#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. :)

[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.

[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.

[lazerswordweilder]

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.

[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!

[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.

[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.

[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)

[heartofmortis]

✶ Evenstar

. *. ⋆ CHAPTER 14

gif by @houseofamidala

pairing: anakin skywalker x oc

word count: 5.1k

✶ . *. ⋆ read on ao3 & wattpad

Anakin sat slouched on the sofa. He watched Oberyn pace across his room, working on one of his datapads while also talking with his brother. It amused Anakin that his brother could not stay put in one place — perhaps it was a Skywalker thing: always on the move. Oberyn was trying to set Anakin on another task to follow Elia around. This time she had to go North to Aphelion’s second largest city, Nolwenn, which lay protected in a carefully designed dome to protect all of the planet’s history. If the thought of exploring did not intrigue him so much, Anakin would be putting up a far greater fight.

“Why aren’t you going?” Anakin asked when Oberyn set his datapad down at last and collapsed into the armchair across from his brother.

“It’s a wedding thing,” Oberyn answered. “I’m not allowed to go. It’s supposed to be a bad omen or something.”

Suddenly, Anakin wanted to stick out his bottom lip and ask to stay with his brother. If he was to be in this wedding, he wanted to be by his brother’s side. Especially not when he was trying to avoid the Princess after he confessed his fears about his mother to her. But equally, he also did not want to sound like a silly little kid.

“And besides, I would really appreciate it if you accompanied El and Lilith.” Oberyn leaned forward as he spoke. “Nolwenn is very anti-war. And even though El opposes it too, I can’t let her be caught in the middle of something.”

Anakin gave a heavy sigh. “Fine. I’ll go.”

So now Anakin was stuck on a very long train journey with dozens of other passengers travelling North. The worst part of the journey was that the train could only travel underground. Elia had explained it to him as they boarded the isolated first class. The North was inhospitable and was constantly ravaged by violent snowstorms and freezing temperatures. It was the antithesis of Tatooine in Anakin’s eyes, and he was intrigued to see it. Therefore, to keep Aphelion connected, underground tunnels had been dug out — stretching all the way around the planet, as well as from Alora to Nolwenn. Anakin knew that mining used to be one of Aphelion’s main trades, but now he could see the degree to which they worked.

To pass the time, and to avoid the Princess and her friend, Anakin sat quietly by himself and meditated. (Obi-Wan would be proud.) Beneath the surface realigning his focus to the Force, Anakin could not explain it but the Force felt very strong here. Anakin realised he had not dwelled on it since they arrived, his head being preoccupied with a dozen other things that felt more important at the time.

Suddenly, Anakin felt a bumping against his knee. “Artoo!” He heard Elia scold as he opened his eyes to see that the Princess’ astromech had come to inspect him.

Anakin knew this blue-and-white R2 unit. They had met on Tatooine nine years ago — R2-D2 had never been far from Fallon Uttara’s heels. Anakin had met many astromechs and R-series droids, but never had he encountered a droid with Artoo’s personality and modifications. The young Jedi enjoyed talking with fellow mechanics and wondered what he could learn from this droid’s creator. Anakin thought of his own droid he had made as a boy — C-3PO, unfinished in Anakin’s eagerness to run away to Coruscant with his brother and new friends, abandoned to the always unforgiving sands of Tatooine. (He thought about his mother again and almost wished he could stop.)

“Hey, buddy,” Anakin said to the droid with a smile. He found himself chuckling as Artoo recounted his favourite — and least favourite — memories from Tatooine. (Most droids had their memories wiped often, especially those involved with politics or a Crown, so Anakin was quite surprised when Artoo beeped along about events like they were yesterday.)

Took hours to clean the sand out of all my gears. The droid ended with a trill, still not amused by the Tatooine climate.

Anakin laughed, truly. There were scarce beings who understood what Tatooine was like. While most of him wanted to forget his past, Anakin found it refreshing to confide in someone — or something — that had a slight understanding of what hardships he used to face. Even if it was only the weather. “You could pay me a million credits and I wouldn’t go back there willingly. I still don’t like sand.”

Don’t blame you. If droids could laugh, Artoo was doing it. Anakin grinned.

“Aphelion’s beaches are far softer and prettier than desert sands,” Lilith commented, peering over the top of her sketchbook. Anakin looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “Lei, you should show him.”

Anakin watched a smile grow across the Princess’ face, light spilling into her soft brown eyes. The glow faltered when Elia looked at him. Whatever she was trying to hide, she did it well. (Anakin wasn’t sure why he noticed the way her expression changed.) “Neptune is wonderful,” she told him. “The villages are really pretty and the ocean is especially beautiful on a clear day.”

Anakin nodded without more of a reply. He trusted Elia’s opinion far more than Lilith’s. He didn’t think Athena had ever mentioned her planet’s beaches before — perhaps that was because Rhea was from Hemera and their beaches were famous galaxy-wide for being near perfect, or perhaps it was because Athena had always preferred Naboo to her homeworld. Anakin realised that Athena’s distance from the location was likely rather to do with her accident taking place there (Anakin still did not entirely know what happened that day — besides knowing that Elia was at the centre of why Queen Ianthe had made the decision to take her daughter out of the Jedi Order with Chancellor Palpatine’s support.) Elia caught his eye and the same dots connected in her head. She looked away from him and did not look back at him for the rest of the journey.

Despite knowing that Nolwenn was a city enclosed in a protective dome, Anakin still expected the city to merge into the surrounding landscape and be covered in a pretty layer of snow. Instead, the city was dominated by tall and sleek skyscrapers, reaching towards the sun, and many smaller districts that felt more familiar to the rest of Aphelion’s infrastructure that Anakin had seen. It was an interesting mix of metal and brick across the city, but Anakin didn’t think they clashed uncomfortably. The core of the city contained the highest concentration of high rise buildings — Anakin assumed the massive data vaults were either stored in them, or underneath. When he looked up, Anakin could see the raging snowstorm through the clear bubble. Its howls were muted by the gentle hum of the bustling city, but Anakin could imagine what it sounded like.

“We’re going to my Mum’s first,” Lilith informed Anakin as she and Elia linked arms and began walking down one of the neat cobbled streets outside the train station. Artoo gave the young Jedi a nudge to follow close behind the girls.

Lilith’s mother lived in a modest building. A small, two-storey home, tucked away in the artist’s corner of the city. Caught between two identical houses on a street of sameness, all that made each house stand apart was their painted exterior walls: some were one shade of pastel, others had intricate forest landscapes or constellations. Lilith’s mother’s house was on the simpler side: the brick wall was painted in a pale pink with delicate white and blue flowers drawn on vines looping around the windows.

Verena Stark looked just like her daughter: the same dark curls and snowy complexion. They even shared paint splatters across their fingers. Anakin’s mother was desert-warm, roughened by sand and hard work. Verena had the same maternal warmth that Anakin recognised in other women, but she bore more resemblance to a soft, crackling fire, her hands marked by splinters from old paintbrushes and her eyes tired from staring at colourful canvases. If Anakin looked at Lilith, he would have seen a similar fire — only burning more fitfully; weakened by snowstorms but bright against the sun’s glow.

Verena welcomed her daughter and Elia with tight hugs and admittance to soft prayers that they would arrive safely. When her gaze fell to Anakin, she gave him a pleasant smile — a flicker of silent remarks passed between her and the girls. Years of knowing and quiet secrets that Anakin was not privy to. But he did not care — especially when Verena brought them into her kitchen, bags abandoned at the door, and offered them a plate of warm cookies. Anakin wondered where Lilith’s loyalty had been led astray for her to leave Elia alone the other night when the young Jedi got the impression that Verena would not have imparted cheap abandon to her only daughter. It wasn’t really Anakin’s business (but it felt like it).

“How long are you guys staying for?” Verena asked as she and her visitors took seats in her living room.

“Not as long as I would like,” Elia admitted. “We’re here on ‘official business’,” she added with a roll of her eyes.

Anakin’s attention was caught by the number of paintings that adorned the walls — most were incredible, but there were a number of crude illustrations made by a child. Every piece was dated and named. Anakin noticed that while most of the works were obviously Lilith’s, there were some with Elia’s name attached. He knew nothing about what good artwork technically was, but he thought Elia’s was very good — he recognised the lakes of Naboo and the city of Theed, as well as purple Apheli moorland and mountain ranges.

His obvious distraction caused a shift in conversation as the women around him slipped into whispered conversation. Anakin tried not to eavesdrop, even though he was in the same room as them. He only paid attention when Elia offered to help Verena bring their empty cookie plates into the kitchen. Lilith did not look sideways at him, and Anakin didn’t particularly care. He didn’t mean to listen in to Elia and Verena’s conversation in the next room, but he was intrigued when they mentioned him. They spoke in hushed whispers, all too aware of their company, but Anakin caught snippets.

“Is he the one you used to talk about all the time?” Anakin overheard Verena ask. He did not catch Elia’s response, but she tumbled back into the living room a moment later. Anakin wasn’t sure why he cared, but he wanted to know what Elia said about him. Her cheeks were tinged pink. For all Anakin’s power in the Force, the Princess was still a mystery to him. He didn’t know how to read her.

“We should get going,” Elia told Anakin as she lingered in the doorway. There was a distance kept between them with Lilith in between. “We have another short journey to go.”

R2-D2 stayed behind at the house with Verena while Elia and Anakin set off for the caves. Elia could not wait to get this over with. Lilith had an art show on the other side of the artist’s district and Elia was bitter that she could not also attend. Their art-related hobbies were what bound Elia and Lilith together at fourteen years old, and Elia still wished she was free to create whatever she wanted like Lilith could.

The route to the mineral caves was simple. Nolwenn was a well-connected city with most of its traffic sitting at ground level to keep the sky clear. Three streets away from Lilith’s house was a taxi hub, where Elia hailed a droid-driven speeder for her and Anakin. The speeder took them to the other side of the city. Like the royal palace and Alora, Nolwenn was built close to a mountain range — the second biggest on the planet. Another mile-long tunnel ran deep below the city into one of the mountains. There laid the caves.

Elia explained the ritual to Anakin on the walk into the mountain. It was a silly old thing that came about before Aphelion became a matriarchy, all about female purity. Oberyn also thought it was a stupid thing as he did not have to undergo any such ritual. There was a silver lining that Elia found worthwhile was that the caves were laced with minerals that had a dozen healing properties that she could not name. Her scientific knowledge was limited to her school education; Zara Palpatine, Elia’s sister on a few technicalities, had tried teaching her some things, but Elia had less interest in learning why the galaxy worked in the way it did. Elia did not share the vast majority of Aphelion’s superstitions and she was hardly religious, so all she really cared for was the caves being pretty.

And the mineral caves were pretty. Even deep underground, the caverns were lit brightly by light beams bouncing off crystals lodged in the walls of stone, and the air still felt fresh with the calming scent of petrichor and not of damp, like she had been expecting. Elia walked towards the water and crouched down, dipping her fingers beneath the surface. Supposedly, the mineral pools were still warmed by dragonfire. She set down her bag of dry clothes next to the pool and slipped out of her shoes. Anakin stood somewhere behind her. When Elia stepped into the water, the fabric of her dress rose to float and stuck to her legs when she submerged up to her waist. She took a few more steps to see where the water deepened before reaching out and letting the water pull her under.

She felt weightless, floating in the water, and dove deeper. There were gaps of light in the bottom of the pool that poured water into the deeper ponds. The mineral pools all fed each other, using the melting snow as their birth point and fell through crevices through the mined out insides of the mountains. The water would eventually feed into Nolwenn’s water filtration system and be used by everyone in the city. The water cleansing reduced many of the mountain’s minerals, which was why girls travelled into the high points of the caves where the water was most healing.

When she came back up for air, she pushed her hair out of her face so it was slicked back against her head. Elia found her gaze reaching towards Anakin. “You can come in too,” she said. “It’s only husbands that aren’t supposed to come in with their future wives. The water is quite nice actually.”

“Do I need to wear a white dress as well?” Elia liked the way he laughed.

Elia rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushed pink from the warm water, and rose to stand where the water only met her waist. The bodice and skirt of her dress had transformed and was now stained lilac. “It represents a transformation: leaving an old life behind. Traditionally men visit Neptune to bathe in the salt water to shed layers of their past. But I know Oberyn wanted to follow more Naboo traditions, so I don’t know what he’ll be getting up to.”

Anakin huffed a little. “He was always better at looking to the future and letting go of the past than me.”

Elia nodded. She had gotten that impression from Oberyn early on. She waded back, deeper into the water. “It’s never too late to try, if you want to.”

She watched as Anakin stared at the ripples in the water before he confessed shyly, “I don’t know how to swim.”

For a moment, Elia wondered if she had forgotten that the Skywalker boys grew up on a desert planet, but Oberyn loved to swim with her in the lakes on Naboo. Was a Jedi’s life simply that restricted? She gave him an honest smile. “Don’t worry. I can show you.”

Anakin looked very uncertain, but he complied and shrugged off the outer layers of his Jedi robes and let them pool next to Elia’s bag. He moved tentatively, unsure. Elia offered a hand to guide him but he did not take it. She half-expected him to panic when in the water, but he watched and copied her instructions calmly. Elia showed him the way to float and move his arms to cut through the water. But she kept distance between them — they were already in close quarters, he wouldn’t want her any closer (not when the last time she was alone and secluded with a Jedi, Athena almost died). Anakin was a quick learner, a natural. She was ready to teach him another stroke when they were interrupted by a great tremble in the ground.

The shallow water in the pool sloshed over the edge and ripples broke the previously undisturbed surfaces of the other smaller pools in their room of the cavern.

Anakin turned to look at her. His short curls stuck to his forehead. “You guys have earthquakes and you brought us to a cave.”

Elia felt her stomach sink, like she was being pulled to the drain. “We aren’t supposed to… Aphelion only has quakes far out to sea where they can’t hurt anyone.”

Anakin dove towards Elia, pulling her under the water by her waist as the ceiling began to crumble and drop rock on top of them. Elia reached back to the surface, snatching back their discarded belongings. Anakin also surfaced for breath. They watched as the cracks in the ceiling grew bigger, water from the pools above them started leaking inside. The tunnels that led in and out of each room were much smaller and likely to be cut off quickly.

“Do you see the cracks of light where the water pulls you to?” Elia watched as Anakin followed where she was pointing and she nodded. “Dive for them, we can escape through the tunnels down there.”

They both took a deep breath and dove again. The water was clear enough for them both to see where they were going. Elia dove first as she was more experienced. But she had not yet gone this deep. All the pools fed into each other through tiny streams between rocks and drains that took away water so the highest pools would not overfill. But when Elia reached the bottom, the gap was not big enough for either of them to squeeze through. She tried to point it out to Anakin without inhaling any water before she began trying to break the rocks surrounding the drain. There were already cracks in the surface, they just needed to be bigger.

Anakin pushed her out of the way and reached out with the Force. The cracks in the rock grew bigger but did not fall away until Anakin was able to break them away with his hands. Like a plug being pulled, Elia and Anakin fell through the ceiling. The water cushioned their fall and they were lucky that the rocks fell around them and did not hit them. Elia was grateful to breathe again when she surfaced in the next pool and gasped for air. She dragged herself out of the new pool. This room was darker, the floor flooded by the overspill of the other rooms. But the walls were sturdier and the tremors were gone.

“Do you know what way to go?” Anakin asked, gaining his footing next to her.

“Not exactly, but all paths lead the same way.”

He motioned for her to lead and they took off running before another earthquake, or aftershock, appeared.

They reached the mouth of the cave quickly and slowed to a staggered walk. Dripping wet and breathless, Elia promised herself, I am never doing that again.

Elia noticed a small number of visitors approaching the cave with a guide. They all stared at Elia and Anakin. “You shouldn’t go in there right now. The earthquake made the ground unstable, it isn’t safe.”

Every one of the newcomers stared at her and glanced at their companions like she was crazy.

“What earthquake?” the tour guide asked.

Elia turned to Anakin. Perhaps she was crazy. But he was giving her the same expression of disbelief. The tour guide quickly rallied the group and they set off into the caves, all of them looking back at Elia and Anakin. The Elia noticed blood staining his hands.

“Sweet gods, are you okay?”

Anakin shook his head. “It’s nothing.”

Elia made him sit down on one of the nicely placed rocks outside the cave. She pulled him around by the wrist and found some damp but clean fabric to clean the deep, but not threatening, cut across Anakin’s hand. He winced but complied as she fashioned him a makeshift bandage.

“I’ve seen people use the Force to heal,” she commented. “Sometimes I wish I could connect to it.”

“The Force is very strange here,” Anakin said. “It feels different on other planets, but Aphelion is something else. Every time I try and meditate or try to use it, I feel some resistance. I have never had trouble using the Force before.”

Elia was curious. Her experiences with the Jedi, and the Force, were very limited but they fascinated her. “Just here, or in thr capital too?”

“Everywhere. It’s this planet. It clouds things.”

Elia chuckled. “Aphelion is just a planet. Maybe the Chosen One just needs to give it a better chance.”

Anakin gave a disapproving huff. “I have given it plenty of chances.”

“The people, yes. The planet less so.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow and shrugged. “I’d rather have the people like me.”

“Because they named you their hero?”

“Yes.” The Jedi frowned and pulled his hand out of her grasp to finish tying the bandage himself. Elia sat back and watched him to it wrong but she did not want to correct him.

Elia gave a half hearted laugh. “Is one title not enough for you? The Chosen One and the Hero.”

“I didn’t want to be the Chosen One.” Anakin bit back. “At least here, they gave me the title because I did something. I know I’m going to be the best at what I do. It’s written in the stars that I will bring balance to the Force but…”

“It’s a lot of pressure. I understand.”

He shook his head. “No you don’t. No one does. You’re a princess. You breathe and everyone loves you.”

Elia frowned and narrowed her eyes. “Like you do? Everyone pities me, same as you. You were born great. I was born nothing, the same as everyone else. It was chance and horrid, rotten luck that I stand here now. You have a lot, you should not take that for granted.” She stood and bundled up her stuff. “Let us please get back to the city so we can get my wedding done with and then we can leave each other alone.” Anakin stared at her and gave a small nod and they moved to Bevin their journey back into the city.

They were almost dry when they walked back through the city. They had walked in silence the whole way. Elia was quite tired of Anakin’s ego and his distaste that he could barely hide for a moment. She wanted to make a brief stop at one of her favourite bookshops to pick up a gift for Eden, and then she could go home.

The wedding was close now and Elia would not need to leave the palace again. Anakin would have no need to stay near her any longer. And yet it still weighed heavily on her heart that he refused to give her anything. She understood his reasons to feel protective over Athena — they were best friends; Elia felt the same way towards Lilith and Oberyn. She was mostly frustrated at herself that she still hung onto the hopeless, wretched feelings that had followed her since she was fourteen on Naboo, racing around Theed with Anakin. (Every part of Elia that was still Alana clung to the past with a steel grip.) She would just have to force herself to move on, push Alana further away.

The city centre was busier than Elia normally saw it in the times she had visited before. Nolwenn had a large population, but people did not often come together in vast groups unless there was a celebration or the market was fully stocked. But when Elia looked closer at the crowd as she and Anakin found themselves unwillingly brought into it, she saw dozens of signs being waved in their air.

“Look,” Elia said with a smile, “they don’t want this Bill to pass either. I just wish the Senate would see it too.”

“I wouldn’t celebrate these people’s decisions too soon — look.” Anakin pointed beyond the peace signs. Elia’s chest tightened as she saw dozens of posters of the Apheli crown or throne wreathed in flames. “You need to get out of here. Now.”

Elia shook her head. “They’re protesting. I should see what their complaints are so we can fix them–”

The crowd came closer together, trapping the Jedi and the Princess in the masses. Chants were being thrown around, graffiti strewn across buildings. Panic seized in Elia’s chest. These people hated her family. They hated this wedding. She heard a voice ring out — shaming each member of the royal family. Including Elia. They thought her plea for peace was a disguise for her ‘Separatist sympathies’? It was completely untrue, but they believed it. They hated her too.

Strong hands fell onto Elia’s waist, pulling her free from the crowd. She stumbled, trying to hide her face. Anakin was in front of her, steadying her when they broke free. Elia curled her hands into fists and ignored the stab of her nails cutting into her palms. What had she done wrong? She did not agree with her mother all the time, but Elia did not doubt that (besides the wedding), Ianthe Valarys had her planet’s best interests at heart. That was why she had Alerie join Padmé’s opposition. The people did not truly hate them, did they? Elia had never sat in on one of her mother’s meetings with her advisors and staff. Did the Queen know what her people thought? Elia wished she could talk to all of these protestors, these people — hear their grievances and tell the people that Aphelion was strong, that her adoptive family cared. But she did not even like speaking up in her lessons at university. What help could she truly give? She did not know how to fight, how to convince. She only stood as a shield when trouble came. Trouble she could not predict in any way that was helpful. (Not like little Eden’s vast and spiralling dreams, or Aerrik’s precise and rare glimpses of the future.) She was just there. Always just there. She was nothing. She did not even know why Ianthe had taken her in. She was just Alana. Alana the scared girl. Alana who froze when the fire came. She would never stop the flames. She would never run into them.

Elia scarcely noticed when the crowd noticed she was there. All she saw between her gasping breaths and stinging blurred vision was the shouts and the flash of Anakin’s lightsaber. He took her hand, begging her to come with him. Elia could imagine the crowd chasing them with torches and pitchforks.

They stopped running four streets away when no protestors were anywhere behind them. Anakin tugged Elia into an alleyway. He was saying things — telling her to breathe, helping her to do so, telling her they were safe. Worry creased his features, and then Anakin started talking. She didn’t hear him fully at first but whatever place Elia had found herself stuck in, Anakin was helping her come back.

Elia braced herself against the wall, dropping her head into her hands and muttered out a string of apologies. She had never seen so many people angry at her family before. Even if she seldom felt like one, Elia was still a Valarys in almost every way.

“It’s fine. Don’t apologise,” Anakin said. His hands caught around her wrists. “Just let me get you back to somewhere safe, okay?”

The walk back to Verena’s house was thankfully short. No one was in when they arrived, but Elia knew where the spare key was kept and she let herself and Anakin in. Despite all that had happened, Elia still found a way to feel glad for the experience in the caves. The minerals still gave her a numbing calmness.

Damp hair coiled back and pinned behind her head, Elia nibbled chocolate biscuits in the kitchen. The house was quiet, peaceful. At least it was until Anakin found her.

He lingered in the doorway, leaving space between them. “I wanted to thank you, properly, for the caves,” he said. “Not just showing me how to swim, but you were quick thinking and you saved us both.”

Elia shrugged and licked crumbs off her fingers as she turned to face him. “You would have done the same.”

Anakin gave a short laugh. “I probably wouldn’t have taken us through a safer route.” He paused and began to move closer to her. “I, um, also wanted to apologise for what I said after. I don’t pity you.”

“It makes no difference. You still don’t like me.”

“No. That’s not true. It’s–”

“Complicated,” Elia mused. Isn’t everything. “It’s fine. You’re Athena’s friend. I understand.”

Anakin shook his head. He was stood in front of her now, catching her between him and the kitchen counter. “No. It isn’t just about Thena. It’s more than that. I…”

He was looking at her like he often did. Elia did not like the way he confused her — sometimes he would not look at her. Then he couldn't stop (like he was doing now). But he wasn’t looking at her with distaste. Maybe half of the looks he gave her weren’t of dislike. But she could not explain how he was looking at her now. There was an odd light in his eye that she had not seen before. She liked when he looked at her, it made her feel fluttery and girlish — but this was different.

“Anakin…” His name was heavy and left her lips softly. He was gazing down at her — his eyes mapping her face. Elia’s breath caught in her throat, they were inches apart and she could feel the warmth of his body quell the goosebumps across her skin. “Please stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

Before Elia had to define his expression and question the heat that was rising across her body, the front door unlocked and swung open. Her heart raced. Elia broke free from their eye contact and fled the kitchen. She hated this, hated him. And she wanted to go home.

[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.

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 15

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Our reader and Rey are off to find Luke! I wonder how it'll go for them... As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None.

Word Count: 3,627

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

As you gave Poe one final look, you turned to head into the Falcon along with Rey. Chewie was already inside as you entered, waiting in the cockpit along with R2 who you hadn’t expected. You sat down in the pilot’s seat while Rey was behind you, Chewie in the co-pilot seat. 

“We ready to go meet Luke Skywalker?” you asked aloud.

Chewie growled in response and flicked a few buttons to help get the systems online while you primed the engine.

“To think you need to press so many things to even get this thing off the ground…” you muttered as you took the controls and began to pilot the three of you off of the ground.

As you broke the atmosphere, you tried to remove Poe from your mind and how the two of you had left things off. Poe was important to you, more than anything else, but you had a job to do and it took precedence, after all, if you failed you’d never be with him. You hoped Poe would be ok while you were gone and maybe when you got back you would be able to finally tell him, regardless of how he responds. Chewie locked in the coordinates for hyperspace and you pulled the lever, sending your group into the endless void of blue and white. It took a while, along with a few instances where the ship shook a little too hard and you wondered if you were flying straight through an asteroid field. The entire time, you could feel Rey’s trepidation over meeting the famed Luke, along with being able to learn more about herself and being a Jedi. So much so in fact, that she had pulled you off to the side for a moment.

“Y/N, may I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” you warmly replied.

She looked off for a moment in thought before returning to you, “You told me what the force was, and that Jedi and Sith are those who are able to influence it. Is that all that makes a Jedi or Sith? You said you weren’t a Jedi exactly, does that mean we are both on our journey to becoming Jedi?”

You sighed, “It’s hard to explain, and honestly everyone probably has a different answer to it. What makes a Jedi… it would have to be using your power in order to protect those who cannot protect themselves. I’m no Jedi myself so I can’t exactly give you the best answer, though I know that respectable Jedi from what I have seen, use their power to aid and assist, and well, have lots of wisdom.”

She took in your words carefully and thoughtfully, the gears turning behind her large round eyes, “Do you think Luke would train us?”

You thought for a moment, taking into consideration the memories of him you saw from Leia, “Honestly? I have no idea. I’d like to say yes but then again, he abandoned everyone and everything to live in solidarity. There’s a rather large chance he’ll turn us away the second we get there. Even so, we must try.”

She nodded in response and the two of you returned to comfortable silence.

After a while, a beeping noise notified you that you were about to exit hyperspace and you took at the controls in preparation. The ship exited hyperspace and you were faced with a blue planet of many shades in front of you, most likely an aquatic focused world. You didn’t bother trying to feel for Luke as you had tried that months ago, shortly after first getting to the Resistance. You could feel Leia across the galaxy if you had focused but no matter how hard you tried, once more, Luke was nowhere to be found. You hypothesized that he removed himself from the force, something extremely similar to what you had done when you had sealed yourself away.

“Alright guys, eyes open,” you said as you checked the scanners, trying to see if you could find anything.

As you entered the planet’s atmosphere, you came to understand that this was primarily a water world as there were only a few island structures that held land. The scanners picked up life forms on an island not far from your position and you immediately piloted the three of you towards them. As you arrived, you landed the ship and set out with Rey, Chewie and R2 staying back at the ship just in case. While you were on the ship, you could make out a human-like figure at the top of one of the hills and that’s where you and Rey headed towards first. As you walked along, you took notice of the strange animal life that lived there, the birds a strange shape along with various other land and water dwelling creatures. The walk wasn’t too long as you had reached the incline towards the hill where you suspected Luke was.

As you began to trek up the hill, you could feel Rey’s nerves rising, “You doing alright?”

She snapped to you a bit too quickly, “Yeah.”

You raised an eyebrow expectedly at her.

She sighed, “That obvious? We’re about to meet the Luke Skywalker, the Jedi who finally defeated Darth Vader. How are you not excited?”

“I know this is going to raise more questions in your head but, the reason I’m not excited is because for one, I knew his father, Darth Vader before he turned to the dark side, and he was a fine man. On top of that, with respect to Luke, I can’t condone him just… abandoning his family and the galaxy when they needed him the most,” you explained. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate the guy or anything of the sort, just don’t agree with some of his choices.”

“You knew-“ she began with enthusiasm before she cleared her throat. “That’s a fair opinion.”

You didn’t realize it but as you were talking, you had managed to nearly get to the very top of the hill. As you took the last steps, you finally saw him. He had his back turned to the two of you and was at the edge of the cliff looking off into the water. After a few moments, he slowly turned to face the two of you, as if he knew you would be there all along. You made no motion to move or speak, knowing that Rey wanted to initiate, even though she didn’t verbally tell you that. Rey looked down at her belt, where Luke’s saber was clipped and removed it, walking forward and extending the saber out with her hand. You watched as you could see the familiarity shine through Luke’s eyes at his saber along with the excitement and nervousness you could feel from Rey. You almost thought the three of you would stand there forever until he finally grabbed the saber from her hands. After a few seconds of Luke looking at the saber in his hands, he suddenly flicked it and threw it behind him which shocked you and Rey. You didn’t even have time to react as he immediately began walking off. 

You and Rey shared a look of confusion before she turned to follow him, “Master Skywalker?”

The two of you followed him down the hill and around the mountain until you came up to a small village area with smaller creatures you had never seen before. You hadn’t paid much attention but there was a special feeling you had since you had come to the planet, as if it was much more than it seemed on the surface. A door was pulled shut in one of the buildings and you two understood that as Luke. 

“Master Skywalker?” Rey said hesitantly as she inched closer to the door. “I’m with the Resistance, your sister Leia sent me. We need your help.” After no response for a few moments, she tapped on the door with her staff, “Hello?”

“I don’t think he wants to speak with us,” you stated the obvious as you took a look around.

She sighed before she turned to look at you for a moment as she was in thought, “I’ll go retrieve the lightsaber.”

“Alright, I’ll head back to the ship and let Chewie know what’s going on,” you responded.

The two of you went your separate ways and after you had gotten to the ship, you explained what happened to Chewie and R2. It didn’t take much but Chewie had gotten right up, growling about how we’d see if Luke ignored us the whole time we were here, and set out towards the small town. You didn’t really mind as you knew they were old friends so you simply followed him, meeting back up with Rey who was still in front of Luke’s door, the saber in her hand as she contemplated how to knock.

“Chewie,” Rey said as she noticed the two of you approach.

He didn’t say much and simply walked up to the door and knocked on it.

“Go away,” you heard from inside.

“Wow, he actually got a response,” you mentioned.

With force, Chewie raised his leg and you knew what was about to happen. Next thing you knew, the door went flying off the hinges.

Chewie walked inside and began growling immediately towards Luke while he responded, “Chewie, what are you doing here?”

“He said you’re coming back with us,” Rey translated.

“How did you find me?” he furrowed his eyebrows.

“Long story. We’ll tell you on the Falcon.”

You internally sighed as you knew she might not have understood what that meant.

“Falcon?” Chewie’s head dropped while Rey finally understood. “Wait. Where’s Han?”

It was rather awkward and difficult but Rey recounted the story of what had happened to Han Solo, the group moving outside as Luke processed the information. He dropped to a sitting position as Rey’s words overtook him and you could sense the sadness within him, along with regret.

“There’s no light left in Kylo Ren,” Rey spoke with conciseness. “He’s only getting stronger. The First Order will control all major systems within weeks. We need your help. We need the Jedi Order back.” She took a step forward towards him, “We need Luke Skywalker.”

He looked at her knowingly, “You don’t need Luke Skywalker.”

Confusion burst within her, “Did you hear a word of what I just said?”

Incredulously, Luke responded, “You think what? I’m gonna walk out with a laser sword and face down the whole First Order?”

“It would at least be different than what you’ve been doing,” you commented.

He gave you a short look before standing and responding, “What did you think was going to happen here? You think that I came to the most unfindable place in the galaxy for no reason at all? Go away.” 

Rey was quick to respond as he turned and walked away, “I’m not leaving without you!”

The three of you shared a look and you spoke, “Rey, we might have to accept the fact that he’s given up, I think he has for a long time.”

“And if it was you? If you had given up, would you not have wanted someone to remind you that you could make a difference?” Rey asked you.

You thought for a moment before you smiled, “I would.” You rose and took a breath, “Alright, Chewie get back to the ship with R2 see if you can get a signal out to let the Resistance know our status.”

Chewie nodded and began heading towards the ship.

You looked at Rey, “Me and you? Let’s follow him around for the day, see what we see.”

Rey nodded with determination as the two of you began following where Luke had headed towards. As you walked up one of the many hills, you saw Luke up ahead and began to shadow him. He didn’t pay the two of you any mind as he kept walking, pausing at certain locations and continuing on. You eventually came upon a large creature that was laid onto the rocks near the shore. As you approached, Luke got ever closer and you noticed udders on the stomach area of the creature. Luke took out a bottle and began squeezing and milking the udders. It was quite the uncomfortable sight and you looked a bit to the side as he did so. The disgust and shock you felt next to you told you Rey was watching him do so as well. You looked back at the worst moment as he took the bottle to his lips and took a sip, a gooey liquid dripping down his lip into his beard. To say you had to fight a gag was an understatement as you took a deep breath and looked off to the distance. After that you kept walking once again until you reached another small peak and Luke threw his stuff down. You and Rey shared a look as he suddenly rushed forward and jumped! As you rushed forward, you realized there was an extremely long stick that stuck out from the bottom of the chasm where there was water waiting. 

He crossed the distance and hit the wall on the other side when Rey shouted, “Careful!”

He looked back with a knowing smirk on his face as he raised the stick. You looked down to see the bottom of it had sharp edges and realized it was most likely a spear. As he thrusted downwards, a rush of lightning suddenly struck the area and he pulled out the spear to reveal a fish! A storm was beginning to brew around you so Luke rushed back over and pulled the spear up to get the fish off. Afterwards, he threw it around his shoulders and began walking off once more as rain began to fall around you. The wind picked up rather quickly as well and you found yourself using your clothing to protect your eyes from the storm as you made way back to the small village. After getting back, he went back into his small house and shut the door behind him, leaving you and Rey to walk back towards the ship to hide out from the storm.

The next morning, you and Rey waited outside of Luke’s house once more to shadow him for the day. She played with the binary beacon that Leia had given her so that you could track where the Resistance was to meet back up with them and you wondered what was going through her head. After a while, the door finally opened and Luke came out. 

“You’re wasting your time,” he said, annoyed as he walked off. 

Neither you nor Rey said anything as you knew you wouldn’t be able to convince him with words, at least not yet. So, once more you began following him as you did the day before. Though, as you had just begun following him, Rey slowed down and even took a knee.

“Rey? What’s wrong?” you turned and asked.

She didn’t respond as she turned her head to look off in the distance on the far side of the island. You relaxed a bit as you came to understood she had just then felt the light presence on the island. You had felt a strange connection with the force ever since you had gotten to the planet and understood it as a place with deep connection with both the light and dark sides of the force. 

She stood and began walking towards it and after taking a breath, you began to follow. You didn’t turn, but you could tell Luke had stopped and turned to see the two of you walking away. As you got closer to the location, you made out a tree in the fog, strange looking as its branches came together like bricks to a building. You stayed silent and allowed Rey to fulfill her own curiosity as the two of you entered the tree. As you entered, you made out a small bookshelf in the center of the small space left inside of the tree, a few books resting with a faint glimmer of sunlight coming through the cracks of the branches. You could hear faint whispering and knew that the texts were likely written by those sensitive to the force. Rey had just begun reaching out for the books and nearly touched them before you heard a voice behind you.

“Who are you two?”

The two of you turned to see Luke at the front of where you entered.

“I know this place,” Rey responded, actually shocking you as well.

“Built a thousand generations ago to keep these,” he had walked forward and now taken one of the books off of the shelf. “The original Jedi texts.” He opened one of them and ran his hand across the page, “Just like me, they’re the last of the Jedi religion.” He turned suddenly, “You’ve seen this place. You’ve seen this island.”

Rey looked around as she began to put things together in her head, “Only in dreams.”

“Who are you?” Luke repeated once more.

“The Resistance sent us,” you commented. 

“They sent you, what makes the two of you special?” he pressed as he approached.

You looked off to the side as he got closer to Rey, “Where are you from?”

“Nowhere,” she replied simply. 

“No one’s from nowhere,” he retorted.

“Jakku,” she finally answered. 

“All right, that is pretty much nowhere. And you?” he directed towards you.

You sighed, “Not that you’d know, but Mortis.”

His eyes widened impossibly as he stared at you but he quickly covered his reaction and moved back to Rey, “Why-why are you here, Rey from nowhere?”

You caught on to his reaction and furrowed your eyebrows as you analyzed him, does he know about Mortis? Would that mean he knows...

“The Resistance sent us. We need your help. The First Order’s become unstoppable-”

“Why are you here?” he inched ever closer to her, trying to goad the information out of her.

There was a silence that overtook the room and you could feel Rey’s attempt to put her feelings into words, “Something inside me has always been there. But now it’s awake. And I’m afraid. I don’t know what it is, or what to do with it. And I need help.”

“You need a teacher,” Luke was quick to respond. “I can’t teach you,” he turned away from the two of you.

“Why not?” Rey was quick to respond. “I’ve seen your daily routine. You’re not busy.”

She had gotten in his face and he cooly responded, “I will never train another generation of Jedi.” He turned around to leave the tree, “I came to this island to die. It’s time for the Jedi to end.”

“Why?” both you and Rey said simultaneously. 

Rey looked at you for a moment before returning to Luke, “Leia sent us here with hope. If she was wrong, she deserves to know why. We all do.”

Without giving a response, Luke left.

Poe’s POV

We had just come back out of hyperspace after narrowly escaping the First Order back at Yavin-4. We managed to take out that dreadnought but... we lost so many. It was my fault. I knew it was but I also knew I couldn’t let it cloud my judgment or else I’d risk getting even more soldiers killed. I walked up to Leia intending to talk to her, but right when I got up to where she was, she slapped me.

“You’re demoted.”

“What? Wait!” I tried to stop her from walking away. “We took down a dreadnought.”

“At what cost?” she refuted. 

“You start an attack, you follow it through,” I reasoned. “Poe, get your head out of your cockpit,” I turned away. “There are things that you cannot solve by jumping in an x-wing and blowing something up!” I couldn’t argue with her, “I need you to learn that.”

“There were heroes on that mission,” I managed, stopping her before she walked away.

“Dead heroes. No leaders,” she responded before walking away.

“We’re really nowhere, how are Rey and Y/N gonna find us now?” Finn asked. The general pulled her shirt sleeve up slightly, “A cloaked binary beacon.”

“To light their way home,” Leia smiled at him.

I knew about the beacon because it was the first thing I asked Leia when I found out Y/N was going on the mission. I needed him to be able to find me, to find us so we could be together again. I’m gonna do everything I can to make sure this fleet stays safe for Y/N to get back.

Your POV

You were outside of Luke’s house with Rey while she slept, watching over her. You had wanted to make sure Rey was ok after the events of the day. Whether she liked it or not, she connected with the force just slightly more after her confession with Luke, not to mention the island was a natural conduit. You could tell she was having dreams akin to nightmares as her emotions swirled violently. You didn’t look into them as you weren’t so close with Rey you would do that without her permission. Though her dreams were cut short as Luke walked up to the two of you and Rey awakened.

“Tomorrow at dawn. Three lessons,” he turned to enter his house. “I will teach you the ways of the Jedi, and why they need to end.” Without further notice, he closed the door behind him.

You and Rey shared a look between yourselves before you shrugged and she set her lips tightly, the both of you preparing to sleep for the day ahead of you.

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Chapter Summary

The Millennium Falcon arrives on Kef Bir, the Ocean Moon of Endor; C-3P0 & R2-D2 witness the horrors of the bloodtroopers— Chancellor Hux’s Red Army— on Coruscant; Finn wanders Coruscant's sewers and encounters an unexpected ally...

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The streets of Coruscant were quiet. Too quiet, if C-3PO had anything to say about it. Even his optimum auditory sensors struggled to pick anything up in the aftermath of the Jedi Temple explosion. An explosion! And at their ages! Why, they’d barely escaped with their lives as that old temple collapsed around them. And now, walking through this desolate wasteland, they were like sitting ducks. Ripe for the picking by whichever band of brigands and rogues came their way. Who knows what dreadful things could happen to a droid then? Would they be stripped for parts? Or sent to the pits of Griq and used for target practice? Threepio shuddered at the thought. Next to him, R2-D2 beeped.  “I agree, Artoo," replied Threepio. "We might not survive this time.” He looked up as a shadow fell, blocking out what little light filtered down this low. An entire battalion of First Order ships came into view. They were really doomed now. Together, they watched as the transports descended through the morning mist, touching down a block ahead of them.  Immediately, an entire army of troopers flooded the street, their crimson armor marking them as bloodtroopers. Bloodtroopers! On the streets of Coruscant. Honestly, what was this planet coming to? After Captain Phasma's death during the destruction of the Supremacy , General Hux established a new, elite core of stormtroopers to facilitate the First Order's plague-like expansion throughout the galaxy. Entire planets wiped clean of inhabitants, stolen from their homes in the dead of the night. Villages, towns, cities, all left empty, no sign of so much as a struggle. The bloodtroopers were animals, beasts, as evidenced by the way they set to work dragging beings from their homes, scared children separated from parents, any resistance dealt with swiftly. No mercy.  Their ruthless effectiveness of Hux's Red Army earned him his Chancellorship on Coruscant, and with General Parnadee's fanatical recruitment and conscription drive, there were even rumors they'd be phasing out the regulation stormtroopers within months. If the small group of white-armored stormtroopers that hovered on the edge of the scene looking at each other in horrified silence were any indication, there was some truth to those rumors. “I can’t watch. How horrible!” cried Threepio, covering his photoreceptors with one hand as they threatened a tiny Chadra-Fan girl with a blaster to the belly, her screams overwhelming his auditory sensors. “Tell me when it’s over, Artoo.” The citizens were herded into prison transports, wails echoing through the street as they reached through the bars, hands scrabbling for anything to hold on to. But there was no one left to help, the entire settlement having been cleared in mere minutes.  As quickly as they had arrived, they were gone again, the screams following their progress through the city. Threepio looked at the once again empty streets, no evidence remaining of what had happened here. How many neighborhoods had suffered the same fate, the rest of the galaxy none the wiser? Artoo gave a melancholy beep. “You’re right," murmured Threepio morosely. "We’ll never find Master Finn, now.”

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