Drabble-a-thon: Star Wars
Drabbles, as requested in the Drabble-a-thon post. Today's fandom is Star Wars and all drabbles are exactly 100 words (though esp. the Thrawn ones will be recycled later in longer fics because, OMG, Thrawn!). All rated PG-13 at most.
Previous round had the Star Trek drabbles.
For junediamanti: Palpatine/Anakin
Possess
He was not a possessive man -- not in the sense that Anakin was. Anakin greedily wanted and chased and collected everything around him, Palpatine had observed. Unlike Anakin, he knew he was content only when the prey came to him, freely and of its own will.
It had done so that day.
"More tea, Anakin?"
The smile was hesitant, almost shy. "Uh, yes, thank you, Chancellor."
He'd watched the boy for a long time. It wasn't time, not quite yet. But when he poured more tea and saw how badly Anakin's cup shook, Palpatine knew the time would come soon.
* * * * *
For maelicia: Palpatine/Anakin, ship!sex
Opulence and Decadence
The thrum of the transport's engines was muted and the cushions he rested on were soft. The Corellian wine was sweet on his tongue, the taste almost as intoxicating as the words Palpatine whispered into his ear.
"Whatever you want, Anakin. Anything."
Anakin set his glass down. Palpatine's hand was inside his tunic and the touch was electric.
"Right now, I want this, sir," he said and grabbed Palpatine's collar.
When he kissed Palpatine, Anakin knew he could get used to this, the opulence and the decadence. It never even occurred to him how improper his thoughts were for a Jedi.
* * * * *
For eldrene (and cadiliniel): Palpatine/Dooku, whilst aboard the Invisible Hand
Impressions of Power
"It pains me to see you like this, Master."
Palpatine looked up at Dooku and smiled. His smile was as false as he knew Dooku's sentiment to be; he was safe only because Dooku knew he could easily break the shackles that bound him to the chair.
"It's a necessary evil. I shall survive the ignominy of it."
"Is there anything I can do to make the wait easier?"
This time, Palpatine's smile was genuine. "Oh, of course there is."
When Dooku knelt, Palpatine could see lust in his eyes. Never love, he knew; after all, they were Sith.
* * * * *
For absurdwords: Grand Admiral Thrawn and Palpatine, art
A Disagreement on Methodology
"Your methods are most unusual."
Vice Admiral Thrawn turned to his master and made a minute bow. He hesitated for a moment before venturing, "I'm not Lord Vader, your highness."
The Emperor made an amused sound. "No, you're not. Very brave of you to say so."
"He and I have an... acknowledged disagreement on methodology."
"Yes. He is an artist of his own sort, I suppose," the Emperor replied, and Thrawn could hear an echo of old fondness in his voice. He touched Thrawn's arm. "Now, tell me. How did you deduce the tactics of the Pakuuni from their paintings?"
* * * * *
For tammylee: Grand Admiral Thrawn and Vader, personal space
The Proximity of Art and Breath
Only art, like the Massassi statue he holds, touches Thrawn. He loves art; unlike Lord Vader, it never imposes itself on him.
Thrawn sighs. Vader always stands too close and the cadence of his breath is disconcerting. The effect is not accidental; much like he reads art, Vader reads people.
"Still with this foolish hobby of yours, Thrawn?"
"Foolish to some, perhaps. I depend on it."
"A vulnerability."
Thrawn sets the statue down and faces Vader. "We are not all blessed with your strategic acumen," he says.
Though he can't see through the black mask, Thrawn suspects Vader is smiling.
* * * * *
For azarias: Pellaeon's first meeting with Thrawn
True Colours
He'd heard of Thrawn, naturally; the rumours were numerous. At first, he was monochrome -- gleaming black hair and white uniform -- but when he turned around, Pellaeon saw his true colours.
"Sir?"
The red eyes stared at him, and Pellaeon knew it would take time until he would get used to that look. "Captain Pellaeon, isn't it? I've heard many good things about you."
Pellaeon felt warm. "Thank you, sir."
"Tell me, Pellaeon. What is the name of the flagship?"
"The Chimaera, sir."
"The Chimaera," Thrawn repeated and smiled a truly terrifying smile. "How apt. Let us be on our way, then."
* * * * *
For silentauror: Thrawn/Pellaeon, D/s, Rukh watching (omg, so difficult!)
By the Throat
"You've disappointed me, Pellaeon."
"I'm very sorry, sir."
"'Sorry' will not do."
In the shadows, Rukh heard the quiet words and the tension in Thrawn's words. He moved closer, just in time to see Thrawn stand up and grab Pellaeon by the throat.
"You know what to do, don't you?" Thrawn said.
Pellaeon wheezed his assent. When Thrawn let him go, he knelt and touched Thrawn's gleaming boot.
Rukh flexed his shoulders. It wasn't the first time he had witnessed a scene like this, but the Chiss method of discipline always made him uncomfortable. So personal, and so very painful.
* * * * *
For sansenmage: Admiral Daala (alas, no Ysanne Isard but hey, femslash! Ish. Plus Pellaeon.)
Vulnerabilities of Warlords
Khelem, Warlord Teradoc's concubine, had been so easily seduced by sweet wines and whispered promises. When Daala rose from the bed, Khelem didn't even stir. Daala gave her a disinterested look; she had served her purpose.
Daala went to the comm and punched in a familiar code. The screen lit up to show an elderly, uniformed man with sharp eyes.
"Admiral Daala. Good evening," he said.
Daala rather liked Vice Admiral Pellaeon. He didn't have Tarkin's quiet viciousness, but there was an edge to him. "I have the information."
"Tomorrow, then?"
Daala nodded. "Tomorrow, the warlords will bother us no more."
* * * * *
For rabidfangurl: Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padmé, belonging (alas, not quite as steamy as you expected, I think ;)
Standing So Close, Laughing
Whenever he watched them, standing close and laughing, Anakin didn't know what he was feeling. Perhaps it was jealousy, or maybe just the full, warm feeling of having these two remarkable people as his.
For that they were. Obi-Wan and Padmé both, his alone.
"Anakin, are you coming? We'll be late soon."
He heard the laughter in Padmé's voice and found himself smiling. "I'll get my cloak. You two go on."
He caught up with them outside. Padmé's hand came to his arm and on his other side, he could feel Obi-Wan's body heat. It was a feeling of belonging.
* * * * *
For laeri9: Obi-Wan/Anakin/Ghost!Qui-Gon, jealousy (though in a different way than expected, I suppose)
Merely Concerned
"Are you jealous?"
Qui-Gon's ghost frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm merely concerned."
"That I'm falling in love with him?" Obi-Wan said and leaned back. "Ridiculous, as you said."
"The Jedi--"
Obi-Wan raised his hand. "Do not love. That was not love, Qui-Gon."
For a long moment, Qui-Gon was silent. Obi-Wan felt his eyes water as he stared into the blue brilliance of his former master.
"It's not," Obi-Wan added. "It was just a stupid mistake. I'll be fine."
"I'm concerned about Anakin, not you."
Obi-Wan frowned. "Anakin?"
"What he will become because of this?"
"He's fine. I said, don't worry."
* * * * *
For neotoma: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, teaching/learning Aurebesh.
Aurek Besh Cresh
"Krenth looks like a comfy chair."
Qui-Gon eyed his new Padawan learner with apprehension. "A chair?"
Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically. "And Jenth looks like a chair only Master Yoda would enjoy." He stuck his tongue out at the screen. "Ptth. Yuck."
"Mind your manners, Padawan."
"I like Master Yoda! He's almost as tall as I am. Funny, too."
Qui-Gon pressed his knuckles into his eyes. He wasn't looking forward to the day when Obi-Wan would grow old enough to make jokes about the rest of the Aurebesh alphabet. In Qui-Gon's opinion, whoever had named the twentieth character 'Thrill' deserved a painful death.
* * * * *
For imadra_blue: Obi-Wan/Luke, during ANH
Insufficient Instructions
No matter how hard he searched through his human behavioural files, Threepio had a suspicion he was missing something. A nuance.
"Is Master Luke feeling all right?"
Kenobi looked up and smiled. "He's tired, that's all."
"Anything I can do to help, sir?"
"He just needs a bit of rest."
When Kenobi kissed the sleeping boy on the mouth, it dawned on Threepio -- why they had retired to one of Falcon's empty lounges and why Luke's head was resting on Kenobi's naked shoulder.
Threepio made an 'oh!' sound. How to handle this situation was simply not explained by his programming.
* * * * *
That's eighteen down, thirty-two to go. Whew! Next, first batch of Harry Potters, most likely the Snape drabbles.
...and if drabbles are not your thing, you could do worse than laugh over the Kikkoman the Superhero cartoon. So very funny. A classic. (Was reminded of its awesomeness during an AIM convo with draqonelle.)
Previous round had the Star Trek drabbles.
For junediamanti: Palpatine/Anakin
Possess
He was not a possessive man -- not in the sense that Anakin was. Anakin greedily wanted and chased and collected everything around him, Palpatine had observed. Unlike Anakin, he knew he was content only when the prey came to him, freely and of its own will.
It had done so that day.
"More tea, Anakin?"
The smile was hesitant, almost shy. "Uh, yes, thank you, Chancellor."
He'd watched the boy for a long time. It wasn't time, not quite yet. But when he poured more tea and saw how badly Anakin's cup shook, Palpatine knew the time would come soon.
* * * * *
For maelicia: Palpatine/Anakin, ship!sex
Opulence and Decadence
The thrum of the transport's engines was muted and the cushions he rested on were soft. The Corellian wine was sweet on his tongue, the taste almost as intoxicating as the words Palpatine whispered into his ear.
"Whatever you want, Anakin. Anything."
Anakin set his glass down. Palpatine's hand was inside his tunic and the touch was electric.
"Right now, I want this, sir," he said and grabbed Palpatine's collar.
When he kissed Palpatine, Anakin knew he could get used to this, the opulence and the decadence. It never even occurred to him how improper his thoughts were for a Jedi.
* * * * *
For eldrene (and cadiliniel): Palpatine/Dooku, whilst aboard the Invisible Hand
Impressions of Power
"It pains me to see you like this, Master."
Palpatine looked up at Dooku and smiled. His smile was as false as he knew Dooku's sentiment to be; he was safe only because Dooku knew he could easily break the shackles that bound him to the chair.
"It's a necessary evil. I shall survive the ignominy of it."
"Is there anything I can do to make the wait easier?"
This time, Palpatine's smile was genuine. "Oh, of course there is."
When Dooku knelt, Palpatine could see lust in his eyes. Never love, he knew; after all, they were Sith.
* * * * *
For absurdwords: Grand Admiral Thrawn and Palpatine, art
A Disagreement on Methodology
"Your methods are most unusual."
Vice Admiral Thrawn turned to his master and made a minute bow. He hesitated for a moment before venturing, "I'm not Lord Vader, your highness."
The Emperor made an amused sound. "No, you're not. Very brave of you to say so."
"He and I have an... acknowledged disagreement on methodology."
"Yes. He is an artist of his own sort, I suppose," the Emperor replied, and Thrawn could hear an echo of old fondness in his voice. He touched Thrawn's arm. "Now, tell me. How did you deduce the tactics of the Pakuuni from their paintings?"
* * * * *
For tammylee: Grand Admiral Thrawn and Vader, personal space
The Proximity of Art and Breath
Only art, like the Massassi statue he holds, touches Thrawn. He loves art; unlike Lord Vader, it never imposes itself on him.
Thrawn sighs. Vader always stands too close and the cadence of his breath is disconcerting. The effect is not accidental; much like he reads art, Vader reads people.
"Still with this foolish hobby of yours, Thrawn?"
"Foolish to some, perhaps. I depend on it."
"A vulnerability."
Thrawn sets the statue down and faces Vader. "We are not all blessed with your strategic acumen," he says.
Though he can't see through the black mask, Thrawn suspects Vader is smiling.
* * * * *
For azarias: Pellaeon's first meeting with Thrawn
True Colours
He'd heard of Thrawn, naturally; the rumours were numerous. At first, he was monochrome -- gleaming black hair and white uniform -- but when he turned around, Pellaeon saw his true colours.
"Sir?"
The red eyes stared at him, and Pellaeon knew it would take time until he would get used to that look. "Captain Pellaeon, isn't it? I've heard many good things about you."
Pellaeon felt warm. "Thank you, sir."
"Tell me, Pellaeon. What is the name of the flagship?"
"The Chimaera, sir."
"The Chimaera," Thrawn repeated and smiled a truly terrifying smile. "How apt. Let us be on our way, then."
* * * * *
For silentauror: Thrawn/Pellaeon, D/s, Rukh watching (omg, so difficult!)
By the Throat
"You've disappointed me, Pellaeon."
"I'm very sorry, sir."
"'Sorry' will not do."
In the shadows, Rukh heard the quiet words and the tension in Thrawn's words. He moved closer, just in time to see Thrawn stand up and grab Pellaeon by the throat.
"You know what to do, don't you?" Thrawn said.
Pellaeon wheezed his assent. When Thrawn let him go, he knelt and touched Thrawn's gleaming boot.
Rukh flexed his shoulders. It wasn't the first time he had witnessed a scene like this, but the Chiss method of discipline always made him uncomfortable. So personal, and so very painful.
* * * * *
For sansenmage: Admiral Daala (alas, no Ysanne Isard but hey, femslash! Ish. Plus Pellaeon.)
Vulnerabilities of Warlords
Khelem, Warlord Teradoc's concubine, had been so easily seduced by sweet wines and whispered promises. When Daala rose from the bed, Khelem didn't even stir. Daala gave her a disinterested look; she had served her purpose.
Daala went to the comm and punched in a familiar code. The screen lit up to show an elderly, uniformed man with sharp eyes.
"Admiral Daala. Good evening," he said.
Daala rather liked Vice Admiral Pellaeon. He didn't have Tarkin's quiet viciousness, but there was an edge to him. "I have the information."
"Tomorrow, then?"
Daala nodded. "Tomorrow, the warlords will bother us no more."
* * * * *
For rabidfangurl: Anakin/Obi-Wan/Padmé, belonging (alas, not quite as steamy as you expected, I think ;)
Standing So Close, Laughing
Whenever he watched them, standing close and laughing, Anakin didn't know what he was feeling. Perhaps it was jealousy, or maybe just the full, warm feeling of having these two remarkable people as his.
For that they were. Obi-Wan and Padmé both, his alone.
"Anakin, are you coming? We'll be late soon."
He heard the laughter in Padmé's voice and found himself smiling. "I'll get my cloak. You two go on."
He caught up with them outside. Padmé's hand came to his arm and on his other side, he could feel Obi-Wan's body heat. It was a feeling of belonging.
* * * * *
For laeri9: Obi-Wan/Anakin/Ghost!Qui-Gon, jealousy (though in a different way than expected, I suppose)
Merely Concerned
"Are you jealous?"
Qui-Gon's ghost frowned. "Don't be ridiculous. I'm merely concerned."
"That I'm falling in love with him?" Obi-Wan said and leaned back. "Ridiculous, as you said."
"The Jedi--"
Obi-Wan raised his hand. "Do not love. That was not love, Qui-Gon."
For a long moment, Qui-Gon was silent. Obi-Wan felt his eyes water as he stared into the blue brilliance of his former master.
"It's not," Obi-Wan added. "It was just a stupid mistake. I'll be fine."
"I'm concerned about Anakin, not you."
Obi-Wan frowned. "Anakin?"
"What he will become because of this?"
"He's fine. I said, don't worry."
* * * * *
For neotoma: Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan, teaching/learning Aurebesh.
Aurek Besh Cresh
"Krenth looks like a comfy chair."
Qui-Gon eyed his new Padawan learner with apprehension. "A chair?"
Obi-Wan nodded enthusiastically. "And Jenth looks like a chair only Master Yoda would enjoy." He stuck his tongue out at the screen. "Ptth. Yuck."
"Mind your manners, Padawan."
"I like Master Yoda! He's almost as tall as I am. Funny, too."
Qui-Gon pressed his knuckles into his eyes. He wasn't looking forward to the day when Obi-Wan would grow old enough to make jokes about the rest of the Aurebesh alphabet. In Qui-Gon's opinion, whoever had named the twentieth character 'Thrill' deserved a painful death.
* * * * *
For imadra_blue: Obi-Wan/Luke, during ANH
Insufficient Instructions
No matter how hard he searched through his human behavioural files, Threepio had a suspicion he was missing something. A nuance.
"Is Master Luke feeling all right?"
Kenobi looked up and smiled. "He's tired, that's all."
"Anything I can do to help, sir?"
"He just needs a bit of rest."
When Kenobi kissed the sleeping boy on the mouth, it dawned on Threepio -- why they had retired to one of Falcon's empty lounges and why Luke's head was resting on Kenobi's naked shoulder.
Threepio made an 'oh!' sound. How to handle this situation was simply not explained by his programming.
* * * * *
That's eighteen down, thirty-two to go. Whew! Next, first batch of Harry Potters, most likely the Snape drabbles.
...and if drabbles are not your thing, you could do worse than laugh over the Kikkoman the Superhero cartoon. So very funny. A classic. (Was reminded of its awesomeness during an AIM convo with draqonelle.)