#padawan reader species

[lazycats-stuff]

Hello, I hope you are doing alright! So I can have a kinda cross over idea for a teen male reader. a mix of Batfam and star wars. The reader is a Jedi padawan that had to flee towards the Earth after the Jedi were forced into hiding and the rest is up to you.

Oh... It's been years since I watched Star Wars, but wiki is here to help. If there is something inaccurate, my apologies. Also, I had to put this iconic line in here.

Summary: (Y/N) is a Jedi who ran.

Warnings:

Earth wasn't a bad experience for (Y/N). After all, he has seen many different species and has seen a lot of things that would make everyone's skin crawl. It took a while for him to adjust to life here on Earth. It was... Interesting more than anything, but he did miss his fellow Jedis.

The Sith have taken over and every single Jedi was forced into hiding and they were forced to run. (Y/N) was a padawan, well, still is, but he doesn't really have any formal training, but he managed to pick up a few materials to study.

Padawans ran the farthest and hid extremely well. They had to, they would be the first targets for the Sith to kill them. (Y/N) for some reason actually loved Earth. Here, humans were a little bit weird, but he found success here as a writer.

He has always loved writing and then humans here liked it? He had no problem writing. He wrote under a pseudonym and he really enjoyed. Soon, he found a part time job in a really big tech company called Wayne Enterprises.

He worked hard there, despite it being a part time job. He enjoyed and he offered some insight to technology. Lucius Fox noticed him quickly and took his under his wing almost automatically. Such talent as Lucius would say, can't go to waste. He would be feeling guilty beyond belief.

There he met his now boyfriend Bruce Wayne.

Bruce and (Y/N) met when Bruce walked in the laboratory, wanting to see Lucius about something, but he found (Y/N) instead. (Y/N) and Bruce talked until Lucius came. He smirked as he saw something between the two.

He waited for a few moments before coming in, introducing (Y/N) once more to Bruce. Then, Lucius took Bruce and left (Y/N) to work alone in the lab. (Y/N) didn't think much of those conversations. He didn't look for anything exciting. It was just in his code as a padawan.

But Bruce wanted something more. (Y/N) was slightly conflicted about it with his training and everything he has been taught. But there was something about Bruce that made him... Well, (Y/N) had a few hot nights with himself after a meeting with Bruce that day.

That has been going on for a few months until Bruce has decided to man up and bite the bullet to ask (Y/N) out on a date. He really wanted this, so he had to be very careful and not scare him away. It took Bruce a few months to realize that he was bisexual so he said screw it.

He will ask him out. Even if (Y/N) says no, then that's life.

You could only imagine Bruce's surprise when (Y/N) said yes to the date. Bruce was shocked, but happy that (Y/N) has accepted it. Bruce told (Y/N) he would pick him up at his place and to be ready by 7 pm. Bruce was never so nervous in his life.

His kids noticed, how could they not? But Alfred told them that there will be hell to pay if they try to do something to (Y/N) and Bruce and if they try something to jeopardize the date.

Of course, they won't disobey their actual authority figure in the house so they waited with Alfred. Everyone was wondering whether or not he was in love and they have been wondering about (Y/N). What was he like? Is he cute? How come Bruce asked a guy? Is (Y/N) a gold digger?

All of those important questions, you know. They have to look out for their dad you know? Sure, Bruce is no fool, but still. And maybe, just maybe, they were bored with their lives.

Bruce and (Y/N)? Oh, they had a wonderful time. Bruce and (Y/N) talked about a lot of stuff. Bruce just wanted to know (Y/N) even more. He really did. Something was just... Bruce may have fallen in love.

And (Y/N)? Oh dear God, he fell hard. But still, he was scared to break the code. But he already got bonded to Gotham. It was a very peculiar city to him and he loved it. He didn't have it in his heart to ever leave this city. More so to leave Bruce. There was something about Bruce that (Y/N) found interesting.

Bruce drove (Y/N) back home that night and (Y/N) meditated before going to bed. Bruce, on the other hand, had patrol to go on. And let me tell you, the kids weren't letting up. The entire patrol was chaotic and Bruce under a line of fire from his sons.

It was just tiring and... Bruce was happy that he was patient with his sons. He really was.

Bruce introduced (Y/N) to his sons after a year of dating. He wanted to take it slowly and to see how he would react. Not everyone wants to date a man, a father of four more precisely. He told (Y/N) that he had kids on the first date. It was to make sure that there were no misunderstandings.

The introduction went very well. Everyone loved how (Y/N) was calm and relaxed, an oasis so to speak. A complete opposite of Bruce. Damian loved the way he meditated. Damian already called dibs on (Y/N). Tim said that he would borrow him for tech stuff. Jason simply gravitated due to the fact that he was calm and so... Balanced. Dick simply loved the fact that (Y/N) was a calm person.

But nothing is ever perfect and nothing lasts forever.

(Y/N) had to come clean to Bruce. He had to tell him about his Jedi side. He couldn't lie to him about it and he didn't like that something so heavy on his shoulders.

Bruce was worried when (Y/N) told him that they need to talk to him. Bruce could see that it was something serious and he thought that they were going to break up.

He didn't understand the word Jedi. What? Bruce thought that (Y/N) was crazy. Then (Y/N) used the Force and showed him his lightsaber. Bruce had to sit down for a second. Okay... What the hell is going on?

(Y/N) told him everything about Jedi Order and the Sith. He told him about the Sith taking over and forcing Jedi's into hiding. Bruce processed it all and asked him about leaving Earth. It was a valid question.

(Y/N) told him he couldn't leave because he got attached. He loved Bruce and his sons and that he couldn't leave. Even as if gets safe. Bruce hugged his boyfriend tightly, giving him a kiss. After calming himself down he also told (Y/N) that he has something to confess.

(Y/N) didn't expect to hear that Bruce Wayne is Batman. And that his kids are the birds, but hey... At lease they were honest with one another. Bruce and (Y/N) shared a hug that day, happy that they got honest.

And that's what led to this moment between the two of them, in the middle of the night. It was a difficult patrol for those involved and Bruce just wanted some comfort. (Y/N) had to step in with his Force and everyone was just exhausted.

(Y/N) also had to come clean to the kids and they all wanted to see more of his Force, but he was too tired to even think, let alone use the Force. Bruce ushered everyone to go to the showers and just go to sleep.

(Y/N) and Bruce shared the shower, making sure that they are okay and unharmed. (Y/N) allowed himself to be lead to the bed to be changed by Bruce, who understood that this was not something that (Y/N) is used to. (Y/N) isn't used to operating every night.

(Y/N) reached out for Bruce who happily took his hand into his and squeezed, letting him now he is here. (Y/N) sighed as he relaxed, Bruce getting behind him and wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

" Sleep honey, you deserve it. " Bruce murmured into the back of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) nodded and just relaxed... The night wasn't really over yet.

All four sons came in at same time, seemingly having a bad dream at the same time. (Y/N) and Bruce welcomed them in. (Y/N) just got squished between them all and thankfully, Bruce had a big bed

For some reason, he wouldn't have it any other way.

[curlygirlybitchachos]

Padawan Reader

(Y/n is from a species who could live thousands of years)

Y/n: you were a wonderful experience.

(Cody, a clone)

Cody: you were... Everything...

Just thinking about how few a clone could live, so I made it worse.

[itsmewillful]

An Awkward Situation-OneShot

Main Masterlist

(Anakin Skywalker x gn!reader OneShot)

Readers POV

Word Count: 977

Warning(s): Swear words. Pinning, (a lot of it) and a make-out scene ;)

“Master, are you sure we should take an elevator on a ship that is slowly plummeting towards the planet?”

Your Master, Anakin Skywalker, scoffs and turns around to face you. His well-too-known grin plastered across his face.

“I’m the Master, you're the Padawan. And besides, this is Dooku’s private elevator, so there is only enough room for-”

“One person.” you interrupt. “Which is exactly why I don’t want to go in that. I don’t want to have to breath the same air as you for like five minutes-”

“Y/n, he wouldn’t expect two jedi to come out of an elevator meant for only one person, so it’s the best option we have to get up there.”

You groan out in annoyance at his point. He was right, it is a pretty good idea. The only problem being that you have a massive crush on your Master. And sharing a small space with him might make your soul leave your body. Not giving you enough time to respond, Anakin grabs a hold of your wrist and pulls you towards the lift.

He pushes a button for the lift to come up to the floor you both are currently on. When it arrives, your mouth drops to the ground at the sight. The elevator was barely big enough for even one person-let alone two to fit inside of! You gulp when you realise you truly were going to be sharing the same air as Anakin for at least five minutes.

You both began to squeeze into the small space and held your breaths as the doors slowly shut close. That’s when you realised how awkward this situation was. Anakin himself seemed to have a hard time with sharing the small space the both of you were in. Even though you weren’t facing him, you still knew by the way he breathed he wasn’t calm. You  turned around to face him and your face nearly collided with his broad chest. You blushed at this and looked up to face him with a slight pink tint to your face. Anakin looked down at you and made an unreadable facial expression, which confused you greatly. 

“I’m sorry Master,” you said with slight worry in your tone that you did something wrong.

Anakin remained unfazed and continued to stare you down with his unrecognizable gaze. Did I suddenly sprout horns or something? Why is he staring at me like I’m an unfamiliar species?

You cocked your head to the side a bit and looked him straight in the eyes.

“Are you alright?” you asked him curiously. He immediately broke his unbearing eye contact and looked up at the ceiling, his adams apple coming into view. You gulped at the sight and turned your face away from him. He truly is the best work of the Maker himself. He was drop-dead gorgeous. 

He chuckles when he notices your sudden change in demeanor. 

“You’re a lot of fun to mess around with-” He was suddenly cut off when the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the both of you went flying and landed on the floor in a pile of limbs. And of course, it just so happens you fell onto his lap. 

It took you a moment to realise that until you felt a strong hand grab a hold of your waist another went up to your chin.

“You alright, Y/n? Did you get hurt at all?” He asked with genuine concern in his voice. 

Your soul truly left your body when you noticed how much more awkward the situation had gotten. Your face turned a deep shade of red. How the fuck was he so calm with you on his lap? Or does he truly not think of me like this? 

That was until you moved your hips to get a tad bit more comfortable that he hissed at you and gripped your waist tighter.

Holy shit. Holy shit.

You looked up to meet his gaze and you noticed his eyes held a familiar glint of mischief. What the hell have you done now?

“I-I’m sorry Master, I didn’t mean to do that-” 

You were suddenly cut off when you felt his lips crash into yours in a passionate kiss. You of course were confused by all means. But you eventually leaned into the kiss and smiled into it slightly. You heard Anakin growl at you and you were pushed into the wall of the small lift. Your wrists were pinned above your head and Anakin got in between your legs and continued to kiss you. The more time went by, the hotter the both of you got-and the more hot you both got, the more heated the kiss became. Eventually, he stuck his tongue in you and began to fight for dominance. 

“-roger roger!” 

You and Anakin immediately disconnected from each other's lips and looked up to see a battle droid standing at the doorway.

“Hey! The Jedi are in-” Anakin raised his hand up and threw the droid into a wall on the opposite side of the lift. He slowly turned his head to face you. His hair was sticking to his forehead and his lips were a bit puffy from the heated kiss you two shared a moment ago. He smiled when you made eye contact with him.

“The lift must’ve stopped at a floor and the droids found it weird and investigated. Total party-poopers.” He chuckled.

You cringed at his choice of words and playfully slapped his hand that was still around your waist.

“But Anakin, are you not worried if the Jedi Council finds out about what just happened?” You asked with genuine worry in your voice.

“You know what, Y/n? Fuck the council and the code.” That’s when he waved his hand to shut the elevator door and your lips reconnected with his. 

[badbatch-badfics]

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 1

Part 2

Characters: The Bad Batch - Crosshair. Not much of Wrecker, mainly just meeting them.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Mixture between 2nd (you/yours) and 3rd (he/him)

Pronouns: He/him, but referred to as they/them when identity is unknown to the Batch

Species: Unspecified, should be pretty neutral

Content: Angst?? Panic?? Introductions?? Beginning of found family??

Warnings: Panic attacks, minor injury description, thinking about your death (non-suicide), anything that would be in TBB normally. Possibly some lore inaccuracies. Cringe

Word count: 4,777

Notes: If you’re willing, please let me know if you think 2nd person or 3rd person POV is better, or if the combo is readable.

You balanced yourself on the beam, steadily walking across with eyes darting back and forth for anything that seemed of use.  Or, at least, a new pathway, or bridge, or anything that could lead you somewhere new, where there was the possibility of supplies.  Or food, or some type of communication device, or, quite literally, anything.  You weren’t picky, given the circumstances- couldn’t afford to be.  But in truth, there was little to no chance of finding anything new.  You’d scavenged through the ship countless times, and for the past…however long, there’d been nothing new.  You hadn’t missed anything from the previous ventures, no small creature had drug in anything from outside or from a part with limited access, nothing fell to reveal a hidden treasure of some sort.  Absolutely nothing.  But yet, each day you once again went out with a glimmer of hope- or denial- that there would be something.  Or maybe it was just a feeble attempt to focus your mind away from the events.  Not that it worked.

As the beam came across a body of water, you peered down to the pool, loathing at what was reflecting back- raggy, dirty, and bloody.  Kriffing Hell, I could be mistaken for a Tusken Raider with this shit-job of a covering.  Your normal Padawan robes, as well as ones from your Master, had been torn into several chunks, and wrapped around different limbs, as well as pieces of fabric from any corpses you’d stumble upon.  Layered on top of those was a poncho-cloak, barely holding on by a thread.  An oxygen mask hung limply around your neck, and was covered with a fine coating of dirt and grime, with splattered blood on top.  Bandages, cloth, and even animal pelts wound loosely around your head, leaving only small holes and strips for the mouth, nose, and eyes.  Your waist was adorned with a make-shift gear belt, holding a multitude of different bones- sharpened and shaped to become tools and methods of protection.  Your Lightsaber bumped lightly with each step, an eternal reminder to what happened- and as many bad thoughts as it brought, it would be an absolutely idiotic move to ditch the weapon.  Not wanting to look any longer, you pulled back your head and took a deep breath, continuing on.

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

Rex led the squad of modified clones through the dirty, deserted and desolate hallways, shining a light so nobody fell to their demise.  The group talked about the war, inhibitor chips, and the like until they came across a large canyon, so to speak.  Rex, Omega, Tech, Hunter, and Echo all shimmied their way across, leaving Wrecker to go last.  “You can do it!  Just keep your eyes on the table,” Omega yelled encouragingly.  With a few grunts and a shake of his head, Wrecker began climbing the cable upside down.  Unfortunately, but not surprisingly, it couldn’t hold his weight, plummeting him down to the murky water.

The collective panic from all six clones shot out an incredibly large Force ‘wave’ to the padawan, of which felt as though he was being hit by a speeder bike head-on and then ricocheted into a Bantha.  The shock of realizing that someone- scratch that, multiple someones- were here, on the ship with him, at this exact moment was more than enough to cause (Y/N) to stumble backwards from where he was standing and trip over some debris, falling flat on his ass.  Once (Y/N) could gather that he and the strangers had a decent amount of space in between them, his breathing calmed- but not enough to be normal.

(Y/N) carefully got up, watching his foot placement, before turning to where he had been sleeping and recouping for the past few months.  His legs felt both stiff and shaky, his vision was blurry, and his breathing was ragged.  Once (Y/N) was finally in the small space that contained his very few belongings, he fell to the floor, backed into the wall, and curled up into a tiny, and rather pathetic, ball.  People were here.  (Y/N) didn’t know if they were good, or bad- or if they weren't much of either.  Didn’t know their motives, didn’t know anything.  When (Y/N) had prayed to the Force to find new things, this is not what he meant.  At all.

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

Soon enough, and with several general or head-based injuries, all four men had their inhibitor chips removed.  Omega and Hunter were walking around, exploring this and that and whatnot.  Mainly because Omega would have done so anyway, but she most definitely needs supervision on the death-trap that is so humbly called a ship.  Unfortunately for you, the pair was getting awfully close to his “hide-out.”  Even worse, it seemed Hunter was aware of that as well.

“Omega…I think there’s someone here with us.  Stay close,” he whispered, pulling out his blaster.  Your breathing grew faster and more shaggy, and your vision clouded.  What could I do?  They’re in front of the only exit, and I haven't fought a person, or even touched my lightsaber in Force knows how long!  Considering the only way out, other than direct confrontation, seemed to be a 100+ foot drop- the choice was more or less clear.  You shakily stood up, grabbed the lightsaber which had been doing nothing else than collecting dust (and bad memories), and began to sprint as fast as possible, shoulder aimed at the door.  Dank Farrik, please- don’t let me die like this.

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

Hunter jumped back, quickly grabbing Omega’s arm and pulling her out of the way with him.  And lucky he did, otherwise she may have been crushed by the metal plate that went flying as the cloaked figure stumbled and bolted.  Immediately, Hunter reached up to his comm and reported, “There’s somebody else on the ship!  His motive is unclear- just blasted through a door and ran- looks like he’s going for an escape.”

On the other end, Wrecker almost jumped out of his skin in excitement- “Finally!  Some action!”  Tech couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Wrecker’s interest in beating someone to hell and back.  After some more information was passed through, Wrecker and Tech had an approximate idea of where they needed to head in order to intercept the stowaway.  Since Hunter had said that the mystery person appeared to be running away, stealth was not an objective for the pair- running through loudly was acceptable.

(Y/N) was solely focused on getting out- not where the others could be.  Which was a terrible mistake- if you’re running away from somebody, it’d generally be wise to know where they are.  Tech could guess as much, and used it to his advantage.  Although he hadn’t gotten a full map of the ship, based on Hunter’s location report, the mystery person’s motive, and the ship being heavily damaged, he could make a reasonable estimate as to where the person would be.

To no one’s surprise, Tech was absolutely correct.  After instructing Wrecker where to go, they had each blocked the end of a hallway.  Wrecker had cut in front and faced the mystery person head on, grinning as cracking his neck, while Tech had stealthily followed from a ways behind.  By the time Tech caught up, the mystery person had already slammed to a stop and immediately turned around to exit the other end, but to no avail.

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

You ran as fast as you could, and you really did try paying attention to your surroundings, but it was all utterly useless.  The intruders had pinned you.  One giant guy to the front, and one smart guy to the back.  Brains and brawn.  Your heart beat far too fast, feeling the thump thump in your head, being far too hot, and your vision was rapidly becoming smaller and more tunneled.

It didn’t help when the big guy spoke, and you realized they were clones.  Odd clones, granted, but clones, who, as far as you knew, executed Order 66, executed your Master, friends, your entire sense of familiarity and comfort.

You weren’t prepared for this- you hadn’t trained in months, or even used your lightsaber.  There was no means of escape, considering the second either of them saw you reach for a weapon, it would be over.  Running would do you no good, and if they had followed Order 66, talking wouldn’t do any good either.  It seemed you’d join the other jedi in whatever afterlife awaited.

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

The figure fell flat on their ass and scrambled half-way backwards and half-way to the nearest wall after hearing Wrecker’s voice- they were shaking, sweat drenching their clothes all the way through, and, all in all, resembling a caged animal who knew it was done for.  A loud echo ran out as the figure roughly contacted the metal wall, and pulled their legs up, semi-resembling the fetal position, as their hands were still on the ground.

Wrecker and Tech slowly approached the figure, blasters balanced on their arms.  Both took notice of the shaky and rapid breathing, the occasional twitching, and how the figure seemed to be ever-so-slightly rocking.  This person was a very good actor, or nothing more than someone scared, who was in the very wrong place at the wrong time.  They both assumed the latter.

As Tech walked forward, he used his scanner to find the general age and species of the subject, brows furrowing as results came forward.  The figure was somewhere in between 15 and 18, was (chosen species), and, as more data was collected, Tech discovered that the figure was a Jedi.  Or, at the very least, someone with a high midichlorian count.  He stopped walking, lowered his blaster- not a lot, but just enough, and gestured to Wrecker to copy.  Wrecker made a grunt in confusion, not understanding.  Tech sighed and replied, “I do not believe they intend to harm us.  If my data is correct, they are a teenager, and most likely a padawan.  And it would seem they do not wish to engage through a fight, anyway.  Put your weapons down.”

(Y/N)’s head darted back and forth between the two, confused- was he safe?  They were clones- were they not going to execute Order 66, or at the very least, kill him as a simple intruder?  Just then, a third clone appeared- one with half the helmet white, the other black, with a few more details and some large red stripes.  He had a vibro-knife in one hand, extended outward with a curve, and his other hand, holding a blaster, rested on top of it.  “Hunter, I do not think they are a threat- at least, at this moment.  There has been no attempt to harm us as of yet, and they appear to be force sensitive, which would most certainly warrant an attempt to flee from a group of clones,” Tech informed.  (Y/N) slowly reached his hand towards the lightsaber on his makeshift belt, but didn’t quite grab it- not yet.  Hunter slowly put his weapons away and set down his helmet, a small hiss ringing out when he took it off.

He crouched just enough to seem smaller and slightly less intimidating, without looking like he was getting ready to spring up.  He extended his hands, walking slowly towards (Y/N).  “We’re not here to hurt you- we're not like the other clones– we’ve had our inhibitor chips removed.  You’re safe,” he spoke slowly and clearly.  Tech jumped in, “The inhibitor chips are what programmed the regs– the other clones– to execute Order 66.  So we don’t want to hurt you.”  Wrecker grunted something in agreement.

“Now, we have a functioning ship with us, and we can get you out of here- somewhere safe, or at least, more safe than here, okay?  We have food, water, medical care, and we have a place to stay where the Empire won’t bother us.  Let us help you.”  By the time Hunter had finished his little speech, he was only a few feet away from (Y/N), crouching down, now eye-level with him.  (Y/N)’s hand slowly came away from his saber.  This felt safe- he could sense it, more or less.  There wasn’t actually any danger, and the clone, who (Y/N) assumed was Hnuter, felt safe and honest– reminding him of the warmth and comfort the Jedi Temple, his fellow Padawans, his Master, all brought him.

(Y/N) tried to say something, but his voice caught and cracked horribly- a mixture of the panic, and having not talked to anyone in months.  He felt his eyes water behind the terribly dirty rags, which stung more than it should have.  “Let's start by getting those rags off you, okay?  Tech, bring over some bacta-spray and clean bandages,” Hunter instructed.  Tech did as he was told, fishing out some spray and bandages from one of his several pouches that lined his waist.  

Tech passed the supplies to Hunter, who indicated for him and Wrecker to go report to the rest what was happening.  He directed his attention back to (Y/N), calmly asking, “I’m gonna take off your face wrappings, alright?”  (Y/N) mumbling what Hunter assumed was an ‘okay,’ and felt his body go heavy and almost limp.  Hunter reached up, tenderly brushing against the Padawan’s face, swiftly untying the bounds of cloth.  He quickly used his other hand to bring the rest of it down, now draped around (Y/N)’s neck.  His face was dirty, caked in dirt, grime, and what appeared to be blood.  The mixture of paste, so to speak, was cracked and chipping, looking like a desert’s mud-crack.

Whether or not he meant to, Hunter grimaced at the sorry state of the Padawan.  He took his gloved hands to try and brush and scrape off the majority of the paste off, which was primarily successful.  After the layer of muck was removed, Hunter found one long gash, following the curvature of (Y/N)’s jawline, from just below the eye to just above his mouth.  It was inflamed and oozing, and was most certainly going to need stitches.  He held up the bacta-spray, and lightly spritzed it onto the wound.  A sharp hiss sounded out from (Y/N), who was now squinting his eyes.  Hunter mumbled some sort of apology before taking out the bandage and delicately, yet firmly at the same time, placed it on the gash.

“Are there any more major injuries we should worry about?  We can take care of the smaller ones on the ship, but still.  Better safe than sorry.”  (Y/N) shook his head no.  Hunter slowly stood up, and extended a hand, but (Y/N) just seemed to stare at it.  Slowly, though, the Padawan extended his own hand out, flinching and hesitating once his arm was half-way extended.  After a few seconds, though, he fully reached out and tightly grabbed the man’s hand.  Using the wall behind him, (Y/N) pushed himself up, legs shaky.  As soon as he was steady, (Y/N) ripped his hand away, bringing it close and pinning it tightly against his own chest.

Hunter commed Tech, instructing him to get everyone on-board the Marauder, and to try and use any spare pieces of clothing or blanket to form some type of clean cover that would fit the Padawan.  After what seemed to last forever, Hunter broke the silence- “So, what's' your name, kid?”

“(Y/N)...” he mumbled, quiet enough that only Hunter’s enhanced ears could make it out clearly.  The pair continued their walk through the broken up ship, eventually coming up to the ramp that led out to the Marauder.  (Y/N) brought his arm to his eyes, squinting at the sun- being far too bright, seeing as he hadn’t gone out of the ship in Maker knows how long.  Hunter took notice and briefly stopped, turning his head back to the teenager.

“You alright?  I’m sure I have something if you want to block out the sun for the walk,” he gently offered.  (Y/N) silently shook his head no, while slowly taking his arm down, bringing it back down to his chest, head and eyes solidly trained on the ground.  Hunter stared for a few seconds more, just to be sure, before continuing on towards the Marauder.

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

Your head was woozy, your heart beating out of your chest, and you were simultaneously shaking, yet felt numb.  All in all, it felt terrible.  And perhaps even worse, you knew there was no real reason to feel this way.  You were finally safe.  And there was no possible way that the clones would turn and execute you.  They would have done so already, without a doubt!  Why would anyone go against direct orders, and pure convenience, just to make someone suffer more?  That would be beyond inadequate. And it just made you feel terrible for not trusting them, or at the very least, for being suspicious of them.  And now your head hurt more than before.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, but was no more than a five minute walk, the pair came up on the Havoc Marauder, in all its battle worn glory.  Echo was leaning on the frame to the entry ramp, draping a clean, albeit worn and torn, wool poncho over his scomp.  From the time Echo had spent with them, he gathered that the Jedi seemed to really like their ponchos.

As you and Hunter finally came up to the ramp, you froze.  Your heart got significantly louder, palms sweater, which, by the way, was never pleasant under the dirty rags, and your eyes began darting around.  There was only one way out, it seemed.  If the group did have ill intent, you’d be done for as soon as you set a single toe in the ship.  That was not a comforting thought.  Hunter could hear your heartbeat and smell your sweat (or rather, the reaction it has with your skin) from a mile away.

Alerted by this change in demeanor, he turned back to look at you- who was completely frozen stiff, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape and pulled downwards.  He may have been prepared for any mission the Republic gave him, but there certainly wasn’t any briefing on traumatized teenagers- let alone force sensitive teens.  Kriff, he barely knew how to socialize with the Regs, and it was a miracle he could bond as much as he did with Omega.

Echo, even with his lack of enhanced senses, could easily see Hunter’s predicament.  “How about you get the rest of the squad together, keep it calm for the kid.  I’ll go take care of this.”  Hunter silently nodded in thanks, brushing past his brother to head inside and start giving orders.  That he was good at, no matter the topic.

Echo slowly, but not too slowly, as that would seem like a predator circling its prey, walked down the ramp and stood just in arm’s reach of the Padawan.  You seemed to stare at each other for an eternity before he slowly handed you the poncho.  “Here… seems you Jedi like ponchos, and we had one lying about.  Hope it works.  Got some more fabrics up on the ship, if you need any.  And better med-kits, stuff to find infections or fevers.  In case.”  He spoke both in a calm and precise manner, and continued on, “Name’s Echo, by the way.  Yours?  If you don’t mind, anyway.”

You didn’t respond for a few more seconds, taking it all in.  Finally, you mustered up a small response, “(Y/N)... and thank you.”  Echo smiled lightly, extending the poncho out a  bit further.  Quickly, you threw off the old poncho, which wouldn't have lasted another week, and put on the fresh new one.  “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, at least around the arms and face, yeah?  We’ll be on another planet soon, and then you can get some proper fitting clothes.”

Echo turned and walked back up the ramp, making sure he could hear your footsteps following him.  A few steps after you had gotten in, and the ramp seemed to slam shut.  Realstickly, it was probably shutting for a while, but you hadn’t noticed it until it registered that there was no way out now.  And everything seemed so tight.  Sure, you had just been in a wrecked ship for Maker knows how long, but it was a big one.  Now, you were stuck on a much smaller ship, with however many clones.  Before the claustrophobia and feeling of complete despair could kick in, a small blond girl tugged at your burnt, calloused, and wrapped up hands, attempting to pull you somewhere.  Of course, given your larger mass, as well as training, you didn’t budge, not one bit.  You stared down at the young girl, eyes wide, yet blank.  To say it disturbed her would be an understatement.

“Omega!  I’m Omega, and this is Lula- Wrecker’s tooka doll!” she exclaimed, bringing your attention to a large stuffed…rabbit?  Or… loth cat?  It was hard to say.  It had a black body, with red sock paws, similar to the red tips on its ears.  The tooka doll sported some pattern of white, clearly resembling a face, with two red dots for eyes.  Distracted by the stuffed creature, she could successfully pull you, where she then disposed of you in someone's bunk.  She all but slammed Lula into your chest before running off, what, or who she was looking for, a complete mystery.

She came back with a collection of blankets, pillows, and snacks, and most certainly more than she could carry. Immediately, Omega got to work, bundling you like a baby in a blizzard.  You were too stunned to do anything, really.  What could you do, anyway?  After about two or so minutes of her layering, she paused, and frowned.  “How are you going to eat if your hands and arms are covered! Agh!”

She quickly began undoing her work, until your arms could be brought out, and then resumed the stacking of blankets.  All you could do was blink repeatedly, ever confused.  After another five or so minutes, she smiled triumphantly at her work.  “Perfect!  Here, have some mantell mix!” she said as she shoved a fist full of some clunky substance into your palm.  Looking down at it, mouth watering, you slowly reached down and plucked one of the misshapen balls, and popped it into your mouth.  And by the Maker, was it delicious.  Your eyes widened, and without a second thought, your hand flew to your mouth, sending the entire pile of mantell mix down your throat.  After eating random rodents, insects, and food that was quite possibly expired from the ship, this mantell mix was a blessing to your senses.

As you continued chewing and swallowing the treat, you leaned back against the hard wall of the ship, a quiet, content sigh escaping.  While it certainly wasn’t the most comfortable, it was ten thousand times better than anywhere you had slept on the Venator.  Lula was still resting across your chest, and Omega smiled proudly at your comfort before running off again.  Although it was muffled, you could hear her talking to one of the clones, before grabbing something and running back towards you.

“I was training with Nala Se and the medical equipment at the Kaminoan facilities, so I can fix you up!  Now, where does it hurt the most?”  She was a bit too excited about her ‘patient’ needing help, you thought.  It was cute, though.  The younglings and other Padawan at the Jedi Temple were like that, too– always eager to be the first to help, even in situations where most would never be joyous.  You supposed there wouldn’t be any harm in humoring the girl, even if she was, by all means, a possible threat, with everyone else on the ship.  I mean, if they did plan to harm or kill you, there’d be no chance of survival, so you might as well play along with the little girl.  Either your last moments wouldn’t be too bad, or you’d start bonding with your saviors.  Either version was a win, in one way or another.

Cocking one eyebrow, you raised a question– “How are you supposed to take care of me if I can’t move under all these layers?  That seems rather counter-productive, no?”  Her face molded into one of thought and consideration, nodding her head in agreement.  Before you could register her next move, she essentially lunged, quickly stripping you of the layers for the second time within the hour.  Now, the blankets all strewn around you resembled a porg’s nest, without the sticks and twigs, anyway.  Omega yanked your arm forward, a tad too eager, considering you should always be gentle with your patients.  Your eyes squinted, brows furrowed in a smidge of pain- Omega immediately noticed, and gave you a sheepish smile before apologizing and bringing it towards her more gently.

She carefully wrapped the bandages off of your arm, eyes widening at the…state of it.  Burn spots, blisters, scratches, bruises, and more littered the entirety of it, looking like it came out of a horror holo-film.  You stared at it rather intensely.  You had no clue it was this bad.  I mean, it hurt, obviously- you were in a crashed ship and had no proper care for however long.  Of course it was going to hurt.  But seeing it, that was still a shock.

“Umm… I should probably get Tech.  I’m not this good, I don’t think…” Omega whispered, frowning.  She scurried off, but you just kept staring.  How could you have let it get this bad?  Was all the training useless?  Or was it you?

Tech, the one with goggles and a plethora of gear, came over, holding what Omega had given him, and more.  His armor was still on, but the helmet had been discarded.  He bent down on one knee, and scanned over your body, checking for any and all injuries.  And, oh boy, did he have his work cut out for him.  Tech carefully took your arm in his gloved hands, and stared for a little bit before spraying a lot of bacta on.  You lurched forward, bringing your other hand to your side, in a feeble attempt to focus the pain elsewhere.  Your brows scrunched, and cheeks pulled down, biting your tongue in every attempt to not bother him any more.

“Let me know when it stops stinging.  Most of the bacteria should be gone, then.  We’ll still clean it out routinely, as they’ve been untreated for so long,” he spoke precisely.  After what felt like eternity, he was finally finished applying the spray.  “Hold your arm out.  Make it as level and steady as you can,” Tech instructed.  Fingertips barely brushing your skin, he brought the clean cloth around, wrap after wrap, from your palm to your elbow.  He took some smaller bandages and wrapped them around each of your fingers, leaving your entire arm covered.

You lifted up your other arm, and you both repeated the process.  Bacta, wrap, done.  He gestured at your legs, silently asking to both take off your shoes and life up your pants, to at least the knee.  There was a much larger and deeper gash on your left shin, courtesy of a falling metal plate as you finally managed to get some sleep.  “That…will need stitches.  Wait here.”  Not like you were going anywhere.

After what felt like hours upon hours, everything that was physically wrong with you had been fixed- or, at the very least, temporarily fixed.  Obviously, there weren't the best medical supplies on a smaller ship that had long left the army, and thus left behind the blessing that was gift-wrapped med-kits.  Finally, he gave you some type of liquid- not a lot, just a shot.  He could see the quizzical look on your face, and quickly explained– “It’ll help you go to sleep, for quite a while, and it’ll help reduce the pain.  By the time you wake up, we should be at Orl Mantell, where we’ve been staying.  Or, at least, close to it.”

In a fraction of a heartbeat, you downed the small glass and handed it back to Tech.  He ran one more scan on you, just to be sure, before getting up and heading to the cock-pit with his brothers and little older sister.  Your heart slowed, and your eyelids grew heavy.  That serum worked fast.  Half involuntarily, you fell face first onto the bed and drifted into the best sleep you’d had in countless rotations.

[vodika-vibes]

would it be okay if i request something from the gentle care please? i was thinking "It's okay if you fall asleep." with shaak ti where the reader (gn please) is their padawan?

A Mother's Love

Summary: Master Shaak is the best Master you could have asked for. She’s so kind and so patient, and you want to be just like her when you grow up. But that’s still ages away.

Characters: Master Shaak Ti, Jedi Padawan! GN Reader

Word Count: 1070

Warnings: None

A/N: So, ngl, this almost ended up as an Order 66 fic, where Shaak is telling her padawan that it's okay to fall asleep after they were shot bt a clone, but that's a level of sadness I'm not prepared for today, so you get this instead.

Click HERE to join my taglist

You’re fairly certain that the planet you’re on is nothing but forest. And you’d think it was pretty, if not for the fact that you’ve been sneezing almost nonstop since landing nearly an hour ago.

At this point your nose is running, your eyes are watering, and your throat hurts.

All in all, you are a very miserable Padawan.

Another violent sneeze nearly sends you toppling backward, and it’s only your Master’s gentle touch on your shoulder that keeps you on your feet. You blink up at her through watery eyes, and she smiles kindly at you as she crouches so she’s closer to your level.

Gentle, yet calloused, fingers wipe a tear off your cheek. “You’re not having a good time at all, are you?”

“‘M sorry, Master,” You say as you wipe your nose with the sleeve of your robe.

“Nonsense, we had no way to know that you were going to be so allergic to those flowers,” She pulls a handkerchief from inside her robe and uses it to wipe your eyes, “It’s hardly your fault.”

“But I’m slowing us down,”

“Oh, my little one,” Master Shaak draws you closer and smooths her hand down your head, lightly moving your tiny padawan braid back behind your ear, “This is not a life or death mission, we’re just here to collect some data from the researchers who live here.” Her smile is kind, “We don’t send 10-year-olds on dangerous missions,”

Oh. That makes sense.

Master Shaak scans your face for a moment, and you can feel her gentle force-touch wash through your body. Someday you’re going to learn how to do that too, but you can’t do it yet.

“Hm, the reaction is getting worse,” She murmurs, “Your eyes are starting to swell. I bet it’s getting hard to see, isn’t it?”

You sneeze three times into your sleeve, “Yes, Master,” You reply, miserably.

“How’s your breathing?”

“It’s fine.”

“Alright, you must let me know if that changes,”

“Yes, Master.”

Master Shaak scoops you into her arms, and continues walking, “We’ll be at the camp shortly, Padawan. I’m sure they’ll have something to help you.” 

True to her words, less than fifteen minutes later she steps into a camp.

It’s not like any camp you’ve ever seen before. You expected canvas tents, or maybe a mobile home that wealthy people own, but this looks more like a temporary village than anything else.

A series of violent sneezes draws attention toward you and your Master, and you utter a miserable apology as a researcher hurries over to the pair of you. 

The man, a twi’lek wearing a stark white lab coat, takes a long look at you and nods, “Your Padawan appears to be allergic to the native flora, Master Jedi. We should have sent warning.”

“A warning?” Master Shaak asks as she lowers you back to the ground and hands you another cloth to wipe your eyes with.

“We’ve determined that human-based species have a 75% chance of having an allergic reaction to the native plants.”

Master Shaak’s eyes narrow, “And when was this determined?”

The Researcher has the grace to look ashamed, “A month ago, Master Jedi.”

You feel your Master release her annoyance into the force, and she sets her hand on your head, “Well, there’s nothing to be done for it now,” She says, her voice a little colder, “Is there someplace where my Padawan and I can wash the pollen off?”

“Yes, of course!” He gestures to a white building near the edge of the camp, “The showers are there. And I’ll get a dose of allergy medicine for the child.” He pauses, “And a mask.”

He hurries off as quickly as he can and Master Shaak guides you to the showers. She claims two showers near the end of the line, allowing you to take the one furthest from the entrance.

“Make sure you take your braid out as well,” She reminds you before she steps into her shower, “I’ll rebraid it later tonight.”

“Yes, Master,”

You step into the stall and look around. It’s decently sized, with an area separate from the actual shower. A place for you to store your clothes, you figure. There’s also a clean towel sitting folded on the bench, and a basket with shampoo, conditioner, and body soap.

By the time you finish showering, rush a brush through your hair, and pull on the clothes that haven’t been covered in pollen, Master Shaak has already finished and is waiting for you in the hall.

Everything is still a little blurry since your eyes are still swollen, but the sneezing has finally stopped. Master Shaak’s hand brushes over the top of your head, “I have some allergy medicine for you,” She says lightly, “It’s a liquid, so you don’t have to swallow a pill. I know that’s hard for you.”

She hands you a small cup and you scrunch up your nose but take the dose of medicine. The taste is foul enough that you shudder and you hear your Master laugh softly.

“Everyone is waiting for us around the campfire,” She continues, once she’s sure that you took all of the medicine, “Seems that that’s how they like to share their research at the end of the day.”

“So we’re staying for longer?”

“I’m afraid so,” Her hand moves to the back of your head, and she guides you out of the shower and over to the campfire.

Gracefully, she folds herself so she’s kneeling on a thick blanket on the ground, while you, much less gracefully, drop next to her, trying to mimic how she’s sitting.

You don’t quite pull it off, but warmth and pride radiate from her down your training bond.

As the adults around you start talking, you feel your eyelids grow heavy. You guess that the allergy medicine wasn’t non-drowsy.

You try to fight the sleepiness as much as you can, but it doesn’t take long before Master Shaak’s hand is resting on the top of your head. “It’s okay if you fall asleep,” She reassures you in a soft voice.And, slowly, she guides you so that your head is resting on her lap. She gently rubs your back while pushing warmth and comfort through your training bond, and you quickly sink into slumber, secure in the knowledge that none will harm you so long as Master Shaak is standing watch.

@imabeautifulbutterfly

@n0vqni

@bad4amficideas

@justiceandwar98

@mira-loves-star-wars

@tiredbi-peach

@dukeoftheblackstar

@trixie2023

@kimiheartblade

@padawancat97

@falconfeather23435

@etod

@bb8-99

@kiss-anon

@continous-mistakes

@yoitsjay

@liz-stat

@cc--2224

@adriennelenoir

@cdblake1565

@sweater-sloot

@heidnspeak

@wax-birds

@silly-starfish

@lonewolflupe

@maniacalbooper

[awkward-tension-art]

Heart-share

Captain Rex x Reader

Warnings; Reader insert, reader technically isn’t human but human enough, mind-sharing, literally sharing emotions, brief mentions of destruction in the beginning to set up backstory, smut, emotions, brief mentions of biting, technically more build up to sex rather than sex but I’m tagging it as smut anyway, Rex is a sweety, Rex gets a little emotional, he cries slightly, can be read any time before order 66, brief mention of Anakin and Padme

Reader is technically not female because they’re an alien species, but has female-ish biology (I kept that part vague), pronouns are gender neutral though!

Minors get the fuck out of here, you aren’t welcome!

You were a rare species in the Republic. One deeply tied to emotion, expression and the moon. Your skin was littered with sparkling light that resembled the stars in the sky. Your eyes had a soft glow to them.

Your home had been destroyed, and in the chaos, loss and grief, The Force had awoken inside of you like a storm. It was a desperate attempt to save your village.

It failed. Because without training, what could you have done?

Your kind had scattered after the destruction of your planet. Population was low, there was no home for your people.

That was years ago. In that time you had been taken in by the Jedi Order. Recognized as a padawan then a Jedi knight.

In those years you had found a new family with the Order. You found happiness. A home.

And love.

Captain Rex. Serious. Stern. Yet so kind, hardworking and determined.

Handsome too. All the clones were handsome, but something about Rex…

Love was forbidden. No attachment. It made no sense to you. Love was sacred. To disregard your emotions and feelings was to disregard your culture.

However, you were given a good lashing by the council for your questioning of such a rule. And Rex wouldn’t risk his position. He’d be decommissioned if it was known he had romantic feelings for you.

So you didn’t act on your feelings. Neither did the clone captain for the longest time. You had settled for lingering touches and sidelong glances.

But when you stumbled in on Padme and Anakin….

Well, you’d keep their secret if they kept yours.

Rex’s lips were on yours. He had just returned from a long battle in the outer ridges of the Republic. In a not so subtle way, he had immediately gone to your private quarters, leaving before any of his other clone brothers had stepped off the ship. His helmet was placed on your desk, and his hands were on you.

“Rex,” you giggled as he peppered kisses all over your face, “Rex, I missed you too,” your arms were draped over his shoulders.

“Hm.” His rough voice was soft, “Need this. Need you, mesh’la.”

You let him do as he pleased with no argument, the captain was often affectionate whenever he returned. He had your heart in the palm of your hand. You had his.

Your thoughts drifted, thinking of home. Thinking of the many shows of adoration in your culture. Would he enjoy learning and experiencing such a thing?

There was something you wanted to do with the clone captain. But it was permanent. A deeply intimate process that the most devoted of couples would perform.

It couldn’t be forced. All parties had to be willing, and whoever you chose for it would be the only one to share it with you.

It was a sharing of emotions. A connection of the minds. A binding of the nervous system, so one’s internal feelings became physical. And the result afterward, no matter where either of you were, you could sense each other’s emotional state.

“Rex.”

He paused at your words and pulled back, “Oh! Did I do something wrong?” His warm eyes had concern in them.

“No, I just…” your hands held his, “I want to do something, but…” what could you say? How could you fully explain this to him?

“Mesh’la,” his hand cupped your cheek, “What is it?”

You swallowed, he was picking up on your nervousness, “it’s called reeshi,” it felt strange speaking your language, it’s been so long since you’ve spoken your mother tongue, “The closest way I can translate it is heart-sharing.”

Rex remained silent, looking at you in interest as you explained the process. It only took skin to skin contact, and it would allow for him to feel what you feel. And you him. The effect would be a link to each other's emotions. So even at a distance, you would know how the other was feeling.

There was a single downside, if Rex would die, your mind would shatter, and you couldn’t heart-share with anyone else. He would be your literal one and only.

You’ve seen the result of such a thing years ago. They were a husk. Unable to feel anything anymore. They barely had any functionality. It was like speaking to a hollow shell of a being. As if a crucial part of their mind was missing and broken.

“You’re telling me, if I fell in battle,” he furrowed his brow, grip tightening on your hips, “You…would just break?”

“I suppose that’s one way to say it…Yes.” Your hand trailed down his chest, “but…I…I want to….” You murmured, looking deep into his beautiful eyes. Your lips were so close to him, “With you…”

Rex kissed you sweetly before he pulled back, “I…I can’t risk it. Not for you.” Tangled in his concern and worry was fear. You recognized it easily.

He feared harming you. Feared dying and leaving you with a permanent scar.

Oh…he’s so sweet…

Outside this room, he was captain Rex. Leader to hundreds of clones. A battle hardened warrior. But with you? He was your love. Your kar’ta.

“Rex…”

“I’m a clone. Someone who was made to fight and die in battle. For the republic.” He damn near growled, “If you and I…did this…”

“I want it to be with you.” Your fingers interlocked with his, “It’s worth it.” You murmured, “you’re worth it. clone or not. Republic or not…you’re worth everything to me.”

He kissed you again. One strong arm held the small of your back. The other was holding your face still. By the time you two separated, your breath had been taken.

“You…” Rex whispered, “are incredible.” He pulled you closer to kiss you again and again, “hell, I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You responded softly, kissing him again. Your lips only left his when your back was on your bed and he caged you between his arms.

He swallowed, looking down at you. You must seem so small when he’s over you like this.

“You said heart-sharing requires skin to skin contact?” The captain asked, keeping his eyes on you.

You nodded and he removed his left glove with his teeth.

Oh stars, this man is attractive. He knew how to get you hot and bothered. Between the kisses and touches, his armor and your clothes were stripped, leaving you both bare.

His fingers interlocked with yours. Your gaze met his and you spoke, “I want to make sure you want this too.”

Rex nodded, “yea…yea I do. But…are you sure? I’m just-“

“You’re more than just a clone.” Your words were honest. Resolute. Your tone indicated that you weren’t going to argue.

The captain let out a short, breathy laugh, “Alright mesh’la…as long as you’re ok…keep going.”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Your focus was on the man over you. You thought of him and only him, opening up a bridge between you two.

Your minds connected, tying together like a soft ribbon. In a way, you formed your souls together, becoming a single entity melded together by love.

All at once, it felt like cold water splashed over you before giving way to warmth. Rex’s mind was receptive to yours. Connecting together like a puzzle. His breath hitched, and he fell onto his forearm, keeping you under him.

Your eyes opened. You could feel his thoughts. His emotions. Physically, you could feel his skin. His scars. His heartbeat. He was all you knew at the moment. Your free hand was at the back of his neck, holding him close.

Only him.

He trembled, nervous system feeling you.

You. You. You.

Rex’s entire purpose was you.

Even when he buried his face in your shoulder, you could feel him. Rex was overwhelmed. Overcome with everything. He was open and bare for your mind. You were peering into his existence, seeing every dark corner inside of him.

This was a vulnerability he didn't think was possible.

Tied to it all was pleasure. Deep, piercing pleasure.

“M-mesh’la…” the captain’s throat was tight, struggling to process just what he was feeling. His words slurred ever so slightly, “Kar'taylir darasuum. Aalar bid jate…riduur…” Rex’s brain fizzled out, forgetting Galactic Basic.

This deep…affection. This never ending love. It flooded his system, drowned him. His lungs were filled with your existence. His heart was racing with your passion.

“Rex…” you whispered his name so sweetly, “Are you ok?” You were aware that this process could be overwhelming for anyone outside of your race. Truthfully, you didn’t expect this to be so…intense for him. You felt his heightened emotional state. Everything was so sensitive for him, and it gave way to physical pleasure. He was struggling to fully understand it.

His grip on your hand tightened and he nodded, “Gedet'ye…elek…” Rex swallowed, shaking himself out of his daze. The reeshi clearly took him off guard. A rare moment where he was unsteady.

Along with his emotional state, you were connected to his physical reactions. You could feel his desire. His need. You could feel his want for your body. You bent your knee and used your calf to push him closer. He could feel exactly the same in you. A desperate attraction.

Rex shuddered, coming back to himself, “You’re going to kill me, mesh’la…” His voice was husky, “Can I…” He squeezed your hand again.

You raised your head and kissed him, sparks shot through the both of you, “I am yours, Rex.”

He lined up his cock and pushed into you.

Stars, this was intense. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing. His kisses on your neck felt like fire. Every touch was amplified because of reeshi.

Rex was trembling again. His nerves were alight with pleasure, both yours and his. He silenced himself by burying his face into your neck.

Your ankles crossed, pulling him even closer to you.

You were lost within each other as he rolled his hips over and over again. Your body was moving with the push and pull of rising pleasure. Like a wave, moving from your curled toes to your head.

The connection between you two remained steadfast. Your fingers remained interlocked with his, allowing the pleasure to be exponential.

Rex wasn’t his usual quiet self. He was more vocal, letting out soft heavenly moans. He kept his face on your shoulder, using your skin to muffle the sounds he made.

He was feeling good, you knew it. Your free hand trailed down his back, causing both him and you to shiver. The pads of your fingers traced over scars. The ones you’ve felt many times before. The same scars you kissed, letting the captain know how you loved each one.

The same feeling ghosted over your back. Every peck, every move, every emotion and feeling was a mirror between you both.

The pleasure was building. Your center became tight like a coil.

Rex was no better off. He was primed to break and fall to complete bliss. The pace of his thrusts was fast and sloppy. His coordination failed, entirely overwhelmed with the pleasure and ecstasy he was feeling, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum,” he breathed into your ear, “...Ni aalar bid jate…gar cuyir kandosii'la…elek…elek….”

His words caused you to go over the edge. Your head tilted back and you moaned his name. Bliss went through your system, doubling your lover's own pleasure. He was thrown into an orgasm, sending powerful shockwaves through you.

There was a burning on your shoulder as you felt Rex cum. He held you tightly, muffling his moans and keens into your skin. He held you tightly, muscles flexing, mind and body exploding with pure, unfiltered, hot euphoria.

Your breathing was heavy as the both of you came down from your compounded highs. Eyes closed, heart racing, you let yourself feel the warmth in the afterglow. It felt…sweeter…more heavenly.

Now, you two could feel each and every feeling after such intimacy.

“...Gar cuyir ner oyay…Gar cuyir ner narser…” Rex mumbled lowly, placing soft and tender kisses to your skin, “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Mesh’la…Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum…” The clone captain was in a daze. His mind had broken under the pleasure and he needed a moment to recharge. But…seeing the man you loved so incoherent with bliss…

Well, you’d remember this scene for a long time.

He pulled back, moving to look over you. He was about to kiss you, before his warm brown eyes flicked to your shoulder, “o-oh…”

“Hm..?” One eye cracked open in curiosity. He was embarrassed, you could feel it in your chest. With a glance, you recognized a rather deep bite mark.

Oh.

Oh!

“Sorry, mesh’la.” Rex mumbled, not meeting your eye, “I...I guess everything got too intense.”

“S’ok…” Your smile was small, genuine and tired, “Just means you felt good.” You squeezed his hand and leaned up to kiss his lips tenderly. You wanted to stay like this with him forever. You wanted to forget the war outside. You wanted to forget the jedi code.

But stars, you were suddenly so exhausted.

Reeshi was tiring for you. It was a steady drain of your energy, and you had to stop.

But you really didn’t want to.

The captain felt your exhaustion, “Mesh’la?” With his free hand, he cupped your cheek, “Are you ok?”

You nodded, “Yea…” your head turned to look at your clasped hands, “Reeshi is…tiring…” It made sense, the two of you were connected mentally, emotionally and physically, and you were acting as the bridge.

“Oh…” he whispered. You felt his sadness. He seemed to enjoy being tied to you in such an intimate way, “Then…stop, if you need. I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

With another nod, you closed your eyes. Severing the connection was easier than establishing it. However, neither you nor Rex’s mind wanted to disconnect. You untangled the silken ribbon that tied the both of you together.

In the end you were left with an empty feeling in your heart.

A tear fell onto your chest and your riduur buried his face back into your neck. You could still feel his sadness at the back of your mind, but it wasn’t as strong. He could feel your own, even if you couldn’t cry tears of water at the loss of heart-sharing.

Instead of being tangled together in a web of affection and love, your emotions were connected by a thread. Small, seemingly fragile, but still connected.

That thought alone gave you comfort. The two of you were still connected in a way that others wouldn’t understand.

“Sorry…” he mumbled, “I didn’t think this would hit me so hard…it feels like I’ve lost a part of myself.”

Your smile was soft, “me too,” you admitted, “But…instead, you have a part of me. And I have a part of you.”

Rex shifted, laying on his side to hold you close, “i rather like that thought.” His warm lips pecked your forehead, “I love you, mesh’la.”

“I love you too, kar’ta.” you whispered back.

[rose-sophia-isabella-rogers]

Written in the Stars: Chapter I - The Princess and the Pauper

Summary: The Sith destroy the balance in the galaxy with their plans and actions. To bring it back, the Force creates a child - Anakin Skywalker. He is the Chosen One from the Jedi's prophecy. But Light and Dark Side battle for his soul. To make sure the balance is restored, the Force puts in his way someone who can help him make the right choices. A young girl named [Y/N] [L/N].

Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan and Anakin get a mission from the Jedi Council. When they arrive to their destination, a complication arises. In addition to the peace negotiations they have to find a lost princess. During their search they encounter you. How will you help them locate the missing princess and can the negotiations be saved?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, R2-D2

Word Count: 6776

A/N: I have returned! With a new fanfiction in the Star Wars universe. I finally finished watching everything. I think. I hope. Anyway, I hope you will enjoy this! P.S.: The gif is not mine! Same as the Star Wars franchise. Nor you, for that matter.

Tag list (let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@intothesoul

@mizelophsun11

@pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

@zeeader

@marrymonrich

@wonderland2425

@chelseyyouraverageluigi

@thehufflepuffavenger1

@drinix

@astro-kitty-launch

@nikiloveshayden

Padawan Anakin Skywalker and his master Obi-Wan Kenobi have been sent on a mission. They travel to a planet called Luth. They are to save a peace negotiation with a planet Unton. The Jedi Council fears the planet may go into a war if they are not aided.

Luth is a prosperous planet, ruled by a wise king and a kind queen. The monarchy is holding up well. The rulers hope it will continue so and they try to raise their children to respect and care for their subjects, hoping they will do the same. If it happens that a ruler in the future is not good for his people, they have a right to put him on trial and execute him. So, really, it's in everyone's best interest for kings and queens to care for every little man.

The royal family are humans, but all species are welcome to live on the planet. It's a very green and blue planet. Its people focus mostly on natural resources, but they also have an advanced technology.

The people of Unton have always been jealous of their neighbors. For many years they've been trying to gain some of Luth's resources, as their own planet is very poorly governed by the council consisting of thirteen men and women. The only species that is allowed to live there is the native one.

Untons have large bodies consisting mostly of fat. They have beady eyes, snouts of pigs, long ears, hooves and massive hands with three fingers. They sweat profusely and are mean by nature. And greedy.

Luthians have enough of their aggression and the rulers have decided to end it by making a deal with Untons. However, their conditions are unacceptable. Hence the need for the Jedi.

'Have you ever met someone from either of the planets?' Anakin asks his master, as they land on Luth.

'Qui-Gon Jinn and I met once a Luthian on another planet,' Obi-Wan answers. 'It was a good fellow. He mentioned that he likes his life on the planet. And that the King and Queen are wise rulers.'

'And Untons?' Skywalker asks. Kenobi shakes his head.

'They rarely leave their planet,' he explains. 'They hate other species and prefer not to interact with them. Unless, it's about getting rich.'

'Then let's help them getting home soon,' padawan says and together with his master gets off the ship. They're meet with their escort and follow them to the palace. They pass people, looking around.

'Do you notice something strange?' Obi-Wan asks quietly at some point.

'The citizens are very nervous,' Anakin answers. 'Could it be because of Untons?'

'Possibly,' Kenobi considers. 'Let's hope we will find out more at the palace.'

Soon enough they enter the throne room. They expected to find the King and the Queen on their thrones. But they're surprised to find them in the middle of the room, talking to a teenage girl, looking a lot like the Queen. When the Jedi enter, the three people hurry to them, all having worried expressions.

'Masters Kenobi, thank you for coming here so quickly,' says King Andrrei. 'We're afraid the situation is even worse than it was when we asked for your help.'

'Don't worry, we're here to help,' Obi-Wan assures them, then points at his friend. 'This is my padawan, Anakin Skywalker.'

'It's very nice to meet you,' Queen Lyra says, taking Anakin's hands in hers in a warm handshake. He's a bit surprised by it, but returns it, and then the Queen lets him go.

'How is the situation looking?' Kenobi asks. 'Do the Untons demand more?'

'Oh, more and more,' the Princess, as it must be her, answers, wincing. 'Honestly, they will always want more. I don't know why we bothered with the negotiation in the first place.'

'Hush, Astrariel,' her mother chides her. 'It's always worth to search for peace.'

The name tells the Jedi, who've studied on the royal family during their journey, that this is the younger princess. But that provokes the question: where is the older one, the heir to the throne? Shouldn't she be here as well?

'Very well said, Your Majesty,' Obi-Wan says. The Queen smiles, but it's a strained smile.

'Still, for now we had to haul the negotiations,' Andrrei says. The Jedi look at him, surprised.

'What was the reason for this decision?' Anakin asks. Astrariel looks away, rapidly blinking. Lyra's lips tremble and she quickly covers them, choking back a sob. The King's face falls and suddenly he looks older.

'Because our eldest daughter has been kidnapped,' he reveals. The Jedi look at them, astonished.

'By Untons?' Kenobi guesses after a moment of stunned silence.

'They're our primary suspects,' the Queen answers and sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. 'But so it happens, that a certain group has docked recently in the capital's port. They… they're slavers.'

Skywalker stiffens. He remembers his childhood, during which he and his mother were slaves. Immediately, he feels anger. A glance from his master calms him down a bit.

'Unfortunately, we have no proof for that,' Andrrei continues. 'Publicly, they are merchants. But it is known they get most money from slavery. We've been trying to arrest them for that for years.'

'In fact, recently my sister took over the investigation,' Astrariel adds. 'And she said she's really close to getting some proof.'

'So, it's possible they risked taking her, a princess, to save their own skins,' Obi-Wan says, pondering. 'Or Untons are trying to blackmail you to get the upper hand.'

'They didn't let you know they have her?' Anakin questions. The royal family shakes their heads.

'They seem to be acting even stranger, though,' the Princess says. 'And oddly easily agreed on our request to put the negotiations on hold.'

'That is suspicious,' Kenobi agrees. 'But doesn't determine their guilt. Because it is also suspicious that the princess was kidnapped while there are slavers in the city.'

'You can see our dilemma, then,' the King says, spreading his arms in resignation.

'Could it be possible for the slavers and Untons to work together?' Skywalker asks.

'I… can hardly imagine Untons working with anyone who isn't of their species,' Astrariel argues, scrunching her nose.

'No, no, this is a good idea,' Obi-Wan denies, nodding, and looks at his padawan with approval and pride. Anakin barely manages to contain a happy smile, glad to be praised by his mentor.

'But what would both sides gain if they really cooperated?' the Queen asks.

'That is for us to find out,' Kenobi answers. 'I suppose you want us to find the princess?'

'Please,' the King pleads. 'We've searched everywhere. We don't know what to do. You're our only hope.'

'How sure are you she's still on the planet?' Skywalker asks.

'We have a, um, this… I guess you'd call this connection to the Force?' the princess starts, intriguing two Jedi. 'We sort of feel each other's presence in the back of our minds. But it only works when we're on the same planet.'

'And since you still can feel her…' Obi-Wan says slowly.

'It means she's still alive and on Luth,' Lyra finishes, nodding. 'Yes. Sadly, it doesn't allow us to tell where she is.'

'Don't worry, Your Majesty,' Kenobi says after a beat and bows. 'We'll do everything in our power to find your eldest daughter.'

Anakin quickly bows as well. Andrrei walks to Obi-Wan and takes his hand in his, then squeezes it.

'Please, Master Jedi,' he says, his eyes full of pain. 'Bring her home.'

*

The Jedi are given a small hut in the city. The royal family wanted to give them large chambers, but they agreed that this way they can act from hiding, not alerting unwanted people to their presence. In here they plan and strategize.

'How are we supposed to find her?' Skywalker sighs, frustrated. Kenobi, who's been pacing, stops and looks at his padawan.

'I know it won't be easy,' he says. 'But the fate of this negotiation, our mission, depends on whether we do. And possibly the life of the princess.'

'So, what's our move?' Anakin asks. Obi-Wan thinks for a moment.

'We should investigate the princess' chambers for any clues,' he says after a minute. 'But the longer we don't search for her, the longer she's out there, maybe being taken further away.'

'Easy,' Skywalker says. 'You search her chambers, I start looking for her. Later you join me and we look for her together.'

Kenobi gives his padawan a look. He knows his pupil is a bit hotheaded and prefers taking action. But he's not wrong here. It would speed up their investigation. However, he also knows how sensitive his friend is when it comes to slavery.

'All right,' Obi-Wan agrees. 'But when I'm done with the princess' chambers, I'll also try to investigate the Untons, since they're also staying at the palace. That way it leaves you the slavers and maybe searching in the city. And Anakin, remember our mission. We're here to find the princess, rescue her and make sure the negotiations run smoothly. That's all. Don't let your feelings get in the way.'

'I know, master,' Skywalker grumbles, pouting. He's annoyed about the remark. He knows how to behave and his duties.

'We'll meet here by dawn,' Kenobi decides. 'Unless, one of us finds something. Then, we're in touch.'

Anakin nods. Obi-Wan puts a hand on his shoulder and he responds with the same action. They nod at each other and go separate ways.

It's not hard for Skywalker to locate the slavers. Everyone in the city knows where they're staying and where their ship's docked. However, young Jedi quickly realizes it's impossible for him to get to either of these places. The security is too tight, even for a Jedi. He needs his master for that.

For now, he decides to back away and search the city. He's maybe a few streets away, when he hears hurried footsteps coming his way. He turns around, a hand on his lightsaber. But still, the person that runs at him, takes him by surprise, suddenly turning the corner and barreling straight into him.

'Whoa! Easy there!' he says and tries to stabilize both him and the person, by grabbing them by their arms. But they start to struggle, clearly panicked.

'Hey, hey, hey!' Anakin tries to calm the person down. 'I'm not going to hurt you.'

The person stops struggling. Slowly, they look up at him. He's met with [E/C] eyes. He also manages to finally take a look at them.

He's holding a girl, not much younger than him. She has [H/C] [H/L] hair that are a complete mess on her head. Her face is dirty and has some scratches on it. She has some clothes that look more like a sack. They are dirty as well and tattered. But what mostly catches his attention, is a collar on her neck.

His heart stops for a moment. First, he feels sadness, but then he's filled with anger. Because he realizes he's encountered a slave that's managed to escape. A slave that is you.

'Come on,' he says, gently taking your hand in his. 'I'll take you out of here.'

You stiffen under his touch and look at him with distrust. He hesitates only for a moment. Then, he shows you his lightsaber, hoping you'll understand he has no intention of harming you. He sees recognition flashing in your eyes. He's relieved to feel you relaxing, but not completely.

'This way,' he says and carefully starts leading you away. On your way, he sneaks a few glances at you. He knows it would be too good for the missing princess to just bump into him, but he still can't help but hope. But you look nothing like the royal family.

Your hands look like they've seen hard work. You clearly lost some weight recently, but it's obvious you're not as skinny as he imagines princesses to be. So, there's a small chance you're the one he's looking for.

'In here,' he says softly, when you reach the hut that he and Obi-Wan occupy. You both get inside and he bolts the door. He looks out of the window. After a few minutes he sees someone creeping in the shadows, clearly looking for something… or someone. Your absence has been noticed.

'All right,' Anakin says and moves away from the window, closing in the drapes. He turns and looks at you.

You're standing in the middle of the room, terrified, trying to make yourself as small as possible. The Jedi keeps his distance, not wanting to frighten you. He looks at you softly.

'My name is Anakin Skywalker, I'm a padawan of a Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi,' he introduces himself. 'What's your name?'

You open your mouth but no sound comes out. You huff in frustration, although it's not hearable either, and touch your collar. Anakin frowns and slowly walks to you. He examines the collar.

'Is it blocking out your voice somehow?' he asks. You nod, your expression miserable. Skywalker grits his teeth, enraged.

'Let me-' he says and touches your collar. Immediately, you're zapped by electricity. You shut your eyes and your body spasms in pain. When it's over, your legs give under you, but the Jedi is quick to grab you.

'I'm so sorry!' he says, horrified. 'I… I didn't mean. I… didn't know.'

You look up at him and force a smile, trying to let him know you don't blame him. You didn't know about that part either.

Just then someone tries to open the door. You both jump, startled. Someone knocks. Anakin lets you go and checks who's outside with the Force. Relieved to sense his master, he unbolts the door and opens it, finding himself face to face with frowning Obi-Wan.

'Why did you bolt the door?' he asks, confused, but then his eyes land on you. 'Oh. Hello there.'

You look at him with wide eyes and try to back away. Skywalker quickly shakes his head.

'It's okay!' he assures you. 'That's my master. Obi-Wan.'

You relax slightly. Kenobi eyes you, then turns to his padawan.

'Is that…?' he starts slowly. Skywalker shakes his head. They talk quietly. You don't hear the conversation. You can only notice the older Jedi is not pleased with what his padawan did. But your savior somehow manages to calm him down.

'Very well, but it's on your head,' Obi-Wan finally says and walks to a desk. He takes something from it and slowly, so not to frighten you, he walks to you. He hands you a piece of paper and a pen.

'Can you write your name?' he asks, his tone soft and calming. You don't even attempt to grab them. You just look at him miserably and show your hands. There are cuffs on your wrists, similar to the collar on your neck. Somehow, Anakin has missed them earlier. It's clear they somehow make your hands unable to write.

'I see,' Kenobi sighs. 'That is certainly problematic.'

You look down. Obi-Wan puts a hand on your shoulder. You stiffen but don't jump away. You lift your head and see a gentle smile on his face.

'It's not your fault,' he assures you and glances at your collar. 'I assume there's some key to it?'

You nod your head. Kenobi scratches his beard and returns to his padawan.

'I know you meant well, Anakin, but the situation is not good,' he says quietly. 'The streets are crawling with people looking for her, I know that now. It's going to be really hard to get into the slavers' accommodations.'

'I couldn't just leave her there,' Skywalker protests angrily, but also quietly. 'They would catch her again.'

'I know and I applaud your compassion,' his master calms him down. 'I'm just saying our mission is even more difficult now. We must wait a day or two before trying to investigate the slavers.'

'And the Untons?' Anakin asks. Obi-Wan shakes his head.

'After I searched her chambers, I followed them all day,' he answers. 'No one let anything slip and I didn't find any place they could keep her. Where did you find the poor girl?'

'A few streets away from the place they're staying at,' Skywalker answers.

'That's probably the place they're keeping the captured ones,' Kenobi says and sighs. 'So, we wait a day or two, then we try to get in there and find her.'

'And the key to collars and cuffs,' Anakin adds. Obi-Wan nods, agreeing. They will need it for you, and there's a chance the princess is in the same situation. They look at you, observing them with interest.

'I hope you don't mind staying with us for a bit here?' Kenobi asks with a kind smile. You respond with a similar one and shake your head. You may not be completely free yet, but it's definitely better than the place you were a few hours ago.

*

The next day, Obi-Wan manages to sneak out for a reconnaissance. He orders Anakin to stay behind with you, since he's the one who brought you. The young Jedi is clearly not happy with it. He's sitting by the window pouting even an hour after his master has left to get some intel. After a moment of hesitation, you sit down opposite to him and gently touch his hand. His eyes snap to yours and he sees concern in them.

'I'm okay,' he tries to assure you, forcing a smile, which earns him a dubious look. 'Honestly.'

You continue to stare at him. Finally, he cracks and sighs.

'Okay, not really,' he says and huffs, frustrated. 'It's just… I know Obi-Wan is right, but I can't help but feel he's punishing me for doing something we didn't discuss and that was right but also got us into more trouble. Again.'

Immediately, you hang your head, feeling guilty. Anakin quickly takes your hands in his.

'No, no, it's not your fault!' he hurries to say. You look at your joined hands, surprised, and then at his face. Seeing what he did, he tries to take his hands away, apology already on his mouth, but you squeeze his hands, stopping him. It's his turn to look surprised. But you smile slightly at him and he can't help but respond in kind.

'I don't regret helping you,' Skywalker says and looks at your collar, or rather glares at it. 'And I promise to help you get rid of that.'

You frown and stare at him for a moment. You open your mouth but then you remember you can't speak. You huff, frustrated. You decide to try ask your question anyway. Slowly, you try to mouth 'Why?'. It's the Jedi's turn to frown.

'"Why?",' he repeats and you nod. 'What? Why… I want to help you?'

You nod again. Anakin looks away. But you still manage to see pain flashing in his eyes.

'When I was a kid… I was a slave,' he explains quietly and your eyes go wide. 'Together with my mom, on a planet called Tatooine. I got out thanks to Obi-Wan and his master, Qui-Gon Jinn. But they couldn't help my mother. I couldn't help her… So, if I can at least help you… I'm going to do it.'

He looks at you with determination. Your eyes soften. You reach out and cup his cheek. He flinches, surprised, but doesn't move away. You try to make him see with your gaze how grateful you are. For his actions and his words. He seems to understand it, as he smiles. You take your hand away. He clears his throat and looks away.

'I'm sorry in advance,' he says and grins sheepishly. 'I tend to attract trouble. It's very likely we'll get into some before you're free.'

You raise your eyebrows, amused. There's a certain twinkle in your eyes. Then, they fall on his lightsaber, and they sparkle with curiosity.

'Beautiful, right?' he asks with pride and takes it in his hand. 'I was so happy when I was finally able to make it. It was unforgettable. Ever since I tried to prove I'm worthy of wielding it.'

You look at him. Your eyes burn with so many questions. Which you can't ask… But Anakin seems to get the idea.

'Would… would you like to hear of my adventures with Obi-Wan?' he asks hesitantly. 'Since we're stuck here until he gets back? Hopefully with some food?'

You nod with enthusiasm. You sit more comfortably and focus on him. He chuckles, a bit bashed by the attention, but he starts telling you about his life as a Jedi. And your reactions, voiceless laughs, grins, shining eyes etc. just encourage him.

By the time Kenobi returns, it's dusk and you're both extremely hungry. He hands you the food and you eat it in minutes.

'I'm sorry it took so long,' he sighs. 'I couldn't risk it. The city is full of slavers looking for you.'

'Did you manage to find out something at least?' Skywalker asks with his mouth full. His master nods, his expression grim.

'We must make our move tonight,' he says and glances at you. You get the hint and excuse yourself, going into the bathroom. Obi-Wan leans to his padawan.

'The Untons have forced the King and Queen to resume the negotiations,' he says quietly. 'They're going to continue tomorrow morning. They were very forceful.'

'Do you think they want to use the princess as the leverage?' Anakin asks. Kenobi nods.

'The Queen invited their Chancellor for a dinner tonight, but he declined, saying he has some matters to attend to in the southern part of town,' he answers and gives his friend a look. 'And who do we know is in the southern part of town?'

'The slavers,' Skywalker answers and grins. 'So, I was right, and they are working together.'

'Yes, it's quite possible,' Obi-Wan agrees. 'I wish we could have more time to carefully plan this, but… it looks like we have to improvise and break the princess out.'

'Oh, we can do it, master,' Anakin assures him. The older Jedi sighs, hoping his padawan is not wrong.

When you return from the bathroom, they're ready to head out. Kenobi looks at you apologetically.

'I'm very sorry, but we have to leave you alone for some time,' he explains. 'We'll try to come back sooner rather than later. Do not open this door to anyone but us. Okay?'

You nod and smile, wanting them to understand it's all right, you get it. They respond in kind, then leave. You bolt the door after them and only then you allow your expression to fall.

The two Jedi are quick to get to the place the slavers are staying at. They find a spot to hide and observe.

'Well, it's even more guarded than yesterday,' Anakin notices grimly.

'I wonder why is that,' Obi-Wan murmurs. His padawan glares at him.

'I couldn't allow them to take her again,' he says angrily. Kenobi sighs and pats his arm.

'I know, I know, you did the right thing,' he assures him. 'But I don't like how slim our chances are.'

'Have more faith, master,' Skywalker says, grinning suddenly. To Obi-Wan's surprise, a familiar droid joins them.

'You called for R2-D2?' he asks. Anakin pats affectionally his astromech, who was asked to stay on the ship and keep an eye on it.

'Who's got the biggest chances to get us inside?' he asks. His master chuckles.

'You're right,' he says. 'Let's do it.'

Some time later, the Jedi are crawling through the ventilation system, curtesy of R2. None of them is happy about it.

'Was there really no other way in?' Skywalker whispers angrily.

'The only other way in is the front door,' Kenobi answers. 'So, don't complain.'

Anakin grumbles something and continues crawling, his master following him. Suddenly, they hear voices. They slow down. The system becomes large enough for them to crawl side by side. They stop when they encounter a grid.

They look down and see people in black clothes and helmets on their heads. With them are also Untons. Young padawan can't help a grin. He was right. They're working together.

'- sure of it,' they hear one Unton say. 'They try to hide it, but they're distraught because of their missing daughter. Once we reveal she's on our mercy, they will give us anything we want. Or their precious princess will become a slave.'

Untons laugh, which sounds more like pigs snorting. Anakin shakes with anger. Obi-Wan puts a hand on his shoulder, urging him to calm down.

'Oh, many will pay a lot to get their hands on such a specimen,' one of the slavers assures. 'Still, it would be more beneficent for us all if they agree to your terms.'

'Oh, definitely,' the Unton agrees. 'We will get our resources and you will be able to… gather slaves from this planet. We remember our deal and intent to honor it.'

'Good,' the slaver says, nodding.

'We would like to make sure our bargaining chip is not damaged… much,' another Unton says. 'If you could show us the way.'

The slaver opens his mouth to answer. But just then Anakin, who's been holding the grid tightly because of his anger, manages to push it forward. Unfortunately, it causes him to lose balance. He falls forward with wide eyes. Obi-Wan grabs him, wanting to stop the fall, but it just causes him to be dragged down as well.

They land with a loud crash. They look up slowly and see astonished looks.

'Well, now you've done it,' Kenobi sighs. Skywalker smiles sheepishly.

'Sorry, master,' he apologizes.

'Intruders!' the slaver shouts, reaching for his blaster. The Jedi quickly get on their feet, and using the confusion their appearance has caused, bolt for the door. A second later the alarms blare and they hear footsteps rushing at their direction.

'What's the plan?!' Anakin asks, as they take out their lightsabers.

'We must head to the exit!' Obi-Wan answers. 'There's too many of them!'

They run past the corridors, using their lightsabers to deflect the shots coming their way. Some has already managed to reach them. But Jedi are faster and they manage to put some distance to their pursuers.

But Skywalker notices something at some point and stops. His eyes twinkle. He takes a turn, ignoring his master's orders.

Kenobi reaches the door and orders R2 to open it. He turns around and takes a stance, ready to fight. He freezes, finally realizing his padawan is not with him.

'Honestly…' he sighs, exasperated, and calls his friend on the com. 'Anakin, where are you?'

'Coming, master!' he hears the answer, but not from the com, but from the corridor. And a second later Skywalker is there, deflecting blasts. Obi-Wan quickly hurries to help him. Just when they become overwhelmed, R2 opens the door.

'Quickly!' Kenobi shouts and they make their escape. But even on the streets they are still chased. Obi-Wan risks a look behind them.

'We must get to the palace!' he shouts.

'First of all, we don't have their princess with us!' Anakin argues. 'Second of all, we can't leave… her… behind.'

Kenobi curses, knowing he's right. They take a turn to their hiding spot. They reach the hut and quickly bang on the door.

'It's us, please, hurry!' Skywalker shouts. A moment later the door opens and they see your wide-opened eyes. They brush past you and you quickly bolt the door again.

'They're close behind us,' Obi-Wan explains. 'We must get into the palace. We should be safe there. Even if we didn't finish our mission.'

'Yeah, we're a bit out of time,' Anakin says, glancing out of the windows. 'They're here. They're going to find us in a moment.'

Suddenly, you throw yourself at the carpet. You manage to push it away, revealing a hidden door. You look up at stunned Jedi and smile. Kenobi chuckles.

'I assume you know where does it lead?' he asks. You nod and quickly open the secret passage. You jump in it. The men and the droid follow you. They light their weapons and follow you through the tunnels. It seems to them you take hundreds of different turns.

At last, you stop by a ladder. You climb first and force another door open. You get through it, your companions close behind. You close the hatch, while they look around.

Your new hideout is a seamstress shop. And you are in the store backroom. There are many mannequins, lots of fabric and various tailoring tools.

'We're breaking and entering now?' Obi-Wan asks. You shake your head. Your companions look at you curiously. Could it be your place? Well, they can't be certain. But it is possible.

'Well, we might as well think of our next move here,' Kenobi sighs, sitting up on a free stool. 'Since that was a complete disaster. And we don't have much time, since it's already dawn.'

'Not exactly,' Anakin denies. 'We know they are working together. And what deal did they make. Plus, I also got this!'

He shows you something and you quickly realize it's a key. Your eyes widen, when you understand what it is for. Obi-Wan stares at his padawan, astonished.

'This is why you suddenly disappeared?' he asks, a bit angry. 'They could have killed us!'

'I made a promise,' Skywalker says, giving his master a stern look, and turns your way. 'Here, let me.'

'You don't even know if it's this key,' Kenobi points out.

'Like they would bother to make various keys for each slave,' Anakin says bitterly and smiles at you. 'Don't be afraid.'

Hesitantly, you give him your hands. He swipes the key over each cuff. There's a beep, the restrains light up in green light and they fall from your hands. You massage your sore wrists, stunned.

'And now…' Skywalker says quietly, taking a step forward. Your heart skips a beat at this close proximity. Anakin swipes the key over the collar… and after a tense moment, it does the same as the cuffs. You exhale, relieved.

'Here, for your throat,' Obi-Wan says, offering you a cup of water he's found somewhere in this mess. You nod at him and drink it.

'Thank… cough, cough… you,' you say, your voice a bit hoarse from being unused for such long time, and smile. 'Thank you.'

'You're very welcome,' Kenobi says, putting the cup away. 'It's really good to finally hear your voice.'

'It's even better to be able to use it again,' you laugh and turn to grinning Skywalker. 'Thank you. Truly.'

'You're welcome,' Anakin says. 'Do you mind telling us your name?'

'[Y/N],' you introduce yourself. Before they can ask any more questions, a door suddenly opens and a woman with her ginger hair made in an updo walks in. She stops, startled, seeing you all.

'Oh,' she gasps quietly. Her eyes, one green and one brown, go wide when they land on you.

'Your Highness!' she exclaims, quickly curtsying. 'I didn't… I mean… Uh… Good morning.'

'Good morning, Katharina,' you chuckle. 'And don't apologize. It is I who should, for showing up in her unannounced.'

'I told you that you can do that any time, Your Highness,' the seamstress says, embarrassed. 'Um… are you in need of new clothes?'

'You know, I wouldn't mind getting out of those,' you answer, eyeing your "clothes". 'But something modest.'

'Understood,' Katharina says, nodding. 'Um, should I call for guards as well?'

'Oh, no, that would ruin the surprise,' you answer, smiling mischievously. The seamstress blinks but nods and hurries away. You turn to stunned Jedi. You raise your eyebrows.

'You never asked,' you say. 'And you probably wouldn't believe me anyway.'

'That's… very likely,' Obi-Wan admits and huffs with disbelief. 'Well, that… that's actually a good thing.'

'I assume my parents asked you to find me?' you ask. The Jedi nod.

'They feared Untons want to use you as a leverage,' Anakin explains. 'They're working with the slavers.'

'Of course, they do,' you scoff. 'What else did you find out?'

'Soon they're going to negotiate again with your parents,' Kenobi answers. 'They plan to reveal they have you then. Except… they don't.'

'The slavers must have kept it in secret that you ran away,' Skywalker adds, perking up. 'That actually explains why they were looking for you so frantically. But do the Untons still believe they have you?'

'It's possible, since we interrupted them just when they were about to see how you are,' Obi-Wan guesses, looking at you. 'I don't think they had time to check on you, since they were busy trying to locate us.'

'So… we can use that to our advantage,' you say slowly, already planning, and smirk. 'After all… who doesn't love a good element of surprise?'

*

The negotiations have resumed. They're not going well. The King refuses to back down, but so do the Untons. Andrrei wonders where the Jedi are. Even if they haven't had found his daughter, he would be grateful for their presence here.

'I think, Your Majesty, that you'd be wise to reconsider your stand,' the Untons' Chancellor says and smiles evilly. 'I don't think you'd like if-'

At that moment the doors to the Throne Room open with a bang. Everyone stares at it, shocked. Because the person marching through them is you, with both Jedi on both your sides.

You've washed, changed clothes, brushed your hair and put on make-up. You're wearing a modest but at the same time elegant dress, your family's jewel proudly decorating your top. The crown on your hair shines when light falls on the crystal in the shape of star. You look very much like a princess and both Jedi had to take a double take when they saw you after you emerged from your chambers.

'Apologies for being late,' you say loudly, heading toward the thrones. 'I had a little… adventure… earlier, and I couldn't possibly show myself the way I was after it was over. I hope you won't find me terribly rude because of it.

'No, not at all…' the Chancellor mumbles, staring at you in shock.

'As you can see, gentlemen, we have two Jedi with us today,' you say, turning to indicate your companions, who bow slightly. 'Since we can't come to an understanding, we believed it would be better if we had a third party with us. And who's better suited for the job than Jedi, the keepers of peace?'

The Untons voice their agreement weakly. You have to fight your smirk, as you climb on the stairs and take your place, leaving the Jedi between both sides of the conflict. You put your arms on armrests and cross your legs. You look at your "guests" challengingly, wanting them to break. But they keep their cool and the negotiations resume.

Your arrival seems to shake the Untons a lot. They can't find good arguments and your father has no problem in showing your new friends that they ask for too much. Obi-Wan, with Anakin's help, manages to convince them to back out their claims. Soon, somehow you manage to secure the deal that is in no means harmful to you. Untons leave the palace, very dissatisfied.

The moment the doors close behind them, your family, discarding the etiquette, jumps on their feet and rushes to pull you in a hug. Your mother's tears fall on your shoulder. Your little sister clings to your skirt. And your father holds you tightly with shaking hands.

'Thank you,' he says, his voice cracking, turning to the Jedi. 'Thank you so much. Not only for helping us with the negotiations, but for bringing me my daughter back.'

'We're very grateful,' Lyra says, refusing to let you go. Anakin and Obi-Wan bow.

'We just brought her home, Your Majesties,' Kenobi clarifies and gives you an amused look. 'The princess managed to break free on her own.'

Your mother and sister look at you with surprise. You give them a smug smile.

'That's my daughter and heir,' the King says proudly, but his expression turns solemn. 'Who did this?'

'My padawan was right,' Obi-Wan answers. 'Untons and the slavers were working together.'

'And I guess there is no proof of it?' Astrariel asks.

'Nothing except our word,' Anakin confirms grimly.

'Oh, the slavers won't be much of a problem soon,' you assure them with determination.

'Well, I'd be afraid if I were in their shoes,' your father says after a minute. 'How can we repay you?'

'There is no need,' Skywalker dismisses him. 'We were glad to help.'

'I see,' Andrrei says, while Kenobi looks at his padawan with pride. 'But if you ever need anything, anything at all, we'll be more than happy to help.'

'Thank you, Your Majesty,' Obi-Wan says, bowing together with Anakin. 'And if you ever need our help again, don't hesitate to ask.'

Soon, the Jedi and R2-D2 are ready to leave. Your family is at the docks, bidding them farewell. Kenobi gets into a discussion with the King, Queen and the younger princess. You take the opportunity and walk to Skywalker, who gazes thoughtfully at your city.

'Beautiful, isn't it?' you ask. He glances at you.

'A true paradise,' he confirms.

'But only for us,' you say. 'I hope one day all planets will have paradises of their own.'

'Sounds like a beautiful dream, Your Highness,' Anakin says. You stare at him. Ever since he's found out who you are, he's distanced himself from you. You understand that. But it still hurts a little.

'[Y/N],' you say, surprising him and causing him to look at you. 'I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you. I don't want you to be so formal with me. Please.'

'If, uh, you're sure about it,' the Jedi says sheepishly. You smile.

'I am,' you confirm and take his hand. 'Thank you. For helping me and… sharing your story with me, when I was scared and felt alone.'

'It was my pleasure,' Skywalker says and looks at your family. 'I'm glad I could get you back to the people who love you.'

'What was her name?' you ask. He looks at you, surprised and confused.

'Your mother,' you explain. His face falls. He looks down.

'Shmi,' he answers quietly. You squeeze his hand.

'I'll pray for her every day,' you promise. 'And for you to see her again one day.'

'Thank you,' he says, touched, and looks into your eyes. 'May the Force be with you. I hope-'

'Yes?' you inquire when he trails off. He blushes and looks away.

'I hope it will allow us to meet again,' he finally says, taking the courage to look into your eyes.

'Any friend of mine is always welcomed on Luth,' you assure him. He looks at you with surprise. But then, he grins. You respond in kind.

'I hope next time, then, you will tell me your story,' he says, slightly teasingly.

'You can count on it,' you chuckle and squeeze his hand again. 'May the Force be with you. I can't wait to see what an incredible Jedi Knight you'll become, Anakin.'

'Thank you, [Y/N],' Skywalker says and to your surprise, brings your hand to his lips to kiss it. 'I'm sure you're going to be the best queen this planet has ever seen.'

'But hopefully not soon,' you say. He laughs.

'No, I wish your father a long and happy live,' he assures you and you smile. Just then others join you.

'Is everything ready?' Obi-Wan asks his padawan. His friend nods.

'Yes, master,' he confirms and bows to the royal family. 'It was an honor meeting you.'

'The honor was ours, Padawan Skywalker,' your father says. One by one, your family hug very stunned Anakin. You have to hold back a laugh. You turn to Kenobi. He bows to you.

'Farewell, princess,' he says. 'May the Force be with you.'

'And with you,' you say, curtsying. 'And, please, call me [Y/N]. You saved me. I'd like us to be friends.'

Obi-Wan just smiles and nods at you. He looks at his padawan and they both board their ship. R2-D2 bumps you softly, beeping.

'Goodbye, R2-D2,' you say, patting his head. He beeps again and hurries after his Jedi. A moment later the ship starts and rises. You watch it fly away until it's no longer visible. You smile slightly, knowing deep down in your heart, that you will meet Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi and R2-D2 again.

Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60214684/chapters/153656191

[hereticpriest]

Mercy Chapter 4: Anakin

Rating: Explicit 18+

MDNI

Relationship: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

To begin with, some warnings about this story: A/B/O Dynamics, Female Alpha, Male Omega, Some chapters may involve messing with the whole 'alphas are always dom and omegas are always sub' because I think nuance exists even in A/B/O dynamics, Fucking with the timeline (this is a blend of Canon, Legends, and original lore), Minimal use of Y/N (Explained in the first chapter), Reader is an alien species of my own creation and thus has a physical description, Familial bonds explored heavily, Clone rights explored heavily, Violence is more graphic than canon-typical however any graphic descriptions will be noted, AFAB reader, Not beta-read so I apologize for any mistakes.

Chapter warnings: Lots of fluff, discussion of Anakin's mistreatment as a slave, canon-typical violence, mild medical descriptions (I tried to keep it very vague to avoid making anyone uncomfortable), Qui-Gon's actions and their affect on Obi-Wan are discussed, canon divergence goes real hard here. If you think I've missed anything, please do feel free to let me know!

Read on AO3

Masterlist - Part One - Part Two - Part Three

Chapter 4: Anakin

The Halls of Healing begin with an open, peaceful reception area. Large windows provide natural light, filtered in the evening to avoid distractions. Triage lays beyond the reception area, leading into countless private rooms. There is a room with several bacta tanks and a bacta bath, along with tables for massage to relieve the pain of old injuries. Operatories lay towards the back of the Halls, loaded with medical droids to assist the healers. The Halls were mostly led by Healers who hadn’t made it through their own Jedi training, either by choice or because their skillset lay outside of that of the Jedi, however there were several Jedi Knights and Masters who worked in the Halls either part-time or full-time.

The Halls have been home to you for many years, and you enjoy the peace, interspersed with bouts of excitement. Your commlink beeps sharply, and you answer it with a serene smile on your face. You got to spend your morning doing the younglings first healer visits, and your heart was full from their youthful energy. You were knighted the year prior, passing your trials with little difficulty, and you were excited to take on a Padawan of your own, though you knew you wouldn’t be ready for several years. Nothing could possibly bother you today.

“Mercy, I have a young boy who needs to have a physical.” Obi-Wan’s soft voice chimes over your commlink, and you perk up.

“You always bring me the best gifts, Kenobi. I’m in the Halls. Room 23.” You click off your commlink, attaching it back onto your belt, then head into the pharmacy you’d only just left. Luckily, you hadn’t put away the small basket of vaccinations. As you head back to your room, you open a new chart on your datapad and set it down on the counter. You refresh the bed, pulling the downy-soft blanket you used to comfort younglings from the sterilizer and folding it across the bed. It doesn’t take long before Obi-Wan opens the door to your room, gesturing for a young boy with sandy-blonde hair to go in ahead of him.

“Anakin, this is Mercy. She’s a Jedi Knight, and a Healer.” Obi-Wan introduces you, “Mercy, this is Anakin Skywalker. Master Qui-Gon picked him up on Tatooine.”

You smile kindly, taking in Anakin’s obvious interest in the lightsaber at your hip, and the tail swaying calmly behind you. You pat the top of the bed, “Would you mind hopping up here?”

Anakin does as he’s asked, and Obi-Wan stands in the corner of the room, out of the way to allow you room to work. You go through the basics with Anakin, filling out his chart as best as he can recall. The boy allows you to take a blood draw, eased by the gentle flow of the Force to make it painless, and you find him severely lacking in several nutrients, and even more vaccinations. When you explain in child-friendly terms that he needs a couple of vaccines to keep him safe, he doesn’t protest, though he asks you half a million questions throughout the process. How do you make it painless? How do you heal with the Force? Can all Jedi heal? What does it feel like when you heal someone?

It’s as you’re doing a physical examination to determine the depth of his malnutrition that you feel a hard piece of metal under the boy’s skin, near the back of his neck. You freeze, and Anakin makes eye contact with you briefly, nervous about your reaction. You take a soft breath, crouching in front of Anakin with your hands on his knobby knees.

“Would you like me to take it out?” You ask, and Anakin’s clear blue eyes widen with wonder at the idea.

“Can you do that?” He asks, glancing back at Obi-Wan for confirmation. You nod, and he grasps your arm with his little hand, nodding eagerly, “Please.”

It’s not a particularly difficult procedure, and it's easy enough to heal the wound as quickly as you create it. The slave chip is subsequently destroyed, and you look at Obi-Wan seriously over the boy’s head as you wipe away the tiny drops of blood left over after healing. Your friend looks older, wiser and more serious than he had the last time you saw him. It’s been months. Every time you return home from a mission, he and Qui-Gon have either just headed out on their own, or are leaving shortly after. It didn’t surprise you - Qui-Gon was a sought after Consular, and you were quickly becoming one as well, making your own mark upon the galaxy.

“He needs to see someone. Talk about his feelings.” You say as you pull Obi-Wan to the side while Anakin occupies himself with your datapad.

“Qui-Gon will-”

“Qui-Gon won’t. Neither will the Council. They mean well, but even Qui-Gon in all his rule-breaking wisdom doesn’t deal with his emotions properly. This boy has not been raised among the Jedi - he doesn’t know anything but the world he was raised in. You should’ve told me he was a slave, Obi-Wan. He needs extra care. Stars, I can’t believe - has Qui-Gon told him that he thinks he’s the chosen one? The weight of that on his little shoulders…” You dig your palms into your eye sockets, then take a deep, calming breath.

“He hasn’t yet, though Qui-Gon told him he was going to be a Jedi, against my cautioning. The Council will never allow it.” Obi-Wan explains, his gaze drifting over to where the boy was unscrewing the back cover of your datapad. You notice, but allow it. You’ve got more than one, and Anakin needs the distraction.

“His training is not my concern, Obi, I care only for his well-being. He’s only nine. He shouldn’t be raised with the fate of the galaxy on his shoulders, whether he’s the chosen one or not. He’s just a boy who misses his mother.” You sigh, leaning your shoulder briefly against Obi-Wan’s, then part from him to approach the youngling.

“You’ll be leaving soon, Anakin. Would you mind putting that back together for me, sprout?” You ask gently, and he gives you a smile bright as the sun. You’d felt his flicker of nervousness that you would reprimand him, and his instant relaxation when he realized you weren’t upset. He begins to put the datapad back together, and you smooth his hair back out of his eyes as you pass him to get a couple of nutrient-rich meal bars and shakes from your cupboard. You hand them over to Obi-Wan, who hesitates as he takes them.

“He needs to have either a bar or a shake with every meal. Three meals a day minimum, with at least two healthy snacks. He needs to put some weight on. Tell Qui-Gon that if Anakin hasn’t gained 6 kilograms by his next physical, I will hold him personally accountable.” You insist, hands sternly on your hips. Obi-Wan smiles fondly at you, and you flick your ears with irritation, cheeks hot. You’re torn from your embarrassment by thin arms wrapping around your waist, and your tail curls automatically around Anakin as he hugs you, holding him protectively to ensure he doesn’t fall. You smooth his hair back again, then poke the tip of his nose.

“Be good. Listen to Obi-Wan more than Qui-Gon - he’s the sensible one of the two of them. Unless he’s being boring, in which case you can certainly listen to Qui-Gon instead.” You tease playfully, “I’ll see you soon for a follow-up, sprout.”

Anakin hides a smile at the nickname, moving to Obi-Wan’s side and holding onto the edge of his robes as they leave the Halls of Healing together. You watch them until they’re gone from your sight, then sigh, closing your eyes to lean into the embrace of the Force.

“Take care of them for me.” You whisper into the ether, unaware of the interesting future before you.

~

“He set me aside.”

His hair is too short to run your fingers through properly, but you do your best, gently massaging his scalp. You’re curled up on the settee in the living room of your chambers, Obi-Wan’s head in your lap, his fist clenched in the fabric of your robes. His emotions are warring, but here in the safety of your room, he can allow himself to feel and process them without judgement.

“He said I was ready for the trials. I-I felt ready until he said it. He does not put me forward for the trials because I am ready, but rather, so he can train the boy. The chosen one.”

It’s said bitterly, and halfheartedly. Obi-Wan has slowly been cooling off in your embrace, the gentle weight of your tail curled around his stomach helping to soothe him. Your left hand rests in his hair, your right clasped with his, wrist-to-wrist. You haven’t held him this close since you were children, and it eases an ache in your heart you didn’t even know you had.

“You are ready for the trials, Obi-Wan, however it should have been a decision you made with Qui-Gon, not a decision made without your input. Qui-Gon made a mistake, as all Masters do. I’m sure he will apologize when he realizes the error of his ways.” You murmur, tracing your finger along the shell of his ear. He sighs, rolling over to face you and burying his face in your stomach.

“We leave for Naboo tonight. The Queen means to reclaim her homeworld, and we’ve been instructed to go with her to protect her.” Obi-Wan mumbles into your tummy. You hum, tracing your fingers over his Padawan braid and watching him shiver at the attention. It was surprisingly intimate to touch someone’s Padawan braid, and you expected him to reprimand you, but he only leaned into your touch.

“Would it make you feel better to know that I’ll be joining you to Naboo?” You ask, and you feel Obi-Wan stiffen in your lap, his Force signature bright as a star.

“Truly?” He asks as he sits up, and you laugh softly, nodding.

“I asked my old Master, and he convinced Master Yoda and Master Windu that I would be an asset for my healing ability if nothing else. What would you do if the Queen were injured, after all?” You grin conspiratorially, and Obi-Wan gives a happy sigh, pressing his forehead to yours.

“It’s almost time. I should get ready to go.” Obi-Wan says with a hint of whine to his voice, drawing another chuckle from you.

“Go on, dear. I’ll see you soon.”

You feel him melt against you at the term of endearment, and vow to use it more often if that’s the effect it's going to have.

~

Naboo is a beautiful planet. Green and lush and full of life. You feel full of the Force here, even as the impressive - but in your opinion, far too young - Queen Amidala leads you through the streets of her capital city. Droids and despair line the streets like a plague. You’re furious to find Qui-Gon appears to intend to just bring Anakin along and hope he doesn’t get shot, though you know the Jedi Master would protect the boy with his life. You’re being overly critical, defensive in the wake of Obi-Wan’s pain.

Together, you make swift work of the droids in the hangar, and the pilots fly off in their fighters. You hesitate to leave Anakin alone in the fighter, but you tell him to close the cockpit and crouch down if anyone comes in, the Force whispering at your back to have faith. The doors to the rest of the palace open, and before you stands Darth Maul, the Sith Obi-Wan had encountered with Qui-Gon on Tatooine. He’s a red-skinned Zabrak with black markings, and you wonder briefly if the Sith specifically sought him out because he looked evil, and if he would have even had the propensity for evil if he hadn’t been born looking the way he did. Was it nature or nurture that made Maul who he was?

You launch yourself forwards, the Makashi opening coming so naturally to you you barely even realize you have reverted to your old form. Your blade catches Maul’s as it is about to slice Obi-Wan’s thigh, and you growl at the Sith, baring your sharp canines at him in a threat display you hadn’t used since Daiyu. He clashes with Qui-Gon, then back to you, and your riposte makes him swirl away from you to gain distance. Obi-Wan fills that gap, and you continue to drive him back together as a triad. Between two Ataru wielders, your Makashi form finds purchase, until you hear a clanky rolling sound.

“Droidekas.” You curse, force pushing Maul back, then spinning on your heels to face the new threat and protect your allies, “both of you, stay in one piece while I take care of them.”

Separated, you do your best to keep their force signatures in mind as you face off against the countless droidekas that have rolled into the room on various platforms. You feel Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon’s struggle through the force, only feet away from you, but you are useless to help them at the moment. You have the advantage over the droidekas in such a tight space, but they have numbers, and two on higher floors harrang you from above, keeping you on the defensive.

Ray shields.

Your spine stiffens, and your ears twitch as you feel the pull of the Force against you, and swing your head to see Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and Darth Maul approaching a long corridor. Obi-Wan is further back, and he gets caught in between the last ray shields while Maul stands in the wider chamber beyond the corridor, and Qui-Gon kneels patiently one shield behind him. You force push a droideka off the platform it’s on when it nearly gets you in the hip, batting away blaster fire as you watch your companions desperately.

Something hangs in the balance here. You have an awful feeling deep in your gut, and you can’t look away. The ray shields open one by one, and Qui-Gon meets Maul’s sabre with ease. Obi-Wan runs, and you see it happening - the ray shields are closing, and Obi-Wan will be cut off. As skilled as Qui-Gon is, no one has faced a Sith in a thousand years, and Ataru is not necessarily the best form for lightsaber to lightsaber combat. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will not be able to do it by himself. Qui-Gon will face the Sith alone, and he will die.

No, he won’t.

You reach out, grasping at the shield generator on one side of the corridor as Obi-Wan races towards the circular chamber at the end. A roar rips its way from your throat as a blaster bolt tears its way through your side, but you focus on your goal single-mindedly, and you rip the shield generator open long enough for Obi-Wan to get through. You clutch your side with your left hand, swirling your lightsaber around your hand, then leap across to the nearest platform. Close-combat is not the speciality of a droideka, and you rip your way through them now, fueled by the sound of blood rushing in your ears, and a rightness in the Force with what you’ve done.

“No!” You hear Obi-Wan shout, but you don’t have time to turn and look. No one is dead, and that’s enough. You can work with ‘not dead’. You were about to begin to heal yourself as you tear the last droideka apart, but instead choose to save your strength. You’ll need it for whatever injury Qui-Gon has sustained, and it wouldn’t be the first or the last time you fought injured in order to heal someone else.

In a rush, the blackness seeping through the Force rushes away, and you jump back down to the platform leading into the ray shield corridor. You catch yourself when you stumble, clutching your side a little tighter as you approach your fellow Jedi.

“Very impressive, my young Padawan.” Qui-Gon praises shakily, and you smile at the relief on Obi-Wan’s face as he clutches his Master in his lap. There’s a slice into Qui-Gon’s hip, and you frown as you approach, clipping your lightsaber to your hip.

“I told you to stay in one piece, Qui-Gon Jinn.” You scold the older man, and he smiles weakly, brushing his fingers across Obi-Wan’s cheek.

“Technically, I am in one piece.” He replies, and you roll your eyes, crouching beside them.

“Barely.” Your retort is soft, and you place your hand against his hip, closing your eyes. The Force comes to you as readily as it always does when you wish to heal, and you knit flesh and Force together, encouraging Qui-Gon’s cells to repair the damage. The stiffness in his frame eases, and he relaxes into Obi-Wan’s arms, breathing out a sigh of relief. It will take time to fully heal, but you’ve eased his pain and begun the process. You slip a bacta patch from your med pouch and apply it carefully, then grab another for yourself, pulling your cloak out of the way to expose the ragged tear in both your robes and your torso.

“Mercy-” Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon begin to scold you in unison, but you cut them both off with a look as you apply the bacta patch to your skin.

“A thank you will suffice.” You retort, getting to your feet and holding out your hand to Qui-Gon, “Together, Obi-Wan. We should find our way to the Queen.”

You’re met with a glare, but he helps you lift his Master, and the three of you begin to make your way back through the halls of the palace. The sound of cheers reaches your ears, and you puff out a sigh of relief, silently thanking the Force for guiding you to this moment. In the hangar, you find Anakin clambering out of a fighter with carbon scoring and hints of blaster fire.

“Stars above, I’ve been saddled with keeping three menaces alive.” You grouse, and both Master and Padawan sheepishly laugh beside you, “Sprout! Are you alright?”

Anakin beams when he sees you all, though his face falls in concern when he notices you holding Qui-Gon up. He races to you, clearly failing to see you were also injured as he slams bodily into you, arms locking around your waist and face buried in your stomach. You bite back the wince, allowing Obi-Wan to take more of Qui-Gon’s weight so that you can put your arms around the boy.

“Are you okay Master Qui-Gon?” he asks, and the older Jedi reaches out a hand to ruffle the boy’s hair fondly.

“I will be fine, Ani. Tell us all about your adventure while we find the Queen.” he instructs, and you walk together as the boy begins to weave a wild tale of starfights and flying inside of an exploding battleship. You think you have at least one heart attack by the time the story is done, and Obi-Wan doesn’t look much better.

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

The Subtleties of the Force - Part two

You are from this world, but at a convetion you stumble into the world between worlds, eventually falling into the Star Wars galaxy. Slow burn Anakinxreader content due to reader trying to keep the timeline straight.This is a long one, as I had put all chapters below so strap in. Begins at the start of AOTCFem reader, I hope you enjoy. Part one here

To read chapterly updatesclick here

It had been three years since you had been stabbed by Count Dooku and in those years you had watched the galaxy change. Though you had managed to recall at least some of the major events, helping to bring down several separatists along the way. Upon the council’s wishes Obi-Wan had taken you on as a student, though you refused the title Padawan or joining the Jedi order they had agreed it was in your best interest to learn how to wield the power you had. You had also convinced the council that some of their rules had become all but obsolete. Explaining to them that love was not a thing that should be shunned, but utilised. 

Ki-Adi Mundi had to agree with you, his marriages had proven not only fruitful to his species but to his own mental health. It helped that almost all of the children exhibited force sensitivity. To this the council agreed and love was now part of the code. Giving Anakin the chance to live with his wife in the open.

Your relationship with Anakin had dwindled, attempting to keep your own heart protected you had kept yourself away from him, only interacting if your missions involved each other. Every time you saw him, he would try to speak to you, catch you alone in some way but each time you would silently turn away from him. It stung his pride of course it did, but it was necessary. 

You had kept him away from the Chancellor at least. Having him promise that any thoughts or fears he might have he would go to Yoda with. How could he refuse you? 

Turning around from your place at the dining table you see Shaak Ti walking toward you. 

“Your information is invaluable y/n. We have managed to finally remove the inhibitor chips from every clone and stopped the production of them. The council owes you a great debt.” 

You smiled and thanked the Master Jedi for her words.  There is a commotion behind her and you both move to look at what was happening. Anakin and Ahsoka stood with a crowd around them, each Jedi cheering them for their great feats. You rolled your eyes. 

“Excuse me, Shakk Ti, I am needed elsewhere.” You excuse yourself and head for the door on the opposite side of the room, heading out to the hallway. Your whole body wants to run to your friend and wrap your arms around him, you had missed the opportunity to get to know Ahsoka in order to stay away from him. Though you had ensured she would not get the blame for the explosion when it happened. Your mind was so focused on your memories that you walked straight into Mace Windu and Obi-Wan. 

“Ah, excellent, we were just looking for you. Will you come with us?” You nod to the two older men and follow them along the hall. 

“What happens if we send them?” Mace asks. You aren’t sure if you should say, your eyes glance up at Obi-Wan who nods. 

“We have intelligence that the Chancellor has been taken hostage by Count Dooku and General Grievous on a starship.” you halt at Windu’s words.

“No. Do not do it. Don’t send anyone, especially not Anakin. This is it, this is where it begins.” your words are quiet but it makes both men turn to look at you. 

"I don't think we need to. It is time, I think, for me to tell you all what is happening. Could you call the council?" You ask them. Obi-Wan nods, placing his hand on your shoulder. 

“In the story you send Obi-Wan and Anakin with a squadron. They take the ship, there are some casualties. Obi-Wan is knocked unconscious and Anakin…Dooku’s death is the beginning of the end for him. It could be different now, the Chancellor does not hold the same power over him as he did before. I just don’t think we should risk. Please send someone else.” you all but beg them at the end.

“You and I then, my young one.” Obi smiles at you. The confidence he has in you is possibly misplaced. 

"Alright dear one. I will call for you when we are ready." You nod to your Master and quietly watch them walk away. 

"You've been avoiding me again." Anakin's voice appears in your ear and you turn to see his face close to yours. 

"No, I have been busy. There is a war on, if you haven't forgotten." There is an attempt to be funny and deflect his accusation. 

"Please don't push me away. I've done everything you asked of me. All these years." It's the same plea each time he catches you. 

"Master Skywalker, I heard of your promotion, I should have congratulated you earlier." You try to change the subject. 

"Thank you. Can I, can I see you? Properly see you. I have so much to tell you." 

"You should see your wife, she will.no doubt have some news for you." 

He scoffed at your words. 

"She has hardly spoken to me in the last year. Too busy with her many male visitors to worry about me." 

"What do you mean?" You ask, dropping your disinterest. 

"She has affairs, I don't blame her. I am not a husband that she can rely on. I tried, I really tried it, for you I tried but I couldn't do it, so I've taken every mission I could to stay away from her because…because I dream about you. I know you've grown close with Obi-Wan and I understand if you…if you love him." 

Your hand resting on his forearm stops his words. 

"Anakin, I'm so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing. You were supposed to have children with her-" 

"Well I haven't and it is has been nothing but torture. Every single day I question why you made me do this and you never give me answers as to why." 

You take a step back from him. 

"Anakin, you don't understand-" 

"I do! It's me isn't it? The Great evil you are here to stop. I know it, from that day after Geonosis, the way you looked at me." He didn't approach you, but took his own step backward and slumped against the wall. 

"I'm sorry, Anakin." In truth your heart was breaking. You had wanted to tell him everything you had seen and known but he had gone before you had a chance. 

"I should've told you a long time ago. In the stories you fall to the darkside, seduced by the dreams you have of Padme's death. The ch, Darth Sidious uses your insecurities to warp your mind." 

"The chancellor? That's why you didn't want me to see him? I've had no dreams of Padme's death." Anakin admitted. 

"Maybe-"

"Only yours." His words cut through you. 

"Mine? What do you see?" You ask. 

Anakin takes in a long deep breath, his hand finding yours when he finally stands back to his full height. 

"I see you, standing in front of a hooded man, then you are on the floor, bloody and crying. I can't get to you in time and before you. It's like when you first came here and you kept phasing out, but you don't come back." A single tear drops down his face. 

You have no response that sounds remotely right so you simply stand there, holding his hand. 

"I wish we could go back to then, when you first came here." Anakin spoke softly. 

"So do I." You whisper back to him. 

"Y/n?" Obi-Wan's voice called out to you through your mind. 

"The council is ready for us, come on." You say to Anakin turning on your heel and all but marching through the halls. Over the years you had prided yourself on learning the layout of the temple, at least enough to always get you to your dormitory and the council chambers. The large doors still held as much fear as they did that first day. Your chest beat in your ears as you approached. Obi-Wan stepped out to you, taking your hands. 

"You'll be okay, dear one. Just remember to breathe through it." Your eyes are held by his and the two of you appear to communicate through your minds. When you feel your thoughts clear enough to be coherent you nod to him and make your way inside.

"I have brought Master Skywalker with me, as he has a right to know all of this as well." You begin, "I'll jump straight to the chase. The eminent threat is the Chancellor. He is not who he has been pretending to be, rather he is the Sith Lord Darth Sidious. Apprentice to Darth Plagueis. He was planning order 66, which luckily should now be basically undoable with the inhibitor chips removed from the clones. Unfortunately he still has the droid army and the separatists on his side, not to mention the backing of almost the whole senate. There is evidence that we can get, including plans for a super ship that can destroy worlds called the death star." You stop thinking about what else you needed to say…"um there is a lightsaber in a statue in his office. He is strong though, and has force lightning." Your chest was starting to get right. "I don't…I can't, things are starting to get foggy. It's been a long time since I, um. He was going to turn Anakin, use the distrust you each had for him and his for you, cultivate it, but we changed that. Darth, Darth Maul is still alive, I don't-" you hold your hand to head. Somewhere behind you Anakin's voice echoes into your ears. Your body flickers. Visions of another world flash in front of you. No, not another world, your world, your real home. Where are you though? Not your apartment. A street, not a real street, a film set. 

"Y/n?" Anakin places his hand on your shoulder and you're back in the council chambers. 

"Anakin, I can't, I need…Obi-Wan." Your friend rises from his seat taking hold of your shoulders as you fall backward into him. 

"What is happening, Master Kenobi?" Kit Fisto asked. 

"I don't know." Obi-Wan answered, holding onto you. 

Pain severed through your mind, making you grasp at your head. The Emperor's face lit up in front of you as he laughed. Count Dooku dead before him with Anakin standing beside him. 

"He's in my head." You call out. One hand clutching to Obi-Wan as the other reaches out for Anakin. "Anakin, please. Stay away from the chancellor, don't go to him, don't let him-" you scream again and you feel memories being plucked from your mind. "Obi-Wan keep him safe, no matter what happens. You have to promise me, both of you!" You're crying but the tears are not water. Dark red stains your face. "In my room, my phone, it has more details. I wrote it all down before it died. Anakin, you're brilliant, you can make a way to charge the battery and get the information. Please I think

I'm losing it all." Bile rises up.in your throat and you can hear the cackling laugh of Palpatine inside your head. The Council had all stood, gathering around you as they watched your eyes slowly close. Your body cradled in Obi-Wan's lap. 

"No, y/n don't go. We can't lose you." Obi-Wan openly wept as you slipped away. 

************

Anakin smacked his hands against the wall as frustration overtook him once more. 

"What is taking them so long?" He growled. 

"It cannot be easy to convince an entire galaxy that the person they put in charge to keep them safe is the actual threat they were fearing." Shaak Ti reminded him. 

"They've been in there for five hours." Anakin stated. 

"Skywalker, you need to calm down, or leave." 

He huffed at her before sitting on one of the cold benches. 

Heavy footsteps walked up the hallway into his line of vision. A dishevelled Obi-Wan sat down beside his once Padawan. 

"Anything?' He asked. Shaak Ti shook her head. 

"Y/n?' Anakin asked, hopeful. 

Obi-Wan shook his head. 

"The healers will not allow me in. I have no news on her." 

"They cannot allow her to die." Anakin said to no one in particular. 

A door opens close by, Yoda walking out with his walking stick. 

"Go we must, our way it is not going." He announced. "The time of the Jedi, over it is, for now." All three Jedi stood and followed Yoda out of the senatorial building. 

"Into hiding we must go. To Anch-To we shall go. Gather everyone we must. Y/n you shall bring Kenobi." 

"My wife?" Anakin asks. 

"Sided with the senator she has. Behind she must stay." They all rush to the temple, where after a message was sent by Yoda on the way everyone was already making quick work of emptying the halls. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan ran to the halls of healing, where you had been placed into a Bacta tank in preparation to be moved. The healers acknowledge their arrival and work around them. 

"Masters?" Ahsoka appeared behind them. "I stayed with her like you asked, Master Kenobi." She stated. Anakin rubbed her shoulder. 

"You have done very well, young one. Are you ready to leave?" He asks gently. 

"Yes Master." 

Another woman steps up to them, introducing herself as Hani your personal healer for the trip. 

"Come, we have transport this way." She gestures to a door in the back and the two men push the tank you are in. The hallways have been darkened and it is hard for them to see where they are going. Nervous energy building around them until they arrived at a hanger. Two garrisons of clone troopers with both Rex and Cody were waiting alongside Plo Koon. 

"Come, we have little time before the droids arrive." Plo announced ushering everyone inside. 

"What is happening?" Ahsoka asked as her hands shook. 

"The senate have declared us war criminals and blame us for everything that is happening. We must all disappear for our own safety." Plo explained. 

"What about the safety of the galaxy?" She squeaked. 

"They will have to wait." He replied flatly and ended the conversation. 

Obi-Wan is attaching your bacta tank to the walls in the communal area of the transport ship. Anakin watches him press his hand to the tank. 

"Do you, are the two of you-?" He can't say the words but Obi-Wan understands him. 

"Besides you y/n is the closest thing I have to family. I love her very dearly, but no, Anakin there is nothing between us. Perhaps once we may have come close, a wayward thought of mine. Her feelings have never wavered. She is yours, heart and soul." Obi hoped his words would sooth his friend. Anakin walked up to the tank, looking into your silent face, a mask covering your mouth and nose. 

"I've missed her so much. Isn't it strange she's only been with us for three years?" Anakin said over his shoulder. 

"It feels like a lifetime ago." Obi agreed. 

Anakin stayed looking at you for many hours until Ahsoka finally persuaded him to get some sleep. The healer stood before you, a glint of a smile on her face. 

"Well, looks like you were wrong and you won't save them. You've just brought their fate quicker." Pressing a few buttons on the panel she walked away, leaving you. Your body twitched in pain, writhing and wriggling against the liquid. 

****************

Seventeen hours after the Jedi had left the known galaxy, and arrived at the first Jedi temple. Five days since your tank had been wheeled into the main temple inside the mountain. One hour since it had been broken and your body flung to the ground. 

Shaking and alone you wake. 

Your eyes shoot open as pain takes hold of your body once more. A whimper across the room alerts you to the healer's presence. She lifts herself off the ground, a shard of the tank glass lodged in her arm. 

"They said you were powerful, but this is something else. There is no way you could have broken through that drug" she yanked the glass from her arm as she spoke. 

"Drug?" You cough out, trying to lift your body from the ground. 

"Come now, you think he didn't know what you were? Of course he knew, he is the Emperor." She towers above you and you slump back to the ground, bacta liquid splashed around your limbs. 

"You may be able to survive the drug but can you survive being torn apart?" Her sadistic smile brought an acidic bile to your throat. 

"Obi-Wan, Anakin." You whisper their names as the healer draws her sabre. Using what little strength you have in your arms you try to crawl back, dragging your useless legs behind you. 

Hani used her abilities to lift you into the air, your body rising out the side of the temple and dangling over the cliff side. Below the other Jedi see this and come running. Obi and Anakin at the forefront. 

"You ruined the Emperor's plans. He wanted Skywalker, but he knows a better way to get him. Your death will reset his plans." Hani cackled but it's cut short as Obi-Wan's sabre drives through her body. You begin to fall. Anakin leaps off the temple following you. Your eyes meet and you reach up your arms to him. His body crashes into yours, pulling you tight against him. Air rushed around you, whipping your hair around your faces. You were sure you would feel the hard ground or sting of the cold water any moment but it didn't come. With a slight bounce the two of you stop and hover above the crashing waves. 

Ahsoka and three other younglings concentrate with their hands outstretched in front of them. Using the force to fly you both to the shore. 

"Are you okay? Did she hurt you?" Anakin whispered in your ear. You shake your head, throat too sore to answer. Once back on the ground you cling to Anakin's robes as he carries you into one of the small stone huts. Ahsoka brings water for you to drink. 

"I'm sorry this should never have happened." Anakin repeated. His arms surrounding you holding both his robe and a blanket around your cold body, still wet from the tank. 

Being unable to talk you pressed your hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating. Silently asking for answers. 

"I'll explain everything soon, my love. First let's get you healthy." He says into your hair. 

The warmth of Anakin's body against you lulled you into a peaceful sleep. He is simply glad to finally have you in his arms, to have you against him. You were alive and by the way your hands still held him tightly, you needed him as much as he needed you. 

You awake again sometime later, Anakin's head resting back against the wall. You open your mouth to speak but no voice comes out. Nothing but breath can escape your throat. Opting instead to lightly tap Anakin's face to wake him. 

"What is it? Are you okay?" He asks, sleep still in his voice. 

You press your fingers to your throat and shake your head. Anakin cups your face with one hand. 

"They said this could happen, when you were, when it happened your throat was clamped by the force. We think it was Palpatine, choking you. Your vocal chords have been damaged." You nod in understanding, placing your head into his shoulder once more. Across the hut the door opens revealing Obi-Wan. 

"We need you both in the temple." He crossed the room and crouched before you, running his fingers through your hair, "oh dear one, we should have been paying closer attention." He whispered. You pull away from Anakin and fall into Obi-Wan's arms. "Can you walk?" He asks. Unsure you allow them both to help you to stand. Your legs are weak and wobble below you. Both men hold onto an arm each helping you to walk back to the temple. The council were waiting for you each with a Solomon look on their face. It's explained that they questioned Hani, the healer. She was being controlled by the darkside, using her position to lace the bacta tank with a drug. The substance kept your mind hazy and your attachment to the force weak. Had she succeeded you may never have awoken. Unfortunately the tank malfunctioned, you had been able to wake enough that you'd burst the tank from the inside. 

"We know you are unable to speak but we need any information you have not yet told us." Plo requests. You turn to look at Obi-Wan, confusion pulling your eyebrows down. 

"I know nothing. I have no memory of my life before…before meeting you." You echo your voice into his mind. Obi-Wan reiterates your words to the council. 

"That is unfortunate." Yadel sighs. 

"Locked away perhaps your memories are. Time to heal you may still need." Yoda nodded his head in your direction and the others agreed. It was determined that Obi-Wan and Anakin would work with you to get your body strong again. At which time they would work on your mind. 

As evening drew in you felt a new fear creeping toward you. The native residents showed you to your own hut, there was a bed and not much else. They lit a fire inside but it did little to quell your fears. Perching on the edge of the bed you called out to the two people who could keep you safe. 

"I don't want to be alone." You explain to them once they have both arrived. Each man sets themselves up a cot in the Anakin right beside your own and Obi-Wan close to 5he door. You finally fall asleep to the sound of R2s recording of a Naboo lullaby, your hand held by Anakin. 

****************

Padme stood alone in her apartment, everyone she knew was dead or part of the new empire. Clothed in a simple black tunic and breeches she waited for her fait. 

JarJar, the secret apprentice to Dooku, appeared at the landing platform. 

"Time to go, Mesa Senator." He spoke in a much lower tone than she had ever known before, his glowing yellow. 

"I am sorry you have fallen so far my old friend." She approached him, looking over his shoulder to see commander Typho standing by the star ship. 

"Only sorry you were caught." JarJar quipped back at her. 

"perhaps old friend, but you should have known better than to believe I would ever bow to an Emperor." As she spoke Typho had moved in close behind the Gungan Shooting him with a stun blaster. Jar jar fell to the ground as Typho pulled the Senator to the ship. 

"We do not have much time. We must get to the Jedi." He said to her as they began pulling away from the landing pad. 

"You know where they've gone?" She asked, settling into the copilot seat. 

"We think so. I had a communication from Rex some time ago. Hopefully the intel is still good." 

"Let's go find my husband." Padme said. 

—

Over the last four days you had slowly learnt how to walk unaided, though Obi-Wan or Anakin would be beside you at all times, holding your arm. Cody had also become more concerned about your safety, stationing a guard at your door at all times. 

The day was unusually warm for Anch-To so you had chosen to sit outside, laying a blanket on the grass. Obi-Wan runs a training session with the younglings not too far away. His eyes would glance over to you every few seconds. 

“Anything come back to you yet?” She asked. You shake your head. 

"I'm alright." You spoke to his mind, still unable to speak. He would nod and return to the lessons.

Ahsoka plonked down beside you. 

“All I remember is them, Obi-Wan and Anakin, there is nothing else.” You think at her. It was a feeling, like you had been pulled into a place you didn’t belong whilst finally finding the one place you were meant to be. Your only memories were those with Obi-Wan and Anakin. 

“It must be really disorientating.” Ahsoka sympathised. You nod and sigh, turning your head to watch the younglings train with their short sabres. If you were honest you had enjoyed the last few days. The planet was quiet and with no memories so was your mind. The Jedi appeared to thrive on this planet, training in the most basic of places took away much of their recent distractions. The clone troopers had begun creating a new network of homes. Building structures around the transport ships and cruisers that had brought them all there. You wondered if you could all stay and live in peace and harmony forever, though you knew that wouldn’t happen. The Empire would eventually reach you all. 

“Where is your Master?” 

“He is coming, the council needed to talk to him.” Ahsoka answers you. 

“I am going for a walk. Distract Obi-Wan if he notices.” You say getting up and walking away. The Island was not massive but big enough that you could hide yourself away on the opposite side. A small flock of Pougs wandered along by your feet

“Miss y/n? Sorry, we’ve been told not to let you be alone.” A trooper called Stirrup appeared a few steps behind you. 

“Can you hear me?” you ask through your mind, unsure if the trooper would hear your voice. The commander lifted his hand to his head, 

“Whow. Was that you?” he asks, you smile and nod. 

“Do we know each other well?” you step closer to him. 

“Yeah, I guess so. We’ve been fighting alongside each other for two and a half years. You really don’t remember, do you?” There is a twinge of sadness in his eyes that makes you feel bad. How could you have forgotten someone who clearly means a lot to you? 

“I’m sorry. The Masters say my memory will return eventually.” 

 “Of course it will, it has too. The Emperor will want everything in that little head of yours.” Stirrup stepped closer to you, his hand grabbing onto your arm. “We’ve been waiting but it’s taking too long. Time to take you back to the Emperor” Stirrup’s head twitched as if he was fighting against mechanics in his neck. Trying to yank your arm out of his you feel his grip tighten, pressing into your flesh. 

“What was this?” He asks you. 

“Anakin!” You call out through the force, bringing your foot up to kick the trooper in his stomach. He drops your arm as he lurches back and you take the opportunity to run away. Trees and bushes whipped at your skin as you ran, blaster shots ringing past you. You know you can out run him, pushing against the ground with the force on your side. You're running blind though, not knowing where you are running. You run into something hard and warm. Anakin’s arm wraps around you and he uses the force to hold Stirrup in the air.

“Anaklin, let him down, you cannot succumb to anger.” you think at him. Anakin looks down at you and nods, dropping the clone to the ground as several more come running in and cuff him. 

“Anakin, check the clones for anything that could be used to control them. The Emperor, he is trying to use me to get to you.” 

“Do you think we could have one boring week?” He laughs and you smile up at him. As Stirrup is marched away Anakin takes your hand to lead you back to your hut. 

“Y/n? Before all of this I was trying to tell you how I felt about you.” He crouched in front of you sitting on the bed. “When you arrived here it was like a dream had come true, then you started to change things, not just me but the Jedi, the code. The galaxy is at war but with your help we have saved thousands of people who would've died before. Your coming here was a miracle none of us knew we needed. I did what you asked me to, I tried to be with her, to do what you needed me to do but I don’t think the time has long passed when that fate would have been true and I…I don’t-” You cut him off by placing your fingers to his lips. His eyes finally look up into yours, a gentle smile gracing your lips. You brush the back of your hand across his chin, dipping them into the curls at the back of his head before leaning into him and pressing a kiss to his lips. Anakin melts into your touch, his fingers holding onto your knees. 

“I love you.” He whispers when you pull away from him. You answer him by crashing your lips to his once more, the kiss is deeper, needer like you were breathing life back into him. Your mind swirled with nothing but him and his scent as he moved, bringing your bodies together and wrapping his arms around you. Anakin has wanted this for so long and so his body reacts to it almost instantly. His breath is shallow, and his hands wander your body, memorising your shape, each rise and fall of your flesh. It is all too intoxicating but you need to feel more of him against you and so you push at his robes, dropping the brown leather to the ground, discarding it along with his belt. His skin is hot and hard against your own, now far too clothed chest. It was Anakin’s turn to need more and he pulled back from you, silently asking for permission. You pull your top over your head, dropping it in the pile. Anakin swallowed the lump in his throat, as you took hold of his hand and brought it up to your chest. He runs his fingers over your breasts feeling the heat of your flesh under his palm before softly touching the scar on your stomach. Your fingers trace his own scare. Reminders of a day that broke both your hearts. 

“You’re so beautiful.” He whispers. 

“Only because I’m so in love.” You think. 

“No it’s because I am so in love with you.” 

“So love has blinded you?” The words feel familiar to you in some way, like a dream lost to waking. Anakin laughs, pulling you close to him once more. 

“That's not what I meant.” He kisses you again 

Outside the sun dropped below the horizon calling the night to take over. Stirrup lay on a bed in the medical centre they had created on one of the cruisers. The droid looked up at Obi-Wan. 

“It would appear this clone still had his chip.” it explained. Obi-Wan pressed a hand over his mouth and hummed in response. 

“We will need to check all the clones we have here. Commander Cody, Rex, have all the men report to you both, and keep them in quarters until we have had everyone checked.” 

“Yes sir.” They replied in unison. 

R2 beeped beside him. 

“What is it?” 

“If you don’t mind sir, R2 says there is an incoming transmission from Senator Amidala.” C3-PO translated. 

Part three

. I hope you are enjoying the story so far and thank you for reading. Don't forget to like, comment and interact however you wish!

[stormyelliotwritez]

MUEHHEHEHE I HAVE ONE FOR MR CALAMARI MAN

Can we get a male Valgauthian (“human” species known for berserker tactics and being good pirates/raiders) who’s working (unwillingly) for an unnamed sith’s small fleet

Kit is dispatched to take care of reader’s ship, but upon nearly clearing out the entire thing, he finds the reader who is actually quite thankful his (ruthless) captain is dead and

What is this?

Is that… force sensitivity

GAHHAHA IF YOU’RE OKAY TO GO FURTHER WHAT ABT KIT BEING AN ADULT FORCE-WIELDER’S JEDI TEACHER I THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY

“What rank are you?”

“Padawan.”

“You’re twenty-six-“

OH MY GOD YES

im sorry it took so long for me to get around to it and its not super long but you can ask for a second part if you want!!!

So here ya go!!!!

It was just a normal mission, take out the Sith and their crew and be home before dinner. So why did something feel off? Kit took out the Sith and the crew on the bridge before venturing further into the ship. He hadn’t even needed help because it was just some drydaks who thought they were big tough guys.

He takes out some more in a hallway and laughs while doing so. He ventures deeper into the ship, coming to the sleeping quarters. The uneasy feeling comes back as he turns a corner. There was an open door and light trickling out of the room. He held his lightsaber beside him and stalked towards the door.

There was a humming that he could hear and maybe someone moving around? He didn’t think it was a threat, but it was good to be prepared. He walked closer and slowly pushed the door open. He poked his head around and it was a… Valgauthian? He would have thought it was human but there were the small differences that he noticed though he wasn’t sure if they were male or female or something else. They hadn’t noticed him, so he walked closer and then cleared his throat.

“Hello,” he said.

The Valgauthian jumped and turned to face him.

“Hello?” he said nervously, his voice giving away that he was a male.

“Can I assume you don’t want to be here?” Kit asked as he glanced around his room. It was a small room with not many belongings. There was a few pieces of fabric draped over a chair that resembled clothing and there was a small cabinet with hopefully food in it though the stranger didn’t look like they ate much of it.

“Um, yeah, I guess you could,” the stranger answered as he stared at Kit nervously.

“I’m a Jedi. Kit Fisto is my name and your crew who I’m presuming you were working for unwillingly are all gone now,” Kit said with a smile.

The strangers eyes lit up and he smiled widely. “The captain’s gone? Really?”

Kit nodded. “As dead as a dradore.”

The stranger managed to smile even wider and jumped up and down slightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m y/n by the way!”

Kit tilted his head slightly, watching y/n as his already pure black eyes managed to get blacker like how a cats eyes get bigger when they’re confused. He could sense something else. There was something about this stranger… about him… about y/n.

Y/N had a feel about them. What was it? Was it coz they’re happy to be free? Were they different? Yes, different. What different? Valgauthian? No. Force sensitive? Yes, that’s it.

“Are you force sensitive?” Kit blurted out.

Y/N stared at him curiously before shrugging.

“Yeah, you are. You want to be a Jedi?” Kit said, practically blurting it out again.

Y/N stared at him again for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay.”

Kit nodded and smiled, his green tentacle-tresses bopping up and down as he nodded. They both stood like that for a while, awkwardly and with some tension in the room.

Eventually, they left, and Kit took y/n to the Jedi Temple. On the way, he asked y/n how old he was and found out he was 26 years old. He knew this was going to be awkward trying to get the Council to accept him having an adult as a Padawan but there was something else about this now not stranger. He was kinda cute?

They stood in front of the Council and after some back and forth, they approved it. A few weeks later, they were starting to train. Kit was teaching y/n some basic moves and he had to step away for a moment to talk to some Jedi Knight. Y/N kept trying out the moves until Obi-Wan walked over to him and coughed to get his attention.

“What rank are you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Padawan,” y/n said with a wide smile.

“You’re 26, aren’t you?��� Obi said curiously.

“Yeah,” y/n said as he hopped up and down on the balls of his feet.

Before Obi-Wan could say anything else, Kit walked back over and turned his lightsaber back on. Ob-wan took that as a sign to leave and so he did.

“From the top?” Kit said with a smile.

Y/N nodded and they started again from the top and fell into a rhythm. Kit found himself stealing glances at y/n and so did he. Jedi’s can’t fall in love but they can steal glances.   

[greenreticule]

Thinking about thinking ABOUT how - in Padawan - Obi-Wan's first introduction to Dex was this blasé guy telling Obi to stay out of the miner's business.

But our first introduction to him as readers was him challenging the villain on behalf of his coworkers, crying because he wasn't able to help them.

We get "they didn't sign on to die for you!" as his character defining moment for us, the readers. And then when it's revealed that this is Dex, he's already got his signature cheery mask up to hide how he feels. But we, the readers, we know. Because we already saw his tears.

The first thing we learn about Dexter Jettster in Padawan-

Before we learn even his species or his name-

The first thing that sets him apart from the ensemble he's a part of-

The one thing that makes the villain take note of him-

Is that Dex fucking cares about others.

[kimageddon]

A Prince of Dathomir - Chapter 117

-|- Page header by space-b33 -|- Masterlist -|- Prince of Dathomir Masterlist -|- Sins of the Father Masterlist -|- Art Masterlist -|- Check out my : Ko-fi / AO3 -|- Commissions Open -|- My Patreon -|- My Linktree -|- Join/Leave my tag list -|-

Maul x Nightsister OC (Zaiya Valessa) - Slight Canon Divergence

Word count: Approx 3300

Contains/Warnings: Death, violence, blood, child death.

Chapter Summary: Zaiya and Feral find some Jedi for the hunt.

Notes: So... hi. It's been a hot minute... or 6 months... Well then. This is awkward. As it turns out, my burn out was a bit more severe than anticipated. But here we are! So, what's been happening in my absence? I had a few wonderful comments and check ins from readers asking if I plan to update.... I think this answers that question. As for the rest, uh... I was nearly made homeless, moved house, drew a bunch of stuff, deleted a bunch of social accounts and went ghost for a bit... had a massive breakdown, then put my big girl pants on and decided to try writing again. Next thing I know, I have written like 5+ full chapters. So that was cool. As for APOD and Sins, I don't think I'll be able to keep up with a weekly schedule again, as much as I would love to. But we'll see how we go with it.

Did ya miss me?

Hunt - Part 1

So often when the other Masters and Padawans would go out on assignment with their clone battalions, while Farley Korro was left at the Temple to meditate, only hearing about all the action days after it happened. 

Not today! 

He and Master Avona Teller had been assigned to a small mission, not his first, but among the very few he’d been granted permission to attend alongside Master Teller. He assumed it was because she didn't have enough faith in him yet.

It bothered him sometimes. Yeah, he was still young, but he was a Padawan, not a youngling! Farley was a little frustrated, he wanted to be a good Padawan and an even better Jedi… but he didn’t always see eye-to-eye with his Master. She seemed to see the Force differently to him. Maybe it was because she was Umbaran? As a species, they tended to perceive the worlds in a different way to humans. Maybe that was why Farley sometimes found it more difficult to understand his Master?

“Keep up, young one,” Master Teller’s smooth and calm voice cut through his mind and he realised he’d been lost in thought again. “Keep your mind on what you’re doing, my Padawan.” I have told you this a thousand times. Her tone was gentle but firm. 

“Yes, Master,” Farley replied brightly as he adjusted his pack and hurried his pace to catch up. Another thought occurred to him as he reached her side, “Master…?”

“Yes?” Master Teller asked knowingly. 

“You’re Umbaran.” 

“Astute observation, Farley,” Master Teller replied dryly. 

“I mean,” he continued, “your people, your homeworld, they’re… Separatists.” 

“They are,” she replied with a sage nod. 

“Doesn’t it bother you? They are your people after all.”

“We are Jedi,” she began calmly, it was rare she ever raised her voice, though Farley could tell when she was disappointed in him. “We are more than just Separatist or Republic.” 

“But we serve the Republic,” Farley replied, confused. 

“Yes we do, but that does not mean we are the Republic,” she gestured to the path ahead, “I am Jedi. To be Jedi means the individual and the group are one and the same. We are with the Force and the Force is with us.”

“So without the Republic, the Jedi would still exist?" Farley asked, trying to get his head around it.

"Correct."

"So if the Republic were to disappear and something else -"

“A grim thought, but yes, that is the idea,” Master Teller conceded. Farley frowned. What would that even look like? A Galaxy with no Republic? He couldn’t really picture it. Though, he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to, considering his Master was always telling him to remain in the present. 

“I guess…” While he was contemplating it, his Master interrupted his distracted thoughts again. 

“What is our mission here, Farley?” the Jedi Knight asked serenely. Farley patted the strap of his pack and smiled. 

“Delivering aid to the Troopers and civilians.” He grinned, as he finally felt a part of the action. Sometimes he felt it wasn’t fair. Other Padawans like Barriss Offee and Ahsoka Tano got to go out in the field and have amazing adventures so often. He tried not to feel jealous… but sometimes, he couldn’t help it. 

Today however, he had the important task of bringing a pack full of rare herbs to a local village so that they could make a very special healing salve, one the Jedi thought lost to time. 

A small squad of Troopers were sent ahead to protect the village while he and Master Teller had been sent to collect the special herbs. The village elder was going to assist them in making the medicine and bring it back to the Temple. It wasn’t a lot of excitement, but the chance to work with some Clone Troopers and finally be able to be a Commander! That was something he’d been waiting for. 

He was going to finally be a part of the war; fighting for the Republic and stopping the Separatists! 

The teenager picked up his pace and continued along the path; his head filled with visions of glory and fighting bad guys. Yes he was a Jedi, and they weren’t supposed to have such silly little fantasies, but the Jedi were known as “Heroes of the Republic” and he wanted to be one too. 

Suddenly everything went dark. 

It was like smoke had flooded the forest. Farley couldn’t see a thing. 

“Master!” he cried. He heard the sound of a lightsaber. He could make out Master Teller’s bright green blade through the darkness. 

“Run Farley!” she implored, and though Farley did not want to, he obeyed her. He had to get to the village and deliver the medicine. 

He leapt along the path, his heart demanding that he turn back around, that he help his Master! The village was not far, if he could get help-- Another flash of green -- but it wasn’t Master Teller’s lightsaber. 

An unsettling face stared back at him, inches away and he recoiled with a start. One blue eye, one glowing green and long white braids, dressed in red and black. He knew her from the holos and from the discussions he’d overheard between Master Teller and Master Shaak Ti. 

“S-Siren…!” he gasped. The tall woman pulled back, a single long, curved knife in her hand. it had green flames flickering over the blade. 

“Padawan,” she replied, assessing him with the tilt of her head. Her voice made him shudder, there was something about the way she spoke that made the Force ripple around him. 

“You don’t scare me,” he cried, reaching for his own weapon and tossing the pack aside. “There is no fear.” The Siren's eyes never left him, but she noticed his focus on the pack.

“What is your mission out here, child?” she asked, rather calmly. Was this some trick? Master Kenobi said she was aligned with the Sith!

“Like I’d tell you anything,” he retorted, taking the defensive stance Master Teller had taught him. She let out a sigh, but her eyes tracked him like a predator. He recalled another Jedi noting something about how this Siren was not human, and the way she watched him with absolute stillness confirmed it. She was creepy. When she did move, it was fluid, almost feline, predatory. She made him feel like prey.

She was scary to look at: her scarred face, spiralling yet jagged tattoos and that steady gaze. She looked like some kind of monster from a youngling story book. Just like the kind of witch that might eat children, towering over him with her evil mismatched glare. 

“You are a child,” she hissed with a curled lip. “Why would the Jedi send children into warzones?” Clearly she was unimpressed with what she considered a lack of a challenge. Farley had enough of being toyed with, left behind and underestimated. He let out a cry as he launched himself at the witch. 

“I’ll show you what this child can do.”

----

The colours in the Force changed, right before the attack. Lights sparking in reds and yellows moments before the Jedi Knight was set upon by her unknown attacker and her physical vision went dark. She had called for her Padawan to get clear-- she was not sure of the extent of the danger, and their mission came first. The medical supplies were the most important. Farley had to get them to the village, Avona had to hold off the enemy. She was the Master. She would protect her Padawan.

The man was revealed as he launched through the now clearing smoke, Avona saw that he was Zabrak: though little of him could be seen, only a set of distinctive horns. His face was partially covered from the nose down by a cloth mask. She did not recognise the patterns in his ochre skin, but she recognised the anger in his eyes. The hatred. The colours of light that flared and faded in the Force as he moved with all the grace of a seasoned warrior. 

He struck at her with a curved blade, flaming green, the shade similar to her own lightsaber. It sliced mere inches from her pale face. Her equally pale eyes darted to him as her blade clashed against his. When it met with her saber, she couldn’t cut through it.

His movements were swift and full of rage. The colours flashed around him in lights that only she could see. Her connection to the Force was steeped in the hues of the living world: she perceived it uniquely and unlike most other Jedi. The colours warned her with a spark that allowed her to anticipate her enemy's movements.

The young Zabrak was angry, though she had no idea why, nor did she have time to think. Avona’s training ensured she stayed in the moment. But she was aware that this Zabrak was unfamiliar. 

She fought him back with swift and measured movement. He dove left, she blocked. He swung a kick to her chest, she backflipped. She waited for a break in his guard, after a flurry of strikes, and she hit back. 

He was a brilliant warrior, but unrefined. He was vicious, but untrained in the way of lightsaber combat. It did not mean he was not a strong match for her -- as she quickly realised when she saw the spark too late and was shoved back hard against a huge tree by an unseen blast of pressure. 

He could wield the Force.  Who was this warrior?

"What is it you want?" she bellowed at him. She reached out in the Force, sensing the proximity of her enemy, and her Padawan. The Zabrak before her did not speak, but his pale and almost translucent, colourless eyes glared at her. It gave away his desires.

To kill. 

She sensed her Padawan some distance away, but not nearly far enough! Had neglected to obey her instructions again?

She leapt back from the Zabrak assassin and turned, only to witness a white-haired figure, fending off Farley’s lightsaber attacks. He was in danger.

She moved to rush to his aid, but the assassin stepped into her vision, the wicked blade driving downward. Avona only just blocked it. She required focus. This warrior was no match for her in battle. She was a Jedi Knight, skilled in the art of combat. She needed to put him down quickly, so she could assist her Padawan.

She dug in her heels, and faced him, raising her blade. She charged. It was life or death -- she had to kill him. 

----

A child. 

The boy was a child! Little older than the Togruta Zaiya had met some weeks ago. It wasn’t supposed to be a child! 

Zaiya fended off the attacks from the miniature Jedi with relative ease, though he had been trained very well. Why had Feral insisted on taking on the Knight? Why had the Jedi sent out a child for this?!

There were supposed to be two Jedi but no one mentioned he was a kid! She grit her teeth and kept the younger one at bay while she tried to figure a way out. If she really focused, she could kill him rather easily, but she wasn’t trying to. Surely the Knight was enough. She could help Feral… then they could go! Just leave the human behind, he could finish whatever mission he was on. 

Maul could get mad later, but she was not planning to kill him. She was just going to keep the kid out of the way so Feral could finish his fight. A quick glance told her he was keeping his own for now, but this Jedi was clearly skilled. 

“I’d rather not kill you, kid,” she said, looking down at him. There was something in his eyes that unsettled her. Something that reminded her of someone else. 

A long time ago. 

“I won’t go down without a fight,” he replied confidently and slashed at her knees. She leapt back, circling the boy while keeping her blade high. He was feisty, and strong willed… he also had the classic streak of arrogance she had seen in many Jedi she had met. It might have been too late for him. 

“How about you put the weapon down before you hurt yourself?” she retorted and gave him a shove with the Force, knocking his legs out from under him, though she didn’t chase him, just watched him tumble. 

He leapt to his feet with a competent, yet slightly clumsy back spin, and circled around to protect the backpack he’d tossed away. 

“I won’t let you take the medicine,” he warned, slashing at her side. She twisted away, deflecting the blow. 

“I don’t have any interest in your medicine, boy,” she snorted back at him. 

“Liar. You’re a traitor to the Republic!” he growled, his mouth curling in determination. 

“Can’t be a traitor if I never believed in it in the first place,” she countered, kicking him back again, if she could at least knock his weapon away-- 

“Argh--!” She heard Feral cry out, and Zaiya was distracted, seeing Feral clutching at his arm. The boy charged; only to be met with a wave of the Force, mingled with green smoke as Zaiya leapt to the aid of her brother. 

The pale Jedi swung her blade down to deliver the killing blow -- when Zaiya’s blade blocked its target. 

“Not today, Jedi,” she hissed. The Jedi’s eyes widened, as she too recognised Zaiya. 

“The Siren…” 

Zaiya shoved her back and began to circle, while Feral stumbled to his feet behind her. 

“My reputation precedes me, I see,” the Nightsister responded grimly. 

“Master!” the boy cried, rushing forward to aid the woman. 

“Stay back, Farley,” the woman warned calmly, holding out a hand, but not looking away from Zaiya. “Take the medicine and go.” Her instructions were clear, steady. Zaiya saw no reason to interfere with Farley's orders. By the time he reached the village and alerted the Republic troops they had scouted, the Jedi would be dead. She and Feral would be gone.

The boy hesitated. After a moment turned to grab his pack and run. At least he knew when to listen.

The Jedi - an Umbaran from what Zaiya could tell - regarded the equally pale Dathomirian with narrowed eyes. 

“You are… different than I expected,” the Jedi said slowly. What was that supposed to mean?

“Sorry to disappoint,” Zaiya said sarcastically. 

“There is conflict in you.” Immediately Zaiya’s expression hardened and she curled her lip. How dare this Jedi think she knew more about her than herself! Conflict?!  

“Is there.” She spoke flatly, more a challenge than a question. 

“Where’s the other one?” Feral asked from behind her. 

“A Padawan is no test of skill, the Knight will do,” Zaiya replied sharply, leaving no room for argument. The Jedi gave her an infuriating, knowing look. 

“What is your name, Jedi?” Zaiya demanded, before Avona could speak.

“Why do we need her name? We’re just going to kill her,” Feral snarled. He blamed the Jedi for attacking his brothers, hurting them… for not saving them, or any of the other Nightbrothers. But he also held true to the Nightbrother belief of strength prevailing. For him, he had begun a challenge, and now he must win. 

“An opponent must be respected,” she told him. “We must remember the dead.” The Jedi regarded her coolly. 

“I am Jedi Knight, Avona Teller. If you are to kill me, may I at least know the names of my murderers?” she asked with a calm only a Jedi could hold. At least a Jedi would not grovel and beg for life. 

They did not fear death. Feral gave a snort behind her, he was not so in touch with the spiritual aspect of death, but he respected Zaiya enough to honour her wishes, she knew. 

“I am Feral of the Nightbrothers of Dathomir.” 

“You know my name,” Zaiya began but the Jedi Avona just looked at her. 

“I know the name you use as a title… What is your true name?” It was a bold question. No one but the family knew her name. Did it matter now? She had left Dathomir. Avona was about to die…

“Zaiya,” she said, keeping her blade in the ready position, “Zaiya Valessa, formerly of the Lu’Lupta Clan.” Her face was impassive, but a hint of amusement curled at the edge of her lips. 

“Zaiya Valessa,” Avona repeated. Zaiya grimaced, her name sounded wrong coming from this Jedi, souring the entertainment she felt at this Jedi’s presumptuousness. Still, it felt correct at least that Avona would be granted this respect. She was a worthy opponent after all. 

“Avona Teller,” she replied, “you are going to die.” She stepped back, ready to let Feral finish what he started when she heard a cry to her left. 

She saw a flash of plasma and jerked her blade up instinctively. Only to realise it was the boy. 

The Padawan. 

He gasped and sputtered, coughing up blood as his lightsaber dropped and his eyes lowered to Zaiya’s curved blade buried in his chest. 

“No,” Avona lamented and Zaiya heard the Force around them become a torrent of pain and rage and sadness. The once calm Umbaran launched at her and Zaiya could only stare at the boy with wide eyes at the end of her blade. 

What was he doing?! Why had he not fled as he was told?! 

Feral intercepted the strike meant for Zaiya, pushing the distraught Jedi back with all the fierceness of a warrior. Zaiya pushed the shock aside, the rage rising in her. 

Idiot! Foolish child! What was he thinking?! She withdrew her blade slowly, and he fell back onto the mossy ground. His brown eyes searching, his face contorted in pain. He was fading fast, but he was suffering. 

She heard a cry and leapt to one side, avoiding Avona’s blade by mere inches. The boy’s condition had to wait. 

----

No… 

Farley. 

She couldn’t let this happen. Everything moved so fast. One moment, all was calm, she was talking them down. It was just her, and the two Zabraks. Farley was safe. Why did he come back?

Avona attacked. She had to keep the panic at bay, she had to save her Padawan. The colours of the Force flared in sharp, frantic blasts. Her emotions were too raw to be fully controlled. Farley. She had to protect him.

The Nighsister was a traitor to the Republic. She had stabbed Farley. Her Padawan. A child. Her vision was filled with the clashing of green on green as the offending witch faced her. Avona let out a cry as she charged. 

She flipped back to get some distance, if she could grab him-- 

But Siren was too quick, closing in and slashing at her. Avona blocked, pushing the witch back to attack again-- 

“Ahh!” she cried out as pain bloomed across her back. The Jedi stumbled. Another cut across her arms, and her grip faltered. No. Farley. Her breath caught as she felt agony searing in her middle. The long blade of Feral’s weapon stuck out from her belly. The marked warrior and traitorous witch had bested her. She tried to reach for her weapon, but her knees gave out. 

Avona collapsed; her vision and the colours began to fade. 

As she stared at the sky, her pain began to dissipate. Her training had cushioned her fall into death, but she couldn't go. 

Not yet. 

She sensed Farley's life-force draining across from her: it wouldn't be long now, until he was ready. She was determined to wait for him, to guide him one last time. They could return to the Force together.

She reached out to him, calming, soothing. 

I'm here. Then she stretched herself across the galaxy, in the Force and the spectrum of colours. She called to her, one last time. Vibrant memories of burnt orange skin, a soft embrace. Warmth, acceptance, a lifetime of neglected touch. A vow to something bigger than them all. 

As Avona lay dying, committed to her order until the very last moment, she made her final promise, and knew that Shaak-Ti could hear her.

I will find you.

Notes: For those of you paying attention, the Jedi and Padawan are not in fact mine, but belonging to the amazing, the talented, the legendary @eloquentmoon - if you haven't checked out their stuff on tumblr or AO3 then I would offer a recommendation. Moonie is a phenomenal writer and has actually written a piece for me as a gift of Maul and Zaiya and wow, it really knocked my socks off. Check her stuff out if you have a moment.

As always I ask for comments, reblogs or the like. I love feedback, it really helps in the creative process and I very very very much appreciate any and all comments of support.

If you wanna support me further in my artistic or otherwise creative endeavours, check out my Patreon. I hope you all have a fantastic day!

----

Tags: (If your name is crossed out then check your settings or username -- Tumblr is not letting me tag you!) @alwayssnivellus @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @ashotofspotchka @justalittletomato @nahoney22 @eloquentmoon @stardustbee @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @nobody-expects-the-inquisitorius @rain-on-kamino @bacarasbabe @lifeless-being @lazarithebellydancingmime @robotswithscarves @herbalinz-of-yesteryear

Wanna be notified when I post my next work? Join/Leave my tag list

[badbatch-badfics]

Padawan (TBB x Male Reader) Part 2

Part 1

Characters: The Bad Batch - Cross hair + Cid.

Relationship: All platonic

POV: Only 2nd (you/yours)

Pronouns: he/him

Species: Unspecified

Content: Smidge of angst and worry, but mainly found family growing into fluff

Warnings: General TBB stuff, a little bit about Order 66. Cringe lol.

Word Count: 2,796

Notes: If anyone has any requests/ideas for this 'series,' please let me know! I'd love to learn more about what ya'll like and incorporate it. (and i'll obviously credit you in the notes for whichever part it goes in)

The Bad Batch was sound asleep, exempt from their designated pilot.  Tech was comfortably cruising through hyper-space, multitasking on a new upgrade for Echo’s arm-scomp and watching the scanners.  A light beep alerted him, signaling that they were approaching Ord Mantell.  He lightly pushed his goggles upwards, before pressing a series of buttons.  The Marauder shook as it dropped from hyperspace, the tremors waking Hunter up from his nap in the co-pilot's seat.  He would usually sleep in his bunk until Tech needed a break, but his bunk was… preoccupied, so to speak.

“We close to Ord Mantell, Tech?” Hunter asked groggily, cracking his neck.  “Approximately 11 minutes and 36 seconds until we enter the atmosphere, and then another 23 minutes until we reach the landing pad.  I would begin waking everyone else up.”  With a sign, Hunter stood up, arms reaching far above his head, ever-so-slightly leaning backwards.  He turned around and started heading towards the bunks, wondering how he should go about waking you up.  He didn’t know how much you would remember, and he certainly didn’t want to find out the hard way.

Of course, there was always the option of letting your body wake up on its own time, and just having someone stick with the ship until then, but there was the risk of general clatter and ruckus occurring and startling you awake anyway, which would be a harsh wake-up call, to say the least.  After a second more of contemplation, he finally settled on leaving you be, and simply shushing Wrecker the moment his eyes opened.  He walked up to his brother, shaking his arm.  Wrecker awoke with a large grunt, like an ancient monster waking from a coma in an echoing mountain, before Hunter aggressively shushed him.  He sharply pointed across the walking strip to your body, an absolute tangled mess of limbs and droll.

Wrecker got the hint, making an ‘oohhh’ sound before slowly sitting up, careful to minimize the amount of creaking.  Hunter walked on, heading towards Echo and Omega, shaking them both awake- Omega more gently.  She yawned and stretched, smiling and greeting Hunter, before quickly grabbing her day-clothes before heading off to the fresher to change.  Hunter went back to the cockpit, where his brothers were already making quiet discussions of what to do with you, the ‘teenager-that-had-essentially-magic-powers-and-was-being-hunted.’  Primarily how they would handle Cid.  She tolerated them because they did jobs for her, and they didn’t really matter to the Empire- except for Omega, it was appearing.  But a Padawan?  That would be a lot of credits, and it would put someone on the Empire’s good side- at least for a little bit.  Cid wasn’t above ratting them out for that kind of profit.  Or, at least, she wasn’t above ratting out the Padawan while keeping them away from the Empire’s eyes for the sake of missions.  “Perhaps we can convince Cid that his use in missions, among other things, would outweigh the reward from the Empire.  Even without using the Force in a physical push-and-pull manner, it can still be used for mind tricks, sensing danger, and much more, depending on his skill set.  We could increase our efficiency and time duration of missions greatly, which would hold a great profit for Cid,” Tech explained, preparing for the Marauder to enter Ord Mantell’s atmosphere.

“That's true, but there’s no way to know what Cid will say- if she agrees, great, but if she doesn’t…” Hunter responded, eyes glancing back at your sleeping form as he trailed off.  If they told her about you, and she decided to tell the Empire, then no one would be safe.

“There’s no way for Cid to be kept in the dark long enough to find a better solution, and we can’t exactly just hide a whole person in the Marauder,” Echo added on, waving his scomp-link around the cockpit for emphasis.

“Of course, this is all assuming that (Y/N) will want to remain with us.  He may know someone, or someplace, that is safe.  Additionally, he may even know Cid.  Echo said that she would occasionally report to the Jedi,” Tech countered, briefly glancing back towards his brothers, away from the planet and control panel.  Echo nodded in confirmation.  “Do we…” Hunter trailed off, sighing, and pinched the bridge of his nose, “do we have any place to go if Cid decides to tell the Empire?  Echo, do you know anyone else who would help?”

“Rex, obviously- but he’s more involved with defeating the Empire than we are, so it’d be an extra risk to the kid.  Maybe Cut and Suu, if we can get a hold of them.  But I don’t think either of us want to put that kind of risk on them- not with Jek and Shaeeah.”  Wrecker made a comment of agreement, briefly looking up from his game of Chopsticks with Omega.  A heavy silence fell over the group, uncertainty thick in the air.

“Entering the atmosphere,” Tech reported, breaking the awkward silence.  The Marauder shook as gravity’s presence took its toll.  It settled back down to a smooth ride within a minute, the greens and browns- mainly browns- of Ord Mantell’s natural landscape coming closer.  “I think Cid will understand, plus, like Tech said, (Y/N) can help us out!” Omega added, not looking up from her hands.

Hunter looked down, contemplating.  Would the reward of Cid accepting the kid outweigh the risk of her turning him in to the Empire?  Tech did have a point, your presence would make things go smoother- but if Cid didn’t care about that point?  What then?  Would they be able to escape the Empire, find a new place to settle down- there was bound to be some planet that was safe- but would they find it before the Empire found them?

They could keep you holed up in the ship for a while, but sooner or later, Cid would find out.  And once she found out, that could damage their… relationship, so to speak.  Assuming she wouldn’t tell the Empire immediately, anyway.  So that wouldn’t work either.  There was no good solution, and everyone knew it.  Finally, Hunter spoke up- “Wrecker, Omega, you two stay with (Y/N) and help him with anything- food, water, applying new bandages.  You get the idea.  Echo, you're with me- we’ll get anything we’d need for a long-term stay on the ship; med kits, food, supplies, whatever.  Tech, make sure the ship has enough fuel, and make any necessary fixes.  Don’t let anyone else know.  After you're done, I’ll tell Cid about… the kid.  We’ll see where it goes from there.”

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

The Marauder drifted down, landing neatly in the center of the dock.  Tech quickly pulled out his data-pad, scanning for any previously unnoticed internal damage.  Luckily, the report came back negative- as he had guessed, there was no new damage.  Satisfied, he checked the Marauder’s current fuel level, so he’d know when to stop filling.  Tech, Echo, and Hunter exited the Marauder, swiftly closing and securely locking the ramp behind them.

The innards of the Marauder were quiet, Omega and Wrecker not really knowing what to do.  They both sat on the bunk opposite you, staring, just in case you’d wake up and need something.  Wrecker had rations and a water canteen to his left, while Omega had fresh bandages and bacta-spray to her right.  “Uhhh…” Wrecker broke the silence, glancing down at Omega, “do we just… wait for him to wake up?  It feels weird, just staring.”

“I don’t know… on Kamino, we would usually wait, but this is nothing like injured clones on Kamino.”  She sighed, wringing her hands together.  “I just…feel so bad.  I mean, our home was destroyed, but at least we have each other.  (Y/N) doesn’t have anyone, and he’s been alone on that ship since the Empire took over.  I can’t imagine what it must have been like…” 

“Well, at least we found him before the Empire did, and any situation we’re in will probably be better than Bracca.  Plus, he’s probably dead to the Empire, so they won’t be after him!”  Wrecker responded, finding the silver lining.  He and Omega looked at eachother, smiling.  It felt good to help people.

On cue, the blankets opposite the pair began shuffling, a long groan sounding out through the metal walls of the Marauder.  You turned over, eyes droopy and your Padawan braid/beads hanging by the corner of your mouth, covered in drool.  Slowly, you put your weight onto a hand and pushed yourself up, leaning against the back wall of the bunk.  Your head lolled back, another sigh escaping.  Everything hurts.  “Good morning!  Er, afternoon!  You slept forever, little Jedi!” Wrecker enthusiastically shouted, causing you to immediately sit up straight, hand shooting down to your waist for the familiar feeling of your lightsaber, only to be met with nothing.  Kriff.

Wrecker immediately sensed your panic, and put his hands up in an attempt of looking unhostile.  “Don’t worry, you're safe!  We’ve had our heads cut into, so we won’t be doing any of that Order 66 stuff!”  All you could do was stare, a comically surprised expression etched across your face.  He had an interesting way of wording things.

Wrecker stood up and handed you the canteen and ration bad.  “Here, rations and water!  They’re not the best, and we can pick up some better food soon, but I bet you're starved!”  And you were.  True, the mantell mix Omega had gifted you was delicious, but after so long of never having a proper meal, you certainly wouldn’t refuse any more food or water.

“Thank you…”  You glanced down after taking the food, quietly chewing on the ration bar, occasionally taking sips from the canteen.  You were never good socially at the Temple, and you certainly weren't any better at the moment.  Omega asked you some more questions; if there was any pain, did you bleed through any bandages, and such.  You responded in short answers, so quiet she was struggling to pick up what was said.  Eventually, she deemed you healthy- or, at least, as healthy as you could be, given the circumstances.  She stayed with you, telling stories about Kamino and the few trips she’s had away from it.  Mainly, though, she talked about her brothers.

After Maker knows how long, the Marauder’s ramp opened, Tech, Echo, and Hunter coming in, one by one.  Tech was lugging fuel, and the other two held general equipment, food, med-kits, and more.  While Tech didn’t pay as much mind to your waking, Echo and Hunter sure did- Echo more so.

After setting down the cargo, he practically spritened to the bunk you were on, crouching down on one knee and using his scomp-link to lift up your jaw, and do other inspections.  “You need a shower- desperately.  And new clothes, these are completely ruined!  Our old room is nothing compared to this!  Even Fives smelled better!  And you need some proper nourishment- I know how I felt after being in that stasis chamber for so long.  And mantell mix is not nourishment, no matter what Wrecker and Omega tell you, got that?”  He finished his spiel, pointing his scomp-link at you.  “Iba’ oskik’la…”

* (“what a mess” in mando’a)

“Yeah, I think he’s got it, Echo,” Hunter chimed in, smiling.  “C’mon, kid.  I need you to meet someone.  She used to work with the Jedi, so I don’t think she’d do anything.  But, just in case, we have everything ready to go.  And if all goes well, ”  You swallowed, a large lump forming in your throat.  You really hoped she wouldn’t do anything bad- you were already enough of a burden.  You and Hunter walked down the ramp, Omega gleefully waving goodbye.

He could hear your heartbeat, your anxiety- but he didn’t know much on how to help, given the circumstances.  Kriff, you didn't know about the chips until they found you, and he couldn’t imagine what that must have felt like.  When Wrecker had been affected and tried to kill everyone, at least they all knew it wasn’t his fault, that he hadn’t betrayed them, and that he would never try to do that when he was in control.  But you had no clue about any of that.  You thought all the clones who were your friends, or even just ones you were polite with for the sake of being a good person, had all wanted to kill you, and all the other Jedi.  You had thought that for months.  Cursing yourself, wondering why, and if there was anything you could have done differently to prevent it.  And now, irony at its best, you had been rescued by clones, coming to remove their chips.

“We’re on Ord Mantell, by the way… don’t know if anyone told you.  Ever been?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.  You shook your head, eyes darting from sign to sign, stall to stall.  “Most planets I’ve been on, except for Coruscant, were just… military occupations, occasionally the natural landscape of Separatists planets.  Never got to travel outside of that,” you said, still taking in all the colorful decor and people of the city.  “I mean, you know what that’s like, obviously- being a clone and all, you went to the same type of planets I did.  I think, at least.”

Hunter nodded his head in confirmation, not really sure where to go from there.  What you said was pretty accurate, but he felt like he shouldn’t talk about the war much.  And in any case, they were approaching Cid’s.

You and Hunter trotted down the steps, the automatic door sliding open.  Cid’s bar was empty, spare for an Ithorian and Weequay who were bickering over who knows what, and obviously, Cid herself.  You placed yourself behind Hunter, something you would do with your Master during the war to avoid any interaction with… anyone.  Slicing droids was easy, making conversation with soldiers was not.

You slowly glanced around the parlor, taking in anything that could be a trap, or could help you escape if this ‘Cid’ decided she didn’t want a padawan on her doorstop.  Hunter called out for Cid, and the distant sound of claws tapping against the cold, hard floor echoed out.  Emerging from the back rooms was a rather short female trandoshan, a cane gripped in her three claws.

Her eyes went back and forth between your semi-hidden figure and Hunter.  “Where’s the rest of ya?  And who’s that kid in the terrible robes?  They stink.”  There was an obvious scowl on her face, her left brown rose in an annoyed and questioning manner.

Hunter took a deep breath, and then- “He’s… a Padawan.”  Cid’s brows rose, and then lowered into a vicious scowl.  “Before you say anything- hear me out.  He was trapped at Bracca, and the scavengers didn’t know- Tech checked the Empire’s wanted, and he’s dead to them.  The Empire won’t come here, and it’s not like anyone on the street will know- he’s just a padawan.  Not a full-on Jedi, not a general.  But, he can still help.  Even without using the Force to push and pull, he can still sense danger and… stuff.”  Hunter wasn’t really sure how the Force worked.  But he knew it was useful.  Before Cid could rebuttal, he continued.  “And imagine how helpful a padawan would be in making sure your deals go right!  Being able to sense a bad deal, or if someone unwelcome is coming.  And some of them can do mind tricks.  He’ll be very useful to you- just let him stay with us.”

Cid looking down, in thought, a scowl etched on her face.  Finally, she sighed.  “Fine!  But if the Empire comes knocking, I’m not keeping his hide a secret.  Too much heat.”  She walked away, already planning what to do with you.

Hunter looked back, smiling.  You tried your best to smile, but you knew full well it looked incredibly awkward and forced.  Not that you weren’t happy, by any means.  You just weren’t prepared, and he knew that.  Hunter placed a hand on your shoulder, attempting to provide comfort.  And it worked.  For the first time in months, despite the constant dread of what was to come, everything seemed to be going right.  You could stay with them, and they could stay with Cid.

“Let’s go get you some proper fitting, and smelling clothes, yeah?  Echo wasn’t wrong when he said it was worse than our old barracks.”  Your smile shifted to a natural one, not forced or awkward.  You certainly didn’t think you’d ever see a clone again; and it certainly wouldn’t be a happy experience, but it seemed like this batch was going to be the best thing to happen in a while.

[vodika-vibes]

For commander Monkk can I request a cute little fic where he has a crush on his generals former Padawan, now turned Jedi knight, and teaches her how to swim when both their battalions have a day off and spend it at the beach 👉👈

I'll Love Every Version Of You

Summary: One year ago your master, Kit Fisto, promoted you to Jedi Knight though it would have been his preference to keep you at his side until the war's end. But the Jedi needed more Knights and you were old enough and skilled enough that keeping you as a padawan would have been a waste of time. This is your first real break in over a year, and you get to spend it on a peaceful tropical planet, with your former Master…and his battalion.

Pairing: Commander Monnk x F! Twi'lek Reader

Word Count: 1190

Warnings: Reader is described as a twi'lek with freckles.

A/N: I wasn't sure where to go with this, at first, but I think I'm happy with this one. Maybe. I'm super dizzy, so it might not be the best, lol.

Click HERE to be added to my taglist

You’re glad for the break.

The last year has been you, and your battalion, running from one crisis to the next without much of a chance for a break, save for what time you can take while traveling through hyperspace. 

You’re exhausted. You feel like you could sleep for a year and still not get enough rest.

Which is funny. You don’t remember being half this exhausted when you were Master Kit’s padawan.

Of course, even when you’re supposed to be resting (Vax is going to have your head on a silver platter if you don’t get your stress levels down at least a little bit), you still have work that you need to consider.

The truth is, you’re worried about the next mission.

It’s based on a water planet, and while you know how to swim, your Master is from an aquatic species after all, you’ll be the first person to admit that you’re not the strongest swimmer.

Not through any failing on his part, though.

The failing is all you.

You stretch out on the blanket you’re relaxing on, and bury your toes in the hot sand. In truth, as a twi’lek, you’ve always been a poor match for Master Kit as a padawan. There were plenty of aquatic initiates that he could have chosen from, and yet he chose you.

You remember the other Councilers commenting on how unusual it was that Master Kit didn’t take another Nautolan or a Mon Cala as a padawan. They were careful to not make it seem like they didn’t approve, but you’ve always been a sensitive child.

A huff falls from your lips as you feel your stress levels rising.

Vax is definitely going to kill you. He only signed off on this because he thinks you’re going to stress yourself into an early grave.

“Well now, look who it is,” You turn your head to the side when you hear the familiar voice, and a small smile crosses your lips, “Was wondering where you were hiding, kid.”

“I’m hardly a kid anymore, Commander.”

Commander Monnk, your Master’s right hand, and someone you’re lucky enough to call a friend, laughs and sits on the towel next to you, dripping water onto your bare skin.

His dark eyes scan your bikini-clad form, and a small smirk lifts the corner of his lips, “Oh, I can see that, mesh’la.”

You seriously consider flinging some sand at his face but think again. He’s always been like this, flirty and teasing. He doesn’t mean anything by it.

“I figured I’d sunbathe someplace private so people won’t stare at me.” You shrug, “Plus, Master still gets a funny little twitch when he sees me wearing bikinis.”

“Well, you are his daughter.”

“Former Padawan,”

Monnk rolls his eyes and tweaks the end of one of your lekku, “Semantics.”

You toss a small grin up at him, and he grins right back at you. You missed Monnk. You like Commander Vash. You do, he’s smart and competent. But he’s not Monnk.

“So,” Monnk continues as he leans back on his hands, “What’s bothering you?”

You sit up and fold your legs, “What makes you think something’s bothering me?”

“Vash.”

You scowl out towards the water, “He’s a snitch.”

“Also, according to Vax, you’ve been stressed. And haven’t been sleeping well.”

This time you direct your scowl at him, “Is my entire battalion spying on me for you?”

“Come on, mesh’la. Don’t be like that,” One of his fingers traces a line of freckles on your shoulder making you shiver, “They’re worried about you. I’m worried about you.”

The sigh that falls from you is so heavy it makes you wince. 

“Well, clearly you’re worried about something.” And, of course, Monnk catches it. “Come on, talk to me.”

“We have a mission,” You admit, “To an aquatic planet.” It’s all you say. It’s all you have to say.

“Ah.”

You draw your knees up so you’re able to rest your chin on them, “I don’t know what to do, Monnk. My battalion thinks I’m a great swimmer, and that I’ll do wonderfully on this mission. But I won’t.”

“Your swimming hasn’t improved since leaving General Fisto’s side?”

You shoot him a pained look, “When would I have the chance?”

“No wonder you’re so stressed.” Monnk shifts slightly, draping his arm over his raised knee. “Alright, let’s get some swimming practice in.”

“What?”

“This is a pretty secluded spot you’ve found, no one will see us practicing your swimming.” Monnk continues.

“This is supposed to be your vacation too, Monnk.”

“Yeah, and this is how I want to spend it.” He hops to his feet and offers you his hand, “Come on.”

It’s the easiest thing in the world, to reach out and take his hand. It’s Monnk, after all.

He leads you into the water, and then out until you’re standing on your toes to keep the water off your face, “Here’s a good place to start,” Monnk murmurs, his hands warm against your hips, helping you keep your head above the water.

“If you say so,” You scrunch up your nose as your toes leave the ground due to a wave.

“Ah, don’t look like that mesh’la. This will be fun!”

“For you, maybe.”

Monnk laughs, but when he looks at you there’s something soft and affectionate in his gaze. His hands, warm and calloused from years of weapon handling, slide from your hips to rest on your sides. “How are you still so impossibly soft?”

“I use lotion to keep my skin healthy,” You reply.

“Yeah? Need help with that?”

“Pervert,” You counter, affectionately.

“Just to you, mesh’la,” Monnk says automatically. It’s a familiar conversation, one you’ve had with him time and time again. Monnk has never shied away from how he feels about you.

He wears his heart on his sleeve, at least when it comes to you.

“Alright!” Monnk’s hands tighten around you, “Are you ready to begin?”

“I suppose.”

“Good,” He pauses, “Hm…I should charge you for this.”

A startled laugh slips from you, “I have to pay you to teach me how to swim.”

“All good swimming teachers are paid,” He counters solemnly.

“Alright, but I should warn you, I’m not paid.”

“A kiss,” Monnk says, his gaze serious and slightly wistful, “I teach you in exchange for a kiss. Maybe two.”

“Two? Aren’t you being a little greedy?” You tease.

“Well,” His voice is low as he lightly presses his forehead against yours, “The economy is in shambles—”

You don’t let him finish, as you tilt your head to press your lips against his.

He reacts immediately, his arms locking securely around your waist as he pulls you as close as he can. Monnk immediately deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding across your lips.

The force almost sings with what he feels for you. I love you. I’ve always loved you. I’ll always love you. No matter who you become. No matter where you go. 

And so, you slide your arms around his neck and allow him to pull you closer. After all, you love him too. He’s Monnk, after all.

@imabeautifulbutterfly

@n0vqni

@bad4amficideas

@justiceandwar98

@mira-loves-star-wars

@tiredbi-peach

@dukeoftheblackstar

@trixie2023

@kimiheartblade

@padawancat97

@falconfeather23435

@etod

@bb8-99

@kiss-anon

@continous-mistakes

@yoitsjay

@liz-stat

@cc--2224

@adriennelenoir

@cdblake1565

@sweater-sloot

@heidnspeak

@wax-birds

@silly-starfish

@lonewolflupe

@maniacalbooper

@rebell-ious

[webslingingspidergirl]

Between two worlds Anakin skywalker x reader marvel and Star Wars crossover chapter 2 who are you?

"who are you and are you girl from Those dreams I had" Anakin questioned your eyes widen “I’m y/n yes I’m probably that girl was in your dreams you had that you had and I think you have been in mine also who are you” you said and realising that he was actually real “I’m Anakin” Anakin said suddenly Obi wan wakes up “Anakin I told you we should not land somewhere that has very high security” Obi wan said .then the other avengers that were in compound run up to you (they were somehow ready to stop who broke into the compound and not realising Anakin and Obi wan are not threats) Tony was using Mark 85, Steve was holding his shield, Natasha was holding her gun and Tony was pointing his repulsors at Anakin and Obi Wan “alright kid who is wearing a karate uniform and some bearded guy that looks like that actor Ewan McGregor do not take over this planet” Tony said you roll your eyes “uh Tony they are not threats and they do not want take over earth” you said Tony turns off his Replusers” seriously stark y/n is right and they are not threat “Steve said you roll your eyes "guys put your weapons down now and let the these two you just met introduce themselves" you said. Tony opens his mask from mark 85 and Natasha puts her gun away also Steve puts his shield away "sorry for the misunderstanding Looks like you already met y/n " Steve said. you sigh "i'll introduce the people you just met they are a family to me the guy who had point his replusers or blasters at you is Tony and the redhead with the gun is Natasha, the man with shield is Steve" You said both Anakin and Obi wan look at you "I'm Obi wan Kenobi and seems like you already met my padawan Anakin Skywalker" Obi wan said, suddenly thunder cracked from the sky "oh you gotta be kidding Thor is back early" You sigh Anakin looks at you weirdly "who are talking about" Anakin Questioned because he and obi wan does not know that gods are real "the person or a god were talking about is thor the the god of thunder you said awkwardly. "Hello my fellow Avengers what did i miss" Thor said he just came back from fixing his relationship with his ex "welcome back point break you missed out on people who accidentally landed their ship outside of the compound" Tony said sarcastically "are they the guardians " Thor questioned he was thinking of the guardians of the galaxy "their are not the guardians Thor" Steve said. Anakin and Obi wan look at them confusingly "I'll introduce them to you Thor this guy my age is Anakin Skywalker and the older man that has a beard is Obi wan Kenobi he is Anakin's Teacher or Master" You said quietly hoping that Thor does not ask where the pop tarts are again " Thanks y/n and where are the pop tarts" Thor said

one hour later inside the compound (you introduce the others (Bruce, Bucky and Sam) to Anakin and everyone is in that room where the avengers find the planet thanos was in after the snap

why were you two here in earth and why are you human and not species we don't know about and also do you some guy that is from earth and thinks that footloose is greatest movie ever" Tony said obi wan and Anakin give him confused look ”seriously Tony they don’t about that movie or even watched movies from our planet and I’ll ask Anakin and Obi Wan why are they here on earth also aren’t you supposed at your own house and Pepper is gonna be mad at you” you said as you look at computer that is trying to find coruscant “ok fine” Tony said and he leaves the room “why are you here in Earth” you questioned Anakin and Obi wan “the reason why were here on earth is because your planet appeared on Jedi archives and search for someone that is force sensitive and is in the room right now and learn about earth" Obi wan Explains. Anakin glance(looks) at you "that is a bit strange because I have been making things float whenever I try to grab something and I was not even using my own powers and every time I use powers eyes turn blue and i guess i could use my power in front of you guys" you said as you grab an apple and put it on a table and your make the apple float (and your eyes turn blue) and you blast the apple safely because you did not want to destroy something in the compound "that was amazing " Anakin complimented. you blush secretly "y/n could you take obi wan and Anakin to the spare rooms that is near your room" Steve asked you. "ok fine" you said as you roll your eye

after you take Anakin and Obi wan to the spare bedrooms (your room is next to the spare bedroom is where Anakin sleeping and Obi wan is sleeping in the 2nd spare bedroom right next to the 1st spare bedroom)

"lets go to my room Anakin" you said as you walk back to your room and Anakin Follows. a few seconds later you and Anakin enter your room in the compound "this is your room?" Anakin said as he looks around "had this room for four years and i never moved out of compound" you said while sitting down on your bed and Anakin photo of you and Your best friend Peter "who is this with you this non hologram picture" Anakin asked and trying not to sound jealous " that person in that photo with me my best friend Peter parker he is my first friend ever and I known him for five years, he is a brother to me and even though Peter is not my only Best friend any ways" You said. Anakin puts the photo back on the shelf "I was just asking its not that like that I h have" Anakin stutters as he struggles to his feelings for you due to the Jedi code does not allow attachments "have what?" you questioned. Anakin blushes hard "uh nothing and i better go to bed" Anakin said as he sits up and walks back to the spare bedroom that he is sleeping "Anakin is acting very awkward towards me and we just met" you realised that Anakin might be in love with you because you and Anakin are both having dream of each other which sounded like the story you were forced to read at high school in the story where the boy and girl both had dreams of each other and destined to fall each other and in the beginning the boy fell for the girl first and "i guess that story i read when i was in high school is becoming real story and i guess the story is now about me and Anakin " you said quietly because you might fell for Anakin (you will fall for Anakin harder in the next few chapters)and you fall asleep a two hours later you suddenly hear Anakin having a nightmare about his mother dying (you hear his night mare when your eyes turn blue you can see people nightmare that could be actually visions) which gave flashbacks when your mother was killed by ???(could be a villain or hydra) when you were 12 years old days before the avengers found you and you have no idea who is your real father (it might be Magneto and y/n (you ) could be Magneto's long lost daughter).

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Padawan!Reader: Species #4

Obi-Wan: Sometimes it's hard being Y/N's master. They have these uncontrollable urges.

Anakin, concerned: What kind of urges?

Obi-Wan: Well, for exa- Y/N!

Reader, a cathar, standing next to C-3PO at a platform edge:

Obi-Wan: Don't you dare do it, Y/N!

Reader:

Anakin:

Reader: *kicks C-3PO off the edge*