you slipped on a patch of ice and i happened to be walking behind you and you fell into my arms wow you’re really attractive au - Holsom please :) :)
Adam Birkholtz has decided that he is a very lucky man.
He is lucky because he is very large. He is lucky because he is very strong. He is lucky because he has quick reflexes. He is lucky because he was all three of those things at the same time when a stranger walking in front of him slipped backwards on the ice, and Holster managed to catch him easily.
But mostly, Holster thinks, he is lucky because that stranger he caught was hot.
“Oh my God, I am, so, so sorry, dude,” the stranger had sputtered as Holster gently placed him back on his feet. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going, and I didn’t mean at all to–”
Holster laughed. “Chill, bro, it’s fine. No harm, no foul.” And that’s when he really looks at this guy, and he knows his poor bisexual heart has stopped dead.
He’s fucking beautiful is what he is. Jaw that could probably cut glass, short black hair and flawless dark skin, eyes that make Holster want to do corny shit like write poems about eyes. He’s tall, almost as tall as Holster is, and he’s built. And, Holster realizes as he watches the stranger bite his lip and stutter out an apology, he’s fucking adorable, too.
It’s not even fair.
Holster finally collects himself and stops staring, making himself focus on what Hot Stranger is actually saying. Something about coffee, and ruining his shoes, and that’s when he glances down at realizes that yeah, his beat-up gray sneakers have been soaked and are turning brown. Holster had been so distracted, he hadn’t even felt it. Hot Stranger is still apologizing.
“Seriously, I feel so awful, I should have been more careful, I can pay for a new pair, really, I swear–”
Holster cuts him off. “Dude, you are not paying for a pair of shoes. These were old as hell anyway, this’ll just give me, like, the incentive to actually go shopping for new ones.”
Hot Stranger frowns. “Still, please, there’s gotta be something I can do…”
Holster makes a lightning-quick calculation. He feels his face turning red, but he figures now is his best shot. “Well, um, maybe you can’t pay for a new pair of shoes, but I wouldn’t say no to coffee sometime?”
Hot Stranger’s eyes widen, and for a moment Holster is afraid he’s made a terrible mistake, but Hot Stranger speaks first. “Oh, wow, I mean…yeah, no, that’d be…that’d be really great, actually. Um. I could give you my number?”
Holster grins as he unlocks his phone and passes it over. “Yeah, sounds good, man.”
Hot Stranger’s fingers fly over the keyboard, entering his number, and after a few seconds he hands the phone back over. “I kinda have to get to class now. I’m in med school, actually, and they really, really don’t like it if you’re late. But, uh, it was really good meeting you! Catch you later. Well, I guess you actually, uh. Caught me already. I mean, literally. Um. See you later.”
Holster keeps grinning, even though he knows it probably looks dumb at this point. “You, too.”
Hot Stranger smiles nervously and turns around to finally go to class, and Holster knows that today is going to be a good day.
(Several feet down the sidewalk, Justin Oluransi has decided that he is a very lucky man.)
SUMMARY: Ben Solo is the worst kind of rogue, and he’s earned every name that the galaxy has given him. But when a scavenger girl tries to steal his ship on Jakku, he can’t bring himself to leave her behind.
NOTES: God bless @reylotrashcompactor, who both prompted this fic and saved me from crippling doubt about it when I was afraid it was no good. Thank you for all that you do for me, sweetpea. (Also, whoever catches the Game of Thrones reference in this fic gets a gold star and much respect from me.)
He’s a cruel man, a boy lost and afraid of the dark, a trouble-maker fleeing from the light. Running is the only thing he knows how to do; it’s the only thing he’s ever really done.
The price on Ben’s head goes up with each passing year. Between the targets he’s killed and the crimes that have been attributed to him, he can count on the galaxy’s best bounty hunters to be riding his coattails at any given time. Not that this bothers him. Shooting blaster bolts through politicians’ hearts is easy work, and he’ll welcome anything to break the boredom. That’s why he still smuggles spice and steals from businessmen; those jobs aren’t half as lucrative as high-paying hits, but they keep things interesting.
Still, staying ahead of Republic law, the Jedi, and a small army of bounty hunters requires speed. He needs a fast, dependable ship, something one-of-a-kind that can facilitate his work and still get him out of tight spots.
That’s why, when he hears that his father’s freighter might be on Jakku, he leaves for the Western Reaches immediately. Maybe it’s petty or sentimental, but he’s always felt that the Millennium Falcon should be his.
She counts up, counts down, counts on. Her endless days scratched into unforgiving metal, carrying a little girl’s dreams in a lonely woman’s heart.
It takes weeks of deliberation for Rey to make her choice, but once she’s decided, she knows that it’s the only option left to her. It’s a number that makes the answer clear: three thousand eight hundred-nineteen. She counted the tally marks on her wall for the first time, and it isn’t until then that the weight of them hits her. Ten standard years, and then some. That’s how much time she’s spent in this broken imperial walker, scavenging and starving.
And that doesn’t even encompass the years she spent in Unkar Plutt’s cruel care, before she had any freedom at all, any wall of her own to mark upon. To leave her here for so long, her parents are either dead or uninterested in her survival, and Rey is tired of waiting.
“It will be better this way,” his mother says, but all he can think is: better for me, or better for you? It’s a hard question to ask, but an easy one to answer, and he can’t stay where he isn’t wanted. He won’t.
Jakku is a dump the likes of which Ben rarely seen—and that’s saying something, since he’s killed targets on more worlds than most people have even heard of. It’s insulting that the Falcon ended up here, of all places. Dad would be horrified, he thinks, before he remembers that he’ll never see his father again.
His parents threw him away. Handed him over to Luke like a fish thrown back into a river, something unnecessary that it was easier to get rid of than to keep. So it isn’t very hard for Ben to keep to his most important principle: never go home.
He stops a local alien, some ruddy, spindle-necked creature, and says, “Where can I find the owner of that ship?”
When he gestures at the Falcon, the alien says, “Just about everything around here belongs to Unkar Plutt. That’s his blockhouse, right over there.”
Ben gives the alien a diatium cell, the kind that used to power lightsabers. Salvage should be better payment than credits, if he’s heard right about this junkyard world.
The alien thanks him profusely, then hurries over to the blockhouse to trade with Plutt. Ben sees him leave a few minutes later with a net full of vile-looking emergency rations, hauling a generator behind his new-used speeder.
Ben doesn’t have to pay Plutt anything, of course. All it takes is a simple mind-trick, the kind of thing he mastered long before his parents sent him off to train with Luke.
“You’ll give me the ship of my choice for free,” he says.
Plutt nods, his eyes glazed over. “I’ll give you the ship of your choice for free.”
And just because the junk-boss rubs him the wrong way, Ben tells him to hand out every portion he has to the scavengers. With a little luck, oversaturating the Niima market with its primary commodity will put Plutt out of business.
Her hope beats to the rhythm of, “Wait here. We’ll come back for you.” So she stays, and stays, and stays, until the day she can’t. Until her hope turns to stone, like the rest of her.
Rey is halfway through hotwiring Unkar Plutt’s garbage freighter when she hears someone coming up behind her. She reaches for her quarterstaff, but it’s too late, he’s already there, and—she’s frozen, not from fear or lack of nerve, yet truly well and caught, her body held rigid by some terrifying energy. She feels like a fly in a cactus spider’s web, hopelessly immobile, waiting to be preyed upon. No matter how she struggles, she’s stuck, trapped, helpless.
“Stop panicking.” She hears him before she sees him. With her back to the body of the ship, Rey can only look out the viewport at the Jakku sands, at the grotty business of Niima Outpost.
She feels him take her quarterstaff, hears the clunk and rattle of it hitting the floor. Then his hold on her body melts away, and Rey spins around, unsteady but still standing.
The Force, Rey thinks. A mystery out of legends, one she only half-believed in.
The stranger is tall and well-built, large enough to tower over her, dressed all in black. He’s soft-featured, with warm eyes and a generous mouth, his fair skin dotted with beauty marks. He’d look almost pretty if not for his too-big nose and the off-kilter angles of his face. There’s something handsome but strange about him, yet familiar too, and then she recognizes him.
“You’re Ben Solo,” Rey says.
He smirks. “I’m surprised that you get enough news out here to know who I am.”
Rey almost laughs. “Everyone knows who you are.”
Rumor has it that he abandoned his uncle’s Jedi school when he was fourteen, then lived everywhere from the streets of Coruscant to the palaces of Ulon, picking up the mercenary work that’s made him infamous. He’s killed diplomats, Senators, business moguls, and kings. Stolen from the Hutts and spice syndicates and Revika Di. Ben Solo is wanted across half the galaxy for assassinations, treason, and grand larceny—and now she’s gotten on his bad side.
Hi. Whitefeather79 here. This is my contribution to the past life au, set during the American Revolution. I hope I did it justice. Posted on my phone. Here’s the lineup:
PAIRING: Anna and Kristoff RATING: Teen (implied violence and intimacy…No thorough descriptions) COLONIAL AU WORD COUNT: I tried to keep it within the limits but I couldn’t stop once I started.
“I suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair.”
So there is the same kind of post I’ve seen where people like to compare the Kristanna meeting to the idealised meeting Anna has when meeting her prince. And as much as I absolutely love all of those gif sets and love relating different parts of the movie together, sadly this analysis is going to be going against those beautiful interpretations.
Kristanna is definitely my favorite Disney couple. Like ever. And that’s because they are so real. And yes sorry Tangled fans, even though pairing up a theif and a princess was a pretty big step for Disney, a realrelationship takes everything to the next level.
Kristoff and Anna don’t meet in the usual cliche way (love at first sight) or even any kind of cliche way. They just meet in a small shop, like how anyone could meet anyone in a small conveniant store. And they don’t hate eachother at first sight either like some of those romantic comedies, they are just confused by one another. Kristoff one one hand is huge, and completely covered in snow, not to mention that he looks like a big scary snow monster. Anna, on the other hand, is dressed in a summer royal dress. Why would a royal want to travel this far in only her summer dress? They just don’t understand eachother. They don’t really talk to eachother much either. It’s just like someone telling you to move over because there is something they want to get behind you. It’s really typical stuff.
And that is why this meeting is special. It’s not a huge pivotal moment, it’s not magical, it doesn’t have any sparks. And that is why it’s freaking brilliant. Because it’s so normal. So casual. It’s basically telling you that you don’t have to fall on a guy to meet your true love, you don’t have to see him and love him at first sight. Your true love could be that guy who told you to move over because you were blocking the milk cartons at the grocery store.
And that is why I don’t think that the creators wanted us to match Anna’s idealisations and this scene together. Because this scene is meant to show us and her that you don’t have to meet him in the most romantic way. You maybe won’t be fetchingly draped against the wall, or suddenly see him standing there. And maybe you won’t laugh and talk that evening.
Because what really matters isn’t how you meet someone, what matters, is what you feel towards that someone in the future.
Credits to sorryblondie for the gifs and annaandkristoffbjorgman for being so sweet to post some other gifs even though I didn’t use them. I may have just gotten an idea for those ones so don’t worry, they’ll be showing up soon.