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phoenixyfriend · 1 year
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Post-O66 Mace going into hiding as a pirate with a crew like Hondo's, is that anything?
I got a bunch of input on discord. Calling this one:
A bunch of pirates, a Jedi Master on the run, and a traumatized twelve-year-old.
Kicking off with a key part of it all is @atagotiak (Tia):
He’s annoying because he’s such a stick in the mud (by which I mean it’s rather inconvenient for a pirate crew when the new recruit has morals and stuff) But he’s too valuable to get rid of, due to having all that experience with administration
I am enamored with the idea of Mace's main job being just. Pirate Admin.
Mace: So this is what I am reduced to. Aiding and abetting… in tax evasion. Hondo: And piracy. Mace: The tax evasion is a bigger hit to my pride.
Tia:
The pirates are annoyed that despite him stopping them from going through with the more immoral (and lucrative) plans they’re still making more money than before
Pirates: How are we making more money now-- Mace: Have you heard of a budget.
@jebiknights (knights):
okay but traditionally pirate ships have a quarter master who is high ranking, in charge of the bounty of every prize and therefore in charge of dividing everything up fairly like that could work really well lmaooo
The crew runs into Obi-Wan during the Leia incident and it's just time for "I can explain" on both ends.
Tia:
Hey, d’you think the pirates go after force sensitives? Mace managed to talk them into recruitment and/or relocation instead of selling to the empire. (And that’s another thing that could possibly have worked out better for them than the immoral option (not least because the empire doesn’t really treat its allies well)) Obi-Wan: and how are you dealing with Hondo’s… nonsense? Mace: eh, it’s not like he’s any worse than you or Yoda. (Mace is probably just messing with Obi-Wan. Probably)
Also I'm thinking that one of those initiates that Hondo let go(?) that one time finds them because a pirate might be likely to sell them out but they're demonstrably competent at evading arrest, so maybe-
And that's how Mace ends up with another padawan. Maybe Katooni.
@dracothulhu:
Hondo would put him in so many stupid costumes
knights:
i also just realized that mace loses both of his hands in rots..... hondo tries to convince him at least one of said hands should be a hook or a lightsaber
Tia:
Probably deliberately playing straight man about it. He doesn’t care about dignity that much, but there’s benefits to exaggerate how humiliating he finds it Hey, y’know what’s piratical? Eyepatches
[vibrates in response to baiting for Nick Fury jokes] Love it
Tia:
I do think as much as jokes about Samuel L Jackson’s other roles are fun, pirate Mace shouldn’t swear much, even after becoming acclimated to pirate life.
knights:
also i agree i think pirate mace shouldnt swear much, he should get to use his classically trained acting chops and give dramatic speeches like hes the love interest in a pirate romance novel hondo is swooning in the background .... nixy im about ready to start crack shipping them bc of this dammit this is going to pick at my brain isnt it dhgisrjgser (pirate mace not the hondo/mace part) honestly the funniest thing is that mace would probably really enjoy being a pirate after all of the beauracracy he had to deal with in the senate during the war. things are much more simple even if everyone drives him nuts lol listen mace didn't intend to get directly involved in the actual like heists probably, he is there to lay low and also to keep the ship organized and make sure hondo doesnt blow all their money on booze and "investments", but then hondo's dumbass probably gets in over his head along with his first mate and some other crew members and mace is starting to like the life hes living esp bc he is still able to help people on the Path in between thievery and tax evasion, so he goes to rescue them and is like... what am i supposed to do i am too recognizable i am supposed to be dead and puts on a disguise and just goes for it
Another thing Mace is good at is contracts He is. Painfully good at it. He doesn't enjoy it, but watching Hondo draft up a contract is almost painful. (Hondo is smart at this. He's clever. He's experienced. But he didn't take multiple classes on contract law.)
Tia:
Hondo never seemed especially book smart, and he never made a promise he hadn’t at least considered breaking so contracts would be a weak point for him
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stealingpotatoes · 6 months
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Invitation to talk about Sayuri and Nymie?
:D CAN OF WORMS: OPENED!! i'll tell u abt how they got found as Jedi
ok so Sayuri is one of the students that doesn't rlly go home bc there isn't much to go back to. Basically her parents were Rebellion pilots (or one was a pilot the other a mechanic. kinda unsure) but were both killed in action against the Empire abt 3-4ABY ish. obvs the Rebellion couldn't look after a 7-8yo while fighting the Empire
so the remainder of the squad manage to get her back to her parents' home village/ where she was born. so having like Everything change all at once leaves her pretty ?? and gives her some serious trusting-her-environment issues. her coolgirl "i dont care" persona is very much a result of this bc she's worried abt getting too comfy in smthn. (which is at odds w the OTHER issue she got from this event which is "deathly afraid of flying" an issue not helped if Master "traffic laws are just guidelines" Skywalker is piloting. but she tries 2 act like shes fine)
this is gonna get kinda long so im gonna smack some unposted art here and then go into a readmore
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anyway fast forwarding to when Sayuri's abt 13 (roughly 9aby) she's visiting her parent's old squadron on a New Republic bc they'd all come visit whenever she could and after the Empire's fall they did a lot more pick her up and fly her to a base to ALL see her. and they're like omg Sayuri you came at the PERFECT time bc this rlly amazing pilot war hero who's also some like. mystical whatever is here!! he's on his way to some magic place we heard. maybe u can meet him!! which sayuri meets w her usual whatever bc she's not that gassed abt war heroes.
very worth noting that the squad's probably all seen her move shit with her mind, but theyre like oh you know how it is with teenage girls. the "nobody knows what a jedi is" + "the empire existed for a decent bit of her childhood" thing has kept anyone from being like yeahh sayuri should like. talk to someone abt this.
anyway she goes along when the squad are like c'mon let's see if we can see him. ok the only way i can describe this is you know the spiderverse like... spidey-sense recognition thing? that's basically what happens LOL Luke and Sayuri both have a FORCE USER RECOGNISED?? moment and Luke then makes a beeline for her then realises oh shit tiny teenager not jedi. would you LIKE to be a jedi?? and sayuri who hates her village and is feeling the strongest emotional connection she's felt in forever w this stranger she met 2 seconds ago is like okay fuckin sure yeah. and woo jedi!!
i posted my unposted nymie art yesterday but likkeeee pretend theres some here <3
So Sayuri falls into the "one of the Jedi found them thru the force or by chance" category of students who get found. However Nymie very much falls into the second category, which is "CAN SOMEONE DEAL WITH THIS WEIRD SUPERPOWERED CHILD FOR US????"
So 2 things about Nymie: 1. like i've said before, she's from a very rich high class pantoran family. super stuck up, mostly raised by nannies & tutors, but somehow Nymie just didn't get the stuck-up genes like all her (4!!) siblings who are just obsessed w their social standing etc and is instead just :D all the time. 2. her proficiency ig is the living force esp in the 'good at connecting to animals' way (which I think means I legally need to draw her w Ezra).
so the former often led her to escaping her family's stuffy parties and galas or whatever (usually to whoever's house it is' garden or somewhere she wasnt meant to be) to find something interesting. usually a pet <3 one particular time when she was 9 she was following her Pet Sense but couldnt find anything in the house. so she kinda just reached out more and long story short thats how Nymie managed to call this hugemassive beast (i'd tell u what it was if i knew pantoran animals LOL) out of the nearby countryside to her. massively distressing for everyone, all these rich ppl were like "OH MY GOD I NEARLY DIED" (it didnt attack anyone). very funny exciting time for Nymie who was enjoying this new beastie friend til animal control showed up. saddening. everyone is confused bc HOW did that happen
a dude old (and cool) enough to have seen more than one jedi in their heyday (+ idk uni researcher knows his shit) noticed what happened w it going straight to Nymie and overheard her account and realised what happened and was like hi nymie's parents. i think u need to get into contact w the new republic bc thats a jedi right there (which they take and go oo social climbing. we have a jedi child people will think we're cooler. bc theyre assholes)
and yeah im losing steam now but luke shows up and she joins the academyyay!
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meshlasolus · 2 years
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House Of Memories (33/?)
Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader
Warnings: kissing, fluff, some spicy things, Jealous obi-wan my dudes
Summary: Obi-Wan becomes very jealous over your new assigned partner, Mak Lotor.
A/n: OKAY GUYS IM BACK,,, i decided not to do two updates, and instead combined them both into one episode, it just felt like it all needed to be together idk... also Mak Lotor in my head is austin butler bc i have issues
also y'all if you like the story, maybe consider buying me a coffee :)
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It was the council's decision. It was their choice to put you through yet another uncomfortable situation, and by now, you couldn't help but feel like this dislike for you was purposely getting out of hand.
"You will be temporarily placed to assignment with Padawan Mak Lotor. You will be required to separate from your Master while he completes a mission on Dathomir with General Skywalker," Mace Windu took the lead on issuing the republics agenda for the week. Your face dropped, because you knew exactly what the council was doing. They sensed something with you, and you knew it. Whether or not they knew about yours and Obi-Wan's secret, they did not let on, but they knew something. They were awfully keen on keeping you both apart, even if it was only for a small bit of time. "Having dispersed all missions, this meeting is adjourned, please inquire me with any questions you have regarding your assignments."
You had just one question, which was: Why the hell are you doing this to me? You however expected that a question like that would result in a lecture you were not in the mood, or even willing enough to hear at all.
As you made your way into the hall, Obi-Wan shot you a sympathetic look that said, 'We'll talk about it later,' before he turned to Anakin to discuss the terms of their own new mission.
You nodded to him and continued down the corridor, hoping that nothing would stop you between the place you stood and the path to your apartment door. Funny thing though, luck was never on your side, and seemed to almost resent you.
"Where are you off to so early?" Of course....
You turned around a forced a smile onto your face. Mak Lotor was a lovely boy, who was well known for his skills with a lightsaber, although you could probably take him if you tried.
"I was hoping to turn in, but I don't think I could have slept with all the ruckus going on."
You had met him a few times, briefly, and knew that he looked at you in a way that perhaps he shouldn't, not that you have any say in how anyone should look at you, when you were practically the poster child for disobeying the laws of the Jedi order.
"If you'd like to join me, I find the meditation gardens are far more peaceful this time of the evening," he offered, the nod of his head causing his braid to whip around to the other side of his shoulder.
You thought about it for a moment. You didn't dislike Mak, not at all. He was a kind, and genuine person that most of the female padawans tended to draw towards. You needed to get to know him better for this next week anyway, and you figured it probably best to do that before you flew into the fire of a battle. You tilted your head to the side before deciding.
"I suppose it wouldn't hurt... I'm sure it will be lovely."
He smiled sweetly before letting you catch up to his side and he could lead the way.
Obi-Wan could not pay attention to a single thing that Anakin said, he was far too focused on the conversation taking place several feet away from him, and now the interaction had turned into steps down the hallway.
He didn't like the way that boy looked at you, the way he smiled at you like you lit up the room. You did light up the room, but that was beside the point. He didn't like feeling that this boy perhaps harbored things for you like he did.
When he saw Mak move his hand to the small of your back when you both turned down the hallway, he just about lost it, his face became red, and his brows were visibly strewn with aggression. Mak was touching you where only he had touched you. He was putting his hands on you in any capacity to be quite frank, and it was not okay. It was only now that poor Anakin even realized his former Master could not be bothered with the information that was being offered. He waved a hand in front of his face like a five-year-old, just to gain his attention again.
"I'm sorry, Anakin, but we'll need to go over this tomorrow. I'm a bit too distracted at the moment." he admitted, letting his head fall parallel to the ground in shame over not listening to the important information his former Padawan was trying to relay to him.
"Is this about them pairing her with Mak Lotor?" Anakin could see right through his old Master, although maybe he didn't see everything, for he had no idea of the relationship status you both held. You didn't truly label it anyways; it was just the beginning of something you didn't fully grasp the concept of yet. It was just the idea of 'to love and be loved in return.'
Obi-Wan sighed, un-wanting to admit that something so trivial was upsetting him so greatly.
"You can trust her; she won't let him step out of line."
"That's not what I'm afraid of," Obi-Wan's insecurities were rising all at once, every single thing that he'd thought of when telling himself that you could never love him in return. Those days were over, but the insecurities still remained, though usually on a quiet loop in the back of his mind. Now they were fully fronted, and the only things he could possibly think of right now.
Mak was your age, he was tall, good looking, and polite He was so much younger than Obi-Wan and had only lived about as much of a life as you have and could relate to you experience wise. He had charm that all the other Padawan girls seemed to fall for, and he'd hoped to the maker that you'd not be one of them. Oh, how he loved you, and if he lost you romantically to this boy, he'd snap. His jealousy was arising more than he'd like to admit, but Anakin could see it. He could feel it, as it became like a thick shroud in the force around him.
Jealousy and envy were two different things. Envy was craving the possession of something that was not yours, something that was held by another. Jealousy was the fear of losing something of value. He valued you to no end, so yes, he was jealous.
"She doesn't care for him like she does for you, she never could," Anakin tried to break the trance surrounding Obi-Wan, and it worked to an extent. He thought about the things you'd said to him when you thought he was dead. As horrible as it seemed, he held that confession close to him, because it was your first, he heard that you felt the same way. The first time he knew that his feelings weren't one sided, and he hadn't gone through so many sleepless nights for nothing. You loved him, but right now... he didn't know if that was enough. Love grows in places where you often don't expect it to.
"You're right. I'm sure it will be just another assignment. I'll see you tomorrow for take-off," Obi-Wan swiftly brought this conversation to an end. He knew Anakin meant well, but Anakin didn't know how far anything had progressed, and so he couldn't understand how deeply this concerned Obi-Wan. He wondered if he was enough for you, and if you would still see him as someone worth your time after you'd spent a week with this boy. This boy was in all aspects a better person for you to share a relationship with. Even despite the laws of attachment, you and Mak made sense.... but you and him? It was highly inappropriate to even think that a Master of his rank would have feelings for his Padawan that was a little over half his age. Especially one he had a hand in raising... it was preposterous, and anyone who didn't know you both would think that Obi-Wan was taking advantage of you...
But you loved him... and that was all he could think about as he walked back to the apartment. He may not be enough to deserve you, but you loved him anyways... and as soon as you returned from your outing, he was going to show you just how much he adored you in return.
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"Okay your turn, truth or dare," Mak said, trying to speak through his fit of laughter. You were funny, or at least he seemed to think so.
"Truth," you said, as you'd only picked dares until this point. There wasn't much he could dare you to do that you would refuse, you were a Jedi after all... but the truth, especially when guarded by the laws of the old game, would have to be spoken whether you liked it or not... even if you didn't utter the words, the thought would slip into your signature, and you'd be outted. You were feeling a bit dangerous tonight.
"What's it like having General Kenobi for a Master? It's gotta be intimidating, right?"
You furrowed your brows, unsure of his question. Did Obi intimidate people? Was he seen as a threat?
"Not at all. I understand he can be rather stoic when others are around him, but when it's just he and I, or when it was he and I and Anakin, he's very gentle, and kind. He can be... protective, at times, but I don't mind that so much anymore."
"You don't feel pressure to be better because of him?" You weren't quite sure why this mattered so much, but it seemed to be important to him how you answered.
"I don't... I actually feel encouraged to do better by him. He's a good teacher," and a wonderful man, in whom I love dearly, you thought, but didn't dwell too much on it. "I've known him since before he was ever a knight, and there hasn't been a time since where he wasn't in my life."
"It must be nice, to have a real connection with your mentor..." he trailed, looking out into the city over the garden's balcony. "My master never really understood the way my mind works. I have this... blockage with the force, it's why I rely so heavily on my weapon. Instead of helping me work through it, he always just forced me to get over it and try harder the next time a problem would arise."
"I'm sorry," you apologized, but you weren't quite sure what you were sorry for... that his master was horrible, that he had this mental blockage, or that you couldn't understand his struggle. He was so sweet, genuine... you found a hard time believing anyone would treat him so, but then again, not everyone had a Master like Obi-Wan Kenobi, who was patient, and kind, and encouraging. "That must be hard."
"It gets easier with time. I just feel like I'm going to spend my whole life trying to please him and never get anywhere. The worst part is that..." he cut himself off from finishing that sentence, but you figured you had his meaning in mind.
"The worst part is that you care about what he thinks of you."
He nodded. You understood that, because even when you didn't know Obi-Wan fell in love with you, you cared so much about what he thought, and strived to make him proud. He always said he was, but sometimes you wondered if he meant it, because there were so many things you did wrong... Mak didn't have a Master like that and in all honestly, neither did many of the Padawans in this temple. Ahsoka did, only because Anakin followed after Obi-Wan. You didn't know him for very long, but you remembered Master Qui Gon being the same way.
"You know, your reputation proceeds you," he said, and you scoffed, thinking that you even had a reputation in the first place seemed utterly foolish at all.
"You think I'm a bad influence, then?"
"I meant your actual reputation, not the council's opinion of you. You're very insightful," he corrected you, and you softened a bit. He was very complimentary of you thus far, and seemed like he actually enjoyed your company, so perhaps this week's assignment wouldn't be so bad. Making friends wasn't always your strong suit, and envy over your abilities often times got in the way... but he didn't seem envious at all, just, for lack of a better word, fascinated with you.
"That's kind of you, I didn't know I had a reputation other than the council..." you didn't want to start on about the council, you promised Obi-Wan you would only rant to him about all the things that happened, and sometimes he would even try to use his influence to fix things that had gone against you. It might seem like favoritism, but it wasn't really, not when they had punished you for no reason to begin with. You changed the subject light heartedly, hoping to steer it back to the game. "Alright, truth or dare?"
"Dare..."
"Oh boy."
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Obi-Wan was worried beyond reason by now. Relationship or not, he was still your Master, and you never left for more than an hour without telling him where you'd be.
He was pacing the floors, unsure of when you'd be back. He combed the temple for your signature, but it hadn't been opened to him, which meant you closed it off. Either you did that because you didn't want someone near you to hear your thoughts, or you did it because you purposely didn't want him to know where you were.
He tried to calm himself down, but the small green monster named jealousy was crawling back into his mind, filling it with doubts and more fears of losing you. It had been into the wee hours of the morning when he sensed your presence coming down the hall.
He went to the door, ready to open it, but then he felt a second presence... Mak was walking you back to your door? That was a bit possessive, wasn't it?
He could hear your soft giggles, followed by whispers of 'shhh, he might be asleep.'
Obi-Wan stepped back from the entranceway, and into the sitting area, waiting for you to come in, and leave the boy outside. When the door slid open, he heard him utter a quiet goodnight before you were inside, and it was closed again.
You weren't startled by seeing him, waiting up for you, but you were a bit surprised... he had to be up early tomorrow, didn't he?
"What are you doing up, still? You're going to be tired on your mission tomorrow," you approached him with concern, placing a hand on his face. He leaned into it, feeling more at ease now that you were here, with him.
"I can't sleep very well without you anymore," he covered. It wasn't a lie, because since you started sleeping with him every night, he'd grown used to the comfort that surrounded him. He kissed your head and helped you take off your cloak, walking it back to the rack by the door.
"I'm sorry I was out so late, I wanted to get to know Mak a little, he seems nice... I think you would like him."
No, he did not like him. Mak Lotor kept his little one out way past the time she usually turned in, and he could see in your eyes, he was not the only one who would be exhausted tomorrow.
"I'm sure I would," he responded, following after you to get ready for the night.
You began recalling the events of your day to him, as you always did before bed, but you had so much to say about the boy you'd been paired with for this week. He missed the days you would come home, and he would listen to you talk about Anakin losing the racing simulators again, or when you would help train a class of younglings with Ahsoka. He missed the days when you would come back and be happy to see him. You were already so taken by this boy, it was only a matter of time, now.
Once in bed, you found yourself curling around him, and smiled at the comfort it brought him physically and mentally, but only for a moment. He was still lying awake, thinking about how tomorrow he was going away, and you were going to be left with Mak Lotor. He would be gone for a week, and you'd be sleeping on your own, as would he. His mind wandered to places he shouldn't, because he knew you wouldn't do anything to betray his trust... not ever. He just couldn't stop himself from worrying. Normally he would meditate, clear his mind of anything that troubled him, and only focus on his breathing, or since you were with him, he would focus on yours.
He couldn't bring himself to meditate on this, he felt it needed more action, something physical, something like staking a claim.
"My love?" he asked softly, hoping you were still awake.
"Yeah?"
You sounded like you were just as conscious as he was, maybe even more so... did your thoughts trouble you, too? He wondered if as he did, you pondered about the mission, what it was going to entail.
"Are you tired?" he asked, his whisper growing a but louder now knowing you weren't sleeping, or even trying to.
"Not really," you admitted, and he breathed out slowly, read to enact his plan, to stake his claim.
He sat up, leaving you looking up at him from where you laid. You were confused for a moment, until you saw the look in his eyes. They were glazed with something you were unsure about, the moonlight doing little to aid your inspection, but the the look of them was hunger, and need. You were getting to know these parts of him very well as of recently, and you knew when he had that look in his eyes, he only wanted to love you, physically.
He leaned over you, coming close enough that your breath hitched, but eased upon his gentle kiss meeting your lips, moving slowly, but passionately, the way kisses were mean to be given. This man was the only one to ever kiss you, and yet you felt that no one else could do it like he could. No one could ever love you or know you like he did. He'd known you from the early stages of your life, knew every little habit of yours, every little expression, he could even read your thoughts without using the force... he just knew you.
His hands reached down for yours, finding them and bringing them to rest by your head on either side, starting by clenching softly around your wrists, then moving to open your palm, as his fingers gently weaved themselves with your own. He used them as leverage to push himself up and take a glance at you, laid beneath him in the dim light of the city outside his window. Your eyes were blown with the feelings of the moment, and your lips were slightly swollen with his kisses, with your hair fanned out behind your head. An angel, a complete vision of loveliness. You emanated light even in this dark room, in the small hours of night. She is the light incarnate... that will never change
"You're beautiful, little one..."
And then he was back, his lips venturing lower now, skimming over the skin of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he kept going. He tucked his head into the crook, while kissing, sucking, and even biting on the area when your neck met your shoulder. His short beard rubbed against the skin surrounding his target, and the sensation of the mild burn it gave you, well, you couldn't get enough. You wished he would let free one of your hands, you wanted so badly to thread your fingers through his hair, to tug on the strands softly and maybe push him to emit one of those groans you craved to hear. It was a sweet sound, the sound of his pleasure... even the smallest things could drive him to the heavenly noises, but you were held down by his hands on your own, and you doubted you were strong enough to get them free.
"Obi," you let out, slightly hushed as he hit a sensitive spot on your shoulder, making you to writhe beneath him at the contact.
He took that as a sign for him to do it again, accept he went full on the second time, nibbling the skin gently with his teeth, and truly acknowledging what it was to actually taste you. He was entranced with your taste, it consumed him, and he wanted more... more of your skin, more of you. He wanted so badly to make love to you tonight, to give you all of himself and show you what it really was to be connected in that way... but he wouldn't. He'd made up his mind long ago, that he would let you decide when that would be. If that was something you really wanted, then he was going to wait for you to tell him you did. He was going to wait until you were sure that it was something you were open to. You'd never been with a sexual partner in your life, and until you expressed to him that you were ready to lose that purity in yourself, he would be perfectly content to love you like this, in the most innocent form of love he could possess.... but wait-
Did you just-?
He kept on with his movements, to see if you would do it again, and sure enough, your hips bucked up into his in a smooth and quick motion, causing him to groan into your shoulder. The vibration sending tingles down your spine, and you craved to have his lips back on yours, but your hands were still trapped beneath his, and you were unable to coherently speak your desires to him... so you did what you thought was rational, focusing on his mouth, and using the force to bring it back to yours, along with the rest of him being thrashed around on account of your impatience. The force could be used in so many unholy ways, you'd thought about it before, but couldn't for the life of you gain the confidence to ask him about it. You were sure it was not a topic that was appropriate, even for the both of you. You were almost certain that thoughts like those would be wrong and using your gift for such things as that would not be something to express in words.
He kissed you deeper, exploring your mouth religiously, like it was the only thing that could bring him salvation.
You kept bucking your hips into his, and he had to show massive restraint over it. He knew at some point you'd be feeling something that wasn't there before but fought hard to prevent it altogether. He didn't need you to feel obligated to anything you weren't ready for.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, squeezing them together behind his back and pulling yourself closer into him. He now understood your meaning. You wanted to be closer to him, to feel his body on yours... but he still held down your hands. He lifted one from the bed, freeing it and allowing you access to his hair, which had already become horribly untamed with his escapades down your neck. You grabbed at the roots, pulling softly and hearing the result of it, which you'd been longing to hear all this time. It was caught by your lips and echoed on into your head, like a song that was stuck there on repeat for days on end.
Now with one of his hands free, he tucked it beneath your waist, lifting it up so your bodies were firmly against each other. the warmth, no, the heat spreading through places he feared it shouldn't be spreading.
He knew he needed to nip this in the bud before it went any further. Even if you said the words, he knew tonight was not the right time. You were supposed to be sleeping as it was, and the hours you'd be missing if you kept on would make you exhausted tomorrow. Obi-Wan was not willing to let your first time be rushed and was certainly not willing to let you be in such a state for your assignment that began tomorrow. More than anything else, he would want to stay with you the morning after, to hold you and assure you that he was there by your side and that he wasn't going anywhere. That could not be said about the day ahead.
He broke apart from you slowly, his last kiss lasting, and when it ended, he pulled your bottom lip with his teeth a little. He let it go, and pushed himself up a little, letting your body back down on the mattress. He looked over you again, seeing as how you looked more tired now, but still eager somehow. You were so willing to lay and kiss him all night long, to touch and feel him and let him take the same pleasure from you. You were everything.
"I think perhaps it's time to sleep, my love," he caressed your cheek with the back of his knuckles, smiling and pecking the top of your head before he laid back down beside you.
You instantly wrapped around him again, face buried in his chest, head resting underneath his. He would never get used to the feeling of holding you while you slept, not even since the first time he did it all those years ago. It gave him a sense of security, knowing you were safe within his arms, protected by his strong embrace.
He fell asleep much easier now, having staked his claim and shown you his love in the physical form it took.
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sunlightandsuffering · 6 months
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Padawan Mikasa subtly sending girls flying when they get too close to her Master Eren. She does it at stuff like crowded bars so noone can tell who even did it. But she's so smug when she sends a girl flying into a table of drinks because they were acting too flirty around her master. Eren ofc always knows it's her doing it, at first he didn't know why and thought she just had some violent habits.
But once she got older and Eren realised it was jealously fueling her actions, he'd manhandle her out of the area and find somewhere he can fuck the brattiness out of her until she's dazed and obedient. Maybe use the force to bounce her on his dick faster 🤭
omg okay anon i actually love this so much! imma write it! I saw it earlier before i went back to sleep and I was like damn this is cute!! TBH does starwars count for halloween?? Like should I do a bunch of star wars drabbles for halloween?? would that be cute?? But im imagining when obi wan and anakin are in the club in attack of the clones, looking for Padme's attempted assassin, that's the vibes.
They turn heads, wherever they go in the galaxy they turn heads, and why wouldn't they? Mikasa is beautiful, stunning, one of the most attractive women he's ever seen, and she's in the prime of their youth.
He's not surprised when people look at them, it's just unfortunate that they are also Jedi and well, sometimes stealth is required.
He turns back to his padawan before he enters the club, giving her a stern look, "Would you be willing to perhaps wait outside?" She gives him a wan look that tells him everything he needs to know, and the answer is a firm resounding no. Eren sighs, reaching over to yank at the hood on her head, fingers brushing over the soft apples of her cheeks in the process, tucking raven locks behind her ears. He looks at her face for a moment, heather grey eyes, cheeks flushed the softest shade of blush and full pink lips. She's stunned for a moment, looking up at him so earnestly and with so much affection it's hard not to kiss her.
She is temptation itself so without further delay he yanks her hood rather brutally over her head.
"Eren!" She protests and he grumbles to himself, "Pain in the ass padawan." "Hey!" "Keep the hood on Mikasa or we're gonna have words, you're too distracting."
He paces towards the club entrance, nodding at the bouncers, and just as he's about to step over the threshold he stops, and he hears a little 'oof' just as Mikasa bumps into him, her hands darting out to clutch his waist to steady herself, breasts pressed up against his back. He's quick to turn in her grip, unhooking her arms because the force knows he doesn't have the willpower to withstand her touching him for that long.
He looks at her sternly, his hand reaching out to snatch her lightsaber from her belt and Mikasa pouts at him, "And hide this will you, nothing says Jedi more than a lightsaber Mikasa, oh and don't lose it, that'll be the next thing." "Yes Master," she murmurs, her cheeks colouring pink as she takes the instrument back, eyes darting away at her earlier blunder of losing said lightsaber, but she can't resist a sassy little quip, "But I only learn my habits from you." Brat.
Eren huffs, but says nothing on the matter, but she just might be correct, he's lost his lightsaber more times than he'd care to admit.
He ignores her quip, stepping into the club, his own lightsaber tucked away and immediately he can feel Mikasa at his back, as close as she can get, always pushing her luck. The universe had laughed when she'd been chosen as his padawan, sweet divine intervention, payback for him being a hellion of an apprentice himself. Except Eren thinks Mikasa is much worse, because his master had never had to deal with sexual temptation, he only has so much self control and Mikasa tempts it at every turn.
"We're looking for information," Eren murmurs gruffly as they approach the bar, Mikasas taking his arm in her own, cuddling up to his bicep, an act she'll later claim is simply to keep up the ruse. Mikasa leans into him, waving down the bartender, the perky mounds of her breasts pressing up against his arm, and he knows without looking that she's allowed her robes to slip, just enough to reveal a hint of cleavage. And of course, she's not wearing the requisite undergarments, no she's a young padawan learner, likes to flagrantly flout the rules, thinks the jedi robes she's been issued are a bit too stuffy. And she knows he'd never admonish her about it, had heard tales of his own adventures before she'd even met him, had known how rebellious he'd been, so who is he to tell her what to do. God, had his rebellious phases been a mistake.
Especially when Mikasa leans over to take her drink and pay the bartender and the beige robes she's wearing slips more, revealing a delicate collarbone and just the hint of her shoulder, stretched taut around her left breast now, the beige edge of her robe just barely concealing dusky pink, just a hint. Fuck.
Everything he can't see he can feel though, pressed tightly against his side as she orders a drink to make the ruse seem believable, make them blend in.
She takes a sip of her drink, her robe slipping just a little more and Eren can't function, reaching over with his other arm to yank the robe back up into place irritably.
"We should split up," he tells her gruffly, pulling his arm from her grasp, he can't be in this scenario with her for much longer, she takes advantage and he's too weak to say no sometimes, lets things go on for much longer than they should. "I guess," she sighs, "but I'd feel much comfortable with you master." God that name, that fucking title, it does things to him, dirty things that are making his dick stand hard at attention, and he's thankful for the dark tunic he's wearing, covering up his arousal. It's so wrong, so, so very wrong, but the way she says it, the absolute adoration and devotion in those gray eyes, how he knows she'd look exactly the fucking same on her knees, his cock in her mouth, would probably whisper it, 'Master', pretty and breathless as she sucked him off, as he fucked her into the bed.
No!
Bad Eren!
"Master?" Mikasa questions again, the title lingering on her lips curiously, her hand reaching up to touch his arm, and he resists the urge to yank his arm away. "We're splitting up Miki." She pouts, and Eren feels bad for a moment, it's not her fault really, she's just so damn tempting. He reaches up, tucking a stray lock of hair thats fallen back behind her ear, making sure her hood is secured tightly. A silent ask of forgiveness for her percieved slight. He can't resist the intimate gesture, his finger trailing along her cheek affectionately, and Mikasa leans into him, her eyes fluttering shut.
Force she's so beautiful, so ripe, prime for the taking, it's a wonder he hasn't had her yet, especially with how obviously she'd be into it. In the last year of her apprenticeship she's changed. Where she used to be the perfect padawan, loyal and obedient, almost to a fault, now she was a brat. Like adulthood had changed her.
Freshly eighteen, she'd woken up on her birthday a different girl, the undergarments of her Jedi uniform gone, her new lightsaber, an alarming red almost pink colour that he'd chastised her for. But she'd pouted asking what was so wrong with the colour pink?
It wasn't red!
And tempting him beyond belief, it was like it was her mission in life to fuck with him now.
She'd always driven him nuts of course, just in different ways, it was irritating to have an apprentice that was so much better than him at things. What was he supposed to teach her if she was already good at everything?
She was almost a better sword master than him, and her attunement to the force was amazing, maybe better than his too, it had maddened him those first few months that she could so easily do things he had struggled with for years. And then, during a mission there'd been a close call and he'd realized that Mikasa wasn't perfect, she had things to learn just like everyone else, they were just different things. And now, he'd like to think he'd taught her pretty well, because what Mikasa had to learn wasn't battle techniques or how to use the force, it was how to think outside the rules of the Jedi temple, how sometimes not everything was cut and dry and made sense so easily. So of course, who better to teach her than the most rebellious Eren Yeager who even within the Jedi order was frowned upon for constantly breaking the rules.
People had been outraged, but here they are, with more successful missions than anyone else. "Eren," Mikasa whispers, pulling him out of his haze, her voice breathy, eyes still shut tight as she basks in his touch and he immediately rips his hand away. A frown mars her delicate features, silver eyes peering up at him with displeasure at the removal of his touch. "We're splitting up," he repeats, no remorse this time, physically removing himself from the situation with a step back. "See what you can find out." "Yes Master," she tells them, but this time there's a distinct note of sarcasm to her tone, and she marches off with a huff. Eren groans as he leans back into the bar, the force knows he doesn't deserve this. Well, maybe he does. A little. "Aye, she looks like a right pain in the ass," the bartender speaks from behind and Eren nods in agreement, "She is, can I get a beer?" The bartender chuckles, "She's pretty though." "That she also is," Eren agrees, dropping a few credits onto the bar top for his drink, "Now do you mind if I ask you a few questions about a patron of yours?"
An hour later Eren has gotten some information on their target, but not enough to be satisfied. And Mikasa, well he hasn't seen much of her since she left the bar, just brief moments out of the corner of his eye, her robe falling too low again, chatting up a bar patron a little too flirtatiously, tormenting him in any way she can find.
But he refuses to acknowledge it, can't give her the upper hand, he is the master here, he has to exhibit confidence, self control.
He's becoming a little suspicious about why all the women he talks too suddenly decide to get up and leave halfway through their conversations. If he didn't know any better he'd say someone was using the force to make them leave, but of course Mikasa would never do that. Right? But his suspicions are growing, especially when the third woman in a row suddenly up and leaves their conversation with barely a word.
And then he sees her, she's at the bar, talking to some guy but her gaze is focused on the woman he's with, her fingers moving marginally and of course, with Mikasa's command over the force, it doesn't surprise him when the pretty blonde girl he'd been talking to suddenly sets down her drink. "Sorry I have to go." And then she's gone and Eren doesn't even bother to be subtle as he figures her out, turning his his seat to glare at her. Their eyes lock and she knows she's been caught. Jealous brat, but he can't deny it pleases him just a little, even more so when she obeys his unspoken demand, leaving her conversation entirely to walk over to him. Her drink is clutched tightly in her hand as she awaits her punishment, her head dropped dutifully, "I'm sorry Master." Eren is feeling chaotic today, a little bit of his old rebellious spark fuelling his next actions. Instead of lecturing her about her use of the force he gives her a taste of her own medicine, grabbing her by the waist and bringing her to his lap, tucking her into his body. She makes the sweetest little noise of surprise as she's abruptly forced to straddle him, her face tucked into his neck and Eren chuckles darkly. "Isn't this what you wanted Miki? To pretend to be mine for a night." She squeaks, as he grabs her thighs, settling her how he likes, playing at being the couple that everyone envies, the most beautiful people in the bar that everyone wants to be or wants to fuck, but they have each other. He tucks her close against him, letting her have just a hint of what she does to him, his turn to flagrantly break the rules as he grinds her against his dick, lets her feel the full length her teasing has caused all night.
Because for all Mikasa's talk and bratty behaviour lately, she's still only eighteen, young and inexperienced, she talks a big talk but she can't follow through, too sweet, too shy.
"Master," she whimpers, her head buried in his neck, her hair covered by her robe, "I-I'm sorry." "Don't apologize Mikasa," his hands rove over her curves, cupping the plush of her ass under her robes, "You displayed excellent control over the force, even if you were being kind of a brat while you did it. Did you find out any information." She nods into his neck, her lips tracing along his clavicle and he shivers, "I did." "Good girl." He knows if he could see her face she'd be preening, it's a wonder what praise does to his young padawan, the way her eyes sparkle, and even now she relaxes into his hold, a soft sigh overtaking her. "I'm sorry though Master, I just I couldn't stand it, watching you with them when it should be me." There it is. Eren hums, massaging the plush of her ass gently, resisting the urge to dip down towards the warmth of her heat where he knows she's probably soaked. One hand slips up to her chin, forcing her gaze up to his, he tells her the truth,"You couldn't handle it."
"Master please," she looks up so earnestly, "If you'll let me, I'd like to try."
He says nothing for a moment and Mikasa moves against him, grinding the soft warmth of her cunt down against him where he lays hard and wanting in his robes, "Please Master, please?" He groans, shaking his head, "Pain in my ass." She bats her eyelashes, and Eren lets out a long suffering sigh, "Yeah, go get the ship." AN ATTEMPT AT JEDI EREMIKA !
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leiadyke · 6 months
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exploding you with my mind tell me EVERYHGIN about your padawan ocs i need to hold them very gently in my hands like theyre those bagged goldfish you get at the fair. i need them in my hands to hold and sob over because thyere so fcute im gonig to scream.
WAUGHH THANKIES TYSM THIS IS SO KIND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! okay so first before i go into this you haveto know theyre originally from an outline for a dinluke visual novel gamei started coding and never finished. heheh. the story was originally just about din settling into life with luke and the students while training with the darksaber, but the players choices and how they had din interacting with luke andthe children deteremined the ending.
the padawan children in this au were:
Alluria- a young pantoran girl with bright eyes and a brighter smile, shes very happy with her life on yavin IV and loves studying the force with her fellow padawans, though tends to be alittle air headed and unfocused in her excitment. she wants to be everyones friend! has trouble actually,,, making friends,,, comes off kind of too strong and too much and scares away the other students who are much more reserved than she is
Reina - the youngest baby my darling reina...a young rodian girl who was seperated from her family during imperial rule- and has entrusted masterskywalker with the very important mission of helping her find them (her brother has passed without her knowing, they were extremely close- her mother holds vigil for reina every night and prays for her safe return) and believes whole heartedlysomeday they will. she was extremely shy and soft spoken when she first came to lukes academy- but has since warmed up enough that her very caring and empathetic nature is begining to shine through,, luke thinks she will be a healer
Lylah - a sleepy (almost narcoleptic) twilek girl who has visionsof the future when she dreams- when the force decides shes ready fora vision, she is already fast asleep. luke has seemingly endless patience for her, as he cant imagine having the burden of the future onhisshoulders at such a young age. Lylah is very reserved . quiet and to herself, but not in an aloof way. i think she just knows she wont be awake very long and tries to conserve energy.
Ryo - the oldest and most troubled of all my girlies... came from a very rough home life where her use of the force was punished from a very early age, despite her not being able to control it. using the force scares her, soshe rarely joins the other padawans during training. stays back and tries not to make friends really, becus she feels like this only temporary . and hey, maybe shes right, yknow? lylah has been having visions of a dark force watching them... maybe ryo should be tho one to go investigate,, she doesnt think anyone would even notice she was gone..... the bare bones plot to this vn (since i will probably never go back to it): Din is visiting Grogu at the Jedi Praxeum for the first time; he has met up with Luke on outer rim planets quite a few times but he is the first parent to be allowed to know the location of the actual school. He does not take this lightly. He is introduced to a small handful of other students, as well as invited to stay as long as he likes and observe any of Grogus classes. He does not take this lightly either. Din sits in on as many classes as he can, both enthralled by luke and the desperately need to be as close to grogu as possible. Theres DEFINITELY a scene early on where din walks in on luke training by himself in the dagobah tank-esque look like a little sweaty,,, its a dating sim, fucking sue me. Anyways. Din starts noticing more and more about luke, starts falling in love, you KNOW, the usual, but conflict wise he also notices one of lukes older students seems very troubled… Din points this out to Luke, who has very much noticed and is worried about this students pull to the dark side. He asks Din to talk with the student, give them an outside perspective from quote “a good mans point of view.” Din is hesitant, but agrees for both Luke and his students sake. The student is further gone than Luke had thought, and lashes out at Din, then runs away. Luke is very worried, but also wants this student to have the time they need to let out their emotions on their own… he's just scared of crossing the line either way and not giving them enough or too much time… defos DEFOS a scene where luke cries about how practically raising these kids by himself is so scary and he doesnt know if he's cut out for it, while Din assures him that ofc he is and that he isnt alone. He gives Luke a keldabe kiss, assuming he doesnt know what it means (he does) and assures him that he will never be alone if he doesnt want to be… later, Luke asks Din to come with him; as he has sensed the student off planet and where Luke suspects a sith artifact to be. They battle the student turned sith; and their sith inquisitor “master”...  possible endings ensue.
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kavaeroexe · 2 years
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The fic about the crossover that really good , i can't stop laughing when i image anakin would said that.
Anyway , the new chapter about Elysia make me sad ... I wanna have her so bad but the story aaaa i refused to believe
Can you image Elysia! Reader ,reader have personality like Elysia and the appearance too with Yandere! Star War ? Pretty please
I heard / read Elysia sometime 'gone' that make people panicc , she just like hiding cmiiw👀
Luvv you , have a nice day xoxo
-🐦Anon
OMG ANOTHER GREAT IDEA FOR CROSSOVER-
i’ll give you the prettiest flower~!
Elysia!reader x yandere!star wars character (HC)
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Anakin Skywalker
ayo-
i would say these two is the chaotic together
Anakin is having a high-level of jealousy and you’re the friendly person that like to hangout with everyone
you two good together, its just the jealousy that makes your relationship weird
“You flirt with how many people today?”
“Flirt~? i’m just a sweet talking, and oh! only to Senator Amidala and Rex today!”
“that’s a new record, i hope tomorrow you’ll do none- thank lord the mercy”
because we talking about yandere, i think he ever locked you up once..
no- twice...
three times?
but all of that attempts of him locking you up, you managed to escape easily and without even thinking that he’s locking you up.
“Where did you go?”
“The council, Senator’s room, Visiting the padawans, and Master Kenobi’s room!”
“alright that seems like a nice place to go- wait- MASTER’S ROOM? WHAT FOR?”
“giving flowers~!”
“You giving flowers to many people but me? do you not love me anymore?”
“*gasp* Who said that? oh my sweety baby cheeks my lovey dovey, i prepare you something more than just flowers just for you!”
“really?”
“Yeah~! come on walk with me! i’ll show them to you!”
honestly you’re just taking him around the Jedi Temple and then kiss him sweetly in the quiet place and the last, run!
but you guys a powerful couple, you good at negotiation, distracting and also you’re strong in force + able to masters many forms of lightsaber fight etc, while he’s a good pilot, strong, tall, dominating, and plus you both good at making sudden plan or well-prepared plan
noice
so when you’re gone somewhere or he lost you he’s losing his patience
he kill anybody that he suspects while he’s searching for you
but after all he does, he can’t find you, so he’s badly coming back at his place
“GUYS WE LOSE Y/N’
“CHECK, CHECK THE TRASH COMPACTOR”
“OH KRIFF, WHERE IS SHE?”
but then he saw you, sitting with a tea and wrapping yourself with a blanket, he thought he’s hallucinating
“Welcome home Ani! where have you been? i really miss you... :(”
“Is it really you? i should be the one asking where have you been, im worried sick about you..!!”
Obi-wan Kenobi
he’s the protective yandere
he can’t really like giving you limit about your friendship and locking you up or such, so he’ll just be very protective, so he’s watching you 24/7
he feels relieve when you don’t feel bothered by his appearance most of the time, making sure you’re okay
“You know, Obi, you are a true gentlemen, you guard and making me safe, thankyou for your love, i love it so much~”
you often find him looking out for you 24/7 when he’s free, even though he try to be sneaky 
“No Y/N don’t approach him, i have a bad feeling abut him”
“Remember if someone asking you to stay longer with them, tell them you have a husband” -Obi
“But i don’t have a husband?? we haven’t married ye.. you want us to married theenn~?”
if he’s jealous, he’ll just told himself that ‘come on, Y/N does this everyday’
but if you talking buddy acts to far, he’ll pulling your hand, and then “alright that’s it, you’re coming with me”
even though he’s watching you close, he sometimes just lose you, stupid maybe, but that’s what happened..
“Y/N? where are you? Y/N??”
he puts 100% effort on finding you, telling his clones, telling the other masters, but a bit with acting spice, they didn’t think that he search for you because he’s scared of losing you, just worried for general like losing a not-so-close friend.
and then in the middle of his searching, Cody carrying you, who’s holding a bucket of crown flowers
“Surpriseee, seems that you miss me, doesn’t it master Kenobi?”
this whole time you’re just wandering from place to another place, gathering everything that you catch your eyes on.
when you’re in private, he’ll scold you, but he manages to give you food, sweet drinks and dessert while scolding you, so you eat and listen.
“can you please stop hiding and roaming around the way you likes? i can’t always protect you from somebody who knows!”
but as a form of apologies, you place a kiss in his cheek and a warm tight hug, then let out a giggle
“I’m happy that you’re worried over me, such a gentlemen~”
“I love you, please don’t make me worried again, okay love?”
“Okie dokie!”
Padme Amidala
oh god the lovey dovey couple-
she’s a sweetheart, you’re a sweetheart
if you’re both going as a couple in a formal party, or even a normal party, everybody would say that you both are a happy, full of glitter, romance, fluff couple
y’all are the sweetest couple people could ever see
anything happens to you, she doesn’t insist on releasing her full power to solve it ngl
loves loves loves when you both having a skincare routine or a make up-ing session before both of you start your day
gifting is her way to show her love when she’s not able to show up and cuddles then sharing warmth, so she pick the best jewelry, dress, flower, accessory for you when she has to work most of the day
and every single Padme’s gift that you accept, you’ll wear it when you both have a chance to spend time together
when you’re gone, she’s surprisingly handle it well
connection and money baby
the longest record of her effort finding you that goes missing is 12 hours and 30 minutes
well she remembered it lmao
if you sweet talking or even flirt with your friend or sometimes stranger, she wouldn’t mind
that’s you being you anyway, so no problem she guess
but if somebody flirt with you... alright it depends actually
if you flirt back = soon to be friends 
if you’re silent = mayday mayday, red flag, you’re uncomfortable or worst case, you start to like them
SHE KEPT YOU AWAY LMAO
“Alright here’s the plan, stop meeting them ever again”
“why?”
“They play with at least one woman every day” she could be lying she could tell the truth
“Oh they’re bad... thankyou dear, i’ll take a distance from now on!”
Luke Skywalker
damn this boy is the protective and the paranoid yandere
“No don’t talk to them”
“stay here”
“Y/N, stay right here and wait for me, okay?”
“no don’t go there!”
“You can’t do that!?”
at first, he lets you to have fun with your friends
but the way you’re having fun is your friend makes him reconsider his decision
but he doesn’t want to put a limits on your life, he doesn’t want you to be sad
so he ask Leia, Han, or everyone in the rebellion to keep an eye on her or sumn
“we could watch after her, we promise”
well they lose you anyway
“kriff Luke, we lost her!”
“HOW!?”
well of course he check on the whole place at the base, so does with everybody, and then if he hasn’t found you, he’ll grab his helmet and then using his x-wing to search for you in the whole planet
i swear he drop at least one tear when he’s searching for you 
but guess what?
you’re at the back area of the base
how tf nobody find you in there?
feeding some animals...
okay he forgive you because you look pretty and cute while feeding them
but he will not let you go for the next 24 hours
“i swear you scared me, what if you’re not in the base? what if you’re being kidnapped by the empire and i late to save you? what if you’re being hunted by bounty hunter? oh i can’t lose you you know it!”
“hehe sorry, but at least i’m safe, and that’s all that matters right now right?”
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dwarfsized · 3 months
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10 characters/10 fandoms/10 tags
the always amazing @aevallare tagged me <3 sooooo:
Astarion Ancunin (Baldur's Gate 3) - getting the obvious one out of the way early. you put a character in front of me who gets mad at you for being good and kind because no one has ever been that to him, who is a bitch and that's a feature not a bug, and im not supposed to become deeply obsessed with that? he is everything. to me.
Gideon Nav (The Locked Tomb) - tamsyn muir WHEN will my wife come back from the war? Devotion even when you hate it. Being a weapon in more ways than even you are aware of. Love when you don't know what love is, really, getting it wrong and right at the same time. Gideon @ Harrow is just "its rotten work. especially to me especially if its you. i'll fucking do it but christ alive."
Murderbot (The Murderbot Diaries) - i think i am one of the only people who thinks that Murderbot is on the fem-presenting side of androgynous but i do think that and i'm right. I haven't read the latest book yet. Being forced to interrogate an in-between space, Murderbot's "dont look at me" in combination with vulnerability, the desire to cut and run and figure yourself out and then, like. not actually figuring yourself out much. did the running help? did escaping do anything? or should you have stayed?
Stede Bonnet (Our Flag Means Death) - Cringefail fuck-up pirate my beloved, i hate watching him do things it's like looking in a mirror. Theater kid playing dress up, steeped in self-doubt and trying to get everyone to talk about their feelings. In season one he looks at his own life and says "is anyone going to ruin this?" and doesn't wait for an answer. I want to kiss him in the moonlight. Every time I think about him I want to throw up. <3
Keyleth (Critical Role) - The weight of the world on her shoulders because she's been raised to lead her people, and all that simmering rage she tries to keep under wraps, and then she only gets a tiny bit of time with the person she loves before she has to live for years and years and years and watch everyone she cares about leave her. Archdruids with timeless body are an existential nightmare.
Alex Louis Armstrong (Fullmetal Alchemist) - okay listen. when i rewatched fmab in college, I was fully ready to fall in love with Riza. I was very surprised when I realized that it was not the badass with the gun I was fixated on, but the. big muscle-y guy who cries a lot and gets used for comic relief 60% of the time. but. im here. i love him. the ishval flashbacks got to me.
Blue (This is How You Lose the Time War) - Loving someone enough you're willing to let them close enough to kill you. The inherent rot beneath blooming things. Taking the slow path. Not leaving well enough alone. Love, but with teeth. I'm so normal about her (lying)
Cora Sabino (Noumena Series) - I wish I could tell everyone to read Axiom's End because I loved it, but I cant because the sequel fucked me up so bad. Its good! but god the atmosphere is so oppressive and Cora's struggle with depression is extremely real for an alternate history story that asks the question "what if we found out aliens were real during the bush administration?" I was legitimately unwell.
Obi-Wan Kenobi (Star Wars) - I just think he's the funniest guy with a laser sword. so repressed. had one of the most grey-jedi masters to ever do the damn thing. bitchy. the chosen one is his padawan. honestly he had to know anakin was sneaking out to canoodle with padme and just decided it wasn't his problem. calls himself fucking ben on the hell sand planet. why was he like that.
Spock (Star Trek) - this is the most "i just think he's neat" of all of them. i inherited this blorbo. this blorbo was handed down to me from my mom. he was hers first, im just picking up the torch. "guy who acts like he has no emotions but every seven years enters a fuck or die frenzy" im sorry but that's. that's too good. i have no choice but to rotate him in my mind.
I cannot tag 10 people but i will tag @asterordinary and @werewolfnobody and if anyone else wants to do it go for it! tag me so i can read your response!
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romanarose · 1 year
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From your prompt list!
“Don’t fall in love, there’s just too much to lose” featuring Obiwan (maybe he knows the reader has feelings for him but he pushes her away after knowing what happened to Satine??)
I'VE NEVER WRTTEN FOR OBI AAAAHHHHHHHHH Only Star Wars men I've written for have been Han, (and Lando and Poe who have been featured in this long ass Han story I'm working on but not much) IM SO EXCITED
My blog is almost exclusively oscar Isaac characters but Star Wars is my life bro I'm excited to open it up!!!!
ANYWAAAYYYY
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The timing was bad, on top of everything else.
Like "the Galaxy is under fascist rule", bad.
Like "I'm a fugitive being hunted by the most powerful Jedi at present who may or may not have lost his mind" bad
Like "At the moment, most of my free time is being spent training with the force ghost of my old master and making sure these two 10 year olds don't die, when, just like their father, chaos seems to follow them everywhere they go" bad
Then there was the fact he was a jedi, one of the last of them at this point. He still had a vow of celibacy, no attachments. He couldn't exactly turn his back on the order now. Of course, the flaws of the order are part of what got the galaxy to this point...
Of course, he had broken the no attachment rule. A lot. Anakin, Padme,Qui-Gon, Ahsoka, Satine... Satine...
Obi-Wan had assumed for a long time he was just weak, that he just needed to be more disciplined. Attachment is what drove Anakin to where he is now, isn't it? But after years of thought, (and some choice words from his old master) he had begun to think the issue had been with the jedi order.
All these thoughts swirled around in his head as he pulled away from the kiss. Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? He wasn't entirely sure.
"We can't do this" Where the worlds that slipped out of his mouth, a biproduct of the thoughts pounding against his head.
He watched your face, previously holding a nervous smile, fall. "Oh."
He wanted to bring your smile back, he wanted to make your smile for the rest of his life, but that wasn't possible.
"He'll hurt you." Was the excuse he gave.
"That's bullshit" You replied, face set in a line determined not to break. You knew Vader was after him. You didn't know why, other than he was a Jedi. Why Vader had a particular vendetta against Ben, you had no clue. He said it was safer that way.
"If he finds me, if he knows that I-" love you, he almost said. But he couldn't. He wouldn't. Not again. He wouldn't watch another person he loved burn alive or die in his arms. Don't fall in love, he told himself. There's just too much to lose.
"Bullshit" you reassert, crossing your arms. "You're a coward. I don't know what happened to you before, and I don't ask. That's your prerogative. But don't pretend this is about me, this about you. You're afraid."
Somehow, you knew. You always knew what was going on in his head. "You have no idea," He said with an edge of irritation. "No idea what war took from me, it took everything I ever loved! I won't let it take you."
"You lose me either way, Ben!" You shout, throwing your hands up in frustration.
You wait for him to respond.
He doesn't
"Okay, Ben. I'll walk away. You can pretend this is for my safety if you want. I'm done."
He watched you walk. You don't turn around. For a brief moment, you stop. Were you wanting to take another look? Were you hoping he'd stop you?
Obi-Wan had spent a lot of time over his years thinking e simply should have been better, more disciplin. He could've saved Qui-Gon, Satine, Anakin, Padme, Cody, Ahsoka, if only he tried harder, trained better.
It took all the discipline left in him to let you leave.
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THANK YOU FOR READING!!!
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deepspacedukat · 2 years
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Okay so i decided to give a name and look to the human counter part of Soven the vulcan. (Soven has tanned skin, jet black hair, aquamarine blue eyes, 6ft 1”) Then you have Melody Steorra (pale skin, platinum blonde hair, emerald green eyes, 5ft 6”) 😂 yes i know what im doing with the size difference. Im loving these two the more i start thinking and writing about them. 
*Soven and Melody talking about survival situations that could come up in future missions* 
Soven: -and that is why if you are trapped in a hallway during a fire on the ship you want to find a maintenance tunnel or air duct that can be sealed off from the area that has caught fire.
Melody: Huh, very…informative thanks for sharing. 
Soven: You are welcome. However I would have informed you without prompt as this is important survival information that I believe you should know.
Melody: “…”
Soven: *nods and goes back to his data pad*
Melody: Hey Soven? 
Soven: Yes?
Melody: What would you do if I was kidnapped by the enemy and in exchange they wanted information about something vital? Like possible weak points in the ship or etc etc?
Soven: There is an old Vulcan proverb that states the needs of many outweigh the needs of the few. I believe the answer is clear the crew cannot be put at risk for one person including you. <he says knowing full well how big of a lie that is and how he would go bat sh*t if anyone where to try and pull anything like that with Melody> The loss of life is to be mourned but only if the life is wasted, the safety of the collective crew would not be a waste of life. <Translation no matter what he was taught as a child on Vulcan he would never forgive himself if he lost her>
Melody: WoOow you literally could be a Jedi. Alright if that’s how you feel Obi Wan Kenobi don’t come crying to me when I die like Satine because of your high and mighty Bull crap.
Soven: I do not understand. What is a Jedi and who is Obi Wan…Cannoli?
Melody: …Did you-did you just…? *leaves the room crying from laughter*
Soven: *he talks quietly to himself once the door closes* 
Soven: You are right I would not be able to leave you behind Melody. I lost you once, never again.
*flashback to a memory of the incident three months ago when Melody was MIA. Everyone including him thought the Xindi killed her in battle and he broke down hugging the sweater she left in his room and inhaling her scent trying to cement it to memory knowing that the perfume would fade.”
UM. YOU'RE NOT ALLOWED TO MAKE ME EMOTIONAL LIKE THAT. (I'm joking, obviously, of course you are.) Holy shit that's so cute though!!!! <3 Excuse me while I melt over those two!!!
That last paragraph in particular made my heart explode. Omg, I absolutely love what you've come up with!!!! Also the height difference is lovely and perfect and 10000/10 *chef's kiss* I ship Melody and Soven SO FUCKING HARD.
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still haveht seen all of ahsoka show yet but I have been seeing stuff on this star wars account I follow that I don’t understand so I’m assuming it’s in the part I didn’t watch bc I was Very uninterested.
ummm so I’m thinking about it again and as ahsoka tano fan top 10 she’s one of my faves of all time. I just. my. A H S O K A. show. the. A H S O K A. show. and its like here’s the rebels and I’m like oh great that characters I really don’t care about thanks. like I watched their show it was alright I grew to like them BUT NOT ENOUGH FOR ME TO WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN. well. except hera I love hera I want to see her always <3 BUT THE ITHERS?? WHATEVER!!!! I would like to see what my sweet sweet ahsoka is doing and what shit she’s wrecking on the other side of the galaxy. not. her wayward padawan. why does she have one of those? Like why is ahsoka “I am no jedi” tano waltzing around with a padawan and WHY IS SHE SO DRY ? :((( her actor gets her snarky bits well SHED DO THE SILLY WELL TOO I BET WHY DONT THEY GIVE HER THE SILLY ? she’s so serious I want to kill myself a little. ahsoka my little high school drop out why does she act like a “cool” teacher who breaks the rules only a little but is still a teacher none the less. OHHHH kills myself whatever. she’s not Totally down for the rules but she’s more down for the rules than I think she should be. she’s too slash srs. like ahsoka is wise as hell she’s very smart but she was never BORING….. CRIES MYSELF TO SLEEP.
look even that aside I just don’t care about sabine like that I don’t care about ezra that much and I definitely don’t want to go to Big Plot Thrawn like fuck that wgaf you get rid of that guy for OOOH? BIG PLOT ?? MAYBE FOR LATER ?? and then he comes back with MID PLOT. and does nothing. like I haven’t finished the show yet but I’m presuming he gets defeated bc I think I would’ve heard of big thrawn Star Wars phase BUT I HAVE NOT! so it’s just let’s have ezra again. which. as already stated. IDCABOUTHIMCOUGH. sorry ezra. I just. yeah. go off girl go crazy go stupid do whatever im gonna look over here now though.
like. I love my slay renegade disaster lineage girl who’s like nah fuck this we done. and does her own thing. SHE IS NO JEDI !!!! why have a padawan…… whatever
look I don’t like extra dubious disaster lineage that shit ended with ahsoka okay? BOOP yoda BOOP dooku BOOP quigon BOOP obiwan BOOP anakin BOOP ahsoka and then she was like okay this is the worst lineage in the history of ever let’s not. green freak, Sith Lord, rebel who died too young L, the “negotiator”, little freakass orphan annie who let him in here?? he’s too emotionally unstable—, and ahsoka tano the best thing to come out of this whole thing. one she doesn’t end up a sith lord two she knows what’s up she knew the order was flawed and went fuck this shit I’m out LOSERS and went on her own significantly more righteous path of awesomeness to be. what a jedi really SHOULDVE been. COOL. AS. HELL !!!! kind and compassionate, a bit of a smart ass, and selfless to high heaven. if there’s good to be done she will do it. she is bound by no order she is bound by no code she will do as she wants when she wants and she will make such a good impact and she will look so cool doing it. she also kicks so much ass.
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More Master Dooku and little padawan Qui Gon.
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rosequartzwriting · 2 years
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Bad Decisions
Pairing: Crosshair X Fem! Jedi Reader (no y/n)
Description: You cannot handle Crosshair. After him doing something bold during a mission, you two have some tension. Later at 79′s, things escalate into more bad decisions.
Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, drinking at 79s, angst and hate, swearing, Cross being a tough dom, p.i.v. sex, oral (m receiving), light choking and spanking, f fingering, some degrading
Word Count: 5.0k (im not sorry)
A/N: My first smut fic im nervous MINORS GO AWAY DONT INTERACT, I hope my first time writing a sexy scene is okay let me know what you think! Gods this is filthy. Also contains some friendship with Cody because I love him. If you see typos or grammar mistakes NO YOU DIDNT I wanted to get this out ASAP lol. Also this is just in time for kinktober haha.
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“What was that?” You gestured with your deactivated lightsaber towards the wreckage. Remains of battle droids and parts of the buildings scattered everywhere from the explosions. There was still smoke which rose up high into the air, defiantly being the signal that would let the rest of his squad know that things were finished. 
“It did the job, didn’t it?” The still helmeted clone came down to your level from his position on the rooftops, climbing down a ladder with one hand holding his rifle.
You stomped up to him, who towered over you in height. “You blew up their town! We’re lucky we evacuated them before this all started!”
“See, I didn’t kill anybody.” His sarcastic words mixed with his permanent sly tone made you more aggravated with him than you already were.
“We can’t be going around blowing up the towns of those we have ties with. The senate is not going to be happy when they learn that we used rhydonium to blow up part of a residential complex!”
Crosshair took off his helmet and tucked it under his arm. The look on his face was of his signature gloom and unamusement. “I cleared out the droids, those were my orders.”
“And my orders were to clear out Separatist influence here, not be destructive!”
“I did what I had to do. There were too many droids, they would have over taken the two of us if I hadn’t done something. I basically saved your ass.” He had pulled out a toothpick, seemingly out of nowhere, and was jabbing it in your direction as he spoke. 
“Saved me?” Unbelievable, you thought. “I was doing fine, I’m a Jedi.”
“Well, Jedi,” The title spilled off his tongue like it disgusted him. “you should thank me. And if you forgot, I don’t follow rules or codes. I take orders and execute them at any cost.”
You really despised this clone. From the way he carried himself to the seemingly bad ideas he often made on a whim. When Hunter’s instructions were vague, he often took matters into his own hands. All the time you have worked with the Bad Batch, there was always something he did that got on your nerves. This time you had to clean up his mess and you were not ready to try to explain to the counsel what happened here. 
“Fuck you, Crosshair!” 
He said nothing. Looked at you for a brief second. You felt his stare drag up and down your body. It slowed and lingered in places, eventually landing on your face again.
Then he had the absolute audacity to say, “Is that a threat or a promise?” 
You let out an agitated sigh and did not reply to that. 
“Let’s regroup, I need to have a word with your sergeant.” You shoulder checked him, shoving him with all your built up anger, and walked passed him. 
His footsteps followed behind you in a respectable distance. He could easily close that distance with a few quick strides. He didn’t, feeling the tension between you both linger as you walked on. “No need to be so angry, darling.”
“Don’t call me that.” 
He chuckled deeply. You felt it rattle in the air. It traveled to your bones. It did not help your growing headache. You were hoping things would clear up after you had talked to Hunter, Tech, and Wreaker. Then you needed to deal with matters back on Coruscant, which you were not excited for.
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You downed the contents of your glass in a single swig. 
“Woah,” Cody laughed, “easy there.”
“I need it.” You put your glass down on the bar with a satisfying click. You turned around and laid your back against the bar, looking out into the busy club and stretching your arms out. “Had a rough day.”
“I can tell,” Cody sipped from his glass.
By some miracle, you had talked your way out of trouble with both the Senate and the Jedi Council. Nobody was joyed at the fact that the town you were assigned to protect had been damaged by explosions. What mattered was you got the civilians out safely and cleared out the enemy where they were not permitted. You still mentally beat yourself up for allowing such a thing to happen. But your excuse had been that force 99 was known for doing things not by the book. And with Hunter’s approval, put full responsibility on the fact that they had been assigned to you. 
You had been so stressed out that you needed a night out to clear your head.
After you had dealt with the problem you were presented with, you cleaned yourself up, wore something nice, and made your way to 79′s. You had ran into Commander Cody on the way out, and invited your old friend for a night out. It was night on Coruscant already and the club was buzzing with activity from its other patrons. The music was bumping, the bass traveling through your body with every beat. The sound of clones and others drunkenly talking and laughing and gossiping rattled around the building.
You had replaced the previous chaos with another type of chaos, but this one soothed you.
“I worked with force 99 today,” you told Cody and he let out a chuckle, being aware of your complications with that one member of the team.
“He give you a hard time again?” he asked.
“You could say that,” you sighed.
“Don’t worry about that.” Cody put an arm around your shoulders in a comforting way. “You’re here to relax. I’ll buy you your next drink. And maybe later we can go dancing, if you like.”
Thank the Maker for this man.
You and Cody spent the beginning of the night together. You two chatted and laughed through the music, saying hi to any familiar faces that walked by. After a few drinks, you were feeling the excited affects of the alcohol and dragged Cody to the dance floor. You danced away all the tension and stress that had been building up inside you all day. And for a moment you forgot you were a Jedi, not having a care in the world and not thinking about the war. 
After what felt like a couple hours spent at 79′s, Cody took your hand and started to pull you off the dance floor. You pouted as he pulled you through the crowd of clones and others. He gave you a soft smile over his shoulder.
“I should head out, I have to rise early tomorrow morning. Me and the General have a mission on the outer rim.” Cody rose his voice so you could hear him over the music. 
“Aww, already?” You whined, stumbling in your heels a little. Cody’s hand was right at your waist to catch you if you fell.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” He patted you on the back in a brotherly way. “You will be alright here by yourself?”
“I’ll find some entertainment.” You giggled, now back and leaning against the bar. “See you on the field, Commander.” 
He returned your light-toned salute with one of his own before he disappeared into the crowd and out of the building. You were sad to see him go a bit early in the night, but knew Cody was not one to party too hard. If you wanted a crazy night that resulted in a hangover, you would call a few friends from the 501st. 
You turned around and eyed the bartender, and without needing to ask you what you wanted, he handed you a short glass of the cocktail you had been ordering. With a light thank you, you brought it to your lips.
Suddenly, a slithering voice from right beside you said, “Eventful night?”
Not even needing to look to your left, you knew who that voice belonged to. You choked and your cocktail sputtered out of your mouth, splashing onto your hand and the front of your jacket. After a second of regaining your composure, you looked up and sure enough there he was. 
Crosshair was leaning on the bar, a glass of dark liquor in his hand and toothpick hanging from his lips. He gave you a blank yet amused expression from witnessing you spilling your drink on yourself. Another thing that added to your shock was seeing him wear something other than his clone armour. A leather jacket and dark jeans. It was an odd sight but you were overcome with enough irritation to oversee it at the moment.
You slammed your glass on the bar. “What are you doing here?”
“Same as you I assume,” he said, lifting his drink almost in a cheers motion. 
“How long have you been standing there?” you asked in an annoyed tone, grabbing a napkin to dry your mess.
“Since before you came from the dance floor with the Reg.” 
He plucked his toothpick out of his mouth and took a swig of his drink. Whiskey. You watched his movements with loathing.
“You’re exactly the last person I wanted to see tonight,” you practically growled at him, “and here you are, chilling with a glass of whiskey right beside me.”
Cross looked down at his glass, “How’d you know?”
“I can smell it.” you spat, bringing your own glass to your lips without breaking eye contact with him as you stared him down.
That was not the only thing you could smell from him. There was a woodsy scent coming from him. In juxtapose to the sharp and sour smell of alcohol on him and in the air, there lingered that softer smell. Was that cologne? Your senses seemed to focus on it.
“You clean up nicely, this is the first time I’ve seen you not so...uptight,” he said, putting his toothpick back into his mouth.
Not many people you knew saw you in anything other than your Jedi attire, only those who ran into you at 79′s. Tonight you had gone all out, hoping that you might catch someone’s eye. A cropped lacey top was poking out from the opening of your jacket, a leather skirt making the outfit a little more flirtatious. You had done your hair and makeup as well. Defiantly deviating from what a Jedi is expected to look like.
You rolled your eyes at him, “I could say the same for you, but I might vomit.”
Crosshair chuckled darkly.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I am and I will.”
You growled, “Why am I still here? I came here to get away from you!”
Cross downed the contents of his glass before standing up to his full height. Even in your heels, he was still this tall and intimidating image. “Why do you always act like such a bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch, you’re a fucking prick!”
He was all up in your face now, cornering you against the bar. “Do you actually want to test me? Cause I will make you regret every word that comes out of that loud mouth of yours!”
His words and his tone, for some reason, went straight to your core. A flush crept up on your face and burned into your skin. The sudden urge to tighten your legs together twitched at you. 
The distance between you both was filled with tension. All the other times you both had been in a room together the tension felt like burning anger. But this moment...it felt...electric. A new kind of tension. You had no idea where it came from. Maybe it was because he had you basically bent over backwards onto the bar, or how his statement could be interpreted into another way. Alcohol could have been a factor as well.
Your eyes scorched into his amber ones. They then darted down to the toothpick hanging from his lips. The tip of his tongue was swirling it around. You stared at it and a filthy image popped into your mind. It made you shutter, but that shutter was not one of disgust like they usually were.
You leaned in closer. He froze and did not dare to move. Slowly, without breaking eye contract with him, you got close enough to gently grab the toothpick from his lips with your own. You pulled back just enough to have some distance while still in close proximity, and let the small piece of wood hang from your mouth in the same way he does it. 
Crosshair looked dumbstruck. You mentally praised yourself for making the clone who always knew what to say absolutely speechless. That looked turned into one that resembled a hungry animal. Feral and possessive.
With him looking at you like this and the seductive move you had just pulled, you realized something for the first time in your life: Crosshair was incredibly sexy.
His eyes wandered further and you felt the heat of his stare scan down to your chest, lower to your hips and thighs. They lingered on your leather skirt that suddenly felt too tight on your body. The strong smell of his whiskey coming off him made your head spin. He inched ever so closer, his next words whispered.
“You’re playing with fire, darling.” 
This was the first time that you did not snap at him from calling you that. You were overcome with the feeling that you wanted him to call you that again. 
You shrugged playfully and whispered to him, “Maybe I’m just a bitch.”
Cross raised his hand and let it land on your arm, before having his fingers travel up your bicep, shoulder, the bare skin of your neck, your jaw, to your lips. He gently took the toothpick from them, brushing against the plush flesh before retreating. 
“Maybe you are,” he whispered back.
“Keep talking to me like that and my tipsy ass I might do something.” Your words were almost threatening, but in the whispered exchange it was seductive. 
“Really?” He was so close now that you could feel the vibrations of his voice. “What’s on that mind of yours?” 
You decided to finally scratch that seething itch you were feeling, one that might have been buried deep inside of you for so long. During the biggest fuck it moment in your entire life, you grabbed the collar of Crosshair’s jacket and slammed your lips onto his. His hands found your waist as you felt him kiss you back instantly. It was heated and almost aggressive. You were being leaned even further onto the bar top as Crosshair seemed to get overly into it. You did not complain.
When you pulled away, you saw his eyes were blown with lust. 
“Come home with me,” you said with a crack in your voice.
“Absolutely.” 
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As soon as you shut the door to your small city apartment, there was zero space between the two of you. Crosshair had shoved you up against the door, kissing you roughly once again. One hand was on your waist and slithering its way into the opening of your jacket, while the other was tracing the leather of your skirt and grabbing your backside. You were completely turned on by everything about this, seemingly fueled by the fire of your hatred for this man. But you wanted him so badly.
He helped you out of your jacket without breaking the kiss. When it was tossed on the floor, he pushed you back against the door and raised his knee to press between your legs. You whimpered, the need for pressure and friction there being teased. Cross pulled away from you to chuckle.
He took a good look at you, “One second you’re yelling at me and the next you want me in your bedroom.” A hand went to the zipper on your skirt, slowly pulling it down. While he did that, you pulled your shirt over your head. “Oh fuck me, darling,” he hissed and yanked your skirt down so you could kick it off you. 
Underneath you had worn a red set of lacey lingerie. 
“You wore these to 79′s thinking you were gonna go home with some reg?” He tisked you teasingly. “Pathetic.” He then brought his lips right up to your ear, they brushed against your earlobe. “I’ll show you a better time than any reg could ever give you.” He left kisses on your ear and let them drag all the way down to your neck and collar bones. “No reg deserves a body this beautiful.”
Your legs almost collapsed right there. His words had never made you feel this way until now. Words coming out of that mouth often made your blood boil. Now they were making a different heat rush all throughout your body, making you hot and bothered and weak and desperate to be touched. It made you wonder what else that smart tongue was capable of. 
His arms snaked around your torso and up, painstakingly tracing the lace of your bra. His long, slender fingers continued to travel towards your back. They finally reached the clasp and he unhooked it in one swift motion. That told you he had experience. You shuttered again, for what felt like the millionth time.
He slid the straps off your shoulders and dropped your bra to the floor, revealing your breasts that were perky from your arousal. Crosshair’s fingers traced themselves around their shape and eventually gently grasped them with his hands. He gave them both a squeeze. A small whine left your throat.
“Just so you know what you’re getting yourself into, I don’t play lightly. After I warm you up, I’m not going to hold back.”
He kissed you again, a lot softer than before. He was easing you into it, testing the waters. Then you realized he was asking for your consent.
His next words confirmed your suspicions, “If you’ll let me.”
You were astonished at his gentle tone despite the burning desire in his eyes. This was the calm in the storm, the eye of the hurricane. A small pause before he would be all over you again. You were surprised that he even had a gentle side to show, even for a brief moment. 
But you were ready for where this would go. “Take me, Crosshair.”
He smirked at you and you sucked in a sharp breath.
In painstakingly slow motions, he helped slide your panties off your ass and down your legs. He did not even let them drop completely before he was kissing you roughly again. The fabric had gotten caught around one of your heels, which were still on, you would have tried to shake them off if it wasn't for what he did next.
While still pressing you against the door, his hand dived between your legs. Your cry was muffled as you felt him circle the wetness that had pooled at your opening. He moved up wards just slightly to tease your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was the slightest brush, but you writhed in his arms.
“So sensitive,” he purred. He knew what his teasing was doing.
“You really are a prick,” you hissed at him through your teeth. But he shut you up by putting pressure on your clit again, making you throw your head back and hit the door.
“Maybe I am,” he chuckled. You had to let out a breath of a laugh at that, remembering his words at the club. He then slipped one finger into your opening, making you squeak in surprise. “Oh you’re so wet already. I always suspected you would be such a slut.” He put a second finger to join the first.
“Huh?” you breathed, it coming out more as a moan than something comprehendible. 
“I’ve wanted to rip your clothes off ever since the first time you screamed in my face.”
You laughed brightly at that and he chuckled again. But you were right back to moaning when his fingers probed deeper into you. They curled beautifully inside you, finding a spot that no one else you had been with found before. You gripped the front of his jacket tightly as he lifted one of your legs with his other hand, guiding it from behind your knee to rest around his waist.
The state he had you in was driving you crazy. Against the door, fingering you, fully naked while he had not taken a single thing off. 
“Crosshair,” you moaned his name. He growled in your ear at that. “Holy fuck.”
“Enjoying yourself, baby?”
You nodded pathetically.
He slid his fingers out of you and pushed your leg back down so he could begin to strip his jacket off. While he was doing that you reached for his belt and fumbled with the buckle. 
“Eager little thing,” His jacket dropped and he pulled his shirt over his head. He was beautifully built, a slender toneness with strong biceps and abs. Grey hair was softly scattered across his chest, which lead down his waist and dipped into his pants. You wanted them off so badly. Crosshair saw the desperation in your eyes, so he helped you undo his belt and zipper. 
He roughly pushed you down to get on your knees. “Show me how much you want me.” You obeyed, looking up at him with innocent eyes as you pulled his jeans and underwear down past his hips. His hard cock sprung free right in your face and you did not hesitate to gently grasp it with one hand and bring the tip to your lips. You lapped up the bead of precum slowly and he sighed in content, “That’s a good girl.”
You wrapped your lips around him and took as much as you could, letting your hand hold the rest. His growls were driving you insane and going right to your pussy. His fingers threaded through your hair and lightly tugged on your scalp as you began to bob your head on him. Tears were already swelling in your eyes from how he hit the back of your throat on every stroke. You paced yourself, reminding yourself to breathe, and took him like something from a naughty holovid.
Crosshair’s growling turned into mumbling curses, spilling with praises as he began to move his hips in time with you. And when you looked up at him with your beautiful eyes, a gag trying to push its way out of your throat, his knees felt weak. He gripped your hair harder and began to fuck your throat with some force, you squeezing your eyes shut and taking what he was giving you.
He quickly yanked you off of his cock and huffed heavily, “Damn baby, you’re gonna make me cum too early.” He helped you up off the floor, turned you around to spank your ass, and pushed you forwards towards your bedroom. “Move it!” You obeyed, feeling him continue to poke at your cheeks along the way. Your giggles made him chuckle, and his lips were on your neck.
“You’re a loud mouth in bed, Cross.” You jabbed at him, feeling his teeth begin to nibble at your shoulder playfully. You could defiantly get used to hearing him talk so much now. His often silent and independent demeanor was nowhere in sight, overcome by this animal that was hidden all along. 
“Hands and knees, I’m fucking you right now.”
You did not hesitate to craw onto your bed. It was like you could feel him watching you, so you made sure to arch your back nicely and sway your hips. He followed behind, resting on his knees and bringing a hand up to stroke at your pussy lips from behind. You twitched under him, anticipating the moment he would finally give you what you wanted.
After another slap on the ass that left you whining, he lined his cock up to your dripping hole. He slowly slid in and the stretch made you sink to your elbows. The feeling of Crosshair filling you up made you let out a moan that softly shuttered through your body. 
“Oh fuck,” He seethed, his words adding to your own pleasure, “you’re so tight.”
When he moved you were gone. Your moaning grew louder with every forceful movement of his hips, mixing with the sounds of your ass slapping onto his pelvis. Crosshair’s grunting and soft growls were being burned into your memory, you not wanting to forget how you were making him feel. 
And when he knocked your knees further apart on the bed in the slightest, a new angle gave you more pleasure. You sinking lower made his strokes deeper, him being able to reach that beautiful spot inside you once again. His pace began to pick up as well, the hands on your waist letting him have more control over you. 
The absurdity of what was happening dawned on you in that moment. “What am I doing?” you said in between crying out.
“You’re not asking me to stop. You’re not regretting it.”
“I might later.”
“You’re loving it right now, so what does it matter?” He snapped his hips for emphasis, thrusting into you even harder now. The sounds you were making said that you were indeed loving it.
“Ohhh I fucking hate you!” You seethed through your teeth.
“I hate you too, darling,” he growled in reply. He kept railing you with the new force and let out a noise that was purely animal. “Oh, but I do love this pussy.”
Admitting it disgusted you, but he was the best you have ever had. He had you completely cock dumb from what he was doing to you. Something told you that you might not regret this later.
He grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back. You let out another whimpering moan that let him know that you were all his. His other hand reached over to stroke your clit while still ramming into you. You were so overwhelmed with all the sensations and how good he was. The best kind of torture, physically and mentally. 
Crosshair was almost laughing at the whining mess you had become.
You were surprised at how quickly he was able to build you up. You could feel your release creeping up and your muscles tightening with it. He could feel your walls clench around him as you whimpered more and gripped the bedsheets, so he kept his pace steady and tortured your clit even more.
“Crosshair-” you choked on his name in a moan, “I-”
“I know, baby.” He let go of your hair and moved to softly grasp the front of your neck. He carefully pulled you back, making sure you were okay with it. More whimpering told him yes. “Cum for me!”
His sexy voice is what sent you over the edge. You trembled underneath him, screaming his name as he fucked you through it. He had some mercy on you to stop stroking your clit, but still held on to your neck as he brought his pace down. He let you enjoy the moment. “Good girl.”
You had never had a more beautiful orgasm than what you had just experienced. 
Crosshair slid out of you, leaving you feeling empty. He helped you turn around to face him, holding onto your weakened body firmly. You kissed each other again with hunger. 
He grabbed your boobs and pushed you backwards. “On your back,” he demanded. Despite your shaking legs, you did as he said. “I’m not done with you,” He climbed on top of you and settled himself between your legs again. Pushing back in, he gripped your thighs and kissed your chest and neck.
It felt different with having him on top of you, caging over you and having you down against your bed. His height made you feel small, like it often did, but here it felt exciting. You wrapped your arms around his neck and let your fingers thread through the short strands of his hair. 
After your release, his thrusts were impactful in your oversensitive core. 
He held onto you as he chased his own. His dominant energy was slowly fading as he got closer, becoming weak for you and how you were making him feel. His grunts turned into quiet moans, and that made you smile.
“I’m close, darling,” He burred his face in your neck. “Fuck,” he growled, “where do I-”
“In me,” you moaned, “I’m fine.”
He sputtered as his thrusts lost their rhythm. All is muscles tightened. He his back was glimmering with a thin sheen of sweat. His teeth sunk into your shoulder as he came, a moan coming from the back of his throat. His muscles all relaxed in his bliss, like any anger inside of him simply disappeared. 
You could feel his hot release mix with your own wetness. You held onto him as he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily next to your ear. You shoulder ached from his biting, but you did not mind at all. Thankfully it was in a place you could cover with your robes, you thought.
When he regained himself enough, he pulled out and laid down beside you. He clung onto you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting you rest against his chest. The gesture was comforting, another part of his soft side that you had witnessed tonight. An all new layer of Crosshair that made you want this moment and this night to last forever.
He whispered while out of breath, “I’m taking a break before I play with you again, I still want more.” His hand stroked your waist and hip gently. When he was tired from his release, he looked so a peace. So relaxed and content, just seeing it on his face made you feel the same. 
You nuzzled into his chest, then poked at his shoulder with a finger, “Your squad,” you huffed, “will never,” another huff, “know about this.”
“I’d never hear the end of it if they knew.” he sighed with a hint of a smile in his voice.
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TAGS: @wolffes-eye​ 
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virtualtoybox · 2 years
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okay nobody asked however tho i may be cringe i am also FREE so heres the story beats for dark lady au -
-padme survived, tho is handicapped from injuries sustained during her fight with anakin on mustafar. shes in a leadership position in the rebellion, but stays disguised as a handmaiden to the queen of alderaan as a way to protect here identity from the empire. 
-luke and leia are raised basically co-parented by the organas as well as padme and sabe. luke and padme are extremely close while her relationship with leia remains strained and distant... being a mother to her daughter was harder than was to be one to her son. she saw too much of herself in leia, and it scared her, and i think it scared leia too. a ferocity and need to change the world around her but too young to do anything about it. padme wishes she had done more about it. she tries so hard to make up for hte mistakes of her past, creating a better future for her children based on the foundation she failed to build before. 
- its around 12 years old that the children are found out by vader, and leia is singled out just by being on the wrong planet at the wrong time, just because she happened to by the first he found ina vulnerable enough position. he never planned to take leia; it didnt have to be her. 
- middle middle ive been drinking and smoking, ALL NIGHT, so suck it up you dont get the intensive leia sith training meta. maybe tomorrow. 
- ....okay just a lil. so she is fairly easy to manipulate tbqh considering shes so hunger for more and better and any sort of satisfaction that can ease the burning in her gut for just a second. palpatine offers her that in the form of force training- something her mother forbade. 
- so leia very definitely like. feels like being a sith can get her where she wants to be- where palpatine is. doing better than him. 
- a new hope is different in many ways but the one i will talk at length about is Leias assassination of emperor palpatine. vader is tasked with stopping the hotshot pilot trying to destroy the death star and comes back to give his master the bad news only to find a mangled body and his daughter wuth blood on her hands. she wont tell him what exactly happened- but that she does expect a new title. 
- emperor vader and his daughter; the dark lady arfenia (the devoted) are a very intense hand in unlovable hand fucked up power duo who feed off each other in the worst most unhealthy ways - she hates him so much, knows she needs him alive for now, shaking deep in her bones to finally kill him. he loves and would die for her easily, knows its not yet his time so he  is basically a puppet leader for his extremely disturbed daughter. 
-during this time, padme takes luke to ahsoka for force training- desperate for some form of defense against her ex husband ... against her own daughter.
- leia and han end up meeting when han is taken prisoner by vader to try and lure luke ala esb, though things go quite a bit differently to the point of Han being stuck in the cells on Leias ship. she honestly just curious as to who wouldve grabbed her brothers attention to such an extent that she visits han a bit more often than she should. they only know each other for a month. theyre only together once. its enough. 
-jaina and jacen are born 9 months later. theyre both so strong in the force, leia can already sense the power rolling off her children in waves. but one of them, the boy... hes sick. no matter what she does, she cant get him to stop crying a sickly pathetic wail- something that scared her so so bad. she could only think of one person who might be able to help- her brother, a jedi. a healer in the force. 
-she leaves jacen with luke- hiding him away just close enough for her brother to sense and safe enough to wait until he did. she knows the boy will be safe there- maybe even get to know his father. 
-ive type 1k more words than discord will allow me to send about an au no one could possibly care about besides myself and im not even to the main part of the au. might write more later but for now i thnk im gonna go put myself in niche star wars au jail (timeout in the corner)
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fanfic-cave · 3 years
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Injured Pt 1.
Rating: SFW/PG-13
Word Count: 1.6k
Pairing: Subtle hint to Hunter x Fem Jedi!OC
Warnings: Shootout/skirmish, swearing, I might hurt your favorite TBB character dont kill me yet
Summary: You commissioned the bad batch to take you to Dantooine for your own personal mission in search of a Jedi temple. How will this ex-Jedi war veteran trying to hide from the Empire help the rogue clones when they inevitable get caught up in the fight? And who will get hurt?
Authors note: I had this fun idea of writing an action piece with TBB, and I've had some more fun ideas with a Jedi OC getting caught up in their shenanigans. My first draft was kinda long winded, so i'm making this a 2 parter. If this gets well received enough to make me feel more confident in my writing (like 20-30 likes or smthing) ill post part 2 :)
ALSO im a big KOTOR fan so there's the tiniest tiniest hint to that ("jedi temple" and "Bol") with being on Dantooine.
Okay now for real, enjoy!
edit: thanks for the notes! link to pt 2 here
Your speeder zoomed by quickly, passing some local Bol ranchers. Dantooine was full of them, and farms too. The rural planet was actually quite peaceful, that was, until the empire arrived. Now that they were governing over citizens, they began cracking down and enforcing strict trade and farming laws. You interacted with some of the locals, and despite the clone wars being over they didn’t seem to have much love for the new Empire.
The Bad Batch had come to make a supply run, trade for food and fuel on the very small landing station, and also to escort you to Dantooine per your request (you had paid them too). Instead of paying with credits for their supplies, they had to do some “manual labor”, helping the local farmers. Based on how quiet they had been on your comm link, you thought they had been quite busy. You had your own objective here though, one you had just completed. Now you needed to leave.
You got closer to the station, and saw a high count of imperial troopers. You swore under your breath, and suddenly you felt like the items in your pack weighed more, or would suddenly burst into flames. Kyber crystals don’t catch fire, you told yourself. I think.
You pressed your comms and began to speak “I’m en route to the ship, and we’ve got imperials at the station, I hope you’re ready to take off.”
Silence.
“Kriff!” You said aloud. You slowed the speeder to a stop. The strange group of rogue clones were known for finding trouble. You had really hoped they wouldn’t find any while traveling with you.
“Tech, Echo, Hunter? Does anybody copy?”
You heard explosions in the distance.
Kriffing idiots! You shook your head in frustration and put a hand around your vibroblade holstered at your hip. It didn’t take the force to know they were behind this.
“You’re about to have some more company” you heard Hunter over the comms, blaster fire in the background.
“What the hell did you do??”
“Get to the ship, we need to make a fast exit, with or without you.”
More profanities went through your head. You engaged the speeder, faster than you were going earlier. You could hear blaster fire. You had been making a beeline to the ship, prepared to avoid the troopers, but something tugged at your mind.
They’re in trouble. You were a very intuitive person, partially because of your training as a Jedi, and also because that was just in your nature. You thought for a moment, contemplating what action to take.
Trust your gut.
You swerved and headed straight for the fighting. You slipped your mask on, and pulled up your hood. You saw some troopers marching towards the fighting, blasters in hand. They hadn’t noticed you were heading straight for them.
Glad I came to save your asses. You thought. Well, you needed them to pilot, so you were saving your ass too. One trooper turned, and pointed at you. The others started to notice too.
You set the speeder to continue forward without needing your foot on the accelerator, and balanced your feet on the seat. It kept accelerating in speed, heading straight to the center of the 10 or so troopers. Just before their blasters fired, you leaped off the bike gracefully, launching yourself high in the air. The speeder crashed into one trooper, and spun into another 3.
You landed with no problem, and prepared for action. You dodged several blaster shots, and pulled out your vibroblade. You dashed toward a trooper to the left, and cleanly sliced at a weak point in the armor. He clutched his side, and fell to the ground. One came behind you, grabbing your elbow. You shoved your elbow into his face, and heard a crack. He staggered back, and you ducked to avoid another blaster shot, getting a quick slash into the trooper you had just elbowed with a flick of your wrist.
You jumped and did a backflip, effectively avoiding another wave of blaster fire. On your way down, you stabbed another trooper in the side, and grabbed him, using him as a human shield to block more oncoming shots. You sheathed the sword, grabbed his hand holding the blaster, and shot towards an oncoming trooper. He fell down, and you fired at the remaining two who charged, and they were quickly out of the fight. You released the trooper you used as a meat shield. The entire group was now down and injured, not able to fight.
You dropped the blaster and started to run towards the main fight, but then you halted as a thought occurred to you. You crouched down to a fallen command trooper and took his comm links. This might come in handy. You continued forward, shoving the unit in your pack. You resumed your dash towards the source of the previous explosions. You first saw Crosshair, providing cover fire while taking cover himself behind a transport.
“The cavalry’s here” you said on your com link. Next you saw Tech, using two blaster pistols. He was close to Wrecker, who was throwing barrels at a group of troopers. You think they were filled with grain. Hunter and Echo were circling the troopers, trying to get a good flank while Wrecker was effectively distracting them. Hunter spotted you and spoke through comms “What are you doing? Get to the ship!”
You ignored him, and pulled out the blade again. You managed to ambush some troopers and sliced through them easily, taking down 3 in less than a minute. “You should thank me, I just took care of the reinforcements heading this way.”
You saw a knife hit the chest of a storm trooper you were just about to stab through the shoulder. Hunter emerged from behind you and retrieved his knife from the now fallen trooper. Show off, you thought.
“Why didn’t you go to the ship?” Hunter demanded.
“I had a feeling you guys could use the help.” You replied.
He looked at you for a moment after you said this, and with his helmet on you couldn’t get a read on what he was thinking. You thought he might be shocked at what you said. You noticed a trooper approaching you two, lining up a shot on Hunter. You quickly grabbed a stray blaster from a fallen trooper and shot him down. Hunter was quick too; within a second of your shot, he shot another trooper not too far away. He looked back to you, and gave a quick nod in thanks.
“What did you guys do to attract the Empire?” You asked suspiciously.
“Well to put it simply, we severely disabled a facility belonging to the Empire as a form of payment. They appear to be quite agitated with us.” Tech replied through comms.
You ducked to avoid another blaster shot, Echo returned the shot and the trooper fell. “Gee, you think so?” You spoke sarcastically.
“We need to retreat and get back to the ship.” Echo spoke, taking cover a few feet away.
“Where’s Omega?” You interjected. You looked around for her, still not seeing her. “Back on the ship, the mission was too dangerous for her to come.” Hunter replied.
You sighed as blaster shots continued to go off in the background. “What's the plan?” You heard Crosshair speak through comms. He sounded annoyed, but he almost always sounded annoyed to you, amongst other things.
Hunter thought for a moment, and then he addressed the group. “Alright, Crosshair, you’ll provide cover fire while we retreat. We’ll need some more noise too-”
“I’ve got something that can help with that.” You interrupted. “Give me some cover.” You raised up the blaster you had grabbed, then ran over to Tech, firing shots as you went. Hunter and Echo emerged from their cover to fire at the troopers nearby you. Once you arrived you ducked down behind cover and threw the stolen comm link to Tech.
He caught it with both hands. “An imperial com unit?” Tech looked at it curiously, then shifted his eyes to you. “I thought you might be able to use it. Think you can cause some mayhem with it?” You asked curiously. Tech inspected it for a quick moment. “Oh yes, this should work.”
“Alright. Wrecker, Sera, keep the troopers off Tech. Echo and I will try to keep them on us. When Tech gives the signal, we move.” Everyone got their weapons ready, Echo nodded. “No problem!” Wrecker said enthusiastically and gave a thumbs. You also nodded as confirmation that you were ready.
Echo started firing at troopers, Hunter pulled out his knife and began alternating between slashing through troopers and shooting with his blaster. Wrecker was closer to you and actually picked up a trooper and threw him. You provided some cover fire and stayed close to Tech. He was fiddling with the unit.
“How much longer?” You asked after a minute passed. “Almost…” Tech said. You felt a sudden sense of urgency, and lifted your head up, searching around. “Somethings not right-”
Hunter leapt out of cover and ran over to Wrecker, who was laughing and enthusiastically throwing some heavy boxes at the troopers. “Wrecker, get down!”
You heard shots fire, and they were different. Wherever it made contact, there was a small explosion. This was some heavy fire power. The blasts made a sweeping arc. It fired towards Crosshair, who had to roll out of the way. You and Tech ducked as a shot came your way. You were knocked back a few feet from the closeness of the explosion. You lifted your head up and saw Echo was okay, and then you looked for Wrecker and Hunter.
Wrecker managed to avoid getting hit, he was to the right lying on the ground behind cover. Hunter wasn’t as lucky though. It looked like he took some blaster fire, and fell to the ground on his back. He was holding his side, and you saw blood on his hands.
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newswcanonprompts · 4 years
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prompt #23 - Disaster Lineage Chaos!!
Obi-Wan is dad/brother
Yoda is troll grandpa.
Troll grandpa ships Obitine and that’s the tea. He wants the chaos.
He also drives like a maniac and shares funny stories about the Jedi, he is the source of all the clones' gossip
They (the lineage) all have him on speed dial
If Qui-Gon hadn’t died, dooku wouldn’t have fallen (but dooku’s fate is up to you!)
Anakin is a good person in here! (yessss that’s all I ever ask from a fanfic)
Dooku, face to face with yoda: no, dad!
The Clones, in the back: DAD???
The clones, filming this: CHECK THIS HE CALLED HIM DAD???? WHAT
Obi-Wan, watching: grandad, please -
The Clones: GRANDAD
cody: he said grandad
rex: he said grandad??
dooku, fighting obi wan: no, guard goes up higher!
dooku: honestly, did qui gon teach you nothing?!
Dooku: are you sleeping enough? Maybe you should eat more meat, let me send you some money for -
Obi-Wan: grandad please not now
Dooku: do not sass your grandfather
obi wan, kidnapped: "im calling grandpa!" *accidentally group calls the whole fam* “whoops”. (yoda, dooku, ventress, anakin, ahsoka, feemor come barging in).
Dooku frequently kidnaps members of the lineage to catch up or forced vacation if they look bad. He often targets Obi-Wan. 
And then calls the council to berate them about not taking better care of its members.
dooku and anakin would like putting on the front that they don't like each other but like,,,dooku will kidnap his great-grandson and obi goes on a 'rescue mission' and finds them sniping at each other over sabacc
Dooku “kidnapping” padme and just giving her a vacation on Serenno
Dooku kidnaps Satine and Obi-Wan and locks them in a mansion (he can afford better than a wardrobe, thanks) until they handle The Tension ™
And has the rest of the fam outside cheering them on
And ready with cameras for when they come out
Anakin would totally be in on this
He’d lure obi-wan in
Yeah Anakin and Ahsoka decided their dad deserved the holiday (and Satine) and helped Grandad.
They just went "Hey grandad called and said he's sick" and Obi-Wan goes no second thoughts
obi wan sees satine and they realize it’s a set up
they are okay with this
*the lineage being in the middle of a fight* (it’s really just yoda fussing over dooku and dooku fussing over obi-wan.
Yoda, facing Dooku in the clone wars: eat enough you do not 
Dooku: dad not now 
Obi-Wan: well i think that-
Dooku: you haven't been sleeping, are you sick? Come let me check your temperature, you're sick, I knew it! This is what the Senate does, nothing good comes of it, I've always said so -
Meanwhile Obi-Wan is being carried off like a child to his ship
he’s looking into the camera, like, “this might as well happen”. Yoda is smug. He probably planned it.
someone videotaping all the drama, mace windu just chilling watching the drama, staying out of it
'peace talks' are are happening and dooku is just trying to be grandpa to obi wan while mace is like, “this shit isn’t my problem”
It's all just "oh force grandad NO" 
"I have this under control" 
"grandad-" 
"follow the plan"
Also, Anakin, Ahsoka and Dooku totally start a slave rebellion together under the guise of a kidnapping. 
Dooku loves his grandkids.
"darling Ahsoka seems to have grown so much, give her this, she should like it, it's designed for her"
 "grandad please"
 "and this is for Anakin, that boy can wear his leather"
 "grandad you're still on my ship"
He also loves to guilt them when they don’t visit.
'you never bring my great-great-grandpadawan to see me'
'it's like you don't love me anymore anakin'
obi wan having enough of the bullshit and going to the only sane member of this family - no one can figure out who that is (or find obi wan) until they remember feemor
Feemor downs his pint and rolls his eyes
 "what now"
ride or die family type of thing
you can fight within the family but you're still family and that's ride or die
They all love each other, and will go looking for each other.
Dooku gets kidnapped and Obi-Wan and Feemor go get him because not their grandad thank you give him back or they will sic Hondo on you.
Obi-Wan loves his grandad, he really does. He just exasperates him sometimes.
Obi-Wan's most used word around Dooku is just " - grandad.".
Dooku does anything and Obi-Wan is like "grandad. Please. Grandad no."
"grandad give me my men back"
 "grandad my son has a secret wife"
 "Excuse me grandad, I never actually married mine" (pause) "what do you MEAN I should have?!"
 "grandad NO"
*hangs up*
- an exchange caught by Cody, over holo
Jedi chosen family: Obi-Wan, who the vod’e are just starting to get used to hearing call Dooku 'grandad', meets up with some crèchemates and goes "please ignore my brother Quinlan he is an Idiot but we still love him"
and then luminara pushes him out of a moving vehicle
obi wan introducing his men to his creche mates/siblings. also niece aayla
Aayla and Anakin are cousins
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thelovelylolly · 3 years
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Request (by @emilaa2001​ ): I don't know if requests are open, so feel free to ignore it! Could you do (clone wars) Anakin X Jedi reader? Basically reader knows she is pregnant and her days in jedi order are numbered, but is too scared to tell her lover about that. During a mission she gets badly injured and is unconscious for some time. During her recovery Anakin learns about the information from the medical droid and has mixed reactions (happy that she is safe, but angry that she risked so much). After she wakes up there is an argument, because reader doesn't want to leave the jedi order. Basically angst with fluffy ending. Thank you so much ❤️❤️❤️
Warnings : Clone wars violence, pregnancy, injuries, uses of Y/N and L/N (im sorry)
Notes : Unless I say other wise, my requests are always open! Thank you for sending this in, I love this idea! Also I’m assuming that her lover is Anakin so yeah. Enjoy!
You slammed the door to your quarters shut behind you. As you sat down on your bed, the words from the medical droid kept echoing through your head. You went in for a check up since you’ve been feeling sick lately and it’s been causing you to lack on your missions. You had to clear the droids memory of your appointment so the order wouldn’t find out, if they did you would be expelled from it.
‘You are pregnant, General L/N.’
You rubbed your face, stressed out of your mind. You looked over to your mirror and lifted your shirt, shifting so you could see your stomach from the side. There was the beginnings of a baby bump already forming since you were a few months into your pregnancy. You quickly put your shirt back down and put your cloak on when someone knocked at your door. 
You stood and went over to your door, opening it. Ahsoka stood there, her normal smile on her face. “Hey Ahsoka, what do you need?” You asked.
“Anakin wants you to join him on his mission and sent me to get you. It’s just a patrol mission.” She answered.
“Okay, why isn’t he bringing you?” You replied, stepping out of your room with the door closing behind you. Ahsoka started to lead you to a transport that would take you to Anakin’s ship.
“I have some other things to do at the temple that he doesn’t want me to miss. He’s taking a few squads from the 501st with him since it’s a large planet.” Ahsoka told you, followed by her telling you other mission details.
“Thanks for the information, Ahsoka.” You said once you two reached the transport. She waved goodbye then went on her way. As your transport flew towards Anakin’s command ship, you came to the conclusion that this would distract you from the news you got only minutes earlier. It’s just a planet patrol so no harm would come to you or your baby. 
Then your mind wandered again. Anakin was the only person you’ve been with recently, he would have to be the father. How would he react? He would be expelled from the jedi order if they found out you were pregnant. Maybe you could just leave before anyone would notice. You had many friends with connections so they could get help you get a home on Naboo or anywhere that wasn’t Coruscaunt so the jedi order couldn’t sense you on the planet. On the other hand, you didn’t want to leave the order. The jedi raised you, became your home and safety net. They have been there for you and yet you betrayed the code.
You sighed as your transport landed on Anakin’s ship, it’s doors opening so you could exit.
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You met with Anakin and Captain Rex on the ship and they briefed you on the patrol as the ship flew through hyperspace. Once you reached the planet, the scanners didn’t pick up anything suspicious. Anakin readied the 501st into patrol squads to get sent down to the planet.
While riding in the ship with Anakin and Rex, you started to get a little bit dizzy and nauseous which is one of the symptoms that caused you to go into the medical center. You closed your eyes tightly so you could try to stop the feeling. “Y/N, you okay?” Anakin asked, noticing your actions.
“Yeah, just a little dizzy.” You answered, smiling at him. Anakin nodded but he was worried.
He turned to the other side of him in order to face Rex. “Keep an eye out for Y/N, I don’t think she’s doing too well.” Anakin whispered. 
“Yes sir.” Rex replied. The ship touched the ground and the doors slid open, clones walking out and assembling into pre-chosen groups. You, Anakin and Rex walked out behind them.
It looked like you had landed in a large valley since tall mountains surrounded you. There was a forest around you too, the plants being different vibrant colors. “Y/N, you know your path right?” Anakin asked, snapping you out of your thoughts about the planet.
“Yep, Rex and I will take our squad through the ridge. With other squads around the planet, hopefully this patrol will take no time.” You replied, putting your hands on your hips and smiling up at him once again. Anakin nudged you playfully. You always knew the plan and executed it perfectly, at least according to him. Since he doesn’t always stick to the plan, having you with him balanced everything out. Which was probably why you two had gained feelings for each other.
When Anakin got out of his thoughts, he realized that he was already walking the opposite direction of you, Rex and your squadron with his own squadron.
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“It’s a trap! Head back to the ships!” You yelled when a separatist probe droid set off a bomb. You turn and ran behind your squadron, Rex by your side and droids probably starting to chase you. 
“General Skywalker, come in! We’ve be attacked by separatists!” Rex exclaimed into his comms.
“So have we! We’ll meet you at the ships!” Anakin quickly replied from the other end. 
You sensed something behind you and turned around just in time to see large tanks rolling closer. The tanks were readying to fire, aiming at you and Rex. You used the force to push Rex away as one tank fired and hit very close to you. The force of the blast sent you flying until you hit a tree. “General!” Rex called as you faded in and out of consciousness.
The captain ran over to you and picked you up, calling for some help. When he noticed the clones were too far ahead to hear him, he started running towards the ships. “General Skywalker, General L/N has been hit and isn’t responding!” Rex nearly yelled into his comms.
Anakin nearly stopped what he was doing when he heard Rex. His patrol squadron was already boarding into transport ships to get back to the command ship. “How far are you from the transports?” Anakin asked, using his lightsaber to deflect blaster shots coming from the droids.
“Nearly there, sir!” Moments after Rex responded, he ran into the clearing. Anakin saw you and he almost froze, only being able to move over to defend Rex and your unconscious body. He did so until he was on the transport with Rex and it was the last one to take off. Luckily, the separatists didn’t follow any of the ships or attack the command ship. Anakin was too worried about you to fight more separatists.
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The door to your med bay room slide opened followed by Anakin walking in. The medical droid turned from it’s work on the computer beside you to face Anakin. “How is she?” He asked.
“She is simply unconscious with a few bruises and scratches here and there. She will wake up soon. Her and the baby are safe.”
Anakin’s world stopped. “The....the baby?”
“Yes, she currently is 3 months pregnant.” The droid answered. Anakin quickly erased the droids memory of ever discovering that you were pregnant, like you did earlier that day. He dismissed the droid and sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to wake up.
When you did, you blinked your eyes a few times to adjust to the lighting. That’s when you noticed Anakin sitting nearby. “Anakin.” You said, smiling.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
You worried he knew. Your smile left your face immediately. “Tell you what?” You asked nervously.
“That you were pregnant?” This time, Anakin turned his head to make eye contact with you. You sat up, trying to avoid his gaze.
“I...,” you sighed, “I don’t know.”
“Do you know what this means? What will happen to you?”
“You think I don’t? I knew since earlier today and-”
“And you went on a mission knowing you were pregnant?!” Anakin was angry.
“I didn’t want anyone to become suspicious! But now you know, so here we are.” You could sense Anakin was frustrated so you stopped talking, letting you both process your thoughts. You looked at the wall beside you while Anakin stared at the floor. It was silent until Anakin spoke up.
“Who’s the father?”
“I assume you.”
“Y/N.....maker, I’m so happy right now but,” he paused to meet your gaze, “we’re gonna be expelled from the order.”
“When my baby bump develops more, I’m leaving then. I’ll leave with no questions asked so you won’t have to.”
“No, I don’t want you to leave.” Anakin put his hand on top of yours.
“I’m sorry Anakin, I don’t want to leave either but this is something I must do.” You spoke softly, wrapping your hand around his. Silence resumed as you looked at your interlocked hands. “How about we don’t focus on what’s going to happen and focus on what’s happening now, hm?” You asked. 
Anakin smiled and leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to your head. “You’re going to make a great mother.” He whispered.
“I’m practically raising Ahsoka already, I’ll be ready for anything.” You joked, earning a laugh from Anakin. You leaned your forehead against his, smiling.
“You’re so smiley today.” He commented.
“I’m just happy, I’m thinking about the pros instead of the cons.”
“I should start doing that.” 
“Yeah you should.” You replied. You two allowed silence to take over once again. You and Anakin were in the moment, happy about the unexpected news and what goods thing would come in the future.
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