe you’re actually human. This is so cool.

Yumyulack: Oh my God! Do you have a butthole?!

Human Terry: I don’t know you tell me!

Human Terry pulls down his pants and…

Yumyulack, Jesse and Sonya: Whoa-ho! He’s a got a butthole! He’s got a butthole!

Sonya: Can you put stuff in it?!

Human Terry: Oh. Great idea sweetie. What kind of stuff should I put it in it? Give me that gunquan!

Sonya: Okay!

Korvo: stops Sonya Uh uh uh! Nobody is putting anything in Terry’s butthole, except me. After we can figure out how to zap it!

Sonya: Aw…

Human Terry: Oh come on! You never let me put anything in anything!

Korvo chuckles.

Korvo: I know, darling. But let’s keep it subtle.

Pupa however runs in the room screaming.

Sonya: Pupa! What’s wrong?!

Pupa: Monster!

Solar Opposites: SAY WHAT?!

Jesse: What do you mean there’s a monster?

Pupa points outside. Korvo comes outside and gasps.

Pupa: hands them a note Look!

Terry takes the note. It says, “Korvo, I’m gonna kill you” writing in a blood! Terry gasps.

Terry: Oh no! That man is gonna kill Korvy!

Korvo gasps.

Korvo: Oh fuck!

AISHA, EVA and MAX then pops out.

EVA: What’s going on?

Korvo starts having a panic attack as he screams it out.

Korvo: SOMEONE IS OUT TO KILL ME!

The AIs gasp

AISHA: Oh shit! We should run away to Mexico or something to keep you safe!

Korvo: NO!

Korvo starts breathing in and out in fear.

Korvo: Fuck! I don’t wanna die! cries I DON’T WANNA DIE!

Korvo breaks down in tears. Terry gasps.

Terry: Oh no Korvy… hugs Korvo as he continues crying

Janiz: Oh Korvo…

Janiz comes up and soothes her brother.

Korvo: Terry, can you promise me something.

Terry: Yes! Anything!

Korvo: Promise me you’ll never leave my side. a tear runs down Korvo’s cheek Promise me you’ll be there to protect me. Please…

Terry gasp as he pulls Korvo in for a cooldown hug and soothes as Korvo continues crying into Terry’s chest.

Terry: I promise, babe. I promise.

Korvo sniffles as the kids rush over.

Yumyulack: Korvo?

Jesse: Aw poor Korvo

Sonya: Aw Korvo… *hugs Korvo*

Janiz: Guys! We gotta get Korvo out of here!

Korvo: Please do.

Janiz: But first, I think we should use our human forms for safety!

Korvo: Okay.

AISHA: We’re going with you too!

EVA: Yeah! We’re family guys!

MAX: So count us in!

The AIs turn into their human forms.

Solar Opposites: Whoa…

Korvo: I had no idea you guys could do that!

Human MAX: Janiz gave us these.

Korvo: *to Janiz* You did?

Janiz: I did. When you two where having sex, I reprogrammed them with the ability to turn into humans

Terry: Wow! Your human looks so cool guys!

Human EVA: Thanks!

Human AISHA: This human form is way amazing!

Yumyulack: Yeah, AISHA! You look good!

Human AISHA: Thanks!

Human MAX: Look at mine too! It has a sweet hot beard!

Korvo laughs and gains confidence.

Korvo: Solar Opposites, move out!

The others turn into their human forms

Korvo: Oh right human forms! Got it!

Korvo turns into his human form and ties his hair into a ponytail.

Human Terry: Wow. Nice ponytail!

Human Korvo laughs and blushes.

Human Korvo: Thanks honey. looks at Human Pupa Although, I think Pupa needs clothes now for his human form.

Human Jesse: Yeah, you’re right.

Human Pupa giggles as the family picks him up and takes him inside.

A few seconds later…

Human Janiz: There we go.

Human Korvo: Okay, now that the Pupa’s dressed. It’s time to kick ass!

Human Pupa: now with cute clothes on him, including a pink no sleeve shirt Yeah!

The human Solar Opposites head out as the mysterious figure watches them and chuckles.

Mysterious Figure: I’m coming for you Korvo….

The scene cuts to an abandoned warehouse.

Human Korvo: Okay. We can hide in there for awhile.

Human Terry: Okay.

Human Pupa: I’m scared.

Human Jesse: Us too Korvo.

Human Korvo sighs and picks up Human Pupa.

Human Korvo: It’s okay Pupa. We’re safe in here as long as whoever wants to kill me can’t find us and leave.

Sonya hugs Human Yumyulack and Human Jesse for comfort. Suddenly… A loud knock was heard as the family gasp in horror. The kids hide behind their dads, aunt and AIs for protection.

Mysterious Figure: offscreen; through the door Knock knock…

Human Yumyulack: Wh-who’s there?

Human Korvo: Go away!

Mysterious Figure: offscreen; through the door Too late…

The mysterious figure bursts through the door wearing a mask and attacks Human Korvo, knocking him out cold.

Solar Opposites: KORVO!

Human Terry cries tears of sadness before getting angry.

Mysterious Figure: What’s the matter Terry? Aren’t you suppose to be happy over what he did to us?

Human Terry: YOU PRICK!

Human Terry punches the mysterious figure as he groans. This gives the group time to escape.

Human AISHA: FUCKING RUN GUYS!

Human AISHA picks up Human Korvo who turns back into his Shlorpian form.

Human AISHA: Hang on Korvo! Let’s get you outta here!

The group runs out of the warehouse. After they stop running, Human AISHA puts Korvo down as Human Terry runs up to him.

Human Terry: Aw no. My poor Korvy. kisses Korvo on the forehead

Human Terry sobs. Korvo moans as he opens his eyes.

Korvo: Terry?

Human Terry smiles in tears of joy as he gasp.

Human Terry: Korvy!

Human Terry kiss Korvo on the lips as Korvo smiles and blushes.

Korvo: What happened?

Human Yumyulack: I don’t know.

Human Jesse: Me neither. Something or somebody knocked you out.

Korvo: Damn…I hardly remember. Everything‘s just one massive blur.

Human Janiz: Let’s just get you home before-

Suddenly a mysterious figure is heard laughing like a maniac.

Human Terry: Uh, who is that?!

???: Aw, I’m surprised you don’t remember me.

Korvo: What? The fuck are you talking about?

The mysterious figure suddenly jumps down from a tree.

Solar Opposites: Aaaah!

The Solar Opposites then gasp.

Human Jesse: Oh. My. God.

Sonya: Who is that guy?!

Korvo: No. It can’t be.

Human Yumyulack: Holy similar!

The mysterious figure looks exactly like Terry but different!

Human Janiz: Terry, is that you?!

Human Terry: Oh no! It’s Evil me from the time Korvy tried to change into something I am not but it backfired and it created a psychopathic version of myself!

Korvo sighs and starts crying

Human Terry: Aw no, Korvy. Don’t cry. It was years ago.

Korvo: I don’t care! I’m ashamed of what I did! I shouldn’t have-

Human Terry gives Korvo a cooldown hug as Korvo continues sobbing.

Evil Terry: Oh boo-hoo. Mr. Crybaby is guilty.

Human Terry growls in fury.

Human Terry: You…you…

Human Yumyulack: Uh, you okay Terry?

Human Jesse realizes something.

Human Jesse: Come on, Terry! Let the anger out!

Human Terry screams in fury. Human Terry tackles Evil Terry to the ground.

Evil Terry: Aaah! What the hell?!

Human Terry bites Evil Terry’s arm.

Evil Terry: Aaah! Savage beast!

Human Terry: HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY KORVY!

Human EVA grabs Human Terry and holds him back.

Human AISHA: Easy Terry! Calm yourself!

Human Terry pants angrily as Korvo gets turned on.

Korvo: Holy shit. Terry, you have me so turned on!

Human Terry: Uh, I do?

Korvo: seductively Hell yeah you do, you big hunky Shlorpian.

Human Terry bites his lip in lust.

Human Terry: Ho-ho. seductively Tell you what that talk is making me feel all good, coming from you.

The two husbands kiss as Korvo turns into his human form.

Evil Terry: What?!

Human Jesse smirks.

Human Jesse: Boo-yah! Love conquers all bitch!

Human Yumyulack gags.

Human Pupa: covers his eyes Yucky!

Evil Terry growls and throws his knife at Human Korvo. Human Korvo screams and ducks as it hits a window. Evil Terry grunts in anger. Human Korvo starts having a panic attack as Human Terry gasp.

Human Terry: Hey hey, Korvo. It’s okay.

Human Korvo keeps breathing in and out as he starts breaking down in tears. Human Janiz rushes to comfort her brother.

Human Janiz: KORVO!

Human Janiz hugs Human Korvo.

Human Korvo: weeping

Human Janiz: Shh… it’s okay… shh… I’m here lil bro…

Evil Terry: Lil bro? You have a sister?! laughs How lame is that?!

Human Janiz growls while going big sister instincts as he continues to console Human Korvo.

Human Janiz: Fuck. Off.

Human Korvo suddenly shows tranquil fury.

Human Janiz: Korvo?

Human Korvo grabs Evil Terry by the shirt.

Evil Terry: Hey! What the fuck?!

Human Terry blushes.

Human Terry: to himself quietly That hunky blue shimmering stud of mine has just won me over.

Human Korvo growls as Evil Terry.

Evil Terry: laughs Watcha gonna do? Punch me?

Human Korvo: No. I’ll let you live. For now.

Evil Terry growls and kicks Human Korvo in the face. As Evil Terry escapes, the family realizes they have to stop them.

Human Jesse: Korvo, are you okay?!

Human Korvo: Yes I am. But guys, we gotta stop him!

Human EVA: But how?!

Human MAX: I have an idea, but it’s super crazy.

Human Terry: Good! Let’s hear it then!

Human MAX: Okay here is the plan you all ready?!

Solar Opposites: YEAH!

Later, Evil Terry searches for the family everywhere.

Evil Terry: Where are you? Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Unknown to him, the human Solars hide and then Human Jesse nods for the signal. Human Terry then jumps down and traps Evil Terry in a net.

Human Terry: Gotcha bitch!

Evil Terry: Hey! Get off me! to Human Korvo You’ll pay for this!

Human Korvo: No you won’t. This has to stop! Why are you even here?!

Evil Terry: TO GET BACK AT YOU AND EVERY OTHER KORVO IN EVERY UNIVERSE!

The family grow confused.

Human Korvo: What?!

Human Terry: Dude, that’s crazy talk!

Human Jesse: Yeah. Why would you wanna do that?

Evil Terry starts breathing in and out in rage as tears burst from his eyes.

Human EVA: Uh, you okay?

Evil Terry: I’m fine! wipes a tear away

Human Janiz: Um, you don’t look fine.

Evil Terry: tears stream down in rage I JUST WANT TO BE LOVED, OKAY?!

Human Korvo gasps. Evil Terry punches his fist to the ground as he breaks down in tears.

Human Yumyulack: Wow. This haughty is definitely broken.

Human Korvo sighs and removes his hair tie

Human Korvo: I’m sorry I turned you into something you are not… that was wrong…

Evil Terry: Why should I forgive you?

Human Korvo looks at Human Terry, who smiles at him.

Human Korvo: Because you have every right to be mad at me for what I did and I shouldn’t have done that.

Human Terry smiles as a single tear shed from his right eye, which signify that he already forgives Korvo.

Evil Terry: How do I know you won’t do the same thing?

Human Korvo: Because this whole time, you were already perfect just the way you are.

Human Terry: Oh Korvy!

Human Terry then pulls Human Korvo for a kiss on the lips as the two human alien husbands moan lovingly at each other. Evil Terry sighs sadly.

Evil Terry: to Human Terry You really do love him… do you…

Human Terry: More than anything in the world. He’s my sexy hunky Shlorpian.

Human Korvo: Aw Terry. kisses Human Terry on the lips

Human Jesse: Blegh!

Human Yumyulack and Sonya: Eeew!

Human Jesse: Ugh! We give up…

Human Pupa: Yucky!

Evil Terry then picks up his knife and looks at his reflection as he finally has a heel realization.

Evil Terry: I guess I should give friends a chance.

The Solars gasp in surprise.

Sonya: Really Evil Daddy?

Evil Terry: Sure. Plus, I kinda like this little girl.

Evil Terry ruffles Sonya’s hair. Sonya giggles. Evil Terry suddenly starts glowing.

Evil Terry: Uh, what the fuck is happening to me?

Evil Terry turns into a human.

Human Evil Terry: Damn I look hot.

Human Terry: Hey! Looking good!

Human Evil Terry: Thanks. By the way, looks at Sonya who’s that little girl’s name?

Human Korvo: She’s Sonya. We adopted her.

Human Evil Terry: Wait. That means she’s your daughter?

Human Yumyulack: Yep. And our sister.

Human Jesse: She is a Solar now.

Sonya giggles. Human Evil Terry smiles.

Human Evil Terry: I was wrong about you Korvo. You’re a great husband and a great dad and a great brother too. I’m sorry...

Human Korvo: It’s okay.

Human Korvo and Human Evil Terry hug as the others join in.

Human Evil Terry: So Terry, where should we head now?

Human Terry: Back to our house. Korvo and I have to get ready for a dinner party.

Human Korvo: Oh yes. That.

Human Yumyulack: Should we take a bus?

The scene then cuts to the Solars’ house.

Human Evil Terry: Nice house man.

Human Jesse: Thanks.

Human Terry: Korvo, you ready to go?

Human Korvo: offscreen Coming!

Human Korvo comes down the stairs in a sparkly purple tuxedo, sparkly purple eyeshadow, and sparkly purple lipstick.

Human Terry: smitten whistle

Human Jesse: Whoa.

Human Yumyulack: You’re all that.

Human Terry: smitten whistle

Human Jesse: Whoa.

Human Yumyulack: You’re all that.

Human Korvo: Thanks kids.

Human Evil Terry: Damn. You’re like a badass fashion model.

Human Korvo: I sure do. Oh, what about Pupa?

Human Pupa: Hottie!

Human Pupa then pops out wearing a tuxedo dress.

Human Jesse: Oh my gosh! That’s so cute!

Human Terry: Aw, look at human Pupa! So adorable!

Human Terry then turns to Human Korvo and places a hand on his cheek

Human Terry: You never looked more beautiful my love.

Human Korvo laughs and removes his hair tie.

Human Korvo: You sure this new so is fancy for you? flips his hair back n forth

Human Terry: Oh hell yes.

Human AISHA: Shall we head out now fam?

Human Jesse: Yes!

The family then leaves and head out on the bus. Inside, the family are keeping themselves occupy

Human Evil Terry: Nice transportation.

Human Korvo: Pretty neat right?

Human Pupa starts playing around as he giggles on his coloring book.. Human Korvo brushes a strand of hair behind his ear and sighs sadly.

Human Terry: What’s wrong honey?

Human Korvo: Should we tell Jamie and Darcy about…this?

Human Terry smiles and puts his hand on Human Korvo’s shoulder.

Human Terry: If it makes you feel better, we will, okay?

Human Korvo smiles as he kiss Human Terry on the cheek.

Human Korvo: Thank you, Terry.

Human Korvo and Human Terry kiss again. But then, they heard a man complaining over Human Pupa doing something that annoyed him.

Man: Sir, can you control your daughter because I-

Human Korvo: Ooh, you are not telling me how to raise my child!

Human Jesse: You do not tell this man how to raise his child!

Human Pupa: You do not tell her how to raise me!

Human Janiz: Mmm-mmm!

Human EVA: No you do not!

Human Terry: You have no idea what my husband is done!

Human Yumyulack: Yeah! That’s right!

The man is shocked but scoffs.

Man: Whatever.

Human Korvo: Yeesh. What a dick.

Human Evil Terry: Jeez, now, I’m don’t miss being evil.

Human Terry: You do? Why?

Human Evil Terry: Because I killed the Korvo from my universe and now that I’ve opened my eyes, I’m starting to feel guilty for what I did.

Human Terry smiles.

Human Terry: It’s okay. That’s in the past now.

The group arrives at the dinner party and Human Korvo has an idea and changes into his Shlorpian form.

Human Jesse: Uh, what are you doing?

Korvo: Just showing off my new look as a Shlorpian.

Human Terry: Hey, that’s actually pretty good idea!

Korvo then knocks on the door as Darcy and Jamie open it.

Darcy: Hey Korvo. What’s up? Nice look.

Korvo: Thanks.

Jamie and Darcy then notice the human Solars.

Jamie: Uh? You mind telling us what happened?

Darcy: Yeah, are these your husband, kids and sister? What happens to them?

Korvo: Well, we found out we can turn into humans. Cool right?

Jamie and Darcy are surprised.

Darcy: Wait? You guys can do that?!

Korvo: Yep. Watch this.

Korvo turns back into his human form as Jamie and Darcy grows surprised by this.

Human Korvo: Thanks.

Darcy: You guys wanna head inside now?

Human Terry: Hell yeah!

Human Korvo: Come along fam. Let’s head inside now. The fun awaits.

Human Korvo kisses Human Terry on the lips before they head inside.

THE END

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Twin Suns

Even though Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa are growing up millions of miles apart, the Force is watching over them as they find themselves in similar dire situations, and gives Beru Whitesun and Breha Organa some help with their two children of the Force.

This is my favorite thing I've ever written--I hope you enjoy!

If you prefer, you can read this on Ao3!

“Luke! Luke!” Aunt Beru’s voice carried on the biting wind into the vast Tatooine desert, and she prayed to all the ancient gods she didn’t believe in that her young nephew would hear her. She feared the swirling sands would cut through her words just as they were cutting into her skin, tearing them to shreds before they could reach the boys’ ears. She had told him he could play outside a while ago, but that was before the winds shifted and the sands started moving in that tell-tale way they only did before a storm. She knew how dangerous the sandstorms could be, but the five year old in her care did not. He had not been weathered by the dust and burned by the suns as she had, his spirit was still as naive and bright as the stars that lit the gentle night sky, lighting their only time of relief from the unforgiving suns. Sand had been woven into her being and etched into her bones, and she could feel its power rising as it threatened to display its dominance. Luke was too young to feel it now, but one day he, too, would learn. But until he did, Beru knew it was up to her to protect him.

Fear was beginning to rise in her as a wall of sand moved steadily toward their farm, little Luke nowhere in sight. She didn't know when her husband, Owen, appeared beside her, scanning the horizon for the boy, but his harsh voice cut through the wind.

“If he doesn’t come back before the storm hits--”

“--He will, Owen. He has to.”

“Beru, what if--”

“--Not another word. I won’t even consider it.”

Luke had been in their care since he was just days old, and although he was not of her blood, Beru loved him as a son. Protected him as her own. And not just because she remembered the broken boy who was his father and the kind woman who was his mother, not just because she wanted to keep her promise and honor their memory. Luke was her baby, he had been since the moment the heartbroken Jedi had placed him in her arms.

She promised Obi-Wan she would keep him safe, and that was a promise she was not about to break.

She shifted her prayers from the ancient gods of Tatooine to the Force, something she was only recently beginning to believe in, and she called out again.

“Luke! Luke!”

“Leia! Leia!” The voice that called out across the forest surrounding the Palace was not the voice of the Queen, but of a worried mother. Breha Organa could see the dark clouds brewing above, could feel the electricity in the air and hear the deafening cracks of thunder. Alderaan was a peaceful planet in every aspect except for its storms. When they struck, they carried all the righteous fury which lived in the hearts of all its citizens, the torrents coming down like the impassioned words that fly from the mouths of their Senators and leaders. Water was the lifeblood of Alderaan, and it could take life just as easily as it gave it. When Breha told the young princess she could play in the vast forest, her favorite place on their planet, she had no idea that within a short time the skies would turn violent and danger would threaten their peaceful paradise.

“Any sign of her, Dear?” The voice of her husband brought Breha out of her head and paused the worst case scenarios that were running through her mind. All she could do in response was shake her head no. She never had to put on any facades with Bail. She often felt he was the only person she could truly be herself around. Well, him and Leia.

Leia.

Where could she be?

“I have guards searching the entire palace and surrounding area for her, the last time someone saw her was about thirty minutes ago in the clearing near the palace doors.” Breha was only half listening to her husband's calm, soothing voice, her eyes still scanning the edge of the trees. Bail had an almost unsettling gift of remaining calm and logical in even the most dire and intense situations, a trait that not only made him a good prince, senator, and leader, but also a trait that made him a good husband and father. Breha was grateful for that gift at this moment.

“I would have never let her play by herself if I knew a storm would be coming.” Bail placed a loving hand on his wife's shoulder and spoke to her in a low, gentle voice, pretending not to notice the way her hands were shaking and her lip was quivering.

Breha Organa was not a woman easily shaken.

“No one knew, Dear. That’s what makes these storms so dangerous. There was no way of knowing, and we always let Leia play freely in this part of the forest. You cannot blame yourself.” Even though Leia was only five, and a Princess, it was common for her to roam around the Palace and a small area of the woods unattended, for someone always had eyes on her. All of the Palace’s inhabitants, and all of Alderaan for that matter, loved her as their own and had gotten used to seeing the small, giddy ball of sunlight bouncing about the castle. The servants liked to joke that you could keep track of where Leia had been by looking at how brightly people were smiling. Alderaan was a perfectly safe place for a young princess to grow up, perfectly safe, that is, except for when storms struck.

“What if we can't find her, Bail? What are we to do if--”

“--Breha, Dear, we mustn't even think of that. Someone will find her. We will find her. We still have some time before the storm hits in full, and by then she will be safely in our arms, and we’ll all be snuggled together on the couch watching the lighting dance across the sky as we always do. We will find Leia.” Bail placed a loving kiss on her cheek and took her hand gently, providing stability and safety that gave Breha the peace and security to brave a thousand storms.

Although, despite her husband's best efforts, Breha’s heart still raced for her daughter. For, since the moment little Leia had been placed into her arms, she was hers. In Leia, Breha saw the strength and the compassion of her birth mother and sensed the fire and power of her birth father. Every morning, Breha sent a silent prayer of gratitude to Padme Amidala and promised her she would keep her daughter safe, love her as her own, and honor her memory in the way she raised Leia. She remembered the young, wise, kind, beautiful woman Padme was and when she looked down into the big brown eyes of her daughter, she saw Naboo staring back at her. All Breha wanted was to protect Leia, the girl she loved as her own, the girl who was her own, and so as the winds picked up and she felt her tears mix with the first drops of rain that fell from the sky, Breha screamed her daughters name into the wind as she searched frantically through the trees.

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Beru was now running, hoping that her feet could keep her ahead of the wall of sand that was steadily approaching. She had circled their farm twice, no three times, or was it four? Beru didn’t know, she had lost count, the only thing on her mind was finding Luke. He couldn’t have gone far, could he? His little legs could only go so fast, and he knew to never go beyond their property line. Although he was still young, Luke understood the dangers of the sands beyond. Every child on Tatooine did, knowing where it was safe and where it was not was a matter of life or death, and it was taught to them so young it was as if they had been born with the knowledge. Beru pulled her poncho tighter around her and tried in vain to shield her eyes from the sand as she strained to see into the haze, the ground beginning to mix with the sky and make the two indistinguishable. She was speaking out loud now, her voice once again lost in the wind,

“Please, Luke. Be safe. Come back to me”

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Breha had been searching for close to an hour when she allowed herself to cry. Her clothes were now soaked to the skin, she refused to even stop for a moment when Bail offered to get her a raincoat, insisting they keep searching. Her husband gently took her hand in his and looked her deep in the eyes, wiping away the tears that were flowing down her cheeks like the raindrops falling from the sky. He didn’t say anything, he had already reassured her with words in every way he could think of, and he knew his wife enough to know what she needed.

And what she needed right now was to find their daughter.

And so he let her turn away from him, he watched as she began another lap, running the same course she had for the better part of half an hour. Bail took off in the opposite direction, scanning the trees so intensely he was sure he would have them memorized by the end of the day. The forest that was usually their safe place, a portion of them still technically on royal ground and patrolled by guards, a happy and beautiful retreat from the stress and demand of the palace, now turned into an arena of dread and uncertainty. He whispered a silent prayer to the Force, for although he could not feel it, he knew it was still there, still keeping watch over the galaxy,

“Please, Leia. Be Safe. Come back to us.”

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The sands were furious now, whipping through the air and stinging anything unfortunate enough to be without shelter. Ripping through skin, blinding the eyes. A wall of impenetrable haze blocking out the searing light of the suns above. Beru was desperate now, a sinking feeling of helplessness forming in the pit of her stomach, overwhelming her and filling her eyes with tears, tears that turned to mud on her cheeks as they mixed with the sand in the air. The desert was always hungry, biding its time, plotting and waiting until it could devour. Growing up on Tatooine you know this, you know that at any moment the sands could rage or the suns could scorch or any number of dangers could claim you as their own. But Beru had made a promise, a promise to the broken Jedi who showed up on their doorstep with the helpless, beautiful, perfect child in his arms. A promise to the queen and senator who’s smile shone through her son every time he laughed. A promise to her brother-in-law who was lost long ago, but who she still remembered and wondered about. A promise, however faint and far away, to the distant Force. And now, the only thing she could think was that she couldn't keep that promise, that she was breaking it. She had failed. The weight of her guilt and fear sent her to the ground, her knees hitting the hard dirt and her hands going reflexively to cover her face from the barrage of wind and dust that was now beginning to pick up around her. It was over. He was gone. How would she tell Owen? How would she—

“Aunt Beru?”

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The rain was coming down in sheets now, relentlessly pouring onto the soft earth. Drenching Brehas skin, stinging it, blinding her eyes. She could only see a few feet in front of her as the downpour raged and grew in intensity. The wall of rain blended with the dark gray mass of clouds above, becoming one, blocking out the sun. The only way to tell between the two was when the clouds would split open to allow a searing bolt of electricity through, lightning that could strike anywhere and ignite the forest below. Breha had passed worry, past panic, past desperation, and was now experiencing a fear and pain that she had never known and couldn’t name, as the deepest sense of helplessness she had ever felt began to take root deep within her. She had only felt this way once in her life, and now standing in the downpour she felt like that terrified and dying sixteen year old atop Appenza Peak all over again, her heart failing and her lungs no longer taking in air. Alderaan was a loving planet, generous and quick to give abundantly to its inhabitants. Taking was not in its nature, but there were moments, however rare, when the skies would rage or the seas would churn and everyone would be reminded just how severe their home could be, if it chose to. But Breha had made a promise, a promise to the wise Jedi who had long been a loyal friend to her husband. A promise to her own friend, a fellow queen and trusted ally to Bail in the senate, a role model to even Breha despite the woman being much younger than her. A promise to the fallen Republic itself, to keep the flame of hope alive, no matter how dim the ember may grow. A promise to the thing she knew held the galaxy together, to the Force that she trusted in to this very day. And now, the only thing she could think was that she couldn’t keep that promise, that she was breaking it. She had failed. The weight of her guilt and sorrow sent her to the ground, her knees hitting the damp earth and her hands, in vain, trying to wipe the rain and tears from her eyes. It was over. She was gone. How would she tell Bail? How would she—

“Mom?”

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The wind was so loud Beru almost missed the small, quivering voice. And if it weren’t for the five-year-old placing his tiny hand on her shoulder, she would've told herself she was imaging it. There was no way this fragile, helpless, gentle boy could’ve found his way to her in the middle of this dust storm. Beru barely even knew which way the farm was at this point, how could he have found her? It seemed impossible, and yet there he was.

“Luke!” Beru screamed into the wind, but this time with joy and surprise. Her tears fell harder now, but they were no longer tears of fear and pain. They were tears of relief, flowing down her cheeks and she didn’t even think to wipe them away. In a moment the small child was wrapped in his Aunt’s arms, the woman instinctively wrapping her own poncho around his face to shield his eyes from the stinging sands. Scooping Luke up, she began to walk in the direction of her home, at least she thought she was going the right direction. The storm had not hit in full yet, thank the gods, or else the two of them would’ve been as good as dead. She could still see shapes and outlines of her surroundings, and before long she was stumbling against the wind into the safety of their home.

She set Luke on the kitchen table and cradled his face in her hands, examining the small boy for any injuries.

“Are you okay? Where were you? How did you find me?” The words poured out of Beru’s mouth as fast as the winds that had just been whipping around them, less asking the questions and more needing some outlet for all of her emotions. To her surprise, the small boy in her arms let out a small laugh, but she could see lines down his cheeks where tears had cut through the dust and told the whole world how scared he was.

“I was playing over by the canyon, I’m sorry Aunt Beru I know I shouldn't have been that far from home. Then the wind started picking up and the dust started to rise up on the horizon, just like you told me it did before a storm. I got really scared and started to run back home but then a man appeared from beside a rock and told me I wouldn’t make it back in time and that I should hide in a cave for a while.” At this Beru pulled away, confusion clearly written on her face.

“A man?” She did not like the sound of that. “What did he look like?” Owen had told her that he saw Obi-Wan Kenobi on occasion near the rocks that separated their land from the canyon beyond. And even though Beru didn’t understand why, she knew her husband had told the Jedi to stay away from them. She wondered if now he was the only reason their nephew had survived.

“He was tall, with long dark hair, and some of it was in a ponytail. He had hair around his mouth, he wore weird robes that I haven’t ever seen before, and he was very nice. I wasn’t scared of him at all!” Beru thought for a moment. The robes sounded like Obi-Wan, but she knew he didn’t have long hair or a ponytail.

“He told you to hide?” Was all she said.

“Ya, he pointed to a cave in the rocks that would keep me safe. He told me that you would come looking for me soon, and that he would tell me when you were close enough to run to.”

“He came into the cave with you?” Beru was getting more and more concerned now, her voice serious.

“No, he stayed outside. I told him the storm wasn’t safe and that he should come with me, but he just smiled and said he would be okay.” Beru didn’t understand. This didn’t sound like something Obi-Wan would do, he would’ve brought Luke back to the farm, she was sure of it.

“And then what happened?”

“I ran to the cave and waited, like he told me to. After a while I thought I heard you calling my name, and then I heard the man’s voice tell me to leave the cave and walk to you, he said that you were close.”

“So he was in the cave with you?”

“Nope, it was just his voice. His body wasn’t there.” Beru couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

“Luke, sweetie, that’s not possible.” The five-year-old merely shrugged his tiny shoulders.

“But that’s what happened, Aunt Beru. And he was right, I walked out of the cave and that's when I saw you kneeling on the ground!” Lukes face shifted slightly, and Beru saw a sadness flash across his eyes that seemed to belong to someone much older, “I’m sorry I scared you, Aunt Beru. I didn’t mean to.” Without thinking, Beru pulled Luke into a tight hug, remembering the feeling of hopelessness that overwhelmed her just minutes before as she stood calling his name into the growing darkness.

“It’s okay, Luke. It was an accident. What’s important is that you’re safe now. You’re home. Everything’s going to be okay.”

The two stayed like that for a long while, Beru holding the small boy in her arms, never wanting to let go again, until eventually Luke fell asleep in her arms. She held him for a few more minutes, knowing that these days of childhood would be gone soon, perhaps sooner than they would for any other child.

Because as much as Beru tried to forget it, Luke was not any other child. He was special, and just when she was beginning to believe that a normal life could be possible for him, the universe reminded her that she held a great responsibility in her hands. That night as she laid the sleeping child in his bed and watched his chest peacefully rise and fall, she whispered a prayer of protection over him. She wasn’t quite sure who it was to, maybe to the ancient gods of Tatooine that she stopped believing in long ago, or maybe to the Force which she could no longer ignore. And as she did, she got this overwhelming feeling in her chest that she was now a part of something much greater, this feeling that there were events that were set into motion long ago that were now intertwined with her destiny. No, intertwined with his destiny. The small, sleeping boy in front of her. He would not stay a boy forever, and she could not shake the feeling that someone out there, something, had great plans for him. Looking at the small, sleeping boy in front of her, she felt a hope, a new hope, rise in her chest that she couldn’t quite explain or understand.

But until the day where his future called upon him, she would hold Luke close, she would keep him safe, so that whatever his destiny was, whatever was waiting for him, he would be ready.

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The rain was so loud, Breha almost missed the small, quivering voice. And if it wasn’t for the five-year-old placing a tiny hand on her shoulder, she would’ve told herself she was imagining it. Breha had told herself her little girl was gone, that she wouldn’t find her in time. That maybe in the morning, when the storm had passed, the Force and the gods of Alderaan would be kind enough to return her child to her, however dazed and damaged she would be by then. Leia finding her, now, in the middle of the wind and rain and thunder and electricity seemed impossible, and yet there she was.

“Leia!” Breha yelled her daughter's name into the howling wind, not in fear and desperation this time, but in surprise and relief. In an instant she wrapped her arms around the small girl, holding her tighter than she ever had before. In moments, the queen had wrapped her own rain poncho around the soaked and shivering girl who was clinging to her mother with everything she had. For a long while neither of them spoke, they just held one another and let their tears fall, mingling with the rain, before one of the royal guards stumbled upon their reunion and guided them back to the forest entrance of the palace. Bail was already waiting for them, pacing nervously and wringing his hands, when they entered the warm safety of their home. The senator let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob, overcome by the sight of his wife and daughter safe at last, and was by their side in a second.

“My girls, you’re home, you’re safe at last” was all he said as he wrapped his arms around them, sinking to the floor in a protective hug.

“Are you okay? Where were you? How did you find me?” Breha’s words came tumbling out of her mouth as soon as all of their tears had slowed and they had stood up from their hug.

“I was playing in the forest very far from the doors, I’m sorry Mommy I shouldn't have been so far away. Then the wind started picking up and the thunder got louder and louder and the air got prickly like you said it did before a storm hit. I got really scared and was about to run back home when I heard a voice telling me to wait and hide.” Bail and Breha shared a look of confusion and concern before kneeling down to their daughter.

“You heard a voice?” Breha asked gently.

The small girl nodded. “But not out loud, it was in my head.”

“You heard a voice in your head? And it told you to hide?” It was Bail’s turn to ask.

Leia nodded again, her face very serious. “I found a tree that had big roots that I could hide under. As soon as I was hiding, I saw lightning really close to where I was. I got scared again, but the voice told me that everything would be okay. It told me that you were looking for me, and I felt better.” There was silence again as Bail and Breha shared another look, a knowing look, one that said they both knew what the other was thinking, but neither one of them wanted to say it out loud.

“What did the voice sound like, sweetheart?” Bail’s tone was soft and kind, wanting to understand his daughter.

“It was an old man’s voice, and I don’t know who it was. And he talked really funny, all backwards. But he sounded nice, and I don’t know why, but I trusted him. When I heard it, I felt safe.” At those words, tears rushed into Breha’s eyes once more and Bail nodded slowly, seeming to understand. Neither of them asked anymore questions about the voice. The three were silent for a few moments, before the Princess broke the silence, “I’m sorry Mommy. I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Tears began to brim in her eyes again, and she looked down to her soaked shoes.

“It’s okay, Leia. What’s important is that you’re safe now. You’re home. Everything’s going to be okay.” Breha wrapped her daughter in her arms as she said those words, but she kept her eyes locked on her husbands. There was a look in his eye that she couldn’t quite place, but she knew he was trying to make sense of what their daughter said, trying to work through all of the emotions and thoughts, just as she was. The Queen and the Senator walked side by side, Breha carrying their daughter to her room, where they read to her and sang with her until she fell asleep. But after turning out the light and walking towards the door, Breha lingered for a moment, and as she felt her husband's hand on her shoulder, she knew Bail was doing the same. She stood in the doorway to the lavish bedroom, filled with all the comforts owed to a princess, and she watched the sleeping girl. She knew as soon as she left this room, her and Bail would have a long talk about the child in their care. A long talk about her past, about her future, about their role in both of those things. A long talk about the galaxy, about The Force. So she lingered, living in this moment where there was nothing but herself, her husband, and their daughter sleeping peacefully in their home. She lingered, knowing that soon these days of childhood would be gone, perhaps sooner than they would for any other child.

Because as much as Breha tried to forget it, Leia was not any other child. And not just because she was a princess of Alderaan. No, Leia was special, and just when she was beginning to believe that a normal royal life could be possible for her, the universe reminded her that she held a great responsibility in her hands. She thought of the world Leia was born into, one of tradition and politics and power. She thought of the gift and curse she inherited from her birth parents that the small girl didn’t even know about, and perhaps would never know about. She thought about the Empire that grew stronger every day, squeezing and constricting those they ruled over like a snake slowly killing its prey, biding its time until it could devour. Breha wondered what kind of future Leia would have, and her heart broke for her. She knew more than most that the life of a Queen was both a privilege and a burden, a great joy and a great weight that one had to carry alone.

Well, maybe not alone.

Breha looked at the peaceful, sleeping child in front of her and she got an overwhelming feeling in her chest that she was a part of something much greater, a feeling that there were events which were set into motion long ago that were intertwined with her destiny. No, intertwined with her destiny. The small, sleeping girl in front of her. She would not stay a child forever, and she could not shake the feeling that someone out there, something, had great plans for Leia. Looking at the small princess in front of her, Breha felt a hope, a new hope, rise in her chest that she was only beginning to understand.

But until the day where Leia’s future called upon her, Breha would hold her close, she would keep her safe, so that whatever her destiny was, whatever was waiting for her, she would be ready.

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The Bond Between Us ~ 65

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Word Count: 1,840ish

Summary: Time passes, though things really don’t get easier.

Notes: The start of the Empire Strikes Back!

Three years passed in the slowest of fashions. Despite your desire to run and hide—to live out your life by yourself—you could not leave Leia and Luke behind. It was your duty now to protect and watch over them.

You didn’t like how similar the Rebellion felt to the Clone Wars. It made you miss those of your past even more: Ahsoka, Padme, Crak, Cody, Rex, Anakin, and even Master Yoda. There is no one you missed more though than your beloved husband, Obi-Wan. And no matter how hard you tried to connect with him through the Force, you always came up empty. You remembered that Obi-Wan had said that it took ten years for him to connect with Qui-Gon. Unfortunately, you did not have the patience or faith to endure that.

Luke often asked you to train him. Occasionally, you would give in and spare with him but you refused to teach him in any of the matters of the Force. He was kind and understanding about it at first but as the years went on he grew more confused as to why you wouldn’t. You refused to give him any actual answer. There was too much baggage, you felt like, and it was too risky to tell Luke more information than he already knew. It was not time to tell him—or Leia—the truth about everything.

Han stuck around, though he constantly complained about staying and made excuses for leaving but never actually did. The two of you grew close as you would spend time together on his ship drinking. You got to know him well and he you—for the most part.

You often complained to Han about how the Rebellion was worsening your PTSD, which was true. You were struggling to get to sleep and when you did sleep, it was full of nightmares. You were reliving your worst memories, over and over again.

Han would often respond to your worries by telling you that he was going to get out of there and he would take you with him. You always wished that you could go, but told him you couldn’t leave Leia and Luke. He would question you as to why causing you to switch the subject, in which he never questioned you.

You hadn’t had an experience with the Dark Side like you had had that night, but you could still feel the darkness inside you. It was like it was waiting for the perfect moment to completely take hold of you.

Due to the Empire continually after them, the Rebellion had to keep moving from place to place. You were now located on the frozen, wasteland planet of Hoth. Currently, you were in the makeshift command center where, unfortunately, you spent most of your days.

“Captain Solo,” General Rieekan greeted the man as he came into the command center. “What’s the situation?”

“There isn’t a hint of life in the area,” Han reported on his and Luke’s recent life scan outside the base. “But all the perimeter markers are set, so you'll know if anyone comes calling.”

“Good, and Commander Skywalker?”

“He’s checking out a meteorite that hit near him. He’ll be in soon.”

“With all the meteor activity in this system, it’s going to be difficult to spot approaching ships.”

“The Empire won’t look for you out here. I’d say you’re all set with means it’s time for me to get going.”

“You’re leaving?” Leia questioned, straightening up beside you. You rolled your eyes. She and Han had such thick sexual tension but were too busy being petty with each other to do anything.

“That’s right.”

“You’re an extraordinary fighter,” Rieekan said. “I hate to lose you.”

“Thank you, General. But there’s a price on my head. If I don’t pay off Jabba the Hutt, I’m a walking dead man.”

“I understand. A death mark is not an easy thing to live with.” The General shook Han’s hand. “Until our paths cross again, may the Force be with you.”

The men gave each other a nod before Rieekan moved away. Han turned to you.

“I’ll miss you, kid,” he said with a small, playful smile.

You shook your head as you moved over and brought him in for a hug. “Still older than you,” you retorted.

“Still don’t care.” He pulled back to get a good look at your face. “Are you sure you don’t want to come? There’s plenty of room on the ship.”

You sighed. A large part of you wished that you could run away from your responsibilities here, but you couldn’t. “As much fun as that sounds, I need to stay here.”

“Shame. Chewie’s not as fun to drink with.”

You chuckled. “Stay safe.”

“Always am.” He smirked. “May the Force be with you, Y/N.”

You weren’t necessarily a big fan of that phrase right now but you weren’t able to not wish him well in the same fashion. “May the Force be with you.”

You gave his arm a squeeze as you walked away. Back at your station, you kept an eye out on Leia and Han. Han had moved closer to Leia.

“I guess this is it, Your Highness,” Han said, with some genuine feeling.

Leia was clearly angry. It was written on her face and you could feel it in her Force signature. Han shook his head, realizing that he would not get any warmth from her.

“Well, don’t get all mushy on me,” his tone was cooler now. “So long, Princess.”

Han walked out of the room. Leia stewed for a moment, glancing your way. You gave her a look that tried to tell her that she was being a little hard on Han. She huffed before marching after him. You shook your head and continued working.

~~~

“Han!” You ran through the base calling for the man, hoping it wasn’t too late. “Han!” You came out in the hangar, thankful to see the Millennium Falcon was still there. “Han!”

The man turned from where he was under his ship to face you. He chuckled. “I knew you’d change your mind, kid. I’ve already—“

“No, no, that’s not it.” You came to a harsh stop in front of Han, who placed his hands on your arms to steady you. “Why haven’t you been answering your communicator?”

“I shut it off.” He pulled away and turned back to his ship. “I didn’t need her royal holiness badgering me about staying more.”

“It was about Luke. He hasn’t come back. We don’t know where he is.”

He turned back to face you. “What do you mean, nobody knows?” He started looking around and yelling, “Deck officer! Deck officer!” Han found an officer.

“Excuse me, sir,” the deck officer said. “Might I—“

“Do you know where Commander Skywalker is?”

“I haven’t seen him. He probably came in through the South entrance.”

“It’s possible? Why don’t you go find out? It’s getting dark out there.”

“Yes, sir,” the deck officer rushed away.

Han looked back at you to see you emotional and panicky. Over the past three years, Han had learned a lot about you, and yet nothing at all. One of the things he had somewhat learned was how to read you. Slowly, he came back over to you.

“We have to find him, Han,” you said desperately. “I have failed at protecting everyone in my life. I cannot fail at this.”

He was confused at the true meaning behind your words but wasn’t going to push it. “This is not on you. I’m sure he’s alright.”

“No, you don’t understand. Luke is our only hope. He has to fulfill the prophecy because me and Ana—“ You stopped yourself quickly as you realized you were spilling too much information. “We just have to find him.”

Han was going to say something when the deck officer rushed up to the two of them.

“Commander Skywalker hasn’t come in the south entrance,” the officer informed the two of them. “Maybe he forgot to check in.”

“Not likely,” Han responded. “Are the speeders ready?”

“Not yet. We’re having trouble adapting them to the cold.”

“We’ll have to go out on tauntauns,” you said.

“There’s no ‘we’, kid. I will go, you need to stay here.”

“The temperature’s dropping too rapidly,” warned the officer.

“That’s right, and my friend’s out in it.” Han hopped onto one of the already saddled tauntauns.

“Your tauntaun will freeze before you reach the first marker!”

“Then I’ll see you in hell!”

Han then rode out of the base. You stood at the opening, watching him disappear into the snowy wasteland. R2 beeped as he rolled up to you.

“I’m worried about Luke too,” you replied. R2 beeped and whirled. “Yes, I know how important he is, R2.” Once again, the droid beeped. “No, I cannot be the Chosen One. It’s up to him now.”

~~~

It didn’t take long for Leia to join you at your post, watching the horizon for the men to return. C3PO and R2 were both with you. R2 was trying to pick up any signals from out in the blizzard.

“General,” one of the officers came up to you, “all the patrols are in. There’s still no contact from Skywalker or Solo.”

“R2 says he’s been quite unable to pick up any signals,” C3PO added. “Although, he admits that his own range is far too weak to abandon all hope.”

“Your Highness, General,” Rieekan came up to the took of you as he spoke, “there’s nothing more we can do tonight. The shield doors must be closed.”

You hated that you hadn’t gone after Luke with Han. Standing here, helpless, was not something you were okay with.

“Close the doors,” Rieekan ordered the officers, who quickly obeyed.

As the doors began to close, you closed your eyes and focused on the Force. You branched out to try and sense something, anything, from Luke or Han. You flinched slightly as you felt something all too familiar. Something you hadn’t felt in three years.

“R2 says the chances of survival are 725-to-1,” C3PO said, trying and failing to make you and Leia feel better. “Actually, R2 has been known to make mistakes… from time to time.”

“3PO, out of the kindness of my heart, please, shut up,” you told him, still keeping your eyes shut.

You reached out with the Force once again to see if the same familiar. When you did, your eyes snapped open and you spun around, rushing toward your quarters. You ignored Leia’s calls of your name. Once you were in your quarters, you leaned back against the door.

“Obi-Wan,” you rasped. “Please, show yourself to me… I know you’re there.”

There was no response. The feeling in the Force was even gone. Your head hung as tears sprung up in your eyes.

“I need you, Obi,” you began to cry. “I am not strong enough for this… just… show yourself to me… please.” You slowly slid down the door to your knees. “Why have you abandoned me?”

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