#allya

"Star Wars The Dark Side Pocket Expert" is a Canon reference book focused on the Dark side of the Force characters of the Star Wars franchise, published by Dorling Kindersley on April 6, 2023, in the UK and April 11, 2023, in the US.

((From the OC-tober prompts; I don’t think the prompt-writer has reblogged anything except the first one so I’m not going to bother tagging anymore unless it’s something I’m spectacularly proud of))

“Easy on, now, I need them fingers, lil’ bug.” Lumen tried, with no success, to free his hand from the infant’s grip. 

Nyota chuckled. “She certainly likes you,” she said, and tickled Allya until she let go. 

Lumen hummed and brightened. “Glad t’hear it, I sure like the lil’ tyke too. Just don’t want her chompin’ my hand again. She ain’t like to hurt me, but I ain’t exactly cool to touch…” 

“Here.” Nyota produced a teething ring, which Allya accepted as a good substitute to the novakid’s fingers. “That should occupy her mouth at least.” 

“Thank ya kindly.” Lumen tucked his legs under and accepted the tiny baby again as Nyota passed her over to him. Allya burbled as he stroked her peach-fuzz fur. “Golly though, she sure is tiny… ain’t more’n a blink to her.” 

Nyota laughed again. Her laugh had more of a purr to it these days, more warmth and calm. “She’ll grow.” 

Lumen looked at her, towering over him even when they sat together like this. “I believe it.” 

They were interrupted by a tiny jingle from his pocket. Allya pulled back, a plush toy gripped tight in her hands. Lumen fizzed. “Hey now, ya lil’ varmint! That was gonna be a surprise.” 

“Sorry about that. I forgot to warn you,” Nyota sighed. “They aren’t even big enough to climb and they both get into everything.” 

“It ain’t no trouble.” Lumen rubbed Allya’s head. “Jus’ means ya gotta keep an eye on her hands when she’s older. And don’t let Hadley or Sonny go teachin’ her more’n she’s got. Clever bandit.” 

Nyota nodded and adjusted the blanket trim she was repairing. “I’ll remember that.”

Allya hummed and chirped and chewed the teething ring, shaking the little toy until it jingled again. She stopped, chirped again, and started a very rattly attempt at a purr. The toy jingled and rattled in time. 

Lumen glowed bright in a novakid smile. “Would ya listen to that? She’s a right ol’ one bean band!” He fished his harmonica out of his pocket. “Whatcha think, Cap’n? I’ll keep it soft for her lil’ ears, mind if I play along?” 

“Go ahead.” Nyota nodded. “It’s been too long since I last heard you play.” 

He saluted. “Captain’s orders then. Ya ready, Mousie?” 

Allya stopped jingling after the first few notes and sat spellbound as Lumen started to play. She didn’t even try to reach for the harmonica, just held the teething ring and occasionally chewed in time. 

Lumen finished and lowered the harmonica. “It don’t work if ya don’t play along, Mousie,” he teased. “Oh--” 

Allya just pulled herself up onto his knee and snuggled under his unbuttoned vest. Lumen made a strange sound, like the sigh of cooling iron, and tucked a hand around her. 

“...ain’t she precious…” 

Nyota kept smiling. “I think she’s adopted you.” 

“Well I’ll be…” He hummed quietly and stroked the tiny apex until they could both hear her snores. “Don’t think I mind that.” 

After a while, Nyota finished her mending and set it down. “I should probably get her to her bed now, or she will be very confused when she wakes.” 

Lumen took off his vest and bundled it around Allya. “Sure thing, ma’am. She can borrow that a while, don’t want her gettin’ cold or nothin’. Say now, Captain…” 

“Yes?” Nyota stroked Allya’s nose as the baby started to wake up and made her snuggle back into sleep. 

If he had a mouth to smirk, he would be. “Baby’s orders too, I’m family, ain’t I? That make me a monkey’s uncle?” 

Nyota very carefully stifled her snort. “Do not make me laugh and wake her,” she warned, still shaking slightly with suppressed humor. “And save questions like that for when she’s old enough to climb all over you.” 

This takes place in an au where none of them are siblings, although they where all raised in abusive families. It also has ADHD Vanya and autistic Allison

Vanya is a violinist but works as a barista on the side.

Allison is a model but not half as famous as she is in cannon.

Allison has just left patrick and has one of her scheduled days with Claire. They're on there way to the park when it starts to pour rain so Allison brings Claire into a cafe.

Claire is whining alot that she wants to go to the park anyway and Allison is getting overwhelmed and she knows if she gets too overwhelmed she'll snap into her old manipulative ways.

Vanya who was looking at Allison anyway because 'pretty lady, lesbian panic' notices her getting increasingly stressed and steps in.

She tells claire about how the park has been taken over by creatures from another dimension and this is a hideout.

Allison has sufficiently calmed down and is really thankful to Vanya and she just blurts out 'wanna go for coffee with me to make up for this?'

Vanya is like 'we're in a coffee shop??' But doesn't say it and instead agrees.

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Allya lives in the 80's, at her tranquil rural town in Texas, where nothing happens... until she sees that unknown and extremely handsome and sexy foreign man... But, her timidity won't let her to get to the boy; however, luckily, she has a blushless friend (blushless in a good meaning, lol, I mean, she has no blushes to talk to unknown people) and who'll give her a help, making the boy to notice her. By now I see an advantage here!

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Pairing: Eddie x OC (Allya)

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And although this one is about mister Kreezer, it's absolutely rated free for all ages and there's not even a smell of smut anywhere.

* * *           The truth it was she could barely believe in her eyes. With her elbows leaned over the table top and her face on her hands, Allya was looking at the pool table ahead almost without to blink, entirely forgotten about her drink with its little pipe left inside it ahead of her, at times letting to escape out a sigh that seemed a lot as a impassioned one, and noticing Allya's behavior, her female friend sat at her side, sipping from her glass, ended saying under a breath:           - Allya, go there. Say a hello to the guy, what's the matter?           As if getting out from an enchantment, Allya got a fright, blinking her eyes and almost overthrowing her glass:            - No, Missy, no, let it... Let it.           Missy clicked her tongue, feeling annoyed, softly shaking her head, and Allya restarted to look at the foreign boy who was playing pool, and who seemed to be winning the match: He was very tall and skinny, but that kind of defined skinny, and  in her dreams Allya could bet that under the white shirt he wore there was a beautiful abs, and just to think about that made her to sigh again. He was wearing a dark and tight jeans, a belt with a big buckle  and in his head a black cowboy hat to which, taking it off away a time or another to itch his head, Allya could then saw his hair was shining dark blonde, and he had green eyes with attentive expression, and the face dotted with freckles, and that mouth... Allya sighed again. That enormous and beautiful mouth... And when he smiled? Or when he cleaned his lips on his shirt's sleeve after drinking? Or when he held the cigarette at the corner of his lips and made it to swing while thinking, analyzing the play? Allya let out another sigh. What a perfect man! Ah, if she had one like that... If she had the courage to get to him and give him at least a hello, if he noticed her. The girl sighed once more.           Leaving her glass on the table, Missy crossed her arms and, to the contrary of her friend, at least trying to disguise it, she looked at the foreign man for a while before to say:           - Who may he is, Allya? I'm sure I've never seen him around here before.           - I'm sure as well I didn't too. I would remind it if I've already seen him. How... - Allya sighed again - How could I forget it?            - Wow, you're pretty fallen for him - Missy spoke, looking at her friend and finding it funny.            - Ah, but how could I don't, Missy? Look at him!           - Hum - she looked - I didn't find him no big thing. Jack's the handsome the most.           - Ah, wow - Allya said, a little angry, deviating from the unknown man to her friend her glance, who looked at hers too - It isn't just because you got a boyfriend you need to throw at our faces how much he's handsome, Missy.           She took her glass and took another sip, shrugging her shoulders:           - Ouch, I'm sorry. I just told you what I think. And I don't like smoking guys as well... And there's more, Allya, observe him: He quite seems a trouble maker, isn't?           - I don't care - she smiled, looking to the foreign man ahead - I like confusion. The one here who likes the nice guys it's you, friend.           - Ok - and Missy shrugged her shoulders again - So why don't you go there and try your chances? Who knows you hunt and get a little confusion to have fun around tonight.           - No, no, no - Allya frightened  herself again, and taking her glass she pulled a sip by the pipe - I'm ... I'm happy here just watching.          - Allya, friend... That timidity of yours won't led you nowhere, y'know? - and she suddenly seemed to have made a decision, as she averted her own glass along the table - Ah, do you wanna know? That's was myself who got into Jack, wasn't it? And it worked - and all of a sudden Missy placed herself up on her foot - Yet you don't wanna go, I'll go there and talk to him in your place.           Opening her eyes wide, Allya quickly held her arm, trying to impede her to do that wackiness, and Allya muttered:           - Missy, your crazy one, sit right there now, what are you doing?           - I'm being your friend - and she pulled her arm - Maybe it could work fine... You can thank me later - and without to get to do nothing, Allya saw Missy quickly going away into the direction of the pool table surrounded by guys, and covering her eyes with both hands Allya sighed, but that time in despair. Missy had been always a little crazy, but at that time, in Allya's opinion, she was surpassing all the limits. Feeling her mouth suddenly dry, Allya searched for her glass and, averting the pipe aside she took a large sip by the edge of it as she saw Missy to stop a meter far from the foreign man, as if just thinking about what to say while softly itching her red hair, and Allya took herself desiring her friend to give up and come back to the table.           At that moment, the little bar boy approached the foreigner holding a cheap whiskey bottle, and Allya saw her friend giving a step back as she was giving passage to the boy, who delivered him the bottle that the foreign man placed at the floor at his feet next to the table, once again quickly returning back to the bar. And  disguising for a moment that she was actually just looking at the game, Missy spied over his shoulder for an instant, and Allya found herself with both hands trembling, as she felt to sink on her chair, and when she saw Missy raising an arm and poking him on his shoulder Allya felt her eyes almost popping out, and when he turned and smiled at Missy, Allya almost let a shout out.           Missy spoke with him, giving a half step back when she noticed he descended his glance all along through her, then carrying to talk, and tensely Allya grabbed her glass with both hands. And when she saw Missy to lift up her right hand with the index finger pointed into her direction, what made him smiling to turn into Allya and look at her, Allya swallowed, lowering her eyes, feeling her face turn red as a living coal in just a second, and when Allya finally had the courage to raise up again her eyes to them, she saw he was talking to Missy, who seeming a little angry, was talking him back, and he laughed out loud, seeming immensely amused, and Allya's feelings divided themselves inside her, who was tense and just wanting to vanish away from there, but at the same time feeling fascinated with his laughing, that she heard, and it was that what kept Allya there, impeding her to get up and ran out there before Missy to come back to the table, what she really did after to spoke him some other words, gesturing with her hands, and Allya well knew her: The ginger Missy was angry. The reason why, Allya just couldn't imagine, but all of a sudden Allya noticed she was really really curious about.           With the heels of her boots hardly hiting the floor, Missy came back to the table and she was complaining when she reached the chair to sit down again at Allya's side:           - What idiot - she spoke angrily, getting sat down, looking at his back, who calmly restarted to play,  looking as if just it have happened nothing - The way  Jack is, I would want him to tell these things in front of Jack!           - What goes on, Missy? - Allya asked, a little afflicted.           - Ah, what a hate! - she took the glass and took a sip - Jack would break down that face of his, shameless one!           - Missy, could you tell me what happened? - and she finally looked at Allya, turning to leave the glass over the table again, and Allya bended her torso forward over the table top, muttering - What did you tell him? And what did he tell you back?           - Ah - she said - I went there so completely craziness stated that I not even planned what I was about to say, and when I get there was that I realized it. But luckily, right on time the bar's boy came to deliver the bottle, and I heard him call the other one "Kreezer". Ok, I thought, what such a weird last name, but it's better than nothing - and shrugged her shoulders, Allya's curiosity reaching to the sky - Then, I poked him and said: "Hey, mister Kreezer. Excuse me, but  I've got to say you something: A friend of mine is in love with you, but a little shy to come and tell it herself... It's that one, right there", and I pointed at you.           - Oh, my God - Allya covered her face with her hands - Missy, your crazy one, did you say that?           - I did, ouch. And I asked him if he would like to take you on a date, too.           - Oh, my God, I can't believe it - Allya moaned - And he, what did he say?           - The man is plain crazy. First of all, he kept on staring me while I was talking, that he put me under fear, an then, he just looked at my face again and told me "Hey, girl, what the fuck about that damn 'mister' thing? Are you from bloody England or something? " Ouch, what a jerk! - and she took her glass, taking one more sip, before to continue - So I told him that, to the contrary as him, I've got some education, just that, and I was trying to be polite, and then I asked him if he could do me the favor to answer to what I have asked him instead of keeping on acting like a jerk. Then he laughed out loud and responded he would take you for a date, yes, and me together, cause he would be up to the thing to get  the two of us.

(to be continued...)