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Sith Rey & Death Star - STAR WARS: RISE OF SKYWALKER Movie Clip (2019) HD

Sith Rey & Death Star – STAR WARS: RISE OF SKYWALKER Movie Clip (2019) HD

Sith Rey & Death Star – STAR WARS: RISE OF SKYWALKER Movie Clip (2019) HD CLIP DESCRIPTION: Rey (Daisy Ridley) fights the Dark Side of herself with a lightsaber and confronts Kylo Ren with the Wayfinder in a new official movie clip from STAR WARS: THE RISE OF SKYWALKER! #StarWars #TheRiseOfSkywalker iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/movie/star-wars-the-rise-of-skywalker/id1490359713 PLOT: The…

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May the 4th be with you all! Here is Reylo in celebration.

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badder than ur favorite bad bitch

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Happy 73rd Birthday to Emmy Winning, 3x Saturn Award Winning, Annie Award Nominated actor Mark Hamill! ^__^

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part Four: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker × femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship, sexual content, pervy behavior, male masturbation, panty kink, sex daydreams [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin is doing his very best, he just loves you and wants you to be comfy around him. Just let him worm his way into your heart babe [diary entries from Ani] extremely not proofread. I’m illiterate so apologies in advance MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: July 8th

Mr. Nelson’s funeral was today, it really was a beautiful ceremony as I look back on it. Even more so when my inner self smears the background enough to bring you to the front of the mental image.

You’d spoken to the man a handful of times, but I didn’t expect you to come. When I saw you accept the invite to the event on Facebook I thought surely it was a mistake. That was until you messaged Luke and asked him to accompany you, funerals make you nervous, but feeling obligated to do something and avoiding it makes you more nervous.

So your moral support was happy to attend and fight off dear old Alan’s corpse should he rise from the casket and set his sights on you.

And I though I had irrational fears, geez babydoll, how old were you when you watched Night of The Living Dead for the first time? If I had to guess it was too young. It’s alright though I get it, you know what movie traumatized me? The Mummy. Heebied my fucking Jeebies so bad I avoided the beach on family vacations.

You’re telling me there’s not a sarcophagus under all that sand? There’s at least one under there and you can’t convince me otherwise.

Solid ground for me only, please and thank you.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I had a thought that I initially considered to be a sweet reminder of my dear friend Alan. His obituary was in the newspaper and I happened to swipe one from the guest book table at the viewing as well. Have you ever scrapbooked before? I bet you’ve at least tried it.

Well I thought it would be nice to make him a page in my journal. A little celebration of life for the man who gave me an opportunity to grow and nurture my love for you.

Then I realized mid-glue stick on the newspaper clipping that the idea was something that a clinically insane person would do.

I’m not that guy. That guy’s not me.

But the glue was already on there and it felt wrong to toss Alan’s wrinkly old face into the trash so I pasted him into my journal anyway.

Crazy people don’t know that they’re crazy. I’m well aware that little idea was less than tasteful, just felt like I should mention that.

Date:

July 28th

Anakin Skywalker hadn’t been this happy since�� ever. The previous record being his discovery of you, was now toppled into second place and overshadowed by ‘Move In Day’.

He could hardly contain himself. It was a dopamine high that he would ride out until he’d drained every last drop.

The movers lugged in box after box, furniture and books, until finally they dropped off the last load and thanked Anakin for the business. He eagerly shook their hand and shoved them out. He had preparations to make.

He set up his Tv, screen mirroring the live feed of the apartment building entrance to the big screen so that he could easily keep an eye out for you while he unpacked his kitchen.

He’d planned your ‘meet-cute’ meticulously, looking to your bookshelf and streaming services to gather intel on your ideal scenario. You were an odd bird, but he liked that about you. It’s part of your charm, it’s part of the challenge. You’re not as predictable in your tastes and interests as others can be.

Anakin formulated the interaction step by step, frame by frame in the storyboard of his imagination until he had the perfect scene. His box office hit that he’d replay over and over again until the next time he stood face to face with you.

It took quite some time and a load of practice. Discarded dialogue, awkward movements that made him feel stiff and less than human when he practiced them in the mirror. Endless options of clothes, shoes, and hair.

Should he get a new piercing? He wanted to. So he did, he knew you’d like it.

It’d match the one he already had on the opposite nostril. It made him feel more complete to add something so permanent to his body, he wished he could do something similar with you. He wanted you to be permanent, so maybe it’s his subconscious’s way of telling him that this was going in the right direction.

He was on the right path. His journey of life alone was coming to a close and a new trail would reveal itself. No more rocky, unsteady tread. No more sharp turns and blind spots, no more impossible inclines.

Scraped knees and bloodied hands would be distant memories. Maybe even distant enough that he could toss them into The Pit.

He would have no need for anger or sorrow anymore.

How could he feel anything but the warm embrace of love as he strolled down the flowered path ahead with you?

Who knew that you could position one box in 83 different ways and hate every single one of them? Anakin was so thankful there weren’t any actual surveillance cameras in the apartment building. It’d be really difficult to explain why he was in the hallway for an hour with his hands on his hips, scooting a box of books a centimeter or two at a time. Turning it sideways and then making sure the book on top was perfectly positioned and would effectively fall to the ground to catch your attention.

He checked his watch nonstop, stared at his Tv screen, willing you to just hurry the fuck up before he vomited from anxiety. He’d waited months for this. If he fucked it up now he’d… well he’d probably keel over on the spot.

Which would promptly traumatize you and not even his ghost would be able to peacefully haunt you. It’s hard to peacefully haunt someone if they watched you die, or at least Anakin assumed it would be difficult. He wasn’t willing to test that theory though.

So, he puffed up his chest and walked back into his apartment and rehearsed the upcoming conversation a few more times. He needed, desperately needed to ensure his facial expressions conveyed what he wanted.

Soft, trustworthy, dependable, safe, caring.

He practiced softening his eyes, knowing sometimes he stared alittle too hard. He worked on his facial fidget; chewing on the inside of his cheek was a quick tell of his nervousness. He didn’t want to be perceived as nervous, he wanted to be confident and sure of himself so that you would be confident in your soon to blossom affection for him.

His eyebrows, that’s a hard one, but he’d meticulously watched bar goers trying to flirt. The successful ones he learned, sometimes use their eyebrows in place of questions or words. A difficult concept, but one he studied until he mastered it.

Now, the other facial expressions and mannerisms… he gathered that information from your watch lists on your streaming services. For the visible examples at least, but your books were just as helpful in describing how he should approach you, speak to you, and simply exist near you.

He hadn’t realized these things were this important until now. Standing and posture was surprisingly very, very important to women. As well as hand movements and subtle glances and minuscule changes of expression.

You were worth the time and effort it took to learn all of it. He’d read and research and practice until he couldn’t stand to look at himself in the mirror any longer. He was determined to make sure you were happy with the results.

He was startled by a loud ping, someone had entered to building and holy shit it was you.

Anakin shook out his hands frantically, remembering the breathing techniques he’d learned as a child, he grounded himself quickly.

It’s okay.

‘She’s gonna love you. She’ll warm up to you quickly, you know everything you need to know about her to make her comfortable and loved.’

‘There’s no way she won’t fall head over heels.’

He smoothed out his band-tee and ran his hands through his hair quickly and headed to his door that was propped open slightly. A few boxes sat in the hall, including the most important one, the one instrumental to his plan.

The apartment hallway was ridiculously tiny, which worked in his favor in this situation.

He heard you come up the stairs, counted your steps until he knew you were almost at the door, 17 and a half steps. Then he swung open the door and bent down to grab one of the boxes.

As expected, he startled you and you dropped your keys. You always wore your backpack on one shoulder, one strap. So when you quickly went to scoop up your keys, your bag swung out of place and toppled a few books from one of the boxes.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Anakin could gloat to himself about his magnificent setup later, right now he needed to woo you with his sweet words.

“Oh, sweetheart I’m sorry.” He said softly, coming over to offer you a hand up.

“It’s okay, my bad.” You laughed, taking his hand.

He managed to keep calm and collected despite his insides boiling him alive at the willing skin contact.

“No, not at all. It’s my fault for startling you like that.” He chuckled, squeezing your upper arm and using his hand already in yours to give you a small handshake. Smooth.

“I’m Anakin.” He said with a bashful smile, dropping your hand and reveling in the lingering warmth your palm left on his.

You introduced yourself in return, gesturing to his apartment door.

“So I take it that you’re my new neighbor huh?” You said, making small talk as you crouched down to pick up the books you’d knocked over.

“No I’m just a one man moving crew.” He grinned.

“Very funny.” You laughed, standing up as you looked through the titles. “Hmm, you’ve got good taste.”

“You think so?” He asked, remembering to make his eyebrows swoop up toward the middle of his forehead to give a quizzical look.

“Oh yeah, this is one of my favorites.” You said, showing him the cover of The Silmarillion by Tolkien.

“Not many people actually read that one, I’m impressed.” He smiled.

“Impressed? Yeah well I’m jealous.” You laughed.

“What?” He chuckled, holding his hands out to take the other books from you.

“This is a really nice edition, it’s similar to mine. I recently lost it.” You sighed. “I think I must’ve left it the park or maybe it fell out of my bag or something.”

“Ah, that sucks… well, I mean I’ve read that one a few times now. It’s been well loved.” He said tipping the books in his arms toward the one you were holding. “Why don’t you keep it?”

He shrugged, acting nonchalant as though this didn’t mean the entire world to him and if you said no he’d sob about it later.

“You’re serious?” You asked in surprise, he was offering you a 50$ special edition book and you’d barely known him for a minute.

“Yeah, ‘course sweetheart.” He said with a cute, crooked smile. “Think of it as a… reverse house warming gift.” He chuckled.

“Thank you, I- this means a lot to me.” You said, grinning widely. “That’s real sweet of you Anakin. I owe you one.”

“No worries.” He chuckled, “I’m sure we’ll find a way to make it even sweetheart.” His gaze flickered quickly from your eyes to your lips, and he turned to go back into his apartment after giving you an almost-missed wink.

You stepped inside your home, and went straight to the bookshelf to put your new-to-you book where it belonged. After the fact you stood there and buffered, just staring at it.

‘There’s no way, this guy has to be too good to be true.’

But he seemed… so genuine. He didn’t ogle you, he didn’t make you feel weird or like he just felt obligated to speak to you.

He seemed to actually, really be a good guy.

Rare. Few and far of those exist in this day and age. It’s uncommon to meet someone who would do something, even as simple as giving you a used book, without expecting anything in return.

But he didn’t seem to expect anything. He didn’t seem to even expect a thank you, it was like he’d already decided he would give it to you before he even offered.

What are the odds that a hot, tattooed and pierced man moves in next door and gifts you an expensive book that just so happens to be an even better replacement for the one that you just lost? That couldn’t happen twice even if you tried to make it happen again.

What kind of second dimension did you step into? The land of dreamy men?

Diary Entry: July 28th

It’s late. But I have to write to you, it can’t wait til tomorrow.

Everything went more perfectly than I could’ve imagined. Thank you so much for being you sweet girl. It made my job of curating the scenery so much easier, you clumsy little thing. I am sorry for having to spook you though, but it worked didn’t it?

Research pays off. Always.

And of course there’s the issue of your book, I hated to see your frustration and your mad scowl when you realized it was missing from your backpack. I really did.

But I’d do it every goddamn day if I knew I’d get the same reaction out of you from giving you that new copy.

Oh god you’re… you’re beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You look angelic when you sleep but you look like competition for Aphrodite when you smile at me.

You smiled, grinned. You smiled all the way up to the corners of your bright and beautiful eyes. For me.

You even laughed for me.

It was so sweet I could taste it. The honey of your voice, I could fucking bathe in it. Just the sound of you speaking, knowing you were speaking to me. Really speaking to me.

In the flesh.

It’s intoxicating. It’s emboldening, it’s dangerous. I’ve never been more worked up in my life. I’m torn all to pieces from at two minute and 6 second conversation.

I think I’ll have to fucking recover from this like a damn hangover.

But what has me so drunk you might ask? Was it your laugh at my stupid jokes? Was it your perfect smile, your radiant glow, your soulful eyes? The softness of your skin or you willingness to let me touch you?

No baby. It’s how you said my name.

I wish I could’ve stayed longer, I wish I could’ve spoken to you more. But it’s so hard to concentrate when my dick is leaking precum down my leg at a rate that should probably be concerning.

The minute you closed that door I shoved those boxes into my apartment and locked the door. Took my elated ass straight to the couch and watched you in your living room, admiring your gift from me while I fucked my fist with a pair of your dirty panties in my mouth.

I couldn’t have your honeyed lips soothing my angry red cock just yet, but I sure as hell could imagine licking your gorgeous little cunt while I tasted you.

I tugged my balls and pumped my cock for over half an hour until I was a fucking mess for you in my new living room’s floor. The cool hardwood letting the heat from my flushed skin seep away from me as I came back down to earth.

I made myself dizzy. Didn’t give myself a break, didn’t slow down, just stroked my cock like the desperate little manwhore that I am for you. The only thing missing was you being there to watch me fall apart.

I think you’d like that wouldn’t you? Watching a man like me get on his knees and beg for you?

Diary Entry: July 29th

I’ve replayed that moment in my head for hours on end. The beginning always stays the same, but the ending… that’s been subject to many changes. It started off simple, we’d chat alittle longer, I’d ask you how your day was; you’d tell me it was ‘fine, thank you’.

Or you’d ask me why I decided to move in, why I chose this side of town, this side of town, this apartment building, across from you. That one always ended questionably and I’d rather not explore that one on paper.

My favorites however were the ones where you’d laugh at a stupid pick-up line and somehow we’d end up in your bed. The bed I’ve sat and watched you sleep in. Those were the best additions.

Now, I’ve been fortunate enough that you’ve been loyal, faithful and devoted to only me since the very beginning. So I don’t really have a clue what you’d actually be like in bed.

But god it’s so fun to imagine it.

You’ve got such pretty, soft skin. You let me mar it up with my teeth and soothe it with my tongue. You let me grip the pillowy flesh of your thighs to spread you open for me. You let me pinch and roll and pull your nipples until they were raw and begging for a break. You let me caress the sensitive slick covered folds between those beautiful pussy lips, plunge my fingers in as far as they’d go.

I took you from behind, watching your perky little ass bounce off my cock while I plowed into you. Your face smushed against the couch cushions and your body folded over the arm rest for me to fuck you like the good little girl that you are.

Against the wall with your arms around my neck while I’ve got my hands holding you spread open and in place by the crook of your knees. You promised you stay real still so that I could drill up into you like you deserved.

God damn. Do you know how good you look like that? Back arched against the wall, tits jiggling in my face with every thrust. Your legs pushed up and back to the sides of your torso, to pin you in place?

It was like a pretty pink flower had bloomed and spread its buttery smooth petals just for me.

Don’t even get me started on how good you suck cock. Have you ever been told you could be mistaken for a warm, wet Hoover? No? Didn’t think so cause that would be rude as hell, but I bet someone’s thought it before.

(Me. It’s me, I thought that.)

Fuck those soft lips. Fuck that smooth snake of a tongue. Fuck that tight, hot throat that just loves to take a beating from my dick.

Can’t wait to prove my imagination right.

Speaking of, my dick has been beat. Like actually. If one didn’t know any better they’d assume it’s on life support, but I’m a freak of nature. Cumming upwards of 16 times in the span of 40ish hours would probably put a weaker man in a hospital bed. Or maybe a psych ward.

But I am not a weak man even if my dick feels raw. I’d still fuck you if you asked.

I’d be curious to know if I’d be able to stave off cumming longer from all the abuse or if I’d be so fucking sensitive that I wouldn’t make it in half an inch.

Probably the latter.

Diary Entry: August 2nd

Being so close to you is killing me. Truly it is.

You’ve sunken your claws so deeply into my very soul and you don’t even realize it. It’s torture. To you, I’m just the new guy, nice dude who gave you a book. But to me? You’re my entire world.

I’ve been told I have the personality of a guard dog. Soft and squishy on the inside, dangerous and fierce on the outside. Which I suppose could be true, but really I think it’s for a different reason. For a human, a dog is one small but very impactful blip in your life. But for the dog? You are it’s life.

Am I comparing myself to a dog right now? Yes I am.

I’ll beg for you to throw me the scraps of your affections until you finally toss me a bone.

Bark.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

I’ve been trying my best to give you space. To plan accordingly and in advance. I have our next two interactions simmering on the back burner.

I know that if I go too hard, too fast, you’ll be overwhelmed. That’s the last thing I want. I never want to be the thing that causes you stress, I want to siphon it from you. So, in one week I will set out to help you with a few of your errands and plant a few seeds.

But until then, we have late night snacks and couch chats with Boogie.

I’ve also been doing- you guessed it- more research to do with helpful vitamins and medicines. You’ve responded so well to your SleepyTime tea and since I’ve started making sure your birth control packet is plainly visible in the countertop basket directly beneath that cabinet, you’ve been taking it so well.

I’m so proud of you sweetheart, that’s my girl, look at you taking care of yourself. You’ve done so well in fact, that it’s in my personal opinion that you have earned a very special reward.

Anakin sat on his couch, the live feed of your living room screen mirrored to his Tv. He was watching you cook dinner, he knew you’d be making a stir fry. He’d seen it in your planner, so he’d taken the liberty of ordering himself the same, it’d be here any minute. As would your good friend Sam.

Anakin had originally burned red hot with jealousy at the thought of you inviting a man over to your apartment, that he hadn’t vetted via social media and a quick drop-in. But he was relieved to discover that Sam was just a girl from your book club.

This wasn’t one of his well thought out plans, this was decided upon this morning after you’d returned from book club. So, he was anxious to see if his hunches served him well. Sam seemed like a punctual gal, at least from what he’d seen on social media and the text messages between the two of you from weeks/months before.

Anakin had the wonderful idea to log into your cell service providers website to pull your deleted messages from their data bank. You really should have better passwords.

The thing he was most worried about was his door dasher arriving on time. It was rare that one was too far off on arrival time, but it would be his shit luck and lack of planning that could ruin this little glimpse of you.

The minutes ticked by and he was alerted to the new motion sensors he’d placed near the LED pathway lights on the paved entrance to the apartment building. He quickly switched over to the hallway feed at the front door, seeing that it was his door dasher.

Damn you Trevor. How dare you get there before Sam.

Not to worry, he’d call for the door code and Anakin wouldn’t answer the first time. It wasn’t much but it would buy him a few seconds.

Though it seemed to be that luck was on his side as it often was when it came to you. Sam was so kind, kind enough to let the delivery guy into the building. Which is technically a security concern but Trevor didn’t seem like the type of guy who’d be able to remember a 6 digit door code.

He was too busy staring at your friends ass to pay attention to the numbers she entered anyway.

The footsteps approached your door and his, Anakin waited until he heard Sam knock on your door before he opened his. Trevor stood patiently as Anakin slowly counted out his tip in cash and thankfully you were quick to let your friend inside. After the exchange was complete Anakin gave you a smile and wave.

He could’ve had a heart attack at the response you gave him.

A flirty little finger waggle and smile.

He had to remind himself to breathe and keep his expression a happy-neutral. He’d hate for you to see his blushing cheeks this early on.

“Have a good night girls.” He said as he closed his door and to his surprise you actually answered.

“You too!”

If he weren’t confident that you were a sweet and loving soul, he’d think you were trying to kill him with the siren song of your voice.

Stir fry had never tasted so fucking good.

Diary Entry: July 8th

Grocery day baby, here I come.

I love that you’re so predictable. I love that you’re so fucking cute and always try to strong arm your groceries in one trip. I love that it takes at least two good whacks to the trunk of your shitty old Nissan to properly close it.

It’s cute to watch you struggle with it, the annoyed huffs and angry scowl.

I thought you’d combust on the spot once when your paper grocery bag of flour and sugar ripped open and sent a plume of flour up on your black jeans. The parking lot was very empty and I was very glad because I’d hate for someone to have seen the cursing contest you had with yourself as you picked up your spilled items. Very unladylike you know. But it’s you so I don’t mind, I just like to hear you talk.

It’s almost time. I’ve been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes. Gotta account for the traffic on highway 76. Do you really have to shop all the way out there just because of the Whole Foods? C’mon baby they have the same shit at Kroger.

I’ve been watching your little blue dot on my phone and you’re rounding the corner so I’ll write you later doll.

I love you.

You pulled into the parking lot and sat in your car for a moment. Giving yourself the much need quiet to decompress from your work day and the grocery trip. After you’d checked your messages and scrolled for a moment you decided it was time to head inside before your frozen foods got… not so frozen.

You popped the trunk and fumbled with the faulty latch, your fingers feeling blindly under the metal lip until it finally detached and you were able to open the trunk.

You took a deep breath and scolded yourself for buying the extra few things that could’ve waited till next time. Second trips are for wimps and you weren’t one. So you loaded up your left arm bag by bag until you heard a humored puff of air and the beep of a car locking behind you.

“Need a hand sweetheart?” Anakin grinned, shoving his keys into his front pocket.

He waltzed over and took a few bags off your hands without waiting for a response. It took you aback, not because he hadn’t waited for permission, but because of the way he exuded an odd charm that made you falter.

“Anakin, really it’s alright I can get it.” You said, eyebrows furrowed together in confusion by his kind gesture.

“Mmm no, this seems like a two man mission sweet girl.” He smiled, gathering up a few the last few bags from the trunk and shutting it with one solid push.

“You really don’t have to-“

“I know I don’t have to.” He said tilting his head toward the apartment building to encourage you to walk with him. “I want to.”

“Thank you, that’s… thanks.” You smiled, a light blush creeping across your cheeks.

“Atta girl.” He chuckled, tapping in the door code and holding it open for you despite holding many more bags than you.

Something about the low tone of voice or maybe just the way he looked at you with his icey blue eyes… just sent a chill down your spine. A quick one that was gone in an instant, replaced by a warm glow in the center of your chest.

“Guess chivalry’s not dead.” You joked.

“I’m no knight.” He laughed, “but you’re sure as hell a princess.”

‘Oh that was smooth.’ You thought, trying to ignore the heat at the bottom of your stomach.

What is happening? How on earth can one man be so… everything? Kind, caring, chivalrous and gorgeous to boot.

You felt a wave of embarrassment at the squeaky giggle you let out. He had you tore up from one little comment.

True to the gentleman he seemed to be, he chose not to push it and tease you about your beet red cheeks. He just waited patiently for you as you unlocked your door.

“Do you want me to bring these in for you?” He asked, watching your movements closely.

“Oh that would be great.” You said in relief, leading him into your kitchen.

“Cute little place.” He said, looking around the kitchenette and over to the living room.

He sat down your bags on the counter and started unloading them neatly into rows.

“Oh, you-“

“Mmm mmm.” He shook his head with a smirk, “Just let me help, it’s no big deal.”

You let out a puff of air in an amused sort of amazement and pulled out your little step stool to open up the cabinets. Anakin snickered from behind you as you stepped up and started putting things away.

You shot him a glare over your shoulder and almost said something snarky until you realized he was folding your paper grocery bags in the same way that you always do.

“Huh.” You laughed. “I thought I was the only one who did that.”

“Did what?” He asked, his head cocked to the side.

“Fold the bags.” You said, turning back around to continue placing your things where they belonged.

“Oh,” he chuckled, “I dunno it’s just a habit I guess. Fits better in that stupid slot on the recycling bin this way.”

“Yeah I never really understood why they made them that way? I guess so people don’t just shove other trash in there.” You mused.

“Mmhm probably.” He agreed, stacking them neatly and gathering it in his hands. “Do you want me to take these out back for you?”

“I can do-“ You stopped yourself when Anakin raised his eyebrow and cocked his head to the side with a crooked smirk.

You sighed and gave him a downturned smile. “Yes, I would love for you to take them out back for me.”

“Good girl.” He nodded, clicking his tongue and heading for the door. “See ya princess.”

After he shut the door you let yourself breathe alittle easier, blowing out the air in a short puff through your nose. Maybe even letting a little smile cross your lips before you finished up your task.

You’d be thinking about that low rumble of his voice later. Good girl? Shit.

PART FIVE

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We Come Back Every Time - Anakin Skywalker

A/N: I haven’t even watched Ahsoka, but all the clips of Anakin live rent free in my mind. Not gonna lie, this went in a completely different direction than I first imagined, but I’m not mad about it.

TS Prompt #4: Style

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Reader Word Count: 2.1k Synopsis: No matter how many times they say it's the last, Anakin and the reader always find each other coming back for more. (Warning: smut)

“And I should just tell you to leave, cause I know exactly where it leads, but I watch us go round and round each time.”

Midnight - the rain is pouring in Coruscant. The planet is weather controlled, and Anakin curses himself for not thinking to check it beforehand. But this far into the city, as far as he has come, he doesn't care.

His cloak is drenched by the time he arrives at your door. He knocks once. When the door opens, you are wearing pink pajamas and a scowl on your face.

"What are you doing here, Anakin?" you ask, tilting your head up to look at him, slowly, as if he is barely worth your time. The thought aggravates him in the special way that only you can.

"I know what we said last time," he says, his voice low.

"We said it was the last time," you say. Anakin laughs gently.

"And how many times have we done that?" he asks. You let out another annoyed sigh, but he sees the slight smile on your face. "Are you going to invite me in? I am dripping all over your hallway."

"You can come in but you can't stay," you say, swinging the door open. Anakin walks in, barely waiting for you to open it, because he already knows you will let him in.

"Oh, do you have other plans tonight?" he asks.

"It doesn't matter what my plans are," you say, walking into the living room after him. "We can't keep doing this, Anakin."

"Why?" he asks. He takes a step towards you, a smug smile on his face, but you turn away quickly.

"You took an oath, when you joined the Jedi. Each time we do this, you risk your place among the Order."

"Maybe I don't care about all that," he says, again moving closer to you, placing a hand at your waist. You look up at him with a disbelieving frown.

"Maybe I do," you say, and push him off gently. "I have my own future to worry about, too. My firm just took on another senator. If we got caught, it would be a scandal, and I could lose my job."

"We won't get caught. We haven't so far."

"It only takes once," you say with a sigh. He looks at you for a moment, then nods. He knows you're right. He's had this same conversation with himself each time he comes to your apartment.

"I'm sorry," he says.

"Don't be sorry," you say. And after a pause, "You look like you've had a long day."

"You could say that."

"Want to talk about it?" you ask, already moving to your bar cart to make him a drink. It's another rule violation, and he sees you pause for just a moment, but continue to make the drink.

"I had another activity in mind," he says. You let out a tut of laughter.

"Please don't sit on my couch," you say, stopping him in the motion. "You're wet."

"I noticed. If you want I can take this all off," he says, returning that smirk from earlier. You roll your eyes and swallow your own drink.

"How about just the cloak?"

"Sure," he says, slipping it off gracefully. Your eyes are on him, on the clothes that cling to his body. "Y/N?" he asks, and your eyes shoot up to his, caught.

"Yes?"

"See something you like?"

"You are so full of yourself," you say, rolling your eyes again.

"You think so?"

"I know so," you bite. Anakin smiles when he realizes you've moved closer to him.

"But you like it."

"I don't."

"You do."

"I don--"

"Just come here," he says lazily. You are breathing heavier, your chest rising and falling, and Anakin knows he's staring, too.

"You think you can just play these same games and I'll fall for it every time?"

"It's worked so far," he says. He's tired of waiting and takes a step towards you. You back up instinctually, and if he had any sense that you weren't completely into this he would walk away right now. But he knows that this is part of it, part of the dance the two of you do.

"You think you know me, but you--"

"Enough about what I think," Anakin says, moving so he's now directly in front of you. "What are you thinking right now?"

"I think you're incredibly cocky," you say, and he can see the hate flash over your face because it comes out in a breath. Anakin smiles, smiles because he knows, smiles in the way that makes you weak in the knees.

"I think for good reason," he says, his voice low. He takes a step and suddenly he's in front of you, towering over you. He looks down at you as your back hits the wall, and he can see the moment you no longer care about what's right and what's wrong. With a soft whine, you tilt your head and lock your lips with his.

Anakin devours you. His lips, tongue, teeth, all fight for dominance of your mouth as you squirm against him. The moans you make are fuel to him, fuel to keep going, to keep utterly destroying you.

There is a glass in your hand, and his Jedi instincts catch it before it shatters to the ground, your hands already pawing at his drenched shirt. He sets the glass on the bar cart and yanks open his shirt with a fist.

You pull away for air and look at his slick chest. There is hot desire in your eyes, and Anakin is of no mind to keep you waiting.

"If I take this all off, can we get on the bed?" he asks in a pant.

"Yes, fine," you say, kissing whatever part of him you can reach as he strips.

In a moment, he has you lifted in the air, your legs wrapped around him as he guides you towards the bedroom. He throws you down on the bed, and looks down at you in a surveying glance.

Your hair is spread out around you, your skin flushed. The pink pajamas you wear are wrinkled and half undone already, your warm skin peaking through the buttons.

"Isn't this so much better than arguing?" he asks lowly. You rise up on your elbows and look at him, disinterested.

"Are we doing this or not?" you ask.

"Oh, absolutely, I just needed to take you in first. Now that you've given in to what you want."

"Please shut up," you say. He laughs to himself as he crawls onto the bed, settling just above you, eye to eye.

"You seem angrier than usual," he says, his voice low. "I don't usually have to work this hard to convince you." As he speaks, his hand travels down your stomach, and slips into the waist of your pants. You breathe heavily when a finger of his slips beneath your underwear.

"It's nothing," you say, your voice heavy as his fingers works against you.

"Nothing?"

"That's what I said."

"I can stop, you know?" he teases, slowing his movements, but not removing his hand from you.

"You wouldn't."

"Tell me what's got you all worked up."

"You," you gasp.

"What about me?"

"Fuck, Anakin," you whine, writhing against him, "I don't want to talk."

"But it's so cute when you do, watching you struggle to keep your breathing even."

"You are an asshole, you know that?"

"I do. Tell me what's bothering you."

"I heard," you say, nearly crying as his forefinger circles the bud at the apex of your thighs. "That you've been seeing other girls."

"Seeing other girls?" he asks, a breath of a laugh. "I didn't peg you as the jealous type."

"More like I felt sorry for them."

"That's not what you felt."

"You don't know what I feel."

"I know what you're feeling right now," he says. His lips find the sensitive skin beneath your ear and your hips buck as he places a searing kiss. "Admit it."

"Admit what?" you pant. He has picked up his rhythm, and he knows you are close.

"That you're jealous."

"I'm not."

"Tell me or I won't let you come."

"I hate you," you groan, lifting your hips to try and increase pressure.

"Tell me." His voice is a whisper against your skin. He sees the gooseflesh appear and knows he'll get his way. He always does when he has you like this.

"Fine! I was jealous! Happy?"

"Very," he says, removing his hand and in the same motion, dropping down to replace it with his mouth. You cry out as his lips close around you and within moments, you are coming around him.

He watches you come down. The heave of your breaths, the muscles finally loosening. How could you ever stop doing this? There are so few joys in the Jedi order, and absolutely none of them come as close to this. To watching you come undone.

When you sit up, the frustration in your eyes has dimmed. Anakin thinks it will take at least two more orgasms to diminish it completely.

"There aren't any other girls," he says, scooting closer to you.

"I don't really care if there are," you say, looking up at him. He takes your chin in his hand and smiles gently.

"You do care."

"It doesn't matter if I do," you say, "Because this is the last time."

"How often do we say that, and how often do we come back every time?"

"This time will be different," you say, running your hand through his soaked hair, slicking it back.

"I don't believe that for a moment."

"And why's that?" you ask, your voice softening.

"Because this is too good. And because, I know, like you do, that we'll just keep going round and round in this dance, rather than leave each other forever." Your eyes search him for a long moment.

"I don't know that."

"You do. It's our style,” he says. You groan in annoyance.

"I don't want to talk any more."

"What do you want to do?" he asks, his hand trailing down to your hip.

"I want you to fuck me."

"I'll need more specifics," he says, his voice a tease. You roll your eyes again.

"I want you to fuck me from behind," you say, looking at him with that disinterested look again.

"Anything else?"

"As hard as you can."

He flips you over before you can even finish the sentence. Your pajama pants had been hiked around your knees, but he tears them off and onto the floor in a quick motion.

“This what you had in mind?” he asks as he aligns himself to your entrance. He waits until you are saying “yes” before he thrusts inside you. Your answer transforms into a moan as you take him in.

“Ready for me?” he asks. You grind against him, sighing contentedly.

“Yes.”

His thrusts into you are rough, just like you requested. His hands grip your hips, almost certainly leaving bruises. With every push into you, the only sound filling the room is the slap of your bodies and the moans you both make.

"Is this how you imagined it?" Anakin asks, his own breathing heavy.

"Yes, just like this," you pant.

“Do you think about it often?”

"I can't stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about you," you admit. Anakin smiles. It is only in these moments, when he has taken you so fully, filled your body and your mind with only thoughts of him, that you finally let your true feelings show.

"Me too," he says. He again picks up his rhythm. His mechanical hand reaches around your waist and finds the sensitive flesh between your legs. He knows his touch is cold by the way your back arches.

In a few well placed strokes, you are coming around him again. Your walls tighten around him, and it is his turn to come, too. He moans your name and together you both collapse onto the bed.

He spares a glance over at you after he has calmed down some, and your eyes meet. You both let out breathless laughs.

"Why do we do this?" you ask.

"Because it feels good."

"No, why do we have to do the dance beforehand? And don't say it's our style," you deadpan.

"Maybe because if we admit that we like this, it would change completely," he says. You nod and look up at the ceiling. You are silent for a long time.

"Change it for the worse?"

"Maybe. Or maybe it'd be paradise."

"Paradise," you muse. "Sounds a little overrated." He laughs. “I guess I don’t mind our routine,” you say slowly.

“I don’t either,” he says, wrapping a strong arm around your waist and tucking you into his chest.

“But this is absolutely the last time,” you say, a devilish glint in your eyes.

“Oh absolutely,” he says, bringing your lips to his in a claiming kiss. “The very last.”

[ilovemarkhamill]

Hey fellow Star Wars/Mark fans, I know that this few second clip video is from behind the scenes of “The Rise of Skywalker” but would anyone know where the full interview is? 🤔 I’ve searched and searched for “Return of the Jedi “interviews and behind the scenes etc several times on YouTube, Google etc but can’t find the full interview where it seems like the era it comes from. I know another tiny few second clip of the interview comes from the Mandalorian behind the scenes (where it shows Mark smiling) but I have never seen the full thing or know if it’s out there. I was wondering maybe if one of you knew where I could watch the full thing? If you could, that would be awesome! If not, could you share this post so that way it has a higher chance of being found? Thanks so much! 😊

[padawanlost]

Anakin's nightmare

“Do you know where [Shmi] is?” “Why, I should expect she’s at Watto’s junkshop. I’m afraid he’s had her doing quite a lot of work there, ever since you ran away.”

Anakin winced. “But I didn’t run away,” he said. “I left. To become a Jedi.”

“Oh, of course you did, sir,” said C-3PO, his voice filled with good cheer. “I never meant to suggest that you abandoned any responsibilities you might have had here, when you were just a child. After all, we’re so very proud of you and your achievements. Not that we actually know about what you’ve accomplished in the past nine years, since we’ve never received any messages from you, but I do get the distinct impression that your mother still cares very much about you. And she does have a vivid imagination, so she very easily assumed that you must be…”

The droid was still talking as Anakin ran out of the hovel and into the broiling radiance of Tatooine’s twin suns. Although it appeared to be afternoon, when the city of Mos Espa should have been teeming with street vendors and pedestrians, there was no sign of life.

Anakin felt a sense of panic. He ran as fast as he could through the empty streets until he arrived outside the tall, bell-shaped structure that was Watto’s junkshop.

Like his own hovel, the junkshop appeared to be exactly as Anakin remembered it. Yet when he ducked through the shop’s entrance portal and entered the cluttered interior, he found that Watto had added something new: In front of a workbench, there was a low cage with thick metal bars.

A filthy figure, clothed in dirty rags, was huddled within the cage.

It was Shmi Skywalker. Anakin’s mother.

She looked up at him with fear in her eyes. “Who are you?” she asked. Her voice sounded old and tired.

“It’s me, Mom,” Anakin said, dropping to his knees before the cage. “Anakin. Annie. I’m grown up now. I’ve come to rescue you.”

“Anakin?” Shmi said in disbelief. She slowly shook her head. “But you can’t be. You can’t be here. You’re gone.”

“I’ll get you out, Mom,” Anakin said as he gripped the bars. He looked around. There was no sign of Watto.

“It is you,” Shmi said. “It really is you.”

Anakin tugged at the bars with all his might, but they would not yield. Then he remembered he was a Jedi. He could do anything!

He reached to his belt, expecting to find his lightsaber, but his fingers slapped against his side. His lightsaber was gone. He tried to recall if he had clipped it to his belt before leaving his hovel, or if he had even brought it with him to Tatooine.

He tried to remember when and where he had seen it last. He felt confused. How had he arrived back on Tatooine? He could not remember.

Desperate, he glanced at Watto’s tool shelf and saw a fusion-cutter and power pry-bar. He grabbed for them, but he could not pick them up. He tried again, tearing at them, but the tools would not budge. It seemed they had been welded to the shelf.

Anakin collapsed beside the cage, his head smacking against the bars. “I swear, I’ll get you out!” he sobbed.

Shmi reached between the bars and pushed her oil-stained fingers through her son’s blond hair. “Oh, Annie,” she said. “Don’t cry. Please, don’t cry. I’m fine. Really, I’m fine.”

“Mom, look at you! Watto left you in a cage!” Anakin said, outraged.

“No, he didn’t, Annie,” Shmi said sadly. “Watto didn’t leave me. You did.”

Suddenly, Shmi, the junkshop, and all of Tatooine were swept away from Anakin’s vision, and he was engulfed in darkness. It wrapped around him like a cold, black shroud that cut him off from the entire galaxy.

Unable to see, his only awareness was of the steady rise and fall of his own breathing.

Something was wrong.

The breathing sounded mechanical and labored, as if it were being done through some kind of respirator. Anakin wondered if the breathing were his own, or if he had been mistaken about the sound’s origin. Perhaps, he thought, I’m not alone in this dark place. He held his breath and listened to the void. The sound of mechanized breathing stopped. And then Anakin felt his throat constricting.

The darkness coiled even tighter around him, working its way through his skin, seizing his lungs and veins and muscles and bones until he knew it was about to consume him.

Then the dream ended as it always did, with Anakin trying to shout but fearing that no one, not even he, would ever hear his cry. And then he awoke. [Ryder Windham. Star Wars Adventures - The Hostage Princess]

[tremendouskoalachild]

what we know: The Acolyte was pitched sometime in early 2020. The Rise of Skywalker had just ended the movie saga. The Mandalorian, which kicked off disney+, had just finished its first season with great audience response. Lucasfilm was reorienting itself to streaming. Rayne Roberts loved the pitch, got Kathleen Kennedy who also loved it, and the show was greenlit.

the show premiered in summer 2024, after a generous marketing campaign (including a clip shown with The Phantom Menace rerelease, an original Victoria Monét song, and plenty of trailers and tv spots). multiple pieces of tie-in media were announced both before and during the show's airing (an Acolyte comic issue, a Kelnacca comic issue, a visual guide, an art reference book, two novels featurig show characters).

the high republic multimedia project (THR), in advanced development when the show was pitched and published continuously from early 2021, greatly influenced the show's development. the costuming is largely based on the look of THR, the show makes plenty of lore references, and includes a main character from the books in its main cast. THR material coming out in summer 2024 has "a century before The Acolyte" prominently on the cover, the upcoming show tie-ins are largely written by THR authors, and often feature other THR characters.

the show was expensive, with a long production period and a great focus on the technical aspects - building large elaborate sets, filming on location in Madeira, detailed stunt sequences with a lot of actor involvement, plenty of attention given to costumes, make-up and creature design. the cast included many high-profile actors. everything suggests the show had full confidence of lucasfilm.

what i'm gonna speculate: lucasfilm was playing the long game with this show, or hoping to. cancelling the show this early was unexpected.

in 2019 star wars was quite literally centered on the original trilogy. the seven decades or so around the OT contained all currently canon star wars media, even as the franchise was spoken of as one with 25,000 years of history. the following years would plug up even more empty spots on the timeline, with the projects often overlapping. this gave the writers much less creative freedom, which was the whole point of decanonizing all pre-2014 media aside from films and shows. over time, fans started clamoring for onscreen content set outside of the known eras, and there were more and more voices in and outside of the fandom exhausted with fanservice (the glup shitto phenomenon).

The Acolyte was set in a whole new era, as far as onscreen content goes, and its only legacy character was from children's and YA books most viewers wouldn't be familiar with. it was specifically introduced as a show you wouldn't need any homework for. it had actors prominent in entirely different contexts (Matrix. sitcom. Squid Game. YA. superhero movies. independent films. relationship dramas.) and the cast was pretty international.

the show had a lot specifically for established fans - you could say it was the most wide-reaching in its star wars references, incorporating elements from every trilogy, the animated shows, canon books, oldschool legends lore, video games. but i believe it was mostly meant to attract people who were not previously fans, and especially target demographics that were underrepresented in the fandom. draw in international audiences, young people who were around for other star wars properties but they never caught their interest, women who either weren't in the fandom or felt pushed away by the reaction to The Last Jedi.

lucasfilm execs definitely weren't planning for viewing numbers comparable to Obi-Wan Kenobi, or even Ahsoka, since those are characters people are already invested in. i think lucasfilm expected the show's audience to grow over a longer period, since plenty of people might check it out because it seems cool and they like an actor in it, and hopefully stick around to watch other star wars and become new fans of the franchise. the audience would get a chance to establish itself through new viewers watching it outside the couple weeks when it aired originally - it's a streaming platform, after all - and the show would have a solid fandom for its second season (which they were clearly planning to make).

these new fans would keep disney+ in order to check out other star wars shows and film, and keep buying star wars stuff over the hiatus. even if they were only into The Acolyte and their interest never expanded beyond that, there were many merchandising products and tie-in materials coming out. the comics and books would have connections to THR, hopefully getting an influx of readers before the initiative finishes next year and boosting sales of already published works. the THR readers who weren't interested in the show originally would see all their favorite authors writing stuff for it and check it out, too.

but then someone higher up decided to cancel it a month after airing so no i guess

[samstree]

the valley will bloom again

(obikin, 3k, a little sickfic as writing exercise, also on ao3)

Obi-Wan drifts in and out of sleep with worry lodged in his heart, in a bed that is too warm for comfort.

The Force is heavy from the sickness in the room, and his dreams are troublesome, interrupted by the occasional coughs. There are two distinctive sounds to them, one small and quiet, from a three-year-old child unfortunate enough to catch the blue fever from a playmate. The other hoarse and much more labored, shaken out of scarred lungs, and often followed by a warning beep from the respirator.

The Force keeps him alert even in dream. Obi-Wan registers every cough, every sniffle from his two Skywalker boys.

He senses Luke’s sickness, like a tiny bundle of misery, curled next to Anakin’s steady, protective aura, unaware of the quivering in his father’s signature. The blue fever hits adults equally hard, if not harder when it comes to Anakin and his half-broken lungs.

Even with rounds of surgeries and reconstructions, the Sith’s tortures left a mark on their lives, the Force lightning leaving more than the physical scars on Anakin’s torso. The oxygen tube under his nose and the respirator clipped to his belt serve as a constant reminder. Even after three years and buried deep in his grave, Palpatine still won’t let them live in peace.

Sweat clings to his undershirt when Obi-Wan wakes up from another beep from the respirator, the machine resting on their bedside table, doing its job and pumping air into Anakin’s chest dutifully.

He is alert in an instant, and realizes that he has slept for way longer than expected. The morning light shimmers under the curtains. Another sunny day on Naboo is about to start.

“Blast,” Obi-Wan curses quietly.

He didn’t mean to sleep all the way until morning. Both Anakin and Luke need to take the fever reducer twice during the night.

“Hush, he’s finally asleep.”

Anakin’s voice is barely a whisper when he answers, wrecked by the coughing and exhaustion.

Obi-Wan blinks away the last remnants of sleep from his eyes to find Anakin facing away from him, lying on his side and curled around Luke’s sleeping form. He props himself up on one arm, and rests the other on Anakin’s shoulder to check on both of them.

Luke’s head is pillowed on Anakin’s arm, right above where the durasteel hand connects to the flesh arm, his face pressed into Anakin’s shirt. His eyes are squeezed shut, the little brow furrowed with discomfort, but the unhealthily red blush has faded from his round cheeks. Obi-Wan brushes back the messy, blonde hair on the boy’s forehead gently to feel for his temperature. Luckily, the fever has gone down during the night.

But there are tear streaks from the corners of Luke’s eyes, his lashes still wet and quivering.

“Oh, my sweet darling.”

Obi-Wan’s heart clenches at the sight. He reaches out in the Force, sensing lingering fear around Luke’s small but bright Force, and sends a wave of comfort.

“He had a nightmare,” Anakin says, before a heavy exhale. “Cried for half of the night and finally went back to sleep when I held him.”

“And I slept through all of it. How did I not wake up? I…” Obi-Wan curses himself again. He finally shifts his attention to Anakin only to find dark circles under his eyes. “Oh, dearest, did you sleep at all?”

Anakin only squeezes his eyes shut for a moment to swallow down a cough, but it ends up shaking his whole body. His flesh hand rests on Luke’s back, rubbing small circles when the boy stirs from the sound.

The rises and falls of Anakin’s chest are labored even with the help of the respirator. The breathing tube is dislodged from one side of his face, so Obi-Wan rights it on instinct, tucking it in place behind his ear.

“I’m fine.” Anakin shies away from Obi-Wan’s touch when he tries to feel his forehead. “It’s the little ones that need fussing. Thank the stars Leia didn’t catch it.”

Obi-Wan reaches out to the other twin, just to be sure. He closes his eyes to brush against Leia’s healthy Force signature on the other end of the estate. She’s soundly asleep in the opposite wing, in the same room as Padmé. Too often the twins will sense it when the other is sick and develop symptoms out of nowhere, purely through their connection in the Force, but not this time, luckily for them.

“You are right. She feels healthy and rested. Light in the Force. She’s happy, darling, so don’t worry.” Obi-Wan lets out a relieved sigh. “The blue fever only got the two of you, it seems.”

“Next time when we arrange a play date with Nautolan children, make sure none of them has a runny nose. Who would have thought aquatic species are natural carriers to—”

Anakin lets out another cough, and one leads to another, and another. His breaths come out short and irregular, the muscles in his chest trembling as the violent coughing fit wrecks his body.

“By the gods, Anakin.” Obi-Wan touches his forehead and sweat-soaked curls, startled by the heat of his skin. It’s like being in contact with a small sun. “Your fever is getting worse. ‘I’m fine’, he says, while burning to death from catching his son’s cold.”

Anakin sucks in a shuddering breath, his lips turning into the beginning of a smile, ready to retort, only to wince from another cough. It dies down slowly, the small, tired wheezing sound still here and there, dragging short puffs of air in and out of his chest.

Obi-Wan knows he’s fussing, his hands panicking and unsure of what to do. He ends up stroking Anakin’s back as he regains control of his breathing. The respirator beeps again, a warning for hyperventilation.

“I’m really fine,” Anakin insists, the idiot that he is. His voice is raspy and laced with pain.

Obi-Wan has decided that Anakin will be his third favorite Skywalker today.

“Sure you are, only dying from a plague, like it’s another ordinary day. Now get up.” He shifts away, gesturing for Anakin to sit up. “I will get you a fever reducer and a muscle relaxant. We don’t want the muscle spasm to come back. Something to help you sleep, too. You’ll feel much better after proper rest.”

Stubbornly, Anakin shakes his head, still trying to soothe a still-asleep Luke with sweet murmurs.

“I don’t want Luke to wake up.”

“He didn’t wake up from you hacking up a lung. He’s not going to wake up now. Come on, I’ll take him. He can sleep on my side while I get you something.”

Obi-Wan throws the cover out of the way and pads around the bed. He bends down to press a kiss to Anakin’s damp, burning forehead, but even the gentle touch seems too much, making him shy away with a small whine. The fever must be making his skin sensitive. He also kisses Luke on his mussed hair, and gathers up the child in his arms.

“No, wait.”

Anakin is reluctant to let go, even though he is in no shape to put up a fight. His fingers are trembling. In the Force, Obi-Wan can sense the wave of love coming from his sickly, shivering aura, wrapping around Luke protectively. He really shouldn’t exert himself like this, but looking at Luke’s little face, who could blame him?

The boy murmurs in sleep “Obi…?”

“Yes, Luke dearest, it’s me. I’m right here. Hush now, it’s okay. Go back to sleep.”

Obi-Wan puts the warm bundle of a child over his shoulder with one arm, rocking gently as he rounds the bed, returning to his side. He pats down the pillow and nestles Luke in all the soft things, waiting as the boy falls back into deep sleep again. The tear tracks are still on his face, but there is no longer any sign of discomfort. He adds to Anakin’s Force signature and sends his own love to the boy, guiding him into a healing rest.

“There, see? Children are more resilient than you think, Anakin. He will be fine in no time.”

“I know, it’s just… He had a dream.”

Anakin stops himself there with the effort to sit up, his brows scrunched together at the creaking in his bones. Even the simple motion leaves him breathless, nearly toppling to the side.

“Anakin.” Obi-Wan shakes his head, equal parts exasperated and worried. He rushes to the other side of the bed again, catching Anakin’s swaying body. “Do you feel dizzy?”

For a few moments, all Anakin can do is take in one breath after another, the mechanical sounds of the respirator following each one. He nods, in the end, looking like he’s about to faint. “A little bit.”

“Of course. Only a little bit and don’t need my help at all.” Obi-Wan sits by the edge of the bed, taking most of Anakin’s weight, letting him sag against him. “What am I going to do with you?”

Anakin huffs humorlessly, resting his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, their thighs pressed together. The tube has fallen from his ear again, and Obi-Wan tucks it back in place. “I’m your least favorite today, aren’t I? I wouldn’t blame you.”

“Nonsense. You were my least favorite yesterday, too. And tomorrow, if you are still this stubborn.”

Obi-Wan pulls away to observe Anakin’s complexion, heart aching at the sight of his flushed cheeks and glassy eyes. He thought he had learned to live with all the health complications that followed the battle with the Sith, but with every flare-up, every relapse, it’s like they were back in the Halls of the Healing again from all those years ago. Not knowing if he could lose Anakin any second, if his barely-there breathing would simply stop.

He won’t. Obi-Wan berates himself silently, the fear in his chest washed away by guilt. They are here, and he won’t lose Anakin. Not from a simple fever.

He adjusts the oxygen tube again, checking that it’s not obstructed in any way, just to be sure.

“Obi-Wan?” Anakin croaks, lips parted from the difficulty in his breathing. “You are fussing again.”

“Right.” He shakes out of any ill thought and pulls out the drawer of their bedside table, digging into the bottles of medication. “Let me get you the fever reducer.”

“And the muscle relaxer. I feel the spasm coming in.”

Anakin clutches the shirt at his chest, his durasteel fingers holding on tightly with each breath. His brow twitches, the subtle signs revealing what he won’t admit.

“It’s already started, you mean,” Obi-Wan sighs, pressing a hand over Anakin’s chest, feeling the tight muscles under his palm. “How long and how bad? On a scale of one to ten.”

“It started on and off during the night. Just got worse about an hour ago,” Anakin winces. “And it’s… a four?”

Obi-Wan sends him a look.

“Fine. A six.”

So Obi-Wan pours two capsules from one bottle into his hand. He opens another bottle, counting four pills, and then one more from the third bottle, and another two capsules from the last one. The motion is so familiar he could do it in sleep. Taking care of Anakin is second nature, after all.

He finds the glass of water left there last night, still half full, and helps Anakin down the pills two at a time.

“I can take it myself, you know?” Anakin coughs between swallowing. “I’m not actually a plague victim from the operas.”

“And your performance has been so convincing.”

His hands are shaking around the cup, so Obi-Wan never lets go.

With the fever reducer in his system, along with the painkillers and muscle relaxer, Anakin leans back with something akin to relief on his face. He’s doing the slow blinking thing he sometimes does, the one that says he’s moments away from falling asleep.

“How’s the pain?” Obi-Wan asks, gently messaging the spasming muscles in Anakin’s chest. The right side is a lot worse than the left today. He can feel the quivering in the taut muscles, the fluttering of Anakin’s heartbeat. It’s too quick for his liking.

“Getting better.” Anakin sinks into the pillows, head tilting to the side towards his son. His flesh hand is playing with the boy’s hair absently, taking a strand of golden lock and twisting it between his fingers. His face suddenly contorts with anguish. “Luke dreamed of Tatooine again.”

Obi-Wan pauses. “He did?”

“He doesn’t know where it is, can’t even describe the place properly, but every nightmare is the same. The twin suns, the sand, the never-ending desert.” When Anakin looks at Obi-Wan again, his eyes are red-rimmed and brimming with tears. “In every one of these dreams, I’m not there. He is always on Tatooine, looking for me, and I’m not there. He’s so scared, Obi-Wan. Why am I not with him? Why—why did I leave him there alone?”

“Darling. It’s just a dream.”

Tears stream down from the corners of Anakin’s eyes, and Obi-Wan hurries to wipe them away. He ends up with Anakin in his arms, sniffing softly and leaving a damp spot in his shirt. Luke turns towards his father, as if sensing his distress, his little face pressed against Anakin’s hand.

“No, it’s not like that.” Anakin shakes his head. “He has never been to Tatooine. He’s never even seen it. How could he know what it looks like?”

Obi-Wan soothes Anakin’s heartbreak with a kiss pressed into his curls. The fever must be muddling his mind, amplifying the worst fear in his mind.

“The Force works in mysterious ways, and he’s already so strong in it, Anakin. Perhaps, he sensed it from your memory.”

“Or, maybe his dreams are like mine. Not dreams at all.”

Something cold sinks into Obi-Wan’s gut.

“Oh,” he says, after a beat.

Being alone, stranded on hot, desolate Tatooine. It could be Luke’s future, simply manifesting in his dreams.

Obi-Wan has to look at Luke’s sleeping form, reassuring himself that their child is still sleeping in their bed, in his mother’s family home. Yes, he is here. He is inseparable from his sister, loved by both of his parents and by Obi-Wan. He is doted on by the Naberries, and somehow by the Organas whenever they visit. The boy loves Ahsoka, and he loves Rex. He has never not asked for many hugs whenever he sees them.

All of this is their reality.

“Dearest…” Obi-Wan sucks in a breath, looking down at the despair in those beautiful blue eyes. He catches another tear in his thumb. “If that is a possibility—”

“It can’t be.” Anakin sucks in a pained breath. “I won’t let that happen.”

Fear is clear in his voice, masked as a willful promise.

Obi-Wan lifts his legs from the floor and fully settles into the bed, with Anakin resting on his shoulder. He runs a hand through sweat-damp curls, and soothes Anakin’s fevered skin with soft caresses. Fear is also a dangerous thing. It reopens old wounds and makes them bleed anew.

“I know you are determined to protect your children, Anakin, and I feel the same way. You must believe me when I say I would gladly give my life to protect Luke and Leia without hesitation. They are the best things to ever happen to me, and my standards are high—I was once given a boy half made from the Force itself.” Obi-Wan sighs. “But you must not fret over a simple nightmare, something that should remain what it is. A dream is just a dream.”

“What if it’s not? You always say he is too similar to me.”

Obi-Wan has always said that with pride, about Luke’s strong will and his gentleness, the blue of his eyes and the sunlight in his hair. He never thought it would be the cause for the pain in Anakin’s voice right now.

“Oh, but he is, dear one, and I love him for it. So do you, when you are rested and seeing things clearly.”

Anakin hums, nuzzling into the crook of Obi-Wan’s neck, his weight settling, growing heavy in Obi-Wan’s arms. “I don’t want him to be like me. Be like Padmé, or you. Not me.”

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan whispers to himself. “I’d be quite proud, honestly.”

A full night’s worry and exhaustion must be catching up to him, because there’s no retort for that. Obi-Wan keeps on holding him, shushing and murmuring sweet nothings.

His Skywalkers all love to fall asleep the same way—being held and comforted. While Anakin drifts off slowly, Luke has also shifted his little body to curl against Anakin’s side, poking out his head from under his father’s arm. With a tired mumble, Anakin makes way for his son and holds him in place, the three of them ending up cuddled together.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin breathes out, a small cough bubbling up. His eyes are still closed, breaths warm and limbs heavy. “Promise me…”

“What, dear?” Obi-Wan tucks away a wayward curl.

“That they are free. They were both born free, promise me.”

Their room is silent apart from Luke’s soft snores and the sudden hammering of Obi-Wan’s heart. He reminds himself that his little family is safe and sound, tucked against his side in their bedroom, and the war is over.

Yes, the war is over.

“They are free, I promise.” He presses a kiss on Anakin’s forehead, their Force signatures tangling around each other’s while sleep drags Anakin under, soothed and content at the answer. “So are you, dear heart, and one day, you just might believe it.”

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: "Imperial Supercommandos"

AKA the episode that dragged me into the Sabezra hellspiral and sunk me for them good. XD

Just gonna go ahead and preemptively apologize for how obnoxious a shipper I'm probably going to be in this one, can't help it, I already liked them before this episode but then they showed all the canyon chase clips at Celebration and my brain went, "Battle Couple!" and it was aaaaaaaallllll downhill from there, lol.

Something interesting that @seleneisrising pointed out is that Sabine is attempting diplomacy with Rau, with her repeated visits to him to play cubikahd and talk. She's let go of whatever desire for revenge she might have had against him back in "The Protector Of Concord Dawn" and is now following Kanan's example in trying to persuade him to the cause through mutual respect.

Which Fenn Rau doesn't seem to want to give her just yet lol.

Zeb calls both of them to the briefing room, whereupon it's revealed that the Rebels had been in regular contact with the Protectors but they've suddenly now gone silent. Rau insists they wouldn't go against his orders to harm the Rebels and Sabine volunteers to check things out. Hera makes her take Ezra and Chopper along with.

I maybe question the wisdom of letting two teenagers and a droid babysit a full-grown adult prisoner lol but I'll be charitable and say it speaks to Hera's confident level of trust in them.

...Though she does get in a jab about not wrecking the new Phantom II. (Which does look pretty spiffy, the roof fin shaved down, splashed with the Rebellion orange, red, and yellow. Sabine's added a stylized tibedee it looks like, for a logo.)

Ezra gets this quietly guilty look at Hera's comment, ouch.

Ezra awkwardly whistling as Fenn Rau stares at him is adorable and hilarious. Just the whole cutting back and forth between their faces makes me lol.

Ezra wanders off from keeping firm eyes on Rau and that's all the distraction he needs to incapacitate both kids and free himself. Whoops.

(Sabine would later make the mistake of letting Rau be the one to secure the Phantom II, which he promptly tries to take off with, so you know, at least she and Ezra are even. XD)

Chopper saw an opportunity to be a menace and took it lol.

Ezra's immediate worry and concern when he sees Sabine unconscious next to him. <3333

(Also, Rau, what exactly did you think handcuffing them together would accomplish? Did you forget about their droid? You forgot about their droid didn't you?)

Trying to reserve most of my limited photos for the canyon chase but couldn't resist this pretty cap. I love the soft lavender lighting Concord Dawn at twilight has. Last time we were here it was full night, eeking into dawn.

Gah, Rau just stands there, almost comatose. Shoulders slumped, doesn't even react when Ezra retrieves his blaster. We already know that something terrible has happened.

Aaaaaand yep, everybody dead. Once again the Y-7 rating is the only thing preventing us from seeing bodies piled everywhere.

"Why would Mandalorians attack Mandalorians?" HA HA HA THAT'S A WHOLE ASS CAN OF WORMS, EZRA. He's so innocent. I love him.

It's because Mandalorians be craaaaaaaaazyyyyyyyyyy.

Rau turns on Sabine to blame her and the Rebel Alliance for what happened to his men and because I've watched this episode probably dozens of times I'm actually focusing on the background starry sky.

My gosh that's gorgeous.

The Supercommandos arriving within minutes of the Imperial probe's signal makes me think they were actually hanging around, waiting to see if Fenn Rau or the Rebels or someone would come back and check. Probably why Saxon was so unamused with Ezra's lying later.

"Flying Stormtroopers?!" Man this would have been the perfect spot to put that dumb, "They fly now?!" joke from Rise of Skywalker C'MON IT'S BETTER TONALLY MATCHED AND IT MAKES MORE SENSE COMING FROM EZRA.

They can't quite escape the compound before the Supercommandos are combing through it so Saxon almost stumbles across Sabine's hiding place. Leading to one of my (many) favorite bits:

No hesitation, less than a second between moving into frame and firing at Saxon to lure him away, first impulse and base instinct to protect Sabine. <3

It gets him captured, naturally.

(A brief moment to say an RIP to Ray Stevenson, who voiced Gar Saxon in addition to playing Baylan Skoll in the upcoming Ahsoka show. He did such a fantastic job with Saxon, made him a very intimidating presence. Godspeed, sir.)

Sabine's first instinct is also to go after Ezra, but Fenn Rau urges her away. It takes her a long moment to move and even when we cut back to her walking behind Rau her body posture is clearly reluctant; she stops dead and gestures behind all, "Come on we gotta." Even when he points out that it's to her advantage that they don't know she's there she brings up that he's still got Ezra's lightsaber--drawing attention to the fact that he's weaponless in enemy hands. Rau argues back that not knowing he's a Jedi will buy Ezra some time for them to observe.

This is what finally gets Sabine moving, though she still pays a glance back.

Ezra apparently decides on being as annoyingly cheerful as possible to bluff his way through this interrogation, lol.

E: "What? Me a Rebel? *offended gasp* I could never!"

He's so cute. ^_^

Like I said before, though, Saxon doesn't buy it and moves right into "threaten your friends to make you talk" mode, aiming at Chopper.

Meanwhile up on the mesa Sabine takes offense to Rau calling Ezra "a pawn meant to be sacrificed [sic]". She's staying very calm in the face of Rau's frankly unnecessary pissiness, good for her.

Saxon taking a couple potshots at Chopper seems to rattle Ezra's composure here a little bit, he's not quite as confident-sounding as he was before here when he spins his second story.

Very slightly starting to panic and worry I think.

Heeeeeey Chekhov's Gun!

HEY, EXCUSE YOU. RUDE.

Leave my son alone you asshole.

Saxon's monologuing about how he totally wanted to murder the Protectors anyway is the reveal that convinces Rau to help Sabine... sort of.

Meanwhile Saxon continues to get rougher with Ezra. This makes the whump gremlin in my brain very happy. :D

Sabine's so excited to finally get a jetpack, aww.

We spend maybe a little longer on the fight between Fenn Rau and this random Supercommando than I would have but it does firmly establish how skilled they are and how much of a threat they pose so I guess there's that.

Oh man they showed the hard cut between Rau punching out the Supercommando and Saxon slamming Ezra into the floor in the early Season Three trailers and I distinctly remember thinking, "WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY SON?!"

Saxon making good on his threat to shoot Chopper forces Ezra to use the Force to throw off the aim, accidentally revealing himself to Saxon.

It's okay though because Sabine is here! :D

THUS BEGINS THE BATTLE COUPLE PORTION OF THE EPISODE. <3333

It's a little bit hilarious how closely this scene mirrors the first confrontation with Ketsu back in Season Two. We also get way better backstory details.

Lol Ezra's little smile when Sabine shades the Supercommando armor by saying she likes more color.

The Chekhov's Gun gets fired!

IF NO SUPPOSED TO SHIP LITERALLY WHAT EVEN IS THIS? LOL.

Ezra seems awfully surprised by her move, kind of taken aback at the... ahem... intimacy of it. He obediently clings to her when she tells him to hang on, though.

And then this:

...Come on.

Y'all had to know how that would look, right? Right? Which animator was like: "I'm going to have Ezra curling his leg around Sabine here! :D" You're not in trouble, I just wanna talk.

Beyond the obvious my-ship-is-in-very-close-proximity-and-being-Battle-Couple, this setpiece is just really well done. The fast tracking shots give a dynamic sense of movement, the music is frenetic and exciting, Ezra and Sabine work smoothly together to down three-quarters of the squad, even with Ezra's abilities limited by having to hang on to Sabine. If you watch close you see all sorts of fun little subtle details: Sabine gripping Ezra's hand tighter with both of hers, the splashes as Ezra's feet skim the water at the bottom of the gorge...

Also love Ezra's needlessly dramatic yelling Sabine's name when one of Saxon's shots dislodges him from her grip. XD

She reaching back tho.

Curse this photo limit I really want to just post a million caps of the pretty scenery because seriously.

Eeeeyyyy Main Titles theme used for a Big Damn Heroes moment with a ship, we haven't had that in a while. Glad you grew a conscience, Rau.

SABINE SAYS THE CURSED LINE AND GETS IMMEDIATELY TACKLED OUT OF THE AIR BY SAXON. You guys have got to stop promising to be right behind.

Needlessly dramatic yelling of Sabine's name moment number 2, lol.

This is ah... Uncomfy.

Did not feel sorry for him at all when Sabine busted his chops.

<333333

Rau confesses that Sabine's loyalty to Ezra is actually kinda rad and it's what convinced him she's a true Mandalorian.

Ezra's sentiments are still, "You guys are all nuts." lol. And aww this soft look Sabine gives him is just so sweet.

And... that's a wrap! This episode is not filler it's important to the wider Mando arc that centers around Sabine, also Ezra gets to be very cute and in distress, also he and Sabine spend a lot of time this episode being badasses together while Sabine holds him around the hips and waist, also I love it shut up.

It's also super pretty, I'mma have to make a separate post just appreciating all the gorgeous shots.

The conventions heavily spoiled this episode by releasing a LOT of clips before it aired, a mistake they'd later rectify by being stingier with their preview footage. I still enjoyed it though, it's one of my favorites. For obvious reasons, lol.

[lesbiansabine]

Not watching ahsoka (couldn't handle seeing ghost crew in that way) but the clips of the ahsoka and anakin sequence are so hilariously awful I feel the same way that I did when reading rise of Skywalker spoilers on the night it released its so funny . Get Hayden christensen out of there

[iinafarawaygalaxii]

Star Wars the Clone Wars: Bloodline

The Essence of Time : Chapter 1

Timeline: 22BBY

Summary: 10 Years passed since the Invasion of Astra; After her daring journey through life at this point with her little sister Cersi, Her newly acquired skills suddenly became valuable bringing GenoVera head to head with her greatest enemy. War. 

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: angst?

Rating: SFW

Notes:

*Kriff- A curse word in the StarWars universe

The city was never dull. The glistening lights from the mega structures that sprout from deep within Coruscant core shouted with color as thousands of air speeders and starships flew just above the skyline; twinkling, as dawn began to rise. Vera entered into deep thought, peering into the distance.. watching. Since the clone wars began nearly 2 months ago, Vera's constantly reminded of what war brings and the pain she felt since and sadly, continued to grow. Since the Invasion of Astra, echos of her thoughts buzzed about uncertainty for what the future will hold and it often plagued her mind but everything here was untouched by it. Coruscant was her freedom, and she intended to keep it that way. 

Peering through the windows of the GAR headquarters, the room she was in was so quiet- you could hear a clip fall on the floor. Her mind began to bubble as to why she was ever called here in the first place, 'The Galactic Army of the Republic huh?', She thought to herself wondering if her identity was finally uncovered. The silence was almost enticing, slicing down to her nerves. What would the Galactic Army of the Republic want with a civvie doctor? She stood still, arms folded, gazing upon dawn... contemplating how she ended up in this position and as she began to drift off into deep thought, the blaster door swished open introducing the grand entry of 3 Jedi Knights who walked into the room. Vera turns, nerves pinging, preparing to introduce herself. She placed her hand gently over her chest and slightly bowed, "Dr. Vera Cross, its a pleasure to meet you-", the Jedi knight with golden hair and a well trimmed beard steps up to her first engulfing the opportunity to show his honorable side, "Im very pleased to meet you Doctor. Allow us to introduce ourselves-", he softly grazed his chest with his hand, "I am Obi-Wan Kenobi.", before turning to another jedi who seemed oddly familiar, "This here is-", being abruptly interrupted by the Jedi he began pointing too, "Anakin Skywalker-", the Jedi exclaimed as he gently grabbed Veras hand and raised it to his lips, "-a pleasure to meet you", he bends nearly eye-level to her, his icy blue eyes peering into hers as his wavy hair falls gently across his temples. 

'Did he just kiss my hand?..', she thought, shocked by the endearment wondering how many times this actually worked to gain favor. "Please excuse him-", a tall man with darker skin approached putting his hand on Anakin's shoulder, prompting him to let go of her hand. He seemed wise, maybe the wisest out of all of them. Skywalker released her from his gentle grip leaving Vera with slightly blushing cheeks, "-I am Mace Windu", the stoic man voiced. Vera nodded her head in respect to Skywalker and proceeded to shake Windus hand, "Its a pleasure to meet you all..", She calmly said still blushing from Skywalkers debut. 

"Im glad you're here Doctor please, have a seat", Master Windu voiced guiding his hand towards the table indicating that the meeting was about to start. Vera's whirlwind thoughts began to take hold leading to even more questions beginning with why 3 Master Jedi's arranged this meeting with her, specifically. After everyone took their seats, she was the only person on one half of a 6 seated table 'this is beginning to feel like a interrogation', Vera insisted at this point. "Now that the introductions are out of the way, Dr. Cross.. Im sure you're wondering why we asked you here to the G.A.R." Obi-Wan began his explanation, "You have an impressive background if I do say so myself..", he began to stroke his beard, "Yes, Miss Cross we asked you here because we are in dire need of battle medics-", Master Windu continued, "your experience fits exactly what we need to aid in this war." Veras buttons were already pushed. War, all everyone cares about it the war, something she sincerely despises. "Is this you trying to recruit me?", she interrupted annoyed that she had to cancel 3 surgeries today just to repeat her answer. "The Senate has already sent me a holo about this. My answer still remains. No, Im sorry". Her annoyance was already exceeding its limits as she stood up to bow to the Jedi trying not to be too disrespectful, "I apologize that you had to waste time calling me here, but my answer is firm and I want no part in the war. Please enjoy the rest of your day". 

She began to walk away as Master Skywalker grabs her shoulder. Looking back, the glare of a morning sunrise already made its debut to shine across a city made of iron and stone. 'sigh only a few more hours remain before I need to return to work. What else do they need from me',  "Vera-" he says almost pleadingly, "please hear us out". Vera turned and took a few steps back wondering if she should actually stay and hear them out or leave and get some much needed rest before her actual duties. "Listen, I understand I helped with the age acceleration for your troopers however I only helped and my skills are needed here on Coruscant, nothing more.", She proceeded to fold her arms to prevent Anakin from making anymore sudden moves. "Dr. Cross.", Master Windu States, "We need you to spearhead the Combat Medic teams. Our soldiers are still young and can use experience from a seasoned Doctor", Master Windu pulled out a holo protector out of his pocket projecting an entire rap sheet of her previous expeditions, "Even at your age, you were at the battle of Genosis... You fought for and protected a lot of our men and the republic. Not only that but you studied under the Kaminoins and aided in the development of the clones, even assisted in the evacuation of Naboo. Your expertise in training our medics will go a long way in the war. You will only be training and ranked under supervisory captain of the medical unit. Once you believe the troopers are trained enough you can return to Coruscant". The room was still. The three Jedi trying to convince her of the benefits it would leave not only them but her as well. Once they had finished talking about the entirety of the job they left Vera in her thoughts, 'Everything you done to help prevent war pulled you right into it... good job dummy',  

"Well..." Vera Continued, "This is a lot to ask. Is this.. time sensitive?", she questioned as the Jedi looked amongst themselves ,"Time is of the essence", Obi-Wan exclaimed, "If you feel as if you're not up to the task. We can search somewhere else", Master Skywalker said sheepishly. Overall, you can cut the tension with the knife. Vera felt slightly irritated at Skywalkers comment but she knew no other doctor on Coruscant had the experience she’s had. She may be 24 but the experience under her belt far exceeded the age she was at. It was very apparent that they wanted her and only her, otherwise she wouldn't be the only one here. "However-", Master Windu interrupted looking at Skywalker angrily "We would prefer you. No one else has the level of experience or knowledge we need...", 

'exactly, at least someone said it'.

Vera could feel the anticipation of them wanting her to say yes but still, she couldn't help but wonder If being in the military is the right step towards her true goal. 'Will this be beneficial to become head general surgeon when I return? Ill never have to leave again...', Her goals seemed limitless and the possibilities of opportunities will be more than endless if she returned a seasoned veteran. But then again.. its war and she swore she wouldn't put herself or her sister through that again. "I would like to have a few days to think about it. I'll contact you in 2 rotations?", Vera stated not knowing exactly what she'd be getting into and at that point, the twinkling lights were no more, just the golden warmth of the sun piercing the room while the silence seeped into the office. 'Damn its almost mid morning. so much for sleep'.  She unfolded her arms as the Jedi asked her to step outside of the room. Nodding in acknowledgment, she stepped into the hallway and leaned on the opposing wall from the door, admiring the aesthetic of the military building/  'I wish we had these lights in the hospital we would see so much better,  but of course the government spends more on war than their own people.' Everything was a hustle, chatter filled her ears and with the many clones and GAR personnel walking passed her she wondered if this could this be her new life? Seeing the same face every day watching these men throw away their lives and not being able to live by their own choices? Which was honestly something she understood the most. The project on Kamino... Hell she didn't think it would be for this. There was too much uncertainty which is why she and her sister left in the first place. 'kriff', she thought 'I don't know if I can watch these men throw their lives away...It just not right.'  However, she knew that in fact her skills can help them and it was the least she could do despite her rendering past. It would only be one squad she would train, they would teach others throughout the grand army. Would it be so bad to take a year from the towering sculptures of the Iron City? It was a dream of hers to travel the stars and see what not many others cant. She supposed that, it was indeed a benefit for herself yet would she be able to handle such things since her own experience with war? And as she stood there completely lost in her thoughts, she brought her eyes back up to gaze at the headquarters changing the subject in her mind to protect the fragility of her pain. 

Looking at all these clones, she couldn't help but think about how handsome they all turned out to be, 'Jango Fett was a perfect DNA donor'. She thought looking back at her experience from Kamino. She smiled bringing her head down thinking about the first generation clones. Despite their creation, each soldier walking past with their broad shoulders were each unique in their own ways. Different hair styles, scars, tattoos... Each and everyone of them carried their own. Which was oddly pleasing to her. 

Time seemed slow but it had almost been ten minutes, Vera checked her watch only to notice three men standing just a few feet from the door. She looked at them admiring their bulky figures of their plastoid, 'were they made to be so..buff, or is that the armor?', she thought taking glances here and there while she waits. Looking at the clones, she couldn't help but think about how handsome they all turned out to be, 'Jango Fett was a perfect DNA donor'. She smiled bringing her head down thinking about the first generation clones. Despite their creation, each soldier walking past with their broad shoulders were each unique in their own ways. Different hair styles, scars, tattoos... Each and everyone of them carried their own. Which was oddly pleasing to her. However, one did capture her eye among the 3 that stood close... He was, different, Much different than the others. He had blonde hair and his eyes were like beautiful honey pods, nearly Astrian in a way, which reminded her of her people. A wave of emotions began to overtake her some of which she didn't particularly understand. 'Wow', she stared at him completely 'he's so....-',  her thought swiftly cut off because this specific clone looked back at her, catching her eyes.. she quickly looked away and began to blush. 'kriff.. he totally caught me... is he? staring back?',  She for stood nearly 5 minutes embarrassed as she feels his gaze upon her but in all actuality he was just as curious of this new person as the other two.

 "Who's that Rex", said the man with the brown markings on his armor , "Not sure Ponds...", he responded. The other man with yellow markings took his helmet off, "To answer your question, her name is Vera Cross. She's a doctor and may become the next medic trainer", the two men looked at Commander Cody, shocked that the Jedi would want a civvie doctor instead of one of their own. What was the point of them on the front lines if they were going to hire people from general public? Rex and Commander Ponds smiled at each other, "well I hope she joins my battalion.." exclaimed Ponds mischievously grinning in her direction. "Don't get your hopes up brother, she doesn't look like the type to be into us", Rex said as all three of them glanced at her.

The door opens and all three of the Jedi stepped out. She stood at attention along with the soldiers who were nearby- "we will await your answer", Master Windu stated before bowing to take his leave. He signaled one of the three men, the one with brown armor, to follow him. The trooper walked passed her applying a sly grin, 'what in the world was that for?', Vera faced the other two Jedi, "I hope you consider this position Dr. Cross, you are very much needed and will be taken care of immensely", Obi-wan stated and bowed "Again it was a pleasure to meet you", he took his leave and began to walk towards the soldier in yellow signaling for him to follow as they headed down the hall. It was only Skywalker and... Damn, the blonde haired clone. Veras heart began to race as the young trooper walked up to Skywalker and her. This clone in particular.... Her eyes buzzed with curiosity the more she looked. Like why in the world was his hair blonde and why is he so... I don't know... stoic? He knew she was staring but shared the same curiosity and as the sun hitting the right side of his face through the broad open windows of the GAR, the glow of the afternoon sun accentuated his jawline adding definitive lines for her to look at... 'oh my..' Vera thought slightly intimidated by his size, she was very small compared to him and the Jedi but his features and his body language. She was attracted to him nonetheless. She couldn't help but stare and unluckily for her Skywalker noticed, sensing her admirability.

"Sir!", he stood at attention, perfect form, perfect posture... "At ease Captain", Anakin stated introducing his captain to her. Anakin smirked using the feelings he knew she had to his advantage "Captain Rex, This is Doctor Vera Cross, hopefully our new Combat Medic”, Rex nodded not uttering a single word. She began to introduce herself by gently placing her hand on her chest offering the same greeting as the Jedi. "Vera Cross, you can call me Doctor, Dr. Cross, or Cross", she place her hand directly in front of him, "Its a pleasure to meet you, sir", he responded shaking her hand before she suddenly stepped forward glaring at him, "Don't ever call me sir again... understood?", he looked down to her meeting her serious gaze. Slightly flustered that a woman of all people could be so frightening. Anakin smiled at the statement realizing that not only would she be a great fit for his team but a feisty women to keep his captain in check.  “My apologies doctor, duly noted", Rex responded sheepishly releasing himself from her grip to step back to Anakin's side who was determined to get Rex to open her perspective. "Captain Rex please escort the Doctor back to her speeder", Rex nodded and turned to Vera pointing his hand down the hallway, "This way.. Doctor", his low husky voice sent a shiver throughout her body noticing that even his voice was different than his brothers. She quickly learned in that moment that maybe calling her sir would've been better. Either way, he throws her off her game and she was not liking that fact at all. 

She proceeded to follow the Captain through the GAR. It was buzzing~ Trooper here, trooper there, Jedi conversing with other civvies who worked on behalf of the GAR, the headquarters was really something. Although the awkward silence between the two of them got to a point of discomfort, I mean he did catch her staring at him AND she did get on his ass for calling her sir but again... uncomfortable. "So Combat Medic huh?", he asks trying to break the ice and cut through the silence.  "Yes.. apparently", she responds not adding any further. They come up to the elevator and realize the gates are still quite a few stories away. "You should seriously consider", he exclaimed standing shoulder to shoulder, pressing the button to go downstairs. The seriousness in his voice made it seem like its more of a deep routed issue but then again... She suspected thats just how he is and if she was going to make a decision anytime soon, she needed to know. "Why do you need a trainer so bad? What the Kaminoins didn't teach you guys anything?"

He looked at her as she witnessed all the happiness withdrawn from his spark and could tell how annoyed he was at the comment, the fire in his eyes... She's definitely seen that before, "Were grown in a tube doctor-", he replies sternly making eye contact with her, "-you may have been there at the beginning of clone development, but you'll never begin to understand what we go through before we are thrown into a galaxy like this. Our training is holograms, our experiences is reusable droids and scripted battle simulations-", Vera tried to cut him off to apologize but the Captain was in the root of his statement and wasn't backing down, "Captain, I never meant-", he interrupted her, taking a step closer to ensure the seriousness of his words, "I understand that civvies will assume we get the best but you are wrong. We're created to serve the republic, we don't get choices like you. Don't assume otherwise- Doctor.", Vera felt defeated as she realized the truth in his words. Despite being genetically modified and created, they were made for one thing. War. They experience fear and pain, death and suffering the same as everyone else but no one acknowledges that. Being brought to life just to serve that purpose? She sighed... as her memories began to rise and the screams of her people echoed through her mind of that day. Sadness became her in that moment realizing that the clones... experience what she felt, everyday. She took a deep breath trying to reign in her emotions and apologized for her tone deaf statement, "Im sorry, I didn't intend to offend you. Your lives matter and training does come from experience. Better to learn if from a person with real experience than holograms". She looked down to her feet still picturing the images of her family fall. The pain was overwhelming and leaked out of her like bad B.O. Rex felt this pain and left the conversation how it was. 

-DING-

The elevator arrived with everyone who was inside scurrying away. He went into the elevator first feeling guilty of the conversation they had just seconds ago. He knew she felt his and his brothers pain it was written all over her face when he finished grilling her, which left him just as curious and between that moment and the front doors, there was only silence. He points towards the giant blaster doors just a few feet away from where they stopped, "Through the doors and you'll see security. They'll open the main Gates for you", Vera felt sadden by what transpired and she didn't feel right leaving things how they were but, she also didn't know how to fix it. Being in the civilian world proved rough for her especially with understanding feelings because she never really had them herself... besides sadness. She stared at the blaster doors before looking up to a softened Captain, “Thank you Captain Rex, I wish you well”, she took a few steps forward before looking back to see that he was gone, completely vanished into the crammed atmosphere of the GAR. 

Walking through the blaster doors, she paced towards the gates and the guards let her through as she proceeded to the parking area. "Im so stupid...,  she whispered to herself before jumping into her air-speeder gazing at the headquarters of the GAR. Something about that place gave her a piece of excitement she hasn’t had in a long time but most importantly, she wondered about meeting the Captain again even though he probably hated her at this point. 'sigh, maybe he'll forget about it but.. I guess it doesn't matter, I'll probably never see him again'. She pointed her speeder to the next airway, the sun at its mid peak and proceeded home. Will she join the GAR? Or will she walk away and continue to live the life she’s in now. So many questions with so little time. 

“Time is of the essence”, she whispered to herself as she began to speed away to her villa pondering on her next move. 

Next

[lesbiandeancas]

[in dramatic fake-detective voice] Where were you on November 5th, 2020? And what did you do when you got the news?

Well I didn't watch it live at that time, I got the news from my wife telling me and then we watched the clip out of context and immediately started roasting the poor editing and weird blocking (however much I love destiel and am happy the confession scene happened, it was really weirdly blocked and edited)

I spent the next 2 weeks speeding through a rewatch (watching only episodes with cas and skipping a lot of s11, we missed a LOT of stuff) hoping to be caught up in time for the finale. We were not but we did watch 15x18 I think? and we watched the finale live

Watching the finale live had the same feeling of watching Rise of Skywalker. The whole time I was just like, "Please say psych" and when dean died 15 minutes in I was just like ok so here's where cas comes back. Literally the whole time waiting and it never happened. Legit it was like. An out of body experience.

I literally talked to my therapist about that finale no joke

Anyway this got off topic but basically I was really into MDZS at the time and even tho I had an inkling they might make destiel canon at the end of the show nothing could have prepared me for the sequence of events that happened... dont even get me started on the LatAm dub and all the hilarity that ensued for that! Remember when Dean's voice actor said he thinks Dean is gay?

[asocial-skye]

i IMMEDIATELY have to know about filters of the late republic, it instantly caught my eye!!

okay, so i'm actually really glad that you were the one to ask me about this, because you were the one who inspired me to plan out and write this piece. i got the idea after reading your in-universe nonfiction pieces.

so, filters is 'written' by the child of an archive keeper who partnered with their childhood friend to release their collection of documents detailing the jedi and fall of the republic. they actually have a foreword where they talk about the backgrounds further.

the overarching question that the two are answering in the course of the book is what happened to anakin skywalker?

it's mostly political documents about happenings in the Senate, with commentary attached, but there is also a lot of letters, newspaper clippings, some translated interviews, couple of picture maybe (if i can figure out how to graphics or if someone teaches me). i'm debating on whether i want to add poetry or love letters, but all the details aren't ironed out. mostly, i just have the foreword.

here's an excerpt:

Little was documented after the rise of the Empire, with almost all records rescinded or destroyed. Long-standing archives were burned down, with reasons varying from treason to simple accidents. No one assumes that they are accidents, but it is likely that many people were like my mother, burning down cherished libraries to prevent exploitation.

[celestial-jazzie]

just finished rewatching Rise of Skywalker and opened Tumblr.com so now my crisis has to transfer from that one clip of a Y-Wing being shot down to being unsure of how I feel about Jay losing an eye