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Do It Again? [Podfic] (48 words) by blackglass
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars Legends: Thrawn Trilogy - Timothy Zahn
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Leia Organa, Luke Skywalker
Additional Tags: Drabble, Podfic, Podfic Length: 0-10 Minutes, Audio Format: MP3, Audio Format: Streaming
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A podfic of Do It Again? by Merfilly.

"Leia asks a question."

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Tokusatsu: Spamina Weekend

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Sherlock Holmes: Watson Birthday Prompt Fest

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Current Music: Injected, inspected, detected, infected, neglected, and selected

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book: murderbot

Happy Murderbot Day!

Mind you, I didn't remember till quarter past bedtime, so I am not done reading yet. But I will read!

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Recent Bookmarks Rec Post

It's monthly rec list time over on my journal! It's a short one this month with just 1 Far Cry 4 rec and 2 Batman recs

Current Mood: i got you, babe
Current Music: Starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy

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One must imagine Sisyphus horny - Star Wars story, Obi-Wan in a time loop

One must imagine Sisyphus horny (13133 words) by Petra
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Minor or Background Relationship(s)
Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker
Additional Tags: Time Travelling Obi-Wan Kenobi, Time Loop, Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Bad Decisions, What Would Quinlan Vos Do?, Force Bond (Star Wars), Force Sex (Star Wars), Premature Ejaculation, Misdirection, Virgin Obi-Wan Kenobi
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The twentieth time through what has got to be the worst, and longest, day anyone has ever experienced without dying irrevocably, Obi-Wan wakes up on the Negotiator, checks the chrono to be positive of the date and swears a bloody streak, then comms Anakin. He has tried this day doing what he thought best, what he thought Yoda would think best, then Shaak, then Mace, then every other Jedi he's ever respected.

He has been putting off trying what he believes Quinlan's approach would be, or at least what Quinlan would counsel Obi-Wan to do, but the time has come.

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Theme Voting Open at Summer of the 69

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Current Music: 'Cause my friends are your friends and your friends are my friends

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And then I fell off my chair

Okay, not literally, but the comic in this May the Fourth be with You tumblr post is absolutely killing me.

I'm saving the art because I would be so, so sad if I were to lose it, but please go let the artist know if it amuses you anything like as much as it tickles me.

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May the 4th be with you (and you as well)

AO3 Link | Do It Again? (100 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Original Trilogy, Star Wars: Thrawn Trilogy
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa
Additional Tags: Drabble
Summary:

Leia asks a question.

"Would you follow him again?" Leia asked as she watched Luke working on a servo for Artoo. Luke paused, looking up at the woman he'd been infatuated with by a clip of a recording, one that he now knew was his very own twin.

He thought about all the ups and downs they had seen, the fall of the Emperor, the more shadowy war against Thrawn's Imperial Remnant, and he smiled brightly.

"Over and over again, Leia. That little adventure might have had a lot of tragedy for all of us, but… we're here, we're family, and we are together."

Current Mood: festive
Current Music: Maybe you'd like it better back in your cell, your Highness, your Worshipfulness

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May the Fourth be with you, always!

Wishing everyone who enjoys Star Wars a very Lucastrian day!

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But I cried the whole time (doesn't matter, had sex) (300 words) by Petra
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala & Sabé, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Quinlan Vos
Characters: Padmé Amidala, Sabé (Star Wars), Obi-Wan Kenobi, Quinlan Vos, Anakin Skywalker
Additional Tags: Drabble Sequence, First Time, Gossip, Loss of Virginity, Crying During Sex, But then I already tagged it Anakin Skywalker, Confessions, Masturbation, Consensual Infidelity
Summary:

Padmé talks about Anakin with Sabé.

Obi-Wan talks about Anakin with Quinlan.

Anakin practices basic stress relief in his bunk.

...

And if the stars align and my betas have time, I will have another story soon, this one on the classic theme of Obi-Wan Time Travelling, but with a Groundhog Day twist and loss of virginity.

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A Horse of Course Exchange

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Creative Jam

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May Bingo Fest

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Seasons of Drabbles recs

I made some recs here for Oasis RPF, the Kyle Murchison Booth stories, and the Ready or Not movies.

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FTH 2.1: Highlander

AO3 Link | Solving a Mystery (2332 words) by Merfilly
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Highlander The Series
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Joe Dawson [Highlander the Series], Methos [Highlander]
Additional Tags: Canon Typical Violence, Charity Auction, Road Trips
Summary:

Joe and Methos set out on a road trip, and eventually get a more solid clue for why they are traveling.

Solving a Mystery

Methos eyed the Peugeot 405, estate body-style, with a dubious air.

"Whatever you are thinking, keep it behind your lips," Joe told him firmly. "A friend of mine had it worked over so I can actually drive it. You did actually bother learning how to drive my old one, so you can still trade off driving."

"I suppose I am grateful for the cargo space," Methos decided to say, refusing to be silent, but not wanting to start this trip on a sour note with his friend. "And it will be smoother than bouncing on a braying mule's back," he added at Joe's considering look his way.

"Rome?"

"Anatolia," Methos said. "I nearly was executed for making off with a prized one."

"Of course you were."

Joe picked up his bag, braced on his cane in a way that actually made Methos concerned about their plans. Then he noted the bag was heavier than it appeared to be, and the bracing made sense.

"What are you carrying?" Methos asked in his nosiest fashion. He followed Joe to the car with his own single bag, as what he cared to not lose was on his person. He'd have to shift the sword when they got in the car, but it was a registered and licensed antiquity in case of traffic stops.

"A few books that I promised Amanda I'd see returned to the abbey when we touch base there," Joe told him.

"Imagine her returning things…" Methos commented, even as he found a memory welling up.

the past

Methos slipped inside the small kitchen, well-aware that his hostess knew he was there, and that she was calm enough to leave her back to him. Sometimes it shocked him, the way alliances among their kind were able to remain steady through centuries.

"I just saw your latest waif slipping out into the night; should we be concerned?"

Rebecca looked over her shoulder and smiled, shaking her head. "Her fingers acquired something I told her to return."

"Still can't resist such impulses?" he questioned, investigating the choice of drinks before securing a pair of mugs for them to pour.

"It's part of her nature… cider, my friend. Ale would make the stew sit heavy."

"And we can't have that," Methos agreed, considering the immortal thief a longer moment, before settling to conversation and games with Rebecca, one of the few he almost called friend in this age.

"Earth to Adam," Joe said, purposefully using his modern name to drag his attention back. "Let's get this trip off to a start, okay? Then you can tell me stories and keep me awake."

"Of course."

As much as Methos preferred to leave the past dead and buried, this trip was designed specifically to dig up pieces of it… and sharing his memories with Joe was at least somewhat more acceptable than having Duncan or Amanda along for it.

Eventually, Joe would take those stories to his grave, rather than have them live on in another immortal's mind for centuries. It made as much difference to him as that fact that it was Joe, the only mortal he trusted himself to grow closer to.

Joe came alert from his nap because the car had stopped. He looked ahead, the headlamps — before Methos killed them — giving him a glimpse of stone cot and well in disrepair. He didn't remember this on the map they had discussed, but then again, Methos sometimes didn't share, or remember, all the steps. He realized the car must have been crawling over an unpaved path to get them here, and decided he needed to get some caffeine tablets if he hadn't noticed that earlier.

He noticed Methos reached for his sword before getting out, and made himself sit still for a long moment.

If there was an Immortal here, the last thing Methos needed was for Joe to be in potential hostage range. Not, Joe reminded himself, that it would make much of a difference in Methos's decisions. Practical and methodical, too inured to losses, would mean Joe would just wind up dead.

After several tense moments of waiting, Joe found himself relaxing as the other Immortal did step out into the dim light of the moon. Rifling his mental catalog of Immortals, Joe placed this one as Robert de Valicourt, dimly remembering a story about a faked duel and touching reunions.

Things seemed peaceful, as the men embraced, and when Methos looked back to the car, Joe made his way out of it and up the slight incline to the pair.

"Joe, Robert; Robert, Joe." After that bit of an introduction, Methos focused on the other Immortal. "Tell me again, so Joe knows it as well?"

"Gina became aware of writings that she are certain belong to Darius. She was his guest for a time, when we gave way to reason and separated for a time while Silas had it in his head to come for both of ours.

"I thought you would better be able to retrieve them, as you are connected to that society." Robert flicked his eyes at Joe, but less with suspicion and more with hope. "You know it would be written in his code, but some names… do not change."

"How did your wife," and Joe said that deliberately to show he was aware of who he was dealing with, "come to know of them, and which of 'that society' is involved, if you know?"

"An Italian man called Emile Momorrella."

"You think these supposed writings may well tie into the memories of yours we're trying to jog," Joe said, once they were back on the road.

"I was actually in contact with him during the period I've been trying to remember," Methos agreed.

"Emile would have known Gina was an Immortal. She, nor her husband, are particularly known for disguising themselves well," Joe pointed out.

"Yes. This is very much a trap. But better I spring it than it — and the ramifications of our problem we need to solve — takes on a wider spiral that nets the rest of our friends."

Joe bit back any other words as Methos said that. The ancient Immortal was not the most proactive at keeping ties to other Immortals, but that had sounded sincere. He contemplated the reasoning behind the road trip, which had been a rash of new Immortals cropping up in the last year, all of them killed within weeks of their first Quickening.

It had sparked a memory, but not the details, of an event like that happening centuries prior, one that Methos had investigated as possibly being connected to his former comrades in arms.

"What if it's another Immortal working with Emile? A new attempt at what Horton tried, using an Immortal to catch out others, and destroy them first?"

Methos's smile was sharp and dangerous. "Then two people will die before it is done with, at minimum. This former Watcher and whomever they have leashed.

"But I don't think so. This… I think it has something to do with Cassandra."

"Or someone like her?" Joe prompted, after flicking through Duncan's version of that woman's history.

"Yes. She's not a preemptive murderess, but if someone was able to control her — ha! — or a person like her, they might be able to predict where we will be found," Methos reasoned.

"Alright, so it's a trap, they may or may not have one of your kind helping them, and they may or may not have someone who defies science even more than your people by showing them things they shouldn't know." Joe sighed. "So we're turning south?"

"Yes. Robert said he was going to rendezvous with Gina, and make certain they both went to ground elsewhere. With Emile in Milan, he may have an advantage, but I might just have an ace up my sleeve there as well," Methos said, smirking.

"This should be good," Joe said, even as he wondered why in hell he was still doing field work.

He knew, though. Methos mattered enough to make him put aside safety, and he also felt a responsibility to the ones like Duncan, just living their lives and trying to do right.

Methos surveyed the building that had likely begun life as an insula, steadily rebuilt through the ages until it was both what it had been and not.

That, he decided, was something of an apt thought for any Immortal who survived the ages. The constant need to adapt, learn, discard old habits… they lived as Ships of Theseus.

"Can you tell if an Immortal is in there yet?"

"No. I am not that gifted." Methos looked at Joe. "What are you thinking?"

"Honestly? Considering finding out what Watchers are nearby and just waltzing in to capture Emile.

"But I know that's the stupid plan. What's yours?"

"Waltzing in and starting a fight, but after I disable the power and phone lines," Methos said confidently.

"That's worse than mine."

Methos deflated slightly. "We need those writings. And, if we're right, taking Emile and his accomplices down will actually give the newer Immortals a chance to prove themselves rotten to the core for Duncan and others to rightfully remove from the Game."

Joe rolled his eyes. "I've known a lot of you now, and I think you sell them short by seeing them all as potential Slans and Kalases."

"Less debating philosophy and more coming up with a working plan? We don't have access to our thief to encourage her to swipe the writings. Emile is likely just as prepared for a bloodbath as Horton's people ever were. The insula sits in a mostly business district, so there will be many potential witnesses.

"It's unlikely the writings will be moved from here, or that there are not severe traps in place for trying to get to them. And all we really have to go on is Robert's words of what Gina told him."

Joe nodded, considering for a long moment. "We use both plans. You get yourself into the building, unseen, and I call in backup to go confront him. We handle it all inside their part of the building… but all of this hinges on there not being an Immortal who can feel you."

"Or having had visions, if I am right and they have someone like Cassandra."

"Or that."

The pair sat in silence a long moment, considering, before they shared a look.

"Reverse it," Methos said firmly. "I'm the distraction, you're the cleanup."

Joe nodded, having seen the shape of it, and turned to get back to a phone, so he could get everything in motion.

Joe winced as the gunfire erupted, but he stayed on task, the three Watchers with him ready with tasers designed to tackle bears with. Emile was meant to face their justice, and if another Immortal was on premises, they would need to be evaluated for psychosis.

Methos needed to keep himself alive and, if possible, get the hell out of dodge as soon as the Watchers were on top of it.

Joe trusted in Methos to find a way, even as he pushed into one of the offices that had resisted his lock-picking skills, forcing him to resort to a small bit of plastic explosives.

"Go down, deal with anyone attacking the man by himself, but don't… don't impede that one getting away. He took a helluva risk to get us a chance to clean up our mess."

"Si," the leader of the three said. "This ends today, the disgrace they were," that one continued, before beckoning his partners to follow him down to the fighting.

Another strip of plastic explosive was needed for the safe, but Joe's awareness of Emilie's habits were paying off. The vellum was of the right look and smell, the inks he could see matched historic use to the eye. It would take time in a lab to verify, but the writings in pinched, cramped archaic Latin looked like the very thing Gina had reported being asked to establish the age of.

The sound of a gun cocking behind him made Joe stand up slowly — not that he could do otherwise given his condition — and turn to see Emile there. More worryingly, the sounds below had come to a standstill.

"Finally," Emile said, opening his mouth to say something else.

The words choked as he convulsed, electricity pouring through his body. Joe looked past him to see Methos holding the taser, smiling, if a bit bloody.

"Nice toy," he said, before tossing it to the side. "Your people need medical aid, and there is an Immortal here, who is in very poor shape. Clean things up, and meet me at the fall-back?"

"I can do that," Joe said, before holding out the folio. Methos stepped over the still jerking Emile, and accepted it, before doing his swift vanishing act.

Joe eased down onto the bed, saw to ridding himself of the prosthetics, then laid back. He turned his head and found Methos already looking at him.

"Rodrigo looked the other way as I took Cashton to a monastery."

"So that's his name. And what did you learn?"

"He can predict where your kind will be found, sees it in dreams. Emile started using him, convincing him that he was meant to be an angel on the side of God, to end the abominations. He'd never met another of his kind." Joe sighed. "He promised to stay, and to listen to Raines when he shows up."

"Cory Raines?" Methos asked in disbelief.

"He owed me a favor and he needs a change of scene," Joe admitted. "Now, the writings?"

Methos grinned. "How do you feel about us taking an actual vacation to a little shrine I recall, and spending time translating them?"

"I think that sounds better than this last week has been," Joe admitted, before shifting to get comfortable, not even minding when Methos wound up more on his side of the bed than not.

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