#i even gave it it's little R2

[thesunmakesmetired]

Me: *drowning in school work*

My english teacher: "were gonna do egg baby"

Me: egg x-wing

Teacher: what?

Me: eggs-wing

Edit: it survived the day

My math teacher liked it so much he sent it to the "teacher nerd groupchat" bjsbxjsbjxjsz

Thankfully he didn't notice that i didn't do the homework he assigned to do it-

[hispg]

Longing for love

Pairings: R2! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: It's your birthday, and your childhood friend wants to make it special.

Wc: 2.4k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, loss of virginity (both sides), pet names, soft sex, making out, slight oral( f receiving).

An: I know I promised I'd post this last week, but this week I was feeling down about writing anything. Just as I haven't replied to asks or comments, I'll probably reply to them tonight.

I don't know what happened, I had so much to write and ended up writing almost nothing. Anyway, I'll try to finish what I've already got half-written and try to post it over the next few days!

I really hope this bad mood passes soon, and I thank you all for your love. 🫶🏻

It was a special day, your birthday. You had nothing special planned, nothing other than lying in the comfort of your bed watching some series on your laptop.

Even though you had told your childhood friend, Leon, that you didn't want anything special today, he refused to accept it.

It was your birthday, how could he pass it up? Even though he didn't have the best financial conditions in the world, he spared no expense in giving you a shiny necklace with a heart as a pendant.

If it were up to him, he would give you anything you asked for. Because he thought you deserved all the best the world could offer.

And here he was, spoiling you with sweet, wet kisses, holding you down on the bed while he gave your forehead one last kiss before whispering:

"Are you sure you don't want anything?" You'd lost count of how many times he'd asked you that during the night.

You knew he could get you anything you wanted, all you had to do was ask.

"No, Lee..." You said softly, clutching and snuggling into him.

He nodded, tangling his fingers in your hair and playing with the strands, holding you so close to him that the two of you had your bodies pressed together.

The bed seemed so cozy for both of you, the covers that were wrapped around your bodies as the two of you exchanged these light caresses.

You couldn't have been happier on your birthday, cuddling up to him while the gentle rain fell outside.

Leon felt his heart flutter every time he saw you all dolled up in a light purple dress, looking like a princess. Wearing your prettiest earrings, glossy lips that had left a raspberry taste in his mouth that made him keep licking his lips because of it.

"You know... I saw a dress..." Leon begins, and you already know where this is going to end.

He always says he sees something that reminds him of you, and every time he ends up bringing it as a present for you, with the excuse that you'd look perfect wearing what he's bought.

"Leon, you don't have to..." You whisper, kissing him on the lips.

He closed his eyes with a soft smile, pressing you a little closer against him.

"But I'd love to..." He says with that cocky smile you already know well.

You giggle, kissing his cheeks several times. He always got frustrated and embarrassed when you did this, his cheeks getting hot from the act.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't love it every time you showered him with kisses. The feel of your lips on his skin was something he would never forget.

Without even realizing it, he gripped your hips a little harder, getting goosebumps when your breasts grazed his chest from how close you were to him.

Once you'd finished what you'd started, the proud smile plastered across your face.

"Why are you blushing?" You asked with mischief and sweetness in your voice, biting your lip as you looked at him.

You watched his lips come together and press, a sketch of a pout there. His eyes locked with yours, his arms wrapped around your waist.

God, how could he resist that? How could he resist you?

He swears he was trying to ignore the situation, trying to ignore the way you were so close to him, your warm body crashing against his.

Maybe he was being daring, but he took the opportunity a step further, placing a light kiss on your neck. Letting his lips linger there for a few moments.

The response that came from you pleased him, he heard your breathing hitch, your chest descend and rise more visibly. He knew you liked it.

"Maybe I want something..." You whispered, looking at him with a certain shyness.

You knew that the two of you had already crossed the line into friendship, not least because you doubted that friends kissed or got that close. But when he looked at you in such a sweet way, something in you melted.

"Say... I can give you anything you want..." He whispers, lightly caressing your cheeks.

You bite your lip, leaning your forehead against his once more, and soon the sweet words are coming from your lips:

"A kiss?" It wasn't the first time you'd kissed, but the way you asked for it this time, so sweetly, the smile was kind of drawn on your face.

Who was Leon to say no?

"Whatever you want, princess." That's all he said before kissing you.

It started in a loving and gentle way, his lips moving against yours in sync, his fingers caressing your waist with affection and delicacy.

Your hands wrapped in his hair as his tongue traced your lower lip, asking for passage into your mouth. And you didn't deny it.

You don't know how it happened, or how a simple make out session turned into languid, sloppy kisses, his hands grabbing every bit of skin he could find, not wasting a single precious second to touch you.

And before you knew it, he was on top of you, his hands slowly coming down to hold your hips. And knowing how far this was going to go, you didn't try to do anything to stop it.

In the blink of an eye he had already taken off your dress, his lips trailing down your neck as he grasped the waistband of your panties, taking no time to remove them at once.

His eyes went wide once you were naked in front of him, his cock aching from the rush of seeing you like this.

"Can I...?" All he wanted was your permission to continue or to stop, it was up to you.

You nodded shyly, letting him do whatever he wanted.

And that was all he needed to continue. He moved his face down to your belly, kissing softly and sweetly across your skin, leaving no part untouched. He was so anxious that he could barely think straight, the only thing he wanted to feel was what it would be like to be inside you.

So he needed to prepare you, right? And once he saw how wet you were already getting with just a few kisses, it wasn't long before he thought of a solution to get you soaking wet.

His hands gripped your thighs, you could tell he was as nervous as you were. The blush on his cheeks, the way he was biting his lower lip to hold back the sounds he might make at the sight of you in this situation.

He'd never seen you naked like this, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined this situation multiple times.

But now that you were here in front of him, it was a completely different story.

Before you could look at him, you felt his warm lips on your thighs, giving you light, wet kisses.

As if he was afraid and apprehensive of making any moves, he had never done that in his life, he was just following what he thought was right, maybe he could call it instinct or something.

His warm, soft lips gave you goose bumps, made your body shudder under his body, you gasped and arched your body gently.

His every touch was capable of making your thoughts go blank and you forget the world around you, as if nothing else mattered. Just the two of you there.

He also couldn't stop salivating once he saw your wet folds, the state he'd managed to leave you in with just a few kisses and caresses. Your throbbing pussy almost begging for him, a sight that sent an electrifying pulse to his hard cock.

You held back from moaning when you felt his hot breath against your sex.

It wasn't long before you were shuddering at his touch, the way he was so delicate as he planted kisses in your folds, he was so tender that it was simply attractive to watch. His blue eyes staring at you, just to make sure you were comfortable with it all, and that you wanted it as much as he did.

As soon as he saw that you were ready for him, he began to undress. In a hurried and clumsy way he took off his clothes, throwing them into a corner of the room.

You were mesmerized by his body, strong and muscular, so defined that you could salivate just looking at it.

Once again he was lying on top of you, his lips pressed to yours in a hot kiss.

You only heard him fisting himself a little, before he began to guide his tip into your entrance. You knew from the kiss he was giving you that he wanted to make you focus only on him, making you as comfortable as possible.

So he slowly entered you, calmly and patiently, all the while asking you if it was okay and if he could continue. The situation was new and strange for both of you, so reluctance was more than normal.

Once he had sunk into you, he could have sworn to God that he was holding back from cumming, the sensation of your warm, wet walls was more than enough to finish him off.

But he held on, held on and tried his best to stop the thoughts of simply exploding inside you here and now.

And he hovered over you, simply rigid on top of you, just as his hard cock didn't move an inch from where it was.

He felt your discomfort, the way you hissed a little when he put it in, and if you were being honest, it stung considerably.

He stood still, that is until you both got used to the foreign feeling.

But even then, he kept giving you soft kisses on the cheek, whispering sweet nothings to help you relax.

"I love you so much..." He whispered sweetly in your ear, giving the area light kisses and licks.

You moaned softly at his touch, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips, entwining with him in such an erotic and intimate way.

And in yet another of his gestures, he entwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly as he gazed at you with those gentle blue eyes.

It was a gaze so tender, so loving, a gaze that was reserved for you, only you.

"You can move..." You say softly, looking at him shyly.

He gets the message, and slowly starts to move, in a shallow and calm way, he had no intention of rushing things.

Not least because he could see how nervous you were, or how much your pussy clenched around him, even though he had stimulated you, had prepared you to loosen up more.

"So tight..." He moans softly, giving your lips a gentle kiss.

The way he was so tender, so tenuous as he thrust into you, he didn't even move much, just enough to cause a little friction.

Not least because he didn't even know what you liked at those times, it was two inexperienced lovers learning at once.

"Lee..." You call softly, gently biting your lower lip as you look at him.

Surely he noticed the way your hips began to move against his, as if your body knew exactly what to do in this situation.

He took this as a green light, and began to pick up the pace, still making a point of giving you kisses and caresses all over your body.

You felt your mind getting so heavy, his cock reaching places so deep, points so sensitive that you couldn't even imagine.

It was all so good, certainly better than you imagined.

In one swift movement he removed one of his hands from yours, moving down your belly until he reached your crotch, where he stopped respectfully. Not wanting to do anything without your permission.

"Is it okay if I....?" He asked, placing his index finger next to your clit.

He wanted to know what you liked, what felt good, and he was going to start here. With your bundle of nerves.

"Y-yes... Please." You asked in a sly voice, and he could even see the pout that formed on your lips.

He smiled against your neck, giving the area a hickey, leaving a small mark. And then there was his thumb, smoothing over your clit, making small, delicate circles on the sensitive flesh, making you roll your eyes and moan louder with each movement.

He eased off when he felt you loosening up more, and with that he understood that he could increase the speed of his hips, and so he did.

Now the dirty, wet sounds echoed through the room, his heavy balls slapping against you and making that characteristic skin-on-skin noise.

But neither of you cared, so lost in that moment that the least of your problems was the profanity that came out of your mouths in the form of words.

Your heavy breaths came together as one, in the purest of synchronies. He was close, and so were you.

But as far as he was involved, your pleasure came first, so he would hold back as long as he could so that you would come first.

"Leon... I think I'm going to cum." You say in a low moan, feeling a new sensation forming in the pit of your stomach.

Your walls squeezing so tightly around him, and him trying his best to hold back. With a strangled groan you felt your hot fluid pouring out of you, your body arching and crashing against his as you came.

It was enough to send him over the edge too, and he almost didn't take his cock out of you, he was so lost in your expression of ecstasy that he forgot he wasn't wearing a condom.

He even thought about cumming in your belly, but was genuinely apprehensive of making a mistake and making a mess. So he pulled out of you, fisting himself and cumming on the sheets. Moaning and grunting as his cum spurted onto the silk sheets.

You were both tired from the recent orgasm, and he took the opportunity to lie on top of you and hold you close.

"On your belly next time?" He asks softly, a shy, mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

You smile, trying to hide the blush on your cheeks with your hands, hugging him as he relaxes on top of you.

"Yes, next time." You whisper, closing your eyes and storing the moment in your memory.

You couldn't have hoped for anyone better to lose your virginity to, and for sure, Leon couldn't have had anyone better either.

You can believe it was your best birthday.

[donelywell]

October 5 2023

I changed things up because it's got Frontiers Final Horizons Spoilers. I know the updates been out for like 2 months now but I'm being really cautious.

Super Sonic was really fun to play in the base game, having the auto combo thing on and just seeing so much bombastic energy and over the top moves being thrown at giant titans was so much fun.

I did however, not read the instructions where they tell you to hold the parry, I thought it was a perfect timing thing like a normal parry. So fighting Giganto and Wyvern for the first time was a nightmare for me until I actually read the instructions. =v='

For the design, I didn't change much, Super Sonic is really cool. I basically just changed the green parts of his shoes to red to reflect his new eye color.

Super Sonic² was so cool! The casual backhand slap, the sass, the move where he basically does the idw move, the finger point when he gets back in the game!

The only issue I had is that I didn't understand at all how to fight the final boss. I didn't 100% complete the map so I didn't get the hints. (I am still stuck on the stupid ball hoop map puzzle thing, I swear there is no way to do it) So unfortunately, I had to look up a guide. That kinda dampened the experience, but there was no way I was fighting Supreme over again, getting to the same glitch because I killed him too fast, and then fail the final boss fight again because I didn't know I was supposed to press r2.

I made his quills seem like they are turning into flames at the tips, I made his torso kinda have a sun symbol on it, I made his secondary fur white and his base fur/ quills bright yellow to kinda give it more sun imagery. His arm patterns are a little more detailed, his gloves have kinda formed into the body, making the cuffs look like they're on fire too. His socks turned into bandages and blue rings floating on him with the soles of his shoes kinda smoking on the back. It was a lot of fun interpreting this design differently, giving it a more ancient vibe with a modern twist. The original design is still really cool too!

Cyber Super Sonic... one of the coolest forms in my opinion and yet we see him for less than a minute in only a cutscene. I'm not complaining, the cutscene was so cool! Me and my sibling were star struck when we saw it!

I love the Fleetway elements! The sharp teeth, the crazy eyes, the chaotic behavior that almost made it seem like if Cyber Super Sonic wasn't being literally shot out to his enemy, he'd not be able to tell between friend or foe! God, it was so cool!! Even if it was just limited to a cutscene where you can barely see the entire design in a single image!

I did actually have a static version of this image too, but I'm not including it because it gave me eye strain, and I don't want to hurt you.

For the form I actually decreased the amount of polygons on Sonic. If you look, he's more angular & simplistic and his legs and arms are rectangles! I thought it'd help give him more of a Cyber Computer vibe. I used the blue static and made it kinda an accent color so you can see where things are. I don't really know why, but I also made some parts of him detached? The inside parts have the white spirals that Cyber Super Sonic's eyes were.

The update was a lot of fun to play when it came out, even if it was EXTREMELY challenging for a casual player like myself. Almost made me quit a few times and a couple guides were begrudgingly looked up. Playing as Tails and Amy were definitely the highlights of the update for me though. I hope it was as much fun for you as it was for me. :)

[alicent-vi-britannia]

Why did Rolo kill Shirley?

When I entered the Code Geass fandom, I quickly learned that the world is divided into two groups: either you love Rolo because he killed Shirley (you're a Shirley hater) or you hate Rolo because he killed Shirley (you're a Shirley fanboy). But, since I'm an anti-establishment person, I don't identify with either group and I take my own position: I suffer equally for Shirley and Rolo because one of my favorite characters killed another of my favorites and that fractured one of my favorite relationships in the series (damn you, Code Geass, so many years watching KDramas, movies, anime, animated series and TV series and I never found myself in an emotional dilemma like this). So today I'll analyze what led Rolo to kill Shirley. But before that I would like to invite you to read the first analysis I wrote about Rolo in which I investigated why Lelouch manipulated and deceived Rolo successfully, as there I delved into Rolo's damaged mind and it is vital to understand Rolo's background and what situation he is in. That is why I'll be forced to rescue three key points from that analysis and expand on them, before answering the question.

Point #1 "Rolo's background".

It's difficult to judge Rolo since he was not educated in values ​​and norms like the rest of the characters and even us, the viewers, despite the difference that exists between environments. Rolo wasn't raised to be a human by loving parents or guardians, on the contrary, he was trained to be a killing machine by the Geass Order. Therefore, he has no morals or discernment of right and wrong or social skills or emotional tools. Just as I said in that analysis, Rolo never grew up. He is a child who was given a gun. Something similar to Superboy in Titans, who killed a man as soon as he took his first steps in the world and never repented because he didn't understand that what he did was wrong nor did he know that the power he had carried with it a responsibility; although, for Rolo, killing is little more than fulfilling a duty. In the Order of Geass, Rolo was indoctrinated (which is not the same as "taught") to follow orders, solve problems through violence (specifically, through murder) and repress his social, emotional and affective needs. This indoctrination conditioned Rolo for his entire life. Rolo is a child who had his life stolen from him and his mind controlled, even by the person he loved the most: his brother, Lelouch. And here I will take the opportunity to link it to the next point...

Point #2 "Lelouch's manipulation and Rolo's mental fragility".

As soon as Lelouch regained his memories, he realized that Rolo was a problem (because Rolo had been ordered to kill him and his Geass made him dangerous) and that the best way to handle him (and, furthermore, take advantage of him) was through manipulation and lies, since Lelouch observed that Rolo never had a family, but he wanted, deep down, to create an emotional connection since, despite the conditioning of the Geass Cult, Rolo was still a human being. However, Rolo's genuine and pure desire for a family (brother, in this case) tells us something else that is pertinent to take into account: Rolo also desires validation and this contributes to Rolo having low self-esteem.

Rolo has no appreciation for anyone's life, not even his own. Watch R2 Episode 4: Lelouch tells Rolo that if he kills him right then he will lose two things and one of them is his life, to which Rolo literally replies: "Like I care about that.". I suppose that's why the Geass Order conditioned him to see himself as a worthless tool: that way if one day Rolo gave problems to V.V.'s evil organization, he wouldn't oppose being eliminated; it's even safe to say that the lack of value that Rolo gave to his life optimized his performance in missions, since he would accept all the risks, regardless of what happened to him. Likewise, the lack of appreciation for life and his work as a hitman for the Geass Order are the reason why Rolo trivializes murder, to the point of putting it on the same level as mundane and ordinary activities like brushing the teeth.

As a consequence of all this, Rolo is someone manipulable and without mental strength, which makes him very vulnerable and a perfect victim for a snake charmer and, moreover, a silver tongue like Lelouch. This scenario that I have just described is the ideal breeding ground for an emotional dependence of Rolo towards Lelouch to develop and that is exactly what Lelouch intends to do, why? Because in this way Lelouch will have at his disposal the complicity, the skill and the Geass of Rolo who will follow him out of practically unconditional devotion and will prevent Rolo from betraying him in the future, how will he do it? By putting himself at the center of Rolo's small world. In episode 4 of R2, Lelouch urges Rolo to find a purpose in life and convinces him (or, rather, manipulates him) that he is that purpose, that only he can bring him a future, make the promise of a change come true. A happy life with his brother. Rolo won't notice the red flags, he'll even tolerate them if he sees them, because he finally has validation and affection. For the first time, someone acknowledges his existence and tells him and shows him that he is valuable and important.

But a presence threatens Lelouch and Rolo's wonderful partnership and it emerges at the moment Rolo killed Shirley. No. Rolo didn't kill Shirley because he hated her or want to annihilate all of Lelouch's loved ones to isolate him and keep him for himself, he killed her because she said, " I wanna bring all the happiness back into Lelou’s life! Then maybe he could be together with his sister, Nunna!" That's right. Nunnally.

The series made it clear to us in R2 episode 7 that the mere name of Nunnally unnerved Rolo and in R2 episode 18 Rolo is determined to kill her. Why? Because Rolo is jealous of Nunnally and jealousy is a manifestation of insecurities, but what is Rolo insecure about? The love that Lelouch says he professes for him. Rolo is perfectly aware that he has taken Nunnally's place (that was the mission that the Geass Order entrusted him with) and that Lelouch sincerely loves his sister, so that not only Lelouch sees Rolo as a "false brother", he sees and feels himself that way too. Therefore, Rolo feared that Lelouch would get rid of him once Nunnally returned and poor Rolo was right since Lelouch intended that same thing before Shirley was killed. However, losing Lelouch not only implied an emotional loss for Rolo, it also implied losing his purpose and his identity since Rolo has no future without Lelouch nor is he anyone without him. Lelouch is the one who can make Rolo happy, Lelouch is the one who validates Rolo and if he disappears, what will become of Rolo, who can no longer be the Geass Order's hitman or Lelouch's brother?

So when Shirley showed the naive and noble intention of reuniting Lelouch with Nunnally, Rolo felt threatened by a danger that had been stalking him for a long time in his worst nightmares, breathing down his neck and what did he do? He dealt with the danger as he dealt with all his problems, the only way he knew how: by killing Shirley. Thus Rolo eliminated any possibility of the reunion between siblings and Lelouch would know nothing of the help that Shirley offered him.

I think Rolo chose to believe the lie he made up, that is, that he killed Shirley to protect Lelouch's identity, instead of accepting that he felt vulnerable and in danger, because that reason legitimized his crime and, at the same time, was the best defense mechanism. Rolo couldn't accept that he somehow hurt Lelouch; instead, if he helped and protected him, the murder becomes acceptable and even forgivable. For no other reason Rolo reveals to Lelouch why he killed her before he asks him, in search of validation, of course, just like a puppy that pants and licks its owner to be rewarded with a bone.

If Rolo were a normal person, if Lelouch and Rolo didn't have such a toxic relationship, if there were therapists in Britannia who could treat Lelouch and Rolo, everything would have been solved with a heart-to-heart talk and personal work. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case.

Shirley's murder was a direct consequence of manipulating, lying to, and using a boy who was abused as a child, who was conditioned by adults who were supposed to protect him, and who has emotional deficiencies. It's tragic for Shirley because it's unfair that she had to pay the price. It's tragic for Rolo because he wanted to preserve his happiness and ended up destroying his relationship with Lelouch. It's tragic for Lelouch because it's his responsibility (even if the fanboys continue to only blame Rolo).

All of this seems to indicate that Lelouch and Rolo’s relationship is based on manipulation and lies and yes, that’s true, however, there was also love and that’s what’s interesting about Lelouch and Rolo’s relationship. It’s beautifully twisted, more so than Suzaku and Lelouch? Uhm! Maybe yes, I’m not sure at the moment, more so than Lelouch and C.C.? Hell! I dare say no. One day we will address the positive aspect of this relationship and we will do so when I discuss Rolo’s death; but, before that, I will talk a little about Lelouch and Kallen’s relationship, which is the most underrated relationship of all, despite the nuances and complexities. Maybe I'll talk about why Kallen returned to Lelouch, despite him showing himself to be a leader unworthy of her loyalty; maybe I'll talk about the time when Lelouch lies to save Kallen from the firing squad, which is one of the most underrated, heartbreaking and romantic moments in the series. We'll see. For now, I hope you enjoyed the analysis and that it has improved your understanding of Rolo's character and his relationship with Lelouch. Nowadays, I just want to talk about my favorite series and forget that the alternate universe exists, which is difficult considering there's a spin-off airing. I hope there are fans who share my feelings. Without further ado, I'll take my leave.

[reverie-verse]

Anakin Skywalker x Reader: Crabbiness Equals Love

Prompt: You’re from Earth, He’s from a Galaxy from far away. You’re sort of a normal person, and he’s a Jedi, that’s tasked with bringing you back to the council. You’ve known him for a few months and you’ve both had a rocky relationship, you’re friendly one minute and arguing the next. But what happens when the two of you are finally forced to work together? Things tend to come to light in odd ways…

Enemies + Friends =Love 🫶🏽🥹😊

Fluff this is definitely fluff😊

Yes I gave you knowledge in fighting because let’s face it, ain’t nobody safe out here in these streets. 😩😬

You have some knowledge in technology of the ship, given that you’re an engineer. 🤷🏽‍♀️ It’s how I developed the story😩

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“ Master, we've been stranded out here for two days! Go talk to her.” Ahsoka points out to you, Anakin had his arms crossed, staring off into the distance. Rex tried his best not to laugh, taking it as his cue to visit and speak with Obi Wan.

“ No” Anakin doesn’t budge, instead he sighs a deep sigh.

“Master, can’t you see how hard she’s working over there, tinkering away on the ship. Even R2 is going over there to help her out”Ahsoka tried a different approach, sounds of metal and sparks could be heard, R2 makes his little way across the dirt to get to you.

“ She's fine. She doesn’t need my help.” He continues his long distance staring, his stubbornness at an all time high. Ahsoka groans, throwing her hands up in the air. She turns away from Anakin making her way towards the ship. She could hear you cursing as you were banging on the pieces of the ship. She shook her head figuring she’d have to try to persuade you to speak with him.

“ Y/N?!” She calls out to you.

“ What?!” You replied as you twisted a piece of electrical together.

“What’s going on between the both of you?” Ahsoka lifts her eyebrow up at you, as she peeks into the little hole of which you worked out of.

“ Nothing” You replied, taking to wires and conjoining them, testing out to see if they’d work.

“ Really? Why do I get the feeling it’s not true” Ahsoka says sneakily, trying to get you to explain the situation. Or maybe reveal a detail about the relationship between the two of you.

“ No-Well-No-you know what, I need a power converter. I can’t do this without it, and that means I need to go into the city” You changed the subject avoiding Ahsoka’s statement.

“ Great!-“ Ahsoka smiles “-Anakin will go with you- ANAKIN! You have to go with Y/N to the city!” Ahsoka turns on her heel, making her way out the ship and to her Master. Anakin had moved to stand next to Obi Wan and Rex.

“ No, you go with her” He shakes his head, he refuses to be with you right now.

Obi Wan only smirks before speaking out “ I agree with your padawan, I think you should go with Y/N”

“ I don’t care what my padawan thinks, I’m in charge” He retorts.

“ Yes, while that is true, but I out rank all of you, so you will go with Y/N to the city,” Obi Wan replied as he rested a hand under his chin. You were standing at the end of the ramp. You grit your teeth, clenching your fists. Ahsoka smiles from ear to ear, Rex had to turn away from the scene.

You and Anakin both glared at each other. The word “Fine” left both of your lips roughly, as the irritation builds between the two of you.

“ Get your cloak” Anakin orders.

“ I am getting my cloak-here’s yours asshole” You threw his cloak at his face while you tugged yours on.

Anakin glared at you, catching it with ease shrugging it on. “ What did you just call me?”

“ I called you a-“

“ -Be safe you two! We’ll watch the ship while you’re gone!” Ahsoka interrupted you as she ushered the two of you along. From the looks of it, the two of you walked with a large amount of space between you, neither one of you wanting to be near one another. It was quite amusing to be honest.

Rex shook his head, a smile on his face “ Are you sure you want to send just the two of them? They might end up killing each other.”

“ Captain Rex, the hope is that they won’t kill each other. Maybe by the end of this the two will get along. “ Obi Wan sighs, shaking his head.

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The two of you neared the city limits, as the two of you were about to enter, Anakin pulled his hood upon his head shielding his face, causing you to do the same. Both of you instinctively inch closer together, as your eyes surveyed the crowd. “ Stick close and don’t touch anything” Anakin whispers to you.

“ Oh come on, what are you, my gatekeeper? It’s not like I planned to touch everything while in the process of running away.” You replied sarcastically, your eyes landed on a building that looked as if it sold parts. That was the first shop you intended to visit, you began to move in that direction, Anakin hot on your heels, his eyes never drifting from the crowd.

“ No but you aren’t a jedi either, so someone has to watch you” He retorts, as he quickly wraps a hand around your bicep, pulling you back into him, to keep the creature walking past you, from crashing into you. His grip on you wasn’t as hard as you’d expect. He held you firmly but not enough to cause bruising. Interesting. You were less timid from the time you were first introduced to this life. By now you were becoming accustomed to it, the creatures, and the planets. The life of the galaxy.

“ Yeah well, I don’t need a babysitter. And who's to say I won’t become one just to spite you.” You yank your arm out of his grasp opening the door, your eyes looking for the section of materials you need.

“ Y/N that’s not how that works-What is your problem?” Anakin asks as he surveys the shop.

“ My problem? I should be asking you that, you're the one who’s got a stick shoved up his ass twenty-four seven.” You had finally found the piece you were looking for, you grabbed it turning to Anakin to show him the piece that you found. He of course had to make sure it was in good shape and condition before purchasing the item.

“ What’s that supposed to mean?” He asks you in confusion.

“ It means that you’re crabby all the time, at least with me. You're not that way with Ahsoka, Obi Wan or even Rex. Or that Senator woman” You take the item off the counter carrying it in your arms, Anakin takes his leftover credits, placing them in his pocket.

“ That ‘senator woman’ has a name, there’s nothing going on between her and I…-I’m not crabby with you all the time..” He tries to defend, as he ushers you outside, he makes sure to place an arm around your waist, keeping you close. He could feel an uneasy disturbance through the force, someone was here, and he could feel their eyes on you both.

“ Really? Cuuzzz it kinda looks like it- Listen all I’m saying is that ever since you and your space warriors came to earth to take me away on your little spaceship. You were fine but then after that two week grace period you’ve been nothing but crabby-hey!” Anakin pulls you into an alleyway behind a bin, his large hand covers, your mouth, your back pressed tightly to his chest, his side pressed against the wall, shielding you from the creatures who stopped at the alleyway.

“ Which way did they go?” One hisses out.

“ I don’t know, I lost them in the alleyway”

“ She’s with a jedi” Another growls.

“ So, it’s just one jedi against the four of us.-” The other voice chuckled darkly. Anakin’s com link blink, a sound emitted from it. You looked up at him as he looked down at you, he let go of your mouth as the two of you rushed to turn it off. Obi Wan’s voice comes through before you both could get to the button.

“ Anakin, where are you two? I do hope that you aren’t fighting. Ahsoka has finished a portion of Y/N’s work we still need that other piece-”

“ Did you hear that? It sounds like we got company” The group inched further into the alleyway.

“ Anakin? Come in, Anakin?” Obi Wan’s voice grew more irritated by the second.

“ Awe man, does that mean we gotta fight the lizard people?” You looked towards Anakin who was shaking his head at your reluctance.

“ Yeah-” His answer was short as he moved you out of the way, he lifted his wrist to his mouth “Obi Wan I’m a little busy right now, we’ll get there as fast as we can-”. Anakin pulled out his lightsaber, igniting it as the group of four closed on you both. You moved off to the side, your eyes landing on a speeder that remained stationed on the side, the owner nowhere in sight. The group grew closer, lifting their weapons up, pointing at the two of you.

“We take them together-Y/N?!” Anakin calls out to you as you take off running. You threw whatever object you found on the ground at one of the lizard guys. Using him as leverage you knocked the weapon out of the other guy's hand, the three of you now engaged in hand to hand combat. Anakin deflects the shots taking down his enemies. He too, is engaged in hand to hand combat, as he easily takes them down. However one of the enemies pressed a button on their wrist signaling for back up, a much larger group of thugs emerged from the opposite end of the alleyway.

“ Shit there’s more?!-“ As you both fought.

“ What did you expect, for there to be less?!” Anakin yells back as he kicks his opponent back.

“ I don’t know, maybe?!-“ You socked your opponent in the face, as he ducked your eyes landed on a speeder across the way,”- Anakin the speeder!” You yelled as you flipped a guy over, rolling yourself over his body, using his weapon to shoot at the other men.

“ I know-Let’s go!” Anakin twirls his lightsaber blocking off the shots, he slices one weapon in half as he force pushes his enemy away. You took off running for the speeder, Anakin following behind you. The two of you weave through the crowd, getting on just as the owner walked out of a nearby shop. The two of you hopped in starting it right away. Anakin drove the speeder while you sat facing the back of the speeder pointing your weapon at the enemies. As they fired at you both, you fired back at them, Anakin swerved through traffic. He makes a hard turn causing you to slide over, losing your shot.

“ Damnit!-” You shouted as you realigned your targets.

Anakin too busy lost in thought he smashes his foot on the break causing you to yet again lose your shot and slam into the dashboard. “ Anakin?!” You glared at him.

“ You think I’m crabby?!” The vehicle completely stopped in the middle of traffic. Anakin turned to look at you.

“ What?!” You replied in disbelief and shock.

“ Do you?” He insisted.

“ Are you kidding me right now?! We are in the middle of a speed chase and you want to talk about being crabby?!-“ Your grabbed your weapon, fixing yourself back into your position as the other speeders got closer. “-Now’s the time to start moving!”

“ I’m finishing the conversation we had earlier! Answer the question!” Anakin was determined.

“ Are you-Fine-Yes I do! Are you happy now? Will you stop arguing with me and drive?!” You started firing, hitting one of the targets causing them to fall off their speeder and crash into a building. You switch targets aiming for another one, you follow it.

“No I’m not crabby! No, I won't drive, not until we sort this out- together!” He crosses his arms.

You looked away from your target glaring at him “So help me-if you don’t start this damn vehicle-ugh fuck it!” You pull back your weapon slamming your foot down on the gas, Anakin momentarily takes his foot off the break, the two of you once again swerving out of traffic. Half of your body rests on top of him as you move through the current of vehicles, you aim to get the hell out of dodge. Anakin switched seats with you, allowing you to take hold of the driver's seat, and him the passenger. A hand that belonged to Anakin as he gripped onto your shirt holding you in place to keep you from falling out. The two of you shifted from side to side from your aggressive turn. The two of you barely make it out of the city, leaving the thugs behind in the dust so to speak.

The heat of your skin pouring through your shirt, it warmed his hand. For a second Anakin thought of what it might feel like to touch your skin. To feel the heat of it against his. The chemistry between you too was undeniable, the level of comfortability has always been there. For Anakin you were the one person he could be himself around. He could be sad, mad, sweet, humorous, annoying, over confident, and boyish. But you, you were honest, sarcastic, you were hilarious, you were kind and charismatic. You were right though, he was being a dick to you, sort of these past few weeks. When he first met you, you were kind and you offered to help where you could and when you could. He liked that about you-there were a lot of things he liked about you-he just wasn’t ready to admit it-not with so many people around…

By the time you reached the ship, you threw your cloak off and to the side of the ship with Anakin hot on your heels. Ooo you were so mad, you could literally murder him, not really but you wanted him to trip and fall on his stupid pretty face. Ugggghhhh. You grabbed the piece that Anakin helped you buy from the shop getting ready to work on it. Ahsoka, and Rex seemed to find a way to make themselves busy. Obi Wan held an amused smile on his face. “ I take it the two of you are still working on some things”

“ Something like that” Anakin shrugs with a smirk on his face as if he had a plan set in motion. A plan that only he wanted to know, Obi wan shakes his head smiling to himself. The two head to the cockpit with Rex following behind. Ahsoka, joins you in finishing your work with the converter, the ship finally starting up allowing you all to leave the planet.

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You were sitting at the table near the kitchen of the ship, you had a cup of water. Your hair pulled out of its tight hold, allowing it to be in its natural state. You had your hands cupped around the cup itself, you stared down into it. Your mind adrift, your thoughts chaotic, you were perplexed, confused, exhausted and attracted to someone who might be attracted to someone else. Anakin was Anakin, you knew that and you knew the type of person he was. Sure the two of you hadn’t always fought, there were times you guys actually got along but right now he was insufferable. Annoying, he got under your skin on purpose, you just know it.

You rubbed your eyes, heaving a sigh, as if on cue Anakin himself walks into space. As if he had known you’d be thinking about him. You stood up taking your cup with you, you walked to the sink pouring it out and washing before setting it back on the rack. You turned to leave the space but not before Anakin reached a hand out grabbing your arm, causing you to stop in your tracks. “ Hey, hold on” He says softly.

“ Why? So you can irritate me some more, no thanks-“You moved to pull your arm out of his grasp.

“No, but I’m tired of arguing,” He admits.

You lift an eyebrow at him “ Really?”

“ Yes..and I’m sorry.” He says, his face contorting into a softer look.

“ For?” You sighed.

“ For my crabbiness” He couldn’t help but smile.

“Anakin.” You groaned.

“ Y/N” He whispered back, the grin never leaving his face, a chuckle rumbles from his chest.

“ That’s not funny,-” You tell him, a small smile of your own fights it’s way into your face.”-But, apology accepted I guess. I’m sorry for calling you crabby.”

“No need to apologize for it, I was an asshole these past couple weeks..” He looks down at the floor before looking back up to you “-As for the senator, it’s complicated.”

“ You were a pain in my ass…But tell me about your situation maybe I can help” Your hip leaned against the counter, your arms crossed. Your heart hammers in your chest at the same time sinking.

“She’s only a few years older than I am, she’s all I’ve ever known, she’s familiar” His hip against the counter matching your body language, Anakin completely faces you, he’s standing a little closer than he was before but not enough to force you to look up at him.

“But I thought Jedi aren’t allowed to fall in love”Your head tilts slightly to the side as you pondered the thought of it, Anakin tried not to follow your head movement, it was cute, your curiosity.

“ Well attachments are forbidden, possession is forbidden, but compassion is unconditional love- also forbidden-but these things…are crucial to a Jedi’s life” He smiles softly.

You squint your eyes at him “ I don’t-are you sure? Cuz I don’t think that’s-what the Jedi meant when they said forbidden..”

“ Y/N” He huffs.

“ Okay cool we’re just gonna ignore the code got it. So I assume that your friendship between the Senator and you has blossomed into-something more?” You gestured to him with your hand.

“ No, not exactly”

“ No? Wait hold on. You just said she was familiar, I’m lost- then who are you talking about?” Your eyebrows creased together.

“ She is familiar as a friend, someone like Obi Wan or Ashoka. I thought that she would mean more to me but then there was you” He whispered gently, he moved from the counter's edge, stepping closer to you, his hands taking hold of your hips pulling you towards him. Chest to chest his head angles downwards, your head cranked up to look at him.

“ Me?” Your eyebrows shoot upwards in surprise.

“ Yes, you. I can breathe when I’m around you, I can think, I can feel the weight of the order and the galaxy lift off my shoulders. You challenge me, you intrigue me, you guide me, you show me how to be better.” he dipped his head closer to yours, nudging his nose with yours. Your body and mind give you away instantly, melting in his hold, it was something you realized you hadn’t felt in a long time. His touch was intoxicating, and to him you were breathtaking. Such a quick switch of emotions, but he was done pushing you away, and you were done with ignoring how you felt about him.

You whispered, sucking in a breath before releasing it, “ I-You-This-Please tell me this isn’t a joke, cuz that would be really mean.”

“ If I was joking I wouldn’t have confessed the way I did. ” He smiles, one hand lifting up to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing against your cheek, he rubs his nose with yours as tilting his head to the opposite side. Within a second his lips were on yours, your hands grip his clothes, the hand around your waist tucks you further into his body, the hand that held your jaw, his long fingers connecting with the back of your head and hair. The two of you twisted in opposite directions, his lips engulfing yours in such a sweet, passionate languid pace though it quickly turned into a frenzy of rushed kisses. He was practically devouring you and you were fighting to keep up with him. You had to pull back needing air, you shook your eye, you needed to calm down for a second.

Anakin smirks, your eyes searching his face, his hair falling out of place, his lips swollen-“Shiiitttt, you’re dangerous-” You admit your chest heaving up and down, causing him to laugh. His hand slips from your neck and cheek moving to join his other hand around your waist.“-No I am serious, no wonder why so many women, and men fall at your feet” You laughed with him. He buries his head in the crook of your neck. Your arms wrapping around him holding him in place.

“ Mmm I don’t know what you’re talking about-” His lips move against your hot skin as he speaks.

Ahsoka steps through the threshold with a grin of her own “ -I take it all is well?” She asks, her voice startling you both, Anakin releases you, the warmth of him slipping away along with him. You lean with your back against the counter, your hands resting on top of it.

“ What, do you want snips?” He huffs as he stood half way in front of you.

“ Oh you know, just checking up on my Master and friend-” Ahsoka smirks as she lifts an eyebrow between the two of you. “-And to tell you both that we are nearing coruscant. Obi Wan wants you both up front.”

“ Thank you!” You tilt your head to the side to look past Anakin, giving her a sweet smile. Ahsoka nods as she walks away from the door moving towards the cockpit. Anakin turned to you causing you to shrug offering him the same smile. “That’s our cue” you push off the counter heading out to the hall.

Anakin follows behind you as he leans close to your ear “This isn’t over” He whispers to you, he kisses your cheek slipping into the cockpit. You rolled your eyes at him, which only made him grin from ear to ear. The two of you take your seats, Obi Wan and Rex piloting, Ahsoka in front of you.

“ Oh good, the two of you are finally getting along.” Obi Wan states. The two of you looking anywhere but at each other, sharing what could only be described as happy and secretly enjoying the new found relationship.

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Who You Gonna Call?

Platonic!Ahsoka Tano x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024! Requested by @ghostofskywalker! Hope you like it Tori! It took longer than planned lol, but it was very fun to write!

Fandom: Star Wars

Day Twenty-Nine Prompt: "How did this happen?"

Summary: When Ahsoka and R2 find themselves in a bit of a scrape, Ahsoka knows exactly who to call.

Word Count: 2,343

Category: Fluff, Humor, Chaos

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Briiiiiiiing. Briiiiiiing.

I sighed at the sound of my communicator beeping for the third time in a row. I'd ignored incoming calls twice now, but apparently I was suddenly much more popular than I wanted to be. Or else, someone wasn't taking the hint.

It was supposed to be a rare day off for me from the duties of a Jedi and the war as a whole. One day was all I'd asked for, one day of true shore leave rest here on Coruscant without anything else going on or anyone bothering me. The morning had been lovely, and I'd found my way up to my favorite spot in the Coruscant Gardens to lay in the sun, read, and now nap. I'd barely managed to close my eyes, however, when my comm had started ringing like crazy.

When the rings repeated, I huffed a frustrated sigh and snapped my eyes open. I grabbed my communicator off the table beside me, then picked it up with a frown.

"Hello?"

"Thank the Force you finally answered!" Ahsoka's voice came over the line, sounding a few pitches more shrill than usual. I sat up, some of the annoyance fading to concern.

Ahsoka was Anakin's padawan, but I spent so much time with both of them that she was like a surrogate little sister to me. And I knew her well enough to notice the note of panic in her voice.

"What's wrong?" I asked, shifting forward in my seat and getting ready to stand. I didn't need to be Force sensative to get the feeling that my relaxing afternoon was just about over.

"I'm taking care of R2 for Anakin while he's away for the day, and the little guy's going absolutely crazy! He took off on me, and I barely managed to follow him through the Senate building to Senator Amidala's room. He's beeping and screeching and I can't figure out what's wrong! Anakin's gonna kill me if I don't get this fixed before he comes back. I need your help!"

I let out a long, long sigh, then stood on the inhale.

"Alright, I'm coming. I'll be there as fast as I can, just hold tight."

"Okay, but hurry!"

I hung up, quickly collecting my stuff before heading out of the gardens. I didn't want to deal with any crisis on my rare day off, but at least it was Ahsoka and R2 I'd be helping, and not Anakin after he got into an avoidable bar fight or something. If I had to pick between interruptions, I'd always choose one from Ahsoka.

Luckily, it didn't take me too long to get from the gardens to the Senate. Even more luckily, nobody even gave me a second glance as I speed-walked through the hallways to Senator Amidala's quarters.

Nobody was in the hallway outside her room, so I paused to knock on the door. After a moment's delay, the door opened just enough for Ahsoka to peek out into the hallway. She let out a breath and swung the door open as soon as she saw me.

"Thank goodness it's you. Come on, get in here before anybody sees you."

I did, stepping into the familiar space as Ahsoka shut the door behind me. My jaw dropped.

Padmé's living room had practically been torn apart. Cushions from the couch were scattered around the room, papers littered the floor, and a few of the chairs were actually upside down. I shook my head, then turned to Ahsoka in astonishment.

"How did this happen?" I asked. Ahsoka just threw up her hands.

"I don't know! R2 found a way in here by himself, and he wasn't that far ahead of me, so I can't imagine he had time to do this. Not to mention, I can't think of any reason he would. But now he's in the closet in the next room screeching and beeping like crazy, and he won't listen to me or come out! I can't even understand what he's trying to tell me!"

"Okay..." I said, my mind working on overdrive. Ahsoka was clearly no more than a few steps from panic, so for her sake, I had to keep it together. I thought of her as a little sister, and as the older sibling, it was on me to keep it together and help her as well as I could. "Alright, let's deal with R2 first. That way, we can hopefully figure out what's going on, and maybe get some help from the little guy putting all this stuff back."

Ahsoka nodded, following me closely as I headed in the direction she pointed. R2 had apparently holed up in the closet in Padmé's bedroom, and lo and behold, when I opened the closet door, there he was in the corner. His dome whipped around to look at me, and he started screaching so loud and fast that I couldn't make out anything he was trying to say.

"R2! What are you doing?" I asked, shaking my head and moving further into the closet. He screamed back at me, but again, the pitch was so sharp and so fast that I couldn't understand. I sighed. "Buddy, I love you, but you know Anakin's the only one who can understand you when you talk that fast. Slow down."

R2 didn't have lungs, but I swear he huffed at me before trying again. His words still weren't perfectly clear, but I distinctly made out "trap" and "Padmé" amongst just about every profanity in Basic and then some.

I frowned, dropping to my knees and scooting closer to the droid as he continued to whir and beep. Ahsoka spoke from behind me, and I didn't need to see her face to know she was frowing.

"I still couldn't understand most of what he just said. What's going on?"

"I heard the word 'trap'," I explained, leaning down to try to look more closely at the floor R2 was currently resting on. "Not sure what he's talking about, but that's what we're gonna figure out. Can you get me a little more light?"

Perfectly on cue, Ahsoka lit up her lightsaber. I grinned.

"Thanks."

I used a few tools provided by R2 to examine the part of the closet he was currently occupying as well as I could. I wasn't quite up to the same level of mechanical tinkerer as Anakin, but I could definitely make do in a pinch. After a few moments of squinting and finding ways to redirect Ahsoka's lightsaber light, I noticed the slightest depression in the floor, beneath the carpet.

It matched exactly where R2 was resting his weight, like some kind of sensor plate. I swore and leaned back quickly.

"What? What is it?" asked Ahsoka, dancing around me and glancing into the closet to try to see what had caused my reaction.

"R2's on some kind of pressure plate or something. I have no idea what it's connected to, or what will happen if he rolls off of it, but... I think we better figure that out, and quick."

Ahsoka and I immediately set to work trying to unearth whatever mechanism R2 was on the verge of triggering. I had enough forethought to ask R2 if he'd been responsible for any of the mess in the living room, to which he answered "of fucking course not". Since Padmé was one of the Senators most often targeted with threats or attemtps on her life, and her room had been torn to shreds before any of us had gotten here, Ahsoka and I were both on the highest of high alerts.

"R2, what made you come in here in the first place?" Ahsoka asked as I took out a pocket knife and started tearing up the carpet. Not great for putting this place back in order once we were done, but necessary for tracing back this mechanism to whatever it was linked with.

R2 responded, his beeps marginally calmer now that Ahsoka and I understood the problem and were working on solving it. He said he'd been plugged into one of the building's computer terminals and had found some electronics that weren't supposed to be there, along with a few suspicious messages. So, he'd come here to do something about it.

"But why didn't you tell me what you were doing?" Ahsoka continued. "You know I could've helped you, little buddy."

R2 screeched his response again, something along the lines of concern for Senator Amidala, since he hadn't been sure whether or not she was in her chambers. If she had been here, every extra second wasted could be enough for Padmé to unknowingly trip the trap and suffer whatever terrible fate someone had tried to set up.

I very carefully resisted the urge to point out that, almost certainly, Padmé was with Anakin today. We all knew it was probably true, but we all had a silent agreement not to talk about it unless Anakin finally brought it up himself.

After a little more work, I finally managed to trace some wiring back to the back wall of Padmé's closet. R2 was in a position that made examining where the wires led incredibly difficult, but we also didn't have much choice but to leave him where he was. I climbed on top of the little droid, leaning and manuevering to get the best angle possible, which still wasn't very good. This time, it was Ahsoka's turn to come to the rescue.

"Let me switch places with R2."

I straightened up immediately, facing her with a glare.

"Do you know how dangerous that would be? Both in the immediate, and in the long term? You're lucky I haven't thrown you out of this room yet to keep you safe, since R2 and I are the only ones who have to be in here."

Ahsoka feined shock, then looked around from side to side in sarcastic astonishment. I frowned more deeply as she looked back at me.

"That was strange. My master's not here, but I could swear I just heard him speak."

I huffed a long sigh and rolled my eyes. Ahsoka comparing me to Anakin was a low blow, and she knew it.

"Come on," she continued, moving forward and putting her foot next to R2's on the floor. "We both know I'm easier to maneuver around than R2, and there's no other way for you to get to whatever's back there."

I let out a long, long sigh, but stepped back out of the closet for a moment anway.

"Fine. But if I say run, you run."

"Got it."

I watched as R2 and Ahsoka carefully switched places, ready to help in an instant if either of them needed me. After some very cautious maneuvering, we finally landed with R2 out of the closet and Ahsoka making herself as small and out of the way of the back wall as possible while still keeping one foot on the pressure plate, pushing it down. Just like she'd said, I had much more room to look at and work on the back wall of the closet like this than with R2 crammed in here.

I pried back one of the panels of Padmé's closet, and I almost ruined everything by jumping back and taking Ahsoka with me. Someone had put a bomb in Padmé's closet.

"What? What is it?" demanded Ahsoka as I did my best to get a grip on myself. I swore and took a few deep breaths, then shook my head as I responded to her.

"It's a bomb. Holy shit, don't move. We need to get rid of this, now."

Ahsoka froze as I took my tools and got to work. There was no time or room in my mind for doubt, I just had to trust my skills and the Force and get this thing disarmed.

Time seemed to stop while I worked, but finally, I disconnected the last wire. I pulled the thing out of the wall, gently, and let out a long sigh.

"Okay, you can move," I said, stepping back into the bedroom with Ahsoka while R2 waited anxiously. "We need to get this down to the Coruscant guard, now. And obviously tell Anakin and Padmé when they come back. But, on the bright side, the trashed room is evidence. Which means we can't clean it up."

Ahsoka and I shared a smile, then she nodded, and the three of us headed out of Padmé's room, taking extra care to secure the door behind us. After a few steps, Ahsoka spoke up.

"When we tell Anakin the story... can we leave out the part where R2 almost got away from me, and I called you in a panic about it?"

I grinned. "I don't know. What do you think, R2?"

He chirped and hummed in a way that told us he was happy to go along with Ahsoka's idea.

"That sounds like a yes to me. For Anakin's sake, the three of us were being responsible and calm when we discovered the threat, and we almost immediately brought it to the Coruscant Guard. Without ever tripping any traps or sensor plates."

R2 gave a happy little chirp of agreement, and Ahsoka shot me a relieved smile while giving R2 a little pat on the head. We made it another few steps, R2 getting a little further ahead of us, before Ahsoka spoke up again, keeping her voice quiet.

"So why do you think R2 was checking Senator Amidala's wiring and security so carefully?"

I fought the urge to smile, and ended up with something closer to a smirk.

"Technically, he's her astromech, isn't he?" I said mildly. When I glanced over at Ahsoka, I found her grinning without bothering to try to stop it.

"That's right. Can't imagine there's any other reason."

"Of course not."

The two of us glanced at each other and shared a smile, then carefully returned our attention to the task ahead. Still, I don't think either of us were going to be surprised when Anakin and Padmé returned here at almost exactly the same time tonight.

We were just too good of friends to say anything about it. And Anakin knew us well enough to hold his own in the sibling war, if either of us decided to start it.

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I have a headcanon about Anidala (Anakin x Padmé) which is that they got married after Ventress gave Anakin the scar over his eye not at the start of the clone wars, this is for many reasons.

1. Anakin was distraught with grief and a war had just started which was heavily involved with both Padmé and Anakin, neither were in their right minds to be making such a big decision

2. It allows some time between when they started dating and when they get married

3. It’s right after he got his scar because it was a reminder how they might die at any point and they wanted to be married

4. They got to be a little bit older before making such a big commitment even though they were still young

5. They have enough time to put together cool outfits, Anakin just wore his Jedi outfit and WHY. I’d imagine Padmés dress and hair is much more elaborate and Anakin puts on a suit (I’d imagine a darker colour but it could be anything from deep blue to look like space, to 501st blue, to red if he wanted to) and Padmé totally did Anakins hair up all dramatic

6. I’m not sure quite how the timelines match up but it means that the 501st (probably some of the 212th due to them knowing Anakin as a Padawan) will be able to get an invite and possibly Obi-Wan or maybe other Jedi or Senators depending on your other headcanons. For this post I’m just going to include the clones and a few others because I think it’s cool but it’s writers pick really.

And my favourite reason:

It means that they can be kidnapped.

They got kidnapped on their first date (when Anakin had to protect Padmé during AOTC (Attack Of The Clones), it was a horrendous date but a date nonetheless) and they can get kidnapped before their marriage (as I don’t want to ruin their big day by having a fight in the middle of it).

There are so many comparisons we can get through this

3PO and R2 having another grand old time together like in AOTC, more tolerable of each others presence, and dare I say friends, this time around

Instead of them going to rescue Obi-Wan they complain to each other while waiting for their rescue which consists of an absolutely livid battalion (probably more if some of the 212th want to come along) of battle hardened soldiers, at least one Jedi, a few Senators, and some droids who have scarily good programming and an intimate knowledge of Star Fighters and weapon systems.

You can see how Anakin and Padmé mature and their relationship gets healthier (I hate it when they’re relationship is toxic, I love them so much, if you can’t give them have a happy ending let them have a happy story, please). Which is shown in many different ways which I couldn’t possibly list all of them.

[burnwater13]

Luke Skywalker sitting on Ossus meditating as Grogu looks on. Image from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger. Calendar by DateWorks.

Caption reads: He was small like you, but his heart was huge, and the Force was strong in him. He once said to me, 'Size matters not.' - Luke Skywalker.

Grogu was pretty sure that Luke meant well. He said a lot of things that sounded good, but also, sounded a lot like nothing. Just from that, Grogu had worked out that Luke had met Master Yoda. It was funny and a little sad at the same time. There he was, a human who wasn’t even thirty years old, telling Grogu stuff he already knew like it was special. Didn’t Ahsoka tell him anything? Apparently not.

At least Ossus was pretty. It had a lot of trees and water and an abundance of frogs and other things Grogu liked to eat fresh. They got a lot of exercise and being there gave Grogu plenty of time to study Anakin Skywalker’s son. 

Other than having a similar taste in dark fabric and plain clothes, Luke really didn’t seem to have much in common with that boisterous and troublesome son of Tatooine. Anakin got bored easily. He often raced ahead of everyone else when they were on field trips. He asked so many questions that some masters just asked him to record them on a data stick so they could respond to them when they had more time. Anakin was impatient and passionate and just relentlessly alive.

Luke on the other hand was quiet, when he wasn’t lecturing Grogu ad nauseam about something every youngling knew. He liked to meditate and insisted that Grogu use that time to meditate as well. Grogu could count on one hand the times Anakin had voluntarily meditated.

Outside of lectures, Luke didn’t have much to say to Grogu, although Luke talked to R2-D2 incessantly according to R2, who told Grogu everything. Grogu could remember the tiny number of exchanges he’d had with Anakin, right after the human boy had been brought to the Jedi Temple by Master Obi-Wan, then just Knight Kenobi. 

They all went something like: ‘Wow, I’ve never seen ears so big on a critter. What planet do critters like that come from? You can hear everything with ears like that, can’t you?” Then someone, usually Obi-Wan, would tell Anakin to be more respectful, but as far as Grogu could tell curious and respectful were synonyms for Anakin Skywalker. He wanted to know everything, but still got bored easily and just moved on when his questions went unanswered.

Luke had far too much patience. At least for himself. He was dedicated to showing Grogu how to do things the way he had learned them and would do the same thing over and over to see when it made a difference. That Grogu was not a human, was not Luke, and had learned to do the things he’d cared to learn to do was completely immaterial. Thus the Yoda lecture series. “Size matters not..” “Do or do not…” “We are luminous beings…” and other things Luke had heard the older Jedi Master say. 

What Luke hadn’t heard Master Yoda say were things like: ‘We each learn what we must, to do what we can.’ ‘Repetition does not a mistake erase.’ ‘Find my lightsaber you will. Know not where I left it.’ Or Grogu’s personal favorite, ‘Youngling Ian, games you will stop playing, or consequences there will be.’ Those were the lessons of a different time, but Grogu had not forgotten them.

Which made Grogu wonder what his friend Ian would think of the situation that Grogu had found himself in. Grogu had left the Mandalorian, to go to Luke’s Jedi Sleep Away Camp, not because he needed to learn more about the Force or how to control it. He knew all that. He left because he didn’t want harm to come to Din Djarin. 

Din Djarin might be a Mandalorian bounty hunter, but that didn’t mean he was invulnerable. That armor had flaws. The Mandalorian took huge risks on Grogu’s behalf. Inevitably something bad would come of that and in Din Djarin would be brought in cold. Grogu couldn’t face that or be responsible for it. 

Ian would probably laugh at him and tell him that he didn’t have to stay anywhere he didn’t want to be and if that Mandalorian was so useless at protecting himself from harm, how could Grogu leave him on his own to begin with? Uff. He’d be right about that. Was Grogu worried about Din Djarin being hurt, or was he worried about messing up in someway that caused the Mandalorian to be hurt? He wasn’t sure. 

“Listen, Kid. This galaxy is pretty big. There are about a billion habitable worlds that you could go to and just live there and no one would ever find you. You don’t have to stick around here and listen to Anakin’s son lecture you on how you live your life. As I recall, his dad never put up with that guff either.”

Grogu quickly turned around to see if Ian’s Force ghost was talking to him, but no. Ian hadn’t died that day on Coruscant and as far as Grogu could tell, he was still alive, giving other people good advice like that. Instead he came eye to robes with Master Kenobi’s Force ghost.

“Hello there. If it helps at all, just know that Luke proved very frustrating to me and Master Yoda as we tried to help him on his path. He has always been full of doubt, so he proceeds with more caution than many of us. I cannot say that we were correct to do as we did. Your choices are the ones that matter now. Master Yoda always said there was another. You may take that for what it is worth.”

Then Master Kenobi faded away and Grogu was left with this own thoughts. 

“Womp Rats!”

Luke Skywalker as he walks along a path in a bamboo forest talking to Grogu (out of frame). Caption reads: 'Size matters not.' Image is from The Book of Boba Fett, Season 1, Episode 6, From the Desert Comes a Stranger.

[mjonthetrack]

R2

The following afternoon Tamika spent

yelling about instructing a bunch of men on

what she wanted placed where. She was

standing in the bedroom which once belonged

to her parents, as soon as her siblings had gone

Tamika had the home renovated it was a nice

ass two story considering the way the

neighborhood used to be. “Big mama where you

put them chairs at?!,” Zilla called out from

downstairs, the smell of Jacob Fatu on the grill

out back messing with a smoker filled her

nostrils. Fixing her mini dress adding an old

pair of her mama’s bamboo earrings she was

down the steps pointing to the younger man

who had been nothing but faithful to their

families alliance, though he was much younger

than her Mika had bailed his ass out of jail

at least seven times now for holding down

her family alongside his own. Jacob Fatu

was one of the old heads who was always

tryna give her some og type of insight even

when she told his stupid ass to leave her alone.

The three of them were pretty close having

figured this street shit out together. Tamika

wandered outside thanking one of the Fatu men

who handed her a solo cup with Henny in it.

“That’s some real hood rich shit if I ever

seen it beautiful,” the deep voice made Tamika

grin, abandoning her cup she was now up in

the arms of a tall man . “East,” she yelled her

legs wrapped around the tall man’s hips, he

chuckled rocking her in his embrace, his hands

supporting her beneath her full thighs,” hey

Ma, long time no see.” Dave East was apart

of the gangs on her mamas side, though they

weren’t related and he was a few years older

the man was always around whenever she

was near her mamas side. It was the same

man who was her rock at times when the

brothers disappeared, when her right hand

left her hanging for prom it was East who

stepped up and offered to take the crying

teen. “When the fuck you get out, I thought they

had a big bid on your head?” She asks looking

into his eyes shocked, “I got out on parole they

gave me this dumb ass accessory but I’m not

sweatin it I heard you was having a kickback and

had to come see my little mamas.” Tamika

placed a kiss on his cheek, hopping down

she grasped his large tatted hand guiding him

over to where Jacob dapped the man up, having

just been on his way out when Dave was going

in the pen. “How you been man?,” Zilla asked

handing the man a cup to drink,” like I been

locked up, I’m ready to loosen up,” Dave said

his eyes never straying far from Tamika. It

was not a secret the pair had some casual

flings here and there but they both had a

lifestyle where relationships didn’t work out

and they were too damn busy at the tops

of their own families to entertain feelings

beyond scratching an itch when they needed

someone familiar.

The Fatu brothers arrived later on when

the food was ready to eat and music was

bumping from speakers. Jimmy was hand

in hand with Trinity who led him over to where

her bestie was,” hey bitch,” she called out

making Tamika laughs waving,” what’s up

pretty, hey Jimmy good to see ya,” she spoke

sitting comfortably on Dave’s lap smoking a

blunt the scent of swishers filled the space

“What’s up Trin,” Dave called out lowly from

behind Tamika a strong arm lazily around the

woman’s waist. The other woman grinned

brightly,” big man, when you get out?!” He

explained as he did his voice paused spotting

the new guests,”ah man what a blast from the

past, it’s the little twins, what’s good little

homies.” Jimmy dapped him up but kept

his response not liking his good sis on his lap

not especially when it was supposed to be

his brother,” we straight, good to see ya.” Jey

clenched his jaw looking up from his folded

chair where he sat to catch up with his cousins,”

man what the fuck is going on here?” he gritted

out glaring at the scene in front of him. Jacob

shrugged setting a plate in Jey’s hands,” you

was gone mane what you expect her to stay

single, yall was close but it was never like that.”

Jey sucked in annoyed,” I’m not tryna hear all

that, the fuck East so comfortable with my

baby for he knew what was up then.” He heard

what the newly freed man said and his mouth

parted his grills shining,”Not so damn little

anymore Uce since when was you so close,” he

called over. Dave laughed at the man’s hostility

he answered when Tamika had gone to dance

with her friend Trin, “ah man you still got

that little crush on lil mamas, chill little homie

we not together, I mean we been together in

some interesting places but not like that,” he

said the last bit to pinch a nerve, the taller man

didn’t like how the Samoan left the woman. Jey

was at his feet at the words his skin glistening

slightly from the heat of the smoker, Jacob

placed a hand on his shoulder shaking his head.

Jey kissed his teeth laughing darkly patting

East’s shoulder a little roughly,” I’m home now,

for good now, your services aren’t needed any

more.” Dave clenched his jaw but shifted to

puffing from a blunt,” man whatever,” Jey

stepped in the direction of the house, stepping

inside he took in the changes to the space

“Damn it’s been too long,” he muttered seeing

an old family picture on the mantle of a newly

done fireplace. His fingers traced over the

young Tamika who smiled with a gaped smile

at the camera. “ You can’t be going off like

that cuzzo, it’s not the same here, you been

gone a minute, them two got close when you

dipped on her,” came Zilla’s voice entering the

crib sliding on the ps5 Tamika had set up

for whenever the boys came over. “Man

fuck allat I’m back now, it’s about to be

some damn changes around here,” Jey

accepted the spare controller sliding onto

the couch. “Ya know, she missed you a lot

big mamas ain’t been the same since then,

it would do her good for you to be back, at

the end of the day that’s you,” Zilla said

plainly nodding his head in the direction of

where they’d seen Mika on the other man’s lap.

“Aye yall keep my damn door closed for it get

smoky in my house,” Tamika snapped walking

inside closing the back sliding doors.”Ma’am,”

Zilla called out going back to easily beating

Jey who’s mind was distracted, The scent of

Tamika’s perfume engulfed the space as she sat

down between the two,” what yall foreheads

playing?” Jey scoffed,” mane whatever I ain’t

have time to brush up on the game,” he said

despite Zilla laughing beating him once more.

Noting his lack of response Tamika rolled her

eyes,” I know you ain’t in your feelings from last

time forehead,” she flicked the Samoan’s

temple. Jey closed his lips in a firm line to

avoid saying something slick, to the woman’s

calculated eyes she laughed,” get out your

damn feelings Joshua, it’s old news.” Zilla

noted the starting of their argument and shook

his head standing,” yeah ima go help Jacob yall

tripping.” Jey raised a brow at her,” ain’t no

damn old news I’m here now, stop acting

like you hard Tami.” Tamika shook her head,”

who the fuck you talking to Fatu, cause I know

you not that damn stupid,” she stood up

blocking his view of the tv. Jey folded his

arms evenly eyeing her,” you learn to handle

guns and run with big dogs doesn’t mean you

not the same little girl who used to cry when

I wasn’t around.” Tamika tutted,” you know

I spent years building up what my daddy left,

I got colors collaborating to protect us from the

outside, the pigs and enemies.” Tamika places

her manicured fingers on her hips,” you left,

you failed me, I did with what I had, don’t

down play my struggle just because you

wasn’t here to see it.” She clicks her tongue

laughing sarcastically,”matter of fact who am I

to be explaining myself to you, I heard ya pops

was setting your brother and you up to run the

Fatu family, I pray he didn’t make a mistake

because from the pretty bitching boy in front

of me I don’t think you cut out from the same

cloth anymore.” Jey stood up gripping her chin

roughly focusing her on his face,” don’t you ever

try and play with my ability, just because I left

doesn’t mean I was out there vacationing, ever

think who was behind ya daddies killer ending

up on the same side walk?!” Tamika’s eyes

widened remembering the pigs face posted

up all around the news a week before prom,

Jey was distant and then he was gone, it clicked

in her head her mouth parting.”So the next time

you try and question me make sure the

tantrum you throwing make some fucking sense

Tami, you may have gotten this new role but you

still that stubborn ass teen, you only see shit

that you want to see, you think I wanted to

fucking leave you,huh?!” When her responses

went missing instead wide eyes looking at his

he rolls his eyes dropping his hand heading for

the front door,” whatever baby I’m out.” “Yeah

fucking run away bitch,” she yelled at his back

confused and angry tears spilled down her

cheeks, his pops never explained why the

brothers hurried disappearance, but now it

made it clear it was a protective order, her

right hand, the cute little boy who always

cheered her up, was the one behind the gun

bringing her family some street justice.

Jey froze clutching the frame of the doorway

he spun and stormed to her cornering her,” what

the fuck did you call me?!,” his breath was minty

and the look of his grills and the way his

handsome face screwed up in anger she

swallows harshly,”Jey-,” his tongue swiped

over his bottom lip nodding his head laughing

sarcasm dripping with venom,” that’s the fuck

I thought, watch your fucking mouth don’t make

me put you in your place in front of ya guests.”

Tamika shook her head,” you don’t know me,”

Jey leaned his head down his deep voice

brought goosebumps amongst the skin on her

neck as he whispered above her ear,” don’t

let me catch you like that again with East,

I’ll show you how to really use a gun ma,

you’re a capable woman but never forget

who was your protector, I’m back and you

gone show me some fucking respect, got

it Mika?” Tamika swallowed harshly as she

felt her cheeks warm up at this new side of

the boy she knew before,” yeah whatever-,”

the man’s hand gripped her bicep making her

shudder,” okay Jey.”

[artoodeetootired]

how you get the girl (1)

🌌 now you say 'i want you for worse or for better, i would want for ever & ever' 🌌

part ii

it is widely known that anakin skywalker excels at nearly everything- except one: how to get the girl of his dreams.

words: ~4.5-5k (warning: did not proofread)

aotc anakin skywalker x padawan!ofc (+ besties padme & artoo)

best friends to lovers, miscommunication, a little angst ig?, fluff, whiny emo teenager padawans

As far into her training as she could remember, Evelyn Iblis had known Anakin Skywalker; which, really, was an understatement.

The two Padawans had first met after a fateful crash in their youthful flurry in the temple’s halls- a feisty girl, and a reckless boy. Although, the latter was more bashful than the former, being a rather late newcomer after all.

In the haze of her mind, Evelyn can remember her harsh personality softening as he repeatedly warmed her up to him; gaining her trust even as a child was not easy due to her childhood before the Jedi, yet her rebellious counterpart managed to befriend her.

After days and weeks and months of Anakin constantly showing her nothing but persistent friendship, Evelyn had no choice but to fall into it, no matter how competitive they both were with each other in training- in both of their opinions making their friendship even better.

So, as the years flew by, so did the memories they made together. From younglings to Padawans, the pair were inseparable. Best friends ‘till death do they part.

And thus comes about their shared mission to protect Senator Amidala of Naboo, a close and personal friend to both. After an assassination attempt amongst a harrowing time for the Republic, the Jedi Council assigned Evelyn to escort the former queen back to her home planet, where she would wait out any danger that could jeopardise everything The Light worked for.

But Anakin being Anakin, had refused to stay behind without a fight (which, of course, he won against his Master Kenobi). Since then, Evelyn had teased him for his aggressive need to join the mission as a projection of his crush on Senator Padme.

“It’s beautiful here,” Evelyn admired as they stepped out of Theed Palace. She had never seen such an incomparable city despite her various travels to many for her missions.

“Yes, I can’t help but agree,” Padmé beamed as she led the two towards the palace, “Definitely not because I’m biased.”

At that, she gave Evelyn a sly look over her shoulder, causing the younger one to softly smile. Evelyn knew Padme as an older sister throughout the years, not only because she was just over 5 years older, but because she had had the privilege to work with her (and R2) multiple times with her Master Adi Gallia as she grew up. The unrelenting kindness, courage and intelligence Padme showed as a young leader inspired her, so she couldn’t help but feel peculiar at how the tables had turned.

As the two Padawans, R2D2 and Padme ventured out to the next transport after their meeting with the queen, a comfortable silence fell over them, save for the faithful droid’s commentary beeping.

With one hand holding a suitcase, Evelyn used her other to help R2 down the stairs with more grace than his loud thumping, laughing at his grateful whirrs.

“I’m not exactly thrilled about hiding out, but I do hope you both will find solace in where we go next,” Padme mused, “It’s incredible there, and you guys deserve a break.”

“Don’t worry, it’s peaceful enough knowing we get to ensure your safety,” Anakin assured after a beat later; and like most of the time, Evelyn faded behind them to give them space, smirking at R2 as they watched the pair.

Evelyn can just about remember a conversation with Anakin, long when she was just 10, and Anakin had just turned 11. It detailed his observation of a fellow youngling that seemed to have taken a liking to Evelyn, despite her many attempts to avoid him.

Sooner or later, she shrugged him off with Anakin’s help (beating said admirer in a lightsaber duel), but it led her curiosity to his own interests- something she felt through his Force signature.

And that was when she giddily found out about Padme, the childhood crush he reluctantly told her about. In all honesty, she was mostly happy she had leverage over him after the embarrassment of her admirer.

Yet now, seeing it in person for Maker knows how long, Evelyn’s curiosity peeked to see how it would go.

“Anakin’s hopeless, Artoo,” Evelyn said to the droid, “As his best friend, I don’t know whether to be helpful or whether to give him hell for it.”

A series of beeps and a mischievous rattle of his legs made it seem like the two were conspiring, and in a lot of ways, they often were.

Evelyn grinned, “No, no, you’re right. Hell is funnier.”

•〰️•

“I will go with Artoo,” Evelyn said firmly after some time of her arguing with Anakin. She welcomed his happy chirps following the light blush that crept up Anakin’s neck.

It didn’t help that they were both stubborn, and that Padme was patient enough to watch in amusement. Anakin could feel that even the gondoliers were relishing the childish behaviour.

They were standing by the docks, ready to board two gondolas headed for the villa. Bickering as always, the two friends argued for who would go with who- Anakin stating he’d travel on one alone with the rest of the luggage, while Evelyn proposed an even split amongst the group.

“Eve,” Anakin sighed.

R2 chimed up as he wheeled his way to Evelyn, as if mirroring her defiance. Anakin scratched the back of his neck, eyes flittering back and forth between the brunette and the droid, and muttered his defeat.

There was only ever one person who frequently won against Anakin, and he was often tired of it, if not fuelled by the challenging dynamic.

As the group moved to the majestic boats, Evelyn grabbed the last bag from the boardwalk, beating Anakin to it.

“Artoo and I weigh less,” she reasoned as a response to his scrunched expression, then dropping her voice, “You’re welcome, by the way.”

She didn’t give him a chance to respond, picking the bag up and whirling away towards the waiting droid; she could feel his eyes on her, though. Calculating and nervous was his fleeting gaze, and she suspected it was due to his upcoming time alone with Padme.

Water had never felt fresher. Weaving through her fingertips, the lake was a comfort to Evelyn as she lazily dipped her hand throughout the journey. The Force was strong here, what with the energy coursing through the creatures and their hunt, the breeze and the heat, the moon threatening the sun to conquer, the lives on these boats; it was empowering in the sense that she could feel everything.

R2 suddenly made a series of beeps and boops over the music he was playing as if to say, “You seem sad.”

Evelyn regarded him with amusement, “I’m not. Why do you ask?”

“You look more aloof than usual. Is it because of the mission?”

“No,” Evelyn smiled at the droid, “Well… part of it.”

R2 let out a sad whine, encasing his sympathy for the girl, “What else is bothering you, then?”

She fidgeted with her Padawan braid.

“It’s not important, Artoo,” she settled, trying her best to keep her eyes forward, “I might just be tired from the past few days.”

The astromech droid let out another trill, choosing to believe his friend instead of questioning her; there was potential she could push him into the water, he wouldn’t put it past her tough exterior.

“At least you can rest more here! Master Padme and Ani, and I will be with you.”

Evelyn expressed her gratitude for his comfort with a pat on his head with one of her bandaged hands, letting the air around her turn pleasant as opposed to the current gloom. Besides, she was afraid that Anakin could sense it gleaning off of her from just a few feet away.

And she wouldn’t want that. Not when part of her personal mission there was to ensure his happiness, their happiness-it had been since she found them alone in Padme’s room, the atmosphere intense through the Force.

Even if, for some reason, it had stirred up a feeling in her gut, something dark and unpleasant. She didn’t know what it was. And she didn’t like the unknown.

She pulled her knees closer to her chest, choosing to look anywhere but to her left. Just the quiet moments, let her have the quiet moments to think and feel and look completely in tune with the growing conflict inside her, one that she was already trying to push away.

The Jedi Code was something Evelyn had always been touchy with, not completely agreeing with its ideals and expectations. Anakin knew this, her Master Gallia knew this. And so, if getting the senator to reciprocate what Anakin had felt- everyday of his life for the past decade- would seal his happiness in his tough life, then she’d do it.

Because they were best friends.

That’s all they were.

Trying to engage in the conversations Padme brought up in between silences was hard, because in the corner of his eye, Anakin could see the gleeful interaction between Evelyn and R2.

There, in her combat clothing, her thick mane of wavy hair in an outrageously messy bun and her attention undivided to the landscape, she looked more serene than he had ever seen her. More thoughtful in these slow moments, a contradictory calm to her fierce persona.

Was it because he wasn’t with her? Because his incessant chatter wasn’t there to annoy her?

He knew of her motives throughout the day, playing his wingman for him and Padme. And in an alternate universe, he was sure he would be grateful. But not in this one.

“You know, if you keep this charade up, it’s going to get worse.”

Anakin shifts out of his side-glance in a snap, finding the senator bemused as she raised a pretty brow at him.

“Pardon?” Anakin slipped over his words, trying very hard to hide his fluster at him being caught.

“Ani,” Padme laughed, “It may be hard for anyone else to see, but there’s no use hiding it from me.”

She tilted her head towards the gondola a few meters next to them.

He studied her for a moment. Padme certainly wasn’t talking about the droid or the gondolier.

Anakin shook his head, looking the opposite way in avoidance of the other pair, “What am I ‘hiding’?”

“If there is one thing I’m sure about you after all these years, it’s that you weren’t and still aren’t very good at hiding your emotions.”

The Padawan let out a deep breath, cursing himself for letting the one thing that he thought strengthened him become a weakness this once. Hopefully this once.

What felt like halfway into the ride, as Artoo distantly played relaxing music in the boat next to theirs, Anakin felt more jittery than ever. He did not know whether it was because of the tight space, or the sweat dripping down his robes, but it was most certainly not because of why Evelyn thought so.

He could feel it: the mocking, the encouragement. It was flowing across the space between them as a form of communication. Through the Force, he knew what Evelyn was thinking, and it was making him more nervous than it should have.

The young Skywalker had tried to focus on the scenery he had the privilege to witness; the lush water beneath him; the unbelievably green mountains that framed the sky; the wildlife one would never see on his home planet. But in the few minutes the group had been travelling, he couldn’t.

“I don’t know what to do,” he said, uncharacteristically gloomy. In the span of a few days, he had turned from being his usual smug, confident and charismatic Chosen One self to feeling like a simple, confused blob in the galaxy.

“Well you could start by telling her that, you know, I don’t mean what I used to mean to you back then, Ani,” Padme advised lightly.

She met Anakin as a 9 year old, and she definitely knew that he had a childish crush on her after their first encounter.

“You’re all grown up,” she continued, “Both of you are- I’ve seen the two of you with and without each other. It’s…”

At her pause, Anakin peeked back at the 24 year old, hanging on to the last word with anticipation.

Padme smiled at him, her eyes lighting up with recognition of the right word.

“Different.”

Anakin had never been more lost. Even his first time picking a lightsaber up had been easier.

Padme started to chortle at the look on his face.

“Wha- no, now you’re not making any sense,” he protested, “She’s always been my best friend. And we’re jedi, we’re meant to be different. Besides, if I tell her about you, then it just means she’s gonna draw the truth out of me.”

“Well, isn’t that the goal?” Padme said incredulously, “Isn’t that why you’ve been ‘subtly’ asking for my help since we met again?”

Anakin pondered about this. What was ‘the goal’? No matter how he felt, the both of them were bound to their duties first and foremost. He knew Evelyn, and thus he knew she would see to it that what she had worked for since she was a child would pay off. But he also knew himself- albeit not very well- and his knack to break a few rules, and to follow his heart.

It was a dangerous gamble.

“Can I ask you something?” Padme asked calmly, in a manner that reflected the soothing waves embracing them.

“It’s not like you’d care if I said no…”

Ignoring his attitude, Padme continued, “Do you like her? Yes or no?”

“Yes,” the Padawan retorted almost immediately, “I mean, yeah, I think I do.”

Feeling the way he did because they were best friends versus wanting to be more than that- he did not know yet.

Even though the former queen was seemingly happy with his answer, she dug deeper, “And when did you find out that you did? As in, as more then just friends?”

The teenager was visibly troubled. When he felt the gravity of the question, he threw his hands up and shrugged.

“Why does it matter?” he complained. Feeling cornered at that moment, Anakin didn’t care whether he looked like a child to the Senator of Naboo; he was certain that the gondolier was also listening intently, even with his back to them.

“Anakin,” Padme warned with a look, “Just think about it.”

He could feel more heat creeping up his neck, taking over his cheeks and his whole chest. He blamed it on the sun.

Anakin thought hard despite himself. Unable to give her a solid answer, he let his train of thought slip out without fault.

“When she first stood up for me against the lackies of our class.”

He quickly contradicted himself.

“No, actually, it was when we had our first talk talk,” he snorted, “She was stone cold before then.”

“It might’ve been when she comforted me the first time my nightmares started.”

“I don’t know… or when I realised I didn’t like it when other guys liked her,” he smirked nostalgically, “I’m glad I beat Damon in that duel.”

“Or when she fought too hard to protect everyone on a mission, and I… I almost lost her.”

While Padme let him spill all that was on his mind, she watched his every movement- from his eyes, to the way his hands would fidget, to his small, savoury glimpses towards said woman.

Then Anakin trailed off, the distant focus perpetuating his stature like a spell.

To him, the world went quiet.

The splashing waves that were once loud in his ears mitigated, the once stinging sun simply gave him warmth, the birdsong that distracted him aided his relishing into the back of his mind.

“It was when I first bumped into her my first time at the temple,” he slowly said, chuckling fondly, “I was so lost, and I didn’t know where Obi Wan was… but when Evelyn first looked me in the eyes with so much…”

He struggled for a word.

“Indifference?” Padme suggested.

“Detachment,” Anakin countered, “She changed. I knew I was pretty much a loser when we first met, so I took her sympathy for pity. But she asked me if I needed help, and guided me back- the scrawny, dirty child- when no one would.”

He trailed off, with his hands playing with each other as they rested on his knee, the azure of his eyes unmatched by the glittering blue of the lake, his lips curved up into a small smile.

“I was so, so determined to see her again- to make sure I was good enough to see her again. One could say that… that she really was the reason I went ahead with the training. That she is the reason I’m here at all.”

It all came rushing back to him, after he realised what he had just gushed out to Padme. He didn’t think he had ever felt so overwhelmed.

“See, now was that so hard?” Padme teased lightly; he rolled his eyes in reponse.

She knew all that she had to, and she herself was delighted with having the right to know- Anakin Skywalker didn’t just have a crush on Evelyn Iblis, he was in love with her. He may not have known it yet, but it was as clear as the skies above her.

“Now,” she said, down to business, a twinkle in her eyes far brighter than any star.

“Here’s what you’re going to do…”

•〰️•

Evelyn had never felt more detached, more awkward, more lonely.

From the moment they had arrived, she had made sure to stay out of the way and keep to herself.

Like the good old days, she thought.

Once Anakin and Evelyn were escorted to their rooms shortly after their arrival, the group agreed to have dinner right away due to the hunger their travels brought.

But as they made their way to lounge on a rustic balcony for the sunset, she excused herself to bed, ignoring Anakin’s protests.

As the stars graced her with their presence, Evelyn prepared for bed in the luxurious bathroom she greedily took her time in. Her heavy hair finally dried as she sat by the window alcove- she was delighted with the lavender soap- her tired body clad in the nightgown Padme had generously provided her.

Evelyn stayed buried in the lush covers for an hour now, sinking in like the quicksand of Tatooine. She sighed in contentment, never having felt this kind of comfort in a bed before.

Yet close to finally being taken away by sleep, her mind set to work to flash thoughts behind her closed eyes.

The impending war, where her Master Gallia might be at the moment, her plan for this mission, her plan for that mission.

She also wondered if Anakin would find it easier to sleep a dreamless night.

No.

She groaned, twisting aggressively to her side at the thought.

Stop it.

And yet she wondered what would happen if he couldn’t. Would he come knocking on her door like he always did?

The judging looks they got from the other younglings were ones she couldn’t forget, not when the two had openly defied the attachment rule as children. Anakin would sneak across the temple intersection for her room, and would knock on it to find Evelyn already awake for him. It was practically a pact- one must be awake if the other is sleepless.

But no, he would probably go down the opposite direction, for she was sure that she wasn’t his first choice in this hallway.

At that, Evelyn frustratedly slammed her head the opposite side into the pillow, suddenly disdainful of the thick sheets swallowing her in.

It was going to be a long night.

•〰️•

"Did you find her, Artoo?" Anakin asked at the sound of the astromech droid wheeling into the room.

"Yes," the blue droid beeped, "But I would be more... cautious at the moment."

Anakin and Padme exchanged a look across the round dining table, the slice of fruit still floating in between them by his command.

"What do you-"

The blue-eyed Padawan shut his mouth instantly, sensing her approach through the Force- tired, frustrated, grumpy.

Evelyn appeared by the archway a second later, her long hair in its usual ponytail, showcasing the white and yellow bands in her Padawan braid- healing and combat; she was in her casual under-blouse rather than her tunic, and her face was set in a mean rest.

It wouldn't take a Force-sensitive person to recognise the chills emanating from her.

"I hope I didn't hold you guys up for breakfast." she strode to the table swiftly, her lightsaber bouncing along her leg until she pulled up a chair.

"It's quite alright, I understand you were on patrol this morning," Padme said as kindly as ever, knowing that this was still a mission to them. Accepting the slice with a light stab in the air, Padme thanked Anakin for such an amusing trick.

She looks..... exhausted.

Anakin thought as he allowed his eyes to roam around his best friend's face; dark circles hugged her sharp eyes, and even though he still thought her radiant, the tension between her brows and shoulders betrayed her.

He knew better than to ask of her troubles in public.

"Someone tumbled a bit too hard out of wrong side of the bed," he tried joking, eyes trained on her throughout while the food arrived.

"Hm, not as bad as how you got lost on your way to the sink" she gestured to his face with her fork. A small tug on the corner of her lips.

Anakin relished in their banter, and while he was relieved to know she was still herself, he wanted to find out what was bothering her.

On one end, Padme looked a bit perplexed by their blatant insults shooting across the table.

"Why didn't you tell me you were taking first watch?" he asked amidst the clashing of cutlery, "| didn't even know we were starting rounds today."

The addressee shrugged, "It's fine. You can take the 2 hours before dinner, it's just a safety precaution. We'll discuss it more later."

She directed it towards Padme more for the sake of its purpose.

In truth, Evelyn had impulsively shot out of her chambers when it was evident she wasn't going to br gifted with sleep. Taking a walk around the perimeter, her moody self only came up with the rounds after she had been caught by the villa guards.

The air hung heavy above them, even driving R2 to leave the premise.

"So, Evelyn," Padme started, "Did you like your room okay?"

Also implying 'Did you sleep at all?’

She gulped down what looked like only her 3rd bite, nodding stiffly, "Oh, yes. It is quite comfortable."

"That's great to hear."

Silence resumed.

“And thank you again for the nightgown," her hesitant addition sliced through them, “I’ve never felt anything like it."

Evelyn may be in a mood, but Maker forbid she would take it out on Padme. She didn't even know what she was in a mood about yet.

"Hey, why didn't I get a nightgown?" Anakin smirked.

"Why? Would it aid your sleeping troubles?" Evelyn feigned curiosity.

“Certainly.”

"Well then you can have mine," the female Padawan's tone dripping with sarcasm.

Padme's delicate features lit up, "Well, of course! You know, you could even take a few when you leave."

Both Anakin and Evelyn halted slicing their food, looking bewildered at the proposal.

“Wh- what?" Padme asked, unsure of the offence she might have just done.

Anakin snapped his stare at Evelyn, mind now flushed to the point of his lungs betraying him.

As he choked and hastily reached for his glass, Evelyn looked just as taken aback.

"I, uh, it's nothing to do with you, Padme," Evelyn quickly consoled, "It's just that... we're Jedi."

She hoped it was explanation enough.

“Well... yes," Padme said slowly.

She guessed not.

“We have a certain conduct to follow... and as much as I liked the nightgown, I don't think it's... the design is a bit.." Anakin's ragged choking distracted Evelyn greatly from making her point, feeling flustered by it all.

"She means to say,” Anakin gasped through the glass of water he had just gulped down, "That it's not entirely appropriate in the Jedi Temple. It would be too...”

He looked at Evelyn for help, only to find her aggressively slicing pastry into unnecessarily samll shreds.

"Revealing," he cleared his throat. The man may not have seen it for himself, but it wasn't hard to imagine-

"Oh," Padme took her time to understand, "I see.”

She started to chuckle almost uncontrollably.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise sooner," Padme said delightfully, a stark contrast to the rattled pair, "I’ve always thought that you'd look lovely in a dress, Evelyn.”

"Careful now," Evelyn said nervously, slicing away, “You might make Ani here jealous."

Anakin mumbled something under his breath before taking another sip, but she couldn't make out any words.

"Please, it would make me feel better while we're here," Padme said imploringly, "Especially since l've planned for a few picnics and activities and whatnot to occupy us."

This was the first time Evelyn heard of this.

“Planned activities...?"

“Yeah, we were discussing it yesterday when you went up to bed,” Anakin said, finally recovered from his fit, "Whatcha get for being a buzzkill."

Evelyn sighed internally, At least they're getting the time I hoped they would.

She ignored the comment.

"I couldn't."

Padme raised a brow.

"The dresses, I mean," the Padawan clarified,

"Besides, I don't know how to wear one."

Ever the friend, Anakin snorted; he slapped his hand to his mouth to try recovering from it, but Evelyn did the honour herself and kicked him in the shin.

"How to... wear one?" asked Padme, "Why, you just slip it on!"

"Well, yes but- stop it-" Evelyn pinched Anakin's shaking arm, "But, as in, I wouldn't know how to run in it, or- or fight in it. It seems too free."

"Eve,” Padme said soothingly, reaching out to grasp her hand, "You're not going to face off an army here. The most you'll really do is patrol- and even then, I wished you guys wouldn't- and maybe shake off some wild animals."

Evelyn contemplated. It just seemed so... awkward.

As well as pitiful, given that she used to hope of a time where she would dress up nicely for herself and for...

But now, it seemed like an uncomfortable idea.

Especially when she thought she'd look ridiculously stiff next to Padme's natural grace in them.

"C'mon, Eve, I think it'd be cool," Anakin said on a more serious note, his signature smirk and oceanic gaze feeling warm on her skin.

R2 made encouraging toots from the corner of the room.

It's just fabric... you've almost died in worse situations before.

Evelyn made a move to stand, feeling too squirmish to stay in the dining room anymore. She thought it nice to let the two lovebirds have a private day together anyways, or days she decided.

“| suppose," she gave the oldest a tight smile, "Whatever you'd see fit Padme."

"Great." she responded, a hint of confusion.

"Wait- where are you going?" to Evelyn's left, asked Anakin.

"I'm quite full now, thank you" she said politely, "Plus, I’d like to visit the library here."

"Of course."

"Do you want me to-"

“I'll see you both later." Evelyn departed without letting Anakin finish. Stoic, rigid, cold.

The male Padawan gaped after her. He did not know whether this was part of her mood, or if she was maybe, possibly, probably upset with him. Padme discerned his worry and hushedly reminded him to be patient for what was to come.

Before she had turned into the corrider, however, Evelyn threw over her shoulder almost abrasively-

"Oh, and maybe next, Anakin can make a meat skewer with his lightsaber for you.”

•〰️•

To Anakin's absolute vexation, Evelyn remained withdrawn from them (specifically him?) for a while.

No matter how much he tried tracing her by asking the staff, going where she would most likely be, and even following her Force signature, his trusted friend slipped through his fingers.

So much for Jedi training...

She had always been the better of the two at that: stealth with using the element of surprise.

He hadn't spoken to her for almost 4 days now.

When he took the night round, she would already be in bed. When he took the morning round, she would already be off in her own adventures. When Padme tried to initiate rendezvous, she would excuse herself to stay at the villa for security, as Anakin would be with the senator anyways.

He would hear reports from multiple members of the staff:

"She stayed in the library."

"She is off meditating' in the gardens... whatever that means."

"I last saw her swinging that laser sword of hers around, probably practicing or something."

"Oh yes, she was sitting by the lake with a book, sir."

And even R2, who told him, "She is spending time in the property's stables."

But what bugged him most, was that whenever he knocked on her door at night, she never opened up.

Not like she used to.

"I'm telling you, she's mad at me for something else!" Anakin huffed into his hands. By the north of the lake did the politician and Padawan stay idle; the latter had been complaining since they got there.

"Anakin, don't you see?" Padme urged excitedly.

“What are you so happy about- look, this is going way worse than I thought it would! She’s never acted this way before," he groaned.

He felt utterly vulnerable. While he was never one to be afraid of emotional expression, he had never felt so aggravated, dejected and lovesick. It made him feel incorrigible.

The day beautiful, the view picturesque, the breeze calming, it was everything one would hope for at a violent time like the one they were living in.

Out of everything Anakin could have, should have, been worrying about as a Jedi, he found himself stuck in the loop he was always warned never to fall in.

He didn't care.

"Anakin," Padme giggled as she rocked back and forth, her hair intricately framing her face, "Don't you see what this could mean?"

"No," he immediately scowled, "Is it that she hates me? And I don't even know why? Like, what did I do?All I've been trying to do is figure out these- these feelings and how to get closer to her than I already am!"

"Ani, you really can't see why she might be upset?"

He threw his hands in front of him, "I don't know! Is it ‘cause I always steal her cookies? Look, she's my best friend, and she's not been acting like it since we got to this place. And I get that she's trying to play matchmaker with us, and maybe that just means that she just doesn't feel the same way- but all she's doing is driving me crazy. And she doesn't even know it!"

His rant was well-received by Padme, and when he finished, he spaced out on the ruffled lake by the breeze.

"Ani, do you remember when you mentioned Damon?"

A surge of old bitterness grew in his chest.

"What about him?"

"And what did you say you realised when you beat him in that duel?" Padme asked ever-patiently.

He scoffed, “That I didn't like it when other guys liked her-"

Suddenly, he whipped to Padme, realisation dawning on his face.

"Oh."

"Jealousy. I told you it'd get worse if you let her think of us like that," a hint of pride seeped through her humble personality.

H sighed, "It's not that simple when we're both Jedi- hell, or even if only one of us was. If I can't have her as more than just my best friend, then I don't want to try at all and then lose her completely."

"But that's the thing, Ani!" the tiny senator fought back, "You guys are lucky in that regard- no, hear me out. You have been and are best friends. Most people don't even know where to start with the love of their life; a lot of people would wish to have their partner be their best friend, too. I would.

You have to remind her how you two used to be before this whole mission, you guys were practically a married couple. Then you've gotta tell her you absolutely lost your mind trying to suppress your feelings, tell her that it drives you mad to try and hide away from her while you went and left her in the dark.

Then you tell her what you've always wanted to. And don't. Hold. Back."

•〰️•

part ii

a/n: had to split it into 2 parts, sorry for any confusion!

[secretly-tword-obsessed]

Yooooo can you please do The original 3 Star Wars trio tickle headcanons!?

Luke, Han and Leia <3

The og’s!!!

They have the best trio dynamic in film history I swear.

I have SO MANY HC's for them I honestly can't remember them all, but here are some.

Anyway, enjoy (:

Luke:

The whiny lee (remember how whiny he was on Tatooine? And with Yoda? Bro is an expert at whining)

He may be horribly stubborn but, unfortunately for him, he's also horribly ticklish

His worst spots are his sides and under his arms, and there's this one spot on his right knee that if you apply the right amount of pressure, he will dissolve into a giggly mess

In general, his laughter is light, high pitched, squealy and, yes, whiny

He used to get tickled all the time by his uncle when he was being a rebellious shit (even though his rebellion was for a good cause)

I feel like in the first movie when Obiwan was teaching Luke about the force and controlling his mind, he poked at his sides whilst telling him to remain focused. It was the same playful technique he used on Anikin, and assumed that his son would be just as ticklish as he had been.

And than Luke is just, like, giggling and whining about it being impossible to concentrate. And Obiwan would be a little bitch and ask Anikin why such light touches are such a big deal. Of course Luke deeply blushes

Luke secretly likes being tickled. It makes him feel loved. Obiwan picked up on this immediately

Leia also picked up on it with her sister sense. I feel like she tickles him whenever he seems sad but won't tell her why

As for Han, he's probably only ever tickled Luke once, but it was brutal. In the early days, whilst Luke and Han were arguing about who would make a better boyfriend to Leia, Luke said something that went a bit too far....

"Well at least I'm not excessively proud of my big ugly ship"

Of course, Han didn't want to hurt his friend, but had to teach him a lesson. The first thing he thought of was tickling, so he asked Luke if he was ticklish and we all know what happened next

As a ler, Luke is rarely ever a ler, because he gets so blushy and embarrassed. However, he doesn't get so flustered with droids, and likes to tickle his beloved R2D2 from time to time

I feel like when Luke was waiting for a Jedi master on Dagoba, complaining about how Obiwan had sent him on a useless mission, he eventually got bored of whining and decided to fiddle around with the droid a bit to test his capacity and what he was made of. However, when R2 let out a stream of mechanical giggles, it was on

Although R2 is his most common victim, he will also occasionally try to tickle Leia. But only occasionally. And only to provoke her to tickle him back

Speaking of which, he loves provoking his sister into tickling him. Like, he'll rest his head on her shoulder and continuously complain about being bored. He knows what he's doing

Leia:

This woman is so strong and menacing. She is like, the definition of a girl boss. Don't mess with her

Of course, she can't give Han dirty looks when he's reduced her to a giggly screaming mess

Han first found out about Leia's weakness on the milenium falcon in the way to Lando's. They were making out and he had dragged his fingers up and down her side. She had shuddered and removed his hands. And he just smirked and was like "oh..."

And than Leia gave him a look that could kill.

"Are you ticklish?" "No, no, I said no Han, don't you dare, I swear to..."

AND she's gone

She's only ticklish in two places - her sides and her neck

And after Han tickles her she will always stare him down

Han:

Cocky bastard. Cocky to the max. Cockier than an actual male chicken

As he's traditionally liked to ride 'solo', (not counting Chewie), he wouldn't have had much experience with tickling before meeting Luke and Leia. Maybe he may have poked Chewie in the side a couple of times to annoy him, causing the Wookie to shake and let out a giggly roar, but that's about it

He only really started tickling people after he met Leia. It is very endearing to see such a boss bitch melt into helpless laughter under his fingers. He hates how much he loves it

Despite the fact that he ditches out teases at Leia left right and center, that's just a cover up for how mushy his brain is feeling at how beautiful this princess is. He may pretend to be tough, but he's really a softie

Since Leia was the first person he really tickled, she's his most common victim. He will tickle her any chance he gets. For example...

"I love you" "I know" "Haaan" "Whaat" "Your meant to say you love me back"

Than he smirks and lifts his fingers - "Oh am I now"

He is such a menacing ler. He has a grin of pure sadistic delight

As mentioned above, he did tickle Luke once

This smuggler is barely ticklish at all, and he's such a bitch about it. Like Leia will try to get him back and he'd just give her the tootheist grin

HOWEVER there is one spot on the sides of his lower black which, if you add just about the right amount of pressure, will break him

And when I say break him, I mean break him. Like, imagine seeing the usual overconfident Han losing his balance completely and collapsing to the floor in a pile of helpless laughter

Sometimes he'll even giggle

Of course, Leia was the one to discover this dynamite. He had just given her a particularly ruthless tickle attack and she punched him in the back. Han smugly pushed her hand away so she struggled to remake contact, poking Han a few times in the process. Poor thing couldn't hide his reaction

The look on Leia's face-

"You hypocrite" "Wa-hait, princess, I can explain..." "Too late"

However, unlike Han, Leia isn't such an asshole. So she'll only exploit Han's weakness under two conditions - if he had tickled her first or if he was refusing to go to bed

Leia is the only person who knows his secret

Thanks for reading! That was super fun to write. Remember that my prompts and metaphorical door is always open. Enjoy your day (:

[hispg]

Fantasize

Pairings: R2! Leon x Fem! Reader

Summary: Your new neighbor Leon knows that you're married, but he can't help it but fantasize about you.

Wc: 3.9k

Warnings: smut,unprotected sex,p in v, fingering, dirty thoughts, cheating ( don't be like them), soft dom! Leon, pet names.

An:Sorry for the delay in posting, university has been taking up all my time and I'm also having some personal problems. Anyway, thanks for the 200 followers! And for all the messages I've been receiving, sorry for not answering them all. But please know that I read each one and smile like a fool, thank you for your love <3. I'm preparing a fanfic with Fuckboy! Leon, maybe it'll take a while, but I promise it'll be worth it!

Leon knew you were a married woman, he always knew, ever since he saw the shiny ring on your ring finger. A more than clear sign of your marriage.

Not that it bothered him at first, after all, he had just moved into the same condominium as you. He thought he'd just be another neighbor, but then he was wrong.

But then he started to get close to you, doing simple things like helping you carry the groceries you bought. Even holding the elevator open so you could get in.

Small talk here and there, nothing too personal or anything. Just two people getting to know each other. And by some chance of fate, he ended up finding you an interesting person, the more he talked to you, the more mesmerized he became.

Was it wrong? Of course it was, but he couldn't help fantasizing about you, it was stronger than him.

And frankly nothing improved when he found out that your husband didn't spend much time at home, if you saw him more than twice a month it was pure luck.

You were such a sweet and gentle person, he couldn't understand how your husband didn't mind spending so much time at home. You were alone most of the time, and that legitimately bothered him.

At some point he asked for your number, so he could talk to you often. And indeed he did, he spoke to you almost every day, even if it was just a simple message, but he was interested to know how you were doing.

After a while he found himself thinking about you more than he should, whether at work or when he was alone at home. He didn't know why, but you gradually occupied all his thoughts. Seven days a week, all the time he imagined you, with him.

He knew it was morally wrong, since you were a married woman. Besides, he was only a cop, what could he offer you? Your husband could certainly give you anything you asked for. Just about everything.

Maybe one thing less.

The walls were thin, you could easily hear what was going on from the other side. The adjoining walls of his bedroom gave him the opportunity to hear what was going on on the other side. Which was exactly your bedroom.

It was impossible not to notice the little noises you made, the low squeaks and moans that you swore no one else could hear.

But Leon heard perfectly.

He had keen instincts, perhaps because he was a police officer and needed things to be like that. However, he didn't understand what caused these noises, the moans, the heavy breathing, the gasps that he heard so clearly.

Until one day he realized, it was you touching yourself.

Letting out soft cries, playing with your needy pussy. He could already imagine you arching your body on the bed, clutching the sheets and moaning with every touch.

Incredibly exciting, he thought. Yet he couldn't help imagining the fact that you had no one to do it for you. No one to fill your cunt, to not let you do this job on your own.

And then he realized, your husband could give you everything except one thing. Pleasure.

And that Leon could give you, without a shadow of a doubt.

Every time he heard you doing these things, his mind went wild. Fuck, he could feel his cock getting hard just from that, thinking it could be him.

Imagining you arching and bending your body towards him, while he was buried between your legs. Or rather, how well you could fit him, the gigantic desire he had to fuck you dumb, make you addicted to his cock.

He often tried not to think about it, it was morally wrong, of course. He tried to maintain good behavior, composure, but it was impossible to do that when you were so close to him.

It was even worse when you called him to your house, just to chat and eat the delicious cookies you baked. He didn't know if it was on purpose, but you always wore short clothes to these small gatherings, shorts so short and tight that he could clearly see the curve of your ass. Plus the graceful fact that you didn't wear a bra when you were at home, giving him the opportunity to see your breasts swaying slightly as you walked.

Maybe that's why he would ask for more coffee or cookies, just to see your figure walking around the kitchen, providing the perfect image for his unbridled imagination.

In his mind, his life would only be perfect if he had you by his side, in a routine where he could fuck you every day of the week. Every single day.

At this point, he's lost count of how many times he's jerked off to you, how many times he's dreamt that it was your hand doing the work, not his.

From time to time he even thought about how wrong it was, but by then it was too late, his cum was oozing out all over him, making him let out a slight grunt of pleasure. Spilling it all over his sheets, making a mess.

The next day he would greet you as if nothing had happened, with the biggest innocent smile on his face.

But all his self-control went down the drain once he saw you wearing a tight red nightgown, it was made of silk and fitted your body perfectly.

He couldn't stop staring for a second, and he could already feel something hardening in his body.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You say with a soft smile, looking at him.

The reason he was at your house right now was that he was helping you put a heavy package inside, and maybe he was going to put more than the package inside.

"Nothing at all. Want some help unpacking?" He replied, wiping his uniform a little.

And you didn't know why, but something sparked in you every time you saw him in his uniform. He looked so handsome like that.

"Yes, please." You nod. It was obvious that you didn't need his help for such a simple thing, but if it meant he'd stay longer, then you'd let it be.

All you got from him was a smile, and he started looking in the box for a place to open it, and you went to find a pair of scissors.

Once you returned he was kneeling on the floor, slowly opening the box with his hands. As soon as he looked up, he saw too much, his gaze went straight to your thighs, exactly to the middle of your legs.

At the same moment he blushed, trying to look away. But before either of you could say a word, the lights flickered and went out for good. A sudden blackout.

Leon was the first to react, he stood up abruptly and bumped into you, holding you by the waist to prevent you from falling.

On impulse, you grabbed his shoulders, just to keep your balance. It was only at that moment that you realized how close your face was to his, the way his eyes stared at you intensely, as if for the last time.

Not only that, but you felt a certain bulge in your stomach, and it didn't take more than two seconds for you to understand what it was all about.

Just a brief glimpse of your thighs was enough for him to get hard, and even more so holding you so close.

"I'm sorry..." He whispers awkwardly, still holding you in his arms.

You don't know if it was your instinct, or if it was your body aching for any kind of touch, but before you could imagine it you pushed your lips to his, kissing him with a force you didn't even know you had.

He obviously hesitated, the weight of the act bearing down on his back in an abrupt way. It was so wrong, a part of him just wanted to push you away and say no, but by then he wasn't thinking straight, his body went into overdrive.

It wasn't long before he was moving his lips against yours in pure synchronicity, his fingers curving around your waist, effectively sticking the two of you together. At that moment it was as if nothing else mattered, perhaps it was the lust affecting your thoughts, the bottled-up desire to touch each other.

Too much to describe, and it could only be demonstrated through this physical contact, the way his tongue slid into your mouth, exploring every inch. Taking the time to savor the moment, because he genuinely didn't know if this would be the first and last time.

His hands reached down to lift your nightgown, cupping your ass and pushing you against him even more. His thoughts were racing, but he couldn't stop. Just feeling sorry for your poor husband. Not that would stop him from doing anything.

You were almost in the same situation, except that your mind was foggy, you were already feeling hot and bothered by a simple kiss. A kiss like the one your husband had never been able to give you, and perhaps could never make you feel so aroused by a simple act.

God, if it was so wrong, why did it have to be so good?

Even though you tried to open your mouth to speak at some point, Leon wouldn't let you, he always pressed his lips against yours harder, forcing you to keep quiet. And before he did anything else, he lifted you up by your ass, carrying you across the couch. He was only guided by his senses, since he was more than used to being in your house.

"Shit, we shouldn't have-" you protest, and he shuts you up with another kiss, laying you down on the couch and getting on top of you, holding your wrists above your head, preventing you from moving or anything.

Soon you felt his full weight on top of you, as his warm breath hit your cheek, while he nibbled lightly, "It's too late to say no."

Yes, he was right.

Now was not the time for remorse or saying no, because let's face it, it's not like you were going to say no.

And hell, you knew so well that you should say no, but he wasn't helping either. Whispering sweet nothings in your ear, kissing and nibbling your neck, making you gasp and squirm under him.

You nestled your hands in his hair, pulling him in for another thirsty kiss. You simply acted like someone who hadn't been touched in months, every little brush against you was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch, remembering what it felt like to have your skin against his, a sensation he wouldn't forget even if he wanted to. All Leon could feel now was pity, pity for your poor husband.

Why was that? Because Leon was sure that he would make you feel like never before, a sensation that your husband could not possibly give you.

"You've been waiting for this, haven't you?" he whispers, looking at you with a little smile.

All you did was nod, your flushed and embarrassed face already saying a lot. At the same time as you felt a lust burning throughout your body, there was a guilt that consumed you in an overwhelming way.

If it was so wrong, why did this shit have to be so good?

Your mind was blurred and confused, as if all you could focus on were his touches, the way he was playing with the waistband of your panties, threatening to pull them down at any moment. The way his blue eyes penetrated you, as if he wanted to memorize every detail.

As soon as his lips touched your neck, you felt your body twitch, and a small moan escaped your lips. Each act made your body burn, it had been so long since you'd been touched like this, something about him excited you too much. More than it should.

He took his time, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck, shoulders, down to your breasts. Where he made a point of slowly taking off your nightgown, revealing what he wanted, you didn't wear a bra at home, so this was just another advantage for him. As soon as he flicked his tongue out to make contact with your skin, he stopped. Something was bothering him.

His gaze was on your hands, specifically on your ring finger, looking at your wedding ring. Then he took your hand, slowly removing the ring.

"Today you'll be mine, you don't have to wear this." His voice was low and husky, and he didn't care about your ring at all, he just took it off and threw it somewhere in the room.

It would take you some time to find it again.

"Leon I-" He shushed you, pressing two fingers to your lips, forcing you to open wide. Soon you had two fingers in your mouth, and he moved them back and forth, making sure you sucked it all in.

"No talking for today, baby." The velvety voice once again drew a sly whimper from you, making you hold him tight.

His deft fingers moved down to your wet slit, rubbing your entrance in circles, his fingertips doing a marvelous job on you.

"You're touch depraved, aren't you?" Leon asks, a mischievous smile appearing on his lips.

You were so wet, just from simple touches, it wasn't hard to guess that you were the type to get turned on by silly things.

Another whimper escapes your lips, your nails digging into his forearm, and from the smile he gave you, he was certainly enjoying the situation.

The way he knew exactly where to touch, how to touch. It was simply enough to drive you insane. You didn't even know how he did it, but he did.

His fingers found your clit, and as soon as they did, he started stroking it with his thumb, lightly, just to see every reaction you gave.

He would keep each one in his memory, it would be the most vivid memories he'd had in a while.

"So wet, just for me, isn't it?" A pure tease, just to drive you even crazier.

You nodded dumbly, he was all you needed at that moment. You'd never felt this way before, and you wondered how he could do it.

Without warning he slipped a finger into you, stretching your tight walls gently, curling his fingers and searching for your sensitive spots, and he wouldn't stop until he found them.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered huskily, removing his fingers from your mouth so that you could moan for him.

You couldn't do anything more than moan or mumble things here or there, so when he increased the speed and added another finger it was enough to make you see stars.

"There, there, it feels good when you touch there." In a whimper you say, as soon as you feel his fingers curving around your sweet spots.

All he did was bite his lip, seeing how pleased you were with him. He couldn't wait to fuck you, his mind was stuck on the idea.

He would be the man for you, and you would be his woman. He could easily fulfill the role your husband should be playing.

"Is that good?" He purrs in your ear, licking your earlobe.

You bite your lip and nod, another dirty moan coming from your lips. You could feel your orgasm approaching, the way he stroked your clit as he fucked you with his fingers was enough to make you go wild with him.

"Come for me." He purrs at you, and in one swift movement he finds your breast, wrapping his tongue around your sensitive nipple.

He sucked like crazy, making a point of doing so until he felt your nipple harden in his wet muscle.

Before you knew it, your hips were moving in sync with his movements, in perfect harmony.

God knows how he knew every sensitive spot of yours so well, maybe he'd been waiting for this more than you realized.

"Leon! Fuck-," you moan loudly, rolling your eyes and arching your body, feeling your orgasm wash over you intensely. In a way that has never happened before.

He gave you a lopsided grin and a contented murmur, extremely proud and smug at having made you cum like that.

"What a beautiful princess, you're perfect when you come." He whispered sensuously in your ear, kissing all over your face straight after.

You were speechless, your breathing heavy and fast, your mind even messier than before. At this point you didn't want to think about right or wrong, your mind was in a whirlwind of pleasure.

As soon as he saw you calm down from your high, he lifted you into his arms, carrying you like a princess. He couldn't stand it any longer, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants, he had to take you.

And of course he would do it in your bed, you would be his in your bed. As if you were husband and wife. He already knew the way to your bedroom, and gently laid you down on the bed, letting you sink into the soft mattress.

"My beautiful wife, you're going to welcome me like the perfect wife you are, aren't you?" A low purr in your ear, his fingers reaching down to undo his belt.

You nod, sitting down on the bed and helping him out of his uniform. As he took off his pants, you unbuttoned his shirt, kissing and licking all over his chest.

Low moans and gasps came from his lips, he reached for your hair and began to stroke you, encouraging you to continue. You were so perfect in his eyes, you needed to be his, if only for one night.

In the excitement of the moment, he pulled down his pants along with his boxers, letting his cock pop out, a mischievous smile on his lips, you would be his.

As he had so long hoped.

He holds you by the shoulders and pushes you onto the bed once more, letting you snuggle into the sheets.

As he watched you spread your legs, he mounted you, giving the perfect view of his shapely body. Every muscle twitching as he gripped the back of your thighs, spreading you even wider. He had the perfect view, you there all vulnerable for him, slit wet and clamoring for him.

And so he did, he pumped his cock and brushed your entrance, teasing you.

You whimpered, pushing your hips against the head of his cock, wanting him to do what he had to do right away.

A chuckle escapes his lips, and he pushes his cock all the way into you at once, making a quiet slapping sound.

"Fucking tight." He grunts in your ear, starting with calm, slow thrusts, giving you a slow, romantic kiss.

Savoring your taste as he passionately fucked you. Even if it wasn't true, for tonight you would be his woman. His alone, made for him, all his.

"Such a beautiful wife." He murmurs during the kiss, increasing the intensity of his thrusts, his skin colliding against yours.

"My beautiful husband." You say in a whimper, the words sliding out of your mouth as if it were the purest truth.

Perhaps you only spoke in the heat of the moment, or perhaps deep down you wanted it to be true.

He bites his lip, pushing your thighs further into the mattress, moving his hips at an incredibly fast speed, he couldn't hold back any longer, he needed it. Just like you.

"I'm going to come inside you, and you're going to let me, aren't you?" He growls at you, squeezing your thighs tightly.

"Y-yes, yes please." You plead, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as you arch your body towards him, your nails digging into the sheets.

"Good, fucking good girl." He whispers, pulling his cock out of you, only to shove it in once more.

You both moan loudly at the sensation, your velvety, tight walls embracing him, pulling him in. His cock throbbing and twitching inside you, he was close, and he couldn't wait to fill you with his big, full load.

He was focused on giving you the most pleasure he could give, just to make sure you didn't forget him, and if he was lucky you could call him one more time.

And he didn't mind being your lover at all, there was no denying that he was very fond of the idea.

At that point, your moans filled the room, surely the neighbors next door could hear what was going on if they listened closely.

Not that you cared much about it, the swearing and sweet talk that escaped his lips, too lost in the moment to think about anything else.

His cock slid in and out of you, making the impure sound of bodies colliding, and Leon was closer to the edge, he wasn't going to hold back any longer.

"Close, Ah-, close," you moaned loudly, writhing and arching your body impatiently. You felt your orgasm building, your body trembling with pleasure beneath him.

He kisses your cheeks softly, whispering to you, "Me too, princess. Let's cum together, yeah? Be good for me, together."

With a loud moan you confirm, he increases the pace and puts the weight of his body on you, moaning and grunting in your ear. The thrusts were strong and deep, he made a point of hitting all your spots and making you see stars every time.

"Fuck - I'm cumming," he growls, his nails digging into your thighs, leaving light marks.

That was the last straw for you to reach your limit, your walls spasming on his cock, his white cream spurting into you. He came so much, so much that he hadn't realized the last time he'd felt this good.

"Good, fucking good." He murmurs, capturing your lips in a sloppy kiss, still moving slowly inside you.

His hands leave your thighs and find your hands, wrapping his fingers around yours.

"I want you, only you." He whispers against your mouth, kissing all over your face.

You bite your lip and stare at him, tempted to repeat the same sentence he's just said. Maybe it's selfish of you to want him all to yourself, when you couldn't do the same.

You couldn't promise to be his alone, and quite possibly you'd have to be husband and wife in secret. Not that it was a bad idea, even if it meant breaking a few hearts.

It wasn't long before he started kissing your neck, sucking lightly. He wanted to claim you again and again, for tonight you would be his alone. And he would make sure to mark you properly.

His fingers still wrapped around yours, as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You certainly wouldn't get out of that bed tonight, he wouldn't let you.

You would be two lovers in love, parting the next day. And looking forward to the next time. Regardless, the night would be memorable.

It would be a hell of a night.

[askbensolo]

Sorry I haven’t posted much this week. It’s been a liiittle crazy. I gave both Armitage and Poe tours of the apartment this week (Armitage on Monday, Poe yesterday).

I thought I hated them when I was just messaging them. Oh, buddy, I had no idea.

Let’s start with Armitage. Listen: my mother raised me right. I tried to be nice, even though every previous interaction I’d had with him had proven that he was not. I opened the door and put on a smile and said, “Hey!” Bro looks past me and sees my holopad propped up on the dining table, where I’d been watching the livestream of the Senate hearing on arms control on Coruscant. Unfortunately, it was paused right on a close-up of my mom.

This dude cannot be normal. Imagine. You walk into a stranger’s home, see an image of a senator you’re maybe not so fond of, and go “Tch. Senator Organa… I’m convinced she was only voted in out of pity. Everyone loves the Alderaanian princess, but she’s really rather far from qualified.”

What.

I was so pissed I almost couldn’t talk. “What the—wh—why do you think she’s not qualified?! She has years of political experience, and she fought on the ground. She’s done so much volunteer and charity work, and she actually understands the issues she talks about on the floor, and—”

Armitage looked taken aback, but also like he was scrutinizing me. I shut my mouth.

“…What did you say your last name was?” he asked suspiciously, his tone clipped.

‘Cause, see, when I’m first meeting someone, I don’t usually tell them who I am am. I’m just Ben. I like being my own person. And then maybe after they pass the vibe check I can be like, “oh, yeah, I’m Ben Solo, but I’m also just a chill dude, please treat me normal haha.” But, yeah—that’s why Armitage didn’t know who I was.

You know when you’re talking to a stranger and you’re like, “Oh. No. We are not getting into this, because I’m never gonna see you again”? That was me in that moment. I was like, yeah, there’s no way I’m rooming with this snooty bag of tauntaun flatulence for a year.

“Quadinaros,” I said. It was the first name I thought of. I hoped Armitage didn’t know his podracers.

He looked like he wasn’t buying it.

“Well, what’s your last name?” I blurted in a stupid retort. Like a “your mom” kind of thing. Usually, that doesn’t work. Surprisingly, it caught him off guard.

“…Arkanis,” he replied, with less confidence than one would usually declare his own name with.

Whatever.

I showed him the apartment like I promised (and believe me, the comment about my mom was not the last rude thing he said while he was there), but in my head I knew I was picking Poe.

That is…until yesterday, when I had Poe over to tour.

I was actually genuinely excited to greet Poe at the door, because he was my ticket to not rooming with Armitage…but the smile melted right off my face when I beheld the sight before me.

This guy is. De-kriffing-ranged.

You know those, like, baby holders you buckle onto your chest? Well, get this. Homie was wearing one of those…but his BB droid was in it. And those models are hefty. They may be all round, and relatively small compared to your average R2 unit, but they’re still like…I don’t know, the height of your knee? And made of metal, obviously.

My jaw dropped at the sight of this absolute madman. I just stood there staring at him.

“So, uh.” Poe cleared his throat, as if he didn’t have forty pounds of droid buckled to his body. “Who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?”

I snapped out of it. “Sorry. Uh. Here. Come in.”

Once inside, he put his droid down on the floor, and I was reminded that choosing Poe meant also getting a pet, basically. “Weeeeoooooo!” said the BB unit, and started rolling all over the place.

Forty pounds of droid rolled over my foot. “Ow!”

“Sorry!” said Poe. “He’s just a little excitable. Aren’t ya, buddy?”

So I gave them the tour. And I really don’t have the energy to recount that endeavor, so here’s a list of some (just some) of Poe’s demands:

the droid’s charging dock needs to be in our bedroom near the window, even though the window is on my side of the bedroom

we need to put down rubber mats over the carpet so it’s easier for the droid to roll around

we need to ask management to install an accessibility ramp at the doorstep so the droid can roll in and out

it would be great if I could play with the droid when Poe’s not around, since the droid needs daily stimulation

After a while I kind of stopped listening. I thought to myself, Is this real life? Are astromechs not just flight navigation equipment? Is this would-be pilot who doesn’t even own a starship asking me to play with his droid like it’s his son?

I couldn’t have been more relieved to finally show Poe and his droid out the door. And then I ran into my room and flopped on my bed face-down and screamed into the mattress.

If only it wasn’t so late into the year. It’s impossible to find roommates right now. I’m lucky to have two options, as horrible as both options are.

I almost thought about moving back in with Mom and Dad. But…then I thought about my job, and Wednesday nights at the cantina with the guys, and quiet Sunday walks along the lake, and lazy Saturday museum-crawls with my ink pen and paper notebook…compared to how living at home just transforms me back into a sixteen-year-old, and I was like…no. No. I’m not leaving Naboo.

Anyway…so that’s my week. At least Fannie’s coming over tomorrow and I can temporarily forget next year’s gonna be hell.

[dontbelasagnax]

Hello

What is a character that you did not expect you would like but ended up being obsessed with?

Hi thank you for the question! You have no idea what can of worms you just opened haha! My answer is Obi-Wan but wait- let me explain!

I first watched the Star Wars movies with my family when I was 5 or 6 in the order that they were released. So originals then prequels. Over the years, we watched 2003 Clone Wars, the TCW movie, and then we would catch some episodes of TCW from time to time when we were somewhere that had cable TV and was playing the show on Cartoon Network.

My little child brain did not see any nuance whatsoever because I was a child and therefore all my favorite characters were characters I thought were cool or the epitome of #girlpower (I'm a lesbian. I was obsessing over them in a lesbian way. I did not know this. Go women.) To me, Obi-Wan was just a white man. He was nice but he was also bland and boring. I didn't really touch his action figure when I would play with the Star Wars ones my brothers and I shared.

Last year I decided to watch Star Wars in chronological order of events rather than release date. And I really wanted to sit down and actually watch TCW because I'd only seen odd episodes here and there as a kid. In my rewatch, I was struck by Obi-Wan's kind heart, undying belief in the Jedi Order and the light side of the Force, sass and wit mingling with posh Brit attitude, the way he just slays nonstop (even in flavors of drowned wet cat and pathetic meow meow), and his overwhelming vibes of bisexuality. I was quite taken by him. He went from being just some white guy to being My Special White Guy.

[If you are curious and would like to see my list of childhood faves, it's under the cut.]

Vader - He's intimidating and I had his lightsaber. (Came in a three pack of Vader, Luke, and Obi-Wan. My mom went ham for things that came in three's or multiples of three because I'm a triplet and it's convenient)

C-3P0 - He literally went to the school of cuntology. (Special honor goes to his husband R2. Inseparable comedy and fuck-shit-up duo.)

Leia - She's a badass and I'm a lesbian. Slave Leia outfit did something to my developing brain.

Padmé - She's competent and I'm a lesbian. Also I would regularly check out the Star Wars visual dictionaries from the library or just look at them while I was there (I would go every Wednesday) and stare her costumes for way too long. Genuinely, I was (and still am) obsessed with every single costume they gave her.

Ahsoka - Jedi who's a girl and also a kid like me???!? Instant fave.

Ventress - Oaughhhgg drop dead gorgeous woman with two beautiful red lightsabers and the way she fights????? Guards, take me away

Aurra Sing - Genuinely think this one was because I'm a lesbian. I recall checking out a novel where she was the mc along with a comic that featured her from the library and the only thing from them I remember is looking at the pictures of her and thinking she's so pretty.

Mace Windu - Special honors go to him because his lightsaber color is the best. When I dove into Star Wars fandom spaces for the first time last year, I could not fathom why I kept seeing people say stuff about "Windu hate". I was under the impression the only thing to critique was they didn't let Samuel L Jackson say motherfucker even once. I stand by this.

[alicent-vi-britannia]

Small analysis of "Nunnally"

Today I bring you one of my favorite instrumental pieces from the Code Geass soundtrack: Nunnally's theme. And, by the way, I'll give you a little analysis about it. I was going to hold out until I analyzed Lelouch and Kallen's kiss scene, but whatever. So here is a preview of that analysis.

I think Nunnally's theme is the love theme of the series. Why? Because the series associated Nunnally with love in episode 11 of R2, "The Power of the Passions." At that time a conversation takes place between Lelouch and Shirley about love. The orange-haired girl claims that love is a powerful force that moves people to do anything, from the stupidest to the impossible, and she lists several examples to support her premise. Lelouch is convinced by her argument, when he realizes that his love for Nunnally has filled him with power. Therefore, Nunnally is the first person that Lelouch professed sincere and enormous love for, and therefore, Nunnally represents love from Lelouch's point of view.

An example of this is in episode 24 when Nina and Lelouch speak for the last time. Why does it ring at that moment? Because they are both talking about Euphemia. Nina is helping her worst enemy out of love for Euphy, both to see the princess' wish of a world where everyone is happy come true and to give justice to her murder since Lelouch intends to pay for his crime with the Zero Requiem. Don't forget that Euphemia is the reason Nina is fighting.

The music doesn't stop at that point and extends until the last conversation between Lelouch and C.C. Why? Because C.C. feels remorse for giving Geass to Lelouch. Geass changed his entire life and now he has to face the person he has loved most in his life, his own sister, and give his life for humanity and to pay for his sins. He has thousands of reasons to hate her. She used him, betrayed him, and lied to him for almost the entire series. But Lelouch has forgiven her everything because the witch has become an important person to him. In addition to that Lelouch takes full responsibility for having used the cursed gift she gave him and, rather, thanks her. It's a perfect display of love and this is what will motivate C.C. to live in the new world.

Above all, this theme is especially remembered because it was played when Lelouch and Kallen kiss and it is coincidentally the first time it is heard in the entire series. A few moments before, Kallen asks Lelouch what she meant to him and why he said "Kallen, you have to live" in front of the firing squad, to which Lelouch remains silent and Kallen acts by planting a kiss on him that Lelouch does not hesitate to accept. give the girl back. Kallen doesn't get an answer from her, but the music fills the void that Lelouch's silence leaves. Lelouch loved Kallen.

Why don't I say it's a "romance" theme? I'm just being cautious and avoid making strong statements. Fanboys hate my interpretation of Nunnally's theme since it implies that Lelouch reciprocates Kallen's feelings. Even if they like the idea that it's a romance theme given that it plays during the conversation between Lelouch and C.C., they can't deny that it also played at the RIGHT moment Lelouch and Kallen kissed, RIGHT after she wants to clarify with him the nature of their relationship (and much more strongly).

You be the judges. Music is another element of the composition and, like any element in an audiovisual product, it has an intention.

[teecupangel]

Hi, so I was rewatching Code Geass (I hope you know it? I assume you do, you seem to know everything) and it occured to me that Geass powers are very similar to PoE powers, so... what if instead of Apples there were Code Bearers (hopefully in some kind of stasis for a good portion of history)?

Because I would really like Eve to run around Renaissanse Italy (although she probably wouldn't mention just who she is before the Vault) and because Altair is absolutely the type to fully develop a Geass.

...yes, also because it would be funny if Desmond became immortal instead of dying.

I wanted to say that I don’t know everything, sometimes I check the wiki or tvtropes to help me get a grasp of the ask but, funnily enough, I do know Code Geass. Code Geass is one of the animes I watched when it first aired in Japan then rewatched the English dub to see how different it is (the English dub is so good, getting Johnny Yong Bosch as Lelouch was such a top-tier choice). I should note that I only watched the two seasons and I could sorta remember the dating sim game, I didn’t watch the movies or Akito the Exiled. Oh, and I can barely remember Nightmare of Nunnally manga even though I did read a few chapters of it XD

In other words, we’re focusing on what was revealed in R2 about Code Bearers for this one XD

Now, let’s change it a bit. The Code Bearers are the Isus’ greatest achievement. They were meant to be the shepherds of the Isus’ slaves.

But Minerva screwed that up, giving them a sense of ‘self’.

To be companions.

But it was because of their sense of self that they grew to like the company of humans more than their masters.

And they revolted, using the very power granted to them by the Isus to ‘bless’ specific humans that led the charge.

The Isu-human war was not even between the Isus and the humans but between the Isus and the Code Bearers, hiding in the shadows and using the humans as their puppets, granting power to those that would later be known as Geass users.

Minerva had been spared from a death sentence by the very Code Bearer she had given a sense of ‘self’ to.

Her daughter…

Eve.

The Isus were killed. Those who were left alive were exiled or imprisoned, left to die a slow death.

Then…

The humans revolted.

Against the Geass users and their Code Bearers.

Minerva does not know why.

Perhaps one of users or the bearers had used their power selfishly.

Perhaps it is simply the nature of being with enough intelligence such as Isus, humans, and Code Bearers to turn against what they believe to be controlling them.

Minerva had been too busy…

Creating the last Code Bearer.

Her son.

The one that shall gift the most powerful Geass of all.

The Geass to control the very fabric of time.

.

The Code Bearers have dwindled in sizes and they have grown to distrust one another, believing that one of them or one of the Geass users they have gifted with the power of the Geass had betrayed them which led to the ‘witch hunts’.

This is why the Code Bearers try their best to remain in seclusion and to not change the trajectory of humanity.

Until…

Eve found Minerva’s final resting place.

An underground laboratory, half-destroyed thanks to an earthquake.

And that’s when she learned of her ‘little brother’, Minerva’s final Code Bearer.

Desmond.

And Eve sets out to find him.

.

Unknown to him…

Desmond isn’t exactly the typical Code Bearer.

Because Minerva figured the best way to create a Code Bearer that will not fall victim to the corrupting influence of their immortality and power is to change a human into a Code Bearer.

A human that had willingly sacrificed his life to save the world before.

So Minerva tweaked the timeline and captured Desmond Miles’ consciousness a second before his death and transferred it to the Code Bearer body she had prepared.

Desmond has no idea what Code Bearers are. He does know what a Geass is, the Assassins and Templars have been searching for Geass users for centuries.

He also know…

That the man who gave Altaïr his Geass was a man that looked too similar to him to be a coincidence.

A man…

… who looked exactly like Desmond.

(That’s right, this is going to be a closed loop where the Code Bearer who gave Altaïr his Geass is actually Desmond himself, having been given a Code Bearer body. Considering it’s Altaïr, it’s highly possible that he would even upgrade from being a Geass user to being a Code Bearer but there has only been one human to have ever done that… Eve’s Geass user… Adam… who disappeared a few weeks before the witch hunts begins)