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rules -ˋˏ *.·:·.⟐.·:·.* ˎˊ- 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞
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The press of his lips to her palm was particularly warm due to the cold rain pelting down. Her heart beat fast for an entirely different reason than an enemy hurricane. Her hand tingled, reminiscent of brushing a sea anemone without thinking. Like lightning.
F-i-r-e-w-o-r-k-s … she mouthed the word. She knew what powder was, but it was all as foreign as before. Both were pointless judging by his expression. The dingy he rowed out in was either far out to sea or crushed along with any helpful harpoons. Ariel prided herself on having the sort of nature she didn’t feel the need to carry a weapon, but Ursula’s plots vexed her into wishing Atlantica’s armory were here.
“Over there?!” Ariel called after him incredulously. She had planned looking for human defenses a little less in motion. His instruction became increasingly difficult as the whirlpool pulled them in deeper so that she had to clasp both her hands to his to keep from being separated.
Kicking through the fast tide with her freshly returned tail, Ariel paralleled herself with Eric and wrapped her arms around him. Ursula’s voice boomed above them like the thunder itself. Hopefully Grimsby had evacuated everyone by now.
Everything was spinning around them: rocks, wood, sand and fish. Ariel pressed her face against his chest to narrowly avoid the heavy chain of a rusted anchor colliding with her head as it whipped by. Peeking down she could see the bare sand of the ocean floor exposed in the center of the violent circle they vaulted around. Why was he trying to reach a ship if nothing could be used?
He knew that his plan must have seemed crazy to her. But it was the only plan Eric had. They had no weapons, and even if they did, nothing big enough to do any damage to the sea witch at this range. They were as small as insects, and just as feeble before her powers. However, if he timed this right, she wouldn’t see them coming.
The current grew fiercer and he felt Ariel grab his other hand so they wouldn’t lose each other. He kicked as the tide carried them into the maelstrom, grateful for her tail. He was a fairly good swimmer, but he had never been caught up in a tide like this. As she wrapped her arms around him, he did the same. His grip tightened as the anchor chain nearly hit her in the head, and his eyes flashed with a deadly steel as he glared up at the sea witch briefly.
He took a deep breath and tried to focus on the task at hand, the anger the near-disaster had summoned simmering just beneath the surface. “Hang on.” he warned, kicking swiftly as the water carried them closer to the shipwrecks. One was close, but he needed to get up there, to the helm. The current was so strong, he didn’t know if he’d be able to make it close enough to scale the side of it, not without…
He coughed as the undertow started to drag him down, his legs flailing as he fought against it. He felt himself panicking, but more at the prospect of their being separated than his drowning. He reached forward, trying to propel himself towards the ship…and grasped a rope that was miraculously still intact. “Hold on!” he shouted above the waves.
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@notwhileimcaptain cont. from that one time Eric did a professional pivot to run up to Ariel's room
Far better than any dream girl is one of flesh and blood. One warm, and caring, and right before your eyes.
Grimsby’s words echoed in his mind as Eric ran through the hallway of his castle, restless after what had nearly happened in the lagoon. He was falling in love with Ariel. That much was exceedingly clear. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, which was why he wasn’t asleep. At the same time, he couldn’t stop thinking about the voice either. He wished it was her—that would make this so much easier. He knew what he’d heard, and he’d felt it. He had taken her hand…and he felt dizzy but grounded at the same time, as if his whole life had culminated to that moment. Lightning had struck.
And yet it had again that night. He felt lost in Ariel’s eyes but found. It felt as if time had stopped moving, the selfsame way it had that day upon the shore. It was driving him mad. He needed to find her, he needed to know…but at the same time, he had forgotten all about the voice when he had taken her hands in that boat, as his eyes had shifted to her lips and he had slowly closed the distance between them…
He knocked on Ariel’s door, rubbing his hands together as he still felt the chill from standing outside on his balcony, and breathless from his run. At least he had the good sense to go back inside, if only to get warm. But as he’d sat in front of his fireplace, he had made the decision to come here instead, to tell her what he should have in the lagoon. Grim was right…he was chasing a dream, a fantasy, when she was right in front of him—real as the sea and better than any dream. And she was here.
He smiled as the door opened, but froze as he realized in his haste that he hadn’t thought of the words he wanted to say. He bit his lip hesitantly, and then leaned forward, impulsively pressing his lips to hers. He realized immediately the impropriety and drew back, shaking his head. “I’m so sorry. I just…I had to see you. I didn’t want to leave things the way we did. I didn't want to go to bed without...without telling you that I'm in love with you."
Sebastian talked himself to sleep while Ariel brushed her hair. It was vastly different dry, but a pleasant different. She could explore all kinds of new things tomorrow. Eric told her of so many places in the kingdom she hadn't seen. He sidestepped plans in order to give her a tour, but maybe they could explore together again. Something tugged at her memory with that thought, a sense of urgency, but why?
Ariel was dozing off when a knock at the door startled her upright. Assuming Carlotta forgot something, she padded across the moonlit room over to the door with bare feet and cracked it open, blinking at the golden light from the torches in the hall. Ariel's eyes adjusted, but her sleepy mind took a moment longer to register the visitor.
Oh! Her lips formed the shape of the sound. Eric! She might have felt embarrassed standing in her nightgown if she knew that was something a lady ought to aware of.
He looked determined, if not slightly wind swept and far more awake than Sebastian. Ariel opened the door fully and smiled hello, but perhaps she was still dreaming. Weren't sweet dreams where princes kissed princesses?
The completion of Ursula's contract was far less a spectacle than the flashing ingredients and smoky tendrils it took to create it.
A kiss, but not just any kiss.
Her voice returning felt like swallowed sunshine; Eric's fumbled, heartfelt words a second after. Every song and melody returned to her – she felt their anticipation at the edge of an inhale, but they weren't what she chose.
Instead she rose on tiptoe and hugged him as close as possible. The chill of his clothes and skin stole her warmth, but her hands gathered the fabric of his shirt tightly. She never wanted anything between them again, not even air.
"You don't have to apologize." Ariel whispered, his heartbeat rhythmic as she listened. "For kissing me just now, you don't have to."
When Ariel hugged him, Eric’s arms wound around her, amazed at how right it felt…like he was completely at home within her arms. He relaxed immediately into the embrace, exhaling with a relieved smile. He knew then that his decision had been the right one. He no longer felt the need to search for a dream when she was here right in front of him. She had made him happier than he thought was possible in so short a time. She was the one. He found himself grinning in the same schoolboy manner he hadn’t been able to shake for the past two days, and he expected that he wouldn’t be able to stop for the rest of his life.
However, the grin faltered when she spoke. “Wh—you can talk?” He drew back just enough so he could see her face, blinking in shock. Not only could she talk, but there was a cadence to her voice that sounded so familiar—impossibly familiar. “I don’t…Ariel, I don’t understand. What happened?” Had it only been temporary? If it was temporary, then that could mean… “It’s you…it’s you, isn’t it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He lifted his hand to her cheek, recognition in his eyes as he remembered this face—her face—gazing down at him that day weeks ago. And he’d wondered…hoped, even as recently as an hour ago, that she and the mystery girl were the same.
When he had discovered that she couldn’t speak, he had dismissed the notion, the familiarity uncanny but seemingly impossible. He had heard the voice. It haunted him in both dreams and when he was awake, and Ariel hadn’t been able to utter a sound. But none of that had mattered. He loved her, and they didn’t need words. “I do need to apologize for not knowing it was you…this whole time.” His smile returned, and he kissed her again, taking her face in his hands. “I wanted it so much to be you. I should have known..."
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the lack of padme and luke fanart (and content in star wars) is sickening bro i always see "leia is a daddy's girl" fanart everywhere but WHAT ABOUT PADME AND HER BOY LUKIE POOKIE
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Wrecker watches her with quiet anticipation, patient as his brothers receive their medals all before he does. She moves to stand in front of him, inclining her head up to look at him properly. It’s only now that she realizes just how tall he truly is, towering over her with ease. It makes her chuckle warmly, waving a hand down to him, “I’m afraid you’ll have to bend down a bit for me, big guy.”
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The voice is gentle and familiar, pulling her from the thoughts and feelings that overwhelm her. It brings her back into reality, sitting across from the body that is nobody’s fault but her own to have caused.
Chapter 8 of Plague of the Republic by @eternalqueenofnaboo, for @clonebang.
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Anakin nodded slowly and then faster after. Sitting there, he could hardly stand it. Mentally, he was screaming. One thing remained. His internal fight. It reflected his balance in the Force and the furnace he felt when looking inward. When he mediated, it was more than he could stand. Looking inward for long frightened him to his core. Slowly, he learned through Master Windu how to channel that fear into something more positive. Few saw him as is. Padme was always one of the few who truly saw who Anakin Skywalker was. He was not the Hero without Fear. No, he simply embraced it and pressed on despite it.
"I feel the very Republic needs to reevaluate. Padme. I didn't know how to ask, but." He paused, and his brows furrowed. "I would like to join the delegation and their fight to bring democracy back. Palaptine is too powerful. The people's voices are being drowned out."
“A Jedi can’t join the delegation,” Padmé said matter-of-factly then realized how cruel she sounded. “I don’t mean – it’s not like we wouldn’t want you, Anakin, of course I appreciate your support. But the Order is sworn to service of the Senate and Republic; it’s expected to remain neutral in matters of internal politics and avoid conflicts of interest.” Padmé frowned apologetically, knowing this wasn’t the answer he wanted.
She pressed a delicate hand to her forehead with her weight resting in her arm, propped up by her elbow against the couch. “We’ve wronged so many of you already, forcing Jedi to fight for the Republic’s decisions in this war when your balance is peacekeeping. Not an army.”
Tapping her lips with the tip of her index finger, Padmé felt how chapped they were from a recent trip to a desert planet. “I suppose it could work like Naboo… Obi-Wan and Qui-Gonn were granted permission to engage in the occupation against my people. The High Council can authorize you joining the delegation, but as I said, a Jedi joining alone marks a very specific political view which is why delegations don’t allow it. You are not in a position that works independently like this, Ani. Do you think they’ll agree, knowing your action appears as the opinion of the entire Order against Palpatine?”
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒. /// bold what always applies. italicize what sometimes / somewhat applies. ㅤrepost, do not reblog.
holding hands ■ buying flowers ■ cooking ■ cuddles ■ writing a poem / song ■ holding door open ■ tying shoe laces ■ sharing a milkshake with two straws ■ offering their jacket when it's cold ■ kissing in the rain ■ publicly confessing love ■ long walks at the beach ■ doing the titanic pose on a boat ■ taking cute pictures in a photobooth ■ sharing a taxi / uber ■ kissing the back of their hand ■ slow dancing ■ getting tickets of their favorite artist / sports team / other ■ introducing them to their parents ■ lighting candles ■ flower petals on bed ■ love letters ■ star gazing ■ brushing / doing their hair ■ picnics ■ teaching them to play an instrument / a sport while gently guiding their hands ■ compliments ■ late night drives ■ taking selfies together ■ drawing them ■ self - made gifts ■ massages ■ proposing with a family heirloom ring ■ lending them their favourite book to read ■ paying for dinner / coffee ■ mixtapes / playlists ■ surprise birthday parties ■ feeding them ■ handing them keys to their apartment ( castle. ) ■ making space in drawer for their clothes when they stay over ■ sharing a blanket ■ couple costumes ■ tucking a hair strand behind their ear ■ running after them at the airport / keeping them from leaving ■ moving cities to be together ■ blowing a kiss ■ breakfast in bed ■ defending them in a fight (verbally / physically) ■ joint bubble baths ■ dropping the l - bomb ("i love you") ■ dedicating a song at the karaoke bar to them ■ wearing their clothes ■ yawning before putting an arm around them while watching a movie ■ grant them the last bite from a meal
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Anakin received an ask : "I feel like I'm disappearing. Like parts of me blow away each time I breathe." -- hmm, so Master timeline? So after democracy DIES and before they wrangle in the empire and Palpatine
His eyes fell to the floor. Since he informed Master Windu of his suspicions years ago, Palpatine's power grew. He seemed to amass more power as time went on. With it, he felt powerless. "I feel like I've lost a bit of myself since this whole war started. All this fighting is senseless." Anakin secretly had joined the delegation to help their cause and was advising them with the help of Windu. Which was why he came to Padme's apartments often. "You ever think we may be fighting for the wrong reason?"
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"Senseless?" She echoed the word in surprise, perching on the edge of the ivory couch with her cup of tea. She didn't always drink sugar in her teas, but Dormé had taken to adding it to battle Padmé's fatigue. She was accustomed to Anakin's questioning mind, too curious at times for the council's liking, but this felt heavier than a passing query. She reached to set her tea on the nearest end table before delicate hands curled into light fists and pressed together to form a heart-shape in her lap. "I think everyone chooses their own belief to fight for -- in this war and life. Reasons can change with time. Do you feel the senate should reevaluate theirs?"