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Guards KR

A/N Kind of borrows some plot points from The Force Awakens

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Y/N POV

The door to your chambers slid open, and you were immediately met with a member of the Knights of Ren, your husband’s soldiers. Ever since Kylo became Supreme Leader and Emperor, he assigned you his knights as your security detail. They followed you everywhere on the ship except for your bedroom and the bathroom; you saw it as unnecessary. Who would dare attack you on your own ship? But Kylo saw a threat to you everywhere he looked. You knew the Knights saw this situation as unnecessary as well. They should be training, not babysitting, but they were stuck with you. 

It’s not like they disliked you, you were always kind and relaxed with them, they’d just rather be training. You sighed as you saw them, before continuing. “Good morning, Cardo,” you greeted your guard for the day. 

“Good morning, Empress Y/N of Ren,” Cardo replied in his deep, modulated voice. All their voices sounded similar, but fortunately their masks were all different so you could tell them apart. 

“I’ll ask you again, please just call me Y/N. At least when no one else is around,” you practically begged. You hated all the formal titles, you understood why they were necessary, but you wanted the men you spent practically every second of the day with to be comfortable with you. 

“Yes, Y/N,” he agreed. You walked past him, Cardo falling into step behind you as you approached your husband’s office. You reached the door and put the code in as the Knight moved to his position to the side of the door. 

When you were with Kylo, guards weren’t needed. Both you and Kylo were confident in his abilities to protect you. Of course you didn’t need anyone to protect you, but considering that you weren’t force sensitive, Kylo didn’t see it that way. “Ky,” you greeted as the door slid closed behind you. He looked up from his datapad, removing his helmet so you could see his slight smile. “I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, I don’t need a security detail just to be on this ship.” 

He smirked, leaning back. “And I’ve replied once, I’ll reply again, I’m much more at ease when my knights are with you.” 

“Kylo,” you whined, “they’re bored when they’re with me. They are Knights of Ren, they should be training every day, not babysitting your wife. What if I just sit in the training room while they spar, then I’ll have all your men technically guarding me?” 

He sat back and thought for a minute. “Fine,” he answered, “but I’m coming with you.” 

You smiled, you had no opposition to being with your husband nor seeing him train. He grabbed his helmet and stood up, approaching you. Before he put his helmet on, he grabbed you by the waist and pressed his lips to yours. You smiled into the kiss, one of your hands reaching up into his hair as you returned it. Once he pulled away, he placed his mask on and approached the door. Opening it, he waited for you before following behind you, your guard following him. 

Once you reached the training room, Kylo opened the doors using the Force. You caught a glimpse of two of the five warriors sparring before all attention turned to Kylo, who was now beside you. “Cardo and I will join you today. Empress L/N will be observing.” They all nodded as you almost rolled your eyes at your title. All three of you entered the room, Kylo and Cardo approaching the other four Knights, while you chose a bench far away from the action. 

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Third Person POV

Unbeknownst to any of you, the rebel on the ship had escaped with a rogue stormtrooper. FN-2187 and Poe Dameron were sneaking around the ship when they spotted Kylo Ren, one of his Knights and a woman. “Who’s that?” Poe asked. 

“Holy shit,” FN whispered, “that’s Empress L/N. If we captured her and our terms for her ransom were that he end this war, he would.” Poe gave him a look like ‘Are you serious?’ FN nodded. 

“Well, I guess we’re going to capture an Empress,” Poe said with a smug grin. 

FN-2187 nodded in agreement. With that, they all stalked after the person Kylo Ren values the most. They all watched the Supreme Leader enter a large room along with his wife and his Knights. “That’s the training room,” Finn explained, “c’mon, there’s a side door.” 

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Y/N POV

After an hour of Kylo sparring with his Knights, you were bored. At first it was fun to watch your husband throw some of the most intimidating men in the galaxy across the room, but after seeing that 20 or so times, you had seen it all. You wished you had brought a book or at least a data pad. 

When Kylo had decided he was done with training, he approached you. “I have some work to do. Stay here” he ordered in his modulated voice. 

“No problem. After all, who doesn’t want to watch the strongest men in the galaxy train?” you teased. 

“Careful Y/N, a joke like that could get them all killed.” He leaned in close to your face, although you couldn’t see his eyes through the mask. “You’re mine, darling.” 

“Of course, Supreme Leader Ren,” you complied. 

You knew Kylo had a smug look on his face as he straightened up and exited the room, leaving you with the Knights of Ren. God, you wished you had brought a book. 

After half an hour of watching them train, you felt a hand wrap around your mouth and waist as well as a blaster pressing into your side. “Make a sound, I dare you,” a voice hissed in your ear. You nodded in agreement, moving with your new captors as subtly as possible. Fortunately for them, the Knights of Ren were too busy fighting one another to notice you get dragged out a side door. 

They dragged you into the hallway where a stormtrooper pointed a blaster at you. Looking over your shoulder as much as possible, you could see the man holding you had slightly tanned skin and curly black hair, and the best part was that he didn’t have any armor on like the stormtrooper in front of you. “Now, Y/N,” the trooper in front of you began, “you’re going to help us get out of here and you’re going to come with us.” 

You almost rolled your eyes. He was trying so hard to sound tough. When he moved to take off his helmet was your time to strike. Throwing your head back, you broke the guy behind you’s nose. He let go of you, allowing you to advance on the rogue stormtrooper who was so shocked he dropped the blaster. “You really didn’t think I had no combat training, did you?” you quipped.  But before you could grab the blaster, you felt something hit your temple and your world faded to black. 

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Third Person POV

Poe stood behind the fallen woman, rubbing his elbow after jabbing it into her skull. “Maker, that hurt,” he cursed. Looking up at his new friend, Poe could see his shock. “Let’s just leave her. If someone sees us carrying her, they’ll definitely send Ren after us.” FN-2187 nodded in agreement before they both sprinted off towards the ship hangar. 

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Kylo POV

Leaving the training room, I made my way to the interrogation room. I had already gotten the information I needed, now I just had to kill that pilot. My thoughts still lingered on Y/N. With a rebel on board, was it wise to let her guard be distracted? I brushed those thoughts aside. This rebel wouldn’t be an issue in a moment. Entering the room, I was astonished and furious to see the pilot missing. I made my way back to the training room, pleading that Y/N was unharmed. 

I threw open the doors, looking to the side, Y/N wasn’t there and my Knights were still training. “You fools!” I yelled. “Where is your Empress?” I demanded. I could sense their concern, fright, and confusion. “Search the ship,” I ordered. “If she is harmed or not on this ship, you will have hell to pay!” They all nodded obediently as they followed me out of the room. 

After a minute of searching, I heard Vicrul’s voice over my communicator. “We’ve found her, Supreme Leader. In the side hallway of the training room.”

I didn’t reply as I whirled around to head in the opposite direction. When I made it to the hallway, I saw Y/N laying on the ground, head cradled in Vicrul’s lap. “Y/N,” I breathed, rushing over to her. I gently grabbed her from Vicrul, holding her close. “I’m so sorry,” I whispered. Picking her up bridal style, I addressed my six knights. “You will be punished later,” I said before taking Y/N to our quarters. 

I placed her in our bed. I laid next to her, stroking her hair with my helmet off. When she opened her eyes again, her face immediately twisted in pain. I leaned down to kiss her forehead, trying to soothe her. When her pain subsided enough to allow her to speak, she decided to make a joke. “So I guess I’ll never be alone or have privacy again.” 

“Not a chance,” I replied with a slight smile. “I’m so glad you’re okay, but you will have extra security and your guards will no longer be able to train or be distracted while guarding you.” She groaned. I quickly pecked her lips. “Hate me if you like, I love you too much to allow you to be hurt like this again.” She let out a mumbled, ‘I love you,’ before I let the room, ready to curse out my most loyal guards. 

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Secret Wedding AS

Requested by Anon: Could you write a cute Anakin x Jedi! Reader oneshot about Reader's and Anakin's secret wedding day?

A/N I’m really sorry this took so long. I have no excuse. 

This is also really short but also super sweet

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You jumped down from the ship, surveying the area. Hearing a thump beside you, you turned to see your boyf- fiancé, Anakin. “You ready?” he asked, taking your hands. 

You gave him a smile of reassurance. “Yeah, I am.” You squeezed his hand as he began leading you to the old temple. You looked up, seeing the grounds of the ancient structure were formed by layered rocks. Almost like bricks had been layered before they were shaped. You walked up the steps with Anakin where you noticed some figures walking around covered in light tan dresses and head coverings. You recognized them as Lanai, the caretakers of the island. The temple wasn’t used to train anyone anymore, now it was purely commemorative. And fortunately, no one would be at the temple today, so it was the perfect place for your wedding. 

As you stepped onto the flatter ground, you looked around. It was melancholically beautiful. The sky was grey and you could hear the cold, dark waves crashing against rock; under ordinary circumstances, this would be very gloomy, but it’s like this is what the planet is supposed to look like. 

As you continued to examine the temple, your mind went back to Anakin’s proposal. 

You had been making your way to the temple’s library when you were suddenly pulled behind a grand pillar by the force. “Anakin,” you laughed as you felt his arms encircle you. 

You felt him smile against your skin, lips brushing against your neck as he kissed it. “I want to marry you,” he said in between kisses. 

“What?” Your heart stopped. You pushed him away slightly so you could see his face. “You want to marry me?” you managed to stammer out. 

“Yes,” he said confidently. “I love you. I always will, and I want to cement that love. So will you marry me?” 

You thought for a moment. Surely if anyone found out about your relationship, they would use this marriage as more ammunition against you. “Yes,” you agreed, throwing caution to the wind. “Let’s get married.” Anakin’s face broke out into a smile, and he pulled your lips against his. 

You wandered around the ancient terraces and grounds of the temple until you found a spot you liked. “Anakin,” you called, “what about over here?” you suggested. He approached you, inspecting the spot you chose. It was an overhang of the temple, like a balcony, and the water crashed underneath it, dozens of feet below. 

He pulled you into his side, kissing your forehead. “It’s perfect.” He took your hand, leading you over to the guard wall that prevented people from falling off the cliff. He took a deep breath, taking both of your hands and staring deeply into your eyes. “Y/N, I know our relationship is technically forbidden, but I don’t care. I love you too much to contain it, and I just wanted to ensure that you are mine. I vow to protect you from whatever harm may come our way and I promise you that I will always love you.” 

You felt your eyes burn with tears. Short and sweet, perfectly Anakin. “Anakin, I’ll admit I was scared when our relationship first began, but it was the best decision I ever made to get close to you. I love you more than my heart can contain and I vow to always stand by your side, no matter what.” 

Anakin gave you a slightly teary smile, before he placed a hand around your waist, the other around your neck. He kissed you deeply; you returning it with just as much passion. He pulled apart slightly, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re my wife now,” he breathed. You could hear the smile in his words. You pressed your lips back to his, truly content and happy with your life. 

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Loving Memories AS

Requested by @scarlettmistress :Request with a Jedi reader and sith Anakin where order 66 is executed and he spares her. And while he’s leaving he thinks of their past relationship?

Warning: Cursing

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You sprinted out of the Jedi Temple’s library, holding a hologram of Master Yoda in the palm of your hand. “What do you mean, the clones are going rogue?” you interrogated. 

“Turned on us, the clones have. Orders from sith, they are taking. Protect, you must, the young Padawans,” Yoda ordered. 

“Yes, Master,” you obeyed. 

“May the force be with you, Knight Y/N.”

“May the force be with you, Master Yoda.” You saw him nod before you turned off the hologram. With your hands now free, you sprinted as fast as you could to the young Padawan dormitories. There you saw Master Helbon. “Master Helbon!” you called, running towards him. “Master Yoda has informed me the clones are turning on the Jedi. he suspects it’s being prompted by the sith and that we need to get them to safety.” Helbon nodded, turning to the doors on the right side of the hallway, while you turned to the ones on the left. You opened each door, finding young Jedi in their bunks. “Get up, get dressed, and when you’re done, stand outside your door and stay quiet,” you emphasized the last part. You said that as you opened each dormitory, quickly closing it to move onto the next one. 

Soon enough, there were young Jedi lining the halls, ready to go. Master Helbon stood next to you, his nearly seven foot frame towering over you. It surprises most people when they learn that this giant of a man loves children, but he’s very good with them. “Everyone get into two straight lines, we’ll be going to the Council Chambers,” his booming voice ordered. 

“I’ll take the back, you take the front and lead the way,” you said to Helbon. He nodded, leading the way with his saber drawn while you stepped to the back, also drawing your saber. 

As you and a group of 10 Padawans walked through the Temple’s hallways, you realized just how quiet it was. Most Jedi masters had gone off to fight, and you suspected many of them were already dead. Then you remembered the one person you should have been thinking of the entire time, Anakin. You and Anakin had been involved for nearly a year, and you had no idea where he was or if he was even alive. Had the sith who killed Windu killed Anakin too, or was he on the battlefield getting shot at my clones? You pushed those thoughts away as best as you could, continuing to look around for any threats. 

The group made it to the Council Chambers, where you and Helbon ushered the children in. “Now you, go. I’ll stay and guard the doors,” Helbon ordered. 

“What? No, either come in with me or I’ll stay out with you,” you countered. 

“Y/N, it is my sworn duty to protect them and I can do that best out here. They need someone to comfort them and I need you to do that,” he reasoned. 

You sighed, “Yes, Master.” You walked into the room, sealing the doors after giving the older Jedi a nod of reassurance. 

-

You had no clue how long it had been. Maybe an hour? But the kids were getting antsy, and you had heard nothing from any other Jedi. You had briefly entertained them with training and you lifting them into the air with the Force but nothing lasted long. You had even told them the story of how Anakin and you had taken out 50 or so battle droids, of course omitting the part where Anakin kissed you and told you he loved you for the billionth time. 

Finally you heard something, but it wasn’t good. You heard Helbon yell something before a lightsaber was ignited. Then, silence. You ordered all the young Padawans to get behind you as you ignited your saber and the doors were thrust open. “Anakin?” you interrogated. You were so glad to see him alive and you thought he was coming to help you, but then you caught sight of Master Helbon’s body in the background. “Anakin, what are you doing?” 

“It’s Darth Vader now,” he informed you. “Now, Y/N, move aside. I don’t want to kill you, but I must complete my destiny.” 

“No, Anakin. What is wrong with you? You joined the sith? An,” you used his nickname, “they’re evil and they’ve blinded you.” 

“The Jedi are evil. I’m sorry,” he said simply before casting you into the wall. You hit the glass, fortunately it didn’t crack and send you falling to your death. You hit the floor, but before you could get up, an unseen force pinned you to the wall. You watched in horror, screaming the entire time as Anakin sealed the chamber door and slaughtered all the young children. 

You sobbed when Anakin was done. He approached you, dropping to his knee and taking your chin in his hand. “I love you, Y/N, come with me. You and I can rule the galaxy together,” he offered. 

“This isn’t love and I don’t want to be a sith,” you spat the last word. 

Anakin’s lips pressed themselves into a thin line. “Very well then,” he said, standing up. “I guess this is goodbye,” he spoke in a dark voice. 

That was the last thing you remembered before your world went black. 

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Anakin’s POV

When I first entered those Council Chambers, the love of my life was there, standing in between me and my destiny. Y/N was simultaneously the first and last person I wanted to see. She’s the light in my darkness and my favorite person, the person I wanted to cuddle and be with. But she was also the worst person for me to see today. She’s my light, the light that needed to be smothered by darkness for me to fulfill my destiny. “The Jedi are evil,” I told her, “I’m sorry,” I said before throwing her into the window, pinning her there so she couldn’t stop me. 

Looking into her teary, E/C eyes was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I offered her the chance to rule with me and told her I love her, but she still said no. My heart cracked when I knocked her out, knowing she’d wake up the only survivor surrounded by the bodies of children. 

As I made my way out of the chamber, I thought about our relationship. How we met.

We were just kids when we met. I joined Y/N’s class for my first few years of a Padawan before Obi-Wan began to train me personally. She was the only one to make me feel accepted. We ate together and played together and whenever we could, trained together. 

We didn’t see each other for a while, both of us off with our own Masters until we were about 16. I remember doing a double take. She had grown so much and become so beautiful. Of course when we were little kids she was beautiful by little kids standards, but now she was drop dead gorgeous. 

I remembered our first mission together. 

We walked through the small village on Axins, searching for a slave trader. Y/N and I were paired together while our masters did the same. Y/N and I walked past a stand when she spotted our trader standing in a booth. She elbowed me gently, before nodding subtly at him. I nodded back, going behind the booth just in case. 

She had done so well. She ended up jumping over the stand and running through the entire village trying to catch the guy and when she finally did it was so badass. 

The first time we kissed. 

It was when she had been injured. A droid got her in the shoulder. When she arrived back at the temple, she assured me she was fine and that she had been patched up. I was still panicking, pacing around wondering if something went wrong and she’d drop dead any second. And she calmed me down. 

“Anakin, I’m fine,’ she had repeated for the millionth time. 

“But what if the medical droids missed something or if that was a directed attack and they’ll come back and try to kill you again,” I suggested for the millionth time.  

She just rolled her eyes and stood up, placing her good hand on my jaw and connecting her lips to mind. I was astonished, but I quickly regained my senses and pressed my lips to hers while placing my hands on her hip and waist, enjoying every second. 

The first time we said ‘I love you.’ 

We were laying in my room on my bed. I was laying normally on the bed while her head rested on my stomach and her legs dangled. I felt bad as I laughed because her head was bouncing every time my stomach moved, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was also laughing hysterically. “I love you,” I said through my laugh. 

She stopped. “What did you just say?” she interrogated. She flipped off my stomach and moved so she was laying next to me, propped up on her arms. 

“I said I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit it,” I stated boldly. Although I was a little scared she’d run out of the room screaming. 

Then a smile graced itself on her face. “I love you too,” she admitted. She leaned down, pressing her lips to mine while I pulled her on top of me. 

My mind was haunted with these memories as I made my way out of the Jedi Temple. When I arrived on an Imperial Ship, my mind was plagued with these memories. These memories of us and my love for Y/N L/N plagued my mind until the second I took my last breath. 

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Proposal HS

Requested by Anon: Can you write a Han Solo x Reader oneshot, where he tries to propose to Reader but he always gets interrupted or one of them gets called away... when he finally decides to propose to the Reader during their shootout with the Droids?

A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it. Here’s my gift to you. If you don’t celebrate Christmas, well, here’s a late Hanukkah gift/an early Kwanzaa gift. 

Warning: Cursing

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You walked down the hallways of the new Rebel base on Hoth. You were freezing all the time and just miserable. Fortunately for you, your boyfriend was usually there to keep you warm, but he had been acting weird around you. Whenever you got close, he’d immediately end conversations with Chewie or Luke. You also noticed that Luke and Chewie were giving you weird looks that you couldn’t decipher. And on top of that weirdness, you were living on a rebel base, so there wasn’t exactly much time to cuddle. 

As you turned a corner, your boyfriend appeared. “Hey, Y/N!” he said brightly. He was never this happy. ‘What’s wrong with him?’ you asked yourself. “Can you come with me?” he asked, placing a hand on your back while leading you away from your intended destination. 

“If it’s quick. I have to check on Luke,” you said. 

“Oh trust me, after this, you’re not going to want to do any work,” Han said cheekily. 

You gave him a quizzical look. “What does tha-” you were interrupted by another medic. 

“Y/N! Leia is requesting an update on Luke,” he shouted urgently. 

“I’ll be right there!” you called. “I have to…” you said, trailing off. 

“I know, it’s okay. Go, I’ll tell you later,” Han gave in. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, standing on your toes to peck his cheek. 

Han sighed, watching you go. Stuffing his hand in his pocket, he felt the ring he had managed to get for you. For once in his life he didn’t steal it or win it in a gamble. He actually bought a ring for you. Dejected, he made his way to the hangars where Chewie was working on the Falcon. “Did you chicken out?” Chewie asked. 

“No,” Han said, irritated, “she got called in to help Luke.” 

“You’re never going to propose to her,” Chewie teased. 

“Shut up, yes I am. I just need the right timing.” 

-

The next time you were actually with Han was when you were desperately trying to escape the Imperial Fleet, which was on your tail after they found your base. You escaped through an asteroid field; you clutching onto the seat the entire time, willing Han not to crash. Now you were at Lightspeed and all was calm. You were in your and Han’s quarters when he entered. “Can I come in?” he asked, standing at the door. 

“Well, obviously,” you joked. He sat down next to you on the bed. You turned to kiss him sweetly. When you did pull away you said, “I’m really glad you didn’t crash us into a rock.” 

Han laughed, “Well, I am the best,” he reasoned, pulling you into yet another kiss. “Look, I wanted to tell you something, er-” he stuttered, “I guess ask you something.” You turned your body to fully look at him, a little concerned. “Will,” he began, but he was cut off by the shudder of the ship. 

“What the hell was that?” you asked when there was a lull in the shaking, but it soon picked up again. 

“That damn hyperdrive,” Han cursed. “Wait here, I’ll fix it,” he kissed your forehead once again before making his way out of the room. You waited for forever, holding onto the bed bolted to the wall for dear life. 

-

After finally fixing the hyperdrive with the help of an old friend, Han was exhausted. The stress of the ship’s condition was big enough, but on top of that he was trying to propose to the love of his life and he was deathly afraid that he’d be rejected. He threw off his vest to the chair next to him and flopped down at the new rebel base. When the wookie made its way in, he picked up the vest to throw off the chair until he felt the ring inside. “You still haven’t proposed?” Chewie growled at his friend. 

“There hasn’t exactly been a good time!” Han defended. “First she had to go help Luke and Leia, and then the ship started losing its mind because of you!” Han accused. 

“Why is it my fault? You’re the one who wanted me to work on the ship!” Chewie rebutted. 

This went on for a while, only to be interrupted by you, bursting through the, thankfully for Han, sealed door. “I don’t care what the hell you’re arguing about, but we’re being attacked by stormtroopers!” you yelled before tossing a blaster to your boyfriend. 

Before you could run back out of the room, Han got a hold of your waist. He wrapped his arm around you and then leaned in for a passionate kiss. He pulled away slightly, his nose brushing yours. “God, you’re so hot like this,” he smirked. 

You blushed slightly until Han pushed his lips back onto yours. Chewie’s noise of disgust soon interrupted your kiss. He hadn’t been able to leave the room as you and Han were blocking the doorway. You regained your senses, pulling away with a blush before turning to run out of the base to where the fighting was happening. Han made his way outside with you, each of you covering and protecting one another. 

All was going well until you and Han got pinned down by a group of Stormtroopers firing. “Damnit, we’re trapped,” you cursed, pressing your back to the fallen log that was protecting you and Han. 

“Fuck it,” Han cursed under his breath. “Y/N, we might not get out of this alive, so I’ll ask right now. You know how I’ve been acting weird lately and keep saying that I have something to ask you?” You nodded before he continued. “Well, it’s kind of big, so I’ll just say it. Y/N, I love you so much and I want to know that you’ll always be with me. So, Y/N M/N L/N, will you marry me?” 

You were shocked and astounded. With all the awkwardness you had assumed he was trying to break up with you but couldn’t figure out how to. “Yes. I love you Han, yes!” you said excitedly. 

Han’s face broke out into a smile and from his sitting position, he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you into his lap. His lips pressed themselves against yours. You allowed yourself to enjoy the kiss, thinking it would be your final moment alive when you heard Luke’s voice. “Get down!” 

You didn’t know exactly what was happening, but fortunately Han knew because he tugged you to the ground. He rolled the both of you over so his body was shielding you from the hail of lasers firing at each side. Finally, the firing stopped coming from the Stormtrooper side, all of them either lying dead or fleeing. 

Once it was safe to get up, you pushed Han off of you, jumping over the log to join the rebels who were chasing the soldiers. Chewie approached Han. “Unbelievable, we get engaged and then she runs off,” Han whines. 

“Maybe she’s running away from you,” Chewie joked. 

“Shut up,” Han hit his friend’s arm. 

-

When you did finally return to base, Han all too eagerly swept you in his arms. “I was beginning to think you just didn’t want to marry me, so you left,” he half-joked. 

“Never,” you promised. 

“I have something for you,” he said, pulling away. He reached into the pocket of his vest, pulling out a silver ring, a delicate diamond placed on it. “It’s not much but-” 

“I love it,” you cut him off. He placed it on your finger, once again wrapping both arms around your waist and kissing you. As you kissed your fiancé, a thought occurred. Pulling your lips away, you asked, “You didn’t steal this from some poor woman, did you?”

“No, I bought it. You’re worth much more than some stolen piece of jewelry,” he assured you. You smiled, once again returning your lips to his. You both smiled into the kiss, enjoying the bliss of your love. 

~~

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Mission Accomplished O-WK

Requested by Anon: Could you write an Obi-Wan x Reader oneshot, where Reader and her Padawan joins Obi-Wan & Anakin on a mission and after Reader is put in a life threatening situation while saving Anakin and her Padawan, Obi-Wan confesses his feelings to her once they are alone?

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You stood in the middle of the Jedi Council with your Padawan, Leo. Currently, they were assigning you and your padawan, a mission and now they were debating amongst themselves about whether or not another pair should join you. “You are sending them into Kradril, there are thousands of battle droids,” Obi-Wan insisted. 

“If we send too many people there, then they will be easily caught,” Windu fired back. 

“Silence, you all,” Yoda commanded. “Go to Kradril, you will, Master Obi-Wan. Padawan, you will take.”

“Thank you, Master Yoda,” Obi-Wan said before turning back to you and Leo. 

“Master Y/N, Master Obi-Wan, collect your Padawans and leave at once,” Master Kit said. 

“Yes, Sir,” you said, turning on your heel to leave while Obi-Wan and Leo follow you. 

“Is it true there will be thousands of battle droids?” Leo asked nervously. 

You laughed slightly, placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “We’ll be fine. Stick with Master Obi-Wan and I and you’ll be fine.” Leo had only been your Padawan for four years, so he had a lot to learn, but he was smart. 

“Just watch out for Anakin,” Obi-Wan cut in with humor in his voice, “he can be a bit reckless.” Leo gave him a smile before walking into his dormitory as Obi-Wan and you continued to the master’s section. 

“Will you be okay,” Obi-Wan asked, just as you were about to enter your room, “with Leo going on a mission?” 

You hesitated. Two years ago, when Leo had only been your padawan for a year, the council sent the both of you on a mission. It was supposed to be a simple mission, but Leo had somehow provoked a merchant who wanted to sell him into slavery. Jedi mind tricks weren’t working on the alien man, but you still defended your padawan. It ended with Leo getting thrown through a trading booth that caused internal trauma, which he needed surgery for. There was no one to help you, so while you waited for help, you used the force to keep his lungs from collapsing. “Yeah, I’ll be okay,” you forced a smile. 

Obi-Wan remembered your fear from all those years ago. He had been part of the rescue team and he would never get the image of tears running down your S/C cheeks as you struggled to keep the boy breathing. He remembered distinctly how afterward you would talk to him about it and try not to fall apart as he held you. You were incredibly protective over Leo now, which rubbed a few masters the wrong way, but anyone who lost their padawan or master knows how painful it is. “Okay,” Obi-Wan nods, “we’ll meet in the hangars in half an hour.” 

You nodded again, going into your dormitory and collecting your things for the trip. The entire time you were grabbing robes and other necessities, you couldn’t stop thinking about what happened last time. Your mind also kept wandering to the nights you spent with Obi-Wan. When the memories wouldn’t leave you, you’d go to Obi-Wan or if he sensed your distress through the walls, he’d come to you. You’d usually talk to him while he comforted you, trying to coax you to sleep. Oftentimes you’d wake up tangled in his arms and resting on his chest. 

Holding your bag, you exited your room and headed towards Leo’s. When you knocked on the door, Leo greeted you with the sight of him holding his bag, ready to go. “You’re on time for once, I’m impressed,” you joked. 

Leo laughed in return, “I’m just excited to go on another mission.”

Stopping, you whirled around so you were now facing him. “Be careful, I mean it. You remember what happened last time and this time, I won’t be able to save you if you get shot,” you say gravely. 

He seemed to deflate, making you feel bad. “Yes, Master.”

“Good, I don’t mean to scare you or discourage you. I just really need you to be careful.” Leo nodded once again before you continued your way to the hangar. As expected, neither Obi-Wan nor Anakin were there. Anakin wasn’t the most punctual person. Approaching a six person ship, you opened the ramp and walked up, Leo tailing behind. There were three rooms, each containing two beds. You went to one room to set your belongings down while Leo went to another. Obi-Wan would either stay in Anakin’s room or stay in this one, and considering how many times Obi-Wan slept in your bed and vice versa, you wouldn’t be surprised if he chose your room. 

Walking into the cockpit, you sat in the pilot’s seat, checking out the controls. As you were getting a sense of the ship’s controls, you felt two people walk into the room. “Nice of you to join us,” you smirked. 

“It’s not my fault my padawan is always tardy,” Obi-Wan defended. 

“Actually, it kind of is, Master,” Anakin quipped, making you smile. 

“Anakin, why don’t you get a sense of the controls,” you said to your co-pilot. It was a well known fact that Anakin was an excellent flyer, albeit reckless, while his master was not. You had only taught Leo the basics, and this ship was too big for him to handle. 

Anakin slid into the seat next to you, getting a sense of everything before you finally took off, jumping into hyper-speed when you exited Coruscant’s atmosphere. You spent the trip laughing with Obi-Wan and the two Padawans and showing Leo the controls. But as you approached Kradril, you all got into planning mode. Eventually, the group decided on staying together, seeing as there was an enormous threat in the form of thousands of battle droids. Your job was to destroy the computer that controlled them and get out, which is easier said than done. 

You landed the ship in the mountains, careful to keep out of range of the base’s sensors. As Anakin and Leo walked out of the cockpit, you stood up only to be held back by Obi-Wan. “Look, I know you’re going to protect Leo to the point where you’d die for him, but I need you. I need you to be here with me so badly,” he pleaded. 

Not getting the full meaning of his words, you nodded. The bearded Jedi let go of your arm, allowing you to walk away. Once everyone was off the ship, you began walking in front while Obi-Wan walked in the back, protecting Leo and Anakin and looking out for threats. The mission went smoothly enough; you got into the base smoothly, taking out a few droids silently. When you got to the main computer, you set it to shut down all droids in an hour, giving you enough time to escape before anyone figured out something might be wrong. 

But it all went to hell when you encountered droidekas. 

As you and the rest of the Jedi were making your way out of the base, a group of battle droids appeared at the end of the hall. Everyone did their job, slicing up the droids until about a dozen droidekas showed up. “What the hell?” Anakin shouted in surprise. 

“One of them must’ve signaled for help,” you reasoned. They began to surround your group as you and Obi-Wan pushed your padawans into the wall so no one would be shot in the back. Once Leo and Anakin were ‘safe,’ Obi-Wan stepped in front of you, shielding you with his body. 

Looking up, you noticed exposed pipes, hopefully strong enough to hold up a person so they could swing behind the droids and kill them. “Anakin,” you muttered. He looked at you, seeming to have figured out your plan. He nodded, reaching up for the pipes and swinging behind them. The second Anakin moved, the droidekas deployed their shields and began firing. 

Anakin sliced three away, making a path for at least one of you to get out. “Leo, go,” you ordered. 

“But-” 

“I said, go!” you yelled, desperate to keep that pathway clear. He ran off to Anakin, taking out one more droid once he was behind them. 

“Anakin, take Leo back to the ship. If we’re not back 15 minutes after you, leave,” Obi-Wan ordered while still deflecting blaster shots. 

“Master-” 

“Protect Leo!” you yelled. The boys nodded, running for the exit. 

“Y/N, if we don’t get out of this,” Obi-Wan yelled, “I want you to know-” 

You cut him off with your scream. Looking over, he saw a crater from where the blaster hit. It went over the top of your forearm. The sight of you injured seemed to ignite something in Obi-Wan. It was like the strength he received after watching Qui-Gon be killed, only now it was amplified. He stepped forward boldly, hacking and slashing at the droids until they were all in bits and pieces. He looked over at you who was clutching your forearm, unsure of how to make the pain stop. 

Stepping next to you, he took your uninjured hand. “I know it hurts, but we have to leave right now,” he stressed. You nodded, allowing him to continue to hold your hand as you ran out of the base with him. 

“What were you going to say earlier?” you asked as the both of you continued to run. 

He hesitated, “I’ll tell you later.” 

Continuing to run, you made it on the ship just as Anakin was about to start it. Rushing into the cockpit, you praised Anakin for following orders. Still clutching your arm, you supervised Anakin until you could safely hit hyper-speed. 

“C’mon Y/N, let me fix your arm,” Obi-Wan invited. You nodded, standing up to follow him to your room. You fell back onto your bed, exhausted, as Obi-Wan rifled through a bag to find medicine. He kneeled next to you, forcing you to sit up as he took your arm. The medicine was cooling against the charred flesh that was your arm, and Obi-Wan wrapped it. “They’ll probably have to peel away the burnt skin,” Obi-Wan told you. 

You groaned, you’ve seen plenty of Jedi receive that treatment. Whether it came from battle, sparring, or even accidental self-inflicted wounds on young Padawans; the procedure was always met with screaming. 

“And what I wanted to tell you…” Obi-Wan trailed off, not meeting your eyes. Concerned, you almost said something, but he continued. “I love you,” his cerulean blue eyes looked into your E/C ones. “I’ve loved you since we were Padawans. You helped me get through Qui-Gon’s death, and I helped you through Leo’s injury. And some of my favorite moments are when I’d wake up, and you’d be laying on my chest, still sleeping. I love you, most ardently.” 

You couldn’t speak, your best friend, the man who you denied your feelings for, for years just told you, he loves. Still unable to speak, you connected your lips to his. It was slow and passionate, but also needy because of all the years of avoidance. “I love you too,” you said, your forehead leaning against his. 

“You should probably rest,” he breathed. You nodded, pulling away from Obi-Wan slowly. 

“Stay with me?” you pleaded. 

“Of course,” he smiled. He laid down next to you, careful of your burnt arm. You laid against his chest while he buried his face in your hair, which was tied back. Obi-Wan pulled the ribbon that held your hair back, out and let the rest of your hair fall. He stroked his fingers through it lovingly, long after you fell asleep. He looked down at your sleeping form, cuddled tightly into his chest. He couldn’t believe that after all these years, he finally had you. 

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Betrayal II KR

Part 1

A/N So I have two other requests, don’t worry I’m still going to do them, I just really wanted to write this one. 

Also, this one has slight Poe x reader

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Kylo’s POV

After the metal walls had been slashed up by my saber, I took a step back, trying to breathe. She would fall back in love with me in time. She just needed to remember the good times and see that there still would be good times. And if that didn’t work, then I’d just keep her here. Forever. 

The doors opened, and I was greeted with the sight of two stormtroopers who immediately stepped out of the way. “Get magnetizing cuffs for the prisoner in the containment chamber and then put her in a normal cell. Make sure she is separated from other prisoners,” I ordered as I walked past them. I stepped inside the interrogation room to see the pilot Y/N had been with had cuts and bruises all over his face. He was strong, I had to admit that. Few prisoners lasted that long against torture. 

“Tell me where the map is,” I ordered. 

“The Resistance will not be intimidated by you,” he spat. 

I was already frustrated with Y/N’s refusal to accept me, and this threw me over the edge. I stepped closer to him, hovering my hand over his face and entering his mind. There I saw things I had never wanted to see. 

I saw a memory of the pilot’s. He stepped down from his X-Wing with a big smile on his face, as people cheered for him. “Poe!” I heard the love of my life’s voice call. He turned in her direction as she pushed through the crowd. My heart clenched as I saw them embrace, her arms around his neck while he held her waist. 

The scene shifted, I was now in a dark room, living quarters, I assumed. Turning to the metal framed bed, I saw Y/N sleeping. I couldn’t help but smile at how peaceful and relaxed she looked asleep. I stepped closer to her, running a finger over her face gently. This, right now, is what I wanted. The door sliding open abruptly interrupted my happiness, spilling light in. Y/N’s eyes opened, and she gave the intruder a smile. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Poe give her a smile and make his way to the side of her bed. He leaned down, connecting his lips to her, making my blood boil. When she pulled him into bed and he took off her shirt, I immediately pulled out of the memory. 

I looked at the prisoner who was looking at me in bewilderment. “You’re jealous,” he laughed. Angered, I punched him before pushing into his mind again, finding what he did with the map to my uncle. 

When I pulled out of his mind, I began to force choke him until his face turned blue. “I should kill you right now, rebel scum,” I snarled before turning away. “The map to Skywalker is in a BB droid,” I yelled at anyone who could hear. Angrily, I stormed towards the prisoner’s cells and found one in the very back with a girl in it. Her once glowing S/C skin was now dull and slightly grey. My heart broke seeing her like this. No method to contain Jedi was harmless, they usually made them tired and sick, sapping their energy from them, but I hadn’t realized just how powerful these cuffs were. 

“What are you doing here?” she spat. “You can’t make me love you.” 

“I just need to confirm something,” I said, kneeling next to her. I entered her mind, trying not to make it too painful. I struggled through the walls of her mind, finding memories of her and the pilot, confirming what I saw in his head. Pulling out of her memories, I looked at her, furious. 

“Why did you need to see that?” she demanded. 

“Dammit Y/N, you’re mine! You’ve always been mine. When are you going to accept that?” I yelled. 

“I don’t belong to anyone and if I did, it would’ve been Ben, but you killed him,” she was crying now. “You suffocated yourself so you could join the dark side. You killed yourself and the rest of our class so you could become this,” she said with disgust. 

I took off my helmet, getting in her face so our noses were touching. “This is who I am, and I’m going to kill that rebel scum.” 

“No, wait!” she screamed after me as I walked out of her cell. She struggled to stand up, so I approached her again, allowing her to hold my arms. “Don’t hurt him, and I’ll stop fighting you,” she offered. 

My heart fluttered at the prospect of her accepting me, but at the same time my head was screaming at me because she was only doing this to protect Poe, the man who was sleeping with my Y/N. I gazed into her E/C, seeing the desperation in them. “Okay,” I agreed. 

“Your eyes still look like they used to,” she murmured, her face now closer to mine. 

I couldn’t tell if she was talking to herself or me. I took my chances and connected my lips to hers. She hesitated at first, but soon gave in. I knew she was kissing Ben, or the memory of me, but I didn’t care. She’s kissing me and soon her love for who I used to be will turn into love for me. “I love you,” I said as I pulled away only to press my lips to her again, my hands clutching her to me tightly. When I finally pulled my lips from hers, she fell against my chest. “What’s wrong?” I panicked. 

“The cuffs,” she managed to say through a tired voice. Then her heart rate picked up, “I can’t see,” she was panicking now, her words now slurring together. Her legs gave out, and I gripped her waist so she wouldn’t fall, pulling her up. I reached down to the cuffs on each of her forearms, glowing with power, but when I tried to touch them, I felt my entire being get so heavy I almost dropped Y/N. 

“Guard!” I shouted angrily. A stormtrooper rushed to the entry of Y/N’s cell. “Get these things off her,” I snarled, not caring he could see my face. 

“But, sir, sh-” 

“I don’t care, take these off of her before she dies!” I cut him off. He nodded, taking each hand and undoing the cuffs. Since he wasn’t a Jedi, the cuffs had no effect on him. 

Using the force, I grabbed my helmet and put it on before scooping Y/N up bridal style. Prisoners, stormtroopers, and fellow officers gave me weird glances as I rushed past them, carrying an unconscious girl in my arms. But I ignored them. 

I eventually got to my quarters, where I placed my love on the bed. Again, I was incredibly content and happy to see her so peaceful, but she also looked sick and weak. It was agonizing to know that I made her like this. I ordered for the cuffs to be placed on her because I wanted a chance to hold her consciously. As I was staring at her, stroking her hair, I heard a voice through my comm. 

“Commander Ren, the prisoner has escaped,” a staticky voice came over the radio. 

“Copy that,” I said. I took another moment to look at my beautiful Y/N. “I’ll be back soon,” I whispered. Walking out of the room, I began searching for the rebel. It seemed I was quite lucky today because as I turned the corner, I was greeted with the sight of the pilot being held by a stormtrooper. Quickly reaching into the trooper’s mind, I saw that he was helping the pilot. I sighed, “Y/N wants you safe, go.” I ordered. 

“What?” they asked simultaneously. 

“Do you want me to kill you both? Y/N doesn’t want you killed, which you will be on this ship, so go. Get to the hangars before I change my mind or anyone else sees you,” I said. Snoke would kill me if he ever found out about this. No, he wouldn’t kill me, at least not at first, he’d kill Y/N first. 

They both nodded graciously, scurrying down the hall. I went back to my quarters, the entire way I was thinking about all the danger Y/N now faced. Snoke would kill her for interfering with my destiny, and now the rebels knew her as my weakness. Entering my bedroom and removing my mask, I saw Y/N still laying on my bed. Climbing in next to her, I pulled her into my side, clasping her tightly. “I swear I’ll protect you. I promise,” I murmured into her hair.

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Sith Erinyes AS

Erinyes [ih-rin-ee-eez] the three goddesses of vengeance and retribution who punished men for crimes against the natural order

Requested by Anon: Could you write an Anakin x Sith! Reader oneshot, where because receiving the visions of her husband’s dark fate as Darth Vader, Reader takes his place as the Chancellor’s student instead. And Anakin finds out (after reading her journal once he and the others made it to a safe place after Order 66) and vows to save her for his and their children’s (Luke’s and Leia’s) sakes? Sorry... I hope that I wasn’t too specific in my request.

A/N It’s completely fine, I love this idea. And thank you for all the requests and compliments. Also, this won’t remain 100% faithful to the plot of Episode III but just ignore it.

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Opening your eyes, a hazy image came into view. You saw Anakin speaking with Chancellor Palpatine. It was hard to make out, but you were pretty sure it was them. You couldn’t hear the entire conversation, but from what you could gather, Palpatine was beginning to seduce Anakin to the dark side. It scared you. You knew Anakin was supposedly the most powerful force user to exist, and considering how Sidious killed his master, this wouldn’t end well. But what caught your attention was Anakin’s interest in Darth Plagueis The Wise. Why would Anakin want so desperately to bring someone from death? 

Unbeknownst to you, Anakin had already had this conversation, and he had already seen you dying. 

It seemed as if you were floating above lava; you noticed that the area was blazing hot, all land not covered by liquid fire was made of molten rock. Then you noticed two figures, each wielding pillars of blue light on top of floating debris. Recognizing Anakin’s black robes as well as Obi-Wan’s brown and white ones, you screamed for Anakin to be careful, but no one could hear you, you couldn’t even hear the words you so desperately tried to scream. You couldn’t look away as you saw your husband’s master jump onto safe land. They yell at each other, but you couldn’t hear anything. When Anakin jumped over Obi-Wan, you let out a strangled gasp as he cuts Anakin’s arms from mid-forearm and legs from mid-shin. They exchanged a few other words before Obi-Wan walked away. 

The scene shifted, and you saw a man standing against a table like a contraption, arms and legs bound. He was completely covered in black: black armor, black cape, even a black helmet that completely shielded his face. And though you couldn’t discern who was now screaming in agony through a modulated voice, something told you it was your husband, Anakin. 

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Your eyes snapped open. ‘It was just a dream,’ you tried to reassure yourself. But you couldn’t shake the instinct that it was real, like a premonition. You began to get out of the small cot when Anakin’s arm tightened around you. “Where are you going, love?” he asked, now fully alert. He was a light sleeper, and it took him less than a minute to fully wake up. 

“Nothing, I just remembered I have to do something in my dorm,” you lied, stroking the side of his face. You were Darth Sidious’ sort-of-apprentice, but he wasn’t especially fond of you despite your power. He had preferred Darth Maul to you, and now there were rumors among his closest confidants that he was seeking to make Anakin his new apprentice. Sidious more so kept you because he didn’t want the Jedi to use you against him. He had found you on Naboo when you were only a newborn, your mother was a handmaiden to the Queen at the time, which was how he found you before the Jedi could sense you. 

Anakin nodded, slumping back down as you got dressed. You stood up, placing a hand on your slightly swollen stomach, and left your room, making your way to Darth Sidious’ quarters. You got onto the elevation and chose the 7th floor, stepping out once you reached his temporary living room. One of his personal guards approached you. “Tell Lord Sidious that Darth Erinyes wants to speak with him about Anakin,” you ordered, making yourself into the intimidating Sith Lord your master trained you to be.

“Yes, Ma’am,” he said, turning to enter Sidious’ office. Not long after, the guard came out, gesturing for you to enter. You walked in, head held high and black robes billowing around your ankles. 

“Erinyes,” Sidious addressed you, he never used your proper name, “is there a reason you are interrupting me at such a late hour?” 

“I apologize, Master. I only wish to speak with you about Anakin.” 

“What of the boy?”

“I know you want him as your apprentice and I’m here to ask you to make me your apprentice and instead allow him to go about his life,” you practically begged. “I don’t think it’s wise to turn him in such a forceful way.” 

“You, Erinyes, are not the Jedi I seek-” he began before you cut him off.

“I am just as powerful as him! I have been by your side since I was an infant and I outperformed Maul!” you realized that you were yelling at Sith Lord Sidious but at this point you had nothing to lose so you kept going. “Yet you favored him. Why? Because he wasn’t female? Am I just a prize for you? You keep me around so I don’t join the Jedi and overthrow you?” 

Lord Sidious sat silently. He didn’t speak for a few moments and you continued to stand there. “I will leave Anakin alone and let him make his own way to the dark side. In the meantime, you, Erinyes, will be my apprentice and my spy within the Jedi Temple.” 

“Thank you, Master,” you said in relief. You had expected him to kill you, or at least electrocute you for speaking out. 

“When you go back to the Temple, make sure you watch over Anakin.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said obediently before making your way into your assigned dorm and grabbing your journal. First, you wrote about your dream so you could look for signs that it might happen, and then you wrote about your encounter with Lord Sidious. Tucking the small journal back into your luggage, you got into your own bed. 

After about 10 minutes of wishing you had gone back to Anakin’s room, the door opened, and a figure walked in. They collapsed on the bed almost on top of you and you giggled, knowing it was your husband. “What are you doing?” you laughed. 

“You didn’t come back,” he said with a smirk, placing a hand on your stomach. Anakin’s happiness quickly dissipated when he remembered his own premonitions. It overjoyed him when you told him you were pregnant, but then he had a dream. In the dream he watched you scream in pain and die, and then he saw your babies being taken away. He had seen that you’d have twins, but he never told you because he didn’t want to scare you. 

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The next morning, you both woke up to a droid opening the door. It only told you that the Jedi would depart in an hour before zooming away. “Well, I guess I have to go get my things from my room, Love,” Anakin kissed your nose.

“I guess,” you sighed. You never wanted moments like these to end. Moments when you didn’t have to think about the fact that you had been lying to the man you love since the second you met.

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Anakin’s POV

It had been months since Y/N and I were at the Senate building, and by now she was heavily pregnant. Although, she somehow managed to hide her bump even now as she was into her 9th month. I had become Palpatine’s apprentice after he killed Windu, although I hadn’t told Y/N. She didn’t need to know I was doing this to save her and our children.

I walked into our room to see Y/N lying on the bed, face covered by her hands. “I hate this,” she groaned.

“I know,” I sympathized. “But remember, when this is over we’ll have out child.” I tried to excite her.

“Shut up, you’re not the one going through pregnancy and birth,” she mumbled.

I laughed, leaning down to kiss the side of her head. “So, something’s about to happen and I need you to stay in here.”

“What? Why do I need to stay in here?” Y/N stood up now. “Anakin, what’s going on?”

“Nothing Y/N, just please do as I say,” I begged, walking to the door.

“No, tell me what’s going on!” she insisted.

“No!” I yelled, using the force to grab her throat. She choked, looking scared of me, but I was so angry I couldn’t bring myself to let her go until she fell unconscious. I laid her unconscious body on the bed before leaving and locking the door to our room. “I’m sorry, Love,” I yelled through the door. I turned away from it, igniting my lightsaber, preparing myself to do whatever it would take to keep Y/N and our children safe and alive.

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I laid on the burning ground, alight and in agony. I was livid with the only father figure I had ever known. He had betrayed me and I couldn’t stand it. But most of all, my heart was broken. Y/N, if she hadn’t already, would be going into labor and I wouldn’t be there to save her. I wouldn’t get to meet my children either. Eventually the pain overtook me and I succumbed to darkness, welcoming my death.

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I finally woke up and realized that I was standing, yet strapped to a table. After a few moments of tugging and panicking, they unleashed me from the restraints. Chancellor Palpatine walked, so he was visible to me. “Lord Vader, can you hear me?”

“Yes, Master,” I replied. “Where is Y/N?” I asked, turning to him. “Is she safe? I she alright?” I continued to interrogate.

“It seems in your anger, you killed her,” he informed me.

‘What?’ I thought, ‘I killed her?’ My heart shattered. ‘How could I have done this to her?’ I wasn’t fully aware of my actions I was in so much pain but I fell to my knees, crying out in agony for what I had done to the love of my life.

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A/N I cut stuff out of the request because logically through my writing, it didn’t make sense. I’m sure the requester had a different path in mind, but this was like a puzzle I couldn’t manage to fit together.

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It’s Killing Me II O-WK

A/N, takes place two years after ‘It’s Killing Me,’

Warning: Slight smut, cheating, cursing

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Your fingers twisted nervously at your side, anxiousness and excitement coursing through your nerves. “Stop that,” your husband snapped at you from his throne next to you. He had been watching you, his wife, out of the corner of his eye, as you flanked the left hand side of the throne.

“Yes, Sir,” you said submissively, clasping your hands together in front of you properly. Ever since you got married, you completely lost yourself. You had no spark in you at all, your husband controlled every aspect of your life now and you were closer to a prisoner than a queen. Ever since King Neotoria XVI died, your husband took the throne. Qi-Fin’s mother had had a throne but when he assumed power, he decided you didn’t warrant a throne and instead made you stand at his side like a prize. And all the standing was killer on your feet because of all the heels he forced you to wear.

You were nervous because a Jedi was coming to guard you once again because your husband had rubbed a few people the wrong way and now there was a bounty on your head. You just hoped that the Jedi sent to you would know Obi-Wan so you could ask them about your former paramour.

Just as you felt your ankles might give out from standing in 5 inch high heels for so long, the doors to the throne room flew open. You looked up, heart rate doubling when you saw the love of your life walk in.

Next to you, Qi-Fin’s fists clutched the armrests of his throne. He was never fond of Jedi but this particular one rubbed him the wrong way. He knew Obi-Wan had an awfully intimate relationship with Y/N, his wife. He would never be able to determine how close the pair were, but it was certainly above protector and protectee.

Obi-Wan walked into the room, head held high. When he first got his assignment to protect you, he was elated. Of course, he was upset you were yet again in danger but at least he’d get to spend time with you again. Also knowing he had sex with the Queen of Neotoria before the King gave him a bit of a superiority complex.

“Your Majesties,” he bowed.

“Master Obi-Wan Kenobi,” the King spat out, “I see you’ll be protecting my wife again.” Obi-Wan didn’t miss the emphasis on ‘my wife’ but didn’t say anything. As much as he wanted to throttle the obnoxious king with his bare hands but fortunately his Jedi training in patience kept him at bay. He then turned his attention to his love.

You stood there, eyes cast down, formerly radiant S/C skin now sallow and dull. He couldn’t help but notice the dress you were wearing was a hideous shade of L/F/C (least favorite color) and had a plunging neckline, showcasing your breasts, as well as slits running up both your legs up to your hip bones. The dress certainly left little to the imagination, something he knew you weren’t the most comfortable in. He also knew that Qi-Fin happened to like that kind of look which made Obi-Wan’s blood boil.

“Y/N, go with your guard and show him around,” your husband directed you.

“Yes, Sir,” you nodded, taking a step forward. But before you could get to the first step, a hand yanked you back to your husband. He pulled you down so your lips connected with his roughly, the hand not holding you, reached down to your exposed leg. He then pushed you away roughly, giving Obi-Wan a smirk.

Obi-Wan practically growled at the display but was quickly put at ease as you all but ran to him.

You purposely made sure you didn’t stand too close to the love of your life so as to try not to tip off the King. “This way,” you muttered quietly as you walked out of the throne room, arms hugging yourself.

Observing you, Obi-Wan was concerned. What had happened to that happy woman who was full of life? What has Qi-Fin done to you in the two years he spent with you?

You led him through the castle at a quick pace, never giving him an opening to say anything. You wanted to kiss him and tell him you love him but you knew of only one private place in the entire castle. When you finally reached your and Qi-Fin’s quarters you finally let Obi-Wan walk by your side properly. The entire west wing of the third floor was dedicated to the royal couple and was the only area without cameras, the only hindrance was the guards standing throughout the rooms and just outside your bedroom.

You approached your bedroom, Qi-Fin and you had separate bedrooms although you were often forced to spend painful nights in his bed. But the guard stopped your protector. “I’m sorry but I cannot allow any men aside from the King to be in the Queen’s room,” he informed.

“Daccish,” you referred to the guard by his first name, “he’s my personal Jedi guard, I trust him with my life.”

“I’m sorry Your Majesty but King Neotoria will have my head if he knows I let this man into your bedroom.”

You sighed when Obi-Wan finally spoke. “You want to let me into the Queen’s bed chambers,” Obi-Wan said, moving his hand.

Daccish’s face went slack. “I want to let you into the Queen’s bed chambers,” he said in a monotone voice.

“You want to leave your post,” Obi-Wan continued.

“I want to leave my post,” he repeated before walking away. Your paramour gave you a sly smile as you opened the double doors. You walked in, Obi-Wan stepping in quickly behind you. The second the doors closed, his lips were on yours, hands cradling your face. It was sweet and full of passion, you both had missed each other for so long and it had been killing Obi-Wan to know someone else was with you.

When you both pulled away for air he finally spoke. “What the hell has Qi-Fin done to you?” he asked, taking in your appearance more closely now. He could see the dark bags under your eyes and your once healthy, rich hair was now dull and flat.

“Nothing in particular, I just don’t particularly like him,” you brushed off. Obi-Wan gave you a look, forcing you to continue. You sighed, “He controls every aspect of my life,” you admitted. “What I wear, what I eat, who I even look at.”

He pulled you into his chest, arms cradling you as you broke down into sobs. His heart hurt seeing you like this, he knew he’d be a million times better for you but there wasn’t much he could do. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you from him,” he whispered.

After your sobs quieted down, you lent up and kissed him passionately, leading him to your bed. “Are you sure you want to do this?” Obi-Wan asked.

“Yes,” you breathed, “I’ve had nothing but pain when I spend almost every night with Qi-Fin, I need you.” That was enough for Obi-Wan as he began sliding his hand up your exposed leg.

-

Afterward, you promptly fell asleep in your lover’s arms. You had finally experienced pleasure after two years of enduring painful thrusts from your husband.

After you had been asleep on his chest for an hour or so, Obi-Wan found the will to get out of your bed. After he got dressed, he stood at the side of the room, admiring how the soft light made your skin glow and your face was finally peaceful. He slipped out of the room, standing just outside the door.

Not long after, King Neotoria XVII approached. “Your Majesty,” Obi-Wan bowed respectfully, “Queen Y/N Neotoria is asleep, she told me she was exhausted.” He noticed a look of pride cross King’s face and Obi-Wan quickly peeked into his mind. He saw what he could only assume was last night, you were lying underneath Qi-Fin, face twisted in pain as he thrust into you. A slightly deeper dive into the King’s mind revealed that he actually thought he was pleasuring you. Again, Obi-Wan would have strangled him if it weren’t for his carefully trained patience and the knowledge that he had just given you your first orgasm in two years.

“Well if you don’t mind, I’m going to go see my wife and be warned, it might get a little loud,” the King snickered like some overconfident teenage boy.

Obi-Wan could only nod obediently as King sauntered in. Inside your room, he could sense everything, your disappointment at seeing Qi-Fin, Qi-Fin’s lust at seeing your naked body, your disgust as he began touching you. Your whimpers of pain brought him back to your wedding night as he was forced to stand just outside your room exactly like this.

After about ten minutes, Qi-Fin walked out again, giving Obi-Wan a smug look. Not being able to hold it in any longer, Obi-Wan spoke up. “You should really be more considerate towards Y/N,” the Jedi called after the King who abruptly turned back around. “She’s not happy, she looks sick all the time, and not to mention, you’re the reason she needs a Jedi guard.”

Qi-Fin took a step towards Obi-Wan, “I am Y/N’s husband, she is not your wife. I am perfectly capable of taking care of her!”

Just as Obi-Wan was about to rebuttal, he sensed that you were no longer alone in your room. He whirled around, opening the door to see a masked figure standing over you, hand clamped over your mouth as he injected something into your throat. “No!” Obi-Wan audibly yelled as he tackled the man off of you. He wanted to slice the man to bits with his lightsaber but it was against the Jedi way and he needed to know what the impostor had injected you with. “What the hell did you inject her with?” he demanded.

The impostor just laughed and by now Q-Fin was by your side. You couldn’t move anything but your eyes as you laid there, wrapped in sheets as you watched Obi-Wan turn on his saber and place it against the man’s throat. “I ask one more time, what did you inject her with?” he spat again at the masked man.

Seeing the blue glow of the weapon he had no chance of fighting and the fact that he couldn’t lie to the Jedi on top of him, the impostor relented. “It’s a paralyzer, I was supposed to bring her to Khaxors,” he choked out.

Obi-Wan turned his attention to Qi-Fin. “Who is Khaxors?”

Qi-Fin thought for a moment before a look of dread crossed over his face. “I borrowed money from him and I have yet to pay him back,” he admitted. He then turned to your paralyzed body laying next to him. “I’m so sorry I did this to you,” he cried as he stroked your hair.

Obi-Wan was angry. He was angry at the man beneath him for trying to kidnap his love, at whoever Khaxors was for wanting to harm you, and especially at Qi-Fin for putting you in this mess and having the audacity to act like he cared about you. But most of all, he was angry at himself for getting distracted and having a petty argument with your husband and not paying attention to you like he should have. “Why did you have to borrow money? Neotoria isn’t poor.”

As he asked Qi-Fin about the money, some other guards came in and took the impostor away, leaving Obi-Wan free to walk over to the side of the bed opposite of your husband. “That is none of your concern. I don’t have to answer to a Jedi,” he replied snootily.

Obi-Wan sighed and turned down to look at you. “Are you okay?” he asked, greatly concerned for you.

“Y-yes,” you struggled to say. The drug had paralyzed you from the neck down but it was still difficult to speak. As Obi-Wan reached out to stroke your hair, Qi-Fin slapped it away.

“No, you will not touch my wife, especially when she is in such a vulnerable, inappropriate situation,” he spat.

Obi-Wan dropped his hand but before he could say anything, a doctor burst in. “I heard the Queen had been drugged,” he panted.

“Yes, the attacker told us it was a paralysis drug but I think it would be wise if you checked her out,” Obi-Wan stepped away from your side. Qi-Fin didn’t move making Obi-Wan turn back to him. “You should let the doctor do his job, for the sake of your wife.”

Qi-Fin obliged, stepping away from you and approaching the door with Obi-Wan. The second the doors closed and you could no longer hear them, he turned to the Jedi master. “I don’t care how many times you save or protect her, you will never have Y/N.” Obi-Wan didn’t say anything as the King strutted down the hall.

-

After an hour of waiting, the doctor finally left the room. “The drug isn’t very potent and they didn’t manage to give her the correct dosage so she’s already beginning to regain mobility. She should be fine by morning.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Obi-Wan said before going into your room. You were still laying there wrapped in sheets when your Jedi walked in. “I’m so sorry,” he kissed your forehead and leaned over you. “If I had been paying attention none of this would have happened.”

He placed his hand in yours and you were able to curl your fingers around his. “It’s not your fault,” you managed to get out. “Please just stay with me.”

“Of course my love,” he brought your hand to his lips. He sat in a chair near your bed with his fingers intertwined in yours and you both sat in comfortable silence until you broke it.

“I want to be with you. I want to escape Neotoria and be with you,” you admitted.

“I would love that Y/N, I really would but I can’t take you away from a life of comfort and stability,” he reasoned.

“Obi-Wan, I can handle myself. I know I’d likely have to work but I want freedom to make my own decisions. Need I remind you of the time my father sent me to a farm and I spent three months in literal shit,” you said through a laugh. “I want to love you and not have to be married to someone else. I know we could never be together publicly but I’d rather not be married to someone else.”

Obi-Wan smiled, you wanted to be with him despite the fact that you couldn’t have an ideal relationship and despite the fact that you would no longer have millions in credits at your disposal. “Okay, we’ll run away together. I need time to come up with a plan but I promise you that I’ll never leave your side again,” he said standing up again. He leaned down, kissing you deeply. “I love you so much,” he whispered.

“I love you too,” you mumbled against his lips, still lying helplessly in bed.

~~

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Pilot KR

A/N Happy Genocide day, where we celebrate the fact that the American education system lied to us about Columbus and what every other colonizer did to the Natives

Here’s a short “Thanksgiving” imagine. (It has nothing to do with the holiday, I just wanted to post something today)

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Kylo stared down at you, rubbing circles on your upper back as you laid on his chest. He liked to savor these moments when he knew you were safe. You’re a pilot for the First Order, your abilities rivaling Poe Dameron himself. Although Kylo sometimes entered the battle in his TIE fighter, he was constantly worried for you since you were a squadron leader. The quiet was broken by your com beeping which woke you up. Kylo found it hilarious that an entire army could storm past you and you wouldn’t wake up but the second your communicator went off, you snapped awake. 

Your bleary eyes opened as you reached for it, Kylo already holding it, handed it to you. “This is squadron leader L/N reporting,” you answered. 

“Rebel fighters have been spotted, your team is already in their ships,” a voice informed you. 

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” you said, already rolling out of bed. Before you could stand up, Kylo grabbed your arm. He pulled you down to meet his lips. 

“Please don’t go,” he said, pulling away slightly. “I’ll pardon you.” 

You pulled your arm out of his grip. “We’ve had this conversation a million times,” you told him lightly, “I won’t stop flying until I’m dead.” 

“But that’s the thing,” Kylo was standing up now, “you are very likely to end up dead as a pilot. You and I both know we lose dozens of pilots a month.”

You were beginning to get frustrated. Your work had always been a topic of unease. Kylo strongly objected to you being a pilot. He was always so afraid of you getting hit and lost to a fire and or the depths of space. “Kylo, how is it any different from when you go out? You have no idea how stressed out I get when you go but I don’t tell you not to fly. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”

As you tried to walk to the door, he froze you. “You’re not going,” Kylo ordered. He had never been this controlling towards you, but today he just needed you to stay with him. 

“Kylo, if you care about me or this relationship at all, you will release me and let me do my job,” you growled out through your teeth. 

Seeing the angry look in your eye, he released you from his hold. His heart cracked at the angry and betrayed look on your face as you walked out. When you finally did leave, Kylo fell back on his bed, hands rubbing up and down his face. He couldn’t believe what he just did to you. And the last look you might ever give him was one that broke his heart. 

-

After you and all the other pilots managed to drive all the other X-Wings away, you landed in the hangar, jumping out of the cockpit. While you had won, you lost ¾ of your squadron. You knew the First Order would just replace them like nothing happened which was something you hated about the organization you worked for. Not to mention the fight you had with Kylo. It had been on your mind the entire time, and your thoughts were still consumed with it. 

You handed your helmet off to a mechanic before dejectedly walking to your apartment. You rarely came here, most of the time staying in Kylo’s quarters. When you turned the lights on, you were shocked to see Kylo. “What the hell are you doing here?” you asked in shock, heart still pounding from the initial surprise. 

“I wanted to apologize, I’m sorry for freezing you and keeping you from doing your job,” he said sincerely. 

You were slightly taken aback but you shook it off and walked over, hugging him. “Thank you.” 

“I just love you so much and I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt,” he said painfully. You just squeezed him tighter, trying to reassure him that you’re there and you’re okay. 

~~

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Illness AS

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As you skimmed through books you started to feel weird. You ignored it until it manifested into a cough. It was shockingly painful, almost as if someone scraped sandpaper through your throat. You looked at your sleeve, it was speckled with blood, as well as the table in front of you. You coughed again, this time spitting up more blood in your hand. Sensing distress, Master Jocasta walked over. “Y/N, is everything alright?” 

“Don’t come any closer,” you warned in a raspy voice. “Get a medical droid.” Noticing the blood, she ran off. You sat there in the archives, head pounding. When the droid came, he took your arm, trying to help you up. As you struggled to get up, you lurched forwards, blood spewing from your mouth as you vomited. Once the blood had left your mouth, you fell unconscious, too exhausted to get back up. 

-

Anakin was training with Obi-Wan when he felt you go unconscious. In his moment of distraction, his master managed to unarm Anakin. Seeing Anakin freeze, Obi-Wan stopped. “What happened, my young apprentice? Remember, focus is key for a Jedi, especially in battle,” he began lecturing. 

“It’s Y/N, something isn’t right,” Anakin explained. Obi-Wan sighed, that strong of a bond wasn’t formed between friends. He knew how Anakin felt for Y/N and that she’d be a danger for him. 

“Anakin, you know Jedi aren’t supposed to form attachments.”

“I know, but something is seriously wrong. I’m sorry but I must find her, Master,” Anakin said, already rushing out the door. He followed your presence in the force to the medical wing, getting more and more worried the further he went. Bursting through the doors, he saw you in an isolation unit. You laid unconscious, wearing only a basic shirt and pants. Droids surrounded you as an oxygen mask was placed over your face, helping you breathe. 

As he tried to step closer, more droids intercepted him. “Let me through, I have to see her,” he protested. 

“Anakin!” a loud, deep voice cut through the room. “Stop fighting,” Master Windu spoke from his own isolation chamber next to yours. “Her body needs time to heal.”

“What happened to her?” Anakin stepped closer to Windu’s chamber. 

“We went on a mission to Brourn, there was an outbreak of Gebala. Y/N picked it up and I was exposed to it,” Master Windu explained. 

“Will everyone get it?” Anakin interrogated. While you were the only person he’s really close to in the Jedi Order, he’d be upset if his master got it from him since he would have gotten it from you. 

“No, it doesn’t become contagious until the person starts exhibiting systems. And coughing blood is the earliest symptom.” 

Nodding, Anakin walked back over to your chamber. You laid there, pale and sweaty underneath the fluorescent lights. He noticed a bag of flood hooked up to your arm, as well as a normal IV bag on the other arm. There was also a small puddle of blood on and next to the floor on either side of the table. “What’s going on with her, there are puddles of blood around her,” Anakin began to freak out. 

“She has continued to vomit blood whilst asleep,” a droid from with the chamber told him. At that moment, you began to choke and the droids rushed over. One took the mask off of your face, while the other rolled you on your side so you wouldn’t suffocate. Once you finished, they began wiping the blood off of your face and the mask, returning to their previous positions on the side. 

“What else is going to happen?” Anakin asked nervously. 

“Well, she already has a fever but assuming she doesn’t succumb to it, once it breaks she will begin getting better. She will be extremely fatigued for about a month after the illness but she seems to be fighting it well,” the droid said a bit too optimistically for Anakin’s taste. Thanking the droid, he used the force to pull a chair close. Taking a seat, he decided to wait for you. 

-

He sat there for hours at a time, watching you vomit over and over again. The only time he left was when someone forced him to eat, sleep, or shower in the three days you were asleep. When you did finally wake up, Anakin wasn’t there. In your hazy state, you had no idea what was or had been going on. “An- Anakin?” you mumbled, pulling the oxygen mask off your face. 

“Relax, Miss Y/N,” your body is exhausted, came the automated voice of a droid, as it placed the mask back on your face. 

“What happened? Where’s Anakin?” you asked. Your throat was so sore and your voice was so scratchy. 

“Master Obi-Wan has taken him to the cafeteria to eat. You contracted Gebala while on Brourn, but you’re out of the woods now,” the droid chirped happily. 

Just as you opened your mouth to speak, Master Windu interrupted. “Y/N, I must say I’m relieved to see you awake. You gave us quite the scare,” he said, separated from you by glass. “I’ve already sent a droid to fetch Anakin.” 

“Thank you,” you said just as Anakin burst in. 

“Y/N!” he shouted in relief. He was so glad to see you finally awake after so many days of uncertainty about whether you’d survive or not. He tried to open the door to your unit before Windu stopped him. You couldn’t hear what they were saying but Anakin got an angry look on his face before conceding. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you woke up, Master Obi-Wan insisted I eat,” he explained. He was essentially pleading for you to forgive him. 

“Anakin, it’s alright. I don’t expect you to be at my side 24/7,” glancing at Windu you quickly covered it up. “We are only friends after all.” 

“Right… friends,” Anakin responded. 

“When can I leave?” you turned to the droid. 

“Exactly 24 hours from now but you should know, you’ll feel fatigued and weak for a month afterward.” Nodding slightly, you tried to sit up, only for your arms to give out almost immediately. “You’ll need some help for the first week or so,” the droid explained. 

-

Anakin had been outside your chamber ever since yesterday, waiting eagerly for this moment. The second the droid opened the door, he sprinted to your side. He pulled you up, bringing your arm around his neck. He helped you stand but the minute your feet hit the ground, your knees gave out. You would have smacked into the floor if it weren’t for Anakin. “Are you sure you don’t want a transport?” he asked. 

“No,” you strangled out, “I need to do this.” Nodding, he helped you back up and began leading you out of the room. You made it out to where Master Windu was standing. “Master,” you nodded. 

But you were cut off by him gently placing his arms around you so he didn’t send you to the ground. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

You were shocked at such a display of affection. Windu lived and breathed the Jedi code, you never expected him to care so deeply about you. He pulled away before you could respond and Anakin continued to help you down the hallway. You finally reached your room where Anakin opened the door and helped you to the bed. Placing to hands on your face, he looked at you. “I’m so glad you’re okay,” he practically cried. You leaned down, kissing him deeply. 

“Please lay with me,” you requested as you pulled away. He nodded, taking off his robe before climbing next to you. You moved so your head was laying on his chest as he stroked your hair. You hummed quietly in content before falling asleep. 

Anakin smiled down at your peaceful, sleeping form. “I will always protect you,” he whispered. 

~~

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Getting Married KR

A/N I’m really trying to not make Hux the absolute worst here because I actually like him but I also need an antagonist so...

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Your red saber clashed into Kylo’s as you spared fiercely against your boyfriend. You kept your relationship a secret, not even telling Snoke who was and Kylo’s master. Kylo had found you and offered to make you his apprentice. He offered to train you to become a powerful Sith alongside him as well as a strong fighter. After a fierce match, you finally had your master vulnerable, his own saber pointed at him. You thought you had won until he used the Force to throw you to the ground. In shock, you let go of both sabers which Kylo threw to the side. Standing over you, your boyfriend gave you a smirk. You rolled your eyes, “I concede,” you said.

He gave a triumphant smile. He reached out a hand to you, pulling you up so you were only an inch apart. Moving your sweaty hair back behind your ear, he kissed you. A kiss you promptly returned until the both of you sensed the redheaded general approaching your training room. You didn’t mind Hux. Sure he antagonized Kylo and every conversation they had was a pissing match but Kylo was equally responsible. Stepping away, you picked up both sabers just as Hux walked through the door.

“L/N, Ren, Supreme Leader Snoke wants us to meet with him immediately,” he informed, holding a glare on Kylo. Thoughtlessly, you placed a hand on Kylo’s shoulder to calm him down. It worked, as Kylo visibly calmed down which didn’t escape Hux’s notice but he didn’t say anything.

Kylo grabbed his helmet and cape, you grabbed your mask and cape. You chose not to have a full helmet, instead opting for a fitted black mask that covered the lower half of your face and made your voice slightly deeper. You, Kylo, and Hux all walked towards Snoke’s chambers, Kylo occasionally brushing his hand against yours.

When you reached the dark quarters, you were greeted with the usual sight of Snoke’s projected image 10x it’s actual size. You had only ever met Snoke in person when Kylo first brought you back to Starkiller base and Snoke agreed that Kylo should train you. “Ah, my apprentices and General Hux, I must say I have some news for you.” You were all confused but let him continue. “Ren and Hux, since you two can’t seem to work together, I’ve arranged for there to be more… neutral territory. Ren, L/N as your apprentice makes you both close, correct?”

“Yes, Master,” Kylo answered, although you could tell he was confused and worried.

“As your apprentice, which you have trained for the past year and have spent so much time with, you care for her, correct?”

“Yes,” Kylo answered again.

“Hux, L/N and you work well together, don’t you?”

“Yes, Supreme Leader,” Hux answered you.

“Well, I believe Y/N is the neutral territory between you two,” Snoke said. You couldn’t help but notice he was ignoring you, not asking you your opinion. You could feel Kylo tense next to you, almost as if his heart was constricting. “And I’ve decided that Y/N will marry General Hux.”

Your world stopped, you felt pain in Kylo, and uncertainty in Hux. Everyone was in so much shock, you were the first and only to speak. “Yes, Supreme Leader.”

“Your wedding will take place in a month. All three of you are dismissed.” The three of you walked out obediently. Once you left the room you didn’t have time to say anything as Kylo grabbed your arm, quickly pulling you to his quarters. As soon as you got there and the door was closed, he pressed you against the wall. “You’re mine,” he growled out. Taking off his mask, you could see the anger and lust in his eyes. “You will never belong to Hux,” he growled, before removing your mask and kissing you passionately. The rest of the night was spent with Kylo telling you, you’re his.

-

The next morning, you had a hard time trying to get Kylo to let you leave his bed. “Ky, you and I both have work to do,” you reasoned, trying to get out of his hold.

“I know but I don’t want Hux to even look at you. And,” he pulled you to lay down from your sitting position you had struggled so hard for, “he can’t look at you if you’re here.”

You debated on whether or not to tell him the next part. “You realize we have a meeting with all generals today, right?”

That got Kylo angry, a few things in the room were force crushed. After a few moments of trying to calm him down, he finally let you go. You spent the first half of your day walking around Starkiller Base, checking up on random things. You had managed to avoid Hux until you went up to the bridge. He shouldn’t have been there at the time you went up but either he lost track of time or he was waiting for you.

When you walked in, Hux immediately made a beeline for you. It was too late for you to walk out of the room now. Instead of speaking in a loud, clear, General voice as he usually did, he spoke to you in a hushed whisper. “Can we talk in private?”

You nodded, following him to a conference room. “Look, I know the situation is less than ideal. I have things that need to be sorted out and I’m sure you have things that need to be arranged too,” you started.

“Don’t worry Y/N, I’m perfectly ready for this marriage,” he gave you a slight smirk. You gave him a confused look, urging him on. “Well, to be perfectly frank, I’ve seen how close you and Ren are and I’m ready to show him his apprentice is no longer just his.” You scoffed at his juvenile reasoning. “Please don’t see me as a bad guy, you and I are friends!”

“What is wrong with you?” you exclaimed. “Kylo and I’s lives are being turned upside down. Yours is too, and you’re celebrating because you scored a cheap point against him?” He began stuttering, trying to find a reason to justify it. You could only scoff before you walked out.

At lunch time you met up with Kylo. “I talked to Hux, he’s excited about our marriage.”

“What?” Kylo turned to you. Even though you couldn’t see his face, you knew he was mad.

“He’s using this to score a cheap point against you.”

Kylo’s hand clenched and you worried he’d destroy something. Considering the fact that you were in an elevator and there was nothing in there except for vital machines and mechanisms, you were nervous. “I’ll kill him.”

“Kyl-”

“No! Don’t try to calm me down or say ‘it is what it is,’ he’s stealing the woman I love to win some sort of cheap, stupid game,” he seethed. Before you could say anything, the elevator opened up to reveal a conference room full of generals and other high ranking officers. You and Kylo walked in. Him standing at the head of the table and you taking a seat to the right of him.

The meeting proceeded, boring as ever until the end when Hux stood up. “I’m sure Ren ‘forgot’ to tell you so I will. Ren’s apprentice, Y/N L/N, will be marrying me by order of Supreme Leader Snoke. He requests that Ren and I work better together and has selected Y/N as the perfect middle ground for us. After all, the bond of husband and wife, as well as Master and Apprentice are strong ones. We will be married at the end of the week.”

“Snoke said end of the month,” Kylo practically spat.

“I talked to him before this meeting. Given the fact that we will be facing the rebels soon and that the animosity between us has yet to get better, I suggested we move the date up.”

The room was filled with congratulations which you took blankly. Inside you were crumbling at just how real this all of a sudden became.

The rest of week was spent by you and Kylo desperately trying to figure out what to do. You ended up deciding that you would stay together in secret. You had been hiding for the better part of a year now and your training sessions were the time you most spent together. The most difficult part is that neither of you would ever get the chance to share a bed with the other. Kylo would be alone and you’d be forced to share a bed with Hux.

Now, 15 minutes before your wedding you were wearing a simple, white dress. Kylo stepped into your room. “Wow,” you heard him whisper. You sadly pulled him into a tight hug, your face pressed into your shoulder. “I always imagined you in a dress like this. I had just assumed you would be wearing it for me.”

You wanted to laugh or even smile but you couldn’t instead you went with. “You don’t have to be there. I’m sure this can’t be easy.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be there. When you look at Hux, just remember all the time we’ll spend in the training room together,” he said cheekily.

“You’re being surprisingly optimistic,” you said, your spirits lifted slightly.

“I’m trying,” he said. You both were still holding eachother. Your arms wrapped around his chest and back while his held your waist.

Suddenly you were interrupted by a droid telling you they were ready. You took a deep breath, walking out to the aise. The ceremony went by, it was nothing special. You could barely look at your new husband, instead glancing back at Kylo. At the reception, you spent as little time with Armitage as possible, instead opting to sit alone and usher your husband to talk with other officers. And your wedding night, god, you never thought you could hate sex so much.

The next morning, you had never been so excited for training. As you got up to leave Hux woke up. “Where are you going?”

“To training,” you explained, not even looking at him.

“I told Ren you wouldn’t be training for the next week. Come back to bed.” Seeing no way out that he couldn’t refute, you reluctantly let go of the doorknob and laid back down.

-

Kylo was also laying in bed, contemplating your marriage. He hated the idea of you being touched by someone else, most of all Hux. He couldn’t wait for this week to end and you’d be back to training.

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Part 1

Warning: Slightly vulgar language

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Y/N POV

You walked back into your hut after a long, exhausting day. Tampidor was similar to Tatooine, in that if you didn’t want to be found, you came here. Shady things happened here and you had hoped you would never come back when you first left at the age of 16. But desperate times called for desperate measures. You had spent the last two years jumping from planet to planet to avoid your soulmate until you finally settled back here on your home planet. You figured it was safe considering he likely would have tried to figure out your native planet and go there first.

Taking off your belt and unwrapping the cloth from your body, you were left in your tanktop and pants. (Picture Rey’s outfit) Throwing your meager earnings into a drawer of your dresser, you flopped onto your cot. You had intended to only rest but you ended up falling asleep.

When you did wake up it was dark out. With a groan of frustration, you realized it was 3 am. Then you felt it, the pull of your soulmate. Spinning around and sitting up you were greeted by the sight of a handsome, bearded Jedi standing in the doorway of your hut. You grabbed the dagger next to you, glancing around, desperate for a way out of this situation but you knew it was hopeless. Even if he weren’t blocking the only exit, he was a Jedi, he could easily freeze you in your tracks. “If you’re here to kill me, just do it,” you spat, still pointing the dagger at him.

Looking concerned he reached his hands out in a sign of peace. “Believe me, you’re my soulmate. I would never hurt you. I know you think we’ll kill you but we don’t. Jedi soulmates are more so celebrated than anything,” he tried to explain to you. You could see the desperate pleading in his eyes.

“So what if you don’t kill me. You’ll just lock me up so I’m not a distraction for you.”

He took a step closer to you. “Yes, Jedi mates are asked to stay in the temple, you will still have freedom. Please, Y/N, believe me, I need you.”

Your heart cracked slightly at the sadness of his voice. Your gut instinct was to hug and comfort him but you pushed it down. Lowering the dagger a little, you spoke again. “How do you know my name? I don’t even know yours.”

“Your friend from the bar told me. I’m Obi-Wan Kenobi.” You let the hand holding the dagger fall to your side.

Standing up, you extended a hand to him. He took it gratefully and you felt a slight spark when your fingertips first brushed together. “Well, to be honest, I don’t know how to act in this situation. This is my first time meeting my soulmate,” you joked, trying to lighten the mood.

Fortunately, he laughed too. Then he got a serious look on his face. “I’m sorry, this is going to be a lot to ask of you but I have to. Will you come back to Coruscant with me? I must be getting back to the temple soon but I won’t leave without you.”

You took a moment, considering everything. If you went, you could be falling right into a trap but simply touching your soulmate made the bond even stronger. You’d be longing for Obi-Wan every day if you didn’t go with him.

Before you could even come to a decision, he spoke again. “You don’t have to decide now. I’ll be here for at least another day on more official Jedi business.”

You nodded in thanks and just as he was about to leave, you called after him. “Wait! Do you have a place to sleep?”

“No, not officially, I’m sure there’s a form of lodging in town.”

“Oh, don’t go into town. If no one breaks into your room and steals your things, you will certainly be sleeping on unwashed sheets. You can stay here, I know it’s less than ideal but we are soulmates after all,” you offered, trying to seem confident and not at all like a nervous teenager.

He gave you a smile and stepped closer to you. “Thank you, but you should know that if given time to spend with you, it’s always an ideal situation.”

You blushed deeply, trying to cover it up by turning around to face your bed. You turned to face him as he also approached, laying down on his side. You laid down next to him, initially intending to not touch him but the bond urged you to move closer.

Seeing your move closer to him, he took it as a sign that you were comfortable enough for him to pull you closer. Placing an arm around you, he pulled you into his side. You were surprised at this, but you felt like it was right so you placed your head on his chest, cuddling into his side. You could sense the warmth and happiness that flooded through him, and you suspected he could feel the same from you.

You woke up early to the sun rising, just as you woke up every day. Ordinarily you would have groaned about how little sleep you got last night but truthfully, it was the best sleep you had ever had. “Good morning,” you heard a low voice say in a loving tone.

“Good morning,” you retuned. Pushing up, off of him you sat up. Behind you, Obi-Wan took the time to admire you. Your hair falling gently and the sun silhouetting you. Standing up, you began wrapping your body in the cloth and then bound it with your belt. You turned back to your soulmate who was staring at you, seemingly in awe. “So, what’s your Jedi business? If you’re here to correct the planet then you’ll be here for far longer than a day.”

“Two… merchants, I’ll call them, have been starting battles between themselves which may turn this planet to war,” he explained. “So, I’m here to try to settle it.”

You scoffed, you knew exactly who he was talking about. “Good luck with that. Neonters and Ha will never agree on anything.”

“Well I’ve already spoken to Ha, he says he’s willing to meet. I hope Neonters also agrees and if not, I’m sure I can Jedi mind trick them,” he smiled.

You laughed slightly, leaning down to the still in bed Obi-Wan, you kissed him. “C’mon, I work for Neonters, I’m sure I can get you a meeting.” Still shocked by your kiss, Obi-Wan could only nod. He stood up, following you out of your hut.

“I have to ask, what do you do for Neonters?” you could tell he was worried. Women weren’t treated the best here and considering your job on Coruscant anyone would expect you to have a far worse job.

“I’m essentially his personal assistant. I do his errands and keep track of his schedule. Don’t worry, I havent been asked to take my clothes off,” you laughed. You saw the slight relief on his face but he was still uncomfortable so you took his hand, intertwining your fingers together. On the way to Neonters, you stopped at the fruit stand you always stopped at. The shopkeeper knew you, he knew Neonters paid his tab every month so he just set the bag in front of you, turning to his other customers.

You noticed Obi-Wan’s quizical look. “His breakfast,” you explained. He nodded and you continued to your boss’ “base.”

You walked in to see Neonters waiting for you. “Y/N!” he exclaimed. “Always the highlight of my day when I get to see you,” he said in his gravely voice. You could sense Obi-Wan tense behind you.

You placed the bag in front of him. “This is Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi. He has been sent here to hopefully settle the recent conflicts between you and Ha.” You stepped aside, allowing Obi-Wan to speak directly to him. To be honest, you couldn’t really focus on anything being said, you were too mesmerized. You only managed to snap back into consciousness when Neonters agreed to meet Ha.

-

After all the agreements were settled, Obi-Wan approached you with an exhausted look. “I have acted as a moderator many times before but I have never experienced anything like that.”

You laughed, hugging him. As he squeezed you tightly, you spoke. “I’ll go with you,” you mumbled against his chest.

“Really?” he pulled away so he could look at you. When you nodded he picked you up, making you laugh. When he placed you down again, he kissed you deeply, which you eagerly returned.

-

As you landed at the Jedi temple on Coruscant, you began to feel nervous. The thought began to creep back into your mind that they were going to execute or imprison you. Obi-Wan noticed your nervousness. He placed a hand on your thigh, trying to calm you. “Relax, the council just wants to meet you.” You nodded in acknowledgement, still uneasy.

When you landed, you walked as closely to your soulmate as possible. Several others greeted Obi-Wan, congratulating him on finding you. They tried to be kind and talk to you, but you were so distracted looking around you could only give one word answers. Once you reached the council chambers door, you had managed to steel yourself. Taking a step back from the comfort of your soulmate, you stood up straight.

Obi-Wan gave you a reassuring look before the council chambers opened. Despite all your efforts to look calm, you walked nervously. You weren’t force sensitive but even you could feel the sheer power radiating from the most powerful Jedi sitting in the room. “Y/N L/N,” one of the Masters spoke, “we are pleased to invite you to the Jedi Temple of Coruscant. It’s always a pleasure to meet a soulmate, especially one to one of our council members.”

Looking around, you finally noticed one of the seats was empty. It must belong to Obi-Wan. “Soulmate safety is one of our top priorities,” Obi-Wan said, taking his seat and leaving you alone. “So it is requested that you stay here, in the Temple, or have a Jedi with you when you leave.” You nodded, you knew there was no point in fighting it.

“Ideal, it is not,” an old, green, almost elf like Jedi said. “But for you and Master Obi-Wan’s safety, necessary, it is.” You once again nodded in agreement. After a few more things were discussed you and Obi-Wan were allowed to leave.

He led you to his quarters. “This is where we will be staying,” he told you.

“This is much nicer than a dirt hut in the middle of nowhere,” you joked.

Still sensing your unease, he wrapped his arms around you. “You’ll be safe here,” he whispered lovingly. “You won’t have to run anymore or take less than ideal jobs.” You wrapped your arms around him in return.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too,” he said against your forehead, kissing it.

~~

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Soulmates O-WK

A/N Soulmate AU in which Jedi can only have attachments if they have soulmates

Warning: Slightly vulgar language

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You walked into the club you worked at, already counting the seconds until your shift was over. Most nights you worked as a bartender but tonight you worked as a waitress since you needed an extra shift and that’s all the manager could give you. Walking through the crowded room, you were stared at but you kept going. You hated waitressing, people always took your job as a reason that they should be able to touch you.

You walked into the staff room and took off your jacket, revealing your uniform, a tight, low-cut blouse. You also traded your comfortable boots for black stilettos all female waitresses were forced to wear. As you walked out, you felt a strange pull towards the entrance of the club but you ignored it. You approached the bar, seeing your favorite coworker. “Hey, Y/N!” Va’Jar greeted you. Noticing your attire he gave you a sympathetic look. “Waitressing tonight?”

“Yup,” you sighed, “let’s hope I don’t break an ankle.”

He chuckled, “Can you bring these to table five?” he asked, pointing at what looked like a bachelorette party. You nodded, grabbing the tray full of martinis and cosmos. “Oh, and Y/N?” he called, making you turn back to him. “There seems to be a Jedi here, Chalvak at the end of the bar just served one with a beard.”

“Oh, thank you, Va’Jar,” you said quietly. Your soulmark was a Jedi symbol, so naturally, you assumed your soulmate was either a Jedi or obsessed with them. Everyone knew Jedi weren’t supposed to have any attachments and usually the unlucky people who had Jedi as soulmates went missing. No one knew what happened to them but you, and everyone else, assumed they were killed or imprisoned so their mates weren’t distracted.

Walking through the crowded room, a woman covered in weird clothing passed you, later followed by a Jedi with short hair except for a braid behind his ear and a short ponytail at the back of his head. As he passed you held your breath. He didn’t seem to notice you or be particularly drawn to you so you sighed in relief.

You walked back to the bar with your now empty tray. Suddenly you saw the wave of a blue lightsaber out of the corner of your eye. Dropping your tray in surprise, it clattered, drawing the bearded Jedi’s attention to you. Your heart stopped, he’s your soulmate. Your soulmate passed the woman from earlier to the other Jedi. He approached you, where you stood frozen in fear. “Please don’t leave,” he begged, “I must deal with this prisoner but I’ll be back as soon as possible.”

You nodded, which seemed to be confirmation enough for him to walk back over to his friend. Once they left, you quickly headed to the back, grabbing your coat and heading towards the back exit. As you tried to leave Va’Jar stepped in front of the door. “Y/N, what are you doing? This is your soulmate, you’re just going to walk away from him?”

“Well, what else can I do? Think about it, every known mate of a Jedi disappears and Jedi aren’t supposed to have attachments. They’re going to kill me or ship me off to a different planet far away,” you reasoned. Seeing your point, Va’Jar stepped out of the way. “Thank you,” you said, walking towards the door he once blocked. Before you stepped out, you turned back and hugged him.

“I’ll miss you,” he said. “Good luck avoiding your soulmate.”

You gave a slight, sad laugh at the hopeless irony of it all. “I’ll miss you too.”

-

Obi-Wan’s POV

Walking back into the club, I couldn’t feel my soulmate’s presence anymore. I scanned the room for a girl with H/C hair but I couldn’t find her. I assumed she worked here, considering she had been holding a tray and was wearing the same skimpy outfit as about a dozen other girls here.

Walking over to the end of the bar where most of the other waitresses seemed to be flocking to, I saw a humanoid man but with snake like skin. “Excuse me, there was a waitress here with H/C hair and E/C eyes, do you know where she is?”

Continuing to shake and mix drinks he answered, “Look, if you’re looking to screw her, she’s not a prostitute.”

“Oh, believe me, that’s not my intention. Can you at least tell me her name?” I didn’t know what to say. If Jedi found their soulmates, they weren’t supposed to tell other, non-Jedi. For the sake of their soulmate’s safety and to make sure they weren’t exploited. “I believe she’s my soulmate,” I broke the rule.

“I still can’t tell you where or who she is.”

Sighing, I decided to use the force. “You will tell me who that girl was.”

A blank look crossed over his face. “Her name is Y/N,” he said in an empty tone.

“Where did she go?” I continued to manipulate his mind.

“I don’t know, she left through the back exit, saying she was escaping.”

“Why,” I continued to press forward.

“She fears Jedis kill their mates.”

Cursing, I let go of the hold I had on his mind, running towards the back exit. I threw open the door, but I had no clue where she went. There was no way for me to track her. The best I could do was search everywhere. My heart felt like it was breaking. My own soulmate didn’t want me. I rolled up my sleeve, looking sadly at the system of stars. I found the coordinates by matching the map on my forearm to the archives of the Jedi Temple. I had pinpointed the location as Tampidor, which I assumed was her native planet. I had visited once, trying to find her but I ultimately failed. With no other options, I decided to return there to begin my search for her.

Making my way to the Senate Building where Senator Amidala was staying, I pulled out my communicator and requested a meeting with the council. By the time I got back to Padmé’s quarters, the council was ready to meet. Using R2-D2, the council was projected in front of me. “Obi-Wan, this meeting you called, why? Much anguish I sense in you,” Yoda spoke.

“I believe I have found my soulmate,” I reported. When a Jedi found their soulmate, they had to be reported to the council. “However, she fled, and I’m requesting time off to search for her.”

“We can’t allow that,” Master Windu spoke up, “you are needed by Anakin and the Republic. Besides, she ran away for a reason. Why would you want someone who doesn’t love you?”

“I believe she is afraid. She thinks we will kill her for being my soulmate,” I reasoned.

“Most unfortunate, that is,” Yoda sympathized. “Search for her, you cannot. On Courscant, needed, you are.”

“Yes, Master Yoda,” I said in disappointment. I turned off the hologram, turning to the window in disappointment. Looking out into the galaxy, I couldn’t help but wonder where exactly she was. My mind went back to her, her H/L, H/C hair I wanted to run my fingers through. Those E/C eyes I could stare into forever. And the thing I wanted most was her lips, oh makers how I wanted to kiss those lips.

-

I stood in the center of the Jedi chambers, listening to Yoda tell me of my next assignment. “Disturbances, there have been, on a planet in the outer rim. Go there, you will, and resolve such conflicts. Where you will go to is, Tampidor.”

My head snapped up, Tampidor. It had been two years since my mate slipped through my fingers, I was determined to make sure it didn’t happen again. “I cannot thank you enough for this opportunity, Masters,” I bowed graciously.

“Needed are not, thanks. Best suited, you are, for this task,” Yoda said graciously with a smile. As much as having a soulmate was seen as an interruption, whenever a soulmate was found was a celebration. Despite the fact that we all knew having attachments could be a Jedi’s downfall, we all sometimes felt the loneliness. So those without soulmates were typically happy for those with them since they knew they’d always feel that slight ache of loneliness and were glad to see their friends happy.

I nodded again, walking out of the council chambers in excitement. I swiftly began packing what I need, eagerly making my way to a ship. Passing one of the pilots, he stopped me. “I heard you’re going to Tampidor, good luck.”

“Thank you,” I beamed, continuing to my ship.

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Part 2 

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Betrayal KR

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Kylo’s POV

‘He tried to kill me,’ was all I could think as I made my way through the temple. I gave each member of my class a choice, either join me or die. Most of them chose to die, picking up their sabers to attack me. The few that had chosen to follow were going through the temple, taking what they thought valuable and killing anyone who opposed them. 

I heard Y/N scream. Turning the corner, I saw one of my followers holding his lightsaber, preparing to kill her. “No!” I yelled, using the force to freeze him. 

She turned to me, tear streaks down her soot covered face. “Ben, why are you doing this?” she cried. 

“Join me,” I said, extending a hand to her. “I love you and together we will be the most powerful Jedis to live.”

“You betrayed me, you betrayed us,” she gestured to the bodies laying around her. “And I will never bow to the dark side,” she spat coldly at me. A follower next to me stepped forward, ready to kill her but I held up my hand, stopping him. 

“No, let her live,” I ordered. Y/N looked shocked at my actions and I knew everyone else was as well. I then used the force to knock her out and she slumped onto the ground, eyes closed. “That’s everyone,” I spun around to leave the temple, “let’s move out.” 

-

I was brought out of the memories of my past when the door to Supreme Leader Snoke’s chambers opened. I walked in, kneeling down as soon as I got close enough to the stand where he projects his image. “Sir, we are approaching Jakku. We will have the map to Skywalker soon.” 

“Excellent. You have done well, my young apprentice,” he praised. 

“Thank you, Supreme Leader.” 

“You should be made aware, the one your heart so desperately desires is here.” My head snapped up, ‘Y/N.’ “Yes, the one you loved from your past, Y/N.”

I felt my heart leap into my throat. After all these years I’d get to see Y/N again. She had joined the resistance, my mother taking her in after I left the Jedi Order. “Sir, she will not disrupt my mission nor my destiny,” I reassured. 

“I know she won’t because I’m giving you permission to bring her aboard. You can have her.” 

“Thank you, Supreme leader,” I thanked once again. My heart was racing in excitement. I knew as a sith I shouldn’t be letting someone have this much of an effect on me but I couldn’t help it. The Jedi believed in having no attachments, so it’s only rational to have a companion. 

Before we landed and the stormtroopers were deployed I addressed, them. “Do not kill any woman unless ordered to do so,” I ordered, looking over each of them. I could feel everyone’s confusion but no one dared to speak up so I just left. 

After they were deployed, I waited for Captain Phasma to tell me when they had rounded everyone up. “Commander Ren, we’re ready,” Phasma informed me. Walking down the ramp I was greeted with the sight of Stormtroopers surrounding the villagers, Lor San Tekka standing in front of all of them. Instead of giving me the map, he spoke about my past and of the dark side. In anger, I ignited my saber and killed him. At that moment, I sensed two presences. As one fired a blaster, I stopped it. Turning, I saw a resistance pilot, and my heart stopped when I saw the woman standing next to him, holding a blue saber. Four troopers ran over, grabbing the two rebels. Y/N fought them particularly well but ultimately succumbed when I froze her again with the force. 

Bringing them in front of me, they were forced to their knees, Y/N refused to even look at me. I crouched down, focusing my attention on the man. “So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” he asked. I felt my temper flare slightly when I saw Y/N give a slight smile. 

I could sense in his mind that Tekka had given them the map. “Search them,” I ordered. Two troopers approached Y/N. “No, Captain Phasma, you search the girl.” I didn’t want any man touching her now that she was mine again. 

“Yes, Sir,” she complied reluctantly. “Nothing, Sir,” Phasma and the other storm trooper said. 

“Put them on board,” I commanded as I turned back to the ship. Feeling the force shift slightly, as well as a saber ignite, I turned to see Y/N slash at a trooper near her. She managed to strike him over the head, killing him, before I stopped her. Waving my hand, I knocked her unconscious, just like I did all those years ago. Before she could fall to the ground, I picked her up bridal style, carrying her into the ship. 

I brought her to a room with an old containment shield so she wouldn’t be able to get out with her Jedi abilities. After a few minutes of the machine struggling to turn on after so many years of not being used, I finally got it to work. Placing Y/N in, the machine automatically suspended her midair and rendered her imobile. Waking her up, I waited eagerly to look into her E/C eyes after so long. 

Her eyes slowly fluttered open, and I was greeted by E/C orbs full of confusion. When she looked at me, I saw a brief flash of something positive. Love? I could only hope but it swiftly turned to anger and hate. I saw her try to move her arm, likely reaching for her saber. When she realized she couldn’t her distress caused me to worry but I pushed it down. I had to make her love me before I could start helping her. 

“You will release me,” she demanded. 

“You know that must’ve been a long shot,” I chuckled at her attempt to manipulate my mind. 

“What do you want, Ren?” she spat my name in disgust. “The map to Skywalker? We don’t have it. Tekka deceived us,” she lied. 

“That’s not what I want from you and when did you decide to stop calling me Ben?” 

“When you killed him the night you killed the rest of our class. And what the hell do you want from me?” she struggled against the shield. 

“I want you to love me again,” I admitted. Taking off my mask, I saw her take a sharp breath when she saw my face. I sensed the walls of her mind go down a little, but they snapped right back up almost as quickly as they fell. “I never stopped loving you since we were teenagers, please Y/N.” 

She thought for a minute. “You sacraficed our love for your power,” she spoke coldly. 

“I’ll make you love me. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.” She didn’t answer me so I reached into her mind, trying to pull forward any memory of us when we were young. Her scream of agony were killing me but I kept pressing deeper into her mind. 

After what felt like hours of struggling with her mind, I was only able to pull out a few. She had strong defense mechanisms. Each memory made her walls a little weaker, but I still struggled to get through them. “That’s enough for today,” I finally conceded. I could feel her relief, we were both exhausted from fighting. If she weren’t immobilized, she likely would have collapsed. 

Leaving the room, I walked into the elevator. Out of anger and frustration, I pulled out my saber, slashing it against the walls. Why wouldn’t she just love me back? I was determined to make her mine again. 

~~

Part 2

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A/N Some dialogue will be taken directly from the movie, so Disney, don’t sue me. 

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Han POV

Riding my tauntaun through the frigid cold I was more than eager to get back to base with Y/N. As I finished my rounds I heard Luke call in. “Echo Three to Echo Seven. Han old buddy, do you read me?” Luke called through our coms. 

Brushing off some snow from my communicator I replied, “Loud and clear, kid. What’s up?” 

“Well I finished my circle,” he explained. “I don’t pick up any life readings.”

“There isn’t enough life on this ice cube to fill a space cruiser. Sensors are placed, I’m going back,” I told him. 

“Right. I’ll see you shortly. There’s a meteorite that hit the ground near here. Y/N and I want to check it out. It won’t take too long.” 

“Wait, Y/N’s with you?” I interrogated. Y/N and Luke are cousins but they were raised closer to siblings. We had a thing going on and as much as I had been ashamed to admit it at first, I fell hard for this girl. 

“Yes, I am,” her voice cut in. 

“Hey, just be careful,” I warned. “You’re someone I’d rather not have to bury.” 

“Roger that, Solo,” she agreed. I could practically hear her smirk through the radio. 

With a laugh, I began making my way back to base. I’d be leaving soon, I’d done my part for the rebellion. I only hoped Y/N would come with me if she wouldn’t leave, I might have to rethink my decision. I dismounted from my tauntaun, walking through the busy hangar to the Millenium Falcon where Chewie was working on it. Catching his attention, he immediately began yelling at me for not helping him. 

-

“Why did you take this apart now?” I yelled at Chewie. “I’m trying to make sure we can get out of here, and you pull both of these-” I was interrupted by C-3PO.

“Excuse me, sir. Might I have a word with you, please?”

“What do you want?” I stepped closer to him. 

He asked me why I hadn’t been responding to Leia who I didn’t want to talk to. “Well, Princess Leia is wondering about Master Luke and Miss Y/N,” he said, catching my attention. “They haven’t come back yet. We don’t know where they are.” 

That got my heart rate to pick up but given how angry I was, I brushed it off. They were probably on the base and Leia just had more assignments for them. “I don’t know where they are.”

“Nobody knows where they are.”

“What do you mean, nobody knows?” I asked threateningly. “Deck Officer!” I called. “Do you know where Commander Skywalker and Commander Lars are?”

“I haven’t seen them. It’s possible they came in through the south entrance.” 

Worried, I yelled at him. “It’s possible? Why don’t you go find out? It’s getting dark out there,” I ordered. I faintly heard him say ‘yes, sir’ before I started heading for the south entrance myself. If Y/N wasn’t there then I’d go out in the storm to find her and Luke myself. As I walked in a guard ran to me. 

“Sir, neither Skywalker nor Lars has come in the south entrance. They might’ve forgotten to check in.” 

“Not likely. Are the speeders ready?” I asked, ready to go out there. 

“Not yet. We’re having trouble adapting them to the cold.”

“We’ll have to go out on tauntauns,” I walked over to one. 

“Sir, the temperature is dropping too rapidly.”

“That’s right, Y/N and my friend are out in it,” I climbed onto one of the beasts, determined to make sure Y/N was safe. Riding out into the frigid cold, full of snow swirling around, making it nearly impossible to see, I wanted to go back inside. ‘No, you gotta save Y/N,’ I thought to myself as I pressed on. After a half hour of struggling, I spotted two figures, one crouching over the other one. Dismounting, I called out. “Y/N!” 

That caught her attention. Looking up, she called around. “Han?” 

“Over here,” I called just as my ride collapsed. Sighing in defeat, I trudged my way through the snow to see Y/N kneeling next to Luke. 

“Han!” she exclaimed excitedly. She threw her arms around me, which I eagerly returned, pressing my lips to her head as best I could. When she pulled away, her attention was turned back to her cousin. “He just collapsed about 5 minutes ago, I assumed the cold got to him but then he started mumbling about Ben and Dagobah.” 

“Come on, let’s get him to the tauntaun. I have an idea.” She nodded, taking one of his arms and dragging him to the dead animal with me. We got it to the animal where I took Luke’s saber, cutting open the animal. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Y/N gag slightly at the smell. Together, we pushed him closer to the carcass, knowing that he needed to stay warm more desperately than us. Y/N and I began putting up the shelter. Once we were done and we had pulled Luke in, Y/N sat at my side as I wrapped her tightly in my arms, desperate to share body heat. 

“Get some sleep,” I mumbled to the shivering woman next to me. She made a faint sound of agreement although I wasn’t convinced she slept at all that night in the freezing cold. 

-

The next morning we were alerted by a faint call coming from my communicator. “Captain Solo, do you copy?” 

I excitedly fumbled the buttons on my wrist communicator. “Good morning. Nice of you guys to drop by,” I celebrated sarcastically. Y/N laughed at my sarcasm, making me pull her into my side tighter. Y/N stepped out, where she caught the pilot’s attention. I could hear him land as I began packing up our stuff. She ducked back in, “C’mon, let’s put Luke in first.” 

Agreeing, I took his feet and we carried him to the ship. 

When we finally got back, Luke and Y/N were immediately admitted to medic wing. “I’m fine, really. Han, tell them I’m fine,” Y/N protested. 

“Take her, get her checked out,” I ordered. She gave me a look of disbelief and betrayal as a droid ushered her to the hospital wing. “I’ll visit you!” I called after her. 

After checking on Chewie, I went to go fulfill my promise of visiting Y/N. I walked in and saw Y/N laying on a bed, covered in heating blankets. Looking at me she only said, “I hate you.” 

“You love me,” I sat next to her on the bed. “And I love you, I’d rather not have to bury you on this iceblock.” She smiled slightly as I took her hand, kissing it. 

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Premonitions O-WK

A/N, this doesn’t follow continuity at all, but it’s fine. Just roll with it. 

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Obi-Wan POV

Y/N was standing in a room, facing the Sith lord. She was exhausted, her hair plastered to her sweaty forehead. Then the dark hooded figure sent lightning at her, knocking her to the ground with an agonizing scream. When he stopped I was relieved to see her still breathing, her arms struggling to push her body off the floor. Then the sith approached her. Using the force to lift her weak body off the ground. To my horror, he was choking her. When she lost consciousness I could feel her life leave her body. 

“No!” I heard myself scream. I sat up, covered in sweat. ‘It’s just a dream,’ I thought, trying to calm myself down. 

“Obi-Wan? What’s wrong?” Y/N sat up. She placed one hand on my shoulder, the other turning my face to look at her. 

Seeing her safe I was relieved. “Nothing, just a bad dream,” I decided to not tell her. She didn’t look reassured but conceded anyways, laying back down while mumbling a quiet ‘okay.’ I laid back down, pulling her head to my chest. I kissed the top of her head, stroking her hair, trying to reassure myself that she’s here and safe. Then a dark thought crept into my mind, ‘Maybe the dream is punishment for forming attachments.’ 

As she slept soundly I was still pouring over the dream. This couldn’t be a premonition, right? I recalled Anakin’s experience, his dreams of his mother, and how he saw her death. Not to mention that he saw exactly how Padmé died, I now had an understanding of why Anakin defected from the dark side. All I wanted was for Y/N to be safe. 

The next morning I woke up alone, which wasn’t unusual but it stung more today due to my dream. Y/N usually talks to Master Windu every day as she used to be his Padawan. I kept telling myself she was just talking to him as usual but my mind kept going to my nightmare. 

Finally getting out of bed, I got dressed. Today Y/N had a meeting with the council to discuss her newest assignment. Now I was reluctant to let her go. I quickly rushed to the council chambers where Y/N was stood outside, waiting to be called in. She caught sight of me as I approached. “You’re late,” she chided me. 

Placing an arm around her waist, I pulled her to me quickly, pecking her forehead. She looked confused at the sudden display of affection in such a public place. “I know,” I rushed out, before using the force to open the door slightly so I could slip in. 

“Master Obi-Wan, late, you are,” Yoda said. (I don’t have much experience writing Yoda dialogue so bear with me and if you have tips let me know)

“I apologize, Master Yoda,” I said, not wanting to go into any more detail. I didn’t want them to find out about mine and Y/N’s relationship as they would cast us out of the order. I had no doubt that she’d take the bulk of the punishment, seeing as she wasn’t ranked as highly as me. 

I took my seat next to Master Ki-Adi-Mundi, Yoda opened the door, allowing Y/N in. She walked in like a warrior, head held high and shoulders back. “Knight L/N, pleased to see you, I am,” Yoda greeted. 

“A pleasure to see you too, Master Yoda,” she bowed slightly for him. “A pleasure to see you all, Masters,” she addressed everyone. 

Master Windu spoke up, “As you know Senator Organa has received death threats. He is coming here, to Coruscant to meet with Chancellor Palpatine and we want you to act as his Jedi guard.”

She masked her excitement well but before she could accept, I interrupted, my thoughts had gone back to my dream. “Wait, this is a high profile politician. Wouldn’t it make more sense for two Jedi to go?” I suggested. 

Everyone seemed to consider it but I could feel Y/N’s gaze burning into my skull. I’d surely be hearing about this later. “Very well,” Yoda said, “go with her, you will, Master Windu. Your padawan, she was after all.”

“Might I suggest I go?” I was pushing it now. Everyone was probably trying to figure out why I was pushing to go with her. “She does not have much experience working with other Jedi, Master Windu kept her close.” 

Master Windu let out a slight laugh, “Yes, well I feared she would defect to another master. She was the best Padawan I trained.” Everyone in the room had a slight smile. While their relationship bordered on being too attached, they were a shining example of the bond between Padawan and Master. “I agree, Knight L/N should go with Master Kenobi.” Everyone else let out murmurs and nods of agreement. 

“It’s settled then, Knight L/N and I will meet Senator Organa tomorrow and act as his guards until he leaves,” I said, standing up. I approached Y/N and followed her out of the Council chambers. She continued to walk hurriedly to her dormitory, not even looking back at me. She reached her door and stepped in, leaving it open for me. As I stepped in I saw an angry Y/N, giving me a look that said, You have 30 seconds to explain yourself. “I’m sorry,” I began. She moved her hand, using it to close the door behind me, “I’m worried about you.” 

“This would’ve been the first time I had a solo mission. Do you think I am too weak?” she accused. 

“No, of course not,” I stepped towards her. She took a step back making my heart constrict in pain. I sighed, “Do you want to know why I’m concerned for your safety?” She nodded. “That nightmare last night, I believe it was a premonition. And I saw you die.” 

A look I couldn’t quite read crossed her face. “Obi-Wan,” she said sympathetically, moving to hug me around the waist, “nothing will happen. It’s just a simple guard position.” 

I placed my arms around her shoulders, hugging her tightly. “I know but I still worry.” 

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The next day we had received Senator Organa and now we stood in the Senator’s building with both men. Y/N and I stood on both sides of the door, facing the two powerful men as they discussed Alderaan’s position during this war. My mind kept wandering to the dream, I had it again last night, except this time Y/N wasn’t there to calm me down. 

‘Relax,’ Y/N projected into my mind, ‘everything is fine. I’m fine.’

Just then, they finished discussing, and Senator Organa approached us, ready to walk out the door. “Jedi Knight L/N, might I speak with you?” Chancellor Palpatine asked. 

She looked back at me, “I’ll be alright, go with the Senator.” I was hesitant to leave her, but I nodded, following after Organa. We walked out to where his ship was waiting. 

“I do hope we meet again under different circumstances, Senator,” I turned to him, shaking his hand. 

“As do I,” he smiled back. Looking around first, he spoke in a hushed voice. “Is there a reason you were so worried about Y/N?” I began to panic, which was ridiculous, a Jedi panicking. “Do not worry,” he continued, “you give her the same look I give my wife.” 

“Is it really that obvious?” 

“To me, I imagine not to the other masters of the Jedi council. None of them have fallen in love before and if they have, they will likely protect you and Y/N.” 

“Thank you, Senator Organa.”

“Please, call me Bail. Tell Y/N I said thank you.” 

“Will do,” I smiled. I watched him get on his ship and as it took off. Just before it disappeared from my sight I heard Y/N in my head. ‘Obi-Wan!’ she called telepathically. Alarmed, I began sprinting down the many hallways of the Senate Building, using the force to guide me to my love. I reached the Chancellor’s office but was stopped by a force field separating me from Y/N who had just been thrown across the room. 

‘No, this can’t be happening again,’ I thought to myself. I had watched my Master be killed by a Sith while I was blocked by a force field similar to this one. Now I watched helplessly as a hooded figure I recognized as Palpatine struck her with force lightning. She screamed in agony making my heart break. 

‘No,’ I recognized everything that was happening as my dream. When he finally stopped electrocuting her, she struggled to get up. But before she could even push up so she was resting on her knees, he picked her up by the throat using the force. He began to laugh as she lost consciousness, her body slumping. “No!” I screamed audibly as I sensed the life leave her body. 

Palpatine looked at me, laughing, before he shattered a window, jumping out onto a transport. After a minute of pacing behind the force field, it finally dropped allowing me to get to Y/N. Desperate for her to be alive I checked her pulse, even though I knew it was hopeless. Clutching her tightly to me, I began to cry. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

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