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Nana Got Run Over By An X-Wing
« on: December 26, 2016, 04:55:40 AM »
I've been doing some of the December daily prompts on the /r/fanfiction subreddit and some of them came out pretty cute so I thought I'd share a few of my favs!  They're all located over here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/8905378/chapters/20401417


December 7th: Gingerbad - 200 words - Baking gingerbread cookies is harder than it looks.


          Leia is a Princess, she never baked cookies with her mother as a child.  Other people baked perfect little renditions of snowmen and festive banthas with perfectly painted icings and embellishments.  So when she sits down to make holiday spice cookies with her son, Leia quickly realizes she is out of her depth.

          The measurements don’t make sense.  Putting the flour into the mixer makes a huge cloud causing them both to sneeze.  Apparently the oven has to already be hot before putting the dough in.  Ben wants to put the icing on the cookies, but he wants to use the Force to do it.  There is icing everywhere: all over him, her, on the ceiling, on C-3PO.  A cleaning droid has already starting beeping maddeningly at the Princess.

          At the end of it Leia is exhausted, the kitchen of their Chandrilan apartment is a mess.  Of the dozens of cookies they tried to create, only a handful are edible.

          “Mom, these are the best cookies ever!”  Ben exclaims as he tries to shove three of them in his mouth.

          Leia smiles and scoops her son into her arms, spilling even more crumbs.  She kisses his sticky cheeks and knows it’s not just the cookies he loves.

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Re: Nana Got Run Over By An X-Wing
« Reply #1 on: December 26, 2016, 04:55:54 AM »
December 14th: Stop it! - 200 words - Someone's enthusiasm for the holidays gets out of hand.



          Poe is really into Life Day.  The lights, the songs, the sweets, the presents, and even though he’s from a moist jungle planet, the snow .

          As Admiral Ackbar’s boots crunch across the icy wet ground of the command center, his fishy head dips down as he sighs.  The consoles have all been reprogrammed to a festive red and green color scheme.  The comm channels are all playing merry carols.  Lights are draped along the duracreet walls and a sprig of kissing berries hangs precariously at the door, nearly knocked loose every time it slides open and shut.

          “Dameron!”  Ackbar bellows as having snow blown into the command center is the last straw.

          “Happy Life Day, Admiral!”  Poe exclaims happily as he plops a pointed red hat onto Ackbar’s smooth head and thrusts a mug of hot cocoa piled with marshmallows into his hand.

          “When is Life Day over?”  the Admiral grumbles as he carefully takes his seat so as not to slip on the ice or spill his piping hot drink.

          General Organa smirks, also sporting a holiday hat, but hers has been embellished with a tiara.  “Oh, Ackbar,”  she says in a sympathetic tone.  “It’s not even Hallowe’en.”

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Re: Nana Got Run Over By An X-Wing
« Reply #2 on: December 26, 2016, 04:56:50 AM »
December 5th: Nice - 200 words - An insanely kind gesture from someone unexpected.


          No one would call Kylo Ren a nice guy.  He’s not even really the strong, silent type.  He’s a mean one, Mr. Snoke.  Maybe he’s just misunderstood?  Maybe he just has a lot of anxiety from having to hide his perfectly melded Organa-Solo features behind that black mask and tattered cloak?  Whatever the First Order’s ‘It’ boy’s problems are, it costs the dastardly neo-Imperial faction a freighter-load of credits every time he takes out his adult angst on the computer equipment.

          General Hux has put it to his elite stormtrooper commandos to find a way to curb the costly destruction.  But honestly, these are grunts trained to do one thing.  They’re not entirely sure what that one thing is, but they’re pretty sure it isn’t pacifying an edgelord.

          “You do it, XR-5463,”  one stormtrooper pushes another towards the door of Kylo Ren’s brooding sanctuary.

          “This was your idea, RZ-2549!”

          “What’s going on here!”  Kylo Ren’s faux-mechanical voice stops their bickering instantly.

          “We, uh, got this for you… sir.”  RZ-2549 thrusts a small box towards him.

          Inside his mask, Kylo Ren squints at the object.  Slowly he presses the button on the side and is greeted with the most glorious of noises:  the slow, steady, menacing breathing of his dearly departed grandfather.

          “This is…”  he says slowly, trying to keep the strange emotion from his voice.  “The nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.  Now get out.”