#Sith: walking faster

[bimbo-baggins17]

could you do a smut for anakin/unburnt vader where he manipulates you into finally being with him & joining the dark side and possibly where your memory is wiped of him doing everything bad to get to the dark side because it was all for YOU and he can’t risk losing you? also him using the force on you and him just being totally obsessive 😵‍💫😫

i hope this request is okay i’m so bad at this lmao 🖤

BORK BORK BORK HI I LOVED THIS AHHHHHH also my first Vader piece 🥲🫶 also this is maybe a littler darker than what you had intended 😅

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“Stop fighting me, my love,” Anakin, or rather Darth Vader grits out from above you as he fishes his throbbing cock out from under his robes. Any other time you’d be begging but now you’re acting like an ungrateful bitch. Couldn’t you see this was all for you??

You claw at his chest, trying to push him away, crying. “No, no please don’t Anakin,” You beg, squirming underneath him, unable to look at his now yellowed eyes for long.

If you had just listened to him and stayed put where he told you to then you wouldn’t have had to of witnessed the horrors he committed and he wouldn’t have to be here trying to convince the love of his life he wasn’t the monster you now saw him as.

He shakes his head, “Can’t do that sweetheart, you need to see I’m still your Ani…that I still love you. Now quit moving.” He folds your legs up, keeping you from moving them.

You swat at his chest, trying to shove him away. He clenches his teeth at your continued fighting, getting even more pissed. Why couldn’t you just listen?? With the force, he instantly pins your arms down against the ground, enabling any movement.

“HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME!!” You cry out, it’s your last resort now. He growls out before suddenly you can’t speak, your words cut off. Your eyes widen as your throat tightens.

“Can’t ever just listen,” He huffs out in anger. His thick tip prods your entrance. Despite not wanting him, your body betrays you and works to welcome his familiar touch. “Wouldn’t have to do this,” He breathes out as he quickly sinks his length into your gummy walls, “if you just listened in the first place.”

His hips snap into you at a brutal pace, “This is all for you. Can’t you see that?” He captures his bottom lip between his teeth, eyebrows pulling together at the intoxicating feel of your pussy around his cock.

He killed them. He killed them. His friends, allys, people who trusted him. Children. Oh god the children.

Your mind repeats it all, the pictures flashing through your mind of what you walked into.

“Kriff. Stop it!” The only downside to him having such a close connection with you is that with your force signatures intermingled, he can read, rather see your thoughts. And now you’re just reminding him of the monster he unintentionally became for you.

Anakin’s hold on your legs is released and you think maybe, just maybe, you somehow got through to him. But no, nothings that easy. His hands come to your temples and your eyes widen in fear, the tears spilling out faster. He was going to kill you.

“No, no, I’m not gonna kill you. Never kill you, sweet girl.” And it’s weird how his soft tone almost soothes you. His eyes close and at first you’re confused, a slight tingly feeling starting in your head. It grows until you’re left looking up at just love of your life.

He knows it’s wrong, but it also worked seeing how your gaze softens and your pussy accommodates his length that’s still fully sheathed in you. Anakin stops keeping you so pinned down, allowing you to speak.

“Ani?” Your tone is quiet, almost a whisper. Your memory of all the atrocities was wiped clean, but you aren’t blind. You can see the Sith eyes that took the place of the beautiful blue ones you used to get lost in. Your hand comes up to the side of his face.

He shakes his head, leaning into your touch, “It’s okay my love, I promise. It’s still me,” Slowly he starts to rock his hips into you again.

A soft moan slips past your plump lips, “B-but-“ You try to argue but the way his cock ruts deliciously into you is enough to start scrambling your brain, “..a..S-Sith?”

He sighs, leaning down so his face was close to your’s, something he always loved about missionary. “The Jedi lie, baby..they’re hypocrites..all liars,” He sucks in a breath, trying to keep himself from cumming before he makes his point, “..wanted to keep us apart..didn’t want me to succeed.” His lips find the pulse point of your neck, leaving a wet kiss there. “Wouldn’t make me a master…despite forcing me to have a padawan..didn’t matter how much I proved myself to them..” He snaps his hips into you to punctuate every few words. “They wanted me miserable.”

“But..the..the dark side..?” You whimper.

“Unlimited power,” He breathes out, “can keep us safe. You safe. No more death. Did this all for you baby..”

He takes your legs and folds them up again, not to pin you down but to hit all the angles only he can reach that make your toes curl. He draws a loud unashamed moan from you.

“Join me..” He rasps out.

The closer you get to your orgasm the less you can pay attention. He can tell so he slows the roll of his hips down to an agonizing pace. You whine at the lack of stimulation but it draws you back to the moment. He comes to grip your jaw to keep your eyes on him.

“Join me,” He repeats, “Join me and together we shall rule the galaxy.”

His eyes are pleading, his words almost whimpered. It still feels like your Ani in that moment. You don’t take long to think before you’re nodding your head.

He grins down at you, placing a soft kiss to your lips, “That’s a good girl. Now hold on for me.” He picks the pace back up, pounding into your pussy, relishing in the wet squelching as she gushes around his throbbing length. This was reward enough for the crimes he’s committed.

Instead of pulling out, he greedily allows himself to cum inside, stuffing his seed deep in your cunt that milks him dry. He can excuse the younglings he murdered if he can see your belly swollen with children of his own.

“There we go, my love. I knew you’d see reason.” He coos lovingly after finding his bearings. He presses soft kisses to your sweaty face. He slips himself out, scooping the cum that spills out back into your pussy.

“Our family will rebuild the galaxy. We’ll rule it all, sweetheart

[tennessoui]

first of all happy mayday and then also happy mermay

so au where anakin, human, falls in love with padmé, young mermaid queen of atlantis, and he finds a way to become a merman to be with her (she helps him because she's a queen lol it takes a bit of political maneuvering to get the sea witch to do the magic and ok now the sith have a small piece of their own territory in atlantis but it's worth it because they get to be together) but now someone has to show anakin how to be a merperson because it's not intuitive and he's really fucking bad at it like 'got his arm bitten off by a shark because he couldn't figure out how to swim faster that the shark' bad at it

and padmé is much too busy being queen and preparing for their wedding ceremony so...enter her most trusted advisor, obi-wan kenobi

obi-wan doesn't know what he did to deserve this sort of punishment. it's bad enough that the queen went rogue like this, gave the sith their own legitimate territory, and messed with dark magic just to get some tail (lol) but now obi-wan has to deal with it?? obi-wan has to teach anakin how to swim? the correct titles of their royals and how to pronounce them? the correct way to eat? obi-wan has to show him how to dress and deal with his sometimes surly countenance and his incessant need to touch everything he sees, up to and including the bright blue scales of obi-wan's fins--something only mates are supposed to touch??? obi-wan has to put his hands on anakin's waist and move his body to pump up and down and not side to side as humans walk??? obi-wan must carefully brush out his hair and treat it with their special concoctions so as to preserve its curl despite being underwater all the time now???

(they definitely fall in love which makes them both feel very, very guilty, except the truth is anakin and padmé's match is less true love and more fleeting infatuation now that they get to spend longer than a few seconds together)

[citruswriter]

The Call of a Lover

Pairing: Reader x Anakin Skywalker

Reader Is: Afab, gender neutral, former Jedi, firebender, trading merchant.

Anakin Is: Sith Lord, Uncharred (ik BBQ is tasty but still no crispy Anakin for you).

Citrus Rating: ✨Lemon✨

Warnings: They/Them pronouns, little to no paragraphs, sloppy writing (haven't written smut in ages), p in v, oral (f receiving), choking, mild degradation, not proof read, fluff at the end.

A/N: This is ✨part two✨ to my dream/fanfic. So enjoy.

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Sunlight. Warmth. Cotton. Those are the first few things you noticed as you cracked your eyes open. Groaning in pain, you looked around. You weren't on the starship anymore. Slowly dragging yourself up to sit up, you looked around and saw you had been transported to a planet's surface. Rubbing your eyes you looked out the opened windows to see lush green grass and flower meadows. But you didn't get to admire their beauty for long, pain in your chest arising. Wincing you did your best to stand up and drag your way over to the simple vanity that was pressed up against one of the cobblestone walls. Looking at yourself in the mirror, you noticed the change of clothes you had been put in. A long baggy shirt and a pair of simple underwear. "Was this Anakin's doing?" You muttered to yourself, gently touching the shirt. It was soft... Clearing your throat you did your best to peel the shirt off and toss it to the side, leaving your body bare, minus the underwear you were still in. You winced at the wound on your chest. Although your body had regenerated quite a lot, it was still pretty nasty. Turning to view your back, you were relieved to see that at least the wound on your back had completely closed. Igniting a hand with your flames, you began to circle the fire over your chest wound, causing it to heal up faster.

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Anakin chewed his lip as the medic spoke to him. "They seem to be fine, no doubt due to the self healing properties their species possesses. The wound on their chest may need some extra treatment but other than that, they should make a full recovery." She stated in a soft tone, she could practically feel the anxiety rolling of the Sith Lord. He nodded, relieved. "Thank you, doctor. You are dismissed". He replied with a wave of his hand. The doctor nodded before making her way out of the small cottage-like house and to her tiny ship. Sighing, he perked up when he heard movement from the room you had been placed in. Standing up, he grabbed a glass and jug full of freshly squeezed orange juice. They'll prolly be thirsty... He thought as he poured you a glass. Running a hand through his hair nervously he shakily picked up the glass and made his way to the room. It had been so long since he had seen you. He always dreamed for the day that he'd see you again, although never under such dire circumstances. He parted the curtains to the room and almost dropped the glass at what he saw. You. Almost completely naked, flames over your chest as you healed your wound the rest of the way. Eyes screwed shut as you pushed through the pain, chest heaving as you painted, cheeks flushed red. It was a sight to behold and he had to duck back out of view and take a few deep breaths. Oh fuck. He thought as he felt his pants tighten. He felt horrible but he couldn't help but feel this way when you looked like that.

Taking another deep breath he quietly walked in and walked up behind you. "Feeling better?" He murmured, causing you to jump and shriek in surprise. Anakin couldn't help but laugh as you stood up and whipped around, arms covering your chest. "ANAKIN!" You shouted, both embarrassed and startled. He couldn't help it, you looked like a startled bird. He started laughing and you couldn't help but relax at the sound of his musical laughter. "Oh relax. It's only me." He said with a roll of his eyes, lifting the hand holding the cup of orange juice. "Thirsty?" He questioned, holding it up close to your mouth. You looked up at him through your eyelashes before nervously pressing your lips against the glass. Anakin tipped the glass up slightly, allowing you to drink as much as you wanted. You hummed and went to pull back, but Anakin didn't catch on soon enough that you were done. You gasped as the cold orange juice spilled, dripping down your chin and splashing your neck and chest. "Shit. I'm so sorry, princess". He muttered as he grabbed the shirt you had previously been wearing and using it to clean you up. "So uh, how have you been?" You asked, causing him to look up into your eyes with those gorgeous blue eyes of his. He smiled and shook his head softly, "Really, (Y/N)? We haven't seen each other in years and the first thing you ask me after all this time is how I've been?" You pouted at him. "Oh I'm sooooo sorry I couldn't come up with a better question, Lord Vadar". You playfully snapped. Anakin winced and began wiping your chest, silently remarking how well your wound had healed. "Don't call me that. I'm just Anakin with you," he muttered, grabbing your face gently so he could clean your face. "Just Anakin?" You echoed, lifting your gaze to see him. He was so close, you could kiss him if you wanted to. His nose was mere centimeters from yours. He drug his knuckles softly up your shoulder before leaning in to place his hands on the vanity behind you. "Just Anakin". He confirmed. Leaning back yourself, you lifted your head to brush your nose against his. "Well then, Just Anakin. How have you been?" You questioned once more, causing him to smile softly. "Hm. I've been ok. Could be better though". He replied honestly. "Oh? Anything I can do to help?" You questioned. Anakin let out a shaky breath deciding instead to drop his head to the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like he used to when you were still Jedi. But it was different this time. You didn't smell like old Jedi scrolls or like the flowers that grew in the gardens anymore. You smelled like the stars, you smelled like home. "Maybe..." He replied after a moment of just nuzzling your neck. Heat crept up onto your cheeks.

"Ani?" You squeaked out. You went to touch him but he grabbed your wrist. "Fuck you haven't called me that in ages." He breathed and you clenched your thighs together at his deep tone. An action that didn't go unnoticed, smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. You tried to wiggle your wrist free so you could touch him, but he tightened his grip and growled softly. "Touch me and I won't be able to hold myself back," he warned, grip softening so you could free yourself if you so wished. "I haven't seen you in so long. I never thought I'd ever see you again. Touch me and I'll make sure you never leave my sight again". He was giving you a choice. You reached your hands forward, pulling him back so you could cradle his face, fingertips brushing his curls back. "Ani..." You whispered, causing him to shudder. You leaned in, mouth hovering over his. "I've wanted you since we were Padawans..." That was all he needed. His hands found you in an instant, pulling you up and into the air, clutching you close to him before tossing you onto the bed. "You're gonna regret this, pretty girl". He said, lust dancing in his eyes as he drank your figure in. "Then be my favorite mistake," you cooed, arms reaching out to him. He pounced onto you, lips bruising yours in an instant. He practically devoured you, lips moving across your lips and neck, nipping and biting as if he were starving. Hands gripped at your legs as he pulled you closer to him, clothed length grinding against your core. You hummed in pleasure, rolling your head back. Anakin took advantage of this, attacked your neck as his large hands gripped at your bare skin. He trailed his fingertips over your body before grabbing your waist and forcing your hips to smash against his. "Ani!" You whined out. You felt like you were suffocating. Head spinning as you just laid there and let him do what he wanted to your body. You were essentially high off his presence and you best believe that he knew it. Hands reaching for your underwear, he made quick work of taking them off before diving between your legs.

You cried out as you felt his tongue make contact with your core. You tried to wiggle free, lifting your hips in a poor attempt to get away. "Ah ah ah. I don't think so, princess. I wanna taste you," he said, arms hooking under your legs to keep you in place. You whimpered and Anakin kissed your inner thighs in reassurance before returning to his meal. Tongue circling your clothes as you whined again. He certainly knew what he was doing as he lapped at your folds that were covered in slick. Latching onto your pearl he began to suck, eyes drifting up to watch you writhe and moan. Desperately wanting to stop him before the orgasm you felt coming over came you, you grabbed his curls and tugged. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Ani. W-Wait, fuck. Anakin, I'm gonna-" "Gonna what? Cum? What you don't wanna cum on my tongue?" He taunted, kissing up your body. You moaned again, body reacting to every touch. He chuckled before dropping down to kiss your lips once more. Your hands slipped under his shirt, trying to peel off his clothes. "M-Maybe another time." You replied as you slipped his shirt off before grabbing at his belt. "Please Ani," You whined, getting impatient. "Please. Need you so bad, baby". He groaned at the desperation in your tone and obliged, stripping himself of his clothes before nestling in between your legs again. "You're so fucking beautiful," he cooed, kissing your neck as he grabbed his shaft in order to better guide his tip to your core. You whined again and desperation and threw your head back, throwing a mild tantrum. "Hurry uuuuuuup!" You pleaded. Anakin couldn't help but laugh at your desperation. "You see me for the first time in years and you just become my cock hungry whore almost instantly. How precious". You snapped your head up and glared up at him. "I've waited for this moment since we were both teenagers. If you don't fucking rail me til I can't speak, I swear Anakin I will-!" Your angry rant was cut off as the man above you thrusted up into you, him immediately setting a brutal pace in you. "Sorry what? What was that?" He grabbed your neck, squeezing tightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to give you a buzz. "Sorry I can't hear your brattiness over the noise of your pussy squelching around my dick from how wet you are". He let your neck go, choosing instead to claw at your flesh, making angry red lines.

You cried out in pain and attempted to snap back at him but all that left your mouth was mindless babble, words refusing to form in your mind as you became more and more cock dumb. Trembling as he gripped your hips to angle them down, you yelped as he hit that spongy spot within your walls, causing your vision to temporarily whiten. A strew of stuttered curse words left your mouth as he kept pounding away within you. His chest was heaving, sweat beaded across his forehead as he focused on forcing you to come undone. "Fuck... So tight... So close..." He muttered, hot breath fanning against your neck, causing you to tremble. Ducking his head more to latch onto your neck. Moaning, you rolled your head back, a knot forming in your stomach. "Ani. Ani please. Please I'm so close". You whined out. He didn't respond to you, only pressing a palm to your lower stomach so you could feel his cock more as he bullied your cervix. You cried his name out as you orgasmed, him groaning and cumming inside you only a few seconds later. The both of you stayed there for a moment, catching your breath. "I love you..." You whispered. Anakin chuckled softly and pulled out finally, lifting his head to gently kiss you on the mouth. "I love you too, pretty girl. Now let's get cleaned up".

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BONUS

"Anakin Skywalker!" You yelled and Anakin sheepishly peaked his head into the bedroom, "Yes, my love? Am I in trouble?" He asked with a nervous chuckle. "Yes you are!" You said in an exasperated tone as you threw some sort of stick at him. Scrambling to catch it he held it up. It was a pregnancy test... A positive pregnancy test. "We have sex ONE TIME! And you've somehow already knocked me up!" You said with a nervous laugh. He stared at you with wide eyes before rushing over to scoop you up and spin you around. "This is amazing! I've always wanted to be a dad!" He beamed. "Oh really?" You mused. "Yeah. Hey I've got a new nickname for you". He replied mischievously. "Oh and let me guess, mommy?" You said with a playful scoff. "I was thinking Mrs. Skywalker but that one works too". He cooed, causing you to become all flustered but you smiled none the less before kissing him. He happily returned the kiss and the two of you stayed that way. Blissfully wrapped up in each other's arms with whispers of the future.

I'm sorry it took SO DAMN LONG to finally finish writing this. Work has burnt me out so badly. But I finally finished so hell yea! Sorry if it's shit tho, been ages since I've written smut. 😭

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[emoani]

summary: the sith lord darth vader is in love with you and your baby blue dress

pairing: darth vader x f!reader

warnings: insinuation of sex, vader in love, but still an evil sith lord

observation: i dedicate this post to my corazón @fuckmyskywalker because his favorite color is blue

▪︎baby blue dress▪︎

You run your hands through your hair, smoothing it down for the thousandth time. Until you hear his breathing. Vader has finally arrived, and that makes you excited.

- Are you getting ready for our special night, honey? Have you already chosen what you are going to wear? -His voice comes out through the modulator, he was looking for you anxiously in that big suite, but he doesn't see you.

- It's a surprise - You tease him, with a smile on your lips, you were hiding somewhere in the room so he wouldn't find you, even knowing he could do it quickly with force.

- Ok, darling. I'll do my best to guess. Will I get to know what you're wearing tonight? - Vader joins in the fun.

- At night... - You pause pretending to think - I won't wear anything!

The Lord takes a while to answer you, his breathing gets faster. You had managed to affect him with so little and it was so much fun.

- Honey... Please say you're going to use something...

You laugh at him.

- Yes love. I'll wear it, usually in front of others.

- Don't make me anxious, my dear. What are you going to wear for our special night?

- A long baby blue dress - You describe what you were wearing at the time and walk slowly towards him, feeling his anxiety.

- Forgive me, but I have to be honest... You're going to look like a goddess, dressed in a baby blue dress... Your eyes and hair match the blue so well - As he's talking you approach and poke his shoulder. He, anxious, can't stop touching you from your hair to your beautiful blue dress. He is in love with what he sees - Baby, you look beautiful, my love...

You laugh, so happy as you wrap your arms around your man to hug him. You loved him so much.

- Who knew that one would say I would see a Lord so in love like this - you think aloud.

- Honey, I feel like a seventeen-year-old boy by your side. I won't be able to take my eyes off you all night!

His voice might not be able to convey that much emotion, but how could you not be moved by those words? Vader could look so bad to other people, but not to you because you understood him. And that's why he loved you. You understood why he ended up that way, you waited for him for years until he allowed someone into his heart again. You loved that bad guy. And he didn't care what people said. You loved him so much that you would always be there for him, follow him to every planet and ignore the bodies he would leave lying around.

- I don't get used to so many compliments - you says blushing.

- Don't worry. When I marry you, I will always give you compliments. I will always tell you how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me, how you are the woman of my life...

Its robotic arms were around your waist, holding you as tight as if you were going to walk away.

- I'm looking forward to kissing you now. But I'll control myself until dinner time... give me a hug, I'll control myself until later.

You can't not laugh about it all. Oh, how she loved him.

- How will dinner work, since you can't eat with me? - Worried question - Won't you mind?

It wasn't the first time you said that. Ever since you started planning this night, you've been insisting that you can skip that part. But Vader always said he wanted to give you the full experience of a romantic night. That included dinner. He made it very clear that it wasn't an option to skip this part, however you were so insistent.

- We've already talked about this - He reminds you, walking around the room - I don't care, as long as I'm with you, my dear. I will feed myself with your beauty, with your personality, with your presence, with the air you breathe, with the same air you exhale when you kiss me. I'll be by your side, watching you eat... To be honest: I'll be very focused on you; I want to see every little bite you take...

So passionate.

- You're obsessed with me, so glad I am with you too

- I'm a Sith Lord, but I'm the most passionate being you've ever seen.

(...)

You continued exchanging flirtations the entire time. As you walked, while Vader chose a good ship to take you to the planet he chose just for that night.

The whole place was beautiful, as well as the dinner. The place he took you to was more romantic than he expected. The walls with glass chandeliers. The soft wood floors, and the brightly lit stairs. There are roses on the ceiling. It's all perfect.

And the dinner that Vader insisted so much on was great, and once again you imagined what it would be like if that accident on Mustafar had not happened, you were sad to think that he could no longer feel and enjoy certain things.

- Honey - Vader says and you know he was in your thoughts - I'm feeling good now. We still have the whole night ahead of us.

You finish eating and thank him. The androids begin to silently clear the food from the table.

- I'm anxious to know where this night will take us - You observe.

- I can use my mind to show you a little what awaits you. Do you feel, my love?

You, still sitting, raise an eyebrow without quite understanding what he is saying. Seconds later you tremble all over, feeling an invisible touch between your legs. Was he really teasing you like that? You bite your lip and lower your head in embarrassment. You were out in public, by the way. Even if there was no one else in the place besides the androids.

- So, my queen? Are you feeling my rage? My desire to have you in that blue dress?

You squeeze your own thigh, trying in vain to contain the trembling in your legs as he, through the Force, touches you.

- Vader, please... - You ask softly - Not here.

- Here, yes. Do you think you have the right to deny me something? - He speaks each word slowly, as if he wasn't doing anything - I demand to be rewarded.

And you who were being stimulated the whole time, trying to hold your breath, don't even think about stopping it. Who did you want to fool? He was the Sith Lord, your Lord and he could boss you around and do whatever he wanted. And he knows it.

- As you wish - You answer, making your submission clear.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: smut! 18+: bdsm kinks, mention of blood.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: The encounter with Bloodhair had left you and Sihtric both with a hunger.

word count: 4,4k

Note: direct follow up to part 3! Sihtric and reader needed a little break, okay, so here's a whole smut chapter, with some fluff. But fret not, the drama will continue soon. [part 1] [part 2]

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‘Gods, lady,’ Sihtric chuckled, trying to catch his breath, ‘you’re full of surprises.’

‘Don’t expect this to become a regular thing,’ you giggled, still panting.

You looked at each other and both started to laugh, then Sihtric pulled you in his arms and nuzzled your neck.

‘I love you,’ he whispered.

‘I love you too,’ you smiled.

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Sex with Sihtric was always good, but tonight had just been the absolute best.

After the encounter with Bloodhair, you both felt strangely aroused. And angry. Sihtric had fucked you in the kitchen while his blood still ran down his face, but he had been passionate and gentle, despite him being full of rage.

Afterwards you had cleaned and fixed up the wound on his forehead, and you had quickly made some dinner, which you ate as you both tried to relax on the couch. But it was only a short moment later when you found yourself nearly naked on your couch, riding Sihtric, when you had barely recovered from your first round. But that didn’t stop the two of you from fucking out the anger and frustration you both still had from the event earlier that day. You ended up bent over your couch as Sihtric slammed into you from behind, and it didn’t take long before you both came in such an aggressive manner that you were sure your neighbours, on all sides, had heard it.

After that you both really needed a moment to recover and as you were still somewhat covered with Sihtric’s blood, you decided to shower together. However, Sihtric recovered much faster than you did, and you could have known it was a bad idea to shower with him as you knew it’s his favourite place to have sex with you. 

You had barely washed the shampoo out of your hair, your legs still shaky, when Sihtric pushed you up against the wall with a smirk and dark eyes. And even if you weren’t sure you could handle him for another round, you simply couldn’t resist him, being just as eager as he was. 

‘Sith, I’m sore,’ you sighed, knowing damn well you were about to give in to him.

‘Good,’ he smirked, ‘this is your punishment for lying to me about the whole situation.’

You had to admit you loved this punishment. He felt so good inside you, even when you felt sore. And while his cum was still dripping down your thigh, you told him that three times was enough for you, to which Sihtric only smirked as he pulled up his sweatpants.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before he walked off to the bedroom. You cleaned yourself up and got dressed too. You made yourself some tea and as you picked up Sihtric’s pants from the kitchen floor you noticed something fell out. You picked up the small box and saw the name of a local jewellery store printed on it. You frowned and suddenly you gasped with big eyes.

‘Sihtric?’ you shouted.

‘Yes, my love?’ he called from the bedroom.

You found Sihtric on your bed, shirtless, with his wet hair tied into a bun, leaning back against the bed frame with one hand behind his head as he scrolled on his phone. You stood in the door opening, staring at him as you held his pants in one hand and the jewellery box in your other.  

‘Love?’ Sihtric asked as he looked up and frowned at you, before he realised what you were holding.

‘What… what is this?’ you asked with a shaky voice and Sihtric’s eyes grew big, ‘I found it on the flo-’

‘Fuck!’ Sihtric muttered while he quickly jumped up and snatched the small box out of your hands. You kept staring at him as he sat back down on the bed, watching him sigh as he looked at the box in his hands. He shook his head and snorted for being so foolish, then he licked his lips and looked up at you.

‘My love,’ Sihtric said with a sweet smile as he bit down on his lip. 

He reached out for your hand and pulled you closer to him. You smiled nervously and frowned lightly, not entirely sure what he was up to.

‘This,’ he sighed and held up the box, ‘is not how I had planned to do it. Well, I mean,’ he chuckled, ‘not that I really had a plan, but you know,’ he smiled and winked at you, ‘there’s no point in hiding it anymore, which clearly… I didn’t do well either.’

Sihtric paused and took a deep breath while he squeezed your hand. You still couldn’t come up with anything to say, so you just kept staring at him, thinking how sweet and awkward he becomes when he gets a little shy, contrary to how confident and cheeky he had been in the shower. And on the couch. And also in the kitchen…

Sihtric got up from the bed and lowered himself down to one knee. And then it suddenly dawned on you. You gasped and shook your head.

‘Sihtric… I… this…’ you stammered and smiled nervously.

He chuckled and pressed his index finger against his lips, telling you to just be quiet.

‘I know you will scold me for this, lady, but I have been meaning to do this ever since the first time I met you. And I know right now things are simply insane and not as they should be, but maybe that actually makes this the perfect moment. Because I love you. And I know you are afraid that I will leave you because of the trouble you’re in, but I won’t. I swear it, on my life and Thor’s hammer. Let your troubles become our troubles, we will fix it together, I promise. And I know you haven’t told me everything, but let me tell you,’ he chuckled, ‘there are things I still need to tell you about myself too. But I wish to be with you, my love, for the rest of my life. And hopefully after that, I will meet you in Valhalla so we will remain together in eternity. But until then, I want to call you my wife in this lifetime. So, my love,’ Sihtric said, taking a ring out of the box and holding your hand again as he held up the ring with his other hand, ‘will you give me the honour of being your man? Will you marry me?’

‘Sihtric, I…’ you gasped and let out a sob, ‘of course I want to marry you! But-’

Sihtric got up and before you could say anything else he captured your lips in a kiss. He sighed and laughed when he pulled away, quickly wiping away a tear that had escaped his eyes, and he took your hand in his again.

‘By the gods,’ Sihtric mumbled as he slipped the ring on your finger with shaky hands, and sighed in relief when the ring seemed to fit perfectly.

‘It’s… it’s beautiful,’ you smiled, ’and it fits perfectly!’

Sihtric wiped your tears away and cupped your cheeks. You placed your hands on his bare chest and saw how he slightly flinched at the cold ring around our finger.

‘Yeah,’ you chuckled, ‘that’s how I always feel with your rings.’

‘Shh, lady,’ he smiled and brushed his lips against yours before he pecked them, ‘now, I know you said three times was enough for you. But,’ he paused and shrugged with a smirk. You raised an eyebrow and rolled your eyes to tease him.

‘Do you, Sihtric Kjartansson, have another round in you then?’

‘Mhm,’ he hummed and squinted his eyes, ‘so the real question here,’ he smirked and picked you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist, ‘is if the future lady Kjartansson has another round in her?’

‘I do,’ you giggled.

‘You better,’ Sihtric teased and threw you on the bed, ‘because, my lady,’ he sighed as he got on top of you, leaning in to whisper his next words, ‘I will fuck you so hard to make sure that everyone will hear how I have claimed you, that you will be my wife.’

‘Please,’ you begged, placing your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer.

‘Yeah? You’d like that?’ he smirked and flicked his tongue over your lips before giving you a wet kiss, ‘you want me to fuck you hard?’ he breathed heavily.

‘I want you for once to-’ you choked on your words when Sihtric slipped his hand down your pants and you moaned at his touch.

He smirked at the effect he had on you and wasted no time pulling your underwear completely down.

‘You want me to do what, hm?’ he asked as he slid two fingers inside you.

‘Oh, fuck,’ you moaned, closing your eyes and digging your nails into his shoulders.

‘What do you want me to do?’ Sihtric asked again and brought his lips to your neck, sucking and biting your pulse points while he continued to finger you.

‘Ah, Sihtric,’ you sighed with a smile and arched your back into him, causing him to groan. He pulled his fingers out of you and bit your ear.

‘Lady, I will not ask again,’ he said curtly with a hoarse voice, and he slapped your soaking cunt with such force, it left a tingling sensation that was almost enough to make you cum, causing you to let out a loud gasp which turned into a moan.

‘I want you to fuck me so good, Sith, and for once not hold back, like you always do,’ you hissed while you were panting.

Sihtric looked down at you with big, dark eyes, and you smirked when you felt how hard you were making him with your words.

‘I want you to ravish me, babe,’ you continued, not believing your filthy desires finally spilled out of your own mouth, ‘show me the way you wish to dominate your future wife. But…’ you paused and chuckled, trailing your hands down his chest into his sweatpants, cupping his hard cock in your hands, watching him clench his jaw.

‘But what?’ Sihtric groaned and slapped your wet cunt hard again. 

You cried out a moan and swore you’ve never felt this aroused in your life. You never had a rough lover before, so you never knew you would enjoy it this much. And you desperately wanted Sihtric to show you how he likes it, not holding anything back. Even if it would be too much, you just wanted to know how your future husband wishes to be pleased.

‘But I don’t want to be treated as your future wife right now,’ you whispered, placing open mouth kisses on his neck, ‘fuck me like I am your slut and treat me like I am your whore. Use me, Sith, in every possible way, for your pleasure only, I am ready for your desires.’

‘Fuck,’ Sihtric grunted, struggling to keep himself together upon hearing your words. 

He got up and leaned his back against the bed frame, watching as you took off his sweatpants.

‘You’re so hard for me,’ you chuckled after you pulled his boxers down, ‘and so fucking big, baby,’ you sighed and licked your lips, ‘show me how you like it.’

Sihtric moaned loudly and cursed something you didn’t understand, but you knew you were making him lose his mind, which was exactly what you wanted, knowing he would not be able to hold back then.

‘I will,’ he laughed mischievously, ‘I will show you how I like it.’

He placed one hand on the nape of your neck, moving up and grabbing a fistful of your hair while he cupped your breast with his other hand. He leaned in to brush his lips over your neck, before lightly biting down, leaving love bites. You hummed at the feeling and pulled his hair tie out, wanting to brush your fingers through his wild hair. You heard his chuckle in your ear as he squeezed your breast firmly, before he slapped it hard. He did it again to your other breast, making you squeal and giggle as you pulled his hair. He moaned and kissed his way up from your neck to your lips. 

He kissed and sucked your lips, humming at the taste of you as he slid his tongue in your mouth. He deepened the kiss by putting pressure on you as his hand was still tangled in your hair, and he swallowed your moan when he spanked your wet slit again.

Sihtric licked your lips before he pulled away and roughly pushed you face down on the bed. He moved his hand from the back of your head down to our ass, squeezing one cheek firmly before he spanked you, making you let out a moan.

‘Do you like that?’ his voice was husky.

‘Yes, please,’ you smiled.

You felt he moved away from the bed for a moment but was quick to place his hand back on your burning skin again.

‘And what about this?’

He then spanked you hard with his leather belt, causing you to let out a loud, short scream. You felt Sihtric lean down and his lips brushed against your ear.

‘Do you like that, baby?’ his voice low and playful.

‘Ah, fuck,’ you gasped and chuckled, surprised by how much you actually liked it, ‘do it again, please, harder.’

Sihtric chuckled lightly, moving back up, and he used his belt on you again and harder this time, making you cry out in pleasure as your hands grabbed onto the bed sheets tightly.

Sihtric smiled satisfyingly as he watched you trying to come to your senses. He got up from the bed and you felt his hand wrap around your ankle, you giggled when he pulled you to the edge of the bed, towards him, and you turned to face him. Before you knew it he tied his belt around your ankle and he leaned in to kiss you.

‘Trust me?’ he spoke softly and looked into your eyes.

‘Yes, my love,’ you sighed, knowing your thoughts would not trail off this time as you could barely think straight.

‘You’re mine,’ he smiled against your lips, ‘and I will kill for you.’

He leaned slightly back to watch your reaction, wanting to make sure you wouldn’t let fear consume you again before he continued. But this time you smiled at him and bit your lip, which made him chuckle.

‘I know you will,’ you smirked, ‘I saw the way you handled Bloodhair.’

You moved your hands up to his hair again and pulled him closer.

‘And it was so hot,’ you moaned in his ear, ‘you are so hot, Sihtric, everything you do, and everything about you.’

Sihtric hissed at your words and tugged at his belt around your ankle, giving you a warning. You chuckled and kissed his clenched jaw.

‘Even your scars are hot,’ you smiled, tracing your fingertips across his scarred cheek, ‘and your bad temper too, baby.’

‘I do not have a bad temper,’ Sihtric raised an eyebrow and smirked.

‘Sure,’ you rolled your eyes, ‘I should punish you for lying just now.’

‘I’d love to see that.’

‘Hm, you do?’ you smirked, placing your hand flat on his cheek.

‘Oh, I dare you to do it.’

You rubbed your hand softly over his cheek as you bit your lip with a smile, watching how he stared intensely at you, provoking you with his sly smile.

‘You think I won’t punish you?’

‘Oh, I am hoping you will. I won’t stop you, but there will be consequences,’ Sihtric grinned.

‘And what will those be?’

‘You’ll see.’

Without any hesitation you suddenly slapped Sihtric’s cheek, harder than you expected and you both stared at each other for a second with big eyes, surprised at what had just happened. You broke out in a giggle and covered your mouth with your hands when Sihtric smirked and took a deep breath before he gently wrapped his free hand around your throat.

‘Again,’ he said sternly.

‘Sith, no,’ you smiled with a frown. 

You had never slapped anyone before, not in an erotic way at least, and you weren’t sure how far to take this or what exactly he liked.

‘I said again,’ Sihtric hissed, tugging harshly at the belt around your ankle.

‘I don’t want to bruise your face,’ you chuckled lightly, rubbing your thumb over his reddened cheek, ‘gods, you’re so fucking beautiful, Sihtric.’

He suddenly tightened his hand around your throat, not quite choking you, but letting you know that even if he liked to be slapped in his face, he was still the one in charge.

‘You can praise me when I fuck you,’ Sihtric snarled, ‘but you obey now. Is that clear?’

‘Yes,’ you smirked, knowing you were pushing his limit.

‘Yes?’ Sihtric squeezed your throat a little harder, ‘yes?’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘That’s right.’

Sihtric pulled his hand away from your throat and tugged at his belt around your ankle again, while you gasped lightly for air. He tied the belt to the bed frame, keeping an eye on you still as he did, and as you seemed calm and enjoying it, he tied it a little tighter, causing you to hiss lightly at the feeling.

‘Is that all?’ you chuckled when he was done, ‘you tie one leg?’

‘Oh, baby,’ Sihtric purred as he leaned in, cupping your cheeks, ‘you think I was done?’ he smirked and kissed you gently, only to then bite your lip so hard, it left you both with the taste of blood in your mouths when he pulled away.

You watched as Sihtric got up and he darted his eyes over your room, then stopped and smirked when he saw your robe on the floor. He quickly grabbed it, pulling the soft belt out of your robe’s loops and crawled on top of you again. You grabbed his face and pulled him in for a desperate kiss, which he allowed and you felt him smile against your lips. He brought his hands up to your neck, placing the belt just below the nape of your neck, using it to deepen the kiss. Then, with a swift move he tied the soft belt around your neck with an overhand loop, tugging at the two loose strands to tighten it as he pulled away from you again, to which you gasped lightly. He smirked as he looked down into your eyes.

‘You still like this side of me?’ Sihtric chuckled lightly and bit his lip while he tugged at the belt around your neck, forcing you up on your knees.

‘Yes,’ you sighed as you followed his lead.

Sihtric tugged harder and frowned.

‘Yes?’ 

‘Yes, sir,’ you gasped when you felt the belt around your ankle pulling you back while Sihtric forced you up.

‘Not so cheeky anymore now, are you?’ he smiled.

‘I am, sir,’ you suddenly laughed, and you caught him off guard as you slapped his face again.

Sihtric groaned and quickly pushed you down onto the bed, turning you around. He spanked your ass hard again, and as you still screamed at the burning sensation of his slap, you felt how he pushed his hard cock inside you, making you scream out in pleasure even louder. You had no doubt in your mind that your neighbours heard that loud and clear, but you couldn’t help yourself.

‘That’s right, my love,’ he chuckled as he quickened his pace, ‘scream for me.’

‘Gods, fuck!’ you shouted, trying to silence yourself by biting down onto your pillow.

‘No, no,’ Sihtric panted, tugging at the belt around your neck, forcing your head slightly up, ‘I want to hear you. And so do your neighbours,’ he chuckled.

‘Sihtric!’ you screamed with a gasp leading into a chuckle, ‘you’re fucking insane,’ you laughed and covered your mouth with your hands when you felt another moan coming up. 

Sihtric roughly pulled you up and wrapped his arm around your arms and waist, holding you close and your arms in place as he continued to fuck you hard and fast. He moved his other hand up the nape of your neck, into your hair and grabbed firmly onto your still damp hair. You felt his breath on your neck as he leaned the side of his head against yours, hearing his raspy voice in your ear.

‘I’m insane?’ he laughed, ‘you make me go insane, lady. Ah, fuck,’ he moaned when he felt you tighten around his cock, ‘fuck, baby, you feel so good. So fucking perfect.’

‘Sith,’ you moaned, ‘cum in me, I want to feel it drip out of me again. Give it to me, fill me up, baby.’

‘You want it, my love?’

‘Mhm, ahh,’ you moaned, ‘please, sir, yes! Gods! Sihtric! Fuck, ahh, ’ you screamed out as you came.

‘Ah, princess,’ he moaned and you felt he threw his head back before he pushed you down on your hands and knees, gripping your hair tightly as he slammed into you.

‘Am I good enough to be your wife?’ you panted as you felt his grip tighten in your hair.

‘You’re fucking perfect, baby, a perfect wife for me,’ he stopped talking and let out a deep, low grunt as he pushed deep inside you, filling you up with his cum, ‘and a perfect slut for me too,’ he laughed out of breath, and he waited a moment before he pulled out.

You felt Sihtric lower his body down on yours and kissed your back softly as he quickly pulled off the belt around your neck, placing soft and soothing kisses on your neck where the belt had been. You smiled and turned to lay on your back when he moved down to your leg and loosened the knot, releasing your ankle, there too, placing soft and soothing kisses on your lightly bruised skin before he moved to lie on his back next to you.

‘Gods, lady,’ Sihtric chuckled, trying to catch his breath, ‘you’re full of surprises.’

‘Don’t expect this to become a regular thing,’ you giggled, still panting.

You looked at each other and both started to laugh, then Sihtric pulled you in his arms and nuzzled your neck.

‘I love you,’ he whispered.

‘I love you too,’ you smiled.

You crawled on top of Sihtric, kissing him passionately and brushing your fingers through his hair.

‘I love you so, so much,’ you whispered, ‘I never want to be without you again.’

‘You will never be without me again, I promise,’ he smiled and pushed your messy hair behind your ear, ‘gods, you’re so beautiful when you’ve just been fucked,’ he chuckled and kissed your lips softly.

‘Shut up,’ you giggled, feeling your cheeks turn red, and you quickly changed the topic, ‘but what about your work? You’ll have to leave me again, to go back home.’

‘I’ll find a way, my love, don’t worry about that. I’m not going anywhere until everything here is dealt with.’

Sihtric kissed your forehead and you laid down on his chest, chin propped up in your hands as you looked into his eyes.

‘When you spoke with Bloodhair, it seemed like you knew Cnut?’

‘Yeah,’ Sihtric sighed, tracing his fingertips up and down your bare back, ‘I didn’t realise it at first, that you were talking about that Cnut, but I know him.’

‘How?’ you frowned.

Sihtric smiled weakly and bit his lip.

‘Sihtric,’ you raised your eyebrows, ‘no more secrets.’

‘Where is your phone?’

‘What?’

‘Is it here? In this room?’ Sihtric asked.

‘Eh, no, I… left it in the kitchen.’

‘Why?’ you asked, but Sihtric shook his head.

‘Remember…’ he paused and sighed, ‘I was on a job, a few weeks before you came over?’

‘Mhm.’

‘We were to spy on certain people. And one of those people was a woman named Brida.’

‘Wait. Brida?’ you frowned again, ‘Brida married to Cnut, Brida?’

‘That Brida,’ Sihtric nodded, ‘I’m not sure if they are still married, she’s been in England for a little while, giving kill orders to her men.’

‘What?’ you sat up.

‘Look,’ Sihtric sighed, pulling you back down onto his chest, ‘baby, I’m not supposed to talk about these things. But I need you to know I am never hiding anything from you because I want to, it’s because I am forced to.’

‘I… I know.’

‘Good,’ he smiled softly and brushed his fingers through your hair, ‘I didn’t make the connection at first, because I’ve only been in contact with Cnut for a short period when I was still living here in Denmark.’

‘How did you know him?’

‘Well,’ Sihtric chuckled and shook his head, ‘my father knew his father, Cnut and I… we’ve dealt some drugs and stuff.’

‘What?’ you sat up again, but Sihtric was quick to push you down once more.

‘Not a word, lady,’ he chuckled, ‘obviously I don’t do those things anymore now. But, there’s something else. I don’t know when exactly my next job will be,' he paused, 'but I do know that it will be to liquidate Brida.’

You opened your mouth to speak but Sihtric covered your lips with his hands quickly. 

‘No,’ he shook his head, ‘I already said too much.’ 

Sihtric pulled you up to him and kissed your lips softly, ‘you can’t speak about this, my love, promise me.’

‘I promise, Sith.’

‘Good. Now, next time you go outside on your own, take one of my knives, okay?’

‘I don’t think that’s…’

‘I will not take no for an answer.’

‘Fine,’ you huffed. Sihtric smiled and kissed your cheek.

‘You should go to sleep now, lady, it’s getting late.’

‘I know and I will soon. But, why did you ask where my phone was?’

‘Oh,’ Sihtric chuckled, ‘I wanted to make sure no one could listen to what was being said. My employers like to do that.’

‘What?’

‘No, shush,’ he said with a smirk.

You reluctantly got up and Sihtric slapped your ass again before you got out of reach. You groaned to which he chuckled and blew you a kiss. You hopped to the bathroom to clean yourself up quickly, again, and to put on a comfy shirt to sleep in. You grabbed your phone from the kitchen island and set your alarm.

Then you walked back to Sihtric, who was already half asleep, and you crawled into bed next to him when suddenly your phone buzzed. You froze when you saw the unknown number, and with your heart beating out of your chest, you opened the message.

‘Tell Sihtric Kjartansson that I accept his request to meet with me. Tomorrow, 2pm, at the docks. He'll know where to go.

ps. congratulations on your engagement, let's hope you'll both live to see your wedding day.’

[ninjigma]

QuinFox Week Part 7/7 - First / Previous

Day 7: Back to Back + Fix It Track: 'All The Right Moves' - OneRepublic (Spotify / YouTube)

“When you asked me to help those troopers disappear I didn’t think it would lead us here Foxie.”

“Like you haven’t taken us to worse places on less information.”

“Hey, I just know how to show someone a good time.”

“Maybe if I was a parasite of some sort living in these drains,” Fox scoffed. 

The two were bickering as they moved, using it to ease the tension. Fox had been stressed for weeks handling this alone, and it had come to a head when Quinlan finally broke and confronted Fox, reminding him that they had agreed to no more life-threatening risks without the other right alongside them. They were to stay side by side, back to back. Putting space between them only left them both more vulnerable.

And so today Fox had shown him, taken him to a run-down apartment attached to a much nicer music studio, and explained it all. 

This led the duo to some new conclusions, as Vos’s information suddenly had a lot more pieces of the puzzle to snap together. Some realizations that they needed to act now, as soon as they could.

But for now, they bickered, because discussing how to take down a Sith lord running the entire government when you were a single clone commander and a Jedi not even well trusted by his own peers was a thought that needed a breath. Just some time floating around them in the storm drains they flitted through.

“You are a parasite, one I quite enjoy having around.”

Fox shook his head. “Only you could say something like that and think it is positive.”

“Oh?” Quinlan’s smirk was damned near audible. “Is that because I’m such a sweet romantic?”

“Quinlan Vos,” Fox slowed and turned, headlamp lighting up bright tattoos and twinkling eyes. How he could be so happy still, after everything they’d been through and all they still had to face, Fox didn’t know. But he was grateful for it. “You are an utter sappy romantic with a death wish, a brain cell for taste, and a drop of luck. Sweet is much too docile for how you love, and of everyone, I think I am very qualified to say as much.”

Quinlan’s smile grew wider. Even in the midst of everything, he always offered Fox a smile. And now, almost a year after offering a lot more than just that, he reached forward and took Fox’s hand as well.

“When it comes to me, I think you are definitely a leading expert.”

Fox had a retort, soft in its meaning but sure in its stressed humor, but it was cut short as keen ears picked up other footsteps. Because of course nothing would be simple. Even just walking through drain pipes was going to end as chaotically as they always did for them. 

Hunched down and still holding hands, Fox peeked around the corner in the junction. And immediately groaned.

“Remember that gang you’ve been pissing off digging into the Black Sun?”

He could hear Quinlan swear quietly. Because of course that slip-up the other day had the lower Coruscant gangs on the alert for them. There had been no way to avoid it, having to take more risks as so much of Quinlan’s trails had gone dry recently, but it left a little too much information on them out in the light for the Jedi shadow’s liking. 

“Fox, you know we’re going to have to-”

“We stay together as long as possible,” Fox cut him off. He wasn’t looking at Quinlan, but there was no immediate protest. It was a general agreeance anyhow, but Fox knew exactly where Quinlan was really going with all of this. 

“We have to reach the surface as fast as possible, and you know it is smarter for me to head to the senate-”

“Quinlan, I know!”

More voices, coming from different points around them now. They were moving as quietly as possible, talking in rushed whispers; but Fox’s voice grew a bit colder, angry in how Quinlan reminded him of how there was nothing different he could do. They pulled up short in another junction, this one opening upward and giving them a faster route out. But Fox wasn’t going one step further without making sure Quinlan understood exactly what was happening.

“I know, I’m to find General Koon and you’re going to shadow your ass through the senate to make sure nothing else happens before he and anyone else he can convince can get there. But we stay together as long as possible because I also know you will get yourself in trouble somehow, and you should know that if you die while I’m not there I will drag your spirit back from your Force osik and then kill you myself. Because I am coming back with them, I don’t care what you say about the safety of the chips or anything, you promised.”

Fox had rounded on Quinlan and crowded the taller man against the wall, close enough to still see his pained expression with the filter on his helmet. The gang was circling, and they would most definitely be fighting before they got out of here, so Fox knew there wouldn’t be another time after this point. That they would fight together now, at least one more time before Quinlan went off to shadow a Sith Lord that still made Fox’s chest tighten and nerves ache. Because he knew this was right, but parts of him still felt it was so wrong.

Hands reached out, gently caught the bottom of his helmet and lifted it like it had many times before. His eyes didn’t have time to adjust before soft familiar lips pressed to his and Fox put all of his focus into committing that feeling to memory as he always did, just in case.

“As long as possible. I do promise, with all that I can control Fox,” Quinlan's voice was clearer, close and no longer filtered through the helmet he held just above Fox’s head. “You’ll find me, and I’ll be there. I promise.”

Another soft press, noses bumping lightly. Then it was back as they were, Quinlan replacing the helmet that was so uniquely Fox, and then drawing his saber and a blaster.

“Ready Commander?”

The footsteps were louder, a shout came from the direction behind them and the whole tunnel system seemed to come alive.

“More than you ever seem to be, General.”

Smoothly they moved, back to back as the shots began and they took off down another tunnel, Quinlan trusting Fox to know where to go and Fox trusting Quinlan to guard his back for as long as he could.

Because that was what they did now, two wild souls in search of a peace born of thrill and trust, finding each other by chance and staying together by choice. That if anyone asked Fox he wouldn’t have any better answer than this was his Jedi, his best friend, his trusted partner. That there was at least one person in this whole galaxy they could trust within the cage of their ribs, that they would risk the pain it could cause for the chance at the joy they had found.

Because that is what they did now.

Loved wildly, trusted blindly, and guarded softly, all for the hope of just one more night under the stars together.

[hanasnx]

Hello! Okay so im dipping my toe happily drowningin a pool of vader/anakin atm and found your blog. Holy shit your writing is amazing the prefect filthy delicious fics that i have been hunting for in this vader haze. i had a little headcannon that i think you might like?

Vader walking into the bridge of his ship to find the ships engineer loosing her shit and scolding the captain for ignoring her advice and ending up damaging the ships transmission/engine or something. Her frustrated yelling is so loud she doesnt hear vader creep up behinde her. When she finally notices its too late. He instructs her to follow him and she thinks shes done for. But quickly finds out instead of angering the sith lord, she'd turned him on 😏😏

firstly tysm! it always makes me so happy to hear i’m doing something right! (and it makes me so happy u wanted to share ur HC with me :DDD )

the way you’d be completely in the right. you’d explained this one million times in precise detail, and that idiot ignored you. it wasn’t like you explained it to be excruciating, the part that was damaged is very expensive and very complicated to repair/replace. you’d risk having to scrap the entire ship if the replacement goes wrong! not to mention, i’d imagine the captain would pull some mansplain-y shit to you bcos hes a pilot, while you’re the literal head ship engineer. you’d throw your clipboard at him and tell him to hit the fucking showers before you pull the ship’s replacement costs out of his paycheck.

you turn around and vader’s right there, looming. it startles you, and you straighten because youre in public and hes your commanding officer. arms at your sides.

“is there an issue?”

“no, my lord, it’s taken care of.” you reply, devoid of hesitance but dripping with anxiety.

“come with me.” obediently, you follow, trailing behind him. he doesn’t look over his shoulder when he addresses you again. “relay the events to me, officer.”

quizzically, you glance at the back of his helmet, before understanding. “nothing to relay, sir. standard procedure gone wrong.”

“your reaction says otherwise. i don’t appreciate being lied to,”

“inappropriate use of equipment resulted in damages. and inappropriate use of language resulted in the pilot’s dismissal.”

“pilot’s operating number?”

“24141.”

he says nothing in response, and when he reaches his captain’s quarters, the doors slide open. he steps aside, and lets you enter first. “we shall continue this conversation in private. i’d like to discuss your opinion on the removal of 24141.”

“that won’t be necessary, my lord, i’ve—“

“i’ll not have a lowly pilot addressing his commanding officer in such informal speech. i can sense your distress.”

you don’t even get to respond because when the doors close he spins you around, pressing your back to a surface. large hands wandering until one lands in between your legs, your chin pinched between his fingers to make you look at him.

“allow me to ease your worries,”

DKLFJLDK like he’d LOVE the fact you were so loud about the blatant disrespect, and how you sent the pilot off, and he’d heard it all. lowkey wishing it was he that was getting scolded. he loves it when you hit him playfully or speak to him in that warning tone (occasionally likes it when you yell at him) KJDKJ while his fingers are inside of you, he’s telling you to talk to him. and he fucking loves it when you tell him hes doing a shit job. that competitive nature inside of him bubbling up. growling as he grabs you tighter, fucks you faster. be careful with the phrase “i’ve had better” because he will make sure to blow your back out— like good luck walking.

taking a day to recover because of how fucking hard he fucked you means he’d take your place as head engineer the next day to face the pilot that caused you so much trouble himself.

the pilot walks in, expecting you, and seeing darth vader. he’d fucking implode.

“i imagine you’ve had time to regret your behavior.” he says to the pilot. who’s blubbering, scrambling for words

“of- of course, sir— my lord,”

“i’ll have some officers escort you to the air lock the next time that occurs.”

“what—?”

IM SORRY THIS IDEA HAS ME IN A CHOKEHOLD

[bat-stuff]

Give him liberty or Give me death

A Starwars Story

Story follows Y/n, a nearly 15 year old girl who recently ran away from Jedi training to start a new life. But what happens when the Force catches up to her in the form of a recovering Sith Lord?

Disclaimer: I don't own the Starwars Franchise

ok now that's out of the way, the real disclaimers:

This is set in the far future, after a lot of the canon storyline.

If ANYTHING seem canonically incorrect please don't try to correct me, I'll eventually find out and feel shitty about it anyway. I wrote it how i felt it would fit the story best. again, bear with me

Please enjoy to the best of your ability, Thanks!

Chapter One: Tatooine

Sand engulfed Y/n’s feet as she pushed through the storm. Tatooine was a nasty planet covered in dust, sand, and an abundance of the strangest people Y/n had ever seen. 

Tatooine had history though. Bad history. To be completely honest, Y/n never cared too much for the past. She knew very little of the Skywalker dynasty and frankly didn’t feel the need to know any more. She was done with the god-awful Jedi Historical training, opting to take a hike rather than stay five more years and watch Palo take the spot she worked tirelessly for with little effort. 

He always was the golden boy. Picking up information faster than everyone else, outperforming everyone else, looking better than everyone else, having a higher midichlorian count than everyone else. The only thing he couldn’t beat her in was sparring. The only part she’d ever enjoyed of the training. Lightsabers. 

She was also pretty damn good at piloting but Palo wasn’t interested in that so she would never get to see who was better. 

What a degenerate pansy. 

Her banter with Palo didn’t matter anymore. She had quit, and that was final. No more training, no more pressure, no more pain and suffering. 

The force couldn’t get to her if she didn’t believe in it. Well, she hoped. God forbid the dark side reach out a slimy finger to graze her. The last thing she had ever wanted was for that side of the force to engulf her. Maybe that's why she left. 

Maybe. 

The force had a habit of clawing its way into the souls of even the strongest Jedi. 

Fear leads to hate, hate leads to anger, anger leads to suffering.

The words were practically seared into her mind. From day one of training she was told these words nearly every day. If she showed any sign of doubt, she would be dragged into the darkness. 

In the end, that didn’t stop her from a convective fear of the unknown. 

It was no doubt that she had spent the better part of her almost fifteen years in the galaxy fearful. She had always been afraid of making the wrong choice, the one that would drag her past the point of no return. 

Yeah. That’s why she left. No, fled. As if the Jedi Order would willingly let a newly deemed Padawan walk away. Not with that kind of force training. 

To the order, Y/n was a bomb just waiting for the Sith to spark near her fuse. 

Her mind raced with these thoughts as she pushed forward. Sandstorms were dangerous, she had been told. Yet, there she was in the middle of one, retrieving a cloak of all things, for a young girl down the road from her poorstone bungalow. The poor thing had gone the past month or so without protection from the sandy wind. Didn’t help that the youngling walked every morning to work herself sick washing dishes for The Dockside Cafe. And of course, the Jedi training instilled in Y/n made it practically impossible to resist hunting down this little girl’s cloak. 

God, sometimes she hated being selfless. 

The day I stop being this stupid is the day the Sith gets me, apparently. She scorned herself. 

Upon her arrival in the market the storm died down from deadly to mildly dangerous, or at least it seemed that way. The cluster of buildings most likely blocked a portion of debris and wind from getting into the square. She let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding. The assortment of shops provided some protection, but she would still need to find where the cloak had even been left before it decided to get worse.

Ah yes, Tatooine was a beautiful place. It had always been her dream to be killed by a planet’s dandruff. 

There was a task at hand. She couldn’t spend any more time complaining about the weather. 

To be completely honest, she had no clue where to start. The young girl had said she couldn’t have left the robe at the diner, considering she was there every day and hadn’t seen it since the day she lost it.

Of course, children had a habit of not looking very thoroughly for lost items, but the children of Tatooine weren’t normal children. They had near to nothing. Losing something as miniscule as a garment of clothing was a shot at death to them. Especially with the planet’s harsh conditions. 

Even knowing this, Y/n made the choice to start at Dockside.

The Dockside Cafe was a small corner bar in Mos Eisley known for the galaxy’s smallest menu of drinks and the driest food known to creature-kind. The true owner of the cafe had died off who-knows-how-long ago and was currently run by a technological artifact that went by the name of CG-X2R. Or better known as CG by the townsfolk. The droid had a knack for complaining about everything and listening to no one, unless of course, you were there to complain, too. 

Just the type Y/n didn’t care to talk to, but could tolerate long enough to get information.  

As she strolled into the dimly lit space, a few heads turned. Usual customers that didn’t care too much about her presence, seeing as almost immediately upon realizing it was some teenage girl they didn’t know they went back to their business. Seeing as the cafe was wedged into the ground, it was probably one of the coolest places on the planet. That being said, it could always use better airflow. 

Y/n had grown quite fond of this cafe over the last month. It was relaxing. 

She reached for a stool and sat herself in the middle of the bar table. Then she proceeded to whistle at CG and motion for the droid to come over. 

“You again?” He sighed. She gave a slight smile and rolled her shoulders back in a stretch.

“It is. But this time I’m here on business. You haven’t happened to have seen a child’s cloak in the last month?” 

He whirred in thought. His old gears creaked as he tried to recall the last month. 

“Would this cloak happen to be young Alexava’s cloak she claimed she lost?”

Y/n groaned and threw her head on the table. 

“Yes” She mumbled through her arms. The old droid let out a grating snicker. 

He whipped around to fetch a glass of luke-warm water for the girl. She brought her head up and thanked him with a nod. She placed a peggat on the counter, which he gratefully accepted with a whir of mechanics. 

“I know what you’re going to say,” She sighed. “And my answer is no. I can’t resist helping a dumb kid who misplaced their only drapes.” The droid seemed to quiver in humor. 

Once again, that undesired urge to help people snuck its way into her mind. Her intentions were obvious, and that's what scared her. She knew one day, the Force would catch up with her, and show her a “better” way to help people. A way that gave her power beyond belief. The way of the dark side. 

“Well, I hadn’t seen it for quite some time.” 

She narrowed her eyes. “Hadn’t?”

Past tense. He was being difficult. 

He clicked at her immediate recognition of his riddle. 

“Ah, but I guess it was good material. Because I did see it today in the hands of one of those hunters who hang around here. Just before Mos Eisley opened,” The droid spoke. “An ugly creature, he was. No manners whatsoever. As if he was raised by a bantha.” He shook his head in disappointment. Y/n stopped him before he could go on.

“Why would he take a child’s cloak?”

“Hell if I know. He’s a bounty hunter. I would guess he wanted to sell it. They like money, a little too much. Tends to get them into a lot of trouble, as well as cause good salesmen like me a lot of trouble. Because of their mischief, I have to deal with a perturbed ten year-old-” she cut him off.

“I’m fifteen.”

“No you’re not.”

“Nearly fifteen- where did he go?” She insisted

The droid whirred once again in something she could only assume to be the equivalent of a smirk. 

“Where do you think? Where all those rats go to get paid.” Her stomach sank in her gut. 

The Cantina. 

She internally groaned for the millionth time that day.

“Alright, what’s his name?”

Another damn bar. 

That little girl always has to be involved with a place that flourished off of alcohol. Her conscience hissed.

At least Dockside was friendly. Sort of. 

The Mos Eisley Cantina was a whole different alley. Not a good one either. She’d heard plenty of stories about bounty hunter central, and the amount of fights that occurred there by the hour. It was home to hut-hirings and dangerous travelers looking to make a quick buck. Of course, the presence of the Huts was the telltale of the bar. You always had to watch your back or end up as a body on the floor. The bar was downright sinister. No one in their right mind was going to walk into that bar and demand to know who took some little girls' cloak and that they wanted it back.

So of course, that’s what Y/n’s plan was. 

In the end, she had no plan. She was just making stuff up and rolling with whatever happened. 

Sensing the Force was like this. All the best Jedi did it. And all the best Jedi found themselves dead, eventually.

Good thing she wasn’t a Jedi, and good thing the Force didn’t exist. So instead she was just stupid.

Instead of just strolling into the bar, like at the cafe, she played more towards a dramatic entrance. If she was going to die in a bar, at least she was going to make it look interesting. 

Y/n stood in the doorway upon her first step in. This time, nearly everyone turned to look at her. Eyes widened at the sight of a young girl. She straightened her posture in an attempt to look less annoyed than what she really was. She waited a minute, hoping the eyes would turn away. 

They didn’t. 

She blew off her discomfort and strode her way to the front counter, seating herself once again, right in the middle. She waved down the bartender once again, and felt the second wave of nausea hit.

What was she doing?

She figured her only option from here was to get down to the point. Somehow what had seemed like a harmless mission to find a girl’s cloak had turned into one of the most dangerous things she’d ever experienced in her life.

“What do you want?” The man hissed. Y/n cringed. He smelled terrible. His reaction to her expression wasn’t good and he reached over to grab her collar. She quickly dodged and slapped his hand away from her, pinning it to the wooden countertop. She rose in her seat, hooking her feet on the run of the stool to stand taller than him. 

She grinned. “I’m looking for someone by the name of Igo Runn.” 

The room seemed to stop breathing as all eyes turned to her. And suddenly, now that she had control of the room, the nausea dripped away. She often thrived on attention like a drug. 

The bartender quickly pulled himself away from her in disgust. She gave him a toothy smile as she brushed off her hands and sat back down. Intimidation was a game to her, it was the only way to make Palo crumble ninety percent of the time. And she loved to see Palo fail. 

Suddenly a voice spoke from the back corner of the bar. 

“Little girl you must be the dumbest doll to come into this place demanding things.” He snarked. She pulled herself out of her chair and walked towards the man to get a better look at him. He was heavy set, with dark hair and pale skin. His face, barely visible in the dimly lit bar, was morphed into an ugly shape. He looked like he had been around the two suns for a while. 

CG did say he was ugly. 

“You’re Igo Runn?” He let out the loudest laugh she had ever heard. His shaking body caused the table he sat at to aggressively rock. 

“No, Doll. That’s Igo Runn.” he chuckled, gesturing across the room to a sleeping form draped across a booth table. All eyes turned towards the body. She shook her head lightly. From somewhere a bottle was thrown at the poor guy, hitting him square in the back. Instantly, the man woke up, blaster in hand, frantically looking around for who threw the poor bottle. Laughter echoed through the tavern.

It only took a moment for our eyes to meet. 

He was young. Very young. Probably a  teenager. 

“That right there is Runn. I don’t know what you want with that little rodent but you better be quick, Doll. He likes to run.” The fat man chucked.

“Don’t call me Doll.” 

He frowned. 

“I’ll call you whatever I want, Doll.”

She thought for a minute. Grabbing a bottle off a nearby table. She made a quick glance at Igo Runn, motioning for him to sit. 

That's why she swung. 

The glass connected perfectly to the large man’s head with a satisfying crack. He was knocked out of his chair by the sheer force of the blow. And as all bar fights started, chaos broke free. 

Fists flew rapidly through the air as Y/n peered through the crowd just in time to catch a glimpse of Runn, bolting out of the bar. She hoped tables after him. He barely got a block before she had tackled him to the sandy ground.

Wind still whipped around them in the storm. It was almost as if it had gotten worse. She needed to wrap this up and get back to her bungalow. She swung herself off him.

“Where is the cloak you stole?” She yelled over the storm, her voice bare admissible. He seemed annoyed at her question.

“Why do you care?” He screamed back. His voice was light. 

She couldn’t see him too well, but she tried her best to make out his features in the sand. He had tan skin and curly brown hair. He was tall and lanky with barely any meat on his bones. In fact she could feel every one of his ribs as her shin rested against his torso to keep him down. She kind of felt sorry for the guy. 

“I care because there's a little girl who works hard every day, who doesn’t make any money, and who is in pain because you took one of the only things that can protect her from this planet.” She hissed at him. Y/n scoured around him until she eventually found his satchel, which to her relief, held the cloak. 

He seemed to frown. “Last I checked, no one came and got this cloak. It was just sitting there when I saw it.”

“So you just took it?” Igo shrugged.

“What the hell would you need a little girl's cloak for?” She asked. He managed to shove her off him. He brushed himself off, which seemed awfully dramatic considering the dust storm going on around them.

“Why don’t you tell that little girl she’s not the only one hurting for money?” Y/n grabbed his collar and slammed him against the side of Mos Eisley. He was an arrogant boy with no better personality other than greed. He only cared about what helped him live day by day. 

Y/n’s inner thoughts hissed at her to kick the crap out of him to teach him a lesson. But her fear of the Force took over almost instantly. Violence wasn’t a good answer. It was too risky.

Reluctantly, she sighed and let him go. Igo’s face morphed into one of shock. She began to walk in the direction of home. She was officially tired of everything.

“So you’re just letting me go?” He inquired, hopping after her. Without even turning around to acknowledge him she replied. 

“Yep.”

He frowned. “Okay?”

“I’ll see you around I guess.” He said. She sighed.

“No you won’t, get the hell off of Tatooine. Don’t come back. I’m just tired, that doesn’t mean we’re friends.” She hissed at him. She felt his footsteps cease from behind her. He’d stopped following her.

Good riddance. 

The trek back to Alexava Russa’s home took longer than Y/n was expecting, but sandstorms were still dangerous and a pain to deal with. Once she arrived, the girl had squealed in delight, thanking her for finding the thing that took at least five years off of Y/n’s life. 

She didn’t tell the youngling what she went through to get it though. Neither Alexava nor her mother needed to hear about that. Y/n felt better just telling them some bystander had accidentally picked it up and left it at Lup’s. 

Mrs. Russa offered for her to wait out the storm in their home but she politely declined. She had told the Russas that she had a busy day tomorrow and needed to get home. In reality, nightfall was coming soon and she didn’t want the family to deal with her bad dreams. 

Dreams that often woke her in a cold sweat, screaming. Dreams that only recently appeared. 

Another reason she gave up Jedi training. 

Once home, to her tiny, rented bungalow. She threw off her garments and fell into her bed. She was getting close to being done with leaving that bed. Nothing bad ever happened when she stayed in the house. She wasn’t dragged into things that were none of her business. As usual she spent the next hour procrastinating sleep, wondering if there was any way to get rid of the internalized jedi-justice she was suffering from. 

It took a while, but sleep finally won. Or at least the nightmares did. 

[alons-ycreeper]

Not me literally writing an entire one-shot when I have chapter 2 of my other fic to finish

"A-Anakin, my dear boy, you wouldn't hurt your old frien–" Sidious claws at his throat desperately. "Anakin," Vos says. He's crouched down near the entrance, cradling Commander Fox in his arms like the clone is the most precious thing in the universe. Interesting. Vos tries again to get the younger man's attention, but to no avail. Unfortunately for them both Anakin isn't here right now. There is only Skywalker. "You and your Sith master attempted to devaste the balance of this world," Skywalker's voice echoes itself throughout the room. "Yet you planned to groom the child I gave her into your perfect puppet. And you would have succeeded were it not for the clone. Your over confidence became your own demise, Sidious." Skywalker ignites his saber, the blade burning hotter and brighter than it ever has before. The Chancellor stares at it in unadulterated fear as he comes colliding with it–but he simply stares down the end of it. Anakin squeezes his eyes shut concentrating, trying to gain control of himself again, reasoning with the power inside that this is not the way. His lightsaber flickering, dimming until it has returned to its original baby blue. His struggle takes enough out of him that Anakin falls to his knees effectively dropping Sidious as well. The old man gasps for air scrambling back for his desk, tipping over the statue there and revealing twins sabers of his own. "You should have killed me when you had the chance." Quinlan watches as Sidious charges at Anakin, unarmed and clearly recovering. But his worry is for naught as the younger Jedi suspends the Sith once again. This time there is no Force-choke just simple floating in middle air. Then faster than a blaster bolt Anakin is standing in front of Sidious, index finger pressed to his forehead as they both glow. There's ringing that grows louder and sharp, the air around them feels tight and heavy until suddenly it stops. They drop to the floor once more and there is silence. Gingerly scooping up Fox's unconscious body Quinlan walks over nudging the other with his foot to see if he was okay. Anakin looks up at him tired, but still gives Vos a sly smirk when he notices Fox. Quinlan rolls his eyes. It's good to see the younger still had enough energy to tease an old friend. "What did you do to me?" "Oh, kriff." Vos jumps at the sight of the decrepit Sith. What once was the very face of the Republic now resembles a melted corpse, crumbled and disfigured. It's nearly pathetic enough to make him feel sorry for the old man. Nearly. "I reclaimed the Force," Anakin rises to his feet, looking down at his former mentor's now deformed face. "Your ties to it are severed permanently. Serves you right for coming after my Rex." He reaches down collecting the Sith's sabers. The kyber crystals will be taken back to Illum where they can heal. Maybe one day they will sing to young initiate ready to build their sabers. Footsteps can be heard down the hall along with the voices of Council members and Corrie clones. Namely Windu who is more than likely leading the charge here. Quinlan smiles at Anakin.

"You want to explain or should I?" Anakin sighs. .... After Sidious' arrest Windu had to drag a half passed out Anakin back to the Temple where the Force made him enter a healing coma for a full tenday. But it wasn't all bad, he got to wake up to Rex's face at least. Now here he sits five months later, taking in the weeping willow tree in the Temple courtyard savoring its beauty. Anakin will be gone for the next five years serving his time for the crimes he committed against the Tusken people. Rex won't be accompanying him, for obvious reasons. His captain will also be too busy with everything here and on Kamino, not to mention he'll have his hands full with continuing to raise Ahsoka to knighthood. He knows Plo fought long with the Council to give Rex custody of Ahsoka at Wolffe's request.

(Though there is rumor that Windu helped. Anakin suspects the reason behind it is Ponds. Mace has never truly forgiven himself for Ponds. This might have been a way of atoning for that failure. Rex was always Ponds' favorite little brother.)

"Hey." Anakin turns to see the object of his undying affection smile at him. "Room for one more?"

"Of course."

He pats the stone beside him. Rex settles down, pulling Anakin's Jedi cloak tighter around himself when the wind blows a little harder. His blond curls have grown a bit and tickled Anakin's cheek when Rex's rest his head on the other's shoulder. Anakin takes Rex's hand in his, studying the way they fit together. Five years isn't a long time, but without Rex by his side it'll feel like an eternity. So he'll hold on to this moment. Cherish it in the long years ahead until his return where he knows he'll be welcomed home.

[enkisstories]

Hux - or Isbrand Cycen, as his counterfeit ID was saying - didn't plan to stay long in Black Spire. Just the few minutes it took to enter the local transit station and buy a hover-bus ticket to the countryside.

The bus station was by the bridge. Coming from the higher up Black Spire, the bus gently sank down to street level, allowing the passengers to take in the sights of the lush green valley.

Up on the hill was Hux' old house with the swimming pool, there was the village green with the pond and on this side of the river were the houses of Rose, Poe and Finn.

Crossing the river twice was faster than walking along the shore.

Approaching the Tico residence, Hux spotted the Dree couple in front of it. Of course they'd be here, they had been friends with Rose and Hux ever since these two had come to Batuu.

Daniel: "What's the matter, love? You look as if you'd seen a ghost!"

Gavin: "We're force sensitive, Danny, so that's a serious issue."

Daniel: "So you did see someone's force ghost? Who is it?"

Gavin: "Ar... I mean Darth Isbrand. So he was a Sith Lord, after all!!!"

After clearing up Gavin's jumping to conclusions and proving that he was made of flesh and blood, Hux learned that Rose had moved into his old house. Gavin and Daniel had moved into this one instead.

Gavin and Daniel were strangely reluctant to share more information about their neighbor. Did that mean that Rose wasn't living alone? Was there someone else?

Gavin: "Someone new in Rose's life? No! Not in the way you think, anyway. Look, go up there and see for yourself. If I told you... You'll know why I can't tell you when you see... it. The other lodger."

Gavin had a habit of calling droids "it", even when they were clearly gendered. So Rose had gotten herself a droid? Then why didn't the neighbors just say so?

[natusvincere]

That Darn Cat || Sam and Vic

TIMING: about a week ago LOCATION: Downtown PARTIES: @natusvincere & @uncannysam SUMMARY: Vic comes across a scuffle, which turns out to be Sam being attacked by a Cat Sith. She has to decide if she wants to pet it, or help. CONTENT WARNINGS: none!

Vic was stressed. Things felt too upside down with the Good Neighbors, even more than she ever expected them too.  She knew when joining there was a good chance that something was awry, but conversations she’d been overhearing were pointing to something deeper than she had ever expected every day. And now, everything seemed to be happening all at once, faster than she was ready for.  But life rarely cared if she was ready.  

She was determined to do more research- to find out exactly who this ‘Winifred’ was and if she was really as nefarious as Vic had begun to expect.  Unfortunately, her leads were going nowhere fast, and she kept following ones that lead her to dead ends.  Actually, this one led her to a poorly-lit alleyway, but the sentiment was still the same.  She was about to head home, defeated, when she heard a commotion from the other end.  Even with her superior sight and hearing, she couldn’t quite make out what she saw, only that it seemed to be the beginning of a scuffle.  Instinctually, she slowly made her way toward the sight, trying to get a better look.

It had been a long day and the afterwork errands were always the hardest, especially when customers wanted to pick arguments or try and haggle prices with her. Luckily for Sam, she didn’t have too much to do. A quick trip here and there, and she could be back home to Scout and her nice comfy bed. However, that’s not what fate had in mind for her tonight. No, there had been something waiting just beyond the path back to her truck, and as Sam rounded the corner there it stood waiting.

At first, she had been startled by it, but as soon as her eyes adjusted, Sam realized it was a cat. An oddly very large black cat except for the one patch of white fur on its chest, but nothing too bad. Or so she thought, “Fuck, you scared me. What are you doing back here?” The animal cautiously moved towards Sam, soon rubbing up against her thigh and purring; its larger body pressing into hers slightly knocking her off kilter, “Hey, whoa. I don’t have anything okay? Just my groceries.”

As she continued to move forward, the cat followed her. Sam fumbled with her keys trying to get them into the door of her Bronco, but before she could, the animal rubbed up against her again, knocking them out of her hand, “Dammit.” Sitting her groceries on the ground, Sam dropped down looking for her keys and while doing so, she felt the animal rub some more as its purrs grew louder, and soon she found herself pinned up against the truck in a sitting position while this enormous cat continued to rub on her legs moving back and forth, “Okay, alright, I get it. You just want some love.” Reaching out, Sam put her hand on the back of the animal’s neck, but before she realized what was happening, the large creature pulled up its paw and smacked Sam across the cheek; claws fully extended.

“What the fuck?!” Yelping in pain, the woman pulled her hand up to her cheek only to find blood, and without thinking, she quickly shoved the animal off of her trying to scramble to her feet, before it could get another swipe in.

It was more than just a scuffle.  Vic knew, because as she walked closer toward it, the sickenly sweet smell of blood permeated the air around her.  Her instincts told her to pounce, or to let the creature do what it wanted and then eat up the aftermath.  But she was better than her instincts.  And extremely well-fed.  She was thankful for both of those facts.  But it seemed as she investigated further that what caused the blood was a… really big cat?  She found herself moving toward the scuffle in double time, trying to think of the best way to help.  “Hey!”, she said, in her loudest, booming voice, hoping to scare it away.  She even tried hissing at it, sticking her tongue out in the process and feeling entirely ridiculous.  “You need to get control of your demon-cat before it hurts you again”, she called to the woman, avoiding eye contact with the blood on her cheek.  What would it taste like, she wondered, to feed again from a warm body?

She shook her head, taking in a deep breath as she reached down for the cat, wrapping her arms around its belly and trying to pull it off the girl.  Even for someone of her strength, the cat was big, and she had to grunt out her words as she tried to pull it away.  “This… thing…has to be a…code violation…somewhere”, she grunted, setting her feet in place on the ground.  It wriggled in her grip, but she pulled it away so the girl just might have been able to wriggle away.  “But the best… thing to do…”, the cat finally wriggled from her grip, pacing between the two of them, “...is to get that thing trained.  Do you know how much of a fine they could charge you if it hurts someone else?” 

She watched the cat as it walked between the two of them, rubbing against both of their legs as it did so.  She remembered reading, years ago, how cats sometimes got overstimulated with too much affection, even though this one seemed to be actively seeking it out.  “Do you have a leash or something?”  She couldn’t ask about the girl’s injuries, because thinking about the blood and talking about the blood were two entirely different things, and she could only handle one of them. 

Sam continued to struggle with the massive cat, until she noticed someone come running to her rescue. Watching as the woman tried to convince the cat to leave, before she was actively tugging it backwards had given Sam the chance to get back to her feet, “This isn’t my cat! I was walking back here to get in my truck and leave, and it just came out of nowhere!”

The shorter woman quickly snatched up her keys from the ground, before the cat had broken free from the other person’s grip and started rubbing up against both of them, “Fuck if I’m getting fined for anything. Why does everything around here have to be so massively overgrown?” She looked down to her groceries and to the locked door of the truck. All she had wanted to do was gather up her stuff and leave, but she wasn’t about to leave this stranger, who had helped her, with this large cat that clearly had no training whatsoever, “What do you suggest we do with this thing?”

Sam backed up against the door of the Bronco while the animal moved back and forth between the two of them. It had done a number on her cheek, and she knew it was going to suck trying to doctor it considering blood was still trickling out of it. Pulling her shirt up, she tried to dab some of the crimson liquid off of her face, her eyes set on the woman standing across from her, “And thanks…this thing probably would've eaten me alive if you hadn’t come along. Sometimes it does not pay to be short in this town, when most animals are almost twice your size.” She let out a frustrated sigh.

“It’s something in the water”, Vic said matter-of-factly, shaking her leg free of the beast as it rubbed against her again.  She still knew how important it was to keep the average person off the scent of the supernatural, and this demon-cat was definitely some sort of zombie cat, or something.  “They put growth hormones in it a few years ago because our children were under the national average for height.  Someone must have overdone it this month.  Curse our natural yearn for being the best.”

She watched as the woman dabbed her shirt long her face, her eyes lingering on the spot left on the shirt.  Her eyes found the woman’s a little too late- she hoped she didn’t notice.  “It was nothing.  I uh… I hate cats, so…”.  She actually kind of liked cats, but the aloof facade was much more important.  “So I really did that more for me than you.”  

She looked back at the animal again, wondering the same thing.  “I don’t know- Animal Control in this town is usually pretty busy, aren’t they?  But… this bastard is pretty persistent.”  As if on cue, the cat took a break from rubbing against their legs to instead stand on it’s hind legs and rub against her shoulder instead.  She resisted the urge to reach out and give in.  “You don’t have any catnip in any of those bags, do you?”

Sam rolled her eyes at the answer dripping with sarcasm. Though a part of her did almost want to believe it. Wicked’s Rest was becoming stranger by the day, and the long she lived here and the more she discovered, Sam had wondered if her parents were as oblivious as she once was or if they just didn’t tell her about the things that went bump in the night. It really would’ve helped though, the night Zach was attacked, if they had known. But regardless, there was a situation in front of her, and one she and the other woman had to figure out, before it became more than just a nuisance. Things around here like to do that quite often – become more than just a nuisance that was.

“Oh, well, thanks I think. I mean, I’m more of a dog person myself, but cats are okay. This one, though…” Where did this thing come from? A zoo? And how were they going to get it back to whom it belonged to? Sam definitely wasn’t taking this giant ass feline home with her. It’d eat Scout and murder Sam in her sleep, “Animal control is really our only option though right? Unless you want to take it home with you.” Sam was hoping she would say yes, but there was definitely a slim-to-none chance she would.

Watching as it jumped up on the other woman, Sam took that opportunity to finally unlock her door and quickly throw her groceries inside, before the beast decided to shift its attention to her again. And though she didn’t do it, it had taken everything within Sam not to hop in the truck as well and drive off. But instead, she shut the door and shoved the keys back in her pocket for safe keeping, “Why would I have catnip, when I don’t even have a cat?” She narrowed her eyes in the direction of the woman and the massive cat.

Vic looked over at the creature, who was practically at eye-level, and tried to glare it into submission, the way a teacher might do with a small child.  It didn’t work, obviously, so her scowl momentarily switched to the woman in front of her.  “I have a 3-year-old and a Rottweiler, I don’t think my home would be the best fit.  You’re sure you don’t want to take it home?”

She wasn’t even sure a cat that size would fit in someone’s front door, nevermind make a good house pet.  “If we do call animal control, are we supposed to just… sit and wait until they come?  And what if it… goes rabid again?”  She didn’t mind squaring up with the demon cat if it tried to attack the woman again, but it would have been ever so humiliating to do it in public, especially in front of this stranger.  

Vic held her hands up in defense, the cat backing down as she did so. “Hey, it’s not my place to judge what you do or don’t do with catnip in your free time.  I can’t just go assuming you didn’t buy catnip.”  It sauntered it’s way back across to the other woman and Vic watched it carefully, on edge as she waited for it to pounce.  “It seems friendly enough now… what did you do it make it to angry that it tried to claw your face off?

When the other woman explained her home situation, Sam quickly realized there was no good option for this cat, “I’m positive. I live in an apartment, and I highly doubt this thing would even make it up the steps.” She couldn’t imagine trying to explain to the building manager why there was a massive cat living there. And she had her business to think about also. There was no way she was going to take a chance on hiding this thing, when the landlord could easily kick her out for a double pet violation forcing her to give up the space she rented downstairs for Escape Your Fate.

“I mean I don’t know. I’ve never dealt with a cat this size before…” Sam had seen some weird stuff, and though the cat was pretty, it was still intimidating, and she didn’t have time to wait around for someone to come and try and catch it. She had groceries and a hungry dog to get home to. “Are there any animal shelters around here close by?” Sam glanced back at her Bronco. She didn’t even think the thing would fit in the back, but maybe they could figure out a way to get it to follow them to a shelter.

With the idea swimming around in her mind, Sam was almost going to pull out her phone to check, but decided against it as she noticed the feline coming back over to her. Leaning up against the truck for support, she watched nervously as the animal began rubbing against her leg again, a bit distracted from the other person’s response, “Well…you assumed wrong.” Sam was careful to keep her hands by her side this time out of fear of getting scratched again, “I just went to pet it before. It looked like it wanted to be rubbed, but when I touched it, it freaked out on me.” Her heart rate picked up slightly as she heard loud, but soft purrs rumble from its throat, “It’s purring. What does purring mean? I’m not a cat person. I don’t know these things, and I don’t want to try and pet it again if it’s going to murder me…” She looked at the other woman somewhat panicked.

Vic gave a huff, looking down at the creature walking between their feet again.  She couldn’t imagine this creature on her massive property, nevermind a small apartment.  And then there was the whole issue of it being extremely dangerous and unpredictable…  No, she didn’t think either of them taking it would be a good idea at all.  “I don’t keep a list of all the animal shelters in town tucked away, you know”, she said, crossing her arms.  It was a lie, she knew exactly where all of them were, thanks to a rather unfortunate obsession with counting them a few years ago.  The alley they were in was about the farthest they could get from any of them.  The universe continued to show its way of being so unfortunately inconvenient.

The creature became obsessed with the other woman, and Vic noticed her anxiety.  When she was anxious, not much helped, unless she found herself painting. Maybe the girl needed some distraction herself.  “What’s your name?”, she called out of nowhere, avoiding the sight of the blood once more, hoping it wouldn’t pool up in any deliciously tempting ways.  “Mine is Vic.”

She squinted her eyes though, when the woman claimed all she did was pet the cat.  “The cat whisperer says cats get overstimulated.  Maybe it’s not used to affection.”  Although, the way the cat was rubbing up against the woman made it seem like it was definitely asking for more pets.  What the hell was up with this thing?  “Relax!  Purring is good.  It means contentedness, I think.  Or it could point to anger… what are the rates per minute of the vibrations?”

The more this thing rubbed against Sam, the more anxious she became. She didn’t like being cornered by a giant cat. It was like accidentally falling into the lion’s den at the zoo without any way of escaping. Sam was tiny. She always had been. And the harder this thing rubbed, the more claustrophobic she was starting to become. This woman’s smartass replies weren’t helping either. Thankfully that had all shifted, when Sam heard the question.

Forcing back the knot forming in her throat, mixed with a few cat hairs, Sam tried to focus, “Uh…It’s…It’s Sam. I wish this thing would just leave already.” She couldn’t go back any further into the door of the car and at this rate, she already felt like she was leaving a Sam shaped dent in her door. “Purring is good. Okay. Purring…wait…what?! How the hell am I supposed to know the answer to that?!” The question was so ridiculous that Sam laughed nervously, until she noticed the cat had quit rubbing and was staring up at her with narrowed slits, “Fuck.”

Closing her eyes and shaking in fear, Sam didn’t want to know what was about to happen next, until she felt it. The Bronco had jarred causing the woman to open her eyes. And when she looked up, the cat was looking down at her from a reclined position on the top of her truck, “Oh come on!!!” Sam growled in frustration as the cat stretched out and rolled around on the roof of the vehicle.

“I’m not going to let it hurt you, Sam”, Vic said, knowing her word probably didn’t mean much.  Sam didn’t know her from a hole in the wall, and if a stranger promised Vic safety, she might have laughed in their face and kicked their shins.  “It’s just an unfortunate side effect of this town.  Being afraid of it is just going to give it power.”  She didn’t know if that was true, but she didn’t want to see anyone feel so afraid, either.  Cats were supposed to bring joy, not…whatever this bastard was doing.  

Uh oh.  It was time to put her money where her mouth was, because that giant pussy-cat was getting dangerously close to Sam’s face.  She was almost too late to react too, until she realized the cat was jumping on top of the truck and not Sam like Vic had worried was going to happen.  Okay.  Maybe her confidence in her ability to fight it off had been false, because this thing was fast.  “Hey!”, she yelled at it, holding eye contact.  Cats hated that, right? She reached down, grabbing a rock from by her feet.  If she wanted to, she could have gotten it square between the eyes (she knew her aim was on point), but she wasn’t about to harm an animal only due to its large, threatening claws.  This was just about scaring it.  “Get outta here!”, she yelled at it, chucking the rock toward it.  It went straight over its head, like she’d planned, but the cat seemed especially interested in where it had landed.

Vic peered over the side of the truck, and a few feet from where the rock had landed, a squirrel was rustling through the dirt.  The cat’s position on top of the truck suddenly became low to the ground, like those lions in that movie Rosie loved when they were ready to pounce.  “Sam…”, she whispered, slowly walking toward the truck.  “I think its distracted…”

Hearing Vic yell at the cat had pulled Sam’s attention away from the massive animal. And in doing so, she slowly backed away from the truck and closer to the woman. The cat was at an even greater advantage now being on top of the Bronco, and if it decided to jump they were done for. But she watched as Vic bent down to pick up a rock and bravely threatened the animal. It was the chucking of the rock clear over the massive feline’s head that had surprised Sam. If that cat had been angered, they were both screwed.

But instead, it did something else. It followed the rock, before setting its eyes on a nearby squirrel. Sam quickly looked back at Vic upon hearing her whisper, “I-I think you’re right.” Her voice was shaky, but low, and slipping her hand into her pocket, Sam quietly pulled out the keys. She had been so careful not to jingle them knowing jingly shiny things were like crack to cats of all sizes. But the biggest issue had been her door. The Bronco was old, and no matter what, the doors squeaked. This was their only shot though, unless they ran, and Sam was pretty sure they couldn’t outrun a cat that size.

Holding her breath, she slowly opened the door as she kept her eyes trained on the animal. It’s body low and butt raised ready to pounce on the squirrel below, “Vic get in…” She waited with baited breath hoping the woman would slide into the truck and to the other side fairly quickly.

For a moment, Vic wondered who would be faster- herself, or the large, demanding cat.  She was faster than the average human, sure, but would she be quick enough to place herself in front of Sam if the cat tried to attack her again?  She wasn’t sure, and she slowly took a few silent steps closer to the truck for good measure.  She wasn’t about to risk losing someone innocent.  

Luckily, the cat pounced off the top of the truck, swiftly and sneakily, and the squirrel was still none the wiser.  She watched as it slinked through the grass and managed to blend in despite it’s size.  It was an entirely fascinating creature, and if it weren’t for their impending escape, she might have stayed to watch it for hours. 

Her eyes fell to Sam’s pocket as soon as she heard the keys jingle, and a small smirk formed on her lips.  Sam Smarty pants, that would be the name she’d put in her phone if they exchanged contacts.  It was a good idea, one that Vic’s fight mechanism hadn’t even glossed over.  She nodded, because duh, she got the idea, and she cringed visibly as the door creaked loudly as she closed it.  

The cat, who had gotten much closer to the squirrel by that point, lifted it’s head and looked toward the truck at the sound of the doors.  “How old is this thing?!”, Vic asked, wiping her hands off on her jeans.  She was about to scold the girl again to let her know how dangerous it was to drive an old, potentially unsafe vehicle, when from the other side of the window, she saw the cat running back toward the truck at double speed.  “Sam! Drive this death trap!  Now!”

Somehow, they managed to evade the cat safely, but Sam wasn’t able to escape Vic’s lecture about vehicular safety in an ever changing, dangerous world.  

[ramblingsofafanatic]

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Summary: Kallus finds a sith holocron as he and Zeb are exploring an abandoned temple.

Word Count: 679

Relationships: Alexsandr Kallus/Garazeb "Zeb" Orrelios

Warnings: None.

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Fic under the cut:

Kallus walks carefully through the abandoned temple they're exploring. The Ghost crew are planet side for once and Zeb volunteered to come on a scouting mission with him to check out the nearby temples to see if they can find anything useful for the rebellions uses or if they’re structurally sound enough to be used in expanding their base. 

Kallus was honestly expecting to be doing this alone, but Zeb insisted on accompanying him, claiming that the chance of running into some spiders was worth it to spend time with Kallus. It’s unfortunate that the only way they can spend time together most days is by working on the same project or mission, but that comes with fighting a war. 

Kallus splits off from Zeb, deciding that it’s be faster to examine the last two rooms separately. He slips into the room without thinking too much about it, like most of the other rooms there isn’t much of note, some flimsi strewn about, maps of the planet they already have copies of. The only thing that’s going to be of much use is the furniture. It’s all made of real wood, which makes sense when they’re surrounded by trees and probably isn’t that significant to those who grew up on similar planets. But it’s still a novelty for Kallus, who spent most of his life on coruscant and imperial ships where real wood furniture was reserved for those who could afford to import it. Which wasn’t many, and certainly wasn’t Kallus. 

He’s turning around to head back out when he spots something shiny on one of the desks. He moves a bit closer and sees that it’s a gold pyramid with red-tinted windows looking into something floating in the middle. Odd.

“Kal, you done?” Zeb calls out. 

“Almost!” Kal responds as he takes the last couple steps to the table to grab the device and tuck it into his jacket. 

“Well, hurry up, I don’t wanna be in here longer than necessary.” Zeb says.

“You volunteered to be here.” Kallus reminds him as he steps back out into the hallway to see Zeb looking apprehensively around him.

“I volunteered to be with you, but I’d much rather be doing it somewhere less dusty and spider-infested.” Zeb grouches as they make their way back out of the temple and towards base. 

“Well I’m sorry for picking the worst date locations,” Kallus says with an eye roll, “Oh but I did find this!” He adds on as he pulls out the device. 

“Oh no,” Zeb says, as he stops walking and takes the device to get a better look at it.

“Oh no, what do you mean oh no!” Kallus asks as he pauses where he stands as well.

“We gotta get that to Kanan, he’ll know what to do with it.” Is all Zeb says before starting off again at a quicker pace.

“Is it some Jedi thing? Zeb!” Kallus asks as he takes off to try and catch back up to Zeb. They make it to the Ghost and find Kanan helping Ezra practice some lightsaber forms, however Ezra is quick to stop and focus on the holocron in Zeb’s hand. 

“Another sith holocron?” Ezra asks, taking it from Zeb as Kanan moves closer as well.

“That explains the weird feeling.” Kanan says. 

“Sith holocron? Another?” Kallus asks, bewildered.

“Yea. Found one on Malachor too,” Ezra explains.

“What is one doing on Yavin?” Kallus asks.

“Good question,” Kanan says, “One that will be hard to answer.”

“Can you open it?” Kallus asks.

“No,” Kanan says firmly. 

“Not a good idea,” Ezra says, with a wince that only brings up more questions.

“Okay! Well, Kal and I are gonna go for dinner and leave you guys to play Jedi detectives.” Zeb intervenes, grabbing Kallus and pulling him away.

“But I-”

“No, you promised we’d eat and then cuddle up for the rest of the night, not try and figure out some weird mystery.” Zeb says.

“Fine,” Kallus says, but he makes mental notes of all the questions he’ll ask later.

[jedi-lothwolf]

Day 4: Les Misérables (Survivors Guilt)

Fandom: Star Wars (Post Order 66)

Summary: Obi-wan Kenobi deals with his guilt.

    It had been years since the end of the Clone War. Obi-wan still thought about it often. He wondered how he survived or why he kept persevering.

    When he was 25 he survived a battle with a sith. As a padawan he should have been the one laying in the ground. But instead Qui-gon, his only father figure, died.

    During the war he watched his friends slowly die off until he was the only survivor of his friend group from his earlier years. It didn't seem fair. He still stood even as his men fell beside him.

    Maul killed innocent people to get his attention. He killed Satine just to get to him. Her death had been his fault yet he walked away.

    The Jedi purge had killed most every Jedi. The clones, their most trusted ally had killed their Jedi generals and commanders. The younglings in the temple had been slaughtered like cattle. They were defenseless.

    Most of the council had fallen yet he was alive. Instead of fighting, Obi-wan walked away. He hid Luke from his father; a monster he had taken part in creating. Even if by accident, there had to be something he could have done for Anakin.

    Everyone around the man died. Their ghost haunted every corner of his cave. They whispered in his ears, asking him why he survived.

    Maybe he needed to go outside. So the man walked out of the cave. He let the hot sun touch his skin. Every part of his old life tormented him. The memories plagued his life. They destroyed him in the same way he domed the people around him.

    The sun only made him hotter. He had hoped that maybe it would melt some of the guilt that had frozen him, but it didn't. Luke was around five now.

    The man had fallen into a routine. Yet nothing he tried made him feel any better. Obi-wan didn't want to spend the rest of his life miserable, he didn't want to be consumed by the tormenting memories and guilt that he had been swallowed whole by.

    Maybe a walk could help?

    Walking around, Obi-wan couldn't escape his own mind. Padme should be raising her children. But Obi-wan had let Anakin kill her. He couldn't save her, maybe no one could.

    Dealing with others survivor guilt had been easy. Obi-wan knew how to comfort Cody when his brothers died, he could help with the feeling that he should have done more or that he should have been there or that it should have been him. The jedi could explain that nothing could have been done and that his brothers wouldn't want him to feel so guilty over something he couldn't control.

    The same has gone for Anakin and the rest of his men. Obi-wan had talked to Kit Fisto when he started to feel that way and he had helped to calm Depa Billaba with the death of her first battalion. He had helped to guide Anakin in helping Rex with the guilt of Umbara.

    It wasn't so easy to get rid of the guilt yourself. Nothing helped. Obi-wan started to run. Like running would do anything. You can't outrun yourself, it's impossible. Getting away from the cave, from where his lightsaber rested, seemed like a good idea. Maybe he just needed to get away from that faster?

    It was hard to run in the sand. Stopping, Obi-wan sat in the scorching hot sand. What was doing? This was where his life was supposed to go. He was supposed to be living happily with the people he'd lost.

    There was nothing left to do. So he walked home. Tears fell from his eyes as he walked. The guilt worsened with every step.

    Being the survivor was hard. It might have been one of the hardest things Obi-wan had ever done. But there was no way to change that. The fact was he wasn't god, he wasn't even close. All the people who died were going to die and there was nothing he could do about it. Obi-wan Kenobi was just a man. No man on his own can prevent death. No matter how hard they try they can only put it off.

    The entrance of the cave Obi-wan sighed. Facing himself, he walked in and sat down on his bed. Laying down, he let every feeling drag him down until he was lying there sobbing. Sometimes you have to let yourself feel it.

    Hours went by and he finally calmed down. The feelings would live with him forever. The memories would haunt him forever. There was nothing he could change and now he had to live with it. Why he survived, Obi-wan still didn't know, but there had to be a reason. There had to be. The Jedi just wished he knew what it was.

[des8pudels8kern]

Look, it’s another snippet of fake Sith!Obi-Wan!

“You couldn’t just get a tooka?”

“She’s not a pet, Commander.”

“It’s not contraband, is it? How do you finance your exploits, since you insist you are not a Separatist contractor?”

“Gambling. I’m very good at sabacc, and even better at cheating at it. And she’s not contraband. She’s... a friend.”

Cody looked up at the kriffing 15-meter-long lizard parkouring across the hangar. A friend. Obviously.

“And why is your friend climbing over my hangar ceiling right now?”

“Because your men shorted the loading ramp of my ship, presumably to investigate suspicious noises once she woke up. By the way, this does not speak well of their risk assessment capabilities or common sense. I am a known terrorist.”

Cody was aware. He was also aware that most of his men now considered the Sith to be at least morally grey, even though they, unlike Cody, didn't know he wasn't as much of a Sith as he pretended to be.

“That ship is way too small to keep her in, Commander, Sir Sith,” said Ringer, who had gotten his life saved by the Sith once and clearly lost all reservations and common sense since. “Keeping her locked in there is animal cruelty.”

“Oh, I don’t usually keep her locked in. In fact, I’ve spent the last two weeks trying to get her out, but she’s faster than me, and smart enough to only ever go far enough to be back by the ship before me.”

The Sith slowly walked towards the ramp of his ship, looking up at the giant lizard that was creeping towards them. Walking upside-down on the ceiling. Its suction cup-toes were leaving a faint trail on the surface that would be very difficult to explain to any visiting Jedi, natborn, or sane clone. The lizard’s face was turned towards the Sith, neck bending to keep its eyes locked on him like a clawbird prowling towards a potential meal.

That beak would be able to crack a human skull like a porg egg.

Then the lizard dropped from the ceiling.

Cody pulled his blaster and had it aimed at the animal before it landed on the ramp, between the Sith and his ship.

Sithspit.

“Is stun going to be enough to stop it?” The vode around him had raised their own weapons now. Suddenly so close, the lizard had apparently gotten reclassified from a poor, abused animal to a veritable threat. “Shh! If we startle it, it’ll bite him in half before we’ve got a chance to find out.”

Cody agreed.

“Get back here,” he hissed at the Sith, who didn’t move even though the line of his shoulders was too relaxed for him to be frozen in fear.

We won't harm it, he thought at the Sith.

They’d figure out the correct stun setting while everybody was safely out of beak reach, then properly drug the beast, and drop it at the next habitable planet they passed by. Cody pictured the process carefully and tried to project it at the ginger head in front of him because Force knew the Sith had gotten weird about killing once he’d discovered his conscience and he had already proven he veered towards suicidal more than survival.

Then, with a force that had the Sith stumble two steps back and punched the breath out of Cody and several of the men around him, the lizard bumped the flat of his head into the Sith’s chest.

“She’s a varactyl, and her name is Boga,” the Sith said softly as Cody tried to calm his heart that was trying to escape his ribs. He buried his hands in the smaller feathers at the line of the lizard’s crest, ruffling and pruning. The lizards rumbled, forehead rubbing up and down the Sith’s front with enough strength to almost lift him up his feet. “She’s decided that I must be lonely, with no flock of my own, and has taken upon herself to keep me company.”

Someone make a choked-off sound somewhere to Cody’s right, and he lowered his blaster. The varactyl was too big to be considered harmless, but she posed no immediate threat. Still, she couldn’t stay. Cody had gotten lax with one stray, but the Sith at least was a known variable at this point.

“Can you get her back into the ship?”

“Yes,” the Sith scratched her ruff, and one of her hind-legs went pat-pat-pat against the floor. “She’s stretched her legs. Once she’s got sufficient grooming, she’ll get back inside for a nap.”

The present clones were beginning to spread out. No one tried to approach the varactyl, at least, but some slunk off towards the sides. Cody would bet his gauntlets there’d be holos of the Sith petting a giant lizard like an overgrown tooka all over the intranet soon.

“This might even have been a stroke of luck;” the Sith glanced over his shoulder, a corner of his mouth lifted in amusement, “now she will think you are my flock and let me drop her off back home!”

Then he dropped forward, half-lying on the bony ridge of her forehead, arms buried in feathers.

The varactyl’s rumbling picked up a notch, and Boil, who had no reason to be in the hangar but somehow was anyway, squealed.

Cody looked at the Sith, always so straight-backed and untouchable in his precisely tailored, flawless clothing, every line of the dark blue fabric meticulous and as much an armour as Cody’s own, lavishing affection on an animal that had left its home for him.

Was he lonely?

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[halateez-sun]

Seonghwa X Reader One Shot

Genre: apocalyptic, syfy, sad

TW: mentions of death by fire

Description: you’re a storm trooper working for Sith Lord Seonghwa during an apocalypse.

A/N: this is my first one shot so please no negative comments. I’m basing this off a dream I had last night so that’s why it’s not the best to start off.

Running a health facility was the last thing on our list as storm troopers. An unexpected apocalypse ambushed us all, a viral fungal infection spreading from person to person, child to child. I’ve taken hundreds of families to the medical building. Seonghwa watched from his office, my heart beating faster each time new people start coming up to us. After taking the last family to the doctors, I was making my way out to greet two parents with their daughter, who all seemed to be in really bad shape.

As I was about to approach them, Seonghwa’s voice boomed through my ears. “Y/N! No more taking these poor people to the medical building. It’s getting full and we don’t have the space to wait for anymore to show up.” “But what about the rest of the people needing our help?” Seonghwa sighed and shook his head and I knew what was coming. “Take them to the furnace down in the mines, we can’t hold anymore.” I stepped aside from the family, looking at Hwa through my visor. “They have a child Hwa. We can’t just kill her off.”

He sighed and looked over at the family. “Fine, take them to a room in the medical building, leave the child to get checked, and you take the parents to the furnace to die.” I sighed, only nod in silence. “That’s an order, Y/N.” “Yes sir.” I walked over to the family as Seonghwa walked away to the other troopers guarding the mines. “Follow me please.” I led the family to the last open room available.

I look down at the little girl and I set her on the bed, a doctor coming in to check on her. I instruct the parents to follow me out of the room. “Where are you taking us? We should be with our child!” The mother was upset, but thankfully two other storm troopers followed behind them to make sure they didn’t run off. “Just keep quiet and follow me.”

We get to the mine entrance and the father yanks me to a stop. “Where the fuck are you taking us? You’re all worthless assholes who do nothing but kill is all off, turing poor children into robots for the empire.” Standing there in silence, the other storm trooper grabbed the man by his arm and drug him to the furnace. The other nudged the woman and she silently protested, but continued to make her way to the line of people waiting to burn to death.

The other two troopers who accompanied me stayed behind with the parents as I made my way back to the child. I exit the mine and I felt a hand grab my arm, and I look up to see Seonghwa standing there. I pulled away and made my way down the hallway back to the little girl. “Y/N! We need to talk.” I sigh and stop right outside her door. “What is there to talk about? You made me tear a family apart, yet all these other families get to stay together? Why?” Seonghwa grabbed my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug.

I dropped my weapon and felt my mask grow warm from the sweat and tears. “There was a reason why I did that. That little girl is my brother’s child. He died before she was ever born, and her mother gave her up for adoption. The two with her…they were not nice people. I did what I had to do to protect my niece.” I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest and I heard silent sobs coming from Seonghwa.

“They hurt her didn’t they?” He pulled away and sighed softly. “Yes.” I reached up to remove my helmet, my scar from a Jedi lightsaber apparent across my face. “Then take her home.” I look at him, his hands reaching up to remove his own mask. “I was thinking…you and I both adopt her.” “Me? Why me?” Just before I could get anymore questions out, a pair of lips fell onto mine, hoots and hollers were the only noise to fill my ears.

“Because I love you, and I wouldn’t be asking you to do this, if I didn’t love you.” He took my hand and we both walked into the room and saw her sound asleep in her bed, hooked up to machines monitoring her. “I was also thinking of letting you go from your storm trooper role and make you my Queen. That is if that’s okay with you, Y/N.” I looked at the helmet in my hand and up at him, his eyes soft. “That’s more than okay with me Seonghwa.”

Days later, Seonghwa and I were ruling the empire side by side, Nabi, our daughter had finally felt like she could be happy and free from whoever and whatever had happened to her. That was all I ever wanted, a family, even if the child wasn’t my own. I was happy. I am happy.

[tiredassmage]

What happened after the mission that got Leo's unit killed that he embarrassed Vorza so much?

In my own thinking about what would warrant such a punishment, I very much got vibes like that of what happened when Weiss snapped at the Beacon fundraiser/charity gala in Atlas in Volume 4 of RWBY. But idk. That's just my thoughts.

Damn, I do miss this guy. Okay, this will also be beneficial for me to actually write down because I... haven't done that yet, lmao. And I'm starting to forget who I might've ever clarified it with.

Leo's falling out with his father after the deployment is... Well, I mean, yes, about how their relationship has really never been a positive one, and it boils down to a lot of the same that Leo has always butted heads with him on: Vorza's expectations of him and who he was to be were a lot different than what Leo wanted. Unfortunately I'm not familiar with RWBY to confirm or deny if that's it from experience, but I'll try to walk us through it and y'all can tell me. xD

What Vorza tells him to shape up about it is, in short, an "attitude" problem. It's that Leo doesn't let go of the fact that he disagreed with the orders that got his unit killed. It's that he loudly puts blame on the Sith that was leading them that day and that he gets in his commanding officer's face about getting a lot of men killed. Now, his CO might have brushed off some of it on his own physical and mental recovery from the fighting, but a Sith's a lot more unlikely to tolerate continued insubordination of that nature, and Leo wasn't in a state that was likely to get any quieter about it without a sharp intervention.

So, Vorza, somewhat begrudgingly, I imagine, intervened to get Leo's injuries actually treated - hence the cybernetics. But Vorza's concern isn't Leo's well-being, it's how his loud mouth will reflect on the family reputation if he doesn't cool jets, and quickly. The only reason Vorza doesn't want to see Leo court-martialed for his actions is the irreparable damage Vorza worries about for his own position and the status of the family. Leo's following deployment to Begeren, then, is... just as much punishment, you could say, as it is "get your act together or you better hope someone else cleans your chrono about it before I do." It's for appearances' sake, really. If Leo can complete another tour of duty without tarnishing his record further, Vorza can deal with his son's attitude afterward more quietly and out of public attention.

In short then, what happened after the mission is Leo reacted to the trauma of losing his entire unit, of being ordered into a situation his gut told him was too dangerous, and then being proven right. Part of what haunts him still about that experience is not speaking up sooner, of not making that fuss when they were still alive to rebuke orders. Maybe it would've been a death sentence either way with a temperamental, hotblooded young Sith at their lead, but if enough of them had agreed to speak up together, maybe... maybe things would be different. It's one of the things that feeds Leo's impression of himself as selfish, and far more motivated by self-preservation than an interest in larger, grand ideals.

But he'll never know now. Those men are dead. And while he still had enough heat in him left to snap at Vorza about his attitude problem for a moment, he... ultimately felt locked up again by the lack of real choice in the matter. Leo wasn't looking to get himself killed - not that day, and not afterwards in proceedings or on a Sith's blade, either. And it was what he "owed" for Vorza so kindly (sarcasm detected) stepping in to help with his physical treatments afterward. Vorza's position and the family's status are the only things that bought him the kind of recovery time and treatment methods he was afforded, rather than being lost more in the shuffle of reassignments and possibly not redeployed at all - or redeployed faster than might've been... healthy, if you will. What Vorza frames it as is a chance to keep some honor, but what it really is between him and Leo is a demand to not fuck something up even further, and a promise that the slight won't be forgotten regardless.