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anisangeldust · 12 days

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Office Hours 𝜗𝜚⋆

Summary: Anakin definitely has a favorite student.

Pairing: Prof!Anakin x Student!Fem!Reader

Warnings: READER IS 18!, masturbation (m receiving), mentions of sex, no use of ‘y/n’, undertones of grooming.

A/N: Ik this shouldn’t be glorified, but i also crave for an older man to tell me he’s proud of me and that i’m doing a good job <\3. Also i hope the perspective changes make sense in this!

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Anakin loved grading your work, in fact, he set aside your papers so he could grade them together.

He taught a required course, one that all student who wished to have a degree in anything to do with English had to take and pass. Some hated it, most just did their work and got their grade.

But not you.

You cared, Anakin could tell. you were always on time, you were attentive, a gifted writer, a wonderful person, and a great student. On top of all that, you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen.

At first he kicked himself for his feelings, telling himself it was inappropriate, that it was wrong, how dare he think about one of his students like that! But you were 18 and he was only 32, that’s not so bad right?

The more he stared to feel about you, the more he let himself think about you. How could he not? When you always wore little pink bows at the back of your pigtails, when your lips were always pink and glossy, your cheeks always flushed when he’d compliment your work. You were truly an angel, perhaps a goddess; but that didn’t matter to him.

He’d worship you either way.

The ding of a clock indicated that he had 30 minutes to grade before his next class started, the class you were in, and he dug into the pile of ungraded work like it was the best book he’d ever read.

The last assignment Anakin gave was easy but long, a research paper on a book of your choice. Then you had to take notes on your work and turn in the paper and notebook.

He was giddy with he saw yours, the essay neatly tucked into the cover of the notebook, adorned with a small smiley face on the corner by your name. Anakin saved yours for last, a little treat he reminded himself as the other students’ work was less than savory.

When he got to yours he opened it up and almost groaned with excitement. never would he be over how neat and tidy your handwriting was, nor the fact that you wrote the whole thing in with a crisp, pink ballpoint pen.

Your work was superb, as always.

Anakin could have cum in his pants from how careful your essay was, the time and detail was apparent as he read through your incredible notes. He read both over and over again before the filing in of students reminded him that class was starting soon.

He wrote a few notes on your work and put it in the stack of graded notebooks to hand back.

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“Brilliant work as always clever girl”

The words seemed to jump out at you, they were right next to the big red 98% on the corner of the essay you just got back from your favorite professor.

Surely it meant nothing, he was a professor, an educator, he was meant to praise those who did good, so why when directed to you did it always feel so different?

‘Maybe i’m just better than the people in here’ was the thought that jumped forward in your mind, of course your professor didn’t have a crush on you! what a silly thought to even entertain!

Yet his glances at you when you left the classroom, and the fixing of his pants when you smiles and waved at him made you think otherwise.

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Anakin was rock hard when your class got out. the look on your face when you saw your final grade and the little note he wrote was enough to make a lesser man moan out loud. The way you chewed on your nail the rest of the class and jotted down notes had him sitting down so his erection was less apparent.

Naturally, he wasted no time when the day ended.

He quickly discarded himself of his blazer before sitting in his desk chair and unzipping his pants, his aching dick slapping against his stomach as he pulled down his boxers and immediately started rubbing the pad of his thumb over his leaking tip.

He wondered what it would feel like if it was your cunt, the mewls that would erupt from your throat, the desperate movement of your hips as he pounded you into his desk, the wet slapping of your arousal, god he craved you.

After gently teasing himself for a few moments, he fully wrapped his hand around his full length and began to messily jerk himself, your name falling from his lips like a sacred mantra.

The moment felt so good, the feeling of his hand was heavenly against his aching length, it was so good that he began to wonder what he could do to get you to let him fuck you, asking you up front could lead to him losing his job, no.. he needed privacy, he needed to know you wanted it to.

Ropes of cum spurted from his fat dick, the moments of clarity allowing him to think of the most perfect scheme.

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The flutter in your heart was almost painful, you had ran the moment over and over again in your mind. Double, triple, quadruple checking that you weren’t crazy, that your beloved professor did, in fact, call you sweetheart.

If you were a man you’d 100% have a boner right now.

All you did was mention how you were proud of yourself for your grade on your last assignment, you were not expecting your beloved Professor Skywalker to quip back with-

“I’m proud of you too sweetheart”

-you could’ve cum right there, and you might’ve if you didn’t race out of that classroom like someone was chasing you.

This was wrong, horrible, ghastly. Though he wasn’t married, he had a tendency to ramble during his lectures, he was still 32! a whole 14 years older than you! But no amount of self-scrutiny could stop you from wanting to tangle your hands in his shaggy blonde curls while you rode him like a stallion.

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The next few weeks felt interesting to say the least.

It seems your professor was un-aware of how much he was affecting you. the semester was coming to a close, so he rid himself of his blazer to prepare for the summer air, dawning only a white button up that displayed his back muscles the way they deserved.

You wanted to rip him apart, claw at his back until it was bloody and raw, suck on his skin untill you were the only thing he could feel, you wanted to destroy him, the only stronger feeling in your system was your want for him to destroy you.

His little notes also changed. It went form standard teacher notes like:

Awesome! or you did great!

to ones you could tell he only left on your paper, adorned in the corner of everything you got back was:

good girl, i’m so proud, i knew you could do it princess

It was getting too much to bare, he even started to touch you, to let his hands linger. Like when he passed you in the library and places his hands on your hips to move by you. It was too much.

He had to know what he was doing right? he had to know that you were rubbing your pussy raw to the thought of him, gridding pillows and hooking up with random boys that had similar mops of curly blonde hair and piercing cobalt eyes. he had to right?

He did.

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Anakin knew he had you. Weeks of teasing, testing the waters, leading you to him, and you finally took the bait.

When he opened his E-Mail this morning and saw one from you he almost jumped out of his skin. it was professional, just you saying that you’d like to chat about your grades, but he knew, he knew the moment you walked in that you were his, that you’d do whatever he wanted.

It just so happened he was unavailable the rest of the day after you scheduled your office hours.

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Anakin groaned, he thought maybe he could wait, that he could hold in his desires for after you two spoke, but he just couldn’t. He was uncomfortably. hard, his whole body was shaking from need, and it was still 5 minutes until you had scheduled to see him.

despite his better judgments, he undid his belt and palmed himself through his boxers, it felt so good, his balls were heavy with need and the tiny wet patch indicated that he needed to get off, now.

Yanking down his boxers, he did the same thing he did everytime he was alone with the thought of you, his hand pumping up and down his fat cock. The only thing he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. he was so deaf, in fact, that he didn’t hear the rattle of the turning knob to his office door.

“Professor Skywal-“ your voice was sweet like velvet. His eyes shot open.

shit.

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part 2? maybe?

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bunnylovesani · 5 months

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Daddy Issues

(This is what I imagine him looking like in this fic)

Content warnings: MDNI, reader has daddy issues, 20 year age gap, Anakin is your best friend’s dad, drinking, fingering, dirty talk, general smut with a bit of fluff

WC: 2.6k

You and Leia met in your first year of college and your friendship quickly blossomed. Despite being from the same town, you’d never bumped into each other. If you had, you’re sure you would’ve remembered him. The first time you’d met him was Christmas, 4 years ago; it was your first time coming round to the Skywalker residence and all you knew was that Leia was raised by a single dad, who was now in his 40s. The moment you laid eyes on him, you were fascinated. He had dark blonde hair which curled into golden ringlets at the ends and a mysterious quality about him you were sure made the women weak at the knees- how he’d managed to stay single for most of his life was beyond you.

Despite your fervent initial attraction to him, you tried your best to put all of it aside. Besides the obvious reasons to restrain yourself, he was also the first positive male figure you’d had in your life. He was a damn good father; always present in Leia’s life and, since you two were joined at the hip, by extension yours too. You ignored every sign, every impulse, every sizzling moment of tension that came between you two- tension you naturally assumed was one sided- he’s a decent, respectable man after all.

You had it all under control- until you received a call confirming the graduate program you’d applied for months ago had been accepted. The subsequent week was spent getting daydrunk while hesitantly packing your entire life into a van full of brown boxes- or rather, directing Leia to do it for you since you were too inebriated. It all boiled down to your final night; one last night in the suburbs you’d felt suffocated by your entire life before you moved to the big city to start your shiny new life.

So why did you feel sad? You suspected you knew the reason but spent the better half of an evening denying it and battling the growing urge to pay him a visit. Eventually, when the reality that you were about to leave him forever sunk in, you found your feet taking you out the door of their own volition. Preparing to ambush him with the help of some liquid courage you’d choked down prior to leaving, you rung the doorbell of his house for what you thought may be the last time.

“Oh, hey honey. Leia just left to spend the night at her boyfriend’s house, you just missed her. I thought you’d already said your goodbyes?”. He innocently questions as he opens the door and lets you in.

“I know, it’s you I came to say goodbye to.” You say anxiously, staring at him intensely through your lashes.

“I see, I’m honoured.” He smiles and approaches you, pulling you into a hug. “Good luck with everything sweetheart, stay safe and above all- remember to have fun! Life passes you by in an instant and one day you’ll wake up as old as I am and kick yourself for not grabbing every opportunity you had.”

“Funny you say that, Sir. That’s the exact mantra I’ve adopted recently. Fuck it, right?” You help yourself to the glass of whiskey he was holding out of his hand and take a sip.

“Can I sit with you for a little while?” You plop onto his cushioned couch before he can reply.

“Erm, yeah of course, make yourself at home.” He says welcomingly, though with a perplexed expression on his slightly wrinkled face. “Are you okay?” He wonders if there’s a reason you’re acting so strange. You don’t usually drink.

“I’m great, thank you Sir.” You bat your lashes. “Just feeling sentimental with the circumstances and all.”

“How many times have I said, call me Anakin. I know I’m old but after so many years I’d say we’re on a first name basis.” He chuckles, taking a seat beside you on the sofa, keeping a respectable distance. “I know I’m nothing much to you but I really do think of you and Leia as my girls. I’m so proud of everything you’ve accomplished.” He says endearingly, smiling at you kindly.

That’s when you’re reminded of the reason you came here tonight. You had every intention of telling him how you truly felt, how you’d had a raging crush on him from the moment you met him- and now that you might never see him again, you saw no reason why you shouldn’t act on those feelings.

But hearing him compare you to his daughter filled a hole you felt inside you ever since your father abandoned you- while simultaneously making you feel sick to your stomach.

You stared into his warm eyes, encased with crows feet and accompanied by two prominent creases on his forehead. You shouldn’t find a man of his age so attractive but you do.

“You know, I don’t think you’re old.” You state simply.

“What?” He asks somewhat confused by your meaning.

“You said one day I’ll wake up as old as you. I don’t think you’re old at all. If anything, you’re in your prime.” You look away. “You’re not nothing to me either.”

He looks visibly stunned, though he tries to mask it by refilling a glass of whiskey, the brown liquid almost spilling everywhere.

“Right back at you, kid. Well I’m sure you’ve got a lot of packing to do so I won’t keep you. You need a ride?” He shuffles in his seat.

“No. Not the kind of ride you’re thinking of anyway.” A wave of boldness overcomes you and you feel the alcohol burning through your veins as you shuffle closer to him.

“Uh, I think that whiskey’s gone straight to your head. Why don’t I get you some water?” He’s about to get up but you grab him by the hand and force him to stay seated, holding onto it longer than necessary.

“You know how I feel about you Anakin. I know you know.” You stare deep into his mature blue eyes as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with an apprehensive gulp.

“Now that’s enough young lady. You absolutely should not be thinking about me in that way. I’m almost twice your age.” He sternly warns you and you can’t help but wince. The way he’s scolding you is triggering some deep rooted daddy issues. You knew you always had them to some extent but you never knew just how bad they were until you met Anakin.

“I dont mean to make you uncomfortable, I just couldn’t hold it back anymore. I’ll leave right now if you want me to, you’ll never see me again. Just tell me you don’t feel anything towards me and I’ll be on my way.” You’re huddled over him with your legs on the sofa, hand slowly inching its way towards his thigh.

A flash of conflicting emotions run through his eyes- he’s obviously embarrassed, perhaps shocked - though you find it hard to believe he had no clue at all- but there’s something else. He’s debating with himself, you can see the cogs whirring in his mind.

“I can’t say that.” He meets your gaze. “I care about you a lot, you know that. Which is why you need to leave. You’re not in the right state of mind.” He gets up again but you pull him down and climb onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I have been in love with you for 4 years, Anakin. You are my every waking thought. I know it’s wrong and you’d never be with me but I can’t control myself. If I can’t have you forever, let me have just this one night- please.” You wait for him to object to the way you’re sitting on him but to your surprise, he doesn’t.

“Alright, honey.” He grumbles softly after a little while, looking at you with a subdued expression that conveyed both concern and understanding. “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’ll give you what you want. I’m yours for the night.”

You sit there, stunned. You were fully expecting him to kick you out of the house and tell Leia everything. You were expecting anything other than him giving in. Is he just taking pity on you and thinks this will help you get over your daddy issues? He knows you have them. Or is he as sick and twisted as you are?

“Can…can I…” You lean in, pressing your fingertips against his lips.

“Leave it all to me sweetheart. Daddy will make it all better.” He wastes no time taking your hands into his own and kissing your fingertips softly, before pressing his lips against yours.

You’re too stunned to react so you allow him to kiss your motionless lips, your eyes still wide open in disbelief. You’d never been so grateful to someone for taking the lead.

“Close those pretty eyes for me baby, you’re safe now.” He kisses your eyelids softly and his gentle caresses awaken a deep urge within you.

You grab at his collared shirt, loosening his tie and unbuttoning it. “Been working more late nights at the office?” You mumble into his lips as you push the crisp white shirt off his shoulders, leaving his muscles exposed.

“That’s because I have two women in my life who bleed me dry.” He chuckles and you smile at the memory; he’s shelled out for you on more than one occasion- from plane tickets and birthday gifts to a new MacBook for college because your one broke and you couldn’t afford another since you’d been fired from your waitressing job- he even agreed that that guy deserved to get a drink thrown in his face for grabbing you. He said that if he were there, he would’ve done worse.

Before you freefall into a psychoanalytical hole, Anakin rips your skirt off - it’s as if he can hear your mind working overtime. You gasp a little as he kneads the fat of your ass cheeks roughly, guiding you until you’re grinding against him. You can feel him getting hard, and oh did it feel big. You’d stolen subtle glances at his crotch on numerous occasions, contemplating what it might look like, what colour the tip might be, what it might taste like. You couldn’t bare to be left in the dark any longer so you reached for his belt and impatiently started undoing it- but you were stopped by his large hands cupping yours.

“Not just yet princess. I wanna take my time with you.” He whispered coarsely and the feeling of his warm breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine. Before you knew it, he had spun you around so that you were sitting on his lap with your back facing his front. He traced his tongue in big open kisses along your neck while his hands trailed up and down your thighs, before he hooked his fingers around your panties.

“Lets get these off shall we?” He purred and his words sent sparks straight down to your core. He lowered your underwear only down to your knees, before spreading your legs a little, his hand placed under one of your thighs to keep it up. You felt the cold air hit you and knew instantly that you were soaked.

You breathing was reduced to short little pants as his fingers reached the inner folds of your pussy, and it felt like every caress touched your soul. You started squirming about in his lap as two of his fingers slid into you.

“Goddamn… oh baby, I didnt even mean for that to happen but you’re just so wet they slipped right in.” You mewled at his lustful words as he curled his fingers inside you, rubbing your clit with the base of his thumb.

“Oh Ani…ah fuck!.” You cried. “Anakin!”

“Yes sweetheart, what is it?” Gaining speed, he grabbed your cheeks with his free hand and turned your head to force you to look at him but you were too stimulated to respond.

“Do you hear how wet you are? And here I thought you were a good girl.” He maintains eye contact and your cheeks flush at the lewd sounds coming from your core. You take a glance and see his hand is glistening with your arousal, wetness squelching as it pours down to the Rolex on his wrist.

“Aah…I, I’m sorry daddy! Mm can’t help it” You manage to squeal out, embarassed by how wet and helpless he made you.

“Don’t you dare apologise sweetheart. Daddy loves how wet this pussy gets. Is this all for me?”

“Yes, yes Sir it’s all for you- mm all yours!” You moan as you feel your climax fast approaching. “Please can I cum? Pleasee daddy!”

“Yes princess, cum for me.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you at such a tempo you have to hold onto his arms for stability.

As if someone opened a dam, your orgasm washes over you and you let out a stupified scream- you wanted to say his name but your brain is so scrambled all you can manage is a mumbled moan of incoherent syllables.

“Such a good girl baby, well done honey.” He plants kisses all over your cheek and neck as your heart rate climbs down.

As you come down from your high, the realisation of what you’re doing dawns on you. As if he could read your mind, he takes your face into his hands.

“What’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours? If you think you’ll regret it, tell me now. I don’t think I could handle it if we made love and you woke up regretting it.” He speaks softly, as if being too harsh might scare you away.

“No, no it’s not you.” You quickly respond. “I just feel a little cheap. I don’t ever have one night stands so I’m kinda out of my depth here… and the guilty thoughts about Leia creeping up on me don’t help either.”

“Hey, you’re not cheap.” You scoff at his attempt to reassure you. “Stop that, I mean it. I have nothing but the utmost respect for you regardless of the outcome of this. But…I mean I’m out of my depth here too. If we’re being honest, I haven’t had sex in years.” Anakin admits and your jaw drops. How could a man this damn fine not get laid for that long?

“It’s a personal choice.” He corrects before you jump to any conclusions about what might be wrong with him. “I don’t like one night stands either and if I’m not in love, I have no real interest in sex.” Your heart leaps at the insinuation- if he’s willing to sleep with you, that must mean…right?

“So let’s not have a one night stand then.” He continues and your heart drops. I guess you thought wrong.

“Let’s keep seeing each other. I ache all over at the thought of this being the last time I see you. I need you in my life. I don’t care if it’s wrong, I don’t care what people say. Leia will come round to the idea eventually, she has to.”

“I love you.” You reply a little too quickly, staring at him with so much admiration you think your heart might burst.

“I love you too, my sweet girl.”

Part 2

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fuckmyskywalker · 6 months

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NSFW Alphabet — Dilf!Anakin.

— CW: 18+! Smut. Age gap. Kinky shit (Letter D mentions fauxcest so if you are uncomfortable with it, do not interact) Anakin is 40 - Reader is 23!

— a/n: Oh my god! Anya! Finally more Dilf!Anakin content?! Yes! I had this idea a while ago and I couldn't get it off my mind </3. This will also give more context to my lore of the DA!Series. Enjoy!

— Anakin Masterlist ! ! !

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

When he was young, Anakin couldn’t care much about aftercare. He was used to random hookups and leaving before sunrise (That is until he accidentally got his high school sweetheart pregnant… with twins). So, he was never big on it; he didn’t know how much it meant and how important aftercare was. Needless to say, he was kind of a bitch.

As he grows older, he realizes sex is more than penis in vagina action. Yes, Anakin actually matures by the time he meets you, he is a whole different person; He will kiss you, ask you if it was good, if he hurts you, he will make sure you are satisfied. Anakin takes great pride in how he treats you after sex. You want dinner? He’s on his way, you want a bath? You won’t move a finger. You want more? Say the word and this man will be on top of you again. When he is particularly rough with you, and if you feel the urge to cry, Anakin will keep you close to his chest and caress your hair, kiss your tears away, and tell you how proud he is of you for allowing him to use your body, and that no matter what he says/does during sex, he loves you.

“You did so good, darling. Let me take care of you now, okay? Let me spoil you.”

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Dilf!Anakin loves his hands. I see him as a very physical person, so he enjoys touching you and feeling your warm skin underneath his fingertips (even if he has a prosthetic arm but… that’s a story for another day). He gropes, squeezes, slaps, touches anything within his reach, He will always have a hand on your waist, your hips, on your lower back, and since age made him a hopeless romantic, holding your hand.

His favorite body part on you is either your breasts or your legs: The first one because like I said, he loves to touch. He will cup your tits and play with them, jiggle them; and of course, Anakin could spend entire hours toying with your nipples until they are puffy, swollen, and aching… ready for him to suck them. The second one goes in a similar fashion, he loves to caress your legs from your ankles to your thighs, but he also loves to have them wrapped around his hips as he fucks you and squeezing his head as he eats your pussy until you cry from overstimulation.

“I could die happily in between your tits…”

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Before he wasn’t a big of coming inside; it was messy, risky, too many problems. But Dilf!Anakin loves to come inside you. Not only because he has a huge breeding kink— but because the sensation gives him ten more years of life. Don’t get me wrong though, Anakin will gladly allow you to swallow his cum (which with age get’s heavier, more sticky, and less liquidy) and it’s not a secret that he enjoys covering your tits and ass with cum. But let’s be honest, this man will always prefer to cum inside, to let you feel how good he fills you, and definitely with the intention of getting you pregnant.

“I’m gonna fill you up real good, darling— gonna fuck you until you are full of my cum, uh-uh? Until you are round and swollen with my baby.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Okay. Okay. This is dirty.

Anakin likes it when you call him “Daddy” while he fucks you, sure. But, there is something that he never really thought about until he started formally dating you and that is… being called “Dad” instead of “Daddy” during sex, and not even during sex!

He knows it’s wrong, he knows he shouldn’t be attracted to it, but he is. It gets worse when sometimes due to the age gap between you guys, he ends up scolding you like an actual dad would do. He would rather die than ask you to do it, but the ick is always there. The dirty thought is constantly circling around his head. He wants you to call him dad and cry for him to fuck you harder, the mere idea gets him hard as fuck and he has to rush and find you to release the tension. Maybe one day he will gather the courage to speak.

“You are taking Dad’s cock so well… do you like it, baby? Say it.”

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I’d say very experienced. Age gives you that experience, and it’s no news that Anakin had multiple partners before he “settled down”. He knows how to use his dick, his hands, his tongue… yeah, he knows how to find the clit and what to do with it. Dilf!Anakin knows what he is doing, and he will use that experience to make you cry and beg for more. Believe me, you will never experience better, bigger orgasms than the ones this man gives you.

“No one will fuck you like I do, sweetheart.”

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Either cowgirl or doggy; depends on his mood.

Cowgirl because he likes to see you work for it. The way your face melts into a burning pleasure, how your tits bounce, and despite you controlling the pace he still can control you. Anakin will slap your thighs, use your ass as leverage to bounce you up and down his cock, and definitely suck your nipples while you ride him.

Doggy for when he is feeling more dominant, frustrated, even angry; Anakin will yank your hair, slap your ass, even your back if you let him. This is when he is the most rough. The view of your ass and thighs jiggling every time slams his hips against yours gives him all the relief he needs.

“That’s it, ride my cock dollface. Bounce your tits for me.”

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely more on the romantic side than goofy. He can still smile and chuckle, but more at you than with you. He will mock you constantly, and most of his jokes are derogatory. However, Anakin will be dead-serious if he is in full dom-mode. Not even a smile, and if he smiles it’s going to be a mean, venomous smile (probably followed up by an insult).

“Look at you darling, all stupid for my cock. You are gorgeous.” He says with a breathy chuckle, kissing your sweaty jaw.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He keeps it trimmed, but not completely shaven. When he was young, he was barely groomed, so you can imagine the difference. Now, he shaved not because he thinks it’s better, but because he feels more comfortable keeping it at bay. Plus he hates how itchy it is when he shaves completely. If you want him to grow it more, he’ll do it, he isn’t picky in that manner.

On you, he doesn’t really care; I can see him having a preference for his partner not shaving regularly (I don’t know why, Dilf!Anakin just gives me those vibes). But as long as you are comfortable he is pleased.

“I don’t care about that baby, I’ll eat your pretty pussy anyway.”

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Very intimate! He likes to make it private, memorable, even if you fuck a hundred times Anakin will do his best efforts to make sure you are satisfied. From the first time, he emptied his load inside you the words “I love you” escaped his lips; and that’s a trait that never wore off. Since his youth, Anakin was extremely passionate and obsessive, and the few times he fell in love he was head over heels for his partner. For a while he thought that part of him died (after his divorce and the bad experiences of an unhappy marriage), but when he met you and began dating you, that side of him lost gone was back. Like I said he is a hopeless romantic and he will spoil you rotten.

“I love you, sweetheart. You make me the happiest man in the world.”

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He used to jack off twice a week, maybe three if he was too stressed (either work or the twins who got on his nerves). He isn’t a fan of it so he would do it quickly, He isn’t a fan of visual porn so he might just use his imagination and call it a day.

Now, that he is with you, he can use you instead.

“Your hand looks so tiny around my cock, baby.”

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding: Speaks volumes. Anakin realized with age that he wanted a larger family, but after the twins, his ex-wife wasn’t thrilled with the idea of another baby. You are young, pretty, fertile. After discussing it and after you gave him the green light, Anakin will be a menace. Fucking you over and over not only because he wants you and loves your body, but because he is dying to see you carry his children. The ownership undertones that come with it are absolutely thrilling.

Cum play: He is nasty. He is disgusting. He is filthy. He loves to gather the cum that leaks down your thighs and push it back with his fingers. He would even lick it and spit it in your mouth. Anything related to cum is okay with him. Anakin thinks that men who are disgusted with kissing their girl after she gave them a blowjob aren’t real men.

Free use (this one includes other kinks such as degrading, housewife kink, ownership, even dumbification but I will use it as a generalization): This is more of a guilty pleasure. And once he makes sure you are comfortable with it he won’t stop. Anakin will be rough, pushing you against the kitchen counter, against the shower wall, against his desk just to fuck you, claiming is his right as your boyfriend. You aren’t allowed to deny him (and being honest, you don’t want to), and if you try to push him away, he will punish you by fucking your face or slapping you with his belt.

“Shut up and spread your legs for me, that’s all you are good for.”

L = Location (favorite places to do they do)

He prefers his house because is more intimate, he can take his time, but Anakin won’t deny an opportunity. He can (and has) fuck you in his car, your place, in a restaurant’s bathroom… if he can make it quick he can put up with fucking you in a more public setting. His favorite places will always be his bed and the couch.

“You have five minutes to cum before the waiter returns or I’ll leave you high and dry here.”

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He is still as horny as when he was 20; so, pretty much anything you do will turn him on. He has a preference for when you do housework, he thinks you look hot (and it kind of makes him feel guilty), and when you are mad. Anakin is hard as a rock when he sees you arguing on the phone with one of your coworkers, that fiery attitude, witty responses, and aggressive body language… be ready for a long night.

“I can’t help it, you look so gorgeous making dinner for me…”

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Dilf!Anakin is still very much possessive. So, sharing you is a big, red no. He is strictly monogamous so the thought of a threesome of seeing you with someone else, or even him being with someone else makes his stomach twist with jealousy. You belong to him and him only.

“Say you belong to me. Say it. Scream it so the whole neighborhood knows only I fuck you this good.”

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

When he was young he was more of receiving, he was kind of selfish and pretty much an idiot. Now, he loves to eat you. Anakin could spend hours buried in between your legs, lapping at you and forcing orgasm after orgasm until you are so drowned in pleasure you can’t even talk. This old bastard knows how to use his tongue well. He sucks on your clit, fucks you with his tongue, and he loves to spit on your pussy. Still, he is very much a fan of receiving so he will never deny you if you want to suck him off. He can be a little rough so prepare for a lot of facefucking.

“You taste so fucking good, come for me, darling. Make a mess on my face.”

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He is fast and deep. He likes to see your body shiver with pleasure and when he gets rough he throbs at the view of your tight pussy struggling to accommodate his size. When he is feeling more gentle he will slow down but normally he still fucks with his whole soul in it.

“Take it, take my cock like a good girl, okay?”

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If he needs it, he will take it. Not his favorite but it works. Anakin will prefer a quickie if he has to leave in a bit and he is really horny, for example, he has to pick up the twins in 20 minutes, or he has to leave for work in 15 minutes. He prefers to take his time to pleasure you and he firmly believes in the importance of foreplay.

“I gotta go dollface, let me fill you up before I do.”

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He is more versatile now. He listens to your proposals and opinions. The only risk or experiment Anakin will never consider is a threesome. You managed to introduce new activities to your sex life and Dilf!Anakin learned that being pegged and having his ass eaten is actually pretty good. If his partner wants to try something new, he will try it first before he judges it.

“Where did you even buy a strap that size?”

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Three to four rounds. But they are long and heavy. Like I've said before he prefers to take his time. Anakin will at least make you come one or two times before he does. Even overstimulates you if he feels like it. Each round varies on his mood as well! From 40 minutes to almost two hours. He always says there’s no rush. He can go from 9 to 5, 5 to 9.

“Gimme me another one, princess. Just one more okay? And it’s done.” (it’s a lie!)

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Young Anakin was stupid. He used to say he would never allow a toy to replace his cock but now he is more than happy to leave your hands tied up and press a bullet vibrator against your clit. He will even make things that aren’t toys into toys. This one time he won a back massager at a Christmas lottery at work, and he used it on your for hours. The massager was kinda shitty so the motor burnt after an hour or so, and multiple times he has used the handle of your hairbrush to fuck you. He isn’t opposed to toys on him, and his favorite (embarrassing!) is a prostate stimulator you surprised him with.

“Spread your legs further baby. if you can fit my cock in you, you can fit this.”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease. He is so mean when he feels like it. Anakin won’t stop until you are begging for him to let you come, for him to stop, for more… it makes him feel young again and gives him a surge of power that keeps him going.

“You can take it, shut up. I’m not even halfway done with you.”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He isn’t loud but he groans and moans with that husky, deep voice of his. When he is about to empty himself inside you he might get slightly louder, more aggressive even. He is very talkative though. He will never shut up with both praises and degrading.

“I’m gonna come inside you baby— don’t fucking move. I’m gonna fill you up— fuck— real good…”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is into anal play. And it’s entirely your fault. When you finger his ass while he is fucking you missionary, he climaxes almost instantly. He wasn’t sure in the beginning but he is so happy he listened to you. Subsequently, he also enjoys having his ass eaten.

“You are such a dirty whore eating me like that.”

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

OH— 8.5 inches, not 9, God isn’t that graceful. It’s more thick and slightly curved upwards. Uncut. Due to age his balls are heavier and his sack hangs a bit but it’s hotter. Even his dick is dilf material. His pubes are a slightly darker blonde color than his hair and he has a pretty vein on the side that pulses every time he comes.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit.”

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High. High. High when he is next to you. He is a horny old man. I won’t say he fucks you daily because you both have work schedules and things to do, but he will gladly fuck you daily if he has the chance. You make him feel like a hormonal teenager all over again.

“It’s not my fault you are so hot, dollface. I just want to make you scream my name all day.”

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He sleeps until you are asleep. He makes sure you are comfortable and pleased. Anakin loves spooning so prepare for him to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his face on your neck. When he sleeps he snores a bit so sorry if that’s a problem… it is not, shut up. Cuddling and waking up tangled in each other's arms is always guaranteed with Dilf!Anakin.

“Sleep well baby, you did soo good. You make me so proud, I love you.”

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thesassypadawan · 2 months

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So Proud *part 2* (Hayden x FemReader)

Summary: (Takes place during the filming of ROTS) You’re so proud of Hayden and you feel like words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead. Hope you lovelies enjoy part 1 as well!

Warnings: 18+ (mdni), because there’s just a tiny bit of the smut. Oral (Hay receiving) and, as always…Hayden’s big dick.

Notes: A little something for @jediskywalkerblog! I really enjoyed writing this, made me feel all warm and spicy! Hope you like it! ❤️

- You’re so proud of Hayden! It’s not every day that someone so young is cast into a role so big. And here he was smiling, loving each minute he gets to play Anakin.

- Fortunately, you get to not only witness this magical time in his life. You also get to take part, helping him transform into the dashing jedi knight morning after morning.

- You know you tell him constantly how much you are. Which is almost always accompanied by his cheeks turning red and that shy little smile; so cute and yummy. But sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.

- It didn’t take long to figure out how you wanted to do so and an even shorter amount of time to get it all ready. So with a plan in place, you waited patiently for the perfect moment to come along. And that just so happens to be today.

- “All right, people, that’s a wrap! See you all on Monday! Enjoy your weekend off!”

- Wearing a huge grin, he comes jogging over to you. “Hey, angel! You miss me?”

- You can’t help but roll your eyes at him. “You know I’ve been here the whole time, Hay,” you giggle, swinging your legs.

- “I do,” he laughs. Reaching up to help you down from the crate you were perched on. The tall one he insisted you use, so you could ‘have a good view of everything’. More like so he could have a good view of you. “I just meant; did you miss spending time with me since lunch?”

- So sweet, so cheesy. Back on solid ground again, you rise up on your tip toes. “When you put it that way.” And place a tiny peck on his cheek. “Then yes, missed you.”

- You watch as that grin grows even bigger, making your heart melt. “Missed you too.”

- Wrapping an arm around your waist, pulling you close against his side. He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Now come on. Let’s get me de-anakinized, so we can go enjoy our weekend together.”

- Doing the same yourself, you give him a playful bump with your hip. “Couldn’t have put it better myself.”

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- Once you finally ‘de-anakinized’ Hayden, you two return to his trailer. Where he, much to his great dismay, is told that he’ll be showering alone.

- It takes everything in you to not cave in and join him. Especially when he gives you that sad, little pout. “But we always do after work.”

- Despite all of this though, you hold your ground. Because, dammit, you worked hard on this plan and you aren’t going to have it derailed now. “I promise to take an extra long one with you tomorrow.”

- Thankfully your counteroffer was enough. “Fine, but I’m holding you to it.” And when you hear the water turn on, you get to work.

- Fixing yourself up a bit, so you no longer look like too much of a hot mess. Tidying and straightening up the bed, because it was still destroyed from last night; opps. And, finally, slipping into a little something. Something that was black and lacey, and he was sure to love.

- Just as you’re finishing up, the bathroom door opens and out steps Hay. All in his wet hair and wearing only a towel around his waist glory.

- Seeing you, a sly smiles spreads across his face. “What’s all this for?”

- Placing a hand on his chest, you guide him back towards the bed. “To show how proud I am of you…all weekend long.”

- Casually you remove the towel, letting it drop to the floor. Before gently pushing him down onto the mattress. “All weekend, huh?”

- Straddling his waist; you lean forward, brushing your lips across his. “Yes, to show you how hardworking you are.”

- You press tender kisses along his jaw. “How you’re so passionate.” Making him shiver, an ‘angel’ falling sweetly from his lips.

- You nip at his neck, teeth barely grazing over his sensitive skin. “So driven.” Making him whimper all cutely, unconsciously tipping his head to the side.

- You glide your tongue across his collarbone. Then slowly trail down to his chest and further after that. Following the lines of his body, along the path of his happy trail. Taking your time to savor every last delicious inch of him. “So caring.” Making him shudder, goosebumps forming in your wake.

- You come to rest between his thighs. Kissing up and down his shaft, licking hungerly at his base. “So proud of you.” Making him let out a breathy moan, fingers tangling in your hair.

- You pause. Gazing up at him lovingly, you whisper. “Never forget that, Hay.” Before wrapping your lips around his drooling tip and sucking harshly. Making him throw back his head, a low hiss escapes him.

- You’re so proud of Hayden! You know you tell him how much constantly, but sometimes you feel that words aren’t enough…that maybe you should show him instead.

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aurora-starwars · 1 year

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Maybe strange request? Anakin x fem Padawan reader (platonic/familiar) who discovered a way to manipulate and control plants with the force .

I'm So Proud Of You That It Makes Me Proud Of Me

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!Padawan!reader (platonic)

Summary: When reader figures out how to manipulate plants with the force, Anakin is beyond proud

Word Count: 0.5k

Warnings: none, just fluff <3333

A/n: Thank you so much for requesting! I hope this lives up to your expectations! Enjoy!

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“Look! Look! Master!” [Name] shouted with a smile.

Anakin Skywalker had been sent on a mission with his padawan, [Name] [Last Name], to retrieve intel on the separatist droid army on a planet not far from the Mandalore system. Today marked day two of the stake-out, and himself, his padawan, and the 501st, were all more than willing to get used to the flora and fauna of the planet. The planet was naturally beautiful, and seeing as there seemed to be little to no signs of the droid army, he let his padawan run off and practice.

Anakin looked over to her with a smile at the ready, already planning to say “That’s great, young one”, sure that whatever move she had just perfected was great. But as he looked over, his smiled dropped.

Anakin always knew his padawan was talented and skilled with the force, otherwise the counsel would have never assigned [Name] to him. But as he watched the scene play out in front of him, he was beyond impressed.

[Name] had some how managed to what appears to be manipulating the plant in front of her with the force.

It was one thing to move and control the movement of objects and life around you, it was another to seemingly make a plant react in very organic ways with means of force manipulation. Anakin knew this. He knew that the force could help suggest things, but manipulation of plants! That was completely unheard of.

Anakin’s jaw was on the floor as he watched his padawan coax a night flower into opening during the day. Then he watched as [Name] moved roots from the ground and slither up to his foot before tying itself around his ankle.

[Name] couldn’t help but laugh as she made the roots pull away, causing Anakin to fall to the floor.

Anakin, who would usually be annoyed at this, couldn’t help but laugh as well. But not about how he fell, it was a shocked kind of laugh about the fact that he just witnessed his student do the impossible.

To say he was proud was an understatement.

“[Name], this-this is amazing! How did you do that?” The proud look on his face wouldn’t be wiped off for the next week.

“I don’t know, I just tried to feel the plants like you would when using the force with animals, and boom!” [Name] beamed, not even believing it herself.

“Boom is right! You know, I don’t think I tell you this enough but you are really skilled with the force.” Anakin smiled as he thought back to the skill [Name] had continuously demonstrated throughout her years as a padawan.

“You think I’m good?”

“More than good! I think, with a few years of good practice, you might just be the best!” Anakin beamed, his smile reflecting his padawan’s.

“Better than Mace Windu even.” Anakin added, smirking but keeping his voice low, as if he would appear at the mention of his name.

[Name] giggled at his comment. Anakin smiling to himself before finishing:

“You know, I am proud that you are my padawan.”

A/n: Again, a little short but I hope enjoyed it! Thank you for reading and please feel free to request, and if you do please check out the request guidelines!

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starlazergazer · 2 years

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Just Wanted to Help

Pairing: Anakin x reader

Summary: Your master isn’t the greatest. Every mistake seems to fall on your shoulders no matter who was truly at fault and you aren’t sure how much more disappointment at the hands of those you look up to you can take. So what happens with Anakin a boy who you’ve been fighting with since you met him when you were kids finds you crying in the hallway?

Warnings: Hella sad, lots of angst, promise a happy ending though!

Word count: 4k

A/N: Honestly just wanted to write a “who did this to you” moment with our boy Ani and built a whole fic around it so let me know what you think!

You hadn’t made it far before you had to stop, had to find a small corner hidden as much as possible, because truly you weren’t sure where to go.

It wasn’t the first time you’d seen the jedi council disappointed in you. Probably wasn’t the last. But there was only so much a person could take.

These were the people you looked up to most in the world (or at least most of them) and to have them day after day hear stories that were at best half truths about your insubordination and believe them, was heartbreaking. These were people who seemed proud of you as a youngling, people eager to see where your intelligence, ingenuity, and great command of the force would take you as a padawan and to see them slowly come to terms with who you had become…

No, you had to remind yourself, it wasn’t who you had become it was who your master was making you out to be. Because this wasn’t your fault. As usual it was some unfortunate circumstance. But how many accidents can one person endure before you start to wonder if it wasn’t truly their own fault.

You sunk down into a dark corner, throwing you head down into your hands and burying you face in your knees. You just couldn’t do this anymore. It went beyond just seeing master yoda, master Obi-wan, even master windu disappointed with you. Ultimately it was seeing things unfold one way and being told they happened a different by your master.

Too many nights you’ve come back proud of your progress, how you handled yourself on the battlefield only to be ripped apart for those very same actions and told that you made the wrong decision at every turn. It was like you didn’t know what to think any more, was it truly an accident or had you missed the signs that seemed so obvious when recounted by your master. Should you have just known? Was your connection to the force just weaker than you originally thought?

You could recognize the patterns in your own mind, your thoughts starting to spiral and more than anything you were just tired. Tired of thinking, tired of acting, tired of being a jedi.

You could feel the lump in your throat build, threating to burst, the pressure building in your chest, tears threatening to spill. The deep breaths you were told to use to calm yourself were turning into shallow rapid ones.

You had worked so hard to get here. Had given up a family and the chance to ever know them. Had given up the chance to ever make friends with the other younglings so you could train better. Had given up countless nights sleep studying, training. And for what? To come to the realization that you just weren’t good enough.

You felt his presence down the hall before you ever heard the footsteps approach you. Immediately you were trying to control your breathing, to quiet yourself, wishing harder than ever before that you could disappear on the spot.

But the odds were again just not in your favor, as Anakin’s boots came to stop right next to where you were sitting in the corner. You just couldn’t deal with him right now, couldn’t deal with another stupid fight, with another person looking at you like you were the most worthless person in the galaxy.

With a deep breath you tried to collect yourself, wiping furiously at your eyes to clear them and your face of any tears before you looked at him, not even bothering to stand.

“Anakin I’m not in the mood”

You watched his gaze harden beneath yours the way it always seemed to when he realized you were looking at him which unfortunately happened far too often. Anakin may be an ass but like it or not he was rather nice to look at.

Anakin, however, stayed rooted to the spot, not moving a muscle as his eyes scanned over your face. With a sigh you pushed yourself to your feet, if he wasn’t going to leave you alone then you would give in and be the first to leave. You did not have the energy for a petty squabble tonight you just wanted to sleep.

His hand was on your cheek before you could even process what was happening, a slight flinch running through you instinctively, but his touch was…soft? You looked to the mans face in confusion only to be met with a completely different look than before, one of concern.

One of pity.

You felt the anger rise in you instantly. If there was one emotion you were used to in regards to Anakin Skywalker it was anger. You didn’t need his pity, his was just about the last persons pity you wanted.

You pushed off his hand without a word, glaring at the man before walking past him tossing a “leave me alone” over your shoulder.

Though clearly not loud enough as you felt fingers enclose around your bicep stopping you from getting any further.

You whirled around in surprise, coming face to face with an Anakin wearing an expression similar to the one he had when he first caught you crying on the ground.

“Who did this to you?”

His tone of voice melted away any anger immediately. He was practically seething. You’ve known Anakin since you were 8, had spent about as many years since with him mad at you for one thing or another but you had never heard him this angry before.

“It’s nothing Anakin leave me alone” You tried to shrug off his arm but he didn’t budge, pulling you closer to him more than anything.

“It’s clearly not nothing Y/N” His tone was much softer at this point, a large part of his initial anger hiding back behind the wall he liked to put up between the two of you.

“Regardless it doesn’t concern you” You shook off his arm but remained planted in place, looks like you weren’t getting out of this as easily as you had hoped.

“You were crying on the floor” Anakin responded bluntly “that concerns me”

You shook your head and broke eye contact with him, feeling more pathetic than anything else.

“Look you can either tell me now or I can figure it out on my own but I’m not letting this go” Anakin sighed, crossing his arms over his chest “so just tell me what happened”

You glared up at the man, a familiar feeling of annoyance rising within you because you knew he wasn’t wrong. Anakin Skywalker was nothing if not relentless.

“My communicator was damaged in the fight” You explained with a huff finding your eyeline jumping to focus on just about anything other than Anakin’s eyes. “I missed the order to retreat and kept pushing forward instead”

Anakin’s whole body seemed to deflate before you with a sigh “How many troopers to did you lose?”

“None” You shook your head, crossing you arms almost defensively in front of you “That’s not the problem. I managed to get us all out. I’m being reprimanded for disobeying a direct order”

You could feel his anger spike through the carefully constructed wall immediatly “but you never got the order”

You could’ve laughed at the futility of it all. Right as he was that of course didn’t really matter “Order was sent, I didn’t obey that order, end of story”

Anakin shook his head “Well have you talked to your master maybe he can plead your case to the council”

At that you did laugh, a low defeated laugh that just escaped you before you could stop it “my master was the one who told the council I disobeyed”

You watched the confusion flash across his face because of course he didn’t get it, he got lucky, he got Obi-Wan a man who could be the posterchild for what was moral and just. You of course didn’t get so lucky. “It’s fine Anakin just drop it” You dismissed it, turning to walk away.

“But that’s not fair” You heard him call back at you over your shoulder.

“Yeah well that’s just the way it works” You replied with a shrug stalking off down the hallway, you could really use a nap after everything.

You had used his name. That was the first thing to tell Anakin something was really wrong. For about the last ten years you’d called him all sorts of things, sky boy, oh chosen one, a whole host of teasing nicknames but never once had he heard his name fall from your lips.

Until he found you crying on the floor.

And just like he’d never heard you say his name before he’d never heard you make that noise before either.

You were tough and not just in the physical sense. Yeah you had been able to take just about anything he could throw at you in training but also anything the other kids could throw at you. It was obvious from the time he had been brought in that you didn’t exactly get along with the other younglings. Like it or not you were a girl, a girl with an innate connection to the force and an uncanny ability to beat any of them in a fight. There were intimidated and they took it out on you and you took it all with your head held high.

So when he saw you crying on the floor he was ready to deck whoever had put you there no questions asked, his hands almost instinctively curling into fists at his sides.

Then you looked at him with your big sad eyes, a slight wobble in your voice from a lump you couldn’t quite clear, and you brushed him off.

No witty comment, no angry remark, just a total dejected dismissal. And he couldn’t help it, he just melted on the spot, watching a single stray tear snake its way down your cheek. And he wanted to be the one to wipe it away, to wipe every bad feeling away.

And it was fair that you pushed him away again. He knew he deserved it. He hadn’t exactly set himself up to be a guy you go to for comfort. But to be fair you never seemed like you needed one. You were constantly at the top, the person everyone went to for guidance and leadership, or at least he knows you were his first choice to be that person.

So if he couldn’t be there for you for comfort he would for every other sense. Because it wasn’t fair for you to take the blame for something that so clearly wasn’t your fault. You walked into a battle you weren’t even supposed to be in in the first place with no warning and managed to get every clone under your command out safely. If anything you deserved to be commended.

So he did the only thing he thought made sense, he went to Obi-wan.

It only occurred to him that that may not have been the right decision when you stormed up and kidnapped him from dinner. Roughly dragging him from the table he was eating at without a word into the empty hallway.

“Come on Y/N/N you know I prefer you buy me dinner beforehand” He didn’t know why he made the comment, regrets it the moment it slips out of his mouth. He had a long unfortunate history of saying the wrong things to you at the wrong times.

His comment has the expected effect as your expression grows even more angry, pushing him into a wall and holding him against it lightly with a hand on his chest.

“Did you talk to the council?”

His brain takes a moment to comprehend you question, an effect that seems to take hold of him whenever he’s in your vicinity only exasperated right now by your hand on his chest. Because even though you were clearly angry at him, and even though he was sure he somehow deserved it, you were yet again the only thing he could focus on. “I just explained what happened”

“Maker, Skywalker this wasn’t your situation to fix” You exclaimed angerly, pushing off of him and stepping back, running an angry hand through your hair.

“I got you off of library duty as punishment” He defended, anger slowly rising in him that he just couldn’t manage to push down. Afterall he had helped you how could you not see that?

“I didn’t ask you to” You yelled back at him. “You did nothing but undermine me to my master and the council”

“I was trying to help” Anakin yelled back anger rising and then falling as he watched you do nothing but shake your head at him dejectedly in response before turning on your heel and walking away.

And like after too many of his interactions with you Anakin was left feeling empty, regretting just about everything he had said.

You stalked back and forth in front of his door, talking yourself into and back out of knocking. You and Anakin had had fights before, your relationship was practically built upon them, but this one felt different, more personal.

For the first time you had opened up to Anakin, that was probably one of the deepest and longest conversations you had ever had with the man. And you don’t doubt he truly thought he was doing what was best but that didn’t stop your master from chewing you out after the fact. He notably wasn’t there to “fix” you being called a useless idiot unworthy of the jedi robes on your back. He had truly no right inserting himself into a situation he did not fully understand.

And before you could talk yourself out of it you were knocking on his door, coming face to face soon after with a very confused looking Anakin.

“Look” You sighed, ringing your hand awkwardly in front of you “Can we talk”

With a reluctant nod Anakin stepped back gesturing you inside. With a deep breath you took the invitation, strolling past him and taking a seat before you could lose any nerve. You’d never been inside of Anakin’s room before.

“I’m sorry for blowing up at you like that” You apologized first, deciding beforehand that if you were to talk to him that would be the way to start “I know you were just trying to help but…” and you couldn’t help but pause, couldn’t help as you looked up at the man who had spent so long torturing you growing up, couldn’t help but wonder where it all went wrong “I just wanted to be you friend”

The shock and confusion was obvious on Anakin’s face and you were sure your face was a close match. The words slipped out before you could even think about them, but oddly enough you didn’t regret them, so you did the only thing you could think to do, you kept going.

“When we were eight” You explained, breaking eye contact with Anakin, not sure you could make it through what you wanted to say with him looking at you like that “You had to have seen how well I got along with the other kids. I just felt so…alone. And in comes this cute new kid and with him my hopes to finally make a friend. And you know what happened?”

With a sigh Anakin sat down next to you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees “I blew you off”

You shook your head softly “I just don’t get what happened. I met you and everything was fine, more than fine I thought we were going to be friends. We were laughing, talking. We hung out for like what a week? Two?. Then one day you were pulled into a training session with the rest of us and it was like I had punched you in the face with the grudge you seemed to hold over me. I just want to know what I did”

“You didn’t do anything wrong” Anakin was quick to assure you with a sigh, forcing himself to sit up straighter. You could practically feel him talk himself into the next words he wanted to say, pushing false confidence into himself. “Do you know how hard it is for me to think straight around you”

You nearly recoiled physically with your surprise. Of all the things you thought Anakin could say that was not one of them “What?”

“Back then, now, whenever I’m around you you are the only thing I can think about” His words came out quickly you growing more and more confused with each one “I find myself spacing out of everything else going on around me and just think about you. How beautiful you look, how wonderful you smell, I want to know what you’re thinking, what you’re day’s like.” He took a deep breath, eyes only then breaking contact with the ground to meet yours “I can’t do that, I can’t drop everything else just because you walked into the room so I tried to push you away”

You shook your head “but you never really pushed me away. You were always there with some snide comment or some criticism”

A sad laugh laced Anakin’s voice as he responded “do you truly think there is any distance I could hold you at that would keep my thoughts from constantly returning to you?”

You just shook your head, your eyes bouncing in between his eyes you tried to draw any additional meaning from them “what are you saying?”

Anakin sighed, turning fully to take your hands into his, you barely even registering the contact at this point “I mean that even thought I know it’s against the code, and even though it makes my job exceptionally harder, I am totally and completely in love with you, and I have been since we were 8”

You opened your mouth to speak, stopping yourself as you realized you had no idea what to say, closing it again before opening once more“Ani I-“

He cut you off, not ready to hear you reject him yet, not ready to face the reality of the situation and choosing instead to stay in a period where you seemed to at the very least tolerate him. “And I’m saying that you can trust me completely when I say what happened wasn’t your fault”

Almost instinctually your eyes cut from his, not ready to face where you knew the conversation was headed next.

Instead, Anakin reached out, cupping your cheek softly and dragging your gaze back to his “you don’t deserve to be punished for mistakes that weren’t your own”

You could already feel the lump forming at the base of your throat, already forcing down deep breaths to steady yourself, refusing to let yourself do the easy thing and look away, instead opting to grab his hand off your cheek and clutch it in your own “But how do you know that?”

Anakin cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

And though try as you might you just couldn’t keep the wobble from your voice “how do you know it wasn’t my fault?”

You could see Anakin start to protest immediately but you just shook your head, sitting up slightly straighter commanding his attention with a big breath “he’s a Jedi master, who’s not to say he’s not right when he says I should have known, that I made the wrong decision, that there was a better way to go about my mission?” You could feel yourself starting to ramble, words rushing out of you as if trying to beat the tears “What if there were signs I missed, what if I should’ve felt something in the force, what if” you paused breathing in a heavy breath fighting down the uncomfortable tightness in your throat as you prepared to say the words you’d never spoken out loud before “what if I’m not cut out to be a Jedi”

“That’s absolutely absurd” the words were out of Anakin’s mouth seconds after you had finished your own “Do you know why it was so easy to get Obi-wan to listen to me when I told him what actually happened?” He didn’t even pause to give you a chance to answer “It’s because he already knew your masters story couldn’t be true, he already knew that you were better than disobeying a direct order. I don’t think he even trusts my abilities that much”

You tried to cut in, more fears and doubts coming to the surface though Anakin kept going, not giving you a moment to let your thoughts spiral any further.

“We’ve all known it since we were kids Y/N/N. You were always the one to beat, the one exceling in every training battle like it was nothing, the one with no issue connecting to the force. You deserve to be here more than anyone else, possibly more than even me”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment, wiping tears threatening to spill over before they even got the chance. “It’s just hard” You tried to explain, reaching desperately for the right words “to be constantly told you’re wrong, inferior, undeserving by the very man meant to teach you”

“It’s why I wanted to help” Anakin sighed dejectedly “you deserve a master who acknowledges your skill, you walked into a battle you were unprepared for and overwhelmed in and still managed to get every one of your men out safely. That’s certainly not nothing”

You couldn’t even try to fight the smile that crossed your face, it was something you had been proud of to before your master had gotten to you. “Thanks skyboy”

A grin crossed the mans face at the sound of the use of his nickname, his posture relaxing for the first time since you had walked in.

“But I need to fight my own battles, stand up for myself”

“You know not all battles need to be a solo mission” Anakin responded slowly “there’s a certain strategy in having a partner you can rely on”

You smiled softly back at him “I know just…just can you talk to me first next time?”

Another grin spread on Skywalkers face and you nearly melted on the spot, a similar one slowly growing on your own face “next time?”

“I know we were only friends for a few weeks back when we were like 8 but I’ve missed you Ani” You admitted in a small voice “and I know its against the code, and it makes your job exceptionally harder, but I am totally and completely in love with you, and I have been since we were 8”

And before you could comprehend anything further Anakin’s had was cupping your cheek pulling you into him, your lips meeting his in a kiss you’ve been waiting on for nearly 10 years.

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perfectlyboring · 2 years

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Struggle For Light (Anakin Skywalker x fem!oc)

pairing: Anakin Skywalker x younger! fem!oc

summary: soulmate au that takes place some point after order 66, Anakin isn’t burnt though! Just a drab I did about my Star Wars oc getting Ani to come back to the light. Super angsty and fluffy.

warnings: angst (force restriction, pining, heartbreak lmao), light injury to oc, kidnap, nothing too specific

word count: 4.25k

A/N: I’ve never posted my writing before so please go easy on me!! I wrote this a while ago but I’m kinda proud of it. I know it’s not exactly canon but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Rori couldn't suppress the quaking tremble that rocked her nerves in the presence of the all powerful Sith. From her place on the floor, the cold plated ground burned into her knees. The invisible force around her body constricted, pinning her movements harshly.

"Ah. We finally meet, young one." Darth Sidious hissed. His glowing amber eyes burned holes into her flesh, and it took everything in her not to flinch. Her eyes flickered to the looming dark figure standing just beside him.

Anakin.

No, not anymore. But she knew there was something of his former self buried within him, she could feel his light, clawing at his cage of suffering to be free.

Their eyes met, and she searched out the light in his eyes. However, she couldn't feel him.

A cold, biting frost curled inside her and for a moment, she wondered if her soulmate would never truly come back to the light.

"I've scoured the Galaxy looking for you. The last puzzle piece required to finally—" He placed a shriveled hand on Vader's shoulder. Though it wasn't comforting—it was claiming. Vader was his pawn, his puppet for dark bidding. "..cleanse the weakness from my apprentice."

He stalked forward then, and Rori forced herself to follow his movements, refusing to bow to his will, albeit it suffocating.

"And now that you're here, your fate is sealed. By taking your life, my apprentice will finally be free of his conflict, and free to rise up and rule on the Throne of the Sith." His words slithered across her skin, stroking the hard to swallow sinking feeling inside her. "That is—unless, you bow to the power of the Dark Side. Pledge your allegiance to your overlords, and I might have him spare your life."

There it was. An offer. A way out.

Still, there was a roaring beast inside of her that could never allow herself to turn in the way that they had. A single line of purpose drew her eyes back to her soulmate, before she angrily flickered her gaze up at the Sith.

"Whatever you have to offer me—I don't want it. I will never bow to you." She managed to keep her voice steady, her soft features set in determination, her jaw set.

"Such fire you have." He hissed, presence circling around her. Testing. "Such potential for greatness. That anger inside of you—it could give you so much power."

Rori winced at his words.

"Ah, I see." He spoke. "Conflict, yes. But there's more—your feelings drive your will." He paused, coming to stand above her appraisingly. She felt an aggressive tug at the front of her mind as his clawed hand rose to her head.

She gasped in pain at the sharp intrusion, blinded by the shuffling and peeling away at her mind.

"There it is." He grunted. "Pain. Suffering. And..rejection. Abandonment. Your family is gone, your very fate balanced in the hands of my apprentice himself. You only have one option—allow yourself to indulge on those powerful emotions."

She managed to open her eyes, immediately locking onto Vader's. Though his eyes glowed russet, she searched for him anyways. He was in there. Somewhere buried in his own self-isolation was Anakin, the hero from the Clone Wars she'd always heard about. A boy so powerful in the light that he became a hero.

Sidious hissed then, a wheeze of disgust.

"Compassion." He growled out the word. "Is weak. It is easily squashed in the face of true power."

"I won't give in, Sidious. Your attempts to manipulate me as you have done with Anakin won't work." Rori heaved with the force of his prying at her brain.

She felt her breathing echo in her ears as she struggled to find the defining thread of calm in her mind. When she felt it, she grabbed on with both hands and held onto it forcefully. Her ivy green eyes held steady with his own, and with one slight push—she knocked the looming void of darkness further from her head.

The dark lord let out a short gasp of surprise—stepping a foot back from her.

"Confounding." He breathed in a hiss, his eyes burning down at her. "Vader's soulmate is force-sensitive." Though there was an underlying icy chill in his words—he wasn't praising her, no—he was testing her. Eyeing her with intrigue, suspicion—and greed.

She held his gaze, and just she felt his sharp tendrils creep back into her brain—she gathered her energy and quieted her mind to push once more. She felt his hold slip momentarily as he physically slid back another foot.

She was trembling visibly now, the force of her energy untapped and raw. She'd spent her whole life concealing her ability in fear of who might notice the connection.

Well—she guessed the lothcat was out of the bag now.

Sidious seemed to set his shoulders, a snarl echoing from his mouth. She figured that was it—she would likely be slaughtered here in front of them both, left for dead with a saber burn through her chest. Her eyes flashed to Vader again, allowing herself another glance at who her soulmate might've been. She could almost picture it—in another way, another life—she could see herself alongside him at the Old Republic temple of the Jedi, could see his boyish light, his eyes unmarred by darkness.

That was when Sidious let out a sharp cackle of delight that had her snapping her attention back to him.

"Truly remarkable. Your darkness rises, and light comes to meet it. Your abilities, your connection to the Force, it reminds me of the raw strength I once sensed in my young apprentice." One claw rose as he spoke, a dark grin on his pale, scarred face.

"Untapped potential for power. With my guidance, you could lead the Sith from the throne alongside your soulmate. Yes, yes—I see it now. The Galaxy would be forced to their knees in the presence of you both—your dyad in the force is strong—ruling together as one would be much more beneficial to me."

Then, for the first time throughout the confrontation, he turned towards his apprentice. His figure, however, slinked back so he was standing to her side.

"I see a new opportunity for the both of you, Vader. One that will only strengthen your power." He lowered his hand and let one mangled claw scratch against her jaw, lifting it to face Vader again. Rori inhaled sharply at the scrape digging into her soft flesh, her features twisting in a flash of disgust. "This girl is your prophecy. I know you desire her—you cannot hide such an emotion, my apprentice. Your soul aches to intertwine with hers, your force signature longs to claim her as your own. Her beauty is undeniable—" His claws scrape deeper into her jaw, as if presenting her face to his apprentice invitingly. "Her connection to the force mirrors your own, her bravery and rebelliousness are cunning."

His grip digs into her skin, making her stifle a whimper of pain. Her heart thrumming in her chest, her arms still struggling to break free of the invisible binds that held her down.

"Rise and claim her, Vader. Fuse your power with her own, and you will be unstoppable, unbeatable. And if you will not—then you will rise, and you will kill her. You will consume her life force, and all the raw power she holds will be yours." He barked.

She felt a sizzling electric current slither into her body, a sting of electricity that curled into her bones. All attention turned to Vader in that moment. Though he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Sidious.

She couldn't help but allow her signature to brush against his own, seeking any sort of give in his coldness. He couldn't accept his Master's sinister plan—it would only bring darkness, pain, suffering. And she knew he had his fair share of those things already. If he accepted—then his soul was truly lost.

Her Anakin wouldn't exist any longer. Her once beautiful, shining beacon of a man who was once loved, once grounded by compassion and honor, would be finally reduced to nothing but a lost, isolated husk of the boy he once was.

And Rori would rather he strike her down with the burning heat of his saber and bleed out on the floor than witness the remnants of his light be snuffed out. And she would sooner drive the saber into her own heart than agree to rule beside him.

It was then that his flickering gaze met hers. She felt something stir within her—she felt his own signature weakly give way to her own prodding, golden bright energy. She struggled to not reveal the shock it gave her. She allowed it to bloom into her own—that was when she was racked with the intensity of his emotions—suffering, guilt, anger, longing.

And she knew it wasn't Vader's signature she was feeling—it was his.

Anakin's. The Chosen One, the hero, the one who she would have fallen madly in love with if they had met before he became suffocated be fear and anguish. The one whose soul was crafted by the force to perfectly mold with her own.

Then, he spoke.

"I will..." His resounding footsteps moved infinitesimally closer. "..claim her, Master. I was blind to her force capabilities—but now I see what I must do." His voice wracked a tremor down her spine.

She held his gaze as he slowly approached. She felt a twinge of fear bubble in her throat. His words said something different than his heart—and now she would finally see what side would win.

"The choice is yours, my apprentice. Either way..her power is yours for the taking." Sidious urged.

Her clear, sea glass eyes burned into his own. A part of her pleading—for what, she didn't know. Maybe it was to just end it for her, to save her from a life of corruption and evil. Or maybe it was to save her, save them both, somehow.

His gloved hand clenched around the hilt of his saber—and in one flash of carmine red, she felt the heat and sizzle as it ignited, heard the hum it exuded in the grand room swallowed in silence.

Though her heart now jammed uncontrollably against her chest, her mouth drying as it felt like she was swallowing hot sand—she kept her eyes trained steadily on his.

Come back to me, Anakin. Be with me.

The words pressed from her mind, and somehow, she knew they pressed directly into his. He stood before her now, looming over her like an Angel of death. If she was to die like this, at least his face would be the last thing she would see.

"Wise choice, my young apprentice." Sidious croaked from the sidelines, and she barely noticed his claws had unlatched from her skin as he floated to stand beside the display in front of him. "Strike her down, now! Set yourself free from the weakness of the Light. There will be no mortal coil strong enough to hold you back any longer—soon you will be free to bathe in true power!"

Rori breathed in, feeling a sense of calm wash over her mind as she pulled herself tighter to the Force, the burning light within her. She blocked Sidious' voice from her mind, focusing solely on Anakin's presence within the Sith before her. She kept it close to her own signature, refusing to let it weaken and bury itself back into the suffocating fog of darkness that had rooted into him. She grasped the swirling tendrils of Light with her full force, curling her own into it and tugging it up, up and up.

"Do it, Vader! Do it now!" Sidious thundered, though it seemed so far away to her ears. "Kill the final restraint to your darkness, snuff out the last of your weakness—fulfill your prophecy!"

Rori struggled with the tremors racking her nerves, struggled against the choking shadows that burned against her own signature as she dug deeper into his. Her total strength was pouring through their bond now, allowing her molten glowing Light to fully link to his own. Her bones trembled with the strength it took her to do so, as if her body was physically fighting.

Be with me, Anakin.

I know you. I feel you.

You're not lost. Not to me.

Their gazes swallowed each other whole—it was all consuming. She knew he could hear her, but his face failed to reveal any sign. His eyes though—his burning Sith eyes—for just a moment—flickered in recognition.

She felt her incessant tugging finally give way—his scalding Light shone through like a beacon amongst the night sky. It immediately sought her own—curling it's tendrils almost shyly towards her calming presence—before rolling like a freighter right into her inviting warmth.

It was then that she became aware that there was no longer any invisible binds locked tight around her arms. The icy chill of restraint had long since lifted.

She rolled her wrists behind her back in relief, though she knew better than to reveal her renewed mobility. Something in his gaze reflected that battle raging between their signatures—it was as if the armor had been reduced to ash, burnt and melted away by her incessant, flickering flame. She only sensed vindication now—he had decided. And though her heart fluttered in her throat and her body warmed at the feeling of his final give— flooded her with relief as two halves swirled into each other, reunited at last—she knew she had to allow him to take the final step.

And so, she allowed herself to engulf him fully, knowing that he would be able to read her just as easily. She blanketed him with her Light, her forgiveness, her very being——and with the first spark of their shared flame, she knew whatever he did next was his own choice. Anakin's—not Vader's.

As his arm lifted the humming saber up and over his head, his eyes flickered in the hazy red light reflected in them. And she swore, for a moment, the golden color shifted to an electrifying azure blue. The saber disappeared behind the vast expanse of his darkened figure as he prepared to strike a final blow—

Determination steeled his gaze into hers—but it was not the murderous gaze of a Sith—instead, it reflected the rising spirit of Light—of a Jedi who had conviction in himself and his connection to the Force. A connection to the Light.

Then she felt the cold hilt of his saber materialize into her open palms behind her back. An imperceptible nod from him told her that it was now time to end this suffering.

"Strike her! Do it now!" Sidious roared.

And in that moment—Aurora gripped the metal in her hands tightly, rose up from her aching legs, and ignited the burning red saber. With Sidious' attention on Anakin—she swiftly arced the blade straight into his back, spearing him right through the chest.

His cry of surprise and agony gurgled in his throat, but not before his face curled into a monstrous snarl at the betrayal.

Before she could sense it, his hand shot out and a blast of energy lifted her into the air and flung her all the way until she was crashing painfully into the pillar of the throne.

"You dare betray me?!" His words boomed, shaking the floor she was slumped against. A pain rattled through her skull, echoing in an ache that spread throughout her body.

Through hazy eyes, she watched as Sidious staggered from the blow, face seized in fury towards Anakin.

"You're weak! I always knew it to be true! Pathetic little Skywalker—" He hissed out, though she could sense his scramble to gain control as the life force faded from his body. "I am what gave you such power! You're nothing without me! You have nothing without me—"

His clawed hand shot out, attempting to pull the saber into his own grip at the same time that Anakin did the same. The glinting saber rattled at the force exerted on it, refusing to give in either direction.

"You're blinded by your weakness, Vader! You've always been weak—you've always been afflicted by your compassion! Blinded by your pathetic need to protect—yet you didn't have the strength to kill that wife of yours, and you continue to fail in killing Kenobi!" Sidious wheezed.

In an instant—the saber had flung itself right into the Sith Lord's shriveled hand.

Anakin glowered at his former Master—his outstretched hand falling slack as the words echoed around the room.

"You told me I killed her." His voice was low, thick with rolling anger. Rori could sense it though—the slight tremble in his nerves.

Sidious grinned something dark.

"I did, didn't I?"

Then, before her eyes could blink, the two lunged at each other. Anakin pushed his hand out as a snarl reminiscent of Vader curled onto his face, causing the Sith to slide back. He was quickly onto his feet for someone with a saber burn sliced clean through them—igniting the saber just in time to swing it at Anakin's offensive.

It was a swirl of black cloaks as the two grunted, gnashed their teeth, struggling for the saber hilt. It flung back forth between the former Master and Apprentice—each one not sparing a single moment to slash a killing blow.

Rori found herself flinching every time it seemed like Sidious had gained the upper hand—only to witness Anakin deftly evade the masterful saber technique. A burst if lightening tinged the edges of her vision white—crackling against the heat of the saber as Anakin blocked it.

Another blast of lightening bolted from the Sith's outstretched, clawed fingers. This time, it was powerful enough to blast the saber out of Anakin's grip, grunting as the jolt burned his flesh.

Rori, who had been sluggishly following the fight through heavy eyes, had been waiting for an opportunity to help somehow. Though, the pounding in her skull prevented her from pushing herself to stand, the hot spill of what she knew to be blood streaming down her cheek.

As Anakin briefly bounced back from the burn—Sidious' hand reached for the saber as it flew high into the air.

But Rori was faster.

With one hand outstretched, she bit down on her lip harshly to suppress the grunt of pain at the exertion she needed—and she was rewarded by the saber twisting in the air at her command. With the kyber blade still ignited, she held it suspended for a moment as she called out to him.

"Anakin!" She cried—pushing as much of her Force energy through their bond, getting his attention all within a panicked moment.

She swung her hand with the last of her strength, causing the ignited saber to hurdle straight towards Anakin's already waiting hand.

Sidious had barely a moment to acknowledge their coordinated attack—that angry snarl ripping through his gnashing teeth at the realization that the girl managed to prevail, that she was faster.

And in a blink of an eye, Anakin had gripped his saber back into his hands. With one last twist, one more swirl of his red saber, struck Sidious one last time, effectively cutting off his next words.

Silence filled the throne room as she watched—with a sickening flop! as Sidious' head rolled off his shoulders and rolled with a sizzle onto the floor.

Her body was frozen solid as she stared at the mangled body of what was once Vader's Master. Whatever came next, she could at least be assured the Sith Master's reign of evil had come to an end. She only hoped that by breaking the bond of darkness from his mind that Anakin would be free—though she wasn't sure if there was anything left within him—she wasn't sure if he would flip and strike her down as well, or if he would fall to the floor in anguish, in a further entrapment of misery and suffering.

So, when she huffed out a small gasp of pain, she was not expecting the thundering sound of heavy black boots that approached her. And she also didn't expect to see him kneel in front of her, to meet his gaze as her eyes fluttered in a wince. What she saw froze her all over again—

His eyes, now a burning azure. Like the waves of the Grandaan ocean she spent her summers frolicking in as a youngling. And they were so close now, his looming height level with her own as his burning gaze flickered across her form. He didn't seem to know what to do, with his body or his mind. But he had come to her side, and that was what mattered.

"Anakin." She murmured softly, like a brush of wind. It was an acknowledgement—a recognition of who now crouched before her. And although her head pounded, threatening to force her lids closed, she couldn't take her eyes off of him. The hand that wasn't holding the injured, angry bloom of pain across her temple and forehead reached out. Not hesitantly, but with determination.

Her small fingers gently skimmed the skin of his cheek, allowing herself this one simple pleasure. A hum of tingles erupted like the electric center of a storm—in the eye of the hurricane, where there was peace and strength.

His head tilted slightly into her touch, and her gently skimming fingers shifted to press the warmth of her palm flush against his cheek. His eyes were deep pools, and they conveyed the gravity of the emotion he was feeling. But she could feel it even more forcefully through the rush of their bond that swirled around them, their signatures humming in delight at finally being unified in the Force. His was strong—though clouded with his flood of emotion—shame, guilt, determination, and concern.

Rori couldn't help the bright smile that tugged at her lips, morphing into a beam that seemed to bring a slight shudder to his heaving form. His eyes drank her in—her gleaming teeth, the soft dimples in her rosy skin, the shining glimmer in her ivy green eyes that could only be the sheer pride that swirled around her.

She was proud of him.

"I'm sorry." His words whistled past his teeth. His thick brows were furrowed in anguish, his features seeming much older than she knew he was. Weighed down by the force of his betrayals, his mistakes.

Her smile fell into something soft, the light refusing to dim.

"You did it, Anakin." She breathed out. "You came back to me. That's what matters." Though, a shooting pain caused her words to falter then.

She winced as she lifted her hand from her head, blinking dazedly at the copious amount of red blood that was leaking down her palm, and now, dripping off her face. With a soft groan, she moved to bring her hand back to the wound. But a hand stopped her, shooting out to tug her wrist away.

His eyes were now set on the gash across her temple, a hard set locking his jaw. He replaced her hand with his own, gently cupping the wound beneath his massive palm. The flicker of pain was there, but she was distracted by the warmth of tingles that the contact brought. Then his eyes fluttered closed, his energy stilling before her. She didn't know what he was doing, but she trusted him. Trusted the spark of light that now flickered inside him.

Her bloodied hand came to rest against the Kevlar sleeve of his forearm, her other hand dropping from his face.

And then she felt it.

A tingle in her skin that sped towards the open wound in her head—it softly urged a life force into her, his life force. She was shocked when the pain began to dim, and the blood began to slow. And then the pain was gone all together—leaving a fully healed patch of skin in the place where her wound had once ached.

His eyes fluttered open then, and she noticed that his other hand had come to rest against her back, holding her slumped form from the floor.

Force healing.

She had thought it was a myth.

And now she could breathe in fully—feel the remnants of his own energy in her veins.

"Stars." She breathed out dazedly, bringing her hand up to tap against the now perfectly smooth patch of flesh.

She met his eyes again, her eyes flickering down to his lips. They were inviting, soft, pink. She blinked back up at him, waiting with baited breath for his next move. He was an unpredictable one—her Anakin. That much she could gather.

And then he was closing the gap between them, and instead of claiming her lips with his own in a searing, burning kiss—his lips gently brushed against her own for a moment. The flurry of tingles burst through the faint touch causing them both to inhale—he was hesitating. Reluctant. Holding himself back by his own fear.

So, she helped him out.

And caught his lips against her own.

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A/N: let me know what you think! Thanks for reading this far 💖

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Things that went through my mind during Ahsoka Episode 8

Ooo Ezra’s constructing a new lightsaber.

It's nice for them to acknowledge Kanan again. Those few lines is probably the most they talked about him all season

So Ahsoka was afraid that Sabine would fall to the dark side if she kept training her??? Can we just unpack that for a second? Because Ahsoka probably knew Shmi’s death was what sparked some dark side stuff in Anakin… so she probably assumed that Sabine might do the same after she lost her own family.

This show just keeps emphasizing how Ahsoka is proud to be a part of the Disaster Lineage, no matter what. I love it.

“Being a Jedi isn’t all about wielding a lightsaber” Give her a break, Ahsoka, it’s the only Jedi thing Sabine can do. It’s not like she’s going to be force-lifting rocks anytime soon. (Edit from later in the episode: I stand corrected…)

STORMTROOPER ZOMBIES ARE COOL AS FUCK

Just seeing the three of them with their lightsabers out, approaching Morgan, is so cool and such a great shot

SABINE DID IT! SHE FINALLY DID IT AND USED THE FORCE!!!

RIP Morgan. You were a great character, but I’m still happy Ahsoka killed you

Oh good, Huyang isn’t going to be left behind. I was getting afraid of that, for a second

“One wonders just how similar you might become” Is Thrawn really suggesting Ahsoka might fall to the dark side, or am I just interpreting this wrong???

The mountain/statues are CHILLING to see

ARE WE GOING TO REALLY JUST LEAVE SHIN AND BAYLON’S STORY THERE? NO REAL CONCLUSION FOR THEM THIS SEASON/SHOW??

EZRA DRESSING LIKE A STORMTROOPER AGAIN… HIM REUNITING WITH HERA AND CHOPPER… AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

“Hi, Hera. I’m home.” I AM SOBBING RIGHT NOW

Is that it??? Are Ahsoka, Sabine and Huyang just going to live with the turtle dudes now???

I’m confused, what do they sense??

ANAKIN!!! The ending shot of his force ghost, him being there with him, is so beautiful.

I actually started sobbing, and had to close my computer for a second.

The ending shot of his force ghost, him being there with him, is so beautiful.

But that’s really it??? We are getting a season two, right??????

#ahsoka spoilers #ahsoka tano #ahsoka series #ahsoka show #star wars #anakin skywalker

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jayjaymorgan · 8 days

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The Senator of the Forsaken - Part 5

Author’s Note : ...so, I'm still alive. I have literally no excuse as to why I was gone for, like, 6 months, other than I was lazy af and had a MASSIVE art and writing block. Shoutout to @farkmagic for helping me with writing this. Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : none

As the small ship touched down, raising clouds of sand and dust into the air, Rex couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

He spent the whole flight worrying that someone would ambush them, as a lone ship was an easy target for pirates and assassins. The senator was adamant that they didn’t need a fleet to accompany them, his reasoning being that the route they were taking was closely monitored for any suspicious vessels. Still, the clone couldn’t stop thinking about what Padmé told him. The look of worry and even fear in her eyes as she asked him to keep Skywalker safe left more of an impact on him than he would like to admit. He shook his head, as he reached for his helmet and put it on, getting out of the co-pilot’s seat. He glanced at the senator, who was finish typing something into the ship’s database, waiting for him patiently. “Alright, let’s go mingle.” Anakin said after a moment, with a happy glint in his eyes. He looked up at the man standing next to him and frowned. “We’re gonna have to get you some clothes. You’ll boil in that armor, and I’m not in a mood for barbecue.” Rex stifled an amused chuckle, as the senator got up and stretched his stiff back, groaning quietly. “We have a long day ahead of us.” the man mused, as he adjusted his robe and motioned for Rex to follow him. “I’ll have to visit the docking bays, see how the new guys are handling things... We just got connected to the Corellian Run, it’ll make the trading easier...”

The clone liked listening to the man talk.

Even though he didn’t understand half of the things Anakin was talking about, he really did enjoy hearing it. It gave him a chance to catch a glimpse of the world outside of the war he was so used to. To see the other side of the credit, where one didn’t have to cover in the trenches as droids gunned down the people around them mercilessly. But as he listened to the senator list off the things he had to take care of, he couldn’t help but feel... guilty. While he was here, in relative safety, keeping an eye on a politician, his brothers and sisters were out on the front, fighting for their lives.

Ever since he was reassigned, that feeling never seemed to leave his mind. It gnawed away at his psyche, even now, as the door leading outside opened, letting the relentless desert sun assault his eyes. Rex squinted, hissing in pain as he brought a hand up to shield himself from the bright light. He blinked the tears away and as he did, a breathtaking view greeted him. The ship landed in the heart of the planet’s capital, Bestine, which seemed... so out of place for a desert planet. The clone was expecting to see sand, lots and lots of it, with a tightly packed crowd of bland buildings made from clay and stone, surrounded by a barren landscape. Instead, he saw trees. He saw a lush oasis, growing along the rocky walls of the canyon he was standing in. Massive trees, ones that dwarfed even the biggest of LAAT ships Rex had the opportunity to fly in, stood tall and proud above him, their canopy shielding the city from the harsh sun, as barefoot children ran through the grass, chasing a ball, laughing and hollering, their clothes stained green and brown from rolling around on the ground. Drilled into the steep walls were numerous tunnels, with carefully carved balconies and bridges connecting the floors together. Buildings rested on the stone platforms, ranging from simple houses to shops and clinics bustling with life. Statues of dragons, paintings and carvings of the night skies adorned nearly every single house, each one special and unique. Potted plants lined the railings of the viaducts, their leaves and branches rustling in the gentle breeze. A small waterfall trickled down the wall next to what only could be the Bestine Capitol Building, which stood out from the rest, both size and style wise. It overlooked the whole settlement, as the inhabitants slowly started to gather, to greet the new comers. Rex was simply... speechless.

As he followed the senator closely, he kept looking around, taking it all in, until a sudden burst of noise caught his attention. The clone snapped back to reality and turned around, to see the gathered crowd enthusiastically greeting the senator. There was no formality to it : no bows or handshakes, nothing of that sort. Instead, they greeted the man like an old friend, with friendly pats on the back, a hug, even a gentle kiss on the cheek here and there. Greetings in many languages were spoken, too numerous for Rex to count, and soon a flower garland has found its way around Anakin’s neck. A second one followed suit, then yet another one and another. The clone watched, stunned, as the senator was quickly completely covered in flowers, as more and more people joined the gathering crowd, laughing and saying their thanks to the man. The clone felt a gentle tug on his arm, which prompted him to look away from the crowd, to see a small Twi’lek girl looking up at him. She pulled at his arm, smiling a toothy grin, as she stood on her tip toes to reach up and tie a flower crown around the clone’s helmet. It was made of small yellow and white flowers that grew in patches all around the landing platform, their petals small yet surprisingly vibrant. Once the chain of carefully tied weeds was secured on Rex’s helmet, the girl took a step back, as if to admire her work, before smiling once again and running off. She disappeared in the crowd, followed closely by her friends, before the clone could say anything or even thank her. The blond man blinked a few times, before shaking his head and once again resuming his position at the senator’s side, who was finally able to free himself from the hugs and embraces. “...what now, sir?” Rex asked, glancing at Anakin, who now looked more like a flower bush rather than a man. “Now...” Skywalker turned to his companion with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “...we party.”

…

The beating of drums traveled far and wide, reverberating through the ground and air as the people gathered around the bonfire sang and laughed. The fire crackled, sending sparks into the night sky, the fire whirling around on a gentle breeze, almost as if imitating the dancers. Benches and tables have been carried over from the nearby houses, which were now overcrowded with people and all manner of food and drinks. The tree canopy above swayed and hummed its own melody, the leaves rustling on the cool breeze. The inky sky was lit up with stars and constellations, the planet’s three moons high and proud beside them. Rex sat on the ground, with his knees pulled closely to his chest, his gaze transfixed on the two figures moving swiftly around the hearth in fluid, graceful motions. He shifted in his spot, absent-mindly tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, feeling the cotton fabric under his fingers, his eyes never leaving the dancers. The pair, a man and a woman, dressed in beautiful and intricate clothing, weaved their way through and around the gathered people, never missing a step or a beat. It was like they were beyond this realm, their blood-red clothing only adding to the sense of passion and energy emanating from them. Their golden jewelry and accessories glistened in the light of the fire, making it unable for one to look away. As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted into cheer, before settling back down once again, using the short break to refill their glasses and gossip with their fellow neighbors. The two dancers, too, sat down, to catch their breath, wiping the sweat off of their faces and adjusting their garments. The clone looked around, taking in the smiling faces, the laughter and gossip, and felt a smile of his own sneaking its way onto his face. He felt... safe, comfortable. Sure, he did stick out like a sore thumb, dressed in a cotton shirt and canvas pants given to him by a kind local, covered in sweat despite the cool, night air, but that didn’t really matter. He glanced down, at the flower crown that was tied around his wrist. The flowers were already slightly faded and dry to the touch from the lack of water, their scent gone, but Rex couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. Maybe he could dry them and hang them over his bunk back at Coruscant? Other guards had all sorts of memorabilia on theirs, surely no one would mind...

He sighed, before leaning back in his spot and looking up at the fire, his eyes scanning the people gathered around it, until finally stopping on one particular face. Anakin sat on a blanket a few feet away, engaged in a conversation with a Tusken couple, in a language Rex didn’t understand. The senator was smiling warmly, as he said something that the two found particularly funny, making them chuckle. Rex’s eyes lingered on the man, watching him closely as their conversation continued. He scanned Anakin’s face, taking in the pretty, blue eyes, a color he never saw outside the sea and sky. The fresh scar over the man’s right eye, like a small, golden crack in a porcelain vase, a perfect imperfection. The long, wavy hair, that framed his profile just right, the surprisingly pale skin, the tone of which you wouldn’t expect on a person from a desert climate... He continued to stare, until he felt a strange feeling rise in his gut, followed by a sudden wave of hotness washing over him. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, furrowing his brows. Did he eat something he shouldn’t? The local cuisine was rather spicy and salty, compared to the bland and tasteless rations he was used to. Or maybe it was heatstroke? One that only now decided to make itself known? He shook his head as he glanced at the senator again, when, something in his mind clicked. It wasn’t the food nor the weather that was causing that strange feeling.

Kriff.

#the senator of the forsaken #the clone wars #rexwalker #my writing

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phoeebsbuffay · 2 years

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Imagine you were rescued by Obi-Wan in a mission with his master Qui-Gon Jinn where they discover Force is really strong in you. So you are trained to become a Jedi. In the meantime, however, feelings grow between you two but all of a sudden your paths are separated… until you find each other ten years later. So whatever happens now? Part III.

Warnings: smut, fluffy, drama, violence. It wasn’t meant to be this long, but I assure those interested in the story that it ends here. Hopefully.

***

Obi-Wan does not leave your side ever as the days go by. Where you go, he goes. Although disguised as an ally to the Separatist cause, it is thanks to your technique that he learns how to disguise his Force.

“You have become very powerful”, he says, admired. “I see master Yoda did a great job, after all. Qui-Gon would be proud of you.”

Due to the many tasks that required your presence, you two barely have time to talk. But eventually you manage to steal part of your time in the morning to be with your beloved in the gardens.

You miss your former master as he is mentioned and a look of sadness crosses your eyes. Qui-Gon was like a father to you.

“I think I disappointed him, though”, you tell Obi-Wan as you take a seat in the midst of high gardens, away from public sight.

The Jedi Master looks at you, puzzled.

“Why would you think that?”

You have made peace with your past, but there would always be that part where the Order Jedi had hurt you. It would take some time to heal and you were oddly in good terms with it.

“Because I love you. I always did.”

Obi-Wan furrows his eyebrows, but he takes your hand into his. You see no judgement in his eyes, but the pain that mirrors yours.

“You know, had you said one word and I would have left the Order for you.”

His words come out in a whisper, but you hear them well. You blush furiously and you part the gaze, lowering the gaze to your locked hands.

“I could never ask you this, Obi-Wan.” Perhaps it is then you come to realize that you both were never different. Two sides of the same coin, that’s what you two were. “Never. I am not selfish. That is why I learned in due time to let you go, as much as it mean to have my heart broken in the process.”

It is weird how speaking your feelings out this way, so naturally, works as a healing process for you. It is as if you are putting a weight out of your shoulders after all these years. When Obi-Wan hears you say so without any sign of resentment, he comprehends more than you know.

“I’m sorry. I…” he makes a pause. Obi-Wan was never good with words, rather he was a man of actions. Words were better used as diplomatic skills. Anakin would claim he was hardly charismatic whenever he opened his mouth, which offended him to hear so.

But you understand him. More than you know. So you lift his chin and makes him look at you.

“There is nothing to apologize. This was beyond us, I see this now. But what matters is that we are here, together.”

“Together, yes”, Obi-Wan gives you a small smile, to which you give him that characteristic smile that once made his heart swell. And it does again.

So now you are well again and peace has never been felt before as it does now.

***

But peace is not destined to last for so long. You and Obi-Wan begin to plan a way to meet Dooku. After a decade of planning, the moment is here. You manage, ever so skillfully to arrange a meeting with you.

“So let us recapitulate”, says Obi-Wan as you are found alone in the meeting room. You are dressed in your black and red velvet gown with your hair carefully braided, a sight that tempted the Jedi more than you’d know due to his ever composed self. But now is not the best moment for him to notice your beauty or your curves. “You will approach the Count how?”

“I will let him know how we are going so far”, you say confidently. You’ve seen him and reported informations to him in person before and he never dreamed to know you were a spy all this time. “There’ll be talks as I will report the way I do. But we must work carefully. He must have his guard down.”

Obi-Wan rests his chin in his hand, a pose you are familiar with. He is concerned.

“I have a bad feeling about this.”

You move closer to where he is. He can tell you are more confident than in your first missions. You are a woman who knows what you want and how to get it. Every inch a queen. But the concern for your safety remains.

“I’ve done this before. A battle will eventually happen, but until it does, I have to figure out his weak spot. There certainly is one”, you ponder. Ten years in politics made you see how most powerful men were not entirely powerful. Tyrants once fell for being too self confident.

“He is not like the men you’ve dealt before, Y/N.” Obi-Wan tells you. Something weights on his heart. “He is a Sith Lord. Took us many years just to figure out his whereabouts.”

“And yet he never found out I’m a Jedi in disguise”, you remind him. “As long as you check your emotions, things will go well and the head of the Sith will be cut off, if yet we may call that. I personally don’t believe he works alone.”

Obi-Wan runs a hand in his hair.

“Yes, but how we should find this out?”

You give him a look.

“We will know soon.”

He sighs, but there is no other way to prevent this to happen. Obi-Wan regrets for letting you be so exposed. The Jedi fears for you, but he could not feed that sentiment. As you told him, it is he who has to keep his emotions in check.

But it does appear that your plans are going to be put in practice earlier than both of you expected. As soon as you follow a different path from Obj-Wan in order to disguise your relationship with the Jedi, you are told by your secretary that Count Dooku is coming to see you.

“He looks pleased by how we’ve been conducting our affairs”, you hear the man say, proudly so. “I think he wants to congratulate you.”

You conceal your feelings, doing so ever naturally. Sensing the presence of Obi-Wan, you manage to talk telepathically.

“He’s coming, Ben.”

“I heard that. We ought to be careful. Looks like this is happening before we expected. I will report Anakin to prepare his fleet as you meet the man.”

“Of course. May the Force be with you.”

“And with you.” He pauses before adding. “Please be careful, Y/nickname.”

It’s difficult not to smile at how affectionate Obi-Wan calls you.

“And you, Ben.”

So you finally part your ways.

***

The Count awaits you in the chair you usually occupy as Queen. It’s one that looks fancy, made of black velvet. This futuristic throne reclines back and forth, one of the few spots you usually feel comfortable in the palace because of how nice it is to sit there, especially when you feel the need to spend time with yourself, away from everyone.

Dressed in black robes, Count Dooku is looking right at you. He senses something is wrong and it frustrates him that he can’t tell what it is. But he does come to realize you are more powerful than him.

“Queen Y/N”, he greets you, annoyed as usual.

You don’t curtsy at him. You only nod. Even now you don’t play his game of submission.

“My lord, Count Dooku. It is a pleasure to see you.” You slide into the room, head held high as you don’t part the gaze. Your face shows defiance, aware of his ever typical distrust of you.

You notice, as you make your way to stand before him, the two lightsabers that stay each his side. You feel, almost unconsciously, yours pending behind your back. You also make you look fearful, an energy that seems to please the evil man.

“I’ve heard about the participation of your planet in the domination of your neighborhood in order to make more clones and send them to me. You have contributed to our cause.” He smirks. The Count is testing you.

You feel a slight hint of anger boil in you. But you pretend it’s all about the sphere of his influence that might affect you. Not so far from you, Obi-Wan reported to Anakin and the Council and is now going back to where you are with Dooku. He closes his eyes and is ready to meditate. He feels you, the bound you share stronger than in early days as Padawans of Qui-Gon Jinn.

“But something is amiss”, he tells you. “I have noticed one thing: only half percent of the slaves are coming to me. I wonder why. Is it your soft heart that is ruining you? An attribute I hear it’s often associated to women.” Dooku’s sly smirk twists in the corner of his lips upon his remark.

“You underestimate my influence, Dooku.” You tell him cooly. “A woman is as capable of great things as you men are.”

He laughs. It’s a cold laughter, deprived of joy. Dooku stands and moves to your direction. He had been told by the Chancellor to kill you and subdue the entire planet. The reason why, the Count was not told.

“Is it? And yet, as impeccable and impenetrable you conduct your planet, something is always amiss Y/N.”

To prove you his point, he opens the door abruptly. Just as Obi-Wan walks in, prompted for a fight.

“Do you know this man?”

“No”, you lied, so convincingly that Dooku narrows his eyes.

You are powerful after all and these last years you managed to go unnoticed in apparent loyalty to Dooku remain a reminder of his annoyance to you. He could tell something was wrong with you, but what exactly that was, he never knew. It annoys him profoundly, but he has no rush to take his angry at you. Not now.

A game is played and you follow the rules.

“Hello there, Dooku.” Obi-Wan breaks the silence between you two. “Long time no see.”

“Obi-Wan, you master the weakness eager of being the hero each time we meet”, says Dooku, sounding bored. “You came by yourself to an enemy field. Will you not get tired of getting defeated every time?”

“You will lose, Dooku. Mark my words”, he says calmly and there may be a small smirk twitching in his lips, but his eyes are serious.

The fight thus begin. You watch, baffled and perplexed, as Count Dooku takes his two red lightsabers and begins to attack Obi-Wan. Your heart is pained at the scene that devolves under your nose.

You have to play the game though. You need to convince Dooku that you are at his side, but your conscience is tired of pretending. Your sentiments are at your behest.

It is when Dooku notices it.

“So it appears I was right all along”, he says as he fights Obi-Wan. “Your feelings betray you, Y/N. And you will fall too.”

He attacks Obi-Wan with ferocity. For a moment the Jedi appears to have been defeated. And it is when Dooku turns to you. His hands are filled with small waves of lightning bolt, ready to shockwave you, but you are faster. You use your mind to create a field around you.

“What?! How?”

Anger boils stronger. You take your lightsaber and prepare to fight after years out of action. Your body is eager to taste adrenaline again. The sight of Obi-Wan unconscious makes you mad.

Dooku laughs. He tortures your beloved beneath you as you prepare to attack. He is ready to counterattack you. There is fight.

“Yes! Yes! Release your anger, Jedi!”

The Count is pleased in fighting you. He knows what the Chancellor meant now. And you know it too by extent because of the mind reading. But you would not lose Obi-Wan.

The fight is equal, neither side falls. You press your lightsaber against him, quick to defend form him. Your body remembers every lesson both Yoda and Qui-Gonn Jinn taught you.

However, there is fear and angry within you, masking the goodness in your heart. Obi-Wan might be dead. It is only fair Dooku dies in your hands.

“I hate you, Dooku!” You yell at him. “You destroy everything I hold dear!”

Dooku is just as angry, for you proved a difficult opponent. In the meantime this fight happens, an aircraft lands the planet Y/C. The Chancellor comes discreetly. It’s by twilight he gets to your palace and he comes in the right moment.

You ignore his presence, concentrated in resisting his blows. In the meantime, you barely notice that Obi-Wan is not, in fact, dead. He begins to regain conscience and he soon realizes you are tempted to the dark side.

No.

He has to do something, but it’s when he knows the Chancellor is in the Palace. There’s little time to confabulate, but Obi-Wan, slow as he may be to some points, realizes the only explanation is that Palpatine is the Darth Lord that stands behind Count Dooku’s machinations.

He has to stop him. But he also has to prevent you from falling. Obi-Wan has to make a choice. Which one, though?

***

You manage to remove one arm of Dooku. Dark side surrounds you. The Chancellor knows he’ll get you right where he wants. There’s only one Master and one Apprentice, after all. He senses you are defeating Dooku and his plans again are going right where he wants you.

You are hurt in the process, though. Your hair is a mess, there is bleeding around your neck and a new scar prompts to rise in the cut in your right cheek.

It is when you finally put Dooku in the ground. You could kill him. It’s in his eyes. Kill me. A voice is heard then:

“Kill him! End with his life, Y/N.”

You might do that. In your mind, Dooku embodies every frustration you never could deal well. To worse all, he took away the love of your life. Your eyes are filled with tears.

But there’s hesitation.

“Kill him! Do it! Do it now!”

It’s the voice of the Chancellor. You don’t need to turn your head to know. It scares you at how you have a Sith Lord in his mercy.

A voice, ever so gentle, comes to your mind: “Revenge is the not the Jedi way.”

You begin to remember the kindness and gentleness in Qui-Gonn Jinn. In your recollections, flashbacks of memories spent under his training go back. It’s about Obi-Wan. It’s about Master Yoda.

Oh. What have you allowed to become? What were you about to do?

The Chancellor looses his patience.

“Stupid girl!”

You are suddenly put under torture. You are lost, you are conflicted.

It was precisely when Obi-Wan comes. You think you may have died for you fall in his arms. Maybe that is how it ends. You are in peace and the dark that is in you dissipates. Your eyes close.

But you are not dead.

When you open your eyes, you are lying in a white bed, covered by white sheets. Obi-Wan is by your side, his eyes full of concern. He had been under a whole stress, but it seems to relieve as you awake.

He had witnessed your conflicts, your temptation, your powers. But he was also there when you resisted the calling of the dark side. Obi-Wan held you in his arms after defeating the Chancellor and Dooku.

How everything could have ended differently if you had killed Dooku mercilessly. How you would be apart had you fallen.

He weeps. You are the savior of the grace. You saved the Galaxy. You are the chosen one. However, what does it matter when he has you in his arms?

“Ben?” you ask him.

“Don’t make too much of an effort. You need to rest.” He tells you.

“Am I alive?” You question him, confused.

Obi-Wan chuckles. There is innocence intact in your heart. He melts internally at such display. You are back to being you.

“Of course you are, darling. I am not dead. I was merely unconscious.”

You blush at how he addresses you. You lean against him.

“What happened?”

“The Siths are defeated”, he tells you. “And all thanks to you.”

You reluctantly break the embrace he’d pulled you in.

“I…” your eyes are filled with tears as you now remember what happened. How close to be merciless you were, how the hurt turned to angst in the moment you faced Dooku. “I failed you. I failed you, Obi-Wan”

To feel your sadness and disappointment break his heart. Obi-Wan is quick to reassure you this is not true.

“On the contrary, my darling. You saved me, you saved us all. You were tempted by the dark side, but perhaps it was what you needed to do before you found your way back to light.” He tells you. “You restaured the balance.”

Obi-Wan tells you how, despite the Chancellor’s strength, he could not kill you. You resisted him by being good, but there was a moment where he thought he’d beat you because your resistance was indeed diminishing. But by then Obi-Wan had defeated the Count for good and Anakin’s forces came with the Jedis to rescue you. A huge fight happened, but, in short, the Chancellor had been weakened by your resistance, so he died.

You cuddle him again, feeling that same old peace as you felt when Obi-Wan held you the moment you fell in his arms.

“Now rest, dear one. We are going home.” He tells you, a smile on his face as you fall asleep in his arms.

***

You dress impeccably for the occasion. The Republic is in feast: because of you, there is no more evil. Everything is back to what it should had always been.

As the heroine, as the chosen one, you are to parade next to your fellow Jedis. You were told you’d officially become Master this day. So far you’d been acknowledged as knight Jedi.

So here you are. No more a queen, but a Master Jedi in a simple purple gown, your favorite color—which also happens to be the color of your lightsaber.

You let your hair loose and a small tiara is pressed on top of your head. Small earrings you put in your ear—the only inheritance of your times as queen. But in truth you want to look beautiful for him.

Obi-Wan is waiting for you outside. He is looking so charming in his fancy clothes, there is just something about him that makes you hot. A strange feeling you never thought to feel. You blush.

He too feels the same. The Jedi Master feels as if he’s knocked out by your dashing beauty. He wants you to himself in so many ways. But this has to wait. There is a ceremony to attend. You take the arm he offers and you go the party.

***

“I have to say”, Obi-Wan tells you as he takes you to the dance floor. Everyone is having such a great time that no one is paying attention in how close you are. Or perhaps they are pretending not to. Anakin finds so amusing how blatantly clear it is every time you look at each other. “I thought I was a man who had no issue whatsoever with sharing. But when it comes to you, I am very selfish.”

You laugh heartily at his remark. When gazing at his blue eyes, you feel at home. You smile before pulling him gently against you.

“You don’t have to share me, Ben.” You lean to whisper in his ear. “I am yours. I had always been. This is not open to discuss.”

He chuckles, his face going slightly red at your words. Your smile spreads upon what you see.

“I never thought I’d make you blush, General Kenobi”, you tease him.

Obi-Wan laughs. You bring the best out of him, he feels so light and himself with you. He does not have to go through a road of suffering.

Not anymore. No more losses.

Because you saved the day. You saved his day.

“You can do it easily, but if I remember correctly, in the days of Master Qui-Gon, you were the one who blushed easily.” He smiles as in turn you go pink.

You feel the grip in his waist go tight. You don’t complain, but, to be honest, it makes you want more. What could this be more? Such a strange sentiment…

“I wish I’ve had reasons to argument you”, you admit as you both laugh. “It was so much easier back then, wasn’t it?”

“Maybe it was”, he agrees. “But we are better now. I think all of this time required me to value you. Who you are, and who you became.”

You melt under his eye. Some other gentlemen would ask you dance had you not been so concentrated entertaining Master Kenobi. As if you cared, though.

“Ben…” it’s as if there’s just the two of you in a crowd room.

“It’s true. You have always been my chosen one, Y/nickname.”

Your blush deepens. You look away, in the hopes he does not see how you feel, how your face betrays the same old foolishness that you had as you were a blossoming young woman, when you were firstly attracted to him.

But he not only sees it, Obi-Wan feels it. His heart races. He feels the same and wishes he could tell you how much, but he’s never been a man of words.

“Are we getting shy with each other now?” He says, making you both chuckle. “We are not strangers to behave like ones.”

“But your flatteries, Obi-Wan, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to them.” You could not believe in what he’d told you. Whatever others might think about you, you could not care less. But him? To be his chosen one? You beam.

The dance eventually ends and you are forced to interrupt your flirtatious conversation so either of you participate in the rites of what would be a long night.

You realize how much you detest to be the center of people’s attention when Senator Organa praises you in a long speech and there’s a round of applauses. But everything is better when you see Obi-Wan applauding enthusiastically with pride stamped in his eyes.

“If you are trying hard to make yourself a fool, you are succeeding it”, Anakin teases Obi-Wan.

“Oh shut up, Anakin”, he responds, not really in a bad mood.

As you are awarded with the title of Master, you surprise all by refusing a chair in the Council of Jedi because you preferred to teach the younglings and going to the field when necessary. An old flame is revived and you could not help yourself. As a result you earn a Padawan. Ahsoka Tano is her name and you gladly welcome her.

“I think we are having so much fun together”, you assure her, excited with the perspective of having a Padawan.

But all you really want is to be with Obi-Wan. As the ceremony comes to end, you manage to escape people’s attention and it comes to him to find you. It doesn’t surprise him to see you in a random room.

He enters and closes the door.

“I knew I’d find you here”, he says. It used to be a favorite place for you to study in the days where both of you were Padawans. “It’s not surprising at all to track your steps, Y/N.”

You giggle, leaning against the wall. He notices your hair is loose, as if paying attention how the curls drop perfectly and naturally to your waist. Suddenly, it occurs him this gown you dress not only matches the color of your lightsaber but also salients your curves. Obi-Wan holds his breath as he steps to you, carefully holding back his long desire for you.

“It was beginning to be overbearing. Besides, you know me, Ben.”

You could not look away. He has a way to hold your gaze. You smirk as he steps closer because you feel it too. The heat there is in you, there is in him. Moved by a strange boldness that was never you, you pull him close to him.

“I want to be with you.” You whisper against his lips.

He sighs heavily. The desire is too much to bear. But even so…

“Not here. Not now.”

Without waiting for the response, or to see the disappointment that comes to your features, he leads you to his bedchambers instead. You leave the ceremony behind and no one seems to notice your absence because the party is coming to an end anyway.

Finally, you reach his bedchambers and you are positively surprised as soon as Obi-Wan closes the door, he urgently pursuits your lips, claiming them with yours. It’s a messy kiss, fervent and desperated. All the attachment you both struggled in ten years returns intently.

Neither of you can tell what to do with the unbearable heat that rises likes an explosion of flames, except by removing the clothes that are on your way. He takes you to his bed, not before he removes your gown. Obi-Wan breaks the kiss as he wants to see you as you are. Demoted from your gown.

You blush deeply underneath his gaze but you also feel desired, wanted, seen. Your dreams are coming true. Fire is about to blow.

“Touch me, Ben”, you beg.

You don’t know how, you just know. As he looks at you, he cannot help himself. Obi-Wan hears himself asking:

“Have you ever done this to somebody else?”

You smile at the subtle jealousy in his apparent innocent question. You contemplate his handsome features as you caress his face, as you play with his hair, your hands moving to his beard and slowly going to his neck. You lean to sit in his lap, rubbing yourself in his stiffed manhood.

“Never.” You tell when looking into his eyes, those inviting blue eyes. “I was always loyal to you.”

Obi-Wan slowly smiles, pride in his face stamped again. He then kissed you hungrily, turning you to bed just as you tossed away his shirt. You contemplate his well builded muscles, fingertips gently caressing his chest. All the while he kisses your neck, almost moved by instinct as he placed his hands over your breasts and begin caressing. You moan his name, wanting for more, but you don’t know how.

He is aroused by how willing you are. It is funny to an extent to think this powerful Jedi is at his mercy. Obi-Wan smirks at himself as he begins to kiss your chest and collarbone, his hands gripping every piece of you… until he slides a finger in between your legs, positively surprising you.

“Oh!”you exclaim.

Obi-Wan looks up at you, confused.

“What is this “oh” for? Darling, did I hurt you?”

He is so thoughtful that you mewl. You smile warmly at him, cupping his face with your hands.

“Never, my love. I was actually discovering how much I’ve wanted you to do that to me”, you giggle when he blushes in response at your bluntness.

So the two of you tangle your bodies for the rest of the night, discovering ways to please each other that until then none could have thought of.

Gentle as he is, Obi-Wan thrusts into you carefully and slowly, and you find yourself enjoying it so much. Slowly you raise your legs, but it does hurt a little, inexperience you are. He sees it and stops it, but before he says anything, you kiss him eagerly. It does say a lot.

Obi-Wan and you move as one. Pain mixes to pleasure and it does feel so good when he comes inside you. You don’t think about the consequences of having his seed inside you so deliberately. But who cares?

You want more. He is more than willing to comply with your wishes. You now respond to his thrusts more, and Obi-Wan heavily pants as a result.

“It’s so damn good”, he groans against your skin.

He dominates your body and you want more of that. He does not let you go on top of him. And you smile at how he proceeds with such trust.

You want him and instigate him. The slow paces grow faster. Old desperation returns. The kisses are not enough to stop the sounds of your mouths.

You scream and he likes to know he’s the reason why. He wants more. You give him that. The two of you don’t sleep until he seeds you again and again.

When he does realize what’d he done, you laugh.

“I don’t care”, you tell him as you turn on your elbows to contemplate his nakedness. A sly smirk crosses your lips when seeing him blush. “I am glad I’ll provide you children in future, Ben.”

He chuckles at the idea. Obi-Wan cannot stop stare at your bare skin, admiring you. He pulls you against him, cuddling.

“How about we leave this for when it does happen?”

You giggle. “You want it though?”

“Be with you is my priority”, he tells you, kissing your neck. “Whatever comes next, I’ll comply. As I’ll always do when it comes to you.”

You blush and bury your head in his chest. Everything is settled and you couldn’t believe how finally, oh finally, you are living the life you wanted.

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Epilogue

Padmé tells the Senate she needs your services in Naboo for about a year. No one complains because you’ve done so much for the Republic, and it’s so peaceful that, sure, why not.

The truth, however, is more than appearances could give. The reason why you go to Naboo is because you are about to give birth to twins. Obi-Wan follows you, but no one suspects at all.

“I feel tired”, you tell him. Obi-Wan is anxious and it’s up to Anakin to calm him. “I don’t think I’m dying, Ben. Please don’t stress yourself. It’s just being pregnant does take a lot of energy from me”

You chuckle, but he does not follow your sense of humor. He is preoccupied, sensing something might not go well. And what it does? What if he has a bad feeling about this?

He could not live without you. The idea of a world without you is too much for him. Obi-Wan remembers that fatidic day where you lost your conscience in his arms after a great fight with the Sith. He feared for you.

“Calm yourself, old chap”, says Anakin. “You are not helping at all by manifesting your fears. Remember that old line you told me all the time?”

You smile at that. Usually the scene happens the other way around: Obi-Wan telling his fellow Jedi and now Master Skywalker about controlling his feelings and being not so much reckless as often he is.

“You for once speak reason, Anakin”, says Obi-Wan.

Padmé interferes and takes you to the hospital herself. She does not allow Obi-Wan to come. Eventually, though, you are left alone to face the labor.

It scares you, though. The whole process of being a mother. Republic is at peace now, but will it be always? How would you be able to hide the children from the Jedi Council? You could feel the Force in your twins. Of course, with you and Obi-Wan, this would not be different.

You sigh and fall asleep. The operation begins. There is an initial difficulty, but it ends well. It’s not your time to part yet.

When you are awake, you have your husband (because of course you secretly married your fellow Jedi Master) by your side and the twins crying loud in your arms.

“I love you”, you tell Obi-Wan happily.

He looks at the children in awe, but at you with more love. Obi-Wan takes the boy in his arms.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

The twins you love would, you somehow knew, play a part in the history of Galaxy someday. Perhaps Obi-Want feels it too. But neither of you speak about it. You just want to enjoy that moment together where there is peace and love.

“How should you name the children?” Asks Anakin, curious.

You giggle, but before you open your mouth, Obi-Wan responds for you.

“The boy is Luke.”

“But the girl is Lysa”, you say.

The two of you exchanges glances. Neither seems to hear Anakin say:

“I sense a great force in them.”

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thats-it-im-fallingdown · 1 year

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I’ve posted my first time viewing thoughts on season 1 of rebels, now here’s the same for the first half of the second season!

first of all: @intrepidmare commented that the reason why rebels animation gets a lot of flack compared to tcw is because it had a smaller team and budget and less production time, but that it improves in later seasons (hablo un poquito español, lo siento!). i should clarify, i don’t think the animation for rebels is all bad, I’m actually very fond of how much more fluid it is! familiar stuff looks really off to me right now (stormtroopers, lando, obi wan, lightsabers), newer stuff looks better (the grand inquisitor, hera). i didn’t like tcw style at first either. it took me time to get used to it, but i did. i bet that by the end of season 4, I’ll have stopped complaining about it.

Siege of Lothal duology

-they’ve stopped translating karabast into caramba in the captions. huh.

-tua seems more frightened by tarkin than vader? politicians are strange creatures no matter what galaxy you’re in I guess

-it makes sense that kanan doesn’t want to get involved in a wider scale conflict, as a Jedi he probably had more direct experience fighting in the clone wars, so he’s more disillusioned with armies and wars than hera is. of course the small scale Robin Hood stuff is more his speed. also, i love how they feel like real adults with different outlooks on life. sabine and ezra are great, but i can’t stand most teenagers (and i literally am one!)

-alright, I’m at the 10:39 mark and I’m betting now that the secret other reason for lothal’s importance is kaiburr mining. it would explain why a seeming backwater planet is so important to the empire to justify sending vader and tarkin, why there’s a Jedi temple there, and ezra finding a crystal in said temple. maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong.

-all this about what zeb smells like, even from himself, and i still have no idea what he smells like. bad like a wet space dog? something else?

-vader baby! i know it’s a departure from live action, but i like the red eye pieces, they seem more realistic for looking out of

-damn Vader’s tall. i keep forgetting that

-“if that doesn’t kill him what will?” “not us” kanan, you have no idea how true that is

-burning the refugee camp to the ground.. we’re pretty far away from stealing fruit noe

-the way they all go with Hera to fight vader, Hera straight up saying “alright kids do mom and dad proud”… this show was literally designed for me to vicariously experience a unified family. fellow “my dad went to get milk and never came back” kids, children of divorce, and/or people who have been disowned by their families how are we feeling. this show definitely isn’t perfect but it’s some of the best escapism for me in particular. screw that team as family but they’re just close friends, team as family found family is where it’s at

-oooo, ahsoka and anakin back in each other’s orbits. i can’t wait! this is shaping up to be a great season already

The lost commanders, relics of the old republic

-ahh, so this is where filoni gets his reputation for cameos. i can’t really blame him, since as a Star Wars fan and writer myself, i couldn’t say i wouldn’t want to write stuff with my favorite characters. since this is an ensemble show (unlike andor, per se, which benefits from focusing on andor with others in the periphery), my opinion is that it’ll work out as long as our original cast doesn’t get crowded out. aladdin bridger and the rest of his family are who I’m interested in watching at the end of the day after all!

-(I saw that rex was in this one from the episode description) I’m curious as to how/why rex and ahsoka got separated?

-I’m digging Sabine’s new hairstyle, it works for her

-i get that it’s for dramatic tension, but i don’t see why ahsoka isn’t just. telling them who they’re looking for, especially since she’s not going along with them. they don’t know him! if you don’t tell them rex is a clone at least how would they know who they’re looking for?

-sweet walker they’ve got, really reminiscent of the republic walkers. heck, that’s what it is under years of homemaking

-I really like how kanan still doesn’t trust them completely by the end of the arc. he’s moving in that direction, but order 66 is not something that can be forgiven in a day, even taking the chips into account. not being something that’s neatly resolved in an episode it gives it more weight, and kanan feels like a deeper character for it.

Always two there are

-commander fruit. I’m reminded that this show is a gold mine for expanding the worldbuilding in the produce aisle

-the grand inquisitor isn’t dead, is he. no body, cryptic final message, he’s gonna show up again.

-i like how these inquisitors are kind of incompetent. they aren’t getting a full sith course load, and they dropped out of Jedi college. of course they aren’t the best and brightest!

-i may be. unreasonably fond of zeb. i can’t really say why? he’s big. he’s purple. his older brother energy is off the charts. he survived a genocide. he’s comic relief. he smells bad. he’s literally me. he reminds me of one of my uncles. what more can i say?

Brothers of the broken horn

-man this hits a little too close to what being fifteen years old is like. ezra, you have got to get a day planner, they’re silly but they work! that’s also my advice to my ten followers. if you keep forgetting stuff, planner planner planner. no writing it down on scratch paper or making a “mental note.”

-the classic ship in distress trap. very familiar to a Trekkie such as myself, but is less common in the gffa.

-first he’s Jabba the Hutt, now he’s lando Calrissian. forget Jedi training or blaster practice ezra needs to learn how to make up fake names on the fly

-why is the empire shooting at them? they’re bad guys, but i don’t think they’re fire on broken vessels even if they happen to be on one of their checkpoints bad guys

-hondo’s jaw horns have grown with age. makes sense, but looks both strange and inconvenient

-chopper’s homicidal tendencies make him great backup

-how have none of them hit red guy? he’s enormous! he’s bigger than the broad side of a barn and moves just as slow

-fun episode, but i think they could have focused more on how ezra has changed since getting involved with the rebels. the last lines he has with kanan feel like they’re hastily trying to clean up the flaws in the writing at the last minute mark

Wings of the master

-a blockade episode, classic star wars. there aren’t as many distinct episode conventions like there are for Star Trek, but there are a few. the blockade mission is one of them.

-Hera backstory! Hera backstory! I repeat, we have a hera episode incoming!

-i hope we learn more about her childhood on ryloth during the clone wars. I’ve always been interested by the bits and pieces of Twi’lek world building I’ve read, and the ryloth liberation arc from tcw was one i liked. also, i really like hera’s character.

-kanan asks ezra “are you in” about the supply run in the phantom but the Spanish subtitle is closer to “are you with me” (i think. i think that’s how best to translate conmigo)

-quarrie’s a fun character for a one off. biased because I’m an engineering student and he’s an engineer character who actually acts similar to a real one (yes, this is a tony stark callout. we don’t act like that) also, he’s just plain charming

-now that’s a funky ship. i like it!

-why don’t the rebels divide the supplies up on multiple ships? then it would have the same flaws as a video game payload mission

-okay, so it wasn’t a full Hera Episode, but I’ll take it anyways

Blood Sisters

-sabine, the brightly painted mandalorian… selected for a mission which needs a low profile

-and the way they’re finding this courier is by asking a bunch of people in the port an unusual code? that seems like the opposite of low profile too

-ketsu’s haircut is… hilariously bad. good lord, what’s wrong with a buzz cut if you want to keep it practical?

-i like the backstory we’re getting with sabine a lot

-I’m also noticing that basically all of the human characters who aren’t imperial are poc. Star Wars is still allergic to brown eyes, which is kind of colorist (featurist? is there a term for colorism that includes physical attributes that aren’t skin tone?), but credit where it’s due. kallus is the white person who shows up the most. (I’m not including non human characters in this assessment, since coding is more finicky for them when in animation) i only noticed when ketsu took off her helmet

Stealth strike

-“gravity well projectors” look don’t take this the wrong way but this is what i mean when I say Star Wars doesn’t feel like science fiction. Star Trek would have pretended to explain it and dune would meticulously plot out how this changes warfare

-i see that this episode was set up to put Rex and kanan in a Situation. and i am totally on board this conflict is so juicy

-i had almost forgotten how much I like rex, but him knowing the emergency codes brought back memories of his clone wars version.

-i wonder if he ever met luke or leia knowing that they were padme and anakin’s children

-holy shit ezra really did sound like hera for a second when he was breaking up rex and kanans squabbling

-they keep calling ezra jabba even after they learn his real name i feel like my brain is leaking out of my ears

-Ezra’s really gotten good at using a lightsaber

-well. guess ezra shouldn’t have told that stormtrooper he wouldnt die in his escape. seeing as the ship was blown to smithereens

The future of the force

-oh there is something wrong with that baby’s face

-“if i never see one of those things again it’ll be too soon” was translated as “espero no ver otra de cosas por toda la eternidad” which directly (if I’m not mistaken) translates to “I hope to never see one of those things again for all eternity” interesting! i wonder if that means Spanish doesn’t have a more direct equivalent to the English phrase “if I never [x] it’ll be too soon?”

-I’ll remember this show as the one that taught me ayudar (to help)

-chopper the baby exploding pile of bolts

-aww, the ithorian baby is so cute. heck, the ithorians just look way cuter in the rebels style. in live action they’re much slimier (which isn’t bad either!)

-also lugar, which means place. this show is pretty good for picking stuff up since I’ve already taken a class on the basics plus growing up with it in my home, even though I was never allowed to actually acquire it

-ahsoka ex machina

-this is shaping up to be a multi part thing, so I expect that some of my questions will be answered: the empire’s presence isn’t as strong in the outer rim, same as the republic, so how are they tracking these force sensitive infants down, especially after the Jedi (and to a lesser extent the force itself) were wiped from memory? and if they’re taking babies, how many have been partially inducted into the dark side by the fall of the empire? are some of them running around, ripe for stories in which they’re villains with potential for redemption after the fall of the empire? there’s so much potential

Legacy

-no room in the budget for pajamas or blankets i see. aren’t you guys the opposite of cozy

-and this show is responsible for teaching me ghost (fantasma)! i can’t believe i forgot. and fleet (flota), and message (mensaje). don’t worry, this won’t turn into a Spanish vocab lesson!

-I was almost certain Ezra’s parents were dead, or if not would die shortly after because.. well, the same reason beru and lars had to die, it’s the classic story move. but that doesn’t diminish the emotional weight of the reveal that his parents are dead because of how excited he gets when there’s hope, and how he openly cries when it’s left him

-the shot of the plain on Lothal after the scene where Ryder is introduced is beautiful visually. natural land and skyscapes is where rebels really shines

-what a lovely episode! sad, but lovely

And this is where I’m wrapping up for now! I’m halfway through season 2, and legacy is a natural midpoint. Thank you for reading this far, making these posts is pretty fun for me :)

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laurabwrites · 5 months

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ao3 wrapped (writers edition)

16.

20.

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

This will probably change with the wind, but right now The Temple vs. Order 66. I’m proud of consistently holding to the POV of a building.

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

hmmm. Oh dear. “Anakin Skywalker Faces Consequences”

I seem to have a theme here. Or you know, some anger at the space nazi fuck boi. The prequel trilogy did a great job making Vader | Anakin a character instead of an icon of evil. Which just makes me so angry with him...

#writing #fanfiction #ask meme #my writing

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ofthestcrs · 1 year

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“Ani, please. It’s my retirement party! It’s exciting and worth celebrating!” Shmi pleaded with her son over the phone. He held the device to his ear between his cheek and his shoulder blade as he typed away on his computer. He was busy, but he never ignored his mother’s calls. He wasn’t ever going to let his mother feel like she was alone in this world and perhaps that was a detriment to him right now. It’s not that he’s not happy for her. He is. She’s one of the most hardworking people he knows and she deserves to retire and go to the islands and drink pina coladas if that’s what her heart desires. What bothers him is the fact that she works for his ex, Toby, and coming to this party is practically a guarantee that he will see him.

“I don’t know, Ma. I could just take you out for dinner or lunch at a later date. Just us.” Anakin suggested, sending the email he was working on with a sigh before closing his laptop. “Wouldn’t you like that better than some office party?”

“I’d like for my son to come support me.” Shmi stood firm in her choice as Anakin took the phone against his palm and leaned back in his seat, kicking his feet up on his desk. In the years since the breakup, Anakin had started his own auto shop business. It was doing quite well and he was thoroughly proud of himself. Plus, burying himself in work made it easy for him to forget that he was still alone.

“Alright. I’ll bite.” Anakin said as the other hand moved to pinch the bridge of his nose. “But I’m only going to stay for an hour at most, okay? And we can do the dinner or lunch thing too. My schedule is just … considerably packed right now.” He knows that his workers would be more than happy to help him, but he’s not one to ask people to do things he deems above their pay grade so he often did a hefty portion of the auto mechanic work.

“Thank you. I’ll send you the details via text, alright? Love you, honey! Bye-bye!” Shmi said and Anakin made a sound of agreement and then the line went dead. Anakin tossed the phone onto his desk and buried his face in his hands. Great. This is just fucking great. He thought to himself.

The night of the party came faster than he’d expected and he’d lost track of time. He’d gotten a text from his mother asking his whereabouts as he was working on his last car. He cursed to himself and went to wash his hands of oil as best he could before responding back that he was on his way. Damn. He didn’t even have time to shower and get dressed. If he did happen upon Toby, he definitely wasn’t going to be looking his Sundays best. He tried not to think about that though as his grip on the steering wheel of his car was bone-knuckle white.

He arrived with a sense of dread. The looks he got due to his attire made him roll his eyes. Sure he was wearing a jumpsuit covered in car oil, the top of it hanging off his hips to reveal a white t-shirt with just as much oil and a hole at the armpit, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t supposed to be here. Luckily, his mother was waiting for him nearby the door and met up with him the moment she saw him, pulling him inside.

“Oh, Ani! I’m so glad you made it!” Shmi hugged him before pulling away, giving him a sniff, “You forgot and came straight from work didn’t you?” She seemed disappointed, making Anakin pout as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to look as presentable as possible.

“How could you tell?” He asked sarcastically, but his mother just rolled her eyes and pulled him further inside, taking him over to the bar to get a complimentary drink. He’d leaned his muscular forearms onto the bar as he waited, his mother chatting up his ear but her words were background noise intermingling with the jazz band playing not too far off. His gaze went to the other side of the bar where he caught sight of a familiar face. Shit. He looked away.

“Are you even listening to me?” Shmi questioned as he was handed his drink, which he took but didn’t dare sip less he got liquid courage and fuck up the whole night with his feelings.

“Yes, of course.” Anakin mumbled before looking up at the ceiling once as if saying a silent prayer. This was going to be a long hour.

@invcntions

#invcntions #i told you it was long ;_; and yours doesn't have to match obviously but i missed these two!#{ Anakin Skywalker ; Modern Verse ;; }

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anakinskywalkerog · 1 year

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Omg I had to step away from the Fandom for a little bit as things at my job were getting intense. Not in a bad way just a lot of training since our Busy Season is coming up. But I missed so much

Okay first off, I was talking about the post that user tattoine posted. I thought that was a new Hayden Ad. If it's not the user needs a job in marketing cause I could have sworn that was an Ad. They did an amazing 👏, had me fooled

HE WON!!!!!! So proud of Hayden, he deserves so much praise for his role in Kenobi. I hope he keeps winning and gets nominated for an Emmy. I am putting it out there so it can happen. This could show Disney that he deserves his own series. Like hello we the fans have been here and knew Hayden could act, join us now 👏

That picture of him and the little girl that plays kid Leia is so cute. With her hair like that she looks so much like Hayden, even the eyes look similar.

Great job on all the chapters, I have been having an amazing time catching. You are doing amazing and I am so proud of you. Take your time and keep up with the great job.

Lastly him at the Saturn awards is giving very much Fall Farmer Daddy Vibes and it only intensified my thirst for him. As a woman that loves fall, his choice of outfit that day was just 👄

Astrology Anon 💜😈

are you talking about the gifset that looks like it’s on notebook paper? if so i love it and it’s so cute. as someone who doesn’t make gifs, i’m really thankful for people who make gifs

he ABSOLUTELY deserved his win and he absolutely deserves his own series…i honestly don’t know if my heart could take it. like a Vader series that has Anakin flashbacks in every episode? with Ewan as a guest star? i would DIE DEAD ON THE FLOOr

fall farmer daddy vibes absolutely describes it 🤌🥹❤️ and thank you for reading!! sorry for the late response, i have been enjoying my life sans internet LOL

#star wars #anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #star wars prequels #anakin #answered asks #darth vader

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comm-caribou · 1 year

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Awakening the Monster:

Word Count: 4.2k

Warnings: War (let me know if I missed any!)

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Cooper looked over the reports again, tilting his datapad so Juliette could look too.

According to the agenda, they’d mostly be backing up the 212th. The 501st had plenty, and with General Skywalker and Commander Tano leading them, they had all the firepower they needed.

It was still odd that General Kenobi requested Juliette’s aid. In fact, the request for their aid was for Juliette by name and her best men.

He looked over the ship, knowing full well this was more Hardwire’s opinion of the best than her’s.

I wonder who would of made the cut if she picked for herself.

Juliette brushed his arm, then moved back to Hardwire’s side and taking his hand.

Cooper smirked under his helmet, such an odd group we are.

****

They arrived in the hangers, and unloaded their supplies quickly with the help of some of the 212th and 501st men.

Once the gear was off loaded, the gunships hurried off before the Separatist could realize they slipped through.

Shadow stayed with Juliette and Fury, assisting them with one of the crates. He could write a whole book about all the things he liked about her as a leader and friend, starting with the fact she always helped with the heavy lifting.

“Well, well,” an ARC helped lift her side, “you must be the infamous, General Trix.”

“The one and only,” she quipped, “to who do I owe the pleasure?“

“Fives,” he suavely answered, “they call me Fives.”

“Fives,” another ARC came over, “what are you doing?”

“Making proper introductions, of course,” Fives turned back to her, “that’s Echo.”

“Ma’am,” Echo nodded politely.

“Hello,” she nodded back.

They dropped the crate as Mirage and Boomerang came over, checking out the two 501st ARCs. Although he forgave them, Shadow still moved to the other side of Fury to distance himself from Mirage. His ‘shadow someone else’ comment still stung fresh in Shadow’s mind despite the many days that passed since the altercation.

In better news, Juliette and him grew closer and they began a workout routine together.

“Nice armor,” Mirage commented. “Still looking brand new.”

“Just finished training a week ago,” Echo said, “first wave of ARCs since the Battle of Kamino.”

“Do they do recap courses?” Boomerang asked.

Mirage elbowed him lightly, “funny, Doc.”

Fury began walking off, heading to where Juliette went rushing off to see Commander Cody and General Kenobi.

Shadow paused, looking at the ARCs chatting and then walked off after Fury too. Besides that, he knew wherever Juliette was going was far more entertaining.

Another reason to like her.

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“Ah, General Trix,” General Kenobi smiled when she approached. “I’m glad to be working with you this time. I heard great things from Cody through his reports.”

“Well, your Commander is great as well,” Juliette commented, “and I’ve been hearing many more stories about him.”

Cody turned his head, quietly expressing shock.

“All good thing,” she assured.

Fury stood by her side, “she’s referring to the scuffle you had with General Grievous, sir. During the rescue of General Koth.”

“I too am a fan of close combat,” she stated.

Cody chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“And that makes you perfect,” General Kenobi smiled, “I will be aiding Anakin and his troops on a stealth mission, and you all will be our diversion.”

“Happy to assist,” Juliette turned to Fury, “could you locate my Commander.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Fury walked off.

General Kenobi bowed to her, “may the Force be with you.”

“To you too,” Juliette said, cringing at her response.

As soon as he walked off, Cody said to her, “did you hear one of my men punched Grievous in the face?”

Juliette smiled, “I’m so proud of him.”

“Come on,” he instructed. “Let’s get the boys ready.”

Juliette looked back, seeing Shadow was still with her and held out her hand, “come on. You’re sticking with me.”

He took her hand, quickening his pace.

“If anything goes wrong, I want you with me,” she said, “after all, I taught you how to do a proper spin kick and pile drive.”

“Very useful skills to know,” Cody nodded. “I approve of both tactics when handling droids.”

Hardwire approached, a small smile playing on his face with his helmet tucked under his arm, “why am I not surprised?”

“Oh shush!” Juliette swatted his chest, “I admire your brother.”

“She praised you to the senators last night,” Hardwire told him.

Juliette crossed her arms, “I stand by my opinion that am happy to work with Cody more than everyone else on this mission. Don’t tell Rex.”

Cody laughed, “thank you, General Trix.”

****

Cooper could feel Coyote staying close to him, exchanging conversations with a few of the 212th men they were with. He always had a knack for befriending brothers from other places, whereas Cooper barely had any acknowledge him unless they were told they had to, and for some reason they were always nervous.

“Look, I’m not bashing General.”

“Boil, don’t say-“

“I’m not going to say anything offensive, Waxer. But she doesn’t have a lightsaber.”

Coyote chuckled, “I’d be more scared if she did. Knowing her, she’d probably just have us sit back while she takes down the whole Separatist Army. Sith and all.”

Cooper snickered, she really would.

“She sounds a little nuts,” Boil grunted.

“She is!” Coyote replied proudly.

On the comm chatter, Cooper could hear Cody and Hardwire giving instructions to tanks to get into positions and for Digger to take his men to get an overhead view for them.

Part of him wished that one of the Jedi stayed. Not because he wanted their help, but because he wanted them to see her. He felt like a kid with a favorite toy he wanted to show off, and all the clones from every end of the galaxy knew she was great. The Jedi didn’t know how lucky they were she said yes.

Here we go.

****

“Damn,” Calico chuckled, “I think they’re having a brawl off.”

“Hmm?” Digger hummed, eyes focused on the droids.

“Commander Cody and General Angel,” Zombie said, “if his armor was as tough as her’s, Cody might be going just as showy as her.”

“Oh!” Hound laughed, “a nice roundhouse kick from Shadow!”

“That’s ARC material right there,” Mutt stated.

Digger sighed, “boys. The mission.”

“Yes sir,” they grumbled.

Still, Digger did a quick scan of the battlefield to find her. Just to see what they were talking about, nothing more.

Mutt nudged his macrobinoculars, guiding him a few more clicks to the right and he saw her. She fired a few rounds with a pistol, then used the butt of the gun to bludgeon a droids head off before going back to blasting.

Heh, looks like she’s having fun down there.

Digger lowered his macrobinoculars, seeing four ARF helmets facing him.

“Get back to work,” he ordered.

They turned back to the battle, snickering.

“You like her,” Calico said, “we know it, you know it, even Cosmos knows it.”

“I don’t like her like that,” Digger protested.

“Uh huh,” Mutt mumbled.

“I don’t,” Digger pressed, “she’s just intriguing.”

“Uh huh,” Mutt repeated.

“Come on, think about it,” Digger rolled his eyes, “she’s the only General who isn’t a Jedi. Her weapons are her own. She’s a trained warrior. She’s fascinating.”

Mutt turned to him, “uh huh.”

Digger frowned, realizing what he was doing.

“Shut up,” Digger grumbled, “I don’t like her.”

“Uh huh,” they all mocked him.

“Very funny,” he muttered. It’s not like I’ll ever get her to look at me anyway, other than promiscuous.

****

“Come on, Shadow!” Juliette called, “keep up!”

Shadow laughed inside his helmet. He’d been on a lot of fun missions before, but none as fun as this.

He shot down a few droids, following after her and Fury to get better aim as the droids fell back.

Even though they’ve been at it for hours, he wanted to keep fighting. He wanted to feel useful and needed again.

Juliette stretched her arms, “how am I not use to this yet?”

“You weren’t forged for this,” Fury teased. “Not like me.”

Juliette flicked his helmet, “you’re lucky you’re my favorite ARC.”

Shadow chuckled, but his gaze shifted past them to Mirage. He had been approaching, hand extended out to tap Juliette’s shoulder when those words came out of her lips.

Shadow knew it was playful teasing, that she didn’t favor Fury that way. However, he knew the words would sting Mirage like how his words stung him.

Mirage lowered his hand and shuffled away back to Boomerang and the other wounded.

Don’t do it, Shadow. Don’t feel sorry for him.

Mirage got down and began helping Boomerang calm the injured.

I could just go help Boomerang. If I happen to talk to Mirage, then so be it.

“I’ll be back,” Shadow dismissed himself from Juliette and Fury’s playful banter.

He hurried across the field, over to Boomerang’s little makeshift camp and knelt down.

“Need help?” Shadow asked the medic.

Boomerang lifted his helmet, “hey, good to see you. Could you help Mirage get Trusty and Doubler to the arriving gunship?”

So be it.

“Sure.”

He turned to Mirage, helping Trusty get his arm over his shoulder while trying to balance poor Doubler who was wincing in pain every time he lost balance and lowered his foot.

“Let me,” Shadow took Trusty. “I got him.”

“Thanks,” Mirage muttered.

Shadow followed him, walking through the heavy silence.

“Hey, Raj?” Shadow cut into their private channel.

“Yeah?” He lifted his head.

“Did you mean what you said?” Shadow asked, “about shadowing someone else?”

“No,” Mirage turned to him, “I never meant it. I was just so upset with Boomerang and I was lashing out.”

Shadow nodded, “interesting. You said something you didn’t mean and it hurt my feelings.”

“I can hear your sarcasm,” Mirage groaned.

Shadow helped Trusty on the ship, “let that favorite ARC comment be a lesson to you then.”

Mirage grumbled then followed after him as they headed back, “hey! I didn’t mean what I said, but she could’ve meant it.”

“True,” Shadow said, “but at least you might actually have learned how words hurt.”

Mirage sighed, “look, I’m sorry I said it. Can we just be vods again?”

“I don��t really have a choice,” Shadow said, “you’re my brother always.”

“You know what I mean,” Mirage nudged him, “please stop being mad at me?”

“I was only upset the first two days, then I was annoyed you never apologized,” Shadow said, “why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t know what to say,” Mirage sighed.

“Just sorry would’ve been enough,” Shadow said, “it’s all I wanted.”

“I’m sorry,” Mirage said.

“I know,” Shadow turned to him, “that’s why I forgive you.”

Mirage didn’t say anything else as they returned to Boomerang. The medic had his helmet off, rubbing the side of his head where his hair was slowly growing back.

Shadow nudged him, “so, why’d you do it?”

“Gut feeling told me I had to,” Boomerang pointed to his bruised eye, “does this still look as bad as it feels?”

“Probably,” Shadow looked at his cheek, “at least you can open your eye again.”

“Still wish I got in a few more shots,” Boomerang grumbled.

“I saw you kick a droid,” Mirage commented, “where’d you learn that, Shadow?”

“Wave two incoming,” their comms went off.

Shadow checked his blaster, “the General taught me. Maybe she’ll give you some lessons too.”

****

There was an explosion and the ground shook under Cooper’s boots. Loosing his footing, he started to fall forward when Coyote caught the back of his armor’s collar and straightened him up.

He followed him to cover, and gave him a pat on the back, “thanks.”

“No problem,” Coyote said, as an other explosive dropped where they just were.

If Coyote hadn’t grabbed him, Cooper would’ve been scattered pieces.

“Jeez,” Cooper shook his head, “now I really owe you.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Coyote shrugged.

Another explosion shook the ground, and he swore he saw Coyote shutter.

Cooper nudged him, “I’m right here, you’re okay.”

“I know,” he said unconvincingly.

Another explosion, and Coyote moved back under cover, taking deep breaths.

“Coyote, what’s wrong?” Cooper set his blaster down, “are you okay?”

“It’s the explosions,” Coyote exhaled. “I’m fine, I just need to get my thoughts together.”

“Collect them fast,” Cooper held his shoulder, “I need you here.”

Coyote nodded, then shook off those nerves, and got up again ready to go.

****

“Great shot!” Hound said in his comm, “alright, next target is at these coordinates. Ready?”

Digger was zoning out, watching the battle unfold along with bopping his head to the same song he had become obsessed with in the past week.

He shifted his gaze, to the base catching glimpses of plasma bolts flash inside.

He wondered if this mission would be a step towards finding that man who wants to torture them. He figured not. Considering since the war began, he heard a lot of things have been slipping under the radar.

“I’m bored,” Zombie sighed, “please tell me we’re going drinking after this.”

“We might be here for a few days,” Calico groaned.

“Ew,” Zombie groaned, “I hate that.”

“Yeah, well that’s life,” Calico shrugged, “we fight and fight and fight some more.”

“No, no,” Zombie corrected, “that’s clone life.”

Mutt chuckled in amusement.

“See,” Zombie said, “Mutt gets it.”

“Hmm?” He turned to them, “I didn’t hear you.”

The both sighed, and went back to surveying too.

Digger turned his gaze down to the battle, “did any of you tell them the tactical droid is in the back right tank?”

“Huh?” Hound turned his gaze, “there’s that clanker. Thinks he can hide from us, eh?”

Digger smirked, watching Hound switch back to their tankers channel and giving the coordinates and egging them to just lay all their fire on that one area, so they’d get a big explosion.

Digger stood up, heading back to his walker, “pack it up boys, this base is ours.”

“Woo hoo,” Zombie said unenthusiastically, “a tiny break before the Jedi decide if they want to keep us around.”

“Zombie, do you need a nap?” Calico teased.

Zombie grumbled, “I will backhand you.”

Digger said quietly, “that would be a yes.”

“We have taken the base,” Hardwire announced through the comm, “bring your boys down, Sergeant.”

“Copy that, Commander,” Digger replied.

****

“I think I took down way more droids than you,” Juliette declared.

“My bruised shins will say otherwise,” Cody quipped, “but nice try.”

Fury nudged her, saying lowly, “I counted a hundred kills, twenty of which were physical.”

“Really?” Juliette grinned, “cool!”

Cody’s comm went off and he excused himself to answer it. Juliette turned her attention fully to Fury, noting how he shifted his weight like he was uncomfortable.

“How’s my reliable ARC?” Juliette teased. “Didn’t get hurt out there, right?”

“Not at all,” he answered. “I’ve been tailing you, so those droves… droins…”

Juliette stepped closer, “droids?”

He nodded, “didn’t stand a ch-chance, General. S-sorry for stedd… stuttering.”

“But I like your stutter,” she blurted out, “it’s cute.”

His body tensed up, “r-really?”

She nodded, and began walking with him tailing behind her.

****

Cooper walked with Coyote beside him, quiet and tired as they entered the base.

He turned to Coyote, “you okay?”

“I’m okay now,” he said. “It just took me back.”

Cooper sighed, “I think about my old squad too. Losing all of Pack squad-“

“I wasn’t thinking about that explosion,” Coyote cut him off, “I was thinking of Keks.”

Cooper stopped, letting the realization dawn on him that he never learned how his last squad mate died.

“You didn’t know?” Coyote asked.

“I never asked,” Cooper took off his helmet, “an explosion?”

Coyote took his arm, leading him away.

“I don’t like where this going,” Cooper followed him to an uncrowded spot by the walkers.

“I don’t actually know how he died,” Coyote began, “all I know is he said goodbye, there was an explosion, and he was gone.”

Cooper sunk down, “that crazy trooper. He actually did it.”

Coyote sat down, slowly removing his helmet.

“He use to say, if droids ever tried to take him hostage,” Cooper recalled, “he’d blow himself up. Never thought he’d go through with it.”

“I think he did,” Coyote hugged his knees.

“I know he did,” Cooper chuckled.

“I looked up to him,” Coyote said quietly.

Cooper turned to him, “I did too.”

Coyote turned to him, blue eyes glistening with the threat of more sadness.

Cooper stared off into the distance instead, “being the survivor isn’t easy, little vod. It never will be, but we have to keep going or we end up as heartless as the droids we fight.”

He could see Coyote scoot closer. In ways, the younger clones reminded Cooper of the little kids they saw on relief missions. He admired that even with the war pushing them to grow up, he could see some of his brothers resistance to be just cannon fodders.

Coyote placed his head on Cooper’s shoulder, staring off into the distance as well.

Cooper never was a fan of physical touch, but he allowed it.

Quietly, he said, “if you ever need to talk, kid, you come to me. If you need a shoulder, I will be that too.”

Coyote muttered something he didn’t catch.

****

Shadow walked with Mirage and Boomerang, listening to them trade conspiracies in hush whispers about what they pulled from their brains.

“We could take out mine,” Shadow quietly suggested, “then we’d all have matching scars.”

“Did we ever scan you?” Boomerang asked, “I know we scanned the other two.”

“You didn’t,” Mirage smirked.

“Kriff,” Boomerang groaned, “I’ll do that when we get back.”

“Hey!” Fives came running up to them, “glad you’re okay, brother.”

“I have a medic attached to me,” Mirage quipped, “it’d be concerning if I wasn’t.”

Boomerang took off his helmet, smirking, “kiss up.”

Fives whistled lowly, “what happened to you?”

“Clippers got away from me,” Boomerang sighed, “then the other medic and I had a little disagreement that got out of hand.”

“He’s not much of a brawler,” Shadow added.

“It’s true, I’m not,” Boomerang agreed.

Echo came running up, “would you stop running off on me?”

“Is ARC training hard?” Shadow asked.

“Yes,” Echo stated.

“But worth it!” Fives declared, “we’ve been working hard since cadets to be ARCs, and it was worth every boring mission we had prior. All the action, the responsibility, the armor.”

Echo looked down at his armor smiling, “it is nice.”

Mirage nodded, “also helps with picking up the ladies. Gentlemen too.”

Fives wrapped an arm around Echo, “next leave, you and me are making 79’s our hunting grounds.”

Echo shook his head warily.

Boomerang cut in, “who exactly decides who can be an ARC?”

Mirage turned to him, “why? You want to be an ARC, Doc?”

Boomerang gave him a look.

“Well, usually a ranking officer makes the suggestion,” Mirage shrugged, “and then it’s taken into consideration, and then the C.O. gives the promotion, and off they go to training for a month or two depending on their preexisting skill. Why are you asking? You know how it works because Fang was nearly promoted.”

Shadow’s eyes practically popped out of his head. The idea that Fang was nearly promoted was mind boggling. He was reliant on Coyote and Juliette to keep him together, and he wasn’t nearly mentally stable enough to not have a panic attack on Kamino. However, if he did get promoted, it was possible he’d still be alive.

“Fang could’ve been an ARC?” Shadow gasped, “and still alive?”

“Probably,” Boomerang rubbed his chin, “now that I think about it, we were discussing his promotion about a week before he died, so he’d be in training still right now.”

Mirage said something to occupy Echo and Fives’s attention, stirring them out of asking who Fang was.

There was still one question Shadow wanted answers to first, “Boomerang, why did he not get promoted?”

Boomerang leaned in close, lowly whispering so no one else could hear, “Coyote said not to, on the account of it would destroy his relationship with Juliette.”

Shadow frowned, “I guess you’re right.”

Shadow’s gaze shifted, catching Juliette walking over to Hardwire. As per usual, she had Fury following her.

“I think she would’ve been fine,” Shadow said quietly. “Fang would’ve had his heart broken, but she’d bounce back.”

“She’s currently bouncing back,” Boomerang smiled, “she just is looking for someone to catch her.”

“I predict she already found her safety net,” Shadow said with a smile.

“Really?” Boomerang smirked, “who?”

“No one in particular yet,” Shadow lied, watching them walk together.

Fury took her helmet without even being asked, and stood quietly as Juliette spoke with the Commander.

It’s going to be him. I bet my credits it’ll be him.

****

“So, we’re done?”

“We’re done.”

Juliette smiled at her Commander, “great. Got plans for Coruscant?”

“Actually, yes,” Hardwire grinned, “Fox and I are going to be doing paperwork and then doing patrol together.”

“Oh,” she tried to sound lighthearted, “sounds kind of boring.”

“Yeah,” Hardwire shrugged, “but I won’t be doing it alone. Makes it more entertaining and the time will go by faster.”

“I suppose that’s true,” she said smiling.

“If you want, you may join us,” he offered.

“Nah,” she stepped back, “I got hundreds of troops, I’m sure one will want to hang out.”

Fury stepped towards her, “if I may, I-“

As he was speaking, General Kenobi approached with a sympathetic look in his eye.

“I’m sorry to interrupt,” he said, “I need to steal you for a moment, General.”

“Of course,” she turned back to Fury, “hold that thought, Lieutenant. I’ll be back.”

He nodded professionally, handing her back her helmet. She wasn’t sure what his expression was, but he struck her as disappointed that they were interrupted.

Juliette followed General Kenobi up to a control room, a little uncomfortable with the fact he wasn’t talking. Nor was the usually charismatic General smiling, he just looked troubled.

She walked into the control room where the atmosphere was so thick she could cut through it with a knife.

“General?” She finally spoke, “what’s wrong?”

He just led her to a monitor, but instead of a lit screen, she was greeted by a clone helmet crudely painted with her Battalion’s colors. It was not done by a soldier, as it was all over the visor like it was splattered on.

“The helmet,” Anakin spoke first, “we know was bought at a market where bounty hunters typically trade goods.”

“Why are you showing me this?” Juliette looked at them all.

“We found it like this,” a Togruta stepped forward, “but we also found this message.”

The youngling tapped a key, and the monitor lit up with: “go home, baby Trix.”

A chill rolled down her spine, but she kept a neutral face.

“Do you know who this might-“

“Ferris Joster.”

A new questioning look formed on General Kenobi’s face, “who is Ferris Joster?”

“He is a bounty hunter I knew from childhood,” she said calmly. “He claims he is an inventor, but only of means of gruesome torture, he murdered my father, and he is warning me. If I continue fighting in this war, he will come for me next.”

“How much trouble are we in?” the youngling asked.

“Not as much as I’m about to be in,” Juliette turned on her heel, “thank you for showing me this.”

“General Trix, where are you going?” General Skywalker called.

“Next assignment,” she stated, “that coward doesn’t scare me. But if you see him, I recommend taking off his head. He’s less of a threat that way.”

She boarded the lift, relieved no one followed her on.

She wondered if they could sense the darkness looming around her, or just knew that she will kill him on sight for taking away her buir.

The elevator doors opened, and she stepped off bumping into a trooper.

“Sorry,” she muttered, brushing past Calico.

“It’s fine, are you okay?” He excused himself from his conversation with the other three ARFs.

“Far from it,” she grumbled.

Hound, Mutt, and Zombie ran after them.

“You want to talk about it?” Zombie asked.

“Or not,” Mutt said quietly, “we don’t push.”

“I just need a distraction,” she sighed, “I just want to go back to the ship, get to Coruscant, and relax.”

“I hear ya’,” Calico smirked. “We’re going drinking. Digger is helping a friend, so it’ll be just us.”

“Want to join us?” Hound asked.

“I don’t drink,” she shook her head.

“I won’t be drinking either,” Mutt said.

Hound nodded, “we take turns being the designated sober brother.”

“Please join us?” Zombie pressed, “we’ll show you all the best places.”

She cracked a smile.

“Is that a smile?” Hound wrapped an arm around her, “does that mean you will?”

“Sure,” she smiled bigger, “okay. I’ll go out with you boys.”

“Yes!” Zombie fist pumped the air.

“You’re going to regret agreeing,” Calico teased.

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