#obi wan kenobi is soft for his girl

[corinthianism]

corinthianism's fic recs

here are my personal favorite fanfics! idk how often i'll update this, but i hope you like them as much as i do :) *indicates smut

last updated: march 26, 2024

MARVEL

loki laufeyson - from the void, with love — by whirlybirbs (my fav fanfic of all time!!! i think about this fic several times in a day bro) - riptide — by starks-hero - the tailor* (series) — by birdofhermes (ao3) - time after time (series) — by goldencherriess (ao3) - a friend from work — by cozy_the_overlord (ao3)

thor odinson - god of fertility* (request) — by charnelhouse - highway don't care (but i do, i do)* (part one, part two, part three) — by spacelabrathor

peter parker (andrew garfield) - agree to disagree — by delicate-dorothea - nerdy peter (request) — by webslingingslasher - good boy x bad girl trope (request) — by webslingingslasher - hold you here, my loveliest friend* — by p3mybeloved - your friendly neighborhood sensitive spider* — by jin0 - glad you're home — by withahappyrefrain - the mechanics of a soul — by irndad - 3 is the magic number* — by withahappyrefrain - crush — by ptersparkers - as it goes — by forever-rogue - here comes the sun (part one, part two, part three) — by withahappyrefrain - stability, reciprocity, and a romance for the ages (series) — by privateanxieties (ao3 - need an account to read)

steven grant (moon knight) - hold me close — by stormkobra-5 - gift of min* — by astroboots - puzzles* — by stormkobra-5 - first time* — by luvpedropascal - domestic adonis* — by peterman-spideyparker - where it starts — by silversweetpea - fallen from heaven, grown on earth* (series) — by davosmymaster (ao3) - call me poe* — by kittyfandom (ao3) - elemental — by batsingotham (ao3) - the boy with the thorn in his side — by eating_flowers (ao3)

marc spector (moon knight) - not him — by loud-mouth-loser - it's worth it, it's divine* — by the-archxr - i'm getting to know someone — by davosmymaster (ao3)

wade wilson (deadpool) - tea and sympathy (series) — by bucketsoffrogs (ao3)

SHERLOCK (BBC)

sherlock holmes - your hidden strength — by okay-j-hannah - sublime dexterity* (part one, part two) — by daydreamtofiction - literally everything by starks-hero

SUPERNATURAL

sam winchester - playing house (part one, part two) — by uncouth-the-fifth - baby i'll stay (heaven can wait) — by uncouth-the-fifth - move over.* — by ggwritesstuff - where's your head at?* — by beau55515 - birthdays: sam winchester style* — by karleekarma (ao3) - the comforts of home — by zepskies - under the hood* — by shawslut

dean winchester - whether you like it or not — by kbeautimous (ao3) - reading you wrong — by zepskies - cherished — by thatonewriter15 (ao3) - soft touch — by wearywinchester - i love her, that's why* — by kaleldobrev - drivin' me crazy* — by lis-likes-fics

castiel - salt n' lick* — by aperfectgrace (ao3) - a bite of apple pie (series) — by ac_deanc (ao3)

THE SANDMAN

the corinthian - bring me a dream* (series, ongoing) — by placeinthemiddleofnowhere - nihil — by lis-likes-fics

dream/morpheus - sweet dreams (are made of this) — by stranger-nightmare

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner - from eden — by heliotropehotch - gold star — by honeypiehotchner - love, an abstract concept — by luveline - honeymoon phase* (series) — by hotchsbitch (ao3)

THE BOYS

soldier boy (he's absolutely horrible but so. so. hot.) - break me down* (series) — by zepskies (go read their other stuff too!) - talk to me — by zepskies

homelander (also absolutely horrible. would sleep with him.) - if i can't have you — by watchstarscollide - milky white* — by after-witch

GAME OF THRONES

jaime lannister - i'm not made by design — by ichorai (this legitimately changed my brain chemistry)

STAR WARS

obi-wan kenobi - like turning on the light* — by full-time-make-believer (deactivated acc) (this also changed the trajectory of my life) - where it wasn't* — by 221bshrlocked - your thoughts are loud — by spidersbane - empty me out* — by 221bshrlocked - house of memories* (series) — by meshlasolus - bad idea, right?* (series) — by mischiefling (ao3) - you make me feel like dancing — by saradika (ao3) - it's a wonderful lie — by firstofficerwiggles (ao3) - temptation's kiss — by karasong (ao3) - you make my dreams* — by wickedscribbles (ao3) - like a living mirage — by karasong (ao3) - broken drought* — by rosalindbeatrice (ao3) - never grow up — by doihavetoloseyoutoo (ao3) - never ending story — by kybercrystal (ao3) - volveré* — by kxnobi (ao3)

din djarin (the mandalorian) - the savior* (part one, part two, part three) — by dindjiarin - significant — by softlyspector - touching din — by archieimagines - uncharted territory* — by pedrito-friskito - creed* — by wheresarizona - home is wherever i'm with you* (part one, part two, part three) — by saradika

DRACULA (BBC)

count dracula - the székely* (series) — by theplumsoldier

LOTR/THE HOBBIT

thranduil oropherion - a boon* (series) — by inksplots (ao3) - beauty and the beast (series) — by tamurilofrivendell (ao3)

DOCTOR SLEEP

dan torrance - of monsters and men* — by helaintoloki & obitwo - domestic life (headcanons) — by thornsinmycrown - smut alphabet* — by daincrediblegg

[darthgloris]

2AM THOUGHTS #4: "This idiot is so down bad, your honour."

Anakin looked out at the campsite and huffed a tired breath. As his eyes flickered through the Clones and Jedi, he happened to catch sight of a familiar face, one he hadn't seen in two years.

He approached her curiously, gently touching her arm to get her attention.

"Y/N?" He asked as he took in her face again. It had to be her. "It can't be..."

"Who are you?" She asked, eyebrows furrowed as she wondered how he knew her name.

"It's me, Anakin!" He said, smiling.

"Ani?" She recalled, and the use of his nickname sent chills down his spine. Her face broke out into a grin as she recognized him and she jumped in joy. "Whoa!" Anakin laughed, joining into her childish outburst of emotion.

"How did you-"

"What are you-"

They giggled as he picked her up in his arms and twirled her around in pure bliss, not caring who saw.

She was back.

He had his Y/N back!

"Maker, I missed you so much!" She said, smiling ear-to-ear.

"I missed you, too! I mean, look at you!" He exclaimed, looking for the right choice of words. "You're grown-up now!"

She giggled, cupping his face in her hands and running her thumbs over his cheekbones. "And you... look how handsome you are now! I didn't think you could get any more beautiful but you look divine..."

He smiled at her in that way that she remembered, how his eyes would sparkle and his adorable dimples would show; that same smile that made her knees buckle still had the same effect on her.

"Me? Have you seen you? You're- you're stunning." He breathed and smiled like an idiot when she hugged him again.

"Master, Master Kenobi and I- oh." Ahsoka said, approaching the two friends.

"Master? You have a Padawan now?" She asked, smirking. "I never would have guessed it."

"Neither would I," he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Ahsoka, this is Y/N, she's my best friend!"

"It's nice to meet you." The young girl smiled, offering her a nod.

"Oh, please, the pleasure is all mine." She grinned, nodding back. "Is he a good Master?"

"Yeah, he's okay." Ahsoka teased, and Anakin mocked offense by putting a hand on his chest.

"Uh, excuse me!" He said, but he couldn't keep a straight face, making Y/N laugh. He couldn't help but feel a sense of fullness when he heard her laughter leave her lips. Now it was just like when they were Padawans, when he used to make a stupid joke in an inappropriate moment and they'd hold back their snorts until they were forced to, only to burst out laughing the minute they were free until tears beaded up in their eyes.

"Um, why don't I show you around a bit?" Anakin offered.

"Maybe you can show her your tent..." she teased without thinking.

"Ahsoka!" He responded through gritted teeth, glaring daggers at her.

Y/N's cheeks tinted a soft pink, but she regained her composure to answer. "I'd love to, but I have a few things to do right now."

His expression fell slightly, like a puppy who was being denied a chance to go for a walk. "How about we catch up later this evening?"

He immediately smiled again, agreeing without thinking twice. "Of course, that would be perfection!"

He internally cringed at his choice of words. Nice going, you jackass.

Y/N just giggled at his goofiness, and hugged him again. "Great. I'll see you later, Ani." She said and left a soft, lingering kiss on his cheek.

"Bye, Ahsoka." She smiled at the Padawan, who waved back with a small smile as she looked at Anakin, who was watching her walk away while his fingertips grazed the spot her lips touched oh so gracefully.

"You are folding so damn hard for her and I am here for it." She chortled.

"What?! No! No, no!" He denied immediately. He didn't think his crush on her was so obvious. Was it?

"What's going on here?" Obi-Wan asked as he walked towards Master and Padawan.

"Y/N's back." Anakin hurried to speak before Ahsoka.

His response made Obi-Wan guffaw as well.

"This idiot is so down bad, your honour." She explained after his outburst.

"Oh, you have no idea, young one."

"Oh, shut up..." he groaned, but still looked at the direction she went in with a longing expression.

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka shared a knowing smile. She had never seen her Master, usually collected and suave, so head-over-heels for someone.

And she wasn't going to stop teasing him for the life of her.

[blue-sadie]

Squished Between

Anakin Skywalker x Reader x Obi Wan kenobi

Summary: having targets on your back ends you up with two hot bodyguards

Warning: age gap, pool sex

Yn/3rd person pov

My family is very well known and being well known has its up and downs we had a lot of allies and enemies so we were close to the jedi order especially master skywalker and kenobi.

"put some clothes on" my dad complained as I waltzed into the room, I was wearing a skimpy bikini and I bite my lip as I caught anakin looking at my body up and down.

"I'm gonna hang by the pool" I smiled skipping my way out to the pool and as I reached the pool a shiver ran through my body their intense gaze made my body feel on fire, I dipped my feet into the water and sat myself on the edge of the pool, "hey their pretty girl" anakin murmured as he and obi wan came outside "so what brings you guys this side of the planet" I asked leaning back on my elbows looking back at them.

"Your father has asked us to look after you while he's away" kenobi said adjust his belt I smirked glancing over to anakin who averted his gaze as I looked at him "I wonder if my dad will ever realize I'm a grown woman and not a child" I sighed dramatically as I got up and went deeper into the pool swaying my hips with each step.

"Come join me" I murmured not looking at them "We can't-" I glanced at anakin "why are you that bor-" and as planned anakin took off his robes leaving him in his tunic and jumped in "what were you saying" anakin muttered as he came towards me.

"Nothing" I murmured batting my eyelashes at him making him chuckle "I'm sure you were about to call Mr boring" he grinned evilly as he started backing me up against the wall "I thought we were supposed to be professional" obi wan groaned as he too slid off his robes and joined us in the pool.

"We could but how can we resist this lovely and how she always teases us" anakin chuckled as he used his hand to caress my cheek "so you were getting the message I thought I was just to young for you" I loved rilling them up "sweetheart I'm only a couple years older then you so you better watch" anakin muttered as he clasped my chin tightly.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

Their touch made my body feel on fire, obi wan lips molded against mine roughly as their hands started to pull off my clothes "your so beautiful" obi wan smiled and I gasped as anakins fingers dipped down to my core gently slipping into my folds rubbing my clit my eyes flattered as my mouth opened onto an o shape "f-fuck" I moaned.

They chuckled and praised my reactions as anakin slipped his fingers into me "she's so tight" anakin groaned as he started using his fingers to scissor me "and look at these perky things" kenobi growled as he started to play with my breasts and pinch my nibbles my moans started turning into soft crys as I felt my climax coming nearer "please can I c-cum" I cried and they only laughed before anakin gave me a teasing yes, he started thrusting his fingers deeper into my pussy and adding more intill his all his fingers were inside it was getting to be too much.

Tears started to prick my eyes as my body began to tense and my core began to clench "c-cumming" I whined out my legs squeezing around his hand "such a good slut" anakin chuckled kissing my forehead, I whined as they pulled back from me my body still shaking from the orgasm but my mouth immediately began to water as the slid off their tunics leaving them bare, I bit my lip in excitement as I looked down at their cocks they were exactly as expected big.

"So how do you want to play this sweetheart" kenobi asked as they settled beside me again I looked at him with lust and hunger and ran one of my hands up and down his chest as I leaned up to his ear "I want you both in my pussy" I whispered but loud enough for anakin to hear kenobi was flustered and didn't know what to say while anakin just growled out.

Anakin pushed up behind me caging me between them "that could be arranged" he growled out and his hands ran down the back of my thighs stopping at my knee before picking me up I squealed out as he brought my legs to my chest but a bit spread out obi wan took in the sight as he pressed himself closer to me and he moved his cock running the tip up and down my slit "please obi please" I begged arching my back towards him he only grinned "as you wish princess" and finally pushed in.

We both moaned in pleasure as he started moving "you were r-right she is t-tight" he groaned "like I said master when am I ever wrong" anakin laughed as he adjusted me as his cock was also by my slit "you ready slut" he growled and only pushed in when I nodded, I cried out as it burned at the stretch "fuck" anakin yelled out as kenobi tensed his jaw so he didn't make a sound.

Their cocks filled me up and they had to wait for me to adjust before they could move "y-you can move" I murmured as I put my arms around obi wan for support, they slowly started to pump into me asking every few minutes if I was ok but after the fith one my pained whines turned into moans and they took that as a sign to move faster "your doing so well sweetheart" kenobi praised and kissed me again but more roughly and full of passion "aww don't leave me out" anakin whined playfully before starting to suck on my neck again.

My breathing started to quicken and my eyes rolled as their cocks brushed against my sweet spot "I think we found it" anakin groaned and started to hit that spot over and over again my body began to react to their touches as I felt a knot form in my stomach, I started to clench around them to help make them cum "if you keep doing that sweetheart I can't hold myself back" kenobi groaned and I felt their cocks began to twitch.

Their thrusts started to quicken and our moans started getting louder as we neared our climaxes "c-cum in-inside me" I moaned as I cum my body spasming in their arms, it only took them a few more thrusts before they filled me up and some of their cum leaked out into the pool "f-fuck" I whined out as they carefully pulled out of me but anakin stilled held me firm against his chest.

My body felt weak and sore so I was using him for support "w-what time is my dad g-getting back" I stuttered my throat was dry and sore, anakin leaned down to my ear and whispered darkly.

"in one whole week"

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Authors notes; what do you guys think? First post fully on another fandom, hope you guys like it 🥰

[renlyslittlerose]

Today's drabble is... 'Falling Asleep'. I wrote this one for me. It seems I can only write Vaderwan when it's just a drabble 😅

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Vader was asleep.

One couldn’t tell just by listening to him. The harsh mechanical sounds of artificial bellows remained the same, slow and steady and even, giving away very little as he hid beneath his mask. But Obi-Wan saw the subtle drop in his shoulders and the curve to his spine as he sunk lower in his chair, his grip on the armrests relaxing ever so. For a moment he saw his Padawan again, bored and exhausted as he slouched in his chair and dozed in the heat of the sun.

Swallowing the ache, Obi-Wan returned his attention to the meeting, listening to the droll conversation and various reports with idle interest.

Vader had been gone on a week’s long mission, returning only yesterday. He’d stunk of death and cauterized wounds when he’d returned, a chunk of something lodged in his armour that the droids struggled to remove as he sat and gave his report to Obi-Wan and Admiral Daala. His face remained hidden behind the impassive black mask, but Obi-Wan could feel his exhaustion through their bond even then.

Obi-Wan had made a remark about someone finally getting the better of him. Vader had been too tired to come up with one of his usual retorts, and simply lumbered off to his chambers with the metal still stuck in his pauldron.

Evidently, he’d not gotten much rest afterward.

“Admiral Kenobi? Lord Vader?”

Obi-Wan looked up from his datapad to see the meeting had been adjourned and most had already left, save for one of the scribes who stood nervously in the doorway.

“Lord Vader and I have something to discuss in private,” he said, and waved the girl away.

He spared Vader another glance. He was still asleep, though Obi-Wan had to stare to be sure, watching his shoulders as they rose and then fell, and how his grip remained featherlight. Though protected in layers of his suit that hid both his body and thoughts away from the rest of the world, he seemed vulnerable in ways that Obi-Wan wasn’t used to seeing outside of his chambers.

It was an odd thing to witness.

Returning to his work, Obi-Wan completed his reports just as Vader seemed to come to. His grip tightened on the seat, his shoulders straightening, and his mechanized breathing stuttered for a moment, a gasp filling the space before the bellows pumped air back out.

Obi-Wan stood and sent Vader a quick glance. “Enjoy your nap?” he asked as he passed.

Vader’s hand shot out and grasped his wrist, holding on with focused softness. Obi-Wan still wasn’t used to feeling the metal touch of his left hand - unmoving, resilient, hard. He missed the grip of his old fleshed one, calloused and warm along the dip of Obi-Wan’s spine and the curve of his jaw.

“Why?” Vader asked.

Why? Because you looked like you needed the rest; because I still feel it’s my duty to care for you; because I wanted for you to rest, if just for a moment.

“I didn’t want you to embarrass yourself in front of the council,” he said primly. “It’d look bad on both of us, if you were caught sleeping during a debrief.”

He turned his hand then and wrapped his fingers around Vader’s wrist. He squeezed gently as he stared into the lifeless eyes of his mask. A spark fluttered through their bond, and Obi-Wan knew his lie was discovered.

Retracting his hand, Obi-Wan headed to the door and paused in the entrance. “Now that you’re rested… come to my quarters later this evening, will you?”

He left before Vader could answer. Vader never said no to him, anyways.

[poppysunderthestars]

➷ heartless ➷

"tryna find the one that can fix me"

⟡ fuckboy!ani and fem!reader

⟡ warning: slight sexual concepts, kissing, +18 content, degradation, sexual tension. (if i'm missing any, please let me know!) minors do not interact!

⟡ summary; fuckboy jedi ani loves going all in with the female padawans. yet the only one who does not fall into his claws is the girl with a secret life and that drives him insane. will he have his ways with you?

⟡ word count; 1,8k

author's notice: happy late birthday dear hayden! you will have to forgive me, i'm very rusty, it's been a while since i wrote like this. what do you all think for a part 2 with way more smutty content? let me know your opinions! (english is not my first language, if you find any details, lmk)

‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.‧₊˚ ⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

'the hot jedi from tatooine' 

that's what everyone called him, including you. 

yes, while anakin was a very special padawan, you were even a better one. he had slept with almost all the female padawans available in the temple yet you seemed to be the only one not falling for his troubling reputation, and charming smirk when someone says a quick remark about his abilities or his silky and soft brunette mane. 

since his hormones began revolting and his hands couldn´t keep to himself, all he thought about from dusk 'till dawn, was fucking.

he spent most of his hours, daydreaming about which next little innocent padawan to corrupt. what position he would put them in, how slow or fast he would pump them. he could cum and stain his black pants from just thinking how slutty they were all for him. all putting their asses up just for him to go feral on their small cunts.

he enchanted everyone, but you. you could not seem to understand how incredible everyone thought he was. he was nothing but a heartless stupid fuckboy jerk . 'he is not even that smart' you thought. 

however you could not exclude the biggest and most important fact of all, he was h o t. and not 'one-night stand' hot. but  ‘i want him to make me some babies' hot.

no matter how hard you tried to resist him, your private time in your chambers always ended up with you breathlessly murmuring his name and enveloping your digits with your fluids wishing it was him caressing your insides.

it was normal to feel this way, you hated him but at the same time you desired him. he always ignored you and the only time he even looked at you was when he wanted some nighty company. you could never lower yourself to him, cause he would never treat you right.

right?

well, it depends on what you mean with right. cause lately you've been craving a nice and pleasing time with someone and you did find yourself wetting your panties to his thought. 

you were one exemplary padawan to the rest, always paying attention to your master, leaving to your room early, never hostile or worse, a whore.

that´s what people reasoned about you, the perfect padawan. you used to be that, always getting up early to prepare for training, spending time in the library, being curious but not much to seem nosy, caring, empathetic, and overall nice.

once you finally started to rebel against your origins, you became more confident, experienced, and fun. some nights you secretly left your room and escaped to low coruscant in search of what could be interpreted as a sluty night. you know, a few drinks in an unknown bar, a bit of harmless flirting, and ending the night in a stranger´s apartment getting your brains shaken, once and twice and...

too many times to count.

no one seemed to look past the "teacher´s pet quiet girl" façade, except mr. fuck-it-all also known as fellow anakin skywalker. master obi wan kenobi´s padawan.

he just knew you were too good to be true. you had to have a secret that you guard with your life or something. he couldn't wrap his head on why he viewed you as interesting, you were pretty, yes. and you were smart, decisive, and down-to-earth. still, he just deducted it was because you´re mysterious, know how to put a person in their place, and keep your inner thoughts to yourself, something he somehow found fascinating.

before, he had tried to use the force to read your thoughts ( he was very powerful he could manipulate most people to do so), the only thing is that he could not. you were not that easily undermined. 

you were very strong-minded and even more powerful than skywalker himself, he just did not realize that. however, you did know he tried to subdue you several times with no success. you were the last trophy on his "fuck" collection and he desired you like you desired him, or even worse. 

he was determined to have you either way, he was going to have you. he was so cocky thinking he could effortlessly make you fall into his trap. 

it was a very nice day, to say the least, your master had congratulated you for the improvement in your fighting skills. you also received a letter from one of your night men asking to see you again, which grew your ego.

nothing was stopping you today

until there was...

again, mr. anakin skywalker. it was not the first time you had sensed his impetuous sexual need, you felt it whenever you were close to him. it was a very present sensation. your mind just knew he was desperate and tensed for release. still, you did not understand why he wanted you, when he could have had any other woman.

'why?' you questioned.

it was sincerely driving you insane. it was like he purposely tried to make you desire him in hopes of you letting get fucked by him. it was a very complicated situation for you. you wanted him but you did not want to seem influenced by the sexual need of him inside of you.

that night you schemed your plan you were going to dominate him like he had never been before. you were going to have him under your spell. he was not going to be able to resist one more day after you let him taste you and devour you as he should.

you spent most of the night visualizing the penetration that was going to take place. the flavor of his skin against your mouth and the roughness of his hand stroking your thighs with such excitement. in between those thoughts, you fucked yourself several times with him on your mind.

it all came down to the decisive moment the next day, you arrived to his persona chilling in the garden and you sat beside him.

“now, i knew you would come,” he said confidently, grinning against his hand to hide the fact he was ecstatic about your presence. it was finally coming through

“such a cheeky man, are you not?” you responded when you noticed he could not stop smiling. “you never rose interest in me, you always looked mediocre to me ”

he didn’t feel compelled into your game, it was like a tug of war, and the last one to give in was going to look weak. he was putting up with your sassy introduction and you were putting with his jerkily overbold personality. the feeling you could not outrun was finally here. 

while you wished for his death right then, you also desired his tongue on your wet pussy ready to take all of him. 

“i would say, on the contrary, you look like one touch from me would send you to heaven”

 did he just say that? what an arrogant dude. 

“what makes you so sure about that?” 

“the word is out that you are such a slut” he dropped it, it was such an irreverent comment. he was not sure if it was true, however, he did not give a fuck about his reputation, and whatever it took he was going to figure out what the hell was your little secret.

you pierced his eyes with your own, perceiving his lips licking themselves and looking up and down at you. like analyzing the effect he had on you.

“well, i heard something else” you took your finger to your lip in a naive look, and you spoke softly and slowly giving you the rest of the power and making him doubt his previous wording. “you are not better than i am, that’s what’s up”.

he did not care at all, he knew he was no better than anyone else. yet he was losing his mind over that little interaction between the two of you.

“i never said i was, you just assumed i was. whoever told you otherwise is looking for trouble” it was a play of words, so much tension in that little bench. your bodies became closer with each phrase dropped in the air. it was so dirty how your breaths were almost mixed up, how he was resisting throwing himself at you. you could not stop looking at his fleshy and almost lubricated lips. you were close enough to explode right there.

“then i am one for deep trouble” you responded still not taking your sight from his breathless mouth, too close to be sane and too far from a full kiss. some parts of your lips were touching his by now, yet it was nowhere close to what you both were wanting.

“oh, yeah you are, whore” 

you found yourself in a trance by just a few millimeters and a deprecating ruse. it was intoxicating his presence by his short and gasping breathing.  

“you would never care to think miss perfect here likes being treated like the sluttiest thing around here, right?” while he spoke, you rose your eyes to his, nonetheless you found him admiring your facial elements in the warm afternoon illumination. 

“could you look more ruined than this?” you lowly spoke with a peal of mocking soft laughter, splashing all over your face. 

“tryna find the one that can fix me" understanding that no miracle was happening there, he gradually tried to separate from you. the slow-motion effect made an evident effect on you, or well your panties. you were a full ocean down there, you felt the humid ambient growing with each progressing moment. you’d had enough

“think that could be you?” 

without the right amount of time to think fully through, you went right to it and connected your lips to his. tugging his hair to enclose the remaining space between you. 

he was so proud he did not fall first, and that showed when the kiss was complemented by a shameless smirk that decorated his chiseled visage.

the little obstinate man was not letting his emotions show and you sensed that. he cut the kiss observing closely your iris filling with a black tint. felt like a rush you’d never felt before, not even back in low coruscant. never felt like that before.

he confidently stepped up and bent over to your ear, humming delicately causing a tickling sensation like just a few minutes before.

“you could never fix me, even if you tried” he spoke. breaking your burning daze.

just like if he had not felt a single thing, he left the room hiding his frenzy. he wanted to go deeper on you, go harder and faster. you did not deserve it. you were such a tease.

leaving you all alone while you were all ready to take his hard throbbing dick, what a heartless man…

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

Confessions {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

approx. 1,000 words

Summary: You and Anakin blow off some steam by getting drunk together. When you return back for the night you are greeted by Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan Kenobi who insist you get to bed. As Qui-Gon prepares you to sleep, he hears your drunken confessions; of love and insecurities.

Warnings: F! reader, insecurities, drunkenness, (Anakin and reader are in their 20s), reader and Anakin are platonic, angst, 18+

As you return back to the grounds from your impulsive bar hopping with Anakin, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon are the first people you see. Disappointment is clearly written all over their faces, since two of their best Jedis are coming home past curfew and three sheets to the wind.

"sshhhh Ani, someone could hear us," you giggle out whisper yelling as he trips over his feet like a new born giraffe.

"Sorry, which way do we go," he asked with a tilted head, not sure if he could recognize the corridors in the dark.

"This way, follow m-" you started as you turned left but were cut off by the strong chest of Master Qui-Gon who was just around the corner.

Behind Qui-Gon was Obi-Wan, who could not hold back his giddiness. He wasn't angry at your antics. He loved that you and Anakin were acting like normal young people but had to put on a poker face for Qui-Gon as he handed down punishments.

Your cheeks were flush, scarlet with embarrassment for getting caught by someone you respected so highly. You were always trying to please Qui-Gon. It was an unspoken truth that you were his favorite padawan; because of your discipline in learning the ways of the force and in the longing glances you both exchanged over the past many months.

Qui-Gon's piercing gaze fixes on Anakin, and then shifts to you, his brow furrowing as he detects something beneath the surface. He knew that bar hopping wasn't your idea. Anakin was corrupting the sweet girl beside him, and Qui-Gon was not going to stand for it.

"Anakin, Obi-Wan will escort you back to your quarters," Qui-Gon ordered, putting an end to the night's activities. "And you," he turned and lowered his gaze to your sheepish figure, "come with me."

You nod in comply and Qui-Gon gently takes you by the hands, leading you to your bedroom. Yawning the whole way there, Qui-Gon's anger fades into protectiveness, just wanting to make sure you don't hurt yourself and sleep off as much as you can of what will be a massive hangover.

He shuts the door quietly, as to not startle you with any loud sounds and sees you struggling to remove your tunic. Your arms are stuck three quarters of the way out and the twisting of your shoulders isn't making the fabric roll up your back as you hoped it would.

"hhmph! Qui, could you help me, pretty pleasssssse," you slur out to him for assistance. He doesn't want to risk any impropriety but seeing you struggle was enough to throw all of the norms out the window.

"Relax your arms," he said, reaching for the hem of the shirt to pull over your head. Free from the straight jacket tunic, you stood before him in your lilac lace bra.

He let out a shallow breath as he looked down at you, remarking to himself how soft and cuddly your skin appears to be, and the way the lace of the bra seems to be painted on your breasts, fitting perfectly to the swell of your chest.

In no time flat you have removed your bottoms and exposed you cheeky bum to him, clad in lilac panties, matching your bra.

Oblivious to the tension of the situation, since your mentor is a foot away from your practically naked form you ask, "would you tuck me in?"

He nods, and follows you to the edge of the bed. He watches you cuddle into the silky soft sheets and nuzzle up to your pillow. Qui-Gon loosely drapes the blanket around your form and shift to get up as you reach for his wrist.

"Is there something else you need of me?" he asked, thinking you would ask for another blanket or for a glass of water.

You hesitate, feeling a wave of insecurity wash over you. "Can you… stay? Just for a little while? Just to talk?"

"What is it you would like to talk about?" he inquired, knowing you already confide in him as a mentor for your Jedi training. For some reason he could sense that this would be a different kind of conversation.

"Qui-Gon?" you say barely a whisper.

"Yes?" he replies, his gaze fixed on you with unwavering attention.

"Am… am I pretty?" you ask, your voice tinged with uncertainty.

"What?" Qui-Gon's brow furrows in confusion. "Of course, you are," he says, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "You are beautiful, both inside and out."

Tears fell at the corners of your eyes as Qui-Gon's words wash over you, colliding with some of the negative feelings of your own body's image in your mind. The alcohol had gotten the best of your emotions.

"Then why… why don't boys like me?" you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I mean, I try to be nice and friendly but no body seems to look at me. Like I train, and I train, and I train but I am still soft and nervous around people. I feel like this is a never ending cycle of disappointment. I'm too ugly for my own good."

You end your rant with a heavy heart and a long silent pause. You slowly lift your head from where it is on your pillow to see if Qui-Gon left. Instead, his gaze meets yours with a flicker of angry passing through his eyes.

"They are complete fools," he said passionately. "They fail to see you for your truest form. You tower over them in intellection, and float by them with elegance and grace."

"But Qui-" you sit up and raise your hand to stop him but he continues.

"No, you should never feel less than because these dumb boys don't see what I see in you."

For the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, you are worthy of love.

"I'm sorry for getting so worked up. Its time to rest now," he says, settling in next to you in bed, sat up, and rubbing your back soothingly over the covers.

You welcome the feeling of his hands and of his warmth radiating over the entire bed.

"Thank you," you whisper to him as you drift of to sleep.

Of course, starlight. I want you to feel loved. I will always be here for you.

[ladyxskywalker]

Sighs of Breath & Longing

Obi Wan Kenobi x F!Reader/OFC

stolen glances on your ship to alderaan pass inside the comfort of your loving in between, where a certain little princess wills obi wan into taking a closer look inside his heart…

an older story from 2022, reposting for anyone who likes obi 🌸 ** may contain spoilers for episode four of the kenobi series

You begin to watch him from afar as he’d taken kindly to the little girl – the softened princess with her gentle eyes, and only the strongest of hearts, caring for him instantly. The comfort that she’d been found and that he had done that for her, instilling such wordless relief woven by the joining of their palms.

For a moment it felt as though his eyes had no longer been so weary; that innocence and sensitivity given freely from a child - at the mere touch of her delicate hand alone, had all at once filled him with the warmth he had lost.

You could only imagine what that might have meant for him; to give in to that tender fill of patience laced by love, now that you’ve had a quiet chance to rest after everything that has just gone on…

A feeling of your own – so distantly imagined, that once she’d been safely returned to Alderaan, what then, could this journey imply for you both?

Would he have wanted you to stay with him, just as he sensed your breathless kindness there watching from a delicate veil of cast shadows?

Had he been in tune with all of your heartfelt thoughts and musings, when the sterling blue of his eyes had reflected something slightly hopeful in them, right then as he’d just looked up?

If perhaps you might have slipped away, would you only have dreamed of it yourself?

The passing glance, holding still against your eyes, enlivened there by amber shades of grey, and waiting all at once?

You can only bring yourself to smile softly; to hold onto those stray moments where even the little one has intuitively quirked her brow.

Eyeing the way she leans over to him playfully, her all knowing grin glides itself alight wholeheartedly with wonder, whispering something to him that makes him sigh so endearingly out loud.

“Ben, aren’t you going to talk to her?”

He looks to her fondly with a subtle light of exasperation; something entirely too familiar about it all, awakening his memory to much kinder thoughts.

“Now is not the time, Leia.”

“But isn’t it?”

Shaking your head all to yourself, his ethereal stare lays claim to you all over again, as if the time for saying things, or even feeling them, hadn’t been more perfect than it had right now.

“You’re too smart for your own good.”

“I know.”

That when he taps her knee the slightest bit conspiratorially, as if to say – stay out of trouble, little one, so soon he can be seen walking over; smoothing the coarse tufts of his beard all the while nervously, between his forefinger, and thumb.

“You know…”

He begins, curiously; a certain glimmer left behind to his eyes when he whispers to you once.

“…a very brave, young lady told me that I should come over here, do you think perhaps she might have been right to assume as much?”

Smiling gently from the ship’s farthest end, the gliding feel of your silhouette slips around him, lending a soft wave of your hand to one of the ship’s doors, as it closes right behind you.

“I do, if that is what you might have wanted.”

He breathes you in even nearer, then; wordlessly tracing the slightest hitch of your breath as it hovers past the chill of night, and the dimly held light upon the wall.

“It was.”

For a moment you sense his eyes, and how they’ve wandered off in the careful feel of softened time that passes, finding yourself wondering about all it is that he could possibly be thinking about.

“Are you hurt, General?”

He looks away, tired eyes reflecting all of their blue, where no longer they lay solemn.

“I’ll be alright.”

Your shoulders fall, an exhale of breath soon to give way toward a faded sense of relief, sighing when nothing else comes.

“Forgive me for overstepping, but…”

And he turns to you amidst a cascade of idle shadows, instinctually caressing your face as if it had been every wave of truth; so endlessly overwhelming, and pure.

“What is it, darling?”

Leaning into his smooth and capable touch, the drifting feeling of it alone almost leaves you speechless, forgetting all it is you had hoped to say to him from the start.

“I sense such a deepened ache in you, Obi Wan…your body is not the only thing that must heal itself.”

Brushing along your skin, the winding feel of his palm cradles itself tenderly upon your face, as if lovingly entranced by it.

“I know.”

“What you did for her, and all that you’ve just faced…you shouldn’t be alone in this. Not now.”

“I do not want to be, not truly…”

Listening to the inviting sounds of elegance woven throughout his voice, your compassion brings you toward him even closer, colliding with the plush feel of his chest beneath his robes, and the patient way his arms have soon wrapped themselves around.

“…which is why I am here…offering myself as I stand before you.”

“I’m not sure I fully understand your meaning…”

Flush with your hips, the tip of his nose grazes itself past your cheek, pressing a featherlight kiss to you there, before whispering against the skin.

“I think you do.”

The sensations of his tenderness so swiftly have caught onto your entire being, endlessly commanding over all of your nerve endings, just to ignite them with his affection; as if the inevitable pull between you then, just hadn’t been enough.

“I do not know what lies ahead for me.”

His eyes fall away with you into something so heartfelt, and pleading, intuitively sensing all the ways in which you’ve become so wistful.

“Then come with me, wherever I may go, stay here by my side.”

Threading the kindness of your touch throughout his hair, your fingertips catch onto all the honeyed strands of silken gold, finding it most difficult in the sincerity of this moment, not to fall completely when you steady yourself.

“Suddenly I find myself feeling very much lightheaded…”

He grins, pulling you close, all while anchoring you to him; endearing creases there inside his cheeks, enticing you further, lending the flat of your palms in a deft slide along his chest, with his hands, immediately coming up to cover them.

“Good. Then you feel it too.”

So leisurely, the warmth of his air hovers deep inside the span of your entwined arms, leaving you thinking that perhaps all of this just might have been too much.

But it wasn’t.

None of it was, how could it have been?

Not when his hands had been grasping so desperately at your sides like this, before coming round again to rest inside the incredible feel of your longing arch; nudging a trail of marks behind the sensitive shell of your ear, as if you would ever tell him that he should stop…

“Forgive me, it appears I’ve lost myself…”

Caressing his face in both hands, the blur you feel is soon to clouds the many shades of all your looking, so softly once more when you have smiled.

“No apologies, none needed, none at all.”

You kiss him then – lips slotted together and slow, enveloping the pleasurable scratching of his top lip with your own, before welcoming the sound of a heady groan past the pretty corners of your mouth.

And it stays, fanning aimlessly where it’s been driven outwards from his chest, embracing you impassioned there around; the languid circle of his tongue, tethering to all your tension, just as soon as the fervent feeling threatens to infinitely break apart.

… 💙

thanks so much for reading 💐 I think my writing style was a lot different here, in comparison to the way I've been writing stories more recently. I'm trying to loosen up more, and just write what I feel instead of overthinking it too much. simplifying everything is what I'm looking forward to doing now. either way, I hope you enjoyed this & didn't think it was terrible ! 💌 xo

[mydarllinglover]

Stars Collided || Prologue

Masterlist

Anakin stood still, as the other younglings stared and whispered at him, he tried his best to tune out what they were saying, but he couldn't help it, as his nails dug into his palms, taking deep breaths, as his Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, told him.

They snickered and gasped among themselves, as if he wasn't even there, as if he couldn't even hear them.

But when they ceased, and instead stared at someone behind him, he grew confused, then hopeful, had they finally been caught? Would they finally be made to stop?

"Hello." A small voice said.

He turned around, and instead of seeing a Jedi, as he was hoping, he saw a little girl, in a big poofy dress, a tiara sat atop of her head, and her gloved hands were clasped in front of her.

"Your highness" the Younglings gasped, as they dropped to their knees, and Anakins curiosity grew more, as he continued to stand, looking between them and the fancy looking girl.

"Ani, get down!" One of them hissed.

"You." He looked at the girl, again, and she was pointing at him.

"Me?" He asked, pointing at himself.

"What is your name?"

But before he had time to answer, the question was already answered by someone else.

"That's Ani, your highness, he's still new, he's not from around here." One of them said, stifling a laugh, as the others chuckled to themselves.

He grew angry at the taunt, and ultimately embarrassed, he didn't want this girl to know, he didn't even know her, and she didn't know him, but now she was going to look down on him, just like they do, like everybody does.

"You may rise, and make better use of your time" The girl told them, gesturing with her hand for them to get up. "Ani, will you accompany me?" She held her hand out, to him.

He hesitated, before eventually taking her hand in his, and she pulled him along.

But not before stopping and looking over her shoulder.

"Just him." She told the younglings, that had started to follow them. "Go do something useful, with your time. I would hate to have to tell my father, that the Jedi are doing a terrible job of raising our next generation."

Anakin watched in amusement, as their eyes widened, and they all scurried away, bashfully.

"Wow, your father must be some important guy." Anakin told her, a small smile on his face.

He watched as the girls brows furrowed, as she stared at him, noticing his soft chubby cheeks, and the small gap in his two front teeth, his very blond hair, and beautiful blue eyes.

But then she let out a laugh.

"Ani, do you know who I am?" She asked.

"Should I?" His cheeks started to turn red, he wanted to kick himself, had he just offended this clearly very important girl?

"Oh! I like you already." She squeezed his hand, and his arm, as she laid her head on his shoulder.

But she didn't bother to tell him, as she continued to pull him along, not taking notice how his heart was racing.

They snuck around the Jedi temple, in order to not get told off.

And he was shocked to discover, that somehow, this girl seemed to know where she was going.

They had arrived late to lunch, and he noticed how the younglings around the tables, had all shifted, seemingly to make room at their table, for only her to sit at.

She dragged him along to the back of the room, finding an empty table to sit at.

A worker came along, to hand Anakin a bowl of the usual slop, they served, but hadn't bothered to give the girl any.

"Here is your lunch, Prin-"

"Thank you, you may go now." She told the older looking boy, who had just appeared out of nowhere, to hand her a pink box.

And then he did as she said, hurried away.

"That looks disgusting." Her face screwed up as she looked at his food.

"Tastes it, too." He said, glumly, dropping the spoon back into the bowl.

"Here" She scooted closer, towards him. "You can share mine, I have loads."

She opened up the pink box, and just as she had said, there was lots of good looking food.

"No, that's okay." He fought against temptation, not wanting to take from the only other kid that had been kind to him.

"Nonsense, I won't eat it all, anyway" She handed him a juice box, as she sipped from her own strawberry milk. "The chefs always pack me too much."

She shared out the food, between the pair of them, setting out the small sandwiches, cakes, chocolates, fruits and pastries.

The two chatted about all sorts, as they ate together, but none of the things they discussed, had to do with who the girl was, and why she was so important, he noticed how she had an knack to avoid talking about herself, but he didn't want to push her, or do anything to upset her, either.

Once they had finished their lunch, Anakin had found a pack of cards, and they sat in the gardens, as they played together, enjoying the privacy and peacefulness of the place.

"Ani?" A male voice called, interrupting their third game.

"Lovey, where are you?" A booming voice joined the other.

"Lovey?" Anakin asked.

The girl jumped up, as the two men walked towards them.

"Daddy, I made a friend!" She jumped into the mans arms, as Anakin's master, Obi-Wan, joined his side.

"I hear you've been keeping the princess occupied." His master teased, as he lightly elbowed the boy's shoulder.

"Princess?" He asked, again, looking at the girl, who was being hugged by her father.

"That's fantastic, Lovey!" The man grinned widely, as he squeezed the girl in his arms, rocking her.

She wiggled out of his grasp, before joining Anakin, again.

"Daddy, this is Ani, he's a new jedi." She smiled, as she held his hand.

The man got to his knee's in front of the young boy, shaking his other hand, firmly.

"I've heard about you, I've been told that you are going to be a remarkable Jedi, that you're the chosen one."

"Y-yes, sir." He nodded, unsure of himself, he felt embarrassed by the title that had been bestowed to him, all of a sudden.

"Your highness." Obi-Wan corrected.

"Huh?"

"I beg your forgiveness." Obi-Wan told the man. "Ani, this is the king, Of Naboo."

His brows rose high, he was shaking the hand of the king.

He bowed to the man.

"I'm sorry, your highness."

"No need." King Ruwee chuckled. "I take it that my daughter didn't tell you who she is, either."

"Dad..." She mumbled, her cheeks red with embarrassment, as she twisted the toe of her shoe into the stone slab, they were stood on.

"She didn't even tell me her name." Anakin admitted.

"Lovey." Her dad shook his head.

"He didn't know who I was." She shrugged, in defence. "That seems like his problem."

"Would you like to introduce yourself, properly? Your mother would have a fit, if she saw your lack of manners."

"Fine." She turned to face Anakin, switching hands, so now she was shaking it. "Hello, Ani, I'm princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." She said, in a bored tone.

"How do you do, Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." Anakin teased, as he shook her hand, a small smirk on his lips.

Anakin hadn't seen the princess, until a month later, but ever since he had met her, most of his thoughts contained her.

He missed her terribly, and he had only met her, once.

"Ani!" The girl's voice called, as him and the other younglings were leaving breakfast.

"Princess Lovisa Amidala, of Naboo." He greeted, as she ran up to him.

"Little Ani, don't call me that." she rolled her eyes, her happy mood turning sour.

"Sorry, princess" he faked sorrow.

"Ani!" She groaned, stomping her foot.

"Okay, okay." He laughed, "Vis, would you like to accompany me, today?" He asked, and in his mind, he was begging her to say yes.

"Yay! Okay!" She cheered, grabbing his hand.

The two had spent the day, much like the first day they met, but this time, Lovisa had opened up to Anakin about her life, her family, including her older sister Padme, who was 14.

Lovisa had told him that Padme can be very, very bossy, and a lot of the time, she told the younger girl to go away, because she was hanging out with her friends, and they all found her annoying, but other times, she told him how nice Padme was to her, she would brush her hair, and fill her in on gossip, or she would read to her in front of their large apple tree, in the orchard, and when her school work was tough, Padme would always help her out.

Anakin watched her eyes, as she described her sister, he could see bounds of love, and her smile was huge, it made him feel all warm inside, even though he had no family with him, it made him happy to see her talk about her own.

After that day, Anakin didn't see her for another three months.

The two were made to sit in on a meeting, with the council and the king. 

The two didn't hear much of what was discussed, as they had been too busy playing with two quills, pretending that they were Jedi Knights, but one, Lovisa's quill, had turned evil, and Anakin's quill had to defeat hers.

It was a terrifying and heroic battle, until Obi-Wan had snatched Anakin's quill, back, and Lovisa's father had told her that it was important she was listening, instead of playing like a child, which she had responded with "But daddy, I am a child."

Anakin earned a small slap to the arm, from his master, as he failed to hold in a snort.

Anakin hadn't seen the girl again, until they were both ten, and he had discovered that her new fascination, was learning what a Jedi does, and how they fight.

Anakin had suggested that he could teach her, everything he knew, and she was ecstatic at this, quickly yanking him down the halls, and to the training rooms.

"I can't hit a girl, especially not a princess." Anakin sighed, when Lovisa told him to fight her.

"So if there was an enemy, and she was a girl, you would just let her continue?" Lovisa asked.

"Well, no, but I'm not gonna fight you."

"So you're saying your better than me?" She folded her arms across her chest. “Need I remind you who’s taller?”

"I didn't say that."

"Come on, chosen boy, show me what you got. That's an order." She got into a fighting position.

"I'll get in trouble."

"No, you won't, I promise." She crossed her heart, as she said it.

"Fine, but you asked for it." He then got into a fighting position, too.

They walked around each other, in a circle, before Anakin finally made a move, but Lovisa had dodged it, tripping him up, before pinning his arm behind his back, and straddling him, so that he couldn't get up, as he layed on his tummy.

"Vis, I wasn't ready!" He argued, when she let him go, standing back up and dusting off the skirt of her dress.

"You made the first move." She said, calmly.

"How did you even manage to do that?"

"Kuna taught me." She shrugged.

"What's a Kuna?" He asked. Was that a boy? Did she hang out with other boys? Not like he cared though, why would he care?

"My royal guard, he's sixteen, and his job is to make sure I don't get into trouble, but he's really bad at it."

Anakin rolled his eyes.

"What?" She asked.

"Nothing." He shrugged. "Let's go, again."

Anakin didn't manage to beat her, not even once, she managed to get him off his feet, every single time, and he didn't even care, anyone else, and the boy would have been livid, but her, he found himself admiring her, instead, she was remarkable.

The last time they saw each other, they were eleven, and after, Anakin hoped and waited for her return, every single day, but she never came back to the temple, he thought about her all the time, and would talk about her often, to his master, who was quick to remind the boy that attachment was dangerous for a Jedi, which sometimes he would say, just to make the boy shut up, throughout the years, he would wander what she was like, who she hung out with, what she was doing, and what she might look like. Sometimes he found himself looking in the mirror, at his own reflection, wandering what she might think about him, what would she think, to see him all grown up, instead of the little kid, she was a few inches taller than.

Next Part

[znerac]

Come Closer

Sorry for my terrible exuses of titles LOL

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x ftm!Reader

No specific pronouns are used but if i make a part two the reader will be described as ftm

Part 2

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, No Y/N, Cheating (Readers Bf)

Words: 2.2k

Summary: after finding Kriz with another in bed, reader finds themselves in the arms of the general they've treated many times before.

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Today so far was normal, patients were slow, and once you were off-shift you headed home. Of course, your apartment on coruscant wasn't the best, but you shared it happily with your boyfriend Kriz.

You found it odd how the door was unlocked, but brushed it off. You walk in with a happy 'im home!'. You begin to set your things on the counter, when an odd noise was heard. Of course, you thought nothing of it and called your lovers name. When you got no response, you got curious.

Walking over, your brows furrowed at the continuation of the noise, making your gut twist. Opening your guy's shared bedroom door, the pit in your gut deepened and your heart practically shattered.

The two in your bed jumped and your boyfriend started speaking, but you heard none of it. Walking out and shutting the door with tears welling up in your eyes.

You stood for a second in shock.

And then the tears started streaming.

You let out a choked sob and grabbed your bag, shuffling out just as your boyfriend came out of the bedroom.

Of course, you didn't have time to think, you were overwhelmed and disgusted. Rushing out of the building with a few held in cries.

Your mind was racing, and you didn't know where else to go but work, and so you did. You caught a cab back, and when you arrived you bumped into a few clones, apologizing profusely before you went back into your office.

It was pretty much the only place you could be alone. So you sat in your chair and held yourself, your mind going over the scene over and over. It plagued your mind, and it was too overwhelming, you nearly choked on your breath.

After about ten minutes, you heard a knock on your door. And you jumped, quickly wiping away your tears with a weak 'come in'.

The door opened, and you couldn't look up, staring down and grabbing mindlessly at a few papers, "can i help you?" you ask, thumb sliding over the documents.

"You bumped into one of my recruits, said you were upset. Is something wrong?"

You knew that voice, that voice was from a certain general who had a tendency to getting hurt. You looked up, surprised.

"General Kenobi? I- i uh it's nothing im fine, really" you lie between a smile. Obi-wan frowns, coming to sit down on the seat opposite of your desk. "You know very well i can sense that something is not right. Its better to talk about your feelings, you know. Why don't you tell me whats bothering you?" he says, asking again for you to talk. Your mouth wavers, opening and closing to speak. But you break out in a few more tears.

Obi-wan's eyebrows furrow, "Maybe i can help?" he offers, but you shake your head. "You.. Can't do anything. I just.. I" you pause to breathe. "I found Kriz.. With a girl.. When i went home" you say quietly. You watch as Obi-wan thinks, and it clicks. "Oh, I'm so sorry" he says, tone soft. You sniffle, shrugging. "Its.. Its fine. I'll get over it" you mumble, and he sits up. "But it's not fine, he broke your trust. Thats not just something you can forget." he explains, "i expect you probably don't feel like going back. I could offer you a stay in my quarters?" he offers, tilting his head to the side. You give a faint smile, "i.. I can't. I don't want to be a burden"

Obi-wans face contorts, "You're no Burden, Never" he says in an almost defensive tone. "Please, it would be be my pleasure. Besides, you deserve a break. Some peace" he excuses, standing up. "Come now, I'm not letting you be alone after such an event"

You smile faintly, appreciative of his caring demeanor. You stand up, grabbing your bag and slowly following him.

Obi-wan stays fairly quiet as you two walk, it feels tense. But somehow comforting. Although you don't really know the general all that much, you appreciate how caring he seemed to be.

Once you arrived at his quarters in the Jedi Temple, you step in a little nervously. But the clean and tidy surroundings make you just a little more at ease.

"What kind of tea do you like?" he asks, walking over to the set of counters and puts a kettle on. You follow, standing beside him. "I don't usually drink tea.. Just make anything you like and I'll drink it" you say, and Obi-wan looks over, "Ah.. Well.. I'll just make you one of my regulars. Unless you'd like something else?" he cocks a brow. You shake your head, "no, no its okay, I'll drink your uh, tea" you exuse with your hands up. He smiles, "Relax my friend, Take a seat. You could put on a holo if you'd like. Make yourself at home" he says, patting your shoulder and you nod.

You make it over to the little couch by the holo, taking in a shaky breath. Everything went by so quickly, and it felt a little unreal to even be here. You jump a little when you get a commcall on your wrist, but seeing the name your face scrunches and you quickly reject it. You end up taking off your link and setting it aside.

Obi-wan came back with two mugs, handing you one. "I sure do hope its alright, i just made it how i would usually for myself. But if you don't care for it theres always other options" he says, sitting next to you. You can't help but crack a weak smile, looking down at the drink in your palms. "Thank you"

He smiles over at you, and takes a sip from his mug. "Would you like to talk at all? Or would you prefer to just take your mind off of things?" he asks, tilting his head to the side and looking at you with those beautiful blues.

You think for a moment, looking at your transmitter before back at obi-wan. "Maybe later.. We can talk.. I just, want to relax for a little" you reply, and he gives you a nod. "Fair enough. Here, put a show on." he hands you the holopad, and you grab it. Choosing a random show you liked and throwing it up on the big screen.

You both sit quietly, until you start to talk about the show. Which, felt good. Obi-wan was a great listener. He looked over when you spoke, kept his attention on you, and replied when you asked him a question. It had been awhile since anyone actually gave you their full attention, and you were sure obi-wan could sense how thankful you were.

Eventually, you continued to drink your tea, actually finishing it too. "This was good, maybe your just great at making tea. I've never actually tasted one this good" you compliment, standing up. He furrows his brows, "well thank you, but, where are you going?" he asked, uncrossing his legs and sitting up. You pause, looking down at your mug. You thought he would want you to leave after the drink. "I don't know.. I kind of assumed you'd want me to leave after" you reply, and the other chuckles. "No such thing, I'm not sending you back there unless you choose to go. Please, Stay." he smiles, standing and taking your mug. "Here, I'll take care of this. Now why don't you go have a shower and refresh yourself, i have some clothes that could fit you." he offers.

You bite at your lip before sighing, "a shower does seem nice.." you hum, giving obi-wan a faint smile. He nods you to the refresher and you thank him before going, shedding your clothes almost instantly before hopping into the shower and relaxing against the hot water. You just let yourself stand there, soaking up all the warmth.

About five minutes into it, you hear a soft knock at the door followed with a "I'm just going to place these here, a Towel and something for you to wear" you hear obi-wan say. And you smile softly, thanking him before hearing him leave. You don't know how much longer you spend in there, but it just feels so nice you can't help but soak it up until the water starts to turn cold.

At that point, you get out and wrap yourself in the towel after drying your hair. You spend some time just standing there, going over the scenes once more. And then dry yourself off.

When you picked up the shirt obi-wan left you, you smiled a little. It was definitely his, or at least fit him. It was a plain white tee, and you slipped that on along with the gray sweats he gave you. It felt a little odd to be in another guys clothes, but you decided to savor the feeling. If your boyfriend could savor another person, you could let yourself at least wear these. You walked out, feeling a bit better and definitely more refreshed.

"Enjoy your shower?" you hear obi-wan ask, as he walks over to you from the little kitchen in the quarters. He handed you a plate with a neatly made wrap. "Oh, yeah it was.. Really nice" you say, taking the plate and thanking him for it. "Thats good to hear. Now how about you eat that, and then go take a rest. I'll be here, i just have some paperwork to do" he says, pointing to the plate. You cock a brow, "Rest? Like, sleep?" you ask. He nods. "I'm not taking your bed, obi-wan. I can rest fine on the couch"

"Nonesense. You can sleep in my bed, it's more comfortable I'd say. I'll take the couch, you need a good rest and I've had plenty." he smiles. You huff, thinking for a second. "You're not sleeping on the couch, this is your home, you can rest in the same best as me, we're both adults" you counter, and he raises a brow. "You're okay with that?" he asks, and you nod reassuringly. He gives you a final nod, "well then, please do get some rest. I still have to do some work" he says, giving your shoulder a small squeeze. "And if later when i come back, and you decide you don't want me to rest with you i fully understand" he says reassuringly before wandering off to his office.

You stand there for a second before going to sit, eating slowly and going over todays events again. It made you feel worse, but you couldn't help it. But what did help, was Obi-wan offering help and comfort. Which he seemed good at, and that made you feel a little better. Although, when you looked at your empty plate a few tears shed again. You get up to place the plate in the sink, and wander to obi-wans office. Gently pushing the door open. You watch with teary eyes as he turns his head and frowns. Then he stands, and faces you with open arms.

You don't hesitate for a second to jump into his arms and hug him. Feeling his arms wrap around you carefully, caressing your back to comfort you. You sob a couple times into his robes, leaving a small wet mark where your tears fell. But he says nothing, rubbing your back and letting you release those emotions. You spend a good couple minutes in his arms before pulling away, eyes red and puffy. And he smiles down at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. "Let’s go lay, i can sense that you're tired" he suggests, and you nod. Turning and letting him follow you to his bed, and you glance at him before crawling in under the blankets. He waits a second, putting a finger up and going to grab a few clothes of his, and heading to the refresher. He comes back in just a simple sweatshirt and loose pajama pants, and asks you again if you're okay with him laying with you. Of course, you say yes and scoot aside so he can get in.

Once he gets comfortable, you wait for a second, biting your inner cheek. "Can we-"

He nods and opens his arms. And you shuffle into his arms, up against his chest with your head tucked into his neck. It’s comforting, and warm. And you feel yourself relax against him as he rests his arms around you.

Obi-wan moves his arm and suddenly you feel his hand in your hair. And you just melt, humming and leaning your head up into it. Of course he continues, and it just feels amazing.

It had been ages since anyone touched your hair, and it just felt special. Especially with how gentle obi-wan had been treating you. It was like he knew what you needed.

"Obi-wan?" you spoke up gently. He hummed in reply. "Thank you, for everything." you say in a somewhat weak tone, and he holds you just a little tighter. "Of course, Dear" he says softly.

You think for a little, feeling a buildup of emotions in your chest.

He kisses the top of your head, holding you closer, "It's going to be alright my dear, now just rest, okay?" he speaks softly, and you just nod.

Sleep was surprisingly easy to find that night.

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Thank you for reading! Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

[exonerin]

17

So, Anakin calls Padmé an angel right? Or at least, he asks her. And that has me thinking. It has me thinking Obikin, to be precise.

There're two alternative here:

Option 1: Anakin meets Obi-Wan first.

Option 2: Stewjoni biology: slap wings on Obi-Wan and there we have an actual angel.

So, we know the angels Anakin refers to in the Phantom Menace look more akin to butterflies in CW2008. But I imagine Obi-Wan having fluffy wings. And because I'm cruel, he loses mobility over one wing in his fight with Maul. Listen, I have a plan here. A plan that includes Qui-Gon being Anakin's teacher and Anakin chasing after Obi-Wan because wings and angel.

Currently, it's more vibes than plot, though. So, if I were to write a fic, I would first need to sit down and work on an outline.

Either way, here's a snippet:

A girl, so pretty he was instantly enchanted -- charmed -- by her appearance and grace, stepped into Watto's store. Her presence was an incongruity, ill-fitting in the dingy junkshop.

Questions burnt on the tip of his tongue. Nevertheless, he waited until Watto left them in the shop.

"Are you an angel?" he asked, drawing the girl's attention to him.

"What?" she asked, amusement coloring her voice.

"An angel," Anakin repeated. "I heard the deep space pilots talk about them. They're the most beautiful creatures in the universe."

The girl approached him while he talked, her expression inquisitive.

"They live on the moons of Iego, I think," Anakin offered helpfully.

"No, I am not," she responded, her voice heavy with indulgence. "But one of my travel companions is, though I do not know whether he hails from Iego."

Anakin's gaze wandered the gungan inspecting their wares.

Definitely not him.

Then, he craned his neck to look at the yard, where Watto escorted a man dressed like a moisture farmer past rows of rickety spaceships and parts.

"Are you sure?" he asked the pretty girl.

She smiled warmly.

"He's not with us, currently. But all angels have wings, right?"

Anakin's brows furrowed as he tried to recall what he had overheard -- eavesdropped.

"I don't know," he admitted eventually. The angel's beauty and grace were the only reasons Anakin could begrudgingly force the admission past his unwilling lips.

The man dressed like a moisture farmer stepped into the shop again, and his angel lost all interest in Anakin. Her brown eye focused on the man instead. Anakin wilted, his shoulders hunching and his lips twisting into a morose moue. He had hoped his angel would praise his humility, but she had forgotten he existed!

Determined to set this right, Anakin followed them from a safe distance when the trio left the stop, their goal still unaccomplished. All the heroes in his mother's stories needed was an opportunity to woo their princesses.

Anakin would make sure he could showcase his talents to the pretty angel.

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Panic had given him tunnel-vision, his being focused on the fight raging outside the cockpit. So, he didn't the realize the other man dressed like a moisture farmer possessed a set of large wings until he crouched by Qui-Gon's side.

When he closed his eyes, the clashing green and red plasma blades still danced on the insides of his eyelids, burnt into his retinas.

Briefly, he wondered whether this was the life he had signed up for, but the thought passed as quickly as it arrived.

"Anakin Skywalker," Qui-Gon said, "meet Obi-Wan Kenobi."

Anakin turned to face this Obi-Wan Kenobi. He had planned to make a good impression. Qui-Gon was watching, after all, and he looked like someone who would appreciate good manners. Anakin could put on an act.

Any notions of feigning politeness disappeared when wings filled his vision. A soft gasp escaped him, loud in the confined space of the ship's entrance bay. His gaze flitted from Obi-Wan Kenobi's kind eyes to his wings, where they remained glued. He was transfixed despite knowing it was rude to stare.

"Are you an angel?" he asked, his voice breathless in wonder. Fascinated he reached for this possibly an angel Obi-Wan Kenobi. In response, Obi-Wan Kenobi shucked a sleeve of his cloak back to offer Anakin his hand, but Anakin had aimed for the thick layer of feathers.

They were soft under his palm, and so large in comparison. Awed, he stroked the feathers, unintentionally ignoring the proffered hand.

"I… well, yes," Obi-Wan Kenobi responded, sounding bewildered. The wing shifted away from Anakin's hand, who retreated. His cheeks heated in embarrassment as he realized how uncool he had been.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

"Your apologies are accepted, though I would much rather know what you're called," Obi-Wan replied kindly.

Anakin nodded before shaking Obi-Wan's hand. "Hi," he said, though no new greetings could erase his initial forwardness. "I'm Anakin Skywalker. Nice to meet you."

Obi-Wan smiled fondly.

Although Anakin wished to ask whether he could touch Obi-Wan's wings again, he didn't dare to. He wished he could tell his mother he had met an angel. Although he couldn't touch, he trailed after Obi-Wan, staring at the wings. The outer layer was russet, copper-colored feathers that were several shades redder than Obi-Wan's hair. The inside, on the other hand, was pure white down, and Anakin knew it would be soft.

Softer than fluffy bread or his mother's hug.

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As you can probably imagine, Anakin doesn't want Padmé's blanket. No, when he gets cold on his first night on a spaceship, he'll shiver very obviously and pin Obi-Wan with hopeful puppy eyes.

Obi-Wan caves in. I mean, of course he does. And Anakin can just sleep under a wing. So, yes. This is something that exists. Not sure whether it has a future, though.

[winniethewife]

Kinktober Day 5

Day Five: Threesome (Obi-wan x Satine x Handmaiden!reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, FFM, power dynamics, referring to reader as Pet, fingering, p!inv!, Unprotected sex

Minors DNI

Words: 635

The Jedi code was very clear on attachments and falling in love, this was something Obi-wan knew for sure. It was forbidden, having sex however? A bit fuzzier of a subject. That’s why when Satine invited him to see her in her quarters during his visit to Mandalore. He was cautious, but optimistic. What he wasn’t expecting was when he entered her quarters was to find her handmaiden there, even less so was to find both women in just their undergarments, kissing.

“Sorry am I interrupting?” he ask with his classic smirk on his face

“Oh no Master Kenobi. Not at all.” Satine replies with a purr. “I was just getting our sweet pet here ready for us. Isn’t that right darling?”

“Yes Mistress.” The young woman replies breathlessly. Satine was quick to praise her with more kisses and using her delicate fingers stroking the fabric over her wet entrance. Obi-wan approaches the two women, he climbs on to the bed and quickly finds his lips on the handmaiden’s shoulder his arm wrapped around her holding her up as Satine pleasures her. His other hand on Satine’s thigh, squeezing gently, the softness of her skin on his hand familiar but at the same time so very forbidden.

“Now be a good pet, spread your legs for Master Kenobi, so he can get a good look at you.” Satine commands as she pulls the fabric of her underpants down and off her legs, gently pushing her legs apart. Obi-wan feels his mouth start to water slightly as he looks at her soft wet folds. A small mewling sound escapes the poor girl’s lips as she feels the cold air on her most sensitive area. Obi-wan finds him gravitating to her, his fingers slide up the slick folds and he brings them to his lips tasting her. As small hum of satisfaction comes from the Jedi master as after tasting the sweetness of this woman in front of him his lips are captured by Satine’s. As they kiss their tongues battling for dominance Obi-wan’s fingers stroke in and out of the handmaiden’s heat, his other hand working on the clasp of Satine’s bra, tossing it to the side and grasping her breast in his hand as they hold each other close. 

“She is awfully beautiful… much like her mistress.” Obi-wan mutters as he breaks the kiss for a moment to admire the woman as he feels her walls tighten around his fingers as the move swiftly inside her, bringing her closer and closer to her release. But before she can find herself tipping the scales he pulls his fingers out, eliciting a whimper from her lips. “Hush now pet all in good time.” Satine says with a laugh on her lips as she positions herself on top of her. Satine reaches behind her and unclasps her bra before carefully taking one of her nipples in her mouth and her other in-between her fingers, rolling the sensitive nub back and forth. Obi-wan undresses himself, his member at full attention as he kneels between the legs of the women in front of him, he strokes his length in his hand as he watches the two enchanting goddesses in front of him. He carefully slides into the slick folds of the hand maiden as he slides Satine’s lace thong to the side and his fingers begin to circle her clit preparing her for him. Satine moans around the hardened nipple of the woman under her as he does this, the handmaiden’s fingers clutch the bedsheets firmly as she moans at the sensations she is experiencing. It’s almost overwhelming as she feels her eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels pleasure wracks her body as she feels the first of many orgasms she would experience that night.

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Kinktober Masterlist

[missaengg]

You and Me

Technically I know this is a little too long to be a drabble, but I was indulging my nostalgia for the early 2000’s and inspiration hit me as I was listening to Sk8ter Boi by Avril Lavigne and You and Me by Lifehouse. Doesn’t follow the songs exactly, but I totally pictured a skater boy Kylo Ren/Adam Driver, and this story came forth.

And yes, I realize that Rey is not related to Obi-wan Kenobi, but I wanted to give her a last name, and Kenobi seemed to be a good fit in terms of well known names soooo… take it for what it is :P

On that note, this fic takes place in a modern AU so it won’t have anything to do with the actual Star Wars universe.

Hope you enjoy!

* * *

The bar was packed from wall to wall, which was typical of a Friday night in a college town. Even more so in a town that boasted three colleges from the prestigious Jedi University to the more local and not so prestigious Sith College. The bar wasn’t the nicest of bars in town with its beer soaked wood tables and sticky floors, but it did have billiard tables in the back and most importantly a venue for local bands to play, the closest the town would get to live entertainment, even for the most haughtiest of the Jedi University students.

The clack of billiard balls was muffled by the chatter of the individuals who populated the bar, but the lack of sharp clacking noises went unnoticed by the three individuals who stood around the pool table with stout beers in hand.

“And I’m telling you that Professor Snoke is completely right about the Rebellion of Takodana!”

“You know you’re a brown-nosing ass-kisser, right, Hux?”

The redheaded man turned to his darker-haired companion seething with barely concealed anger. “Really Kylo? So says the teacher’s pet.”

“Which you want to be, and it’s not my fault I’m just better at History than you.” The man named Kylo grinned, setting his beer down on the edge of the pool table to take a shot at a rather precariously placed ball by the black eight. The red solid slid effortlessly into the hole barely missing the black ball. “Well, better at everything actually.”

The blonde woman by the two men rolled her eyes at Kylo’s statement who threw his hands up into an exaggerated shrug.

“What? Phasma, you know I’m right!”

The woman named Phasma shook her head before burying her nose in her beer glass. “Keep me out of your childish arguments. Not interested.”

Kylo chuckled, clearly amused at his friend’s disdain whereas his other male companion seemed rather perturbed until he noticed the entrance of three new individuals.

“The girl you’ve been eyeing just walked in.”

Hux nudged his friend whose head followed Hux’s eyes to the front door where there indeed stood a girl, a girl with bright hazel eyes flanked by two men both dressed in the unofficial uniform of Jedi University, bright polos and khaki pants. She was dressed in a light gray chiffon dress which draped ever so fetchingly over her soft curves further enhancing the radiant smile on her face.

“What girl I’ve been eyeing? I haven’t been–” Kylo sputtered, but quickly trailed off at the raised eyebrows both his companions were now sending his way. “Okay, fine. Yes, that’s the girl I’ve been eyeing, she’s drop dead gorgeous. Happy?”

“You should go talk to her,” Hux suggested bringing his beer up to his lips to conceal the sly smile growing on his face.

Kylo glanced at the girl before settling back on his friend. “No way, she’s Jedi University. No way she’d talk to me much less know I’m alive.”

Hux raised an eyebrow tipping the corners of his mouth down. “Won’t know you’re alive until you talk to her. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen, she blows you off, you’re slightly embarrassed, and then she forgets you exist?”

“Well, yes,” Kylo huffed.

“Your loss then.” Hux shrugged and took a long sip of his drink.

Kylo leaned on his cue stick glancing in between his nonchalant friend and the girl who was now making her way to the bar without hers. If he was going to talk to her, this was his chance while she was away from her male companions. With a soft growl, he downed the rest of his beer slamming the glass down on the pool table’s edge.

“Fine.”

He sighed combing back his long black hair and smoothing out imaginary wrinkles in his black fitted T-shirt, and shuffled through the crowd to the bar.

Hux began to giggle like a mad scientist as Phasma turned to him brow furrowed at her companion.

“Isn’t that–” She started to ask.

“Rey Kenobi.” Hux finished for her. “He doesn’t stand a chance.”

“That’s downright evil.”

“I thought we were supposed to be evil, no?”

The redheaded man continued to laugh while his blonde-haired companion rolled her eyes for possibly the millionth time that night.

* * *

Kylo Ren felt his hands begin to clam up, something that never happened to Kylo Ren, not even when he stepped on to stage with his trusty electric guitar. Kylo Ren was never nervous. Never. Except for apparently when he was about to talk to a girl. The girl.

Taking deep breaths, the man wiped his sweaty hands on his black jeans, willing his gray Converses to continue walking towards the single ray of sunlight in the bar. She was leaning against the lacquered wood, palms pressing against the edge centering her weight on her right leg as her left toe tapped against the floor.

Kylo squeezed into the space next to her lightly jostling a bar patron to his left as he did. He ignored the glare that was directed his way, his dark eyes settling on the girl to his right. Her eyes flickered to the new presence by her side before returning to following the bartender.

“Ahem.” Kylo cleared his throat awkwardly, shoving a hand into his pocket and thrusting the other forward. “Hi, I’m—“

The girl glanced at Kylo’s hand, but made no move to accept it in a handshake. 

“Kylo Ren of the First Order,” she interrupted him, face passive, but a cheeky twinkle dancing in her eye. “I know.”

Kylo let his hand drop back down to his side and into his other pocket. “I take it you’ve seen our shows then.”

She turned to face him leaning against the bar, a ghost of a smile flitting over her lips.

“Don’t have much of a choice, entertainment’s a bit limited in Jakku.” The corners of her lips flickered up at Kylo’s awkward silence. “Your band is pretty good, I’ll admit that. I look forward to nights you play.”

The poor boy’s face brightened at the compliment, his hunched shoulders straightening although his hands remained in his pockets. He cleared his throat again. “This might seem a little forward, but I was wondering if I could get your number, maybe call you sometime.”

The girl’s lips parted ready to answer, but her attention was quickly stolen away by the bartender who placed three drinks in front of her. She laid some change down on the bar as a tip and went to grab the drinks with her hands.

“I don’t give out my number, but I do give out my name.”

“A name, then?” Kylo asked, eyes a bit more eager than he intended.

She turned to go, but paused, turning her head to look back at the boy. “Rey Kenobi. See you around, Kylo Ren.”

With that she disappeared into the crowd making her way to the small table her friends found to the side of the bar.

Rey Kenobi.

Kylo Ren felt a gigantic goofy smile bloom on his face. He had a name, a deliciously delicate name.

Rey Kenobi.

His smile soon faltered.

Rey Kenobi. He’d heard that name before. She was Rey Kenobi of Kenobi Consolidated.

There was no shot in hell he’d have a chance with a girl like that. No chance at all.

* * *

“Was that Kylo Ren talking to you at the bar?”

Rey placed the pale ale in front of her friend who asked the question and the lager in front of her now confused other friend.

“What kind of name is Kylo Ren?”

Rey took a dainty seat on the open stool sipping on her whiskey based cocktail.

“If you must know, his actual name is Ben Solo, son of the infamous pilot Han Solo and politician Leia Organa and lead singer of the First Order,” she answered her confused friend’s question first before turning to answer the other male of the group, “and yes, Dameron, Kylo Ren was the person in question speaking to me at the bar.”

“Why do you know so much about Kylo Ren anyway?” Poe Dameron, heir to Dameron Industries, peered at his female friend, scrutinizing the facial expressions that were to cross her face.

Rey coyly smiled at the man. “I’m a fan of the First Order.”

“Alternative rock music?”

Rey shrugged. “What can I say, I like their music.”

“Wait, wait.” The third member of their group put up his hands to halt the conversation. “Who is the First Order?”

Poe chuckled at his friend’s confusion, patting the man’s shoulder sympathetically. “Finn, do you remember the band that was playing about two weeks ago?”

The man named Finn nodded.

“That’s the First Order.”

“But they’re so… evil.”

“Yes, that’s the reason why I don’t understand how our dear Rey can be a fan of their music.”

Rey crossed her legs and slightly leaned back on her stool, arching her eyebrows at her male companions. “And I don’t see how it’s any of your business what kind of music I prefer.”

“It’s not, but I– we care about you, and that includes your mental well-being.” Finn emphasized the ‘we’ heavily.

“That group is bad news, Rey. They go to Sith College, a bunch of degenerates with no futures ahead of them. I mean case in point, Ben Solo attends Sith College precisely because he wasn’t able to get in anywhere else,” Poe pressed. “I’d stay away from them.”

Rey simply gave Poe Dameron an unamused glance and checked the time on her cellphone. “Well, gentlemen, it’s been fun, but BB-8 is home on his own, and I need to head back.”

“What? We just got here!” Finn protested at his friend’s sudden announcement of departure.

“Sorry fellas, but I promised BB-8 I’d be home by ten, and it’s already ten before.”

“Rey, as much as I too adore BB-8, BB-8’s a dog. He doesn’t know the meaning of promises,” Poe said, placing his now empty glass down on the table before him.

Rey rolled her eyes and leaned forward to half hug Poe. “He may be a dog, but he’s my dog, and I keep my promises.”

She moved to wrap her arm around Finn who pulled her into a full hug instead. Rey lightly pressed the palm of her hand against his chest and pushed herself away.

“I’ll see you guys in Chemistry on Monday?”

“Yeah,” Finn glumly answered, downing the rest of his beer.

Rey turned to make her way to the door pushing past the pulsating crowd. Reaching for the door, she glanced back one last time searching for the man who had been making a regular entrance in her dreams. She found him by the pool tables leaning on his cue stick, laughing at something his friends said. His eyes met hers by chance, and the girl shyly smiled, eyes peeking at him under her lashes. The boy smiled back, and then she was gone, out the door to join her dog for the remainder of the night. Kylo Ren’s smile grew even bigger that night as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Back at the small table to the side of the bar, a very dejected Finn Trooper stared glumly into his now empty pint glass.

“She’ll come around,” his friend patted the boy’s back. “How could she resist the charismatic Finn Trooper?”

“Yeah, sure,” was his only reply.

Poe Dameron sighed, retracting his hand. “I’ll go get us another round.”

He’d need a couple of rounds to deal with his friend’s puppy crush whining tonight. On that note, what was going on with Rey Kenobi and Kylo Ren?

* * *

“And in other news, The First Order will be in town come this Christmas. Tickets are selling out fast so make sure you buy yours today for a chance to see this hometown band play live.”

The small TV in the corner quietly blared, mostly forgotten by the inhabitants of the cozy coffee shop, forgotten by all, but three individuals sitting in armchairs in the corner opposite of the television.

“Who would’ve thought that The First Order would become so big?” Finn pondered, squinting at the TV. 

Rey raised her eyebrows, but said nothing as she took a sip of her steaming cup of cafe au lait, a cheeky twinkle in her eye

“I mean, their music isn’t even that good.” Finn continued oblivious to Rey’s amusement.

Poe’s eyes flickered between his two friends and the TV screen, which had now moved on to the next scheduled program, an obscure sitcom of some kind. It had been a year since they’ve graduated from college. Rey had gone on to study Mechanical Engineering under the prestigious Luke Skywalker who had come out of his sabbatical. Finn was taking a gap year doing some soul searching for his life’s purpose. Poe went on to work for his father’s company, mostly in the aviation center engineering planes when he wasn’t learning the business. They were all busy, but still found the time to meet once a week for coffee or dinner or drinks. Whatever caught their fancy.

The First Order, it seemed, was discovered by the record label, Galactic Empire, and once they debuted their first record, they blew up overnight suddenly becoming a global sensation.

Rey uncrossed her legs and placed her ceramic mug down on the side table. “Speaking of The First Order, I have three VIP tickets to their concert if anyone is interested in going.”

“You still listen to this crap?” 

Rey frowned at Finn’s outburst. “Yes, and they’re not crap. I think they’re rather brilliant.”

Finn opened his mouth to protest, but Poe shushed him with a wave of his hand. Finn still pined for Rey’s attention and insulting her choice in music was probably not the best strategy in winning her affections. 

“We’d be happy to go.” Poe smiled and leaned back into his armchair crossing his own legs. 

“Wha–” Finn furrowed his brows at Poe who only raised both his eyebrows at his friend silently imploring the big, lovable oaf to follow along.

“I– Yes. We’d be happy to go,” Finn backpedaled, giving his companion a strange side glance which disappeared at Rey’s beaming smile.

“Great! I’m so excited,” Rey squealed, bouncing up and down in her own armchair. She glanced at the clock on the wall of the shop. “Oh, BB-8 awaits. Got to go. I’ll see you boys at the concert.”

“The dog, again?”

Rey turned to Finn. “Yes, the dog again. Dog daycare closes in an hour.” She placed her scarf around her neck. “All right, I’m off.”

The two boys watched Rey float off still giddy at the thought of attending The First Order’s concert.

“You know, sometimes I think she cares for that damn dog more than she does me.”

Poe chuckled and clamped a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Buddy, if you want a chance with Rey, you’re going to have to love that damn dog. And The First Order.”

Finn groaned, burying his head in his hands. “Why did you agree to go to that stupid concert?”

“Because she likes The First Order, and liking what she likes will get you in the door, mate.”

Finn mumbled out some response Poe didn’t quite catch. Poe Dameron simply sat back in his chair sipping his white chocolate mocha and watching his friend squirm with much amusement. Although, as he sipped, he mused on how long Rey Kenobi had been a fan of the alternative rock band.

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The crowd in the stadium was restless as they waited for the last song of the night. People were packed shoulder to shoulder, and the air buzzed with excitement. In the VIP lounge, three individuals stood at the railing, two of the individuals looking slightly morose, and the last was fixated on the band on stage.

“Go dance with her or something. It’s their last song of the night,” Poe whispered into Finn’s ear gently pushing him in Rey’s direction.

“I tried, but she’s only interested in the band,” Finn whispered back, resisting Poe’s efforts. “She’s been staring at the stage for the last two hours.”

“Well, yes, that’s what people at concerts do.” Poe reassured the man, but he knew that Rey’s intense concentration directed towards the stage was not solely because she was attending a concert. Her focus was just a little too directed at the band’s lead guitarist and singer, Kylo Ren, and poor Finn knew it too.

“Thank you! We wanted to thank you all for the great turnout tonight. It has been our pleasure having a chance to play for you all here at the Illenium Stadium. You have been a great audience!”

Speaking of the devil, Kylo Ren spoke into the microphone, and as he did, the crowd went wild erupting into a loud cheer. The dark-haired singer raised his hands both in thanks and to quiet the crowd.

“For our last song tonight, I would like to dedicate this song to someone who is very special to me, someone who is in the audience tonight.”

The two boys gawked at the leader of The First Order’s declaration. Kylo Ren did have a soul apparently. In their shock, they missed the growing radiance of their female friend’s smile.

“She has been the source of my inspiration, the sun to my moon, the light to my night, and tonight I’d like nothing more than to let her know how I feel.”

Kylo Ren softly strummed his guitar into a song the crowd had never heard before. 

What day is it

And in what month

This clock never seemed so alive

I can't keep up and I can't back down

I've been losing so much time

Poe Dameron felt his mouth drop. He slowly pulled his eyes from the singer and guitarist over to his equally shocked friend. Finn Trooper did the same, meeting Poe’s eyes. Was The First Order actually playing a love song?

Cause there's you and me

And of all people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And there's you and me

And of all other people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

The First Order was indeed playing a love song. Neither of the two boys in their confusion noticed the absence of their dear Rey who was now being escorted to the stage.

What are the things that I want to say

Just aren't coming out right

I'm tripping on words

You got my head spinning

I don't know where to go from here

As Rey made her way down, a spotlight switched on bathing her with light. Poe and Finn followed the light to the intended target.

“Hey Poe, is that… Rey?”

Poe, who had never closed his mouth, squinted to get a better look. “I think that is.”

Cause there's you and me

And of all other people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And there's you and me

And of all other people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

The boys watched Rey’s descent without a word.

Something about you now

That I can't quite figure out

Everything she does is beautiful

Everything she does is right

The escort gracefully ushered Rey onto the stage from the side, the spotlight never once leaving the beaming girl. She walked slowly to the band, her eyes focused only on the man before her. Kylo Ren didn’t stop singing, but his eyes flickered to hers as she approached.

Cause there's you and me 

And all of the people with nothing to do

Nothing to lose

And there's you and me and all of the people

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you and me

And all other people with nothing to do

Nothing to prove

And there's you and me and all other people 

And I don't know why

I can't keep my eyes off of you

Rey blushed, bashfully peering up at Kylo Ren through her eyelashes. They kept their eyes on each other unaware of the crowd before them.

What day is it

And in what month

This clock never seemed so alive

The music faded, and Kylo slung off his guitar before handing it to Hux behind him. He reached for Rey’s hands, and in one swift motion, dropped to one knee his eyes never once leaving hers in the process. One hand fumbled for the ring box in his pocket.

“Rey Kenobi, you are the love of my life, and the best thing that has happened to me. It would give me great pleasure if you were to become my wife.”

Kylo opened the box revealing a simple diamond ring, big enough to sparkle in the stage lights, but small enough so that it wouldn’t hinder Rey’s hobby of tinkering with droids. Rey wiped away the tears forming in her eyes where she could barely contain her glowing smile.

“Yes,” she whispered. “A thousand times, yes.”

The boy jumped to his feet pulling Rey into an embrace. He tenderly placed a hand on Rey’s cheek looking deep into her hazel eyes with his own. Kylo closed the gap between them placing his lips against hers in a passionate kiss.

The crowd exploded into cheers. Even Hux and Phasma, who were quite skeptical of Kylo Ren’s plan, cheered for their old friend, encouraging the crowd to grow even louder.

Kylo Ren pulled away from Rey Kenobi stroking her soft cheek with his rough thumb, lost in the warmth of her gaze. For a boy who was assumed to never amount to anything, he had found the kindest and warmest person in the galaxy. Kylo Ren had everything.

[hannibalzero]

What's your fav things or tropes to write about Charthur, Obikin, or BioShock in? (Sorry if my question is sucks 😔).

Oh darling, what wonderful question. Lol why would this question suck? It’s great!

I tend to like the same tropes across the board.

1. Omegaverse. Yes the heat cycles, knotting and dynamics are fun. But it also forces these very complex and stressed out characters to take a break, spoiled and loved by someone else.

- Arthur Morgan is a pillar of strength and determination. Heartbroken and lonely, If not hyper independent. In game you can see the stress and sickness eating at him.

- Obi-Wan Kenobi is a Jedi, a general, a master and upholds the code. He’s tired, stressed and lonely. He acts like he isn’t but he is.

- Jack has no family. Has made his way through Rapture alive with 13 little girls. Anyone he’s ever trusted backstabbed him until Mother goose that is. He is basking the love of being a father and loves his little girls. But a partner? That’s something.

Plus Omegaverse is really fun because there’s no set of rules. You can play with the lore, mix and match. I’m a sucker for world building.

2. Slice of life, who are these people when everything is going well? Who does dishes, laundry. what does datenights look at? The couples I write about live very hectic and stressful lives.

……maybe I’m just bad at writing conflict…….

Sometimes both!

3. Just being soft, in love. Yeah these pairings are like late 20s to mid 30s. Yet holding hands? First kisses? Them being shy and feeling silly. Idk it’s really cute.

4. Young love aus. What can I say? I’m a sap.

5. These very masculine characters, why not explore that side!

-Arthur Morgan in white and blue lace panties and corset. Ain’t he just pretty? Probably the best boost to his poor self image. Allowing time to be with kids, to draw and paint. Spoil his horses and snuggle Charles.

-Obi-Wan in lovely robes. Hanfu, Kimono and Hanbok. Obi tending to his plants, tea sets and jewelry. Tending to Luke and Leia, being the parent he never had.

-Jack has no choice, he has 13 daughters.

6. I errrr just love coming up with new aus. Like being tired and having ADHD and that magic hits like omg this is the best ever.

Examples include:

- wild at heart

- a world of our own.

-Jedi princess

-arrowheads and second chances.

7. Family life, it’s so much fun to write.

I think that’s it for now, character tropes and kinks will have to be in another ask!

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You guys seemed to like the last one lmao | Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

I have completely destroyed my Pinterest feed for these

Anakin Skywalker - “swag” aesthetic, that was the closest thing I could find to his at least. “you only live once” kinda guy. Spends his time fuckin around with friends hes got a lot. He isn’t a fuckboy but he’s got every girl ogling him and he loves the attention LMAO. His social life always takes priority when it comes to him

Ahsoka Tano - Idk what this is called, but I love it. She loves to go out in nature, her room would be filled with fake and real plants, and she loves the city at night. Unlike Anakin, she balance her school life and social life very well. Shes the coolest girl to be around, and your ride or die!

Commander Cody - Gangsta aesthetic or at least he tries. Again like I said in the last post, he's a sneaker head. He hit a vape once or twice and didn't like it, he did get some cool photos out of it tho. Despite speculations he takes school seriously, just like all his brothers, he plans on going places after college.

Captain Rex - I struggled with his so much, and I still don’t completely know </3, but I think he’d be an artist aesthetic with a little bit of jock mixed in. Like he’d be on the (American) football part minus the asshole-ness that’s usually comes with those guys. This man can drawww, I just know he can.

Commander Wolffe - Your typical bad boy, but he does it better than anyone. 100% smokes, he doesn’t have a huge friend group like anakin but he’s still got enough. Likes more calm hangouts and definitely a stay in typa guy.

Obi-wan Kenobi - A mix of light academia and soft boy aesthetics. Keeps to himself, doesn’t talk much unless he has to or he likes you. His Starbucks order is some type of expresso. Loves architecture for some reason and has definitely been to Rome.

[chocmarss]

I know this is most likely controversial, but I do like the idea of Codywan modern au with an age difference. 10 years of that, mayhaps. 12, if I’m pushing it. Maybe a little of that student-teacher romance; Cody, let’s put him as 22, is a ballerina who’s just gotten the role of the Nutcracker and Obi-Wan’s the coach for this program. Cody’s been performing for people since he was 4, and he’s been really good at it to get offers from around the globe by the time he was the age of sixteen.

Six years later, he’s been offered to preform for the Coruscant Theatre under Obi-Wan Kenobi’s coaching, which is a big deal to him because the Obi-Wan Kenobi was one of the main reasons he had a love for dancing on stage. Cody’s watched his performances when Obi-Wan was dancing for the Nutcracker, studying his jumps, the way he caught his partner with ease, and frankly, the fact Cody was getting some tips from the legend himself is making his nerves jump around a bit.

The first time he steps foot into the studio, he sees Obi-Wan in his beige and browns, going through the notes with his pianist, Cody’s all Oh Yeah, the silver streaks look is really doing it for him. Obi-Wan’s very hot up close, compared to all the videos Cody watched on youtube when Obi-Wan was all dressed up for the part. This soft look is something else, if Cody says so himself.

The only reason Cody’s not staring as long as he wants is because there’s a girl around his age there stretching by the beams, silver hair tied up into a bun, and she’s giving Cody this knowing look when he realises she caught him looking at Obi-Wan Kenobi a little longer than he should.

Which is none of her business but, right. Get a hold of yourself. First meetings and giving the best impression and all that, better make sure Cody does this properly or he’ll just embarrass himself before he’s even started talking to the man, Christ.

Turns out, the girl is Obi-Wan’s little sister, Ahsoka, and she’s just hanging around at the studio until they can go back home together. She dances too, Obi-Wan says as he smiles at her, and Cody feels the flutter of something in his stomach as he watches how it makes the corners of his eyes crinkle a bit and it’s. Ah.

He can hear Rex laughing at him, he can see Ahsoka watching him slip and slide down the rabbit hole that is crushing on your instructor, who is her brother, and the mortification of how quickly this is going has Cody plastering a friendly enough expression that doesn’t imply his new. Pleasantness. For Obi-Wan fucking Kenobi.

[questforgalas]

Best Sniper in the Galaxy (An Uncle!Batch AU)

Summary: Crosshair bonds with his niece the best way he knows how

Notes: I'm not someone who wants kids, but I love my nieces and nephews like they're my own, and I know there are lots of Dad!Batch HCs, so I wanted to give us some Uncle!Batch antics. Crosshair being a softy for his niece :) I kept Hunter's partner g/n and Nina's birth vague because families are created in many ways so I wanted this to be able to relate to many. Nina is named after CT-99 :')

WC: 2.5K

Tags: AU, Order 66 never happened. Sheevy dies via Melroun fruit. Uncle!Crosshair. Dad!Hunter. Just fluff and soft family vibes. Shooting lessons so guns mentioned

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“Again,” Crosshair drawled, flipping his toothpick to the left side of his mouth, softly biting down to keep it in place. His knee was starting to go numb from being bent at the same angle, and he’d lost the feeling in his forearm a long time ago, but he remained by the prone youngling beside him, offering support to the DC-17 hand blaster in their hands.

The shade of a thick, tall tree protected them from the harsh sun of Takodana, and the dense part of the forest he and Nina were currently occupying protected them from the gaze of Hunter and his partner. Not that Crosshair and little Nina were doing anything wrong – it was important for a youngling to know how to protect themselves – but Crosshair wasn’t in the mood for one of Hunter’s over-protective-dad moments. Besides, it’s not his fault his niece possessed the ability of persuasion better than any Jedi mind trick. She may have been six years-old, but she knew the power widening her eyes and pouting her lips had on her uncles, especially the silver haired one.

30 minutes ago, Hunter and his partner left for the port 5 klicks away to retrieve supplies. Echo and Tech were busy, knee deep in ship repairs and diagnostics, and Wrecker wandered off with Omega, keeping an eye on her while she explored the new-to-her planet, which left Crosshair with his favorite duty – babysitter duty.

Little Nina joined their family a little over 6 years ago. Her first year was spent on Coruscant with Hunter’s partner since the galaxy was still plagued by the war, and the batch were in their usual routine of being off-planet for multiple months at a time. Crosshair gave it to Hunter. Fighting a war you were kind of just told to go fight in while your partner took on the burden of raising your first, and probably only, child as a solo-parent wasn’t easy. But they and Hunter touched base whenever he had a minute on the Marauder or at camp, trying to keep him included the best way they could.

One thing that helped keep his dad-itch satisfied was the little clone scientist that joined them after one of their breaks on Kamino. Omega, a pure genetic copy of Jango Fett and assistant in the Kamino cloning labs, was starting to drive Nala Se to insanity with her rapid, curious mind. So, after a series of brief trainings and a clear understanding of when she was to join a mission versus when she’d stay on the Marauder, the clone girl joined Clone Force 99.

Near the end of Nina’s first year, a kernel of hope planted when the Batch reported for their mission on Kaller, providing reinforcements to General Billaba’s forces, and Tech announced that General Obi-Wan Kenobi had engaged General Grievous on Utapau. When the mission was over and the batch received word that Obi-Wan had indeed defeated the last remaining Separatist leader, the Spotchka was broken out. They thought the war being over was going to be the only thing they celebrated that day, but then the news that Chancellor Palpatine had perished when he slipped on a Malroun fruit core and fell out the window of his office hit their comms. Turns out, he was a Sith trying to take over the Republic and kill the Jedi, if you can believe it. So, galaxy and Republic saved meant a lot of Spotchka was opened that night.

It was easy to predict that Hunter was going to spend the next few years on Coruscant with his family while Nina grew, but it shouldn’t have been such a surprise to him that his 4 other brothers and little sister followed right behind him. They found an apartment not far away so they could pop in to help out with the youngling when they could, but by Nina’s fifth year, the retired soldiers were getting antsy. Even Omega was starting to find the metropolis planet boring. The final push came from Hunter’s partner when they declared that if they had to look at one more durasteel wall as their view, they were going to need more than the Jedi Halls of Healing to fix their mood. So, the uncles and aunt loaded up on the Marauder, and Hunter and his family on their private ship, and the squad was off exploring the galaxy once more.

Cut back to Takodana, a quick rest while they resupplied and ran maintenance on the ships. Hunter wasn’t even past the tree-line before Nina was tugging on Crosshair’s hand, and the sniper looked down at her with a knowing smirk and a quick wink.

“Patience short stuff. Your father isn’t out of his earshot yet,” Crosshair cautioned. As if to prove his point, Hunter paused in the forest, giving a quick look back at the ship. The sniper rested his hand on Nina’s shoulder, gently nudging her into his side – more like his thigh because she barely came up to his hip – and gave Hunter a casual wave. The female replica of the sergeant took her cue from her favorite uncle – according to Crosshair – and gave her own enthusiastic wave. A distrusting, narrowed look was still on Hunter’s face before his partner nudged him along, forcing him to turn away from the very obvious duo.

Another impatient tug on Crosshair’s left arm had him chuckling. Just to tease her a little more, he casually took a toothpick out from his belt, and slowly placed it in his mouth.

“Uncle Crossy. Uncle Crossy. Uncle Crossy,” Nina started with insistent tugs.

“Yes, little Nina? Would you like something?” Crosshair played along. He knew exactly what she wanted, but what kind of uncle would he be if he just let her have whatever she wanted whenever she asked?

“Can we pleeeeeeeease go practice?” Her pleading neared top levels. Relenting, Crosshair looked down at his jewel in the galaxy. He didn’t want children, never felt the call to fatherhood like Hunter always had, but he thrived as an uncle, and he’s loved Nina as fiercely as her father has ever since he first held her. His normally snarky eyes melted once his gaze met hers. Using his exceptional eyesight, he gave one more glance through the tree-line to ensure that Hunter was out of enhanced-hearing range.

“Alright short stuff. We’re in the clear. Let’s go find a good spot.”

That was twenty minutes ago. Thanks to the forest covered area Tech found for the ships, it wasn’t hard to find a good spot for target practice that was far enough away to not get spotted incase the supply party returned early.

This little tradition of theirs started a couple months back when Crosshair was looking after Nina and she was especially restless. Nothing he tried kept her attention for more than a minute, and she was bored with all of her usual activities. As he was wracking his brain for how to occupy her, he noticed she took to picking up pebbles and throwing them at the leaves in the trees. Excitement overtook Crosshair when an idea came to mind.

Was his next decision the wisest he’s ever made? Hunter would probably argue no, Echo not far behind him, but when the sniper set up a tiny target range and handed Nina his DC-17 – supervising her the whole time of course – he’d never seen the youngling sit still for so long. Naturally, this became their little past time, one that Nina pleaded for anytime she realized Crosshair would be the one looking after her.

“I can do it, Uncle Crossy. You don’t need to hold the blaster,” his niece currently tried to bargain with him. They had the same discussion every practice, the mini-Hunter looking for independence wherever she could. Crosshair supposed she got that from Tech. He didn’t need to look far to figure out where she got her stubbornness from.

“You can shoot the blaster on your own when you can beat Uncle Tech at dejarik,” Crosshair compromised not taking his eyes off the blaster in her hands. He kept it to himself that it was impossible to beat the genius at the strategy game.

A small huff passed Nina’s lips, but she kept her green eyes trained on the target resting on a stump a few feet in front of them. Eyes narrowed and tip of her tongue poking out, she hit the trigger. Each shot reminded him how small she actually is as the minor kickback of the blaster forced his other hand to gently brace her back, keeping her from toppling over. This time she was only slightly wide on the target, a vast improvement according to the scorch marks on the trunks nearby.

“I hit it! Look Uncle Crossy! I hit it!” Nina cheered. Crosshair swiftly took the blaster out of her hands before she threw her arms up in triumph, and when she turned to him with eyes bigger than the sun shining above, he didn’t bother fighting the grin that overtook his face.

“There you go, short stuff. Told you you could do it.” The sniper lifted his hand which she enthusiastically hit with her own. “Do you want to try again?” Crosshair asked.

Nina looked to the ground for a moment, seeming to think hard about her uncle’s question. Her nose scrunched – another trait of his he smirked at – she came to a conclusion.

“I don’t think so. My arms are tired.”

Crosshair softly hummed in understanding, “Makes sense. Shooting’s tiring work.” He gave a playful squeeze to her bicep. “We’ll build up these muscles. Get you holding my firepuncher soon enough.” The promise of holding her uncle’s prized rifle had Nina’s eyes shining like gemstones, and before Crosshair caved and gave her the rifle now, he looked at his comm to check the time. They’d been out there for 45 minutes, and it was a 5 minute walk back to the Marauder.

“Alright ad’ika, time to walk back. Looks like the sun’s going down,” the sniper observed.

“Oh, can we have nerf nuggets for dinner!” Nina jumped up at the thought.

“You had nerf nuggets last night,” Crosshair countered. He knew it was useless.  

“Yessss, but I didn’t have nerf nuggets today.” How could he argue with such logic? Giving a non-committal hum, Crosshair flicked his toothpick to the side and slotted the blaster in his holster. With a hand on his niece’s back, he gently guided her back in the direction of the ship, and as they started walking, the little girl slotted a tiny hand in with his, holding onto him with a strong grip.

“Uncle Crossy,” Nina interrupted the silence.

“Yes, little Nina?” Crosshair drawled.

“Am I going to be able to shoot a rifle as good as you one day?” Big, green eyes looked up at him, not missing a step in her stride. Internally smirking, Crosshair made a mental note to make Hunter aware that his mini-me was showing more affinity towards the rifle than the knife, but that was for later.

“You have to keep practicing, but one day you might rival me,” He smirked down at her, laughing at her concentrated pout at his answer. She was as competitive as Wrecker.

After a few moments, her scrunched nose returned to its normal state, and a determined look took over.

“I’m going to be the best sniper in the galaxy and go on missions and save everyone!” Her statement was emphasized with an energetic jump, punching a victorious fist in the air.

“I’m sure you will, short stuff. Let’s not give your dad a heart attack just yet though,” the sniper playfully ruffled her hair, causing the little girl to giggle as she tried to swat him away. Soon enough, the Marauder came into view, and Nina went running towards Omega when she saw her aunt with a basket full of new treasures. Crosshair made his way to the ship intending to put the target away when Hunter walked down the gangplank.

“Where’ve you two been?” Hunter came to a stop at the bottom of the ramp, arms crossing his chest, standing with a lean.

“Forestry lesson,” Crosshair simply said, popping a toothpick in his mouth as he continued past his brother.

“Forestry lesson huh? Thought that was Tech’s thing?”

“Trying something different.”

“Oh really? And when did learning about nature involve blaster shots?” Crosshair felt Hunter’s gaze on his back, and he paused his stride to turn back towards his older brother. Guess the gig was up, but Crosshair never gave up that easily. Signature smirk gracing his lips, the sniper gave a nonchalant shrug while he met Hunter’s gaze.

“Hmm, couldn’t tell you. Couldn’t have been us. Nina was elbow deep in dirt.”

Hunter closed his eyes, took a deep inhale, and then let loose a giant sigh as he tilted his head up to the sky.

“Maker help me Crosshair,” Hunter gritted out. He took a beat before meeting Crosshair’s gaze again and pointed a finger at him. “Hand blasters only. She doesn’t go near a rifle ‘til she’s 13. Practice in view of the ship.”

Crosshair’s smirk was at full force. “Sir, yes sir.”  

Hunter gave him one more pointed look before shaking his head and letting a hint of a smile take over.

“She already asking for the firepuncher?”

“Our first session. Says she’s going to be the best sniper in the galaxy,” Crosshair answered with pride lacing his voice. Hunter groaned.

“Of course, she is. Maybe I should rethink delaying her knife lessons,” he muttered to himself.

“Don’t take it too personally, Hunter. She’s smart for her age. Recognizes talent easily.” His older brother openly glared as Crosshair finished teasing him with a pat on the shoulder. The sniper chuckled at his brother’s obviously bruised ego at his daughter choosing a rifle over his preferred skill set, but there was time. Nina’s desires changed as frequently as the wind.

“Dada, come look what Aunty Omega found!”

Both brothers laughed at Nina’s enthusiastic interruption when they noticed her hopping up and down, pointing at a basket of foliage.

“Dada will be right there, cyar’ika,” Hunter called. He turned back to Crosshair and clasped his hand over the sniper’s arm that was still resting on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Crosshair. She couldn’t have asked for a better uncle to keep her safe. Or me a better brother.” With that, he gave Crosshair a nod and made his way over to the youngling now rattling a hundred questions a minute at Omega.

Crosshair took in the scene, contentment washing over him. During the war, he didn’t think of what life could be like when it was all said and done because he never knew if he’d actually get there. Now, looking at his family, he didn’t question how he’d become so lucky to know peace like this. Per his luck though, the peace didn’t last long as he heard Hunter’s partner’s voice raise above the group.

“Crosshair’s teaching her how to WHAT?!”