#the end of the return of the jedi broke me every time

[marquise-of-midnight]

“Just for once, let me look on you with my own eyes” 

Oh so you want me to cry about a father/son relationship that happened a long time ago in a galaxy far far away? Because I did.

[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."

[huntershoe]

Back to you

Hunter x Jedi!reader

Spoilers for the bad batch season 3 :)

Summary: After a long time, you're finally reunited with your family and your lover.

Warning: Canon violence, Mention of mental and physical torture, slight depressing state, hurt/comfort. Fluff!

A/N: Let me know if anyone would like part two. I was planning on making it spicy ;}

Word count: 2.4k

Part two

It's been months since you got a distress signal from one of your fellow surviving Jedi. Months since you managed to rescue your Jedi friend but sacrifice your own freedom. Months since you've seen your family and your lover.

The last thing you remember from when you were still with the batch was when you were all on Pabu, helping the people restore the beautiful ocean city while you were waiting to get any word from Echo as he helped Rex.

When the only thing missing was Crosshair.

You got the distress signal the same day Echo said he would visit. You knew you couldn't wait for your friend to visit, so with a tight hug, a long and loving kiss and a promise to return safely and quickly, you set the course for your Jedi friend.

Unfortunately, your plan wasn't Vader proof and you ended up captured, switching your place with your friend who managed to escape. You waited for your end, silently apologizing to Hunter and your family, but it never came. Instead, Darth Vader decided you would make a great addition to the imperial inquisitors, so they tried to break you, in every possible way.

For months, they tortured you mentally and physically, leaving you crying and barely alive at the end of every day. But you never broke, no matter what they did to you, you didn't break. There were times when it came close, but thinking of your batch and Hunter gave you strength to fight on.

So when the first opportunity to escape came, you took it. Doing everything in you capacity, even if it meant you'd have to tap into the dark side of the force. Your body had been weakened in the past months, your skin now covered in scars but that didn't stop you and you managed to escape, hijacking an imperial ship and running.

It seemed that even the force was on your side once you coincidentally run into Echo, Rex and the newly forming Clone resistance. But all your happiness disappeared once Echo informed you of the loss they suffered almost immediately you were gone. All those months, just the idea of coming back to your family and how everything would be perfect once again. Everything fell apart and you felt like you were once again in that cold prison cell, waiting for the inquisitors to torture you again. You were falling into the dark abyss, ashamed to even show yourself to Hunter and Wrecker.

It wasn't until Echo came looking for you, four days later. His body radiating happy energy as he practically jumped on you, hugging you and telling you that both Omega and Crosshair managed to escape and were now safely with Hunter and Wrecker on Pabu.

That made you hyperactive, filling you with energy and will to live and both you and Echo were in the ship only few hours later, crossing the galaxy to get back to your family once again.

Three days later you finally made it to Pabu, docking the ship at the top of the city. But while waiting for the ship to touch the ground in a matter of those seconds, your mind betrayed you. Suddenly all you wanted to do was to hide in the corner and dissappear, all those happy thoughts dissappeard, instead being replaced with dark and hateful thoughts. You imagined how Hunter must hate you now that you only returned once everything was alright again. How you dissappeard when they needed you the most. Maybe he's even blaming you for everything bad that happened to his family. Or maybe Omega's the one who hates you now, maybe she thinks that you betrayed them, leaving your family to help someone else.

Your whole body was shaking and you felt like you would faint and when the ramp finally began to descend and the sun shined on your face, Echo had to gently grab you because you swayed like a fragile flower in the wind.

Both you and Echo managed to take a few steps down the ramp before you heard a loud yell. Omega screamed yours and Echo's name, sprinting full speed at you, making you react the same. You yelled her name and she jumped in your arms as you quickly prepared to catch her, hugging her close to you as you began crying, peppering her face with kisses and petting her hair. You managed to crouch with Omega in front of you as you grabbed her cheeks and looked at her more closely, checking for any injuries as she cried telling you how much she missed you.

But as soon as Omegas eyes fell on your face her expression fell as well.

"What happened to your face!" Big tears began rolling down her cheeks as she looked at you. Similar to your body, your face was now littered with both small and big scars, some more visible than the others.

It's been months since you've seen Omega, the young female clone that had unexpectedly entered your life and become like a daughter to you. And after so long, you didn't want your scars to be the first thing you talk about, it was too dark subject to address in the first moments of reunion. So you moved your hands up to her hair, trying to change the subject to something happier.

"Look at your hair! It's grown so much!" You laughed through your tears as you played with the little girl's hair.

"I know, now you can finally braid my hair!" The young girl knew what your were trying to do and played along giggling as she mirrored your hands movements and played with your hair.

You were just about to respond when you both got interrupted by someone whispering your name. Your head snapped behind Omega, falling on a frozen figure, Hunter.

Your body went rigid, completely frozen in time when your eyes meet with his golden ones. Omegas eyes followed yours and once she saw Hunter standing there silently watching, she hugged you one last time before slowly removing herself from you and running towards waiting Echo.

Now that Omega was no longer in front of you, you stood up slowly, your eyes never leaving his as he watched your every move like he couldn't believe you were really there.

Your hands began shaking again and you grabbed your sleeves to try and stop them but to no avail.

"Hunter?"

You whispered back to him, taking a small step towards him. He said nothing, but his body moved and he was by you in the next second, his hands enveloping your body as his own crashed against yours. He squeezed you almost as hard as he could, fearing that if he wouldn't, you would've disappeared again. Hunter buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent as your hands slowly stopped shaking and you moved them up into his hair. Your forehead fell on his shoulder as you finally closed your eyes, taking in his warm presence. You both stood there for a long minute, not moving as you both tried to soak in each other's warmth.

You felt Hunter deeply inhale once again, his breath tickling your neck, before his lips pressed against the same spot and he kissed you. Repeating the movement kissing up your neck, slowly coming to your face as his hands moved up to your neck, and his thumbs landed on your cheeks as his eyes found yours again. Hunter breathed out your name again, his face so close to yours.

"I thought I lost you..." His normally smoky voice sounded broken, quiet, like he was worried he would scare you away if he'd talk any louder. His own hands began to shake slightly as he gently turned your face around, his eyes jumping from scar to scar.

"Hunter, I'm so sorry. I tried to get back to you, I really did but they-" You tried explaining yourself as his eyes found yours again.

"When your ship returned I thought to myself at least I got one of my girls back...but then only General Prima came out and she could barely look me in the eyes to tell me what happened..." Hunter let out a sigh as his thumb traced the scar across your lips.

"...I thought I lost you and I couldn't bare to even think of what they're doing to you...I tried get you back every day, you and Omega..." He went on slowly and quietly, his other thumb tracing the scar across your eye.

"I'm so sorry Hunter-" You tried to apologise again but he interrupted you again with his thumb on your lips.

"Just...just promise me to never leave me again...I...I can't live without you." Hunter whispered as one tear left his eye and you moved your hand to his cheek, brushing it away as he leaned into your touch.

"I promise Hunter, never again." You nodded your head as you promised him, your own tears escaping you again and you moved your head, leaning your forehead against his.

Hunter let out a gentle puff of air, making your lips tingle as the air hit them. His own lips ghosting over yours as he whispered. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner ka'ra."

A small smile appeared on your lips and you gently nodded. "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner ashi dul."

You responded and finally moved, pressing your lips against his into a long and loving kiss.

Hunter's hands moved back down to your waist and he pulled you closer again as his kiss turned more desperate.

Your own hands moved around his neck as you pulled yourself impossibly closer, a small sound escaping you as Hunters hand squeezed your hip and he took the chance to deepen the kiss. His tongue prodded against your lips as he entered your mouth in almost like urgent matter.

You let him take the reins and followed his tempo, enjoying the feeling of his arms around you again.

"Okay, you can continue doing that later! Now it's my turn!" You heard Wrecker before another set of arms snaked around you and Hunter, squeezing you even further and lifting you in the air. Both you and Hunter gasped, breaking the kiss to look at the gentle giant as he hugged you, leaning his head on your shoulders. You chuckled, grinning and squeezing one arm out and moving it to gently pat Wreckers head. "I missed you too Wrecker." Even Hunter managed a chuckle as he heard his brother sniffle quietly.

"We're never splitting ever again." Wrecker decided as he slowly put them down and brushed the tears from his eyes away. "Agreed." You nod, grabbing the giant clone's hand and squeezing it.

"What, no hug for me?" Crosshair's sly snake like voice asked as he came closer and crossed his arms in front of his chest an amused frown on his face. Your head turned in his direction and a wide smile grew on your lips and you gently let go of Wrecker and moved around Hunter, letting your hands to drag across his chest as you stepped closer to his youngest brother. "Crosshair!" You grinned and quickly moved closer to him, enveloping him into a big hug. Your movement surprised him greatly as he was expecting a glare and a witty remark instead you hugged him.

His arms were awkwardly waiting at his sides, debating if he should hug you back or push you away. Alas, you were the only one that hugged him so far and he'd be lying to himself if he'd say he didn't need a hug. So he let his arms slowly sneak around your body and he hugged you back, silently laying his head on top of yours.

"I'm glad you're back with us again." You whispered just loud enough for him to hear and you felt his breath hitch.

He slowly let go of you and stepped back a little, watching the scars across your face.

"Come on, you have to meet Batcher!" Omega gasped, grabbing your hand out of nowhere and pulling you towards what looked to be a  excited Lurca hound, running around and chasing Moon-yos. You chuckled at the enthusiasm of the little girl and looked back behind you to your lover and the rest of your family, only to see Hunter slightly glaring at Crosshair and Echo rolling his eyes and pushing the former Sergeant, encouraging him to move, while Wrecker only laughed and followed closely.

Omega managed to introduce you to the lively hound, telling you how she helped her and how they bonded over the time as they managed to survive the empire. Batcher seemed to be the perfect energetic pet for Omega as they began playing together, almost forgetting everyone else that was watching them.

You felt a warm hand on the small of your back and a moment later a warm body pressed against your side as Hunter lowered his head to whisper in your ear. "Come on, you must be starving." He pressed a delicate kiss to your forehead as you turned your head to look at him. "A little, yeah." You confirmed and Hunter motioned with his head to his brothers, before gently pushing you towards the house reserved for the batch.

Hunter whistled, making Omegas and Batchers heads turn, motioning them to follow too.

The shining sun had slowly began to descend as they sat down around the table after they put on some food. They snacked on the delicious fruits, talking about everything, just like they did in the old days, while they watched Omega and Batcher play.

The moment felt perfect, besides the one empty chair, remaining everyone that they will never be complete again. Everything else felt normal, Crosshair's witty remarks, Wrecker's compliments to the food, Echo trying to talk about another one of his missions and Hunter silently trying to listen to everyone as his hand slowly fell on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze to reassure you and himself that this moment is in fact real.

Translation:

Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum - Mandalorian way of saying "I love you"

Ner ka'ra - My star

Ner ashi dul - My other half

[garagesesh]

thunder // anakin skywalker

★ pairing(s): anakin skywalker x (f!)reader ★ summary: you and anakin had a falling out and now you’re forced to reconcile after a mission gone wrong. ★ warning(s): sexual content! graphic descriptions of wounds! blood! enemies to lovers? ★ a/n: enjoy :) this shit long af sorry lmfao title is from thunder by miss lana

␛ to masterlist

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When you received the encrypted message this morning by Master Mace Windu, you were confused. Sent in the middle of the night with barely any explanation given other than a time and place to meet. It wasn’t unlike Mace to send abrupt messages at all times of the night, but it was strange to have no details given whatsoever.

You struggled with the message all day, going over and over in your mind what was going on, what could happen. You weren’t exactly the most obedient Jedi in the Order and there was recently an incident on Lothal where you had taken some of your men to quietly gather some intel of the Separatists who held Capital city.

Except it didn’t exactly happen quietly and a full blown incursion had broke out. General Kenobi and his fleet had to step in and evacuate you and your men.

While forever grateful for Obi-Wan saving your skin, you were forever guilty of your incompetence.

“There’s been an emergency.” Was the first thing that slipped out of Mace Windu’s mouth the moment you crossed the threshold into the meeting room.

“What emergency?” Silently relieved that this was not what you believed it to be.

“Master Kenobi has already been debriefed and will arrive later to discuss intimate details of the plan with you.”

“How secret of a mission is this that it’s just me and Obi-Wan? No reinforcements?”

“It’s not just you, Master. We’re waiting on one other.”

“Who?”

It was at that moment the doors slid open revealing Anakin, the third member of the small secret trio of the mission. His blood boiled, his jaw clenched, and his stomach churned at the sight of you standing at the other side of the room, avoiding his gaze.

Why? Why were you here? A million reasons as to why ran through his head and none of them sounded good.

“General Skywalker.” You smiled, trying to ignore the way Anakin’s hands curled into fists. Now you knew why you weren’t privy to who exactly was on the mission.

See, you and Anakin didn’t exactly get along. Once, years ago, but now it wasn’t possible for him at least, to be around you.

“What is she doing here?” Anakin’s voice dripped with annoyance.

Your heart panged at the slight but you swallowed it away instead, smiling at him. “Charming as always, Skywalker.”

“She, General Skywalker,” Windu snapped, pointing to you at the opposite end of the room. “Is a member of the Jedi Order and you are in no position to question on why a fellow Jedi is at any meeting. Do you understand?”

“But-“ Anakin started but was quickly shut down.

“Do you understand, Anakin?” Windu’s tone didn’t allow Anakin to choose no.

“Yes, Master Windu.” He grumbled.

“Good.” He pushed the green button on the dashboard, illuminating the room with the soft blue glow, map of Ajan Kloss. “We have reports of a disturbance in the force on the outer rim moon of Ajan Kloss.”

Windu motioned toward the small blue moon. “We have reason to believe that the Separatists are scouting the moon for a new base to begin expanding their efforts further out in the Outer rim.”

“So what is the plan?” You asked.

“Find the disturbance and hopefully stop the expansion.”

“Simple enough.” You nodded.

The door slid open once more, this time Obi-Wan quietly entered. Chin in his hand, circling the table evaluating every inch of the map.

“Master Kenobi.” You called out to him, smiling.

“General.” He nodded. “I’m happy to see you could help. Anakin and I both appreciate your help and expertise on this matter. Don’t we?”

Anakin grumbled, but nodded anyway.

“Thank you, Master.” You smiled at the older man before you. “I’m happy to help.”

“Good.” He returned your smile and looked over to Anakin a moment, placing a hand on his former Padawan’s shoulder before turning back to you. “We’re both happy to have it.”

Anakin huffed his obvious displeasure, loud enough for you to hear it. He was not happy about the situation and no doubt felt blindsided by Obi-Wan’s lack of keeping him in the know of what was going on. You didn’t care, he was any other Jedi on a mission to you and you weren’t going to let his bad attitude and anticipated harsh comments let you from successfully fulfilling your duties and Obi-Wan seemed to thankfully on the same page.

“I trust you three will do this properly.” Windu’s piercing gaze bore into you.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, you two may go.”

Anakin followed you out, sighing heavily as the door slid closed.

You swallowed heavily, the pressure of his gaze into the back of your head made you face him. “I don’t want to do this either, Anakin.”

“Good. Glad you agree.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t screw this one up like you did on Lothal.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, sure.” Anakin moved closer, his real hand wrapping around your upper arm. His lips brushed against the top of your ear, “Don’t get in my way.”

Anakin pulled back completely, letting you go and beginning down the hall away from you. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

Dawn was breaking when you arrived at the docking bay. Anakin was perched on a supply box, laughing at something one of his men had said.

There was a time you would be there with them, making him laugh. You swallowed hard.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” Bag slung over your shoulder, you approached the men and Anakin.

Rolling his eyes, he jumped off the box. His demeanor completely changed back into seriousness and annoyance at your presence.

“Why?” Anakin hummed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Because I have to report to him, Anakin.” You matched his bite.

“He’s on the cruiser.”

You nodded, pushing past him purposely bumping your shoulder hard into his own. Hoping that maybe your bag even hit him as well as you entered in the small jumper ship. Putting your things into a locker before jumping into the cockpit and starting the pre flight procedures.

“I’m flying.” Anakin’s voice entered the cockpit. Of course. Jackass.

“Fine.” You released the pilots controls, not wanting a fight so early in the morning. Instead, you commed to Obi-Wan letting him know of your departure and soon arrival.

You two avoided each other on the cruiser during the standard weeks journey. Waltzing your ways down abandoned corridors and choosing odd meal times.

All of your efforts proved to be in vain when Obi-Wan let you know that Anakin and you were to go solo into the jungle in hopes to use Obi-Wan and his men as a distraction.

“We should head south. Towards the river, there should be small villages along there.” Anakin pointed at the map.

“That’s almost a four day hike,” Sighing as you disagreed with him. “And completely off track.”

“The Separatists will be in those villages, Y/n.” He shook his head, “And whatever Sith scum is on this rock will be there too.”

It began to not rain, pour. Your hair was completely drenched and so was Anakin’s. Thunder rolled in and the fog began to settle.

“If we follow my plan, we won’t end up dead like the men on Lothal.”

That was it.

You had enough of Anakin Skywalker. “Shut up!”

You pushed him to the ground, jumping on top of him and straddling his body.

“What is your problem!?” He choked out. Quickly flipping you over into the dirt, the wind knocked out of your lungs with a huff.

“Get off me!” You wanted to spit in his face. You began to claw at his face, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and grounded them in the mud.

Thunder clapped above. You pounded at his chest, “Get off me!”

Another boom from the sky had him off you. “We need to make shelter!”

You reached for the map in your belt. Feeling for the tech, you found none but scraps. The map was completely destroyed. You reached for the com, it was of the same fate. There was no hope of trying to salvage the tech in your hand.

“You fucked us over!” Anakin shouted over the thunder and rain.

“Shut up!”

“You’re the one who got us in this situation. If only you hadn’t blown up at me, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“I’m the one who got us here?” You scoffed. “Need I remind you that this was your idea?”

“My idea?” He pointed a finger at his face as his eyes narrowed at you. “You suggested that we divert completely!”

“And you suggested that we go this route! Plus-“

“Doesn’t make it my idea!”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“And I won’t!”

“I have never met someone so infuriating, so narcissistic, and so downright arrogant as you in my entire life!”

“I’m infuriating?” He snapped back with venom. “Have you ever met yourself?”

“You’re so-“ You stopped short.

“So what?” It was only then that you realized that the chipped deep blue armor that wrapped around his shoulders were mere inches from your chin. His chest was mere centimeters away from your own and that he towered over you as his deep blue eyes glowered.

“Just forget it.” You sighed, stepping back, trying to escape his

“No, go on, I’d love to hear it.”

“No, Anakin.”

“I don’t even know how I used to put up with you!”

The brush moved above you. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

The dark ripple of the force electrified your nerves once more. “There, did you feel it?”

“Stop it, nothing’s there. Let’s keep going.”

“Anakin,” His name stopped him dead in his tracks, you hadn’t used it in years. “There’s something following us. I can feel it.”

“It’s just the storm.”

“Anakin.” You looked at him with eyes wide.

“Hello, Jedi.” Ventress hissed from above. Her lightsabers hissed as the sith ignited the two as she towered over you.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her lips twisted into a sadistic grin that made you twinge.

Anakin ignited his blue to your green.

Ventress cackled, raising her double lights over her head to make a slash at the both of you as she dropped to the jungle floor. A master in her own right with dueling two at the same time.

Anakin lunged forward first, his blue clashing with red. Purple illuminating their faces, you saw this as your chance to enter the fray. Your green went for her side, trying for a swipe at her rib cage. Ventress easily blocked your move.

You and Anakin fought hard as you slowly made progress pushing her farther and farther into the jungle floor. At one point, the green blade of your saber made contact with her leg and Anakin’s sliced up her arm.

You were making good progress and might even capture the with.

That’s until you came upon the ravine.

Ventress’s leg came up, her foot square in the chest of Anakin’s plate of armor and pushed hard.

Anakin fell.

He tumbled over the top of the ravine and into the pit of darkness, his frame shadowed by the rain and fog that enveloped the depth below.

“Anakin!” Your lungs screamed for air, your grip slipped, allowing for Ventress to slice open your shoulder, searing your robes and the skin underneath. You fell to your knees, completely at the mercy of the Sith.

“Oops?” Ventress laughed. “Looks like Skywalker won’t be making it home.”

Your head hung in defeat. Wet hair falling in a curtain around you, shielding your shame. You failed. You failed yourself. You failed Anakin. The only thing that awaited you was death that came in the form of her twin blades crossed over at your neck.

But the blow never came. The hum of her lightsabers ceased and the only thing left was the rain, thunder, and your heavy breaths. Then you descended into the pit, screaming in agony as debris fell onto your wound.

The ravine was just as clear as it was from above. Holding onto the seared wound in your shoulder, your search became frantic noticing the stream was shades of blood. “Anakin!”

His body was unnaturally situated in the shallow water. His eyes were closed as you knelt in front of him.

“Anakin.” You whispered above his unmoving form.

“Anakin! Please!” He was alive you could feel that but his life force was fading. You scanned his body, looking for the wounds that ran the river red. Then you saw his leg.

His leg was mangled, bloody, and almost snapped in half.

It made you nauseous to look at it, but you needed to stop the bleeding or he would die. There was no way this would heal properly without medical attention and weeks worth of time in a bacta tank.

Your frantic hands shed your belt, practically tearing the dark outer robes off your top, leaving only the thin tank top underneath left. The blue fabric of his pants were slick with his blood, dyeing the blue, black. With every second passed, the more his blood poured from his leg.

You couldn’t wrap the wound successfully without straightening it out. The thought of maneuvering the bone back into a straight position was gross and something you had never done before, but you had to get him out of this ravine and get help immediately and with the com broken it wasn’t likely to be found anytime soon.

His unnaturally bent leg made unpleasant noises as you slowly moved it back into a e position, thanking the force he was unconscious to feel the pain. You felt bad for the pain he would feel when he would wake up, if he woke up.

But you couldn’t think like that, no, you would stop the bleeding, find help, and he would be fine. Everything would be fine. You two would go back to Coruscant and the endless fighting would resume.

You traveled for hours with him on your back. Taking only a few moments to eat from a bush or drink from a stream. You tried your best to find the way you had once come. But it was proving difficult with the cloud cover and the haze of pain from your shoulder.

It was nightfall when you found a waterfall with a pool of water. Just behind the curtain of water was a large enough cave that would easily fit the two of you and then some.

You laid Anakin to rest on the floor. Immediately going for water to wash your hands and then his wound. It took hours to delicately clean the break and skin, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you saw the light streaming through the water.

On the first day, Anakin hadn’t awaken. He laid silently on the cave rock floor. You hadn’t left his side, only once every few odd hours to get more water to clean his wound.

You were reluctant to leave him but you need to find food and find something better to bind his leg and maybe find a way to get to Obi-Wan.

On the second day you made a make shift bed for him to lay on made out of palm ferns that you tied on your back for an easier climb.

On the third day, you meditated. Hoping that you could reach out and contact Obi-Wan through the force, but you weren’t lucky enough to have a bond with him.

On the fourth day, a cold front came in. It wasn’t anything like the chills on Coruscant but it was a significant drop in the average temperature for Ajan Kloss.

On the fifth day he woke up.

“Y/n?” You thought that the hallucinations from lack of sleep, food, and proper hydration began when you heard his voice for the first time. But the voice persisted, calling your name again.

“Don’t move.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Have you heard from Obi-Wan?”

“Would we still be in this cave if I had?”

“No.”

“Stop moving.”

“Stop telling me what to do.”

“Your leg almost snapped in half.”

“I know. I can feel it.” Anakin winced. “How long have I been out?”

“Five days.”

“How long do you think-?”

“I don’t know.” You unwound the scrap of red fabric that came from his robes. He tried sitting up again but groaned in pain when you poured water from a flagon you had made out of some hollow shell you had found at the edge of the river and onto the wound.

“Kriff!” He jerked his leg which only caused him more pain. “Fuck.”

“Sit still.” You wanted to slap his stupid face. “If you would just stay put, I could finish this faster and then you wouldn’t be in so much pain.”

“And you haven’t gone out and tried to find help?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I should’ve let you die then!”

“No.” He looked down at your hands, watching as you worked on wrapping his leg with the freshly washed makeshift linens. “I’m sorry for what I said before Ventress.”

“It’s okay.” You brushed it off. It hurt but you weren’t going to stew over it. Silence fell over you again.

“We used to be inseparable.” Anakin uttered one evening when the rain came down. His back was currently propped up against the cave wall, watching you as you cut into some fruit you had found earlier that day. Your hair was drenched, and beads of water rolled down your neck and bare shoulders. Your skin glistened under the shimmer of the waterfall.

“A long time ago.” You huffed. It was annoying to hear him try to bring up the past between you.

“It was only four years ago.”

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation with him.

“We stopped talking.” Yeah no shit.

Sighing heavily, you put down the small shard of stone. You couldn’t quite understand why he was suddenly bringing this up right now. After all, it was he who stopped talking to you, leaving you to wonder for months what you had done wrong. It left questions burning at the tip of your tongue every time you were in close proximity of each other.

“Why?” Why? The gaul of Anakin finally got to you.

But after everything that had happened in the last week, it was as good as time as any to ask the question that had been itching at the back of your mind for. “Was what happened on Corellia that bad?”

“What?”

“Corellia. Plo and Obi-Wan took us to Corellia to help locals from the Pykes. We had tried to help annex them from the spice lords. We got split up and you and I were sent alone and then we had um-“

“Yeah, I remember Corellia.” He stopped you before you could finish the sentence, knowing full well what you were about to say.

“After that,” You continued. “You stopped talking to me. You started to act different around me, like you do now…I just didn’t understand. I still don’t understand.”

Anakin was silent for a long time. His head turned and he watched as the waterfall gushed down. “I remember when we were barely seventeen and you had training with Plo every morning from sunrise until noon but this time he was called away for an emergency on…I think it was Kijimi?”

“Where are you going with this, Anakin?”

“Let me finish.”

“I-“

“Just listen.”

“Fine.”

“Obi-Wan offered to train you himself when Plo was gone. He trained you hard for two weeks and I watched all of it. I sat behind the Uneti tree and watched you guys fight. It was like a sort of dance. I had never seen him and you flow so easy before. It was mesmerizing.”

“Okay? I don’t understand the point of this whole story?”

“Can you just be quiet? I’m trying to explain myself in the best way I can and you’re being rude.”

“That’s thick.”

“Whatever. Look, I just got nervous around you.”

“Nervous? Anakin, I thought we were closer than ever after Corellia and your explanation is that you became nervous?” Your eyebrow arched. Stars, he was dumber than you remember.

“You know what? Forget it.”

“No. I’m sorry, finish.”

He sat there in silence for a moment as he eyed you out of the corner of his eye, watching as you moved to sit next to him; propping your back against the wall, mirroring his position. Clearing his throat, his eyes fell to his hands, “I-I wasn’t freaked out. I was jealous and standing there only days after Corellia watching you two train in such fluidity I realized right then and there.“

The silence was loud as he looked back down at you. His eyes searched yours with a look you hadn’t seen since you were seventeen.

No. He couldn’t. This couldn’t be the reason to why your friendship had fallen apart.

The silence settled again in the cave as you watched him. “Anakin…”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pity me.” He swallowed “You rejected me.”

“I didn’t reject you.” You weren’t even awake when you had left him laying in bed alone. You had thought it was for the best. You didn’t want Plo or especially Obi-Wan finding the two of you wrapped up in the sheets together. “I didn’t think it wise to stay and you took me leaving as rejection. You were the one who ignored me for months! You are not the victim here, Anakin!”

He fell silent, looking out at the undulating gushing water. It was moments before you spoke again.

“I liked you too. Once.”

“I know.” He smirked. “You were obvious.”

“I know.”

“It was endearing.”

“I didn’t quite grasp the concept of no attachments at ten.”

“I still don’t.”

You shrugged and stared at the raging waterfall, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Do you…” Anakin’s voice trailed off, lingering in the air, allowing for the pounding water to take over the conversation until he was brave enough to finish it.

“Do I what?”

“Do you hate me?”

“No! Oh my stars, no.”

“So you still like me?”

“No.” You were telling the truth, you missed him sure, but it wasn’t love anymore. “I do not.”

“But you did once.”

“I was ten.”

“Ten, twenty, a hundred. Love just doesn’t die.”

“Wow, you’re a real poet Skywalker. A shame your flowery words of endearment will never be heard upon the ears of lovers.”

“Look, you are smart, funny, strong, and you paid attention to me. I just had misplaced my admiration into childish fantasies that had led me astray until I had found balance again.” He sighed. “And I don’t hate you. You hate me though.”

“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” That was all it took for Anakin to finally kiss you. Press his own to yours, in a fervor that was everything and nothing you had to said to each other.

His lips were warm.

Chapped.

“Anakin-“ You moaned into his mouth. It was electric, like the wire from all those years ago was plugged back into its socket.

He hummed into your mouth, his fingers were still entangled in your hair. Grasping at the base of your skull, pulling at the tendrils. Your lips moved in perfect sync as he began pulling you towards him, trying to position you on his lap.

“Your leg.”

“I don’t feel it.”

“Anakin.” You bit your lip. It wasn’t right. “We can’t.”

“I might die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I might never see the light ever again. Might never feel the warmth of another person ever again.”

He pulled you to him again, kissing you with all of the pent up anger, guilt, and want the past four years had built.

His warm hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips caressing the slick, sweaty skin that was a sea of goosebumps from the contact. Skating up your rib cage to find your breast.

Moaning into his mouth, you forgot what it was like to be touch, no caressed by him. It felt so wrong but that’s what must’ve been so good about it.

You retracted from him, pulling your shirt off completely. Baring yourself to him. His lips found your nipple, sucking lightly at the sensitive tip, your head rolled back in pleasure.

You could feel him at you clothed core, your hips rocking against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” His breath was hot against your skin but never relented. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum.”

“Then fuck me.”

His tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum when you helped him with his pants. You wanted to take him in your mouth but wanted him inside you more.

“Fuck.” He moaned deeply as you sank your wet cunt onto his pulsating erection. You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure yourself as you felt him bottom out in you.

With careful undulating rolls you moved on top of him.

It was by no means romantic, this clash between you. Needy and primal, it was a release of everything. Every quick slash of the tongue. Every glance and every subliminal touch.

“I know about you and Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s fingers entwined within your hair, tenderly caressing your scalp as he braided small sections with your head laid on his bare chest.

There was no reason to deny what he said. You hummed against his skin.

“Do you love him?” He continued to play with your hair as he quietly whispered. There was no malice, no jealously, no discontent behind his question.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The next few days continued as they had prior to what happened between you and Anakin. There had been no mentions of you having sex and none of Obi-Wan.

Anakin’s leg wasn’t getting better but it wasn’t getting worse. Which you took as a good sign.

“I’m going to get more food.” You were running out of the little supply you had previously gotten and he needed as much energy and nutrients as possible.

“Okay.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Would never dream of it.”

You looked back once more before descending the rock and into the jungle floor. Purple fruit hung from low bushes that proved edible and somewhat sweet. Which was good enough for your empty stomachs.

You plucked a few into your makeshift satchel you had created from scraps of Anakin’s robes. It wouldn’t be enough if you were expecting to be here longer, so you moved deeper into the jungle. Hoping to find a piece of meat of any kind at this point.

You felt it first. A movement in the overgrown brush. Then you saw it.

A figure, no, it was definitely a man moved through the jungle alone. Whacking his way through the brush with looked like a vibroblade, as he tried to navigate the tricky, uneven floor.

“Obi-Wan?” Maybe you were tired, hungry, and downright delirious at this moment but for a fleeting second, the auburn hair was one thing it was the white and tan armor that was unmistakable.

“Obi-Wan!” The fruit dropped from your hands and squashed into the mud below, but you didn’t care. Obi-Wan had stopped his pursuit through the flora and spun around.

“Y/n?” His eyes widened and he dropped the vibroblade to the muddied ground. You sprinted towards the Jedi Master and practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. The warmth he radiated was comforting and familiar. He was sweaty and smelled a bit but you were sure you were ten times worse.

Obi-Wan’s mouth found yours as he brought your body closer to his in desperation and happiness.

He pulled back from your body but his arms were still wrapped around you. His cerulean eyes searched your face and his hand came to caress your dirty, sweaty cheek. He wasn’t sure you were really real.

“Yes, it’s really me.” You half laughed, half sobbed.

“You’re hurt.” His fingertips gingerly graced the surface of your wrapped shoulder. You had forgotten about your wound.

“I forgot.” You laughed through the tears, looking down at the disgusting unkept wrappings.

“You forgot?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I guess you’re okay then?”

“I’ll live.” You smiled, kissing him once more.

“Where’s Anakin?”

You hesitated, worried at how he would react to the news of Anakin almost dying and his leg needing extensive medical attention.

“Anakin is injured.” His eyebrow raised at the news. “Badly.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Where is he?”

“A few clicks from here.” You began moving back towards the waterfall. “I can’t move him. Not by myself. He needs medical attention now or he’ll lose the leg.”

“I’ll com Cody.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed as he calmly talked to the Commander, detailing the extent of Anakin’s injuries and of yours.

You led him to the cave, detailing the events of Ventress and everything in between. “I cleaned the wound twice a day. I ran out of cloth so I washed and reused what I had, but it was running water. The bleeding has stopped and has begun to scab over but his leg is damaged badly, Obi-Wan. It’ll be weeks in a bacta tank before he can walk properly again.”

Stepping into the cave with Obi-Wan, Anakin was just as you had left him but now he was smirking at the sight of you two.

“Took you long enough.”

You were evacuated from Ajan Kloss.

The team was a sight for sore eyes. Anakin was brought to the medbay immediately, induced into sleep he floated around the bacta tank with his mangled leg suspended.

With relief, you found your quarters after a quick check up, proper meal, and a long shower.

Wrapped up in a blanket, you were sitting in the window ledge. Watching the stars go by, waiting for the jump to hyper speed.

Reflecting on the past few weeks had brought peace. Happy with the loose ends now tied.

When Obi-Wan entered through the door with two cups of steaming tea, the uneasiness of guilt and embarrassment found you. He was so good to you, giving you the world and happiness. He didn’t have to know what happened.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hello.” Obi-Wan reciprocated, handing you the mug. “Are you alright?”

You hummed. “You?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank you for saving me.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes threatening to close from the lack of sleep catching up to you. You felt safe here next to Obi-Wan and for a moment you thought about what Anakin said, pondering for a moment before letting your body fully sink down. “Again.”

“Of course.” He kissed the top of your head, then leaning his cheek on your hair. Letting the quiet envelope the two lovers.

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i saw your echo work with his fallen Jedi coming to him as a force ghost and oH MY. it was so amazing!!!!! your writing never disappoints! made me FEEL HAPPY FEELINGS

now I am wondering how it would go down with tech, especially if they were in an established relationship that maybe only the batch knew about because she knows they won't snitch to the council?

sorry if you don't want to write the same thing again, please feel very free to ignore

Hi sweetheart! I was initially going to decline your request, cause I don't wanna cry anymoree and I felt it would be writing the same thing, but then my mind shot some ideas back at me and you were so sweet and kind with your comments I decided to go with it. It's a bit short but hope u like it!

Xx,

Sky.

"HOW TO GRIEVE"

TECH/F READER 📩💔(💖)

WARNINGS: Death of f reader, female reader appearing as a Force ghost, sad grieving feels explicit descriptions, almost pannick/anxiety attack, comforting conversations and cuddle piles, rest of the batch comforting too. Tried to end it in a soft positive note. Strap in!

Tech had been taught many –many– things in his life time. How to memorise scaring amounts of information, how to hack into security systems, how to fix, how to pilot... No one had ever taught him how to grieve, though; and with the Batch not being very close to any of the regs, as Crosshair insisted on calling them, your death had completely pulled him off his feet. To such lost came the added effect of not losing "just" a friend; but a partner as well. He would no longer be able to close his eyes and press your foreheads together in an attempt to center himself when everything around him became too much. He would not be able to kiss you or hold you in his arms anymore; feel that wonderful conection when the two of you made love, eyes sparkling and focused in each other with quiet reverent whispers breaking the silence of the room while your souls almost seem to talk too. He would never... He would never, ever, ever, see you again. And that...

Tech's resolve finally broke and he crashed down into the floor in a loud, heartbreaking sob. He squeezed his eyes shut. Both of his hands flew up; one to press against his heart and the other one to unconsciously scratch at his throat, almost as if he were trying to pull the knot that had quickly taken residence there out and off. He couldn't cope with it. His breaths turned into crying gasps and trembling pants. He couldn't, he couldn't, he couldn't...

"Tech" a harsh tone quickly snapped him out of his loop of hurt and wallowing desperation, and he quickly glanced upwards, eyes begging for help, only to find...

You. Your...

"F-force ghost?" He quickly guessed out loud, his voice a shattered breath forcebly expulsed from his aching lungs.

You nodded gently. You kneeled beside him; slowly, as if he were a frightened creature that could turn to hide himself further if you spooked him suddenly.

You place your hand in his back, even if you know he wouldn't be able to feel it.

"H-how?" He gasps, eyes still teary, hands finding purchase against the floor now.

You smile in silence. Always so curious, your Tech.

"I can't answer that. I don't even know how to explain this transition. It's..." your brow furrows. "A mix between real and not, consciensce and not, I was seeing things and nothing at the same time, feelings were..."

You shake yourself with a tiny guilty smile, and Tech nods. Maybe human mind's are just incapable of reproducing and completely understanding the mistery that is the Force; they only get tiny snips of it. He feels his heart slowly returning to it's usual rythim. He moves and flops to sit on the floor, knees crossed.

He takes a deep breath. No one had taught him to grieve; but he had read about it, saved the information like every other thing he learnt by himself in case it came up being useful. A part of him always knew he would be forced to experience this at some point or another; he just wished it hadn't had to be you.

"You should'nt have tried to save me. Should have let me die" he says, voice almost a whisper, but a surprisingly firm whisper at that. "There's millions of me. Kaminoans would have no trouble creating a perfect replica. You... You're just one".

Your eyes turned sad, your almost invisible hand trying to caress his arms. He tracked the movement with an involuntary pout on his plump lips; lips you'd never be able to kiss again. Oh, how you desperately wished...

"Don't say that" you replied, voice soft and gentle. "You know I never liked hearing you say that. You're so special, Tech, such a beautiful person. I didn't fall in love with any of your brothers, any other clones. I fell in love with you, just you, because you're your own wonderful person. I love you so much, Tech. Like i never thought i would love someone else".

Your words causes Tech's emotions to pull into two different directions, making his mind feel like a mess. For one part, it hurts him so much to hear that, knowing he won't be able to continue sharing that love with you anymore; but it also soothes his pain, like a soft blanket of warmth and comfort made of your pure, selfless love for him is being gently placed upon his shoulders.

Tech gives you a sad, trembling smile and carefully extends his hands towards you. It hovers between your body shapes before he lets it fall down dejectedly, thumping strengthless against the floor.

"How am I supposed to carry on without you?" he asks, in a whisper, an almost innocent look on his face and eyes.

Tech has no answer for this, no matter all that he's learnt and investigated. He's utterly, completely lost in this.

You smile at him, softness conveined in your expression even in this ghost state.

"You have your brothers to help you. To take care of you" you tell him, gentle, patiently, almost like a mother would comfort a child. "It'll take time, but you will carry on. At one point the pain will turn more nostalgic than raw, and you'll..."

You hesitate, your own feelings not completely real in this Force ghost state –more soothed, dampened, taken care of– but still there; you take a breath –well, you make the gesture to do so– and continue.

"You won't forget me, us... But I promiss, you'll be okay."

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Half an hour later finds you both laying down on Tech's bunk on the Batch's barraks. You've been whispering to each other almost nonstop for the first twenty minutes or so –remembering and laughing about happy or silly times together, confessing things you always wanted to say to the other but never felt brave enough–. The last ten have been spent on silence, though; your faces close to each other as if you could both feel each other's warmth; memorising every inch of the other's face. You're glad your Force ghost looks like a peacefull version of yourself, not the last one tainted by blood and the grieves of years of war.

The door opens and different set of steps freeze on their way to their own bunks. It's obvious; everyone's shocked.

"Hey, guys" you chuckle, pulling yourself up from your place in Tech's cot. "Yeah, I'm a Force ghost now".

No one laughs or chuckles at your obvious dead-pan. Wrecker's eyes fiñl with tears inmediately, while Echo gulps down his sorrow and Crosshair glances to the side guiltily. Hunter's eyes flicker between Tech and your bluish figure and clenches his jaw before looking down.

"It's none of your fault" you quickly correct their thoughts. Such selfless, honorable men, this ones. "Please don't ever think that. Now... i can't be here for long. I don't really know how this works, but I can feel the Force trying to pull me elsewhere. I don't know when or if I will be able to come back. Tech..." you glance at him, his expresion closed of and quiet, tears dried on his cheeks, now. Almost looking composed. "Needs your help. He's not okay, though I am perfectly aware he'll try to cover that" you smile at him, softly. "I think it would be a good idea to get him into one of your cuddle piles".

Everyone nods firmly, and almost as if you've given them an order yourself, they sprint in action, quickly throwing down all the cots on the free space on the floor and pushing them together into one big bed enough to house them all. Tech doesn't have strength to move, to react much; he's not ready to talk about this with his family, yet, but it doesn't matter. Wrecker carries him carefully and places him in the middle of the cots; the rest of them quickly taking their spot on his sides. Hunter presses closer to him while –surprisingly– Crosshair lays on Tech's other side; Echo taking his spot besides Hunter and Wrecker on the oposite side. He's oficially squished between his four brothers, his family; and Tech didn't even realized how much he needed their comfort and warmth until now.

He feels his eyelids dropping, exhaustion creeping in. He has enough strength to tilt his head up and look at your shape.

"Please, don't go" he softly asks. "At least... At least until I'm asleep".

You nod with a loving small smile.

"Of course. I'll always come and stay with you however I can, cyare".

Tech shows a tiny fond smile, moved by the affectionate use of Mando'a –he taught you himself– and nuzzles his nose closer to Hunter's neck with a hum. The sergeant hums back at him and instinctively presses closer, arms wrapping around his younger brother. Crosshair silently imitates him on Tech's other side. To be honest, he hates hugs; but he'll be damned if he didn't try his best at comforting one of the most important persons in his life. He never says so, but he loves every single one of his brothers; a special little soft spot in his heart belonging particularly to Tech.

You know all this, and you can't help but whisper a general "I love you, boys" as well. You'll miss them, too. They were great friends.

You receive a tired wave of choruses back.

"Love you, Tech" you whisper to him, you can't help it yourself. You needed him to hear you say it one more time.

Tech hums almost sleeping, now.

"Love you, ner karta (my heart)" he mumbles, muffled against Hunter's neck.

The man caresses Tech's hair gently until he falls asleep; then, Hunter carefully pulls his goggles off and leaves them in a safe spot on the floor besides them.

Hunter waits until all of his brothers are well asleep; ever the leader, ever the big brother. The protector. He'd do anything for them. Then, he stares at you with an understanding soft expresion on his face; and you shoot him back one of your own, while the bluish light of your shape extinguishes from the barraks in a quiet goodbye. Hunter sighs quietly and nuzzles back into Tech's form, relishing in his and Echo's warmth at his back.

You comfort yourself thinking they will all take care of each other; and you might be able to find them in this afterlife someday. For now, Tech will still live; and he'll be safe with his family, his aliit.

THE END.

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Omgggg you guysss MY FEELINGSSS FJDBFBDJXBSB! This made me get that knot in my throat, my poor baby tech, why u request me this sad stuff ahhhhhh.

Nah, im glad u did though, it was intense to write this piece but i think it came out beautifully if i may say so myself. I hope u liked it!

Okay, we have two Hunter fanfics coming up next!! We will have a little action/teasing one and another more on the fluffy first kiss romantic side. They're both pretty original request ideas so I think you'll like them.

Stay tunned (and remember i'm always up for a chat dm)!

Xx,

Sky.

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Dawn of Hope

This is going to start in that weird place where we are taking canon and making it simultaneously better AND very much worse.  Also, as always, I may be ignoring or ignorant of some part of canon that contradicts this stuff, forgive me. 

While there are many changs we need to address, the biggest is that Anakin does not choose Palpatine, or Fall, during the fight between the Council and Palpatine (Also, because I truly believe that it is the point of no return for Anakin’s fall, he did not kill the Tuskens). This does not actually make anything better.  

Anakin’s refusal caused the three way fight to last a bit longer, but also ended with Mace Windu’s death. The Force began to scream that Anakin needed to get back to the temple immediately. Anakin disengages from the fight and escapes.  Palpatine let him go, since this was still in line with several of Palpatine's plans (I fully believe that Palapine had a plan for any eventuality). Palpatine calls for Order 66 and Anakin arrives back at the temple mere moments before the 501st.  Anakin is horrified to see his men firing on, and killing, the Jedi in the temple and ignoring his attempts to order them to stop (it is important to note that in this, there is no indication in the Force or their behavior why the clones have suddenly started shooting Jedi; also Fives report in this one was not intelligible enough-due to being drugged-to give either Anakin or Rex information about the chips).  His help gives the appearance that the temple can start evacuating (they rebuffed wave one) and Anakin is told by one of the temple guards that a group of initiates had been locked in the council chambers for safety, but they need a counselor to unlock the door to evacuate them.  

Anakin goes down and unlocks the chamber, and just as the initiates look up at him with hopeful eyes, believing that they have been saved…Anakin is knocked unconscious by the temple guard, who had been one of the guards that betrayed the Jedi. The guard then slaughtered the children (all of them, including Reva as the guard had not been as conflicted) and dragged Anakin away (Palpatine now intended to torture him into Falling) as the other traitor guards disabled the last of the protections for the temple, letting the clones come back in to kill everyone.

 Another change was that early in the war Cody took a hit to the head that, unbeknownst to everyone, broke the chip. The extra time it took for Palpatine to call for Order 66 meant that Obi Wan had reached the upper levels and that Cody had joined him there when the chips activated and every clone, except Cody, started trying to kill any Jedi (for apparently no reason).  Cody and Obi Wan are able to escape, but there is a part of Cody that will never forgive himself for the fact that they both had to kill some of his brothers to do so.  They are able to get to Coruscant, where they meet up with Yoda at the ruins of the Jedi temple.  They see the surveillance video (the clones attacking, the temple guards that betrayed them, Anakin being captured, the younglings being slaughtered). 

The next step is obviously to rescue Anakin. Now both Yoda and Obi Wan are self aware enough to admit that this would have been the goal for no other reason than that Anakin was part of their lineage. However realistically he is also the only other Jedi they know is still alive, a powerful fighter, and would be a devastating enemy if he could be coerced to fall (they do not know for sure that this is the goal, but there are only a few reasons to take Anakin alive). Knowing that they would need to rely on the Force to move quickly Cody is sent to collect Padme before she can be used against Anakin. 

By the time Yoda and Obi Wan find Anakin, he has been tortured but has not fallen. Obi Wan is able to escape with Anakin, though Yoda gives his life for them to do so.   Anakin injuries mean that his remaining flesh arm and his legs have to be amputated. The stress causes the twins to be stillborn and the measures needed to save Padme’s life remove her ability to have any other children.  

Obi Wan and Anakin are the last Jedi in the galaxy at this point. Through chance or circumstance everyone else died in the Purge(This includes Ahsoka. With the extra time and without Rex having knowledge of the chips, she is eventually killed by the clones; the fight did enough damage that the ship still crashed into that moon, killing everyone on board-including Maul).  They are only just able to get the mechanics to replace Anakin’s missing limbs, and the four keep on the move to lay low.  By the time both Padme and Anakin have healed from those first few days, 18 months have passed and the galaxy continues to grow darker. 

Bail Organa’s fledgling rebellion has been found out (a combination of the lack of a daughter had Bail focusing on the rebellion more, and moving just a hair too fast, and Palpatine not having Vader to deal with-both not spending time focused on his recovery and not needing an enemy to point Vader at one he has healed). Bail and Breha have been executed as warmongers and traitors with a Palpatine approved puppet installed as the new ruler of Alderaan. Any friends that any of the four might have had were swept up in the aftermath of the failed Rebellion. 

At the two year mark Palpatine, who no longer has any use for the Clones, as he had recruited a natborn army in the meantime, issues another Order, this time for the last remnants of the GAR to kill themselves. 

Cody is the last Clone of the GAR in the galaxy, and none of four of them know about the chip. 

These four have no friends, no help, and no hope. And they survive in this galaxy where they can rely only on each other for another 8 years.  

In that time neither Anakin nor Obi Wan fall. This is not due to some extra attachment to the light, but the fact that there is nothing the dark can offer them. How do you resurrect an entire culture? Who would they even try to bring back? Because they do not know about the chips, they do not have one person, even Palpatine, that they can blame or get revenge on. 

Also during these 8 years the four form a Force bond, tying their life forces together.  Though the bond is deliberate, and of the Light Side, none of them are quite sure if it is ‘If one dies, we all die’ or ‘we all have to die for one to die’. Frankly, in the galaxy they live in, they figure there is not much difference.  This bond does have the effect of slowing all of their aging to the slowest (Anakin, with his Force connection ages at one third the normal human rate once he reached maturity)

10 years after Order 66 and the Purge, our four feral survivors find an artifact that will take them to a new timeline.  It has not been used often, because there is no control over where or when they will be dropped, there is no way back, and most people do not want to chance that they will end up somewhere worse. Our four are not worried about worse, they know that they have the worst timeline, and they have no one to try and come back to. So they activate the artifact.

It drops them into the canon timeline, during A New Hope, on the Death Star,  just before Darth Vader strikes Obi Wan Kenobi. This derails Old Ben’s attempt at martyrdom. Darth Vader is immediately distracted by Padme Amidala, looking older than he remembered but younger than she should be (had she lived).

As they all recognized an older version of Obi Wan, and guessing that the tall being in black is the bad guy, the four dimension travelers grab Old Ben, the teeny boppers (Luke, Leia, and Han look unbelievably young to them) with the Wookie and the familiar droids (as none of them look like they belong on the Death Star) and hustled them onto to only ship that does not look imperial (A Corellian Freighter) and escape while Vader is staring at the spot where Padme Amidala had appeared. 

The only reason that they were not immediately shot out of the sky is that Vader realized that Padme was on that ship and made sure no one shot the Millenium Falcon. 

The Millenium Falcon, and everyone she holds, escapes. They take some time to make sure that they are not being followed before Han, with input from Leia, sets a course to the nearest Rebel Base. There is enough confusion that he does not even ask about payment. 

Then everyone turns to the four dimension travelers.  Obi Wan, the younger, looks at Old Ben and goes ‘Hello There’ in a tone that is distressingly flirty for a solid half the ship. Anakin rolls his eyes, whacks Obi Wan (the younger) upside the head, and goes ‘set up a threesome between yourself, you husband (Cody), and yourself later’. 

Old Ben looks far too considering for Luke and Leia’s piece of mind. 

It is Padme who introduces the four dimension travelers, with a brief overview that they were from a different timeline.  Upon Padme introducing Anakin, Luke perks up and goes ‘Oh, you’re my father’

Anakin practically squeals with excitement that he (Luke) must be one of the babies (Padme also got visibly excited and interested in the answer), and asks if he is Luke or Leia.  Luke somewhat blankly answers with his name. A moment passes then Luke goes ‘BABIES???’ At the same time Leia goes ‘LUKE OR LEIA???’

At some point in the midst of this chaos Luke manages to tell Anakin that the Anakin was killed by Darth Vader (and clarifies that Darth Vader was the tall fucker in black). 

Both Anakin and Obi Wan feel the wince in the force coming from Old Ben at that statement. Old Ben, for his part, fully expected to be dead before having to have this conversation on ‘from a certain point of view’ with his niece and nephew. He also did not expect to be having this conversation with another version of himself with three people he had loved and lost to decades earlier. 

Old Ben manages to get out a single ‘from a certain point of view’ before Anakin goes ‘Oh, other me is Vader. I Fell’

Old Ben agrees (which increased the Chaos quite a bit and it takes some time for those revelations to sink in). It is at this point here a minor, but somewhat critical misunderstanding occurs. Once Anakin found out that this universe’s version fell, he muttered that it must have been the torture. Anakin has made an assumption that this Anakin was also captured by the Guard and was tortured until he Fell. Old Ben hears this and assumes that his Anakin was tortured to fall at some point before he killed the younglings (in this one Old Ben never found out why his Anakin fell).  Neither are speaking directly enough about what had happened to catch onto the mistake (both had had time to come to terms with what happened, it still is deeply traumatic and neither really wants to talk about it), though it will be resolved quickly and without real drama. 

Padme asks about her own fate, given that it is clear that neither of her children recognize either of their parents by sight. Old Ben says she died in childbirth. Padme, very used to Obi Wan’s ‘from a certain point of view’, drily asked how much Anakin’s fall contributed to her death.  Old Ben winced and admitted to the choking and throwing. 

Old Ben also admits that he has not seen Cody since Utapau.  No one on the ship is aware of the chips, so no one knows to disagree when Cody goes ‘so I went insane with my brothers’. Old Ben, Cody, and Obi Wan compare notes and realize that the clones ‘going insane’ happened a bit later to Obi Wan then it did to Old Ben.  They come to the erroneous, but understandable, conclusion that Obi Wan’s presence when Order 66 went out (not that they know that is what happened) somehow kept Cody from going crazy. 

On the other side of the ship Padme and Anakin are making a concerted effort to get to know their now adult children. 

Then they arrive at the Rebel base and additional, hilarious chaos. The Rebellion expected the Corellian freighter carrying Leia Organa (and were ecstatic that Leia, at least, survived Alderaan destruction) with R2D2 and C3P0.  They neither expected nor did not expect Han, Chewbacca, and Luke. They very much did not expect the Corellian freighter to be carrying: Presumed dead General Anakin Skywalker, Very officially dead Padme Amidala, not one but two General Obi Wan Kenobi (Possibly dead-no one has seen or heard of him in a decade, still has the highest bounty in the Empire; Also visibly different ages), and Cody (who was supposed to be on a mission somewhere in the Cadavine sector and looking much younger than he should). 

Our four dimension travelers are abjectly overjoyed, as anyone they recognize has been dead a long time as far as they are concerned, to see the people of the rebellion. It is in this set of explanations that there are many revelations. Including, but not limited to: Vader’s fall was not from being tortured (Anakin posits that Vader chose to Fall to try and save Padme, then killed her anyway); The revelation about the chips in the Clones; The revelation of Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa, twin children of Anakin and Padme. 

The Leaders of the Rebellion starts to recall any Force Sensitives, Clones, and anyone who the four dimension travelers would have recognized. There are many happy reunions (including Old Ben reuniting with the Older Cody; which eventually also results in a foursome with the younger Obi Wan and Cody) As soon as it is clear that the dimension travelers intend to stay, the Rebellion starts to plan how to use having 2 Obi Wans, 2 Codys, a non fallen Anakin, and a living Padme in their fight against the Empire (the propaganda potential alone is glorious).   None of them are really in the position to be on the frontlines, but there is still plenty they can help with.

Anakin does put his foot down, that they will not hide that they come from a different dimension. Some of the rebellion had talked at first at playing that the four had been put into some kind of status (since three of the four were presumed dead, and the fourth was also genetically identical to enough people that the stasis is realistic).  Anakin pointed out that doing that would essentially steal Old Ben and Older Cody’s identity. Plus, and this was the argument that actually worked, hearing that Anakin was a dimensional traveler from a timeline where Anakin chose not to fall AND did not cause his wife’s death would both piss Vader off and, possibly demoralize him.

Anakin and Padme take special missions to squash Vaders psych like a bug.

It works.

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Puppet on a String Chp.2 (Fives x Reader)

Chapter 1. Chapter 3.

Strolling the Streets

CW: Fives x Reader, Reader is a medical practitioner, mentions of Umbara Arc, mentions of Pong Krell, Crying, Grief, Fives crying is his own warning, angst, swearing, anti-clone propaganda, kissing, tickling, some fluff, anti-jedi sentiment, Death mention at the end

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You returned to your apartment with Fives. As soon as his armor was removed, he crawled into your bed and fell asleep in his blacks. The poor ARC trooper wasn’t even under the blankets when he passed out.

Sitting on the bed next to him, you stroked his cheek softly with one hand. The other held a datapad, with all the information and scans the 501st doctor had sent. 

ANOMALY: right orbital floor, parietal and temporal intersection

Anomaly…

Based on the scans, there was a massive chance this was beyond the 501st legion. Every clone had this anomaly. And theories ran through your head. 

Was this a defect of the cloning process?

A mutation from their base DNA?

This…anomaly would be figured out soon you guessed. This wasn’t a secret to the medical personnel you knew. These scans were sent to almost every nat-born doctor in the Grand Republic Medical Facility. and those interested were going to look deeper into them. 

Granted, if any of them broke confidentiality oaths, that would be their career, job and any social standing in the medical field. 

Fives shifted, grabbing your hand and kissing your fingers. You looked down, your eyes meeting his own. 

“Hi,” You smiled softly, “How are you feeling?” 

“Better, knowing an angel was looking over me.” He smirked back, shifting to sit up. 

You snorted, putting the datapad down to hold him close. The trooper leaned into your side, closing his eyes again. 

Fives was exhausted. That much was clear. Umbara had taken so much out of him.

Ruthless fighting. Hardcase, and so many other soldiers were killed. Pong Krell, a Jedi, being a traitor. 

And ARC trooper, along with his other brothers, were expected to shoulder it all and continue on like it was nothing. 

“Do you need to get back to the barracks or can you stay with me?” You asked softly, “I don’t want you…” 

To be alone. You nearly said. The truth was, Fives wasn’t alone. He had the troopers. His fellow clones. 

Vode, he called them. His brothers.

You settled on asking something else, “Do you want to stay here?”

“May i?” Your lover sounded relieved when you asked, “I…I want to be with you.” he always did love the sense of domesticity he got from staying in your apartment.

“Of course-!” You couldn’t even finish your sentence before he cut you off.

He pounced on you, causing you to fall back onto your bed. The trooper was over you, peppering your face in kisses. You halfheartedly tried to push him off, giggling as he kept pecking your skin. However, he started tickling you, making you laugh. 

“F-Fives!” you were breathless, wrapping your arms around his chest, “Fives stop it!” His hands were everywhere on you, bringing out just delightful laughs from your lips. Until he stole them into a kiss. 

You wanted to remain like that for a while, just taking in his presence. However, he pulled away and buried his face in your shoulder. 

“I love you,” He murmured, “I love you.” Ever so slightly, Fives trembled, “I love you…” Warm tears seeped through your clothes, telling you his mental state.

He’s breaking down again. 

You kept him close, keeping your arms around his chest, “I love you too, Fives.” your words were a soft, gentle whisper.

The both of you remained there, tangled in each other's presence for the rest of the night. You refused to let him go, not until he drifted to sleep again. This time though, he managed to get under your blanket, snuggling close into your body. 

Before you fell asleep as well, your eyes settled on your forgotten datapad.

You had a bad feeling about that anomaly…

Apparently so did your supervisor, because you were informed the next morning that she, along with some members of the ethics committee, had organized a meeting with Kamino. Several rotations later, they boarded a transport ship and left Coruscant. 

You, however, continued your usual job. When Dr.Mila was away, you held down her specific fort in the medical facility. Which, to your heartache, took time away from Fives. 

The only consolation was the fact that the ARC trooper had his own orders and duties. Especially after being one of the clones to fire on Pong Krell. He was questioned about what happened. From landing on Umbara to leaving. 

The Jedi were ruthless. Unable to come to terms that one of their own had done such intense damage to the GAR. Every night afterward, he came to your apartment, hyperventilating and sobbing. He was forced to relive it all, over and over again for the Jedi. 

The only support he had during these interrogations were Ahsoka and Anakin trying to put a stop to the questions. 

While you didn’t like the Jedi, you truly appreciated those two. They were good. They were kind and determined. Everything a Jedi should be. 

You weren’t alone in your opinions either. Everyday you heard colleagues and patients alike gossip about how the Jedi were no longer the defenders of peace. They were political pawns, acting on the  whims of the senate. 

You’ve never told your ARC trooper lover. He was loyal to the Republic and the Jedi, you couldn’t tell him your thoughts. So you kept silent about the generals. He most likely knew, after all, it was hard to ignore the rising ire over the war.

You were still vocal about your support for clones and clone rights, of course. However, other individuals didn’t say the same. Just like the Jedi, the clone troopers were also facing the rising levels of dissent and loathing. 

It was hard to ignore now. You stepped outside into the Coruscant air, taking a deep breath. On a light pole right outside the medical facility was a fresh flimsi sign in bright colors and anti-clone imagery.

As Natural as a Droid Army! The poster read loudly. 

Fives was waiting for you, leaning against the light pole, arms crossed. His eyes were closed, as if trying to ignore such a hateful message. It broke your heart.

Pathetic assholes, you huffed, approaching the pole and ripping the poster down. Angrily, you shredded it into smaller pieces before tossing them to the ground. Someone scoffed as they walked past you, another person let out a quiet, ‘finally it’s gone’. It was clear that many others still supported the troopers.

Good.

“Thank you, mesh’la.” He murmured, standing straight, “If I took it down, I would have been arrested.” 

“Ignorant asshole,” you mumbled, greeting him properly with a peck on the lips, “Care to walk me home, my dear?” 

He smirked, “If you want me to.” There was a deep sadness in his brown eyes. As if the poster did more damage to him than he let on. You read the clone in front of you easily, you didn’t mention it. 

Your smile was genuine as you interlocked your fingers with his, “I’d like that.” You leaned into his side, letting him drape an arm over your shoulders. He needed more support than he was letting on and you’d be happy to provide.

The two of you strolled the Coruscant streets. Even at night the entire planet was alive with people, vehicles, lights and sounds. You and your lover shared gossip to each other, the latest whispers in the army as you walked home. 

You giggled as he told you some wild rumor that Cody and General Secura were in a relationship. It was, of course, false but hearing such ridiculous things helped Fives get his mind off of…everything. 

As you hit the street where your apartment building was located, you tugged his arm, leading him elsewhere. 

“Wrong way, mesh’la,” He raised a brow, “Unless you're taking me on an adventure.”

“There's a new bakery that's opened up down the block,” You informed him, “I’m in the mood for something sweet.” 

Fives’ steps followed yours. He squeezed your hand as you weaved around those who also walked the streets. Perhaps he knew this was your attempt to help him feel better. Or maybe he was just happy to have a normal date with you. Especially after Umbara and the Jedi questioning.

You found the bakery and within minutes you and him were sharing a piece of overly rich cake. The amount of sugar was almost too much, but you didn’t care. The best part of eating such a sweet thing was who you shared it with. 

The ARC trooper in front of you looked lovely under the warm and welcoming light. His eyes reflected overhead lamps, making them burn with a warm amber color. 

Handsome. So handsome… you were certain you had hearts floating around your head at this point.

Fives caught you staring dreamily. He gave you a cheeky grin, “See something you like?”

“Very much, yes,” You responded, returning his smirk, “The most wonderful man I’ve ever seen is in front of me.”

The clone in front of you laughed softly, “And what makes me so wonderful, mesh’la?”

“Well, let's see…” You reached across the small table and booped his nose with your finger, “You’re handsome. Kind. Passionate. Oh, and very hardworking.” Your compliments were honest, but you added one more just to stroke his ego ever so slightly, “You're also the best person to cuddle with, even if you make me late to work sometimes in the morning.” 

Your dear lover laughed, bright and genuinely. After he managed to calm down, he stood and pulled you to your feet, “I love you.” He responded, “I love you so much.” his hands were on your waist, pulling you in for a heated kiss. 

“I love you too, Fives.” You kissed him before pulling back, “Let's head home?” Your fingers were interlocked with his again. Once he nodded, you both left the bakery and made your way to your apartment. 

Fives radiated relaxation now. He needed the escape. Just a couple hours to forget everything that's happened during the war. 

Once you made it to your apartment, the clone trooper went to the fresher for a shower while you checked your holo. There were several missed calls from multiple colleagues. 

“W-what?” Your blood ran cold. What happened? Was it an emergency? Did something occur at the medical facility?

You pressed the holo, calling the most recent missed call. A Pantoran nurse by the name of Rino had attempted to reach you 4 minutes ago. Once he answered you fired out questions, “I’m sorry I missed the calls. What's going on? Is something wrong?”

Rino looked disheveled, emotional and distraught, “Oh thank the stars you're ok. Something’s happened!” 

“Rino, what the fuck is going on!?” Your patience ran thin, you needed answers. 

“The meeting…with Nala Se and Dr.Mila’s group,” He answered, voice cracking, “Their ship…it was attacked after they left Kamino.”

Your eyes widened and you could feel your brain go into shock.

“No one survived the attack!”

[hotpinkboots]

SO TO COUNTER THE BREAK UP REQUEST THAT WAS SO VERY HEART BREAKING AND WELL WRITTEN

Can you do something w a similar start where reader is starting to take Anakin for granted and get annoyed but he asks her if she’s happy and how to make her happy and she remembers why she fell in love with him? Angst with a very fluffy ending because reader realizes she took his love for granted and starts treating him better and they live happily ever after, it’s the only way to mend my heart bc DAMN you can right good angst 😭

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~𝕬𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖐𝖞𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖗 x Fem!Reader (Angst+Fluff)~

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MWAHAHAAA SUFFERRR >:)))

AND YESSSS OF COURSE 🥺 I felt so bad writing that about Anakin, it was so sad LOL broke my heart to write! I'd love to give it a happy ending :D

Read the original post here: Anakin x Reader: Breakup Headcanons

~Enjoy~

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𝕬𝖓𝖆𝖐𝖎𝖓 𝕾𝖐𝖞𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖐𝖊𝖗

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~Anakin can pick up on your annoyance immediately.

~He's very observant and will notice the smallest change in your expression, behavior, or tone of voice.

~It's like he studies you under a microscope- He knows you better than you may think he does.

~So his solution is to talk to you about it and give you one of those big hugs where his Jedi robes drape over you like a blanket.

~As sweet as it is, you've been a bit overwhelmed by his pampering and how he's always touching you.

~He grows a bit discouraged after a bit, and he's never the type to dance around a topic and hint at it.

~Anakin is very direct about what he wants to talk about and what he wants to say.

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Anakin grew nearer, his eyes fixed on yours gently. You could feel his soft breath on your forehead as he let out a sigh, while his flesh hand nudged against your wrist, a silent ask to hold your hand.

"(Y/N)," the Jedi murmured, his voice ever so slightly strained from the fear of your answer. "Are you happy?"

Your annoyance melted from your expression, just ever so slightly. "What do you mean?" You asked him, brows knitting together in mild confusion. Happy with what? In general? In your relationship?

Anakin bit the inside of his cheek, giving a few blinks as he decided how to explain his question to you. His gaze drifted to the floor for a moment, until he swallowed and shut his eyes. He looked back at you, leaning closer as though telling you a secret.

"Are you happy with me?" He restated in a voice no louder than a murmur.

You took a moment to look at your lover. His sharp, beautiful blue eyes that looked so deeply into yours. His soft lips- lips that had latched onto yours countless times, lips that bathed yours with the most gentle of affections and adoration.

Anakin was yours, it was true. He was the one wrapped around your finger. Under your thumb. He could worship your body for hours, and he'd still want more. He could come home exhausted, and still would make a point to kiss you in greeting and ask you how your day was.

You could never use him. You could never take advantage of him for it. That is part of why was so, so terribly in love with you. You didn't take advantage of any kindness. You didn't act selfishly- you always returned every favor he did you in some way shape or form. You were an angel. His angel.

He didn't know what he would do without his angel.

Realizing how truly and deeply he loved you, made you realize how truly and deeply you loved him. You truly were a match made in Heaven.

"Anakin, I- Of course I'm happy with you," You replied, looking up at him meaningfully, "I know I've been...annoyed with you, lately. I guess I'm just overwhelmed. There's a war, one of us always has to leave suddenly as soon as we get comfortable, maybe I feel like you're a bit... overbearing?- I'm not sure..." You trailed near the end of your explanation.

Anakin smiled, and both of his hands lifted to gently rest on your shoulders, running down your arms until he reached your hands, which he lifted up to his lips, pressing soft kisses to your knuckles. "You don't need to be sure. You just need to tell me when I'm bothering you," He gave a soft chuckle against your skin, momentarily shutting his eyes to truly breathe in your presence.

"I want you to always be honest with me."

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Forgive Me (Echo x Medic Reader) - Epilogue

Words: 2.5k Warnings: Suggested injuries, paralyzation. Fluff, family. Pronouns Used: She/Her - Used of Y/N - Reader is nicknamed Snap.

Pabu was peaceful once more. With the return of those who’d gone off to Tantis came the end of a chapter and the beginning of a new one. The fight against the empire had just begun, and at the call of Echo, Rex, Gregor, and Howzer joined the group on the peaceful island. Each greeted with the news of (Y/N), the truth about the CX Troopers, and reunited with old friends many believed to have been lost. By far, Fives’s reappearance was the most shocking, especially for Rex, who’d been there the day he was supposedly killed.

Although the rebellion against the Empire grew, it was put on the back burner for a few months. With the scattered information (Y/N) had managed to give, Comet fully recovered, although he chose not to fight any longer. Instead, he settled for a quiet life on Pabu, helping to protect the people. By the time the battle of Yvain took place, Comet had become known as the “Old Uncle” who told the best stories.

Dogma, too, made a full recovery. Although he’d been unaware of what had occurred after his imprisonment during the war, he had been aware of Order 66. A once rule-abiding trooper, his heart almost broke to learn the Republic was no more, being replaced with the cold, unforgiving Empire. Wanting nothing more than forgiveness for his previous action, Dogma joined the Rebellion to fight for all the brothers lost during and after the war. He wrote the names of those he fought for on his armor, ensuring they would never be forgotten.

Among the names were Tup, Kix, and Jesse. He’d helped Rex with his rebellion until the Empire launched a crushing blow on Barton 4, the base of operations at the time. There, Dogma gave his life to protect what remained of his brothers and the innocent civilians hoping to escape for a better life. Among those he saved were Hera Syndulla and the former Jedi Caleb Dume.

Although Cody physically recovered from Tantis and the empire, his mind never did. Plagued with nightmares of the past, of guilt for what he’d helped bring about, and grief for all those needlessly lost. For a while, he stayed on Pabu, helping the rebellion every now and again. After a while, he decided to search for Obi-Wan. Unknown to Snap, she’d helped him. Her repeated word of “Tattooine” was all he needed.

Once he’d found Obi-Wan on Tattooine, he apologized for what happened and asked forgiveness, volunteering to do whatever was asked of him. Although hesitant initially, Obi-Wan eventually came around, asking Cody to bury his and Anakin’s lightsabers in the Dune Sea. Cody would leave Tattooine in 3BBY when Mon Mothma called for aid in her rebellion. He became a pilot and later an instructor for the Rebellion, helping to train those who bravely volunteered and prepare them for battle.

Fives, on the other hand, was a different matter altogether. Hemlock had taken an interest in the former Arc Trooper, claiming him as his personal project. After much research it was revealed Fives was supposed to be phase two of the CX troopers, aimed to be more like the Bad Batch members, enhanced physically and mentally. Because of that, his programming was far harder to reverse. Although thankful, he was able to recognize those he’d previously known.

Like with Dogma, he wasn’t aware of the Republic’s fall nor Order 66 and the destruction of the Jedi. All of it came as a cruel shock to the former Arc Trooper, even more so when it became clear all of it was a part of the plot he’d discovered before his believed death. It took several years to reverse what Hemlock had done, but it had come at a cost. With the removal of the implants, Fives was paralyzed from the waist down. However, that didn’t stop him from living a full life on Pabu, free from the war, both past and present. Fives would spend his time in the island's gardens and with (Y/N). His favorite time of day was sunset. The sight of the island lighting up never ceased to amaze him.

Gregor, Rex, and Howzer stayed on Pabu for a while after Tantis and joined the others. Howzer had taken a liking to Emerie, and thrust went on several assignments with her. The pair eventually reunited Jax, Eva, Baron, and Sami with their families. Like Cody, Howzer would join the Rebellion, being inspired by the words of the young Jedi Knight, Ezra Bridger. Sadly, Howzer and Emerie both perished at Scarif, helping Jyn Erso with her surprise attack and retrieval of the Death Star plans.

As everyone knows, Rex, Wolffe, and Gregor went into “retirement” briefly. But before that, they fought in many more battles, including Barton 4, The first failed Battle of Scarif, and The Battle of Anaxes. The latter resulted in the destruction of the planet due to the old volatile bomb Admiral Trent had once planted exploding.

All three great commanders would rejoin the fight many years later, likely many brothers they each joined the rebellion in varying degrees. Rex joined the Phoenix Squadron and later fought in the Battles of Lothal, Yvain 4, Hoth, and Endor. Rex would also be reunited with R2-D2, and told Luke stories of his father, Anakin Skywalker.

Gregor would fight and fall in the Battle of Lothal, finally being able to fight for a course he believed in and a battle of his own choosing. He’d later be laid to rest on Pabu, under the watchful eye of (Y/N)—the civvi medic who became family.

Wolffe was a different story. Although he fought in the Clone Uprising, he joined later than many of his brothers. Refusing to leave Snap until he was sure she’d be okay, the civvi medic all put throwing him on the ship, showing shades of her old self when she swore to bring hell if he didn’t keep in contact. Wolffe kept his promise throughout retirement and remained in contact with (Y/N), the Bad Batch members, and Comet.

Following the loss of Gregor and the battle of Lothal, Wolffe continued to fight, joining the Havoc Squadron, which was made up of Omega, Mox, Deke, and Stak. Many times, he commented they remained him of the boys, his wolf pack. When the Civil War ended, Wolffe retired once more, becoming a permanent Pabu resident. When returning, he took Omega and the rest of Havoc home.

What happened to the family of Clone Force 99, you may ask? Well, simply put, they retired. With all the jokes, antics, and family drama, one might expect. During the quieter moments, Omega’s training continued, with Deke, Mox, and Stak joining. Over the years, Fives, Comet, and (Y/N) were pulled into the family unit, ensuring none of them were alone. Wolffe would begrudgingly become a member of the makeshift family when the Civil War ended. Omega nicknamed him Gruffly Uncle Wolffe and occasionally Growls, depending on her mood.

Wrecker turned his love of fishing into a day job, joining the fishermen on the tides for days on end. Of course, he’d always come back with elaborate stories to tell and always greeted those who were part of his family with a bone-crushing hug. By the time the “kids” joined the war effort, Wrecker was confined to a wheelchair, but that didn’t stop him from playing games with the kids and being there to see Stak off the night he joined the Rebellion.

Believe it or not, Crosshair decided to open a little carnival of shooting games, everything from throwing things at targets to water guns. For the fun of it, he’d added hook-a-duck and give prizes. The former sniper also loved cooking and drawing, often experimenting in the kitchen and engaging in banter with Hunter and Wrecker. His artistic skills were something of a legend on Pabu, his keen eyes allowing him to capture the details others missed. Eventually Crosshair took up photography, capturing the beauty in both people and the simple things in life.

At some point, he “adopted” Deke, ensuring the former cadet had a family to rely on. He passed down all his skills as a sniper, unknowingly preparing him for the rebellion to come. Although reluctant to let Deke go, Crosshair would see his boy off the day he left Pabu and greeted him with a fatherly hug when he returned. The two were in constant contact through the war, with Deke never being afraid to pester his dad for advice, needing a confidence boost or a reminder of home.

Tech had quite the journey. At first he avoided almost everything to do with his life before Tantis and becoming a CX Trooper. Instead, focusing on helping (Y/N) recover and reversing the reconditioning each trooper, including himself, had been put through. For the most part, Tech recovered; although his mind remained the same, he could never steady his hands again. There were always tremors and spasms. Along the way, he’d also lost his confidence, becoming self-conscious about his scars and mismatched eyes.

Wolffe helped with the scars, while Phee and (Y/N) had worked together. Phee worked on the present and future, while Snap helped Tech process the past and became the project he wanted to fix. Eventually, Tech joined Phee on her adventures across the galaxy, reigniting their previous spark of romance. Tech and Phee would adopt Mox and eventually marry; although they’d go on all kinds of adventures, they’d always return with priceless artifacts from across the galaxy.

Sadly, Tech eventually lost his sight. No one knows for sure what happened. He’d woken up one day, and his normal golden eye was nothing but black. His cybernetic was damaged not long after, resulting in partial blurred vision. Despite losing vision, Tech still enjoyed the peaceful life on Pabu, becoming a flight instructor after retiring from going on adventures with Phee. Just like Wrecker, Crosshair, and Hunter, Tech was there to see Mox off when he joined the Rebellion, a proud smile knowing the next generation was ready to take over.

What happened to Echo and Y/N, I hear you ask?

Echo stayed on Pabu for a while, enjoying the peace and helping where possible. He was there for Cody when the reversal process started and Tech when the exceptionally minded clone allowed him to help. Likewise, when the struggles began with Fives and (Y/N), Echo was there to offer a hand.

The challenge with Snap truly started upon finding out how much she remembered. She did remember some things from the war, joining the efforts: Fox, Thorn and the Coruscant Guard, Master Plo, Wolffe, and the 104th. She remembered everything, right up to the day Fives had told her of Echo’s supposed death at the Citadel. Then nothing. Anyone she met after that point had to reintroduce themselves, hoping something, anything, would retrigger her memory of them.

Over time, other things came to light. At first, (Y/N) struggled to speak outside of a selected few repeated words: Tech, Help, Thank you, Love, Necklace, and Free. Eventually, she was able to speak almost perfectly, with a stutter and sometimes long pauses, as she took the time to allow her mind to catch up. Hunter took the time to help her speak with Tech and Wolffe's assistance.

Retrigging (Y/N)’s memory wasn’t easy. Certain words seemed to bring things back, as did actions and objects, but it didn’t always stick. Sometimes, it was as if her memory reset every night. As you can gather, Snap was never able to return to her previous role of Medic, her mind too broken to allow her to continue doing her previous job role. Although she did patch the boys up from time to time.

No one knows for sure what triggered her memory of Echo’s rescue. Every time she’d seen him before that, it was as if she didn’t know who he was. He’d introduce himself as if they were strangers. Then, one day, she recognized him. That day, her first words to him were simple enough: “You’re alive.”

Echo hadn’t smiled as much as he had done that day. To hear her utter those words, knowing she remembered something more, meant the galaxy to him. However their relationship never returned to what it was, mainly due to Echo’s guilt for what happened. He blamed himself even if no one else did, even if (Y/N) didn’t.

Instead, The pair built up a strong friendship; Snap would offer the encouragement needed to continue his fight against the empire while reminding him to stay safe; his family still needed him after all, even if he didn’t realize it.

The hardest part for Snap was relearning all she forgot, sometimes, many times over. Her family, the war ends, the fall of the republic, the Jedi purge, and even her own actions. The latter of which (Y/N) was determined to put right. Eventually succeeding, first with Cody, then Comet, Tech, after he finally deemed she was able to complete the necessary steps sufficiently, and finally Fives, with Tech assisting, and Rex along with Gregor to provide a helping hand when needed.

Of course, Wrecker kept to his word; he contacted Devika when the ship landed on Pabu. The young Senator visited at every chance, helping where she could and thanking with gifts and knowledge. When away, Devika would also call at every opportunity, updating those stowed away on the peaceful island on the goings-on of the wider galaxy.

As for retirement, Echo never really did retire; when the uprising failed, he helped Devika with her plans in the senate, eventually leading to a bigger rebellion. For the most part, the former Arc Trooper worked as an analyst and battle strategist. However, when the others retired, he remained in contact with the bad batch and the family on Pabu, along with Rex, Gregor, and Wolffe. Echo lived to see the empire fall, settling down on Coruscant when it all ended, along with Rex. However, he’d visit Pabu when able.

(Y/N) never left Pabu, instead settling on the island along with those who became her family. Although she could never aid as a medic again, she did train the next generation. And helped to raise the kids. At first, she lived with the Batch, mainly with Hunter and Tech, if only so they could keep an eye on her and help when needed. Eventually, though, she tried to live on her own, something that they all discovered was disastrous, even more so upon discovering (Y/N) no longer had the mental capacity to live alone.

By the time Mon Mothma called for the rebellion to unite, Snap was living with Fives and Comet, running a little stall at the island market, selling flowers from her little garden and handmade clothes, blankets, and trinkets. She never got tired of hearing the stories the others would tell, and although her memory never truly recovered, she still enjoyed listening to the others, whether it be about past adventures or about their day. They were her family, salvation, saviors, and rocks when she needed them most—her reason for continuing when she lost everything, including herself.

~End~

A/N - Thank you for coming on this little journey with me. May the force be with you, always x

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The Way of Things

Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, Anakin Skywalker (kind of) Rating: Everyone Word Count: 1.2K Summary: Ahsoka says goodbye to Rex, one last time. A/N: Ahsoka and Rex's friendship is so important to me. I'm sorry. I cried writing this. Still not over it.

When Ahsoka said goodbye to Rex for the last time, she didn’t do it with words.

She couldn’t.

It wasn’t enough.

Sitting next to her oldest friend, his hand — once so strong, now weathered and spotted with age — grasped firmly in hers, Ahsoka found herself instead thinking about what it meant to really let someone go.

Rex was waiting for her to give him that. She could feel it in the strained warmth of the Force around him. He needed, one last time, to know she would be OK. A small part of her hated that, but she understood. If their roles were reversed, it would be no different. Not after everything. Not after all this time.

That was the way of things, with them.

They’d survived two wars. Together, then apart, then together again. Ahsoka didn’t know life without Rex existing somewhere, even if it was just in her periphery. How did a person say goodbye to that?

It was selfish, she knew, to want him to stay. It had been selfish back then, at the end of the war, and it still was now, at the end of it all.

Not the end, a voice whispered in the back of her mind. She pushed it away when she recognized the tone.

Anakin came to her, sometimes, in moments of grief, worry, uncertainty. Tried to guide her and help her and sometimes she let him.

But not right now. Not with Rex.

All of the very worst things she and Rex had been through were the results of Anakin’s actions. The Order that Anakin was partially responsible for had taken Rex’s brothers just as much as it had taken Ahsoka’s Jedi family. He had taken Rex’s agency every bit as much as he had taken Ahsoka’s livelihood.

He had killed parts of them, little by little, until they’d been forced to build something new with the decay he’d left behind. And though Ahsoka had grown to accept her past and her present and Anakin’s place in both, she wasn’t sure if Rex ever had.

They’d talked about it, over the years. When Ahsoka returned from Malachor she’d told him everything — re-breaking her heart as she broke his anew. His anger and worry had rolled off him in waves of sadness, but there had been something else in their depths that Ahsoka was all too familiar with.

Guilt.

She’d worked on that with him, pushing away the nagging voice that said they could have done something, that they should have known. That maybe, one day, they’d turn out just like him. 

Slowly, over time, she felt it recede from him. But it always came back. So they’d sit, and they’d talk, and they’d figure it out. Together.

That was the way of things, with them.

Them. Not Anakin.

Throughout her life, Ahsoka had given her old master, her brother, so much of herself, of her mind. But she couldn’t give him this moment, this final moment with her friend. It wasn’t Anakin’s to claim, even if all he wanted to do was help. 

So she pushed him away and focused back on the man in front of her.

Rex had held many labels throughout his lifetime. A soldier, a captain, a commander, a rebel, a person.

Her friend.

Many of the things Ahsoka knew, she’d learned from Rex. How to throw a punch without breaking your knuckles. How to pick out the rations that would taste marginally better than the others. How to keep moving forward when everything you knew was falling back. How to do the right thing, even when it would be easier not to.

Anakin might have taught Ahsoka how to survive, but Rex had taught her how to keep living.

It was a lesson that had stayed with her, despite everything. To question if it would continue to do so would be to question Rex’s importance in her life. She couldn’t let go of that, even if she tried.

So maybe what Anakin had said, the thought she’d pushed away, had been right. This wasn’t the end, not really.

Every living thing was made of the Living Force, including Rex. When he passed — Ahsoka closed her eyes at the thought, started over in her head. When he passed, everything that made him Rex would leave his body and become one with the Cosmic Force. A transformation from here to there, but still to somewhere. There was no end. There just was.

And so Rex would continue to be. Not here, not with her, but in everything around her.

In the flickering lights of long dead planets she’d stare up at in the dark. In the light breeze of air against her skin. In her memories. In the comfort deep in her soul when she thought of how lucky she was to have had a life-long friend whose trust and kindness and unwavering loyalty had saved her in her darkest moments.

The clones might have been created to be used and forgotten, but Ahsoka was sure that was another of Palpatine’s failures. She remembered every clone she’d ever met. And she would carry Rex with her for the rest of her life. Even when she could no longer hear his laugh, see his smile, feel his pride in the future they’d helped create from the ashes of a past they’d barely survived.

Rex had existed in this galaxy, in her galaxy, and nothing, not even death, could change that. His passing — Ahsoka kept her eyes open this time, focused on her friend’s face — was not an end. Nor was it a beginning. It was merely a continuation of a story much larger than themselves, the lines already written never to be erased, but chosen whether to be forgotten.

And Ahsoka wouldn’t forget.

Because the act of letting go wasn’t something that defined her actuality. It was just something that defined her acceptance. She could let go without letting go, she understood that now. But she still wouldn’t do it with words.

That wasn’t the way of things, with them. It never had been.

With nothing in her mind but the desire to see her friend finally at peace, Ahsoka held tight to Rex’s hand and let go of her grip on his soul. 

She leaned forward, rested a palm against his cheek and placed a kiss on his forehead, soaking in the last of his warmth before it was gone. As she pulled back, Ahsoka pushed a thought into Rex’s mind so he’d know that he, too, could let go. That she would be OK.

You are one with the Force, and the Force is with you. Thank you, my friend.

When she felt the last of Rex leave his body, she watched a tear mark a trail down his cheek. She wasn’t sure if it was from him or from her, and she wondered if it mattered.

It matters, a voice whispered in her mind, and it sounded like a memory.

This was the new way of things, for them.

Ahsoka took a deep breath and welcomed it.

[june-girl-86]

Chapter 58

Ashoka bids farewell to a good friend

The story had been buzzing around in my head for a while, but after the end of Bad Batch, I had to get rid of it.

Pairing: Din Djarin x OC Female!

ReaderRating: Mature/Explicit (+18)

Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence / Love / Action&Adventure / Blood&Violence / Drama & Romance / Slow Burn / Fluff&Smut

The Omikron-class ship, the Marauder, was in hyperspace and approaching its destination. In the pilot's seat, Ahsoka sat cross-legged, staring at the blue-white light in front of her. Morai had left after her recovery, while Ahsoka stayed with Luke and Grogu for a while longer. She learned to trust herself again, got the support she needed from Luke and trained with Grogu. And then suddenly Morai came back and she could already feel it before the Convor lady landed on her shoulder. She knew what she had to do and set off immediately. Luke had given her the Marauder. A beeping snapped her out of her thoughts, the message that they would be leaving hyperspace in a few minutes. Ahsoka looked down at the sleeping Morai in her lap and felt sorry to have to wake her now. She carefully stroked the green feathers and felt the movement. The female convor woke up, opened her beak a few times and hopped onto Ahsoka's shoulder. From there she watched as they jumped out of hyperspace and approached the planet.

A blue planet, water as far as they could see. There was a bit of land, but not much. Instead, there were always small islands. Ahsoka smirked as she pushed through the light cloud cover and spotted the largest of the islands. Pabu, was just the right retreat for the clones. They had the water around them, like they once had on Kamino. The sun was just rising, the morning glow illuminating the sky. But there were already boats around Pabu. They were accompanied by a flock of birds, hoping that they too would get something from the fishermen's catch. Ahsoka saw the many little houses that populated the entire island from bottom to top. The Marauder landed at the highest point, in a large square. Ahsoka stood at the door, but she hesitated, sensing the reason for her visit again, and afraid of it. A cooing in her ear made her nod. She was allowed to be afraid and Ahsoka opened the door.

“Ahsoka!”

The Togruta noticed the young woman sitting in the shade of the massive tree, its branches thick and curved. She rose as Ahsoka approached her. Lyana had returned home after the rebellion. Now she hugged Ahsoka tightly, the Jedi noticing the pin on her red vest. Lyana smiled and shrugged.

“They chose me to be father's successor. I thought his footsteps would be too big, but having the whole island behind me makes it a lot easier. His absence still hurts every day!”

Ahsoka hugged Lyana one more time. Her father had promised her to follow her friend Omega. When she came home after many missions, he had passed away. Lyana broke away from Ahsoka and she regretted that she hadn't been in touch for so long.

The women left the square and Lyana led them through the alleys of Pabu. There were troughs full of beautiful plants everywhere. The first stores had already opened and the smell of freshly baked goods came from a bakery. After a few minutes, they reached a house and Lyana knocked. When the door opened, another young woman stood in front of it, her blonde hair tied into a braid. She fell into Ahsoka's arms and the Togruta felt Omega's relief that she was here now. A noise separated the two, two people entered the living and dining area. The older woman supported the man, who needed a stick for support. Sighing, he took a seat in the armchair. Omega turned to the woman and introduced Ahsoka.

“This is Carrola, Hunter's wife!”

Carrola smiled warmly and walked into the kitchen. Ahsoka looked at Hunter. She had never met the Clone Unit 99, but she had gotten an idea of them from the stories of Omega and Rex. The latter had done a lot with the unit before the actual rebellion started and had brought many of their brothers to safety. Now only Hunter and Rex lived here on Pabu. Everyone else had left before them...

And now it looked like Hunter would have to say goodbye to his last brother. Ahsoka swallowed and crouched down next to Hunter. When she touched his hand, she could feel his special aura and noticed how he took a stance.

“Rex wasn't lying when he talked about you!”, Hunter said and looked Ahsoka firmly in the eyes. Ahsoka wondered what Rex had told her and then noticed the smirk on Hunter's face. Carrola came out of the kitchen with Lyana and Omega, setting the table for breakfast. Ahsoka let her eyes wander around the room. Next to the normal windows, there were more, but made of stained glass. The Jedi stood up and looked at the art up close. They were pictures from the lives of the clones, Kamino and herself. In front of one of them was a cabinet on which a pair of shattered glasses lay. The light that fell through an orange pane hit them and enlivened them.

When the table was set, Ahsoka looked at Omega questioningly. It was prepared for six, but so far only she was present.

“He was already too weak yesterday, but maybe you can help him!”

Ahsoka swallowed, then nodded and followed Omega into the hallway before entering a room. Ahsoka almost ran into Omega because she suddenly stopped.

“Rex?”, Omega groaned in surprise and Ahsoka saw the captain and her old friend sitting on the bed, fully dressed. He had lost muscle mass, but he didn't look sickly. Ahsoka had been most afraid of this. Rex ignored Omega, his brown eyes had caught Ahsoka's and she could see the joy in them. It took him a few tries, but he managed to get up and slowly approached Ashoka.

“Su'cuy gar! (You're still alive!)”

Ahsoka laughed and Rex joined in. He hooked up with her and they joined the others to eat breakfast together.

Ahsoka helped Omega in the kitchen, she could look out onto the terrace where the two clones had laid down on deck chairs and let the sun warm them.

“We thought he was dying!”, Omega apologized, she couldn't explain Rex's behavior. He had eaten on his own, the most he had spoken in weeks. Ahsoka paused.

“He does, Omega!”

She could see the tears, in the blonde woman's eyes and she felt the sadness too. Soon, another important part of her past would be gone.

“I'll go with him on this!”

Rex felt better than he had in a long time and enjoyed strolling through the alleys of Pabu with Ahsoka, albeit slowly. They had lost sight of each other, but he had never forgotten her. He sensed that it would soon be time for him to follow his brothers. He was not afraid of it. Now he was happy that he could once again spend time with a companion who had always fought by his side.

Rex had a destination he wanted to show Ahsoka. They walked past bars that were busy and looked curiously at the visitors they noticed. They left the residential buildings behind them and climbed a steep staircase to a plateau, which was protected by a wall.

The first thing Ahsoka saw were countless wooden trunks with glass inside. Between them, cacti grew in white spherical vases. She approached one of the trunks and realized that it wasn't just glass, but the face of a person, a sculpture. Transparent, turquoise, like the sea. The cemetery of Pabu. Rex walked ahead, there were many rows. He stopped in one of the last ones and Ahsoka immediately understood who was buried here. The sculptures left out no detail that belonged to the person. Be it a cloudy eye or the crosshairs. And then there was someone else, the scars that had been inflicted on him after his supposed death in the Citadel. Echo... There were two logs set up next to him, but still without a border. Ahsoka looked to Rex, the sadness in his eyes, but also certainty that he was not alone when he left this place.

The hours passed, the sun was high and it was very warm. The awning on the terrace provided shade for everyone. Rex was lying next to his brother again, the trip had taken a lot out of him. And yet, it just bubbled out of him. He remembered missions and took Ahsoka back to the past. Alongside the sounds of the conch wind chimes, they all laughed. Omega and Lyana giggled as Ahsoka recounted Rex's impromptu flying sessions with the Force, triggered by Anakin or her, and of course mentioned his chalky pale face afterward. Rex countered with the nicknames they had given each other and Anakin. Carrola had disappeared into the house in the meantime and at some point a spicy, nutty scent wafted towards them. The men looked at each other, while Ahsoka looked irritated. Shortly after, Hunter's wife came out with a platter, a cake on it. Ahsoka tried a piece and understood, when she tasted the sweetness on her tongue, why Rex and Hunter couldn't get enough of it. Omega told her about the Uj cake, a traditional Mandalorian dessert.

“The Kamioans didn't think much of it, but Kal Skirata, the father of the Nulls, resisted and gave everyone some of the cake. It was actually an open secret!”

Ahsoka leaned against the wall, looking down at the sea, the warm breeze brushing against her skin. Rex had stood up heavily earlier, his face lined with fatigue and had retreated to his room. Ahsoka sensed the change and that she had to stand by him. The sun had moved to the west and was already lower. Omega stepped behind her and Ahsoka couldn't fight it any longer. The short hallway, she didn't want to reach the door of the room. And yet she stood in front of it and a moment later inside.

Rex was lying in his bed, a window above him with a picture. A ship sailing on the sea. The white sails hoisted, the sun setting behind it. Rex had his eyes closed, his breathing was very light. Ahsoka took a seat next to him, gripped his hands, they were a little cool. The sun moved down, the light hit the picture. The glass glowed warmly, sharing its colors around the room. Rex gasped and Ahsoka squeezed his hands tighter.

“I am one with the Force and the Force is with me!”

Ahsoka whispered and Rex's lips moved. Quietly, he repeated the sentence, his face looking more relaxed. The sun was slowly setting, the window now completely illuminated, filling the room. Ahsoka followed the rays of light, they fell on everything in the room. They touched Rex, gliding over his face, his body. His breathing changed, his mouth moved, he spoke so softly that Ahsoka leaned towards him.

“Fives, Echo, Cody, ori'vod (My brothers)...!”

The rays of light faded, retreating, following the sun. Silence and peace replaced them. Ashoka let go of Rex's hands and opened the window. Morai flew above them.

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@the-rain-on-kamino

[roguealchemyst]

My first post. This is gonna be a bummer. Lately I've been hooked on Walking Dead; watching it all over again from season 1. There is a kind of comfort I have been finding beyond the familiarity of characters and the action that sometimes comes with it all. I liked the idea of BEING IN that kind of world. In that zombie apocalypse, you are in a world where you just have to survive. Figure it out or die. No bills. No politics. No career. No needing to be anything. You live or you die. Existence feels so damn difficult right now. I've been spinning my wheels trying to be a photographer, trying to be a person with a fulfilling career, trying to be an artist, trying to be a drummer, trying to be a creative. All while trying to keep a roof over my head, bills paid, and finding whatever hits of dopamine I can get. Honestly, it's all been exhausting and for the past couple months, I've been feeling like giving up. I'm just so damn tired of trying. Running around to photoshoots and editing for hours with no sort of paying jobs coming in...I'm broke and tired.

The other big thing; I've been kind of heart broken since my kid is no longer a part of my life. Not my biological kid, but I have been a part of his life for the past 12 years. The mom and I sometimes dont see eye to eye and she can be toxic, vindictive, and threatening. Since she got a new boyfriend, she threw a fit, made a bunch of threats (including staying away from her kid or else), and it's honestly kind of broken me. I dont know how to describe it. I went from "hey, he wants you to adopt him" to "if you ever contact him again, i'll ruin your life".

I dont even know what the kid thinks of me anymore. I dont know what's being said. Probably just how terrible I am and how great the new guy is. It breaks my fucking heart. I think about it every day and it's almost been 3 months.

This photo was taken on one of the last days my Padawan (son) and I hung out. We went to see Return of the Jedi and then did some walking in Tacoma. I didnt know the walking after stressed him out...I just wanted to be spending time with him. Turned out I made mistakes as Dad and the ending didnt turn out so well. That or I was told about it a different day...i dont quite remember. Whatever the case, I just havent given as much of a shit about me since. He hasnt attempted to contact me and I dont dare try to reach out.

I dont know what the hell I am doing with this page. Really. I thought maybe a new platform that wasnt instagram of facebook would be a new start. But...that really isnt solving the underlying issues I'm dealing with, is it? I hope it changes...I hope I feel a bit more me sometime and comfortable in my skin. For now though, I feel adrift.

What a bummer of a first post....

[jedijourneys]

The Sith of Mek-Sha

Tatooine was a dusty planet that thrived on its connection to the criminal underworld. In the sandy, hot alleys of my local town, it wasn’t uncommon to see some poor soul, held up by a nefarious gang member, or a desperate, starving thief who just wanted something to get them through the night. I recall, vividly, the sound of boots striking sand, the crunch of heavy heels through scorching grit, the earthen hued cloud that rose from the bone dry earth as a small group of criminals hounded me through the streets. I had been lucky to be so athletic at a young age. It was expected, in a world where you could turn prey in a mere instant. Over time, I learned to watch the eyes of those around me while trading goods, and often enough, it provided ample warning of an attack.

There were some in the town that despised me, in particular. I can’t deny that I’ve always had a nose for trouble, fantasies of heroism dancing through a young girl’s mind. A store owner pinned to the sandstone wall behind his shop, a blaster to his chin. I recall that to be the day I broke my nose, intervening in the attack. Father had been so upset with me when I had returned to the shipyard that night, face bloodied and bruised. The next week I went into town, I recall seeing the store owner’s building, nothing more than rubble and ash. It took years to shake the guilt of what I had done, and I learned a valuable lesson. I learned that sometimes, it was better not to play the hero. Bad things were always going to happen to good people, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

At least as I was before, a teenage girl with no concept of the consequences those around me could face as a result of my own actions.

Being a Jedi makes things different. Being able to help in ways I never could have imagined before, as a neutral party, not a young girl with a family, and everything to lose. I still have to be careful. I still can’t inject myself in every horrible situation I see, as much as I might want to. Now, though, I was being given a chance to do exactly that. To put an end to a horrible operation, and to, hopefully, save lives.

Kethry sprung it on me rather suddenly, after a practice duel, something we often participated in together. I am still working on learning Shien, and countering her quick and acrobatic assault was often quite troublesome. I was learning, though. And dealing with frustration is good, I think. Learning how to deal with it, how to get over it, how to let it go and learn to be better for it. This was something new, though. A trip to Mek-Sha, to handle a Sith Lord who was now heading a slavery operation deep within the seedy mining colony. My first real mission with just myself, and my master at my side. The opportunity to see something new, to explore a new world, even if it was technically just an asteroid, made me all too eager to get started. That thrill soon faded into something grim, though.

I had never imagined a place crawling with more crime than my dusty home planet, but the asteroid known as Mek-Sha was something else entirely. It was a dark, seedy place of long shadows and cold hearts, ruled by groups who laid claim to their own sectors, and cared little for interfering in the affairs of those outside their boundaries. One of these groups had a rather sinister history, a shady sect of slavers with ties to the Empire. They had been weakened after recent events, and their operations had all but stopped, for a time. When Kethry informed me that a Sith Lord had moved in to seize control of this already ruthless gang, restoring them to power within the colony, I couldn’t help the flash of hot anger that shot through my heart. It faded quickly after that.

I have learned, though training and meditation, to breathe these sour emotions away, into the force, and out of my mind. By the time we arrived on the asteroid, I was calm, like a tranquil pool of water, though the temptation to let fire rage lingered within the back of my mind. The discipline provided under the Guard’s training regime had tempered my reactions somewhat. It made control easier than it was before. I had no intentions of giving in to that temptation, nor will I ever. I do wonder if my master ever feels similar things, but she’s probably seen so much worse than a rogue Sith and a group of zealous slavers.

Light is artificial on the asteroid. It’s no planet, with a bright and gleaming sun in the sky. It’s dark, and cold, and I couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to live in such a place. Even the structures of homes and shops appeared depressing and gray. The atmosphere was grim as we stepped off the shuttle, onto a landing platform that creaked dangerously underfoot. I got the impression that there was nothing on Mek-Sha worth trusting, not the architecture, and certainly not the people. I tried not to judge too harshly, though. Some people were desperate, and Mek-Sha seemed like the perfect place for people who were in need of starting a brand new life, no matter how foul the working and living conditions. There was a distinct smell of fuel and garbage in the air, but my mind grew numb to it as we continued to venture deeper into the city.

A beggar on the street snagged my attention, and I peered at her beneath my hood and uttered a soft sigh. I wanted nothing more than to slip her a few credits, but it seemed too dangerous out in the open. Others would see, and she’d become a target. We’d become a target. I wasn’t going to make things any more difficult on Kethry than they already were. I tried not to feel guilty as I looked away, but the stinging thorn had already nudged it’s way into my heart regardless. I kept pace with my master, and thrust the unpleasant feeling to the back of my mind. What a horrible underbelly of crime and misfortune.

The casino was even worse. The acrid scent of alcohol burned my nostrils as we entered, but we needed information, and Kethry knew how to get it. I took up position in the back of the room, idling with an unassuming expression among shadows. I might have appeared unfocused and disinterested. In reality, I was both watching, and listening. Hearing the conversations around me, snatching tidbits of any information that might seem relevant and storing it away within my mind. Staying vigilant to insure no foolish criminal was sneaking up on my master’s back. The weight of the Temple Guard lightsaber gave me a sense of security, even as it was hidden beneath my clothing. Knowing it was there if I needed it helped me feel a bit better about being trapped in that smelly, claustrophobic, brightly lit casino full of pirates, smugglers, and perhaps even worse.

When we finally left, breathing in the stale asteroid air outside was almost like a breath of Alderaan’s frosty wind. Almost. Anything was better than the inside of that casino. Even better was that Kethry’s investigations had bore some fruit. Nothing particularly juicy, as to be expected. Mere rumors of a robed figure who few had only ever caught glimpses of. There was fear in the air, and now I understood why. The dark clad figure was only rarely spotted slipping over rooftops and between alleys, snatching unwary travelers. The victims weren’t seen again, and though some local families were desperate to find their missing loved ones, none were bold enough to outwardly announce it.

It seemed blatantly obvious to me that The Brothers would be behind the sudden uptick in kidnappings, but nobody was coming forward to outwardly accuse them, and for good reason, I suppose. They might have been killed for it, or worse. The other groups on the colony were unsettled, but the Huttbreakers were very particular about requiring solid evidence before resulting in anything they deemed rash. Keeping the peace was important for them. I just think they’re scared, just as much as everyone else is.

As for the Sith Lord himself, he was being unusually silent. I always thought of Sith as… egomaniacal sociopaths who basked in attention and reverence. This one, though, was hard to find. He wasn’t flashing his red lightsaber around Mek-Sha, and making grandiose speeches about world domination. I suppose my narrow view of the Sith themselves wasn’t entirely accurate after all. Some of them might actually be cunning about their cruel plots. It never really occurred to me to ask Kethry about her own experiences regarding Sith, and in the middle of a mission in such a dangerous place, there was hardly time for idle chit chat. That could come at a later date, when we returned, safely, to the Jedi Temple. Which we would, of course. There was never a point in time during the mission that I thought for a second we would be killed, even though the threat was so very clearly present. Fear of death had never been anything worth consideration, not since I began training as a Jedi.

The code made it clear that there was nothing to fear from returning to the force.

The night was fairly young when we hatched a plan. The kidnappings seemed to take place in a few particular spots, where the homeless and desperate were known to wander the streets, drunk, or drugged, or otherwise impaired. It made them easy targets for any slaver looking to make some quick and easy credits. So, donned in civilian style clothing, I wandered quietly through one such alleyway, cloaked in the shadow of an antique shop to my right. A single street lamp guided my way, as it flickered within a cracked, dusty bulb.

Somewhere in the cold shade nearby, Kethry lingered, unseen, but not unfelt. I knew where she was, a solid rock in the flowing river of the force that slithered past me. My training served me well.

I felt no ill will for being the bait in the situation. Another thing that was to be expected of me. I was, after all, training to serve as a Guardian. My master was meant to melt into the shadows, while my purpose was to stand tall in the light, where both friend, and foe, could see me with perfect clarity. In a way, I was in my element, and I was not afraid. It never even occurred to me that anything could go wrong, even though it very well could have. I was calm, and if I had been hurt, I was certain Kethry could have finished the mission on her own.

A shadow in the night fell upon me in the darkness, all black robes and chains. I felt the weight of a blaster leveled against my skull, but barely a moment had passed before I had twisted myself around to snatch the man’s wrist and jerk it sideways. The blaster fired, a crimson shot striking harmlessly against the wall as I wrenched his wrist to the side until he cried out, and dropped the weapon. It was almost instinctual, and even I was surprised by how quickly I had him pinned against the wall. I almost didn’t notice the speed at which my own Master had thrown herself toward him as well, but she didn’t even need to intervene. The robed man was disarmed, wrist throbbing as he squirmed in my grip. Despite my fairly small size, I was quite strong, and when he realized Kethry was now standing at my side, he finally stopped his struggles, glaring with quiet defiance.

There was no burning light in his eyes as I pushed back his hood. Just brown irises, gleaming at me in the dim light. I didn’t sense that he was force sensitive either. This was not the sith we were looking for, but I was almost certain that he was one of these Brothers. If anyone knew where to find the Sith, he would.

I turned him over to my master, confident that she was more than capable of handling the slaver. I would keep an eye out for anyone else who might try to get involved, namely, other Brothers looking to rescue their comrade. I never imagined Kethry as very intimidating, but I could sense the fear from our captured slaver. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was of us, or of the Sith Lord he was selling out. I can’t imagine the Sith would be very forgiving to anyone they thought might be a rat. Maybe that meant the guy would leave, and never return. Maybe it meant he’d never snatch anyone else for the purpose of forcing them into slavery. And maybe it was foolish of me to hope for such things, but I suppose it doesn’t matter much.

By the time my master was done, we had the information we needed. Our Sith, and where he was hiding. I could sense that the robed man was telling the truth. He was lucky that there wasn’t a whole lot we could do to him. I’d be happy with tossing him into a prison cell for his crimes, but in the middle of Mek-Sha, well, there wasn’t exactly a local police force we could call to come pick him up, and if we were to escort him to a shuttle, we’d potentially be sacrificing the mission. The Sith might catch wind of his capture, and move somewhere else. I didn’t want to be on that dark rock for any longer than necessary. There was too much suffering, and it hurt my soul.

Deeper into Brother territory, we moved. Kethry was a shadow, flitting through alleyways. It was all I could do to try and remain as unnoticed as possible. I kept my face stoic as we closed in on our target, but it didn’t take long to be ambushed by the zealots. Two stepped into the street behind me, three blocking the path ahead. A well placed force push sent the trio flying backwards and away. One struck his head on a dumpster, and didn’t get back up. Glancing behind me, ready to turn and face the two at my back, I found that my Master had already put them both out of commission. A small smile perched upon her lips, prompting a jolt of relief before I turned back to the other two. They were already rising, dazed, but I sprung at them before they could recover completely. One fell as I tore my saber free, and struck him over the skull with the hilt of it. I didn’t even need to ignite the blade, as I used the force to wrench the other’s blaster from his hands, and sent him running. He didn’t make it far before Kethry got to him. I suppose she didn’t want him raising the alarm. I’d remember that, for the future.

Nevertheless, by the time we reached our Sith Lord, he was already alert and aware of our presence. I suspect a few of the Brothers had spotted us on well hidden security monitors, or perhaps he had simply sensed our approach. Likely both. Either way, we found him in the midst of a large building, various fenced in cages lining the walls, like a makeshift cellblock. I knew instantly who these people were. They were intended to serve as slaves, and no doubt, they would be sold to the highest bidders throughout the galaxy. Or at least, they would have, had Kethry and I not arrived in time.

The Sith, once again, didn’t match my expectations. There was no monologue. Just a wave of electricity that arched past his fingertips and struck me square in the chest. I probably should have expected it, but I had never fought a Sith before. I felt the pain of my body slamming into a hard wall before I crumpled to the floor. By the time my eyes had focused again, Kethry had already engaged, dueling the Sith without hesitation. She moved with agility and grace, quick, precise strikes that bled at her opponent’s strength.

My guard saber ignited as I pushed myself back to my feet, a wash of glow warming my stinging features as I threw myself into the fray. I wasn’t going to let my Master take all the heat. I thrust myself between him and her, and with powerful, disciplined strokes, sent my blade crashing heavily against his own. My movements weren’t as flashy as my master’s, as she danced around looking for openings, but I only needed to keep his attention, while she looked for places to strike, a serpent coiling in the darkness with fangs bared and venom dripping. I could almost swear I saw his legs quake as one of my overhead strikes landed solid upon his blade. I wasn’t nearly as big as Tubal, or some other Guardians in the order, but I made certain that each of my blows counted for something, and my opponent was defending against two trained Jedi, even if I was just a padawan.

The sith drew back his hand, and I knew what to expect this time. The electricity shot past me as I sidestepped, recalling Kethry’s advice during Shien training. By that point, the Sith knew well enough what to expect from me, quick, powerful blows aimed at disarming his own weapon, and the words of my master sprung into my mind. Finesse and deception. I waited until the Sith aimed his own blow at me, but instead of parrying, as I had done up to that point, I ducked beneath the glowing red saber, and pivoted around his side. My golden blade lashed out in an instant as I spun with a twist of practiced footwork, and sliced him across the ribs, a shallow wound that glowed for a mere moment with white hot heat. The Sith let out a grunt of pain, whirling on me, and I could feel the blaze of his fury slam into my mind like a wildfire. A moment later, and a blade was thrust through his chest from behind. Kethry had found her opening.

The red saber dropped from grasping fingers, surprise and shock flooding his fiery eyes as he stumbled to the side, and tumbled to the floor. I don’t know why I did it, but I caught him before his head could hit the ground, my blade dark as it slid back into its sheath. I wasn’t a healer, and neither was Kethry. The man was going to die. He was a cruel, evil, wicked thing. A greedy slaver who found pleasure and amusement in the suffering of others. But we were not the same, and if he was going to die, I would sit beside him, and hold his hand.

It was… a surreal moment. I recalled how angry I was when my parents had been killed, how much I had wanted that Dug and those pirates to pay. Now I was sitting with a dying Sith on a bloody, dusty and cold floor, and I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him that he deserved it. Instead, I told him not to be afraid. I recited the Code. There is no death, there is the force. When he passed, I felt strangely… hollow. As if his death had drained some unknown part of me. But I felt better knowing he didn't die cold and alone.

In the meantime, my Master had freed the slaves. We’d make sure they all got home safely, and if they didn’t have a home to go back to, we’d help put them in touch with programs that could find them one, hopefully on a different world. One that wasn’t as horrible as Mek-Sha.

I was numbly aware of the burns across my chest as we left the planet. Kethry was attentive, though, and soon enough, there was a medic hovering over me with a kolto pack in his hands. I slept the rest of the flight back to the fleet. I don’t think I had realized how exhausted I was until I was finally off of Mek-Sha, and out of danger. I can’t help but hope that The Brothers never recover from what had happened that day. Once again, the head of the dragon had been cut off. They might have recovered with the help of that Sith, but now that he was gone, maybe they would fade away entirely. Maybe the people of Mek-Sha would be safer now. And maybe it was foolish of me to hope so often, for so many things. But I would hope regardless. It feels better that way.

[dyns33]

Flufftober 14 - Star Wars

Poe Dameron x Reader 

A rumour circulated in the Resistance : Poe Dameron, Black Leader, the best pilot, was not afraid of anything.

Absolutely nothing, ever.

He was ready to do anything to win the war against the New Republic. Of course, he didn't want to lose his squad, he did everything to get everyone back to base after each mission, he stood in front of them, ready to take the shots for them, drawing the ships behind him to create a diversion, when he was not doing loops and other dangerous figures only to amuse the people of the Resistance in order to cheer them up.

Even though they were all very impressed, people still trembled a little when they saw him do it. Oh, they knew he was the best, as his reputation said, but they didn't want anything to happen to him.

Some of his relatives told him so, begging him to be more careful, like General Organa, Finn or Rey. It just made him laugh.

Then there was Y/N, who also ordered him to stop his nonsense, but for other reasons.

           "Your ship is in for a pitiful state. Again."

           "My ship is doing very well !"

           "As good as your droid ! Poor BB8, you're all broke. Your owner is such a fool."

           "I take very good care of BB8 and my ship !"

           "You are the pilot and I am the mechanic, I am the one who says if you take good care of your devices, and my verdict is clear, you suck !"

           "OH ! Take that back !"

Every time he returned to the base, Poe would park in the same spot in the hangar, and people were wondering if it was because he was fearless, headless, or something else, because he knew very well that it was this section that Y/N was responsible for, and that she systematically criticized him.

           "Do you know how much time I have to spend on your ship's repairs, Dameron ?" she growled. "You are not alone here, the others also need me to check that everything is fine before leaving. I don't want there to be an accident during the flights."

           "Well darling, if you're being so thorough because you're worried about me, you can tell me, and you can stop, because as the best pilot in the resistance, I know what I'm doing."

           "I don't care if you crash into an asteroid, I don't want this jewel I've been working on for hours to have a single scratch. And I want BB8 back at the base !"

           "So it's fine, since my ship is perfect and BB8 follows me everywhere !" he said with a forced smile.

           "He follows you everywhere to prevent you from doing stupid things !"

           "Beep beep !"

           "You... BB, you're supposed to be on my side ! Come on, I can fix you myself, while Miss Mechanic pretends to take care of my perfect ship !"

           "I'm going to make it even more perfect, and I'll check everything you've done to this poor droid to keep it from falling apart !"

From the other end of the hangar, Finn and Rey watched the scene, still the same, wondering if they should intervene.

After the third argument, it seemed obvious to the apprentice jedi that these two were idiots who dared not admit their feelings to each other. Finn hadn't been immediately convinced, but after the sixteenth argument, he was beginning to see what she meant.

           "It's like a courtship. They go like they hate each other, but they actually love each other."

           "Why don't they just tell each other ?" asked the former stormtrooper.

           "Because they are stupid, like many people. They wonder if the other shares their feelings, and they are afraid of being rejected. They may also be afraid of what other people will say if they are together. And it's war, it's dangerous to get attached to someone."

Rey was right to say that. When the base was attacked, there was panic, and everyone tried to flee by saving the most people and bringing the most equipment, so they could continue to fight later.

In a panic, Poe focused on what was around him, the General, BB8, Finn, Rey and his squad. Together they managed to repel the enemy troops long enough for evacuation, then they joined the resistance in their new hideout.

It was upon landing that Poe immediately noticed something was wrong.

Y/N wasn't there to greet him with her criticisms and check to see if he had broken anything.

           "... Where's Y/N ?" he asked several people in the hangar.

           "I don't know. I haven't seen her."

           "Not seen... Since when ?"

           "During the attack. She was helping pilots in the North Complex. I don't know what happened to her after. Sorry."

Ignoring anyone who wished to speak to him to thank him for saving them or to ask him what they should do next, Poe ran all over the new base, looking for Y/N.

She wasn't in the infirmary. Nor in the private quarters being set up. Nor in the command room

Totally panicked, followed by BB, who was rolling behind him as fast as he could, Poe tried not to cry as he raced down the halls.

Until he bumped into someone  who was carrying several boxes.

           "I hope you take a better look at where you're going when you're in your ship, Dameron."

           "... Y/N !"

Not giving her time to understand what was going on, not even having time to think himself, Poe took her in his arms, suddenly feeling relieved.

She was there, she was alive.

Timidly, still holding her boxes with one arm, she patted his back, sighing and resting her head on his shoulder.

           "I take it your ship needs some repairs ? I heard you had a few issues up there before you could blow them all up."

           "Yeah. It may need some repairs."

           "Hmm. I'll go take care of it."

           "Wait. Wait a bit."

They stood here, hugging for several more minutes, until Y/N was too embarrassed by the people watching them.

Then there was a new rumour in the resistance : Poe Dameron, the best pilot, and his mechanic, liked each other. But, like... Liked liked.

And if there was one thing that scared Black Leader, it was to lose her.

[david-talks-sw]

Anakin knows what he’s doing is wrong...

Whenever I read people using the idea that “from Anakin’s point of view the Jedi are evil” as the ultimate proof that he felt bullied by them, I roll my eyes. Anakin is intelligent enough to know when he’s wrong.

He doesn’t really think the Jedi are evil, he’s lying to himself, he bought his own con.

Anakin was a good kid to begin with, and with the Jedi training he became a great man. If you look at things objectively, Anakin is 90% of a great Jedi. He’s seemingly learned all the rules, and is wise enough to teach them to others:

Be it by telling Ahsoka that she needs to follow the rules, she can’t just go around and do whatever she feels like, it’ll lead to trouble…

… by encouraging his Padawan not to be too hard on herself…

… or be it by encouraging rational thought over hotheadedness.

In that last image, Anakin is Anakin telling Ahsoka and Rex to stop letting their emotions do the thinking and act logically. He’s telling them to be prudent.

Hell, he even believes that patience is a virtue.

Anakin is a trained Jedi Knight. He has the theoretical know-how to get out of his problems, in ROTS.

In fact, a lot of people forget this, but Anakin’s first instinct, upon finding out Palpatine is, in fact, Darth Sidious, is this:

The Jedi are Anakin’s family. If Palpatine is asking Anakin to choose between the Chancellor and the Jedi, he’ll choose the Jedi every damn time (which is why Palpatine makes Anakin choose between the Jedi and Padmé, instead).

So where’s the problem?

That last 10% of what makes a great Jedi. Introspection, self-control.

Despite being wise, clever and thinking rationally - Anakin has trouble applying those lessons to himself.

When it comes to his own personal problems, he's hard on himself, he’s impatient, he breaks the rules and acts out of emotion instead of thinking things through.

As Obi-Wan puts it:

As a result of this flaw, Anakin keeps choosing the wrong path, despite knowing that it’s the wrong path. The Force puts a lot of tests in front of him, and he keeps choosing the easy way out, rather than the more difficult but ultimately satisfying path.

His mother was killed. He can choose to genocide a whole Tusken village, or be the better man and just walk away. He kills the Tuskens.

Dooku is unarmed and helpless. Anakin can either kill him in a rage, out of revenge, or he can capture him, bring him to justice, and potentially discover the identity of the second Sith Lord. He kills Dooku.

Windu is also helpless (his hand was just cut off by Anakin) and Palpatine is killing him. Anakin can either choose to save Windu and arrest Palpatine (who just revealed that he wasn’t “too weak” after all), or he can let Windu die. He lets Windu die.

Padmé tells him that this isn’t what she wants. He can actually listen to her wishes. Or he can go on a maniacal rant about having ultimate power, ignoring her own opinions completely. He goes on a rant, drunk with power. Then chokes her.

Obi-Wan tells him to stop, tries to reason with him: Chancellor Palpatine is evil. Anakin knows this. He can stop lying to himself and accept his mistakes, ending the fight. Or he can give Obi-Wan his two-cent rationalization about the Jedi being evil (which he doesn’t even really believe in), and keep trying to kill Obi-Wan. He keeps trying to kill Obi-Wan.

The more the War goes on, the more it gets easy for Anakin to take the easy path, over and over. But he knows it’s the wrong thing to do.

In the director’s commentary of Revenge of the Sith, George Lucas said this about the following two scenes:

“I like this scene because he's lying to her and he's rationalizing it at the same time by saying he's doing it all for her. He's loyal to the senate and the chancellor and her. But in the end- I mean, he's twisted every fact to his own rationale to make it seem like it's okay, but in the process of lying to her he's actually just lying to himself and rationalizing his behavior. 'Cause he knows he's wrong, but he won't admit it […] he's too far gone- that he could murder a bunch of kids… and then go and rationalize it to her as just doing his job.”

“The tear [on Anakin’s face] says that he knows what he's done, but he has now committed himself to a path that he may not agree with… but he is going to go on anyway. It's the one moment that says he's self-aware that he's rationalizing all his behavior. He's doing terrible things, but in the end he really knows the truth. He knows that he's evil now, and there's nothing he can do about it.”

Anakin tells himself that he’s doing this for Padmé, he’s doing this because the Jedi betrayed him, blabla.

Truth is? He’s just really really scared. And that made him do really bad things.

There’s this incredible moment in Darth Vader: Lord of the Sith #5.

Vader has taken the lightsaber off a Jedi, and now he has to corrupt the saber’s crystal to get his red blade.

The crystal, and by extension, the Force, showed him a vision, a path where he turned to the Light, defeated the Emperor and put an end to his suffering. A path of redemption. This was his reaction:

Vader refuses to take the hard path and chooses the easy path instead, once again. He rejects the Light and hangs on to the pain… because deep down… below the “they betrayed me” bullshit he keeps telling himself… he thinks he deserves it, because he did the wrong thing.

Anakin knows he’s wrong and he’s still goes forward with doing the wrong thing, no matter what test the Force keeps throwing his way.

And that’s why his sacrifice in Return of the Jedi is so impactful. He finally does the right thing, he accepts that it’ll be hard, that he’ll die if he saves Luke… he doesn’t care. Luke loves him, like Padmé did. He failed once. He won’t fail again.

I’m gonna conclude this with one more quote from Lucas:

“It really has to do with learning. Children teach you compassion. They teach you to love unconditionally. Anakin can’t be redeemed for all the pain and suffering he’s caused. He doesn’t right the wrongs, but he stops the horror. The end of the Saga is simply Anakin saying: ‘I care about this person, regardless of what it means to me. I will throw away everything that I have, everything that I have grown to love - primarily the Emperor - and throw away my life, to save this person. And I’m doing this because he has faith in me, loves me despite all the horrible things I’ve done. I broke his mother’s heart, but he still cares about me, and I can’t let that die’.”

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authors note: hi! please, know that this is one of my first ever fanfics I’ve ever written. there might be some grammar issues as i am not American or speak english in my day-to-day life- however, i have read over and i think i'm all good. either way, i hope you enjoy! there aren't any warnings to put here - at least yet. if you'd like a part two, let me know! I really enjoyed writing this one but didn't want it to get boring due to its length - therefor, i decided to end it on a high note! but, like i said, a part two can most definitely be arranged. I would also like to add that this story uses she/her pronouns. I did imagine Padme's face and voice here, i confess.

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rumour was that Anakin was leaving. He was leaving and never coming back, but no one knew why or where he was going.

y/n rushed to his apartment as soon she heard the whisper on the street. walking in, she saw him right away.

"Anakin."

she started, out of breath. she had, like i said, rushed to his apartment immediately. how could he just leave without saying goodbye? was it true that he would never return to Coruscant?

"y/n." he said, turning around slowly while he spoke. He knew who it was immediately - he knew she was coming. Not because he can see things before they happen, but because she is the way she is. y/n would want an explanation - which is why he was planning on leaving without letting her know.

"what are you doing here?" he stood completely still now. he didn't hold out his arms to hug y/n - didn't explain himself. Didn't even attempt to get the correct words out to say something. It was silent until y/n broke it.

"is it true?" y/n started, looking straight at him. the spacing between them was almost awkward. they stood far enough away from each other to be strangers. was that what they were now?        24 hours ago, y/n told anakin she loved him, but he did not return it. instead, Obi-Wan called out for him a few meters away. and now ... he's leaving.

"is it true you're leaving?" it wasn't that he was leaving that was the issue. he left all the time to go on missions with Obi-Wan ... but he always came back. every single time he'd come back, he and y/n would do something together - like skipping stones on a lake to make sure they never faded away from each other. Never became distant - to make sure that they would always remain y/n and Anakin. It might sound stupid to someone from the outside, but with everything the both of them go through daily - with the universe they live in ... It's not hard to become distant from one another.

"i have to."

"says who?"

"i do."

"are you coming back?"

silence.

long, loud silence.

"you're not coming back?" y/n said, interrupting the silence in the room. She took a sharp breath as she attempted to contain her emotions.

"y/n-" Anakin tried, but was quickly interrupted by his very own body. he tried to speak, but seeing her like this create a lump in his throat

y/n wept a silent, single tear as she continued.

"you're leaving?" with sadness sometimes comes anger. and what y/n was feeling soon became anger and disbelief. Her voice cracked open like a piece of glass being thrown to the floor. it was like hard caramel was stuck in her teeth and forced her mouth to close.

she walked quickly over to him and hit him in the chest as she repeated the same words time and time again. "you're just choosing to leave - without any form of explanation or goodbye? do you realise how selfish that is? what kind of Jedi does that? what kind of Jedi are you?"

Anakin knew she was doing this because she was hurt. she was not mad - she was sad beyond belief. her mind was paralyzed with apprehension. she did not want him to see her upset like this, especially not over someone as selfish and stupid as himself. he tried to hold her, like he did by the lake in Naboo. he pulled her body closer to his, hugging her. but she soon pushed him off, creating enough power to push them both a few inches back. however, she took a few extra steps back. not many, though.

"i cannot stay here." He would've cried, if he had the nerve. If he had any sense left in himself, he'd cry and hug her at the same time: explaining why he cannot stay. That's everything he should've done. Cried. Stayed.

"But why, ani? the council? Palpatine?" Anakin did not respond - he just looked down, shaking his head slightly.

"Answer me, dammit! I can help you!" y/n furrowed her brows, face scrunching up as she attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes. y/n should've let the tears go freely instead of suffocating herself like this. "Why are you leaving like this? in the middle of the night? does Obi-Wan know you're le-" but she was interrupted.

"I can't stay here because of you. don't you understand? you are the reason i cannot ever come back." misery was written all over his face.

"I find myself in the depths of misery every single time I see your face. every time i hear your voice or anytime I hear your name." this time, it was Anakin's turn to shed a tear. the tears welled up in his eyes - and suddenly one dropped. the tear was hot, like boiling water.

"What?" y/n said, choking up on her own pain. what was he saying?

"I’m going to Naboo, and I am never returning here. If I do, you will not see me. I don't want you to see me."

"Am I really that bad?" y/n asked, once again interrupting the silence in the room.

"What?" Anakin said, taking a step closer.

"Am I?" her voice was low, weak, and small – like a whisper.

"y/n-"

"you're leaving, because of me?"

Anakin shook his head, looking down once again.

"You can't even do me the decency of answering me?"

"I love you, dammit!" Anakin quickly replied, looking up from the floor and at her.

"that's why I’m leaving. I cannot stand looking at you every single day, knowing I cannot ever have you. knowing you will meet and marry someone else. carry someone else’s children... you don't understand how painful it is, knowing my future does not include you. it is most well-known of the Jedi rules. Love leads to attachment and attachment leads to strong emotions. Which then again-" He paused himself, taking a needed breath. Strong emotions - especially for another individual, is one of many paths to the dark side. He'd heard about men turning their backs to everything and everyone to join the dark side - and it never ends well. He didn't want that life for himself, Obi-Wan - or you.  "you are forbidden. I can't just be your friend any longer."

"I am not some object you can just throw around and put away, then pick up again whenever you'd wish. you are not my master, I do not have to listen to you." y/n attempted to battle the tears filling her eyes once again, but this time she was defeated. Once another one dropped, her voice broke, and she took a deep, shivering breath in.

"I know."

"Then kiss me." y/n took the last few steps to him, now standing closer to him than she ever did before. she looked up at him, keeping the eye contact - even though he tried to break it.

"I can't."

"Why Anakin, why?"

"If I kiss you now, I won't be able to stop myself. I cannot do that to myself - or you."

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i keep adding more things every time i read through - i really love this one.

I would love to write a part two on this - even multiple parts where i explain how they met / their situation, etc. but, i might just be getting carried away. Either way, thank you for reading!