#master x padwan

[thegreatwicked]

Your list is so impressive! 😭 can I ask for two? Padawan (of course), and I'm intrigued to know more about your originals! Would love a snip of "Not Your Fucking Grieving Widow"

Thanks love! Of course, you can! Let's start with Padawan!

“Quite insatiable, aren’t you?” You didn’t answer him, laying your lips on the juncture of his neck and shoulder. 

“Shh, focus my Padawan,” You teased, you would have given anything to see the look on his face at your use of the title for him.

"And what do you suggest I focus on?" 

Obi-Wan fought to maintain his Jedi focus in this new unchartered territory but with your hands exploring his body and your lips on his neck, it was proving to be quite difficult. 

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to push away the desire that threatened to consume him. As unorthodox as what you were doing was he couldn’t deny there was something spiritual about it, the way your breathing and hearts were as one and the gentle peace and pleasure lapping at the two of you creating a sense of intimate connection that both thrilled and terrified him.

But then you pressed against him again and moaned softly in his ear, “So tense Master,”

The use of the title and the sensation of your heated skin against his caused a groan to escape from deep within him. And you brought your hands up and began to rub his shoulders. He tensed briefly but then began to relax under your touch,.

“Maybe I can help,” 

Obi-Wan's resolve started to crumble as your hands moved up his neck and through his hair. 

Despite knowing it was a game he wasn't meant to win, Obi-Wan continued trying to hone his focus through the age old tradition of Jedi meditation with this new twist, and for a few moments, he saw some measure of success. 

Peace enveloped him the same way your hands caressed his shoulders and strangely enough, he felt more calm than usual, his breathing deep and steady at least for a little while. 

His composure waivered as your lips brushed against his ear and you felt him shudder as your hands dipped down the front of his chest brushing against his muscles feeling them flex and shift beneath your touch and every so often he'd let out a tiny breath. 

He was doing a good job of remaining composed, that was until you reached the drawstring waistband of his trousers, that was when he truly lost himself.

Your fingers danced along the seam of muscle and cloth for a moment before slipping a finger underneath then another until your hand enveloped his quickly thickening cock and he let out a low moan.

"Concentrate, Master," you chided, your words dripping with seduction as you continued to stroke him, "Feel the power of the force pulsating through you, driving your desires." You threw emphasis on words like feel and pulsating in tandem with how you stroked him, being a merciless tease.

"Y-yes," he muttered as your grip grew firmer. 

This was more than just a game; with you by his side, guiding him with both mind and body, he felt more connected to the force than ever before.

His rigid posture began to falter and his hands balled into fists, "Can you feel it, Master."

A low rumble raced through his chest, "You really are testing my patience, Padawan." He said in a voice that vaguely sounded like a warning. 

"Forgive me, Master, let me make it up to you." You slipped two fingers inside yourself, gathering the wetness there while your other hand stroked him slower and your thumb smeared his precum around the head of his cock.

Your teeth found his ear and you nipped at him, "Padawan," He warned again in a lower tone, but whatever threats he had in mind never came. Before he moved again to make good on his tone, you brought your fingers to his lips, painting them in your wetness. 

He quickly took them into his mouth with a deep unadulterated moan, his rigid posture failed him and he relaxed into your grip while the sucked on your fingers. You were on cloud nine, loving how you had this warrior of a man unraveling before you. The sensual power over him was intoxicating.

The way his tongue danced over your fingers with a heated intensity that sent little pulses of warmth through your body straight to your core. "Faster?" You asked him a little more out of breath than you'd intended.

He groaned onto your fingers, and shook his head, "Slower." He commanded, releasing your fingers and one of his hands slipped behind your head, pulling you into a kiss, one you could taste yourself on. "More." He growled.

Oh, I need to finish this one, don't I? Lord, the meditation sex trope, always good one. What crazy adventures will our Padwan and her Master get up to from here?? I'll tag you in the other one in a separate post for tagging purposes.

[im-poe-dameron]

THE ROCKROSE AND THE THISTLE

➛ THE BEGINNING

a/n: originally this fic was a one shot. except it became too long to keep it as one part so it's split into two. this is honestly me obsessing over the idea of anakin remaining anakin while being a sith. no armor, no mask, just him with yellow eyes. so i ran with it and turned it as angsty as possible.

summary: after the galatic republic fell to its knees, whispers of anakin skywalker begin to surface. claims that he was no longer the hero they once knew, but a darkness they came to fear. darth vader. yet when he begins to call to you in dreams, you make a choice that might kill you in the end. you choose…to save him.

OR old friends meet now as enemies.

word count: 4.5k+

pairing: anakin skywalker x f!reader; darth vader x f!reader

warnings: not explicit, angst, so much of it that it's insane, the hunger for what once was, anakin being evil, dark dreams, talk of death, trauma, fluff, padwan!anakin, soft romance, hopes being tarnished.

THE END | FIC MASTERLIST

His laughter stuck to your skin like a cold sweated fever that refused to pass. It edged its way towards your heart, breaking open your ribs and settling right underneath them. You gasped for air, the heat of the planet seeping into your already bare body with every passing second, and if you weren’t careful it might kill you. Choke you while you slept and continued to dream of the one person you couldn’t save—even if it wasn’t your job to do so.

“C’mon Bandit, that's the best you can do?”

You could see him, a smile on face as he danced around you—the assuredness in his stance and ease in his nature did nothing but make your heart twist violently. The both of you were so young. So innocent and naive; holding beliefs that the galaxy wasn’t as cruel as the Jedi Masters made it out to be. It was a hope that you held more than he did. A reminder in the back of your head that you hadn’t chosen to become this without knowing the consequences. After all, what was light without the darkness that crept around in the shadows, waiting for a chance to strike.

How oblivious were you to what was truly going on with him? How could you not see it? The turmoil behind those blue eyes of his, the pain that laced his voice with every word he spoke to you.

“Anakin,” you breathed, your hand clutching at the sheets that were tossed over your body.

“Well don’t just stand there padawan,” he called out as you were pulled once more into a dream you did your best to fight against.

Twisting your body away from the close swipe of his lightsaber, you felt the heat of the blade brush past your cheek. Master Obi-Wan had said you weren’t yet allowed to fight like this, but Anakin always did like to break the rules. Even if it meant getting hurt. Yanking your own lightsaber off the belt it hung loosely from, you pressed the switch—feeling and hearing the familiar thrum of it as it came to life.

“Last time I checked we’re both padawans Skywalker!” You dodged his move, nearly landing into the bushes that lined the edges of the training courtyard.

He shrugged. “Yeah, but in terms of training, I’m definitely ahead of you.”

Scoffing, you leapt forward, swinging the lightsaber towards his leg. He stepped out of the way, attempting to avoid being sliced open but your other leg got beneath his sturdy one, swiping it out from underneath him and causing him to topple to the ground. He fell with a groan of pain—his lightsaber landing a few feet away, now turned off. Anakin’s eyes went wide as you brought your green blade down until it was directly in front of his nose—nearly singing the hair off his face.

“You were saying?”

“What are you two doing?” Obi-Wan’s voice echoed off the walls, startling you from where you stood above Anakin. “I thought I told the both of you that training alone was off limits until you were ready.”

“Master—” Anakin began, his hand reaching out for something—eyes flashing up to see the panicked expression on your face.

“We were just—”

Obi-Wan raising his hand stopped you in your tracks, the all too familiar sigh leaving his lips as he walked towards you. Shifting your footing, you moved to give Anakin space to get up, but didn’t expect his lightsaber to fly through the air, nearly hitting you in the shoulder. He jumped up—a joyous cry of victory echoing around you as he swung his lightsaber towards you, the blue glow of his blade heading towards you.

Switching yours on with a swiftness neither of you knew you possessed, you managed to block his attack—the clashing of the two colors flashing before your eyes. Obi-Wan’s pleas for the both of you to cease whatever this was were suddenly drowned out as you glanced up—a smile on your face.

Expecting to see the friendly blue eyes you’d grown attached to, you felt a shock go through your system as you were met with a glowing yellow. The green of your blade was striking against the red of the lightsaber he held—his teeth bared in a snarl. Dropping your weapon, you stumbled back as he advanced, a cry of his name leaving your mouth. No longer were you friendly sparring with a boy you’d known as long as you’d been alive, but instead you now faced the man who had been twisted up inside—the man you couldn’t save.

“Anakin!” you shouted, hitting the cold ground beneath you.

Gasping sharply, you shot up in the makeshift bed you had on the rocky floor of what looked to be a cave. A ragged sob left you as you scrambled to gather the sheets around your body, tears streaming down your face while the memories of your dream played on repeat in your mind. Anakin’s face—the jagged scar running down his face, the sinister yellow eyes, the absolute fury in his expression—left you shaking. That was not the boy you had known, but a mere fragmented piece of him that still lived in your mind.

It took you a few minutes to remember where exactly you were and how you got there. But eventually you were able to recall landing on Tatooine, the call from Obi-Wan through the Force coming in loud and clear as you meditated on your ship. For years you’d been traveling from planet to planet. Hiding wherever you could and searching for any Jedi that might still be alive. You knew it was a small possibility, but you couldn’t ignore the tug in your gut at the idea.

So far you counted three. Obi-Wan, a boy from Bracca that recognized you when you hid on the planet, and Ahsoka Tano. The hunt for more put you in a state of constant weariness. With every Jedi you found dead, you continued to feel the break in your connection to the Force. The pain you suffered now brought you to the very edge of giving up entirely.

What use was being a Jedi if you had no one to protect but yourself?

You couldn’t even recall the image of your master’s face anymore, let alone remember what it felt like when peace lived within the galaxy. Now you were constantly looking over your shoulder. The fear of being found, always leaving you teetering on the edge of panic.

Exhaling out a stuttered breath, you heard your name called from the other side of the cave as Obi-Wan was roused from his own sleep. The twin suns were starting to rise in the distance—light breaking through the darkness within the rocks and you felt some sense of peace fill your lungs. For now you would push the nightmare aside and focus on the present. There was no use remaining in the past—in things you couldn’t change.

No matter how much you wished you could.

“Is everything alright?” Obi-Wan asked, his bare feet coming into your line of sight as he shuffled closer.

You nodded, the sweat sticking to the back of your neck. “Yeah I just…I had a nightmare.”

He sat beside you on the floor, offering you a small canteen filled with water, which you took gratefully. “About Anakin?”

Simply hearing his name brought the fire back into your chest, the pain that ran through your body returning with enough force to have you shrinking in on yourself. You only knew Anakin as a friend; had seen him one last time when he entered the Jedi Temple before you managed to escape and drag a few younglings with you. But Obi-Wan knew him like a brother. They were closer than you could have even imagined and while you sat there fighting back the pain—he’d already gone numb because of it.

There was speculation that he died on Mustafar. That Obi-Wan had delivered the final blow—put what once was his apprentice out of the agonizing misery he left him in. But you now knew otherwise. After all the whispers of sightings grew—claims that they’d seen the once heroic Anakin Skywalker destroying planets, killing innocent people—reached your ears. Until you had no choice but to let him in—find him through the one final connection you still had yet to cut off.

“I know where he is,” you muttered, staring at the light dusting of sunlight that covered the floor.

Obi-Wan turned quickly towards you. “What?” You nodded, tracing the cave’s entrance with your eyes. “Where?”

“Right where you left him,” you breathed. “I suppose Palpatine thought he was being funny by remaining on Mustafar.”

“He’s—” Obi-Wan let out a breath, looking down at his hands. You felt grief flicker through the Force—dark and muted. A stark contrast to his usual cerulean blue. “Did you see him?”

“That’s the awful part Obi-Wan,” you said, the tears streaming freely down your face. Or perhaps you hadn’t stopped crying in the first place. You could no longer tell. “He called to me…like you did, placing memories in my head of our past together. And—then I saw his face and his—his eyes are…” Trailing off you wiped roughly at your cheeks. “He’s no longer Anakin.”

“He called to you,” Obi-Wan murmured.

At first when the dreams started, you couldn’t tell if you were finally losing it or if your mind truly held a twisted sense of humor. Playing back every happy memory you shared with Anakin. Every daring adventure you both took together and more often than you would have liked, the kiss you shared in the middle of Tatooine—the night his mother died. It was a past you wished to forget and yet it was seemingly forced upon you night after night.

“Why?” You shut your eyes, once again seeing his yellow eyes flash in your mind. “What does he want with me?”

Obi-Wan stood, turning his back to give you a chance to dress yourself. “He may not even realize he’s calling out to you.”

Shoving your tunic back on, you tied it around your waist, your boots going on next. With the heat that spread around Tatooine you regretted showing up in the black clothing you wore, but they were all you owned. The black cloak you’d been wrapped in reminded you of the man you tried so hard to forget about. After all, it was his to begin with.

One freezing night on Ilum—a mission to get him a new kyber crystal after he destroyed his lightsaber—led to him handing over his cloak. In a foolish turn of events, you forgot yours on the ship and Anakin didn’t want to return back to Obi-Wan with you half frozen to death. You could recall the way he’d wrapped it around the both of you, his arms tight on your waist as you hid in the caverns of the planet. What you thought would be simply another mission, wound up being far more than you expected. 

You realized the depth of your love for him in the perils of a planet that would end you without mercy. The irony wasn’t lost to you. Trapped in a place that felt like your fury of emotions—the danger of what you harbored like a fugitive.

Sure, you’d shared your fair share of emotions with him, kissing here and there, but nothing progressed further than that. His heart had always belonged to another. And you accepted it without question.

“He’s dreaming,” you whispered, picking up your lightsaber and clipping it to your belt.

“His mind may not yet be settled completely in the dark side of the Force. It would betray him in dreams.”

“But why me? Why not you?” They held a closer bond and Anakin would surely call for his former master before he called for the girl he once entertained the idea of feelings with.

“You represent a time in his life when he was happy.”

“So do you. So why does he—”

“I left him half alive on Mustafar. Padme is dead,” Obi-Wan stated monotonically as if he were reading it from a book. “His mind wouldn’t turn to memories of a woman he could no longer reach. If anything that would only push him further into the dark side.”

You sighed, the pain in your head now spreading down to your neck. “Unless he’s trying to figure out where his children are.”

“No, he doesn’t know they’re alive.”

Letting out a breath, you tried to focus on the small inkling of light that came through the Force. Your last attachment to it suddenly become your life line every night you fell asleep; the pain of reliving your past was so grueling it became torture in its own way. You felt the familiar press of Obi-Wan’s energy against the back of your mind as he gently asked for permission to see what you saw. To relive the memories with you.

“You won’t like what you find in there,” you muttered, slipping on the cloak that somehow still carried fragments of Anakin in the fabric.

“Perhaps not, but nonetheless Bandit.” Flinching at the nickname bestowed upon you by Anakin himself, you relented and allowed your walls to collapse to the ground beneath you.

None of it mattered anymore. Not the love you felt for him or the anguish you endured when he fell for someone else, because he wasn’t Anakin anymore. He merely wore the face of a man you thought you knew once upon a time—a memory that refused to die.

“Just remain still,” Obi-Wan said, watching as you returned back to where you were sitting, your legs crossed and eyes falling shut. “This won’t hurt.”

You both knew it was a lie, but you didn’t care much at that point. He’d already delved past your walls and was now digging through your memories, yanking up each one that Anakin had placed there. Inhaling sharply you dug your nails into your clothed thighs as he pulled up one that proved you and Anakin both went against the Jedi Code at least once in your life.

Once again his laughter filled your mind, splintering your heart in two.

“Tell me Bandit,” Anakin leapt over a rock in the middle of a river, his boots splashing water everywhere. “Why didn’t you want to come here?”

You sighed, picking up a stone and tossing it—watching with satisfaction as it floated in the air for a second. Courtesy of Anakin attempting to show off his powers.

You were sent to Kashyyyk as a part of the Jedi's diplomatic training for padawan, but halfway through Master Yoda told the both of you to stand guard near the camps. Which led to Anakin and you residing in the middle of a river, watching as birds flew overhead. The sounds of the forest around you breathed life into your lungs.

“I can’t help it if my master thinks I need diplomatic training,” you replied, emphasizing the word diplomatic with a roll of your eyes.

“Every Jedi needs it.” He tossed a pebble your way, watching you focus to float it in mid-air, copying him. “Or at least that’s what Obi-Wan tells me.”

“And what do you think?”

He shrugged. “I think that diplomatic training helps us make a difference in the galaxy. We’re meant to be peacemakers right?”

“I guess…” Shifting, you turned to see another bird fly overhead, making a shrill sound you’d never heard before. “But what’s the point of being a peacemaker when so many think of the Jedi as soldiers?”

“That’s where the training comes in handy,” he said, a grin spreading across his lips.

“Then tell me Skywalker, what makes you such an expert in the diplomatic areas of life?”

He tossed another pebble, laughing when it hit your shoulder. “Sometimes you have to make negotiations as a Jedi.” He jumped to shore, dropping another stone to the collection he’d been steadily building since you found the river.

“Ah yes but not all of them are peaceful,” you called out, following him and landing on another closer rock.”

“Obi-Wan likes to call them…aggressive negotiations.”

“Let me guess… That means negotiations—”

“With a lightsaber,” he finished for you—smiling.

You fell into laughter at that, throwing your head back as a lovely ache spread through your stomach. Only for it to quickly divert into a yelp at the feeling of your foot slipping on the rock. Losing your balance, you quickly tried to right yourself, but knew there wouldn’t be a way to fix it in time. So you gave into the fall. The pain would last for a moment, but Anakin’s hand grasping onto your wrist steadied your movements. He brought you back to a standing position. Where you promptly fell against his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked, hands cupping your cheeks to tilt your head back.

Nodding, you felt your throat dry up once you realized exactly how close he stood to you. It wasn’t right to feel the sharp tug in your heart at the sight of his blue eyes which bored into yours—the color nearly putting the river itself to shame. You shouldn’t hold these feelings for a fellow padawan—you knew the rules inside and out, and yet…he still hadn’t let go of your face. His thumbs rubbed gently at your cheeks, a faint smile playing on his lips as he saw your own part slightly.

“What would you call this?” you inquired breathlessly, hands pressing against his chest and feeling his heartbeat beneath them.

Anakin breathed out a puff of laughter—the warmth of it washing across your cheek as he moved even closer. “A polite conclusion.”

Before you could smile, he dipped down, pressing his lips against yours and effectively ceasing your words. You’d always wondered if he would ever kiss you a second time after what happened on Tatooine. Neither of you spoke of it again after he pulled away and left you standing there, but you knew something had shifted between the both of you. Just like it did now. Sliding your hands up until your arms wrapped around his neck, you tried to keep yourself balanced as he once again tore the ground up from underneath you.

It was him pulling you closer that did you in. His lips were soft—you always knew they would be—and it took everything in you not to ask for more than just this. The warmth of his tongue pressing against your bottom lip jerked you out of your reverie, causing you to practically tear yourself away from him. His arms only tightened around your waist, lips more insistent as he coaxed you once more into a kiss that shouldn’t have happened.

You opened your mouth, melting into his hold as his tongue pressed against yours and felt the steady thrum of your heart speed up exponentially. Until you were sure it would burst out of your chest.

“Beautiful,” he murmured—pressing a kiss to your jaw.

“They could find us,” you said, fighting against the haze he put you in. “They could—”

“I don’t care.”

Three words shouldn’t have made you submit so easily, but there you were giving into his kiss yet again. Whimpering into his mouth and kissing him back with enough fervor to throw him off slightly, causing him to stumble back a bit. This shouldn’t happen. It wasn’t right. Jedi weren’t meant to form attachments. Especially not with other Jedi. The heat of his tongue against yours shoved the words right out of your mind, but still something continued to feel off.

It wasn’t…right.

This…didn’t—it didn’t feel…right.

“Enough!” you exclaimed, shoving Obi-Wan out of your mind as you clutched your head, the tears now falling down your face in waves. Heaving in a ragged breath, you tried to piece the walls that enclosed your mind back together, but found you couldn’t.

“I didn’t mean—”

“Just don’t,” you snapped. “Did you find what you were looking for?”

You knew it wasn’t right to turn your anger on Obi-Wan, but there was so much of it that you couldn’t stop it even if you tried. At this point you weren’t sure if the anger truly belonged to you or if it was Anakin’s pouring into you from the Force. Still you struggled to maintain it, breathing deeply as you fought to get back to the light side of the Force.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, watching as the inside of your mind waged war on itself. “I know why he’s calling out to you.”

“Why?” you asked, helpless against the mental anguish that you were going through.

“He loves you.”

Scoffing, you struggled to get to your feet. “Don’t be ridiculous Obi-Wan. He never loved me.”

“If you believe that then there’s no hope in saving him.”

Turning, you felt the anger flood your veins, shoving its way to the surface. “Saving him?” you shouted. “There’s no saving him! He murdered the people we cared about. Younglings! He turned himself into what they wanted him to be—what they molded him to be.”

“We’re Jedi. We must keep the peace no matter the cost—”

“And how far will you go to keep this peace? My death? Your death? The death of Luke, of his sister?” Obi-Wan’s eyes narrowed. “Anakin Skywalker is dead. In his place Darth Vader walks the path of the Sith.” You shut your eyes, doing what you could to right your mind. “Saving him was never an option.”

“We have to try.”

“I don’t,” you replied, effectively shutting yourself off from the Force as Obi-Wan attempted to push his way through to you.

“Then what will you do? Keep hiding?”

“Yes!” you cried. “I will keep hiding, because the Jedi Order is gone and everything we stood for, everything that kept the balance…he destroyed. I would rather think him dead than be constantly reminded of his betrayal.”

Obi-Wan stood, his expression exactly the same as when he told you of what transpired that fateful night. “You’re being selfish and that’s not the Jedi way.”

“Fuck you.” The words were spat out harshly in his direction. “I choose to forget all that pain and if that makes me selfish…then so be it. Perhaps you should try it.”

You were being cruel to him—unfair—because the anger inside of you could no longer be contained behind the walls of your mind. Whether it was yours or Anakin’s you could no longer tell, but it hurt either way. It felt as if you were being stabbed repeatedly in the heart with every new memory, dream, and hope that was shoved your way. Obi-Wan’s ideas of saving Anakin were merely fantasy. Yet that didn’t stop you from believing they could be true—that you might be able to save him and stop this madness.

“Do you think I haven’t tried?” His words startled you. “I wish I could forget what I did to leave him there, how I nearly killed him. It haunts me with every dream and every memory—just as it does you Bandit, but I…do not have the luxury of forgetting.”

He was right. You knew it down to the very marrow of your bones that being able to forget was simply a transparent hope you held onto. Eventually it would shatter in your hands, leaving you bleeding in the end, just as he did. Only how could you try and save the man who did so much damage? Who broke your heart over and over again simply to gain the power to save the ones he loved from death.

“He’ll kill me,” you whispered, eyes staring at the now orange sky that peeked through the entrance of the cave.

“How do you know?”

Scoffing, you glanced at Obi-Wan. “I just do. Even if he did love me, love is a weakness to Sith.”

“Yes. You’re right.” He stepped closer, his palm falling to your shoulder and grasping it softly. “But a weakness in Anakin’s case could be just what’s needed to save him.”

You wanted to deny his words, to pretend you could simply remain as you were. A fugitive in a galaxy that was under siege—a galaxy that could no longer be saved. But the familiar feeling that pulled at the back of your mind rose up—making space in the hollow space of your chest that once housed your heart. The need to help. To bring peace once more and show that the Jedi of old weren’t gone entirely.

“I don’t know if I can face him,” you whispered, staring at the lines of your palm in the hopes that they would make his eyes vanish from your mind. That you wouldn’t have to live with this suffering.

“We all have to face him eventually,” Obi-Wan admitted.

You knew what he meant; how the feelings waged a war in his own mind too. He was just as terrified to finally see the man he once knew, to witness what Anakin had become, what the dark side turned him into. The fear still lingered in his mind, overtaking everything he knew like a plague. There was never any other alternative than this. The second Anakin turned, the both of you were left with nothing else to do except scatter amidst the galaxy.

It was a grief that weighed heavy on your shoulders.

A loss you’d never come back from.

“There’s nothing we can do to help him.” As much as Obi-Wan wanted to see otherwise, you knew that to be the truth. Anakin was beyond helping, but even still you found yourself unable to let go of the hope. That constant echo of what once was now resurfacing the longer you tried to fight against this.

You were a keeper of the peace. A protector of those who couldn’t protect themselves.

You were everything Anakin turned his back on and somehow in a twisted way…it might just be what could bring him back.

Obi-Wan watched as you fought with yourself. Your mind was dark and filled with turmoil, but then he saw it. The small glimmer of something bright reflecting back at him. That once evergreen hue flickering to life again—matching the light of the weapon you once wielded with pride. He watched as the Jedi you once were—the master you came to be—bloom before his very eyes. Obi-Wan try as he might would not be the one to bring Anakin back from the dark side. Even you might not succeed in this task, but he could see the determination in your eyes, the power that filled your stance.

In the depths of your memories he saw the truth. The reason why he urged you to go.

You would die for Anakin.

Just as he would have died for you.

It was a bond stronger than any he’d witnessed before and he could see that you knew it as well.

“I’ll need a ship,” you said, finality echoing in your tone—eyes sharp and clear.

He grinned, reached for his cloak and the small pack of credits. “I’m sure there’s something to be found.”

[thealtoduck]

Reunion

Cal Kestis x Male Mirialan ex-Jedi!Reader

Warnings: You flirt with stormtroopers…

Part 1: Being a mirialan jedi youngling and getting your kyber crystal…

Y/l/c = Your lightsaber color

Summary: After the fall of the Jedi Order you fled to Raxus Secundus for your survival, 5 years later Cal Kestis and the crew of the Stinger Mantis land on Raxus Secundus with their ship in need of repairs…

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You walked in to the cantina looking around at the different patrons, you walked and sat down at the bar. The bartender soon showed up in front of you and asked ”What can i get you?”. You thought for a second and decided ”A phattro, please”.

”Coming right up” he said and soon placed a glass filled with a purple beverage in front of you. You took a sip and a familiar refreshing taste hit you. Two off-duty stormtroopers were sitting a few chairs away from you, their helmets placed next to their drinks.

They were looking towards you. You gave them a small smile and raised your glass to them in a little ”cheers”. They smiled back at you and grabbed their drinks and helmets coming over to you, sitting down on each of your sides.

”Hey beautiful, what’s your name?” said the one to your left. ”I’m Y/n, what’s yours?” you said in a alluring tone. ”They call me Red” he introduced himself with a smirk. You turned to the trooper to your right and asked ”And you?”. ”Spikes” he answered cooly.

”How may i be of assitance for the troops?” you asked taking another sip of your drink. ”Well, we’ve had a lot to attend to lately and it can get very stressfull” Red explained. ”Extremely stressfull” Spikes added. ”And we thought a pretty thing like yourself might help us… relieve some of that stress” Red said putting a hand at your waist.

You smiled a flirty smile. ”Oh really, how about we-” you started but was cut off by a sudden feeling brought on by the force, a warning? No. A familiarity, a memory, a very distant one. You stood up and looked around seeing no one. ”Are you alright?” Spikes asked.

”Uh yeah… Sorry i have to go” you said, leaving credits and a tip for the bartender. Red scoffed annoyed and said a snide ”Tease”. You ignored him and walked out on to the streets of Tamwith Bay. The connection you had felt was now lost.

You closed your eyes and tried to focus, reaching out through the force, trying to find the connection again but there was nothing. You were left alone and confused.

As you wandered home you thought to yourself about what or who it might’ve been, a Jedi? Just another force user lost in the galaxy?. Memories of the jedi and your training started flooding your brain as you entered your small apartment.

You had been made a padawan only 4 months before the collapse of the Jedi Order and the Republic. In most cases you would’ve most likely been to young to become a padawan but the Clone Wars had taken a big strain on the order and because of the deaths of many masters and padwans in battle there were a lot of gaps to fill.

You had been assigned to Jocasta Nu, the chief librarian of the Jedi archives. You didn’t earn a lot of battlefield experience from this but your master had shown you some of the secrets of the Jedi temple.

Once the destruction of the Jedi hit in full force you and your master escaped the temple through a secret passage hidden within the temple. Once on the streets of Coruscant she ordered you to get on a shuttle while she had drawn away a group of Clone Troopers.

That had been the last you ever saw of her as the shuttle had left. Sometimes you wondered if she had survived that night and had managed to escape the purge as well but even then they might’ve caught up with her sooner or later.

You lifted a loose floor panel of the ground revealing a box containing your now dusty jedi robes, a hard drive containing Jedi texts and your twin lightsabers. You brought your lightsabers out afraid to turn them on incase someone could here the noise and report it to the empire.

You shouldn’t even bring them out of their hiding spot, you never knew who was watching. But something told you that you would be needing them in a couple of hours. You went to bed that night with your lightsabers hidden under your bed in case of a intruder or sudden attacker.

You were kept allert by the force the next day, you hid your lightsabers beneath a cloak as you ventured out in to town. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary so you just tried to go about your business as usual but as evening came, things would change.

You were once again making your way home but saw people running away from the town square, you decided to check it out. Once you got there you were met with a life changing sight. It was jedi, or at least someone carrying a lightsaber who knew how to fight like a Jedi.

He was fighting what you assumed was an imperial inquisitor, you had heard rumours about them but never seen one in person. They were Jedi hunters, sent out to find the survivors of the purge.

You then felt the connection from the day before reignite, you had met this Jedi before… but who was it? Suddenly the Inquisitor used a force push to knock the Jedi in to a stack of crates, knocking him over.

As the Jedi layed among the crates you caught a glimpse of his face, he looked like… Cal Kestis, a friend of yours from the order. The Inquisitor walked menacingly towards Cal, spinnig his double bladed lightsaber.

Without thinking you forced jump up in the air and landing between Cal and the Inquisitor. You faced the Inquisitor and ignited your lightsabers making two y/l/c blades emerge from them.

”Two Jedi, this just got a lot more interesting” the Inquisitor said, his smirk being covered by the helmet. It had been a long time since you fought or even practised with your lightsabers so you begged the force would guide you.

The Inquisitor slashed at you but you dodged, you flipped over his head cutting at him but he blocked. The two of you started attacking back and forward while Cal tried to absorb what just happened. A hodded Jedi had just come out of nowhere and saved his life.

He watched as the Jedi fought, lightsabers skills clearly rusty but skilled. Cal then got of his feet and jumped, attacking the Inquisitor from behind. The Inquisitor managed to block but started to struggle keeping up with the three blades slashing at him.

While the Inquisitor was blocking an attack from both one of yours and Cal’s saber. You managed to get a cut in down the middle of the doublebladed saber, destroying it. You and Cal then force pushed the Inquisitor at the same time sending him flying in to a stone wall which knocked him out.

Cal then let out a sigh of relief at the Inquisitor’s defeat. He then turned to you and said ”You’re a Jedi”. ”Not quite” you said lowering your hood making Cal’s eyes widen as regcognition hit. ”Y/n?” he questioned.

”Hi Cal, it’s been a while” you greeted. Without warning Cal ran up to you and threw his arms around you. You were caught of guard at first but then wrapped your arms around him as well, it didn’t hit you until now how much you had missed him.

You heard troopers approaching and broke the hug. ”Come on, this way” you said and started sprinting down an alley way. Cal followed close behind. You led him back to your apartment, you gave one last look outside before closing the door, making sure you weren’t followed.

Once behind closed doors you find your arms locked around each other in another tight embrace. ”How did you survive? You were on Coruscant that would’ve been the most heavily guarded planet?” Cal questioned in amazement.

”Let’s sit down” you said, you made some tea for the two of you and poured it up in two cups. You both sat down around a small table and you started telling him how Master Nu had saved your life and that it had let you escape Coruscant.

”How about you?” you asked and Cal explained that his master had sacrificed himself for him. He then told you of the events that led him and his crew to land on Raxus Secundus a couple days ago for ship repairs.

”Y/n, you should come with us, we’re trying to rebuild some of what’s left of the Jedi Order, you could help us” Cal suggested. You thought about it for a second before answering ”Cal, I’m not sure how much i will be able to help you, i only just became a padawan before the fall of the Jedi”.

”To us that’s enough, we need to rebuild with what little we have left” Cal insisted. ”I don’t know Cal, i just need some time to think” you told him. ”Alright, you have until tommorow, me and my crew are leaving once our repairs are done” Cal said.

You opened the floor panel and brought out the hard drive out of the box. ”What’s that?” Cal asked. ”It’s a hard drive, it contains a few Jedi texts from the library. It’s not a lot but it’s something, i think you should have it” you said handing it to him.

”Thank you” Cal accepted gratefully. Cal then contacted his crew and let them know about the events of the day. They decided it was best for Cal to stay the night with you as security had tightened because of the reveal of two Jedis in the city and that he should try sneak his way to the ship at the crack of dawn.

”Where should i sleep?” Cal asked, looking around your small apartment, there weren’t many options besides the bed and the floor. ”You can have the bed” you offered. ”And let you sleep on the floor, we can share your bed, wouldn’t be the first time” Cal suggested.

”Alright” you nodded and the two of climbed in to bed together, laying on your sides to face each other. ”This reminds me of when we would sneak out of out temple rooms to have sleep overs together” Cal said making a smile spread over your face.

”I remember that and that one time Master Skywalker caught you on the way to my room but he promised not to tell anyone” you reminded Cal who let out a chuckle. ”Then after you left the temple with Master Tapal, i remember how much i missed you and how lonely i felt” you admited.

”I missed you too Y/n, especially after purge. It was terrifying having no way to know if you had survived or not” Cal said as you gazed in to each others eyes. He continued ”But now we’re both here again and i never want to leave you behind”.

Cal then leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips, from which you didn’t pull back. While attachment was against the Jedi teachings their was no order around anymore to supervise you. You were free.

As you both pulled away from each others lips you brought a hand up to cup his cheek stroking it lightly. ”I’ll come with you, i don’t want to lose you again either” you confessed. You both then fell asleep, hands clasped together ready for the challenges tommorow would bring.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Padwan anakin x more dark side leaning reader?

Padawan Anakin Skywalker x dark side leaning male reader

Headcanons

Featuring my boy Jon Antilles, give it up for Jon Antilles everybody.

You had both been younglings with the jedi, and later Padawans. You had been older than Anakin by the time he joined the order, meaning you were just at the cusp of getting sent off to the other corpse if you didn’t get picked as a padawan.

You had never fit in much with the Jedi. You were too emotional, too quick to anger, and your grudges knew no ends. You still had a chip on your shoulder because Yoda decided to tease you when you were very small, if that said anything about your ability to hold grudges.

You were the child of two slaves, who had served under the worst of the worst. This meant you had been surrounded by darkness and hate since you started growing in your parents’ womb. You had overheard many of the older jedi wonder if that was the reason for your emotional state.

Anakin didn’t fit in much either, having joined so late and being the so called chosen one. Because of this, you two found comfort in each other.

Anakin was so excited about being a jedi, though he also feared living up to the potential. In your eyes he just switched one slave owner for the next, as that was how it felt to you. But he was young and bright, so you didn’t wanna rain on his parade.

But just before your 13th birthday, you were taken as a padawan of one of the lesser known and vaguer Jedi of the order, Jon Antilles. He was a person who followed the will of the force and not the order, and the force led him to you.

He would later tell you that he looked into your eyes and saw the fire raring within you, unable to be quelled and as a result, making you someone who would suffer under the pressure and expectations of the order.

Saying goodbye to Anakin was hard, as you two had found yourselves as the only true friend the other had. Many feared you because of your known anger and revenge seeking tendencies, and Anakin because of the heavy burden of the prophesy.

But as two former slaves, you also both knew that the galaxy was vast, and that you had to go where the currents took you. Anakin also understood, even though he still didn’t fully understand the order, that you didn’t belong within the temple and that you needed to spread your wings.

Before you left, you pressed a kiss to Anakin’s forehead and gave him a bracelet made out of a thick black cord. It chafed the skin but was sturdy enough to take anything that may hit it. It was the last keepsake you had of your parents, and it had been what kept you going for all this time, and now you wanted Anakin to have it.

So, with one last goodbye, and promises whispered in the language of slaves, you left with your new Master, who told you not to call him master but instead refer to him as your teacher.

Jon Antilles had seen the worst the galaxy had to offer, and had no wish to be referred to as master by someone who was once a slave.

Back at the temple Anakin would find himself crying silently and tearlessly in his room, mourning the loss of a friend, his only friend. Obi Wan would feel his grief in the force, and would go to comfort him, knowing what it is like to lose someone so dear to you.

This would most likely lead to their relationship being better in this universe, at least a little. As that one moment helped cement a deeper level of trust and understanding.

Anakin stayed with the order and became more and more skilled, a part of him waiting for the moment you two would reunite. The bracelet stayed around his wrist, though he moved it to some other part of his body to keep it hidden, and other jedi started mumbling comments about attachment.

You thrived under Antilles, as he didn’t follow the orders from the council, the order, or even the republic. He only seemed to care about where the force wanted him, and by extension you, to go.

Your teacher was a firm believer in the light, but he also saw that the dark existed, so when you for the first time grasped the dark side in a life-or-death situation, he didn’t punish you like you feared.

Using the dark side once means it’s always with you, but instead of shunning you, your teacher helps you find balance, at least to the best of your ability.

The dark side is hard to master, and maybe you never fully do. But you never give yourself too it completely, always holding a tight grasp on the light beside it, letting the two feed off of each other to keep you from going down an unforgivable path.

Your anger and grudges still persist, and there are times you end up being needlessly cruel, but you catch yourself before its too late. During these times your teachers help is necessary, until you master it on your own.

Because of the nomadic lifestyle of Antilles and you, you end up ready to go on your own much before most other Padawan. Life experiences matures a person, and Antilles trusts you to do what is right, even if he has caught you practicing lightning or sucking the life energy out of things.

So as Anakin still works hard to be a better padawan and to fit the tight mold the order places upon him, you explore the outer parts of the galaxy, running with bounty hunters and pirates alike.

One might think you would be discovered as a jedi one way or another, but thanks to your less and jedi personality, and preferences for other weapons, you are never figured out.

Your loyalty to the rules of the order are also very very loose, if not nonexistent. The many experiences you have out in the galaxy puts many things into perspective, and you make your own theories and ideas about how the force works, theories that struggle against the rules of the jedi.

During all this time, Anakin can’t seem to leave your mind. Hes always present somewhere in there, the thin thread of a bond between the two of you so skinny its barely there anymore after all this time. But every now and again, you like to give it a little tug, smiling to yourself when he tugs back.

You two meet again during one of Anakin’s missions with Obi Wan, a mission that’s taken them further away from the core than Anakin has been since he was taken in by the jedi.

It’s a mission involving a slave trader who’s somehow smuggling slaves in and out of the republic, and the two jedi were sent to check it out but not get involved, much to Anakin’s annoyance.

They end up splitting up, not wanting to be suspected, and Anakin has to wear something to cover his head to hide his Padawan braid.

In the end, Anakin finds the hideout of the Slave traders, and just as he’s about to report it back to Obi Wan, a figure swoops in and starts ransacking the place.

Anakin can only watch with shock as you tear through the slave traders, the darkness inside you purring at their spilled blood, as the light silently approves of the justice you act out. Its only after you’ve freed all the slaves and take your hood off that Anakin recognizes you.

One way or another he follows you and corners you, in the way Anakin does, eyes wide but sparkling at how much skill you had shown in there, many questions leaving him as he wants to know what you have been up too and how you got here.

Most jedi would probably have disapproved of you killing the slavers, but Anakin had never seen slavers as anyone worth living, not that he could share those thoughts with anybody.

But at some point, you end up taking the Jedi padawan back to the room you booked for the night, where you two spend the entire night talking about what’s happened since last time you met, the bond between you strengthening after so long apart.

After that, you two keep bumping into each other. You had a feeling the force was playing a role in this, and you swore you could hear it giggling in amusement a sit pushed you together with its chosen one again and again.

Whenever you were around, the mission always ended much faster, meaning Anakin could slip away and spend time with you before reporting back to Obi Wan.

During this time, the childish crush he had had on you all that time ago comes back with a vengeance. Even when he sees you use sith lightning for the first time, he can’t seem to feel anything by affection for you.

Anakin knows he should fear you, but even as your turned turn yellow for a second or two as you lean fully into the dark during a battle, he only seems able to find your beautiful.

When Anakin kisses you for the first time, neither of you truly know how to react. Anakin’s never been in a relationship, and you have never really been with anyone you truly had feelings for. But Anakin just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore, even as he knows it goes against everything the order has taught him.

If he truly were to follow the order, Anakin would have to report that you had fallen, even though you still used the light as much as you did the dark. After that he would have to stay away from you, lest you corrupt him. But he just can’t, so he stays, slipping you information so you know where his next mission goes, so you “accidentally” end up with a contract on that planet.

You settle on Coruscant for a while, which means Anakin can sneak out and spend time with you away from prying eyes.

The fact that you use the dark without succumbing to it ends up helping Anakin not fall when that time comes, but for now, you just help him get a better understanding of the force and how you have come to see it as an entity.

Obi Wan regularly wonders where Anakin goes, and worries to some degree, but he does realize that Anakin always feels lighter and more at peace when he returns from his outings, so he lets him have them to himself, hoping his Padawan would tell him if there was anything he needed to know.

As a result of your status, Anakin would start to think about leaving the order someday. Maybe not soon, but maybe one day he would like to leave with you and just go where the force takes you two.

He knows it’s a romantic fantasy, but Anakin can’t help but bask in it, even if he has to do it in secret. Being your partner just brings him more peace than any meditation ever has, and Anakin never wants to let you go.

[spectoris]

SPARRING PARTNERS | BEN SOLO

pairing: ben solo x gn!reader

contains: slight frenemies/implied enemies to lovers, canon typical violence

word count: 1.3k

Sparring is nearly a daily occurrence for the Padawans under Master Luke Skywalker. It is the time for young Jedi apprentices to test the waters of battle, unleashing their lightsabers that rest in small, shaky hands. For the elder Padwans who have fine tuned their skills for the past few years, it is almost playtime when Master Luke isn’t hovering over their shoulders. On the older end of the age spectrum, you understand the intricacies of sparring like the back of your hand. 

You remember when you used to dread the days of facing your fellow apprentices in mock battle, how your heart would speed up despite Master Luke’s firm, but reassuring direction. For a child, having the heat of lightsabers whiz past your skin, the concentrated, blank eyes of your opponent seering into yours, is something you wish to never experience. Sparring takes two clear, sharp minds. A distracted opponent leads to fatal flaws. Of course, Master Luke would never allow them—there would be a lightsaber thrown a few feet away before you realize the loosened grip of your sparring partner would’ve sent the hot blade slashing across your face.

Older and wiser, sparring hardly raises the tempo of your heart, nor your steady breathing. Like you in your youth, your younger opponents can barely conceal the nervous energy of the Force waving around their wandering minds. A bit of pity taints the emptiness of yours, but you remember what Master Luke has always advised. 

The rules to sparring: stay in your circle; do not harm your opponent with your weapon; and it is absolutely forbidden to use the Force in any way that violates Master Luke’s regulations. The darkness that fell upon the Jedi Temple when a Padawan, in a final effort to outdo his opponent, had raised his hand and choked his fellow apprentice, remains unforgotten. Every student hardly said a word during the week—the horror in Master Luke’s eyes spoke volume. 

You find sparring days to be the most enjoyable of all. Most of the time, you take the weight off Master Luke’s shoulders and assist the younger Padawans in their form and technique, making sure they do not strain too hard in using the Force. But, at the end of the day, you are a student, and you cannot teach to replace your training. This would be no issue if Ben Solo had not insist on taking you each time.

Ben Solo, the eldest of the Padawans, had formed a name for himself the past years. It was not the fact that he was a Skywalker through his mother, but how something about him had always seemed off as he got older. He had a knack for taking out his opponents with more strength than the rest could muster, and skills that would take several more months, even years, for the others to acquire.

Standing across from Ben in your circle, you maintain the perfect form for sparring. A strong, but flexible grip on your lightsaber, feet planted on the ground, steady breathing—all except the racing of your mind. Regardless of how the other Padawans hide whenever Ben enters the room, you find his domineering presence to be nothing more than an act. It’s how he wins each time, and (what you theorize to be) part of why he excels faster than the rest. He makes use of his time alone. It’s not that you fear Ben. You think he’s quite annoying, especially the constant scowl on his face.

Ben can sense each thought passing through your mind, and frankly, you couldn’t care less. These sparring sessions with him are meant to pass time. You find no joy in them, yet the inevitable nature of competition prompts your thirst for satisfaction by defeating Ben. The past few sparring sessions, you haven’t won; always a hairsbreadth away until he pulls a stunt that makes you look like a fool with a stick. 

You aren’t sure what’s worse; losing, or Ben’s blank face as he assists you from the ground and asks to spar again. Perhaps he enjoys that you aren’t an easy opponent, making victory even sweeter. The rest of the Padawans would forfeit before he could even sweat. You, however, make an effort to run him of his energy, yet he seems to have endless of it.

Once your thoughts have settled the best they can, an instinctual jolt in your nerves sends your lightsaber clashing against Ben’s. A handful of other Padawans have crowded around your circle, as they typically do. Their hisses and gasps match the sounds of your lightsabers as they continue to fight against one another. By now, you can partially anticipate Ben’s moves, how he likes to utilize his height and aim from above, to which you duck to the side, or when he prepares to hold out his hand to push you out of the circle with the Force, but your feet are planted firmly on the ground. Still, your agility struggles against Ben’s brute force.

One particular swing of his saber rattles the bones in your hands, loosening your grip. He takes the split second of diversion to knock you to a knee. A hard huff comes from your chest at the force of impact. The burning blade whizzes past your cheek, aimed at your neck.

“Do you yield?” is all Ben asks.

In response, you use the low level to your advantage, knocking him in the side. Ben grunts before he turns on his heel and continues to pursue you around the perimeter of the circle. You can only exert your strength until your head pounds against your skull with any little effort to wield the Force, and your grip grows increasingly weak around the hilt of your lightsaber. Eventually, your body yields against your mind’s will. 

The tip of Ben’s blade points at the base of your neck once again, tucked beneath your chin. Peering through the corner of your eye, you see the back of your heel is right on the edge of the drawn circle. It would only take a breath for you to be out.

“Do you yield?” he asks again.

With nothing left in your deck of cards, you say through gritted teeth, “I yield.”

The blade of Ben’s saber retracts back into the hilt, leaving behind the dense hull of metal. The crowd around your disperses back to their own sparring circles, some shaking their heads. Not in disappointment at you, but at the knowledge that Ben cannot be defeated lest he faces Master Luke himself.

Without the blade in your path, your head hangs to the floor as you catch your breath. The looming shadow of Ben’s figure blocks the rays of sun from entering your burning face. When you look up, his face is a mere inches from yours. Your body jolts at the sudden proximity. It’s more in Ben’s nature to walk away after a fight. He’s won—there’s no need for him to face his opponent again unless it is for another fight. You can’t read what’s swimming behind his dark eyes, nor pick up what’s in his head. He’s trained too much to let his thoughts slip into the open.

Without a word, Ben lifts your chin with his knuckle, treating the skin beneath as delicate. “I didn’t leave a mark, did I?” he asks lowly. He’s surely picked up the sudden quickening of your heart. 

“No,” you sigh. His sudden change in demeanor is frightening, but something else about it makes your heart race for a different reason. 

“I’m glad,” he says. Ben lets your head fall to its natural position again. “That wouldn’t have been good for either of us.”

Wordlessly, he stalks off. The burning of your cheeks adds to the cacophony of emotions swarming inside, amongst the heat blooming across your skin. You hate to think about it, but the thought seeps into the cracks of your mind like a dark toxin.

You’d like to spar with Ben again.

[vashhanamichi]

What fic ideas do you have that you have written at least a summary for if you don't mind sharing. I think that you mentioned that you had eleven at one point. One of them being a Tom raised by Grindelwald and other being Harry trying to enlist Grindelwald in his fight against Voldemort.

Oh dear. I come up with so many nonsensical ideas for AUs and scenarios for Harry Potter fanfics that I lost track. If I had a dollar for every idea I don’t write I’d be a millionaire. From the most crackish to the dead dove extremes. Some of them have a semblance of plot, some only vague ideations. Somw I would like to write but most won’t ever come into fruition. It’s fun, however, to toy with the concepts and hope other, faster, more prolific writers (hi @metalomagnetic ) will pick them up.

Among them:

1) AU where the Marauders and Lily are “Death Eaters” (they’re called by another name) instead. Voldemort is a bit different — his agenda is not blood purity but power in itself. He appeals to both the working class origins of some of his followers (like Lily) and their annoyance at Dumbledore’s pacifism. He’s a radical and so are his followers. They can’t trust the world to muggles, who are pushing all of them towards a Nuclear Holocaust, nor to pureblood supremacists, inbred, corrupt, unworthy. Nor they can trust pacifist fools like Dumbledore, who abandoned the (flawed but righteous) task he and Grindelwald started. He and his “Death Eaters” are more like a family in this one, like Hunter x Hunter’s Genei Ryodan though the hierarchy is firmly placed. Sirius and Snape are his spies. James is his right hand. Lily is his eyes.

The prophecy still happens though.

2) They’re all cats. That’s it, that’s the plot. Feral stray Voldemort (they say he’s half Serval) just hurt the cute little face of kitty Harry! Evil! Bad cat! The whole thing is told through Lucius, a spoiled ragdoll, pov. Suddenly this flea-hidden stray is living in his home! Stealing treats from his wife and son (both purebred ragdolls too)! And he brought his whole gang of bad cats along! Maybe he should have sided with Dumbledore, an old and wise Lapern cat, in the cat wars.

I play too much Cats & Soup.

3) Star Wars AU. Nineteen year old padwan Harry just found himself a new master after Remus Lupin declared he would flourish under a more powerful Jedi. Riddle, the mysterious and immensely powerful Jedi Master is firm, strict and ruthless. Isolated with him in a frozen planet, away from the creche of children padwan Harry helped tutor, Harry finds out more about himself, the Force, his power, and about the Jedi order, of which Riddle is deeply critical. Did Harry know why Dumbledore retired from the Jedi Council? It wasn’t old age — Dumbledore is just as powerful as he was in his youth, actually even more — but the fact that Dumbledore fell in love with infamous Sith Lord Grindelwald. “Sentiment,” Riddle explains, “turned Dumbledore blind. He thought he could save Grindelwald from the dark side of the force.”

Siths cannot be saved, of course. Harry knows as much himself: Sith Lord Voldemort was the one who made him an orphan. But no one has seen him in almost twenty years. No one knows what he looks like.

So yeah, here you have a sample. Hope this answer was fun to read! Thank you for the question!

[echos-girlfriend]

Definitely do ‘End’ and ‘Ahsoka’ (not romantic, if possible). Have a great day!

Howdy!

Oooo this is gonna be angsty! I don’t write total angst often so let’s do it. We want to feel pain today

End

Ahsoka x Reader

Master list

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Warnings: platonic, angst, death. Padwan friends. Reader dies and Ahsoka blames herself. Also this is short.. more like a Drabble. I had a lot of trouble with this word but I didn’t want to give up!

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The end of the mission was in sight. You and Ahsoka were so close.. yet.. something kept you from the end.

“Ahsoka.. I..”

“Come on! Rex and the 501st have a shuttle coming… your.. you”

You cupped your side. A blaster wound had blown through you. You know you weren’t going to make it. Your end was now..

“Ahsoka. I’m afraid it’s the end”

Ahsoka ran to you and just as you began to fall. Catching you, she holds you in her arms tightly.

“No… but what will I do without my best friend.”

Trying to keep the mood light Ahsoka giggled through her tears. Trying to push the thoughts of your ending from her head.

“You’ll be ok, you have master Skywalker and Rex to keep you company”

“Master Plo will miss you.. he said you were his best padawan”

You giggled and scrunched your face from the pain it caused. Ahsoka brushed your hair from your face.

Your breath got slower and came to and end.. your heartbeat.. ended.

Ahsoka wasn’t going to leave you here. You need a proper send off. A proper ending.

“Rex.. I need. I need a stretcher.”

“On it.. what happened?”

“They. Their.. their dead”

“… I’m so sorry.. we will be there shortly. Hang tight”

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The pyre ceremony was truly a moment of peace for you. No more war, no more fighting and no more secret keeping.

Ahsoka stood next to your master, Plo Koon, and watched as the fire took over your body. Ending you for good. Plo turned to Ahsoka.

“Fear not little ‘Soka.. for the force works in mysterious ways. They will always be with us… even when we least expect it. It’s the end for them in this life but they will continue on.. through the force there is no end..”

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[casp1an-sea]

Digits “CT-7048”

(oh so this one let’s me put pictures side by side? It’s only a glitch on rose? Well that’s dumb 😒)

(Still kinda like the og drawing better 😥)

BACK TO CLONE MASTER POST

Birth Year: 32 BBY

Age at beginning: like 20ish (enhanced again)

Species: Clone (Reg)

Gender: Male, He/him

Height: 6’0”

Occupation: Technician

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Personality: Digits is very analytical and blunt. He’s extremely serious and never really relaxes. He sees his job as strictly a Job and does not try to bond with the squad so the squad will force things on him like giving him a name or painting his armor. He got the name digits because of his insistance to use his CT number. He acts like he hates it but he doesn’t. He rarely ever smiles but he secretly cares a lot and just doesn’t want to get attached incase someone doesn’t make it. 

Appearance: Digits has a slightly grown out version of the regulation haircut and a small scar on his top lip. He kept his Armor the regulation design however the rest of his squad painted it for him in the middle of the night. One shoulder pad is painted as well as one arm band on the opposite arm. His name is written on the left side of the chest and there is a large X going across his chest plate. The right leg is painted and the left leg has his CT number on the side. His helmet has a painted antenna, a diagonal line across, half of the face painted from the diagonal line, and two stripes on the right side. His Kamas will later be painted with his CT-number on the left and a mural of his squad hand painted by Kev on the right. (Ik this is the most detailed but it was the only design I actually drew 😂)

Tada

Weapons: Typical clone weapons idk I’m lazy

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Backstory: Digits was part of a pretty laxed squad; he was the only one who was really keeping the group together but they didn’t take him seriously and didn’t get along. On their first mission they messed up REALLY bad. More than half the squad died and those who survived were reprimanded and sent back to basic training. Digits was put with Kev’s group. Kev is the only one who knows why. Digit’s squad have specifically been assigned to Zac and Sunni sense the two padwans have no master.

At some point during the war Digit’s chip malfunctions similar to Tup and it results in him murdering Rose. Not knowing it was the chip that caused it he was branded as a traitor and arrested. While in prison he mysteriously disappeared and did not resurface again until after Order 66 where he was working for the empire. —————————————————————————

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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 3): General Bracket Match 10

Taka Jamoreesa | Identity: non-binary | Media: Last Shot

Taka Jamoreesa was a freelance pilot during the early New Republic. They advised their services pretending to be Han Solo, just to get customers to their berth. Ironically, they were hired by Han and Lando to covertly pilot them on their mission to find and then stop Fyzen Gor and the Phylanx Redux transmitter. Unbeknownst to their employers, they were already in the employ of Leia Organa, and kept her updated on the mission.

They were born on Alderaan and lost both their parents in its destruction, hence their loyalty to Leia. They had a prideful and devil-may-care attitude. They preferred to fly to the blaring music of their favorite band, Snograth and the Mogwars, which other people found extremely annoying. They also had a pet worrt named Korrg. If they had the cultural context, they would have called Han and Lando boomers.

They appear on a card for the game X-Wing, depicting them flying a troop transport for the Resistance, although there have been no actual follow up stories.

Lula Talisola | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Lula Talisola was a padawan student of the Star Hopper, who was part of a group of Padawans receiving training from Yoda during his sabbatical from the High Council. During the Great Disaster, they helped save the citizens of the planet Trymant from a simultaneous Emergence and Nihil attack. They were helped by Zeen Mrala, who was a member of a cult that didn’t accept Force users. After revealing her powers, she joined the padawans on the Star Hopper as essentially a Jedi auxiliary, receiving training from the padawans and their masters even though she couldn’t become a Jedi. The Jedi of the Star Hopper attempted to capture Kix Kamerat, Zeen’s friend who was quickly rising through the ranks of the Nihil. During that time, Zeen and Lula grew romantically close and only managed to capture Kix due to finding a balance between their love and nonattachment/duty and the Force connection that facilitated. During the Destruction of Starlight Beacon, Lula went missing.

Lula began her journey with the best grades in all areas of being a Jedi, but feeling very uncertain about being able to actually succeed in a real mission. She felt like she couldn’t share her fears with her fellow padawans and masters. Despite that, she slowly gained confidence as she gained field experience. She wasn’t hardened by the horrors of the conflict with the Nihil, and kept Zeen from Force-choking Krix, even though that allowed him to escape. And the end of the comic series, she is offered a knighthood, but rejects it until she can figure out her feelings for Zeen and fully dedicate herself to the Order. She’s Kantam’s Padwan, who was Yoda’s Padawan, making her part of the disaster lineage. 

[darthtaoshay]

art deco - anakin skywalker

SUMMARY ◆ You’ve been Anakin Skywalker’s Padawan for almost five years now, recieving training from one of the most brilliant Jedi Knights you have ever met. In an attempt to further your training, you and your Master take a trip to Naboo, however, it is soon revealed that your feelings will get in the way. 

WARNING(S) ◆ Smut, lowkey slow burn, anakin being hot but what’s new, dirty talk, authority kink, virginity kink, bye

WORDS ◆ 7.8k and i regret nothing

NOTE ◆ I wrote this during heartbreak so this is me totally projecting

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[cosmoacrosscosmos]

My clone in shining plastiod commander blitz x reader

“Hello Master shaak ti

I will be a little late to the briefing today. I am not sure how late, but I will be there. I have been trying to find a way out of my room for over 20 minutes. There is a very big bug between me and the door and when I move, it moves, and when it flies its wings make this awful whirring noise like some vassal of horror. We are locked in a stalemate and I am at every

disadvantage, and I wholeheartedly believe the bug is aware of this. Respectfully, I am in tears.” I said in the comm as I look at the bug.

I thought kamino had no bugs.

I continued to stare at the bug is was the size of my palm. Ok maybe not that big but still huge. I went to move to the door and the bug started flying. I screamed at the top of my lungs and fell on my butt. I looked at the bug that was back where it was before I moved. I stood up slowly and continued to stare at it. I’m padwan I’ve seen worse what can a bug do. I thought to myself giving me a small pep talk.

“Commander it’s blitz are you ok” I heard blitz yell from the other side of the door “no” I yell back frantically. I heard the door open and he walked in. He looked at the bug and then looked at me. “Commander that’s a spider” he said as he went to step on it, the bug went flying towards him. His eyes shot open and he clapped his hands together and killed it. I ran up to him and gave him a hug. I smiled at him “my clone in shining plastiod.”

[shouldntcryoverit]

the art of discordance

a captain rex x jedi fic during clone wars era :))

no warnings i think uh yeah hope you enjoy let me know ig...

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CHAPTER ONE -

A new general. That’s what the rookies had heard, though Rex was reluctant to believe the Jedi Council had the guts to replace Skywalker. After a good few months, the captain had learnt of his general’s unique ‘disposition’, and getting a new general to step in was what he least expected.

That was until the ship landed just outside their camp and she walked out. Even from his position sitting further back on some crates, Rex could make out the figure, identifying her as one of the jedi knights, though which one escaping him. Perhaps the rumours were true.

He watched as she walked closer, hands placed purposefully and eyes wandering over the other two jedi in front of her. The commander crossed her arms defensively, though her master seemed unbothered by her arrival, excited even.

“master?” Ahsoka coughed

“oh snips!” Skywalker bleated with the same enthusiasm he had wagered throughout the interaction “this is Jaida Reyes”

“the one from your padwan stories?” Ahsoka said with smug conviction

“my reputation precedes me” her accent was crisp and calm, though her tone radiated a coolness that Ahsoka couldn’t help but feel distanced by “though i’d rather be known for my skills with a lightsaber than helping Akin steal from Obi-wan”

Ahsoka held back a snicker as Rex walked up to the three, absent minded as he double checked his comm.

“General Skywalker, we have the new coordinates” His attention tried hard to divert to the new face.

“ah thank you” Anakin turned to his friend “this is my captain, Rex”

Rex nodded at his introduction.

“i’m the new co-general, General Reyes” her face settled into the beginnings of a smile, but faultered and remained her neutral, placid gaze.

The young jedi watched with focused eyes as they walked the short distance towards the briefing tent. Already her presence seemed to spark rumours among the men, and she watched as the younger looking troopers sent her inspecting looks. It was to be expected, honestly she never wanted a big formal introduction, but she didn’t know that her arrival would breach the news so quickly.

When they arrived, the tent was half full. An open and decorated holo map was in the centre, with at least two clones at each marked entrance point.

“Boys” Skywalker called “we have a visitor”

She rolled her eyes slightly at the flamboyant gesture, but stepped forward anyway. “I’m General Reyes, apparently Skywalker wasn’t trusted enough to run his own battalion, so i got called in” Her hands rested behind her back, but a small grin encroached her face as the snipe made a few troopers smirk.

“excuse my fellow jedi, she’s never been good at taking second place” Anakin fired back, earning another set of grins.

Reyes crossed her arms as her smiling face resumed the same placcid one she’d kept previously. “i have heard nothing but good things, and i look forward to serving with you.”

The Captain moved forward from the side of the room and clicked to change the holo map, it made a small beep as he did.

“The 212th met a settlement of droids over this side of the ridge. Last report was that they were able to move forward at the threat subsided.”

“so what does that mean for us?” Jaida’s brows furrowed as Rex layed the plans out for her. Already her mind was scoping escape routes and vantage points, but she remained seemingly unbothered by the conflict describes. Rex couldn’t help but feel unmotivated by her apparent lack of interest.

“our initial plan was to take out the last forces left on the planet after the seppie defeat, but intelligence believed the 212th accidentally did it for us”

She scoffed “so we’re here for a clean up?”

“hope you brought something fun to do” Ahsoka scorned.

The efforts were limited within the first hour. Already the men were tired of the same scenery and nothing but expansive flats. The sun stood high in the sky, illuminating the landscape in a orange hue. It wasn’t hot nor cold, everything about the mission mediocre, something Reyes particularly hated. It wasn’t just her with an annoyance, she could sense the captain’s distrust. She understood it, only hoped it wouldn’t comprimise her efficiency.

As if nothing interesting was ever going to happen, a yell from a trooper a little further ahead broke the methodical thump of the machinery.

Soon followed was the sound of gun fire. Each shot was slow, until finally the enemy was visible.

“Find cover!”

“you did say you wanted action” Anakin quipped, earning an actual chuckle from her usual pursed lips. It almost caught Rex off guard.

It was unavoidable, the lack of cover meant the men were almost completely exposed, accept for the three jedi that stepped forward, sabers ignited.

Reyes was a new sight, though she didn’t look out of place on the battle field. Her lighsaber was different, instead of the usual one blade, hers had two, both green and glowing as she tactically spun it round and round, catching blasts as if it were sport. Even her fighting style seemed new, she fought with elegance and structure, each blow purposeful and strong.

Her focus was planted entirely on the enemy ahead, so much so that she failed to notice the trooper settling down beside her.

“karking droids, never seem to die” she muttered, deflecting a few more blasts.

A muffled laugh came from beside her and the familiar blue and white etched her vision.

“I’d get used to it general” a trooper grinned

Jaida turned and grimaced, an offering of acceptance. As she refocused her mind to the task at hand, a thought slipped through.

“trooper, get those three and come with me”

Her request caught the clone beside her off guard, but he complied none the least.

The five of them rounded behind the line of defence, all the way to their republic.

“uh, sir, what are we doing?” a soldier with a hand print on his chest asked, gingerly as the new, seemingly scary, general climbed onto the side.

“if i can prime the ignition gear and jinx the starter cable, I can force it into their ranks and it’ll, with any luck,” she popped her head up with a half devilish grin “turn them all into scrap parts”

It was the trooper with the cog on his helment that relaxed first “heh, they teach you that at the temple?” he quipped

“nope” she gestured for them to cover her as she popped open the side “they taught me it on florrum” she said with a smirk, before diving back into the mess of wires and sparks.

Jaida’s plan worked, and effectively too. After a very short battle, the men finished their sweep and prepared to bid the timeless campaign fairwell.

Once back on the ship, most clones settled down for the trip back to Coruscant, and Reyes followed suit, though only subtly checking that everyone was well and okay, before continuing her sweep on the ration packs. After she deemed her check satisfactory, she retreated to the command rooms. The door slid open and revealed Rex standing over a report, absent minded to say the least. His shoulders tensed momentarily as the door swooshed, and she noticed the sour taste that seemed to flood his tongue when he met her eyes.

Jaida cleared her throat, and planted fists against the table, propping herself up.

“i’m sorry, we lost men” Jaida spoke calmly, slightly softer than her usual tone.

“with all due respect sir, you don’t seem all that bothered.” Rex mentioned.

“captain” “it’s not something i’ve grown accustomed too yet” Jaida countered, though her argument didn’t cause Rex’s stance to loosen. She cleared her throat

“i’ve lost people before, and I know what it’s like to loose someone in battle, though i don’t know what it’s like to loose your brothers. i did not want this” her tone was instructive, but it softened all the same and her true compassion fell through.

Rex paused for a moment and met her eyes again “i shouldn’t have blamed you, my apologies, general”

“relax, captain”

“it’s uh, Rex, sir” he corrected. It was when he lifted his hands to the side of his helmet that Jaida realised she had never actually seen his face. It came off, and revealed a strong jaw and cheek bones, all toned perfectly set. His eyebrows arched above his eyes, a slightly different shade of golden brown than his brothers. Of course the main difference was his hair colour, short and stark blonde.

“Jaida” her response made Rex frown ”if i have to call you by your name you have to call me by mine. Jaida” she explained

“sounds fair”

“good” she smiled for the first time, and Rex liked it.

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The night after an assignment was always filled with either anecdotes or silence, a relief or devastating. Jaida watched as the men loitered around crates of rations and equipment, all with distant smiles; tired.

She had previously been stuck at the medbay after the medics caught sight of her, a few gashes on her cheeks the real cause - nothing bacta wouldn’t heal, but she learnt quickly of their head medic, Kix, and his ability to scare even Jedi into looking after themselves. After making peace with the captain, a warmth had begun to spread about her.

Now, she stood against the cold duraplast walls of the Resolute, picking aimlessly at the scarce red dirt left on her hands.

“You okay Jay?” the question broke her mindless thought.

“yeah, i am” she looked up to her friend knowingly, Anakin grinning as he always did.

“Generals!” a trooper with geometric tattoos called out “come sit with us”

She turned her head sharply and gazed over the haphazard array of lounging clones

“I ought to check the ration packs” she tried to excuse.

“you should take one sir” Another clone encourage lazily “deserve it after that rescue”

She blinked for a second, unsure if it would make more sense to agree or deny. Before she said yes or no, Anakin had already collected her on his way to his own seat in the game.

Jaida sauntered over and handed each clone a bar before taking one herself, sitting down cross leggedly just as graceful as she did anything.

“sir, i don’t like it” she spoke between chews “name’s Jaida”

“well, Jaida, general’s told us a little about your career together, got any stories?”

“many” Jaida gave the first ghost of a smile any of them had seen from her yet, however small it may have been, and lent backwards against another log “Anakin ever told you about the time we climbed to the very top of the temple walls?”

[smokahuntis]

Revenite

revenite

Pairing: Padmé x Fem!Reader x Anakin

Warning: threesome! Polyamory! Oral! Use of the force! Injury! Mentions of violence! Voyeurism! Other shit I probably forgot about!

Summery: (y/n) comes back from a terrible mission, and her two lovers comfort her.

Authors note: this is my first threesome guys, probably also the kinkiest thing I’ve written

(Y/n) was on her way back from mission, a mission that didn’t go anywhere near as planned. It was frustrating and difficult and she had lost R9 on the way. Her left arm was scorched from a lightsaber coming to close for comfort, and her Padawan had taken a terrible injury. She was ready to be home in bed with the two most comforting things In her life, Anakin and Padmé.

(Y/n) was a Jedi from Hoth, she trained along side Anakin with her Master, master Windu. When Padmé’s life was threatened they both were assigned to protect her. The three of them grew extremely close then. Of course Anakin and Padmé were much closer to start. But when Anakin was away with Obi-Wan and (y/n) had taken a fall, Padmé took care of her causing them to grow much closer. It was when Anakin returned from that mission did the three connect to each other the way they do now.

It’s dangerous, for all three of them, The two Jedi could risk everything they gave their life for if the council found out, and Padmé could loose her place in The Senate. But right now that did not matter, right now all the purple sabered Jedi cares about was getting her Padwan to a medbay and getting home.

It was very late when the ship landed, most of the planet was sleeping when she helped her young padawan to the medbay.

“But Master, I’m fine.” The young girl said looking at her master. (Y/n) sighed and look at her.

“Ire, you were barley walking when we left, now stop fighting it you’re going to the medbay.” She said as they entered the hospital wing of the temple, helping the small girl a nurse droid, she gave her young padawan one last look. “Don’t look at me like that, Ire...”

“I’m fine master!”

“Ire, you are not, I know you don’t want to believe what happened happened but it did and you need treatment, I’ll see you when you are healed.” Master (Y/L/N) said before leaving going to the large penthouse of Padmé’s the all called home.

Noticing how late it was she was quiet when she cane in, making her way to the large bathroom connected to the living area. She grabbed the med kit from under the sink before stripping herself of everything but her pants and chest wrappings. Looking down at her arm, singed, blackened from the heat of the lightsaber her enemy marked her with. It would definitely leave a scar. Cleaning it off and hissing at the burn, she started to wrap it, just as the door opened.

Padmé stood smiling at her, her smile was gentle and welcoming.

“You’re back early...” she said quietly before her eyes caught the burn on her partners arm. Before she could ask what happened (y/n) spoke.

“You consider this early?” She said pulling an eye roll from Padmé.

“What happened?” She questioned moving over taking the wrap from (y/n)’s hands, beginning to wrap her arm gently. She was so caring with her movements, so loving.

“Don’t worry about it.” (Y/n) said, her eyes were to focused on Padmé’s to notice Anakin enter the room.

“I am worried about it.” He spoke up looking at her, both women’s heads turn to look at him.

“Ani, I’m fine.” She protested causing him to narrow his eyes.

“Who did this to you?” He said moving behind her looking over her shoulder at the now wrapped wound, he moved the hair away from her neck letting his lips meet the skin in a gentle kiss. She couldn’t lie to him, it was a talent she never gained.

“County Dooku...” she said closing her eyes enjoying the soft kisses, Padmé’s hands moved up to the girls face making her look down at her once again, checking to see if she was alright.

Anakin kisses stopped as he heard her reply, a growl left his lips as he spoke in her ear. His words traveled to her core. She found it wrong given the words he spoke.

“I’ll make him pay for this.” He growled out, speaking before he thought. After coming back to her senses she turn quickly looking at him.

“Anakin that is not the Jedi way...” she said his eyes trailing down her body, then other she shoulder to Padmé, who started to undo the wrappings around the young masters chest.

“Nothing about us is the Jedi way, (y/n)” he said before shaking his head.

“Now let us take care of you...” Padmé said into her ear, the both had her riled up but her composure still remained.

“You don’t need to do that...” She said turn her head to look at the senator. Anakin’s fingers came up grasping her chin before pulling her to look at him once again.

“I don’t believe we asked.” He said before crashing his lips down to hers, all her walls and composure were thrown out into the wind. He kissed back moving her hands around his neck, Padmé’s lips came down to her neck kissing gently and nipping at the soft flesh. The Jedi’s right hand tangled into her hair and she let out a soft moan into Anakin’s mouth.

“We missed you.” Padme whispered before pulling her out of Anakin’s grip and spinning her around.

“I missed you too.” She said before crashing her lips down onto her lovers. Anakin took this as Opportunity to finish unwrapping (y/n)’s chest wraps, but she stopped him using the force.

“Let’s move this to our bedroom...” she said taking their hands, the gladly agreed, following her to the bedroom that wasn’t to far away from were they currently where.

As soon as they entered the room it was a frenzy of flying clothes, Padmé’s dress was first, tearing the seems of it and throwing it onto the floor. Anakin could sense the pent up anger within (y/n), but he knew she would soon release it, just as he undid her wrappings releasing her breasts. He stood behind her gripping onto them, playing with her perked you nipples as she leaned down taking Padmé’s into her mouth. Padmé let out a moan and tangled her fingers into the Jedi masters hair. Pulling her face away and looking at her.

“This is about you, (y/n)” she said kissing her lover gently.

“Padmé, nothing would please me more then pleasuring you...” she said, the statement made Anakin groan, not being able to take the confinement’s of his pants any longer he moved away undressing himself before helping (y/n) with her pants, leaving all three of them bare to each other’s gaze.

“Lay down.” He said pulling her by the waist back into him, her head fell back on to his chest and smiled, leaning up giving him a quick kiss before moving over to the bed.

Her back fell the the mattress quickly when Anakin waved his hand gently using the force to place her back. Padmé moved to her side quickly, kissing her lips passionately, tangling her fingers into her hair, pulling her closer. Anakin smirk seeing them, his hand coming down to pump himself slowly, while his other moved (y/n)’s legs apart. His eyes marveled at the soaking girl in front of him, he loved having them like this, one of them completely submissive while the others took over.

“Look at her Padmé...” he smirked running his finger threw her slit, collecting some of her juices before bringing it to his lips. “Sweet as ever.” He chuckled, the action caused (y/n) to moan. Padmé smiled watching him.

“I want to taste her, Anakin.” She said and he motioned his hand for her to go ahead.

“Go ahead,” he smirk, his hand running down the outside of (y/n)’s thigh. “Because in a few minutes I’m going to completely destroy it.” He said giving a light smack to her thigh causing her to jump a bit. Her hands reached over grabbing at Padmé’s leg, understanding she threw her leg over her head settling her also soaked cunt over (y/n)’s face. The Jedi’s hands came up grasping the senators ass, pulling her down to her. In unison licking a long stripe down each other’s dripping cores, soon they are sucking and diving into each other. Exploring one another like they were starving.

Anakin sat across from them pumping his cock slowly watching them, just as (y/n) was about to reach her first orgasm he stood up, not being able to last much longer himself. The sight of his two favorite girls drove him mad, he loved it, he’d do anything just to see it everyday, wake up to it even. He hated how busy (y/n) has become since she became a master and gained a Padawan. He hated not having them together, it wasn’t the same when she was gone.

He moved over to them lifting Padmé’s face away from the Jedi’s core, kissing her roughly, tasting their girl on her lips, intoxicating. Padmé sat up, officially sitting onto her face, but (y/n) didn’t mind, it was her favorite place to be, just to pull those loud moans from her every time they did that was enough to get her off alone. But feeling Anakin move his cock against her aching core caused her to buck her hips, chasing the feeling.

“Patiences, little one...” he said pulling her thighs up to his waist, slowly sinking himself into her causing her to let out a loud moan at the pure pleasure he gave her. The vibrations made Padmé’s legs buckled over her as she was already close, a loud moan leaving her lips as her hands reached back tangling into the Jedi’s hair.

“(Y/n)” she moaned gripping it tightly, just as Anakin started thrusting into her at a steady pace, her arms cane up wrapping around Padmé, one running up to meet her stomach, the other holding her thigh. They were all already close from the earlier actions, but see Padmé’s twisted face and hearing the moans Anakin could get from both of the women only drove him close her.

True to his word he started thrusting into her roughly, quickly. She loved it and he knew it. The moans she gave ended Padmé quickly, cumming without warning, to quickly to even register. (Y/n) lapped it up as Padmé fell by her side onto the bed tired, she still leaned over kissing the Jedi Masters chest to bring her closer to her own orgasm.

“Fuck, (y/n)” Anakin started, using the force to toy with her clit, causing her to arch her back feeling the coils in her heat up and tighten. “Come on Master, let me feel how wrecked you are” he said leaning down kissing her other breast. “Let us see you fall apart.” He remarked, and it was the end of her. She moaned loudly saying their names like a prayer as she came around him, her walls tightening and sending him into his own orgasm, releasing himself inside of her.

Soon after he fell to her side, both of them wrapping their arms around the Tired Jedi Master who could barley keep her eyes open from the intense orgasm. They both kissed her cheek as they watched her fall asleep, Padmé stood going to the bathroom getting wet rags and coming to clean them off.

“Look at her...” she began, moving hair away from her lovers face. “She almost looks peaceful like this...” she remarked as she finished cleaning them and covering them up, seeing the way Anakin looked at the sleeping Jedi bothered her.

“Is something wrong?” She asked as she laid with them, her arms moving around (y/n) once more. His eyes trailed down to (y/n) wrapped arm, fingers tracing over the wrapping, then moving to a scar the covered her rib cage, then her shoulder, planting small kisses on each of them.

“I worry one day she will not return to us, Padmé.” He said looking a crossed her to the senator.

“Don’t think like that, she always comes back...” the thought upset her deeply, she didn’t want to think about it but she knew deep down that he was right. One day she wouldn’t come back to them, but that day wasn’t today and so they will bask in her tonight.

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“Count Dooku escaped, I am sorry masters.” (Y/n) said bowing her head to them.

“There is no need to apologize, Master (Y/L/N), we are just glad you made it back alive.” Mace windu said looking at his old student, he was so proud of her in so many ways.

“If I may,” Anakin began pulling everyone’s eyes to him. “It seems Count Dooku has gotten stronger, seeing as he has bested one of our greatest Jedi.” He said motioning towards (y/n), she had to compose herself to not let anything out to the council, but how she loved the compliment. “I believe he should be our top priority.” He declared, the rest of the council agreeing with the claim.

“I could lead a small task force of Jedi on taking down County Dooku.” General Kenobi said, yoda nodded.

“A good idea that is,” he said looking at Kenobi.

“Master Skywalker will second him.” Yoda said, but Anakin followed up almost instantly.

“Given Master (y/l/n) has the most experience In his tactics, I believe she should second General Kenobi on this.” He said sticking up for her, knowing she always want to be a general, and this task would help her get to it. The rest of the council agreed with the statement, yoda looked at her.

“Do you accept this task?”

“As long as my padawan can join me, I’ll do anything to take down Count Dooku.” She said and the council finished quickly after.

(Y/n) and Ire, were just leaving the council chambers, when she heard Anakin’s voice in her head. Three words he’d never said to her, three words he hasn’t even said to Padmé, those three words melted her heart.

“I Love You”

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[just-a-casual-fangirl-011]

Rewrite The Stars

Obi Wan Kenobi x Padme Amidala

A/N Okay so this is definitely different from what I usually write but I could not help myself to contribute to what could have been an amazing relationship between Obi Wan and Padme. I ship this so much. This will have multiple parts!!

Obi Wan Kenobi was completely taken aback from the first moment he layed eyes on her.

He knew it was wrong to have the feelings he was having when he was with her.

But he also was beginning to question the council and why they were forced to not have any ties to a significant other.

It started when they first met the Queen while she accompanied them on the trip that eventually brought Anakin Skywalker along with them.

Before Qui Gon and Anakin landed and went to the council about making him a Jedi, Qui Gon told Obi Wan to acompany and protect the Queen from anything that may come and do her harm.

Obi Wan escorted her down to her chambers and waited for an opportunity to talk to her.

“Do you enjoy being a Jedi?” The Queen asked as they walked side by side.

“It’s quite enjoyable at times, but other times it feels infuriating my Queen” He said to her.

“You can call me Padme, Jedi knight” she said with a smile.

“Then you can call me Obi Wan” he smiled back at her. He could feel his cheeks getting warm.

“Okay then Obi Wan, why is being a Jedi infuriating?” She said as you both turned the corner. She motioned with her hand for her handmaidens to leave.

“There are lots of rules you have to follow, many of them are difficult to understand at times but I’m sure I will learn as I continue to train with Master Qui Gon” he continued as they walked outside to a garden area.

It was a nice warm day outside. As they walked Obi Wan could feel the sun on his face, and he looked over at Padme, who looked stunning in her bright blue gown.

They then went and sat down on a bench in the center of the magnificent garden.

All Obi Wan could do was stare at Padme, she looked absolutely breathtaking.

“Master Kenobi you’re staring” Padme said with a smile, her dimples showing as her face brightened.

“My Queen I’m sorry but I’m so Master, not yet anyway” he said as he sheepishly looked down in his lap.

“I think you’ll make a fine Jedi Master Obi Wan” Padme remarked as she fixed her dress.

Obi Wan was completely blushing at this point, he couldn’t help himself.

But before he could do or say anything else Master Qui Gon came back with Anakin.

“Alright my padwan, time to retire to the Jedi temple” he said as he looked at him and Padme.

Obi Wan felt his heart break slightly. He wished he could have more time with her.

But he straightened himself up and looked at her with a blank face and said his goodbyes.

He knew he could not grow any more attached, it was not the Jedi way.

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Later that night Obi Wan lay awake. He started at the ceiling for what felt like hours, thinking of her. He had only known her for a short amount of time but he felt as if he’d known her forever. He needed to see her again but he didn’t know how. He fell asleep dreaming of her beautiful face, and her bright smile.

The next morning Obi Wan was sent to return again to escort the Queen. He was told they’d be going on a 3 day trip to Naboo, The Queens home planet.

“I didn’t want an escort for this trip.” She said as she packed her things. “But I suppose you’ll be acceptable” she sternly remarked to Obi Wan.

Something was different. He thought that they had had a sort of connection, and he was happy to be going with her. She didn’t seem so happy to have him go with her though.

He brushed it off. He again reminded himself of the Jedi code and how it stated that there should be no romantic attachments.

They borded the ship and quickly made their way to the planet of Naboo.

The Queen never spoke a word the entire way there.

Once they arrived on Naboo they straight away were lead to their rooms. The Queen retired to her room while Obi Wan went to his. He was one door down. Not for any other purpose other than to protect her.

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Padme Amidala was a Queen. She was meant to lead her people and make wise decisions. But when it came to the young Jedi knight Obi Wan Kenobi.

She didn’t know what the right decision was. She was well aware of the Jedi code and how they were not allowed to be in romantic relationships. But she couldint help but feel as though they shared a connection.

She eventually decided to distance herself from the Jedi knight. She had to be respectful to his code and she had no time for feelings when she had a kingdom to run.

The night they arrived on Naboo she snuck out of her room to go out on the balcony by the water. She loved just having a moment to herself and enjoying the cold breeze on her face. The night grew somewhat more cold the longer she stayed out.

“Are you alright my queen?” A sudden voice called out from behind her.

She was startled but was relieved to just see the young Jedi knight behind her.

“Yes, Im alright.” She said while stepping closer to him.

She was starting to shake from the cold, she had only come out in a very light sleeping gown that didn’t have much protection when it came to the cold.

Without a word Obi Wan stepped closer to her as removed his cloak, only to drape it over her shoulders.

“Thank you” She said as she smiled. That overwhelming feeling coming to her again.

“What are you doing out here all alone my queen” Obi Wan said as you both walked back to the edge of the balcony.

“Please call me Padme, it feels less formal” she said as she smiled at him again. She hated the formality but it also showed how much respect he had for her which made her feel special.

“Padme” Obi Wan said as if to test it out on his lips. “You have a beautiful name” he said smiling. His smile was a soft and gentle one.

“Naboo looks so peaceful at night” Padme said as she looked out into the distance. “I love how calm the water is and how still everything looks, it’s like a paining”.

“It is very peaceful”, Obi Wan remarked.

She couldint help but keep looking at him. The tension was floating in the air.

Obi Wan was now staring back, his smile growing more intense and awkward from the silence.

“Don’t look at me like that” she said.

She laughed a little at his taken aback response.

He then playfully gave her a sarcastic look.

“Like this?” Obi Wan said as he continued to stare at her.

“Yes exactly” she laughed. All of a sudden it wasn’t uncomfortable anymore but it felt right.

“The stars also look amazing up here” Obi Wan said as he gazed up at them.

They stood there in silence looking up at the stars for a long time.

Padme pulled Obi Wan’s cloak on more to shield herself from the cold breeze. She felt a strong feeling of butterflies in her stomach. Suddenly she felt a hand graze over hers on the balcony. Obi Wan and slowly slipped his hand on top of hers and pulled up upward.

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The two met face to face. Their eyes gazing into one another’s.

“Padme” Obi Wan spoke softly as he pulled both her hands into his.

“Obi Wan” Padme said as she stared into his eyes.

Obi Wan then leaned in and their lips locked into one another’s.

Padme could feel her whole heart burst with passion.

Obi Wan felt as if he was floating.

Padme slid her arms up his chest as they continued to kiss each other under the pale moon.

Obi Wan cupped her face gently and finally stopped just to look at her again.

“Wow” he said while looking at her, his cheeks were bright red and he was smiling a lot.

“Wow” she said. She brought his hand to her cheek again and closed her eyes, just wanting to feel his soft touch on her face.

“You’re so beautiful my queen” Obi Wan said while bringing her into an embrace.

He held her close to him, not wanting to let go.

He knew this was crossing the line. He knew the repercussions of his actions and he knew how the Jedi council would react. But in that moment he didn’t care. The only think he wanted to do in that moment was hold her.

After the events on the balcony Obi Wan escorted Padme back to her room. He gave her a kiss on the hand goodnight and he retired to his room.

Obi Wan lay on his bed in a happy state. He didn’t know that anything would happen between him and the Queen. But he felt happy knowing that Padme shared his same feelings.

He fell asleep that night with a warm feeling in his body.

He just didn’t know how he would keep it a secret from everyone, including the council.

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@jaigcaptain entered the battlefield

The screams of dying men weren’t easily forgotten. Perhaps some get used to it, but Ki Vez didn’t think she ever would.

The nautolan padwan sat with her back against the wall of the cargo deck as medics rushed by and soldiers called for their brothers. A clone soldier, marked with an ‘X’ on his chest plate, shrieked. They couldn’t help him. He was going to die no matter what they did, they said.

She felt his pain rip through her core and she wrapped her arms around her head, wishing she could do something. A good Jedi would reach out in the force and ease his pain while she offered him comforting words. She would hold his hand as he slowly drifted away, guiding his departure with serenity. But Vez wasn’t a good Jedi and she was afraid of the dying man. She jumped when the man screamed again. Tears prickled her eyes.

The scene on the beach replayed in her head. A bolt whizzed past her head as the droids descended upon them. A trooper fell to her left and Master Allegra blocked a shot to her right. She was shouting at troopers and Vez urged them to run faster, into the safety of the LAAT to be flown away. She watched so many fall as the ship began to depart.

“Kriffing hell,” she sniffed and wiped her cheek. “It wasn’t worth it.”

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Video Game, and Fandom Search

Hello!  With the summer coming to an end, I need some new partners to Write with! But,here is a quick run-down.  Name/Alias: Bocaj Age: 22 Time-Zone: EST Fandom Characters or OC's: This is Tricky.Some I like OC's, some I don't. So with any Fandom, I will make a note, of which.  Reply Length : Typically, a paragraph or two. Open to write more. Reply Time: I try to get at least one reply per day, will always attempt more. But, real life always comes first.  POV: Third Person, Past Tense.  Medium: Email or Discord. Email:Onesplendidbubble@gmail.com!  So, if you are still reading, lovely~!  Time, to list through what I am into currently, and any thoughts for plots and such. I always, always love a sense of story added in. In general, adventure themes, action, romance, Time-Whimey, War, and others, are themes I lean towards. Of course, for each Fandom here, not all apply to such.  Fandoms Start here:  JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Ahh, JoJo's.. Started it last year, because a co-worker had mentioned it was something to really enjoy, and at first I was a bit iffy. Though, now I am obsessed. I won't try to say I am the best fan around, but I do love the series from what I have read and seen. So, for this Fandom, I am open to both :Canon and OC Characters. Just not mixed together. If we want Canon, let's stick with them. Or, OC's, let's go that route only. I think, because the Multiverse Does Exist within Jojo's, creating our own Timeline within can be fun! Our own JoJo, and Jobro team! Perhaps have it set during a War, and see how Stands could turn the Whims of Fate.  Or, a more modern setting, with Stands.  Some Canon Characters I adore are: Caesar, Joseph (Both Young and Old) Jolyne, Josuke, Giorno, Bruno, Diavolo, DIO, Any Zeppeli if I am being honest, Lisa Lisa, SpeedWagon, (Not finished SBR) But I do like Johnny too! Others of course, too! Tales of Berseria: Probably my favorite Tales game, that I have personally played. For this, Canon Characters only. Though, very open to AU ideas for this game.  Perhaps, some school AU? Like their School DLC costumes. Or, take a Bizarre Route and give them all Stands and a JoJo like problem/World to deal with.  Not too many ideas for this game yet.  Persona 5, 

my first Persona game. So, I am a little bias when it comes to this series. I have a understanding of Persona 4, though I do not have any real want to go back and play that title.(Nothing against those who love P4. I hear all the time, its better. And perhaps it is, I am not denying that.) I love the Phantom Thieves and their story, and can not wait for Persona 5 Royal!  When it comes to P5, I prefer to stick to Canon Characters. Open to add our own little head-canon thoughts to them. Also, a great topic of Debate: Ren or Akira.  I like Ren, because I am a Star Wars geek, and Ren makes me think of Kylo Ren ; however, either work for me. I was first introduced to the Akira name, from one of the manga series. But, again, I am not too stuck on it. If I had a choice, Ren, but Akira is just as good. (Kinda pairs him up with Akechi a little more, when its Akira, I feel.)  When it comes to ideas, I am quite open as well! One thought I have had, and it needs some work, is Crossing Persona 5 over, with Kingdom Hearts. Both Deal with Hearts, right? It could be as simple, as Persona 5 is a world within the Realm of Kingdom Hearts. But, the idea of having the Phantom Thieves, or at least one or two, work with Sora is such a fun thought! Open to do something based around the Dancing Costumes; I know in the Dancing game, its explained they are in the Meta-verse, for the entertainment of the Wardens, and their siblings. Though, I wouldn't mind creating some new Palace they deal with, where Dancing is an really odd and big factor in it.  If we want something with Shipping, my favorite ship is: AnnXMakoto.  Or, any AU spin. Phantom Thieves, in the world of Pokemon? Sure! Why Not>! Kingdom Hearts! Fill me, with the power of...Darkness! Another series I have loved for a long time. What's your favorite Trio?! Were you satisfied with KHIII? My trio, is Sea-Salt. As I loved 358/2 Days (Read as: Three, Five, Eight, Days Over Two....for some reason....)) and as for KHIII, I was! I know some weren't, but it delivered on everything I needed to feel, the feels.  Canon Characters, please.  But, again, any head-canon thoughts, feel free to share them!  For this Fandom, we can dive in anywhere. Want to explore a certain game more, with our own twists? Let's! Wanna do an AU, with our favorite characters? An AU Inspired by Final Fantasy X-2, starring Aqua, Kairi, Nanime, And Xion? I'd love ya! Re-write some Canon events, and create a new KH time-line? I love timey-whimey problems!  Favorite over-all KH character?  Xion, for me. Something about the quiet girl has always appealed to me. Though, Luxord, despite what short amount of time we see him, is another favorite. 

Akira Toriyama's World, of Dragon Ball I have specific ideas for this one.  1) Deals within an AU, with Gohan and Videl, more focusing on their jobs as Saiyaman and Saiyman-2./Woman. The Buu Saga, wouldn't have occurred the way it did. Instead, allowing Gohan time to be more of a hero. Though, new foes would appear. Perhaps, the non-canon movie villains, like Bojack, Cooler, and others. Android 21, if we want to slide her into the mix too. Canon and OC's. But, Canon are the main focus. 2) Within Universe 6,  I'd like to adapt the Tuffle Arc from GT, but with the Universe 6 Saiyans! Cabba, Kale, and Caulifla having to fight off the Tuffle infection! I'd like to include the Twin Tuffles from Heroes, but open to OC Tuffles being the main Antagonist.  Despite what anyone might think of Disney's control of the Franchise, I am still quite in love with it. I do have high hopes for Episode IX. Though, I don't want to focus any RP in the new era. Instead, I'd like to go more in some AU route (A running theme in this post, I know..) But, The Force Unleashed in DLC, had plots of this nature. With Luke falling on Hoth, due to Starkiller, and Leia taking up the 'Last' Jedi role. And, if one does a search for scrapped Concept Art for Battlefront-4, they had all sorts of AU thoughts: Darth Obi-wan, Jedi-Maul, Sith Luke and Leia, Light-Side Vader, and so much more! I think, diving into some AU could be fun! An AU where Luke and Leia, serve the Empire, and its up to an Old Light Side Anakin to redeem his kids?  Instead of Qui-Gon being killed on Naboo, perhaps it was Obi-wan; allowing Qui-Gon to become Anakin's Master, but with the scar of losing his Padwan.  Or, perhaps a tale on Anakin and Obi-Wan, during Anakin's training. I finished reading Master and Apprentice , which is a canon book about Obi-wan and Qui-Gon, and loved it.  Or, another idea, dealing within EA's Battlefront II and Inferno Squad. I'd like a story with them, actual being the Elite Squad for the Empire, and not becoming Rebels. Might be odd to write from the Empire's POV. But, I wish they had gone another way with those characters. It is was so underwhelming to see Iden just randomly have a change of heart. Without seeing the Bad-ass Special Force Commander. 

Though, I do not have as many ideas/thoughts for these, here are some others. ! Sword Art Online/Gun Gale Online My Hero Academia  Super Sentai/Power Rangers Power Rangers 2017 Movie-Verse Pokemon The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya Catherine/Katherine Thanks for reading!