#hondo: you should be so grateful

[beyondthesefourwalls]

Mix and Match Blurb Submission (from a new fan!) Rooster/Dealer's Choice/Piano (or alternatively, aviators, because why the hell not?)/"I'm not sorry."

Welcome, welcome! I'm so glad you're here!

This one was tough, but I hope you like it! It's a little bit of fluff, a little bit of angst. I may revisit this prompt in the future, for sure.

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And I'd Do It All Again

You’re sitting at the piano bench, your fingers ghosting along the keys when Bradley got home that night. It’s late, and on a normal day, he would have been home nearly two hours ago. But it wasn’t a regular night, and he had been detained on base for a reprimand. You hadn’t bothered waiting around for him, too blinded by your anger.

You don’t look up when he walks in, nor do you respond when he calls your name. Instead, you press down on the ivory a little bit harder. You’re not playing any specific melody or keeping any type of tune, but you think the screeching that is coming out of the instrument is a good representation of what you’re feeling right now. 

“Are you going to ignore me?” 

He sighs when you do just that. He straddles the bench beside you so that he’s fully facing you. You can feel his body heat and smell the mixture of jet fuel and his cologne. He doesn’t touch you and you think you’re grateful for that. 

“I’m not sorry,” he spoke gently. The piano makes an abrupt sound as you suddenly stop playing. Still, you don’t look at him. “You are a damn good pilot, and you deserve a lot more respect than what you get. I bite my tongue a lot more than I should when we’re at work, because I know you can fight your own battles and I know that’s what you want me to do. But you’re also my wife. And the moment some asshole thinks just because he thinks he’s better than you and can push you like he did? That’s not something I’ll ignore. I will never, ever apologize for defending you for that.” 

You sit in the quiet for several long moments as you consider his words. 

Truthfully, it had been inevitable. The hot shot new pilot who was subbing in for Omaha for the next few weeks had been more than a little demeaning since he arrived at Top Gun six days ago, talking down to not only you, but Phoenix and Halo as well. His patience was already running thin by the time the douchebag thought it was okay to push you when you showed him up in the classroom. The guy deserved it, but you hated that your husband even had to put himself in that position for you, and that he would potentially face consequences that impact his career for it. 

If you were honest with yourself, you were grateful. 

You finally turn your head. His whiskey colored eyes look back at you, imploring you to forgive him, but steadfast in not backing down either. You let out a sigh and shuffle closer between his spread legs on the piano bench. He takes it as permission and lets a hand settle on your thigh. 

“Is it going in your official file?” you ask quietly. 

“No. Mav and Hondo were in the room and saw it happen. They backed me up with Cyclone.” 

You breathe a sigh of relief and lean your body fully against his. His arms are immediately around you, holding you tightly. 

“You didn’t have to hit him,” you mutter into his khaki uniform shirt. He presses a kiss to your hair. 

“Yes I did. And you know it. Please don’t ask me to apologize, because I won’t.” 

You nod, knowing that, at the end of the day, you would have done the same thing if the roles were reversed. 

“Thank you for always wanting to protect me,” you respond instead. Bradley tucks a finger under your chin, titling your head back far enough to meet his eyes again. He connects your lips softly, the first one you’d shared since he left before you that morning. 

“I’ll always take care of you, baby. Always.” 

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[satashiiwrites]

wip whenever

was tagged earlier this week for tease tuesday (by @monsterrae1 I believe), making it into a wip whenever since I’m trying to wrestle this chapter into shape this weekend.

Tagging @monsterrae1 @outtoshatter @missanniewhimsy @whimsyswastry @rosieposiepuddingnpie @quietborderline @tkwritesdumbassassins and anyone else who would want to play along. No pressure as always.

Banner by me because boredom is never a good thing 🙃

From: Family, Familia, ‘Ohana, Chapter 13, Buck POV

Fandom: 911, H50, SWAT

Pairings: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz, Steve McGarrett/Daniel Williams, platonic Deacon/Hondo

Fic summary:

When one family seems lost another comes back from the past. But does Buck want to return to the past or live in the present? And does his present lead to a future he wants? Only he can answer these questions but Steve at least will be there to support him.

Tags/warnings: first draft. Not sure if this scene is going to start/stay the same in final draft. NavySeal!Buck, set post lawsuit/tsunami arc. Slow burn (as of now my drafts are >150k). Kidnapping mentioned this part. Eddie and Buck are talking/making things work.

“I thought you hated beaches anymore—after the tsunami.” Eddie’s voice is startlingly close, and Buck twists to look up at Eddie, who is kicking off his borrowed sandals to take a seat on the sand next to him. The smile on Eddie’s face is relaxed, with no signs of the stress of the last few days except for the bruise over his left cheek.  

Buck can’t help but snap a bit at the joking tone, feeling a bit too raw and open after being reminded it was his fault Eddie had been taken. “It’s not the beach that bothers me.”

“Well,” Eddie drawls as he sends up a small sandstorm by plopping into the sand close enough for Buck to feel his body heat and knocking into Buck’s shoulder, “then why are you out here glaring at the water like it has personally offended you?”

“It’s not…” Buck gapes at Eddie. “How can you be so…”

“So what?” 

The little smile on Eddie’s face grates on Buck’s last nerve. “So I should be okay with you getting taken because of me?!?”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Yes, it was!” Buck snaps. “It was all my fault!”

“No—it was Wo Fat’s fault,” Eddie repeats calmly. “You didn’t kidnap me.”

“Well, he kidnapped you because he wanted me to leave Steve,” Buck irritably points out.

“Again, it was his fault. He’s the one who ordered them to jump me and bring me here to Hawaii. Not you.”

“But,” Buck’s voice breaks, and he barely bites back the sob that wants to escape his chest. He feels like he can’t breathe and it was his fault Eddie was taken, that Christopher was parentless for how many days, and now Eddie is here and he’s… he’s…. 

“Buck, it wasn’t your fault. People do terrible things all the time. Not everything is your fault, even if it was partially about you.”

“It was because of me,” Buck insists stubbornly. 

“And did you do what Wo Fat wanted?” Eddie asks instead, leaning in slightly so their shoulders are brushing together again, separated only by the thin cotton of their t-shirts. 

“No!” 

Eddie’s perfectly shaped eyebrow does that questioning lift thing, and those whiskey-brown eyes are silently laughing at Buck, his lips still stubbornly quirked into a smile, driving Buck insane. It’s the look that Eddie gives him when he’s being too stubborn and won’t see reason, but Buck is trying to point out to Eddie that it really is his fault this time. 

“It’s not…” Buck struggles to find the right words to express his point. Eddie had been taken because of him. He’d gotten hurt because of Buck. Christopher had been scared and alone because of Buck. “You got hurt because of me. Christopher is alone in LA without you because of me.”

“Again, it’s Wo Fat’s fault. You leaving Steve and 5-0 might have been his goal—which I’m glad you didn’t do—but it is his fault, not yours, Buck. Get that through your thick skull. It. Was. Not. Your. Fault.”

Buck hates it when Eddie is like this. He knows he can’t refute Eddie’s statement, but he still feels like an elephant is sitting on his chest, and Buck can’t take a deep breath. “It feels like it is.”

“I know,” Eddie lifts his arm and slides it around Buck’s shoulders, pulling him in close, thumb rubbing against the skin right above Buck’s collar bone.  

Buck’s body betrays him, and he all but melts into the half-hug. He wants to bury his face in Eddie’s neck and shut out the world for a few minutes, hours—fucking days if he could. Buck is losing that headspace that he always depended upon when he was working as an active duty Seal, and without it, he feels like a quivering mess, so he glares out at the water and the sun beginning to head for the horizon. 

He doesn’t want to disappoint Eddie by breaking down on him. Eddie was the one who just went through a traumatizing experience—not Buck. 

“Buck, look at me.” 

He can’t. If he looks at Eddie and Eddie is being Eddie and nice and—

“Buck.”  

The tone of Eddie’s voice is all command and years of conditioning, first by the Navy and then by being Eddie’s partner at work, has Buck shifting to meet Eddie’s eyes, which shine with a warmth that chases away the chill of the wind coming from across the water. 

“It wasn’t your fault. You taking time to get yourself straightened out while I was being an idiot? Not your fault. I want you to take care of yourself. I need you to put yourself first sometimes,” Eddie calmly states, and each word rings in Buck’s ears. 

“You need me to?”

“I do.”

“Okay,” Buck weakly agrees. He’s helplessly held in place by Eddie’s gaze and the light touch where neck and shoulder meet. 

“I need you to take care of yourself just as much as I need to take care of myself, but I also want to be there to help you when you need it.”

“Me too. I want to be there for you, Eddie.”

The corner of Eddie’s mouth quirks up. “We’re partners, Buck. I have your back, and you have mine.”

“Yeah…” Buck wants to be more than just Eddie’s work partner. They’d started talking about this before Eddie’d been taken, but maybe things have changed? Maybe Eddie’s reconsidered? Those discussions had been before… before Eddie had been taken. 

Eddie reads him like a book, noticing the creeping doubt that whispers poisonous thoughts in Buck’s ear. “Stop it. Whatever you’re blaming yourself for—stop it.”

“I can’t help it.”

“Then let me help,” Eddie insists, tugging Buck closer, and the hot touch across Buck’s shoulder slips down to warp around his waist, trapping him as Eddie’s torso twists so he’s sideways, and Buck is pulled into his chest with a thump and trapped between Eddie’s arms. Buck is warm, and he never wants to move. 

“Eddie… what are we doing?” Buck asks, needing to know. What does Eddie want from him? He’s everything to Buck. 

“I…”

Buck has caught Eddie off guard with his question, and the other man licks his lips before replying. 

“I want to find a way for us to move forward,” Eddie cautiously says. 

“Forward?”

Eddie nods, a hand carding through Buck’s hair and then rubbing the back of his neck. Biting his lip and struggling visibly to find the words, vulnerability emanates from Eddie in waves that crash up on Buck, making him want to burrow further into Eddie’s hold and hide from what he’s sure is going to be something terrible that Eddie has to say. 

“I... I feel like there’s this part of you that I never knew about, and then I found out about the Seals, your life before me, and the 118 with McGarrett; I didn’t have a clue.”

“I would have told you if I knew you wanted to know.”

“I know you would have. I just…” Eddie pauses, squeezing Buck’s neck to emphasize his point. “It makes me want to know what else I don’t know about you. I want to know everything about you.”

“Everything?”

“Yeah, and I want you to know everything about me which scares the ever-living fuck out of me.”

“It’s scary knowing someone,” Buck echoes, wanting Eddie to keep talking. 

[xtarmanderx]

Also because I truly can’t only ever work on one project at a time, I started another S.W.A.T. fic for my series. I had a really hard time with the scene where Rocker boxes with Deacon in season 7, so I put my own spin on it and decided to add it to my series.

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He shouldn’t be annoyed by it. Hell, he shouldn’t be eavesdropping at all. But hearing Tan crack a joke about Luca’s morning smoothie sends a twinge through him and he can’t help but glance over as Tan and Deacon slip into the ring. When Deacon asks about hearing from Luca and Street, Rocker gives up all pretenses of minding his own business and openly states down the two men. Tan jokes about Luca enjoying the nightlife and god, it shouldn’t piss him off, but it does. He’s not a jealous guy by nature, knows without question that Luca is committed to their relationship, but he’s been on edge all week without his partner around.

His anniversary with Val always brings a rush of different emotions. Last year, he’d taken a personal day and spent most of it at the bottom of a bottle. Their divorce had been amicable, sure, but he’d been lonely and had no one to pull him from his own destructive tendencies. Today, listening to Tan and Deacon, that spark flares back to life. And Tan keeps digging his grave, oblivious to Rocker’s presence, and starts to complain about Luca.

He slowly eases up on biking, leaning back and taking a moment to catch his breath. He wants to fire back comments of his own, that Tan is a grown ass man and doesn’t have to work out with Luca if he doesn’t want to, but then Deacon opens his mouth. “Well, when you get to mine or Luca’s, even Hondo’s age, you got to push yourself to the limit every day just to maintain peak condition.”

“Peak condition?” The words are out of his mouth before he can help himself. The two 20-squad members stand down from their workout and turn wearing curious looks. And Rocker should shut his mouth now, should sit this one out, but he’s itching for a fight. “I heard they’re installing a stairlift on Black Betty to help all the old-timers on 20-squad get up inside.” He regrets the words instantly and hides them behind a cocky smile, licking behind his teeth.

“We’re not that much difference in age, you and me, Rocker.” Deacon gestures between them. He’s clearly trying to keep the peace and Rocker’s fucking grateful that neither of them mention Luca. But he’s not here to see Rocker at his worst and now it’s time to pull the gloves off.

[winniethewife]

Jewels made from stardust

(Poe Dameron x OC! Rhoswen Jewelace.)

Chapter 11: Someday she's gonna learn how to fly

A/N: This chapter is part of my art trade with @silver-night-m for my beautiful new tumblr set up.

Last Chapter ~ Next Chapter

Words: 970

“There you are!” Han said as he found the little red haired girl hiding in a corner. Han crouched down on her level, Rhoswen was only a little bit older than Ben. She looked at him with those big green eyes. He knew that the tragedy that took her parents life was terrible, but he couldn’t help but selfishly be grateful to have the opportunity to raise a little girl. Who cares what Hondo or the other senators think, He and Leia were perfectly equipped to be her family.

“Hey princess. What are you doing over here by yourself huh?” He asked as he reaches out to her, offering her a hand. Rhoswen, stays silent but puts her small hand in his as he helps pull her up to her feet. She looks up at Han with a worried look.

“Are…are you gonna send me away? Like the lady said?” She asked softly. Han felt his heart drop, she had heard the argument between Him, Leia and Amilyn. Amilyn thinking that another child would just distract Leia from her responsibilities to the New Republic.

“No, no. of course not! You’re a part of our family Rhoswen. I promise, you’re staying right here with us.” Han reassures her, lifting her up into his arms, settling her on his hip. “you’re gonna stay right here with me okay?”

“Okay” Rhoswen says quietly, as she rests her head on his chest. Han smiles at the little girl, glad that she was already so comfortable with him.

“I got you Princess.”

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“8…9….10! ready or not here I come!” Han shouts as he uncovers his eyes and starts to look around the house as he hunts down Rhoswen and Ben. He turns the corner to the kitchen where Leia is sitting at the table reading. “Hey, have you possible seen a couple of kids hiding some were?” Han asked as he bent over to give his wife a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh no, I have not. I haven’t seen them anywhere” Leia says with mock innocence while pointing to the pantry cabinet. A few small giggles coming from within. 

“Oh well that’s just too bad, I guess I’ll have to keep looking…Gotcha!” Han opens the pantry as Ben and Rhoswen fall out laughing hysterically.

“No! Dad you found us!” Ben cries out laughing. Han and Leia start laughing with them as Rhoswen gets to her feet.

“Now you hide daddy and we find you!”

“Oh boy here we go again” Leia laughs watching as her small family has fun on a relaxing day.

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“Are you serious Dad? I can fly the Falcon?” Rhoswen looked at her father bewildered. Han looked at her and laughed.

“Well, hopefully she’ll be yours someday. You should get to know how she handles. She’s nothing like the x-wings you’ve learned on.” He smiles at her and affectionately ruffles her hair. “You had to learn to fly one of these days.”

“Thanks Dad!” She hugs him tightly. Han smiles at her.

“Anything for my princess.” He says softly and kisses the top of her head as he holds her close. He was happy to have her. after a moment she pulls away and runs off to tell her friends. Han smiles watching her, she’s grown up so fast, experienced so much. With her brother recently leaving to learn the ways of the Jedi, He felt like time was slipping away, like sand between his fingers.

Rhoswen sits in the falcon looking around after Poe had gone to bed.  She sighs, it had been so long since she had just sat here, enjoying the feeling sitting where her dad once did, although Poe always did complain the seats were too small, threatening to replace them once or twice, but he know how much she needs the falcon to be just as it was. 

“Hey Princess.” The familiar voice fills the cock pit Rhoswen shakes startled and turns to see Her dad leaning in the doorway. She blinks a couple times.

“I…I must be dreaming.” Rhoswen laughs. Looking at her father feeling the tears start to sting the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah, probably, but I’m glad to see you kid.” Han walks over and sits next to her in the co-pilots seat. “So, Dameron huh? Your mom and I had a bet going to see if you two would end up together, I guess I owe your mom some credits.” He smirked at her. She laughs.

“Dad…I missed this. Missed you.” Rhoswen looks at her father. “I had no idea the last time I saw you…”

“Would be the last time. Yeah me neither kiddo.” Han sighs and looked away for a moment. “I’m Proud of you Rhoswen. You grew up to be an amazing woman, I couldn’t have asked for a better Daughter.” He smiles and looks over at her. Rhoswen feels the tears streaking down her face as she stands up moving to embrace him.

“Thanks dad. I love you.”

“Love you too kid. More than anything.”

“Red…Baby…Red?” Poe’s voice echoes in her mind. Han chuckles.

“Time to wake up Princess, See what lover boy needs” He kisses her fore head. Just then her eyes flutter open, she fell asleep in the piolets chair, clutching her dads jacket around her. Poe sat crouched in front of her.

“Hey…you alright? You didn’t come to bed and I was worried.” Poe looked at her with adoring dark eyes, a look of concern across his features. He touched her face. “you’ve been crying?”

“Yeah, sorry, I had a dream about dad. It was…like he was here.” She wipes the tears from her eyes, sitting up.

“Hey its okay. Come here I’ve got you.” Poe wraps his arms around her holding her close.  “Shhhh….I’m here. I’m here.”

“I know…I know.”

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Masterlist

Tag: @femmeanonymelives

[sinisterexaggerator]

NSFW Headcanon I've developed but am too much of a coward to put on my own blog

Because of Hondo's unfortunate past as a slave, he likes to be in control when making love, as it gives him a sense of power he craved during that time when he had none.

He would never force it on anyone, but should the lover of his choice choose to be submissive, he would be ECSTATIC and extremely grateful.

Of course, he's still going to make sure your needs are met.

Interestinnnng. Thank you for sharing! I have a bit of a different take which @allsystemsblue and I developed together because we can't stop talking about Hondo.

Well, for one, Hondo was a child when he was sold, but he quickly rose through the ranks of Porla the Hutt's court and became his advisor.

To that end, he did have some power in his role as Porla trusted him enough to well, give him advice. I am sure the Weequay used this to his advantage.

Teeth mentioned Porla might be the only Hutt he is cool with. I don't see him being friendly with Jabba per say, or any other Hutt for that matter, but perhaps Hondo being so helpful over the years gave him a pass when he stole all those ships and speeders from his former master.

My assumption was this: in canon we never hear of Porla retaliating, or trying to get revenge. Why not? Maybe he liked Hondo. Maybe he respected him. Maybe he was like "you know what, go, do your own thing, you deserve it."

He was probably so rich a few ships didn't matter. Hutts are not ones to back down, usually. If he really wanted to come after Hondo or wanted him dead, chances are we would have heard about it (I assume.)

I perceive Hondo as a switch. There is no doubt in my mind he would love to dominate his partner, but at the same time he does not mind being submissive or giving control over to someone else. Just look at Aurra Sing. I wonder who wore the pants in THAT relationship? XD Most likely Sing. I am of course referring to their on-screen kiss and his reference to Boba being "his kid."

They definitely fucked.

Also, it is a wonder to me that if Hondo is potentially opposed to slavery because of his past, why is he so willing to hand over Ahsoka? Profit of course! This man has few scruples, at least during the Clone Wars.

And I 100% agree. No matter what happens, Hondo will always make sure you get yours before he gets his.

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Note/Edit.

While Hondo could have sold Porla’s secrets to his enemies, we do not have proof he ever did this. We also do not know how Porla felt about Hondo, but he never went after him in canon after the fact, so that to me speaks volumes.

[padmeanddorme]

Star Wars Christmas Special- Love on Life Day

Padme.2008

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Life Day, 8 years after the defeat of Darth Sidious, better known as Chancellor Palpatine….

Radiant rays of sweet morning sunlight seeped through the majestic, tall windows of the apartment. The warm rays lit up the lavender and lapis hues of the young woman’s golden-accented sitting room. The brunette hummed a traditional tune her old friend used to perform to her on a Nabooian hallikset and allowed a smile to settle on her face as the sun warmed her soul. As she continued to soak in the sunbeam’s sensation, she finished weaving a violet velvet ribbon around the gift before her. Padmé Naberrie Amidala-Skywalker then sunk further into the comfort of her cream-coloured couch and allowed a sigh of long-awaited relief to flow out her mouth. The Life Day gifts were finally all wrapped, and Padmé could now place the rest of the presents wrapped within graceful Karlini silk under her apartment’s miniature Tree of Life. All the former Queen had to do next was to determine what festive clothes she should wear. Oh! How could it slip her mind that she had to wake up her children and-

“Ani!”

Padmé laughed as she felt someone run their fingers through her waterfall of chocolate curls. Padmé carefully twisted her head around to meet her husband’s gaze, only to notice nobody was situated behind the sofa. Which meant that-

“How did you get there that quickly?” Padmé questioned in awe as she gazed at the gorgeous, sleepy brunette now snuggled beside her.

“Morning Angel,” Anakin mumbled sleepily, propping his head full of honey brown curls on her shoulder. “I guess I’m just fast because I’m really desperate to get snuggled up next to you.” Anakin smirked; his cerulean eyes drooping shut like a rosy, red nightbloomer finally succumbing to the harsh conditions of Jakku.

“Hmm sure,” Padmé begun, rolling her eyes as Anakin’s eyelids reluctantly opened so he could stretch his broad shoulders.

A moment of sweet silence passed as the former Jedi Knight repositioned himself against the couch. Padmé took this moment to shuffle closer to her husband and to lay herself against Anakin, using his bare chest as a comforting cushion.

“What are you doing up this early? And who is that gift for?” Anakin queried suddenly, his sleepy mood fading as he finally realised what celebration fell on this day.

Padmé giggled at his childlike excitement, her bubbly laughter only increasing as his fingers began swimming through her hair.

“I had to wrap this gift for Rex last minute. I forgot to do it last night as I was supposed to, seeing as someone insisted that we watch a holofilm instead of preparing for today like we previously planned.” Padmé sighed, running a hand along her silky sky-blue nightdress to rid it of creases.

“Hey!” Anakin laughed, pressing a kiss on the crown of Padmé’s pale forehead. “In my defence, Galactic Bandits was a holofilm the twins have been harping on about watching for ages!” Anakin pouted, before puffing out an exasperated huff.

That was the Skywalkers. Always with a flair for pursuing drama and adventure, even if it was only in the form of a holofilm.

“Now Leia and Luke will hopefully shut up about it!” Anakin continued, grateful they ended up watching the movie starring Hondo Ohnaka last night, as it provided him with another excuse to snuggle with Padmé.

“I guess that’s a somewhat reasonable excuse for not preparing for Life Day,” Padmé giggled, reflecting on how lovely it was to watch a holoflick with her family, crowded under blankets.

“It’s also a good excuse for snuggling with you without being lectured by Leia about doing too much PDA,” Anakin laughed, reminding Padmé of how their children despise witnessing romantic moments between Anakin and herself.

Padmé could not keep back an onslaught of giggles at Anakin’s remark.

“I don’t think Leia would have noticed us cuddling, Ani. She was too busy harping on about how she wants to go to Florrum to meet Hondo for Life Day.” Padmé sighed, praying that a brief visit to Florrum would not end up in Leia being recruited by the fickle Hondo Ohnaka.

Anakin snorted, imagining his daughter using her disc-shaped droid Lola to distract the oblivious Florrum pirates while Luke would attempt to steal a Kowakian monkey lizard.

“I hope that we never set a foot down on that planet. Obi-wan and I got drugged there even though we swapped our drinks with other pirates!” Anakin recalled the memory he was not overly fond of, leading Padmé to erupt into light laughter.

“Hmm, I think it’s best we don’t take Luke and Leia there. I would end up resorting to aggressive negotiations, what with some of the pirates having a reputation to think that women are objects.” Padmé admitted, anger rising up in her like a candle flame igniting.

Yet Padmé’s train of thought soon halted, as she realised her wary words may stir up some memories of Anakin’s not so carefree childhood, reminding him of the stress of slavery.

Anakin winced slightly at her words and traced a finger down his eye scar in an attempt to distract himself.

Witnessing his worried expression and noticing how withdrawn he suddenly seemed sent an onslaught of guilt to wash over Padmé.

Fortunately, once Anakin’s hands clasped around Padmé’s stomach, and she begun soothingly tracing patterns on his calloused, flesh hand, Anakin’s tense shoulders seemed to deflate.

She pressed her lips to his warm hand, knowing this gesture of affection always calmed him during those terrible times in the war where he broke down into sobs and shakes. Sometimes all the death and destruction would finally take a toll on the Hero with No Fear.

She smiled softly as she felt him bury his face in her land of chocolate locks.

The two could communicate without words or even a whisper, with Padmé reflecting on how Anakin retreating to her curly hair meant he was relaxed and relishing in his wife’s peaceful presence.

Once again, the two were basking in silence, with the occasional beep from a speeder in the crowded Coruscant air lanes being the only interruption to the bliss.

The serenity led Padmé to reminisce on those few revitalising days she spent with Anakin after they married all those years ago. Where there was no distractions nor dread, only the chirping of birds, the soft sensation of Anakin’s lips against hers and the refreshing swims in the Varykino lake.

“What were you humming before?” Anakin murmured suddenly, his typically confident and passionate voice quiet and whisper-like when he was sharing an intimate moment with the love of his life.

“It sounded beautiful, my love.” The Hero of Fear remarked with his voice that would command clone troops being sincere and sweet with his wife.

The Senator of Naboo blushed deeply at the compliment. “It was an original song Sabé played to me a few times on her hallikset,” Padmé reflected, her ordered mind remembering her loyal, determined friend that Anakin would joke was her mysterious doppelgänger.

“Sabé was a skilled hallikset player because she studied how to play it at the Theed Conservatory before she served as my handmaiden,” Padmé explained with a laugh.

She could not help but reminisce on those catchups between formal meetings with the Naboo Royal Advisory Council and body double trainings where Sabé would play her family’s hallikset to Padmé to help alleviate the stress that accompanied being a Queen at 14. And the stress that would consume her at the thought of being away from her family.

“She used to play this song when I was stressed out and I figured it could be a lulling lullaby to sing when our little baby is born.” Padmé admitted, gesturing to her baby bump. Luke had been teasingly joking that it appeared as if there was a tooka hiding underneath Padmé’s colourful clothes.

“Well, it’s a beautiful song that you sing so angelically. And if it calms you down, it might settle the twins down too!” Anakin exclaimed, impressed by how Padmé humming skills made her seem even more angelic than she already was.

Padmé blushed at Anakin’s kind words, reflecting on how there could be no gift that compared to her heart-warming husband and cheeky children.

“Thanks, Ani.” She murmured sleepily, hoping the little life within her would find her singing soothing.

“That reminds me; are Sabé and Tonra coming today?” Anakin questioned with a booming yawn.

It was evident that the former Jedi General forgot that Obi-wan, Cody, Rex, Fives, Jesse, Ahsoka, Kayden and Dormé confirmed they were the only ones who could celebrate Life Day with them.

“Unfortunately, they can’t. They already had pre plans to celebrate Life Day with their new friends on Tatooine, and they believe that Life Day will serve as the perfect cover to sneak former slaves off-world.”

“Oh, I forgot about that,” Anakin laughed, as he placed another kiss on Padmé’s forehead. “Guess that’s what happens when you spend all day yesterday baking and cleaning to prepare for Life Day,” Anakin stated, reminding Padmé to finish decorating the Wookie cookies freshly cooked yesterday.

She also mentally noted to prepare some more Hoth chocolates and to dice up some Jogan fruit for Anakin’s salad.

“Anyway, why are you such a sleepyhead today?” Padmé teased, reflecting on those days in the Clone Wars where Anakin was quite used to waking up during unreasonable hours to be shipped off world.

Anakin nuzzled his face against Padmé’s halo of freshly washed hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her Jesmin kelp perfume. He had grown fond of her perfume ever since she had received a barrack load of the fragrance from colleges in the Senate.

“I guess you become a sleepyhead when you have two stubborn, troublesome twins,” Anakin sighed as he rested his golden prosthetic hand on Padmé’s swollen stomach.

“And another baby on the way only makes you anxious and more tired.”

In response to Anakin’s confession, Padmé intertwined her warm hand with Anakin’s familiar chilly cold prosthetic one, hoping the two of them could detect their offspring’s kick.

“Hmm, that is a reasonable point,” Padmé giggled, pondering if her two eight-year-old twins were still drifting off in the world of distant dreams.

Anakin hummed in agreement, acknowledging that their tiring twins were also grating on the cheerful Padmé from time to time.

“However, I think your stubbornness gene is to blame for Leia and Luke’s silly spirit, Mr Hero with No Fear,” Padmé joked, her fatigued muscles beginning to relax in the comfort of her husband’s welcoming, warm embrace.

Anakin rolled his curious cerulean eyes. “I’m stubborn? Says the one who continues to serve in the Senate despite several assassination attempts on her life!” Anakin scoffed, running his other hand through Padmé’s mane of hair.

“Fine, another fair point!” Padmé reluctantly agreed, smiling softly.

“Milady, let us not forget that you went directly to the planet where the person who wanted you dead was, despite being advised by the Jedi Council to not leave Tatooine.”

Padmé heaved an amused sigh, realising Anakin was being quite reasonable.

“Hmm, someone’s speechless!” Anakin giggled, leading Padmé to slap his robe-covered arm playfully.

“Shut up, Ani!” Padmé grumbled in fake annoyance, internally grateful that the Clone Wars, which had spread like a disease, instilling chaos, destruction, and death into the galaxy, had dissolved 7 years prior and now let her enjoy her lovely life with her family.

The couple drifted into comfortable silence, Anakin being quite smug with himself, having outsmarted his intelligent wife.

“You’d make some convincing arguments as a senator, Anakin.” Padmé suddenly noted, despite knowing her husband would rather be taken hostage by pirates than having to resort to diplomatic negotiations.

Just as she assumed, Anakin began blatantly refuting her words.

“Absolutely no way in the kriffing force. Just because I married a politician and am friends with about 3 others, does not mean I want to be one!” Anakin argued desperately, leading light laughter to erupt and fill the air.

“Mind your language Senator Anakin Amidala-Skywalker!” Padmé commanded with a laugh as Anakin huffed out a defeated sigh and rested his chin on her head.

Light laughter continued to fill the air only to be replaced mere moments later by squeals and screams.

Anakin had begun mercilessly tickling Padmé’s muscular shoulders.

“Anakin!” Padmé breathed between giggles as she attempted to untangle herself from her husband’s arms.

Anakin ignored her pleas for mercy and begun to tickle her neck. He smiled softly as he noticed Padmé’s neck was adorned with her Japor Snippet.

Finally, after resorting to attacking Anakin with tickles back, Padmé was able to squirm her way out of her soulmate’s embrace.

The chuckles faded into silent serenity as Padmé rose from the couch and twisted her sore back. Being 7 months pregnant was strenuous on her petite, short frame.

However, the comfortable silence as Padmé stretched and Anakin aggressively rubbed his eyelids to fight to stay awake was soon disrupted as Padmé released a small gasp of shocked surprise.

Immediately, Anakin practically leaped from the sofa so he could rest a hand on Padmé’s slender shoulder to steady her.

“What’s wrong, Angel?” Anakin panicked, anxiety evident in his voice and the concerned cock of his eyebrow.

Padmé’s shocked expression soon settled into a calm, content one.

“I’m ok, love,” Padmé reassured her husband gently, reaching for his prosthetic hand.

Anakin cautiously allowed Padmé to press his hand against the soft fullness of her baby-bearing belly.

“Can you feel the kick?” Padmé breathed in awe, her chocolate eyes following Anakin as he knelt carefully on the floor and rested his head against her swollen stomach.

Anakin took a few moments to recollect himself and to detect the strong, swift thump before he rose to his towering height.

“There’s definitely a fighter in there!” He grinned, lifting a hand to caress Padmé’s cheek.

A wide smile etched itself onto Padmé’s soft features, for she was elated to see Anakin’s excitement to becoming a father to another child.

Padmé hummed in agreement before she clasped her hands around Anakin’s neck and gazed into his intense, intrigued eyes. She had always been fascinated by how much emotion Anakin could convey with his eyes.

“Do you know what else this child is going to be?” Anakin exclaimed, gesturing to Padmé’s stomach teeming with midi-chlorians.

“What is that Ani?” Padmé responded as she gazed at the early morning traffic zooming past their apartment.

“Generous, kind-hearted, cunning, courageous and beautiful, just like their mother,” Anakin smirked, his smile becoming smugger as he noticed a rosy, red hue wash over Padmé’s cheeks.

Padmé’s cheeks heated up as she blushed, and she felt as if her cheeks’ heat could compare to that of the twin Tatooine suns.

“Married 11 years and you still know how to make my stomach flutter,” Padmé admitted shyly, resting her hands on Anakin’s chiselled cheeks.

Anakin’s blushed intensely at her remark, his skin tanned from the twin Tatooine suns flushing a rosy red.

“11 years on and I’ll still never get sick of kissing you,” Anakin laughed, lowering his neck so he could meet Padmé’s lips.

The two were transported to a world of wonder, filled with bliss and magical memories as their lips met. Their eyes slid shut as they savoured the moment of the physical, passionate connection between them. Padme ran her fingers through Anakin’s shoulder-length curls as he deepened the gentle kiss.

However, the tender moment soon was interrupted. Interrupted by two troublesome twins.

“I seriously didn’t want to wake up to this.” A sassy yet sweet voice exclaimed with disgust.

Anakin and Padmé’s eyes shot open, and they attempted to calmy untangle themselves from one another, making quite a scene for the unimpressed children before them.

“Leia, you wouldn’t like it if mum and dad judged you for kissing someone, would you?” The gentle-natured Luke Amidala-Skywalker quipped, always trying to calm Leia’s wild streak.

Anakin and Padmé glanced at one another, conveying their embarrassment to be caught red-handed kissing one another. However, they soon set their concern aside as Leia crossed her arms in impatience and huffed out a sigh, waiting to hear what excuse they had for making out this time.

Padmé lowered herself to a kneeling position, ready to explain that kissing was nothing to be ashamed of, before both Luke and Leia surprisingly tackled her into a hug. Anakin soon dove to the floor and his arms draped themselves around Padmé’s shoulders like the finishing touch to one of her elaborate outfits.

What a memorable moment this was. All her life Padmé had longed for a family of her own and when she entered the world of politics, she was concerned she would never be able to seize the opportunity of creating her own family. Yet, here she was, balancing out being the Senator of Naboo, who would soon transition to the role of the Chancellor of the Republic, as well as being a dedicated mother and wife.

Padmé wished she could freeze this peaceful moment and savour it for all eternity.

The Amidala-Skywalker family soon released one another, with Luke and Leia both eager to help their aching mother up. The two realised carrying a breathing being within themselves would be a tricky task, hence they had been spending the past few months helping with more chores and leaping at any opportunity to aid their mother.

“Thank you, for the hug you three. Now what Luke said before is right, Leia,” Padmé started as her energetic children tugged her along to the kitchen.

“Besides, without your father and I loving each other, you two wouldn’t be born.”

Leia nodded her head begrudgingly, her hair full of chocolate curls bouncing together and mirroring Padmé’s hair cascading down her back.

“I guess you’re right, mum. But if I see dad staring at you with goo-goo eyes today, I am going to kick him out of the Life Day party!” Leia remarked playfully as she glared at her stunned father.

“I mean, now I am definitely going to have to judge Leia even if she kisses someone who is good enough for her,” Anakin teased, as he winked at his little Princess and headed towards the silver fridge.

Luke erupted into giggles, as did Padmé. Leia laughed but also decided to sprint towards her father. She only returned to her mother’s side once she had whacked Anakin’s leg with brute force.

“Ouch!” Anakin complained as he rubbed the stinging sensation on his leg and watched Leia bolt away.

“Not cool, Leia. No more whacking, ok?” Anakin sighed, as he opened the fridge and let his eyes search for some suitable breakfast food.

“Leia, no whacking your father. And Ani! You poor thing. Though your remark was a little harsh,” Padmé sighed in concern, before she motioned for Luke and Leia to sit on the shiny breakfast bar stools.

“What? I’d judge Luke too if he decided to kiss some stuck-up, half-witted, scruffy-looking nerf-herder!” Anakin laughed.

Anakin then tuned into the force and harnessed his connection with it so he could float 2 ripe-looking fruits over to his kids.

The confident twins giggled at their father’s remark and lifted the juicy Jogan fruits levitating before them to their mouths.

“And what would you like, Angel?” Anakin queried as he passed Padmé a bottle of Blue Milk and swooped some of his mop of brown-blonde hair behind his ears.

As Padmé collected some glasses and poured the milk into her twin’s cups she pondered on what food she was able to consume when she was pregnant with Luke and Leia.

“The leftover Five Blossom Bread please, Ani.” Padmé requested politely as she fetched some water for herself and Anakin.

“Coming right up, Milady.” Anakin chimed, as he set 2 plates with the soft, fluffy bread atop of the free spaces of the glass benchtop.

“Why thank you, Master Jedi.” Padmé giggled at the mention of the nickname before she settled into her chair, ready to bite into the tangy bread.

The family then enjoyed their morning meal in comfortable silence, with Luke and Leia occasionally attempting to pinch a piece off of Anakin’s bread loaf. But their attempts were to no avail, seeing as Anakin used his quick as lightning reflexes to shoo their hands away.

Padmé could not help but laugh at her children’s frustration and fascination at Anakin’s skill of handling the force.

“Hey, um….” Luke begun speaking out of the blue as he rose from his seat to dispose of the jogan’s red leaves.

“Yes, sunshine?” Anakin responded, flicking his breadcrumbs on to Leia’s ceramic plate as he directed his gaze to his sandy blonde-haired son.

“Hey! Keep your crumbs away from me!” Leia giggled, snatching her plate away and heading over to the silver sink to scrub her dish.

“Who’s that present for, over there, wrapped in the Karlini silk?” Luke queried curiously, motioning at the present idly laying on the circular glass table between the apartment’s main couches.

“Do you remember when we were embroidering the jaig eyes symbols onto that pale blue shirt last week?” Padmé spoke, twirling around to face Luke as she headed towards the kitchen to help Leia finish cleaning the rest of the plates.

“Mmhm. Didn’t you say that the eyes are a Mandalorian symbol rewarded to soldiers for acts of courage?” Luke replied, kindly smiling to his dad as Anakin floated over a disinfectant wipe to him and motioned for him to wipe clean the breakfast bench.

“Yes, many Mandalorians and clone troopers have these symbols painted onto their helmets and armour plates.” Padmé begun, remembering how her dear friend Rex had explained this to her when Anakin had introduced them to one another early into the Clone Wars.

“So, that top with the jaig eyes is a present for Uncle Rex that you can give to him later today.” Padmé explained as she passed a freshly cleaned dish to Leia to dry with her special Nabooian tea towel that was a gift from her parents.

“Oh, that makes sense! When are Uncle Rex, Aunty Soka, Uncle Ben and all the others going to arrive anyway?” Luke questioned as he narrowly avoided crashing into his dad who was cleaning the cushioned chairs.

“About 2 hours I reckon,” Anakin confirmed, glancing at the cream-coloured chronometer on Luke’s wrist.

“Plenty of time for you to do my hair then, please?” Leia begged her dad as she wiped dry the last plate and studied her mother emptying the soapy sink.

“Ok Princess, but I need to shower first, so how about you get changed?” Anakin replied, as he disposed of the disinfectant wipes used and then headed towards his and Padmé’s shared bedroom chamber.

“Alright. Well Aunty Soka or Cody can do my hair if you take a lengthy shower then.” Leia beamed, being excited to spend time with her uncles and aunties. Leia secretly also desired to use her persuasive skills to convince Cody, Rex or Dormé to teach her how to become a specialist with a blaster.

Anakin froze on his path to the fresher for a moment, sensing Leia’s desire to do something suspicious. Yet, Anakin could not pinpoint what antics his daughter was planning in a clear sense, only being able to sense her mischievous desire to trick the guests arriving later today. Ahsoka must have been teaching Leia how to develop a sturdy mental shield. Anakin twisted around to face his feisty daughter, offering her a weary smile and a raise of his brow, before heading back on his way to the apartment’s ensuite.

“Leia. Luke. Get dressed please,” Anakin commanded with a playful tone as he disappeared into the round room in which he installed a new shower in during the previous week.

A synchronised sigh escaped Luke and Leia’s mouth. The two troublemaker twins could not wait for the creative celebrations of Life Day to commence.

“Race you to the wardrobe Luke!” Leia announced, her craving for adventure and action leading her to sprint to her and Luke’s joint bedroom.

Luke froze as he finished wiping the glass bench, a surprised and sad expression washing over his face.

Despite having witnessed many more heartbreaking situations during the war, Padmé’s heart still ached at the sore sight of Luke spinning around to face her, tears ready to stain his purple pyjamas, eyes pooling with salty tears.

“What’s wrong, Sunshine?” Padmé spoke softly, kneeling to wrap an arm around her shy son.

“Leia always wins, and she never waits for me to line up with her. It’s not fair that she always gets a head start and then teases me about losing afterwards.” Luke whimpered, burying his face into his mother’s pearl-decorated shoulder.

Padmé sighed softly and gently placed a soothing hand on her son’s back as Leia slipped inside her bedroom.

“Oh, Luke. I’ll have a chat with Leia about the importance of being kind and playing fair. But I want you to cheer up and remember that we don’t always win and get what we want. Sometimes this is for a reason. Losing shows us that there’s always room for improvement and teaches us that we need to remember to celebrate other people’s successes, not just our own. Ok, Sunshine?”

Luke lifted his face to lock his gaze with his mother’s chocolate eyes. He sniffed softly and allowed a smile to dance over his features as Padmé wiped a stray tear away from his pale cheek.

“I understand mamma. Thank you.” Luke admitted, standing up straighter and shrugging his insecurities away.

That was Padmé’s strong son. Able to act upon the advice of others, able to not be ashamed of his emotions and able to forgive others despite their mistakes.

“You know,” Luke begun, intertwining his fingers with his mother’s, and helping her rise to her feet. “That was the perfect example of how you are going to be an incredible chancellor!”

Luke beamed at his words and begun to guide his mother to her bedroom.

He then glanced up at Padmé and offered her a toothy grin that was a spitting image of Anakin’s.

The 35-year-old beamed in response to her son’s comforting comment, reflecting on how anxious, yet eager she was to become the new Chancellor of the Republic within a matter of 7 months. The upcoming month prior to assuming her responsibilities as Chancellor would allow Padmé to wrap up her career as the Senator Representative of Naboo, with the 6 latter months being scheduled for Padmé’s maternity leave.

What a bustling time Padmé had ahead of her. Fortunately, this Life Day would remind the former queen that she had many friends and family members that would graciously guide her.

“Thank you, Luke. I guess I have a considerable amount of experience with speeches!” Padmé laughed lightly, as Luke’s hand slipped out of hers so he could head to the spare refresher to brush his teeth.

Luke chuckled as well before the mother and son parted ways, ready to prepare for the liveliness of Life Day.

“Oh, Luke,” Padmé murmured, before she begun to slip her bedroom door shut.

Luke twirled around to glance up at the woman who continually inspired and impressed him.

“It’s your turn to steal and wear your father’s Jedi cloak!” Padmé chuckled, reminding her son of the annual tradition the Amidala-Skywalker’s enjoyed carrying out each Life Day since Padmé proposed the scheme.

Luke grinned cheekily.

“When dad is occupied with all the guests, it’ll be the perfect opportunity to sneak into your room and to fetch it,” Luke giggled, bouncing on his feet in delight and brushing a small hand through his short golden locks.

“Perfect idea until he catches you. I’ll hang the cloak up in my closet next to my gold picnic dress, ok?” Padmé proposed, resting a hand on her swollen stomach.

“Uh huh!” Luke replied giddily, his young face shining with excitement.

“I’m sure Leia will lend me Lola for her favourite tradition. Lola can keep watch for me while I steal dad’s cloak.” Luke reasoned as a sly smirk etched itself across his normally day-dreaming face.

“Alright, keeping getting ready and I’ll see you soon!” The sensible woman reminded her helpful son, before striding over to her wooden wardrobe, knowing the perfect outfit for the day that would spread laughter and love.

Her outfit would symbolise the values that Wookies aimed to promote when they created the Life Day holiday. The former queen would become a beacon for unity, joy, and harmony.

∞∞∞

“You’re telling me that the Senator Amidala, as in the gorgeous Naboo senator that we nearly painted a portrait of on the Marauder, sent us a holo transmission yesterday, saying how she wants to meet us next week?”

Wrecker was astonished, awestruck and internally anxious. It is not every day the opportunity arises that will allow you to meet your dreamy idol. The idol that you propped up on a pedestal.

Tech sighed, propping his goggles with golden lenses to rest on his tanned forehead. “Yes, I do believe that’s what occurred while you, Echo and Omega flew off to Ord Mantell for some mantel mix.”

“And need I remind you that we did not need more mantel mix. We already have two crates full of-”

Wrecker collapsed back on his red, rusty chair, heaving a melodramatic sigh, and raising a hand to shush Tech.

“Why did you wait this long to tell me?” Wrecker whined, running a hand over his blinded eye before his thin lips settled into a pout.

“Well, I’m guessing they didn’t want to deal with you watching the transmission on repeat and ranting about how you want to negotiate with her all day long.” Echo complained, fiddling with his short cybernetic hand.

“We already know you’re interested in her. Don’t need to hear the same info on repeat.” Crosshair bit out, trying to rein in his flurry of annoyance at Wrecker.

“Aghh! I just want to watch at least one minute of the transmission, that’s not too much to ask, eh?” Wrecker begged, gazing intensely at Hunter for affirmation.

Hunter adjusted his reddish bandanna against his chocolate mullet before he sighed heavily.

“You might want to reel in your excitement, Wrecker. The senator is happily married and with two kids.” Hunter advised as he rose from the co-pilot chair to fetch his handy, hidden vibroblade.

Omega and Wrecker had decided to create a new Life Day tradition where they would steal and hide Wrecker’s vibroblade somewhere amongst the Marauder.

Wrecker’s dismay was evident as his eyes widened in shock at Hunter’s words.

“Hunter is correct. Senator Amidala and General Skywalker revealed to the holonet they were married at the beginning of the Clone Wars and were expecting twins eight years ago, a few days after Commander Fox shot the Chancellor.” Tech confirmed, recalling the chaotic day those 8 years ago when Fox had witnessed the chancellor pleading for Anakin to succumb to the dark side and decided he would end all the deceit and darkness once and for all.

“May I add that, in the transmission, the senator was hugging the General. And she indicated she is pregnant with another child when she stated she wanted to carry out a mission with us before she heads on maternity leave.” Tech explained, the words rushing out of his mouth and proving he was one to notice the minor details that seemed to brush past everyone else.

In sync, both Wrecker and Echo’s mouth dropped in utter surprise, leaving Crosshair and Omega, who were sitting and playing sabacc in the spare space of the cockpit, to snicker smugly.

“I seriously knew it!” Echo laughed, launching up from his chair in a joyous jump, leaving a bewildered expression to wash over the rest of the batch’s faces.

“Fives, Jesse, Kix, and I used to bet on General Skywalker’s relationship with the senator, after noticing he always disappeared after mission briefings on Coruscant. We also kept noticing that he would always twitch whenever he was around her on a mission, as if he was battling the urge to hug her.”

A mere moment of silence swept throughout the Marauder as everyone processed the fact that Wrecker would now never stop wallowing in woe at the reality the revelation enforced.

“I mean, I can see why she picked General Skywalker, but…. still….” Wrecker trailed off, grumbling in frustration.

Yet, his eyes soon darted towards the now 21-year-old Omega as she rose from the grey floor and headed towards him, her shoulder length halo of blonde hair bouncing as she strode with purpose towards her fun father like figure.

“Let’s look at this in the spirit of Life Day; yes, you have no hope of dating the senator, but I’m sure she’d still love to become your friend!” Omega smiled, laying a tanned hand on Wrecker’s armour-plated shoulder.

Wrecker grunted but soon grinned. He always appreciated Omega’s attempts to cheer him up.

“I guess you’re right about that kid,” Wrecker laughed heartily, before he stood straight and hurried over to lean over Tech’s slender shoulder.

“Speaking of Life Day, Tech, you need to set course to Kashyyyk, so we can celebrate Life Day the traditional way!” Wrecker established, ruffling the short, slicked back brown locks of Tech’s hair.

“Get that hand away from me, Wrecker!” Tech grumbled, swatting away his brother’s large hand before he inputted the coordinates for the thriving forest world of Kashyyyk in the nav computer.

Wrecker grinned as the Marauder rumbled and then rocketed forward at the command of Tech, launching into the mesmerising realm of hyperspace.

“In the 8 years we’ve all been together, how have we never celebrated a Life Day on Kashyyyk before?” Omega laughed, as she walked past Hunter.

Hunter shrugged, only to yell in bewilderment and irritation as Omega snatched his bandana from his head and ignored his protests.

“Actually, I think that’s because Crosshair here is insistent that we stay away from crowds of people,” Echo explained, glaring at his toothpick chewing brother.

“You got that wrong. He is insistent that we always head to abandoned droid factories for target practice on the decommissioned clankers.” Hunter finally explained, with the bald Crosshair smirking at the memory of sniping hundreds of B1 battle droids the previous Life Day.

“Well, next year that won’t be happening!” Wrecker exclaimed excitedly, settling back into his worn and weathered chair.

“And why is that?” Crosshair muttered, as he meekly motioned for Omega to come continue playing Sabacc against him.

Omega rolled her brown irises at Crosshair’s impatience and cocky attitude before she hurried over to her brother, adjusting her red pauldron with a skull painted on it as she did so.

“Well, I’ll obviously be best friends with the senator, and she’ll invite us to her fancy Life Day parties!” Wrecky confidently claimed, a smug smile settling over his face.

“Uh huh, and you don’t have the slightest worry that she’ll actually choose to spend Life Day with the General and her kids?” Echo pondered, as he reflected on how Wrecker’s irritable infatuation with the Senator reminded him of a distant memory that would always lead him to chuckle. That carefree time when Fives admitted he was amazed and attracted by the fiery spirit and beauty of Senator Amidala, only to claim the next day he was joking, after Rex had a special chat with him. Now he realises that Rex was likely persuading Fives to drop his childlike crush, seeing as the General had already captured the Senator’s heart.

“Don’t ruin his moment, Echo. You’ve got to let him dream, even though his dream is ridiculous.” Crosshair slyly commented, only for his smirk to fade into a frown flushing over his oval face.

Omega had revealed her cards- showcasing she had won the round of sabacc with the winning hand of an Idiot’s array.

“Kriff you!” Both Wrecker and Crosshair muttered monotonously in sync.

“Language!” Omega laughed as she winked at Hunter, who proudly realised that his daughter had finally beat Crosshair in sabacc.

“It’s a Life Day miracle!” Omega confidently announced, rising to her tall height, and setting her cards on display to an impressed Tech, who happened to be her Sabacc tutor.

Echo laughed victoriously. “I’m glad that you finally beat that cheater. Now, you can give me your luck and I’ll win. Then he can stop calling me a di’kut.” Echo muttered, his thin face erupting with joy. *Note that di’kut means idiot in Mando’a. *

Wrecker’s scowl at a pissed and pouting Crosshair soon transformed into a bright beam.

“Great job, Kid! At least your victory is cheering me up!” Wrecker laughed heartily, stroking the stubble on his chin, his grey eye lighting up in his excitement for the tattoo-adorned Omega.

“You know what? I think we should let Wrecker watch the transmission,” Omega exclaimed suddenly, laying her cards on the polished floor beside a ticked off Crosshair.

“For a Life Day present. On this day we are meant to be honest, loving and giving, and right now, Wrecker is upset. And Hunter, you always taught me that if we have the ability to help someone, you need to do something.”

Wrecker grinned at the passionate pilot and fearless fighter called Omega that he helped raise. She was compassionate, yet cunning, courageous, yet vulnerable and skilled, yet always willing to learn.

“If you are all finished rumbling on, I do believe we will be out of hyperspace in a minute. We can watch the transmission then head out to enjoy the festivities.” Tech words were a knife that cut the comfortable silence.

Wrecker’s excited elation was evident as he rose from his rosy, red chair, bounded towards a concerned Hunter, and then skidded to a halt.

Hunter rolled his eyes and heaved a sigh as Wrecker pouted pathetically at him. Hunter wondered how his dark hair had not withered away to a grey colour with all the times Wrecker would be childlike and throw caution to the wind.

He decided that guilt, in the form of Omega, would jab him if he did not be compassionate to Hunter on Life Day. So, he reluctantly rose from his chair and begun striding towards a glaring Crosshair.

All the Batchers studied Hunter intently as he jolted to a stop in front of Crosshair and lowered himself into a crouch. It was a strange sight, Hunter only crouched down for missions, and even then, he would reluctantly crouch, muttering about how it strained his legs and did not provide any helpful vantage points.

“Cross, the holo projector please.” Hunter calmy commanded, his voice always reflecting his confident and commanding presence.

It was no surprise nor shock when Crosshair rolled his eyes and continued chewing his worn toothpick.

“I thought we decided to not give Wrecker the chance to be annoying.” Crosshair muttered with a smirk, knowing full well he would resort to fishing Hunter’s holo projector out his battered helmet seated next to him.

“Crosshair, come on, in the spirit of-”

Crosshair sighed and fished the small metal projector out of his helmet’s embrace.

“Ok, ok. Enough with you bugging me.” Crosshair muttered, as he placed the holo projector firmly in Hunter’s gloved hand.

“Finally. I was concerned for a minute you’d start acting like a Sith Lord or Seppie who loathed Life Day.” Omega laughed, as she glanced at her nails painted in a radiant red.

“Hmm, speaking of Life Day, please hurry and show Wrecker the transmission. Then we can enjoy the festivities with the Wookies.” Echo insisted, praying that after a bubbly break on Kashyyyk, he would be able to visit Fives and his girlfriend, the fierce handmaiden Dormé, before Life Day was up.

“Alright, calm down.” Tech uttered, as Hunter slid the holo projector into his hand. Tech smiled softly as he remembered he was the one Hunter trusted most with handling technology and transmissions.

A few presses on the golden disc later, and a miniature, blue, glowing version of the esteemed and elegant Padmé Amidala-Skywalker fizzled to life.

Wrecker’s grey and blind eyes widened in eager excitement as the short senator appeared on the projector Tech grasped.

The Naboo Senator was smiling in a flowy, magenta nightgown that was decorated with a sparkling collar lace. Chocolate curls flowed down her back, and she proudly presented a necklace with a hand-carved, beige token draped around her next. With a hand resting on her stomach and one on her hip, the senator, even though a glitching transmission seemed to possess a regal, commanding presence.

“Hello, Clone Force 99. Well, my husband tells me you’re better known as the Bad Batch. I’m Senator Padmé Amidala-Skywalker. And I’d like to introduce myself and explain why I’m contacting you at what many would deem is an unseemly hour.” The Senator cheerfully chirped as Wrecker and his brothers settled in their seats, ready to serve the friendly senator at a mere moment’s notice.

“Throughout the Clone Wars, I dedicated myself to fighting for Clone’s rights and access to citizenships. I still fight for this cause as I have enjoyed serving alongside many clones, such as Captain Rex, Marshal Commander Cody and the late, honourable Commander Thorn.” The senator continued, her soft smile fading for a moment as both she and the Bad Batch, took a moment to mourn the loss of Thorn and all those thousands of clones who perished in the war.

Just as her lips parted to speak, a pair of gloved hands out of eye’s view poked her slender shoulder.

“Skywalker, I’m guessing,” Echo mused, recognising the leather gloves.

General Anakin Amidala-Skywalker stepped into view as the Senator craned her neck and smirked at the scruffy, dark-blonde haired man.

“Hello boys, it’ll be good to see you again. And Crosshair, I’ve bought my own sniper you can have a look at.” Anakin smiled, as he wrapped a long arm around Padmé’s hip.

Wrecker’s smile faltered a little at the realisation sunk in that the Senator was indeed merrily married. Yet, he brightened at the thought of just becoming her friend. A beam soon etched itself onto his face as he a smile washed over Crosshair’s face. Crosshair surprisingly had taken a liking to the intelligent, cunning Hero with No Fear.

Padmé leaned comfortably against her tall husband before continuing.

“Now, before I head on maternity leave and retire as senator, I’d like to meet you all and discuss a mission I’d love you to accompany me on.” Padmé expressed calmy, before she was interrupted by a sudden, shocked squeal.

Anakin rolled his eyes before slipping out of Padmé’s embrace. He jogged out of view, presumably to the source of distress.

“Sorry, don’t mind my kids. They’re meant to be getting ready for bed, but one of them must have spooked the other somehow,” Padmé calmy sighed, leading Hunter to smirk at her children’s antics.

“Omega, lucky you weren’t as disruptive as that.” Hunter laughed a hand to his painted cheek, as Omega rolled her chocolate eyes and smirked.

“Anyway, while Anakin deals with that, I’d like to propose a plan. I would be grateful if you’d all be able to meet me on this day, next week, at my Coruscant apartment. I will send the other details later.” The Naboo senator confessed confidently as she whipped a datapad into her hands from a glass table beside her.

Her determined eyes came to focus on her datapad as she gave a moment for the Bad Batch to process her words. They had not been hired for a mission since pirate queen Maz Kanata welcomed them to her antique, stone castle and requested they rescue Wookie Chewbacca from the greedy clutches of Hondo Ohnaka.

All clones realised it would be beneficial for them to finally align themselves with the Republic, so they could have protection from hostile forces and be able to get back in contact with their friend Marshal Commander Cody.

“I’d like to discuss if you’d be willing to serve as extra security on my upcoming trip to Tatooine, where I intend to persuade Jabba the Hutt to abolish his criminal empire.” The 35-year-old senator continued, and she incorporated her notes on her datapad into her words.

Tech blinked in mild surprise, before the others followed suit. Jabba was a wealthy, feared and well-connected criminal, and to knock him out of business would set a massive target on Amidala-Skywalker’s head and potentially spread death and destruction across the galaxy, like a disease.

“I know it’s a risky move, what with bounty hunters, pirates and other dangerous criminals lurking in that vile Hutt’s palace and with Jabba being a respected, powerful figure, but I am dedicated to eliminating all slavery from this galaxy, and I want to convince Jabba to join the Republic.” The soon-to-be chancellor explained, her voice coated with passion and purpose.

The members of Clone Force 99 exchanged concerned yet impressed glances with one another, realising that they also stood with the peaceful ideals Padmé was deeply dedicated to.

“It will be mutually beneficial. I realise that Jabba could profit from having connections to well-off senators and the galaxy will be a better place without slavery, illegal trading, and the sacrifice of people to rancors.” Padmé breathed, a hand settling on her chest as if her dream of peace of prosperity for all materialised in front of her.

“So,” the former Queen begun, as Anakin swooped into the frame, as gracefully as an intelligent convor bird, with two young children trailing beside him, hands tucked tightly in Anakin’s grasp.

“I hope you will consider joining the Republic and joining me in my mission to eradicate slavery. Please, comm me back if you will be able to meet me next week. It will be a pleasure to finally meet you, after Anakin here has told me of your heroics and humour.” Padmé smiled, as the girl with lengthy hair cascading down her shoulders attached herself to her leg and the short boy with a shy smile snaked his arms around Anakin’s leg.

“May the Force be with you, Bad Batch.” Both Padmé and Anakin sung in sync with a smile while the young children lifted their hands and waved goodbye while giggling.

Then, the glowing transmission faded.

A mere moment of silence surrounded the Bad Batch before Wrecker launched out of his seat.

“Please, we have to join the Republic and be a source of support!” Wrecker gruffly begged; his thin lips showered with stubble pressing into a beam.

“The senator does have a point; Jabba’s palace is a dangerous place. And I know that the senator is completely capable of being able to protect and defend herself, but it always helps to have back-up. Especially when your leader happens to be pregnant and wanting to enter criminal-filled territory.” Echo thought aloud, his fingers stroking his ghostly pale chin.

Omega smirked and nodded her head, her blonde curls bobbing up and down as she did so. “I reckon we’ve got a date to meet the Senator.” She exclaimed; her chocolate eyes filled with joy as she noticed how elated Wrecker was to be set up for a new mission.

“The Senator can use all the back-up she can get. I’ve heard there are some real slimy bounty hunters that roam around that palace. Like Bossk and Aurra Sing just to name a few.” Wrecker noted, as he cracked his knuckles, indicating he was boiling for an adrenaline-filled fight.

“I guess it would be nice to get some more frequent missions…” Hunter murmured, a tanned hand stroking his chin.

Omega liked to joke that he would always mimic the ‘Kenobi’ move. Apparently, Jedi Master Obi-wan Kenobi always stroked his beard in the footage reporters for the Holonet always snapped of him.

“And joining the Republic would mean we could easily get back in contact with Rex and Fives!” Echo exclaimed excitedly as he and Tech exchanged a convinced glance.

Echo was obviously missing his old captain and batchmate.

“Alright. I’ll come along. But only if you promise this is the last Life Day that we will spend not shooting clankers.” Crosshair sighed, as he collected all the sabacc cards and began neatly piling them.

Crosshair was always one for insisting his surrounding setting be minimalistic, neat, and clean.

“Ok,” Hunter begun, all eyes expectantly gazing at him. It was as if he had settled into the position of the respected parent of his crew.

“We’ll go teach some slaver scum a lesson.” Hunter announced with a smirk, leading the Marauder to become filled with triumphant cheers and laughs.

“It’ll be just like the good ol’days.”

[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Chris was the first to comment. "I didn't peg Luca as the submissive type not at all or if ever, but I'm trying that with Street." She answered in a matter of fact tone because she simply would. "And you've no idea. I love it, I really love it but when you bruise in places you don't want to he bruised, it makes it awkward for walking around."

Annie of course mortified by the conversation but silently she was taking notes of what Fallon and Chris were talking about when she finally said. "Maybe I should look into spicing things up."

Luca had never been so grateful to get pulled out of Sapphire's grasp and he puffed out his cheeks, signalling it was a close shave. "Jesus I thought she was gonna......you don't even wanna know what I thought she was gonna do." He said to Street as he took the much needed shot from Hondo, grabbing another one from the tray. "Is she supposed to he that handsy?"

chrisalonso-domluca-jimstreet​:

Chris laughed innocently. “It just…..it’s complicated, do the less people know the better.”

Annie on the other hand wasn’t laughing and she wasn’t a prude, or so she thought, but it was obvious that she was. “I really don’t think so.” She commented in response. “And that’s not…..any judgement on you two but…..I think if I even suggested that both of us would die.”

Luca sighed, knowing that Street was right and it was only one shot, so what could hurt. “I hate it when you’re right, but sure, I’m gonna take it.” He lifted the glass that had been slid closer to him, clinking his glass against the rest of them. “A few drinks don’t hurt.”

“Yeah it’s complicated” She snorted softly before raising a brow “So do you two like send dirty pictures to each other and everything too? I know that’s one way to keep men on their toes and keep it under wraps. 

“Oh Annie” She smiled and reached over to squeeze her arm lightly. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” She shook her head, “Some people prefer vanilla and that’s fine too” she added. 

“I’m always right” Street gave a nod and threw back his shot with a hiss. “I hate tequila” He winced. “But it gets the job done” He added with a snort nod. “You wanna text your wife before we get started make sure she knows you’re still coherent?” He teased

[ohnakatransportsolutions]

"You know what, just admit it: you don't know how to fly this thing." Poe pulled his chin even higher up, in an attempt to seem older and surer of himself than he was. But the pirate's arguments were true: they were stuck on the ship, just the two of them... and maybe working together wouldn't be the worst idea to get out of here and rendezvous with his master. "Hmmpf. FINE. I guess. But I'm taking you to my master - he's gonna decide what to do with you."

“I can fly it just fine! I just happen to be a very sociable Weequay. And it isn’t like you have anything better to do anyways except sit there and pout. You’re a Padawan no? This should be a good lesson for you.” It could perhaps be profitable for himself as well. A lesson from the Pirate Ohnaka himself in exchange for some credits. A deal of a life time.

Hondo started to walk towards the bridge of the small vessel, looking back to see if the boy was following. “And just who is your master then? Perhaps I know them. I’ve met quite a few Jedi.”

[dollmoth-productions]

I'm tired

⚠️TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR AND DRUGGING DO NOT DO ANY OF THIS ITS NOT HEALTHY ⚠️

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“I'm tired “ that's what Moth thought their body hurts everything hurts. Moth wished that the pain would stop. But it won't they are trapped with crazy people. They are tired. They missed their families.  But they do have a family right? Their mind is too chaotic even to think. they are tired but they can't sleep. they wonder if this is their life now trapped in the middle of nowhere. To make some crazy fantasy a reality. They went back to when they thought Hondo was just some awkward guy that needed some friends. Oh, how wrong they were. Moth was trapped with their thoughts for who knows how long before they saw Beatrix walk into their room with her hands behind her back.

Moth sat up with some trouble scared there was a pause. They looked at Beatrix with such wonder and fear. Beatrice on the other hand with a smile she slowly revealed a sewed up Sparrow moth looked disgusted but tried their best to look like they thought it was pretty. Of course Beatrice forced it inside of moth's hands " it's a gift for you to get well soon because Dad obviously had to help you a little bit because well you were sick. She smiled not really realizing the situation she just thought she was making a gift for her favorite sibling she sat down by Moth looking around noticing how empty the room was " you must be so bored I'll put you in your wheelchair so you can come downstairs" Beatrix lifted moth up with ease obviously because they haven't eaten in a few days because of the infection they were much lighter. Moth was scared they were still holding on to the sewn up Sparrow disgusted at the gift but acting like they loved it. Moss was still in pain but they felt safer here they were wondering if they were truly breaking or they were just themselves.

Although they were quite happy to be by someone that wasn't as crazy looking at Adarna smiling. Although they probably know that no one was looking for them anymore they know that this was the best case scenario they weren't being killed and they were being taken care of to some extent. Maybe they should be grateful. Maybe this is their true family. Maybe it's meant to be like this. They were in their mind before Hondo gently walked behind them and ruffled their hair " hello dear, you look positively tired…. By the way did you dye your hair? it's all white." He said, still smiling looking down on them. Moth looked at him for a second before they looked over at a room's reflective surface noticing their hair was almost White " as much as I would want to dye my hair….. Dad I can't. I was too sick the past few days. I think it's just because of stress. ``They said with a shaky tone. Not wanting to make him angry he tilted his head before he nodded "I see!" He walked off before pulling up a book and looking up symptoms of hair turning white because of stress.

While  Moth was down there they were just silent most of the time. They didn't really want to talk that much; they just wanted to relax or fall asleep; they were so tired. They started feeling their mind drift off finally accepting sweet sleep before they were awakened again from Beatrix " so did you like your present? I know you like birds especially since you like Mom so I thought Sparrow would fit you better!" There was a long pause as moth is trying to gather their thoughts they didn't want to hurt beatrix's feelings cuz they didn't want to get punished they fake to smile and looked at them with the kindest eyes they can manage" it was six you obviously put a lot of thought in it" they said through a very tired tone hoping praying that Beatrix would fall for it. There was a moment of silence before Beatrix hug moth Beatrix hugged moth for such a long time it started to hurt " sorry for hugging you so long it's just this is the first time you ever referred to me as your sister oh I'm so happy" moth gently pulled Beatrix away trying to help her with her emotions. They smiled " I'm glad you're really happy but please be careful when you're hugging me I'm hurt at the moment" Beatrix quickly nodded and apologized before leaving briefly to get more information about the search party.

No one was in the room besides moth and Leonora  there was a long span of Silence the only sound being of the TV finally she spoke " so Hondo amputated your ankle last night" she said bluntly but worried moth looked over at her and weekly smiles " didn't even bother to give me a shot of whiskey or anesthesia" they said it bluntly laughing although they were trying to joke it hurt it hurt a lot. They tried to ignore the pain but it was obvious " one day one day we're going to be free moth" moth chuckled again bluntly before looking back at the TV obviously not believing Leonora  " whatever helps you sleep at night Mom whatever helps you sleep at night" moth said in a semi bitter tone but somehow still smiling. Leonora got up and shocked, not used to moth being sarcastic again but this wasn't the same sarcasm they would do whenever they were telling a joke, no this one was cynical. 

" moth you you can't act like this you have to stay strong" they chuckled again looking over at her with such an innocent stare their eyes look dead and tired before they raised an eyebrow " I am strong I'm just very tired" there was a long pause before she finally sat down. Honestly she wasn't surprised that moth would become so cynical after everything that they went through of course they would be. Although she wishes it would just be like the old times like when they were in the boxing ring and they were fighting each other.  Leonora thought to herself for a minute or so before Hondo came back in her room holding a book pointing to a page " my dear it must be married to a net syndrome it says after severe trauma and stress you can lose all the pigment in your hair but don't worry we'll figure out the reason why you're so stressed" he said unassumingly smiling like he did something. He walked closer, noticing how tired. moth was before he smiled even wider " you must be so tired after everything today I'll bring you up to your bed" he was about to move the wheelchair before Leonora stopped him with a smile. 

" I'll do it, it will be bonding time before they go to sleep" Hondo looked over at his wife and smiled before he backed away letting her lift up Moth to go up to their room".... I am so sorry I wish I could have been there and I wish I could have helped you but now you're like this" she wanted to cry she really wished the best for moth and that's all she ever wanted she tried her best to talk again but she was cut off by a snore. Moss was finally asleep. They finally felt comfortable enough to sleep and that's what made her smile. There was help for a better time for both of them to feel comfortable enough to go to sleep without feeling fear but that won't be for a long time. She looked down and wondered if one day she'll be able to sleep peacefully again. She thought to herself once again as she put Moth  down in the bed tucking them in walking out. Another thought came to her mind that she was walking away.

"I'm tired" 

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Honestly I think I might make moth a little bit more cynical as the chapters go by before they finally crack but that's all I'm informing until the next chapter comes out

Adarna belongs to the wonderful-@nesssblog

Beatrix was belongs to the wonderful-@enitysworld

[one-desperate-duros]

*Of all the asinine things, Bane not having a bacta tank in his line of work is downright ignorant. He had asked @techno-service-droid more so to garner the location, but to be told there simply wasn't one frustrates Shriv, though he keeps it to himself.

His forehead constricts as his brow crinkles in a silent show of angry acceptance. He'll have to make-do with what he has, then, which @a-big-hat's hand and face he's not so much worried for, it's his throat, and possibly the ability to breathe. *

It would be, wouldn't it. *Shriv nearly hisses out the words, addressing the fact it should be on Bane's list of things to buy with all that money he has hidden away somewhere.

Shriv nearly jumps at the raspy "No." that comes from Bane at Todo's question. He hadn't expected him to try to talk, at the same time being so forceful about it when he was in no position to speak. The droid looks confused, and maybe Shriv is too, but he keeps his mouth shut about that as well. It's the intensity with which Bane is now watching him that starts to grate on him.

"Yep."

He tries to ignore his offhanded comment, pulling out a small bottle from the medkit with a nozzle at one end. It's disinfectant spray, which he lays Bane's palm flat against his own, Cad's fingers stretched out and straight against Shriv's as he inspects the damage once again.

He whispers, mostly to himself.* Oh, Killer... Your hand.

*Bane needs those. His hands are his ... tools of the trade? Meal ticket? He sighs, watching as the liquid bubbles to kill any germs. He lets it sit as he sprays down another fresh cloth with the stuff. He doesn't want to spray too close to Cad's face and get him in the eye with it, so he plans to dab it against his rostrum gingerly. That's when the other Duros leans forward and presses his forehead against his.

Shriv breaks down. He starts crying again. His shoulders are shaking as he pulls away, bringing the saturated cloth up to wipe across Bane's injury even as he speaks, his voice quavering and full of emotion.*

I'm so sorry! I should have tried to break up the fight sooner than I did! I was scared! I didn't think I even could. I feel like this is all my fault! Why'd you have to go and do that?! Cad, if you would have ... if Hondo had ... I don't - I don't know ...

*Shriv takes a breath, near to having a panic attack as he tries to continue, placing the dirtied rag on the floor as his fingers practically vibrate. Shriv is doing his best to open a fresh canister of spray-bandage for Bane's knuckles before he takes Bane's injured hand up again, gently toying with the underside of his fingers in a gesture of affection against his own.*

You left me. I was so distraught. I went to Maz's thinking maybe you'd go there, or that maybe someone would have seen you. I was at a loss. I got drunk. Ohnaka showed up, and ... We just talked.

M-maybe we got kind of stupid. I did touch his frills. They're kinda fascinating, ya know? I stupidly wanted to see what they were like. I swear I had no idea that they--

That Chiss woman. She was eyeing me from across the room. I remember that much. Hondo just said she had the hots for me. I wasn't even going to talk to her. I didn't want to. He pushed me into it, but I don't think -- I don't think he ... knew what...

*Shriv's body turns. He clasps Bane around both of his legs, crying into his pants.*

Don't do things like this!!! I -- c-care about you ... and while I may not ever be as close to you as that ... other hunter was, it's true all the same!

*He shuts up before he digs himself into a deeper hole, returning to his work. He finally gets the package open though he sits there for a moment, staring at Bane's boots with a somber look.*

[mahizli]

Bonds (Dooku & Obi-Wan Kenobi, 22 BBY)

Art by Mokorney and Part 22 of ‘Sparks of Hope’

***

Dooku held nothing but contempt for the Skywalker boy – no finesse, no subtlety, and no mastering of emotions, without much room for improvement. The Force knew he had tried to curb similar faults in Qui-Gon, very long ago, but his former Padawan had found his balance into meditation, oddly enough, and Dooku had only needed a few seconds to assess that Skywalker was completely unable to achieve it, and never would be.

Dooku was no fool. He could sense how powerful the boy was, what an asset he would play once he would have fallen completely – he was also very much aware of the interest his Master had in him. An interest that Dooku needed to be watchful of – because he knew how easily a Sith Apprentice could be replaced.

Dooku was no fool – and that was why he was keeping Ventress just close enough to control her, and just far enough for her not to attract Sidious’ attention unnecessarily. Ventress was fierce, skilled and loyal to a fault – and since he could not have Kenobi yet, she was a tolerable substitute.

It did not mean Kenobi was entirely lost to him, though – and Dooku watched him wake with carefully hidden interest, sitting up and rubbing his brow silently, helping Skywalker to recover.

“How you could choose to walk out there and get yourselves caught despite my warning is truly beyond me”, Dooku quipped, taking delight in watching Kenobi’s eyes widen slightly.

His former Grandpadawan’s eyes wandered to the electric bound wrought around his waist, attaching him both to Dooku and Skywalker. And the Count was surprised to feel resolve and relief seep through his incredibly strong shields. Kenobi was quick to place himself in front of Skywalker, holding him back and shielding him with his body, as soon as Dooku began to provoke the boy – it was frankly too easy. One just had to mention his arm, and watch Skywalker go feral.

“You will pay”, Skywalker hissed. “For all the Jedi you murdered on Geonosis.”

“That, my dear fool of a Jedi, is entirely your Master’s doing. Remind me again whose rescue it was that needed two-hundred and twelve Jedi?”

“Don’t you dare…”

“Anakin.”

Kenobi’s voice was calm. Measured, and so very soft. His body language still spelt protectiveness, one hand lightly placed on Skywalker’s left forearm. His face looked pale, in the dim light of the cell – but there was nothing but steadiness in the Force around him, and the command on his shields was frankly impressive.

“The Republic is going to send envoys with the spice. We need to get out of here before. And since we appear to be bound together, for the time being, I suggest we refrain from murdering each other.”

“You want us to team up with him?!!”

The indignation in Skywalker’s voice was grating – and Kenobi sighed.

“Currently, having you running in different directions is no option for me.”

He gestured towards his waist, a small smile playing around his lips, and Skywalker huffed.

“Good point, Master.”

They spent the next hours trying to escape from Hondo Ohnaka’s cells, only to found themselves back there. Dooku just shrugged, mentally, not overly worried and secretly impressed when Kenobi pulled that mind-trick on the stupid Weequay sentinel.

“You don’t want to stand guard. You want to deactivate the cell bars and… go out drinking.”

They watched the guard turn to a mindless puppet and set them free, and Kenobi muttered:

“Almost too easy.”

They had been prisoners together long enough for Dooku to recognise the small frown between Kenobi’s eyebrows as a sign of worry. He was not projecting anything into the Force, his signature surprisingly mild and gentle, but Dooku had already learned that his former Grandpadawan’s mind never stopped running.

They left the cell for the second time, running towards the exit, and suddenly Kenobi was pushing him behind a crate, palm splayed on his shoulder, body shielding him in an unconscious, protective move mirroring his earlier one.

“Hurry along, Dooku.”

His sharp, focused grey eyes darted around, and Dooku realised just how strong and dangerous his Grandpadawan could be, even without a lightsaber. Obi-Wan’s sleeve was brushing his, and he had adopted a defensive Soresu stance, but his hand was trailing behind, feeling for Skywalker in the Force, attuned to his reactions – and this was Qui-Gon’s training.

Qui-Gon had perfected the dual Master-and-Padawan technique along with Feemor, and brought it to completion with Obi-Wan, who had mastered the skill himself along with his own Padawan.

Dooku could have invaded their bond through the Force – but such was a crude, dirty thing reserved for the ones like Maul, whom Dooku abhorred and despised. Instead, he focused on the quiet signs: Obi-Wan’s small tilt of the head, the way his shoulders relaxed once Skywalker shifted his own position, and the quiet smile in his eyes when they started to run in sync.

Their bond was not closed, clearly, and this was so very interesting – but it also tugged at something Dooku had though to be long purged from his very system.  

Something reminding him of a vibrant green blade, of Qui-Gon’s quiet, casual shrug whenever Dooku ordered him around – but his Padawan had been dutiful and strong, truly skilled in the Force and so very warm. Until Feemor had died. Until Dooku lost Qui-Gon’s friendship and goodwill for good – because his Padawan had always been too headstrong, and too tender-hearted.

“Jump!”

They were still bound by the waist – Obi-Wan linking them together, and Dooku heard his gasp when Anakin grabbed the fence, leaving them both hanging below him.

“You’re too heavy. I can’t do it.”

They were slipping, and suddenly the link between him and Obi-Wan snapped – and then Dooku felt warm, strong hands grab his.

“Are you crazy, Master?! Just drop him!”

But Obi-Wan’s hands just tightened around his, eyes narrowing in steely resolve even as the bound tugged at his waist, drawing another pained exhale from him.

Never.

The small word echoed in the Force with quiet determination, and Dooku almost winced in pain, because the dedication within sprang from something so old, so long forgotten it burned, around his chest and in his very mind.

Ohnaka’s men somehow managed to knock Skywalker out and drag them both up in one fluid motion, and they soon found themselves back in their cells, finally separated but still unable to flee.

Dooku’s wrists hurt and he was somewhat short of breath, and so was Obi-Wan, who was bent above Skywalker’s unconscious body and had yet to straighten fully, arm wrapped around his waist.

“You should have dropped me”, Dooku stated, but Obi-Wan just huffed, with a small, annoyed shake of the head.

He fumbled through his utility belt, and managed to unfold a small Bacta patch, placing it against the welt on Skywalker’s brow, then he splayed his fingers, pressing them gently against his head.

Skywalker let out a soft moan, then his limbs seemed to relax and Dooku watched Obi-Wan’s face soften, his features still focused but appeased as he guided the boy into a healing trance.

“Rash, and unbalanced.”

This got Obi-Wan’s attention, and Dooku soon faced those calm, grey eyes, watching his Grandpadawan straighten, Anakin’s head still cradled in his lap.

“He might be skilled with machines. Wires. Even lightsabers”, Dooku dropped. “But he has not mastered anything in the Force, and he will disappoint you, if he hasn’t already.”

“Anakin will never disappoint me.”

“Don’t be so sure…”

Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed, but then his Grandpadawan shook his head.

“I know what you are trying to do. And it will not work. You want to sow distrust and hatred between us. You want to belittle Anakin in my mind, and in my heart. But you cannot. Because those faults you point out are known to me, and known to him. Because I did not seek to raise a perfect machine, or a droid, when I took Anakin as a Padawan.”

“Did you? Take him as a Padawan? Or was it something more complicated? A promise to the one who had raised, and forsaken you?”

“Qui-Gon did not forsake me.”

Obi-Wan’s voice was very quiet. He was not a small man, but he was definitely smaller than them both. Thin. A small reed, Yoda had always called him. And Dooku knew just how very fragile he was, how insignificant the Dark side of the Force made him – their duel was only months old, and he had brought him down within seconds.

Yet, just now, there was a conviction and a power radiating through him that seemed to dwarf them all. Obi-Wan raised bright grey eyes towards him, and Dooku realised, then, that the boy had worked hard towards balance – and that his efforts had not been vain.

“Qui-Gon believed in him. And, when it came to choose between Anakin and myself, he chose him because he saw, and realised, that Anakin needed him more than I did.”

“You do not resent him? For calling you only stubborn, and capable, in front of the whole Jedi Council, when you gave him twelve years of your life?”

It still irked something in Dooku. It had made him want to shake Qui-Gon until his teeth rattled – but Qui-Gon had died before Dooku had even known the full extent of the mess he had made with Obi-Wan, and then… Then Dooku had realised that the Jedi Order was nothing like it should anymore – nothing like it could.  

“And what kind of a Padawan would that make me?”

Obi-Wan’s voice was just a whisper, and his face had turned very pale, but the resolve had not left his eyes. On the contrary, something warm and light had begun to seep through his shields, permeating the Force around him, and it was searing open that small, long forgotten spot deep into Dooku’s chest.

“What of the years Qui-Gon devoted to me? What of Qui-Gon choosing me? Of helping me understand the Force, and myself, and the world around us, every single day of my apprenticeship? What of the love and care he provided, for my mind, body and soul, giving me all he had and even more? What of the devotion he inspired in me – strong enough to help me come back to him when I almost fell? How could I resent him for caring for a boy who deserves the world, and who was unwanted by most, yet who holds such promises?”

His Grandpadawan was facing him, features pinched yet glowing so brightly in the Force – and there was no contempt in Obi-Wan’s words, just genuine truth and belief. And it was painful.

“Qui-Gon taught me to be gentle with the faults we can find in others, because he was not perfect and never sought to be. He simply sought to improve himself. And this is something Anakin does as well – which is why he will never disappoint me.”

“Such meekness…”

“Call it whatever you want. I do not care.”

“Have you no pride at all?”

The question was genuine – almost taking Dooku by surprise. Obi-Wan however just raised his eyebrows, hands finding Anakin’s shoulders.

“And who am I, to place myself above so many others? We are a whole, Dooku. And just because I have no interest to dominate or best others does not mean I do not seek to improve my skills, and my way of understanding the Force.”

“How can that be enough?”

Dooku was laughing now, but it sounded cold and foreign to him.

“Because it is.”

There was sadness, and compassion in Obi-Wan’s eyes – and Dooku realised then, that this conversation had to end. That he would not gain the boy to his side that day – that he would have to wait for the war to extinguish the light into Obi-Wan’s eyes, for the battles and losses to harden his heart, for the despair to invade more of his mind, until he would be ready to hear some of the truths Dooku had come to embrace.

“I wish you would see it. I wish it would not be you we had to fight, day after day and night after night. But if I must, I will – because it is worth it.”

“What is…?”

Skywalker’s quiet mumble brought them both back to the small, grey cell they were still stuck in, and Obi-Wan’s eyes instantly searched for his face.

“What’s worth it, Master? Why are we back here with him?”

“Because your Master would not take your advice to drop me”, Dooku quipped.

“’Course not.”

The childish surety in Skywalker’s voice was surprising, and the boy lifted a hand, gently patting Obi-Wan on the arm.

“I’m the evil one here.”

“Hush now, Anakin.”

Obi-Wan’s hand had not left his brow, and his eyes met Dooku’s again. Steely, with a hint of sadness and unshakable resolve. His Grandpadawan wrapped an arm around Skywalker’s chest, and gave a curt nod.

And despite of himself, Dooku nodded back – because Obi-Wan was definitely worth a conversation. His Grandpadawan also had the means to defend himself, and to get himself – and Skywalker – out of this mess. And so, when Ohnaka’s men went to fetch them, leaving him alone in his cell, Dooku wasted no time preparing his own escape.

When the power died down, he killed the guards and the men facing him without any remorse. And he did not look over his shoulder, not once – determined to leave Florrum as soon as possible, and return with enough forces to burn it to the ground.

Just like he would burn the small part of himself Obi-Wan had brought back to life, because it was not part of Dooku’s plans and schemes.

Some bounds were better severed, and Dooku was honing his blades.

But not just yet.

[jayjaymorgan]

Shattered Past - Part II

Author’s Note : this is part 2 of a series I’ve been writing. Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : PTSD symptoms

Countless questions raced through his mind, but before he could go after her and ask for answers he heard a ship approach. He looked up and saw his and his brothers’ ship, Stalker. It landed a couple of meters away from him and the hatch opened. “C’mon, Rex!” Omega called out to him and ran to the ship, where she was greeted by Crosshair. Rex glanced one last time at the village, then started walking towards the ship. Hunter waited patiently for him next to the hatch, smiling warmly at him. “Everything okay?” his smile disappeared when he saw Rex’s face. “You look like you saw a ghost.” “I did... in some way. I’ll tell you later, let’s go.” They both walked inside the Stalker, closing the hatch behind them. They made their way towards the cockpit, where the rest waited for them. “We got 250 credits.” Hunter announced proudly, tossing the money pouch on the table. “That should be enough to buy another month worth of food.” “If our diet doesn’t change it will cost us... 198 credits.” Tech didn’t even look up from his datapad. “To be honest – I kinda had enough of portion bread.” said Crosshair. “Yeah, me too.” Wrecker added, sitting more comfortably in his chair. Rex listened to this conversation with only one ear, his attention focused on the small package in his hands. It was heavy and hard, he was almost sure it was a piece of metal. “What do you think, Rex?” He snapped out from his thoughts and looked up at Cross, who was watching him closely. “What do I think about what?” “We need to find a way to make more money, we can’t live on portion bread for another couple of months. Do you have any ideas how we can do it?” Rex sat in silence for a moment, trying to come up with any ideas. “I know a few places where we can work as mercenaries against the Empire.” he finally said. “Okay, that’s a good idea.” Crosshair admitted, glancing back at Hunter. “We don’t have any other options.” “Fine, who will we work with?” “Hondo. I think.” Rex put the package away and got up. “The last time I checked on him he said that he and his men were on Vanqor.” “That’s... acceptable.” Hunter sighed, turning on the hologram and searching for Hondo’s contact. “At least he’s one of the people who keep their word and don’t try to kill you once the job’s done.” He searched through the contacts for a moment and finally found what he was looking for. A few seconds later a bluish hologram appeared, showing Hondo. “Hunter, great seeing you!” he exclaimed cheerfully, greeting the man. “How can I help you?” “We’re looking for a job as mercenaries, are you looking for any help?” “Actually, yes, you have perfect timing.” he said, sitting more comfortably and taking a huge sip from a mug he was holding. “I have problems with transporting some... important technology from Sriluur to where we are camping currently. Our transporters are not suitable for the job, so I would be grateful for the help.” “How much are you willing to pay?” “100 credits per container.” he informed, taking another sip from the cup. “Do we have a deal?” “We sure have.” “Great! I’ll send you the coordinates. We need those containers as soon as possible, so please hurry.”

The call ended and Hunter stood up, stretched out and sighed, looking around at his brothers. “Tech, start the engine and set the course to Sriluur. We should get there before nightfall.” he gave out orders, his brother nodded and walked up to the control panel. “Wrecker, Rex and Cross – help me with clearing the hangar, we need to fit as many containers as possible.” “What about me?” Omega asked. “You can also help with the cleaning.” he said. “Rex, go change into some more comfortable clothes. We’ll meet you in the hangar.”

Rex nodded and went back to his room, threw the mysterious package on his bed, quickly changed into the same clothes he wore in the morning and proceeded to the hangar. “Wrecker, put that over there, against the wall.” Crosshair pointed to the other side of the room. Wrecker picked up an old engine they found on battlefield some time ago and put it where his brother asked him to. Omega was carrying smaller parts and throwing them inside a small box next to the engine, while Hunter and Crosshair parked the speeder bikes closer to the wall. Rex looked around, his eyes stopped on the mess of wires and metal pieces in the centre of the room. He sighed and started to clean up, dragging the bundle away. Most of the things in the hangar were Tech’s, he always tried to find something new to improve the ship and stuff, but it was annoying. The rest were getting tired of tripping over wires spread along the ship’s halls, the droids and many of Tech’s inventions, but they had to admit : all of that was really helpful. The droids were taking care of most of the ship’s machinery and thanks to them they needed only 1 active crew member instead of 46 to pilot the Stalker. Tech upgraded the ship, making it faster and more maneuverable, now it was able to outrun most of the Empire’s star fighters and cruisers. He installed new power generators, better shields and a 1 class hyperdrive generator instead of 2 class one. All of this saved their lives countless times, like that one time when the Empire chased them into a asteroid field and sent star fighters after them. The improved maneuverability made it much easier to avoid the asteroids and the auto-piloted turrets shot down all of the enemy’s ships. “Rex! Could you help us with this?” Hunter’s voice made Rex turn around in his direction, where his brother was struggling with a small container filled with droid spare parts. He ran up to him and helped him carry the box across the room, where they put it down next to the speeder bikes. As they did so the lid of the container fell off, showing the contents.

For a moment Rex’s heart stopped beating.

Staring at him were the lifeless eyes of a battle droid. Million memories flashed before his eyes as he pulled out his gun and aimed it at the droid, like he did thousands times before. He was breathing rapidly, his hands slightly trembling as the panic settled in.

For a moment he just stared at the droid, not knowing what to do : fight or flight? “Rex?”

The man glanced at Hunter, who was standing right next to him. He had a worried expression on his face, his hands raised slightly as to show that he doesn’t want to hurt him. “You can put the gun down, it won’t hurt you.” he said calmly, slowly walking closer to his brother and reaching out for the gun. “Everything’s okay, it’s just the head of the droid, it can’t hurt you.” Rex hesitated for a moment, looking back at the droid. Hunter waited patiently, in complete silence, as Rex took a step back from the container and handed over the gun, looking down in embarrassment. “Sorry, I...” “Don’t apologize, it not your fault.” he patted his brother on the back. “I’ll talk to Tech and make sure that he gets rid of this thing.” He turned around to the rest and gave them a thumbs up, saying that the situation is under control. Seeing that Omega ran up to them and hugged Rex tightly, making sure that he’s okay. He returned the hug, hiding his  face in Omega’s hair. “Alright, I think we’re done here.” said Crosshair, looking around. The hangar was now mostly empty, not mentioning the pile of scrap in the corner. Now they had plenty of room for the containers, which meant more money. They walked out from the hangar and separated, going to do their own thing. Hunter wandered off to go and find Tech, probably to scold him for keeping a clanker in the hangar. Wrecker and Crosshair returned to their rooms, while Rex and Omega went to the living area to play some holochess.

…

When they finally arrived to Sriluur, it was late in the evening.

They landed near Hondo’s base, but it was too dark to pick up the containers. After a brief discussion they all decided to do it first thing in the morning, right after breakfast. After dinner, which consisted of ration packs and tarine tea that Crosshair found somewhere in the ship’s pantry. “As soon as we’re done with the job we can go and visit the market, maybe they’ll have some fruits for sale or something.” said Hunter, trying to cheer up his siblings. They nodded their heads in agreement, the thought of something else that conserved food was really appetizing.

Rex wished his brothers and sister goodnight before going to his room and laying down in his bed. He could hear the droids wandering around the ship, making sure that everything’s working as it should while the crew were asleep. As the wave of tiredness washed over him he remembered about the package that was now laying next to his bed, but he was too tired to do anything about it now. He decided to open it tomorrow, after they load the containers.

With that in mind he fell asleep, no nightmares disturbed his rest for the rest of the night.

[nevertheless-moving]

inspired by this post by  @crcgeneralwandsmith 

(Jango as Valjean from Les mis)​

*Takes a VERY deep breath*

Jango is freed from slavery by the Jedi Council instead of Pirates- only to be immediately remanded into their custody. Tries to escape [obviously], so gets put into higher security, which increases his rage at the Jedi, unfairness (look down, look down).

Eventually his case gets processed and he gets released because he didn’t actually commit crimes except self-defense: Mace Windu singing (do not forget my name) because he doesn’t trust the Jedi Killer from Galdrean.

Jango immediately falls into Dooku’s plan, agrees to clone army, boba- a few years pass

but THEN has a road to Damascus epiphany when he tries to steal from, um...Breha Organa’s dad- and the Organa’s don’t turn him into the Jedi even though they catch him right away, and back up the whole space candlestick gift lie. (you forgot I gave these also, would you leave the best behind?)

So Jango has an epiphany that...he should stick to murder, not stealing. No- wait, sorry Mr. Organa that he should be nice? to kids? Because Mr.Organa is doing this so that his daughter, who might be Queen one day, will understand the value of human life...

or you can substitute this with Qui-Gon Jinn I HAVE TO KEEP GOING SORRY THERES NO TIME

Thinking that all through, he returns to Kamino like yikes this is kindof fucked up isn’t it. (Have I fallen so far and is the hour so late)

Takes over Kamino and starts a- mercenary school?  And he’s kindof the king but he’s pretending to be one of the alpha generation clones so he can get away with all the many, many, earlier human rights violations. The clones are happyish, space ports open, so some people live there- the whole planet is singing (at the end of the day) because Jango’s better then the long necks at least?

Mace Windu is assigned to the planet of Jango Fett clones- very suspicious for so many extremely obvious reasons but like, he can’t just write to the council and say this guy looks like Jango Fett because ITS A WHOLE PLANET OF JANGO FETTS THE

you know what- you what? I’m going to say that during the takeover some of the long necks fled to Genosis and stole Boba because technically Jango reneged on their contract- Dooku then had to flee Genosis because the blame for creating the army fell hard on him. Much to his despair, Dooku falls in with Hondo.

eventually, EVENTUALLY

99- who escaped during the confusion with the bad batch- gets put on trial for being Jango Fett- and like, everyone believes it because he’s just raising a bunch of sons on an isolated planet instead of being a king and everyone who knows Jango is like that does sound most like Jango Fett. And- and 99 goes along with it, because by putting him on trial in the republic, they’re actually stealth granting rights to the clones, so he really commits to the role. Is sentenced to prison forever

Jango (can I condemn this man to slavery, pretend I do not feel his agony) is kindof angsty about it, because he just got a lead on Dooku and Hondo’s whereabouts, and also Windu is really grating, and Cody is like yeah I can definitely be a better king than you fuck off...oh and also 99 or whatever his name is.

DRAMATIC CONFESSION (And so Windo you see its true, this man bears no more guild than you)

Intense Confrontation song (Every man is born in sin/ There is power in me yet;

Every man must choose his way/My race is not yet run) Epic Battle we deserve, but instead of Windu decapitating Jango he jumps into the Ocean, flies off in secret to rescue Boba.

NOW we get (Master of the House) with Hondo as Thenardier and Dooku as Mrs. Thendadier

 no i will not accept criticism i have ASCENDED

Hondo: (Master of the House, Keeper of the Zoo, Ready to Relieve them of a Sou or Two) 

Dooku: (I used to dream that I would meet a prince, but force almighty look what’s happened since)

then Jango comes in for Boba/Cosette and- and probably just murders everyone to be honest in would be pretty ooc for him to anything else

but i GUESS he could trick them book canon style instead...

[magicalforcesau]

Fragments of the Garden - Origins - part 2

A companion collection to Dancing With Ghosts in Your Garden

(ao3 link)

Hogwarts was better than Satine could imagine. They’d been in school for just about a week now and she loved nearly everything about it. It was a Friday and she’d just wrapped up her charms lessons and was heading outside to meet with Cody who was coming up from the dungeons. He’d been promising to teach her how to play wizard chess and she’d promised to read over his essay for history if he’d meet up with her today. It had nothing to do with Satine avoiding the Ravenclaw common room and one Obi-Wan Kenobi at all, she was simply interested in learning more things. That was all.

“Potions is a drag!” Cody complained as soon as he caught up with her. The sun beamed down on them as they headed out the castle doors.

“It’s not all that difficult,” She considered, leading them to the edge of the lake.

“That’s because you spend all your time studying in the library,” Cody complained, “If all I did was study, I’m sure I-” He paused suddenly, squinting at something across the grounds, “Is that Kenobi?”

“Kenobi hasn’t left the common room for anything, but class all week,” Satine complained, “It can’t be him,” but as she turned to look, she realized it could be no one else.

He was still dressed head to toe in his perfectly pressed uniform, despite even Satine leaving her cloak in her room on such a hot day. As usual he looked almost out of place with all the other students milling around.

“He’s got a broom,” Cody said in awe, “That’s the newest Starsweeper model,” Satine squinted at the broom, but couldn’t see anything special about it.

“But aren’t first years not allowed brooms?” Satine’s eyes narrowed into a frustrated glare and Cody nodded.

“All the more reason to follow him and see what he’s up too,” Cody gave her a wide grin, “Maybe it’ll be enough to kick him out,” Satine nodded. She wasn’t sure being around Kenobi was their best use of a Friday, but she followed Cody regardless.

Obi-Wan led them to the Quidditch pitch and Cody and Satine snuck under the Hufflepuff section in order to eavesdrop.

“I must thank you again for allowing me to try out,” The way he spoke grated on her ears, it was that effortless sophistication that she remembered from his parents.

“How could I say no after Professor Dooku approved,” The girl he spoke to, Satine guessed, was the Quidditch captain. She was dressed in robes that she hadn’t seen before, but they were still the Ravenclaw colors.

“Ah, yes,” Obi-Wan trailed off, and Satine and Cody shared a glance.

“Well let’s get on with this, tryouts for 2nd-7th years will be next week, this doesn’t ensure that you get the position, but we can’t have you trying out in front of a crowd. It’s not fair to the other first years,” She ran a hand through her hair and Satine noticed with a bit of anger that he didn’t even have the decency to look sheepish.

“I understand,” He answered instead and they moved to begin try outs. Once they were in the air and out of earshot Cody grabbed Satine’s shoulder.

“He bribed his way into the team,” Cody looked angry now, “The captain’s right it’s not fair,” He stood up and Satine followed him out from under the tarp, “I’m going to Professor Windu with this. No, maybe I’ll go to Professor Dooku himself,” Cody had started walking towards the entrance.

“Cody!” Satine rushed to keep up with him, “Are you sure it’ll do any good?”

“I don’t know, but I need to find out,” Cody stopped just before the doors, “I’ll have to raincheck on our chess lesson,” Satine rolled her eyes.

“It doesn’t matter,” She started walking through the doors and he followed, “I can accompany you to Professor Dooku’s.”

“Actually, I think it might be better if I go alone,” He hesitated, “Everyone knows you hate Kenobi,” Satine paused.

“But if Professor Dooku-” She started.

“What seems to be the trouble here?” Coming down the stairs was Professor Qui-Gon Jinn. He raised an eyebrow at the first years, “I’m no Professor Dooku, but perhaps I could be of assistance?”

“It’s about Kenobi,” Satine spoke up before Cody could stop her, “He’s only a first year, but he’s being allowed to try out for the Quidditch team,” She looked to Cody so he could put in his own thoughts.

“This isn’t fair to the other first years, both Ravenclaw and the other houses,” He added. Qui-Gon stroked his beard a moment before answering.

“I didn’t think news would get out this fast,” He sighed, “Mr. Kenobi being allowed to try out was approved by the heads of houses, as well as Professor Yoda,” Cody’s eyes widened in surprise.

“He must have bribed you all big time,” He hissed, “Better have been worth the money,” Qui-Gon hummed quietly in thought before replying.

“Mr. Kenobi’s case is… well, I’m afraid I will not be discussing it with you,” He continued, “First years are technically allowed to ask to try out, they’re just usually denied, if you Miss. Kryze, wish to try out I would allow it,” Satine wrinkled her nose, and Qui-Gon chuckled, “As it stand though, there are no openings on Gryffindor, Slytherin, or Hufflepuff’s teams, so I’m afraid the other houses are out of luck.”

“Should I even mention the fact that Kenobi has an illegal broom?” Cody asked stiffly, and Qui-Gon only smiled.

“It’s temporary unless he makes the team, I’ll be keeping it in my office no need to worry,” He nodded to them and started to walk again, “I appreciate the drive for fairness so I can offer you 10 points to Gryffindor and 10 to Ravenclaw. Enjoy your weekend, Mr. Fett, Miss. Kryze,” And then he rounded the corner and was gone.

“Professor Jinn’s a bit nutty,” Cody finally said, not sure how he felt about the situation.

“He’s technically right though,” Satine said slowly, “The heads of house can approve or deny requests, I suppose asking the other houses was just a nice courtesy,” She stewed over all the rules she could think of and couldn’t come up with any others they were breaking.

“Still it does beg the question. Why was he approved?” Cody asked, but Satine didn’t have an answer.

***                                            

All anyone was talking about today was the results of the Quidditch tryouts and one, Obi-Wan Kenobi, being chosen as their 2nd Keeper. As all things Kenobi related, it was getting on Satine’s nerves and she’d caught up with Cody between classes to complain, but for some reason he hadn’t been as invested as she’d thought.

“Cody? Don’t tell me you’re not still cross about this,” Satine tried to provoke him into joining her rant fest, but he just hesitated.

“I’m still a little upset about it sure,” Is all he gave her and she threw up her hands in frustration.

“You’ve gone from storming the professors to calm acceptance, what did I miss,” And at that Cody just looked away.

“I mean you said it yourself, technically if it was approved it’s allowed, so no rules were broken…” Cody made an attempt.

“Cody Fett? Caring more about the rules than justice?” Satine prodded again.

“Look I just, maybe he’s not so bad,” Cody suggested and it hung in the air between them, “I’ll admit, the Quidditch thing hurts, I’ve wanted on that team since I was born and for a first year to get on it? Well it doesn’t sit right,” He admitted and Satine raised an eyebrow.

“But?” She pushed.

“But, have you noticed how he hasn’t been going to lunch?” Cody asked and Satine furrowed her brow, but nodded.

“He skips breakfast and dinner too sometimes, but I suppose he is gone from lunch more often than not,” She allowed and he nodded a few times.

“Well so did I, so one day I skipped class to follow him,” That got her attention.

“And?”

“And well,” Cody hesitated, “I think you should go and see for yourself,” He handed her a slip of parchment with a classroom number on it, “Just trust me,” Satine looked down at the number and then stuffed it in the pocket of her robe.

***                                            

Hogwarts was not what Obi-Wan had been expecting at all. The classes were great and learning new spells was really the only reason he was still here at all. Ok well perhaps not, he couldn’t have left, it would have dragged the Kenobi name even farther through the mud. His parents had not been happy about his joining Ravenclaw house as expected, and had promptly forced him into trying out for Quidditch, something he had been told would be in his plans for next year, but they were clear in their letter,

“You will make the Quidditch team early so you can lessen our disappointment of your actions.”

Yes, they’d been quite clear indeed. Obi-Wan was trying very hard to forget the fact that he was not interested in the sport in the slightest, his father had been a chaser so Obi-Wan had been selected to be a Keeper, he had written to them this morning when the results came out, but hadn’t heard from them since.

It wasn’t just his parents or Quidditch that had him down, but the overall feeling he got from the rest of the students. Their first day of classes he’d raised his hand and answered questions, but he had started to be stared at by both Hufflepuff and his own house of Ravenclaw. The second day he’d experimented a bit and on the third day he kept his head down and tried to not draw any further notice to himself. He spent a lot of time in the common room, but the few students he’d tried to interact with hadn’t quite given him the time of day. They’d been polite, sure, but Obi-Wan was good at knowing when he wasn’t wanted. Meal times were much the same, so he’d taken to finding a secluded classroom during the lunch period and just, wait for classes to start again.

Today he was debating if it was worth it to even attempt the dining hall at dinner, surely the other students would be rather cross that he’d made it on the Quidditch team. He really just wanted to avoid the stares.

“Kenobi! There you are my friend!” His regularly scheduled brooding was interrupted and Obi-Wan turned to glare at the newcomer.

“Hondo,” He greeted, “Still trying to make a profit off of me?”

“Well sure!” Hondo sat down at the desk in front of him and slapped a plate of food between them, “I have an even better proposal this time see? I charge students fees for their papers to be edited and you edit them for me!”

“What would I even get out of that,” Obi-Wan sighed, grabbing the extra roll off of the other student’s plate.

“Oh, so you are interested,” Hondo leaned forward, much too close and Obi-Wan reflectively leaned back.

“I’m not, but if you’re going to negotiate you may as well do it right,” He complained, and Hondo sat back with a laugh.

“Fine, fine! If you do it, I’ll provide you my own company! Pretty good deal, right?” Hondo grinned and Obi-Wan just raised an eyebrow, “Ok, ok fine! I could share the profits with you, you could have say, 10%?”

“Hondo you’re possibly the worst negotiator I’ve ever seen,” Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, but smiled and Hondo gave a dramatic groan and grabbed up his bag from the floor.

“One day Kenobi, you’ll have need of my services!” Hondo warned him with a pointed finger.

“Not likely,” He mumbled as Hondo made his way out the door.

He decided to not call after him about his forgotten plate of food, instead eating the other roll off the plate.

“Um, excuse me?” A voice called from the doorway and he looked up to see a Gryffindor first year standing in the doorway holding her wand and a textbook.

“Hello,” He greeted, “Is there something you needed?”

“I have a friend in Hufflepuff who said you’re really good at transfiguration,” The Gryffindor explained, “I’ve been having trouble in class and I was wondering if maybe you’d show me how?” That cleared up the confusion. He knew a few Hufflepuff first years that would stop by to ask him questions from time to time, they never approached him outside of lunch hour, but he didn’t really mind helping them out even still.

“Oh, of course, come in,” Obi-Wan moved Hondo’s plate out of the way and waved her over, “What are you having trouble with?”

***                                            

Satine was starting to think this was a waste of time as she’d been hiding in the storage cupboard watching Obi-Wan sit quietly by himself in an empty room. She’d started to think Cody had gone mad when that Slytherin boy Hondo had come slinking into the room. When the Gryffindor student had entered the room though, she started to see maybe what Cody had been talking about.

The two had been practicing transfiguration for around 15 minutes now and Obi-Wan had seemed to slip into the role of teacher very quickly. He’d shown a few examples and then helped gently as the Gryffindor made her own attempts. After they tried the very basic task of turning a candle into a newt and back, they started having a little conversation and Satine leaned close to the door to listen.

“Are you sure you’re just learning this now?” The student asked a little accusatory, “No one else in my house can do that quite as well,” Obi-Wan gave a hesitant smile before responding.

“Transfiguration is about focus, if you can hone your focus on something and really picture it in your head,” He paused and readied his wand pointing at the plate of food, just as he was about to say the spell Satine accidentally knocked her foot into a broom which knocked a metal cauldron off a shelf. The clang rang out from around them. Obi-Wan jumped at the unexpected clatter, wand misfiring and exploding chocolate pudding all over himself.

Satine tried not to giggle at the absolutely dumbstruck look on his face, his perfect hair was no longer perfect, sticking up at odd angles and a little fried, and the parts of his face that were not covered in pudding were bright red in embarrassment.

“Well I suppose,” He spoke after a long moment, “If you lose focus, it will explode,” The Gryffindor girl, who had barely managed to avoid the blast, giggled.

“Thanks for the tip,” Suddenly the sound of students started to reach them and the Gryffindor girl gathered up her book and wand quickly. She said another quick thank you before running out of the room to her next class. Obi-Wan took another moment to be covered in chocolate pudding, before he flourished his wand and with a quick charm, he was pudding free and back to perfect. Well, aside from a still red face.

Satine waited a few more minutes as he left the room before she followed quietly after him to their next class. She wasn’t sure what to make of him, but she realized she wasn’t thinking of him as just “Kenobi” anymore.

***                                            

It was breakfast and Obi-Wan was hungry. He had skipped dinner the night before in order to avoid the comments about his new status as Keeper, but he knew he’d have to brave the dining hall today.

He’d gotten up extra early and had gone down right at the start of breakfast. He found that this was the most ideal time to go, Gryffindor and Hufflepuff house always slept as late as possible and there weren’t even many Ravenclaws willing to get up that early. His Slytherin “friend” Hondo always got there with 5 minutes to spare before classes started so he could avoid him too.

He sat down at his usual spot, in the very, very far corner of the table and grabbed a serving of eggs and toast. He started planning his day out in his head, zoning out to anything else going on around him as he pushed the eggs around his plate.

He, however, wasn’t as out of it as he thought, because he was very suddenly aware of someone sitting down right next to him. Warily, he glanced over and saw wavy light blonde hair and he was now stuck trying to figure out what Satine Kryze, who had spent much of their first few weeks glaring at him, was doing sitting next to him.

“If you’re going to bother to show up at breakfast, perhaps you should eat your food,” The words were similar to the first she’d spoken to him, but there wasn’t as much bite behind them. Cautiously, he looked over at her again, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was pouring syrup on some French toast and he looked back at his eggs.

“Perhaps,” He said carefully. Taking a bite of egg. He knew she was a kind person, so he figured that would be all, maybe she’d just been concerned.

“What are your opinions about the Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” The question caught him completely off guard, he sat up straight and looked over at her for real. Perhaps that wouldn’t be the end of their conversation then.

“The, Goblin Uprisings of the 1600s?” He repeated slowly.

“It’s our next unit of study, I was reading ahead and I assumed you did too, gaging that you’re halfway through the textbook,” She added, still not looking at him. He slowly turned back to his eggs.

“Well, Urg the Unclean was a strong leader,” Obi-Wan started cautiously.

***                                            

By the time they showed up to herbology they were having a full blown argument, Satine wasn’t even fully sure what the argument was about, but just as she was sure to have thrown the final barb class had started and they’d been tasked to trimming the leaves off of some feisty plants, which needed a fair bit of concentration so she didn’t bother restarting their conversation. She watched her hands carefully as she maneuvered the shears, but found her mind wandering to Obi-Wan. She’d ended up right next to him, bypassing her usual spot for the opportunity to debate.

Arguing with him had been fun as well as educational. He hadn't been snotty about his points, as she would have expected days prior, just direct and calculated. It was clear he knew the subjects well enough for a fierce debate. In fact she had been rather disappointed that they couldn't continue on during class, but concentration was pretty important when dealing with magic she'd come to learn. When he argued with her he didn't look as dull and stuffy, his eyes had held a gleam that she hadn't seen on him before.

She thought back to his parents in the alley, they’d immediately been cruel people. They had icy dispositions and Satine had definitely seen their influence on Obi-Wan. He was normally blank faced and his presence often felt cold. Now that she was looking for it though, she could almost see the cracks in his mask. He was focusing and his eyes were clear, like the dark blue of the ocean, but not like his fathers which had seemed like a bottomless pit in the sea floor. He was fighting to not stick his tongue out, which she wouldn’t have noticed if she wasn’t shoulder to shoulder with him.

She hated to think Cody might be right, because that meant she would be wrong and she hadn’t been the nicest to him since they met.

“Miss. Kryze!” The professor called her name and she blinked back to reality noticing quickly the vine wrapping tightly around her arm.

One quick trip to the hospital wing for a check-up (apparently those plants can crush bones, she was lucky they were babies) and she found herself waiting for Cody between classes.

“Satine?” Cody broke away from a pack of Gryffindors.

“You were right,” She admitted, and Cody looked surprised.

“That’s a compliment coming from you,” He joked and she shook her head in exasperation.

“The real reason I wanted to talk to you though, is what should we do?” She asked him and he just stared at her so she continued, “We’ve been really judgmental to him, about who his parents are, he’s always alone, I just feel kind of bad,” Cody shrugged.

“I guess we just, stop being judge-y?” Cody recommended, “It’s a simple strategy, but it’ll probably be effective,” He was pulled away by his classmate then, but sent a last wave in her direction.

Cody was probably right, that’s what they should do, but Satine considered that’s not all they could do.

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Lost Lover | (Sith!Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader)

Chapter Three of Golden Hour

Summary: You wake up in a cell after celebrating Darth Vellian’s capture with a band of pirates controlled by Hondo Ohnaka. Upon awaking you realize that not only have you been imprisoned and are now being held for ransom, but you are also stuck in a cell with Anakin and Obi-Wan. Now, you have to figure out how to escape. 

TW: Sexual Harassment

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You wake up in a cell, the soft hum of energy shackles providing white noise as you attempt to gain your bearings. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes, you frown and attempt to remember the events leading up to this exact moment. 

Vellian was found on Florrum and the Council sent you and Anakin to check. Hondo flirted with you. You saw Obi-Wan in shackles, even after you wished for him to make a successful escape. Hondo insisted on a drink to celebrate your victory and yet he drugged the alcohol. This did not escape your Jedi mind for you were able to switch it out with nearby patrons. You knew drinking was a bad idea, but Anakin insisted on the basis that you needed to lighten up. That was all you remembered. 

Sitting up, you hear Anakin grumble softly and glance over to see him fast asleep on the stone floor. When you look around, it only takes a moment to notice Obi-Wan staring back at you. Your breath catches in your throat and suddenly you become aware of the beating of your heart in your chest now that you are closer to him than you have been for years past. It thumps quickly and resonates within your entire body.  Only a few feet away, he sits calmly as the both of you wait for the other to speak. Words tumble through your head, trying to find the lost sentences that have been brewing for years, hoping that this moment would appear. 

“So here we are,” he mutters softly, his velvety voice surrounding you entirely. 

“I’ve missed you, Obi-Wan,” you whisper and glance at your sleeping compatriot to ensure that your noise levels are not enough to wake him. 

“So have I,” you slowly stand and walk over to him on unstable legs, sitting down right in front of him. You refrain from reaching out and wrapping the Sith Lord in a hug because his loyalties are still questionable, but you trust him enough to not strike out at you, especially while you remain in captivity. 

“What happened?” your voice is barely a whisper but as he stiffens in place, you know that he heard your question. Obi-Wan reaches out with a gloved hand, taking your hand and squeezing it gently. He is warm, as warm as you remember. This close to him, you can see all the details of his face, the beard, the freckles, and the dark circles that seem to mark him as one who calls to the darkness. He wears sadness and exhaustion on his face. 

“Maul--he killed Master Qui-Gon. And there was this voice, calling out to me. It told me to kill him, to take revenge for the death of my master--my father,” his voice breaks for a moment and you reach out to take his other hand. Your heart hurts for him, to see him suffering years after the event occurred. In the rare nights when Obi-Wan would return from missions with Qui-Gon, the two of you would sit on the roof of the Jedi Temple and watch the sunset as he told you about the exciting life he was living outside these bland four walls. It was natural for Obi-Wan to become attached to Qui-Gon, especially because all younglings had no real connection to their parents. His death would have been devastating after years of pent up frustrations with the Jedi and not being able to show any affection at all. 

“I understand,” you state and nod, squeezing his hands gently. You did not condone his actions, nor do you agree with him and his Separatist ideals, but you understand where he comes from. The light still remains in him, but the Sith Lord that he follows maintains a strong grasp on his mind. 

“You do?” his eyes scan over your face to identify if you are telling the truth or not, but you remain as calm as ever wearing a face of concern.

“Of course. It does not mean I agree with the Sith and the Darkside, but,” you pause and sigh, reaching up to gently caress his cheek. “I know why you did what you did. I don’t like it, but I can understand it.”

His beard is softer than you expect and his cheek presses against your palm, a small smile growing on his face. You can feel the exhale of his breath against your hand and his strong pulse against your palm. Only love runs through your veins and as you sit together with him, you allow the Force to take over and navigate this tense moment. When you clear your mind, all that is left is your bright yellow Force signature that reaches out and intertwines with Obi-Wan’s. It is red to reflect the darkness within him, but you can still see the bright cerulean that once painted his soul when he was a youthful Jedi. His once blue eyes always seemed to remind you of the sky, any sky as long as he was there with you.

A deep groan breaks you out of your meditation as you quickly pull your hands away from Obi-Wan like you had been burned. You turn quickly and move over to Anakin as he stirs awake.

“Sky Guy, how are you feeling?” you stand and help him up, Obi-Wan having to follow suit now that the three of you are tethered together.

“I only took a sip, I swear,” he groans and sighs, his eyes quickly finding Obi-Wan. “Birdie, get behind me.”

“It is obvious that these pirates are trying to obtain more than they bargained for,” Obi-Wan states and narrows his eyes at the two of you as Anakin pushes you behind him. “We’re stuck together so I suggest we begin to think of a way to escape.”

You sigh and gently push Anakin’s arm away from you. 

“It’s fine, let’s just figure out how to get out of here,” you tell him and begin looking up at the window-like grates. The metal they are made of prevents you from even attempting to break it open or squeeze through so you disregard them and turn to the door. Obi-Wan quickly picks up on this and walks over, bringing the two of you along behind him as he stares through the grated door and surveys the surroundings. His eyes land on a small plate of fruit and he focuses on levitating the food over toward the slits in the door.

“Don’t you think our priority should be escape first, eat second?” Anakin growls out and you frown, nudging him gently.

“Let him focus, Anakin. We’re on the same side right now,” you state as he turns, frowning at you in confusion. 

“Did you not notice that he’s the bad guy? He’s a sith, Birdie, we shouldn’t be working with this man like we’re friends all of a sudden,” he exclaims and Obi-Wan huffs in anger. You gently place a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and shake your head.

“Anakin, let’s focus on getting out of here first. Then we can talk about technicalities,” you state as the knife slides off the plate and inserts itself into the slot on the wall. The door slides open and you nod, the three of you walking out in a line. Luckily, the halls are almost empty so you get by without raising any alarms. 

You navigate the empty corridors with ease and silence, the three of you listening closely for any pirates that may approach.

“Is now a good time to talk about technicalities?” Anakin whispers and you shake your head as Obi-Wan strikes down a pirate that enters, the man crumpling to the ground. 

“I was brought this way when I was captured, so the hangar should be right--” he slides the key card into the slot with confidence but your hopes are quickly crushed as pirates turn at the noise and approach with their weapons in hand. You clench your jaw nervously as they surround the three of you once again, their weapons aiming directly at your faces.

“Walk back to your cell,” they instruct and you follow suit, flinching when one of the pirates takes a humorous jab at your side. Obi-Wan reaches out and grabs the end, pulling it forward to unbalance the Weequay just as the other pirates point the ends of their blasters at your lover.

“Don’t touch her,” he growls and you can only wince when one of them backhand him, making the Sith Lord fall to his knees. 

“Not so strong now, huh?” the group laughs at him as he stands once more, reaching up to rub at his sore cheek. “Get going.”

You finally arrive back at your jail cell where Hondo is waiting, pacing with an air of mock disappointment. Once rounded up in a circle, you are able to take Obi-Wan’s hand in yours to have him close, even for just a moment in front of these pirates that threaten to hurt you. Hondo begins to walk around the three of you like a predator to his prey, shaking his head and sighing. He steps far too close to you and you can smell the alcohol on his breath when he leans in to look over you. 

“What to do? What to do?” Hondo smiles and reaches out to caress your cheek. You flinch away from him and glare as his rough hands scrape against your skin.

“I don’t want to kill you, per se. Especially you, beautiful. In fact, you seem like decent fellows… even you Darth. Once I get my money, we can go back to being friends. Hopefully more than friends. Now don’t try to complicate things by breaking out again,” Hondo winks and you and you shudder at the thought as he exits the cell, his lackeys following closely behind. The door shuts once again and you feel Obi-Wan tense up beside you. 

“What a piece of work, Birdie. He was really interested in you,” Anakin mutters in disgust as Obi-Wan huffs in frustration. 

“Are you okay, Obi-Wan?” you ask and turn to him as best you can, trying to read his face as he remains tense behind you.

“All these men are after you, of course I’m fine, darling. Why would you think otherwise?” he turns and shoves past Anakin as the three of you begin attempting to break out once more. You turn to glare at Anakin for the obviously flirtatious comments he was saying to try and make Obi-Wan jealous.

“Why are you looking at me?” Anakin asks and you roll your eyes at the childish nature of him. Sometimes you question how he even became a Jedi Knight in the first place.  

“Focus, we need to get out before the Republic ships arrive,” you state and look out through the grates of the cell. Once again, there appears to be a knife left behind and you levitate it over, utilizing the same Force trick that Obi-Wan performed. The door slides open and this time you are even more cautious as the three of you navigate the corridors, keeping an eye out for the various pirates roaming the halls. 

Sliding behind a few crates, you lean against Obi-Wan for a moment as the three of you hide from an approaching Weequay pirate. Instantly, your senses are overwhelmed by Obi-Wan and his warmth, his scent. You turn your head to face him as your noses bump together, making it painfully aware that the two of you are barely inches away from kissing. 

“You two are disgusting,” Anakin mutters as the three of you stand once more and begin scurrying down the hall. 

“I could say the same about you and--” Anakin instantly turns and covers your mouth with his hand as he eyes Obi-Wan. 

“Not in front of him,” he states and removes his hand, walking down the hall. You glance at Obi-Wan as he narrows his yellow eyes at the younger man, silently taking in the information you had just spilled. The alarm suddenly rings out loudly to signify your escape and the three of you begin to bolt down the hallway to the nearest exit. Crates fall behind you as Obi-Wan waves his hand and Anakin leads you out an open door to the courtyard. In front of you stands a tall wall and freedom lies just beyond it. Your legs cannot carry you fast enough as Anakin grabs a pole, pointing it forward to help lift you over. When the pole catches a ledge, it curves and begins lifting Anakin off the ground. Obi-Wan aids in the group effort to get over the wall as he manipulates the Force to get you to the top. Unfortunately, it is not enough and Anakin barely catches onto the ledge, holding on it for dear life as you and Obi-Wan dangle over the edge. The two of you swing and you take a moment to regain awareness of your surroundings before a blaster hits the energy chain holding you and Obi-Wan together. Your heart skips a beat in your chest as he begins to fall, staring straight at you with his golden eyes. For a moment, you think you may lose him but you manage to swing down and catch his arms, preventing him from falling flat onto the stone. The blasters stop and escape feels even closer but Hondo’s voice fills your ears and injects fear straight into your heart. 

“I guess this means we won’t be friends,” the pirates pull the three of you up and for a moment it appears as if they are sending you back to the same cell but the energy chain that binds the three of you is broken as two pirates begin pulling you away from Anakin and Obi-Wan.

“Where are you taking her?” Obi-Wan exclaims as he fights against the hold of the pirates in an attempt to get to you.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be my bargaining chip,” Hondo strokes your cheek as you watch Obi-Wan and Anakin scream out as the pirates pull them away, leaving you alone. The guards pull you into a private room, leaving you and Hondo alone together.

“I think we can have some fun before the company arrives,” he mutters and gingerly begins to touch your body. You lean in close for a moment before drawing back and striking his head with yours. 

“In your dreams, bucko,” you spit out and he laughs, shaking his head. “We could have had fun, my dear,” he approaches you with a needle and roughly injects you with a blueish drug. You attempt to stay awake but your muscles begin to drag as Hondo catches you right when sleep takes over. Fear is the only thing you feel because you have no control over anything that happens to your body when you sleep. It does not take long for you to wake though and once you come to, your legs and arms are bound with energy shackles. The pirates surround you and laugh as Hondo approaches. 

“Your friends came with an army, not spice. Maybe this will convince them,” he mutters and flips a switch as electricity courses through your body. The pain travels through every nerve and muscle, your vision going blurry as the pain overtakes you. For a moment, you expect death to come as your body wriggles around in pain, but you find reprieve in the feeling as Obi-Wan reaches out through the force. 

‘We’re coming my love,’ he whispers just as the power goes out, the lights going out as the energy shackles disappear from around your wrists and ankles. Falling to the floor, you suck in a deep breath of air to help clear your mind. The cold stone floor serves as an escape as the jolts of electricity continue to run their course out of you. You begin to fall in and out of consciousness as a pair of strong arms pick you up from the ground. 

“Darling, are you alright?” Obi-Wan’s voice comforts you as the two of you escape the compound. You groan softly before speaking up.

“Did we get them?” you ask softly as he places you onto the floor of a ship before manning the pilot seat. It hums to life the two of you take off into the depths of space, the sky disappearing as the darkness takes over. You are still a little sluggish but manage to sit up just as you cruise into hyperspace. 

“Where are we going?” you ask, barely sitting up against the metal panel beside you. Obi-Wan turns to stare for a moment as the silence takes over, and the two of you are alone.

“I’m taking you to my secluded quarters where we can talk,” he states and gently reaches out to caress your cheek. You smile and press up against his glove, taking in the feel and the smell of the leather. The fatigue hits once again and you are too sluggish to even protest before sleep takes over. 

You wake up on a bed. The sheets are a dark gray and soft against your skin. The thick comforter is pulled up over your body and as you adjust yourself, you feel the warmth of a man sleeping behind you. You shift your body slightly and realize that Obi-Wan’s arm is holding your body tightly against his. Your clothes are still the same, the plain brown and black cotton fabric clinging to your skin. It is comfortable, you have to admit, but you prefer sleeping in your soft robes. Obi-Wan breaths against your neck and you can feel him gently place a kiss on the nape, a smile on his lips.

“I can hear you thinking, my dear,” he whispers as you turn your body to face him. 

“Sorry, I’m just worried. I’ve been away too long, the Jedi will be angry at you for taking me away,” you state and reach up to gently brush your hand over his cheek. 

“Don’t worry,” he takes your hand in his and softly kisses the palm. “You won’t be away from them for too long.”

The two of you just stare. Looking into each other's eyes to make up for the lost time. You can feel the conflict battling away inside of you, crying out at the fact that the man in front of you is a Sith Lord, that he terrorizes and attacks innocents for no reason but power. And you understand this, his eyes glow yellow even in the dim lighting, but you love him so unconditionally that titles do not seem to matter. Obi-Wan in his core is not destructive, he has just been trained to be that way. You fear for the future of the war though. What happens when he leads droids against clones and you hear of the carnage, what happens when you truly see the darkness inside of him? Will that be the line he has to cross? 

“What are we doing, Obi-Wan?” you ask and sigh, your body tensing up against his. 

The silence scares you, striking fear deep inside you as the two of you realize the consequences of your love. What does love mean during a time of war? Does it even belong there? These questions rampage inside of you, your mind traveling at light speed. 

“I don’t know,” those three words together sum up the entirety of your relationship. Obi-Wan is not the young Padawan you remember him to be, yet your heart yearns for his touch and his presence. You do not doubt that he feels the same way about you and your ties to the Jedi. While you constantly question your practices, your religion, you still are bound to it. Your duty is to serve the people, but the loyalties of the Jedi are questionable now that you fight for the Republic. When did politics come into play?

“I just wanted to spend time with you. Before the war separated us once more,” he states and you smile, shaking your head. 

“I wish I could stay longer but Anakin must be worried sick,” you mutter and try to sit up but Obi-Wan pulls you back down.

“What is your relationship with that Jedi, anyway?” he asks, hiding his jealousy horribly.

“He’s like my brother, dearest. You don’t have to worry anyways, he loves another,” you peel Obi-Wan’s arms from yourself and roll out of the bed, finding a stray ribbon to tie your hair back. 

“Would you mind telling me who?” he asks sweetly and you roll your eyes at his childish mannerisms.

“I can’t, dear. We’re at war,” you state and attempt to navigate your way out of this dimly lit bedroom. You take a moment to appreciate the minimalism of the rooms, taking in the sophistication as you arrive in the kitchen area. Across from the kitchen, four large windows span floor to ceiling, and you look out the glass pane to see the lava splashing against the molten rocks, lighting the entire room bright orange. Obi-Wan follows behind and wraps his arms around your waist as you watch the lava flow down the river. 

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he asks softly and presses his cheek against your forehead. You allow yourself to let the war melt away, just like the lava. It takes a moment, but you can envision a life where everything is good, where there are no Jedi or Sith, just love. Closing your eyes, you can envision Coruscant and what it might be like to live as a simple cantina owner with Obi-Wan as a normal mechanic or even a market owner. He always did love bartering. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?” he asks. You look up at him and watch as a flicker of blue floats in the deep gold of his eyes. 

“I can’t--I have a duty to the people,” you watch as he wants to argue but allows you to have your opinion, to escape the comfort and safety of these four walls to attend to the needs of the people. He nods and leans down to press and kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll show you the ship you can take back,” the two of you walk out to the small landing pad that contains a few smaller ships. You approach the ship and glance back at Obi-Wan, feeling your heart wrench in your chest. How easy it would be to run, to escape, and live with him. But you are not a young padawan anymore, you are a Jedi Knight and future leader of the Jedi Temple Guards. You must exercise a little more restraint. It takes everything to not run back, but you board the ship and take off without another look back at your lost lover. 

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The Helmeted Hunter: Chapter 29

Boba Fett x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Fighting

AO3 Link (In case you like it better over there, it’s okay, no judgement)

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Chapter 29: Old Friends, New Enemies

You had no way of tracking time in the dank, windowless room the Empire had set you up in, but you knew it'd been less than a day. Less than a day, and already they had come.

Boba hadn't been kidding when he'd warned of things getting messy. There was chaos everywhere as the place changed from a research facility to a military bunker on high alert. Sirens blared and radios went off and all personnel from stormtroopers to scientists ran anxiously to and fro. Instructions rang out from the intercom speakers, directing squadrons toward certain entrances or dispatching fleets to drive away those who hadn't yet landed.

You had eventually been dragged out of your room by a pair of dark troopers, intending to take you to a safe room elsewhere. But you were soon stopped by a bounty hunter who'd already made its way inside. It was a robot of some kind, though not like one you'd ever seen before, with a cylinder-shaped head and a stick-figure-like body that spun around as it took out everyone in the corridor but you.

Instead, it shot out a fiber cable, pinning your arms to your sides. And then it clamped one of its hands around the back of your neck, firmly enough where you didn't try to fight back, and guided you toward the lift to the upper level.

As soon as the lift doors opened, though, you were met by a pair of masked, black-clad hunters. You only had enough time to register them as the ones who'd attacked you in Maz's palace, the mercenaries from Crimson Dawn, before the droid pushed you away from the doors and the blaster fight that ensued between them. You stumbled onto the ground and found it difficult to get yourself back up without the use of your arms. By the time you did get on your feet, the mercenaries had overtaken the droid, its metallic body short-circuiting on the floor beside you. One of them grabbed you and hauled you into the lift.

It went on like this for some time. Once the lift brought you to the ground floor, there were more hunters waiting. A fight would break out, and the new hunter would take down the old one, and you'd be moved a bit further through the facility before someone else showed up. There were droids, dark troopers, a man who looked like a lizard.... Some were knocked out, others merely distracted, and even more actually killed.

It was like a game to them, a challenge to see who was truly the best bounty hunter in the galaxy. But it was one you quickly realized you didn't have to worry about being a part of. Despite the violence, you were being kept safe. Each hunter's first move was to protect you. Each one was careful not to let their attacks of the others stray toward you. So you let them take you around, like a baton being passed in a relay race. And with each new exchange-of-hands, you hoped the next one would be to Boba Fett.

You didn't have to wonder if that moment would come for long. A song started playing over the intercom speakers in the facility, cutting off an announcement that technology and experiments would soon be evacuated. It was the song you had played for him, to let him know of the need for this crazy plan. He was here.

You were rounding a corner with your current captor, a burly thug you vaguely recognized as having hunted you back when you first came through the portal. As expected, others were waiting. This time, a duo who had the same tanned, wrinkly features, one slightly taller with a braided pony tail, and the other wearing goggles and holding a really big gun.

The gun fired and the thug fell beside you on the ground with a thud. The shooter grinned at you.

"Little missy!" he shouted above the music, handing the gun over to his partner and throwing his arms wide. "It's been too long since I saw your pretty face!"

"Hondo," you said with a sigh that was equal parts relief and disappointment. You looked down at the gaping hole that sizzled in the dead hunter's stomach. "That's quite the weapon."

"As I always say, speak softly and carry a big gun."

His friend snorted. "I thought it was drive a big tank?"

Hondo tut-ed. "Oh same difference, Quadoro. Anyway, it's courtesy of a really lovely woman we just met. Helped show us around. Had a real can-do attitude. Reminded me of a little lady I know..."

"Mom," you responded to the knowing look he gave you.

"Sounds like you might have stories to share with me now, eh kid?" Hondo smirked.

"Where is she?"

He beckoned you forward. "Just down here. We secured ourselves in a weapons room--"

"Experimental weapons," Quadoro clarified, undoing the cables still tied around your body as you went with them down the corridor.

"Yes, yes. It was fairly easy to identify you on the monitor, so as soon as you got to the hallway we came out for you."

You arrived at the room in question, the door swooshing open to let you in and promptly swooshing back shut behind you. Quadoro fired a round from the big gun at the control panel to prevent it from being reopened.

"Hey, careful!" Hondo snapped. "There's only so much charge in that thing! We might need it later!"

"It's just on the lowest setting."

"Exactly my point! What if we want to use the missile setting but you've already drained it from doing crap like this?"

You tuned out their bickering as you took in your surroundings. There were shelves and grates all around the white walls, stacked with firearms, grenades, and plenty of other devices you couldn't recognize but could only guess at their purpose. There were a few other doorways around the room, too, leading to further storage closets or hallways to other parts of the facility.

You could see a woman moving about in one of the closets. Your mom. You were about to make your way toward her when a particularly dramatic part of your song blared over the speakers, making Hondo laugh.

"What great music. I wasn't sure when Boba told us to hook that mess of cables up to the comms. Thought it was a waste of time given the circumstances, you know? But I like it. Adds some style."

"Boba?" you stopped to ask. "He's with you? He's here?"

"We ran into him after we landed but then split up. He's around somewhere...."

As if on cue, the door to another hallway on the other side of the room opened. There were sounds of a firefight beyond before a familiar green helmet entered, shooting behind him. Hondo and Quadoro moved in front of you with weapons drawn before they also recognized the hunter. When the threat in the hall was finally taken care of, the hunter closed the door and finally turned to face you all.

You couldn't help yourself; you ran around the pirates and threw yourself at Boba, awkwardly wrapping your arms around his armor and jetpack. He returned the embrace, but only briefly, pulling you back to inspect you for injuries.

"I'm fine," you insisted. He nodded reluctantly but still seemed on edge. You couldn't blame him. He had no idea what was really going on, only that things had become bad enough to alert every bounty hunter to your location.

As if reading your mind, he grumbled, "I hate this song. Gave me a heart attack when I heard it."

Though you'd had a reason to play it, and no other choice really, you still couldn't help but feel some guilt. Before you could even begin to explain some of what you had learned, your mom popped out of the little closet, carrying what looked to be a box explosives. She didn't seem to notice you yet.

"This is a great song, Hondo," she said. "A real classic."

Hondo motioned over to you. "Look who made their way to us. Guess we don't need to storm that basement after all."

Your mom smiled at you, relief evident in her features. "Hi hun. I wasn't sure what you were planning with that music player... and it is a little crazy... but I'm glad you're okay."

You gulped and reached for Boba's hand, bringing the stiff bounty hunter forward to meet her. His rough gloves scratched against your skin, but he allowed his fingers to wrap around yours, trusting you.

"Boba," you said softly. "This is my mom."

His expression was hidden beneath the helmet, but you didn't need to see it to know what it was. You knew exactly to what degree his frown lines would be, how his eyes would be solemn and his lips would struggle to remain relaxed and neutral. You knew he was happy for you, but sad for what it could mean for him.

Your mom's face, on the other hand, was emoting quite openly. She looked between the two of you with wide eyes and you could almost see her mind putting the pieces of the puzzle together. Eventually she relaxed a little and addressed him warmly.

"So you're the one we hired to collect our daughter."

You weren't sure how much of that sentence Boba was able to unpack right away. But he nodded his head respectfully and replied, "I guess I am. Pleasure to meet you."

"Thank you for protecting her," she smiled.

Hondo cleared his throat for attention. "Uh, I hate to break up this special meeting, but we should probably work on an escape plan before it's too late?"

Your mom nodded and set down her box, pulling out a small, handheld monitor from her belt and holding it out so you could all gather around. It was a heat map, similar to one you'd used before. Little dots moved all about. There was already a small cluster making its way toward the weapons room. You'd have maybe five minutes before they showed up.

"Unfortunately there aren't many options on this side of the facility," your mom said. She pointed to an outdoor spot just outside the hallway Boba had come from. "Just this platform here, but there won't be any transports. The portal generator is built into the cliffside just beside it, so it's technically a no-fly zone."

"My ship is in a fissure just here," Boba said, also pointing at the map. "It'll take a few trips to fly everyone over with my jetpack, though. I'm sorry, if I'd known I'd be saving multiple people..."

His quiet tone broke your heart. He really did feel remorseful, despite having had no way to know any different.

"Oh don't worry about us," Hondo spoke up, clapping his friend on the back. "We thought it'd be easy to collect the bounty on little missy here, but now we know there is none, we'll make sure she gets out safe. The Empire clipped our ship on the way in, but we can fight our way to some other transports. We'll add some distractions along the way."

"You can use this bay here," your mom offered. "They'll be using those pods to evacuate the experiments. Should make it easy to fly out under the radar."

"Perfect," Hondo grinned. "We'll start with the hooligans coming up the corridor."

The duo marched off to the hallway, Quadoro starting to hoist his big gun on his shoulder dramatically until Hondo snapped that he should really get something more practical. The pirate huffed and let it fall onto a nearby shelf before grabbing a smaller gun. They both gave you a salute before disappearing down the hall.

"I'm guessing you can only carry one at a time?" your mom asked in their wake. Boba nodded.

"So two trips, then..." she mused. Her finger glided over the screen where Boba had pointed out his ship earlier. It was black, with no features to distinguish the crags and dips of the terrain. But your mom seemed to be visualizing it in her head. You realized with a pang of sadness that while you had been traveling around the galaxy, she had been here, stuck in a sterile facility on a gloomy planet with devious people.

"There's a large air vent in that closet," she finally said, thumbing behind her. "It'll spit out down in the ravine... I'm just not sure where...."

"Good enough," Boba nodded again. "Even if it's not close to the ship, it'll provide protection for one of you while I take the other to it."

"Agreed," your mom said, leading you toward the vent in question.

"My helmet was reading high chemical levels in the air when I was outside. Will that be a problem?" Boba asked as he bolted the closet door shut from the inside. Ever thinking ahead, as always.

"Oh..." your mom sighed, though more in annoyance. "Yes, they emit from the ravines. The Empire's dug deep for their experiments, more so out here since this division's work has been the least productive."

She pulled some gas masks off a nearby hook and held one out to you. "It's only toxic when the lightning storms pass over. These masks will filter it until we can get to the ship."

You went ahead and strapped on the mask, trying not to think about how silly it probably made you look. You then helped Boba remove the grate from the vent in the floor. You could see the square metal shaft only descend down a short ways before branching horizontally away.

"I'll go first," you mom volunteered. Her mask hid her expression but the sheepishness was evident in her voice. "I'm claustrophobic."

She dropped down and began crawling away hastily. Boba nodded at you to go next. As you started crawling, you could hear him slide down behind you and move the grate back into place.

It was a very quick crawl. There was one grate along the way with a filter caked in dirt. Your mom pushed the flimsy thing aside and continued to lead you down the shaft. Even through the gas mask, you could tell you were getting closer to the outside. There was that same sulfuric smell you'd gotten a whiff of when you'd first landed, only much more potent in the dampened air.

Eventually your mom was kicking at the outside grate, the piece of metal clattering away. There was an outcropping of the cliffside just below that she climbed out onto. You joined her, blinking up at the darkened sky as little droplets of rain hit your exposed skin. It was a light rain, but consistent.

"Do you know where to go from here?" your mom asked as Boba clambered out of the vent behind you.

He flipped open the panel on his wrist cuff, using some kind of scanner to locate his ship. But then there was a noise, like a group of people shouting. He snapped it shut and peered around the edge of the cliffside, you and your mom sneaking a peek from behind him. The vent had only sent you right alongside the platform, the one that sat just below the portal generator. A group of bounty hunters had made their way onto it, using their own scanners to look around. Either your pirate friends hadn't succeeded in distracting the group from before, or this was a new party who'd come from elsewhere.

The three of you each uttered your own curse word. This was not good.