pt 1. read it if u haven't already pls ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

from reo x reader to kaiser x reader

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Riing... riing… riing…

"Hello?"

"I heard the news, you can always come back, you know.... to Germany. I mean it." 

You groaned into the phone. How was he already aware of your relationship status? Who else already knew that Reo had basically found a new jewel to drool over? It had literally only been 24 hours. 

Wow.

Left me speechless.

nonny... i've learned along the way, the less effort I put into fics around here, the more you all dig it. as a wip? I don't even know what happens, or if it will end up decent enough to post haha and another lesson, the harder the smut I write, you guys will read less, so... haha

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A/N:  This was originally going to be about Eva stealing Theron’s socks, but two others clamored for this.

Rating:  PG mostly for implications.

Word Count:  ~350

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“Is this yours or mine?”

"Lemme see.”

Koth stuck his head out from the fresher door, the now-open room shining light on the garment. He paused to eye up Lana, half-dressed, before looking at the vest in her hand.  Based on the now-visible color --  “Mine. But try it on anyway.”

“Koth, seriously now.” Lana gave him a sour look, hand on her hip.  “I told you –”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re not doing ‘that’” – and Lana had to roll her eyes as he did the air quotes – “but you do look good in green.”

Koth caught the slight tightening of her jaw, the furrowing of her brow.  

“What?  Toxic ex say the same thing?”

“No, I’ve always looked good in green – prior to my training as a Sith, my eyes were green.”  Here, Lana paused, even as she ran her hand over the fabric.  “I even wore green and other colors … before my Empire was conquered.”

She didn’t have to say, “by your Empire.”  Koth understood.  

He ducked back into the fresher to finish trimming his beard and cleaning up the stray hairs that had sprouted on his cheeks.

“Well, we’re fighting back now.  You …” Koth stopped himself.  It would be easy for him to say that, as the victor. “…the galaxy is a lot brighter now that the Outlander and the Alliance are in the fight.”

“And maybe I should stop dressing as if I’m still in mourning.”  

Koth stopped.  He carefully put his trimmer down on the sink and stepped out into the small bedroom in his quarters.  He crossed his arms as he leaned back against the wall to watch Lana.

Lana was already hiding herself in all those reams of cloth.  “Oh, don’t give me that reproachful look.  I didn’t have to read your mind.”

“But you did.”

“Of course, I did.”  

And then, instead of layering her turtleneck with her usual robes and the cowl she pinned to at her shoulders, Lana pulled on the light-weight vest that Koth had discarded on the floor sometime last night.  “But that doesn’t mean I hadn’t thought of it already.”

And then she smiled at him, and indeed, the galaxy was bright for Koth Vortena.

beverie;

i’m no teenage icon i’m no frankie avalon i’m nobody’s hero