One of the reasons I haven’t read as much fic lately as I would like is because some of the STAR WARS novels have been absolutely killing it with how enjoyable and satisfying they are! While my fic recs are always and forever recs(rather than reviews), I wanted to do some book reviews. They can function much like recs, though, and I would love to encourage more people to read them along with me, they have some incredible moments, whether adorable or heartbreaking or hilarious or just plain awesome.
If you need a fix of something to read or just want a place to start, maybe this can help start you on the path!
STAR WARS NOVELS: ✦ Ahsoka by E.K. Johnston, ahsoka & ocs, 400 pages ✦ Wild Space by Karen Miller, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & bail & cast, 354 pages ✦ Thrawn by Timothy Zahn, thrawn & governor pryce & ocs & yularen & cast, 448 pages ✦ Leia, Princess of Alderaan by Claudia Gray, leia & bail/breha & cast, 416 pages ✦ Phasma by Delilah S. Dawson, phasma & brendol hux & cast, 400 pages ✦ Catalyst: A Rogue One Novel by James Luceno, galen/lyra & jyn & krennic & tarkin, 352 pages ✦ Bloodline by Claudia Grey, leia & ocs, 352 pages ✦ Moving Target: A Princess Leia Adventure by Cecil Castellucci and Jason Fry, leia & ocs, 240 pages ✦ The Weapon of a Jedi: A Luke Skywalker Adventure by Jason Fry, luke & ocs, 192 pages ✦ Rogue One: A Star Wars Story by Alexander Freed, jyn & cassian & bodhi & baze & chirrut & k2so & galen & krennic & cast, 336 pages ✦ Lone Wolf by Abel G. Peña, obi-wan & luke, 76 pages ✦ The Hive by Steven Barnes, obi-wan & ocs, [short story] ✦ Guardian of the Whills by Greg Rucka, chirrut & baze & ocs, 240 pages ✦ Secrets of the Jedi by Jude Watson, obi-wan/siri & anakin/padme & qui-gon & adi gallia & cast, 208 pages ✦ The Force Awakens: Rey’s Story by Elizabeth Schaefer, rey & cast, 128 pages
prompted by @puddingcatbae on twitter, thank you for requesting my fave cutie-pie skater boys ♥
The sun’s shining at the height of midsummer, and Leo’s out practising handstands in the back yard.
He was always rubbish at them when he was a kid with scrawny arms and so much more excited by dancing and soccer and learning how to do his first jumps on the ice, and he had so much going on that learning how to do them was never an issue. But the neat thing about growing up and incorporating gym sessions between the skating and dancing (the soccer is high injury risk and sadly had to go), is that now Leo’s strong enough and patient enough to learn a few new tricks. And it’s been a couple months, but he keeps his arms straight and core strong, and smiles wide when he takes one stride forwards on his hands, then another, until he’s walking almost as easily as he might on his two feet.
There are steps on the patio—probably Guanghong, gone inside to take a call from his coach and fetch them iced tea from the fridge. Leo redirects himself to walk towards him, and hears soft clunks on the picnic table, quiet humming—and then, finally, an incredulous half-yell.
Honestly, it’s not like it’s anything really special, but Leo stills springs off his hands to see Guanghong staring, slack-jawed; and Leo knows Guanghong’s shocked because his phone is loose in his hand, and Guanghong never misses an opportunity to post things that amaze him on Instagram.
“Oh my god,” he says, biting back a laugh. “You’re gonna let flies in looking like that.”
Guanghong gapes at him like a fish. “You never told me you could walk on your hands!”
“You never asked,” says Leo. Which is a reasonable thing to say; after all, they’re figure skaters, not gymnasts, and just ‘cause Leo’s good at handstands and has friends in the US gymnastics team who’ve taught him some cool tricks doesn’t mean it’s ever going to be useful (or legal) in a competition. It’s kind of sad, though; he used it in an exhibition skate once and it got a better applause than any of his jumps.
“But…” Guanghong seems lost for words, and he still hasn’t made this a Thing on social media. Leo’s slightly concerned. “But Leo… that’s so cool!”
Leo laughs and rubs the back of his head. He doesn’t deny it, though; after all, it’s because it’s cool that he learned to do it.
“Do it again!” Guanghong says; and all of a sudden his phone is up in prime recording position, and with a few taps his eyes light up. “We can absolutely top ten thousand likes on Instagram with this.”
“You can top ten thousand likes, it’s your account,” Leo points out. But’s he’s nothing if not willing to help out, and springs himself back in position.
“Okay, now walk… hand… go forwards,” Guanghong says, determined despite stuttering over the terminology. Upside down, it’s hard to talk, so Leo walks forwards and does his best to ignore how much faster the blood’s going to his head this time round. Guanghong could’ve waited five minutes, surely? Maybe it’s his fault for being bad at saying no, or wait, especially when Guanghong is involved.
“And now in a circle.” Guanghong’s firmly at home behind the camera, commanding and decisive, and Leo wonders if he’s realised his vocation is really as a bolshy director, not a hotheaded actor. I can do both, Guanghong would say to that, defensive as you please. Leo’s still pegging him as a director.
He’s getting awfully close to the flowerbed, and now Leo’s feeling the strain through his wrists and the burn in his stiff-straight elbows. Please don’t let me crash, he begs Guanghong silently. Telepathy would be really great right now. He doesn’t want to ruin Guanghong’s video by falling over, but even he has his limits.
“Backwards, backwards, away from the flowerbed.”
Maybe telepathy does exist after all. If so, the blood’s starting to pound loud in Leo’s ears, and now would be a really great time for Guanghong to let him come down.
“Now—smile for our followers!”
Leo whines, but ducks his head down and gives it his best shot. But the movement proves too much. The pressure in his head rises to a blood-squeezing peak. Leo squeaks.
And with a yelp, his arms wobble, and he topples down to crash against the grass.
“Leo! Ughhh, we were so close!”
Leo moans and squeezes his eyes shut tight. His blood’s flowing in the right direction again and it feels awful.
“We need to do another take,” Guanghong mutters somewhere near him on the grass.
“No,” Leo says. “Please, no, let me die. And then let me stay the right way up.”
There’s a shuffling noise in the grass, and a shadow passes over Leo. He cracks open one eye.
Guanghong’s hovering over him, with the sort of half-pout half-flame-emoji expression Leo can’t help but associate with him getting his own way.
“Please?” he tries again.
Guanghong doesn’t answer right away, but bends down and braces his head over Leo’s.
“Only ‘cause you’re cute,” he says. Leo rolls his eyes. As if.
If it were only ‘cause he’s cute, he doubts Guanghong would do what he does next—and that’s to lean down, and peck a kiss upside down to Leo’s nose. He grins, and wriggles further into the sun-warmed grass. He could stay like this all afternoon. And then, still close above him, Guanghong pipes up again.
“…But do you think you could do another take in twenty minutes?”