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Ooh I forgot about this little gem!

Callum; Out Of The Basement

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TW for creepy whumper, knife play (of a sort), threat of death, catatonic-like state, restraints.  Stay safe.

Callum was dazed. He had forgotten the last time that he moved. He knew that he had had red days. He knew that he had had a white day. He didn’t know how many other days there had been. Or what they had been. He didn’t know anything anymore. His arm still hurt from the break and it hadn’t been given enough time to heal properly in its makeshift splint before Master Hayden had forced more atonement upon him. Before his hands had been cuffed behind his back again.

There had been intervals that he was just about aware of when water had been tipped down his throat. When his throat had worked of its own accord to swallow and not choke too much. Every so often a lumpy mash of some sort of food would appear in a dish near to him. He couldn’t remember if he’d eaten it or not anymore. He didn’t feel hungry. But then again he didn’t feel much at all.

He hadn’t managed to crawl across the floor to get to his teddy.

He hadn’t managed to move to relieve himself. He just wet where he was lying. He only really realised what it was because it was slightly warmer than the air around him. His lips were moving on his apologies almost constantly. Muttering it over and over and over.

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[valkyrieromanoff]

Bad ideia right?: master!anakin x padawan!reader

synopsis: Sharing a room with your master didn’t seem like a bad idea, right? But when Anakin steps out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel hanging on his hips, things quickly spiral into uncharted territory. As the tension between you thickens and lines between duty and desire blur, you’re left questioning whether this might have been a very bad idea after all.

warning: master x padawan trope (sorry, power imbalance), inexperienced reader, dominant Anakin, handjob, practically only smut, almost no plot.

words: 1.8k

a/n: So... this idea came to my mind randomly with an edit of some character by Hayden Christensen, and, since I'm obsessed with Anakin, obviously, he was the chosen one. Anyway, I hope you like it, and thanks for the comments on James Kelly's oneshot, I'm working on a sequel. Kisses💖

𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏' 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕?

𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏' 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒆

Sharing a room with your master hadn't seemed like a bad idea earlier in the night. After all, just hours ago, the two of you were shivering outside the small hotel, waiting for the Council to deliberate on whether it was even possible to send a rescue. The cold had bit through your robes, and with the Council's decision delayed, the promise of warmth had seemed worth the minor inconvenience.

Anakin, somehow, had managed to scrounge up a few credits, not enough for separate quarters but just enough to rent a single room. The thought of sharing didn’t raise any concerns, even though there was only one bed. It wasn’t all that different from the countless nights spent camping during missions, except that Master Kenobi or Rex usually are close by.

But now, sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped only in a loose shirt that barely skimmed your thighs, you were beginning to rethink that assumption. Your Jedi robes were draped neatly over a chair in the corner. You hadn’t packed any extra clothes, not imagining you'd need them, and as you sat there, nerves started to flutter in your chest.

The sound of the bathroom door creaking open pulled you from your thoughts, and your heart stuttered in your chest. Anakin stepped out, a wave of warm, humid air spilling into the room with him. His sandy, wavy hair was damp, droplets of water trailing lazily down his bare chest, across the defined muscles of his abdomen. Your eyes followed one particular droplet as it slid down his abs before disappearing into the white towel wrapped low around his waist.

Suddenly, sharing a room didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore.

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your gaze away. Anakin, always so sure of himself, caught your stare and flashed you a confident grin —one that was all too knowing. There was a flicker of something playful in his eyes, a dangerous spark that sent your pulse racing. He shook his head lightly, sending more water droplets flying, and the gesture felt so casual, so effortless, yet it left you completely unraveled.

"You like what you see?" Anakin’s voice was low, teasing, as he raised a brow in amusement. His tone, laced with flirtation, made your skin heat despite the chill that lingered in the air.

Your mind screamed at you to look away, to remember the boundaries between master and padawan, but your body betrayed you, rooted in place by the tension that now filled the small room.

For a split second, you saw hesitation in his eyes —just a flicker, like maybe even he knew he was crossing a line. But then, as if driven by some reckless need to push further, to test the limits, the towel slipped. It fell silently to the floor, landing in a small patch of undried paint that clung to the fabric.

Your breath hitched. The tension in the air thickened, the room suddenly feeling far too small, too intimate. Anakin stood there, unabashed, watching your reaction with that same infuriatingly smug look. Yet beneath that confidence, you could sense something else simmering —an unspoken desire, a question hanging in the air between you.

This definitely wasn’t a good idea anymore.

Your eyes widened, a sharp jolt of surprise and confusion surging through you. Never—not in your wildest dreams—had you imagined being in a situation like this. Anakin, your master, standing before you so naked in his glory. It felt surreal, as if reality had warped around you in that instant.

Instinctively, your gaze dropped lower before you could stop yourself, a glimpse of his half-hard cock. The realization hit you like a lightning bolt, and the heat flooding your face was immediate. A fiery blush crept up your cheeks, burning hot with a mix of shock and embarrassment.

Your hands flew to your face, palms pressing over your eyes as if you could erase the image, your heart hammering in your chest. "Force, what is happening?" you thought, breath catching in your throat. Your mind was a mess, struggling to reconcile the absurdity of the moment with the unwavering discipline you'd spent years mastering.

Behind your hands, you heard Anakin chuckle softly, his amusement only making the situation feel even more unreal. And still, beneath the embarrassment, there was something else stirring —something dangerous, something you weren’t ready to acknowledge.

“It’s okay, padawan. You can look.” he whispered, his voice soft. He wanted you to know that you could trust him, that you didn't need to feel ashamed or shy, he was your master after all.

You didn’t move. This isn’t right. It’s not the Jedi way, you reminded yourself, mentally reciting the Jedi Code you’d been trained to memorize, the one you’d sworn never to break. The words echoed in your mind like a lifeline, an anchor to the discipline you’d spent years being taught. But as the silence stretched between you, another part of you —one far more rebellious, one undeniably influenced by your master— began to stir. It grew louder, more insistent, gnawing at the edges of your resolve.

Anakin was waiting. You didn’t need to see him to know it. He was smiling—delighting in your hesitation, in the battle waging inside you. You could feel it, the way he reveled in your inner conflict, the tension thickening the air like an invisible thread pulling you toward him.

Your breath caught in your throat as you slowly lowered your hands from your face, fingers trembling just slightly. Your cheeks were still flushed, the heat of embarrassment lingering, but something else was there now too. Something that made your heart race, not out of shame but out of curiosity —of temptation.

Your eyelids fluttered shyly, hesitant, before you finally dared to meet his gaze. The moment your eyes locked with his, the smirk on his face widened ever so slightly, his confidence unshaken, even amused. He knew. He could see the crack in your defenses, the sliver of doubt that had taken root in your mind.

And the worst part? A part of you didn’t want to stop it.

“This is for you,” Anakin said, holding his hardened cock with his flesh hand, his voice low and husky, each word dripping with unspoken desire. There was a tension in his tone, thick and electric, the kind that made the air between you feel charged. His gaze was locked on yours, darkened with the intensity of his emotions, and you could feel the weight of it —how deeply you affected him, how you turned him on.

He wanted you to know. To feel the way the mere sight of your flushed face stirred something primal within him, something dangerous and raw. It was as if a storm had begun to brew in his chest, the pull of his desire rising like a tide, ready to drown both of you. The restraint he usually held was crumbling, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, and the way his breath hitched, just slightly, told you that it was taking everything he had to hold it back.

And yet, he didn’t. His words, his gaze—they were a confession in themselves. This was all for you.

The intensity of Anakin's gaze left you breathless, your body trembling in anticipation. You could feel your own arousal building, the heat between your legs growing more insistent with each passing second.

He waited for your response, his eyes never leaving yours, as if daring you to take what he offered. Your hand trembled slightly as it reached out to meet him, your fingers brushing against his hardened length.

He let out a soft groan, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. The sound felt a shiver down your spine, the power you held over him a heady intoxication. You wrapped your hand around him, feeling the heat radiating from his cock, the veins that pulsed beneath your touch.

He watched you, your hands tentatively exploring him, your eyes wide and curious. He loved the way you looked, the way you felt. He wanted to teach you everything, to show you how to please him, how to make him feel good.

Anakin's fingers intertwined with yours, his hand covering yours as he showed you the rhythm he preferred. "Like this, Padawan," he whispered, his voice a soothing murmur against your ear. "Gentle, but firm."

You followed his lead, your hands moving in unison, your strokes slow and deliberate. Anakin's breath hitched, his eyes fluttering closed as you began to find your rhythm.

"It's different," you admitted shyly, your fingers still slightly clumsy around his hardened cock. You bit your lower lip, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Am I doin’ right?" you asked nervously, your gaze meeting his.

Anakin's lips curved into a smile, the warmth in his eyes unmistakable. "Yes, padawan, you're doing just fine," he reassured you, his voice thick with desire. "Just like that.

You continued to stroke him, your movements more confident now. Anakin's body began to tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “faster” he whispered, his voice urgent.

He could feel his orgasm building, could feel his body tensing. Anakin watched you, your eyes wide and trusting, your hands moving faster, your fingers slick with his pre-cum. He loved the way you looked, the way you felt. He loved the way you made him feel.

"Oh, Padawan," he moaned, his voice a low, guttural sound. "I'm going to come."

With a shuddering breath, he did,  his orgasm hitting him like a freight train.  He came in your hand, his seed spilling hot and thick over your fingers, his body shuddering as the waves of pleasure washed over him.

Anakin leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead as his release ebbed away. “Good girl, padawan” he whispered, his breathing gradually returning to normal. “You did so good.” he said, his voice soft.

You stood there, bathed in the lingering warmth of the moment, your eyes flickering to your hands. Your fingers were coated in the thick, milky substance of his release. "It's sticky," you murmured, your voice tinged with innocent curiosity as you stared at your fingers. You shyly pulled them away, a thin line of cum stretching between two delicate fingers.

Anakin watched you, his eyes dark with desire and a hint of mischief. "Let me help you with that," he said, his voice low and husky. He reached out, gently taking your hand in his. "It's only fair that you clean it up, Padawan."

You looked up at him, your eyes wide with surprise. "Clean it?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Anakin nodded, his thumb brushing against your fingers, smearing the cum slightly. "With your mouth," he suggested, his gauze locked onto yours. "It's only fitting, don't you think?"

You hesitated for a moment, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. But the thought of tasting him, of pleasing him in this intimate way, feels a shiver of anticipation down your spine. 

Slowly, you brought your fingers to your mouth, your tongue darting out to lick the sticky substance from your skin. Anakin's breath hitched as he watched you, his eyes never leaving yours.

“You did so good, padawan. I'm so proud of you.” he whispered, his voice soft. 

[rosepetals1]

Holiday Shopping

Book: Perfect Match

Pairing: Hayden Young x F!MC (Arielle Park)

Word Count: ~690

Rating: General

Tagging: @choicesholidays: "I'm so thankful for you." @choicesflashfics Holiday Prompts: "Look, there's mistletoe. We have to kiss, it's the law." @choicesficwriterscreations: Holiday Event

Summary: Arielle & Hayden go shopping for Christmas décor as they get ready to celebrate their first holiday together.

Arielle stood in the aisle, squinting at the snowglobe she was holding in her hands, turning it around and inspecting it as if it were an otherworldly object.

"Hmm, not sure about this one. Hey, Hayden, what do you think?"

She turned to the man beside her and held up the snowglobe to offer him a view. Hayden put down the nutcracker he was looking at, and took the snowglobe from Arielle, chuckling as he did so.

"I'm pretty sure this is the seventh snowglobe you've shown me since we came in here. Have you even looked at anything else?"

Arielle crossed her arms defensively. "Of course I have!"

"Like…?"

"Like…" she paused, finding herself at a loss.

"A lot of things, okay? You just didn't see. Now, please tell me if you think this snowglobe is cute enough to be in our living room or not."

Hayden shook his head in amusement, then gently plucked it from her hands, and placed it into their shopping cart.

"I think it's perfect. Now, come on, let's move on from the snowglobes before you give yourself an aneurysm, alright?" He teased, lightly bumping her shoulder with his.

She sighed, "Alright. Fine. I just… want everything to look splendid, you know? After all, this will be our first official Christmas together."

"And I am very much looking forward to it," he leaned over and planted a loving kiss to her lips. "You have nothing to worry about, believe me. With all the goodies we got already, our place is gonna look like the very definition of Christmas!"

Hayden suddenly paused, a thoughtful look gracing his features. "Although, I guess technically this is going to be my first Christmas in general, considering…" He trailed off, his expression slightly falling.

Arielle immediately knew what he was talking about.

"Honey, come on, let's try not to think about that. The important thing is that I'm going to be with you, we're going to be together, and so will all of our friends too. That's what really matters."

Hayden was silent for a moment, then he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry for being such a downer. The most important thing is the here and now."

Arielle nodded. "Exactly. So, right now, let's continue looking for that giant nutcracker you kept pestering me about. Even though I still think it's going to look weird next to the Christmas tree."

"Hey! I'll have you know, I'm the master decorator! I know what I'm doing, thank you very much."

She laughed. "I'm sure you do. Now, come on, let's keep looking."

As they walked throughout the store,  they picked up various decorations along the way, slowly filling their cart to the brim with Christmas adornments. They continued searching the aisles until they finally found the aforementioned nutcracker, which Hayden effortlessly picked up and placed onto their cart.

"..And, that should be all! I think we've gotten everything on the list." Hayden grinned as he looked down at the nearly bursting cart.

"You sure about that, honey? Because I think we're missing something very important." Arielle purred, suddenly holding up a mistletoe.

Hayden raised a brow. "Oh, yeah? I wasn't aware that was on the list. Not that I'm complaining."

She simply smiled at him, then raised it above her head, and feigned a look of surprise. "Look, there’s mistletoe! We have to kiss, it’s the law."

He laughed. "Oh, it's the law now, is it?"

"Yes, it is. Now, come over here, handsome." She beckoned him with a finger.

"As you wish, my lady."

He wiggled his eyebrows as he walked towards her, grabbing her by the hips, and pulling her close. Their lips crashed together passionately as soon as their bodies collided.

Arielle responded immediately, wrapping her arms around his neck as she deepened the kiss. Once they broke apart, they pressed their foreheads together and softly gazed into each other's eyes.

Hayden smiled, "I'm so thankful for you."

She smiled back at him, and gave him one last kiss. "I feel the same way. I love you, Hayden."

"And I love you, Arielle. More than anything."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[dreaminghour]

Hayden/Ewan RPF - Learning something new

Event: @domaystic Fandom: Star Wars RPF Rating: Teen and Up Prompt: 05 Learning something new Ship: Hayden/Ewan Disclaimer: References to real people are used fictitiously. Do not share this with them! Context: Present day. Ewan is visiting Hayden on his farm. You don’t necessarily need to read all of the ficlets in this timeline to understand this. You can find them here on my blog for more/better context though. Words: 1,468

When Ewan wakes again, he can hear the water running in the master bathroom. It isn't loud and he'd still be asleep if he hadn't been up all night and then on a very long call with his agent.

He dozes for another moment, hearing the tell-tale sounds from the kitchen that Hayden is cooking. He hurries to shower off the gunk from sleeping all day and help with dinner preparation. It isn't because he minds Hayden's cooking — he's been spoiled by it for over a week now and he'd enjoy playing sous-chef for Hayden a while longer — but because he wants to repay the kindness somehow. He imagines Hayden coming to visit Ewan in California, staying for a week (or more) but all he conjures instead is Hayden's new place in Altadena which he's mostly only seen in pictures.

When he gets downstairs, he finds Hayden standing by the counter, cleaning up pots while two dishes of food sit cooling on the counter. He's wearing fresh clothes and his hair is still wet, curling into his collar, so that scent of lanolin and hay is gone. Ewan hadn't even realized he'd been expecting it.

"Sorry, I'm not too late am I?" Ewan asks.

"Oh!" Hayden looks fairly spooked as he turns around, his face slightly pink. "Wasn't sure if you'd emerge in time."

"You've cooked twice for me today, I don't think it's fair of me to not say a proper thanks."

"You haven't said thank you yet," Hayden points out with a smirk.

"True," Ewan says, sticking his hands in his pockets and nodding. "Thank you. Lunch was delicious."

"This will be too," Hayden says, gesturing to the plates. "Pick a seat, I'll join you when I'm done here."

"Why don't you let me do that," Ewan says, crowding close. "You've already cooked, least I can do."

Hayden shakes his head but doesn't argue, bringing the plates to the dining room table. When Ewan joins him, Hayden puts his phone away, apparently having waited for Ewan; the food is almost too cool but with two hungry men it disappears quickly. Ewan mops up the rest of the sauce with some bread and something about it makes Hayden smile to see, even though he himself was just doing the same.

"So," Ewan says, "I read it. Did you want to hear anything in particular about it?"

"I guess…" Hayden lays his silverware carefully across the plate. "Was there anything in particular that stuck out to you?"

"I love the way you've described the landscape," Ewan begins, "there's a sort of reverence that really is apparent."

"Yeah, that's this area," Hayden says, smiling somewhat shyly, only glancing up at Ewan again before he crosses his arms. His face is that light pink color again.

"And I really think you did capture something universal about grieving a relationship… And without villainizing the ex. She was…" Ewan laughed. "I think I would have gotten on with her; she rides a motorcycle and likes Led Zeppelin, she's a city-girl after my own heart."

"That's not—" Hayden snaps his teeth together and his face darkens in color, his brow going stormy in that rare way. "I didn't mean anything by that. I was… I wanted her to not be like Rachel."

"I didn't mean anything," Ewan replies quickly, "it's just a passing parallel that amused me. She's not like Rachel, not too much, though I always liked Rachel too."

"I have to admit," Hayden says after a drawn out moment, "I was worrying as I was rereading last night that there was something… I don't know, some unintentional thing I was doing… I know we haven't been the closest over the last twenty years."

"There's many relationships you can mourn," Ewan says after another long moment, his way of agreeing. He continues to stare at the smears of sauce still on his plate, focuses on the low music from the radio in the background all but drowned out by the pouring rain.

"I'm just worried it's confusing things for Mac, like for his story arc, I mean."

"I thought it was alright," Ewan says. "Though I did wonder…"

When Ewan looks up again, Hayden quickly drops his gaze back to his own plate, still slumped in his chair, still with his arms crossed. It feels protective and Ewan's heart is beating a little faster but he has been wondering — for days now. Maybe it isn't his place to ask, but…

"Why isn't Mac seeing anyone new?" Ewan asks.

Hayden does look up at Ewan again at that, parting his lips but not speaking.

"Or is he?" Ewan asks. "He doesn't mention anyone and he seems very alone, despite the scene you wrote where he goes to that workshop and how he relates to the local bar…"

"He's not," Hayden says as he reaches out to adjust the plate again. "You know it's funny…"

All at once, Hayden seems to relax, his shoulders drop, he sits up and leans forward a little, and Ewan, who sits just around the corner at the table, can't help but echo the gesture, bringing them closer together.

"It used to bother me a lot what people said about me, that I was quiet and sensitive, that I didn't like to go out. Not because it wasn't true, but because they drew conclusions about me based on that. I thought, when I fell in love with Rachel, that it wasn't true, that I'm not—" He swallows hard. "That I'm straight, but it bothered me because I know those things aren't related. Being straight doesn't mean you like to go out to clubs, being not doesn't mean you like to stay in and read books."

Ewan sits very still, feeling as though he is watching a rare butterfly settle on a blade of grass, easily startled. He doesn't really think it's funny.

"It bothers me because if I ever said anything, there would be people who'll be so smug about it, and I don't really let them get to me, but it still gets to me, you know?"

When he looks up he's no longer pink, but there's a touch of red to his eye, his eyes look watery.

"I do," Ewan says quietly, because at some point he decided labels were for other people to better box you in and he doesn't give a shit what people think. It's a luxury though; he knows he isn't sensitive like Hayden, not exactly.

"Mac isn't seeing anyone because if I wrote about his desire, beyond how he still has echoes of desire for Evelyn, I'd have to put more things on the page about myself than I already have. And I don't want it to change what the book is about, I think it would be distracting. I don't think… I might still never publish it because it would have my name on the cover and it won't stop being about me and Rachel…"

He trails off.

"You can't help what other people think," Ewan says. "Closing yourself off from certain things because of how it might make others perceive you is no way to live."

"I know that," Hayden replies, sounding only slightly peeved. "I built my whole life here without a care for any of that."

"And yet," prompts Ewan.

"And yet," agrees Hayden.

"I know I probably seem like a hypocrite, telling you not to hide things, not to omit things from your story, when I came out here to hide."

Hayden smiles in that guileless way of his. "Did you now?" he asks without really asking.

"I don't think I ever told you how much I appreciate how steady you are."

"I think I got the idea," Hayden says, scrunching his nose a little as he grins.

"No, I mean. I think I forgot as well, after we saw less of one another. But after that press tour and that night I just wasn't—" He chokes, not really wanting to repeat any of it aloud, hoping he can just… let it lie since Hayden already knows.

And Hayden does, he reaches across the narrow distance between them and grasps Ewan's wrist. He strokes his thumb across the sleeve of Ewan's shirt. When Ewan looks at him, Hayden gives a nod and a watery smile. Ewan is surprised when he brushes fingers across his own eyes and finds tears waiting.

"I'm glad I could come here, to you," Ewan says.

"Of course," Hayden replies emphatically, giving Ewan's wrist a squeeze. "I didn't know you thought I was steady, I felt like such a kid back then."

"Well, I mean, you needed to grow into it." Ewan feels heat where Hayden is still touching him. It spreads in tingling waves across his skin. He smiles. "It suits you."

~~~

One more part and then this will be uploaded to my AO3! I'm hoping to write more with these two once this wraps up. I'm so grateful to everyone who has followed along. I really loved writing this.

[anakinskywalkerog]

My Very Soul (Chapter 2)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

Link to Chapter 1

Warnings: beginnings of some puppy love

Summary: You, a youngling at the Temple, enter a new stage in your journey to becoming a Jedi [reminder—this is an AU where Padme doesn't exist]. p.s. I'm starting when they're young bc I want the romance to have more stakes, obvs. Also, puppy Hayden 🥺

Word Count: 4.1k

"Concentrate, you must," you heard Master Yoda instruct, as if from a distance. You sat in the meditation chambers, deep in thought, or, perhaps, deep in the process of trying to escape thought. Meditation had always come naturally to you, but this made the process of contemplating the currents of life all the more complex. You had to mind the others, their presences reaching out beside you. You had to make sure not to lose control of your body or your abilities while you explored the deep and mysterious trenches of the Force.

         "Clear your minds," Master Yoda's voice continued, and you allowed these thoughts to slip away from you, like flower petals falling from a stem in the wind. You cleared your body, your legs, your arms, moving up into your head. You allowed yourself patience. A woman's face swam into your vision, a face you'd seen meditating before in the past, and you allowed this face to pass through your consciousness. You had a hunch what it might mean, that the face of this specific Jedi Knight floated into your brain so often. Still, meditation was not the time for puzzling, or trying to extract meaning. You were meant to let the thoughts come and go. You felt the hum of the Force, the buzzing around you, and, quickly, gently, you reached your hand up.

         "Hey—" Dallum said, your fingers pinching his hand where he had left it, about to flick you behind the ear.

         "Younglings," Master Yoda said, and Dallum quickly sat back down, pretending nothing had happened. You smiled, your eyes still closed. You knew Master Yoda was aware of everything happening in this room, and you felt his amusement combine in the Force with your own. The stronger you grew in your power, in the Force, the less Dallum was able to get under your skin.

         "Younglings," Master Yoda repeated, and you opened your eyes, watching the old Jedi pacing the room with his cane.

         "Mind the living Force, you should, when you meditate," Master Yoda said, looking directly at you. "Keep your mind open, you must. Allow your thoughts," he continued, looking to Dallum, to Yumi, and to Leve, your newest classmate, "to manifest as they choose. Shape them, inform them, do not."

         "Yes, Master" you all said together, nodding to him.

         "Very good," Master Yoda entuned, with a small smile. Master Yoda was different than the other Jedi instructors. He never got angry, nor impatient. He never needed to command respect, he simply earned it. He had a gift with young minds—this much was clear to you. "This afternoon, report to the upper eastern deck, you will," Yoda told the younglings, and you all looked at each other. The upper training decks were usually reserved for Padawans, and those more advanced in their training.

         "Yes, Master," you all repeated, and you stood, bowing to Master Yoda.

         "Go, you may," the Master Jedi said, and you all quietly left the meditation chamber.

         "I wonder why we are going to do training up there?" Yumi asked, looking around at the lot of you.

         "Maybe Dal is going to be chosen as a Padawan," Seeva said innocently, looking up at Dallum. "I heard sometimes the Masters like to come and watch training before they meditate on their decisions."

         "That didn't happen with Henry, though," Eha pointed out. It had been almost three years since Henry had been chosen, and left the group to join Master Faer as his Padawan. You wouldn't admit it aloud, not even to Eha, but you missed him terribly. You knew others in the group felt the same.

         "Master Faer already knew he wanted to take Henry on as his Padawan, though" you interjected.

         "I bet the Knights coming to watch us are all fighting to take me on," Dallum said, his cocky voice not letting on any of the true emotion you felt inside him, through the Force. "They all want the strongest of us." You felt the ripple in Dallum's presence—his fear, his insecurity. You sighed. You knew Dallum was of Padawan age, and you knew if he wasn't chosen soon, he would likely be relegated to a different Temple job. Those younglings sent to Agri-Corps or the like still were often chosen as Padawans when they grew older, you knew—but you imagined it would feel like a failure, to Dallum, to perform that kind of menial labor.

         "If they want the strongest, they wouldn't choose you," Eha quipped, and Dallum's face soured.

         "You know, Eha, I'll miss you when I leave," Dallum replied, taking Eha's hand in his. She quickly pulled hers away. "When I'm out in the real world, risking my life for the sake of the Republic, I'll be thinking of you. It'd be easier, you know," he continued, leaning toward her clumsily, "if I had one last kiss." Eha dodged Dallum's face with ease, using the Force to push his foot off balance, causing him to fall forward, his lips falling into nothing. The group laughed.

         "You'll come around," Dallum said, regaining his balance, grinning at her. Eha rolled her eyes. The group of you turned the corner as you headed to the gardens, where you usually spent your break. As you entered the courtyard, your eyes fell upon a boy. Though he was taller, his hair shorter, and his skin darkened from the sun, you recognized him immediately. He turned around.

         "Y/N?" he asked, his voice slightly deeper than the last time you'd met, three years ago. You felt a tremor in the Force. You nodded. "Anakin," he said, reminding you, pointing to himself.

         "I remember," you told him, walking up to where he stood, amidst the huge leaves and colorful flora of the garden. Though you hadn't seen him in years, you had remembered this boy for the intensity of his Force presence, the striking nature of his emotional landscape. You'd kept an eye out for him after you'd met, and you'd thought you'd seen him once in passing, but the Temple was very large, and Padawans like him were often out on assignment. Walking up to him now, you saw that he was at least 6-8 inches taller than he was the last time you'd seen him, and lankier. Though still a boy, he was already showing the signs of a teenager in his arms and his height. For some reason, looking into his blue eyes overwhelmed you, if only for a second.

         "You've grown," you told him, casting around for something to say. He smiled down at you, pushing his Padawan braid behind his shoulder.

         "So have you," he said, looking you in the eye, and you felt the same life-force behind his voice you remembered, that sincerity, that sense that he was speaking from his very soul. "Grown more beautiful, I mean." He glanced around at your classmates, suddenly looking flustered. "I mean, for a Jedi—" he continued, his face flushed. The younglings giggled, and you felt your own face growing hot.

         "So this is the Padawan they've been talking about," Dallum said scathingly, looking Anakin up and down. "The Chosen, or some garbage."

         "Those are just rumors," Anakin said, his blush turning to irritation as he looked Dallum in the face.

         "I thought you'd be older. And well," Dallum said, a mocking laugh escaping his lips, "I thought there'd be a bit more of you."

         "Don't be an asshole, Dal," Eha chided. Dallum and Anakin stood, face to face, looking each other head on. Anakin was taller, but Dallum had a thicker build.

         "How do you know Y/N?" Seeva asked, looking up at Anakin with wonder.

         "We met, once," Anakin said. "When I was just a boy." Anakin turned back to you, craning his neck as if to appear taller, grinning.

         "If you haven’t noticed, you're still a boy," you told him, raising your eyebrows.

         "Not for long," Anakin replied. The intensity with which he looked at you made you squirm. You couldn't pinpoint why. You felt the need to deflect.

         "That's good news, I suppose. Some maturing might help you catch up," you said sarcastically, smirking. "In wit, at least." The group laughed, and Anakin flushed again, his cheeks a dark pink. You could feel a temper in him, rising through the Force, but it wasn't anger that plagued him now. It was a feeling you couldn't define.

         "Whatever you say, youngling," Anakin replied, emphasizing the last word. This time it was you who flushed. How you wished you could take on this cocky Padawan in combat—how you wished you could put him in his place.

         "Well," Anakin said causally, "I've got places to be. Important missions to be debriefed on, you know." You glared up at him, trying to hold your curiosity at bay. You felt competitive, you felt irritated, you felt—you didn't understand the feeling rising in your torso. It was a feeling you'd never felt before.

         "Off you go, then," you said, just as casually, using your hand to gesture him to leave. He didn't.

         "I—I'll be seeing you," Anakin said, the confident filter over his voice faltering, looking at you with uncertainty. You looked back, but said nothing. He waited a moment, before shaking his head, and you stood, watching him turning to walk away.

"She didn't even recognize me, Master," Anakin said, laying on the floor of the meditation room, staring up in the direction of Obi-Wan Kenobi, who sat on the meditation ottoman, his legs folded, his eyes closed. "She's been in my dreams, her face in my meditations every day—at least, almost every day—for the past three years, and she barely even—"

         "Be mindful of your thoughts, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, his eyes still closed. "They betray you."

         "I am being mindful," Anakin countered, frustrated. "You didn't see the look on her face. She looked me over, and just—it was like I was an unwelcome presence." Obi-Wan sighed, opening his eyes. Meditating was not Anakin's strong suit, and trying to do so in his presence was sometimes a losing battle.

         "Search your feelings, Anakin," Obi-Wan said calmly, his role of mentor taking him over, pushing away his feelings of annoyance. "What is it that truly bothers you? Do you feel you are missing a sense of comradery with the others who grew up in the Temple?" Obi-Wan could admit that Anakin's training had thus far been out of the ordinary. Taking on a Padawan at a time like this—when the Republic seemed to be slowly cracking, like a dam with streams of water escaping—meant that he and Anakin had often been out on assignment, and not back at the Temple, training with others Anakin's age. Obi-Wan wondered if this lack of companionship was hurting his Padawan, making him feel like an outsider. Anakin shook his head.

         "No, that isn't it," Anakin said, frustrated. He knew his Master didn't understand. He himself didn't fully understand—this girl, who had plagued his thoughts for so long, who had called him by the name only used by his mother and his friends on Tatooine. He felt a pang when he thought of them. How he had craned his neck, looking through the hallways each time he and Obi-Wan had returned to the Temple, hoping to catch a glimpse of you in the mess hall, but for whatever reason, you never appeared. He had even wondered if he had imagined you—if you truly had been an angel, visiting him on that day that he had felt so empty, beginning his new life without Master Qui-Gon's comforting presence. When he had seen you again today—he couldn't understand the feeling. It was as if you could see through him, as if you could read everything inside him like a book. He'd never before felt that way about a person. And how you had grown since the last time he'd seen you—the feeling he catalogued inside him was unfamiliar, originating in his middle, churning to get out.

         "Maybe some more time at the Temple would do us both some good," Obi-Wan said thoughtfully. "Training without the pressures of real-world negotiations..." Obi-Wan stood up. "If you can behave yourself, of course." Anakin seemed lost in thought. Obi-Wan laughed. The pathetic life form that had been the small boy he'd picked up on Tatooine had become more of a liability than he could have ever dreamed—but somehow, he wouldn't have it any other way. He felt now he needed the young presence beside him just as much as Anakin needed him.

         "Come along, Anakin," Obi-Wan said, and Anakin looked up, his eyes still a mess of adolescent confusion. "I have an idea for how we can spend our afternoon."

You waited with the rest of the younglings outside the balcony on the upper eastern side of the Temple, as instructed. You couldn't think why you would be called to do combat training here, unless Seeva was right—perhaps Dallum was being considered to become someone's Padawan. You wouldn't be sorry for him to leave the class, you thought, even though his irksome nature did provide comic relief at times. You sensed his feelings now, as he stood next to you, tension rolling off of his Force presence. You could feel his insecurity, and you felt for him—how difficult it might be, for someone as trigger happy as Dallum, if he were to be assigned to a service job. You could admit that wasn't where he belonged—he was meant for combat, even if his emotions often got in the way of strategy. You felt his anxiety humming beside you, and you tried to push your Force presence out of yourself, tried to communicate a feeling of calm to him.

         "Get out of my head, worm," Dallum hissed, pushing you back against the wall. You dropped your reach through the Force, shoving him off of you. Well, I tried, you thought.

         "Younglings," you heard Master Yoda command, "enter, you may." Your class straightened, entering the opening doors to the balcony single file, arranging yourselves in a line facing Master Yoda and two others. The first was Master Plo Koon, you recognized, and the second was Master Yuma Ohno. You all bowed in front of your superiors, you stifling your surprise at seeing the face of Master Yuma up close—the face that had haunted your meditations for months.

         "Space out, young ones, and we will go through the variations together," Master Plo Koon instructed, and you all did as you were told, quietly and respectfully. You felt tension and nerves in the room, not just from Dallum, as you all were guided through the positions with your sabers. You kept your posture straight, trying to perform well under the watchful eye of these Master Jedi.

         "Sorry to disturb," you heard an affable voice say behind you, and you sensed the presence before you turned to look along with the rest of the class. Walking onto the deck was Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, followed closely by his Padawan. You flushed. What was he doing here?

         "I wondered if my Padawan might be allowed to join in this afternoon's training," Obi-Wan said courteously, looking to Master Yoda.

         "Join, young Skywalker may," Master Yoda said, giving Obi-Wan an interested look. Anakin smiled, his stance looking self-assured as he glanced in your direction. You kept your face neutral, though you started to feel a sense of pressure at having such a large audience for your afternoon training session. You sensed the others feeling this tension as well. Dallum was sweating, and Eha was standing so straight she looked as if she might have grown right there in that spot.  

         "Young ones, follow my lead," Master Plo said, continuing his movements, and Anakin joined in as you all moved your sabers through the variations. You tried hard to focus, but the more you breathed in through the Force, the more you felt the strong, overbearing presence behind you, as if he were watching your every move.

         "Very good," Master Plo praised, as you all clicked your sabers off, stowing them in your belts. Master Yoda hobbled over, his cane clicking as it hit the ground.

         "Commence our usual combat practice, we will," Master Yoda said, his voice calming, giving you a grounded feeling. "Show Masters Plo, Yuma, and Obi-Wan your progress, you must."

         "Yes, Master," you all entuned, all except Anakin, who gave a simple nod. He was not accustomed to the manners of the Temple, you noticed.

         "Mind yourselves, you should," Master Yoda continued. "Obi-Wan, your Padawan may begin." Anakin stepped forward, wearing a smug smile, looking at the other younglings with glee. "Y/N, spar with him, you will," Master Yoda instructed, giving you a small, peculiar smile.

         Your stomach dropped. It was unusual for you to get nervous during combat practice—you were top of the class, in most all respects, and didn't usually have a hard time swallowing your nerves and grounding your attention. Today, though, you felt the presences of the Masters watching you, felt Anakin's overpowering consciousness through the Force as you walked forward, standing to face him.

         "I'll go easy on you," Anakin said quietly, bowing and smiling, unholstering and igniting his blue lightsaber.

         "You won't even have the time," you retorted, lighting your saber in kind. You noticed, standing across from Anakin, that your sabers were identical in color. You held yours up, feeling your heart beat rapidly.

         "Begin," Master Plo instructed. You jumped high into the air, spinning your saber toward Anakin's as he quickly moved to block your blow, countering with one of his own. You moved faster than you ever had before during training, jumping this way and that. You noticed that Anakin seemed to prefer the Djem So variation, while you yourself preferred the Makashi. It made for an interesting mix. It did not surprise you that Anakin was very skilled with a laser sword—in fact, he was the most skilled fighter you'd ever faced, and you felt your face grow hot in your concentration. What did surprise you was how connected you felt to Anakin as you both fought, your lightsabers moving so quickly around you it all looked like a blur. Neither of you seemed to be relying on your vision or hearing—rather, you felt in his mind what he was going to do, and he felt in your mind how you would counter. You had always been skilled at reading others through the Force, but you had never felt a presence as intense as Anakin's—you didn't need meditation to see his thoughts and feelings. It was as if his presence in the Force were shouting them at you, and they became difficult to ignore. As you catalogued his next moves, fighting hard, you felt his confidence falter, felt his surprise at your skill, felt his competitive urge to best you. You also felt other feelings come up in him, feelings you couldn't fully make sense of—part of him didn't want to be fighting you, that much you could intuit, but there was something else, something mystical. You felt a connection in his mind, a connection he had forged between you and his past, a time in his life when he felt more vulnerable. You looked into his eyes as he pushed his saber down toward yours, and you read all of this in his face, feeling his insecurity spike, his anger turn defiant.

         Without warning, he pushed his hand out, and you felt yourself fly backward, the tips of your toes skidding against the balcony's marble floor. This moment of surprise allowed Anakin to reach through the Force, pulling your lightsaber from your grasp. He stood, facing you, holding both lightsabers, his victorious expression clouded by something you couldn't fully discern.

         You stood in front of him, breathing heavily, looking at his celebratory smile. He had bested you. You quickly masked your feelings of frustration and anger, bowing to him gracefully. Inside, you were turning to fire. No youngling had ever outright beat you like this in combat. The feeling of losing, especially to Anakin, gave you a sour taste in your mouth, but you knew you mustn't allow yourself to give in to such immature shows of aggression.

         "Very good, both of you," Master Plo encouraged, and, having yielded, you walked to the side of the balcony to stand with the other younglings.

         "Y/N, wait," Anakin said to you, and you turned to look him in the face once again. "Your...your lightsaber," he said breathlessly, his bravado gone, his face earnest as he held your saber out for you to take. He looked as if he were trying to communicate something to you, but in your anger at having lost the sparring match, you ignored whatever it was. You took your lightsaber wordlessly and turned away from him, going to stand with your class.

         "Dallum, perhaps you would like to go next," Master Plo said, but before you could watch Dallum's reaction to this, you were distracted by a gentle hand on your shoulder. You turned.

         "Y/N, may I have a word with you?" Master Yuma Ohno asked you kindly, standing beside you. You looked up into her face, watched as her thick, heavy braids swayed as she moved, and nodded, your eyes wide. She gestured for you to follow her off of the balcony, and you obliged, feeling through the Force the curious presences of your classmates and Anakin's conflicted presence watching you as you exited.

         Back inside the hallway of the Temple, Master Yuma gestured for you to sit down on a bench, and you did, watching her sit down beside you. She had a gentle face, her soft features congruous with her dark skin, her large eyes a light amber brown. You'd come to know this face fairly well, but only in meditation, only in dreams. You looked up at her now, wondering why she had asked to speak to you.

         "You fight well, Y/N," she complimented, and you laced your eyebrows together in confusion.

         "But I lost," you said quietly, looking up at her. Master Yuma laughed.

         "No one can win every battle," she remarked, smiling down at your bemused expression. "What matters more is how we fight." You nodded, trying to make sense of this. "Do you know what I mean to ask you, Y/N?" Master Yuma inquired as you gazed up at her.

         "I am not certain," you responded, breathing deeply. "But I have seen your face before. Quite often, in meditation," you confessed. "I have tried not to puzzle too hard over the meaning of such visions." Master Yuma nodded.

         "That is wise," she reassured. "I, too, have seen your face, in meditation."

         "You have?" you asked her, looking up in wonder at the Jedi Knight sitting next to you. She nodded.

         "Though you fight well, I sense that combat is not your greatest gift, Y/N," Master Yuma said, and you held your breath, hanging on her every word. "I have heard from your instructors—and I have sensed, myself—that you have an uncanny ability to read others, through your use of the Force." You nodded. This was not a secret, and so admitting to this ability did not feel boastful, so much as truthful.

         "I, too, have a knack for intuiting others' thoughts and emotions," Master Yuma continued. "I have meditated on this, and I do believe I am certain it is the will of the Force. I would like for you to become my Padawan."

         "Really?" you asked her, complicated emotions running through you. You felt outward, felt Master Yuma's calming presence, and you believed that she might be right about the will of the life-force encircling you both. You couldn't think of a better master, and you were excited at the prospect of becoming a Padawan, but you also felt a sense of loss, of nostalgia. Being a youngling in the Temple was all you had known for over half your life. To leave that all behind, to begin anew, scared you as much as it invigorated you.

         "Really," Master Yuma answered, perceiving your varied reactions to this news. "I know that change can be difficult to embrace, Y/N. But I think you know this is the kind of change that should be met head on." She smiled at you, and you felt her reach out with the Force, showing you her feelings of calm, rightness, wisdom, and empathy for you and your feelings. "It is your choice, Y/N."

         You looked up into the beautiful face of your Master, her eyes slightly wrinkled at the sides as she smiled encouragingly at you, her thick braids with their golden rings adorning them framing her face. You smiled. You knew what you would choose.

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Chapter 3 is up now!!!!

divider credit: @racingairplanes

tags: @iyoogi

[endless-ineffabilities]

easy on the eyes (Corinthian x f!Reader) - ch. 1

+ OC × f!Reader

Story Masterlist Summary: The Corinthian and the Reader have been together for quite a while, and her friendship with Adonis, one of the dreams, puts a strain on their relationship

Warnings: angst, jealous!Corinthian (well, if this needs a warning on its own), some smut / nsfw!

Word count: 1.1k

.... and yes, I did envision Hayden Christensen as Adonis. But feel free to see him as whoever you wish 🔥

"I'm glad he allows me to be here with you," he says, face nuzzled against my neck. I know he's pertaining to Morpheus, his apparent creator and Master, though he isn't particularly fond of that term.

"If anyone should be my Master, doll, then it's you. You can do absolutely anything to me." he whispered low and deep, one night. I suppose it's not hard to figure out what happened after.

"So am I. And even if he wouldn't have, he'll have to deal with me." I say proudly. I know I'm just a human, but if something came in the way of being with my Corinthian, then I can be formidable, too.

"And that's why I love you," he shuffles on top of me, knees on either side of my thighs, and he lowers himself so we lie chest to chest.

He kisses me passionately, and I get high on his scent. That scent. So distinct it can only be him.

He takes my shirt off slowly, savouring the moment, then promptly throws it on the floor. I reach up and take off his glasses, admiring his raw beauty.

He smirks, then ever so torturously, licks a line from my hips up to my chest. He then grabs a breast in each hand, and grinds his pelvis down on mine.

I moan loudly.

"You're so fucking beautiful, baby."

"Hurry up already," I hear myself blurt out suddenly, and I grind against him even more.

"Easy there, honey. Great things take time."

And so we take our sweet time, and he's right - it's all worth it.

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In the Dreaming, he finds me. He finds me every time.

Now, I dream that I am in a little cabin, nestled in the woods, and everything seems so perfect. We sit in front of a burning fireplace, on the coziest couch, a navy blanket shared between us.

Then we hear a knock on the door.

I shuffle out of the blanket to open it, not knowing who it could be. Anything can happen in the Dreaming.

He reaches up to me in protest, "Nooo, don't leave me."

I smile fondly at him, "You little baby. Just a second."

Two figures greet me at the door. Merv, a caretaker of Morpheus' castle, and Adonis, one of the Dreams, who is tasked with creating and fulfilling romantic scenarios in people's dreams. Understandable, considering that he looks every bit an Adonis as his name implies.

He's also grown to become my friend, in my exploits in the Dreaming.

"Merv! Donnie! Hello, boys," I say warmly, genuinely pleased to see both of them, "To what do we owe this pleasure?"

I shuffle out of the way, so Corinthian is also in view.

"Hello, beautiful," Adonis says, always the flirt, and he enters the cabin and pulls me into a hug, "I've missed you."

I hear Corinthian cough loudly behind us, having gotten up from his spot on the couch.

"Hello, Corinthian." Adonis greets him.

"Adonis." Corinthian replies curtly, "Getting too close to my girl there, pretty boy." He spits out the last words, definitely not meant to be a compliment.

"I'm always happy to see my friend. Especially one as beautiful as her." Adonis responds, not missing a beat.

I wrap an arm around Corinthian's waist, feeling his temper rise, and try to calm him down.

"Down, Donnie." I tell him, although I am amused by his directness. He was made to be full of charisma and adept in coquetry, so I know this is just how he naturally is.

"Yeah. Down, Donnie." Corinthian mumbles low in chest, and turns to look at me. I just know he doesn't like that I've made a nickname for Adonis.

"I sense some hostility," Adonis quips smoothly, "Don't worry, Corinthian. I wouldn't do anything to y/n." He pauses, but he's yet to deliver the blow, "Nothing she wouldn't want me to do, of course."

Corinthian surges forward in a swift motion, stopping just a few inches away from Adonis. "You better watch yourself. You're just some dream. Whereas I... am the worst of all nightmares."

"Well, I have something to say," Merv interrupts, "if the both of you are done with your little pissing contest."

"Thanks, Merv." I say, grateful for him stepping in.

"Dream Lord wants to see you, Corinthian. He says it's something urgent. You may have to leave your sweetheart here for a while."

"Urgent?" Corinthian echoes, "Can't I bring y/n with me?"

"Nope," Merv places his hand on his hips, and adds to me, "Nothing personal, of course. It's just a matter of confidentiality."

"I understand." I reply, raising both hands for a second, and turn to Corinthian, "You've got some work to do, honey."

He moves close to me, and plants a kiss on my lips, one that lingers long, as if to show off to Adonis.

"I won't be long," he whispers, forehead against mine.

"Lucky for her, I'll be here to keep her company." Adonis says, almost gleefully.

"What?!'" Corinthian's head whips up, "No you fucking won't."

"I'm afraid he has to, Corinthian." Merv says, "Here's the thing, and this is also why Lord Morpheus needs to see you. There's been a little uprising with some nightmares out here, and it'll only be safer if she has someone with her."

"Even if it's this peacock Adonis," Merv then claps a hand on Adonis' shoulder, "Besides, she's familiar with him already."

"Fuck," Corinthian curses, clearly frustrated with the whole thing.

Adonis smirks in satisfaction, but says nothing, like he's already achieved what he wanted. He winks at me, and I raise an eyebrow as if to say, Don't.

"We're operating on a strict timeframe here, Corinthian." Merv says, impatiently.

"Can't you stay with her?" Corinthian asks him, in a last attempt not to leave me with Adonis.

"I've got duties myself, boy. I can't play babysitter."

"It's okay," I gently place my hands on Corinthian's face, "Trust me. You won't take long, and I'll be just fine."

"I do trust you," he says, pressing a kiss to my palm, then glances at Adonis, "Him? Not so much."

"I'll play nice." Adonis raises his hands as if to appease him.

Corinthian takes a deep breath, then walks to the door, "Let's fucking get this over with."

They leave, and I am left in this cabin with Adonis.

He smiles at me, and I already know he's got something up his sleeve.

Oh, boy.

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I was Corinthian-inspired today, so here you all go! :)

And this can have a part two, if enough people ask for it, so let me know in the comments!

[thesadbetrayer]

Welcome back [Actor AU]

Obi-Wan [talking with Ahsoka]: And then they told me, they will bring back a character for the new series. I hope we won’t get a fan-shitshow like in the movies when it’s done.

Ahsoka [grim]: Yep, I hope so. I’m new, so I hope this will work out in the end.

[ A small commotion on the set]

Obi-Wan: Ah that must be him - I really don’t know why they told me it was a surprise - I hate surprises.

Ahsoka [softly laughing]: Well, they told me

Obi-Wan [offended]: What ? Why ? This is ridiculous.

Anakin [from behind Obi-Wan]: …. And here I thought I could come back into this annoying, uncomfortable suit and grilled-chicken make-up and this is how you welcome me?

Obi-Wan [getting big eyes/turning around]: Well it’s not my fault “someone” looks pretty hot as a bad villain.

Anakin [smiling gently]: Hello “Master”

Obi-Wan [hugging Anakin enthusiastically]: Hello there~ I’m glad your back with me “my unruly padawan”

Ahsoka [fake-grumpy mumbeling]: …. and hello snips, thanks for making those whole thing a lot less a mess. Since someone has to be the one that’s telling everybody the council is a shit show.

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Authors note: I really hope that people stop talking shit- I don’t want Ewan and Hayden going thought this again. People are real assholes when it comes to “opinions” 🗑

After what happened online with the 7,8 and 9 movie ?

Listen this is NOT my canon - I really hate that Disney didn’t stick to the legends canon (because imo it’s MUCH BETTER) I disliked a lot things in the new movies but you can dislike or hate stuff without being a asshole about it !!!!

And I applaud Mark because he uses every chance to talk shit about the new canon 👏🏻👏🏻 in a very amusing and non-asshole way - like it should be ❤️

[ragnarlothcat]

1/? I was rewatching the prequels blooper reels for the 25th time cos I’m sad like that & you know the part where Hayden burns himself whilst drinking soup? Imagine instead of padme it’s Obi wan & they’re celebrating a successful mission in dex’s. Anakin’s tired cos it was a long mission so he momentarily forgets he’s meant to control his lovestruckness around Obi wan so he’s staring dreamily across the table at his master. Obi wan, equally amused & bemused asks: “what’s on your mind, padawan?”

Anakin, all moon & doe eyes & utterly zoned out & besotted, sighs: “Gods, you’re so hot.”Obi wan: “… what?”Anakin, finally tuning back & realizing what he’s said panics, takes a big gulp of soup, proceeds to burn himself & say: “gods, that’s hot!” & jolts the table with his knees thus knocking over the contents of his bowl. Obvs in the ensuing chaos anakin’s comments aren’t brought up again. Anakin, internally as they’re leaving the restaurant: thanks to my genius my secret is still (tbc)

3/3 safe. Crisis averted 😎Obi wan, dazed & with dawning horror going over every past interaction with anakin where anakin was acting strangely around him & seeing it in a completely different light: I’ve got a bad feeling about this 😩Anyway. That’s the moment Obi wan realizes anakin’s got a big fat crush on him 😌

Oh I love this 😂 Anakin would spill soup all over himself and consider it a job well done. How clever of him to hide his crush from Obi-Wan! How canny!

And I love Obi-Wan finding out this way because he'd probably try to play it cool? If Anakin isn't willing to tell Obi-Wan about the crush there must be a reason for it! Maybe Anakin is shockingly being a good Jedi and not letting his crush get in the way of his duty. Maybe Anakin just thinks he's physically attractive but thinks they're ill-suited in other ways. Obviously none of these things are true, but Obi-Wan might easily suspect them!

I have a fic where Anakin has a crush for years and Obi-Wan finally snaps, but nothing quite like this. It's excellent! Thank you for sharing it 🥰

[boiling-potato]

Finally finished!!

Trickster's family!

Keep in mind that trickster isn't related to any of this people, she just consider them as family since she saved and lived with them all, but them on the other hand doesn't really consider her or anyone as family because none of them aren't really related.... Well most of them to say the least

Here's their instructions!!

‼️(THIS IS A VERY OLD DRAWINGS SO SORRY IN ADVANCE IF THEY LOOK WONKY! :,D)‼️

Casimir:

Personality:

Casimir is a really loyal servant for trickster he doesn't seem too fond for anyone in the family and just mostly hangs around with trickster only, though even though he's not one to make friends he certainly is an easy person to talk to, he's very calm and helpful towards people since he's like the butler and organizer of the family overall he's very kind and you can always ask him for help as long as your not against trickster otherwise he will kill you.

Relationship with Trickster:

though this man is a pretty calm, intriguing and helpful person he acts different towards his young master, (this is what they call Trickster) you see this man is very fond of Trickster he is very loyal and protective towards her which caused him to be possessive, he will always guilt trip trickster into staying in the mansion than going outside, he is very manipulative and sadistic when it comes to her but he only acts like that when people aren't around them.

Rosemary:

Personality:

Rosemary is the mother of the family she is very well organized, demanding, protective and very strict, her and casimir actually held a grudge with one another since they've always been the one who organized the mansion and seems so fond with trickster so they basically compete with one another.

Relationship with Trickster:

Like casimir she's very fond and protective towards her young master (trickster) but the difference between them is that she's very gentle and caring towards her, she doesn't like trickster getting hurt nor does she want her getting into trouble so with that said they have this motherly type of love relationship.

Heaven and Nevaeh:

Personality:

Heaven (the blue eyed twin) is a very laid back and chill but also very rude, sassy and sarcastic to talk to and her sister Nevaeh (the green eyed twin) is actually the same as her but worse she's much more harsher when it comes to words, while her sister hurt someone with words she on the other hand hurts someone physically just for fun and so with that said this two are actually the last person you want to talk to or let alone get along with.

Relationship with Trickster:

Oh poor poor trickster she's basically a rag doll and a plaything for this two they would trip her, call her names, randomly push her, bully her, shove her face in her food or wall you name it, they absolutely love to torment her and even so Trickster doesn't seem to mind she thought that they were just doing it as a friendly gestures and that's just in their nature to do so which made the sisters even more amused to torment her but even though they treat her like that their loyalty towards her remains because after all their young master was the one who saved them.

Hayden:

Personality:

This peculier young man is a very quiet, weird and complicated type of person, he doesn't seem to be focus on his surroundings which cause him to always bump at people when they came across him and not really the type of person who loves conversation, in fact he absolutely hates hearing any kinds of noise or sounds that's why he often roams and seems to be more active at night. In a conversation with him he'll just tell you his name and that's it, he will just nod or shake his head if he needs to answer you (though he seems to be more talkative when it comes to his cousin Willow) and the strange part is you can't even tell if he's just shy or just really doesn't like people.

Relationship with Trickster:

He loves her, absolutely adores her, she's the only person who's seems to catch his eyes, he would even be embarrassed if his young master is around or talking to him in other words he has a crush on her, due to the fact that he can't go up and make conversations with her but still wants to be around her, he just stalks her or linger behind her and Trickster doesn't seem to mind in fact she's flattered by it and would even tease him about it.

Penelope:

Personality:

This kid... Yeah trust me you don't want her to see you, why? Well you see... she's.... playful to say the least and by playful I mean she will freaking chase you down with an axe on hand and if she did catch up with you well.. let's just say you better start saying your goodbyes, still acts like an 8 years old but worse though she doesn't act like this towards the other family members, she loves them and acts normal towards them especially trickster and Casimir, Casimir is like the father she never had, she's very fond of him and loves him and same goes for Casimir they would often have teaparties and play together though even with all her sweetness towards them it didn't really stop her for pulling a few pranks on them like.... Putting needles and shard glass on their foods.

Relationship with Trickster:

Her and Trickster has this sisterly type of relationship, she loves it when trickster is around playing with her, bathing her, dressing her, having teaparties with her, tucking her in bed, hearing trickster singing some lullabies until she falls asleep and she especially loves it when she will also chase her down with an axe or trying to kill her on her sleep but again trickster doesn't seem to mind since she thought that she was just being playful and that's just in her nature to do so.

Chaoxiang:

Personality:

Chaoxiang is a very competitive type of person, he's obsessed and very VERY skilled when it comes to board games in fact never until now in his life had he been beaten at it, he's very intelligent, sharp and skillful not just in games but in many type of ways, he is also very stern and defensive when your talking to him, he's the type of person who doesn't want to admit he's wrong and will never back down to an argument even when his wrong, he also seem to have an interest when it comes to expensive stuffs he loves them and will also except gifts as long as it's expensive.

Relationship with Trickster:

He hates her, never in his life had he been beaten at any types of board games so how on earth that Trickster have manage to do that!? He hates her for it he had never been beaten so when he lost he felt so many emotions at that time disappointed, amazed, frustration, anger, sadness, confusion it all felt so unreal to him how? HOW? He couldn't believe it and even thought that trickster might've cheat but even if she did cheat he should've noticed it.. for so long he had lived in the mansion he challenges trickster in a daily basis and each time trickster won every single time which makes him more frustrated since all of the family members since to lost when he challenges them how can trickster be so different? Though trickster seems so comforting about it, she always says "aww come on Chao! I'm sure that you'll beat me some day! You don't have to be so upset about it." He doesn't like her for that in fact he thinks that he finally met his match and thinks that one day he will be able to beat her.

Willow:

Personality:

Unlike the rest of the family she's probably the only one who's normal she's scared of them and like trickster she just wants a normal loving family and don't get it wrong! she loves the family members and she seems to be getting along with them but even she knows that they are not normal, she just doesn't agree with their murdererous tendencies and even helps their victims to escape so with that said you can already tell that she's the type of person who's very sweet, caring sympathetic, kind and maybe a little bit defensive, determined and tough.

Relationship with trickster:

They seem to be getting along! Willow actually enjoy trickster's company and Trickster feels The same way! They love to hangout together but whenever trickster becomes a little unhinged or acting a little bit crazy Willow will stay as far away from trickster as possible even if she knows that trickster wouldn't hurt her she's just really scared of her if she does that and when trickster finally comes down she will reassure or comfort Willow that she will never hurt her and it'll be ok oh and not to mention since trickster's getting hurt a lot by the twins Willow often helps trickster with her wounds, she and her cousin Hayden are actually the nurse of the family.

They live in a mansion called milkshake house, why is it called milkshake house you ask? Well since trickster really loves milkshakes and their it's her mansion she just calls it that, their mansion looks similar to this:

(this picture doesn't belongs to me)

They are also open for asks!! ^^

[ao3feed-obikin]

Claim Your Right

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41866644 by LostLine After convincing his Master to fuck him, Anakin goes around flirting with others. Obi-Wan is not amused. Words: 4272, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: Clone Wars (2003) - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: PWP, Jealous Obi-Wan Kenobi, Possessive Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin didn't actually go around flirting with people lol, it was just a puppy attempt, with ONE person, There's no plot, Just smut, some feelings because Obi-Wan won't shut up about how lovely Anakin is, like this was supposed to be a bit over thousand words of Anakin getting drilled, but nooooo Obi-Wan has to make himself heard, their age difference is ten here, ALSO whoever is responsible for me seeing Hayden in my dream last night!!! ILOVEYOU, thank you thank you it was amazing llkfjasfei read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/41866644

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For the one word prompt. Breathe. I would like to see Callum and Hayden but I will take any of them. Love your writing!!

Hello dear reader! Firstly thank you for what you said and please know that you've made me blush with writer happiness. Secondly, here's your answer...

TW for rope, choking, asphyxiation, threatening and creepy whumper.

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Breathe

"B... b...breathe?" Callum looked up as he spoke, up from his place on his knees in front of his rules.

"Breathe," Hayden said, looking down at him. "You can do that can't you? Or are you so stupid and slow that you even have trouble doing that?"

"Umm...I...I can do it," Callum whispered.

"Exactly. It's basic stuff," Master Hayden replied, bending to take a length of rope from his tool bag. "Just like you little wretch." Callum watched nervously until his master was out of his line of sight, having gotten a small baton out of the bag too. He jumped ever so slightly at the draping of the rope across his collar bones, loose and tied behind plenty of room to spare.

"You're holding your breath you stupid slow boy," Master Hayden murmured, his lips suddenly close to Callum's ear, his breath hot, mouth slightly grazing Callum's skin.

"S... sorry sorry I'm sorry Master Hayden," Callum said and breathed. Breathed. In and out. Over and over. He carried on breathing when the baton slid across the back of his neck beneath the circle of rope. He breathed when Master Hayden turned the baton once and the rope moved up and over his skin and inched closer to his throat.

He swallowed hard and shook and stopped himself from trying to move his hands where they were bound up behind him where they almost always were as the baton turned again and pulled the rope firmly around his throat.

"Breathe, wretch," Master Hayden whispered into his ear before kissing his constantly bruised temple as he twisted the baton again. "And if you stop, I'll turn this into a white day."

Callum breathed and breathed and breathed. He breathed with every twist of the baton. He breathed until he couldn't anymore.

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“Careful babe,” And God, Liam was not liable for his behaviour when the chimera was looking at him like that. All soft eyed and mischievous, like the asshole knew he was likely to get punched for what he was about to say next but didn’t care, because it was Liam and Liam had never been immune to Theo’s charms. “It might be too heavy for your little arms.”

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Hayden thinks Theo will pull away, and watches as he starts to do just that, except, he pauses, and turns Liam’s hand around, until his wrist is facing upwards, and the small tattoo is pointing to the ceiling. His thumb brushes over the tattoo, nail scratching at the black lines, then Theo looks up, and snorts, his other hand pulling a piece of dried blood from Liam’s hair like it’s nothing, and Liam doesn’t even blink.

Theo’s voice drops low, and really, Hayden admires his attempt, but when you’re in a room full of supernaturals, the idea of privacy is rather non-existent. “You should’ve showered.”  

Liam huffs, replying, equally as quiet, and equally as ineffective; “I washed my hands.”

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“Don’t forget,” Theo blurts, punching the numbers into the keypad, eyes scanning the vending machine’s contents, the words quick, and sudden, all too unintentional. He grimaces, swallowing, and keeps his gaze fixated on the yellow-packaged chips as they fall from the top shelf. Scott’s head snaps upwards, expression confused, looking right at Theo.

“What?” Scott asks, eyebrows furrowed, and Theo wants to smack his head against the wall, regretting, instantly, the choice to even say anything at all.

“You trust too easily,” Theo says, recalling Stiles’ words, and turns to Scott, shoulders tense, muscles rigid, waiting for an attack. He knows who he is, he knows he won’t try anything again, but they don’t, and the fact that they’re slowly accepting his presence, it’s dangerous. “Don’t trust me again.”

Scott’s lip quirk upwards, he cocks his head to the side, curious, wondering. “You know that makes me want to trust you, right?”

“It’s going to get you killed,” are Theo’s next words, and he crouches to pick up his bag of chips.

Scott shrugs, and his eyes are bright, like he’s amused. “Liam’s still alive.”

Theo ignores the implications of that.

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Malignant (S1P2)

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Chicago Med x doctor!OC Morgan Fitzgerald is a doctor at Chicago Medical, on her sister’s birthday she tries to stay focused on her patients without her emotions getting in the way, but it gets more difficult when a friend is in the hospital and her ex is lurking around. Based off S1E5 of Chicago Med.

5.3k+ Words

Featuring: Morgan Fitzgerald, Will Halstead, Natalie Manning, April Sexton, Maggie Lockwood, Ethan Choi, Daniel Charles, Sharon Goodwin, Connor Rhodes, Jay Halstead, Sam Zanetti, Kelly Severide, Christopher Herrmann Warning: Patient death, some cursing, angst, medical details that may or may not be wrong.  A/N: Sorry I posted later than usual, yesterday was quite the day. Enjoy!

Part One

The morning was running a bit slow, not that Morgan didn’t appreciate it. She didn’t get any sleep last night and the coffee she was sipping was not helping at all. She could barely focus on the notes in front of her as memories of her older sister kept flashing in front of her eyes. Eventually she gives up and tears her eyes away from the glaring screen. Leaning back in the chair, she notices Mrs. Goodwin talking to Detective Halstead and Lt. Severide. She keeps looking for a moment, wondering what they were talking about. Momentarily, the detective’s eyes sweep over the ED’s space and they land on her. She quickly looks back down to the computer and tries to peek from her peripheral to see if he’s stopped looking. He has, but Morgan doesn’t want to be caught looking again so she forces herself to continue looking at the computer screen.

Her attention is brought back up again when she notices the detective walk toward where she was sitting. Her heart rate picks up a little as he nears her, but then she realizes that Will is standing right next to her. The detective doesn’t even take notice of Morgan's presence, and honestly that stung her a little bit. She clenches her jaw and continues forcing herself to look at the screen, when she fails again, she decides to eavesdrop on the detective and Will’s conversation.

“Can I ask you a doctor question?” Jay asks and Morgan notices the familiarity, she knew they were brothers of course, but she only witnessed their relationship a few times before.

“Sure, come on.” The brothers walk away a little to gain some privacy, but Morgan is still able to hear them. As she did move her chair a bit more to the right and turned so that her ear was exposed to them. 

“Um, Herrmann?” His voice kind of hesitant

“Yeah,” Will asks, not fully paying attention.

“If he’d come in on your watch, would you have waited so long before doing anything?” It takes so much of the eavesdropping doctor’s will to not turn around and butt in, but she couldn’t. Jay and her weren’t close and eavesdropping on a colleague’s private conversation was not the best course of action.

“That’s a tough call.” Will sighs out. “It’s been a while since my surgical residency. And, you know, I wasn’t there for the exam so it’s hard to say.” Morgan could tell that Will was trying not to insinuate anything negative on Connor’s behalf and she hoped that Jay would take it, but he continues to egg on.

“Yeah, just in general.” He asks and Will basically gives in.

“In general?” He pauses for just a second, “ yeah, I probably would have gone in.” Natalie gives Morgan a smile as she walks by and Morgan almost misses it, but manages to throw one right back at her. “But, uh, again, I wasn’t there.”

At that Morgan scoffs and abruptly stands up, grabbing her tablet. She turns towards the brothers and tries to make a clean getaway, but Will stops her.

“Hey, Morgan.”

Morgan halts and closes her eyes, as if to calm herself, and hopes that something will fall out of the sky and allow her to be taken into a trauma room for treatment, but no such luck. She breathes out and slowly turns towards the Halstead brothers. “Yes, Dr. Halstead?” She questions, trying to keep her eyes off of Jay.

“I’d like you to meet my brother,” he points to the detective who Morgan can tell has gotten a little uncomfortable, but he sports a little grin on his face. “This is Jay. Jay, this is Dr. Morgan Fitzgerald.” He introduces the two, not knowing that they already know each other.

“Hi, Detective Halstead,” Morgan says, the tight smile on her face slightly distorting her words. Jay gives her a look, his eyes quickly darting to his brother, who is oblivious to what is going on. Morgan holds out a hand to him and he takes it, shaking gently.

“Hi, doctor. It’s nice to meet you.” His calloused hand was in hers for a little too long and she could remember the first time they were in hers. The actual first time they met. 

December 2013 

Morgan’s eyes were cast down to the tablet in front of her, but she was zoning out. One hand was stuffed in the pocket of her white coat, clutching the bracelet that she received for her birthday last year. A gift from her sister Olivia. Hayden had insisted that she stay home instead of forcing herself into work, but she needed a distraction. But now it seemed that it wasn’t working, especially after that last patient. She looked too much like Olivia. 

Morgan’s focus continues to deplete as she stared like a statue, a few onlookers getting concerned. Especially Maggie.“Dr. Fitzgerald?” Her name falls on deaf ears as Morgan continues to stare at the screen. “Dr. Fitzgerald!” Maggie’s voice raises and Morgan finally snaps out of her trance.

“Sorry Maggie.” The doctor whips her head up and looks to the nurse. “What do you need?” She places the tablet on the desk and stuffs her hand back into the pockets of her scrubs. Maggie pauses for a few seconds, looking at the doctor with concern before finally turning to face the body behind her. 

“This is Detective Halstead, he is on your Jane Doe’s case.” Morgan’s eyes finally land on the freckled man standing behind the charge nurse. Morgan could tell that he was handsome and it stuns her for a minute. He had freckles sprinkled all over his face and soft colored eyes. 

It’s his voice that makes her pay attention.“Detective Halstead,” he repeats, holding his hand out for her. She takes it and his hand basically envelops hers. They were warm and calloused and hers were cold and smooth. A slight grin is on his face and Morgan thinks it compliments his face so much more.

“Dr. Fitzgerald.  Morgan.” Their hands finally pull apart and Morgan doesn’t really like the emptiness the action left behind. “Jane Doe is up in ICU, I can take you.” She puts an arm out pointing in the direction towards the elevator and the detective begins walking. Maggie gives Morgan a look, her eyes flashing between the doctor’s tired face and the detective’s receding back. “Thanks for your help Maggie,” her eyes widened, as if she was telling the nurse to stop it. 

Maggie just laughs and continues doing her job.Morgan finally walks up to Detective Halstead and presses the up button for the elevator. “So, I’ve never seen you around here before.” Morgan says, her eyes not on Halstead but the descending number as the elevator headed for their floor.

“Yeah, I just started with the Intelligence Unit.” He sheepishly says.

“Well congratulations.” She nods, not sure what else to say. She didn’t understand why it was taking the elevator so damn long to get there. “I’ve been here a little over a year myself. If you ever want a tour of the best places in Chicago, I am your girl.” She says, not knowing that he was also a Chicago native.

“Are you asking me out?” He says, a teasing tone obviously present and an amusing look on his face. Morgan chokes a laugh out, a little surprised and a little flabbergasted. She had no idea what to say cause that wasn’t her intention, but it wouldn’t be a bad thing if they did end up going out. Before she could open her mouth to say anything the bell dings, signifying that the elevator had arrived. 

The brunette steps in first as Morgan is still trying to comprehend their conversation. She slowly steps in beside him and presses the button for the ICU’s floor. After a long day of sulking and mourning, a small smile finally shows up on her face as she takes in the presence that Detective Jay Halstead emitted.

Jay squeezes her hand slightly, and it pulls Morgan out of the memory. She rips her hand out of his too quickly after noticing how long she must’ve been holding it. Will actually notices this time and opens his mouth to say something to her, but she beats him to it.

“I’m sorry Jay, but I have a patient to take care of. It was nice meeting you.” before either brother could say anything to her, she turns around and bolts out of the ED. 

         ❦

Later on, Morgan is making her way up to Lt. Herrmann’s room to check on him and Connor. She had heard that he was beating himself up about his decision about his patient and it didn’t help that there were others questioning his decision as well. When she arrived at the room, Kelly was also peering in. The lieutenant doesn’t notice her as he’s too busy glaring at Connor. 

“You think it might’ve helped if you hadn’t waited so long?” Kelly asks and Morgan’s breath sits in her chest as she throws an accusing look at her acquaintance. He still doesn’t notice her standing next to him.

“Excuse me?” Connor turns, his eyes dashing to you quickly before landing on the firefighter.

“If you’d operated on him when we brought him in. Not waited.”

“Are you talking to me about medicine right now?”

“I’m talking to you about my friend,” Kelly points towards the unconscious Chris.

“Look, I’m gonna say this once, because he is my friend too.” He breathes out “I did what was right.”

“Well, some of your fellow docs don’t agree.”

“Really?” Connor steps closer, and Morgan steps forward as well, ready to throw herself between them if she had to. “Odd that they would share that with you and not me.” The men begin to glare each other down and Morgan forces herself from beside them. She puts herself between them, her back towards Connor and she looks up at the lieutenant.

“Lieutenant Severide, can I have a word with you?” He doesn’t stop glaring at Connor and Morgan can feel the tension continue to rise. “Kelly,” Morgan says sternly and he finally looks at her. She places a hand on his arm, tugs him away from the situation, and to a secluded corner. Connor turns away and walks down the hall, Morgan watches him before he disappears and she turns back to Kelly.

“What the hell was that Kelly?” Her arms are crossed across her chest and she huffs out, an angered look on her face. Kelly looks at her for a second before taking a few steps away. “Kelly!”

“His decision could’ve cost Chris his life! If he had operated sooner, we wouldn’t be in this position!” He practically yells, but Morgan doesn’t jump, instead she keeps her eyes on him.

“And you’re so sure about that?” He gives her a look of disbelief, a scoff escaping his lips.

“Of course you side with him.”

“Really Kelly,” this time she scoffs, “that’s how you want to do this?” 

“Yeah, that’s how we’re doing this doctor.”

“Well Lieutenant, last time I checked you were a firefighter, not a doctor. Given the information that Dr. Rhodes had, he made the appropriate decision. A decision I would have made as well.” The agitated firefighter doesn’t look the doctor in the eye, instead glancing to his colleague’s recovery room. “Now questioning a decision that has been said and done will do nothing to help Herrmann, we are doing our absolute best to make sure that he will be okay. Pitting the doctors that are supposed to be taking care of him against each other will not help.” He finally looks down at her, trying to glare her down but she doesn’t back away. “Go walk it off Kelly.” Morgan says with a softer tone, her eyes pleading. And without waiting for a reply from him, she walks away, hoping that her words would persuade him to calm down. 

         ❦

Morgan’s staring off into the distance, obviously upset. The day just seemed to dredge on and she constantly found herself thinking about her sister, which work was supposed to distract her from. For some reason, today was different. Her right hand was fiddling with the bracelet, as it always did on an anniversary related to Olivia. 

“Morgan, you okay?” Will pulls up next to the distracted doctor, looking down at a patient’s charts.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just lost a patient.” She wasn’t necessarily lying. She did lose a longtime patient to cancer, but she didn’t delve deeper into how the day just seemed to be tainted in death for her. But after all these years Will knew when she was lying, she happened to bite her lip whenever she was. 

“Are you sure Morgan, you’ve been a little off today.” He sits in the seat next to her, turning it to have his whole body face her.

“I’m okay Will,” she snaps before taking a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” She slips the bracelet into her pocket and Will notices but decides not to push since she seemed to be stressed already. “It just sucks that we can’t save everyone, you know. People keep dying and sometimes all we can do is watch.” She shrugs at the end of her sentence and turns her chair away so that she isn’t facing him anymore. He didn’t know why she didn’t just let him in, they’ve been friends ever since he came back to Chicago and started at Med. 

“Morgan–” He isn’t allowed to continue as Maggie’s voice arises from somewhere in the ED.

“Rhodes and Halstead, we’ve got an incoming!” The charge nurse’s eyes on the cube in her hands as she begins directing the doctors. 

“Got it!” Rhodes says grabbing some gloves from a box. 

“Wanna help us out?” Will asks Morgan, nodding his head towards the doors.

“Sure,” Morgan shrugs nonchalantly. Will nods, still a little concerned for her, but he allows for the two of them to get to work..

“What do we got?” Connor asks as he, Morgan, and Will make their way up to the bay doors. Morgan pulls the gloves on her hands as the paramedic reports.

“25-year-old witnessed seizure in the street. She was clipped by a swerving car. GCS 3, intubated in the field.” They continue moving her deeper into the ED, turning to wheel her into the trauma room. “102 over 60, tachy at 110.”

“Alright, on my count.” Dr. Rhodes starts, “One, two, three.” Together, the team moves her onto the treatment table. “Give me a laryngoscope to confirm the tube. X-rays of the chest and pelvis, then to CT for a pan-scan.”

“Yes, doctor.” A nurse answers.

Morgan has her stethoscope on her chest, listening. “This isn’t a trauma. She went down before she was hit.” Dr. Halstead says to his colleagues hoping that it would change the route of treatment.

“But we don’t know the damage, she was hit by a car.” Connor rebutes quickly.

“Because she had a seizure,” Halstead says back.

Morgan huffs out a breath and focuses on the patient. “She’s tachy. Sats are down.” A nurse says and Morgan nods.

“Alright, let’s give her 500 milligrams of keppra.” Morgan says after viewing her pupil reaction with a light.

“Yes, doctor.��� A nurse answers and proceeds.

“She’s got a chemo port.” April points out after cutting the patient’s shirt off.

“I’m telling you, the money’s in the seizure. We gotta figure that out,” Will reassures trying to get Morgan to agree. “Get a CBC, CMP, HCG, and a tox screen. Tell CT we’re going for the head only, not the whole body.” Before April could step away to put in the orders, Connor interrupts.

“No, tell CT that we’re going for the whole body. Now.” The tension in that small treatment room was suffocating for Morgan, if she wasn’t so focused on the patient, she might’ve gone off on her coworkers. “Must be nice, having so many opinions.” Connor bites.

“I have opinions about how I handle incoming patients. I don’t like that QT on the monitor.”

“On it!”

“You by any chance share those opinions with your brother?”

“What, Herrmann?” Will asks, but he knows the answer. “Look, Jay asked, so I told him.” 

Before Connor could say something again, Morgan interrupts with a growl, “Boys, not now!” They give Morgan a look, but drop the issue returning their undivided attention back to the unconscious patient.

“What’s happening?” A new voice enters the room and Doris interjects, trying to pull her out of the room. A chime on the monitor goes off and pulls everyone’s attention to it.

“She’s in V-tach!” Morgan states and a nurse gives off her blood pressure. “I can’t get a pulse.

“We need a crash cart, start compressions, now!” Connor orders and Will begins.

“We’re losing her.” The flatline corroborates that statement, but Will continues compressions.

“Charge to 200. Clear!”

Dr. Halsted pulls his hands off of Dani’s chest,“clear!” And Dr. Rhodes shocks her. When nothing happens, Will continues compressions, waiting for the next shock. 

“Come on, come Dani.” Morgan watches Will performing CPR. For some reason the doctor’s heart was beating out of her chest, a pit was forming at the bottom of her stomach, she couldn’t lose her.

“Milligram of epi.”

“One of epi.” April repeats.

“Clear!”

Will again pulls his hands off her chest again, “clear!” And they do it again, shocking Dani while her partner pleads from the door of the room. When nothing happens again, this time it’s Dr. Fitzgerald that orders another round of epi, but everyone hesitates. 

“Dr. Fitzgerald.” April starts, but Morgan isn’t having it.

“Now.” Morgan steps in the way of Will and continues compressions on the patient’s chest.

“One of epi,” April says, knowing it’s a lost cause.

“Stop compressions,” Connor says after a moment, but Morgan doesn’t stop. 

“Dr. Fitzgerald,” Will starts, putting a hand on Morgan’s back, but she continues. “Morgan,” he says softly this time and she finally pulls herself away, staring at the dead patient in front of her. Will gives her a concerned look, as he notices the crumpling look on her face.

“Time of death: 16:21.” At that Morgan lets a breath out and the woman at the door begins to cry. Morgan rips off her gloves and steps out of the room, not willing to see the heartbreaking scene in front of her. 

Why did today have to be so suffocating for her? Her eyes begin to tear up and without stopping she lightly jogs out through the lobby to the front of the building. The tears finally escaped down her face. With her hands on her hips, she looks up to the night sky trying her hardest to stop crying and to control her breathing.

“Morgan?” She recognizes the voice and at that moment she wants the world to swallow her whole, she didn’t want him to see her like this. Looking down, she sees Jay Halstead approaching her body and unknowingly she steps back, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Are you okay?” There is genuine concern in his eyes, they’re gentle and she remembered how much she missed looking into his eyes.

Morgan roughly wipes away her tears and sniffles, not yet looking at him. “I’m fine, Jay.” She pauses, not sure on how much to tell him. “Just lost a patient, that’s all.”

“Are you sure?” He pushes, knowing she’s hiding something.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, hell, it barely makes it past her lips.

“You’ve been a doctor for over three years now Morgan, I’ve never seen you react–.”

“Well Jay, we only dated for seven months and you’ve barely spoken to me in the last two years. I’ve changed.” She snaps, interrupting him, trying her hardest to mask any other reason for her to break down this easy.

“You don’t have to talk to me, I get it.” He puts himself in her point of view, forcing her to finally look at him. “But talk to someone, please.” He looks at her waiting for some type of response. Unwittingly, a tear escapes Morgan’s eyes and she hesitantly nods. Jay gives her a soft smile.

“So,” he starts trying to lighten the mood, “you didn’t tell my brother about us.” At that Morgan gives out a short chuckle, wiping the tears away and fully turning towards the detective.

“No, I didn’t. There was no point in doing so,” Morgan shrugs, seeing a hint of amusement in his eyes. “We were broken up and I wasn’t here for even a year yet, didn’t want to ruin the dynamic that Will and I were building.” She glances away, before a realization arises in her mind. “Why didn’t you tell him?”

“I guess for the same reason,” he shrugs now, but his voice is soft.

“How’re things with Erin?” Jay grimaces, but Morgan laughed. His partner was the reason she broke up with him, she didn’t feel like becoming a second choice. She didn’t feel like competing against a woman that he spent so much time with where she barely saw due to their hours. If you love them, gotta let them go, right?

“Things are good, we’re good.”

“That’s good. I’m happy for you. Really.” He looks at her, a solemn look on his face, words ready to pour out about their past relationship. Morgan, however, doesn’t want to hear it, she spent months trying to get over the handsome detective, she didn’t need him to dredge up old feelings. Gladly, her pager goes off and she sees that she’s being called to check up on another one of her patients. “Are you here to see Will or something?”

Jay is confused at her question at first before realizing that the opportunity to talk had passed. “Yeah, yeah I am”

“I’ll walk you in.” Together the two walk into the hospital, muttering a quick goodbye. Will exits the ED and sees the interaction between his brother and Morgan, he glimpses at the comfortable  aura between them and makes a note to address it later, after he confronted his brother about their conversation earlier.

         ❦

After discharging a patient that was wheeled in earlier, Morgan’s phone beeps and she fishes it out from the pocket of her scrubs. It was from Dr. Charles. The doctor was anxious, hoping that this wasn’t a talk about her overreacting behavior with Dani. Taking a deep breath to call her nerves, she makes her way down to the morgue. When she gets to the hallway that leads to her destination, she is caught up with Will and Connor. They greet each other, but Morgan ignores them, and she especially ignores the concerning looks that they were both giving her. The boys stop in front of the morgue’s door, but Morgan does not feel like sticking around for their conversation, so she walks in between them and enters.

Dr. Charles is standing in the room alongside the medical examiner and he greets her. “Dr. Fitzgerald, here.” He hands her a sheet and she looks down to it. It’s the results for her patient, Dani who was lying dead in front of her. Morgan takes the paper and takes a step away from the body, Dr. Charles notices. Soon, Halstead and Rhodes step into the room. “Gentlemen,” Dr. Charles says, also handing them a sheet.

Rhodes looks down and reads the results, coming to the same conclusion Morgan did when she read it. “Dani OD’ed on chemo. That explains why she seized in the street.”

Dr. Charles nods and gives a sigh out, “that’s not the troubling part. Yeah, she was loaded up on chemo. But this woman,” he says to Dr. Fitzgerald, “never had cancer.” It was like he was trying to tell her that she could not have saved her, that it wasn’t her fault that she was gone. 

All Morgan knew was that it didn’t help.

         ❦

Now, Dr. Choi, Dr. Halstead, Dr. Rhodes, and Dr. Fitzgerald stood in Mrs. Goodwin’s office listening to Dr. Charles’s hypothesis about the two women who OD'd on chemo.

“Two patients in one day overdose on chemo and neither had cancer.” He hands something to Mrs. Goodwin while Morgan goes through the patients’ charts.

“Which, I must admit, does seem suspicious.” Goodwin replies, setting her glasses on her nose.

“Well, it could be a new oncologist in town making incorrect diagnoses.” Connor remarks, but doesn’t sound like he has convinced himself.

“Or even just mixing up a few charts,” Dr. Choi adds.

“Yeah, but even then, why the overdoses?” Morgan asks, finally looking up to the people in the room. “And on the same day? It doesn’t add up.”

“What do we know about these women?” Sharon asks, taking off the glasses and pointing her attention to Dr. Charles.

“Jessica’s note said she felt betrayed.” He answers her.

“And Dani’s girlfriend said Dani was upset about something, but wouldn’t talk about it,” Will speaks up.

“Something was going on with both of these women,” the psychiatrist continues.

“Yeah, but we don’t have any medical records, and no information that might link them.” Morgan points out looking back to the charts, trying to find some reason as to why they overdosed on chemo.

Goodwin brainstorms out loud, “I’m going to get in touch with some local oncologists, see if there have been any problems with their chemo or if they’ve had other patients in the same condition. Thank you,” she nods to the doctors and they begin to head out. Connor places his hand on Morgan’s lower back and leads the two of them away from Choi and Halstead.

“Hey, are you okay?” The look on his face shows that he knows what she’s going through.

“Um,” Morgan hesitates and breathes out, looking down the hall where Will seems to be waiting for her. “Yeah, it’s just that–” Morgan trails off, looking everywhere but Connor’s eyes.

“It’s Olivia’s birthday,” he finishes for her and almost immediately, tears begin to cloud Morgan’s eyes. She collapses against her friend, his arms immediately wrapping around her.

Will watched them, he watched how open and vulnerable Morgan was with Rhodes. He understood that they knew each other since their childhood, but Rhodes has been gone for the past few years, and Will had been there instead. Or maybe he hadn’t been, as he looked at Morgan sobbing in Rhodes’s arms, he wondered if he ever really knew her, if she could ever allow him in her life like she allows Connor. He walks away from them, giving them space and himself time to think.

Connor reluctantly pulls away from Morgan, wiping away the tears from her face. “She would’ve been 32 years old, possibly married, maybe a few kids. I don’t know, I’ll never know,” Morgan whispers the last part, looking down at her feet. “I don’t know why I’m letting this affect me so much.” She angrily sighs out, turning away from Connor.

He lays a hand on her shoulder, “It was barely four years ago and Olivia was brutally murdered, it’s gonna take time. Maybe you should talk to Dr. Charles.”

“Well how much time until I am so distracted that I end up affecting a patient?” She yells, receiving a few annoyed and confused looks from some bystanders. At this time Dr. Charles is stepping out of Goodwin’s office and his attention is brought to the two arguing doctors. Morgan doesn’t want to be analyzed by the psychiatrist and she’s tired of the look of pity on Connor’s face, so she decides to remove herself from the situation.

“Morgan–”Connor begins, but she has already begun to walk away.

         ❦

The end of her shift was two hours ago, but she was still at the hospital, on the roof staring at the Chicago skyline. She couldn’t go home, she knew she wasn’t gonna be able to get any sleep tonight. A breeze danced around the doctor’s body and she tried her hardest to retreat deeper into her jacket, but it wasn’t helping much. The wind pushed the curls of her hair to brush against her face and despite this very reason, Morgan liked having her natural hair out. She felt a little bit more in control, a bit more free, a bit more beautiful. The braids she had in her hair last month were getting harder to handle, so she was okay with letting her hair and scalp breathe for a bit. Over the years her hair grew remarkably well and she was starting to feel a lot more confident in herself. Maybe she’d let it out longer than a few weeks.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were still here.” Morgan turns to Connor’s voice, he’s walking towards her.

“Yeah, I have a patient downstairs that I don’t want to leave.” He looks at her, knowing that she’s not telling the whole truth. But he doesn’t push her, at least not for now.

“I heard what you did for me today.” He leans next to her on the railing, his eyes peering out as well.

“What? With Kelly?” She asks and Connor nods. “It’s no big deal. They’re all one big family and can get a little hostile without noticing. I just had a little talk with him.”

“How long had you known him?”

“I met him shortly after I started my residency here, through an ex.”

“An ex?” He chuckles, “who?”

“Someone not important. He’s not really in my life anymore. But after deciding to maintain my paramedic license, I rode along a few times with their station and got close to them. I had hoped I could use my relationship with them as an advantage to talk Kelly down.”

“Well thanks.” He nudges her and she smiles, “however, you don’t always have to come to my rescue. Especially when you won’t let me come to yours.”

“It’s not that Connor, it’s just that sometimes there’s this look you give me. Like I’m broken and you want to fix me. I already get it from the rest of my family, and from Hayden. I don’t want that from you.”

“I understand, but it’s because I care about you Morgan.” He slings an arm around her shoulder and she leans against him.

“I appreciate it, and I promise that I’ll let you know if I need rescuing. But for now, let me just have my best friend, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll hold you to that promise.” He chuckles. For a moment, they’re quiet, leaning against each other, letting their troubles past them even for just a moment.

“So, you and Dr. Zanetti? I did not see that coming.” She looks at Connor skeptically and he scoffs at her.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He looks down at Morgan, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know, it’s just that she’s her and you’re you. She’s the definition of an egotistical surgeon and you’re not.” Connor looks at her, urging her to continue, but Morgan knows it’s not her place. “But that’s just my opinion, I’m sure she’s nice and you wouldn’t be dating her if there wasn’t something there.”

“Is there some history between the two of you.” He asks, removing his arm from around the ED doctor.

“Just some disagreements on invasive versus less invasive procedures, it’s not a big deal. Don’t let my professional troubles ruin your personal life.” Connor nods his head, still a little wary of Morgan’s attitude towards his girlfriend. As he should be, Morgan felt a little jealousy clawing away at her insides, she didn’t understand why. It wasn’t like Connor was going to disappear out of her life now that he was dating Sam. Or maybe it was the fact that Morgan wasn’t his girlfriend, but that thought never crossed her mind.

“Are you dating anyone?”

“God, no. I don’t have the time for dates or caring about another person’s schedule. I did it a while in 2013, we dated, but we had opposite schedules and so I ended it.”

“When did you first get here? Morgan, that was almost three years ago!”

“No it was, two years ago. We broke up in 2014 and I just haven’t made time to go out.”

“God, you’re ridiculous.”

“Thank you, but I’m fine with it.” She shrugs and Connor just shakes his head, not really understanding her decision. If only he understood that the universe was working against the two, it was never the right time for the both of them.

“Come on Morgan, let me drive you home.” Morgan nods and the two of them make their way down to the first floor. She could feel a little bit of the weight rising off of her shoulders as the two of them finally left the hospital.

Part Three

[padme-amitabha]

You know I’m glad suitless!vader isn’t canon or that Anakin still retained his good looks if it means cant Disney make him a fuckboy in the comics! It was bad enough worry this writers would try to spin some weird sexual fantasy bullshit with Vader and some potential love interest...

I couldn’t agree more! It’s one of my biggest pet peeves in the fandom. Anakin’s journey is modeled like every tragic hero’s: his own choices and his flaws are his downfall. His injuries are a result of his own actions. I don’t see any reason to prefer Suitless!Vader other than because he would still have his good looks. If Anakin had not been stopped on Mustafar, he would have been unbearable and he would be even more arrogant because of his abilities. His defeat was necessary as Count Dooku predicted in the beginning of ROTS (“Twice the pride, double the fall”). Anakin shows his arrogance when he is denied the Rank of Master and shows it again on Mustafar when he decides he can overthrow Palpatine. The first time it leads to his moral downfall, and the second time it leads to permanent physical injuries. Star Wars has morals and the tragedy of Anakin Skywalker is a cautionary tale. It’s like a curve: the more Anakin rises in station in life, the more his arrogance grows and in ROTS, it peaks and then falls to the point he no longer cares about his force potential and he is back to his original position as a slave.

While Hayden is a very attractive man and helped bring the character of Anakin Skywalker to life, he isn’t Anakin; the actor is not the character. A character is more than just his looks. Still, there’s fanfiction for that. But I just can’t condone Disney sexualizing him or making him another Kylo Ren because that’s exactly how a Suitless!Vader is portrayed in most fics (and would probably be in the actual story). Besides, growing more and more powerful without check would make him a Gary Stu. His defeat was proof that being the Chosen One didn’t grant you immunity or plot armor. His injuries humbled him and he learned from his mistakes so he grew as a character. Anakin as a child was a simple good-hearted boy but being raised in the order - where everyone thought he was special - had made him arrogant. He started believing he was special and better than others. His constant complaining makes sense and his defeat made me realize he was not invincible.

I think Anakin has always been a prideful person (especially since he was of humble origins and longed for a life of significance) but he still managed to keep it to himself (like you can see him relent in the council meeting and he mostly complained to people he trusted like Padmé and Obi-Wan). It’s in the body language: he wants to be free and exercise free will but, in the end, he’s very submissive. In the same way, Vader has big plans with Luke but in front of the Emperor, he is submissive. He didn’t attack his Master till the very last moment when Palpatine wants to kill and not injure Luke. Becoming Vader was a part of his character development and it’s so much more interesting to see a hero actually struggle to adjust to his new life and deal with the repercussions and become a villain in the eyes of the next generation of heroes. I think it’s so much more relatable because everyone has dealt with mistakes in their lives. We are all shaped by our experiences.

 I don’t care all that much about sequel trilogy or their new content but it does bother me when they change pre-established characters for fan service. They just had to change Lucas versions of Anakin and Vader to fulfill fanboys’ male power fantasy when Lucas tried so hard to establish both of his heroes as  anything but generic male protagonists from action movies. I don’t think Marvel Vader is completely horrible but the way he deals with pain and memories of his past makes me completely unsympathetic towards him and I don’t believe he deserves redemption (especially since he continues to repeat the very things he regrets in the first place and because he is unnecessarily brutal). He is not Lucas!Vader so I don’t particularly care about other people’s fanfictions. Both TCW!Anakin and Marvel!Vader are more stoic than their Lucas counterparts and some of their actions are completely out of character, and they are also more overpowered (Lucas Anakin and Vader didn’t win in every duels they fought). And that sexual fantasy bullshit enrages me because while people are free to amuse themselves in whatever way they want, it should not be in Disney material they label as canon. They didn’t even need Suitless!Vader to come up with these absurd storylines.

Though as unbelievable as that crazy obsessed stalker nurse issue was, it still sent the message “Don’t be crazy and fancy Darth Vader”. The nurse got what we had all predicted in the end but Kieron Gillen’s OC is the worst character to ever exist because it seemed like he was having fun including his twisted fantasies. The entire “potential love interest” bit is rubbish because nobody can replace Padmé. Anakin was a demisexual and a romantic and sensitive guy but like TCW they want him to act like a straight white male and rob him of his individuality. Vader in the movies was respectable and this OC made everything into a joke. Did we see Boba Fett and other bounty hunters joking around with Vader and him tolerating that sort of nonsense in ESB? These writers have been given far too much creative liberty to screw around with good and complex characters. At this point, I think the comics are what I hate the most about Disney’s Star Wars.

[justalilnovice]

Detroit: Become Human OC

Once again I have been sucked into a new fandom. The fandom itself is not new and I am no stranger to the game, but my love for it has bloomed in the last couple of days and I want to share my OC with you all.

 Name: Maya Leslie Anderson

Android or Human: Human.

DOB: June 27th, 2013

Age: 25

Birthplace: Detroit city.

Eye Color: Misty grey.

Hair Color/Style: Dirty blonde, long and wavy.

Occupancy: Detective for DPD, investigator.

Nicknames: Red.

Aliases: Detective Anderson.

Height: 5′7″

Weight: 152lbs

Face Claim: Hayden Panettiere

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Personality:  Sarcastic, bubbly, determined, fast on her feet, hard headed, patient, cautious, thorough, trustworthy, selfless, stubborn, speaks her mind.

Clothing: Pretty loose clothing, tomboy style, blue jeans with holes, black combat boots, tanktop, tshirt, black leather jacket, wears her hair up a lot, small earrings, a small necklace, a watch, minimum makeup.

Relationships: Hank Anderson (father), RK800-Connor (crush, future boyfriend, fiancé), Gavin Reed (gossip buddies), Andrea Malik ( @angelsjudge​ ) (step mother)

Bio: Born in 2013, Maya is 13 years older than her brother Cole. Mother died when she was very young so she barely remembers her. When the wreck happened with the three inside, Maya lost her arm due to excessive bleeding and it was replaced with a bionic arm. She still remembers the day of the crash clearly. Maya grew up following her father and in his footsteps so she enlisted in the DPD program after high school. Top A student all her years of school so she was a quick pick on the list. Had a job within just a year of training. When Androids came into view she immediately was drawn to them, fascinated and even adored them. Once she saw how they were being treated however she became angry, irritated. She sees them as humans, and defends any who are in trouble from protestors and pedestrians. If there’s an android on scene she will handle it first and keep it calm if needed before going off to help her father, or whoever is in charge.  

When Connor comes in the scene, she’s immediately smitten with him. Witty, charming, nerdy, and downright cute he is. She playfully banters with him, teasing and gossiping with Connor pretty much every day, and when he comes to help on scene, or is just in her presence normally, she has the biggest smile on her face. Her father notices too how dopey she is around him, and even he begins to tease her. Maya loves to flirt with Connor and watch his LED turn yellow for a split second and go back to blue; it’s amusing and adorable. 

Maya comes in along the first homicide that’s investigated, the 28 stab wound victim. Since then she’s pretty much in every scene you have of Connor and Hank, and some with just her and Connor.  She looks after her father a lot, knowing about his drinking and depression problems so Maya tries to help him out as much as she can. 

Extra: Junk foodie, doesn’t know how to cook unless it comes out of a box and is premade, takeout junkie, energy drinks instead of coffee although she won’t say no to a cup of java, loves carnivals, likes adrenaline rushes, master at the arcade, stays up until around 2am usually on work night because of well work, on call 24/7, stays at Hank’s place every weekend, likes going on walks with Sumo, hates the cold, tolerates Gavin, good friends with Andrea, likes old rock music, can literally sleep anywhere anytime (has slept standing up before). 

Feel free to ask questions, or if you would like to use the outline go ahead! :)

[mrs-dragneel-stark-solo]

Made for Me (part 3)

Pairing:  Hayden Christensen x Lexi!OFC

word count: 3566

Warning:choking, hair pulling, oral (M/F) receiving,smoking,tied down,master/pet, blindfolded, ice use,toy use,unprotected sex.

Note: this is a fic I created for the amazing @thorne93​ since she’s been such an amazing friend and because she wrote me a steamy professor!tony x reader/ bruce x reader. I hope this lives up to the standards of smut seeing as it's my first time writing it! Enjoy!  Send me some feedback or some love.

Songs played while writing this:

Sexy Dirty Love- Demi Lovato

Come and get it- Selena Gomez

Boyfriend- Ariana Grande

Be Mean- DNCE

Addicted- Saving Abel

He dropped everything on the floor and with a look of pure animalistic hunger he strode up to her with determination, crashed his lips into hers. He puts his hands on her waist and feeling the soft material and then moves his hands to grab her ass and slap it.  There was a delicious sting that came with the feel of his hand as he pulled back his hand  and brought it down on her other cheek to match. The kiss deepened and he coaxed her lips to part for him with his tongue, it wasn’t that hard to  get  Lexi to comply which he liked but he wanted to dominate her completely and he knew he’d get it one way or another. He couldn’t take it anymore. He picked her up  and tossed her onto the bed. 

“Not a single movement or peep from you or it all ends right here. Got it?” his tone full of control and want. “I need to go get something from that closet of yours.” he smirks deviously, causing her to rub her thighs together. “Tsk. tsk. Tsk.” He shakes his head. “Do you want to get punished pet?”  he raises his eyebrows to see if she’d respond.

She knows better than to disobey him so she nods her head. 

“That's what I thought.” he wraps his fingers around her neck squeezing gently and kisses her. “Now be a good pet for me and wait.” he walked back into the closet and found a blindfold and some rope he figured this is something she’d be into. 

Lexi  turns her head to see him holding some things in his hands and her eyes widen seeing what exactly it was. She knew things were about to take a turn for the best and she licked her lips in anticipation. 

“You like what you see?” he asks with a glint in his eye. He walked over to her dipping the bed with his weight he grabbed her hand leaving a trail of kisses and then proceeded to tie her wrist to the metal bed frame. And did the same with her ankle he slowly trailed his fingers from her breast down to just close to her mound and then back up. He crawls between her legs and nestles himself against her feeling just how we her pussy was for him. “God Lexi is this all for me?” he caresses her inner thigh and palms her clothed sex using his thumb to rub circles on her clit. “Your so fucking wet for me already.”

“All for you.” she whispers “and only for you.” her hips instinctively start to grind on his hand feeling the friction give her clit a sweet burn on her throbbing clit. 

Hayden groans feeling the spot on her bodysuit dampen even more. “Tell who owns this pussy?” he presses his thumb harder and moves faster over her clit. 

“You do” she mutters tossing her head back in ecstasy. 

“I do what?” he pulls his thumb away and she makes a sound of protest.

“You do...Master” she wasn't really sure what he wanted her to say so she went with this hoping it would be right. 

“Thats right pet your all mine,” his hands move to tie her other wrist and ankle to make sure she won't be able to go anywhere. “Now this isn’t exactly what I had planned but we’ll make do with what we have now won't we?” he walks his fingers from her inner thigh ghosting over her clit and reaches for her nipple giving it a tug and leans forward to capture her lips again this kiss was different it was soft, and tender compared to the hungry desperate kiss from earlier. 

She hums perfectly content kissing him, she feels him moves kissing her cheek and her neck and shoulder looking for that sweet spot of hers. He found it eliciting a moan to escape from her mouth. He smiles feeling her squirm underneath him the slight rock of her hips against his cock makes him harden with every movement so he presses down on her so she can feel just how much he wanted her.

“Oh my look what we have here” he lifts slightly to see her moving. “Is there something you want?” he simply asks. “You can speak now pet.” his hand moves to cup her face. 

“I-I  want you...Master please make me yours.” she grinds her hips feeling him grow harder against her pussy. 

“As you wish,” He moves back so he can give her a view as he pulls his shorts down letting his cock spring out and lightly hit her pussy. “You’ve been very compliant with me my dear.” he hooks his fingers in the material of her bodysuit and  pulls the bottom part to the side. With his other hands he gives a few strokes and then uses her juices to slick himself up. He lines up the tip of his cock with her entrance and slowly pushes himself in until he’s hilted completely. This time however he doesn’t give her time to adjust to his size, he pulls out and slams back in. “fuck Lexi your so damn tight.” he grunts.

“Fuck Hayden!” she yells feeling how he wasn’t planning on stopping he slams into her for a few minutes and she could feel the familiar warm sensation start to build up between her thighs. As if reading her mind he slowed down. “Go faster.” She pleaded with him trying to move her hips to bring the speed back up. “Please!” she moans as he pinches her nipples. 

“How about we kick it up a notch?” she can hear the hint of something in his voice. “Stay still.” he orders. He picks up the blind fold that he left near her ankles and covers her eyes with it. She’s become alert of her surroundings and her other senses have become stronger. She feels the bed move and she feels him pull out. She gives a small complaint

“Where are you going?” she asks trying to hear where he was walking towards. She gets no response from him. “Hayden?!” 

The footsteps become faint and she strains to listen hoping to figure out where he had gone.

 He on the other hand had a mission that  required something from the kitchen. Finding what he needs he rushes back to the room. “Relax darlin’ I'm right here.” me smirks granted she coudn’t see it but fuck if he wasn’t aroused seeing her tied up and vulnerable all thanks to that gorgeous bodysuit of hers. “What,you’d get scared I left you like this?” she can hear the amusement in his voice.

“Where did you go?” she asks in a demanding tone. And I had hoped you didn’t plan on doing that either.” she turns her head.

“Relax I wouldn’t do that to you okay?” he soothes and helps her relax. 

“Okay.” She whispers. She jumps at the cold feeling of something wet  sliding up from her navel to the top of her breasts.  “Ah! That's cold Anakin.” She shivers and tries to move away but fails. 

“Just a little something to cool you down my dear,” he kisses the trail that the ice had left then he  peppered kisses over her breasts and each time he moved to  a new spot the ice would replace his lips right after. “Tell me my sweet pet  exactly do you feel right now?”

“I feel cold, and a liquid  runs down the side of my boobs.” She gave him a response. “What exactly are you trying to do to me?” she cocks her head to the side. “If it's to drive me insane then its working.” she huffs

“Partially but now back to what I was doing before the ice.” he sucks the piece of ice into his mouth. “Mmmm.” he hums admiring the work he had done on you. He hooks his fingers and yanks the bodysuit to the side, hungrily he latches his mouth onto her clit.

Lexi gasps at the sudden attack she felt directed to her oversensitive clit. Just when she was getting used to him swirling his tongue around her clit he moved himself lower down to her entrance and would dip in. He did this for a good while making her wet enough so that he could enter. Once he saw how soaking wet she’d gotten he got up and lined himself up and entered letting her adjust for a moment before finding the right rhythm for the two.

“God your so fucking tight dollface.” he grunts going a little faster. “It's a perfect fit like you were made for me.” His tone is soft and tender.

“ Anakin, I don’t know how much more I can take.” All the teasing had her overstimulated she couldn’t  take any more of it. She just wanted her sweet  release. 

“Oh no my dear I’m not through with you yet.” He smirks taking off the blindfold and having her see the lust  filled eyes only for her.  Not wanting to delay this anymore he began making his thrusts harder and gripping her hips tightly he lifted her a bit higher so that the new angle would hit her G-spot. “I plan on fucking you until you can't get up! I want to hear you scream my name pet!" He uses the new angle to slap her ass with one hand and snakes his fingers around her neck. There was something primal about how she looked being choked that he knew would always be a turn on for him.

"Hayden...I'm getting close," she tells him. She  feels like every thrust will turn her crazy.  “Go faster!" she thrashers feeling him abuse her g-spot repeatedly making the heat pool at her center faster.

"You got it baby girl." His pace quickens both are on the verge of cumming. He does the only thing he can think of, pinching her clit. 

“Hayden!”She sucks in a breath and feels the explosion of ecstasy he thrusts a few more coming right after her. She could feel their releases mixing within her walls and she loved it. 

"God dammit darlin', I’ve never felt like this.” he Slows down his pace letting enjoy the feeling. he pulls out and moves up to his her. "You're something special my pet and now I can't let you go." he smooths her hair and begins to release her of the binds at her wrists and ankles. 

"I think I'm in love." She sighs giving him a look of pure adoration. "I don't want you to leave my side." She moves to caress his cheek.

Leaning  into her touch he smiles at her in a loving way. “l think I'm falling in love with you too Vette." They both ended up just laying in bed embraced in each other’s arms until they could feel the stickiness of their release. Hayden got up and went to get a warm washcloth to clean themselves up.

“Are you still going to want to go out?” she asks him sitting up as he moves around the room putting things back. “We could just stay here and watch a movie and order some takeout.” She’s too tired to even  move after all of the things they did.

He walks back to the bed and sits next to her. “I would still like to go out maybe cut it down to just going to a restaurant and then we could come back and relax for the rest of the day.” he draws circles on her thigh.

“I think we can do that, for how long will you be able to stay?” She hoped she’d get more time with him so that they could spend time creating some memories before he has to go back to his life as an actor. “That way we can plan accordingly with your schedule.”

“Well the movie doesn't start shooting until 3 months from now,” He looks up at her and smiled as if reading her mind. “This should give us enough time to do all sorts of things and  don’t worry I’m not planning on leaving so soon.” he kisses her hand and brings it to his heart. “ You won’t be able to get rid of me just yet.” he winks.

“Okay let me get into something else because this is ruined and then I can put on the dress you picked out for me,” She giggles feeling his stubble tickle her hand. “Why don’t you go get dressed and we can meet in the living room?” she suggests. 

“I think that's a great idea, I will see you in a bit.” he gets up, kisses her softly and heads to his room to wear one of his casual suits.

Meanwhile Lexi pulled off the bodysuit and went to grab one of her strapless bras and picked up the dress that was strewn on the floor near the entrance of her closet. There’s a thunk sound and she looks down to see one of her vibrators. Raising her eyebrows she sees that it's the one that can be controlled by an app, she shakes her head figuring out what he had wanted to do. Two can play at that she thought she threw the matching the panties back in the drawers and slid into the dress and pulled out a pair of stockings that had little bows at the back and pulled out some black suede heels to complete the look.

“Alright I’m ready anakin!” she says in a bubbly tone as she walks into the living room and is met with a very dashing Hayden in a blue suit with a white dress shirt. “Well hello there Mr. celebrity. She walks up to him swinging her hips.

“Wow.” he looks mesmerized walking around Lexi he whistles. “Damn doll you look ravishing, let's get going.” he heads to open the door for her and then offers his arm so that they can head to the car that he had ordered so that they could head to the little romantic restaurant that he had found. 

“I know what you were planning by the way,” she slyly comments. “I saw the vibrator you picked out, give me your phone.’ she simply asked extending her palm towards him.

“No you didn’t.” he hands her the phone and watches her do a few things and return the phone to him. He takes a look and see’s that she’s downloaded the app that goes with the toy.

“Now you have full control of it to use whenever you’d like.” she winks and grabs his hand to let him feel that she’s wearing it over her skirt. “Have fun Sir.”

He groans and bites his lip knowing now that she still wanted to go through with what he had planned. “Say it again, please.” 

“Sir is there anyway I can please you right now?” he looks up at him through her lashes.

He takes that opportunity to nod his head. “I do have one request pet,” he can feel how tight his pants have gotten. “Give me some release.” he commands.

“Your wish is my command master.” she gets down on her knees and settles between his legs. “Any special requests Sir?” she palms him through his pants making the ache worse.

She watches him pull the zipper down and lets his cock spring free from its confines. She looks at his thick cock hungrily, eager to please him she captures him in her mouth slowly bobbing her head until she can feel him hit the back of her throat.

“Fuck baby that mouth of yours feels amazing on my cock.” he throws his head back enjoying the feeling of her mouth wrapped around him.  His hands go into her hair and he starts pushing himself more into her mouth.

She gags a bit but is able to take him on and matches his movement with her own, with one hand she massaged his balls and with the other she stroked what she couldn’t fit into her mouth and started to hum creating a vibration. He took this moment to hop into the app and press a random vibration pattern to use and it was the best thing he could have done because she sucked in a breath and started sucking him hard.

“If you keep going like that I won't last much longer.” he pulled at her hair hoping to get her to go harder .

With a wet pop she stopped. “Is that what you want sir?” she coyly asks. “Would you like to cum in my mouth?” She doesn't actually give him a chance to respond, going back to suck him hard bobbing her head as fast as she could making  him squirm under her touch. His hands grab fistfuls of hair and starts thrusting into her mouth. She feels him twitch and swirls her tongue around his sensitive head.

“Fuck!” he grunts and blows his load into her mouth.

She takes everything he’s got and then milks him dry. “I hope that was to your liking?” she wipes a few drops from her lips with her finger and licks them clean.

“That was so much more than I had expected my sweet pet.” He offers his hand so she can sit back down next to him and then proceeds to tuck himself back into his pants. 

She blushes and leans her head on his shoulder. “I love making sure my master is pleased in every way.” she interwines her fingers with him.

The car stops in front of one her favorite restaurants and she hadn’t even told him about this place. The driver opens the door for her  to let her out and then runs to the other side to get his door. As they are walking up the steps he gets recognized and soon they are being led to a private booth for the two to enjoy their meal.

“Did you this is actually one of my most favorite places to eat?” She holds his hand from across the table.

“Really? What a coincidence then, I saw that it had a bunch of great reviews so I figured we could come check it out.” he chuckles how it seems that they are indeed destined to be together. Just as he was going to say something else the waiter appeared.

“Good evening  and welcome, would you like to hear tonight's special?” he asks. The waiter looks from Hayden to Lexi and upon seeing her his eyebrows shoot up. “Hey Lexi!” he smiles and gives her a wave.

“Hey Jasper!” she smiles back at him. 

“Someone’s got a hot date tonight.” he winks. “Would you like the usual? Or the chef’s special he’s got something that I'm sure you're going to love!"

Lexi looks to Hayden and Silently asks what he would like.

"We'll take the chef's special." He closes his menu and hands it to Jasper. "think you could get us a bottle of champagne?"

"Of course Sir right away!" He takes both menus. " Enjoy your dinner."

The two talked for a moment while they waited for their meals. Jasper had returned with a bottle of their finest champagne and two glasses to toast.

"To new experiences," Hayden raises his glass to Lexi.

"To love and future moments like these." She couldn't help but blush feeling excited to see where this will take them.

Soon enough Jasper had come back to the table with another waitress bringing them a 3 course meal with a special for the two before they left. "Bon a petite!" he kissed his fingers like the Italians do.

"Wow this all looks incredible!" Lexi Says.

"If it tastes as good as it looks then l can know why you like this place so much." He smiles seeing how beautiful Lexi looked at this moment. He stopped to memorize every detail So that it will always be something special to him.

"What are you looking at?" She noticed him watching, making her blush.

"Just admiring how beautiful you look right now." 

“Hayden! You make me blush.” She fans herself looking down. “Do you wanna know a little secret?” She gave him a mischievous glint.

“What is my little pet up to now?” He cocks his head not knowing what she could have hiding.

She leans in closer to him so as not to have others hear her. “I’m not wearing anything underneath this dress.” she winks and continues eating like she hadn’t just told him the most delicious thing ever.

His eyes widen for a moment but remembers he has the upper hand. He pulls out his phone and enters the app to look for a strong vibration pattern. It’s his turn to smirk and watch for a reaction.

Lexi closes her eyes and bites her lip feeling the familiar pattern she would often use and allows herself to relax at the feeling of it. Her chest begins to rise faster. “Not bad but I should tell you now i’ve used that pattern many times it’ll take more than that to get a reaction out of me in public.” she says with an air of cockiness.

They continue their dinner commenting on how delicious it was and whether or not they would be able to finish it all.