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You Can’t Take the Sky From Me - Ch 10: Ranks

a/n: my whole life feels like i’m just apologizing for falling apart basically all the time so the tldr today is, once again: sorry i keep disappearing and also sorry this took so long??? much love to @nymphadoraholtzmann my beta/cheerleader/plot fixer!!
pairing: pansy / percy
word count(s): ~3360//~25340
this week: hangovers, a ball, the oldest trope in the book, and probably some real balls too
tagging: @flintwoodandco @provocative-envy @olivieblake @blood-and-death-will-fall @acciovodka @newt-scxmander @ff-sunset-oasis @scremereel (please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list!!!)

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Pansy awoke the next morning and let out a comfortably sated sigh. And then, she remembered exactly why she was so comfortably sated, and had to bite back a scream of frustration.  

So much for ‘one time thing’, you idiot, she thought to herself, as she let out a huff and dragged herself out of bed. The only small problem, of course, was that Pansy was now well aware of the redheads actual skills - it wasn’t a one time fluke, and he was still excellent despite both of their intoxication. Despite her rather pounding headache, Pansy still didn’t actually regret the actions of the night before.

Except, she reminded herself, what if he wants more now?  

But it seemed like Percy had been just as on board with the sex-only thing as she was, and that - at least - was a positive sign.

By the time she made it to breakfast, she had resolved with herself that it was certainly not going to happen again. At least. She wasn’t going to seek it out again. Besides - her primary focus was still, as always, getting her crew back. That had to happen sooner rather than later, and Pansy was hoping to be off this ridiculous research ship. So, really, it wasn’t like it was going to be a… ongoing problem or anything.

Probably.

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you can’t take the sky from me - ch one: follow the plan

a/n: *shows up forty minutes late with starbucks & a ridiculous rare-pair au that literally no one asked for*
anyways, hi hello I am sorry I have been terribly absent and mostly just a nothing person?? ANYWAYS. I had this idea for a smut scene - a short drabble, you know - and couldn’t figure out a good background setting for it. and then I had this idea to do a space pirates au, which seemed fun and silly and like, idk, 3k tops??
i am so terribly sorry to inform you all that I am currently flying past 13k with absolutely no plans of slowing down or stopping. the outline is nearly 2k and divided into four??? sections and growing. @nymphadoraholtzmann​ drew me the schematics for a warp drive that we designed. everything has gotten very very out of hand and i’m still not entirely? sure how or why???
BUT the tldr here is that I kind of want to make sure this isn’t absolutely nuts and that SOMEONE is going to read it, so I figured I’d post the first chapter and see what the reception is. I probably won’t post the next chapter until I’m closer to being done the fic, unless you’re all super super into this and then hey, maybe I will - but expect another month or so wait, I think, before the fic starts posting in earnest. (I’m also tagging @olivieblake​, @provocative-envy​, @flintwoodandco​, @newt-scxmander​, @kyonomiko​, @ff-sunset-oasis​ - if anyone else wants to be tagged for updates, let me know!!)

what’s inside: space pirates, firefly (etc) ripoffs, probably-bad science, a not-insignificant amount of smut, lots of tropes, a fuckton of swearing, a huge assortment of rare pairs, a small bit of kidnapping, and probably at least one sappy talk about feelings.
pairing(s): pansy parkinson/percy weasley (+ marcus flint/oliver wood, ginny weasley/luna lovegood, draco malfoy/theo nott/hermione granger, & more)


“Motherfucker,” she hissed, as the engine in front of her came to a screeching, stuttering halt. “That is abso-fucking-lutely not a good sign.”

It wasn’t. Pansy might not have a fancy school coding, or - really - even an instructional manual for the hunk of almost literal trash she called a ship, but she knew that under no circumstances was her engine ever, ever supposed to stop.

Huffing slightly and not taking her eyes off the unusually-still contraption in front of her, she reached out in the direction of her mod-com and punched at the buttons until a familiar tone buzzed to life.

“Cap?” she called out, pausing and waiting for the long-suffering sigh and the expected retort of, ‘how many gorram times have I told you not to call me Cap?’ and when it didn’t come after ten, then twenty seconds, Pansy started to panic.

“Draco?” she pressed, reaching out to hit a few buttons on her console in vain hopes that her ship would whirr to life again. “Theo?” Still silence.

Not good. Not good at all.

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In the Star Wars universe, it is stated that slavery is a primary tool of the Sith—for controlling one another, and also for the subjugation of the entire galaxy. And thus it stands to reason that if Anakin is truly the Chosen One (and this is confirmed by Lucas’ canon), then he is also the one who is destined to destroy the Sith, and by doing so, it is implied, break this seemingly-perpetual cycle of slavery (and mental/ideological enslavement).
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The Chosen One, the Hero’s Journey, and breaking the cycle of enslavement in Star Wars: or, why TFA makes no sense in the context of the Prequels and the Original Trilogy’ 

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This is why the climactic and emotionally cathartic ending of Return of the Jedi must herald an end to this cycle. What does destroying the Sith mean, if not that? Without this, there is little point to Anakin’s otherwise wholly tragic story. Without this, I would argue, there is little point to Luke’s story, either.”