#THE WAY R2 RUNS TO HER

[vivwritesfics]

I'd Follow You Across The Galaxy

Y/N Skywalker loved her husband. She loved him through everything. Even when he turned to the dark side, she still loved him. But she couldn't be with him. She had her babies to protect. Her husband would follow her across the galaxy.

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A collection of moments from Y/N and Anakin's relationship, recounted as she travels across the galaxy.

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Travelling alone through the universe, Y/N Skywalker had a lot of time to think. She thought about her name, how, even though she was still married, she'd have to change it to her maiden name.

She thought of the friends she hadn't seen since the end of the war, the children she had sent off to keep safe, the husband who had died in front of her.

The Clone Wars were something Y/N thought about often. She and her husband had fought side by side. It was when they fell in love. Her favourite thing to think about was when they first met.

“Princess Y/N from Idobaar has been kidnapped yet again,” Obi-Wan said to his Padawan learner. “We are to find her and bring her back to Coruscant. That way the Jedi Council can keep an eye on her,” he said.

Anakin Skywalker had heard of Princess Y/N from Idobaar before. He had heard stories of her beauty, but also of her recklessness. If she was kidnapped, it wasn’t because guards weren’t doing their jobs, but because she had wandered away and gotten herself into trouble.

Obi-Wan and Anakin only took a small ship to rescue the princess. Something that would allow them to move almost undetected through the stars. They found the vessel she was being kept on and made their way onboard.

The Jedi had to remain undetected for the safety of the princess. With the help of R2, they snuck their way through the ship, easily locating the cell Princess Y/N was supposed to be kept in. The key word there being ‘supposed’. It was empty, the door already open. A destroyed droid was beside the door, its blaster missing.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” said Obi-Wan as he looked at the droid.

Blasts from further down the hall. The Jedi unsheathed their lightsabers and took off towards the sounds.

It was a blood bath. Or, it would have been if droids could bleed. Princess Y/N of Idobaar was ducking into alcoves, emerging only to shoot at droids. As Obi-Wan and Anakin rushed towards her, a droid had a lucky shot. The princess cried out as it hit her arm and ducked behind the alcove.

The two Jedi took care of the droid’s Y/N had yet to destroy. Once they were finished with, Anakin put his lightsaber away and walked towards the Princess. “Princess Y/N?” He asked, offering her his hand.

“Who in the world are you?” She asked, accepting the help and getting to her feet. Her hand held her injured arm, keeping it close to her body.

Anakin took only seconds to observe it. There was no medical droid onboard their small ship; they would need to get her to an infirmary as soon as they got back to Coruscant. “I am Anakin Skywalker—”

“A Jedi?” Asked Y/N interrupting him.

More droids were approaching, that was easy to tell from the readily approaching footsteps. The Jedi wasted no time in moving Y/N along, running her back towards their ship. There was no point them moving under the cover of stealth, not when Y/N had already caused so much commotion.

As they ran she blasted, using her uninjured arm to shoot behind her. Obi-Wan and Anakin did their bit in cutting down droids and protecting the princess. They got her back onto their ship with no more injury and flew her back to Coruscant.

Of course, they were followed. Little fighter ships followed them, but Anakin was quick to take care of it. It was his flying skills that caught Y/N’s eye first, he would always say after this.

"Anything on the scanner?" Y/N asked her ship. It really was an incredible piece of engineering, a vehicle with a personality of it's own. Ship made a noise, something only Y/N could decipher.

Nothing. No Imperial Star Destroyers behind her.

"How about we stop at the nearest planet and get some rations?"

Ship made another noise.

"If you think you can hold out that long before we have to refuel," she replied, patting her steering mechanism.

Before Y/N met her husband, she couldn't fly a ship. He was the reason she learnt.

“So, I’m to be kept on Coruscant as a prisoner?” Y/N yelled, staring at Mace Windu.

The Jedi Master sent her an unimpressed look. He had better things to do than look after a spoiled princess. “Your parents have requested that you be kept here under the watchful eye of the Jedi,” he replied, clearly fed up with her already. Y/N seemed to have that affect on people.

Anakin watched from a distance as Mace Windu got more and more annoyed with her. Never angry, though. He was a Jedi Master, after all. “We have assigned Obi-Wan Kenobi and his Padawan to protect you,” Anakin heard him say.

“You mean the guys that saved me?!” Y/N suddenly shrieked. But then her expression changed. She thought about it for only a few seconds  before nodding. “Yeah, okay.”

Looking past Y/N, Mace Windu summoned Anakin forward. The Padawan walked towards Y/N and bowed. "Princess," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it. "It is good to see you again."

Y/N just gave the Jedi a look. She grinned, turned on her heel and walked away. Anakin followed her silently, his hands clasped behind his back. “So, Padawan learner, where is your master?” She asked him as they stepped into the elevator.

“The Jedi council has sent him on a mission,” he answered. “I will be your protector.”

Protector, Anakin liked the sound of that. He would be the one to protect Princess Y/N of Idobaar.

"I don't need a protector," she spat back as the elevator arrived at her new room. The room Y/N didn't want. "I shouldn't even be here on Coruscant!"

All Anakin could do was watch as she stormed into her room and pulled the door shut behind her.

Anakin looked around the foyer. It was where all of Y/N things had been placed, her possessions from Idobaar brought over to make her feel more at home and comfortable. One bag was open and full of dresses. Funny, Anakin couldn't imagine Y/N in a dress.

The first time he'd met Y/N, she'd been wearing a shirt and trousers, a holster strapped to her leg. Her outfit now was much the same, just without the holster.

Anakin looked to her room. Being a Jedi he could feel her in there, except he couldn't. He ran at the door, throwing it open as he went. If Anakin had lost her already, he'd never hear the end of it.

Princess Y/N of Idobaar was nowhere to be seen. Her bed had been stripped, her sheets tied to the bed post and hanging out of the open windows. Running over, Anakin's eyes followed the sheets to the roof of the slightly smaller building just below them.

Throwing his head back, Anakin let out a groan and jumped out of the window after her.

Y/N had her arms out, balancing her way across the roof. Her steps were slow, steady as she concentrated on staying up there.

There was a noise overhead, but Y/N wasn't concentrating on that. She had hours before her Jedi protector noticed she was gone.

But then he landed in front of her. Y/N stumbled back as he did so, but the Jedi was quick to grab a hold of her. "You really haven't spent a lot of time around Jedi, have you?" Asked Anakin as he kept her upright on the roof.

"So what if I haven't?" She glared up at him, but Anakin didn't release his hold. Y/N softened her expression. "Okay, fine. I don't want to be stuck here on Coruscant until my parents want me home. I just want some freedom before I'm trapped," she said.

What happened the last time she got some freedom? She got herself kidnapped.

And then, Anakin had a plan. "What if I took you flying?"

"Flying?"

Anakin nodded his head.

"What, so just outside of the planet?" It would take maybe five minutes at most.

Anakin just gave her a look.

***

Y/N loved flying. When she was younger and her parents took her on diplomatic trips, her favourite part was travelling there. Y/N sat in the cockpit, watching as Anakin flew the ship. He made it look so easy.

"I've never flown a ship before," Y/N confessed as she watched him.

A grin covered Anakin's face as he began to show off, manoeuvring around other ships. When he got to a wide open space, Anakin stopped the ship and pushed his chair back. "Want to give it a try?"

Y/N sat.

Where did she sit? Why, on Anakin's lap, of course. He helped her to fly it, taking things nice and slow. Anakin had her doing his manoeuvres from before, just at a much slower pace.

He let her drive until they were coming in for a landing. That was when Anakin had to take over once again. Once they were back on Coruscant, Y/N turned towards him. "Nice lesson, Jedi," she said with a giggle. "Maybe we can do this again while I'm stuck here."

Anakin stood from his seat. He followed behind Y/N as she left the ship. "Will you stay on Coruscant now, your highness?" He asked her as he held the door open.

"I'll think about it," she answered, stepping into the elevator.

That was a large number of years ago. So much had changed since then. When Y/N thought about things like that, about how things were all those years ago, it hurt.

It hurt being alone, drifting through the universe. It hurt not having a co pilot to keep her company. Ship was the only friend she had now that her husband was dead.

Y/N checked the coordinates. "Uh, Ship? Why are we heading to Tatooine?"

This time, when Ship made his noises, Y/N couldn't figure them out. Tatooine was fast approaching, but Ship wasn't slowing down. "Give me control!" Y/N cried, sitting back in her seat. "Ship! We're gonna crash!"

And crash they did. When Ship hit the sand, Y/N went flying forward, through the windshield and out into the desert.

Stranded.

They were stranded. Y/N laid in the sand. The Tatooine sun beat down on her, frying her. But she couldn't feel it - she was out cold.

***

Y/N woke up with a panicked start. She had been attacked, hadn't she? There was no way Ship would have just crashed other wise. She looked around at where she was, at the person in the corner of the cave. "Oh my God," she whispered, pushing herself to a sitting position.

It was somebody she had not seen for a great many years, somebody she'd grown to care for like a friend. She'd grown to miss him over the last ten years, too. "Obi-Wan?"

The last time Y/N had seen the man, he hadn't looked quite so haggard. The last time she had seen him, he had saved her and her babies from the clutches of Darth Vader

"That is a name I have not heard for many years," answered Kenobi as he stood up. "Now, what are you doing here on Tatooine, your highness?"

Y/N shook her head from side to side. "I don't know. Ship and I have been drifting for years, landing when we need to and avoiding Vader and his men at all costs. He suddenly landed me here with no word."

"Well, at any rate, I am glad to see you."

Obi-Wan gave her what rations he had and something to drink. "I'll see what I can do for Ship," he said, but Y/N knew what he was thinking. If Anakin was here, he'd be able to fix Ship in a heartbeat.

There was a question Y/N had been dying to ask Obi-Wan since the moment she woke up in his cave. One question she was was terrified of hearing the answer of.

"Obi-Wan, what happened to Luke and Leia? Have you seen them at all?"

Obi-Wan took his time answering her. Which filled her with anxiety.

"Let me show you," he finally said and Y/N let out a breath.

Kenobi took Y/N away from his cave, to a cliff. They sat themselves on the little ledge and Obi-Wan pulled out his Macrobinoculars. He looked first, making sure the little boy was still there, playing with his toys.

And then he passed the Macrobinoculars to Y/N. "Right there," he said and pointed.

When Y/N looked, she let out a gasp. There he was, the little boy she hadn't seen since the day he was born. Y/N watched him play in the Tatooine sand with his toy that looked a little bit like Ship. He was playing just outside of the moisture farm Y/N had visited only once before.

He was with good people, people that had taken care of Y/N in her hour of need.

"No, master Jedi, nobody is trying to kill me," said Y/N as she marched back to her room in Coruscant. It had been her home for a year now, with her Jedi protectors following her every move.

Y/N had spoken to her parents only a handful of times since they'd sent her to Coruscant. They were paranoid and wouldn't have her home any time soon. She missed her home, missed the palace and the friends she had there.

"Your highness, please," Obi-Wan began. "We just ask you be cautious. Our job is to protect you in any way we can; please don't make our job difficult."

Y/N let out a sigh. "Fine," she mumbled, sparing a glance at Anakin. "I'll be on my best behaviour."

The next few days passed somewhat normally for Y/N. When she left her room, Anakin was right behind her, close enough to touch. But he didn't; he kept his distance. That was the Jedi way.

But then, three days after Obi-Wan sat her down to speak with her, things started going wrong. The Jedi believed that, with Y/N safely in her room and with two guards outside of the door, they would be able to go to Jedi council meetings. Y/N, too, thought she was safe for that little while.

As Anakin returned to Y/N's room, he sensed something. Something that wasn't right. He ran into Y/N's room, lightsaber drawn. Y/N let out a gasp as Anakin cut off the hand of the person at the window. They were on the other side, hole cut in the glass for their gun.

"Holy Shit!" Y/N cried, turning to face the Jedi. "What happened?"

Anakin's breath was short as he stood with his lightsaber held above him, looking for the assailant. Before he could answer Y/N, he was jumping out of the window, chasing after the person trying to kill her. "Anakin!" Y/N cried as she leaned over the now broken window, watching as he disappeared between the speeders.

Okay, so maybe somebody was trying to kill her.

The Jedi council set Obi-Wan on the job of finding her assassin. While Obi-Wan worked, Anakin was tasked with looking after Y/N. "We should get off of Coruscant," he said as he sat on Y/N's bed.

"But where can we go?" She asked him. As much as she agreed, Y/N couldn't think of a single place safer for her. She couldn't go back to Idobaar, not when her parent's didn't think it was safe. But then she thought of somewhere. "My parent's are close to the Queen of Naboo. Maybe she'd host us," she suggested.

Anakin sat there, watching her as she packed her bags. She was beautiful, but Anakin had always known that. He couldn't tear his eyes away from her - it made his work as a Jedi very difficult.

The Padawan was hellbent on protecting her. He carried her things to their transport, said goodbye to Obi-Wan and took her to Naboo.

Senator Amidala was there to greet them when they arrived. She greeted Y/N with an embrace and gave Anakin a polite hello.

Naboo was where Y/N and Anakin camped out until Obi-Wan had caught her attempted killer. It was warm, sunny, peaceful. They sat by the lake, watching the sunset. They ate a decadent feast, but only once they'd taken the food up to the room Y/N had been placed in.

But, while they were on Naboo, Anakin was having nightmares. Y/N had never noticed before, but with only a thin wall between them, it was hard not to.

"What is it, Ani?" She asked one morning. When she woke up, she saw him outside of her room, on the veranda.

They were stood so close, but not yet close enough to touch.

"It's my mother," Anakin answered, staring at the water in front of them. "I keep dreaming of her, having nightmares."

His mother. Y/N knew the story, of how Qui-Gon Jinn had found him and his mother, slaves on Tatooine, how he had placed a bet with the man who owned him and had taken Anakin to learn the ways of the Jedi.

"What if we went to Tatooine?" Y/N suggested. "You have the power to free her, now."

Y/N said a farewell to the Queen of Naboo and they were on their way, flying to Tatooine. It was a peaceful trip, Y/N and Anakin sitting side by side, still close enough to touch but not quite. If she moved her hand even an inch, she would have been touching him. Would he be warm to the touch, his skin burning beneath her touch? Would his hands be rough and calloused from the years of Jedi training, or would his touch be soft?

When they landed on Tatooine, Y/N followed Anakin. He spoke to people in a tongue she couldn't understand, leaving Y/N to stand beside him, watching the interaction.

The thing that used to own Anakin directed them to a moisture farm. That was where the man who now owned Anakin's mother would be. And that meant that was where his mother would be.

They set off, heading out towards the moisture farm.

When they got there, they were met with the nicest people and the worst news. Shmi married the man who bought her and had been living with him and his son at the moisture farm. But then she was kidnapped by Tusken Raiders and nobody had seen her since.

"I have to free her," said Anakin as soon as they told him what had happened to his mother.

The suns were setting as Y/N looked at the Jedi she loved. No, not loved, not yet. "Ani," she whispered, reaching towards him. But, before her fingertips could meet his skin, she pulled away.

"Stay here, Y/N, please. They'll look after you here; they're good people," he said.

But Y/N wasn't quite ready to let him go yet. Not without a proper goodbye. Y/N grabbed the front of his Jedi robes and pulled him in. She pressed her lips to his and closed her eyes.

Taken by surprise, Anakin was stood there for just a moment before his body reacted. His hands settled on her waist and he closed his eyes, kissing her back. It was slow and sweet and tender. It was everything the two of them had been waiting for.

When Anakin pulled away, he reached up and pushed her hair out of her eyes. He didn't say anything as he left. Y/N watched him walk away. She waited until he was out of sight before returning to the moisture farm.

"What about Leia?" Asked Y/N as soon as she put down the Macrobinoculars. But then she shook her head. "It's better if I don't know."

It was one of Y/Ns greatest fears, Vader finding her and discovering the existence of their children.

"Why here?" Y/N asked as she passed back the Macrobinoculars back to Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan looked at her. "I thought it best if he grew up with family," he answered.

She spared one last look at Luke through the Macrobinoculars, still playing with his toy ship.

While Obi-Wan helped her to get Ship repaired, she hid in the cave he called him. It was a quick ordeal, Obi-Wan using Jedi mind tricks to speed the process along. He wouldn't use them for anything else, but she was desperate to get away.

It was two weeks before Y/N was flying away on Ship once again. She patted the steering mechanism, happy to have her only friend back. "Get us out of here, Ship," she said.

Ship made a series of noises. "Thanks, pal," Y/N whispered as she looked at their surroundings, the familiarity of space.

Until she crashed on Tatooine, Y/N had managed to keep track of Vader and his fleet of ships. But now, she had no idea where they were. She couldn't tell if she was flying towards them or away from them.

Vader. She remembered the day she met him. But that wasn't a story for right now. So, she thought about Anakin, about the first time he told her he loved her.

Obi-Wan was in danger. Who better to save him than his padowan learner? But Anakin didn't think so.

He had a princess to protect, and he was going to protect her with his life. Besides, they were on Tatooine and Obi-Wan was on Geonosis.

Ever since Y/N had first come to Coruscant, Obi-Wan had been kind to her. He'd protected her with his life, and it was about time she did the same.

So, she thanked Cliegg, Owen and Beru. Whether Anakin was following her or not, she marched over to their ship. "You shouldn't have taught me how to fly," she mumbled when Anakin walked onto the ship behind her, the door shutting after him.

Anakin grabbed onto a chair as Y/N flew the ship. She wasn't very good - there was a reason her future vessel was going to be something that could practically fly itself.

He took over, taking control of the ship from her. "You're not gonna turn us around, are you?" She asked, giving him the pilots seat.

Anakin shook his head. "As long as you promise to let me take the lead, we'll go save Obi-Wan. Just, stay behind me and stay out of trouble," he said. Y/N nodded, reaching for his lightsaber. But Anakin had the force - he could sense it as she reached. "No!" He called and Y/N quickly withdrew her hand.

It wasn't long beside they arrived on Geonosis. Anakin tried to be stealthy, but that wasn't Y/N's specialty. She took down the first droid she came to, stole its blaster and went charging in, head first.

Anakin couldn't stop the small grin crossing his face as he followed her. His lightsaber was drawn as he fought of droids, Y/N continuing to push forward.

And then she found herself on the droid assembly line. Jumping over and around parts, taking out droids as they were being built. It shouldn't have been fun, but it was. And Anakin could tell. He couldn't help but being distracted as she punched a droid, knocking off the head that hadn't yet been properly attached.

But then they got themselves captured. Anakins lightsaber was knocked out of his hand and several finished droids surrounded Y/N. They were well and truly screwed, blasters pushed against their backs as they were forced to walk forward.

Their hands were chained together and they were placed on a chariot. If they weren't about to die, it would have been both magnificent and romantic. But they were, almost quite literally, being marched to their deaths.

"I love you," he said before they were paraded out in front of the crowed. "I'll do whatever I can to protect you."

Y/N tried to step closer. She looked up at him as she leaned towards him. As she did, Anakin dipped his head, pressing his lips to hers. It was slow, gentle, and so full of love. His lips slotted against hers oh so perfectly, soft and pillowy.

Intoxicating. He was intoxicating. They were about to die, and Y/N couldn't think of a better way to go.

"I'd do anything for you," whispered Anakin as they were paraded around. "I'd follow you across the galaxy," he said.

Y/N leaned up to kiss him once more. "If I'm travelling across the galaxy, you'll be right there beside me."

It was hard to keep track of where Darth Vader could have been, Y/N realised as the great, large ship appeared in front of them. It was much bigger than her own, its tractor beam easily pulling them in.

He had found her.

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[darthgloris]

Our Padawan

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Jedi!reader

A/N: this has been in the back of my mind for so long, I'm so glad I'm finally writing this down 😃😃 I love you all and hope you're happy and healthy

Warnings: fluff, family dynamic, platonic!Ahsoka x reader, Anakin being the best boyfriend ever

Summary: Padawan learner Ahsoka Tano takes a big risk during a mission: fighting General Grievous on her own. Her Masters, Anakin and Y/N, are ready to protect her from every and any danger; when they get her to safety, Anakin is relieved, but Y/N's fear of losing the young girl gets in the way of being glad that Ahsoka didn't get hurt.

Our Padawan II // Our Padawan III

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"They sent the child to destroy my station? The Republic must be running out of Jedi!"

Ahsoka shifted her stance to defensive as she prepared her lightsaber.

To be truthful, this wasn't supposed to be a mission, but Anakin's "do as I say, not as I do" teaching strategy didn't seem to have the best results, and more often than not it ended up in the young Padawan doing exactly as he did.

And now she was facing Grievous nearly on her own, only accompanied by her fellow soldiers.

"You must be General Grievous."

The cyborg cackled exaggerately.

"He's just another tinny, boys. Let's scrap him like the rest." She sassed, lunging forward with her green lightsaber.

Grievous quickly blocked the blow and managed to shove her off. She hit the ground with a pained groan and looked up as the Clones shot at him. He deflected all the blaster shots, killing one of them and slashing two others with his lightsaber. He towered over Rex, who was sprawled out on the ground, and raised his weapon over his head. Ahsoka's eyes widened and she leapt in front of her friend, blocking the General's weapon with her own.

"Sorry to interrupt your playtime, grumpy, but wouldn't you prefer a challenge?"

"That wouldn't be you." As Grievous ignited a second lightsaber, she cringed internally.

Maybe she shouldn't have said that.

...

"Where is the fight you promised me, youngling?"

She was definitely getting in trouble for this.

Y/N and Anakin would kill her. She knew they'd be furious with her for doing this, but there was no turning back now.

She hid behind one of the metal shelves in the storage room, looking out for a way to escape. She used the Force to knock an item down on the other side of the room to distract Grievous, then made for sneaking out.

As if on cue, her commlink beeped. Damn it. She cupped her hand over it to silence the noise before answering. "Ahsoka, it's me, Rex. There are only two of us left. Should we abort the mission?"

"No, complete the mission. Set the charges and rendezvous at the landing bay." She replied as quietly as she could.

Ahsoka cut him off as he tried to protest. "That's an order, Rex. I'll keep the General busy. Ahsoka, out."

She turned off her commlink and silently crawled through the shelves as Grievous' gruff voice rang out again.

"Come here, child, I'm looking for you. So far you have failed to impress me."

The R3 unit found her as she backed up against the wall, flattening her body over the cold metal. "Goldie, over here." To her surprise, the droid shone a light on her, revealing her location. "Goldie, no!"

She gasped as the cyborg pulled the commlink off her wrist and destroyed it, making her miss the message Rex was about to send. "Your friends won't help you. You're stuck with me." His figure towering over her was certainly intimidating, but she slipped through a shelf and away from the General as fast as she could.

She climbed up one of the shelves and watched as Grievous asked Goldie for the report. "That stubby little backstabber." She whispered, feeling betrayed.

"Skywalker has come for his R2 unit?" He chortled. "Go and make sure they do not escape."

A sting of fear pierced Ahsoka's heart. Oh, no.

...

Y/N's brows knitted together as her commlink beeped. Anakin turned to give her a look of confusion, wordlessly asking her a question. "It's Rex."

Anakin frowned, wondering what was going on.

She immediately answered the call. "Rex? What's wrong?"

"We ran into Grievous."

"Are you all right?"

"Yes. Fives and I survived."

"Only you two? Where are the others?"

"Three of us were shot down... and Grievous is going after Ahsoka."

"Ahsoka?!" The two said at the same time, worry lacing their voices.

"Y/N, out." She said and ended the call, beginning to walk away.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Anakin hollered, running to block her way. "Where you going, tiger?"

"Where do you think? To save our Padawan's ass!" She snapped, then regretted it as she looked at his face. "I'm sorry, Ani. But we need to move now."

"Come on." He said, trying to give her a comforting smile.

...

Ahsoka climbed down and used her lightsaber to illuminate her surroundings as she peeked around the corner. She then turned it off and relaxed her tense posture slightly, but it didn't last long as Grievous grabbed her by the throat in a second, casting her lightsaber aside.

Her eyes widened in fear as Grievous towered over her, grabbing his weapon.

"Another lightsaber to add to my collection." He said as he ignited it and held it up near her face. "My R3 unit has dropped your precious Masters. When I'm finished with you, they're next." She strained her arm out to try to pry the lightsaber from his grip with the Force, failing. She was tired and her breath was running out.

"That was it?" He cackled. "Do it again. Come on." Ahsoka closed her eyes, reaching out to the Force. The weapon was grabbed from his hand successfully, but not by her. Grievous made a confused noise as he dropped the girl to the ground.

Y/N gripped the weapon tightly as she shoved Grievous away from Ahsoka: she blocked all his blows before successfully tripping the cyborg and hovering over him, her lightsaber at his neck. Ahsoka's eyes widened in shock and surprise as she watched her Master fight, with Anakin standing in front of the Padawan to protect her as she handled the fight, glaring daggers at Grievous while shielding Ahsoka with his body.

"If you ever come near our Padawan again, I swear to the Maker I will rip your teeny face off your teeny skull." Y/N growled, leaning the lightsaber closer to his throat.

"Oh, she's-she's under both of your training..? I didn't know that!" He excused himself meekly, stumbling over his words.

"Leave!" Anakin snapped. That was all it took to send him running away. "Snips, thank the stars you're all right!"

He knelt down in front of her to hug her tightly. He could feel the relief flooding him like a tidal wave as the young girl nestled into his embrace. "Are you hurt?"

She shook her head in response, raising her head to look at Y/N. "Masters, I-"

She silenced her with a glare. "You nearly got yourself killed."

"I... I'm sorry..." she said quietly, looking at her feet in guilt.

"Let's go back to the ship."

Y/N walked on ahead as Anakin looked down at his Padawan with a pout, knowing the impact the scare had on his lover.

Her mind was running a thousand miles an hour. If they had gotten there a few seconds later, Ahsoka would have been killed. The mental image was crystal clear: her limp body in her arms, her blood staining her fingers, Anakin's bloodstained hands and arms wrapping around her to comfort her as sobs racked her body-

"Stardust? You all right?" As if he knew whenever she was getting into her own head too much, Anakin's soft voice pulled her from her thoughts. When she clutched onto him for dear life, he swept an arm under her legs and picked her up bridal style, kissing her head before walking away. "Wait here, Snips."

He carried her into another room and set her down on the ground, pulling her onto his lap as she broke down in tears, hyperventilating as she sobbed in his shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ani..."

"Hey, you have nothing to apologise for, love," he soothed, massaging her scalp gently. "Tell me, what are you afraid of?"

She took a moment to regain her breath before speaking. "What if one day we don't get there in time? Just the thought of finding her makes me tremble..." her voice shook. "I love that girl, all right? I love her like a daughter and I can't lose her, Ani... not to this..."

Anakin's heart broke at the words: he already crumbled whenever he saw her cry, but hearing her speak those words in a desperate, scared tone made him want to take her in his arms and kiss all her pain away.

"I know, my love, I know," he hushed, nuzzling his nose into her hair. "Listen, I love her, too, and I certainly don't want to lose her... but she's not a child anymore. She's making her own decisions and learning from them. I know you feel like you need to yell at her until she promises to never do it again, but we need to stop babying her."

"Fine."

...

As they landed on Naboo, Y/N walked out the door first, not looking back as Ahsoka looked at Anakin in guilt. He responded with a sympathetic look, then walked up behind his lover to give her a back hug. She relaxed slightly as she melted into his arms, letting a few tears slide down her face again. He seemed to notice because she felt him kiss her shoulder and then lean closer to kiss the tears off her cheeks.

"It's alright now, my love. She's safe." Anakin whispered in her ear.

She shook her head, trying to push the lingering fear away. "Ahsoka."

The girl took slow, sad steps towards them, looking down at her feet to avoid catching their angry looks. She didn't know whether her Masters had a fight or not, but she was sure they were going to be mad.

"Ahsoka, what were you thinking?" Anakin asked when she stopped in front of them.

"You could have been killed! And what's worse, you put Rex and Fives in danger!" She continued, trying to keep her composure. "Why did you do that?"

"I... I was just trying to be brave like you guys..." she whimpered.

"Anakin and I are only brave when we have to be." Y/N said, her face softening as she looked at her.

"Snips, being brave doesn't mean you go looking for trouble." He added.

"But you guys aren't scared of anything." She said, looking up at us.

"We're scared of lots of things. And we also were today." Anakin spoke.

"You were?"

She hummed in response, tipping her chin upwards to look her in the eyes. "We thought we were going to lose you. We care about you very much, Ahsoka. And if something were to happen to you, I..." She trailed off, her eyes glossing over with tears. "I honestly don't know what I'd do with myself."

Ahsoka walked closer to her and wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, and Y/N sighed as she hugged her back. "I'm sorry I made you feel this way, and I care about you guys, too. I won't do it again."

Her heart swelled at the words and Anakin walked closer to hug both of then, squishing Ahsoka between them. She was surprised to see how calm they were, and honestly she was glad. "Thank you. That's very mature of you."

"Now go back inside, Snips. It's getting cold." He said, chuckling.

"Okay. Good night." She said as she pulled away and walked back inside.

"Eat something before you go to bed!" Y/N called out.

Anakin smiled at her caring attitude and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend once again. She finally smiled in content and leaned into his embrace with a sigh. "You handled that really well. I'm proud of you, my love."

"Thanks." She chuckled and turned around to kiss his lips softly. "I just- I didn't know I loved her that much..."

"Neither did I. But now we have her promise. That only leaves overcoming your fears, doesn't it?" He asked, smiling softly as his blue eyes looked deeply into hers.

"You're right." She replied and pressed their foreheads together, enjoying the moment of intimacy. Because of the Jedi Code, they were forced to avoid public displays of affection, so whenever they could get a minute to just be together, basking in each other's presence in a way they were forbidden to otherwise, they left all cares behind.

"Anakin?"

"Hmm?"

She looked up at him with her big doe eyes, flooding with love and admiration for him. "Thank you for being so supportive."

He smiled, then leaned down to kiss her shoulder. "Don't thank me, my love." Then he pressed his lips with hers in a slow and passionate French kiss. It was when Y/N let out a low moan that he decided to pull away.

"My love, we can't do this right now."

"I know." She mumbled grumpily, making him giggle.

"I promise that'll be the first thing we do when we get home." He whispered sultrily in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

"I love you, Ani."

"I love you too, stardust."

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #ahsoka tano x reader #ahsoka tano #tcw ahsoka #tcw anakin #star wars the clone wars

[wackapedia]

The Bet | Bob Floyd x Reader

You’re a mechanic, and that human R2 unit Weapon Systems Operator is your boyfriend. And now, he’s drunk.

Word count: 880 Warnings: Drinking, Drunk boyfriend, Mild language, slightly wild kissing (!)

After sunset  maintenance checks for government funded fighter planes wasn't how you visualised your Friday nights. If only your fellow mechanics handed in their reports completed and on time, you wouldn't have to be shoulders deep in a two-seater fighter jet's exhaust, clenching a tool between your teeth while one hand holds your phone serving as a flashlight, and the other poking a screw, trying to decide if is it too tight on the hydraulics, or too loose to cause problems on flight. You're being more meticulous with this one tomcat jet though, not only because its worth over a billion dollars, it also carries very special pilots for routine runs and classified missions. Rather, your very special pilot.

"Lt. Robert "Bob" Floyd" it says on the jet's sidepod, just under Phoenix's name. It always brings you a sense of pride to be a mechanic at top gun, working with the best pilots like Maverick, and your best weapon systems operator, Bob.

Pocketing the rest of your tools and satisfied with your routine maintenance, you start to climb down the ladder when your phone suddenly blasts the chorus of the Macarena in full volume and displays a silly caller ID of Rooster. Wobbling a bit on your steps, the Macarena continues to blast as you climb down the rest of the ladder. Landing on your feet, you fold down the maintenance ladder while swiping your phone to answer the call. "Yup?" "Y/n, have you ever seen your boyfriend drunk?" Rooster yells on the other end. He presses his head into the phone's speakers to make out your response against the loud noise on his end. "Oh my go- You got Bob drunk?!" You yell into your phone while hauling the ladder into the storage, slamming the said government property among the rest of the clutter.

"Hey he's only had one, and he's on his way to get a second one. Come see, he's currently challenging Hangman in acrobatic darts." Rooster says. "I thought your were such disciplined model top students at Fighter Weapons Academy..." You grumble, putting on your coat and grabbing your helmet as you leave the hangar. "First of all, no one calls it that anymore, its just Top Gun," Rooster says, in his smartass voice, "...and second of all, you need to get that stick out of your ass, lieutenant top aeromechanics student. Get over here and save your boyfriend!" A cacophony of cheers ring on Rooster's end before he ends the call. ---- "Hey guys! y/n's coming!" Rooster announces and the rest of the squad cheers. "Hundred bucks says Bob's too shy do it." Hangman playfully taunts. The rest of the squad agrees, adding up to the betting pool. Bob looks like he doesn't understand the bet but laughs along anyway, raising the bottle for an acknowledging toast and knocks back his second drink for the night, looking absolutely smashed drunk. ---- "Hey, Bob! Your girl's here!" Payback calls out upon spotting you enter the Hard Deck. You spot Bob standing on the pool table, red faced, glasses askew, and drunk as hell. You shoot Hangman a fierce glare for patronizing Bob on whatever drunken game they were playing. Bob's fuzzy brain finally understands what Payback just said and ungracefully gets down the table, one hand holding a a few darts, and moves to hug you. Eyeing the bunch of darts, Phoenix immediately stops her backseater's wrist and takes the darts before your boyfriend accidentally hurts you or himself. Bob's drunken body drapes itself on you, making you stumble back. "Glad you all find this hilarious" You mutter, making the rest of the slightly tipsy squadron laugh. Among all of them, Bob was the most intoxicated, and it was only nine thirty in the evening. Bob was saying something, his deep voice muffled against your coat sleeve. "What?" You ask, lifting his head by taking his jaw up.

Now, Bob was a simple man. If his girlfriend wanted a kiss, she wouldn't even have to ask. He feels you grab at his jaw and his brain immediately went there. This type of programming on Bob's brain is the reason why he is now giving you the most scandalous kiss in front of his squad. At first they thought it was funny, but Bob doesn't stop. And don't get yourself wrong, every kiss with Bob is magical, but the squad's laughter dies down. Their smiles begin to drop as they continue to watch Bob make out with you. His hand begins to wander and before anything wild happens, you grab your boyfriend's shoulders and gently pull yourself away. The kiss ends with a hot smack of Bob's lips lifting from yours. By this time, everyone around the pool table fell silent. Bob pushes his glasses up and croaks out "I think I'm drunk..." Under his breath. Hangman makes good on his word, which was a rare occasion, and pulls out a hundred bucks from his extravagant wallet. The rest of the team follows suit, shoving wads of cash into Bob's pocket and ruffling his already messy hair, or giving him a pat on the shoulders. Bob is already half asleep, leaning his weight on you. "Should I ask you guys what the bet was? Do I want to know?" You ask Phoenix.

"Absolutely not."

#Bob floyd x reader #bob x reader #bob top gun x reader #top gun x reader #top gun maverick x reader #robert floyd x reader #robert bob floyd x reader #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #top gun fic #top gun fanfic #top gun maverick fic #top gun maverick fanfiction #top gun maverick fanfic

[ladystoneboobs]

i present: small and non-verbal but very funny star wars moments:

ep. V: the empire strikes back--the millenium falcon achieves hyperspeed again, despite the imperials' best plans to the contrary. admiral piett and his men are terrified of vader's reaction, all trying to stay out of his path. but he's still too busy brooding on his loss of luke to even force-choke anyone. that's how thrown off he was by his newly-mutilated son running away from him!

the sole exception to this collective terror being this guy, so intent on his own important work, that he doesn't even notice his scary boss until darth vader has walked right past him.

ep. III: revenge of the sith--padme's droids somehow getting her unconscious body back on her ship.

in the novelisation, r2-d2 just drags her up the ramp with his gadgetry, but in the script it's c-3po who carried her up bridal style. which would be impossible to film when 3po could barely manage to move around under his own weight. what makes it really funny for me is that there was no need for any of this. why not just have obi-wan pick her up as he's hurrying outta there after failing to kill her husband? i mean, it's surely not good to be lying out in the open on a volcanic world with poisonous gases, but it wouldn't be good for obi-wan running around out there either, and this lady was about to have broken heart as her only known cause of death. when has science ever held back star wars? and i can't imagine that being dragged by wires from artoo or dropped every few steps by threepio could've been too good for her body either. just makes for an absurd little (offscreen) background detail amid the tragedy of the end of padme's life, imho.

ep. IV: a new hope--obi-wan vanishing into thin air when struck down and vader's (very understandable) bafflement afterward.

by this point in the second screencap, luke is shooting at him in retaliation and the stormtroopers are all shooting back at luke, but anakin is still dealing with this unprecendented vanishing and busy searching for any corporeal remains of obi-wan kenobi with his boot. "where did you go, my old master? how could this happen? i wasn't done fighting with you yet."

ep. V: the empire strikes back--vader inviting lando calrissian, chewbacca, han solo, and princess leia to share a meal with him and boba fett, before taking chewie, han, and leia prisoner and torturing han.

i think a lot of people must assume there was no actual meal, but it's not like vader had to go to all that trouble in the first place of setting out an entire banquet table with proper containers and utensils. just because that was lando's pretext to bring them to vader does not necessitate actually having a table set. darth vader could have had them led into any other room with boba fett and stormtroopers waiting to just arrest them right away. instead, as we can see in the second screencap, (over lando's shoulder and leia's bun), vader did sit down at the head of the table, waiting for his prey to join him. and i swear, in one of the earlier drafts of empire's screenplay there is actually a scene showing their awkward meal together. or rather, han and leia being served food and drinks while darth vader just sits there, watching evilly, explaining his great villainous plan to use them to trap luke. it's like dr. evil making austin and vanessa sit down at his table in the first austin powers movie. darth vader really did always live for drama

ep. VI: return of the jedi--leia telling han that she loves luke, but not that way. he's her brother, silly! as if this is something they all knew all along, with zero follow-up explanation. you can just see han wordlessly processing this bombshell of brand new information through his facial expressions alone. (this lasts so long that i wouldn't even count it were it not likely overshadowed by everything else in the ending of rotj.)

wh-what did you say? your brother? since when?

wait-wait-wait. i've seen you mouth kissing luke right in front of me before. i'm so confused now.

just what kind of weirdo family have i gotten myself mixed up with here?

oh, well, she's only kissing me now. that's good enough, i guess. maybe?

hey, as long as you do love me and luke in different ways ...

i don't know much about families, but i've heard they all have their weird traditions. so who am i to judge you, babe? as long as we're together now, that's all that matters.

#swedit #star wars #anakin skywalker #darth vader #padme amidala #lando calrissian #chewbacca #han solo #leia organa #yes i did use very specific adjectives to exclude most of the st #tho i do think there's some funny intentional and more overt humor in the jj saga #tlj was more marvel-like humor which was its real greatest sin #tumblr won't let you do a numbered list in descending order so just imagine it's a top 5 that way #(c)lsb

[rukia-writes]

Zeus x human! Reader

Warnings: 18+, no minors 🔞, rough sex, nudity, cussing, dirty talk, pregnancy.

A/N: I got lazy 🤧 and said headcanons.

🌿There was a time gods and humans were close. Being ruler of the cosmos Zeus heard about Adam being expelled from the garden of Eden decided to check and see how things were going on earth.

🌿There wasn’t anything else to do at the moment, why not?

🌿From what Zeus could gather from disguise as a eagle; Adam had been a little busy over the years as the kids running around were the giveaway. Zeus noticed a few older ones; two brothers. Not interested but noted.

🌿Zeus eventually noticed a young woman with the two brothers; wearing nothing but fig leaves and leaf vines. Zeus was interested.

🌿(Name) was Adam and Eve’s first daughter and definitely cherished. Zeus could tell and as a relatively young god himself he wanted to introduce himself. So, Zeus waited until she was by herself in the apple orchard that Adam planted to introduce himself.

🌿With one thing leading to another, and with a young Zeus charm and silver tongue, the two keep their relationship a secret, Zeus calls it a just me and you space. Zeus visits earth whenever he can and when he visits he always brings (Name) whether, it’s a necklace or clothes for the harsh winter or even flowers.

🌿the longer this continues they both fall in love with Zeus able to convince his sweet (Name) (with that silver tongue of his) to move away from Adam. He’s not scared of Adam but because he’s precious to (Name) he doesn’t want to have hurt anyone if they get in his way. (I promise he means well)

🌿Always calls (Name) princess, sometimes it’s other nicknames; sweetie, sunshine, honey, babe. But 90% of the time it’s princess.

🌿So when Adam sees his daughter after many years with a whole army of kids and (Name) holding a baby in her arms he’s in awe on the inside but calm on the outside as a group of kids (with familiar thick eyebrows) crowd around calling him grandpa. Adam doesn’t even question it and just welcomes them all by carrying them in his arms.

🌿 Eve also welcomed them as well as Abel but Cain is the one who asks (Name) aloud who the father is; (Name) just says they were gifts from above.

🌿Adam: ah, they are demi gods. Still my grandchildren. (Is what Adam tells himself)

🌿Zeus keeps in constant contact with his lover and children and always provides, whether it’s new shoes or clothes, or food (brings a shit ton of food, he limits sweets because some the children have already developed strength/powers and well… you get it.)

🌿Loves all his children and when the children get a smart with their mother (As all children do) when Zeus isn’t around he’ll send a thunderbolt because he hears and knows. ⚡️

🌿 When the time comes Zeus takes care of (Name)’s soul personally; she’s special after all. If any god asks why he does it he just says he wants to make sure the souls go where they are needed before he lets the valkyries do this job.

🌿 But even as a soul he still loves his princess, keeps an eye on his descendants and knows them all.

🌿Of course when Ragnarok happens; R2 is DISCOURSE 101. because Adam sees Zeus in his older appearance and is confused because Adam remembers (Name) telling him that her lover was handsome with long blonde hair and rippling muscles; a handsome god. This guy is just old. So when Zeus admits he met (Name) in his prime;younger years when he was much handsomer god. Adam is like: 👍🏻 I’m still giving you hands.

🌿the rest of R2 is discourse since (Name) has her father and lover fighting to the death. (And we all know what happens)

It was the first time god and human came together.

The sky was dark as the stars lit up stronger than before and the small river that ran inside the cave made for a beautiful scenery.

Stories go Zeus was born in a cave, and now he was making love to his first human lover in a cave.

As slowly slid his thick cock inside his sweet (Name)’s cunt Zeus felt her tighten around his cock making him moan a loud as his hands never left her hips. Muttering, “amazing.” To himself as he believed this human felt better than any goddess he had before as Zeus had bottomed out as his whole cock was inside her now he felt amazing.

Passion and lust mixed between them as Zeus’ sped up to match his lustful feelings, (Name) had felt many emotions but nothing felt as good as the king of the gods fucking her. Zeus had a tight grip on her hips as he fucked her from behind with her hands pressed against the cave wall. Every time she said Zeus he only fucked her harder as his lust reached an all time high as he didn’t hesistate to cum inside her.

Enjoying the high of his climax and the tightness of her cunt made the god of the cosmos only want more and so for the rest of the night Zeus delighted himself inside his beautiful princess and she enjoyed every minute as well.

The next day, rather morning, Zeus decided to wake her up with a call of his own as (Name)’s toes curled with her wrapped around his waist she pulled him closer to her making her moan his name a loud on her bed, as her mind went numb (Name) felt Zeus massage her breasts. Lightly grabbing them and then releasing them, repeating in a steady motion.

“Zeus-! I think-I think-“

“It’s ok princess. Just enjoy it.”

Kissing her forehead and calling her princess (Name) felt love and passion intertwine as she felt that feeling grow more intense by the second. Zeus loved the way she tightened around his cock, the way her breasts moved and he loved the way she said his name.

One last call of Zeus’ name she reached her limit, her first climax, a feeling that was both sweet and exciting. Kissing her cheek Zeus as he gave several lust filled thrusts before reaching his own euphoric climax, tightly holding her hips in placed as he filled her cunt to the brim with his cum.

“Amazing, simply amazing my princess.”

Kissing each other two felt like the only one in the world and the fun wasn’t over yet. The next few days were a blur to (Name) as she constantly rode the godfather’s cock, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her and of course Zeus didn’t deny her once.

Not at night when the two were supposed to be asleep.

The two couldn’t stay away from each other, Zeus always wanted a partner that matched his sexual libido in the bedroom and he found that in (Name). Zeus enjoyed sex and he enjoyed many positions with (Name), eating her out was his favorite thing as he enjoyed licking and sucking her clit and licking her cunt as he held her thighs.

Several times Zeus forgot about his meetings and barely made them. Even as quick as he was it was close and yet no one seemed to mind since he did show up. When the day came that (Name) was pregnant with his child he was overjoyed and excited as he twirled her around in the air and hugged her close to him.

Zeus was sure his descendants would reign for thousands of years, his princess was so sweet and kind and with his strength and might surely it would be so.

For she was his princess and always would be.

🎀Rukia-Writes🎀

#Zeus x reader #ror x reader #record of ragnarok x reader #shuumatsu no valkyrie headcanons

[rights-for-redshirts]

AU where Anakin drops out of training halfway through his Padawanship and starts a mechanic shop of his own. This, predictably, saves the galaxy.

Because let's be real, he would be insanely good at it. This leads to several patents running under his name by the time he is 18, including but not limited to

A very easy and cheap to build scanner that *can* be used for detecting slave chips (the Hutts are Not Amused by the skyrocketing number of freedom trail escapees. There is a bounty on his head because he is silently donating a lot of his money to the people organizing said freedom trails. Anakin is aware of this but doesn't let it show. It is a badge of honor, but not one everyone knows how to read. The people who do know know either way.)

a little addition to hyperspace antennae bc he wanted!! to talk to!! his mother!! more often!! that coincidentally completely revolutionized military communication (Anakin is unaware of this)

some type of hyperspace engine modification just because ships and space travel are cool. This also starts to revolutionise research in that area; "The Force told me I could" may not be a valid basis for a scientific project, but "How the kriff does that mechanic DO THAT" sure is

Probably some lightsaber modifications bc come. On. There's no way he wouldn't find a way to improve those. (In the ensuing legal battle, it is noted that the construction and possession of lightsabers is no longer prohibited to the general public. Some Jedi Shadows slip away and do some investigating into when exactly that was changed. And by whom.)

He can’t buy his mother back because even though he has the money now, Watto won't sell her in the hopes of extorting him with her welfare. Anakin is this close to hiring a bounty hunter to deal with this and rescue his mum by himself. Only is Shmi happily busy directing her fellow slaves to operation centers and has no intention of stopping by leaving the planet ("Mum, don't you always say the true tragedy in the galaxy is that nobody helps each other?" Yeah, that woman is SO organizing the resistance against the Hutts.)

While the Jedi aren't really allowed to help because of politics, a good deal of them (the chaotic good alignment faction, i.e. Quinlan Vos & Company) help whenever they can, brokering peace with the original natives (Tuskens and Jawas) to facilitate escape through the desert and prepare an interim government for the inevitable slave/native revolt against the hutts. The council turns a blind eye to this, because a) they know it's the right thing to do and b) the lightsaber permit headache.

It's up to you which faction Obi-Wan belongs to.

The Techno Union is extremely unhappy about their monopoly on, well, technology being broken. This leads to some more legal battles that ... idk, I didn’t think this through, but they lose. Badly, and this proceeds to drag the Banking Clan and Trade Federation down with them as further investigations are opened.

Padmé delightedly pounces on the opportunity to drag all of them down and get revenge on Nute Gunray; she and Anakin make a magnificent team by combining political/legal and technical/market expertise into hell of a headache for the people who would otherwise fund the Separatists. There may or may not be a passionate kiss over some legal evidence and spare parts.

Sidious, who had so far been trying to push all the pieces into position he will need for the Clone Wars while keeping Anakin friendly to him and slowly building public support, now has his hands full juggling a) the lightsaber construction legislature investigation from the Jedi, of which they keep him duly informed (stressful), b) Anakin hyperfixating on mechanics so badly he hardly has time to spiral, never mind build up resentment against the Jedi, c) the Techno Union, the Banking Clans and the Trade Federation slowly crumbling under the combined weight of Skywalker being stubborn, Amidala campaigning and R2 slicing some pretty damning evidence, taking the financial backing for the droid army with them; d) what do you mean, the attempt on Shmi Skywalker's life was thwarted by a random Jedi "passing through" and several hundred newly freed slaves?? Since when did the Outer Rim start getting democratic??, e) with the slow, but steady dismantling of the three most powerful enterprises in the Republic, the main reasons for secession (Republic inefficiency, corruption, and corporate greed using monopolies to choke smaller planets into financial ruin and dependency) slowly falling away, the reasons for a war also fade into nothingness and the Republic returns to functionality.

By that time, the Jedi Shadows, led by Mace Windu (who traced the lightsaber construction thing) and the Jedi Slave Freeers (who traced the attempt on Shmi's life) meet up in front of the chancellor's office like the spidermen meme, down to kill a chancellor for completely different but both very valid reasons.

Upon opening the door, they find Padmé Amidala with a Ysalamiri lizard and a blaster. The unexploded (because Force-blocked) body of the Chancellor is lying in front of her, three smoking holes in his chest (he tried to blackmail her into leaving the Techno Union alone by way of her affair with Anakin (that she, as a Senator from Naboo, is not allowed to have). She brought the lizard without knowing it blocked the Force, but she got it as a gift from Anakin, who told her it would keep her safe if ...).

Mace Windu deactivates his lightsaber and tells Padmé with a straight face to drop the gun. There might be fingerprints on it that could lead to the culprit.

#Credits roll #After the Kaminoans contact the Republic in annoyance about their ordered army they haven't picked up #They instantly get sued for human rights violations #The clones are depending on personal preference integrated into the Jedi Service Corps or Mandalore #Obi-Wan is chosen for the negotiations over citizenship with Duchess Kryze. The credits include a shot of them bickering over a #cake that may or may not be for a wedding #Dooku is on Serenno on a beach and argues pilosophy with the council over holocall. #star wars #au #clone wars #sw #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #long post #Anidala

[anakinskywalker97]

5 - The Rise of Skywalker

Vader x Ex-Padawan reader - Chapter 5 - Meditation

Previous parts

Summary: Vader finds out the true extent to how much damage his body endured after mustafar, meditation leads him to an old friend.

Thanks for all the love on this series! Reblogs and comments are what keep me going! <3

Warnings: panic attack description, hurt/comfort

No one would be that stupid. 

Vader wasn’t sure what you meant until he saw it with his own eyes. People had a very healthy respect for you, especially the Rebels and their alliances. You had a reputation, one he didn't realize belonged to you. He had heard of the Shadow Tempest many times. The epic runs, always one step ahead of the Empire. The pilot behind almost all the notable Rebel wins. In all his time with you he always did most of the piloting, he knew there were a million things to do and sort out but more than anything he wanted to take you out and see who would win. 

He sat there in a meeting of people, the higher-ups of the revolution, and watched as they listened to you. You never asked for anything, simply told them that he was on your side now and that he needed the best medical. In return, they would have your help in defeating the Empire. They were very eager to have your support, apparently up until this it was very hard to persuade you into helping them. Something he would ask more questions about as from what he was told your ship had been center stage in most Rebel wins. He was surprised that help from you and Obi-Wan was enough for them to overlook his past. 

Obi-Wan let out a tense laugh as they handed him a bank card. Apparently, all his money was in his account and had been converted over to card technology despite his leaving.  He could go run off and be a murdering psychopath then come home and find out how much interest he had earned off his funds. This wasn't right. He didn't deserve this. People had to accept him at your request, but he could feel the way they trembled in his presence. Fear gripped people tightly and he could even feel their concern for you. Even without being able to read their thoughts, he knew their plans to pull you aside to see if you had stockholm syndrome or if he had possessed you. He guessed that was a good thing, people here cared about you. Everyone stopped what they were doing to greet you, relief that you were safe overwhelming their features, it was good to know it wasn’t skin deep. People really cared. 

He was unsure about the Rebel's plans for the Empire though. But then again he was retiring from this world. He would kill the Sith, try to come back from being one, restore balance to the universe, and hide away with you - hopefully forever. 

Ahsoka had not been pleasant, but she came around for the sake of ending the Empire. He hoped in time he could mend things with her. She had been your closest friend and he missed how easily she fit into the family that was formed during the Clone Wars. A family he had to put back together. 

R2 was beyond happy to see him. He ran around him squealing loudly. Everyone looked horrified but he bent down and put his arms around the droid. Affection towards R2 was easy. He was the most dependable thing in his life for the longest time. He was well-maintained but still looked like he was an active participant in the war. He thought of all the lore that surrounded the Shadow Tempest, more than anything he wanted to pull R2’s memory and watch every bit of footage he had saved. He would come back for it another time. 

“I kept her safe” R2 chirped loudly in his language and he laughed again patting the little droid on what would be considered his head. 

“Thank you, you did an excellent job R2.”  He was grateful he left something behind to help you in his absence even if it was unintentional. 

Then the medical meetings started. Once he saw all his options, he was overwhelmed. From the stem cells they had of his on file, they could re-grow most of his skin to cover the prosthetics. They would have to remove more of his arms and legs as the nerves had been permanently and purposely damaged where they met the metal prosthetics. The rest of his skin could be healed with minor scaring, they could even regrow his hair follicles. 

After looking at the scans and seeing the damage Palpatine did he had to leave. 

He had no idea what he gave up that day on Mustafar. 

He lost the woman he wanted to marry, the ability to give her a nice life, to touch her without hurting her, to touch her and feel her skin. Not to mention the horrible things he had said to you at the end lived rent-free in your mind all these years.  He had given up the one person in the world he considered family, he had tried to kill his brother. All of this was to build something better for them. Yet he spent years trying to kill Obi-Wan, terrified of his old master. The sickness was too much to contain as it all came flooding back to him. 

Let me go - he commanded you as he left the building. It was cruel but he was drowning in pain. He was so consumed with rage and self-hate he left to go to the temple where Obi-Wan had been going to meditate. 

He knew the only true way out was through. He couldn't go on a rampage, couldn't give into weakness. He couldn't lose you again. 

Palpatine had made him suffer to prevent him from his full potential. To keep him from his density. Just as the Jedi had done. Everyone wanted to hold him down, force him to comply, just like Watto. He had been so caught up in thinking he deserved the pain, which in his opinion he still did. Palpatine gave him the illusion of control and freedom. That power was so seductive but what had it gotten him? The lives he took ran through his mind at a speed that made him dizzy. Nausea gripped him as the familiar coldness ran up his limbs to settle in his stomach. It was what he imagined death felt like. The icy energy caressed his body, but he had been here too many times before to know he wasn't that lucky. 

It was his punishment, he had earned it fair and square. A lifetime of suffering would never be enough to make up for the lives he took. His mind ran through this for hours as he sat in the temple trying to find peace and clarity. 

He’d done too much, taken too many.

“You did what the Force deemed necessary.” The voice made him jump, not an easy thing to do. The hazy, glowing form of Qui-Gon was in front of him. 

“I -” He started to argue back. 

“You - are the living force. The Sith willed you into existence Anakin, there is a power in you unlike anything else in this Galaxy.” He explained calmly and his heart sank at the realization of his words. 

“I’m evil.” His voice was so broken. A truth he always should have known deep down. There would be no path leading towards the man you wanted, needed, him to be. 

“No, there is no good and evil in the true force, this concept of light and dark comes from the people sensitive to it and how they choose to use it. You are what it is in its true form” 

“Then why is everything inside me so painful.” His voice was wet with the tears streaming down his cheeks. As far back as he can remember that power inside him has always been anger. 

“Because you experienced great pain. You have to understand that your life was always one with the force. The choices you made were ultimately the direction of the force. It wants balance. The Sith and Jedi were flawed ways of doing things, it’s your job to follow this through.” His words brought tremendous relief and a tremendous amount of anxiety at the same time.  

“I failed you.” He whispered. 

“I failed you. Had I been around I fear that things would have been better for you. Obi-Wan was not ready, but that does not mean he doesn't care for you.” Qui-Gon smiled sadly. “You have done great things, terrible things, and carried the pain of  both of them.” 

Anakin sobbed. This task he was burdened with, the pain he had to cause to settle debts that had nothing to do with him. Seeing Qui-Gon made him feel like he was ten years old again. He wanted to run into his arms and hold him.

“Thank you.” He said softly. 

“Now, you must complete your training with Obi-Wan, I have shown him what is needed. You must also complete training your Padawan.” He gave Anakin a big smile. “She is more important than you realize. The second half of the prophecy rests on her shoulders. You must be there to help her carry it.” 

“What’s the second half of the prophecy?” His voice went dark again. He didn’t want this nonsense anywhere near you. He wanted to end Palpatine and have this part of his life over with. Had he not sacrificed enough of himself for it? Had he not tried to make the right choice every time despite the cost? The only request he had ever had in this life was to spare you and his mother.

“Don’t worry about that. Just focus on training and confronting Palpatine. Only then you will be a Jedi, a true Jedi.” Qui-Gon looked at him for a long moment. “She will be fine.” His eyes held an emotion that Anakin didn’t understand. It scared him, but he trusted Qui-Gon. He didn’t really have a choice in the end, you were too involved to shut out. You were certainly not naive enough to dump off on some planet again. 

He had a million questions but felt Qui-Gon fade out. A new presence took his place, one he knew could have no form or words. She could just manage a feeling and it was enough. It was more than enough, the feeling wrapped around him and he held onto his mother tightly. 

After a long while, he came back to the present moment. He reached out to Obi-Wan, knowing that reestablishing the bond would be unavoidable. 

Master - He reached out and felt the bond attach on the other side. 

Anakin - Obi-Wan sounded surprised and the full force of his calm presence washed over Anakin. How much he had missed being able to reach out and feel his master. The feeling was so overwhelming he needed to stay in it for a moment. 

I need your help - He was unsure of what he would have left to learn from Obi-Wan but he trusted Qui-Gon. 

Obi-Wan rushed to the temple and Anakin could feel his unsettled nature. The concern for him made him want to cry again. He didn't deserve this side of Obi-Wan. He watched his master take in his meditation pose and his eyes softened. He sat next to him and Anakin tried to keep his composure as Obi-Wan’s arm came around his shoulders. 

“I want to apologize again,” Obi-Wan whispered. He could feel Shmi’s presence had not left the temple yet. 

“Please don’t.” Anakin choked. He could tell through the newly established bond just how much sorrow Obi-Wan’s heart carried. He was overflowing with it. He knew he felt responsible for Anakin’s mother, for how poorly the council had treated him, especially when he was a boy. He could feel how painful exile had been, how he couldn't escape Anakin so he moved to Tatooine to fully accept his punishment. How much he hated the sand, but how much he loved being close to the brother he lost.  Then he realized that the fresh paint and seasonal flowers on his mother’s grave was his doing. He could see his master there lighting a candle occasionally sitting with her telling her his best stories, all the moments she missed out on while he was away. The love for him that was often so well concealed flowed through the bond. 

“We failed each other,” Anakin whispered. 

“I was older and should have been wiser.” Obi-Wan said sadly. 

Anakin told him about the prophecy and they sat there together considering things. 

“You must overcome your emotions -” Anakin flinched and Obi-Wan put his hand back on his shoulder “ You must feel them and use them, but not be overwhelmed with them. Once you submit to your anger you lose the light, when you lose your anger and sense of justice, you lose your power. Everything must be about finding balance.” 

Anakin nodded.

“Do you think she will stay?” Obi-Wan looked confused by his question. 

“Why would she leave?” He asked softly, with tenderness in his features. 

“The whole Sith creation thing. She wants me to be better, that doesn't sound good with my track record.” Anakin could feel his insecurities start to rise up and he took a breath. 

Obi-Wan let out a laugh. “If she didn't want to see you she wouldn't have accepted jobs in Imperial air space for the past 7 years.” 

“I still can't believe you let her do that stuff,” Anakin said slightly put out with his master. 

“You think I could stop her?” He laughed again and Anakin shook his head. 

_________________________

He reluctantly stood in the elevator up to your apartment. He should feel a sense of relief, or motivated towards his plan. Instead he just felt anxious. He wanted you more than anything else in the galaxy. He’d sacrifice what he had to. He didn’t care that it was attachment, you were going to be his at any cost necessary. If you were horrified what would he do? Just force you down and fuck you back into submission again? 

No. 

He sighed as the door to your apartment opened, he hated it when you forgot to lock the door.  You were in the kitchen cooking, the sight of him caused you drop the wooden spoon into the frying pan. Your fingers picked it out and you hissed as the heat stung your flesh. 

Panic raced through him. Memories of Mustafar bit into his still aching flesh. He grabbed your wrist with too much force, using the other hand to manhandle you towards the sink. He put your fingers under cold water and tried to breathe. 

_______________

Anakin’s gloved hand had a painful grip on your wrist as he held it under the cold water. The fear in his eyes scared you as a cloud of darkness wrapped around him tightly. He wrapped his other hand around your torso and rested his cheek on the top of your head. You could feel his tears sinking into your scalp. 

“Anakin, it’s alright.” You said softly holding on to him with your free arm. “It won’t even scar, it doesn't hurt.” 

Your words were from this moment in time and you knew his mind was far away. In a world you probably wouldn't be able to reach. You let him hold you tightly. 

“I’m a Sith.” He said quietly making you jump slightly.

“I know.” You werent sure what exactly he was referring to. 

“What do you know?” He asked pulling away to look down at you. He was so much taller, you felt swallowed by his frame. 

“I had this vision? Not sure you could call it that exactly.” You tried to figure out what you wanted to tell him before you realized the best thing to do would be to read what you had written about it right after it had happened. No details would be missed or confused. “Here, I’ll grab my journal.” Your words did nothing to lessen his grip on you. 

He gave you a conflicted look. With the force he grabbed a jar of burn salve from the fridge. He opened it and stuck your fingers in it. 

“Just stay.” He was worn so thin it reminded you of when he had left you all those years ago. Three days he was at the temple, that probably meant three days without sleep. Not a good idea for Anakin. 

“Which journal is it?” He asked looking for guidance. 

“Erm - I’d have to help.” You picked the jar of salve up and kept your fingers inside it to appease him. Where did people go to get help for this sort of thing? You had no idea how to reassure him when he got like this. You just did what he wanted or had sex with him. 

He was satisfied with this. He moved with you to the bedroom. He followed your gaze to the few shelves that held notebooks, knowing full well he wouldn't listen if you told him not to read them. 

You pulled three from the shelf from around that time frame with the force and started flipping through them. His attention was engrossed with the colourful writing and drawings. You found the part you were looking for and handed it to him, returning the other two back to their place on the shelf. 

You reluctantly gave it over to him and returned back to the kitchen. Thankfully dinner hadn’t burned, as he’d turned the element down. He followed you leaning against your island while you kept cooking. His red eyes making sure your fingers stayed coated in the salve. 

You didn't hear him read the lines but you felt his heart clench. He rested his head in his hands for a moment. 

“Why did you come back?” He groaned. When you had written down what had happened you were completely terrified. You’d faced him and thought he had killed you. You woke up a shaking mess and wrote down every detail you could recall in case it came back to hurt you one day. You could feel his shame at the fear bleeding through the pages. 

“I didn’t I got captured.” You said evasively. You didn't know how to answer the question he was asking you. 

“Why did you bring me back.” He clarified his eyes devouring you. A memory came to you of laying in a field with him after a mission had ended and you were waiting on the ship to be repaired. The grass was covered in wild flowers and you laid in the sun, you had feelings for him but didn’t know how to tell him. You’d almost been hit on the mission and the way he had hugged you after was replaying through your mind. 

“I promised you I would always come back.” You referenced that moment when he had almost lost you for the first time. “There’s enough of you in there to make the risk worth it.” 

He closed his eyes and you felt him breaking down. You turned the element off half expecting to get jumped. 

“I’m sorry.” His words were so thick and raw. 

“Me too.” 

“No, you haven’t done anything. I did it all, turns out I had to in the end. But still, the things I’ve done to you-” His voice broke. 

“I wanted you to.” You felt his mind revisit that first night you had back together. 

“You didn’t.” 

“I did. I don’t know if you know this but I’m quite vocal when I’m unhappy.” You smirked.  

“You tried to push me away, I thought it was you pulling us together -” He took a deep breath. He needed to eat and then sleep before he got too carried away. 

“I don’t care. I wanted you back. That’s what I got.” 

“There’s another part to the prophecy.” His voice was low. 

“Oh boy.” you whispered. 

“Qui-Gon won’t tell me what it is, but it’s about you.” His features looked manic and you knew it was time to shut things down before he went over the edge. 

“I can handle it.” You said staring him down. You wouldn't let him be an idiot about things this time. “Now. I’m going to wash my fingers off, we're going to eat. Then sleep.”  He considered you for a long moment. You could tell he was recounting what happened last time he got this worn down and scared. 

He gave you a reluctant nod. You both ate quickly and despite it being 7:30 at night you got washed up and into bed. 

Anakin fell asleep quickly leaving you time to think about everything. The true power of the darkside was a mystery to you.  Having been Force resistant for the past 7 years, you felt particularly extra sensitive to it now. You could feel two sides of the force battling inside him, even as he slept the conflict radiated off of him. The pain still ate at his bones and his lungs were still struggling. Despite warring on him, the force was so strong it kept his body functional, making up for the gaps and the failings of his flesh. 

Just like everything else about Anakin Skywalker, this was something unheard of. Even when he wanted to die, even when his body was decaying, the force still pushed him forward.

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Summary: In the comfort of his relationship, Bob gets a bit excited when his girlfriend first admits she loves him and unknowingly convinces her to be hours late for work.

After an incident that causes her bed to break, Bob is mortified but still deals with the teasing he gets from his friends when they grab drinks at the Hard Deck later that day.

Tags:Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Breaking the Bed, Love Confessions, IKEA, Drinking

Music recommendation: Be My Baby by The Ronettes

Top Gun: Maverick, Robert "Bob" Floyd Masterlist - here

Previous chapter - Tense

A normal day started with an early morning for Bob. He'd always been a morning person. Always. Yet, these days he found it harder to get out of bed because that meant leaving behind his sleeping girlfriend.

"You're so mean, Lieutenant," Y/N whined, her voice sleepy and hoarse as he tried to sneak out of bed as quietly as possible. She'd woken to the sudden change of temperature. The furnace she'd been sleeping on had decided that going for a run at five in the morning was more appealing than keeping her warm. "Do you like it when I freeze to death? Am I doomed to catch hypothermia?" She pouted from under the blankets, reaching out to press her cool hands against his bare chest.

"You're so dramatic," he chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead.

"Well, I am cold."

Fully opening her eyes, she looked up through her lashes at him, giving him puppy dog eyes and grasping onto his hands to pull him closer. "R2 please..."

He rolled his eyes and gave in. How could he not when she looked at him that way? He was just a man, after all, and it would take a god's will to resist such a request.

With a faux annoyed huff, Bob got back into bed and was instantly squished as Y/N flopped her entire body on top of him. At first, he pretended to be rather nonchalant about the whole thing but when Y/N tucked her head into the crook of his neck, he couldn't keep up the facade any longer. His one hand rested on the midpoint of her spine while the other drummed a rhythm on her ass cheek.

"What song today?" She asked, and like usual, he decided to quietly sing along to his pats.

🎵The night we met I knew I needed you so

And if I had the chance I'd never let you go

So won't you say you love me?

I'll make you so proud of me

We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go🎵

"Oh baby," she cooed in reply, giggling and pressing soft kisses along his jawline.

🎵So won't you, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

His voice was low and gruff and he could feel her smile against his skin.

While he sang, Bob swayed them side to side as if he was rocking her back to sleep. Her droopy eyes were looking at him with such love and devotion he felt himself melt into a pile of gooey goo.

🎵I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see

For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three🎵

To go along with the song, he gave her three pecks. One on the forehead, then her nose, then finally, her lips. Her head came up from his neck to look up at him, her chin on her folded hands on his chest.

🎵Oh, since the day I saw you

I have been waiting for you

You know I will adore you 'til eternity🎵

All she could do was dreamily beam at him. His voice may not have been the most professional sounding, but damn she loved to listen to it. It was sweet, calming and made her want to stay wrapped up forever in his embrace.

🎵So won't you, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

Y/N often reminisced on their meeting. These last few months would've been very different if she'd turned him away when he asked in that incredibly shy voice of his, "Sorry, ma'am, am I too late?"

If she'd had said that he was, she'd never know what a WSO was, or the diner on the corner of Magnolia was sort of overpriced, or that that shy guy that interrupted her lunch break fucks like a machine and is the sweetest man she'd ever met.

🎵So come on and, please

Be my little baby?

Say you'll be my darlin'

Be my baby now🎵

This was definitely better than going for a run.

As he finished his tune, she buried herself into his neck again, snuggling as close as physically possible before sighing and saying, "Love you." And Bob was sure that this moment would be etched inside of his memory for eternity. Because this, right here, was everything.

But before he could say it back, she'd fallen asleep. Her soft snores echoing around the room and he smiled, closing his eyes and leaning his head back onto the pillow with a smug smile.

Honestly, he thought he would've been the first one to say it. Everyone knew how badly he was in love with Y/N. It was written in every inch of his being: in his smile, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed and the little flutter of excitement inside of him whenever she did something cute like this. When he looked at her, he felt like the luckiest guy alive.

And maybe he was, because she loved him back. That thought alone brought a small blush to his cheeks.

When her alarm clock went off a couple of hours later, she groaned at the loud noise. "Five more minutes," she mumbled, still half asleep and clinging onto him like a koala bear as she hit snooze, her face still pressed deeply into his neck.

Bob hadn't fallen back asleep. No, he stayed awake and had been running his hand through her hair as he watched her sleep, listening to the soothing sound of her breathing. He wasn't even thinking anymore; all his thoughts just floated aimlessly in his mind but he knew they all started with her name.

"Darlin, you gotta get up now," he whispered. With a loud groan, she pulled away from him, rested her head on her left arm and glared up at him with bleary eyes. He grinned. "Good morning, grumpy."

"I think we should quit our jobs and become hermits."

"We'd both go mad."

She yawned, stretching her arms above her head before rolling her shoulders and letting out a long deep breath. She blinked slowly, trying to wake up faster, and when that didn't seem to work, she sat up straight with a huff and pushed her tangled hair out of her face.

"Gimme a kiss," she demanded, and Bob obliged without hesitation, pressing a gentle kiss to her mouth. He broke the kiss and ran his hands through her hair, smoothing it down with a loving touch.

"Happier?"

"Much."

They shared another quick kiss before Y/N hopped off the bed and began putting on clothes. She was halfway through tying up the shirt of her uniform when Bob knelt on the mattress and slapped her hand away so he could do it for her.

As soon as the perfect bow had been completed, he smoothed any crinkles with gentle brushes of his palm and beamed up at her. "Beautiful as always," he complimented. Y/N grinned back and leaned down to kiss him once more, which gave him the perfect opportunity to mumble those three words against her lips. "I love you."

"I can't leave for work now. That would be a sin. Only an asshole would leave now."

Filled to the brim with happiness, she playfully pushed him until he hit the mattress. He landed on his back with a yelp of surprise, his eyes widening as she climbed on top of him and pinned him down. Admittedly, he was stronger than her and could break the grapple at any moment, but he was too entranced to even think of doing that.

A giggle escaped her throat as he stared up at her adoringly, a smirk tugging at his lips that she had to kiss away before he got too full of himself - which was unlikely, but she just wanted an excuse to kiss him (not that she needed one). Her fingers traced along his stubbled jaw, her nails lightly scratching against his warm skin.

"Baby, baby, baby... you're going to be late," Bob muttered breathlessly, pulling her hand away from his face and bringing her palm up to his lips. She hummed with slight annoyance, but soon got over it as she moved her lips to his neck and he became mush beneath her.

Against his skin, Y/N mumbled, "I'm the boss. I'll just tell Ramona to do my early morning sessions because I'm too busy showing my very hot boyfriend how much I love him," and realised that, yeah, she could do that. She would do that!

Rather abruptly, she sat up and leant to reach her phone on the bedside table as Bob stared dumbly in utter shock, his mind having yet processed that she was being serious. With a giddy expression on her face, Y/N quickly typed out a text and, as soon as it was done, threw her phone somewhere so she could get back to giving Bob her full attention.

"A bit shitty of me to do it over text but Ramona does have a tendency to yap on and on." She returned her focus to her boyfriend who was staring at her incredulously. "Now where were we, Lieutenant?"

Teasingly, Y/N ran her nails down his chest and stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and shivers in her wake, a goofy grin spreading across his handsome face. Then she lowered herself so she could kiss up his abs and declare her love after each peck she placed on his body, all the while her thumbs were drawing circles on his sides.

Although he usually liked taking the lead, he would be lying if he claimed that he didn't adore all the attention she gave him. In past relationships he'd always been the giver. Being the receiver used to make him feel selfish, but now, he enjoyed the feeling. This woman made him feel as though he was worth every ounce of affection and attention she bestowed upon him.

Between them, the worship was reciprocal. That never had happened before. For either of them.

He let out a small whimper as she continued to place feathery kisses up to his neck until she landed on his cheek and lingered there for a moment before pulling back to see how flushed he'd become. The simple answer was very flushed. His entire being practically glowed with the amount of love she lavished upon him.

"God help me," he whispered mostly to himself, grabbing at her waist and holding her tight. He never wanted this to end. "You don't understand how much I need you."

Smiling coyly, Y/N teased, "No. I don't. So why don't you show me then?"

With one swift motion, Bob flipped them over so that he was hovering over her, one hand supporting his weight as the other found its way into her underwear and started rubbing slow circles against her clit.

"I can't wait to be inside of you," he told her with such passion, such intensity, that he could have sworn her eyes darkened considerably before the same lightning bolt shot through him, burning itself deeper and hotter.

"Why wait?" She replied huskily, reaching up to cup his face in her hand and pulling him down into another searing kiss that was filled with longing and heat and passion and love. He was completely lost in her, addicted and unable to stop, that his body moved on autopilot to rid them of their remaining clothes.

Completely emotional and physically bare, Y/N moaned into his mouth as Bob slid his cock into her warm wetness, the feeling of it hitting her walls filling her with pure ecstasy and satisfaction. Yet, he didn't move. Instead, he held steady above her as their heavy breathing filled the air, their eyes locked together as she grabbed onto his shoulders for support, their noses nudging against each other's in a tender gesture.

Neither said a single word. Their bodies spoke louder than words ever could. There was no need to. They understood one another just fine.

The look in Bob's eyes had her heart melting. It was the kind of look that made her feel like she was the most important person in the world to him. The feeling only intensified when he bent down and gently kissed her cheek, murmuring sweet nothings to her softly, as if she were a delicate little flower petal ready to fall apart at a mere wind. His words were soft whispers, barely audible even in silence, his voice soft and hoarse, yet laced with meaning.

After what felt like forever and no time at all, Bob finally started to begin thrusting, deep, short movements that ensured that she was constantly filled by him. "Taking all of me so good..." he rasped, his grip around her waist tightening. "I'm so deep inside you right now, darlin'. You like being filled, huh?"

Y/N nodded eagerly, her legs wrapping around his hips. There was barely enough room between their bodies but she made sure they were pressed as close together as possible and she gripped tightly onto his upper biceps, squeezing her eyes shut.

"Talk to me, baby."

"Feel full, Bobby."

"Bobby?"

If she wasn't focused on how good she was feeling, she would've rolled her eyes. A good natured roll, but a roll nonetheless.

"Lieutenant. Feels good, so full, Lieutenant, please--"

"That's better. Now, you gotta open your eyes."

She did so, and found the image so jaw dropping hot that she was glad she did as he said. He looked gorgeous. Sweaty, messy hair, a flushed face, a satisfied smile that shone through despite the fact he was biting his lip trying to control himself, eyes dark with lust as he watched her reaction.

"So beautiful... pretty," she breathed out with a dreamy sigh, her fingers running through his curls as she admired every line of his face with utmost admiration. His cheeks flamed at the praise and her words, but she knew he loved it. As did she.

His smile widened and he began increasing the force of each thrust he took until both his hands had found purchase on the headboard, gripping it tight as he grunted, his brows furrowing as he tried desperately not to lose control before she did. His movements became deeper, yet not necessarily more rough, as if he was attempting to prolong the pleasure for her sake.

And oh, the pleasure was glorious. It seemed that nothing compared to feeling her lover's big cock filling her up to the hilt, stretching her walls and making her want more if that was even possible. Her back arched off of the bed in a desperate attempt to get closer to him.

"You feel so good wrapped around me, babe. You're so tight... I'm so glad, so fucking glad, that you stayed home. Stayed home so I can fuck your brains out," he groaned lowly, almost growling as he increased the speed of his strokes, his fingers digging into the headboard until...

Crack!

The wooden panel of the headboard cracked in two under Bob's grip. "Oh shit!" He gasped, his eyes widening in alarm as he stopped to inspect the damage he'd done to her bed. And now the bed had stopped moving, a panel below them also gave in and broke away, causing the structure of the entire frame to collapse. Y/N let out an amused yelp as the mattress dropped to the ground with a loud thunk.

Sorry to her neighbours.

Bob stared at her in shock for a moment, not quite comprehending what had just occurred. "We broke the bed? We really broke the damn bed?!" He exclaimed in bewilderment. "That's not a thing that actually happens. That's a porn thing."

Y/N couldn't contain herself. After the initial shock passed, she laughed with delight. He looked absolutely mortified and she thought it was adorable.

"Robert Francis Floyd, the bedbreaker!"

"I'm mortified."

Soothingly, she brought her hand to his spine and pulled him down to rest on top of her, her palm sliding along his bare back as she kissed his cheek over and over again, reassuring, "I needed to get a new one anyway, don't worry about it, my love."

"I'll go to IKEA while you're at work and I'll have it built by the time you get home. I promise."

"You're so good to me, Lieutenant."

"You're not mad? At all?" He asked her, genuinely surprised as he lifted his gaze to stare into her eyes once again. "You sure?"

Why would she be mad? It was an accident. The bed was old. And he had been making her feel so good beforehand. And it was hot. So, no. She wasn't mad. Not in the slightest.

Cradling his head in her hands, she pressed a quick kiss to his lips, before saying in a soft tone, "I'm sure." With a slight pout, she added playfully, "But to make it up to me, we could carry on with our activities, huh?"

His expression lit up immediately at that suggestion. She was right. The bed was already broken, but it still worked even though it was on the floor. It would be unfortunate to stop now.

To entice him even further - not that she needed to, just wanted to - Y/N breathed against his ear, "Later when they ask where I've been at work, I could explain how my big, tough Navy man is so strong that he broke our bed and continued pounding me until I came on his big, thick cock." She turned on her doe eyes and caressed his biceps before adding, "They'd be so jealous, Lieutenant."

"Baby..." Bob muttered as his cock throbbed painfully at her words. The effect she had on him was undeniable and without fail, she would always have his complete and undivided attention. "I was planning on making love to you, but if you want to get fucked, that's what is going to happen," he said with a grin, his fingers starting to explore the length of her thigh, his breath hot across her neck before continuing, "Do you want to get fucked?"

By the lust so clear on her face, he knew the answer was a resounding yes, yet he waited until she said her answer out loud. "Yes baby, want you, want it so badly."

Who was he to refuse?

Plus, he was close before everything came crashing down. So close. And, after everything they'd built up, they needed a release.

Without warning, he thrust all the way back into her, causing her to sharply inhale and bite her lower lip to suppress the scream of pleasure that threatened to escape from her mouth. This time, his strokes were faster and rougher, his fingers gripping her hip bone hard as he haphazardly sucked on her neck, claiming her in the most carnal manner possible.

He could hear her gasp, taste the saltiness of her sweat mixed with the sweetness of her desire. Every fibre of his body craved her so much, so deeply, that it felt like a burning pain. The heat was searing. The flames were licking at his insides, making him burn. It was torture. But it didn't matter. He wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and neither was Y/N.

"Look up at me," he demanded softly, wanting to look into her eyes. Then she did just that, looking up at him through hazy eyes, her cheeks flushed from pleasure, her lips swollen red from all the kisses she'd given. "Hi darlin."

"Hi baby."

Her face immediately softened and she leant into his hand as soon as he placed it upon her jawline, rubbing soothing circles with his thumb. And when her moans increased and her jaw dropped, he slid his thumb over her bottom lip until she took it into her mouth.

"That's my girl," he whispered to her, his voice low and hoarse because of how hard he was making her moan. "Let all those pretty, pretty noises come out. Let me feel it."

So, Y/N did exactly as she was told. She released every raw and needy and desperate noise out in the open, and Bob heard every single one with every single fibre of his being. They filled their whole room, reverberating loudly from walls and ceiling as it echoed around the space like the cries of a million angels crying out for salvation. For mercy, for peace and for love. For him.

"Darlin, I'm not going to last much longer..." His voice sounded strained, desperate, and utterly wrecked as he removed hand from her face to rub circles on her clit once more. She gasped at the sensation but then went completely slack in bliss, unable to resist the pleasurable feelings exploding inside her with every stroke he made. "Shit. Fuck. Yeah... god yes.. that feels amazing. Just. Oh my god."

If she told any of his friends that he had such a foul mouth, they'd never believe her.

Even the incoherent syllables he uttered when he came sounded as if they were supposed to be swear words. It felt like someone had opened a dam inside of him and allowed its contents to flood freely, spilling out of him as he rode her through ecstasy and satisfaction.

It wasn't long after he climaxed that his body collapsed onto her chest, his breathing heavy, his body limp. Y/N ran a loving hand through his hair, gently combing the strands away from his sweaty forehead, smiling at his

flushed state. It was a sight to behold and she loved it. He had this sexy side to him.

No one else got to see it but her. It was a privilege, really. One that only she could enjoy.

Once she went to open her mouth to speak, he playfully warned, "Don't say it," and rolled onto his side.

"Say what, R2?"

"Stop it."

"All I was -"

"No."

"Going to say -"

"Seriously."

" Is that R2D2 -"

"Y/N, you gotta stop saying this every time we have sex."

Smirking, she proudly announced, "R2D2 can fuck." Bob let out a groan, pressing his hands to his face, hiding the pink hue he was quickly turning. Y/N giggled at his antics and wrapped her arms tightly around his torso, bringing him closer so she could annoy him by placing loud "Mwah"'s all over his cheeks. He retaliated by pinching her thighs which only made her laughter grow louder.

Eventually, the teasing ended and the pair were left in comfortable silence, simply holding each other's hand and listening to the sound of their soft breathing. A peaceful moment between them that reminded both of them how blessed they both are. To have a life and share it with someone who loves and accepts them for who they truly are.

With a light sigh, Bob leaned over her and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "You're seriously late for work," he chuckled.

"I am."

Fine. Maybe it was time to get ready for work. Y/N got up with a groan and began getting changed again. Would you believe it? Bob pulled the same stunt again and tugged her forward so he could do up her shirt for her. As he kissed her, she said, "Don't," the moment she knew he was going to repeat past events. That would've ensured she'd never clock in.

Just as she was about to finally leave, he called out, "Love you!" and she rushed back to repeat it back to him and give him another kiss before making her way out of the door.

The rest of the day was normal. Nothing special. No major incidents or anything out of ordinary happened. The only exciting thing that happened at work was that Rooster had booked an appointment so Y/N got to catch up with him for a while.

"Yeah, I don't know if Bob has mentioned this, but we're all going to the Hard Deck for a few drinks and wondered if you two want to go. Hangman did put it in the group chat but I don't think Bob answered," Bradley explained as the session finished up.

"I'll ask him once I get home. He's at IKEA at the moment so he'll be AWOL for the next couple of hours. It's his second home, I think."

"Ah, looking for something nice?"

"A bed."

Bradley raised an eyebrow at her.

"Mine broke."

Rooster snorted.

"Bobby-boy, what a stud!"

When she arrived home, Y/N found Bob on the floor of her bedroom surrounded by planks of wood, sheets of instruction paper and wayward screws. At one point, he must've got frustrated and taken his glasses off because they were delicately placed on the bedside table. She huffed out a laugh and lifted a plank off his chest to find that he'd taken a nap like that. "Bob. Bobby. Bobert. Robert...Robby? Hey baby, wake up," she said with a chuckle as she nudged him.

"Did you just call me Robby?"

"Sure did. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable." She held her hand out to pull him to his feet, leading him towards the sofa. "Can't read Swedish, huh?"

"Sure can't."

Gently tugging at the bottom of his shirt, she said, "Off. Then face down," and he was quick to oblige, revealing his naked upper body and slumped down onto the cushions in seconds flat with a smug smile. He knew what was about to happen. Y/N was gone for a minute then returned with a towel and some oil in her hand. Kneeling on the ground beside him, she kissed his nose before getting to work massaging the oil into his body, her tongue trapped between her teeth in concentration as she pampered him with attention, caressing his shoulders and sides, smoothing out the tension in his muscles. Her hands glided down his skin, feeling every curve, every dip, every muscle of his back as she worked her magic.

Free massages were the best, Bob knew that for a fact now. Her hands were always on him, and he only had to give her a look - one with wide eyes and a slight nodding of his head towards the point of tension - and she was soothing his aches without another word spoken. He was spoiled enough that sometimes, like now, he didn't even need to give her a look.

Sometimes her fingertips seemed to know what he wanted before the words actually fell from his lips. Which was nice. Really nice.

And definitely very useful whenever he was working. He'd come home after a tiring day on base and her presence would make him emotionally feel better, but they'd developed a habit of talking to each other as she was getting the knots out of his shoulders and neck.

Often, she'd stand behind the sofa and be working on his muscles as he found something to watch during dinner time. She'd be giving him little kisses on his neck, his shoulder blades and the small nape of his neck to distract him and prolong the interaction for as long as she could.

"Rooster mentioned during his session that you weren't responding to the group chat," she spoke, her hands continuing to massage his shoulders as she slowly worked out the knots underneath her fingers. "Was IKEA too distracting?"

"They have everything in there!" he exclaimed excitedly, allowing himself to relax on the sofa and sink further into the cushions until they practically moulded to his form. He let out a contented sigh and closed his eyes.

"Well, they're going to the Hard Deck and were wondering if we wanted to go too. I wanna see Nat so I'm making the executive decision."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Once the massage was done, she towelled all the oil off and straddled his butt, giving him a gentle slap on his bum before he turned to face her. She smirked at the fake shocked expression on his face, and leaned down, placing her lips against his in a soft kiss that lingered for a few moments before pulling away to admire his gorgeous, relaxed face.

Then, a certain expression crept onto his face, one she didn't see often but always felt a rush of bashfulness whenever she saw it. Cockily grinning, he looked up at her, teasing, "We're your coworkers jealous of your big, tough Navy man and his big, thick cock?" and was more than happy that her cheeks instantly reddened and buried her face in his chest.

She didn't say a word, merely mumbling incoherent words into his skin, trying to hide her embarrassed face. "I hate you," she said quietly, still not taking her head off him. He laughed at her cute action and ran his fingers through her locks softly.

"I love you too babe." He gave her a quick slap on her ass, as if she was a horse he was telling to giddy up. "Gonna take a shower before we go out. You joining me?"

"Be my big, tough Navy man and carry me there?"

He rolled his eyes good naturedly, but did it anyway, picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder. As he walked to the bathroom, he made sure to playfully spank her so the house was filled with hysterical giggling.

The pair made it to the Hard Deck only five or so minutes later than they originally said they would. Bob hated being late, he really did. Yet, it was his fault as he'd gotten a little carried away when Y/N was trying to put her earrings in but was getting distracted by Bob's lips on her neck instead. She had to hurriedly conceal the brand new hickey that he'd just created on her pulse point.

"Is it noticeable?" Y/N asked as they got out of the car to enter the building.

Honestly, she'd done a pretty good job at covering it. A bit of a pinkish shade poked through, but nothing too noticeable or suspicious as far as everyone else in the bar was concerned.

"No one will know a thing," Bob replied, taking hold of her hand and interlocking their fingers together. As if to reassure her of its noticeability, his thumb swiped across her knuckle in a calming manner.

Hangman was the first that Bob saw upon entering the bar. He nodded hello to Bob, then upon seeing Y/N, made sure to wiggle his fingers at her when he waved. While everyone knew Jake had once called Y/N the 'super hot woman with magic hands', they knew he only did this kind of shit to mess with Bob.

Bob knew that. Y/N did not.

Waving back, Y/N gave Hangman a polite smile and pulled Bob towards his friends. Phoenix immediately ushered Y/N to sit beside her so they could catch up while Bob went off to play pool with Rooster.

"Bradshaw told me he saw you earlier today," Phoenix began, turning to talk like it was a secret. "Said something about IKEA."

At her words, Y/N looked over at Bob to see that he was completely red, clearly going through the same conversation with Bradley. Her boyfriend made eye contact with her and mouthed, "You told him?"

Y/N shrugged. "Sorry baby."

Phoenix let out a bark of laughter and bumped her shoulder into Y/N's. "Didn't know Floyd had it in him."

"You'd be surprised."

"Oh?"

"He's not so shy at home."

Natasha grinned, took a swig of her beer, took one last look at how pink Bob's ears were and changed the subject. The private life of her backseater was something she'd always love teasing him about but, because he'd become a brother to her, she didn't want to hear all the scandalous details.

One game of pool turned into two, three...however many and the other guys wouldn't drop it. The moment Hangman found out, Jake crowned Bob as 'The Bedbreaker' and the other guys soon joined in on the nickname. Frankly, Bob was a little scared that the moniker would be replacing his callsign soon.

It wasn't as if he couldn't handle them calling him a Bedbreaker; hell, a part of him loved it. Sweet, innocent looking Floyd was getting recognition for not being those things. He was the guy who got laid, got laid so hard that he broke a bed. That's a manly thing to be known for.

Another - more prominent - part of him, hated it. He tried to deny it and laugh it off, but they kept saying. It made him feel a little guilty since it was a look into his and his girlfriend's sex life, and that wasn't a gentlemanly thing to speak about with your friends. No matter how hot it had been.

If his mother found out, he'd not only be mortified about the fact that his mother knew in the first place, but she'd definitely whoop his ass for the information being out in public.

Admittedly, it was Y/N's fault that it was known. Yet he still felt bad.

Drinks in hand, the girls joined the guys at the pool table and handed everyone their usual orders. Y/N slipped Bob's beer into his hand and was rewarded with a kiss on the temple as he wrapped a protective arm around her waist and held her close.

With Y/N by his side, it was easier to take the teasing. She could brush it off. She could take the joke and run with it. And if it was particularly raunchy, she'd answer with a smug, "No comment" and let the mystery continue to grow.

Some of the civilians had clearly been waiting for the pool table for most of the night, so the Dagger Squad finally gave them what they wanted and retreated to a booth.

"It's a bit of a squish," Fanboy pointed out, moving closer towards the centre seat and bumping his elbow into Coyote's gut.

Mostly everyone managed to squash themselves in. Rooster and Bob were on the outside of the U, so Y/N teasingly posed, "I'll sit on Bob. Hangman, I'm sure you'd love to sit on Rooster."

"Hey now-"

"Oh, don't start," Rooster said, cutting him off with a chuckle. Dramatically, Brad opened his arms wide for Jake - and with a snort and a small push from Y/N - he reluctantly accepted the offer.

After a brief, uncomfortable silence, Jake complimented (although the tone he used made it sound like a complaint), "You actually have very comfortable thighs. I mean it."

"Thanks bud."

As Y/N interacted with his friends, Bob couldn't help but beam up at her with pride. His heart swelled so much he thought it might pop out of his chest in a burst of happiness. He was so incredibly happy that she was here and fit so easily into the group dynamic. He couldn't remember feeling like this in any other relationship.

She'd come into his life so suddenly, but she seemed to fit perfectly. So natural, so easy going, so warm, and he couldn't help but appreciate everything about her.

He was drawn from his thoughts by Y/N twirling the hair at the nape of his neck between her fingers. The action caused his mind to flutter. He momentarily lost all sense of social awareness and let out a giggle before shaking himself out of it. He cleared his throat to regain himself.

Luckily, only Y/N heard it.

Leaning closer to his ear, she asked, "What are you smiling about?"

"Just enjoying the moment," he answered with an impish grin, running his hand up and down her bare arm.

Y/N smirked, "I think you were staring at me." She wiggled her fingers before poking his ribs, causing him to flinch at the sudden intrusion.

"Maybe I was. I like looking at your pretty face."

Smiling sweetly, Y/N shook her head and leaned in closer to him until he met her half way to kiss her on the nose. They shared a laugh at the childish display of affection before falling silent again.

"I'm gonna barf that was so cute," Coyote jeered sarcastically after a couple of seconds, making both Y/N and Bobby break out into laughter. Embarrassed laughter, but laughter all the same.

"Jake and Brad did the same thing two minutes ago -"

"We did not!"

"Bobby, they totally did. Didn't they?" Y/N urged with an evil smile, giving her boyfriend a wink to go along with it.

What was Bob going to do? Appease his girlfriend while teasing Hangman and Rooster at the same time? Or let the joke fall flat? His choice was easy.

"I saw it too. Where do you think I got the idea from? I learn all my moves from watching you guys."

Going with it too, Phoenix added, "I saw it too, I really did."

Soon, all of the other aviators joined in on the ribbing. Some of the jokes, most of which weren't even funny anymore, got big laughs and as a collective they'd managed to come up with a beat by beat version of how the pair finally overcame their struggles to become the Navy's most prestigious gay couple.

"Who would bottom?" Nat posed and everyone gave a suspicious glance at the two.

"Guys, do you even have to think about it?" Jake, who had given up trying to fight the joke at this point, playfully grimaced and gestured his thumb towards Brad.

"You would, asshole," Brad retorted, slapping Hangman's finger away.

"I would not."

"You would. And you'd be a bratty fucking bottom, I know that much."

Payback cheered, "All in favour of naming Hangman a bratty bottom, say aye," and raised his beer bottle. And everyone but Jake raised their drinks in agreement, so he gave in and raised his too.

"Fuck you guys."

To apologise for the teasing, Y/N promised to buy both guys a drink. Hangman came along to help her carry the bottles, not before winking at Bob to try and piss him off a bit, and leant on the bar as they waited.

"You're good for him, y'know. For Bedbreaker."

Jake had said it so softly that she'd almost didn't recognise his voice. But the fondness behind the words had been unmistakable. She smiled and nudged him with her shoulder.

"You think?"

"I know. When I first met Bobby-boy, he never joined in on the borderline offensive jokes we tell." His fingers tapped against the wood. "Don't tell him this, I'll kill you if you do, but he's kind of all I want to be in life. Funny, smart, kind, got a great girl, good job that he's great, probably the best, at - again, I'll murder you if you say one word of this."

She chuckled, but didn't say anything. She just waited for him to say what he needed to.

"It's nice. To see him happy like that. You get what I mean? Like when he looks at you, Y/N, you could see it in his eyes. It's not just love, you know? Pure unbridled affection, adoration, devotion. Whatever you want to fucking call it, it's real deep and real genuine... and reciprocated because you look at him in the exact same way."

A shy, small giggle graced her lips at the thought. She glanced over at Bob sitting at their table who was laughing at something Nat had said, before turning back to Jake.

Hangman gave her a smile, a real, genuine smile - a rare sight - before continuing, "I can see the white picket fence already. While you're buying a cat or pushing out a baby, I'll still be... leaving people hanging."

His eyes darkened with self loathing for a brief moment before he pulled himself and put that fake smirk of his back on as Penny returned with their drinks.

"You're a handsome guy, funny too, and if you were as open with any of your partners as you were just then, you'd get that white picket fence too," Y/N reassured him and began to walk away, only to look over her shoulder and add, "I do think you and Rooster would make a cute couple. I wasn't joking about that part."

Returning, Y/N took her place on Bob's lap and wrapped her arms around him and rested her chin on his shoulder. He looked at her questioningly. "You're tired aren't you?"

"Mmmhmmm. A little bit."

Bob gently squeezed Y/N's side before whispering into her ear, "Wanna go?" but she shook her head.

Rooster offered his lap again to Hangman to sit on, to which Hangman obliged with a smile and slipped onto Brad's thighs with surprising ease. This time he ensured he let himself relax into it without any awkwardness or hesitation. He even slid his arm around Bradley's shoulders because "It's more comfortable that way, bro."

The rest of the night went smoothly after that. Despite how tired she felt, Y/N felt herself nodding off. The alcohol and how warm Bob was just really made her eyes want to close. The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath her was as intoxicating as the booze. It wasn't long before she'd fallen asleep in the crook of his neck.

So, Bob let her sleep there. In peace. He curled her even further into him and carried on with his conversations, albeit they'd become a little less rambunctious in an effort to not wake her, but they also started to dwindle out as the others slowly decided they should leave.

First to go was Fanboy as he said he'd some campaign planning for his DnD group to do and wanted an early morning to make sure it all got done. They all called him a nerd as he was awkwardly stepping over people to get out of the booth.

Payback's girlfriend wanted to facetime him before she went to bed so he left to go talk to her.

Harvard, Halo and Fritz all craved McDonald's after a couple of beers so they went to buy as many chicken nuggets as they could.

Phoenix had a lunch date with a girl she met at the gym so she wanted to ensure she had enough beauty sleep to woo that babe.

Coyote didn't want to be fifth wheeling.

"Hey darlin," Bob cooed as he ran his finger across Y/N's cheek to wake her up. Her eyes fluttered open and smiled at him sleepily. "Do you want me to carry you to the car or can you walk?"

"I can walk."

With a yawn, Y/N got to her feet, wobbling ever so slightly before righting herself and grabbing hold of his bicep tightly. Before leaving, she ruffled Jake's hair - who still hadn't got off Bradley despite the fact there was space for him to sit now - and called back, "See you later, lovebirds. Sorry I fell asleep."

Managing to stay awake on the journey home, Y/N kept kissing Bob's cheek, short and chaste pecks that were sloppy due to how tired she was, in an effort to keep her eyes open until they got back to her apartment.

"Up," Bob demanded as soon as they made it through the front door and lifted her into his arms. Her legs were around his waist in no time and her nose pressed against his cheek as he walked into the bedroom. "Shit."

All over the floor were the screws and planks of the unassembled bed.

"We'll have to sleep on the couch, is that okay?" he asked but didn't get a response. She'd already drifted back off.

Once he'd found the blanket that usually lay at the bottom of their bed, Bob lowered her to the sofa. He'd intended to get Y/N situated then go and get changed, yet she was still holding onto him so tightly, he wouldn't have been able to escape. It would've been evil, totally sinful to detach himself from her.

Instead, he gave in and let her drag him down to the cushions too and pulled her as far into him as possible as he lay beside her. At first, he tried kicking the blanket over both of their feet but it was no use. They were entangled enough that neither of them would get cold.

"Love you, my baby," he whispered and gave her a kiss on the forehead before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

#bob floyd x female reader #bob floyd x reader #robert bob floyd #bob fucks #bob floyd #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction

[andrastesgrace]

Mara Jade + tooka cats

There are two Luke Skywalkers.

The farmboy-turned-flyboy in him is a crack shot, can diagnose a problem with her ship faster than any mechanic in the core, and is wickedly funny, when he wants to be. When he remembers he can be.

The Jedi, though - the one who is allergic to colors and smiling, the one who has apparently forgotten that he isn't even thirty years old yet - is a gifted mediator, a skilled warrior, and much to Mara's eternal annoyance, usually right.

He's also a little shit. She'd almost jumped out of her skin last week in her Coruscant docking bay when he just. Appeared. Behind her. Wearing that stupid passive expression and looking at her expectantly, as though she shouldn't have sworn in three languages and nearly sliced him in half with his own father's lightsaber.

"If only someone were willing to train you," he said with a completely straight face. "You might've seen that coming."

Mara called him a bastard, then, and he grinned. She threw a spanner at his head for good measure, but he just stepped aside and asked her if she was hungry.

They ate ribenes from a cart in the lower city, and didn't talk about his thinly veiled request.

He asks less, now, and she's not sure if she's relieved or disappointed. Since the beginning, he's always asked, even back when she wasn't sure if she still wanted to kill him or not. But now, as then, she's wary. Not of him, not really. She's run through every scenario in her head, and she doesn't really think he'd ever truly become a danger. But he also doesn't want to listen to her, either, when she suggests that perhaps, some Jedi teachings of the past should stay in the past.

Deep down, there's something that makes her uncomfortable about the way he can just. Switch off his entire personality like the press of a button. He would never hurt her, but sometimes he isn't him.

So instead of becoming his student, she devotes her time to becoming a pain in his ass. Annoying him is the quickest way to shake him out of it. At first it's just little things - mispronouncing the names of famous podracers, putting pepper in his tea, and once, conspiring with R2-D2 to play nothing but Nemoidian showtunes everywhere he went.

"You're doing this on purpose," he says blithely one afternoon, and she looks at him with an innocent. "Who me?" in her expression. After a while, she needs more ammunition. She means to ask Solo, but when she hunts down the office he never uses in the New Republic's shiny new military complex, Leia is there instead. "Tooka cats," says Leia after she explains her mission.

"Tooka cats?" "He can't even look at them without laughing," The corners of her lips turn up in a half-smile. "Something about the eyes." *** "Are you proud of yourself?" he says when she sees him later, the grin still lingering in his eyes as he lets himself onto the Jade's Fire.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She does. She watched it on the holos, the emergency channel on his datapad pinging as he stood in the background of some very important New Republic something-or-other. The first time, he managed to keep a straight face, but only just. But she didn't just have one. She wasn't an amateur. All in all, she sent him about thirty of the most ridiculous pictures of tooka cats that she could possibly find. They were naturally funny looking creatures - a little too creepy for her taste, with their beady eyes and claws, but something about them made Skywalker take one look at them and forget he was a Jedi at all. The sight of him bursting into giggles on live broadcast while Mon Mothma was trying to give a Very Important Speech is going to keep her going for *years.*

"You're a menace," he says, dropping down next to her where she's examining her ship's tractor beam manifold. Thing's been malfunctioning for months.

"I'm a delight."

Skywalker is quiet for a moment. His bright blue eyes catch on the faulty wiring she's been attempting to finagle into working order since she landed here, and he absently grabs a spanner and begins tinkering.

This close, she doesn't have to reach to feel the shifting current of his emotions. "You are," he says softly. A few twists of his hand and a couple of button presses, and the tractor beam's diagnostics panel is all green. Showoff. "I wish you'd let me train you," he says finally, setting the spanner down beside him. There are no accusation in the words, but she feels the lingering merriment in the Force give way to a dull loneliness. Mara knows why he keeps asking, and it's not because she's any great Jedi talent. She's...fine at it, she supposes, but Skywalker is asking for one thing when he needs another. "I'd be an awful student," she says finally, bumping her shoulder with his, and he gives her his own version of Leia's half-smile . "But I guess I should probably make sure you aren't dead from time to time." He chuckles, and shakes his head. "Yeah, you're my best friend, too."

#fanfic #Star Wars #Star Wars fanfic #Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade #luke/mara #mara jade #as it turns out #more than 20 years later #I am still LukexMara trash

[teecupangel]

Hi, so I was rewatching Code Geass (I hope you know it? I assume you do, you seem to know everything) and it occured to me that Geass powers are very similar to PoE powers, so... what if instead of Apples there were Code Bearers (hopefully in some kind of stasis for a good portion of history)?

Because I would really like Eve to run around Renaissanse Italy (although she probably wouldn't mention just who she is before the Vault) and because Altair is absolutely the type to fully develop a Geass.

...yes, also because it would be funny if Desmond became immortal instead of dying.

I wanted to say that I don’t know everything, sometimes I check the wiki or tvtropes to help me get a grasp of the ask but, funnily enough, I do know Code Geass. Code Geass is one of the animes I watched when it first aired in Japan then rewatched the English dub to see how different it is (the English dub is so good, getting Johnny Yong Bosch as Lelouch was such a top-tier choice). I should note that I only watched the two seasons and I could sorta remember the dating sim game, I didn’t watch the movies or Akito the Exiled. Oh, and I can barely remember Nightmare of Nunnally manga even though I did read a few chapters of it XD

In other words, we’re focusing on what was revealed in R2 about Code Bearers for this one XD

Now, let’s change it a bit. The Code Bearers are the Isus’ greatest achievement. They were meant to be the shepherds of the Isus’ slaves.

But Minerva screwed that up, giving them a sense of ‘self’.

To be companions.

But it was because of their sense of self that they grew to like the company of humans more than their masters.

And they revolted, using the very power granted to them by the Isus to ‘bless’ specific humans that led the charge.

The Isu-human war was not even between the Isus and the humans but between the Isus and the Code Bearers, hiding in the shadows and using the humans as their puppets, granting power to those that would later be known as Geass users.

Minerva had been spared from a death sentence by the very Code Bearer she had given a sense of ‘self’ to.

Her daughter…

Eve.

The Isus were killed. Those who were left alive were exiled or imprisoned, left to die a slow death.

Then…

The humans revolted.

Against the Geass users and their Code Bearers.

Minerva does not know why.

Perhaps one of users or the bearers had used their power selfishly.

Perhaps it is simply the nature of being with enough intelligence such as Isus, humans, and Code Bearers to turn against what they believe to be controlling them.

Minerva had been too busy…

Creating the last Code Bearer.

Her son.

The one that shall gift the most powerful Geass of all.

The Geass to control the very fabric of time.

.

The Code Bearers have dwindled in sizes and they have grown to distrust one another, believing that one of them or one of the Geass users they have gifted with the power of the Geass had betrayed them which led to the ‘witch hunts’.

This is why the Code Bearers try their best to remain in seclusion and to not change the trajectory of humanity.

Until…

Eve found Minerva’s final resting place.

An underground laboratory, half-destroyed thanks to an earthquake.

And that’s when she learned of her ‘little brother’, Minerva’s final Code Bearer.

Desmond.

And Eve sets out to find him.

.

Unknown to him…

Desmond isn’t exactly the typical Code Bearer.

Because Minerva figured the best way to create a Code Bearer that will not fall victim to the corrupting influence of their immortality and power is to change a human into a Code Bearer.

A human that had willingly sacrificed his life to save the world before.

So Minerva tweaked the timeline and captured Desmond Miles’ consciousness a second before his death and transferred it to the Code Bearer body she had prepared.

Desmond has no idea what Code Bearers are. He does know what a Geass is, the Assassins and Templars have been searching for Geass users for centuries.

He also know…

That the man who gave Altaïr his Geass was a man that looked too similar to him to be a coincidence.

A man…

… who looked exactly like Desmond.

(That’s right, this is going to be a closed loop where the Code Bearer who gave Altaïr his Geass is actually Desmond himself, having been given a Code Bearer body. Considering it’s Altaïr, it’s highly possible that he would even upgrade from being a Geass user to being a Code Bearer but there has only been one human to have ever done that… Eve’s Geass user… Adam… who disappeared a few weeks before the witch hunts begins)

#so i focused on the setup XD #but this can totally be set during renaissance italy #and ezio meets altaïr and desmond who help him save his family #and desmond grants him a geass #while eve is trying to keep a low profile #while looking for her ‘younger brother’ #the templars’ ‘father of understanding’ #could have been a geass user or a code bearer #it would be funny if it was adam though XD #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #desmond miles #minerva assassin's creed #eve assassin's creed

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Home ; Anakin Skywalker

@ Anakin Skywalker × Female!Reader

Summary: Reader runs away from home because of her parents' mental abuse, Anakin receives her.

Warning: Mental Abuse

Tags: Comfort, Confessions, Friends to Lovers

You can also read it in AO3!

Walking along the street, it looked like the sky was about to fall, the storm was strong, and your wet clothes made it difficult to advance. Some people were running under the rain, and others hid under the roof; you walked, how fast you were able. 

You were mentally tired, and even if you were freezing, it was so much better than staying in your parent's house. You knew the way to your comfort, to the person who could make you safe, and loved. At the end of the street, a little blue house highlighted among the others, your hands shaking, and your wet eyes weren't a barrier to knock on the door; at first, with a soft punch, but when no one answered, your desperation took control under your decisions. You heard the steps coming, and tried to straighten your hair; the door opened, letting you see him. 

Anakin was startled, his clothes were dirty and his face was stained with dust, but you were worse off. Your wet hair, red nose and eyes worried him immediately, wrapping his arms around and pulling you inside. 

“ Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how dangerous it is going out with this storm?” Anakin took off one of his clothes to cover you, his voice sounded like he was furious, you were aware that he was worried; he was always worried about you, and you also wanted to do something for him, but he never came to you to ask for a favour. His hands attempted to share some warmth, your skin was cold and the wet clothes did not help. 

“I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go'' Hearing your whisper, made Anakin understand. You didn't mean to put yourself in danger, you just wanted to escape. Anakin was aware of the problem that your parents represented, instead of being responsible for their own mistakes, they chose to responsibilize you for that. Mentally abusing you, every time they were stressed. 

He lent you some clothes, they were too big for you but the fabric was soft and a faint whiff of Anakin’s perfume, which instantly made you feel safe. R2D2 was there, next to you, you posed your hand on the top of his head. 

“Hi, R2” he made some happy robotic sounds causing your smile. Anakin entered the room checking if you were more calm than before, you noticed him and without stopping yourself you called him. Right away, your ears blushed. 

“ Sorry, I was just… Are you feeling better now? ” It was the first time that Anakin looked like this, shy or at least that was how you saw him. He wasn't shy, he was trying to hide his anger, his frustration for not being able to protect you from your parents. 

“ Yes, thank you for the clothes” you replied, settling down to get out of the bed. With a smile "Did I surprise you?”

Anakin leaned against the door frame.

“ A lot, actually. But I'm glad you came here” If you were close to him, he knew that he could protect you. “Is there something you want to eat?” 

Standing up you smiled kindly, Anakin's house was beautiful, it was comfortable but most of all it had Anakin in it; however no matter how kind he is, you could not abuse his time and space. 

“No, I think I should go to my house” The abuse of your parents, their words were strong, but that shouldn't mean that you should simply carry away yourself for your desires. You passed by his side. “ I will send you back these clothes, probably tomorrow after work. Sorry for annoying your evening”

“Annoying?” Anakin laughed stunned. “If I tell you I don't find you annoying, would you stay for dinner?”

You giggled nervously, his touch on your wrist and his words were a clarifying factor as to why your heart was beating so fast. You knew you were useless, that your feelings for Anakin were something that you could not allow yourself, that you should try harder for being enough. 

“ Anakin, really, I'm glad but-” 

“ If you’re glad, you should thank me accepting my proposing” 

Anakin was asking you for something, and you couldn't handle saying no to him. You were good at cooking, so you offered to do it, but Anakin was very persistent with the idea of him cooking. You and R2D2, were not convinced as much as him, promising to keep an eye on him, the result was good, and a much tastier meal than you had thought was served.

“ What did they say this time?” Suddenly Anakin asked in the silence of the dinner, since you didn't understand, he added “I mean, your parents, what did they say? “

“ Uh, nothing, they were angry and we fought” Trying to sound like you were fine, your eyes didn't direct towards him. 

“You fought…?” Anakin asked before fakely smiling. “If they are insulting, it's not a fight. Its abuse ”

Stupid, dumb bitch, useless, you're only a problem. 

“ No… I don't think it's like that” you murmured trying to convince yourself. You were aware that your parents weren't the best, or even kind. You felt hurt, unfortunately they were your parents, and no matter how much pain they do to you, hating them was so much harder than anyone could imagine. 

“ You don't deserve to be treated like this” Anakin affirmed with the confidence that you didn't have.  Anakin grabbed your hand, gently touching it. “Not even for your parents” 

His voice was sweet, giving you chills, your heart was weak. 

“ Anakin, you're kind and I don't deserve-” 

“ T/n don't even dare to say that, you're fantastic” Anakin breathed, he needed to ask for it “Stay this night” 

You didn't pretend to misunderstand his words. 

“ I like you, and I want to stay with you, I want to protect you” He added.

Maybe, there was nothing to misunderstand. He kneels down in front of you.  “Ani…” you were out of breath. “ I like you too ”

OKAY I made so much mistakes, remember spanish is my first language and im just learning english.

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[just-dreaming-marvel]

The Bond Between Us ~ 20

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 3,030ish

Summary: Back on Coruscant, Satine continues to need Obi-Wan’s help.

Notes: I have mixed feelings about this chapter…. Yet, here I’ve posted it.

Yoda was meditating when he felt the shift. There was a brightness in the Force, a hope, that hadn’t been there in a very long time. As he further investigated, the great Jedi Master came to the conclusion that it was you and Obi-Wan who had done something to cause it. The Force just wouldn’t allow him to see what, no matter how he tried to go about it. He eventually let it be, content to revel in the hope that was flourishing in the Force. Yoda knew that the war was not close to being over, but this allowed him to believe that whatever bond you and Obi-Wan shared was for the good of the Force. For the good of all. 

~~~

You felt like you were floating as you went around helping the ship get cleaned up. Obi-Wan had confessed his feelings for you and you had done the same. You were having a hard time believing that what had happened wasn’t a dream. Before you had parted, he promised that the two of you would talk again once the Duchess was safely on Coruscant and kissed you once again.

When the ship finally docked, Chancellor Palpatine and his guards were waiting for the Duchess and the rest of you. You knew of Anakin’s closeness with the Chancellor and how fond they both seemed of each other. You personally didn’t like the Chancellor, something about him felt off. Felt dark. You had tried to warn Anakin once, but he insisted that the Chancellor was a good man and that you needed to get to know him better.

You, Obi-Wan, Anakin, and R2D2 led the group off of the ship. The clones were behind you, spreading out to survey the area just in case. Obi-Wan led the way, heading straight for the Chancellor.

“A job well done, Master Jedi,” the Chancellor congratulated.

“Thank you, Chancellor,” Obi-Wan responded with a bow.

“Your Excellency,” Anakin greeted with a bow, him and Obi-Wan moving off to the side.

“My, Y/N, it has been too long,” the Chancellor commented.

“It has, Your Excellency,” you replied, bowing.

“Your skills and power have made you quite the General and Jedi Knight. The Republic is lucky to have you on their side.”

“Thank you.”

You moved to stand beside Obi-Wan and Anakin, watching as the Senators exited the ship. They came up to the Chancellor who immediately guided them over to his transport. The Duchess, exiting last, came straight up to you Jedi. You hated how you still felt a tinge of jealousy, though Obi-Wan had confirmed his feelings were for you.

“How ironic to meet again only to find we’re on opposing sides,” Satine told Obi-Wan.

“The needs of your people are all that matter,” Obi-Wan said. “they couldn’t be in better hands with you to guide their future.”

“Kind words indeed from a mindful and committed Jedi.” Satine stepped closer. “And yet…”

“What?”

“I’m still not sure about the beard.” 

She lifted her hand up and ran her fingers down Obi-Wan’s bearded chin before resting her hand against the side of his face. You tensed from beside you. Obi-Wan immediately sent his signature off to comfort you, reassuring you that Satine was no longer the object of his affections.

“Why? “ Obi-Wan questioned, now slightly fearing that you disagreed with the beard as well. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It hides too much of your handsome face,” Satine said before heading toward the Chancellor’s transport.

Anakin chuckled. “What was that all about?” He asked.

“Nothing,” Obi-Wan said.

“Right.”

“Not that this hasn’t been fun, boys,” you said. “But I’m tired and would like to go to the Jedi Temple now.”

“I will catch up with you later. R2 and I have some errands to run.”

“Errands?” Obi-Wan repeated his brows furrowing. “Since when do you run errands?”

You knew what Anakin meant, he was going to go see Padme. You playfully nudged Obi-Wan, really just wanting to touch him. “Leave him alone, Obi-Wan,” you said. “Have fun, Ani.” You waved at him as he and R2 headed to his speeder.

“I still don’t believe he’s going on errands,” Obi-Wan grumbled as he followed you to another speeder.

“It’s better than us having to make an excuse. You still up for talking?” You hopped into the passenger seat as Obi-Wan sat in the driver's seat.

“Of course, my dear.”

That term of endearment made you catch your lip between your teeth and look away from Obi-Wan as he piloted the two of you toward the Jedi Temple. Obi-Wan kept glancing over at you, having a hard time believing that you reciprocated his feelings. You could feel what was going on inside him and sent your signature over to him, the tension melting off his shoulders. When you arrived at the Temple, Master Yoda was there to greet you.

“Master Yoda,” you greeted, you and Obi-Wan bowing respectfully.

“Heard about what happened, I did,” Yoda said. “Glad you are both alright.”

“I still worry about the Duchess,” Obi-Wan admitted. “I am afraid that Death Watch will stop at nothing to kill her.”

“Agree with you, I do. Watch over her carefully the two of you must.”

“Yes, Master.”

“If it is alright with you, Master, I would like to head to my quarters for a while,” you said. “It has been too long since I’ve been able to rest.”

“Yes, rest you two must,” Yoda agreed. “Speak to you both later, I will.”

You and Obi-Wan bowed before leaving Yoda in his place. Yoda watched the two of you walk away. He could physically feel the change in the Force around you two. It made him even more curious as to what had happened on this assignment. Obi-Wan and yourself walked in silence to your quarters. Once the door was safely shut, Obi-Wan asked the question that was burning in both of your minds.

“Do you think Master Yoda knows?” 

“I don’t know,” you responded with a shake of your head. “I would like to believe that if he did, he would have taken us to the Council chambers to talk about it.”

“Are we crazy for doing this? Breaking the Jedi Code?”

You took his hands in yours. “I can’t answer that… all I know is that I have never felt just strength in my life than when I’m with you. And I know that it doesn’t come from a dark place.”

“Me too… we must be careful.”

One of your hands went up to his cheek. “We will be.”

You both met each other in the middle for another kiss. The kisses were never too long, but they were sweet and full of love.

“You need your rest, little star,” Obi-Wan whispered, studying your tired face as you pulled apart. 

“As do you,” you whispered back, raking your fingers through his beard.

“Don’t pretend that you weren’t limping when I first saw you. You went from a battle straight to help me. You need to rest.”

“And what will you be doing?”

Obi-Wan sighed. “I am going to watch Satine plead her case in the Senate.”

“Oh.” Your hand dropped to your side as your head hung.

“Little star.” Obi-Wan gently held your head and guided your face back up to look at his. “You need not be afraid. My feelings for Satine are no more than friendship. I only have deep feelings for you.”

“You are not really the one I’m concerned about. The Duchess clearly still feels strongly about you and she brings something out of you.”

He pulled you in for a light kiss. “I promise that I will be careful.”

~~~

You were well asleep when the communications device on your bedside table started beeping. You groggily sat up and turned it on. Obi-Wan’s hologram appeared, and you could sense his worry from here.

“Obi-Wan? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“Satine’s been in an accident,” Obi-Wan stated. “I need you to meet me in the Senate office building, outside of the Chancellor’s office.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll be right there.”

~~~

When you arrived at the location Obi-Wan requested, you could feel the thickness of his worries in the air all around you. Obi-Wan felt you before he saw you, slowly feeling better already.

“Is she alright?” You quickly asked.

“Yes, she’s in there with the Chancellor right now,” Obi-Wan responded. “Thank you for coming.”

You gave him a small smile. “Of course.”

Your attentions were pulled from each other as the Chancellor’s office doors opened. Satine came out with two of her guards.

“Satine, I just heard about your accident,” Obi-Wan said as the two of you quickly caught up with her.

“Those two are, ugh,” Satine frustratingly said. “This government will—ugh!”

“Satine,” Obi-Wan grabbed her arm, forcing her to stop and face him, “tell me what happened.”

She pulled her arm out of his grip. “I’m fine. I wasn’t hurt. I didn’t want to worry you.”

“Well, I’m afraid on that count you failed spectacularly. Look what happened.”

“Look what happened? This attack proves I’ve upset someone. I must be on the right track.”

“Excuse me, Duchess,” you cut in, “but this attack proves that your enemies are here on Coruscant as well.”

“You’re not going to let Republic authorities handle this, are you?” Obi-Wan questioned. “You’re not backing down.”

“Republic authorities?” Satine spat. “Certainly not.” She began walking and you two followed. “I’m on my way to the Ministry of Intelligence right now to meet my contact.”

Obi-Wan turned her around with a hand on her shoulder before placing his other hand on her empty shoulder. “Don’t you see? You need your friends with you, not held at arm’s length. In your quest to be self-reliant, have you decided to cut your friends out of your life?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You noticed Padme coming toward you. “Senator, what is it?” You asked, already sensing it wasn’t going to be good news.

“The Senate completed its vote,” Padme stated. “They’ve decided in favor of occupation.”

“When did this happen?” Satine asked. “The vote was supposed to be tomorrow.”

“It was during your meeting with the Chancellor. Your accident accelerated the Senate’s decision. Republic forces are set to leave for Mandalore at sunrise tomorrow.”

“You see? I was right before. Counting on the Republic is a mistake.” 

Satine walked away, leaving you, Obi-Wan, and Padme standing in the hall.

“She’s going to get herself killed,” Obi-Wan grumbled.

“Then we must be ready to go to her aide,” you said.

“I will do what I can with the Senate,” Padme promised, heading to her office.

Obi-Wan turned to you. “You do not have to help me with this,” he said. “I understand if you feel like you can’t.”

“Obi-Wan, she is your friend and she’s in trouble. I will help you.”

“Thank you, little star. We should go back to the Temple and meditate. I feel like that might help us figure out what to do.”

~~~

You and Obi-Wan immediately found yourselves in one of the mediation rooms of the Temple. Obi-Wan was seated on one of the pedestals and you were on another.

“We have never meditated together before,” you noted.

“That is a shame,” Obi-Wan said. “I will—“

“Let me guide us. Your emotions might cloud the Force.”

“Right. Okay.”

You both closed your eyes and focused on the Force around you. Your signature was quick to find his and begin guiding it to a place of meditation. Obi-Wan had never been guided so quickly before, just proving how strong you were in the Force. It also reminded him that while Anakin chose to show his strength physically, you focused on the more mental aspect of it.

“What do you feel?” You asked.

“So much light,” he answered softly. “You are full of goodness and light.”

You giggled. “Try not to focus on me, Obi-Wan. Focus on Satine and the issue at hand.”

“It’s almost impossible when you are next to me, darling.”

Now that was a new term he had yet to call you. “You’re making me lose my concentration.”

“I am sorry, my dear.”

“Obi!”

“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. 

He had never felt so free before. Even with this new secret relationship, he felt free. Obi-Wan tried to focus again on what you had suggested. He was struggling to do so though. He sighed and opened his eyes. They immediately found you, sitting there meditating. You were beautiful as you kept focus. Obi-Wan stood up and stood at the window, looking out over Coruscant. 

You let the Force guide you, allowing yourself to be submissive to it. Slowly, the darkness began creeping in, along with screams. You couldn’t identify who they belonged to. You pushed harder to try and see. Faintly, you thought you could see Satine. But you were unsure. All you knew is that one moment a woman was alive and the next she wasn’t, a dark force having to do with it. Obi-Wan was trying to mediate in a different way when your Force signature suddenly clung to his.

“Y/N?” He called, coming over to you. “What’s wrong?”

“Something dark has a hand in all of this,” you breathed out. Obi-Wan could sense your growing fear. “The dark side will get her killed.”

“Get who killed? Satine?”

Your eyes snapped open, allowing Obi-Wan to see the start of the cascade of tears. You fell forward, clinging to Obi-Wan for comfort. His arms quickly came around you as he pulled you into him. Now he feared for what the Force had shown you. 

“I have to know,” Obi-Wan carefully started as he still comforted you, “was it Satine?”

“I don’t know,” you rasped, voice raw. “I honestly don’t… but it was awful. I’ve never felt such darkness. I—“

“Sssshhh… you’re panicking. Deep breaths.” 

Obi-Wan’s signature wrapped around you, trying to keep you grounded, as the data pad on the wall beeped. Keeping one of his arms around you, he used the Force to pull the datapad over. Obi-Wan quickly opened the notification.

“No,” he gasped.

“What is it?” You asked, moving to get a better look at the data pad. 

“They’re claiming that Satine murdered someone. They’re demanding that she turn herself in.”

“That’s ridiculous. Satine would never do a thing like that.”

“I know.” Obi-Wan released you and went to stand back at the window. “If she hasn’t turned herself in, she’s got to be hiding somewhere.”

“We will find her, Obi-Wan. I can work on that now.”

“No.” Obi-Wan turned back to you. “You’ve used too much of your strength already.”

“I am fine.”

“You know, I never believe you when you say that.”

“Can’t you feel it in our bond? I’m fine.”

“I can feel that what you were shown has affected you, physically and mentally. I will not risk you falling into something I can’t pull you out of.”

“Obi—“

Obi-Wan’s communicator went off from its position on a stand next to the window. Satine’s hologram appeared. She was covering herself in a cloak as she spoke into her comlink.

“Obi-Wan, come in,” she called. “Obi-Wan, are you there?”

“Satine!” Obi-Wan exclaimed, moving to a better place to see the hologram. “Where are you? May Amedda has demanded you turn yourself in.”

“I know. Listen to me. Obi-Wan, I need your help.”

~~~

Obi-Wan rushed out of the mediation room after discussing a plan with Satine. He headed for his quarters to grab his clock. You followed after him.

“I’m coming with you,” you said.

“No,” Obi-Wan’s voice was stern. “I need to do this. Too many of us will draw more attention.”

“What if something happens? You’ll need back up.”

“You need to stay here— stay in your room. I will call if I need you.” 

You entered Obi-Wan’s room, close behind him. He flung his cloak over his shoulders and place his hood on top of his head.

“Obi-Wan,” you stopped him from heading back out the door, stepping in his path. You looked into his eyes and knew that there was no way to convince him to let you go with him. You sighed, placing your hands on his upper arms. “Be safe.”

Obi-Wan’s lips turned up in a small smirk. “Always am.” He pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before slipping out into the night.

~~~

You paced in your room as you waited to hear from Obi-Wan again. You could feel that he was still alive and that he was safe-ish. You could have sworn you felt some slight pain from his end of the bond, but you could have just been imagining it. You were awake throughout the night. You had heard that Satine had been cleared and the Republic forces were ordered to stand down from the data pad in your room. You wanted to try and get him on his comlink, but worried it might catch you. As you kept your pacing, you felt a familiar presence coming down the hall. You hurried to your door and opened it, pulling Obi-Wan inside before he could knock.

“Are you alright?” You worried, looking for any damage.

He chuckled. “I’m fine. Just as I told you I would be.” He looked at you closely. “Did you get any sleep, darling?”

“No.” You shook your head. “I was too worried about you. I heard about the Republic pulling their forces from Mandalore. I am happy you could help her.”

“As am I.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and pressed yourself into him. “Just next time, I don’t care what you say, I’m coming with you.”

With a breathy laugh, he wrapped his arms around you. “I figured you’d say that.”

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March 2021. For a long time, I was very reluctant to investigate the DOCTOR APHRA series, put off by the overly cutesy covers and the grim mediocrity of most post-1986 SW comics, but I eventually got some of the trades from the library and was pleasantly surprised.

The titular Doctor Chelli Lona Aphra is an archaeologist (she does actually have a doctorate, even though she did end up blackmailing her thesis advisor to get it), treasure hunter, thief finder of rare antiquities, con artist, and all-around ne'er-do-well who thinks principles are for suckers. Naturally, she gets herself into a lot of trouble (including owing large amounts of money to many very dangerous people, like her sometimes-ally, the Wookiee mercenary Black Krrsantan), and many of her adventures revolve around her trying to get out from under the aftermath of her previous capers.

Aphra is also a lesbian, and kind of a fuckboy, leaving an ever-growing trail of embittered ex-girlfriends who aren't sure if they want to kiss her or shoot her. Much of her initial ongoing series deals with her on-again, off-again relationship with Magna Tolvan (the white cyborg lady pictured behind her above), an Imperial officer who eventually joins the Rebellion after Aphra ruins her career. Given the usual trajectory of online fandom, which is very eager to impute gayness to the most drearily hetero of media, I hadn't expected Aphra being gay to be more than a vague implication in the actual comics, but she does actually canonically sleep with women. Who'dathunkit?

Aphra's early appearances in Kieron Gillen's wretched DARTH VADER comic and the lackluster Jason Aaron STAR WARS book present her as pretty overtly villainous. When she got her own book, Gillen apparently decided that wasn't viable, so in her own series, Aphra acquires a bit of a conscience — never enough to keep her out of trouble, of course, but enough to distinguish her from her meaner allies, like Triple Zero (a protocol droid with the personality of a gleefully polite serial killer) and BT-1 (an astromech who's basically R2-D2 if somebody let him have way too many grenades). The latter part of her first ongoing, written by Si Spurrier after Gillen's departure, eventually threatens to soften her a little too much, but the current ongoing, written by Alyssa Wong, seems to have found a better balance in that regard. On the other hand, I find the current book a bit too episodic — it's more accessible, but a lot of what makes Aphra delightful is her increasingly frantic scramble to escape the accumulating consequences of her many, many terrible decisions.

The massive (1,200+ page) Omnibus pictured above compiles all of Aphra's early appearances and the complete run of her initial ongoing title in chronological order. While her early adventures are important insofar as they introduce Aphra and some of her major supporting characters, they aren't as much fun as her first ongoing series, so you could just as well start there. There's also an audio dramatization of Aphra's early adventures, adapted by Sarah Kuhn and featuring Emily Woo Zeller as Aphra. The dramatization is okay and Zeller is great, although Marc Thompson's Vader is completely unconvincing and a bit of a drag on the proceedings.

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[nightcovefox]

Love At First Sight?

Pairings: Sullivan x Jeanie

Characters: Sullivan, Jeanie, Beep-O, R2 (Oc), and Sparks

A/n: Takes place in BATB AU

Plot: After their long journey they finally made it to France! Jeanie started to open up her little stand in the village. Beep-O and Spawny unpack their stuff in their new home. Meanwhile, Jeanie making a new invention, but that invention of hers goes bonkers and attacks a poor train conductor… That's a great way to say Hi to him

Warnings: Fluff, a bit of angst, My bad grammar, Ooc??!

Enjoy Reading!<3

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Jeanie just opened up her stand next to the other villagers' stands. The inventions she showed were a bit strange. Hey.. I mean it was just the beginning! One day, her inventions will sell and help people! Just takes time...

On a sunny morning, Jeanie was sitting down to work on her inventions. She was making something.. Starburst tilted his head (Giving Sparks their genders-). “What are you making this time, Jeanie?” Starburst asks her. “Well, making Spawny a friend..” Jeanie said, closing the panel. Jeanie sets him down gently and turns it on. “Hopefully he works..!”

Jeanie and Starburst watch the little robot turn on. The little robot's eyes pop up and look at Jeanie and Starburst. “It won’t attack us… right?” Starburst ask. Jeanie shakes her head, “Of course not-”

“AHHH!! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!!!” a lady screamed. Jeanie and Starburst turned around seeing the little robot poking the elderly woman. Both of them gasp. “Wait!!! R-”

The TV robot looks at his creator and runs off, giggling madly. “Stop!! Oh!!” said Jeanie lifting her dark blue dress a bit and running after him. Starburst the following close behind.

Meanwhile a little Rabbid, well not so little Rabbid was walking around the wiggler station. The Rabbid pulled out his pocket watch. “Hmph.. 12 already?” he murmured. He shouted, “BREAK TIME!!!”

All the Rabbids, Toads, and Koopas stop what they’re doing. “Finally!! I was so tired passing the boxes in and out!” a Koopa exclaimed. “Me too, but thank god Conductor Sullivan said it was break time!!” a Toad added.

The Rabbid named Sullivan shook his head and put away his pocket watch. He felt a small tap on his arm. “Hm?” he hummed looking at who touched him. The Tv robot smiled and waved hello. Sullivan lifted his eyebrow but waved slowly. “Hello? Who are-” Sullivan was cut off by the tv robot who pounced on him. “oOF!!! W-Wait-”

Jeanie and Sullivan arrived just in time. “Jeanie!!! Look over there!!” Starburst pointed. Jeanie gasps and rushes over. “Omg!!! R2-D203 shut off!!” Jeanie shouted. R2 shuts completely off, now lying on the poor conductor. Jeanie picks up her invention and looks over at the conductor who is covered with scratches. “Oh dear… Mister are you okay..?” Jeanie ask him.

Sullivan looks up at her. (My dude is definitely a simp-) “Oh gorgeous..” he murmured to himself.

“Umm?” Jeanie mumbled, feeling confused. Starburst pokes Sullivan’s cheek. “Mister..?”

Next thing you know, Sullivan fainted. “OMGIKILLEDHIM-” Jeanie panicked. “No!! You didn't-!! He just fainted..! We need Beep-O’s help!!”

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“So let me guess? Your invention accidentally attacked him?” Beep-O asks the two of them. As Beep-O set Sullivan down on the couch. “Yeah.. My fault..” Jeanie murmured, holding her arm. “It's not your fault Jeanie.. At least… he’s not dead..?” said Beep-O putting his hand on her shoulder. “Dude.. Are you trying to comfort her? If so you’re so bad at it.” said Starburst. Beep-O huffed, “Well excuse you-”

“I healed all his scratches!!” Regenesis exclaimed interrupting the conversation. “Thank you Regenesis..”

*CRASH*

“SPAWNY ARE YOU OKAY?!” Beep-O shouted, worried fill in his voice. “EWW THE ICE FLOWER DOES NOT TASTE GOOD!!”

“Isn't he supposed to absorb it not eat it-?” Starburst questioned. “Young man! What did I say about eating power-ups in the house?!” said Beep-O, going upstairs. He stops and turns to Jeanie “If he wakes up make sure he’s okay.”

“Will do..” Jeanie mumbled, watching her brother go upstairs. Jeanie sighed and sat down next to Sullivan. “I’m sure he’s alright Jeanie..” said Starburst trying to reassure her. “I hope you’re right..” replied Jeanie, her bunny ears drooping down.

Sullivan's eyes flutter open, adjusting his eyesight, and looking around. “Ugh..?” he mumbled, sitting up straight. “Where am I..?” he mumbled. “You’re in my house monsieur… my friend Regenesis healed you up..” Jeanie explained, “Are you alright? I’m very sorry that my invention..”

Sullivan couldn't help to look at her. He was kinda listening to her but was lost in her voice. “No..no.. It’s alright Mademoiselle..” said Sullivan. “But yes, I’m okay..” Sullivan laughed a bit. “Well, I’m glad you’re alright.. Monsieur. Hmm. What is your name?”

“My name is Sullivan! And you?”

“My name is Jeanie..” she said, holding her hand out. Sullivan held her hand, pulling her hand to his lips, and kissed it gently. “What a beautiful name, Jeanie..”

Jeanie's ears perked up and felt a strange warm feeling inside of her. “U-Umm thanks..?” she mumbled, honestly she didn't know what to say-

Jeanie shakes her head. “Do you need water Sullivan?” she asked him. “Yes please.. If thay’s not a problem?”

“Not at all!!! You’re our guest after all!” said Jeanie as she stood up getting him a glass of water. Sullivan watched her leave and felt two of the Sparks looking at him. “Ummmm…”

Jeanie came back holding a glass of water in her hands. She saw two of her Sparks cuddling Sullivan. “Aww..” she cooed. “They like you..!”

“Heh.. I guess so..”

“Here,” as Jeanie handed Sullivan the glass of water. Sullivan thanked Jeanie took the water and drank it. “That hits the spot.”

Regenesis played around Sullivan’s whistle. “Careful not to blow on it.. That's loud..” he warned the magenta spark. “Are you a train conductor?” Jeanie guessed. “I am! Train Conductor of the Wiggler Express!”

“I never knew there was a train in this village!”

“Really? Don’t you live here..?”

“Mm.. No. My brother and I just moved here if you can tell all the boxes lying around..” explained Jeanie, gesturing her hands to show the boxes on the floor and wooden tables. “Ah!! The newcomers! Yes, everyone in town has been talking about.. Mostly the ‘crazy lady’ but eh..”

“I'm that crazy lady everyone was talking about..” Jeanie mumbled. Regenesis and Starburst floated over to her. Hugging her, trying to make her feel better. Sullivan’s ears droop down. “Well, you’re not a crazy lady..”

“I am, Sullivan, my inventions.. Are not the greatest..”

“Not true!!”

“My invention attack you!! I-I’m just a failure.. God.. He.. Was right..” said Jeanie feeling her tears dripping down. Great crying in front of someone who’s not her brother or nephew. This is embarrassing.

Sullivan stood up and walked over to her. Holding her hands gently. “I know we just met Jeanie, but you are not a failure! The look from your determination just shows your beauty and strong look! You must never give up!!” Sullivan wiped away her tears, using his handkerchief. “You really think so..?”

“I know so..”

Both of them just look at each other. Well.. More like Jeanie looking down at him. Jeanie’s blue color turn to a lighter shade of pink and smiled. “Thank you Sully.. That was the nicest thing that anyone said to me.. Besides my brother and friends..”

Sullivan blush at the little nickname. Sheepishly smiled back, “Gee..”

The clock ticks very loudly. Sullivan picked up his watch and saw the break was almost finished. Shoot!! “I wish, I could stay Miss Jeanie but I have to go!!-” said Sullivan letting go of her hand. “Will I see you again..?” said Jeanie, watching him leaving. Sullivan stop and look at her. “Maybe when I’m done.. I will..”

“Then goodbye Sullivan..”

“Goodbye my dearest Jeanie..”

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IF NO ONE IS WRITING A FIC ABOUT THEM, I WILL. WITH MY BROKEN GRAMMAR. (/hj)

I love them so muchhhh.. 🩵💛

Thank you for Reading~!<3

I create a ship name of them- Startrain.. Eh bad right?

#m+rsoh #beep-o #mario rabbids #startrain #m+rsoh fanfic #Sullivan x Jeanie #Beauty And The Beast AU #rabbid spawny #Sparks

[lavender-z-love]

Lelouch Vi Britannia X Black.FemReader

Reminiscence

🤍 Genre: Romance, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff.

🤍 Warnings: Form of Manipulation, Forgetfulness, Spoilers for R2, potential spelling errors. (If more, let me know.)

🤍 A/n: So, in this Code Geass Scenario, You possess a geass that manipulates plants. You and Lelouch at this time had your memories erased. Lelouch's soon gaining his memories back attempts to bring you, his best friend back as well.

🤍 Another A/n: Ugh! This was so fun to write! I love me some Lulu, there might be a Part 2! Once again! SPOILER WARNINGS ⚠️

🤍 Wordcount: 2,580k

The classroom was quiet with slight scribble noises. You all were testing, your shared desk was with a student you hadn't seen for a while. Her name..you couldn't remember it. You two had been good friends up until now. She had red hair, and was known to not be at school for a while due to her illness. She was such a quiet girl, looked fragile like a piece of glass.

The school bell rang signaling that the testing was now over and the classes were dismissed. Of course, You packed your things and get ready to leave. Not the school just yet, you loved to just sit atop of the school. You tended to love the fresh air you could get especially from high up.

As you stood up from your chair, you'd made your way to the door. In the process accidentally running into..him. Something felt like you knew him for a while, didn't help that you two had interactions lately. "I apologize, I should've been careful where I was looking." He bowed at you, which made you a bit nervous. You grabbed him by the shoulders to pull him back standing up straight. "Please, There's no need for that. It was an accident." He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of his next set of words.

Just a few desks away, a pair of eyes observed the two of you. He didn't like what was happening, the two of you were separated for a reason, though seemed like fate keeps bringing you two back together. The king would not like to hear about this one bit! The last few words exchanged between you and the boy who'd just bumped into you. He waved at you, exiting the classroom. Leaving you with your Friend, Suzaku Kururugi.

"Y/n." Your name was called in a stern voice. Turning around to see your friend with a semi-serious face. Though, he still wanted to keep the atmosphere nice and light.

You walked over to him,"Did you need something?"

He nodded,"Just- couldn't help but notice something. Do you mind meeting me on the roof?" You told him you've got plenty of time and that you didn't mind at all! "Thats good, meet me there in a few minutes. I have something to do really quickly."

On your way up to the roof, something seemed..off. Like your reality was deforming or disoriented. Your vision was starting to blurr. Did someone drug me? You thought to yourself. Until your thoughts were interrupted by a giggle. "No, Y/n.

Suddenly the roof doors opened with a gust of wind rushing through. You covered your face with your arms, protecting your eyes from the dirt and debris which flew through the door. Once the wind calmed down, you peaked past your wrists. The sunlight burning your eyes just a bit but not too much to where you couldn't make out a figure standing in front of you.

This girl- she looked like a being from another world. She wore a white suit, looks similar to a straitjacket. Her Lime green hair trailed down her back stopping at her tail bone. "Don't you wish to come back home? Y/n?"

"W-Who are you?" She looked a little remorseful, her green eyes dulled with sadness. So you really were gone? Your memories were not present. She remained silent, extending her hand out to you waiting for you to take it. Something about her- did you know this woman? She couldn't have been much older than you, she looked so young.

Regardless, your hand seemed to have a mind of its own. Slowly pulling itself to this girls hand. At first it was Like something was forcing your hand to complement hers. Then you were hesitant and as your hand almost meeting hers, you were interrupted-

"Y/n!" You gasped hearing a familiar voice, then you remembered Suzaku asked you to meet him at the roof top! Turning around you watched Suzaku make his way up the stairs. A little conflicted about whether to show Suzaku the girl or not you turned back to look at the doors. She was gone.

Suzaku caught up to you,"Hey! Everything alright Y/n?" You nodded,"Yes, Of course-" He must have not seen her? How strange and where on earth could she have disappeared to in such a short amout of time? Was she hiding from Suzaku? Why did she just disappear like that? You were asking questions, about the recent even that had just taken place in your head.

You were brought back to by Suzaku taking your hand and guiding you to a bench nearby. "Um Suzaku?" His hands slid a little far back behind him, he used them as support for the way he was sitting. He looked at you, something a bit off in his eyes. Like you were in trouble?

"Are you friends with..L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶?"

"Who?" Suzaku's eyes squinted, as he glared at you. He was so sure that you knew who he was talking about.

"Oh surly you know, Tall, slender..shoulder-Lelouch brown hair? Purple eyes..."

"Oh!"

Suzaku smiled,"Yeah!". Though inside he was thinking about what to do about this. They had torn you two apart from another Only for your forgotten identities to now befriend eachother! What now!? You reached into your bag to get your bento out,"Ah! Is that what his name is?"

Suzaku nodded,"L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶."

"Mm..what an interesting name, is he foreign?" Seems like everything is okay, memory wise. Well for you in anyway. He hadn't checked on L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s memories.

"He's sweet."

"You mean-"

"Yes, he helped me with the books I had to carry to the Library this morning. We had a little chat then, but It wasn't anything important."

Suzaku's face showed joy, deep down he was still a bit suspicious. Yes L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ knew it was risky, Though he needed to get close to you to see exactly where your memories had left off due to being erased. Seeing that now Suzaku was your best friend, it wasnt going to be easy to be around you.

"Yes, Yes. L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ Is a gentleman. Though thats something I wanted to talk to you about-" You grabbed a rice ball before taking a bite, your ears were open to what Suzu was soon going to say. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶...Hes a little- off."

"Off? How so?"

"Knowing him for some time now. He's a bit strange, unhinged... Yes he has friends but they dont know this."

"How are you able to get this info?"

"Because Of my position as a Knight of Seven." You chuckled, realizing what a ridiculous question that was.

"Ahah..Yes, that does make sense you have access to these things."

Suzaku chuckles,"Yes of course, I also know that he-" Suzaku's phone rings, notifying him that he had to leave. Suzu picks up the phone answering with a few; 'Mhm' 'Yeah' 'Alright'. He stood up taking your hand,"My apologies- Y/n..Duty calls."

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a kiss upon it. Looking up at you with his emerald eyes. You weren't gonna lie- he kinda gave you butterflies. "Just..Be careful around L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶. He's not fully in his right mind."

Suzaku bowed before taking off. "Hm..Crazy to think, that sweet person is actually not as he seems.." 'He's not fully in his right mind' You wondered how? In what way. You finished with your lunch, packing your things in your bag you made your way down the roof. In the process you'd run into Rolo. "Afternoon Y/n",he says in a monotoned voice. Looked like he was rather annoyed, he didn't want to run into but at the same time had a message to give you.

"That damn woman wants something of you and my brother." Rolo grimaced, he took off.. "W-Wait! Rolo!" You sighed, whats with him? 'Does he have some sort of problem with me?' You thought to yourself, for the short amout of time you've known Rolo, he gives you some annoyed look. Especially when you were around...Him.

The second you stepped out those doors, your eyes locked with her..

"You- how did you."

The air seemed to slow down, time stopped and everything was silent. What is this? Why does it feel like you've been here before, in some sort of void?

"I apologize for our short lived meeting, but now-",she slowly began to take large strides in your direction. Her green eyes began to glow with red rings around them. "Let me bring you back." Your body had a mind of its own now. You attempted to move back and away her only for you to be fighting against some invisible force. "Come back home..Y/n."

"W-wait... S-stop." Her hands latch onto yours, caressing your tanned skin. Her slim fingers tickle small arm hairs you have as they slide their way up your arm and grasp your shoulders. Now that your body was in her grasp, there was no getting put of this..Force. Still though; there was a resistance within you. "Y/n, Stop fighting it. You're still fighting."

There was another voice- your eyes looked past the woman to see him. "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶..", She called out to him. The strange woman. He watched the both of you with a look of uncertainty. She whispered somethings, so quietly it was unaudible. That was when she leaned in- the mark on her head revealing itself as a gust of wind brushes her bangs out of her face. Red hue of the mark began to glow brightly almost blinding you!

She pulled back, leaving a tingling feeling on your forehead. Finally being able to move your body you push past her. Wiping your forhead, you scowled,"Ugh! Who the hell do you think you are! Do you realize I can report you C2!" Your fists ball up as you quickly rush away flustered. A trail of vegetation following you as you walked- The two gasped, surprised at what you just said. "C2?! You remember her name?"

Still flustered at the heat of the moment you turned to them,"Why would I not know your name? Of course I know who you are! What is with you two?!" C2 and L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ looked at one another then back at you. "You- remember her? Who am I?" "L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ L̶a̶m̶p̶e̶r̶o̶u̶g̶e̶, my classmate." C2 gains L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶'s attention, pointing to the beautiful vegetation that had been on your trail. Thats when they knew, there was hope. You weren't completely gone.

"It hasn't worked completely, you need to do your part L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶."

Oh no, you didn't like the sound of that. You quickly turned and marched off,"Whatever you two are doing I dont want to be apart of. Especially You L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶, You damn Britannian. Stay away from me." A sharp pain plunged through the boy's heart. You didn't care where L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ was from, what ethnicity, what his background was. You loved him for him, but they both knew you weren't completely there. You were reprogrammed by...his bastard father and the one who sold L̶e̶l̶o̶u̶c̶h̶ out- who had betrayed him.

Currently, you were well...In a deep sleep waiting to be woken up. And that was the plan, to awaken you. You could hear subtle yet loud footsteps behind you.

"Stop Y/n." A hand tightly latches onto your wrist forcing you to spin, facing him.

"Don't touch me!"

"Y/n hear me out-"

"No!",you exclaimed, attempting to pull away. That didn't work, you even tried to rip his tiny fingers off your wrist one by one. What you didn't pay attention to was you were being backed up into a tree.

"Suzaku..He was right- You are crazy. Let me go right now." He thought to himself holding you there..maybe- maybe there was something off with him. Why has he felt this way about someone, everyone until now was just a pawn in his game and now.. You had to come along and ruin everything. Though, he knew what he wanted. For you to remember, to come back to him, to feel loved, to experience it with you.

Not only that but he felt like he was in debt to you. Getting you involved in all this Black Knights revolution. It wasn't fair to you. His purple eyes looked down on you, with your wrists in his hands, all he could do was chuckle.. "Yeah, maybe I am crazy-" A red hue began to absorb the purple within his eyes showing a strange symbol,"I'm crazy about you, Y/n."

So much to think about, everything comes piling back to you like a rushing train. Your wrists were now released as they cup this man's face. The tree you were temporarily against was no longer behind you, rather you two were falling. So slowly what seemed like. What is because you were remembering everything? What was it..this man. You remembered! His name. What used to be so foreign to you was now so familiar.

"Lelouch"

Thats what it was! My best friend! Your back finally hitting a bed of flowers as Lelouch pulls away. Your face deeply flushed with a beautiful rouge color similar to red wine. The vines of the flowers wrapped around one another creating hearts as you stared up at the man on top of you. "L-Lelouch?!"

His brown hair flowing softly in the wind, as he looked down upon your form. That dazed expressed like youd just woken up, the flowers in your curly hair, your eyes a bright purple with your geass code shining through. The vegetation was a dead give away you were completely back. Lelouch smiled, with slightly watery eyes. "Good morning, My princess."

Your vision began to blurr, remembering what happened. "I- said those bad things..a while ago-" Lelouch interrupts you with a finger placed to your lips. "It's not your fault Y/n, you were being manipulated." Your hands find themselves cupping his face, then on his shoulders. Your vines created from your geass, cause flowers to bloom out of control.

How embarrassing..this isn't something friends usually would do. Rest on top of one another while the one below clings to the one on top. "Lelouch, Thank you." "Please, don't thank me. You shouldn't thank me." Lelouch's hand clasps onto yours, dragging it towards his lips. Mumbling against your palm.

"I should be apologizing, for getting you involved in my affairs." He kissed your delicate skin before pulling away.

The vines were growing at a tremendous rate, Popping up everywhere, showing how flustered you were. More hearts created from the tangles of the vines. Lelouch eyes shift to the cute shapes being formed by your powers. He smiles, he loves it- just like you.

"No, I knew the consequences. I was fully aware-",you chuckled as your cheeks hurt from being flustered,"I just didn't expect my memories to get erased.."

"I'm glad I could bring you back, Y/n."

"Me too..So glad." You two, hypnotized by another. For a while, you just needed to look at him. You look around, no one in sight,"Lelouch..Ah I think we should..probably um." Lelouch still on top of you,"Oh ahaha..Right, my apologies." Lelouch stands up lending a hand to you.

"Y/n, go home, I left you a special phone. I should warn you I am being monitored and you as well."

"What?"

"We don't have much time. Rolo's ability should be stopping anytime soon. I'll give you the details."

Good news, Your memories had returned. Bad news..You were in need of recent events.

Written December 15th

#lelouch lamperouge #lelouch vi britannia #lelouch x reader #Lelouch x You #Lelouch x female reader #Lelouch x black female reader #Lelouch lamperouge x Y/n #Lelouch lamperouge x reader #Lelouch lamperouge x female reader #Lelouch lamperouge x black female reader #Code geass Scenarios #Code Geass one-shots #Ambw #code geass fanfiction

[alicent-vi-britannia]

Nina and Shirley are two sides of the same coin and I'm going to show you

To begin with, both girls have in common that they are Britannians, friends of Lelouch and, above all, they are innocent citizens who find themselves in the crossfire of a rebellion against their mother country. In a certain way, they play the role of the civilians involved in a conflict of this type and, in unison, the two give totally opposite answers to the same problem.

Both lose an important being in their lives because of Zero. Shirley loses her father and Nina loses the girl she loves (that's emotional dependency, really; just this isn't the post to delve into that). As a result, Shirley and Nina go through a mental breakdown and it leads them to make morally questionable decisions with destructive consequences for themselves and their environment. I mean, they both choose to get revenge by killing Zero.

Shirley is about to do so when the golden opportunity falls at her feet, but she hesitates as soon as she discovers the identity of her father's killer. Villetta arrives, Shirley shoots her after seeing that she intended to arrest Lelouch and her guilt upsets her. Are you seriously doubting Shirley's mental state because of the trauma? She was in an obvious catatonic state by the time Lelouch located her next to Mao and already in R2 she threatened to kill herself because she couldn't handle the stress and shock.

From Nina I have to prove her terrible mental health. She threatens to blow up Ashford Academy to avenge her late love and later joined Schneizel's research team in order to fulfill her revenge, which is to develop a weapon of mass destruction.

The difference between the two is that Shirley reconsiders and abandons her revenge because she is incapable of hurting someone she loves. In the end, love prevails over the rancor that lives in her heart, allowing her to forgive Lelouch for his crime. Nina, on the other hand, allows herself to be consumed by the hatred that has poisoned her heart and the poison has clouded her mind, preventing her from seeing the long-term effect of her actions. 

I think this is the case because Nina had problems from before that Shirley didn’t (insecurities, low self-esteem, maybe some past traumatic experience that she never got over). Hence, Shirley was able to pull herself together while Nina plunged deeper and deeper into darkness until she reached what I like to call, in my own narrative theory, "The Pinnacle of Destruction" (yes, that moment when Suzaku massacres the Tokyo Settlement with the F.L.E.I.J.A.).

That is precisely the point of divergence between the two. Nina has a revenge arc and revenge is usually treated in fiction as a process of self-destruction, which is the obvious case with Nina: she doesn't just degenerate as a scientist in the sense that she invests her great intelligence for selfish and warlike ends. , but also degenerates as a friend (behaving disgustingly with people who held her in high esteem) and, by extension, as a human. But she's not really like that. Lelouch says that she is a good person in R2 episode 24 (watch it if you don't believe me). Shirley doesn't lick her wounds like Nina. Her process is regenerative. That is, to let go of the pain and heal the internal wounds caused by the rebellion.

We could say that Nina represents hate and revenge, while Shirley symbolizes love and forgiveness.

To mention one case where this is evident: think of Suzaku's arrival at Ashford Academy. Nina has embraced the hatred that Britannia instills in its citizens towards the colonists and, therefore, she avoids Suzaku at all costs (as if he were a virus), but Shirley rejects that hatred. In fact, if it weren't for Rivalz, she would have been the first student at Ashford Academy to welcome Suzaku (she corrected herself by being the first to thank him for helping Lelouch).

In the long run, love and forgiveness are the two values that win out because even after Shirley dies, Nina is willing to forgive Lelouch (which she doesn't quite do, but at least she doesn't shut down completely) and she resents the friends she treated badly in the past and that she loves deep down. This is the only way that Nina decides to face her xenophobia and heal (as the secondary material shows us).

Anyway, I would like you to appreciate both answers equally. Don't take Shirley for a fool or naive or Nina for a lunatic or hateful. Individually these arcs are well written. Simultaneously they complement each other perfectly since it allows us to evaluate the opposite scenarios without the need for us to let our imagination run wild. It's one of those things where you're like, "Wow! What a great narrative!" But maybe I'm asking too much of you.

Have you noticed this parallel before? Did I convince you that they are two sides of the same coin?

PS: I just realized that Shirley is an ESFJ and Nina is an INTP. They are opposite MBTI Types, that is, same cognitive functions ordered in reverse (like Lelouch and Kallen, who are INTJ and ESFP, and Suzaku and Lloyd, who are ISFJ and ENTP). Coincidence?

#nina einstein #shirley fenette #shirlulu #code geass #code geass: hangyaku no lelouch #code geass: lelouch of the rebellion