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starlightrows · 4 years ago

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In The Eye Of The Beholder

Chapter 3

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Oral (m and f receiving), mild anti-clone sentiments,

Summary: Commander Wolffe returns to Coruscant for a check in appointment for the study, and scores another date with you!

As time passes the irritated skin around the scar crossing Wolffe’s face begins to fade. He’s back on deployment now, somewhere in the galaxy leading his troops and carrying out orders. But he is still part of the study on the effectiveness of his prothesetic, he obviously can’t come in for case study updates in person, so instead he has scheduled holo calls with you.

The holocalls should really only take about fifteen minutes, thirty if he’s experiencing issues that require scheduling an in person appointment for adjustment or troubleshooting. But each call lands up being closer to an hour, or two depending on how much time he could truly get away with not being on duty.

You talk about your job, he talks about the war effort. You tell him funny stories from your time studying in medical school. He tells you about the stupid things he’s witnessed various memebrs of his squad (and other battalions) do. You describe what it was like growing up on your homeworld. He describes growing up with three million siblings on a planet that never had a day without rain. Food, music, sleeping habits, things you love, things you hate. The two of you never struggle to find something to talk about.

When he isn’t talking to you on holocalls, you’re always on his mind. Every little thing he sees and does, he finds himself thinking of what kind of comment you would make on the situation. Would you laugh at his brother's antics, or scold them alongside him? What advice would you provide when he is faced with a tough decision? He finds himself looking up into the night sky when stationed on far away planets and wondering just how much distance is between the two of you at this moment, and how long would it be before he could close that distance?

His answer comes sooner than he expected it would. General Plo informs him that the battalion will be returning to Coruscant for the purpose of several squads being transferred or reassigned to the battalion as well as the General needed to attend a series of council meetings in person. General Plo also mentioned that it would be best if he contacted you to schedule a check in for his prosthetic.

Briefly Wolffe wondered if the General knew of his evening he spent off the base with you, but ultimately decided two things. He probably did not, the General is a busy man with many responsibilities, too many to notice the comings and goings of every trooper (or commander) that serves under him. And, even if he did, he didn’t care.

Wolffe uses the excuse to schedule a case study appointment to take over an hour to himself in his quarters talking to you on the coms. He tells you he is returning to Coruscant, and he’ll be stationed there for at least four days. Internally he debates asking you outright to go out with him again. He doesn’t normally get much enjoyment from going out to the bars, but he had so much fun dancing with you last time. To his delight you beat him to the punch.

��So, if you’re gonna be planetside for a little while would you consider coming with me to see some live music and have a couple drinks?” You ask with a hint of heat creeping up into your cheeks. You’ve been looking forward to taking a night off to enjoy this free outdoor concert, but if Wolffe could come with you it would be all the more special.

The grouchy commander with a charming smile and quick wit has grown on you. After he tried to leave before, you were afraid that you’d made a mistake inviting him back to your apartment for sex. But he’s proven you wrong in the last couple months. He’s eager and engaged in your biweekly holocalls. And moreso, he seems eager to see you again.

“I could go for some music and drinks. You gonna dance with me again?” he teases

“Get enough drinks in me and you just might get your wish, commander”

In a few days time, you hear from him that he’s arrived on Coruscant and he’s looking forward to seeing you. Unfortunately you can’t get away from work the first day he’s planetside, with your date scheduled for the second day of his shore leave. You’re distracted throughout that day, thinking about seeing him again. You briefly considered comming him at the end of your shift to invite him back to your apartment. But you decide against it, he’s probably enjoying some downtime with his brothers or by himself, and he’s already agreed to spend time with you tomorrow.

Your assumption is partially correct. He is spending some downtime with his brothers in the barracks in the Coruscant base, they’re passing around a bottle of spotchka playing drinking games. Wolffe is having a good time, but he would honestly rather be with you.

The next morning he turns up at your office in his officers uniform for his case study appointment. You welcome him inside in a professional manner, but the second the door is closed you take his hand and lean up to kiss his cheek.

“Welcome back Commander,”

The appointment is relatively quick, just a series of eye movement tests and a questionnaire on symptoms and side effects he’s experienced since having the prosthetic placed. Though it does take all of your concentration to focus on actually collecting the data and not getting sidetracked by flirty conversation. There will be time enough for that later.

When the appointment is finished, you excuse yourself to go to the fresher and change into something more appropriate for spending the day out. You returned looking lovely in a comfortable but stylish outfit. You lock up your office and the two of you set out for the day. The concert isn’t until later in the afternoon, leaving plenty of time to stroll through the various levels of the city.

As you go along, you begin to notice more and more eyes on the pair of you. Many civilians are of the opinion that the clones should not be permitted to spend their off hours among the population of civilized planets. People are afraid of them, bred for war… the words scary, hostile, and unstable often get thrown around. You make a point to keep in step with Wolffe and enjoy every moment of your time with him. People can stare all they want, you’ve been looking forward to this.

The pair of you arrive at the outdoor venue and find a high table that gives you a good view of that stage without being too close. You order drinks and finger food to snack on while you wait for the concert to start. The sun is quickly setting, the lights meant to illuminate the stage and patio come on.

Wolffe looks dashing in his officers uniform, but you can’t decide if it is more or less comfortable than the armor. You’ll have to ask him later, because now the musicians are starting to play. The music is fun and lively, loud enough to drown out the two of you talking and laughing, but not loud enough you can’t hear each other like at the club last time.

Wolffe didn’t initially think going to see live music in a small venue like this would be enjoyable, he’s not really a music person as it is. But he has a great time, music is so much better hearing it in person, and all the more fun when you have a pretty date who likes to dance after a couple drinks.

It’s not raunchy sexually motivated dancing like before, though that was fun too, your dancing tonight is playful and fun. Your smile shines bright under the twinkling patio lights as he spins and dips you. When the concert ends there is applause from the audience thanking the musicians for their fantastic performance. Wolffe is almost disappointed the show is over, if he had it his way he would get to twirl you around and make you laugh all night long.

Well… that might still be an option in another sense.

Your apartment isn’t too far away, so you walk with your hand in the crook of his arm back to your place. When you get inside you offer him a glass of wine, and sit together in your living room.

“Thanks for coming out with me tonight,” you say warmly

“How could I say no? I love to see you dance,” he replies with a hint of a smirk. You lean in a little and hold his gaze with lips ever so slightly parted, an invitation if he’s willing to accept it.

He does, closing the gap between you to smooth his lips over yours in a kiss. You taste the wine on his lips, dark and sweet. You let your jaw slack a little as his tongue gently pushes past your lips to explore your mouth. Warmth pools low in your tummy, the hand he has placed at your waist is distracting since his thumb slowly stroking over the bottom curve of your breast. But you stay focused, you’ve got something in mind for tonight.

Breaking away from the kiss you make your move, pushing him away from you and back into the couch. “I want to do something for you,” you say in a low sultry tone, hoping he’d trust you enough to lead. He quirks a brow, curious as to your intentions.

You slide off the couch and settle yourself at his feet, pushing his knees open. He eyes you with an air of caution “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he says. But damn does he want it, just the sight of you slipping down between his legs already has him half hard.

You run your hands up the outsides of his thighs, and curl your fingers around the top of his trousers. “I want to do this”

He nods and settles back with a smirk “You were planning this weren’t you?” He growls as you work his pants off. You give him an innocent look and bat your eyelashes teasingly. You free his cock from his grays, curving up towards his stomach, hard in anticipation.

You reach out and take him in your hand, licking a stripe up the underside of his shaft and closing your lips over the head. He lets out a groan as you take him deeper into your mouth, sucking as you go.

“Such a good girl taking my cock” he groans.

You begin bobbing your head clinging to his thighs for support. You could feel yourself getting wet with arousal too, his groans and praise getting to you. You use your hand to pump the base of his cock you can’t get to with your mouth, and the other to start massaging his balls. His grunts and moans began getting louder and more desperate.

“I’m close” he moaned “Go on baby, finish me off”

You took him down into your throat, as deep as you could before starting to gag and sucked at him, coaxing him over the edge. You could feel him tightening up, his feral grunts and moans becoming erratic and unrestrained. You pull off of him about half way and open your mouth wide, stroking his cock in quick firm movements. His head drops back onto the couch, grunting and panting as he cums into your waiting mouth.

His head snaps back forward, eyes taking in the sight of you with his cum painted over your lips and in your pretty mouth. He leans forward, reaching out to pinch your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger. You poke your tongue out just a bit, and let him admire the sight of his release.

“Swallow it” he growls

You respond by licking your lower lip and drawing your tongue back into your mouth swallowing whatever you hadn’t already. He surges forward and crashes his lips down on yours. He pulls you up from your spot on the ground, and into his lap. His hands are everywhere, roaming down your back, over the curve of your ass, around to your tummy and up to cup your breasts through your pretty little shirt. He finally breaks the kiss, panting from exertion but still riled up.

“Let me return the favor,” he growls, flipping you over, taking you down to lay back on the couch. He takes his time, peeling off your pants, stripping your top off, and undoing the clasps of your bra. He leans over and kisses you again with a kind of intensity you’ve never experienced before. It’s not exactly rough, it’s hungry and desperate. His hands massage your breasts, deftly rolling your nipples between his fingers. You moan into the kiss.

“You like that baby?” He trails his lips down your neck, and kisses them hollow at the base. You wiggle your hips, the wetness pooling in your nether regions becoming a little uncomfortable. He chuckles darkly, and resumes kissing his way down your body. He stops just at your panty line, looking up at you with a bit of mischief in his eyes.

Without breaking eye contact, he carefully bites the waistband of your panties and begins to drag them down. Your breath hitches at the sight, and you lift your hips up just a bit to help him get them off. When he gets them down to about your knees, he releases them from between his teeth and uses one hand to tear them away.

Then he’s leaning back down, and leaving a trail of wet kisses and little bites from the inside of your knee up your leg, getting closer and closer to where you need him most. His hands slide up the backs of your thighs and lifts you about an inch or two off the couch to his waiting mouth.

His tongue slides between your folds and he begins to lap at your wetness. He teases your aching hole with the most tantalizing strokes of his tongue, switches it up by nosing his way up to your clit and suckling at it, squeezing your ass and moaning into you.

You’re moaning, panting, flushed with heat and getting closer and closer to a release.

“Wolffe,” you moan “please… please… please… make me cum”

He glances up and sees your eyes have fluttered shut, your head tipped back and chest heaving with strained breath. He speeds his movements, suckles at your clit with alternating flicks of his tongue and groans at the sounds of your pleasure.

Your hands twist around the edge of the sofa cushions, needing something to cling onto as your climax overtakes you. Your moans and whimpers stall out, and your voice cuts off as you cum. Your legs tremble in his hold, signaling him to slow down his movements and pull away from your glistening cunt as you come down from your high.

He crawls back over you, catching your lips in another kiss. You taste yourself on him, and come back to reality.

“Stars….” you whisper, breaking the kiss “You didn’t tell me you had a secret talent, Commander”

“If I told you, it wouldn’t be much of a secret would it?” He kisses you again, the desperation has subsided but the hunger is still there.

“You gonna try to take off on me or are you sticking around for breakfast tomorrow?” You tease him. You get the feeling he knew he was welcome to stay again, but still make the joke just in case.

“If the offer is on the table?” He quirks an eyebrow at your comment, and gives you a smirk.

On the table you think to yourself maybe next time….

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#Star Wars #Clone Wars #Commander Wolffe #Commander Wolffe x reader #Commander Wolffe x fem reader #CC 3636 #In The Eye Of The Beholder #my clone husband #wolffe’s wifey

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dindjarinbae · 4 years ago

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I just finished listening to Taylor Swift’s new album, Tolerate It hurt really bad. Please some sad Din content based off of that song, and I beg, angst and no happy ending

bestie, this is so late. i’m so sorry </3

this shit hurted to write but that’s okay, i tried my hardest to stay true to the request. anyways here you go!!

warnings: NONE, just sad

word count: 1.3k

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The first day you realized something was truly off was the day it was too late to do anything about it. Perhaps, in short moments in passing before now you felt like something was fleeting, fading, waning away from your grip.

The thing slipping from your grasp was Din.

It was a chilly night on the planet of Eadu, and rain was falling loudly against the Crest. You should’ve been sleeping and he should have been as well, but you were both awake while the only one on board getting any rest was the sleeping baby in his little pram across the way. You sat with your legs dangling over the edge of Din’s bunk and you watched him from the other side of the hull. He sat casually on a crate that had been turned upside down and he read about his bounty from a blue-tinted hologram. If he noticed your stare, he didn’t acknowledge it or invite you to come sit with him like he used to. That was the first time you realized something was amiss.

You’d always wondered if you two would last, and it seemed like the test of time had been passed, but unforeseen things happen, and this was unfortunately one of those things. He was older than you, by over ten years, he’d confirmed indefinitely once, but never gave you more than that. You speculated that you were looking at a nearly thirteen or fourteen year gap, and that made you nervous, but he assured you, it was nothing to worry about, that he didn’t care.

But now it was like he did.

The second time you noticed it was when his protective little quirks became less romantic and more like you were another child he had to take care of. He scolded you, reprimanded you, and would often correct you in patronizing ways, like a father to his child. You easily picked up that it was the same tone he used with Grogu.

Oh yes, it seemed he was only simply... tolerating you at this point.

The third time was the first time you’d ever felt so alone in his presence, and it came to pass that it wouldn’t be the last. He had been gone for two days, out on the desolate planet of Jakku, leaving you and the kid alone and bored in the ship, giving him no option but to nap his time away and giving you no option but to pass the time by cleaning the ship thoroughly, making it practically sparkle. And when you heard the door opening two days later, you jumped to your feet to greet your bounty hunter with a warm and proud welcome, only to be tentatively hugged, patted on the back, and brushed past, his beskar clad shoulder bumping yours. Not even an apology was spoken.

Tears built up in your eyes while frustration and loneliness built up in your heart, and you marched to the cockpit to talk to him.

As soon as you entered the cockpit, you sunk down in the copilot’s chair and you stayed there in silence, waiting for him to recognize your presence.

He never did.

So you took it into your own hands.

Thoughts of elaborate ways to word your concerns and lighthearted pre-conversation were all flushed away by your first round of tears and you gasped his name.

Now, he turned to you. Now he acknowledged your presence next to him in the cockpit. Nonverbally, of course.

“What is wrong? What is happening to us?” You ask, desperately begging for an answer from him, and part of you wished he’d lie to you, but the other part wanted honesty.

He gave you neither and just stayed silent, the tail ends of a sigh passing his vocoder and he hung his head just a bit, laying his hands down on his thighs.

“Please.” You begged again, reaching up to pointlessly wipe your eyes. It didn’t matter, more tears fell.

It was a long moment of silence before he spoke, his head still hung, “Y/n... Sometimes, things don’t always go the way we want them to go.”

“That’s not an answer!” You cried and shook your head, not having the will to look at him, “Please just tell me this is in my head, that I’m being crazy, Din. Please.”

“I’m sorry.” You heard him whisper and then fall silent again. Your hands shook and you stared down at them, your tears melting everything together to be seen as a blur, and you couldn’t seem to breathe.

“I’ll take you back to Coruscant. I’m sorry.” He mumbled and turned back to the control panel, staying characteristically silent as he moved the ship up into the atmosphere.

You numbly stood up and stumbled your way back into the hull, trying to put as much distance as you could between you and Din.

The ride to Coruscant was silent, and if the baby was awake, he didn’t make any noise. You sat on the same crate he did when you first noticed something was wrong, and you clasped your shaking hands together.

Truth be told, you weren’t ready to lose him. How could you be? He’d saved you, he’d loved you, he’d given you loving sanctuary when you needed it most, and he’d become your home when you couldn’t bear yours. You wondered what made him want to pull away, what made his love wane, what weakened, cut, and then stomped on the string of gold that held the two of your hearts together as one. Surely, you couldn’t have felt that alone. It had to have been reciprocated... right?

Perhaps hours had passed while you sat on that crate, maybe seconds, days, years, you didn’t know. But finally you felt the familiar shake of the landing gear, and when you felt the jolt of hitting the ground, your head slowly raised. Din had already climbed down the ladder and was opening the door for you, and you scurried past him, wanting to get back to your old house and cry.

But his hand caught your wrist and he looked into your teary, red eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

You yanked your wrist from his grip and you stared at him for a moment more before letting out a cruel, sad laugh, and you ran off, away from him, off of the ship, into the deep city of Coruscant.

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The first time Din found himself regretting making you leave was when he stood in some run down, shady little market on the Ring of Kafrene. At first, he felt like he made the right decision, because of course, this was no life for a beautiful person such as yourself. He’d be your downfall, your death, he brought danger. You didn’t deserve that. But there he stood in a shabby marketplace when he saw a vendor with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The kid picked up on this, and he whined, because arguably, he missed you even more than Din.

The second time that he realized he wanted you to come home to him was when the child began to wail while they were on the ship, traveling back to Nevarro. As much as he tried, he couldn’t get the baby to quiet down like you could with your gentle voice and motherly disposition, your kind smile and gentle touch, feather light across his skin... Oh yes, he missed you like he’d never missed anyone.

And the third time? The third time he decided he missed you was the first waking moment from a dream about you. A dream where the two of you were happy, together, you were holding his hand and he was holding you.

But the third time hurt the most because he realized that it was by his own hand, because of his own doing that he could never get you back. He could never fix the millions of pieces of your shattered heart that were scattered all over his ship, out the door, and made a trail all the way to Coruscant.

So now, all he could do was sit back, watch his mistakes, and simply tolerate it.

#star wars #fanfiction #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin x y/n #the mandalorian x y/n #the mandalorian x you #mando imagine #baby yoda #baby grogu #star wars x reader #star wars imagine

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benvskylo · 4 years ago

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The feeling when you’re looking through your docs and you find almost 1000 words of a post TROS mini story that you have no recollection of writing from a year ago and that you’re not gonna finish cause you’ve been sitting on a better idea for at least a week

Said unfinished story, for those interested lol:

Three months.

Since Exegol.

Since Palpatine.

Since the war.

Since winning.

It’s been three months and not a single night goes by where Rey doesn’t dream of Ben Solo.

She dreams of hikes through the rocky islands of Ahch-To.

Of sitting side by side in the cockpit of the Falcon.

Of walking hand in hand through the crowded festivals on Pasaana.

She dreams of stolen glances and his arms wrapped around her.

Of his fingers in her hair.

Of his hands gripping her waist as he pushes her against the nearest wall to kiss her until they both can’t breathe.

But she always wakes up, no matter how much she wishes she wouldn’t. It’s always a damn dream. She hasn’t felt his Force signature in three months. She hasn’t felt much of anything since then, unless she’s dreaming.

Rey wakes from another of these dreams when an alarm in the Falcon goes off. In this dream, they had been back in the hut on Ahch-To, but this time they hadn’t been interrupted. Finger touching had turned to hand holding, which turned to running her fingers down his scar, which turned to him grabbing her face and kissing her with a ferocity that had left her with a warm feeling in her stomach when she had woken.

Rey lays in her bunk and listens to Poe and Finn arguing in the next room. Another thing that’s different. The two of them are constantly bickering about the Resistance.

The argument seems to diffuse and Rey deems it safe to emerge from her bed. They are nearing Coruscant. Poe and Finn had brought Rey along to the capital to visit Rose and Connix. They had said something about ‘girl time’ which had made Rey cringe. She doesn’t want to discuss men or clothing or anything of the sort. She just wants to sleep so she can see Ben.

Once they reach the city, Finn and Poe leave Rey on the Falcon so they can run a few errands. Rey is wandering the hallway of the ship when she feels it.

The tug of energy. The hum of the Force.

She is shaking as she enters the main hold. She doesn’t dare to look for him. He’s not going to be there. She’s dreaming.

But there he is.

On the opposite side of the hold, in all his long haired brooding glory, stands Ben Solo.

“Rey”

She says nothing. She can’t even begin to form the words in her brain. All she can do is close her eyes.

“Rey look at me”

She doesn’t and he takes a step forward as words finally come.

“I’m dreaming”

Another step.

“You’re not”

She opens her eyes and takes a step back from him.

“Yes I am. You’re dead. This isn't real”

“Rey this isn’t a dream”

Every step he takes forward, she takes another one backward until her back is against the wall.

“No you’re not real. You’re not here”

She closes her eyes and leans her head against the wall, clenching her fists as he continues to step forward. He stops just a step away from her.

“Rey. This is real”

She can’t help but slide down the wall just a fraction of an inch as he raises his hand from his side. She is shaking as he reaches out to touch her hand, still clenched in a fist, fingernails digging into her palms.

He touches her.

Her chin trembles and a tear slides down her cheek as he wraps his hand around her wrist. Her eyes refuse to open.

“Rey look at me”

She can feel his breath on her face. She shakes her head.

“If I do you’ll be gone”

Ben lifts his other hand to her cheek and she lets out a sigh as she leans into his touch.

“Not until the connection breaks”

With this, her eyes flutter open.

He’s still there. He’s touching her. She can feel and see and hear and smell him.

She doesn’t dare move for fear of him disappearing all over again.

“What is happening?”

Ben sighs and leans down, pressing his forehead against hers. She closes her eyes and sinks just a little further down the wall as the tip of his nose touches hers.

“Shhhh. I’ll explain later. Just let me be with you now”

The shaking is back. Or had it never left? Rey can hardly think as Ben’s thumb moves across her cheekbone in a soft swipe, back and forth. She opens her free fist and holds onto his wrist. She can feel his pulse. Somehow, Ben Solo is still alive.

Ben’s hand around her wrist moves to her waist, pulling her closer to him. Another tear threatens to run down her cheek as the space between their mouths close.

The kiss is nothing and yet everything like the kisses of her dreams. It is soft and deep and slow and passionate and gentle and hungry. Rey’s fingers find their way to his hair and twist around the strands.

He suddenly pulls back, just enough for her to look in his eyes.

“Come find me,” he whispers, before vanishing.

Update: Ok. So. I wrote this a year ago and forgot about it. I wish I remembered where I was gonna go with it, but unfortunately I don’t :/ However! I have had a short fic idea(just 1, MAYBE 2 chapters) -that would start out similarly to this- that has been in my head for a few weeks and I’m hoping I can at least start on it this weekend!

#star wars #kylo ren #adam driver #ben solo #rey #daisy ridley #reylo #reylo fandom #reylo fic #reylo ao3 #the feeling when #I have no recollection of writing this

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wolffesimp · 4 years ago

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Love You Back

kit fisto x you

SUMMARY: in the late autumn night, you find yourself sleepless at the jedi temple. what happens when kit fisto finds you outside, alone in the cold?

warnings: ehhh pg-13...kinda sugestive content? nothing explicit tho cuz i’m a child of god :) 1.6 k words...strap yo-selves in henny

dedicated to: miss kenna, who needed more material to read. i know we both simp over the smexy ass green fish man, so here ya go dear! @hxldmxdxwn

Your relationship was hidden behind the shadows of the ever approaching war. But somewhere, built underneath all the pent up emotion, there was a blooming attachment to one another. Hearts that longed to sing in harmony. Fingers yearning to caress the skin of their lover. Lips wanting to unite together as one.

A blissful day dream it was. Your relationship was never something you could pull off. Not with the all knowing Jedi council. The watchful eyes of Jedi Masters and Knights. Had you even considered that your Master, Kit Fisto, hadn’t returned your affections?

Never mind that! Never mind the Jedi council! Your love for him was stronger! It knew no bounds!

But how naive you were! Dreams! Dreams! Dreams! They haunt you in your sleep and lurk in the day. It keeps you up at night, tossing and turning in your bed. A dull ache in your stomach though your belly was full.

Mercy above, you needed to breathe! Sitting up from the suffocating bed, you glide to the shared balcony. It only made sense that Master Kit’s room was right beside your own. Opening the door noiselessly, you let out a long exhale.

The welcoming air of Coruscant hit your face. Relieving your senses, you leaned over the railing. Looking out at the nightlife, you only thought of how lonely it must be for some. A city so big that it was easy to become overwhelmed and distance yourself from those who care. Far off sounds of chatter and speeders filled your ears. No matter how many times you observed the nightlife, you never got bored. There was always an attraction; drunkards yelling in the streets, a speeder zooming by, a couple in love.

Distraction from your Jedi Master was temporary. Somehow your thoughts always led you back to him. Kit’s handsome face and well sculpted build. His praise that was rare, but permanent in your memory. A moment that still stuck out to you drifted back into your mind.

Kit’s body was close to yours. Too close. So much so that you could feel his breath against the nape of your neck. His hand was clenched over yours, which was holding your lightsaber. As he taught you a new strategy of holding the blade, you realized you were in way too deep. Yes, you are madly in love with him.

“Now, try it on your own.”

You couldn’t help but feel disappointed as he stepped away from you, letting go of your hand. Nevertheless, you repeated his same actions he showed you. A blush spread across your face as you awaited his feedback.

“That’s it, bunny! Doing so good for me!”

Bunny was his beloved nickname for you. Sinful innuendos filled your head in a frenzy. You couldn’t bare to look at his face. Quickly, you turned away, muttering an embarrassed Thank you, Master.

You looked back at the doors leading to the balcony. No lights were on in Kit’s room. A good sign. There were no sounds of footsteps. Another good sign. Assuming he was still asleep, you resumed your scrutinty of Coruscant.

A chill ran through your body. Curse the bloody sheer nightgown you wore! But then again...it looked rather divine on you. Complimenting your curves and leaving little to imagine for the eye. The silk was of a rich blue, spaghetti straps clinging onto your shoulders. Subconsciously, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Warmth returned to your numbed arms. Perhaps it was too crisp to be outside for much longer, considering that Coruscant was transitioning into the winter season.

You glanced up at the night sky. Unfortunately, it was too polluted to see the night stars. But you still envisioned them. A canopy of bright lights that were assumed to be thousands upon thousands of planets. It was reassuring to know that at least the planets could coexist in the sky.

Oh, to go stargazing with your Jedi Master. How magical would that be? Strong arms wrapped around your waist. Body pressed against Kit’s, head leaning into his chest. You could almost feel the ghost of his fingers. A fantasy, it all was. With a sigh, you turned away from the sky, only now heading for the comfort of your bedroom. Freezing half way through your steps, you saw your Jedi Master.

“Master?” you asked softly

Kit’s arms were crossed over his bare chest. A pair of loose black pants hung from his lower torso. His eyes darted up and down your body, seizing you like pray. You were disgruntled, folding your arms protectively over your chest. His tongue graced his bottom lip, meeting your gaze.

“Bunny, it’s far too cold to be outside.”

His deepened voice- somehow it was better than the one you were used to hearing before.

“I-I just couldn’t sleep...” you said. “too many things happening in my brain.”

“Care to explain?”

Heat coursed through your body. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a swell idea...”

“You have always told me everything. What’s so different about this?”

You are in love with your Jedi Master! That’s what is different about this!!

Kit was now in the way of your door. Attempting to brush him aside, along with his question as well, you gave him a light push. He didn’t move an inch. Instead, he towered over you, disappointment well written on his face. What was wrong with you? What weren’t you telling him?

“Did someone hurt you, bunny? I swear to Maker if they did-”

“No one hurt me.” your face fell. “It’s just that...if I tell you it could ruin everything.”

You flung your arms around him. He stumbled back slightly, but embraced you with his own hefty arms. Burying your head into his bare chest, you accepted your fate. This was probably about to go horribly wrong. Kit sensed your unease. Normally, he was a patient man. However...this was challenging him. There was nothing more he hated than seeing you unhappy.

“What do you mean?” he asked gently

Oh Maker, you were prepared for the worst. Luck was not something bestowed upon you. You summoned up what little courage you had left.

“Kit, I’m burning for you. This might sound strange, but you are the very reason I cannot fall asleep at night. I-I need you more than you’ll ever know. Your voice, your wisdom, everything about you makes me in love.”

Kit was utterly shocked. “What?”

You wondered why whoever controlled the universe conspired for your doom.

“Oh...” you felt ashamed. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything.”

You got out of his grip only to be pulled back by the force. A gasp came from out of your mouth as your back hit the chilled wall. Hunger lurked in his eyes as you looked up at him. You had spent long enough with him to be able to read his coal eyes. Kit’s arms pinned you against the wall on either side of your head. It was strange for him to be dominant over you.

“Bunny, you are my girl. Didn’t you already know that? Was I not obvious enough?”

In the luminance of the city light, his green skin was hauntingly beautiful. And his personality- Maker did you have things to say about that. The male Jedi was quiet, but knew just what to say when you were feeling down or needed an extra push. Kit was always up for a good laugh, being much more laid back than some of his Jedi counterparts. ahem, windu He could always tell how you felt, not only through your force bond, but also through his remarkable head tentacles that could somehow detect phermones. yes, that’s canon i think Kit was not only adept fighter on land, but in water too.

You never thought you would be so close to the Nautolan, but here you were. Faces just inches from each other. Kit felt your heartbeat increase at his words of encouragement. A smile was proud on his face.

“So you like me back?”

“Like? I love you back, bunny.”

You giggled. Your hands cupped the sides of his amphibian skin. The texture was very smooth. He leaned into your touch, arms returning back at your waist. Just like when you trained, his body was pressed against yours.

“I love you too, Master.”

He laughed. Tingling sensations lit up your body as he planted butterfly kisses all over you. Your forehead was his first victim. You never knew your skin could be so sensitive as he continued to explore it. Kissing both of your cheeks, he tilted his head down to gain more leverage on your neck.

His lips graced the edge of your jaw. “Maker, I craved for your kiss.”

You were stunned into silence. Head tilted into the wall, nails scratching at his bare back. Anyone could catch you two. He seemed to have a similar train of thought. Without disconnecting your bodies, he opened his door and guided you two inside his room.

Once again, his lips were upon your neck. He started at the base, slowly drifting up. But he was greedy against your sweet smelling skin.

Years after years of pining after his bunny...and this was just the after affects of finally getting what he wanted.

There was an undeniable need for you. A burning hunger that ripped through him. He was eager to take you all in. The nightgown and phermones you were releasing most certainly weren’t helping his case. Oh, and the pleasured sounds you were making as he bit gently at your skin.

“Bunny, you are iresistable.”

You laughed airily. Bringing him in, your lips collided together as one. If you could choose one word to describe what you felt like, it would be heavenly. You two were mated together forever, with the force freely moving about you. The bond you two held was unbreakable.

“I love you, Kit, and I’ll say it a million times again.”

a/n: was i too steamy? lmaoooo idk y’all. i was so hyped about this cuz i wanted to make it like some fucking shakesperian story jesus christ i know i spelt that wrong but the dramatic theme kinda fell through. ahahaha i hope y’all liked it though :)

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letsmellowjello · 4 years ago

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The Notebook

Pairings: Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Warnings: just fluff and a tiny bit of language

Summary: Anakin doesn’t know that you draw him, but then he finds your notebook.

Notes: I absolutely hate how I wrote their little battle, it just seems so slow and not exciting. Just do me a favor and try and use your imagination a bit, okay? Just an fyi that nobody asked for, I honestly think I’m the funniest person ever and I think that the title that I chose is kinda funny (it really isn’t but still). Feedback is appreciated! The gif isn’t mine

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Some would call it stalkerish, others would call it infatuation, but you called it pure boredom and a good reference. Ever since you met Anakin Skywalker, you had been drawing him. Every spare moment was spent sketching away in your little notebook the lines of his face and the swoops of his hair. When you first started doing it you saw it as purely a way to kill time and hone your own art skills, but over time it became something of a habit and maybe, just maybe you were falling for him a little bit. Whenever you had a moment, you were always itching to take out your little notebook and pencil.

Of course Anakin never knew anything about it, you didn’t intend for him to. All he knew was that you liked to draw at times and that you had a notebook. You had to admit, it was a little creepy, but what else could you do when the pictures drew themselves? Anakin was absolutely gorgeous and a wonderful model even if he didn’t know it. You would never tell him any of these things, it would only boost his ego.

“That was absolutely horrible,” You groaned as you and Anakin left the Jedi Council Chamber. You had both just debriefed the council of what had happened during you mission which was a complete and utter mess to say the least. Nobody had died thank goodness, but so many things went wrong and it had just taken so much longer than necessary.

“I can second that,” Anakin agreed. “I have to go see Obi-Wan real quick, but do you want to go grab something to eat later?”

“Sure, I’ll meet you in the banquet hall. See you later.” You turned and walked down the hall in the opposite direction of Anakin. You always loved your little post-mission dates. They weren’t actual dates of course, but it had become something of a ritual since you were padawans to go get something to eat and just talk and wind down after a mission.

You walked into the banquet hall and chose a seat next to one of the towering windows that overlooked the city of Coruscant. There were very few people in the hall as it was an odd time of the afternoon to be getting food, but you were both off for the rest of the day so you didn’t need to worry about missing a training session or meeting.

As you sat down you sighed tiredly, it felt like you hadn’t gotten the chance to relax in forever, which wasn’t too far from the truth. During the mission, the only time that you had been able to get any amount of relaxation or rest was in between jumps and even then there wasn’t nearly enough time to properly sleep or do a little sketching. All throughout the mission and the debriefing with the council, you had been itching to take out your notebook and start drawing. So now, when you were finally able to sit back, you took out your notebook and began to transfer your creativity to the old and crinkled paper.

As time went on, Anakin’s face began to appear soon followed by his hair, neck, shoulders, and body. You had a really good memory when it came to remembering what things or people looked like so you could draw them later. The boy in your drawing was in a powerful stance with his lightsaber raised above his head to protect against his opposition. It had been when you were on Jedha for just a little bit of reconnaissance. It was supposed to be really easy and just a quick in and out. But Anakin being Anakin and you being you, of course you had gotten into trouble and had drawn some unwanted attention which then caused you to be fending off blasters while trying to escape.

The pages of your notebook were filled with similar sketches; some of him smiling, being angry, sad, thoughtful, you had it all. Anakin was just a very expressive person which made for some very interesting drawings.

Your pencil scratched lightly at the paper to shade in the shadows of his face when you felt a presence approach from behind you.

“Boo!” Whoever it was put their hands on your shoulders to scare you. Even though you knew that someone was there, you still squeaked in surprise. You quickly closed your notebook and turned to see Anakin, but not before he got a glance at your drawing. “Hey, what were you drawing?”

“Anakin! Don’t scare me like that! How did things with Obi-Wan go?” You completely ignored his question and tried to distract him away from your notebook.

“Hey hey hey, don’t change the subject. What were you drawing? Can I see? You’re always doing stuff in that notebook and I never know what it is.” He reached for it but you pulled it away.

“No! It’s none of your business!” You protested, trying to keep it away from him.

“Let me see!” He leaned across the table and tried to pull your arm closer so he could grab the book but you resisted. It soon became an all out battle to try and get the notebook with Anakin basically on top of the table and you leaning very far back in your chair. The few people who were in the hall looked over at the two of you in disdain at the ruckus that you were making. He climbed over the table but you quickly got up and tried to hide the book in your robes but then he was there preventing you from doing such a thing. The two of you fought ruthlessly against each other to obtain the book until you managed to break free of his grip and dart away but he was quick to follow.

“Y/n get back here! I just want to see your drawing!” You were now jumping over tables and chairs to try and get away. Oh how Obi-Wan would not be pleased. The entire time he was on your heals but then he slowed and extended his arm using the Force to pull you back to him.

“Hey! That’s cheating!” You protested as you tried to resist him, your feet slipping on the floor helplessly. Once he had pulled you to him, he wrapped his arms around you to try and stop you from struggling.

“Y/n just- argh stop moving! Just let me see!” Even though you were a powerful Jedi, his physical strength was too much. Realizing that there was nothing that you could do and that he would find out your secret sooner or later, you gave up and stopped squirming in his grasp. You let him take the book with a reluctant and frustrated huff.

“Anakin,” you said before he opened the book, “just know that it’s not as creepy as it looks. I promise, okay?”

“Um... okay?” He gave you a funny look and then directed his attention back to the notebook. He opened it up carefully and was absolutely dumbstruck at what he found. Almost all of the pages were filled with sketches of himself in all sorts of poses and expressions. Your face burned with embarrassment and all of the sudden the floor and your shuffling feet became the most interesting thing around. “Y/n... these are amazing...” he breathed.

You mumbled a “thank you” under your breath.

“So this is what you’ve been doing with every spare second?” He turned the notebook towards you. “You’ve been drawing me? You liiiiiiike meeee” his face scrunched up as he teased you.

“Oh shut up! No I don’t!”

“Yes you do! You like me! You like me! Why else would you only ever be drawing me then, huh?”

“Ugh fine! So what if I do? It’s just a couple of drawings! And besides, who would like a colossal ass such as yourself?”

“You would! Obviously.” He grinned at you as you turned away from him crossing your arms and huffed. “Oh come on y/n!” He took you by the shoulders and turned you to face him. “It’s not that big of a deal, and I don’t really blame you, I am quite amazing.” He wore a smug look on his face and subtly flexed his muscles. You rolled your eyes and began to move away but he pulled you right back, not letting go of your shoulders this time. You were now painfully aware of how close you were and the mere centimeters separating the two of you.

“I um, I have to-” You spluttered in any attempt to leave the situation. You didn’t want to meet his eyes because you knew that if you did you’d just fall for him even harder and this time you might not be able to control yourself.

“Y/n...” Anakin’s voice was soft now and had lost it’s smugness and pride. “It’s okay, you don’t have to be ashamed. Hey, look at me.” He tilted your chin up a little bit and you reluctantly met his gaze. What you saw in his face startled you. You didn’t see that arrogant and prideful boy you knew, there wasn’t even a hint of teasing humor or cockiness in his face. Instead there was something else. Understanding, maybe? Shyness? Care? Who was this boy and what did he do with Anakin?

“It’s not okay though, I’ve broken one of the most prominent rules of the Jedi Code! I’ve fallen for someone, and another Jedi at that!”

“That makes two of us.” His voice came out as almost a whisper. You barely heard it, but when you did it took you a moment to register the gravity of his statement.

“Wait wha-?” And then the centimeters between you disappeared and his lips were on yours. Your eyes widened by then you relaxed and fell into the kiss. It was intoxicating, he was intoxicating. You had never experienced anything like it and weren’t sure you’d ever experience anything like it again. His hands came up to cup your cheeks and yours went to hold the back of his head, pulling him closer. But unfortunately, being human, you needed to breath. You separated reluctantly, but this time the space in between you buzzed with energy.

“So um...”

“Shhh no words. Just enjoy the moment.”

“But-” Anakin placed a finger on your lips to quiet you.

“Shhh...” You obliged and gently rested your forehead on his.

After a moment of comfortable silence, he broke the quiet. “Do you think anyone saw us? What do you think will happen if the Jedi Council finds out?”

“Oh fuck the Jedi Council, what are they going to do? Get rid of their two best and youngest Jedis?” Your own words surprised you. That position was usually reserved for Anakin.

“I’d like to do that again y/n.”

“Me too...” The space began to close again and your eyes fluttered shut until the door to the banquet hall opened. You and Anakin careened away from each other to the other sides of the room.

“Ok, please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was.” Obi-Wan stood in the doorway with his arms crossed and a disapproving but humorous look on his face.

“No nope, not at all Obi-Wan.” Anakin assured him and you nodded in agreement.

“Good, because you both know the repercussions that could follow. Anakin come with me, I need to have a little chat with my young padawan.”

“But I-” He protested.

“No buts! Let's go!” He took a fistful of Anakin’s robes and began dragging him out of the hall. On his way out Anakin gave you a helpless look that you could only laugh at.

Once they left you sank down into the nearest seat hugging the notebook to your chest, still riding out the high that you had gotten from the kiss. You felt like a lovesick little schoolgirl whose crush had just winked at her from across the playground. In all your years of life you never thought you would fall so fast and so hard for anyone, let alone Anakin Skywalker. Yet here you were. And as luck, or the Force, would have it, he felt the same about you. Obviously you couldn’t be together in the conventional way, but just knowing was enough for you.

You did not know what the future held, but what you did know was that Anakin was in it.

~~~

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star-whores-a-new-hoe · 5 years ago

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A Strange Beginning//Obi Wan X Reader

part 1: Forever series

Summary: a strange disturbance in the force leads to you meeting A particular Jedi Knight. (And yes this is an old fic I rewrote.)

Word count: 1963

warnings: angst, grammar, cheesiness like two cuss words. Hope you enjoy.

An air of unease filled the polished halls of the Jedi temple, seeping into the minds of the residents there and creating a feeling of dread. Obi Wan walked briskly towards the doors of the Jedi council room, his head filled a multitude of anxieties. His thoughts quited when his sight fell on Master Windu standing outside the room. “Your thoughts are loud Master Kenobi.” “It seems That is the case with many today.” Obi wan said, walking towards his peer. “Who all is here?” “Sadly, most of our fellow Jedi are preoccupied at the moment.” Windu said as he opened the grand door to the chambers. Obi Wan only spotted one person inside the room, Master Yoda.

Obi Wan walked into the large, circular room, lined with chairs and Windu followed. The late evening sun shone through the large windows onto the decorative floor, giving the whole room a warm glow. “Master Yoda.” Obi Wan greeted the ancient Jedi as he crossed the room to sit in a chair. “Is this all the Jedi we have present?” “Afraid that it is, I am.” Yoda replied. Windu took his spot next to Yoda. “The sepritist movement has us spread thin, and the senate’s demand for Jedi is only growing.” Obi Wan nodded solemnly. He was well aware of the Jedi’s present troubles. “To the point we must get.” Yoda said. “A disturbance in the force there is.” “We are all well aware, I suppose our enemy can sense this too.” Obi Wan stroked his beard thoughtfully. “Do we have any ideas of what it could be?” Windu shook his head. “The only thing we know for sure is that it doesn’t necessarily feel... dark.” “And what precautions can we take to-“ Obi Wan was interrupted by an explosion of blue light from the center of the room. Blinded by the sudden light, Obi Wan shot up. He reached for his light saber and held the weapon in front of him, ready for anything. As the light subsided, Obi Wan noticed his fellow Jedi in similar fighting positions. The blue light faded and in the center of the floor say something the Jedi would have never expected. ***

You sat in the middle of a strange imposing room in utter shock, the strange book you had stumbled across in your hands. When your eyes feel upon the three armed figures you jumped to your feet. Panicked, you backed up to the other side of the room to distance yourself from them. You reached behind you into your backpack and grabbed your ukulele, you held it in front of you like a weapon. “Where the fuck am I?” You yelled. Yoda put away his light saber and the others followed. “Think I the disturbance this is.” “Why the fuck is that frog talking!” Obi wan lifted up his hands in a gesture of surrender as he slowly stepped towards you. “No one is going to harm you.” He said in a soothing tone. “Stay the fuck away from me! You warned. You were so overwhelmed that you didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face. “Wh-Where am I?” “You are in the Jedi temple.” You have Obi Wan a look of confusion. “How did I get here?” Obi Wan looked at Windu, not sure of what to say. “You don’t know?” You paused and then shook your head. “Well, I-I, the book.” You lifted the book up for them to see. “I was just walking home and I saw this book so I went to pick it up and-“ At that moment, everyone’s attention turned to the door where a young padawan stood, breathless. He braces himself, trying to regain his speech. “M-Masters, droid army, right at our doors.” Windu turned to you. “Stay here.” He ordered as he and the other Jedi filed out of the room. You were in too much shock to say anything. The doors closed behind them and you stood alone in the room. You slightly lowered your ukulele and walked over to the window. You looked out at the vast city in front of you, the countless strange buildings, speaders, and signs. You were overwhelmed and confused but as you looked at the sight in front of you there was only one thing you knew for sure. This is not Earth. *** The three Jedi jogged to the doors of the jedi temple to meet their attackers. “I sense she is not a local.” Obi Wan said.

“There will be time to figure out the girl later, for now let us focus on the task at hand.” Windu said as they arrived at the entrance. The scene before them was one of pure chaos. Droids and Jedi were locked in battle, Blaster beams were being fired all over the place. The three Jedi Masters unsheathed their lightsabers and charged into battle.

Back in the council room, you paced back and forth, trying to get your thoughts straight. Unfortunately, the only thing in your head was, This is insane, this is insane, this is insane! you ran your fingers through your hair and took a deep breath. Ok, I just have to find those guys that were in here before and they will get me home, yeah, that makes sense! With your ukulele/weapon in hand, you walked out the door.

You were unprepared for how big the building was, and you were surprised by how deserted it was. cautiously, you made your way through the halls, on the lookout for anyone who looked like a threat.

Outside the temple, the fighting had died down. The others seemed to have the situation under control so Obi Wan was heading back to check on you and try to piece together this situation.

As he walked down the hall, he thought he could make out the sounds of a struggle. Warily, he snuck over to where the commotion was hiding in the shadows as to not be seen.

A few paces in front of him, he could spot two people struggling with their backs to him. the one he could make out looked like a bounty hunter . It was obvious that the bounty hunter had the upper hand seeing as he had the second figure in a choke hole. When the two figures turned, Obi Wan was shocked and irritated to see that the second figure was you.

He left from his place in the shadows and separated the bounty hunter from you. Quickly, Obi Wan disarmed him and with a swift blow to the head knocked him unconscious.

He turned to you, obviously not pleased that you had left the council room. “Master Windu told you to stay put.”

“Why the hell should I listen too that window guy?” You said, annoyed. “I want to know what the hell happened and you have answers!” You rubbed your neck, there was a red spot from where the bounty hunter had held you. “Why was he trying to kill me?”

Good question. Obi Wan thought to himself. “Lets get back to the council room, We have much to discus.

Masters Windu and Yoda returned shortly from the fight. They quietly conferred with Obi Wan while you made yourself comfortable in one of the many chairs.

The sun had almost settled over the busy city when the Jedi turned their attention to you. You sat up straighter and faced the Jedi with all the grit you could muster. “Where. Am. I.”

Master Windu seated himself in the chair directly across from you, never breaking eye contact with you. “Coruscant, the city planet. Are you familiar with it?”

“Look dude,I only know of one planet with people on it and that's Earth.”

Ignoring the fact that you just referred to a Jedi Master as ‘dude’, Obi Wan said to Windu, “I’ve never heard of Earth, I’ll check the data base for it.”

“I am Jedi Master Mace Windu,” He said. “These are Masters Kenobi and Yoda.” He gestured to them respectively.

“Y/N.” You turned to Yoda. “Sorry I- Um, called you a frog.”

Windu sat forward in his seat. “Walk us through what happened before you got here.”

You sighed. “Ok, I was walking home from work, Hence my uke, and I saw this book,” You motioned to the mysterious book which lay forgotten in one of the chairs. “It was just laying there and one one was around so I went to pick it up. And now I’m here in this... Space place.” You slumped in your seat defeated. “How do I get home?”

The Jedi exchanged looks, silently asking each other, How do we tell her?

Over the next hour, they explained to you that they didn't understand how you got here or how to get you back. They told you of the disturbance in the force you had caused, the Jedi and separatists and how the droid army was most likely a distraction for the bounty hunter to get you.

“So that's why the guy tried to kill me?”

“Not kill, most likely capture.” Windu said. “We have the bounty Hunter apprehend but i doubt we will get much out of him.” He paused. “ I also doubt that this will be the last attack on you, The sith in the separatists must have sensed your presence as well.”

You looked out the window into the now night sky. “how long will this take to figure out?”

“We truly have no way of knowing.”

You frowned and nodded. “I-I just have so many questions, Where will I stay, Can I even eat the food here, Is there even oxygen here?”

Windu lifted a hand to signal you to stop rambling. “We will answer all that in good time. For now, Master Obi Wan has notified me that Senator Amadala’s apartment is not in use.” He stood up. “We will keep you there for now and send a medical droid in the morning to examine you.” You watched Windu walk over and pick up the book. Nothing happened.

“What about those Sith guys? You said yourself that there will be more attacks.”

Windu turned to Obi Wan. “Master Obi Wan, You will be assigned to protect y/n whilst we handle this. Please escort her to the apartment, I’ll meet you there shortly.” You watched Obi Wan nod at Windu before turning to you and giving you a reassuring smile.

“Come with me please.”

***

Obi Wan showed you into the beautiful deep blue apartment, much nicer than any place you had ever stayed at on Earth. You gazed out the large windows at the busy airways. Flyings in the speeder over here had been quite the experience.

Obi Wan motioned to the hall way. “The bedroom is over there, you will find all the necessities and a change of clothes.”

“I-I’m probably gonna just sleep in this.” You said referring to the clothes you were wearing. You were in such a weird place emotionally and physically, the last thing you wanted to do was put on some space clothes. That would be too real.

“We have surveillance setup and I will be here to make sure everything is all right.”

“Great.” You said making your way towards the bedroom. Nothing like being watched by a space wizard all night. Before you made your way into the room you turned to look at Obi Wan. Your eyes locked with his beautiful blue ones, which gave you a strange sense of calm.” I know I seem really ungrateful but truly, thank you.” He smiled and nodded at you.

As soon as the doors closed behind you, you fell onto the bed and hugged the pillow. you could hear another person enter the room and begin taking to Obi Wan. You recognized the voice as Windu’s.

“I checked the data base Master Windu, there is no known planet called Earth.” He paused before continuing. “Where do you think she came from?”

The conversation halted for a moment before Windu said, “I think she is from somewhere far far away.”

You closed your eyes tightly. Maybe if I just wish hard enough I’ll wake up. You opened your eyes and felt tears well up in them. You were still in the dark bedroom on a strange planet.

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jabbajambler · 4 years ago

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Human

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,216

*GIF NOT MINE*

A pair of arms wrapped tight around me as I stirred in my sleep. My lips tugged into a drowsy smile while the rising sun met my opening eyes. It felt like my life was a dream and if it was, I never wanted to wake up.

"Mornin'" A raspy voice grumbled with a soft, open kiss pressed to my shoulder.

"Din." I whined, trying not to laugh at the way his facial hair tickled against my neck. "I don't know where the blindfold is."

"Just close your eyes then." He answered simply, trailing a series of short, sweet kisses up my shoulder. I hummed at the gentle touch, my eyes falling shut while I relaxed in his embrace.

No, never wake me up from this.

His hand was warm as it rested against my stomach. The heat from his palm bled through my shirt and onto my skin. Despite his cold, brooding exterior, he was comforting and rather toasty. It was like my own heater.

"What's going through that head of yours?" He pulled me closer while tracing small shapes against my skin.

"You. This. It's nothing I ever expected. I mean, this is just so, so-"

"Normal?"

"Exactly." I sighed and pulled one of his hands away from my body, raising it to my lips to press a gentle kiss. I couldn't hold back the grin that twitched on my lips when I heard him gasp behind me.

I rolled over, keeping my eyes shut and ignoring my inner pleas to just see what he looked like. His hand trailed slowly and delicately to my jaw, pulling me towards him in a gentle kiss. It felt natural, like we had done it so many times before.

"You like normal?" He asked with a subtle mix of despair in his voice.

"It is better than being on the run." I shrugged off his tone with a soft laugh, pressing my lips against his again with a soft kiss.

His grip tightened on my waist as he pulled me back for another. I smiled and pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the soft fabric beneath my fingertips before pushing away and pulling myself to the edge of the bed to finally sit up.

Din reached for me again, his touch was gentle as it danced from my back to my hips. I hummed at the warm feeling that flowed through my body and raised my arms above my head to stretch. "I should probably go talk to Ana. I don't want her to get any ideas."

"Let her." He spoke again with his raspy voice as he shifted on the bed, peppering the back of my neck with soft pecks.

I laughed again and shook my head, pulling myself to my feet. The curtains were drawn shut but the morning light still managed to peek through the windows. This was perfect. I could see myself staying in Coruscant the rest of my life.

I made my way out to the balcony, taking a large breath of the city air. It wasn't as clean or natural as Sorgan, but it was home. Ana's parents always said that the force flowed through this city like no other. I felt like I belonged here.

"I'm going to go visit with Ana." I smiled and peeked my head back into the room with my eyes shut. "It'll give you time to change back into your armor."

I heard a soft sigh near me, followed by a pair of hands cupping my face. "I have it on. You can open your eyes."

I obeyed, my eyes fluttering open to meet the familiar helmet that I had grown so fond of.

"I'm going to miss that thing being off." I said with a wink.

"Trust me, I will too."

My lips met the cold, metal helmet with a short kiss. "You need to get ready." I gave his shoulders a quick squeeze before sneaking out of the room. I already missed laying in bed, tangled up in his arms.

There was still a lingering voice that told me to run. Run away from him, the child, this constant hiding. But would it be worth it?

"Good morning." I smiled timidly. I was not prepared for the onslaught of questions that Ana would most certainly ask.

"Well, good morning, sleepy head." She watched as I placed myself next to her on the plush, purple couch. "So..." She trailed off. "How was last night?"

A warm blush rose to my cheeks, coating my face in a soft pink hue. "It wasn't like that, Ana. We just kissed."

"Boring." She scoffed and took a long sip of her tea.

I rolled my eyes and relaxed in the cushions. The memory was forever on replay in my mind. Unfortunately, a memory was all I'd have for a while.

"You know, you deserve something like this."

My eyebrows furrowed together at the vague statement. "Like what?"

"Something normal. I know we are both far from it, but it's something you deserve. The war is over, Coruscant is protected by the New Republic, you could live free here. You never liked running away, Myrah. What happened here was...horrible. Trust me, I know. But that's over now. You can finally live the life you dreamed of."

I opened my mouth to speak, but I didn't know what to say. She was right. It was a dream of mine to live out a normal life and I could do that here. I wouldn't be scraping by, hardly surviving. For the first time in a long time, I could live.

"Mando, you're up!" Ana grinned and nudged my leg with her foot, bringing me out of my daydream

He nodded and shuffled over to the couch, wearing his armor and gloves. He was ready faster than I expected. His fingers brushed against my leg as he sat down, making my heart thump in my chest.

"You got out here pretty fast" I mumbled to him, grazing my fingers over his gloved hand.

He hummed and turned his hand over to grasp mine. "I wanted to see you again."

"It's been two minutes." I snickered and threaded my fingers with his. "Who would've thought I'd have a Mandalorian wrapped so tightly around my little finger." I teased with a small smirk.

Ana cleared her throat loudly, reminding us both of her presence. "Someone from the shipyard came by earlier. They said something about you receiving a message of some sort."

"A message? No one has contact with your ship except-" My eyes widened as the realization hit. "Holy shit, we have to go."

"What?" Ana's face sunk. "Why so sudden?"

"I can explain it to you some day, but trust me when I say this is much more important." I pulled her in for a quick hug, one which she happily obliged to. "I'm not going to leave for another nine years, I promise that I'll come back."

"I'm going to hold you to that." She smiled, it was sad and disappointed, but it was there. "You better get going then."

I spun around to face Din, who had apparently already fetched the child and our belongings. He gave me a quick nod and with that, we left. A part of me would always stay here on Coruscant, even if the trip was short.

That part of me would always pull me back here.

The ship was surprisingly a welcomed sight, a place I had started to think of as a home. With Din and the child, I realized that I wasn't leaving all of my family behind here.

"My friend," a small hologram of Greef Karga popped up as Din opened the message, "if you are receiving this transmission, that means you are alive."

My breath got caught in my throat when I saw him. I knew that he was the only person capable of contacting us, but the sight still caught me off guard.

I thought I killed him.

"You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other. The man who hired you is still here and his ranks of ex-Imperial guards have grown."

My mind was racing. He couldn't possibly be asking us to come back, right? This was a trap. He would kill us like any other bounty and get his money. He didn't truly care about anything other than himself, he made that clear when he was willing to kill me.

"If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far in staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have their prize. So, here is my proposition."

Din and I shared a quick look before directing our attention back to the small hologram on the panel.

"Return to Nevarro. Bring the child as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal Guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we all get what we want. If you succeed, you two keep the child and I will have your names cleared with the Guild, for two honored members should not be forced to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism."

I scoffed. "He's crazy. He really thinks we will just go there so willingly? He wants us dead and we know it."

"Myrah..." He whispered, but I ignored it.

"I can't believe he thinks we are so gullible! To believe his lies and-"

"Myrah." His hands grasped mine and pulled me towards him, sending a spark through my body. "They're going to keep sending hunters."

"You can't possibly be thinking what I think you're thinking."

His quiet sigh was calming, but the idea was still absurd. His head leaned against mine and his hands cupped my face with such gentleness that I felt like I was made of porcelain. "We'll get back up."

"Just what do you have in mind?"

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I should have known as soon as he said 'back up' that there was only one person he would trust with this task. I heard some cheers coming from within the familiar hangout that we had visited only a few months back. Once we walked inside, I completely understood why.

Cara stood with an electric rope from her belt, attaching herself to a gruff man whom she easily took down.

I expected nothing less from the rebel soldier.

"Looking for some work?" Din interrupted the crowd that gathered around her, handing her their credits once the fight had ended.

She chuckled, unable to keep back the small grin that grew once her eyes landed on us. "You two just can't stay out of trouble, can you?"

"It sort of follows us." I answered with a smile.

We sat at an empty table and hashed out the plan, ordering a couple of drinks for Cara and me. Din shuffled his seat closer to mine, not enough to raise any suspicion, but close enough to where I could feel the heat radiating off his body.

"It seems like a straight forward operation. They're providing the plan and firepower. I'm the snare." Din explained.

"With the kid?"

"That's why I'm coming to you."

Cara turned to me with her eyebrows raised. "And you agreed to this?"

I sighed. "Not exactly."

"I don't know. I've been advised to lay low." She spoke in a slightly mocking tone. "If anybody runs my chain code, I'll rot in a cell for the rest of my life."

"I thought you were a veteran." Din spoke as another person came by, placing a couple of credits next to Cara.

"Come back soon." She spoke sweetly to the stranger before refocusing her attention on us. "I've been a lot of things since. Most of them carry a life sentence."

I scoffed. "Tell me about it."

I could practically feel Din rolling his eyes at my comment. His hand moved to grip mine. It was both comforting and a warning, but I smiled at the public display.

Cara continued. "If I so much as book passage on a ship registered to the New Republic, I'm-"

"I have a ship." Din interrupted. "I can bring you there and back with a handsome reward. You can live free of worry."

"I'm already free of worry and I'm not in the mood to play soldier anymore." She answered, knowing it wasn't what we wanted to hear. "Especially fighting some local warlord."

I felt a lightbulb go off in my head at her words, my gaze quickly snapping to meet hers. "He's Imperial."

Cara froze, her expression going blank before a grin pulled at the ends of her mouth.

"I'm in." She raised her cup to her lips, but paused and pointed down to our joined hands. "That new?"

I yanked my hand away and failed to hide the furious blush that coated my face. Cara only grinned and downed her drink.

We were going to get so much shit for that.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian x oc #mandalorian #mandalorian x oc #din djarin #din djarin x oc #dyn jarren #jedi #oc #star wars #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #babyyoda

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Part 3 of the other side AU concept! Still estimating this at five parts total. The AU is Backbone-based and uses Backbone backstory up until the present day. Markus Anjali also appears in these Backbone backstory scenes, referred to in this sequence.

Previous: Part 1 Part 2

About 5.7K below the break.

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“Don’t make trouble,” was the first thing Hera said to Chopper as they got off the maglev train at the station nearest the ISB Complex. She had told him that back at the Ghost, but she thought it bore repeating.

He grumbled back at her and Hera made a face at him.

The platform was crowded with commuters, most of whom were either Imperial officers or support staff for the Imperial Complex and ISB Headquarters a block away. Hera’s green skin and white-covered headtails got her a few second glances, but after four days here she was starting to become a regular, and a few people remembered her from the previous year. She stopped at a tapcaf to get a takeaway caf and nervously emptied two packets of sweetener into it while Chopper complained about the delay.

“Oh, shut up or I’ll leave you here,” Hera told him, jamming the lid back onto her cup. The tapcaf was full of people in gray or white Imperial uniforms, mostly junior officers or staff running errands for their superiors up at the Imperial Complex. Only moffs and flag officers could keep really good caf in their offices; even on Naboo what was available in the mess hall or the break rooms tended to be swill. Even if it hadn’t started out that way, being kept on a warmer for eight or twelve hours rendered it little better than tar. Not that tar didn’t have its place, but Hera was of the firm opinion that place was in the field on a sixteen-hour watch, not in the office.

She threaded her way out of the tapcaf back into the street, where several other astromechs were waiting on the pavement for their owners; Chopper had followed her inside rather than make polite conversation with them.

The Imperial Complex was only a street away. The stormtroopers at the entrance waved her inside with only a cursory check of her credentials and Chopper’s operating number; Hera wasn’t the only nonhuman who worked there, but as far as she was aware she was the only Twi’lek. She had to swipe her code cylinder in order to get into the ISB building, while Chopper had to plug in to be scanned. Since his ban had never been official, just verbal, he was allowed in without raising any alarms.

“Do not light anyone on fire,” Hera told Chopper under her breath when they had reached an empty hallway that she knew had a faulty security cam. “I’ll signal you when I’m done.”

He saluted her with one of his manipulators and rolled off. Hera took a deep breath, smoothed down the front of her uniform unnecessarily, and started towards the turbolifts and the bullpen on the sixth floor where Agent Beneke’s office was. Markus Anjali, as he had done the past three days, was waiting for her outside the glass doors to the bullpen.

“Hey, Hera,” he said, as if he hadn’t been staking the turbolift lobby out.

“Hello, Markus,” Hera said, pitching her now-empty caf cup into the nearest trashcan and already exhausted by the thought of having to spend the next few minutes with him. They had shared a desk when she had been working here, she and Markus and two other agents at one of the four-desk setups in the bullpen. The others had been all right, but neither of them were here at present.

Her old desk was occupied by an agent she didn’t recognize. A handful of offices ringed the bullpen’s second level; Hera glanced up and saw Agent Beneke silhouetted through the window of his office.

“Do you want to get dinner tonight, after you get off?” Markus said. “We could catch up.”

“I’m here with my partner, Markus,” Hera said.

“Well, it’s not like he has to come.” He put a hand on her wrist. “I know you were angry at me after Felucia, but by now you have to realize that he’s not –”

“Let me clarify,” Hera said. “I’m here with my partner whom I love and have sex with on a regular basis, Markus. I wasn’t trying to replace him two months ago and I’m not interested now.” She removed her hand from his before he could respond and was at the stairs to the second level before he could do more than open his mouth again.

She rapped her knuckles against Agent Beneke’s door and waited for him to look up and wave her inside before she entered.

“Good morning, sir,” she said.

Beneke gave her the kind of look that made her uncomfortably certain that he knew that not only had she spent the night in Kanan’s bed, but that her double was on the Ghost now and Chopper was rolling around ISB HQ looking for a convenient and sufficiently high-access dataport to plug into. But all he said was, “Good morning, Hera. Have a seat.”

She took the chair in front of his desk and set her shoulder bag carefully down by her feet.

“I hope this inactivity has not made the Inquisitor too restless,” Beneke said.

“No, sir.”

The cams are disabled, she reminded herself. He doesn’t know. They had checked the Ghost over months ago after Kanan had first come back, after a chance comment from another ISB agent Hera knew who usually oversaw internal surveillance. The bugs had ben transmitting until just after Kanan had returned, when they had been turned off; Chopper had been able to have the Ghost’s systems fry their internal circuitry so that they couldn’t be reactivated if the ISB and the Inquisition ever stopped fighting over the two of them.

Agent Beneke looked at her for a long moment. Hera met his gaze evenly, not allowing herself to blink or look aside; it was Agent Beneke who finally said, “Well, let’s get started then.” He touched the control on his desk that dimmed the windows to the bullpen, so that no one down below or on the balcony outside could see what they were doing. “Where were we when we left off last night?”

“Otoh Gunga, sir.”

As Hera was pulling out her datapad to bring up her own notes on the mission, Agent Beneke said, “Agent Anjali only has your best interests in mind, Hera.”

“Agent Anjali has getting into my pants in mind. Sir.”

Agent Beneke raised an eyebrow. “My impression has been that Agent Anjali has always been a good friend to you, apart from that little incident on Felucia. And you must admit you overreacted there.”

Hera felt a muscle in her jaw twitch. That “little incident,” as Agent Beneke called it, had been her slapping Markus in front of a tent full of officers and agents – not to mention Kanan – after he had called Kanan a thing and suggested that she was sleeping with Kanan because she didn’t think she had better options. As far as she was considered her reaction had been entirely justified and would have been so even if she had gone up on charges for it, which she hadn’t – mostly because everyone there had been too afraid of Kanan to suggest that she might have been in the wrong. He had been six months out of the Crucible, barely speaking, and terrifying even to the officers in command of that operation. It had also been the morning after the first time since he had come back that they had had sex; for months after his return Hera hadn’t been certain he would ever be able to touch her again. Markus’s reaction had gone a long way towards ruining her morning. He had also suggested with what was clearly supposed to be glowing praise that she was “nearly human,” presumably in contrast to the Twi’lek girl down at the Lake House whom Hera knew he slept with regularly.

“Sir,” she said instead of any meaningful response.

“We do have some leeway with the Inquisition, you know, Hera,” Agent Beneke said mildly. “If you were to request a transfer, it would go through. Your partnership – if it can be called that – is highly irregular and entirely unprecedented as a long-term assignment.”

“I’m content with my assignment, sir.”

Agent Beneke arched an eyebrow at her, as if gently contemplating how that could possibly be true. “You were very young when you met him, and you haven’t had much experience apart from your current assignment –”

“I had a year’s worth of experience, sir.” She had even seen other men on occasion, mostly to placate Agent Beneke when she had been so tired and so grief-stricken that she would have done nearly anything to make him leave her alone. Every one of those occasions had ended disastrously, including the time two years ago when she and Kanan had been fighting and she had gone out with another agent to make him jealous. She had never gone home with any of them; she hadn’t even gotten through dinner with any of them.

“I suppose that’s true,” Agent Beneke conceded, “but you must admit that it was somewhat limited. I could arrange for you to be transferred to one of the other ISB regional headquarters, or even to Coruscant. Give it some thought.” He activated the holoprojector over his desk and the city of Otoh Gunga sprang up in miniature. “Let’s review your operation here.”

It was one of her rare solo operations from her year on Naboo, and Hera was glad that she had made herself take extensive notes at the time, since she had blanked out most of her miserable year onworld.

From the Otoh Gunga op they moved onto a review of the Onaxa fiasco, which had ultimately been a win for the Bureau but had unfortunately involved several senior officers and government officials being completely humiliated. That had been one of the operations that had taken place shortly after Kanan had found out that Hera was ISB and not an independent contractor, so he had been as delighted about it as she was dismayed. It also happened to be the operation they had been working on when she had gone to dinner with Agent Taraj and come back to the Ghost drunk and crying. She and Kanan had been fighting for weeks; he had been furious with her for lying to him about working for the Empire, and she had been furious at him for not merely accepting it. He had left when she had told him the truth; he had come back not long afterwards, but the fact that he had left at all had hung over them both.

When he had come back, he had asked her to leave with him, and it was the greatest regret of Hera’s life that she had refused.

“Hera?” Agent Beneke said, a note of reproach in his voice.

She raised her gaze to him. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t sleep very well.”

She knew it was a mistake to say as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Agent Beneke’s eyes narrowed, so slightly that anyone who didn’t know him well might not have noticed, and he said, “Did the Inquisitor keep you up?”

Hera wondered how he would react if she told him the truth, that she had lain in bed beside Kanan and thought about the woman in the other cabin, the woman with her face and her voice and the insignia of something that didn’t exist, not yet. For that matter, she wondered what he would say if she told him yes, she had been having sex with Kanan most of the night, even if on this particular occasion it wasn’t the truth.

“No, sir,” she said instead. “I just don’t sleep well when I’m dirtside.”

“Perhaps you should see the Bureau psychologist about that, Hera,” Agent Beneke suggested.

“I’ll consider it, sir.”

She wondered if the other Hera Syndulla ever had to deal with this. She couldn’t see it – the other woman was too confident for that – but it seemed inevitable that she must have. With rare exception, humans were humans and her Rebel Alliance couldn’t be that different than the Empire except in goal.

A rebel alliance, part of her thought. She had gone after plenty of rebels and in her experience, none of them wanted to cooperate with anyone else, which was why they were rebels in the first place. The little she knew about the way her father ran Free Ryloth suggested that it only worked because he was the highest ranking person there; if another curial clan ever joined up – unlikely, given how much most of the curiates hated each other – then the fleet would probably self-destruct. Unless something had changed drastically by the other Hera’s time, Hera couldn’t see any way that a rebel alliance could actually succeed.

She forced herself to concentrate on what Agent Beneke was saying, despite her earnest desire to be anywhere else right now and her sinking feeling that no matter how intently she listened, it ultimately wouldn’t matter. After this, she wouldn’t be able to come back to the ISB even if she wanted to. And she wasn’t sure she did. She wasn’t sure she didn’t, either, but if she went through with this then the choice would be out of her hands.

She could also, she knew, tell him right now and then that would be out of her hands too. But she couldn’t do that. She just couldn’t.

She sat impatiently as Agent Beneke asked her a series of leading questions about Kanan’s involvement with the Onaxa operation and how he had interacted with the other ISB team on that operation. Since he had shot one of them – not Agent Taraj – it was an exhausting conversation, even if Agent Beneke had to admit that it had been a justified shoot. It just didn’t look good when a civilian contractor, which Kanan had been at the time, shot an Imperial officer.

What does it matter? she thought despairingly. I’m not going to stay.

The realization brought her up short.

She and Kanan had talked about this, or rather, they had talked around it. They had discussed what they were going to do; they hadn’t discussed what it really meant and what the outcome was going to be. But she was going. She wasn’t coming back.

“Hera,” Agent Beneke said pointedly.

He must have asked her a question; Hera didn’t have the faintest idea what it was. She was still staring at him when the comlink set into his desk beeped with an incoming transmission.

He touched the control. “Yes?”

Hera kept her expression neutral through the response; Agent Beneke said, “I’ll be down shortly,” and disconnected. As he stood up, he looked down at her and said, “This will only take a few minutes. We will continue this, Hera.”

“Yes, sir.” Hera folded her hands over her datapad, looking straight ahead.

“Stay here.”

He left the room. Hera sat where she was, silently counting off his progress across the bullpen floor until she was certain that he had reached the turbolifts, then got up and crossed quickly to the other side of his desk. He hadn’t bothered to log out of his computer, though Hera knew his log-in information and had been prepared to use it.

Hera pulled the datacard she had brought with her out of her jacket and inserted it into the slot. She kept an eye on the door and the darkened windows as she brought up the files she was looking for and copied them over. She was about to close out the files and disconnect when she saw a folder titled “SYNDULLA.”

It was probably nothing more than his notes on her, which Hera frankly didn’t want to see, but she copied them to the datacard anyway. She closed out of everything she had opened, then disconnected her datacard and stuffed it back into her jacket. It hadn’t taken more than two minutes.

Hera straightened upright. She looked around the office, taking it all in – a small, spare room whose only decorations were a handful of plaques and a single watercolor landscape of Naboo’s Lake Country. Then she straightened her jacket and walked out of the room, clicking her comlink once as she went.

Markus looked up as she passed his desk. “Hera,” he said, surprised. “Are you leaving already? I thought you –”

“We’ve got an op,” Hera said, surprised by how calm her voice was. “Orders just came in from Mustafar.”

He frowned, but even the ISB wouldn’t argue with the Inquisition.

“Could you tell Agent Beneke that I’m sorry I had to leave without saying goodbye?” Hera said after a moment’s hesitation. It wasn’t a lie, not quite, and that surprised her too.

“Yeah, I can do that,” Markus said. He started to stand, and then stopped, as if unsure what to do. “Hera, I – be careful.”

He didn’t add “with him,” so all Hera said was, “I always am,” before she left. She didn’t look back.

Kanan met her on the Ghost’s ramp with a quick kiss and an arm around her waist. Hera took a few moments to lean into the comforting curve of his shoulder before they went inside, breathing in the familiar scent of him.

She doesn’t have this, she thought, and the memory of what that had been like made her heart ache. The idea of going on like that for years was too painful to contemplate.

“All right?” Kanan asked her quietly.

Hera nodded. She leaned up to kiss him briefly, then said, “Did you get the transmission?”

“Yeah.” He glanced up at Chopper, who had preceded them up the ramp, and added, “Nice job.”

Chopper waved one manipulator and made a dismissive noise, but Hera could tell he was pleased by the compliment.

They went up into the Ghost, closing up the ramp behind them. Hera pulled at the front of her jacket, suddenly uncomfortable having it on, even though it wasn’t treason – not quite yet. They still had a few hours before then.

Kanan glanced at her, his expression understanding; he was in his uniform too, even though he hadn’t been wearing his leathers and armor when Hera had left that morning.

“Can you take us out of here?” Hera asked him once they were up in the cockpit. As Kanan’s eyebrows climbed towards his hairline, since she seldom let him fly, she added, “I have to work on the credentials.”

“Yeah, of course,” Kanan said, though from his expression she could tell he knew she just didn’t want to be the one who left Naboo behind. She had left the planet dozens of times before, but this was different. She didn’t know if she could bear watching, let alone doing it.

“Thanks.” She left him and Chopper in the cockpit, stopping in the corridor as soon as the door had closed behind her. She pressed her hands to her face , breathing hard, then started to strip off her gloves. She had one hand out for her own door controls when something made her frown and look up.

She went down to the common room instead, and started in surprise to find the other Hera Syndulla sitting at the holotable, holding a mug between her hands. She looked up as Hera came in.

“Oh,” Hera said. She didn’t know why she was surprised; of course Kanan would have let her out. She knew that he knew she hated being locked in anywhere.

“Hi,” the other Hera said.

Hera almost turned and walked out of the room again, but instead she said abruptly, “Are you afraid of the dark?”

The older woman blinked. “No. Why?” She hesitated, then asked, “Are you?”

Hera nodded. “If Kanan’s not there, I have to sleep with a light on.” Sometimes when he was there too, if she was having a particularly bad night; he had never commented on it or asked why. She thought he probably guessed, and something about the way he had acted after he got back from Mustafar made her suspect he knew exactly why.

She glanced at the door she had come through, feeling the Ghost’s engines vibrate through the deck as Kanan started them up. He wouldn’t be leaving the cockpit anytime soon. She looked back at the other Hera and swallowed before saying, “When I was at the Spire – when I was in prison – they used to turn the lights off. Or on. Not on the planet’s night cycle, it was just…random. Sometimes not for very long. Sometimes for – for a long time.” She looked down at her hands, which even seven years later were still flecked with scars where she had beaten them bloody pounding at the door to her cell when it had gotten to be too much for her.

She could still measure out the walls of her cell in the dark; it had been a little smaller than her cabin was now. On bad nights, when Kanan wasn’t there, she still walked the width of her cell, back and forth in her cabin or in the Ghost’s hold, turning invisible corners and skating around the steps that had led up to the door. Once one of the Ghost’s air filters had broken and Hera had woken up wild with terror, because it had smelled exactly the same as it had back in the Spire. Kanan had fixed it while Hera had curled up in a corner of her bunk, weeping as Chopper tried to comfort her.

She looked up at the other Hera’s stricken expression.

“It’s all right,” she said. “I just couldn’t remember if I was afraid of the dark before or not.”

“Hera –” She stood up.

Hera left before she could come after her, hurrying back down the corridor to her cabin and catching herself on the wall as the Ghost lifted smoothly up from the docking bay. She stumbled into her cabin, letting the door shut behind her and flattening one hand against the wall. She was breathing hard, tears pricking at her eyes; she wasn’t sure why.

But she had a lot of practice doing work while on the verge of tears; she had gone through all of last year and most of her Academy days like that. Swiping the back of her wrist across her eyes, Hera pushed away from the wall and dug the datacard out of the inside of her jacket.

Hera looked up as Kanan came into the common room. For lack of anything else to do, she had been playing sabacc against herself, which was easier said than done since Sabine hadn’t fixed the buggy software yet and creatures would randomly disappear and reappear on opposite sides of the board.

Seeing him was still a shock. She knew he wasn’t her Kanan – the age was a dead giveaway, even if the scars and black outfit hadn’t been – but it hurt to look at him. She could tell that he knew it, too.

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said.

Hera shut the sabacc game off. “Do you have a plan?” she asked. She couldn’t shake her uneasy memory of what had happened the last time the Rebel Alliance had come to Scarif. They still didn’t know what had happened down on the planet, and never would; everyone who could have told them had died there. Many people who had never made it to the surface had died there.

He arched an eyebrow. “Did you think we didn’t?”

“Why do you think I asked?” Her Kanan would have had a plan. She might have had one, but it likely wouldn’t have been as good as his.

He smiled a little. “We do.” He glanced back as Hera – his Hera – came in behind him as if summoned. Her eyes were red-rimmed, as if she had been crying, but she looked grimly determined.

“I hope you don’t mind wearing an Imperial uniform,” she said to Hera.

“Well, this is new,” Hera muttered a few minutes later, pulling uncomfortably at the hem of her borrowed uniform. It was ISB field grays, and a little tight – she and the other Hera were almost but not quite the same size, though she thought the younger woman was actually broader in the shoulders, if smaller in the bust. Well, she was an active field agent instead of a flag officer, and she hadn’t had a child.

Even these days it wasn’t uncommon for Alliance personnel to have to go undercover as Imperials, and most larger ships had a small collection of Imperial uniforms and armor just in case. Hera, for fairly obvious reasons, had never done so. When she was in the field now she was commanding from the deck of a starship, or on now rare occasions, in the cockpit; when she had been younger she had always had humans around who could believably take that role. She had managed to avoid taking the dancing girl roles that Twi’leks tended to get relegated to when she was younger by virtue of never having to go on a mission where that was necessary; as a flag officer it was completely out of the question now.

She grimaced at her reflection in the mirror and began to wrap up her lekku, hating it immediately. Upper-caste Twi’lek women never covered up their lekku and usually left their other caste markings bare; Hera didn’t bother with the latter because when she had first been in the field she had been concerned about being recognized as a curiate Syndulla. In the Alliance, not only did it not matter, no one would recognize their significance anyway. Once off Ryloth, it wasn’t uncommon to see Twi’leks with decorative lekku markings; it would have taken a Ryloth native or a first generation colonist to recognize her markings as curial caste markings. The other Hera obviously felt differently, though probably for different reasons.

Once her lekku were covered, she used makeup to subtly change the shape of her face, accentuating the slight differences between herself and the other Hera. They would probably still be taken for sisters, but there was nothing to be done about that.

She stepped into the cockpit to a stream of familiar Binary obscenities. Chopper swiveled his dome at her approach, his invective suddenly replaced by a low, startled sound. The other Hera, who had been crouched in front of him, sat back on her heels and looked up at Hera.

“You’ll do,” she said, sounding unhappy about it.

Chopper chirped a cautious inquiry. It was, Hera realized with surprise, the first time she had seen him since she had arrived.

“Yes, it’s me,” she told him. “Do you want to do a genetic test?”

He waved one of his manipulators dismissively, but the sound he made was distinctively taken aback. The younger Hera waved a hand in front of his optical processors. “Come on, you. Your paint’s not dry yet.”

Hera gave him a second look. She had assumed that his black-and-red paint job was how he looked normally in this universe, but apparently not.

The door slid open behind her and Hera stepped out of the way so that Kanan could come in. She glanced at him, then did a double-take.

Even in his heavy leathers and black vambraces she had had trouble seeing him as an Inquisitor before. Now there was no question about it. He had added upper body armor, including pauldrons with the Imperial cog painted on, and his step was heavier; he was wearing blackened greaves that covered his legs from ankle to knee. A black mask of some unfamiliar material concealed the lower half of his face, leaving only his eyes visible.

The other Hera said, “I hate that.”

“Not as much as I do.” His voice was a little muffled. He reached up and unsealed the mask, wincing as little as he pulled it away from his face. Hera realized abruptly that the scars she had seen there earlier exactly matched the outline of the mask, as if he had worn it until it had worn the skin raw. “But it impresses the regs.”

“Hmmph.” The other Hera stood up and kissed him. “You look like you’re coming to murder someone.”

“That’s the intended effect.”

“I know.”

Suddenly Hera realized that they were both completely serious.

Kanan flicked a glance at her, as if he had sensed her revelation. He looked away, stepping past her to take the co-pilot’s seat.

He’s done it, Hera thought, her fists clenching and unclenching inside their black gloves. He’s killed people for the Empire. He’s walked into a room dressed just like this to do murder, and she was probably with him.

She didn’t know Inquisitors, but she knew how terrified Kanan had been after they had gotten him back from Tarkin’s star destroyer over Mustafar. He had had nightmares for weeks – months – afterwards. He had still been having them intermittently when they had gone to Malachor, which hadn’t replaced them so much as added something new to have nightmares about. Hera did know Imperials; apart from personal experience with those still in the Imperial service, there were plenty of Imperial deserters in the Alliance ranks. Kallus wasn’t the only former ISB officer, either, though he was the one she knew best. She had a pretty good idea of exactly what it took to succeed in the ISB and the other Hera had clearly done it.

She hadn’t been thinking of them as Imperials in more than name.

The other Hera glanced at her, her expression unreadable, then slid into the pilot’s chair. Hera looked down and took the chair behind Kanan, the one that should have been Sabine’s.

Hera had always felt a certain amount of pity for the Imperials who had come over to the Alliance, though too much experience had kept her for feeling any for those who chose to stay with the Empire. The Empire recruited heavily from worlds like Lothal and Tatooine, Outer Rim planets whose residents had few options to get out or make something of themselves, as well as from the lower levels of ecumenopoleis like Coruscant, where options were equally limited. She remembered being that desperate to get offworld when she had been a teenager, and if she had been human – well, she wouldn’t have taken that option, not growing up as Cham Syndulla’s daughter, but she understood how it felt to do anything, anything, if it meant you could get away. Those who came to the Alliance were the ones who understood that “anything” didn’t mean “everything.”

Hera had always thought that she would never be one of those people, even if she had had the option.

And Kanan –

She looked down at her hands rather than at the back of his head, breathing hard, and missed the transition from hyperspace to realspace.

“Welcome to Scarif,” Kanan said. “That is a lot of star destroyers.”

Hera straightened up, peering over his shoulder out the viewport. “Not as many as the last time I was here,” she remarked. The blue glow of the planetary shield was just barely visible; they had arrived on the day side of the planet. She looked at the shield gate and shuddered.

“You’ve been here before?” the other Hera asked.

“I had more friends with me,” Hera said, then clarified, “An Alliance commando unit infiltrated the vaults to steal plans for the D – for an Imperial superweapon. The rest of the Alliance fleet came to support them; it was our first major fleet action against the Empire. I was with the fleet; it was my last action flying the Ghost, actually.”

“They don’t sound like they were very good commandos,” the other woman muttered.

“They got the information out.” Hera’s mouth tightened. She hoped this didn’t go the same way that had. The Alliance would never know how Rogue One had died, just that they had, and so had everyone else on the planet’s surface.

She had heard their last transmission, the desperate plea to bring down the shield gate. It wasn’t the only thing that haunted her dreams, not by a long shot, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t one of them.

The two Imperials exchanged a look Hera couldn’t read, then the girl leaned forward to touch the comm unit, “This is ISB/Inquisition transport Ghost, code ISB/INQ-972484, requesting permission to land.”

There was a long moment of silence, then the response came, “Ghost, you’re clear to land. Landing pad 6.”

“Thank you.”

Hera supposed that no one questioned the ISB, or possibly the Inquisition; presumably the combination of the two was something that no one wanted to deal with for longer than they had to. It was a pity that that information would be useless back home, since the Inquisition no longer existed.

She watched as they slid past star destroyers, TIE patrols, and transport vessels, the latter all making their slow approach to or from the shield gate. The Ghost descended it slowly; Hera clenched her fists on the arms of her chair, thinking about the starfighters she had seen shattered against it when it had closed during the battle. She glanced up reflexively once they had passed it, even though that didn’t show her anything but the ceiling of the Ghost.

Scarif was pretty, she could tell from the viewport. It would have made a nice vacation spot if it wasn’t for the Empire. She wondered what had been going through Tarkin’s head when he had picked it for the data center – the location, maybe, though there were dozens of other planets as conveniently placed. Hera didn’t think she would ever see it as anything other than a killing ground. She watched the Citadel Tower slide past them as the Ghost circled to their assigned landing pad; the other Hera brought the ship down as gently as Hera herself would have done.

Kanan got to his feet, sliding his mask back on. “Well,” he said, his voice cold, a killer’s voice, an Imperial Inquisitor’s voice, “here we go.”

#cut scenes and concept writing #other side au tag #as always comments are appreciated

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ramblingwritings · 5 years ago

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Can you write a drabble about Obi-Wan and reader's first kiss?? If you're comfortable with it, that is!! Please and thank you!! You're amazing 💖💖

You’d finally made it back to your rooms after a long, tiring day teaching your young padawan. You never truly understood how much energy young ones have until you gained a padawan of your own. Now, it felt as if most nights you were practically crawling to your bed. Tonight was no different, and more than anything, you just wanted to curl up in bed and sleep until morning. But unfortunately, you weren’t known for your good luck and just as you began to remove your outer robes and boots, there was a knock at your door. Not bothering to put them back on, and doing your best to suppress the groan that threatens to pass your lips, you open the door a little more aggressively than you meant to.

“Oh, hello Obi-Wan.”

“Good evening y/n, can I come in?”

Fully opening the door, you gesture for him to come in as you mumble a tired ‘Of course’ and close the door behind you. You quietly follow behind him as he moves to stand in front of the two glass doors leading towards your balcony. He knows your love for it. On most nights, it is where he finds you meditating for the evening as the lights and sounds of the city in the distance acts as white-noise. In the current moment, he stands in front of you, with his head turned slightly to the right, admiring the blurred lights and dimmed sounds as the rain from the storm overhead pelts the ground. As he stands there, with his hands clasped behind his back, he looks as though he is glowing. All of the different colored lights in the distance softly outline his silhouette, and you do your best to remember every detail. To ingrain it in your memory so well, that you’d be able to picture it with your eyes closed. You sit there for a while studying the scene before you, and truth be told, you are unsure of how much time has actually passed. But you slightly startle as Obi’s voice brings you out of your trance.

“Nights when it is storming are my favorite, those are the nights when Coruscant seems to find some peace from its busy life.” He says as he leans down towards his feet, and it takes you a moment to realize that he's removing his boots.

“Have you ever been outside during a storm, y/n?” He asks as he turns to you with a hand on the doorknob of your balcony door. He receives his answer in the shake of your head, and he grants you a smile.

“Well then, after you.” You’d unconsciously moved towards him, and he places his hand on your back to guide you outside. His hand is large and warm compared to the cold clear droplets that land on you. It’s a sensation therapeutic unlike any other as your senses are filled with the storm. You close your eyes and turn your head towards the sky, and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. You stay in this position for a while, as you feel Obi-Wan’s hand move from your back to grab your hand. He slowly intertwines your fingers, as if fearing that at any moment you’d reject him. But you wouldn’t, in a way you’ve known that for a while Obi has had your heart.

Encouraged by your acceptance, Obi steps in front of you and guides your face with his free hand to look at him. Your eyes are caught by his gaze as he seems to search for the answer he needs. After a moment, his eyes glance at your lips as if asking for permission to kiss you. It’s you that makes the first move, tentatively bringing your lips to meet his. They’re warm and soft compared to the cold rain that is beginning to chill your bones, and his scent fills your nose. You both pull away after the initial kiss, his eyes are still closed and he smiles the most relaxed smile you’ve seen.

“I love you, y/n.”

#i really love this ask y’all #and yes i did go the cliche first kiss in the rain route #im not ashamed #obi wan #obi wan x reader #jedi!reader

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chaoticly-shy-dragon · 5 years ago

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Today was the day.

Today was the day, they were going to execute him.

Today was the day Darth Vader would finally meet the fate, he sentenced so many to.

He, of course, had been on trial, even if it was a closed and discreet one, specifically requested by the Alliance hero and Jedi - Luke Skywalker.

The Dark Lord’s fate was publicly announced on the Holonet approximately a day before the execution.

At first, the early reactions to the sentence were good and happily accepted. Those were the reactions from the high society in the Core.

The backlash that happened during the Coruscant night was massive and utterly unexpected.

Alliance’s posts were brutally attacked on some of the Outer Rim planets, many of the Imperial forces, who had been standing down, were arming up and thousands upon thousands of troopers were preparing to storm the city-planet.

Hundreds of planets started passive measurements against the notion - many planets, from Wobani to Cato Neimoidia, had stopped their trade with the Core.

The still vulnerable Senate was shocked and confused by the whole situation. When the people of Coruscant, started protesting in front of the Senate and the regulation posts that were installed on the planet, many senators didn’t know what to make from it.

The Senate was truly bewildered. Didn’t the people of the Galaxy know what atrocities the man had committed?

No matter what the public thought, in order not to sentence themselves to another war, the Senate agreed to delay or utterly change the sentence.

Once again Darth Vader had to stand a trial, but this time publicly.

The media jumped at the opportunity. Many reporters were sent to different parts of the galaxy to get answers.

The information they found was a bucket of cold water, spilled over the Alliance leaders.

Many articles popped out and with every one of them, the new government grew more and more bewildered.

Stories of Vader allying himself with local rebels to overthrow the Moff in charge of the planet, of him helping the flooded Akiva and other planets having a crisis due to some natural disaster.

Vader was even found responsible for the final liberation of Ryloth, and the death of more than several dozens of warlords from the Hutt clan.

One really fearless reporter even went to Mustafar and got access to Vader’s mission reports. But the real gold found there was an old videotape from around the creation of the Empire. Unfortunately, parts of the video were destroyed (after all Sidious couldn’t allow his apprentice to see Kenobi and his very-much-alive wife escaping the hellish planet), but the reporter still managed to acquire one spectacular Jedi fight (even if they couldn’t see what it had to do with Vader, anything connecting the Jedi was finally allowed once again).

All these articles were slow blows to the government and the idea that they protected.

The final blow came when the public required a meeting with Darth Vader.

At first, the idea seemed fine, after all, what else could possibly go wrong.

They had forgotten the request put in by Luke Skywalker after it came to light that Vader might live. The request for extra medical attention.

The man that they led into the studio had little visual connection to the imposing Dragon of the Empire. The only similarities were the built and the height.

His face was half-covered in a clear mask, showing on full display his scars.

And there were scars. Every visible inch of his skin was covered in scar tissue and was so very pale, that it was whiter than the stormtrooper’s new armor.

The interviewer, the screen directors and staff were starting for quite some time, brought back by the insistent cough of Luke Skywalker who was the one guarding the ex-Sith.

The live broadcast started with easy questions with not so easy answers:

“Are you really Lord Vader?”

“If that’s not your real name, what is it?”

“Why are you in the state of requiring life support suit?”

Then it came down to the hard ones:

“Why were you sentenced to execution in the first place if you haven’t actually done anything of the things they accused you of?”

Darth Vader’s real name was apparently Anakin Skywalker. He had been Jedi for more than ten years and a General in the Clone Wars for three.

He described his life as a Jedi, his inability to fit in because of his past. He explained the non-attachment rule of the Jedi, about the age at which people were accepted into the Order. Anakin told them that the Jedi couldn’t have strong relationships with their birth families and non-Jedi (a fact which surprised the Jedi in the room as much as it surprised the staff). He told them about their decision that a nine years old was too old to become a Jedi (the statement was met with denial and outrage).

He explained that during his years as a Jedi, the Order was mistrustful of him and because of it he grew closer to his friend in the Senate - the Chancellor.

Anakin started talking about the Clone Wars, about the horrors, the atrocities. He told them about the planets ruined because of the inability of the galaxy to listen.

The ex-Sith told them about the clones, his men, who were bred to die and never even complained about it. He told them stories about heroism far beyond the capability of anyone else. He told them about their lack of rights. He told the galaxy how his men fought for the Republic, killed for the Republic, sacrificed their lives for the Republic and the same Republic never gave them citizenship but treated them as objects, possessions.

Almost every member of the crew was moved by his words.

Anakin continued telling them that even if many tried to stop it, the war continued. He told them about how he fell in love, right at the beginning of the war. How he and his angel agreed that they could not live without one another. He told them about the little secret wedding on a Mid-Rim world.

If there had been someone who hadn't been crying, now they were.

Anakin was breathing hard, silent tears running down his cheeks.

He explained the strain the war put on people, who then put the blame on the Jedi. He told them how The Senate ordered the Order around, how they were forced to follow their orders so the Jedi could keep the little favor of the public.

He told them about the propaganda, about the campaigns, about the millions of people dying because there was no more food. About the greedy corporations and clans that spend all their money on more droids and clones, feeding the war machine more and more.

They had called him The Hero With No Fear. He and his Jedi Master became The Team - The Hero and The Negotiator. Unbeatable.

But ironically they were. They were beaten more than once. He had been constantly afraid -for his men, for his wife, for his student, for his brother.

A sob cut off his speech allowing, letting the silence settle.

Finally, they had the courage to ask him how old he had been during the war.

The man, the war veteran left with almost nothing to show for his accomplishments, answered “I was 19 when they sent me on the front. I was 20 when I became a General. My padawan, my apprentice was 14 when they sent her on the front. My men were 10 years old. For those of you, who had read about the war from your pads or in school, let me tell you how old was the youngest Commander- 11. There were teens on the front fighting, getting shot, being tortured for information, and nobody then, found it strange and unnatural,” the man was stopped by a hard pat on his shoulder. Luke Skywalker was looking forward, not seeing anything with a glassy look over his eyes.

The silence was like a heavy blanket over the people. There was horror, anger and sadness, oh so much sadness, in the air, drowning the inhabitants.

Anakin started talking once again. He told the galaxy about Count Yan Dooku of Sereno, once a Jedi Master and a Sith Apprentice, Master of Makashi. He told them about Asajj Ventress, once Jedi Padawan and a Sith Apprentice. He told them about the terror bringing Jedi Killer General Grievous. He told the galaxy their stories, their tragedies. He told them about their deaths.

Anakin was breathing hard, mind somewhere else. He took one much-needed pause and spoke about the rise of the Empire.

He told them about his wife's pregnancy, he told them about his mother’s death. He told them about the sleepless night and the pressure of both sides - the Senate and the Jedi.

The Dark Lord told them about Sidious, about the Grand puppeteer, the master manipulator, the Sith Master behind the war.

Ignoring the viewers' shock, which resonated through the Force, he told them about Order 66, about the Jedi Purge and his own involvement. He told them about the round of applause, Palpatine received when he took control over the galaxy as a whole.

Anakin took a deep breath and told them about Mustafar “I was sent there to kill the Separatist Council. On my way back I met my wife, my angel. She begged me to come with her, to help her raise our baby together, to be happy. She only wanted from me, to come back to her.”

There was something that was utterly broken in Anakin’s gaze, “I didn’t accept, instead I called her a liar and... I tried to kill her.” His voice started trembling from emotions too intense to be understood. “My Jedi Master, Obi-Wan engaged me in a duel to keep me away from her. To keep the galaxy safe from me. We fought as we have never fought before, and in the end, he won - he cut off my three remaining limbs and left me to burn on the shore.”

The broken man ignored the sharp intakes of breaths, the gasps and the sinking feeling of horror that was filling the room.

After a tense pause, Anakin continued “I was found by the Emperor who saved my life and put me in that torture device he called life-support. When I woke, the first thing I did was ask for Padmè, only to be answered that I had killed her.” His voice became more and more emotionless as he kept talking, “Later I found out I had had a psychotic break caused by the stress and lack of sleep. In my weak state, Sidious had managed to influence me even more than before. You asked me why I allowed them to accuse me of crimes I haven’t committed? Because even if I had been manipulated, influenced and lied to, I am still the person who took those choices. I am the horrible human being that helped a man commit a genocide, helped a man create a dictatorship and I am a man who deserves nothing else than the same sentence I sent so many others to.”

The silence that followed was heavy, pregnant and absolutely no one had an idea how to break it.

Finally, a movement caught their attention, and the staff all turned their heads to follow the path of the war veteran and the Jedi Knight out of the room.

Right before they made their exit, Anakin Skywalker turned and said “I did the good things in her name. In the name of Padmè Amidala Skywalker, who supported democracy until her dying breath. I did it in the name of Shmi Skywalker who let her son be taken away, while she was left in slavery. I did it for my son and daughter who could have grown in a better galaxy if it weren’t for me. I did it for the bright-eyed free boy who wanted to free all the slaves.” He took one last calming breath, “I did it because the galaxy needs more people ready to help each other.”

A quiet laugh broke through the grave silence, and for the first time today, the Jedi Knight spoke, “Come on, Father. You promised to show me that restaurant.”

The father and son left, leaving the reporter and his crew gaping like fish.

Finally, someone managed to say, “We can't edit any of this. This was live.”

Nobody answered, letting the silence fill the room once again.

...Or an idea, continuing my Sidious is Sympathetic! Fic. There was more but it got deleted... again. I think I went a bit overboard so, sorry.

In addition, I started series connected to this AU on ao3. If you want, you can check it out here.

#star wars au #starwars #star wars #darth sidious #darth vader #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker #sw crack #crack #sympathizing!sidious

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capricornus-rex · 5 years ago

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Playing Pretend (4)

Requested by: @calkesttiss | Prompt:

Hi! I just watched isi & ossi (rich girl and poor boxer boy AH) on netflix and now i cant stop thinking about cal and fake dating. Do with that what you will 😂

Cal Kestis x Reader

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Cal found a way down the building and walked his way back to the Mobara Palace, one of the few cantinas in the Capital that have docking bays. The Mobara Palace was one of the biggest in the city too; occupying a whole block to cover the bar itself as well as the elaborate network of paths that connect the bays to one another, with the cantina at the starting point of it all.

The Mantis’s entrance ramp hissed and lowered, opening the door before him. An aromatic waft was the first to welcome him upon his entry.

“Looks like Greez is cooking something good,” he comments to BD-1.

As he entered the ship, Greez’s dual pairs of arms were all over the pantry and yet each arm was carefully distributed to a certain task in cooking.

“Smells good, Greez!” Cal beamed.

“Oh good, you’re just in time for dinner—with all that wandering around you’re doing, you’re probably hungry,”

He joined the others at the table as soon as Greez lifted the pot from the stove and served everyone their own plates. The meal was solemn and yet there was a warm aura emanating around them. Cal decided to up the mood by striking a conversation.

“How long do you guys still think we’re gonna stay here until this blows over?”

A silence at the dinner table. Cere’s eyes shifted, she searched Greez’s face and studied his reaction toward Cal’s question. There was only one possible and realistic answer, but the boy doesn’t seem to concur with it.

“Cal,” she clears her throat. “You do understand why…”

Before she could even reiterate her question, Cal already knew this mere dinner table conversation was going to be another lecture.

“I know. We’re hiding from the loan shark that Greez borrowed the money from to get this ship,”

It was an embarrassing truth, but a truth nonetheless. Greez felt like the situation required him to say a piece.

“Look, kid, we can scrape by with what we have. I mean, I still got coin on me—but not that enough to cover the loan plus with its interest!”

“Odd jobs, honest jobs, aren’t gonna cut it in a short time, Greez. At least you would know that, of all people,” Cal argued.

Cal had been wandering around the city looking for a quick way to earn some coin in the quickest way possible. The downtown and underground areas of the planet had some questionable methods of earning money—but they were easy money. Although Cal had grown up with street smarts, part of that knowledge is when and where a solution is either a real solution or another problem later on.

“You know the Sabacc, don’t ya?” Greez whispered with the left corner of his mouth directed to Cal.

“Greez, we are not going with gambling!” Cere sternly exclaimed. The impact of her fork dropping against the plate was just as scary as a fist landing on the table like a gavel.

There was another silence amongst them again. Cere continued on with her own piece.

“We cannot endanger anyone in our crew with something that won’t be worth our while. I don’t mind pretending to be some stranger in a different name just so we can have someplace to stay safe together. But I will not allow anybody in this ship to get into something that would jeopardize themselves or the crew altogether, understand?”

Cere’s outburst hardened the silence. Everybody understands that she hasn’t outgrown her military discipline from her days of participating in the Clone Wars—and she’s utilizing them in predicaments such as these amongst the Mantis crew members.

These episodes of hers were occasional, therefore it made her unpredictable, intimidating, but somehow her aggressive delivery doesn’t outweigh her rationale or true motive. Everybody—Cal, Greez, Merrin, and ultimately BD-1—knew that she means well and that she always will.

Cere processed what just had happened with her. She attempted to recompose herself in the midst of the awkwardness. She cleared her throat.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s fine, Cere,” Greez consoles.

The dinner proceeds. Cal wondered if the girl he met yesterday and bumped into just now would be a better subject to talk about.

“I met someone last night. Bumped into her again,”

All heads turn to Cal.

“She frequents a pub not too far from here. I always see her near or inside that place. Maybe if I bump into her again, I’ll ask her where I can find a place to get some cash—and a clean one at that,”

“Are you sure she is to be trusted?” Cere maintained her stern tone even after recomposing herself.

Cal was so sure of his judgment about you. He recalled the moments where you two were together. He felt your kindness and compassion—he knew of your good intentions, you meant no harm—but he also sensed some sort of sadness in you.

“You probably have heard of Senator Bail Organa?” Cere takes the conversation reins.

Cal shrugs, “Yeah sure, I know him. I saw him sometimes in the Senate Building in Coruscant.”

“Well, he knows of our presence here—don’t worry, he doesn’t know about the loan shark at our tail—and he’s invited us to a social function,”

“Social function?�� Cal raised his eyebrow at Cere’s unusual choice of word.

“Apparently, this party was being held by a colleague of his. Perhaps they needed to fill the guestlist,”

“Proxies,”

“Exactly.”

“How bad can a few no-show guests be? It’s not like it’s gonna dent their bank account when the catering bill comes!” Greez dryly joked and it was the received likewise.

In light of this new announcement, Cal began to wonder how long does he have to stay in the party before he could sneak back out in the streets and find the unusual girl who had to drag him up a rooftop from the Tipsy Taun-Taun just to ask for some self-defense moves.

The following days passed until the day of the banquet has come. That morning, your mother personally made sure that you don’t sleep in and get yourself ready as quickly as possible. She also announced that the stylists are coming in half an hour.

“Mom, I’m perfectly capable of doing my own makeup!” You detest despite still being groggy from being woken up without your consent.

You force yourself out of bed so that you could take a shower. Unfortunately, you didn’t have the luxury of staying too long in the bath—however, you sorely wished you did. You slid deeper into the cold, ivory and gold-trimmed bathtub until only your eyes are on the surface.

A pounding on the door disturbed your watery peace.

“[y/n], hurry up!” your mother growled from the other side.

“Almost done!” you cried back.

You were actually done minutes ago, you only chose to soak yourself for a bit longer with the wishful thinking that they’ll never realize that you’ve locked yourself in your own bathroom. You’d love that though.

“No one could ever go wrong with black,” you muttered as you pulled out an off-shouldered black cocktail dress with stars and planets embroidered with golden thread.

You made quick work of yourself. You did your hair and makeup: applying minimal makeup as possible, you wore your hair down and clipped a silver headband on both ends with four tiers of golden cords hanging over on top of the other. Staring back at yourself in the mirror, a brush in your hand slides down to the length of your hair; with every stroke, you ponder if all this your parents are doing is ever worth it either for themselves or for the family.

You sigh for an answer, or lack thereof. Afterwards, you donned the dress and the shoes—both pieces were in black. The finishing touch—a personal one at that—was a pair of leather fingerless gloves.

“Here goes nothing,” a mantra you tell yourself before exiting your room in attendance to any social gathering you were obliged to attend.

The party started without you. No surprise in that, you thought. Nevertheless, you made your way to ballroom where the chatter of the guests became more and more audible yet incoherent as their voices meddled.

Immediately, you searched for Tazha in the room. She wasn’t easy to miss. Her glittering dress outshines everyone else’s, literally making her a beacon for you to easily see her. You walk up to her.

“Oh you look great!” she compliments.

“Thanks, you too,”

Suddenly, one of the Ithrel sons, Logan who was the third son and was the same age as you, appears ot be walking toward you with what you thought is the stupidest grin you’ve ever seen on a face. He comes in strong by grabbing you by the waist, reel you in for a kiss except you successfully dodged it with your gloved hand.

“Logan? What the hell are you doing?!”

“Well, your mom paid me to flirt with you until you end up falling in love with me, I’ll have a chance in the Junior Legislator’s Program! Plus, we get to support your family until your dad becomes Senator or whatever, I mean, we don’t have a choice on that, we just gotta roll with it,” he beamed with an imbecile’s optimism. “Big bonus if we ever get married though. I mean, she wanted that to happen. So, marry me?”

“Hold up. She did what now?”

Logan repeated your own mother’s plan, he reiterated that this part wasn’t even in the original agreement. Your mother had to negotiate her way through the Ithrels in promising a much stronger bond of support to your family—therefore, you became a sacrificial lamb.

You and Tazha exchanged glances. Both of you communicated clearly through the furrows of your brows and the hard rolling of your eyes. A gradual burst of rage was flowing in your bloodstreams.

“Oh my God, this is just sad and pathetic of you, Logan,” Tazha condescendingly comments.

“I’m gonna give her a piece of my mind tonight,” you growled, your knuckles were white from gripping the bannister too hard.

You searched for your mother in the ballroom. When you spotted her and your father speaking with some guests, you marched through the sea of people until you reached her.

“Mother, may I speak with you?”

Yasina excused herself from her guest and she was in for a surprise with what is about to go down.

“You paid one of the Ithrel sons to date me?! Because you thought that would strengthen your connection with them just so Dad can secure his win in the election? You did this without me knowing? Whatever the hell happened to consent, Mom!?”

“[y/n] Elvas Torvel, I do not allow you to speak to me with a tone like that in an important event like this!” Yasina hissed, struggling to maintain her composure—both mentally and physically—after just being bombarded with questions by her daughter.

“Did you even ever stop to think how I’d feel if you paired me with a complete imbecile?!”

“[y/n], honey, please listen,” your father intervenes but the argument was heating up between you and your mother.

“The Ithrels are a good family. They uphold a clear reputation. We Torvels and Ithrels would be a great collaborative enterprise,”

“You don’t see the problem here, Mom? I don’t want to get married!”

Yasina was silent. Her face was completely aghast: her eyes wide open, her lip was trembling as if wanting to say something but couldn’t because of so much nerves thrashing underneath her skin.

“You will not ruin this event for your own selfish, adolescent needs, young lady. We are not finished with this discussion.”

“Don’t worry, I don’t plan on ending it soon.”

You walked out from your parents. Turning your back on them to wipe away the tears that was welling up in your eyes.

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Malvina Luminaire and the Knights of Light malvina “mal” luminaire is a half-human, half-high elf jedi who lived in the south of the high elvish empire of coruscant. she was still a little girl when anakin/vader opened the gates to exegol and unleashed the sith order upon galaia in order to free humanity from enslavement and take revenge upon those who had enslaved them. naïvely, she thought that vader would never hurt her high elvish father because he was kind to humans, had a human wife, and did not permit human slavery within the city that he ruled. she was wrong. one of vader’s acts as the enforcer of exegol was to exact tribute from every high elvish family: each unit of parents and children would have to send someone to imperial city to be slaughtered as repayment for high elvish genocide and atrocities against humans; for mixed families such as malvina’s, he would demand that the person sent be at least part high elvish. if a single family in any city did not give tribute, the whole population of high elves in that city would be wiped out. vader demanded that the luminaires pay tribute as well in spite of previously promising that he wouldn’t touch them, and since malvina was an only child, it would either be her or her father who was killed. her father refused, and got every single other high elvish family in his city to refuse as well. for that, just as vader said, all of the high elves of malvina’s city were killed, including both of her parents–he had said that other-species members of high elvish families would not be spared, because it was “treachery” to have intimate relations with high elves. malvina was the only one who escaped. even having lost everything, she tried to cultivate a sense of hope. she accepted a paragon into her body to become a jedi and learn the light side of the force. she trained with yoda alongside luke skywalker and became best friends with him and his sister. she was determined to kill vader to stop him from killing more innocent people–and if it couldn’t be her, she would have wanted luke and leia to do it in her stead. but this grand vision of hers was never to be……instead of killing vader as luke had said he would, a little thing called vader being his father got in the way, and all of a sudden, after vader killed palpatine, luke and a supposedly reformed anakin skywalker were allies. ALLIES. in her mind, there was only one person who had perpetrated a betrayal just as bad. that person was vader himself. malvina was beyond shattered–she was destroyed. how could luke do this? how could luke insist that vader deep down was a good person who the jedi ought to be allies with, and how could leia be “conflicted” over this instead of taking her side? disgusted, she refused to join the jedi order that her former best friends led, and created her own jedi order: the knights of light. this order was comprised mainly of jedi who, for obvious reasons, did not want to ally with vader and the sith, did not want to acknowledge that vader was a chosen one destined to restore balance to the force by bringing light and dark together again, wanted vader dead and wanted luke to see that he was wrong–wrong–wrong–to ever think that such an allegiance was acceptable. though she did not fundamentally believe that it was wrong for the light side and dark side to be allies, she believed it was wrong for anakin specifically to still be alive and to lead the sith in a “better direction” (because honestly who is he to speak on that?) she would have been willing to be allies with a different sith leader, one who was more reasonable. however, in order to take down anakin and hold off his extremely powerful children at the same time, she felt she had no choice but to ally with someone she hated who also opposed the jedi-sith union as it stood: EDIT THIS BECAUSE THE FIRST VERSION WAS A MISTAKE.

#npc. || MALVINA LUMINAIRE #worldbuilding. || FANTASY AU #headcanon. || FANTASY AU #genocide*

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brooklynislandgirl · 5 years ago

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A ship you say? Have a star ship. Some Anikeni. {Not that you couldn't do one with Beth, but a. I didn't want to call Beth out like that and b. I couldn't think of anything ridiculous to open this with}

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I. who wakes up first in the morning

It is not often that she wakes before he does. Anakin’s body and his spirit or some combination of the two has an internal clock that one could set as a galactic clock. Perhaps it is because they cannot risk being found together in her cell or his. Perhaps it was his childhood before he came to Coruscant. Perhaps it is his connection to the Force. She doesn’t really know why, but he is almost always the first one to wake.But this time she has a few moments of luxury. Wrapped around him, he slumbers in the curve of her arms. She brushes back the stray wisps of hair from his face though leaves his braid to cut across his cheek and leans in to breath him in. These moments are so rarely precious that she has to take full advantage of them. To daydream of their lives beyond the Temple walls if they had met any other time or place. What it would be like back home with soft cushions and rich covers, given the luxury of sleeping as late as they liked, days if need be, before his eventual restlessness would have them pouring between star-maps and freshly brewed caff, deciding where in the universe they would go. Where best to make a real difference. Or even more simply to let him sleep without his plague of dreams which come more frequently as the days pass.Perhaps a bit selfishly, she nuzzles the back of his neck and very carefully tightens her hold. He is supposed to leave today, an assignment with Master Kenobi that will keep him in Galactic City but away from the Temple. There are worse things, but… she has a bad feeling about all of this.“Be careful,” she whispers into his shoulder. One time for each of her moons. Blue a prayer hope for his eyes, a wish of happiness from the green for hers. The protection of violet for her sabre even in the dark, and the last unseen for when he is far away from her. It’s her charm, her silliest superstition. “Be safe. Be smart.”Be mine.“I heard that.”He smiles without opening his eyes.

II. who’s the first to fall asleep at night

He’s asleep before he actually hits his mattress. He doesn’t mean to be but weariness might as well have been his middle name. He doesn’t stir even the slightest as she sets on his bench the small treasure trove of a sandwich and some berries that make a lush wine when fermented properly. A bota of fresh tea, cold and crisp. Hints of honey and mint leaves. All because she knows he never stopped by the cafeteria.Clever fingers work at his buckles and one by one she pulls each boot off with, followed by the socks. She tucks both his robes and his coverlets around him not so bold as to strip him down to his unmentionables. That would be…improper as it was rude. For half a minute she debates silently to herself if she should bother with his glove but Anakin is very particular about that, even with her and eventually she decides that it’s better if she leaves it on. Even asleep he looks… she doesn’t care for the heavy shadows under his eyes and how starkly his bones brush against his skin. If he could look at her somehow and still remain asleep she would be willing to bet his eyes would be fever-bright.They are running him ragged, as if he were the only knight the Jedi had at their disposal and they don’t see how it’s etching him away. She has half a mind to march into the Council Chambers and ~There’s a dark indescribable feeling that drifts down her spine like the softest of touches that almost buckles her knees.Her Master is waiting.She leans down and brushes a kiss to his temple, gives a lock of his hair a tug and goes quickly before she is summoned a second time.

III. what they playfully tease each other over

Her eyes are closed, her head cushioned in his lap. She doesn’t peek even as her fingers reach up and latch around his throat. Not tight enough to cut off his breath, but enough that won’t be able to brush off the feel of her for hours.“And of course, I would import some of the finest of my trees from home, to build your pyre. And once you’re nothing but ashes, I would take them and have them compressed until they became a beautiful jewel, maybe the colour of your eyes, and then I will flounce around the galaxy with your remains hanging always in the hollow of my throat. And once you’re one with the Force, you will be so grateful that you shine against my skin like starlight.”

A variable of their Impending Doom game, this time she has poisoned him with something fast-acting and likely incubated in her own body ~not that she mentioned that last part, but she’s getting better at it, becoming less and less sick each time, which pleases her Master.He’s making that noise again, the faint whine that might be a moan, and it makes the muscles in her belly contract with the sharp ache to respond to it, and his throat rises and falls beneath her skin. Her nails have a mind of their own and want to dig in. They don’t. She tries very hard to never leave a mark on him in a place that can be seen.“That would be really nice,” he breathes out. “But unfortunately you let your guard down and I’ve managed to double-cross you.”His voice is tense. It’s low and dark, a whisper. His hand splays out against her waist before closing again, fingertips tightening against the ridge of her hip bone.She quirks a brow and tilts her head up. “How foolish of me. I suppose I deserved it. But… in that case…you must tell me of course, how even in death you manage to betray and murder me. In the greatest detail.”

IV. what they do when the other’s having a bad dayHe finds her in her room. Face buried in her arms, body shaking from the tears she should not be crying. If her patient could not be saved, then it must be the Will of the Force, but the platitude rings hollow in her ears. The woman had children, had a husband. What would they do now without her? Especially the youngest, newly born into her hands, just days ago before the sickness set in.She is supposed to be sleeping but grief can do nothing but pour out of her in wracking sobs. And though he is a universe away out on the rim, he comes. She can feel his arms around her. His cheek pressed to her hair. Little softly spoken things she can’t quite hear though she feels the rumble of his voice. The warmth of his presence like real sunshine she hasn’t felt in years.

And she pours herself into his presence. Lets him lift that sorrow as only he can but when he starts to pull at it, unravelling it and taking it into himself she pulls back from their connection, making herself lesser established in the Force. She can’t let him do that, can’t let him put more sadness into his already full soul.A flicker of displeasure at her resistance, the confusion that comes from wondering why she retreats, though maybe he knows and understands. She isn’t quite sure how to read him, not so far away. And as much as she misses him, she urges him to go back. To live in his moment before anyone notices he’s…gone.~*~

Obi-Wan Kenobi’s face darkens as he watches his former apprentice. Though his eyes are open they are storm-tossed and shimmering with unshed wetness, his jaw tense. He is both there and not, slipped off into some recess of his mind. A habit Anakin has taken up more and more these terrible days. He doesn’t like it. Wants to say something but what could it be beyond baseless accusation. He frowns but after a moment, the boy’s nostrils flare and he looks over. His voice is tight, grim.Pained.“I’m sorry, Master. What were you saying?”V. how they say ‘i’m sorry’ after arguments

The vase goes hurtling past his head. Shatters into a thousand fragments behind him. For all that his reflexes had always been faster than hers, faster than anyone’s, there is anger that fuels her use of the Force. The book he catches and sets down before it hits his chest, and his jaw tightens. “Get out.” She isn’t asking him.“Why are you so-”“I SAID GET OUT!”Despite the furrow of his brows, the wetness around his eyes, the tremble of his lower lip, she makes a strangled sound of actual anger in her throat and looks for something else to throw, they have very little between the two of them. “This is my room!”

“Fine!” She stalks forward despite him being between her and the door. She will go through him if she has to.He smells like her. His precious senator.“FINE.”The door rocks on its casters as it slams shut behind her, biting off the small echo of her slippered feet.~*~It is interminable days before she can bring herself to look at him. Guilt has eaten her alive and what is normally so vibrant about her feels withered and yellowish. She knows better than to think she has sneaked up on him and his body stills mid-kata, the swing bringing his blade within an inch of her skin. His blade wooshes off. She doesn’t look up into his face, doesn’t flinch.Her eyes close and she takes a breath. “I….owe you an apology for my behaviour the other night. It was dramatic and stupid and it should never have happened. Please…forgive me that indiscretion.”The words are stiff, but informal. What she is saying though is that she is sorry, and if he doesn’t forgive her, she will die here. Now. At his very feet.Because she will. She can no more live without him than she can exist without the sun on her skin and the air in her lungs.It feels like eternity, staring down at the ground. Trying to feel him, hesitantly, through the Force as she cannot bring herself to look up. To let him see the raggedness of her feelings on full display.

It is an eternity, before just as slowly, just as carefully, she feels his hands take hold of her upper arms. How they tighten around her, fingertips touching.Before he pulls her in close and buries his face in the side of her neck.I’m sorry, too. And just maybe that breath he takes is the first since he’s gotten back.

VI. which one’s more ticklish”Could….could you just not….you know. Do…that?”She lifts her face from the water where she floats like a dead man. Woman. Plant. Whatever. It’s endearing that it disturbs him, for all they tease about being the cause of one another’s demise. She drags her lower lip across both sets of her teeth then grins. “Swim? I mean, I suppose I could get out. Or just let myself be pulled under. If you’d prefer.”

For all that Anakin is acutely sensitive to the Force, the subtle innuendo goes right past him and right into the next star system. Its so very sweet, she can’t help but commit the look on his face to memory.”Not what I meant, and you know it.””Yes.” She does. So she dips down. Below the surface of the water, holding her breath. Comes at him like a very fast thing with a mouthful of teeth, which of course she is, just not built for it. Breaking the surface, she’s right in front of him and it takes very little to ruffle her fingers against his side. His weakness, one she’s known about for years.

He grabs her shoulders, thrashing even though she knows the water actually impedes some of the sensation. Pushes her down. Lets her slip through his grasp. And she’s so tempted, so very tempted to bite at him. And maybe he knows that too because before she can shake her hair out of the way, he’s pulling her up again.

There is the smallest of moments, they are breathing each other. Lips parted and almost touching. She is absolutely certain, beyond any shadow of doubt, that some stranger in wild space could feel a sudden heat boiling their blood with the sensations rising up through her, looking at him, this very second.And then as Anakin thinks about moving, she closes her eyes.And almost drowns on the water sucked into her throat as he tucks an arm around her waist and dips her so that he can reach one of her feet. Proceeds to tickle it as he brings it above the surface.”You should know by now, Keni. I know all of your secrets.”Well, maybe, she agrees soundlessly once they are laying side by side in the glow of their cave flowers. Most of them.But not all.VII. their favourite rainy day activities

He tinkers. But the word is insufficient for what it actually is. The closest thing she can equate it to is watching a master artist at his craft, whether it is painting or sculpting, some unbearably exquisite mastery it takes a lifetime to achieve. She watches every twitch of his fingers, the way his face becomes so serious the deeper into his passion he delves.She could lay there on his bed, on her stomach, and spend a century alone just watching him. And like the shadow of a cloud passing across the sun, she has to accept that maybe he doesn’t have that. Anakin is impulsive. Restless. A danger to himself and others if you believed everything you heard, which she of course doesn’t…but still. His like as a Knight, his life as a human… She pushes the thought away like the vile and uncouth thing that it is. Won’t admit that it scares her sometimes, especially with how he comes back to her. A new scar here, a little piece of him missing there. He isn’t a stranger to the bacta tanks, though she wishes he absolutely was.

She drags her gaze away and closes her eyes. Tries to focus the sound of the rain. The sound he makes which is ever so quiet. Anything but the inconceivable idea that some day she will look back at these, the happiest days of their lives, and know that he’s really…gone.And the only way to comfort herself is deciding, then and there, that if he dies, she will too. Together in the Force then as they are now.She doesn’t see him looking over, that same focus and concentration she was admiring a moment ago, and beginning the first rough sketch outline of her face.VIII. how they surprise each other

She can feel it. A thrum of energy in the Force. It stalks her steps throughout the infirmary as she administers medicine and healing energy to the patients. She talks to them of things no more taxing than if they’ve gotten rest, if this or that is feeling better. The answers, in most cases, are invariably the same. Of course they would be, nothing changes that dramatically overnight, even with the best of care.It whispers through her mind driving her nearly to distraction when she sits at her Master’s side, trying to meditate one one of the lesser known Mysteries. Which becomes a lesson in hand to hand combat that she is almost grateful for as it bleeds a little tension out of her even if she gains a few bruises when her reflexes lag.It is still there when she uses the refresher to wash the day off herself, when she picks at her salad and gives half of it to the Guardian she thinks is Tazu. Always so hard to tell with the masks, which is entirely the point, she supposes.Each step toward her room is an exercise in control.The robes stripped away. Replaced by a thin shift. Her hands rise up to unbind her braids and suddenly a hand comes over her mouth. Stifles the scream that is raw and blood-curdling behind the right pressure that crushes her lips to her teeth to the point that she can taste her own blood sweet on her tongue.Anakin’s breath is hot on the edge of her ear.“Gotcha! Owe me one!”She relaxes then, which is lucky for him, otherwise he would have sailed over her shoulder and flat onto his back when she stepped back and elbowed the air out of him. Instead she holds up both hands in the air, a sign of surrender.Because he is right. She does owe him for managing to scare her. But the prize is hers when he lets go and she narrows her eyes.“Did…did you actually just watch me change?”IX. their most sickening shows of public affectionThe curve of the niche is cold on his back, despite the layers of his robes. Under which her hand has found purchase, petting and caressing him, and it feels like his skin is on fire, but smooth as marble. Her lips affixed to his throat, biting deeper, drinking at the slick coppery tang so very different than her own sap. His arms pinned to his side by a judicious application of the Force. He can squirm all he likes, whimper as loudly as he dares, but she isn’t letting go. Not this time. One delicate fingertip traces the shape of his mouth, the full softness of his lips.Let yourself go. For me. Trust me to catch you when you fall. Words that flicker through his mind as softly as she can make a command, unable to be heard by anyone else. All that can be spied is a beatific look of serenity on her face, and the throes of concentration on his as all around them pairs of Jedi concentrate on their own meditations.Anakin has been gone too long. She cannot waist another second without a proper welcome, a glimpse of unspoken desires between them. Let him wonder if it’s accidental or on purpose that the imagery in her head is projected at him as strongly as their connection will allow.~*~

“They always seem much more tranquil when they are here.” “Almost disturbing this is, this attachment. A trouble it is for young Skywalker.”“His breathing still needs work, though.”“More like Ivers he should be. Agree with you I do. Young they are yet, wisdom will come in time.”~*~

If it was possible to die from mortification alone, Anakin would be thrice over. But they can’t meditate forever….

#mynameisanakin #Images of Broken Light|Anakin Skywalker #Pools of Sorrow Waves of Joy|Anakin and Melakeni #Across the Universe|Star Wars AU #{cv: The Knight}#tw: death threats #tw: didn't even try to be subtle #tw: implied sensuality #No Jedi were harmed in the writing of this meme reply #Not permanently anyway #Apologies for bad-Anakin representation but I tried #Even WORSE Yoda impersonation #which is why I don't do canon characters for the most part #Feel free to complain about your sanity in my in box

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