#sith!teen!reader

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The Cyborg's Apprentice Part 2

Summary: Reader finds a way out of serving the Sith. Or so they think.

Warnings: Reader goes on a mental health/self discovery journey, neck wounds, and trackers

Notes: Part 1 and part 1.5 here

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word Count: 4,032

Light rain pattered against the window, occasionally broken by a violent crack of lightning. They didn’t go together. The rain was barely more than a drizzle, one that children could dance in, but the lightning was fierce enough to make some adults cower in fear.

Ahsokah was neither an adult, nor a child. So instead of dancing or cowering, she studied. She’d found some interesting writings on meditation, and was trying her best to follow the steps. The soft rain helped her get into the zone, and the lighting was a good test of concentration.

One thing kept nagging at her. It had been quite a few days since she’d heard from you. Maybe you’d been found out, and Grievous had ordered that your conversations stop. There was another possibility, one she dreaded even more than the last. What if you had sunk even deeper into the dark side, and decided to cut off communication all on your own? You could be devotedly fighting against the Republic on some far-flung planet.

A peal of thunder rumbled outside, and she pulled herself back to her meditations. If you were countless parsecs away, there was nothing she could do. 

Little did she know, the two of you were mere miles apart, and you were growing ever closer. Your hood stayed up over your head, concealing your face. With help from the Force, you managed to circumnavigate the security measures, and began ascending the side of the Temple.

When you reached the right window, you could see Ahsoka sitting there cross-legged on the floor, eyes closed, with a scroll unrolled in front of her. The lights were on, just enough to read by. It was shockingly sparse. Only a bed, low to the ground, and a small table.

Hesitating, you raised your fist to knock on the window. What if this was a mistake? You coming here could endanger Ahsoka, get her in trouble with the Jedi Council, kicked out, even. 

But… You needed her right now. There was nowhere else to go, no one else who could understand. So, you lightly tapped your knuckles against the transparisteel.

Her head darted towards the unexpected sound at the window, and when she saw you, her face was filled with confusion. She said something you couldn’t hear, and when you tried to tell her as much, she motioned for you to wait.

Turning, she picked up one of her lightsabers, and drove it into the window. Within a moment, a circular chunk was missing.

“Y/n?” She said, just barely loud enough to be heard.

“Hey 'Soka.” You said, then promptly tumbled through the hole. She grabbed you a moment before you hit the floor, and helped you sit against the wall.

“What are you doing here?” She asked. “It’s not safe for you!”

“I… I didn’t know where else to go.” At that moment, Ahsoka noticed that blood was trickling down your neck.

“Maker, Y/n.” She said, pushing your cloak out of the way so she could see the cut. “How did this happen? Who did this?”

“I did.” You said. “I had to. Grievous had a tracker implanted in my neck.”

Once she had stopped the bleeding from your neck, Ahsoka’s eyes darted over the rest of you. Your clothes were dirty and wrinkled, like they hadn’t been washed in a few days. You had a few minor scrapes and bruises, but you were tired. Every breath took effort, and your eyes were filled with fear.

“Y/n,” Ahsoka started, “How are you going to get back to Grievous’s ship?”

“I’m not going back.” You said. “I can’t go back.”

“Well, I can’t hide you here.”

“Tano, I would never ask you to.” 

“What do you suggest I do?” She asked.

“Turn me in.” You said, and Ahoska gave you an astonished look. “It’s the only way you don’t get in trouble with the Council, and I stay safe from the Sith.”

A moment passed, one in which the two of you just sat, inches apart, taking in the gravity of the situation.

“Can we just have a few more moments?” She finally asked. 

“Of course, ‘Soka.”

When Ahsoka called for the guards, they clapped specially-crafted Mandalorian manacles onto your wrists, and brought you to the medic, who patched up the back of your neck. They locked you in a small cell until the Council could be assembled. Waiting there was the worst part. It gave you plenty of time to sit and reflect.

Ever since your encounter with Ahsoka at the ruined temple, the two of you would avoid each other on the battlefield. One night, you received an encrypted message. It was just one short question.

Why did you let me go?

And you replied with the simple, honest, answer.

I don’t know.

From that point on, you become each other's confidants. Strategic information was never shared, since the consequences of espionage were much worse than simply fraternizing with the enemy, but more personal matters– doubts, dreams, dreads– were all fair game. Because of this, Ahsoka knew things about you that you wouldn’t dare tell anyone else and vice versa.

She first suggested you join the Jedi a few months after you started talking. Deep down, you knew what the Sith were doing wasn’t right, but years of conditioning and propaganda with just enough truth sprinkled in was hard to break away from. So you declined her offer.

Again, when you were stranded on a planet with her, she brought up the idea. She even suggested you could fake your death and go back to the Temple with her. It was tempting, and she had convinced you that the Sith were doing more harm than good. Ultimately, the idea didn’t pan out.

You were pulled out of your reminiscing when the guards came to escort you to the Council Chamber. The twelve Jedi Masters were seated in a circle, and you were guided to the middle. 

“Y/n y/l/n.” Began a man with dark skin and a bald head. “We know you are a Separatist, and the apprentice of General Grievous. You have fought against the Republic and the Jedi Order for years, taking down waves of our troops and foiling countless missions. Today you are brought before the Council in a strange turn of events including but not limited to breaking into the Jedi Temple.”

“Your side,” Said a short shriveled green man, “You now must tell us.”

“I was a Separatist,” You said, “But I have turned against Grievous and the entirety of the dark side of the force. I wish to study at the Jedi Temple, but I understand you have your reservations, and that it is a real possibility that I will spend the rest of my days in a cell.

“For now, the CIS are unaware that I have defected, but when they do figure it out, they will hunt me down. I have only one request: Wherever you lock me up, make sure it has the best of security.”

“We will see.” The bald man said. “We have further questions. Why did you go to Ahsoka Tano?”

“She and I met before, during multiple battles.” You replied simply, casting a glance towards the door, where Ahsoka was standing with her master Anakin. “And I felt that our similarity in age would help me gain her trust.”

The questioning went on for a little while longer, until, satisfied with your answers, the green man spoke.

“A moment we must have,” He said, “To discuss. Back to your cell, you will go. Call you we will, when a decision we have reached.”

On your way out, you exchanged the briefest of glances with Ahsoka. A look of thanks passed between the two of you, like Ahsoka was grateful you did not bring up your secret correspondence. 

Not too long later, you were called back to the Council Chamber.

“It has been decided that you will be welcomed into the Order,” Said the bald jedi, who you learned was Mace Windu. “You will live here, and be trained in the light side of the force.”

“Thank you!” You said, a smile spreading across your face.

“Padawan Tano and Master Kenobi, you should thank.” Said Yoda. “Spoke on your behalf, they did.”

“Understand that there are caveats to this agreement.” Master Windu continued, “You will stay on the Temple grounds with supervision at all times. You will not be allowed access to your lightsabers, or communication to anyone outside the Temple.”

“Of course,” Obi Wan jumped in, “You will also provide us with any and all future CIS plans.”

“Of course.” You nodded, just happy they weren’t shipping you off to a prison planet, or executing you here and now. Once the rules were all laid out, they had the guards show you to your room. It was as bare as Ahsoka’s, except it was equipped with a security camera, and the windows were too small to fit through.

A short time later, Ahsoka joined you. She brought some robes and some scrolls for you, along with dinner.

“Honestly,” She said as the two of you sat cross legged on the floor, “I was surprised they let you in.”

“Me too.” You said, scooping up a bite from your bowl. “I thought the whole ‘fighting against you all in a war�� thing would’ve given them a bit more pause.”

“Yes, that,” Ahsoka agreed, “But also, you’re really old.”

“Excuse me?” You raised an eyebrow at her. “I am, like, a few months older than you at most.”

“I know that, Y/n,” She scoffed, “What I meant is that Anakin is one of the oldest people they’ve agreed to train, and even then there were some grumblings about it.”

“Well,” You shrugged, “They already agreed. Can’t go back now!” You had another bite. “How old was Anakin? I can’t be that much older.”

“He was nine.”

“Oh.”

Ahsoka left to go to bed, but said she’d be back in the morning to take you to breakfast and show you around the Temple. 

“I’ve got a few day’s shore leave,” She said as she was leaving, “But after that I’ve gotta keep kicking Separatist butt.”

True to her word, the next morning she was in your room right as you finished getting dressed.

“Do you know where I should put these?” You said, holding up your old Sith robes. The red and black patterning stood out harshly against the soft neutral colors of the room.

“The laundry basket’s in the closet.” She said, nodding her head in its direction. “Let’s go, we’re burning daylight here. The sun’s been up for nearly a half hour! By the time we get to the Refectory, all the good food’s gonna be gone.”

Just as Ahsoka predicted, there was no good food left. After breakfast – which wasn’t all that bad – Ahsoka brought you to a quiet, dimly lit room, then left. Inside was a small group of people, mostly children, seated in a circle around an older Jedi. 

She beckoned you to an empty cushion on the ground, and briefly explained that they were practicing silent meditation, and that the goal was to completely quiet your mind and body.

One of the conditions of your staying here was getting some training to combat the Sith teachings, so here you were, meditating cross-legged with a class of children. The silence sank into your bones, at first you tried to fight it, but when it eventually settled, you found yourself with a strange sense of peace.

You did as the instructor said, and whenever a thought or feeling entered your mind you acknowledged it, and let it drift away. For a moment you felt the anger and pain drift away, too. It was like a weight had been eased off your mind.

But when your concentration wavered, the weight settled on you once more. 

After meditation the older Jedi led your group to the refectory. Ahsoka met up with you there. In the afternoon neither you nor Ahsoka had any obligations, so you spent it in the gardens. There, you saw a Jedi digging through the dirt holding a plant with wide heart-shaped leaves. The edges faded to green, while the rest was a pleasing pinkish red. 

“Oh hello!” Said the Jedi, straightening up from his work, “Have you come to help out in the garden?”

“Uh…” You glanced at Ahsoka, unsure what to say. 

“We would love to.” She said. So that afternoon was spent working peacefully in the garden. The Jedi you were working with was old, like your meditation instructor. He had the odd tendency to be silent for many minutes, state something completely out of the blue, and immediately go back to silence.

“Gardening used to be a popular activity among the Jedi.” He said, “Everyone from Younglings to geezers like me would be up here, digging through the dirt.” He said wistfully, “But that was before the war. Now we’ve got children out there fighting. It’s just us old folks holding down the fort here. Keeping the Younglings learning and such. You two are the only teenagers I’ve seen around here in a long time.” 

“I will be here for a while.” You said, “If that’s any consolation.”

“Hm.” He grunted, and pleasant silence descended again. 

And so went your days. Dinners with Ahsoka cross-legged on the floor, classes in restraining anger, teaching morality, and afternoons in the gardens, and weekly check-ins with the Jedi Council. You were still getting into the groove of things, when one night Ahsoka told you she had to leave.

“Wait what?” You asked, nearly choking on the bite of food in your mouth, “Already? It’s only been a few days!”

“I know,” Ahsoka said, “I know, but this war still needs fighting.” 

“Do you at least know when you’ll be back?” You asked, eyes downcast and voice full of sadness.

“No.” Ahsoka saw the look in your eyes, she continued, “But your information has been invaluable. We’re winning, Y/n. The end is in sight. Soon no one will have to fight.”

“Yeah.” You said. “That’s… Comforting I guess. I just wish that I could talk to you, while you’re gone.”

“We could ask the Council to make an exception to the ‘no outside contact’ rule,” She suggested, “Say that you need someone your age to talk to.”

“That might work,” You said, “I’ll still miss you though.”

“I know. I’ll miss you, too.”

You were granted permission to talk with Ahsoka while she was gone. Nothing about her locations or missions, and they read all your messages before sending them, but it meant you got to preserve the friendship. 

When she finally returned, it was like you were a different person. You happily wore the brown robes, tended the gardens, meditated, and lived without fear. The lessons you had been taught were sinking in, and the peace that came with them washed over every aspect of your life. 

The moment she got back, Ahsoka started looking for you. She found you in the gardens, watering and digging. Your entire demeanor had shifted. You carried yourself like you knew you belonged, and yet humbly. You dutifully attended to your work, and Ahsoka felt more at peace simply being in the same room as you.

“Y/n.” She said. You poked your head up from the bushes, and smiled at her.

“Hey Tano.” You said, brushing your hands off against your robe and standing up, “I’m glad to see you again.”

The two of you walked through the Temple together, talking for hours. 

“You…” She started, “I’ve only been gone a few weeks, but you seem so different now. Happier.”

“That’s because I am.” You said, “Happier, that is. I’m finally discovering peace.”

“Good.” She smiled at you, “Because you deserve it.”

The night before Ahsoka left again, she brought you dinner.

“Hey Y/n.” She said, holding a greasy bag up, “I brought you some food from Dex’s, since refectory food is all nutrition, hold the flavor.” Just like that first night, you sat on the floor of your room, and talked late into the night.

“Imma miss you.” You said as Ahsoka was just about to step through the door.

“I know,” Ahsoka paused, “But I have some good news. My friend Barriss Offee’s gonna be here for a bit. I think you’ll like her.”

And sure enough, you and Barriss hit it off. She was a little older than Ahsoka, and was able to give you some guidance. She often joined you in the garden, or for meditation. 

She was interested in your swap from the Seperatist’s side, perhaps a little too interested. She often asked about what you were taught as a Sith, which made you uncomfortable. Whenever that came up you steered the conversation away.

It was probably just her naturally investigative personality. That's another thing you liked about her, she was smart. You could point to any plant, painting, or carving in the Temple and she knew something interesting about it.

Occasionally, she would share her doubts about the Order with you. It reminded you of your secret correspondence with Ahsoka, back before you joined the Jedi, so you indulged her. Her concerns were similar to those Ahsoka had, mostly centered around the war, but they were different. These weren't just lamentations that the world was messed up and the Jedi Order needed reform, they were more like subtle hints that the Order itself was the problem. 

It was almost like she was probing you to see if you shared these beliefs. You brushed it off the first few times, but as the hints became less subtle, and her ideas less like ideas and more like plans, you resolved to tell the Council at your next weekly check in. It was just a few days away. In the meantime, you compiled all the worrying things you’d heard Barriss say so you could show them to the Council. 

The day finally came, and as you walked down the hall to the Council Chamber, you had your head buried in a tablet, going over what Barriss said one last time. You tucked it away just before entering the room. 

It was dark. The room was empty, except for one man lurking in the shadows. He stepped forward, and you saw it was Obi-Wan.

“They thought it would be better if you heard it from me,” he said. You were close with Obi-Wan, and often sought him out for advice. He stuck up for you during the Council’s private discussion, since he truly believed in you.

“Master Kenobi,” You said, “Is everything okay? Where are the other Masters? Is Ahsoka in trouble–”

“No,” He interrupted, “She’s fine. I’m here to return these to you.” He opened a small box, which contained your Sith robes. They seemed familiar and yet out of place. Just a relic of a part of your life that was long gone.

“Why would I need these?” You asked. Kenoi stayed silent. Searching for an answer, you looked at his face. His eyes were filled with regret and resolve.

“I’m so sorry.” He said.

“Why would I need these?” You asked again, voice more serious.

“You are part of a prisoner exchange.”

“No.” You shook your head, “No, I can’t go back. I’m not going back! They’ll kill me! Master Kenobi please-”

“They don’t know you defected.” He said, once again interrupting you.

“Then where do they think I was?” You questioned.

“As far as they know, you were imprisoned by the Republic.”

“How is this fair?” You spat, “I betrayed the CIS, the Sith, and everyone I used to know for a chance at joining the Order, and this is how it repays me? By manipulating me to get all the information it needed and then sending me back to the very same evils I fled? 

“The Jedi Council never manipulated you.” Obi-Wan said, his voice infuriatingly serene and steady.

“Really?” You scoffed. “You imprisoned me, and didn’t even bother to let me know. I trusted you.” 

Your voice lowered to barely above a horse whisper. 

“You let me believe I had a future here.”

“I thought you did, too.” He said, “I’m sorry.”

“Can I at least say goodbye?” You asked after a moment of silence. Tears started to gather in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away. 

“No.” He replied. “We have to leave now.” 

You nodded, and followed him to a transport shuttle. It took about a day of travel to get to the exchange point. First you took a small shuttle, then a larger ship, a landing pod, and finally you rode on the back of Cody’s speeder. The whole time you didn’t utter a single word. 

It was a remote planet. Just farms with little to no strategic value. You were wearing your Sith robes once more, and your arms were shackled behind you to align with your ‘prisoner of war’ story. You’d gotten there before Grievous, so you leaned against the bike while the clones and Obi-Wan sent out snipers to stay hidden in the surrounding hills’ shrubbery. The long grass rippled in the slight breeze, and the sun beat down. A few wispy clouds drifted lazily across the sky as the minutes ticked by.

After what felt like an eternity of waiting, the CIS finally showed up. Their speeders kicked up a storm of dust, which could be seen from miles away, even with the rolling hills. They slid to a halt on the other edge of a dusty clearing in perfect formation; Grievous at the center, flanked by a v shape of commando droids. 

The metallic General dismounted, pulled a tied-up Jedi from the back of his bike, and shoved him to a droid. Cody started to grab your arm to lead you forward, but you shoved him off of you and affixed a look of disdain to your face.

Back when you first met him, this attitude would have come naturally, but now, after learning empathy, you actually felt bad for the clones. They didn’t ask to be soldiers. They never had a choice. But you couldn’t think about that right now. You had to keep up the guise of a disgruntled young Sith, complete with eye-rolling and sneers.

Cody walked you halfway across the patch of dusty ground while a droid brought over the captured Jedi. After confirming that the Jedi was alright, Cody signaled to Obi-Wan, and the exchange was confirmed. Before you left, Cody passed you a box containing your lightsabers. As you were rushed to the Separatist speeders, you dared to cast a final glance back at the Republic forces. 

They were too busy welcoming their returned friend to even look at you. 

“Each time you find yourself scooped up by the Republic reflects poorly on me.” Grievous continued berating you as the commando droids loaded the bikes onto the shuttle. “Have you learned nothing? When will you stop allowing yourself to be snatched by these pieces of Republic scum?” 

“Those reflections are deserved!” You spat back. “You seem to forget that it is your job to teach me to fight. Instead you’re too busy chasing down Kenobi for some personal feud that he doesn’t even seem to know (much less care) about.” 

Those words hung in the air for a moment.

“Ha.” He laughed hollowly, “Perhaps you have learned something.” He then climbed into the shuttle. You knew he expected you to follow, but you could tell your emotions were reaching a boiling point. Instead of thinking about leaving Ahsoka without saying goodbye, or how the council betrayed you, you changed the sadness into blind rage. 

The wood of a nearby tree splintered as though an invisible hand crushed it. You looked at your hands, squeezed into fists so tight that your nails broke the skin, and realized that had been you. You had unintentionally channeled the Force. Slowly, you loosened your fists, and a few splinters fell away from the tree trunk.

From that day on, anger would be your fuel, and it would serve you well.

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Kylo Ren x Teen! Male Reader

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REQUEST: I just wanted to know if you maybe could write Kylo ren x child/teen male reader. Where the reader is like his apprentice aaand he shows him the force and how to fight with a light saber. And while training he gets hurt or something and Kylo is all dad-like :3

WARNINGS/CONTENT: Fluff, slight angst, knights of ten, training, slight back story, Kylo showing his Ben side, father and son relationship, platonic, teenager reader, mentions of purrgli.

WC: 2.1K

TAGS: @justalonleyboy

NOTES: Finally! First request is up! I hope you enjoy this shot, I tried to make it as father and son relationship as possible, but other than that thank you for the request it’s been a long time since I’ve written for Kylo Ren so it feels nice writing about him again.

“Again.”

His masters voice echos in the training room. He’s standing opposite of his opponent, panting and sweating from the dueling session. He’s been training all morning nonstop and he still hasn’t managed to take down one of the knights of Ren, he can sense them smirking behind those mask as they all watched him train.

His eyes drift over to the others, inhaling some air into his lungs and shakes his head. He couldn’t go any further his body feels sore and his legs are screaming at him to sit and take a break.

“I can’t.”

He felt guilt and shame for disobeying his masters words, expecting a scolding from him as usual only this time he approached him and used the force to summon his saber into his hand. Y/n is surprised by his actions, breathing hitching as he looks up to his master who stared him down.

The masked man looks at him up and down and can clearly seen the kids fatigue. “Leave us.”

The knights respect his wishes and leave the training room, hearing them murmur amongst themselves and leaving the two alone. As the doors close behind them they are finally left alone.

“I told you not to push yourself.”

“I didn’t want to disappointment you.”

Kylo remains quiet when hearing his response, earning him a deep sigh as he reached up to remove his helmet, revealing his face and the scar that was left behind on his right cheek. It was a nasty wound that he received from the Jedi and remembers that day clearly even though he was his apprentice he stayed by his side in the medical wing while he was healing, being the one to check his face evert once an while until it healed, leaving a scar behind.

“You didn’t, but I also can’t have my apprentice draining himself when training. You could have gotten hurt.” Kylo knows how rough the Knights of Ren can be he’s trained with them before and faced the consequences of their training methods the amount of bruises and pain he went through. He wouldn’t want Y/n to go through the same and kept an eye on him during training and became strict whenever he didn’t listen to his orders.

“Go wash up and get something to eat.” Said Kylo. “Rest.” His last word was stern, ordering him.

Y/n sighs to himself. “Yes, master.”

Y/n leaves the training room, leaving Kylo on his own while he makes his way back to his own private room. Once he’s far away and alone he lets out a groan and rubs his sore hips. “Damn knights are gonna kill me.” They’ve been dropping him to the ground every time he trained with them, using the wooden sabers to smack him each time he failed.

He deeply disliked them and would prefer using the trainer droids.

When reaching his room he waves his hand, using the force to open the door and doing the same when closing it after he walks inside and gets himself undressed and towards his shower where he can finally get washed up and relax a bit before getting something in his stomach. As much as he hated the training he should be grateful if it wasn’t for Kylo he would have remained in the slums slaving away in order to survive.

Kylo had sensed him and came to him.

Before he could officially leave the slum, Kylo had given him a test in order to prove that he would be a worthy apprentice. Y/n was desperate to get off that damn planet and accepted his test, not realizing the dangerous potential he carried. Since his test he always stuck by Kylo’s side, following his orders and listening to what he had to say.

He was afraid of the man at first.

Witnessing his anger issues and the amount of troopers he had killed out of pure anger. The times when he’d grow desperate to show their power and hunting other force sensitives that they could find. Many of the generals and engineers murmured about him, saying that he wouldn’t last long and would possibly anger his master enough to get himself killed.

Only for Y/n to prove them wrong.

The first time that Y/n disobeyed orders he almost got himself killed trying to capture a rebel in order to get further information about their plans. Kylo was not happy, yelling at him for his actions. Everyone would have expected Y/n to cower away and take the scolding only to argue back with the Sith, spitting back words as the two scream at each other.

They’d think that Kylo would have killed him that day, but instead Kylo had let him win the argument and stomped away angrily.

Since then the two found a weird way of bonding with each other.

After Y/n finished washing up and getting some clothes on he made his way to the mess hall where he grabs himself something to eat and takes his tray with him. He doesn’t eat with the other troopers since no one really had the courage to speak with him, to afraid to approach him.

So instead he spent his time eating in Kylos room.

It became a regular routine between the two. When Y/n enters the room he doesn’t find Kylo anywhere which was expected and sits by one of the windows, watching them fly through hyper space as he eats his food in silence. After some time, Kylo finally returns back to his own room, door closing behind him as he removes his mask and sets it down on his bed.

“I’ve never seen a purrgil…have you?” Y/n looks away from the window and over to Kylo who removed his saber from his belt and sets it on his empty desk along with Y/n’s saber. Kylo still hasn’t given him the approval of wearing it yet and simply waited for that day.

“They are nothing but stories, no one has seen one.” Said Kylo.

Y/n hums in return and looks back out the window. The silence between them was comfortable as Kylo did his own thing by doing his daily check ups on Hux’s work and making sure that everything is going in order. After Y/n finishes his meal he leaves the tray aside and steals one of Kylos holo pads in order to read something.

“Don’t forget your training starts again in an hour.”

The teen mentally groans to himself, eyes on the holo when speaking up. “Who will I be training with this time? Cardo? Trudgen?” He’s basically trained with each Knight and already knows the routine he has with each one. He just hopes its not Vicrul he’s the most ruthless one out of all of them and never holds back.

Kylo stands from where he sits and approached Y/n, taking the pad from him. “You’ll be training with me.”

His eyes slightly widen by his words. It wasn't rare for him to train with Kylo he was the first one he trained with when he first got here. He taught him about the force and how to wield a saber before the knights of ren came in to further his training while he watched him. “I will be testing your skills today and see how well the knights have been training you.”

“Of course, Master.” He softly whispers out, growing anxious as he quickly gathers his empty tray and leaves his room, rushing out to get ready for his final training today. He’s been training for this day and shouldn’t feel nervous, but somehow he can’t help himself.

When getting ready for his training he makes sure to put on a proper training suit in case Kylo goes a little rough on him. He doesn’t need anymore bruises showing each time he looks in the mirror. He laced up his boots and makes his way to the training room once he’s done getting ready.

When entering the training room it was usual for him to find the Knights of Ren training before him. Only this time they are standing on the side, watching him carefully as he enters the room.

“Don’t kill yourself kids.” Said Cardo, obviously smirking under his helmet.

Y/n glared at him when approached the training weapons, only to be stopped when Vicrul approached him. “You will be needing this.” He holds out his saber only this one wasn’t his. It was different from the one Kylo let him use.

He takes the saber in his hand, getting adjusted to the feeling of it in his hand and walks towards the middle of the room. He doesn’t get much time to mentally prepare himself when Kylo walks into the room, wearing his own helmet and without the cape this time.

Kylo doesn’t really give him time to prepare and approached him quickly, holding out his own saber and igniting it and takes a swing at him. Y/n is surprised by the quick attack and side steps quickly, igniting his own saber in order to defend himself. He holds it with one hand, focusing on Kylo as he takes another swing at him.

He’s quick to block it with his own saber. This one felt lighter to use than the one that Kylo got for him like it belonged to him.

He moves fast with each strike, groaning by the pressure that Kylo puts on his saber with each swing he takes. He can’t back down now a Jedi could easily kill him if he doesn’t fight back properly. He doesn’t know how long he’s been fighting for, but Kylo wasn’t backing down until one of them yielded.

Y/n holds the saber in his tight hand as his eyes follow Kylos movements. Y/n makes the first attack, swinging it close to his head which Kylo quickly dodged no realizing his own misstep as his own master swings his own red saber down on him. His eyes widen and quickly thinks, thrusting his hand out and using the force to stop the saber from killing him.

He can feel the hot saber close to his face, groaning and tilting his head away as he uses his power to push back only to grow weaker and tired. His hand is shaking and the saber is getting closer the red saber burning on his shoulder as he cries at the pain.

He can feel hot tears running down his face his emotion is enough for Kylo to stop, turning off his saber as the teen falls to the ground. A hand on his shoulder as he bites his lip hard trying to contain his muffled groans.

Kylo doesn’t hesitate to drop his saber, getting down on his knees and grabbing onto the kid. “Let me see.”

Y/n sniffles and whimpers afraid to show his wounded shoulder and shakes his head.

“Y/n.” Kylos voice is stern, enough to make the kid move his hand from where it lies as he shows his wound to Kylo. It wasn’t deep but it was burnt that he’ll need a patch and some bacta spray to get it healed up. While Kylo focused on Y/n’s wellbeing the Knights stood on the side, noticing his actions.

“He is still to weak and needs further training.”

Y/n looks away as he grows ashamed by their words only for Kylo to frown under his helmet.

“He is still a kid.” Kylo speaks up while looking over his shoulder, glaring under his helmet as he comes to a stand. “Get me a medical droid.”

“Ren—“

“Now!” Kylo shouts at the knights, reminding them who they follow as they leave the training room and search for a medical droid.

Kylo puts his focus on Y/n again and touched his shoulder which makes him wince. “It hurts.” He groans out. “I know it hurts and its gonna hurt even more if you don’t let me see if properly.” Y/n whines and lets Kylo examine the wound. The two are quiet until Kylo finally speaks up in a soft tone. “I’m sorry, I overstepped and got you hurt. I was rough on you.”

Even though Kylo was the most intimidating man on the ship only Y/n had the privilege to see his soft side which was very rare. He never pointed it out and simply went along with it, accepting his apology with a small nod as he lets him tend to his wound. “Well, at least I know you can handle a rough battle.” Y/n choked out a chuckle, sniffling back his tears as he sticks close to Kylo as they wait for the medical droid.

[phoenixyfriend]

Mandalore's Royal Concubine AU

HI

INSANE THOUGHT

YOU KNOW THAT POPULAR AU WHERE MANDALORE IS ITS OWN EMPIRE AND WHENEVER IT TAKES OVER A PLACE IT BRAINWASHES THE CAPTURED REBELS INTO BEING LOYAL CITIZENS (yes I know it's called the Integration AU)

I want one of those where you keep hearing about The Emperor but it's Plagueis, and you hear about Maul and Tyrannus and so on.

And then like ten chapters in you run into Jaster (40-ish) and the mistress he got after taking over Naboo, a 25yo Sheev Palpatine.

Dolled up and ostensibly brainwashed and known to have the Force but not any known ties to the Sith, he's just DAINTY and likes Naboo fashion and the readers are constantly hunting for The Truth. Is he a Sith that was successfully brainwashed? Biding his time? Looking to break away from Mandalore with Naboo but not a Sith? Working against the protagonist because he IS loyal to Jaster? Etc

A lot of the stuff you see people do to Obi-Wan, tbh.

Concubine Palpatine...

Also, if we go a bit down the line and instead have it with 50s-Jaster and early-40s bedwarmer Palpatine, we can have the protagonist that's meeting him for the first time be early teens Obi-Wan.

Palpatine has been in Jaster's bed for like. Twenty years by that point lol.

WAIT NO. NOT JUST A CONCUBINE. THE MAN'S A WAR PRIZE TWKYMSKTZKGZ

Palpatine, being Force-Sensitive and politically important, had led a resistance against Mandalore In His Youth, but failed. May be a Sith plot to infiltrate that went sour when the brainwashing actually worked? May have been a Sith plot that failed because nobody expected Sidious to LOSE and now they've washed their hands of him. May have just been a generally shitty Force-Sensitive but unaffiliated with the Sith because Naboo was on the other side of the galaxy from the Sith Empire? I don't know and neither do the readers.

Suggested by @threebea:

Either way he wants to do terrible things to Plagueis, either for his own revenge or on behalf of his husband

Subplot people trying to say Obi-Wan is their love child and could potentially steal the throne because Sheev is also a redhead (it's not true) but dealing with both assassins and they're trying to pull power way from Mereel

Obi-Wan: .... I'm not how is this even a rumour!?

It's because like satine and he for whatever reason used Palpatine as a cover somehow when they were teens and it has 'evidence' that there's a connection

Sheev "didn't want his child treated like he was and gave him up/smuggled him away" (sad sob story)

Obi-Wan: now both Mandalorians and Sith want to kill me for potential throne stealing, and I mean I'm a Jedi, they already wanted to kill me. but this feels more personal somehow

Sheev: ......... (Does not even like Obi-Wan and owed Duke Kryze a favour or Kryze was his ally before his death or w/e)

(Sheev brainwashed or not will absolutely use this tho)

I think there's also potential in 22yo Jango trying to "adopt" Obi-Wan (against the kid's wishes, of course) and explaining away the Palpatine situation with "stay away from him, he's always plotting."

"I thought you said he was successfully integrated."

"He was! But... you know those stories about evil stepmothers? And conniving concubines? He's... both. So just stay away."

Obi-Wan so maybe he's not integrated and he's an ally (no no he is not)

I also think it would be funny if the integration DID work and DID make Palpatine loyal to Jaster, but 80% of his non-sex actions result in "please stop helping me" because the methods are always way outside what even integration-happy Mandalore is comfortable with.

Fully corrupt, but for Jaster

Palpatine is having some palace intrigue and poisoning officials

Jaster: wait no

He's full on Dowager Empress vibes but he's not even married to the guy, nor is the guy dead.

All the political intrigue and skill of the prequels but. As a royal concubine.

Should definitely have beef with Jango for whatever reason

Jango: my childhood was a nightmare because of that man ><

But Palpatine covered himself way too well for it to be proven.

That's why he's 'adotping' Obi-Wan! Needs a force sensitive that he controls (that Palpatine doesn't have access to).

God, he DEFINITELY wanted to send Jango to boarding school. I don't think Jango ACTUALLY got sent away, but Palpatine probably managed a few Summer Sleep-Away Camps.

Palpatine: so you can be perfect for your father

Palpatine: (and get out of my hair ... Maybe have an accident that would be swell)

I want him to have pet Mandalorian peacocks. Drive home the absurdity.

I've decided this AU also has a primary plot about a Mysterious Stranger that keeps showing up to help Obi-Wan (actually help, not Jango's "help") and it's implied to be a member of the lineage, like Qui-Gon or Xanatos or something. Obi-Wan begs to be his padawan, before even knowing exactly who it is. And then, it is revealed to be! A time-traveller! Anakin, but as an adult! He hasn't even been born yet!

And then! The second twist behind the twist! Is that Anakin is not from the future but from a future, specifically! Canonverse RotS!

Ahsoka may or may not have been pulled along. And/or Rex.

Fuck it, maybe even Padmé with the twins?

Generally, all their important future knowledge, must notably that Palpatine is Sidious! Is useless.

Everything is just Too Different.

And in the middle of all that shit, Obi-Wan is introduced to the boogeyman of Anakin's nightmares, a Mandalorian concubine.

[gladiatorcunt]

- BEDROCK | XII.

you’re a bottled star, the planets align, you’re just like mars. you shine in the sky

cw: kinktober prompt (sex toys), reader has a pussy, age gap (ur bsf ahsoka’s former master!anakin (40’s) obi wan (50’s)’s padawan!reader in her early 20’s), dub con, implied obikin x reader codependency, dismemberment fantasies, reader is lowkey a stalker freak, no direct touching between anakin and reader ofher than chest fondling, strongly implied voyeurism that’s non consensual but unavoidable and unwanted by both of you, eventual sith!anakin, obi wan haunts the narrative, frequent use of ‘little one’, dead dove do not eat, reader became a padawan in their late teens

please do not repost, translate, or feed this work to ai

kinktober 2024

“You know they’re going to expect their toys to be put to good use.” Master Skywalker shrugs and tiredly grumbles down at you.

You’re sprawled out on the bed, recuperating from the first day of your undercover mission. Your own Master Obi-Wan Kenobi was on one of his infamous negotiation tours, so to speak, you had never cared for them, you couldn't spin pleasantries like yarn any better than a Rakghoul could dance.

Obi-Wan could only stomach taking you on because you parallel Anakin in so many ways, Anakin could only accept his former master taking another padawan because maybe your added seriousness will ease the aggravation caused by the one before you.

You were just happy to be chosen, as any child-waited-too-long-unwanted-teenager plucked from the tense comfort of their home would be, even if that home is only a basic imitation of a shelter.

“I know, Master.” These blasted things, growing up the other padawans would giggle with you over these provocative missions, usually a padawan donning the skin of a schutta on the end of a leash held by their Masters. “Do they have to be so… unique?”

It was as nice as Obi-Wan would’ve wanted you to be, even in these circumstances.

Would he take on Master Skywalker’s role with as much confidence and clarity as the true born son of the Force? Rumors of both the men’s appeal and promiscuity do not guarantee a willingness to rut into a padawan, a dance of demons spoken of in the archives, a beast in the vein of and important to some future single world than your own.

“Unique? How so? I know you’re not like some padawans and keep to yourself, little one, but Jedi your age talk. I’m not naive, neither is Obi-Wan.”

Master Skywalker might as well have carved the kyber crystal of his saber into your face, the flame that crackles under the surface of your skin bears his scent, stormy as his heavy gaze often is.

“Apologies, Master, i never meant to-”

“Shush.” He chuckles, “You can call me Anakin, I hope you’re aware of that. Mace Windu is not going to barge in here and strike you down for being informal. It’s just us, little one. I’m not even your real master, just doing pet sitting for an old friend.”

You blink, lava swirling in your gut at the implication of being a pet before a person. “Anakin.” Your mouth twists around the unused syllables, never having referred to a master by their first name in your entire life. “But the mission, we’re supposed to um…… you said they’d notice if we didn’t do……. anything.”

Another chuckle, another curl tucked behind his ear. “I shouldn’t have to remind you that we came to this planet as a wealthy ship salesman and his controversially younger companion. This place is too seedy to not have eyes and ears everywhere, they’d take it as an insult if we declined to use their… gifts. The success of this mission would mean another smuggler and secret trader being taken down, Obi-Wan and I both think you’re ready for riskier missions like this one. You’ll do fine, little one.”

“I’m trying to release my fear and anger into the force, Master- Anakin. I thank you and Master for seeing this in me but I've never done anything like this before. Are people really going to hear us… have sex?”

“That’s why we’re speaking so softly, padawan, it’s not the noises they’re looking to witness, but you can never be too careful.” Anakin smiles, patting your cheek firmly. “And we don’t necessarily have to do anything like that, just use the toys and leave them on the bed for servants to find, messy and thoroughly used. The nobleman will be pleased, if the information painting him as a pervert is accurate.”

Obi-Wan wouldn’t have spoken to you quite so crassly, but he does like to tease you that the sand scratching Anakin’s tongue never goes away, there’s always another grain when you think it’s spotless and clean. Like the temple or one of the many mighty metal spires, the sterile trees of Coruscant.

You nod, nevertheless. “There’s no use putting it off. The schedule we studied says the workers will stop by first thing in the morning.” Your nerves are obvious, picking your nails, biting your lip, adjusting the folds of your skimpy outfit to conceal skin it will never stretch far enough to cover.

Anakin’s eyes soften, the wrinkles in his outer eye corners deepen. “I’m only sorry I won’t be the only one to hear you cum for the first time, but they’ll never touch you, and they won’t get to know what you sound like doing everything. Trust me, little one, you’re in the safest place you could be right now, my general vicinity.”

It’s not as funny, or as hot, as you’d expect it to be. As shy as you are, you’re constantly surprised by how quick you are to embrace arousal in the urge to renounce shame. If your blood temperature rises to a boiling point, the big ball of anxious knots in your knot could be singed through until it falls apart.

You do not feel any great embarrassment of the simple truth that you have a crush on Anakin Skywalker, many do, you’d be at the tail end of a long line of various species of various ages and with various expectations of what they want their bodies to go through.

It’s silly to be possessive of a man you only share a master with, who stops by to chat when he’s not tinkering away at something or doing some death defying stunt on a mission that’s going to drive the council to insanity one of these days.

You are jealous of Ahsoka Tano however, your closest friend, even after she’s transferred to another Master, the result of some great big falling out.

It is far better that you were not assigned to be his padawan, the Force would have bled with your desire and dissipated entirely to get away from it.

Master Skywalker picks up one of the toys lying there on the bed in between you, a realistic tongue that disturbs you just a bit more than it arouses you. He chuckles at the apprehension on your face and motions for you to get comfortable. He reaches around you with one arm and bundles you up in his lap, your back to his firm chest.

He shushes your nervousness sounds and attempts to ramble, not fully apologetic as he peels back the layers of your tunic top. Your chest bounces into view, free from the confines of the tight fabric. Anakin gives you absolutely no time to be shy about them, groping one in his free hand. The force beams with his amusement when you gasp, the calluses on his fingers feel like they’re marking the skin of your mound, he kneads and kneads for a moment, perfectly content to let you squirm until you can get used to what else he’ll have to subject you to.

Maybe that’s where the hotness in these missions lies, you both want this on a baseline level but there are things you have to bend your own line in the sand to allow. Pushing your limits under the shyness-inducing gaze of Master Skywalker in these uncomfortably close walls and on a mission where you’re free to be other people might very well be your only chance. You’ve never broken a single rule at the temple, you’re a shining example of what a padawan learner should be. Master Obi-Wan often jokes that he wishes you were around to be his padawan the first time around, but there’s always a note of sadness hanging onto his stilted laughter.

You arch your back against Anakin, bracing your hands behind you and burying them in his hair. He groans as you gently tug the curls, and gives it right back to you by lowering the realistic tongue to your left nipple. You flinch, the surprisingly cold silicone model of a muscle flicks against your perky nub on Anakin’s command, and he’s commanding it to torture you to death. Relentless flicks of the toy against your nipple make you squirm again, wanting so badly to be good but you’d much rather ensure the toy was in constant contact with your chest.

It’s the perfect temperature, you run hot most days, and the brief sensation sends shivers from your head to your toes, just a hint of pleasure since Anakin stopped his own touching, sitting as still as a statue as he works the toy on you. He hooks his chin in your shoulder to gawk, transferring the device from one slick nipple to the other until both are so thoroughly coated that it drips onto your soft tummy.

“See, that feels good right, little one? There’s nothing to worry about, this is all we’ll do until it’s time for bed and then we’ll put these things away.”

You nod, whining like a spoiled noble family member now, pouting when he takes the tongue away from your nipple and throws it haphazardly over his shoulder. You cringe, wondering if the loud clang it yells into the concrete floor’s ears reached those in the shadows, you were trying to ignore them but now that there was a single moment of quiet there lecherous eavesdropping was all you could imagine.

A thick hand clamps around your chin and jerks you in the bearer’s direction, Master Skywalker clicks his tongue against his teeth, “They’re nothing to you, especially not right now. If you’d only let yourself go, they’d fade away entirely in your mind, I was trying to be easy on you but clearly you’re in need of something stronger if your head is still on the surface of this planet.”

Something stronger, being a large vibrator, 15 inches and a swirl of mint green and lavender, in the shape of a tentacle, every suction cup has the ability to well… suck. These are all things Anakin relays to you while rearranging your form to his liking, legs spread wide over his thighs, arms behind your back but not restrained, and after some lifting, your robes in a beige pile by the gaudy bed.

Master Skywalker can be merciful occasionally, he doesn’t force you to make eye contact as he lowers the vibrating toy to the altar between your legs. He also doesn’t comment on the pitiful whimper you let out, the vibrations haven’t even started, but you feel the force explode in pleasant-happy-power-trip blood orange. You drink up the calming waves he sends to you, wrapping them around your naked form like the comfiest and plushest blanket, the waves you offer to him in return are clingy little ripples in a pond. Needy repetition of hints to feelings that cannot leave this room alive.

He gets a glimpse of a fantasy, for a mere second before it vanishes out of view, a tantalizing and fascinating shooting star.

“No we can’t stop, you have to let it out.” You raise your hips up higher, face down ass up, your holes wink at him in intervals, angel wings flapping in the corner of his mind, like all the love he has for you will leak out into his cum and if he can just go that, then everything will be fine.

The vibrator doesn’t start at an easy to handle low frequency, your howling is drowned out by the intense humming of its second highest setting.

Your hips jolt, Anakin works the toy in slow circles over your clit, cooing when you jerk and squirm around. Your already throbbing clit is pulsing so hard it almost feels like a constant pain, but you’re so karkking wet that you push your hips up into his ministrations. You chase after the persistent buzzing with more determination than any of your meditation sessions, suddenly cumming on Master Skywalker’s lap is far more important to you than all the missions in the world. Blurry blobs with their ears to the structure around you shift to crumble beneath your increasingly loud cries.

Your pleasure snowballs, Anakin’s earlier attention to your nipples the mountain out of a molehill and his current fascination with your cunt the crashing wave threatening to envelop you in its fold. Like the ones Master Obi-Wan used to tell you about on Kamino, angry and dark cobalt blue, lapping at the ankles of the once elusive white buildings. It’s easy to split yourself into different pieces, assign each one to a part of nature because the force is telling you that your pleasure is as natural as grief and plant life and twin cotton candy pink to red suns and love and mistakes and giant bone dragons with pearls for landmark hearts.

The steady pulsing on your clit punches the gasps out of you, a steady stream of short-for-breath aimless chatter. You’re soaking Master Skywalker’s lap all the way down to the bed, if you mentioned them he’d probably tell you to leave how you ruined them. The smell and stain would only bring you greater protection from being found out, yet your stomach twists at the thought.

The force blooms violet with your fear, as if you’re deathly afraid of your own orgasm, lazy unenthusiastic rutting into your semi-firm mattress back in the dorm is nothing compared to actually touching yourself with the intent to cum. You just got too scared the first time you tried to slip your fingers in your tight snatch and frustratingly resigned yourself to never understanding what your peers go on and on about. Giggling into their portions of bland oatmeal and exchanging charged glances, hormones are far more powerful when they’re being repressed.

Master Obi-Wan had no trouble modestly applauding your emotional regulation skills, unlike his former padawan you had less trouble settling the wriggling bundle of your feelings in a see through boat and pushing it along the stream of starlight until it gave way and became one with the connecting tissue underneath.

“You’ll lose your voice at this rate, little one.” Anakin huns into your ear, his mech arm holding you so tight to his chest his ribs might crack open and swallow you whole. “You’re a better actress than I thought you’d be, unless all this whining and carrying on is genuine?”

You can’t even get a word out before he presses the vibe closer to your pussy, the swarm of tiny little mouths the orchestra and the largest one at the tip of the tentacle hugging your clit the conductor. Your breath hitches as you tremble and whine, a high pitched thing that pierces the air. Anakin grins, lips split wider than the length of the cruiser the council provided to get her, he moves the toy up and down between your folds. A fake cock warming itself in the snug hold of your pussy, sending little jolts of phantom electricity to fizz and sparkle on your tastebuds through your core up out your mouth.

“I’m- I’m not acting, Master. Kark! You’re- ngh- going to, um, y-you’re going too fast, Master, please.” You beg, throwing your head back on his shoulder and counting the dots that make up the constellations in your visions.

It’s too much pressure, Anakin plays with the silk fabric of your outfit like it’s something for his hands to do, like he’s not keeping a vibrator right on your clit and holding you down so you have no choice but to take it. You can’t help but think of the ways your real master would be different, he’d try his hardest and wait out the time the longest but would that stuffy old man end up performing this same brand of torture?

Not that Master Skywalker is much younger, from your position on his lap the signs are aging are right above your face. The cheek scar you learned months ago he’s had for decades The wrinkles, eyes, mouth, forehead, the permanent halfway tense halfway slack skin from all the stress he endured in the war, the ghosts living in his irises, his weathered hands splayed out burning hot steam to the touch on your belly. Right above your womb, he could just dig in and sink his fingers metal and skin knuckle deep.

“Aren’t you adorable? You’ve been taking it so far, you haven’t fallen yet, little star, I bet you can keep going. Stop rushing this, just relax and feel these hungry mouths coaxing you to splash against them, settle into their demanding chants.” Anakin soothes, unhurriedly dragging his blunt nails over your love handles, “I would say this body is wasted on those arid robes, on the Jedi Order, you’d be such a beautiful dancer like you were after dinner, but Obi-Wan would kill me if he found out.”

The dinner with the nobles, the party afterwards, the target had his lizard tongue hanging from his mouth when he asked you and the other “accessories” to put on a show. The force twirled in displeased crimson skies then.

You don’t insult Master Skywalker’s intelligence out loud, but you both plainly speak frequently to the same word of the day calendar.

You want to give him one of your arms, unholster your lightsaber and sever the flesh from your spirit. He wouldn’t be able to use it and you wouldn’t ask him too, he can just have it, so he can understand how alike you are, to know that you too will always wander around with a missing part of you. But how can it be truly missing if you gave it willingly? Master Obi-Wan can have your lonely other, in a fiery pyrrhic instant you are pure force and limbless.

You’d roll the turquoise pendant of the necklace he’d bring you, a souvenir from a stubborn vendor on an outer rim planet, in the lines on your palm like it’s one of his eyes.

Anakin suffocates the vibe in your pussy and doesn’t let the suction cups breathe until you’ve spontaneously combusted, before you can say knife

“It’s not funny, I really didn’t like it, Master.” You liked it too much, the flickers of yellow embers in his eyes, his grip so tight on your chub that you pictured him with sharp black claws, shacking up with a man you barely know but at the same time are too close to.

You used to fall asleep recounting the details of Anakin’s life and accomplishments, each tidbit represented a sheep for you, the biggest punishment to you back then meant being banned from the archives or blocked from news sites on the holonet.

You studied the man whose shadow you would wear over your robes like a shawl, until you were convinced you could jet set off to Tatooine and be able to point out which patches of sand his feet had tread upon. You just never once stopped to consider that he was doing the same with you, what kind of sun bothers himself with the comings and goings of a dead star so far away from their incinerating orbit.

“I don’t like that you like when i’m scared, it makes me feel… sick.” You could cum so hard you’d fall off the temple roof into Coruscant’s lower levels, be one of the ghosts wandering throughout the dreary gray tunnels but instead be moaning for cock that’d still be alive.

“I’ll hold your hair back and nurse you back to health, I’m in for it if I give old man Obi another padawan death scare.” He wiggles the digits of his mechanical arm sardonically, he knows what you mean but he also knows that you don’t mean it so he gives you the same amount of humor he sensed in your mutterings.

Master Skywalker is appreciated for his ability to be both tremendously serious on the battlefield and lighthearted with his colleagues, Anakin loves to tease shy early 20 somethings who volunteer him to be the replacement caretaker for their own master. He tosses and turns that night, not because of the impending result of the mission, all he’ll say in his husky morning voice is that he had a bad dream. You should make a break for the cruiser after embarrassingly exchanging pleasantries, Master Obi-Wan and the rest of the temple are expecting you home before your scheduled progress testing sparring session.

For now, the vibrator’s highest setting will be the instrument, the conduit to the music your moans create, interwoven with Anakin’s hot musk. Oil and dirty water.

[lazycats-stuff]

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

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

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

Warnings:

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

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

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

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

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

There he met his now boyfriend Bruce Wayne.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But nothing is ever perfect and nothing lasts forever.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lcdrarry]

LCDrarry 2024 Master List Part 2: More Fic

Dear lovely Participants, Creators, Alpha and Beta Readers, Cheerleaders, Readers and Fans of this fest,

The 6th installment of LCDrarry has come to an end, and we'd like to thank you all for taking part in this fest, for creating so many amazing new Drarry works for us all to enjoy, for commenting on your favourite creations, for sharing and recommending the LCDrarry gems with and to your friends and blog followers, and for making this fest another amazing experience for everybody!

Fests would not exist without their participants or readers! You're all amazing! And we're so happy that you chose this fest in the vast and wonderful offerings of HP and Drarry events.

You can find out under the cut who created what ;D

~Your LCDrarry Mods Tami (@celilasart) and Suzi (@erin-riwen)

PS: Please have a look at the author notes and tags on AO3 for additional information and more detailed warnings. Thank you! PPS: You can find a link to Part 1 of this Master List under the cut. Enjoy!

Part 1 of this Master List with all the lovely podfics, art and more fics can be found here.

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More Fic

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If The Boxers Fit (A Cinderella Story)

Prompt: "100 Girls", 2000 Author: lettersbyelise Word Count: 8,360 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary: When Draco ends up shagging a hot, mysterious stranger in a broken Ministry lift and is left with nothing but a sexy pair of red boxers to remember them by, Draco’s friends go sleuthing.

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surviving the mist

Prompt: "The Mist", 2017, TV Show Author: gnarf Word Count: 7,153 words Rating: Mature Warnings: one homophobic slur, Uncanny Valley, Blood, Trauma Bonding, mentions of past starvation, hinted at child abuse, Torture (off screen), Post-War, Minor pining, Clueless Harry Potter, Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed, involuntary housemates, Inspired by The Mist - Stephen King, LCDrarry 2024

Summary: Everything was perfect for Harry, until Draco moved into the cottage next door. He thought that Draco Malfoy being his neighbour was the worst that could happen to him. Until the outside world got turned into a death zone. Trapped by a mysterious fog, Harry and Draco have to try and get along while surviving the nightmares hiding outside, waiting, luring...

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Listening to the Manor

Prompt: "Spirited Away", 2001, Hayao Miyazaki Author: meandminniemcg Word Count: 11,183 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Summary: When Dudley gets turned into a bird on a roadtrip, Harry has to save his cousin. He meets a mysterious blond man and a sentient manor house that needs his help. But first he has to do his new job at the Magical Creature spa, the only reason he can stay...

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Twin Blades

Prompt: “Star Wars: Episode III - Revenge of the Sith”, 2005, George Lucas Author: lucio Word Count: 3,525 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: lightsaber combat, nightmares

Summary: Harry advances a few steps toward Draco, who doesn’t move, only watches him approach with narrowed eyes. “If you’re so sure the Jedi have no power, duel me. If you win, your master will be proud of you.” Draco’s eyes glitter. “And if you win?” “We’ll find out, won’t we?” Harry raises his lightsaber, readies himself. “Come on.” Without another word, Draco lunges at him.

Or, a Drarry-flavored reskin of the battle on Mustafar.

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Hope Is A Thing With Feathers

Prompt: "Thelma and Louise", 1991, Ridley Scott Author: Stillwriting Word Count: 33,335 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator chose not to use Archive Warnings

Summary: Harry is disillusioned with the Aurors, his relationship with Ginny, and is tired of all the hero worship but feels trapped. Draco, still hated by the Wizarding world, decides to get away and shares his plan with Harry, his only friend. Harry jumps at the chance to go with him.

They share in the freedom of their adventure, but things don’t go according to plan. Amidst their misfortunes, they discover new talents, courage in the face of tragedy, and above all, love.

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Slipping through my fingers all the time

Prompt: "Mamma Mia", 2008, Phyllida Lloyd Author: TheGoblinMatriarch Word Count: 11,378 words Rating: Teen and Up Warnings: sex while on drugs, drinking

Summary: Recently-divorced Harry returns to Serenity Commune, site of his wildest youthful romps and the beginning of his recovery from trauma, to get out of a rut (and because Hermione made him). Unfortunately, sex, drugs, and dancing aren't all that await - he'll have to confront his past and what life might have been.

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Romancing the Dragon

Prompt: "Romancing the Stone", 1984, Robert Zemeckis Author: jtimu Word Count: 34,382 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Action movie typical violence

Summary: Harry Potter writes romance novels from the comfort of his London townhouse, with the assistance of his beloved cat, Juliet. He does not engage in rescue missions, talk to dragons, or develop feelings for Draco Malfoy. That would be absurd.

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first, she fell

Prompt: "Anatomy of a Fall", 2023, Justine Triet Author: luminae Word Count: 1,648 words Rating: Mature Warnings: angst, referenced character death, open ending, referenced adultery, speculated murder

Summary: Harry's wife is dead. No one knows quite what that means.

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Caribou Garden

Prompt: Nature Documentaries (genre, any year) Author: CreepingMyrtle Word Count: 2,641 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Alone with his swotty, posh, nemesis-turned-colleague on an uninhabited island in the far north, cinematographer Harry Potter grapples with his inconvenient crush. A nature documentary-inspired fic with magical caribou migrations, dramatic landscapes, and only one tent.

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Leap Year

Prompt: "Leap Year", 2010, Anand Tucker Author: youhavemyswordandmybow Word Count: 29,064 words Rating: Mature Warnings: None apply.

Summary: Draco Malfoy has come a long way. He has a successful business and a muggle-born high-flyer boyfriend.

One tiny thing - it's been four years and he has no ring. No matter, he'll take things into his own hands. Feb 29th is an Irish muggle tradition that he'll happily jump on. Archie (boyfriend) is in Ireland - he'll simply portkey over and pop the question.

One (LARGE) problem. The portkey office messed up and he's landed outside Harry Potter's pub.

The same Harry Potter that hasn't been seen for ten years.

*Big sigh.*

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Runaway Groom

Prompt: "Runaway Bride," 1999, Garry Marshall Author: skotini Word Count: 30,044 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: Arranged marriage (not between Harry and Draco), Infidelity if you squint (not between Harry and Draco)

Summary: OK, so Draco's feeling so nervous about his upcoming wedding to his fiancée Astoria Greengrass that he could faint. That's one of the pitfalls of an arranged marriage, right? Just because he's run out of his past three weddings, doesn't mean this one won't go ahead. He just has to keep his eyes on the finishing line, and ignore the sudden reappearance of Harry Potter, who seems to be determined to turn his world upside down. Again.

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we were born to be national treasures

Prompt: "Legally Blonde", 2001, Robert Luketic Author: calledityellow Word Count: 4,979 words Rating: General Audiences Warnings: There is nothing triggering in the work, although it does heavily rely on the subject of needing academic validation as a woman in a patriarchal society.

Summary: Danica Malfoy is determined to study law and move forward in life. But is anything really ever that simple?

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The Potters: Possessed Case

Prompt: "The Conjuring", 2013, James Wan Author: Nelween Word Count: 12,039 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Horror, blood, vomiting, mention of suicide, possession, exorcism

Summary: After a lecture, Harry and Draco meet a frightened woman, telling them that her entire family is scared to death of their new house.

But Harry and Draco wanted to take a break after a traumatising case. Maybe it's just natural causes and the house isn't haunted, right?

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By the Book

Prompt: "The Proposal", 2009, Anne Fletcher Author: Olena Word Count: 14,586 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: It’s hard being Draco Malfoy: workaholic publishing professional extraordinaire. Between revolutionizing the Wizarding World and fighting with Harry Potter, his chief of staff, it makes sense Draco forgot to check his mother filed some paperwork. Oops. Easy enough to avoid deportation by saying he’s engaged to said manager.

Too bad that plan involves visiting Ottery St Catchpole, a gaggle of redheads, and defrauding the government.

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this strange effect

Prompt: "Killing Eve" (2018 - 2022) Author: harDeehar Word Count: 30,670 words Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Violence, Blood and Injury, Assassinations, Killing Eve AU, Murder, Light Poisoning, Obsessive Behavior, Reference to past addiction issues, Presents

Summary: Harry hated his job, his cousin, and his inability to figure out how to fit into the boring, depressing world around him. He kept his peace until Draco Malfoy turned out to not be dead like Harry thought he was. Deadly, though? Harry was going to figure that out.

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The Heart of the Heart

Prompt: "Howl's Moving Castle", 2004, Hayao Miyazaki Author: Poljupci Word Count: 52,775 words Rating: Teen and up Warnings: None

Summary: Harry Potter’s boring routine comes crumbling down when he takes the wrong shortcut at the wrong time; he almost ends up in a brawl, gets rescued by a handsome stranger, successfully escapes sentient tar, learns to walk on air and then becomes victim to a spiteful, petty and undeserved ageing curse - and all that within a single afternoon! Now transformed into an old man, Harry decides to run away in search of a way to reverse the spell, but the path is precarious and the journey long. As he's trying to make his way through magic and treachery, danger and deceit, it's becoming abundantly clear that something more is hidden behind petty magic - something deeper and more valuable and connected all too thoroughly to what may only be classified as love.

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End of Beginnings

Prompt: "All of Us Strangers", 2023, Andrew Haigh Author: LouisIsSoGolden Word Count: 5,324 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Canonical Character Death

Summary: As Harry and Draco start developing a relationship, Harry finds himself drawn back to the Potter house in Godric's Hollow, where his parents appear to be living just as they were on the day they died.

Based on the movie All of Us Strangers (2023) though you don't have to have seen it to understand the fic.

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Love Will Abide

Prompt: "The Last of Us", Episode 3: "Long, Long Time", 2023 Author: dodgerkedavra Word Count: 39,547 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Major Character Death, Suicide

Summary: Harry and Draco survive the apocalypse. This is what happens after.

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Theme and Variations

Prompt: "Rush", 2013, Ron Howard Author: lucifergraced Word Count: 24,890 words Rating: Mature Warnings: brief mentions of (canonical) child abuse

Summary: Draco had fucked him over, yet again. Harry was sick of it.

With music swelling from the orchestra below, lights beating down on him hard enough to break a sweat before the first variation, the audience rapt with attention, this should have been the greatest moment of Harry’s life. But it wasn’t. Of course Draco fucking Malfoy had to ruin this for him too.

Harry took a shaking breath and began to dance.

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Happiness Seems to be Loneliness

Prompt: "Saltburn", 2023, Emerald Fennell Author: newskyillusion Word Count: 29,811 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Unhinged Harry Potter, Dark Harry Potter, Obsessive Harry Potter, Character Death, Animal Death, Fat Shaming, Minor Character Death, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Inspired by Saltburn (2023), References to Frankenstein, Necrophilia, Off-scene suicide (mentioned)

Summary: Fucking Pansy was like fucking a fish. or Drarry meets Saltburn

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Count On Me

Prompt: "Put Your Head On My Shoulder", 2019, Netflix Author: Shewhxmustnxtbenamed Word Count: 23,044 words Rating: General Audiences Warnings: fake dating, forced cohabitation

Summary: University students Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy run into each other one day. Literally. On bikes. After that, they can't get away from each other, no matter how hard they try. And then, it seems, they might not want to. Based heavily on the C-Drama "Put Your Head On My Shoulder" on Netflix.

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[bearw-me]

Sense it's may the 4th can I request the hazbin crew reacting to teen reader celebrating star wars and explaining to them what star wars is sense I think most of them wouldn't know about it.

yess i can! and sorry if these don't live up to expectations! i've watched the movies but im not totally involved in the fandom!

𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐁𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 — 𝐇𝐚𝐳𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬!

𐐒 ft : gender neutral! teen! reader, charlie morningstar, vaggie, alastor, nifty, angel dust, sir pentious, husk 𐐒 cw : fluff 𐐒 summary : you are showing the hazbin crew what star wars is no matter the cost + and their reactions 𐐒 note : ITS STILL may the 4th where i am! this counts!

Charlie Morningstar! Loves your enthusiasm so much she decides to watch the movies with you until she falls asleep. Makes popcorn for the two of you! I think she'd be pretty clueless though, as the princess of hell who's never been exposed to that kind of pop culture.

"Oh my goshh! Star wars!"

. . .

"What is that?"

She's got a good attitude about learning through you

Vaggie! Sits with you and Charlie, and although she has no idea what you are talking about (her being an angel and all and having no contact with Earth), everything you say to her just kind of floats through one ear and out the other.

GETS HEATED and physically mad when the storm troopers miss. every. shot. they. take.

likes she's cursing in spanish type of mad

likes bloopers (like when that one storm trooper hits his head on the door)

Alastor! Hates the television, so you'll have to explain everything to him through other means, even if that means him listening to you tell him the whole thing.

honestly, i think he'd be the most uninterested in the plot if it couldn't be explained well.

i think he'd actually like looking at the comics if you showed them to him "Well look at this fellow! Aren't they all charmingly misshapen!" when you show him aliens like Jabba, or Jar Jar.

likes the 'epic saga; between armadas and armies, jedi and sith. . . like he's smiling with his eyes narrowed and nodding as you point out everything that's happening.

Nifty! Retains NOTHING you are saying, she is just kind of staring through your soul. So when you put the movies on in the lobby she actually moves and watches while she dusts.

subconsciously retains the information and names some of her roaches after the characters.

she stops cleaning to just sit front and center in front of the tv.

LOVES the violence and fight scenes, especially when people get cut by a light saber.

asks you for pictures of the characters that she keeps crumbled into her apron (she adores darth vader)

always plops down onto a pillow in front of the tv whenever boba fett + anakin skywalker are on screen

WOULD LOVE to kill a storm trooper herself

Angel Dust! Like Charlie, I think Angel would be the best person to hear you out about star wars. I think he'd be a major geek with you, even acting out a few scenes and letting you win. He see's you like his sibling, so he enjoys your company. Why wouldn't he love doing something that you love?

loves the clothing in the movies, especially the queen of naboo's makeup. "And the hairr!"

loves the romances and sci-fi fantasy part of it

expect him to have ideas

Sir Pentious! I think out of all the people in the hotel he'd LOVE star wars. From watching the movies with you in the hotel's lobby to asking you a TON of questions! Like everything you know about star wars, he has to know too!

"I like thiss 'Sstar Warss'"

has to know everything and has his own fan theories

probably cried while he watched padme + anakin's love story. right up to the end

(he tries hard to identify with anakin)

he'll probably celebrate may 4th right along with you, t-shirt, movie cup, all his wrecked up merch in his hands just to watch the movies with you

tries to recreate all the gadgets and light saber's he see's without success. . . YET

Husk! Doesn't get it. He listens to you sure, while your sat at his bar counter and explaining everything to him about the plot and the characters. He asks a ton of questions, but it is sort of like explaining it to your dad.

He'll lean over the bar and ask you about plot holes, and when you answer back excitedly he kind of sighs to himself "Why is he getting so worked up on the plot anyway?"

like why is he forming an opinion now?

likes when you talk about it though, your enthusiasm is a little contagious

is 'subtly' watching the movies from behind you, turning away to wash some glasses when you stare over at him

[prettybillycore]

New Fic Thoughts

Here's the information on my newest fic project! I have a poll listed below on how you guys think I should post it... let me know <3

You’re My Only Hope

Pairing(s): Peter Parker x Organa!Reader, Minor Han Solo x Leia Organa, 

Minor Finn x Poe Dameron, Minor Rey Skywalker x Ben Solo, Minor Padme Amidala x Anakin Skywalker 

Universe(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe + Star Wars Extended Universe

Summary: All hope relies on Y/n, a resistance spy undercover as a Sith apprentice studying under her older brother, Kylo Ren. When pilot Poe Dameron compromises her position, she goes on the run from the First Order. She thinks that hope is lost until she is gifted a green stone with great power by none other than her Uncle, Luke Skywalker. She takes this power and runs with it, almost too far, causing her to cross paths with Peter Parker. Can she save her universe and Peter’s with the time stone at her fingertips, or will she be corrupted by the power brought forth by such a powerful gift? 

Rating: Teen

[kingdomvel]

13 books

What’s up readers?! How about a little show and tell? Answer these 13 questions, tag 13 lucky readers and if you’re feeling extra bookish add a shelfie! Let’s Go!

Thank you thank you to @sky-kenobye for the tag and I'm terribly sorry for taking so long to do this

1) The Last book I read:

Last book I finished is Dune Messiah

2) A book I recommend:

Can I recommend Dune when I've not read all of them? Because that. Also The Locked Tomb series by Tamsyn Muir. Go read them now. They changed my world.

(Also, and extra I'm never sure if I recommend or not: Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart, it was definitely a read, it took me a while to recover from it)

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

This is most of my books tbh, but let's say The Magus by John Fowles, I Really really needed to know what was going on there. (Also The locked Tomb but I can't write that as an answer to everything)

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

I haven't read something more than once in a really long time, so probably books I read when I was a teen. I know I've read Memorias de Idhún by Laura Gallego or Rubinrot by Kerstin Gier at least three times each. (I am also planning on re reading The Locked Tomb as soon as they announce Alecto, I am not normal about these books)

5) A book on my TBR:

A LOT, I want to read the Thrawn books and the Revenge of the Sith novelization. I gave up a bit on finding the Thrawn books and bought the comic for the first one but I still want the books dammit! Also the rest of the Dune books.

In my physical TBR pile in my room I have The Atlas Six and Long Way Round. (The pile is finally a bit smaller after buying like 7 books in Scotland back in april and then not reading them and buying more)

6) A book I’ve put down:

If I'm honest I hardly put down books and if I do it's because they are so plain I just forget about them instantly. Let's say The husky and his white cat shizun because I have forgotten to take it off my currently reading in goodreads.

7) A book on my wish list:

Again, the Revenge of the Sith novelization and, anything in my tbr? Also the Taschen COMPLETE fashion history.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

This has to be Las Crónicas de la Torre by Laura Gallego. Really shaped my taste as a person. Anything from that author really. I also loved El pirata Garrapata as a child.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

THE LOCKED TO- jk. I don't know really. I'm a person that loves sharing what I like so I lend my friends a lot of books. Let's go with some of my books that my friends currently have: This is how you lose the time war by Amal El-Mohtar and Alex Gladstone, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell (my friend has had this for like 4 years now lmao) and The Collector by John Fowles

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own:

I am not a poetry enjoyer so I don't consciously own any poetry books, but I probably have some around from when I needed them for High School? By Spanish authors of course.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

I do not really read nonfiction, we can put here the illustration books I own, Long Way Round, and The girl with the seven names by Hyeonseo Lee (a woman writing about her experiences in North Korea and running away from there)

12) What are you currently reading:

I am finishing Children of Dune and She Who Became The Sun by Shelley Parker-Chan (yes, two at the same time because I only had like 50 pages left of Dune when I left on a trip and I didn't have space for two books and would have finished Dune in the first plane ride leaving me with nothing to read the rest of the trip. No, I couldn't buy God emperor of dune in scotland and leave children of dune with my sister I don't know what you are talking about)

13) What are you planning on reading next?

God Emperor of Dune, of course, and He Who Drowned the World (and The Atlas Six that has been in my room for months now)

I am honestly so late for this that I don't know who has done it already so I'm just gonna tag people and if you've done it I'm sorry, ignore this and send me the link heh

@heretolurkandnothingmore @tomicaleto @grapenehifics @heniareth @tideswept @somethingsteff

[skylariumrose]

Codywan BigBang Preview

Hey y’all! Coming in right at the end to share this preview because my team is fun like that 😉.

Repair, Not Repeat

By: Skylarium_Rose at AO3

Lovely artists: kbirb & IonFusion

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Word Count: 60k

Pairing(s): CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padmé Amidala/CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo/Anakin Skywalker

Tags/Major Warning(s): Universe Alteration, Service Animal Boga the Varactyl, Alternate Universe - No Jedi, Alternate Universe - No Sith, Post-War, Mutual Pining, Miscommunication, Developing Relationship, Animals (Star Wars), Zillo Beast Species (Star Wars), Godzilla (Legendary | MonsterVerse) - Freeform, Kaiju (Pacific Rim), Kaiju (Godzilla | Toho) / Anxiety Disorder, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, References to illegal animal trade, References to animals injured by people

Posting date: April 2, 2023

Summary:

A year after the conclusion of the Serreno Splinter Wars, Marshal Commander Cody Fett continues his service to the Greater Republic for Mandalore. Yet, it was slowly cutting him to ribbons, his plans to remain a military man for life are being challenged.

Eventually pushed to take vacation by the brass and a chance check-in Cody finds himself in the last place he expected — An animal conservatory and rehabilitation system. Cody finds his time there unexpectedly healing and finds himself growing fond of the gorgeous Dr. Obi-Wan Kenobi, Director of Wildlife Rehabilitation for the JEDI Conservator Intuition. A fondness that he's sure is returned.

It all seems too good to be true, and he's right. The peace he hoped for here is rapidly turning into a mystery as endangered and threatened species begin to disappear from their supposedly safe habitats.

Coming Soon

Stellar artwork by IonFusion:

Read by kbirb:

Snippet:

“She’s beautiful.” He whispers, reaching up to scratch under her chin like he had, applying the right pressure instantly.

Interesting.

“She really is,” Obi-Wan agrees as he walks closer to the Mandalorian, studying him, “I’m sure she’s annoyed with some of my grooming, but I just want her to be her healthiest.”

“Well they always say owners like their pets to match so I’m not surprised.”

The noise that escapes him is competing to be a scoff or a huff, the only thing agreeable is the fact it is one of amusement. Cody’s eyes cut to him, a sly smirk lifting at his lips, before using both hands to give Boga more scritches.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” Speaking to her in a conspiratorial whisper, “He makes sure your scales shine and your mane is the fairest in the land because he likes to be all prim and proper too. You have to be a matching set to shame everyone else.”

“It’s good hygiene to — ”

ROOP!

Whipping around, Obi-Wan watches betrayal in the highest order as Boga’s feathers puff out at an angle, tail wagging, and leans more into Cody’s touch, eyes closed in bliss.

“That means I’m right.” Cody states smoothly, expression full of superiority and eyes half-lidded in playfulness.

[verybadatwriting]

The Cyborg's Apprentice

Summary: The young force sensitive underling of General Grievous is left lying in the muck when he retreats from Saleucami.

Warnings: Injuries, self harm, mentions of torture, in-world slur (clanker) and cursing (kriff):

Notes: Ok look I know Grievous wouldn’t have an apprentice for many reasons (#1, he’s not a sith) but I don't care.

Part 1.5 and Part 2 here!

Gn!reader, teen!reader, Sith!reader

Word count: 2,876

General Grievous, you, and the last few droids were waiting for your ship to soar overhead so you could escape. You and your general were equipped with grappling hooks, so getting out should be easy. Sure, you’d lose any foothold you hoped to get on Saleucami, and the miniscule number of droids left, but you’d live to fight another day.

The ship circled around, and your general launched his grappling hook up to the ship. It latched on perfectly, and he was lifted off the ground.

You weren’t so lucky. A blaster bolt had rammed into your shoulder and knocked you into the muck right as you were meant to launch the hook. The pain was so intense, it completely threw off your aim, the hook landed in the mud a few feet away, and you dropped your lightsaber.

Before you could think, a Jedi yanked your arms together and handcuffed you. He pulled you up by your shoulders so you were sitting upright in the muck. You winced at the touch.

“Kix,” The Jedi said, waving over a soldier, “They seem to be injured.” 

“I’ll take a look.” The soldier – presumably named Kix– was crouched down next to you, his helmeted head just a foot away. He was starting to peel back the torn sleeve of your shirt to examine the wound when you headbutted him, jumped to your feet and started to sprint.

The Jedi calmly pushed a button on a remote and a wave of electricity coursed through you, knocking you to the ground.

“I thought they might try to do that.” He said to the soldier beside him.

“Should I sedate them now,” Kix  asked, “Or wait till they headbutt me again?” The Jedi nodded to give permission, and Kix injected something into your neck. The world went fuzzy, then dark as you felt someone pick you up.

You smelled the world before you saw it again. The sterile scent of a medbay flooded your nostrils. Slowly you opened your eyes, and took in your surroundings. Bright lights, white walls, boxes of bacta patches and other medical supplies. 

You were still wearing your CIS robes, minus the saber, outermost cloak, and comms. You assumed the Jedi had taken your lightsaber, but the other two could be anywhere. Destroyed, even. 

Your right arm was in a sling across your chest, while your left was chained to the cot you were lying on.

You started to sit up, then noticed the soldier in the corner of the room. It was the one you’d headbutted earlier. He noticed you were awake, said something into his comm, then crossed the room towards you. He started to help you sit up, but you shoved him off. 

“I’ll do it myself.” You said.

“Okay then,” He shrugged. “General Kenobi will be here in a moment to speak with you. I’m just here to make sure you don’t try anything.”

You seated yourself cross-legged on the cot. The soldier stood next to you a moment longer, then removed his helmet. He had patterns of lighting on his head and lettering across his temple, but strangest of all, he was made of skin and bone, not metal as you had expected. You stifled your surprise. You’d never seen one of the Jedi’s soldiers without their helmets on.

“You’re a human.” You observed, keeping your voice monotone and uninterested.

“Of course,” said Kix, “What else would I be?”

“The soldiers in my command are droids,” You shrugged, “I assumed the Republic was the same.”

At that moment you sensed people approaching, and you turned just as the door opened to let in General Kenobi accompanied by a Togruta girl and a few clones with orange accents to their armor. Secured to Kenobi’s belt was your saber. Its intricate handle glinted in the lights, and you felt immense anger that Kenobi would have the gall to flaunt it in front of you.

You’d heard quite a bit about Kenobi, and had seen him many times before this, since Grievous was the one training you.

“Here to return my saber?” You asked.

“No,” Kenobi shook his head, “You’re not getting this back anytime soon. We’re here to escort you to your cell, if Kix clears you.” He glanced at the medic.

“They’ll be fine,” He said, “The shot didn’t hit anything important, but it’ll be a while before they can use their arm again.”

“Darn it.” You joked, “How am I gonna escape one-armed?”

“You’re not,” One of the orange-clad clones said, clamping a metal ring around your forearm. “This is a shock ring. If you try to take us out, run, or do anything besides walk to your cell, I will zap you. Additionally, this ship is currently in hyperspace, so unless you plan on breaking into the bridge, you have no chance of getting out of here.”

“Cody,” Kenobi said, “I think they get it. Let’s go.”

A few minutes into the walk, you passed a room full of strange equipment. Weights arranged above beds, probably used to press prisoners for hours on end. Huge racks full of round disks, long metal chords connected to chairs, and many more completely unidentifiable pieces of equipment.

“No matter which one of those horrible machines you use,” You nodded to the room, “I won’t give up information. Grievous trained me well.”

Kenobi looked confused for a second.

“First off,” He said, “That’s a gym. Second, we won’t torture you.”

“Why won’t you?” You asked, like it defied all logic.

“You’re a child.”

“So is she.” You nodded to the Togruta. “If I captured her I’d do whatever it took to get the information I needed.” Her eyes widened slightly, but Kenobi spoke to her.

“It’s okay Ahsoka, they can’t do anything to you. Not right now, at least.”

The rest of the walk was silent. You were finally deposited in your cell, and a ray shield created a wall between you and your captors. They exchanged a few words with each other, and Ahsoka was tasked with keeping an eye on you.

She pulled up a chair to the flickering red barrier between the two of you and sat, twirling the control for your shock bracelet between her fingers. Your robe was tossed in the chair next to her, along with your comms. They weren’t destroyed after all. That meant… 

“So.” She said after a minute. “What’s it like being evil?”

“How would I know?”

“You’re a Separatist.”

“And…?” You said, “What does that have to do with being evil?”

“Everything. You guys started this whole war!”

“We started to break away because of your government’s favoritism towards Core Worlds, ridiculously high taxes, and maladministration. Since then, we have taken in countless planets that the Republic neglected to even feed.” 

“But you mow down our soldiers like they’re nothing.”

“We’re not the ones who created an army of living beings to fight our battles for us. The Republic did that. We have no choice but to fight back.”

“You literally harness the power of the Dark Side!”

“It’s just an alternate style of force-wielding than the one you’re used to," you sighed. "It allows for more emotion.”

“If it allows so much emotion,” Ahsoka shot back, “Why aren’t you getting angry?”

“It’s not worth it.” You said. “I know I can’t convince you to change, and I’ll be gone soon anyway. On top of that, my General will probably kill you while tearing this ship apart.”

“... What?”

“You heard me right.” A smile spread across your face. “Grievous is on his way.” At that moment the whole ship jostled like it was falling out of hyperspace. An impact rocked the ship, and an alarm started going off. Ahsoka turned and started to run as someone sent orders out over the comms.

“Bye ‘Soka!” You called after her. “I’m sure you’ll put up a good fight.” 

You stayed in your cell, peacefully meditating as alarms blared and people sprinted through the halls. Eventually, blaster fire sounded in the adjacent halls, getting closer and closer. 

Your general turned round the corner, wielding his usual assortment of blades, plus a familiar red one. When he saw you, he slashed the control panel, disabling the rayshield keeping you confined, and tossed you your saber.

“Thank you.” You said, picking up your robe and comms from the chair. You tapped them, but they were dead. “Did you finally kill Kenobi?”

“I would have,” Grievous said angrily, “If I hadn’t had to come and rescue my worthless apprentice.” Taking the hint, you stopped talking and followed him through the halls, over bodies of clones, and to the entrance of his ship.

Once you jumped aboard, the airlock sealed, it detached from the Republic ship, and jumped through hyperspace. Shortly after boarding, Grievous called you to meet with him. 

“General,” You said, entering the room, and immediately kneeling on one leg to show respect. Your eyes stayed locked onto the floor, you didn't dare look up. Your face betrayed no emotion. He let out a long exasperated sigh.

“How could you be so easily captured?” He shook his head. “At least tell me you gained some sort of useful information from this.”

“No, sir. I did not.”

“BAH!” Grievous swung his arm and knocked the contents of his table to the floor. “Of course you didn’t. I should have lowered my expectations…”

“Sir, if I may ask, how did you find me? They disabled my comms.”

“I knew sooner or later you would be captured,” He said, the consonants grating on your ears as they always did. “I implanted a tracker chip in the back of your neck, below the skin.” Your eyes widened at this information, and at the lack of trust Grievous had for you, but you quickly returned your face to neutral.

Another moment passed. Grievous paced back and forth, occasionally muttering to himself about how much of a disappointment you were. 

“Is there a reason you’re still here?” He spat.

“Yes, sir,” You said, “Are you aware that the soldiers the Republic sends out to fight us are not droids, but rather living beings?”

“What kind of a question is that?” Yelled Grievous, “Of course I am! I have killed countless clones, how would I not know they were humans?” Suddenly he narrowed his eyes at you. 

“Learning this did not sway your loyalty, did it?”

“No, General.”

“Good,” He hissed. “Now get out of here.”

On the battlefield, you and Ahsoka crossed paths more and more often. Once, you got into a one-on-one battle, and you were mopping the floor with her, until her master Anakin jumped in at the last second. He fought with a rage you’d only ever seen from Grievous and Dooku before. 

It shook you deeply to see a Jedi lose his cool this much, but you appreciated his loyalty and protection over his padawan. Grievous, in contrast, never wanted an apprentice, and he made that clear to you. He often remarked that you were more stupid than a battle droid.

Really, he never should have had an apprentice. Not only did his personality conflict with the responsibility, he wasn’t even force-sensitive! Your force training consisted of teaching yourself from the texts and scrolls that he simply passed along to you. You were fairly sure he didn’t even read them, and Dooku just gave them to him.

Your lightsaber training was unorthodox as well, as it consisted of you independently studying even more writings on the forms, and a lot of sparring with Grievous. Even when you improved, he seemed keen to remind you he was leagues better with the blade, never letting you get the upper hand when you sparred.

Despite all of this, you were insanely lucky that Grievous was tasked with training you, instead of one of the Sith. Unlike them, he couldn’t read your mind, and see the secret doubts that festered there. 

Many small things about the CIS stuck out to you, especially after your brief abduction. The way Grievous spoke down to you, the hostility that everyone–including you–exuded, the small manipulations to get your way, how you never felt safe, and countless other negative aspects. Of course, the Republic was still the enemy. They’d left planets to die, and unfairly taxed and manipulated its members. 

They are the evil ones. Not the CIS, not you. Them, The Republic.

But sometimes, when you’re alone, trying to sleep and failing, you wonder if that’s the truth, or just what you tell yourself.

As you stalked the halls, flanked by a handful of idiotic droids, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander to the pictures carved in the stone walls. Vines hung down many of them, and moss crawled up others, and still the stories they told were nearly mesmerizing. 

A sudden clank pulled you back to the present. You rolled your eyes, another battle droid slipped on the wet moss.

“I told you to be careful, E-12.” You said while pulling E-12 back up to its feet using the force. 

“Waaoh!” E-12 said. Its actual designation was E4-312, but you’d shortened it for efficiency’s sake. It then lost its footing again, and slammed into the droid in front of it.

“Hey! Watch it.” The droid shrieked.

“Stupid kriffing clankers.” You muttered, cracking a small smile, and continued on your way. If slapstick humor was more your style, you might have enjoyed working with these droids. You turned your attention back to your mission, securing the half- destroyed temple. 

Grievous told you that an ancient relic was stored there, and the Jedi Council had a special interest in it. It was your job to stop them from retrieving it, even if that meant bringing what remained of the temple crashing down around you. 

You rounded a seemingly quiet corner, only to come face to face with Ahsoka and a slew of clones. 

You knew you and Grevious combined had more than enough droids to outnumber them. You ducked behind a portion of crumbled wall as the clones and droids started exchanging blaster bolts, and hailed your general.

“General?” You said into your comm, “They’re in the South Wing.”

“--Will — – – -soon — busy.” You heard, just barely able to make out those few words over the sound of blasters firing on your end and his. Sighing, you stood up, spinning your crimson blade in front of you to act as a shield. Ahsoka mirroried you, and she too stood, resulting in a temporary ceasefire where even lightsabers turned off. 

Silence fell, the two of you simply stared at each other, standing mere feet apart. Dust swirled in the air, catching the light coming from the exit far to your right. Your eyes landed on a package on Ahsoka’s back.

“Tano,” You began, “Just give me the artifact. It’ll be easier this way.”

“Over my dead body.” She replied.

“I don’t want to do this.” You ignited your blade, internally screaming at yourself.

“Don’t worry,” Ahsoka’s sabers light up, “I won’t make it easy.” 

A flash of red flew through the air, and half the combatants dropped to the ground in pieces. Your lightsaber returned to your hand, held in front of you, and yet the clones remained untouched. A pile of wires and metal lay where your droids had stood one moment before. One single bolt rolled to a stop by Ahsoka.

“What?” She asked.

“Go.” You replied.

“Why are you-”

“Just go!” You raised your saber and pointed towards the door, “Don’t let me change my mind.”

Ahsoka signaled to her men, who started streaming through the exit. She lingered behind, casting one final look to you. It was full of confusion and fear, but for once the fear wasn’t at you, it was for you.

“What are you gonna tell Grievous?”

“Let me worry about that.” You said, staring at the blade in your hand. Ahsoka nodded, and darted after the clones. You let their footsteps fade, steeling yourself for what was to come. 

Your comm chirped, and one of your general’s droids informed you that they were only moments away.

“Now or never.” You sighed to yourself. With a steading breath, you pressed your lightsaber into your side. The pain was sharp and burned like fire as you fell to your knees. You only pressed for a split second, then pulled it away with a pained gasp. 

Then you held it close to your upper arm, trying to ignore the pain from your side. In one quick motion, you slashed across your arm. With the last bit of strength, you turned off your lightsaber and chucked it across the room, then curled up on the floor, a pool of blood slowly forming around you.

Mere seconds later, you hear the clattering of Grievous and his reinforcements. 

“Where are they?” He immediately asked.

“They…” You said between gasps of pain, “They got… away.”

“I thought I trained you better than this.” He shook his head, then ordered his droids after them, then turned back to you. “Next time do not let them make a mockery of you. Who was it?”

“Ahsoka.” You choked out.

“Her again?” He asked, “It seems you have a nemesis.”

“Yeah… something like that.”

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𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍- Prologue

pairing: Cassian Andor × OC, Master!Darth Vader× Apprentice!reader, slightly Obi Wan Kenobi × reader (platonic)

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"It’s beautiful isn’t it?”

The words were merely a whisper, soundless awe of the horrifically beatific sight before her. The melodic whistling and singing of the gushing wind are deemed similar to the hymns sung and shared when bidding farewell, a final goodbye to the one bounded by a cold casket. And the woman took it nothing but as an act of pure mockery. An ultimate laugh from the makers above for the situation that was Scariff. The sentiments brooded until a familiar voice softened out, causing her to only turn. 

"It sure is." Glimmering he kept his eyes trained on her, like how he had for the past few hours and the past many lifetimes, and how he would for many more even if it means that it would all end in a destined downfall like this. He kept his eyes trained on her, with its edges softened with the utmost adoration and love that no one could have for anyone except him for her. 

Leisurely he placed his soot-covered hand atop her very own, which had pressed itself stoically upon the beachy sand. The woman wanted to laugh at the irony, the one who had created her and made her what she was today, was now going to be the one who would take it away from her. The dawn was only getting brighter, and brighter with each passing second.  

But what was this dawn if not a harbinger of an eternal light that would connect paradises, but she knew. She always knew that the path to paradise always begins in hell. And Dawn's hell for her upcoming paradise began a decade back or so. 

"Let go Dawn!" the Jedi's desperate calls echoed through the crumbling and smoky opening of the Cavern. But all the teen could see was a dusty and distant silhouette of the sizzling lightsaber, and the equally distant tensed stature of her friends, the Jedi, and the kid. 

She could hear the cluttering and heaving of her breath throughout her ears' entirety. It all seemed so distant. Seemed so distant. The audio of her breath cascaded with that of a now forming shrilled ringing, which only tunneled all sorts of auditory senses furthermore. The Jedi and her friend had kept calling, yelling for her, but she couldn't move, the bend of her covered knees had glued itself to the debauched mixture of plasma and sand that covered most of the hardened floor, and her heart was pounding with a rhythmic beat, which seemed eerily similar to the rhythmic and rather mechanical hisses which breath from the Sith's mask.

Fury had engulfed him whole. Not only did they underestimate his former master, but they had also left him with a lightsaber and now he was gone. His cloak swished with the vigor of his metallic steps and in no time, he force opened the exit, which caused a domino effect on the next one too. 

Pure wrath flooded the flowing blood and mechanic bolts of the sith lord, as without wasting any time he forwarded his hand to the flying cruiser, and without wasting any more further time the transport froze haltingly in the muck-tainted atmosphere. 

Continuing his rhythmic mechanical hisses, once what was the living being of Anakin Skywalker, forwarded a leg to regain more power and at the same time, get a more grounded stance on the cracked ground. 

The cruiser was almost down, succumbing to its merciless controller until it wasn't. 

There was a change of force. 

There faltered a dramatic stop in Vader's breath. He could feel an equivalent powerful life force nearby, only it was that of pure light, the one that contradicted his to a high extent, but the force and strength were equivalent to his nonetheless. Utterly stunned, the dark lord turned his head behind him. 

Only for it to fall upon a kid, a mere teenager with a beskar-kyber blended necklet. A mere teenager whose wild brown mane flew outwards due to the sheer pressure the freighter was blowing. A mere teenager with ominous pair of brown eyes, who had her hand extended towards the ship, trying to bring it down. 

She let out a loudened shriek, the pitch and pure rawness of her tone could shatter any glasses nearby. 

He almost let go, wanting to know to what extent the kid's power might go, but at the same time he wanted the head of Obi-Wan Kenobi. 

Keeping his amused gaze trained on the girl, with a simple falling of his hand, the freighter thudded down to the ground, and the kid remained unfazed, stoic, and even a little bit threatening. 

Vader didn't care how the transport he just brought down was a decoy, or the fact that the actual, passenger-filled ship was now fleeing through the bay doors, his attention and pure amusement being towards the teen. 

"Lord Vader." One of the generals rushed, his hand clutching his shoulder, three to four stormtroopers on either of his sides. Having caught and noticed that the force-sensitive child they had picked up from Lahmu was force-sensitive, the general didn't waste his time in signaling his troopers to kill the said child. 

Whatever confidence or fury Dawn had soon started dying down when she saw the numerous blasters being pointed in her direction. Unknitting the angered crease of her eyebrows, Dawn faltered a step back. The contorted features of her face smoothening to that of a fearful worried one. All the breath from her lungs seemed to be punched out as she soon became a panting mess, each ounce of air that she took in felt far too precious seeing that she was facing her inevitable death, at the hands of the Empire, because she showed off the one thing her father had begged her to never show anyone, an Imp nonetheless. 

Accepting the dreary fate of death that now felt carved in her life, Dawn closed her eyes, bending her head down to not see what they were to do with her.

A blaster went off. 

But as if on cue, at the same time, there sizzled the commotion of a lightsaber igniting. And the red hues of the blaster shot soon were blocked by the equally reddened laser of the kyber.

With furrowed brows, Dawn squint her eyes open, only for them to catch the view of the sith-lord right in front of her, with his back faced to her, as he deflected and reflected all the shots, protecting her nonetheless. 

Still bearing a protective stance, Darth Vader turned to Dawn—who was currently fearfully glancing at the troopers who were now writhing on the ground. 

Taking a few necessary steps towards the child, he forwarded a hand, "Come with me, more will be here soon." 

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One Lass Kiss

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059 by Kenob1s "One day you will ask me which life is more important mine or yours, I will say mine, then you will walk away not knowing you're my life" Two padawan spark a forbidden romance and have to face the consequences of war. [AshokaTano x Oc] [Season 1- Season 7 of the Clone wars] Words: 256, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Original Female Character(s), Original Mandalorian Characters (Star Wars), Clone Troopers (Star Wars), CT-7567 | Rex, CC-2224 | Cody, Clone Trooper Waxer (Star Wars), Clone Trooper Boil (Star Wars), CT-27-5555 | ARC-5555 | Fives, CT-21-0408 | CT-1409 | Echo, 501st Legion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), 212th Attack Battalion Members (Star Wars: The Clone Wars), Jedi Council (Star Wars), Padmé Amidala, Satine Kryze, Bo-Katan Kryze, Jedi Characters (Star Wars) Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Reader, Ahsoka Tano & Original Female Character(s), Padmé Amidala/Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano Additional Tags: Jedi Reader (Star Wars), Fluff, Angst, Useless Lesbians, Sith Magic & Rituals (Star Wars), Friends to Lovers, One Big Happy Family, References to Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008), Lightsabers (Star Wars), Master & Padawan Relationship(s), Father-Daughter Relationship, Brother-Sister Relationships, Mandalorian Culture (Star Wars), Sad, Everyone Needs A Hug, Gay, Teen Romance, Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi, Jedi as Found Family (Star Wars), Jedi Temple (Star Wars), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) Spoilers, Obi-Wan Kenobi Gets a Hug read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/47480059

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Drinking on Coruscant

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 3663

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Obi-Wan is fine. Mace is dubious. Qui-Gon is dead.

It’s hard, and Mace definitely isn’t qualified, but he is checking in on Obi-Wan.

Despite all available evidence to the contrary, Obi-Wan Kenobi would like to argue that he was, at this particular moment, completely fine.

Absolutely fine.

Brilliant, actually.  Perfect.  Perfectly perfect.

And also drunk.  Perfectly drunk.

So kriffing drunk.

He huffed at himself.  He was more than drunk.  He was a knight.  A Jedi Knight.  The thing he’d wanted to be since he was three years old and first learned what a Jedi Knight was.

And he had his nice jeans on.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans.

That, he decided, chewing contemplatively on his straw, is not a bad thing to be.

Maybe he was just a little tired, but that was fine too, because he had a Padawan now and he was fairly sure exhaustion just came with the territory.  Anakin Skywalker, Hero of Naboo, former slave and current Chosen One.

Alleged Chosen One, anyway.

A wonderful mechanic for certain, a terrifying pilot, and a reluctant reader, even in Huttese.  Obi-Wan hadn’t even started teaching him to swim, yet, more focussed on getting him to wash without panicking about the waste of water.

It was a work-in-progress.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan.

A very adorable Padawan, actually.  Anakin’s first padawan-cut had gone slightly awry and Obi-Wan was nervous of trying again.  In the meantime, his growing hair had gone soft and feathery - like a duckling, Obi-Wan thought but wouldn’t say - and Anakin, who’d spent nine years full of sand, would spend a long time running his fingers through it, wide-eyed and silent.

Obi-Wan had never got on particularly well with children before.  He largely found them confusing, overly enthusiastic and easily upset.  Given his existing problems with the general populace, he most often opted to ignore them.

Anakin was the exception.  Anakin was his Padawan, and that made him acceptable.

Today, Anakin the Acceptable was spending the night with Quinlan and Aayla because Quinlan hadn’t wanted to come out with him.

For reasons.

So Obi-Wan was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan, who may or may not be in a fight with his boyfriend.

And also his Master was dead.

That was the biggy.

But even though Qui-Gon was dead (very dead, in fact, with a lightsaber in his stomach that haunted his nightmares), and even though he was half-convinced Anakin wished it was him who’d died that day, and even though he wasn’t always one-hundred-per-cent convinced that it wouldn’t have been better off that way, he was coping.

It was easy to tell he was coping because he had a rainbow-coloured drink and a purple curly straw.  Those were fun things.  Fun things for coping people.  People who were coping.

He was a drunk Jedi Knight in good jeans with an adorable, work-in-progress Padawan, a dead Master, a rainbow drink, a curly straw, and a boyfriend who didn’t want to go out with him.

And he was fine.

***

Knight Kenobi was absolutely not fine.

Mace had been meaning to check up on him for a while.  Losing a Master was always hard.  Being knighted immediately after was worse.

Taking a Padawan on top of all that was essentially unprecedented, never mind a Padawan so old, and Mace didn’t consider it particularly paranoid to suppose Kenobi might burn himself out with it all.  Jinn had mentioned more than once that the boy was allergic to taking a break - Mace had no desire to meet the consequences.

Council business, however, was all-consuming at a good time and, given the re-emergence of the Sith after a thousand years of peace (a Sith dispatched by Kenobi, because of course it was, the hypercompetent, danger-magnet bastard that he was), it was not a good time.  Before he knew it, days had turned to weeks, weeks to months, and he still hadn’t checked on Kenobi.

Others had, of course.  Kenobi’s friends, who were likely more welcome and more helpful than Mace.

Even so, he wanted to see him with his own eyes.

For Jinn’s sake, if no one else’s.

He wasn’t sure, exactly, why he’d picked tonight.  There was nothing special about it, no difficult anniversary looming on the horizon, no bad news creeping from the shadows.  An ordinary night by all accounts.  

(He ignored, determinedly, that for the moment there was no such thing as an ordinary night.  Every night was an anniversary.  Six months ago today, Jinn had a blazing row with Master Yoda in front of the whole Council.  Seven years ago next week, Jinn had burst into Mace’s rooms to complain that Kenobi would one day be a better man - a better Jedi - than Jinn would ever be, but that the boy would never believe it.  All nights could be marked like this.)

He felt the Force as clearly as if it was tugging on his elbows, urging him forwards towards Kenobi’s rooms.

Kenobi’s empty rooms, as it turned out.

With narrowed eyes he’d pivoted, making his way instead to the rooms of one Quinlan Vos.  It went against his personal policy of not acknowledging Vos and Kenobi’s… active relationship outside of Jinn’s vent sessions (and what a sting, to realise such a thing no longer existed), despite nearly the whole Temple knowing by now, but the Force had escalated from shoving elbows to prodding at his tender temples, and he was loathe to leave it dissatisfied.

Vos opened the door immediately, before he had time to take his hand from the doorbell.  Something prickled on the back of Mace’s neck.

“Is Obi-Wan alright?”  Vos’ voice was pitched low, hardly audible over the giggles of two Padawans from somewhere within, but it did little to hide his anxieties.

“Why do you ask?”

“Why else would you be here?”  It took a moment, but Vos relented.  “He’s not here.  He’s gone out.  I haven’t heard from him since he left.”

Mace hadn’t asked why Kenobi was out and Vos was not.  He assumed it was more than a matter of babysitting, given that Bant Eerin was currently on leave, but quickly surmised that it was none of his business.  Instead, he laid out his mission.  “I want to check on him.  Do you know where he’ll be?”

“I’ll send you the address,” Vos said, already reaching for his comm.

And that, all told, was why he was here, standing in a smoky bar deep in the lower levels.  A bar far enough from the Temple that, if he tried, a Jedi could go unnoticed - even one so recently lauded as one of the heroes of the Battle of Naboo.

Music thrummed, the bass thick enough to choke on, thick enough that if it were louder, it’d thrum right through his bones.  Thankfully the Force - or DJ - had chosen mercy, and it was just low enough to talk over.

Just.

Overall, it was the sort of place that Mace could well imagine Kenobi enjoying.  The boy might have carefully cultivated his reputation as the perfect Jedi, nurtured the idea that he was polished and refined and more than slightly vain, might have weeded out any lingering hints of his Stewjoni lilt and buried it beneath the poshest, most senate-friendly of Coruscanti accents, might have washed away memories of his youngling escapades with more and more reports of his exemplary conduct and ridiculously high success rates, but Mace had been the confidante of Qui-Gon Jinn.

Mace knew better than to fall for that.

He’d heard all about Kenobi’s habit of blasting ear-rattling playlists when he studied, his ill-fated experiments with black nail polishes, his far more successful forays into the wide world of eyeliner.  He’d hidden a smile behind his glass as Jinn recounted catching his Padawan halfway out his bedroom window, wafting away the smoke of a smuggled cigarra.  

And, of course, he sat politely through Jinn’s countless laments on the subject of Kenobi’s love life - namely that he had one, and that Jinn was occasionally exposed to it.  His irrepressible flirting, which was bad enough with allies but far worse when directed at people trying to kill him.  His dreadful - though in Mace’s opinion, slightly amusing and vaguely impressive - habit of sleeping with strangers and finding out a few days later that they were a dignitary he and Jinn were supposed to be negotiating with.

Naturally, Jinn had plenty to say on the subject of Kenobi and Vos.  The horrors of finding them in the living room together.  The distress of their protracted farewells.  The eventual decision to loosen Kenobi’s curfew the nights before they went off-world, just to get the pair out of earshot.  (Mace hadn’t mentioned his firm belief that that had been their aim the whole time.)  And, finally, his fervent belief that no one - least of all Quinlan Vos, renowned and unrepentant mischief-maker - was good enough for Obi-Wan Kenobi, beloved Padawan and (as Jinn frequently insisted) future member of the Jedi High Council.

How strange, given all that, that he couldn’t find Kenobi anywhere.

He looked again.  Kenobi wasn’t at the bar, wasn’t hovering near the speakers, wasn’t part of the tangle of bodies on the dance floor, wasn’t…

Mace blinked.  Looked again.

Kenobi wasn’t at the bar, nor the speakers, nor dancing, nor…

Ah.

He wondered, idly, if the mind trick was accidental or not.  Either way, it was powerful.  More than powerful.  Even aware of it, he could feel the gentle press of it against his shields, the quiet suggestion that he ignore the sticky table at the back of the room.  

Really, it asked, what could be there that’s more interesting than your drink?  Why would you sit all the way over there, so far from the bar?

Still, now he knew it was there, he looked past it with ease.

There, alone, was Kenobi, face down on the table beside a half-finished, half-melted, multi-coloured monstrosity of a cocktail, shoulders shaking with silent tears.

Mace sighed.  He wasn’t quite as surprised as he felt he should be.

Kenobi didn’t look up as he approached, not even when Mace slipped into the chair next to his.  It was a far cry from his usual observant self, but Mace was almost relieved when he compared it to the jumpy, hyper-vigilant young man who’d returned from Naboo.

“Knight Kenobi.”  He winced at himself and quickly corrected, “Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan looked up with wide, teary eyes.  He sniffed, scrubbing his cheek against his shoulder, smudging eyeliner so dramatically he went from fashionable to battered.  “Master Windu?”

“Yes.”

“You came to check on me?”

There was no point in denying it.  “I did.”

Obi-Wan’s face crumpled and he sniffed again, biting so hard on the inside of his cheek that Mace could see the divot.  It did nothing to stop his tears welling and he surrendered quickly, strangling a sob and flinging himself into Mace, who barely had the time to open his arms before all the weight of a twenty-five-year-old man crashed against his chest.

Oh dear, he thought, rubbing a circle on Obi-Wan’s back and shushing mindlessly, like the boy was a crèchling again.  Of all the reactions he’d expected, this hadn’t been one of them.

“Alright,” he said, more than a little awkward.  “It’s not that bad.”

Pulling back, Obi-Wan gave him an outraged look, though it was perhaps slightly diminished as Obi-Wan went slightly cross-eyed, glaring at a man so close to him.  

“You came to rescue me,” he said sternly, which was perhaps pushing it slightly.  Mace didn’t exactly have time to disagree before Obi-Wan, with the same stubbornness, placed a firm kiss squarely on his cheek.  “This is why you were Qui-Gon’s favourite.”

Slightly stunned, he watched him settle back into his seat, all tears forgotten.

“Master Yoda’s my favourite,” Obi-Wan went on, though Mace still wasn’t sure what category of favourite they were discussing, before wrinkling his nose.  “That was rude.  Sorry.”

“That’s alright,” he said.  “He’s my favourite, too.”

That was a lie.  If Mace had a favourite - which he didn’t, but if he did - it would be his Padawan.  Still, it made Obi-Wan smile and nod approvingly.

“He’s just… the best.”

Mace laughed, caught off-guard, but Obi-Wan was thankfully unoffended.  “I happen to know he’s very fond of you, too.”

This was true, and well-known amongst the Council.  Coruscant’s sky was blue, Master Yoda had a soft spot for his great-grandpadawan.  It was simply a fact of life.

The boy’s face lit up like a life-day tree.  “Really?  He said he was sorry to lose me, once, but then he said I have Qui-Gon’s defiance, and I don’t know if that’s good or not.”

Mace didn’t know what Yoda thought of it, but he knew what he thought.  “It is.”

“Oh.”  Obi-Wan seemed surprised, just for a moment, before he shrugged.  “Good.”

They lapsed into silence.  Obi-Wan looked contemplatively at his increasingly melted drink.

Mace, meanwhile, tried to decide the better course of action.  Take Obi-Wan home and put him to bed, or talk to him about why he was crying and then take him home.

“How’d you even find me?” Obi-Wan asked suddenly, evidently deciding against drinking more.

“Knight Vos told me where you’d be.”

“Oh.”

Obi-Wan’s bottom lip wobbled dangerously.  Mace cursed everything, including Jinn, who’d never thought to warn him that his Padawan was a weepy drunk.

(Years from this moment, Mace would learn that Obi-Wan was not, actually, a teary drunk.  He was simply a drunk who felt whatever he was already feeling very strongly.)

“Are you alright?”

“I think we’re fighting.”

“You think?”

“He says we’re not,” Obi-Wan sighed, slumping back in his chair until he was decently slouched, “but it feels like we are.  Normally we spar until it’s better, but he won’t-”  Obi-Wan’s breath caught.  “He won’t even spar with me!”

Why?  Why me?  For this?  The Force, he decided, had a peculiar sense of humour.

“Why do you think you’re fighting?”

“We’re-  I-”  Obi-Wan groaned, digging his palms into his eyes.  “He wants to talk about Naboo.”

Mace… was struggling to see the problem here.

“I don’t want to talk to Quin about Naboo.  I’ve already told him the facts.”  Obi-Wan said the word facts like it ought to be capitalised, weighted.  Like the facts were something sacred.  “He wants me to talk about the feelings. ”

“It’s important to talk about these things,” he hedged.

“I do,” Obi-Wan groaned, dropping his hands to give Mace a plaintive look.  “With the mind healer.”

That was… surprisingly healthy for a Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn.  Mace found himself oddly proud of his old friend and the knight before him.

“I know Quin thinks it’ll help to talk to him but it hurts - it hurts, Master - and I don’t…  I just want to feel normal with him.  I mean, what am I supposed to say?  Master’s dead, my Padawan kriffing hates me half the time, and there’s nothing to do but keep going - what’s Quin meant to do with that?  Nothing he can do.”

Oh, but Mace really wasn’t qualified for this.  He kept his face carefully neutral: “Have you told him that?”

“I don’t…”  He sighed again.  “I don’t know how to say it… nicely.  I don’t want to make it sound…  I don’t want to hurt him, make him think I don’t trust him, because I do.  I do trust him, but-”  He broke off with an aggravated noise, hand moving to tug on a now-absent braid.  His fingers grasped the empty air and fell, instead, to the collar of his shit.

“Talk to him,” Mace said.  It seemed like decent advice.  “Nine years can survive a clumsy phrase.”

It took a long, long moment of Obi-Wan twitching at his t-shirt, but Obi-Wan eventually smiled down at the table.

“You give better advice than my Master,” he said.

“I should think so,” Mace sniffed, perhaps playing up his reaction slightly, if only to avoid another bout of tears.  “The only sound advice Jinn ever gave was on plant care.”

“Not so,” Obi-Wan said.  The phrase hung awkwardly in the air for a moment, as if he was waiting for a reply, before he barrelled on.  “He told me ‘never get so drunk you can’t cheat at sabacc’, and it’s the best I ever got.”

“You think you could cheat at sabacc right now?”

“No, but I could filter enough toxins that I could cheat pretty quickly.”

“Impressive.”

“Well-practised,” he confessed.  “I cheat my way out of hangovers.”

“That’s not how that works,” Mace said.  In truth, he had no idea.  He just wanted Obi-Wan to elaborate.

Obi-Wan hummed, placed his chin in his hand, and gave Mace a look surprisingly similar to a kindly old man observing a naive child.  “Was I hungover the morning after my nineteenth?”

“Until you asked me that, I was under the impression you spent the night meditating on the nature of attachment, as you said when you reserved the meditation room.”

Obi-Wan smiled, projecting a definite feel of told you so!

“May I ask what you actually did?”

“Meditated on attachment,” he said innocently.  “From a certain point of view, at least.”

“And from another?”

“Quin took me on a night out.”

“Then why-?  Ah.  I see.”  On Obi-Wan’s nineteenth, Quinlan Vos had been undercover in one of Coruscant’s numerous smuggling gangs, supposedly out of contact.  “I suppose the sudden mysterious boost to his cover’s credibility was his apparent seduction of a Jedi Padawan.”

He tapped his nose, a little clumsily, and Mace smiled.  He’d spent comparatively little time with the young man compared to his Master, but it was gratifying to know that Qui-Gon’s evaluation of his humour was accurate.

“How did you leave the Temple unseen?”

“Windows.  Booked the room with the biggest ones.”

“Impressive,” Mace admitted.  “Most impressive.”

“Master would’ve liked it,” he said, “but I didn’t tell.  I thought he wouldn’t want to know about Quin being the inspiration.”

“Likely not.”  Mace could imagine the rant.  “Most decidedly not.”

“Quin baited him,” Obi-Wan looked hopelessly fond.  “Master fell for it every time.  Half the time I think he realised but wanted a reason to complain.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“I miss him complaining.”  He let out a small, wet, incredulous laugh.  “I never thought I would.”

There were many responses Mace could give.  

There is no death, perhaps, or death, yet the Force.  Jinn had mentioned once that, though Obi-Wan showed a marked preference for the standard edition, he was fond of both versions of the code and liked to compare the potential meanings.  

He wouldn’t want you to be sad could work, too.  Though more secular, it was true enough that Jinn would’ve hated to cause his Padawan pain.

“I miss him too,” he heard himself say.

Obi-Wan startled, stared at him, but didn’t say a word.  Instead, he radiated an encouraging sort of warmth.  Gentle, quiet - not imposing, not insistent, but there.  Like a ray of sunlight slipping through a forest’s dark green canopy.  A light waiting patiently to be followed.

“He was a stubborn son of a bantha,” Mace said, knowing damn well that was an understatement.  “Completely incapable of admitting he was wrong.  Convinced of his own rightness.  Arrogant, smug, and reckless.  And a dear, dear friend.”

“He used to plan his arguments in advance,” Obi-Wan told him, grinning.  “He practised some of them on me.”

“Of course he did.  Of course he did.”  Mace rolled his eyes and appreciated Obi-Wan’s sudden, determined interest in an off-white wall.  “Nerf herder.”

Laughing, Obi-Wan kept his eyes averted.  Mace still appreciated it.

He appreciated it even more as Obi-Wan gave him the silence to collect himself.

“There is no death,” Obi-Wan said at last.

“There is the Force.”

Another moment to rebalance himself, before Mace let out a breath.  “Come along, Youngling.  The Master of the Order cried - that means it’s bedtime.”

“Right.  Hometime.”  Obi-Wan looked for a moment like he might resist, flicking his curly straw, but decided against it.  “Want to try it?”

Mace considered it.  Once, it might have been attractively rainbow coloured, but by this point it was a muddy-brown mush.

He threw it back in one rather than taste it.  Obi-Wan whooped, clapping furiously as Mace coughed.

“That’s disgusting, Kenobi,” he said, wishing he had water to wash the taste away.  “By the Force.”

Obi-Wan cackled, throwing his head back.  “Isn’t it?”

“Why do you drink that?  It’s horrible.”

“Highest alcohol content on the menu.”  He stood and, forgetting himself, clapped Mace on the shoulder.  “I can forgive a lot for that much spatchka, Master Windu.”

The snort that escaped him could only be called undignified, but Mace let it go.  He gave Obi-Wan’s hand a pat.  “Get moving.  Time for all good Jedi to be sobering up.”

Dutiful as ever, Obi-Wan spent most of the taxi-ride home with his eyes shut, working silently on filtering.  He’d gone from noticeably drunk to just past tipsy by the time Mace dropped him in his bed to sleep the rest off.

Obi-Wan hummed, immediately curling himself into a ball, face planting his pillow.  “G’night, Master.”

He hesitated at the doorway.  Somehow, instinctively, he knew that Obi-Wan hadn’t been talking to him.

“Goodnight, Knight Kenobi,” he answered anyway.  The man was already asleep.  Knowing that, he allowed himself to laugh.  “I’ll tell this story the day you make Master.”

(Many years later, a council of Jedi will take a night off from the war to celebrate the ascension of their newest member and find refuge in a smoky bar deep in the lower levels, far enough from the Temple that a Jedi can go unnoticed, even one so recently titled Negotiator.  There, their newest Master will bury his red face in his hands, laughing along with the others as Master Windu, deep in his cups, recounts venturing out in the middle of the night to bring a wayward knight home and receiving a single kiss as prize.)

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[kaminocasey]

What A Price to Pay Part 2

Summary: You decide to find Boba again. Pairing: ESB/RotJ!Boba x Reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Sexual situation, Angst A/N: Lol I know I wrote the first part all the way back in July and I'm genuinely sorry that it took me so long to write this.

Part One

It’s only been a couple hours and already, you can’t stop thinking about those warm brown eyes you used to get lost in. You dismissed class for the day which your teens seemed to enjoy. But you can’t stop thinking about Boba. How could he get himself mixed up with the most dangerous Sith Lord in the galaxy? Or you suppose you’d like to know why.

“Cyare…” Boba sighs, waking you up from your dreamless sleep.

“Hm.” You mumble with closed eyes, hugging your pillow.

Feeling his lips lingering in the crook of your neck and his hand wandering down further, you let out a soft sigh, still not moving. He lets out a chuckle and trails his hand up your bare stomach to your breast, ghosting his fingers over your sensitive nipples, earning another little sigh that turns into a slight whimper.

“Need you.” He whispers.

“How bad?” You whisper back, smirking.

He pushes his hardened length up against your bare cheeks and you let out an “Oh”, unable to come up with anything else. Your legs fall open for him immediately as you roll over on your back so you can look into his begging eyes before crushing your lips to his. His hand travels down to your warmth, teasing you.

“You’re mine.” He murmurs against your lips.

“Always.” You promise him.

There’s a knock on the door, pulling you from your thoughts. You glance at the door and find Lando standing in the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Busy?” He asks you.

You shake your head.

“I’m sorry I put you in harm's way like that… that wasn’t right of me.” He apologizes, sincerely.

You look at him. “Why are you doing business with the Empire?”

“It’s just… business.” Lando struggles to find words with an awkward shrug.

You’re aware you have no right to tell Lando how to conduct his business, but the whole point of you being here is to get away from the Empire.

You stare at him for a moment before speaking. “The Mandalorian that was with Vader… where is he?”

“You know Boba Fett?” Lando asks, surprised. “I didn’t take you as the hunted down by a bounty hunter type. Explains why you’re here, I suppose.”

You chuckle. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Lando.”

“He’s gone. Had to take a bounty somewhere.” He answers.

“Any idea where?” You ask, curiously, leaning on your desk.

“I believe he said Mos Espa on Tatooine.” He tells you.

“Ah. The Hutt’s.” You nod.

“Sounds like it.” He glances out in the hallway before walking into the room fully, closing the door behind him. “Why are you looking for him?”

“He was once my… best friend… my lover… my entire world.” You murmur, thoughtfully.

“Seems like he might still be.” Lando sits next to you on your desk.

“It was a long time ago.” You sigh.

Lando shrugs. “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder.”

“Ten years?” Your eyebrows quirk up.

“I’d wait that long for you.” Lando tells you, smoothly.

You chuckle, softly. “You’ve been good to me.”

“You’re easy to be good to.” He glances down at your lips.

You lean in to kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you for everything.”

“If you need me, you know where to find me.” He smiles, taking your hand and kissing it.

You nod. “Who knows, maybe I’ll be back.”

“If I was Boba, I’d never let you out of my arms again.” He grins. “Now go.”

After leaving a note for the next teacher, you pack up your belongings and head back onto your freighter that you’d lived on before moving to Cloud City. It’d been in a garage for the last six months so it took longer to power up.

Once you have it up and going, you leave for Tatooine. You just hope you can make it in time. Honestly, you’re not sure what you’re going to even say.

“Hey Boba… You were right. I’ll always be your cyare?” You roll your eyes to yourself as you speak. “Hey Boba… Sorry I left you… wanna pick up where we left off?”

“Ugh.” You groan as you put the ship on autopilot and go take a nap.

You’d been with Boba for a year, traveling the galaxy. He’d been working on bounty hunting and you’d been teaching yourself how to work on the Gunship. It was a good partnership. Unfortunately, you’d caught feelings for the Mandalorian almost immediately, even though you had really tried not to.

Boba had just returned with some group of bounty hunters. Ones that you didn’t care for and didn’t want to be around. You weren’t sure how to bring it up to him, how uncomfortable you were.

“What’s wrong, mesh’la?” Boba asks you as you sit, fidgeting in the passenger seat.

“Nothing.” You lie.

“Nothing?” He asks you, spinning his seat to look at you.

“Nothing.” You nod, looking at him.

He grabs the armrest and spins your seat to face him as he leans forward, his strong forearms resting on his knees. He was so pretty. He had to know how pretty he was. Did he know how beautiful you found him?

“Don’t lie to me.” He smiles that heartbreaking smile.

You let out a sigh, leaning forward toward him. “I don’t want them here…”

You nod in the direction of the group of bounty hunters that were waiting just beyond the cockpit.

“Oh…” He nods.

“I know they were your father’s friends but… they scare me.” You whisper.

“And I don’t?” He smirks.

“Please… you could never scare me.” You laugh.

“Oh really?” He quirks an eyebrow, clearly about to take that as a challenge.

Boba gets a dark look in his eye and quickly rushes toward you, slinging your seat back so he’s hovering over you. Your breath hitches in your throat and your eyes go wide.

“See? Scared you.” He teases you.

“Not scared.” You murmur.

“Then what’s that look in your eye, if not fear?” He stares into your soul.

“Something else…” You admit.

“Oh.” He looks down at your lips and you pull him to you, crushing your lips to his.

He moans softly against your lips, clearly wanting this as bad as you did.

When Boba pulls away, he looks into your eyes again and makes a promise to you. “We’ll get rid of them. It’ll just be me and you again. Just how it should be.”

You’d never feel more safe than you would as long as you were with Boba.

The first thought you have when you get to Mos Espa is Maker, that is a lot of sand. Then, you make your way to Jabba’s Palace, which you’d not seen in a long time. You don’t remember it being so big.

You walk up to the giant doors and are greeted by two Gamorreans, carrying an axe and a club of some sort. Good grief. You know the slug man couldn’t protect himself, so obviously this was his best bet at getting some muscle.

“I’m here to see Boba Fett. Is he here?” You ask them.

They look at each other and then back at you. You roll your eyes.

“Boba Fett? Mandalorian? Green Armor? About yay high?” You hold your hand above you, trying to dumb it down for them.

You hear that familiar voice call your name from the right and look into the garage, finding Boba exiting the Firespray Gunship. Suddenly, you’re at a loss for words again. You quickly realize you weren’t actually expecting that he’d be here.

“Hey.” You manage to get out.

“Hello.” He looks at the Gamorreans and motions for them to scram. They go back into the palace, leaving the two of you out there by yourselves.

“Hey.” You say again, nervous all over again.

“You already said that.” He takes off his helmet, revealing his curls and your knees start to feel weak.

Luckily, you’re able to keep your composure and he smirks at you, knowingly. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms.

Seeing Boba all over again was still painful… you weren’t expecting that. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you look up at him.

“Boba, are you coming?” A pretty blue twi’lek says from the palace doorway, smirking at him in a sultry way.

He doesn’t even look at her. “No.”

She looks at you, though, giving you a “Who the hell is she?” look. You look back at Boba, speechless.

“Who was that?” You ask him.

“Who gives a kriff?” He shrugs, looking at you as if after all this time, he still only has eyes for you.

Could you be so lucky that after all this time, you’d both still be in love with the other? Surely not.

“Why are you here?” He asks, softly.

“Honestly… I don’t know. I saw you and suddenly, I wanted to go back in time ten years and beg you to come with me.” You tell him. “I… I missed you. I never stopped.”

He’s quiet for a long moment, making you sweat. You try to remain patient with him as he decides what to do or say. Either way, you’ll take what he gives you.

“I was angry for a long time when you left… I became bitter and allowed myself to fall in with the wrong people from time to time… just to not be alone. I was envious of you. You seemed to know what you wanted… but something in me broke because it wasn’t me…” He admits, quietly… calmly. “I knew you’d be there… on Cloud City. I didn’t know you’d be with Calrissian… but I had planned to find you… to… I don’t know… try to rekindle something maybe? Friendship at least?”

You smile softly as he steps closer to you. You back up toward the familiar gunship until your back hits warm durasteel.

“Or maybe something more?” He looks down at your lips.

“Maybe.” You hear yourself say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, smirking, and your heart skips a beat. He leans in close and you’re unable to think straight. He’d always had this effect on you. You know that you’re never going anywhere again.

“I never stopped loving you, cyare.” He tells you. “I was dropping off this bounty and I was on my way back to Cloud City to come find you again.”

Your lips part slightly. “I never stopped loving you, either.”

As if that’s all he needed to hear, he cups your face, brushing his lips over yours, crowding you up against his ship. His lips are exactly the same. Exactly what you need. You let out a choked sob, holding onto him for dear life, afraid he’ll disappear again.

“Let’s get out of here, hm?” He smiles down at you, looking into your glistening eyes.

You nod, desperately. “Please.”

It’s obvious that there are things that you need to talk about, but you know as long as you have Boba back, there’s nothing you can’t overcome.

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