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captain eo x empress!fem! reader

I noticed the lack of Captain EO fics, so I took it upon myself to write!! I am mainly inspired by Star Wars and some influences of Afrofuturism!! The reader is imagined as a Black/Brown woman.

synopsis: you've grown to learn quite a few things about your beloved captain! | 1.7k words

warnings: a bit suggestive/risque, but fluff nonetheless

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Accomplishing missions without any trouble was quite rare for the ever exuberant Captain EO. With his crew of plucky misfits piloting at the speed of light, it was guaranteed that chaos followed them everywhere on their quests.

Despite all disarray, the young captain swore by his duties to change the world into a brighter place. He chose to do so with his own magnanimous efforts—specifically relying on dance and music.

At The Corps, he’s the songbird proposing wacky solutions with unbridled enthusiasm amongst his other peers. EO’s kind heart was purer than any mineral found in the entire galaxy, for it outweighed the bad reputation he earned. 

Commander Bog knew EO meant well, hence the numerous chances he provided for him and his band of outcasts. All of the higher-ups at The Command wanted nothing more than to revoke his position. However, after EO’s grandeur approach to reviving the Dark Industrial Planet with a sacred beacon, he’s redeemed himself greatly.

The praise felt like an epiphany; he and his crew rightfully embraced their success as the higher-ups felt obligated to depend upon the bunch. Their drive surpassed any other squadrons no matter their unpolished methods, which ultimately landed them into an opportunity of a light year. 

Quarks and cosmos aside, EO and his team had to escort an empress back to her home planet without any attention being brought. The last remnants of the Darkness swarmed heavily on leaders within the nebulas. It was risky for her highness’ fleet to follow amid calamity, so the last resort was for the Corps to ensure private security. 

The Command wanted to put EO to the test, in hopes to really gauge his resilience and level of responsibility, so of course he was sent. His own flock was surely starstruck at the proposition, fearing the worse that could happen to such a highly-regarded person. Their captain was perplexed, but excitement shot through every fiber of his being. 

You were a gorgeous woman, carrying such grace and elegance that rivaled the Moon itself. You exuded order and compassion for your people. Nothing but words of admiration fell from other diplomats’ mouths. 

How could he not be possibly enamored by your regality?

Overall, the mission went surprisingly well. Save for “minor” hiccups on Hooter’s end, and the ship breaking down in the most remote location because of Major Domo’s negligence. 

Or how often Idy and Ody bickered on the entire trip, causing the captain to swiftly chastise them for making a scene in your presence. Fuzzball remained attached to your shoulder, drawn to your inviting nature (to which EO was devastatingly annoyed [jealous] about). 

Fortunately, you enjoyed the dynamic as it gave you a taste of normalcy. Being shoved into a powerful role at a young age caused you to miss out on a lot in your youth. You sought to have fun and live freely from diplomacy for a change, to which you found in the curly-headed captain.

From there, a connection sparked that neither the stars in the Milky Way could write. It was something felt within the force; a powerful attraction bringing you together. The two of you secretly kindled a bond, constantly keeping in contact. Most of EO’s squad believed you two were friends in an alliance to evade all darkness. The only one aware was Fuzzball, who caught his Captain admiring a hologram of you while everybody was not present. The winged-alien recalled how flustered EO was with tinged red cheeks and ears, but it didn’t phase him. Fuzzball was quite fond of you as well, so he kept the secret (with a few bribes). 

You had a grounding aura, which made you someone that could level the captain’s recklessness. You eased EO’s worries after a failed mission, or offered to help repair any of his gadgets from mayhem. You became a prominent figure that EO never knew he lacked, and he was determined to stay by your side forever.

The only setback was that neither of you could profess your love out loud yet. He wasn’t a royal figure and members of The Corps were forbidden to have close relationships in their line of work. For you, your public image would be tarnished if people found out.

Luckily, that didn’t matter because EO wasn’t one to conform to The Command. If only they could see him now in your private quarters; the two of you were on your canopy bed, indulging in domesticity. 

You threaded your fingers through EO’s jet-black curls, in awe of how well refreshed they were during the lengthy excursions. He laid in your lap, clad in his prisma-colored tee and a linen pair of pants he opted for instead of his leather ones. His eyes were shut, eyelashes fluttering as rhythmically as Fuzzball’s wings. He hummed a melodic tune to break the stillness that cloaked you both.

Your hands skimmed along his scalp before moving back to cup his cheeks, “You’re always singing, my dear.”

EO huffed a shy chuckle and opened one eye with a mischievous gleam, “You don’t?” 

It was your turn to shake your head at his antics, a wide grin etching your lips. 

“Not everyone is blessed with such talent, EO. Was that part of your training?” You poked his nose, egging him on.

“C’mon…are you being rude? I just like to sing…” he murmured, bringing his ungloved hand to catch yours. “How uncivilized of you, milady.”

The captain leaned up to bring your hand to his lips, pressing light kisses while meeting your eyes. You could see the twinkles amongst his pupils as he held your gaze. The captain positioned himself to sit across from you and moved your hand back to his cheek. He melted at your touch, all while focusing on your own appearance. 

You wore a bare visage, free from any royal makeup and dramatic contour. There was no longer a dramatic headdress, extravagant gowns, or meticulous hairstyles. Just you in a long, flowy nightgown with your coily tresses plaited into a sophisticated braid over your shoulders. Occasional beads and gems were ornately sprinkled in each segment of the plait, making you look ethereal than any other constellation in the sky. 

EO became infatuated with the crinkle of your eyes and the sculpt of your nose. But, most importantly your lips.

On cue, you closed the distance, coursing your fingers in his hair to allow your mouths to meet. EO slid his other hand underneath your nightgown, caressing the silky, smooth skin of your brown thighs. You tugged at his curls in response, receiving a quiet whine from his lips. His fingers lit up and sparked against your legs, the sensation pulsating throughout your entire body. 

You both were tangled in each other’s embrace, ignoring the soft glow radiating across all corners of the room. You moved your lips to his jaw, pressing chaste kisses all the way down to his neck. Discreetly, you observed every note and octave of sighs released from EO, as he completely complied to your touch. The corpsman pulled you into his lap, rubbing the exposed surface on your back with tenderness. He tugged and gripped on almost every part of you. His hands fervently squeezed your thigh once more. As a result, he felt you nip at a sensitive area you both hadn’t known about, causing beam rays to light up your view and soon every crevice of your room. 

He jolted back, eyes widening to scan your surroundings for any intruders. Methodically, his field of vision surveyed the space and once he felt satisfied, he checked for your safety. EO looked at your expression searching for signs of fear or danger, but he was only met with bewilderment turned giggles. 

“Your Highness, are you okay?” he breathed out softly, reaching for your hands. His tone was frantic, yet morphed into confusion at your harmonious laugh. Of course he would formally address you after practically eating your face off. 

You couldn’t contain the laughter spilling out for the current predicament became too comical. You leaned forward into his shoulder, hoping to muffle the sounds to avoid suspicion from any nearby guards. 

Your lover looked at you, skeptical of your current state. He fearfully glanced around once more to make sure no one was watching. Not only would he be in deep trouble, but your reign was at stake. 

“Um, what happened?” His soft voice laced with concern coaxed you out of your mania.

With quiet heaves and quick breaths, you calmed down and laced your fingers with EO’s to minimize his stress. 

“You lit up, my love. You’re glowing, literally,” you lifted your hands, demonstrating the entire situation. “I think you got…a bit too excited.” Your hand contrasted with his, showcasing just how illuminating he was. 

The leader flushed with embarrassment, and evaded your stares. He mumbled under his breath, ignoring the growing smile on your face. 

“What was that? EO, speak up,” you lifted his chin and seemed far too pleased at his behavior. His face only turned a brighter red and the state of his body remained aflame. 

“Captain.”

His head snapped up at the title , allowing you to sneak a peck on his cheeks. He ached at the direct contact, then slightly winced at how short-lived it came to be. EO sighed and looked at you with a flash of shame. 

“I didn’t mean for that to happen. ‘M sorry.”

“Nonsense, it was a surprise. Did you know you could always do that?” You played with his dazzling fingers, marveling at the stardust emanating in the air. 

“When I’m dancing or in combat, yes. But, no. Not like…that,” he replied shyly, replacing the glowering from before.

“It’s unique, all parts of you are,” you murmured after stealing quick glimpses of EO’s doe-like pout. His dark-brown eyes timidly bounced from his hand to your face, still feeling guilty of ruining a precious moment. 

His own demons rarely showed around his crew, but in your arms? He was a vulnerable man. EO was able to let his guard down, and free himself from the weight of the world on his shoulders. He could only imagine that you were doing the same, allowing his agitation to dissipate. EO would give up the entire intergalactic empire to see you happy. 

“Yeah? I guess I am one-of-a kind,” the leader added with a hint of pride, pulling away to wrap his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Thank you, your majesty.” A tease.

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” you rolled your eyes, peppering his cheeks. “Does this mean we can test something out? Just one more time—”

“(Name)!”

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