#I love doing the expansions on a Jedi knight

[eggydraws14]

Man I sure hope I don’t get skewered and trapped in carbonite and made to be a wall decoration for a guy with daddy issues, that would really suck

[sonofthedunes]

it’s that time again! happy may the fourth to all my lovely followers :3 this year’s offering is a luke and andrie story, set about a year before the events of return of the jedi. if any of you remember my first angsty headcanons post, this is an expansion of the last bullet point. (and as for luke’s hair, it’s not EXACTLY the rotj hairstyle? it’s shorter on the back and sides and the bangs are higher. he let it grow out a bit on dagobah lol.) warning for language and sexual content, minors DNI.

parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell

Onboard Home One, 3 ABY

The sensations come to her in fragments: the absence of a warm body beside her, the bedside lamp flicked on, the rustling of fabric. Irritation—did he really think he could sneak away while she slept?—melts into glum acceptance. The moment has arrived; in a few short minutes he’ll be leaving her, going back to Dagobah with Artoo. To finish his training. To become, at last, a Jedi Knight.

Andrie pushes herself upright, brushing wavy red-gold hair back from her eyes, and fixes a bleary glare on the room’s other occupant. Luke meets her eyes over his shoulder, frozen in the act of pulling on his pants. The atmosphere is tense. At length he sighs and breaks eye contact, sliding the pants to his waist. “…I was going to wake you,” he offers by way of excuse. “I wouldn’t have just—“

“Really? ‘Cause that’s what it looks like,” Andrie points out. She kicks the sheets aside and scrambles across the mattress and out of bed, watching Luke as he buttons his fly. “Look, I know this is hard for you,” she adds. “For me too. But…stars, you’ve left me to wake up alone so many times. Don’t do it today.”

Turning to face her fully, he reaches out to gently touch her cheek. “You’ve done it to me too,” he half-smiles.

“Luke…”

“I know,” he sighs, rubbing his thumb across her faint freckles. “But I wasn’t going to this time, I swear.”

“I’m not convinced,” Andrie admits, noting with some surprise that he’s using his prosthetic hand. Even weeks later, Luke still seems uncomfortable with its very presence. Last night in bed, he’d almost been ashamed to use it. Her heart ached for him then. Maybe this, in some small way, is progress. At the very least, he doesn’t remove it when she confesses her doubt.

“I deserve that. But I’m glad you’re awake anyway,” he says. “There’s something I’d like you to do for me.”

Now that gives Andrie pause. What is there left to do? Luke had spent a good part of the previous day packing and ensuring his X-wing was in tip-top shape. He’d sent Artoo off for maintenance as well, and had somehow caught Leia in a rare quiet moment to talk (about what, Andrie hasn’t asked). Very likely he’d meditated too, he often does before a mission. And only when all of this was completed had he joined her for dinner, and then come back to her quarters…no, try as she might, Andrie can’t fathom what might have slipped through the cracks. “I give up. What do you need?” she wonders.

And Luke answers with a very strange question:

“Do you have any scissors?”

—-

They stand in the tiny attached refresher, grouped in front of the sink and its wall-mounted mirror. Though he’d showered earlier, Luke has wet his hair again to make things easier for Andrie; an off-white towel lies draped around his shoulders. Hovering just behind him (they’re nearly the same height—at least that won’t be an obstacle), Andrie fingers a chunk of hair nervously. The scissors are clutched almost painfully in her other hand. “Are you sure you want me to do this?” she inquires.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he replies calmly.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I cut someone’s hair? Besides my own, I mean.”

“And your hair looks great! I’m not worried.”

Andrie huffs. “Bit biased, aren’t you?”

“I only say what I mean,” Luke reminds her, dimple softly shadowing the corner of his mouth. “Anyway, if I tried to do it myself it would look terrible. All uneven and patchy. I trust you.”

You may come to regret those words, Andrie wants to retort. Instead, she bites her tongue and seizes the hair again. She’ll start at the back—that way, if she fucks up the damage will be easier to hide. Theoretically. Slowly she raises the scissors, blades sliding apart…eyes the piece of hair, gripped tight in her fingers, then slots it between the blades and decisively—

Snip. Andrie brings her hand away, a damp hunk of blonde hair along for the ride. Not nearly as much as she thought she’d cut, thank the maker. This is okay. She can manage as long as she follows this pattern; Luke was fairly vague on the style he wanted, only wishing for his hair to be shorter. “You good?” her lover asks, frowning at her in the mirror.

Lowering her hands, Andrie peeks around and nods reassuringly. “Oh yeah! No problem.” Flicking the hair away onto the floor (a problem for her future self), she draws in a breath and selects the next piece.

And so it continues, the minutes ticking away as she works. Snip, snip, snip, the steady rhythm of her scissors as they bite through Luke’s thick, soft hair. Errant locks drift into the sink basin, or catch in the towel he’s wearing, or glide to the tile floor. Gradually Andrie fashions it into a more…she supposes she’d call it conservative shape, leaving more of his neck bare and without quite as much body. It looks more or less even—should be easier to keep clean and tidy on Dagobah. “…all right,” she finally mutters, the first words either of them have spoken in some time. “That’s done. Turn around and I’ll get the front.”

Luke obeys, glancing quickly into the mirror as he rotates. “Hey, not bad!” he exclaims. “Maybe you should set up a salon in the next base.”

If it’s at all possible, he falls even more in love with her when she rolls her eyes and shushes him. “Quiet, you,” she chides him, adjusting his chin as she inspects his bangs. “Let’s see…”

The front of Luke’s hair takes considerably less time than the back. The pair quickly agree that he should keep his bangs, albeit trimmed slightly higher on his forehead; his sidelocks too are shortened, allowing his ears a bit more breathing room. Carefully removing his hair-covered towel cape, Andrie passes Luke a fresh one to dry off. She rinses her scissors, but can’t be bothered to clean up the remnants of her work just now. Her attention is focused on Luke, on what she’s done to him. He looks…different. Not different like the way his facial scars had changed him—this is something more intangible. It’s as if what remained of his youthfulness and innocence now lies in the sink with his hair. As he studies his reflection, turning his head this way and that, she can’t find a trace of the farmboy from Tatooine. There’s a sternness to his jaw now, a sadness in his eyes. For a brief second, Andrie’s anger flares at what this war—at what Vader has taken from him. From all of them.

And now he’ll be taken from her, by his own choice.

A bubble of relief swells in her chest when Luke doesn’t seem to hate his new hairstyle. “Thank you,” he tells her, squeezing her hand before he exits the refresher. Andrie extinguishes the light as she follows, eyes darting to the foot of her bed. There lies Luke’s flightsuit, neatly folded (more or less) and awaiting its owner. With fluid surety born of years summoned to midnight sorties, he shakes it out, shoves limbs into sleeves and legs, draws the zipper up over his fatigues and snaps the collar shut. Then come the flak vest, the life support pack, the harnesses, the smartly polished boots. His bags are already stowed in the X-wing’s cargo hold—all that remain to be retrieved are his gloves and battered helmet. And once he has those…

They’re sitting on her work table, but Luke makes no move to pick them up. Not yet. Instead, he strides to where Andrie stands. Blue contemplates blue as they face one another. Are they memorizing the sight, to sustain them through their separation? Or perhaps reflecting on how much they’ve changed? The naive kids who found themselves caught in a civil war—where have they gone…and what would they think of the man and woman in this room?

Luke swallows, lips thinning. “Andrie, I…” he begins evenly.

But Andrie halts him: “Don’t.” They’ve said the usual platitudes over and over: come back to me, be brave, I love you. She’s sick of them. She wants something solid. Contact. The distance between them closes rapidly, her hands seizing his biceps and their mouths fusing.

Immediately he relaxes into the kiss, hands splaying on her waist; a tiny whimper escapes him. They accept whatever comfort it gives them, this reprieve from the struggle. Last night wasn’t like this, Andrie thinks. Last night, they’d devoured one another. Clothes were torn off and tossed about the room, bruises blossoming from teeth and too-enthusiastic grips…he fucked her from behind, on her hands and knees, hips bucking like an untamed fathier. They’d fallen asleep soon after, still naked, exhausted and exhilarated. The encounter had been good. Very good.

But that wasn’t all last night had been…some time during those long hours, they awoke and turned toward each other again, desire rekindled. Luke shuddered when Andrie touched him, ghosting over his chest. “Please,” he whispered, every inch of him straining with need. The need for so many things. And Andrie knew she couldn’t give him all of them, but she’d give all she could. “Yes” was both reply and entreaty, her body unfolding for him as he surged tidelike against her. This time had been gentler; they made love without urgency, without greed or lingering fear. This time they lay entwined, fingers caressing and mouths falling open in soft sighs and groans; his strokes were slow and deep, his eyes shining as he gazed down at her. She gazed back, a smile creasing her face as she reached up to touch his. How safe she felt in his arms…the Empire’s might could never harm them here. All they wished for in this moment was release—and it was granted to them. The first round of climaxes had crashed in with loud moans and “yes baby, right there”. The second arrived much more unobtrusively: Andrie gasped and dug her nails into Luke’s back, and Luke uttered a soft broken cry into her neck, collapsing onto her as their chests heaved. “Love you,” he managed, holding her tighter. “Love you so much.”

“I love you too,” she answered, and felt the truth of it in her bones. And wondered how many more times she’d get the opportunity to tell him.

Just as she wonders now if this might be their last kiss. It’s over far too soon, his bottom lip sticking slightly to hers as he pulls away. He gives her a smile that’s meant to hearten her, but really just makes her sadder. “Look after Leia for me,” he beseeches.

How could Andrie refuse? Of all the people Luke’s leaving behind, the princess needs support most of all. “Of course,” she vows. “And I know Artoo will look after you for me.”

“Something like that,” Luke chuckles, though their smiles soon fade. The temperamental astromech is probably waiting in the hangar as they speak, grumbling to himself about what’s taking Luke so long.

There can be no more delay.

He walks slowly to the work table, loops his gloves through his belt and tucks his helmet under his arm. Even with his shortened hair, Luke is still a picture-perfect Rebel pilot, and Andrie can’t help but admire him. He’s so beautiful, and so strong, and she misses him already. There’s nothing more to say, no other final reminders to bestow. They’re equipped as best they can be to face the long months ahead, he in his training and she searching for Han. When their friend has been found, Luke will come back to rescue him. At least that was what he’d promised. She prays he’ll be true to his word.

And that makes her realize there IS one thing she hasn’t yet said to him—the blessing a Jedi most needs to hear.

“Luke.” He turns to her, expectant. Andrie inhales, and with all the sincerity she can muster pronounces: “The Force is with you.” Not “may the Force be with you.” It is. It has to be. For all our sakes.

His eyebrows lift in surprise, questions gathering—the subject of the Force has been a thorny one between them for years. But in the next heartbeat he seems to reconsider. There will be time for that someday…when this is over. “Goodbye, Andrie,” he tells her in a low voice, readjusting the helmet.

Even before she turns away, they both know she won’t come to the hangar with him.

She listens to his footsteps, and to the opening and closing of the automatic door, with a trembling chin and smarting eyes. Stars, how it hurts. There has never been a day it hasn’t pained her to send him off, regardless of the destination. But let him she must, just as she must attend to her own duties. Andrie rubs the tears away and heads back to the refresher. After sweeping up the hair, she aims to shower, dress and secure breakfast; then she’ll check in with Rebel command, and if Leia isn’t among them she’ll locate the princess herself. They’re no closer to finding Han, and Andrie will do whatever she can to assist.

When she and Luke reunite, he’ll be a Jedi. Heaven only knows what Andrie will be—but whatever it is, she’ll continue to serve the Rebellion with courage and devotion, and she’ll cling to the loyalty and love that sustain her.

But, she decides, she won’t be cutting anyone else’s hair.

[classicanalyzer]

Star Wars: The Rise of Skywalker Adaptation Issue 1 Thoughts

"I may not yet be able to sense the Jedi who came before. But I can feel that this place has known the Jedi before me. Of course, I already knew that. Leia told me that Master Luke trained her here, many years ago. She hasn't really told me any details about how it went. And she's never called herself a Jedi. Not that I've heard, anyway. Still, she's the master I have now." Rey Skywalker

The comic adaptation of TROS is off to a nice start. We got some extra scenes and lines that help make the film a lot more cohesive and complete.

I really love how we got the Palpatine message in both the comic and novelization...I still have no idea why they though to put the message in Fortnite of all places. I absolutely love how during the reforging of Kylo Ren's helmet, the artist used images from the Rise of Kylo Ren comic, another comic the artist worked on. It makes The Rise of Skywalker almost akin to a spiritual sequel to that comic and matches the thematic nature of the titles (The Rise of Kylo Ren and the Rise of Skywalker). I appreciate how the novelization and the comic make it clear that Kylo Ren still holds onto his let the past mantra, but based on the Legacy of Vader comic, it seems like he let it cool down to be more focused than wildly destructive.

"The Sith were supposed to be finished. A spectator left to rot in the past. I will finish what my grandfather started. Destroying Palpatine once and for all. I will rule this galaxy…but not by his hand. By my own." Ben Solo/Kylo Ren

I do like how this comic, just like the novelization, adds extra scenes and gives us a bit more insight into the characters' heads. It also helps to ground us and process the information rather than the fast pace of the movie. Even an extra sentence or two does a lot to help make the movie a lot better. I also love how they have a scene with Rose and Leia, considering Rose got unfairly shafted in the movie. The scene with Rey remembering how Finn came to rescue her on Starkiller Base while pondering how family is people who stand by you just makes the comic give the movie a bit more finality to the saga. It's also really nice to see an expansion of how Rey saw the Aki-Aki culture and how it differs from Jakku which again adds to the finality of this saga.

"Dark Science...Cloning. Secrets only the Sith knew. What good is amassing power if death can steal it away?" Beaumont Kin

"I've never seen anything like this. The desert feels like Jakku...no one there knew enough about where they come from to celebrate it. And even now, any victory we've won come with too high a price to--" Rey Skywalker

The parallel art between Rey and Leia is so good, and it furthers how Rey is progressing under Leia's mentorship. It's just like the classic George Lucas line, "It's like poetry...they rhyme." I also like how we get to see when Rey healed the Skywalker Lightsaber's Kyber Crystal.

I like how they heavily imply that Palpatine has been jumping decaying vessels Clones post-RotJ to TROS.

It's amazing to see Shadows of the Sith (one of my top Canon novels) visualization of Luke and Lando (he always maintains amazing drip). I also like how the comic shows that, unlike Luke, Lando interacted with the Aki-Aki rather than isolating himself. It's such a small detail but I love it so much.

Also I appreciate that we got a scene of the Knights of Ren capturing Chewbacca. Not only does the transition between Chewbacca being fine to be captured flow better but it gives the Knights of Ren something to do lol.

I would say when the comic is complete, reading this and the TROS novelization will make the movie a lot more satisfying and cohesive. I can't wait to see what other details they'll add in future issues of this comic.

"Maybe...this is what family really is. The people who don't let you go. The people who run toward danger with you." Rey Skywalker

[larena]

Wanted to try ranking SWTOR class stories in order of "importance" - how relevant they are to the games overarching ongoing storyline, based on factors like how often aspects of them come up in other class stories, or elsewhere in the story, how easily they flow into the expansions, how important their companions end up being later, etc.

Jedi Knight: This one's undeniable, I think. It's basically the main plot class. Knight kills Vitiate first, deals with a lot of the more important problems on most of the planets they go to. And Kira, Scourge, and T7 all get main character status in the expansions regardless of your class.

Imperial Agent: This one is a tossup with Sith Warrior for me. I can see arguments for either, but Agent wins out imo just because of how far-reaching the Star Cabal is, and, maybe somewhat paradoxically, how relevant *other* class stories are to its story. Kaliyo and especially SCORPIO also end up being pretty important in the expansions, as well as a few other Agent companions and NPCs.

Sith Warrior: You are literally the Emperor's Wrath. The class with the closest direct connection to the Emperor, besides maybe Knight. Again its a tossup for me whether Warrior or Agent are the "A" plot for the Empire storyline, but the Wrath almost single handedly reignites the war for Darth Baras. As well as being a fairly close acquaintance of one of Vitiate's potential successors, Vowrawn. Vette also ends up being fairly important in the expansions, though not as much since Eternal Throne.

Jedi Consular: The Children of the Emperor have only recently become very, very relevant again, and we don't fully know where that plot is going, but I think thats still a compelling argument to put Consular relatively high. None of their companions have been super relevant post-class story besides Nadia on Ossus, but the Rift Alliance does end up feeling like a precursor to the Eternal Alliance, to me.

Sith Inquisitor: This may feel low for Inquisitor, given they become a Dark Council Member but honestly they don't do that much. They're somewhat responsible for the Dark Temple being Like That in the other class stories, and the Silencer Fleet is somewhat important, as well as Moff Pyron. But none of their companions are relevant anywhere else and I don't think the events of their class story are referenced anywhere except some passing name drops of Darth Thanaton. I could realistically rank them lower, but again, they ARE on the Dark Council.

Bounty Hunter: Honestly the remaining three tech classes are hard to rank. But I think BH gets a lot of credit for technically allowing Saresh to rise to power. And not for nothing, a lot of their companions have been relevant in expansions, especially Torian recently. You only get a *lot* of the earlier Mando stuff through BH, which I think also counts for something.

Trooper: I think Trooper mainly gets points for Jorgan being a main character in Fallen Empire. They do a lot of stuff that *feels* important, and General Garza, Rakton, and the Bastion come up elsewhere, but it never feels like there's much impact from the Trooper story overall.

Smuggler: I mean what can I say. I love the Smuggler storyline, and Nok Drayen *is* a member of the Star Cabal, but none of this shit mattered lol. Which is totally thematically appropriate imo, it's at least meant to be a pretty personal story with personal stakes. At least everyone can meet Akaavi and Guss in the expansions.

[theheartmold]

i'm just glad to see people still getting into swtor :D any plans to do other class stories, or will you be continuing with your warrior for now?

OUGH I love the Sith Warrior so much. My own OC makes me siiiick. I still have Jedi Under Siege to complete, but I’m holding off for now just to give myself a chance to do some reflecting on him. I’ve been screenshotting most of the story dialogue for my references so I’m gonna go through it all and put things together to start properly posting about him lol.

He’s definitely my main, that is. I’ve already started my Jedi knight run which I also plan on doing all the way thru the expansions as well.

After that I think I’ll just do the main story origins rather than all the expansions 😅 it’s a lot of content and the expansions are SO good and while there’s a lot of branching, there’s not quite enough to justify 8+ runs of it, lol.

So I have a Miraluka Warrior and a Human Knight I’m pushing all the way through for sure! I also have a Sith imperial agent I’ve started, a Mirialan smuggler, and a Chiss bounty hunter. I’ll play all the classes eventually but those are the ones I’ve had the most interest in/poked around in already :3c

[haven-is-happy]

How Battle Changes: Don't Eat That!

Chapter 7

Pairing: Dogma x Jedi!reader, platonic Wolfpack,

Chapter description: A politician's dinner is rarely without consequences

Warnings: !!!unhealthy eating habits!!!, reader has very little mental health stability, angst, reader is at their breaking point

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Masterlist

Somewhere along the line, your statements went from “mildly controversial” to “assassination worthy”.

You’re not sure when exactly that happened. You don’t care. It just means you are focusing on the right thing, pissing off the people who should be exposed the most. 

The thought should be frightening.

Key word: should.

“It’s times like these that I think about my parents. My birth parents, not the parental figures of the caretakers and creche masters at the Jedi Temple. Are they still alive? Was I welcome in their family? Did they wait with bated breath until a child came, tears of joy when I first screamed my lungs out to signal I am breathing and healthy and then reluctantly given with tears to the Jedi? Or was I an intrusion, an accident, an inconvenience they gave away with a sigh of relief?” 

Another scripted speech. You poured your heart out during the nights between senate meetings, because the tears that filled your eyes when you allowed yourself to ask these questions are unbecoming of a public representative.

You basically threatened your way into the senate as a representative of the clones and jedi who wish to leave the rigidity of the places they were raised in. Threatened, not elected.

You bought your presence in the chamber by keeping silent about the carnage Krell was allowed to go on, even before Umbara, keeping silent about the Senate's knowledge about the Malevolence, long before it was discovered by your former master Plo.

No tears. No weaknesses. They will tear you apart.

And so the speech continues as you swallow the most likely answer. It burns on the way down. It might burn on the way back up after you permit yourself to throw it up from stress in the “comfort” of your home.

You’ve researched. You know the sector where you most likely came from, now deep in Separatist territory, being the place of several battles at the start of the War.

“I may never know, as the Jedi Master who brought me to the temple is dead. She died on Geonosis and took dozens of secret parentages of padawans, knights and younglings to her grave. At her pyre I cried for the small child not yet outside their cradle that might never know if those that bore them love them.”

You take a steadying breath. Those wonders have long since passed.

“Perhaps it is better not knowing.”

The Senate is deadly silent to your face, but you know there are mute conversations happening in hand signals across the expansive chamber. Their auras betray even the slightest change of emotions. The colours shift and bleed into another as information is passed.

Seems like they have forgotten you can read them better than an open book.

“I know how many of you feel,” you keep a second-too-long break between the words with an emphasis, “about the Order’s practices around recruiting. The truth is the parents get a choice, having both options explained clearly as day. Give the child away so it may prosper as a part of the Order, with the promise that one day the child will be given a way to contact them, or keep the child and face the difficulties of a force-sensitive toddler reigning chaos.”

Expertly, the diplomatic skill taught at the temple made you slot a joke after threatening your audience in not-so-subtle ways. The clueless laugh. The knowing shudder.

You do not want to be seen as cruel. 

But if you aren’t, it leaves room for argument.

Next to you, Dogma checks his comm. 

The several months of being your guard didn’t change his face one bit. The v-shaped pattern fits well on his face, accentuated by the widow's peak he keeps his hair in. His eyes scan each individual senate-pod in his field of vision, then flick over to you. You have to remind yourself you’re in the force-damned Senate chamber in front of thousands of influential people to stop yourself from lovingly brushing a hand over his cheek.

His armour has been repainted in vibrant colours. The helmet is forgone entirely to show him being proud of being a clone. Jesse next to him is an even more stark reminder, with the republic cog tattooed onto his face.

The tactic is genius. You’ll have to thank Fives for coming up with that.

“The truth is, the vague feeling of my birth parents is no longer even a memory. Can one miss a vague shape in the back of your mind? When you can’t articulate yourself in childhood, maybe, but as an adult, it is but a shape you will gradually forget with age.”

“Clones, however, never had that shape. Many of us have a warm feeling as the first memory of our parents. Being held, coddled and even loved. But the clones didn’t get that luxury. Forgive me for being a cynic, but if you have a problem with the Order’s practices of child-kidnapping - as I heard many put it - why are you not fighting for the clones to have an equal privilege to childhood?”

Your voice rings powerful and accusatory through the full auditorium. You sweep your eyes over the people at your eye level and below, before solidly locking them where Bail Organa stands in his senator-pod. He sends a nod.

Dogma next to you makes a very quiet sound, pitched low just enough for you and only you to hear. He clicks his tongue once, then pauses, and then clicks again.

A signal for news from the Wolfpack. Thank the Force your speech and time at the proverbial stand is coming to an end.

The entire interaction takes no more than three seconds. An uncomfortable silence to marinate most careless Senators in the implications you’ve made.

“My childhood was cut short after the hostilities on Naboo. I had to undergo more rigorous saber training, even as an empath, someone attuned to the living Force around us. A shadow warrior - a Sith of a lineage long-lost - stole any ability to live as a simple aura reader diplomat.”

“And yet that’s not even a fraction of the cruelty and hardship an average clone trooper goes through in a third of the time. As soon as they walk, they are taught combat. They rapidly age, Corellian Hells, THE OLDEST CLONES ARE THIRTEEN YEARS OLD!”

Your frustration poured out into the air around you. This is the closest you have gotten to yelling and losing your cool since you walked out of the Court Chamber at Dogma’s trial. You have no doubt that at least some of the senators or their aides must have a fraction of force sensitivity, at least enough to glimpse the carefully-masked rage you don’t let the average person see.

You lock eyes with the Chancellor on his high seat, the senator-pod that hovers in the centre of the chamber.

You stare at him with intensity unknown to an individual outside of the Jedi Order. Memories flick through your vision, a slideshow of your frustrations at the Senate, frustration shared by the Jedi Council, by your father Plo, by the Clones that have welcomed you into their dysfunctional humongous family.

The Chancellor smiles.

The dinner after resembles a blur of colours too bright to be real.

You barely eat. The worry of poison and backstabbing are ever present, loom over your figure like a mountain. You prod at the force to give you readings of everyone around you, even if they are in your eyesight for a fraction of a second. 

The auras are overwhelming. Despite diplomats being taught to never let emotion show on their face, the different hues bleed into their body language.

One can only hide their true nature for so long, you suppose.

You’re sitting at the head of the table for dinner, the centre of attention as usual. As the minutes tick by, it’s become more and more likely that this will not end well. The jabs and replies thrown at one another have a sickly-sweet tone, with oleander-filled honey dripping as they fly at their target. 

 Dogma and Jesse stand behind you, each on one side as your guards. No matter how many times you try to convince them to eat with you, they insist.

“The life of a senator isn’t for me, but I still want to keep you safe” has been the reply from Jesse each time. Fives is just glad you never asked him, letting him instead stay at your apartment for these drab meetings disguised as dinners.

And your sweet Dogma would follow you to the ends of the Galaxy.

“I suppose if the children had more contact with their parents after getting accepted into the order, they would be able to form healthy attachments, as opposed to having no attachments altogether,” you say to a Nautolan representative sitting half across the table. 

She narrows her eyes and nods, pausing to eat a bite out of her meal. “A friend of mine lost her son to the Jedi three decades ago. She still wonders why he never contacted her.”

Dogma searches in his memory. The only nautolan jedi he has heard of is Kit Fisto. It would perhaps fit the description of a son lost thirty years ago. He stores it as something to ask you about.

A mikkian senator sitting to your left looks over at your plate. The longer the supper goes on, the more apparent it is that you are not touching your food. The senator, some generation or two older than you, looks you over a bit before lowering his voice, so that only you and (unintentionally) Dogma can make out his words.

“Deary, you have not touched your meal. I sure do hope this affair has not sullied your appetite.” He adds a smile at the end of his statement, as if to deepen the few wrinkles his face has to make himself the caring older relative.

Your attention snaps to his face briefly, enough to not notice one of his head-tendrils outside your field of vision to twitch in the general direction of your plate. Had Dogma not been inadvertently alerted to his figure, he wouldn’t have noticed the tiny amount of clear, water-like liquid that flew off the tip of his head-tendril and landed at the edge of your plate.

He reacts before his brain catches up to his eyes.

“Don’t eat that!”

His yell makes the entire table stop whatever they are doing to look at him. 

“The food is poisoned!”

His aura flashes red with swirls of white. The mix of danger.

Jesse sweeps the room over in less than a millisecond and directs his gaze at your food. Nothing seems out of the ordinary, but he trusts his brother with your safety above all. He takes a half-step closer towards the table.

You strategically stand up slowly and turn to Dogma. “How do you know?”

“The mikkian senator flicked some liquid into it with his head-tendril.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the whole room shift. Colours turn muted and tinged with yellow, orange and black.

The aura of the person in question turns a stark black. Fear.

“Impossible! I have done no such thing, clone!” he barks out and gets to his feet abruptly, nearly throwing his chair back.

Jesse, who has so far been stone-cold, willing to not react unless necessary, calmly looks him boldly in his eyes, an act that would have had consequences if he was in the GAR.

“You should know that ambassador (Y/N) can tell if you’re lying,” his tone is even and calculated.

“Of course I know that! That’s because I’m not lying.”

The old man is adamant, even if his eyes widen a fraction.

Your eyes flick over the room and land on a tray in the corner, on a table reserved for decorational flowers.

The tray floats over as the uncomfortable silence settles over the room. Some of the dinner’s participants notice it and gasp, making the others stare in horror as the tray lands in front of you.

You vaguely feel the presence of three Coruscant Guards running down the hall. By the time you land a metal food cover over the plate, they slam the door of the dining room open. 

Jesse and Dogma exchange a nod and Dogma nods. Jesse walks out to meet one of the troopers to exchange words.  You barely hear the words they whisper, but “poison” and “food” must be at least a part of the conversation. Dogma stays right behind you with a hand on his blaster. You don’t even have to turn to feel his anxiousness.

On instinct, you reach out with the hand that isn’t holding the tray in the air to grip the senator by the wrist with the Force. You press harder and hear something drop to the floor, an item no longer held in an iron grip he had on it. The noises of protests fall upon your deaf ears.

A guard moves in to handcuff the old man, only to notice a blaster on the floor and feel resistance while he moves one of the wrists into the cuffs. The item he dropped.

Jesse, now returning to you, plucks the tray out of the air to bring it back to one of the clones.

You let go of the Force and feel a massive weight of exhaustion hit you. Tilting your hand back just a couple of centimetres is enough for Dogma to grip it tightly with the palm not on his weapon.

You look at the Coruscant Guard talking to Jesse. His aura is full of baby blue and camo green. Confusion and worry.

“Please, take the food with the plate for analysis. Don’t touch it or take it out of the cover unless you are in safe distance. I don’t know what it is,” you say slowly. The words coming out of you feel foreign and you have to push them out, too exhausted to expend any emotions into the tone.

Dogma squeezes your hand three times. An “I love you” for when you can’t speak.

When you leave the dinner behind and get into your personal speeder, you pass out from exhaustion.

Previous Chapter / Next Chapter

[consularmain]

Alliance Commander Ask Game

THE WAY I SCREAMED WHEN I FOUND THIS IN MY DRAFTS. I was tagged a very long time ago by @sullustangin to do this and I completely forgot

1) Who’s your Alliance Commander? What class are they? Alignment? Random other facts you wanna share?

My Jedi Knight is my canonical Commander for my legacy. Her name is Minerva and she’s been through a lot of changes since I started playing her in 2018. She is a Guardian tank with a Shadow secondary class. She’s trapped at Light 5 because of how the old alignment system worked, but I headcanon she’s closer to Light Three. She has one of the most detailed backstories I've ever made for a character and I'm so proud of her :') She's like my child lol

2) What’s a reason or two you like that this character is your Commander? Minerva is not and never wanted to be a leader in any way and I live for that kind of inner conflict. Plus the expansions feel very natural with the Knight as the Commander imo.

3) What’s a reason or two you don’t like about them being Commander? I can’t think of anything other than I wish the writers would let her get some rest. Give me a cutscene where she's just enjoying being with her friends and boyfriend pls

4) Why did this character of all your OCs become Commander? Like I said earlier, it felt natural for Minerva to continue her fight against Vitiate and she was also the first character I got to endgame before Onslaught came out so she's just fixed as the Commander in my mind.

5) Who did they side with? Did they stay loyal or go saboteur? Or maybe you headcanon they defect properly? Minerva decided to side with the Republic, but she kept the Alliance separate and declined the offer to become a member of the Order again. She believes in the Republic but she hasn’t been a Jedi for a long time – even before she was put in the carbonite. And it would be incredibly inappropriate given a new “attachment” in her life. 

6) Are there any NPC’s from the class stories you’d like to see/HC join the Alliance? Ex: Master Timmns, Ardun Kothe, Watcher One, etc. Lord. PRAVEN. In my hc, he was on Ossus during kotfe/kotet and joins the Alliance after Onslaught. He's Minerva's bestie and the writers can't take this away from me.

7) How’s your OC feeling about the current Malgus situation? She's over it, honestly. She is so tired of people coming back from the dead.

8) Are any of your other OC’s part of the Alliance? If yes what do they do for the Alliance? Do they get along with your Commander?

My Chiss trooper, Jame Harper, is Minerva's cousin but they're closer to sisters. Harper had given up hope she was still alive and attacked Zakuul to avenge her. Once she joins the Alliance, Harper is responsible for training new recruits and strategizing for the big battles.

After the incident on Dromund Kaas, Acina sent her Wrath to Odessen to show the Empire’s support. Tegan and Minerva’s old rivalry picked up right where it left off but now that they're on the same side, they actually start to respect each other. They become frenemies but it doesn't last long.

Freya and her Clan join Torian on Odessen and are responsible for keeping the peace between Imperial and Republic personnel. Freya knows Minerva doesn't have much family so she takes on an almost motherly role, fussing over her and making sure she takes care of herself.

My Smuggler, Lyall, is Minerva's eyes and ears in the Outer Rim. He's a friend to the Alliance, not an actual member, but he appreciates what they're trying to do. He and Minerva share a history so it's no big deal for him to help out on the occasional mission.

9) How does your OC feel about Odessen? (Bonus: how do you feel about it) Despite all the craziness around her, Minerva feels at peace on Odessen - something she's not felt in a long time. She loves the wild forests and the endless lakes and rivers. It feels like home. She's never felt that way about anywhere before, not even the Jedi Order. I personally love Odessen. I wish there was a stronghold on Odessen so I could decorate it to Minerva's tastes.

10) How does your Commander feel about being the Commander? To say Minerva has a complicated relationship with it would be an understatement. Some days, it's great. She's doing more for the galaxy than she ever could as a Jedi. But sometimes she realizes just how many lives will be effected by her decisions and she feels trapped. She doesn’t feel anyone should ever have so much power. But she's lucky to have such a strong support system behind her and they make it bearable.

11) Favorite place in the Alliance base? Minerva's favorite is the little pool at the base of the statue in the Force Enclave. She meditates for hours in the sunlight coming in through the crack in the ceiling. As for mine, it has to be the war room. I love seeing my companions just vibing with each other.

12) Favorite mission in KotFE? Definitely visiting the old world on Zakuul with Senya. I wish we got to see more of it or at least get a Zakuulan stronghold but I doubt the story will ever bring us back to Zakuul :(

13) Favorite mission in KotET? The palace mission, just because it's where we get Arcann lmao

14) Least favorite mission in either? Why? The walker missions are brutal. Except for the one on Iokath. That one is so much fun lol

15) Is your Commander successful because they’re skilled? Or are they perhaps just really lucky? Minerva has worked hard to hone her body and mind into a weapon, but she also believes the Force is on her side as long as she listens to it. To her, luck doesn't exist.

16) From our OC’s point of view, SoR -> KotET wasn’t a fun experience, did they develop any fears as a result? A lot of her fears were realized. She was abandoned by the people she trusted and the Jedi Order, the only constant in her life, was practically wiped out. Valkorion was once again in her head and the fear of him taking over at any given moment made her distance herself from the people around her in order to protect them. It was the loneliest period of her life. 

She also has a fear of public speaking so she hates it when she has to give speeches to encourage people.

17) AU time! If your Commander wasn’t Commander, which of your other OCs would have likely taken their place? Harper has a habit of falling into positions of leadership despite her loner attitude. I can see her somehow accidentally becoming Commander in Minerva's place because no one else stepped up.

18) Who’s someone your Commander hopes they never have to deal with again?

19) Does your Commander hold on to/still use any titles they earned before KotET? Minerva's begun to let go of her old life but she doesn't mind being called "Master" or "Battlemaster" by other Jedi. She earned those titles so it's a sign of respect for her.

20) Share something, anything at all, you want about your Commander that you’ve not really gotten the chance to share before but really want to. Minerva loves trashy entertainment. Holovids, shows, books - it doesn't matter, she loves it all. It's antithesis to everything she was used to growing up that she found it so compelling. She's also a sucker for those romance books you see in line at the grocery store.

[multi-fan-dom-madness]

I am Spidey swinging into your inbox to request beg for

the way their hair looks in the morning :')

with Rowan please 🥰

Sev!! darling!! thank you so much for this ask, I've been dying to write something for Rowan but haven't had the energy to pick what, so this was a perfect excuse to write for them <3 I hope you enjoy this and that it intensifies the brainrot for you as much as it has for me

Lazy Morning

Summary: You can't help but admire Rowan's morning hair.

Warnings: implied sexual content and as always this is an 18+ blog; so much fluff it's actually a little nauseating lmao; nb!oc x gn!reader; Rowan is actually so hot you guys oml

Word Count: 699

Weak sunlight streams through your large bedroom windows, slotting between the vertical blinds you forgot to fully close the night before. One beam settles perfectly across your face. Rising through the layers of sleep, you scrunch your eyes and, with a huff, turn your head in the opposite direction. You burrow back down into the warm, comforting sheets, eyes sliding shut once more. It’s your one day off this week, and you’d really like to spend most of it dozing in bed.

It seems, though, that the bustling skylane traffic beyond the windows has other thoughts. Now that you’re awake, your brain seems to latch onto any external stimuli: the way that whining speeder engine needs new belts before it explodes; the way the sunlight has left greenish after-images on the backs of your eyes; the faint, lingering scent of last night’s takeout; and, closer at hand, the soft breathing of the person in bed with you. 

At least that external stimulus is a pleasant one. Eyes fluttering open once you realize you’re not falling back asleep, your gaze lands upon your companion. Lover. Partner. Whatever you’re calling yourselves these days. Regardless of what you are, the warmth that settles deep in your chest has nothing to do with the slowly sliding ray of sunlight across your back. 

Rather, it has everything to do with how peaceful Rowan looks like this. Sheets pulled halfway up their back, you let your gaze roam the broad, tanned expanse, connecting freckles with your eyes like a child draws lines between the stars. Their toned arms both disappear underneath the pillow cradling their head. Though half their face is buried in the pillow, you can’t help the soft smile that caresses your lips as you study the way they look without all the worry lines. How much younger. How much happier. This close, you could count the freckles that dot their nose if you really wanted.

But what really draws your attention is their hair. You’ve always enjoyed their hair: big, fluffy, wavy locks that you wish they’d grow out if only so you had more material to run your fingers through. You’re not sure why, but this morning, all you can think about is doing exactly that. Maybe it’s the way that Rowan’s hair is currently sleep-tousled, not to mention sex-tousled, both of you having collapsed into bed after finishing last night. Maybe it’s the singular stubborn little curl that sticks out just behind their ear that you so love to fidget with. 

Or maybe it’s just the way your heart nearly bursts with affection for the Jedi Knight lying beside you, you of all people.

Your fingers nearly itch with the anticipation of feeling those silken, umber strands. Reaching gently, so as not to make too much movement and wake them, you brush a few strands out of their face. A sigh passes your lips at the comforting motion. 

Ivy green eyes flutter open to meet yours. Rowan smiles, dimples appearing on their cheeks.

“Morning,” they croak, voice scratchy with disuse. 

“Hey,” you say softly. 

“What you doin’?” they ask. 

Body flushing with embarrassed warmth, you start to withdraw your hand—but Rowan shifts, lifting their head so that your palm presses into the side of their face, and they hum with delight.

“Feels nice,” they murmur. “Go back to sleep, sweetness.” 

“Can’t,” you admit. “Too awake.” 

Rowan hums, the sound sending goosebumps over your skin. “Maybe I can help with that.” 

They roll onto their side and open their arms. Giggling, you curl yourself up within their embrace, their body heat searing into your back as they fold around you, playing the big spoon. Rowan presses a kiss to the crown of your head, then tucks you under their chin and wraps you up tight.

“That better?” they ask, voice edged with sleep. 

With a contented sigh, you let your eyes slip closed once again and nod. “Always better with you.” 

Rowan chuckles and tries to say, “I’ll remember that,” but a yawn draws their words out. 

You shush them gently, kissing the curve of their bicep. “Sleep.” 

“With pleasure.” 

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[lord-squiggletits]

I think I've explained this before on my blog, but for everyone who's new here, I have a massive hate boner for supplementary material and extra lore books/comics/etc that are paired alongside Transformers continuities specifically because of my bad experiences being into Star Wars and Warcraft as my previous fandoms lol.

World of Warcraft was a fucking nightmare because once the franchise got big enough, they started releasing stories in the forms of comics and novels and stuff. And the lore in these supplementary materials would be necessary to understand a lot of plot lines that happened in the video games themselves, so it was really annoying because if you liked Warcraft for the lore (as I did) then you had to either buy all of these novels and comics or go on Youtube and read summaries from people who had. And then ON TOP OF THAT the Warcraft writers regularly did retcons and rewrites to the lore, sometimes multiple times for the same characters/plot points/etc (I'm looking at you, Wrathgate), to the point that they basically released new lore bibles every expansion or every other expansion. And it was just really fucking annoying because while I would have loved the chance to have more lore about WoW that didn't fit within the storytelling medium of a video game, in practice it felt more as if Blizzard was just trying to get WoW lore enthusiasts to shill out more money for supplementary materials, but since their writing was so inconsistent that they made constant retcons anyways, it basically felt like a waste of money because why bother buying the lore bibles and caring about continuity when it would probably get retconned in an expansion or two anyways? And then this practice of publishing vital lore in supplementary materials made it so that if you did nothing but play the video game, you would miss out on a lot of lore that ranged from fun tidbits about fan favorite minor characters to entire fucking plotlines informing the entire premise of the new expansion. So basically you had to shell out money to be able to see the new lore that should've been in the actual game but instead was in some random novel that you probably don't care about reading because you're a WoW fan to play a video game not to read a bunch of random novels. And then the Blizzard writers would probably retcon things later so why bother?

And then Star Wars was infuriating because I became a fan during the Sequel Trilogy, which as we all know is a fucking travesty of shitty writing and lack of continuity. The ST is absolutely RIFE with vital information being contained entirely in supplementary materials with little to no way of inferring it just from watching the movies, which were supposed to be self-contained narratives in themselves. Do you want to know how and why Ben Solo destroyed the Jedi temple and became a Knight of Ren? You have to read a comic. Do you want to know how the fuck the Resistance recovered from being a single spaceship full of people to a functioning army by the start of TROS? Read a novelization. Do you want to know what Kylo Ren's motivations were as the new Supreme Ruler of the bad guys and what he's been up to between movies? Read some comics and novelizations. Do you want to know why there's a random fucking army of dudes keeping Palpatine alive on some planet in the middle of nowhere? Read a tweet from the LucasFilm twitter account explaining it. Like, the writing of the movies made no sense and there are HUGE gaps in the narrative that aren't explained in the movies. Instead of just planning out the storyline of the movies and hiring competent writers/directors who would make tight, well-written movies that explain everything to a casual watcher, they decided to spread out vital lore information in comics, novels, novelizations, and other random bullshit.

Do you see now why I hate supplementary material so much lmao? In my experience, when companies have a main story (be it a cartoon, a movie/movie series, etc) and split up lore into supplementary material, such moves are nothing more than a cash grab attempt at swindling fans of the franchise into shelling out money for story details that would have been shown in the actual main story if handled by competent writers.

It's why I hate stuff like TFA's Allspark Almanac and other supplementary materials so much. Sure, there's some stuff in there that lines up neatly with stuff that was shown in the actual TFA cartoon (I'm thinking of the Autobot prison camps that drove Waspinator insane and the way that the Jettwins were created by experimentation), but a lot of the fan favorite details that fans like to incorporate into TFA fanon don't show up in the cartoon literally at all???? Like how supposedly, the Decepticons used to be warbuilds and the Autobots were workers, and the Decepticons rebelled because they didn't want to be used as fodder for wars. You would have literally no way of knowing that just from watching TFA alone and that's why it feels like such horseshit to me; it doesn't show up in the actual TFA cartoon, so if you went through the trouble of buying/finding this Almanac then the extra knowledge you get from it wouldn't be reflected in the cartoon, so it's basically as if the lore doesn't exist and all you got was a bunch of random trivia to put in your headcanons.

I know some fans really enjoy getting extra material exactly BECAUSE it's headcanon material, but to me it feels more like a compensation for rushed/lazy writing at best and an outright money-grab at worst.

[colinlegameboy]

Yammering About Star Wars: Dark Forces Fanmade Levels

It's only been 4, nearly 5 months into the year, but I already know that Star Wars Dark Forces Remastered is my GOTY. I don't care that it's just the same game with a couple tweaks. I have been madly in love with this game since childhood, and the ability to play it in a way I can stomach (controller support) has only made me love it more.

However... There's only so many levels in this game. And the replay value barely exists.

Very few games make me yearn for their gameplay. In fact, I can only count two- The Kingdom Hearts series, and Dark Forces. Thing is, KH still technically has a couple games I've never beaten (the DS ones). Dark Forces... It's one game, with a set amount of levels.

That is, a set amount of levels made by the devs.

For you see, when I was a child and obsessed with the game, I discovered the magical land of fanmade levels. I would ask my dad to download them for me all the time, although because I was babby I just used cheats and barely beat any of them. But just playing the game was enough for me.

Now, since I'm an adult and can do what I want, I can just go download aaaaaall the levels. But... There's a slight caveat. None of them work with the Remastered version by Nightdive.

Turns out they don't have to.

Completely separate from Nightdive's remaster, it turns out that a couple years ago, a fanmade remaster engine entered 1.0. This was The Force Engine, made by a lot of the same people who ran the website I got levels off of as a kid, DF-21. And it has controller support. And quicksaves, which the remaster doesn't have. Honestly the only thing the remaster has over Force Engine is the weapon wheel- They didn't seem to be able to properly translate the original's camera movement to the right stick, whereas Force Engine feels a lot more modern. Of course, since the game was made in a specific way, it does mean that you can pan the camera a bit too much, leading to flying enemies like Probe Droids turning into thin cardboard cutouts if they're directly above you. If anything that probably is why Nightdive didn't let you have full camera control- Official releases can't allow that sort of thing, I get it.

Anyway, another perk that the Force Engine has over the Nightdive remaster is the ability to use and play mods. There's a set of levels on DF-21 that specifically were tested in Force Engine, namely a bunch of iconic ones from way back then. Every level that had a consistent rating of 4-5 stars is tested and approved.

Now, I want to stress that I don't regret spending money on Nightdive's remaster. If that turns into a success, the chance is very high that Jedi Knight: Dark Forces II and its expansion pack Mysteries of the Sith will also get a remaster. And that game does not have an equivalent to Force Engine, unfortunately. I'm really hoping Nightdive is allowed to tackle those games. Hell, with how archaic they are, it might turn into a full on remake.

Either way, I am extremely happy that I now have more Dark Forces to play. Unfortunately I am nearing the end of the available levels. I kinda hope that either the modding scene ramps up again, or someone is just straight up able to start modding for the remaster. We'll just have to see.

[coupleofdays]

Bioware apparently recieved some criticism during the intial release of their MMORPG "The Old Republic" concerning the lack of any same-sex romance options in the game. Their attempts to remedy this in later updates and expansions have been somewhat weird and awkward in places. Spoilers ahead.

They introduced some new characters in the expansions that could be romanced regardless of the player character's gender, but on top of that, in one of the most recent expansions, they apparently decided to retroactively make it possible to have same-sex romances with characters from the original game that were previously only available for opposite genders. Not by updating the original, pre-expansions story, but by having the characters in the current storyline suddenly explain that they've always secretly loved the player character, and asking if they can begin a relationship right now. Which feels especially awkward when I've already had a long and happy same-sex romance with one of the new characters from the expansions. My summary of the situation, regarding my female Jedi Knight character, would go something like this:

Archiban "Doc" Kimble: Hey baby, I know we haven't seen each other in a few years since you got frozen in carbonite, but I just wanted to know if you're still fine with us being married?

Me: Well, uh, to be honest I always thought you were sort of a jerk, and I only married you because you were the only romance option the game provided me with.

Doc: Alright, that hurts, but fair enough. So do you want a divorce, or...?

Kira Carsen: Excuse me for interrupting, but I just have to say that I've suddenly realized that I've always been in love with you, and can we please have a relationship right now?

Me: Um, well, I'm very flattered, but I...

Lord Scourge: Pardon me interrupting, but I have recently begun to feel emotions that I've previously supressed, and one of those feelings is... love.

Me: Look, everyone, I'm really happy that you're all falling over each other to declare your love for me, but while you were away I kind of met another girl and uh... married her.

Doc: Okay, that's cool, though I'd have preferred if you'd divorced me first. Who is she, anyway?

Lana Beniko swaggers in, kisses me on the cheek and looks at the stunned companions: Hey babe, who are these losers?

A stunned silence.

Doc and Kira: You married a SITH LORD?!

Scourge: Nice!

[howaboutcastiel]

HowAboutCastiel's Fic Masterlist

I guess I’ve written enough fics that I kinda need to make one of these now 🤷‍♀️

Request Rules

Currently, I have fics published from the Moon Knight, Daredevil, Mandalorian, and Last of Us universes. Feel free to request beyond these fandoms, though <3

Star Wars

Din Djarin x Reader:

Out of This World (18+): You only get to see The Mandalorian when he comes to visit your cantina in Mos Espa. He seems to be finding more reasons to stop by.

The Apostate (18+): Din broke the creed. He removed his helmet and, as a result, opened himself up to possibilities he couldn’t have ever conceived of before. (Plus an expansion)

And Also With You (18+): As an ex-Jedi, you had found a good planet to hide on, and you were satisfied with the quiet. That was, until a mandalorian with a reputation wandered into your quaint little village.

Din Djarin x Cobb Vanth:

Find a New Way (18+): For the safety of his son, Din attempts to escape the cult he was raised in, with help from the sheriff of the next town over.

Moon Knight

Steven Grant x Reader:

All I Desire (18+): Reader has not been in a relationship in a while and is scared to have sex with Steven for the first time.

On My Command (18+): You want to wind down after a bad day at work, but Steven is over-eager as always.

Let Me Take It: (CW) You had a bad day that leads to a spiral. Steven tries to help you through it.

Set The Record Straight (18+): In the heat of an argument you imply that Steven is a pushover.

Helping You Through II

Hold Me Together: Hey! Could I make a request for one of the moon bois (your choice!) helping you out after you get home from a particularly rough therapy session?

The Tour Guide (18+): The reader has never been in a serious relationship, and now things are moving forward in her relationship with Steven.

From the Ground Up… Again (18+): After you were injured on a mission, Steven helps you get back on your feet with some tender love and care.

Marc Spector x Reader:

The Silver-Plated Moon: An overstimulating day away from your boys leads to a meltdown, causing you to accidentally break one of the most precious gifts you’ve ever received.

How Do I Ask? (18+): You loved the way that your boyfriend Marc made love to you. That being said, sometimes you longed for something… rougher.

Keep Me Warm: it’s cold outside. Like, really really cold. Marc doesn’t seem to mind, and he likes to tease you about your intolerance to the ice and wind.

A Reminder (18+): Marc x Reader x Layla. Thats it. That’s the plot.

Helping You Through I

From the Ground Up (18+): Getting lost on a mission is a terrifying experience. Being found in the nick of time by the man you love most is a captivating one. (Marc x Male!Reader)

Uncharted Territory: "I was wondering if you could do something with the reader and Marc are going to make love for the first time and she’s nervous bc she has SH scars and her and Marc never talked about that part of her life?"

Jake Lockley x Reader:

Make Your Acquaintance (Chaptered): You’re in a committed relationship with Marc and Steven, but have only heard of Jake through their descriptions. Intimidated by his reputation, you don’t know what to do when a mission gone awry brings Jake right to the front.

The Teddy Bear: The reader has a stuffed animal that they can’t sleep without. Embarrassed, they hide it away whenever their boyfriend, Jake, comes over.

Just a Bit Closer (18+): I was wondering if you could maybe do something with Papi Jake? Soft (only for his princess) Where the reader is craving some on-one time with him.

The Regular Surprise: (Extreme CW) On the night of a big town festival, she reaches her breaking point. A familiar face at an unfamiliar time may just be her last hope.

The Birthday Fic: It’s your birthday. You hope someone will remember.

Moon boys x Reader(2 or more):

Lunar Therapy Masterlist

Not My Intention: "maybe they’re at an office party and some guy comes to her when she’s alone and the boys get jealous since it’s obvious he’s trying to flirt with their girl."

The Birthday Fic: It’s your birthday. You don’t think anyone will remember.

That One Angsty Fic (TW): Sometimes you're your own worst enemy. The moon boys understand that, even when you don't at first.

I Can’t Help Myself (18+): Jake accidentally touches a cursed artifact while on a mission.

A Threatening Paradise: “Could you do a one shot where there’s an unwanted pregnancy scare eventually leading to a marriage proposal?”

Where’s Taweret When You Need Her?: You start your period and you don’t know how the boys are going to react to it.

Looking Good, Four Eyes: could you pls do a fic with the three moon boys where they’d see the reader with her glasses for the first time? 

Two Steps Forward (18+): A fun night with Jake ends up backfiring as Marc is triggered to front mid-coitus.

A Change of Heart: The reader is kidnapped by Harrow as leverage for Moon Knight to hand over the scarab.

Carry me home: Kicked out of your parents house at 16, you find yourself under the care of a cryptic taxi driver. (Jake Lockley accidentally adopts a teenager)

A Reminder: Layla and Marc punish you.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Non-Insert

Fire Within My Soul (Chaptered): Marc and Steven have a lot to contend with after they return from Cairo. The one thing on their minds, though, is Layla El-Faouly.

More Than Alright (18+): it’s Steven and Layla’s first time together. He’s nervous.

Marvel

Matt Murdock

Having sex with Matt in a stairwell (headcanon)

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

The Robe and Crown [18+]: Joel and Tommy are raiders. Not by choice, not for the thrill. They’re doing what they must to survive. So why, then, is Joel letting you tag along when you’re just another mouth to feed?

That Good Old Way: Picking up right where The Robe and Crown left off, Joel has decided to stay with you.

[rose-arwen-padme]

Suppression

The forbidden tale of Anakin and Padmé's AOTC courtship. A detailed expansion covering the movie, known deleted scenes, and many new scenes. If George showed 20% of their screen time, this is the other 80%. Told in Padmé's POV with ROTS awareness. Written for the enduring fans of Anidala.

Link to Prologue at FanFiction.Net and AO3

I Coruscant. Chapter 4: Fleeing

I didn't realize how lonely I was until Anakin came back into my life. I pushed away my personal wants and desires for so long that these freedoms became strangers to me. I poured all my breath into my political efforts and left none for myself. The fight and the successes sustained me, but I was a woman half-alive. My love for democracy beat in my heart like a furnace but it did not set fire to my blood— not like he did.

After years in a Senate filled with backstabbers who gave the holomovie actors a run for their money, I was unaccustomed to such an unfiltered soul, much less one deep in the pursuit of courting me. I remind myself of that whenever my regret berates me over the coals for the time I wasted resisting his charms. I was the elder, I tell myself, it was the right thing to do.

Right. Wrong. Truthfully, I'm too biased to decide such verdicts. All I know is, I was so lurched to the side of selflessness that when a chance came to finally want and take something for myself, I grasped at it like a woman starved. I thought I was rebalancing myself. But all I did was go from abstaining to gluttonously craving. Right and wrong increasingly didn't matter.

It certainly didn't to Anakin.

I was his, as he was mine, and he wasn't going to let a little thing like my penchant for self-sacrifice stand in his way.

Captain Typho, Dormé, and I ranted and raged together against the directive until we at last burned ourselves out. It took a while— we had plenty of fuel to feed our ire. No one liked the idea that I was being separated from my security retinue, especially when all duties and responsibilities were to be handed over to an unproven (last night's saber skills notwithstanding) teenage apprentice. I lost count of how many times Typho yelled, "He's not even a Knight!"

As to be expected, I was the most crushed over being forced off-planet at the crucial time of the MCA vote, but even the captain was openly dismayed by it. He usually kept himself more focused on the particulars of my protection rather than on my political labors, but even he was disheartened that the past year's work might come to naught. Ironically, considering he'd been the one most "grateful" and pleased when the Jedi got involved yesterday, the turn of direction they'd taken with this move significantly soured his appreciation. His switch to livid disapproval would've been comical, if all of it wasn't so frustrating.

I learned that Typho was informed of the situation by the chosen apprentice himself. It seems Ani comm called the captain while en route from the Chancellor's office and filled him in far more than the Chancellor had me. I got the impression this came more from Typho refusing to let Ani end the call until his list of demanding questions had been sufficiently answered— even Ani knew better than to hang up on an angry and incredulous Captain Typho. The specific order to go into hiding and travel as refugees on unregistered transport came from Mace Windu. Obi Wan had advised that Dormé take over the appearance of my continued presence on Coruscant, to be protected by Typho and the rest of the staff. They wanted to keep the bounty hunter's focus on the capital planet as much as possible while Obi-Wan carried out the investigation by himself. Beyond that, my fate was to be in the hands of Anakin Skywalker.

The official word would be that I was very much still on Coruscant but recovering from back-to-back assassination attempts. If the investigation took longer than expected, then the story would become that I was properly sick with some non-fatal but serious illness. Both the fighter and the truth-teller in me bristled at such excuses.

Throughout all this, Dormé would take over sleeping in my room and occupying my apartment during the daytime, which would remain on heavily armed lockdown. It was the compromise I fought hard for after the rant session when the last schematics were being figured out. Everyone agreed that Dormé didn't quite look enough like me to pass as Amidala in the halls of the Senate. Nevertheless, I'd made it clear that even the idea of Dormé walking through the city in my stead with the threat so close would result in my immediate refusal to hide, Chancellor's or Jedi's orders be damned.

At present, Dormé and I were in my room, splaying black suitcases across my bed. "It doesn't even make sense!" With my last word, I threw the first garment I randomly grabbed from the closet into a luggage box. "If it's so important that I go into hiding, why am I going to my home world? It's the first place a hunter with half a brain will check if they figure out I'm not on Coruscant."

With a somber smile, Dormé retrieved the thick snow jacket I'd flung into the suitcase and put it back on the hanger— I wouldn't need it where I was going. Softly, she offered, "Perhaps they know the planet most willing to hide you is your own." She paused, regarding me for a serious moment. "The people of Naboo would die before they let any harm come to you."

"Let's hope it doesn't come to that." Then I swallowed painfully, realizing it already had.

Dormé shook her head from side to side. "I still can't believe their putting your safety in the hands of a Padawan."

I didn't comment. My frustration at Ani had cooled since earlier, and, in truth, I felt some shame for the anger I'd directed his way after the order came down. He couldn't help his age, nor his status as an apprentice. Besides, if Typho's second-hand account was correct, the Council had given him this assignment unasked. He was following orders, same as me.

Not only that, but the longer I ran the situation over in my head, the longer I begrudgingly began to see where the Jedi and Palpatine were coming from. It didn't mean I liked it, but it was my job and my nature to consider the other's side in a disagreement or else be blinded by stubbornness.

Staying would mean going back and forth between last minute meetings and the Senate, increasing the risk of vulnerability to my entourage when most Senators already had their minds made up.

Leaving meant those left behind could lock down the apartment and stay put. Stay alive.

{More so than anyone, I've faced the pushback, the arguments, and worked out the compromises.}

Did I feel owed? Is that what this stemmed from? Pride?

My tenacity to see the defeat of the Military Creation Act through, while being something I indeed prided myself on, could put Dormé, Typho, Jar Jar, and the rest of my dedicated staff in lethal danger. Their lives weren't worth my glory moment in the sun.

It had already cost us Cordé and six others.

"Where do you think you'll go?"

I shot her a wry look. "You heard my travel agent."

While the Chancellor's suggestion that I see this as a vacation made my skin crawl, I couldn't disagree that the Lake Country made for a remote, secure hideout that was beyond idyllic. Not only was it beautiful, but it was possibly the safest place on Naboo for me, spare the palace. It was also home to where I always I felt the happiest— my family's lakeside house.

"Does that mean…?"

I nodded. "Varykino."

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[gffa]

Is there any canon explanation on why the Jedi keep their surnames if they separate of their families when they are little? Seeing the views they have on attachment, wouldn't it be better if they simply didn't have them? My friend and I were talking and we just couldn't figure this out.

Hi! If you're looking for something where the source material specifically talks about this, there isn't really anything that addresses it exactly and in these precise words. Which is true for a lot of stuff in SW, for as expansive as it is, the worldbuilding is often very thin when you want to get into anything that's more than just the broad strokes or the basic foundations more than the nuts and bolts. (Not that SW is unique in this, of course!) So, I think it's helpful to establish what Star Wars and the Jedi mean by attachment, in that it's not the more Western definition of it, but more in alignment with the Buddhist meaning of attachment (as the Jedi are heavily influenced by Buddhism), where it's not about feeling connected to a person, it's about the specific grasping, clinging need to keep the person in your life because you want them, because you are afraid to live without them, not because you want what's best for them. This is a good post for touching on it more.  But also, this quote:      “[Jedi Knights] do not grow attachments, because attachment is a path to the dark side. You can love people, but you can’t want to possess them. They’re not yours. Accept that they have a fate. Even those you love most are going to die. You can’t do anything about that. Protect them with your lightsaber, but if they die they were going to die. there’s nothing you can do. All you can do is accept that fact.      “In mythology, if you go to Hades to get them back you’re not doing it for them, you’re doing it for yourself. You’re doing it because you don’t want to give them up. You’re afraid to be without them. The key to the dark side is fear. You must be clean of fear, and fear of loss is the greatest fear. If you’re set up for fear of loss, you will do anything to keep that loss from happening, and you’re going to end up in the dark side. That’s the basic premise of Star Wars and the Jedi, and how it works.      “That’s why they’re taken at a young age to be trained. They cannot get themselves killed trying to save their best buddy when it’s a hopeless exercise.”      — George Lucas It’s not about severing the Jedi from any connections to the rest of the galaxy, it’s about teaching them how to be able to let go when the time comes.  They’re meant to love the galaxy, but not to be consumed by their feelings, because their level 100 psychic wizard powers and the energy field they get their abilities from works based on the emotions you have when you connect to it.  If you’re acting from a selfish or angry place when you connect to the Force, that echoes back to you, there are consequences from it, that’s literally how the Force works, by word of god commentary. The Jedi aren’t really about isolating themselves or cutting themselves off, they’re about understanding themselves, facing themselves, mastering themselves, controlling themselves, because that’s how you are able to achieve stability and balance within yourself.  So, I don’t see why they would ignore that they have a family name or that they came from a specific planet or that many of the Jedi embrace aspects from those cultures, like Shaak and Ahsoka’s tooth headdresses or Barriss and Luminara’s tattoos or Aayla’s accent or Depa’s mark of enlightenment. I don’t see the point being that they’re never going have to face the possibility of attachment, the point is to overcome the urge to do things for selfish reasons, to discipline yourself against the dark side, to find the balance of loving people without wanting to possess them.

Further, the Jedi are their family--The Clone Wars says, “When a youngling is located, they are brought to the Jedi Temple and learn quickly that their true family is now the Jedi Order.” (”The Gathering”)--the children they raise know they’re adopted, there’s usually no reason the Jedi would need to hide it, because the Jedi are the ones raising them, the Jedi are already their family, because blood does not have to define what family is. Do some still feel a pull towards their biological family over their adopted one?  Sure, that’s understandable.  And some may even choose to return to those biological families, there’s no shame or failure in that, look at how the Jedi still speak of Dooku warmly in Attack of the Clones even after he’s gone back to his biological family on Serenno. I don’t think the point is that you can never struggle with something or feel confused about it or never have to navigate some muddy waters within yourself about it.  The point, based on how the Jedi seem to hand out second chances like candy the minute someone expresses a genuine desire to pull themselves out of the dark, is that you work to overcome the things that would lead you to the dark. Look at the test for the younglings on Ilum--they had to face their feelings in those caverns, that was the whole reason the Jedi send their younglings there, the whole point of how their kyber crystal revealed itself to them.  They had to confront their fears and let them go.  It’s the same with attachment--it’s about looking inward and dealing with it when the time comes. So, there’s not really any need to hide their birth names, if the Jedi is going to struggle with that attachment (as Star Wars defines it), then it’s better to face it and deal with it and let it go, than to ignore it and pretend it doesn’t exist.  And, if they ultimately want to return to that previous family, then that’s their choice to make, too.  The Jedi aren’t jailers, as Yoda says in Obi-Wan & Anakin.  If someone wants to leave, that’s a valid choice. But, mostly, I think it’s just not an issue.  The Jedi are the family that raises them (not necessarily in a strictly Western nuclear family dynamic, but still a family dynamic all the same), attachment is about wanting to possess people rather than simply being connected to them, and the Jedi are taught to overcome such things, so it doesn’t really seem to come up or be a conflict.

[knightsofrayx]

tumblr’s being a lil shit and saying it wasn’t able to send an ask, so apologies if this is in your inbox twice or anything, but what are your fav pieces of star wars media?

(Lol this one showed up and then what I'm guessing was your initial ask popped up a couple minutes later)

Anyways, favorite pieces of Star Wars media?

I mean, obviously there's the Original Trilogy. They're a classic. As for the Prequels... I really love playing in the pre-empire sandbox, but in terms of actually enjoying this trilogy, it is more for how it laid the groundwork for greater stories than the actual plot (and well, of course the memes). And the Sequel Trilogy? I didn't love it, but I also didn't hate it? Like, they definitely tried to flesh out the situation to be more complex and nuanced, but kinda dropped the ball on it. I think it had the potential for greatness, but they just kept falling short on the delivery.

One of my early favorites was the "Jedi Quest" book series by Jude Watson, which takes place between The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones. It was the first piece of media I was exposed to that got into what life as a Jedi (at least pre-empire) was like. And also, it introduced the character Darra Thel-Tanis, who was one of the first female Jedi characters I had come across (I don't count anyone who showed up in the prequel movies because literally none of them had speaking roles). Granted, back when I first read the books a lot of it went over my head as I was about 7-8 years old, but I hold a nostalgic fondness for the series even though it's no longer considered canon.

Another one I really enjoyed was the "Young Jedi Knights" series, which follows Han and Leia's children Jaina and Jacen as they train in the Force and deal with the threats of the remnants of the Sith and the Empire. It's been a while since I've gone over them, but I remember the series just being filled with so much world-building stuff, as well as a good depiction of what a post-empire galaxy would look like.

The "Crimson Empire" and "Dark Empire" comics were also pretty memorable. They dabbled in the palpatine clones (and honestly did a much better job of it than Disney) and kind of serve as a prequel to the "Young Jedi Knights". But "Crimson Empire" specifically stands out to me because it was the first Star Wars content I came across where the main character was "one of the bad guys". Just... having that alternate point of view was eye-opening.

I'm not really a video game person (my gaming consists of Lego Star Wars wii and building castles in creative Minecraft), but I do love the storylines in Fallen Order, Battlefront: Inferno Squad/Resurrection, and KOTOR and it's expansions.

Are we counting music? Because in that case pretty much everything both from the OSTs and the epic orchestrations (I have multiple playlists dedicated solely to Star Wars music).

Moving on to the TV shows

I haven't actually watched Andor yet (i know, I'm a disgrace), but I have high hopes based on what I've heard.

I have a love/hate relationship with the Mandalorian. I mean, it's cool, Baby Yoda's cute and the little bits of world-building are nice; plus actually showing how even though the Rebellion won at Endor and toppled the Empire, it still exists (that just killing Palpatine isn't enough to "fix" the galaxy, and not everyone is going to just accept another regime change). And I just love Mandalorians. They're freakin awesome, so having an entire show dedicated to them was cool.

But my main problem with the show was how it practically ignored so much of what Star Wars had already done with Mandalorians. Earlier canon stuff (such as The Clone Wars and Star Wars Rebels) already gave us some pretty solid background and lore to Mandalorian culture and history, and it feels like they kinda just brushed it off in the show (I mean, come on. They literally went all three seasons without even name-dropping Satine) (also, Mandalorians have their own language, multiple dialects of it even, yet we pretty much only heard them speak Galactic Standard. I am saltier than the Dead Sea about this). I also just, expected it to be a little more dark and angsty than what we got (lol went on a bit of a tangent there).

Anyways, next up is Star Wars Rebels. While it is a little more juvenile in execution (i mean, it is a kids show), I think it did a good job in setting up the foundations of the Rebellion, and how small acts can lead to great change. Also just, contextualizing the state of the galaxy under the Empire's thumb and incorporating a lot of the rejected concepts from the Original Trilogy.

And finally, my all-time favorite, The Clone Wars. I practically grew up watching this show. There is just so much to it. While yes, most of it follows Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Ahsoka, we also get entire episodes dedicated to other characters on all sides of the conflict, and the show does a lot to set up later events in Revenge of the Sith and beyond. My favorite thing about the show was the character development. We get to see Anakin in the context of his relationships with others as well as the progression of his downfall. We get to see the clones actually get personalities and become more than the faceless armored bodies of the movies. We get to see the progression of the characters being fired up to fight to steadily getting worn down by all the loss and destruction of war. And we get to witness some of the best character development ever in Ahsoka. There is so much this show gave the fandom that I can't really verbalize it all.

So yeah, these are all my favorite/most memorable pieces of Star War media as well as my thoughts on them.

[secretsolarsystem]

So can we have a continuation of your The Universe Is Made of Stories, Not of Atoms chapter three A Man Cannot Be Too Careful in the Choice of His Enemies? Vader has decided he wants Obi, so how does he plan to get him?

of course you can bestie <33

here's a 1.7k canon-divergent, same age au, raised a sith!Vader, jedi!Obi-Wan, NSFW!!!!! it's all just a blowjob :)

(part one)

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Vader sat on the edge of Obi-Wan’s bed, leaning back on his hands splayed out behind him while he spread and stretched his legs in front of him. He knew it showed off the endless length of his body, which was the whole point. He needed to be enticing, enticing enough to make Obi-Wan overlook the fact that he’d broken into his room. Vader hoped his excitement at having just been knighted moments before mixed with the sudden pang of arousal he was aiming to evoke in the Jedi would make Obi-Wan happy to see him, instead of…unpleasantly surprised.

He fiddled with his cape, making sure it laid nicely, and started to feel kind of silly about his whole get-up when he felt Obi-Wan’s presence coming closer. Kark, his Force signature was so bright, so warm and so happy. Vader almost felt badly about his plan to lure Obi-Wan away from the Jedi, seeing as he seemed to love the Order, but Vader hoped that he would be enough to keep Obi-Wan bright, warm, and happy. He’d do just about anything to make it so.

The sound of the code being punched into the keypad made Vader stop fidgeting and put himself back on display. He made sure to look at the door through his eyelashes, so that when Obi-Wan walked in, he’d be looking at him through his eyelashes, because that was sultry and seductive and sexy – he hoped.

The door slid open, and Obi-Wan walked in, a smile and a laugh lingering on his lips. He froze and his smile fell, though, once he saw Vader. Before Vader could squirm and worry, the corner of Obi-Wan’s mouth quirked up into a smirk, his eyes taking in Vader’s outstretched body. It made Vader flush, even though the lewd glance had been the goal.

“Well hello there,” Obi-Wan said, stepping further in so the door would shut behind him. “Is this a knighting day present, all for me?”

Rolling his eyes, Vader lifted his head only to loll it to the side. “Why don’t you unwrap it and find out?”

Smirk widening to a smile, Obi-Wan came to stand between Vader’s legs, eyes already darkening. “You’ve gotten better at flirting since we last saw each other,” he noted, reaching out and undoing Vader’s cape, letting it pool on the bed about Vader’s hips.

Shrugging, Vader batted away Obi-Wan’s hands and made for his belt and obi, undoing them swiftly with a bit of help with the Force (it was necessary, with all the stupid layers the Jedi wore). “I’ve had lots of time to think about the last time we met.” The time they’d fought and then kissed, the kiss Vader could still taste. “Have you thought about me?”

“Sometimes,” Obi-Wan teased, though he watched with a gasp as Vader shoved his tabards off, letting them drop to the floor. As Vader pushed Obi-Wan’s tunic up, Obi-Wan laughed and asked, “Aren’t I supposed to be unwrapping you?”

Again Vader shrugged, standing to pull the garment all the way off of Obi-Wan’s body. Once it was off and discarded to the floor, the two men stood, their faces mere inches apart, both of them smiling and already beginning to breathe heavily. “I changed my mind,” Vader said, placing his gloved hands on Obi-Wan’s bare abdomen. He let them drag down the expanse of skin as he sat back down on the bed, once again eye level with Obi-Wan’s crotch, where a sizable tent was forming in his pants. Vader’s mouth watered. “What are you doing when you think of me, Obi-Wan?” he asked, fingers moving down to play with his waistband.

“Oh, you know,” Obi-Wan said. It was surely meant to be nonchalant, but it came out impossibly breathy. Probably because of how low Vader was pulling his waistband, just barely above the base of his cock, and maybe also the way Vader was pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to his trembling abdomen.

Humming, Vader smiled against Obi-Wan’s skin, once again looking up at him through his lashes. “I don’t know that I do,” he replied, his breath hitting the spit left behind from his kisses, making Obi-Wan’s whole body shiver. “What is it, exactly, that you do when you think of me?” he asked again, but he didn’t give Obi-Wan and time to answer before he slid his hand up his stomach, over his chest, along his neck and to his mouth. Obi-Wan immediately caught on, and took two fingertips of Vader’s glove between his teeth, biting down and keeping it there as Vader pulled his hand back down.

“Ah,” Vader nodded, bringing his now gloveless hand up to his own mouth to spit in it as he finally pulled Obi-Wan’s pants down, letting his erection spring free and slap his stomach before bobbing in front of Vader’s mouth. Obi-Wan hissed and then gasped, the glove falling from his mouth and to the floor. “Maybe I do know,” Vader smirked. Then, taking the base of Obi-Wan’s cock in his spit-slicked hand, Vader rested the angry red tip on his lips, sticking his tongue out to lap up the precome before pressing a chaste kiss there.

He didn’t feel much more need to tease Obi-Wan, seeing as the man was already trembling and panting so heavily, so Vader took him into his mouth, keeping his tongue flat as he bobbed his head, sucking what of Obi-Wan’s length wasn’t in his fist. As he blew him, he began pumping his hand and twisting his wrist, eliciting the most beautiful moans and whimpers from Obi-Wan.

“Vader,” Obi-Wan breathed, one hand coming down to tangle his fingers in Vader’s hair. The sensation made Vader’s eyes flutter, but he immediately opened them again to watch Obi-Wan fall apart above him. His lips were wet from licking them and red from biting them, his eyes nearly all black pupil, his blush extending from his cheeks down to his freckled chest. “Have you been practicing this too or have you always been good at sucking cock?”

Pulling off with a smile, Vader licked his lips to break the trail of spit connecting them to Obi-Wan’s cock. Vader’s own cock was straining, leaking in his pants, but this was about Obi-Wan. It was all about Obi-Wan, about showing him how good Vader could make him feel, how good Vader could be. It was about making Obi-Wan want so wholly he couldn’t bare not having.

“Does it matter?” he asked before taking Obi-Wan’s cock back into his mouth. Based on the way Obi-Wan’s words turned into breathy moans again, Vader supposed it didn’t – which was good, because he wasn’t sure he wanted to reveal that while he’d never had any complaints about it before, he had been practicing, just to make sure it’d be good for Obi-Wan.

“Fuck. No, it doesn’t, not if you keep going,” Obi-Wan groaned, using the hand in Vader’s hair to guide his movements, keep his rhythm steady. It made Vader’s cock throb in his pants, and he couldn’t help but rock his hips, seeking friction on his length that his pants barely provided.

Obi-Wan must have noticed, because he smiled down at Vader even as his eyes somehow got even darker. “Are you getting off on this? Getting off on having your lips wrapped around my cock?” he asked, his voice somewhere between teasing and disbelieving, like it was too good to be true.

Vader could only moan around Obi-Wan’s cock, making Obi-Wan moan in turn at the sensation. The hand that wasn’t in Vader’s hair grabbed the hand that was on Obi-Wan’s hip and dragged it up the length of his body. Then, without preamble, he shoved two of Vader’s gloved fingers in his mouth, sucking at them at the same rhythm Vader was sucking his cock.

Moaning again and so impossibly close, Vader let go of Obi-Wan’s cock and breathed through his nose as he swallowed it all the way down to the base, burying his nose in the red hairs there. Obi-Wan groaned around his fingers as though punched in the gut and came suddenly down Vader’s throat, making Vaders eyes flutter shut as he swallowed around the pulsing length in his throat, milking it as best he could.

Only when Obi-Wan seemed just overstimulated enough, his mouth slack and panting around his fingers and the hand in Vader’s hair tightening as if he didn’t know if he should push him away or keep him close, Vader pulled off of Obi-Wan’s cock, gasping in deep breaths.

“Karking Sith hells,” Obi-Wan cursed, running a hand through his short hair, instinctively feeling for a braid that was no longer there.

Licking his lips and smiling, Vader stood up. “Kind of you to say.”

Huffing a breathless laugh, Obi-Wan reached down and palmed Vader’s aching cock, his smile syrupy and his eyes half lidded. “Why don’t you sit back down and let me return the favor?”

Humming as though in thought, Vader cupped Obi-Wan’s face and pulled him in for a kiss, letting Obi-Wan lick the taste of himself off Vader’s tongue and from behind his teeth. After letting himself rut into Obi-Wan’s hand a few times, Vader pulled away completely, giving Obi-Wan another smile.

“Maybe next time,” he said, then he stepped around Obi-Wan and made for the door, consciously making sure to walk as normally as possible.

“What- Wait, Vader! You’re leaving?” Obi-Wan sputtered, and Vader could hear him jumping around as he rushed to pull his pants back up.

Turning to look at Obi-Wan over his shoulder, Vader smiled. “Congratulations, Knight Kenobi.”

With that, he left, leaving behind Obi-Wan and all of his confusion and lingering arousal he was projecting loudly into the Force. It made Vader smile to himself as he rushed to his ship. Step one of his plan to get Obi-Wan was a success. Now was time for step two: to jack off to the memory of the feel and sounds of Obi-Wan, because kriff it still had Vader harder than he’d ever been in his life. Then, step three: wait for Obi-Wan to come to him for more, and if he didn’t, give him more to want.

If anything, needing his glove and cape back gave him an excuse to stop by for another visit.

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