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sweetandshort| Crown (477 words) | Verruckt (Star Wars) | Artist (100 words) | Face Paint (Miraculous Ladybug) |
| Favorite (200 words) | We're right side up and yet I'm falling off (Miraculous Ladybug) | Time (366 words) | I tell you that I'll always want you near; you say that things change, my dear (Star Wars) |
Prompt: Crown
Title: Verruckt
Rating: G
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Relationships: Obi-Wan & Anakin
Summary: Anakin has to do a flying skills assessment. Obi-Wan has regrets.
“But I already know how to fly,” Anakin said. “I’m a great pilot, better than any of the initiates you’re making me go to the lesson with.”
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, drawing out his name with exasperation, “you’re not being compared against your fellow learners. It’s a personal assessment, so that we can track your progress over time. It’s simply more convenient to perform this assessment in groups. Besides, there is a practical component, which I would think you’d be looking forward to.”
That gave Anakin pause.
“I can fly an actual speeder today? Not just a simulator?”
“It’s an option, and given your experience, I would have no objections to you taking it. Of course, I’ll be required to ride alongside.”
Anakin grinned. He’d get to fly again! And he’d show their “assessment” that he was the best they’d ever seen.
.
.
The test of his knowledge, had, of course, been easy. Anakin knew ships inside and out, and he could name the parts and their functions in his sleep. And finally came the fun part. A speeder wasn’t quite as fun as a starfighter, but it was better than nothing.
The instructor had to ruin it by starting off with some boring spiel about how he was assessing the flight, and how there was no shame in turning things over to their co-pilot (Obi-Wan in Anakin’s case, and assorted senior padawans for the initiates who had opted for the real speeders) if they didn’t feel comfortable completing the exercise.
It was insulting, really.
Anakin was off the instant the instructor was finished. This speeder wasn’t fancy, nothing like the new models he’d ogled in the holo-ads, but it seemed steady enough.
Which meant Anakin had no hesitation in pushing it to its limit.
“Slow down, Anakin! This isn’t a race!”
Anakin ignored him, and instead pulled through at top speed all the basic flight maneuvers that instructor had wanted them to do.
Then it was time to show off some tricks.
He spun the speeder around abruptly in a 180⁰.
“Anakin!”
It was a risky trick, easy to send yourself out of control into a tailspin, but Anakin kept control of the speeder, and pulled out of the spin into a steep and rapid climb. Obi-Wan was continuing to yell about it with a white-knuckled grip, but the rush of wind pulled his voice away.
They rose up and up, and Anakin brought the crown of his ascent to just below another vehicle, almost, but not quite close enough to scratch the paint.
Then he dove the speeder down, whooping with the thrill of it.
Obi-Wan was much less thrilled with the “crazy stunts”, and Anakin’s fun was brought to an end as he was made to return the speeder to the launchpad. And also put on Archive duty for the next week.
Oh well. Worth it!
“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, drawing out his name with exasperation, “you’re not being compared against your fellow learners. It’s a personal assessment, so that we can track your progress over time. It’s simply more convenient to perform this assessment in groups. Besides, there is a practical component, which I would think you’d be looking forward to.”
That gave Anakin pause.
“I can fly an actual speeder today? Not just a simulator?”
“It’s an option, and given your experience, I would have no objections to you taking it. Of course, I’ll be required to ride alongside.”
Anakin grinned. He’d get to fly again! And he’d show their “assessment” that he was the best they’d ever seen.
.
.
The test of his knowledge, had, of course, been easy. Anakin knew ships inside and out, and he could name the parts and their functions in his sleep. And finally came the fun part. A speeder wasn’t quite as fun as a starfighter, but it was better than nothing.
The instructor had to ruin it by starting off with some boring spiel about how he was assessing the flight, and how there was no shame in turning things over to their co-pilot (Obi-Wan in Anakin’s case, and assorted senior padawans for the initiates who had opted for the real speeders) if they didn’t feel comfortable completing the exercise.
It was insulting, really.
Anakin was off the instant the instructor was finished. This speeder wasn’t fancy, nothing like the new models he’d ogled in the holo-ads, but it seemed steady enough.
Which meant Anakin had no hesitation in pushing it to its limit.
“Slow down, Anakin! This isn’t a race!”
Anakin ignored him, and instead pulled through at top speed all the basic flight maneuvers that instructor had wanted them to do.
Then it was time to show off some tricks.
He spun the speeder around abruptly in a 180⁰.
“Anakin!”
It was a risky trick, easy to send yourself out of control into a tailspin, but Anakin kept control of the speeder, and pulled out of the spin into a steep and rapid climb. Obi-Wan was continuing to yell about it with a white-knuckled grip, but the rush of wind pulled his voice away.
They rose up and up, and Anakin brought the crown of his ascent to just below another vehicle, almost, but not quite close enough to scratch the paint.
Then he dove the speeder down, whooping with the thrill of it.
Obi-Wan was much less thrilled with the “crazy stunts”, and Anakin’s fun was brought to an end as he was made to return the speeder to the launchpad. And also put on Archive duty for the next week.
Oh well. Worth it!
Prompt: Artist
Title: Face Paint
Rating: G
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Ladybug/Adrien
Summary: Adrien wants to be a part of Ladybug's hobbies.
“You’re an artist?”
“Well, a bit.”
“Would you draw me?”
“I… don’t think that would be a good idea. Maybe I could draw on you, instead. I’ve always wanted to try face painting.”
“Yes!”
“I’ve never done it before, so it might not be any good.”
“If it turns out terrible, I’ll forgive you. My photographer might not, though.”
“I’ll have to hope there are no akumatized photographers in our future, then!”
“What are you thinking of painting?”
“Hmm… how about a castle here, and a flower here, and then a sun here, and then…”
“Now you’re just poking me.”
“Well, a bit.”
“Would you draw me?”
“I… don’t think that would be a good idea. Maybe I could draw on you, instead. I’ve always wanted to try face painting.”
“Yes!”
“I’ve never done it before, so it might not be any good.”
“If it turns out terrible, I’ll forgive you. My photographer might not, though.”
“I’ll have to hope there are no akumatized photographers in our future, then!”
“What are you thinking of painting?”
“Hmm… how about a castle here, and a flower here, and then a sun here, and then…”
“Now you’re just poking me.”
Prompt: Favorite
Title: We're right side up and yet I'm falling off
Rating: G
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Relationships: Ladybug/Adrien
Summary: Ladybug and Adrien are openly dating. Their relationship is so popular that Gabriel can't object outright, but he has indirect ways to try to undermine them.
“Next up: the scandal that’s sweeping Paris! The city’s favorite heroine and its most popular teenage heartthrob is the picture-perfect romance that’s dominating the magazine covers, but are they the couple of dreams, or a paid advertisement? And what does it mean for Paris if Ladybug can be bought? New evidence comes to light in -”
“Turn that off before you put a yo-yo through my TV, please.”
“I don’t understand why they keep lying about us! All these stupid rumors and… and accusations! It’s nonsense! We are not a publicity stunt!”
“I know that. It doesn’t matter what they say about us, so just ignore it. If you keep watching, you’re only going to get more worked up.”
“...I suppose it would be pretty bad for Paris if I got akumatized, huh?”
“I won’t let that happen. I promise, Ladybug. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Even if I break your TV?”
“Yeah, even if you break my TV. I might not kiss you for, like, an hour, though.”
“Oh, a threat? Well, I suppose I have no choice but to abandon my TV breaking ways now.”
“Do I get a kiss for saving you from your life of crime?”
“Hmm, maybe~”
“Turn that off before you put a yo-yo through my TV, please.”
“I don’t understand why they keep lying about us! All these stupid rumors and… and accusations! It’s nonsense! We are not a publicity stunt!”
“I know that. It doesn’t matter what they say about us, so just ignore it. If you keep watching, you’re only going to get more worked up.”
“...I suppose it would be pretty bad for Paris if I got akumatized, huh?”
“I won’t let that happen. I promise, Ladybug. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Even if I break your TV?”
“Yeah, even if you break my TV. I might not kiss you for, like, an hour, though.”
“Oh, a threat? Well, I suppose I have no choice but to abandon my TV breaking ways now.”
“Do I get a kiss for saving you from your life of crime?”
“Hmm, maybe~”
Prompt: Family
Title: I tell you that I'll always want you near; you say that things change, my dear
Rating: G
Characters: Leia Organa, Bail Organa
Relationships: Bail & Leia
Summary: Bail finds Leia avoiding her bedtime.
Leia couldn’t help her giggles as her father hoisted himself up into the tree onto the branch alongside her. He merely looked back at her with an expression that conveyed this was, of course, perfectly normal and he had no idea what she was laughing about. Which of course made her giggle harder.
“It’s a nice view, isn’t it?” he said once he had settled in, before his voice turned wry, “Especially when you’re trying to avoid your mother telling you it’s time for bed.”
Leia put on her best innocent look.
She could tell he didn’t believe it in the slightest, but he humored her by changing the subject.
“The stars look different from other planets,” he said, nodding up at the darkening sky. “It’s such an experience, the first time you’re on another planet and you look up, and it’s not familiar at all. A whole new picture of the galaxy.”
“How can you tell?” Leia asked. “I wouldn’t be able to remember where all the stars are in the sky at each time of year.”
“Your brain knows,” he assured her. “Even if you can’t consciously recall it, it’s saved this image in your memories, and uses it to predict what it expects to see. When that prediction fails… well, then you feel a bit homesick.”
Leia frowned. “You’re on Coruscant a lot. Do you get homesick while you’re there?”
“All the time,” he said. “On Coruscant you can’t see the stars at all. But I know that they’re there, and I think about you back home, looking up at the stars that I remember.”
“So I have an excuse to stay up every night?”
“Now, I didn’t quite say that,” he laughed. “But you should take the time to look at them, when you can. Someday, you’ll be out in the galaxy, and you’ll be glad to keep them in your memories when you’re far away from home.”
But it wouldn’t be the stars that Leia would commit to her memory, nor recall years and years later to soothe her longing for a home she could never return to.
It was the memory of her father, sitting in a tree beside her.
“It’s a nice view, isn’t it?” he said once he had settled in, before his voice turned wry, “Especially when you’re trying to avoid your mother telling you it’s time for bed.”
Leia put on her best innocent look.
She could tell he didn’t believe it in the slightest, but he humored her by changing the subject.
“The stars look different from other planets,” he said, nodding up at the darkening sky. “It’s such an experience, the first time you’re on another planet and you look up, and it’s not familiar at all. A whole new picture of the galaxy.”
“How can you tell?” Leia asked. “I wouldn’t be able to remember where all the stars are in the sky at each time of year.”
“Your brain knows,” he assured her. “Even if you can’t consciously recall it, it’s saved this image in your memories, and uses it to predict what it expects to see. When that prediction fails… well, then you feel a bit homesick.”
Leia frowned. “You’re on Coruscant a lot. Do you get homesick while you’re there?”
“All the time,” he said. “On Coruscant you can’t see the stars at all. But I know that they’re there, and I think about you back home, looking up at the stars that I remember.”
“So I have an excuse to stay up every night?”
“Now, I didn’t quite say that,” he laughed. “But you should take the time to look at them, when you can. Someday, you’ll be out in the galaxy, and you’ll be glad to keep them in your memories when you’re far away from home.”
But it wouldn’t be the stars that Leia would commit to her memory, nor recall years and years later to soothe her longing for a home she could never return to.
It was the memory of her father, sitting in a tree beside her.
