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Nameless Part Eight - Puppet Page 8/8

And then Reva probably went right on ~semi-politely~ contradicting the Inquisitor right until the Great Daiyu Back-Stabbing Event.

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i love you, hayden christensen

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My Bounty.

Warnings: Smut. Vaginal, unprotected sex, force play. Minors dni

Pairing: Clone Wars (single) Anakin Skywalker x Bounty Hunter reader

Summary: Anakin Skywalker goes above and beyond to make your life difficult, taking whatever he wants without explanation. So when reader confronts him, things don’t go exactly as planned.

Word count: 1.7k

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The meddling nature of the Jedi was nothing compared to the nature of Anakin Skywalker. His darkness seeps its way into everything. His dark robe, gloves, boots, curls, eyes. He was the darkness enveloping me in a dizzying spiral of hate and desire. And he did it again. He stole my bounty just so he could give me that dark look.

His gaze observes the way my fists clench and how I chew my bottom lip. A wicked smirk dances on his face as clones praise and pat him on the back. He knew exactly what he was doing, watching me with an intensity, that had me shaking.

Finally, Anakin’s eyes move away from my figure, beckoned by his Master. He stalks towards Obi-Wan Kenobi and his mocking facade breaks instantly. I nearly scream at the sight. What was he hoping to achieve? Stealing my potential profits is certainly an interesting pastime, not one you would expect from “the chosen one.”

I huff out my frustration, deflating my tense shoulders. With his back now turned, I relax. Pivoting on my heel, I hurry away from the scene. On to the next hunt, before Skywalker gets the chance to take it from me.

Frankly, I have no clue how it started, his fixation with making me miserable. I almost feel paranoid, as if I’m making up the whole debacle. But from the way he looks at me, unspeaking, I know this truly is my reality. Anakin Skywalker hates me.

...

Now glaring at my reflection within the confines of my room, my restraint runs thin. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m not gonna do it. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna confront him because that sort of thing always goes well.

I head out towards the Jedi temple where Skywalker is most likely training his Padawan. While marching over, I contemplate the arguments I will bring up when face-to-face with him. How I will look into those comet-like eyes and not get distracted by his plump lips.

Moral of the story, I’m going to put an end to this one-sided game we play.

Once my vision connects with his broad back, his name escapes me without hesitation, “Anakin.” Saying it takes me by surprise, seeing as though I’ve never said it before. But clearly, it shocks him more, as when he turns around, his eyes are vaguely wider than I’ve ever seen them. “Y/n,” he says back flatly, face becoming neutral. Now I’m really taken aback by the way my name rolls off his tongue. Quickly, I collect myself and remember my well-thought-out points.

“What are you doing?” And out the window they go.

Anakin quirks his head quizzically. His silent reply to my rather stupid question ticks me off further. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “That was my mark you stole today Skywalker, you realize that?”

As if he’s finally understood my inarticulate speech, his lips part dumbly in “awe.” There he goes pushing my buttons, silently watching me unravel. “You think I wouldn’t notice?“ My face flushes red as I elaborate. “All the crooks you’ve miraculously caught are always the bounty that I’m after.”

There's a beat of silence where he inspects the way my chest heaves in exasperation. Then he speaks. “About time you did.” He states matter-of-factly. My jaw drops. “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I’ve been waiting for you to notice,” he remarks with a bored look.

“Notice what?” I spit out, scowling at him.

“Me,” he finishes plainly. Silence engulfs us again and I take note of how close we’ve become. “Why would you want that?” I question, utterly perplexed.

“What do you mean?” Anakin’s brows furrow.

“I mean you’ve never spoken to me before.”

“Neither have you.” He counters. My fists tremble.

“Why then? Why do you need me to notice you?” I demand.

“What other reason can there be?” He grumbles while giving me a once-over, and then something clicks. My face falls.

“Those looks you give me-”

“Say just how much I want you, more than words ever could.” He ends my sentence, his face remaining stoic. My heart hammers wildly. I suspect he’s now waiting for me to make a move, to say anything, maybe even reject him. Instead, I hastily circle my head around, surveilling for bystanders before frantically grasping at his robe and pushing him into a nearby room. His facade flatters once again and I see puzzlement consume his face.

After I awkwardly turn the door knob and take us into the empty room, I shove him away. Anakin staggers back, looking completely disoriented, almost regretful. “Y/n?” He trails off. My anger is radiating off my body, and I know he can feel it.

“You should’ve said something,” I assert, seething.

“I’m-“ Anakin is abruptly cut off by my lips smashing against his. With my arms reaching around his neck, I can feel his body freeze. After a short moment, I start to peel away, dejected by his stillness. But Anakin instantly chases after me, no longer shying away.

He gropes my waist, and one arm pulls around it, while the other slides up my spine to rest between my shoulder blades. A moan evades my throat and is met with a deep groan.

His palms carve out my figure and fist at my clothes. Whines rush out my mouth as his tongue mingles with mine. He vigorously makes work of me, and I have to pull away. Though his lips instinctively follow me, I’m out of reach, so he settles for my neck. Sucking fervently, one may fear the spots he’s making, but in this moment, truthfully, I couldn't care less.

“Ani,” I whimper, and he growls against my nape in response. “Fuck, I need you,” I whisper. I feel his movements lurch and he mumbles something, but I can't seem to hear it over my haggard breathing.

He tears himself away from my neck, still keeping my body pressed against his. He then shifts his gaze around the room. “There’s no furniture here, I’ll just have to fuck you standing.” An audible gasp flees my mouth as Anakin slings my body around his torso, legs straddling his hips. His hands clench around my thighs as he hoists me up, securing me in place.

Fortunately, the short gown I threw on this morning made it easy for Anakin's crotch to caress my core through his pants. I push down on him and he groans at our proximity. "I was wondering when you would snap," Anakin mutters into my ear as his grip tightens. I whimper. "Screw you."

"Be patient. You will." He soothes. Digging my front teeth into my bottom lip, I drop my forehead to his shoulder as our lower halves grind against one another.

The sounds of our moans crowd the room and I can't take it anymore. "Kriff patience, I'm done waiting, General," I command in the most sensual voice I can muster. Evidently, my attempt to provoke him works because one of his hands leaves my thigh and clutches my hair in a fist, tugging my head back so his lips can crash into mine again. His other hand shifts down to his slacks. His breath hitches when he releases his cock, and so does mine when it springs up to my clothed clit. "Oh maker," I just about scream, head falling back.

His hands make quick work moving my underwear aside, and his member brushes against my folds. I shudder and screw my eyelids shut. I feel Anakin's gaze fixate on me. "Look at me." Hearing his order, I immediately obey.

Eyes fluttering open, I look into his lust-filled ones. Getting flustered by their heat, I squirm. "Y/n." He hushes, breath blowing across my face. Glancing at his features briefly, I nod, communicating what we both desperately need.

We both hold our breaths as he brings me down on his length in a slow glide. His cock pierces my entrance, and I clamp down on my incoming yelp. He was big. I hear him distractedly repeat my name, face buried in my collar. My eyes look to the ceiling in prayer.

His movements dissipate midway, and I feel his stomach clench. "You take me so well." He mumbles almost to himself. All I can do is bob my head in response. In this short pause, the pain disperses and all I feel is him - pleasure, darkness. His arms snake around my waist while mine harden around his nape.

Suddenly, he plunges into me, filling me up completely. My cry echoes throughout the room and I instantly sink my teeth into the cartilage of his ear. The growl that leaves him is next to primal. His rhythmic pounding begins to pick up speed, and I can barely keep up with each stroke. "Kiss me," he stammers out. Reeling back, I lock eyes with him before diving my tongue into his mouth.

His hips snap into my own, over and over. His stomach clenches once more and he pants into my mouth, "I'm close." Though I feel incredible, I'm not quite close to my limit, and he senses it.

One of his palms unravels from my body, steadily hovering over my center. Thinking he's going to touch me, I arch my back away from his embrace to allow space for his digits to meet my clit. But, as I wait, an unexpected pressure attacks my core. I gasp away from his lips and I peer down, leaning my forehead on his.

His hand isn't physically touching me, yet I feel as though I'm close to climaxing. Bewildered, I shoot my eyes from his floating hand to his lewd expression. His grin is strangely smug as he watches me. Then it registers: he's using the force to make me cum. Completely stunned, I simply bore my eyes into him, mouth agape.

Our orgasms come at once and wash over us at his charge. He puffs out a loud sigh of relief and continues to hold me, pumping slower than before, til the action ceases.

"Maker," I huff, "Next time, just use your words, and I'm yours." A smile forms on his face. He sheepishly nods, "Next time."

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Jedi Code (Obi Wan)

Description: Y/N has dirty thoughts about her Master when she shouldn’t.

Warning: Fingering

Word Count: 1,436k

She watched as her master talked to his former padawan Anakin, who was training her friend Ahsoka. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he talked to his friend. His hands, oh his beautiful hands, moved as he talked, making her wish that his long fingers were inside of her. Watching his mouth move as he spoke made her wonder if the man was good at eating pussy. She shifted in her spot realizing that these thoughts weren’t okay. She shouldn’t be thinking about her master in such dirty ways. It was against the Jedi code. But she just couldn’t help it, not that she really wanted to anyway. She wanted him in the worst ways possible and she didn’t feel guilty about it. Would she ever get the courage to tell him? Probably not since he definitely was one to follow rules. Anakin walked away from Kenobi and he walked towards Y/N. “Ready for your training?” He asked her. She nodded and stood up. This was going to be so hard. 

Kenobi wasn’t impressed with her training today, she usually did so well but she was failing today. He was very confused as to why. She didn’t even seem motivated. As they swung the lightsabers, he could tell that she wasn’t giving it her all. Her eyes bore into his as he gave her a look. “Are you alright?” He asked her as they continued practicing. She didn’t say anything but nodded her head. He wanted to roll his eyes and call her out for lying to him but knew that wasn’t the right move. “Are you sure?” He asked, hoping she would say something. “I’m just tired.” A lie, a lie that he knew all too well. She always got a good amount of sleep and if she didn’t that meant something was on her mind.

“Alright stop.” He said. Y/N put away her lightsaber and looked at him. “What’s wrong?” He asked for the third time. “I told you, I’m tired.” She said. He shook his head, “You’re getting distracted during training.” He pointed out. She tried to keep her face from turning red but that was impossible. She couldn’t tell him that he was the reason. “Like I said, I’m tired.” But he wasn’t buying it. “Y/N just please tell me what’s wrong.” He begged her. She sighed and avoided eye contact with him. “I can’t tell you.” She whispered. He raised an eyebrow and walked closer to her. “Why’s that?” Her eyes still avoided his. “I can’t tell you that either.” He chuckles, “Well what can you tell me?” She sighs and finally looks up at him.

“Nothing.” “You can’t tell me anything? Well I don’t think that’s gonna help much.” She sighed and looked away again. “It’s against the Jedi Code.” She tells him. He looks at her with question. “Against the Jedi Code? Like love?” Ding Ding Ding. She looks at him and doesn’t say anything. “You’re in love? With who? Anakin?” He asked, she wanted to laugh at his multiple questions. “No, not him.” She says. “But you are in love?” He asked. “Not love per se.” She wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She wanted to get away from the embarrassment. “I’m not following.” He said, she sighed. “Lust.” She told him in shame. He got exactly what she was saying now and he nodded slowly. “Lust.” He repeated her words but was less embarrassed by it.

“You have lustful thoughts about someone here?” She nodded. He almost had a look of jealousy in his eyes but she wasn’t going to jump to that conclusion. “Whom do you have these thoughts about?” He asked, walking closer to her. She stepped back and stumbled over her words. “I uh I don’t think that we should be talking about this.” She laughs nervously. He shrugs, “You need to have relief of what’s stopping you from training.” He says. She looks anywhere but him. “Even if it’s against the Jedi Code?” She asked, he laughed at her question. “Even if it’s against the Jedi Code.” He said. Without a second thought she leaned up and kissed him. Taking the chance that she wouldn’t ever think of at any other time. He took a moment but kissed her back.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. As if her mind was foggy and she had no control before and she just got it back, she pulled away from the kiss and she stepped out of his grasp. “I I’m sorry master.” She stutters out and tears fill her eyes. She knew that what they did wasn’t okay but she couldn’t help feeling like it was right just as it was wrong. He pulls her closer again making her gasp. “Don’t be.” He whispered and kissed her. This time they both fell into the kiss, not caring about the Jedi code and its consequences. His hands slid up and down her back slowly as hers cupped his bearded jaw. His hands moved to her front and undid her robe.

As she feels him do this she pulls away from the kiss. “Right here?” She asked, he nodded. “If that’s okay?” He asked, she smiled and nodded. She helped him with her robe and it fell to the ground. She was naked underneath. His eyes traveled her bare body. She was beautiful, a goddess to him. She felt insecure as he looked over body like it was a piece of meat. “Am I the only one to be naked?” She asked, he looked up at her and shook his head. He began stripping off his clothes. She stared at him as he stripped. Her eyes stared directly at his semi hard dick. Not even fully hard, he was still pretty big. “You okay Y/N?” He asked, she snapped out of her thoughts and looked at him. She nodded.

He walked closer to her again and got on his knees. He never broke eye contact with her as he got to his knees. She looked down at him, curious as to what he was going to do. “Lay down, my dear.” He tells her. She drops to her knees as well and lays down on the grass. Her elbows propped her up as she watched him as he ran his fingers up and down her legs. His fingers got higher and higher, making her breathing pick up. As his fingers got closer to where she needs relief. “Obi.” She breathed out. His fingers were up to her thigh when she fell back. His finger caressed her clit lightly causing her to gasp out. “You’re so wet darling.” He says and starts rubbing circles on her clit. It was clear that she was trying to be quiet but the foreign feeling wasn’t making it easy.

Her hips were bucking as his fingers sped up. Her hands gripped at the grass. He decided to add another finger but to circle her hole. “Obi.” She moaned loudly as his finger slowly penetrated her hole. She was so wet that it was very easy to slip in. She felt his finger enter her slowly. Her walls gripped him tight causing him to groan. “You’re so tight.” He said with a chuckle. He watched as her pussy drooled all over his finger. He looked up at her face as he started pumping his finger in her pussy. Her body didn’t know how to react to the feeling. It felt so good but overwhelmingly good. The noises that were coming out of her mouth proved that.

Obi Wan smirked as he felt her pussy clench and unclench at the feeling. “How do you feel, my love?” He asked her as her moans turned to whines. “So good.” She slurred. She felt like she was on the edge of a mountain and was about to fall over. “Obi wan it feels so good, like really good. I’m so close." She cried. He chuckled as he realized that she was about to orgasm. She whimpered his name and right before she could have an orgasm he pulled his finger out. She sat up and looked at him, shocked. “Why did you do that?” She asked. He chuckled and tackled her back to the ground. She laughed as he got between her legs. His hands pinning her hands to the ground. “What’s going on?” She asked but let out the loudest gasp as she felt something enter her that was way bigger than his finger. “This my dear, is where the fun begins.” He winked.

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Serenity ~ Ben Kenobi x Reader

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A/N: this is set about 5 years after rots. reader is about 27 & obi-wan is 43. i was going to make a valentine anakin fic but that plan moved so enjoy my other love, hermit obi-wan. this is my first time writing smut so it might not be the best. also, if you have any feedback, it's welcomed & appreciated :)♡ WC: 3,041 Warnings: MDNI, smut, some angst

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Tatooine was known for its extremely warm temperatures, but today was worse than ever. Ben was drenched in sweat the entire day, making him wish they could afford a cooling system to install within their home. 

He noticed you never seemed to sweat as extensively as he did. He assumed it was because you were a native of the planet. 

“(y/n), are you certain that our animals will survive this weather?" Ben called out from the entrance of your home. His thoughts were consumed by his trusted stead, Eopie may have been able to sustain this weather in previous times, but that didn't ease his worries.

Ben headed into your house and over to the kitchen where you had been for the past few minutes. 

He rested his hand on your lower back and peered over your shoulder to watch you chop up some vegetables for dinner. If he was honest, he was a little envious that this heat was seemingly not affecting you as it was him.

Your mouth formed into a small smile as you continued cutting vegetables, “I’m certain, Ben, they’ve survived hotter weather than this before. They’ll be fine.”

He exhaled, his shoulders deflating as he continued to gaze at you. He knew his worries were futile, yet his concerns wouldn’t falter. “I know, I know. I just can’t help but worry for them.” 

This was his life now, he had accepted becoming a farmer ages ago, but there was still a lot more that he would have to come to terms with; he was still haunted by memories of the war, watching Anakin fall to the dark side, watching Qui-Gon die, watching Satine die, watching his beloved Commander and battalion turn against him in the blink of an eye…

He rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to shake the weight that always seemed to be weighing him down. “I suppose it’s just the heat getting on my nerves. It feels as though the heat of a hundred suns is shining down. I don’t know how you’re acting all nonchalant, I feel like I might as well be burning and yet you’ve barely broken a sweat.”

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him, “Well I have lived here all my life, I’m used to the heat.” The truth was that the heat always did manage to bother you a little, but you had grown up in the scalding temperatures, you were, unfortunately, accustomed to them. It made no sense for you to complain about it. 

“I don’t know how you do it if it’s not the heat that’s unbearable, it’s the awful sandstorms that are always passing through here,” Ben complained. Despite having lived on Tatooine for a while now, it seemed as though no matter what he did, he could never get used to the heat. His mind digressed toward Anakin and his hatred toward this planet, and he finally seemed to understand his point of view. But Ben quickly pushed that thought away as his heart ached each time his mind brought up his former student. 

He was brought out of his trance by the sound of your voice. “You’ll get used to them. Sure, they might not be ideal but Tatooine isn’t as bad as it could be. I mean the war never came here and the Empire has little interest in this planet. The weather may not be perfect and there are always things that could be improved here, but i can’t think of living anywhere else,” You mused. You knew that Ben got stuck in his head easily and you’ve known him long enough to see the signs of it. 

His brow always started to furrow and he stroked his beard, seemingly without even realizing it. You’ve figured out that the best way to bring him back to the present was to talk about where you are. Even though you’re not necessarily fond of praising Tatooine, he needs it, and that’s all that matters to you. 

“I wish I had as much patience as you do, my dear,” he sighed, taking in another deep breath. 

It all seemed so normal, this was a conversation that any couple could have. To any outsiders, you two would be seen as a regular husband and wife, like any other married couple in the galaxy. Ben was slowly starting to feel content with his life here, he could almost forget everything that happened five years prior. He could almost pretend that he did not come to Tatooine because of his failure, that he didn’t have to go into hiding, and that his life didn’t completely spiral because of one order.

Your face softened, knowing how difficult it’s been for Ben. It always seemed as though he was unable to completely move forward, despite his best attempts, because of whatever happened in his past. “Well, you've only been here what, 5 years? You have to give yourself time to adjust, sweetheart."

A faint smile stretched across his lips when you called him ‘sweetheart’. It was the most endearing pet name you had ever given him and he felt a warmness throughout his chest whenever you used it. It made him feel normal, he didn’t have to worry about his former life as Jedi Master and General Obi-Wan Kenobi anymore, he could just be Ben, your husband.

He chuckled softly, watching as you began to cook the vegetables before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “I know, darling, I know…” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and sighed, breathing in the scent of you, something that always relaxed him.

As you cooked, your mind briefly wandered to Coruscant, Ben had once mentioned that he was born and lived most of his life there. You wondered if the planet was anything similar to Tatooine or if it was the complete opposite. You had always wanted to ask him more about his past, what he was like before you met him 3 years ago, and yet, for some reason, you could never bring yourself to give in to those desires.

However, as the two of you stood in the kitchen, you believed that now would be a better time than any to ask him, seeing as this was the first time in a while that he was truly beginning to relax. You hummed softly, attempting to keep the peaceful environment that had been created, “You said you were from Coruscant right? Is it very different from here?”

Ben stiffened slightly from his position behind you before forcing himself to relax, he knew you had no ill intent with your question. If this was any other time, he would have avoided your prodding, but for once, he decided to indulge you, even if only slightly. “It’s very different from here, my dear.” he held you tighter and kept his head resting in the crook of your neck, your familiar scent had always given him a sense of peace and calmness, something which he craved, wishing he could forever be engulfed in it.

“Coruscant makes Tatooine look like a ghost town. It’s full of large buildings and many different levels. You could always hear the buzzing of speeders and people clamoring to numerous places,” Ben paused for a second, wondering how much more he should tell you, before ultimately deciding it’s best to keep it brief, “Let’s just say there was never a dull moment there, my love.”

You decided to push your luck, desperately wanting to know more about your husband. You murmured, as if trying not to startle Ben with your next question, “Do you ever miss it?”

His heart immediately constricted at the thought, though he quickly dismissed it. There was no reason for him to start dwelling on what-ifs, this was his life now, and there was no changing the past. “My life there? No, not at all,” he replied quickly, the lie coming out easy. 

This has become a type of dance for him, every once in a while you would try to inquire about his past and he would always find ways to avoid giving too much detail. He would only ever respond vaguely enough to not make you suspicious while also satisfying your curiosity. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you what his past life actually entailed, it was still too raw, too painful. He didn’t want you to worry either. He knew that he couldn’t hide who he once was from you forever, but he couldn’t tell you today, not now. 

Ben rested his chin on your shoulder and muttered “I wouldn’t want to go back.” A half-truth, he’s not as fond of the planet as he used to be, but it still holds some sentimental value to him. It’s not that he would never want to go back to Coruscant, it’s that he can’t. If he ever tried he knew the Empire would be on him as soon as he was even remotely close to the planet’s atmosphere. 

You finished cooking the vegetables and raised your eyebrows slightly surprised, not expecting that answer from him. “Never?” you inquired, feeling slightly bewildered. “You’d really never want to go back? Was it that bad?”

Ben held you tighter and exhaled, that part of him died years ago. To him, Obi-Wan died the moment he left Anakin to die on Mustafar — he had been, in a way, reborn as Ben. He was just Ben Kenobi, a simple farmer, and your husband. Nothing more, nothing less. “It was fine, nothing particularly interesting happened to me when I lived there,” he lied again, giving you a soft kiss on the side of your neck hoping that this topic of discussion would die out soon.

You sighed at his words and murmured, “Dinner’s ready.” You decided to let the topic drop, knowing that he wasn’t exactly telling you the truth, but you hoped that one day he would trust you enough to let you completely in. 

The two of you ate dinner in silence, both of you seemingly lost in your thoughts. Ben had intrigued you from the start. You had met him at a market in Mos Espa, and he immediately stood out to you. From the way that he held himself to the way he talked. He looked like someone who had seen the galaxy, who had actually experienced life, something you had always wished to do but never had the luxury. His eyes — his beautiful, entrancing sapphire grey eyes that were like pools of sorrow. They showed a variety of complex emotions, something that made you want nothing more than to break down his highly built-walls and see who he truly was. 

Ben was never one to speak much while eating, he felt there was no need to fill the silence with meaningless chatter — he wanted to just enjoy being with you, you were everything to him. 

He had never thought that he would be able to have this, that he’d be able to feel happy again. For the first two years that he had lived on Tatooine, he had expected that he would be alone forever, that he had deserved to live a life of isolation. But then you came along and completely wrecked all those painful thoughts. 

Ben hadn’t realized that he was being completely quiet, he was still processing that he was married and a farmer — he never thought this was how his life would turn out. “Thank you for the dinner dear,” he remarked appreciatively. 

The corners of your mouth turned upward and your eyes brightened ever so slightly at his gratitude, “You’re welcome. I’m sorry though, I know it’s not much-”

He interrupted, “Don’t worry yourself, it’s perfect… You’re the best, you know that?”

You held back a smile, unable to resist teasing him a little. “Am I now?”

Ben brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the palm gently, “You certainly are, my dear. You are the best thing to happen to me in years and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

You leaned forward and kissed him, deciding that no words would be able to encapsulate how you felt towards him.

His heart fluttered as you kissed him, it was so tender and he was more than willing to return it. Your lips were soft and inviting, and he couldn’t resist pulling you into his lap, his hands gently caressing your face. In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

You couldn’t help but moan softly into the kiss, your body was reacting to his and you were so comfortable being in his arms. He was all you needed in life, there wasn’t anything else that mattered. His hands slowly drifted down and began rubbing small circles on the small of your back. 

Your heartbeat quickened as the two of you pulled apart, the feeling of kissing him was intoxicating. You started to subtly grind your hips down, desperate for any type of friction. 

Ben gasped softly at your ministrations and quickly connected your lips again. The kiss between the two of you was full of love and passion. Your hands were everywhere, one wrapped behind his neck and your other around his shoulder, as if you were trying to entangle yourself with him.

Ben deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out and exploring your mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore and picked you up, heading straight for your shared bedroom. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and you kissed all over his face and neck as he took you to the room. 

Once you reached the bedroom he gently laid you down on the bed and slowly made his way on top of you, wanting to savor each moment. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you with an expression that could only be described as pure, devoted love before lowering himself and kissing you again, this time slower and more intimate than he had previously. 

Without breaking the kiss, he started to tenderly remove your tunic from your body, revealing your naked top to his gaze. The rest of your clothes were quickly removed and thrown off the bed as Ben began to kiss you everywhere — your neck, your shoulders, your chest, anywhere he could get his lips on. His hands slowly made their way down your chest, squeezing and massaging your breasts before finally heading towards your neglected pussy. You were completely entranced by his touch, his hands were sending shivers throughout your entire body, making you tremble with anticipation.

You whimpered in pleasure as his hands moved downward and he inserted one finger into your dripping folds while lightly rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb.  You hastily tugged on his own tunic, stripping him until both of you were naked on the bed. You grasped his shoulders and spread your legs open wider, inviting him to come closer. Ben slotted himself in between your thighs and hovered on top of you, his arms caging you in. 

Ben shifted slightly, slipping one hand in between your bodies to grasp his cock. He dragged the tip of it through your folds a couple of times before finally sinking into you. You moaned as he pressed himself closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you adjusted to the size of his cock. 

You gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin as you begged, “Ben, please, move.”

He slowly began to rock his hips, not wanting to rush this moment. The love between the two of you was palpable, your bodies fit together perfectly as if you were made for each other.  He moved his head to your neck, pressing soft kisses into the crook of it. He knew right then that everything he went through was worth it if this was his fate. All of his struggles and hardships faded away as if all that mattered was you and him. 

Your moans grew louder as he gradually picked up his pace, the wet squelching sounds of your skin meeting filled the room. Your nails raked down his back, pleasure completely filling your senses, the only thought on your mind was Ben. 

As your lips met again, the kiss was tender yet rough, a juxtaposition that seemed to also perfectly describe your husband. You could feel your orgasm looming, squeezing his cock and pulling him deeper into you. He moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttered, spilling inside of you, coating your insides with his cum. His orgasm triggered your own, whining loudly as you spasmed around him, your whole body trembling as you rode out your high.

The two of you laid there for a while, basking in each other’s presence before he slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your cum slowly running down your pussy and thighs. 

You leaned up and gently kissed the side of his mouth, “I love you, Ben.”

A soft smile grew on his lips, his heart was overflowing with his love for you. He had never felt like this with anyone but you — you were his person and he was yours, you were perfectly suited. He had no doubt in his mind that you were his soulmate, and he’d thank the Maker that the Force led him to you. “I love you too, my dear.”

You looked up at him lovingly, knowing that this was where you were meant to be, everything seemed right, everything made sense, when you were with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew in the back of your mind that you still had ways to go with Ben, but in this moment, none of that mattered, you’d have him in any way you could.

He exhaled and pressed his forehead against your shoulder — leaning against you in this way felt very nice. His body, mind, and soul felt rejuvenated just by being in your presence.

The two of you shifted so that you were laying your head on his chest and your legs were intertwined. Slowly you and Ben drifted asleep, your bodies, minds, and souls forever entwined.

[renlyslittlerose]

Today's drabble is... 'Falling Asleep'. I wrote this one for me. It seems I can only write Vaderwan when it's just a drabble 😅

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Vader was asleep.

One couldn’t tell just by listening to him. The harsh mechanical sounds of artificial bellows remained the same, slow and steady and even, giving away very little as he hid beneath his mask. But Obi-Wan saw the subtle drop in his shoulders and the curve to his spine as he sunk lower in his chair, his grip on the armrests relaxing ever so. For a moment he saw his Padawan again, bored and exhausted as he slouched in his chair and dozed in the heat of the sun.

Swallowing the ache, Obi-Wan returned his attention to the meeting, listening to the droll conversation and various reports with idle interest.

Vader had been gone on a week’s long mission, returning only yesterday. He’d stunk of death and cauterized wounds when he’d returned, a chunk of something lodged in his armour that the droids struggled to remove as he sat and gave his report to Obi-Wan and Admiral Daala. His face remained hidden behind the impassive black mask, but Obi-Wan could feel his exhaustion through their bond even then.

Obi-Wan had made a remark about someone finally getting the better of him. Vader had been too tired to come up with one of his usual retorts, and simply lumbered off to his chambers with the metal still stuck in his pauldron.

Evidently, he’d not gotten much rest afterward.

“Admiral Kenobi? Lord Vader?”

Obi-Wan looked up from his datapad to see the meeting had been adjourned and most had already left, save for one of the scribes who stood nervously in the doorway.

“Lord Vader and I have something to discuss in private,” he said, and waved the girl away.

He spared Vader another glance. He was still asleep, though Obi-Wan had to stare to be sure, watching his shoulders as they rose and then fell, and how his grip remained featherlight. Though protected in layers of his suit that hid both his body and thoughts away from the rest of the world, he seemed vulnerable in ways that Obi-Wan wasn’t used to seeing outside of his chambers.

It was an odd thing to witness.

Returning to his work, Obi-Wan completed his reports just as Vader seemed to come to. His grip tightened on the seat, his shoulders straightening, and his mechanized breathing stuttered for a moment, a gasp filling the space before the bellows pumped air back out.

Obi-Wan stood and sent Vader a quick glance. “Enjoy your nap?” he asked as he passed.

Vader’s hand shot out and grasped his wrist, holding on with focused softness. Obi-Wan still wasn’t used to feeling the metal touch of his left hand - unmoving, resilient, hard. He missed the grip of his old fleshed one, calloused and warm along the dip of Obi-Wan’s spine and the curve of his jaw.

“Why?” Vader asked.

Why? Because you looked like you needed the rest; because I still feel it’s my duty to care for you; because I wanted for you to rest, if just for a moment.

“I didn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of the council,” he said primly. “It’d look bad on both of us, if you were caught sleeping during a debrief.”

He turned his hand then and wrapped his fingers around Vader’s wrist. He squeezed gently as he stared into the lifeless eyes of his mask. A spark fluttered through their bond, and Obi-Wan knew his lie was discovered.

Retracting his hand, Obi-Wan headed to the door and paused in the entrance. “Now that you’re rested… come to my quarters later this evening, will you?”

He left before Vader could answer. Vader never said no to him, anyways.

[wizardofrozz]

Shadow Play

Commander Fox x senator!reader (fem), Senator Farr, Commander Thorn, and mention of Commander Stone

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: NSFW, this is literally just filth, unprotected sex, exhibition, creampie, fluff, Fox being a tease

Summary: Seeing their favorite senator getting wrecked by their commander was certainly not in the Coruscant Guard’s mission briefing for today. 

A/N: I finally had the motivation to write some Fox smut thanks to this art. Huge thanks to @homie-one-kenobi​ for all the encouragement and help editing ❤️ Writing this has reduced me to a puddle so please enjoy 😂

         Lights flashed across the rows of seats, making you squint as another Mon Calamari dancer twirled elegantly. You tried to focus on the choreography, praying it would hold your attention but no matter what, you still couldn’t force yourself to enjoy the ballet. Watching it for a third time wasn’t changing your opinion, yet it wasn’t like you could’ve declined the offer. Your eyes flickered to the balcony opposite you, noting Fox’s absence for the fifth time in less than an hour, borderline glaring at the unfortunate Corrie taking his place. 

         A small part of you hated the poor sentry, his red armor acting as a constant reminder that for the last 21 rotations and 17 hours since Fox left for an off-world assignment, your bed had been cold and empty. Your eyes finally drifted away from the trooper and just barely stopped yourself from rolling your eyes at the small group of senators whispering praises. While you agreed that the performers were exceptional, you couldn’t follow the plot, leaving you to count down the seconds until the next intermission. A small part of you wished that Riyo or Padme were there to make the whole experience a little more bearable. 

         Years of etiquette training was the only thing that stopped you from jumping out of your seat when a booming voice announced the second intermission. Your aid that was standing near the back of the senatorial box shot you a sympathetic look and you appreciated the gesture even if there was nothing they could do to help. Just as the door was within reach, the faint call of your name had you stopping in your tracks, forcing your expression to remain pleasant. 

         “Senator Farr,” you greeted, managing a small smile. You had nothing against the Rodian senator, you quite liked him, but you really weren’t in the mood for small talk. You expected him to ask for your interpretation of the ballet only to surprise you when he ushered you into the bustling hall. 

         “How many more acts are there?” he whispered, leaning in to keep the conversation somewhat private. Your mouth twisted to the side in a poor attempt at hiding your amusement.

         “Three,” you replied, chewing on your top lip when Senator Farr’s already large eyes seemed to grow bigger. “I plan to feign a stomach bug for the next two.” 

         “Will it be any less believable if we both do?” he mused, glancing over your shoulder at the cluster of senators still talking about Act 2. 

         “Probably more believable,” you snickered, scratching the corner of your mouth to cover your persistent grin. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m not feeling well.”

         “Hm, now that you mention it,” Farr sighed, his forehead wrinkling in a show of distress that you found quite impressive. He chanced one last look over your shoulder before gently nudging your arm and hurrying toward the bathroom. You allowed yourself a fond laugh before heading in the direction of the lady’s room, making a detour through the nearby door at the last second. The click of your disgustingly uncomfortable shoes was deafening in the silent stairwell, making you pause at the top of the first flight to check no one had followed. 

         Once you were confident you were in the clear, you took the last flight at a slower pace, contemplating burning the fucking torture devices you called shoes the entire way. You paused one last time at the top of the steps, just to be safe, before slipping through the door at the top. A warm, orangish glow washed over you, melting some of the tension in your neck and shoulders as you stepped into the cupola. 

         It had been far too long since you’d ventured into the little hideaway, only able to admire the beautiful stained glass windows from afar. Most Coruscant residents had no idea there was even a room atop the opera house, meaning they missed out on one of the most beautiful views. You lazily wandered toward the window, lightly brushing your fingers over the marbled glass, watching the slightly distorted ecumenopolis below. Your original intention had been to find a refuge from the torture of sitting through three more acts but standing there, looking out across the capital world, all you felt was lonely. 

         The soft whir of the door was lost to your aching heart but there was no mistaking the muted footsteps approaching. Anyone else would’ve felt fear in that moment, yet you only sighed, knowing the taste of solace you found had come to an end. You let your hand linger on the cool glass for another second before dropping it, turning to face the presence lingering off to your left. 

         For a moment, you were convinced you were hallucinating, that maybe you were sick, when you turned to find a Coruscant Guard member watching you. There was no mistaking the pattern you had sought out in waves of red armor time and time again. He canted his head and it was so painfully familiar, it nearly brought tears to your eyes.

         “What are you doing here?” you blurted, your manners suddenly tumbling to Coruscant’s surface. Not that he minded. 

         “I could ask you the same thing,” Fox countered. Just hearing his voice, the unique inflection in his words that set him apart had your shoulders slumping like the marionette strings folding your facade up had been cut. Something between a sob and laugh tumbled past your lips, the sound seemed to break through the barrier Fox built around himself. The second his stance lost some of its rigidity you were moving, throwing your arms around his shoulders. The collision punched a grunt out of Fox but he barely even swayed, catching your weight with ease.

         “What are you doing here?” you repeated, the words muffled against his shoulder. It had been three long weeks since you saw him before he went dark for a security detail off-world. Fox smelled of blaster fire, caf, and sweat, a mixture that should’ve had your nose wrinkling, but right then, it was so perfectly him you pressed closer. 

         “Thought I’d pick up a security shift for a few senators spending the night at the opera,” Fox sighed, pressing the hard edge of his helmet against the side of your head. That had you pulling away, staring into his dark visor. How long had he been back? The question must’ve been written all over your face because Fox laughed, a soft, beautiful sound. “Relax, we landed maybe an hour before it started.”

         “Shouldn’t you be resting?” you mumbled, threading your fingers together at the back of his neck.

         “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” Fox snorted, pulling you as close as he dared. The bite of plastoid against your body was uncomfortable but you’d take it over his absence any day.

         “Drama queen,” you huffed with a fond eye roll. His helmet tipped down and you assumed he was pinning you with a dark glare, something you had never wanted to see more than you did in that moment. You carefully broke the seal, slowly lifting the bright red helmet off, not realizing you were holding your breath. Fox blinked a few times, gently shaking his head, tousling his longer-than-normal curls. But instead of a scowl, you were greeted with a soft smile that melted your heart. 

         “Hey,” he breathed, gently tracing the curve of your back. 

         “Stars, I missed you,” you rasped just before surging forward to capture his lips. Fox let out a soft, breathy laugh against your lips before gently cradling the back of your head, and leaning into the kiss. The bitterness of caf lingered on his lips, a taste you shouldn’t have missed seeing that you drank it just as often as Fox, however, it always seemed to taste better this way.   

         The kiss had started out sweet, a slow and tender brush of lips that made your heart flutter wildly. You intended to pull away until Fox started to knead the back of your neck, molding you against the curve of his chest. Every ounce of fatigue and anxiety you had been holding onto melted away as you coaxed his mouth open. Fox groaned softly, using his hold on your neck to angle your head back with an urgency you weren’t expecting. The shift had your head spinning to the point that you hadn’t realized you were moving until your back met the cool window.

         “Missed you too,” Fox mumbled, dragging his lips away from yours to pant against your cheek. “So fucking much.”

         “Mm, playing bodyguard for one of my colleagues wasn’t engaging enough,” you teased, carding through his messy hair. Fox nipped at your ear in retaliation, forcing a half-gasp, half-giggle past your lips. He tugged you tighter against his chest, the unforgiving plastoid of his codpiece pressing into your thigh, tempting you with what waited behind it. 

         “Like any of them could compare to you,” he breathed, nuzzling into your neck with a shallow roll of his hips. Maybe it was because you weren’t used to him being gone for long stretches of time but you were suddenly aching to feel something beyond GAR blacks and rigid plastoid. Fox yelped at the impatient tug on his codpiece, pulling back to dart his eyes between your hand and your face. 

         “What - what are you doing?” he hissed, glancing over his shoulder. Yet he didn’t try to move your hand, letting you trace the shape at a torturous pace. 

         “I’m trying to indulge in what I’ve been daydreaming about for weeks,” you huffed, playfully tugging on the clip holding the armor in place. You watched the way his Adam’s apple bobbed before his expression shifted, brown eyes somehow growing darker in the low light. 

         “Right here?” Fox mused, crowding you against the window and pinning your hand in place. Daring you to bow out. “Now what if one of the boys looked up and saw us? How would they feel seeing their favorite senator being ruined by their commander?” 

         “Fox,” you gasped, closing your fist in his hair, and grinding into the curve of his thigh plate. The idea should’ve scared you, should’ve filled you with a numbing dread at the thought of anyone catching an esteemed senator with a Guard commander. Instead, you clenched around nothing, mouth falling open with your strained pants. 

         “Oh, you like that, honey,” Fox purred, his gloved hand slipping under the hem of your short skirt. Even through a layer of fabric, his touch left a trail of heat across your skin. The quiet whine that followed the first brush of his fingers over your cunt made him shiver in your grip. “Maker, you sound even sweeter than in my dreams.”

         “You - you dream about the s-sounds I make?” you panted, rocking forward in time with the drag of his fingers.

         “Oh, I dream about more than that,” he chucked, bumping his nose against yours.

         “Care to share?”

         “How long do you have?” 

         “For you?” you whispered, barely brushing your lips against his. “All the time in the galaxy.”

         “Is that so?” he mumbled, moving to pepper kisses down the side of your neck. You caught a glimpse of redness high on his cheeks just before a digit sank into you with little resistance. Your cunt clenched around his gloved finger, a strangled moan bursting from your lips as he pumped his finger once. The rough fabric of his gloves never bothered you before but the desperate, clawing need to feel the warmth of his skin had you squirming.

         “Take your gloves off,” you all but begged, “please.” You almost wished you hadn’t asked when he slowly, torturously, pulled away. He caught your eye, pinning you in place with a heavy look, never breaking eye contact as he brought his hand toward his face. You had witnessed Fox bring down a mercenary single-handedly after losing his blaster, seen him dissolve a full-fledged riot, and hit what should’ve been an impossible mark without batting an eye. Yet somehow the sight of his tongue curling around the soaked finger of his glove was more electrifying, setting your teeth on edge. 

         He pinned you in place, closing his lips around his finger; his lashes fluttered, a muffled groan filling the air as he savored your taste. Your lungs suddenly felt too small as you watched the slow drag of his digit over his full bottom lip. Fox was putting on a show, the twinkle in his lust-blown eyes giving him away and you were undoubtedly enjoying every second. A flash of white teeth sinking into the tip of the glove made your breath hitch, your eyes staying glued to the hem of the fabric as Fox tilted his head back, revealing strong, calloused hands. 

         Fox’s now bare hand came to rest lightly against your chest, following the curve of your body but your focus was zeroed in on the glove dangling from his teeth. He looked far too pleased with himself, a slight smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as he paused, letting you admire the view. The feather-light brush of his fingers over your heated skin jerked you back to reality but your eyes still followed the fabric when he turned his head, letting the glove fall to the floor before turning his attention back to you. 

         “Better?” he rumbled, brushing through your folds before sinking two fingers into you, his smug grin never fading. Your head bobbed in an almost frantic nod as you tried to bite back a moan. Fox’s smug smile wasn’t helping either. 

         “Fuck, yes,” you gasped, tightening your grip in his hair. Fox hummed in the back of his throat, lazily pumping his fingers like he had all the time in the world. You were suddenly reminded of your hand placement when he shifted his weight. If your brain didn’t feel like it might leak out of your ears, you would’ve been more impressed with the skillful way you unclipped his codpiece in one swift movement. 

         “You’re getting too good at that,” Fox groaned, rocking into your hand.

         “You only have yourself to blame,” you laughed breathlessly, tracing the shape of his hard length. He surged forward, his finger brushing a devastating spot inside you as his lips slammed into yours, muffling your incoherent cry. 

         “Will–will you let me,” he stammered between kisses, the sloppy roll of his hips growing rougher, “let me fuck you for all of Coruscant to see?” 

         “If–fuck–if you don’t–” you warned, trying to sound commanding, but your ability to form words was quickly narrowing to nothing more than curses and Fox’s name. That seemed to be all the permission he needed though as he licked into your mouth again, the hand that had been buried in your cunt coming up to grip your jaw. In a flurry of movement, you were suddenly facing the expanses of Coruscant, Fox’s warmth pressing against your back as he hiked your skirt up, bunching it around your hips.

         “Put your hands on the window, honey,” he rumbled, brushing his nose against the shell of your ear. You obeyed without a second thought, bracing both your hands against one of the orange panels; your heart fluttered when one of his large hands filled the space beside yours. “I wonder if I’ll be able to see our handprints every time I pass by.”

         The thought that you’d leave behind a reminder, something only you and Fox would know about, had you pushing back into him. He seemed to catch on, unceremoniously tugging his pants down just enough to free his weeping cock, slipping it between your thighs. There was a brief moment where he paused, his tip barely pressing into your folds like he was savoring the buildup before he pushed in. The stretch felt endless, your head falling forward as you panted around soft whimpers until he was fully sheathed. 

         “Stars,” you chuckled, feeling dizzy with how full you were, “almost forgot how big you are.” Fox’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, punching the air from your lungs. His free hands slowly followed the curve of your waist, catching on the flashy fabric of your outfit, pausing briefly to brush a thumb over your covered nipple. A shiver tore through you when his hand gently curled around your throat, never squeezing, only using his grip as a way to hold you in place. 

         “Guess I’ll have to remind you,” he growled, pausing long enough for the words to sink in before he moved. The first thrust tested your ability to hold yourself up but Fox barely gave you a moment to steady yourself before he picked up a brutal pace. If you weren’t so high above the bustling crowds, you might’ve been worried about how you cried out, throwing your head back against Fox’s shoulder. 

         “F-Fox,” you moaned, needing him to hear the desperation pumping through your veins. You mindlessly curled your fingers over the smooth window pane, forcing your eyes open when you met warm skin. Fox’s hand was still braced against the window, your hand half covering his after your frantic scrambling. You were so mesmerized by the sheer size difference that you didn't notice right away when Fox shifted his weight, hitting a spot that made your eyes cross. You blindly grabbed onto the back of his hand, fingers interlacing between his. Fox instinctively closed his hand, pressing your fingertips into the rough skin of his palm. He nuzzled against your cheek, his ragged breathing raising goosebumps along the length of your throat.

         “Fuck, you - you feel so good, cyar’ika” he whimpered, pressing a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss to your cheek. You were both spiraling out of control, climbing higher and higher with each galaxy-shattering thrust. Fox’s usually composed attitude was long gone, leaving him just as desperate and pleasure-drunk as you were. The heat building under your skin had reached a scalding level but you just couldn’t seem to fall over the edge.

         “I– I’m so close,” you whispered, turning your head to try and find his lips. Fox mumbled something you couldn’t quite catch before his hand slid over your chest, coming to rest on your stomach. The pressure of his hand made each punch of his cock somehow more explosive, reminding you both just how deep he was; Fox’s strangled moan overlayed with yours, his hips losing their rhythm.

         “Never - fuck -  never leaving you behind again,” he panted, leaning heavily against your back to drop his hand lower. Every muscle in your lower half clenched when his fingers brushed your clit, ripping an unusually loud moan from deep in Fox’s chest. The movements of his fingers were sloppy but you were so lost in the blinding pleasure that it didn’t matter. It finally, finally, crested, throwing you over the edge with a cry of Fox’s name as you gushed around him.

         It only took three more thrusts before Fox went rigid, burying himself to the hilt with a soft, shaky moan. 

         Your thoughts cleared slowly, the fog of arousal melting away as you drifted back down to Coruscant. The empty cupola felt oddly quiet without the slap of skin on skin, leaving you to focus on Fox’s slightly labored breathing. Your eyes drifted back to where your hands were still braced against the stained glass, a small smile lifting the corner of your mouth when you noticed that your hand was still wrapped around Fox’s larger one. Flashing speeder lights caught your attention, drawing your gaze to the traffic zipping past the opera house. 

         “Think anyone saw us?” you wondered absently. Fox laughed, loud and unguarded, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder and the sound alone was enough to make your stomach do a funny little flip.

         “We may never know,” Fox snickered, kissing the base of your neck. The deafening chirp of Fox’s comm brought you crashing back to reality, but you did your best to not let your disappointment show when he reached up to tap a button on his vambrace. “Fox.”

         “Gotta question for you, Commander,” Thorn said in place of a greeting. Fox propped his chin on your shoulder, humming softly when you let your head drop to the side, resting your temple against his. 

         “Yes, Thorn.” There was a pregnant pause, your brows pulling together when you swore you heard a muffle laugh through the channel. 

         “You, uh, wouldn’t happen to be in the opera house’s cupola, would you?” Thorn snickered. Your stomach plummeted to your feet while Fox stiffened behind you. There was no denying it since Fox’s cock was still buried inside you. You tilted your head down, searching for a few dots of red in the sea of creatures, easily finding them near the opera house’s entrance. 

         “No,” Fox replied stiffly, only making the situation worse.

         “Oh really?” a slightly different voice huffed. You glanced to the side, arching a brow in question. Fox rolled his eyes but mouthed, Stone, before returning his attention back to the comm. 

         “Heya, senator!” Thorn shouted. You only knew it was him because just as the greeting came through, you saw one of the dots with more red paint raise an arm, waving it wildly.

         “How’d you know?” Fox grumbled, sounding close to pouting in your opinion.

         “We can see your shadows, shit for brains,” Thorn wheezed, barely getting his sentence out between fits of laughter. 

         “Go do your fucking jobs,” Fox snapped, punching the button to end the call a little too hard. You had managed to keep a straight face throughout the call but you were steadily losing the battle against laughter. “I’m glad you find it funny.”

         “I’m surprised you don’t,” you giggled, lightly resting your head against his temple. Fox huffed and hid his face against your shoulder, faintly shaking his head. 

         “I’m never going to hear the end of this,” he groaned, mindlessly squeezing your fingers that were still intertwined with his.

         “About getting caught,” you wondered, letting a smirk pull at the corner of your mouth, “or how hot it looked from their perspective?” Fox sounded defeated as he brought your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. 

         “Both.” 

Taglist: @techs-feral-wife​ (thank you for your help too Max ❤️)

[lacontroller1991]

Boxes of Dye and Boxes of Tea (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Warnings: Obi-Wan being jealous, Obi-Wan being insecure (but not for long), one sexual comment (18+ please), slight age gap (reader is of legal age)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author's Note: I switch between POVs a lot in this, each POV switch is noted by a series of dashes. Anywho, enjoy!

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One of the defining rules of the Jedi Code is to be humble. Humble about your life, your wardrobe, your attitude and your appearance. It is also one of the defining rules of the Jedi Code to not form romantic attachments to anyone, let alone someone in the order and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi? He broke both. It’s not like he could control who he loves, after all, underneath the worn armor, robes, and tunics, he is human. And with being human comes human emotions like lust, love, jealousy, insecurities. 

Despite being trained in the ways of suppressing his emotions so as to not let them cloud his judgment, nothing could have trained him for the day that he sees you; his secret, younger, lover with a male about half his age. Normally, it doesn’t bother Obi-Wan who you talk to because he’s not normally a jealous guy, but after one snide comment from Anakin about the gray in his hair, it has Obi-Wan questioning everything, and seeing you talking with someone half his age? Well, Obi-Wan can’t help but to feel jealous and insecure.

Turning on his heel rapidly, Obi-Wan narrowly dodges your line of sight and rushes down the numerous halls towards his chambers as doubt clouds his mind. Would you leave him for that guy? Is he too old for you? Do you need someone more youthful to keep up with you? The questions storm in his mind as he looks over his appearance. He’s still in great shape, but he does note that he looks more exhausted than normal and his hair is starting to show his years of… wisdom. Sighing in annoyance, Obi-Wan frowns at his appearance. Just how can you find him attractive? Picking up a book, he tries to focus on the words but to no avail.

With a pep in your step, you all but skip towards Obi-Wan’s quarters, a present in your hand. After meeting up with your friend who grows tea leaves, you finally collected a large enough tea collection that will hopefully last Obi-Wan’s next upcoming mission.

Knocking on the door, you quickly hide the present under your robe and put a smile on your face as the door slides open, revealing a somber Obi-Wan with wet hair, causing your smile to turn into a frown of concern. “Obi? What’s wrong?”

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Hearing the knock of his door, Obi-Wan cringes slightly knowing that it’s you on the other side. It’s not that he doesn’t want to see you, it’s more of the fact that he doesn’t want to be seen by you, but still, he heads toward the door and opens it, revealing you standing there with a smile on your face that quickly turns into a frown. “Obi? What’s wrong?” Sighing, he backs away from the door as you hesitantly walk into his room, closing the door behind you, not really sure how to handle the man in front of you. “Did the Council say something? Are you going on a mission sooner than we thought?”

“No, little one. It’s nothing. I’ve just been a bit lost in my head today, that’s all.” Seeming to not buy his excuse, he watches as you sit yourself down on his bed, arms still clasped together in your robe. 

“You can’t fool me, Obi. What’s really going on?” Normally, your forthrightness is admirable, but now, he’s seriously disliking it.

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“I’ve just been feeling a little…. insecure, I guess.” You quirk up an eyebrow as you look around his room, trying to find something, anything that will give you a clue and then you spot it just lightly poking out of the trashcan in his refresher. It’s hardly noticeable, but you’re a female, you know what a box of hair dye looks like. Looking back over your lover, you notice that only two spots are freshly dyed, given with how unblended they are. The spots right above his ears. The spots where gray streaks begin. It suddenly clicks in your mind. 

Without revealing the present, you remove your cloak from your body and move to stand in front of him. “Why are you dying your hair?”

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Obi-Wan lets out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood, but you remain still, trying to comprehend. Letting out a sigh, Obi-Wan’s hands reach up for your hips and drag you into him while your hands move to his scalp, lightly running careful fingertips through his damp locks as he loses himself in the feeling. “Anakin pointed out that my hair is getting more gray and that I’m looking older and I guess I just wanted to remain youthful for you.” He’s embarrassed to admit it in fear that you’ll laugh at him, but instead, he feels a feather soft kiss against the crown of his damp head.

“Oh Obi-Wan, my handsome, handsome man, please don’t change your looks for me. I don’t care what you look like. I love you for you. I love your humor, your wisdom, your sarcasm, your penchant for tea, the way you call me ‘darling’ or ‘my love’,  and the way you hold me in your arms at night. I love you as a lover and I admire you as a Jedi. Besides, obviously you’re going to age slightly. You’re fighting in a war and not to mention, I’m sure training Anakin definitely wasn’t stress free, so I really wouldn’t worry about a couple of pieces of hair.” Obi-Wan smiles softly at your words as you continue to roam your hands throughout his hair, lighting scratching his scalp.

“You’re right darling. I guess it came over me because I saw you with that one guy in the hall, who happens to be your age.”

“Who, Sid? He was only giving me something that I asked for,” Obi-Wan watches as you move your robe to the side and reveal a wrapped box. Turning around, you hand the box to Obi-Wan as you take a seat next to him. “Go ahead and open it.”

“Darling, you shouldn’t have.” Obi-Wan has told you numerous times to not get him any sort of gifts, but you, ever being thoughtful, never listens. Tearing the paper off, he looks down at the box before removing the lid and spotting a variety of tea bags, and a lot of them. “Tea?”

“Yeah, I spent some time collecting a variety and Sid had the last ones I was looking for. I figured that I could make you something before your next mission and hopefully it’ll last.”

“This is so kind of you.” He sets the box to the side and brings you in for a hug, feeling foolish about overreacting to something that he didn’t know.

“Anything for you, my love. And you wanna know something?” He pulls away and makes eye contact with you, a mischievous grin gracing your lips.

“Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to say something inappropriate?”

“Because you know me so well,” you lean forward, your hands sliding up his thighs ever so slightly. “I really, really love your hair the way it is. I especially love tugging onto it while we make sweet sweet love.” And if Obi-Wan wasn’t flustered before, he definitely is now.

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You're So Vain | Obi-Wan Kenobi | Part 2

Summary: Y/N arrives in Naboo after being rescued by Obi-Wan.

Prompt: but you gave away the things you loved, and one of them was me.

Warnings: PTSD.

Complete chapter list here.

When it was finally time to leave that awful ship, all I could think about was taking a bath in the warm waters of the lake at home. I had dreamed of that for months, waiting to wash away the dirt and grime on my skin. But when I saw Padmé standing at the steps, her eyes filled with concern and desperation, it felt unreal.

Was this really happening?

Was I really safe, back home?

Padmé hugged me, her hand stroking my head, and I saw tears in her eyes. I buried my face in her shoulder and began to cry. It was ironic since I was seven years older than her. I had taken care of her when she was only fourteen.

“You're safe now, Y/N,” she whispered. “Let’s get you inside, dear.”

She and her handmaidens wrapped me in a soft cloak and helped me up the stairs. I glanced back; the Jedi stood there, watchful, like guardians. They couldn’t possibly understand what I’d been through during those long months. I almost wanted to laugh at how silly it seemed that everyone was so worried about me after all this time.

But I couldn’t even manage a smile.

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The water was warm, and the scent of it was sweet. Padmé had put me in her old room, a huge bedroom with a balcony that overlooked the city.

The bathroom was open to it, so I watched the beauty of Theed while scrubbing my arms and back. White and rose petals floated on its surface.

I used to sneak out at dusk with the other handmaidens to swim in the lake. Queen Amidala found out, but rather than reprimand us, she became our friend.

It was hard to leave Naboo and serve my father in Mandalore, but she understood back then, as much as she could.

We were growing up while the war also grew, two girls from Naboo lost between dreams of girlhood and politics.

“I can’t believe you are alive,” she whispered, her fingers running through my hair. She did not dare to leave my side the whole day. “You don’t seem… real,” she laid her head on her arms, seated beside the bathtub.

“Believe me,” I dipped my fingers and washed my face. “You don’t either.”

“Ani said something like that when I first met him,” she laughed. “And he said the same about you today.”

“What?”

“That you looked like an angel. A fallen one.”

I chuckled, forcefully.

“I was practically naked, covered in dirt and blood.”

Padmé shivered. She seemed to hesitate before asking:

“What have they done to you, Y/N?”

So I told her everything that I could remember.

The days that passed like centuries, and the nights when I was lost in memories and dreams. My face hid an embarrassment.

“All of that, just to get dirt on Obi-Wan. But why? You two barely speak to each other.”

“I’ve known him for a long time. The same as you. Maybe they couldn’t get to you and used me instead. I’m not sure.”

It was a lie. Someone from the Separatists knew about me and him. About that night. I could not believe it was an accident. Someone knew about it and wanted to be sure of it. But who?

“Maybe,” she licked her lips, thinking. “I’m sorry, I don’t want to make you think about those days ever again. You must be exhausted.”

“I’m just glad to be home,” I murmured.

“Rest as long as you need, and when you’re ready, we will report everything to the Jedi Council. Obi-Wan must have already filled them in. I will go to Coruscant to plead with the Senate to investigate this matter further.”

“What?” I panicked. “When? You can’t go.”

“I know, dear. But I have to. I can’t let them get away with it. Not this time.”

“Padmé, please. Don’t leave me alone. You know I hate the court and all of them.”

“Your family will be here shortly.”

I smirked.

“You know that’s not true.”

“I…” her dark brown eyes lowered to her hands. “I’m sorry, Y/N. But I have to fight for you. You don’t know how the past months have been like. They were considering you dead until Obi-Wan got that info on you…”

“What? Obi-Wan?” I interrupted her.

“Oh. Didn’t you…?” she sighed. “He was infiltrated for weeks in enemy bases trying to find the intel on your location. Then the Council called him back, and he snuck in again. That went on and off for months.”

“That… can’t be true, Padmé.”

“I was in communication with him during it. We were sort of… accomplices. That’s also why I have to go to Coruscant; the Jedi Council is not very happy with him and Anakin. You know that Ani follows him wherever he goes. They are both in big trouble. But now that we have you… we can prove to them that your rescue was beneficial. Of course, when you’re better, you can tell them everything.”

I got up, splashing water everywhere.

“I must go with you then.”

“That’s absolutely out of the question. It hasn’t been a day!”

Her eyes traced the scars but said nothing.

“If what you tell me is true, I owe them a whole lot. I can’t let them be in bad terms with the Council, nor leave the Republic blind about what I’ve been through.”

“Y/N, it’s already settled. I will plead our case to the Senate, then come back and bring you. Either way, it wouldn’t make a difference.”

“What do you mean?”

“Anakin will escort me there and…” she paused. “Obi-Wan is sort of distanced from the Jedi Order.”

I could feel my chest burning up.

“Is he banished?”

“No,” her eyes drew away from my body to the lake. I was too angry to be shy. “He defied direct orders from Mace Windu to keep looking for you. He is… quite proud, you know. So they decided it would be best for Obi-Wan to stay here, protecting you, until the dust settles.”

“They are such hypocrites, honestly,” I hissed. “Good to know they didn’t even want to bother looking for me, but… they were supposed to be the fucking protectors of the galaxy, right? Guardians of peace. He was doing exactly that. Why is he outcast?”

“Yes. I agree. But that doesn’t change anything. If you go to Coruscant speaking like that, it will only make things worse for him.”

“Fuck them. I have to do something.”

She straightened her back, and her eyes shone like when she was speaking in the Senate. The matter changed to something else, I sensed. Her voice sounded hoarse, regal.

“Everything is arranged. I’m leaving tonight. And you’re not coming.”

I wasn’t intimidated.

“I am.”

“No, you’re not. Because he is determined to protect you, and if you go, he goes, and then it’s certain he will be banished.”

I opened my mouth, but the words did not come to me. She knew I would never risk endangering Obi-Wan any further. My head ached trying to find a way out, but… if he was in charge of protecting me, I was pretty much stuck. Nothing to do but wait. Yet again, like a hostage, only here in Naboo instead of the fucking trash where I was held.

I stared at my own reflection in one of the mirrors. My eyes were red, my face pale, and my body starving. Even if I could go, I would look like a mere ghost of what I once was. A weak replicate of the Senator I wanted to be. I sank back in the bathtub, defeated. But I did not say a word until the quiet simply got too awkward.

“I’m sorry, dear. There is no other way,” Padmé whispered before leaving.

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At night, Naboo was quiet except for the birds and the wind howling through the trees, sending soft waves across the Lake Country. Padmé made me promise to stay here, in one of the Queen’s houses, close to where she grew up. She told me it had always been safe for her, and I believed her. I was relieved I didn’t have to entertain anyone, but I still felt like a trapped child.

The heat in the room felt suffocating. I tried to sleep but realized I might never be able to again. My face was sharp with harsh angles, and the dark circles under my eyes felt like scars.

Feeling distressed, I got out of bed and went to the dressing table. I stopped, cold sweat on my skin, touched by the night air, my hands clenched into fists.

A necklace, my necklace, silvery, with a kyber crystal hanging from it, pearly, almost blue.

A note beneath it. I took it, hands shaking.

"I thought you would like that back. I wore it in the Senate many times. It was my way of coping. - Padmé."

It shone so brightly under the rays of moonlight piercing through the balcony. I waited to have the courage to take it, to believe that I was really here.

After what felt like hours standing there, staring at it, I took it and held it against my chest, tears flowing down my cheeks.

It wasn't surprising that Padmé had it when I was kidnapped; I was staying with her on Alderaan.

Of course, like all things in my life, this sounded like a cruel joke but also a huge blessing. After all, it was a present from a Jedi I met long ago. The same Jedi who saved me and whose fate seemed to be in my hands at the moment.

I wore it and looked at myself. I had a nightgown on, sterling, transparent. I dressed in a long tunic to cover myself and left the room.

It was probably not too long after midnight, and the three moons were so high in the sky of Naboo. Ohma D'un, Rori, and Tasia, glowing like angels far away.

"A fallen one," I whispered. Yes, I had fallen. I could never go back to the luxury, to the politics. I was probably doomed already. Never to sleep. Always to wander through memories.

I walked slowly through the corridors, losing myself. I waited a bit on one of the sundecks, breathing fresh air from the leaves of the wild. Then I approached the porch, from which I could see almost all the lake. It was on a balcony such as this one, back in Theed, where he gave me the kyber crystal.

I approached the balcony, looking below, Theed's wind caressing me like an old acquaintance.

"It's cold out here," a voice said behind me. His voice.

"Obi-Wan," I uttered, turning around.

He was wearing his usual Jedi clothes, but only the undertunic, his hair messy as if he had been lying down recently. His lightsaber was holstered in his belt, one hand resting there. Steady. I had never seen him this disheveled since… well.

"I'm sorry, have I woken you?" I asked, trying to be polite. Had I walked past his room when wandering around? I didn't know where he was staying, so it was possible.

"I was already awake," he walked towards me. "Why are you here?"

"Enjoying the fresh air."

"Indeed? It's rather cold."

"I don't mind," I shrugged. "Why are you here then?"

"I'm your protector," he said indifferently.

"What? Are you following me?"

"Senator Amidala left your security in my hands," Obi-Wan's brows furrowed.

"This is utterly ridiculous," I murmured. "I'm just walking in the palace.”

"You were also walking in Alderaan's palace that time," his response was quick, dry.

I opened my mouth, indignant. Yes, I remembered. How could I forget?

"What I mean is, being in Naboo doesn't make you untouchable. And it's just a formality, really. But I like to be thorough."

"Obi… Master Kenobi," I corrected. "You really don't need to follow me around like a Trooper. You know there are plenty of those already."

"Perhaps, but vigilance is a virtue I've come to value. However, I assure you, I'll keep myl distance.”

"This is Naboo, not a battlefield. Your chivalry is appreciated, but not needed here."

He opened a slow, feline smile.

"You haven't changed."

"Pardon me?" My eyes narrowed.

“So stubborn and unbendable. You can’t fight this.”

"I'll feel watched. Like an infant."

"Don't think of it like that. Just continue to do… whatever it is you were doing."

He turned around, walking away. I felt stupid. He had given up on everything, and here I was throwing a tantrum. But I couldn't help myself. I thought I was finally done with him, and now I was literally stuck with him yards away. For how long?

"Wait," my voice dropped.

He stopped, then slowly turned with a sigh.

"Thank you."

"Finally, some gratitude," he grinned sarcastically.

"Not for this. For… saving me. For risking everything to find me."

A pause. He lowered his face, his chin dropped.

I waited. For a few seconds, it seemed like he wasn't going to say anything, so I began to walk away. As it was my turn to give him my back, he said:

"Don't thank me."

"Huh? Why?" The words jumped from my mouth.

"You were there… for months. Almost a year. You shouldn’t thank me."

"No one knew where I was."

"That isn't my point," his voice grew darker and a little loud. "I…" he noticed I trembled a bit, and my feet were already reaching behind me. "I'm sorry. It's just… I… We should have been able to save you sooner. That's all."

"I understand why you didn't," I retorted.

"Still. It was not a good enough reason not to."

"I would be dead if not for you. Just accept my thanks and get over it."

"Why do you have to be so difficult?" he rolled his eyes and sighed. His voice was loud. Anger boiled inside of me.

"I'm not a child, Master Kenobi."

"Things are always so tricky with you. I can't even begin to…" he pressed his temples, broad shoulders clenching. "Let's say goodnight and be done with this."

I tried to calm down.

"Accept my thanks, Obi-Wan. You deserve that much.”

"Well, I'm not refusing it. But it's misplaced."

I stared at him, my hands tight in grips, my breath hard. He drove me so mad.

"I already thanked Padmé if that's what you're worried about."

"I never said…"

"And you are here."

He blinked.

"Because I need to protect you. So you are not taken again."

He said it in an indifferent tone that almost hurt. Almost.

"Oh, I see."

He grunted.

"What now?"

"You think you are the reason they took me."

"Y/N…"

"You feel responsible, don't you, Master Kenobi? I don't need your pity."

"And that isn't enough?" he scowled. Smile lines that I've recognized a little too well.

"What?"

"Isn't it enough that I feel responsible? Of course I do."

There he was again, playing the knight in shining armor. The hero. The honorable soldier.

I took a deep breath, lowering my voice.

"You do realize I was there too, right? That I am responsible for it as well."

"And yet you paid the price for both of us," another harsh response.

"It's over."

"I'm afraid it's only the beginning," he touched his beard, looking back at the dusky horizon.

"You should be worried about you. They already got what they wanted from me."

"I'm not afraid of them," he opened a very ironic smile.

"Well, you should be," I only realized I was crying when his expression dropped to some kind of shock. "I don’t want you to suffer like I did."

Obi-Wan stared at me, his eyes looking beneath my face at my necklace.

"Or anyone else," I added, feeling my face burn.

"I know," he whispered. "And I am onto it. I just dismissed it on the ship because… well, because Anakin is impulsive. If he knew what we know and… he would hunt down Grievous and maybe risk everything."

"I thought you were ashamed," I lied, then sighed. His eyes glistened with acknowledgment. Obi-Wan could sense everything through the Force; lying to him was futile. "I thought you were indifferent."

His lips formed a small, hesitant smile.

"I am not indifferent. Nor will I ever be. At least not to what happened."

"You regret it," it sounded like an accusation. I couldn’t recognize myself.

"I…" he closed his eyes. "That doesn’t matter. Its in the past. And I’ll look into it. So you can stop worrying."

"Promise me you will be careful," I asked. "And inform me of anything you find."

Obi-Wan stared at me for several seconds. His hands came forward, crossing his arms. He glanced at the lake, then his eyes rested on my necklace, but he didn’t mention anything.

"I will, Senator."

And without a single goodbye, he was gone.

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For my beautiful amazing friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know how much you love Darth Maul, I know this has taken longer than expected but I wanted it to be perfect for you & I hope you love it🤍🤍

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Another long rather boring waiting period whilst your Master Obi-Wan Kenobi spent his time discussing the Sith Lords apprentice with the Jedi Council. As a padawan learner it was not something you were overly privy too unless Obi-Wan revealed certain details to you.

You had been rather on the annoyed side as today was your final day of tests before you were to become a Jedi Knight, but as your master always says duty calls and council duty comes first.

You incessantly fiddle with anything you can get your hands on, the clip to your lightsaber , your silky chestnut brown hair, all while deep in thought.

Finally for what seems like a lifetime Obi-wan appears from the grand doors of the council room , as he walks over to you a gentle hand rests on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts and back to reality.

“I sense a disturbance around you young one” his voice mellow, awaiting your response.

“Sorry Master I was just thinking about my tests…”

Before you can finish he cuts off you with his reassuring calm demeanour.

“You have all the time in the galaxy to take these tests but right now we are needed. It appears our old friend Darth Maul has been spotted, Master Yoda wishes us to confirm this.”

Darth Maul, the name sends a cold tingle down your spine. You know he was the one to kill Qui-Gon Jinn and you know deep down it is not the Jedi way to hold grudges yet you feel, even if it was only minuscule that your Master did indeed hold that grudge.

A few rotations later you and Obi-wan find yourselves on Tatooine, sifting through the bustling crowds. The sun blazing down upon you both as you made your way to the small saloon.

“Please do try to keep a low profile young one we are not to draw any attention to ourselves, our presence here may not always be welcomed”

You roll your eyes letting out a small chuckle knowing you would more than likely ignore your masters words and do your own thing. He has often told you how much you remind him of a young Anakin Skywalker.

Time passes yet neither you nor your master sense or see Darth Maul. Yet this odd niggling feeling overcomes you, as if you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end and an alarmed emotion washes over you.

Was it the force or something more sinister?

Or was it just you loosing your mind on this maker forsaken planet of dust balls?

But you could hear it, the ever so faint whisper of the word exquisite almost like a rasping. No matter how hard you try , and by the force you are trying but you can’t seem to block out this whisper. Your heart began to race and that tingling feeling came back, but this was unlike before. No this one was burnt into you. A ghost finger trailing so softly up your arm towards your neck a gentle tug of the necklace you wear with pride.

A quick pinching off your forearm reminds you that your head needs to be on the game and focused. You are looking for Darth Maul, a night brother of Dathomir and a powerful Sith Lord.

But you feel it, you feel him boring into you. You gasp slightly in awe before slowly turning around glowing eyes capture you in what feels like a krykna web. His rich golden yellow eyes illuminate enough of his face covered by the hood of his inky black robes. He is beautiful yet sinister. His gaze upon you, watching you like you are his pray sends a hot flush to your cheeks. Turning to your master Obi-wan is your feeble attempt to break away from him and that smirk forming.

“Master….?” You say your voice in an almost whisper. You look over watching as your master adjusts the hood of his robes.

“I feel it too” he says, one hand placed on his chin as he was surveying the entire saloon. Both of you begin to make haste towards the doorway spotting the cloaked figure running out. But your chase for this mysterious being seems to have come to an abrupt stop. A dead end down an alleyway filled with nothing but a womp rat or two.

Physically you may of been alone but it seems the force was connecting you more and more with the son of Dathomir.

Again those whispers float all around you, sweeping through your very existence, filling your senses. No this must stop. You are soon to be a Jedi Knight and Jedi do not fall for such mind tricks by someone who was seduced to the dark side.In the orange glowing of the sunset you feel the hands of the force pulling you in, closer and closer until in the you make out two shapes, your master and the other one head to toe in black wielding an intimidating red double bladed lightsaber. His crown of horns poking through his hooded cloak.

“Obi-wan Kenobi we meet again” he says,a small sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat before forming up into his Form VI - Niman.

Watching as the two begin to stalk each other, neither backing down. A frustrations starts to bubble up from somewhere deep. Recalling your training and collecting yourself, you run over to the two without a second thought.

As you free your light saber from the clip of the belt cinched around your small waist, igniting the blade an Indigo blue halo forms around you. You block a strike that was headed straight for your master positioning yourself between the two men. As if morphing into one, you and the Sith Lord seem to become connected in ways you can’t begin to fathom. In synchronized movements, you exchange strikes once more. Your sabers collide again and again.

Blocking another blow, your hood falls from your head revealing a beauty Maul has never once witnessed in his life.

Your soft wavy hair gently blowing like delicate wildflowers in a summers evening field. Your pink plump lips pursed in pure concentration, the way your wide innocent eyes stare into his very existence showing no fear.

Almost as if time stopped, everything stood still. Every star planet in the galaxy came to a screeching halt, as the two of you stood there, lightsabers crossed, the red and indigo blades creating quite a stunning contrast as sparks fly.

His rich glowing eyes fixated on you, his heart began to race, the blood pumped through his veins and for a small moment you slit your gaze directly to the terrifying yet handsome Zabrak, your twinkling green eyes meet his red fire observance. That tingling feeling came back and overpowered every sense within you, shooting straight to your core. A feeling of fear yet prurience began rolling over you in waves. It takes you swift and sure. Only the sound of your Master’s voice dragged you back into the reality of the situation.

“I see you have met my Padawan” Obi-wan’s sarcastic tone fills the empty air before he takes on his usual Soresu style.

“Sarna look out!”

Obi-wan screams but to no avail a harsh blow strikes down against your saber causing you to fall back against the warm sandy foundations of Tatooine. Suddenly a dull tight feeling engulfs you. Unmoving with his inspection fully concentrated on you his mouth now cracked into an evil smile, your vision begins to blur, the air slowly being sucked out to you as you desperately claw at your throat in an attempt to yank the ghost hands away from you.

An anguished growl following a heavy thump to the harsh ground, you look over to see Maul clutching his arm, one last time his eyes survey over you, over your body then back to your fetching face.

And then he’s gone.

Instantaneously you find yourself back on Coruscant and back inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Leaving your master with the council you take yourself off to your private quarters in hopes of some relaxation, some time to just cognizant those strange feelings that you’ve had with this Sith Lord.

Your body touched by the blush of the setting sun you lay back onto your bed, your hands restless your mind even more so.

You try and yet you cannot seem to fully let your mind be at peace, your body is full of rage and pent up frustration. Not something a Jedi should be feeling, not that is not allowed however more like something not to be openly discussed, but you are inflamed, your body longing for a release and a release you want him to fulfil, his chiselled handsome face, the feeling of his strong grip.

Your yearning for it- for him.

The wetness between your legs seeping out of your panties. Your pussy is aching. You lay your head back into the softness of your pillows squeezing them shut trying to think of anything to stop the urgency of your throbbing sex.

You feel fingertips achingly slow lightly running down your stomach all the way to your core, rubbing circles against your leather trousers each rub becoming more prominent than the last.

The fear you felt now put to shame by the desire sending shivers all over your body. His voice is back again just like on Tatooine, however this time brimming with sheer lust.

“Ah… the young Padawan… so beautiful so innocent “ he whispers.

You shoot your eyes open frantically darting around your small room, trying to place the voice to his face.

His voice is so regal, so harsh but maker you feel yourself so intrigued by it.

Physically your alone but he is with you somehow connected through the force. Suddenly you throw your hand upto your neck searching for your small pearl necklace your mother gifted you before you were taken to the Jedi Temple. She had always known the force was strong with you.

“Ah ah ah… finally noticed young one?” His voice sniggers coldly.

“Let me give you some advice young one- a Padawan should always be mindful of their surroundings, they should be able to feel when something is a miss..”

“It appears your Master has not naughty you well… Jedi…” he hisses.

“Get out of my head!” You spit sitting up on your bed your hands covering your head trying to ignore his voice and your lust filled thoughts. Your skin is prickling , your pulse quickening.

“Tsk tsk” he croons, almost as if you can feel his lips pressed against your neck and you can’t help by lolling your head back allowing the Sith Lord more access to your sensitive skin.

“But aren’t you curious young one?” His voice so taunting.

The way he manipulates the force to awaken this dark lust within you. The feeling of him gently nipping at your skin , another ghost hand delicately kneading at the soft flesh of your chest.

Before you can form a reply, the smallest of breathy moans leaves your lips. Your breath catches and your nails grip at your linen bed sheets.

“Curious about what?” You huff using all your will to stop this feeling you know is so wrong and goes against everything , the order, what you have dedicated your life to. You try in vain to push him away, yet he’s far too big, too powerful.

His large forearm now bracing your wrists together above your head with one hand, the invisible body over you so heavy you can’t squirm. The other ghost hand palming over your moist entrance pressing firmer as each second goes by.

“Everything” He is so close you feel his hot breath fan over your face.

Your gasps and soft moans are enough for him to continue his unseen exploration of your petite perfect body.

Those ghost fingers pull open at your trousers enough so he has access to your wet pussy he desires, slowly and feather light you feel beautiful pleasure begin to seep through you as he begins to rub your sensitive clit, gentle at first before the pace quickens.

Volts of filthy yearning flow over you in waves , his pace never relenting only becoming quicker.

“More- dont stop… please”

you mewl and moan bucking your hips up so desperately for more of his touch, so desperately wanting to feel his skilled fingers inside of you. Your climax ever so close to spilling out and engulfing your whole body.

“Ah yes. More?” His low sinister chuckle fills the room.

You feel the ghost finger tips slide down your sternum between your breast bone all the way to your centre. His touch is oh so galvanizing.

“Oh you exquisite thing, there is plenty of time for more, but now I have more pressing matters I must attend too”

As quick as it came his touch is now gone. You whine at the loss of his fingers working you so expertly.

The room now suddenly feels so empty and you can’t help but pathetically attempt to cover yourself up.

A racing heart and the bed around you cold in the dark night sky glow and all that is left is the lingering feeling is his large fingers. The feeling of sin gnawing away at you.

Yet you still want more.

Just as you considering finishing the job yourself there's a knock at your door. In panic you collect yourself before answering sheepishly

“Oh, hello Master. What can I do for you?"

Obi-wan scratches at his chin and for a moment and the panic that runs over your body wondering if he picked up on what went on just a few short moments ago is spreading like wild fire.

Raising a brow he drops his hand back to his side "it seems we are needed and will be leaving shortly”.

His tone of voice always has a way to calm you no matter what the situation.

You continue to push the thoughts out of your mind from earlier in the evening and take yourself to the fresher to get ready for the next mission, and for all the stars above you have no idea where you are going or what this mission entails.

From leaving the Jedi Temple , to the ride in the starship to finally landing back on Tatooine, maker you don’t know what it is but you have a strong dislike for this planet. The landing was smooth your master was a good pilot but not as good as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-wan knew the admiration you felt for Anakin. He was proud of you and of Anakin.

“Not a bad landing Master” you chuckle as the hiss of the door opening and the landing pad extends.

Obi-wan simply glances at you and rubs his hand over his chin once more.

“Now now Sarna, please keep your focus. We are to locate Darth Maul and by all means necessary bring him back to Coruscant to face trial”

You nod. “Yes Master” even you are surprised as to how calm you truly are.

“Keep your comms on, we are to meet back here by suns down” Obi-wan instructs you whilst adjusting his hood and departs off into the bustling streets.

For a brief moment you stand there and compose yourself scanning your surrounds until once again that rasping whisper floods your ears.

“Hello exquisite thing. Come to me. We have much to discuss on such little time” his regal commanding voice has you completely following his orders until you find yourself standing in front of a large durasteel door.

A quick whooshing sound and in the shadows you see him, the sight of him stood there now feels rather sinister, his crimson skin decorated with black tattoos , his rich yellow eyes glowing boring into yours. Under his black hooded robes you can make out his horns.

Silence.

That heat pools in your stomach dampening your core once more, yet you stand there as tall as you can trying your upmost best to not let him sense your fears…. And your lust.

“Do I frighten you?”

His rich and regal voice is striking.

Finally you remove your hood revealing your beauty once more to Maul. Standing there he begins to drink in all you have to offer. His eyes gaze up and down your body wrapped in your brown tunic and tight leather trousers.

“I believe you have something that belongs to me, I’m here to take it back and you are to be taken back to Coruscant”

A low rumble chuckle fills the once more silence.

“Young Padawan you may of course have this piece of jewellery back, please step in and I will hand it over to you”

A cruel smirk twists in his face, and those eyes roam over your chest partially peaking out from your tunic.

Slowly you step into the small room, one hand placed firmly on your lightsaber whilst the other twitches at your side. Trying so hard to compose yourself. Finally you stop in the centre of the room.

Maul begins to circle you achingly slow until he stops behind you, so close you can feel his breath fan over you. Your heart races and your core throbs

He leans into you his strong body pushed firmly against your back. You suck in an intake of breathe in the most quiet way you can, your hand still holding your lightsaber, a matter of life and death when you are in such close proximity to a powerful Sith Lord.

“Your thoughts betray you young one”

A raspy whisper in your ear before he gently places his lips on your bare flesh, kissing your neck so featherlight. Once again he manipulates the force and you feel your necklace back in place.

Each beat of your heart becomes louder and louder, faster and faster.

“I know what it is you desire exquisite one”

“And what is that Maul?” You turn around to face him, your pretty green eyes staring straight at him.

Silence.

Neither of you say a word for a few moments.

Maul sighs through his nose and for a brief second looks to the ground before looking back up at you, at your irresistible face and a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his eyes fill with lust.

“This”

Forcefully pushing you against the cold stone wall,he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other gently grabs onto your neck, his hold is robust as he kisses you hard. Your pussy throbs for him. You moan into his kiss, as he slips his tongue into your mouth.

The sound of his deep groans sparks that sweet sinful wetness between your legs once again, and all you crave is , for him to be close to you, on you, inside you.

The friction between your legs burning and burning you desperately pull him closer trying to feel anything you can, Maul senses this and presses into you even closer. You can feel the thick hardening of his cock straining against his trousers , against you. Your wet pussy is so needy for him and he knows this.

Oh stars you are fucking craving this.

Breaking away from the hot and heavy kiss, you rip at his own dark tunic pulling it and throwing to the other end of the room. His body is so toned so fucking sexy, filled with those black tattoos you can’t help but admire. You bite your bottom lip looking the Sith Lord directly in his eyes with an innocence he has such a need to destroy, and for a minuscule of a second you see a softness wash over his features, before he lunges back at you so desperate to feel you again.

Grinding against you hard, pushing into you he makes quick work of removing all of your clothing revealing your delicate olive skin, your small chest falls from your bra. If weren’t listening you would of almost missed his gasping as his eyes drink in your naked body.

He slowly gets onto his knees , his mouth devastatingly close to your glistening pussy, he is fixated on what he sees in front of him , his hands trailing over every inch of you, worshipping your body like a serene goddess.

“Open your legs” he commands in a voice you dare not to disobey.

And you do, you spread your legs wide and throw your head back against the wall as he begins to feast on you, like a man starved. His tongue working with such authority such virtuoso, lapping up your sweet juices. You whimper and moan as he sucks on your clit.

Sucking , biting and licking at your soaking pussy he does not stop he keeps going and going , his tongue begins fucking you while one hand works your overly sensitive clit you can feel the build up of your orgasm nearing. His moans of praise pushing you even further

“Ohhh - Maul yes I’m going to-“

He slows his tongue down and looks up at you placing a gentle wet kiss over your slit.

“Shhh I know” he hushes and with that slides two large fingers inside you pumping them in and out at a furious pace all whilst he suck’s on your clit.

“Mmm good girl you taste as exquisite as you look ”

Your body simply cannot stand it and you come undone. An overwhelming white hot sensation engulfs you. Shaking and sobbing with such beautiful rapture. You run your hands delicately over those sharp horns and pull him up to face you. That smirk is there yet not sinister more sensual.

Laying back into the small makeshift bed your hair splayed out , your perfect body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat unable to take your eyes off this incredible Zabrak you open your legs enough to allow him the access you are so thirsting for.

“Do you want this exquisite one?” His voice laced in passion.

You can only whimper out a shakey “yes” before you feel him sinking balls deep into you. Your arms tangle around each other , his pace slow, gentle allowing you to adjust to his immense size, you feel every rib, every vein as his pace picks up.

“Good girl you look ever so good beneath me”

“I am the only one who will fuck you like this exquisite one…” his regal voice continues to send that shiver down your spine.

“Mmmm Maul- ohh yes it’s only you”

Your needy whines and whimpers fuel his furious pounding into you.

Maul yanks your legs placing them up and onto his shoulders allowing him to reach into you even deeper.

He peppers your ankles with silky kisses before continuing his sedulous fucking.

He groans and starts to fuck you harder and harder, it feels so right yet so wrong at the same time. You feel a shadow of darkness engulf you if only for a brief movement. Looking up at him through your sex- drunk eyes you see him so close to his peak , he looks so beautiful his eyes begin to flutter as his pace falters you can feel him loosing control deep inside you. Wet erotic sounds of passionate yet filthy love making fill the air , your orgasm teetering so close to erupting out of you.

You pull him into you as he kisses and bites at your neck groaning lewd praises his hands firmly grabbing the soft flesh of hips, his guttural growls and his relentless fucking of your cunt sends you over the edge.

Crying out in sheer bliss you , you whine so pathetically for him coating his throbbing monstrous cock in your creamy cum. His arms never leave your shaking breathless body while his hips buck even harder into you splitting you in two.

“Ohhh Maul- yes oh stars don’t stop”

One final harsh thrust he groans and curses in his native tongue coating your sweet tight insides full of his seed. The sweet ache of him stretching you releasing himself within you, his burning hot skin against yours, his firm hold on you and his tender kisses in the crook of your neck sends a lightening bolt of white hot pleasure flowing throughout you, your pussy milking his perfect cock for as much as you can get. His warm cum drips out of your ruined pussy, slowly running down your thighs.

Laying by your side Maul gently rubs his fingers over your slit catching the cum as falls out of you. Watching your every move.

That dark sinister smile beaming at you as he plays with a sensitive nipple slowly rubbing both his and your release smoothly over your tits. Turning your head slightly looking at him with wide eyes blown with lust he places his sticky thumb onto your swollen lips , without hesitation you gently part your lips, sucking the sweet and tangy juices off of his thumb ever so divinely.

His eyes so smug, he can sense your thoughts.

“Mmm I believe you want more- yes?”

Running his fingers up the side of your thigh with his free hand, nails digging into your flesh, the sight of you pleading so desperate, he adores this. He takes such pleasure from this.

So achingly slow he slides two fingers inside you, your cum filled pussy taking his fingers easily, gasping as he enters you.

“Maul…” you sigh closing your eyes biting at your bottom lip trying to control the moans that are so close to spilling out of your mouth.

Taking him by surprise you grab his throbbing length and begin to pump him fast driving him crazy.

He growls at your touch and uses his free hand to take a fistful of your hair, and pulls your to face him. He wants to watch you come undone once more for him, to watch your beautiful face contort in the pleasure he brings you. Again and again his two fingers explore inside you until he finds that sweet sensitive spongy spongy spot that sends jolting piercing pleasure throughout you once more.

Your walls clench around his fingers as the intensity of your third orgasm rips through you. You work in sync with him pumping him tighter and faster until his cock twitches squirting thick ropes of warm cum over your hand and thigh.

He curses, removing himself from your grip to run his fingers down the side of your face.

Your soft sobs of dizzy gratification slowly begin to fade away as you steady your breathing. You feel a soft kiss upon your temple and for a moment the only sounds in the room are your breathing in unison.

“Exquisite one are you - … did I hurt you?” Suddenly realising how fragile you are laid under him.

Stuttering your words you can only muster a quiet “no”

Maul slowly pulls away from you to place his robe over the both of you as lays at your side gently holding you, a sense of calm and peace rush over you and you melt into his strong arms, drawling circles into his biceps with your fingers. The silence is just beautiful right now. You turn around to face him placing a gentle and upon his cheek, he slightly flinches at your touch but slowly he weakens and relaxes feeling your delicate hand so kindly caressing his face.

As a Sith Lord showing this affection it is weak, he could easily strike you down here and now yet he chooses to hold you, to make you feel alive yet deep down you know how wrong this is, and in this succulent moment you don’t even hear the door whoosh open.

“Sarna….” The disappoint in your Masters voice falls heavy on you, it feels like your heart is breaking.

Obi-wan stands there his face completely and utterly dismayed. Pure incandescent rage seeps into his blue eyes which bore into the sight of his Padawan, in the arms of a Sith Lord. His fingers twitch at the side of his lightsaber.

“Jedi..” Maul growls his wrath causes him to push his arm across as if you protect you from the galaxy and the evil within it.

“Let”

“Her”

“Go”

“Or this time I really will kill you Maul”

“Master! Please let me explain!” You beg and bundle past Maul in great need of trying to unravel this mess you have gotten yourself in.

It only takes you mere seconds to pull your clothing back on and race to your masters side.

“Leave… now!” Obi-wans stern voice brings you to shame , you turn to face Maul and voice a soft thank you before scuttling out of the room with your head hanging low.

The distant sound of a lightsabers clashing between your master and your unexpected lover cause nothing but affliction , your connection to the force seems so lost.

Then no more sounds spill out of the small room you and Maul had such intoxicating love making in, just silence. Deadly silence , in the distance you see a small starship zoom off into the distant sky and all you can think is thank the maker Maul is alive.

For what seems like several rotations your Master finally steps outside, glancing over at you scrutinising you before he finally speaks.

“We are to head back to Coruscant with immediate effect”

“We will speak of this to no-one , do you understand me?”

Not once have you felt Obi-wan so disenchanted. He cannot even look at you. The ride back is quiet, uncomfortable. You keep your fingers wrapped around your necklace the only thing that seems to be able to comfort you.

As soon as you touch down on Coruscant Obi-wan heads straight to the Jedi Council, your heart plummets and your stomach forms knots one cannot comprehend, you take the time to head to the gardens to mediate to try and dilute yourself. Feeling a strong presence behind you, a calm one…. Your Master.

“I have failed you Sarna”

“Just like I failed my own Master…-“ his voice trails off slightly before he regains his composure.

You blink back stinging tears, a your breathe out a deep sigh.

“You have not failed me Master, it is I who has failed you. Am I to leave the order?”

The tears glisten as they begin to fall down your rosy cheeks. Obi-wan catches sight of this and sits down next to placing his hand upon your forearm , his blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow of the setting sun.

“No my child you are staying right here, the force is strong with you and I have petitioned to the council for your tests, they take place next week, and even though I have not prepared for you this and I can only but apologise.”

“ You will become a fine Jedi Knight Sarna”

His smile brings warmth to your heart.

And with that you are left alone with your thoughts, making your way back to your quarters, you can feel him ever so slightly his regal voice whispering and repeating the same two words.

“Exquisite one”

Once back within the safety of your room you sit there dazed , confused, and that familiar heat building up in your core once more. Again your Sith lover manipulates the force and you feel ghost fingers trailing up your spine to nape of your neck.

A set of lips placing fine touch kisses down your throat. It takes much out of you but fight and fight his voice his touch. To remove them from your mind, from your body.

“Do you no longer like when I touch you?” His voice once more taunting you.

Silence.

“ Why have you forsaken me young one?” His voice cold yet you are sure there is a hint of sadness floating around in there.

“You are a Sith Lord Maul, you have been tempted and fallen to the dark side. You are weak yet you believe you are strong. You will forever be forsaken in my eyes and the eyes of many” your words strike him deeper then he could ever imagine.

Your eyes fill with tears once more, a lump in your throat forms and it becomes so difficult to swallow, your heart feels sorrow. Standing in front of the mirror in your room you brush over the bruises and bites left only a day ago, by someone you never thought would take ahold of your heart in such a profound way.

“Why do you weep?” His rich , regal voice you’ve grown fond of is so gentle tugging at the strings of your heart.

“Leave me!” You snap turning away to face your small window, gazing out on the neon glowing night of Coruscant.

“I am unable to ever hear your voice again, to ever see your face unless to bring you to justice for the crimes you have committed. The Sith cannot be allowed to resurface”

“Now go Maul” the way you brush him off so nonchalantly breaks your heart piece by piece.

For a very brief moment you can feel his pain, his anger seething inside of him burns into your veins your very existence.

The wretched hollow ache you feel causes you to howl out a mix of cries and curses. You hold onto the small necklace you dote on so deeply , turning back to the mirror once more, your eyes judge over the feeble mess you have now become. The tears stream down your face, the saltiness tainting your lips, settling on your tongue. You hold yourself with your arms repeating the same words over and over.

“I will not be tempted”.

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I Missed You

Obi Wan Kenobi x Old Friend Reader

Summary: seeing you again brings back the spark he lost

Warning: Bold = Lyrics

3rd person pov

His nose crinkled as he entered the full downtown club taking off the hood of his cloak, his eyes grazing over the crowd of people looking for the person he was sent for.

The bartender caught his eye as he waved kenobi over, obi wan weaved through the crowd making his way to the counter "the person you were looking for left you this" the bartender handed him a folded note before leaving to tend other customers.

Kenobi looked at the small note before opening and reading its contents 'couldn't make it but enjoy the show' Kenobis brows crinkled in confusion 'what show'.

I don't wanna go But baby, we both know This is not our time It's time to say goodbye

His heart stopped when he heard that voice, the people around him burst into cheers 'no it can't be' his mind trying to come up with every possible thing to say it wasn't true it couldn't be.

Until we meet again 'Cause this is not the end It will come a day When we will find our way

His eyes moved to the red curtains on the stage which slowly opened to reveal the truth, his eyes widened as he saw you more beautiful then ever.

Violins playin' and the angels cryin' When the stars align, then I'll be there

He watched as you moved lightly on the stage, your angelic voice capturing him in a daze he didn't even realize he was moving to the stage intill he was right infront of it.

Your eyes met his and you sent him a seductive wink which made him blush as you sang infront of him, your usals throwing money at you as you walked past.

It's been about 12 years since the last time you saw him after the order made him choose between them and you but sadly he choose them.

No, I don't care about them all 'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

He was still stunned that you were here he always thought you would be somewhere nice but nothing like this.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

When he finally regained consciences he started to listen to you to the lyrics.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo I'm letting my hair down

Were you talking about him, no you couldn't be, he watched you carefully and how your eyes always drift to him, your eyes would lock for a quick second before you look away.

I'm takin' it cool You got my heart in your hand Don't lose it, my friend It's all that I got

He shifted his stance as more people pushed forward to see you and a familiar feeling started to arise in his chest

Violins playin' and the angels cryin' When the stars align, then I'll be there No, I don't care about them all

He felt almost jealous that these people got to listen to your beautiful voice for days and he only found you today, but then another feeling started to rise.

Could he get another chance would you forgive him and take him back, he shook his head why would you he left you.

'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

He moved his gaze to the floor his sadness that he's pushed down for so long finally showing, he should've chosen you.

A faint smile pasted on his lips as he began to think about if he did choose you instead of the order.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

Would you have the kids you wanted or still traveling the galaxy like you both always planned, he always wanted a nice cottage far from any civilization so it could just be you and him with a little family.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about them all 'Cause all I want is to be loved And all I care about is you

His heart started to beat faster and his hands became a tad bit sweaty he was debating two things, that he was gonna ask you out to see if he can rekindle the love you once shared or he would leave and never look back.

His mind was clouded with thoughts but when his gaze shifted to you they all disappeared he never forget a single thing about you, everything about you was engraved in his mind, your smile, they way you smell or even how you like your coffee.

He even mistakenly makes it your way then his own well he kinda perfers your way to his but he'll never admit that.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo No, I don't care about the pain I'll walk through fire and through rain Just to get closer to you

Your eyes met again but this time neither one of you looked away, he could see that the light inside you has changed, when he was there you were bright and bubblely with stars in your eyes but now there's only a light shimmer

You're stuck on me like a tattoo All I care about is love Oh, oh, oh All I care about is love

His heart clenched as he watched you slowly move backwards as the music slowly started to become low and like a flash the curtains closed.

Does he have the courage to go after you or is he gonna be a coward like he was when he chose the order instead of you.

You're stuck on me like a tattoo

[jellyfishsthings]

Warnings: this is going to be a multi part series and it's going to be angsty cause I am in my feels. Female reader, Padmé and Anakin were together but had a healthy break up, Jedi reader so forbidden love

This story takes plays in Clone Wars yet many events have been changed (like the meeting of Ashoka and Anakin... don't worry the sibling energy is still there.)

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I head towards my room. The walk there feels like an eternity. When I finally reach the familiar doors, I slip inside. I remove the damned dress haphazardly as I head towards the shower. I let the cold water envelop me, trying to remove the tension from my shoulders since my usual scalding hot shower routine will not calm me.

After a while, I got out and dressed myself in a long T-shirt and tucked myself under the heavy duvet. My eyes flutter close, exhaustion taking over my senses despite my nap on the ship that was rudely interrupted. Yet, my mind is clouded. Padmé's words resurfaced. "You are made for each other." Yeah sure… as much as I want it to be true, there is no way there is no chance for the two of us. And so I will myself to sleep, and I let myself dream of what we could be.

I dream of him.

Dawn finds me still in my bed for the first time in forever. Today is what I call a "slow" day because I don't have to do anything. So I bury myself under the comfort of my pillow and my comforter, and I stay there for at least one more hour, doing absolutely nothing. Yet my body craves movement, and I can't stay still anymore. I throw on my robes and head towards the cafeteria, where chaos erupts.

"But Master-" a young feminine voice calls and is interrupted by a much louder one.

"I am not your Master, girlie. There has to be some kind of mistake." Anakin's voice booms and echoes through the hall. Causing laughter from all the other current residents of the Temple.

"What is happening? " I whisper to Obi-Wan as I enter the room.

"Anakin has a Padawan. A much… stubborn one." He says, chuckling.

A young girl stands across from my friend with arms crossed and a scowl. Anakin wears a similar stance and expression. I calmly get closer to them.

"Ani. Won't you introduce me to your friend?"

He draws an annoyed breath, trying to maintain his composure.

"My name is Ashoka."

"Nice to meet you, Ashoka. Were you shown your room yet, and your new clothes?"

"No, because skyguy over here …"

"Don't call me that." Anakin snaps, and I try to stifle a laugh. "Not you, too."

"She's funny."

"She's overly sarcastic, mean, arrogant and… why are you smiling like that?"

"Oh, how the tables turn."

"What do you - No."

"Oh yes." I say and smirk at him, waiting for his response. It never comes, at least not directly.

"Come on, Snips. Let's have a tour of the Temple." He says with an exaggerated sigh. And I beam at the nickname Snips. He is already invested even if he shows clear dislike to her … for now. I wink at the young Padawan, and she smiles at me as they leave the room.

I find Obi-Wan slacking at the corner table, watching me with a knowing smile. I serve some French toast on a tray, and I join him. A comfortable silence enveloped us as we ate.

"May I ask you something?" He says after a while.

"Of course Master Kenobi."

"Drop the formalities, firecracker. Will you join me in the meditation ring? I am afraid my usual partner is rather occupied. "

"Of course."

And so we leave our trays in the washing compartment, and head towards the meditation ring. Our outer robes are removed as we sit across each other, and we cross our legs, placing our hands above our knees facing upwards and straightening our backs. Our eyes flutter close as we let ourselves delve into the Force; we let our spirits travel miles and miles away. Soon, I feel something resisting my mind's borders, trying to slip inside, and I gently push it back. This goes back and forth for a while, and Obi-Wan is a great opponent in this as it turns out. We are both out of breath and sweat collects above my brows.

"The Force is strong with you. You have great power in you, and you use it wisely. Your constraint and maturity proceeds your age. "

"Thank you, Master."

"Yet you wear your emotions, much like Anakin. Especially with Anakin."

"Well, of course, he is my friend."

"That is not what I mean, and you know it. I have raised you both. I know what I see. Your feelings for each other are obvious, at least to me. The council forbids any kind of attachment." He says calmly. "I think they are wrong. Attachment is what makes us stronger; it is what gives us hope."

"You mean -"

"I do not think anything, kiddo. You are too smart for your own good. I have faith that you will figure it out. And dismiss any thoughts of leaving the Order; he is not complete without you."

I stayed still in my place, baffled at his words, as he kindly smiled at me and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

My thoughts are tangled knots for the rest of the day. Every loose string I find makes the mess even more complicated. Every task I try to do is left unfinished, I give up on the thought of a productive day, leaving reports unread on my desk and I head towards the training room.

I hijacked the sound system of the room and I put my one and most prized possession into the old pick up I once found on a black market. Loud music fills the room and I head towards the center of the arena. I position myself in a fighting stance and I let my body get lost in the music as I repeat fighting routines. Hours could have past or mere minutes before a small body appears next to me trying to copy me. I flinch as she gets close to a striking distance.

"You are awesome. Why can't you be my Master and not Sir Grumpypants?"

"I wouldn't know Ashoka."

"Master speaks very highly of you."

"Ashoka what the hell are you doing?" Anakin yells as he lets the doors slam behind him. I roll my eyes at his dramatic entrance and his antics. "Go back to your room."

"But you said-"

"Now. I won't say this twice." And so Ashoka leaves with a long, suffering sigh. After she is out of the doors I turn towards my friend.

"You didn't have to be so stern with her."

"Don't criticize me." He buries his hand in his hair, tugging at the roots as he whispers. "What am I supposed to do? She is just a child and I have to turn her into a warrior? The war is raging and-"

"Breathe. Just breathe." I say as I encircle him with my arms, hugging him tightly trying to calm his panicked breathing.

"I can't do it. I won't." He mutters over and over as tears slip down his face.

"You can and you will. You have to."

"I know." His lips move against the skin of my neck, forming the words but never saying them out loud. "You will help right? I am so lost."

"Yeah, this is what friends are for."

"Yeah, friends." He repeats sadly.

Friends. The sound of it is bitter and it sits badly at our tongues, since we are both too afraid to face the truth.

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[aliceparrilla18]

Home (is wherever I'm with you)

Prompt "15. If you don't know where to go, you can always come here" by @creativepromptsforwriting which you can find right here.

Posted also on ao3!

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Cody was on his way to his room after checking on the troopers when he saw Obi-Wan. The other man didn't notice him, too deep in his own thoughts, and, unaware of being watched, continued to slowly walk down the hall. It was already very late and he should have been sleeping instead of wandering aimlessly around the ship.

Cody sighed. He knew what day it was.

The anniversary of the death of Kenobi’s master.

He didn't get to meet Qui-Gon Jinn, and Obi-Wan rarely mentioned him, but Cody knew that even though their relationship wasn't the easiest, his General was deeply affected by his master's death and never truly stopped blaming himself for it.

Cody knew his General well enough to be sure that whatever happened, he had done absolutely everything in his power to prevent it. There was no doubt in his mind about that.

Only it wasn't enough. Not today.

Cody slowly approached Obi-Wan, taking loud steps so as not to scare him by sneaking up. When he finally noticed him, Obi-Wan smiled softly at Cody. His back was slightly hunched and his shoulders were slumped as if the weight he was carrying on them was threatening to drag him down, and his eyes lacked their usual spark. He was clearly tired.

“Hello, Cody,” he said. “What are you doing here at this hour?”

“I could ask you the same question.” Cody smiled sympathetically as he watched Obi-Wan desperately try to hold back a yawn. “Why aren't you in your quarters? It's late. You should be resting.”

Obi-Wan looked down and started playing with the sleeve of his tunic, making himself look like a child.

“I can’t sleep”, he answered with what Cody knew was honesty. “My quarters are painfully too quiet today.”

Cody felt a pang of guilt in his chest. His duties had kept him busy throughout the day, so much so that he had no time for Obi-Wan. He knew it wasn't his fault - he was a commander, the General's second hand, and he had plenty of things to do.

This logic, however, could not drown out the thought that on a day like this Cody had left Obi-Wan completely alone with his pain and grief. On a day like this, Cody should have been by his side to share this grief and offer some much-needed comfort.

Cody grabbed Obi-Wan’s hand.

“Come with me,” he said. He didn’t say anything else, and Obi-Wan didn’t ask, he just let Cody lead him.

The Negotiator's corridors were almost empty, only a few troopers from the night watch passed them along the way. Cody held Obi-Wan's warm hand firmly in his. He really didn't care if anyone was watching them. He didn't want to pretend anything. He didn't want to hide. The war had proven to him too many times already that life was too short for such things.

When they got to his quarters, Cody opened the door and dragged Obi-Wan inside with him. He looked at the other man and squeezed his hand.

“How about you go to bed and I'll make you some tea?” He always kept a box of Kenobi's favorite tea in the cupboard just for occasions like this, although he wished they could drink it under other, better circumstances.

Obi-Wan gave him a tired smile and squeezed his hand back.

“Okay,” he nodded in agreement and walked away.

While waiting for the water to boil, Cody removed his armor and placed it neatly in its usual place. By the time he had changed into much more comfortable sleeping clothes, the tea was ready. He took the cup in both hands, careful not to burn himself, and went to his microscopic bedroom.

Obi-Wan was laying on the bed, wrapped in Cody's blanket up to the tip of his nose. He wasn't asleep yet. Cody sat down next to him on the bed and handed him a steaming mug.

“Here, have a drink.”

“Thank you, dear.”

After taking a few sips, Obi-Wan placed the cup on the nightstand and moved closer to Cody. Cody lay down on the bed, getting comfortable on the pillows, and allowed Obi-Wan to partially lie on top of him. Obi-Wan buried his face in the crook of his neck and placed a hand on his chest to feel the beating of his heart.

“I'm sorry I wasn't there for you today,” Cody said, wrapping his arms around Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan's hair tickled his chin as he shook his head.

“It’s not your fault, Cody.”

“Still. I know it's been hard for you today. I wanted to be there for you.”

“I know and I appreciate it. I'm glad to be here with you now.”

Cody looked around the room, where the only source of light was a lamp on a small desk in the corner. His quarters were small, but he was lucky to have them at all. If he weren't a commander, he would be sleeping in one room with his brothers. Not that he minded much. Obi-Wan's quarters were in a different part of the ship. They normally slept far apart.

In a perfect world, they could live together and wake up next to each other every morning.

But the world wasn't perfect, at least not yet, and until the war was over, what they had would have to be enough - stolen, little moments in Cody's too-small bedroom.

“You know,” Cody ran his fingers through Obi-Wan's soft hair. “When something happens, anything, when you ever need me and I'm not around... If you don't know where to go, you can always come here. For me, this place is the closest thing to "home" and I want it to be your safe place.” At least until we can build our own home together, went unsaid.

He felt Obi-Wan move and looked down to meet his gaze. His blue eyes were still filled with sadness, but in the dim light Cody could also see gratitude in them, and something much more precious, that not so long ago he would never even dare to dream could be his.

Obi-Wan leaned down and placed his warm, soft lips against Cody's in a most tender kiss. Cody closed his eyes, kissing back, and placed his hand on Obi-Wan’s cheek, gently stroking his skin with his thumb.

When they pulled apart, Obi-Wan snuggled back into Cody, and Cody rolled over so he could hold him even closer.

A comfortable silence fell between them. Cody knew that if Obi-Wan wanted to talk, he would. For now, they could lie in each other's embrace.

It was all they both needed.

[lazinesswrites]

I should've been working on my thesis today, but instead I've been thinking about clones. I did also work on my thesis just not as much as I probably should have.

I finally reached the part of Clone Wars where the Bad Batch are introduced and watched it twice and I have some Thoughts. Since you all seemed to like my May 4th post (seriously, it's still getting new notes every day, what's with that? - not a complaint) I figured I'd share.

I will warn you right now: It may become clear in this post that I'm studying Communication, and also that I find Words and How People Use Them really interesting.

So. Okay. We all like Cody, right? He's a good guy. He spends a lot of time with Kenobi, and also Skywalker, so some snark is to be expected, but over all he seems like a nice guy (not to be mistaken for a Nice Guy TM, which is something completely different and not actually very nice at all). It's also made clear that he's worked with the Batch several times before, and that the Batch all seem to like him well enough, for a reg, anyway.

Cody introduces the Batch to Rex as "defective clones, with... desirable mutations". Defective. From a guy who seems to at least respect them, and have earned their respect in turn.

It makes me wonder... How often have the Batch heard that word? How many times have they been called something even worse? Sure, they weren't around to overhear it this time, but that doesn't mean aren't sometimes, or that other people won't say it to their faces.

And what almost makes it worse is, I don't think Cody meant anything bad by it. It wasn't an insult, just a word, a fact - a way to describe them that Rex would understand. An Rex probably doesn't see it as an insult to them either; a cause for concern, maybe, but not too bad, because Cody clearly trusts them to get this job done. And Rex seems to respect 99, too; another 'defective' clone (see his comment about naming them Cloneforce 99 'a nice touch') (idr if Cody is ever seen interacting with 99 or talking about him or giving away an opinion one way or another, but probably he liked 99 just fine too).

What I'm getting at is... Just because Cody and Rex don't use 'defective' as an insult, that doesn't change the fact that it is a negatively charged word, especially when directed at clones, who are people, but often treated more like droids; where defect means damaged, means not worth it, means decommissioned, means dead, in one way or another. And the fact that the word is so commonplace that good guys like Rex and Cody use it so flippantly... That must be really fucking hard, to live with that moniker hanging over your heads all the time, no matter how good you are at what you do (A 100% success rate doesn't happen accidentally - that's what happens when you can't afford to be anything less than perfect). No wonder they try to turn it around; wear it like armor: Yeah, we're a "bad batch" but we're still here.

Honestly, "regs" seems kind in comparison.

[hetalianskywalker]

Day 11: To Swim With A Siren

Pairing: Siren Waxer x Pirate Reader

Summary: Your siren boyfriend asks you to come for a swim.

Author’s Note: Commander Cody is definitely grumbling about having a credit for each time one of his men fell in love with a pirate. And while he would only have two credits, it’s weird it happened twice. 😂

Warnings: Sirens drowning people like in old folklore is mentioned. I think that is it.

Word Count: 869

Prompt: “It’s sweltering today,” the mermaid/man said, fins creating a little wake in the water as they swished back and forth along the side of the ship. “The sun must really beat down up there. Especially when you’re at the helm steering all day.”

The pirate propped one boot heavily atop the bulkhead, leaning one elbow on their knee to peer over the edge and into the siren’s sea foam eyes. “You know if you want me to go swimming with you, you really need to confirm whether or not you plan to drown me.”

Short Prompt # 19 by thepenultimateword

You know today is going to be a good day when you hear soft singing in the morning. It stops as you get out of bed. Quickly, you turn to look out your port hole to catch the last wisp of an orange and white fin.

You race for the deck and lean over the railing, but you're surprised to see he’s not there. You frown down at the water. You couldn’t have imagined that right?

“Waxer?” You call out at the open sea. Oh your crew is definitely going to tease you later. You are so head over heels you were losing your damn mind. You groan, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Everything alright love?” You blink before being met with the bright smile of your siren. The sharp teeth and claws don’t phase you as you arch a playful eyebrow down at him.

“Fine, now. Where were you?”

“Making sure your crew don’t bother us for a little while.” Waxer smiles sheepishly up at you. You had been so excited to see him that you now notice how eerily quiet it was for this late in the morning.

“Waxer…” You say, with a mix of a groan and a laugh.

“Most of your men wanted to sleep anyway so it was just a gentle nudge. I think you’ve been overworking them on the last few heists.” You immediately roll your eyes; more like your men had a bit too much to drink last night.

“Speaking of overworking, how is General Kenobi?” You had met the sarcastic Jedi General after getting screwed over in a deal with Hondo Ohnaka; specifically, the other pirate captain had left you to deal with Republic fallout. Thankfully, Grievous had decided to try and attack Kenobi again. After fighting your way out, you kept running into the 212th on the high seas. The Jedi always looked more tired every time you saw him, but he oddly seemed fairly happy to see whenever you crossed paths. You burst out laughing when Waxer told you it was partly because he was thankful to get a break from Hondo.

“He’s…” Waxer frowns for a second. “He’s doing okay. The war is taking its toll on everyone.” You are both silent for a long moment then it finally dawns on you: why the kriff was he alone out here?

“So where is he and the 212th?” You tease, trying to lighten the mood. “Boil is going to rant at both of us if you snuck off.” He laughs softly and points to a speck in the distance.

“I got permission. Don’t worry.” He grins up at you. “But Boil is probably going to rant at us either way.”

“He really doesn’t like me huh?” The other Mer clone couldn’t seem to stand you, but you knew he was just being protective of his brother.

“Not at all.” Waxer laughs; his tail happily flicking around in the water. You close your eyes a second and savor that sound. Sadly, all good things must come to an end.

“As much as I want to flirt with you the whole day, you mind waking up my crew?”

“As you wish.” You watch him vanish under the water before as soft song hits the air.

Your crew knew immediately who was lurking in the water when they saw how good of a mood you were in. You would pay for it tonight though when they all called you lovesick.

For a few hours, Waxer remains out of sight with only the occasional melody to remind you he’s still around. You stand at the helm steering the ship in the hot sun and the heat just continues to climb as time passes. Eventually, you pass the job off to your first mate for a breather.

“It’s sweltering today,” Waxer said, orange and white fins creating a little wake in the water as they swish back and forth along the side of the ship. “The sun must really beat down up there. Especially when you’re at the helm steering all day.”

You prop one boot heavily atop the bulkhead, leaning one elbow on your knee to peer over the edge and into the siren’s brown eyes.

“You know if you want me to go swimming with you, you really need to confirm whether or not you plan to drown me.” You tease, knowing full well Waxer is one of the kindest souls you know. You trust he would never do that to you.

“Now why would I drown my future riduur?” The truthfulness makes your face immediately heat up.

“You win.” You set your hat, jacket, and boots to the side before diving into the water. Waxer immediately wraps you in a hug with his tail twisting around you when you breach the surface. You joyfully laugh, resting your arms around his neck.

“I missed you, Waxer.” You lean your forehead against his.

“I missed you, too.” He then grins playfully up at you. “Let’s have some fun before my ride gets here hm?” He pulls you in for a soft kiss, blocking out the world. As the Negotiator got closer, you and Waxer were going to make your time together count.

[melanie-ohara]

I'm Not Here Looking For Absolution

Whumpuary2024, Day 13 - Prompt: "I didn't know where else to go."

Bo-Katan can't face the throne room today

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Bo-Katan touched down neatly at the top of the wide stone steps that led to the mouth of the Great Forge and stepped through the archway into the cavernous space. While she would normally remove her helmet immediately after landing, she kept it on as she approached the Armorer as a sign of respect. It hid her surprise when she saw pale green armour instead of red and gold.

"Mand'alor," the woman in front of her said, too stunned by her presence to salute for a moment. 

"Mand'alor," a second voice echoed, and Bo-Katan turned to see more mandalorians clap their fists to their armour in salute. 

It had been a long time since she had last visited, and what had been a single forge now had several other, smaller stations burning around the cavern. Each one was tended by a mandalorian, though not all wore helmets.

"At ease," she managed to say eventually, still scanning the helmets for the one she recognised. Finally, she spotted her - resplendent in dark red beskar and gold helmet, making her way casually towards her. 

"Armorer," she greeted, with a polite tilt of her head. 

Silently, she looked her up and down and then clapped her hands together to draw the attention of the apprentices. 

"Leave us," she instructed. There was a clatter as the mandalorians laid down their tools, and then they filed out until only Bo-Katan and the Armorer remained. 

"I didn't know you had taken on apprentices," Bo-Katan commented. 

The armorer turned to walk back to the central forge and Bo-Katan fell into step at her side. 

"Every city we reclaim, every settlement we found - all of the will require an armourer," she said proudly. 

Bo-Katan wished she had a fraction of her optimism. "Indeed," was all she said. 

The Armorer picked up her tools and returned to the smelter, where she was melting down and purifying beskar ore recovered from the armour of the Imperial Remnant troopers. Bo-Katan watched with her hands tucked behind her back. It felt right to be there. To witness the reclamation of something so important to her world.

"You may remove your helmet, Mand'alor," the Armorer said. "You need not wear it on my account."

Bo-Katan hesitated for a moment - she knew how tired she looked - but took it off and tucked it under her arm. The Armorer had no comment on her appearance, but Bo-Katan could feel her looking at the bags under her eyes even through her visor. 

"Have you come about your armour?" 

Bo-Katan frowned. "Is there something wrong with it?"

The Armorer paused. "Historically," she said, "the Mand'alor reforged their armour upon claiming the throne, to reflect their station."

Bo-Katan took an involuntary step back. Her armour had been with her since she was old enough to wear it, and the only changes it had experienced were changes in signet - Death Watch to Nite Owl to Mythosaur. The idea of watching it melt to nothing before her eyes was abhorent. 

"No," she said. "No, I haven't."

"You are meant to be in the throne room, to hear petitions," the Armorer observed. From someone else it might have felt like an accusation.

Bo-Katan shook her head. "I can't stand to be in there. Not today. To be honest, I didn't know where else to go." She laid her helmet down on a tool bench and perched against the edge of it with her arms folded. "Everywhere I look, I see the tragedy of our past. Pre Viszla, Maul, my sister…" she trailed off, remembering that night. Remembering Obi-Wan Kenobi stepping aboard his ship, lit by fire, and telling her he was so sorry. She shook herself. "And then the Empire. Saxon, Gideon, the bombing. My own failures."

The Armorer carefully poured molten beskar into ingot molds. "More mandalorians fell defending this forge than anywhere else," she pointed out. 

"The heart of our world," Bo-Katan mused. "It was the first place we fell back to, when Maul claimed the throne." Casually, she unfolded her arms and moved her hands to the edge of the tool bench so one of them was close to her helmet. "I've never asked," she said, "but those spikes you wear…"

The Armorer stopped what she was doing and visibly tensed. "Did you come here for a fight?" she asked. 

"Would that achieve anything?"

Slowly, she lowered the tongs she was holding and turned to face her. "I was too young at the time," she said. "My father took me to Concordia, but my mother stayed. When she was killed, I added the zabrak horns to my helmet to honour her."

Bo-Katan considered for a moment. There weren't many of Maul's servants left now: many had died in the Republic assault, and those that survived had been taken into custody by the clones or executed by the mandalorians. In all the chaos that followed, it would be impossible to verify her story.

"I thought you were older," she said at last.

"No, just wiser," the Armorer said with a smile in her voice. Bo-Katan relaxed again when she turned back to the forge, and she watched her work for a while in silence before either of them spoke again.

"Would you have killed me, had I been old enough to stand with my mother?" the Armorer asked. The only emotion Bo-Katan could hear in her voice was curiosity, but she had to wonder if it went deeper than that.

"At the time? Yes," she admitted. "But look where division got us."

"Indeed," the Armorer said. 

Bo-Katan rubbed her forehead and then pinched the bridge of her nose between her thumb and middle fingers, squeezing hard enough to hurt. "I don't know what to do," she said softly. For a moment, she wondered if the Armorer had even heard her, but when she lifted her hand to look she saw her looking at her with her head cocked and her arms folded in expectation. 

"Maul used our neutrality to stage a coup," Bo-Katan said. "The Republic used Maul to stage an invasion. Thanks to me. And then the Empire used our division to wipe us out." She shook her head. "No matter what we do, someone finds a way to exploit us."

"And we always survive," the Armorer said. 

"Is that anything to be proud of?" Bo-Katan argued, standing up straight now that anger was taking over. "We're reduced to squabbling amongst ourselves. I went from the leader of the Nite Owls, scourge of Imperial space, to a tired old woman rotting in an empty castle."

"Now you're the Mand'alor," the Armorer reminded her. She walked up to Bo-Katan and laid her hand on the shining silver beskar pauldron that she had crafted herself. "You united us, Bo-Katan. The most divided mandalorians that have ever been now work side-by-side in this forge. Of that, I am most proud."

The Armorer lowered her head and pressed the top of her helmet lightly to Bo-Katan's forehead in a gentle keldabe kiss. The show of familiar affection was so unexpected that soft 'oh' of surprise escaped Bo-Katan's lips before she could stop it, and she was close enough to hear the Armorer's breath hitch a little inside her helmet. Bo-Katan wished she could put her own back on and hide the blush blooming on her cheeks, but it was too late. The Armorer took a step back out of her personal space, and cleared her throat.

"Perhaps you would allow me to match your pauldron to the rest of your armour, now that I have access to the appropriate pigments," she said. 

Bo-Katan nodded stiffly and straightened up. "Yes," she said, as flatly as she could manage. She reached across with her right hand to unclip the armour and winced slightly as it disconnected.

"Are you hurt?" the Armorer asked, hesitating a little before she took the pauldron from her. 

"It's nothing," Bo-Katan said. "A bruise, from sparring yesterday." 

'Sparring' was a slight misnomer - she had armed Axe and Koska with wooden staffs and strict instructions not to hold back. It had been more of a ritualised beating than an actual fight.

The Armorer seemed satisfied for a moment, but as she selected the pigments from her collection she looked back at Bo-Katan. "The beskar I used was the finest quality outside of the home system," she said. "You should have been invulnerable."

Bo-Katan rolled her shoulder, a little embarrassed. She never knew how to approach subjects like this with the people she still privately considered zealots. "I wasn't wearing it. Any of it, I mean," she said. 

The Armorer didn't move for a moment, and then turned back to her workbench. "I see," she said.

"Forgive me," Bo-Katan said, and was surprised by the fervour in her own voice. "It is not the Way, I'm sure."

"You have taught our people that there are many ways to be a mandalorian, Bo-Katan," the Armorer said, carefully tracing the mythosaur signet with black paint to match the Nite Owl on her other shoulder. 

"But?" Bo-Katan prompted. 

The Armorer shrugged the arm that wasn't busy painting. "My beskar is my skin. To remove it for combat is akin to death itself."

"That's… poetic," she said. 

The Armorer made a sound like laughter, and set aside the black paint. "Armour is only removed for lovers," she said.

Bo-Katan stepped a little closer, to watch her pass her airbrush over the pauldron, slowly turning it the same blue as the rest of her beskar. "But not the helmet?" she asked.

"The helmet stays on," the Armorer said, so seriously that Bo-Katan couldn't decide if it was a joke or not. She wondered if she'd ever find out. Then she caught herself thinking about it and had to step back from the workbench again. 

She waited quietly until the Armorer had finished, resting one hand over the bruise on her shoulder that the pauldron would cover. Koska had inflicted it: Axe had knocked her legs out from under her and she had brought her staff down on her arm while she tried to stand up. She gave her a kick in the head in return, but her boot had bounced off her helmet without slowing her down.

"There," the Armorer said, and stepped into Bo-Katan's personal space to re-attach the now matching pauldron. 

"Thank you," Bo-Katan said, and then, before she lost her nerve; "you know, for us apostate mandalorians, a keldabe kiss is usually reserved for lovers." 

The Armorer didn't look up from the pauldron, but her hand slid down to Bo-Katan's elbow. "It is the Way," she said softly. 

Bo-Katan swallowed, and then touched her forehead to the Armorer's. She knew that all that she could see through her visor now was her eyes, and she hoped she was looking into them.

"Come," the Armorer said, and took her hand.