#god i wish this was his actual padawan hair

[ooowyn]

i have been wanting to draw pada-wan with long hair. my dear heart.... you are hard to draw

[tennessoui]

hello miss kit! loving all your responses to the asks everyone got such interesting thoughts!! I know you love all your children equally but which gffa au do you love just a bit more than the others? (excluding counselling au lol)

what a hard ask oof

good thing i have a glass of wine and a lot of time on my hands! so i just rated all my fics set in the gffa

(i had a LOT of time on my hands)

a fish hook, an open eye: 7/10 - it's hardly set in the gffa at all tbh i love earnest evil puppy anakin & conniving obi-wan who gets more than he bargained for. needed more cody, tbh a more perfect union: 10/10 - i'm biased obviously cause i just finished this fic so it's fresh on my mind but it was so fun to write! i loved trying to balance the humor and the seriousness and the council scene (both of them!) was just so great amort & amor: 6/10 - i just think anakin would probably not be that cool about obi-wan getting another padawan lol but it's fluffy and cute and i'm glad i wrote it! bed warden, bed warmer: 8/10 - obi-wan would be the worst patient in the history of the world. he's such an asshole which i love writing but he's also so clearly very smitten with anakin. he's just going to be an asshole about it building a boat with no blueprints: 7/10 - i know yall dont know how it ends but i know how it ends ;) burn every bridge but please leave me a boat: 6/10 - my first attempt at reverse master&padawan au which is a dynamic i really love. i would rate this fic higher, but i wish i had started it in a different place and relied less on mental flashbacks but a number: 9/10 - happy almost one year to this fic! i had to get someone to cheer-read this fic for me because i was worried that i was being too hard on aging/obi-wan's body falling apart and anakin feeling old and tired at age 40 but then i saw a bunch of gifs of obi-wan jumping off stuff and i was like yeah his body probably does feel like it's falling apart foolproof, foolhardy: 10/10 - i literally have not has so much fun with a cliffhanger since i last updated time & tide. no notes, just stupid oblivious padawan obi-wan trying to seduce master skywalker into his bed, unaware that master skywalker would crawl over burning coals to kiss his hand. hand in unlovable hand: 6/10 - not my favorite adaptation from tumblr fic to ao3 fic - i used too much of the original ficlet and always feels clunky to me. i do like sith vader manipulating obi-wan into falling!! yes baby, you twist and ruin that jedi master and make him yours haunt me then: 8/10 - i love non-sequential storytelling and also padmé loving anakin so much that she sacrifices a child to bring him back only for him to come back solely to live and breathe for obi-wan hold me fast or kill me quick: 3/10 - would be a higher rating but this fic haunts me. i want to finish her someday and until i do i will not rest peacefully at night. get these stupid soulmates to communicate! i pray the same, but my gods have changed: 10/10 - i love writing this fic, i love watching the polls as you guys vote for what should happen next, i love catty sith obi-wan working to seduce senator skywalker because he's hot lol but it's the voting aspect that makes this fic a 10/10 for me if you love me, let it remain unnamed: 9/10 - it surprised me how much i loved writing set as an actual character. one day i want to explore the universe that set's in, where he meets his own kenobi and falls in love with him. i really liked the outsider perspective on how absolutely wild obi-wan and anakin are - especially since the main scenario is that they're having a threesome, and obi-wan and anakin have to?? share?? each other? with someone else? unlikely! let’s get your fingers tangled in my hair: 6/10 - i wrote this in a fever state; it was fun and i enjoy a king kenobi as much as the next gal! do i actually think anakin could last that long without talking? no not the way i usually write him lol like saints, like monsters: 8/10 - i love the way the chapters are set up, with them going back and forth between the actual plot and the worst parts and darkest moments of the recovery lost to a sea of troubles: 7/10 - it will never not be funny to me that this fic is in response to the prompt "knocking on the wrong door". it could have been anythinggg. it became this instead, featuring light stockholm syndrome and an obessive, evil obi-wan

[worfianism]

Ahsoka Ep 5

Spoilers ahead

Jacen is so freaking cute

Huyang holding Sabine's helmet 😭 saying that he told them to stay together

Oh gosh 😭😭😭 huyang feeling like he lost more of the little family he has left of the culture that he belongs to

Anakin!!! You look old!!!

Trust me you lost!

Always the teacher, still a menace

One is never too old to learn snips!! What's the lesson master!!!!

Live or die!!!!!! I won't fight you!!! I've heard that before!

Leia mention!

The THEME!!!! THE LIGHTSABRES AND THE WAVES

KANAN MENTION!!!!!

Ahsoka makes snippy remarks at anakin as they fight and then anakin smirking and cutting the ground out from under her

Also omg watching Hayden fight is soooooo

Baby Ahsoka!!! Baby Anakin!!! Clone wars!!!!!

No dont please Anakin's little smile as he says no kidding

Baby Ahsoka's actor is great!!

Oh no please Ahsoka sitting with Clone troopers as they die but also Adult Ahsoka's o66 trauma 😭😭😭😭

Also baby anakin hair swoop my beloved

Anakin comforting Ahsoka, actually offering wisdom being the Anakin that people actually end up adoring on clone wars

Ughhh God the problem is anakin is so not clear cut, he turns into a genocidal maniac but the beauty of the character is that you can't help but see what he could have been if he had pressed into his good qualities and actually attempted to be a good jedi and god I love him so much but also I hate him for making the bad choices

Ahsoka asking if she has anything to offer her padawan that isn't war and blaming herself for things

Anakin joking around to keep spirits up and them arguing 😭😭😭😭😭

The FLICK FROM ANAKIN TO VADER!!!!!!!!

What was he (anakin) like? Intense 💀💀💀💀

Oooo they're on mandalore!!! She's really got the mannerisms down between pre and post the wrong jedi ahsoka

REX!!!!!!

Anakin giving his verdict on Mandalore 😭

Anakin!!!! Being all annoyed that someone would dare bring up his 20 year rampage across the galaxy!! Just as Ahsoka has to face her past I think anakin has to face his!

VADER

Ahsoka with the golden eyes for just a moment and then saying she chooses to live 😭😭😭😭

There's hope for you yet 😭😭😭😭😭

Oh Anakin 😭😭

Also the world between worlds looks gorgeous

Oh Ahsoka without her head covering looks kinda weird

There's something about Ahsoka and Jacen hugging that makes me soooo 😭😭😭

Since when did Ahsoka have Force Psychometry????? Why can she sense object memories????

Wish me luck! It's like she's got a bit of her cocky youth back again now that she's faced Anakin

The purrgils <33333

[starboundanon]

Trash time I wish to partake in: That most recent addition on the alpha Vader & omega Luke got me thinking about Vader & Din actually liking each other. How Vader picked Din to be his omega son’s alpha and then begins to guide/train the younger alpha how to properly tend to Luke. After all, Vader knows death could take him and it would leave his precious boy alone.

So he shows Din how to get Luke to kneel and suck on his fingers, helping turn Din into ultimate dom daddy alpha.

If Vader can ensure the (second) best alpha in the galaxy to tend to his son he can overlook the obvious sex that’ll come into play. It is natural after all.

So Vader would basically get his own padawan...only it’s how to be the best alpha for best/good boy omega

@brassknuckled @inky-starlight you guys are going to find me six months from now lying in a gutter with dirt and leaves in my hair after I lose everything because I spent too much time immersed in this beautiful trash au we've all contributed to

But you, my beloved Owl, you — you have condemned me to not sleeping for the next 74 hours because I have to write this. Do you understand? I have to. It's not a choice. Choice is a lie. It's an illusion. The choice was made for me when you sent this ask and sentenced me to death. I'm going to be fucking homeless oh god.

Off I go.

[countessofbiscuit]

If it’s not rude to ask, would you write a post war-no order 66 with codex, I just read joiuny command, and loved the way you wrote them. And also of course I always want a happy future for them instead of depressing canon

:3 ask and you may receive, with a hefty scoop of Self-Indulgence. 

Field Day | 1k, Teen | also on Ao3

. . .

The room was cold and the birthers were miserable, just as Marshal Commander Cody, GAR (Retd) intended.

Drawdown had been good to him.

He wouldn’t have predicted so, two years ago, when the only thing worse than war was the Great Unknown looming at its end. Sure, he bitched, but that was a soldier’s god-given right. Privately, Cody figured a forever war would be fine. Forever wasn’t that long for a clone.

But then a series of unexpected events occurred.

Skywalker stowed away with the 212th, General Grievous was eliminated, and Special Advisor Tano popped into Cody’s palm in Pau City, sheepishly asking for Master Kenobi.

Why? Because she’d kind of ditched Mandalore with Maul and he wouldn’t fucking shut up.

Shut up about what? This guy named Sidious.

Everything afterwards was a holosoap wrapped up in a spice dream. A cascade of the most bizarre reports and message chains to ever brighten Cody’s HUD. Even before the twins.

General Skywalker, Dad (Busy) was praised for ending the war with the press of a button. It wasn’t that simple. Nothing ever was.

But after months sweeping up droid cysts and pockets of dyed-in-the-jar Separatists and excising the corrupt cancer of Palpatine, the Jedi Order had done the most extraordinary thing. They’d taken joint responsibility for the creation of the clone army. In public. Before a horde of holocams. And after stepping forward for the clones, they’d formally stepped down.

Overnight, the cadre of marshal commanders became the flavor of the month. They were tapped for every paying civ-mil role going, from Coruscant to Csilla.

Cody had survived Kenobi and his Padawans. That wasn’t something to celebrate behind a desk. There were plenty of junior officers who’d mastered interoperability, C2, force design, and all that other big-brained shit in daily expectation that Cody & Co. would snuff it. Proximity to a Jedi often did that to a person.

Cody celebrated by saying no to the Chancellor of the Republic.

That he’d turned around two minutes later and said yes to a different job offer wasn’t the point.

The point was this: this morning, Cody had rolled out of bed, gone for a run, and molested Rex in the shower, all in his own sweet time; and he was now holding court before a platoon of birthers to declare without any regret:

“Ladies, gentlebeings, and other people who aren’t clones, welcome back to Self-Defence and Incident Response 101.”

His audience remained unmoved. They were a motley crew of Senate aides, interns, and staff. The sort of folks who could afford anything but complacency.

“You all made some real progress last week,” he continued, lying through his teeth. Barring the dug, most possessed all the proprioception of a whiff-whaff ball. GARMAP this wasn’t. “Today we’ll start practical hand-to-hand drills. And I’ve invited a special guest to help demonstrate the manoeuvres.”

He turned to Rex, who’d turned out in blacks and limmie shorts, to really test Cody’s commitment to professionalism.

“Rex Torrent. Decorated former army commander, current skipper of Anaxes LC, and veteran of more than his fair share of brawls — oh, and my little brother.” Cody ruffled his partner’s handsome hair. “Like last time, we’ll start with calisthenics, before moving into the main body of instruction. After lunch, there’ll be presentations on mobile urban assault, PERSEC, first aid, and other shit you best remember if you want to survive in the Federal District. Estimated finish time: 1900. Any questions?”

A nervous wobbling of heads indicated a negative. For now, anyway.

“Right. If you could please pair up — ”

He was interrupted by a dull throbbing that shook the plasteel walls.

Music. Shitty music.

Cody frowned. This was a converted Guard drill hall. And the redjobs still lived next door.

Clearing his throat, Cody deployed his field voice. “Please pair up with somebody of roughly equal weight, height, and limb count and join Rex on the floor. He’ll lead the warm-up while I fix this.”

Rex chuckled, knowingly. “Fix this. Someone is so dead.”

“Just take care of them,” Cody said, indicating to his students as he marched out.

He may have been only a civilian himself nowadays; but Cody’d never had trouble visiting the fear of Fett upon anyone. Least of all pink-nippled shinies who were probably finding inventive ways to waste credits.

He crossed the wall of noise into their gym.

Whatever he expected to find, it wasn’t Marshal Commander Fox, RG (Active) benching 300 and Prime Ambassador Chuchi to an audience of guardsmen.

They broke off ogling to glare at Cody.

“Got something to say, Sunshine?” Fox shouted over the godawful din, as he suspended enough weight to dent the floor.

Cody did. But with an eyeful of Chuchi’s ass, if it didn’t jettison right out of his head.

He shuffled a couple feet to his right. “Yeah, I do. Turn — this — racket — off.”

He was actually suffered to wait a few reps and one obnoxious chorus more before being acknowledged. Fierfek, Cody still hated this guy.

“Jams, cut the tuneage,” Fox grunted, racking the bar and his girlfriend, who swung down smilingly into his arms. He rolled up and regarded Cody coolly. “Yes?” he prompted in the silence, cocksure as a crime lord. Which he basically fucking was these days, sitting pretty atop the Republic security food chain. Even the Senate Blueys bowed to him now.

Cody rolled his eyes. “I just needed you to lower the music. I’ve got a class.”

“Well, why didn’t you just say,” Fox deadpanned. He stood, chucked Chuchi into a fireman’s carry, and led his posse to a different machine.

“Fuck you, too,” Cody shouted after them, leaving them to their occult rituals. The Corries had been decanted in a separate facility and remained a breed unto themselves.

As he walked back, Cody marvelled how little martial order remained in his life.

He wasn’t ready to wish for another war, though. Not even when he returned to find Rex signing autographs.

Happiness was an undisciplined thing.

. . . . . 

Ao3

[evendeadlmthehero]

The Sun and The Moon

(Kylo Ren/Ben Solo x Reader)

Episode III: The Five Mistakes of a Jedi

Summary: “You were one of the 12 Padawans that Luke Skywalker taught. There, you met the love of your life. Your first best friend, your first lover and your first boyfriend; Ben Solo. Everything was perfect. That is, until the Jedi temple was burned by Ben Solo himself. 5 years pass since you last saw him and he isn’t the man you used to know. The Moon preferred darkness and in that darkness, Kylo Ren was born.”

Warnings: some swearing, murder and NSFW content.

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18 years old

“Hey Y/N, wake up,” you heard a voice whisper to you. You let out a moan, snuggling deeper into your bed. “C’mon, wake up.”

Your eyes fluttered open to see Ben with the widest smile ever, holding a plate of pancakes drizzled with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Candles with the number ‘18’ was stuck on top of the breakfast creation.

“Happy birthday my Sun,” he spoke, moving over to kiss you on your forehead. You hummed in approval. “I made you something.”

“I can see that,” you grinned, getting up from your bed to grab the delicious looking plate of pancakes. “It looks amazing.”

You begun eating, moaning everytime you have the syrup mixed in with whipped cream. Ben sat down, watching with a grin on his face. “Can you believe you are finally 18?”

You slowed down eating slightly, an uneasy look settling on your face. Ben took notice of this look and grabbed your hand. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s just-“ you put the plate down, shaking your head. You then rubbed your temple before facing the love of your life. “I���m 18. You’re almost 21. You should’ve become a Jedi this year with Almec, Daario and Leirra and gone with Luke to the Resistance base. But you didn’t. Why?”

“Y/N-“

“Why?”

Ben sighed, letting go of your hand. “If we become Jedi, it means we must potentially end things with one another. And- and I don’t want that.”

“We don’t have to, we can keep everything in secret,” you told him. Ben let out a bitter laugh, getting up from his seat.

“Please, you’re telling me Luke wouldn’t know? He already knows and he won’t let us train with each other as Padawans,” he spoke, brushing his hair back. “Imagine if we were Jedi? He would banish the both of us. Shame us. Because God forbid that I, Ben Solo, am ever happy and found someone who actually loves me.”

“Ben-“

“All my life, I felt like I had to prove something to my Uncle. That I’m not like Grandfather. And everytime, he always spits on my face, trying to get rid of everyone I love. But I won’t let that happen, no, that won’t happen. Because I won’t let it,” Ben continued on. He then looked at you, seeing your eyes looking at him in confusion. “But let’s not talk about that now. Today is your birthday. And I have a surprise for you tonight.”

You let out a small laugh, still a bit taken back by his little rant. He was breathing deeply, his eyes moving around your room like he regretted the words coming out of his mouth. His eyes looked at yours, desperate to hear you say something, anything.

“I can’t wait.”

-

Ben sat patiently on his chair, nervously bouncing his knee. He had spent hours trying to arrange this; a table near the edge of the cliff, rose petals scattered across the table, a candle illuminating the environment and a gourmet meal that he had prepared himself.

It would’ve been quicker to arrange, if he had help by a friend. But he didn’t. No one liked Ben, or in his mind he thought no one did. In his mind however, that did not matter. You were all he needed.

But see, the thing is, when you rely on one person, that person becomes your whole life. Your day doesn’t start until their’s does. What you do depends on what the other person wants to do. Your thoughts, behaviour, is affected by their’s. And that concept is dangerous. Because once that person exits their life, whether by death or purpose, their own life crashes, burns. And they are left with nothing but ashes, a reminder of what was.

And then, their lives have no purpose but what the next person asks them of. That is what it means to be dependent.

And that is how Ben was. You both never noticed at that time, but he was someone who relied heavily on you. Maybe you should have realised, when you saw the way his eyes lit up the moment you walked towards him in a white, silky dress, pearls adorned on your hair.

“You look amazing,” Ben spoke breathlessly, watching how the candle accentuated your features. You smiled lovingly at him, walking over and pressing a kiss on his lips.

And then the last night you would ever spend the with him, unbeknownst to you, went on. Many laughs and kisses were shared. It was a night you would not forget. And it wasn’t because you lost your virginity to the man you love on your 18th birthday, you wished that reason was why this night was so memorable.

But that might, you had made five mistakes.

“I’m ready,” you spoke in a quiet voice, looking at him in awe, like he was the one who created all the things in the galaxy. Ben scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you were hinting. “I want you to make love to me, Ben Solo.”

That was your first mistake.

Within a flash, you were pressed against the wall by Ben in your room, kissing like you haven’t seen each other in years. His hands were grabbing you wherever he could, both of you panting like starved dogs.

He picked you up before gently lying you on the bed, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving kisses along the way. You let out a breathless moan, your hand tugging at his roots. Ben then looked up, his eyes half lidded. “Are you sure?”

“More than I’ll ever be.”

And that was the night you lost your virginity. You hadn’t slept that night, too giddy with emotions that you couldn’t stop thinking how happy you were as you smiled, drawing shapes on Ben’s back. Wind quietly howled as your window was left open, stars bright in the sky.

But, as fate had willed, you had felt thirsty. Your mouth felt dry. So you quietly got up from your bed, trying not to wake up Ben. Putting on a robe, you begun walking outside to go fetch a bucket of water from the well outside.

That was your unnoticed mistake.

As you begun to attack the bucket onto the rope, you felt a buzz against your neck, feeling a presence behind you. Turning around, you were shocked to see who it was. “Almec?”

“In a flesh,” he spoke, but it sounded a bit dry, like he was wounded. You smiled at him, pulling up your robes more as you realised how you may look inappropriate right now with just a pink silk robe.

“When did you come back from the Resistance base?” You spoke, trying to make a conversation out of an awkward situation. The wind picked up, making your hair fly everywhere. Yet, you still did not hear a response from Almec. “Almec?”

“You know I loved you,” he confessed, taking a step towards you. You moved hair out of your way, looking at Almec in shock. You watched as he kept moving towards you, a broken look on his face. “I loved you. I still love you. And- and I came back to tell you that I left the Jedi. I’m no longer a Jedi. Because of you, Y/N. I want to be with you.”

“Almec-“

“But you slept with him. You slept with that little fucking bastard-“

“Almec-“

“Who fucking killed a bird when he were little and he convinced you he didn’t kill him when I saw him do it with my own eyes! I saw it Y/N! But you always want to believe him. Only him. It’s always him. It will always be him. And one day, he’s going to fuck up. But it would be too late. It will be too late for you,” he spoke, his face now mere inches away from yours. “But even then, you’ll still come running back to him. In the end, you always do.”

Tears were streaming down your face as you looked at him in anger. You looked at him with all the anger you could muster, but you didn’t say anything. You just looked at him like he had betrayed you.

That was your weakest mistake.

Because that quiet little moment, that moment of what could’ve been filled with words defending the person you love, was replaced by a kiss. A kiss you did not want, a kiss not initiated by you. A kiss you had wanted to pull away from, your sense of loyalty kicking in, but couldn’t because Almec’s arms were wrapped around you.

But it did not matter what you wanted to do. Because when someone walks by and sees, they’ll see merely two people kissing.

And that’s exactly what Ben saw. You did not see him, he made his presence known by pushing Almec away from you.

“Ben!” You screamed, as you watched him continuously punch Almec, his eyes black as night. That had taken you back. “Ben stop it! Ben please stop it!”

He did not listen as Almec’s blood splattered against his face. And he didn’t even flinch. You watch, now even more horrified. The most horrified you’ve ever been in your life. You could tell that Almec was in the verge of death. This man, a man you’d known for ages, was going to die in the hands of your lover if you did not intervene.

So you did what you had to do. You used the force against him and pushed him away. Far away from you and Almec. When you made sure he was far away, you ran towards Almec, cradling his head in your arms as he let out a groan. You looked at Ben, who looked just as horrified as you did. “Y/N-“

“Leave,” you spoke, the tone in your voice holding a strict seriousness within it. Ben stood up, gulping as he looked at you, his eyes shining like he was trying to hold back tears.

“Y/N-“

“Leave!” You screamed as you stood up, the wind picking up from the strong aura of the force that surrounded you. Ben looked at you one last time before nodding, turning to look away.

And you did not chase after him.

That was your worst mistake.

You should’ve ran after him. You should’ve been there with him at his most vulnerable state, a state where he could be manipulated by anyone and anything.

As you patched up Almec at the infirmary, not wanting anyone to find out about what had just took place, your mind was thinking about Ben. And how Almec was right about you always running back to him. But you won’t. Not this time. Not looking at Almec’s face, his barely unidentifiable face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Almec spoke, his voice coming out a whisper due to his probably broken ribs. You ignored him, moving water through the force to ice out his injuries. “I- I didn’t mean to. To cause a rift between you two. I- I just love you so much, and-“

“Okay, that’s done. Just make sure you apply a new bandaid every 6 hours after putting on disinfectant,” you instructed. Almec nodded, taking the hint. You gave him one last look before walking off to your quarters.

-

It was 4AM when you finally fell asleep. It was hard, but eventually you felt yourself drifting into oblivion.

‘You wanted to kill me!’ You heard a voice cry out. You stirred in your sleep, barely awake as you clung onto your blanket. The wind howled even stronger as your windows begun to ruttle. ‘You will pay for this!’

‘Ben, no!’ You heard another voice yell. You let out a groan, fluttering your eyes open as a full-blown headache consumed you. You got up from your bed, holding your head as you let out a cry. You felt darkness consuming your body, filling your veins.

‘Ben does not exist. He is weak, a young boy clinging on love,’ you heard Ben speak. Your hand went to your mouth as you realised what was happening. The darkness that Ben had warned you about was starting to consume him. The one moment you weren’t there for him, he had invited darkness.

‘I am Kylo Ren.’

You then heard yells from outside. Running over to your window, you let out a cry as you see the temple on fire. The crackling sound was louder than the strong gust of wind. You gulped, knowing the person who started this fire.

Your hands trembled as you grabbed your lightsaber, ready to do what was necessary. Not because you were a Jedi, but because this was something only you could do.

Grabbing your cloak, you then ran over to the the temple, the heat of the fire getting hotter and hotter. You breathed in the smoke, before lifting your arms and slowly bringing it down, allowing the fire to simmer before completely evaporating. You then swallowed the nerves stuck in your throat, a tear rolling down your face as you realised what had enfolded.

Walking around the temple, sadness consumed you as you realised how little was left of this place, how there was nothing. You then let out a cry as you see 10 of the Padawans and Jedi members who had come back from Luke’s mission. They were now just blackened skeletons lying on the floor. One in particular was your friend Leirra, whose necklace was still around her neck. You sobbed as you unclipped her necklace, placing it in your pocket.

“I see you’re finally here,” you heard the now Kylo Ren speak. You let out a cry slowly standing up as you felt like your legs were about to give up on you. “I was going to kill Almec, but he ran away just in time. But now that I’ve killed all the Jedi, he can live out the rest of his days in regret before I eventually kill him.”

You stopped crying, a looking of nothingness on your face. You then turned around, looking at him. “Are you really gone, Ben Solo?”

“I killed that bird,” Kylo spoke, his face showing no remorse. “I’ve never been Ben. I’ve always been Kylo. I was showed the true power of the force. But I can show you, Y/N. I can show you the force. And together, we could rule the Galaxy.”

“You really aren’t Ben Solo if you thought I’d say yes to that,” you coldly spoke. Kylo looked slightly upset but quickly masked it. You then turned on your lightsaber, the mechanical hum coming to life. The white light of your saber illuminated your face and Kylo knew from the expression on your face that you weren’t coming back to him anytime soon.

“Would you really kill me, my Sun?” Kylo spat out the nickname he had for you bitterly as he took a step forward, challenging you.

“For the Jedi?” You spoke, thinking of all the people Kylo killed, including your friend Leirra. You took a step forward, pointing your lightsaber towards his neck. “Without question.”

Kylo pulled out his blue lightsaber, waiting for you to attack. You let out a war cry, running towards him. He quickly dogged you before swinging his lightsaber at your figure. You quickly slid down, avoiding the pulsing light by a millimeter.

You then swung your lightsaber the same time he did, your lightsabers letting out a loud hum as they made in contact with each other. You both looked each other in the eye as you tried to overpower each other. You felt the darkness within him, but you also felt his loneliness, his slight regret yet knowing it was too late to go back.

Eventually he overpowered you, pushing you towards the floor. Your lightsaber fell out of your hands as you tried to crawl away from Kylo who stopped you by using the force. You looked at him, now scared. Kylo had seen how afraid you were and for a slight secound, his face fell. He knew it. He knew you were scared of him. You were scared of him like everyone else was.

“Master Luke was right,” Kylo spoke, his lightsaber now millimeters away from your neck. “I did go too easy on you.”

Kylo breathed in, trying to do what he was told to do, what he was destined to do. The look of fear of him only delayed that so he looked away from you. When he finally breathed out, he swung the lightsaber back but hesitated.

And in that slight hesitation, Master Luke had swooped in, using the force to push Kylo away. He then faced you urgently, a look of seriousness in his face. “Run!”

“No, we can still save him!” You told him, as you saw Kylo get up, rubbing his head groaning.

“You cannot save him!” Luke yelled at you, his eyes wide in fury at your lack of cooperation. “Now run!”

You looked at Kylo one final time. The final time you’ll see him for years to come. His eyes made his way towards you. And the face you had made would be engrained in his face for eternity; the face of betrayal.

You turned around, before quickly bolting. You knew that Luke had a spaceship, so you’d get it in and get the hell away from the island. You will leave this island, forget about being a Jedi, about falling in love with Ben Solo. You will forget him. You have to forget him. You will leave this island and never look back. Because you could never go back to how things used to be. You could not save him.

That was your last mistake.

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Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x reader

Warning: smut! Morning sex! Love?

Authors note: This is part of my ‘If The World Was Ending’ collection, this is a part 2 to Obi-Wan’s fluff, It can stand alone but I recommend reading the first one! I didn’t edit this!

Summery: After taking Luke to his grandfather obi-wan comes back to (y/n) to catch up.

Obi-Wan woke up to the sounds of a baby crying and (y/n) was gone, he sat up looking around the room as he I started to wake up more. Taking in his surroundings he remembered last night, How well she listened and took care of him. He was her best friend and he knew that, but after last night he was scared of where they are now. Where they friends still or more? Nothing really happened after the kiss other then they slept in the same bed but he couldn’t help but think about what could have happened. He wanted to betray the way of the Jedi so bad just to be with her but it wasn’t the way.

Plus it had been so long since he’s seen her she could have someone else, she could be married for all he knew. If she was he didn’t know what he would do with himself, he’d miss her to much. He’s missing being able to stop in and spend late nights with her, it’s bad enough he doesn’t get to have Anakin with them. He’d miss her with all his heart. He never wanted to forget seeing her happy, or seeing her when she’s fighting.

“Master, where are you going?” Anakin said as they entered the small town on tantoonie. They had came to see Anakin’s mother for the first time in a few years.

“I’m going to get a drink” he said looking at his Padawan who once again raised his eyebrows in more confusion.

“Are you aloud to drink master?” He asked calmly.

“On occasion.” His face gave him away, as his eyes darted towards the door to the cantina to see who was leaving. Disappointment skimmed over his features as it wasn’t who he was looking for, and Anakin knew it.

“You’re going to see (y/n) aren’t you?” He asked with a smug grin on his face.

“What makes you think that?” He asked looking at his Padawan again, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Every time we come to Tatoonie...” Anakin starts as he walks towards the cantina with his master. “You’re always excited to go to the cantina even tho you don’t drink, “ he looked at Obi-Wan “now the only reason that could be is because of a women, or a man I’m not judging master.” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes. “But your eyes light up when I say her name, and you try to look for her in every place of your mind on the way over here.”

“Stay out of my mind Anakin” Obi-Wan said as they entered the bar. Shock went over Kenobi’s face and pride over Anakin’s at what they saw.

(Y/n) had a man on the floor under her boot, and two at the end of her blasters in a stand off. She had more then two guns pointed at her but she was calm and collected, she was so calm she could mirror a Jedi. Her hair was much longer then Obi-Wan remembered and her lip was bleeding. Somehow she still looked good, but now she definitely looked good. Jabba the Hutt moved over towards them to settle the disagreement.

“Now now, everyone lower your weapons there is no need to kill anyone else.” Normally he wouldn’t care but two of the dead men were his. He truly adored (y/n) and the way she did things but if anyone else died it would cost him a lot of money. They all lowered there weapons and stepped away, calming down and going about there day like nothing happened.

Obi-Wan was still in shock when (y/n) noticed he was there, she ran over hugging him tightly. His arms wrapped around her and he smiled, Anakin couldn’t help but feel happy with how happy he looked in that moment.

“Obi-Wan!” She said smiling at him as she pulled away to see his face. Her smile was brighter then a thousand suns and he could never get enough of it. Somehow after everything she’s done he still found her to be a pure soul. “You didn’t tell me you were coming!” She smiled and looked over next to him.

“And Anakin...” she smiled moving over to him, grabbing his face to look over his features, they’d both grown up so much but so had Obi-Wan. “Look at you...Your mother would be so proud!” She said smiling.

“That’s actually why were here, well... why I’m here.” He said glancing over to Obi-Wan, it caused (y/n) to giggle.

“Well come on let’s not keep her waiting!” She said taking there hands and going to the Skywalker’s home.

He smiled in content as he remembered the memory like it was yesterday, it was like the two different sides of her were finally in the same room and it was because of him. But coming back to reality he realized that there was a baby crying, and it stopped.

Luke

He jumped out of bed and went into the living room to find him but was dumbfounded by the sight of (y/n) feeding him as she held him close to her. The child was calm as he ate in her arms and she slowly bounced him around the kitchen.

“What’s his name...” she asked quietly as her eyes didn’t leave the baby in her arms.

“Luke...” Obi-Wan said moving over to her, standing behind her as he looked over her shoulder at them. They were beautiful together, or maybe it was just her holding a child, either way he wished he didn’t have to destroy it. He wished he didn’t have to take Luke to his uncle, wished he could just sit here forever. As a family, an extremely dysfunctional family. He never knew he wanted that till now, he never knew he wanted a family.

“You should get going if you are taking him to his uncles...” she said looking over her shoulder at him.

“Will I be aloud to return?” He asked looking at her.

“Do you have other plans on where to live?” She asked raising an eyebrow and he smiled.

“You want me to live with you?” He asked and she sighed turning and placing the baby into his arms.

“Your entire life has been with the Jedi, and of what you say is true you have no where else to go... I’d give my life to protect you Obi-Wan.” She said softly as he looked down at the child in his arms. Her words melted his heart, and he knew she meant them.

“I never knew I wanted this until I saw you today...” he said looking at her.

“Well... maybe when everything is settled and I take care of the Hutt’s... we can have our own.” She said looking at him. His eyes lit up at her looked at her, warmth filled his chest and he leaned forward giving her a small kiss.

“I should get going, I’ll be back...”

—

Obi-wan woke up to the feeling of (y/n) move against him, her arms wrapped around him tightly in the bed as she slept. His eyes fluttered open and he smiled seeing her.

He’d been with her for a few months now and everything was just about calmed down. No one knew where he was and she was free of the Hutt’s, but Tatoonie was her home and she didn’t plan on leaving, specially not now since the Jedi order had fallen. She’d stay to help keep Obi-Wan safe, she’d stay to be with him. His hand moved down rubbing over her back, gliding over the scars she had from working for The Hutt’s. Someone else leaving marks on her made him sick honestly, anyone hurting her made his stomach turn.

She was an angel, and she deserved to be worshipped, and that’s what he was going to do, worship her.

He gently moved her onto her back, laying her against the soft sheets as his lips found her neck leaving gentle kisses. Being careful of his beard because he didn’t want to wake her just yet, he moved down to her exposed chest, smiling once he saw she was in one of his tunics. He couldn’t help but love the way it moved up her body exposing her soft skin, showing off the scars she had. His lips kissed over those too, gentle and loving.

Once he kissed all the way down to her panties and removed them slowly, it caused her to stir once she felt the cool air of the room on her core. He chuckled lightly when he finally got them off. He kissed over her clit gently as if to test the waters, once he could tell she wasn’t going to be waking up from it he sucked her clit into his mouth and held her thighs in his hands. He was easy and slow about it, yet he was passionate in it. He wanted to worship her being and he was going to, just like this. She was already dripping by the time he stuck his tongue into her, eating her core like she was his last meal. She could feel the coils in her tighten as she began to become close.

“Obi-Wan...” she moaned out quietly still asleep as she did. He groaned against her sending vibrations threw her core causing her to wake up slightly. Her hands subconsciously sliding down into his messy hair, tugging at the blonde strands. Her could feel how close she was but it didn’t stop him, he kept going, consuming her like she was wine from the gods as she cane to her orgasm. She moaned out loudly and her eyes shot up realizing what had happened.

“Obi-Wan!” She moaned out one last time, her breathing heavy as she threw the blanket off him and relaxed back into the sheets knowing it was indeed her lover. He chuckle and licked up all she had to offer before kissing back up her body and to her lips, letting her taste herself.

His hand gently pushed hair from her face as he looked down at her. “Hello there...” he said in his charming tone, causing her to roll her eyes and slap his bare chest playfully.

“What’s gotten into you this morning?” She asked as his lips cane back down to her jaw and chest before undoing the tunic so he could have access to her breasts.

“Am I not allowed to have breakfast, darling?” He asked kissing her ear. She let out a small giggle and pulled him back into a kiss, soft and passionate but quickly heating up. Her hands moved wrapping around his back pulling him closer. Grinding into her causing her to leave the kiss and moan softly, pleading with him.

“I’ll take care of you darling, I promise.” He said kissing her one last time before discarding the rest of their clothing, throwing them haphazardly around the bedroom floor. His hands found her body quickly and exploring like he was molding it, kneading and grasping at the flesh he loved. He kissed her one last time before pushing into her slowly.

They both moan out and her hands gripped his tightly, looking up at him as he sat up and slowly pumped into her core.

He felt like heaven inside her, stretching and bruising her insides. He was so careful and passionate with her, so loving.

Love.

That’s what this was, he wasn’t letting out anger or using her body as a toy, he was making love to her on this early Thursday morning. He was loving her every sound, movement, and scar. He was loving who she was, physically and mentally. He leaned down his lips finding the roughened skin under her left breast, a scar from a battle he was there for, a battle he saved her from. After that his lips moved over to the right side of her ribs, biting down on the deep line that settled between them from a punishment with The Hutt’s. She was to focused on his movements to hear the little.

“You’re so gorgeous, my darling.” But something in him changed after he said that, my darling, he thought. His hands quickly gripped her hips and he pulled all the way out of her before ramming back in, pulling a sharp gasp from her.

“Obi-!” She said pushing her head back into the pillows, he hit her g-spot right on the head sending pleasure she’d never felt threw her. He kept doing the motion over and over pulling moan after moan from her beautiful lips.

“You’re mine, Darling.” Her growled out as he held her and fucked into her with a bruising force, she nodded like her life depended on it as she felt herself coming to her second orgasm.

“Yes! I’m yours Obi-Wan, I’m all yours!” She moaned out, not able to control the rush of blinding heat that left her core, spasming and clenching around him as she came. He groaned feeling how close he was and he stuttered out.

“Wh-where...” he said as he kept going, leaning over her and kissing her neck.

“Inside me, p-please” she moaned out still falling from her own high. It was all the permission he needed, his hips stuttered and he plunged deep into her, his thick ropes of heat covered her insides, almost bringing her sensitive core to another orgasm.

After calming down from their fall from the stars he left the bed, leaving her a babbling mess as he went to get a rag and clean her. He cleaned her up and covered her back up as her head fell over towards him.

“Where are you going?” She asked tiredly.

“I was going to make you breakfast, you’ve done so much for me I just I-“

“Get back in bed, we can eat later...” she said pulling his sleeve and him back to the bed. She fell asleep pretty easily as she cuddled into his side. He loved laying with her like this, but he was distracted by the act they just committed, by the words she said just before he finished. He was right, everything is changing, but he now knew it wasn’t a bad thing.

“I love you...” he said as he kissed her head.

—

7 years had passed since that day, and he regretted nothing, specially since he could hear her voices right now, it made him fall in love over and over again anything she said that name.

“Ben Kenobi! Put down that lightsaber!”

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The Clone Wars Reacts - Part 5

Or Leah loses her shit at Jar Jar, thirsts for Aayla Secura for an episode and a half, and then swoons for Riyo Chuchi.

Welcome once more to the Reacts series! I’m a busy woman for now but I am setting up a schedule for this series which will be

Today we’re covering episodes 12, 13, 14 and BONUS! 15. This is because I got super bored during episode 14 and basically didnt write anything so, here you go! As per usual, major spoiler alert for season 1 of the clone wars! If you haven’t read the previous parts to this series, I suggest you do so that you can follow along! 

Part 1 - Episodes 1 and 2 Part 2 - Episodes 3, 4 and 5 Part 3 - Episodes 6, 7 and 8 Part 4 - Episodes 9, 10 and 11

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We’re well past the half-way point, so there is 2 parts left of season 1, and then onto season 2! So lets get into it!

Episode 12: The Gungan General

> heheheheheheheh jar jar I am KEEN

> I get hondo and jar jar in one episode

>> this’ll be funny

>>> actually no scratch that, this is gonna be hilarious

> oh and they woke up in a cell this will be fun

> HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA AND THEYRE BOUND TO DOOKU

> DISASTER I TELL YOU

> “if I keep my mouth shut you’ll devise a plan so get off the god forsaken planet?” “YES”

> this dude seems traitorous as fuck (im referring to one of the pirates, not dooku shockingly)

> I wish Ahsoka and Yoda were in this too, I want more disaster lineage

> ah he is indeed a traitor

> “HEIDY HO CHANCELLOR”

> JAR JAR WHOO

> “stop messing around, we’re landing. Secure yourself” “MESA TRYING ITS STUCK”

> promptly followed by jar jar falling everywhere

> oh and now he’s in the cockpit

> oh shit that senator guy is definitely dead right?

> “do control tour protégées insolence” “anakin, control your insolence, the count is concentrating”

> “do we know where we’re going?” “Ssh anakin” “DO we know where we’re going?”

> is it safe? Of course it i- riiiiiight

>> I forgot this was the clone wars for a second, this is gold

> FRIENDS DONT DRUG FRIENDS HONDO

> y’know, dooku’s quite amusing when he’s not trying to kill my favourite characters

> “are you now in command” “uh no, binks is the highest ranking” ooooohhhh boy

> ooooooohhhh and some mind tricks too, nice

> I hate to say this, but jar jar is actually smart

> holy shit

> beasties are nearby too, we’ll be fine. they run, we run

>> Dayum jar jar actually making good decisions?

> I present a real and accurate image of my reaction to this statement

> Mesa be having an idea oooohhh booooyyy

> obi wan that is no way to speak to your grandmaster

> be patient master the count is elderly and doesn’t move like he used to

> I would kill you both now if I didn’t have to drag your bodies

>> HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH this is the only reaction I’ll accept

> then falling all over each other is the only thing I’ve ever needed to see

> “ this is not going well” no shit

> my question is why did obi wan not drop Dooku?? Does he actually still care about this man?

> you’re right, I don’t think youre going to be friends 🤦‍♀️😂

> sneaky lying snake

> bruh they don’t even know you’ve got the Jedi captive??????????

>> so how does that work you dumbass

> no shit, you will look like fools obi wan

> “there be some bombad clankers” 😂😂

>> “huh YOURE right, bombad clankers” I love the shock

> YOURE RIGHT HE IS SMARTER THAN HE LOOKS, GIVE JARJAR SOME CREDIT

> oh boy anakin, just keep your mouth shut genius

> man electrocution doesn’t look like fun

> HAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAH

> The next few lines of confused joy are me reacting to jar jar somehow single handedly taking out 3 tanks

> what the fuck

> JarJar I I’m what-

> JUST DID A GOOD THING, I DONT REGERT THIS THING AT ALLLLLLLL

> fuckin JarJar was great

> “KILL HIM HES NOT A REPRESENTATIVE, HES A PLAGUE” I’m ded 💀😢💀

> serves you right you snake, now dooku gonna choke your ass

> oooohhhhh that’s how these two twits (hondo and obi-wan) became friends

> “and... he knows where you live” Oof the subtle threat is real

> hem I love obi wan very much and his sarcasm

 Episode 13: Jedi crash

> I JUST SAW AAYLA I AM EXCITED I AM ALSO ATTRACTED TO HER VERY MUCH

> SHES HOT

> I LOVE HER

> AND HER VOICE JUST MAKES ME ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

> I wish I was bly, not gonna lie

> I have a quick question - the 501st colour is blue right? Then why do they have a gold squad, doesn’t the extra colours just confuse things?

> I love seeing anakin and Ahsoka in action coolest thing to watch

> And anakin

>> I am also quite attracted to him

>>> imagine dragging your hands through that hair as he- wait no I have minors in my followers not gonna finish that

> Uh oh

>> Oh anakin you twit

>>> HE LOCKED HOMSELF IN WITH AN EXPLOSION JDGKJDJFKFKFKFKFF

> HES INSANE

> Are all Jedi so reckless? Just the good ones - love this by the way

> Oooohh shit for a STAR

> I mean like? I know anakin doesn’t die, but this shit is concerning

> Perfected the art of destroying ships and getting master almost killed? Sounds familiar

> I hate it when they just call them “padawan “ it just feels very impersonal like bleh

> Like I love aayla but god the Jedi preach some bullshit

>> God forbid someone raises a child and gets attached to it

>>> Like for fucks sake

>>>> Can you tell this is something I’m passionate about?

> Anyway, moving on

> Oh hi anakin! You’re alive!

> That bird lookin thing is tryna eat my boy 😤

> Oop - well that dudes dead

> Aawwwwwww aayla looks so sad, this makes me sad too

> Can we just appreciate this?

> Well these little critters are cute

> Ooooohhh I think I agree with this little dude

> You can skip the paragraph if you like, its just me going off about ‘peacekeeping’

> Alright gonna get mildly into it for a second, the clone wars really gets into it with episodes like this, displaying how the entire galaxy was starting to lose faith in the Jedi and their peacekeeping ways, in the movies we just got that people just started hating the Jedi because they became part of the war, but this really fleshes it out and shows just how slowly and gradually the loss of faith is. Because he’s right, the Jedi aren’t peacekeepers anymore, they bring as much destruction with them that the separatists do and have become symbols of war. They’re fighting for a good reason yes, but they can no longer claim that they are peacekeepers or that they played no role in this war.

> ANYWAY BACK TO REACTS

> AH MY TWO FAVOURITE WOMEN AND A PRETTY BACKGROUND AGAIN!! They really do be doing me a great service

Part 14: Defenders of Peace

> I’m really not into this episode, just saying it now

> Anakins just as bad as obi wan, like honestly just chill bro, fucking REST

>> MY BOYS DESERVE SOME GODDAMN REST AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL OK-

> Okay but is it taking a life if it’s a droid?

> Ugh this dudes ugly as fuck

> What did you think was gonna happen?? Of course your village was going to be ransacked

> I could go on forever about the pointlessness of this war like it just makes me mad palpatine you slimy git-

> My reacts this episode are really boring huh, I’m not into it 😭

*fully I didn’t write anything for about 10 minutes here because it’s just a little boring*

> HOLY SHIT NOW THATS A FUCKING WEAPON

> Yep sorry that’s it for this ep, I’m so bored 😂

>> Anyway, bonus episode because that one was short!

Part 15: Trespass

> YES OBIWAN WOHOOOOOOOOOOOOO

> AND IS THAT RIYO CHUCHI I SPY?????

> Hahahahahahahhahahaha it’s not tatooine, you got that right

> Oh god this dude already sounds like a dick (its the chancellor dude but not palpatine)

> Why’s he so defensive over it?

> Oh yikes, that does not look good

> Seppies don’t do that though - this is... odd

> Ah and the same thing has been done to the droids

> Off topic, but I think I’m going to make a clone wars drinking game that I can do while I do my reacts, so I’m going to make that this week, send me your ideas in the comments or dm me!

> Back to ep - pfffffffttt obi wans little taps and then anakin really goes WHACK

> Anyway I’m going to do this in the next couple days and then every Friday night I’ll watch a few eps and drink away

> Alright back to the episode once more

> Abominable snowman????

>> Definitely

> This is gonna go well isn’t it?

> “Well? Say something”

>> “Just shut up��� *visible eye roll*

> What the fuck is their mouth

> Okay really obi wan, I think it’s pretty clear they don’t speak basic

> YEEEEEEAAAHHH THATS MY BOI ANAKIN

> Awwwwwwww that shits cute, fucking bear huugggg I want to be hugged like that

> I’m not fussed if it’s anakin, obi wan or kit fisto but please someone love me

>> Preferably kit fisto

> Anyway this dudes a dick (again, its the chancellor dude)

> They obviously have intelligence, and this dude has issues

>> I’m thinking he’s trying to compensate for something 👀

> Oof you really gonna tell a Jedi what to do?

> HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA the other people’s were there already

> Ugh he reminds me of my very racist grandparents oh boy

> You’ve been told like 4 times that it is not your jurisdiction anymore and you still can’t take it?

>> BRUH

> She’s so tiny and adorable and her voice is just 🥰🥰🥰🥰

>> Oh no

>>> I’m simping for another character

> Surely this guy dies

> HAHAHAHAHAH HE JUST GOT SPEARED SERVES YOU RIGHT MOTHERFUCKER

> What a dick, he shall not be missed

> She’s just, so pretty??? And smart????

>> FUCK MY BISEXUAL ASS CANT HANDLE THIS

> he’s seriously not dead yet?

> AAAHH RIYO YOU SMART GIRL YEEEEESSSS NEGOTIATE THAT PEEEEAAACCEEEE

> THATS MY GIRL SENATOR CHUCHI YEEEESSS

Welp that’s it for today folks, it was lovely, see y’all at some point this week where I say the drinking game rules and then next drunken Friday (even though these are gonna be released on saturdays but I write them on fridays?)

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The Tale of Astoria Kenobi [Prologue] [Obitine and Anidala featured] [Dad!Obi-Wan/Daughter!OC]

Please be aware before you read this that I am by no means an expert at all things Star Wars, much as I would like to be.

So please understand that there are more than likely errors in what I've written, especially with the timeline.

Please don't jump down my throat, as the errors are unintentional. I tried to make it as accurate as I could, with my current understanding of the Star Wars lore. If you spot anything wrong, please gently point it out so I can correct it and be patient with me. I'm still learning the lore.

Okay so the initial post I made about Astoria got some interest, so I’m putting in an impromptu taglist. Let me know if you want to be added! 

Tagging: @forcearama​ who created the Scandalore/Obitine Secret Marriage AU I’m using in this story, @elite-guard-hardygal​ for being the first to express interest in my OC, @sunshineisdelightful​ for being supportive about my Obitine baby lol, and @fwtcanimelover​ for also being interested in being tagged in this fic. 

You guys honestly helped me not be as nervous about diving into this story. 

Anyway, I will let you guys read the story now and I hope you all enjoy it!

God Bless and Good Day!

~The Lupine Sojourner

(I think I’ll let this GiF kinda serve as the cover, I guess. I love it!)

Meetings in back alleys and secluded corners of Mandalore was not uncommon, a pair of hooded figures no exception as they near each other.

"Is it true?" A man's voice asks, simple hooded robe around his shoulders, the hood lowered as he addresses the woman before him, who smiles in greeting as she lowers her own, more ornate, hood.

The woman, Duchess Satine of Mandalore, knew what this meant, for both of them, but she didn't care. It was well worth it.

"...Yes, love. It is. I'm 3 months along now."

The breath the Padawan before her, Obi-Wan Kenobi, releases is full of terror of the unknown, wonder at the power of creation, and anxiety about their next move.

The man she loved was always so conflicted, it seems. She puts a comforting hand on his cheek. "Darling, we'll work it out. Somehow." She assures him, wishing she knew the words to ease his worries and fears.

"I fear this is an impossible task."

"Nonsense. We've been married six months now and no one's the wiser, not even your Master Qui Gon."

That was a valid point, but Obi-Wan suspected Qui Gon either knew or was growing suspicious.

There was another problem Obi-Wan saw arising in the future… "But when the child is older, when they connect with the Force, how will we-?"

"You once said the Force connects with random people, correct? If that is so, we'll pretend it is a miracle and she'll report to the Jedi Temple for training. She'll be- -"

"It's a girl?" Obi-Wan asks, breathless, hardly aware he was interrupting in his excitement at the news.

His hand goes to feel the slightly swollen stomach, eyes on his wife's abdomen as if to see his growing child.

Satine smiles serenely, hand over her husband's. "Yes. I just found out the gender myself, actually. And if she is to be a Jedi, I'll act as if I have no idea how she developed these powers."

Much as he wanted that to be enough, Obi-Wan knew better, his smile faltering before leaving altogether. "That won't work. The Council will know as soon as she steps foot in the Temple." He takes a breath. "I fear they could already have their suspicions."

Satine breathes a heavy sigh. She loved Obi-Wan, truly she did, but he could be rather paranoid sometimes. "We won't feed any rumors. We'll act innocent."

Obi-Wan smiles almost sadly, knowing it won't do much, if anything, to delay the truth coming out.

But, for Satine's sake, he could act like it would work.

So he puts a tender hand on her cheek, easing her in for a kiss. "Let's hope that's enough."

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"Mommy mommy!" A five-year-old voice cries out, the only warning Satine had before she was pounced on by her daughter, Astoria. "Wake up, Mommy!"

Satine groggily sits up. "What is it, Astoria?" She asks, rubbing her eyes as Astoria burrows almost painfully into Satine's lap.

"The funny man says there's a ship here. He says it's a Jedi ship." Satine's heart skips a beat. Obi-Wan wouldn't appear unannounced like this without something dreadful happening. He'd done this when Qui-Gon was killed and he was suddenly Knighted with a Padawan to train. She'd been woken up by him easing himself through her window. He'd arrived in the dead of night and snuck past her guards.

She hoped it wasn't too serious this time. "Really?" She asks, managing to keep a level voice, scooping her daughter up and setting her on the floor as she stands to get dressed.

"Yeah, but not Uncle Obi's ship." Over the brief five years Satine had been blessed with Astoria, she had always told Astoria that Obi-Wan was something of an uncle, since Obi-Wan was such a close friend of hers. The truth about Astoria's father was a topic Satine avoided almost at all costs, unwilling to have that conversation with her child yet.

It pained both Satine and Obi-Wan horribly to not be truthful with their daughter, but they agreed it was better for everyone that they not tell Astoria and maintain their lie.

"Oh?" Satine turns as the door opens to reveal the 'funny man' Astoria had mentioned. Astoria was still too young to fully understand why the armored men followed them around, and as such referred to the guards collectively as 'funny man'. Especially the captain, whose helmet seemed to amuse Astoria.

"Afraid not. A Jedi by the name of Master Fisto wishes to have an audience with you, my lady." The captain reports, having stepped into the room moments before. Satine is intrigued, but also has a gut feeling she knew why the Jedi had shown up so unexpectedly.

Hurriedly, she dresses in her usual green, purple, and blue outfit, wanting to appear presentable to the Jedi Master.

Then, she takes Astoria's hand and follows the captain to the throne room. There was a member of the Nautolan race, his tentacles serving as a kind of hair halfway down his back. He turns as the doors open and greets the Duchess and her daughter with a warm, wide smile, nodding and half-bowing in respect to Satine and waving kindly at Astoria.

"Ah, Duchess Satine, what an honor." He says with a deep, charming voice. His eyes were large and black, subtly unsettling at first, but his personality soon set Satine at ease.

"Master Jedi. To what do we owe the pleasure?" Satine asks, accepting a kiss on the knuckles from the Jedi, who seems to ooze manners and charisma.

"I'm afraid it's official Jedi business, madam. Regarding Astoria." Satine's heart skipped as Astoria, settled in her mother's lap as usual, looked at her mother with curious eyes.

Satine had known this day would come. Now came the part where she acted clueless.

"What about my daughter?" She asks and gets a feeling this Jedi knew that she knew what this was about, but humors her with an explanation.

"Are you aware of the Force?" He asks.

"In some aspects, yes. I understand it's what you Jedi use to keep the peace, correct?" Satine replies. She'd picked up much of the Jedi customs during her time under Jedi protection and marriage to a Jedi Padawan, and didn't need to act like she didn't.

"Yes. The Force guides every living thing, and reveals those it has chosen to be future Jedi. Those who have a strong connection to the Force ought to be trained how to use it properly, at the Jedi Temple on Coruscant." Satine frowns, arms around Astoria protectively.

"And you believe my daughter has this connection to your Force?" She asks, knowing the answer. After all, there were already signs Satine had seen of the Force within her daughter.

Astoria had once drawn herself with Jedi robes on, saying she wanted to be just like Uncle Obi one day. She'd then stated that she could make things move like her 'uncle' and proceeded, after several moments of intense concentration, to make her drink move the short distance to her outstretched hand.

There were a few other instances of precise throwing of toys that shouldn't be possible in a girl her age.

How the Jedi knew Astoria had a Force connection was beyond the Duchess.

"We've seen it, Duchess." Master Fisto replies as if he had heard the Duchess' thoughts. "I understand your hesitance but believe me, it is in Astoria's best interest." He explains, and Satine reluctantly decides to hear him out before making any decision.

"How so?" She asks, "As I understand it, the Jedi go to unknown worlds and oftentimes are involved in combat and war. I hardly see how that is in Astoria's best interest."

"As a mother, I can only imagine how difficult this is for you." Fisto says placatingly and Satine could tell he meant every word. "However, we Jedi go through much training as younglings before we are assigned to a Master for further intense training. Astoria will not see combat for many years."

"Mommy, are we going to Coruscant?" Astoria asks excitedly. "Are we gonna see where Uncle Obi works?" Satine had explained briefly about Obi-Wan's status as a Jedi, referring to it as a job.

Astoria had heard of Coruscant, but had never left Mandolore.

"...I'm...not sure, darling." Satine replies, mind stormy with indecision. Kit Fisto hums to himself in thought.

"Perhaps the Counsel would allow you to come with Astoria and me, so you may see for yourself where Astoria will be staying and training." He suggests. "Would that help ease your conscience, Duchess?"

"If it could be done, that would greatly ease my mind." Satine concedes, thinking it highly unlikely the Jedi Counsel would allow an outsider, much less a Mandalorian, into their secret temple. Obi-Wan had told her how carefully the Temple was guarded.

Kit Fisto bows at the waist, smiling happily at this turn of events. "I will contact them right away, if you like."

Satine nods. Best to see what arrangements might be made for Satine going to the Temple or not before she made a decision. "Astoria and I must excuse ourselves for our breakfast. Perhaps you can join us when you are through with the Counsel?" She offers, wanting to make a fresh start between Mandalore and the Jedi. Kit Fisto smiles brightly.

"I would like that very much. I'll step outside for a few minutes, and join you shortly." Satine rises, nodding to the Jedi before walking out of the throne room.

"Can I bring my toy blaster?" Astoria asks excitedly as they walk. "I can show Uncle Obi!"

Satine chuckles. "We have to see what the Jedi says once he's talked to the Counsel, Astoria." She explains gently. "But if we do go to Coruscant, you may take your toy blaster. I cannot guarantee we will see your uncle, but if we do, I'm sure he'll love your toy."

=#=#=#=

Kit Fisto, on the other side of the doors to the palace, chuckles to himself.

What he had thought was a simple negotiation for a future Jedi was turning out to be something very intriguing.

For one thing, the Duchess was surprisingly civil and courteous with the Jedi, beyond some understandable doubts about what he was suggesting.

For another, Astoria held a connection to the Force that surprised him. It felt...well, it felt exactly like the new Jedi Knight, Obi-Wan Kenobi's connection.

That meant Obi-Wan had some explaining to do.

Fisto then had a realization; Satine and Obi-Wan, if they had indeed formed enough of an attachment to each other to have a child together, they would know better than to let anyone know of what they'd done.

Fisto found that he couldn't see himself turning them in. He rather liked Obi-Wan and didn't want to see the look on the boy's face when it was discovered that he had violated the Jedi Code. Especially since Obi-Wan had just lost his master and barely begun training that new Youngling, Anakin Skywalker.

Kit Fisto decided he would do what he could to make sure his friend's secret remained hidden.

His conference with the Counsel was short. They were in agreement that it was best for all parties if Satine came with her daughter to Coruscant. The tension between the Jedi and Mandalore had been high until Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan had been assigned to protect the new Duchess. If they wished for true peace, they had to be willing to make a few concessions.

Normally, the Force-sensitive child was brought back to the Temple without family members, but refusing to allow Satine, such a high-ranking official of Mandalore, to accompany her daughter may raise tensions again, undoing the progress made toward peace.

Fisto thanked the Counsel and once more entered the palace, asking a guard where Satine and Astoria would be eating breakfast.

A few minutes later, he found the pair eating and laughing together. He chuckled as he walked closer. "I have good news." He calls, and the laughter slowly dies. Satine motions for the Jedi to sit on her other side, across from Astoria, who smiles at him around a mouthful of fruit.

"Chew and swallow, Astoria." Satine orders gently before turning to Fisto. "They'll allow me to come with you and Astoria?"

"Yes, in the name of peace between Mandalore and the Jedi. You understand this is an exception to the rule."

Satine nods, unable to believe her luck. "Yes, I am sure. I will tell them how grateful I am when I meet them." She replies.

"I would hate for Astoria to have any trouble adjusting to life in the Temple. It seems harsh to separate you two immediately, given how old Astoria is." Kit Fisto continues, looking at Astoria kindly.

Satine frowns. "What is the average age of the children you bring to the Temple?" Obi-Wan mentioned he was very young when he was brought to the Temple, but he'd never given an exact age.

"I'm afraid it's a deal younger than Astoria is, but the Force doesn't always select the new generation of Jedi at the same ages. However, she is still young enough to begin her training."

"I see."

"Madam, if I may, I have watched a few classes of Younglings from arriving in the Temple to being selected by a Master. All of them have been treated very well and grow up with everything they need provided to them."

"I know, Master Jedi." Satine replies, eyes still sorrowful. "As a mother, however, it pains me that I won't see her grow up." Kit Fisto feels an immense sympathy for Satine. He knew it was a very difficult thing, giving your child away like this.

"Believe me, I understand how painful this must be, but there is hope. We are not forbidden from contacting our families if we choose. Astoria will be permitted to talk to you at fairly regular intervals, and even perhaps make a few visits."

Satine finds that comforting and nods. "Thank you."

Fisto smiles (an expression he used often, Satine notes). "Not at all, Duchess."

By noon, Astoria was ready to go. Fisto had explained that she would be provided Jedi robes, so there was no need to pack clothes. However, he conceded to let Astoria bring a few personal things and two pieces of jewelry.

Satine took off a necklace around her neck when they were left alone.

It was a simple crystal, purple in hue, and still in perfect condition. Obi-Wan had found the crystal, claimed it was a good luck charm, and strung it craftily on a strong chain, putting it on Satine when he first confessed attraction to her. It seemed fitting she pass it on to her daughter now.

"Come here, Astoria." Satine calls and Astoria comes over from deciding what three toys she'd bring. Astoria spots the necklace and seems to know her mother wanted to put it on her. "Your father would want you to have it." Satine says, remembering the way Obi-Wan had smiled at her as he proclaimed it would bring her good luck and protection.

"Really?" Astoria asks eagerly, drinking up any information about her father like a dry sponge.

"Yes. He is so proud of you, you know." Satine felt suddenly ready to cry, even though they would not be separated yet. She desperately wished Obi-Wan were here. He'd make this so much easier.

Astoria slips the necklace under her shirt before hugging her mom. "Thank you, Mommy!" She chirps and Satine felt the sadness temporarily ease as she hugs Astoria.

"Come along now, darling. Let's not keep Master Fisto waiting."

=#=#=#=#=

The trip to Coruscant was rather uneventful. Kit Fisto was in his own ship and could not answer Satine's burning questions about what Astoria was getting into.

She did, however, have an opportunity to slip into a small side room and contact Obi-Wan to tell him the news.

"Darling, I have news." She says when he picks up. Obi-Wan smiles at her and walks a few paces, probably to get somewhere a tad more private.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Astoria and I are on our way to Coruscant." She says. Obi-Wan frowns.

"Is everything alright?" He asks.

"Quite. We had a visit from a Master Fisto, and it seems the day has come for Astoria to begin her Jedi training." Obi-Wan's eyes go wide. Neither of them had much of a clue as to what they'd actually do when the time came for Astoria to begin training.

"I see. Unfortunately, I won't be able to train her myself. I have Anakin to worry about." Satine nods. Obi-Wan had told her all about Anakin.

"Not to worry. Master Fisto assures me she'll be well looked after, no matter who she's trained by."

Obi-Wan nods. "Oh, I'm certain she'll fit right in here at the Temple." His eyes turn sad and Satine knows duty called. "I'm afraid I have something to take care of. Send me a signal when you make the final approach and I'll see if I can meet you." Satine nods, blowing a kiss in their traditional farewell before ending the transmission.

Suddenly, Satine didn't feel as upset and anxious as she had about this development. She'd soon see her darling husband, leaving their daughter in him and Fisto's more than capable hands.

Perhaps one day Astoria would learn the truth about who she was and would forgive her parents for their deception.

[charanteleclerc]

Hello! Can I please request a one shot of Lando comforting George in Baku after his car got wrecked during practice? Absolutely love your work!

‘Enjoy! ❤️

make a wish on the setting sun

All he wanted to do was sleep, he’d barely been in the car today but just having to deal with the fallout from this morning was enough to drain him. Just bad luck, can they come back from this? He’d had so much faux sympathy thrown at him, so many questions about the fate of his weekend. He wanted to scream and cry, he knew it was pure dumb luck that the drain cover had hit him rather than anyone else, but he didn’t know what was going to happen. He felt so guilty about the entire thing, he wished he didn’t have to look his mechanics in the eye without a proper explanation or apology. He wished he couldn’t feel the tension in the air, the feeling of desperation. Having the media hurl questions at him, questions he couldn’t answer, it felt like they were crashing down his foundations with a sledgehammer, trying to deliberately tear down what was left of his confidence in himself, in the car, in the team.

He said goodbye to the team left at the track, still trying to fix his mangled car. He was useless in this situation, just getting in the way. He tried to ignore the way that everyone was staring at him, whispering and pointing. The words struck him like a blade. Unlucky. Unlucky. Unlucky. It felt like that word was being branded into his skin, following him, taunting him. He couldn’t escape it.

“Hey George.” Lando appeared next to him, looking concerned. “How are you doing?”

“Fantastic, great, epic.” George sighed, glad that he’d put his sunglasses on, tears already threatening to spill. “Please don’t say I was unlucky, if I have to hear that word one more time -”

“I get it.” Lando interrupted, giving him a small smile. “Have you got any plans this evening?”

“I have ‘curl up in bed and pretend today never happened’ scheduled at eight, but I think I can move it around. Just for you.”

“Aww, I’m special.” Lando laughed, nudging George with his shoulder. “Knew you loved me really. New plan for your evening, go and get changed, and meet you back here?”

“Where are we going?” George asked, curiosity getting the better of him. He knew he really shouldn’t question Lando, who did things as they popped into his head, and never replied with a direct answer.

“That is for me to know, and you to find out, young padawan.” Lando waggled his eyebrows for full effect, grinning. “See you back here in an hour?”

“Only if I don’t get any better offers.” George teased. Lando gasped, clutching at his chest.

“I’m the best you’ll ever have, Russell!” He cried. “The best!”

“Oh god, help me.” George was grinning now, despite his mood. Lando just seemed to have that effect on people. “I’ll see you in a bit.”

“I’ll be waiting!”

~*~

“George!” Lando greeted him, waving like an idiot. “Ready for your magical mystery tour?”

“Do you actually know Baku well enough to give a tour?” George asked, raising an eyebrow. “Or is this one of your usual tours of getting lost for a while?”

“Definitely the second, it’s patent pending.” Lando said, looking around. “I think we should go this way.”

“Do you have an actual destination in mind?” George asked, following. “I have no idea what is actually in this city, so you could tell me literally anything and I’d believe you.”

“Well, first we have this building to your left, sir.” Lando said, gesturing like a real tour guide. “This building is stylized in the Azerbaijan style, which is very common in this area of the world. The architect for this building became so famous, he was commissioned to do the whole city, that’s why it all looks similar. Very confusing, if you ask me. And along here -”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” George laughed, giving Lando a friendly shove. “You’re such a dick, you know that?”

“Ah, but a loveable one.” Lando batted his eyelids. “I’m the prettiest dick around.”

“I’m not even gonna answer that. There’s no way I’m gonna feed your ego.”

“No, feed it George, feed it!” Lando cried, ignoring the looks people were giving him. “It lives off compliments, otherwise it shrivels away!”

“Such a weirdo.” George said fondly. “How does Carlos put up with you all the time?”

“Same way you and Alex are still my friends. I was much more annoying as a kid, Carlos has the easy deal.” Lando shrugged. “I’m just adorable, no-one can resist.”

“I’m never going to be rid of you. You’ll be following me around even when we’re eighty.” George teased. “Racing around in wheelchairs.”

“And I’ll be winning, obviously.” Lando countered. “I’ll get one of those turbo wheelchairs, I’ll run rings around you.”

“That is just blatant cheating.”

“I call it loopholes in the rules.” Lando grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets. “So, are you ready to talk yet?”

“About what?” George tried to evade, but he knew Lando wasn’t buying it.

“Today.” Lando shrugged, purposely not watching George. They spent so much time under media scrutiny, there was no reason to add himself to the list. “I’m not going to say that you’re unlucky, but it also obviously wasn’t your fault either.”

“I dunno. It just feels like a curse, or something. The car is awful, it’s so fucking slow. With this as well, the team can’t afford this. You can just feel the desperation, it’s everywhere. This is the latest in a long line of ‘unlucky’ events. The media are waiting for a story, and I just feel… hopeless? Guilty? I can’t even take the blame for this, no-one can, but I want them to blame me. I wish they could.”

“You’re not at fault.” Lando said sharply, and there’s a hand on the inside of his wrist, warm and safe. “George, no-one should be making you feel guilty for this.”

“I’m making myself feel guilty.” George gave a shaky sigh. “If I can’t prove myself, then what? Do I want to be the guy whose career was done in by a drain?”

“That is not going to happen. You’re fast, and you’re talented, and you’ve worked too damn hard to give up now. Don’t you even dare.”

“But -”

“No but’s. I’d rather give you my own seat than let you give up.” Lando said fiercely, and George didn’t doubt that he meant it. “You’re going to get back in that car, and you’re going to show the world that you are George goddamn Russell, and you aren’t going anywhere. Got that?”

“Okay.”

“Repeat after me. I am George goddamn Russell, and I am not going anywhere.”

“I thought your name was Lando.” George teased. Lando gave him a look. “Okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “I’m George goddamn Russell, and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Now shout it!”

“No way, there are people around!”

Lando looked unimpressed, but he slid his hand down to George’s, squeezing. “Shout it.”

“Fine.” George huffed, taking a deep breath. “I’M GEORGE GODDAMN RUSSELL AND I’M NOT GOING ANYWHERE!”

“Ağzını yum!” Someone shouted from behind them, and they both broke down into giggles.

“I’m never doing that again.” George said, catching his breath.

“Yeah, but it was fun when you did it.”

“Someone shouted something at me Lando. I don’t even know what he said!”

“Pretend it was a compliment.”

“It probably wasn’t.”

“Shut up, pretend. Maybe he said you have a sexy butt, you don’t know.”

“You think I have a sexy butt? Aww, Lando, I never knew you cared.”

“Your butt is very sexy, that’s why that guy shouted it, obviously.” Lando laughed. “Ooh look, we’re at the sea!”

Lando ran down to the barrier, looking over to the horizon, watching the setting sun. When George caught up, Lando nudged him.

“Remember when we used to climb onto the top of our caravans and watch the sunset?” He asked softly. “It was the one little piece of quiet we used to get, and we just sat there.”

“Yeah.” George replied, a sad smile on his face. “Feels like forever since we did that.”

“Can you imagine doing it with our motorhomes now? They’d be screaming, ‘Lando, get down’ or ‘That’s dangerous!’”

“Pretty sure that’s what your mum used to say anyway.” George replied. “You were always getting us into trouble.”

“Like anyone believed you did those stupid things.” Lando snorted. “I do miss those days.”

“Everyone misses their childhood.” George shrugged. “Rose tinted glasses, and all that.”

Lando nodded, watching the sky turn to orange and bronze. “We should see more sunsets.”

“We really should.” George smiled. “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“Being idiotic enough to cheer me up. I’m pretty sure no-one else wants to go near me right now.”

“Since when was I most people?” Lando gave a cheeky grin. “Okay, make a wish.”

“On what?”

“On the sunset.” Lando said, like it was obvious. He turned to look at the fading sun, exhaling deeply. “Ready?”

“Uh, sure.” George turned to look across the sea, shutting his eyes. He exhaled, his mind forming his wish. Let him see me, really see me.

“Come one, we’ll do one more thing before we go back.” Lando clapped him on the shoulder. “I’d better give you back on time, don’t want your team to hate me.”

“Yeah, my mechanics giving you the death glare would obviously be the worst thing in your life.” George rolled his eyes. “Where else are we going?”

“To the scene of the crime!” Lando cried, heading off towards the track. George groaned, trailing after him. What crime?

~*~

He wasn’t going to lie, going back to that drain cover and kicking it, jumping up and down on it? Totally worth it. He’d never felt so energised, so carefree. His feet probably had a different opinion though.

~*~

“See, back in time. Didn’t want you to turn into a pumpkin or anything.”

“I’m not cinderella, I’m the carriage?” George replied indignantly. “Cheers mate.”

“‘There’s no way I’m going to feed your ego.’” Lando mimicked. “I’m obviously cinderella.”

“Aah, I see it now. Helpless damsel, curly hair…” George teased, laughing as Lando swatted him. “You said it!”

“Never helping you again.” Lando grumbled, but he was smiling. “I’d better go before the team kill me. See you tomorrow?”

“Course.” George said, pulling Lando into a tight hug. “Thanks. Again.”

“Don’t mention it.” Lando murmured, tilting his head up. “Remember what to shout out if you need to.”

“Never shouting that out again.” George reminded him, letting him go. Lando grabbed his hand, squeezing tightly.

“You really should.” He smiled, before letting go. He started to walk away, before turning back quickly. “What did you wish for?”

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.” George said, shaking his head. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Lando nodded, turning once again and heading off down the street. George watched him go, a soft smile on his face. He’d hold onto that wish, maybe it would come true. If not, he always had that sunset. He’d have to be content with that.

~*~

‘Ağzını yum’ means ‘Shut your mouth’ in Azerbaijani. Not  ‘you have a sexy butt’, as Lando thinks. 

As usual, crossposted to my AO3 (Charante_Leclerc) and prompts are always open. Enjoy! ❤️ 

[imagineaworlds]

Radio -- Steve Harrington

Written By: @fallen-imagine-angel

Request: “Hey could you do a Steve Harrington x reader where they are the only 2 people who don't go to the sinowball and they go to a diner and the radio plays "Can't fight this feeling anymore" and they start dancing and they get close and have the chance to confess their feeling for each other and just some fluff please? Thankss ;)”

Warnings: None.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word Count: 2,167

Listen To: Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon

“(Y/n)! I told you to chaperone the snowball, so why aren’t you? I don’t want to be alone there with all of those...pubescent kids.” Nancy shudders at the mere thought of it. You’re in your living room with her since you happen to be her neighbor and one of her best friends.

“Oh, don’t worry! You’ll have Jonathan. And just think of all the pubescent kids that want to date you but are too young! Plus, I promised Dustin I would help drop him off then get out of his way. He says he doesn’t want me to baby him all night tonight. Practically begged me not to chaperone.” You laugh.

“So what are you doing instead? I heard that Steve was helping Dustin get ready, and you said you’re only helping drop him off...does that mean you’re going on a date with Steve? Honestly, it’s about time. You two have been crushing on each other for too long.” She smirks.

“Haha, very funny. But no. We’re just hanging out. Plus, I told you, Nance, he doesn’t like me like that. We’re just best friends, and that’s the end of it. No matter how much I want it to be more.” You smile wistfully and shake your head.

“Right...just friends. Anyway, I gotta go get ready for the snowball. Have fun on your date!” Nancy sings, walking out of your front door to her house. You scoff and start to get ready for your...hangout with Steve.

Once you’re almost ready, you hear a knock at your door. You go to answer it and standing there is a beaming Dustin with a proud-looking Steve behind him.

“Dustin, you look dashing! Just wait, the girls at the snowball won’t know what hit ‘em! I promise you, you’ll be the star there. And if not, call me. I’ll come in and give them a piece of my mind.” You smile at Dustin as you open the door wider, silently inviting them in.

“Please don’t do that.” Dustin laughs and walks inside with Steve. They sit down on the couch as you finish getting ready.

“So I get nothing? Not even an ‘oh, hi Steve!’ or anything? I’m hurt, (Y/n), honestly.” Steve puts a hand to his chest mockingly.

“Oh, hi Steve!” You smirk, applying your mascara.

“Harsh.” Steve shakes his head but laughs.

“Good one, (Y/n).” Dustin nods approvingly.

“Oh, so now you’re on her side, huh? What happened to me and you, man? We were supposed to be a team.” Steve fakes disappointment.

“What can I say, I’m fairly convincing. Maybe I’ll let you have him back one day.” You give a sweet smile to Steve.

“Are you almost done, (Y/n)? The snowball is about to start.” Dustin asks.

“Patience, my young padawan. Being fashionably late is the best part. It gives a certain...pizazz to your entrance. All eyes will be on you. Trust me on this one.” You tsk, finishing your makeup and standing up.

“Finally.” Steve stands up and the three of you walk to Steve’s car together.

“Shotgun!” Dustin races to the front seat but you quickly catch up to him and sit down first. Dustin frowns but gets into the backseat anyway.

“Seniority trumps calling shotgun.” You throw a smile back at him as Steve gets into the car.

The whole car ride to the school is filled with singing along to the radio, jokes, and life lessons to Dustin. It’s a fairly short drive, but you find the time for all of it anyway.

“Here we are. So, remember, once you get in there…” Steve trails off, waiting for Dustin to finish his thought.

“Pretend like I don’t care.” Dustin nods, and you shake your head.

“You don’t care.” Steve nods, proud.

“I don’t care!” Dustin agrees, psyching himself up.

“There you go, you’re learning, my friend. You’re learning.” Steve smiles.

“Idiots. There’s got to be a balance. Sure, pretend like you don’t overly care, but you have to care a little. That’s what gets a girl hooked. You have to care about her for her to actually like you. But, don’t care too much at first. Leave them wanting more.” You correct them, shaking your head at their idiocy.

Dustin nods and leans forward, turning the rearview mirror to check his hair.

“Hey, c’mon, you look great, okay? You look...you look great!” Steve shakes his head and adjusts the mirror back.

“Dustin, I promise you, you look amazing. None of the girls will be able to keep their eyes off you.” You smile sweetly at him.

“Exactly! Now you’re gonna go in there, looks like a million bucks, and you’re gonna slay ‘em dead.” Steve pats Dustin on the back.

“Like a lion.” Dustin purrs.

“Don’t do that.” You shake your head.

“The ladies will not dig that.” Steve agrees.

“Okay.” Dustin looks embarrassed.

“Now get in there and get you a girlfriend!” You grin at Dustin, winking ever so slightly at him and causing him to blush.

“Good luck, buddy!” Steve fist bumps him as he gets out of the car and heads into the Snowball. You see Nancy through the small window and turn back to look at Steve, who’s grimacing and staring straight ahead. He must’ve seen her, too.

“So, Steve, what are we going to do now? Obviously, you need to get your mind off a few things, and I seem like the perfect person to help you do that. How about we grab a bite to eat and see where that leads?” You ask, smiling over at him. He looks to you and makes a face.

“You worded that...oddly.” He chuckles.

“Oh my god, Steve, do not make something dirty out of that sentence! I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” You huff, rolling your eyes.

“Right...anyway, you want to go to that little diner on the corner a few blocks away from here?” Steve suggests, grinning at you.

“Sure, that sounds good.” You nod. He drives to the diner and the two of you head inside. There’s not another soul in the diner except for the workers.

You and Steve grab the corner booth and start talking. The waiter takes your orders.

“So, had any more nightmares recently?” He asks, taking a sip of his milkshake.

“When I said ‘get your mind off things’ I meant things like that, Steve. Let’s not talk about anything that happened, let’s just…” You trail off, noticing the song that has started on the radio that’s on the wall next to you. Can’t Fight This Feeling by REO Speedwagon.

“Let’s just what?” Steve asks, and you notice the small crinkle in his forehead when he’s confused.

“Let’s dance.” You smile and stand up. You grab Steve’s hand and pull him up with you.

“Dance?” Steve asks as you pull him to a small space with no tables in it.

“Yeah! I mean, we’re the only ones not at the snowball so might as well have our own little snowball right? At the diner on the corner, dancing to one of our favorite songs!” You giggle and place your arms around his neck. He holds his hands on your waist and chuckles.

Oh I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow

What started out as friendship, has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show

You try not to notice how the two of you start to get closer with every word. You don’t know if he notices or not. You meant for this to be a light-hearted dance time, but it’s turned into something much more serious.

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever

I said there is no reason for my fear

You look down at your feet and purse your lips. You feel Steve’s hand under your chin pull your face up to meet his eyes.

Cause I feel so secure when we're together

You give my life direction

You make everything so clear

“You know, (Y/n), this song describes us pretty well…” Steve mumbles, staring into your eyes. You take a deep breath, almost scared to ask what he means.

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

“What do you mean, Steve?” You breathe out, closer to him now than you ever thought you’d get. Your bodies are almost pressed together.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

“Listen to the lyrics. What started out as friendship has grown stronger...You give my life direction, make everything so clear…” He repeats some of the lyrics, and you feel his hot breath on your face.

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

“Steve...are you saying what I think you’re saying?” You ask, the beginnings of a smile creeping onto your face.

“And what if I am? How would you react?” Steve murmurs, eyes darting down to your lips for a split second before returning to your eyes.

My life has been such a whirlwind since I saw you

I've been running round in circles in my mind

And it always seems that I'm following you, girl

Cause you take me to the places

That alone I'd never find

“I’d say we’re on the same page. However, if you’re saying something completely different than what I’m thinking, this might become a little awkward.” You joke, seeing Steve’s eyes light up at your joke. He always loves your jokes.

And even as I wander

I'm keeping you in sight

You're a candle in the window

On a cold, dark winter's night

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might

“I want to be with you, (Y/n). We’ve been ignoring us ever since we met all those years ago. I want to try this. Me and you. So what do you say? Will you be my girlfriend?” Steve asks, laying his forehead on yours. You lick your lips hesitantly. You wanted nothing more than to say yes, but what if things didn’t work out? You didn’t want to lose Steve as a boyfriend and a best friend.

“Steve...what about Nancy? I don’t want to just be a rebound, especially if you still love her…” You trail off, looking anywhere but his eyes. He sighs and pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms completely around your waist. You turn to look at him again.

And I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

Cause I can't fight this feeling anymore

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

And if I have to crawl upon the floor

Come crashing through your door

Baby, I can't fight this feeling anymore

“I can’t fight this feeling anymore, (Y/n), and I know you can’t either. To be honest, I don’t think I was ever in love with Nancy. It’s always been you, (Y/n). I figured that out when Nancy dumped me. You’ve always been better than her.” Steve tells you. You nod and reach up, pressing your lips firmly to his as the music dies off. He kisses back immediately.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for quite a while.” You admit, pulling back and smiling widely.

“Me too.” Steve smiles and kisses you again.

“As cute as young love is, I’m gonna have to ask you kids to scram. We’re closing.” A grouchy old worker narrows his eyes at you two.

“We haven’t even eaten yet.” You point out.

“Too bad. It’s getting late and I’m not getting paid for overtime today.” The old man grunts and ushers the two of you out. You laugh and get back into the car with Steve.

“I’m glad I can finally call you mine.” Steve kisses the tip of your nose.

“You say that like I’ve said yes to being your girlfriend.” You laugh.

“I’m pretty sure the kiss sealed the deal, so you can’t back out of it now.” He teases. You nod.

“That’s fair.” You grin and kiss him again. After pulling away, you check the time on your watch.

“Wanna go see what Dustin’s up to?” Steve gives you a cheeky smile.

“What, you mean like spy on him?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“Yup.” He nods.

“You bet I do. Let’s go see how many girls he’s got on his arm.” You giggle and the two of you drive off into the night. Who knows what’s in store for the two of you, but it’s sure to be good.

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The neighbor, chapter 6

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Who, me?

 After the almost-incident on the stairs, it was like a dam had broken. Dean was constantly around, more than before, and every single word he said, was dripping with implications and every undertone was screaming sex. He wasn’t alone. I decided that two could play his stupid game, and even if I did get flustered and stuttered through half of my words, I was not backing down.

Which led me here. Standing, staring at my door, in a pair of short cut-off jean-shorts, a flannel tied up, a little gaping at the cleavage – just enough to show my black, lacy bra off – and a pair of leather boots, with my hair in a braid down my back. I was just about to reach out for the handle, when I remembered something, and smirked, turning towards the bedroom instead of going outside.

I pulled the box full of weapons out from under my bed and scanned it. Guns, guns, more guns. I grinned, as I spotted the one thing, I had been looking for – my silver knife, with the leather hilt and the holster for it. I wasn’t above playing dirty, and this was dirty – Dean had told me once, that he found it way too sexy, when girls walked around with their knife like Tomb raider – in a holster around their thigh. I was happy I didn’t forget, but at the same time, I was worried; I might make a completely fool out of myself. I sighed and quickly strapped the knife down, tightening the holster and flicking my braid, before walking confidently out of the front door, before I could regret my decision.

It was hot as Satan’s asshole outside; the Kansas heat was sweltering, and I could feel sweat collecting already. I had my entire rouse set up; a bag of potatoes in hand, the bowl of water and a pot in the other, along with a bottle of water in my back pocket. I walked quickly and confidently towards the small bench situated right next to the house, and next to Dean, who was currently working over the hood of my car. He was shirtless, and it made a familiar tingling and heat swell in me, but I ignored it, bending over the bench with a low moan, setting my stuff down.

Dean looked up quickly, looked back at the car and then shook his head, looking back at me with wide eyes. I definitely had his attention now. I smirked and him and stretched, arms above my head, and turned just a teeny bit so the silver knife glinted a little in the strong sun. I could almost hear him gulp. I had to focus on keeping the laughter at bay, when he – in his haste to take everything in – tried to rest his arm on the car but slipped and dunked his forehead against the popped hood with a groan.

I quickly pulled my water bottle out and drank a little, letting a little water spill over and slide down my neck, on to my boobs, before it disappeared under my shirt. I cocked an eyebrow at him in a silent what? And turned back to the bench, sitting down with my legs spread a little wider than necessary. Dean heaved a deep breath and adjusted himself, before clearing his throat.

“Uhm… That’s an outfit, Y/N.” I smiled at him, as I pulled my knife out of it’s holster and tore through the bag, that held the potatoes. I shrugged. “Yeah, I mean… It’s hot, so…” I bit my lip, trying to seem so damn cavalier about it all, but my heart was hammering and all I could think was please, just fuck me, please, please… Dean cleared his throat as I started peeling the potatoes with my knife, letting them plop into the bowl of water, when I had them peeled. “What exactly are you doing…?” He asked in a husky tone. I looked at him and smiled innocently.

“Oh, just peeling potatoes, D. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?” He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing a little. He shook his head and smiled. “What’s with the nickname, sweetheart?” I smiled and plopped another potato in the water, before I whipped my knife on my shorts, letting it linger around my inner-thigh for a fraction of a second – just enough for him to see. “Since your fake name is so close to your real name, I’d hate for me to mess it up. D is just way better, don’t you think?” My voice was sultry and had an undertone, I’d never thought I’d hear from myself. I was full on flirting, and judging by Dean’s reaction, it worked. He chuckled under his breath and smirked at me. “Alright, sweetheart.” He turned back to the car, focusing on the engine again. Time to up the ante.

I peeled a few more potatoes before groaning loudly and wiping my forehead for sweat, that wasn’t there, before standing up and unbuttoning my flannel. Dean looked at me, eyes comically wide, and followed my hands unbuttoning my shirt. “Wh-what are you doing, Y/N?” He asked in a husky whisper, his eyes flittering over my exposed bra. I smiled and him and cocked my head to the side, biting my lip. “It’s so damn hot out here, I can’t stand wearing long-sleeved right now. Hope you don’t mind, D.” I said, winking at him as I slipped the shirt from my shoulders. I was now standing in front of Dean, bra on display, short shorts and an empty holster on my thigh. I felt sexy. He shook his head and drew in a few ragged breaths. “N-no, it’s… Uhm… Your home too, so…” He sounded distracted. I smiled and turned around, heading back to my potatoes. It wasn’t the sexiest thing to do, peeling potatoes, but it was the best I could come up with – so far, so good. His eyes kept flicking back and forth between the engine of my car and my breasts. I smiled at him every single time, his eyes fell on me – he forced a few smiles back, but he was definitely getting distracted. Perfect.

When the last peeled potato landed in the water with a soft plop I stood up, grabbing my water bottle and sighing deeply. Last ditch effort to fuck Dean up completely. I squinted against the sun and took a sip, letting the bottle linger close to my lips for a few seconds – just long enough to grab his attention – and then, I winked at him and poured the content of the bottle over my face, letting it drench my bra and slide down my stomach. He sucked in a breath and I moaned at the cool water running down my body, before I caught his eyes. His green eyes were almost black with lust, and he followed a drop of water dripping down from my neck to my bra. I stepped closer to him, our chests almost touching and ran a hand through his beard, while maintaining eye contact.

“The beard really suits you, D.” I whispered in a sultry voice. He was leaning in, but before he got too close, I backed up, grabbed my knife from the bench and the full pot of water and potatoes, and set off to the staircase. When I reached it, I turned to look at Dean, who was staring after me with his jaw slack. I smiled. “You should close your mouth before you catch a fly, sweetheart.” I laughed out loud at his dumbfounded expression.

 A few hours later, the sun was setting, and I had managed to actually eat something – the plan had worked perfectly so far, and I was on to step 2: take Dean Winchester down. I scrambled to get to my phone and quickly plunked in Charlies number, calling her.

“You, what’s up?” She answered after the second ring. I grinned. “Step one was perfect.” I said. She laughed and whooped. “Perfect, my little padawan, you’re doing amazing. God, I love this!” She squealed. I laughed. “Alright, so what now?” She asked. I put her on speaker, as I trotted around in my apartment, gathering the skimpiest pieces of clothing, I could find. “Well, step two is going to be a make it or break it, Charlie. I don’t know if it’s going to work, if I’m being honest.” “Ooooh-kay, what’s the plan?” I sighed and threw two bras down on my bed.

“Well, I may or may not have purposefully broken my shower.” Charlie laughed. “Man, this oughta be good.” I laughed and sat down next to the bras. “So, the plan is to call him up here, tell him what’s the problem and wear the damn sexiest slash sluttiest clothing, I can.” Charlie sighed dreamily. “Would it be too much to ask for a picture?” I laughed. “Charlie!” She giggled. “Alright, sorry, sorry.” “Anyway, when he comes up, I’ll be wearing that and I’ll tell him… Oh my god, it might not even work. What if he hates bad pickup lines, or shitty porn-dialogue?” Charlie sighed. “First off, you didn’t even tell me what you were going to say. Secondly, this is Dean we’re talking about. That dude would get his dick stuck in a drain pipe, if it told him a bad pick up line.” I grinned. “Maybe. Okay, I’ll tell him that I think my pipes may need cleaning… I think they might have to get stuffed.”

Silence rang through the phone, before a loud burst of laughter came through the speaker. Charlie was hiccupping at the end. “Dude, that is fucking amazing! I wish I could be there to see that shit, honestly.” I grinned. “So, it’s a good plan?” She giggled. “Perfect plan. After that, what are you going to do?” I sighed. “I don’t know, we’ll see what happens. I’m not going to bang him, I just want to… I don’t know, fuck him over.” Charlie laughed again. “Well, you’re going to fuck him sideways to Sunday, if this plan holds up. Good luck, girl!” I grinned. “Thanks, Charlie. I’ll see you Monday!” “May the force be with you, young one!” She hung up, leaving me to handle my outfit crisis on my own.

Before I could change my mind, I quickly slipped on a new black bra, lace covering the swell of my breasts perfectly, and a pair of black, lacy underwear. I was never one for thongs, so boy-shorts it was. I pulled my flannel on over it, and quickly dialed Dean, pressing the call-button before I could forget.

“David speaking.” I smiled and put on my most sultry voice. “D, I think my shower is broken. Will you come look at it?” I could almost hear him gulp. “Sure thing. Give me a minute.” He hung up. I drew a deep, calming breath. I wasn’t here to actually get it on with Dean, I just wanted to tease him. A lot. And yeah, maybe I did want his dick in the general vicinity of my pelvis, but that was a topic for another day.

A hard knock sounded from the front door, and I shouted, “Come on in, I’ll be right out!” and the door creaked open. “Y/N?” Dean’s voice rang through the apartment. I smiled and opened the door tot eh bedroom, stepping out. Dean’s eyes racked over my body. The flannel was open and hit the top of my thighs, showing off my legs and everything I had picked out – his eyes lingered on the black panties, and I cleared my throat, happy that I could elicit such a reaction from him. He coughed awkwardly, looking back at my face. I bit my lip.

“So… Uh… Shower?” He asked, pointing to the bathroom. I nodded and followed him in, walking close to him – I could feel his body radiating heat, and fuck me, I wanted him. He had changed into a more casual outfit, a pair of gray sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, and he was carrying a tool-box, which – for some reason – made me a little hot and bothered. I love men, who can use their hands.

I stepped in front of him, and led him inside the bathroom, bending over the tub, showing off my ass, as the flannel rode up. I could hear him spluttering, but I chose to pretend to not have heard it. “So, it won’t turn on for me, D…” I said in a loud whisper, looking back over my shoulder at him. He gulped. “Alright, let me have a look.” I smiled and stepped away, leaning against the sink. “I think the pipes might need cleaning, D.” I said. His hand slipped on the edge of the tub at my words. He turned around and cleared his throat.

“What did you just say?” I smiled sweetly. “Maybe… The pipes are a little stuffed?” I bit my lip. In a flash, he was on his feet, and against me; his chest was heaving, and his eyes were darkened as he scanned my face. He had effectively trapped me in between his body, the sink and his arms. I stared defiantly up at him. “You better watch your words, sweetheart. You’re in deep fucking water.” I grinned. “Who, me, D? What are you going to do?” I leaned forward, and my lips glided over his earlobe as I whispered: “You’ll spank me?” His breath hitched, and he pulled away sharply, catching my eye. “Oh, you have no idea, sweetheart.” We were so close, our noses were touching, but I refused to back down. I pressed my chest a little up, letting him feel the swell of my breasts. “Try me.”

In a blink of an eye, his lips were on mine. It was fierce, heated, a little angry and most of all, desperate. He grunted against me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me completely flush against him, swallowing my moan and let his tongue dance against mine. His beard was both soft, but scratched me in such a tantalizing way, all I could think was I want you between my thighs, and I moaned again, letting my hands run through his hair. It was a harsh kiss, and his hand grabbed my ass tightly, making me yelp a little – it wasn’t in a bad way, and it merely made me even more horny. My legs had somehow wrapped around him, his hands supporting my weight, as we bit each other’s lips, kissed and moaned against each other.

He pulled away as quickly, as he had crashed his lips against mine, heaving and panting. He searched my face, before his eyes softened, and then widened. His voice was shaky, as he backed away.

“Fuck… I’m… I’m sorry, Y/N.” he ran out of the bathroom, leaving me a frustrated, panting and honry mess.

 My plan had backfired.

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[whirlybirbs]

first kiss.

summary: ben takes you, the princess he’s been assigned to guard, to the markets as his time on cardota nears it’s end. confessions are made and kisses are had. word count: 1.5k rating: T, some kisses ok? a/n: i wanted to write fluff ok here u go! also, this falls in line with my other jedi!ben pieces. if u wanna read ‘em, here’s the masterlist! 

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“I can’t believe you brought me here.”

His laugh is bright -- like the sun on a warm day -- and you can’t help the contagiousness of it all. Your own smile is blooming, big and fearless, as you grip his hand and follow him through the bustling market. Ben’s glancing back, stealing encouraging looks, every few steps as you blink around in pure awe -- you could kiss him.

Market stalls bubble over with the spices and familiar staples of Cardotan delicacies. Voices raise and shout and laugh and you grin as Ben dips through a stall of jewelry and juts his thumb at the ornate jadeite pieces dangling from the roof. The stall owner gives you a smile and you stumble over the embarrassment stuck on your face as Ben is stretching and reaching to pull a necklace from a high hook.

In Cardotan, the woman chides that Ben is a nice catch. Good husband material, she says.

Tugging the scarf close to your face, you say nothing and simply nod. Your face is hot with embarrassment and Ben, meanwhile, bumps you a bit and tosses the stall owner his own credits. You give him a bit of a mortified look, cocking a hip to the side as he gives that stupid, boyish smirk of his.

“What? Why that look? It’s a gift.”

“Ben,” you shove his arm, “No.”

“Ben, yes,” Ben’s hands meet your shoulders and the padawan moves to clasp the necklace around your neck; it’s beautifully crafted with a pale green color and flowers carved into the beading, “Something from me, okay? So you don’t forget me after you move onto the next Jedi knight.”

“Ben, do you know what those beads --”

“Cost? Yes, I paid for it.”

“No --”

“Yes.”

You could kiss him.

Ben grins at how your nose scrunches and how your face goes red. Your fingers pinch at his sides and he tugs you close, looping his arms around your shoulders. You figure if he doesn’t know the significance of the beads, then it’s fine. You’ll hide them in your room later from your mother. She doesn’t need to know your personal guard just essentially proposed marriage.

“How could I forget you?” you roll your eyes and as Ben leads you through the market towards the food stalls, he thinks maybe this is a sweet moment. His chest hammers for a moment, throat going a bit dry as he blinks down at you. You meet his big brown eyes with an amused gaze. And then, you say, “You’re insufferable. Absolutely the worst. I couldn’t forget you if I tried, Ben Solo.”

“Good,” he grins, moving to steal your hand as he begins to shoulder his way through the crowds once more.

He’s tall, standing nearly a foot taller than yourself, and sticks out like a sore thumb. His padawan robes are dark, though, and they help him blend into the rick Cardotan urban landscape a bit. Ben wiggles through the market, fingers knotted tightly in your own as your other hand clutches the scarf to your face with purpose.

If you were to be recognized? Well, it wouldn’t be the best of situations.

You try your best not to admire the clear definition of his broad shoulders beneath his robes and certainly try to worm your gaze away from his backside to the best of your ability. But, it’s hard. Ben is handsome, and with every smile he shoots you, you swear you’re closer to kissing him silly.

Ben thinks about kissing you a lot. Late at night when Snoke is in his head, you’re a distraction from it all. You keep his heart busy, beating on towards the light. You look so different in a tunic -- less regal but still so beautiful. Your thick braid sways as you walk.

He could kiss you.

Ben tugs you into a bustling restaurant; he quickly motions for a table and you’re both escorted to a small corner in the back of the establishment. Tugging your tunic, you settle to the pillow on the floor and cross your legs -- Ben does the same but with much less grace. The boy’s limbs are far too long for his body. The nineteen year old clears his throat as he’s handed a menu by the server.

“For you and your wife, sir,” the man bows, stealing a quick glance towards you and the necklace around your neck.

Ben blanches, stumbling over his words. “Oh, uh, we’re not --”

“Thank you,” you bow, cutting Ben off and stealing him a look as the waiter dashes off.

Ben blinks, eyes wide. “Married? Why would he --”

“Ben,” you sigh, pinching the bride of your nose, “I was trying to explain… The necklace.”

The teenager pales, back going stiff and lips twitching in concern. “Oh no.”

“I mean,” you shrug, “It’s just a gesture -- an old tradition. Jadite is a sacred gem here on Cardota and it’s typically associated with fertility and passion; to Cardotan’s, it is a symbol of commitment. Though, nowadays, you have to go through the courts and --”

A pause.

Ben ducks his face into his hands. “Are you going to divorce me?”

Your words fall short and you close your eyes, snorting as Ben peeks out from his own hands and grins. His voice is laced with amusement. “I can’t live without you.”

You could kiss him.

And still, for some reason, the words strike you hard in the chest -- a bit like a punch. You wish, maybe, he meant it. That he would stay forever and never leave and be by your side for the rest of your days. You fight the somber slip of emotions that swallows you whole, but Ben notices it as soon as it happens. The force laps at your soul like the kiss of a wave; he’s prying.

He surprised when he feels the same emotions that dig in his chest late at night. With each day winding away, he comes closer to leaving you. And though Luke talks about connection and how dangerous it can be, Ben swears you’re the closest thing to the light he’s ever seen. His chest aches and so he reaches out and steals your hand again.

“I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“No,” you shake your head, “I just… I don’t want you to leave is all, Ben.”

“Can I be honest?”

His voice is soft and it scares you. You nod.

“I don’t want to leave either.”

He feels your heart hammer like his own. He feels the coil of affection wind tighter in your gut just like it does in his. The force kisses his senses with the warmth of your emotions and it’s intoxicating. Your flooded with relief, a small smile lifting your lips. Ben thinks it’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen. He stares a moment too long.

He could kiss you.

“Then don’t,” you say, “Stay with me.”

He moves, slipping around the table to your side and knocking knees with your own. In the corner, pressed away from the rest of the diner, he speaks like he’s not a Jedi. Like attachments are allowed and he’s in love. He is, he knows he is, but he’s pushed it away for the sake of his brain. If Luke ever figured out? He’d be kicked out. But, for you -- Ben thinks it might be worth it.

“Do you mean that?” his words are quiet, face close to yours as the scarf slips from your face and you nod. His fingers tug at your own; you swallow.

“I do,” you mumble, “I… If you would. I’d have you stay. A-And…”

“...And?”

Your eyes catch his lips then dart back to his big brown eyes. He looks scared, and for the first time you see Ben Solo vulnerable. Your words are warm. “And we’d be together. Because I care about you. You’re the first person to treat me like a person and not a porcelain doll. You’re brave and smart and handsome and --”

He kisses you.

His nose bumps yours and he misses your mouth a bit, but he grins so big and wide that you can’t complain, especially as his hands secure themselves to the sides of your jaw. Eyes fleet shut, digging to grip his robes and tug him closer as you both throw caution to the wind. It’s sweet and slow and gentle but you both pull away breathless and wade even deeper into the growing sea of affection. Ben’s face is pink, ears hot as he cards a hand through his mess of hair.

“So,” he breathes, lips meeting yours once again as you grin, “That necklace.”

“Are you proposing to me, Ben Solo?”

“No, god no,” he grins, “Not yet.”

Not yet.

You kiss him.

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Su Cuy’gar (Part 1)

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Revan froze in the middle of speaking to two of Canderous’s kinsmen as he sensed a familiar presence, he turned just in time to find Edric escorting two Mandalorians into the makeshift meeting hall.

“Revan.” One of the visitors says with an accent that was blended somewhere between Concordian and Coruscanti. The hood and goggles had been removed to reveal a youthful face beneath, familiar green eyes staring at Revan in wariness and shock. “What are you doing here?”.

“Tarre?” Revan asks as he moved toward the younger man who just stood there, staring at him with wide, dark green eyes. The elder Jedi could feel the shock resonating in the Force, yet he could sense no anger or fear, or  even resentment; the only other thing he could sense from his former Padawan was doubt and sadness.

Revan stopped short of actually reaching out to Tarre, just staring at the young man. Tarre’s features are sharpened and their was a now eerie peacefulness to his presence, in stead of a more chaotic one. He had grown too, he was only a centimeter or two shorter then Revan now.

“You two know each other?” Canderous asks as he watched them with mild interest, Revan knew that Clan Vizsla was one of Clan Ordo’s closest allies, if not the closest. 

“Yes, he was my Padawan during the Mandalorian War.” Revan responds as he kept his attention on his former Padawan and sighed, running a hand back through his hair. “Tarre, I....”.

Without warning, the boy just rushed forward and hugged him. “Cin vhetin, Master.” Tarre mumbled as Revan sensed overwheling joy coming from his Padawan. It was the first time in a long time that another Jedi had actually been this pleased to see him. “It’s the Jedi way to forgive, right?”.

Revan couldn’t help but chuckle at that as he returned the hug. “Yes, but that isn’t always the case, Tarre. Especially considering what I....”.

Tarre released him and then slugged his shoulder, in that rough -- almost painful -- way of his and jabbed his forefinger at him. “Don’t ruin the moment, Master.” Tarre warns as he folded his arms and gave a threatening smirk. “Seriously, I can yell at you later. Not even you are above mistakens and flaws.”

“Who are you and what have you done to my brat of a Padawan?” Revan recalled vague memories of thirteen-year-old Tarre and what many other Jedi had said about the boy being convinced he was some all powerful deity of sorts.

“I grew up.” Tarre responds thoughtfully as something flashed in his eyes too quickly for Revan to pick up. “Apparently, my kinsmen actually do care about me.”.

“Harm our children., we will kill you.” Tarre’s companion states icily, which caused Canderous to snort a laugh while Revan stared at the woman in a bit of shock. “If you decide to fall back into your previous self, I will personally gut you. Do I make myself clear, boy?”.

“Crystal, Sari. I’ll keep Revan out of trouble.” Canderous says as he waved her off, evidently accustomed to the woman’s attitude. “I am sure he regrets most of his choices.”.

Sari simply glared at Revan with eyes hardened from life and the same shade of green as her grandson’s. “And if you ever cast him out like you did, I’ll be sure to return the gesture, Vizsla.” Revan countered boldly, causing all those present to stare at him with looks of awe and shock, even Canderous seemed a bit taken aback.

“Oh gods.....” Grizzer muttered from his spot before the old woman actually let out a laugh.

“Ha! Candy, did you and Veela have a brat and not tell me?” Sari asks as she smirked at Canderous who actually seemed to be pondering that. And that was a very unpleasent thought, even if Revan did consider the man as family. “Now I know where Tarre got his boldness from!”.

“Grandmother.....” Tarre singsongs which caused Revan to resist a smirk while the old woman waved the boy off. 

“Right, right. Moving on.” Sari responds as she turned her attention to Canderous. “So, it’s true then? You are Mand’alor?”.

“It is, are you here to declare war of pledge loyalty?”.

“Loyalty, old friend. Now if were Veela, then it would be war.” Sari responds as she leaned against some crates, exchanging a look with Tarre. “Times are changing, might as well change with them if we wish to survive and thrive.” Sari offered her arm to Canderous, in a familiar gesture. “Clan Vizsla stands with you.”.

“Never thought I’d hear a Vizsla agree to change, much less you. “ Canderous remarks as he took Sari’s offered forearm.

“I made a mistake and my clan.....my family suffered for it. I chased my own grandson away because he was too terrified to speak to me because he thought I would kill him, and I probably would have.” Sari states sadly as she looked towards Tarre then back at Canderous. “Clan Vizsla has changed, Canderous. And I can see that you have too.”.

Tarre quietly moved over to stand beside Revan, leaning against him slightly. He was on edge, understandable considering who they were amongst. 

“Jedi beliefs are infective.” Edric points out with a teasing smile.

Revan nudged Tarre, who looked at him and he nod towards a more secluded area of the meeting hall. He had some catching up to do and some mistakes to fix.

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Convo over Skype with my friend (S) about asshole cat Vader XD

S: So this is horrible but lol https://padawanlost.tumblr.com/post/172603007740/lzzieolsen-darth-vader-in-star-wars-rebels in this gif set...the one where Vader like bitch slaps at Ezra with the saber

S: I laugh every time

S: completely unfunny fucking scene and all but lmao

S: it's just...actually a dramatic asshole cat

C: Yeeeep XD

S: swatting at padawans instead of glasses

C: lol

S: go home and take a nap Vader jfc

C: He'd swat glasses too, let's be honest.

S: LOL I saw that vividly and it just isnt getting less funny

S: every time there's some manner of boring Imperial Bullshit Meeting

S: doesn't even use the Force after like 10 years

C: lolololol

S: just casually reaching out and slowly shoving Tarkin's water glass off the table like BITCH SAY SOMETHING

C: I am just picturing the whole asshole raptor video, but with Vader instead.

S: Palps like -sigh- everyone ignore him so he stops it. LLOLOLOL

S: omfg I forgot asshole raptor

S: YES

C: XD

S: this is absolutely one of those things that's funny at first but then you cant unsee it lol

S: and every god damn time it's funnier

C:

Tarkin: "Don't you dare." Vader: -moves glass slightly to the left- Tarkin: "Vader..." Vader: -moves it again a little more- Tarkin: "Don't you--" Vader: -knocks off glass cutting Tarkin off-

S: LMFAO

C: XD

S: proceeds to pull the final insult move of just looking at nothing, as if you just fucking hallucinated that this all happened

C: Yesssss

C: XD

C: Damn I wish I could draw

S: ME TOO

S: two hours later...

Vader:...I have reason to be concerned about the mental health of Tarkin. Sheevs: ... Vader: He's insisting I did some foolishness with his water glass earlier. Sheevs: I literally watched you do that. Vader: did you, though?

C: LMAO

S: In two weeks Vader has managed to make everyone in the upper echelons of the Empire question their own sanity

C: -cackles-

S: additional thought: asshole cat vader au, krennic lives slightly longer because he discovered the effectiveness of laser pointers

S: eventually, this back fires when logic finally dictates that attacking the source of the red dot is what one should do

C: lololololol

C: omg yes, Krennic with all his airs being knocked over on his ass, cape over his head, hair all floofed

S: lolololol yeeessss

C: All evidence is instantly erased of this incident, because can't have Tarkin seeing that.

S: No definitely not lmao

S: disheveled, horrified Krennic screaming while he's drug off into the shadows like a half dead bird into the Vader Cave

C: Ends up having to bargain his cape to leave.

S: Palps: please stop bringing me these… Vader, standing there like ? amid a pile of mostly dead Rebels and at least three Imperial Admirals

S: LOL YES

C: Thrawn is the smart one, he gives Vader proper enrichment time.

S: Yeah Thrawn would be the only one to survive lmao

C: XD

C: And let's be honest, Thrawn is kind of an asshole cat himself. lol He's the superior alpha male asshole cat.

S: lol exactly, he has personal experience here, can handle this situation

C: XD

[smokahuntis]

When We Were Young

When we were young

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Song: When We Were Young - Adele

Warnings: FLUFFFFFF PURE FLUFFFF

Summery: As the Jedi’s hold a banquet to reunite all the Jedi from all over the galaxy, Obi-Wan finds a familiar face in the crowd that he can’t help but miss.

Everybody loves the things you do

The banquet was huge, Jedi from all over the galaxy attended. Retired, working, Masters in the force and even padawans were here for the Reunion. He could sense so many auras and presences and forces combined, but nothing compared to the aura he felt when she entered the room.

He was looking for her in an instant, knowing the familiar pull all to well. But would she feel it too? Had she moved on? Would she even recognize him? Last time he saw her they both had a braid in their hair, and she wasn’t a sergeant major of the Jedi forces. She was such a big deal it made him wonder if he should even try. No one but her troops had seen her in almost a year, and the only people to speak to her was usually master Yoda and Windu.

From the way you talk, to the way you move

When he finally got threw the crowd and saw her standing there, she was regal, stunning. Covered from her neck to her feet in a beautiful golden silks gown that had silver beading flowing up the skirt and long sleeves. A sash of blue across her chest with all her pins and medals, at the end of the sash was her lightsaber. If he remembered correctly it was a double sided blade with a dark blue hue. Of course he remembered correctly, he could never forget.

He paused before stepping forward into her direction, not knowing what to say and not knowing how to handle it. What if she really didn’t remember him. He had to try, at least congratulate her on her progress with the clone wars. Even he an actual general didn’t see her often.

Everybody here is watching you

Right when he actually found the courage to move forward towards her, so did everyone else. Going to congratulate her and speak with her. He sighed not wanting to just be one with the crowd, he needed to really speak to her.

But he could tell by the look on her face, the familiar smile he saw many times when they were still padawans. She was uncomfortable with all the people around her, she didn’t know many of them, but she put in her brave face. Just like she always did, but when one familiar hand reached hers a real smile coated her face, her master, Mace Windu.

Cause you feel like home, you’re like a dream come true

It was a smile he once was able to call home, the same smile that greeted him in the training yard and the day she made her lightsaber. But it was different from the smile she held for him in private, that smile was like a dream he could get lost in for days. It was bold and bright and beautiful, only kept for him. He always saw it when he snuck out of his room to go to hers at night, or when they both skipped training and ended up star gazing.

She was a dream come true, she’d grown to be just as stunning as he dreamed. Wishing Nothing more then go speak to her, but he didn’t want to bother her. She was busy and probably had a million other Jedi to talk to, padawans asking for advice. She would always greet everyone with a warm smile even if it wasn’t genuine, she hated events like this still, he could tell. But it was sweet she tried.

But if by chance you’re here alone

He was so distracted by over thinking what could happen he didn’t think of what was happening as her golden covered figure moved towards him. The bright smile from years ago covering her face as she looked at him.

“Obi?” She asked smiling at him in disbelief, his eyes met her and he smiled, all the feelings of when they were young flooding back to him as he met her kind eyes again. “Obi-Wan Kenobi...” she said his name again in more of a pleasant tone, happy and like a song. But she kept it professional, realizing he may not remember her.

“ Sergeant Major, (L/N)” he said taking her hand, still almost exactly like he remembered it, so much smaller then his, not as soft. It still fit into his like it was made to be there.

“No need for formalities, Obi-Wan...” she said looking at him.

“I think your husband wouldn’t like me calling you by your name Sergeant.” He replied and her eyes softened at his response before fixing part of his suit.

“If I had one, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

Can I get a moment, before I go?

His heart swelled knowing she wasn’t taken, knowing he could come back to her in ways he thought weren’t possible anymore. He held his hand out for her as he looked her in the eyes.

“May I have this dance then?” His voice was soothing to her, after all the years of combat. She smiled sweetly and took his hand.

“Of course.”

He moved with her to the dance floor, his empty hand finding the curve of her waist and sliding to her back, as hers rested on his shoulder.

‘Cause I’ve been by myself all night long

He swayed with her gently, being years since they’d both danced, specifically with each other. A calming silence fell over them, the only noise they really focused on was the soft music playing as people danced. Her eyes trailed his figure in front of her, still in somewhat disbelief of him being there, but his eyes never left her face. Trying to memorize it in case this was his last time with her again.

“I’m surprised you aren’t married, Obi-Wan...” she said finally looking back up to meet his eyes, he chuckled and moved his hand away from hers to push hair from her face and behind her ear.

“I could say the same to you...” he looked at her, all he could see was the Padawan version of her, small and ready to bite the heads of those who opposed her. The version of her he once loved, and the version of her that loved him.

Hoping you’re someone I used to know

“No man wants to marry a women who is of higher rank then him.” She said looking at him, he didn’t think before he spoke.

“I’d marry you.” After the words left his mouth he instantly went into shock and started to try and recover. “I-I mean I wouldn’t- I wouldn’t mind-“

“It’s okay Obi-Wan.” She smiled and moved the hand that rested on his shoulder to his cheek, he leaned into her touch, missing the familiar feeling much more then he realized. “I know what you meant...” she smiled and put on that cocky tone that always made him laugh.”you don’t mind living in my shadow...”

You look like a movie

“Yes that’s it.” He agreed and she laughed, the sound of music to his ears. But she was so beautiful in that moment, the way the light of the room danced on her face. She didn’t look real, she looked like a Star. She was to perfect to be here, dancing with him at the banquet.

When she calmed down and smiled at him her eyes caught something behind him. Turning his head to see who it was she frowned realizing this moment with her would quickly be over.

“Is that Anakin?”

You sound like a song

She smiled seeing him, Obi-Wan expected her to part from him completely to see Anakin but she didn’t. She linked arms with him as the young Apprentice approached them. She looked so graceful holding onto him like this, like they were her together, a couple. Just like they should’ve been.

“Sergeant Major (L/N)” Anakin states as he reached his hand out for hers, she took his shaking it firmly and giving him a small smile. “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“As it is to see you, you’ve grown so much.” She smiled taking him in, his all black attire raising questions in her head but she quickly dismissed them.

“And as have you, more beautiful I mean.” He said giving her a kind smile which she returned with a slight blush, but her other hand gripped Obi-Wan’s arm slightly tighter, sending a pride threw him he didn’t know he needed.

“Oh Anakin,” she giggled “as much as I’d love to continue this conversation, I have some serious catching up to do with-“ she was about to say his name, the name that always fell off her tongue with the most beautiful sound, but she was called over by her old master.

My God, this reminds me

“I’m sorry Obi-Wan, but I probably shouldn’t keep him waiting.” She kissed his cheek and walked over to Windu quickly. Leaving him with Anakin, and their eyes on her.

“You still love her?” Anakin asked causing the general to look at him in shock.

“I never-“ he started to protest but Anakin cut him off.

“You always perk up at the sound of her name, can feel her aura from miles away and you haven’t taken your eyes off her all night.” He started. “Expect for now, and it’s because we are talking about her...”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the woman in question, laughing and speaking with her Master and some other council members. It was like Déjà Vu.

Of When we were young

She looked so regal, so beautiful by the large windows of the temple. Laughing and smiling with her old friends and basically her family. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Mace Windu smile as much as he did when he bragged about how she was his Padawan.

Soon she moved away with just Mace Windu talking privately. Obi-Wan so badly wished to know what they spoke about, but she gave herself away with the small glances she gave to Obi-Wan as she spoke. However the face She made over something Mace said upset him. She was shaking her head and excusing herself quickly before walking out of the large ball room.

let me photograph you in this light

He quickly gave mace one last look before following after her, Anakin tried to grab his sleeve to stop him but Obi-Wan pulled away and followed her into the empty balcony that connected to the hall.

She stood alone looking over the railing of the balcony upon Coruscant. She knew he was there, she always felt his presence when he was close, always drawing her to him. She turned looking at him, he knew that look. It was the same look she gave him every time they almost got caught. It was worry, a little bit of guilt. She always hated going behind the Jedi’s back to be with him but why would she feel that ways now.

In case it is the last time that we might

“Obi-Wan” she said giving a weak smile before moving over and hugging him tightly. His arms instantly finding her waist as he held her close to him. He didn’t care that her pins and badges dug into his skin as he held her like this. He didn’t care if they made him bleed, he just wanted to hold her like this, like when they were young.

“(Y/n)” He said tucking her head under his chin, rubbing circles into her back. He hasn’t felt like this in years, like he was flying, like his skin was on fire and his heart was about to explode.

“Stars, I’ve missed you.” She said holding him liked her life depended on it. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as she spoke.

Be exactly like we were before we realized

She pulled away and looked at him, her eyes were watery and tears almost spilled the edges. It hurt him. “Obi-wan-“

“What did he say to you...” he asked quietly before catching a single tear that fell down her beautiful face. Moving his hands to cradle her head and look at her.

“The truth...” she said finally letting out a quiet sob as she tried to hold herself together. She was a strong woman, the strongest he’d ever seen, and to see her like this was a full 180 of who she was to the public eye. It’s who she was with him all those years ago, soft and open, caring. “That this-... seeing you Obi-Wan” she looked back up at him. “After all these years I thought I was over you, and seeing you tonight I ... I know that I’m not and it’s not right...”

We were sad of getting old, it made us restless

He let out a sigh and shook his head, giving a reassuring smile to her before kissing her head. “It isn’t right...” he started and it crushed her heart instantly. “But that doesn’t stop me from still loving you, it doesn’t stop me from wishing you’d never left all those years ago.” He passed coming to a question he never asked himself until now. “Why did you leave?”

“Windu... he... he knew and instead of taking me and you down from the rank of master he asked me to become a General for the outer rim Jedi...” she sighed feeling almost broken, but slowly picking the pieces of herself up. “I agreed so he wouldn’t expose you, but it got me where I am now.”

“And you’re a legend.... because you wanted to protect me...” he said taking it all in slowly.

“I almost said no, but then you took in Anakin after Qui-Gon and I decided it was for the best...”

It was just like a movie

He nodded and wiped away more of her tears. “You made a good call... but now that’s all over and we are both of the age for marriage given by the council...”

She looked at him in shock as she realized what he was saying. He was right, they’ve both been masters long enough for the Council to approve them of marriage. “I’m still a Sergeant Major of the Jedi Order and you are still a General...”

“And being able to share our love together once again will only make us stronger...” he pushed hair from her face and took her hand. “We don’t have to get married now, or this year or the next. But I don’t think I can go another minutes without having you, 16 years was enough...”

It was just like a song

“Obi-Wan...” she whispered as she moved forward, leaning in. He quickly met her half way, there lips locking together in a kiss that felt like life itself. Her hands moved to his face holding him there, his falling to her waist once more and pulling her closer. It was all just like when they were young.

Like when they would sneak out after training or find themselves in each other’s rooms late at night. They were like reckless teenagers again, stupid and in love. Not caring who saw them or who might find them anymore, because this was a love they wanted to show the world, it was a true love.

Oh god this reminds me

He pulled away first, resting his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes as her eyelashes fluttered at him. The feeling of here really being here, in his arms, in his heart, and in his soul, it was overwhelming. It was pure and a bond he never wanted to loose again.

“I love you...” she whispered only for his ears, only for him. “Oh stars I love you.” She laughed saying that one louder not caring who heard it this time.

“I love you too” he said using his thumb to clean up the smudge of her lipstick, she giggled and wiped it from his mouth as well. He held out his arm for her as he moved away. “Shall we, my love?” He asked and she quickly took his arm holding it securely, showing possession this time, not just the kind gesture as they reentered the ball room, exposing their love.

Of When we were young

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