#plo koon is out like a light as soon as he’s laying

[questforgalas]

The High Republic series confirmed that part of a Jedi youngling’s day in the creche are midday naps on little nap mats, and now the image of all our faves in youngling form curled up on the nap mat is living rent free in my head

[coexiising]

art deco - anakin skywalker

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

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

WORDS ◆ 7.8k and i regret nothing

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

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THERE WAS SOMETHING INCREASINGLY PLEASANT ABOUT BEING ON NABOO. You were quick to realize that the planet’s beauty that was always spoken about was not just a thing of rumors, and that, in fact, the place was even more beautiful than you could possibly imagine. The way that every tree hung perfectly, with it’s branches begging to be touched by a passerby, and how every single animal that grazed along it’s pastures had a sense of calm that you had never felt in all your years of living in the galaxy.

The villa along the large lake a few miles away from the main city was a thing of dreamlike structures. It’s columns held intricate pieces of wood and stone and the balconies that overlooked both water and flower fields were more welcoming than you could ever imagine. A own little touch of paradise, and you would be staying here for only a week.

The war, which you had been flung into only a few years into your training, was going on longer than anyone anticipated. The separatists were not letting up on their preposition to become a sovereign state, and the deaths of thousands mass produced clones has become a daily thing. It took a great toll on everyone involved, and more specifically the Padawan’s like yourself that were not at all prepared for this type of environment for your training. When you were just a youngling, all you expected was to go on lots of missions with your Master that would be Jedi affairs, not Republic ones. In a way, you felt as if you were being robbed of something that you weren’t quite sure how to pinpoint, an innocence in a way.

This was the Council’s way of trying to make it up to you. You knew that it wasn’t supposed to actually be a vacation, no, you were meant to keep up with your training, just in a different environment that would make you more akin with the Force. And that place was Naboo, tranquility in the form of a planet.

“I can feel your apprehension,” Your Master told you, walking in front of you up the stone stairs that came up to the front door of the place you would be staying in with him. Behind you was a ship, no one inside to accompany the two of you. To do this right, as the Council said, you were not to be distracted by anyone else, no clones, no droids, no nothing.

If only they knew that it didn’t matter if there was no one other than your Master to engage with, because Anakin Skywalker, alone, was able to distract you for hours on end if you really put your mind to it. Anakin and you were very similar in age, early adult years, and yet he had the role of Master and you were still just a Padawan. You knew that it was because of his efforts during the Battle of Geonosis at the very beginning of the war, and that alone was enough to grant him the title of Jedi Knight, but it still was awkward at points when he talked down on you, because really, he had only two years more experience in life than you did.

You did what you were told. You always did. As a youngling you had a temper, a rebellious streak that for a time was almost concerning for the Council and the Master’s that taught you. And yet, here you were, a respectful young Jedi. Over the years you have grown, probably more than any other youngling that the Order has ever seen. It was like overnight somehow you turned from a child to a young woman, and you were adamant about completing your studies so that you could become a Jedi Knight. Those plans, however, got incredibly tainted with the war, and then with the introduction of you and your Master. It was a rather uncalled for pairing. You were hoping for someone like Master Yoda to take you as his Padawan or even for master Plo Koon, yet it was wildly noted that you were picked by Anakin Skywalker yourself. A rather odd thing and he still hasn’t told you completely why.

Anakin was not entirely a man of secrets. You could ask him things about almost anything and he would tell you. The only thing that he kept guarded in the deepest parts of his mind was things of his past, and his reasoning behind making such vast decisions like taking on a Padawan during a large civil war. But you and Anakin still managed to be very close, the Force growing strong between both of you as if it too agreed in your compatibility.

You shook your head, immediately refuting his accusations. “No, it’s not apprehension,” you told him, eyes coming up to meet the back of his head since he wasn’t looking at you. “Just concern, that’s all.”

“That’s all?” Your Master questioned. The second that his foot came up to the top of the stairs, his figure turned around and faced you, those bold, blue eyes of his racing to meet your own. “If you have any doubts about anything, tell me, I am your Master after all.”

That’s exactly that problem, you thought to yourself, making sure that your mental shields were up to guard it. That was the last thing that you needed, for him to know the things that you wished to push down into the darkest depths of your mind. That was the Jedi way, after all, keep all those emotions that were considered dangerous and a path to the dark side in a little cage in your mind and throw away the key. The thought of simply just being with him here alone made your brain almost electrify yourself, thinking about all the possibilities of slipping up and revealing all your emotions towards your Master directly to him. It was something to fear, and yet you were not allowed to fear.

You offered him the fakest smile that you could muster, saying, “Yes, Master, I’m alright. Let’s just get inside, it’s almost dark.” The setting sun was directly to your back, illuminating him in front of you like he was something to be marvelled at. And to your defense, Anakin Skywalker was definitely something to be marvelled at. His chiseled cheeks only looked more distinguished in the golden light, along with his dark brown hair that seemed to catch it just right. It made you feel weak in the knees, these thoughts of him, and you knew it was wrong to think of him in such ways - but you just couldn’t stop. Every time you tried to vilify him in your mind, another reason why you should love popped right back up in its place. It was a deadly cycle that you have shamelessly fallen victim to, and there was nothing that you could do to stop it or further this attraction. It was forbidden.

The moment that you stepped into the building, a sigh left your lips, eyes taking in all your surroundings. It was marvellous. There were marbled stone floors that were covered in rugs in some places, plush couches in the middle of the room, and off to the side were the counters of the kitchen, all looking as if no one had ever stepped foot in here. Suddenly you felt out of place here, like you weren’t good enough to live in such a lavish way. After all, your temple rooms were nothing compared to this. They were bland, sandy and brown colors everywhere. Only a dresser with a small mirror and a bed were in it. Yet here, there were different hues of reds, greens, and blues, tables and chairs and fancy lamps, and plants that added almost another dimension to the already breathtaking house.

“It’s - It’s,” You started, not able to find the correct words for what you were trying to say.

Luckily, Anakin finished your sentence, “Breathtaking. It’s breathtaking.”

You turned to look back at him, taking in his features for just a moment more.

Breathtaking, you thought to yourself. Yes, everything here is just breathtaking.

-

The soft silks of your bed sheets rolled between your fingers, tempting you to lay into bed and never get back up. How on Earth were you supposed to keep training when you were living like this? You could imagine yourself, not as a Jedi but as a normal person, eating wild berries as you sat on your bed near the balcony, looking towards the horizon and not having one single worry in that head of yours. It was tantalizing, the perfect picture in your mind of what you wished to be.

“You think too loud.”

You spun around to only be met with your Master, who was leaning against your doorframe effortlessly. A heat rose up to your cheeks, realizing that you hadn’t been taking the proper precautions of keeping those thoughts only to yourself. They were just little flings of ideas, nothing too brash that could get you into any trouble. “Sorry, Master, I shouldn’t have been thinking of slacking off when we have work to do in the coming days.”

A chuckle escaped his lips from deep within his chest. “It’s okay, Y/N, really, if I am being honest, I was thinking the same not too long ago.”

That was shocking news to you. You always thought that Anakin always wanted to be on the run, as if this trip that he had to take with you was annoying to him because he had to take time away from the front lines of the war. But it also made sense, even victorious war generals get tired sooner or later. Perhaps you didn’t know him as much as you thought that you did. This trip wasn’t just for you, it was for the both of you. It was good to go back to basics, remember the first feelings of the force and go from there.

“And here I was thinking that you didn’t want to be here,” You mused.

Your Master laughed at your jest. “No, quite the opposite. It’ll be nice to take a step back from life for a little bit and get some much needed rest.”

“I didn’t know that General Skywalker knew what rest meant,” You continued on your playful banter.

“I don’t,” He chuckled. “Maybe you can teach me?”

Now that sends you through a loop. You knew that he was probably just playing around with you, since you were teasing him a little bit. But that sentence was enough for that place in your mind to unlock all the fantasies you had in your head about him, the ones that you only dared touch when you knew you were alone and it was the dead of night so no was there to read them. You held yourself back from becoming flustered, knowing the moment you showed any signs of it that he would know that something was up. Instead you simply nodded your head, taking your eyes off of him to the balcony that was open to your room, seeing the way that the moonlight illuminated the waves of the water. “Perhaps after training tomorrow, we could go by the water?” You asked him.

“Sure thing,” Anakin said, turning on his heel and making his way out of your room. You took a sigh of relief at his absence, not because you wanted him gone, but because seeing him in such a leisurely setting was starting to get to your head. That dizzy feeling that got to your head every time you looked at him for too long started to subside, and you were left with only your thoughts as you put away some robes you packed for the stay.

The moment that your head hit the soft, plush pillow of your large bed, you were completely enveloped by sleep. In your dreams you only saw you and Anakin, happy and smiling in the gracious flower fields of Naboo, preparing meals together half dressed in the kitchen, and falling asleep in each other's arms. It was so real and lifelike that when you woke up in the morning, you felt as if you had awoken from an alternate universe.

-

Anakin didn’t know what he was doing.

Of course he was excited to be able to take a break from the long, withheld war between the Republic and the Separatists, but at the same time he knew that being alone with you was going to be a struggle for him. Anakin loved to train you, he really did. You were a loyal Padawan to the Order and was eager to learn the ways of the Force by his instruction. He knew the moment that he saw you that he wanted to train you. But he hadn’t prepared for him to become so emotionally attached to you, and it was tearing the young Jedi apart.

It was incredibly taboo of him to gain these feelings for two reasons. One: the Jedi were forbidden from attachment. And although Anakin hadn’t been known for following all the rules of the Jedi, he knew that attachment could possibly lead to dark places if he wasn’t careful. Two: you were his Padawan. It may have been different if you were within the same ranks as him, but you were not. He was supposed to be your teacher, and there was no way that he would take advantage of his position of power over you if you were not willing.

He, too, was having doubts about this vacation. Anakin almost asked his First in Command, Rex, if he would accompany the two Jedi for the week, but there was too much going on for the clone to take time off. So it was just you and him, alone in this house on this beautiful planet. Anakin was uneasy up until the moment he walked in your room last night when for a half a second he could sense your aura from the Force, and it was also uneasy about being with him alone. It was strange, since you were clearly hiding these thoughts from him with your mental shields whenever you were around him. But the moment he left you alone, those shields came down.

“Don’t think about keeping yourself up, the Force will do that on it’s own as long as you keep the connection with it. Focus on the rocks,” Anakin told you, walking around you in circles as you were in a handstand, mentally bringing up some rocks off the ground and stacking them off to your side. This was generally a lesson that a youngling would be given, though it was a good mental exercise. And in Anakin’s opinion: it was way better than meditating. “Feel it flow through you, allow it to take you over and become one with it.” These were the same things that Master Obi-Wan had taught him.

It was a bright, sunny day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky as the time reached a little bit past noon. Training outside in the fields of Naboo were easier than doing so at the Jedi Temple, considering there was more nature that was akin to all aspects of the force. And the sun felt good on both of your skin, smelling the natural air that had a fluorescent scent to it rather than the smog and industrial life of Coruscant.

Your muscles were beginning to strain from underneath you as your head tilted to the side, watching all the rocks fall into place to your left. Even though the Force provided much needed relief on your arms, they were beginning to let out. There was one more rock for you to move and it was the smallest one, a tiny little pebble that needed to go on the top. It was such a small mass, yet with all of this mental and physical strain, it felt like a boulder to move across the air slowly with your mind. All you wanted was for Master Skywalker to feel proud of you. You wanted to see that smile on his face as you lifted that last pebble up and was allowed to finish your studies for the day.

The more you concentrated, the more you could feel the Force flow right through you. It could be felt in the tingling of your palms, sending vibrations towards the center of your chest while your blood flowed. Almost more importantly, you could feel Anakin’s eyes on you, waiting patiently for you to make your next move. Slowly, but surely, the little pebble made its way towards the top of the stacked rocks. Your eyes widened with joy, but immediately squinted back up when it shook a tiny bit. The moment that the bottom of it hit the top, you released your much concentrated attachment with the Force, and allowed yourself to fall seamlessly to the ground. The blood rushed back to your head, making your eyes darken to adjust. Once you could see again, you saw Anakin standing over you, that grin you had looked forward to seeing on his face.

“Not bad, Padawan,” He said in an appealing tone, extending a hand to help you up to your feet. You were quick to take it, ignoring the way that your heart soared as your skin touched against his skin. “We should go back to the house.” He almost turned and began walking away, but you scrunch your nose up and kept his hand in a tight grip, prompting him to look right back at you with a confused look. “What’s up?”

“You promised we could go to the water afterwards,” You told him, hoping that you were jogging his memory from last night.

But you didn’t need to jog Anakin’s memory, because he had been thinking about it ever since you asked. Thinking about having to watch you submerge under the water and come back up, drops of clear blue dripping down your exposed shoulders, and keeping himself from doing something that he would most likely regret when you would reject him, scolding him for his thinking. He thought about the way he wanted to put his hands on your hips and pull you as close as you possibly could get to him, taking the opportunity to pepper kisses along your smooth skin. It killed him to think that you probably didn’t think the same way about him, it was going to goddamn tear him apart.

Nevertheless, he wasn’t going to go back on his promise to you. It was the least he could do after thinking such sinful things about you. Anakin’s gave you a nod and walked beside you on the short trail to the large lake. You could hear the water ripple towards the small shoreline, coming up and then receding back again in a timely fashion. You kicked off your shoes, deciding that your tank top and pants were okay to get wet, especially since you wouldn’t take the risk of undressing in front of Anakin. As much as the thought was tempting, you knew better than to test your luck. Anakin watched with intensity as you got into the water, going deep enough to where only the tops of your shoulders and up were exposed. Maker, he cursed himself, did you have to look so good barely doing anything?

You cocked your head to the side. “Well . . . are you going to get in or just stare at me?” You asked, immediately submerging yourself under the water to ignore what he had to say about your teasing. Your heart thumped profusely as you sat there under the water holding your breath. Anakin had been looking at you.

He mentally cursed himself once again, taking his shoes off and following you into the water. It did feel good, the water having an almost calming effect over him as he walked deeper in the lake. He looked around him, taking in the appearance of all the beautiful trees that lined up, beautiful fruit hanging off of the branches. Little flowers were along the bay, facing right towards him as if they were welcoming him to their home.

The sun spilled harsh rays along his skin, causing Anakin to dip his head down fully into the water. Once he came back up for air, his eyes shifted over to you, both of you holding a type of eye contact that you swore almost knocked your breath out. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced before, like he was looking right into your soul and you to his, a sense of desire burning a pit in your stomach. Feeling exposed, you shifted your gaze to the fish swimming in the water near you. You could still feel his eyes on you, in them holding truths that he wished to tell you, but being unable to put the words together to explain.

-

“There’s something that you’re not telling me.”

Your eyes opened at your Master’s voice and looked directly at him. You had been meditating on your bed before sleeping, knowing that you hadn’t gotten the necessary amount of meditating that you needed for the day. At the temple they usually kept you on some kind of schedule, though here with Anakin rules were a little - no, more loose than normal.

Anakin once again stood in your doorframe, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed in, like he didn’t feel like he had a place stepping into your bedroom. You searched his face to gauge a feeling for what he was talking about, looking for hints of mischief or anger. There was nothing, his face was completely blank, almost too blank like he was hiding something from you.

You knew you had nothing to hide - or at least nothing that he should know about. “I don’t know what you mean, Master,” You replied, uncrossing your legs from their criss cross position and hugging them close to your chest. “Have I done something wrong?”

That answer seemed to not satisfy him, because for a moment something flickered in his eyes. “No, nothing like that,” He told you, furrowing his brows together and taking a tentative step closer into your room. “It’s just, I get this feeling when I’m around you. Your force signature . . . like something is just gnawing at you and I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Oh, you were screwed. Alarms blared in your mind, thinking about how you had let your thoughts run too much during this trip. All the worst outcomes of this came to your mind, like how he would laugh at your growing feelings towards him, how much you wanted him almost shamelessly. It made your stomach twist into several knots, wanting to bury yourself into a hole and never ever come out of it again.

Your face and the Force must’ve told it all, because he spoke again, saying, “There. Right there. I can feel it, Y/N. Just talk to me. What is going on?” Your bottom lip quivered, knowing that there was no way you were getting out of this. This was it. The day you had been dreading and hoping didn’t come. Everything was about to come crash down onto your life.

“I can’t,” You said in a low voice, shifting your weight to sit at the edge of the bed, putting your head into your hands and staring down at the plush carpet in an attempt to get away from his stare. Almost as if you thought if you looked away long enough, he would suddenly disappear.

“What do you mean ‘you can’t’? You’re my Padawan, you can tell me anything.”

Padawan. The title felt foreign in your mind now. It was something that you knew you couldn’t hold onto for much longer once the truth was out. You would be stripped of it and be a Jedi no more. The council would hear of your feelings and immediately expel you. Padawan. Padawan. Padawan. The more the word bounced around in your mind the more you felt tears welling up into your eyes.

And you didn’t mean to sound so harsh when you said it, but your hands were balling up into fists as you said, “That’s what’s wrong!” Your head tilted up, seeing that Anakin had walked closer to you, towering over your frame. His face showed confusion, not understanding what you were alluding to. He didn’t even have to say it, but his expression was saying explain.

How could you even begin?

You were wordless.

“Please . .  . I just want to help you,” Anakin told you, his hand coming to grab onto your forearm. The touch felt like hot coals on your body, scorching your soul. “I don’t like seeing you like this.” Which you knew translated to I don’t like not knowing how to fix it.

“It’s you,” You confessed. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, Anakin thought that he had stepped into some parallel universe. Or that this was some sort of prank let on by someone else. There was no way that this was happening, you were confessing. You had been thinking about him, probably as much as he was thinking about you. It felt as if the world had turned on its axis and was spinning the opposite direction.

You, on the other hand, was waiting for the words that never came. You expected him to immediately tell you that he was going to report you to the Council. And yet, he stood there, almost looking as dumbfounded as you did, maybe even more. This prompted you to stand up, his hand falling down and getting dangerously close to your own.

“I know . . .” You started again, seeing as he wasn’t going to say anything. “I know that it’s wrong, that I shouldn’t be thinking of you in the ways that I am. But I can’t stop, Anakin, you consume me.”

The usage of his name snapped him back to reality and out of his own spinning thoughts, and hearing it come from specifically your lips was not helping his frame of mind. It sounded . . . different coming from your mouth. Like you were saying it like a praise rather than just a passing phrase like most people did. He wanted you to say it over and over again, repeating it like a mantra you were to speak or you would die if you didn’t. His eyes flickered into your own and saw how scared you were of how he would react and how he was definitely not helping to settle your nerves.

In truth, he didn’t know how to handle this situation. After all, this was not a lesson that had been given to him and he was definitely not in the best place to tell you anything, since his emotions were starting to cloud his judgement and all he could think was how he wished to tell you he felt the same way.

You waited for his response, getting impatient and wanting to just get this over with. You were waiting for the words he was supposed to say.

But Anakin didn’t always do the things he was supposed to do.

“You and I both know that forming attachments isn’t allowed,” Anakin said. “And yet I can’t stop thinking about kissing you.”

A visible look of shock washed over your face, mouth opening slightly and eyes widening, heart pounding against your ribcage. His hand reached down and grabbed your own, fingertips softly touching the palm of your hand. This felt like a dream. Were you sure that you weren’t dreaming? No, this was definitely real. Anakin was in front of you for sure, confessing that he was feeling the exact same way.

Anakin tipped his head down to meet your own, his breath fanning along your face, making you shiver. Your breath hitched in your throat, his lips brushing against your own, almost like he was testing you. You could feel the tips of his hair tickling against your forehead, nose against nose. You were so close. The hand on your own was grasping now, pulling your body close to his. And the two of you sat there, lips millimeters close while each of your minds buzzed with the feeling of doing something so daring.

You felt yourself going mad, you couldn’t do it anymore. You couldn’t wait. All of your feelings erupted inside of your throat and suddenly you were kissing him, lips smashing against his own with no care in the world. You didn’t care about the Council, the Code . . . anything. All you cared about was Anakin, wanting as much of him that he was willing to give you.

You had never really kissed anyone before. There was a moment back when you were only ten and you were with another youngling, seeing one of the citizens of Coruscant kissing each other on the street. Interested in what they were doing, you and your friend kissed, thinking that it was weird and dismissing it. That had been your first kiss, a rather embarrassing one, but it was nothing compared to the way Anakin kissed you. He kissed you like there was a purpose to every single move of his muscles. He kissed you like you were forbidden fruit and he was starving.

His other hand came up to the back of your neck, tangling in your hair and keeping your face close to his. For just a moment his tongue slipped into your mouth and you made a small sound, butterflies swarming in your stomach. You tried to mimic what he was doing, going with your instincts and grasping onto his bicep, feeling the taut muscles under your touch.

Everything about yours and his actions were needy and hungry, wanting each other with such need that you had pushed down for so long. All of it seemed to come out of you like crashing waves. The kissing was nice, though after a while you needed more, you were dying for more of him. Please, Anakin, you thought.

What do you want, Padawan? He asked through his thoughts to you, hand coming to caress your face to look down at you. You looked into those big, blue eyes of his that never ceased to awaken something within you.

“You, Anakin, I want you,” You whispered to him, as if someone was going to hear if you talked too loud. “Please.” You thought that you probably sounded like someone desperate, and in a way you were, you had waited for this forever and had convinced yourself that it would never happen. But he thought the exact opposite, he marvelled in the way that you looked at him, wanting to show you how much you truly meant to him. The attraction and lust was there, intermingled with something more that neither of you dared to acknowledge.

He didn’t hesitate to give you what you wanted, slowly inching you towards the bed and helping you rest on your back, the silk sheets against the back of your arms and neck. Anakin was quick to follow, climbing on top of you and connecting his lips onto the skin right below your jaw. His lips were soft like snowflakes falling onto your skin, creating a masterpiece on your skin like you were his canvas. It all felt too good, the Force heightening the sensations to an almost unbearable amount. It sent shockwaves to your core, igniting a feeling you often only felt during the late hours of the night.

Seeing how well your body responded to him, well, almost drove Anakin crazy. You were so willing, so ready for him that his mind became cloudy, the only thing he could make out was his thoughts of you. Nothing about the war, the Council, the fact that he was your Master . . . It all blew away with the wind. His lips trailed down from your jaw to your neck, paying extra attention to the places that made you breath out more than the others. Your hands found their respective place in his hair, feeling the softness of the dirty blonde curls between your fingers.

Your clothes suddenly felt foreign on your body, you wanted them off, you wanted his off so that you could see all of him. He seemed to hear your thoughts, humming against your skin and pulling away, pressing a soft, firm kiss to your lips and helping you get out of them, and in turn you helped him get out of his.

Anakin’s body was like nothing you imagined. He was breathtaking. You knew that he had a nice body because of all the training and countless amounts of physical strain he has been through, but looking at those abs that he had, along with the sun kissed skin he had, you felt your throat close up, feeling inferior to what he looked like. “You’re beautiful, Y/N,” He spoke to your thoughts. “Don’t ever think that you’re not.” And you believed him.

His hands came to your hips, fingers toying with the fabric of your underwear that was the only thing blocking him from seeing you fully. His eyes scanned you, taking in the sheer and utter beauty before him. He wanted to kiss, lick, and nip on every single inch of skin on you. He wanted to learn each and every single curve, hear every story behind your scars, and know just what touches would have you squirming from underneath him.

No one has seen you this exposed before. You didn’t know whether or not to feel embarrassed, because he seemed to know what he was doing. It was not that you had taken the Jedi code to heart, but you simply hadn’t known anyone that you found enough to take that last piece of innocence from you - no one except Master Skywalker. And only now did you actually realize what was going to happen.

Your whole body felt hot, needing to feel the release that was beginning to build up from all of his kisses and your imagination running its course. “Anakin,” You breathed out, not knowing how to form into words what you wanted from him. Of course he knew, he could feel your force signature morph into something almost sinful, something he was sure he was emitting himself. After all, neither of you were hiding anything anymore. He knew exactly what he was going to do to you so that he could hear the plethora of moans that he knew you had just for him, wanting to hear his name come off of your lips in pleasure.

His head ducked down and kissed your hipbone, fingers hooking under your underwear and slowly sliding them off. Your eyes stayed on his actions, mouth forming into an ‘O’ when you realized what he was going to do. He was going to use his mouth on you. These were only things that you thought in your deepest, darkest fantasies, like he had reached into those parts of your mind and did exactly what you wanted.

As if Anakin was just tempting you, he pressed another slow kiss to the inside of your thigh and then did the same thing to the other side. Your hips lifted up only slightly, showing him that you couldn’t wait much longer. A chuckle left him, eyes reaching your own and saying, “Eager?” You weren’t even ashamed when you shook your head, keeping eye contact with him as he licked a bold stripe right up your slit. It felt as if an earthquake hit your body, your back arching and hands gripping onto his hair.

He hummed against you, liking the way that you responded to his actions. If he had it his way, he would sit here with you like this for hours on end, bringing you up to that high place again and again until you were a wrecked mess before him. It made him simply go crazy to think that he was the first person to ever do this to you, that he would be the first of anyone to hear those moans and profanities that slipped from your cherry kissed lips. Anakin’s own thoughts made him groan out, a noise that you played on repeat in your mind as your eyes screwed closed.

Your thighs quivered beside his face, attempting to squeeze shut so that you could keep him there forever. But his hands came and held them in place, fingers digging into your muscles that gave in to his touch like it was nothing. You were putty in his hands, the only movement you had was your hands pulling on his hair and the arch of your back while he lapped his tongue against you with no mercy.

“Stay still,” He told you, pulling away for a moment to lick what was left of you on his lips. You nodded, chest heaving and heart sinking at the loss of contact. But Anakin didn’t leave for long, his mouth on your clit accompanied with one of his fingers circling your entrance. You nearly lost it when he dipped his middle finger in experimentally, gauging your reaction. You could feel the coil in your stomach start to tighten, which only amplified once his finger pushed into you all the way.

You didn’t even attempt to try and censor the obscenities that came out of your mouth, mixed in rhyme with his name. Anakin. Anakin. Anakin. It was the only word that felt real in your mind.

You waited for that final jump towards a euphoric end, but it never came. Instead Anakin pulled away from you and his fingers left, making you feel uneasily empty. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was pulling down his boxers, taking his cock into his hands and watching as you almost became slack jawed - realizing what was about to happen. A moment of worry nestled its way into your mind, making your heart thump. If anyone was to find out, you would surely not be accepted back into the Order. You would never be able to have Anakin again. Jedi were not to fear, and yet here you were, fearing that you would lose the one person that you cared about - the only one you knew cared about you.

It was your moment to choose. You knew that if you backed out, at least you would be able to work under him still and not have his affections. It would be better than never seeing him again. And yet, you couldn’t see your life without him, all of him. Not just the side that was your Master.

Anakin sensed your worry, taking your chin in his hands so that you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” He asked you, not wanting to move forward before you were ready. And God, were you ready.

And with all the courage that you mustered up, you gave him a small smile and said, “Yes.” You felt like you were flinging yourself off of some sort of cliff, or even more sinfully feeling like you were Persephone, cutting up her own slice of pomegranate and looking right into Hades eyes as she tasted the fruit, securing your fate that you would stay with him. You would stay with Anakin, even if it was only for this night.

He nestled between your legs and you could feel his tip press against your entrance. Air was caught in your lungs, sitting up on your elbows so that you could see as he eased himself into you. A sting of pain and a subtle feeling of pleasure was seated inside of you, watching as his cock be enveloped by you inch by inch. Anakin hissed at the feeling, you were so goddamn tight and he never wanted to stop from being inside of you. Once all of him was inside, he leaned over so his head was in the crook of your neck, pressing a kiss to your searing skin as you adjusted to him bottoming out.

You urged him to continue, thinking that the discomfort would soon go away with time. And you were eager to get all of him that you could, temptation coming forward instead of reason. He pulled out all the way then eased himself back in, continuing the slower pace and watching your reaction before him, your hands reaching to his back and finding their place there. One of his hands kept your legs open, taking you by your thigh and hoisting it up.

It took all that he could muster to not just ram into you, the want starting to cloud his judgment. The Force felt as if it was pushing both you and him towards each other, the connection almost driving each of you crazy. “You feel . . .” He started. “You feel so good.” That alone, along with the raspiness in his voice, made a fire erupt in your stomach. You sighed in response, eyes fluttering closed once again.

And then, much to his surprise, you whispered, “Go faster, Anakin.” You needed him so bad you felt like you were going to explode, lust enveloping the both of you and intertwining with your Force energies.

He didn’t need to be told twice, and he gripped onto the leg he lifted up, beginning a slightly faster rhythm that had you arching your neck and eyes rolling to the back of your head. Anakin was so big, stretching you out in just the right way that had you almost keeling over if he hadn’t had such a tight grip on you. Your one leg wrapped along his waist, heel digging into his back while his pace increased.

This angle he had you in made you yelp and moan shamelessly, not caring if people all the way in the capital could hear you as you yelled his name like a prayer. His pace finally became a fast rhythm and you found comfort in being to finally feel nothing but pleasure with every deep stroke he made.

In this place, it was only you and him. Like you were in your own little place of paradise where you could explore each other in every way. There was nothing that could take this moment from you or him, this moment would forever be engraved in your mind for many years to come, remembering the way that he moaned out your name and the way he looked when you opened your eyes to peek at his face. His brows were furrowed, sweat beading on his forehead and mouth spilled open saying nothing but your name.

He made you feel so good, so euphoric that the fire grew and grew, becoming a wildfire raging inside of you. And you looked so heavenly to him, the way that your eyes only looked at him, breasts bouncing with every harsh thrust he gave you. You took him so well, like you were made for only him. His hips brushed against your own, hand coming up to caress your cheek, forcing you to look at him in the eyes.

You weren’t going to last much longer. Not with the way that he was pounding into you with sheer force you didn’t know was possible until now. But you didn’t want this to end, you never wanted this to end in fear that things would go back to the way they were before. You would have to try and forget that this ever happened. It wasn’t something you wanted to do and didn’t even know if you had the strength to do it. After this moment both of you would be connected.

You made a guttural noise, teetering over the edge of what felt like a wave of bliss. This was it, there was no way that you could keep yourself from it now. It only took a singular deep stroke of his cock to send you right over the edge, your back arching and body spasming, his name rolling off of your tongue in the most sinful way you have ever said it before. Your hands gripped for any part of him that you could reach, groping his muscles to keep him close to you. He didn’t stop moving inside of you, making you ride it out even harder as he chased his own high.

You were so sensitive as he fucked into you, giving you no mercy. He groaned as you came, watching the way that your eyes screwed shut and mouth opening in as you sucked in harsh breaths. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was close, wondering if he was going to cum inside of you or pull out before he did. He did the latter, taking one more deep stroke before pulling out. Anakin was about to start stroking himself with his hand but you rushed with your own to meet him there, using your own and pumping a few times.

A string of profanities came from his lips as he came, white hot liquid spurting onto your stomach, dripping like beads coating your skin. He had no shame as he shuddered, muscles flexing with every passing second. He drank in your body, seeing how wet you were for him, how soft your hand was on his cock, how much he longed to see you like this more times before you and him left back for the war. And soon enough he was finished, the only thing between both of you was both of your panting breaths.

Anakin moved to grab something on the floor, realizing that it was the shirt he had on before and moving to wipe your stomach off, dropping it to the floor and coming to lay down next to you. You winced for a moment as you moved to look at him, his own eyes staring at the ceiling. You were scared of what was to come next, if there was anything that was supposed to come next. You knew that the two of you couldn’t be together, at least openly, though it was even risky to continue doing something like this in private.

“Anakin,” You called out to him, forcing him to look at you. “What will happen next?”

“I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know,” He responded. All he knew was that he wanted you, again and again. In the domestic moments and in the explicit ones like before. You were so tantalizing, and he realized now that because he had tasted the forbidden fruit that was you, he would never be able to stop. There was simply no way that he would be able to conceal his want for you from you anymore.

You waited for his answer, knowing that it would probably be one you didn’t want to hear. But for the second time this evening, Anakin surprised you again.

He leaned over and kissed you.

And you knew his answer from that.

[chokemeanakin]

Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader 👄💦 (smut)

Summary: Reader & Anakin see each other after being gone on a mission for weeks, they do some catching up iykwim. (Anakin’s a tease and reader is kinda shy woops) ((this is kinda vague. basically he eats your pussy like a champ👀))

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read it on ao3

You were disappointed to see that Anakin wasn’t in your room when you got back. You had both been deployed on separate missions to opposite ends of the galaxy, and hadn’t seen him in weeks. In fact, you hadn’t seen another human in weeks, except for the clones when they took their armor off. The planet you had been stationed on was inhabited by a race of squid-looking people, who were warm and welcoming to you-- that is, until you took off your hood and showed them that you were a female. Then their backward traditions came to light, and you had to stop yourself from returning to Coruscant and leaving the squid-people defenseless against the Separatists.

The amount of times you had been overlooked by their leaders, your words ignored and belittled just because you were a girl… it was ridiculous. They acted like you weren’t even there when you were the one in charge of the mission, and you didn’t even get a thank you after you drove the last Separatist ship away from their planet. One fellow had even requested you work in the sustenance unit, to put your hands to better use...

You didn’t think anyone still upheld those ideals, and you had no idea why the Republic wanted to defend people like that. 

It came to be that much more of a relief when you got to your ship that evening, finally leaving the planet only to see a hologram message from Anakin waiting for you. He, too, was done with his mission, and would be returning to Coruscant the same time as you.

Or at least, that’s what he said.

You sighed, closing the door behind you as you walked into your empty apartment. The call of Anakin’s name went unanswered, and none of the lights were on. Maybe he got held up somewhere.

You decided to take advantage of the time you had alone to wash up from the mission. Weeks of stress and turmoil washed off of you in the shower, replaced by honey scented soap. You got out of the shower and put on a t-shirt and underwear to sleep in. When you walked into your bedroom towel drying your hair, your breath caught in your throat.

“Anakin!”

Oh, it was so good to see him again. You dropped the towel and bounded onto the bed where he was laying with his legs crossed at the ankles, arms folded beneath his head. He switched the tv off when he saw you. “When did you get back?” 

His arms immediately wrapped around you, tucking you under his chin as you smooshed yourself into his chest. “Just a few moments ago. We had to take a slight detour to drop Plo Koon off at another station, but I raced here as fast as I could.”

“Thank god. I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” his voice was soft, sincere, and you couldn’t help but answer it by tipping your chin up to capture his lips in a warm, lingering kiss.

His flesh hand lifted to cup your jaw, grazing your cheek with his thumb. God, you missed this. Feeling his hair tangled in your fingertips, reveling in the warmth of his body beneath your own, tasting his lips while tracing them with the tip of your tongue--

“Wait,” Anakin broke away, lips millimeters apart from yours. You opened your eyes to meet his, which were swimming with curiosity. “How did your mission go?”

“It was successful,” you offered vaguely, reaching back up to continue the kiss. He humored you for a moment, then pressed you back again. 

“Did you get the Separatists off the planet?”

“Of course I did,” you framed his lips with yours, harder so that he would just shut up and focus on you already. 

“Were you hurt?” somehow he had managed to pry you off once again. You let out a groan, headbutting his collarbone.

“No, I’m fine, now would you knock it off with the small talk and just kiss me? I feel like I haven’t seen you in years and right now I need you...”

Anakin’s face morphed into a sly grin at this.

“You need me, huh?”

“You have no idea how sexist those people were,” you mumbled, glaring at his neck. His hand shifted to the back of your head, lightly scratching the hair there which sent pleasurable tingles down your spine.

“I’m sorry… they’re kind of known for that. I thought the Council would have warned you at least.”

“Yeah, well, I never have to see them ever again,” you huffed, looking up at him. The sight of his face always seemed to take your breath away, but now you were melting under his sweet gaze with a newfound appreciation. He had always been nothing but generous and respectful toward you. Nothing like the irreverence you were treated with back at that planet. “Please, can we just…”

Anakin pressed his smile to your lips, finally giving in to your needs. You allowed yourself to fully melt into him, and now that he was just as invested as you, the kiss took on a whole new level of intensity. It started off soft, and slow, a ‘hello again’ after so much time apart. But soon he tilted your head to get a better angle, slipping his tongue past your lips to deepen the kiss. Your heartbeat picked up, hands fisting the material of his shirt as you shifted to sit on his lip. He, however, was not having that.

“Whoa--” you breathed as he hooked a leg around yours, flipping you around so your back was now on the bed and your head in the pillows. The bed bounced beneath you but he wasted no time in connecting his lips back to yours. He missed you too, you could feel it in the way he breathed you in, his hands running over every inch of your body like he was mapping it out for the first time.

You could stay right here, kissing him like this forever.

However, his mischievous fingers had other plans. He trailed them down your sides, over your hips, slipping under the material of your sleep shirt. He didn’t go up any further, ever the gentleman, instead just tracing the skin just above the elastic line of your underwear.

“No bra?” he pulled back an inch, smirking down at your very obviously prominent peaks. They were making an appearance from under your shirt, and you rolled your eyes at him.

“I’m wearing pajamas, Anakin.”

“I’m not complaining,” he leaned back in, this time sneaking his hands higher and higher. The butterflies in your stomach fluttered alive, furiously flapping their wings in your stomach. But this was fine. This was okay. He had seen this part of you before, and he had loved it. There was no need to be shy about this.

Anakin’s hands cupped your breasts at the same time his teeth closed over your bottom lip, nibbling it lightly. You gasped, hooking a leg around his waist as you found yourself needing to be closer to him, needing more of him.

As his mouth drifted from your lips and painted a trail down your neck, you got to work undoing the belt he had on around his waist. It was hard work, especially when Anakin was distracting you with his lips sucking a mark into your neck and his hands massaging your breasts, but you managed to get the job done and flung the belt over the side of the bed.

“Off,” you ordered, pushing the leather armor off his shoulders and discarding it, too. Before you could get to the last layer, his hot mouth closed around your nipple over your shirt. The feeling made you gasp, and you wondered why he didn’t just take your shirt off. He was too preoccupied it seemed, too caught up in that one-track mind of his, his mission now set on a different location. He pushed your shirt up to your ribcage so he could plant open mouthed kisses to the skin of your navel, heading down, down, down.

“Wait--” you called out hoarsely, the butterflies tornadoing inside you with a vengeance. Anakin’s intentions were clear, but the thought of that was suddenly too much, it was too intense, you were too hot--

He stopped his descent immediately, lifting his head from the edge of your pantyline. His lips were red and swollen from kissing, bangs falling into his face, pupils almost black with lust. “Are you alright?”

“I...” It was those damn butterflies. They were always holding you back, always telling you that you shouldn’t. But you couldn’t help how nervous Anakin’s heated gaze made you, how the thought of him down there where no one else had ever been before simultaneously made you want to combust with humiliation and pleasure at the same time. “I’ve never done that before.”

He knew this. You had talked about it before, early on when you thought he’d expect something from you and then get bored and leave when you didn’t put out. But he didn’t do that, of course he didn’t, he was Anakin Skywalker. And he loved you too much to push you to do something you weren’t comfortable with.

“We can stop, if you’d like. Or we could go back to just kissing.”

There he goes again, being that perfect gentleman. So caring, so sweet, and so thoughtful of the way he was making you feel. He only ever tried to make you comfortable and happy, and you trusted him for that. Your mind began to work in overdrive, working through the butterflies, grasping desperately for a strand of confidence. What’s the worst that could happen, anyways? If you were going to do this with anyone, the obvious choice would be Anakin.

“No,” you could barely believe the word had made it past your lips. “I don’t want to stop.”

This surprised him too.

“Are you sure?” he pushed himself onto his elbows, furthering the distance between you two so you could think more clearly. “There’s no pressure to do anything tonight.”

“I said I wanted you,” you pushed him back down by the shoulders, his warmth returning to your skin. “I meant it.”

There was a flurry of activity in your gut in response to the wicked grin Anakin gave you.

Oh god… your mind screamed. What had you gotten yourself into.

“You can tell me to stop at any time,” he reminded you before leaning back down to press a wet kiss to your hip bone. “I mean it.”

Unable to trust your voice, you nodded.

He turned his full attention at mouthing the delicate skin of your hip, no doubt working a mark there as a reminder for tomorrow. He kissed across your belly, to your other hip, lightly nibbling as his hands ventured downward.

He skipped past your intimate area, to your relief, instead heading for the tops of your thighs. He squeezed reassuringly, hands sliding down to your knees. His lips followed in their wake, first kissing his way down your left leg, then your right. He was drawing it out for your sake or for his, you weren’t sure, but the longer he gave you, the more you were able to control the raging nerves screaming at you to back out.

And the more heat seemed to pool in your underwear.

No matter how anxious you were for Anakin to see your most private parts, the longing for his touch there overshadowed it. You were certain you wanted this, it was just getting there that was the hard part.

After returning to the top of your thigh of your right leg, Anakin tugged it open a couple inches, just so that he had enough room to continue his foray into the soft skin of your inner thigh. It was a new feeling, sensitive to the press of his lips and warmth of his tongue. You gripped the sheets, squirming in anticipation as he took his time exploring this new area you had given him.

Finally, he was done, and he hovered over your heat. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting, waiting, waiting…

Suddenly there was a shadow over you, and you felt lips attach to the side of your neck again.

What the hell?

“Anakin?” you asked, fingers loosening their grip on the bed sheets. He hummed in acknowledgement, raising his face to be level with yours.

“I thought…”

His blue eyes stayed trained on you, waiting patiently for you to finish.

“I thought you were going to…”

“What?” He wasn’t being serious. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Of fucking course. He wanted you to say it. Because carrying through with it wasn’t embarrassing enough, he just had to make this harder for you.

You wanted to be mad at him, but the thing was… he had already gotten you all worked up. And now you couldn’t imagine backing out. Your core pulsed in time with your heart, pooling with heat, yearning for relief. You rolled your hips, hoping to get a bit of friction to no avail. You had no choice but to play his little game.

“I want you to…” you wracked your brain, searching for a way to say it without sounding disgusting and idiotic. Dirty talk was not your strong suit, and he knew it. “Kiss me.”

“You want me to kiss you?”

You nodded, cheeks blazing.

He leaned down and placed his lips on your quickly, gently, then pulled away.

“No…” you whined, the feeling in your womanhood intensifying with each moment it went unattended to. “Not there.”

“Then where?” his smile was wry, tone teasing. God, you were so going to get him back for this some day. 

He ducked his head to kiss the base of your neck, then looked up at you. “Here?”

“No.”

He hooked your shirt under his hands and lifted it over your head, then planted his lips on the exposed skin of your right breast. “Here?”

“No.”

He moved to the left. “Here?”

You moaned impatiently, shaking your head as you tried pushing yourself upward on the bed to get him to his destination faster. He locked you in place with an iron grip to your hips.

“Here?” he questioned innocently, pressing a kiss to your sternum.

“No.”

You don’t know how long he spent peppering teasing kisses all over your body, but it was enough to get you writhing under him, each swipe of his lips burning more than the last. By the time he got to the place you desired most, you were a right mess.

“Here?” he looked up at you with a devilish glint in his eyes, the feeling of his breath on you sending shockwaves through your body. He was so close, so close, if you just tilted your hips up a little bit… He pinned them to the bed.

“Yes,” you panted. “There, please there.”

His face twisted into a wry smile. “Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Your breath caught in your throat with the first touch of his tongue on your underwear. The contact was so light, you could barely feel it over the material. You looked down at him, watching him drag his tongue in the softest line from your hole to your clit. There was that pressure, that sweet, delectable pressure, but you needed more--

“So eager…” he purred, lips ghosting over your nub. You weren’t sure how much more of this torture you could take. If you had known Anakin would have been this much of a tease…

He suddenly pressed his palms to the insides of your thighs, spreading them. Then, he dipped his fingers under the elastic band of your underwear, and pulled them down your legs. Your cheeks burned furiously as you saw a string of slick connect your throbbing core to your panties.

“Fuck,” Anakin breathed, biting his lip. His eyes were trained so intently on you, on the most intimate part of you. You couldn’t bear to watch. You laid back flat, covering your eyes with your arm to hide yourself.

Your heart began slamming against your ribs as you felt his arms hooks under your thighs, keeping them spread apart, and pulling you closer to him. You could feel his breath on you for real now, nothing in the way. And it was making you absolutely fall apart.

His fingers made first contact with you. He thumbed apart your slit, looking at your opening.

“Gorgeous,” he murmured before swiping a thumb over it, collecting the wetness. His touch was extremely gentle as he spread it over your clit. 

It was hard to swallow. Your face was feverish, your body sweating and writhing and yearning for his touch. He had you locked in his iron grasp, forcing you to take the little he gave you.

It seemed like an eternity before he finally, finally, finally lowered his mouth to you.

The feeling was heaven. A whimper escaped your mouth before you could stop it, and you bit down on your arm to muffle the rest of your sounds as his lips pressed an open mouthed kiss to your core. His tongue darted out, sliding between your folds, tasting you. He hummed in appreciation, the vibrations pleasuring you further.

You wanted to move, to grind against his face, to get him to that pulsing nub that was begging for attention. But his arms around your thighs were holding you so tight, there was no room for leeway. He worked at an agonizingly slow pace, continuing his teasing torture as you fell apart beneath him.

“Anakin,” you hissed, sucking in a breath. He trailed a line down now, tracing your hole with his tongue. “Anakin, please.”

 “I’ve got you, baby,” the words were murmured into you, his lips wet with your slick. You cried out when he licked up to your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it lightly into his mouth.

“Fuck,” you cursed, back curving off the bed. You bit down on the flesh of your wrist, gripping at the bedsheets so hard your fingers went numb with the other. He did it again, kissing the sensitive bundle of nerves like he would your mouth before twirling his tongue around it. You were fully wrecked beneath him, even before he began to circle your entrance with his flesh finger.

“This okay?” he asked, and the sight of his eyes locked on you while his head was between  your legs, lips wet with your pleasure, was almost enough to send you over the edge. You nodded, mewling in bliss as he slowly sunk his finger in.

This wasn’t supposed to feel so good. 

You had tried fingering yourself alone before, as most people explore their bodies. But the angle was just never right, your finger not long or thick enough, and you never really felt anything. Now, though-- now it was like nothing you had ever experienced before.

His lips returned to your clit, massaging it with that talented tongue of his. Your breathing was erratic, body trembling, unsure of how to handle so much pleasure at once. 

“Does that feel good?” Anakin purred against your heat. “Mm? Yeah?”

You whimpered around your arm, nodding your head.

“I can’t hear you, sweetheart,” he removed his mouth and suddenly pressed down on your clit with his mechanical thumb. Fireworks erupted behind your eyes, your nub pulsing against the metal. 

You released your arm from your teeth, noting the many crescent marks now engraved into your skin. “Yes, it feels good,” you mewled. “It feels so good.”

“Good girl,” he rewarded you by flicking your clit with his thumb and sinking his finger back into you at the same time. You cried out in ecstasy, balling the bedsheets into your fists. “You think you can take another?”

You nod furiously, already feeling the second digit begin to stretch you open. You’d never been able to fit two fingers before, but he seemed to slide in with little effort. The feeling of being full-- at least this full-- was amazing. Especially when he swiveled his fingers around, getting you used to the feeling, searching for a spot in your walls.

It felt like you had been struck by lightning. The sudden pleasure had you wail in surprise, keening around his fingers as he rocked them smooth and slow in and out of you, hitting that spot every time. With each pump, you saw white.

“That’s it, baby, just like that,” he encouraged you, knowing you were close to finishing. The feeling had been building up for a while now, and you were so close, so high up on the cliff, teetering over the edge, but he kept holding back that last bit that would send you over. It was purposeful, you knew, and the frustration sent tears to your eyes.

He mouthed at your clit again, warm and wet and good, but as soon as he felt you clench around him he would pull back, denying you of relief.

Sounds left your mouth that you didn’t even know you could make. Whimpering, mewling, gasping, panting, moaning. The pleasure was so intense that you dug your hands into his hair, trying to push his head away from you. He responded by pinning your arms to the bed above your head with the force. You really were at his full mercy now, being forced to just take it.

You couldn’t even beg him to make you cum because you couldn’t form words anymore.

Suddenly, his fingers pressed in deep and hard against that spot. It would have had you shooting off the bed if he wasn’t holding you to it. At the same time, his mouth suctioned around your clit, tongue lapping it as he sucked it into his mouth. Your eyes rolled back into your head, body tensing up with each muscle as waves and waves of pleasure slammed into you. Your breath caught in your throat, cutting off your moan as your back arched impossibly off the bed. Your voice returned in a drawn out whimper as you desperately rutted against him, riding out your orgasm.

You came so hard reality left you for a couple seconds. You forgot where you were, what your name was, who’s hand you were suddenly crushing between your fingers-- all you knew was the pleasure.

You couldn’t hear for a couple of minutes after coming down. Your head was pounding and there was a slight ring in your ears, that was it. Slowly, your senses returned to you, your body stopped twitching with aftershocks, and you fell limp.

Anakin carefully tugged his fingers out of you, and released your thighs. He gently closed them and crawled up next to you, slipping an arm under your head to pull you into his body.

“You did so good for me, baby,” he kissed the wet trail your tears had made on your cheeks. You turned your head to meet his lips, wanting to taste the shiny slick coating them. 

Right now, you had been reduced to useless mush. But once you got control over your body again, you were going to get him back for the sweet, agonizing torture he had just put you through.

[kyberphilosopher]

Tʜᴇ Nᴇᴘᴇɴᴛʜᴇ

part ii of ‘the Caim’. 

word count: 4790

.✫*ﾟ･ﾟ｡.★.*｡･ﾟ✫*.  Nepenthe... (n.) one that brings a pleasurable sense of forgetfulness, or the erasing of an unwanted memory.

It felt better than last time, at least. 

No, it wasn’t perfect. Nothing was ever perfect when it came to wartime- least of all emotional well-beings. But you had once been at the lowest of all points, and now you could say otherwise. Now, at least, your emotional state was better than others. Better than comrades, friends, and those who you dearly missed without even being allowed to. 

You had known it was a silly thing to do from the very beginning. For one, it was against the code you had sworn to uphold and heed. You knew the Jedi would never have approved of what you allowed to take place, but the sincerity of it all had admittedly clouded your judgement. Secondly, it was simply ridiculous enough of you for encouraging it to begin with. It was even more ridiculous to continue to cling onto what had happened, all within the confines of a slim, onyx box. 

The parchments were fragile from time, but protected from how well you’d treated them. You’d been sure not to crinkle the pieces anymore than you’d needed to. Even taken extra care in not smearing the ink when your thumbs were rubbing over top of it. With a rather unrealistic fear of the papers turning to dust at the very mention of the air, you rarely took them out to see with your own eyes. 

But what in the wide open galaxy could’ve been so precious, someone would never take them out out of fear of oxygen? 

Treasures from your worst time, of course. From Umbara, when you had been called to fill in for General Kenobi and Skywalker on a month long mission in retaking the shadowy world. It hadn’t taken long for you to lose any notion of spirit to exhaustion. Your body and soul had turned sour with a dull ailment, as if you were dressed in the feeling of dry throat. But, of course, you had been prepared to ride this feeling out until the end of your task. 

And then something had made it far more bearable. First only a little, then a lot. 

No, you were never able to prove it. But you knew. And in return, Rex knew that you knew. Whether he noticed your demeanor and mood or not was irrelevant. What mattered was that the man had taken time out of his rather busy schedule to write you small, but simple, declarations of his admiration for you. It was probably the nicest things anyone had ever done for you, and the Captain had done it purely out of his own golden heart. 

So, that was what you kept in the box. Notes from the man who had touched you deeply, and therefor carried you to the end. 

You hadn’t seen Rex since the second siege of Umbara- the mission you’d been involved with. But that was about five months ago now. You had already returned to your own battalion, returned to your own battles, returned to the people who were already counting on you. You still saw Anakin and Obi-Wan fairly often, even aided the latter in a space battle against Grievous. Other than that, you worked with General Plo Koon in guarding the skies. And all was well.  

You never asked about Rex. Though you desperately wanted to inquire of his health, it would’ve been too off putting for both your colleagues and your own men. After all, nobody knew what had transpired between the two of you. And even then, neither you nor the Captain acknowledged it. So it wasn’t like you had much of a right to any concern for him anyway. You weren’t his lover, or even his friend. You were a superior, and it was not much allowed to act as though there was anything more to it. 

Though as your fingers ghosted over the last slip of paper he had written to you, a certain fondness was hard to deny. 

“ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ᴡᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ, ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ, ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ.” How were you just supposed to forget that? Though you supposed that must’ve been the mans intention. He hadn’t wanted you to forget it, even if it was a bit of a distraction to both of your duties.

With a slow exhale from your nose, your thumb strokes the corner of the parchment a final time. Then, you fold the paper back up, stack it up in line with the other pieces, and carefully place them back in the black box. You only have to lean over in your sitting position to place the box under the shelf you call your bed. Once you sit up again, you’re met with the boring gray walls of the inside of a Venator. And without realizing it, the last thing you think of before you lay down for sleep, is how you’d much rather be looking at a certain Captain instead. 

You would get your wish.

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You grip the table in front of you as your ship jolts. Overhead, lights lining the ceilings and walls flash red like sirens. A few of the officers and men around you stumble as well, and you just know a trillion more problems are arising. 

“C’mon Plo...” you urgently hiss under your breath. “Hurry up, please.”

As if on cue, you watch his star-fighter spin outside the bridge window, closely followed by a spray of enemy shots. A low trill from in front of you grabs your attention instead, and you raise your head to meet your fellow Jedi.

“General Y/N?” Anakin inquires importantly. “Are you there?”

Another shake runs through your ship, causing your knuckles to pale from the intensity of holding on. “I’m here,” you answer. “Our forces are overpowered. General Koon won’t be able to hold out for much longer. I suggest we-” another shake of your ship. “I suggest we pull back.”

General Skywalker nods his head firmly, then looks around with darting eyes. “We’re coming out of hyperspace now, General. Whether or not we’ll be in one piece is up for debate, though.”

You raise an eyebrow in question. Your fellow Jedi know your lack of speaking enough to understand that this quirk is encouraging them to explain. “We’ve been... badly damaged. Admiral Yularen is out cold. If we stay on this ship, we’re done for.”

You nod as you get the message. “Understood,” you say, and the hologram disappears. “Open up the hanger and lower rear shields. Prepare for incoming escape pods,” you say to one officer. As he nods his head curtly, you raise your communicator to your lips and turn to the bridge window. “You hear that, Plo?”

“Affirmative,” the Kel Dor answers through blasts. 

“As soon as everyone arrives, I want us in hyperspace,” you say to your Admiral. 

It only took three moments before the giant window you looked out to was painted with blue and white streaks, and then a tunnel of indigo. A slow breath escapes you as anxiety quietly builds inside. Skywalker’s plan went horribly. He’d known the Separatist ships had outgunned you and Plo this time, but he insisted you hold your position. You had attempted to warn him against this, but clearly to no avail. Now you’re down a ship, Yularen, and several men. Not to mention all the shots your own cruiser had taken. 

“Plo,” you say into your communicator, slowly. “Do you read me?”

Silence. 

“Plo?” 

“I’m here.” You exhale in relief at the sound of his voice. “I’ve met General Skywalker in the hanger bay. They have wounded.”

“I’m on my way.”

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“General Y/N!” Anakin exclaims. His notorious smirk is creeping against the edge of his lips, and his hands are outstretched to make his words all the bolder. Despite his warm greeting, clones are being carried away in stretchers all around him, and your once clean bay is now streaked with skid marks. 

“I have to say, this is one of your worse landings,” you tell him once you enter earshot. Unlike the man in front of you, you were not one to shout your half of the conversation from across the room. You nod once to General Plo as he passes you by.

“Yeah, well, I improvised.”

Clearly, you think as you watch a Clone remove his helmet and gasp for air. 

“We lost a whole squadron of men,” Anakin continues. “Yularen was injured while we were out flanked. And Obi-Wan...” Anakin sighs and squares his jaw. “Obi-Wan’s gonna kill me.”

What about Rex? You resist the urge to scream. Instead, you say, “I can cover you for this one.”

“No,” the man says quickly. He folds his arms somewhat bitterly, though you know it’s not directed towards you. “No. It’s my mistake.”

You’ve barely opened your mouth before someone else steals your attention again. Behind you, a distorted voice rings clear and true. “General Skywalker,” it calls, and your heart gives a great pound, even though you’ve heard the voice over a thousand times today.

You shift your body so you’re half facing the voice. You watch a trooper in blue marked armor march up to where you and your comrade stand. Helmet scarred with tally marks... Blasters on both hips... The appearance only confirmed what you had already known. 

Coming closer, Rex lifts his hands and removes his helmet from his head, revealing his face. 

Maker, had he always looked like this? Or was this a trick of your brain from a new addiction to him?

Bleached hair cut close to his head, striking features and golden eyes. Angular as ever, but symmetrical nonetheless. You hadn’t really experienced attraction much in your life. The Jedi code kept barred you from it, and you hadn’t much of a desire to really seek it out. But you had spent so much time wondering about the man that when you saw him again, even after all this time, you knew at once that not only was Rex attractive, but you were attracted to him. 

“Ah, Rex,” Skywalker says in turn. “Good to see you’re in one piece. I was just about to mention you to our host here.”

You watch the Clones pupils dilate as he bites the inside of his right cheek. Although you’re feeling the same amount of both excitement and anxiety as he is, his discomfort means more to you. In a quick but meaningful attempt to quell his rather put-on-the-spot feelings, you speak first. 

“Captain,” you say steadily. “I’m glad to see you well.”

What a poor thing to say. Could you truly not have thought of anything better to say to the man?

“How are the men?” Anakin asks from beside you, nearly making you jump. You’d momentarily forgotten where you were, and the fact that other people just so happened to exist. 

Rex dips his head. You can see the weight of stress against his shoulders, and a darkening shadow within his eyes. In the pit of your own stomach, a prick of guilt and empathy sparks. Is this how he had felt seeing you in such a state? Had it truly felt this jarring?

“They’re... heavily injured,” the Captain answers. A thumb rubs against the side of his helmet like a ghost, just over the tally marks. “We’re still counting the casualties.”

“If you’d like to help your men...” Anakin trails off. 

Rex snaps back to attention, his voice as clear and strong as any soldier. “I would. Will you be alright without me?”

“Rex,” Anakin assures with a lighthearted smile. “We’ll be fine. I’ll contact you if we need anything.”

Rex is sure not to make eye contact with you again as he goes. He silently questions Skywalker a few seconds longer with his large, amber eyes. Then he puts his helmet back over his face, turns around in uniform fashion, and heads to assist Kix in the corner. 

You knew how dedicated of a man he was before. He had his conflict, but he always put it aside for the greater good of those around him, meaning he was selfless as well. Rex remained hardworking and level headed, which didn’t surprise you much, but still. He impressed you with how he walked and talked and treated other people, you being one of them. Focused, diligent... there was so many things you could say about him. All of them flattering. Instead, you muttered:

“He always was a good man.”

“Well he hasn’t changed much since you saw him,” Skywalker elaborates. “I was hoping to promote him to Commander this year, but I doubt it will happen now.”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly as you turn back to your fellow Jedi. It’s a silent question of ‘why? what makes you say that?’.

Anakin takes a small step forward, which allows you to inhale his scent. It’s an intimate act, though not in a sexual nor romantic way. It’s an intimate act of secrecy, and you’re sure to give him your full attention in the coming moments. 

“Rex tends to... self deprecate.”

Your first instinct is to be somewhat offended on the clone Captain’s behalf. But your mind is quick to quiet this instinct, giving way to the logical answer. 

Skywalker isn’t wrong. Though his phrasing may not be the most accurate, it gets the point across. Rex does self deprecate. He shares the loss with everyone as if it were his own. As if he were responsible for the failure or wrongdoing whether he really was or not. And, sadly, most of the time he’s not. But he’ll never see it that way. 

The Captain considered all the men lost on this mission his fault. Anakin could offer Rex the position of Commander all he wants, but the clone would never accept after a mission like this. 

You turn back towards his direction. Rex crouches down next to his medic friend, occasionally nodding his head solemnly. Even now, in a state that tugs on the edges of your heart, he looks pretty. 

“How long do you expect to stay?” you ask with focused eyes. 

“I don’t know,” the Skywalker says with a sigh. “But you don’t mind if my men stay here while me and Obi-Wan do some recon, right?”

“No,” you answer slowly, the idea solidifying as you watch the Clone push himself to his feet. “Stay as long as you need.”

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You wrote it out carefully. The grip around the pen was tight and secure, and the letters that bled from it were tiny and neat. In an age where holopads ruled the galaxy, you’d almost forgotten what your handwriting was like. It was nice to remember. 

Writing was simple. It was more peaceful than holding a lightsaber, and you didn’t destroy anything through your hands movements. When the letters appeared at your will, you could imagine a life where they did this all the time. A life on the countryside maybe, or the beach. You’d heard Scarif was beautiful often. Maybe there?

The feeling of sullen peace doesn’t last long. As soon as you finish your statement, you’re back to being a Jedi knight. It saddens you in it’s own way, but you tell yourself it’s for the best, as you usually did. Then, you read your gift over in your head.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴀɴ.

It didn’t seem like it was enough, so you flipped the parchment over to the other side and wrote more. 

ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ.

And you meant what you had written, too. Rex, like any other Clone, didn’t deserve the guilt that war brought. He didn’t deserve the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders, but he had to bear it anyway. Maybe your little words with alleviate some of it for him, just as it had for you. 

I slip the paper between the folds of your robes. At nightfall, you creep into the darkness, a messenger of your own terms. 

You knew that Rex had received and read your offering. The moment yours eyes met, it was done for. 

You weren’t going to act out. Your face didn’t change in the slightest. Rex’s, however, has shifted his eyes into a widened state, and his lips are parted as he realizes what you have done. Whatever doubts he had about it were now quelled, for at first he had assumed it was a simply a kind soldier. 

Instead it was you, the Jedi he had thought about every day since first sight. 

Slowly, you raise your breakfast bread to your lips. Your teeth break through the little cloud of dough, savoring the dry taste. Rex seems to be paralyzed on the other side of the room. He doesn’t even seem to recognize that he’s in public, in a sea of clones and officers who would be able to read the look on his face if they squint enough. 

You hold the man’s stare for a few seconds longer. Then you turn away, just in time to catch Plo and Anakin approaching you. 

“General,” Anakin greets. You bow your head in recognition. 

“We received a transmission from General Kenobi and Windu this morning,” Plo booms. “They’re on their way to support us best they can, but they estimate they won’t be here for the next three days.”

Three days. You have three days to calm Rex’s nerves. 

You swallow down your bite of bread before you respond. “Any news of the enemy?”

“None so far.”

“We should send out scouts in all directions,” Anakin steps forward. “We have to locate Grievous before he escapes again.”

“He could’ve already jumped into hyperspace by now,” you urge. “Unlike him, we may not have that fuel. Not until Obi-Wan gets here.”

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Rex found the second note that evening. 

He’d already struggled to push the first from his mind, but now his head felt like it was filling with clouds. What should he have focused on? Your lingering scent on the cards? The cleanliness of your handwriting? The fact that it was from you? For him? Maker, he hadn’t even said thirty sentences to you, and he was already drunk with love. 

Not infatuation. Not lust. Love. 

With a shaky hand, the soldier purses his lips. He bends over in his blue painted armor. He feels the paper against the fingertips of his gloves. At once, he feels you too. He can’t turn it over fast enough. 

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ, ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ. ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ- ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴀʟʀɪɢʜᴛ? ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ.

Rex’s throat dries fast. The light in his ambers eyes resembles the embers of a fire, alive and awake with the spark of a promise. But the man knows there may be more, and he turns the parchment to the other side, nearly giving himself a paper slice. 

ɪ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴅᴏ, ʀᴇx.

It’s you. This confirms it. 

You’ve addressed him by name now. You’ve made it solid with the motion of your wrist and the ink of a pen. So how does Rex respond? Confront you directly? No. You’re his superior. Rex isn’t even fully sure he’d have the courage to do that yet. Lead his men into battle? Any day, no problem. Speak to you, with your piercing eyes and your analytical mind? His tongue would tie itself before he’d be able to get any words out. 

Should he write a letter in return? That’s not how this works. Rex remembers he’s out of paper at the moment anyway. He can’t talk to Anakin about it without getting you in trouble. Confiding in his brothers would’ve only led to frustration, lame advice, and court marshals. That’s not an option. 

The only other path is simple: no confrontation at all. Rex rides out the wave of your words until you split paths again. You disappear to do whatever it is Jedi do, and the Captain is forced back into having to find ways to inquire about your wellbeing to Anakin without seeming unnatural. 

But that doesn’t totally seem like an option either. 

Unknown to the man, you sit on security cameras. You watch as he stands outside the doorway of his barracks, clutching the note close to his chest, before you head to your sleep. 

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Rex is happier the next morning. 

His broad chest is puffed out further than before. It’s not noticeable for most people, but it’s noticeable for anyone who’s memorized the walk and posture of their lover. The same goes for the corners of his lips, which aren’t as dragged downwards as usual. His eyes are bright from a well rest. 

He is physically healthy. You can only hope his head is beginning to follow suit. 

You write him one note, which is read before lunch time. A simple:

ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɢʟᴏᴡ.

Which you could swear resulted in softer expressions on his part throughout the day. No smiles. The atmosphere was too grim and crowded for a full, cheery curve. It’s a bit of a shame, because you meant your words. The thought alone of Rex grinning in sheer joy is enough to make you want to grin too. Still, you understand. Disappointment and understanding tend to go well together. 

After overseeing some construction, you receive a cut along your palm. It is sharp and deep, and the crimson blood seeps into the crevices of your fingers. Despite the stinging, you offer little outside reaction. You are quick to carry yourself to the infirmary. 

Rex leaves the infirmary at the same time. 

You tell yourself you won’t turn to look at him. But then you hear him speak “General, are you alright?” and you abandon your internal swear. 

The promise of seeing his face is too tempting. You turn smoothly, meeting his eyes. “Yes,” you tell him, as if nothing ever existed between the two of you. “I’m alright.” Then your brows crease together. “Are you?”

Rex takes a split second to respond. He is distracted, trapped in his own thoughts thanks to you. “Oh- yes, General. I was just, ah, visiting Jesse. Some friends of mine were injured in the crash, sir.”

Your gaze softens considerably. Your next lines come out without thinking, but they flow as freely as a stream regardless. “You always were a kind man.”

Which isn’t a bad thing to say to anyone, by any means. But in relation to you and him, it feels like a big step. The words sound like something that should’ve been kept in between the folds of paper, and left by the side of a door. 

Both Rex and yourself tense up at the exact same time. Eyes widen, shoulders square. 

But Rex is true to his nature. “And you always had quite the way with words, General,” he says. The end of his sentence is capped with a clipped up smirk, and a charismatic glint in his eyes that is too raw to be untruthful. 

So the Captain finds another letter addressed to him that day, right before bed. 

ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀɪɴɢ.

And on the other side, 

ɪ'ᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ.

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And then it’s the last day that you’ll be together. The day you’d been dreading. The day you’d been putting off. 

You hadn’t meant to get so attached. It goes against your training, your code, everything you’ve sacrificed yourself for. But you’re too far in now. You are absolutely star struck, invested, and trapped in a rabbit hole created by Rex himself. Not that you blame him. You’re glad for it. You could be happy like this. 

You don’t want to lose him. Therefore, a line of thinking pops into your intelligent little brain. It wouldn’t solve all the problems. In fact, it would probably create more. But it would be binding. It would be official. You could escape. 

You wanted to. You wanted to go forward with your line of thinking. But Maker, it was a leap. Would it be worth it?

Yes. If you had to answer now, the answer would be yes. 

An entire section of your brain was dedicated to mulling it over the entirety of the day. Even as you commanded your troops, signaling and training and clutching the end of the holotable with your bandaged fingers, about seventeen percent of your brain power was stuck on the future. 

The answer was reached at the very last moment. 

As Obi-Wan emerged from hyperspace, along with several fighters, your mind went blank. And then the blankness washed away, and all you could feel was the simplicity of a crackling fire, the waves on a beach, and the promise of safety. You imagine yourself writing every day with pen and paper, creating whimsical works for yourself and your lover. There is nothing but peace. No war, nor responsibilities. Only the beach, the parchment, and Rex. 

Rex. 

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Your lover already received what he had assumed would be the last letter from you. He’d seen it in the morning. It was simple and sweet, and while it didn’t do much to soothe himself from the thought of parting from you, it had made him feel warm inside. 

ɪ ᴡɪꜱʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇꜱᴛ. ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ'ᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ, ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

So you can imagine the way his dark eyebrows knit together at the sight of another. 

Perhaps it was an accident. The Captain had been returning to his quarters to gather whatever belongings he’d left inside before transferring over to Obi-Wan’s cruiser with General Skywalker. No. That was a ridiculous thing to think. You were simply immune to making mistakes. 

Rex bends over. Again, his black gloved hand stretches out and clasps the parchment up. He is always careful with it, as to not crinkle the memories and sentiment wrapped within. Like you, he is sure to keep everything you send to him in either a box or an envelope for future reference. 

Your last note is not a statement. It is not a compliment to be taken at face value. It is a question, a proposal. It is a leap of faith. 

You got your answer the next morning. Before loading himself onto the transport, your Captain is sure to meet your eyes. You step forward with one foot, searching for any signs. And for the first few seconds you are concerned that he has answered with a simple ‘no’, but then you realize that he is simply teasing. Something you’d have to get used to, it seems. 

Rex gives you a smile. A soft one, but a sincere one. His right hand reaches up, and pats against his armor, right over his heart. He does this one, two, three times, before slipping his handsome face inside his helmet, and disappearing behind the visor. 

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You are married on Obi-Wan’s cruiser. General Koon sends you over the next day to obtain information in person instead of holograms for fear of bugs and spies. And, yes, you were true to your mission. 

But where no one could see you, you met Rex in a humid hallway. The lights were dimmed and near glowing red, but the area was totally cleared out. Neither clone, nor Jedi disturbed the lovers, whose shadows were looking into each others eyes.

Rex has your hands in his. They are rough, and a reminder of how you observed them and thought he had stood out at first sight. He still has the scar on his palm, though this time you have your own to match it. This time, you also match in terms of jewelry, for both of your left ring fingers are tethered by simple, silver bands. 

The kiss that sealed the idea was chaste at first. You hadn’t known what to do, though it hadn’t taken you long to through that thought to the wind. Kissing Rex felt good, even if you had nothing to compare it to. It was the kiss you had been waiting for, and the tongue prodding at your lips had only confirmed your suspicions that Rex was an adventurous man. 

And so, in the hallway where the lovers met, all was well. 

At least until Order Sixty-Six came. 

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finally. 

might edit though, but i always say i’ll do that and then don’t. 

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Take a Break

A self indulgent fic based on the prompt: “Don’t get up-I’ll do it.”

Pairing: Wolffe X Reader

Length: 1042 Words.

You could see how exhausted your lover was.

You also knew he didn’t plan on taking a break anytime soon.

Wolffe was finishing up mission reports, a stack of unfinished datapads perched on the desk in front of him. If that wasn’t already enough, Wolffe had already told you that he wanted to slip down to the medical unit and check in on some of his injured troops.

Technically you weren’t even supposed to be here, you were a civillian. The most combat you had ever faced in your life was dealing with angry customer’s at the diner you worked at. On top of that, Clones weren’t supposed to love...

However there was quite a few people who knew of your relationship.

And that information was proven when you had received a encrypted message after your shift on your private comm channel you shared with Wolffe.

Come down to the barracks, I’ll let you in. Commander Wolffe is in his office.

Slinking down to the barracks, you had been shocked to see Wolffe’s General standing by the door’s. The friendly Kel Dor gave a nod as a greeting before opening the door, allowing you to slip inside.

“It was a long mission.” Plo Koon said, the two of you walking down the hall. “We lost too many.”

Your heart jolted, thinking of Wolffe’s brothers. You knew so many of them, all of them being kind and caring to you. It hurt every time they went away, knowing that you may not see some of them again.

“He’s locked himself away inside. Perhaps you can bring some happiness. I understand the two of you are close.” Their seemed to be a hint of amusement in his voice.

“Uh yeah...” You trailed off, “We’re pretty good friends.”

Your cheek’s warmed, but the Kel Dor looked to you.

“I believe we both know, little one, that friend’s is far behind your current status.” Plo Koon said.

“I wish you and Wolffe a pleasant night.” Plo Koon said, bowing before you.

The Jedi turned, walking back down the hall, leaving you before Wolffe’s office.

Which brought you back to the present.

“Cyar’ika...take a break.” You hummed, coming up from behind.

You slipped your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.

“Not right now. I have work to finish up...troops to visit.” Wolffe answered.

“And those things will all be waiting for you when you have a clear head.” You answered back.

“We don’t have to go back home...we can rest in your quarters...” You said.

Wolffe was quiet, and you knew he was beginning to think about your offer.

“Just a short rest my love, a quick nap? You’re tired...you need rest.” You said softly, pressing a kiss to his jawline.

Wolffe grunted, the datapad wavered slightly.

“I can’t...” Wolffe replied.

“You can...” You pleaded.

“After I finish.” Wolffe said, raising his datapad up again.

Oh boy. Look’s like you had to bring out the big guns.

Draping yourself further over Wolffe’s back you gave a soft sigh.

“I’m so tired, love.” You whispered.

Wolffe paused.

“I’m so cold without you in our bed...come lay down with me. Just for a little while?” You asked.

Wolffe hummed.

“Maybe for just a few minutes?” 

“Just a few minutes then...” You compromised.

You pulled away, letting Wolffe put his datapad down and follow you. You let Wolffe out first, shutting the lights off in his office. He wouldn’t be going back here until he got some well deserved rest.

You didn’t stay with Wolffe in his quarters very often, both of you felt more comfortable in your apartment, but drastic times called for drastic measures.

Boost and Sinker passed by and mouthed thank you’s to you. You smiled softly and wished them a good night as your brought your commander to his room.

Wolffe sank into his bunk as soon as the door shut behind you. You began to pull off his armor, starting with the chest plate.

Finally, Wolffe was left in his blacks and you crawled into bed with him. He wrapped you up in his arm’s, inhaling your scent as he relaxed.

“Just a few minutes cyar’ika...” Wolffe sighed.

You smiled, fingers running through his hair, a surefire way to get him to drift off to sleep.

“Of course my love...just a few minutes.”

When Wolffe finally drifted off to sleep and his breath evened out, you nearly squealed in pride. You had managed to get your stubborn-headed boyfriend in bed and sleep.

And then there was a sharp rapping at the door.

Wolffe was no stranger to sleeping lightly, especially in war...but even more so when he was home with you. It was his job to lead his brothers on the front, but it was his job to protect you when he was home.

His eye’s snapped open, but the exhaustion was evident as he struggled to keep them open.

“Nope..no...no...nope. You stay here. Don’t get up-i’ll do it.” You said, slipping out of bed and padding over to the door.

The door opened and the face of one of the new shiny’s blinked in surprise.

“uh-I think I got the wrong room?” The shiny asked.

“If your looking for Commander Wolffe. Yes. He won’t be available till nine. Come back then or check his office. If it’s an emergency you can visit the med center or speak with another CO.” You said.

“Yes!” The clone trooper saluted you, and turned away.

“What’s your name trooper?” You called out.

“CT-48-”

“No honey...your name.” You rephrased your question.

“Oh...it’s Clue.” Clue said.

“Alright Clue, I’ll tell Wolffe you stopped by...now go get some rest honey. You deserve it.” You smiled.

“Right away.” Clue said, returning the smile.

She slipped back into Wolffe’s arms and was happy to see that he had been dozing off again.

“Who was it?” Wolffe murmered, happily pulling you back into his chest.

“One of your newbies...Clue.” You answered.

“Good shiny...gonna be a good soldier.” Wolffe said.

“Yup...and you can check in with him tomorrow love...now shut your eyes and sleep.” You whispered.

“Just a few minutes...” Wolffe drawled.

“Just a few...” You replied, shutting your eyes and allowing yourself to drift off to sleep in your lover’s arms.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

It Shouldn’t Be You

Plo Koon x Reader (N: Master Y/N Dolrook)

Warnings/Content: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Force Bonds, Lightsaber Battles, Inappropriate Use of the Force. 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: Master Plo Koon is asked to seek the help of a woman who can save Master Fisto and destroy the weapons that are about to tear the planet in half. Sadness is all he feels at this request, in truth, the Council don’t want to ask him to do this at all, but there’s no other choice. He agrees and allows his mind to linger on things he’d rather not think of.

Chapter 14 - Preparations for Jestefad

In the dim light of your room, you and Plo held onto each other, just for a few moments and you both tried to regain your breath and took in what you had done together.

    It was proving difficult for Plo to breathe properly as he reached out for his mask, taking a few deep, relieved breaths. You did the same and you both laughed for a moment, discarding the masks again and being unable to let go of each other just yet.

    Plo pressed his mouth to your shoulder, he didn’t move, but you recognised him attempting to kiss you. You could almost feel tears forming as you understood just how deeply his love for you ran.

    Eventually you were able to lie down next to each other, Plo put his mask back on and brought the oxygen back into the room. You’d never felt your body so gloriously exhausted before, but something else was making it’s way to the forefront of your mind.

    ‘You feel it too.’ Plo said, you were laying with your back to his chest, his arm beneath you and the feel of his hand wrapped around your hip, his thumb running over the soft skin. It felt so domestic and right.

    ‘Yes.’ You whispered.

    ‘Our bond is deeper than it ever has been.’ Plo wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. ‘I find it hard to believe a creature such as yourself could ever willingly choose me, but now, I feel your love, I understand it better than ever.’

    As soon as he said it, you realised he was right, it was like you no longer had to explain anything to each other, you could feel each other’s emotions and understand them in a way that words could never justify.

 Plo stood in the command room with all the other Council members, including you. All of you discussing what to do about Jestefad and who would go.

    ‘I still think Master Plo and Master Dolrook stand a better chance.’ Fisto said through the hologram, he’d been sent off-world, as had Obi Wan and Master Windu. ‘The planet’s atmosphere will not be comfortable for either of you, but the terrain is what is concerning me.’

    ‘Agreed.’ Obi Wan nodded. ‘It’s rocky slopes would make it difficult for most of our equipment to scale them. Master Dolrook has a good chance at being strong enough to withstand the low oxygen and get to the base.’

    ‘What say you, Master Dolrook?’ Yoda turned to you.

    You had been quiet up to that point, Plo able to feel your thoughts and they were solely about the mission. You sucked in a quick breath.

    ‘The terrain is rocky,’ you said, moving the map to zoom in on where the base sat in the very centre of four or five hills of black stone. ‘But we could fly a ship over the top of the base and lower in a few troopers. The problem being-‘

    ‘We don’t know what’s there.’ Mundi finished your sentence.

    ‘Exactly.’ You nodded, sighing. ‘It might be best for either myself or Master Plo to go in and do some intelligence gathering before we consider how to dismantle to base. You’re right the planet’s atmosphere is extremely sparse and very few of us could hope to survive. The Dorin gas and oxygen issues make myself and Master Plo prime candidates. The Council should decide which of us will go.’

    ‘You don’t think you should go together?’ Master Windu’s eyebrow raised.

    ‘I think the mission would be more successful together,’ you nodded. ‘But these are Jedi hunters and as Master Plo has previously stated, one dead Jedi is better than two.’

    Windu folded his arms and observed you.

    ‘Conversely,’ Fisto spoke up. ‘Back up is never a bad thing.’

    Half of the room nodded and the other half remained thoughtful.

    ‘It must be decided now.’ Yoda stepped forward. ‘Between Master Dolrook taking the mission alone, or with Master Plo. Those in favour of togetherness, say, aye.’

    Half of the room agreed it should have been both of you.

    ‘And those who are oppose?’

    Almost everyone else wanted you to go alone, including Master Windu and Mundi. Obi Wan was the only one not to cast his vote.

    ‘Master Kenobi,’ Yoda approached him. ‘You vote, is the deciding one.’

    Obi Wan stroked his beard thoughtfully, still thinking on which was the right decision.

    He sighed, shaking his head. ‘I believe this mission is of the highest importance to the Order, therefore, it makes no sense to not to ensure it is completed successfully. I vote for both Master Plo and Master Dolrook to undertake it together.’

    Master Windu held his brow, shaking his head. ‘This is not a good idea.’ He said, more to himself than anything.

    ‘It is decided.’ Yoda announced. ‘You will leave tonight for Jestefad, collect intelligence on the planet’s terrain and the base, you will.’ Both yourself and Plo bowed in acknowledgment. ‘Make good choices, I hope you will.’

    It felt like a warning, one you and Plo did not take lightly.

    The meeting adjourned and the holograms disappeared from the room. Plo went to leave after Yoda and Mundi, but you remained staring at the projection of Jestefad. He sensed your discomfort, feeling the reasoning behind it.

    ‘It will not mean the end.’ Plo said, noting that Yoda heard him. He came to stand next to you. ‘We will not fail to bring back the required information.’

    ‘It’s not the information that worries me.’ You said, folding your arms. You couldn’t help but think of the control room that haunted your dreams once again.

    Plo hummed, seeing it as well. ‘I believe if we work together, we will survive this.’

    ‘I believe the future is more clouded than it ever has been.’ You countered. You could both sense Yoda and Mundi had not left the room, they were watching you, waiting for something, but it wasn’t clear what. ‘We should approach from this ridge here.’ You said, distracting yourself from prying eyes and focussing on your duty.

Yoda left a few minutes later, satisfied that the mission would be in good hands.

    ‘Are you sure they can do this?’ Mundi asked as they walked back towards the council chambers.

    ‘Clouded, the future is,’ Yoda hummed. ‘But their skill should not be questioned. They will return with the information needed and prove themselves to the Council.’

    ‘So, this is a test?’ Mundi said, feeling a little better about looking at it that way.

    ‘Only to themselves, will they need to prove their dedication to the Jedi Order.’ Yoda stated.

    Mundi was still unsure, as was Master Windu and some of the other Council members, but all they could do was state their opinions and live with the outcome.

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[a-dorin]

the start of forever | wolffe

word count: 738

warnings: mentions of battle, angst, pining (lots of it), some fluff 

prompt:  “Hiii!!! Is it possible to get some more Wolfe with a plo’s Padawan (of age) either smut or fluff?? Maybe they get a moment together during/after a battle? Or anything really. I’m really appreciative that your ask are open and hope you’re doing okay :,))”

(not my gif)

“you were exceptional out there. it was a moment in which i was proud to call you my padawan. you’re advancing in your training at a rapid rate. before you know it, you will be a knight.”

“and before you know it,” the corners of your lips tug into an amused smirk, “i’ll be a jedi master like you.”

“i would rather you stay a padawan,” the kel dor rumbles, his voice wistful, “they always grow too fast. much too fast.”

“you sound like master yoda,” you chuckle, laying your hand on his shoulder, “you should confer with the council about the battle. i’m going to talk with the boys.”

“careful with them,” your master exhales, “they always tend to be rowdy whenever we claim victories.”

“i’ll be fine,” you shoot the kel dor a wink, “i can handle them.”

your master, plo koon, gives you one last nod before strolling away, meeting with the other members of the council in the hangar. swiveling on your heel, you make your way out to the landing area, a vast open space. the only confines were a concrete barrier acting like a fence.

letting out a sigh, your eyes drift upwards to the sky. coruscant, the bustling ecumenopolis, shrouded the skyline with a glow, the light pollution casting a haze over the night. 

the concrete is hard, terribly uncomfortable, but you pay no mind, the sounds of the city seeping into your ears. the beeping of speeders, yells and exclamations from civilians, as well as the soft hum of night life create a warm atmosphere, a summer breeze rolling through skyscrapers. 

“hey! (y/n)!” your name piques your attention. 

commander wolffe trots up to you, panting, “were you gonna come join us for some celebratory rounds? comet is payin’.”

“i’m not sure if i’m feeling up to it,” you mumble, “i have training with plo tomorrow at sunrise.”

he rolls his eyes, snorting, “you don’t have to drink. we just want ya there. i want you there.”

the last sentence sends a blush dusting your cheeks, “you.. what?”

“oh,” wolffe stammers, biting his tongue, “sorry, shouldn’t have said that.”

“it’s okay,” your voice is quiet, “i-i’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“something’s wrong,” the commander murmurs, his tone delicate, “you usually wanna tag along.”

“i’m just a little anxious,” you admit, fidgeting as wolffe frowns, “plo told me earlier that i was on my way to become a knight soon. i-i’m worried that i’m not going to pass my final trial-”

“but you’re the best damn jedi i’ve ever seen!” wolffe blurts out, your heart skipping a beat, “you don’t gotta worry about that sweetheart. you’ll do just fine.”

“wolffe,” you begin, “it’s not going to be easy.”

“well i’m right here if you wanna talk about it,” he shrugs, taking a step towards you so that you were side-by-side, “it’s a shame that there’s so much damn light pollution. there’s really a whole universe out there and we can’t even see some damn stars because all these fucking lights.”

“what about the guys?” you inquire, arching a brow.

“they’ll be fine,” he responds, “so, tell me what’s on your mind, padawan.”

“you’re not my master,” you can’t help but giggle, “you don’t get to call me that.”

“what would you prefer?” he shoots you an amused glance, his chestnut eye glimmering, “sweetheart, lovebug, honey, baby, princess, puppy? i got a lot of nicknames. pick your favorite and i’ll run with it.”

“oh wolffe,�� you sigh, laying your head against his shoulder, “i think i like lovebug. it’s quite quaint.”

his heart nearly leaps out of his chest the second your head connects, bliss rippling through the commander from the action. 

perhaps the more mundane aspects of life were a little more important than the larger parts, the victory of battle no where near as significant as this singular moment. 

“we’re not together though,” he remarks, “i can’t call ya lovebug when we don’t even love each other yet.”

“well, maybe this is the start.”

the smile that paints the commander’s features is enormous, radiant enough to light up coruscant. 

“you’re probably right lovebug,” wolffe plants a gentle kiss on your temple, letting out a content sigh. 

 “maybe this is the start.” 

“of forever?” your voice is hushed, the words barely a whisper.

“of forever.”

his lips graze your temple once more, your hand reaching for his, intertwining fingers together. 

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[padme-parker]

Collide / Anakin Skywalker x Reader (Chapter 5)

[a Star Wars x Avengers crossover]

Summary: Anakin realizes that he is falling for you, hard. He doesn’t want to hurt Padme, so instead, he distances himself from you.

Warnings: a couple of curse words, mentions of cheating, my writing

WC: 2.3k

A/N: Initially this was supposed to be ch 4.5 cause I started writing this when I was halfway thru with the original ch 5. but shit happens so here we are. p.s. I pulled this out of my ass so sorry if its bad.

read chapter 4 here

“took a minute, but I figured it out. The problem with me is you.” - Problem With You by Sabrina Claudio

You practically bolted out of the ship once Anakin landed it, not wanting to face the consequences of your actions. It was stupid really, pining after someone you couldn’t have. I shouldn’t have reciprocated his kiss. The thought of it alone was selfish, stealing away the husband and soon-to-be father from Padme. Your task was to save the universe, by any means necessary. Well, Fury did suggest that I get close to him. But he also said to not do anything to drastically change their timeline. But it just doesn’t make sense. How was I supposed to befriend him without changing the timeline? For all I know, my arrival here has already severely altered their timeline.

You went to your room while Obi wan and Yoda went to a meeting, Anakin was nowhere to be found. You sat yourself on the edge of your bed, hands roughly combing through your hair. All you wanted for Anakin was from him to be happy. Of course, you could accept the fact that maybe it wouldn’t have anything to do with you, if only that were true. In the short time you’ve been on Coruscant, you’ve noticed something change in him. But you didn’t know him, the real him. The only version of him that you knew was the one that existed on screen; The one who loved his wife so much, that he turned his back on the ones he loved the most to save her. Only to ultimately lead her to her demise.

The Anakin you were getting to know was different, in a good way, yet he was still so complicated. After training, you would eat together, whether it was in the cantina or at Dex’s, it was always the two of you. Some nights, he would come to your room to talk. And you let him. You let him rant about how unfair the council was, the pressure of being the chosen one- whatever he had to say, you listened to him. He did his best to express his emotions to you, but still got overwhelmed by them. At times, neither of you knew what to do. So you both sat in a comfortable silence, the mere presence of each other was enough for the both of you. Sometimes the two of you sat outside of the temple, watching the sunset as the nightlife emerged. Other times you would sit outside in the garden, meditating together. You’ve gotten to see the side of Anakin that no one really knew. Well besides Obi wan, Ahsoka, and Padme. You have yet to meet Padme., only hearing whispers of her from the other Jedi.

While you did train under Obi wan and Anakin, you rarely got to see Ahsoka. After coming to Coruscant, she became Plo Koon’s temporary padawan so that Anakin didn’t have to train the two of you at the same time. Although it wasn’t the same as completely leaving the Jedi Order, you could tell how much it affected Anakin. As you sat on your bed you couldn’t help the question that came to your mind. When it comes down to it, will I be the reason he falls?

-

Anakin is already in the room when you show up for training. There are no remarks or comebacks made as the two of you prep, just pure silence. Silence, was something that you hated. It was different from the sunset-watching silence you always shared. This was tense, heavy, and just straight up unbearable. Your movements were awkward as you took out your lightsaber and got into a fighting stance.

“So who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?” You said, breaking the silence, not realizing you had just quoted Poe.

Anakin glares at you before responding, “There’s nothing to talk about.” He ignites his lightsaber and stalks towards you.

“Oh come on, don’t pretend like yesterday didn’t happen.” You replied, gripping your lightsaber in both hands as you ignited it.

“I’d rather not think about it. Now be quiet and focus.” He said, swinging his saber only for you to block his attack. You complied and trained with him in silence, save for the occasional grunt that you let out.

As the minutes passed, you grew more tired as Anakin’s actions became assertive. He began swinging his saber more aggressively, the pace so fast you almost couldn’t keep up. He was going to back you into the corner if he didn’t stop.

“Anakin, stop!” You pleaded. Your words seemed to have no effect on him as he continued, his eyebrows scrunching together as he knocked your saber out of your hand. He raises his lightsaber, ready to strike you down. With no weapon in hand and no way out, you use the force to push him back.

“WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?” You screamed at him once he was a good feet away from you.

Anakin wanted to tell you the truth. That loving you was his problem. That with each passing day, the feelings he had felt so many years for Padme, had nearly diminished. With your arrival, it felt like he had been reborn. He began to see life in a new light, maybe even cherished it more. And deep down, he knew that you were always meant to be his, and he was always meant to be yours. At night he would lie awake thinking of you, of what your lives could’ve been like together. Oh, how he would curse and scream at the stars for this twisted fate. But Anakin knew that he couldn’t be with you, no matter how much he wanted you.

He hated himself for being unfaithful to Padme, and in return he directed his internalized anger towards you, the source of his problems.

“You. Are. My. Problem.” He said, accusingly pointing his finger at you whilst stepping closer with each word he said.

“ME? I’m your problem?”

“Yes, you!.” He replied, pausing while trying to think of something to say. “I know what you’re trying to do, and it isn’t going to work. You’re trying to stray me away from my path. I will not indulge in your activities. I am loyal to the Jedi Order and my duties.” Anakin felt bad, he truly did. He didn’t want to lead you on, but it seemed like it was already too late.

“You're the one who kissed me!” How ironic, he’s only loyal to the Jedi, but apparently not to his wife.

“Because you seduced me!” He countered.

“I did no such thing.” You replied. “It wasn’t my fault that you saw me swinging my saber and got turned on. That’s on you Anakin. Also, if you have so many problems with training me, why don’t you ask the Council to swap you out for someone else?”

He opens his mouth, as if he’s going to reply, but it quickly shuts.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You pick up your saber and exit the training room.

Now alone, he lays on the floor, with his limbs sprawled out while mindlessly staring at the ceiling. He knows that he’s just ruined every chance, no matter how small or big, of being with you in the future. Anakin could only beg the makers that one day, some very distant day, or possibly in another life, that the two of you would’ve been together.

-

You waste no time calling Fury when you return to your room. The device takes a while trying to connect with FRIDAY back on Earth, but she alerts Fury, along with Tony and Peter, that they had an incoming call from you.

Three faces pop up onto the hologram, Peter was basically screaming at you. You quickly greeted him back before telling them what just happened, or well the shortened version of what happened.

“I fucked up.”

“What do you mean fucked up?” Tony asks.

“Okay, so Fury, you know how like you told me to get close to Anakin-- but not really that close. Just close enough so that he could y’know, slaughter his fellow Jedi and the younglings but not me. And then he would eventually become big bad Daddy- oops hehe, sorry I meant Darth. Darth Vader. And kill all of these people with his extremely cool but extremely dangerous weapon. But not close enough that it would alter their timeline. Which doesn’t really make sense if you think about it. Like how do I get close to him without getting close to him, y’know? Also how am I supposed to know where Thanos-'' Your rambling gets cut off by Fury.

“Get to the point.” He says.

“Right…. so…. like I said, I did something and I fucked up. He basically wants nothing to do with me now.” You replied.

“I don’t care. Do whatever you need to do to get back on his good side. Use one of those mind tricks you learned if you need to.”

“Those won’t work on him.” You sighed, your body hunched over as you tried to think of possible solutions.

“Then do what you need to, or else I’ll be forced to take you off the mission. I don’t want to repeat myself again” Fury hands the device to Tony, “I’ll give you some time to speak with her. But I expect a plan the next time you call.” He says before leaving the room.

“So, how’s life over there treating you, Star?” Tony asks. “What happened between you and.. what do you call him? Flyguy? No, umm-”

“Listen, I don’t really want to talk about it. But besides that, it’s been okay. Not really different from back home. I wake up, eat, train, eat, explore, eat again, then go to sleep. Basically the same routine. The food here is alright, nothing compared to what I was eating back at home. But I’m grateful that they're giving me food and shelter.” The rest of your night was filled with chatter and laughter, the previous events from the grueling day slowly drifting away from your mind.

-

It’s been two weeks since Anakin had confronted you, and almost nothing had changed. Well except for those couple of days where you thought he had taken up on your suggestion, only for him to show up for a day of training then leave again. The first day he was gone, you thought nothing of it. Only that he might’ve needed some space. But another day passed and there was still no contact from him. Of course you could’ve taken this issue up to the Jedi Council, but what were they going to do? Offer to switch out Anakin for a Jedi Master? No, you wouldn't allow that to happen. Instead you tried to reach out to him using the bond you two shared, only to find yourself blocked off from the connection.

Without Anakin by your side, it felt as though you became vulnerable to your emotions and the dark side. More specifically, you could feel someone lingering in your head. It certainly wasn’t Anakin. This person, the force around them was dark. They commanded respect, power, and fear. The day they intruded your head was the very day you began having nightmares.

Your body was sprawled on the ground, as if someone had pushed you back. The ground is hardened, it makes you let out a groan. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you noticed the two figures in the distance. You could only see them below their collarbones, their faces were blurred.

One of them wore a dark robe while the other was wearing ordinary civilian clothing. It seemed like the two of them were arguing, particularly, they were arguing about you.

“You will not take her from me!” The man in the robe declared.

“She was never yours.” The other man calmly replied, his hands held up showing he did not want to fight, hoping the robed man would comply. He doesn’t, instead he stretches out his hand, using the force to bring the man into his grasp. He turns around the civilian, so that they are both facing you, and forces him to his knees.

“If I can’t have her, then you can’t either.” It was like time began to slow as he said those words. You could hear yourself sharply intake air as the man takes out his saber. All life around you goes to a standstill as you see a red light illuminate your surroundings, a blade protruding from the man's lower stomach. The sound of your own blood pumping is loud, but not as loud as the gasps emitting from the wounded man.

“KAZ!” You screamed, calling out for the man. It was then you realized that this person wasn’t you. You certainly didn’t know anyone with that name. Or perhaps this was someone you had yet to meet.

The robed figure retracts his saber, Kaz’s body falling in front of him. If you acted quickly, you could retrieve his body and save him.

“You see, Kaz. My intention from the beginning was to kill you. However, I think I’d like to watch you suffer instead.” That voice, it sounded so familiar, yet you couldn’t place your finger on who it was.

“What do you mean?” Kaz uttered weakly.

The man gave no response, only a glance towards Kaz before he began making his way towards you.

“No, stay away from her!” He pleaded.

The glow of his red saber became more clear then closer he got to you. The last thing you see is his saber coming your way before everything fades to black.

That night, you woke up drenched in sweat and panting as if you had just ran a marathon. If there was one thing that you understood, it was the fact that the force didn’t want you here. Your destiny was supposed to be fulfilled on Earth. Only time could tell you the consequences for trying to interfere. But you didn’t care, you were going to do whatever you could to save your friends.

Read chapter 6 here

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[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Commander Wolffe x Reader (Growing the Wolfpack)

“Okay guys so I am completely bored out of my mind, and I was like ya know what here is another Wolffe x Reader. NSFW ahead. AU where the war was won by the Republic before the citadel arc and Order 66 never took place because Palpatine got destroyed by the Jedi. Now the clones are peacekeepers as well as there Jedi Generals. Also Wolffe is married to reader. I do not own Star Wars or any characters. WARNING: Fluff, Rough Sex,Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Pregnancy, Birth and a Very Protective Wolfpack.

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Wolffe watched as you cleaned the mess the Wolfpack had made in the common room. He watched as you sway your hips to the soft music on your holopad, and he was thinking over the conversation you both had had the other night. You had talked about wanting to start a family since you and Wolffe had already gotten married. Plo Koon had overseen the marriage, and was so happy for Wolffe to finally have some happiness.

He had really thought about it because to be honest any time he went to the Jedi Temple the younglings would always flock to him. He couldn’t understand why and the Wolfpack were at a loss for why this always happened. (Y/N) would always giggle as the youngest a small human girl with big blue eyes would always hug his leg. 

The first time this had happened he went wide eyed and looked to (Y/N) for help. She just laughed and made the comment that they were only children, and to treat them as such. He had responded with I’m a clone Commander not a baby sitter. The more he visited the Jedi Temple though the more relaxed he became around them. The small girl who’s name he found out to be Ashean would run up to him, and he would catch her to pick her up to put her on his hip. 

The Wolfpack would always make jokes that their Commander was going soft, and would later get an earful from him. He was brought back to the present when you straddled his lap and sat down. “What is going through your head my dear Commander?”, you hummed. “I was just thinking that maybe you and I should retire for the night”, he said seductively as he grabbed your ass and squeezed. 

You giggled as he picked you up and made his way to his quarters. He dropped you onto the bed and you turned to try and crawl up towards the headboard. Before you made it you felt the bed dip and hands grab your hips to pull you back to him. He ground his hips into your ass, and bent over kissing up your neck to take your earlobe into his mouth. 

You pushed back into him to feel him already hard against you. “Are you ready for what I’m about to give you?”, Wolffe questioned as his voice got raspy and deeper. “Yes take me just like this until I can’t handle anymore”, you squeaked out. “Want me to fill you up”, he grunted. “Oh Force please that’s all I want”, your voice muffled by the pillow under your head.

He quickly undressed himself and then undressed you until you were bare for him. He took several pillows for you to hold your upper body up because he wasn’t going to hold back tonight. He slowly dragged his cock against your wet folds to get him ready. Every pass he made on your clit caused whimpers and whines to come from deep in your chest.

“So darling are you going to let me breed you tonight, and keep you full of my cum?”, he asked gruffly as he slowly let the tip of his cock enter you. “Oh yes yes yes please”, you moaned out. Wolffe had always had a breeding kink so it was no surprise to you with the question he asked. He slowly let his cock sink into you inch by inch.

You looked back to see him watch his cock sink into you. Once he was sheathed inside you he wrapped his arm around you to place a palm on your stomach. He rocked gently a couple of times causing his tip to kiss your cervix. Those little cock kisses caused you to contract around him slightly. His hand moved to your lower part of your stomach below your naval. Then he started to slowly pull out of you and back in as he started to rub your stomach.

“Want me to fill you with my seed don’t you”, he told you. You could only nod as he started to pick up the pace slightly still rubbing small circles on your belly. “Want me to breed you and put a ‘pup’ in you. Watch your belly swell with my child. Grow the Wolfpack one ‘pup’ at a time and let them help teach them to be strong, tough and smart”, he stated. Wolffe was certainly taking this to another level and you keened under him.

“I’m being serious with you (Y/N) how about I put a ‘pup’ in you”, he tells you as he slows to a stop. Your brain is now in overdrive and you had been waiting for this moment for a while. “Yes Wolffe I would love to have your ‘pup’“, you tell him as you look back at him. He sees the tears in your eyes and the smile gracing your lips, and it makes his heart skip with pride. He starts to thrust into you with bruising speed and fervor. 

Your close to your first orgasm already, and on one particular thrust you come undone around him. He thrust a few more times and pushes as far into you as he can go filling you with his cum. You pant for a moment until you come down from your high, and look back at Wolffe. “I’m not done with you yet”, he growls. He is still hard as a rock, and he intends on getting you pregnant with tonight’s activity.

He starts up again after he makes sure you are ready. This side of Wolffe you hadn’t seen before, and it is hot as kriff. “Oh kriff Wolffe harder”, you cry. He snaps his hips harder into you, and you feel like flying. “That’s it (Y/N) take my cock just like that”, he grunted. He reached down and started to rub at your clit. “Wolffe!”, you screamed as you fluttered around him. He filled you again as you whimpered under him.

The rest of the night was shared like that, and when you woke up the next morning you made a beeline for the shower. As you were showering Wolffe’s seed was seeping out of you. Wolffe had gotten into the shower and chuckled as you kissed him. “I love you”, you told him. “I love you too”, he kissed a little harder. You had reached down and wrapped your hand around his half hard cock.

“Well I thought you would be satisfied with me filling you five times last night”, he laughed. “It was perfect, but I would like something more slow and sensual” you kissed him slowly. He picked you up and placed your back on the tile, and entered you. There was nothing better than slow shower sex, but of course all good things had to come to an end. 

Master Plo and the Wolfpack were needed for supply drops for the next couple months. You walked with him until he was ready to board the ship. The boys said their hello’s and told you they would take could care of their Commander. Wolffe didn’t want to leave you, but such was his job now. He leaned in to give you a kiss, and whispered into your ear, “When I get back maybe we should continue our efforts”. You nodded and watched as he boarded the ship.

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It had been three and a half months since you had seen Wolffe and the Wolfpack. You put your hand over your swollen belly, and soothingly talked to the baby in your womb. You were at the Jedi Temple, and all the younglings were settling around you for a story. You told them of your encounter with a Sith during the war and how you helped them to come back to the light side. 

When you had told your story the younglings got up to go to their classes. You made your way back to the base. You cleaned some of the common room and once that was done you got ready for bed. You curled up in Wolffe’s bed and breathed in his faded scent. You had had no contact with him, and you were worried, and waited for his return. You fell asleep rubbing your swollen belly.

Wolffe and the wolfpack had gotten back late that night, and they made their ways to their beds. Once Wolffe had entered he saw you already asleep. He tried to get into bed without waking you, but failed as you groaned. “Wolffe is that you?”, you questioned. “It’s me cyar’ika”, he replied. “Wolffe I’m so glad your home”, you told him rolling over. He was laying on his back so you leaned over and kissed him.

“Wolffe there is something I need to show you”, you told him grabbing his hand. “What is it? Are you okay?”, he panicked. “I’m fine. Here”, you told him as you placed his hand on your stomach. It took just a moment for him to realize, and as soon as he did he shot straight up to kiss you. “How far along are you?”, he asked. “About three and a half months”, you replied. 

He was at a loss he was overjoyed to have you carrying his child. You both talked about prepping a nursery and you both talked until you were both exhausted. “We should tell the wolfpack”, you giggled. “We will tell them tomorrow”, he told you placing a hand on your stomach. You both fell asleep until the next morning.

That morning Wolffe walked out with you to inform the wolfpack of the new addition. “Men here in the next couple of months you all will be getting a new member of the wolfpack. All of them perked up at that, and of course they were asking about the shiny. “Guys its not a shiny I’m pregnant”, you told them coming into the common room. All of them looked from Wolffe to (Y/N), and that’s when Boost went ecstatic. “Are you in any pain or discomfort?”, Wildfire asked. 

“No not really sometimes I’m in discomfort, but it isn’t horrible”, you told them. When you had answered their questions Boost asked if there was anything they could do. You had told them you all needed help decorating and setting up the nursery. That’s when the over protectiveness started. Out at the store they seemed to form a perimeter around you so you wouldn’t get bumped into. Or while at base you would have one of them getting into a scuff when another clone bumped into you. They also waited outside your doctors office during your check ups.

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You were now ready to have this baby at any time. Wolffe hated to admit it, but he was very nervous. All of the what if’s going through his head. The wolfpack were taking turns placing a hand on your belly to feel the baby kick. The doctors on base all had been alerted that you were ready to go at any moment. That night you had woken up to pain. “Ahhh”, you cried out clutching your middle.

Wolffe bolted upright, and turned to you. “(Y/N) are you alright”, he questioned. “I think I’m going into labor”, you told him as another contraction wracked your body. “Okay lets go”, Wolffe told you. He woke the wolfpack and they grabbed anything they may need as Wolffe took you into the medbay. The doctor on staff was already called and waiting for you to come in.

The wolfpack sat outside the door waiting when Master Plo Koon arrived. He wanted to be here for Wolffe and (Y/N). He was always making sure that the couple had everything they needed. “I bet it’s a girl”, Warthog piped up. “I think it will be a boy”, Sinker disagreed. “Well I guess we will see”, Boost said excitedly. Wolffe had gone back with her, and he was holding her hand.

The doctor told you that you were ready to push. You screamed as you bared down. “Your doing good cya’rika keep going”, Wolffe encouraged. “Wolffe I can’t it’s too much”, you cried. “You can do this. If you could take out a battalion of battle droids with us you can do this”, he told you kissing you forehead. You looked up at him, and in that moment you knew that there wasn’t anything that could come between you both, and the love for your baby.

After several more pushes the wail of a baby crying you relaxed. “It’s a girl”, the doctor announced as she cleaned the baby and placed her on your chest. You looked at Wolffe and noticed he had a tear streaming down his face as he looked at your daughter. “She is so beautiful just like her mother”, he smiled. At that you started to cry tears of joy. “Here do you want to hold her?”, you asked. 

You handed her over reminding Wolffe to stabilize her head. He was awestruck that you and him could make something so precious. Once you were cleaned up they covered you with some blankets, and Wolffe sat in the chair beside you holding her. “What should we name her?”, you questioned. “I don’t know”, he replied. “I know how about Riona”, you said. “I like it”, he said. 

The wolfpack came back to see the baby and they were absolutely wrapped around her finger. You showed each one how to hold her, and Wolffe could already tell she was going to be well looked after. Plo congratulated them both and watched as the wolfpack melted. 

Once you got her back home and in her crib Wolffe sat and watched her a moment. “Come on lets go get some sleep while we can”, you smiled. Wolffe didn’t want to leave her, but walked back to the bedroom with you. “I love you”, you told him. “I love you too”, he replied as he pulled you close to sleep both of you content and ready to take on the galaxy.

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There you have it ta da. @gabrielewolffe @sirkekselord @queen-disera-the-fifth

[padawanlost]

So I'm confused about what powers from the force that belong to the dark side? Like I always got the impression that using something such as force lighting meant that a certain character was on the dark side? Do you think that someone could use certain dark force powers for good? I mean because some of the powers the Jedi used, like the mind trick I think that could get dark. So what qualifies certain abilities as light/dark?

The best way I can think of to explain this is Harry Potter. The force is like magic and the force powers are like spells. All the spells are magic but some spells require a different sort of magic, a type of magic that depends on the person’s emotional state. Like a patronus or a Cruciatus Curse. In theory, anyone should be able to do magic but in practice it takes more than just knowing the right spell. 

The other problem is knowledge and how it was passed. The Jedi banned their members from learning any kind power or skill they considered part of the dark side (their library only allowed members of the Jedi council inside their Sith section) because so much of those power were considered dangerous and evil. So it’s not exactly a matter of being able to use the power, it’s a matter of knowing the power exists and learning how to use it. 

I mean, if you are a good person you wouldn’t be interested in learning a special ability to torture people and evil, selfish people usually don’t go out of way to learn new ways to help people. 

Popularly regarded as supernatural powers, some of these abilities—including fast reflexes and telepathy—are naturally possessed by various species, but only Force-sensitive beings are known to have mastered such a wide array of paranormal talents. […] Some Jedi are more adept than others at specific Force-related abilities. While such proficiency is often the result of intensive study and practice, genetics and heredity can be a crucial factor in either enhancing or limiting certain abilities. For example, members of the Halcyon Jedi bloodline lack telekinetic powers but excel in other areas of the Force to easily compensate for their “weakness.”  [Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

Any force-sensitive can learn any force related skill – light or dark – if they want. What might stop them in their own desire to learn (most Jedi wouldn’t want to learn powers used by the Sith to hurt people), access to learning material and talent/affinity to perform it.

The Jedi Council (and common sense) qualified a skill as good or evil. Take force-lightning as an example: it’s something usually associated with the dark side but one member of the Jedi Council as used it on Jedi business and was reprimanded by his peers.

Force lightning causes excruciating pain as it weakens an individual’s life, and is nearly impossible to deflect. Because of the power’s obvious negative aspects, it is no wonder various Jedi Orders forbade its use. However, some Jedi peacekeepers have refused to dismiss or suppress what they considered to be a natural asset to their arsenal of powers.  Before his appointment to the Jedi Council, the Jedi Master Plo Koon left the following record on the Great Holocron: 

“At the request of the Jedi Council, I submit this report of my actions on the mission to Metellos, specifically my use of Force lightning.  I’d been tracking Dreed Pommel for five days across space before I found him on Metellos. Pommel had taken refuge in an executive suite within the floating city of Ektra. Despite my efforts at stealth, Pommel was somehow alerted to my approach, for when I entered the suite he was already clutching a female human child and holding a blaster to her head. The suite was spacious, and I was separated from Pommel by a distance of fifteen meters. Keeping his eyes on me, Pommel began pulling the crying girl—I estimated her to be five years old—out through a wide doorway, beyond which I could see a small ship that rested on the suite’s private landing pad. Obviously, his intent was to escape, and he considered the child his insurance. I had no reason to doubt that he would ultimately kill her, even if I allowed them to board the escape vessel, for I could see what he’d done to the girl’s parents and two siblings, whose bodies lay upon the floor of the inner suite. In hindsight, there were many possible tactics I might have employed to apprehend Pommel and rescue the child, but I did not consider any options or calculate angles of attack as I watched him drag her toward the ship. I believe I acted entirely instinctively when I extended my right arm toward Pommel and released a barrage of lightning. I know that the Jedi Council was hesitant to send me on any assignment so soon after the death of Master Tyvokka, but I did not let loose with Force lightning the way undisciplined beings might release stress. Like other Jedi, I learned of Force lightning at the Jedi Temple, and I am well aware that it is regarded as a dark side power. I never had any special interest in Force lightning, or felt compelled to experiment with it, but I knew it was—at least in me—an innate ability. I did not feel anger as I directed the lightning at Pommel’s head, nor did I fear for the girl’s safety. I was calm and in control of my faculties. I merely acted to end the situation before any more innocents died. Upon being struck by the first bolt, Pommel reacted as anticipated as the shock seized his system. His arms flew out and away from his body, releasing both the blaster and the child, who fell to the landing pad. A second bolt ensured that Pommel would remain unconscious until the local authorities arrived. I was never tempted to deal a killing blow. Upon my return from Metellos, my use of Force lightning was included in my report to the Council. I maintained that I did not embrace the dark side when I used this ability, and that I acted by the will of the Force.  I appreciate the Council’s concern with my report. I have not forgotten that it was Master Tyvokka’s last wish that I join the Council. I also acknowledge the Council’s observation that the Force runs strong in my family. My uncle was a Jedi Knight, as is my niece Sha Koon. While Kel Dors like ourselves have a reputation for seeing moral issues in black and white, I urge the Council to disregard my family in this situation, for I alone am responsible for my actions. The Council asked me to contemplate whether I would hesitate to use Force lightning again, and whether I was wrong to employ it on Metellos. After much meditation, I believe it would be wrong of me to ignore this power that I might develop into a useful technique for combat. As for whether I was wrong to use it, I believe the only person who can rightfully answer that question is a five-year-old girl. Her name is Claria Labreezle, and she has been placed with relatives at Stratablock 7 on Metellos. May the Force be with us all.”

Plo Koon was not only appointed to the Jedi Council but apparently succeeded in perfecting the technique that he called Electric Judgment.    [Ryder’s Windham’s Jedi vs. Sith: The Essential Guide to the Force]

[tigereyes45]

Preview of my Mace Windu Lives AU Story

Instead he falls off as soon as they land. Hissing in pain, Mace forces his eyes to open. As soon as he catches a glimpse of the lights above his head the screams begin. Thousands of living being crying out in pain, and fear. Hundreds dying in the moments after. The bright red, yellow, and white lights of racers speed up. They run together in a blur. A neon haze fills his head. It blocks out some of the messages, but one voice breaks through. Louder than his strongest vision Depa's voice shakes him. In a different way then the lightning from Darth Sidious, Mace was struck to his core.

"....you must run!"

"Are you alright?"

"The Jedi," The tingly starts to calm. If it was from him finally laying still, or simply due to time Mace wasn't sure. "the Jedi are gone." As if to mourn alongside him, the rain starts. Slow and steady as his former's padawan's nerves had been. She had accepted death, and in return it took her.

"The Jedi?" The calm that had settled over his heart is crushed. This rodian probably new little facts about the order. The public held many misconceptions of the order. Was this man friend or foe? What lies had he heard? Which did he believe? The 'truth' they had thought they were putting out into the world? Or those that the Sith hidden in their midst had planted? "Are you a Jedi?"

"Not anymore." Mace could feel it now. Every second another one of his comrades were slain. Cut down by the ones they had all trusted. Between the lights he could see brief images.  Commander Grey raising his blaster, Plo Koon as flames engulf his face, Commander Cody signalling to fire, Commander Wolffe falling out of his ship, struggling to remove his helmet as the lights throw Obi-wan's face at him next. That last one lingers. It lingers like the obvious pain on his face, and longer then the tears he quickly blinks away.

[redrobinhoods]

Age of Heroes | Chapter 5, Confrontation

AO3 Link | 2160 words (approx) | Prologue, Chapter 4, Chapter 6

Chapter Summary: The 104th arrives on Utapau as Obi-Wan and Bo-Katan prepare to tear Sundari apart in search of Maul.

“...The moment may be upon us. [...] For if I am correct, soon the Jedi and the Republic will no longer be the controlling interest in the galaxy.” - Darth Maul

Wolffe watched General Plo’s starfighter dock in the hangar from the bridge of the Venator. He was not in it. Plo Koon was somewhere in the city below, heading up towards the tenth level where Wolffe and the 104th would meet with him and Grievous’ forces. Wolffe drummed his fingers against the grey markings on his bracers as he waited for the signal from his general. If they moved in too early, Grievous would flee. They had to time this just right.

He reached for a thin tube he had attached to his belt and fumbled for another orange anti-inflammatory pill. He had told General Plo about the headache but was now regretting downplaying its extent. Of course, if he hadn’t then he may have been told this sit this battle out and he could’ve never done that. They had General Grievous and the Separatist leadership sitting right below their feet. Revenge was not the Jedi way, but he had never been instructed otherwise.

“Commander Wolffe.” He turned to see Sinker standing behind him. “We have received the order to engage.”

Wolffe nodded. “Are the boys ready for launch?”

“Just waiting on you.” Sinker’s helmet flitted down to the pill in Wolffe’s hand. “Still got that headache?”

“Yeah, you haven’t left yet.” Wolffe cracked a cruel smile as he popped the pill into his mouth and put his helmet on. He elicited a low chuckle from Sinker as the man fell into step behind his commander as they made their way to the waiting gunships.

“You know, you should lay off the caf. That may help your headache.” Sinker shot back as they made their way to the turbolift.

“And leave the rest of you to flounder around like pups? I think not.” Wolffe wished that he could’ve seen the look of indignation that he was certain was creeping its way across Sinker’s features.

“Awoo, sir.” Sinker deadpanned.

“That’s the spirit.”

When the turbolift doors opened again, Sinker followed Wolffe to the closest waiting gunship. Wolffe took a look around at the men inside as the doors sealed shut and the ship began takeoff. They were all bristling for a fight. They were always bristling for a fight, but this was personal. Wolffe looked through the slits on the side of the gunship at the rapidly approaching planet. He knew that he should say something to his men, but what to say what another matter.

“Sir, we’re dropping in thirty seconds.” Sinker had placed his hand on Wolffe’s shoulder to get his attention before speaking. Wolffe considered brushing it off for a moment but decided not to do so. He couldn’t cut himself off from his men, especially not Sinker and Boost.

“Very well.” Wolffe checked over his jetpack one last time before raising his comm to his helmet. “This is it, boys. The Republic is counting on us! Let’s make these clankers pay.” A horrible motivational speech, if he could call it a speech, Wolffe had never been as good as General Plo at inspiring moral amongst his brothers, but he got a few raised fists from the men around him and a few whoops over the comms.

When the gunship doors opened, Wolffe was the first one in the air.

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Obi-Wan stood on the palace balcony looking down at the chaos below. The citizens of Sundari were being evacuated from their homes into shelters in preparation for the 212th to tear the city apart in search of Maul. He could sense the unease coming off of Bo-Katan, and when she turned away from the sight, he followed her.

“This occupation cannot last much longer. The people will not stand for it. I will not stand for it.”

“You asked for our help. My forces will depart as soon as we have captured Maul.” Obi-Wan didn’t mention that the 212th wanted to leave as soon as they had found their commander.

“At least we know from Almec that he isn’t trying to escape, but we still don’t know who else Maul wanted here. If I’d arrived five minutes earlier…” She clenched her fist in front of her in frustration.

“Let’s not dwell on what we could have done differently.” Obi-Wan kept his gaze on her as he pushed open the doors to the throne room. “Maul will surface soon and then you will have your opportunity to lead.”

“I agree.” Maul lounged on the Mandalorian throne as if it had been made for him. Obi-Wan reached out to stop Bo-Katan from rushing against the Sith, pulling her back by the pauldron. Then his gaze fell on the armored man seated on the floor beside the throne, hands cuffed behind his back.

“Cody.” Obi-Wan took a step forward, his previous caution nearly forgotten.

“I’m alright, General.” Cody tried to give Obi-Wan a reassuring look, but it was cut short with a shudder when Maul reached over to run a hand down his cheek. Obi-Wan took another step forward, he could sense Bo-Katan moving with him a half-step to his right.

“You heard the clone, Kenobi. He’s alright, I haven’t done any harm to him- yet.” Maul ignited one end of his lightsaber, bringing it to rest in front of Cody’s neck. Despite the immediate danger, Obi-Wan found his eyes drawn away to a nearly imperceptible motion. Cody had dropped his hand to his side opposite Maul, exposing an uncuffed wrist. As soon as his hand was there it was gone, and Obi-Wan brought his attention back to Maul. “And what happens next is up to you.”

There was the sound of explosions and Obi-Wan and Bo-Katan turned to see the throne room window light up with the flames. They shielded their eyes as the force of the blast shattered the windowpanes, sending shards of glass into the room.

“One of you might want to deal with that.” Maul brought the lightsaber away from Cody and gestured lazily towards the scene with it, eyeing Bo-Katan.

Obi-Wan turned to Bo-Katan. “Go, your people need you. I can handle Maul.”

She hesitated for a moment, then ran off to join the fight. As Maul had known she would.

“What do you want, Maul?” Obi-Wan snarled as her footsteps faded.

“Your cooperation.” Maul extinguished his lightsaber and lay the hilt in his lap. “Skywalker. I want you to call him, now, and bring him before me.”

Obi-Wan had been reaching for his lightsaber but stopped at the sound of his former padawan’s name. “What do you want with him?”

“He is the key to everything.”

“To bring balance to the Force?”

“To destroy. He has long been groomed for his role as my master’s new apprentice. You see, I have orchestrated this entire war to lure him here with you, to kill him.”

Obi-Wan couldn’t sense any deception from Maul, and yet, he couldn’t be right. This had to be a trick of some kind; one that Maul was playing or being played by. “That’s unfortunate, I’m afraid that I am unable to do that at the moment. He’s rather busy protecting the Chancellor.”

“Then it seems I was too late.” Maul shifted in the throne, holding his lightsaber hilt up to examine it. “But I still have you. I wonder how many people will die for you in this room by the end of our rivalry.” Maul’s lightsaber sprung to life in his hands as he swung it back towards Cody.

Obi-Wan ran forward. He found himself too far away to stop the advancement of the blade but tapped into the Force to give him speed. If he couldn’t save Cody, the least he could do would be to hold him as he died; as he had held Satine; as he had held Qui-Gon. He wondered how different his life would’ve been if he and his master had managed to kill Maul all those years ago on Naboo.

Cody’s scream echoed through the chamber. Obi-Wan tapped once more into the Force and leapt to his side, placing his blade between the commander and Maul’s lightsaber. Cody let go of Maul’s lightsaber hilt and fell back against Obi-Wan’s legs.

“Commander?”

“I’m alright, General. Barely scratched me. Hurts like hell though.” Obi-Wan looked down to see Cody’s hands pressed against his side. He could smell the melted plastoid and burned flesh now, but he could also feel the movement of Cody’s back with each breath he took. Maul had not taken Cody from him.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, Kenobi.” Maul rose from his chair, and Obi-Wan shifted to keep himself between the Sith and Cody. “I’m going to kill you, torture your commander to death, then hunt down and destroy your apprentice. And the Republic will thank me for it.”

“Not today, Maul. I am here to bring you to justice.” Obi-Wan brought his lightsaber up over his shoulder, preparing to strike.

“Justice.” Maul scoffed as he advanced towards Obi-Wan. “Justice is merely the construct of the current power base. A base, which, according to my calculations, is about to change. The time of the Jedi has passed. Sidious will rule the galaxy, and the Jedi will be powerless to stop him!”

Obi-Wan stepped forward to meet Maul’s advancing blade with his own. It was time for this to end. He kept himself between Maul and Cody as they exchanged blades. He couldn’t risk the Sith taking another swipe at his commander. Maul’s fighting was sloppy and ungraceful, unlike the quick acrobatic movements that he usually displayed. Ahsoka could’ve taken him easily. Cody, at full strength and armed with a lightsaber or two, may have even been able to defeat him. He wondered if something had happened to the man to unbalance him in the time since he had vanished from Mandalore. As they fought, he pushed Maul back into the center of the throne room. At one point he spared a look over his shoulder at Cody. The commander was laying on the floor where Obi-Wan had left him, eyes closed but breathing deep and steady. He would recover.

Obi-Wan’s lightsaber found Maul’s hilt and one red blade extinguished as Maul howled in fury. He redoubled his efforts, kicking and slashing at Obi-Wan with growls. He was nearly unhinged. The sounds of battle outside were fading, and that only furthered Maul’s rage.

“You’re all going to burn.” Maul hissed, kicking up glass shards towards Obi-Wan’s face. Obi-Wan waved them aside with the Force and reached out to take a hold of Maul’s lightsaber hilt. He forced the blade downwards into the floor and raised his lightsaber to Maul’s throat. Slowly, Maul released the hold on his lightsaber and it clattered to the floor. Obi-Wan raised his head to see the yellow-painted armor of the 212th, led by Bo-Katan, entering the throne room

“You don’t know what you’re doing, Kenobi, what you’ve already done. You’re all going to burn! We’re all going to die!”

“One day, Maul. But not today.” Obi-Wan reached down to pick up Maul’s lightsaber, twirling it in his hand as he stepped back to allow his men their retribution. As the stunned Maul was cuffed and restrained Obi-Wan felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Cody, supported by two of his men and looking pale.

“Thank you, Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan reached out to squeeze Cody’s shoulder in return. “You’re welcome, Cody. Do get some rest, I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“The same thing we always do, but much slower.”

“Peel, Crys, get him out of here. He seems to be developing delusions of grandeur.” Obi-Wan gave the trio a gentle shove towards the door and turned his attention back to Bo-Katan. They still had much to discuss.

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Ahsoka thumbed lazily through the book Jocasta Nu had given to her. The initial excitement of paper had been short lived, and now Ahsoka found herself reading the same lines over and over except for when one of the clones stopped by and asked if they could touch it, perhaps with a snide remark about how their homework days were over. Some had been more interested than others. Jesse had sat on the arm of the chair and read over her shoulder for a while before he was called away, leaving her alone in the barracks common room.

She welcomed the distraction that was the beep of her comm. “Ahsoka.”

“Snips, Master Plo has just engaged General Grievous on Utapau.”

Her posture straightened as she sat up in surprise. “The Chancellor’s info was right?”

“It seems so. I’m on my way to brief him at the moment. Pass the news on to Rex, would you?”

“Of course. Good luck, Anakin.” She rarely used her master’s name when she spoke to him, but right now, it felt right. Hadn’t they and Rex had enough near-death experiences together to be allowed to speak on a first name basis from time to time?

Her comm beeped in acknowledgement, and she set off to find Rex.

[izzygyrl]

Mad With Love {Master Kenobi x Jedi!Reader}

Words: 2, 064

This is one of my older requests from a while ago I posted on my Deviantart! 

“If you don’t keep your guard up that remote is going to hit you!” I told my apprentice. I felt his frustration heighten and saw his knuckles turn less orange as his grip tightened around his training saber. I sighed at my Twi’lek apprentice. “Breathe and relax. Listen. Reach out with the force you can do this Dev.” I assured my struggling apprentice. His lekku relaxed slightly and he let out a deep breath. As the remote flew around him with a faint whizz, he followed it. Then it struck. Quick as lightning Lev blocked it and the blast was absorbed into the practice saber. A few more ensued and he blocked them with perfect ease.

“Alright I think that’s enough.” I told my apprentice. Quick as lighting Dev ripped off the helmet he was using to cover his vision to show his blue eyes staring back at me. And he wasn’t happy. His shoulders slumped and his eyes fell. I immediately went over to him and put my hand on his shoulder. “You did great Dev. Better than ever.” I assured him. He let out a sigh. “I know. It’s just I’m dealing with so much.” He said. I sighed. “I understand Dev. I know you’re worried about your parents. But they knew you would be safe here and that you would do well here. You are very force sensitive. Don’t let the anger and frustration get to you. That can lead to the dark side. You must always go in with a calm and clear head. If you do, then you will always be able to see the light.” I told him. He looked up at me his blue eyes alight. “Thanks Master (Y/N).” He said. I gave him a smile. “No problem.”

 I then decided it was time to tell him the good news. “I have some good news for you Dev.” I told him. He looked up. “What?” He asked. “I am going to talk to the council to see if you can accompany me on one of my supply run escorts. It will give you good experience and I think it’s time you got out of the temple and into the real world. You’re not a youngling anymore. I want you to get out there and help.” I told him. The blue eyes widened and smile lit up on his orange face. “Really?! Oh thank you Master! I would love that!” He said. I smiled pleased that I could lift my apprentices spirit. “Your progress has showed. You are doing great. I’ll speak with Master Yoda and the other council members later today.” I told him.

“How about now?” I heard a familiar voice say. I recognized it immediately and my lips pursed. I turned around to see Master Kenobi leaning against the doorway to the training room. “Hope I’m not interrupting something.” He said. I felt my heart flutter. Pushing away the thought and feeling I pursed my lips. “Master Kenobi. How can I help you?” I asked the strawberry blonde Jedi.

“The council wishes for you to attend a meeting with me. Just the usual update.” He said. His gaze broke from mine and towards Dev. “Run along now Dev. You earned it.” He said. I clenched my jaw. Dev looked at Master Kenobi and back at me. I nodded and with a small bow the Twi’lek ran off. Once the door closed I glared at the Jedi. “I would appreciate it if you didn’t order my apprentice around.” I said my tone a tad forced. Kenobi gave me a small smirk that sent another flutter through my stomach. “My apologies.” He said giving a mock bow. I huffed and ran my fingers through my hair. “I thought I was giving an update to the council later on in the day.” I said to him as I grabbed my robe off the hook and pulled it on.

Obi-Wan watched me and once again was leaning against the wall. “Master Yoda asked me to fetch you. Seems the chancellor wished to speak with him during your time so we had to bump it up.” He informed me. I sighed and staring in the reflective surface started to fix my hair so I at least looked partly presentable to the council. Once that was done I started to clean up the room putting the remote blaster away and just tidying up so the next person to use the room was happy. Then when I was finished I turned to Kenobi. “Alright let’s go.” I said.

Kenobi POV

I watched as Master (L/N) fixed her hair in the reflective surface of the wall. I rolled my eyes. If only she knew. She didn’t need to do that. She was already stunning as it was training hair or no. I sighed as she continued to get ready. I looked down at the floor shuffling on my feet. As she passed me I inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume. Jasmine. It tickled my nose and I immediately relaxed. If only I could tell her how I felt. Damn you Kenobi. Man up! I scolded myself mentally. No the code. If anyone would find out…oh what torture! My mind was full of emotion. Over time I had developed feelings for Master (L/N). She had graced me with her charm and whit. And what did I do to deserve it? Tease her and mock her. I didn’t know how to tell her how I felt about her! I was fearful for her rejection. So the only other thing I could do to lay her off the scent was…be mean to her. Oh and how it tortured me!

“Alright let’s go!” I heard her voice ring out melodic and angelic. It sent a shiver down my spine. I cleared my throat and nodded. She gave me a confused look and before I could stop myself I narrowed my eyes and shot out a “what?” She was taken aback and shook her head. “Nothing. I just…” She stared but then huffed and rolled her eyes. “Let’s just get going alright?” She said. “Fine!” I shot back. She let out another huff before storming out the room. I mentally smacked myself. Smooth move Kenobi. Sighing I quickly hurried after her.

(Y/N) POV

I walked briskly down the temple halls with Master Kenobi at my side. Together we walked over the red carpeted rugs towards the elevator that led up to the council’s chambers. We walked in silence. Suddenly a dozen younglings came running around the corner barreling towards us causing me to bump into Obi-Wan as they weaved around us. I stumbled slightly and before I could stop myself I was falling.

But I never hit the ground. “Woah!” I heard a voice and I felt strong arms wrap around me. “Clumsy as always.” I heard Master Kenobi chuckle. I sighed and ripped myself away from him. “I didn’t need your help.” I snapped. Kenobi blinked a tad surprised and I sighed. “Sorry.” I said. He shrugged. “I’ll just let you fall next time.” He said walking past me. I huffed and watched as he strutted away. Turning around I let out a call to the younglings to be more careful and not to run in the temple. Then I quickly stomped after Kenobi.

The rest of the time we walked in silence. Stepping into the elevator we said nothing. Then the elevator opened with a ding and we stepped out. Ahead was the council room its round door closed. Two guards stood there. As we approached one went in. Finally, after a few moments the door opened and the guard came out. “The council will see you now.” He said. I nodded and together we walked in.

As I entered I saw many of the masters were on hologram. Many were away from the temple on other business around the galaxy but of course as usual Master Yoda, Master Windu and my own Master Plo Koon was there. (I just really like Plo Koon. You can change it if you want.) I bowed in respect to the council members. “Masters. Thank you for seeing me.” I said. Plo Koon and the others bowed back. “Welcome (Y/N).” Plo Koon said. “And welcome to you Master Kenobi.” Plo Koon greeted the strawberry blonde. Kenobi bowed and returned the greeting.

“Updates on your padawan’s training we wish to hearof.” Yoda said. I nodded and stepped forward. “My padawan, Dev Sindula has been improving greatly over these last few weeks. Now he is very good in combat with a saber and is working hard on his meditation. Not only this but he has been studying in the library on the different galaxies and systems and is very much enjoying it. With the council’s permission of course I believe that he is ready to accompany me on an escort mission for a supply run. I wish to start small with him. If the council allows this, I am expected to go on a supply run to Dantooine.” I said.

The masters exchanged looks and mumbled to themselves. Suddenly Master Kenobi stepped forward. “If the council allows it may I speak?” He asked. Yoda nodded. “I was watching Dev train with Master (L/N) today and I noticed that the padawann gets frustrated easily and it throws him off balance and he isn’t able to think straight. I don’t believe that the padawann is ready to do a supply run just yet. I believe that he must hone in on his meditation skills more before going out into a real life situation where if worse comes to worse he may get into trouble.” He said. I pursed my lips trying to control my outrage and anger at this. But deep down I knew this was true. But I didn’t like those words coming out of his mouth. He had no right!

Yoda let out a long hmmm. “Right Master Kenobi is. Problem this could be. Padawann Dev I believe shall stay here and do more training he should.” Yoda said. I felt my heart fall.  “I agree. I do believe he had improved Master (L/N), however, we can’t take the risk if he is still struggling with the force.” Plo Koon said. I clenched my jaw holding my tongue.

“I disagree. I believe that with this experience Dev Sindula can work on his meditation on this run and see what it’s really like in the real world.” Master Windu spoke up. I nodded.  However, the council soon voted and it was voted that Dev should do some more training before going out. With a bow and a quick word of thanks to the council I left the chambers.  I could sense Master Kenobi behind me as we turned a corner down an empty hallway. “Well that went well.” He said. I spun around on him fury in me. “He was ready! Dev can do this! If it hadn’t been for you he would be going with me!” I snarled in anger.

“And if you were attacked? Supply runs are often attacked!” Kenobi said.  “He’s a padawann! He’s not a youngling anymore! He is good in combat training and would handle himself fine!” I snapped.  “That’s not what I saw.” Kenobi said.  I reeled back in shock. “You! Oh you make me so mad! I could just—.”

Before I could say what I could do to him Master Kenobi’s lips were suddenly on mine. I let out a muffled cry of shock before melting into the kiss. I felt Obi-Wan’s whiskers brush against my chin. His gentleness shocked me.  He then pulled away his arms up trapping me between them. “And if you or him got hurt I would never forgive myself. From the moment I met you (Y/N), you have captured my heart. I don’t know how but you did. And I didn’t know what to tell you so I was mean to you. And I’m a fool for it.” He said.

I blinked shocked. “So you like me?” I said. He nodded. I bit my lip. “Well I’ll be.” I said. I saw his blue eyes fall. “What?” He asked.  I shrugged. I really like you too Obi-Wan. But what about the council?” I asked.  He smirked. “Screw the council.” He said before smashing his lips onto mine once more.

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Age of Heroes | Chapter 4, Spies/Secrets

AO3 Link | 2600 words (approx) | Prologue, Chapter 3, Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Obi-Wan discovers Cody's disappearance. Plo Koon and Wolffe meet Ahsoka and Rex in the Temple to inform her of their assignment.

CW: Torture

“Train yourself to let go of everything you fear to lose.” - Yoda

“General Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan turned from the holomap that he and Bo-Katan were looking over. Sundari had been taken, but the flight of the traditionalists to the Undercity was concerning. He was waiting to hear back from Cody and Boil. Peel, stationed at the entrance to the sewers, had informed Obi-Wan of their investigation into the pipes hours ago. For the first hour of no-contact Obi-Wan had been mulling over quips about getting lost in the sewers, but now, unable to raise any of the squad on comms, he was getting worried.

“Trapper.” Obi-Wan’s gaze fell from the ARF trooper’s helmet to the one that Trapper was holding in his hands. Cody’s.

“Captain Boil and his men were killed. There was no sign of Commander Cody but this. I believe they took him alive, sir. There were signs of a struggle.” Trapper passed the helmet to Obi-Wan, who took it numbly. He reached out into the Force for Cody but was unable to find him. He was vaguely aware of Trapper’s voice. “Do you want us to continue our search for him, General?”

Obi-Wan shook his head. “No. Continue to guard the sewers, but don’t send in any more teams. They’ll be wiped out.” He dismissed Trapper and returned to Bo-Katan and the holotable.

Bo-Katan’s gaze fell on the helmet in Obi-Wan’s hands. “They’re hiding in the sewers then.”

“It would appear so.” Obi-Wan sighed, tucking the helmet into the crook of his arm. The only way to help Cody now was to find Maul. “How is the siege progressing otherwise?”

“There are a small number of firefights still happening in section eleven. But for the most part, your clones have been as effective as promised. Still, without Maul in custody this could all fall apart quickly. We must capture him before he escapes.”

“I don’t think Maul plans on escaping. I think he wanted me here. We may be playing right into his hand.” Obi-Wan drummed his fingers against the lip of Cody’s helmet, feeling the loss of his commander’s presence. Cody would know what to do next. He always knew. Obi-Wan’s heart sunk with the realization that he may not have Cody at his side again. They had to find Maul.

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“Have you seen General Skywalker, sir?”

“Not since I left him with Senator Amidala when I went to brief the Council on our rescue.” Ahsoka turned to look at Rex. He seemed so out of place, cold armor in the warm hues of the Jedi Temple. Even his face appeared cold, as if the warm light inside wasn’t reaching him. If it weren’t for the reflections against his helmet’s visor between them, she’d think the morning was shunning him.

“So, we’re not getting him back for a while then.”

She was so glad that they both openly knew about Anakin’s secret relations with the senator. After her return, and Anakin’s near confession to her about his marriage, she and her captain had danced awkwardly around the subject until Anakin had told the two of them that he was staying the night at Padmé’s apartment and would prefer to not be disturbed until late the next morning. That had become the new normal for the trio when on Coruscant. Ahsoka and Rex handled the men and the paperwork, Anakin handled Padmé. Though they tried not to think about them that way.

“Not a chance, Rex.” She laughed as they arrived at the door to her room. “Would you like to come in?”

“No, thank you, sir. I can wait out here just fine.” Rex leaned back against the edge of the doorframe. Ahsoka nodded, clapping him on the arm, then entered her room. It was barren, even for a Jedi. Her sleeping mat lay in the corner with two wooden boxes beside it. There was no other decoration. She knelt down by one of the boxes, sifting through its contents for her beading kit.

“Little ‘Soka.” Ahsoka turned to see a familiar Kel Dor standing in the doorway to her quarters.

“Master Plo! Come in.”

Plo Koon took a look around the room as he stepped inside. His eyes fixed on the small pile of beads and akul teeth before her on the floor, then on the small pouch beside them. “Going back to the barracks so soon?”

“I sleep better there, Master Plo.” She had tried, really tried to stay in the Temple after her return. But her room reminded her of Bariss’ similarly non-descript room, and the silence was deafening. After a week of sleepless nights, she had asked Anakin and Rex for permission to stay in the barracks with the 501st when back on Coruscant. They had managed to find an unoccupied private room for her in their wing, which she had gladly accepted. She suspected that it had once been a storage closet from the smell of chemicals that had hung around her first week there. But she’d felt more at home among the clones than she did around the Jedi, and soon the chemical smell was gone, and she considered the room to be hers.

“I believe that I understand. We’ve spent so much time on the front lines with our men that it feels strange to not be around them. But you must also remember that the war will one day be over and that you must return to the Jedi Temple after it ends.”

Ahsoka nodded silently, looking beyond Plo Koon to the still-open doorway, where she could see a set of grey armor with an iconic helmet tucked under one arm next to Rex. “Where are you going?”

“Commander Wolffe and I are being sent to Utapau. Chancellor Palpatine believes that General Grievous is hiding out there.”

“Why?”

“An intercepted message from the Chairman of Utapau. It may be a trap.”

Ahsoka remembered Anakin’s vision. “Or, this could really be the end of the Clone Wars.”

Rex leaned further into the doorframe. “Utapau?”

“Utapau. So says the Chancellor, at least.” Wolffe shifted back and forth. “I hope he’s there, I’m ready to face that bastard again.”

Rex sensed apprehension. “But?”

Wolffe scoffed and shook his head. “I have a bad feeling about this, old boy. Not about Grievous, there’s something else. Something feels wrong about all of this.” For a moment Wolffe’s façade cracked, and Rex saw a wave of fear pass over his face. Then he was back. “Maybe I just need to take some lysinate.”

“You have a headache?”

“Ever since we got our orders to Utapau.” Wolffe reached up to run his hand over the back of his head. Rex bit back asking if he’d had his inhibitor chip checked recently. He knew that chip scans had been implemented as part of their quarterly physical as part of an effort to catch pre-tumorous ones, but he still worried.

Rex reached out for Wolffe, grabbing his shoulder and stepping closer, but before he could speak the conversation inside the room reached them. “… this could be the end of the Clone Wars.”

Wolffe turned from Rex to face the inside of the room. “Did you have a vision?”

“Master Skywalker did, when we were on the Invisible Hand. And why not? Dooku is dead, you’re about to track down Grievous, why wouldn’t it end here?”

Plo Koon shook his head. “There’s something missing.”

“Maul’s capture.” Rex offered.

“With him in custody we may be able to find out the identity of Darth Sidious.” Ahsoka finished. “Dooku, Grievous, Sidious. All in one blow. Not to mention Maul. How else could the war end?”

“The Separatists finish building their super-weapon and blow us all up?” Wolffe proposed.

“That’s just a rumor.” Rex said.

“So was the Malevolence, old boy.” The memory hung in the air, stifling the conversation.

Plo Koon brought his hand to his mask for a moment, letting it rest there while he thought. “Commander Wolffe, Captain Rex, could I get a moment of privacy with Commander Tano for a minute?”

“Yes, sir.” The clones stepped back, manually closing the door behind them.

“What is it, Master Plo?” Ahsoka stood from the floor to face her friend.

“There is something you should know, and it’s best that you hear it from me. You, your master, and the 501st will not be returning to the front, but will be staying on Coruscant for a few weeks. Master Skywalker is on a special assignment here at the moment.” Plo Koon paused, returning the hand to his mask.

Ahsoka crossed her arms, her interest piqued. “What kind of assignment?”

“Your Master has been asked to observe the movements and actions of the Chancellor and to report his findings to the Council. He has been allowed to remain in office far too long after his term has expired. The Council wants to know what his true intentions are.”

Ahsoka dug her nails into her forearms. “They told him to spy on the Supreme Chancellor? The Chancellor has been a great friend and mentor to Anakin! I can’t imagine he is happy about this.”

“I can’t imagine so either. Which is why the Council wanted you to know.” Plo Koon stepped forward, placing his hands on Ahsoka’s shoulders. She sensed hesitation in his statement and wondered if the Council had wanted her to know, or if Master Plo had wanted her to know. She relaxed slightly under the weight of his arms. Her grievances were against the Council, not Plo Koon.

“Thank you, Master Plo.”

“You are very welcome, little ‘Soka. Now, Wolffe and I must be off to Utapau. Evidently, we have a war to win.”

Ahsoka remained standing as she watched Master Plo exit her quarters. She tried to reach out into the Force, to feel into his future, but there was something blocking her from reaching beyond the doorstep of her quarters. Wolffe was tense, she could feel the worry radiating off of him. Perhaps that was it. She’d never felt such apprehension coming off of a clone before, let alone Wolffe, who she regarded as decisive even in the face of his own wrongdoings. Her concentration was broken as Plo and Wolffe stepped away. The moment gone, she knelt back down to gather the rest of her things.

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“You’re wasting your time; I’ll never betray him.” Cody rasped; his voice hoarse from the pressure of the grappling line. Though it had left his neck almost a day ago, the pain remained. His hands were tied above his head to one of the pipes. His armor lay at his feet in pieces, leaving him in his blacks. He felt exposed without it, but also thankful for the relief its absence put on his shoulders.

Maul made a sound that Cody would’ve described as a chuckle if he believed Maul to be capable of humor. “How charming that you actually believe that to be true. Clones. Bred for combat. All part of the plan.”

“What plan?” This time, Cody could gag when Maul moved towards him.

“The plan. The only plan that matters. Not even I was made aware of its grand design,” Maul ran his fingers over Cody’s scar almost absentmindedly, “but I played my part. And do you know what happened to me? I was cast aside. I was forgotten. But I survived, and I can thrive in the chaos that is to come.” He slipped his hand under Cody’s jaw then pulled it away as he took a step back, fingernail’s raking against Cody’s skin. He turned to the waiting Mandalorians. “Saxon, information is a valuable commodity. See to it that the Prime Minister does not become an asset to our enemy.”

"Yes, my lord.” One of the Mandalorians split off from the group, Cody made a mental note that that tunnel must be the way out of the sewers.

Maul turned back to Cody. “I was hoping that Skywalker would accompany your invasion instead of rushing off to Coruscant. I wonder…the moment may be upon us.” Maul’s eyes became distant, and Cody felt as if his blood had turned to ice. A familiar pounding started in the back of his head. It had been there for weeks, starting a few days before the Yerbana campaign. Cody knew that he wasn’t a Force user, none of the clones were, but maybe being around the Jedi had given him some connection to its essence. And maybe, just maybe, the Force was trying to tell him something, trying to warn him of some danger. Or his inhibitor chip was decaying. He pushed the thought out of his mind. Then Maul was back. “Do you know what Kenobi has done to me? He has taken everything from me, and for that, he will pay.”

"And me?”

Maul cupped his face again and Cody scowled, feeling Maul’s hot breath on his face. “You are going to help me make him suffer.” Cody closed his eyes and tried to reach for Obi-Wan in the Force, but he could feel nothing. It’s probably not how the Force worked. Maybe the Force was busy at the moment. “There’s no use in reaching out for him, he won’t come until we’re ready. Though I imagine that it will take him longer, without his cherished commander at his side.”

“You’re overestimating my importance.” Cody made sure to meet Maul’s yellow eyes as he spoke, searching for any signs of weakness in them.

“Am I? Perhaps so. They haven’t sent any more search parties for you. I suppose they’ve cut their losses and moved on already.” Maul pulled his hand away once more, and Cody allowed his head to fall against his chest. He was tired. But if Maul was telling the truth, at least no more of his brothers would die for him in these tunnels. “Rook, start from the beginning. I believe our guest is becoming bored.”

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Rex awoke with a jolt. His hand reached for his stomach as he scanned the small nondescript room that he called his own. Nothing. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed and lay his head in his hands as he steadied his breathing. He must’ve been having a nightmare. The chronometer on his desk read 04:54, he would’ve been up soon anyways. He slid off the bed and grabbed the towel and fresh pair of blacks that waited for him over the back of his desk chair. There was nobody else in the hallway when he stepped out. As usual. Rex was often the first one to rise. He turned towards the showers but a voice floating down the hallway stopped him.

“… from Dooku has been lost.” Ahsoka said.

“He’s dead?” Obi-Wan’s voice. Of course, Mandalore was nearly opposite Coruscant in time and Ahsoka had no circadian rhythm that he knew of.

“Anakin killed him when we were rescuing the Chancellor.”

“With Dooku gone, we’ve lost a vital link to understanding the mystery of Darth Sidious. Perhaps, Maul’s capture may be able to provide the missing pieces to this puzzle.” Rex moved towards the voices, coming to a stop beside Ahsoka’s door.

“Have you found him yet?”

“No, and Cody is missing.” Rex felt the towel hit the floor at his feet but had no memory of when he had dropped it. He felt numb.

“I’m so sorry, Master Kenobi. I’ll tell Rex.” Maybe she could sense his presence outside already. “I wish we could be there for you.”

“Thank you, Ahsoka, but I’m afraid that you must remain on Coruscant for the duration of Anakin’s assignment. He may need you.”

“Best of luck finding Maul, and Cody.” There was the sound of a holocomm clicking off, then Ahsoka was standing in the doorway beside him. She took his hands in hers and pulled him into her embrace. Rex let himself fall apart in her arms.