#Star Wars one shot

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Can I request Qimir x reader, where maybe she was his acolyte and ran away from him and now he's found her, with some angst but a happy ending?

WC: 1 K.

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After many months of tracking you, Qimir had finally found you. You were his apprentice- his acolyte, until you had run away from him a few years ago. Since you knew his true identity, he couldn’t simply let you go.

You were meditating by a lake, trying to clear your mind, when you felt a familiar presence approach. He was here. Your heart skipped a beat, and as you rose to your feet, ready to flee again, you turned and found yourself face-to-face with him. Seeing him standing there, after all this time, caught you off guard.

“Hello, Y/n. Still running from me, are you?” he smirked, tilting his head slightly.

Your hand instinctively twitched toward the hilt of your lightsaber, trying to mask the storm of emotions swirling within you. The red glow of your blade cast a sharp shadow across your face as you took a step forward, ready to face him.

As your lightsabers clashed for the first time, memories of training under him came rushing back. His strikes were sharp and precise, though it was clear he wasn’t aiming to kill. You held your ground, meeting each blow with newfound strength. He could see how much you had improved- you were stronger, more skilled, but despite the progress, it still got to you- he still got to you. That familiar smirk crept into his face, and he remarked, “I see you’ve been keeping up with your training.”

His smugness fueled your frustration, and you lunged forward, but he parried your saber effortlessly. 

“I have, I had to. I’m not the weak little girl you once knew.” you shot back, your voice laced with anger.

“If you continued to train, then why did you run away from me? Clearly, no Jedi trained you.” he questioned, genuine curiosity flickering in his eyes.

Your grip tightened on your lightsaber as you struggled to explain. 

Blocking another strike, you finally answered, “It was never about you being a Sith. I don’t care about the Jedi or Sith. It’s the way you were training me.”

Confusion softened that cocky edge in his expression as he cornered against a tree, your lightsaber barely blocking his. “What are you saying? I tried my best with you. I was careful. Other masters would’ve been far harsher.”

You managed to push him away, creating some distance between you. “Exactly!” you shouted, your lightsaber faltering for a second. “You were too kind… It- it made me develop feelings I shouldn’t have.” Your voice was now low, almost regretting what you said.

He paused, tilting his head slightly as if to understand “Feelings? What’s wrong with that? Only the Jedi expect you to control your emotions, and I’m no Jedi.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, lowering your lightsaber as you stared at him, your heart pounding. “Even as a Sith, Qimir, having feelings for your Master is inappropriate.”

The silence between you was deafening. His eyes widened as the realization hit him. “Oh… OH! Is that why you left?” He blinked, his lightsaber still humming at his side. “We could’ve resolved this by just talking.”

You shook your head, frustration building in your chest. “No, we couldn’t have. These feelings.. They became too much. I couldn’t concentrate on my lessons anymore. Every time you touched me-” Your voice caught in your throat as the memories resurfaced. “Every time, I lost focus. My desires were overwhelming, and if I wanted to continue learning, I had to get as far away from you as possible.”

He stood there, frozen. His lips parted, searching for something to say. His jaw tightened slightly as he finally asked. “Is that all you care about? Becoming powerful?”

You softened at his words, sensing the vulnerability and hurt hidden beneath them. “That’s not-” You paused, gathering your thoughts. “Power is important, yes, if I was ever going to fall in love with someone and still practice the way of the force… I needed to be able to defend myself.”

“And have you?” he asked, his voice quieter now, raw in a way you’d never imagined.

You looked up at him, your throat tight. “Are you asking if I’ve fallen in love? If my feelings for you have changed?” 

He nodded slowly, his expression guarded as he watched you, waiting for your answer.

Your heart raced as you considered your words. “Would it change anything?” you whispered, afraid of the answer.

His reply was soft but carried the weight of his feelings. “It would change everything” he admitted. “You weren’t the only one suffering from your emotions.”

You blinked, taken aback by his confession. “Wait… are you saying you had feelings for me, too?”

“I still do” he said, his voice full of the truth he had been keeping for so long. “I told you, this could’ve been solved a lot easier if we had just talked.” He gave you a faint smile.

You scoffed, feeling a pang of defensiveness. “Well, you could’ve said something.”

He let out a breath, shaking his head. “You left before I could.” There was a tinge of hurt lingering in his voice.

Silence fell between you as the reality of the situation settled in. You stared at each other, both knowing that so much had been left unsaid for far too long. The distance between you now felt unbearable, but neither of you moved.

“So…what now?” you finally asked, your voice shaky.

His lightsaber was still ignited and you glanced at the weapon as he stepped closer, but you didn’t move. He didn’t respond, not with words. Instead, he reached for you, closing the distance in one swift motion, his lightsaber deactivating. His lips crashed against yours with the intensity of everything you’d both been holding back for so long. Your hands instinctively clutched his robes as you kissed him back with equal fervor. When he finally pulled back, you were both breathless, his forehead resting against yours. His lips curved into a small, almost teasing smile. “Will you stop running from me now?”

You rolled your eyes, letting out a soft laugh before leaning in for another kiss. “I hope this answers your question” you murmured against his lips, your words melting into the kiss as you pulled him closer.

[anatee]

A rainy night | Kylo Ren x Reader

A rainy night | Kylo Ren x Wife!Reader One Shot

Word count: 1.13K

Author’s note: This is my first attempt at something this short. Something soft laced with angst if you squint your eyes. No smut, no warnings, almost unlike me.

Nights full of tossing and turning weren't unfamiliar to Y/N. It was always just her, the darkness of the room and haunting sleeplessness every time her husband was away.

Kylo Ren was no ordinary man in many aspects. Many quivered at the mere sight of him, and she knew how powerful he was, how strong the Force was with him. However, it did not stop her from worrying about him every time she knew he was off fighting his enemies, a knot in her stomach forming at the mere thought of him getting hurt.

And that particular night was no different. Rain was rattling against the windows, the sound echoing against the walls of the spacious, dark bedroom Y/N was completely alone in. She let out a sigh, the silky sheets rustling as she turned again. That uneasy feeling in her chest was almost unbearable; the darkest thoughts were racing through her mind, not allowing her any moment of peace.

And then came a loud slam, one she knew did not come from the raging storm. It came from inside the marvellous house she could live in, being the wife of the Supreme Leader himself. Someone slammed the front door, and her heart leaped.

"Love?" She sat up immediately. "Is that you?"

"Yes." The voice that answered her was a familiar one; it was the deep and raspy tone she adored, but at that time, it sounded almost... Broken.

She slid off the bed immediately, quickly tying the silky bathrobe over her revealing nightgown. She heard heavy footsteps, very slow ones, that made her worry greatly.

Her heart sank when she entered the dark hallway. Even in the poor light the single window offered, she could see the figure of her husband, slouched and without his helmet on. He looked completely exhausted, but did give her the smallest of smiles when he saw her.

"Oh, Kylo." She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding, then ran up to him and embraced him immediately. "What happened? I was so worried."

She felt him raise one of his arms slowly and wrap it around her, keeping her close. He let out a long, deep breath; it seemed like he needed that even more than air.

"Not everything went according to plan," he replied quietly after a moment of silence. "But it doesn't matter. They won't stop me. They can never win."

"It only matters to me that you're back," she whispered quickly, taking a step back to look into his eyes. She intended to put her hand on his cheek, and that was when he flinched slightly, making her gasp in realisation.

"You're hurt," she said breathlessly, unpleasant shivers rushing down her spine.

"Don't worry." Kylo grabbed her hand with his own gloved one, guiding her to the part of his face which was free of wounds. "I had it taken care of."

She took a deep breath, knowing he would not give up. "Is there anything you need?"

"You," he replied quietly, cupping her face with his large hands. Even in the darkness, she could see the emotions in his eyes, and it was pure love he was looking at her with, a sight for sore eyes after the horrible things he had seen.

He slid his hands down her body and brought her close again, allowing her to rest her weight on his broad chest and shoulder. He closed his eyes, resting his chin on her head as he breathed in that familiar scent of hers; his breathing was slow but loud, complete exhaustion speaking through him. After a moment, he lowered his head to leave one longing kiss on her lips, savouring the moment for a while.

Then, with a swift move of his strong arms, he scooped her off the floor almost effortlessly.

"You sure you're not too tired for this? Too hurt?" she asked, surprised, but not opposed to being in his arms.

"For this?" He let out the smallest chuckle, a tired, but sincere one. "Never." He leaned his forehead against hers, nuzzling against her like a cat. He started walking towards their bedroom, then set her down on the bed as delicately as possible, as if she were the most fragile treasure in the world, acting completely opposite to what the deadly weapon at his belt suggested.

He kissed her softly on the forehead, leaning over her. "Why weren't you asleep?" he asked huskily, true fear for her speaking through him.

"I was worried."

Kylo let out a sigh. He knew she was, yet he was 

not the best with words, unsure how to tell her how much he worried, too, and how he appreciated that she always waited for him despite his long periods of absence.

He grabbed the lightsaber at his belt and took it off, then left it on the bedside table. She then watched him pull off his gloves and toss them to the floor, the sounds of the heavy rain still filling up the room. In almost hesitant moves, he began caressing her face, now with his bare hand. She enjoyed the warmth of his large palm rubbing onto her while he studied her face with it as if he were blind, trying to make out each shape to remember it.

She raised her own hand to tangle it into his luscious hair, stroking his head. They both needed each other's touch badly, to cure themselves, to heal all the gashes made not by weapons, but by the yearning. The expression on his face was clear; he was exhausted, and something was trembling inside him, she could see it.

"Are you sure your injuries are fine?"

"Yes," he replied huskily, still caressing her face. "I just..."

"Just what?"

He looked down for a moment, hesitant, then took a deep breath. His lips trembled before he managed to utter:

"I want you close. Just... Just close."

"Then by all means..." she replied with a soft smile.

Kylo lowered himself until he came to rest his head on her chest like on a pillow, breathing loudly in the process. It seemed that was the first moment the stress started coming off of him, as he nuzzled into her, craving the warmth and comfort she provided.

She embraced his large figure, then began stroking his hair again. Feeling his heartbeat against her own skin made her determined to calm it down. At that moment, he was completely vulnerable, allowing her to do absolutely anything she wanted to. The rain was still knocking on the glass, but that sound was a blessing to both of them.

He sighed eventually, not moving an inch away from her, as if scared she could disappear at any moment. "I would be hollow without you."

[kaminokatie]

Anakin Skywalker General Dating Headcannons

Synopsis - Anakin Skywalker dating headcannons.

Warnings - SFW & NSFW.

Word Count - 0.8k.

[Caffeinate Me]

SFW:

: ̗̀➛ Let’s be real here, you’re probably going to be Anakin’s (older) padawan.  He’ll take you under his wing after Ahsoka leaves the Jedi Order, seeing tremendous value in your abilities. 

: ̗̀➛ At first, Anakin only sees you as his padawan. But the more time he spends with you, the more he finds himself viewing you in a different light.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin finds himself wanting to train with you more often than he should. He wants to see how far you’ve come since you had started training with him. So, Anakin has you training in your spare time. 

: ̗̀➛ When he’s not around you, Anakin finds himself thinking about you, wanting to make sure you’re okay. That’s when Anakin realises he’s falling in love with you. He’ll comm you often just to speak with you and ‘discuss the mission’ when in reality, he just wants to hear your voice. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin confesses his feelings to you after you almost die on a mission. The two of you are alone in the med-bay and he pulls you flush to his chest and with tears in his eyes he whispers to you, “I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you. I-I’m in love with you.”

: ̗̀➛ You’re shocked. You didn’t think Anakin would ever see you like that, not that you mind, you feel exactly the same way. “I’m okay Anakin,” you whisper in response, pulling away from the sweet embrace. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin wastes no time in pushing his lips to yours. His lips are soft and warm against your own chapped and dry ones. You sigh into the kiss and automatically kiss back, your eyes fluttering closed as your arms make their way around his neck. 

: ̗̀➛ “I love you,” Anakin whispers into your lips. 

: ̗̀➛ “I love you too Anakin,” you reply, a smile gracing your lips. 

: ̗̀➛ From that day on Anakin never had you leave his side. If he went on a mission, you went on the mission with him. There were no ifs, ands or buts about it. The Jedi Council never dared separate you two again. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin would pull you into a secluded, dark corner or room and make-out with you both before and after missions or any time he was able to get you alone away from prying eyes. 

: ̗̀➛ The 501st catch on quickly but don’t say anything to either of you. They notice the way Anakin looks at you from across the room, or the way his hand would ‘accidentally’ brush past yours when you were walking.

: ̗̀➛ Anakin stays in your quarters with you, sleeping in your bed and using your shower etc just so he doesn’t have to leave you. 

: ̗̀➛ When the two of you get married, which is quite early on into your relationship,  you swap lightsabers instead of rings as a symbol of your love for each other. Your lightsabers are extremely similar so it wouldn’t be so noticeable, but Anakin was willing to take the risk anyway. 

NSFW:

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves to have sex with you. It’s his favourite way to show you just how much he loves you. 

: ̗̀➛ His favourite position is missionary. He loves being able to see your face when he fucks you and watches the way your face contorts in pleasure. 

: ̗̀➛ Usually has sex with you in your bed on the Jedi Cruiser where the two of you can’t be interrupted, but isn’t opposed to having a quickie in the Jedi Temple if at all possible. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves sleepy morning sex, it’s probably his favourite. He wakes up pressing against you, cock erect and ready for you. He wakes you up with soft, open-mouthed kisses to your neck and climbs on top of you. You sleepily open your legs and invite him in, eyes fluttering open as you’re greeted with a hungry kiss. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin loves eating you out and would do it forever if you let him. He loves it when your thighs tighten around his head and you squirm as you cum on his face. Anakin still doesn’t stop eating you when you’ve cum, he likes to draw at least two orgasms from you before he’s ready to fuck you. 

: ̗̀➛ When he’s particularly stressed from missions, Anakin will use sex as an outlet. His hands will wrap around your throat as he fucks you from behind, strangling you softly. You have a safe word for if it gets too much, but it never does. He never pushes past any of your boundaries no matter how pent up he gets. 

: ̗̀➛ Never uses protection. He wants you to get pregnant. 

: ̗̀➛ Anakin uses the force during sex sometimes. He uses it to keep your legs apart or to choke you when things are getting a little S&M. Don’t think you can try to escape him either, if you’re on the brink of an orgasm don’t squirm or he’ll keep you in place with the force as he goes down on you. 

: ̗̀➛ Loves cock warming, especially in the coldness of space. You don’t have to move, just lay there with his cock inside you and fall asleep together. He’ll wake up in the morning still inside you and he realises just how lucky he is to have found somebody like you.

[rose-l-20]

Hello there, I just stumbled onto your page and I was wondering if I could request a Darth Maul x female reader with angst and fluff? Like reader is with the jedi order, but she isn't exactly liked because she has darkness in her but Maul likes her.....or if you have an original plot, go for it, I won't complain.

P.S.-I may come back and request something with Iceman or something from Harry Potter!

Please take me away - Darth Maul x Female!Human!Jedi reader

Hello! Thank you for the request! This idea is perfect for me to write my first Darth Maul Fic! 😫 I’ve always wanted to but never had the courage to do so! Please send any other requests you would like I would love that!

I also loved how you used blue for your writing! It made me read the request in the narrator from the Clone Wars show 😂

I hope you like it!

❤️🖤❤️🖤

SUMMARY: see request above!

WARNINGS: Reader is mistreated, reader is isolated, name calling, general angst, murder, swearing, stalking undertones, reader crying, insomnia, protective Darth Maul, age gap, nicknames, soft Darth maul, general fluff, running away, Jedi becomes Sith, Kyber crystal bleeding ritual. (TW) Unedited!

The sun was covered by clouds, seeping through the main Padawan training room. A lightsaber defense class was currently in session, with a head count of 12 15-16 year old Padawans. Along with a Master Jedi knight, who was teaching them a new range of skills and techniques.

There was a pair, consisting of a 15 year old boy and an equal aged girl. Her name was (y/n). She was known to be “slightly ahead” for her age. She found it easy to learn new skills. Almost like it was already written in her code.

The lesson started with meditation, to get everyone into the right head space. Moving onto an extensive warm up of the body, to ensure a full range of motion. Then the training began!

Each pair went one at a time, so their Master could watch them clearly without distractions. The majority of the pairs had their turn before (y/n) and her partner got to have theirs.

They got into position, ready to spar. The pair waited in idle anticipation for their Master to give the sign to start. Once hearing a “GO!” Blue crashed against green. The light crackles of contact, the hum of movement, and the children’s focused grunts were the only thing to be heard. The boy pushed (y/n) against the wall with the force, causing her to get frustrated as she knew she was years ahead of him. The sparing match went on, it looked like watching a dance routine.

The final straw for the young woman was the boys foot making contact with her chest, and shoving her to the ground. With a loud scream she used the force to pull herself up and started violently thrashing her saber against his, leaving him little to no time to strategies. She let out grunts and screams. “I HAVE HAD IT WITH YOU”, the words flew from her mouth and echoed in the large room.

The boy had slipped and fell hard on the ground. He was frightened to say the least, his saber was the only thing protecting him from being sliced apart. He called out to their master “HELP ME! SHE IS GOING TO KILL ME!”. With that their Master used the force to retract the girls lightsaber, which lead her to look at him with furious eyes. Before she could make another sound, she was put to sleep.

———

Since that day you never got along with anyone. Some people were wary of you and always tried to avoid you, while others were cruel to you. But one thing both groups had in common, was calling you horrible names. You were bounced around to different Masters, some just gave orders and ignored, some would insult you and make your life a living hell. You suffered in more ways than one. You were always stressed, never sleeping well, constantly being tired leading to you being an anxious woman. The topic of being kicked out was a reoccurring conversation, which lead to anxiety attacks. You could never catch a break mentally.

Walking through the halls of the order felt like being an easy target. You constantly heard whispers and people would shout at you. “Freak”, “Sith spy”, “future murderer”, “red eyes”, “piece of shit”, “waste of space”, “I bet your parents were bad people, and wanted nothing to do with a child like you!” And so much more.

Their were many missions were you would be called a few names, and insults. But one mission stuck out from the rest. You were told to stay back after the night watch debrief, which you knew wasn’t to praise you on your efforts.

You were 18 at the time, and 2 years from knighthood. The leading Jedi knight who gave the debrief, got right up into your face and verbal attacked you. The sun was setting behind him, making the hood he was wearing cast a shadow over his eyes. He was intimidating both in general and in this moment.

“(Y/n), you worthless waste of resources. If you make even one mistake or fault…I will get you kicked out. Am I fucking understood?” He gritted out with his teeth. You nodded with a “yes Master”, he shoved your shoulder and walked off. Your whole body shrunk into itself as you whispered “don’t cry” repeatedly.

———

As you were gathering yourself, a certain Dathomirian Zabrak was watching on. He was there to seek out information on the Jedi. Amber eyes were fixated upon their first glance at you, and his body froze. Seeing your Master lash out at you stopped him in his tracks. He heard what he needed to, ready to move on when he heard your name being called. The sound alone stopped him. When the senior Jedi threatened you, his body tensed. He didn’t know why, but it was like a hidden instinct had kicked in.

He saw you take a deep breath, ground yourself and walk off to your night watch route. You walked around the south west side of the building, starting to scope out the terrain. His body followed yours like a curious cat, walking slowly and steadily. His eyes scan over your body, learning every inch, while his fingers itched for the blood of the master who treated you like shit.

His mind was all over the place, and he struggled to make sense of it. Why was he following this young woman, while he was trying to get a job done. You felt his strong force signature, and ignited your blue saber. Your eyes darting in different directions, the man skilled in force distribution. Your body was on fire with a concoction of anticipation and adrenaline, using all the energy you could on finding the being who was a potential threat to the order.

After 10 minutes the signature was gone, and so was your energy. You walked back to your wall position and slouched against it, fingers rubbing your eyes as a new ache came from your temples. “Fucking hell, they’re now messing with my night duties. How low can they get?”

The black and red patterned man left on his ship with new information and some…conflicting emotions.

———

A year and 10 months passed and your life was bizarre to say the least. The mistreatment, name calling and isolation was still the same to your disappointment. But your sleep quality was heavily improved, your body felt better rested, and your anxiety has gone down significantly. The only side effect was weird dreams.

Across the span of this time the man had gone through a handful of months of trying to shove you from his mind, you were like a plague. He also thought of the most brutal of deaths for the master who insulted you. He got so annoyed with his mind he requested to be in a new area of the galaxy to not be able to even feel your presence…it didn’t help a single bit.

5-6 months into the year he had started accepting the emotions, and decided to watch over you. He wasn’t happy about the Jedi order’s behavior towards you. He was ready to kill every person who looked disgusted or said anything about you. He watched over you as you cussed, and cried for an ounce of a nice nights sleep, so he used his powers to lull your mind into restful, sweet, blissful sleep. The next morning your body felt like it was on a fluffy cloud. Your eyes welled up with tears of relief, and joy as you had enough energy to put in a little more effort in your appearance. Hair tied up in a proper style instead of a messy ponytail, uniform clean, and a smile rested on your slightly red, bitten lips.

The joy was only short as you were sent on a 2 month mission a few weeks later, and your sleep got worse again. This caused the multiple horned man couldn’t find you. But don’t worry he is a very determined person, and found you within a week.

At that point, your anxiety and stress had sky rocketed. Your usual bullying had gotten worse, because you didn’t make it to base camp at the allocated time. Leading to your masters to yell at you, give you inventory to sort, and you couldn’t rest until it was complete. Half way through you felt the familiar force signature from the first night. A smooth, yet gravelly voice made you jump while instinctually igniting your lightsaber.

“You shouldn’t have to endure the torment they put upon your heart and mind” the voice spoke, while coming out of the shadows. Confusion etched its way onto your face. You could tell the hooded man was no good, a Sith Lord most likely but you didn’t try to alert any one of his intrusion. His words seeped into your mind like sand between one’s toes. Repeating over and over.

“What is your business here?!” You got into your fighting stance, trying not to question his words and protect your camp. If you save them from this guy you could finally be liked! He rolled his eyes, using his ability with the force to seep into your thoughts. “You know they’ll find something wrong, even if you succeed in taking me out Darling”

Your figure slightly slumped over as his eyes held the truth. His hand reached and snatched your Saber from your hand, retracting the beam and placing it on your belt. Your confusion amplified at his actions. “What? W-why are you even telling me this?”

“Because Darling” he walked up to you, stopping just a foot from your body. You could see the details of his face, the red more clear in contrast to the black. “You know I’m right”. Your heart sunk to the bottom of your stomach, you did, you knew he was right.

———

From that day he showed up randomly, sometimes when you expected it, and sometimes you had to aggressively push him behind a wall and whisper “are you nuts?!”. He would smirk and shrug, walking off. You’d roll your pretty eyes and follow.

You stayed in the order, but found your comfort and peace in the man who went by “Maul”. It took a while for you to believe he wasn’t lying about a few things about himself, but once a foundation of trust was made you hung onto his every word.

You of course went through the usual phases. “What do you want?”, To “you again?”, To “stalker much?”, To “oh thank kriff you’re here!”. You guys maintained a great friendship. You had inside jokes, comfort between one another, learnt every little thing about each other, and so much more. The friendship lasted 4 years, until the following year (when you turned 25) you both felt a shift in the atmosphere. Catching each other’s eyes at random moments, longer silences and more tactile interactions.

However your workplace never got better, Maul would be there to support you through the worst days. The first time you both initiated a hug was when you were having a mental breakdown, and just a simple hand on your back didn’t help he pulled you tight, and close to his chest. You froze immediately upon impact, shocked but still in the middle of a mental breakdown you continued to get all of your feelings out in the crook of his neck. From there you both were comfortable in each other’s arms.

The 5th year, as the aura of your friendship was in its transformation you were struck with another breakdown. You flung yourself off your bed, the tie of your pajamas becoming loose as you ran into the woods. The fabric lowed over your shoulder as your eyes frantically looking for your confidant. You knew not to call out his name, they, the Jedi, will find you and punish you. Or worse, kill him. So your body fell to the ground trying to breathe through the pain.

The crunch of his boots against grass had you looking up at his worry stricken face. He reached for you as you blabbered through sobs “please…take m-me…away from here!" he held you and fixed your pajamas. Once you settled into his embrace he lifted your face by your chin, looking for any hesitations. Once certain he took his cloak off and placed it onto your frame. “Ok Darling, let’s go”

———

You got yourself familiar with your new home, which was his chambers on the planet of Mustafar across the span of 4 days. “How are you feeling darling?” His voice sounded so sweet in your ears. Your mind was finally at ease being off that planet. Your stress and anxiety felt like a distant memory already. You got up from his surprisingly comfortable bed while grabbing his outstretched hand. “Better, much better Maul”. He pulls you to his meditation room which was attached to his chambers. “This is where I would seep into your mind to bring you restful sleep”.

“I knew it was you after a while, the pieces of the puzzle came together on their own.” You smiled up at him. He reciprocated with his own smile. Maul used the force to pick up your lightsaber off your night table. “Are you ready and are you sure?” He held your chin again. “Yes”. With the force Maul opened your saber, to retrieve the Kyber crystal, placing it onto the ground you sat cross legged.

“Now, focus all of your energy on the sadness, all of your anger, all of your frustration, all of your pain into a ball. With that ball, force it into your crystal.” He instructed, and you followed suit. The blue of your saber fought against the red hue that was being emitted from your very soul. It wasn’t strong enough, compared to how you felt about those who put you through the worst years of your life. “Concentrate” he kept you grounded. Maul could sense your mind wandering.

The crackling had stopped, and the Kyber crystal was bled. You pulled it to your hand with haste, opening your eyes to look at it. A smirk stretched across your lips. Getting up you walked towards the man who you owed your freedom to, looking into his eyes he noticed the rings of orange and red in replacement to your (e/c).

“I love you Maul, I think I always have” your face came close to his, seeking the same emotion in his gaze. There was a moment of quiet, before his lips made contact with yours. The kiss was soft, tender and warm. With undertones of sickening revenge on his end. Maul pulled away, smiling down at your flushed face.

“I’ve always loved you too, my love”.

———

After a while of Maul teaching you new lightsaber tricks, force abilities that were forbidden by the Jedi code. All the while being the best lover the galaxy ever saw. He gifted you all the necessary things you had left behind, exotic flowers from planets he frequented and took the utmost care of you.

Your training had come to fruition, and your lover had approved you to come with him to fight. You grabbed your bag as you went to his ship, you got on board. As you walked up the ramp you saw Maul sitting in the cockpit. You placed yourself in his lap, folding your legs over each other. He kissed your lips as he took off.

On the way to your destination you had your regular conversations, and sat in comfortable silence. Maul never explained where you were going, but your gut told you that you already knew. Opening your bag you got your device, and when through some information with your lover. This consisted of notes from training, and important information from different groups of people he worked with. Half the time he got lost in your voice and had to get you to repeat yourself. “You are Darth Maul and you’re getting distracted? If the Jedi could see you now!” You laughed

“Of course I’m distracted love, have you seen yourself?” He rubbed your arm gently and held your gaze, which will never not make you blush deep red. “Shut the fuck up” you mumbled under your breath. His throat vibrated with a deep, amused laugh. Kissing your neck as he put the ship into hyperspace. His arm snaked around your waist to keep you from flinging forward, not letting go. This didn’t help your blush in any way.

You had landed at your destination, you were super excited to finally use your new skills and knowledge. Getting up from Maul’s lap, you put your cloak on and made sure your lightsaber was secured to your belt. Maul’s larger hands placed the hood over your head, casting a menacing shadow. “Ready, Darling?” His knuckles caressed your face and with a simple “Yes Master” you followed him out of the ships door.

The gravel beneath your boots was satisfying to your ears, as you approached a Jedi bass camp. Déjà vu hitting you hard, making your body burn with anger. Maul could sense it and refocused your mind, “stay focused Darth (y/n/n)”. Your response was a sharp nod with a small grunt. As you followed him you sensed force users. their signatures leaving a sour taste in the back of your throat. The camp was small, only housing 10 Jedi minimum.

"Wait here my love, you'll know when to come out" he placed a rough kiss to your lips, which you matched perfectly. You stayed behind the stones which hid the camp, choosing to lean against one that was nicely shaded. In your waiting time you practiced your breathing and preformed a brief meditation ritual, connecting to all the Sith Lords and Ladies that came before.

Maul walked up to the Jedi Knights, who were talking strategy around a table. some sitting, some standing and some lying down on the dirt. Their discussion came to a stop as they felt the aura of a threat. All of them got into formation, ready for anything.

"Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen... If you could even call your selves that." his hands reached for the hood of his cloak, and elegantly placed it on his neck. His eyebrows lowered as he recognized all of your main bullies. His anger rising as he remembered all of your anguish and suffering. One, the worst of them all had the gall to speak. "What is the meaning of your intrusion, Darth Maul?" This caused a sinical laugh to come from the depths of his soul.

"Darling! come!" his voiced rasped. You smirked as you started walking, head down facing the dirt ground. Each step you took was an ego boost, while making you feel giddy for your plans to take shape. "The "meaning of my intrusion" is her"

Your steps came to a stop on the right side of his body, your black cloak twirling in the wind. The air became suffocating as your advanced force signature took over the atmosphere. "would you be so kind to introduce yourself my love?"

Raising your head, lowering your hood from your head you made eye contact with the Jedi. Their mouths become agape, shock etched onto their faces within seconds. "(y-y/n)?"

"You thought I was weak, but now I’m back to show you the true meaning of power. Let’s see how you handle the darkness you created."

With that the sound of 3 lightsabers were ignited and blood finally shed.

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DONE! I hope you enjoyed it! It's not my best work, but if you feel otherwise then that is great!😂 For both my own indulgence, and research I went to TikTok to watch edits/clips to get a good look into the way his character is written in the movies. I hope I did him justice, and i conveyed what you envisioned! My years of developed creative writing skills finally kicked in a little over half way when i was writing! I'll edit it at some point, but for now I just want it posted. -L🤍

[make-me-imagine]

Worth Saving

Plot: When you are on a stealth mission in a rebel base, Obi-Wan must listen from a distance. When you are found out, injured and trapped, Obi-Wan races to save you, even when you tell him it's not worth it.

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Gn!Reader

Prompt: A is alone and hurt badly, they can talk to B through an earpiece/phone. Eventually A stops talking and B thinks they lost them. But they find them alive.

Requested By: Anonymous; this is a really old mystery prompt request lmao

A/n: I don't recall if they've ever even used ear-pieces in Star Wars except for with pilots in their ships, or if they just like...don't exist. But let's pretend they do lol

Warnings: Mild cursing, mentions of blood and death, wounds. Pretty angsty. Lack of a sense of self-worth from reader.

Words: 2.3k

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You tapped on the new piece of hardware hanging over your ear as you walked through the darkened backrooms of the base.

"Is this thing working?" You asked in a hushed tone.

"Yes, I can hear you just fine." You heard Obi-Wan's voice come through with a small amount of static mixed in.

"Oh good, now I can have your voice in my head telling me all the things I do wrong all the time now."

You could almost hear the smirk on Obi-Wan's face at your sarcastic remark before he replied "Perhaps this will stop you from making your impulsive decisions then."

"Don't get your hopes up."

Obi-Wan smiled again as he checked his scanners again. Even in these kinds of situations you could always make him smile.

He was nervous for you, being alone in a rebel base with no real knowledge of what you were actually looking for. And he hated that he was so far away, unable to get closer due to the base's ability to scan for ships.

So you snuck in yourself. Obi-Wan insisted on coming too, but you needed someone to be prepared to get you out fast, besides, if you got caught, there was a higher chance of him being recognized. You had a better ability of blending in, and no one knew your face, you couldn't be tracked back to the resistance.

"Damn"

Obi-Wan's heart dropped when he heard you curse, immedietely sitting up in his chair his hands hvering over the ships controls in case he needed to make his way to you.

"Y/n? What is it?"

"Someones coming, hold on." Your voice was barely audible, but Obi-Wan held his tongue, and his breath.

You snuck into a nearby room and leaned against the wall in the darkness. The sound of people walking past echoed through your ears.

Your heart was hammering as you held the handle of your phaser tightly.

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice spoke softly, worry obvious.

"I'm good." You whispered and you heard an audible sigh of relief.

Looking around the room you had snuck into, you realized it was full of computers and paperwork. Looking closer, you saw drives locked up in a cabinet. Your interest piqued, you inched closer, wondering if the information on the drives might be valuable.

"I found a bunch of data drives"

"Any way of knowing what's on them?"

Breaking the lock, you took as many drives as you could fit in your bag. "No Idea but I grabbed some. I'm going to try and get into their system."

Able to hack in, you were only able to find one file on a potential weapon development for the rebels before you suddenly heard the door behind you slide open.

You dropped down, trying not to be seen, but you weren't fast enough.

"There they are!"

Through the comm's Obi-Wan heard an unfamiliar yell before the sound of weapons fire was heard. Obi-Wan immediately started the ship and made his way towards the base.

Hearing you grunt in pain, Obi-Wan's heart dropped "Y/n?"

"I've been hit" You said with panic in your voice as you fired your weapon at the rebels. Killing one, and wounding the other, you managed to get out of the room.

You raced down the corridors, your abdomen burning from your wound. As alarms started to blare through the base, you looked for a way out, but as the sound of running approached, you felt a sense of dread wash over you.

"I'll be there soon Y/n, can you get to the pick up point?"

"I'll get back to you on that."

Weapons fire filled the comm's again and panic coursed through Obi-Wan. He knew it was too dangerous to send you alone, he hated that he didn't go with you, he hated that he didn't risk the resistance being linked to the mission.

When silence came through the comm's Obi-Wan spoke "Y/n, what's going on?"

He heard your heavy breaths through the comm "I can't get out, they've got the place flooded with people. Obi-Wan, they knew I was here. They didn't just find me, they were looking for me."

Obi-Wan's breath caught in his throat "Are you sure?"

You nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you "Yes, they knew"

Anger and worry coursed through him, who found out? Or, who betrayed you?

"Where are you?"

"I found a small storage room, I'm hiding in, I don't know if they'll find me. If they do, I'm screwed."

"How are your injuries?"

You looked down at your body and you swallowed. After the first hit to your abdomen in the control room, the ambush of rebels in the hall did more damage. You had been hit in the shoulder, arm and leg. It wasn't good, you already felt your body weakening.

Your clothes were burned from the phaser fire, the wounds were cauterized, but blood seeped from them due to your desperate escape.

"Not good."

Obi-Wan's stomach turned "I'm almost there, just hang on okay?"

"Obi-Wan, don't"

"Don't what?"

"Don't come for me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm too far into the base, it's too risky. And I'm too injured. It's not worth it."

Obi-Wan let out a scoff of anger and surprise.

"You mean you're not worth it?"

You always had this mindset. You always threw yourself into dangerous situations so other's didn't have too, because you thought you wouldn't be as missed, that you wouldn't be worth as much, that no one would really care if you died.

And he hated it, he hated that you didn't see your worth. He hated that you didn't see how much he cared.

Your silence told him exactly what he already knew.

"How can you still think that?" He asked, his voice desperate "How can you think after all this time, after all the people you've saved, that you aren't worth it?"

"It's an occupational hazard I guess." You spoke softly, obviously in pain, but he could hear the forced smile on your face as you spoke.

You were never one to want to worry him, so you always made jokes.

"Even if I don't think I'm worth it. It's too dangerous for you. The base is flooded with people, you may be a jedi, but you can't make it through all of them to find me. You'll get yourself killed."

"I'm coming to get you Y/n, nothing is stopping me."

Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you weren't sure if it was because of the pain, panic, or the way Obi-Wan was speaking.

"Is this what it feels like to be you, when I make reckless decisions?"

You heard Obi-Wan let out a soft huff "Yes"

"No wonder you always get so upset with me."

"Occupational hazard" He mumbled as his knuckles turned white due to the grip of his hands.

He could hear your voice slowly getting softer, you were loosing strength.

"I'm getting close Y/n, just hang on."

You could hear the sound of footsteps nearby and fear coursed through you. You pointed you weapon at the door, prepared to fire if needed. Even if you'd die here, you wouldn't let them take you out easily.

The footsteps faded and you felt relief wash over you. You hissed as a jolt of pain shot through your stomach.

"Y/n?"

"Obi-Wan, it's too late." Your voice was softer now, as your eyelids grew heavier. Your clothes slowly soaked with blood, your wounds aching.

"Don't you dare say that. I know you're stronger than this, so just stay awake, I'm almost there!"

Obi-Wan could feel himself losing to his emotions, but he didn't care, not now. He couldn't lose you, he wouldn't.

"Always so worried about me, always caring so much more than others. Why?" You were mumbling but Obi-Wan could still hear you.

Obi-Wan felt his eyes burning, hearing the pain and worry in your tone "Don't you know?"

"Yes. But If I'm going to die I'd like to hear it at least once."

Obi-Wan shook his head, "You're not going to die. You're going to hold on, and I'll tell you in person. How does that sound?"

"So now you're trying to bribe me into surviving?"

"Anything to make you stay"

You didn't notice your grip loosening and your gun falling to the floor, or the way your body began to slump. You tried to focus on Obi-Wan's voice, to stay awake, but you felt yourself falling into darkness.

"I don't...think I h-have...a choice"

"Y/n? Y/n!"

When you didn't response, and he was only met with silence and static, dread washed over him.

"Y/n?"

Seeing the base come into view, Obi-Wan began to land his ship. Fear, anger and determination coursed through him. He wouldn't believe you were gone, not until he found you. And if- if you were dead, he wouldn't leave you here, not alone.

Obi-Wan managed to get half-way through the base before encountering rebels. After a fight, and a light wound to his arm, he made his way through the base again.

Reaching out with the force, he felt for your presence, any sign of you nearby. Feeling nothing, he felt his heart clench painfully in his chest.

Suddenly, just for a second, he felt a familiar presence, a sort of warmth washed over him, but then it was gone. But it was enough for him as he picked up his pace, and began running.

Finding a small door sort of hidden in a corridor, Obi-Wan knew it would be the sort of place you would go too. Going in silently, his eyes immediately spotted you at the back of the small room and his heart dropped.

You were still, no movement could be seen. Your phaser was lying on the ground beside you, your hands limp and head to the side. Your clothes were soaked with blood, as phaser burns could be seen.

Obi-Wan ran to you taking your face in his hands. He felt relief wash over him. You were still alive, though barely.

He knew it would e dangerous getting you out. He'd have to carry you, but he was not leaving you. Scooping you up into his arms, he made his way out into the corridor. He could hear the sound of footsteps nearby. Taking a breath, he started to run, to get you to safety, so save you.

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You weren't sure how long you had been in the darkness, lost and numb. But slowly, you started to feel as though there was someone in the darkness with you. Like you were underwater and someone was reaching for you, all you needed to do was take their hand.

"Don't go Y/n."

The voice was familiar, but you had trouble placing it. It was warm, it felt safe.

"I'm right here, we're almost out of this, just don't let go."

Suddenly, like a jolt of electricity you realized. It was Obi-Wan. He had come for you after all. But you were sure you were dead. Weren't you?

No. Not yet.

Darkness swallowed you again, but you felt lighter, as though you weren't drowning anymore, but floating, waiting to wake up.

When your eyes finally fluttered open, the room around you was unfamiliar, but the presence beside you was a comforting one.

Obi-Wan stared at you for a moment, surprised by your sudden consciousness. Relief followed quickly though as he leaned forward.

You met his eyes before you spoke, your voice soft "You came for me"

He smiled softly "Of course I did."

"Even though I told you not too."

"Yes"

Your eyes wandered to his arm, which was now in a sling. "You got hurt"

"Yes."

He saw the guilt cross your face and he reached out and placed his hand over the top of yours. You met his eyes again as he spoke.

"It's nothing serious. I got off a lot better than you did. You've been asleep for days."

You looked down at Obi-Wan's hand as it encased yours. "I heard you, talking to me. Telling me to hold on."

Obi-Wan smiled softly. He knew what you were referring too. When he finally got you back to the ship, he reached out to you with the force. He knew there was a connection to the force within you, even if you refused to acknowledge it. That was how you could hear him.

"And you did hold on."

You nodded softly, seemingly lost in thought. Obi-Wan squeezed your hand softly and you looked back to his face. Your eyes remained locked in silence for a moment before he spoke.

"You asked why I cared so much for you" He began, his voice uncertain, knowing the things he wanted to say were meant to stay a secret. Knowing he was going back on his own training and beliefs for simply feeling them.

You shook your head, stopping him "You don't need to tell me Obi-Wan"

Silence fell as your eyes remained locked. You knew how he felt, and he knew how you felt. But that was all it could be. And you both knew it.

In a moment of desperation, before you thought you were going to die, you wanted to hear him say it, just once. But now you were alive, safe again. And those words could no longer be said again.

"It's okay." You said softly, your emotion obvious in your voice "I know."

Obi-Wan smiled, but there was only sadness and regret behind it.

He wanted to tell you so badly, but both of you understood the consequences if he let those emotions take hold of him. You smiled at him, but there was sadness behind it. The same as he held onto.

You both knew how you felt, and you both knew that feeling was worth holing onto, worth saving until you could final feel it freely. But for now, it would remain unsaid.

xx End xx

Not sure how I feel about how this came out, but I hope you enjoyed it!

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[dracowars]

aaa! i saw your requests were open and i was wondering if i could get an anakin skywalker x fem!reader? prompt - morning cuddles with anakin! (i have a headcanon for him; he has a morning voice🙏. haha, ˢᵒᵐᵉᵇᵒᵈʸ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵉᵈᵃᵗᵉ ᵐᵉ.)

warmth | anakin skywalker

pairing: anakin x reader

word count: 0,6k

summary: where anakin and y/n spend a cozy morning together

a/n: what would i give to spend a morning with him

warnings: none

universe: star wars

The quiet buzzing of spaceships flying by and the gentle rain pattering against the large window panes overlooking Coruscant fill the room. Rustling, you turn your body a little, not deviating from the heat source next to you, as you slowly find your way back to reality. Exhaling deeply and contently, you blink a few times before fully opening your eyes, leaving sleep completely behind you.

"Good morning, angel", a deep, raspy voice whispers in your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine and making you giggle. His forehead leans against your shoulder blade and his eyes are still closed, one of his arms is lazily wrapped around your waist but when you try to turn even more to be able to look at him, his hand firmly holds you in position.

"Don't move", Anakin almost whines, his rough morning voice muffled as he pulls you even closer to him, his strong arms fully enclosing you now. He leaves soft kisses over your shoulder up to your neck and when he reaches your cheek, he finally opens his eyes. Staring into his beautiful eyes, you softly caress his cheek, your fingertips hovering over a newly formed scar on his smooth skin.

"Hey", he whispers, smiling and enjoying your gentle touch, leaning further into your hand while kissing your palm.

"Hi", you answer, stifling your laughter as he proceeds to kiss you on the lips, making your heart flutter. You run your hand through his ruffled hair, enjoying every second of this peaceful morning with him.

"I dreamt of you last night", Anakin mentions in between kisses and you place your hand on his chest to stop him, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. The way the light hits him at this angle, he is illuminated from behind and if you didn't know better, you would think he was some otherwordly being, fallen from the sky.

"What was the dream about?", you ask in awe, playing with one of his brown locks as you take in the view. Anakin lies half on top of you, but he supports himself with his trained arms so that his weight is not on you, his arms resting on each side of your body. His bare chest rises and falls slowly as he seems to be just as taken in by your appearance as you are by his.

"I can't remember everything. All I know is that we were together, alone, on a planet where no one knew us, and we were so happy", Anakin tells you, smiling to himself as his eyes unfocus, thinking back to his beautiful dream. "No wars, no battles, no dangers and absolutely nothing to worry about. Just you and me."

"That sounds incredible", you say and kiss him once more, but he stops you immediately.

"I promise you that this will come true one day", he tells you, his look suddenly very serious. "I will do everything in my might to fulfill this dream. It showed me our future and when I woke up just now I knew that I needed to tell and show you how much you mean to me. I love you so so much."

"I love you, too. Across all the stars."

"Across the whole galaxy."

Anakin leans down to kiss you again, but it is in that exact moment that the alarm goes off, telling you that you are both about to be running late.

"Speaking of which, there is a galaxy out there that needs to be rescued", you wink at him and you both prepare to finally get up, but not without exchanging a few more kisses beforehand.

[soularsss]

your local angsty jedi beats up social outcast (brief one shot under tha cut)

I haven't drawn Mei in a while! Her and Law are currently going through a bit of an overhaul and Im also trying to place the story, open up below the cut for the brief story of how this happens :D

In all fairness, she did not want any part in the mission. The rebels had it in their minds that an infiltration of a meeting between the Crimson Dawn and the Pykes was a brilliant idea! A transfer of goods what going to be discussed and they wanted to hijack the information so that they could steal some weapons or supplies or something... to be honest Mei had stopped listening at that point.

They didn't seem to quite grasp who was at the top of the food chain, she tried suggest that they err on the side of caution, but even Mei didn't think he would actually be there himself. So when they went through with the plans anyway, she thought tagging along would be the safest thing for everyone.

"When shit goes sideways, she will be the one to pull us out" Law had said when the others asked why she was tagging along (they'd gotten used to her staying at base and keeping a broader eye on things)

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"You seem a little out of your depth" Maul sneered as he looked over the group of rebels he had cornered in one of the long dark hallways of the Crimson Dawn hq

"Meh" Law offered, "Don't think we've ever been in our depth"

Maul paused, a little taken aback by the immediate yield from his opponents, something seems off though, the air had gone cold, and it was almost as if he could hear the growl of a lightsaber behind him-

"fuc-"

[beyondspaceandstars]

Hey babes, can you do a Mando x reader where the reader is a bounty hunter and leaves the ship to complete a mission and is only supposed to be gone a few hours but they’re gone all night and Din starts to panic and the next morning they show up slightly injured sand Din completely loses it and he was so scared then feels guilty? (fluff and ANGST) (sorry this is long!)

Safe With You

Relationship: Din Djarin x Reader

Warnings: fluff and angst, as ordered

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: Thank you so so much for requesting!! I haven’t written for the Mandalorian in so long, it feels so great to do again. And the new season was wonderful, I loved the ending so much, so thank you for requesting this fluffy, angsty thing! (P.S. I am very aware of the fact that we just learned the mandalorian’s first name is not actually his first name however, I am a woman who is set in her ways and this was written before finding that fact out. He’s "Din" throughout this, I’m sorry.)

Masterlist

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"You’re sure you’re going to be okay?" He asked you for what felt like the millionth time. You had to force yourself to stop rolling your eyes as you finished packing your supplies.

When you came back to the make-shift base you two had set up and told Din you picked up an easy job while in town, you had expected him to maybe ask a couple of questions, just so he knew where you’d be. What you hadn’t expected was for him to practically pester you. Not to mention, he’d already offered to come with about a dozen times now.

"Honey, I was working alone way before I ever met you," you replied, "I think I’m going to be able to handle myself."

He sighed. "I know, but this planet… Can you at least tell me what the job is?"

You shook your head. "I was paid extra for my discretion and the last thing we need is to lose a couple of credits, right? Besides, there’s worse in the galaxy, I’m sure of it. It’ll be fine, I’ll be back before you know it."

Din peaked up at the dimming sky. It would be getting dark soon.

"This still doesn’t feel right to me. Can you be back before nightfall?" He asked.

You shrugged. "Maybe." You felt his hard stare from behind his helmet. You sighed. "I’ll try."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

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When you two make promises, you kept them. There were no if ands or buts about it. You both had demanding, dangerous lives, and promises were a foundation you thrived on. It kept you whole, loyal.

So, when night fell on the planet and the only thing he could make out was the fluttering nocturnal bugs, Din grew worried beyond belief. The night was ticking on and he was still alone. You had promised. He shouldn’t have this worry in him right now. He should be holding you tight, hearing you give a recap of the job while you two lay snuggled up, slowly drifting off to sleep.

He should be listening to your dream about what you’d want to use the credits for. Realistically, you always put it toward food and medical aid, but he knew you liked to save just some to the side for when you two found little markets throughout your journeys. You liked buying textiles for crafts in your downtime, jewelry from the local women…

Din was losing his mind. His head spun with thoughts and worries about you. Unable to do much else, he grabbed some supplies and made his way back into town, hoping on the off chance he’d be able to find whoever offered you the job. He decided he’d do whatever was necessary to get them to tell him where you were. He didn’t care what it would take or who he’d have to hurt.

This was you. His other half. His adorable, fearless, bright, charming, funny, caring significant other. And now you were gone…

Well, everyone was gone. In the pitch black of the night, just the faint hint of stars now guiding his path, Din found the town to be completely closed up for the night. It was a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the afternoon. It was like everyone just up and left but he knew better than that.

Most of the dusty buildings were used as shops, he remembered, but the flickering glow from some windows on the taller buildings points him toward some of the residents.

Din didn’t hesitate to knock on some doors. It would’ve been more powerful had it ended up working. He pounded on them. Kicked. Yelled. But all of his fits fell on deaf ears. He had half the mind to start breaking in through windows and backdoors but he had to reel himself back. It would do neither of you any good if he was restrained.

When it was growing more and more evident no one in the town would cater to him, Din forced himself to give up. He had to put some faith in you, he knew that. You were incredibly skilled—almost as much as him—and if you weren’t worried about something, he should be trusting of that.

And yet, he couldn’t help himself. Worry and defeat overcame him as he made his way back to where you two were staying. Din decided he’d make himself comfortable and then just wait for you to come back. Surely, that wouldn’t be so bad. He could keep himself awake. You’d probably be back any minute, he tried telling himself. It’d be fine. It’d be easy, right?

Nope. Wrong. So very wrong. Din only realized how foolish he had been when he felt a hint of warmth on his body and light trying to break through the visor of his helmet. Slowly, he blinked his eyes open, forcing himself awake.

It was morning. The next day. It was the morning of the next day…and he was alone. The realization hit Din like a ton of bricks. He shot up from his slouched position, and a new kind of worry came over him. Not only had he fallen asleep, but he had also done so without you, and it still didn’t appear like you were here. Worry shifted into guilty. He thought was going to be sick—

"Over here, darling." Your voice rang out in a scratchy tone from behind Din. He whipped his head around and your slumped, exhausted form came into focus. You were sitting in just your undergarments next to the nearby, splashing water over what appeared to be fresh wounds. A stack of wraps and aid supplies sat next to you. Most of your clothes were tossed to the side and turning brown from dried blood. Din felt every part of him seize up.

"Cyra’ika, what…" Din’s throat felt like it was on fire as he slowly stepped toward you. He knew he should’ve rushed to your side, gave you all the attention and care you absolutely needed, but he had never seen you in this state before. "What happened?"

You shrugged. "Mission was a little bit rougher than anticipate but don’t worry, I finished it and we were paid."

You had the nerve to flash a smirk at him. Din thought he was about to lose it all over again, maybe even worse, as he had the previous night.

"I’m not worried about the funds," he snapped. His sudden and typically unusual harsh tone made you flinch but he didn’t seem to care. "You’re… You’re bleeding. You’re pale. Oh my… You need— We need—,"

"To calm down," you snapped back. "We need to calm down. Honey, I’m okay, really. It was just a bit more difficult than the employer had made it out to be. That was probably my fault, I guess I didn’t ask the right questions, but it’s alright. Brought them in warm and everything. It just took slightly longer than anticipated."

Din groaned. "You said you’d be back by nightfall."

"Well, that didn’t happen."

"I’m very aware that that didn’t happen."

You rolled your eyes and turned your attention back onto your injuries. You patted one of the wounds dry and began trying to wrap it gently but firmly. Every movement made you flinch. "

"I don’t understand what the big fuss is about," you muttered. "I still returned and the mission was complete. What’s the big deal?"

"The big deal is I thought you were dead," Din replied harshly.

"Well, I’m not!" You yelled back, your own fuse nearly at its end. But losing your temper wasn’t the smartest idea you realized as a sharp pain tore through your side. You let out a frightened yelp. You had expected bruises but the one that covered more torso was a ridiculous one.

"Cyra’ika…" Din sighed as he rushed to kneel at your side. He inspected the bruised skin you were gripping. "You need to rest. Let me bandage the rest."

"No, I’m fine," you gritted. Your anger still simmered within you despite Din’s gentle words.

"No, you’re not," he replied. "And… And I’m sorry for being upset with you instead of helping." He pulled at the wrap you were holding in your hands. You forced yourself to give in. You leaned into his touch as he finished drying your wounds and began bandaging them.

"I tried coming back by nightfall," you murmured. "I really did but it was harder than I intended."

"I don’t doubt that for a second," Din said. "You promised and we try to keep our promises but I was… I was so scared." His helmet-distorted voice cracked slightly and that was more painful than any wound some bounty could ever inflict upon you.

"I was scared, too," you admitted, "but I didn’t want to make a big deal of it because I’m finally back here, safe, with you. That’s all that matters." Slowly, you raised a bruised hand to his helmet. You wanted nothing more than to cup his face and promise him you were okay but you knew this was as close as you were going to get.

"You’re right," he agreed, "and that’s what I’m trying to remind myself as I wrap your injuries."

You shook your head. "They’re not that bad, really. I’m sure you’ve had worse."

"This isn’t about me."

"Okay," you sighed. "But the next time you come back all bruised and beaten, I get to reprimand you."

Din hummed. "Maybe we should just start taking jobs together."

"Yeah?" You chuckled. "Wanna be my partner in crime?"

"I think I just want to be wherever you are."

"Good because I want you there with me," you said with a wide smile creeping up on your face. You knew if you saw Din’s face he would be blushing. "Hey, do you think one day we’ll be able to leave all this behind and just live a…normal life together?"

Din’s focus stayed on the bandages. "Is that what you would want?"

"Of course," you replied with no hesitation.

"Then, yes." Din nodded. "I’ll make sure of it."

A good kind of warmth spread throughout your face and down your body. "I love you."

"I love you, too," Din responded. "Always."

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Anakin Skywalker Blurb #1

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"You know even great Jedi's like yourself need rest" You pressed as you stepped into the training facility. Anakin had been pressing hard lately -too hard. Working until the early hours, leaving again when the sun peaked through the clouds. It would only be a matter of time before his body and mind wore out.

"Just a little longer, my love" Anakin returned to practising with his lightsabre, twisting and turning with such elegance.

Crossing the room, barefeet tapping on the ground, ypu reached Anakin before he could transition into his next manoeuvre, resting your arm on his bicep gently.

Anakin halted. Tasking his time to take a proper look ar you. You are beautiful in your relaxed clothing. Face bare, hair out of your face. Anakin questioned frequently how he managed to make you his.

"Come to bed, let me loook after you for a change" You pleaded as he melted under your gaze. The way your eyes appeared to sparkle under the light. He'd give you the entire galaxy if he could.

"I can't I need to be ready. You rested your hand onto Anakin's cheek softly, rubbing your thumb back and forth.

"You are not going to be ready if your body and mind is exhausted. Anakin, your always looking after me-protecting me let me look after you for a change…please"

Anakin knew you were right. He would be no good to you or anyone. He needed to be prepared for whatever may come his way. Anakin slipped his hand into yours, allowing you to lead the way. He needed to be ready, but he'd rest for now.

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Prompt - ‘You and I walk a fragile line, I have known it all this time, never ever thought I'd see it break. Never thought I'd see it.’

For years both you and Anakin had known you walked a fragile line, at first it wasn’t too obvious, how could it have been when the two of you were just children? The years spent growing up together, side by side were filled with the best of memories but what you didn’t know was the Jedi Council was always watching the blossoming friendship, always weary of how far it would grow.

It wasn’t until you were years older that you realised the scrutiny you were under, even if nobody outright acknowledged it, everybody knew. There were whispers in the halls of you and Anakin, ones that neither of you helped with considering how your friendship grew stronger and stronger each day. You and Anakin were inseparable, you did everything together, you trained together, you ran off together to explore the city, you went on missions together.

The Jedi Council could see the attachment that was growing but just as they were about to put a stop to it, to put some plan into place that would force you and Anakin apart, the Clone Wars began and not even the Jedi Council, much as they wished they could, could deny the fact that you and Anakin were a force to be reckoned with when you fought together.

So whilst they didn't trust this growing attachment they couldn’t do anything but send the two of you off to fight alongside each other, knowing that the risk of your attachment growing was outweighed by the war hanging over them.

The Clone Wars saw you and Anakin somehow spending even more time at each other’s side, fighting back to back for months on end. It wasn’t a surprise to either of you when you both finally caved, it had been a bad mission from the get-go, one that saw you and Rex taken and tortured for days before Anakin and the rest of the 501st could get to you.

Anakin had carried you onto the ship after slaughtering anybody who had stood in his way of getting to you, uncaring of the fact he knew he’d have to answer to the Council later for going against their direct orders to come and rescue you but their plan would have left you with the Pyke’s for days longer and he refused to do that.

He didn’t leave your side as Kix worked to patch up the injuries you’d received and Anakin barely held his anger in check, the ones who had hurt you were dead and you needed him more now. By the time you were blinking awake Anakin had managed to calm himself, smiling at you and assuring you everything was fine even as his heart raced and he remembered the fear that coursed through him each day you were gone.

When Kix finally gave you the all clear Anakin wrapped his arm around you despite your, admittedly weak protests that you were fine. You felt much better but you were never going to push Anakin’s touch away. You let Anakin lead you to his quarters on the ship, both of you needing to be close to one another after the past few days.

It wasn’t until you were in bed together, nothing unusual especially since the Clone Wars began, you and Anakin had often shared a sleeping space. Anakin had you in his arms, finally calm as he listened to you breathe evenly against his chest. He pressed his lips to your head and murmured soft words against your hair, telling you how scared he had been, how he couldn’t lose you.

It was only when you turned your head to look up at him, your expression so full of understanding, of shared fear of what could happen during the War, of love. Anakin could hardly have stopped himself, he’d been so good keeping to himself, knew the kind of scrutiny you were under at the Temple, but here on the ship it was just the two of you, no need to pretend that there were no feelings between the two of you.

That night was spent trading lazy kisses and smiles full of so much happiness, years of feelings finally allowed to be felt.

Of course neither of you were foolish, you knew the risks of a secret relationship, knew it was a dangerous game to play. Away from Coruscant it was easier to manage and whilst you weren’t foolish, you weren’t always all too good at keeping away from each other. Thankfully the Clones were capable of keeping secrets they learnt out on the field a secret from those back home, something you and Anakin were immensely grateful for after being caught locked at the lips by more than one trooper.

Being back in Coruscant was challenging, especially when you were there for longer stretches of time which was becoming few and far between as the war stretched on. It seemed like since the Clone Wars began everyone was keeping an even closer eye on you each time you returned home. The sneaking around and all the risks that came with being together were worth it, especially when you got to spend your nights together.

The two of you talked about everything but the topic you liked most was what you would do when the Clone Wars were won. If Anakin had asked you months ago, before the Clone Wars began, you would have left the Order to be with him, of that you had no doubt. Now both of you were a part of a fight, one neither of you would walk away from until it was finished, but it didn’t stop you dreaming of a life together far, far away.

So many different ideas got tossed around but the one you liked most was a quiet life together, just you and Anakin, a little house that was just yours, away from the questioning eyes of the Council, away from people judging if your feelings for Anakin were wrong. Both you and Anakin had made such promises and plans for the future, neither one of you believing that your relationship could break, there was so much love there that the thought was impossible.

And the thought only became more and more unthinkable as years passed, both of you had grown a lot in the years of the Clone Wars. You really had no choice but to adapt, to toughen your emotions but it only made you and Anakin lean on each other even more, the longer the war lasted the more you tried to hold on hope of the future you whispered about in the early hours of the morning.

But there was a shift in the Force that had you on edge, had you feeling like you couldn’t trust anybody. Anakin felt it too, you know he did but he refused to talk about it with you. You didn’t think too much of it at first, the war was dragging everybody down but Anakin was still angry and lost with the loss of Ahsoka, the shift in the Force only making his mood worse.

Each day passed and you could feel the power of the Dark Side growing more and more, leaving you feeling cold and hopeless for the future of the war. Anakin was going off more and more these days, something that had you raising an eyebrow since the two of you were practically always together, now it felt like you hardly saw him.

When you did finally see him again it was to greet Ahsoka, the young ex-Padawan looking so much more grown up than she had only a few short years ago. Somehow it felt like this war had been going on for much longer than three years, it felt like it was all you’d ever known. Anakin had looked tired and only gave you the bare minimum of responses but when Ahsoka finally arrived his whole face lit up and you couldn’t help the sad smile that pulled at your lips, you really couldn’t wait for this war to be over.

It wasn’t much later than that when Ahsoka was leaving with Rex and half of the 501st that Anakin excused himself after glancing down at his comm, murmuring something about meeting with the Chancellor. You barely suppressed an eyeroll, something about the man had always set you on edge but you’d never been able to figure out why. Anakin had always told you what a great man he was, wise and willing to teach him, but you never bought into the kind, grandfather act.

You let your thoughts wander until Cody came to alert you that Obi-Wan had received a message asking for you and him to meet with the Council, Anakin already there before you arrived with news to share. Hearing him say that the Jedi finally had their chance with Grievous had you feeling a spark of hope, one you hadn’t felt for a while, Ahsoka was on her way to attempt to capture Darth Maul and if the Jedi were successful then this war could be over.

“The Chancellor has requested that I lead the campaign to capture Grievous.” Anakin said and you frowned slightly, looking around the room and seeing the immediate disagreement, quietly sighing knowing it wouldn’t go over well with Anakin.

“No,” Master Windu said, not wasting time, “the Chancellor does not get to decide on these matters.”

“Agree, I do.” Master Yoda said and you watched Anakin’s face shift into a cold, emotionless look. “A master, we shall send.”

It wasn’t even a conversation that needed happening, one Master said Obi-Wan was the Jedi for the job and everybody agreed.

“Skywalker, your mission is to…observe the Chancellor, he won’t suspect anything amiss since he trusts you.” Master Windu said and you watched Anakin frown.

“Suspect? You want me to spy on the Chancellor? What reason do you have for this request?” Anakin exclaimed and you couldn’t help the quiet sigh that escaped you.

“Nothing concrete yet, nothing that you need to concern yourself with, just watch the Chancellor.” Master Windu commanded before turning to you. “Y/L/N, you will accompany Master Kenobi to Utapau and assist with the takedown of General Grievous.”

“And now you’re not even letting me and Y/N work together? You only wished to send a Master to Utapau and now you’re letting her go.” Anakin interrupted but both you and Master Windu ignored him. “Send me to Utapau instead, there is no need to spy on the Chancellor!”

“Of course, Master Windu.” You agreed and Anakin turned to look at you in disbelief, you could all see he was gearing up to say something but you spoke before he could. “If me and Anakin could be dismissed, I’d like to talk to him before our missions?”

“Of course Y/N,” Obi-Wan said softly, a tired smile pulling at his lips. “I’ll have Cody prepare the ship, join us as soon as possible.”

With that you nodded towards the Master’s before gesturing for Anakin to follow you out of the room who did so with a small huff. You lead him to an empty room, making  sure the door closed behind you before you went to talk but before you could Anakin beat you to it.

“Can you believe this?” He huffed again, pacing the room with his arms crossed. “They suspect the Chancellor is a part of something, it’s ridiculous I’ve known the man since I was a child, he just wants to help. Not only that but they want to tear us apart, I won’t let them do it, Y/N!”

“Anakin,” You said slowly, taking a step back towards the door, there was anger coming from Anakin you had never felt before, he was practically radiating burning rage and it felt like it was trying to wrap around you, consume you, to the point where it was almost overwhelming. “I can’t speak for the Council’s decision to observe the Chancellor but for them to think it necessary then something must have happened-”

“Nothing happened, Y/N! Can’t you see, this is just another plan to keep us apart.” You couldn’t help but frown at the words, Anakin kept repeating them, convinced the Council had finally decided to put a stop to yours and Anakin’s bond.

“Anakin, we’re fighting a war! The Council couldn’t care less what we get up to in our free time, not right now. Can’t you feel it Anakin, the war is coming to an end,” You told him desperately trying to dispel some of his anger, stepping forward and wrapping your hands around his crossed arms, “after that what they have to say won’t matter. We’ll have done our part, we’ve fought this war for so long but soon it’ll be done and we can pick one of the thousand lives we’ve wished for and make it our own.”

“They’ll never allow us to do that, you have to see they want to take you away from me.” You had never understood why the Jedi forbid relationships, in the whole time you had known Anakin, in the time you’d had with him you had never felt anything bad from your bond but right here with him you could see why the Jedi forbid attachments. There was something unsettling about the possessive, almost dark look in Anakin’s eyes, the way his pupils widened until you could barely see the colour surrounding it. “Why else would they send you with Obi-Wan?”

“They’re sending me with Obi-Wan because he’s preparing to take on Grievous, he’ll need backup. If I suddenly showed up at the Chancellor's office don’t you think he’d get suspicious?” You said, keeping your voice clear and calm even though you felt anything but.

“Do you want to be with me, Y/N?” Anakin asked suddenly and you couldn’t help but frown.

“Don’t ask stupid questions, Anakin. You know I love you more dearly than anything.” You told him honestly, even with this dark cloud that seemed to hang over him, you hoped it was just because the end of the war was approaching and that once it was won everything would go back to normal.

“Stay with me then. Obi-Wan has the 212th, they’ll be his backup.” Anakin pleaded but you were already shaking your head.

Before you could say anything though you comm went off and Anakin’s face darkened as Obi-Wan’s voice filled the room.

“Y/N, we’re ready on the ship.” He told you, “Do be quick, I’d like to capture Grievous quickly without giving him a chance to escape again.”

“Don’t go with him, he wants to keep us apart.” Anakin told you but you shook your head again.

“I’ll be right there, Master Kenobi.” You said softly into your comm and suddenly Anakin’s hand was around your wrist, holding tightly to him. “Anakin, let go of me.”

Anakin didn’t say anything, just stared at you with a dark look on his face. You held his gaze until he released your arm with a sigh and you didn’t waste any time before leaving the room, not looking back as you made your way to the hangar bay where Obi-Wan waited with the 212th.

“Ready to end a war, Y/N?” Obi-Wan asked as you joined him on the ship, the warm smile on his face such a sharp contrast to the fiery, dark look on Anakin’s.

There was no time to think about that now though, Obi-Wan was right, it was time to end a war. General Grievous was so close, if today went well the war would be over, peace would spread across the galaxy and you would happily leave the Order behind to start a new life with Anakin.

“Let’s do it, Master.” You grinned at him, pushing all thoughts of Anakin out of your head for the moment.

Everything would work out just fine.

It wasn’t the longest battle you had ever fought but it was tiring, thankfully the exhaustion was beat out by the excitement, knowing that you were so close to the end gave you all the energy you needed.

Just as Grievous threw you aside, the air leaving your lungs as you crashed into the wall, you lifted your head up, watching as Obi-Wan clung to the ledge. You watched as he used the Force, drawing a blaster into his fist before he took the shot at Grievous with no hesitation.

You could only stare wide eyed as Obi-Wan kept shooting until there was nothing left but useless remains of Grievous, a breath of relief, of disbelief leaving you. That was it, that was what was needed, the war was won.

“So uncivilised.” Obi-Wan said as he threw the gun causing you to laugh and he immediately walked past Grievous' remains and held a hand out for you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder once you were up and wincing.

“Congratulations, Obi-Wan, you just won a war.” You grinned at him, both of you beaming happily, waiting for years for this moment and it was finally here.

“I couldn’t have done it without your help, young one.” Obi-Wan chuckled, “come, let us go and assist Cody and the others.”

Obi-Wan and you quickly made your way over to Cody, letting him know the news and prepared to make quick work of the rest of the battle so you could return to Coruscant together. As you and Obi-Wan made your way up towards the higher levels you were stopped by blasts directed at you, the fall and then the shock of the water startling you.

“Obi-Wan!” You yelled as you re-emerged from the water, coughing as you looked around. Obi-Wan came up for air seconds later, yelling at you to follow him and he tossed you an aquata breather.

“Come on, we must get to a ship and find out what’s happening.” Obi-Wan whispered once the two of you were a safe enough distance away, Obi-Wan climbing out of the water first, beginning the climb up the wall, holding a hand out to help you up too.

It didn’t take you long to get back to the surface, you and Obi-Wan sharing a glance once you realised it was the Clones that were targeting you. Obi-Wan put a finger to his mouth, gesturing for you to stay quiet before motioning for you to follow him.

It wasn’t long before the two of you got to a ship, both of you climbing in and Obi-Wan didn’t waste any time getting the two of you off of Utapau. You were breathing heavily by the time Obi-Wan had the ship off the planet, the Master immediately taking control of the situation in a way only he knew how to do, sending out an emergency code in a clear and calm voice, the complete opposite to your shaky hands and panting breaths.

Listening to Senator Organa tell you that it wasn’t just the 212th that had turned against the Jedi but it seemed to be every Battalion sent an ache through your heart. For years the Jedi had fought side by side with these troopers, they had become family and to have them turn on you all, it was like you could feel each loss.

The journey to Master Yoda was a silent one, both you and Obi-Wan lost in your heads, thoughts racing a mile a minute. How had things gone so wrong in the span of a few hours, this battle on Utapau was meant to win you the war, it was supposed to be cause for celebration, not whatever this was.

“Good to see you, it is, Master Kenobi, Young Y/N.” Yoda greeted as you and Obi-Wan boarded the ship.

“Master Yoda, thank the Force you’re alright.” You said as you made your way over to him and the Senator, leaning into Bail’s touch as he set a steadying hand on your shoulder.

“How many other Jedi survived?” Obi-Wan asked as Master Yoda gestured for you all to follow him.

“Heard from no one, have we.” Master Yoda told you both and Bail told you of the attack on the Temple and on Coruscant, thousands of troopers attacking and killing any Jedi inside, killing the younglings without a shred of mercy. You stopped walking suddenly causing Obi-Wan to walk into the back of you and call your name but you were staring down at Master Yoda with wide, watery eyes, shaking your head.

“What about Anakin?” You choked out around the sudden lump in your throat. “You’ve heard from Anakin right?”

“Only hope, can we, remains safe, young Skywalker does.” Master Yoda said, suddenly sounding older and more tired than you had ever heard him before.

You stumbled backwards into Obi-Wan’s chest, the man’s hands coming up to your arms to steady you and you immediately turned and buried your head into his chest, sobs wracking your body as he held you close.

“It doesn’t make sense, we know the troopers, we’ve fought at their side for years! Why would they suddenly turn on us?” You cried into his chest and Obi-Wan shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your back as he looked down at Master Yoda.

“Have we heard anything from the Temple?” He asked, trying to stay strong, stay composed because right now he needed to be a Jedi Master, he could fall apart later.

You listened to the rest of the conversation, hearing the others tell Obi-Wan that all Jedi have been requested back to the Temple, shaking your head into his chest. You heard Obi-Wan say you must go back and stop others from walking into a trap, the two Jedi agreeing that dismantling the code was the only course of action.

You didn’t care about any of that though, all you could do was close your eyes and reach out with the Force. There was far too much distance between you and Anakin but it didn’t stop you from trying to find him, from pleading with him to meet you halfway through your connection and just show you he was alive.

The answering silence sent a wave of fear crashing through you, Anakin couldn’t be dead…he just couldn’t be.

You let yourself be guided into a seat at the front of the ship, only half aware of the plan to sneak into the Jedi Temple whilst Palpatine held a meeting with the Senate. There was an overwhelming amount of anxiety coursing through you on the journey to Coruscant, knowing that if Anakin wasn’t there then the troopers must have gotten to him first. You knew Anakin was a skilled fighter, one of the best Jedi you’d ever met, but even he would be caught off guard by the Clones suddenly attacking.

When you were landed you were forced to snap back to reality, the Temple was guarded by Clones and every one you took down sent an ache through you, especially when you saw their helmets telling you it was the 501st you were fighting, but eventually you were inside the Temple, following closely behind Obi-Wan and Master Yoda as you walked the halls, trying not to look down at the younglings, not until Master Yoda announced they had been killed by a lightsaber.

The security codes were taken care of by Obi-Wan, whilst he and Master Yoda spoke quietly together you couldn’t help but wander over to the displays. Glancing around to see them occupied, you pressed some buttons to access the security recordings, using Obi-Wan’s password to see them.

All you had to do was press play and you would see who had done this, see if you could see any traces of Anakin and prayed to the Force he had managed to escape.

You held your breath as you started the footage, forwarding through the holo recording before stopping, letting it play at normal speed. Tears filled your eyes, a choked gasp escaping you as you stumbled back, like somehow putting distance between you and the recording would make it less real.

It couldn’t be real, Anakin wasn’t capable of that. You believed that with your whole being and yet the proof was playing out before you. You couldn’t stop the sob that left you, knees buckling and you would have fallen to the floor if Obi-Wan had been there to catch you and keep you up right.

Obi-Wan finally turned the footage off when Anakin was pronounced as Lord Vader, shaking his head and pulling you closer to him.

“Destroy the Sith, we must.” Master Yoda said and you pulled away from Obi-Wan, tears staining your cheeks.

“You can’t kill Anakin!” You protested just as Obi-Wan told the other Jedi he couldn’t kill his old Padawan but Master Yoda gave neither of you a choice in the matter, saying it was too late for Anakin, he was gone and only this new Dark version remained.

You couldn’t believe it, you refused to believe it. Not when you knew Anakin better than you knew yourself, not when you had been there when the war became too much and held him against your chest as he cried for all those who had fallen under his command. Not when you had seen his whole face lit up as he snuck the two of you out of the Temple, not when you had felt him hold you so gently, whispering sweet nothings into your hair, so soft and sweet with you.

He couldn’t be gone.

Of course you had known something had changed in the past few months, especially more over the last few days but surely you couldn’t have missed so much that Anakin had fallen to the Dark Side. No, you couldn’t believe that. Master Yoda might have been so ready to give up on Anakin but you weren’t, you knew there had to be some light left in him, Anakin always seemed to shine so brightly, the Darkness couldn’t engulf it all.

“Young Y/N,” Master Yoda said as he turned to leave, “gone is the man you knew. From your attempts to bring him back, only pain and death and suffering will come. What you know is right, do, for the galaxy.”

You didn’t say anything and he walked away without expecting a reply, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone with your memories of a bright boy you both loved deeply, neither of you ready to believe what you had seen.

You let Obi-Wan take the lead, waiting alone for him to tell you he had found Anakin and when he did he gave you a choice.

“I understand if you do not wish to come,” He said softly, you following him out to the ship and trying not to cry again. “I would hardly blame you for wishing to stay away but you may just be the one who is able to bring Anakin back.”

It wasn’t a difficult choice and you boarded the ship alongside Obi-Wan, not bothering to ask where you were going. You were silent for a long time, thoughts running wild before you spoke.

“What did you mean, I might be the one to bring Anakin back?” You asked quietly, turning to look at Obi-Wan, the man keeping his gaze out the window.

“Please do have some respect for my intelligence, Y/N.” Obi-Wan said softly, a small smile that didn’t meet his eyes pulling at his lips as he turned to look at you. “Do you really believe you and Anakin have been so discreet that I haven’t noticed? Of course I know the two of you are together. I know that he would have left the Order for you had you asked and I know you’d have done the same for him.”

“You never said anything.” You said after a few moments of silence, of course Obi-Wan knew and of course he had never given you away to the Council.

“I care deeply for you both, I only wanted you both to be happy.” Was Obi-Wan’s reply before the ship filled with silence again, a planet could be seen in the distance and you took a deep breath, preparing yourself for whatever awaited you on the fiery planet.

“There he is.” Obi-Wan said once you landed, watching a hooded figure leaving the building and you stood first, stopping Obi-Wan before he could stand.

“Let me talk to him first, please Obi-Wan.” You begged him, eyes wide and watery and Obi-Wan hesitated for a moment, eyes darting out of the window before settling back on you.

“Fine but if anything goes wrong I want you to leave me to deal with it, you get back on the ship.” Obi-Wan said, his tone leaving no room for disagreement and you nodded, not wanting to hurt Anakin.

If it came to it you didn’t envy what Obi-Wan would have to do.

“Good luck, Y/N.” Obi-Wan murmured as he opened the hatch and you made your way off the ship, meeting Anakin as he came down the stairs.

“Y/N!” He called, marching over to you and engulfing you in his arms.

Despite everything you had seen, despite the proof so clearly shown to you, you couldn’t help but sink into his arms, gripping his robes between your fingers and crying silently into his chest. Anakin hushed you, feeling your shoulders shaking against him as he tucked you under his chin, his lips pressed to your head.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” He whispered into your hair and you shook your head, allowing yourself one more moment, one more moment to memorise the way his arms felt around you, the way he felt so strong and steady and desperately hoped this worked out, that you could have this moment again.

“Anakin, what are you doing here?” You cried as you stepped out of his arms, Anakin’s hands not leaving you as they settled on your forearms. “Tell me none of it is true and I’ll believe you.”

“None of what is true?” He asked, his tone deep and cold, sending a shudder through you.

Deep down you knew all of it to be true but until you heard it from Anakin you could let yourself hope.

“Tell me you didn’t fall to the Dark Side, tell me the death and destruction, the killing of the younglings, tell me none of it was you. Tell me you are not this Darth Vader.” You pleaded with him, watching his eyes go cold as his expression hardened. “Please Anakin, please I’m begging you, tell me it isn’t true.”

“I did this for you, Y/N!” Anakin told you, tightening his grip on you. “Don’t you see that, all of this was for us, for you. The Jedi, they are not to be trusted anymore, now the galaxy belongs to us, Y/N! There’s nothing the Council can do anymore, they can’t take you away from me.”

Your blood turned cold and it felt like your heart had stopped. It was all true, you had known it, but now you couldn’t deny it, couldn’t hope that there was some misunderstanding, some deception. It was all true.

“Anakin,” you sobbed, taking a step back and forcing his hands to drop from your arms. “I don’t want this, I don’t want the galaxy. I just want you, Anakin, that is all I ever wanted.”

“And we can have that. With the Jedi gone we are free, don’t you see it? They were going to take you from me, force us apart but now they can’t.” Anakin told you, trying to make you see reason like you were the one who was being unreasonable. “You’re mine, Y/N! I’d kill anyone that tried to take you from me. I won’t lose you.”

“Whatever the Chancellor has told you, whatever he has filled your head with, it’s all lies!” You told him, desperate to break through, to find that small sliver of Light you hoped to be buried within him somewhere. “It’s all lies, nobody was going to take you away from me, I promise. We had a plan, remember, fight the war side by side and then we would do what we wanted with the rest of our lives. We had victory in our fingertips, Anakin, Grievous is dead, we could have gone anywhere, left the Order behind peacefully.”

“They wouldn’t have let that happen!” Anakin protested and you forced yourself closer to him, cupping his cheek and bringing his forehead down to rest of yours, Anakin’s hands automatically wrapping around your waist.

“Of course they would, Ahsoka left and they let her. We were so close, Anakin, none of this destruction was needed. We could have left.” You told him brokenly, tears still sliding down your face. “Stop this now, stop this madness and we can leave together, just take a ship and leave together, we’ll find our own corner of the galaxy, we don’t need it all.”

Anakin was silent for a moment before he looked behind you and you cursed silently when you heard him mutter Obi-Wan’s name.

“I knew it! They want to tear us apart!” Anakin roared and you took a step closer to him.

Anakin-”

“Don’t, you’re a liar! You would just let them take you from me!” He cried out and you moved back when you felt his anger and rage in the Force, the strength of it almost knocking you down.

“Anakin, I love you, I love you more dearly than anything else. Stop this, please, just stop this. We can leave together, Obi-Wan can tell them you won’t be a problem anymore, all of it can be forgotten.” You knew even as you spoke that your words were a lie, the image of Anakin slaughtering your fellow Jedi, slaughtering dozens of younglings, without a shred of mercy was seared into your head.

It seemed Anakin knew your words were a lie too.

“I did this for you, Y/N! You’re all I wanted, all I ever wanted, I couldn’t let them take you.” He told you again, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe you couldn’t see it.

“Don’t put your actions on my head, Anakin. Don’t force me to blame myself for the death of the Jedi, the destruction of the galaxy.” You told him, tone firm but soft. “I never asked for this. I wanted us to fight the Clone Wars, to fight alongside our troops and restore peace in the galaxy and then I wanted to just leave the Order behind us. Nobody would have stopped us. Everything could have been different, Anakin. Why would you walk away from everything we had, from everything we ever spoke and dreamt of?”

“Y/N, I know of their plans, they were never going to let us see each other after the war. I saw it! Just the visions alone were enough to drive me mad, to actually live it, to not have you at my side-”

“Don’t you see, Anakin, none of it was real. The Chancellor, Darth Sidious, whatever he calls himself, he was manipulating you, using any means necessary to get you where he wanted you. Surely you can see it?” You pleaded with him to see sense but knew realistically he was too far gone. “He knows of our love and he is using it for his own gain. Don’t let all those words we said become nothing. I meant everything, did you?”

“You dare question my love for you?” Anakin snarled, one hand raised and suddenly you were in the air with the breath snatched from you.

Obi-Wan finally stepped off the runway, heart breaking at the scene before him. He truly had believed and desperately hoped that you could bring Anakin back but the Anakin he knew would sooner hurt himself than hurt you.

“Admit it, Obi-Wan, you want to take her from me!” Anakin shouted. “I won’t let you.”

“Anakin, don't be foolish. If you truly believe I haven’t known about you and Y/N for years now then I have done my job too well. If I were so against this I have had plenty of opportunities to tell the Council.” Obi-Wan said and that gave Anakin pause but whatever bit of doubt he had quickly left as he shook his head, the Chancellor’s manipulations running too deep.

Your eyes darted to Obi-Wan, panicked and scared, but the other man just gave you a small nod. You desperately hoped Obi-Wan could get you both out of this alive, though with Anakin’s madness, the way the Dark Side seemed to be eating him up, you weren’t particularly enthusiastic about your survival rates.

“Anakin, come with me. All three of us can return to Coruscant, we can fix this. Don’t do something you’ll live to regret here.” Obi-Wan said calmly but it seemed to only anger Anakin.

“You think I’d fall for such a trap, Master?” Anakin spat, the word like venom coming from his tongue and you watched as Obi-Wan let out a small wince, unable to hide it. “I know what fate awaits me if we go with you.”

“Anakin, please listen to him!” You managed to choke out but Anakin only tightened his Force grip on your neck and your fingers scratched at the phantom pressure, your vision dancing with black dots.

“You claim to love her and yet you’re killing her, Anakin!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, lighting his lightsaber and taking a step towards Anakin.

“You truly think you can beat me, Obi-Wan? I have powers you couldn’t even begin to understand. Soon I shall take my rule in my new Empire and Y/N will stand by my side.”

“No, Anakin, she won’t.” The words sent a fresh wave of anger through Anakin and his fist closed tightly.

You felt your airways completely close, lungs burning as you choked, pain spreading throughout your body. It wasn’t until Anakin threw your body aside, painfully hitting the ship that you were left struggling for air, slumping down on the ground and letting your head hit the floor, the sounds of lightsabers hitting against each other the last thing you heard before darkness took over.

You don’t know how much time passed but at some point you felt your body being moved, your eyes flew open and you pushed away from the hands on you, scared Anakin had won. There was no need for it though as Obi-Wan crouched down in front of you, hands raised and you let out a shaky breath.

You let Obi-Wan help you up onto unsteady feet but a groaning from your right had you turning your head, even as Obi-Wan tried to pull your gaze away. You gasped, knees buckling and sobs escaping you as you saw Anakin’s body aflame, broken groans and screams leaving him as he shouted after Obi-Wan, after he saw you standing.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan murmured sadly, tears in his eyes as he pulled you into his arms and led you back towards the ship.

Once you were sat in the seat your eyes immediately found Anakin, the picture before you would forever haunt your waking days as well as your dreams, it would be one that stayed with you forever.

You didn’t know what you were supposed to do now, everything seemed so dark and hopeless. So much of your future had always involved Anakin but now Anakin was dead, left to burn on a fiery planet and you knew the pain would never leave you. You had never thought that what you and Anakin had would break, truly never thought you’d live to see the day, and yet here you were, flying away from him, heart broken so painfully for a future that was so close and lost just like that. 

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Give up?!

Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader

Summary: Jedi Reader wants to train during shore leave, ‘cause she got defeated by Ventress on their last mission. Commander Wolffe offers himself as her sparring partner.

Word count: 1700 words

Warnings: feelings, fluff, battle, fighting, war, use/mentioning of guns and war stuff, use of Y/N, Female MC, mentions of loss, intimate moment, cuteness, sexual tension, flirting, teasing, scared of losing in a match and losing people, bit angsty maybe?, Canon typical violence

A/N: Let me know if you like how I write Wolffe and what I could do better. (Not just with character arc but also with my writing style) thank you for reading.

Ps I just found this in my drafts from like a year ago and thought its time to finally post it.

Where the kriff was he? Commander Wolffe, my sparring partner on this evening, was late for our first session. Normally he was always in time, but today, when the 104th left the cruiser for shore leave, he wasn’t.

I was walking up and down the training room while waiting. Biting my lip and clenching my fists over and over again. It made me more anxious than it should, that he made me wait for him.

Maybe he just forgot our arrangement, which consisted of him training with me my hand to hand combat skills, but I hoped he didn’t. I needed him to get better and back in my original shape.

Our last mission was a pretty tough one. We lost good men and friends. They were a part of this family and I wasn’t good enough to safe all of them. It was a misery.

To our surprise Ventress was with the droid army and I had to fight against her. While I tried my best to protect my men and myself I wasn’t able to defeat the woman with her red lightsabers. She was too strong and I too distracted at the wrong moment. Which she used.

Master Plo Koon was the one who had to save me. Luckily he came right in time as Ventress was about to shatter my heart. She nearly killed me and when I closed my eyes just a bit I still felt the heat of her lightsaber on my skin.

A shiver ran through me. It was a close one this time. Death was never as near as in this exact moment. Her lightsaber was on me and ready to slide right through. Thats what this thing was made for, but still I quite couldn’t believe how fast I could’ve been dead. There were screams around me from different troopers. Barking commands. It was Wolffe who screamed my name as Ventress was about to kill me. I’d looked at him as he tried to reach me, but he was way too far away to save me. As I reached through his force signature I just felt pure panic and angst. We held eye contact for what felt like forever before I noticed the figure appearing behind me. My old beloved Master was the hero in last minute. After all I came away with a scar on my chest. Lucky me.

The day after, when I still had to be in the medbay, the Commander offered me to train with him. At least for the time in shore leave. Then we’d see how much progress I made and decide if I’d still need his training, but I was confident that I’d need it. Obviously I would ask him to keep training with me, not just, because I wanted to stay in shape and don’t want to get killed as easily. But also because I kinda had a thing for the grumpy Commander with just one original eye.

“There you are”, I greeted him with a small smile.

Wolffe finally arrived only grunting something, which you could call one of his friendlier greetings. I was grateful that he didn’t seem in the baddest mood. Surprising that I could tell by now how his mood was depending on how he grunted and furrowed his eyebrows. Wolffe was a grumpy one and so you had to check the waters before you let the cat slip out of the bag. When I saw him hours ago he was shouting at some Shinies which broke the caf machine. A hilarious picture to look at. Wolffe had this big furrow between his eyebrows and that annoyed look in his eyes and was obvious on the edge of his nerves while the Shinies looked like they wanted to run away as fast and as wide as they were able to do.

Wolffe was only in his blacks as I noticed now. Showing off his muscles and letting zero to the imagination. I gulped feeling the heat in my cheeks growing. Kriffing maker.

“What would you like to start with, General?”, he asked politely. His voice sounded deeper than normally. If he noticed my darkening cheeks, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Maybe some simple sparring? Just starting easy in this session.“ Starting easy. Yes, for sure.

Wolffe only nodded. I knew that the clones were good at fighting. Not just with their blasters, but also with their hands and body’s. So it was clear that it would be a difficult task to defeat Wolffe.

A few seconds later I was already on the floor again. I stopped counting after the fifth time. And I was a Jedi? Not even able to protect myself without my lightsaber and the force. How should I protect others then?

Above me Wolffe smirked a grin right out of hell. He was enjoying this far too much. 

“Already giving up, General?“ One eyebrow raised a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. There was a sparkle in Wolffes eyes one I rarely saw and which he only showed when he was truly in the mood for some fun.

“You think I’m defeated after a few times on the ground? Then you don’t know me well enough, Commander.“ With a simple jump I was right back on my feet. My arms in front of me in a defensive position. Wolffe switched into fighting position right away, but not before giving me a sarcastic eye roll. He really was one of a kind.

“Then we keep going.“ Wolffe murmured more to himself.

Half an hour was going by. Wolffe only hitting the floor a few times when I remembered some old Jedi tricks from time to time. But now, while he was also slowly losing his power, his movements were slower and less precise. A advantage I’d happily use. I had saved my strength to be able to counterattack at the right moment, when he’d get more tired.

Just as Wolffe was about to punch me in the stomach, a spot I had deliberately left uncovered, I grabbed his other arm, twisted it behind his back and threw him to the ground, all while also pulling his feet away. Too bad I hadn't calculated that he could pull me along with him, because that's exactly what he did. Wolffe grabbed my jedi robe and I fell right with him to the floor. Me above him. For a second I hesitated before I used the position to pin his arms and legs with my own. I got him. The big bad Wolffe was defeated.

“Give up?“ I asked out of breath. Wolffes breathing was as heavy and loud as my one while his chest brushed over mine with every deep breath he and I took. I felt his breath on my lips. His pupils were blowing wide and sweat visible on his forehead. He smelled better than I expected. More like himself and less like everyone else on the ship. More like the real Commander and not the cheap lemon soap the Clones got.

As I noticed now he was wearing a small smirk again. “You should know better.“ And with that he used his power and rolled us over. Now he was on top of me. One of his legs between mine while he pinned my hands above my head. Wolffe was obviously stronger and every attempt to break free failed.

“Give up, Mesh`la?“ Eyebrows raised and a confident smile was all I could see. Kriff, he really got me now. Unless I’d use this situation and my body to my advantage.

“I don’t know, you tell me Wolffe“, I whispered against his lips.

Wolffe growled under his breath before he brushed his lips against mine. Now I got him where I wanted.

“You’re doing things to me you don’t know ‘bout“, he mumbled deeply and I was sure that he felt my heart drumming against his chest. Wolffe had this special power over me and it was clear that I made him feel the same way. We never spoke about our feelings, but we both knew, that this between us was something more than a friendship. Maybe a dangerous game, because if anyone found out about our mutual feelings, they would take each other away from us. After the war, I always told myself, maybe after the war there’d be an opportunity to get together, but not now.

Wolffes hands which pinned mine loosened its grip while one of it went straight to my waist. His eyes were hooded and his breath was quicker than usual. The Commander really thought our little game was over.

“Maybe you should tell or show me then.“

His breath hitched after my respond, “I don’t want to scare you off.“ His eyes were showing pain I’d never seen in them before. Was he scared of losing me? He could never. I knew about his reputation. He was the big bad wolf the little Shinies and other clones were afraid of. But I wasn’t scared of his hard case. I actually adored it. It made him intriguing.

“I’m a Jedi. It’s not easy to scare me off, Wolffe. And you’re definitely not someone I could ever be scared of.“

He shrugged, wanting to say something, but before he could, I wrapped my legs around his hips and turned us over once again.

“Who has the upper hand now?“ I smirked. This time pining him, so he couldn’t roll us over once again.

“Looks like you won this time, Cyare.“

“Obviously, Commander.“

I got up to my feet, before giving Wolffe a helping hand which he agreed to take. This little moment between us was over.

“But I don’t think the Clankers will fall for a move as such.“ Was all he said all while giving my butt a little smack, as I was slowly walking away. All I could do was smirk. Typical Wolffe.

I winked at him, “You aren’t one of the Droids and also, it was a move I specially made up for you.“

Wolffe crossed his arms, not before giving me one last of his typical eye rolls. “See ya, Wolffie.“

I heard him chuckle while walking away. Excited how our next interaction would go on.

[multi-fandom-imagines8]

Star Wars request! Could I have one where anakin has a Padawan only a couple years younger than him and he’s secretly in love with her and is fiercely protective to the point that obi-wan points it out regularly and one night after being flirted with by a fellow student, anakin goes a little too far and ends up confessing his feelings for her in private? Lots of fluff please thanks 😊

Word count: 1.8 K.

From the start, you were opposed to being Anakin’s Padawan for two reasons: first, he was a rule- breaker, and second, he was very handsome. You were afraid that you might develop feelings for him- attachment, which was forbidden for a Jedi. However, since it was the Council’s decision, you couldn’t object. What would you even tell them?

Your fear became reality, but you convinced yourself that you could control your emotions- or so you thought.

It didn’t help that he was always so protective of you; some would even say overprotective. In a way, you enjoyed it, but on the other hand, it felt like he was keeping you from reaching your full potential. This led to many arguments between the two of you.

Fortunately, Obi-Wan was on your side most of the time, telling Anakin that he needed to have faith in you, that letting you take risks and go on missions alone was the only way for you to improve and eventually become a Jedi knight.

Anakin would eventually let you go on missions alone, but the ones he chose were usually safe. There were a few exceptions, but these were typically the Council’s orders. 

When you returned, he’d often reprimand you for getting injured, giving you a lecture about how you should be more careful. It always ended with him saying this was why he didn’t like sending you on such missions. This was rich, coming from him-  the most reckless person you’d ever met.

What you didn’t understand was why he acted this way with you. He didn’t treat anyone else like this- not with his former Master, his friends, or his troops.

Then, one night, everything became clear.

You were returning from a dangerous mission on one of the Outer Rim planets. The mission had been a success, but you were seriously injured while defending your men. 

The minute the ship landed, Anakin rushed to check on you, as he always did. But this time, you weren’t there to greet him. Instead, it was one of your men. When he didn’t see you, his heart sank.

“Where is she?” Anakin demanded, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

“The infirmary, she’s-“.

Before the poor man could finish his sentence, Anakin pushed past him, making his way to you. He was furious- angry at your men for failing to protect you, at you for putting yourself in danger, and at himself for allowing this to happen.

But all that anger evaporated the moment he saw you unconscious in the infirmary, your face covered in bruises and cuts. His anger was replaced by worry and fear of losing you.

“How is she?” Anakin asked the medical droid.

“She sustained serious injuries, but she’s doing much better now. I recommend rest and a few days away from missions requiring heavy physical activity”.

He sat quietly at the edge of your bed, watching the steady rise and fall of your chest. He was about to reach for your hand when your eyes fluttered open.

“Master?” Your vision was still a bit blurry.

“I’m here”.

You examined your surroundings, slowly remembering where you were. Realizing the situation, your eyes widened. You knew you were in a lot of trouble “Master, I can explain-“.

“Rest now. We’ll talk later” Anakin said, sensing your panic. As much as he wanted to scold you and know exactly what happened, now was not the time.

The following evening, you were almost fully recovered when a fellow Jedi friend invited you to celebrate your victory at a cantina. Needing to relax after such a grueling mission, you agreed.

Anakin went to check on you, but when you weren’t in the infirmary and your commlink was turned off, his frustration grew. He searched for you everywhere, his patience wearing thin. When one of your fellow Jedi sensed his distress and approached him, Anakin asked about your whereabouts.

Upon hearing you were at the cantina, his heart skipped a beat. Fearing the worst, he rushed there, and when he found you, his fears weren’t entirely unfounded.

You were on the dance floor with a couple other Padawans, one of whom was shamelessly flirting with you. You spoke to him kindly, which Anakin immediately misinterpreted as flirting. Seeing you laughing and being friendly with the Padawan was the last straw.

He strode toward you, gripping your wrist as he leaned in “Can I speak to you in private?”.

“Yes, Master. But can’t it wait until tomorrow?” you pleaded.

“Now, Y/n” he ordered.

“Alright, alright”.

He led the way out of the cantina, his grip on your wrist tight enough that it started to hurt.

“Slow down, Anakin. You’re hurting me”.

Anakin stopped, his eyes dropping to your wrist. He immediately let go, the fear of having hurt you flashing across his face. The last thing he wanted was to cause you pain.

“Get in the speeder” he commanded.

You complied, knowing better than to argue with him when he was like this, though his sudden aggression confused you.

The ride back to the temple was silent. Once you arrived, he led you into the temple and straight to his private quarters. Realizing where you were, you hesitated- this was the first time you’d been in his room.

“Come in and close the door behind you” he said, his voice stern but tinged with something softer. A mix of thrill and nervousness filled you as you shut the door and turned to face him. You could sense there was more than anger in his emotions- something deeper, familiar.

“Master, if this is about what happened on the mis-”.

“It’s not” he interrupted. There was a long, awkward silence as he seemed to wrestle with what he wanted to say,

“Then what is it about?” you asked, stepping closer, narrowing the distance between you.

“It’s about you. How reckless you are. You were seriously injured just a day ago, and now you’re out celebrating like nothing happened” he began, struggling to keep his anger in check.

“The recklessness, I learned from you, Master. We won- it was hard, but we made it. So yeah, celebrating seemed like a good idea”.

“Well, it’s not. You should be resting. And not everything I do is something you should be doing too” his voice started rising.

“That’s not fair. You never rest. I have learned so much from you, I’ve become a better fighter because of you. And now what? You’re mad because I’ve taken risks, just like you always do?”.

“It’s different for me” he snapped, stepping closer, his voice harsh now “I can handle the risks. You… you shouldn’t have to”.

“Why? Because I’m not as strong as you?” you glared at him, refusing to back down.

“No! Because I ca-” his voice faltered for a moment, but then quickly shifted, his frustration fueling his next words. “I saw you. You were just injured, and there you were, laughing, celebrating with them like nothing’s wrong. And him-” his voice turned sharp with bitterness “that Padawan, flirting with you like you’re just some… some prize, while I was worried sick about you”.

Your eyes widened in realization, and you let out a disbelieving laugh “Is that what this is about? You’re angry because some Padawan flirted with me?”.

“I saw the way he looked at you! Like you were just another challenge to him. You were hurt, and instead of resting, you went to a cantina, where anyone could’ve taken advantage of you” Anakin clenched his fists.

“He was just being nice. I can take care of myself” you shot back, stepping even closer.

“Nice? NICE?” Anakin scoffed, his voice rising with disbelief “I saw the way he touched your arm, the way he stood too close to you. It wasn’t just ‘nice’. I know the likes of him. In your normal state, I have no doubt in your abilities, but you were still recovering. He could’ve-”.

“You’re overreacting, Anakin. He wasn’t going to do anything. I’ve handled worse situations”.

“I’m not overreacting” Anakin grunted, taking another step toward you “I’m trying to protect you”.

“Protect me?” you scoffed, feeling your anger rise to match his. “I don’t need you to. I’m not some helpless child. I know how to defend myself. I’ve done it time and time again”.

“That’s not the point. I can’t just stand by and watch” he said, his voice breaking ”I can’t- I can’t lose you” his anger melted into something else, something raw and vulnerable. You could see how hesitant he was about the last four words.

“What? you asked in a voice barely above a whisper as shock settled in.

Anakin’s eyes finally met yours. They were softer, calmer than when the night began “I can’t lose you” he repeated, this time with more conviction. “I can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt, of something happening to you” his words were filled with pain, as if the weight of them was finally sinking in.

You stood there, staring at him, your heart pounding in your chest as the tension between you became almost unbearable “Anakin… what are you saying?”.

He looked away, his jaw clenching “I’m saying…it’s more than just concern for you as my Padawan. It’s not just that I want to protect you because it’s my duty” he exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair as if searching for the right words. “It’s because I care about you. More than I should. I know it’s not right. I know I’m not supposed to feel this way. I’ve tried to ignore it, bury it, push it away, but I can’t”.

“Anakin, I-”  you whispered, trying to process everything.

“I don’t expect you to feel the same” he took a step back “I know it complicates things, but I couldn’t keep this bottled up. I couldn’t just pretend anymore, not when I thought I could lose you. I needed you to know. I care about you more than anything else in this galaxy, and the thought of losing you terrifies me. I will do anything you ask”.

For a long moment, the two of you stood there in silence, the weight of his confession pressing down on you. Then, slowly, you stepped forward, closing the distance between you once again “Anakin…” you said softly, your hand reaching out to gently caress his cheek. 

Anakin’s breath hitched at your touch, his eyes closing for a moment as if he were trying to gather himself.

“You’re not the only one who’s been pretending” you confessed. 

His eyes slowly opened, and you could see the flicker of surprise in them as he searched your face, trying to understand what you were saying.

“I care about you too. So much that it scares me sometimes” you admitted, swallowing hard “I tried to deny it, to fight it, and for a while, it worked. But now… this- this changes everything”.

“You…you care about me?” he asked, trying to hide his joy, still not believing what he was hearing.

“I do” you nodded, feeling the air grow thin as your breaths became heavier.

Anakin leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. His breath was warm, mingling with yours as he closed his eyes and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips.

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[kaminokatie]

Comfort Officer || Royce Hemlock

Synopsis - You weren’t exactly sure how he had kidnapped you, but he had. Royce Hemlock, the crazy scientist that was after your friends from Clone Force 99, had you strapped to a table in the middle of a room.

Warnings - NSFW. Dub-Con.

Notes - Yeah yeah, the man's evil, but he's hot and I'd let him do all sorts of experiments on me.

Word Count - 2.5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You weren’t exactly sure how he had kidnapped you, but he had. Royce Hemlock, the crazy scientist that was after your friends from Clone Force 99, had you strapped to a table in the middle of a room. Surrounding you were about ten, maybe even fifteen clones who were also strapped to tables. Some of them were unconscious, while others looked at you with great confusion. Hemlock had never brought someone other than clones into these parts before. When you eventually opened your eyes, after the sedative Hemlock had given you wore off, you were met with the blinding white lights hanging overhead. 

“Ah, I’m glad you’re finally awake,” a voice came, followed by footsteps over to your table. You squinted your eyes and looked to see Hemlock walking over to you, his gloved hand being held by his exposed one. “I see you’ve captured our clones' attention here.” He motioned towards the strapped up clones who were staring at you with wide eyes. 

“What am I doing here?” You snapped, attempting to struggle against your restraints. 

“You were a so-called ‘comfort officer’ for some of the clones during the war, weren’t you?” Hemlock asked, ignoring your question and your struggle. You looked at him with wide eyes and a confused expression: how had he known that? Your job was an underground one, not one that would have been on any of your records or anything. Shakily, you nodded your head in response to his question, after all there was no point denying it. “And do tell, what did that primarily consist of?” You gulped and shook your head, looking at the clones that were eyeing you. It was a rather embarrassing job and not one you wanted to talk about with Hemlock. But he was persistent. “Enlighten me.” 

“It, erm…” You started awkwardly, eyes darting around the room. “I had sex with clones who had gotten back from deployment. Often one-on-one but sometimes with a group.” 

Hemlock nodded his head in understanding. “Fascinating. Very fascinating.” 

“Not really,” you whispered, looking away from his intense gaze. 

“And, in your line of work, did you ever meet any of the clones that are in this room now?” Hemlock asked, his eyes studying you as you looked around at the clones. There were no clones that looked familiar, no distinguishing tattoos, marks or hairstyles that stood out to you. Eventually, you shook your head. “A pity, really. I would have liked to have known what you were… like.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, narrowing your eyes.

“Let’s call it a morbid curiosity,” Hemlock hummed. “I wonder what you were like… sexually.” 

Your eyes widened in slight disgust and you shook your head. “You’d be the last person to know,” you spat at him. 

Hemlock’s gloved hand trailed up your covered thigh causing you to tremble slightly, goosebumps appearing on your skin. “Oh, I think I’ll find out sweetheart.” Hemlock turned around and opened a nearby drawer, pulling out some scissors before walking slowly back over to you. There was certainly a menacing aura around him, but you couldn’t deny the fact that he was an attractive man. The thought alone made you sick to your stomach and you were quick to shake it out of your head. When he reached you, Hemlock opened the scissors and pressed them to the bottom of your shirt, slowly cutting it open. “I hope that you weren’t too attached to that shirt darling. It was… getting in the way.” 

“W-What are you doing?” You asked, your body trembling as your chest became exposed to the cool air of the room. Of course you chose today of all day’s not to wear a bra. Your tits were practically exposed and you felt yourself wanting the ground to swallow you up at the way everyone in the room, including Hemlock, was looking at you. 

“Getting a good look at you darling,” Hemlock replied. His gloved hand pushed your cut blouse to the side exposing your tits fully to the room. “My, my, you really have an exquisite pair of breasts,” he whispered softly, letting his gloved hand cup your right tit and squeeze slightly. He flicked at your nipple forcing a gasp to leave your lips and a smirk to form on his face. “So… beautiful.” 

He let his thumb and forefinger play with your puckering nipple before he bent down and let his mouth attach to it, sucking gently. His tongue poked out of his mouth, licking and slurping at the bud with eagerness. You shivered and goosebumps travelled up your bare arms as he continued his assault. A soft moan left your lips and your back arched, pressing your tits further into Hemlock’s face. You could feel your panties getting wetter by the second and you squirmed against your restraints, attempting to press your thighs together to gain the friction you most desperately craved. “Please,” you gasped out, voice shaky and desperate. 

“Please what, sweetheart?” Hemlock asked, pulling away from your nipple for a second to look at your face. You were flushed from embarrassment and shame, embarrassment that you were being watched and shame that it was turning you on. 

“Don’t do this,” you gulped. In reality, you wanted him to continue, you wanted him to do more to you, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of begging for it. Not yet anyway. 

However, Hemlock could see right through your fake tears. “Don’t lie to me princess. I know you want more, don’t worry. I’ll give you more.”

Hemlock moved away from your tits, his attention turning to your trousers. With a huff of disappointment he began to unbutton them, “you couldn’t have worn a pretty little dress or something, huh?” He asked teasingly, pulling down your trousers and underwear to your knees exposing your glistening sex to him and the clones around you. “So pretty,” he cooed softly. 

“S-Shut up,” you squirmed while frowning at him, your face heating up further. 

“I think you like when I praise you, hmm?” Hemlock asked rhetorically as he positioned himself between your thighs. He looked up at you from between your legs before blowing right onto your cunt, the action sending shivers right down your spine. “You are so…beautiful like this.” And with those words, Hemlock delved his face right between your lips, pushing his tongue into your tight hole. A broken sob of relief left your lips as his tongue spread your folds, flattening against you to lick just right. Hemlock immediately moaned into your pussy sending vibrations through to your core, his tongue flicking to your clit and circling around the sensitive bundle of nerves deliciously. 

Your thighs tensed up and began to shake as you felt your orgasm closing in on you, the coil tightening in your lower stomach, clit pulsating as Hemlock continued to flick and slurp at it. “Oh Maker,” you whimpered out, looking down your lashes at him between your legs. It was certainly a sight to behold, the usual calm and collected, put-together scientist was ravishing you and making a mess. Your slick coated his chin and he didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. He pulled away from your cunt and spat on your clit before returning his tongue to it, looking up at you as he did forcing your breath to hitch in your throat. 

“Are you going to show these clones what a good girl looks like and cum for me?” Hemlock asked between your folds, tongue flicking in and out of your dripping hole. Eagerly, you nodded, your head falling back against the makeshift bed you were restrained too. You attempted to spread your thighs further apart to give Hemlock more room to force his tongue deeper inside of you, but it was difficult with your trousers wrapped tightly around your knees. “Cum for me, now,” he growled against you. You nodded your head, immediately feeling the coil inside your stomach snapping at his words. Your clit began pulsating more than before as you felt your release wash over you, spraying over Hemlock’s face shamelessly as you let out moan after moan. He let your hips buck against his face, his tongue following your movements perfectly as he coaxed the last of your release from you with a moan of his own. “Such a good little thing for me,” he whispered, pulling away from your cunt with a shit-eating grin. He hovered over you, your eyes wide and glistening with tears from your orgasm. “Taste yourself on my tongue princess.” 

With that, he kissed you roughly, forcing his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. You let out a moan as you tasted your pussy on his tongue, feeling the slick against his nose rub onto yours. As he kissed you, Hemlock wasted no time in unbuckling his own trousers, freeing his stiff cock from its restraints. Your closed eyes opened wide when you felt his engorged tip push against your slick entrance, but before you could protest he slammed inside of you, moving his hips immediately at a brutal pace. You let out a squeal as you struggled against the restraints, feeling overstimulated from your previous orgasm. “Hemlock!” You cried out, back arching as he continued to slam against you. 

“That’s it baby, let these clones know who’s making you feel good,” Hemlock whispered against your ear, teeth tugging on your earlobe seductively as his thrusts slowed down momentarily. 

The sounds bouncing off the walls were disgustingly erotic only making you moan louder and more often. You wanted to touch Hemlock, to wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you, to have his lips pressed against yours. “Please.” you begged softly. “Please untie me.”

“Now why would I do that?” He asked with a slight chuckle. His balls slapped against your ass with each painfully hard thrust he made. 

“Want to - ah - touch you,” you babbled, eyes rolling into the back of your head. Hemlock chuckled again and pulled out of you with a ‘pop’ making you whine at the loss of your filled cunt. 

Standing up, Hemlock moved to the side of the bed and pushed his cock into your face. “Suck my cock and I’ll untie you,” he smirked devilishly at you. You turned your head to the side and opened your mouth, immediately Hemlock pushed his wet, hard member past your lips and began to fuck your throat without any hesitation. “Ohh,” he growled, legs trembling for a moment as he hesitated to undo your restraints. Then, just as you're about to move your head away from his cock, he begins to finally undo the restraints holding your right arm above your head. Hemlock thrusts his hips against your mouth as he leans over to undo the restraints on your other arm, his pace brutal as his cock hits the back of your throat over and over again. Just as you cock twitches in your mouth, signalling his release, Hemlock pulls back. His cock popped out of your mouth with the most vile yet erotic sound. “Let me undo your leg straps baby and then I’ll let these clones watch me fill you up, sound good?” 

You nodded your head at him eagerly waiting before stretching your fingers and playing with your clit. Hemlock’s eyes widened as he watched your fingers strum on your little bud, watching as you whined and writhed. He quickly untied your legs and ripped your trousers off all the way, finally giving you the movement you needed. Without another word, Hemlock pounced back onto you, his cock slamming into your greedy hole once more without any warning. You cried out in pleasure, hands flying up to his neck, pulling him down to attach his lips to yours. The kiss was much more passion-filled and rougher than before, as if you were desperately seeking each other out. Tongues collided, lips were bitten and when you pulled away finally, there was a string of saliva connecting the two of you. “I can’t! I’m going to cum!” You screamed pathetically. Hemlock smirked at this, the sound of your scream hitting his ears just right. He felt your cunt quiver around his cock, your walls tightening around him as your orgasm came, shamelessly spilling your juices all over Hemlock’s torso. As if like clockwork, Hemlock’s cock twitched inside of your heat.

“Gonna fill you up like a good girl now, m’kay?” Hemlock asked. Of course, the question was rhetorical, he was going to cum inside you whether you wanted him too or not. 

“Please,” you begged, mind completely fucked out. Hemlock nodded as he began to smash his hips against yours at an unruly pace, your legs straight up against his chest causing his cock to hit deep against your cervix deliciously. 

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” he growled, his hips stuttering as he felt his load shoot out of him and inside you, painting the inside of your walls a translucent white. Hemlock’s face showed nothing but pure pleasure and for the briefest of moments he forgot all about the clones watching the two of you, all about the need for this little stunt. 

You were going to be a prize to be won for the clones who joined The Empire. A ‘Comfort Officer’ again for the clones that were willing to be tested on and prodded at, but after having a taste of you, Hemlock couldn’t allow that. No, it simply wouldn’t do. He wanted you all to himself, for you to be his own personal ‘Comfort Officer’. 

When he had finally stopped spilling his load inside of you, Hemlock collapsed against your exposed chest leaving trails of kisses across your sternum. For a split second he let himself be soothed by the sound of your rapid beating heart, but quickly regained his usual composure as he sat up between your spread legs. He watched as his cum dripped down your thighs, your quivering cunt unable to keep in all of the large load he had blown inside of you, and tucked his softening cock back into his trousers. Hemlock then stood up and walked to the side of your bed, leaning in towards your face. His gloved hand traced your jawline as he spoke to you in nothing but a whisper. “You are mine now.”

You could do nothing but nod, completely fucked out and compliant as you lay down allowing your limp body time to rest. Hemlock smirked before planting a soft kiss on your lips and walking away, motioning the clone commandos to follow him back to his lab. When he had left, and the doors had locked shut behind him, you finally sat up and took in your surroundings. There were indeed 15 clones all staring at you with wide eyes, some with noticeable tents in their trousers while others looked mortified. Some met your gaze with a hungry look while others avoided you completely, as if you weren’t there at all. 

Little did you realise, your life was completely about to change. 

[buffysimonriley]

[ comfort officer ] • captain rex

synopsis - you're a comfort officer for the 501st but your sights are set on one person.

pairing - captain rex/reader.

warnings - nsfw.

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being a comfort officer for the 501st had been a rollercoaster of a ride, but one you had enjoyed so far. the members of the 501st had all fallen for you, but there was somebody in particular who caught your attention: captain rex. 

currently, rex's cock was in your mouth as he squirmed underneath you. his cock was so far in the back of your throat that you were gagging for air, however rex's delicious moans kept you from coming up. rex was completely at your mercy and you were loving every second of it. you see, rex was the only submissive member of the 501st in the bedroom. the captain would submit to you completely and without question. rex's love for you was pure and unfiltered and he told you that every time he saw you. but that was for another time. right now, you bobbed your head along rex's cock and revealed in the sounds he made. "oh maker, y/n," he groaned grasping your hair in his hands. "can't take it anymore, need to be inside of you." 

you pulled off his cock with a 'pop' sound and nodded, a smirk gracing your lips. you loved it when he begged for you and he was so close to begging. you turned around and shimmied your pants down your legs until they pooled at your ankles, shaking your arse at him teasingly. rex could let out a slow moan as he reached for the plush of your arse. taking each cheek in either hand, he squeezed tightly as he admired the way you filled his palms. his cock was so hard, it was hot to the touch and beads of pre cum were now dripping down his shaft. you turned around again to look at rex, still smiling. "poor baby, do you need me?" you asked teasingly. rex's throat was dry and all's he could do was nod as he swallowed. you obliged, pushing him down onto your bed and crawling on top of him. you teased him by grinding your pussy against his thigh, coating it with your wetness that had accumulated just from sucking him off. 

rex sighed and grasped your hips. "please," he begged. 

you cocked an eyebrow at him. "you know better than 'please'," you smiled, still grinding against him. 

"y/n, baby, i'm begging you," he pleaded. "i need you to ride me. i need it." 

"good boy," you whispered before making your way up to his cock. you aligned it perfectly with your cunt and slowly lowered yourself down on top of him. you were being so slow, rex was desperate to thrust himself up into you to bottom out, but he knew better than that. the last time he did you had tied him to your bed post for hours and made him watch as you brought yourself to orgasm again and again. "maker, rex, you're throbbing."

"i wonder why," rex groaned as he rolled his eyes at you. you slapped him slightly, causing the captain to look at you with wide eyes. 

"don't give me sass," you growled, before plonking yourself down on his last inch quickly. 

"holy fuck," rex moaned out, throwing his head back. 

you let out a chuckle and began to move your hips up and down, your pace agonisingly slow. "you like that pretty boy?" you whispered, bending down to give his lips a quick peck. rex nodded, eyes glossy and wide as he looked up at you. his eyes trailed down to your breasts, watching as they bounced with each bounce you did. it didn't take you long before you were quickening your pace, already bringing rex to orgasm. his eyes told you exactly what you wanted to know. "gonna cum rexy?" you asked cockily. 

"y-yeah," he whimpered, fists grasping the sheets beneath him. you laughed and continued bouncing up and down, eager to make the clone captain cum in less than a minute. you made a few more movements with your hips before rex was a stuttering, moaning mess beneath you. "cumming y/n-" he screamed out, letting the others in his squad know you were fucking him senseless. 

"my my," you whispered, slowing down as he came inside of you. "you made a mess pretty boy."

"'m sorry," he whimpered. rex's eyes were glued to where you were joined, watching as you lifted yourself up off his cock, his cum dribbling out of you. 

"my eyes are up here," you snapped. rex's eyes shot up so he was looking at you directly in the eye. you were smiling sweetly at him now, watching as his face softened. 

"sorry love," he mumbled. you bent down, eye-level with his cock and put it in your mouth once more. "w-what are - ah - you doing?"

"sensitive?" you choked, mouthful of his cock. he nodded in response. "oh i'm not done with you yet, captain," you purred. 

boy, was rex in for a long night. 

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[knightprincess]

Perfect Princessa (Captain Rex x Senator Reader)

Note: She/Her pronouns are used.  Warning for Body Dysphoria. (Remember you are beautiful and perfect just the way you are).  Requested by Invisible Boi on Quotev.com Words: 1.4k 

Rex wasn't a man to do things by halves. He took his duties to the republic and the GAR very seriously. He valued the friendships he had and the lives of his brothers above winning the battles he often found himself thrown into the middle of. Although he wasn't interested in the politics of the war, he had found himself with an unexplainable attraction to a certain senator. (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At first, it started out as a friendship but soon blossomed into something more. Rex found himself thinking of (Y/N) during his quieter moments on the front lines of war and often wondered what battle she fought in the unwinnable battlefield of the senate. 

He discovered another of (Y/N)'s battles when he returned to Coruscant for shore leave, deciding to surprise her with a visit. When he entered (Y/N)'s apartment, using the code she'd so kindly given him. It was as quiet as a tomb, nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. To the point Rex had convinced himself (Y/N) was at the senate building, preparing for or involved in some sort of debate, no doubt about the war. (Y/N) was a senator after, and a damn good one. 

Just as Rex was about to pick up his helmet to leave. He heard (Y/N)'s voice, quieter than normal, no louder than a whisper. Filled with sadness and sounding as if she'd been crying. With little thought, Rex had followed the trail of her soft but hurt-filled voice, forgetting about his helmet. Instead, his focus was on finding (Y/N) and finding out what was causing her to be so sad and distressed. Rex's immediate thoughts had something to do with politics, it wasn't unusual for (Y/N) to be strong in front of her colleagues but show her true feelings on something in the privacy of her own home. 

When Rex reached the refresher door, he could hear (Y/N) voice far more clearly, hearing her words. She was talking to themselves, critiquing something, and calling herself stupid. Almost instantly Rex felt the urge to walk inside and reassure her, she wasn't stupid, she'd done their best. He'd believed it was about a political debate. So was surprised when her words truly hit him. 

(Y/N) wasn't critiquing her abilities as a senator, no she was pointing out flaws in their appearance. Things that Rex hadn't noticed or even seen before. Things such as her nose being too big, or her eyes being two different shades of the same color. Even critiquing how she looked in certain dresses, how they looked bloated in some and too skeletal-like in others. Even commenting on how other senators had seen the obvious imperfections and flaws, but been too polite to voice their thoughts, instead (Y/N) theorized her colleagues would laugh and make fun of her behind her back. 

"You should have worn a different outfit (Y/N), no one ever takes you seriously wearing it. Blush Pink doesn't suit you" rambled (Y/N), as she started about the dress she'd chosen to wear that day. The one that had the gold accessories to go with it. "It makes you look frumpy. shows all the bumps and lumps" cruelly spoke (Y/N), her words harsh and unflattering. void of the love and kindness Rex had come to know. 

Rex didn't think twice before opening the refresher door, a stern look painted on his features, ensuring (Y/N) knew he'd heard her words and now knew the secret she'd tried so very hard to hide from him. A secret Rex made no attempt to hide his disdain for. Tears soon began to make (Y/N)'s eyes shimmer in the dim glow the vanity light offered, once the shock and horror had worn away. Her knees weakened as she waited for what she believed was Rex's inevitable agreement and harsh comments of criticism. (Y/N) at least hoped he'd be the one to finally voice what he truly thought of her, about the imperfections and flaws she knew everyone could see, and made fun of her. 

"I liked the blue dress you wore when we first met" voiced Rex. Recalling the silky cobalt blue dress well, it had silver accessories and a light petal-like overcoat. Rex had mistakenly believed she was queen from an outer rim world, only to be corrected by Echo, who explained she was a senator and one that supported clone rights. Often being the voice, that prevented the clone's needs and rights from being completely ignored. "You're being too hard on yourself Princessa" commented the Captain of the 501st, as he gently took hold of her hands, and pulled her from her seat on the closed toilet. Pulling her to stand before the mirror in front of him. To face the object she hated so much. "Point out what you see as a flaw and I'll tell you what I see" challenged the great captain, noticing (Y/N) staring at him through the mirror, as if trying to figure out if he was joking or being his normal doting self. 

"My eyes, they're oddly shaped and the color doesn't match" whispered (Y/N), pointing to her reflection, still with the mindset the mirror never lied, even if the people around her did. Rex simply turned to look at her closely, shaking his head before placing a gentle kiss on both of her eyelids. Hearing a small giggle escape her. "My nose, is too big, there's a bump on the bridge, and it's crooked, nothing seems to make it look right" she continued, watching via the mirror as Rex lifted a hand to gently stroke his fingers around her nose, wiggling it slightly, with a childish smile placed firmly on his lips. 

"Nope, no bump there. and if it is crooked, it's likely from the bar fight you got into the night we met" exclaimed Rex, recalling the night so clearly. Even now he still struggled with the idea of such an elegant lady hiding such a tough secret. He still felt sorry for the civvi to have been on the receiving end of her anger and the shoe upside the head. "Your shoulders are knotted from bearing the weight of a war few others see. And your hands are perfect, do you remember when you slapped that senator silly for his comments" spoke Rex, his rough callous hands on her smooth shoulders, feeling her relax, as she began to see through the flaws, seeing what he could see. 

"None of my dresses can hide my stomach. Most of them make me look bloated and frumpy" began (Y/N), as her hands reached for her clothed stomach, grabbing at the area she was convinced she needed to lose weight from, that and her hips and thighs. Rex simply shook his head, before turning her to face him, upon doing so, he got to his knees and wrapped his arms around her torso. Pressing his lips to her stomach, in a sweet gesture only a lover could do. 

"Do you remember what you said to me when I told you I was insecure about my blonde hair?" asked Rex, from his place on his knees before her, untangling her arms from her and once again intertwining their fingers. His honey eyes never once left her soft manicured hands. He waited patiently for her to voice those same words, even more so when he so often drew confidence from them, and sometimes reiterated them to cadets who felt as he had. 

"You're blonde hair isn't a flaw, it's a gift. It makes you unique. Don't be ashamed of what makes you different. Embrace it" whispered (Y/N), as she recalled the words, as if she'd spoken them just the day before. At the same time, she pulled Rex back to his feet, seeing nothing but love glowing in his honey eyes. Seeing nothing but warm affection radiating from him. He was the most perfect man she knew and spent most days wondering how she'd been so lucky. 

"Whether you realize it or not. You'll always be perfect to me Princessa" whispered Rex, placing a soft kiss on her temple and working his way to every place she'd pointed out as a flaw, occasionally whispering what made her perfect to him. What made her the queen he still believed she was? Only being willed to continue on by her sweet giggles and the familiar smile returning to her painted lips. 

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[dracowars]

hello! i have had this scenario in my head for obi wan forever! little bit of background: reader and obi have been together for a while and the reader struggles a bit with her dark side. so the whole thing starts with obi and reader sleeping in bed when he has this kinda spicy dream about reader. she’s dressed up in a HAWT sith get up and is trying to get obi wan to join the dark side for her asking him if he loves her and please for me? in the dream he caves and nods not being able to say anything. when he wakes up he’s sweating and freaking out and is realizing he really would do it for her and it scares him but he’s more scared of losing her. sorry if that’s so long but i’ve spent so much time thinking about this🙃

her shadowed heart | obi-wan kenobi

pairing: obi-wan x sith!reader

word count: 1,3k

summary: where obi-wan gets seduced by the dark side

a/n: i love the dark side and i hope you enjoy this <3 feedback in any form is always appreciated!

warnings: angst, a bit creepy, mentions of blood

universe: star wars

Obi-Wan hears a quiet voice. He listens in more closely and finally realizes that the soft voice is saying his name. So soft, so tender, almost fragile. He listens to the whisper and opens his eyes, only to find that everything around him is black, complete and utter darkness surrounds him.

Turning in all directions, he tries to follow the warmth of the voice, but he can't see anything. His senses betray him. In fact, he does not feel anything.

"Obi-Wan", the voice says again, his name echoing around the darkness. "Come here, Obi-Wan."

As he turns in the direction of the voice again, he finally spots something in the distance, a faint light flickering. Carefully, he puts one foot in front of the other and the closer he gets to the light, the more he can make out the outline of something - of someone. The closer he gets, the darker the light becomes.

"Don't be afraid, Obi-Wan," he hears the gentle voice whispering inside his head, his focus on whatever lies in front of him now. I'm not afraid, he thinks.

He is now so close that he can see some kind of throne in front of him, a huge throne made of black stone, standing there like a fortress, completely indestructible. Taking one more step forward, he halts as he hears a silent splash. Looking down, he finds the throne being surrounded by a puddle of water.

"There you are at last, Obi-Wan. I've been waiting for you this whole time."

When he raises his eyes to look at the person sitting on the throne, his breath gets caught in his throat, his heart skipping a beat. With one leg thrown over the armrest, you look at him from elevated position, a gentle smile on your lips. Obi-Wan has to blink several times, reminding himself to breathe as his eyes focus on you. You look the same as always, somehow. But there is also something different about you. Your body is wrapped in a long black dress, with large slits on the sides that reveal the radiant skin of your thighs. The neckline of the dress is quite revealing, giving way to your cleavage, your collarbone. At your waist, the dress is held together by a corset with buckles and laces. The high heel boots peeking out from under your dress reflect the light. On your head sits a crown, jet black, with a shining ruby ​​in the middle.

"Y/N?", Obi-Wan hears himself ask in the distance, swallowing the lump in his throat. "What is going on? Where are we?"

"It doesn't matter now that you are finally here", you smile at him, your eyes sparkling. Obi-Wan watches as you get up, walking down the few steps from the throne until you stand in front of him. He looks into your eyes, mesmerized, but for some reason he does not find the warmth in them that he usually does. A cold shiver runs down his spine when your long, pointed nails stroke up his arm.

"You love me, don't you, Obi-Wan?", you suddenly ask in a whisper, leaning into his ear as you start circling him, your palm sliding over his back.

"Of course I do, you know I do", he answers, standing rigidly in one place. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't move. It is as if you had trapped him, and yet he doesn't feel helpless, he's not afraid. After all, you are with him.

"I know, but I don't know how much", you giggle behind his back and step out on the other side, your hand now reaching for his face. Once there, you place your ice-cold hand on his cheek and where your skin meets, Obi-Wan suddenly feels a burning warmth. "Tell me how much you love me, Obi-Wan."

"My love for you is so much bigger than the entire galaxy", he tells you vehemently, leaning into your pleasant touch as he looks at you. "Words can't describe how much I love you. I would do anything for you."

"Anything?"

"Anything."

Your face is right in front of him and upon his answer, your beautiful eyes are suddenly glowing in an eerie red. One corner of your mouth lifts, as if he gave you exactly the answer you have been hoping and waiting for.

"Oh Obi-Wan," you say softly, sliding your hand down his neck. Obi-Wan places his hand on top of yours, your eyes locking. "Will you join me?"

"Join you?", he asks, frowning but with a smile on his lips. You shake your head, smiling to yourself, and run your other hand through his soft hair, loosening a strand that then hangs in front of his face.

"On the dark side", you whisper and Obi-Wan's heart suddenly starts racing. Frightened, he looks in your eyes, searching for any sign that you aren't serious, but all he finds is darkness.

"Please. You said you would do anything for me", you remind him, intertwining your hands. "Please do it for me, Obi-Wan."

His head is screaming at him, that this goes against everything he stands for, what he fights for, and he can't keep a straight thought. But his heart, his goddamn heart, is louder, drawing him to you and he knows he can't say no to you. So he caves.

Bringing your hand to his mouth, he places a kiss on the back of your hand, as befits a queen.

"I will join you."

Laughter rings out around you, disgusting, spiteful laughter that painfully rings in his ears. Staggering back, he finds it difficult to breathe and you let go of his hand, your eyes red and the veins beneath them bloodshot. The veins on your neck stand out, your face turns pale and your skin turns black from your neck down. A tear escapes your eye, but it is made of blood. Before Obi-Wan knows what is happening, your hand gently rests on his chest.

For a moment he feels hope. He feels safe. But then you push him back forcefully, so that he falls backwards, into the water. Only it is not water, but blood.

The last thing he sees is his outstretched hand, trying to reach for you. In vain.

Gasping for air loudly, Obi-Wan sits up, breathing heavily as he finally feels air filling his lungs again. He is sweating, his hair disheveled and he can't think clearly. All he sees is you. Helplessly, he presses his hands into his eyes, trying to banish the images from his head while he slightly rocks back and forth.

A quiet sob escapes him as he hears your quiet breathing next to him. Freeing himself from the blanket that is trapping him, he bends over to your sleeping figure, slumbering away peacefully. Obi-Wan reaches out his hand, wanting to touch you immediately to reassure himself that you are there, that you are you. But just before his fingertips can reach your skin, he stops. He doesn't dare touch you.

What if he had a vision? A vision of what the future could look like. And he didn't even bat an eyelid when you asked him to join him on the dark side.

He wasn't lying when he said he would do anything for you, and that newly found certainty scares him to death. He knows how much you have been struggeling with the dark side. And in his dream, he allowed it to corrupt you. Corrupt him.

Finally he forces himself to shut off his mind and touches you gently, not too much since he does not want to wake you up. But your warm skin is a welcome contrast to the cold he feels, and he strokes your arm gently. He takes a closer look at you and can't find anything unusual. He just finds what he always finds: warmth.

And although this visibly calms him down, he can't shake the fear that he might lose you one day. That you will step out of the light and into the darkness.

In that moment, Obi-Wan makes a promise to himself.

If you enter the darkness, he will follow.