#starwars fic

[satinestales]

❝lethal lust❞ | qimir x fem!reader

pairing: qimir x fem!reader

summary: smut without plot, little bit of angst! ep6 left me speechless so of course i had to write something

warnings: english is not my native language, p in v, ocean sex (don't recommend), fingering, backshots against a rock, little bit of violence, established relationship, qimir being too fine

now playing, lust for life by lana del rey

The stones were cold, running through your numb bare feet. The lukewarm wave from the ocean soothed the pain, gently caressing your skin with its rhythmic ebb and flow. The ache slowly vanished as you dipped your ankles deep into the water, letting the waves cling to your calves.

You woke up later than intended today, exhausted and sore from last nights encounter with the jedi. You suffered many injuries, the outcome of being out of practice for many months. You were fortunate to find yourself this morning with only scars left, your lethal wounds healed and mended. You could never count on your fingers how many times Qimir saved your life. The number of times he healed your wounds, no matter how little they were. He hated seeing you injured, harmed in any way. You wanted to pay him back but you had no idea how. Any time you asked him he responded with, I have you. That’s all that matters. You always felt a little guilty.

“Are you gonna just stand there or join me?” You heard him spoke, few meters away from you, relaxing in the ocean, guarded by a circle of large rocks. He had his back turned to you, his hair pushed back, wet, dripping with to his shoulders. You saw his scar many times, but never got quiet used to it. You wanted to find that person who gave it to him and make them suffer for eternity. One day, he promised you.

Lifting up your hands to your robe, you slowly untied it, letting it fall on the shore, taking your time to get into the water.

After a few seconds you finally reached him, putting your hands on the side of his arms, your chin resting on his shoulder. His skin was hot, despite the cool temperature around you. You felt his hands reach out for your legs under the water, caressing your skin with his fingers.

“You saved me there,” you broke the silence, lifting your hand to play with the ends of his hair. “Again.” Last night, Yord almost separated your head from your shoulders and if it wasn’t for Qimir pulling you away, you wouldn’t see him turn to face you now. His eyes were set low, softness blending it with yearning. His hands danced their way from your thighs to your waist to pull you closer to him. You could feel every curve of his, every small movement against your skin, and even after hundreds of times, you never got used to the striking feeling it brought you.

“You would do the same for me,” he simply added, tilting his head, scanning you with his eyes.

“But I never do.” You replied, ashamed, shaking your head. “You never need my saving. It is always I, who needs it.�� You felt embarrassment crawling to your cheeks but returning his intense stare. He never broke eye contact; it made you nervous.

“You’re saving me every day,” smile danced on his lips as his hand reached your jaw, his thumb resting on your cheekbone. “By being here with me.” His voice was soft, teasing. “I lost everything a long time ago, and I thought I was at peace, that it fit me. But all I needed was someone by my side, someone to share the same feelings, desires, dreams that I do. You found me.” His thumb moved in circles on your cheek, making sure you heard every word he let out.

You didn’t dare to even blink, admiring every movement of his lips, his eyebrows, the way his eyes kept circling your face.

“You’re saving me simply by returning the love I give you.” He repeated before slowly leaning in to give you a small kiss on the top of your nose.

“But-“ he didn’t even let you start, placing his wet hand against your mouth. You saw the smirk on his lips, the desire to kick him in the shin growing stronger every second.

“No arguing,” he said, more steadily and loudly. “Please,” you heard him add, lowering his voice back.

You didn’t want to argue either, but you wanted to do more then just to breathe next to him. You wanted to help him when it came to battle, protect him from potential harm. It was like arguing with a wall. He knew you were powerful, almost his equal. But the fear of getting you hurt made him keep you away from the fights he so often faced.

Okay.

You thought to yourself, before feeling his hand move away from your mouth, to let it rest against your hip. His other hand found yours, lifting it up and pushing it against his abdomen. His eyes never left yours and you could slowly recognize the desire within them.

You remembered, years back, when you still trained as a jedi, any sign or hint of desire forced you to suffer the jedi punishment. As a jedi, especially as a padawan, you could never let these thoughts even fly around your mind. If you even dared to share a though, you were destined to dark side. That’s what you were taught. Until you met Qimir. You were both padawans, both training to be the next jedi knights. So when you saw the glimpse in his eyes, you realized you might not be the only one. That it’s normal to feel those things. It’s normal to want. And for months you despised yourself, but Qimir helped you. Helped you how to deal with those feelings. Taught you.

When you two were later found out, you were forced to leave the Order, as for Qimir, you never found out what they did to him. He never told you, not even after years when you found each other again, leaving you wondering. You wanted to avenge him, hurt those who hurt him. Why did he suffer for things you were too a part of.

You didn’t know how long you stood there for, how long he held your hand against his torso, or how many times the waved washed over you. You started to get cold and Qimir wasn’t blind to it. You stood still as he lowered his gaze to your shoulders where he slowly rested his hand. His fingers tracing your scars, slowly moving his way up your collarbones, to your neck, tickling your jaw, until he placed it next to your ear, curling his fingers to get underneath your hair. His other hand, still underwater let go of yours to push it to your lower back, centimeters above your ass.

He didn’t say anything as he moved in closer, his lips brushing against your face. You started to feel the heat between your legs grow stronger, his smell driving you crazy. Closing your eyes you let him leave wet marks on your skin, bending his knees to circle down to your chest, his nails pressing against your back dimples.

You didn’t realize all while doing that, he was slowly pushing you back until you were met with a hard texture of the rock behind you. It wasn’t necessarily comfortable but when Qimir’s lips attacked your breasts, all of the discomfort left your mind.

Instinctively your hands moved to his, still dripping wet hair, enjoying the sensation of his mouth. His tongue started circling your hard nipples, his fingers lightly tugging on your hair. Moans started to leave your mouth as his other hand squeezed your ass, his mouth never leaving your tits. Lifting your arm to hold on onto his, as he kept pulling your hair.

Even in the water, you could feel the wetness already forming between your thighs, his touch clouding your thoughts and any form of previous opinions.

He knew exactly how to make you want him, how to touch you and how to keep you on the edge. How many times he made you straddle him during training sessions, how many times he walked around naked just to pass by you. He enjoyed the teasing, and you knew it.

You were aware of every touch of is and when his hips met yours, pushing you with force against the cold stone, you had to bite back a moan. He was already rock hard, resting against your abdomen.

He quickly moved away from you, his hands and mouth leaving you only to find his fingers right between your legs, brushing against your bundle of nerves. You cried out, not expecting him to be so fast. Most of the times he waited till tears formed in your eyes, wanting to see you so desperate and needy just to feel his touch. He wasn’t wasting time today. He needed you. And he needed you now.

“You’re needy this morning.” He purred, grin on his face as he looked down at you. You were, you had no intention of denying it. His fingers worked magic on you, teasing your entrance as he roughly attacked your neck, making you dizzy, not sure where to put your focus on.

You pressed your hands against his chest when you felt his fingers thrust into you, receiving a sharp intake of breath from you.

Fuck.

You never comprehended how his fingers alone could make you feel so good. Sometimes you prefered it. But nothing ever topped the way his tongue worked on you. The way he devoured you whole like he wanted to eat you. The way he made you sit on his face with full strength, how he almost made you faint one time from orgasming too many times just on his tongue.

Your brain was empty, only focusing on his fingers, thrusting in and out of you while his thumb circled your clit. His mouth marking your neck, leaving bunch of red marks around. He loved marking you.

“Qimi-“you failed to speak, his fingers making you see The Force itself. You were absolutely useless. Pressed against a rock as Qimir pounded into you with his thick fingers.

“Yes, darling.” He responded to your nonexistent question. Your eyes were closed, focusing only on the pleasure but you could see the stupid cocky smile he had on his lips right now. He loved seeing you so desperate, drowning in his touch.

“Fuc,” you wanted to speak but his fingers shut you up every time they moved inside of you. You were so close. You could feel his force, intensifying your pleasure, making it way harder to keep your legs steady.

“What do you want, I can’t hear you.” Jerk.

So close. You could feel it. You grabbed his hand, digging your nails into him as your legs started to shake, orgasm approaching fast.

Or it would, if Qimir didn’t move his hand away, leaving you feeling empty, unsatisfied and angry.

“What did you wanna say?” he asked, stupid grin on his face. His hair was slowly drying, few strands falling into his face. His lips plumb and pink, his chest covered on salty drops of the ocean. You wanted to eat him.

“You fuck.” You whined, shoving your hands against his chest. It only widened his smile. You ought to expect it when he grabbed your hands out of reflex, bending them to make you turn, forcing you to be face to face with the rock you were just now pressed against. Groan left your mouth out of both pain and shock, his one hand holding both of your wrists against your beck, your ass to his already leaking cock.

You tried to hold yourself against the rock as you felt his strength against you. You felt him against your ass, closing your eyes wanting nothing else than him right now. His free hand slowly moved your hair away from your back so he could trace your spine down to your ass, which he then aggressively spanked.

“You need to be more loud next time.” He ordered, pushing you against the rock one last time. His rough actions weren’t anything new to you, it often happened after a battle. Once he had you bent over against a random building, few minutes after being attacked by a group of bounty hunters.

You were powerless against him, so you decided to rest your face against the rough texture of the rock, only feeling his hand holding your wrists together.

“Tell me when to stop,” he breathed out as he brushed himself against your entrance, the water making it more difficult to see, but that didn’t stop him. You could feel him against your folds, trying to hold back a moan.

Without any warning he pushed forward, burying himself inside of you. Both of you cried out at the same time, trying to compose yourself, feeling him spreading your walls, not even halfway in yet.

“Qimir fuck.” You shout out, his hand finally leaving yours so you could hold yourself against the rock as he slowly started to push himself deeper, as much as you allowed him to. No matter how many times he used you, you never got used to the feeling of having him inside, filling you to the fullest.

His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you steady as he began to thrust roughly. You knew he’d leave marks on your hips based on how strongly he was gripping you, pounding into you mercilessly.

You used all your power to keep yourself standing, gripping any part of the rock, not caring about the bruising you’d be left with.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” He growled, pounding into you harder, sliding in and out of you. His one hand left your hips to reach out for your hair, pulling your head back.

You felt his breath on you back as he pulled you against him, his thrusts becoming sloppier, hungrier. He was close. His chest pressed against your back, his hands finding your breasts, fondling them, not stopping abusing your g-spot.

"Qimir, please," you whispered, reaching out to hold onto something, for your legs started to feel weaker, the water splashing around with every thrust of his distracting you.

"I know," he breathed into your ear, chills travelling down your spine. Without warning, he pulled himself out of you, turning you back to him again, your back scratching against the rock. Lifting you, you wrapped your legs around his hips as he pushed himself into you again, thrusting harder than before. He leaned against the rock, his arms around your head. You ignored the pain of your back being pushed repeatedly against the rock and only focused on his cock filling you up so good, hitting all the spots you never reached yourself. Your arms wrapped around his torso, your nails leaving long marks on his back.

"Please," you begged, feeling yourself closer than before. You felt him starting to twitch inside of you, both of you so close. Two more thrust into you, he panted, feeling his climax building up inside of him. He couldn't hold back any longer, his hips bucking wildly as he came hard inside of you, filling you up with his cum. At the same time, you felt your walls contract around his thick cock, feeling him fill you up as your eyes filled with tears from the intense orgasm.

You didn't realize or hear the loud crash as Qimir pushed too hard against the rock next to your head, cracking it in half before it fell into the water, splashing the both of you with a huge wave.

Your hair was now dripping wet, curling at the ends, leaning against Qimir's chest, who tried to regain his composure. Both of you stood there for a few seconds, staring at the cracked stone lying in the water next to you.

You flinched at Qimir's arms, holding you tightly against him. He didn't bother to move and decided to stay inside of you for as long as you let him.

"Next time," you murdered, raising your head to look at him, his eyes still dark, filled with lust. "on the shore, please."

[theblueraven]

Fic Masterlist

Star wars:

Clones are People not Property

Anakin realises that Palpatin is a bad person and has a emotional breakdown.

To rewrite the nighmares (or the 1000 year old sith plan) with your dick -- Cody x Obi-wan (EXPLICIT SMUT)

Cody is getting nightmars of Obi-wan dying due to the chips and accidentally rewrites order 66.

Wild Child

Young Child Obi-wan finds himself with the true mandalorians and causes some problems.

Another day to freeze, another day to fall another day to fly

Obi-wan has a panic attack after gettign back from Mela/daan and Qui-gon helps him calm down and feel better.

Ring Around the Rosie -- Fox x Quinlan Vos

Quinlan is stuck in a time loop and draggs Fox into it. Fox trys to end it (ambuguous ending)

The Obelisk -- Obi-wan Kenobi x Jaster Mereel x Kal Skirata

Obi-wan is transported into a diffrent timeline where the Mandalorian empire never fell.

Corrupted Chips -- Obi-wan Kenobi x COmmander Cody x Alpha-17

Five years after the fall of the republic the clones are still in use. The chips -never designed to last so long- have started to breakdown and corrupt themselves.

Gravity Falls

30 Years of Wilderness

Oneshots of Feral Ford and his famliy trying to help him adapt.

Axolotl Sightings

Oneshots of various Gravity falls Charecters meeting the Axolotl when they need it. Not that they know they just meet a god.

Will be updated as I write more

[captainrexsir]

What if…

I went more insane than Fox trying to write all of these simultaneously?

Would anyone want to read them? What format is best for everyone? Tumblr? Ao3 (I’ve never used it to publish)? Wattpad(does anyone use wattpad anymore? lol)?

Please repost with which story you’re most interested in and why! :) helps feed my willpower to handle them all and not keep asking my man if it’s worth the mental break I may have doing this lmao

#alsotakingapplicationsforwriterfriends

(Feed back appreciatedddd)

[zeenmrala]

Devotion: A Memoir by eloquentmoon Mimi Mirage ♡

Mimi Mirage: galactic pop princess, Coruscant's sweetheart and 'it girl' of the Clone Wars. The lesbian Twi'leki popstar sang, danced and partied her way through the Coruscant scene until she was featured on every holo across the Core Worlds. This posthumous memoir is a tell-all of her controversial life: the tragedy of her childhood on Alderaan, her teen years in various "correctional" boot camps across the stars, the details of all her bad girl romances, the trials and tribulations of being a pop-star during a galactic conflict (including all the details of THAT performance), as well as her time in hiding from the Empire, her capture and eventual rescue by the Rebellion. "A dramatic autobiography, dripping with gossip, romance and heartbreak. In her life, Mimi has been many things to many people. Finally, this is her story, in her own words..." New edition! Now featuring an exclusive foreword by Princess Leia Organa!

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Devotion: A Memoir by Mimi Mirage

Word count (so far): 4k Rating: Mature (18+ only) Relationships: OC / OC, OC / Asajj Ventress, OC / Fennec Shand Tags/TW: Individual tags listed for each chapter. Please note that this story contains major character death and descriptions of unwanted sexual advances/non-con. Foreword by Princess Leia Organa

Prologue - The End

Chapter one - My Folks

TBA

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[snorkin-sporks]

My soggy little fic part five (holy shit??)

Paz Vizsla is very not okay. [chapter 5]

Paz awoke to a chill in his veins and an ache in his head, blinking his eyes open, he peered around the dark room. He was still in the imperial med-bay, but no longer on the floor, he could feel IV drip tubes laying across his forearm, and the bag positioned on his chest, his body supported upright by some sort of cushion. Paz took a deep breath, although the sharp pain in his ribs stopped much movement.

Something stirred. Paz listened closely, and could hear a soft sob, cut off by a sniffle, and then, in a shaky voice, his maybe-captor spoke.

“You awake yet? ‘Bout time, had me worried." The voice was soft, with a slight Mandalorian accent. He was safe.

“Is he dead? Gideon?” Paz strained out,with a burning in his throat, still raw from screaming.

“Lek, I saw his melted armour after the fires, nasty stuff still had bits of ‘im in it.” he could hear the man shudder.

“And the ship?” was his son alive?

“I made sure everyone was off ‘fore I crashed it.”

Footsteps approached, and a man crouched in his field of vision. It took Paz a moment, but recognition came like a slap to the face.

“Woves.” Paz was still helmetless, and it was Axe karking Woves?? He gritted his teeth. He certainly wasn’t going to kill him, despite their disagreements, he had still saved Paz, and he owed the man that much.

“I was on a mission scouting the base when i got separated from the others, and then I found you. Ruusaan is getting an evac team to come get us, but for now we just have to wait. No use trying to move with you in this state.” He wasn’t wrong, Paz was still injured, but how long would they be stuck here waiting?

“We’re going to be here for a day or two, so get some sleep. We’ll find your beskar’gam tomorrow, seeing your face is dush’aalaan.”

“Kriff you too Woves.”

“Jate ca’ra Vizsla.” Paz could hear the osik-eating grin on his face, and he didn’t think it was going away anytime soon.

[adrunkskeletonsduck]

hi!! may i request obi wan x reader fluff? something with forced proximity, as its my favorite trope :') I was thinking obiwan and reader are on a mission, and are forced to hide in a small space together, leading to a confession or a kiss or something along that nature! Thanks a lot if you do end up writing this, but dont feel pressured to do so!

I am genuinely so sorry that I took so long with this. And that goes out to anyone who requested me something back at the end of November. I rlly appreciate your patience with me <3

10:16ᴀᴍ

➜ Pairing: Obi wan Kenobi x reader

➜ Warnings: Gn!reader, reader is injured, not properly proofread

➜ Word Count: 0.8k

➜ Notes: None

Being trapped on a separatist cruiser as you were forced to wait for reinforcements was not the way you had wanted to spend your day. Nothing about this situation was ideal, especially not the searing pain in your side that was slowing down you and Obi-wan down as you attempted to regroup with Cody and the 212th who were on the other side of the ship.  

Usually, you would be able to just push through the pain, but this time your wound seemed to be particularly bad as you could barely walk on your own. Your arm was slung around Obi-wans neck and his arm was wrapped around your waist while the other held your hand allowing you to lean your body weight onto him.  

The clanking of droids came from down the hall, interrupting your thought process and putting you into a state of panic when you realized that the sound getting closer and closer. You mumbled curses to yourself frantically looking around for any place to hide.  

“You don’t suppose we could fit in the vents, do you?” Obi wan asked, bitter sarcasm leaking into his tone.  

“Even if we could I don’t think I’d be able to get in like this,” you replied through gritted teeth, eyes still darting back and forth the corridor.  

“There!” Obi-wan exclaimed suddenly, and you didn’t even have time to register what was going on before you were pulled into a small room. The sudden movement sent a bolt of pain shooting up your body, and you clamped down on your cheek to suppress a loud groan. 

 Just a moment after the doors had closed you could hear the droids turn into the hallway you had been in and walk past the room, if it could even be called that, you and the dirty blonde Jedi were hiding in. The two of you let out a breath of relief as they walked past you uneventfully.  

You opened your mouth, looking up at Obi wan to tell him that the two of you should probably get going again but the words died in your throat when you found him already looking at you, your face inches apart, so close that you could feel him breath on your lips. Your cheeks flushed a deep red as you realized how close the two of you were, despite the fact that he wasn’t carrying half your weight anymore and you pressed yourself into the wall behind you, a pointless attempt at distance.  

“You know, Cody and the rest of the men are probably waiting for us, so we should probabl-” You started, gasping as you felt his fingers wrap around your wrist, stopping you from opening the door.  

“I think they can wait just a little longer,” he cut you off, eyes meeting yours as you looked up at him. You swallowed heavily, feeling the air become thick with tension. His other hand came to cup your cheek, and your breath hitched in your throat, eyes locked onto the others as he inched closer to you until he you were just centimeters apart.  

His breath fanned across your face as he spoke in a whisper, “How's your side?”  

“Fine,” you breathed in reply, watching as his eyes flit down to your lips. He hummed in response, and you opened your mouth beginning to speak, “i really don’t think-” You weren't able to finish as he cut you off, pressing his lips against yours making you whimper as you melted against him.  

You’d wanted this for so long, but you’d never even entertained the idea of it being a reality because it was wrong, and risky and dangerous. None of that seemed to matter to either of you though, because even with all that, it felt so good. The feeling of his lips pressed against yours and his hands on your body, leaving a blazing trail of heat in their wake had all your worry's flying out of your mind. Leaving you thinking about nothing but him.  

You weren't sure whether it was the need to breathe or the clanking of more droids passing by, but one of the two had you whispering his name and pulling away. You couldn’t meet his gaze as you spoke, to flustered to even spare a glance in his direction.  

“We should probably get going,” you said, clearing your throat awkwardly. Thank the Maker that the room was pitch black because from the feel of it, your face was probably as red a tomato.  

“Yeah,” he swallowed heavily, taking a step back, “We should.”  

“We can – uhhh – finish this later,” you mumbled, regretting the words the minute they were out of your mouth. You glanced at him for the first time since your kiss, hoping he hadnt heard you as he wrapped his arm around you and slung your arm around his neck. You watched as a small smirk grew on his face. He’d definitely heard you.  

“Later,” he repeated. 

[sinnn8]

old roots

Pairing: Din Djarin x Fem!Reader

summary- you and Din had an awful breakup years ago. Soon to be reunited years later but there is still salt in the wound.

A/N- I have not written in a while so let's do this thang. also, send me requests it would be greatly appreciated! this is just short and sweet.

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Word of the Mandalorian spread across the galaxy like wildfire. You haven't seen him in years ever since he betrayed the old crew. After the crew split you haven't heard anything about Mando till now.

Why now? you questioned yourself, why all of a sudden he popped out of no were. The day he betrayed the crew was the day he left you with a broken heart. Ever since then, you've been living in Tatooine and recently started working for Peli Motto.

"Y/N!!!!!" you hear Peli scream across the shop "Yes?" you rolled your eyes. She got up and dusted her hands and clothing "One of our regulars is coming clear the landing pad".

so you called over the droids who were covering the landing pad and soon an N1 Starfighter landed. On what looked like a passenger side was a green-looking thing. you soon see whos driving the starfighter, it was Mando with the same exact armor that he had always worn.

Peil went up to the vehicle with the biggest smile "where is the child!" Mando opened the back and Grogu jumped into Pelis's arms. "I'll babysit him but it will cost ya" Mando sighs "fine". You still were staring, out of all people in the galaxy why him.

Then he makes eye contact with you shit. you were completely frozen and didn't know what to say or do complete utter shock. so you uttered "Mando" Peli in shock "You two know each other?" you nod "Something like that".

You began to work on the starfighter trying to ignore his presence. But you couldn't. you turned around to see that he had left finally so you continued to work.

By the time your shift was over the starfighter was repaired and he returned. As you clocked out and gathered your stuff to go home you crossed each other and you both came to a stop. you and Din both turn around and make eye contact.

"y/n..look-" you cut him off "Save it, you left me and you think I'm supposed to forgive you". " No Y/n I didn't ask for your forgiveness, I knew what I did then and there. Migs were going to betray me so i had to flee, so I did and left everything behind including the person I loved". you start to tear up "Then why did you leave me, I could've been with you". din picks up your chin "A life of a bounty hunter isn't a life I would choose for us".

you lift his helmet a little and press your lips against his, you missed his touch. you both slit apart as your hand traveled down to his hand "I missed this" "So did I Meshla".

(thank you for reading 〵(^ o ^)〴)

[arduadastra]

I LOVE THEM 😭

This isn’t working for me.

THE MANDALORIAN | Chapter 23: The Spies

[satinestales]

❝here i blur into you❞ | qimir x fem!reader

pairing: qimir x fem!reader

summary: you've been stranded on an unknown island with your nemesis for weeks now, the air getting filled with unpalatable tension as you try to find a way to get away from him. one afternoon, the tension breaks as he offers his knowledge to help you train.

warnings: english is not my native language, reader also has a twin and has a similar situation as osha, reader is a bit paranoid, lot of foreplay from qimir, teasing, fingering, cunnilungus, vulgar terms,

now playing, acquainted by the weeknd

He smelled like sandalwood, filling the air every time he passed you by or handed you a plate of food. For the first few days, you ignored it, letting it brush against your nose, your thoughts concentrating on how to get out of the island or how to kill him without breaking the code. But after nights and nights of sleeping in the same cave, sharing his space, and smelling him in every corner, it started to drive you crazy.

You lost your nerves last morning during your hand-picked breakfast when he strolled into the cave after his morning swim, water still dripping from his hair, the smell punching you in the nose, leaving you dizzy and breathless. You didn't know where you wanted to go, but as you picked up your things and bottle of water, it wasn't your main concern.

The smell itself didn't bother you. He bothered you. You knew exactly what game he was playing. With your sister, he played the role of a big brother, older protecter that she always wanted and wished for. With you, his mask dropped, revealing a charming seductive character. Every time he handed you something, he towered over you, gazing into your eyes so intensely it made your knees shake. Or when he walked towards you, he took his time, his eyes going up and down your figure until they fixated on you, staring at you until he came so close you could feel his breath brushing over your face. The slightest touches of his hands, the knuckle strokes, the skin contact when he healed your wounds.

He was trying to seduce you, knowing your weaknesses, just so you'd turn your back on the jedi and stay with him. As a padawan, desire was one of the forbidden emotions, alongside hate, anger, and fear. You never felt the touch of another, not one you desired.

His act had its way with you. You didn't deny it, but it was just a role for him. A mask he put on whenever you were close. You wanted to know the real him and maybe even try to help him. Instead, you were met with lustful eyes and breathtaking smell of his. A few days ago, you returned his gaze when he spoke to you, to try to read his thoughts and emotions. You only saw the colour red.

After you stormed out of the cave, leaving Qimir wondering, you kept walking around for about thirty minutes before you found yourself surrounded by smaller rocks, standing ankles deep in a hot sand. It wasn't that far away from the cave but far enough to get away from him and his sandalwood smell.

You dropped your bottle and some spare clothes on one of the flat rocks, letting yourself fall on your ass, letting out an anxious breath. You had no idea what you were going to do, how to act, or how to survive the upcoming days. You were certain Sol was going to find you and save you. You started to think about Yord and Jecki. You weren't that close to Yord, even in your padawan days. Jecki, you knew from afar, but she always had a soft smile on her lips. Your heart ached for them, feeling guilty even if there was nothing you could do.

You sat there for hours, staring at your dirty shoes. You were frozen. You needed to train. You were sure there was going to be time when you would have to protect yourself against Qimir and his brute strength. He killed Yord with his bare hands. As long as you would attack his hands first, you'd be safe.

You found a branch, pictured it as a lightsaber, and started repeating over and over fighting methods you were taught by your master. You held up till the sunset, and when the sun rose again, you picked up the branch and started again.

You didn't bother with breaks. You kept going till your knees gave up, and your arms fell by your side. Your chest rose up and down fast as you sat down, the branch falling metres away from you. You rested your head against the closest rock, daring to close your eyes. You were away for almost a day, with no food, just water to keep you company. You slowly started to regret leaving so impulsively, but you had no idea what you would do if you'd stay another minute around the intoxicating smell of his.

You had to fall asleep, your body reacting to the unknown sound earlier than you. Trying to compose yourself as you rubbed your cheek, painful and red, from resting against the hard rock. You picked yourself up, turning around to find where the sound came from. It didn't take you long, for Qimir revealed himself, appearing just a few metres away from you, a bag around his shoulder. He took you in, scanning your body like he was searching for any weapons or injuries. He found nothing, only a thin branch right behind your feet.

"You could at least take some food." he broke the brooding silence and your mutual staring contest. His voice was soft, small tug on the corned of his lips. He wore his usual beige shirt, transparent to his muscles. You shook your head, trying to focus on something else than his forearms as he put down his bag to take out the stuff he brought you.

"I'm not hungry," you lied, holding steadily your position, scanning his every move. He took out all the food to put them on the rocks in front of you, gently, making sure not to drop anything. He didn't forget to bring you fresh water, new clothes and a lightsaber.

Lightsaber.

You took a quick step back at the sight of the lightsaber, your ankle meeting with a rock. He brought a lightsaber. He was going to kill you now. You were sure of it.

"It's for you," he read your mind, making himself a place to sit next to the food, lightsaber at the opposite end of the food row. He tilted his head, softly smiling at you. "The tide is going to end by tomorrow," he said, his eyes set low, eyebags underneath. "you could disappear."

"What do you want?" you asked, attitude and hidden fear in your voice. Why was he helping you. Why did he inform you about the tide and possible escape. Was he planning something?

"For you to eat," he smiled, his teeth showing up for a second. "I have no desire to hurt you or let you die of starvation." His hands rested on his lap, his eyes soft and gentle, morning sun reflecting in them. He was beautiful in this light. But you shook that though away.

"What's with the lightsaber," you pointed with your head to the weapon, not daring to move, feeling his eyes burn into your skin.

"I made it for you," he replied quietly, looking over at the saber. You flinched when he slowly stood up, walking towards it to pick it up, holding it so the handle could be in your direction. He was close, too close to your liking, a small circle of rocks surrounding you two. "Figured you'd want one." he purred, taking slow steps towards you, not breaking his gaze at you. Like he was waiting for you to run, taking in every detail of you.

He stopped at arm length, lifting the lightsaber to you. You didn't move to take it and just stared at it. It was small compared to his hand, plainly black.

"How long is it since you've held one?" he asked, almost in whisper, looking down at you with curiousity. You didn't answer, forcing to look away from the saber, mirroring his intense gaze. You tried to read him again but failed. You were too tired to even see one small thought. He took a step closer, instinctively you wanted to take a step back, but the rock behind you made you stumble, Qimir's arm catching you sharply, pulling you back up.

He was so close now that the saber handle was touching your ribs, his breath tickling your face again, the sandalwood, again, penetrating the air. You tried to move away, pushing against him, but he didn't move an inch. He looked like a marble statue against the light.

"Take it," he growled, shaking with the saber a little. When you still didn't move, he took your hand and placed it on the weapon, his grip strong and tense. "Turn it on," he moved even closer, the head of the lightsaber pushing against his abdomen.

Turn it on.

You repeated his words.

Turn it on and get it over with.

Only you couldn't. You tried to force your hand to move, but like someone froze it, it was paralyzed.

"I'm not like you." You managed to let out, breaking your neck to look up at him. "I don't attack the unarmed."

"When did I attack the defenceless?" he asked, still holding your arm firmly, keeping you standing in one place. His hair fell like a black curtain around his eyes that stared into yours, awaiting an answer.

"Jecki," your voice broke at the memory of her. She had no reason to be there. She should have been safe at the temple.

You heard him take a deep breath, his fingers slightly amplifying the pressure around your wrist. "She attacked first,"

"She was a child." You raised your voice, trying to move away from him but as much as you wanted he didn't let you.

"Your Master brought her there. He knew the risk." He replied, his voice soft and calm with no hints of remorse.

"What do you want?" You cried out, furrowing your eyebrows. You wanted to scream at him, punch him, fight him, erase the stupid smell he had that drove you crazy and confused your thoughts.

"For you to eat," he repeated, stupid smile dancing on his lips. For a second, you wondered why he wore a mask to hide his beautiful face, but you quickly erased it. With the final push, he let go of your arm and stared at you as you made your way towards the food. You devoured embarrassingly quickly, forgetting about the claim you weren't hungry. All the time he stood there, watching you carefully.

When you finished eating, you took advantage of the bird that took Qimir's attention for a moment to hide the fork and knife behind your belt. It was stupid, but it counted as something. You could sharpen it using the rocks and use it when he'd attack you in your sleep.

"Why won't you kill me?" You asked after you finished your plate, reaching for the water bottle. You felt his stare. Everywhere. At that point you didn't know if he was still playing the role of a whore or he just had a staring problem. Both options made you nervous.

"As I said, I have no desire to." He smiled, kneeling down to squat. He slowly started rolling up his sleeves, the scars on his arms now more visible than ever. His long, thick fingers were wrapped around the lightsaber, his other hand now hanging in the air.

It was useless talking to him. It was obvious before, ridiculous now. You nodded, accepting you won't get any honest answer out of him.

"Thanks for the food, you better get going now." You slowly stood up, your stomach full and warm. "Time for your daily swim." you added, hoping he'd leave you alone till tomorrow when you could swim to the other side and leave this abandoned island.

You didn't hear him letting out a chuckle, his dimples showing. "I can take one here," he pointed at the calm water in front of you, guarded by gigantic rocks.

Great.

"Do whatever you want," you murmured, trying to convince yourself you're okay with his presence. Naked presence. You saw him the first few days, where you followed him every morning, not trusting anything he said. He invited you to join him every time, and every time you didn't say anything, just stood on guard, scanning and taking in every movement he made.

He was well built, with big arms, strong back, and powerful legs. Was he stripping in front of you as a part of his act, or was he just that unbothered by your presence. You hoped it was neither. You rather got tricked than ignored.

"Okay," you heard him murmur, walking towards you for his clothes. You flinched, taking a big step away from him, finding the lightsaber lying in the sand. As he slowly made his way to the water and started to undress, you took the lightsaber in your hands, feeling it, remembering the last time you held it.

You started your routine again, this time with your lightsaber, the branch left lying in the sand. You were well aware he was watching you, motivating you to show off and not to embarrass yourself.

Minutes ran by before you heard a splash, Qimir walking out of the water. You didn't even think to turn around, but your body decided for you. Your head tilted his direction, your eyes going up and down his figure. It wasn't the first time you saw it but this time you saw it from a clear view.

Suddenly, you had a hard time swallowing the saliva forming in your mouth, your heart aggressively punching your ribs.

Focus.

You quickly turned your head back, hoping to remember what you were doing before you scanned his form. You wondered if it would hurt, or would it be pleasurable.

You felt shame thinking about these things, but you never received an answer. The Jedi around you never answered, and those outside you didn't trust.

The unknown heat overtook you again, you had to close your eyes to regain your focus. Instead, The Force directed you back to him. His grin fixated his lips as he put on his clothes, not bothering to dry himself. Water droplets falling from his hair to his shoulders, his muscles forming themselves against the skin-tight robe.

Opening your eyes, you took a glimpse of your lightsaber, unaware of Qimir slowly approaching you. You practised your movements, your hand twists, and leg work. You had to get used to the weight of the lightsaber after years of not touching one.

You stopped yourself from turning his direction when you felt his touch on your shoulders.

"Keep your shoulders back," he whispered, forcing your shoulders back into their correct position. You froze, now only focusing on the warmth reflecting of his body. He bent over so his lips could reach your ears, and his hands travelled down to your biceps. "Your elbows up. You have them too low." he simply added, his lips brushing against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You pressed your legs together, unaware of your need.

You listened to him, tho, keeping your shoulders and elbows in the position he moved them. His hands didn't touch you fully, only tickling the surface of your skin, but it was enough to make you burn.

"You need to spread your legs," he added, hearing a small smile while informing you. You fought the urge to turn and hit him in the face with the lightsaber handle.

When you didn't listen, he forced his knee between your legs, forcing them apart.

"So you don't fall over," he whispered against your ear, the little hair on your neck standing up.

"I didn't ask for help," you uttered, bitterness in your tone. You wanted him gone, but not for the same reason you did yesterday. For the reason that he made you have physical reactions without touching you. Having to press your legs together because of his voice. Feeling your skin burn by feeling him pressed against your back.

"You obviously need it," He smiled against your earlobe before pulling back just to let his hands fall onto yours, checking the way you hold your saber. He fixed the placement of your fingers, his breath on your neck erasing all of your thoughts. His warm wet chest pressed against your back, his breath tickling you. Your ass pressed against his abdomen. It was all too much for you. You shouldn't be feeling this way.

Yes, he was attractive. Yes, he was charismatic and soft when he wanted to be. But he wield the power of the dark side. He couldn't be trusted. You were scared the dreams you were having so often might become true.

"Use your thumb," he woke you up from your thoughts, pushing himself against your back as he held your hands. His voice was low and dark. "Place it on the top to hold it steadily. That way, it won't slip out of your hands, and you won't have to use strength to keep it in place." Even the way he talked and taught you almost drove you over the edge. You knew that's what he wanted and fought hard against it.

"I know how to hold a lightsaber." You hissed, shaking off his hands. Regretting it as his hands found its way to your lower back, pushing in, you had to hold back a moan,

"Straight posture." he simply said, ignoring you, leaving his hands on the back of your hips. You focused on taking deep breaths, hoping the heat between your legs would go away.

Almost as if he felt it, his hands moved from the back to the front, tickling the exposed skin of your stomach. You wanted to cry out, his touch driving you insane. You wanted to do something and, at the same time, nothing. You wanted him to take you, but you also wanted to drive the lightsaber through his skull.

"You won't fight anyone without a straight posture," he emphasized, pushing his fingers into your stomach, holding you in place.

"I've fought many people without you before." you replied angrily, a small moan leaving your lips at the end of the sentence as he moved his fingers lower, under your belly button.

"And did you win?" he mocked you, whispering into your ear. His hands right above the place you used your fingers while wishing they were his.

You were done with his stupid comments and mockery, pushing against him to turn and punch him, but he didn't let you move a muscle. He was too strong.

"What do they teach you," he asked, genuine curiosity in his tone. "They don't teach you how to stand still or how to hold a lightsaber. Only how to surpress your emotions to become a hollow shell."

"That's not true," you argued. "We are taught to control our emotions, to feel them but not to let them get the best out of us."

"So why do you supress what you really want?" his voice turned into whisper again, his thumb making circling motion on your lower stomach. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew you were about to give up.

"Why do you shy away from your desire?" he added, using little to no strength to bring you skin to skin to him, feeling his length on your lower back.

Accidental moan left your lips. You closed your eyes out of embarrassment, wishing he didn't hear that. But you weren't that stupid.

"It's the path, path to the dark side." you stumbled over your words, feeling his fingers go lower, right above the belt of your pants.

Fuck.

"Then stop me," he whispered, his index finger going slowly underneath the hem of your pants. "Stop my hand. I'll let you." he added.

You didn't move a muscle. Only rested your head against his chest and let your arms fall by your side, lightsaber falling into the sand. You wanted him, and he wanted you. There was no reason to fight it. That was a problem for your future self.

"Tell me," he purred, his right hand painfully slowly maling their way to the hem of your panties. "Has anyone ever touched you like this?"

He was mocking you, playing with you. He knew no one ever had. You didn't count. "No," was your simple answer, wanting to dig yourself a deep hole in the ground and bury yourself in it.

"How does it feel?" he asked, his fingers finally reaching your wet bundle of nerves, slowly starting to circle your clit. You grabbed his arm out of shock, digging your nails into his skin. It felt too good. You were dripping wet, it was too easy for him to find your weak spot.

"As a Jedi, you can't even be with the people you love," he murmured into your ear before starting to leave small kisses down to your neck. "Can't give them the pleasure they deserve."

His fingers started to go up and down your clit, always stopping right before your entrance. You wanted to start begging for him to take you, but you didn't want to embarrass yourself more than you already have. You didn't pay attention to anything he was saying, only focusing on his fingers driving you crazy, making it difficult to keep a steady stance.

"What kind of life is that? Hmm?" His sloppy kisses and his fingers teasing your core themselves, almost had you falling over the edge. You were so touch deprived you were surprised you didn't cum when he touched you for the first time.

"Qimir," you cried out, wanting his fingers inside of you already. The first time, you said his name out loud. And he listened. His fingers stopped their movements, deserving an annoyed groan from you. He took them out of your pants, placing them on your waist to circle you so he could be face to face with you.

He didn't say anything before he bent his legs, kneeling in front of you, letting the sand swallow him. He looked up at you with pitch-black eyes, hinting on your pants. You understood, taking your time but nodding, letting him take off your pants and underwear.

The urge to cover your face and run away was strong, but the feeling of his mouth on your clit was stronger. You cried out hard, grabbing his hair as he dipped his tongue between your folds. This is what the Jedi deprived you of. You wanted to scream.

Qirim's tongue moved with rhythm against your dripping cunt, his fingers holding you still by your hips. Your hands were tangled in his hair, tugging on them every time he moved his tongue, teasing your entrance.

"Fuck," you hissed, your knees bending. Qimir quickly caught you, not stopping assaulting your clit. "Qimir, please," you begged. You weren't sure what you were wishing for anymore, but his name in your mouth felt almost as good as his tongue felt between your folds.

Your arms moved from his hair to his shoulders, holding yourself steady when his hand left your hip to put them between your legs. You caught a glimpse of his face when you looked down. Lustful dark eyes, messy hair, sweaty against his forehead, his nose and mouth covered in your slick. The view itself almost had you cumming on his tongue. So when his fingers joined the game, pushing inside of you, betwen your walls you let a pornographic moan. You were alone on this island but if someone was on the other end, you were certain they could hear you.

His fingers moved fast, in and out of you, spreading and curling inside of you. He was gentle with you at first but as he felt you getting closer and closer to the edge he threw all the respect out of the window, fucking you mercilessly with his thick fingers.

If his mouth and fingers had you screaming his name you wondered how his cock would feel.

"Qimir, I'm- " you cried out, wanting to warn him, but he felt it. The way your walls started to contract, crushing his fingers inside of you. His tongue kept circling your clit, adding to the pleasure. You were sure you formed new scars on his shoulders as you came hard around his fingers and tongue, failing to catch your breath and keep your legs straight and strong.

He held you for a few minutes as you rested against him, his lips still glossy with your wetness. Without thinking, you bended over to press your lips against his, tasting yourself, mixed with the flavor of him.

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The Obelisk

Obi-wan Kenobi/Jaster Mereel/Kal Skitera

Hurt/Comfort, Self-Esteem Issues, Emotional Manipulation, Manipulation, Bad Parent Qui-Gon Jinn, Jedi Master Dooku (Star Wars), Timeline What Timeline, Alternate Timelines, Dimension Travel, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, No Beta We Die Like Clones

Obi-wan is struggling with his aprentiship under Qui-gon. With the plan to separate on Mandalore Obi-wan is transported to another timeline where the Mandalorian Empire never fell. With the attentions of the Mand'alor and there aliit Obi-wan is drawn between a choice. On the other side, the jedi are slowly realising what had been happening, both with the children as well as masters and must figure out where to go.

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Apricity (Qimir x Lover reader)

Ratings: Angst | Slight fluff | Mentions of nudity | He doesn’t realize what he has until it’s gone

Summary: Qimir chooses his padawan over you, going back on his promise and leaving you with one choice… To leave.

For the longest time, it has always been you and him. The two of you against the entire galaxy, searching for a place to belong. Long nights spent tangled up in sheets and days spent traveling the galaxy. It felt nice not to feel so lonely anymore, to belong to someone and have a purpose.

Until he wanted more.

“You want a pupil?” You sat up in bed, the cool air circling from the cave entrance caressing your skin.

He sat up as well, his hand circling around your waist as he pulled you closer to him, “I want to pass my knowledge onto someone else…” His thumb brushed against your side, “I want an acolyte.” He leaned in to press kisses on your neck.

“Then why not just get me pregnant?”

He grinned, breathing a content chuckle against your skin, “You would like that wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t mind it.” The thought of a child, a mix of both you and Qimir, running around excited you.

He pulled back to look you in the eyes, “I promise, once my work is done and I have an acolyte to carry out my will. You and I can finally live without constantly hiding and we can have all the children we could want.”

“Promise?”

“Promise my flower.”

That was two years ago before he found… Mae. You believed in his words, kept his identity a secret, and stood by faithfully as he spent all of his time training her.

He said that he didn’t want to risk your life, that was why your love would remain a secret. You could understand his reasoning and you complied as you always did.

Sometimes he would leave you on the unknown planet you both made your home…

You decided long ago to call the planet Apricty because no matter how cold it felt, your love kept it warm. But that warmth slowly began to fade with each passing month he spent away from you. It was always the same line.

“I thought that maybe we could take a tripe to Naboo?”

“I can’t my flower, but I promise soon.”

“Today is our anniversary. I wanted to make something special for us for dinner. When will you be home?”

“I can’t my flower, but I promise soon we will celebrate.”

“Can I come with you this time? I feel…” alone…

“I can’t take you with me my flower, but I promise soon.”

You spent most of your time walking along the beach, collecting shells and taking in the scenery of the waves crashing against the rocks. Today was no different as you sat on the edge of the beach, dipping your toes into the freezing water.

You were bored and lonely and you just, “I miss him.” You admitted quietly to no one. You’ve found yourself talking to the force lately. You weren’t like Qimir, you had no strong connection and you couldn’t wield the force, but you felt close to it as the force reminded you of Qi.

“I miss waking up to him humming as he cooked breakfast… I miss his jokes and that lopsided grin of his… I miss cooking dinner for him and running my hands through his hair… I miss our adventures… I… I miss…” You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt tear drops hit your hands, “I miss him.” You sobbed.

You were concerned and you were scared for him that his ambitions would take him to where you couldn’t follow.

You were cutting potatoes to put in a stew, humming a song that Qimir used to sing to you. It gave you some sense of humanity staying here alone for the past couple of months. Your tears had long since dried from earlier today and your only plan was to eat dinner and go to bed.

“Your voice is just as beautiful as I remember my flower.” You heard him speak behind you and you froze wondering if you were imagining him again.

“Qi…” You whispered his name as you turned to find him standing there, a small smile on his face.

Your eyes tear up as you stood and rushed towards him. He engulfed you in his arms and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

“It’s been so long.” You cried into his shirt.

“I know, I’m sorry my flower.” He whispered into your hair as he caressed your body.

You pulled back to look him over, “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” You notice the tired look on his face, “What happened?”

“Jedi.” He muttered as he pressed his forehead against yours, “I took care of them.”

You breathed in his scent as closed your eyes… You were happy that he was back and you once again felt safe in his arms… That is until you heard a noise emanating from your room.

“What was that?” You wondered as you pulled away from him.

“My flower, there’s something I need to tell you about.” He said.

There was nothing in his expression that would allow anyone to know what he was thinking… But you weren’t just anyone.

“What is it?” A frown crossed your lips as you could see the guilt in his eyes.

“I brought Osha here.” He muttered knowing he could not lie to you.

“Osha?” Your brows furrowed, “Your acolyte’s sister? Why?”

“Mae betrayed me. I believe Osha is the acolyte I need.”

You pushed him away, your joy of him returning morphing into frustration, “You brought her here?”

“I had no other choice.” He pressed.

“You always have a choice.” You turned away from him. It was ironic how now you wanted space from him.

He took a step towards you wrapping his arms around your waist, “She was hurt, please. I wouldn’t have brought her here if I didn’t have a choice.”

You sighed and closed your eyes, “Alright.” You whispered quietly.

He turned you around and pressed a kiss to your lips, “Thank you my flower. You have always supported me and I love you for that.”

“Of course.” You brushed your nose against his, “I love you.”

You spent your evening tending to the girl’s wound, something you never dreamed of doing, but here you are. You were happy though that at least Qimir was back and hopefully now you can go with him places.

Or so you thought.

You both stood outside of the cave as he told you, “For my plan to work, you can’t tell her that we are together.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned him, “What does our love have anything to do with her as your new acolyte?”

“She needs to see that to truly be powerful she cannot have any attachment to her old life.” He explained, “Trust me on this, please.” He asked once again.

“Who…” You frowned softly, a sad look in your gaze, “Who would you have me be?”

“You’ll be my smuggler, just for a little while.” He placed his hands on your arms, “I swear that it won’t be for long. Just until she accepts who she is.”

“Okay…” You whispered unsure.

Why do you always say yes to him? Why can’t you just tell him that this hurts you more than slicing your own skin? Then being left alone. It felt as if he didn’t want to belong to you anymore…

“Who are you?” Osha asked behind you from where you were making lunch.

“No one important.” You spoke softly, “How is your wound?”

“It’s… Better… Thank you.” She spoke unsure.

“I did what I could with what I had.” You motioned to a bag, “There are some clothes and things for you in there. They are mine, but I’m sure they’ll fit.”

I could hear her make her way over to the bag and open it to inspect the items, “Why are you helping me?” She wondered.

“Because he asked.” You stated as you added more vegetables to the curry, “And because I’m not a bad person.”

You heard her pick up the bag and carry it to the back room to change.

“Qi is outside.” You told her, “I’ll come fetch you both for lunch when it’s ready.”

You hoped that you didn’t seem too mean or awkward as you brushed off your pants. At least the curry turned out good. You thought as you slipped on your shoes and one of Qimir’s coat that you stole. His scent was still there but faded from how many times you’ve worn it while he was away.

“You are not going to give that back are you?” He chuckled.

“You are leaving me for months. The least you can do is leave me this. I may forget you after all.” You teased though you were silently hurting, you didn’t let him know.

He pulled you in for a deep kiss, “I won’t be gone long. Once I find an acolyte everything will be perfect.”

But everything was perfect… At least to you.

You hummed softly as you left the cave, some seeds in your pocket to feed the cute little creatures that live alongside you. The walk felt nice as you finally had somewhere to go to without mindlessly wandering around until your feet felt numb. You wondered if Qi would like to go see the small garden you had been meticulously been cultivating since he left. It wasn’t perfect, but it was yours.

Besides you always told him you wanted a garden and now you have one that you made all on your own.

“A garden hm?” He smiled softly down at you.

“Yes! I would like a big one with the most beautiful and exotic fruits, vegetables, and flowers that we have ever seen!” You explained happily to him as he spun you around in your little home, “Then I can make us the most delicious meals.”

“I see, I guess I will have to get started on building you one then.” He smiled.

He never did build you that garden; but it made you feel proud that you built one yourself. It wasn’t grand and it didn’t have the most beautiful fruits, vegetables, or flowers in the galaxy, but it was enough. It made you content in your lonely state. You continued on your path, knowing exactly where he would be. It was your favorite spot after all, a little cove that was perfect for taking a swim or just relaxing. You remember all of the fond memories the two of you had there when the only thought in mind was your shared future. You thought it was enough… You hoped it was.

You could hear two voices and you sighed silently knowing you would have to put up an act. You had secretly hoped that Osha would try to escape or get lost and you could spend some much needed time with Qimir, but you suppose that the force was not on your side this time.

“If you’re not going to join me then I would like to get dressed.” You heard Qimir say and the odd choice of words made a sick feeling settle in the pit of your stomach.

You turned around the corner of a giant boulder when before you made you step back in shock. There your lover was standing bare in front of a girl who was only supposed to be his padawan.

What was this…?

You didn’t understand as you watched him get dressed. He didn’t try to hide himself or make her turn away. He didn’t…

You turned away and wrapped your arms around yourself, silently leaving the two to their private conversation. There were many emotions and thoughts consuming your mind as you trekked back to your little home.

How long has that been going on? Was he that way with Mae as well? Was I just a placeholder until he found someone better? Why? Why? Why?

Your sadness grew into anger as the realization settled in you like a seed of doubt. He… Didn’t love me anymore. I wonder if he ever did? You thought.

You waited in your home, a place that you have worked hard to make it a warm and welcoming place for the both of you. You could hear them talking as they approached, could see them as Qimir twisted his way inside her mind as he did yours all those years ago. Watched as he grabbed her arm so gently that you wanted to cry. You wanted to look away as she pinned him to the cave entrance and he let her, the lightsaber so close to his neck you wondered if she would actually do it… You wondered if you wanted her to.

He set his claim over her with soothing words and a gentle touch and you knew… He didn’t want you. He didn’t even want a padawan.

He wanted an equal.

You couldn’t give him that, not with your small connection to the force. You weren’t like him. You never would be.

Your heart broke in that moment and nothing saved you from the sorrow that consumed you. All you wanted was a family… He was your family. He was everything to you and you… You weren’t as nearly important to him.

“At least three.” You lied in bed, curled up in his arms.

“Four kids?” He chuckled as he drew circles across your skin, “Why not make it four? Make it even.”

“Four?” You hummed in thought, “Do you think you can handle that many kids?”

“I handle you just fine, how hard can it be?” He teased.

You mockingly gasped in shock before rolling over on top of him, “You’ll see just how hard I am to handle.”

“Oh I’m counting on it.” He grinned, placing his hands on your hips.

You leaned down to press your forehead against his, “You’ll miss me when I’m gone Qi.”

“I’ll never let you go.” He stated sincerely, “Nothing will ever keep me from you, my flower.”

“I’ll keep you to that.” You kissed him.

It seemed that shattered piece of the force reminded him that you were there. He could feel that string of yours begin to fray and when his eyes met yours he knew that there was no way to bring you back.

It was early the next morning and you watched the tide begin to recede as you waited to board your ship, one that was smaller than Qimir’s, but still fast.

“Flower.”

“Please, spare me indignity.” You whispered.

“I can explain.”

You could see the hurt hidden behind his soft gaze, a pleading act that you knew too well. It was a look that he only gave when he had been caught doing something he shouldn’t have been doing.

You continued to look at him with tears in your eyes, “I don’t need you to explain anything to me. I’m not connected to the force like you, but I know you do the very core of my being and I know… I know Qimir.”

“That’s not—” He stepped towards you, but you held a hand up to stop him.

“I want to be loved only by you and… You swore that it would just be the two of us. You used to say you couldn’t bear to be without me… You used to run to see me… I want to be close to you and you still keep me at arms length. You think I’m naive, but I see more than what you want me to see.” You took a breath as you tried to keep your composer without breaking down.

You searched his eyes for the love he once held for you and you wanted to cry because you couldn’t find it anymore.

“You have my heart Qimir, you always have. My love for you is as warm as the sun, but I cannot continue to shine upon something that prefers the darkness.” You confessed, your heart barely keeping it together. You wanted to run back in his arms and forget everything that happened, but that would only leave you right where you are now… Alone.

“What are you saying?” His voice cracked and he felt a gnawing feeling crawl up his chest and towards his heart.

“I can no longer follow you on the path that you are taking, not when your heart no longer belongs to me so please… Give me some decency and let me leave you.” You pleaded not knowing how much your heart could take.

“I can’t.” He shook his head and his voice became desperate, “Please don’t leave me. I can’t bear to loose you. Not you.”

“Then tell her to go.” You looked in the direction of where Mae was watching at the entrance of your home… Your life… Your safe space.

“I…” He looked torn as he tried to decide and that hurt you all the more… He had to think about choosing you and… “I can’t.” He finally responded.

He couldn’t even choose you.

You nodded to yourself at his choice, silently confirming your decision to leave. It was best for you no matter how much pain you were currently in.

“No one will ever be able to truly see you the way I do… You were my apricity.” You turned and began to walk to your ship, “Goodbye Qimir.”

Osha took his place by his side and he suddenly felt a feeling of emptiness, no longer did he feel a purpose nor did he wish for anything except for his beloved flower.

“You won’t kill her?” Osha asked as she watched as your ship took off.

“Never.” He responded quietly.

[lightspringrain]

This art is thanks to the SUPER TALENTED @collophora . They are pieces for chapter 1 and chapter 2 of my CX-2 Tech fanfic "Return From Darkness". She did an absolutely fantastic job. If you want to see more amazing storyboard art, go check her out!

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Soggy little fic part 2

Axe Woves is tired of being told what to do. [chapter 2]

The incessant noise of his alarm startled Axe awake. Shooting upright, he smashed the top of his head against the bunk above his, waking Ragnar in the process.

“Axe? What's going on?” his tiny voice slurred with the remnants of sleep, making Axe feel even more guilty for waking him.

“Just another mission buddy, you can go back to sleep. I'll comm Koska to keep an eye on you.”  Koska had generously volunteered for Ragnar-watching duty, desperate to beat Bo-Katan in the race to become ‘kaysh nuhur ba’vodu’. Well, according to her.

Ragnar let out a heavy sigh, clearly not pleased with this development. Axe knew that this was the time for bribes.

“Okay Ragnar. What if I told you Djarin and his weird green kid are coming-” Ragnar practically squealed at that.

“-And… Djarin’s aliit will be here too. Fett is helping Grogu and wants to see if any of the new foundlings need training too, and I bet he would let you shoot something. So behave for your ba’vodu I’ll see if you can go.” 

The kid nodded enthusiastically. It was settled. Ragnar would behave, and Axe would take him somewhere more interesting than the training grounds.

After satiating Ragnar, Axe made his way to the kitchen, a cold pot of caff waiting for him. He sat down on the uncomfortable chair, careful not to dump the re-heated goodness residing in his travel mug, and commed Koska.

“-Ori’Vod! Me’vaar ti gar?” oh boy. Koska had a kriff ton of energy this morning. 

“Could you keep an eye on Ragnar for me? I’ve got job duty, reconnaissance in the base ruins.” the Imperial base that Axe had crashed the Nite Owls lead ship into only weeks earlier. Bo-Katan was still pissed about that.

“-didn't Bo’ika ban you from further mission until you were cleared by the baar’ru?” Well kark. Axe was banned, and for good reason. Reasons Koska wasn't exactly privy to…

“No need to be mir’sheb, can you watch him or not?” Axe sighed internally. He loved Koska, he really did (she was his kih’vod after all), but ka’ra was she infuriating sometimes. 

“-if it means beating Bo’s shebs then kriff yeah. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. Don’t let Bo catch you leaving Sundari though, she’ll have your hide.”

The audio cut out as Axe ended the call, Koska was right, if his Ori’Vod heard he was on a mission she’d put him on house arrest or something, Axe would never hear the end of it.

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Axe and the other Mando’ade were deep in the remnants of the base, they trudged on, Ruusaan (a Child of The Watch) was leading, but that didn't stop the other Nite Owls from looking to Axe for commands. 

Sweeping through the crumbling hallways, Axe stumbled, losing his balance almost completely. Catching himself on the wall, Axe took a moment to breathe, trying to ease the relentlessly pounding dizziness. 

“Duraani, burc’ya?” one mando’ad - a covert dweller - said sharply, Axe realised that he’d been staring. He looked away, shaking his head. He could barely see over the grey fogging his vision.

  “Nah, Sorry mate.” his voice shook. Axe took one more second to cling desperately to the wall before walking on, his vison was static around the edges and his ears still rung but he kept going. He had to push through, no good ever came from being weak. 

Axe struggled as the squad continued through the ruined base. He knew Bo-katan wanted him on light duty, and he’d tried to comply, but kark had he missed this. 

Axe knew it was a horrible idea to jump straight into scouting the rough areas of the base, he knew Bo had good reason to keep him away, he knew he’d pay for it later. But that was exactly that, later. Might as well have some fun while he wasn't wearing an ankle monitor and surrounded by a medic team for the rest of his life.

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➜ Pairing: Platonic!Ahsoka Tano x reader

➜ Warnings: Angst, none

➜ Word Count: 0.8k

➜ Notes: This was originally supposed to be for a request but then I messed it up. Also, thank you for 400, you have no idea how much it means to me 😭🙏💗

Sᴛᴀʀᴡᴀʀs Mᴀsᴛᴇʀʟɪsᴛ

“Ahsoka!” You called to her, watching as she descended the steps of the temple, her head hanging uncharacteristically low as she walked. You’d heard the results of her trial and had been on your way back to the temple after your latest mission to congratulate her enthusiastically.  

It hadn't been fair, the way the council had turned their backs on her so quickly or how she was being accused of a crime that she didn’t commit. You knew how much it had affected her, and you were beyond upset that you hadn't been able to be there to support her. The council couldn’t have chosen a worse time to send you off on a mission. Or maybe the timing had been purposeful, who knew.  

Her head turned at the sound of your voice, eyes glossy and weighed down with guilt. A deep sense of dread pooled in your stomach. She’d proven her innocence, she had won, so why did she look so glum? You sped up your pace, concern painting your every feature and replacing your once cheerful attitude. 

“What happened? What's wrong? I thought Anakin proved your innocence?” the questions tumbled from your lips, one after another as you came to a stop in front of her. Her gaze flitted down to the ground as she answered,  

“He did but...” she paused, taking a sharp breath in. The words were painful, and she didn’t want to say it because it would make the fact that she was about to lose you all the more real. Part of her had hoped your mission would run a little longer so she wouldn’t have to face you. So, she wouldn’t have to be the one who broke the news to you. It was selfish, she knew that, and selfishness wasn’t something Jedi were aloud, but she wasn’t a Jedi anymore.  

 Looking back up at you she spoke again, “but I’m not coming back.” You furrowed your eyebrows, only now noticing the absence of her padawan beads and lightsabers that usually sat on her hips. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, you could feel the weight her words carried, it made your stomach churn uncomfortably.  

“I’m not coming back,” Ahsoka repeated again. And then it all clicked and suddenly you understood. She was leaving. You’d never see her again. Your face paled, your chest clenching as tears sprung to your eyes. 

 You opened your mouth, then closed it as you tried to find the words to voice all your questions and not break down at the same time, but all that came out was a broken sob. A trembling hand came up to cover your mouth as tears spilled over your waterline and down your cheeks.  

“I don’t understand – w-what happened?” You whispered from behind your hand. Your voice shaking as you spoke. A few hot tears of her own ran down her face.  

“I just need to figure this out on my own, without the Jedi,” she said quietly  

“What about me? Are you just going to leave me behind?” your voice twisted in pain, and you had to look away from her as you wiped at your face, a pointless effort as more tears fell to replace the ones that you’d wiped. She pulled you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you tightly and gluing her eyes shut. You reciprocated the gesture, holding her by the waist as the two of you cried into the others shoulder.  

“I-I’ll go with you,” you cried, “I’ll leave right now with you...I just don’t want to lose you.” 

She pulled away, holding you at arm's length and shaking her head, “You belong here, with the Jedi. This is your home.”  

“This is your home to though,” you tried to reason with her, although you knew it was unfair of you to ask her to stay and a pointless effort because she had already made up her mind. You took deep breaths as she answered, forcing yourself to calm down.  

“No,” she whispered sadly, “Not since the council turned their back on me like that,” you nodded in understanding, removing your hands from her arms to wipe at your face again. A raw chuckle escaped your throat, 

“I don’t know what I’m going to do without you.”  

Ahsoka smiled sadly, “You’ll be okay,” she whispered pulling you back into a hug, “You’ll be okay.”  

Her words were whispered as a comfort to the both of you, because you were sure you’d likely never see the other again, and just the thought broke your heart. Your glossy eyes shined brilliantly as you watched her descended the steps until her figure disappeared into the sunset. Watching as the girl you’d grown up with was slipped through your fingers and you could do nothing to stop it. The girl who’d gotten you through your worst moments, who you’d stuck with through thick and thin, who’d been the reason you smiled and laughed for so many years, that girl was gone.   

You’d shared smiles and tears, gone through your darkest and brightest moments together and now, you’d share heartbreak together, one last time.   

[chyarui]

MY BOIIIISSSSSSSS

Not enough jaster fanart out there so I have NO IDEA WHAT HE LOOKS LIKE. And the comics change his look a ton, I can’t decide. This is the vibe I get though ❤️

And *gasp* my first Jango fanart??? No the clones DONT count

This will also prolly be my only post for a while guys, uni waits for no soul 💔 luv you all

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