The human problem was growing bigger at an alarming pace.
Back when they first started travelling through space, most had viewed their
efforts as cute. Some had even cheered them on from afar. Of course, that was
before they realised what kind of creatures humans really are and what kind of
planet they originate on. Before they knew what humans did for fun.
The humans as a whole hadn’t attacked yet, but it was only a
matter of time before they gathered their forces. The Ktynarian species had to
As a result, they had commandeered a human craft, and with eight Ktynarians to every human, they’d managed to gain control of the vessel
and the horrible creatures within.
Unfortunately it was common knowledge that getting a fully
grown human to talk was a near impossible feat. Fortunately, there were several
younglings on the ship. The majority were younglings actually, which was a
surprise. Upon further investigation it was revealed the ship was operated by a
training facility of the category ‘school’.
After separating the humans into smaller groups to minimise
the risks of organised resistance, Commander Yldrik picked one of the medium
sized younglings to interrogate – having heard that the bigger posed a threat
in size, but that the smallest were often quick and nimble
Yes, the medium sized one were surely the easiest to make a
first attempt on. And if that failed, they still had a plethora of other humans
to interrogate. One of them would surely give them some useful information.
Some of the humans were secreting some sort of fluid from
their optical organs, some making noises the Ktynarians couldn’t identify, but
instructing them to be quiet seemed to just make them more intent on making the
noises. Deciding it would be best to leave xir soldiers to deal with it,
Commander Yldrik turned xir focus to the youngling xe had selected.
“What is your objective,” xe asked. Getting straight to the
point had seemed like the best method, but the human didn’t seem to comprehend.
“What is your objective? What are you here to accomplish?” xe repeated, seemingly surprising the human. Perhaps they hadn’t expected to be
confronted, or for the Ktynarians to be suspicious of them. Clearly the humans
had underestimated them.
“Well, I mean, a B would be great, but I’d settle for a C
too,” the human responded, something in their mouth gleaming slightly. Under
different circumstances Yldrik would have paid it more attention, but xe was
preoccupied deciphering what the human had said.
A bee was a creature from the humans’ home planet, and
apparently vital to their ecosystem. A sea however, was a large body of a
particular kind of water, and their planet seemed to be largely consisting of
it. Why would they possibly want more of it?
“It’s not my best subject,” they said, elevating an upper
part of their anatomy. Yldrik knew xe had been informed of the meaning behind
the movement, but xe had finally noticed something different about the human’s
teeth. Something worrying.
“Bare your teeth.” The human seemed surprised by the order,
but complied after a brief hesitation.
The sight that met xem was terrifying, even for someone with
as much experience as Yldrik.
“W-what are those?”
The human looked perplexed at first, but seemed to
understand what xe was referring to fairly quickly.
“You mean my braces?” the human asked before baring their
teeth further. A grin. At least that was what xe thought the action was named
by the humans. “It’s just metal. You see, my mouth had too many teeth in it, so
they got a bit out of order. Crooked and all, you know? So when I was about
thirteen my parents took me to a dentist who basically attached metal to them
to force them to stay in place. Cool, huh?”
The tone in which the human spoke did no justice to the
horrors that laid in their words. They spoke as if they didn’t realise how terrifying
this information was – no, come to think about it, they spoke as if they enjoyed the horrors they’d clearly been
“And this was necessary for your survival?” xe asked, seeing
no other reasonable explanation.
“No, no it’s just because it looks better,” the human said,
repeating the elevation of an upper part of their anatomy. They did something
else too, with an appendage of theirs, but Yldrik was done paying attention.
In record time, every single Ktynarian had vacated the ship,
control of which had been returned to the humans. Fortunately their ship had a
far higher maximum speed than the humans.
Their only chance at survival would clearly be to stay as
far away from the humans as possible. If they attacked, the Ktynarians would
have no other option than to flee. A species willing to do things like that to
their own young – for aesthetic reasons no less – was not a species one wanted
to go to war against.
STAR WARS is really good for time travel fic, the urge to give the characters a chance to fix things, now that they have an idea of what went wrong or what to look out for, while still having to relive so many painful things, that balance of suffering and yet it’s worth it for the hope it offers, it’s exactly what the best fic is made of. I LOVE TIME TRAVEL FIC SO MUCH, so I’ve collected together a bunch of my favorites!
(Last Updated: 2017.04.19)
✦ Shadows of the Future by stormqueen873, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, 129.3k ObiWan lost the duel on Mustafar, but instead of dying, he finds himself on a ship leaving Tatooine, with his old Master and a familiar young boy. As events begin to unfold, can he stop the future he knows from occuring? ✦ Lost Reflections by esama, obi-wan & ben, 30.k wip Obi-Wan didn’t become Qui-Gon Jinn’s apprentice, and Ben didn’t exile himself to Tatooine. On Bandomeer the two meet. ✦ Threads of the Past by Magier74, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & xanatos, 37.8k Obi-Wan and Anakin make an unexpected detour returning home from a mission. ✦ time to change the road you’re on by wreckageofstars, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 24.3k wip The end of the Clone War is near - the fall of the Republic even nearer. Anakin Skywalker, caught up in the events that lead to the rise of the Empire and the loss of everything he holds dear, finds himself sent nearly two decades into the future. ✦ Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious. ✦ these are the good old days by QueenWithABeeThrone, han & obi-wan & anakin, 2.3k Han Solo, after being killed by his own son, wakes up as an eight-year-old on Corellia, then runs away from home. just his luck (or the Force) that his ride crashes on a world being squabbled over by the Republic and the Separatists. just his luck (or the Force) that he runs into Anakin Skywalker and Obi-wan Kenobi, too. ✦ set this dance alight by QueenWithABeeThrone, obi-wan & ahsoka & han & cast, 3k wip “And don’t call me squirt.” “You’re shorter than I am,” Tano shoots back, “I get to call you anything I like.” or: Han Solo finds the Millennium Falcon a decade or so earlier than scheduled, and Obi-wan Kenobi finds himself adjusting to his new padawan while on the job. ✦ White Rabbits by Butterfly, obi-wan/anakin & background anakin/padme & luke & leia & han & cast, NSFW, time travel, 102.5k wip Through the Force, everything is connected. Anakin and Obi-Wan find this out first-hand. ✦ Futurus (-a -um) by cadesama, anakin/padme + obi-wan/anakin/padme + luke & leia & mon mathma & ahsoka, mildly nsfw, 53.2k wip Cracked hyperdrive? No problem. Just hold it together with the Force. Time travel? Well. That could be a bigger problem. ✦ One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed. ✦ Wake the Storm by bedlamsbard, obi-wan & anakin (pre-slash) & cast, 75.4k Considering that he had picked up what was probably a Sith artifact, promptly passed out in the middle of a war zone, and apparently woken up twenty years in the future with Obi-Wan having taken up residence in his head, Anakin thought he was entitled to have a few questions. ✦ Old Man Luke by scarletjedi, obi-wan & anakin & luke & cast, 10.4k wip Obi-Wan narrowed his eyes. “Who are you?” He asked, hoping a direct question would yield answers. The old man seemed adept at side-stepping information when asked a bit more deftly. “I’ve never heard of a Master with your level of talent.” ✦ Hello From the Other Side by DarthNickels, anakin & luke & han/leia & kylo ren & piett, body swap, time travel, 16.7k wip Kylo Ren is destined to take up the mantle of Vader. The Force can be incredibly literal. ✦ I Found You by KeeperofSeeds, obi-wan & shmi, ~1k A pregnant Shmi makes it to the Jedi Temple and immediate seeks out and finds the boy who was (will be?) her son’s Master/brother/teacher/friend. The boy who became the man to sacrifice himself for her grandchildren. The One who shared her Visions. ✦ went back and put up a fight by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka, 2k She probably shouldn’t trust the wish-granting Sith artefact. (In which Ahsoka makes a brave attempt at hugging the Dark Side out of Anakin) ✦ Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo. ✦ Hollow by JennMel, qui-gon & obi-wan & anakin & others, 5.6k Obi-Wan has always had a secret. And Qui-Gon could not, must not, ever know. If he did, then they would never even make it to Tatooine, let alone deal with the rest to come. One perfect possible future, that’s all Obi-Wan needed to achieve…that’s all. ✦ Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn? ✦ Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers. ✦ The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke & leia & han & cast, time travel, ~4k Obi-Wan wakes up in the middle of a space battle. Or rather he doesn’t. Regardless, a dogfight is no place for an existential crisis. ✦ TDPL Snippet - Leia and Obi-Wan by delicatefury, obi-wan & leia, 1.9k In honor of Carrie Fisher, here’s the first Leia POV scene I wrote for The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars. ✦ TDPL snippet - The Padawan Discussion, round 2. by delicatefury, obi-wan & luke, 2.4k “I know… I know I made a big deal about being a Jedi like my Father,” Luke beings. “And I’m not taking it back,” he hastens to add. “I wanted to be a Jedi at first because he was. I guess I just wanted to know him in someway. But I didn’t wanna be a Jedi like my Father, y’know?” ✦ There’s Still Time to Change the Road You’re On by victoria_p (musesfool), anakin & luke & leia, 3.6k “Time travel? Are you kriffing kidding me?” ✦ I’ll Be There For You by SinkingLikeASunset, obi-wan/anakin/padme (eventual) & qui-gon & clones & cast, 40.7k wip Just days after his fateful encounter with Anakin on Mustafar , Obi-Wan has resigned himself to a lonely existence on Tatooine. However, he has been granted a chance to go back and fix things. Obi-Wan must alter events and make changes as he struggles with memories of a dreadful future and deals with new developments this time around. ✦ untitled by cadesama part 1 / 2 / 3, obi-wan & anakin & leia & rey & padme & finn & poe & cast, 2.7k wip A decade ago, Leia would have considered this a headache. Perhaps a nightmare. Now, she was mostly bemused. ✦ of deserts and droids by songstress, rey & anakin, 3.9k Rey accidentally time-travels, and realizes that Jedi are even more weird than she had ever imagined. ✦ Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & padme, 4.9k Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers. ✦ One Day More by CalaisKenobi, obi-wan & qui-gon & anakin & cast, 31.2k Obi-Wan is given the opportunity to make some changes in his past. With the help of some old friends, and the hindrance of some old enemies, the Galaxy will be forever changed. ✦ Conversations at the Intersections of Time by Sentimental Star, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 5.2k wip What happens when a thirteen-year-old Anakin Skywalker and his twenty-nine-year-old Master get snatched back in time, only to come face to face with a fifteen-year-old Obi-Wan…and a very much alive Qui-Gon Jinn? ✦ Tumbling Star Wars by esama, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon, 11.2k Various Star Wars snippets. Some crossovers. ✦ The Dark Path Lit by Sun and Stars by A_Delicate_Fury, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & luke & leia & cody & cast, time travel, 4.3k wip After a disaster on the cosmic scale that Obi-Wan is still trying to wrap his mind around, he finds himself back in the early days of the Clone Wars, Commander Cody loyally at his side, Anakin at his back, and Sidious plotting against the Jedi at every turn. He’s been given an unasked for chance to do everything over again. And with the Force as his ally, he intends to set the galaxy on a brighter path than its current trajectory. ✦ The Reality of Change by midnight_vision, obi-wan/anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast, time travel, 66k wip Padmé dies on Mustafar and wakes up in the past, about a year before everything falls apart. She’s determined to make sure none of it happens again, and with some help, she tries to expose Palpatine for what he really is. But even if Anakin and the Republic can be saved, that doesn’t mean the outcome will be something any of them want. ✦ From a Certain Point of View pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3 / pt 4, obi-wan & anakin & padme & ahsoka & sidious & cast, 7.5k ✦ Tumblr Ramblings (Obi-Wan Time Travel/AU-jump) by gaealynn, obi-wan & anakin & qui-gon & cast, At the end of RotJ, Obi-Wan reaches out a hand to help Anakin cross over and instead – wakes up on Naboo. ✦ The Fires by Driverpicksthemooseic (Ratkinzluver33), obi-wan/anakin & hinted obi-wan/anakin/padme, 4.2k He wakes quickly and without thought, breaking through the barrier of unconsciousness to find himself face down on the floor of a starfighter. (OR, Groundhog Day. ROTS, Battle of Mustafar, Full-On Groundhog Day. Yes, I am a masochist, thank you for asking.) ✦ Where Have We Come? by soaring_heart, obi-wan & anakin, 1.9k The first time was one of the hardest and the easiest. Obi-Wan loses at Mustafar, but instead of dying he wakes up at the dawn of the last day of the republic, doomed to repeat the worst day of his life, over and over again. ✦ All Over Again by tricksterity, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & shmi & cast, time travel, 27.7k wip Obi-Wan Kenobi is sixteen years old when he collapses in the training salle to the shock of his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. When he wakes up two days later after multiple seizures and flatlining once, he remembers the Clone Wars, remembers Mustafar, remembers being cut in half by the man he loved more than anything in the universe, and he remembers Luke and Leia. ✦ Soldier, Poet, King by Glare, obi-wan/anakin & qui-gon & mace & dooku & palpatine & cast, sith!obi-wan, NSFW, 95.4k wip Second chances are very rarely given, but the Force smiles upon two of its favorite children and returns them to a time before their actions have met their consequences. Anakin Skywalker, also known as Darth Vader, seeks redemption while Obi-Wan “Ben” Kenobi, disillusioned with the Jedi Order and its Code, falls to the Darkness.
Hei! I had an idea of letting my character Unto to show everyday life situations in finnish, but in the way I, as an a native speaker say things. (Meaning spoken language and lil’ bit of words from the dialect I speak.
First one is an easiest way to order that I could think of, because you won’t need to conjugate any words.
Can you do all the dads saying "i love you" to dadsona the first time? (Or dadsona saying it to the dads for the first time and their reaction)((whatever is easiest ( ☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞ ))
((this one was fun and also cuuuuuute as hell. sorry for any errors, it’s late and I’m tired!!))
said it during a night spent on the yacht. It was dusk and
you two were watching the sun dip below the watery horizon line, margarita glasses
in hand, talking about everything and nothing. You laughed, loud and
uninhibited, pitching forward in you beach chair from the force of it. It was
when you had settled back, catching your breath and grinning, that you had heard
him say it. “I love you.” You turned your attention to him and his smile was
small, lazy, content. “What?” “I love you, [Your Name].”
hadn’t said it back the first time you said it. That was okay, you told
yourself, you knew that was going to happen and it was alright for him to take
his time. He never seemed to be made uncomfortable by the words; in fact,
sometimes he asked you to repeat yourself just so he could hear you say it
again. One night you were laying in the bed of his truck, looking up at the
stars and listening to the familiar sounds of Robert’s knife ticking off pieces
of wood as he sat beside you. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath in,
your lungs filling with air and a swirl of happy feelings. So you said it when
you exhaled, and something about the sincerity of your small voice in the quiet
night air made Robert pause. He didn’t turn to look at you, but he reached his
hand over and ran in affectionately over your thigh. “I love you too,” he
mumbled, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it. Your eyes shot open and he looked
at him. You were quiet for a moment, and then, “….Say it again.” Robert turned
to look at you this time and leaned down to press a warm kiss to your lips. “I
almost couldn’t help himself. He had come so close to letting the words tumble
past his lips so many times but it always felt too soon, he was afraid you
wouldn’t return his feelings or that he would scare you off. But Damien knew
what he was feeling, and he knew he couldn’t deny himself for long. The two of
you were in his library and you were (once again) marveling at just how vast
and beautiful it was, and stood behind you, watching, smiling. His hand found
your lower back and he leaned to kiss your cheek. “I love you,” he whispered,
voice shaky with nerves and fear of rejection. You turned to him, your eyes
surprised as they scanned over his blushing and anxious face. “I love you,
too,” you replied, voice sure. And he lit up, his eyes going wide and his
cheeks flushing even darker. “Do you really?” You say it again, smiling up at
him, and the tension falls from his shoulders as he pulls you into a kiss.
was nervous about telling you. It wasn’t spontaneous for
him; he had been falling for you and falling fast, and he had to tell you
before things were too far gone and you couldn’t pull away from him without
feeling guilt. So one day while you were driving to the grocery store together
he gripped the steering wheel particularly tightly and shifted in his seat. “I have
something to tell you,” he started, and anxiety spiked in your system. You
waited, eyes focused on him, brows knit tightly together on your forehead. “I
love you,” he clarified, still not looking at you. “I love you a lot and I
understand if you don’t feel the same way.” You laughed and his nerves shot up
even more, but then you quickly erased his worries. “Of course I love you too.”
‘I love you’ came, as all things do with Craig, naturally. Work and life were
colliding and he needed help, so you volunteered to be the assistant coach for
his girls’ team. You didn’t know much about softball but you learned, and the
girls all seemed to like having you around, even if it was just to tease you.
You learned quickly how passionate Craig was about this game; every game one
was like a superbowl championship for him, and he enthusiastic cheered his
girls into the final few winning runs. After one particularly heated game the
girls had come out on top and just the very last moment, and Craig was so happy
about it that he scooped you up into his arms and spun you around, kissing you
as he did. When he set you down again you looked up at him with the brightest
smile he had ever seen, equally enthusiastic about the game, the girls, his girls, and he had said it then. “I
love you, bro,” he chuckled, holding your cheek in his palm. “I love you a
knew he was falling in love with you before he knew your middle name. You
inspired him, lit up a flame in him that he had thought had burnt out entirely.
He was also, surprisingly enough, pretty confident that you loved him back, but
his anxiety was getting the best of him. So while he wanted his “I love you” to
be romantic and planned out and sweet, his emotions got the better of him. “Hey,
[Your Name]?” he asked, turning to face you from his spot beside you on the
couch. “Yeah babe?” you asked, looking up at him. “I love you a lot,” he
blurted, his cheeks staining red. “Do you love me?” And you laughed, because of
course you did, but it was silly of him to look so anxious about it. “Yes,
sweetie, I love you too.” Mat breathed a sigh of relief and leaned forward to
kiss you sweetly. “Grool,” he mumbled, then he flushed. “I mean to say cool and
then I started to say great. I’m so sorry.”
told you he loved you over a coffee date. “I asked you here
because I wanted to discuss my feelings with you,” he started, formal and
stern. You were immediately nervous. “Isn’t that just a fancy way of saying ‘we
need to talk’?” you half-joked, an anxious laugh bubbling out of your throat. “Yes,
actually, it is,” he admitted. Why didn’t he seem nearly as uncomfortable as
you felt?? You were suddenly very defensive. “Look, Hugo, if you’re going to
break up with me then just–!” “What?” he cut you off, confusion on his
features. “Why would I break up with you?” “That’s usually what people do when
they say ‘we need to talk,’” you snapped, arms crossed. Hugo looked wounded.
Offended, even. “Dear, I came here to tell you that I love you.” You stared. “Sorry,
what?” “I love you,” he repeated, voice gentle and firm. He reached out and
took your hand in his, kissing the tips of your fingers. “I love you, I love
you, I love you.” He didn’t stop saying it until you had relaxed again.
Jamie is the towns local vet, he is about to close the practice for the day when Claire rushes in with a sick/injured Adso! Sparks fly between the two.
Jamie closed the last chart of the day and stretched, enjoying the soft rock playing over the clinic speakers. It had been an unusually long day, but his paperwork was finally done, and he was ready to close shop for the weekend.
Just then, a cloud of curls burst through the doors, looking about as distressed as the woman who bore them and, for that matter, the wee cheetie she was holding carefully under its belly. It wore a crest of painful looking porcupine quills; the work of a half-hour at least.
Yet his protest that it was a minute to closing died on his lips as he met with the woman’s golden eyes.
Dumbstruck as he was, it took him a minute to connect the crisp English accent to her.
“I’m terribly sorry for bursting in so late, it’s just that it seems there are no other veterinarians open at this hour, nor for the weekend, and I came home to find that Adso had picked the wrong fight -“
The kitten narrowed its eyes and let out a rumble of displeasure, as though remembering its foe and their undoubtedly bitter battle.
“Nae trouble at all!” Jamie said a tad too enthusiastically. “Ms…”
“Beauchamp. Claire Beauchamp.”
“Jamie Fraser. Call me Jamie.” He replied, standing back and motioning the way to one of the exam rooms.
She visibly relaxed and followed him back. “Thank you so much. Lord knows the little fool deserves it -“ was it Jamie’s imagination, or did the “little fool’s” rumbling get louder at that? - “but I worry he’d hurt himself more if I left it for next week,” Claire continued, placing the cheetie on the exam table; either unfazed by its behaviour, or used to it.
Seems ye’ve caught a witch, Jamie lad. He stymied his thoughts before they could say any further stupid things.
“A porcupine, ye say? Weel he’s luckily he didna get it worse then.” Jamie commented as he placed a hand on the cat’s fluffy rear in an attempt to stabilize him.
Lightning-fast, he pinched the quill near its base and tugged, simultaneously freeing it and producing a loud yowl from the unfortunate critter.
“One down, about seven more to go.” Claire beamed at him.
“Ooch the first is the easiest,” Jamie explained, “these last ones, weel it depends on the beast, but I dinna think yon cheetie will let them go without a fight.”
He was somewhat embarrassed to find his Scots accent deepening in her presence, and he wondered if she noticed.
“Shhh wee cheetie, dinna fash” he murmured reassuringly, petting its unquilled lower half as he slowly lowered his hand towards what currently resembled nothing so much as a sentient and very angry dustball.
A quick paw reached out and batted his hand away, hissing.
“Adso!” Claire admonished the cat, strikingly like a parent castigating a small child, “let the nice man help you.”
Jamie couldn’t hide his grin as Adso reluctantly lowered his paw, as though he understood his human’s words.
Weel if she is a witch, I’d let her enchant me any day.
She turned an apologetic gaze towards him, “I’m so sorry, he’s really normally sweet…”
“Aye, it’s the pain doing it. I’ve had it happen with horses, so a cheetie’s no trouble.” He reassured her.
“A horse? Really! I’d wouldn’t imagine they would be so foolish as to take on a porcupine.”
She shot an accusatory look at Adso, and he looked away with as much dignity as he could muster in the situation.
Jamie couldn’t help but smile even more broadly. He was uncomfortably aware that he’d been smiling far more than was normal. Complete dolt, that’s what she thinks of ye, lad.
“Not generally, but some sometimes the two startle each other and there’s a wee stramash.”
Claire laughed, and Jamie felt oddly proud to have achieved that. When, he wondered, had he become such a bonehead around women?
He returned his attention (or at least his eyes) to the kitten, gently questing for information as he divested it of its painful ornaments.
“Ye’re not from here, I think?” He asked.
“No, I’m new to Inverness. Moved here to… finish up my medical residency.”
Caught by the sorrow of her tone, he didn’t get his hand back fast enough, and found it instantly mauled by the offended feline.
Claire let out a huff of laughter, but the echo of sorrow was still there.
Jamie extracted his finger from the beastie’s wee claws and tentatively pushed her on it.
“A sassenach in Inverness? That’s an odd choice, if ye don’t mind my saying.”
For a moment she looked as though she would brush him off, but then she let out a breath and something about her seemed to relax, to accept whatever it was she had to tell him.
“I don’t, it’s just… I’ve just gotten divorced. Wanted a fresh start and all that. Some distance.” She looked past the room as she said it, but returned to the present after a moment, meeting his eyes in a manner that had a hint of a challenge to it.
Jamie held her eyes, hoping he was managing to convey sympathy instead of the pity he imagined she often received.
“I understand, though for what it’s worth, I’m surprised any man would willingly part from you.”
He felt the heat rise in his face once more. Ye damn clumsy fool. She’s being open with ye and ye decide the best response is to flirt? Ye should be happy if she claps yer ears and walks out. No less than ye deserve.
Yet she did not clap his ears, nor indeed did she walk out. Jamie seized on the silence to make amends.
“I’m sae sorry, that was rude of me, I-“
“No, no. It was fine, really.” She seemed to hesitate over her next words, and Jamie held his breath.
“It’s just been a while since… I don’t know, since such advances were welcome, I suppose.”
Jamie felt as though he was bolted to the spot. He knew he should say something, but his mind had gone completely blank.
Strident rock chords broke their bubble.
“HEAVY PETTING / COME UP BREATHING” growled the singer
Jamie looked as though someone had dropped him in a boiling pot. Ears glowing bright enough to rival a phone booth, he leapt out of the room and fumbled with the computer, mumbling something about “damn playlist,” and “Alec’s nephew, wee sod.”
Claire burst into laughter at this sudden spectacle, gasping for breath and earning an inquisitive “mrrp?” from Adso that perfectly matched the expression Jamie turned towards her as he re-entered the room. This did nothing to help with the breathing situation, which was becoming quite dire, all sound having been cut off in her mirth.
“Are you laughing at me?” Jamie asked, grinning as he leaned against the door frame.
“Yes, I most certainly am!” Claire gasped, trying to regain her composure.
Jamie found himself unable to resist laughing with her.
Another delicate bubble of silence enveloped them as they recovered.
“I should be on my way. Weekend clinic tomorrow.”
“Oh, aye. Of course.” He agreed, clearing his throat and trying to hide his disappointment. And what did ye think ye’d do, hey? Invite her to yer home just after meeting her? Along with her cheetie?
Claire picked up her unhappy but now de-quilled kitten, tucking him in the crook of her arm to prevent him from squirming too much as he saw her to the door.
She opened her mouth, her face seeming to indicate something was on her mind. But she seemed to decide against it, simply smiling, thanking him, and bidding him a good night.
He beamed, transfixed by the warmth of her smile; a heat he felt right down to his bones.
“Nae trouble, Claire. Good night to you as well.”
Jamie stared at the door for some time after she left, enjoying the flittering of butterflies in his stomach before he realized he’d not thought to ask for her number.
The following week was one of the rare busy weeks at the hospital, and as such, Claire pushed her plans to meet the hot vet once more to the back of her mind. Yet as luck would have it, life intervened to give her another chance.
A plaintive howl emerged from behind the nurse’s desk as Claire walked up to it, eager to confirm her shift was indeed over so she could go home for the weekend.
Nurses Hildegarde, Fitz and Duncan were crowded around its source.
“I dinna care if it’s ill, it’s a mangy dog, no’ a person!” Geillis griped.
“Oh no, is Bouton under the weather?” Claire asked, leaning over to get a look at the miserable dog. Affectionately known as the “petit docteur,” Bouton was a familiar presence on the ward, beloved by the patients and staff (save for nurse Duncan, who seemed to be the only person in the world he didn’t get along with), and known for catching things that even the doctors missed.
“I am afraid so. He has been under the weather for the past few days; I am concerned for him.” Nurse Hildegarde explained, casting a sympathetic look at the poor beast.
“I’ll bring him to a vet!” Claire offered, rather too hastily.
At the nurses’ raised brows, she tried to amend her enthusiasm. “It’s just that I know a very good vet, and I live close… well, close-ish…”
Seeing her rising blush, Nurse Hildegarde hid a smile. “That would be so kind of you, Claire.”
“No trouble at all!” Claire hastily threw on her coat and rushed out, bearing a somewhat startled terrier.
“A vet, then? Geillis grinned slyly. “Think that means he likes it doggy-style?”
((oh she gets smiles out of him all the time, she’s even gotten him to laugh his ass off a few times while they were on break. took her a while to get the first one, but after that…
easiest/fastest way to get that to happen? well her singing never seems to fail, and the way she tells some of her stories is just naturally hilarious. nobody believes her when she says she gets him to smile on an almost daily basis.))
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You taught me how to love a person unconditionally - even when they didn’t love me back. You taught me how to set my pride aside and never let it get in the way of how I feel. You were the first girl I ever truly loved, the first girl I pictured myself growing old with, the first girl that broke my heart. You made me feel like a person, just by being alive, just by being you. You made me love you just by breathing, you didn’t have to do anything else. And, most of all, you taught me that the person I imagine myself marrying will not always be the person I end up with. You taught me that not everyone who enters my life is meant to stay, not everyone is meant to be held onto, and that was perhaps the most valuable lesson of all. You taught me I can love a person, I can picture a future with them, and they will still not stay in my life. I held onto you so tight, for years, even when you didn’t feel the same way. I held onto you and after a while I realized that maybe, we hold onto some things for a while, only to have to let them go. Just because you held something for a while doesn’t mean you will get to hold it forever. I loved you and I let you go, and it hurt like hell. You taught me to let go of what is not meant for me. I never thought I would be able to picture a future without you in it, but I love someone else now and I hope I get to hold her hand for a long time. You taught me to hope for, but to never expect forever from anyone who comes into my life. Thank you for teaching me how to let go, for teaching me that letting go is only the hardest thing in the world until you’ve finally unclenched your first, and then it is one of the easiest things in the universe. Thank you for teaching my hands how to release things that are meant to be released. Thank you for teaching me that holding on isn’t always the answer.
Hi, i see it your color palette meme and read the tutorial that you made, but I'm still kind of confuse. Can you do a tutorial to how to change the color? Like red to blue or green, purple ecc. I'll very grateful.
Of course, anon! I guess I’ll just show you how I colored a couple of different scenes. One is simpler and the other is a bit more complex, so I hope this tutorial covers everything!
I present the unbeta’d chapter one of that Labyrinth/Star Wars crossover you all wanted me to write. I can’t promise chapter 2 for a few weeks, as I’ve exams I really ought to be studying for. But I hope you enjoy the first bit. (Continues under a cut as its a tad longer than I like posting otherwise.)
Obi-Wan is nine - three by three - the
first time he meets the Goblin King. A full moon shines alone in the eternally
lit skies of Coruscant. The initiates had been studying Darthominian folk
customs that afternoon in their class on the cultures of other Force users.
Bruck had broken a precious artifact in the teacher’s absence, then proceeded
to blame it on Obi-Wan. The teacher had not believed his denial. “With behaviour
like this, maybe the Goblins should take you,” the Master taking the class had
declared. Half jest to reassure him, but that meant they were half sincere at
the seriousness of the crime.
“Hey, Oafy-wan.” Bruck had called that
night, safe in their dorm. “Maybe tonight Goblins will take you away. You’d fit
right in with them.”
Obi-Wan had clenched his fists, gritted
his teeth, and forced himself to not retaliate. He had already been refused
that night’s sweet, and forced to clean the common area. All for something he
had not done.
That night cold and alone, Obi-Wan gazed
longing out the window at the moon, hugging himself close. “You know what I
wish?” He asked the stars he couldn’t see. “I wish, I wish the Goblin King would
take me away to the Goblin Kingdom. At leastthere I’d know I was
Deep at the heart of the Room of a
Thousand Fountains, an old water clock completed its final cycle for the day.
When the final chime fell silent, the only things in the bed by the window are
a small round crystal - clear and pure as a drop of moonlight - and a single
“Thanks for the ride,” Harper murmurs, but she makes no move to exit Harry’s car.
“Yeah, it’s no problem,” he replies quietly, his head slowly turning so that he’s facing her. It’s the first time that she notices the smallest of bruises underneath his right eye.
Harper doesn’t think as she lightly presses her index finger against the bruise, tracing the wound. Harry tenses at first under her touch, but he lets her do as she pleases. His eyes flick back and forth between her face and her fingers, but her eyes are solely on the discolored patch of skin.
“Sorry about this,” she whispers and her thumb rubs underneath his eye, the rest of her palm lightly cupping his cheek.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve had worse.” His lips barely move as he replies. Both of them seemed to know that any loud sound would break them out of whatever moment they were having.
“Do you want to come inside to ice it?” The words slip out before she can think any better of herself. Her breathing stops as she waits for a reply.
“Sure.” Both of them let out a loud breath simultaneously.
rosvolio prompt: they're married but still wary of each other (warming up tho). Ros knows by know that Ben isn't a shitbag and defends him to lady capulet (half to spite her but oops she means all the nice things she says)
As dreadful as this whole ordeal is, Rosaline is grateful to no longer be living under Lord Capulet’s roof. Of course, there is the matter of Livia kicking and fussing about living with a Montague – not that Rosaline can blame her sister for it – but it otherwise goes much more smoothly that she would have thought. It would be better, even, if she didn’t have to go through many a supper with her uncle and Lord Montague but, as she learnt, things seldom go her way.
Marrying Benvolio had unexpected perks, though, for her lord husband’s dry wit is a nice reprieve during long evenings with people she does not particularly like. Benvolio cares about politics as much as she does, which is not at all, and busies himself with whispering barbs toward other noblemen into her ear until she stiffs a laughter behind her hand. He always grins at her when it happens, proud and amused, and she slaps his shoulder in answer.
It is one such night, both uncles having retreated to Lord Capulet’s private study for a talk, and Rosaline finds herself sharing the room with her husband as well as Lady Capulet and Livia. Her sister glances her way, as uncomfortable as Rosaline feels, not knowing what to do. She doesn’t need to look at Benvolio to know he must be in quite the same state of mind, never one to hide his disgust for the lady of the house.
(It must have to do with how one night, drunk on wine, they had traded stories about their past and families and learnt that, maybe, they were not as different as they once thought.)
“Livia, is this a new dress?” her aunt asks all of a sudden, startling them all.
If you're still doing the Kiss Requests, can we please get "a hoarse whisper “kiss me” then licks their lips and says “please”" with Tae? If you're not still in the mood to do them, no worries! <3 Congrats on good grades!
↠a hoarse whisper “kiss me” then licks their lips and says “please”
Paring: Taehyung x Reader
Genre: Dreamer!Au // Angst // Drabble
Word count: 2.3k
Author’s note: damn I loved writing this, thank you for requesting anonnie, I hope you’ll like it :’)
(and sorry for some philosophical crap I put in the middle)
You visit Taehyung every
night, exactly two hours after the moon has risen.
Usually you wait for him on
the rooftop of the building he lives in, sitting on the cornice with legs
dangling off the border and eyes up to the sky to count hours and minutes in
the swirling ways of stars. By the time Vega reaches the highest point, you
know the boy will open the door and crunch next to your frame with a question
already stumbling from his lips.
Sometimes you don’t have all
the answers he needs, yet Taehyung doesn’t seem to mind, for he basks into the
sound of your voice more than into the meaning of your words.
Tonight, still, you notice as some
light breeze combos your hair, heavy clouds hide the firmament from your sight
and you can only make out the pale halo of the moon dripping throughout the
thick layer of nimbus. With a view like this it’s hard for you to tell the
time, yet you fear not, because you are sure Taehyung will eventually come – he
never missed a single appointment since you two met months ago, after all.
Thank you so much for hosting the Mixing! viewings! They were so fun to meet other Mamo fans around the world. Now the real question... If you had the chance to see Mamo live (HYPOTHETICALLY), what would be your ideal setlist?
first of all, arelle, this may go down as my favorite ask of all time! *o* thank you??? so much???????
second, i’m sorry it took so long to reply, but! this has been me ever since this landing in my inbox
I…….really really love making playlists of the mix tape variety. on top of that, i love to brainstorm ideal set lists, so this was just………a treat.
now, I know mamo lives have a pretty set structure, so I tried to do this with as much respect to that format as possible~ which means, narrowing down this to 19 songs. which was hard, so hard, especially with The Love brought into rotation OTL
most of this is made up of songs that i really really love. A lot of them are also songs he’s penned himself, which is my jam. some of them are just songs i would love to see live just once, but all of them put together really showcase the breadth and depth of what i think define mamo’s singing career for me ^^
without further adieu (under the cut to save your dashes)