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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Ten: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, sexual content/fantasizing, pervy behavior, panty/scent kink, mask kink (Ghostface), gaslighting/manipulation, spitting, cumplay, nude vids/pics, oral, dick piercing, spit, back shots, GEN. SMUT[Be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is so annoyed with his mother. He discovers something and Ghost has plans for it. [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: August 16th

I thought for sure you’d kick me to the curb. But just like always, you never fail to amaze me. You like the side of me that no one else does, you like both of me, that’s a miracle if I’ve ever seen one.

I don’t even like both of me.

You chose me, for whatever reasons you might have, pure curiosity or genuine care and interest… I don’t really care. All I care about is that you chose me. You want me. Me. All of me.

You’re choosing both of me. Separately. But soon you’ll love both sides of me, you’ll love me as a whole. That’s something no one has ever given to me. No one has ever wholly loved me, partially because I’ve never shown anyone all of me, partially because I used to fail miserably at balancing the black and white of my being.

Anakin the perfect boyfriend and future husband deserves your daylight love. Ghost the purposely imperfect and probably less than sane guy deserves your midnight curiosities.

I like this. Separating myself this way, it’s more manageable. I’ve tried for years and years to just be Anakin who is always pretending to be the man of the year, but is still just a tad too… off putting.

To everyone back home, I’ll always be the strange guy who only had two friends, himself and the neighbor kid who was only such good friends with him because they grew up in close proximity.

Anakin, the weird kid who didn’t know how to smile properly.

Anakin, the creep who stared too much, not at anything inappropriate. I wasn’t leering at women or anything, it’s just creepy for people to be looked at by someone who has ‘dead eyes’ and ‘doesn’t blink enough’.

Anakin, the ‘well he’s trying’ boy. The poor little guy who brought Brianna a handful of nettles on the playground, tied together with worms. ‘He meant well! He’s trying to be nice sweetie.’

Anakin, the ‘turn out your pockets before you come inside’ kid. You come home with a dead squirrel in your hoodie pocket once and your mother will never trust you not to have another stashed somewhere.

‘hey, it’s not that I don’t think you’re great! I do! You’re just not… great for me.’

‘please don’t look at me like that, it makes me uncomfortable’

‘Get away from my yard, I know what you’re doing!’

‘Who’s cat is that? Anakin! Where did you get this?’

‘Ani, you can’t keep doing this. I can’t protect you forever!’

‘Don’t you want to have friends? A girlfriend? To grow up and have a family? Don’t you want that?’

I was always Anakin-weird as hell, psycho, town freak-Skywalker.

In your daylight love I can be Anakin-nice guy, perfect smile, warm hugs-Skywalker.

I can shove everything else into The Pit until I’m ready to put on that Ghostface mask and take off my mask of normalcy. Weird isn’t it? Putting on a mask just to take off another one?

I like it though. I really like it.

I can be normal for you. I can. I can be normal. As long as Ghost can be let out of The Pit sometimes. No more balancing on the edge for Anakin. No more hiding and pretending and suffocating myself with the act of being a person.

If I can flood Anakin with all the things I’ve learned over the years, all the knowledge I’ve stored away in my mind’s filing cabinets… then you can have the man you deserve.

You’ll just have to come to terms with the fact that once Ghost makes his appearance, your Anakin is gone until further notice.

I think you’ll do well with that. You’re already handling it swimmingly.

Diary Entry: August 17th

You left me a note of your own this morning, a question I wasn’t expecting in the slightest. When I walked into the kitchen and finally cracked open the diary you’d left laying there for me I was shocked. Absolutely and completely shocked.

‘When are you coming home?’

You’re asking Ghost to visit you? For real? I don’t even know how to react, I never thought you’d be the one requesting the company of my masked presence. I guess giving you an option, proving your feelings and your well-being mattered most to me was the right move.

Now I just have to figure out what I’m going to do. I’ll have to plan. I need to think.

I have to be so much more careful now.

Date

August 18th

This is the first time Ghost hasn’t responded when you’ve contacted him. It’s been three days of nothing. He’s not been inside your house at all, no gifts, nothing has been moved, your cat’s bowl is empty when you get home.

His absence is more unsettling that his presence.

You’re beginning to wonder if you’ve angered him by asking about his next visit, was that the wrong thing to do? Did it freak him out? Asking about his plans… did it make him uncomfortable? Or is he tired of the chase now? Now that you’re interested… is it possible he’s lost the adrenaline rush of it all and he won’t be back at all?

There’s no time to ponder or worry right now, yet here you are staring into the foggy mirror in your bathroom post-shower.

“Hey sweetheart?” Anakin’s cheery voice floated to you from under the door.

“In here!” You called out, opening the door up and wiping off the mirror, grateful to have been pulled out of your mind.

“Want help picking something out?” He asked, wrapping his arms around your middle, pressing his nose to the crown of your head to smell your freshly washed hair.

“Mmm yeah if you want.” You nodded, smiling at him in the mirror.

“You excited?” He grinned, poking your sides to hear you giggle.

“Yeah… a little bit nervous though to be honest.” You confessed.

“What? Why? They’ll like you, I have no doubts.” He said with a reassuring squeeze to your shoulders.

“I know, it’s just… what if they don’t?” You asked nervously, looking away from his intense gaze in the mirror.

“They will.” He whispered kissing your temple.

“But what if they don’t?”

“They will, but, if for some reason they don’t then they’re stupid.” He shrugged his shoulders. “But I know they will okay?”

“But Ani I’m worr-“

“Hey.” He said sharply, catching the words before they could leave your lips. “That’s enough.” He said in a softer tone.

He sighed, grabbing the hair brush from the sink countertop. He started brushing through your wet tangles, starting at the ends and working his way up.

“You’re important to me. They know that.” Anakin whispered, kissing your shoulder. “They know you’re something special, trust me. I’ve never brought anyone to meet them before.”

“Seriously?” You whipped your head around with a horrified expression on your face.

“Yeah seriously.” He nodded. “I’ve never felt like this for anyone else.” He gently directed your head back to face the mirror so he could continue brushing your hair.

“That makes it even worse!” You squeaked, slumping over against the sink, your arms crossed on the cold Formica top with your forehead rested on them.

“Why?” He asked as he sat the brush aside and placed his hand on your back, rubbing up and down the soft fabric of the towel around you.

“I’m the first girl you’re bringing home!” You said exasperatedly, “they’re gonna be expecting someone like… like super great and amazing.”

“You are super great and amazing.” He laughed, squeezing your hip and patting it gently.

“But-“

“Baby stop.” He said softly. “You’re gonna work yourself up all over nothin’. Please, just trust me okay? They’re gonna think you’re perfect.”

“Okay.” You sighed, standing back up and turning around to hug him tightly. “Alright. Let’s get ready then.”

“I’m ready.” He said gesturing to his tight grey crewneck and ripped black jeans. “All fancy and shit.”

“I wouldn’t say fancy, but I would say hot.” You grinned.

“Stop.” He chuckled, “should I go change? I can’t have you drooling over me at the dinner table with my parents.”

“No, no don’t change.” You shook your head with a giggle. “I can wait.”

“You can wait?” He gave you a devilishly toothy smile. “Wait for what darlin’? Does baby need some attention?”

He picked you up and sat you on the sink counter, giving your ass a firm squeeze. Immediately bringing one hand to your cheek, his thumb on your chin, he tilted your head to the side and hovered his lips just over your skin. Barely grazing the softness of his lips up the length of your neck to the dip beneath your ear. His free hand rubbing up and down your side, as he finally pressed a hot, open mouthed kiss to your sensitive flesh.

“My girl only waits when I say so.” He whispered, nipping your earlobe.

He nuzzled into your neck, bringing your ass to the edge of the sink with one arm, using the same hand to slip beneath your towel and travel up your abdomen. The towel fell from where it was tightly tucked at your chest, Anakin’s hand cupping your breast gently as he thumbed at your nipple.

His lips soldered to yours in a passionate caress of lips and tongues, you could taste the minty flavor of the gum he constantly chewed, the forever lingering ghost of cigarettes and the delicious savory flavor that was uniquely him.

He was so good at distracting you with his mouth on yours that he could get away with just about anything and you’d never know until it was too late. Just like now, when you heard his belt buckle clank against the bathroom tiles. You couldn’t help but smile, it was something so simple, but it was one of your favorite things.

The sound will forever be associated with every kiss, every touch, every gasp and breath he’d given you and every intimate moment to come. The jangle of his belt buckle coming loose meant falling apart in his arms, it meant love without saying it aloud.

Anakin snickered as he teased your opening with one finger, swirling it around the outside, never fully dipping inside.

“Greedy little pussy.” His deep bedroom voice never failed to conjure up a gush of slick to your already drenched cunt. “So fucking wet already.”

“Mhm.” You nodded, wiggling your hips closer to his hand or at least you tried to, Anakin held you firmly in place, tsking at your attempt.

“See? Greedy.” He chuckled but gave in anyway, finally pushing in one digit to twirl around your gummy walls while he pumped in and out slowly.

“Can’t help it.” You panted, breathing heavily despite the relief of getting what you wanted, you needed more. “Missed you Ani.”

“Oh poor thing, I missed you too.” He cooed, adding a second finger while he rolled his wrist as he thrusted his fingers deeper.

Just as you were about to speak again, the shrill sound of your phone alarm blared next to you on the counter top, making you both jump.

“Jesus! what the fuck.” He snorted, “pause baby.” He said as he reached over to turn it off and check the time.

“I’m so glad you set shit like that or else we’d never get anywhere on time.” He said with a smile. “Now, hop down and let me bend you over.”

“What we’re doing a quickie?” You teased as you did as requested, sliding off the sink and obediently bending at the waist for him.

“As much as I hate it, yes.” He sighed. “You know I like to take my time.”

He said as he rubbed his rough palm over the swell of your ass, tugging his boxers down with his other hand. He shoved his palm under your chin and tapped your cheek.

“Spit.” His voice was rough and gritty, like he he was straining, fighting not to ram himself into you right that very second.

You spit into his hand, earning a mumbled: “Atta girl.”

He slicked his cock with your saliva, stroking himself quickly with the head of his cock pressed to your entrance, pleasuring himself but just torturing you with the heat of his length.

“Ani!” You whined, pushing your hips back against him.

You’d done exactly what he wanted. The second you pushed back he rammed his cock deep inside your pulsing heat. He set a brutal pace, wrapping one arm around your chest. Your hands instinctively flew up to hold onto his muscled forearm, his grip tightened and you gasped in surprise.

“Christ Anakin.” You breathed out, your eyes wide with shock at this sudden change of pace.

He was a slow and sensual lover, he liked to take his sweet time and caress every curve and kiss every centimeter of flesh that he could reach. But this was completely different, this was pure hunger, hips snapping against your ass at a punishing pace.

His other arm came down your stomach and spread your pussy lips apart to press and pinch the little hard nub that would have you shaking beneath him.

The way he was breathing so heavily in your ear, the hot air fanning over your cheek, it only heightened the feeling. Sending goosebumps down your skin and perking up your nipples again. The sound of your wetness was loud enough to hear with each and every plunge of his cock.

“You like it like this baby?” He chuckled, “sounds like you like it.”

“Uh huh.” You nodded rapidly, gripping his arm tightly as a particularly sharp streak of lightning shot through you.

Your pussy clenched down around his cock and you closed your eyes to concentrate on the feeling the metal jewelry at the tip of his cock gave you as it stroked your insides roughly.

“Making such pretty noises,” he moaned, tilting your head back and to the side using your hair, to properly reach your mouth so he could ravage you with his tongue just as he was with his dick.

“C’mon baby, let me hear it.” He panted, sucking your lip between his teeth.

“That’s it, yeah there’s my girl.” He laughed, watching your eyes roll back until just the whites were visible. Your eyes fluttered shut as your cunt pulsed around him.

“Fuck… Fuck that’s- right there… please?” You whined, trapping his hand right where it was with your fingers digging into his wrist.

“Good manners.” He praised, licking along the length of your jaw. “Good manners baby, so proud.”

“Just like this huh?” He questioned teasingly, a smirk on his lips caught your attention in the foggy mirror. “You like the piercing don’t you baby? Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Fuck yeah.” You moaned, squeezing your eyes shut tight while you waited for him to push you over the edge. “L-love it. Don’t ever fucking take it out again.”

“Sure thing baby.” He snickered. “You ready sweetheart? Getting close aren’t you?”

“You can cum.” He said as you nodded, his forehead now resting on your shoulder as he drilled into you, rolling your clit between his finger and thumb.

The coil that had been wound tightly in your core snapped with his permission, a high pitched groan eeked out from between your gritted teeth, your cunt leaking down his shaft as he fucked you through the high.

“Lean down.” He said as he pulled out abruptly, leaving you gaping and gasping for breath.

“Perfect.” He groaned, one hand on your waist as you pressed your torso against the sink counter.

He stroked his cock wildly, his fingers digging into the plush of your waist, squeezing soothingly when his chin dropped to his chest and he stiffened up, holding his breath. All you could hear was the sound of his slick hand pumping his swollen length over your ass.

Until finally you felt the warm spurts of cum splatter on your skin, the viscous fluid dribbling down your lower spine until it slid over your ass hole.

“Fuck, that looks so damn pretty.” He breathed heavily, standing back to take in his art work.

“I should take a picture.” He whispered, kneeling behind you with a hand under each ass cheek, he licked up his own cum with a satisfied hum.

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Approximately an hour after Anakin defiled you in the steamy confines of your bathroom, you were walking hand in hand into one of the nicer restaurants on the outer circle of the city. Meeting his mother terrified you, his stepfather not so much. Anakin didn’t grow up with him, he wasn’t a staple of his childhood.

But his mother was. She was a single parent, worked so incredibly hard to provide for herself and her son. She made sure he had everything he needed and then some, she was truly a saint.

“Chill out.” Anakin whispered, squeezing your hand gently. “You’re okay.”

You nodded and silently let Anakin pull you along behind the host who was leading you to the table where his mother and stepdad waited for you both.

You laid eyes on his mother first and the smile that spread across your lips was genuine. As soon as you saw her your worries started to slip into the backseat of your mind. She exuded a calming atmosphere, she seemed so serene and unbothered. What you’d give to live life like that.

You could see where Anakin got his comforting nature from, especially as she stood up and extended her hand to you. The gentle smile and warmth in the crinkle of her eyes was enough to melt your heart.

“I’m Shmi.” She introduced herself in a soft tone, looking to her side where her husband sat. “This is Cliegg, Anakin’s stepfather.” He gave you a nod and warm smile after clapping Anakin on the back in an awkward side hug.

“It’s great to meet you guys!” You chirped, introducing yourself quickly.

“You too sweetie.” Shmi smiled, moving to envelope her son in a hug.

“Hey momma.” Anakin chuckled, squishing her shorter frame in a big bear hug. “Miss ya.”

“Missed you too hon.” She said quietly, patting his chest before returning to her seat.

She gave Anakin a little smile of approval when he pulled your chair out for you to slide into, you wanted to gush about how grateful you were that she’d raised him to be such a gentleman but you got the feeling that she already knew.

The four of you engaged in a bit of small talk while looking over the menu options, you refrained from even picking up the menu, getting an odd look from Cliegg who just chuckled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say ‘suit yourself’. The waiter returned with ice water for everyone and a bottle of wine for the table, getting ready to take orders with their pad and pen at the ready.

After Anakin’s mother and her husband ordered, Shmi looked at you expectantly but you just gave her a small smile as Anakin ordered for the both of you.

“Anakin.” She chided him after the waiter left. “She’s perfectly capable of speaking for herself.”

“I know she is.” He said firmly. “But she shouldn’t have to when I’m perfectly capable of doing it for her.”

“Shmi it’s okay really.” You laughed light, knocking Anakin’s foot with your own as a warning. “I prefer it honestly. I think it’s sweet.”

She gave you an odd look, her face was soft just as it had been the whole night so far, but her eyes conveyed something that you couldn’t quite place.

“Alright sweetie.” She conceded and nodded, the look passing over her eyes just as quickly as it appeared.

Anakin’s arm slid around your waist momentarily to offer some comfort, gently squeezing your hip and tapping his thumb rhythmically while he jumped straight back into the conversation he was having with his stepdad.

“So, Anakin’s told me quite a bit about you.” Shmi said warmly. “He said you’re a waitress and you’re taking classes at the college?”

“Yeah, that’s right.” You nodded happily. “The Bluebird Diner, it’s a real great place. Anakin’s a big fan of the butterscotch pie.” You smiled.

“The college… yes I’m taking classes. They’re all going well but I’m not set on a major yet and it’s getting to be the time that I decide.” You sucked in an anxious breath, giving her a nervous look.

“Well that’s perfectly fine.” She said, surprising you with her acceptance of your unplanned career. “I dropped out after my freshman year and didn’t complete my degree until Anakin was in highschool.” She explained.

“Oh really?” You raised an eyebrow, glancing at Anakin’s side profile while he spoke to his stepfather. “Do you mind if I ask why?”

“Why I dropped out?” She asked, leaning back in her chair. “Well it was for a few reasons. Mostly because it’s difficult to work, educate yourself and raise a child alone.”

“I can imagine it would be.” You agreed with a humored smile, expecting to be met with a similar expression by Shmi.

Though you weren’t, instead she had a strange sort of reminiscent look about her. Not the fuzzy feeling of nostalgic reminiscing, more of a moment of remembering something unpleasant.

“Yes.” She nodded, “Anakin didn’t make it any easier.”

“Oh…” you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion at her sudden shift in demeanor.

It seems she noticed your body language change and she quickly corrected herself by breaking out into a smile, sitting back up straighter in her seat.

“But what kid doesn’t?” She laughed lightly, reaching out to pat your hand affectionately.

“Right,” you nodded, chalking up her strange switch up as a mother remembering her rowdy son. It must be hard, seeing him grown up and finally bringing a girl to meet her.

“So how did you two meet?” Shmi asked, turning in her seat to face you fully, giving you her full attention. “Anakin said you’re neighbors?”

“Yeah! Yeah that’s how we met officially.” You nodded.

“Officially?”

“Well we found out after we’d talked a few times that we actually met at the bar he works at.” You explained, “he made a drink for me. I thought he looked like… semi-familiar, you know it’s hard to miss the tattoos.” You smiled.

“Oh that’s very true.” Shmi laughed. “Definitely stands out.”

“Yeah, so we officially met the day he was moving in across the hall from me.”

“Oh you’re telling her about move in day?” Anakin cut in with a big grin on his face.

“Mhm.” You nodded happily, gazing at him with a hint of adoration in your eyes. “Anakin had his stuff strewn out in the hallway and I knocked over a stack of his books.” You laughed and he squeezed your shoulder lightly.

“Yeah, then we chatted for a bit and she noticed a book of mine that she’d lost her copy of, so I gave it to her. That’s how I snatched her up.” He said proudly, gesturing to you with both hands like he was presenting a trophy.

“Huh, who knew you had a little romantic streak?” Cliegg laughed.

“Oh he definitely does!” You agreed eagerly.

“Well Anakin I have to say: I’m extremely impressed you’ve found such a lovely girl.” Shmi said softly, glancing at you with those warm eyes.

“Took you long enough.” His stepdad smacked his upper arm with the back of his hand with a deep laugh.

“Hey, I was holding out for the right one.” Anakin said with a satisfied smile. “I wanted my forever girl and I found her.”

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The rest of the night went smoothly, no hiccups, no awkward moments, nothing you’d worried about came to fruition. His mother was as sweet as could be and her husband definitely suited her well. All in all, you were happy to have had the opportunity to get to know them. You were proud to be the first girl worthy of meeting them and you were thrilled that they seemed to like you as much as you liked them.

“See? Told you.” Anakin whispered, walking beside you out of the restaurant.

“You were right.” You sighed. “Nothing to worry about.”

“I was what?” He fake gasped, one hand coming up to cover his mouth dramatically.

“You heard me and I’m not repeating it.” You giggled, bumping him with your shoulder.

“Good enough for me princess, I’ll take it.” He smiled, pulling you close and pressing a chaste kiss to your hair.

You said your goodbyes to Anakin’s parents just outside the entrance, a full, loving hug from Shmi and a ‘you’re great but we’re not there yet’ double hand squeeze on one of yours from his stepdad.

You’d just started walk to the car when Shmi called out to Anakin, causing you both to swivel around.

“Ani, sweetheart can you come talk for just a second?” She asked sweetly.

“Oh… yeah okay.” He nodded, handing you the car keys.

“I’ll go see what’s up baby.” He said with a soft tone, “go ahead to the car.”

You followed instructions and did exactly as he asked, climbing into the passenger seat of his car and starting it so you could listen to the radio while Anakin was gone. You didn’t think much of it, it was probably just a bit of an after dinner debrief.

Anakin jogged over to his mom and leaned against Cliegg’s truck while he climbed in, leaving just Shmi and Anakin to speak alone.

“Ani she’s a wonderful girl.” Shmi said, squeezing his arm gently.

“Yeah she is, she’s perfect isn’t she?” He gushed, his pupils widened at just the thought of you.

“Yes-“

“She’s just… everything. She’s everything to me.” He continued, picking up his mothers hand.

“Just w-“

“I mean I really believe she’s the one mom.” He squeezed her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles in an affectionate way. “Really I do, she’s perfect. I- I’m so glad you guys like her, I knew you would of course but she was just so nervous and-“

“Anakin!” Shmi said sternly, her voice quickly going back to a calm tone after getting his attention.

“Anakin, sweetie, I’m so glad you’ve found your person.” She started slowy, holding eye contact with her son’s intense gaze. “I’m proud of you, you know that don’t you?”

“Yeah of course-“

“I’m proud of you. You’re a good boy honey.” She said quietly, “she’s a sweet girl, she deserves the best.”

“Well yeah she does, of course she does and-“

“Are you being your best?” Shmi asked him, her voice turning hard, alittle sharp. “Swear to me, Anakin. Swear you are?”

“Yes mom.” He sighed as though he were expecting this conversation.

“Are you still taking your medicine? Seeing your doctor?” She asked worriedly.

“Really?” He scoffed. “Please, let’s just drop it. This was a good day, please don’t ruin it by worrying over nothing.”

“Are you though?”

“Yes!” He hissed, clenching his teeth tightly. “Yes I’m still seeing the doctor and taking the stupid pills, yes.”

“Good. Very good.” She breathed a sigh of relief at his compliance.

“Don’t ask me if she knows.” Anakin said sternly. “She doesn’t.”

“You can’t just keep that from her, she has a right to know Anakin!”

“It’s not the right time for that.” He raised his voice slightly. “She doesn’t need to know yet. I’ll tell her on my own terms.”

“But you can’t-“

“I said: I’ll tell her on my own terms.” He breathed deeply, keeping his temper in check. “Please mom, just… just be happy for me okay? I’m doing really good, I’m happy. Please just let me be happy.”

“Alright.” She sighed, nodding slowly. “You’re right. I’m sorry sweetie, I shouldn’t have questioned you like that.”

“It’s okay. I know you worry.” He mumbled, pulling her into a hug, his hand rubbing between her shoulder blades.

“I- I just so badly want you to be happy.” She said quietly. “I want you to be safe, happy, and loved. You deserve to be loved.”

“I am loved.” Anakin whispered, his voice rough, “You love me. Cliegg loves me. Owen probably loves me. I think she might love me too.”

“You think so?” She asked in a brighter tone.

“Yeah, I do.” He nodded, pulling back with a soft smile.

Diary Entry: August 18th

I love my mother, but she worries too much. Talking to me like I’m some child to be coddled and babysat. I don’t need her or anyone else to tell me what I should or shouldn’t do, especially when it comes to you, my little doe.

I know what’s best for you, for our relationship, and it’s my opinion that you don’t need to burden yourself with my past transgressions. I’m a changed man, what I did as a teenager, as a kid, has no reflection on who I am today.

Telling you about it is out of the question. At least for now… but, it’d probably be for the best to never, ever speak of it. I just don’t see the point in sharing something like that with you when it would cause your pretty little head to worry over something so irrelevant to the present.

Not to mention the stupid fucking doctor. It was ridiculous, asking me such a personal question when she knows very well that it upsets me when she interrogates me like that. It’s none of her business anymore, I’m not a child, I can take care of myself.

If anything, her questioning and distrust makes me want to do it even less just to prove that I can live without it.

I don’t need to see a fucking shrink if I’m taking the pills right? It’s overkill to do both. I don’t need to talk about my feelings, I don’t need to tell a stranger all about my past and the questionable things I’ve done. That’s why I have a journal and I think it suits me just fine.

Just another reason why I love you so much. You’ve helped me by getting me into writing stuff down instead of keeping it bottled up. You’re responsible for the thing that helps keep me from spiraling, you should be so proud of yourself, showing me this A+ coping skill.

It’s way better than: ‘Breathe in… breathe out… focus on your surroundings and count the things you can see and feel.’

Like what the hell is that? What’s that supposed to do? Distract me? Yeah right.

It can’t distract me from what’s going on in my head. Not when it’s so much all at once, all the time. It was exhausting to pretend that something like that was working for me. Journaling is so much better. So much easier.

It’s real and it’s tangible. I can flip through the pages and return to the good things, or I can skip over the bad stuff but take comfort in knowing that I was able to write it down.

So fuck the shrink, I’m not going back. I haven’t been in months and I’m doing perfectly fine.

Diary Entry: August 20th

I cannot for the life of me figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m grasping at straws here, trying to figure out how to handle the Ghost situation.

I can tell you’re getting annoyed.

How am I supposed to respond? I know it’s been days but I can’t bring myself to answer the texts, the notes, the questions shouted into your otherwise empty home.

Hopefully you’ll understand, though I acknowledge that you have every reason to be upset with me. I’m assuming you’re feeling some sort of betrayal after the letter… I hate that. I really hate it. But it’s unavoidable.

You responded extremely well to my offer and the opportunity for a choice. So I’ll just do that again. That sounds reasonable, I’ll give a bit of an explanation, little apology and then I’ll let you choose what happens next.

This is what happens when I don’t fully plan ahead. I fuck things up and then it’s just a gommed up mess.

Then the whole situation with my mother really threw me off. It just added another layer of ‘what the hell’ to my already high stack of self imposed problems.

I want to do something. I need to do something. I have shit to get off my chest.

Date

August 22nd

Finally, finally Ghost has gotten back in contact with you.

Now that the little grey envelope is sitting on your nightstand… you almost don’t want to open it. After all the silence on his end it’s impossible to guess what he has to say. Though as you’re convincing yourself not to open it, it’s found it’s way into your hand.

LETTER

Little Doe,

My absence was unexpected for you as well as myself, for that I apologize. I would go into detail if I could but unfortunately we both know that I can’t do that.

Let’s just say that my life got a bit complicated and I had to take a moment to iron things out. Now that everything is starched and pressed it’ll be back to business as usual.

While I was gone I took some time to consider your question as well. So I’ll match you with a question of my own.

I’ve been… stressed to say the very least. I don’t like to be destructive, I’m not that kind of guy. So I was wondering if you’d help me out, give me a bit of an alternative rage release?

Don’t lie, I know you’re curious. I know you want me just as badly as I want you. I bet you’re wet just reading this, aren’t you? I think it’s high time for you to be conscious enough to really enjoy everything I’m giving you. Don’t you agree?

I heard you like it rough. Is that true princess? I’ll give you rough, just say the word and I’ll make sure you’ve got marks that’ll last for weeks.

Next half of the question: here or elsewhere?

You sure do love to show off that little body of yours. I wonder if that would translate over into your sex life if you’d let it.

Your choice little doe.

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‘He did not just ask me that… did he?’

You stared at the letter in your hands, your mind going well over the speed limit on the road to rational thinking. It was tempting, oh so very tempting. He’s right of course, he always is, you are curious. You do want him, maybe even need him.

It’s obvious he’s more than capable of giving you what you needed, what you wanted. The man had you feigning for him for weeks with no relief, all from teasing you, all while you were unaware.

It would be… interesting to see for yourself in the waking world what he’s done to you in dreamland. It’s alright if it’s for research purposes isn’t it? Is it really cheating if you don’t know the person at all, his identity is a complete mystery; that should count for something right?

Just a smidgen of a mitigating factor would be enough to sway you to say yes.

“Hey.” You called out, waving your hand as if he were there with you and you were trying to get his attention. “You listening?”

*Ping* a text came through almost immediately: ‘Always.’

“You’re serious about this?” You asked, holding the stationary in one hand, gesturing to it with your other.

‘I’m always serious.’

“Right.” You sighed, pulling your legs up to sit cross-legged. “I don’t think this would be very kind of me to do. I just met Anakin’s mother, our relationship is getting serious.”

‘Congrats. What does that have to do with my need to fuck you?’

“Uh everything.” You scoffed. “That’s cheating. I don’t want to cheat on him!”

‘Defensive are we?’

“Yes,” you hissed, scrubbing your forehead with the palm of your hand, “very defensive for good reason.”

‘I admire your loyalty, but be honest with yourself little doe.’

“I am being honest! I don’t want to cheat on him!” You shouted back.

‘You didn’t say that you didn’t want me to fuck your though.’

“Christ.” You mumbled, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“I didn’t say that. You’re right.” You conceded.

‘Then it’s a yes?’

“Not necessarily.” You snapped, the true answer was right there, clawing away in the cage of your teeth.

‘So no then.’

“That’s not what I said.” You said hastily, alittle too eager to correct him.

‘I see.’

“What?” You scoffed, staring at the message that’d popped up.

Another followed, this time a voice message. You hesitated before pressing play, holding your phon up to your ear to hear it clearly. His gravely distorted voice washed over you in all its unholy temptation.

“Don’t worry little doe. I know just what you need.” He paused for a moment as if considering something, “It’s been a while since you’ve had a night out. Go have some fun, I’ll catch up with you.”

“Oh no. Absolutely not. You’re not knocking me out cold again.” You said angrily.

‘Of course not. I want you to be awake for this.’

“Then… then why do you want me to go to the bar?” You asked suspiciously.

‘Surprise :)’

“Fuck.” You muttered, rubbing your temples before picking up your phone to message Luke and Han, as well as your good friend from book club.

“Just to be perfectly clear: I’m not saying yes!” You said, looking around the room with a red tint to your cheeks.

‘Not a no either.’

You could practically hear his voice, that teasing tone you knew all too well. What an ass, a stupid sexy ass.

DATE

August 24th

“Oh look at you princess.” Anakin whistled wrapping his arms around your waist when you walked out of your bedroom in a sweet little pink dress.

“Pretty, pretty girl.” He mumbled and he nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath to smell the scent of your shampoo.

“Oh hush,” you giggled, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks. “can’t be saying stuff like that, you’re gonna get me all flustered.”

“What if I want you to be all flustered?” He chuckled, tipping your head back to capture your lips and invade your mouth with a gentle caress of his tongue.

“Mmm taste as good as you look baby.” He whispered, his words fanning over your bottom lip and straight down to your core.

“Anakin…” you whined, looking up at him and wishing for mercy.

“Shhh don’t whine.” He laughed, pinching your chin between his forefinger and thumb. “I’ll quit teasin’… for now.”

“But you do look gorgeous you know?” He said sincerely, very lightly touching your cheek so as not to mess up your makeup.

“Thank you Ani.” You said shyly, leaning up on your tip toes to kiss his nose.

“So what’s the plan again? Dinner at that one Thai place you like? Then you’re going to the bar?” He asked, leaning back against the kitchen counter, his hands resting on the countertop at his sides.

“Yep that’s the plan.” You nodded, checking your bag to ensure you had everything you needed.

“Call me when you get there? You’re walking aren’t you?” He asked, looking at you with a gaze of concern that warmed your heart.

“Yes I’m walking and yes I will call when I get to the restaurant and I’ll text when I’m leaving.” You promised, tossing your mini backpack over your shoulder and giving him a hug and soft kiss.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll see you at the bar.” He said in a low tone, smoothing out your hair as he held you close for a moment longer.

You left your home and Anakin behind, trotting down the steps to the city streets below. A walk would be good for you, plenty of time to think and plenty of time to clear your head of those thoughts before you reach your destination.

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Diary Entry: August 24th

I’m so excited. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited to do something for you.

I know it’s a bit presumptuous, but I think I know you fairly well and if you’re reading those nasty, raunchy books on your bookshelf… well I think it’s safe to say you might be interested in some of it for yourself right? You already think a man in a Ghostface mask with a knife is sexy.

I’m gonna give you what I think you like. I know I will love it. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time but I was always alittle too chicken to do it. Even before we started dating, before you knew about Ghost. It’s been a fantasy of mine that I’ve thought of way more often than I’ll ever admit.

But now I have your unspoken permission, well at least your non-denial of it. Which isn’t technically consent but who cares; it’s been so blurred between us already.

Honestly its super comforting the way that you so vehemently defend our relationship. I’ve never had someone go to bat for me like that before, it’s endearing. It makes me feel cared for, loved, needed.

I know it’s hypocritical, trust me I know that; but it does kind of get on my nerves as well. I want you to say yes and say it enthusiastically to Ghost. At the same time I want you to scream and kick and tell him to fuck off.

Being jealous of both sides of myself is frankly quite exhausting. I don’t know what I want other than you. I just want you. I want you to want both of me and you do, but that’s also a problem.

You think I’m two separate people and that makes me a tad worried.

The only comfort it brings me is that you aren’t enthusiastically saying yes. You’re denying the truth of course, we both know that. But you’re also keeping some loyalty to our relationship and for that I am so eternally grateful.

I love the way you love me even if you haven’t said it aloud just yet. You will soon.

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Your group of friends were gathered outside the restaurant, as the last one to arrive, you of course received a light dose of good natured insults and chiding.

“There she is!” Your best girl friend Sam yelled, pointing you out to Luke and Han as you walked up the sidewalk.

“Finally! I’m starving!” Luke sighed liked he’d been waiting hours, according to your phone you were still two minutes early.

“Shut up and let’s get some food.” You snorted, pushing him through the door and into the yummy little Thai place.

After getting settled into your cozy corner booth you placed your orders and slipping into the familiar routine of gossiping and story swapping.

“How did meeting the parents go?” Luke asked, propping his chin up on the heel of his hand, his fingers drumming along his cheek.

“It went so smooth and oh my god his mom is so sweet.” You said, leaning forward in your seat.

“I was so worried they wouldn’t like me, but I think they did. Anakin said they did, I mean they really seemed to at least.” You nodded.

“Oh I’m sure they loved you. You’re the perfect girl to bring home to the parents. You’re the whole package.” Sam smiled warmly.

“You’re too sweet, giving me way too much credit.” You sighed, your smile faltering slightly.

“Anyway… yeah his mom was great. I think she was just alittle worried you know? I’m the first girl he’s brought to meet them so I feel like there was a bit of worry there at the beginning.” You explained, talking with your hands.

“She was talking about him as a kid and she just looked so… sad I guess?” You sighed, trying to find a better word to describe it but came up short. “So I think maybe she was just sad about him growing up, finally finding someone he wants to be serious with.”

“That’s so sweet.” Sam said, squeezing your hand. “I didn’t realize you were the first girl he’d brought them.”

“Yeah,” you nodded proudly. “He said he was waiting for the right one.”

“Ew that’s so gross.” Luke gagged.

“Fuck off.” You tossed a good natured insult at him, rolling your eyes despite feeling an immense sense of accomplishment… maybe a hint of guilt there too.

After the meal was finished, you all walked together out of the restaurant and set out on foot toward The Cerulean. A leisurely pace was set by Han and Luke who were happily at the head of the group while you and Sam hung back just a few steps behind.

“So he’s gonna be here tonight?” Sam asked curiously.

“Oh, yeah but he’s working though.” You said.

“Wait really?” She asked in surprise. “That doesn’t bother you?”

“Why would that bother me? If anything it’s comforting.” You scoffed.

“Well he’s like… he’s just there you know? Not participating he’s just gonna be watching.” She made a displeased face.

“Trust me, I have no qualms with being… looked out for.” You smirked.

“So you don’t mind that he’s going to be watching you the whole night?”

“No, I don’t.” You shrugged, walking the through the door as Luke held it open for the two of you to enter.

You broke off from your friends in search of Anakin, you spotted him behind the bar, animatedly speaking with a coworker that you vaguely remember Anakin referring to as ‘Trev’.

It was like you had some sort of homing beacon, Anakin immediately whipped his head toward you and beckoned you over with two fingers. He trotted around the bar to meet you halfway, sliding his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest, pressing his lips to the top of your head.

“How was dinner, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice low and smooth.

“It was good!” You chirped, squeezing him tightly again before he let you go. “Told them allllll about meeting your parents.”

“Good things only I hope?” He laughed.

“Of course. Good things only, always.” You nodded with a big smile.

“It’s not nearly as busy in here as usual.” You observed, scanning the large space and noticing a much lower head count than the times you’ve been here before.

“Oh I know,” Anakin nodded, “there’s some kind of opening anniversary for a pub downtown. Free beer or something like that.” He shrugged.

“Huh, well I’ll have to tell Han.” You said.

“Mhm yeah I’m sure he’d enjoy it.” He agreed, “you going too?”

“No, I’m going home when I leave here.” You shook your head.

“Alright baby, listen, I gotta go back.” He nodded toward the bar. “You know where to find me.”

With that he gave you a chaste kiss to the forehead and quickly walked back behind the counter, stealing a drink order right from under Trevor’s nose as he slid in front of him, you heard him snicker and the *thwap* of a towel snapping against his leg in retaliation as you walked back to your friends.

You spotted them off to the corner, Sam speaking with a shorter man you’d never seen before. You snuck behind her with a cheeky grin and tugged a lock of her hair gently as you passed by, she was unfazed, simply giving you a pink cheeked smile.

“Hey Han,” you called out to get his attention as you drew closer, his head following the sound until he saw you. “You know there’s a bar even going on downtown tonight?” You asked, coming to a stop just in front of him.

“Yeah, it’s at The Drunken Horseman.” He nodded, “I think a few of the guys were headed out there actually. Free beer.”

“W-well why didn’t you go?” You asked in confusion, knowing he wouldn’t have just passed it up for no reason.

“Cause a little lady I know likes it better here.” He grinned, tapping your forehead with his pointer finger.

“Aw, you didn’t have to do that Han.” You said, feeling a bit guilty. “You should’ve said something!”

“Whoa, don’t get all riled up. I don’t mind it at all.” He reassured you. “I can still do plenty of people watching from right here.” He said, knocking his knuckles against the table top he leaned against.

He waved his hand over to the left, your eyes following the gesture until your gaze was met with a younger guy, unapologetically and unsuccessfully trying to speak to a group of girls despite being seemingly incredibly wasted.

“I guess that’s true.” You laughed lightly, the pull of guilt still tugging at your guts.

“Listen, after we’re done here you should go!” You encouraged, “I don’t want to be the reason you don’t get to do something that you wanna do.”

“Babes it’s no big deal.” Luke said, popping out from his seat behind Han’s massive frame. “I think we planned on skipping out a bit early to do exactly that.”

“Really?” You sighed in relief. “Good, I’m glad.”

“We did?” Han asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Uh yes, we had a whole conversation about this yesterday you oaf.” Luke scoffed.

“Oaf?” Han let out a loud, bellowing laugh at Luke’s poor attempt at an insult, making a little smile creep up the corner of your lips as well.

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You decided collectively to call it a night just a little before 11:00pm so that Luke and Han could still catch Han’s group of friends at The Drunken Horseman. You said your goodbyes to them at the door and turned to face Sam after watching them leave.

“Are you positive you’re okay with walking home alone?” She asked you worriedly, “like absolutely positive?”

“Yes, I’m absolutely positive.” You said with an appreciative smile. “I’ll be fine. I’ll text you when I get home.”

“Okay.” She nodded, satisfied with your answer.

“You better do the same.” You said, catching her arm as she started to leave with the man she’d been chatting with all night.

“I will,” she signaled for him to wait while she got up close to whisper to you, “I looked him up when I went to the bathroom earlier. Arrest records and everything.”

“Good.” You grinned. “Have fun then.”

You spun on your heel to find Anakin and tell him goodbye, heading straight to the bar and catching him in another conversation. This time with a female patron that you’d seen before.

“I don’t understand.” She scoffed.

“What don’t you understand?” He scowled.

“I just don’t get why you’re mean to me!” She huffed. “I come in here all the time and I’m always nice to you, yet you’re an ass every time I speak to you!”

“Then stop speaking to me.” He said flatly, pretending to inspect a glass that he was drying.

“I should report you to management.”

“Please do.” Anakin shot back.

“They’ll fire you, for being rude to customers.” She threatened, crossing her arms.

“They’ll ban you, for harassing employees.” He snorted.

“God. You’re ridiculous, I asked you out one time-“

“Yeah and it was one time too many.” He snapped at her.

“I have a beautiful, wonderful, amazing girlfriend.” He said sternly. “She is my everything and you, are nothing.”

“Like she’s-“

“Listen. Even if I didn’t have a girlfriend I wouldn’t go after a whore with loud ass mouth like you.” He snarled. “Leave. I’m banning you myself.”

“You can’t do that!” She yelled

“He can’t do what?” His coworker Trevor came over quickly after hearing her shout at Anakin.

“He- he’s trying to ban me.” She said angrily.

“What did you do?” Trevor asked the girl and looked over at Anakin.

“Nothing! I was just trying to order a drink and he called me a whore!”

“I did call her a whore.” Anakin willingly admitted with zero remorse.

“Wait is this the one?” Trevor asked.

“Yeah, she’s been bugging me, Jason and Stevie for the last few weeks. Comes in every now and again and won’t take a fucking hint from any of us.” Anakin grunted as he glanced over at her.

“That’s not true I w-“

“Nope. That’s enough.” Trevor said, obviously irritated, he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of her.

“Hey you can’t do that!” She shouted trying to grab his phone.

“You’re going on the wall honey.” He said, thumbing over his shoulder at a cork board of banned patrons.

“You’re serious?” She scoffed, “you can’t be serious.”

“Deadly. Now get out.” Trevor barked, following her angry path across the bar to ensure that she did in fact leave.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you realized you’d been standing there with your mouth open as he tapped the underside of your chin.

“Anakin you didn’t tell me it was that bad.” You said, eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him, now standing in front of you.

“Ah.” He grumbled.

“I didn’t want to worry you sweetheart.” He said softly, taking both your hands in his. “She’s not coming back now so nothin’ to worry yourself over.” He said with a reassuring smile.

“That’s just awful though. She was doing that to three of you?” You asked in disgust.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “Doesn’t happen often. Usually it’s April and Jess who get the creeps but every now and again there’s a girl who does it.”

“How much did you hear baby?” He asked, pushing hair from your face and holding your cheek.

“Just the tail end of it.” You lied.

“You know I’d never even entertain something like that don’t you, princess?” He asked, lines of worry etching into his forehead, “Never, I’d never even breathe in the direction of another woman.”

“I know.” You said with a small smile, you were being truthful. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind about his faithfulness, especially now after witnessing him tear into a girl over it.

“I know I have nothing to worry about.” You said, giving his hands a squeeze.

You might not, but Anakin does. Anakin does have to worry about your faithfulness whether he knows it or not; there’s a Ghost haunting every corner of your life that has no plans on leaving anytime soon.

“Good.” He said with a warm smile, pulling you into a hug. “Are you leaving?” He asked, pulling g back slightly.

“Yeah I’m headed home now.” You nodded.

“Alright pretty girl.” He said, kissing your forehead. “Be good. I’ll see you tomorrow. Text me when you get home?”

“Of course.” You nodded with a big smile that faded as soon as you turned around to leave.

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“I saw your girl leaving, you headed out now?” Trevor asked Anakin as he was untying his apron.

“Yep, I’m leaving too.” Anakin nodded, folding the apron and tucking it under the counter. “Unless you need me to stay?”

“Thanks for coming in to help out man.” Trevor said, clapping him on the back. “We got it from here.”

“No problem, you know I don’t mind.” Anakin said, grabbing his wallet and keys. “See ya.”

Anakin left hastily stopping at his car in the back parking lot to grab his essentials. He checked his phone and saw that you’d made an unexpected stop at the little corner store for what he assumed was a snack.

“Perfect.” He grinned, tossing his hoodie over his head and switching out his shoes.

He tucked his mask under his arm and hopped into his car, parking it up the road a bit closer to where you were, just to get it out of his work parking lot. He jumped out, locked it and slipped into the nearest alley. He grumbled but hopped the fence at the end and continued down until he hit the opposite street, running parallel to the one you’d be taking.

“One… two… three… four… there.” He mumbled to himself as he passed by alleys between buildings until he found the one he was looking for.

This particular place was perfect for his purposes, no cameras, no foot traffic, no dumpster, a brick wall on one end and a recessed entrance to the building on the left. A building that was currently up for lease, leaving it tenant free. He scaled the short brick wall on his side of the alley, using the dumpster there as a boost.

Anakin’s sneakers hit the pavement with a satisfying noise when he dropped down from above. He tugged on his gloves and mask, hitting the side button on the voice box while he walked up the alleyway, his phone in his hand.

Your little blue dot was quickly approaching and his adrenaline was running high. His body practically vibrating in anticipation of what he was about to do, with your footsteps in audible range he tucked his phone away and bunched up a black handkerchief in the palm of his leather glove.

Your long shadow came into view, the lamppost casting it down on the side walk below. It shortened with each step you took. Seeing no shadow behind you, no other footsteps, Anakin knew it was safe to enact his plan.

The very second you came into view he lunged forward, clapping his hand with the bandanna in it over your mouth. Instinctively you parted your lips to scream, allowing him to shove the fabric in your mouth as he dragged you by waist and under your arms as you kicked and thrashed.

Part Eleven

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Halloween with the Ohana | H.C |

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Happy Halloween, besties! Please be safe and have a great night! 🎃

Hangman, Phoenix, and Austin decorated the inside and outside of the house for Halloween. While you, Bradley, the boys, and Leia were passed out in your bedroom.

They were all already in their costumes. Austin was Buzz Lightyear, Phoenix was Jessie, and Hangman was Woody. 

Hangman and Austin set up the front yard with webs, spiders, signs, skeletons, ghosts, and pumpkins. The arch way leading into the house was cute and fun for the trick or treaters that would come later on.

Phoenix was hard at work decorating the inside to surprise all of you for when you woke up. 

She decorated the kitchen counters with webs and skeletons. She hung spider webs, spiders and ghosts from the ceiling. She bought an illuminating globe to shine little pumpkins and ghosts on the walls. 

Hangman and Austin joined Phoenix back inside to help with desserts and games. 

Austin created a festive snack board and some worms in dirt cups for the kids.

Hangman made spooky Jell-O shots for the adults and spooky punch for the kiddies.

Phoenix blew up black balloons and put spider webbing on them to decorate the house some more. 

After Austin and Hangman finished their contributions to the party, they got together and came up with games. The created the zombie eyeball toss, pumpkin ring toss, and they set up some toilet paper for a mummy game. 

You and Bradley finally woke up and got ready for the day. You all had a family theme, Star Wars. 

You dressed as Padme, Bradley dressed as Anakin. Bradley got Leia up and got her ready. After she was ready, you and Bradley got the boys ready while Leia got Gunner ready. 

Leia was Princess Leia. Luke was dressed as Luke, baby Bradley was dressed as BB-8, and Gunner was dressed as Chewbacca. 

Leia jumped around your room in her costume. “Momma I am so excited for trick-or-treating! Can Lukey bear and Braddie come with me?” She smiled up at you as she held onto your legs. You kissed her head. “Of course, my Leia!”

Bradley carried both of the boys down stairs while you, Leia, and Gunner trialed behind. 

“WOAH!!” Leia screamed as she saw how the down stairs was decorated. She ran over to Phoenix, Hangman, and Austin giving them all hugs.

Bradley looked around at all the decor. “Damn, you guys really out did yourselves! Are we having a party?” 

“Uh, duh, Bradshaw. We have to keep the tradition up.” Hangman laughed as he showed Leia around. 

The doorbell rang and Austin went to get it. In came Phantom, dressed as Mr. Incredible, Evelyn as Elasta-girl, Kamalani as Violet, and Kaia as Dash. 

Evelyn brought over some more goodies for the party. She made pretzel witch fingers and strawberry ghosts. 

Leia screamed as the girls came through the door. “YAY! We all get to go out together!”

As the night went on more of the pilots from work started to show up for the Halloween party. Everyone was enjoying themselves. You, Bradley, Austin, Phoenix, and Hangman brought all the kids out for trick-or-treating.

You and Bradley watched on excitedly as Leia went up to every house with three pumpkins. One for her, one for Luke, and one for baby Bradley. 

“Momma! Braddie and Lukey Bears pumpkins are full!” She ran over to you and Bradley with candy falling from their pumpkins. 

Bradley took the pumpkins and started to eat the candy from them. You slapped his arm. “What babe? They’re not old enough to eat it yet. We can’t let it go to waste?” He started to laugh.

You all made it back home to out the boys down for a nap. You all rejoined the party.

You and Bradley played some of the games and mingled with your friends.

Hangman and Austin stole Bradley for a game. Everyone made teams of three. There were 6 teams. One team member was going to be a mummy while the other two team members wrapped the one in toilet paper.

Everyone had 45 seconds to make a mummy.

Once the timer started Bradley stood still as Austin and Hangman ran around him with toilet paper.

“WHY DID WE PICK THE BIGGEST DUDE TO BE THE MUMMY?” Hangman yelled as he ran around Bradley.

“You’re the one who wanted him to be it!” Austin yelled as he sprinted in circles around Bradley.

”SHUT UP AND HURRY UP, GUYS!” Bradley yelled at the both of them.

You and Phoenix laughed as you kept track of the time. “10 Seconds!” Phoenix yelled.

“SHIT!” Hangman panicked. “SHUT UP, SERESIN. THERE ARE CHILDREN HERE!” Bradley yelled at him.

“STOP!!” Phoenix yelled. You and her went and judged the mummies. Everyone was covered completely, but Bradley. He still had a human head and his arms were ripping out of the toilet paper.

“Well I know who is getting last place.” Phoenix laughed.

Bradley looked at the guys annoyed, “You guys suck!” He started to laugh. “Now take this TP off of me and re-roll it. I am not wasting this.”

The party went on and you all danced together to the Halloween playlist.

When everyone left, you, Phoenix, and Austin started to clean up the house. You didn’t know where Bradley, Hangman, and Leia were.

The three of you finally found them, Bradley and Hangman passed out under a table with Leia and candy wrappers everywhere.

You placed a kiss on Bradley and Leia’s head. “Like father, Like Daughter. Happy Halloween, Party Animals.”

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Happy Halloween, my friends! I am sorry I haven’t been posting! And I am really sorry if this sucked 😭 I have been away for a mental health clinic and I have been so drained mentally, physically, and emotionally. I promise to be posting more soon for HLG! Thank you for being here and I love you all so much! Be safe and ALWAYS CHECK YOUR CANDY!! 👻🎃❤️

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Here's my random ramblings:

It was a beautiful day on Courscant. All the days on the upper levels were beautiful thanks to artificially generated weather patterns. That’s what happened when you let a city engulf an entire planet—it could no longer function without help. Noa Paxryl put the thought from her mind as she hurried out of the hangar with her young, yet still taller, apprentice in tow. The ceremony was due to start at any time and the travel time had taken longer than expected. Nandia chatted excitedly, their way of letting off excess energy when happy. It made Noa smile and give the occasional sincere reply when needed. Yes, they were Master and Padawan, but that did not mean their relationship was sterile. As time went on, Noa had realized that for the pair of them, it was more like a parent and child.

It was likely helped along by Noa’s belief that they were not only responsible for training the next generation of Jedi, but also for their emotional and mental wellbeing on top of it all. Nandia had been all of eleven when they’d braided strands of hair into the traditional padawan braid. Now she was fourteen and hitting a growth spurt—meaning she’d need to get another new set of robes while they were here…

Of course, the atmosphere in the Temple was tense. This was a hasty knighting ceremony with far less pomp and circumstance than her own had been. Then again, Obi Wan Kenobi had been knighted with great haste as well. Like Master, like Apprentice.

Though at least Obi Wan’s knighting hadn’t been during wartime. The Republic was newly at war with the ever growing Separatist faction and there was no time to give the new Knight the ceremony (and after party) he deserved. All the more reason for Noa to be there.

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The ceremony had been brief, yet poignant. There was polite applause, Noa’s cheer was echoed only by the vaulted ceiling and most likely Quinlan Vos somewhere near the back. It made her smile, they’d need that sense of good humor in the months to come. War, historically, was rarely short.

“Come on, Master. Lets congratulate Anakin properly.” Nandia was already politely, excitedly, excusing her way through the crowd, with Noa following at their own pace. She’d known him since he was nine, overwhelmed, and afraid of what the day might bring. It was purely understandable, he’d been a normal boy not even a week beforehand. Just as Obi Wan had been a Padawn just days before. Two people thrown together by the Force, trying to navigate life without their mentor.

“...Am I dangerous?”

“Anakin… Everything you’re feeling is what any perfectly normal boy would feel. But people with our abilities—with your potential—must have higher standards. We have to learn how to control our emotions… For the good of all. No, you’re not dangerous. You’re special.”

Noa had skimmed the memory off him when the boy had offered his hand for a shake, pleased to meet another Jedi. Qui Gon Jinn was a good Jedi and a better man. His loss was felt across the order, though not nearly so acutely as between those two. She had repeated the memory to him when he was ready to learn of it—it had taken only two short years.

“And so the Padawan becomes the Knight. Congratulations, Ani.” Noa smiled at him, beaming at this tall young man who had been through so much in such a short span of time. He had been an unready pupil for an unready mentor and the pair bickered like brothers. Seeing them both made her heart warm. “Come here, lean down so I can hug you properly.” And he did so, but there was a delicate tension in him. All Noa could do was give him a good squeeze, the kind he’d said reminded him of an auntie on Tattooine. She’d taken it as a compliment. Into his mind, she’d whisper ‘talk later?”. She didn’t get a reply, not that it was ever a requirement. If he wanted to talk, he would. She’d made sure both him and Obi Wan could contact her whenever necessary and it had been said, mostly jokingly, that Anakin was the Padawan of two Masters. Noa couldn’t entirely disagree either, not that she wanted to.

Letting him go, Nandia began to chat to the newly minted Knight—by the stars, that girl was getting tall. Another year or so and she’d be looking Anakin in the eye if she kept it up.

That left Noa on her own, hands wound comfortably in her robes as congratulations were given to both Obi Wan and Anakin—though it didn’t take very long before her old friend finally came to see her. It was her turn to get hugged properly. A proper back popping hug she readily returned.

“Thank you so much for coming. I wasn’t sure you’d make it.”

“I wasn’t either, getting back onto the planet with all the new security measures almost made us miss it.” The mere mention darkened the mood just a touch, a reminder of what lay before them all once this bright moment had ended. Honestly, they were grateful when the protocol droid came by with a tray of drinks. It helped the moment pass.

“I’m proud of both of you. There were times when I wasn’t certain either of you would make it.”

“Qui Gon would have been a better teacher—” “Only because he had more experience. Plus, he was a father figure to you both. That set a very stern tone from the beginning. Then you had only a few short years before Anakin went raging into puberty.”

“And I am very grateful you were kind enough to partner with us when you were able.” “Grateful to the council for the time I was able to do it. I had more experience as a Knight, they thought the extra hand would be good for him.”

Left unspoken was the hard truth: Anakin Skywalker was the chosen one, the one being prophecized to bring balance to the Force. It was a tall order, especially for someone who started so late. Noa and their siblings had been taken to the Temple by the tender age of three—they were forever grateful that they were afforded their cultural differences and raised with a Lorrdian flare. Anakin never got to know his peers and they would never get to know him. Not as children trading foods in the mess hall, not talking about what Masters and Knights were due at the temple to observe the Initiates, not going to Ilum with his friends and peers to face whatever the crystal cave had in store for them as they began to craft their lightsabers.

Those were treasured memories for each Jedi in existence.

Except for him.

Maybe it was Noa’s extra empathy that had helped him along… And making sure Obi Wan didn’t turn into a stern mentor in the shape of a marble monolith.

“It turns out they were right. This is as much your moment as it is mine.” Noa smiled and sipped their drink.

“Think we have time to sneak him out to Dex’s for dinner and stories?” Obi Wan just smiled, knowing full well they’d be leaving the Temple late and returning even later.

[megs-98]

10 characters

big thanks to @justporo and @tavdraws for the tag! :)

rules: pick 10 characters from 10 fandoms and tag 10 people

not gonna lie, these descriptions will probably be pretty short but just know i love all of these characters with my whole chest

1: gonna follow the lead and put astarion first because this pixelated man as truly changed my life for the better. he got me back into gaming, back on tumblr, and introduced me to the most incredible people i've ever met

2: bob belcher- i am him, he is me, we are one. bob's burgers is my go to comfort show and i just love bob so much. he's such a loving husband, father, and friend. so unproblematic, ugh i just love him

3: trevor belmont- this man had me hooked, he's so funny, stubborn, and skilled. i don't know much about castlevania other than what i've seen in the show and i loved him the minute i saw him

4: padme amidala- i absolutely loved natalie portman's portyal of padme. the prequel series really left a mark on my childhood and i still love watching them. she's just such a badass character, her and anakin should have been at the club

5: pike trickfoot- while i love the whole vox machina crew, i have loved watching pike's journey throughout the show (i really need to watch the campaign too) but this show and character deepened my interest in dnd and is just so fun to watch

6: dean winchester- i mean, what more can i say.. this man still has a grip on me after i first saw him for the first time when i was in middle school. seeing his complexities, his love for sammie, cas, and bobby is so heartwarming. just give this man a hug please

7: billy butcher- out of all the morally grey characters i love, butcher is in the top 3 for sure. the boys is such an incredible show and i love the antihero/vigilantly take that eric kripke took and expanded on. butcher has been through so much, is still going through so much, and i just love watching as his character evolves

8: inuyasha- this is the first anime i ever watched, back when you hoped to god all the episodes with subtitles could be found on youtube or else you had to scour the internet looking for a website that would actually worked. his bond with kagome, the sassiness, just everything about him kept me watching the show

9: coraline jones- i have loved this movie from the first time i watched it, i desperately need to read the book. it's just such a fun watch and coraline is such a strong, independent girl who stands up for herself and what's right. easily one of my favorite movies

10: dennis rafkin- 13 ghosts was one of my favorite movies growing up. mans is so stressed the whole time trying to help arthur and his family get out of that damn house, i love him (really any matthew lillard character)

i'm tagging @sighmurderbot @thatfreshi @vicsplinters @rosyangel95 @starbuds-and-rosedust @kentuckynm @bloodlessbhaalbabe @smaranshakthi @novarunestone @minibabymel (apologies if you've been tagged already or have already done this :) ) no pressure to participate, only if you want too! <3

[yallfavblkgirl]

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞!

𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➜ death but none.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐍, you sat in your bed with your knees to your chin. you couldn’t stop thinking about what that man said to you, ‘will meet again princess’ for some reason you wanted to believe that it was all a dream… that your whole life was a big old dream.

you heard a knock at your door, it was one of the maids. “come in.” you said as she opened the door, “princess, some mail has come for you.” you jumped out of bed as soon as you heard so you ran downstairs and another maid handed you a letter with no name on it but yours stood there looking back at you.

you opened the letter and let your eyes scan the words, but your eyes stopped at the words LOVE ALLYMAN, you immediately gasped making the maids look at you. you fixed your face as you stood up straight, “please run me a bath.” you said and ran to start the bath.

“my princess, i wish to see you again…i mean i’m afraid that i’ll never see you again because you are a woman and i’m nothing but a little boy. but please come home i want to see you again.” you whispered the words of the letter to yourself and confusion fell on your face. “home?” you asked yourself and you closed the letter and put it in your rope pocket.

“what’s that?” kylo asked you and you just shrugged, “it’s- a thank you letter! from my dearest friend in the west kingdom!” you said with a smile earning nothing but a nod from him as he sat on another end of the table.

“our wedding is in a few days, i hope you are doing well.” kylo said as he sipped his tea. “well i’m fine but i have to go now.” you said and got up, you felt kylo hug you from behind and kiss your neck. “i wasn’t going to hit you that day my love,” he whispered in your ears.

the words burned your heart because he was a lot like your father and you didn’t want to become your mother. “as i told you, i have to go.” you said and ran to your room.

you put a black dress on, and you slowly walked out into the garden and saw that all your dad’s flowers were back in the garden…your eyes widened because your dad’s flowers died when you ripped them out 5 years ago.

“hey!” you looked to see king han looking back at you, “king han.” you whispered as you rested your body. “what is this?” you whispered to him as you walked closer to him, king han smiled but you weren’t smiling because when you ripped them out the ground…you wanted them gone.

“i asked the maids to plant them because your father loved them.” your fingers started shaking but not an of fear but out of rage as you went up to touch them. you looked back at him as he kept talking about the flowers, your rage grew even more.

“I HATE HIM! I HATE MY FATHER AND HE’S DEAD! WHO CARES ABOUT THESE STUPID FUCKING FLOWERS THAT DON'T MEAN ANYTHING ANYMORE?!” you screamed and you walked away from the garden but stopped.

“king han,” king han looked at you, “i want these flowers gone when i get back. if i’m gonna be queen in a few days i don’t want these…to ruin my kingdom,” you ordered. you walked into the woods as you headed to town with your hood on.

when you made it into town there was barely anyone in town, you looked at all the houses when all of sudden you pulled into the ally. “hello my sweetheart.” you smiled when you saw him, “ally boy! you’re very bold saying how we just met yesterday.” you smirked as you walked out of the ally.

“oh my princess i have to be, the pain of knowing that you rejected me would be unbearable.” ally boy spoke as he followed you, “you got a name ally boy?” you asked as you kept walking. “yes,” he spoke and you looked at him, you waited for his answer.

“anakin…anakin skywalker.”

you smiled at anakin, walked up to him, and continued to smile. “nice to finally meet you, anakin skywalker.” you said hearing your voice say his name made him feel feelings he never felt before. “my princess, can i ask your name?” anakin asked as you and his lips touching,

“y/n…y/n rose.” you said softly as he pulled you by your waist, he was about to kiss you but stopped when he heard a man on a white horse, “KING HAN HAS BEEN KILLED!” you looked to see it was obi wan, “AND THE PRINCESS IS NOWHERE TO BE FOUND! KING KYLO HAS ASK THAT YOU LOOK FOR HER!” he said as the other knights started looking for you.

“king?” you whispered to yourself, “princess i would love to stay but i think we need to go.” anakin said as he took your hand and started running away.

𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝!

[fionajames]

Hey Jamie! I’m back again. How’s your dad doing? I hope he’s better.

So, these past few days I’ve been sick and today it’s even worse. So…. Naturally, I though it could be inspiration??

Request: May I please request (your choice of characters) someone getting sick (a cold or something?) and being taken care of by either their sibling figure or significant other?

If this is too much to ask, write whatever you want. Sincerely, your dear follower, Sha 🫡

unrequited love - my oc

Hey, Sha! I'm back too. My dad is doing better, but still ill. Thank you.

You know the funny thing about this is that now, I'm sick. Like, yeah. Me too gurl. Hope your better now!!!

I love this idea, especially since it gave me the opportunity to use an idea I'd been toying with in my mind.

So instead of getting the fluff your probably expecting, grab a cup of tea, a fluffy blanket and a sleepy kitten because here is my angst.

Xi wrapped his arms around himself as he sneezed again, rocking back and forth in place. He tugged the thin sheet of the Medbay bed up again, burying his face in his arms with an annoyed - and adorable - groan.

Beside him, Anakin - the only other person in the Medbay at that moment - laughed at his frustration. Xi was sick - not very sick, but enough to be forced out of the barracks. Anakin was injured - not very injured, but enough to be forced into the Medbay.

“I didn’t Clones sounded like that when they sneezed,” he teased with a grin and the Trooper blushed, thankful for his already sickly flustered state that covered it up.

“I didn’t know Jedi were so stubborn,” he shot back weakly, reminding the General of how Kix had resorted to literally stunning him to make him go to Medbay. Anakin snorted.

“It’s really not that bad,” he scoffed and Xi raised an eyebrow suspiciously, staring at the gash on his General’s arm. Well, at least at the bandage covering the gash. “You look like you need a hug,” Anakin deadpanned and Xi froze. Surprise shot up his spine. 

“Oh really?” He sassed, not knowing what else to say. Xi reached a hand up to tug on his hair, playing with it anxiously as he fidgeted. 

“Yeah,” Anakin observed, tilting his head, his hair falling over his eyes. Xi watched in awe at the careless beauty of his General. “Are you alright, Xi?”

‘No!’ Xi wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and sob about his unreciprocated love to this boy and he wanted to punch himself in the head until he knocked the emotions out. He wanted to flee and hide, he wanted out, but he couldn’t have it. “Of course, General,” he told him with a playful smirkish grin. An expression that covered his face in fakeness. 

“I’m going to give you a hug,” Anakin decided firmly, crawling out of bed and moving to Xi's side. Xi tried to hide his trembles as he bit his lip, bending his head and hiding his face as Anakin's arms wrapped around him. "Better?" Anakin asked, pulling away with a grin. 

Xi nodded, unable to move as he used all of his strength to hide his glossy eyes. 

Anakin didn't notice. 

"Okay, good!" The General told him. "I'm going to find Kix so he can discharge me." Xi nodded wordlessly and watched the brunette leave the room, the door closing behind him. 

Xi's lip trembled as he dug his nails into his palms. Crystal-like tears dropped from his eyes, rolling down his cheeks. 

The love-sick Clone and his oblivious General, who would never hold the same feelings he did.

Nothing hurt more than this.

Hope you enjoyed!!!!!!!

I'm in a similar situation to Xi rn except I've told the person I like and they hate me and think I'm attention-seeking so yay. *dabs sadly*

Have a good day/night!!!

[alright-anakin]

A Conversation, Long Overdue - Mace Windu Appreciation Day

I have struggled to appreciate Mace Windu as a character. This was because I had the impression that he didn’t like Anakin at all. Over watching The Clone Wars though, I realized that he is actually a really interesting character. I felt inspired to write this for #MaceWinduAppreciationDay!

This might appear in my fic The Will of the Force. We’ll see...

But I wrote it carefully so it can stand alone.

…

A Conversation, Long Overdue

“Skywalker, I wanted to speak with you.” The younger man stopped and slowly turned around. He looked wary. Mace internally sighed. What had he done to earn Skywalker’s distrust? Nonetheless, Skywalker came to stand before him. “Walk with me.”

“Of course Master,” Skywalker said quietly. He fell into step beside Mace, though he looked as though he was being led to the gallows. They walked in silence for a few moments. Mace tried to figure out exactly how to talk to him. In all honesty, he didn’t know Skywalker that well. He had gone on a few missions with him, including the one where they spent quality time together trapped, and thus, had plenty of time to talk. But he never really understood who Anakin Skywalker was, that is, until today.

Mace needed to start talking. He could sense Skywalker’s growing unease. But he didn’t know what to say. All he knew was that he needed to break this tension that had seemed to be there from the start, when Skywalker first arrived with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. The silence stretched on for about another minute. “You don’t approve.” The words were spoken quietly. Somehow simultaneously defiant, yet dejected. Mace stopped walking in surprise. But Skywalker, who was staring resolutely at the floor, hadn’t stopped. Mace took a few longer strides to catch up. Skywalker’s assumption had surprised him. Did the younger Jedi really think that? But this was as good a place as any to start.

“Actually, I don’t have an issue with this.” He stated. “I don’t think I could even say I’m surprised. Maybe surprised that we didn’t know.” Now Skywalker stopped walking. He lifted his head slowly to stare at Mace, his jaw dropping in obvious shock. He closed his mouth, opened it, and closed it again. When he spoke, his voice was laced with disbelief.

“But you—you’ve always disapproved of me.” Dejection was clear in Skywalker’s eyes, and a cloud of bitterness hovered. Mace felt his chest tighten. “I was always ‘too emotional, too attached, too clingy’.” Skywalker’s mouth twisted into a bitter grimace. “I was a—a disappointment.” Mace’s mouth opened slightly in shock. He stared at Skywalker in silence for maybe too long.

Is that what he thinks I see when I look at him? Mace thought. A dissapointment? Somewhere along the line, he messed up. Majorly. He cared about each and every Jedi. He did make an effort to not let his care for them cloud his judgment, and maybe his determination to keep that distance—for his own sanity—was what Skywalker was talking about. But he never saw Skywalker as a dissapointment. A nuisance? Maybe occasionally. Especially when he was younger. Emotional? Sure. He was. Mace wasn’t going to lie about that. But he was not the first emotional Jedi and Mace knew he wouldn’t be the last. There was a lot he thought about Anakin Skywalker, but disappointment was not one. He needed to say this. He needed to say this right now. He should have made this clear years ago. Without thinking, he reached out and laid a hand on Skywalker’s shoulder.

“Anakin,” he spoke quietly, keeping his face open and honest, “you are not a disappointment.” Anakin looked at him, the bitterness leaving his eyes. “I do not disapprove of you.” A tiny smile pulled at Mace's mouth. “Sure, there are things you have done that I don’t approve of, but I don’t disapprove of you as a person, or a Jedi.”

“But you disapprove of my decision to get married.” Anakin whispered. Mace wanted to sigh, but he knew that would not help his attempt to reach the boy.

“I don’t.” He said. “Considering what I know about you, and how you have always been, this revelation is honestly… well it’s really not surprising.” Anakin frowned. “What I mean is it makes sense for you.” Mace sighed. “I can see now, Anakin, why you are the way you are. I can see how attachment is a vital part of what makes you...you.” He lowered his voice to a murmur, wanting to make his next words sound soothing, not judgmental. “I can see how, if you were under the impression that a core part of yourself would be rejected by the Jedi, you might stray down a darker path. I can see it because—in spite of what you may believe— I am not without emotion. I know what pain it can be to lose those you care about. I care for every Jedi in this Temple. I care for them, Anakin, because they are my family.” He placed his other hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “I care for you, Anakin. You are a part of my family.”

“Master—” Mace could tell that Anakin was getting choked up. The boy is very emotional, he thought fondly. He didn’t realize his gaze had turned fond until a tear escaped Anakin’s now brimming eyes. For a few moments, Mace and Anakin stared at each other. Mace could now see why Senator Amidala loved him. Why they got married, and why Anakin would be an amazing father. At that moment, he felt proud. Proud that all the Jedi in the Temple could look at Anakin Skywalker and say “he is one of us.” Mace squeezed Anakin’s shoulders gently.

“Skywalker, you are going to be an amazing father,” he said. With a choked sob, Anakin engulfed him in a tight hug. Mace shook off his surprise and hugged the taller man back, not caring that the shoulder of his robe was now damp from tears. He felt lighter. He hadn’t realized the weight he felt in his heart until the burden was gone. The foreboding he felt since the start of the war lifted some. He didn’t know how the war would end, but he knew—he just knew—everything would turn out for the best. It was the will of the Force, after all.

[phoenixyfriend]

Jangobi fic* where:

Anakin and Boba both wind up kidnapped

Jango and Obi-Wan are both individually frantic but haven't met yet (they keep narrowly missing each other)

Anakin and Boba befriend each other; Anakin is protective of this Toddler, and tells him Jedi stories because those are more calming than slave stories

The boys get separated. Both are very upset.

Jango finds and saves Anakin (teenage Jedi = manipulable force user who can help find Boba)

Obi-Wan finds and saves Boba (that is a CHILD)

"Satine, do you have Jango Fett's comm number? Ah, well, I appear to have accidentally found his son and I'd like to get that resolved so I can go back to finding my apprentice"

"Where is my son" "The Force says Fuck You and also it doesn't work like that, asshole"

Bo-Katan shows up. Causes problems.

The two duos meet! Jango hates the Jedi! Boba loves them! Things are awkward! Anakin definitely needs medical attention (because Plot), and also Obi-hugs

Bo-Katan continues to cause problems. Pre is there, now.

HONDO OHNAKA

Jangobi kisses

Anakin gets to kill a Hutt at some point and Boba decides he's the coolest ever

Go AWAY, Death Watch

Jangobi kisses

Obi-Wan tricks Jango into a call with Satine

Boba gets lost and kidnapped again. Jango blames Anakin. Screaming happens.

Give back the kid, Pre

GIVE BACK THE KID, PRE

Jangobi kisses

Go away, Bo-Katan

SERIOUSLY, LEAVE

Jango has an apprentice now? She's small and angry and tried to kill them all multiple times. It's unclear how willingly she has apprenticed. It's unclear how willingly he has taken her on. Boba is pleased at another new friend.

Obi-Wan has arranged for the apprentice to have a screaming match with her older sister over Jango's comm.

Boba accidentally lets slip about the clones to Anakin.

Anakin attempts a murder.

He's not successful but his enraged Huttese screaming--which only Jango can keep up with in the moment--at least garners a reaction.

Jango defends himself, but lbr Anakin just tries to hurt him again

It still doesn't work, but now Obi-Wan is using Horrified Rhetoric about the clones thing

Anakin and Bo-Katan teach Boba a card game while playing some music to drown out The Grown-ups having a yelling match

Something something Ventress

Something something Dooku

Something something Bo-Katan has a reformed Sith girlfriend now

Jangobi impulse marriage for clone custody reasons that Jango only sort of agreed to

IDK somehow there's a happy ending and Obi-Wan is romantically tugged back and forth between the current and former rulers of Mandalore and Quinlan WON'T STOP LAUGHING AT HIM

Windu's got the mother of all headaches, Skywalker is fourteen, this was supposed to be a simple mission, guys, what the hell

* Important to Jangobi fics, for me: 1. Nobody bashes Satine 2. Anakin is unequivocally the most important person in Obi-Wan's life and is prioritized over basically everyone and everything except the will of the Force, and even that's sketchy

[valyrou]

Hi, I have a headcanons request if you take them ! Could you write what it would include to date Anakin Skywalker and/or Obi-Wan Kenobi (separated if you make them both please :)) like how they act in the relationship, how protective they are, etc... Thank you <3

THIS PICTURE IS A BLESSING AHHHH

Relationship headcanons

anywaaaays

I love this idea so much!!! THANK YOU

And I’m sooo sorry I might do a Obi wan Kenobi one too, but I just can’t right now. I‘m a little tired since I was working very hard today (I even got a sunburn like Wth?!)

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

My beloved… oh let me tell you….

Anakin in a relationship is OBSESSED with you

He cherishes you, maybe even in a child like way.

He‘d get very jealous and that very easily, so expect him to sneak himself in the conversation you were having

Don‘t try to make him flustered, it would be very hard

It’s not that he doesn’t get flustered, he pretends not to, to tease you or so you try harder to make him flustered

He wants to see and to feel how much you love him (trust issues) so he needs you around a lot, holding his hand, holding him close or a gentle kiss on literally anywhere on his face

You can get his attention if you peck him on his cheek with a kiss. He WILL look at you. Oh boy the Love in his eyes for you is MAD

He loves holding you. He is the big spoon!! But he will let you big spoon him if he‘s feeling particularly down.

He NEVER actually tried very hard to hide something, but if you are a Jedi too, he will hide your relationship with his LIFE. If you two would get caught by someone else than Obi wan, he wouldn’t know what he should do. It would be the end of him.

You are his emotional support, so if you decide to leave him- OH BOY YOU ARE SOOOO DONE.. he would still love you and just wouldn’t really understand why you would break up like that.. BUT THATS ANOTHER STORY WE ARE HERE FOR THE RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS WHOOPS

He loves you. Like he loves you sooo much it’s something he struggles to put in words so he uses actions to show you. Being close to you, gifting you small things, taking you out for dinner maybe.

Oh and no secrets. He tells you all about him you gotta tell him all about yourself and do not miss a single thing.

Ugh writing this makes me so happy

you are in danger? OH . NO

Like I said before. He is obsessed with you so he leaves whatever he was doing asap to come to your aid.

He would be so stressed and is in general in a rollercoaster of emotions. Is he going to lose you? Will you be okay?? So many unanswered questions

He‘d KILL for you. Which is obviously hella scary, but also a sign of love. But is also shows why Jedi shouldn’t have intimate relationships.

He will inspect every part of your body. EVERY part after he gets you back safe. He is a mess

You‘d have to comfort him while being comforted at the same time.

He‘s just so protective. Even after the incident he will be OVERLY protective and you are going to have a talk with him about that. He will take basic privileges from you like leaving the house alone or something

You will need to tell him that what he does is wrong and that you don’t feel comfortable with him, robbing you of your freedom like that. There will be a lot of talking and maybe.. just maybe you will have to get Obi wan involved in this. But it’s better if not

You will have to pout like A LOT to get him weak and he‘ll realize what he did was actually wrong and he will make it up to you in hugging you tight and holding you close

If you are a Jedi then the bond you two have is strong with the force to, much like Kylo Ren and Rey but more controlled. 

A/n: Okay I think I got a bit too Ooc in the end.. ANYWAYSSS I STILL HOPED YOU LIKED IT <33

[deniigi]

Cyborg, please! I’ve been trying to guess who it’s about and I’m sure I’m completely wrong.

cyborg:

(Oh MAN. This is an AU where Obi-Wan is Qui-Gon's 3rd apprentice after Anakin, and he's a cyborg. I wrote it because I thought Anakin would be the most enthusiastic big brother if given the opportunity and that can be magnified via richter scales if said the younger sibling was part droid.)

I'll give you the whole thing because the snippet doesn't really make sense.

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The boy’s arms are coated in copper-colored filth all the way up to the elbow. Rust curls around his fingers into talons and he walks in the limping stagger of exhaustion.

He has saved Qui-Gon’s life, this child made of rust. His feet wish to lift no longer. They stop and the rest of the body sways. The eyes drift closed and open like tendrils of an anemone.

Qui-Gon gazes upon the whole ensemble as the boy lifts his face with its scraped, scabbing cheeks.

Obi-Wan’s fingers curl inwards in front of him, asking for something that his face does not. They want something to fill the childish hollowness between them and the fragile bones set like a cage around his red beating heart.

He makes the gesture again.

It is a baby’s cry for comfort, not quite forgotten in this mite of a boy just brushing his nose against adolescence. And yet the boy does not speak; does not ask for the pressure and closeness that his body craves out of instinct. His eyes fall to the ground and stay there, dipping lower with his head in cruel resignation while those fingers sob for something to hold onto. He has been in these mines for a month now and no longer believes reassurance will come when he whimpers.

Obi-Wan will be returned to the Agricorps and they will scrub the clay and soot and ash from his hands. They’ll gather him up into their arms and hug him tight—these are the people that the Agricorps are. But Qui-Gon stands here before him, feeling his height more than he has in twelve years to the day.

It’s Anakin’s birthday at home.

Happy Birthday.

Qui-Gon kneels before this child and puts two fingers in each of those rust-colored palms.

Obi-Wan startles and tears his hands away. Finally, he cries out and turns around, scrabbling in his attempt to run back to the mine. His fear is as sluggish as his exhaustion. It takes nothing to catch him around the arms and lift him until he can run no longer. He still fights—squirms, wriggles, sighs, goes still and makes a pitiful sound that Qui-Gon doesn’t need to decipher.

He sets the boy down and takes both of his wrists this time to keep him from getting any ideas about running back to the straight drop they’d just climbed out of.

“Obi-Wan?” he asks.

The eyes come up with the head with the hair with the scrapes and the bruises.

“I’m very impressed with you.”

The eyes and the bruises look to the side. The lips remain dispassionate. The pulse under Qui-Gon’s fingers is steady as ever.

“Would you like to come home with me?”

Obi-Wan rocks on his feet and makes a little grunt when he tests Qui-Gon’s grip by twisting his wrists.

“Would you like to be my padawan?”

All movement stops. The child, once burned, is now frozen. He remains that way for several full beats before jerking his head sharply up to meet Qui-Gon’s eye.

Slowly, he nods. Qui-Gon lets go of his wrists, his own fingers now darkened with dirt and soot. He lifts his hand and places a thumb in the very center of the boy’s forehead.

It leaves an oval.

Obi-Wan is offended. He reaches up and vehemently swats at Qui-Gon until Qui-Gon laughs and leans forward enough for Obi-Wan’s sudden spark of life to press its own thumb in the center of his forehead.

It leaves a mark.

Obi-Wan smiles.

---

It takes a few weeks before the council agrees to let Qui-Gon renegade on his hasty rejection earlier that year. They worry that his interest in Obi-Wan now is a fleeting fancy. Obi-Wan most of all. He never explicitly says so, but he comes over to Qui-Gon once every few days and bumps his head against his arm like a cat. And then he’s off again.

Just checking for hostility. Just checking to make sure Qui-Gon’s real.

Anakin is chomping at the bit the whole time.

He has, in nothing less than the strictest definition, evacuated his room of himself and all belongings. He’s dumped all these on the floor of his newly assigned apartment and returned to stand around on Qui-Gon’s feet, asking when, oh when is the new baby coming home.

He and Feemor are equally insufferable like this. Equally insistent. They’ve teamed up as one to make Qui-Gon roll his eyes, he’s sure.

Together, they clamber up onto the counter that Qui-Gon looked away from for less than a full second and ask him a thousand questions about Obi-Wan.

How old is he?

Where does he come from?

What does he like to do?

Qui-Gon cannot answer these are more thoroughly than he already has.

Obi-Wan is twelve.

He comes from Stewjon, where it appeared he’d been taken from a family as a wrongfully declared stillborn and subjected to experimentation by a group of people whose facility Mace had cheerfully set ablaze.

He likes to run around at the fastest speed he can muster and hide in dark, cramped corners.

Allegedly, he also likes eating things that his human digestive track could not absorb but that the biological droid system wired into his brain and nervous system felt he needed for happy functioning.

Qui-Gon had been advised by the healers to remove anything that appeared to be copper-like from his living quarters.

This is what he has for the former-padawans colonizing his residence. This is it. 

Anakin calls bullshit. He lists out on the fingers of his prosthetic a number of instances in which Qui-Gon elected to withhold information from him for the sake of a few relationships and missions. When he’s done, Feemor produces more fingers to count more instances. It’s all very unnecessary, but it does get the point across to Qui-Gon that his children are disrespectful brats who need to leave his kitchen before they contaminate the one yet to arrive to it.

They are chased from the apartment. In their absence, the space suddenly feels like a home for dust motes. Qui-Gon walks through the silence to open Anakin’s—well, now Obi-Wan’s—bedroom door and finds it more spacious than it has been in a long, long time. Twenty years, perhaps.

The tall benches that Anakin built to accommodate his endless tinkering are gone. The thick, twisted cord of wires that once stood guard in front of the door are, too. The space still smells of Anakin’s workshop, but the bed clothes have been neatly arranged and the window opened to chase out the dust.

Qui-Gon sits down on the bed and places his hand on its edge.

Another padawan. Probably the last he will raise.

A little cyborg one whose brain is wired with parts that no one has ever seen, who has metal in his body in the shape of bones that must be constantly examined and resized to fit those bones growing around them. There is metal plating around the vertebrae in Obi-Wan’s neck that will eventually need to be removed so those bones can grow unfettered by their casing.

The other bones, he flat out doesn’t have and so will need the adjustments made to the ones given to him for years and years to come.

It will be painful. The boy has already experienced so much distress, and yet he is unbelievably sturdy and strong willed.

He is, internally, half metal, half machine. But in all other respects, he is just another child. One with an especially strong connection to the Force.

Not as strong as Anakin—no one’s connection will ever be Anakin’s—but the Unifying Force adores Obi-Wan. It likes him almost as much as Yoda does.

The Grandmaster is pleased for once. A miraculous day has come upon them indeed.

---

Obi-Wan does not take well to Qui-Gon trying to get the first row of plaiting into the space behind his ear. As soon as the row is tied off, Qui-Gon is presented with eyes of betrayal.

Most padawans puff themselves out and stalk around like proud birds upon receipt of their braids. Obi-Wan tries to pick his out within seconds.

They play a game. It’s called ‘Don’t Touch That’ and involves three more attempts to get the braid to stay in Obi-Wan’s short hair. Qui-Gon wins by cheating. He knows that the medics told him to remove all copper plating from the apartment, but it wasn’t like he has anywhere to put the stuff at the moment. Obi-Wan lights up at the sight of the shivering spring Qui presents to him and proceeds to try to eat it for long enough that the braid’s discomfort abandons him.

The new job becomes getting the copper spring back. Qui-Gon is again faced with the Eyes of Betrayal upon prying the thing from his new padawan’s hands.

Obi-Wan follows him as he attempts to hide the spring in a drawer in the kitchen. He follows him back to the living room and waits eerily patiently for Qui-Gon to give him an order.

His orders are to go see what his room is like. He disobeys the order. Instead, he stands in front of Qui-Gon with his knees bent and his fingers itching to fight.

Qui-Gon cannot believe that he, a fifty-year-old man, has been challenged to a fight to the death over a copper spring.

He ends up half-dragging, half-carrying the boy into the room and hauling him up to dump him on the mattress. Obi-Wan lurches up to standing on it and readopts his fighting-stance on the mattress, finally taller than Qui-Gon himself.

The sight takes him off guard. Qui-Gon makes a point of looking up into his eyes.

This is a mistake.

And he is a fool.

The child has leapt off the bed and gotten to the kitchen drawer before he can even lean forward to catch him.

---

The house has never been cleaner. Obi-Wan is disgusted with him. There is no lick of fun to be found in it, and so attentions have turned to the outside.

The boy’s cyborg behaviors have made themselves especially known over the last week. He has a distrust for water but loves lightening. He glares at Qui-Gon if he interrupts him from any task. His response to ‘do you like that?’ is usually a percentage.

He is 73% satisfied with his bedroom, so he tells Qui-Gon. When asked how this grade might be raised, Qui-Gon is informed that 15% of the criteria comes from the window being open-able.

Qui-Gon attempts to barter with him the way that he does with Anakin. In return for the window becoming open-able, Obi-Wan needs to promise that he 1) won’t throw himself out of it and 2) won’t fight the kids in his class.

Obi-Wan asks for a plant instead.

Qui-Gon sighs.

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He’d thought that having a little cyborg apprentice would be an exercise in tenderness and humanity. What it is, in fact, is an exercise in expecting the unexpected.

Obi-Wan’s not as bad as Anakin, that’s for damn sure. Does he occasionally produce light from behind his eyes? Yes. Does he get what the crechemasters call the ‘droid zoomies?’ Absolutely. Qui-Gon actually has a small datapad set onto the wall by the kitchen table with a rainbow meter on it, so that Obi-Wan can tell him in pictures if not words what his stimulation level is at any given moment. If it is in the white, he’s about to combust and needs to do something to settle down. If it’s in the blue, he’s bored out of his fucking mind and is about to do something vastly stupid in order to trigger the switch in his head that releases serotonin.

Green is his happy place, where he remains a menace, but one that Qui-Gon can at least keep up with. Green is the level that Qui-Gon attempts in vain to maintain on their missions now. Anything less is disastrous. He has fished his twelve-year-old apprentice out of a cave, a crevasse, a vat destined for acid, a ventilation system, a dumpster, a vulture’s nest, a Mandalorian’s arms, a cupboard, a laundry chute, and out from under numerous tables throughout the Temple.

Obi-Wan’s talent for hiding will drive Qui-Gon to madness before anything else will. If his grades weren’t so high and he had dragged his feet in stopping fighting his classmates for even a second longer, Qui-Gon would have sat him down for a talking to, but alas.

His padawan was not defiant. He was curious. Adventurous. Eager to please and easily rewarded.

These were attributes to be fostered. Obi-Wan had shown enormous courage on Bandomeer; combining that with these other parts of his personality and with a honed control over the force would make him into a stunning example of their people—all the cyborg shit aside.

And anyways, even if Qui-Gon had wanted to wrangle the kid into a path of logic that he could keep step with, there wasn’t time.

There was a war on, and he and his padawan were being sent out to the front.

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Obi-Wan is, in Qui-Gon’s very esteemed, very correct opinion, too young to be given the rank of Commander. He is the same age as most of the troopers and younger than the clone command officers. Which means that he is precisely half of their maturity, and it shows.

He’d latched onto Cody within days of his and Qui-Gon’s arrival to the Negotiator. Cody, with inhuman grace, pretends that he did not exist. Qui-Gon envies him. He has escaped all the bitemarks that come with acknowledgement.

The troopers of the 212th must think Qui-Gon incompetent, unable to contain his cyborg child as soon as they set foot back on the ship. At least in the field, they operate under the pretense of respect.

Anakin provides negative reassurance, regardless of location.

He has fallen hard for his brother. He defends Obi-Wan’s every action, every mistake, every plea like his life depends on it. Qui-Gon tells the man in the mirror that killing Anakin now will bring the same disgrace to the lineage as killing him as a teenager would have. Outwardly, he asks Anakin with as much politeness as he could muster if he will please stop corrupting the youth.

Anakin says no.

Qui-Gon escorts him screaming to his commander’s quarters and gives Rex orders to see that man is safely taken to the brigg. Anakin throws a boot and calls him a traitor. A life-ruiner. A blockade in the face of his true potential.

Obi-Wan is caught by Cody trying to sneak down to the kitchens where Anakin has been sequestered for his crimes. Cody finally gets the bites waiting for him. He brings Obi-Wan to Qui-Gon upside down in his arms and, as soon as the boy is settled on the ground on his face, returns to denying his existence.

In this single act, he has inadvertently made himself a target.

Obi-Wan’s love is purely human. It is wide and it is deep. And it desires nothing more than it desires a challenge.

He winds around Cody’s legs and trips him in the hallways for days after his unhappy delivery. When ranks are dropped for the night, he seeks Cody out in the mess halls and switches his eating utensils out with knives and only knives. If Feemor were not there to nab him and drag him back to jedi quarters, he would have claimed the foot of Cody’s bunk as his own.

Cody’s fellow clone commanders are relentless in their teasing of him. Their jedi commanders don’t hide under things and go for the ankles. Nor do their jedi commanders persistently replace their transceivers with clods of dirt and seedpods snatched from other worlds.

To spare the commander insult to injury, Qui-Gon takes to following Obi-Wan around the ship when ranks drop.

Obi-Wan is furious about this. He goes a few yards at a time, turns around and tries to bully Qui-Gon back towards their quarters. Qui-Gon allows himself to be persuaded a few feet before collapsing to the ground, conveniently on top of his padawan.

Obi-Wan informs him that he hates him.

This is a healthy and normal attitude for a twelve-year-old. Further, the troopers are endlessly amused with all this nonsense, and that is good for morale. Qui-Gon rolls over when Obi-Wan begins to attack his shoulder blades in earnest. He throws himself to his feet quickly and stands over his padawan like an obelisk. A tower. He gazes down into those defiant blue eyes.

“I think” he says, “It’s big-brother time.”

Obi-Wan’s shoulders hunch.

---

Anakin can be bargained with. It is Qui-Gon’s favorite thing about him. He is willing to do next to any task if presented with a reward. Shmi Skywalker is the one who let Qui-Gon in on this secret and never has he regretted sending her an illicit transceiver in exchange for it.

Unfortunately for Obi-Wan, that means that he can be easily persuaded into taking on baby-sitting duties. It doesn’t take much. Anakin is fascinated with Obi-Wan as a general being. He chirps at him the way he chirps at his many droid experiments and is delighted out of his curly head when Obi-Wan instinctually chirps back.

He is caught between wanting to study and wanting to roughhouse with Obi-Wan, which is a good place to be since Qui-Gon’s back hurts from chasing the brat. Obi-Wan, in Anakin’s presence, becomes his most droidlike—which is exactly the sort of thing a mechanic of Anakin’s ability can handle.

Qui-Gon unleashes the beast upon his former padawan that evening.

He returns an hour later to drag the beast to dinner and finds both missing.

---

Feemor doesn’t know where Anakin or Obi-Wan is. His padawan—Qui-Gon’s precious grandchild who can do no wrong—shakes her head when she’s asked if she’s seen either menace as well. Anakin’s padawan—the other grandchild who can do no wrong—halts in jabbing fingers into Rex’s side to say that she hasn’t seen them either.

Qui-Gon tells her to stop attacking Rex and to go bother Shaak Ti in the other room. Shaak Ti could use the stress relief.

He leaves them to go start the laborious process of checking the holds.

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Anakin, despite having his own padawan to torment, wants only to teach Obi-Wan how to use his cyborg identity for evil.

They’ve hacked one of the ship’s computers. Qui-Gon finds them as the mess hall breaks out into confusion and uproar at the twentieth rendition of some hyperpop jingle.

Anakin is grounded (a perpetual state for him). Obi-Wan is removed from his influence and marched to dinner. He regrets nothing. He grabs Qui-Gon’s hand and puts in its center a gear the size of a lime.

Fourteen hours later, the importance of this object makes itself known.

Obi-Wan is grounded. Anakin is double-grounded. Ahsoka and Feemor are grounded for knowingly providing false information to a senior member of their lineage.

The sonic showers resume functioning after only five minutes of repair.

[emperor-palpaminty]

Quote picks for the 501st, my sweet blue boys:

“Can you stay? Just for tonight, please. I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts.” “‘l’ll stay for as long as you need.” This one is obviously Echo after Skako Minor to me.

“For the most part, I am, in fact, an idiot. But I fully admit to it, which should count for something.” Fives for sure.

“I promised to love you forever, and that is a promise I intend to keep.” Rex (swoon!)

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” “I think I’m okay with that.” Kix, the prettiest clone

Ahhh okay so I couldn't pick just one so this is gonna be... All of them. Like these 4 short different ones in 1 post! Because I am am indecisive bitch and a slut for these lads. 

All of these are SFW, it’s just long so full thing is under the cut! All stories are jedi!reader because I am a basic bitch

You had been shocked to see the skeletal form of your beloved ARC Trooper slung over Anakin and Rex's arms. You almost dropped your lightsaber and ran over, meeting them halfway.

"Echo," You croaked, totally disregarding the two men supporting him. Anakin gently relinquished the man to you, and he took Rex's arm gently, nodding, quietly leading the Captain off. Rex glanced back, reluctant to leave behind the trooper, but you threw your arms around Echo, holding him.

"My Echo, darling," You mumbled, somehow keeping your legs firm even as his shook. "I thought you were dead."

"I was as good as dead," He coughed, holding onto you tighter. "I... I still am, I guess."

You nodded, quietly, leaning him against you. "Come on. Let me get you to a med bay, and we can patch you up." Echo stiffened, bracing against you, away from you when you mentioned a medical bay. "We don't have to go do anything. I just want to make sure you're okay."

"I- I don't want-"

You shushed him, stopping your steps. "Then I won't take you. But we have to have a doctor come check on you, okay? They know a lot more about this than me."

Echo's eyes searched for yours again, and he looked over your face. They looked deeper, darker, especially when it was compared to his now sickly pale skin. "You're just as beautiful as when I lost you," He said, skimming over you.

You smiled gently, reaching a hand up and gently placing it on his face. No words could find you, as your heart was utterly lost- even now, with him back here in your arms, it was hard to put it back in its place. "And so are you. But for me."

Echo swallowed, perhaps he swallowed some words he couldn't quite gather up. "Can we just... Can you stay with me? Tonight? I don't care where. I just can't think about... Everything that happened and I couldn't- I wasn't-"

"Shh, shh." You hugged him to you, standing on your tippy-toes, relaxing him against you as best as you could. "Of course. I'll be by your side as long as you need."

Echo nodded into your shoulder, almost crushing you with shaking arms. "Thank you," He mumbled, lips brushing your cheek as he spoke. "I can't be alone again."

"I won't let you be alone. Not if I can help it."

___

"Wait!" Fives panted, running after you. "Wait, wait." You turned to glance back at him, chuckling when you saw him leaning over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

“Can’t keep up?” You grinned and crossed your arms, arching a brow. “Come on, what happened to your oh-so-confident, ‘Ooh, I’m as fast as any jedi’-”

“Oh, have mercy!” Fives laughed, rolling up to stand, waving his hands in between cackles. “Great and mighty Jedi master, I grovel at thy feet-”

“You didn’t tell me you’re a poet.”

"'But soft!'" Fives cried out, dramatically, pressed his wrist to his forehead. "'What light through 'yonder window breaks? It is the East, and my Jedi is the sun.'"

Your brow quirked as he approached, flouncing, and you laughed. "Your Jedi?"

"'Arise, fair sun! And kill the envious moon-'" Fives grabbed your waist and hoisted you up, spinning you around. "'Who is already sick and pale with grief!'"

"Fives!" You laughed and kicked as he lowered you. This time, he landed your feet closer, hands resting on your waist.

"'The brightness of her cheeks could shame the stars,'" He mumbled, brushing his thumb up your body, gently to your cheek, touching it like precious glass. "'As daylight would a lamp-'"

You closed the space, lips pressing to his, hands moving on his chest. His speech stopped with a hum, lips moving in tandem with yours, rhythmic as he broke away, words breaking between the embraces. "'Her eyes in heaven,'" He sighed, pressing his hands to your back and tugging you in. "'The birds would sing and thing it were not night-'"

You hummed impatiently as Fives' granted you more kisses, more of him, and you laced your fingers around his neck. "Stupid," You giggled, pressing your lips against his again.

"Well." Fives leaned away, chewing on his cheek, eyes glinting in good nature. "For the most part I am an idiot. But I do fully admit it." He grinned, brows raising, voice lilting in hope. "So that counts for something, right?"

You only laughed again, leaning up to meet his lips. "But you're my idiot."

Five's whisper matched yours and he mumbled against your still chuckling lips, "Only your idiot."

___

“Stay with me, Rex!” You yelled, slinging his arm over your shoulder. You dragged this man, grunting with effort at the weight of his armor. Your blood ran loudly in your ears as you retreated, walking half-backwards, swinging your saber to deflect plasma fire. You ducked behind the rock closest to you, leaning Rex back and tugging his helmet up. “Darling, come on.” You reached down and patted his cheek, desperate. “Rex, baby,”

The clone groaned, hand reaching up blindly and clasping yours. “Please... stop hittin’ m’ face.”

You sighed in relief, squeezing his fingers. “Stay here, baby.” You leaned down, chapped lips pressing to his sweaty forehead. 

“Not alone!” Rex started up, grimacing. 

“You fell and hit your head pretty hard, beloved.” You turned, peering out, igniting your lightsaber again. “Just rest easy here.”

“I can help.” Rex’s hand wearily reached for his pistol, brow creasing at the effort, teeth gritting.

“Your arm is broken!” You snapped. “Let me take care of you, for once. Please.” You blocked a few shots, staying close to the small barrier, protecting Rex. 

“Why won’t you let me help?”

“Because I love you!” You yelled, tossing your lightsaber. “That’s all!” You reached up, summoning the hilt back into your hands, grimacing at the onslaught of droids. Sweat rolled down your back as you arched your blade in the air, feeling your face contort with focus.

A blaster sounded behind you, blue bolts flying by you. You felt a smile tug at your lips as Rex shot down droids, waiting behind you, allowing you to act as his shield. "Too bad! Because I love you, too!"

You chuckled softly, risking a moment's glance back at your captain. Rex had moved out from behind the rock, grasping your arm, grimacing. "Ooh, love, you're gonna have a nice bump on that noggin." You bent down and grabbed his helmet, running with him, grasping his hand.

"I don't care," Rex huffed, turning behind another secure rock, somewhat larger on this half-barren terrain. "I promised to love you and protect you. Both of those are promises," He reached down, taking his helmet from you. "I am going to keep."

---

“A good day of fighting, Kix.” You smiled and leaned back on the medical cot as the medic leaned over your leg. “Aside from the whole... spraining my ankle thing.”

Kix chuckled, looking up from wrapping your ankle. “I would say so.” He shrugged, tearing the bandage wrapping. “You Jedi and your wreckless little stunts.”

“Hey!” You sat up, putting weight on your hands to stay up. “I saved your butt.”

Laughing, the medic sauntered to the cabinet and opened it. “If you say so. You do a lot for us, we really appreciate it. Ya know? Us, the boys.”

“My boys,” You huffed, trying to stand, sliding off the cot. "My b-" You stumbled, weight failing from from trying to stand on your wrapped foot. "Agh, kark." You sucked in a breath.

Kix was by you in an instant, brow furrowed. "What did you do that for?" He hissed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you up to stand. "I told you to sit still!"

"But I wanted to help you look," You whined. "I'm so useless laying on a cot."

Kix stared down at you, his grip tightened, and he swallowed hard, gaze darting down to your lips. You were close, you suddenly realized- very, dangerously close.

And yet you didn't mind.

"General," Kix mumbled. You glanced down at his mouth, not at all hiding it, watching your name fall from his lips in the most beautiful of ways. "I think... I've been-"

You interrupted him, lips bursting out and to his, silencing his words in the worst possible way. At least, worst possible way for a Jedi. Kix's arms only tightened as he relaxed, still holding you, still ever firm and ever present. The solid, healing, calming presence of him was too much for you, and you leaned against him.

He broke away, too soon, earning a hum of complained from you. "Easy, general," He mumbled, ushering you back to the cot. "Get some rest. You're delerious."

"I absolutely am not."

Chuckling, he plunked you onto the cot, handing you a blanket. "How about you go to sleep, and then I'll see how much you wanna kiss me after that."

"All the kissing," You set the blanket down. "All of it. I'm not just tired-"

"Relax, relax." Kix leaned down, kissing your head. "I'll only do it more if you get a full night's sleep."

Your brows narrowed. "You drive a hard bargain."

The clone shrugged, smiling, tossing you a second blanket. "It gets chilly in here. Sleep tight."

"Yeah," You whispered. Kix left, and you could hear your heart beat screaming just a little big louder with all emotions- fear, joy, and... Warm fuzzy thoughts.

Your hand pressed against your chest as you laid back, staring at the ceiling, lips still tingly with the sensation of his mouth on yours, the words muffled against your own. Maybe, just maybe, you could interrupt him like that from now on.

[arcaluna]

For day two of the Rexwalker week from this post from @rexwalkerweek

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Day 2: Tattoine | Form 2: Elegance, Precision, Convergence

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“Only you sir….”

“Come on Rex, it’s not that bad!”

“Permission to speak freely?”

“Of course!”

“That is utter banthapoodooh…”

“Hey!”

“To be fair sir, you started this banter on purpose….”

The general started grumbling about wanting to try and ignore the sand and that his captain was a meanie. Outside the cave they were hiding in, the sandstorm was covering the remains of that GAR issued shuttle.

"Okay everyone!" Started Kix, gaining the four other men's attention. "I made the inventory and we better pray to be able to find civilization within a week before running out of rations..."

The General seemed to think a bit at that one.

"Kix, I am pretty sure that with those rations we can make it at least three weeks if you eat them correctly...." He started "And for the water we are definitely near a black melon's patch so we could make some reserves.... When the storm is calmed down I will try to see where exactly we are in the dune sea."

All the Vode looked at their leader.

"Have you ever been on a desert planet, sir?" Asked Echo.

The Jedi laughed.

"It is so much worst than you think... I was born there, on Tattoine."

The night fell and Rex wasn’t sure if he preferred it over the day as the cold could rival the one on Hoth on a good day.

"Rex?"

The captain hummed, acknowledging the presence of his general.

"R2 is already standing guard, don’t worry. Trust me, he we see if something arrive way better than you in this weather."

"My helmet-"

"Was not made to be able to see in nor withstand this weather, and even on a good day it could not allow you too detect a krayth dragon approaching. But R2 got some specific update in order to be able to."

The silence stretched for a bit.

“That scared to come back here, sir?” murmured the blond, turning around to look at his superior.

Anakin looked in his eyes before turning to look outside.

“It’s not like you and Kamino, you still have family you can go back to there, while mine already joined Ar-Amu…”

Rex grabbed his hand.

"I don't think you're right sir... Not about the Tattoine part but about your family...." Rex felt heat raise to his cheek as the other's gaze came back onto him and was very glad he was wearing his bucket. "I mean, I'm pretty sure the Commander and High General might be quite sad about not being seen as family. Or even the boys back on the venator... They really took that drunken confession to heat." He finished with a small laugh, looking back in the General's eyes since his gaze drifted towards their hands as he talked.

The Jedi hummed.

"I guess you might be right..."

"Always sir."

An eyroll.

"Come on, in this cold, better share a bedroll not to freeze to death."

"Oh I'm fi-"

"Rex, please vod, go with him, to sleep or to fuck I don't care, but please stop with the tension. Only the twin can sleep and it's only because whatever they say, they're still babies!" Called Kix from inside the cave, definitely fed up with them dancing around each other.

"We are not that bad..." Mumbled Anakin and Rex swore he could feel R2, in all his droidness, give them a look. He shook his head, amused.

"Well, you heard him, sir, lead the way!"

Rex knew it was only an opening for something more, that they would need to talk about everything in order to make things happens, but for now? He was just happy to finally get to hug his general.

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English isn't my first language, so sorry for any typos and mistakes! (When you find some, could you please point them out to me?)

[cobrakaisb]

hi bestie! i’ve had this idea for a while, but i haven’t seen it. can you do like a head cannon of what miguel, robby, and eli/hawk would be like as an older brother? it can be totally based off what you think :) thank you <3

of course! sorry it took me a while but i needed to to be perfect. i also added two bonus boys at the end (hope you don’t mind). little note: i wrote this with a fem reader in mind because of the mentions of periods. 

Having the Cobra Kai boys as older brothers

miguel:

you and miguel are so close

the age difference does not affect him at all

he is very protective of you before cobra kai

but once he joins cobra kai that over protectiveness 📈📈📈

let’s just say that this kid is bothering you

miguel definitely notices and scares them off

you act annoyed about it, but you’re highkey grateful that he did that

“my brother is the all valley champ so back the fuck off”

you were so excited for him at the all valley

you wore one of his cobra kai shirts and everything

miguel is so supportive of whatever extra curricular you do

karate? yes he stans, theater? you bet he’s at all your shows, dance? you know he’s bringing you some flowers, another sport? he’s at every game cheering for you

miguel knows about periods, and he has no shame in buying you tampons/pads

“hey y/n, i noticed you were running low so i got you some more” 🥺🥺 

you wear his hoodies all the time

they are very big on you, but very comfy

you help him with sam

“i punched her in the face” “what why?”

“y/n what do you think about this?” “it looks great miguel. sam will love it”

when he dates tory you're a little on edge about it

“miguel, weren’t you like trying to win sam back two days ago?” “i like tory now” “okayy” 

johnny loves you as much as he loves miguel

y’all hang out together

his friends are your friends and vice versa

your friends definitely think that miguel is cute but “eww that’s my brother”

when miguel is in the coma you blame johnny

“he showed mercy because of you! you did this!”

but then you cry into his chest

when miguel wakes up you’re at school

you don’t find out until after school when carmen picks you up

you hug him so tight, rambling about how much you love him

“i love you too y/n now get off me”

you can’t keep up with his love life

“y/n i’m with sam again” “what?” 

overall your bond is amazing and you couldn’t ask for a better brother

robby:

you and robby both live with your mother (because we aren’t basic here)

you’re the odd one out (your mom does drugs and robby sells them)

“you got caught with molly? i thought you and sara were hooking up?” “the drug y/n”

when robby starts being friends with those punk kids, the two of you start to drift

you actually go to school, unlike him

“just skip y/n” “no robby”

it isn’t until he gets back on track because of daniel that you two start getting close again

“i’m gonna get back on track y/n i promise” and you believe him

you go to the skatepark with him

he skates while you read or draw or skate (whatever you’re into tbh)

when you’re on your period robby will buy you stuff, but he doesn’t like to

he feels so awkward about it

“um are these the right ones?” “yes thank you”

robby gives the best hugs (idk why he just does)

i feel like robby is also really good at reading emotions

like he knows when you’ve had a bad day at school or when you’re stressed about something

he also knows how to cheer you up :)))

“i know you did not just eat cereal with water???” “and what about it?”

when your mom comes back after being gone for days robby pulls you behind him

because he really doesn’t want you to be exposed to that

you cry into robby’s chest once she leaves

“why can’t she just be our mom?”

when daniel asks robby to move in with him he denies

but quickly explains that he can’t leave you

daniel tells robby that you can come too

“thanks for helping my brother mr.larusso, i really appreciate it”

you definitely walk in on robby and sam making out at some point

“hey robby- oh my god i’m so sorry” slaps hand over eyes and immediately leaves the room

when robby pushes miguel off the balcony it's the first time you’re genuinely scared of him

you visit him in jail, but it takes awhile for you to go

“i’m sorry y/n” “i know robby”

you just understand each other

when robby joins cobra kai he tries to get you in too

you agree to one lesson, and know it’s not for you

you have many arguments about this

“he’s brainwashing you!” “he knows what’s best for me, for us!”

robby feels so betrayed when he finds out you’re staying with johnny

the two of you definitely drift after that, but you find your way back to each other, you always do

eli/hawk:

okay so before he flips the script you defend eli, no matter what

you cry with him about the bullies and definitely try to fight kyler more than once

you wear his sweaters (fight me on it)

you encourage him to do karate

when he flips the script you’re very happy for him he finally feels confident in himself and you love that for him

now the roles are reversed

hawk protects you now

no one even dares to look at you because they are scared of him

i feel like he has a tattoo for you, whether that's your name or your favorite flower idk but he gets one for you

“um wow okay we’re doing that now” “do you like it or not?” “yeah but i wasn’t expecting it”

sometimes he’ll let you pick his hair color “how about purple” “maybe” 😉

he definitely flirts with your friends “hello ladies!” “hi hawk!” “get out!”

you’re the only one that is allowed to call him eli

“eli i need ten dollars?” “for what?” “a snack” *hands over the money*

“eli can i have your sweatshirt? i’m cold” “yeah take it”

“i can’t, me and eli are going to the movies today”

one day you’re sitting with him and his minions (you refuse to call them friends) at lunch

“so eli” -one of the cobra kais “shut the fuck up! you can’t call him that!” -you

hawk has a proud brother moment

anything that you do hawk is like “fuck yeah that’s my sibling!”

his friends are not allowed to look at you, talk to you, have a crush on you, or even think about you

“woah dude she’s hot” “that’s my fucking sister! stay away from her!”

“eli who’s your friend-” “NO!” 

as eli he will buy you period products but is very shy about it

as hawk he will not be caught dead in that isle of cvs

“eli i need them!” “i don’t care! i’ll drive you there and you can run in and get them”

when hawk breaks demetri’s arm you don't speak to him for weeks

you confront him about his new behavior

“this is who i am!” “no it’s not! you’re not my brother!” 

you’re crying and then storm off to your room

that breaks him

is highkey the start of his redemption

when he’s at the fight at the larusso house, and he sees demetri about to get his arm broken, he thinks of your words: “you're not my brother!”

literally motivates him to fix things

you see hawk and demitri and just know that your brother is back

you hug him so tight

“you were right y/n. i’m sorry” “of course i was. i’m always right” “gee thanks” “love you”  

bonus demetri:

he is a nerd, you are a nerd

the two of you watch star wars, marvel, harry potter, etc. together 

“daddy anakin” “please shut the fuck up”

you want to punch him in the face because he is so sarcastic 

it gets on your nerves 

bust out laughing when johnny makes fun of his pi shirt 

“stop laughing” “if it’s funny i'm gonna laugh”

even though you’re a nerd you’re cool 

like you have a lot of friends in your grade 

“demetri if i don’t talk to you at the halloween party that’s why” gestures to his costume 

listen to his rants about how eli’s changed 

you try to give him advice, but it doesn’t work out

so proud of him when he joins miyagi-do

“i'm glad you’re stepping out of your comfort zone” 

demetri tries to get you to join miyagi-do

if you do join great more sibling bonding

if you don’t join no biggie y’all are still besties

y’all go to the comic book store together

its sibling bonding time

you threaten to fight hawk after the laser tag thing 

“hey asshole you leave my brother alone!” 

you sign his cast first

you definitely write some inside joke that only the two of you understand

you see him kissing yas and do a whole 🤮

“so you dating yas?” “idk why” “just checking”

very obvious about your distaste for her

when him and hawk become friends again you’re very wary

“he broke your arm” “he apologized” “he broke your arm!!!”

eventually you and hawk are on semi decent terms

“demetri forgave you and that’s fine but i’m still not over it”

your relationship = the perfect mix of love and teasing  

bonus bonus king bert 🙌🏻:

you are older than him by like a year

but you’re still besties for life 

you’re very proud of him when he joins cobra kai

“im joining a karate dojo” “period pop off”

you always ruffle his hair 

cheer for him at the all valley

“yeah bert!”

but also like you can’t watch 

when he gets eliminated you cringe 

he’s sad about it 

“i just wanted to impress you” “im very impressed bert, you did great” 

your opinion matters so much to him

he’s such a small cinnamon roll 🥺🥺

seeing him with the older cobra kai boys makes you soft

“y/n i’m going out with hawk and miguel can you drive me?” 

bert admires you a lot, like you are his hero

y’all are the best sibling duo and that’s on period

[thewriterowl]

Hiiiiii!!! Is there any way we can get some spoilers or snippets about how anakin and din are going to baby Luke once they get him back?❤️The wait is killing me🥺 You don’t want that on your conscience do you?🥺 (just jokes please don’t feel pressured). But the wait really is killing me because I just love your beautiful writing

Oooh boy. I am so, so ready for us to get to this point in the story!!

Potential Spoilers (no promises this will happen in the story--but it can in our hearts), sorta dark, infantilizing

When Din and Anakin get their hands back on their beloved Luke, there are barely anyone else who get to see him. He is locked up in the royal wing with only a few allowed to get close (primarily Rex, Kix, Omera--maybe Obi-Wan, Ahsoka...but no one else) because Luke is too overwhelmed and sensitive to new people. And neither Din nor Anakin trust anyone near their love.

Luke is made to take bedrest for a few weeks after everything. He is to always be close to something soft and gentle. They worry about the idea of him bruising or experiencing pain again. It is just too much for them to handle after seeing him in such a state.

Luke has to sit on a lap when he eats as well. He is looked over and hand-fed. He doesn't eat well but he does nibble on things because it makes them happy and more at ease. They praise him every time he does that which is a pleasant feeling.

It takes a lot of time for Din and Anakin to feel comfortable in letting him to the gardens. Letting him outside is just too much for their minds. What if he's taken again? It's too risky.

Anakin likes to carry Luke. He doesn't want to let him out of his arms. He feels calmer knowing he has his son where he is the safest. And after everything he had suffered from, his baby shouldn't have to ever walk again if he doesn't wish it.

Din buys Luke so many things. Luke doesn't even know what to do with the items (or even what most of them are) but Din can't stop. He needs to spoil him.

Luke doesn't talk too much after everything. At least not for a bit. He just can't handle it. He would rather stay hidden and away from others. But Din and Anakin don't really handle that. Luke can be quiet if he wants, they'll fill up the space by talking to him.

"You're doing amazing, my heart. Do you want anything special today? How about some cake? You remember how you like cake?" "Baby boy, how about daddy tells you about the time he met your mama? Would you like that? She was beautiful...you remind me so much of her."

"Starlight, how about we take a bath together? It would be good for you scars and tenderness."

Just everything is discussed in a very loving fashion.

Din and Anakin are completely obsessed with Luke. They just need to know everything he does and is thinking. It helps them feel better. Helps them remember that he's there with them and not in that terrible room with those horrifying people.

Luke gets loads of kisses and hugs and coddles and carried and just is babied a bit senseless.

I hope that makes you feel a little better!

[tessiete]

Tess! I only just saw! If you're still taking prompts I'd love some good old Obi-Wan and Korkie (predictable much? Nah) and 12! Oh I can't tell you how happy it made me to see your writing first thing when I opened tumblr! 🥰❤️ Sending much love and a hug!

ALRIGHT I AM HERE I DID IT!!! Please forgive me @lightasthesun - I've been in a bit of a writing rut lately, so I apologise for leaving these unfilled, and I apologise for the quality of this, but THANK YOU for giving me something to help get me through this dry spell. I love my boys, and hopefully you'll get some enjoyment out of this, maybe!

Number 12 was the song "Onward & Upward" by Tommee Profitt!

LOVE AND THANKS!

WHO WOULD LIFT THE SWORD, AND LAY DOWN HIS LIFE FOR ME?

Jaon Almec died because he was one of those horrible little creatures that likes to speak, yet says nothing at all. He was petty. He was boring. He was pointless.

But there was one thing he did say, now that Maul thinks back on it. One thing that struck him as very curious. One thing that may yet satisfy the horrible, hungry pangs of hatred in his gut. So he asks Gar Saxon to bring him the last prisoner of Sundari. --

He has received a summons like this before, but never one sent through his personal com. For a moment he stares at the message, confused. Then, his confusion turns to horror and dread, and all coherent thought slips away. He feels his fingers slick with blood that never fell, his arms are heavy with a burden he does not hold. His lungs clench, and he blinks back the stinging salt of sweat or tears or both, until Anakin grabs him by the shoulders, and pushes him back against the wall.

“Hey, hey,” he says. “Are you sick? Master, what’s going on?”

“I’m not,” he says, his voice so faint he might have said nothing at all.

Anakin doesn’t listen anyway, laying the flat of his hand over Obi-Wan’s brow and feeling for a fever. There isn’t one. There couldn’t be. Obi-Wan feels frozen all over.

“When was the last time you ate?”

“Anakin -” He rolls the comlink in his palm, and raises to, wanting to hear - needing to hear - again.

Anakin catches sight, and plucks it from his hand.

“Did a new order come through?” Without hesitation, he plays back the previous message. The words make no more sense this time than the last, but Obi-Wan doesn’t need to understand them to decipher the expression that spreads over Anakin’s face. His cheeks go pale, then flush red. His lips thin, and he lowers his brows so that they shadow his eyes in anger. “Maul,” he growls. “What does he want now?”

“Left your heart in Mandalore, did you?” Maul purrs. Anakin’s mechnohand tenses around Obi-Wan’s bicep tight enough to hurt, but he doesn’t wince. It’s grounding - the pain. It helps.

Light flickers in Anakin’s hand as a holo stutters into view to accompany Maul’s greeting. It shows the gloomy amphitheater of Sundari’s Great Hall, mottled with a few sickly rays of sun. Satine’s throne rises out of the shadows, and on it is sat a boy that Obi-Wan has never seen.

But Anakin has. His outrage is replaced with surprise, and confusion.

“Korkie?”

“I don’t - I don’t know who that is.”

Anakin shakes his head. “It’s Satine’s nephew. The duchess, I mean. He - he helped Ahsoka while she was stationed there for a few days a couple years ago, but I…Honestly, I haven’t thought of him since. Kriff.”

“Her nephew?”

Anakin turns his eyes from the hologram to meet Obi-Wan’s. The shadow is gone, the ghostly boy on the throne casting light into the darkness that was there. Obi-Wan can nearly see himself reflected in that gaze.

“You didn’t know?”

“Why should I?”

He can’t say whether it is compassion or pity which teaches Anakin discretion, but for whatever reason, his padawan doesn’t push. He only switches off the message and stands, hauling Obi-Wan upright beside him.

“Whoever he is, this has got to go to the Council. You’re in no fit state to - anyway, it’s not your problem, anymore. You’ve done enough.”

Obi-Wan disagrees.

“I owe her as much,” he says, reclaiming the comlink from Anakin’s grasp, and pulling away. “He’s her nephew.”

“Obi-Wan! Obi-Wan, wait!” Anakin tugs at his elbow, forcing him to slow, but only for a moment. Evidently, he can tell when he looks at him, by the stiffness of his spine, and the icy resolve in his gaze: there’s no stopping him. So Anakin relents. “I’m coming with you.”

--

Somehow, Obi-Wan convinces Anakin to be cautious - or perhaps his own wild recklessness scares Anakin into caution where every lecture has failed. Either way, it is decided between them that Anakin will stay with the ship (“Stay out of sight”) - stay away - while Obi-Wan confronts Maul.

“It is simple,” he explains. “It is always simple. It is always about him, and me.”

Anakin suggests they go in through the servant’s passages. They are hidden, and secret. Surely Obi-Wan remembers them, or else the Force will guide them. He says that they ought to take Maul by surprise, or better yet, steal the hostage out from underneath him.

Obi-Wan won’t have it. “I don’t want you there,” he says. “It is only me he wants. It is only me he shall have. I will speak to him.”

This is a horrible idea, but Anakin doesn’t say that. He doesn’t point out that Maul’s desire makes the hostage useful only up until Obi-Wan’s arrival. He doesn’t suggest that negotiation is impossible with a madman. He doesn’t say that this is a hopeless mission, because he knows that Obi-Wan doesn’t believe in any of those things. He grits his teeth. He nods. He lies. He agrees to watch the ship.

Obi-Wan slips into the Sundari Royal Palace alone.

And Maul is waiting, flanked by his men in the shadows, silent observers of his theatrical device.

“Master Kenobi,” he says. A smile slinks over his face like a cream-fat lothcat. “Then the rumour is true.”

Obi-Wan wears no cloak, carries no blade - it was stripped from him upon his surrender. There is nothing upon his person that speaks of war, or battle. No armour, no beskar, not even the little blade that Qui-Gon once gave him to be tucked into his boot. He is as humble as an Initiate, though he does not wear white anymore.

“Here I am,” he says. “I have come when you called.”

“Like a dog,” Maul agrees, pleasure curling in his words.

“Just so.” Obi-Wan’s agreement is easy. He will say what he must to ensure the outcome he desires. It is his way. The Negotiator.

Maul can hear the honey in his voice, and is enraged by it. His mouth twists, and his eyes flare like oceans of fire. He does not want surrender - he wants subjugation. Kenobi’s appeasement will find no footing here. He growls, and spins around to rip the boy from the throne behind him.

Korkie Kryze is pale, and wan. He staggers upright, wilting against the iron grip of Maul’s hold, his head bowed. His hair seems nearly silver, and Obi-Wan is reminded of Satine all those years ago. Her hair glimmered, even in shadow, and Obi-Wan thought she must be made of starlight. Perhaps her nephew shone once, too. Anakin said he’d been a bright kid, eager and earnest, when he’d questioned him. He couldn’t remember much, but Obi-Wan had pressed him for any details, worried that without prior knowledge he might not recognise the child he’s come to ransom and so be cheated out of whatever bargain he may drive. The boy before him is not eager, and if he is earnest then such a trait will only hurt him in a place like this where survival depends on duplicity and malevolence.

“Let him go,” Obi-Wan says, voice low and steady. The Force does not flow here, but still it resonates deeply in his chest, a wellspring of authority and might. “Surely, the cousin of a dead ruler is nothing to you. Now that I am here.”

“You lie,” Maul spits, “To say you came all this way for a cousin.”

Obi-Wan’s brow folds, a brief knell of dreadful confusion ringing in his head. Why should he lie? “I came all this way for Satine,” he says. “For what I owe her.”

“Then the boy means nothing?” Maul asks, searching Obi-Wan for some hesitation, or faltering gaze. Obi-Wan remains still, and Maul simpers, bringing his mouth so close to Korkie’s ear that the heat of his breath and the wet of his tongue cause the boy to flinch away. “Do you hear that?” He says. “He does not come for you. Not out of love. But out of duty.”

“I have come for him,” Obi-Wan insists. “What matter is the motivation? I am here.” He is tired of these games, but Maul’s lies cannot hurt those who have no reason to doubt. Who knows what the boy has been told. “This child bears no relation to me. His death will cause me no more particular grief than any other you have caused before. If you do it to goad me, then I warn you, it is a useless act. I will not be bent. I will not be broken. What greater love could you steal from me than that which you already have? What greater loss would test me more than the death of a master? Or a lov -”

“A son?”

Time is like the void of space. The words travel at light speed but take aeons to reach him.

“What?”

Maul shifts his grip, and it is more like an embrace. He holds Korkie in front of him, arms about his chest and his belly, his chin resting on the crook of his shoulder. He smiles. “Or did you think I had not heard?”

Obi-Wan heard, but still it does not make sense. It cannot make sense. Satine had no children, and he -

“That isn’t possible,” he says, but with every passing moment, the light of revelation grows and he is illuminated by it. “She didn’t -”

“Oh, wait!” Maul cries, and he tumbles wildly from outrage and villainy into mad delight. He laughs - a short bark of disbelief - and then he cackles, his mirth bordering on hysteria though his grip on Korkie never slackens, even as tears stream down his face. “Oh, no,” he says. “Oh, but this is divine! Kenobi, you pathetic wretch, I have such wonderful news for you: you’re a father! Congratulations! Take your time with him. Treasure it. Children grow up so fast, and then -” his laughter dies, choked off in a sudden, brutal turn. “Then, of course, they are gone.”

With Korkie held fast in one arm, he drops the other to his hip and draws forth his blade. A wicked hum fills the room, like the growling of an empty stomach looking on a fresh laid feast. Then, there is light, crackling like lightning over a black sky. The Darksaber.

“His mother died upon this blade,” Maul says, his tone light, as though nearly bored by the observation. “She was spit upon my sword like a worm at the end of a hook, though she wriggled rather more than one, speaking words of love . For you. But she said nothing of this, did she? I guess she did not think to mention it. I suppose she felt it best not to burden you. But that is unfair, isn’t it? After all, he is your blood too, and I? I would not feel right keeping him from you. You’re welcome.”

“It’s not true,” Obi-Wan says.

Maul grins, feline and feral. “Isn’t it?”

Korkie trembles, and looks up. His eyes…

They are clear, and blue, and as bright as a cloudless summer sky. Satine once told him she thought of his as such. Like sunlight over the ocean. Like the curling blue crest of a wave. At nineteen, she had never seen an ocean, but she imagined it like the grand sweep of the sky above Capital City on Coruscant, and she saw Obi-Wan there.

And Obi-Wan sees himself.

And he feels it. Banked low, and deep, like water from a mountain spring locked up in the dead of winter, the Force calls like to like. This boy is his.

His son.

“Korkie…” he says. The name tastes strange, but sweet.

Maul cringes at the sound of it.

“How touching,” he says. “And how glad I am to be of some small service to the great Obi-Wan Kenobi. You ought to thank me, Obi-Wan. After all, without me, you would have let him die a bastard. Though perhaps that is merely a hereditary trait.”

The Sith shoves the boy forward, and lifts his blade, poised to strike, the Darksaber humming in anticipatory glee.

“No, wait!” Obi-Wan shouts. He holds out his hand, and catches Maul’s mid-swing, throwing him back with the Force. Maul relents and recovers, smiling, sheathing the sword. At last, Kenobi is ready to bargain. “What must I do?”

“Kneel,” Maul says. “Bow to me.”

So Obi-Wan does. And Maul is not content.

“Lower.”

He closes his eyes, shutting away the sight of Korkie staring at him, earnest and helpless and hopeful. Somehow, he is hopeful. Obi-Wan presses his brow to the cool glass floor, like he did before masters as a child.

“Now crawl,” Maul says, and when Obi-Wan hesitates, he shouts it. “Crawl to me, Jedi! On your hands and knees, like a dog. Come to your master’s whistle.”

So Obi-Wan crawls. One hand in front of the other until he is at Maul’s feet, the steel monstrosities he gave to him.

“Kiss them,” Maul hisses.

The steel is cool against his lips.

“Lick them,” he commands.

He does. He does.

“See how your father gives in, Korkie Kryze? See how low he has brought himself?” There is no satisfaction in his voice. Only disgust. He kicks at his jaw with one mechanical leg, rattling his teeth and knocking him to the floor. “Now, beg.”

The saber ignites, his own this time, and the vicious glare of the red blade burns through the room.

“Please,” he says. “Please. I will do whatever you wish. I am here, Maul. I am yours. I submit. What else do you want? What else must I do?”

“Now, suffer, little Jedi. Now fall.” Maul raises his blade, throwing strange shadows across their faces. “Now, watch this.”

Obi-Wan lifts his gaze. He sees the twisting, writhing cast of Maul’s expression. He sees the bloody red glare of his saber, and hears the sickly whispering of its kyber. He sees Korkie struggle, and pull away from Maul’s grasp, one arm outstretched and reaching, reaching, reaching -

And at the end of his fingertips, just out of reach, is the Darksaber, sheathed and clipped to Maul’s belt. He could call it to him, Obi-Wan thinks. He could use the Force, and bring it to his palm, but not in time to hold back the swing of Maul’s sword. He is too far away. But Korkie…

It happens without thought. In one moment, the Darksaber is at Maul’s hip, and in the next it is in Korkie’s hand, black and cackling, and slipping through the ribs of the Sith Lord, who drops his own blade in horror.

Maul stumbled backward. The Darksaber slides free, and so does Korkie, released from his captor’s grip, and holding the hilt of the saber with both hands.

Obi-Wan whispers, reaching for him. “Korkie?”

The boy turns his head, eyes wide, and bright, and fearful. “Master Jedi,” he says, then stops, his mouth open but not knowing what to say. He is just a boy, after all. But he is also his mother’s son. He is also a Mandalorian. He knows how to fight.

“Come to me, now,” Obi-Wan says, waving him back. Korkie comes. It takes him an age as he picks his way across the floor. In the shadows, Death Watch waits, and watches. They are no friend of the Kryze’s and yet…Korkie carries the Darksaber in trembling hands. Obi-Wan can feel the tremor of their indecision in the Force. They are waiting to see who will win. They are thinking that Maul might die. They are wondering if they should challenge Korkie next. “Come to me,” he repeats, more urgently.

Maul has staggered back to lean against the arm of the throne. He presses both hands against his ribs, and spits blood upon the floor. Obi-Wan can hear the wheeze of his breath, which transforms into the wheeze of his laughter.

“Oh, the puppy has teeth, does he? How wonderful! I won’t feel so bad about killing you now. It’s only my duty to put down a rabid dog.”

He signals to his men, and there is a clamouring in the darkness around them as beskar’gam sings in readiness. But they are not alone in the dark.

Blaster fire rings out from the rafters, leaving smoldering pock marks in the floor. He looks up, and half a dozen figures descend from above like giant birds of prey. Their helmets glint like terrible beaks, their blasters shine like talons. The Nite Owls are hunting here.

They fall into battle with Maul’s Death Watch, taking advantage of their surprise, but one of their number is slimmer, and darker than the rest. They leap out of the shadows and land silently at Obi-Wan’s back.

“Come on.” It is Anakin, hauling at Obi-Wan’s arm, and pulling him towards the nearest window. Outside, he can see their ship, locked in stasis and turns back to catch Anakin’s grin. “Technically, I didn’t lie,” he says. “I just brought it with me. Now, let’s go!”

But Obi-Wan’s not leaving alone. He grabs at Korkie, drawing him close, speaking soft.

“Give me that,” Obi-Wan says. “Give that to me, son.” He coaxes the Darksaber from Korkie’s white-knuckled grip, and douses the blade.

“She wouldn’t have done that,” Korkie says, so young and so earnest, looking desperately to Obi-Wan as if confessing the worst. “She wouldn’t have killed. She would hate me, she would hate me.”

“No,” Obi-Wan says. “She wouldn’t. I wouldn’t. I am here now. She is with you. Let’s go together.”

And with Anakin at their back, and the Nite Owls overhead, they sprint for the ship to make good their escape.

[soft--dragon]

Tree House Bros

Based on the headcannons some lovely people on discord and I discussed at an ungodly hour and I wanted to write something because the ideas we thought of were too adorable not to :D Jam and Anakin, this one’s for you guys ✊✊✊ Let’s goooooooo

Word Count: 1,964

Warnings: None

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

Charlie wouldn't be ashamed to admit that he has grown closer to Tommy. The boy was the human embodiment of sunshine, putting up a facade of brashness but really being soft underneath. He loved physical affection from his friends, something Charlie had been ecstatic about finding out. Hugs, hair ruffles, cuddles, Tommy was always willing to accept them. Charlie also discovered that praise would make the boy glow happily, so he took it upon himself to make sure he complimented the boy whenever he interacted with him. 

Charlie once proudly swept the boy up in a bear hug, yelling "LOOK AT THIS CHILD! THIS CHILD IS AMAZING!" All the while Tommy was flushed red but laughing at Charlie's loud claims. 

Charlie adored the teenager he'd managed to get so close to lately, to the point where he considered him his little brother. He'd been careful not to outright say that however. Wilbur always got scarily overprotective of Tommy whenever someone dropped the sibling bomb. His was more terrifying than Techno when he was in 'Big Bro Wilbs' mode. 

Still, Charlie thought of himself as Tommy's brother figure, alongside the multiple other people Tommy had cluelessly managed to adopt as siblings. And being a brother figure means there are certain rules and requirements you need to meet. 

One of which is knowing how to deal with a sad Tommyinnit. 

Charlie had started developing what he liked to call a 'Tommy Is Sad' radar and found the boy crying underneath a tree. He'd done what any good brother would and pulled him into a hug, comforted him, then helped him fix the issue that was causing him to be upset. Once that had been cleared up, Charlie had looked at the tree they were sitting under and decided right then and there that this would be the spot for them. 

The look on Tommy's face when Charlie revealed the tree house sitting in the oak tree branches would be a forever treasured memory. He'd hugged Charlie tightly, on the brink of tears that he quickly reassured the older they were purely from joy. The treehouse became their official meet up area. Anytime they needed each other for comfort, to vent, or to just hang out, the treehouse was the place to go. It had a massive slime plush that worked a beanbag for them, a large fluffy rug covering the floor and golden lanterns hanging from the ceiling. A chest sat in the corner stuffed with snack foods and drinks, their favorites of course. The treehouse was a treasured place for both of them. 

One day, Charlie was talking with Eret, then suddenly went stiff as a rod. 

"Charlie?" Eret blinked, "you good?"

"My T.I.S radar is beeping" Charlie said, turning on his heel and scanning the land quickly. 

"Your...your what?" Eret asked incredulously. 

"My brother needs a hug" Charlie rushed out his explanation, his eye catching a red and white shirt a little ways away. "Bye Eret!"

He bolted straight towards the sight of the bright sleeved clothing, leaving a very confused and slightly amused Eret in his wake. Charlie quickly approached the small cluster of trees where he spotted Tommy, slowing down so he could scan the area carefully. After walking a little further, he finally found the boy. He was curled in a ball underneath one of the tall trees, arms wrapped around his knees tightly and shoulders shaking. 

"Tommy?" Charlie crouched in front of the boy, cautiously reaching out to the boy. 

The boy flinched at his voice, tightening his grip on himself. "G-Go away Charlie" his voice shook with the broken, scared request. "P-Please I don't want to s-see anyone right now…" 

Charlie's heart ached when he heard a choked sob, Tommy hunched in on himself as he tried to muffle himself. Charlie bit his lip, looking down at the teen worriedly. He was clearly distraught, 

"Buttercup, can I pick you up?" Charlie asked softly, praying the boy said yes. He desperately wanted to hold his baby brother close and never let go until his tears had disappeared. 

Tommy raised his head slightly and Charlie felt his heart drop. Tommy's eyes were red and brimming with tears, his lip dented with bite marks and cheeks streaked with tear stains. He took a shaking breath in then nodded, slowly uncurling from his ball to raise his arms out to Charlie. The man gently looped the boy's arms around his neck and hefted him up. He held Tommy close who instantly pressed his face into Charlie's neck, taking in shallow breaths.  

Charlie's worry spiked further and quickly made his way to their treehouse. If anywhere could help the boy calm down it was there. 

Charlie was more than grateful they installed a pulley lift as the way to get into the treehouse. He gently set Tommy down on the large slime plush, placing his hand on the boy's head and brushing his thumb over Tommy's hair. 

"I'll be right back, gonna get you some water and snacks okay?" 

Tommy only nodded, curling in on himself again, sinking into the plush. Charlie dropped down to the chest and took out some cookies and water, quickly returning to his brother. Tommy was trying to dry his tears, only causing them to spread across his already stained face. Charlie dropped down in front of him, taking out a washcloth from his inventory. 

"May I?" He asked gently, holding up the cloth. 

Tommy studied it for a moment then nodded slowly, lowering his hands from his face, sniffing. Charlie placed his hand underneath Tommy's chin to tilt his head up. With gentleness only a brother could possess for his sibling, he carefully washed the tears from Tommy's face, apologizing softly when Tommy flinched slightly at the coolness of the damp material. 

Once Tommy's face was cleaned, Charlie offered him the water and cookies. They sat silently, Charlie keeping some distance between himself and Tommy in case he wanted space. Tommy nibbled on the baked goods, sniffing occasionally. 

"Are you gonna be okay?" Charlie asked quietly. 

Tommy swallowed his mouthful and flicked his slightly bloodshot eyes over to Charlie. 

"Yeah...no...I don't know…" he mumbled, subconsciously making himself smaller. "I don't know why I just broke."

Charlie looked at him sympathetically. "Some things can just pile up sometimes, it's nothing to be ashamed of Buttercup, it happens." 

Tommy smiled a little at the nickname but it disappeared as soon as it came. "Yeah it just never usually happens to me." 

Charlie watched his brother for a moment then opened his arms, holding them up. "C'mere." 

Tommy shuffled into the embrace, clinging to Charlie tightly once he leant against the older. Charlie wrapped the boy into his arms, holding him securely and firm but with the warmth and love Tommy deserved. 

"It happens to everyone Buttercup" Charlie reassured quietly. "It doesn't matter if it's common or not, breakdowns tend to sneak up eventually and it's healthy to have a bit of a cry every once and awhile." 

Tommy squeezed Charlie to him, nodding into his shoulder. "I don't like it though."

"And that's okay, I'd be a little concerned if you did" Charlie promised, then smiled and put on a Texan accent. "Have to lock ya up in the old prison cell for liking da breakdowns aye mate? Lil bit coo coo in the nogan for that one if ye ask me." 

Tommy giggled slightly into Charlie's shoulder making the older internally coo. The boy's giggles were the sweetest things you could hear. 

"What's got ya giggling like a hyena Tommy? Was it something I said? Nothin' funny about being thrown in yee ol' cell is there?"

The reply only got Tommy giggling more which in turn made Charlie chuckle. 

"Oh no! Seems I got a case of the giggles too! It's an infection! Tommy you're spreading a giggly disease! This is terrible! I must find a cure before it takes over the server!"

He gently spidered his fingers over Tommy's stomach and lower belly, grinning at the muffled squeal Tommy gave. 

"I think I've got it Tommy" Charlie began dramatically, "I think the cure is to tickle all the giggles out of you."

Tommy's laughter went higher at Charlie's words. "Nooooohohohoho" he groaned but his light hearted tone peppered with giggles let Charlie know he was okay. 

Charlie kept it relaxed and gentle, wanting Tommy to feel comfortable right now. Though he wanted the boy to laugh, he didn't want to exhaust him further by wrecking him. He gently pulled Tommy's back to his chest, hugging him from behind and softly scratching around his lower belly and sides. Tommy melted into the tickles, tipping his head back to rest against Charlie's shoulder as giggles spilled from his lips. 

"This okay?" Charlie asked, running his nails over Tommy's stomach. 

Tommy's giggles picked up slightly, sinking further into Charlie's chest. "Yeheheah" he murmured, "fehehehels nihihihice." 

Charlie felt his heart melt at the boy's words. How could one teenager be so cute?? 

Charlie massaged his fingers into Tommy's ribs, smiling when he squeaked through his giggles. He pressed into the divots and muscles of his ribcage, chuckling as Tommy squirmed against him. 

"Lehehess plehehease" Tommy pressed out between his heightened giggles.

Charlie complied instantly, moving back down to the sides of Tommy's stomach, wiggling his nails gently. Tommy melted into the touch, giggles calming again. 

"Thahahanks" he smiled up at Charlie. 

Charlie nudged Tommy's head with his cheek. "Of course Buttercup, only gonna do what makes you comfortable."

Tommy flushed slightly and a warm feeling blossomed in his chest at the genuine consideration for his feelings. Instead of answering he pressed his face into the crook of Charlie's neck, trying to hide his red cheeks. Charlie seemed to catch it however and cooed. 

"Naww, gotten a bit pink there Buttercup, you are so precious."

Tommy shook his head. "Nohohoho" he groaned, "I'm not." 

Charlie chucked, Tommy able to feel it rumbling from how heavily he was leaning on Charlie's chest. "I think everyone on the server would disagree with you on that one Buttercup, but whatever you say." 

He took a hand from Tommy's midsection to run it through the mop of curls on Tommy's head. Tommy arched his head up into the touch like a cat, a content hum emitting from his throat as his eyes fluttered closed. 

Charlie smiled at the sight. "Sleepy Buttercup?" He asked softly. 

"Mmmm" Tommy slurred, cuddling closer to the older. "Sleepy time?"

"Of course, I'll be here when you wake up" Charlie promised. 

Tommy smiled softly and nodded. "Okay...night Big C..."

"Sleep well Buttercup." 

It was a peaceful silence for a few minutes. Tommy leaned further into Charlie as his breathing evening out. His previous crying episode tiring him out and the gentle tickles easing him into sleep. Charlie kept gently carding his hand through his hair, messing with the blonde curls. 

'Suck it Soot' Charlie thought with a fond smile, 'bet you've never seen Tommy like this before.' 

Charlie opened his communicator and sent through a photo of Tommy sound asleep against him to Wilbur.

Pollen Boy

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Hehehe look at himmmmm

He's so sweet Wil no wonder you adopted him as your little brother

Wiblur Scoot

Stop stealing Tommy Charlie >>:(

Pollen Boy

No <3

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He's meant to be my Tommy

Pollen Boy

Sharing is caring Wil

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He's my little brother

Pollen Boy

I like to think he's our little brother :D

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Don't even think about it

Pollen Boy

Too late

I'm gonna get us matching hoodies

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d o n t u d a r e

Pollen Boy

:3

I'm gonna get him socks too

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CHARLIE NO