mrs. quick

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 Rae Sloane and Gallius Rax: alternative history/fantasy AU

The Emperor is dead, and the remnants of his former Empire are 
in retreat.
As the New Republic fights to restore a lasting peace, some dare
to imagine new beginnings and new destinies.

A Very Imperial Valentines Week - Day 4 - Uniform Swap:
Reinterpreted the prompt to mean ‘swap them both with another time period’. Inspired a lot by Jonathan Strange and Mr Norrell, which would lend itself beautifully to Star Wars AUs (and also to the dynamic of these two imperials):

“I have been quite put out of temper this morning and someone ought to die for it.”

  • Sam: It's probably my mom. *Checks phone* Called it. Hi, Mother. It's Sam. Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am. I'm at the home of Darren Shan. Mm-hmm. Yes, ma'am. We're-- we're just hanging out. Oh... Darren's parents. They're, uh-- they're in the other room. You would like to talk to Darren's dad? Oh, okay. Hold on a moment.
  • Darren: That's gonna be pretty hard since my dad thinks I'm dead.
  • Sam: I can't tell her that!
  • Darren: Mr. Crepsley, quick-- you have to pretend to be my dad to talk to Sam's mom.
  • Mr. Crepsley: *Takes the phone* Hello. This... is dad Shan. Yes. The children are playing swords. Sorry-- playing with swords. They are bleeding. Oh no, they are dead. Do not call again. *Hangs up the phone and hands it back to Darren* Sorry, I panicked.

“Ryan,” Gavin said suddenly. “Can I paint a moustache on you, Ryan?”

“What?” Ryan asked, startled out of his staring - “No!”

“Please, Ryan. Oh my God. It’d be so funny. It’ll be under the mask all day anyway!”

“What if I take my mask off?”

“It’ll shock whoever sees it so much you’ll have time to kill ‘em. Come on Ryan. Don’t be a party pooper. You said you’d wear an animal onesie around, what’s a moustache compared to that?”

He looked so gleeful that Ryan could only roll his eyes and hand over the paintbrush. Gavin let out a delighted sort of squawk and grabbed it.

[…]

“I look like Geoff,” he said.

Gavin couldn’t even reply, too busy doubled over, cackling as though this was the most hysterical thing he’d ever seen. Seeing him laughing and looking so carefree was nice, after the last few weeks, and Ryan couldn’t help but stare at him, smiling fondly.

- from whalehuntingboyfriends’ fic Murdering Mr. Darcy