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dazaih · 3 months ago

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wingman - luke skywalker x reader

you can find the previous chapters here

chapter seven -> the show

your university roommate han solo finds a rival (and love interest) in student council president leia skywalker, but both of them are too stubborn to admit that they have feelings for each other. luckily, you and her twin brother, luke, devise a plan to get the two of them to spend more time together. challenges arise, however, when you start to develop a crush on him.

chapter warnings: making out in public, drinking, sexual humor, slightly stereotypical college tropes, luke is a freak

a/n: sorry this one took so long! not super happy with it but i hope you guys enjoy anyway :p

You had returned to class a few days ago, readjusting a bit difficult after your brief absence. The ache in your ribs and inability to use your hand served as painful reminders of what had transpired that night. Han’s first day back was today, and although you thought it was far too soon, he at least would be seeing Leia in class later. Since she knew what happened, you hoped that she might be a source of comfort for him. As you left your lecture, you were pulled from your thoughts by your phone buzzing in your pocket.

Luke: heyyy! i just passed han! is he back?

You hadn’t talked to Luke since you’d essentially fondled him in your bedroom several days ago, so the text surprised you. You stared at it for a second before deciding to reply.

You: yeah it’s his first day back. hope he and leia can get along today lol

Luke: ohhhh same but i’m sure she’ll be happy to have him in class again! i think she’s missed him >:)

Luke: sooooo does that mean ur back too?

You: yes i got back a few days ago actually

There was a beat of silence, and you could see him switching between typing and not typing a few times, the three dots disappearing and reappearing in a brief cycle of apparent deliberation.

Luke: u were supposed to lmk </3 heart is broken. don’t think i’ll recover tbh

Luke either just consistently texted like a teenage girl, or he was flirting with you. Deciding to test the waters, you sent him a message back.

You: my bad my bad i’ll make it up to u babe

His response was immediate.

Luke: YOOOO

Luke: what if we get lunch like. right now. i’m on campus

You laughed, but you had to admit that having someone be so excited to see you was a good feeling. Even if your relationship was largely fabricated, Luke did seem to genuinely enjoy your company.

You: ok i’m leaving class rn. food court or dining hall?

Luke: food court ok with u? i want sushi

With that, you told him you’d meet him there, and then made your way to the agreed upon destination. You were pretty nervous about being seen with him in the food court, as it was usually pretty crowded. Still, that wasn’t a good enough reason to avoid him, so you anxiously let your feet carry you there.

Despite the density of the room, Luke was easy to spot. He stood out in any crowd, something about his demeanor incredibly radiant and eye-catching, his mere presence enough to make people turn their heads. To your surprise, he spotted you pretty quickly too, and excitedly waved you over. When he did, a few people around him glanced in your direction, their curiosity getting the better of them as they wondered whom Luke Skywalker could be so excited to see. Your face flushed.

“Hey!” he greeted you enthusiastically, standing as close to you as he possibly could without actually touching you.

“Hi,” you replied somewhat shyly, hoping the rosiness of your cheeks went unnoticed by him.

“How’s your day going?” he asked, not bothering to be subtle as he looked you over, seemingly studying every detail of your appearance.

“It’s okay. Been really tired recently, but I guess that’s to be expected,” you replied, looking down at your shoes.

You almost jumped out of your skin when he gently wedged a finger underneath your chin, nudging your face upwards so you were forced to meet his eyes. You could feel countless stares on you, and you were wondering how far Luke was willing to commit to this if he was likely driving away other potential suitors by being intimate with you in public.

“You have dark circles under your eyes,” he observed, cocking his head at you. You were puzzled.

“Uh, sorry,” you said, not really sure how you were supposed to respond, “I guess I usually wear concealer.”

“I wasn’t suggesting that you should wear concealer,” he replied, giggling, “Just that you should get some rest tonight.”

“Right,” you mumbled awkwardly, the eyes of your peers burning holes into your skull, your skin searing from the red hot embarrassment of it all. You had never received so much attention in your life, and all you were doing was standing in front of the sushi counter at your school’s food court.

He ushered you towards the counter, making you order first so he could pay for it without having to put up with your protests. He also insisted on carrying it to the table for you, saying that you shouldn’t have to since your wrist was broken. You all found a seat against the wall, tucked out of the way but not fully shielded from the prying eyes of your classmates. When you were about to take a seat, Luke stopped you, putting a hand on your shoulder to get your attention.

“You face the wall,” he told you knowingly, “It’ll keep your back turned towards them. I can pretend not to notice, so I’ll face this way.”

You were speechless for a moment, but you supposed you shouldn’t have been surprised that he picked up on your apprehension. Luke was observant. Sitting down, you sighed, putting your head in your hands for a moment before looking back up at him.

“I’m sorry,” you said sincerely, taking a deep breath to steady yourself, “I fly under the radar most of the time. It’s just new to me.”

“You shouldn’t be the one apologizing. It’s my fault for not asking if you would be okay with people ogling you while you’re trying to eat,” he replied, seemingly embarrassed.

“It’s not your fault,” you assured him, offering him a smile, “I mean, I guess I’m friends with Han, and he attracts all sorts of attention. I’ll adapt.”

Luke laughed, accepting your affirmations as some relief set into his shoulders. He relaxed a little, opening the lid on his sushi container and cracking his chopsticks apart. He sighed happily when he took the first bite, a blush creeping up on your cheeks when you recalled how him eating chocolate in your room escalated to your hands grasping his chest. That look of mischief you had become so familiar with shone in his eyes, and you immediately knew that his mind had drifted there too.

“Behave,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You know that doesn’t deter me, right? I could listen to you say that over and over again. It’s hot.”

“Luke, we’re at school!” you exclaimed, his confession turning your already red face a deeper shade of crimson. You weren’t sure how much of what he was saying was true, but you couldn’t deny that you were flustered by his words.

He laughed then, bright and cheery as always, looking at you like you were the most fun he’d ever experienced. His gaze sank deeper into your skin and reached your bones, making them ache with the yearning you were starting to feel towards him.

“I’m sorry,” he said, still giggling a bit, “You make it too easy.”

“Why can’t you just eat normally? Why do you have to make everyone around you wonder if you’re trying to be erotic?” you asked, rubbing your temple with your good hand before taking a bite of your own roll.

“I love food,” he replied, shrugging, “Always ate the same shit growing up, so I like having so many options now. And it’s also possible that I’m exaggerating a little bit to mess with you.”

“I figured,” you huffed, though your brain had grabbed onto something else he said, “You didn’t grow up rich?”

He paused, his chopsticks unmoving and even his chewing coming to a halt, his eyes scanning the room for a moment before falling back on you.

“No,” he muttered, voice quiet, “Damn. Didn’t even realize that I gave myself away. You’re good. Don’t tell anyone that, please.”

You had a million questions for him, your curiosity about his life increasing by the minute, but he clearly hadn’t meant to reveal that to you.

“I don’t really care,” you reassured him, pushing your questions to the back of your mind for the sake of his comfort, “You won’t believe this, but I didn’t grow up rich either.”

He laughed, relaxing again as he looked at you fondly, a bit more somber now but definitely calmer than he had been just a moment ago. He gave you a smile that told you he appreciated your willingness to move on, and you decided then that if he smiled at you like that, you were content with being patient.

“So,” he said, mischief returning to his expression, “I’ve been scheming, as you might say.”

“Oh boy,” you replied, grinning, “About our favorite couple, I’m assuming.”

“Of course,” he confirmed, leaning so that his face was closer to yours, “So, two weeks from now, there’s a concert. Local bar. Two bands are playing. That’s the type of thing you and your friends enjoy, yeah?”

“Right,” you told him, nodding, “But we couldn’t mosh or anything since my wrist is broken and Han is all sorts of fucked up, so we might not be very fun company.”

“No, that’s alright. That’s not what’s important,” he continued, “There’s a band making their debut there on that night. You can stand by the bar if you want, no pressure to go out into the crowd at all. I think you guys will enjoy it regardless.”

“I feel like you’re omitting some information,” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Well, yeah, but it’s nothing bad. And Leia will be there.”

You briefly recalled the conversation you’d had with Luke when you’d first met his friends, the mention that Leia was really into punk and alternative music surprising enough for you to note.

“I’ll do my best to get us there,” you told him.

He beamed at you, resting his chin on his hand as he mused over his plan, the details of which you weren’t privy to.

“I think it’ll put things into motion,” he said ominously, seemingly to himself.

He changed the topic after that, asking you about which movies you’d watched recently and if there was anything you thought he might like. In return, you asked him about how his recovery was going, and he told you that he would be cleared to participate in practice again soon, as his concussion had waned. You talked for the next hour, pausing every now and then to actually eat like you had intended to.

Overall, it had been a pretty good time. You were never able to shake the stares of your peers fully, but once they realized that nothing much would come of gawking at the two of you, they largely minded their own business. You bid him farewell and thanked him for the food, promising to see him again soon.

When you got back to your apartment, Chewie had started making dinner. Meatloaf, it looked like. You helped out where you could, though your injury made it more challenging than you would’ve liked. You were anticipating Han’s arrival any second now, but you were left in waiting. As the minutes ticked by and eventually reached an hour, you grew anxious. Finally, you decided to call.

“What?” he answered after the third ring, voice a whisper.

“Where are you?” you replied, ignoring his abrasive tone. That was just Han.

“Library with Leia. I got really pissed off in class today because I didn’t know what was goin’ on, so now we’re here.”

“Oh,” you said, a bit dumbfounded by this information, “Well, Chewie made meatloaf. You should ask her if she wants to stop by for dinner.”

You heard him mumbling, likely inviting Leia over, and then you could vaguely hear her voice too.

“She has to go to practice after this,” he told you, sounding bored.

“Practice? For what?”

“Geez, I don’t know, kid. I’m not gonna sit here and interrogate her. I’ll be home later, alright? We can watch somethin’ on TV.”

“Okay,” you murmured, not really sure what else to say to that.

He muttered a quick goodbye to you and hung up. Without thinking twice about it, you immediately texted Luke.

You: they’re at the library together right now…

You explained the situation to Chewie as fixed some asparagus to go with your meal, telling him about the show in two weeks and asking if he’d be interested. He nodded, an amused expression on his face as he continued to cook. A few minutes later, you got a text back from Luke.

Luke: no wayyyyy they’re evolving

Luke: ask him about the show when he gets back!

You weren’t sure what was up with Luke’s insistence, especially considering how the last show went for you all, but you shrugged it off.

You supposed you’d find out soon enough.

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You hadn’t seen Luke any since lunch that day, but you’d texted him a few times over the past two weeks. You all didn’t say anything of much importance to each other, nor did you talk very frequently, but it was nice to know that he hadn’t completely forgotten about you as his practice schedule picked up again and he resumed his normal life.

Han hadn’t needed much convincing to go to the show, as he hadn’t been out on the town since the incident. You had told him Leia would be there, so when he came out of his room dressed in his nice brown coat instead of the Carhartt again, you mentally cheered. Maybe he cared about looking nice for her after all.

“You look good,” you told him. The bruises on his face had healed some in the past several days, and he was starting to look a little more like himself again. It was refreshing.

“I know,” he replied smugly, seemingly excited to feel a bit more normal—well, as excited as Han could seem to be.

Chewie stood by the doorway, scrolling on his phone. He was wearing a beanie this time with his long hair down, glasses perched on his nose and a blue flannel tucked into his black jeans.

“And so do you!” you cheered, walking over to Chewie and smoothing out his eyebrows with your thumb. Unlike Han, he didn’t make much of a fuss when you tried to detail his appearance, allowing you to exercise your cosmetic expertise to your heart’s content. He rolled his eyes and smiled at you, gesturing to your outfit and giving you a thumbs up.

“Thanks,” you said, understanding his meaning immediately. He thought you looked nice too.

“Yeah, not horrible,” Han added, glancing over your outfit. It was one of your favorites, teetering the line between your casual attire and something a bit nicer. You wore Han’s black coat, as it was slightly baggier than your own, concealing your cast pretty well. You didn’t want people walking on eggshells around you all night because you were hurt.

With that, the three of you departed, your walk downtown leisurely as Han and Chewie split a cigarette. You were in a good mood, glad that the three of you were going out again. It’s also possible that you were a little bit excited to see Luke too.

When you all walked into the bar, you felt at ease. These types of venues were what you were used to, classic college bars with live music. Before bothering to find Luke and Leia, sure that they were likely in the company of others and wouldn’t be bothered by your absence, you went on a quest for drinks. You would probably have to hang out near the back anyway due to your injuries, so being leaned up against the bar didn’t seem like that bad of a call. You ordered something strong and sipped your drink peacefully, taking in the atmosphere and anticipating the band’s performance.

“We oughta take a shot,” Han mumbled to you, “Whiskey.”

You laughed and agreed, knowing that being a little tipsier would help you relax. After the shot and downing your first drink, you moved onto a second, you and Han talking and in your own little world. It was then that you looked across the room and saw a tighter crowd of people, and you instantly knew that Luke had to be the center. Han noticed too, and the two of you watched as you caught glimpses of him every now and then. Unusually, he wore all dark colors today, his sweater a dark gray and his pants black, beat up converse on his feet. He was drunk of course, hand clutched around a drink you couldn’t quite identify. You watched as a girl placed her hand on his chin, appearing to look at the fresh scar under his lip. He was relatively nonreactive, politely smiling at her and probably answering questions about his injuries. To your surprise, though, he never put his hands on her, nor did he lean into her touch.

“Gonna handle that?” Han asked you, taking another sip of his drink and watching the scene before him unfold.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you said simply, though you did take some joy in the fact that Luke didn’t seem to be reciprocating her advances.

“You’re staring daggers into that girl’s head.”

“I am not,” you insisted, downing the rest of your drink and ordering another.

“Sure, kid,” he said dismissively, “Didn’t take you for the jealous type.”

Before you could defend yourself, Luke met your eyes. His smile widened, he appeared to apologize to the girl he was talking to, and he immediately departed from the group that had crowded around him. They watched him go curiously, slowly trailing as to not give themselves away as being dependent on his presence, but you tried to pay them little attention.

“Hey!” he greeted you excitedly, putting his drink down next to you and pulling you into a hug. You squawked in surprise, but eventually wrapped your arms around him as well, returning his affection.

He didn’t let go of you for what felt like an awkwardly long time, and you made eye contact with Han in a silent plea for advice. He rolled his eyes at you and shook his head, the smallest of grins playing at his lips.

“Missed you,” Luke drunkenly confessed as he pulled away, though his hands had dropped to your waist, “I’ve been waiting for you to get here all night.”

You were stunned into silence for a moment before finally swallowing hard, mustering the courage to speak.

“It’s good to see you,” you told him awkwardly, his hands on you making your heart rate accelerate more than you liked to admit, “You look really good in black.”

He beamed at you, his cheeks flushing a little under the vibrant lighting of the venue, and brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“You think so?” he asked teasingly, leaning into you as he spoke.

“Don’t go fishing for compliments,” you told him lightheartedly, “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough. Wanna take a shot with me? Or a shooter? I’ll pay, of course.”

“You really have to stop buying me things.”

“Nah. I like buying you things,” he countered, grinning as he ordered you a drink.

He had ordered you green tea shooters, which you’d never had before but sounded so much like something he would enjoy that you were eager to partake. Before you knew what was happening, he gripped your chin and tilted your head back a bit, the glass of the shooter pressing against your lips.

“Open,” he told you, his confidence that you’d do whatever he asked almost making your knees buckle. You did, the alcohol slipping past your lips and going straight to your head—or maybe the way Luke was looking at you was the cause for your drunkenness, you weren’t sure. Both were likely explanations.

Luke didn’t give you the chance to pull the same maneuver on him, quickly downing his shooter and smiling innocently at you. In the meantime, Chewie had appeared at the bar, presumably to distract Han from Luke’s hands on you. When he gave you a brief look, you knew your assumption had been correct, and he smiled and rolled his eyes at you when you mouthed a quick thank you to him.

“Wanna stand in the back? Close to the bar but still in the crowd. No one should shove us there,” he proposed, seemingly also at least somewhat aware of Han’s guard being up around him.

You nodded, following him into the back of the crowd and finding a good window between some of the taller individuals to get a pretty solid view of the stage, especially considering where you were standing. You had taken your regular drinks along with you, and you sipped yours as casually as you could, knowing that a lot of eyes were on you despite your position at the back of the crowd.

“Will Han kill me if I make out with you in front of everyone tonight?” he asked you, cheeks flushed and pupils blown wide from the alcohol. You nearly choked on your drink, and you had to take a deep breath to stabilize yourself before you could manage a reply.

“That’s—Are you sure you want to do that?”

“What?” he said, laughing at your question, “Why wouldn’t I? Are you sick or something?”

Thoughts swirled around your mind, bouncing off every corner of your skull and almost making your head hurt in the process. Everyone in this venue wants to make out with you. You could have any one of them. If it’s me, you’ll sabotage your chances of finding someone you really like to take home tonight. You didn’t say any of it, because you didn’t want to make him feel even less like a person than he probably already did.

“Just wanted to make sure,” you murmured quietly, looking down. He gently hooked his finger under your chin and pushed upwards, forcing you to meet his eyes. No matter how many times he did this, you always blushed.

“Hey, if you’re more private about that sort of stuff, it’s totally fine. I’m not here to push you into situations that make you uncomfortable. We don’t have to kiss at all.”

Reassessing your comfort was the bare minimum, but it made you feel warm nonetheless. You weren’t sure what came over you, but you leaned forward and let your head drop to rest on his shoulder, sighing. You heard him chuckle lightly at that, and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, your face still buried into the crook of his neck.

“Or you can just do that, I guess,” he remarked, sounding amused.

“Sorry, I’m just not used to so many people looking at me. But you’re so nice, and I wanna be close to you still. Just hiding for a second. You smell really good, by the way.”

He laughed again, hugging you a little tighter, cautious to not spill his drink or injure your wrist.

“You’re drunk,” he told you, and you felt him sigh when you smiled into the side of his neck.

“So are you.”

“Well, yeah,” he replied, giggling again, "But I’ve just never seen you be like, expressive when you’re drinking. I like it. Tell me more about what you like about me.”

It was your turn to laugh, Luke’s lack of subtly entertaining to you.

“Do you have any shame?” you teased.

“About some stuff, sure. But not about this.”

“Well, you know I like your abs.”

“And my chest, apparently.”

“Hey. You enjoyed that.”

“Never said I didn’t. Wanna do it again right now?”

“Luke!” you exclaimed in a fit of drunken giggles, pulling away to lightly smack his arm. He smiled at you and took another sip of his drink.

“So, what else do you like about me?” he pried, and you rolled your eyes at him before stepping closer once more.

“You’ll find out. Be patient,” you told him, your own touch of mischief seeping into your voice. He smiled at you, right hand dropping to your waist and pulling you closer, left hand tossing his drink back and finishing the rest of it in a single go. You mimicked his actions, finishing your own beverage and meeting his eyes. Just then, the first band emerged, and you turned towards the stage while Luke placed his hand on your lower back.

“We can get another drink in the middle of the set, if you want,” he said, pulling you flush against his side as the band started to play, “But I’m kind of drunk right now, so I need a second.”

You laughed and nodded at him, and pretty soon your attention shifted towards the talented musicians on stage. Since you couldn’t be in the front, you had to settle on gently swaying and nodding your head rather than something more exciting. This band had more of an indie rock vibe, so there wasn’t a ton of moshing to be done anyway. You hoped Han wasn’t feeling left out, but you were confident that Chewie would stay by his side while you were gone.

You were so inebriated that you barely noticed Luke’s friends circling around you, with the addition of a few strangers as well. You only realized how many eyes were on you when Biggs clasped a hand around Luke’s shoulder, making him jump a little. Without thinking, you gently smoothed his sweater down over his bicep, hoping the gesture provided him with a small bit of comfort. He looked over at you and smiled before quickly turning his attention back to Biggs.

“Why’re you all the way back here?” Biggs asked him, seemingly pretty drunk himself.

“He’s injured, Biggs,” a girl you didn’t recognize interjected, stepping closer.

“Can’t believe you even came out tonight, Luke. I mean, I’m glad you’re here and all, but what if you get hurt again?” her friend added, joining her in crowding close to Luke.

“I’ve got a personal investment in the next band,” he said simply, offering the group standing in front of him a perfect smile.

“What, you fuckin’ the drummer or something?” Elias replied, and you had to restrain yourself from rolling your eyes.

“I think their drummer is a dude,” one of his other friends pointed out.

“So? You think that’s gonna stop Luke? He’ll fuck anything that moves—“

“Cut it out, Eli,” the girl from before said, placing a hand on Luke’s shoulder, “That’s not true. Don’t be mean to him.”

Luke laughed, but you watched him tense as the stranger’s hand stayed put on his body.

“Oh, fuck off. You guys were literally calling him—“

“Shut up!”

“Calling me what?” Luke interrupted curiously, tilting his head and looking at the girls in front of him with an expression that you couldn’t quite decipher.

“Luke,” she said, hand still on his on his shoulder, “You know our friend Marie. We were just talking about when you guys got together, and—“

“Marie’s been telling all of her friends that you’re easy, dude,” his friend interjected, cutting her off.

“It’s not like that,” she protested, bringing her hand up to the side of his neck and moving to cup his cheek, “We don’t think you’re easy, Luke.”

“I don’t really get what you’re trying to say,” he murmured, brows furrowed, “Sorry. I’m a little drunk.”

She cooed at him and you wanted to throw up in your mouth. Or on her. Either would do.

“It’s okay. We can just drop it and get another drink,” she told him, tucking a piece of his hair behind his ear and giving him a sickeningly sweet smile. She was a beautiful woman, so it was really a shame that she was acting so creepy.

“They were calling you a slut earlier, man,” Biggs finally said, frowning, “Sorry. Just thought you should know. Marie and a bunch of her friends were over there talking about you.”

“That is not what happened,” she said, placing her other hand on Luke’s face, effectively forcing him to look only at her, “Luke, I promise that I would never—“

When you saw Luke tense further and his eyes widen, you’d had enough. You could put up with other people flirting with him—he wasn’t your boyfriend, after all—but making him uncomfortable was a separate ordeal entirely. You rolled your eyes, reached over, and grabbed her wrists, making use of the weight of your cast to push her arms down and away from his face. You stepped in between them then, giving Luke some space away from her.

“I’m tired of listening to this,” you announced, speaking for the first time since the whole situation had started transpiring, “This entire conversation is stupid.”

You didn’t feel the need to further elaborate, nor did you have any interest in personally shaming the girls, instead taking Luke’s hand in your own and tangling your fingers together, walking off towards the bar. He went happily, giving the group a small wave and a smile as you pulled him away. You didn’t bother looking back at any of them, your focus just on getting Luke out of that situation. When you reached the bar, Han gave you a quizzical look, but you just shook your head and mouthed not now.

“My knight in shining armor,” Luke said, leaning against the bar with you and keeping your hands entwined.

“They sound like they’re in high school. I don’t know how you manage to be nice to people like that.”

“What I do reflects on my parents,” he replied with a shrug, “Seriously though, thank you. That wasn’t a very fun interaction for me.”

“Sorry for just pulling you out of there without even asking,” you murmured sheepishly, cheeks a bit red, “I was just annoyed, and you looked uncomfortable.”

“What? Don’t apologize. You can take me wherever you want, but that’s especially true in cases where someone is grabbing my face and trying to convince me that they weren’t calling me slutty thirty minutes ago.”

Thinking about it made you irritated all over again, and it must’ve shown on your face, because Luke spoke again.

“Just so you know, I really don’t sleep around as much as people say, and since we’ve started this whole thing between us I haven’t been seeing anyone, and I never even slept with Marie—most I’ve done is kiss her at a club, and when I do sleep with people I’m super safe, I get tested regularly, and—“

“Woah, hey,” you interrupted him, gently grabbing his shoulders, “What are you saying?”

“Well, you looked upset when they were talking about that stuff, and I just didn’t want you to think that I was like, I don’t know, a womanizer, or someone who only cares about sex, or some kind of pervert—“

“Luke, that’s not—I was upset because they were objectifying you and making you uncomfortable. You know I’m not judging you, right? You seriously don’t have to explain yourself to me. I trust you and what you choose to tell me is your business. I don’t care about rumors or whatever, alright?”

He stared at you with wide eyes, mouth slightly agape. You couldn’t read his face, and you were about to ask him if he was okay before he started talking again.

“Thank you,” he told you, voice soft as his hands came to rest on your waist once again, “That means a lot to me. I want to say more, but I don’t think I can articulate it very well right now. Just—thank you.”

“It’s just basic respect, dude,” you replied dismissively, blushing a little, “No big deal.”

“Well, I’m not used to that, I guess. And don’t call me dude when I’m touching your hips.”

You laughed, your arms having wrapped around the back of his neck as he pulled you closer.

“I thought this was just you being friendly,” you teased, grinning at him.

“Seems like I’ve given you the wrong idea, ‘cause I’m really not trying to be friendly with you. Like, at all.”

You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol in your system, how protective you felt over him at the moment, or how he was looking at you, but you were curious to see if things would escalate between the two of you tonight. So, without second guessing yourself, you leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Maybe you should give me the right idea, then.”

Something changed in his expression, and before you knew what was happening, he was leading you through the crowd, and you were embraced by the loud music once more.

“Hey, my wrist is still broken, so I really shouldn’t be dancing—“

His course deviated then, and you suddenly realized that he had taken you towards the wall. You were out of direct contact with the crowd, but they still danced around you, shielding you from prying eyes. This was still very much public, but certainly more private than before. His hands returned to your waist as he leaned forward, lips now next to your ear.

“Can I show you?” he asked, voice lower and breathier than you’d ever heard it, “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with, and I’ll show you that I’m not trying to be friends. Fuck, please let me show you.”

Your breath caught in your throat, but you brought your good hand to rest on the back of his head, trying to ground yourself.

“Yeah,” you told him, running your fingers through his hair, “I’ll stop you if you go too far.”

He had backed you all the way against the wall now, his hand coming up to caress your face as he leaned closer. His face was so close to yours that you could feel his breath fanning against your lips, his thumb gently tracing your jaw as he inched forward. You almost passed out when you met his stare, his eyes filled with what you could only describe as desire. He looked at you for confirmation one more time, and when you offered him a small nod, his lips were on yours in an instant.

You had suspected all along that he would be a good kisser, but thinking that and experiencing it were very different. He started out relatively slowly, but you wanted to prove to him that you could match his pace, so you lightly tugged his hair to deepen the kiss. You were surprised when he faltered a bit, having to brace himself against the wall and pull away for a second.

“God, fuck,” he groaned, voice strained, “If you do that again, I might embarrass myself.”

You were too curious to find out what that could mean to stop yourself from pulling him forward and capturing his lips in your own once more, savoring the taste of him on your tongue for a second before tugging his hair again, this time a bit harder.

His reaction was immediate. He moaned into your mouth, left hand still holding your jaw and right hand now falling to firmly grab your ass, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepened further, and your grip on his hair tightened the second you felt his tongue.

You hadn’t made out with someone so passionately in a long time, and you certainly hadn’t ever imagined yourself doing it so publicly. And yet, here you were, letting Luke Skywalker shove you against the wall and fuck his tongue into your mouth.

“I’m sorry, fuck—“ he gasped against your lips. You weren’t sure what he meant until you felt him rock forward, something solid pressing into you. You suddenly realized that this part at least had to be real, and the knowledge that you had made Luke hard had you floating. With him against you like this, you decided to experimentally pull his hair again. He moaned, this time loudly enough for you to catch the wandering eyes of a few people standing nearby, but he paid them no mind, instead squeezing your ass harder and trying to bring you even closer.

“Luke,” you warned, breath hot against his ear as he moved to bury his face into the side of your neck, “Luke, we’re in public. People are staring.”

“People always stare. Doesn’t matter,” he protested, starting to kiss your jaw, “I’d go down on you right here, I don’t care—“

“Luke!” you gasped, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back a bit, putting some space between you, “You’re drunk. I don’t want you to be embarrassed tomorrow or something, okay?”

“Embarrassed,” he repeated, like it was his first time ever hearing that word, “No way. I’d let you do anything to me. Anywhere.”

“You can’t be serious,” you replied, laughing at how ridiculous he was, heart hammering in your chest, “You’ve had a lot to drink—“

“You think I only want you like this because I’m drunk?” he asked, tucking your hair behind your ear as his eyes bore into yours, reading you so intensely that you felt dizzy.

“I mean…maybe? I don’t know. I’m just confused, I guess. Like, we aren’t—you and I aren’t really together, you know?”

You didn’t understand why, but you were certain that hurt flashed across his face for a second before he recovered, biting his lip and looking down at his feet, nodding.

“Yeah, I know that,” he murmured, his tone unreadable to you as he looked back up, “Doesn’t mean I’m only making out with you because I’m drunk, though. I wanted to do this in your bedroom, remember? Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I don’t want you. I do. A lot. Like, all the time. I thought that was obvious.”

“Are you being serious?” you asked, emphasizing your bewilderment with a drunken hiccup.

“Are you? You can feel my dick right now, can’t you? If you can’t, that’s a bit of a blow to my ego—“

“Don’t be a smart ass,” you scoffed, giving him a lighthearted shove, earning a chuckle from him, “I meant that you’re beautiful. Like, ethereally beautiful. I’m just a little surprised to learn that you’re attracted to me. I wasn’t trying to insult the size of your dick.”

You had meant the last part as a joke, but when his eyes widened as a deep crimson bloomed across his cheeks, you started to panic.

“Hey, I’m not actually trying to imply anything about your dick. It seems big, from what I can tell, and—“

He was giggling now, still blushing as he shook his head at you in disbelief.

“I was just joking about that,” he insisted.

“Well, you looked offended,” you mumbled, crossing your arms.

“I’m not offended. I’m just—you can’t just call someone ethereal and expect them to instantly recover. It caught me off guard.”

“Oh, fuck off. You know you’re breathtaking in every sense of the word. I’m not the first person to tell you that.”

He awkwardly looked to the side, nervously chewing his lip, and shrugged a little. You were shocked by the realization that he was embarrassed—not by grinding on you and moaning like a porn star in public, no, but because you had called him beautiful.

“Oh my god,” you whispered, eyes wide, “You’re embarrassed. No way. I thought Luke Skywalker didn’t get embarrassed?”

“Shut up,” he murmured, leaning forward and hiding his face in your neck, “You’re such an asshole.”

“You’re ridiculous. I can’t believe that this is where you draw the line. People are practically throwing themselves at you all the time. How could you not be used to hearing you’re attractive?”

“That’s not what you said,” he argued, and you were so thoroughly entertained by the slight pout in his voice, “You called me other stuff. Like, poetic shit. People don’t just say that to each other.”

“Yeah?” you asked teasingly, relishing in the fact that you had him stumbling over his words for a change, “Can’t handle me telling you how beautiful you are?”

“If you’re trying to get me to stop begging to fuck you in public, you’re going about it the wrong way,” he murmured against your neck.

“If it weren’t for the fact that your sister would kill you, then I’d consider it.”

He suddenly stood up then, as if he had just had some stellar epiphany. Alert with wide eyes, he glanced back at the band, their set seemingly coming to a close, and his lips curled up into a wide grin.

“I’m gonna buy us a round before the next band,” he announced, abruptly pulling away from you and offering you his hand.

You were confused, but tangled your fingers together anyway, allowing him to lead you back to the bar. Ignoring the prying eyes of others was much easier when you were inebriated, but conversely, people were a lot less subtle with their staring when they were drunk. You continued to try to pay them no mind, but now you had to wonder how many people had seen Luke shove you up against the wall and make out with you like it was his sworn duty.

When you reached the bar this time, Luke immediately made conversation with Han and greeted Chewie, asking all sorts of small talk questions that you didn’t really see the point of. Han indulged him, though it could’ve been for your sake, you weren’t sure, and gave a few answers that were at least mildly interesting. That suggested to you that Han didn’t see your public display of affection just a moment ago, and you relaxed a little. Luke then ordered drinks for the four of you, and it seemed that everyone was a bit far gone. You briefly wondered where Leia was, but figured she probably did have her own friends to hang out with.

“Where’s your royal pain in the ass sister?” Han asked right on cue, trying to sound disinterested.

“She’ll be around in a few minutes,” Luke replied, and you knew the look in his eye well by now.

You were dying to know what his plan was, but you stayed silent, not wanting to give your scheming up to Han.

Luckily, you wouldn’t have to wait long, catching sight of her at a distance, a long, flowing skirt coming down to her boots and a leather jacket resting on her shoulders. Her shirt was cropped, which seemed slightly unusual for her given what you knew about her style, and her hair was in two long Dutch braids. She looked beautiful, which was no surprise, of course.

What was shocking, however, was that she was on stage.

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saphronethaleph · 11 months ago

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Offer accepted

Leia’s comlink chimed.

She yawned, stared at it for a moment, then two synapses connected and she snatched it up.

“I’m here,” she said. “Is something wrong?”

“Leia,” Luke said. “I’m sorry for waking you-”

“Luke?” Leia asked, now almost entirely awake. “What happened?”

“...you’re probably not going to believe me if I tell you,” Luke replied. “Can you get the command team to the west side of the village as soon as possible?”

Leia held back a yawn, which was a struggle, and checked her chrono.

“Everyone should be asleep, it’s not even dawn,” she said. “Everyone from the command team who sleeps, anyway. I can do Threepio and Artoo, and myself on about… five hours of sleep? Maybe four?”

She paused, thinking. “Chewie might be awake, I honestly don’t know. Han almost certainly won’t be.”

There was a long pause, and Leia frowned.

“Luke?” she asked her brother.

“That’ll do,” Luke decided. “See you then.”

“All right, I’m here,” Leia told Luke, unnecessarily. “Han and Chewie were both asleep, so I got another commander in their stead… what’s this about?”

She stifled a yawn, and took a drink from some caf. “This had better be important.”

“Skywalker knows what he’s doing,” Commander Rex said.

“Yeah, you weren’t speaking to him last night,” Leia muttered, glancing at Luke. “I believe Luke knows what he’s doing, I’m not so sure that what he’s doing makes any kind of sense.”

“You might need to think again on that, Leia,” Luke said. “It turns out, it was surprisingly easy… I think we’re ready.”

He gestured, and Darth Vader stalked out of the pre-dawn gloom.

Leia nearly dropped her mug of caf, but the dark and imposing impact of the scene was immediately and drastically undercut when Darth Vader actually did drop his lightsaber.

“...what in the name of Padme Amidala are you doing here, Rex?” the Terror of the Galaxy asked, his vocoder apparently suffering some strain.

“Who would-” Rex began, his blaster covering the Dark Lord, then he dropped the weapon as well. “...General? You’re – you’re Darth Vader?”

“...yes?” Vader replied, looking down at himself as if he actually had to check. “I believe so?”

Then he did a double-take.

“What are you two doing here, exactly?” he asked, his helmet turned towards Artoo and Threepio. “Is this some kind of reunion? Am I going to see Snips come out from behind a tree? Is Obi-Wan going to appear?”

He sounded slightly frazzled. “Where is Hondo Ohnaka?”

“Father,” Luke said, his voice calm. “Please, allow me to explain as much of the situation as I know myself.”

“I’m not sure how to explain this situation,” Leia said. “What is going on?”

R2 beeped something that indicated that he knew exactly what was going on, and found it very amusing, thank you very much.

“Well, I don’t,” 3P0 said, with a sniff. “Why don’t you introduce everyone, you tin can?”

“Don’t worry, 3P0,” Luke told him. “None of us are in any immediate danger.”

Leia wasn’t sure she believed that.

“Oh, thank the maker!” C-3P0 sighed.

“You’re welcome,” Vader replied, crouching down to pick up his lightsaber.

“...okay, that bit I didn’t know,” Luke admitted. “But I’d better get started or we’ll be here all morning… I went to confront my father, and turn him away from the Dark Side.”

He glanced to his side. “I… don’t know if it’s worked, but I’d say it’s working at the moment.”

“How exactly did you pull that off?” Rex asked.

“I said that the Dark Side forced me to obey my master,” Vader intoned. “Then my son told me, quite passionately, that I was not a slave – that I was a person, and my name was Anakin Skywalker.”

His shoulders moved in a slight shrug. “He also asked me to come with him. As you can see, I chose to take up the offer.”

Vader let that stand for a moment, then pointed in succession. “That is Rex, formerly the commander of my personal legion in the Clone Wars. Those are the droids C-3P0, who I built on Tatooine, and R2-D2, who worked with me during the Clone Wars after a swap of C-3P0 for R2-D2 with my wife Padme Amidala. And that is… actually, I find myself unaware of your current personal situation. The only connection between us that I am aware of is that you are the daughter of one of my wife’s close friends, and that I should probably apologize to you at some point.”

Luke coughed, and R2 made a sort of beeping giggling noise.

C-3P0 still seemed to be in shock, which was fair enough, because so was Leia.

“Furthermore,” Vader went on. “Since I have defected, I will tell you the following. The Emperor is aware of your plans. He has an entire battle group ready to ambush your fleet. The shield protecting the Death Star is to be disguised by jamming. And an entire legion of the best troops the Empire has are waiting in ambush for any attempt on the shield generator.”

“So… what you’re saying is that our enemy has an overwhelming numbers advantage, an excellent tactical and strategic position, and they know we’re coming,” Rex said, having recovered his aplomb slightly and picked up his blaster. “And the only advantage we have is that we’ve got two Skywalker Jedi on our side.”

“I am still a Sith,” Vader replied. “Not a Jedi.”

“Still,” Rex protested. “Because… yeah, they’re karked.”

“This is the place?” Han asked.

“This is it,” Chewbacca agreed.

“Still can’t believe we’re going with this plan,” Han muttered. “Still can’t believe we’re doing what Darth Vader suggested.”

“I know,” Chewbacca noted. “You said.”

“I said because it’s true, fuzzball,” Han retorted.

He glanced around at the other commandos, then to either side of the draw they were in. It was a minor flaw in the deployment positions of the Imperial legion, a small blind valley through which troops could get close enough to attack by bypassing just a few Imperial guards… with a judicious mind trick from Luke, of course.

Not many troops, though. No heavy equipment. Just men and blasters, with two blaster cannon hauled up the draw.

“Stand by,” Leia said. “Who’s in position?”

“Team Besh, in position,” Rex reported, levelling one of the blaster cannon and being careful not to skyline himself.

“Team Aurak, ready,” Han said, as Chewie readied the other blaster cannon.

“Ten seconds,” Leia said, then activated her commlink.

A commlink set to Imperial scramble frequencies.

“Execute Alderaan,” she said, firmly. “Alderaan, Alderaan, Alderaan. Open fire!”

Rex opened fire, and so did the commandos on his side of the draw. His cannon shot hit the neck of an unsuspecting AT-AT, knocking it to the side and sending up a shower of sparks, and the commandos fired out a volley of shots at troopers and officers before ducking into cover.

At almost exactly the same time, Chewbacca and Aurek team opened fire as well. With different targets to aim for, Chewbacca elected to shoot out the knee of an AT-ST, and it fell over before exploding in a cloud of smoke.

A dozen or so stomtroopers fell in the fusillade of blaster fire, and then all the Rebels were behind cover as the Imperial battalions reacted.

Each had just taken fire from the direction of the other. Each had suffered casualties and taken hits.

And they’d just heard someone give a clear codeword. And when they looked in the direction of who could have been firing… all they saw were other Imperials.

Within seconds, blaster bolts were flying back and forth over the draw, as the Rebels began evacuating back down the way they’d come in. Leia flicked her comlink away from transmit mode, then nodded, and Han took out his own.

“They’re shooting,” he said.

“We’re far enough down the valley,” Rex pointed out. “We can run now, and we’ll need to – go!”

“Admiral Piett,” Vader said, his override codes cutting him on the Executor’s main viewscreen without preamble. “Your assistance is urgently needed. The Rebels have sprung a trap.”

“Lord Vader!” Piett replied, startled. “I thought – there were reports you were missing?”

“I was investigating the Rebel presence,” Vader retorted. “I am ordering immediate orbital bombardment, coordinates seven four two aurek nine, eight three six leth two.”

“But – I don’t understand-” Admiral Piett protested, glancing at the nearest reports.

They showed that firing was going on on the surface, and two defending battalions were already reporting losses.

“I do not require your understanding, Admiral, I require your compliance,” Vader said, his voice like iron. “If your mewling causes our defeat then you will have to answer to me personally.”

Piett could almost feel the forceful grip around his collar.

“Don’t just sit there!” he snapped, turning to the command pit. “Get a shield window ready and open fire!”

The Executor’s port turbolaser batteries opened fire, two volleys blasting into the sphere of the planetary shield, then a third one passed right through the now-open shield window and raised hell on the ground. The explosions hit like the mightiest ground artillery available to the Empire, raising huge plumes of smoke, and harried officers and ratings called reports back and forth.

“Correct north, fourteen,” Vader said, firmly.

“Correcting north fourteen!” one of the officers said, and the turbolasers spat fire again.

And destroyed the main shield dish in a fountain of explosions.

“What?” Piett demanded. “What just happened? Lord Vader, what is going on?”

The channel had already closed.

About ten seconds later, one of the Executor’s escort star destroyers opened fire on it, and Piett lost all track of what was happening.

“All wings report in,” Lando called, flicking a switch as the Falcon closed in on the Death Star, then frowned at his scanners as Wedge and Arvel and the others reported their squadrons ready.

“...well, I don’t know what’s going on there, but it sure looks like Han and the others have pulled something off,” he said.

There was some kind of battle going on in sector 3-7, what looked like an Imperial battlegroup tearing itself apart with turbolaser fire flashing back and forth in every direction and a boil of fighters trying to work out who was on what side. There was also a battle on the surface going on, one far more intense than anything Lando had expected the commandos to need to do.

Or be capable of.

“It looks like the Imperials are doing our job for us,” Nien suggested.

“Yeah, but we’ve still got a job to do,” Lando muttered. “Other squadrons on combat patrol; red group, gold group, all fighters follow me! Let’s pop that grenade!”

He shook his head. “And I thought rescuing Han was chaotic! I wonder who came up with this?”

#star wars #luke skywalker #darth vader #another bad day for palps #return of the jedi #leia organa #princess leia #chewbacca #han solo #admiral piett #lando calrissian #captain rex #Three Skywalker Plan

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speaknow-sw · 9 months ago

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𝓘𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓐𝒇𝒇𝓪𝓲𝓻

HEADCANONS FORM! Summary : in which you move in your new house in front of a very hot, very dad and very married man. But Anakin Skywalker is a gentle and caring neighbor. Gardenias appear in your garden and you befriended his wife. Soon enough you fit in this neighborhood though a little crush linger…

Ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ: mdni, dad! Anakin Skywalker, older married man, reader is 25 and Anakin’s 33, mentions of vaginal fingering, pining, cheating ?

AN : GUYS FIRST WORK !!! Okay actually very stressed to post this but I’m sure you’ll be indulgent. Please ? It’s just a part 1 tho idk when I’ll post part 2. Again I’m not fluent in English but please feel free to correct any error. The real stuff happens in part 2 cuz it’s just a plot installation. Hope y’all like my silly little idea.

You and Anakin met when you moved across the street. As a gentleman, he welcomed you and helped with all your boxes. One look and you both knew you were spiraling down an unforgivable path.

« Excuse me Miss. Do you need help ? » Anakin asked gently.

« Oh yes, thank you so much » you replied, blushing.

« Just moved in ? It’s a nice neighborhood. The name’s Anakin Skywalker. I live just across the street. » he pointed the white house with blue shutters in front of yours.

« Well, yes I’m moving in. I hope we’ll become good neighbors. » you smiled brightly.

« Don’t doubt it. You seem a lot nicer than old Palps who lived here before you, » he laughed placing a boxes on your counter. « He died of cardiac arrest in his daughter’s house. But around here we say he died strangled in his bitterness. » he joked.

« Seems like a lovely man. » you chuckled.

When he finished helping you he invited you over at his house where you met his lovely…wife, Padmé. As you talked with them a pair of toddlers ran down the stairs. Anakin presented them as Luke and Leia his kids. Adorable, you thought.

After that first day you crossed Anakin path a numerous time. Every morning you would leave for work around the same time giving each other a light « Hello » and a meaningful gaz, like electricity sparkling between you.

After some months like this, you strangely begun to see gardenias appearing in the back of your garden.

Sundays barbecue were a common gathering for your neighborhood. Mr. Kenobi, the barbecue king for the five previous years hosting every one of them. Him and his wife Satine were the sweetest people you’ve ever met. Like a good neighbor you attented every barbecues and gained a little group of friends consisting of Padmé, Satine and Breha Organa, the mayor wife’s.

You couldn’t help but stare at Anakin back as he was talking with the other dads. His broad shoulders draped in an olive t-shirt and his nice butt constricted in a cream pant. Ovulation cravings were getting out of hands. God…this man sense of fashion could kill you on the spot with how effortlessly handsome he was. A married man, older than you, with kids…but so sweet and manly… Only when you turned to help Breha you missed Anakin gazing at you from afar.

Soon enough, Satine ran out of sodas for the kids. The Skywalker twins, Elledi and Fiari Organa, Cal Kenobi and many more kids were running in the gardens like crazy little gremlins. Tired of hearing their little voices complaining about having a glass of Fanta you took the matter in your hands and said you could go to the store. Suddenly a voice echoed.

« I got packs of Fanta in the closet at home. » proposed softly Anakin.

« Wonderful, my dear why won’t you accompany Anakin in his house to retrieve the sodas instead of taking the car ? » said a cheerful Satine.

« Oh…hm…yes, yes I can do that… » you stuttered a bit shy.

« You’re coming ? » Anakin called, his keys tingling gently in his right hand.

Your gaze fixated on his veiny hands and his long fingers. Your mind went wild with how good his fingers would be buried inside your clenching pussy. Maybe they could even reach that little area deep into you where you see stars. Your arousal grew and soon you felt your cunt being wetter than ten minutes ago. Fantasizing about him as you walked behind him silently, you didn’t saw he stopped in front of you and crashed against his back.

« Hey, hey, hey, I gotcha. » you heard before feeling strong arms wrapping against your stumbling form. You blinked at him shocked by the whole situation directly from a bad Christmas rom-com.

« You okay, kid ? » asked Anakin his beautiful face ruined by a frown.

« Uh…yeah, m’great thanks to you… » you muttered as you felt heat crawling on your cheeks.

« Alright, here, the sodas are in this closet. » he pointed an open door under his stairs. You nodded looking right in his eyes as your breath hitched. Your gaze lowered at your joined chest as your breasts were pressed against his muscular pecs with how tight he was holding you. You felt his breath on your forehead and raised your head to look at him not without checking his lips. His hold on you tightened slightly and you flushed.

You darted your eyes around the house unable to held the eye contact and as you wandered through the furniture of the closet your eyes widened.

On the shelf beside a toolbox was placed a white gardenia similar at the ones which appeared on your gardens…

To be continued….

#hayden christensen #anakin skywalker #anakin x reader #obi wan kenobi #satine kryze #evie writes #james kelly #sam monroe #clay beresford #scott barringer #padme amidala #star wars #affair #illicit affairs

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xzaddyzanakinx · 1 year ago

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Fifteen: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink(Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, public/semi-public, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, masturbation, oral, PIV, dick piercing, forced orgasm, bondage/blindfolds, biting/slapping/spanking/cutting, rape kink, NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, Somno, blood, knife, Gunplay, mention of past rape, homophobic comments GEN. SMUT [All possible tags, not all apply]

Info: Ghost = kinky, your petty plans are interrupted, frat guys are the worst, if any male says 'tomcattin'' run, very, very fast; as a southern gal trust me on this one, sudden remembrance that Ghost is a criminal [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Date & Time

September 3rd, 11:45

“Wine coolers in the hot tub, yes ma’am.” Luke sighed, leaning back against the rounded wall right in front of one of the jets, letting it pelt his back.

“You can’t stay in for long Luke it’ll irritate your sunburn.” Your sister spoke up, snatching the vape from your hands and hitting it.

“I know that, mother.” He grumbled, enjoying it while he could despite the nagging. He looked over to you and rolled his eyes when he saw you texting what he assumed was Anakin.

“Seriously?” Luke whined, reaching out for your phone but you held it up and away from him with a scowl.

“Leave me be.” You huffed, “I’m plotting.”

“Plotting?”

“Yes. Your demise.” You grinned and smiled wider when your sister snorted and covered her mouth, the drunken giggles making it more funny than it was.

“Shut up. You’re sexting Anakin aren’t you?” Luke smirked, putting his arms up to rest on the lip of the hot tub.

“So what if I am?” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “You made me take a picture of you after you’d practiced flexing your non-existent abs.”

“Okay and?” Luke snapped, waving you off.

“And? You’re a whore just like me.” You smirked, laughing at Luke’s face. His mouth dropped open and he raised his eyebrows in feigned shock.

“That’s a low blow.” He shook his head.

“Mhm.” You nodded, finishing up your text and sending it off. “Like the one you gave Han under the dinner table?”

“Luke!” Lauren gasped, leaning forward and nearly tipping her drink into the bubbling water. “You did not!”

“Hey! Hey, shut it-“ He smacked at your shoulder with beet red cheeks.

“Well it was a low blow wasn’t it?” You giggled, your face almost sore from laughing at his spluttering voice as he tried to talk his way out of it.

“I told you that in confidence!” Luke muttered, embarrassedly shifting away from you to sulk.

“Shhh,” you reached over to pat his shoulder. “It’s nothing compared to what I’ve done.”

“Do tell.” Your sister prodded, shimmying her shoulders and giving you a cheeky expression.

“Absolutely not.” You broke out into a laugh, surprised at yourself for letting the alcohol loose your lips. “Shouldn’t have even said that.”

“I knew it.” Lauren said, scrunching up her nose and pointing at you. “I knew Ani was a freak. You owe me money Lukey.”

“What?” Your eyebrows pinched together in confusion. “You bet on my sex life?”

A sick feeling settled in the pit of your belly, rumbling and clawing at the sensitive little insecurities that resided there. You looked around you, scanning the tree line but not seeing the man you were looking for. Grabbing your phone you switched it off, your intuition telling you this wasn’t a conversation Ghost needed to hear.

“My husband SWEARS he saw Anakin walking into a sex shop a while back.” Your sister said, a prideful smile on her face. “Luke was with me when he mentioned it and Luke said ‘No way. He’s too calm.’ and I said that those are the ones you gotta watch out for.”

“So, Lukey owes me $5.00.” She clapped her hands once and rubbed her palms together.

“Did… are you sure?” You asked, your voice a bit louder than you meant it to be, so you dialed it back a bit. “Like he was for sure it was Anakin?”

“I mean… I wasn’t there. But he saw someone who dresses like him. Black hair, tall. Long sleeves though so didn’t see his tattoos.” You sister explained. “He only saw the back of him. But he was pretty sure it was him.”

“W-why didn’t you say something to me?” You asked, getting irritated at her nonchalance.

“I didn’t want to embarrass you!” She scoffed, “what’s your problem?”

“I- I don’t know… I’m sorry.” You shook your head and crossed your arms, taking another big swig of your drink. “How long ago was this?”

“I don’t know, a week or two? Something like that.” She shrugged, making eye contact with Luke nervously. “Why?”

“Nothing.” You said again, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “Nevermind.”

“I- I’m sorry. Did I make you upset?” Your sister asked, grimacing.

“No.” You shook your head, looking out over the lake at the warm orangey red reflected by the setting sun. “No… I just- I’m thinking too much into this.” You took another big swig of your drink and coughed from the bitterness.

“Oh no…” Luke said quietly, looking over at your sister and back to you as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “Hey, no. Don’t… there’s no reason to worry, Anakin isn’t like that. He loves you too much. He’s not that kind of guy.”

“I know that!” You huffed, leaning your head back in a deep groan. “But… you always said he was too good to be true! What- I mean he is a bartender.”

“Quit. You’re working yourself up over nothing sissy.” Lauren said, scooting closer to put an arm around you. “Maybe he just hasn’t found the right time to introduce… whatever it was he got. Or maybe it wasn’t even him! It’s okay.”

“Logically I know you’re right. But… but there’s something, I mean I’ve always felt like I wasn’t the best person for him,” you admitted sadly, thinking about your secret trysts with Ghost. “maybe he’s just finally figuring that out for himself.”

Could you have really been so caught up in your hidden life that you’d missed the signs of Anakin becoming more distant? He still always texted when he got home. He still always answered when you called. He still told you in detail about his shifts at work. You’d seen him turn a girl down twice.

It doesn’t make sense. Of course it doesn’t make sense, because Anakin would never do something like that. He would never act like you.

Pushing your guilt and shame onto him like this only heightened the insecurities, what if he is cheating because he suspects that you are?

“Aright, I think that’s enough.” Luke said, gently taking the beverage from your hand and sitting it aside. “Let’s go get some food in your belly, yeah?”

You nodded, standing up and letting the water drip off you for a moment before stepping out of the hot tub. You grabbed your phone and walked into the cabin without even wrapping your towel around you. Tipsy-stumbling into your room you grabbed shorts and a shirt along with a sweatshirt, going back to the bathroom to rinse off the chlorinated water with a quick shower.

Not bothering to wash your hair, you were in the middle of nowhere after all, you scrubbed up and rinsed off in record time. You hear a bit of noise and a soft thud before the shower curtain was ripped open and your face was grabbed by a leather hand.

Your natural instinct was to scream as your eyes widened in surprise, but hand had gripped you firmly beneath your cheekbones and over your mouth.

“Shhh- shut it. You outta be used to this by now.” Ghost grumbled, removing his hand only to smack you across the face with his other one.

“Where’s your phone?” He demanded, looking through your pile of clothes on the sink counter and finding it. “This isn’t ever supposed to be turned off. Do you understand me?” He said angrily, shutting off the water and pulling you out of the shower.

“Ghost! Be careful! Quiet, they’ll hear you.” You whispered, nervously glancing toward the door and yanking the towel off the rack to wrap around yourself.

“They won’t hear shit.” He said, nodding toward the door. “They’re still outside.”

He fumbled with your phone, switching it back on impatiently. Shaking it in front of your face when the screen lit back up.

“Never again.” He growled and grabbed the back of your neck, pushing you into the bathroom counter. With your phone tossed on the bathroom rug, he deftly unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock.

“Do you understand me?” He asked, smushing your face against the mirror with one hand, his other on your hip to steady himself as he drove his cock into you from behind. A deep groan escaping his lips when he sheathed himself fully into your warmth.

“I asked you a fucking question.” He grunted, thrusting into you at a ruthless pace. Your ragged breath fogging up the mirror and gathering condensation as you tried to form words.

“Understood.” You whimpered, quiet and meek.

“What’d you say to them?” He demanded, pulling your hair roughly to tilt your head back. The motion so quick that it made you dizzy, you fumbled to pull your towel back up as it started to slip but realized it was no use, you may as well just let it fall to the floor.

“N-nothin’. Didn’t say anything.” You shook your head unable to look at him in the mirror, unable to look at yourself for fear of seeing your anxiety reflected back at you.

“You lying bitch.” His hand left your hip, reaching into the back of his jeans to pull out his gun.

He stopped his quick thrusts and changed his grip on your head, his fingers digging into the tender flesh beneath your jaw, squeezing the sides of your throat. The tip of his cock slowly, deliberately, nudging your cervix. It was uncomfortable, feeling him so deeply in such an odd position. The sharp ledge of the bathroom sink pressed into the soft tissue of your lower stomach paired with his deep, brutal strokes had you wincing in pain on the ascent and moaning with pleasure as he slowly dragged himself back down again.

The blood rushing through you crescendoed into a deafening roar as it swirled behind your eardrums, his fingers squeezing so tightly around your neck that your vision went blurry.

“Tell.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “Now.”

The next thing you heard was the sound of the gun’s barrel spinning, his grip on your neck loosened just enough to let you breathe and restore your vision so you could see him clearly when he pressed the gun to your temple. His pointer finger running alongside the barrel.

“Didn’t say anything.” You squeaked, your hands clawing at the faux granite countertop.

*Shk* *click* *click* nothing.

“Six rounds.” He said sternly. “That’s five left and one of ‘em has a bullet with your name on it.”

“Y-you wouldn’t dare.” You whispered, your eyes wide open in fear as you stared at the black eyes and gaping maw in the mirror.

“Guess we’ll see won’t we?” He asked, continuing with his slow pace, rolling his hips against you. “You trusted me with it yesterday, you don’t look like you trust me now. Why’s that?” He asked mockingly.

“Cause… cause you’re mad.” You whimpered.

“Oh, my Doe.” He shook his head, the cold and stone hard emotional wall he had up let out the tiniest bit of the warm comfort he often radiated. “I’m not mad.”

“I’m…” He sighed, tsk’ing before reinforcing that concrete wall to shield you from his feelings. He nudged your temple with the gun again, cocking it back with his thumb.

“Why’d you turn it off? What’d you say that you didn’t want me to hear?” He demanded, pressing it harder into your skull.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You whimpered, eyebrows furrowing, trying to shake your head.

“Did you tell them about me?” His thrusts getting faster the angrier you made him.

“No!” You denied it quickly, thinking back to what he’d most likely heard before you switched off your phone.

“Really? Cause it sounded like you were getting ready to tell them all about how you love it when I treat you like a cheap whore.”* His words smacking you in the face with the weight of the mechanical timbre behind it.

*link to AI audio

“N-no no I swear I didn’t.” You said frantically, trying to steady yourself and plant your hands firmly on the sink’s edge. “I promise I didn’t.”

*shk* *click* *click* and… you’re still breathing.

“Four.” He grunted and relaxed his grip on your neck, your face turning a blue shade that he wasn’t a fan of as he realized he was actually choking you. You coughed, your eyes watering as you tasted a metallic tang in your mouth. You’d split open the cut on your lip again.

“I didn’t say anything about you Ghost I promise I didn’t.” you heaved, sucking in deep half-breaths as he continued to plow into you.

“Then what was it?” He started to yell and remember where he was, quieting himself and stopping his movements to listen for any sign that Luke and your sister had heard him.

“It was Anakin.” You wheezed, “I wasn’t talking ‘bout you. I was talking ‘bout Anakin.”

Ghost laughed, a big hearty chuckle, the chin of his mask touching his chest as he lowered his head and the gun momentarily. He cleared his throat and continued on with his line of questioning after he’d collected himself.

“M’kay, what’d you say about him then Doe?” He asked, languidly thrusting into you, the gun pointed at you through the mirror instead of directly at you.

“I was just… projecting I think.” You said, your eyes darting away from his.

“Mmm?”

“Don’t… it’s not a big deal. It’s fine, I’m over it.” You lied as if you’d been able to easily banish the thoughts from your mind.

“It’s not fine. I know you.” He said angrily, tapping the mirror with the tip of his gun. “Look at yourself.”

“Ghost- it’s really…” you scowled suddenly, realizing you weren’t the only one who deserved to be questioned. “How did you get Anakin’s ring?”

“I stole it.” He answered automatically and turned the gun back to you again, moving it slowly and he twisted his wrist to tuck the barrel beneath your chin. “I’m asking questions. Not you.”

*shk* *click* *click *snap*

His leathered middle finger and thumb slipped past each other, his middle finger snapping against the meaty space where his thumb connected to his palm, making you jump and eliciting another chuckle from Ghost.

“Three. You really want to risk more? You’re at half way Doe.” He taunted you as he trailed the cool metal down your neck, stopping to nudge your stiff right nipple before continuing its journey to the heated, swollen bundle of nerves nestled between your puffy folds.

“Shhh, listen.” He said in a low tone, letting you hear the soft *tik* as he hit the safety on the pistol. “Hate to hurt my pussy before I’m through with her.”

The sight along the top ridge of the pistol was just a tiny bump along the smooth metal barrel, but it felt heavenly against your hot to the touch clit as it throbbed and begged for attention. His hips pistoned forward, his thighs smacking yours while he rubbed that dangerously delicious bump in circles over your clit.

A sinful moan left your lips, your eyes rolling back in your head as a wave of goosebumps so intense that it prickled all the way up to your cheeks, passed over you when he lodged himself deep inside and rutted up into you.

“Dirty little girl aren’t you? You like this?” He laughed, tapping the barrel against you to make you flinch before resuming the movement that had your head spinning.

“N-no.” You squeaked, through your clenched teeth that mirrored the firm squeeze your cunt gave his cock as it pulsed around him.

“So you are a liar.” His deep voice rumbling in his chest.

“Uh-uh.” You shook your head, biting your lip and sucking on the wound leaking a droplet a blood into your mouth. “Love it.”

“Fuck.” He groaned, feeling like his legs would give out after hearing your admission. “Christ, babydoll.” He moaned, a fresh gush of your wetness coating his length as he struggled to keep hold of his sanity.

Ghost wanted nothing more than to consume you. It was a feeling he hadn’t ever felt before. A burning desire for something more intimate than sex. More intimate than a tender kiss. He was inside you yes, but in that moment even that wasn’t enough. He wanted to devour you, he wanted to flay his ribcage open and shove you inside, even then he wasn’t sure that would be enough.

He thought he loved you before. He thought that deeply rooted need for you was the most powerful love capable of being felt. But he reminded himself in that moment that you were a goddess after all and you’d finally opened up the gate to your own slice of heaven and invited him to push it farther and farther until he could walk in and plant himself there for eternity.

That’s what faith is right? An all consuming desire for more, more, more. To be the best, to be worthy, to be loved. And just trusting blindly that it will eventually be returned? Is this what he was meant to feel when his mother dragged him to church as a kid? Is this feeling what they meant by ‘bask in the glory of god’s love’?

Because this must be what it feels like to love and be loved by a goddess. He was certain of it.

It was an all encompassing feeling that was so intense that he stopped moving completely and squeezed his arms around you as tight as humanly possible, maybe even akin to the strength of something a little less than human and a bit closer to beast. His breath was hot, heavy and ragged. His embrace so tight that it pushed the air from your lungs in a squeaky wheeze, he didn’t stop there. He kept going until his arms were shaking from the strain on his muscles and the pressure of it popped your back in a surprisingly good way.

Only then did he slowly unfurl his arms. He’d unknowingly used you to give himself a temporary compression vest; the kind that calms the nervous system with deep pressure therapy. He felt so much, so quickly that it had completely overrode his ability to function correctly.

For the first time in his life, Anakin Skywalker had fawned.

“Can you be really, really fucking quiet?” He panted, moving you even before you could whimper out a pitiful yes. He guided you onto the floor, too hazy with lust to care about anything but getting as close to you as he possibly could.

“Hold ‘em.” He said, tapping the side of your leg with his slick coated pistol. “Just like that.” Ghost groaned staring down at you as you wordlessly begged for him to dick you down like you so desperately needed him to.

With the crooks of your knees in your hands you pulled your legs to your chest and out to the sides, prying yourself open for him.

“Holy shit.” He breathed out, looking at the creamy mess between your legs. “I thought you were wet when I fucking raped you. You should see yourself right now.”

“Let’s see…” he said, taking his cock in his left hand to stroke slowly while he used the tip of the gun to slide over your puffy folds and nudge your clit again.

The cold metal circled your entrance and it took every ounce of self control you had not to scream out when he pressed the barrel past your pussy lips, plunging it as deep as the trigger.

*shk* *click* *click* “Goddamnit are you-“

He looked down at you in a state of awe as he watched you cum. Your stomach tensed so tightly he could see the individual muscles pulling beneath your soft flesh. He didn’t even care that you were letting out a devastating moan, long, breathy and drawn out. Unmistakable for anything other than pure, absolute, bliss.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” He growled, gently removing the barrel before plunging his thick length into its rightful place. He carelessly wiped the pistol on the side of your face just to humiliate you, but you were too out of it to care.

“Gods you’re beautiful.” Ghost spoke in a strained voice, even through the voice modifier it was noticeable. “So beautiful.”

“Takin’ me so well in this little fucked out pussy. Lettin’ me do what I want.” He whined, slipping his hands beneath you to grip your shoulders. His upper body keeping your legs pinned back so far that your knees touched the ground on either side of you. You felt him so deep, so extremely deep inside of you that if you weren’t already on cloud nine he would’ve sent you to an early grave.

“Gods, you sound so pretty... please shut up.” He panted, straining to cover your mouth from the awkward position his arms were in beneath you. “Shh, shut the fuck up. Please.”

“So wet. Squeezin’ me so tight. I’m gonna cum Doe,” Ghost’s hips thrust erratically, sloppily driving into you, pounding you down into the floor. “Want me to cum inside, huh? Be my little cumslut?” He grunted, the forehead of his mask tucked into the crook of your neck.

“Nasty bitch. Gettin’ fucked on the bathroom floor, loaded gun in your pussy and you just cum like the goddamn whore you were meant to be.” His hips driving into you in a way that made you feel him in your guts, but even that wasn’t good enough for Ghost he needed to be closer despite already cradling your folded body beneath him.

“Giving you a proper dickin’ aren’t I?” He chuckled, “too stupid to talk.”

“Mhm.” You breathed out from under his palm, just taking what he was giving without complaint because… what was there to complain about? He was giving you everything you needed and more.

The front door open and shut, the drunken slurring of Luke and your sister floating muffled and distorted beneath the bathroom door. Your nostrils flaring in panic, but Ghost kept going, shaking his head no.

“Almost.” He whined quietly, rutting into you at an unreasonable rate, only slowing when he pumped his load inside you, thick, creamy white mixing with your slick to make the most disgustingly gorgeous sounds possible.

“I… I will be back.” He panted, quickly pulling out and not bothering to even clean himself up as he fixed his clothes.

“Kisses.” He tapped the cheek of his mask with his pistol, waiting for you to give him a peck there before he tucked it away and stood you up on unsteady feet.

“I love you,” he squeezed your upper arms in his big hands, sliding his palms down the back of your arms to fold your fingers over his, holding them in place with his thumbs and bringing them to his ‘mouth’ to kiss. A gesture that sparked a nostalgic feeling in your stomach.

“Better clean up, we have shit to do.” He grunted, dropping your hands he hoisted himself up and swung one long, lanky leg out the window so he could land clumsily on his feet and jog behind the cabin and out of sight where he’d stashed his backpack, which happened to be a bit heavier than usual that night.

Diary Entry: September 4th

I’ve never been more happy. My life just keeps getting better and better and it’s all thanks to you. I can’t even be mad that I didn’t get an answer from you. Jesus Christ.

Never in all my gross little fantasies did I imagine I would be fucking my girlfriend with a pistol. Good fucking lord I’m so goddamn lucky. It’s truly a miracle, this is something of bucket list pipe-dream. Now if only I could get rid of the thoughts that came after. Those aren’t ones I would be willing to share for fear you’d ship me off to a freak farm for an extended stay. Honestly I’m a bit concerned now, after that.

I’m supposed to take you over to commit some level crime (not real crime). How can I survive seeing that after what I’ve just done with you? I’m not supposed to ravage you in the woods, but I might end up doing that. Though at this point I’m almost positive you’d be willing to let me. Maybe I will.

Gods I don’t know anything other than I love you… and I need to be headed back toward your cabin within the next hour.

Maybe I don’t need to be afraid of telling you who I am anymore. That would feel so… relieving. Despite my best efforts it really does eat away at me on the rare occasion. I’m stressed out, I’ve kept this up for way longer than I originally planned. I love it, the separation makes it easier on me mentally. The fear of rejection is almost obsolete. Ghost is capable of things with you that would be relatively impossible for Anakin. I’ve been the best man I could be, everything you deserve and more. But now it will all seem like a sham to you won’t it? After being Mr. Perfect I’ve ruined my opportunity to be a regular guy who’s made a few questionable choices.

I am that guy. I’m a good person. A good man.

But I am also Ghost. I am both. I don’t think it’s sustainable to be separate beings for much longer.

Date & time

September 4th, 12:27 Am

A tap-tap-tap on the glass of your window caught your attention, turning your head you saw the familiar plastic mask you’ve become so oddly attached to. Zipping up your black jacket you opened up the window and stepped up onto the nightstand beside the bed, much less gracefully than Ghost had done before. His leathered hands gripped your forearm and helped you pull yourself out of the window. Ghost thrust your very own small backpack in your hands.

“Hey! When did you grab this?” You asked with a tinge of annoyance. “Where’s all the stuff that was in it?”

“Chill out would you?” Ghost huffed, closing your window but leaving a small rock inn the tracks at the bottom to allow the both of you reentry later. “It’s in the top drawer of the dresser in there.”

“Ew.” You grumbled while following closely behind him. “Apparently you don’t know me as well as you seem to. You’d know I hate putting my things in places like that. Who knows what else has been in there!”

“Oh my god. You’re impossible.” He scoffed, reaching behind him to grab the back of your neck to pull you forwards to walk beside him. “I put it all in a gallon ziploc baggie. I do know you that well. Don’t ever doubt that again. Understand?” His tone was clearly annoyed, his body language changing slightly to a more guarded stance.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, receiving a grunt of acceptance.

You walked in silence, after a few hundred yards he finally relaxed again, slipping his arm over your shoulders instead of the iron grip he had previously on your neck. He rubbed your upper arm, as if apologizing through the comforting motion.

“Here’s the plan: We stake it out for a bit, see if anyone there smokes so-“

“Why would it matter if one of them smokes?” You interrupted him.

“I’m sorry, would you like to be in charge?” His ‘question’ dripping with condescension, tilting his head toward you with a small disapproving head shake. “As I was saying, We’ll need to see if anyone smokes. That way we will know how much time we have before someone comes outside.”

His head turning toward you again when you let out a soft ‘Oh.’ Of realization. He made a noise in his throat like he had expected you to say something snarky instead.

“After that we’ll start with the TP around the house, silly string the trees… then we’ll move on to chalking their cars. We’ll do it in that order.” He said firmly.

“Why? I figured we’d do the cars first, won’t they be closer?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing.

“Yes. That’s exactly why we’ll be doing them last.” He said with a nod. “Why would we start at the end of our route? We’ll be leaving the way we come in. Easier escape if they come out, you know?”

“Oh… yeah okay.” You nodded, giving him a suspicious look.

Although you knew he was a delinquent, it still surprised you when there were these moments of clarity. These were the moments when you realized he actually was a real criminal and not just someone playing a part. It was easy to forget all the things he’d done to you, all the horrendously illegal acts he’d committed just to gain entry into your life. He made himself so likable that it was startling even when it shouldn’t be.

“Mhm. That’s why I’m in charge of this operation and you’re not.” He chuckled, squeezing your shoulder affectionately.

“How do you know this stuff?” You asked in an accusatory tone.

“I have a colorful resume.” He shrugged his shoulders and dismissed it but you weren’t satisfied with such a vague answer.

“Ghost?” You asked in a softer, less hostile tone. “Have you ever stalked anyone before me?”

“What?” He asked, stooping you abruptly by throwing out his arm across your chest. He turned to face you directly, keeping a pointed finger centered on your sternum. “You know better than that.”

“Why would you ask me something like that Doe?” He asked, a hint of pain in his strained voice. “No, no I’ve never… I wouldn’t. I’ve never felt this strongly for someone in my entire life. I risked everything for you and I continue to do so every time I come in contact with you. Do you think I’d do that for anyone else?”

“Wait- hold on I didn’t mean anything by it Ghost I’m sorry.” You grabbed his wrist in a gentle grip to attempt to ground him. You didn’t think he’d be so offended by the question considering how he answered your previous inquiry. ‘Colorful resume’ seems like the kind of thing one might label stalking under.

“What did you mean then?” He asked, stepping closer to you.

“I just… I guess I’m curious. I mean can you really blame me?” You asked carefully trying to navigate the conversation. “You know so much about illegal things.”

“Just because I’m good at it doesn’t mean that I’ve done it before.” He grumbled. “I researched, I studied. Just like you would do to get information on anything else.”

“I’ve never loved anyone like I love you, I know what I’ve done is wrong. I’ve admitted that before.” He said it like he’d expected you to forget his transgressions the moment he apologized for them.

“I have no reason to lie about this. I’ve lied about… that’s beside the point okay? I’ve lied about stuff before but it was only to protect you as well as my identity and its not like I enjoyed it!” He raised his voice slightly, pulling you along with him as he restarted your trek along the lakeshore.

“You’re right, you’re right I’m sorry Ghost.” You said ashamedly, feeling bad for questioning him. You realized now that it would’ve sounded like an insult or a straightforward accusation to him.

“I shouldn’t have asked you that. I don’t really think-“ You paused, hearing him take a deep breath. “I guess I should say that I didn’t actually think you’ve stalked someone before.”

“I don’t like that word you know.” He said, the voice changer crackling from the quietness of his words. “Stalking makes it sound bad. What I did or do, it’s not stalking. Stalking conveys harm. I’m the last person on earth who would hurt you. I watch you.”

“I suppose you’re right about that.” You nodded, understanding his approach. Stalking definitely was what he was doing, but it also definitely held a really negative connotation which didn’t fit the situation entirely, maybe in the beginning but certainly not now.

“I know I’m right.” He grumbled, shaking his head at you in disappointment. You couldn’t help but chide yourself for ruining the more upbeat mood you’d started off the night with.

“I- okay you know what?” He sighed taking your hand in his and lacing your fingers together. “I’ve never ‘stalked’ anyone but you. But there’s other stuff. I’m so good at ‘this stuff’,” He air quoted. “Because I’ve got a juvenile record for a few small time crimes. Theft, Break and Enter, Assault.”

“Ah-“ He stopped you by clapping his unoccupied hand over your mouth when he heard you breath in sharply. “Not sexual assault. I beat someone up because they saw me doin’ something I didn’t want them to see.”

“Oh, well… okay that makes me feel better.” You nodded, believing him because- well why not? He was willingly sharing this information with you. He felt the need to explain himself and he was finally sharing some real personal information, possibly identifying information. Although there was one thing that made you doubt the truth in his confession. “So, why the rape kink then? And that’s not me accusing you of lying, I’m just genuinely curious.”

He chuckled, surprised yet strangely proud that you were brave enough to question that. “Good girl. See? I’ve made you a brave little Doe haven’t I? I figured you’d straight up not believe me.”

“I have no reason to think you lied about it. I mean, I know what you’ve done to me.” You trailed off, suddenly rethinking your choices to trust his word. He had sexually assaulted you in many ways on many occasions even if you didn’t admit it to yourself. Even though you didn’t want to see it that way, that’s the truth. “You told me about it, showed me pictures, so I guess i don’t have a reason to doubt you.”

“That’s one way to look at it I suppose.” He shrugged, swinging his arm back and forth as he held your hand. “Well anyway, I watched a bunch of horror movies when I was a kid. I had unchecked access to the internet and my mom didn’t check my rentals from the Blockbuster.”

“Rented some horror movie with a cheerleader in it when I was like eight, had some really brutal scene in it but, it was the first time I saw a girl naked so I think I traumatized myself. So, its really not my fault.” He didn’t sound the least bit ashamed at the admission but you can’t really blame him can you? You enjoyed what he’d done, you thought it was hot when you realized why you’d been so ridiculously horny for so long.

“I mean…” You laughed a little bit, unable to come up with a good response to this new bit of information you’d managed to dig out of him.

“Mhm.” He chuckled, “Any questions? I know you have some.” You could just imagine the grin on his face from the tone of his voice. It was clear he was elated that you took his word for gospel.

“Why’d you steal stuff? Break into peoples houses?” You had a third question, but refrained from asking for fear of being a bit insensitive and possibly a tad ignorant. Not everyone steals because of necessity.

“I don’t know.” He said with a small laugh. “No reason really, I guess just because I could.”

“That’s s-“

“Stupid? Yeah it was.” He laughed, the sound mechanical but with a rich timbre that was warm, hearty.

“So the guy you assaulted. What’s that all about?” You asked, looking out over the lake to appreciate the beautiful night waters while you listened to him talk.

“Right.” He sighed, his hand snaking beneath his mask to scratch his neck anxiously. “Well here’s the thing: I made some mistakes. I know that. I knew it then too.”

He looked down, shoving his unoccupied and jittery hand in his pocket before kicking a pebble into the lake, disrupting the serenity of the black liquid. He took a deep breath and tilted his head up to the sky, letting it out through his nose in an effort to reach into his mind and come up with something that didn’t sound as bad as it actually was.

“Alright, I was a weird kid. Believe it or not.” He chuckled nervously, trying to use a bit of self deprecating humor to lighten up the subject. “I won’t go into too much detail, because I personally don’t like to think about it and I’m sure you won’t want to think about it.”

“The long and short of it is this: I was 14 and I hurt some… thing. I was mean.” He admitted, skillfully being as vague as he possibly could. “The guy, some kid I went to middle school with, it was his dad that saw me. So I realized I couldn’t talk myself out of it, you know since he was an adult.”

“Well we lived in a subdivision and there was a big dumpster toward the back entrance, that’s where I was.” He audibly swallowed, you could tell by the way his grip on your hand changed that his palms were sweating beneath his gloves.

“Someone had thrown out some furniture, sawed a janky old table up to make it fit in the dumpster. So I grabbed one of the wood pieces and swung it at him.”

“If I didn’t have a real good lawyer and a therapist behind me they would’ve charged me with attempted murder.” He said in a softer voice, apologetic as he spoke.

“I was just scared. He was yellin’ and he was a big dude and I wasn’t the most buff kid on the block.” He said with a slight laugh, giving you a half glance as if he were afraid to see your expression.

“I… I’m sorry that happened.” Your words surprised him so much that he needed you to repeat them. So you did.

“Why?” He asked in confusion.

“Sounds like you just needed some help.” You replied with a sad smile.

In reality, Ghost was one hundred percent in the wrong, you knew that. Despite his age at the time, what he told you and didn’t tell you were both obvious crimes. He may have been 13 but he admitted he knew it was wrong even then.

He wasn’t apologetic because he felt bad about it. He was apologetic because he hated that you had to hear it.

The information wasn’t a groundbreaking story, nor was it an earth shattering revelation that you would’ve never expected to hear from him. Were you surprised he’d shared the information with you? Absolutely, but, surprised about the content? Not at all.

You had more questions.

What was the ‘something’? Why was he there? Why did he do it? What exactly did he do? It must’ve been something serious for him to reflexively clock a grown man with a wooden plank. None of those were questions you really wanted to ask though. You were curious, just not curious enough to willingly soil your gold plated version of him if you didn’t have to.

“Did you get charged for the other thing?” You asked, thinking that might be enough to quench the curiosity.

“No I didn’t.” He shook his head. “My lawyer handled it. I didn’t go to Juvy either like I should’ve.” He clicked his tongue, kicking at another rock. “Some how the lady got the judge to agree to me ‘serving’ out my time in a state school for little shitheads. I spent 8th through 10th grade with kids who were just as bad or worse than I was. Summers doing ‘volunteer’ work, which is just legal jargon for unpaid child labor.”

“I guess the state thought if I was too tired from digging ditches and doing grunt work, then I’d be less inclined to reoffend.” He shrugged, crouching down in front of you when he saw you were getting a bit tired of walking.

You climbed up, holding onto his shoulders and letting him hoist you up on his back. Those strong hands of his gripping the backs of your thighs.

“Did it work?” You asked, resting your chin atop his head.

“Well I certainly haven’t hit anyone with any furn- er well a piece of a table since then.” He laughed nervously, thankful you couldn’t see the horribly worried look he had on his face.

“So when did you do all the breaking and entering? Before or after?” You asked.

“Both.” He said simply.

You could tell the conversation was wearing on him in a way that seemed unpleasant. You didn’t want him to have a dampened mood just because you’d pried to hard. This was immense progress, he’d never shared this much about himself before and you didn’t want to ruin the chance of it happening again.

You allowed the flow of exchange to trickle into a complete stop. Letting him piggyback you in silence while you finally took an opportunity to scan your surroundings. When you did, you realized just how far you’d walked, you could see your cabin from across the lake, caddy-cornered to your current position but it wouldn’t be much longer until you were staring staring at it from in front of your target.

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“Alright, hop down baby Doe.” He patted your hip, motioning you to crouch down behind the bushes with him to survey the area and figure out a time frame in which you could safely trash the place.

“How long will we wait?” You asked, grabbing his wrist for balance.

“Thirty minutes should do it.” He said quietly, watching the front door and the movement in the soft yellow lighting filtering through the curtains in the cabin. “Most people, especially if they’re drunk, chain smoke or at the very least every fifteen to thirty minutes.”

“You smoke don’t you?” You asked him and he tilted his head toward you with a light laugh.

“Yeah I do. How’d you know?” He asked, you could hear the smile in his voice.

“You taste like it sometimes.” You admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Aright Doe.” Ghost nodded, “what brand?”

“Huh?” You looked at him with confusion, how in the hell were you supposed to know that?

“C’mon. I know you’ve smoked before. They all taste different.” He teased, turning his attention back to the front door. “Menthol or regular?”

“Regular.”

“Good, that one was easy.” He laughed, nodding for you to go ahead with your next guess.

“Marlboro Red.” You said with a grin.

“Damn. Look at you, fuckin’ creep.” He laughed and reached over to squeeze your knee.

“I only know that cause of A- er well, never mind.” You cut yourself off, scowling at the fact you’d almost mentioned Anakin in front of him. Anakin had already unknowingly salted your mood earlier in the night and there was no reason to rehash that unsavory moment now.

“Oh, right.” Ghost nodded, shifting slightly to kneel. He pulled his phone from his pocket, turning the screen away from you before slipping it back in his pocket. “Let’s go babydoll.” He whispered, pulling you up by your arm.

“Need to piss before we toss this toilet paper all over the place?” He handed you a roll from his backpack with a childish giggle.

“No thank you.” Shaking your head he motioned for you to crouch down again, staying low and out of sight from the window. The closer you got to the cabin, the louder the music inside grew.

“Wanna look inside?” He asked as he tapped your shoulder, “See what a boy sleepover looks like?”

“Bet they’re all half naked, pillow fightin’ and giggling like school girls.” He snickered at the way you had to stop yourself from laughing out loud.

Raising up from your hiding spot you peeked in the window through a tiny sliver of space in between the curtains. Inside were the group of frat boys that had pestered you earlier in the day. Although they were not having a lusty pillow fight, they were doing something just as bad, maybe worse.

“Ah! Oh my god.” You squeaked and covered your eyes, turning away quickly.

“What? Did they see you?” Ghost gripped your upper arm and moved you out of the way to have a look for himself, his hand poised and at the ready to pull out his knife. Instead, he snorted and fell to his hands and knees. “Shit, sorry I should’ve looked first.”

“I’ve heard of strip poker, but I’ve never heard of strip pong.” You shivered, knowing you’d never be able to erase that tainted image from your brain. Four mostly nude guys playing beer pong was not on your list of deviant activities for the night.

“C’mon. This just proves they deserve it, huh?” He stood up and dusted himself off, poking his head around the corner to makes sure the coast was clear. “Oh, almost forgot.” He said, pulling your pink silk handkerchief from his back pocket.

“Let me put this on you, just in case.” Lifting it up and tying it around the lower half of your face.

“Do I look the part?” You teased, one hand on your hip and the other holding up the roll of TP like a football.

“Oh yeah.” He laughed, “Giving Thelma and Louise a run for their money.”

“Shut up.” You giggled and followed him to the back of the cabin where he gave you a designated spot to stand while he ran back to the front.

Soon enough you saw a roll sailing through the air toward you, followed by two more. After hitting the ground and unfurling a bit more you picked one up and tossed it back over the cabin, repeating the process until all six of the rolls he’d brought with him were strewn across the roof of the small cabin.

You heard a sharp ‘woo-hoo’ whistled out into the night, following the sound to the side yard where Ghost tossed a can of silly string the size of a hairspray can to you. You watched for a minute, just smiling at the way he was so happily running in circles around a tree, spraying in one continuous string until the trunk was sufficiently silly-strung.

It was like watching a kid go to a playground for the first time. He was treating this like a play date at the monkey bars, hopping around with a spray can in each hand to aim as high as he could.

“What are you waiting for?” He asked, sounding a bit winded from his sudden burst of the human zoomies.

“Just… watching.” You grinned, grateful he couldn’t see just how big that smile you were hiding was.

He sprinted toward you, holding out both cans, spraying you with them as he chased you through the yard to the other side, where he hadn’t gotten any of the trees yet.

“Ghost!” You squealed when he caught up to you and pulled you to the ground with him. “Quit it! You’re gonna get us caught!”

“No. You’re the one screaming.” He laughed, hovering over you with his hands planted firmly on the ground at either side of your head.

“Not my fault.” You grumbled as he helped you back up, dusting your clothes off for you which was really just an excuse to grope your ass.

“Well it’s not my fault either.” He said, snaking his arms around your waist. “It’s just so cute when you run from me.”

He gave you a soft smack on the ass before sending you off to work on the remaining trees in the yard, leaning against the side of the cabin. It was his turn to watch. He liked seeing this side of you, a little adventurous, dipping your pinky toe into danger but still the same sweet girl he fell in love with.

“Next up.” He tossed the empty silly string cans into a pile in the front yard near the porch steps, replacing the one in your hand with a can of washable spray chalk.

“I call the truck.” He said, pointing toward a huge white Dodge Ram. He waved you off to take care of the two smaller vehicles.

Ghost took his time with red chalk paint to graffiti a tiny dick with a massive set of balls on the hood of the truck, it might be 12 year old boy humor but it still made you laugh. That’s all it should’ve done. Give you a giggle.

A graffiti dick shouldn’t really provoke intense thought should it?

It reminded you of how Anakin always said guys with obnoxious trucks were ‘compensating’ for a small dick. A weird coincidence, or maybe you were just still subconsciously thinking of Anakin and how he’d made you upset, so your brain was just selecting things that you associated with him and making them stick out to you.

You didn’t have too much time to think on it however because while you were busy painting the little grey Mazda with random doodles, Ghost had gotten the two of you in a bit of a pickle. He’d taken the time to consider smoke breaks, but frat boys are unpredictable off-paper. Mixing alcohol and stupidity often leads to unexpected activities and generally unwise ideas. In this case it seemed your group of targets had decided it was a really great idea to take a post midnight dip in the lake.

“Hey, what the hell is this?” One of them drunkenly laughed out loud after stepping out into the grass barefooted.

You heard Ghost’s boots crunch on the gravel before you felt his big arms scooping you and your bag up, packing you to the woods edge. He sat you down as gently as he could during his panicked scramble.

“Which one of you fuck-heads spray painted my truck?” A different guy who sounded familiar, possibly the one who’d spoken directly to you, yelled at his group of friends. He clumsily jogged over to his vehicle and climbed up on the driver side wheel to assess the damage. He laughed, thinking it was funny until he realized his friends were all denying responsibility.

“Wasn’t me man. We’ve all been inside with you for the last two hours dude.”

“Brandon! It was you wasn’t it?” The white truck guy hopped down from the tire and stumbled over toward his friend group.

“What? No!” Brandon yelled, shoving his friend away from him with a sloppy swing of his left arm.

“Chill out, it wasn’t anyone here.” The only one of the group who I sounded a bit more sober than the rest. “I know for a fact it wasn’t Brandon. He was chucking his guts in the bathroom for an hour and then he was playing pong.”

“Well who the hell was it then?”

Meanwhile Ghost was holding you still behind the bushes, trying to figure a way out of the situation he’d put the two of you in. He had just wanted some quality bonding time with you, outside your apartment and all had went swimmingly up till these drunken fools ruined it for him. He couldn’t just stand up and walk off, they were too close, especially white truck guy. There was not way he was willing to put you in harm’s way like that.

“Alright doe, just stay quiet.” He said, his voice low and dropping in and out of the filter.

“Ghost, lets just go." You whispered, tugging on his arm.

He grumbled, grabbing both you wrists and pinning you down. “Shut your goddamn mouth stupid bitch."

“Did you hear that?” One of the guys slurred, the voice coming closer along with a few separate pairs of footsteps.

Ghost held his hand over your mouth to keep you from nervously rambling. These frat boys posed no real threat for Ghost in a one on one, but there was a group of them and they were wasted, which meant they were a threat to you.

“Listen, I’m sure whoever it was is long gone now.” The least drunk one shouted out to the rest of the group that had begun to walk your way. “We’ll clean up in the morning.”

“I’m not cleaning shit!” White truck guy yelled back to him. “I didn’t do this, I’m not cleaning it up.”

“Adam calm down, it was probably just some kids.”

“Don’t tell me to calm down! They spray painted my fucking truck, Wyatt!” Adam shouted, stomping around the vehicles, crouching down to look beneath them for any clues.

“Maybe those girls will help, you know the ones from across the lake?” Adam suggested, thinking maybe the suggestion would calm his friend down, not realizing there was an angry Ghost bristling with irritation at the mere mention of you and your sister.

“Fuck ‘em.” Adam grumbled picking up a long stick to poke around in the brush surrounding the edge of the yard. “Those bitches are probably in on it.”

“C’mon man don’t be like that. They didn’t do this, you're just mad they didn’t wanna fuck.” Brandon laughed.

Ghost gripped you a bit tighter as he listened to them. He could call you a bitch, he meant it affectionately but these guys didn’t have that privilege. They don’t know you, they don’t have any right to call you anything, let alone feel entitled to the opportunity to lay their hands on you. Or your sister for that matter.

“So what?” Adam said angrily, “They were just actin’ coy cause that queer kid was there.”

“Just didn’t want the little fag to feel bad that they were dick magnets and he wasn’t.” Another one of the boys joined in, each word from their mouths making Ghost’s blood boil a bit hotter and make your stomach churn a little more.

“Bet I could go down there and get sweet cheeks in bed with me, make her clean this shit up in the morning before I drive her back over there.” Adam cackle laughed, throwing the driver side truck door open the keys already in the ignition judging by the way the interior lights turned on along with the beep of the indicator light.

“Sweet cheeks?” Ghost muttered, “They’re talkin’ bout you. See? This is why I don’t like you going places without me!”

“What if I wasn’t here, huh? What if these assholes rolled up and it was just you and your sister?” He whispered angrily.

“Luke would-”

“Luke would do his best, he would. But he doesn’t carry a weapon now does he?” He snapped back at you.

“No.” You answered quietly, muffled behind his hand. You definitely understood where he was coming from, but also not really. You went places without him all the time, of course he was always aware of your location and now he was aware of your audible conversations too. But, he wasn’t always there physically.

“That’s right. Now get ready to run.” He said quickly, shifting his weight to lift himself to his knees.

“What?” You said in a panicked voice, eyes wide with a sudden streak of fear.

“Just do what I say and it’ll be fine Doe.”

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“Remember that uh, that one chick from East Greene?” Brandon said, nudging his friend in the side.

“Oh! Yeah, yeah the redhead we did poppers with?” Adam laughed, jumping back down from his truck, shutting the truck door for the time being, the annoying dinging coming from inside the cab finally coming to a halt.

“Mhm, that’s not what I remember her for.” Brandon clapped him on the back, “What’d we call it? ‘Redhead n’ Spread’.”

“Hey, let’s not talk about that.” Wyatt cut in, trying to stop the conversation before it went too far. “Someone wasn’t there remember?” He nodded over to his right at a skinny, short guy in pastel golf shorts.

“Aw Zach ain’t gonna say nothin’.” Adam shushed him, “Not if we bring him with us tonight.”

“Tonight? What’s going on tonight?” Wyatt asked him with a bit of confusion.

“Going tomcattin’.” Adam grinned, laying on his faint southern accent just a little bit thicker.

“Shit, alright.” Wyatt laughed, bouncing on the heels of his feet excitedly. “Let's get Zachary fully initiated.”

“No way, really?” Zach spoke up, hearing the tail end of the conversation. “I thought I still had another week left?”

“Not if you tomcat with us.” Adam said, cracking open a new beer. The group seemed to have completely forgotten the mess you and Ghost had made, obviously more interested in the plans they were making.

“Alright, well I’m not a good ol’ boy like you.” Zach snickered. “What the fuck is tomcattin’?”

“Well, youngin’.” Adam threw his arm around his friends shoulder and leaned in, poking him in the chest with his pinky finger before upturning the beer in the same hand to pour into Zach’s mouth while he explained. “ Tomcattin’ is when some eligible bachelors such as ourselves, go prowl for a bitch, or well, I suppose we outta call ‘em a kitty shouldn’t we?”

His buddies howled out in drunken laughter at his horribly offensive, demeaning joke. Now, they were talking about something Ghost couldn’t excuse or dismiss. It’s one thing to have a wandering eye. If he were to jab out the eyes of every man who looked your way, half the city would be eligible for a service dog. But this, this was different. This was a threat, not just the drunken ramblings of some idiot, this was clearly something this group, or at the very least, Adam, did more than once.

“What’d ya say? Ready to corner a kitty?” Wyatt smacked Zach on the arm.

“Corner a girl?” Zach asked with a confused look. “You mean like, go out to the bar and see if I can find someone to take home?”

“Why the hell would we do that when there’s perfectly good pussy right over there?” Adam snorted, pointing across the lake toward your cabin.

“There’s two, plenty to go around.” Brandon chimed in, a sick smile on his lips.

“Didn’t that one say she was married? I don't think they seemed very interested.” Zach said with an awkward laugh.

“Shit, they don’t have to be interested. As long as you’re interested that’s all that matters.” Adam laughed.

“C’mon don’t be a bitch Zach.” Wyatt elbowed him, trying to egg him on. “We’ve all done it. I did it for initiation, Brandon did it last year and we all hopped in on it. Might as well do the same this time right?”

“Yeah, don’t you wanna get some puss?” Adam laughed, rubbing his hands together.

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“I’ve heard enough.” Ghost gritted his teeth, his fingers flexing in preparation. “Change of plans.”

“You’re going to get in that truck and book it back to your cabin. Pack up and leave.” He grabbed your arm roughly, forcing you to look at him.

“What?” You whispered in surprise “I’m not doing that!”

“Oh, yes you will.” He said squishing your cheeks in his other hand. “Kisses.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned in to kiss the cheek of his mask, pulling your arm out of his grasp. He hesitated, keeping those big, dark eyes trained on yours.

“I want you to go.” He said in a gentler tone. “Please?”

“No.” You shook your head and crossed your arms in defiance. “I will not be stealing a truck and I will not be leaving.”

He growled, putting his head down and then looking back over to the group of men. With both of your hands in his he put the forehead of his mask against yours. He dropped your hands, pulling you against his chest tightly, cradling your head in the crook of his neck.

“Swear to me you won’t look.” He pleaded, sounding desperate.

“What are you gonna do?” You asked nervously.

“Swear to me.” He demanded, squeezing you tighter to put stress on his warning. “I’m just gonna scare them, but you have to promise me doe.”

“I promise.”

“Head down, don’t move.” He said, petting your hair and scratching your scalp with his gloved fingers. “This is for you. Just in case, gun’s in the bag.” He opened up his backpack to show you the gun and bullets and then shoved the rose handled butterfly knife into your hand, enclosing your fingers around it.

“Wait, don’t you need this?” You asked with a grimace, not wanting to think about the possibility that either of you would need to use it.

“I have two more.” He said as if it were completely normal to carry around three knives at any given time. You watched as he fished around for a ziploc bag full of zip ties, taking out a handful and shoving them in his pocket.

“Don't you dare do anything stupid, you hear me?” He grabbed your face with both his hands and pressed his forehead to yours once more.

“Yes sir.” You gave him a nervous smile.

“Now is not the time to be a smartass.” He grumbled, pushing you down gently to make sure you wouldn’t see whatever it was he planned on doing.

Ghost crept around the side of the big white truck, flipping out one of his knives from his back pocket in a showy spin. He jabbed the back left tire of the truck, a loud hissing pop coming from the pierced rubber. It was loud enough to catch the groups attention, their heads turning toward the noise. Ghost stood still, twirling his second favorite knife around the back of his hand by hooking it with his thumb.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Adam yelled, throwing his beer can at Ghost. It fell about three feet in front of him, a sloppy throw executed by a sloppy drunk. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

“I’m your vet, heard you needed to be neutered.” Ghost said, his filtered voice echoing through the trees. He walked toward them slowly, flicking his wrist to hold the knife in a back handed grip, running the tip of the blade down the side of the truck as he walked past. The sharp steel on the bright white paint scraped it off with a loud, grating, screeching noise.

“Alright, who the hell sent you here?” Adam stormed over to him and shoved his shoulder. “Those little shits from Delta Chi?”

“Mm, no.” Ghost grabbed his wrist and dug his thumb into the tender spot just below the heel of Adam’s palm.

“Did you do all this?” Adam asked angrily, trying to twist his arm out of Ghost’s firmly closed fist. “You’re gonna clean this up or I’ll call the owners.”

“I think this mess is the least of your worries, Adam.” Ghost growled, shoving him backward and letting him fall to the ground, landing on his ass.

“Yeah?” Adam stood back up, stumbling on his feet and landing against the side of his truck for support. “You went to the fuckin’ Party City and think you’re some kind of big tough guy?”

“No,” Ghost grabbed the front of his shirt and slammed him up against the truck door, using his forearm to press against Adam’s windpipe. “I actually went to the Spirit Halloween.”

“Like you could take on all of us? With that little thing?” Adam laughed loudly, nodding toward Ghost’s knife with the small range of motion he had in the position he was stuck in.

“All of you?” Ghost chuckled, throwing Adam to the ground and following him so he could grab him by the hair, lifting his head to show him that all his ‘friends’ had left him to fend for himself.

“So much for frat loyalty.” Ghost laughed, kneeling on Adam’s back to keep him pinned down. He wrenched the man’s hand out from underneath him, splaying his fingers out on the ground in front of his face. “Listen, I know what you were planning to do. I heard you.”

“You don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” Adam yelled, putting up quite the fight against Ghost, enough that he needed to fully straddle him to hold him still.

“Tomcatting, RedHead n’ Spread…” Ghost repeated, “You make me sick.”

“Oh whatever.” Adam spat, sounding strained as he kicked and squirmed. “Brandon!” He shouted, breathing in to call out again.

“You ever played Nerve?” Ghost asked, twirling his knife, returning it to a backhand grasp to stab into the dirt between Adam’s fingers.

“Shit- Brandon! W-Wyatt! Get your ass back over here!” He squealed while Ghost threaded the knife back and forth through his fingers, stabbing it rapidly into the dirt.

“You know, one of those ‘kitties’ you were thinking about hurting… she’s mine.” Ghost growled, purposely nicking Adam’s thumb, making him yelp.

“I’m sorry! Jesus- let me go man. I- I was just tryin’ to mess with the recruit!” Adam panted, trying to turn over beneath Ghost.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Ghost grunted, slicing the side of Adam’s hand.

“Fuck!” Adam screamed, thrashing around, trying to bite at the leather glove closest to his face. “Brandon! This guy’s tryna kill me!”

“If I wanted you dead, you would be.” Ghost plunged the knife into the meaty part of Adam’s hand between his thumb and forefinger. He drove it all the way into the dirt below, trapping it there while Adam’s hand shook from the pain.

“Sorry, don’t have a paperweight buddy.” Ghost sighed, his tone dripping in apathy.

Ghost fished around in his pants shorts pockets, finding his wallet and cellphone. He lifted up Adam’s head by his hair to use the face ID on his phone, once it was unlocked he scrolled through it, ignoring the whiny protests from the guy trapped beneath him. With several contacts and a few screenshots of social media accounts airdropped to his own phone he chucked Adam’s somewhere out into the yard. He then picked though his wallet, taking out his credit cards with his second knife, he stacked them together and chopped them up like he was cutting through a bar of soap.

“What the hell is your problem?” Adam cried, snot dripping from his nose.

“You are my problem.” Ghost chuckled, taking the cash from the wallet and tucking it away in his pocket. Ghost grabbed Adam’s pinned hand, jerking it backward quickly to make the removal of the blade just a tad more painful.

“God, would you shut up? It’s not that bad.” Ghost grumbled, zip tying his hands together behind his back, making him stand so he could lead him into the cabin. “Let’s go say hi to your friends.”

Part Sixteen

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jedimasterbailey · 2 years ago

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SPOILERS IF YOU HAVE NOT WATCHED THE THIRD EPISODE OF AHSOKA

PRO JEDI RANT DOWN BELOW

This Loth Cat is a good representation of me not losing my mind on how badly the Jedi Order is being completely defiled by Feloni. Okay…so apparently according to Feloni anybody can just be a Jedi if they try really, really hard and believe in them because the Force resides in everyone when we all know that that’s not fucking true according to Lucas. Yes, the Force resides in all things HOWEVER it is the Force sensitive (I.e. the Jedi and Sith) that are able to wield the Force because they’ve got the blood to do so (midocholorians… I’m sure I’ve butchered the spelling forgive me). So with that being said, does anything in Star Wars even matter anymore? Like honestly.

By this logic…anybody in the OT could have just destroyed the Sith if they tRiEd HaRd EnOuGh. So I guess fuck the importance of Luke Skywalker and all the other survivors of Order 66? And I suppose by this logic none of the prequel Jedi or hell even Anakin doesn’t matter because anybody can just wield a lightsaber and tap into the Force if tHeY jUsT bElIeVeD iN tHeMsElVeS? Why does Rey matter when apparently anyone could have taken down the First Order and destroyed Palpatine when some fucking Mando could have just done the job of being Force sensitive doesn’t matter?

Like believe me guys, I am TRYING so hard not to be a hater but it truly makes me sad to see the one element of Star Wars I love so much (I.e. the Jedi Order and everything they do and stand for) just get picked apart and trashed over and over and over again. I just don’t understand it and I know I can’t be the only one feeling like this.

Also Ahsoka’s character right now is reminding me of Luke’s in TLJ where I feel like I’m seeing and hearing a completely different character and it’s heartbreaking when you’ve looked up and loved these heroes so much. Like for Gods sake can we settle the score in where Ahsoka stands with the Jedi? Is she or is she not? Because right now she’s doing a poor representation of all her mentors who have lost their lives staying true to themselves, Jedi who gave everything to protect and save lives. Now she seems to just go out of her way to scoff at the Order that raised her, similar to Luke dismissing the very thing that gave him hope in the OT.

As these new shows go on, it just makes the fall of the Jedi Order all the more tragic just seeing how their sacrifice and good will meant absolutely nothing. That’s why characters like Cal Kestis and Cere Junda are incredible. They stayed true to their Jedi values no matter what because that’s what the galaxy needs, heroes who care. Not heroes who have personal agendas.

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solitaire-06 · 4 months ago

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In my ‘Anakin lives’ headcanon, I can definitely see sometime around 35-36 ABY where the Skywalker-Solo family are gathered for a family dinner - as in Han, Leia, Jaina, Jacen, Anakin, Luke, Mara, Ben, Lowie and the spouses Jag and Tahiri - and like in LOTF: Betrayal, the topic of grandchildren comes up between Leia and Mara. When the former admits that she’s looking forward to being a grandmother and teasingly asks her children how long she can expect to wait, Jacen says something along the lines of “You’re talking to the wrong guy,” while Jaina semi-jokingly asks “Do I seem like someone who’s ready for kids anytime soon?” This prompts Ben to ask why Anakin hasn’t been asked - “He’s the married one!” - which causes Luke to note how Anakin and Tahiri have been silently sitting throughout the whole conversation, torn between disbelief and trying not to laugh. The young couple sheepishly grin at each other before Tahiri laughs at the irony of this subject coming up, casually noting that “this saves us having to wait until dinner was over before telling you that I’m pregnant.” As her words sink in to the other shocked attendees, Anakin somewhat shyly shows them an ultrasound - or whatever the in-universe equivalent is - of their unborn child, causing a wave of congratulations and Han proclaiming that they’d better turn this dinner into a proper party.

Is this sappy? Yes. Is this the exact kind of joyful moment that the family deserved after all the turmoil they went through in prior years? Absolutely.

#anakin solo #tahiri veila #star wars legends #skywalker-solo family #leia organa #han solo #family life #happy ending #pregnancy #they deserve to be happy okay?#don’t tell me that Anakin and Tahiri wouldn’t be great parents to their children because they would be.

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fantastic-nonsense · 1 year ago

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honestly I think if you complain about Star Wars focusing too much on the Skywalkers because "the galaxy is bigger than one family" and "not everything has to be connected" you have fundamentally missed the point George Lucas was trying to make with the original movies.

Star Wars is VERY deliberately an optimistic, cyclical, and myth-based family drama structured around a single family's story, and that purposefully generational story is the story George Lucas saw as the core point and purpose of Star Wars:

“It’s the missing link,” Lucas says. “Once it’s there, it’s a complete work, and I’m proud of that. I do see it, tonality-wise, as two trilogies. But they do, together, form one epic of fathers and sons.” [x] The first three movies had all kinds of issues. [Disney] looked at the stories and they said we want to make something for the fans. So I said all I want to do is tell the story of what happened. You know, it started here and it went there. It's all about generations and it's about, you know, the issues of fathers and sons and grandfathers; it's a family soap opera. I mean, ultimately. We call it a space opera, but people don't realize it's actually a soap opera. And it's all about family problems — it's not about spaceships. [x]

He also wrote Star Wars for the express purpose of attempting to teach people that everything is interconnected and everything we do has an impact that resonates beyond our own lives:

Paul Duncan: "It takes a lot of people to build the ark." George Lucas: "Yeah. And it needs to be done through reason, love, and compassion, not through force. The films are trying to stress the idea that everything is interconnected. I like to make movies that are complex, but it's not obvious to people unless they start digging into it. Most people don't realize it and can't grasp the whole entity because they're focusing on four or five pieces out of 200, and often they don't want to hear about the other pieces because it requires additional thought and ideas outsides of the films. There are cycles and cycles in the story and the characters throughout all six episodes. There are cycles of the same thing being repeated over and over with different groups of people, and the outcomes change because the characters have grown or changed over the story. The repitition shows the characters' development. [x]

GEORGE LUCAS: At some point you do have to become an independent person. And it’s about learning to let go of your — your needs, so to speak, and — and think of the needs of others. BILL MOYERS: So “Star Wars” is — yes, it’s about cosmic, galactic, epic struggles, but it’s at heart about a family. The large myth set in a local family. GEORGE LUCAS: Well, in most — most myths center around characters and — and a hero, and it’s — it’s about how you — how you conduct yourself as you go through the hero’s journey, which everyone goes through. It’s especially relevant when you go through this transition phase. Most societies it’s when you’re 13 or 14. In our society it’s sort of 18 to 22, somewhere in there, that you must let go of your past and must, you know, embrace your future and — and in your own self, by yourself, figure out what it is — what — what path you’re going to go down........... .......BILL MOYERS: And what do stories do for us in that sense? What do myths... GEORGE LUCAS: They try to show us our place. Myths help you to have your own hero’s journey, find your individuality, find your place in the world, but hopefully remind you that you’re part of a whole, and that you must also be part of the community, and — and think of the welfare of the community above the welfare of yourself. [x]

Lucas structured this tale in two ways: through Anakin's deconstructed hero's journey (in the form of a Greek tragedy) and Luke's straightforward hero's journey (culminating with Anakin's redemption) and showing us how this one family's multi-generational story had a huge impact that went beyond their own lives and echoed throughout the galaxy. That was the point!

While there are plenty of other stories not centered on the Skywalkers that can and should be told within the universe, ultimately people need to keep in mind that Lucas was not shy about his intentions in making the movies: he WANTED to write a straightforward retelling of "old stories," and he wanted to do it through the lens of a personal family narrative.

All of the Star Wars material that focuses on non-Skywalkers (which has ALWAYS been around, Rogue One and TLJ and The Mandalorian and Andor and etc etc etc were NOT the first ones to do that) is great, but it's a bonus! An add-on to the core story and point of the franchise! It's not that they're unimportant, because they're not, but at some point it should stop surprising people when the Skywalkers and/or the events of the original six movies get referenced or utilized.

It just bothers me when I hear these complaints because like...if you don't like the Skywalkers, why do you even watch Star Wars? None of those other stories would exist without them! Please just go enjoy another sci-fi franchise and stop complaining that the main characters of Star Wars are being focused on or are popping up in places it makes total sense for them to be!

#me beating people over the head with a stick: 'IT'S A CYCLICAL FAMILY DRAMA LEAVE THEM ALONE!'#star wars #sw fanwank #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #leia organa #padme amidala #sw meta

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 7 months ago

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s4 episode 20 "small potatoes" thoughts

(author's note: this review is going to mention rape and reproductive coercion at the end, as it is a plot point. just a head's up in case you forgot what goes down in this episode. no hard feelings at all if you skip this writeup, but i will have an attempt to summarize my thoughts on the matter at the end, and why i felt Uncomfy)

but now we go back to me from yesterday, who did not know what was in store… take it away, past juni:

i’m really excited!! i’ve heard this one is more light hearted, which i have been looking forward to immensely.

reading the description. tracking a shapeshifter sounds like a real headache.

let us not delay any longer!!

oh god, are we gonna open with someone giving birth? yes, we are.

nooo this poor woman, ms. nelligan, has to answer questions while in labor… please do not tell me this happens in real life!!!!

she can’t seem to give info on the baby’s father. interesting. oh! he’s from another planet. well! i guess there’s someone for everyone.

ohhh she is screaming. good lord. this is… giving birth is… it’s just… a lot.

but something seems to be wrong with the baby? the doctor is surprised when it emerges. well, maybe she has tentacles.

the baby is screaming which i think is a good thing for babies to do. but omg she has a tail!!!

“good lord, not another one” <- HEY WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??

is this hospital plagued by an alien fuckboy and his countless babies…? a nick cannon of the alien world, if you will…?

well the tail isn’t TOO bad, all things considered!!! i was thinking it would be tentacles. tail is actually kinda cool. maybe they can climb trees better, like a monkey or a squirrel.

hey the intro was different!! different from the USUAL different intro!!

“MONKEY BABIES INVADE SMALL TOWN” JHXJSHDJSJ THAT IS THE SHOT WE OPEN WITH??? (at least mulder is aware of how outrageous the imagery is)

the tabloid also says “michael jackson held captive by exotic pets” lmaoooo mulder only gets his news from the most REPUTABLE of sources!!!

scully is describing babies born with bonus appendages in such detail that i’m wondering if she’s dealt with them before or just had a hell of a time studying in med school. and she is so beautiful, even as she says words like “coccyx” and “spinal fluid”

FIVE tailed babies were born in the last 3 months, all in a small town. something must be in the water!!! or a philandering alien baby daddy!!

she says that there definitely needs to be some sort of investigation… but by the health department, and not them. which is fair. unless the health department is compromised!!! by aliens!!!

LMAOOO scully points out the “visitors from outer space” tagline on the tabloid interesting him and he smirks... yes, he did not just wake up one day deeply invested in neonatal healthcare. there has to be a UFO involved.

mulder is here with the mother who gave birth to the latest tailed baby, ms. nelligan. she says that the baby is healthy, “it’s just a matter of a snip” to which he responds “that’s good to hear” and i think he’s being genuine and is glad that the baby is okay, but i’m just dying at having to hear about someone snipping their baby’s tail off being part of mulder’s job. this is what they prepped these two for at the academy.

mulder is questioning ms. nelligan very gently and it turns out the father of said baby is NOT an alien, but he IS from another planet. and his name is luke skywalker.

“did he have a lightsaber?” scully asks. “no, he didn’t bring it” (incredibly pained mulder shots) LMAOOOOO

hold on, i need a minute. she just asked if luke is the father of the other babies. scully is doing her absolute best to hold it together.

cutscene to mulder looking at the tailed baby in the window, but it kinda just looks like he’s here to pick up HIS tailed baby, and aww. give him a little tailed baby!!!

ohhh he was too scared to follow her into the room!!!

the nurse explains that the answer seems very obvious but mulder doesn’t know wtf is going on and whispers “what answer” LMAOOO (i always love when he doesn’t know wtf is going on)

so did one guy with the same genetic abnormality father all the tailed babies??

ohhhhhh and mulder puts together that 4 of the 5 women were all receiving fertility treatment!!! is this doctor gonna go to jail??? because that seems illegal.

ohhhhhhh there is an ANGRY crowd here at the doctor’s office and they WANT answers.

these people follow some strange rules. having a baby with a tail = acceptable.

a bastard baby with a tail = CANNOT BE ALLOWED!!!

the latest mother didn’t even undergo insemination, so the doctor proposes that this has actually NOTHING to do with him!! he got off the hook with that one.

at the clinic, mulder is on the prowl. he finds some guy fixing the pipes. WITH WHAT LOOKS LIKE A TAIL REMOVAL SCAR!!!

and when he tries to ask some question this guy BOLTS!! but you cannot outrun mulder!!!

and GASP!!! this guy (eddie) IS THE FATHER!! of all the babies!!! he’s bitching about spelling his name wrong… bro you have bigger issues at hand. ur child support bill is going to be crazy.

he’s saying that it isn’t actually a crime, but they want to know how none of the women remember this happening!!! omg did he shapeshift into the form of the husband??!!

hey man i do actually think that is a crime <3 impersonation of someone’s husband def counts as rape because they did not consent to sex with eddie, they consented to sex with their husbands <3 if he actually did shapeshift as it seems to be leading to <3 please go to jail <3

“well if you’re waiting for my usual theory as to what’s going on, i don’t have one” says mulder <- LMAOOO nothing better than a guy who admits when he has no fucking clue

scully thinks he assaulted them (and she’s right- kinda shocked no one else came to that conclusion???) mulder asks how this could have happened if they’d never seen the guy before. but it’s enough to keep him in custody. and while this discussion takes place, the creepy eddie is watching him!!! please get him out of here.

he’s really looking at the cop who is writing up his profile… and then he shapeshifts into him!!! and knocks him out cold!!!

scully is at the scene the next day trying to figure wtf is going on and mulder rings the bell with a smile to summon her over HAHAHA awww she’s smiling at his antics <3

they find eddie’s clothes in the station, and when scully predicts that he’s about to say eddie must have transformed into his captor and knocked him out, mulder says “scully, should we be picking out china patterns or what?” <- LMAOOOO yes pls update the wedding registry!! i’ll chip in what i can

god why are they both so attractive. i’m gonna scream.

he points out that they have both seen shapeshifters before- and she asks if this means he thinks eddie is an alien.

oh, we never DO get an explanation into scully’s conceptualization of the shapeshifting aliens!!! man, i would love to ask her about that. maybe she thinks they can somehow alter your vision?? we need to chat about it.

i wonder if aliens aren’t off the table for her, at least anymore. maybe at this point some aliens are real but werewolves and stuff are just nonsense.

so, off to eddie’s house. “hey scully, if you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?” “hopefully myself” “so boring” AWWW DON’T BE MEAN TO HER :( she is a great person to be!!!

AWWW SHE’S HOLDING THE UMBRELLA UP FOR HIM STOP… and he’s STILL TOO TALL so he’s hunched over 😭😭😭

is eddie going to turn into her… is this foreshadowing…

(author’s note: IT WAS FORESHADOWING IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!!)

AWWW she settles on eleanor roosevelt (nerd! bisexual) and mulder says it can’t be a dead person BRO YOU DIDN’T EVEN SAY THAT THE FIRST TIME AROUND!! you can’t just change the rules like that smh…

ohhhh they find eddie’s dad!! and he has posters on his wall of him as “eddie the monkey man”! well good for him. make a living.

HDHSJDHDJ EDDIE SR ASKS IF THEY WANT TO SEE HIS TAIL AND SCULLY SAYS “NO. NO. NO THANK YOU” JUST AS WE HEAR UNZIPPING

mulder looks a little bummed he will not see the tail

aww, he looks so dejected…. eddir sr says his son was begging him to remove the tail when he was a kid

and he said without the tail, his son was just small potatoes!!! haha you said the episode name

OHHHH he calls mulder by his name… and he says how tf did you know that?? eddie sr claims scully told him and he says “mm, no, actually i didn’t” LMAOOO CATCH HIS ASS IN A LIE!!

ah. so he must be the eddie jr DISGUISED as eddie sr.

and he BOLTS!!! mulder is off to the races again, but eddie gets away

mulder and scully get sososososo close and i’m thinking omfg… then he USES HER AS A COAT RACK FOR THE BATHROBE EDDIE DROPPED BAHAHA THAT IS EVIL

ohhhh eddie runs home to one of the mothers whose baby has had tail surgery while disguised as her husband!!! and in the bathroom he turns back into himself. hmm. this would displease me greatly, finding my husband turned into a different guy.

back at eddie’s place, mulder knocks a bunch of stuff over and it clatters and he yells “I’M ALRIGHT”, but scully is downstairs and can’t really hear so she just goes “what?” and he does this annoyed little huff LMAOOO

he finds a bunch of quicklime in the ceiling…. that is being used to MUMMIFY a CORPSE????? with a tail…. REAL EDDIE SR???

back at the mother’s house, her REAL husband just came home, and is approaching where eddie is in the bathroom…… omfg…. they see someone in there.

HE TURNS INTO MULDER???? JUMPSCARE!!!!!!!!

scully has the mummy in the lab and is sawing into him. there’s quicklime everywhere so when mulder comes in he covers his coffee LMAOOO i thought that detail was so funny

hard to tell what killed the mummy. “as far as i can tell, this man has a thin stratum of voluntary muscle tissue underpinning the entire dermal layer of his skin” <- now you might have to explain that one for the humanities girls in the audience

“and thankfully, it’s preserved and intact” she says, as mulder snaps his foot off LMAOOOO HE’S ASKING QUESTIONS TO DISTRACT HER WHILE HE TRIES TO STICK IT BACK ON

HE JUST SETS IT BACK ON TOP OF THE LEG LMAOOOOO while proposing that maybe all that extra muscle could be used to remold his skin which is a BOLD hypothesis

he hurries out the door before the foot falls off and then when it does she is SO baffled

back to ms. nelligan (luke skywalker lady). mulder pulls out a photo of eddie and asks if she recognizes him. and she dated him all throughout high school!!! and that he was an absolute loser.

mulder’s trying hard to get her to name some positive qualities of the guy and she says they’d watch star wars every weekend. that’s weird. that's suspicious.

he brings out a single rose from his jacket and says he wants to congratulate her 😭😭

WAIT IS HE EDDIE IN DISGUISE?? AND THAT IS WHY HE IS TRYING TO DIG UP WHAT SHE THINKS OF HIM?? OH SHOOT, IT IS!!!!!!

NOOO REAL MULDER COMES IN!!!

AND THE OTHER COUPLE CALLS ASKING WHEN THEY CAN ENTER THE BATHROOM AND WHY DID HE TAKE THE HUSBAND’S SUIT LMAOOOOO NOOOO

mulder is trying to track eddie down… and he finds a guy changing and locks him up LMAOOO but then the doctor is in there too so he locks them BOTH UP AND CALLS FOR SCULLY

lmao those poor guys…….. but he sees something flickering in the lights. and eddie says he is “a damn good looking man” and then jumps on him from the ceiling!!!

“mulder” (really eddie) tells scully that he thinks this whole case was a waste of time and i don’t buy it for a second. and he says “small potatoes” again!! ahhh dead giveaway!!!

but real mulder is locked DEEP IN THE BASEMENT!!!! NOOOOO

he has a lunch tho… eddie was thoughtful in that one matter i guess

FAKE MULDER IS IN SKINNER’S OFFICE!!!!

KNDJSHDJS skinner tells him he spelled “federal bureau of investigation” wrong LMAOOOO NOOO THE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT.

he’s all twitchy and he can’t sit still and is making strange faces and i’m gagging at someone playing a character playing a different character.

OHHHH FAKE MULDER PATS SCULLY’S SHOULDER I DON’T LIKE THAT. NO MA’AM.

he asks what she is doing tonight, and she says she’s writing an article on “diminished acetylcholine production in recidivist offenders” okaaaay published queen!! or is she lying to see if he’ll catch on…???

and he cannot get the door open because he doesn’t know which key is which LMAOOOO

but she says she’s going to go investigate the body instead. a STEM queen.

fake mulder is in mulder’s office looking around, taking a seat, falling off the desk, “this is where my tax dollars go?” lmao

he finds mulder’s address on his license plate and HAHAHA “WHERE THE HELL DO I SLEEP?” <- FINALLY THE COUCH IS ADDRESSED!!!

LMAOOO WE HEAR A MESSAGE FROM THE LONE GUNMEN ON HIS VOICEMAIL ABOUT GETTING A BIRD’S EYE VIEW OF THE ZAPRUDER FILM AND ALSO GETTING CHEESESTEAKS. AWW BOYS NIGHT!!!

he slaps the basketball around VERY POORLY I’M GIGGLING

he has a voice message which i assume is a spam call? about. sexy voices. and lower rates. god, please let that be a spam call and not that real mulder calls NSFW phone lines under the name “marty”

(for my own sanity i am imagining that this is the 90’s equivalent of the 800 “sexy singles in your area” spam ads that infest your email because 1. i do not want that mental image and 2. cannot imagine someone from the FBI using their home phone, that has BEEN BUGGED IN THE PAST, for such purposes. nuh uh. no way. he HAS to be smarter than that. imagine how easy he would be to blackmail if that was the case)

and now eddie as mulder is practicing tough guy lines in the mirror and waving the gun around

scully is at home reading!!!! on the floor. with her glasses on. how i love her. when she hears a knock.

it’s mulder!!! but is it real mulder???? no, it can’t be. he brought wine!! real mulder almost never drinks!

WAIT i’m sad to learn that him smiling into her door that i’ve seen in so many gifs was not actually real mulder 😭

she pops the cork and she thinks that there’s going to be deep conversation OH NO “we never really… talk much… do we?” “what, you mean like really talk? no. no we don’t mulder” oh my god is she gonna open up…

(i proceed to make noises that have only ever been heard in wounded baby animals as i consider how excited scully seemed to have a night with the bestie with zero work and some normalcy)

AND SHE IS DRUNK YAPPING LMFAOOOOOO “marcus was the 12th grade love of my life” <- i’m writing that down

(notably, though, he keeps pouring more and more in her glass… and seemingly none in his)

“now i’m seeing a whole new side of you, mulder” “is that a good thing?” “i like it :)”

OH GODDDD :( she wanted mulder to be chill SO badly

is he going to kiss her….. he’s getting closer and REAL MULDER BURSTS IN THE DOOR AND SHE SHOVES FAKE MULDER OFF OF HER

she did not even look like she wanted to kiss him at all……. she knew something was weird as hell

and he turns back into eddie!!! right there on her couch!!!!

NOOOOO DRUNK SCULLY??? I AM SO SAD YOUR EVENING WAS RUINED

mulder comes to visit eddie in jail in his “superstar” hat… and now he’s on a muscle relaxer so he can’t make faces. and presumably this also cancels out his shapeshifting talents.

“i was born a loser, but you’re one by choice” <- WTFFFFFFF???? (i think this was meant to be commentary on how he only focuses on his work, but it just felt… weird)

he tells him to live a little and treat himself, which i guess is something he needed to hear

“i don’t imagine you need to be told this, mulder, but you’re not a loser” “yeah, but i’m no eddie van blundht, either” (she doesn’t think he’s a loser‼️😭)

(thus concludes episode)

so wtf was that ending!!!!!!!!

if scully never opened up before she is DAMN SURE NOT GONNA DO IT NOW 😭😭😭 that really broke my heart. amazing mutual phoebe wrote a heartbreaking meta on the subject that pointed out how especially cruel it was to dangle the normalcy she has always wanted in the face of her own death in front of her just to rip it away. you should go read it; if i can find it again i'll link it in the replies.

the tone for this episode was definitely a lot lighter than usual, which i enjoyed for most of the episode. the comedic acting was really funny, as has been noted by others commenting upon this episode. DD playing someone else playing mulder had me losing it. he did it SO well, with all of the tiny movements, the way he slapped that basketball, it had me giggling.

but the last half left me feeling very icky. let's get into it.

eddie was a rapist, full stop. he is acknowledged as such in the episode, and it is mentioned that he was placed upon the sex offender registry. at first i was thinking that there was a sexy tailed alien having consensual relationships with all the women in town, which was funny. it became less funny when we learn what actually happened, but it became (to me) not funny at all when we see him try and rape scully.

if i’m supposed to just laugh that off, i’m not sorry, but i don’t find it funny. how eddie as mulder was getting her more and more drunk and then tried to kiss her, which she clearly did not want- it made my stomach turn. we don’t need to subject female characters to assault for the laughs. some may find this shocking, but it is true.

and the narrative attempted to make us feel sympathetic towards eddie, with his visiting ms. nelligan, asking for good things about himself, giving her a rose, and telling mulder to not be a loser. what was i supposed to take away from that? was i supposed to say “aw shucks, he may have raped 5 women and tried to rape scully, but deep down he’s just a softie”. BECAUSE HELLO? THIS IS NOT WHAT I AM THINKING!!

anytime rape is used for comic value, i have to ask if any women alive were involved in the writer’s room, and when the answer is inevitably no, i think about how we need to get them in there, stat.

but let’s be more specific. this wasn’t just rape; specifically, eddie was trying to get these women pregnant, all of which he succeeded at except for with scully. this comes down to reproductive coercion in ADDITION to rape.

i highlight this because a lot of scully’s story ALREADY is centered around reproductive coercion, with the whole abduction plotline. it’s something that has always made me uncomfortable, and i believe this was intentional on behalf of the writers, who are succeeding in their goal to make me uncomfy. scully's reproductive agency has been removed entirely with the procedures she has been subjected to. this is disturbing in an in-universe view, but from an outside view criticizing the writing, i find myself asking why a story must center around a woman's ability or lack thereof to have children, and having that agency ripped from her. because you know damn well that we wouldn't get that arc from mulder (even though frankly i think that would be fascinating). while i have my own complex feelings about the consequences of scully's abduction arc in that regard, i have a feeling that they will grow and change as i progress beyond the 4th season (and please- no spoilers).

but in this context, it makes the writers inserting attempted rape and a man trying to impregnate her all the more gross, because we have already spent time establishing that her bodily autonomy has been violated. while i can maybe find some deeper symbolic meaning in terms of it being the government slash aliens being responsible for that, this felt gratuitous or fetishistic.

i hope that explanation makes sense. and again, i expect my feelings to change on the matter re:abduction arc as i progress- maybe i'll hate it more, maybe i'll hate it less. regardless: rape. not funny. didn't laugh.

i posted a poll yesterday asking what people thought about the episode, and if it made them uncomfortable- the leading answer at the moment is that it was cringe but didn't ruin it for most viewers, which is totally fair. i'm down for differences of opinions, and the things that make me gag aren't always going to be the same as the things that make you gag. however, i do think i have a different viewpoint as i am of gen z age- the me too movement happened right as i started high school, and it shaped the way i grew up. it was an absolutely monumental shift that perhaps we now take for granted, but then i see stuff like this from before then, and i'm like ohhh. i forgot how things used to be. i'm lucky in that regard, to grow up in a space where those conversations have been taking place very loudly. and having grown up in that context, things from before can seem jarring.

that got more serious than perhaps you hoped for an x files episode review, but you know that is how i roll around these parts- terribly heartfelt in all regards. i don't feel a need to justify my dislike for the episode, but it left a nagging sensation in my side to put into words just exactly why is felt so icky. i hope i've been able to make myself understood. it started off fun and strong, but for me, that's gonna make it one of the ones i'm not sure if i'll rewatch. it started off so strong, so i'm conflicted on if watching it again would spark joy or i would just dread knowing what is coming.

but now we need REAL mulder and scully hangout time. i want to know what happened to marcus. need a sleepover fic. i will daydream about this at work instead of making my bosses money.

#potentially controversial? we shall see!#it was great and then it wasn't. these things happen.#i want scully to be happy and i don't want women's abuse to be a punchline #but: sleepover fic. where they just talk and maybe cuddle. that's it. that's the whole story. i need it in my veins.#also imagining mulder checking out books on parenting at the library because i know his nerdy ass is gonna study before kids #thought prompted by him looking at that tailed baby. we need to get him one.#juni's x files liveblog #4x20 #the x files #txf

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dailydragon08 · 2 years ago

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The Storm

Pairing: Luke Skywalker x F!Jedi!Reader Summary: After an undercover mission that didn't go quite according to plan, you and Luke wait out a sandstorm in an abandoned farmstead--where Luke's past has been quietly and ominously waiting. Warnings: emotional Luke, Reader is suffering calcification/electrocution side effects and has several bruises, is in a bit a revealing dress for a bit, but not for long and is covered by Luke's cloak the entire time, allusions to canon-typical violence/battles. A/N: "Remnants" is a series of one shots in no particular order about the budding relationship between you and Luke as he trains you in the ways of the Force. Sequel to A Crime of a Different Kind. Find me on AO3 under DragonHeartstring360 and see my masterlist linked in my pinned post on my blog! Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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You clutched Luke’s hand tightly as the wind battered sand against you, squinting at your surroundings. Not that there was much to see—everything was hazy through the sandstorm and you were travelling across an empty plain anyway. The woman from the village had said this abandoned farm was a half hour’s walk, but it felt like you’d been going for hours now. Your body still ached and stung from the shock cuffs and several bruises were forming where you’d been unable to block blows from Aros and Halfoc’s men.

“Are we getting close?” you shouted over the gale, squeezing your fellow Jedi’s hand.

He turned, eyes narrowing as he looked straight into the wind. He’d lamented his unpreparedness in only bringing his cloak and no goggles—but in his defense, this wasn’t exactly the expected outcome for this mission. His golden-brown hair whipped in the wind and you were so mesmerized by it, you almost missed his reply. “Yes. Just a few more minutes. Are you doing all right?”

You hesitated. If you were being honest, your legs felt like they were collecting bricks with every step you took and the exhaustion was beginning to overtake you. If you weren’t holding Luke’s hand, you were sure you would’ve fallen over long ago. “Um, yeah, I’m fi—”

“I can tell you’re not. Come here.” He stopped just long enough to lift you bridal style, turning so you faced away from the wind and trekking on. “Once we get there, I want to use the first aid kit and make sure you’re not suffering any calcification.”

“Luke, I’m really fi—”

“You’re not fine. I can sense it.”

You sighed, but relented and leaned your head against his shoulder. He pressed his cheek to your forehead for a brief moment as he gave your arm and leg a squeeze where his hands clung to you. You squeezed his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck before closing your eyes.

Several minutes passed and you felt Luke tense, both around you physically and through the Force. He took in a shuddery breath, slowing for a few steps and almost coming to a halt. A large dome-like structure with a door in the middle stood just a few yards ahead of you. You thought you could make out two small mounds in the sand just to the right with…stones at the back? A glance back at him showed distant eyes and thinned lips. A muscle in his jaw twitched and you could sense the devastation in the pit of his stomach. He finally came to a full stop and closed his eyes as a stuttered whoosh left him.

You felt your heart sink seeing him like this. Unsure what the cause of his despair was, but somehow knowing this wasn’t the time to ask, you gently touched your forehead to his cheek, nuzzling your nose into his skin. He felt warm, but it was hard to differentiate grains of sand stuck to his face from stubble. He leaned his head into yours, squeezing you again for a moment before taking a deep breath, squaring his shoulders, and descending into the dome.

The stairway leading into the ground was so dark, you knew Luke must’ve been using the Force to guide him. At the bottom was another archway that led into an open-air courtyard. The whizzing sand obscured the sky through the opening overhead and several sets of oval archways and hydraulic doors littered the circular walls around you.

Luke’s empty eyes were beginning to worry you. He stared around vacantly, taking everything in before settling on a spot in the distance to see something beyond your naked eye. You could feel the grief and heartbreak pouring from him in waves, as well as a level of surprise at his own emotional response.

“You can set me down now,” you murmured, afraid to shatter the silence.

“Oh, um, sorry,” he mumbled, gently placing you on your feet before setting both your bags against the wall.

A large, metallic structure in the middle of the sandy floor caught your attention and your feet went toward it almost of their own accord. You unclasped the stay in Luke’s cloak where it hung around your waist and moved it up by your neck, lowering the hood for a better look. Before you stood two metal towers, one taller than the other, with several tubes, connectors, small domes, and more contraptions attached to them. You reached out to touch a black smudge only to realize from the texture that it was a scorch mark. Luke had mentioned this place had burned down a long time ago, probably while he still lived on Tatooine. Walking a slow circle around the towers, you realized there were many more scorch marks on the ground, walls, archways, doors—some of which weren’t even attached to their hinges anymore and hung unevenly in their frames—and even through a large archway leading to what appeared to have once been a dining room. The table was cleaved in two and hung in a V-shape with chairs that hadn’t been upright in a long time. This didn’t look like it had just been a fire—someone came here with the intention to pillage and kill. Where had Luke been when this had happened?

You turned back to your friend, but the metal towers caught your attention once more. “I wonder what they used this for.”

“It’s a moisture vaporator,” Luke answered as you made your way to the side of the towers closest to the stairwell. “That’s the chilling bar, and that’s the—the b-binary brain…unit…”

Your head whipped around at the sudden crack and emotion in his voice, surprised to see tears leaking down his face. “Luke?” Everything he’d told you about his childhood suddenly came back in a rush and your eyes went wide as you realized where you were. “Oh, Maker, Luke—”

“I’m fine,” he said, his voice thick even as more tears sprung up to bring out the blue in his eyes and his face crumbled.

You rushed over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself close against his chest. “Luke, I’m so sorry.”

Luke held you tightly, one hand traveling up your spine to wind into your hair—which was now a wreck thanks to earlier events and the storm—as he buried his face in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You could feel his tears wetting your skin and your heart cracked in two at his loud sniffle.

You gently massaged the back of his shoulders. “Is this the first time you’ve been back here since…?”

He nodded, holding you tighter, his voice thick. “I—I came back here to bury them before I left with Ben, but…couldn’t bring myself to come inside. My last memories of this place were with i-it still intact.”

“Do we need to go find somewhere else? I don’t mind walking a bit further.”

He shook his head, holding you so tightly you struggled to breathe, but you wouldn’t dare make him release his hold now.

Several minutes passed with nothing but the wind whistling overhead and Luke’s quiet cries filling the silence. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think I’d get…” he trailed off, his breath shaking in your ear.

“You have nothing to apologize for.” You gently worked out the tension in the back of his neck, relishing how he melted against you. “They’d be really proud of you.”

He buried his face in your neck even further before crouching slightly and lifting you up off your feet. You felt a surge of emotions swell through his chest as you let your feet dangle, unsure whether wrapping them around his waist would be too much. “I—” he choked to a halt, reconsidering his words and setting you back on your feet dying to know what they would’ve been. He pressed his forehead to yours, leaning so close you thought he might kiss you again, but pulled back at the last moment. “I’m gonna go check something. I won’t be long.”

You nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll be here.”

He gave you a tight smile that didn’t touch his eyes, the blues swimming with sadness and a kind of desperation that made your chest ache—although from his Force signature, the desperation didn’t seem like it had much to do with the farm or memories of his family. You tried your best to smile back at him as he walked to a hydraulic door littered with rust and soot. When the button did nothing, he relaxed his shoulders, tilting his head back and sighing. Still holding your hand tightly behind him, he lifted the outstretched fingers of the other towards the door. It groaned for a minute before falling backwards into a dark hallway. He threw one last glance at you before disappearing into the shadows, keeping hold of your hand until it was out of reach.

The courtyard suddenly began spinning and you groaned, pressing your fingers into your eyes, but it did little good. It still felt as if someone was spinning you around too fast—thinking back to Luke lifting you off the ground, you almost wished he had. You’d heard stories about how that was his preferred way to hug his sister back when he’d first joined the Rebellion and you couldn’t deny it sounded adorable. Although he might have matured past that now. But you could still dream.

The motion stopped and you finally opened your eyes, sighing and blinking away blurry spots in your vision as you shuffled towards the dining room. As you rubbed your head with one hand and flicked the wrist of the other, one of the chairs wrenched itself right-side up before you. You gingerly set yourself down, praying the old, battered material would hold your weight, and leaned against the back. You tried to picture the room as it had been—table intact, chairs neatly pushed in with Luke and his family having dinner there. You closed your eyes and again reached for the Force—

Luke in a white tunic, his hair sun-bleached with a slightly straighter nose and an ungloved right hand. Blue milk. “Just one more season—”

“Ugh, you say that every year—”

“Where are you going?”

“Guess I’m going nowhere—”

Your name snapped you out of your trance. You looked up to see Luke standing over you. His blue eyes—the same eyes that had sat at this table, much lighter and younger then, despite not much time passing—were clouded with worry and you could feel his concern seeping through the Force. Wind and sand still whistled overhead, some of it blowing in to play with his hair. “Through that back hallway, the refresher somehow still works. Do you feel well enough to walk there or do you need me to carry you?”

You stood. “I can walk.” But as you shook your head to clear it, another round of vertigo overtook you and you stumbled into Luke’s waiting arms. You took a moment to memorize how they felt around your waist before taking a step back. “I promise, I’m—I can—”

“At least lean on me?” His gaze was heavy on you and you could sense his growing trepidation as he gently smoothed some hair away from your forehead.

You sighed and nodded, a small thrill going through you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders. You made slow progress and couldn’t help but admire his profile in the fading light.

“Looks like this will last the night,” Luke said, totally oblivious to your admiration. “Hopefully it will have let up by the morning and we can go back to that village and hitch a ride to the Redeemer.”

You nodded as Luke used both hands to guide you through the dark corridor. With his hands on your waist, he gently turned you into the waiting refresher. It clearly hadn’t been used in some time and the mirror was cracked and stained in several places. As you registered the sonic shower next to you, your own sand-caked face, body, and what remained of your updo stared back at you. Several pieces had escaped in the front and it was much looser than it had been when you’d arrived at Halfoc’s party. You sighed before letting Luke’s cloak fall from your shoulders. He stared at you in what could’ve easily been mistaken for awe before catching your eyes in the mirror and quickly looking towards the ground. He took his cloak from you just as you noticed a change of clothes—which covered much more than what was left of your dress, thank the Maker—on the counter.

He let his fingers linger over your back in a barely-there touch. “You go first.”

You turned to look at him. “But you should—”

“I insist. Have you ever used a sonic before?”

“Once or twice, with the Rebellion.”

“Good.” He stared at you with sad eyes for a moment before letting his hand fall back to his side. “Well, I’ll be out in the courtyard if you need anything. Just call me through the Force.”

“I will.” As Luke disappeared through the doorway, you quickly realized you couldn’t reach the clasp near the back of the dress—especially with your muscles still screaming the way they were from the shock cuffs. “Um…Luke?”

He was back in an instant. “What’s wrong?”

“Um…” your face suddenly felt much too warm, “I, uh…I can’t get the—the clasp. I can’t reach.”

Although Luke’s own face was beginning to bloom an adorable shade of red, he still nodded and slowly stepped forward as you turned your back to him. A glance in the mirror showed his hand hovering by the stays around your back for a moment before gingerly unclasping them. You crossed your arms over your chest to keep the fabric around you as the sleeves slid down your upper arms. You froze as you felt Luke’s fingertips ghosting over the back of your shoulders in a steady line, hissing as they ran over a bruise.

He withdrew his hand immediately. “I’m sorry…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure how good the sonic will feel on those. They’re all over your back.” His hands outstretched to your skin, halting mid-air. “May I…?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath and licking your lips, trying not to read too much into how his eyes tracked the movement before repeating the gesture. You couldn’t help but sigh and close your eyes at the feeling of his warm, calloused flesh hand and cool leather of his glove on your skin. He rubbed gentle circles with his left thumb as you felt him call on the Force. For a moment, your back tingled and you winced at the pins and needles before the pain abated slightly. You risked a glance in the mirror to see Luke’s head bent towards you, his eyes closed and his face the picture of serenity that many had come to associate with the Jedi.

His retracted his gloved hand, his flesh hand hovering before gently stroking the backs of his fingers in a line down your spine. You let out the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I wasn’t sure,” he answered quietly, his hand coming to a stilted halt as you turned to meet his gaze. He shoved both hands into his pockets before studying his shoes. “I’ve read about Force healing in some of the old Jedi texts, but have never tried it.”

“Well,” you smiled, trying to ease the tension, “I’m glad to be your guinea pig.”

He smiled back at you, but it still did little to help lift the weight in his eyes. “I didn’t heal all of it—I’m still not sure what I’m doing, but I at least got it halfway there.” He stared at you sadly for a moment before turning to leave. “I’ll be out here if you need anything else.”

You nodded, although he was gone before he could’ve seen it. The refresher had no closeable door and you could feel your skin tingling at the thought of him being able to just poke his head in and see…well, everything as you let the offending piece of material fall to the floor, stepping out of it and into the sonic.

***

The gentle thrum of the medisensor pulled you from your sleep. While you were in the refresher, Luke had discovered his aunt and uncle’s master bedroom still had an intact mattress and he’d insisted you lay down while he had his turn with the sonic. He gently hovered the medisensor over the length of your body—which was now clad in some of your favorite comfy clothes—before meeting your eyes and switching it off.

“How’s it look?” you asked groggily.

“No lasting damage as far as I can tell. The scan says bedrest should be sufficient enough to get you back to normal.” He put the scanner back in the box before dropping it into his pack on the floor. “How are you feeling?”

“Okay, just tired.” You hesitated before reaching out to gently scratch his arm with your nails. “How are you?”

He sighed. He’d donned his Jedi blacks again, but had forgone his jacket in the heat. “I’m…I’m trying.”

“I know.” You twined your fingers through his, giving him a gentle squeeze and relieved when he squeezed back.

He scooted closer to you, reaching around to rub your aching back. You closed your eyes and couldn’t hide a contented groan. “You should get some sleep,” he murmured.

“So should you.”

“I can take the floor—”

You grabbed a fistful of his black tee, pulling part it out from where he’d tucked it into his pants in the process and giving you a flash of his tanned, muscular torso. “Don’t you dare, moisture boy.”

He rewarded you with a small laugh—well, more of an exhalation than anything and the mirth still didn’t reach his eyes. But it was the closest you’d gotten to something real since you arrived, so you’d take it. “Moisture boy? I am technically your Jedi master, you know, a bit rude—”

“Oh, please, I’ve taught you just as much.”

“That’s true.”

“So I win.”

Another small, dry laugh. “It’s not a competition.”

You smacked the decrepit mattress between each word for emphasis. “It is if I say so.” The whole frame wobbled and a plume of dust went up into the air at each smack, triggering a rather pitiful sneeze.

“Maybe don’t do that on this bed, you goof,” he grinned, dwarfing your fist in his.

“You’re not the boss o’ me.” You could feel yourself getting more exhausted with each breath, each word becoming more and more laced with the thickness of sleep.

This laugh was closer to his usual. “I am, I outrank you both as Jedi and as a commander.”

“Pulling the rank card.” You clicked your tongue. “So unoriginal.”

“Maker, just go to sleep, silly.”

“Only if you also sleep in the bed—or you take the bed and I’ll take the—”

“You are absolutely not taking the floor.”

“Well, then…” Too sleep-addled to listen to the alarm bells going off in your brain at the bold gesture, you patted the space on the double bed behind you.

Luke stared at you for a moment with a look you couldn’t identify. It was still heavy—which you doubted would disappear till long after this mission was over—but there was something…at home about the way he looked at you, which only further increased your heart rate as he gently moved some hair away from your face with a fingertip before moving to the empty side of the bed. You felt it dip before his hand resumed its massage of your back. “Are you all right on that side? I’d like to sleep closest to the door if that’s okay.”

“Yeah, this is good,” you hardly got out as your eyes drooped and the heaviness of your head overtook you, Luke’s hand on your back a gentle lullaby.

***

When you woke, two things were very different: it was much darker than it had been when Luke was rubbing your back—and there was no Luke. You rolled to take in the dusty, messy room around you, pouting when you realized the bed was void of the warm body you’d gotten so comfortable next to. You waited for several minutes to see if he’d just gone to the refresher, but when he didn’t return, reached out through the Force.

You shuffled out of bed, down the hall, and into the courtyard of the Lars’ farmstead. Wind still whistled over the opening, but it no longer brought so much sand with it. You crossed your arms tightly over your chest as the cold of the desert night hit you, following Luke’s Force signature across the sand and through the dining room. The chairs were now all upright and as tucked into the broken table as they could be. It was obvious Luke had found a broom and swept up the debris, and as you made your way through the back door into the attached kitchen, you assumed he’d done the same in there.

He leaned against one of the counters with his back to you as he fiddled with a handheld radio. At first, you thought he was calling the Alliance, but realized as he moved it looked nothing like the standard rebel equipment. You hovered in the doorway, watching for a moment as the meagre overhead light shone on his hair, his hands deftly replacing the radio’s battery with ones from his pocket. He opened another side hatch in the contraption and fiddled with some wires before a crackled song filled the room. It was hard to hear and staticky, but Luke still set the radio on the counter and continued to stand and listen for so long, you thought maybe he didn’t sense you at all.

He finally turned his head enough to show off his profile, but not enough to look at you. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“It’s okay,” you answered quietly, afraid to disrupt the song too much. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He took a deep breath, closing his eyes before slowly letting it out. He nodded, letting his shoulders droop as his head followed soon after.

You took a few tentative steps closer, twiddling your fingers. “Can I do anything?” He didn’t answer for so long, you finally turned to leave. “I’ll…just give you some space, then.”

“Stay.”

You turned back to see him staring at you with such desperate puppy eyes, you weren’t sure how anyone had ever said no to him in his entire life. The longing in them almost made you tear up and you found your feet moving quickly back towards him before you even commanded them to.

“I mean, if you’re not too tired, of course—”

“I’m good,” you muttered into his shoulder as you pulled him close.

You felt him sink into you as he returned your embrace, one hand coming up to gently move your hair aside so he could nuzzle into your neck.

You weren’t sure how long you stayed that way, gently rubbing each other’s backs and shoulders, but you knew it would never be long enough. Your ears perked up as the song changed to something a bit slower, calmer, and almost ethereal sounding. As Luke grasped you tighter and you could feel a new wave of sadness bloom in the pit of his stomach through the Force, you couldn’t help but slowly sway back and forth with him. At first, it wasn’t even meant to be to the music, but you realized quickly you were right on the beat and thought why not?

You felt Luke’s emotions intensify as you pulled back and took his hands, gently pulling them back and forth with you. Your face fell, however, and you careened to a halt as you noticed more tears pooling in his eyes. “Did I do something wrong?”

He gave you the first smile that reached all corners of his face for the first time that day, even through his tears. “It’s all right, I just…My aunt and I used to have dance parties right where we’re standing when I couldn’t sleep at night as a child. You just reminded me of that. That’s always how she’d start, by hugging me and swaying.”

“Oh, Maker, Luke, I’m so sorry. We can stop—”

“Please don’t. I…” he hesitated, his voice quietly pleading. “I want to dance with you—if, if you want.”

You wondered briefly if he knew what he was doing when he flashed you the puppy eyes again, but could only nod. You stepped back into the circle of his arms as he lifted his hip off the counter and swayed you both back and forth. The song began to gradually pick up its pace until it was something much livelier and more hopeful and you felt Luke’s spirits rising with it. He seemed shy at first, but moved to spin you in a circle under his outstretched arm anyway, growing braver at your resulting giggle. His grin lit up his whole face, his eyes finally relinquishing some of their weight, as he moved you both around the kitchen in circles, laughing with you as you two stepped on each other’s feet, bumped into the old and fragile counter and knocked things off, and not even caring when the old contraption’s static overtook parts of the song.

You felt like exploding with excitement as he held you tightly against his chest and lifted you off your feet for the second time today—this time, spinning you in a circle midair. Your daydream from earlier was nothing compared to the real thing. You didn’t even care if your vertigo returned if it meant he would do it again. In a moment of bravery—and with the two of you high on sleep deprivation or the euphoria of the song, who knew—you wrapped your legs around his waist. Laughing with him as his spins slowed, you hardly registered the fact that the radio was spouting more static than music and jumped as it sputtered and sparked to a halt.

Luke quickly set you down, turning the radio off before it could spark more and cause a fire. He turned back to you, squeezing your hand in his. “Thank you. I just…” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “Thank you.”

You squeezed back, losing yourself in tracing the scars on his face with your eyes. “Of course. But we should both get some sleep.”

He nodded, glancing at the radio—and around the derelict kitchen—one last time before following you hand-in-hand back to the bedroom.

You rolled towards the wall on the mattress, suddenly afraid to be facing him. “Goodnight, Luke.”

He murmured a gentle goodnight in return before you felt the bed shift as he rolled towards you. Just as you were falling into the land of dreams once more, you felt his hand gently rubbing your back again.

***

You weren’t sure if Luke had really been spooning you when you’d woken early that morning, his fingers tightly entwined with yours, or if it had just been a dream. You doubted you’d figure it out for a long time to come—you certainly weren’t about to ask him. You’d nestled further into him, feeling him rub the tip of his nose against your cheek, before falling back asleep—or drifting into a different dream. Either way, he was gone again when you awoke, the bright desert suns filtering through the open hall doorway into the bedroom.

You didn’t have to wonder where he was for long. Just as you sat up, yawning and running a hand through your bedhead, he appeared with a steaming tumbler of caf and set it on the wobbly nightstand next to you. His hand hovered around the cup for a moment as he eyed the wooden structure with wide eyes before turning those same wide eyes back to you as it swayed to a standstill.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his face and he chuckled with you. You could feel some sadness lingering through the Force—which was only to be expected—but he seemed at least a bit more accepting than he had been when you’d first arrived. You moved your legs to make room as he sat on the bed next to you, pulling the rations out of both your packs. You took a sip of your caf and marveled for a moment how he had made it just the way you liked it—you didn’t remember ever discussing how you took your caf with him before. His attentiveness made your stomach flutter and you shyly looked away as he handed you your breakfast.

“Thanks for the caf,” you said, almost missing his you’re welcome as you set the tumbler down on the nightstand and caught your finger in a loop of jerba leather that stuck out of the drawer. As you gently pulled yourself free, the drawer opened to reveal a necklace with a small, square piece of pale wood carved with markings. You began to take it out, but then glanced at Luke, gently dropping it back in place. “I shouldn’t be snooping, I’m sorry—”

“It’s all right.” He took a drink of water before setting his food down and carefully taking the necklace from the drawer. “I can’t believe this is still in one piece.”

You admired the carvings in companionable silence. “It’s pretty.”

He glanced up at you bashfully. “You like it?”

“Yeah, I really like the simplicity of it. Was this your aunt’s?”

“Yes. It’s called a japor snippet. The different symbols all have different meanings, like health, luck, growth, and they’re given as sort of good luck charms.”

“That’s really sweet. Did your uncle give that to her?”

“I did, actually.” He stared at you hesitantly for a moment before continuing. “They’re usually handmade gifts and I made this for her birthday one year.”

“You made this? It’s so good!”

He chuckled and looked to his feet before handing you the necklace. “Thank you. We didn’t grow up with much money, so handmade gifts like this were pretty frequent.”

“What do these symbols mean?”

You were so entranced by the fact that you were holding such a delicate item that Luke had made himself in your hands—especially picturing his big hands being so articulate and gentle—that meeting his eyes again as he explained each carving was almost jarring. “That one’s for luck, this one is for growth, this one is sort of a mashup of home and hearth, this one actually represents cooking, since she loved baking and had a dream of going to culinary school—”

“Did you cook together?” you couldn’t help but interrupt.

He smiled. “Yes, we did. I’m not sure how much of I retained and her food will always be better than mine, but those are…” his face fell slightly, “good memories.”

You felt your own smile collapse. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

He shook his head, giving you a bittersweet stare. “It’s all right. It’s actually nice to be able to talk to someone about them.” He chuckled. “Although this wasn’t exactly how I pictured bringing a girl home…” He trailed off, staring at you with round eyes as he realized the implications of what he’d just said.

You gave him an equally surprised stare, both of you jumping in unison as Luke’s comm went off in his bag. He shoved the last of his food in his mouth before digging through his clothes to the device. Leia’s voice floated through the other end, asking for a status update as you finished off your own breakfast, taking your things to the refresher to give him some privacy.

By the time you returned, he was already up the stairs and by the front door. The storm had stopped and a gentle breeze blew Tatooine’s heat with it. You took one last look around the moisture farm—tapping into the Force once more, seeing glimpses of the comforting home it had been and feeling heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of how adorable little Luke must’ve been. You could just see him on a footstool, peeking up over the kitchen counter as his aunt made bread with flour dusting his hair and nose. The thought made you smile as you opened your eyes and ascended the stairs.

A caravan pulled by two small dewbacks stood waiting a few yards away. As the woman driving turned, you recognized her from the village earlier. She smiled. “I’m so glad you two made it! I had to come this way and back anyway, so figured I’d check on you.”

“We appreciate it,” you replied, your smile fading as you noticed Luke on his knees by his family’s graves. “We’ll be there in a second.”

The woman nodded before turning to the young child swinging their feet on the bench seat beside her.

You crouched next to Luke on the sand, noticing he held his aunt’s japor snippet reverently in his gloved hand. After several moments of silence, you laid your head against his shoulder, sending a silent thank you to the two (and unknown third) in front of you for keeping him safe and raising him to be so warm.

As if he heard your thoughts, Luke reached out and took your hand in his. “Their names were Owen and Beru. The third is my grandmother, Shmi, who I never got to meet.”

“I’m sorry I can’t meet them in person.”

He turned to look at you with a sad smile, rubbing gentle circles against your skin with his thumb. “Beru especially would’ve loved you.”

You felt your heart swell and buried your face in Luke’s shoulder so he wouldn’t see your watery eyes. He pressed his cheek to your hair, sighing before helping you to your feet. He kept a tight grip on your hand the whole way to the wagon, insisting on lifting you by your waist into the back.

As the woman from the village guided the animals back towards her home, the little boy on the bench turned and peppered you with questions—where did you come from? What were you doing here? Did the laser sword at your belt mean you’re a Jedi? Could he be a Jedi? Could he play with your sword?

He occupied so much of your attention that you hardly had time to figure out what exactly Luke was hunched over with his knife. Between questions, you took in the scenery of what had once been his home, interrupted by your arrival at the village and the trek back to where the Redeemer was hidden behind two large boulders. You sighed with the feeling of finally coming home as you settled into the copilot’s seat, watching the engines kick up sand almost as thick as the storm you’d just passed through.

After getting some much needed rest and making sure R2, who had stayed with the ship, received adequate attention, you and Luke soon exited hyperspace to see Ajan Kloss fast approaching through the windshield. As you returned to your chair in the cockpit, Luke surprised you by pulling something familiar out of his pocket and handing it to you.

An uncharacteristic nervousness poured through the Force. At first, you thought he was handing you Beru’s japor snippet, but then noticed it safely nestled around his own neck. The japor snippet he handed you was a bit rounder in shape, smaller, and included a thinner, more delicate circle of jerba leather.

“I made this for you,” he finally said, his voice clear and smooth, but you could see the bashfulness creeping its way into his cheeks and eyes. “I just…couldn’t have gotten through that without you and wanted to find a way to say thank you. Just—for everything.”

You gently touched the piece of wood with your finger where it lay in his cupped hands. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He gave you a small smile, his usual warmth back in his eyes. “I wanted to.”

You turned your attention to the piece of jewelry in front of you, finally taking it into your own hands to get a closer look. “Some of these symbols look different.”

“Those are the same ones for health, luck, and growth you saw on Beru’s. But this one’s for knowledge, peace, um…” he hesitated at two lines, the bottom much shorter than the top, “there isn’t really a symbol for Jedi, but I tried to make something that looked like a lightsaber. Which didn’t turn out great, but I did my best.”

You could barely contain your joy as you met his gaze. “I love it.”

His shoulders sank in relief. “Do you really?”

“Yeah, it’s never coming off. Thank you so much.”

He chuckled. “Well, it’s not the most waterproof material, so it should probably come off sometimes.”

“Oh, wait, what’s this symbol?” You gestured to two slightly asymmetrical semi circles that almost touched, but not quite and wound around the opposite sides like an embrace.

“That’s…” he licked his lips, glancing at the approaching planet below, “for familial affection.”

“But you said that,” you pointed to a different symbol on Beru’s, “was familial affection. This one looks different.”

Luke held your gaze as if he was trying to tell you something with his eyes alone. The Force revealed many emotions swirling in his chest that were too entwined to pry apart and identify as he licked his lips. “It…What I carved for you is a little different, yes. But close.” He turned back to the ship controls in front of him, turning his head slightly as you continued to stare at him with questioning eyes. “Just know it means I care for you…deeply.”

You felt your stomach twist and flip in a way that almost made you nauseous with the strength of it. You unclasped the stay at the back of the leather strip and quickly put it on. As Luke turned his full attention to guiding the ship home with your help, you knew the memory of his lips would haunt you for months to come.

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haveyoureadthisfanfic · 7 months ago

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Summary: There had been no Seeing Stone on Tython that Grogu could use to call for a Jedi. They had survived Gideon's light cruiser mostly by luck. And now Din Djarin is trapped between trying to resume his old life with Grogu in tow or facing what wielding the Darksaber truly means for him and his people. Mostly he just wants a nap. Luke Skywalker is looking for Jedi artifacts he can use to help build a curriculum for the school he seeks to create. Not that he knows where it will be. Or how to find pupils. But then he runs into a shiny stranger whose beskar armor makes him a null space in the Force. And he doesn't know who Luke is. Intrigued (and in need of parts to repair his ship), he Skywalkers his way into tagging along on the latest bounty. They just might change each other. And everything else.

Author: @aureutr

Note from submitter: incredible incredible incredible canon divergence of Din trying to find his own way in the world attempting to not be a main character and Luke 'mr star wars' Skywalker making that quite difficult. also dives into luke's chronic pain which is something that i really appreciate

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thegingerwrites · 4 months ago

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the cure for everything is salt water? 🌊

Mermaid Obi-Wan, my love 🧜‍♂️🌊🧡💕 I've talked a little bit about this fic before but I haven't actually shared anything from it yet. It's one of the fics I'm scheduled to come back to after that poll a few weeks back but I have a bit from it that I've been meaning to share for a while.

This fic is very much the result of watching Aquamarine (the 2006 classic) through obikin goggles and then going on a run where I obsessed over how it would work. It is, admittedly, a little wild.

Enter Anakin Skywalker, widowed marine biologist and single father of two, and Obi-Wan Kenobi, member of the Supreme Council of Merfolk and new owner of a pair of nice legs. Obi-Wan washes ashore in a storm and decides to stay. He believes that humans and merfolk working together is the only way to protect the ocean from pollution and climate change while the rest of the Council wants them to remain separate as they have been for years. He sees Anakin and realizes he is the perfect liaison to the human world. He is smart, kind, handsome, and already does this kind of work for the humans. Not to mention handsome, did he say that already? If he can get Anakin to fall in love with him, the Council would have to declare his self-appointed mission a success.

Meanwhile, Luke and Leia are a week away from the end of their last summer at the Resolute Bay Beach Club. Anakin has accepted a job in Australia, uprooting their lives and moving them halfway around the world. They have one week to say goodbye to the place they've grown up in (they're about 13), to the people they know and love like their babysitter, Ahsoka, and to the memories they had of their mother here before she passed. When the twins and their babysitter, Ahsoka, find a mermaid in their swimming pool, they might have also discovered a way to keep things as they were and give Anakin something to smile about again. Because as everyone knows, if you help a mermaid, you get a free wish.

Below the cut is the snippet I've been meaning to share! It's from Ahsoka's POV, the fic would probably bounce around from a few different perspectives🧜‍♂️🧡

“Hello there!” says the merman. He is every bit as buoyant and… well, bubbly as the kids told her he would be. Maybe even more so. He is as bright as the sunshine and happy to see them, even trapped as he is inside a poolside bar turned storage shed.

Ahsoka spares a glance at the twins before keeping a close eye on the strange man in the shed. “Luke, Leia… what is this? Who is this man?”

“My name is Obi-Wan Kenobi, a representative from the Supreme Council of Merfolk. Dear Luke and Leia found me last night after I washed ashore in the storm.”

He offers the twins a little wave and a warm smile, peering over the edge of the bar and a pile of pool inflatables.

Ahsoka tries her best to school her expression, caught somewhere between disbelief and the overwhelming impulse to get this insane man away from the children.

“And I’m so glad that they did,” the merman—Obi-Wan—continues. “I had no idea what I was going to do, trapped in a swimming pool like that. This morning, when those men came to drain it with that awful machine, I knew I had to escape but there was nowhere for me to go. I managed to climb out when they stepped away, thinking I could at least find a better place to hide, and suddenly I had these!” He gestures down in awe to the two legs he is currently standing on.

Obi-Wan beams up at the three of them, each one a varying degree of confused.

“My very own pair of legs! I knew that it was possible but I’ve never done it before. No one in living memory has. I’ve begged the Council to let me go ashore for years and now I finally have!”

“Are you naked under there?” Ahsoka asks, tentatively tilting her head to see above the bar top.

Obi-Wan looks down too. “Well, yes, I suppose I am. As I said, it was a narrow escape and I was short on options.”

Ahsoka closes her eyes, unable to believe she’s really about to say what is about to come out of her mouth. But she needs to get the kids away from this man if he really is delusional and getting him some clothes is a step in the right direction whether or not he really is some kind of mermaid. “Leia, go to the laundry and grab some of your dad’s clothes. A swimsuit or something.”

If possible, Obi-Wan brightens. “That would be most kind of you, thank you.”

Leia runs off, leaving just Ahsoka, Luke and Obi-Wan. Perhaps with fewer children around, she’ll be able to get a straight answer out of him.

“Look, Obi-Wan. It’s not that I don’t believe that you’re a mermaid—” She doesn’t but that’s beside the point. “—But I’m going to need some proof that you are who you say you are. It’s my job to look after Luke and Leia, I can’t just let them run around with strangers.”

Perhaps if she can talk him down, rationalize with him a bit, they can get Obi-Wan somewhere he can receive help.

Obi-Wan nods solemnly. “Of course, I understand perfectly. I seem to have misplaced my necklace somewhere in the storm last night—it identifies me as a member of the Council. But your concerns are simpler than that, aren’t they? The children saw my tail last night and you haven’t. I haven’t been on land before but supposedly, all I need to do is touch water again for my tail to appear. That or wait for the sun to go down. The unfettered moonlight should bring it back as well.”

He makes it sound so reasonable, is the thing. It shouldn’t be. Ahsoka studies marine biology, she knows there is no such thing as mermaids. And yet…

“Luke, go get him a glass of water.”

Luke runs off obediently while Ahsoka keeps her eyes on the man in the shed. There’s something…strange about him that’s for sure.

Ahsoka crosses her arms in front of her chest and sizes up Obi-Wan. She has her phone in her back pocket ready to go, prepared to call someone, anyone that might help. 9-1-1? Anakin?

“Alright, what do you want?” Ahsoka asks while the kids are occupied. “Say you are a mermaid and not some crazy naked person fresh off of the beach. What are you doing here?”

Obi-Wan’s expression goes solemn and sincere. “My people are struggling against environmental changes they have no control over. For so long, the Mermish Council has been content to keep our people separate for our own protection but I believe that if we are to have any hope of surviving, we have to work together. Being on land now is my chance to make a difference, to prove that we don’t have to hide from humans, that there are those who would help us in our fight to survive.”

He's just so… earnest. He doesn’t sound like someone confused into believing he is a mermaid. He is eloquent and genial, well-spoken and articulate. Listening to him, Ahsoka almost finds herself nodding along, understanding his plight and his duty to protect his people.

Until she remembers that this same man is still standing naked in a shed.

“I don’t believe in mermaids,” Ahsoka says. “And I don’t know what you said to the kids last night to get them to believe you either. But as soon as Leia gets back here with some clothes, you need to leave.”

Obi-Wan looks down at himself. “Ah—yes, I can see how this might be a bit awkward. I understand humans generally keep themselves covered up in public. Merfolk don’t necessarily have that problem, most of the time.” He peers around to look at his back. “Though I have to admit, this is quite cute.”

“Mermaid or not, you’ve got to keep your dick covered.”

“Understood.”

Ahsoka is going to consider that a win.

Footsteps echo across the wooden deck as Luke races over with a glass of water, going so fast he nearly spills it. “I’ve got the water!”

“Excellent. Thank you, Luke.” Obi-Wan reaches out to take the glass from him. Ahsoka has an instinctive, protective urge to tell him to keep Luke’s name out of his mouth. They aren’t friends, they don’t know each other. He is still a stranger, and it is Ahsoka’s job to keep these kids safe.

Obi-Wan perches on a stack of boxes, careful to keep himself covered now that Ahsoka has told him off. He gives Ahsoka a look and nods before upending the glass over his bare thigh.

The transformation happens faster than Ahsoka’s eyes can track. There is no slow morphing of legs to tail, no growth of scales and fins. In the space of a blink, Obi-Wan goes from having two perfectly normal legs to having a long, iridescent blue tail. The curving fin at the end seems to wink at her, as the rest of the tail moves with vast power and strength, as though unused to keeping still. The scales along his thighs gleam in the light like sunlight on open water. They stop just above his waist, smoothly transitioning into his torso.

He flicks his fins, stretching his tail out to its full length before pulling it in, tucking it beneath him to balance better on the box.

“Satisfied?” he asks. There is more than likely some kind of smug grin gracing his features but Ahsoka can’t look away from his tail long enough to see it.

More feet pounding against the wooden deck. “I have some clothes!”

“Thank you very much, Leia,” Obi-Wan says. “If you could just leave them on the sill there, I’m sure my legs will return in a minute.”

Leia joins Luke at the edge of the bar, both of them peering up and over to get a look at Obi-Wan’s tail. “It’s even prettier in the daytime,” she murmurs.

“It’s beautiful,” Luke agrees.

“You’re both very kind.”

Ahsoka tries and fails to gather herself together. He… is a mermaid. The reality of that statement never really occurred to her but it is impossible to deny the fins and scales flashing before her. Every plan she wracked her brains for as to what she could possibly do with a strange man hiding in the storage shed has been dashed to the rocks.

“Right.” Ahsoka takes a deep breath. “Get some clothes on, we’ll talk more then.”

She grabs the two doors that cover the shed’s window and slams them shut. If she takes a moment to close her eyes, rest her head against the shutters and process, that’s between her and the shed.

“What are you three doing out here?”

Ahsoka’s eyes snap open and she turns to face Anakin. He’s sweating and breathless, clearly just back from a run along the shore. Instantly, she is filled with a desire to keep him out of this until she has the situation under control. How does she explain a strange man in the shed? Or the fact that his children know more about him than she does at the moment?

Luke and Leia’s face brighten in tandem, eager to explain everything in overlapping voices. That’s no good either. “We wanted to check out the pool after the storm, see what washed up.”

It’s a weak excuse but it works in a pinch. She catches Luke and Leia’s eyes and gives them both a look. They seem to understand better than she does the necessity of keeping Obi-Wan a secret, at least until they learn more about him. After all, he said himself that mermaids have worked hard to keep their existence a secret from humans. They shouldn’t go around exposing him without his permission.

“Hopefully not much,” Anakin says. “If all goes well, it should be filled, cleaned, and opened again by the end of the week.”

Leia opens her mouth to speak but Ahsoka still isn’t ready to risk whatever might come out of her mouth just yet. "Yeah, there wasn't much to see by the pool so the three of us were going to head down to the beach.”

Anakin nods. “I was just down there. The storm opened up a breach about a mile down near the marsh if you want to see something interesting. I have to get on the phone with Bail about securing the area for conservation.”

There’s a loud thump from the shed behind them. Ahsoka spares a glance behind her and catches a glimpse of Obi-Wan peering between the slim gap in the shed’s storm shutters. She quickly turns away and schools her expression, steadfastly ignores whatever is going on in there.

The beach, the entire bay really, is Anakin’s baby, in addition to his two human babies, that is. His training in marine biology led to an interest in ecology and a desire to help preserve the organisms and habitats he studied. Ahsoka connected with him when he taught as a TA in one of her marine biology classes. They’ve been more or less side by side for the last four years, into her own graduate work.

Never one to sit idle behind a desk, he took to the beach to help rehabilitate Resolute Bay. Bail Organa, a politician and friend of Anakin’s wife helped smooth things like environmental regulation over from the standpoint of state government. Ahsoka knew it was hard for him to talk to Padmé’s former colleagues and friends. He would need her to help out with the twins today even more than she usually did.

“We’ll check it out, right guys?”

Luke and Leia agree and Anakin offers Ahsoka a grateful smile.

She thinks they might have managed it. Anakin has things to do and people he doesn’t want to talk to surely, he is about to head off to leave them to it. Another thump, this one from right behind the window, rattling the wooden doors that cover it. This time Anakin tilts his head a little and Ahsoka is proud of their uniformly innocent expressions.

Anakin frowns for a moment at the three of them but a call from the main house ultimately pulls his attention away. “You know where to find me if you need me. I’ll meet you guys for lunch.”

The three of them watch him go before turning their attention back to the shed. Ahsoka hauls the window open to ask Obi-Wan what the hell he thought he was doing making all of that noise only to find no one standing amidst the pool supplies and maintenance equipment.

The door to the shed at the far end opens and out steps Obi-Wan, fully dressed in tiny board shorts and a buttoned-down shirt. He pays them absolutely no mind.

“Who was that?” he asks, sounding slightly dazed. His eyes are fixed on Anakin, climbing up the steps to the main house to talk to Motti.

“That’s our dad,” Luke supplies.

“Your father? You mean you could introduce me to him?”

Leia frowns, clearly put out by the fact that Obi-Wan seems more interested in their boring old dad than hanging out with them. “If you want, I guess.”

“What do you want with Anakin?” Ahsoka asks.

“He’s the one who dove in to rescue Luke in the pool yesterday, isn’t he? And he cares about the environment, seems well-connected in his field, not to mention gorgeous. He’s perfect.”

“Perfect?” The twins echo each other.

Only when Anakin disappears, off to his office to get to work saving horseshoe crabs and piping plovers does Obi-Wan return his attention back to them. The smile he graces them with his incandescent.

“He’s going to help me save my people,” Obi-Wan says, like it is a fact. “I can get to know him, prove to the Council that not all humans are monsters, and start saving the ocean.”

Like it’s that easy.

“You said his name is Anakin?” Obi-Wan asks, testing the name in his mouth.

Ahsoka nods. “Anakin Skywalker.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “Absolutely perfect.”

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