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kaminocasey · 4 months

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Some Apology Part 2

Summary: You want to try to think things over before continuing but one thing leads to another.

Pairing: Kanan Jarrus x f Bridger sister!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; Smut, oral (f receiving), feelings, Kanan is NOT her master, and she is NOT his padawan.

WC: 3.6K

A/N: WOW has it already been a year and a half since I wrote part one? I'm sorry. But I'm BACK, baby! And I'm going to beg that Kanera shippers refrain for coming for me please. That was part of the reason I put this story on the backburner for so long. I ALSO ship Kanera! Shout out to Idledreams for pumping me up and encouraging me with this! You're the best and ilysm!

PART ONE │ TAGLIST FORM │ PLAYLIST

Later that night, there’s a knock on the fresher door while you’re getting ready for bed.

“I’ll be out in a minute.” You reply around your toothbrush.

“It’s me.” Kanan’s voice is quiet on the other side as if he’s trying to avoid being heard from any of the others, so you open the door. Somehow, the ‘whoosh’ of the door is louder when you’re hoping no one will hear it.

He walks inside, letting the door slide shut behind him, despite you standing in nothing but a towel wrapped tightly around you.

“Gee, make yourself comfy.” You roll your eyes, spitting into the sink and then rinsing it out and then gargling a bit of water.

You throw your toothbrush back into your bag and then look at him, leaning against the sink as you do so.

“We should… talk this thing out before we… do anything.” He whispers.

“What thing?” You grin, amused.

It’s almost cute how flustered he is about your kiss earlier. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t also, but you’re trying really hard to play it cool. Sabine’s earlier comment about how you should just bang it out keeps repeating in your head.

“This,” He gestures between the two of you, “thing. Us.”

“I didn’t know you wanted there to be an us, Kanan.” You cross your arms and you can sense his desire as he glances down at your chest briefly, before looking back up into your eyes.

The glance was so subtle and quick, anyone else would’ve missed it.

“I wouldn’t have kissed you if I didn’t want there to be an ‘us’.” He tells you.

You look up into his silky blue eyes. “You want there to be an us.”

He rolls his eyes with a smirk. “Didn’t I just say that?”

“Ugh. You’re still insufferable.” You grin, pulling him by his shirt toward you.

“Yeah, but you secretly like it.” He smirks before his lips gravitate down toward yours.

Once again, his hands grip your hips like he’s trying desperately to anchor himself to you. You’re so tempted to drop the towel, just to fluster him even more, but you’re also terrified to make that leap.

Do you want to fuck Kanan? Yeah, obviously.

But right this very second? You don’t know.

What if it severely messes everything up?

“Wait, wait.” You pant against his lips, breathless, your eyes fluttering open. “Stop.”

He immediately pulls away, slightly. “I’m sorry. Are you alright?”

You nod. “Yeah… I just… What if this is a monumentally terrible idea?”

“As opposed to our constant bickering?” He raises an eyebrow like he always does and you used to think it pissed you off, but now… it’s just endearing.

Karabast…

“I think we should think on it a bit more, before we… uh…” You look down between the two of you at his knee between your bare thighs and he clears his throat, understanding what you mean, pulling away fully.

“You’re right.” He nods, “We can think about it.”

He gives your elbow a soft squeeze. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight…” You murmur as he walks out of the fresher.

You know it’s the right call to think about it, but still… The urge to go back on it and pull him back into the fresher is a little too strong. And as if he can sense it, he glances back down the hall of the Ghost at you with a smirk before walking into his quarters.

For the next two days, Kanan becomes slightly more insufferable, which you didn’t think was even possible. Every time he enters a room that you’re in, his hands find their way to your lower back, or he finds a reason to squeeze past you, brushing up against you, drawing the breath from your lungs as you become the one flustered. And he knows exactly what he’s doing too. That’s what that smirk was about the other night after he left the fresher. He’s going to make this as difficult for you as possible.

“We’re docking at Phoenix Cell now.” Ezra wakes you up with a shake like he does almost every morning.

“Alright.” You bat him away with a push.

“Get. Up.” Ezra pushes you back. “We’re going to be late. Sato already isn’t a fan of mine.”

“And whose fault is that?” You sit up to glare at him with sleepy eyes before sitting up and rubbing your eyes.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Kanan’s cheery voice is in your doorway and you give a half wave and a yawn.

Kanan walks in as Ezra walks out, standing over you, making you go warm in the face.

“It’s too early for this.” You mumble, amused.

Kanan rolls his eyes and hands you a mug of caf. “Thought you could use this.”

“Thank you.” You outstretch your hand for the mug and he brushes his fingers against yours.

Whether or not it’s an accident, you can’t be sure. Either way, you take the mug and he sits next to you on the edge of your bunk. As you sit your feet down on the floor, you sit there next to each other in comfortable silence as you both drink your caf.

“I don’t mind this.” He admits.

“Why, because I’m quiet when I first wake up?” You tease.

He elbows you in the side, teasingly and you both laugh. “Because when I wake up in the mornings, you’re the first face I want to see.”

You look at him with parted lips. “I-”

“Hey, are you awake-” Sabine’s voice is in the doorway suddenly. “Oh. You’re up.”

You both look at her, flustered. She’s smirking between you and Kanan. Nothing is necessarily happening, but it still feels like she’s caught you in a compromising position.

“She’s up. Just had to coax her out of bed with some caf.” Kanan stands up and heads toward the doorway.

“Oh, is that all?” Sabine wiggles her eyebrows at you suggestively, and you and Kanan both roll your eyes so hard that it’s almost a surprise they don’t pop out of their sockets.

She quickly makes her way out of your shared cabin and heads toward the exit of the ship to join Hera and Zeb. You can feel Kanan’s presence as you dig for clothes in your drawer and your fresher bag.

“I feel the same way, you know.” You tell him as you pull out a shirt and pants.

“I know.” You can feel the smile.

Walking into one of the briefing rooms on Phoenix Cell just as Commander Sato, Ahoska, Sabine, and Hera are talking, you greet Ahsoka with a wave but she glances between you and Kanan and shakes her head with an amused look as she leans against the wall.

Well, that was quick.

You try to tune into what Sato and Hera are saying but you’re hyper aware of the way that Kanan’s gaze is solely on you from behind you. How it feels like he’s pressed up against you, but he’s not. His presence is just that impactful and compelling to you.

“-If only we had more allies.” Hera’s voice snaps you out of your trance.

“I know someone who might be able to help us.” Ahsoka speaks up, still glancing between you and Kanan before walking across the room, in thought. “A great military commander with a vast knowledge of the Outer Rim. He could assist us in finding a base, and his experienced leadership would make him a powerful ally.”

“How do we recruit this leader?” Sato, asks her.

“That’s the problem. I lost track of him a long time ago and all my transmissions have gone unanswered.” She replies, crossing her arms.

You can sense the worry in her. Whoever this ally was, was someone important to her.

Ezra speaks up. “We can find him. Let us try.”

“Well, there is one option I’ve not yet attempted.” Ahsoka smiles softly. “I’ll be back and meet you at your ship.”

Sato clicks off and everyone starts to leave, but Ahsoka stops you and Kanan in the hallway, just outside the door once everyone has left.

“What’s up?” You ask her, nervously.

She places her hand on your shoulder in a reassuring way. You immediately feel more at peace and you’re not sure if that’s her doing some Jedi power thing or if it’s just Ahsoka as a person.

“I notice something’s changed between the two of you.” She murmurs, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

“Uh…” Kanan rubs the back of his neck, looking at you.

“Is that… a problem?” You ask her.

She chuckles. “Between two consenting adults? No, of course not.”

“But?” You ask.

“But… it is not wise, nor appropriate for a master and a padawan-”

Oh. Of course. It’s not like you hadn’t thought of that. But you don’t see yourself as Kanan’s padawan. You never have. You barely attend his lessons with Ezra. It was just evident that you’re also force sensitive like your brother. You’re not sure about the whole Jedi thing, but it’s still intriguing to you. And you also like to be prepared for as much as possible. It’s just not your path the way it is Ezra’s. “I’m not his padawan. That would be my brother.” You tell her. “I’ve sat in on some of his Jedi lessons with Ezra, but I don’t see him as my Master.”

Kanan smiles softly down at you and then looks at Ahsoka. “Nor do I see her as my padawan. I would never take advantage of her like that. She’s the one in control here, calling the shots.”

“Well, most of them.” You smirk up at him.

Ahsoka chuckles and nods. “Well, just… be safe.”

You know what she means and you decide that it’s time for you to go.

“Oh good Maker. Alright, I’ll see you guys…” You shake your head and walk away back toward the Ghost, embarrassed and hot in the face.

You can sense delight practically radiating through Kanan. He’s enjoying this far too much.

“Is that an old tactical droid head?” Kanan asks Ahsoka when she walks into the cockpit after a while.

You all turn to see her, in fact, carrying an old, bulky tactical droid head. You’re pretty sure those droids were used by the Separatists in the Clone Wars, but you’re not exactly brushed up on the Clone War history, since the war didn’t really reach Lothal.

“These droids were great at finding things, calculating.” Ahsoka scoffs. “Found my master and I a few times when we didn’t want to be found.”

“How in all the galaxy is that droid gonna find your friend?” Ezra asks, amused and Chopper warbles in agreement.

“Well, I heard he was last seen in the Seelos system.” She replies, turning to leave. “You can start there.”

“You’re not coming with us?” Ezra asks, confused.

It’s evident how much your brother looks up to her.

“I have something else to attend to.” She tells him.

“The Sith Lord.” Kanan realizes, solemnly.

“There are questions… Questions that need answering.” She doesn’t look back when she says it, but you sense the worry within her.

“I wish we could go with you.” Ezra tells her.

“You have your own mission, Ezra. And Kanan, if you find my friend. You must trust him.” Ahsoka tells Kanan, turning back one last time.

“If he’s all the things you say, we can’t afford not to.” Kanan replies.

“Trust him.” She says, her face going completely serious before the door closes and she leaves.

“That was… ominous?” You look up at Kanan from your seat, confused. “Did anyone else think that was ominous as hell?”

Kanan shrugs, like he has no idea what that was about either. A few moments later, Hera pulls the Ghost away from Phoenix Cell and pushes into hyperspeed, headed toward the Seelos system.

“Well, I don’t know about you, but ominous Jedi warnings always make me hungry.” You clap your hands together and get up to go down to the kitchen. “Anyone else?”

“I could eat.” Kanan pushes away from the wall, smirking at you, prepared to follow.

“I bet you could.” You mutter so only he hears you, only making his smirk break into a grin.

The moment that the door slides shut behind Kanan, his hand is on your lower back, except when you try to turn to go down the ladder toward the kitchen, he grabs you by the belt loop and leads you into his bunkroom, hitting the lock button behind him.

Arousal sets deep in your stomach, beginning to burn as you back up against his wall by his bed. The look in his eyes is unmistakable. He wants you just as bad as you want him.

“Do you want this?” He whispers.

You nod as he approaches you.

“Words, sweetheart.” He murmurs, his voice low and sultry.

You’ve never been so turned on in your life. “Yes. I want it. I want you.”

He smiles, walking toward you, eyes on your lips. Unable to tear your eyes away from his hands, he takes his gloves off first, and then his pauldron, dropping them to the extra bed on the other wall. He takes his thigh holster and belt off next, sitting them with his gloves and pauldron.

He looks naked like this. Vulnerable. You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen him like this. And he trusts you to see him this way.

Kanan stands mere centimeters from you now as you look into each other’s eyes. One of his hands slinks around your waist, pulling you against him as the other hand runs up the side of your neck, into your hair, guiding your head back slightly so that you look up at him, the color of his eyes, basically oceans, pulling you in with the tide. You’d happily drown in them.

You’d drown in him.

“I wish you knew the effect you’ve had on me since the day we met.” He whispers as his eyes search yours.

Suddenly, you’re the one feeling naked. Like he sees right into your soul.

You wish you could say you want to drop a witty, sarcastic reply, but you don’t. You just want him to kiss you.

“I want to take my time with you.” His lips ghost over yours and you reach for his lips but he keeps you in place so he can make you understand that he means what he’s saying. “I’m going to take you apart piece by piece and put you back together again. Will you let me do that?”

“Yes.” You whisper so breathlessly that you’re not sure if you actually said it out loud or not.

“I’m only going to ask you one more time…” His hand on your waist backs you up against the wall again. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Stars… yes.” You whimper. “Kanan, please.”

With that, he kisses you. This kiss isn’t like the others, though. This one is carnal and desperate. It’s what you’ve been holding back from each other. It’s what you’ve needed from the start. All the bickering and fighting and clashing has led to this very moment.

Your tongues tangle in perfect movement, no longer fighting against each other. You have no reason to fight it anymore. His groan vibrates against your own and you have to remind yourself to keep it down so no one else hears it. Both of his hands find their way into your hair as his knee finds its way between your thighs again, keeping you in place. You can feel his length harden against your thigh and you gasp into your mouth when he pushes it against you harder.

“Fuck, Kanan…” You moan as you grind against his thigh, shamelessly.

He pulls away to watch you, his lips swollen. “That’s right. Keep going, sweetheart.”

Your whimper sounds so pathetic, but neither of you can find it in yourselves to care as you feel your panties rub against your clit just right. Your mind wanders to his fingers and how you just know they’d absolutely devastate you in the best way.

“I need you.” You beg.

You never thought you’d beg for any man, let alone this one in front of you. But here you are, needy and coming apart just like he promised.

He smirks against your lips. “You really wanna stop before cumming?”

You let out a breathless laugh. “No, but I can’t stop thinking about your fingers.”

Kanan pulls away to look at you, his gaze darkening. “These fingers?”

When he sticks his fingers into your mouth, you nearly drop. His fingers taste a little salty but not unpleasant. He spreads his index and middle fingers apart across your tongue and back together, pushing back a little farther.

“See, because I think these fingers need to be just as wet as your pussy is right now before I fuck you with them.” He whispers. “What do you think?”

You close your eyes and nod around his fingers as you continue to ride the friction out against your cunt, a little quicker now. Until he stops you, making your eyes pop open.

“Undo your belt.” He commands, taking his fingers out of your mouth. “And then take off your pants.”

You don’t even think to hesitate, eagerly doing as you're told. You unclick your belt and drop it to the floor, unbuttoning your pants as you kick off your boots. You slide out of your pants and your underwear.

“Now your jacket and top.” He smirks.

“No fair. You’re way too dressed.” You complain.

He chuckles, lowly, rolling his eyes. “Just do what you're told.”

You roll your own eyes and take your jacket off, staring up at him before taking your top and chest binder off, dropping it all to the floor.

“Beautiful. As always.” He smirks.

You start to say something, but it’s stuck in your throat as you watch Kanan slowly drop to his knees. Your jaw practically drops with him as he leans in close, placing kiss after kiss to your thighs. You lean against the wall, your hand flying to his hair immediately.

Knowing you’ve never been touched like this before makes everything even more intense. It feels like the Force is practically buzzing between the two of you. Like electricity.

He slides his wet fingers through your soaked folds gently and you nearly drop but he catches you by sliding his arm up your front, roaming your breasts before settling on your sternum. He looks up at you as he starts to insert his soaked fingers into you, making you groan loudly.

“Shh shh…” He murmurs. “Be good for me.”

You try to nod, but only a whimper manages to escape.

“Stars, you’re so tight.” He whispers. “And so wet. This all for me?”

“Y-yes…” You whisper.

“Can I just-” He looks at your dripping cunt and groans, unable to hold back any longer.

His mouth finds your clit easily and you let out the sharpest gasp, fire shooting straight through you and into his mouth.

“You taste so…” He groans loudly this time and starts to guide you over to his bed, thankfully. You aren’t sure your legs were going to hold up any longer.

As you lay back, he reaches his long slender fingers into you so deeply, curling against the spongy part inside of you you’ve barely been able to reach. It’s like your body has been waiting for this exact moment. For him. Each thrust of his finger and each flick of his tongue brings you closer to an ecstasy you’ve never reached before.

“Kanan, I’m gonna cum…” You cry, your entire body flushing with heat as you clench tightly around his fingers. “I’m gonna-”

“Let go. Cum for me, baby.” His voice is raspy, full of need.

You pull his hair and he growls against your cunt in a new way that your orgasm is practically ripped from your body, having to bite your hand so you don’t scream. He groans even harder as your spent body shakes against his face, helping you ride out your high.

Both of you panting, he rests his warm cheek against your thigh, looking up at you with a new look that screams a word you’re still completely and terribly scared of.

“You uh… didn’t get to-”

“Oh… I um…” He looks down at his pants and you sit up, a little dizzily you might add, and see that he has a damp spot against his pants.

Oh.

“That’s-” You murmur.

“Embarrassing… yeah.” He starts to stand up, but you pull him back to you, falling to the floor with him so you’re in his lap.

“No, I was going to say hot.” You inform him. “Don’t put words into my mouth, Jarrus.”

He scoffs with an amused smirk. “That right?”

You nod, leaning in to kiss him.

“I’d like to put something other than words into your mouth.” He murmurs against your lips.

“I bet you would.” You hum. “Honestly, The fact that I could make you cum and not even have to touch you? Damn.”

“And you say I’m the insufferable one.” He teases.

“Oh you are. But it’s good to know that tongue can be used for more than fighting.” You kiss him again, seemingly unable to stop.

“And I’m just getting started.” He smirks against your lips.

It’s a good thing you still have another couple hours before you get to where you’re going, because you plan on finding out.

You also plan on never telling Sabine that her ‘bang it out’ method actually works.

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#star wars rebels #rebels kanan x reader #kanan jarrus x reader #star wars rebels kanan jarrus #kanan jarrus #kanan jarrus x f reader

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captainkirkk · 11 months

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Natsume Yuujinchou

the smallest things by taizi

In which Takashi comes into the Fujiwaras' lives much earlier on.

Untamed

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (+ podfic)

(In order to make Wei Wuxian feel welcome at the Cloud Recesses, and to make sure people give him the respect he deserves (and definitely not to get into his pants), Lan Wangji hires him to be his advisor.)

“Lan Zhan, did you hire me just so you could punish people for disrespecting me?”

“No,” Lan Wangji said. “It is a side benefit.”

“Why did you hire me?”

“Because you are knowledgeable and skilled,” Lan Wangji said, “and I trust you to assist me in my work.”

Because everything is easier with you around and because I feel like a part of me is missing without you and because you can say things I can’t and because I need you he did not say.

“And you secretly like being a bitch to people,” Wei Wuxian added, with a sly grin.

Clone Wars

The Past Remains by otherhawk

The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

Betting by Proxy by kotekenobii

Newly transferred to the 212th Attack Battalion, Proxy finds himself cornered and given a secret mission by none other than THE Marshal Commander Cody.

Hic Sunt Lodices by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

"..... Why do you live in a cave?"

Obi-Wan smiles, careful not to show his sharp teeth. "It's peaceful up here. The long climb means most people don't bother me, and no one might try to take my things. Also, maintaining a cave gives me plenty of space for my research without the expense and fuss of maintaining an estate."

He pulls out one of the large cushions so he can sit comfortably across from Cody. "I research magic," he explains. "Can't do it myself, but I have a good line in alchemy, chemistry, and pharmacy. I enjoy studying the more theoretical aspects too. So time and peace to do my reading and writing are important to me."

Cody nods slowly, his eyes sharper, more alert as he scans over the lair and the eclectic collection of items. Then his golden brown eyes drift to Obi-Wan. "Are you a dragon?" He asks, voice rough from exhaustion.

"Ah." Obi-Wan grips the hem of his skirt. "A bit? A bit dragony. Yes. That's fair."

Learned Men by Trixree

It becomes the Question—the one every vod is talking about from the bridge of the Negotiator to her dark bowels where the laundry rooms churn and chug along: who takes care of the General?

In which Obi-Wan is touch starved and his men take notice.

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once

'Drake?’

Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow.

‘Damian?’ He managed.

Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And-

Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t-

How had he been so stupid?

Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Wedding Album by Ididloveyou_once

'Let’s elope,’ Tim said, a little desperation leaking into his voice, ‘we could be on our way to Thailand by the end of the day.’

‘Actually,’ Conner’s amused eyes flickered toward Tim's family gathered at the dining table, ‘I think we’re going to Greece now.’

Or: Tim and Conner are getting married and everyone wants to be involved (snapshots of wedding planning very loosely connected by the creation of a wedding album).

#i've been procrastinating making this for like 2 weeks straight #it's winter in australia and i'm SO sleepy #fic recs #my posts #weekly fic round up #dc recs #sw recs #untamed recs #ny recs

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jessicas-pi · 3 months

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📓?

OOH, ok, so this is an AU I came up with when I was thinking about how the concept of Sabine being Ahsoka's Padawan didn't work in canon but it has SO much potential in AUs.

The idea of this one is that Ahsoka is the one to find Sabine instead of the Spectres, and she takes her as a Padawan. Sabine gets two lightsabers just like Ahsoka and learns Jar'Kai.

Whenever Ahsoka and Kanan work together they argue like a pair of PTA moms trying to insinuate that their kid is obviously the better Jedi.

Ahsoka and Kanan eventually become the Cool Aunt and Cool Uncle to each other's Padawans, and then Sabine decides that that means she obviously needs to be the Bad Influence Cousin and Ahsoka starts getting angry comm calls from Kanan ("Care to explain why my Padawan can swear in seventeen languages now?") But it turns out that Ezra is also a Bad Influence Cousin and Kanan starts getting angry comm calls from Ahsoka ("You wouldn't happen to know why my Padawan's shoto blade suddenly has a blaster function, would you?")

Sabine is able to face her problems much earlier in the timeline, which results in a healthier grip on her emotions. But also her sense of humor about her past is kind of concerning. Ezra is the only one who finds her jokes funny. Kanan and Ahsoka (and Hera, of course) just give each other worried looks.

Malachor doesn't go horribly wrong cause Ezra might dismiss Kanan as being overprotective of him, but Sabine agrees with Kanan that Maul is dangerous, and Sabine is the one who dared Ezra to jump off a four-story building last week, so Ezra's like "oh you mean DANGEROUS dangerous" and then maul never has the chance to royally screw everything up because Ezra doesn't trust him.

This is kind of the farthest I've got with this idea, but because it's me, the idea obviously somehow inevitably ends up in a fix-it AU where nobody dies or gets purgilled!

The end

#thank you for the ask!!#jessica's random thoughts #ahsoka tano #sabine wren #kanan jarrus #ezra bridger

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fionajames · 4 months

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Hey Jamieeeeeeee

So about that Rex x reader thing…. 🤭 may I request that please? But can I ask if the reader can be apart of the war and gets hurt a lot because she cares about her troopers, like she can take on Krell with her bare hands because he looked at Rex wrong? (This totally isn’t related to an OC I’m writing a story about, wdym)

A/N: Hey, Sha!!! Hru? Hope this is what you wanted, srry it took so long! Please send requests guys!!!

It was well known in the Republic’s army that you were very protective over your troops, not to mention self-less. It worried many people - not that you were aware it did - including some of the other Jedi Generals, a particular Padawan and many Clones.

It showed now especially, when you stood in front of your Commander glaring down a monster taller than you. Said monster was staring at you with cold intrigue, eyes flickering with bloodshot yellow. It took a lot of your will and mind not to activate your lightsaber and plunge its blade into his chest right then and there.

“Master Krell,” you snarled, pointing a finger at him. “I am in charge of my own troops. I treat them the way I think is right, if you have a problem, you can take it up with Master Yoda, but never - and I’ll repeat, never - speak to my Commander or Clones that way.”

Your Commander was spluttering quietly behind you, desperately attempting to convince you to let it be. “General, please,” he whispered, his voice cracking with fear.

“You forget, young one,” Krell growled, ignoring the Clone’s feverishly spoken words. “That you are below me.”

“I may be,” you snapped back, stepping away from your Commander and forcing Krell further away from your troops. “But many aren’t. Many that would agree with me.”

The Jedi glared at you for a few more moments, before turning and leaving. You smirked slightly, watching him storm off. But that was when it clicked. His eyes had been yellow, but not a normal colour yellow, bloodshot yellow.

The eyes of a-

Sith.

Without another thought you leapt forward, holding the blade of your lightsaber against his throat, giving you a clear look at the colour. “You traitor,” you snarled. Now that you knew, you couldn’t help but wonder how you’d missed it. Krell was seeping dark energy.

“The only traitor here is you!” Krell snapped instead, his lightsaber clashing with yours. And so the fight began. You traded lightsaber strikes back and forth, your troops surrounding the pair of you, ready to get a shot at the monster when you weren’t in risk.

It wasn’t a very long battle, as you were a very skilled fighter. When you managed to push him far enough away, the Clones opened fire, and the monster fell limp. You arrested and detained Krell, comming Yoda to tell him of the betrayal. He was saddened, but grateful you’d spotted the wanna-be-Sith.

Only a few hours later, you found yourself in the medbay of Anakin Skywalker’s ship. Your memory was too foggy to remember why or how you got there, more focused on the lightsaber burns and near-misses on your skin. They were instantly cauterised by the heat of the lightsaber, but Krell had also managed to grab and throw you several times, leaving huge gashes seeping with blood.

The quiet of the room was interrupted when a familiar Clone burst through the door, worry rolling off of him in waves like a sea. Kix had left earlier after cleaning your wounds and giving you some meds or drugs that had definitely not helped with the foggy state your brain was in.

“Are you alright?” Rex called, rushing to your side. You couldn’t find the energy to respond, so instead you sat on the cot, rocking from side-to-side subconsciously. Your mouth tasted metallic already, and the idea of talking just made you want to vomit. “Cyar’ika?”

“‘M alright,” you drawled, leaning forward to rest your forehead on Rex’s shoulder, closing your eyes. Words felt like bricks on your tongue.

“You don’t look alright,” he fretted, assessing your state with a furrowed brow and fearful brown eyes. “In fact, you look anything but fine.”

“Fine,” you repeated, whimpering ever-so-slightly at the burn of bile in your throat. “Water.”

Your friend - or maybe you were more, but neither of you had really decided on labels - moved to grasp a glass and fill it with water, holding it to your lips gently. You took the cup from his hands gratefully, drinking quickly. Your throat burned less.

“Cyar’ika, what were you thinking?” Rex whispered, but it was rhetorical. He interlaced your fingers, his chin resting on your head. “You could’ve been killed. We don’t deserve to be stood up for like that, especially when it points someone else’s life on the line.”

You sat up abruptly, glaring weakly into his brown eyes. “You do!” You snapped, tears welling in your eyes. You were exhausted - mentally and physically - and wounded, a comment so carelessly said was more than enough to push you over the edge. “It’s not fair that you guys are so ill-treated, you deserve much more!”

You were slightly offended on behalf of your troops, as Rex wasn’t just talking about himself, he meant all Clones.

Rex’s eyes widened, realising he’d gone too far, he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh, cyar’ika, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that.”

“You did!” You cried out pathetically, too frustrated to be calmed quickly. “You did and I hate it!”

Not knowing what he should do, Rex pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I’m sorry,” he whispered again. “I was just worried. I got so scared when the General got Master Yoda’s comm.”

You sighed, moving to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “‘T’s alright,” you murmured, voice muffled. Rex sighed contently.

“Please don’t do that again.”

“Do what again?”

“Go around fighting Sith,” he managed to say, a crack of pain in his voice.

“Y’know me, Rex, I can’t stop for too long.”

“Oh, hush, cyar’ika, or I’m going to get Kix to keep you here.”

“Don’t you dare!”

“I will, now hush.”

A moment of silence, then-

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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— Chapter Five: Return to Coruscant

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“Calm down, will you?” Crosshair snarled at the child, who somehow was making this situation worse for him.

He was trapped on Kamino’s facility with his ex-squadmates - his brothers, who left him. “Loyalty is everything” my ass.

“Sorry,” Omega offered, attempting to stop the bouncing of her leg. “Our brothers usually help me relax, but they’re busy. Obviously.”

Crosshair crossed his arms and huffed, wanting nothing more than to shut the kid up, “What do they do?”

Omega smiled at the ground, remembering the story her brothers had been sharing with her, “They’re in the middle of telling me a story-” Omega was cut-off by a whine coming from Crosshair, “The story is about the Commander.”

Crosshair’s body went rigid - the Commander. One of the only people he’d truly cared for. “How far did they get?”

“Up to the incoming transmission from Coruscant.”

Crosshair sighed, “Which one?”

You greeted the council member respectfully, regardless of how much you didn’t want to. You were used to bottling your feelings - this was no different.

“Padawan, you will be returning to Coruscant to continue your training under a new Master.” The older Jedi spoke, not even gracing you with a greeting.

You exhaled a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding, “Which Master will I be training under?”

“You’re looking at him.”

Your jaw dropped. Of all council members, he was the one you’d least expect to take a Padawan under his wing. He was also the one master you did not want to train under. “Thank you for this opportunity, Master Windu,” You replied cordially.

”Report to the Council when you arrive, Padawan. Safe travels.”

The last part was so unlike him, but you nodded and cut off the transmission. This was the absolute worst case scenario - leaving Clone Force 99 earlier than anticipated on less-than-optimal terms with Hunter, and having to train under one of the harshest Jedi imaginable.

Tech, Crosshair, and Wrecker looked at you with dread in their eyes - they didn’t want you to leave either. Tech looked away from you and set the navicomputer to Coruscant’s coordinates, jumping into hyperspace.

As if on cue, Hunter made his way into the cockpit and could feel how upset everybody was, “What’s this all about?” He asked cluelessly.

You blankly stared at the unknowing clone, “I’m being hailed back to Coruscant to resume my training.”

Hunter’s face dropped the same as everybody else’s before tightly wrapping his arms around your frame, nestling his face in the crook of your neck. You returned the embrace without hesitation.

The trip back to Coruscant wasn’t as long as you’d wished it was - filled with reminiscing over your times together and some tears, you realized how much you really loved your squad.

”You know,” Crosshair started, looking into your eyes as your ship descended into the Coruscanti air, “You aren’t the worst Jedi ever.”

“Thanks, means so much coming from you,” You sarcastically retorted, a hum coming from the recipient.

“I just might miss you, Commander,” Crosshair said, “Take care of yourself.”

You held out your arms for an embrace, which Crosshair “reluctantly” accepted. You knew he wasn’t one for physical touch, but he wouldn’t admit to wanting to be hugged from time to time.

After the hug with Crosshair, a waiting Wrecker took his turn to speak, “I’m not afraid to say it, I’m gonna miss you.” He held out a miniature Lula for you to take - the ‘child’ of Wrecker’s tooka doll.

“Wrecker… I can’t accept this.”

A small smile enveloped Wrecker’s mouth, “She’ll be in good hands with you. Plus, it’s not like she’ll be gone forever. You can give her back the next time we see each other. Lula wants you ‘ta hold onto her, too.”

You ended up taking the mini-Lula into your hands and holding her to your chest - he was more thoughtful than he led on.

You felt the ship set down on one of the Temple’s docking bays, shaking you from a thoughtful stare, “Thank you, Wrecker.”

“Commander, if I may,” Tech emerged from his seat, holding a small red and black droid you’d never seen before, “This is BD-99, an explorer droid. I’ve read that BD units make for excellent companions, so I constructed one to accompany you on your travels.” Tech pressed a button, allowing the droid to spring to life and jump from his hands to your shoulder.

“This particular unit is equipped with a holoprojector, scanners, sensors, and various tools you may need along your journey without us,” Tech further explained, “I have also transferred data onto her with some holorecordings. I do hope she will suffice.”

‘99 greeted you with a chirp, which you replied happily to. “Thank you, Tech. I’ll take good care of her.”

“It is not a problem, I do hope we will see each other soon. Your insight will be missed.”

As you approached the door to the Marauder, the ramp descended toward the cement landing pad - this was it. You started walking down the steps, two feet meeting the solid ground. You took a deep breath of the Coruscant air and allowed your eyes to scan your surroundings - you wanted to turn back.

A familiar hand rested on your shoulder, pulling you into their arms. You could tell who they belonged to from anywhere. You relaxed into Hunter’s embrace - one you’ve come to love over the many rotations spent with Clone Force 99.

“Saving the best for last, huh?” You mumbled into Hunter’s chest, which he acknowledged by tightening his arms around you.

“This your way of admitting that I’m your favorite?” He laughed bittersweetly, “If you didn’t know, I’m gonna miss you.”

You smiled, “Even when I throw things at you on the Marauder?”

“Especially because you throw things at me on the Marauder.” He focused on you, “Not having you around is gonna be weird, Commander.”

“Eh, you’ll get used to it,” You released your grip on Hunter, taking a few steps back, “All good things come to an end.”

Hunter had a reminiscent look on his face in consideration of your words, “I wish they didn’t have to.”

You nodded in agreement, “Well, it’s not like we’ll never see each other again, right?”

The question with an uncertain answer lingered in the air for a moment before Hunter spoke, “Yeah, you have to give the doll back to Wrecker sometime.” His gaze landed on the tooka doll that's head peeked from beneath your robes. “Plus, I’m sure BD-99 and Gonky would enjoy a play-date.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at the Sergeant, “Just for the droids, right?”

99 beeped from your shoulder in agreement, a subsequent laugh falling from your lips. Once your laughs subsided, you realized that Coruscant has never felt so quiet. You slowly blinked at the man in front of you, who in the year you’d spent together had become many things to you; a stranger, a leader, and a friend… among other things.

“Stay safe out there, Sergeant.”

Hunter nodded, “Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you?”

You shook your head with a smile on your face, looking toward the cement before bringing your eyes to meet his, “I’ll see you sometime, Hunter.”

He used his pointer and middle fingers to salute you before walking up the Marauder’s ramp and turning around, watching your parting figure.

A thin hand placed itself on his shoulder, just as he did to you moments ago. “They’ll be fine, Hunter. We’ll see them again.”

“Yeah I know, Crosshair.”

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (50/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: so much fluff, not an ounce of angst also... smut?? Kinda?? it's not descriptive at all and just kind of narrated over ig...

Summary: You dance with Obi-Wan on the terrace of the villa, but then you begin thinking, and one thing leads to another.

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The party was still going when you'd both decided you wanted to leave. It wasn't necessarily that you were tired or anything, in fact, you were awake as ever and having the time of your life... but when Padme tapped on your shoulder, offering you the key to the villa she'd prepared, it wasn't long before you found Obi-Wan and let him know of what you now had in your possession.

He was a bit more overrun than you were, having awoken much earlier and also arrived at the venue before you did. He was ready to leave as soon as you told him. Truth be told, he'd wanted just a moment alone with you since you entered the room. He wasn't so used to the idea of being out in the open. To display upon you, public affections that would otherwise be forbidden.

When you both were about to leave, you made sure to bid your farewells to Padme, and additionally Cody, who had come to see why you were retiring so soon. It really wasn't soon. The party had gone on for several hours and though you didn't wish for it to subside, you did wish to be alone with the one person you couldn't separate yourself from this evening. You'd missed seeing him all day, and now that he was here, you wanted to be with him, but not in front of every onlooker at the celebration.

The villa was not far from the venue, practically only a walk through the gardens to get there, which were luscious and full this time of year. The walk was in silence, but not an uncomfortable silence. It was a lovely period of time to just bask in the glow of each other's force signature, and let it embrace your being in the warmth both presences had. He would spare you a glance here and there, and you the same to him, but never did you catch one another's stare until you finally reached the destination.

Walking inside, you remembered the stay you had here, the week that Padme's life had been attempted on several times. You and Anakin kept watch over her here, and this was where they fell in love. You could feel it around you, the romantic atmosphere, the devotion that lingered in the air even years after the events passed.

Obi-Wan didn't really know his way around, and looked down the hall, trying a few doors before you chuckled at him, pulling his arm in the direction of the main bedroom. He nearly tripped over himself, but caught up soon enough, and you walked him into the room and past the bed, opening the doors to the terrace and stopping there. You forgot how magnificent the view was out here, the lake country was so enchanting, and with the far-off lights of the ongoing party glimmering on the waters, it was even better than you had remembered.

His heart was beating so fast right now. He had stood next to you perhaps a hundred thousand different times during your life, but now, as you leaned over the ledge looking completely bewitched by the scenery, your bright smile outshining the illumination of the silvery moons, he felt like if he looked away, his heart may stop, and you would be the only thing to make it beat again. You hadn't seen him staring, but even if you did, you wouldn't have been able to describe the look in his eyes if you tried. It wasn't lust, no, he'd never lusted after you before, not ever. He had perhaps once or twice had the thought enter his mind of making love to you, but it was never in a sexual way, but rather in hopes of forming an even more intimate connection with you. He knew the truth of the matter, that intimacy was about emotional bond, not skin. He'd never force upon you such a request, not even tonight, on the most perfect occasion, because he had long ago decided that he would let you tell him when the time for that would be, if it ever came at all. He was content to love you in your innocence.

Amidst his thoughts he longed to be in some form of contact with you, whether that be holding you, or even touching your hand, he simply needed to feel you here beside him physically, rather than by sight. He raised a hand to your exposed shoulder, caressing it gently with his hand and earning your attention, and there was a sweet warmth that filled his chest upon seeing that he was now the reason for your smile.

He stepped back, unsure of what he was doing in all honesty, but when you followed, wrapping your arms around his neck, it didn't take him any time to figure out that he was going to hold you. He let his arms befall your waist, and a gentle sway between the both of you transformed into a slow dance, following the melody of music that could still be heard from the celebration's venue. It was ever so quiet, and reminded you of the time he took you to the attic of the opera house, the itty bity space at the time had provided the greatest of dance floors in your mind, and you'd never forget it.

"I feel like a fraud, leaving the party early, only to come and dance here instead," you giggled, looking up at him and shaking your head jokingly.

"But now that we're here, I can do this."

He leaned down and kissed you gently, not lingering very long, but making sure it conveyed his unsaid words. When he pulled away your eyes were left closed, a wide grin upon your lips at the sentiment. He was so gone, not an ounce of him remained with reality, for having one such as you to love and to cherish, it must have been a dream, a wild fantasy he conjured in his mind.

You laid your head on his shoulder, nose nuzzled into his neck to inhale his scent deeply, and he couldn't help but feel a small disturbance in you, now. It wasn't big, it wasn't widely important, but it was holding your mind captive long enough to distract you from this moment.

"I sense something weighs on your mind, little one," he furrowed his brows and leaned into you, unable to fully see your face for where it rested against him.

"I'm just thinking," you spoke softly, unworried about whatever it was, but still letting it fill your mind, nonetheless.

"About what, my love?" it wasn't forceful, and if you should wish not to tell him, he would drop the matter, only continuing to bask in the comfort of your presence as he did before.

"The missions are coming to a slow, and with the successes in our latest assignments, I feel as though the war will be subsiding soon, even if just for a small while," you explained, and instantly he knew where you were going with this. "My trials will happen then. I know I'm ready, but it feels strange to be so close to them and be here, instead of training with the others."

"I understand," he nodded. The trials would be easy for you, far less of a challenge compared to the mental and physical tasks you'd overcome before, but of course he could see why you felt this way. Several other Padawans, including one Mak Lotor would be joining you in your endeavor when it was to take place, and they were all training harsh hours to prepare... but you were here, on a distant planet, relaxing in peace and tranquility. He was unsure if there was any way to rid your mind of this pesky thought, and he came up with the perfect idea. "And I have the solution."

He slowly pulled you back at arms distance, allowing you to fully let go of him without prying your hands from his body, because he treasured your touch too much to disrespect it like that.

"What?" your confusion was soon answered when he pulled his saber from his hip, the clip attached to the fancy new belt he wore instead of his usual one.

"If it is training you desire, there is no reason we cannot do it here," he said, a smirk on his face as he waited for you to comply. He knew you had your lightsaber; he'd seen it peek out of your dress by your thigh from time to time tonight, and honestly, he found it intriguing. He imagined you probably put up a fight with Padme to be able to carry it, just as he imagined you fought with her about your padawan braid, as it clearly did not fit the look she was going for, but it suited you all the same, and showcased the fact that you were in fact, still a Jedi, even on this glamourous night.

"I completely agree," you kicked off your shoes to the corner of the terrace, making sure they would not be in your way. Your belt clip was barely hanging onto the small band you'd wrapped to your upper thigh, and it was grateful for the release in weight when you removed your weapon.

You ignited sabers at the same time, never breaking eye contact, but always keeping your gaze on his, anticipating his first move. He was a guardian; he hardly ever made the first move. You stepped once towards him, not making any moves to strike, but he raised his saber in a defensive move, being ready at all costs.

"I know better than to stoke the fires of an enemy, Master," you shook your head, waiting for him to come to you. Already you were succeeding in this small battle, because you were heeding his teachings from when you were still very young. "You'll have to come to me."

"As you wish," he said, and you quirked an eyebrow, readying yourself for his oncoming attack. He knew your weakest point, but upon recognizing it in yourself, you did, too. Your footwork could sometimes become sloppy, so he swung for your legs, a smooth flourish following up to it. You were quick to drop your saber to the other hand, hilt side up in order to block the direct slash. He couldn't help but be impressed a bit at your composure, especially since you weren't exactly wearing the proper attire for this activity.

Your movements were smooth, and you fought so fluidly, like water in a river, maneuvering through rocks and branches to get to the ocean your path led to. The ocean was victory, and even though you'd never seek it first and foremost, it seemed to follow you when you made the right steps. Your saber switched to the offense shortly thereafter, but only to keep him at a safe distance, which is what he believed offense was for.

He battled with a style that resembled that of endurance, one of outlasting your opponents, and letting them defeat themselves. He knew you'd learned it too well from him, and that he stood no chance, as when combined with your own style of movements, became unbeatable, at least by him. He hadn't beaten you in saber combat since you were fifteen years old. He blamed it on the fact that perhaps he'd been taking it easy on you for you to be able to learn the techniques properly, but then he stopped pretending one day, and found out the hard way that he was losing for real. It should have made him upset, to know that his padawan had far surpassed his training with a lightsaber, but it didn't. He always felt great pride by you, and your magnificent abilities. That's why he was always so confused whenever you lost to Anakin.

He figured that given your beautiful style, and your confidence in its potential, that surely it had to be psychological, but upon learning you were never upset when you lost, and only training to grow stronger because of it, he knew that you weren't afraid of Anakin, but inspired by him. He, at the time, was reckless, and still can be to this day, and had no real reason to be able to beat you as he did, but it happened every single time. He was the only person who could beat you, at least that you knew of, and Obi-Wan never understood it, especially when he was able to see Anakin's faults coming from a mile away when they sparred.

Watching you now, it seemed like you had every working muscle in your body moving to not defeat him, but to exhaust him. He knew that most enemies would not fight the same way you did, the same way he did, but ever since you made him promise not to take it easy on you, he gave it his all, each and every time you fought.

Upon realizing that there was no point in continuing a battle that could not be won on either side, you reached out with your hand, pulling from him the blue saber and holding it beside the green. You heaved a heavy breath, blowing the strands of hair out of your face that had fallen from the flowery style it held before. The flowers now simply hung there, like they were placed by a child in the meadows.

"One cannot always rely on a weapon, on the chance that they do not have one," you tossed both sabers to the side, hearing them roll on the stone until the hit the terrace ledge by your shoes.

"It is wise of you to acknowledge that, as though your weapon is your life, it is not something for you to depend on," he explained, and though you'd never heard it said that way before, you smiled at yourself having made yet again the correct choice.

You raised your arms up in defense, and again waited for him to make the first move. He came at you with ferocity, taking a swing towards your shoulder, which you ducked under, turning to push him away from you in the behind stance. He didn't turn fully around, knowing you'd see his next attack coming from a mile away. He felt you approach him slowly, and without any kind of warning, he threw an elbow back, almost hitting your face if it was not for for your hands coming up to catch it as a first insticnt.

"You're strength can be used against you, be mindful of it," he said, pulling his elbow back, and turning quickly, wrapping both arms around your shoulders to trap your head against him. You pulled on his arm, feeling as though there was no possible way out of this. Your strength could possibly rival his, but with the hold he has on you, it was nearly impossible to escape. Unless...

You jumped from the ground, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him forward and using his weight to make you both roll forwards. You both landed on the ground, but now he was beneath you, breathing heavily, with his hands beside his head in surrender.

"I yield," he whispered, and you smirked mischieviously, looking down at him and sighing.

You were well aware of the position you were in, straddling his hips and leaning over him in a rather revealing dress. You weren't sure if it had a certain affect on him, but it certainly did on you.

You backed up, standing, and holding your hand out to help him to his feet, which he gladly took.

You saw the look on his face as soon as he stood up, and he looked so enraptured by you that you had to blink twice to make sure you hadn't just caght him in a daze. You were unsure of what he was thinking, but it was something important, something sudden, and something utterly impulsive.

"Are you okay? I didn't mean to throw you down so hard," you admitted, a hand coming to the side of his face. He nodded his head, seemingly unable to speak yet, which only concerned you more.

Tears seemed to be filling his eyes, but they weren't sad. They held so much emotion that you almost didn't interpret what they meant, but the look in the eyes behind those tears told you everything you needed to know. He leaned his face into your hand, reveling in the softness and warmth they provided. His arms befell your waist once more, and again he was holding you, ready to speak upon what was plaguing his mind.

"Do you know how much I love you?" his words were uneven at first, but grew steady at the end.

"I do," you nodded, placing your other hand on his chest, over his heart and feeling the steady beat of it. "I love you just the same."

He brought one of his hands to rest over yours, holding it in place and breathing in deeply to let the rapid beating seem more pronounced.

"Do you know the lengths I would go to protect you?"

You couldn't deny that you did, because you'd seen first-hand how many times he'd come running to your rescue, even if you didn't need it, it was more than just an oath to ensure the safety of his Padawan, it was more than just the obligation to him as your mentor. Every little thing inside him longed to keep you safe, to be positive at all times that you were alive and well and if you were away that you would return to him. He needed you like he needed air to breath, but deeper than that, he needed you like he needed the force to exist. Without the force, there would be nothing, but he firmly believed that had you been the only thing to exist in the galaxy, he would be able to exist alongside you, feeding off of your endless light that you so graciously carried. You bring the light and shine like morning.

"Yes," you said, watching the look in his eyes change from deep emotion to certainty, and you wondered what he had made his mind up about.

"Do you know that I long to be beside you, always?"

If his feelings were even half as strong as yours, then you for sure would know that he did, because you lacked the ability to thrive in his absence. The day you thought he died, you were ready to be buried along with him, and had you been, it would have been more peaceful than what you'd experienced in the days after. You would be by his side, in life, or in death, and that was comforting to you.

You nodded this time, a lump coming into your throat at how emotional this beautiful moment was. I'll always remember this moment.

"So, knowing all of these things, and feeling what I feel for you, would you consider something?" He started to get teary eyed again, and having not looked away from him once, you were sure you'd never seen him so emotional before in your life. He was always so stoic, so brave. His face never showed anything like this, but of course you were the only exception.

"What would you have me consider, Obi?" you responded sweetly, knowing already that whatever it was, you wouldn't even need to consider it, you'd simply comply with anything he asked of you.

"Marrying me," he whispered, practically released out in a breath.

Your eyes went wide for a split second, before you smiled as wide as you thought was humanly possible. He'd made your heart so happy with this subtle proposal, and he didn't even know it.

You leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss, now holding his face with both hands, holding him as close to you as you thought you could. He smiled against your lips, unable to contain his joy at the enthusiasm you reacted with. He had hoped that maybe you would want to someday, but tonight, he never believed you'd be so easily swayed to agree.

"We don't have to do anything right away, and if you'd like to wait, I understand. I just," he paused, gathering the words he needed for this. "I feel that even if in secret, I want to be bound to you for the rest of my life."

"I would marry you tonight if you wished it."

Again, he smiled, and shook his head ever so slightly in disbelief. What had he ever done to deserve you? He could not recall a single thing in his entire life that would warrant the privilege of getting to love you, and having you love him in return. He was always practical and knew that good things given earned good things returned, and he was thankful to the force that he had perhaps been seen as good enough to earn you.

He let his lips befall yours again, the movements less fervent and heated, but far more passionate in the way they molded together perfectly like pieces of an intricately cut puzzle. His hands raked over your body, careful to still respect the areas you had not yet granted him thus far. It was gentle, and it was humble, the way he always touched you. Always with reverence, always with care.

Your body is a temple, and temples are places of worship.

He tapped the back of your thigh, and you took his hint, jumping from the ground and wrapping around him as you'd done the night before, accept it was different tonight. Last night was sneaky and rushed, but now? He could take time with you, and with no one around, he didn't have to fear being out in the open or getting caught.

He used his intuition to blindly walk you both back inside, remembering the doors had still been wide open. He found a seat on the bed, letting you sit atop him, knees on either side of his hips. He was keen to let his hands crawl up your back, desperate to feel the exposed skin at the top, and when he found it, he marveled at the softness, and the warmth.

Your fingers danced in his hair by now, pulling and twisting at the golden strands. His noises, oh, his sweet noises, they filled your ears and sent shivers down your spine, in which he could feel under the tips of his fingers. He was inspiring in you, feelings you'd yet to ever act on before, ones that made your body crave him more than it already had him.

You tested the waters, unsure of yourself and your lack of experience, grinding down on his lap subtly, to where he may not have noticed it, but he most definitely did. Were you wanting him in the way he'd thought about you all those times? Were you thinking about letting him take away that part of you? The one that held so much innocence and purity and had thus far made you desirable to more than just himself.

You wanted him to claim you, to connect with you and give you himself in return, although not being his first, you'd hope to be his last.

He waited again for you to make a move like that, just on the off chance that you were shifting your position, he would not take things further without you telling him to. He played with the strap on your shoulder, separating it from your skin and running down the length of it, going back up and repeating the process.

"Take it off," you told him, not really even asking, but commanding that he do so. It caught him off guard, and he pulled away from your attempt at another kiss to meet your eyes.

"Are you sure about this? We don't have to-"

"Obi, I know I want this. I know I want you," you said, beginning to push his vest off of his shoulders. "I have trusted you with my mind, I have trusted you with my heart... and now, I'm trusting you with my body."

He was not going to hesitate to give you what you wanted, because as much as he hated to admit it, you were both his strength and his weakness, and he could not refuse you, no matter how he tried.

"I will take care of you, I promise..."

It started slow, the movements in which articles of clothing were removed, and strewn across the floor by the bedside. The beautiful dress pooled on the ground as it had been removed all at once and right away. His tunic followed, and the exposure of his chest alone sent warmth into the pit of your stomach that you hadn't felt earlier. Perhaps it was just knowing that you were about to commit to such an act that spurred on the feeling, but it was ever growing.

He'd seen your body in several things that left little to the imagination, but yet, nothing compared to finally seeing you in your most bare form, presented to him in all your beauty. He spent detailed time, patiently going over every piece of you, leaving kisses, and small marks to show that he loved every inch, and praised it like it were some sort of deity.

When he first touched you in that sensitive space, you nearly jumped, not used to feeling another person's hand there before. It wasn't unwanted, but foreign and new, and it took a few strokes to get used to.

He'd wanted you to be prepared for him, as though he'd never brag about it, he knew he was rather well endowed.

The night was filled with so many new noises, so many new feelings. Looking back on it, you'd not be able to recall a certain order of events, but only feelings and words. The feeling of his hands on your skin, the wetness of his mouth on your neck as he finally entered you, and the stretch of him pausing inside your body for you to adjust to. Even when the movements started, his gentle rhythm was so in tuned to you and how you were handling him, you knew that his and your minds must have been as one, for him to know and act on every little thing you thought.

Loving him this night was supposed to resemble a loss of your innocence, and an aspect of your purity, but it wasn't like that at all. This was love, deep, intrusive, and yearning. It was beautiful, and it was intimate in every sense of the word. It was the beginning of a journey, something unforeseen and yet, welcome.

You felt on top of the world by the end, with him buried within you, his lips on yours as you reveled in the afterglow of it all.

He'd made sure you were cleaned up before pulling the sheets over you both and hugging you tightly to his chest, unwilling to let go for even a moment. Nothing compared to you, he was convinced. You'd given him the greatest pleasure he ever felt, and you weren't even trying to. That was the power you had over him, the bewitchment that he did not struggle against.

"I love you, little one," he whispered against your hair, kissing it and focusing his energy on lulling you into sleep along with him.

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Imagine you are a lady-in-waiting to Padmé who used to be a Padawan before being designed to serve the Queen. You live to your task until your life dramatically changes when you unintentionally capture the heart of a Jedi, who’s about to dive into the dark waters of the Sith…

Warnings: smut. Drama. Violence.

***

Intro.

You are meditating in the gardens of the temple when Master Yoda comes to you in person. You are a young lass, no more than seventeen years old. A youngling with dreams of spring, unprepared for the role that might lead you into a turbulent path.

Yoda knows it’s a risk what he’s about to request you as he watches serenity stamps in your features. Your hair falls down in cascades, the sunbeam highlighting the shades of your curls. There seems to be a halo over your head. The Force, with no doubt, had led him there.

You sense his presence, but do not let him interfere your exercise. Yoda is patient, though. There’s little need for hurry. Whilst he waits, he remembers his recent encounter with Force Ghost of Master Qui-Gonn Jinn.

“The darkness grows, my friend.”

“Inside the temple I sense it is”, Yoda lamented to agree. “Worried about Skywalker I am.”

“Letting go of his Padawan was difficult for him.” Qui-Gonn seemed to hesitate. “Nonetheless, the present forces us to look somewhere else… Another option in case he fails.”

Yoda looked at his former fellow Master. There was little time to say.

“If ready for the task she is, I have my doubts.”

“We need to try before it’s too late.”

Yoda closed his eyes. Had he seen this earlier, perhaps the current events in regards to the conduct of the Clone Wars would have been different.

“There’s little time to dwell in events that did not happen, old friend. She must play her part. It is what it is.”

And now here he is. You open your eyes and greet the ancient master with due respect as you stand and move in his direction.

“A word, Padawan.” He leads you to a stroll in the labyrinth of roses, jasmines and lavenders. It feels peaceful. “To my attention your conduct to Jedi affairs has come. Most pleased is your Master, surprised he is with your great achievements.”

That you have defeated Ventress and general Grievous recently did surprise the entire Council, even though you refused the honors, hiding away from such attention.

You blush.

“Master Yoda, with all due respect but I don’t think I am worthy of being congratulated for these deeds that are only the result of the trainings Master Y/C put me into.”

Yoda smiles at your answer, one of the kind that few would give. Perhaps he has in mind Skywalker’s recent concerning behavior. Just the other day he contested the Council’s decision of spying the Chancellor.

“But yours these deeds are. Deny them you must not. Stronger they made you.” He then pauses. “However, not about this is why I’m here. Before the usual age a youngling as yourself to trials must go. A greater mission for you awaits. Depending of your trials, it does.”

You barely blink. You thought only after you are eighteen you’d be able to go to trials. Despite the doubt in your eyes, you don’t question Master Yoda.

“Of course, Master. As you wish.”

You prepare for your trials. Because you are going a year earlier in consideration of your achievements, these are as difficult as the latests missions you’ve been. Nonetheless, Master Y/C is very pleased to have you knighted.

“The last one to succeed like you did was Master Kenobi.” He smiles down at you as you blush. “A bright future awaits for you. Congratulations, knight Jedi!”

You seem to be the prestigious that everyone talks about. You don’t mind the flatteries, though you are happy for such accomplishment. Now you have the goal to become Master in due time.

However, frustration is inevitable when you are asked to protect Queen Amidala. Perhaps you are not this humble as you thought. To realize this, that you were expecting greater missions and more difficult, embarrasses you.

Yoda knows it. But even so, was there anyone who did not fall into the graces of the age? He pats your hand and says:

“Trying can be the easiest missions. Careful must you always be with appearances, Y/N.”

You nod, eager to fix your mistake.

“When should I begin?”

You are surprised when you are told:

“Today. Waiting for you is Queen Amidala.”

Your journey is just about to begin without knowing the great expectations Yoda places in you. Could you save the Jedis from the unavoidable rise of darkness that might engulf the Order? He prays so. He prays so.

***

Three years later. Great Palace, Naboo.

You are dressed not in typical clothes of a lady-in-waiting but as if you are Queen yourself.

“We are expecting a retinue of Senators of the planet Y/C who we came to know to have joined Dooku’s dark forces.” Padmé is telling you as she makes sure your hair is perfectly braided and the make up covers details that must not give your identity away. “I know it’s a great risk exposing you this way…”

“My lady, there’s little need to justify yourself.” You smile warmly at her, the one who surprised you by becoming a good friend to you in the last years. “It’s part of the mission I was assigned to serve you. If this is how should go, let me do my job.”

Padmé heavily sighs.

“If you are sure…”

“Being a Jedi is often a risk. Do not carry that burden, my lady. I ask you with all my heart.”

“Very well. It’s time then. We are awaited.”

It’s strange to incorporate somebody else, especially the Queen of Naboo. But you have been too observing in the last three years to ignore the details. You close your eyes moments before you go to the Great Salon, located in the Great Palace where the royal household is located, so you meditate.

I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

You open your eyes and open the door. There’s not enough time to speak with Padmé. Your duty awaits to be performed. However, as you begin to greet the guests, welcoming them all the while you look amongst the faces for the suspicious retinue of Dooku’s men, you are surprised to bump right into… him.

“Your Grace”, Anakin bows before you. A smirk is seen in his lips. He then leans close to your ear. “Or should I say Y/N?”

Your blush deepens and you look at him, horrified.

“How’d you know?” You are careful in not saying it too loud.

“Because I sense those who have Force. You didn’t disguise your signature either.” His smirk remains in his face as he watches you up and down. You don’t like to feel this affected by his presence. “It’s a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance. I have heard a lot about you.”

You somehow feel your shoulders tense, but taking his subtle advice, you disguise your Force so you don’t give away the disguise. You could not forgive yourself for missing the detail, though.

“Have you really?” You speak in a nonchalant manner. Not only because you ought to pretend to be Queen Amidala, but also it’s another way to keep your emotions in check. Surely it’s not because Anakin Skywalker is a tall, handsome man with the most blue eyes you’d ever seen. Right?

“Indeed. A Padawan who defeated Ventress and the long wanted General Grievous? Such a reputation cannot go unheard of.” Anakin is now smiling at you. “I’m Anakin Skywalker, by the way. The one Jedi who’d been following the Master you’ve been compared to.”

You try not to laugh at his gallant manners.

“I do not deserve the comparison to Master Kenobi, General.” You protest softly. “Though he’s an example to be followed, there’s a great distance before I reach to his level of competence and experience.”

Anakin’s eyebrows are raised. Not only he’s impressed with your eloquence but with the display of humility. Here’s one who could rival in that dispute of being “the chosen one”. The idea almost makes him laugh.

“Because Obi-Wan is my master and friend, I don’t think there are many out there who deserves the comparison. But why talk about him anyway? Otherwise he might get full of himself.”

You giggle softly, missing the nature of his thoughts. Anakin could tell who you are underneath the regal mask you put for your mission. You feel his eyes are lingering on you, though. It awakes sentiments you’ve never been in contact with—to which you don’t even have words to name them.

“Should I ask you then if the ball is fit for your tastes?” You ask him, partially teasing. You smile here and there, sometimes interrupting the conversation to talk to a subject. “I have to wonder what brings you to Naboo, though.”

Anakin captures the moment your eyes meet his. It is as if this results in an electricity that sends waves to the Force, teasing the balance. Oh. That is interesting.

“The Jedis thought better to send me to check on you. They seem concerned for your safety.” He does not tell you that they also wanted to distract him from his distress of losing Ahsoka and the constant clash he’s been having with the Council by supporting the Chancellor in his moves in this never ending war.

“The clonic wars are, indeed, the cause of my preoccupation with the queen”, you say, suspecting there might be more than his words give in. “Perhaps if you wish to stay, we can see these things together. In all frankness, though, I appreciate their concern. How are they fairing?”

“Well as they must be.” You notice he’s not telling the truth entirely but this is not the best moment to question him.

There’s not much to be said now because the thread is interrupted by the presence of the retinue you’ve been looking for. It’s time to play your role and carry on with the mission to you assigned.

Anakin watches as you excuse yourself from his presence. His blue eyes, an announce of tempest to some, are glued in your moves. Though you have disguised your signature, Anakin is definitely impressed for sensing in you the Force in a level that he’d not seen in anyone before.

He’d never taken seriously the possibility of someone rivaling him in this level. Whilst this proves a comfort for him, it also intrigued him. He did not tell you he was there not because of Jedi, but because of the Chancellor. Why, however, does this bother him?

He waits until the ball is over to come after you again. It ends with some of these men being arrested, another proof of your success as a spy and as a Jedi. How you conduct yourself so calmly baffles him.

Anakin speaks briefly with Queen Amidala but his interest lies in you. And by seeing his interest in you, she concedes the two of you talk. So he leads you outdoors. Your braid is now down to your waist and your face is clean off the heavy make up you’d been wearing. But you are still dressing the majestic robes used to impersonate the queen.

“You are very bright for someone so young.” He tells you. “Why are you wasting all of this potential here?”

You don’t see the malice in his speech. You are tired and you don’t seem to think your fellow Jedi is tempted to the dark side. You might suspect something is going on, but exhaustion is blurring your judgement.

“Every mission has a purpose. Not always it is there to match our expectations.” You hesitate but add: “I used to think serving the queen was below my expectations as the warrior I think I am. In the end, I was just feeding my vanity.”

“It’s not vanity if you want better opportunities to yourself.” Anakin scoffs before softening. “But why are we talking about this? You are exhausted. Come, let me take you to your quarters.”

You smile at him as he offers you his arm. You gently take it.

“I sense you are a temperamental Jedi, General Skywalker.”

“Me?” Anakin laughs. “I just…operate differently.”

“Do you, really?“

He stops by your door. As tired as you are, you look hesitant in going inside.

“Are you staying for the week?” You inquire, whether innocently or not you are afraid to tell.

Anakin smirks at you, aware of the conflict that seems to rise in your heart. He puts a loose lock of your ear behind your ear.

“I suppose I can stay, yes. Good night princess.” He takes your hand and there pressed a gentle kiss. The sight of your blush mesmerizes him.

***

He ended staying for a month, though. The Queen keeps a blind eye for his extra official affairs in Naboo all the while Anakin plays an effort in getting to know you.

In the wake of the summer, you are dressed as a lady-in-waiting to Padmé when you are invited to train with Anakin.

“I wonder what does keep you busy here”, Anakin teases you. His heart warms every time he makes you smile; it lightens his soul. “It’s too quiet for a country that is affected by the clone wars and you are too powerful to be kept in here.”

You roll your eyes as you follow him in the depths of gardens, surrounded by sunflowers. Your dress is yellow with details in brown and shows your shoulders. Your hair is tied in a bun. A princess look, indeed, one too gracious to behold according to Anakin. When you hold your saber, though, his smile opens wide.

Aren’t you adorable?

“You are starting to sound like a brat”, you tell him, all smiles. How could you not? Your heart got used to him. Perhaps a little too much. “I do enjoy here.”

“Do you?”

He turns his saber on and prepares to fight you. You giggle as you do the same. The field of sunflowers doesn’t help your moves, but Anakin is surprised that it poses little difficulty for your maneuvers.

“By the Maker! Aren’t you special?” Anakin eyes you intently, his smile making you melt inside.

Uh-oh.

“Don’t look at me like that, Anakin. It makes me uncomfortable.” You tell him amongst giggles. “But no, I am not special.”

He actually manages to defeat you, but only because you misstep and you end up tumbling: Anakin tries to hold you, but both of you fall in the grass.

“Yes, you are.” He says, watching as you laugh loudly because, Maker, you are so damn disastrous. Anakin laughs too, but there’s something in his eyes that you melt.

“What?” You say, lifting your hand to play with his curls and leaving a finger there hanging for too long.

“You are special.”

“Anakin!” You protest, blushing.

“Yes, you are. You are special to me.”

That is how it begins. You know the first day you saw him, you felt attached to him. Your heart races loudly.

You respond with a kiss. Anakin beams as he rolls you over him, his arms involving you in a warm embrace. The kiss is long, slow but very passionated.

“Ani…” you break the kiss to catch your breath. “What have we done?”

But he doesn’t read any sign of regret in your eyes, which makes him smile.

“There’s nothing wrong in falling in love.”

You peck his lips again. You never thought this is what it feels to be loved. You’ve seen Padmé and Clovis together in some occasions, but until Anakin came to your life, you’d never expect to live such a dream.

He senses your discovers when looking into the color of your eyes, diving in the shades of y/c that paint your irises. Anakin hears your thoughts, a mess of words that never reach your tongue. The intensity that drowns him into live his wildest dreams.

So he kisses you again. You pair your tongues together, not minding your inexperience. You belong to him and every sense of duty is left aside. He rolls over you again and there he is, with eyes that announce a tempest. Eyes that carry you into the core of a hurricane, threatening to sweep you out of everything you know, out of your comfort zone. Eyes that open the door of his soul to welcome you in.

You cup his face with your gentle fingers and kiss him passionately. In this pleasant silence, you don’t let him go freely; your kiss savors his, the taste of his tongue awaking something different, unbeknownst to you until now.

“You electrify my life”, you hear the confession slip your tongue.

Anakin is on his elbow, hearing every word said and that non-said. What remains unspoken he captures. His smile spreads yet again because you give him peace.

To hear what he hears now reinforces the good in him, turning the light inside that darkness seems to take place. He takes your hand and intertwines your fingers.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Just like that he says it. Just like that you know it. Just like that the destiny of you both are sealed.

“I love you too, Ani.”

You beam.

He leans his forehead against yours, eyes closed. Yours do too, and there is serenity.

There is peace. Force seems balanced.

But for how long?

***

You lose track of the time when you two are together. It’s difficult to concentrate when you see that tall, handsome man, whose smile is secretively addressed to you.

It begins to become a burden to hold back the desires he awakes you. You’ve always thought to be above the pursuits of the flesh. But there is one day you find him shirtless for some reason.

Oh, Maker.

You could not look away. The image of his well builded muscles are enough to make you experience an unbearable heat. You’ve once heard the ladies of the queen talking about how to relieve it.

Oh bloody hell.

Thankfully that day you are free of your tasks. But it’s been days since Anakin had to go back to Coruscant and that image of him—unintentionally captured by your eyes—remains in the back of your mind.

When Anakin manages to pay you a visit, he knows something is not right. You are where the two of you usually encounter—a secretive place where only Queen Amidala is aware of—-and when Anakin comes to realize the possible cause of your disturbance, he’s amused by it.

He reaches right behind you and begins to kiss your neck. You leave out a surprising moan. You clearly are not expecting that.

“Has my princess been missing me?” Anakin chuckles before turning you to see him. He presses your small frame against the tree. His hands are running to your sides, lifting the skirts of your dress as his hands pursuit you…just the way you want to. “You should have contacted me.”

“Ani, I don’t think we…” you try to suppress this strange lust, but when his fingers find his way to you, any resistance you had in your heart dies. “Oh!”

“Do you like that?” Anakin whispers hotly in your ears as he overstimulates you. “Have you been thinking about me?”

“Yes. I…” you cling onto him, trying to mute your moans. “It feels so good!”

“Imagine when I take you to bed.” He plants soft kisses around your neck, enjoying how much he’s teasing you.

He continues to do so until you explode in his hand. The only reason why you aren’t so absurdly scandalous is because Anakin kisses you passionately too.

“Oh my love…” you lean against him. “You ruin me…”

Anakin chuckles softly, the idea of corrupting you arousing him. But he holds back his own need when contemplating your beauty, which only reinforces the purity of your soul.

Which reminds him of…

“I thought I could love you in moderation”, you say whilst you kiss his lips, your hand driving right there to his pants. You smirk at his surprise as you begin to touch him softly. “But turns out I cannot, Anakin. You’ll be the death of me.”

So you go down on your knees. You did miss him, after all…

***

Your legs are wrapped around his waist, shivering in response at every thrust, a sigh escaping your lips as your body moves with his.

Anakin is kissing your neck, locking hands with you, nearly reaching the climax as you do yours. It’s synchronized. It’s melodic. It’s perfect.

“I don’t think I’m sleeping tonight.” You tell him, pleased to bring your beloved to laughters. And then you roll over him, your body bathed in sweat and your back covered by your long hair. “What have you done to me?”

Anakin watches you with a mist of lust and devotion. He then takes a seat and holds you against him.

“I’ve come to ruin you.” He mutters against your lips. Anakin thrusts right into you, making you gasp before you are involved in love making again.

As promised, neither of you would sleep properly that night.

***

But when you finally begin to sleep… your peace begins to ruins without your knowledge.

You are in Mustafar. There is fire everywhere and the heat is unbearable. A man dressed in dark, long cape awaits holding a red saber.

“What have you done?”

Your voice is broken. He there remains on his back to you. You carry yourself, heavy, hurt, sweaty.

“Why?”

A laughter so cold. A pair of yellow eyes turn at you. But you can’t recognize their owner. He lifts his hand. You suffocate.

“You will not ruin my plans, Y/N.”

You begin to choke. You try to awake, but you can’t. You scream. Your life seems to run out of your control. You scream again. You can’t hear your voice…

“Y/N! Y/N!” Anakin is shaking you, making you open your eyes. You are shaking and sobbing. “My love! What happened?”

“I…” you don’t know where you are until he hugs you close. “I don’t know.”

You sob. Anakin tries to read into you but somehow he cannot. He holds you close, soothing your fears.

“Don’t leave me, Ani. Please don’t abandon me.” You hear yourself say. The usual composed self is no where to be seen. A sudden fear washes over you.

“It’s just a dream, my love. I’m here. I’m never leaving you.”

You cling into him. You pray he’s right. The next day, he’s trying to assure you that you’ll be well.

“I love you”, Anakin assures you after he’s told of the nightmare you’ve had. “I will never let go of you. Never.”

You nod eagerly, holding on to this promise. You look up at his eyes and smile softly when sensing his concern over you remains.

“I’ll be fine, my darling.”

As the day begins, the nightmare is soon forgotten. The Queen is amused to see you and Anakin ever so close: clearly neither are trying enough to conceal the nature of your relationship.

Despite the clouds announcing a storm, the light of the sun comes to irradiate when Anakin proposes you. You have never been the happiest. The Queen helps preparing the arrangements.

“Witnessing the love you have for each other gives me hope to battle our enemies outside. The good always prevails by the end of the day.”

A thought you share. But it’s put to question when your nightmares come back to plague you. You have to meditate, you try to appeal for reason. There are nights you win. You leave the illusion, the untrue trap victorious. You are exhausted each time. There’s another factor that doesn’t contribute to your health.

Until one day, the nightmares stop. But it’s precisely when Anakin doesn’t go back home. What happened? Why hasn’t he come to you… right when you are about to get married?

***

He promised to go back to you. He often did. But Anakin feels betrayed by the Jedis. An attack is orchestrated by Count Dooku against the temple. He is outraged, though, when learning of his machinations that eventually turn him against his own master.

There is a huge fight between Kenobi and Skywalker. All the while the Chancellor interferes… thinking Kenobi to have been killed, he prepares to depart.

Somehow all these events lead you into Mustafar. Your fears threaten to become true. An illusion you know you’ve been manipulated to believe is now set to happen. You seem the Force. You refuse to let this happen.

You’ve been feeling unwell all day. Queen Padmé tried to prevent you going because she believed… you didn’t want to hear, so you never made to hear her suspicious. You may had some yourself, but you don’t want to hear.

I am one with the Force and the Force is with me.

You are dressed in your robes when you land in that planet. Your eyes are already blurred by tears because you can tell the man in dark cape is Anakin.

“Ani?”

Your voice comes out in a sob. Anakin turns at you, surprised. He’d not expect to see you. He’s appalled, confused.

“What are you doing here, Y/N?”

“You promised you’d never leave me.” You choke your sob. You walk right into him. “You may have broken that oath, but I am not breaking mine.”

He hesitates, mostly because he can see you are unwell. But it’s when Lord Sidious comes in.

“End with her life if you want to live.”

So here’s how I will meet my fate.

You close your eyes and turn your saber on. Sidious tries to push Anakin against you, but seeing his reluctance, he comes to fight you.

“Ani…” you mumble, but you know he’ll hear you so. “Don’t give up. I am not giving up on you. I understand your frustration, but this is not the way.”

Your belly gives you nauseas, but you struggle with yourself whilst battling the Sith Lord. You try to resist him as much as you can. Anakin watches the scene, confused.

It’s when he comes to realize…

You are sick.

“The last of Jedi is to die!” Sidious manages to overpower you. Like in your nightmares, you are lifted in the air. You begin to suffocate.

But you are sick for a reason. When Anakin concentrates, he comes to realize you are carrying his children. The fruit of the love you have for each other.

“DON’T!”

It all happens very fast. You begin to lose the air of your lungs. Your resistance is inutile. Darkness plagues you with a sense of pain you’ve never been under such a rough test before. A shock comes to your body. It’s all blurry. Your eyes close. And you drop on the floor.

***

Anakin is by your side all the while you are unconscious. He hates himself for hesitating, for letting the battle come to the point where he was close to lose you.

“What matters the most is that you won, Anakin.” Obi-Wan tells him. He places a hand over his shoulder, giving the consolation the younger male required.

Obi-Wan had found Anakin, perhaps moved by a feeling he could convince his former Padawan to resist the dark side. When he landed in Mustafar,h he was happy to know there was no need to do that because you did—even though a great price came with it.

Now you are tubed and the medical droids are looking after you. Anakin is double distressed because he cannot tolerate the idea of losing you and the children. Yes, children. Because he’s told you are carrying twins.

It takes a while, but you eventually wake up. To your delight surprise, Anakin is by your side. You weep as he leans forward to kiss your lips.

“I’m here, my love.” He holds your hand tightly, a gesture that implies he’s not letting you go. “I’ll always be here. I’m so sorry. I was such a stupid fool.”

But this is not why you weep. As you touch his face, a small smile is seen in your lips.

“I’m happy because you came back to me. Oh, Ani. You came for me.”

He rests his forehead against yours and there the two of you stay together, quiet and in peace.

***

Epilogue.

Though the two of you had married discreetly the moment you landed in Naboo, Padmé suggested you to marry properly now that your twins are able to walk without falling to the sides. An idea Anakin was much enthusiasmatic to perform.

So now you are finally living the dream you had the moment you laid your eyes on Anakin. Dressed in a long white gown with details in purple, there’s also a veil that falls right down your face.

As you begin to walk down the aisle, Luke and Leia are brought to you.

“My precious babies!” You exclaim when seeing them dressed in a royal manner of Naboo. You don’t care about messing up yourself when you lean to kiss each one before struggling not to squeeze them in your motherly hugs.

When Obi-Wan finally leads you down the aisle, he’s very emotional.

“I can’t believe this is all happening.”

Anakin gets lost at your sight when seeing his twins going right where he is. He picks each in his arm and presses long kisses, beaming at them. He’s such a loving father that even Obi-Wan is brought to tears.

“By the Maker, the Skywalkers turned me into a sensitive man.”

You giggle as you thank him for bringing you to the aisle. Ahsoka then comes to pick your twins not only because Anakin requested, but because she ended up growing attached to the twins.

“Is this a dream?” Anakin asks when holding your hands. “If so, I don’t want to wake up.”

“No, my love. We won the darkness. We are the light. There’s nothing to fight anymore, nor to be frightened for.”

He leans forward to kiss you. As he does so, it’s Anakin again who feels it before you.

“Our family looks about to grow again…” says he against your lips, loving to see you blush.

“This time we are better prepared.” You giggle.

And so the ceremony begins…

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My Very Soul (Chapter 4)

Anakin Skywalker x Jedi!Reader

everyone meet Henry! played by Skandar Keynes, dashing young man version

Link to Chapter 3

Warnings: more Anakin angst, lots of jealousy, canon-typical violence & death, and the beginnings of some soft Ani fluff (it’s a slow burn y'all, so appreciate the build, please)

Summary: As you and your fellows try to figure out the mystery behind the Banking Clan's slow progress, Anakin's jealousy leads to an upsetting confrontation

Word Count: 5.4k

The Muuns of the Banking Clan were interesting beings. You sat watching them as they looked down upon you and your colleagues, their chairs elevated in the high-ceilinged chamber in which they held their proceedings.

"The Republic believes this new organizational structure will add security and efficiency to the documentation of the Banking Clan's credit reserves," Master Obi-Wan was saying, the Muuns nodding as he explained the new record-keeping system that you Jedi had been sent to initiate...or, so the Muuns believed. You felt a bit uneasy at this deception, but you understood the importance of securing the Republic's control of the credit standard, especially for those planets in the Outer Rim that suffered under the hands of the crime syndicates. As Obi-Wan spoke, you felt Master Yuma reaching out with the Force, communicating to you that you must focus, now. You let your eyes glaze over. From the outside, it would appear that you were politely listening to Master Kenobi's speech. You used this mask to hide the true purpose of this meeting—the objective was for you to try to read the situation, understand the Muuns' emotional movements, sense where their thoughts led, trying to glean if anything within this governing body was amiss.

Before you knew it, the meeting was over. Time passed differently when you were meditating, you knew, and you shook your head to clear it, quickly, following your Master and the other Jedi out of the Clan's chambers.

"We should reconvene on our ship," Master Yuma said innocently, disguising the true meaning of her words. "We can send a transmission to the Council, to let them know of our progress."

"Certainly," Master Faer said, just as calmly. Though it was not assumed that any of the Muuns had ill intent, it was important for you to discuss your mission aboard your own ship, where you could be sure no one was listening in.

The sun was setting outside against the mountains as you, Henry, and Anakin followed your Masters back out onto the landing platform. You paused, only for a moment, to take in the colors as they moved along with the jagged outlines of the mountainous horizon. Spending most of your time on Coruscant, you didn't often get to admire the natural beauty of the universe.

"Y/N," Master Yuma called to you, and you turned, following her up the closing ramp of the ship you'd arrived on earlier that day.

"My Padawan tells me that you have an unusual ability for understanding other's thoughts," Master Faer said to you as all of you entered the main hull, sitting around the flight table.

"Not thoughts, exactly," you responded, looking to Master Yuma for permission to explain. She nodded to you in encouragement. "I can...sense minute changes in other presences, through the Force," you clarified, trying to speak of your own abilities with humility. "Usually centered on emotions."

"And what did you discover," Obi-Wan asked, looking to you, "about our Muun friends?"

"They're..." you cast around, searching for the right words to explain. Thought, emotion, and consciousness were not easily captured through language. "They're afraid," you said, looking inward, trying to translate the experience you'd had in that chamber in a way that made sense. "All of them. They're scared. Of what, I don't know," you continued, "but I don't sense any malintent on their behalf. I don't think they're the ones behind this...plot, if it is such an organized effort. But there's something they're not telling us. It's like...like they're being forced, against their will. To do what, I don't know." You shook your head, deep in thought, trying to understand it. "It's like there's some other presence. I sensed the outline of something we're missing, but I can't get a read on what it is...whatever this presence is, the Muuns are terrified of it."

Your words cast the group into silence, everyone thinking hard.

"I too sensed a lack," Master Yuma agreed. "A lack of sight, that is. We're being blinded." You watched your Master as she puzzled, her braids hanging loosely around her attractive face, her large eyes clouded by thought.

"Well, we don't have much to report yet," Master Obi-Wan conceded. "We'll need to do a little more digging." Master Faer nodded.

"The Muuns are under the impression that you will be overseeing the new organizational system's implementation tomorrow," Master Faer said. "They've arranged rooms for you all. I have found them to be gracious hosts," Master Faer continued, smiling a tired smile.

"That's good news," Master Yuma said, leaning back. "We could all use some rest."

"Henry," Master Faer suggested, "if you could show your fellows to their rooms for the evening, I will join Masters Yuma and Obi-Wan in sending a transmission back to the council." Henry nodded obligingly. You stood, Anakin following suit. You noticed that Anakin's presence seemed subdued as you walked back off of the ship and toward the Banking Clan's headquarters. It wasn't common for him to be quiet during deliberations—it wasn't common for him to be quiet, period. You read in him a sense of unease, felt some flickers of fear and anger, though you didn't understand where these emotions were coming from.

You thought back to Henry's words from earlier. He's quite taken with you, Henry had said. You knew this area of thought was off limits, but you couldn't help feeling a gnawing feeling in your stomach. In your own way, you cared for Anakin. You felt remorseful, now, as you walked toward the turbolift inside the floating city with your two silent companions. You could admit that when you were around Anakin, a part of you warmed internally—the way Anakin's Force presence swelled when it met yours, the way you felt his joy spike, no matter the circumstance, even if you were glaring at him, even if you were insulting his intelligence—you couldn't help but feel affection for this boy. Anakin wore all of his emotions on his sleeve, and it was, in many ways, ironic that you were the one who was so often paired with him on missions, seeing as reading other's emotions was your Force gift. You didn't need it, with Anakin. His emotions spilled out at every turn, his joy, his eagerness, his anger, his insecurity—all of it read on his face and in every gesture. You hadn't been able to prevent yourself from becoming fond of him, even though you had tried very hard. It was endearing, meeting someone so genuine. Maybe you had been too hard on him.

"The rooms on this level are for diplomatic visitors," Henry told you quietly as you exited the lift, seeming to sense that both you and Anakin were lost in your own, deep trenches of thought. He gestured to a door in front of him, and a door to his left. "Anakin, you may take this one, if you wish," Henry offered. Anakin gave him a curt nod.

"Thank you, Henry," you said, putting your hand on the door handle. "For everything."

"I'll see you in the morning," Henry said, and with a soft smile, he departed back into the lift. You turned, opening the door to your room, surprised at its size. The window was large, and through it you could see the last bits of light disappearing against the expansive starry sky. On missions, you were usually delegated to sleeping in the corner of the ship, or perhaps a bunk, if you were lucky. To have a guest room, with a large bed, a view, and a vase full of fresh flowers on the bedside table overwhelmed you. You turned back around, smiling, to find Anakin standing in your doorway, looking angrier than you'd ever seen him.

"Ani—wha?" you started to question, but all too quickly, he crossed the room, his angry strides breaking through your peaceful mood like a knife.

"What do you mean, what?" Anakin accused, turning back to look you in the face before continuing his pacing. You looked at him, eyes wide. For once, you truly had no idea what was going through his mind.

"Henry!" Anakin snarled, putting his hands up in the air, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"What about Henry?" you asked, truly nonplussed.

"You're joking, right?" Anakin asked, stopping his pacing to put his face up close to yours. "That man is what—four, five years older than you?"

"So?" you questioned, trying to understand how Anakin could be so angry.

"So?! So he had no right talking to you the way he did." Anakin resumed his angry pacing. You sensed that his subdued nature earlier was nothing more than a valiant attempt to contain the emotions he exhibited now, though you still felt this reaction needed more of an explanation.

"Talking to me how?" you asked, looking at Anakin as if he were crazy.

"You know," Anakin said threateningly, pointing his finger at you. "Talking to you as if you were..."

"As if I were what?" you asked, more quietly, wondering if you could calm Anakin down enough to get him to spit it out.

"He's way too old for you," Anakin huffed, and you saw that his hands were shaking. "It's not right. And you," Anakin continued, turning to point at you again accusingly, "you went right along with it. He's grown, and you're just a—"

"Just a what?" you asked, anger finally penetrating your mood. "Just a kid?"

"His behavior was completely unacceptable," Anakin went on, still pacing. "He was all over you. And he was so obvious about it! Romantic attachments are against the rules, Y/N. And it's...it's wrong. It's beyond inappropriate, for you and him to—for you—" Anakin sputtered, seeming unable to finish his thought. You started laughing.

"Anakin, it isn't like that at all. Henry and I have known each other since we were small children, training together as younglings." You shook your head, finally cluing in to the meaning behind Anakin's reaction. You felt yourself blushing, wanting very much to completely ignore this realization about the reason behind Anakin's anger, and also struggling to keep yourself from punching Anakin in the mouth.

"There's something off about the way he looks at you," Anakin retorted, his eyes narrowed, looking up into your face with an intensity you had seen from no one else. The strength of his Force presence was incomparable.

"The only thing off here is you," you responded, raising your voice ever so slightly. "And I know why," you said, your hands balling into fists, your frustration and discomfort rising in you like a swelling wave. Just when you thought maybe you should be giving Anakin more grace, he worked his way under your skin in the worst way, proving himself to be the most irksome, the most exasperating presence in the galaxy. You felt Anakin's anger rise alongside yours, his presence in the Force lashing out toward you.

"Oh yeah?" Anakin taunted, trying uselessly to use bravado through his anger.

"You're jealous of him," you responded rudely, lowering the tone of your voice again, trying to regain control of yourself.

"Of him?" Anakin squawked derisively, going in the opposite direction of control. "As if. Obedient, quiet, polite, Henry," Anakin spat, smiling a horrible smile. "He's weak."

Your anger turned to ice. You felt your body stiffen, all of your cold fury directed at the boy in front of you. You couldn't believe it—couldn't believe Ani could be so cruel, that he could be so dismissive toward someone so caring and generous, someone who was like a brother to you.

"Henry is kind," you said fervently, and you felt your eyes start to water. You willed the tears back. "He's compassionate, and wise. He's ten times the Jedi you will ever be." At these words, you felt Anakin's presence fold into itself, somehow, as if inside him there were a black hole that had suddenly been unleashed. You felt the tiniest twinge of regret.

You heard a clattering sound across the room, and you turned, seeing the vase that had been filled with flowers on the ground, shattered into pieces. The flower stems lay amidst the wet, surrounded by clear shards of glass. You turned back to face Anakin, to chastise him for letting himself lose control like that, but he had already run from the room, leaving behind him a wake of fury and agony that you felt linger in the Force.

Anakin awoke the next morning balled up in his sheets, sweating, his feelings and memories from the previous night still storming around him. He had not slept well. He had not gotten a chance to enjoy the beautiful room that the Muuns had prepared for him, though Padawans never were granted such dignified accommodations. The whole of it seemed to be mocking him in his anger, the white sheets, the view of the mountains outside in the morning air. Even the vase full of flowers on the bedside table was taunting him. He wanted to smash this one as well—two for two—but he held back.

He had felt he was justified, telling you off for the way you had interacted with Master Faer's Padawan. Anakin refused to think his name. Still, when he had locked himself in his own room, after confronting you, all he had felt was distress. He was tormented by your face—he'd never before seen you with tears in your eyes, looking at him as if he'd gravely wounded you. The memory made him feel slimy, sick, like some kind of slithering, wet sadness were making its way through his body, emptying him of his anger, his confidence, of anything aside from guilt. Anakin sat up, putting his feet on the ground, resting his hands on his knees.

He had not meant to make you upset. He didn't know what he had meant to do—his anger had gotten the better of him, as it so often did. But Anakin was not able to banish his anger completely—he felt it stirring inside him, waiting to be called upon should it be needed. Anakin shook his head. Yes, he didn't see what there was to admire in a boy like Henry—a man, Anakin supposed—but you did, and Anakin certainly admired you, your tenacity, your skill, the way you refused to give in, the way you always seemed to be a step ahead of him. Anakin put his head into his hands.

"Anakin," Obi-Wan said gently from the doorway. Anakin looked up, annoyed that his Master always seemed to appear when he was struggling with his emotions. Having a Master like Obi-Wan—someone so perceptive and attuned to Anakin's internal shifts—was at times difficult. Anakin hadn't ever tried to hide his feelings for you, from Obi-Wan at least, but as he grew older, things seemed to become more complicated.

"The Muuns have arranged breakfast for us on the lower level," Obi-Wan said cautiously, watching his Padawan.

"I'm not hungry," Anakin muttered, turning his face away from the knowing gaze of his Master. Obi-Wan sighed, entering the room, sitting on the ottoman at the end of Anakin's bed.

"You might try to see what you're feeling right now," Obi-Wan began, Anakin still refusing to look at him, "as an opportunity for growth. Feelings that seem important and all-consuming in this stage of your life will shift, and likely fade with time." Anakin shook his head. He didn't know all that much about this kind of attachment, but he knew enough to know his feelings about you, in particular, would never change, or fade, no matter how much time passed. Obi-Wan put a comforting hand on his Padawan's shoulder.

"I do know that if you want the admiration of your peers," Obi-Wan said gently, "you need to earn it, through words and actions that are admirable." These words softened Anakin's anger, for they were useful to him. They envisioned a way forward—a future in which you didn't despise Anakin, but rather, a future in which you admired him, more than you admired Henry, more than you admired anyone else.

Obi-Wan watched his apprentice's face as Anakin worked this through. Obi-Wan felt as if he could see the cogs churning, Anakin pushing through the heaviness of his adolescent emotions toward logical conclusions. Obi-Wan remembered what it was like to be young, though he had never been as hot-tempered as his Padawan. He was sympathetic toward Anakin, wanting to assuage these feelings and put his apprentice's mind at peace. Still, a warning arose in the back of Obi-Wan's mind, a warning that had come from the Jedi Council long ago. Though Obi-Wan was aware of Anakin's tendency toward attachment and possession, he also knew Anakin to be, in his very core, a good and compassionate person. He would work through these feelings, in time, and mature with age. Obi-Wan was sure of it.

Obi-Wan waited in the hallway while his Padawan washed and dressed. Anakin emerged from his room feeling quite irritable, but he worked hard to arrange his features. He breathed in the Force, trying to remember that a Jedi must act selflessly. A Jedi must be slow to anger, must always try to feel connected to other life forms—even life forms that were older, and annoyingly polite, with their stupid freckles, life forms that talked to you as if you were the most beautiful person in the whole of the galaxy—

No. Anakin worked again to clear his mind of anger for Henry, worked to compose his face and stature into something resembling good natured. As he waited for the lift to descend, Anakin felt Obi-Wan's Force presence and was calmed by it. His Master never seemed to get too worked up, about anything, and though this often infuriated Anakin, right now it was helping him to quiet his troubled mind.

As Anakin followed Obi-Wan into a sunny room with a large table, he saw that you, Master Yuma, and Henry were already seated. The table had another vase, with the same flowers that had been in the guest rooms, and was covered with a variety of fruits, biscuits, and other breakfast fares. Master Yuma and Henry looked up as Anakin and Obi-Wan entered, both ushering greetings, but you refused to acknowledge their presence. Anakin watched your face, but you ate slowly, staring across at the wall in front of you. Anakin sat down at the table.

Anakin swallowed, trying to move his face correctly as he turned to Henry. "Good morning," Anakin told Henry, in a voice that didn't sound like his own. Henry nodded to him. Anakin turned to you. "Good morning, Y/N," he said, making sure to push outward with his own remorse, his compassion, his most admirable qualities.

You looked up at him, finally, your eyes wide and your eyebrows upturned, as if he had said something horribly shocking. You looked back down at your plate, your face red. Clearly, you were still angry.

"Are you all right, Y/N?" Henry asked you gently, and Anakin's emotions roiled inside of him. You ignored both of them, still staring at your plate.

"I don't want to know," Master Yuma said, putting her hands in the air in front of her, as if in surrender. "Y/N, we've been tasked with going over the manifest for the credit reserves this morning. Whenever you're ready, we should—"

"I'm ready," you responded quickly, looking as if you wanted nothing more than to escape that room. Anakin saw the sides of Master Yuma's mouth twitch.

"All right," Master Yuma said quietly, no hint of anything other than professionalism in her tone. "We'll all reconvene this afternoon." As Master Yuma pushed back from the table, you stood up, knocking some of your silverware to the ground, and fled the room quickly, not turning to look back.

Henry looked concerned, but Anakin avoided his eyes. Henry turned to Obi-Wan.

"Don't ask," Obi-Wan said, taking a dignified sip from his teacup.

"You know," Master Yuma told you as the two of you poured over the large books kept by the Muuns, standing in the small room behind the chamber in which the meeting had been held. "You're really growing up, Y/N. Though I can sense that you are troubled, you've handled your emotions quite well." She turned a page and ran her finger along it, looking for any inconsistencies within the Muuns' records. You shook your head.

"I've been working hard, to regulate myself," you admitted to her, running your hand along the opposite page of the large book, looking through the numbers presented in small, neat lines. "But it's so difficult, sometimes. Anakin—"

"Anakin is very powerful in the Force," Master Yuma said thoughtfully, keeping her eyes down, on her work. "It must be quite a challenge, to be so young, and to command so much power." These words surprised you—you hadn't expected Master Yuma to make excuses for Anakin's behavior.

"But he can be so irritating," you groaned, finally letting out some of your frustrations, finally allowing yourself to act in a way some would consider indecorous. "And sometimes, when his emotions get the best of him, he can even be...cruel." Your stomach turned as you remembered the way he had spoken about Henry. Master Yuma looked up, turning to you.

"I know that age grants one the ability to see things more clearly," Master Yuma said, "and I know that you and Anakin both are very young. Still," Master Yuma continued, her eyes becoming unfocused, as if she were trying to look ahead, past this room, past this moment. "Still, I sense that you know Anakin's heart is not cruel—that you know there is more to this story that has not yet revealed itself."

You watched Master Yuma, sucking your breath in. This honesty startled you. You didn't know what to say in response, didn't know how to make sense of these words. It wasn't as though you hadn't thought this, in the depths of your mind, before now—it was that hearing it spoken aloud, and from someone you regarded as wise and discerning, frightened you.

"We can only control our own actions, Y/N," Master Yuma continued. "I trust that you will—"

Master Yuma's words cut off sharply, as both of you turned, looking to the doorway in alarm.

"I sense it too," you said quickly, and before you knew it you were following your Master at a run, unholstering your lightsaber, through the maze of rooms that made up the Clan's headquarters, outside, onto the hangar, where you sensed a bubble of tension—of danger.

You exited to a distressing scene: the bright light of the day revealed Anakin and Henry, standing at the edge of the hangar, their lightsabers lit, blocking blasts sent from an enemy wearing pilot's clothing, a mask covering their face, their blaster firing shot after shot. The mystery attacker was skilled, you saw—the assailant dodged the blasts that Anakin and Henry sent back, deflected by their lightsabers, and rolled on the ground and fired more shots, getting closer and closer to the Padawans. You and Master Yuma ran forward, lightsabers lit, but you were still too far away. You felt the presences of Master Faer and Master Obi-Wan exiting the building behind you, having sensed the danger at the same time you had. This was supposed to be a diplomatic mission, you thought desperately. Who was this attacker, and, more importantly, why were they here? There wasn't time to think it through. You ran forward, desperate to join your fellow Padawans.

You watched with horror as a blast hit Henry in the arm, knocking his lightsaber out of his hand, leaving him defenseless. You felt like your legs were moving in slow motion, so intense was your desire to get to him, to protect him, when you saw the attacker fire the blaster again, directly toward Henry's heart.

"Henry!" you screamed, but as you felt your stomach drop, a terrible fear slashing through your middle, you saw the red light stream of the bullet stop, hovering in mid-air between the masked attacker and Henry's frozen form, his mouth open in surprise. You didn't understand, not until you looked to your left and saw Anakin, sweat dripping from his brow, his hand reaching outward, his fingers tensed. You wouldn't have believed it if it weren't happening before your eyes. You'd never seen someone stop an energy bolt from a blaster through the Force. You wouldn't have thought it possible—the reflexes necessary to stop something moving that fast would need to be quicker than lightspeed. The attacker stood, watching the beam of light hovering, astonished, and turned to look at Anakin. Anakin's stare turned cold, and you knew what would happen before you could stop it. Anakin used his Force grip on the energy bolt to change its direction, sending it back to the attacker, hitting the mysterious masked figure in the chest.

"Henry," you said, your heart beating quickly as you ran forward to look at your friend. "Are you all right?" Henry nodded, seeming shaken, but you could feel in his emotions that it had not been the attacker's actions that had caused that bewildered look on his face. It had been Anakin's response. It took Henry a moment to get ahold of himself.

"Thank you," he said, turning to face Anakin head on. "You saved my life." Anakin nodded at Henry, then turned to look back at the masked attacker. It was clear to everyone from the mysterious figure's still form, unmoving on the floor of the hangar, that whoever this person had been, they were no more.

"That was unwise, Anakin," Obi-Wan said quietly, walking forward to examine the body. "Now we will never know who this assailant is, or who sent them to attack us." Anakin flushed, and you felt his frustration through the Force.

"He would have killed Henry," Anakin argued, "had I not intervened."

"He, or she, or they might be dead," Master Yuma said, "but it's time for those among us who have not been truthful to give us answers." She turned to face the Muuns, who stood in a cluster near the doorway into the inner chamber, looking terrified.

"Who sent this assassin?" Master Faer asked them, for once abandoning his calm demeanor, looking angrier than you had ever seen him. You felt that Master Faer cared deeply for his Padawan.

"We do not know!" one of the Muuns entuned, wringing his hands, acting upset. "We cannot know."

"Then what is it that you have been hiding from us, friends?" Master Obi-Wan said. His tone was calm, but the strength of the Force command in his question rang around all of you. The Muuns felt it, whether or not they knew consciously. They all looked at each other, looking scared.

"We have been plagued," one Muun said in a small voice, standing behind the others, "by a demon. A hooded man, in the shadows. A demon who has threatened us, our species."

"Tell us everything," Master Yuma said, her voice intensifying.

"We will," the Muun agreed.

"But we can't go," you said, distressed, looking back to Henry and Master Faer as you, Master Yuma, Master Obi-Wan, and Anakin prepared to board your ship. "Not now that we know there has been an attempt to remove the Jedi presence on Muunilinst. We need to stay to help Master Faer, and—"

"It is likely our presence here brought forth this attack," Master Obi-Wan explained, looking to you with empathy. "Staying will only garner more resistance to a Republic presence in the Banking Clan."

"But—"

"Master Faer and I can take care of ourselves," Henry told you, walking forward and taking your hand. "You don't need to worry, Y/N." You looked up into his eyes and felt that he meant this—that though he didn’t want you to leave, he felt it was for the best. Duty came first for a Jedi. You hugged him, burying your face into his chest, the way you used to do when you first arrived to the Jedi Temple as a young child, when Henry was one of the only other younglings who was nice to you.

"We'll see each other again soon," Henry said kindly, pulling away from you and gesturing for you to enter up the ship ramp with your companions. You turned away reluctantly, and once you were aboard, you turned back to watch the ramp close, Henry waving goodbye from behind it before it shut fully.

"Better settle in," Master Yuma told you, putting a reassuring hand on your arm. "Get some rest, Y/N." You still felt wrong about leaving, still saw Henry's face as the ramp closed in your mind, but you knew Henry was talented, and that Master Faer would do anything to protect him. There was no use in worrying more, right now. You sighed, and plopped yourself down onto the flight couch in the main hull. Master Yuma went to check on Master Obi-Wan in the cockpit. You'd almost forgotten the other presence next to you, so lost you were in your thoughts of all that had just occurred. You tried hard to cast out your fear, because you knew where the fear of loss led. As you worked through the Force to regulate yourself, your eyes closed, you noticed a pause hanging in the air, as if someone had spoken half of a sentence and was waiting to speak the other half, or the last few notes of the melody had yet to be played. You opened your eyes.

"I'm sorry!" Anakin burst out, standing across the hull in front of you, looking uncomfortable in his posture. You raised your eyebrows. Watching Henry almost be killed by a blaster had driven your argument with Anakin from your mind, but you could see now that Anakin had been waiting for the appropriate moment to say this. It was surprising, to you—you'd never heard Anakin apologize.

"For what?" you asked cautiously, taking in Anakin's bowed figure, feeling his complicated emotions swirling around the both of you.

"I'm sorry for—for what I said. About Henry," Anakin continued, his voice clipped. This seemed to be new territory for him, as if he were pushing hard within himself to try to force the words out. "He's not weak. He's a good Jedi." You watched Anakin, his eyes looking to you, asking for your forgiveness, and you felt a shift in the Force. Between the two of you there had rarely been any vulnerability, any weakness—you had always kept a strict guard up around Anakin, and he had always met that guard with confidence, with boldness, with his daring audacity, his stubbornness. The boy in front of you now was allowing that boldness to wash away, leaving behind a presence you associated with the boy you had found, all those years ago, sitting on the bench in the Jedi temple. Underneath Anakin's self-confident swagger you had always intuited this sensitivity, this soft current, but now that it was on full display in front of you, at your mercy, you were overwhelmed. You felt yourself blushing, unsure what to say.

"Thank you," you whispered, and Anakin felt your acceptance of his apology in your words. His posture relaxed. He walked over, tentatively, sitting next to you on the flight couch, still keeping his distance.

"Do you believe it? What they said?" Anakin asked, his energy buzzing, his body still working to keep in his emotions—fear, relief, amongst other things you refused to name. "About the hooded demon, that is."

"Yes," you admitted, still looking down. "Though that descriptor doesn't seem right, as it's through the Muuns' limited lens. Whatever that presence actually is..." You paused, turning to look at Anakin, feeling his presence in the Force swell when you made eye contact. "I have a feeling things are changing, Ani." He nodded, his eyes wide, taking you in.

"There's nothing in this universe that the Jedi can't handle," Anakin told you. You knew he had been trying to say this with comfort, but the phrasing unnerved you. You couldn't sense why. "Whatever changes, we'll handle it together."

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Chapter 5 is out now!! Head on over :)

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freesia-writes · 8 months

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Chapter 31: Conspiracy

During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

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LISTEN. I am chopping and rearranging the canon timeline like nobody’s business, but I swear it all works out. ;) If you’d like more of an explanation than what I tried to convey in the story, check the notes at the end of the chapter. It’ll be well worth it, trust me. ;) Also… I know there are tons of “wait, but what about–” kinds of points to be made with where the story goes, and I was going crazy trying to account for them all, but… just… ssshhh. Just enjoy. LOL!

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Tech and Vel wove their way through 79s, getting jostled in every direction. As soon as they found an upstairs corner with a smidge of space around a single stool, she whipped off her shoes as quickly as possible. Tech's mouth opened immediately, but she was one step ahead of him. "Don't worry, I'll put them back on for the contest." They shared a smile, and he offered her the stool, but she preferred to stand beside him, gazing over the railing at the boisterous crowd below.

Vel shifted awkwardly on her feet, pulling her skirt up, her shirt down, and her neckline closer together. She tried to fold her arms across her chest, but it looked odd with them up so high. Opting to lean both elbows on the railing, she tucked both fists under her chin, allowing her forearms to cover her up somewhat. But that felt weird too. She should have told Tech to find out when the contest judging would begin, instead of potentially having to be here all night.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Tech asked, leaning close to her ear and speaking loudly to be able to be heard over the music and crowd.

"This isn't really my style," came the honest answer. "I mean... look at these..." Vel stood up again, gesturing to her ample bosom that flowed across the top of the shirt like that of a German beer maiden. Tech's eyes dropped briefly, returning to her face with supersonic speed, and a flush crept across his cheeks, barely discernible in the dark and neon lighting of the club. His mouth felt dry, and he cleared his throat before swallowing a few times. "Sorry, I don't mean to shove em in your face," she laughed, now blushing along with him. "It's like they have a mind of their own in this outfit."

Tech smirked, returning his eyes to the crowd below as he shuffled his arms out of his jacket sleeves, sliding it off his shoulders and holding it up to her with a hand on each side. "Would you like to wear this?"

Vel's heart warmed at his chivalry, and she sheepishly took the jacket, slipping it over her own shoulders and clutching it together in front with one hand.

"Thank you," she said, eyes large with emotion. She was finding it increasingly hard to think about anything other than him when they were apart, and when they were together, it took all her resolve to keep her hands (and mouth) off of him. He, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed. Like an on and off switch, he would be completely normal and functional in everyday life, then become someone entirely different during a moment of passion. It was intoxicatingly addictive, and as the warmth and scent of him wrapped around her, she felt almost dizzy. "Maybe this outfit was a mistake," she admitted. "But you look amazing."

"I apologize for neglecting to mention it earlier..." Tech began, turning to face her and sliding a finger along his collar as if it were too tight. "But... I did not anticipate that your attire would be so... form-fitting..." He swallowed again, eyes dropping to the floor.

"Is it bad?" Vel asked, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable. When had his opinion come to matter so much to her? Bah, that was a silly question. She cared what he thought from the beginning, it was just easier to pretend that she didn't. Her mind began to race with a million possibilities of why he wouldn't look at her too long, none of which were positive.

"Terrible," he answered, sending her eyebrows shooting straight up. He bit his lip for a moment, formulating his words, then lifted his gaze back to her face, which surprised him with how angry it looked.

"This whole thing was your idea!" she yelled, disproportionately hurt by his disapproval. "I wouldn't be caught dead in this if not for you..." Her words drifted off as he stepped in close, one hand on her waist outside his jacket, the other gently tugging her toward him by the lapel.

"You misunderstand," he said, dipping his head to bring his husky voice nearer to her ear. "I do not comprehend how anyone in your immediate vicinity is expected to function with such an exquisite sight in their field of vision." He pulled back a little to meet her gaze, his face tantalizingly close. "I also cannot fathom how a single person is able to be so irresistibly attractive in such a variety of ensembles. You..." he swallowed again, eyes wandering across her features, "You are as captivating in a tunic as you are in an evening gown. As beautiful in your mechanic attire as you are now. Your allure comes not from what you wear, but from who you are. It is you that I find completely irresistible. Every time I see you with a different appearance, that realization grows."

If his proximity hadn't taken her words from her, his speech certainly did. A flush of tingly heat swept across her, reminding her of the waterfall, where he'd made it seem so easy to declare that she was sufficient, that she was worthy, that she was... desirable. His admiration was a soothing salve to a heart that had been battered with rejection and disappointment in a variety of ways throughout life, and she felt as though she were simultaneously melting and blooming.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked breathlessly, completely at a loss for anything else.

"I do not believe it is a requirement for you to ask–" Tech began, cut off by the immediate press of her lips to his. She cupped his face, a single tear weaving its way down her cheek as she nuzzled closer, breaking the kiss for a slight shift of the face before bringing her mouth back to his. They stayed there for a long moment, hearts weaving together in a new way, and when she pulled away, looking to the ceiling and carefully wiping her face without touching the makeup, he didn't release his grasp on her waist and jacket.

"I don't know how you see me the way you do," she said, speaking softly enough that he had to lean close to hear her over the noise.

"And I fail to comprehend your inability to perceive yourself," he returned, and her cheeks curved against his.

"You can't just say what I say with fancier words to make it sound like an original thought," she challenged, a playful gleam in her eyes. He pulled back to look at her, the corner of his mouth lifted in a small smile.

Alriiiiiight! Clones and creatures of all shapes and sizes! It's time for the costume contest!! A loud voice boomed over the music and chatter, both of which quieted down a bit in response. Participants, please come to the bar to receive your instructions!

Vel tried to hold back her grimace as she regretfully slid Tech's jacket off her shoulders, admiring his dapper appearance and slightly askew angle of his hat from her face bumping into it. He pulled the jacket back on, straightening everything from top to bottom, and looked at her with an uncharacteristic shrug. Perhaps now he was feeling sheepish for this grand idea of his. But Vel was grateful for the excuse to see him this way – the suit was somehow a perfect match for him, as if he'd been made for another time and another world. It made her yearn for a simple life somewhere... Together. But now was not the time for such thoughts.

Sign-ups were surprisingly brief, as were the instructions. Each participant or group was to write the name of their costume on a card for the announcer, who would call them forward to walk back and forth across the middle of the bar. Vel hadn't thought about that, and the concept of being under the scrutiny of so many eyes made her stomach churn. Her anxiety must have been palpable, because Tech took note, giving her a concerned look to which she shook her head in response. Instead taking her hand in his, he stood tall beside her, unwilling to reveal the magnitude of his own unease and regret.

Names were called and costumes of all varieties were paraded back and forth, much to the delight of the audience who clapped, cheered, and provided colorful commentary on each ensemble. Soon, the two of them were next in line, and the announcer gave them a nod as he picked up their card. Wrapping her arm around his, Tech took a few shaky steps, then a few more confident ones as they followed the designated loop. The announcer's voice rang out loud and clear.

Next up, put your hands together forrrrrr... Historical Artifact and.. Busty Lady? A sharp exhale was quickly muffled as he covered the microphone, turning to a fellow employee at his side and conversing rapidly. Vel's mouth dropped, her eyes flying to Tech's in surprise. His brows were low, mouth twisted in confusion. That was definitely not what he had written. He felt the indignation rising and opened his mouth to explain, but promptly snapped it shut as he realized that the hand Vel had clapped over her mouth was covering laughter, not mortification. The crowd hooted and hollered, banging mugs on tables and calling out all kinds of ridiculousness. They finished their promenade with a rushed scramble back to the start, and Vel continued on into the hallway for the refreshers, stopping only when she'd found a quiet corner.

"Vel, I most certainly did not provide those names to them..." Tech began, but she waved a hand dismissively as she tried to contain her giggling.

"I know," she managed to get out between chuckles, "I just... What the kriff are we doing?" She shook her head, still laughing, and looked herself up and down. "We could have offered some ship repair or maintenance if we needed money. This is ridiculous."

His own face softened in the fullness of her mirth, and Tech shrugged, brows furrowing again as he considered her words literally. "You are correct; I realized earlier that my assertion that this would be an effortless way to procure additional credits was, in fact, not entirely true." He paused for a moment before continuing, "I apologize. However, I believe this is one of those memories that people often recall with fondness."

"Down the road," Vel added, cupping his face with a sudden wave of affection. "Now I'm going to hit the refresher and then take that jacket back while we hide in a corner until they announce the winners, deal?"

Tech nodded his agreement, taking the opportunity to use the refresher himself. It was shockingly empty, and he had a sudden idea. Taking the furthest stall at the end, he locked the door and pulled out his datapad, wondering if the obnoxious bulge in his pocket had been too noticeable. Shrugging the thought off, he began searching...

The door opened again, admitting a single person from the sound of the footsteps, and as the music slowly faded with the door whooshing shut, the echoing sound of urination soon followed. The person flushed, spent an inordinately long time washing his hands, and then slowly dried them off. Tech expected to hear the boots head for the door again, but they didn't. Distracted by the sudden silence, he tilted his head to peer through the space between the door. It was a clone trooper, wearing the standard white armor with some faded blue accents on it. His low voice reached Tech's ears as he looked at himself in the mirror.

"Come on, show me that winning smile. Theeeere it is. You've still got it..."

The datapad nearly slipped from Tech's fingers as he stared, brow furrowed and nose wrinkled, at the oddity playing out before him. He thought it might be wise to take his leave and let the trooper have his... affirmation time... But the door slid open again. After what felt like too long of a pause, another clone's voice filled the room.

"So. I guess the 501st is back on Coruscant."

"Oh yeah," the clone at the sink said, turning to cast a glance at the newcomer. Tech caught a glimpse of the bright red medic symbol on his shoulder. "We just got back from Ringo Vinda. The strangest thing happened out there."

"Yeah, I know..." Footsteps echoed as the other trooper approached, stopping just out of sight from Tech's snooping crack. Mirror clone gasped all of a sudden, and Tech nearly banged his head into the wall to try to see why.

"Fives?!" he exclaimed, stepping back in shock. "Whoa! What's goin on? They said you tried to assassinate the Chancellor! A-and that you're infected with that virus that killed Tup!"

The conversation grew stranger and stranger, warning of grave danger for everyone, including the Jedi, with a conspiracy plot that involved people "all the way to the top". Tech's interest was thoroughly piqued, and he began furiously tapping on his datapad. When the paranoid clone identified mirror clone as "Kix", it caught his attention again – their recent mission on Anaxes had been with a clone named Kix, also in the 501st, but his hair had been longer, in the standard military cut. This one had some sort of fancy pattern shaved into his nearly-bald head. Shrugging it off as another strange concept of "fashion", Tech continued to listen closely. When the doors whooshed open and shut, he could still hear the medic, leaning on the sink and letting out a long breath. When the stall door opened behind him, Kix let fly a string of expletives that would have made Jesse proud as he whirled around to face the movement.

"What the kriff? What are you– oh karking hell... You're that clone from Anaxes aren't you?"

"Tech, yes," he responded matter-of-factly. "And I apologize for startling you. I was searching for something when I overheard your conversation." He waved the datapad as though it would make his story less weird. It didn't. "However, I also keep a constant scan on the local comm channels used by the authorities, and I must inform you that the Coruscant Guard is being dispatched to find your friend. They may already be here."

"Great," Kix answered, mind reeling. "I've got to get his message to Rex, then."

"Yes, that is urgent. If you give me the coordinates of where he is planning to meet them, I can provide an additional lookout– oh. One moment." Tech disappeared into his datapad again, mouth turning into a frown. "It would appear that a probe droid has identified Clone Trooper Fives and is following in stealth mode. I do not believe he will be able to communicate his information without an undesired audience intent on arresting him."

"Kriff, kriff, kriff..." Kix muttered under his breath, rubbing his forehead with a hand. He'd thought he was finally having an easygoing night blowing off some steam with a friend and chatting up an attractive Twi'lek. So much for shore leave.

"Give me the coordinates of their meeting place, and I shall depart immediately to warn him. Once we find a secure location, I shall transfer the new coordinates to you to pass on to Captain Rex. I would do it myself but he may not recognize nor trust a coded transmission from an unidentified source, which is paramount to avoid discovery."

"Alright, fine." Kix answered, still shaking his head. "What has that idiot got himself mixed up in this time..."

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Whaaaat!! ;) Okay, so here's how I pictured it... The Batch goes to Anaxes and infiltrates the communication center with Rex/Kix/Jesse. They rescue Echo. Then they come back to Kamino. Echo recovers. Tech and Vel happen to be at 97s when Fives is there to tell Kix to set up a meeting with him and Rex/Anakin (because in this timeline, it didn't happen yet, but occurred just now for the sake of the story). ;)

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jewishcissiekj · 5 months

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Ok so obviously I think about Asajj a lot but I usually don't fully explain or visualize it. So no time like the present to start doing that

Here are things about Asajj, starting with my personal design and concept of her and why it's like that (most of these are sketches to put my thoughts somewhere so don't expect anything refined or clean):

First off, that girl is a cryptid. Weirdo. I love giving her all-black eyes/white pupils because it fits her, and eyebrows whatsoever (unless I'm in the mood for that). This is mainly sticking to the earlier Dermoty Power designs for Episode II and the way he draws her later on. The pointy ears are because she's a cat to me and she had those in Hyperspace Stories #5. Also!!!! I hate the Clone Wars retconning her to be Dathomorian and a NIghtsister and that whole backstory with my entire heart. Story-wise I prefer sticking to the Legends stories in the early 00s' comics (specifically Star Wars: Republic #60). So Rattatak (her Legends home planet) and her original origin story are very near and dear to my heart. This is important. (btw I'm mostly not OCfying her I'm just mixing up some of her versions. mostly.)

Next up: tattoos and marks! made up too much lore for that but here's a bit: I mixed and matched her Legends and canon designs, and changed their meanings because they have fuckass actual meanings. the two things that kinda look like her eyebrows are from TCW and I took them and made them into her family tattoos. In MY mind, those are passed through generations in Rattataki families (by the mother) and those two are the Ventress tatts from the Ventress family. Other than that we have (in the left pic) the 12 (did not draw 12 but there are 12, 6 on each side) tattoos from her Legends design. Their actual explanation is that she got one for each of Ky's killers she murdered. But that's weird so instead for my ver they're mourning tattoos that she got after Ky's death. The things under her eyes are a whole ass mess but they're called decay marks and they're loosely based on concept art and they're basically darker the older/darker sider she gets.

(she has another arm I'm just bad at drawing it) Wanted to draw my interpretation of this outfit with my face design for her but I was not working with the cover as a reference so there's a lot missing. For this one I think it's just the outfit she wears in her later Padawan years on Rattatak, or in my AUs as a padawan in general.

they are a mess but some of my layouts and doodles for her outfits: 1) her on-panel Padawan outfit which is basically just a tank top and cargo pants. wanted to draw it so here we are

2) her ugly ass outfit as a daughter of warlords! girl I know you're like a child but what are you wearing

3) Personal Jedi Robes design but it's just the previous Padawan design with sleeves and more little changes

(can you tell I enjoy drawing her face like that) these are more AU-oriented 4) Inquisitor Asajj design because I thought it'd be cool idk what she'd doing with the Empire tho 5)Temple guard design but I hate their outfits so it doesn't look good 6) just put her TCW Jedi General robes things. go off girl (I have 3 AUs in my head that fit that premise let's move on)

Put them together just because. The drawings have nothing to do with each other 7) This one's story is so complex. But it's basically just a design for Jedi Asajj post-Order 66. Might develop work on it more but I love the way it looks

And the other one: If you followed any of my disarrayed Asajj thoughts lately you might have seen my concept of Mon Mothma/Asajj as a ship. They won't leave my mind so I'm trying to figure out how to draw Mon and that one's something of a design for a younger Senator Mon, for their first meeting or smth idk

OK! just put together some thoughts now that I have visual aid for them. great thanks for coming to my TED talk I will continue talking about Asajj but now I can show you shit instead of just writing words woooohhhh

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sabfetamina · 8 months

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Hey, I see that the discussions around Sabezra are quite tense, so I decided to add my three cents as a person who started to ship them only while watching ahsoka show.

I must admit that even though I watched the rebels a few times, they never seemed to me to be such a good ship . Their dynamics did not seem interesting enough to me, just a one-sided crush and that's it. However, after watching ahsoka I start to have doubts about that. With all the references to Anidala and sabine's behavior I'm really starting to question it .

Starting with episode 1, just because Ezra said that Sabine is like a sister to him doesn't mean the ship is over. Honestly, this is quite common in the friends to lovers trope. One of the characters, in fear of rejection, says that the other person is like a brother/sister or simply a friend, to avoid conflict.

The thing that is often used as a counter-argument to this ship is the fact that Ezra's crush disappeared after Season 2, and I have to disagree. Sabezra has had its moments throughout the Rebels in each season. Their relationship for most of the series is coded romantically or at least it looks that way because no one can tell me that the jetpack scene was platonic. Another such striking scene is the one in which ezra saves sabine's father, I won't quote the dialogue because I don't want to look for it, but it is telling (believe me)

Back to the ahsoka show, there are many things that make me start to question sabine's behavior. First of all I would like to mention that I don't think that romantic love is stronger than platonic love etc. or that the behavior shown by Sabine could never be shown to a member of the family (for example, for the siblings).

So why do I think that the whole thing seems at least strange? It has to do with their early relationship and the dynamic in the rebels ,which has been hinted at as romantic throughout the series. To demonstrate this difference with an example of a different relationship : if someone told me that Sean from lis 2 would do all of the things sabine did for ezra , he would do for his younger brother I would take their word for it and wouldn’t question it, because yes the siblings love is just as strong.

The problem lies in how differently the two relationships are presented. Sean and Daniel's relationship from the beginning is clearly shown as a family relationship of two brothers who can rely on each other, Sabine and Ezra's relationship has an already earlier established romantic overtone and because of this ,all of the stuff that sabine did also seem romantic.

Another twist I noticed while watching are the similarities to Anidala.

A person will put the fate of the galaxy on the line for a person who continues to live in fear of being separated from them?

Check

nightmares about the person they want to save?

check

Becoming "blinded" by thinking only of the welfare of that person?

check

I think you can see what I mean. I have no idea if these references are intentional or not but they are quite striking. In addition, it is worth noting that the series is about ahsoka, who was anakin's padawan and now has become Sabine's master, which makes me wonder if maybe this is done on purpose. I like to think that ahsoka has a chance to save her apprentice from a fate similar to her master.

(Haha and a little thing I noticed in this context is that at this point Ezra is the same age as padme , they are both about 27. Looking at the fact that Ezra is supposed to be a reflection of padme I find this interesting).

Okay, I'm ending my rant now, and I'm glad I was finally able to get this off my chest. To be honest, I doubt anything significant will happen in episode 8, but that doesn't mean the ship is doomed. Frankly speaking, I think it's just getting started.

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2for1bagels · 7 months

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Wrenwolf Rainbow Week - Yellow 🟡

Sabine Wren x Shin Hati

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Sabine's foot tapped impatiently on the cold ground from her spot next to the T-6 which had bought her and the others to Illum. Eyes going between the datapad in her hands and the hull of the ship, she barely took note of her Master watching her from the bottom of the ramp.

"It would be warmer if you waited inside, you know?"

Ashoka pulls her robes around herself a little tighter, watching as the Mandalorian doesn't move from her place, continuing to scan the metal above her.

"Thibgs to do out here... Readings inside weren't making me feel very safe, so... Thought I'd... Check..." Sabine mutters in response, her words rolling away quietly as she keeps her attention purposefully away.

Shaking her head a little, Ashoka walks toward her padawan, head facing the ground as she speaks once more.

"She left the cave fine, you know. And she'll be done soon."

Sabine sighs and finally looks towards the older woman.

"I know, I just... She barely said anything when she came out of that place earlier. And it doesn't take this long to build a lightsabrer. I'm..."

She pauses for a moment.

"...I'm worried she found an answer in there. Like, with her crystal. She was nervous enough deciding to come here and replace what she had, and I know she's not been totally sure of herself recently-"

"Once you're in that cave," Ashoka interrupts, "there isn't any sureness. It can be a dangerous place. But you know she made it out, and that the force guided her. Trust in it like she has."

Sabine nodded, though her nerves kept her foot tapping, albeit slower now.

"You're right. I just... Have a bad feeling about all this."

"Don't."

The two women turn to the new voice, a slight smile sitting peacefully on Shin's face as she stands where Ashoka had before. In her hand, about the same length of her previous weapon, she holds her newly constructed lightsabrer. A strip of leather is wrapped around a black metallic handle matching a similarly coloured beskar crossguard.

All nerves leaving Sabine's body at the sight of her, and the smile spreading to her own face, she watches as Shin takes the hilt in both hands, taking a breath before raising it before herself and the others. In a flash of light and a sound of ignition, yellow flies from the handle into a tall blade, the gentle yet triumphant hum carried across the otherwise silent landscape of ice and snow.

Not even Sabine's breath, hitched in her throat at the sight of the sunlight bouncing from the planet's surfaces to engulf Shin in an aurau of light, the blade between them lifted high like the tail of a ship sailing across the stars. She steps towards her, passing a proud looking Ashoka.

"It's... Are you happy?"

Shin nods, moving her gaze of admiration to Sabine.

"I'm happy."

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skoulsons · 8 months

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im choosing ignorance for right now but will cover it at the end of this (this being a whole essay 💀)

So, it looks like Baylan has a green kyber crystal in his belt. This post and others have pointed it out

Obviously, this begs the question of whom did it belong to? Immediately the thought would be Baylan’s. He was a padawan of the Jedi Order, trained into knighthood, and eventually a general during the Clone Wars. He created his own lightsaber hilt and (maybe, idrk exactly how it works forgive me) chose his own crystal. And, even if he didn’t, it was still a part of who he was for that portion of his early life.

We learned last episode he misses the idea of the Order. With Baylan, there’s a heavy amount of sentimentality associated with the Jedi, especially if we believe (which I do wholeheartedly) that he lost a padawan.

But that’s what begs the other question—is the crystal from his padawan? Did he take it from his padawans lightsaber and keep it for himself to carry on the memory of that kid (who i like to think was a female but that’s the girldad lover in me speaking)? Was it motivated by grief? Has he allowed himself to grieve at all, and if not, was taking the crystal his way of avoiding that emotion?

Or was it motivated by grief? There is no emotion, only peace. Is that when he ditched the code? How could he have any sort of peace after losing his padawan? Or, did he find that peace in keeping the crystal?

But then there’s my other question—what’s the significance of it? Dave Filoni, from what I’ve seen, is intentional. I don’t think adding what looks like a green kyber crystal in Baylan’s belt is just some sort of happenstance that didn’t have any thought behind it.

And, with Baylan’s character, it’s way too significant. When it comes to how he feels about the Jedi, how he seems to actually feel a little bad about having to kill Ahsoka in episode 2. His relationship with Shin. The padawan braid. It all screams significance to me.

So, when it comes to significance, what role is it going to play by the end of the show? I really cannot see it being included and making Baylan’s character so nuanced and intriguing and then not doing anything with it.

Mundi and I were talking about this earlier today. I mentioned these main two points, but also this-

And then Mundi had to drive the stake further through my heart and twist it around by basically saying what if Baylan’s dying act was giving Shin his crystal (still thinking about this mundi THANKS)

I said a stretch at first, but it doesn’t seem too far-fetched anymore (except for her becoming fully good). Now, I don’t want Baylan to die. He’s the last character I want to die and I love him, BUT…

How he dies? I have no idea. Thrawn, Morgan, Enoch? Ahsoka, Sabine, Ezra? Betrayed by Shin? (very doubtful i feel) I think there’s a lot of options of how it could happen, if the cards are played right.

So if we think that’s the case, Shin is around when he dies or mortally wounded. Maybe she sees it happen to him like how he saw it happen to his last padawan. Shin is distraught, the most emotion we see from her because, well, it’s Baylan who’s trained her and borderline raised her, and they have a moment together before he passes. Baylan makes her take the crystal (which would hit a lot harder if it is his original one and did not belong to his padawan) and they have some sappy goodbye that’ll have me crying for six weeks.

We’ve also all talked about how Shin and subtext from some of her lines that indicates some sort of… longing or curiosity regarding the Jedi. If, within the last two episodes, those are confirmed or it’s revealed that Baylan could sense that feeling in Shin, i think (assuming he does die in this way) giving her his crystal makes sense.

Maybe she keeps it as sentimental in her own belt as I don’t see her turning fully to the Light in the show. But, if there’s another season, who knows.

Going back four paragraphs, I believe if it were Thrawn or Morgan who killed him or orchestrated his death, Shin would not follow them back. She’d go with Ahsoka and the Gang TM home in the purrgil mouths. She clearly hates Peridea and, if Ahsoka and the crew are there to witness Baylan’s death (for whatever reason), they could have sympathy on Shin maybe and help her home.

OK. I hope that covered those thoughts in a somewhat coherent fashion. Here’s where that chosen ignorance comes in.

Shin’s braid. An anon actually sent a link to a tweet with both this AND the Baylan one in one post, so thank you nonnie for that!

Anyway. Shin’s braid. Three (four?) green kyber crystals.

Why.

Did they, for some reason, come from Baylan? Did he just have a cluster of them and he gave her a few to include in her braid?

If the braid was her idea, did she want them included in it? Did they still come from Baylan if that’s true? Did she want to feel that connected to the Jedi from the start of her apprenticeship with Baylan to include them in her braid?

If the braid was Baylan’s idea, did he include them? Weave them through the strands? Did he talk to her about including them? Including crystals in a padawan braid wasnt traditional, to my knowledge (not that they are traditional jedi). Was it some sort of selfish choice? Was the ghost of his padawan still lingering in the middle of these two that he felt he had to?

WHAT DOES IT MEAN. WHY ARE THEY THERE. WHAT IS THE SIGNIFICANCE.

I NEED THEIR WHOLE STORY RIGHT NOW

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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 !

#jedi eremika #jedi em au #i can't remember which tag i chose now lol #and they are both here #lys's drabbles

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