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Clan of Three - Chapter 18

Chapter Eighteen: The Foundling

Plot: A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers and a heavy role to bear. Now reunited their journeys across the galaxy are just beginning to complete their final mission.

Word Count: 5.7K

Pairing: Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Warnings: fighting/violence, injuries, some wholesome moments, father-daughter moments, Din being a protective father

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Another day with the covert another day alone. Din seemed to notice your aversion to the Mandalorians when he tried getting you involved in training and no one wished to challenge you. They knew better following your fight with Durk, he was still healing from his permanent injury and you grew used to the looks and glares he would send your way in passing. So with nothing else to do, you did what you did best and work away at your ship. You had stripped your cloak to not overheat as you lay underneath the ship working at the hyperdrive. Your shoulder healed fine just a bit of soreness and the burn across your neck wrapped in bandages.

“R4 aimed the light a little to the left,” You ask the droid as it shifts slightly, “Stop! Right there.” You say before holding your hand out, “Can you pass me the fusion cutters.” A hand holds out the tool as you grab it absentmindedly not even realizing it.

“Thank you,” “You’re welcome.” A voice responds back as you jolt in surprise your head slamming into the metal with a groan.

“Are you alright?” They ask as you pull yourself from the under the ship holding your forehead, “Dank farrik.” You curse looking up and are greeted by the copper and white Mandalorian from a few nights before. You had seen him in glimpses at the group meals during training with the others which you avoided. But he hadn’t come up to you at all since and you truly thought you came up with the conversation in your state of loneliness.

“It’s you.” You comment rubbing your temple as he holds a hand out which you reluctantly take as he pulls you to your feet with surprising strength and ease. He looks past you at your ship and you can sense the awe in his voice,

“I’ve never seen an X-Wing before, especially a T-65B model. I thought those were only used for the New Republic,” He comments and you look at him in surprise he knew the model and make of the ship.

“Well, not really these are more antiques as they are being replaced by the T-70” “T-70” You both finish your sentence as you look at him in silence not expecting him to know this much about ships, New Republic ones at that. A beep stops you from speaking as R4 comes between the two of you as he beeps giving a shake as he introduces himself.

“Okay, maker…this is-” You start reluctantly but the Mandalorian kneels down to R4’s level, “Nice to meet you R4, I’m Kaz Vyst.” The man-well Kaz introduces himself as R4 beeps happily and Kaz pats his head as you watch.

“You know binary..?” You ask and Kaz looks up at you with a slight tilt of his head, “Enough to get me by on Concordia when trading with some droids.” He explains as he rises to stand and you now notice the height difference between the two of you, he was probably taller than Din by a bit.

“Did your parents teach you?” You question instantly noticing the crestfallen feeling coming off him, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean-”

“You’re alright,” He reassures, “I knew them well enough before they passed. But yeah…they taught me a lot of things. Being a part of the covert and with others helped me…they became my family.” Kaz says and you nod understanding what he meant you had thought you had nothing until you met Din and Grogu creating this small family of the three of you.

“I understand what it’s like losing someone dear to you.” You say and he nods in respect before a call is given out and you realize it’s mid-day meaning lunch. You sigh already readying yourself for the looks and whispers. You might as well skip. You are sure you have some rations in your X-Wing. You’ll just hand back and relax with R4.

“Are you coming to lunch?” Kaz says looking back seeing you haven’t moved, “I’m just going to stay back. I’m sure I have some rations here.” You point behind you and he steps closer to you holding his hand out and you stare at it.

“I’ll have lunch with you.” He says and you look at his hand and then back at him. Dank Farrik he better not screw you over. You ignore his hand but walk past him grabbing your cloak from the ground and he quickly joins your side.

“This doesn’t make us friends.” “That’s fine.” You weren’t allowing this to go any further. Just ignore him until he leaves you alone but how wrong you were of the unlikely friendship made.

Proving yourself wrong you weren’t sure how he managed to weasel his way into your life. It was him following you around keeping a bit of a distance before he soon found himself side by side with you, he would sit beside you at the shore as you meditated while he sat silently, or when you were working on your ship he would help to pass a tool if needed or shining light if none of those things he would talk to R4 as you would work away but you were slowly started listening in. Soon one-sided conversations became you adding your few thoughts and before you knew it Kaz was a daily part of your life in the covert. Meals spent together finding solace eating on the ridge you first met as you both talked about anything, the galaxy, your travels, your lives.

Din knew something was up he spotted you working away at your ship and he usually gave that time for yourself. He knew the nerves of being around a bunch of people who weren’t really fond of you would make anyone stressed. Though you reassured him you were fine he knew you well enough already you were saying that for his sake following your confession at the ridge. He was going to go over and offer some one-on-one training to spend some quality time together when he saw you and heard your laughter. Assuming it was something that droid of yours did he hadn’t expected you to come from behind your ship with another person and a boy no better. You and the Mandalorian at your side didn’t seem to notice Din’s heated stare as he watches the two of you walk towards the covert R4 traveling on your other side leaving you in the middle. He couldn’t hear what you were saying but you were speaking quite animated using your hands a wide grin on your face as the Mandalorian nods. Din was certain he saw red when he sees this boy resting his hand on your shoulder.

He was about to go over at ripped the two of you apart. Who did this boy think he was touching his daughter like that? “Woah slow down there Din…keep glaring and you’ll burn a hole through the beskar.” Bo-Katan’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts of putting the fear of the Maker into this boy. “Looks like she’s got herself a friend.” Bo-Katan was happy for her grand-niece to have some form of friendship that didn’t come from any adults, green infants, or droids.

“He shouldn’t be touching her…who does he think he is?” Din growls and if looks could kill that boy would be six feet under or through Maker knows what kind of hell Din would put him through. Bo-Katan laughs seeing the protectiveness coming from the bounty hunter. Knowing that he was willing to put his skills as a feared bounty hunter to scare off some boy who was talking to his daughter.

“Calm down…I’m sure those two are only friends,” Bo-Katan reassures him as the adults watch the two speak to each other before R4 spins around adding his opinion producing laughter from the two of them and Din’s blood boils seeing the Mandalorian rests his hand on your arm to stabilize himself as he bends over in laughter. “And if not…be glad that he’s only touching her shoulder.” It wasn’t the best thing to say to a very protective father watching his surrogate daughter be friendly with a man who may have intentions. Din didn’t like it at all.

Kaz the sly bastard he was turned out to be good company and soon a close and pretty much your only friend. The covert while not the greatest with whispers behind your back and some glares the copper and white Mandalorian seemed to distract you from all of it. Sitting on the shore the water lapping by you as Grogu sat before you fiddling with some stones, Kaz sat beside you as you traced patterns in the sand watching the small child. Grogu reached out for the ‘rocks’ as they shuffled away from him as he babbled trying to reach for them but they continue shuffling.

“You’re saying he’s older than you and can use the force as well?” Kaz says looking at the small infant that looked younger than the foundlings of the covert but you explained that Grogu was fifty when you met.

“Yeah, he was a part of the Jedi Temple during the Clone Wars, this little guy’s been through a lot.” You say caressing Gorgu’s ears between your fingers producing a giggle as he finally grabs one of the rocks that hold a crab inside it. You hear footsteps as the sunlight is blocked and you look up spotting Din as he looks down at the three of you.

“Put down the rocks, kid. It’s time that you learn with the other foundlings.” Din says as Grogu drops the stone crab with a sad noise before he’s pulled into Din’s arms, “Come on cyar’ika,” Din holds out his hand for you and you accept it letting him pull you to your feet. Wiping some of the sand off your cloak as Kaz joins you in standing.

“Din this is Kaz Vyst, my friend. Kaz this is Din Djarin, my dad.” You introduce the two of them and while Din should be scaring this punk who was around you he was thrown aback by his title. ‘My dad’. He was silent for a second before registering a hand in front of his vision.

“It’s nice to meet you, sir. You have a lovely daughter,” Kaz says and you shove the boy slightly in the arm from his comment. Din stares at the hand like it’s a foreign object before he’s turning his arm around your shoulder pulling you with him as you glance back behind seeing Kaz as you give him a confused look. “Playtime’s over. I’m gonna need you two to focus.” He says ignoring the younger Mandalorian as you’re brought to a sparring between foundlings.

“Next challenger.” He places Grogu on the ground as the battle between the two foundlings continues before Ragnar, Paz Vizsla’s son wins.

“Winner!”

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bo-Katan comes up beside you as the three watch the small child look confused on the sand. “If he is ever to rise from foundling to apprentice, he must learn. Judge! He challenges.” Din calls out and the Judge looks at Grogu before shaking his head,

“He is too small.” “I am his ward. Proceed.” Din retorts as Grogu coos playing with the sand.

“What weapon?” The judge asks and Din gestures to Ragnar, “Let the challenged decide.”

“Darts.” He decides and the judge calls in the training darts while waiting the boy looks at Grogu before speaking up “Why doesn’t he wear a helmet?”

“He is too young to speak the Creed, and so, too young to wear a helmet.” Din explains and the foundling crosses his arms, “Then he’s too young to fight.”

“One does not speak unless one knows. Is that not the Creed?” Din questions knowing he was right the boy is slightly embarrassed as he retorts, “Well, I know.”

“Perhaps this lesson is for you, then,” Din responds as a Mandalorian return with the darts

“Fighters, arm yourselves.” The Judge says as the boy attaches his dart launcher to his wrist. Bo-Katan takes the launcher kneeling down to Grogu whispering to him as she latches the buckle around his wrist. The object looks too large on his small arms. “Hey, what was that whole thing with Kaz about?” You whisper to Din and you see him stiffen.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He responds before Bo-Katan returns the conversation dropped as you stare at the side of his helmet trying to read him but coming up with nothing.

“Each has three darts. You may fire the darts in any order. Each direct hit scores one point. A mark must be visible to score. One round. The highest score wins.” The judge says and Grogu looks back at the three of you with big eyes.

“Squeeze your fist to launch the darts,” Din says crouching down producing another confused noise from Gorgu, “You’ll be fine.”

“He doesn’t know how to fire darts?” Bo-Katan asks as he rises to return to her side as Grogu turns forward to the other foundling, “He’s got this. Trust me.” He says glancing over to talk to you but comes up with nothing. His fatherly sense goes off before quickly spotting you sitting on a crate to watch the fight and beside you that boy as the two of you talk to one another. He would have gone over and challenged the boy himself but the fight with his other child has already begun

“Ready. Begin!”

Ragnar sents a dart splashing green paint staining his small robe, “Point!” Grogu turns looking up at his father his clothes stained producing a sad expression on his face. “Don’t look at me. Look at him.” Din gestures to his opponent.

“Ready. Begin!” The boy once again first a dart producing a grunt from the child as another splatter of paint stains his coat, “Point!”

“Grogu, I’ve seen what you can do. It’s okay. Show them.” Din steps forward looking down at his son before Grogu turns around to face Ragnar. “Ready. Begin!” Ragnar fires a dart but Grogu flips over the boy’s head landing behind him and fires all three darts the blue paint splattered on the boy’s clothes.

“Whoa!” “Three points. Winner!”

You smile from your spot as the crowd applauds Din coming over to Grogu Bo-Katan beside him, “That kid can jump.” Kaz says in awe seeing what the Force can really do and influence.

“Come on,” You hop off the crate to go over and congratulate Grogu when a large screech fills the air and a large flying creature snatches up Ragnar pulling him into the sky. Din pulls out his blaster to take aim but Vizsla forces him to lower the weapon, “No blasters, it will kill the child. Follow it to its lair.”

“Go on I’ll catch up!” You yell to Kaz as he nods taking for the sky with his jetpack following the other Mandalorians, “R4!” You’re sprinting towards your ship spotting the droid who already knows you are going to ask already staring up the ship, you catch Bo-Katan entering hers as you pull yourself onto the wing sliding into the cockpit. You and Bo-Katan are departing quickly to follow after the creature in your ships.

The few Mandalorians chasing after the creature soon run out of fuel as they land watching the creature fly off, “I’m out of fuel. It always gets away.” Vizsla says as Din and the others watch the creature leave with the foundling. The air suddenly kicks up as an X-wing flies past them seeing them continue after the creature and the arrival of Bo-Katan’s ship that goes to pick up the Mandalorians.

Returned to the covert the Mandalorians exit Bo-Katan’s ship as your X-Wing lands you climb out followed by R4 who follows after you. The crowd gathers as you stand between Bo-Katan and Din, “I kept a high altitude and followed it to its lair. I know how to get there. We should gather up a hunting party and go after him.” You explain as R4 moves forward revealing a hologram showing the terrain of the creature’s nest. “R4 was able to scout where it lives and mapped the location. There.” You point at the highest peak of the mountain, “The nest.”

“It flew a long way,” Din explains and you nod, “The mountains are too high. If we use jetpacks, the beast will hear.” Vizsla states.

“It would kill the child.” The Armorer says the worse scenario possible, “These are no higher than the peaks of Beggar’s Canyon. I used to climb them as a child. I’ll fly to the foothills, and scale the rest of the way on foot.” You say. Most wreckages of ships and bikers were mainly in Beggar’s Canyon, especially during podracing season. You scaled those cliffs throughout your childhood getting scraps and parts to sell the Jawas.

“I’ll join you.” Din says looking at you, “Paz Vizsla, enjoin the Shriekhawk Training team to accompany you. I will pack extended lariats for your launchers. We must avoid explosives and blasters for the safety of the foundling.” The Armorer orders as the decision of this party made. Din comes over to you as you stand watching the Mandalorians come together for this hunting party.

“You okay?” He asks and you nod rubbing your sweaty palms on your pants trying to get rid of your nerves, “Just surprised they’re fine working alongside me given everything.” You state your concern as the party assembles their weapons and gear. His hand rest on your shoulder calming your nerves.

“Come we should get going.” He says and you nod as you watch the group begin to board Bo-Katan’s ship you notice Kaz coming over to you, “Looking real professional talking to everyone.” He says and you elbow his side hearing the modulated laughter coming from him.

“Pretty sure I blacked out over there, not sure if I made a fool of myself.” You admit and his arm wraps around your shoulder pulling you into his side. “You were horrible they’re actually planning to feed you to the creature.” You shove him off you as you climb into your X-Wing R4 following behind you as you lean over in your seat looking down at him.

“You’re really funny.” You roll your eyes and you notice the new gear on him, “You’re coming?” Kaz nods and he shows his pauldron with the Shriek-Hawk signet.

“Yeah works out I’ll make sure you won’t make a fool out of yourself.” He says and you power up the X-Wing droning out his teasing.

“Sorry can’t hear you!” You yell over the sound of the engine, “Better get on the ship before it leaves you.” You point to Bo-Katan’s ship and he rushes to the ship as you chuckle closing the canopy.

“Bo everyone ready?” You ask as you begin your takeoff, “Ready when you are.” Bo-Katan responds as the two ships take off the small infant watches from the shore as his family heads off. Following the coordinates R4 set before finding a canyon, “Let’s land here.” You say through your comms as you both land all of your departing from the ship.

“Stay here R4 and watch the ships. I’ll call you in case I need you.” You say handing a commlink to your droid as he beeps standing guard and you grin before taking the disc of the map created from his memory. Turning to the group as they depart from Bo-Katan’s ship, “We’ll continue on foot from here. Any closer, and it will hear the ships.” The sun is high in the sky as your trek begins by the time you reach the rock formation it’s sundown.

“The target is on the top of this peak. If we tuck in under this outcropping, we sleep out of the line of sight, and climb at first light.” You explain pointing to the large tower that is above you all that holds the nest.

“We will make camp,” Vizsla says as you all begin to make camp for the night. The fire from bits of branches and scraps burns in front of you all as you sit between Din and Bo-Katan as the others talk amongst themselves. You see one of the Mandalorians begin passing small trays of food to each one of you and you glance at everyone confused.

“How do you guys eat when other people are around?” You ask Din as you see others begin to stand, “You don’t. When you get your food, you go off to find a place where you can take off your helmet.” He explains as he receives his meal standing his hand smoothing your hair out before he leaves and you stand to join Din, you could sit back to back but Vizsla stops you.

“You are the leader of the war party. You have the honor of staying by the fire,” You can hear the disdain in his voice but tradition out rules how he feels about you, “This is the Way.” Soon you’re left all alone the only sound being the crackling of the fire as you look at your meal before slowly eating it.

“I hope you don’t mind if I join you, leader of the war party?” You hear Kaz’s voice and you turn to spot him standing right outside the light of the firepit. A small smile graces your face and you pat the spot beside you, “Your leader grants you permission.” You joke and his chuckle fills the air as he comes to your side both of you turning back to back already used to eating with the Mandalorian. You hear the hiss of his helmet coming off his head and the thunk of metal being placed on the ground. It’s quiet between you two but not an uncomfortable silence.

“Can I ask you something?” He asks and you hum placing the now empty container to your side as you lean against his back looking up at the stars that grace you. “Would you do anything for someone knowing it was against something you were raised to believe in…” You wanted to turn and look at him but refrain knowing he still had his helmet off. His voice was smooth and crisp without the modulator. His question left many things open for you to assume. You assumed the part of being raised by being his Creed.

“I mean it all depends on how you feel about the person. I mean…I turned away from the Jedi to stay with Din. I guess I’ve never had a code or creed to keep me from acting on instinct,” You say. There wasn’t anything in this galaxy that could stop you from being beside the silver Mandalorian. You were willing to tear the galaxy apart to remain with him. “There’s nothing in the galaxy that could keep me apart from my family….from my friends.” You say and your hand reaches behind you feeling it come into contact with his and he quickly wraps your hand with his own.

“Why do you ask? Got a crush you need help with?” You remark in a joking tone and his chuckle feels like a fresh breath of air as his thumb runs across the scarring of your knuckles tenderly. “Not sure what it is…just confused over love.” He says and you let out an airy laugh.

“Love? You must have it bad then…sadly I can’t be much help in that department.” You say and you hear him shift slightly and you can feel his gaze on the back of your head, “Why not?”

You shrug continuing your gaze on the sky, “I’m not sure I know what love is. I’ve been alone most of my life and the times I was with people they were either too old or too younger. I didn’t really interact with people my age until now I guess so I never had a crush or felt feelings for anyone.” You say as it grows silent, “I would like to know what it is though…to be in love. To have that one person that means everything to me.”

“Really,” He says and you nod though he couldn’t see you, “They would just have to be ready to deal with a very protective bounty hunter of a father and a small green infant that can move things with his mind.” You say laughter fills the air from the both of you before the silence settles over you two it was warm but not from the fire beside you two.

“Ni guuror gar mesh'la.” You hear him say squeezing your hand and you frown not understanding what he said except hearing the word ‘you’ in the sentence.

“What did you say?” You ask and you feel him pull away from you hearing his helmet get put back on you turn around to see the beskar helmet covering his face. The two of you watch each other and you couldn’t deny how much it annoyed you that you couldn’t read him. You sense no hidden emotions through the beskar helmet. Din and the others were very animated with their emotions but Kaz..it was like staring at a blank wall.

His hand rises pushing a stray piece of hair out of your face before he speaks up, “Don’t worry about it.” You didn’t get to push him more as the war party returns Kaz standing moving towards his team as Din and Bo-Katan rejoin your side. Bo-Katan gives the other Mandalorian a look over your shoulder both noticing you staring at the other boy. Din and Bo-Katan had only caught the last glimpse of him pulling away from you but it was enough to send the bounty hunter’s blood boiling. Din could read Bo-Katan’s expression through her helmet, ‘Relax’.

You sigh leaning against Din’s side and he doesn’t hesitate to wrap an arm around your shoulders tucking your closer to his side. “Everything alright cyar’ika?” He asks and you nod your mind still thinking about your conversation with the copper and white Mandalorian. You had a thousand questions, who did he like? Why was this person so important he was willing to break his Creed? Was he going to stop being your friend if he found a lover? Why did your chest burn and why did you feel like crying over it? It was stupid you felt childish worrying over small things as if he would leave and you lose your only friend. You nod looking away from the boy bringing your gaze to the fire.

“Yeah I’m fine…just some stuff on my mind.”

The next morning at first light you leave the outcropping standing beside the large rockface, “The raptor’s lair is atop the highest peak. Now, our hope is that the child is still alive so we have to make sure not to fire on the raptor.” You say pointing at the large climb you all would have to take,

“It will kill the foundling if attacked. It has happened before when it has taken others.” Paz Vizsla states and you nod,

“Our best bet is stealth. Your jetpacks will alert it to our presence,” You explain before heading towards the rockface, “Let’s move.” The sunrose as you climbed up the pillar of stone using grappling hooks. The height was a bit daunting the higher you went but you were able to climb Beggar’s Canyon as a child and that had been without a grappling hook at all for safety. Mid-day greets you as you reach the peak seeing the large branches that make up the nest. Looking to make sure the creature isn’t there before you turn to wave the others to follow you,

“It’s not here. Let’s find the kid.” You say as the others join you and you see Din scanning around, “I see a heat source there.” He points further to the back of the nest and Vizsla is already climbing over the branches entering the nest.

“Wait until we clear the area.” Bo-Katan hisses and Vizsla barely glances back, “He’s my son.” Entering further you all join as he shouts, “Ragnar?! Ragnar! Ragnar!” Suddenly three chicks appear from resting in the nest screeching wildly and trying to bite at Vizsla. While they were babies they were much taller than any of you alerting its mother as it appears regurgitating Ragnar as he screams out

“Help me!” “He’s alive!” His father yells out scrambling to help his son when the raptor grabs Vizsla by the mouth dropping his son to take him in his claws. They suddenly are pulled into the air and you’re rushing forward firing the grappling hook as it digs into the neck of the creature as you jump off the cliff.

“Kid!” “Y/n!” You hear voices call out as you are pulled into the air the creature flying off, retracting the cable in you’re pulled forward landing on the creature's back. It senses you trying to shake you off but the cable is dug in and you hold tight to the cable. You hear the blaster fire of the Mandalorians as they try to grow close but the raptor continues to shake them off. Pulling your saber off your belt the blade a brilliant glow as you stab it into its back producing a wild screech and releasing Vizsla from its mouth. The other Mandalorians fire their lariats trying to attach them to the creature Din getting on wrapped around its wing and throwing it off-balance. The sudden change almost sends you sliding off but you hold tightly onto the cable. Seeing an opening you rush forward releasing the cable as the saber runs down the front of its body it roars in pain releasing Ragnar as your body collides with the child holding him in your arms as you fall. His screams fill your ears and you spot Din racing toward you,

“You’re gonna be alright kid!” You yell before pushing him off you while throwing your hand out with a force push putting him right into Din’s arms as he flies by, the two landing on the cliffside. Your rapid descent with the creature crashing into the water. You see the large dinosaur turtle appear and you close your eyes waiting for the inevitable when arms wrap around your waist and you are pulled back into the sky. Seeing copper and white armor you tighten your grip around his neck as Kaz pulls you away from the danger.

“Maker are you always this reckless!” He yells breathlessly over the rushing wind as you fly to safety. “On a daily basis!” You shout back as you rejoin the group and the saved foundling. Touching the ground your feet settling onto the ground from Kaz’s grip you’re instantly pulled into a bone-crushing hug from Din as a mumbles rapid prayers and curses.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.” He sighs pulling back and checking over you seeing you just look tousled by the wind and he smooths your hair back.

“I’m fine Din,” You reassure him as he continues looking over for even the most minuscule injury, “I’m not the one that was kidnapped.” You say looking over at Vizsla as he speaks to his son keeping him in a tight embrace.

Returning to your ships with the foundling you quickly arrive back to the covert seeing the crowd waiting for your arrival. Exiting your ship R4 follows behind as Bo-Katan’s ship opens revealing the group and the crowd claps and cheers seeing the returned foundling. You see the Armorer appear from the mass standing before you, “Y/n Kryze, you have honored your House and all of Mandalore. You have done the highest honor of the Creed. Saving a foundling.” She says and you nod in thanks unable to stop the wide grin appearing on your face.

“This is the Way.” You say and she nods approvingly repeating your words, “This is the Way.”

“And we have brought you three more foundlings in need of care and training.” You say and the Armorer tilts her head slightly, “Is that so?” The screeching from the hatchlings appears from Bo-Katan’s ship guided by two Mandalorians holding a hunk of meat on a stick. The crowd exclaims as the large raptors try eating the meat. Bo-Katan and Din come to your side the man patting your shoulder and you could feel the pride coming on him same with your grand-aunt.

“You’re in need of a repair. Come with me.” The Armorer notices the missing pauldron on Bo-Katan’s shoulder and she’s soon being led away leaving you with Din and Grogu whom he quickly pulls into his arms. You look at the large crowd that gathers around Vizsla and Ragnar thankful for seeing him returned. Your gaze meets the brash Mandalorian as he gives a sharp nod in thanks and you return your own one back. Din saw you grow before his own eyes when he first met this skittish smart-mouth kid who wanted nothing to do with him but now he looks at a young still smart-mouth woman who has matured and is becoming a true leader. You made your house proud with your actions and also your small clan of three. Din felt pride in being your father figure knowing he guided you and raised you to become this smart, independent woman. You were the person to rightfully wield the Darksaber and lead their people he could see that.

“I’m proud of you kid,” Din says and the grin you send him could melt Hoth with its warmth. You felt like you were on cloud nine as he stepped away with Gorgu who coos happily to see you. Mandalorians come up to you congratulating you, patting your shoulders, or saying the phrase ‘This is the Way’ and you repeat it back. You felt like an outcast coming here but you had proven to the others. Leadership, loyalty, and compassion are the signs of a true Mandalorian the one you are slowly becoming to be.

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A Choice

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Summary: kylo struggled with his past, the lies, feelings and heavy burden of being his mothers son. But at the temple he'd found solace, not in the force or his teachings. But you, the young girl with her own struggle in the dark. He fell in love. Time passed, alliances change but his feelings did not. And now he has you captured, but not even he knows what he's going to do with the woman who makes his heart race.

Warnings : swearing, kissing, angst, fluff and general feels, softer kylo?

A/N: the promot for this is: kylo is a soft boi and no one can change my mind. I hope you enjoy my first kylo oneshot 😊🥰

Wordcount: very long, not sorry

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For the first time in a long time he was unsure, at a complete loss on what he should do. You looked back at him aprihensive, fearfull yet he could see the deeper concealed relief and dare he say joy?

Your eyes were wide and expressive, just as they had always been. Skin still glowing its beautiful deep bronze even in the harsh white light above. Your breathing was erratic, switching from shallow panicked breaths and low deep intakes that he knew were used to calm and center yourself.

His eyes roamed you, he felt himself flush slightly thankfully he had his mask still in place. You were no longer a small gangly pre teen but a woman. Supple curves had replaced the lithe muscle youd been youd been honing. Your hands though shackled showed no signs of calluses. And the dress you wore wasnt practical for hard labour, fleeing or fighting. It was clear the rumours were true, you hadn't stayed with skywalker to complete your training. And you certainly hadnt chose a life of a warrior.

Kylo sighed heavily, he didnt know how he felt about your fate. You'd come to train along side him, allbeit not by choice. But you'd still ended up by his side. You'd only really ended up there because you were a potential problem like him. Strong in the force, yet it was rooted in the dark side. The first time youd used the force properly you'd intentionally hurt your father. The fact it was to save your mother from being beaten to death was never acknowledged. As far as everyone was concerned you were a ticking time bomb they needed under control or eliminated.

He remebers you fondly, youd grown together becoming close despite skywalkers attempts to seperate you both. The first time he met you was the day you arrived, a small girl two years younger then him. He was nine when you were dropped off. You were scared and didnt understand why you were seperated from your parents. Skywalker didnt take time to explain things properly. Instead telling you that you were going to be trained and become a jedi. As if you should almost be excited, greatfull even.

Youd cried, pleading with wide tearful eyes to anyone who looked at you to take you home, that you had to go home and protect your mother, that your father was evil and will hurt her. No one paid anymind, thinking you were just a child making excuses to get your way. Untill kylo's own mother came to the school with the news, your father had succeeded. He had murderedyour mother, beating her to death with hks bare hands.

He remebers that day well, the way youd burst into a rage. Screaming at the top of your lungs you told them you were right and you knew he'd hurt her again. He remebers the conflict he felt. Youd been seperated from your mother for only six weeks? If that? That was all it took. Six weeks for your father to kill your mother, and kylo couldnt help but agree with you as you yelled at the two jedi. It was partly Luke and his mothers fault, they hadnt belived you when youd initially told them why youd attacked your father, nor had they bothered to try and investigate it.

Youd even tried to lunge at luke during your initial grief. Kylo had only just caught your tiny wrists tugging you back to himself, curling around you in a half hug, half wrestle. It was then youd broke down, falling to pieces on the spot bawling your eyes out. He'd felt it then the protec5ive rage twistingnin his guts as he tried reassuring you, why couldnt anyone see you were just a kid. A Terrified six year old now completely alone.

You almost looked the same now, scared lost and alone begging silently to just go home. When you were children he'd wanted to return you to your safe haven, even after the death of your mother he wanted to find somewhere you could go, somewhere safe away from the life of a jedi. It wasnt what you wanted, you just gave up after your mothers funera, seeing the coffin had given you a brutal awakening. You had no home to return to.

Yes, he'd wanted to ind somewhere for you to live peacfully away from it all. But now? The thought of releasing you alone into the galaxy left a bitter taste in his mouth. He had lost that benevolence and naive trust in the greater good. Only he could truly offer you safety.

"Sir? Is there a problem? Should we dispose of the rebel and intterogate the rest?;" the tropper began speaking, misunderstanding the supreme leader's stark silence. The unnamed male began making a move closer to you. But Kylo stopped him a single raised hand waving him off, ordering him to stand down.

"No. No i will deal with this myself. Leave us" his voice was low, calm and thoughtful. He couldnt tear his eyes from you, it was hard to belive you were here infront of him. Despite years of hardening himself to his own feelings everything he had thought and felt about you came rushing back. His stomach was twisting in anxious pulls, his heart desperately trying to beat out of his chest.

But you laid still, somehow managing not to fight your bonds that held you to the table. Instead of breaking down into a panic you were looking around the room. He could tell you were struggling to maintain calm as you saw the many tools scattered about the interrogation cell. But you were also counting, lips twitching ever so slightly. It was somthing he had taught you all those years ago, counting when panicked can help you focus. Can keep you alert and in the moment instead of crumbling.

"But sir;"

"Get. Out." with that the trooper left hastily, not wanting to push his superior any further.

When kylo was sure the hall was clear he moved stepping closer to you, hands rising to remove his mask. He paused, should he reveal himself? If he did what was he going to say? Would he be able to hold his nerve? He observed you for a long moment. How should he begin? He didnt want to interrogate you like the others, didnt want to frighten you away, he told himself it was because you could be a valuable asset. But he knew that was an excuse, he didnt want you to run from him, you were probably the only person who understood him.

They said you were an evil child too, muttered about how you were probably going to end up as a sith. That the rage had already settled into you, youd already given in it was just a matter of time. And to some extent they were right to be wary. You and him both sat up at night debating the truth in the force in hushed whispers. Wondering outloud if the dark side was truly dark, or if it was all just subjective. You both didnt see the separation between evil, and evil deeds commited for the light.

Kylo sighed heavily as he tried to weigh up what he should do for the best. He wasnt keen on the idea of interrogating you. But he didnt want to go easy on you and let you go so if you really were a rebel trying to clear your name in some desperate need for acceptance.

In truth he wanted to sooth you, to tell you everything was going to be okay and swear he'd look after you. But again, he was unsure where your loyalties lie at the moment. Afterall you were found with the rebels.

"I know who you are, they told me. Tried to use it to manipulate me" you broke the silence for him, soft spoken and quiet just as he remebered. He held his breath for a moment feeling a wieght lift from his shoulders. You knew. He quickly decided to trust your words. His hands moved slowly riseing to his mask before sliding it off tucking it in the crook of his arm.

"Its been a long time. Your prettier then i thought youd be, its actually really intimidating" You smiled up at him, and moved your trapped hand in a little wave making him scoff at your antics rolling his eyes. Prettier? Of course the first thing youd do it tease him. Stupid brat.

"You havent changed much, you still have no self preservation" he uttered leaning to the side and placing his mask down on one of the trolleys.

"Self preservation? Should i be frightened of you?" You uttered after swallowing dryly, he could see the tears welling in your eyes. Despite the tease you were scared. Scared of him, it made him look away for a second. Fuck. He had to get this over with.

"I dont know should you? Are you hiding something?" He pried sternly whilst bringing his attention back to you, his face set in stone. You frowned at him looking hurt, he just arched a brow still trying to decide if you were going to be a loose end or not. He really hoped not, but a rebel is a rebel and they must be snuffed out. No matter how painful it will be for him.

"No, but you wont belive me untill you look so go head, look. I have nothing to hide" you finally answered shaking your head with the inch of so of movement your bonds allowed you.

"I would rather you tell me yourself. I dont want to hurt you, i will actually help you if you need it. But i need you to tell me everything" he replied a little to quickly for it to be a trap. You frowned for a second, trying to find deceite in his words but there was none. He was being genuine, it made you relax a little drawing a huge comforting breath.

"Can you do that for me?" He coaxed inching closer lightly traceing the side of the examination table with the tips of his fingers. He seemed hesitant. As if he couldnt trust himself to touch you, but the temptation was there.

"Y-yeah, i dont know alot though but i'll tell the truth. I have nothing to hide, itd be useless anyway i know how skilled you are at reading people." You said with minimal shuddering breaths, trying to ease your panic induced shivers and anxiety fueled sobs. Kylos heart jerked painfully. You were terrified of him. But then again he couldnt fault you for that, he was the one whod killed your frineds, burned down the new temple and then fled to the darkside making a name for himself as a brutal warrior. He was now the ruler of a cut throat regime. The feared supreme leader of the first order well on his way to becoming Emperor. And you were at his mercy strapped to a table.

His stomach lurched. He didnt like it, you didnt belong here,not like this; tied down and scared. He hated it, the way you were so defenceless. It disturbed him seeing you in such a vulnerable position.

"How? How did you escape that night?" He hadnt intended for that to be his first question. But he had to know, he needed to know how youd made it out. He had mourned you, the guilt of killing you almost crushed him. He convinced himself you were away, created a delusion, a story in his head as to how you couldnt have possibly been in the temple. He had to tell himself you survived just to sleep at night. And then he heard a rumour, that the resistance knew of a survivor from skywalkers temple, that is was a girl. Your age. Your looks. It had been the first time he had felt true relief in a very long time.

"I was... I'd had another feeling. It was worse then any others, i knew it was bad; something terrible was going to happen and i got scared." You uttered recounting the night everything went to shit and you learned what true evil deeds were. Kylo inched closer, eyes trained on you hanging on everyword. He knew of your ability, empathic foresight, you didnt get visions in your sleep or hear distant whispers in meditation. You got feelings, gut feelings that made you experience emotional reactions of the furture. Youd feel greif before a death, pain before an injury. Fear before a fright. You'd only ever confided this in him scared of what skywalker might have said an done.

"I snuck out of my room to come and check on you, i dont know why but i just... i knew the feeling was about you. It hurt too much. Then i saw him, saw what he" you explained trailing off not needing to state the obvious. You both knew very well what Luke had done.

"After that i ran, i didnt? I wanted to help! To save you but i? How could i? Im sorry! Im so sorry i was so scared... everyone said that we are similar, so when i saw what he did i? I dont know something inside me just told me to run. So i did. I didnt want..I thought he'd done it, that he'd already? And then? I thought that he'd?" your explanation became a sob, fear and guilt pouring from you in harsh waves and half sentences. Kylo's hands clenched as your force came to life, you were almost reliving it. Terror. Confusion, hopelessness, shame he could feel it now as if he were there beside you.

"You thought you were next didnt you? That he was going to murder you after me." He uttered understanding instantly what youd belived. You were young on the cusp of adulthood but still a child, just like he was. And you were both scared, but you had the opportunity to run. He only had a few seconds to defend himself. Had he been quicker he'd have found you outside and would have taken you with him.

"I ran like a coward. I've never forgiven myself" you uttered quietly, your shame rising. Youd always felt as if youd let Ben down. Left him to die, that it was your fault. Tears finally began falling, youd struggled for so long with that. Your freind who youd loved so dearly died because you didnt have the guts to even call out and startle Luke. If youd made a noise, distracted him then maybe ben would have survived. The only thing you thank the resistance for was the fact theyd told you who kylo ren was. It absolved the guilt, freed you from that dark heavy shadow.

He finally rested a hand on you, the leather clad palm squeezing your bicep in a firm reassurance. It drew your attention to him. He held your gaze with a sincere look. Before speaking in a firm, yet calm tone of voice. Leaving no room for argument or doubt.

"No, you ran because you saw a so called jedi try to slaughter a boy in his sleep. You were a scared child who just wanted to survive. Theres no shame in that" his voice was firm. He needed you to understand that there was nothing to be ashamed of. You couldnt help your fear, or your reaction. It had taken him a long time to come to terms with his own fear. To accept it as natural, children are hard wired to run in the face of danger. Run, hide and survive.

"When i heard about what happened afterwards i... i was glad? Is that bad? I wasnt happy with the loss but i hoped it was you, hoped you were alive. But? I thought you were dead, how could you? It was luke skywalker, i didnt think you could survive. It crushed me, i was so happy the temple was gone but then guilty because i didnt stay. If id stayed, helped then maybe we could have survived together" you confessed to him slowly, still confused over your contradicting feelings. You constantly swung back and forth between being happy hearing whispers that ben had gotten out, yet angry that skywalker had pushed ben into the darkside out of fear.

Kylo nodded slowly, he too had wanted to look for you afterwards. At first he belived youd perished in the flames. But as time went on something told him you had escaped. He couldnt put his finger on it, he'd belived he had been going mad. Making pitiful hopless wishes and was trying to convince himself a miracle had happened, and youd escaped his rage.

"Im glad you didnt. Snoke was not tolerant. He'd have pitted us against one another. Years later I heard rumours youd got away, i wanted to find you, i really did. I felt...A responsibility? But in the end i decided against it... snoke would have killed one of us and made it a lesson" kylo barely contained a shudder. He couldnt imagine being put in that position. He didnt know what he would have done, having to choose between his own destiny and the only woman he'd ever considered spending the rest of his life with.

Back at the temple he'd spent many nights pondering the future he could have with you. As sexual maturity settled in he couldnt help feeling more certain in his selection, you were the dream girl, the powerful woman he could rely on. He watched you grow into your abilities and beauty. He wasnt stupid, he knew even though he was a jedi he was expected to continue his blood line so there would be atleast one powerful jedi to play hero and protector of the people for the next generation.

As he grew along side you his mind always invisioned you as that woman, his wife and mother of his child. He had dreams of a small dark haired, olive skinned little boy grinning up at him with your expressive eyes, hands reaching towards him as his own held up a smll toy only to have it force-pulled from his hand by the small boy. There was also a younger child toddling around in the hazy background of the scene. Somehow he just knew the younger cild held the same glowing caramel eyes you had. Sometimes he would hear your giggling from somewhere in the room, other times the scene was mute, not a sound he'd just watch and smile as the two children laughed happily with one another.

But each time he had these dreams a new warmth filled his chest, one not creted by rage and loathing but love. He knew without a doubt the children were his own. It was a dream that comforted him in many cold uncertain nights, it haunted him to this day.

But perhaps it wasnt a dream? Maybe it was a premonition. The force gifting him a vision of the children you would birth him. The family he will have one day. He allways thought it odd that in these dreams you and the chilren were in black robes, bright white surroundings that didnt resemble a house but a ship of somesort. So maybe they were visions of his own future, not just fantasies of a lonley teen with a crush.

This might be his chance to make the dream a reality. It was so close yet so far, the reconciliation he was almost ashamed to adimt he craved. Not that he ever told you that, he uttered nothing of the dreams. But skywalker knew, he was completely against it.

Once kylo left he couldnt help think luke had been against it out of fear, maybe by that point he'd already given up on him. Writing him off as sith already and wanted to avoid an even more powerful generation of dark force wielders. The two of you would have incredibly strong children with ridiculously high midichorian counts. It was possible luke feard the power such a union could unleash.

"I geuss things worked out in a wierd way.." you uttered after a few moments of silence, unaware of how kylo's mind had wandered into old thoughts. Old desires and hopes rearing their heads with vigor and his resolve began building. The excitment and need to keep you by his side growing with every moment he spent next to you.

"I am thankfull for things turning out this way. We are both alive" he spoke methodically, nothing giving away the temptation he felt, the dark tugging him towards you in a new seduction. It was like the force was toying with him, placing you before him once more, helpless and alone. Yet still the same young woman he knew. The funny diplomatic but anxious ridden girl he'd belived he'd lost for so long.

You smiled at his words, though automatic and almost thoughtless they sounded genuine. He sounded sincerely thankful for the both of you to be alive. Slowly you began truly relaxing into the bonds holding you. The more you spoke the more you recognised him. He was still ben, just more; dare you say honest? If that was the right word? Mybe not but you always knew he had this darkness, kylo had always been lurking , pacing back and forth behinde those hazel eyes. Ben had just masked it. Just how youd msked your own demons. You both hid parts of yourself whilst with skywalker. Kylo was the animal inside, raw unbridled power who embraced the force in aggression and victory.

"Why are you with the rebels now?" He asked in a starind voice, the words finally managing to roll off his tongue thick and accusatory. He felt a sickening anticipation his hand absentmindedly rubed his chest trying to ease the tight squeezing of his heart. He was holding his breath agonising over your answer. What if you were with them? What if he had lost you anyway? What does that mean for the two of you then? Would he have to kill you? More importantly could he?

"Im not. Or i was physically there with them but im not apart of the rebel alliance. I dont know what they told you but im not. They said you were hunting me! That you were going to!?" You paused for a moment as the fear inside rekindled. Theyd said he was hunting all force sensitive beings just as vader once had. That he would kill you slowly, torture you into insanity before ending you. They said he thought you had run off to continue your jedi training and that he was furious with you.

Youd had thoughts of him attacking you, with his saber and the force. It was terrifying, youd never out matched him, not in hand to hand combat, the force or deuling. He decimated you each time and those had been just sparring matches where you knew he held back. In a real fight you wouldnt survive two mineuts.

"Calm down, take a breath. Im not going to hurt you, do you here me? Im not going to hurt you, i just want the truth thats all. Just tell me the truth, and everything will be okay. I'm here to listen, id never belive those traitors over you" he instructed slowly squeezing your arm again trying to ease you. To coax you from your panic. You swallowed dryly, feeling a light spark of hope from his words. The fact he still held your words in high regard soothed you somewhat, he still knew you and trusted you to some degree. It was a relief. Tell the truth, you can do that. because honestly you had nothing to hide. And soemthingntold you if he did doubt you he'd take the time to look through your mind before sending you to execution.

"They tracked me down, they were trying to pull me in. They have been trying to recruit me for a while now. They're running low on force sensitive people to throw infront of you. They were willing to overlook my darkside at least untill they find skywalker themselves" you uttered after wetting your lips nervously. You had no loyalty to the resistance or skywalker. You werent involved anymore, this wasnt your fight and youd have no part in it.

You tipped your head to face kylo, a smll smile grazing your lips taking another moment or so to truly drink in the sifpght. He really had become handsome. Taller then youd expected, broader to, he was stunning. Nd the scar across his face would have marred anyones elses beauty but it... suited him, his character it gave him a visual to the rugged edge he'd always hidden. He looked dangerousnd magnificent. Your eyes flicked away frim his before he could see your flushed cheeks. Now was not the ti,e to start fawning over him. He had questions and you had the answers. Everything else can wait.

"I even debated joining just to kill him myself. But when they told me you were kylo i? I didnt want to become your enemy" you added shrugging a little before pausing hesitating on your lst statment. It was true though, you had no quarrel with the first order. Sure it was a little daunting to see another empire try to rise. But didnt that just men without the jedi this is the normal. Empires rising and falling in the external fight for dominance. There will always be someone who thinks they can do a better job ruleing. That they deserve a chance, and if need be they will take the top spot by force. Surely its better to just stick with the devil you know?

"They couldnt understand that. And still pushed, chaseing me across systems! This time they had me truley cornered, trying to scare me, telling me that the first order were after me because im a threat; that you were hunting me, wanted me dead they said they heard it in a transmission" your words grew more panicked, more weary and your chest tightened once more as the adrenaline flooded your veins. You felt more vulnerable and uncertain by the second.

Kylo growled low in his throat, rumbling in his large chest echoing off the walls as if they'd been struck. The force arou d him quivered as he began a descent into anger once more.

"So they are trying to scare you into their ranks?. Pathetic" his lip curled into a violent snarl. His hands clenching, jaw locking for a moment, teeth grinding. To think theyd try to manipulate you to brazenly. Lie to your face and threaten you with him, his fury.

You whimpered, pressing back in to the table shivering, quaking in fear so violently that he heard it, physically heard your body shuddering against to cold metal. Your eyes were closed, biting your lip willing yourself to disappear. He relaxed. The force, shit. He forgot, you were force sensitive and his rage would affect you more then others. To you it would prickly, pinch and grate on your very skin like bladed sandpaper. Cut and scrape.

"I was not looking for you, or hunting you. I toyed with the idea but you hadnt been spotted in the rebellion i? I assumed you were content being away from it all" he acquiesced, mamanging 5o control himself and dial back his rage. Instead he inched closer cupping one of your cheeks urgingnyou to look at him.

You hissed, drew a deep sharp breath cringing waiting for... something? Anything! But instead he held still, letting his palm warm your skin through his glove. You peaked up at him tentativly. He gave a small half smile, one of reassurance yet also questioning you, asking you to trust him.

"i dont want you dead, i never have and never will. Your no threat to me, you never posed yourself as a threat. So i wouldnt treat you as one. It seems noone truely understands how much we care for and trust one another" he spoke barely a whisper, as his hand smoothed over your cheek. You nuzzled into him delicatly blinking slowly, enjoying the contact. It was, nice. To feel someone, to feel him again. Youd take anything you could, any gentle touch or soft glimpse of ben you could get.

It didnt last, he pulled back removing himself from you as he spome once more, tryingt to go back to business. But that didnt ,atter, he had show you a few seconds of almost loveing kindness and that was enough for you.

"Everything they told you is a lie, a desperate attempt on the rebels part trying to recruit all the force sensitive people they can find, even ones that werent good enough to be trained" he stated firmly, dropping his hands behinde him taking on a powerful stance, hos chest swelling slightly, arms bulging in the robes he wore, tugging on the seams slightly showing off his physique.

"They were... persistent i have been evading them for years but? When they found me this time... something was different. It was odd they were trying to make me hate you, trying to scare me saying you betrayed them. They hinted at me useing my darkness, suppose they want to try fighting fire with fire" you continued slowly trying to put everything into words was hard. Because honestly there was so many emotions and caveats that you had to think through and label. So much trauma and fear, pain, regret to force yourself through to explain the situation. All while staying truthful and making your point.

"They dont know you saw the whole thing?" He asked with a frown, surely they knew what had happened for you to survive, or have an inkling? Unless they belived he loved you so had spared you and if so they were truley cruel to try and use you against him.

"No, no one seemed to know the whole story. And those that do? Well your the first person ive told. And I was small, if you recall not even you could find me when i skipped my lessons" you finished with a small chuckle. He rolled his eyes before tipping his head to the side agreeing with a half shrug and laughed.

"You were always tricky to locate, your ability to shield your life force was something i admired and loathed" It was true, you managed to get away with alot because you could effectivly disappear from the force at will. It made keeping up with your shenanigans hard.

"Yes well it didnt do me any good hiding from the rebles alliance did it? They have eyes everywhere kylo." You sighed trying not to let the weight of your failure show, it was hard though. Youd literally wanted to achieve one thing. One tiny thing and that was to be left alone, dissappear into the galaxy. Kylo frowned drawing a deep breath, not only the confirmation that the rebles did indeed have connectiones in everycorner of the galaxy, but he could also see that being found had got to you. You werent playing or trying to hide behind false pretenses. You were genuinely upset, anxious and flighty. you were never one to accept your failures well and he could see being found was frustrating. It hurt him, tore into his tightening chest, what if you didnt want to see him? Or worse, what if you didnt want to stay?

"You really arent with them are you?" He uttered, more of a self realisation then anything else. He watched spinning slightly to rest his hip against the table you were on. He expected you to flinch, to tug at the bonds or yelp trying to pull away from him. Instead you gravitated towards him, tilting your body in his dorection subtley, seeking him out for some comfort. Though he didnt get time to comment or even smile at the small subconscious movement. Instead you began speaking, blinking up at him with tearfully hopeful eyes.

"No, im not and i never will be, this isnt my fight. It never was, i never wanted training or? or stupid force abilities; Why would i fight for the jedi; or even your mother? when they only want me to kill for them. Return me to skywalker to finish training just to taint myself by killing you?" You paused trying to shake the anger frommyou. It was hard though, looking back now everything was a manipulation. You were training to be a weapon of 'peace'. Nothing more, nothing less.

"No way. Absolutely not, he took so much away from me, it was like i was an animal to them. Nothing but an evil child meant to become a tool to use. But unfortunately they wont take no for an answer" you admonished, your words drifting from sincerity to frustration, irritation and finally resignation. He could not only hear it but feel it, it would seem you have relaxed enough to let him sense you. Feel you for the first time since he'd left.

It was euphoric, like coming home in a sense. The same airy feeling. Thealmost dry smokey whistful and warm feeling you always gave him. Yet it was clouded, fear, almost frantic paranoia. Frustration and panic. Turmoil. But most of all you felt tired.

Exhausted, from the years of hiding and running. Fighting and hideing the force, blocking it out. Compressing the raw power inside of you into a tiny space hidden in your mind. Keeping the all powerful force of life itself under lock and key. Surpressing everything youd come to know and accept all while running for your life.

"i didnt think youd try to fight for them, or against me. Or i had hoped not" he offered meekly with a shrug, glancing at you offering a slight tilt to his lips.

"I dont want to fight anyone, but they are adamant i do just that. Apparently i have no choice i have to choose because i was trained"

"So if i asked you to fight for me? For the first order?" He asked unable to deny himself the chance to hear you. He wanted you to be heard, to be given the chance to speak and be given a choice. If frightened him, he didnt know what he would do if you denied him everything. But he was determined to try and keep himself in check and abode your wishes.

"i just want to live. Its all i've ever wanted to do Kylo" you whispered. Kylo hummed and nodded with a tight smile, it wasnt a no. But it wasnt exactly a yes eigther. There was no guarantees youd stay beside him, but he couldnt help feeling at ease with your answer.

"I understand" 'I did too' kylo finished the thought with a heavy sigh. He truley did understand, he wanted nothing more then to live out his life. Not be manipulated or judged for things he couldnt control. The only difference between the two of you was that he found snoke and fed his hatred letting it become his power, he'd wandered deeper into the force and his darkness. And youd dinstanced yourself from the force and hid away.

"You know they wont leave you alone untill you make a choice. Until then youll never get any peace you were a skywalker pupil they wont let that go. Youll never be free" he uttered with a sigh, hewas so ewhat greatfull to the resistance for leading him to you. But also felt a gnawing bitter anger, they had been trying to ue youjust as snoke had used him. He was no fool, he knew very well how much he'd been taken advantage of. He told himself being aware of it made it better somehow? Less humiliating? Yet he broke free of it in the end. Just as his servitude was ending, yours was trying to begin.

He was proud of you in a sense, the way you flatly refused to be a pawn. In a way you refused what he could not. Only his keeper was snoke and yohrs would have been his own mother. Yet even through all of this anger, pride and shame he couldnt help feel an overwhelming pity for you. Because as he said, youdnever be free of them, the resistance. The jedi they were parasites, latching onto anything that will ensure their own survival with little thought to those they damage and destroy along the way. All that mattered was their own ambition and goals. Youd be forever running from them.

"Well not while im here anyway." You chuckled motioning to the way you were strapped to the table with an uncomfortable grin. Kylo cursed and quickly flicked his fingers up, releasing your bonds before helping you sit up. You thanked him rubbing your wrists gently trying to stop the pins and needles from stinging your finger tips.

"You could be" kylo uttered an barely a whisper. Almost as if he didnt want you to hear him. You paused flicking your gaze to him confusion twisting across your face.

"Could be what?" Kylo swallowed as your eyes locked with his, he looked uncertain and small just as your words had been. You were vulnerable in a way he loathed, youd forgotten yourself, your power your drive. It was gone, and it made his heart clench painfully and his blood boil in his veins. He wanted you more and more as it became clear youd done nothing but hide and cower. Spent your years running from the first order, the war and resistance. Desperately looking for somewhere wanting nothing more then to forget about your past.

"Free here. You could be free here, with me. The rebels wouldnt dare set foot here and youd be protected. I would protect you" he emphasised stepping closer, his thighs touching your knees. And then his huge hands found yours. Twisting them in his grasp gently thumbs rubbing your reddened wrists trying to sooth them. Your gaze locked on to his face, trying to read his expression. But he dipped his hed down, his hair hanging down sheilding his face, keeping his secrets.

"Your-your offering me freedom? In the first order? I doubt the rebels would take that well, they'd say I was kidnapped or something stupid." Your voice waivered before laughing humourlessly, shaking your head scoffing at him thinking it was just wishful thinking. Theres no way kylo would offer you a home here in the first order. No matter the history or fondness between you. You were an ex-jedi student of skywalkers temple and found with a huge group of resistance fighters in a makeshift military base. The first order thought you were a traitor to them or something.

"Not if your decision was made public. If we made sure you were seen" kylo offered without a moments hesitation, his head riseing once more. Gifting you a single glance before his eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but you as he tried finding the confidence to say what he really meant.

He felt like a teenager again, desperately wracking his brain trying to find those magic words that would turn his dream into a reality. That'd give him his own happily ever after innthis clusterfuck of a situation.

"You want me to stand beside you when you raid bases and ships like some propergander prop? Let them see that skywalker created not one but two;" your frustrated words were cut off by him shaking his head at you. Growling leaning forward pressing his way between your knees standing firmly before you. His hands trailing up your arms, resting just below your elbows in a strangely distant yet intimate hold. Panic threatened to wash over him for the first time in years.

"No! Of course not! Nothing like that. And thats not to say i think your weak either. I know how powerfull you were, the potential you have. And even though youd become a great asset to me as a soilder or posterchild i wont use you like them, i am better then that" he grunted, his voice somwhere between offended and saddened. His anger flared momentarily, did you truly think he'd be just as dishonest as the rebles? As skywalker and his mother? That he'd use you and cast you out when he was done? It hurt, gutted him to belive you thought so little of him. He knew he had changed but even he like to think he had some integrity left.

"But thats not to say I'd refuse to train you if you wish, help you master the darkside, not fear and loath it." His words wavered as he saw the face you made, the twisting of a frown and the feeling of distaste curling around you like a potent perfume infecting him, becoming trapped in his throat with all of the words he wished he could say outloud.

"Or not, you can stay here with me as a confidant; a friend. Someone i can actually trust" he uttered shrugging, removing one hand from you raiseing it up in a surrendering motion as he began ratteling off another option. That sounded as if there was alot more thought put into it then he was willing to admit.

"Or if you want to take a place beside me. Not as a soilder but perhaps as more... As empress? I'd- i mean to say that... The position is open to you, if you wish. All you have to do is say and.. i would" he stuttered slightly, his grip on your arm loosening as he focused on his own hands grasping you nervously. Running his thumbs across the soft skin of your inner arm gently. He was anxiously waiting your reaction. He may have voiced his thoughts prematurely but? He wasnt going to take it back. He liked you. No. He loved you, you were the only person in his life that hadn't used or manipulated him. You accepted him dark and all.

"Empress? Your empress? Are you? Are you serious? What? Wheres that come from?" You fought the words, wresteling them out through hitched breaths and shock. Your stomach flipped, filling with butterflies and your cheeks burst into a bright blush. Mind instantly latching onto the idea.

You couldnt help it, the sweet gentle intimacy only brought back the feelings youd thought had died. Feelings that had been dangerous, forbidden. And yet here and now they weren't. You werent jedi, and neither was he. You were free. Free to give and take in a selfish love. Free to claim what your heart desired and protect it feircely. Not only that but its what was being offered, freely without remorse or fear or the need to hide. It was too good to be true, theres no way there wasnt a hidden catch. If there one thing you learned is the force doesnt work in mysterious ways, it was exchange. What it gives it can and will take without a moments notice and theres nothign you could do about it. Everything had a price, and to offer this up so carelessly meant the price will be dire.

"I have always liked; no thats to say? You are the only woman i've ever loved. I love you even now" He uttered suddenly, unable to catch himself. He paused when you gasped audibly hands rising to your mouth, covering the shock. He? He didnt just? Did he? He couldnt possibly have just admitted something like that so thoughtlessly. So casually, as if his words wouldnt possibly alter both of your lives.

You shook your head subtly, tears pricking your eyes. It was too much to hope for. Love. It was a fools errand, forbidden, taboo unachievable for your kind. Jedi cant escape their teachings even when they leave the orders and temples.

Kylo grasped your quivering hand pulling it from your mouth before drawing it to his own. Pressing the back of it to his lips, eyes closing as his kiss lingered. Drawing in a deep breath theough his nose andmheld still. Enjoying what could very well be the last tender moment he would ever get with you. A moment he will cherish.

You sniffled leaning forward pressing your head to his chest your other hand riseing to capture the cloak at his waist. He hummed tucking the hand at his lips into his own once more holding it to his chest delicatly. And you both stayed like that for some time reveling in the silence, just enjoying the comfort youd both longed for.

"I have always loved you" he uttered breaking the silence, taking the chance to wrap himself around you, his arms moving to hold you, drawing you closer to him, pressing you to his chest.

"Your beautiful, funny easy to be around and? You have never lied to me or tried to sway my decisions. Not once, you are grown now beautiful, articulate everythingni thought youd be. The first order needs someone to admire, a crown jewel so to speak" his words seemed light, yet sincere. Almost hopefull.

You closed your eyes whining under your breath pressing into him harder. Your hand squeezing his cloak dragging him closer. It was more then you could dream. He inched closer hands finally capturing you, arms wrapping around you pulling you flush against him dippingnhis head down to rest on yours. You responded instantly curling your own arms around his torso. Holding on tightly afraid this was ll just some fucked up hallucination thats goingnto be ripped away. That the force will tear him from you again.

"I need you. Need something; someone to fight for. All this time I've been fighting for power. Rage and hate fueling my every move. But i dont want that. I honestly dont, i want to be more then what became of vader. More then another power hungry sith or evil dictator. I want to end not just the jedi but the sith aswell. Just like we talked about. Nothing but the force itself" His explained softly, tracing light patterns across you with his fingers, flexing his rms to hold you even tighter, press you closer. You both clung to one another as if your lives depended on it. Yet there was no rush, not anxieties just the twoof you finally accepting each other as more then comrades or friends.

"I want you by my side, but i only want you to stay if thats what you want." His words waivered slightly, your ongoing silence becoming deafening.

"It would keep the rebels away if they saw you made such a decision and you were happy and i believe i could make you happy, that we could make each other happy." You hummed listening carefully. Still loosing yourself in the feeling of being so close to him. So wrapped up in his tender hold, your life forces drifting around one another as if trying to re-establish itself. Trying to find the comfortable sweet spot that would revive your bond.

"We could build something remarkable together. You and I, we could prove everyone wrong. And this isnt some sudden realisation. I have always had a strong attachment to you. Always loved you. I just didnt understand it before" the reasons continued to pour from him almost desperately. He could help it, he felt as if it was now or never. That he had to make a convincing argument to keep you by his side.

You sighed and pulled back from him reluctantly slowly dragging your hands across his ribs as you did so. He frowned, eyes searching yours, he made to grasp at you again but you intercepted raising your own hands to meet his, delicatly placing your palms to his weaving your fingers between his own.

"D-do you really mean it? That... that you love me?" You spome in a hushed secretive tone. As though testing him, testing yourself unsure if you could trust youd heard him correctly. But perhaps it was also becuase you needed the clarification, reassurance that he had admitted to something so significant, so utterly life changing.

"Yes, it was one of the many things skywalker berated me for. It was forbidden, you were forbidden. It was why i distanced myself from you in the weeks before, i was trying so hard to fight it" he gave a tight smile, it had been hard to abstain from you. To pull back and desert you as he tried desperately to be a good jedi. To follow the hypocriticall code.

When it was brought down into its most basic components the jedis code was to protect and love everyone as a whole but never become selfish enough to love and protect individuals. The greed of such selfish adoration will breed possessiveness; the refusal to give up the one you loved. This then gave way to worry, paranoia. And from there you fall to fear; the fear of loss. Settle into loathing and hate. Finally suffering; suffer the loss of your love, suffer the greif and regret when you lose all that you held most dear. That was the decent into the darkside. The journy most sith fell prey to. And it all started with forbidden love.

Kylo was pulled from his thoughts as your voice cracked, weak words tumbling from you as you revealed he was not alone in being caught out by his uncle. You too had been warned many times about your feelings towards ben.

"He got at me about it too. I love you too. He scolded me many times, even hinting at me to leave if i couldnt control it" and just like that the daydream was gone, the proverbial spell broken and it felt as if the whole world came crashing down upon you. Just like before, only this time it wasnt codes, oaths and the fear of beong caught that was stopping you from pursuing him. No, it was worse. Status, titles and public opinion.

No. this was? It cant work! Hexs the leader of the first order, a jedi killer. And you were effectivly an apostate. An ex jedi that the rebels were desperately trying to recruit. You were found with them! Brought in as a prisoner and cuffed inside an interrogation cell. Itd ruin his credibility, if he were seen with you.

Kylos heart seized as he heard the thoughts loud and clear. You were projecting in your panic. In the sorrow and anxious devastation. No. No! He wont allow it. He wont let you deny yourself happiness, he wont let you deny him now he knows the truth.

"No. No dont? Dont say that we can. We can be together we can. I can make it happen. Im the supremeleader anything i say goes. I can; we can build our own future together" kylo hissed, shaking his head sharply squeezing your hands as you tried detaching yourself from him.

"But kylo...What would the first order say? Surley they would have issues with me; an ex jedi caught with a batallion of rebel's suddenly beside you exachanging vows" kylos reply silenced you. It was a snarl, a deep frustrated growl echojngnin his chest sending shivers down your spine. Goosebumps rose on your skin, your tummy fluttered. There was something about his reaction, about knowing he would argue, that he'd fight for you. It made you feel relieved and anxious all at once. Youd never had anyone fight for you before, you normally had to do that all by yourself.

"Im their supreme leader. Theres not much i connot take care of. I would create a story of half truths. Paint you as my lover, my secret fiancé who i hid away from everyone for her own protection; that i feared snokes reaction if he ever knew" his words soothed you so ewhat, and he could tell. You relaxed, listening to him intently. It made sense sort of?

"Id say youd been hunted by the rebels because of who you were to me. Explain that the whole operation was to rescue you, that the rebels got to you before i could come and collect you once id killed snoke. And the raid was just me bringing you home.

"But i was brought here in cuffs? That trooper knows im here, in an interrogation cell it cant? I wont be your down fall;"

"It was a ruse for your safety!" Kylo finally snapped at you, his desperation to keep you becoming irritation. Why didnt you trust him? Why did you doubt he could fix it, handle everything and take care of you. He loved you, you loved him that should be enough shouldnt it?

He drew a deep breath befpre cupping the sides of your face lightly. Your eyes closed and you gave into his touch. Enjoying the warmth on your cheeks as his hands held you. You pressed into the soft leather of his gloves silently wishing he'd taken them off. You didnt want barriers between you, you wanted him, just him. His skin, his affection his love everything!

"Everyone knows anything could happen when it comes to those... vermin. I had you cuffed and brought here as a precaution. They could have done anything to you my love, warped your mind, pumped you full of toxins to insight hallucinations looking for information about me, us the first order?" His story unfolded around you, creating the perfect romantic tragedy. Rewriting the script of your romance as if he'd already finished a manuscript. You almost forgot how quick he was thinking on his feet, conjuring stories and reasons with ease.

"I had to do it this way, incase they belived youd turned on me. You could have played the part of a deserter to survive. But now, once ive had time to read you, to peer into your mind i know you hadnt betrayed us. You managed to fend off their cruel games and twisted words" he continued his reasoning, useing logic to create the perfect reunion for the two of you. Setting the stage for you to both love one another freely.

"And you came home, stronger than ever. Ready to take your rightfull place. And the rebels would feel Iied to by their general, of course she had to have known who her sons fiance was, we did grow up together. Theyd lose morale. And we'd gain it. And id finally have you all to myself. With no shame, or fear. Just us together as it should have always been" his rant came to a slow sweet end. Making you smile, grinning shyly up at him. You liked the sound of that, being with him like regular people. Normal lovers able to enjoy one another.

"But most importantly be safe and loved for the rest of your days. We could have everything we were denied, we could be together. Truley be together, do you hear me?" His hands shifted, dragging over your ears, further and further back untill his fingers stretched out i to your hair lightly massaging your scalp. And then he moved nuzzling into you, breathing deep trying to drown himself innyour scent. It was just as he remebered, light spice that seemed to cling to you from your love of the exotic, coupled with a slight sweet honeyed scent that came from every scented soap, shampoo and conditioner. And then the overall delicate scent that was your own. It was the smell of home. The scent that haunted him just as much as his dreams. He'd missed it. Your eyes fluttered closed, melting into him natheing in the long lost warmth of a kind embrace.

"We can do it. Together me and you, nothing will stop us. Nothing will ever come between us my love, please dont... dont turn away, dont leave me. I love you. I still love you and i promise you; swear to you that i wil, protect you. Protect us... there can be an us now. We will never hide, or shy away from each other again" his word grew almost frantic, pleading even. You pressed into him tighter tlitling your head tryingnto tuck yourself into him properly and rest against his chest. But he paused, stopping you carefully before tipping your head up promtpingnyou to look at him, locking eyes again.

"Please give us a chance? Give the first order a chance. You wont regret it. You wont" you tentativly moved to cup his own cheek tilting your head to the side taking in the sight of him. So vulnerable and raw. Sincere and sweet? Hopefull. You couldnt deny him. You knew it deep down, there was no way you could abandon him. Not when youd both finally revealed your true feelings. Not when he already had all the answers, all the excuses and plans. But that didnt mean you werent going to ask what was expected of you.

"What would i have to do? As empress i mean? I dont want to... i wont have to fight? Or officially join the darkside and become sith? Will i?" Kylo froze his entire body shuddered. Did that mean? Were you really going to stay?! He grinned unable to stop the giddy laugh from bubbling in his throat. It was more then he could imagine. The rush of happiness, anticipation. But quickly shook his head before speakign answering all of your fears and doubts wanting to nip them in the butt before you could dwell on them and overthink.

"No, not at all. Not for a second i wouldnt force you my love. Like i said the choice is yours, it will always be yours. Whether you become my apprentice, empress or stay as a freind i will protect you from skywalker and the rebels. You never have to fear them or look over your shoulder again" he uttered dragging his hands over yu, lower, curling around your waist resting in the curve of your back.

"That is if you stay.You-you are always free to walk away now. It would be painful to watch you go, but i would let you. Id have you escorted to where ever you want to go" his promise came with a fearfull swallow. But he wanted to make sure you understood, that you knew you had the choice. That you truly had a choice and he'd respect your wishes.

"Though id much rather have you here with me, beside me. I belive we were meant to find one another again. I really do. I dont want to let you go. I just want you to be safe, to have the saftey and security of a home. Something that had been ripped from us as children."

"Kylo;" you tried halting his rambling, the anxious words that escaped him as his thoughts ran rabid, second guessing his own offer. Would you think he was trying to takl you out of it? Trying to chase you away? Fuck. Fuck what if he misspoke or pushed to hard?

You could see the wild panic, the odd nauseating fear that spiked from him, making the force tremble around the both of you restlessly. But you couldnt manage to get a word in as he began falling into another half anxious monologue of explanations and reasoning.

"You know what it feels like to be manipulated and have your life mapped out for you. We had many decisions made for us, too many options taken from us and we both paid for them with blood and fear. We know how cruel family is. You deserved better. You deserved a choice" he finalised with conviction. He made to open his ,outh once more but you hushed him, a single palm covering his mouth, managing to stop another round of persuasion from the large sweet man.

"We both did... And maybe we can make things better together? We can make a real family, a home and right a few wrongs? Be ourselves without shame or remorse together. One united front? Us against the galaxy?" Your hand slowly drifted to his hair as you spoke, making your decision. Your fingers danced in the thick ebony locks. You smiled when he couldnt refrain from nuzzling into you once more. He really wasnt the big scary man he tried to be. Just a huge loth cat.

"What? You mean? Youll stay with me? As my empress? Youll really stay?" Your heart broke at the tiny disbelieving voice, so unlike him. Yet exactly what youd expect from the old ben. The one who felt so much weight, so much responsibility with little love for himself. Back then he was so uncertain, so frightend to chase after what he wanted because he felt denying himself made him strong.

"Id be honoured kylo. I can think of nothing id like more than to spend my life with you, if youll have me?" You anounced, dragging his face closer your own unable to stop the fluttering in your tummy, or the way your face flushed, and the excited giddiness overwhelming you.

He wrapped himself around you, nose touching your own eye flicking from your own gaze down to your lips, the temptation to press his own against yours and devour you. Lock you into a kiss that had been long overdue.

"Of course, fuck yes i mean i? I want you by my side. I love you" he whispered, not wantingnto break the spell. The euphoric haze that seemed to isolate the two of you from the rest of the galaxy in this moment.he couldnt, wouldnt jeopardise this one peacfull moment you had together. The moment youd both been praying for since your early teens.

"I love you too. Theres just one thing i ask from you?" You breathed out, grazing his nose with the lightest of touches. Barely hanging on to the thread of control you somehow maintained.

"Name it, its yours" his voice dipped low. No thoughts just feeling. Pure joy and eager acceptance. He didnt care what it was you wanted. Youd have it, he'd grant you anything even the impossible. He'd find a way to give you the univers in its entirety if you asked.

"Dont lie to me. Even if the truth hurts, even if its dangerous or frightening. Dont hide things behinde half truths and lies. We have both had enough of that for a life time" you could see his eyes soften the aprihension that your qeustion had caused quickly disappeared. He seemed saddened almost, humbled. Your unsure what it was he expected you to ask, but apparently it wasnt honesty.

"You have my word my love. I swear i will never lie to you, never. I trust you to know everything, youll always know as much as i do" in that moment he swore to you and himself. Made it an oath, his own code to live by.

You sighed fully relaxing into him before coilingnyour arms around his neck tugging him down closer and began rising you your tip toes. He didnt need to think, about his next move. His lips met yours in a gentle kiss. The first light pressing on your lips together soon gve way to soemthing heated, years of repressed emotions and desire. Before you realised what was happeneing you were scooped up in hos arms. Legs locking around his waist your kiss now coupled with hands tugging you against him, rocking you against him in a delicious grinding that only spurred the both of you on.

Your kisses quickly became desperate a flurry of nips, kisses and the lapping of his tongue. The constant pressure of his tongue finally pried your own mouth open. He wasted no time in pressing on, fucking into your mouth with his tongue growling as your own fought his, twisting around his own in a decadent battle. His fingers tightened on your ass, digging into the flesh before thrusting his hips against yours. You gasped, tongue faltering in its own assault, he used the mone tto delve deeper, dominating you claiming victory over your playful defiance. Not that you minded, not in the slightest. You moaning when he began tracing the roof of your mouth lightly, a tickling pleasant feeling making you whine, shuddering and arching into his hold.

"Supreme leader i;" you yepled as the modulated voice of a trooper called out only to stop mid sentence as he realised what he'd just walked in on.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" Kylos shout was accompanied with a blast of the force towards the unsuspecting trooper. Not that he needed prompting, at the forst yelled words he'd already turned trying to run as fast as he could in the opposite direction. Only managing a few feet untill he connected with the opposite wall on the hall. The force following closely slamming his helmet clade head even harder into the wall. And then he dropped into a heap of white armour on the floor.

"Oh god; that poor bastard. Is he gonna be okay?" You uttered flushing, giggleing somewhat nervously as there were foot steps in the distance out in the hall growing fainter. Apparently there'd been an audience.

"If he stays down he will be" kylo huffed petulantly. It would have been cute had it not been for the look of murder in his wpeyes, violence on his mind. You sighed before pecking him once more, trapping him in a barrage of sweet kisses between words.

"Kylo. Leave him be... i wasnt going to fuck you here anyway, theres cameras" his eyes flicked to the small cctv cameras in the corner. You had a point. He sighed slowly letting you stand befpre him once more and reached out to retrieve his mask, which you promptly toom from him, holding it carefully. You didnt want him to disappear behinde it just yet. He gave you a look, only to shake his head at you as you subtly twisted the carbon mask from him stubbornly. He chuckled realiseing quickly you wanted to keep looking at him.

"Right~ Come, let's get you home;" he faltered as you stepped up beside him eagerly. It was odd, having someone wanting to be so close to him. He? Liked it. But only if it was you, everyone else better keep their fucking distance... especially if you were there.

"Lead the way" you grinned cutely up at him. It was enough to stop him in his tracks. This was it, his future; your future. It all starts now, starts here. And force be damned he could barely contain the excitement. You were his, and he was yours, and nothing would ever interfere again. For the first time in years, he felt that all powerful hope the rebellion raged on about. And honestly? He could understand it. This was a new, powerful feeling. He felt like he could achieve the impossible. And he would. There was no doubt in his mind now. You'd both succeed where others failed because you had one another.

#oh for fic sake fics #star wars kylo ren #kylo x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo ren fic #kylo ren x reader #star wars #ben solo #ben solo x reader #supreme leader kylo ren

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gaily-daily-musings · 10 months

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(Force ghost Obi-Wan visits Anakin at the moment of his death)

Vader is slipping away, fading into the ether. Obi-Wan can feel the end of it in the Force. And yet even as he watches, Obi-Wan rages against it. He cannot let him.

Obi-Wan had come to terms with Vader and his past a long time ago. He had accepted his part in it and let go. He was a Jedi, and he had forged ahead and put his faith in the boy. In Luke. But he had never expected this. Vader–Anakin–to come back. Not after so long. It was less that he'd lost faith in Anakin, and more that it was necessary for him to be able to move on. How cruel the Force was then, to give Anakin back only to take him away again.

Obi-Wan cannot let him.

As his last words leave his mouth, taking with it his last breath, Obi-Wan rushes to his side. It would take a miracle. He, Yoda, and Qui-Gon, had all had to receive extensive training to maintain their consciousness after death. He had but mere minutes. But Anakin was the Force's son was he not? He was the Chosen One. And oh he'd believed it was Luke. And it was in a way. But also Anakin. Always Anakin. So if anyone could do the impossible, it was him.

"Obi-Wan?" Anakin's eyes widen. He has no mouth to speak anymore, caught in death's grip. Yet still his voice rings true. "Master I'm sorry! I'm so sorry I–"

"Hush now and listen carefully. We don't have much time."

Indeed, even now he could feel the way Anakin was merging back into the Force. Gone forever. Just like when he'd fallen to the Dark. Except now it was worse. Because now Obi-Wan would truly never see him again. He has no heart nor any body yet it aches. No please, he begs silently. One last time. One last miracle.

"You're in the netherworld of the Force. But I can teach you how to revisit corporeal space and retain your consciousness. A path to immortality."

"But…why…?"

Confusion and remorse burst through. Luke hugs his dead father's body to his chest.

"Never mind that! Do you wish this path, Anakin?" He cannot keep the desperation from his voice.

Anakin looks up at him. "Yes."

Obi-Wan has no breath but he feels his chest heave anyway. "Right, let us begin quickly…"

Yoda and Qui-Gon had manifested beside them as Anakin grew stronger and more grounded in the Force. Their voices helped steer him away from the wave which would have swept him away.

After all is said and done Anakin stands before him. Anakin, as he was. As he used to be. Obi-Wan almost cannot believe it even with the proof in front of him.

"Masters." Anakin looks around him, overwhelmed and teary eyed.

"Anakin." Qui-Gon smiles proudly. He moves to hug him. "I was watching you always. You did it. I knew you could."

Ankain squeezes back.

Yoda nods at him, a smile on his old face. Obi-Wan yearns to hold him too, but he hesitates. Unsure how to anymore or if it is even welcome. It's been so long. And there is so much to say. He's sorry he gave up on him. He's sorry he didn't try harder. He's sorry for causing him so much pain.

There is no shielding in the cosmic force. It is all open and bare. Anakin feels all of it. He is frozen in place. In turn Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s own remorse. His guilt burns alongside everything else. But above all his soul aches for Obi-Wan's just as well.

Oh. Oh Obi-Wan wishes he could hide himself away like before. Put up a wall and meditate this away. This is too raw. Too open. He is gutted and speared and on display.

But so is Anakin.

"Obi-Wan."

They fall into each other. Their souls intertwining finally. There is love. Love. He is made of it. He radiates it. He'll never let this go again. Not ever.

The party lasts far into the night. Luke gives them a smile and turns away to rejoin his friends. Anakin smiles proudly at him. Yoda has already returned to the Force. Only he and Anakin remain to watch the festivities a little longer.

Obi-Wan turns to observe him. Anakin is as radiant as he'd been at 23. Curly hair, his Jedi robes in place. He looks exactly as he had been. Obi-Wan feels so old standing next to him. His eternal boy. It didn't seem fair, but Obi-Wan wouldn't have it any other way.

Anakin shifts to peer down at him as if taking him in for the first time. His eyes wander his face and wrinkles.

"What?"

Anakin reaches up to drag a hand through his white hair. Obi-Wan bristles at the touch, leaning in without meaning to. His soul has always reached back for Anakin.

"Nothing. Just looking at you I guess."

His ephemeral form makes a valiant effort at blushing. Then Anakin opens his mouth and completely obliterates any chance he had at saving face.

"Can ghosts have sex?"

They were both of and in the Force. Anakin was him and he was Anakin. It was the closest they'd ever been and ever would be. But instead of saying any of that Obi-Wan touches his beard and strokes the memory of bristles.

"Can't say I've ever tried."

Anakin grins.

#anakin: if you dont touch me rn im gonna die #obiwan: your already dead anakin #luke asking Obi-Wan is he gets to be a twink forever when he dies too #hes gonna be disappointed #the force plays favorites #every once in a while the force will fluctuate and ripple in pleasure #it drives everyone who feels it up the fucking wall because they KNOW #obikin are at it again #god guys give it a rest #my writing #my fics #obikin fic

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omgahgase · 10 months

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dinluke drabble

din is definitely the husband to sew all of luke's clothes and repair his gloves when training gets a little too intense or he comes back from a scouting mission with tears in his jackets and robes because "babe, you wouldn't believe what i found at an old jedi temple!" luke goes digging into his torn satchel and pulls out a holocron, proudly showing it off like one would to a large fish freshly caught in one of yavin's lakes.

"that's great, cyar'ika, but can you tell me why your clothes are in tatters?"

"oh," luke says, as if he just realized how the sleeve of his tunic is torn at the shoulder. "i was attacked."

"...by what?"

luke ponders for a moment, eyebrows scrunched and hand under his chin, then, "i don't know. it was too dark to see. but i made it out alive!" he spreads his arms out wide, showcasing his still in tact limbs and the large, ragged tear along the side of his ribs. if din squints, then he can see faint scaring, the effects of too sharp claws, and a splash of blood that he prays isn't luke's.

then he sighs. did he expect anything less from his husband? obviously not because he's already pulling out his sewing kit out from the kitchen drawers.

"give me your cloak and leave the rest of your clothes in the washroom. i'll get to the worst of them later."

luke bounds up to him and smacks a loud, wet kiss to the apple of din's cheek. "thank you. i swear this is the last time."

din hum, unconvinced. "that's what you said last week when you came home in your underwear."

"hey, it's not my fault! i didn't know those vines would try to eat me!"

"the vines didn't try to eat you, love. the creatures controlling them did."

"well," luke huffs, pressing the warming indent of a smile to din's cheek, "at least you didn't have so sew much."

"that's because you didn't come home with much."

luke kisses him one last time with a conversation-ending raspberry for good measure, then he scampers off to the 'fresher, saying something about how din didn't really mind his lack of clothing when they were alone.

din sighs again because, yeah, luke made a point there, then he picks up his husband's cloak and assess the damage. it's not as bad now that he looks at it, but the giant, singeing hole on the back conjures up more questions that luke will most definitely disregard with a wave of his hand.

as din is threading the needle and wondering just what kind of attack might've caused this much damage, grogu chooses that moment to enter the kitchen. he doesn't greet din or ask where luke is or say much, for that matter. because he's too busy holding the seams of his torn shirt and looking at din with his too big, too dark eyes. he lowers his ears, sheepish, and smiles, not as sheepish when he's also giggling.

din doesn't even sigh this time because he had a feeling his son would enter their home exactly like his husband did. call it the force or a father's intuition, or even just a sixth sense for knowing when his jedis do anything involving the need for a needle and thread and-slash-or a batca patch. without looking up from his work, din holds out his hand and grogu is slipping out of his top to levitate it directly into his palm.

"your father is in the 'fresher, ask him to find you another shirt."

grogu gurgles an affirmative sound and waddles off down the hall. from behind, din can see a little tear in his shorts where it looks like something bit him. whatever it was, din hopes grogu bit it back. he also hopes luke notices the tear and puts it in with the rest of the clothes that need repairing.

it's not an easy job, taking care of two jedi with a penchant for trouble, both luke and grogu have proven that it's a handful, more than what either of them may realize. so it's a good thing din has two hands and is more than willing to accept whatever his jedi throw at him.

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years

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Mini Matchmakers

Anakin Skywalker/Fem!Reader

Words: 2,075

Summary: The world is changing, and you can't help the growing affection you feel for your friend and fellow Jedi. You would never say anything to him on your own, but thankfully a certain set of twins take matters into their own hands.

Request by anonymous: I saw you were taking SW requests, so what about an Anakin fic where Luke and Leia try to get him and a fem!reader together? Maybe in an AU where he doesn't fall to the dark side but Padme still passes? I hope this wasn't too specific and thank you in advance!

Note: hi anon!! thank you for requesting and i hope you like it :) the fic is set in an AU with no order 66 and the jedi have reformed to allow romantic attachments, but padmé died in childbirth. luke and leia are about 9 here.

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You were waiting in the room for the younglings to arrive when the commotion started, and as you turned to see who had just come through the door, it was not a surprise to find out that Luke and Leia Skywalker were the source of the noise. Although not yet traditional padawans, those two were smarter than all the other younglings you taught, and you knew they were going to be trouble for whoever decided to take them on. They were dragging their father with them, and you fought back a smile as you watched Anakin pretend to be overpowered by his children. “Master L/N!” Leia said brightly. “I found someone to help out when we go visit the Senate!”

You desperately tried not to laugh, raising an eyebrow at the twins. “Has your dad actually agreed to help, or did you make that decision for him?” You were going to be taking their group of younglings on a trip to the Senate in a week, thanks to an invitation from Chancellor Organa, and it would not only be a fun outing for the soon-to-be padawans, but you would get to show them a little bit of how the Republic functioned. You had even arranged a meeting with a few of the Senators that you have gotten to know over the years, and everyone was very exited to go. Last time you had seen them, you had mentioned that you were going to ask a few Jedi to help out that day to make things easier for everyone, but you hadn’t expected Luke and Leia to take matters into their own hands.

“I told them that if you needed help I would be more than happy to come along,” Anakin said, standing up straighter as Luke and Leia let go of him. “But I also told them we needed to ask you first.”

“You’re more than welcome,” you said brightly, finally letting yourself laugh at the situation, and you could see the twins’ smile grow as you spoke.

“Master Obi-Wan can come too!” Leia added.

Anakin looked down at his daughter. “Did you ask Obi-Wan already?”

Luke shook his head. “No, but we should go now!”

“Wait you two,” you called out as they started to leave, an amused expression on your face. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“What?” Leia asked, then turned around to see Anakin. “Oh, right.”

But just as they began to pull their father back towards the door, you spoke again. “Not exactly,” you said, really failing to keep the laughter away at this point. “You have a lesson now, don’t you?”

Anakin just shook his head as Luke and Leia stopped dragging him and instead walked further into the room, no doubt going to pick out the training remotes and lightsabers they would be using today before any of the other students arrived. The adoration was clear on his face as he looked at his children, and you were infinitely glad that the Jedi Order had reformed after Palpatine’s plot had been uncovered and taken care of, because it was clear how much he loved them and you couldn’t imagine a world in which he does not see them grow up. “I’m so sorry about those two,” he said softly.

You shook your head. “Don’t be, they make my life much more interesting,” you said. “Even if they are little troublemakers sometimes.”

“They must be on their best behavior around you, because I think they’re little troublemakers all the time,” he said, a smile crossing his face.

“Well, based on the way you were as a padawan, are you really surprised?”

He laughed at your remark, nodding in silent agreement. The two of you were around the same age, and you had spent some time training together when either your master or Obi-Wan had been called away for important meetings or the occasional top secret mission. Once the war broke out you didn’t see too much of him, but now that you were teaching Luke and Leia, you were slowly reconnecting with your favorite childhood friend, as well as fighting back a wicked crush on him.

The smile on his face made you feel warm and fuzzy inside, but you tried to push those thoughts down before they could really fester. Despite the reforms the Jedi Order went through, and the changed attitudes towards romantic attachments (viewing them as tools of the Force rather than dangerous points of no return), it felt wrong to think of Anakin in that way. You didn’t know much about his relationship with Padmé, but you knew that her death was hard for him. And no matter what you felt for him, who were you to tell him whether or not to move on because of your growing affection? Friendship would have to be enough for you, and there was no arguing it.

You continued to speak quietly with Anakin until the other student began to shuffle into the room, and he finally bid you goodbye, promising to come get Luke and Leia when the lesson was over. You tried to hide your dopey smile as you began speaking to the group of younglings, but from the look Leia gave you, you probably weren’t that successful about it.

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After that day, it seemed that you were running into Anakin every other moment. Meals, lessons, meditations, you name it, he was there. You weren’t complaining in any way, and you sometimes let yourself dream he felt the same way about you that you felt about him. What you soon figured out though, was that those apparent coincidences were in fact not coincidences at all, but rather an elaborate plan by a pair of very intelligent nine year olds.

You didn’t notice anything different about the twins at first, but soon the fact that they had shown a remarkable interest in your personal schedule could no longer be ignored. You could never prove that Luke and Leia had anything to do with the sudden influx of Anakin encounters you had over the past few days, so you never brought it up, pretending to be blind to their charades and attempts to push you and their father together and enjoying the time you got to spend with him because of their meddling.

You wondered what spurred this on, was it the way you laughed together that one day? Did he talk about you when you weren’t there? Did Obi-Wan put them up to this as an elaborate joke? You definitely didn’t know how to react to the situation you were finding yourself in, but you tried to keep your feelings to yourself just in case you were reading the situation wrong.

On the day of your trip to the Senate, Anakin and Obi-Wan were both there to help. They had no qualms about stepping up and guiding some of the children around as you walked behind the group and made sure no one got lost, and you would never admit it out loud, but you were glad that Luke and Leia stepped in and found helpers for you. Because you spent so much time working with younglings, you weren’t too familiar with the labyrinth of hallways that made up the Senate Chambers, and you had a sneaking suspicion that this trip wouldn’t have been nearly as entertaining as it was if someone like Master Luminara was helping you keep all the younglings in line.

Leia was sitting atop Anakin’s shoulders for the entire tour, and Luke was sitting on Obi-Wan’s. It was almost comical to see the two Jedi, often represented to citizens of the Republic as fearless war heroes and powerful warriors, wander around the Senate building with a giggling child on each of their shoulders. All the children were enjoying themselves, practically bouncing with excitement as the tour ended and they got to sit with Chancellor Organa and Senator Mothma and ask them whatever they wanted.

You held back a yawn as you stepped out of the room, this day had been quite exciting already. It was nice to get out, but it definitely was more stressful to be responsible for twenty five younglings outside of the safe walls of the Jedi Temple, even though you had help. Despite the war being over and Palpatine no longer a threat, there were still dangers to watch out for, and you definitely did not want to be the Jedi that lost a youngling in the Senate building.

You didn’t hear the door open after you, so when Anakin gently placed his hand on your shoulder, it was startling for a moment. “Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, just a little tired,” you said. “Sorry if I worried you.”

There was a look on his face you couldn’t quite decipher, and he just shook his head. “Leia told me I should go and check on you,” he said. “I was worried she knew something I didn’t.”

You shook your head as a small smile crossed your face, and you were now sure that the twins had been behind your recent “accidental” meetings with Anakin. “I sometimes think she knows things I don’t,” you responded, looking right into his eyes. They were warm and kind, and you wanted nothing more than to get lost in them. “Because her and Luke have been taking a special interest in my personal schedule lately.”

He laughed. “Mine too. I think they’re trying to tell me something.”

That sentence piqued your interest. You had thought they were trying to tell you something, not the other way around. “Oh yeah?” you asked quietly, wondering what he would say next. “What are they trying to tell you?”

“That I need to hurry up and ask you out, because I can’t keep staring at you like a lovesick tooka.”

You nearly choked on air as you registered his words, that was definitely not what you were expecting him to say. Maybe that was what you would expect Leia to say to you, but not Anakin. “Really?” you said, trying desperately to keep your cool.

“You can’t tell me you haven’t noticed,” he said, reaching down to take your hand. “I know I’m a little out of practice, but I’ve been told I’m anything but subtle.”

“I kept telling myself I was imagining things, that I was crazy for thinking you felt that way,” you said, really hoping this wasn’t a dream. “I didn’t want to get my hopes up.”

“I didn’t think you felt the same way,” he said softly. “I can’t believe my own children picked up on this better than I did.”

You couldn’t help the little giggles that escaped you. “Well, I for one am glad they decided to take matters into their own hands.”

“Don’t ever tell them that,” Anakin said, leaning in a little bit closer.

“Why? You don’t want them to know they succeeded?”

“I love Luke and Leia, but they’re already mischievous enough.”

You couldn’t help the burst of bright laughter that escaped you at his words. “I think you’re right about that.”

It felt like the entire galaxy stopped as the two of you stared at each other, and he finally broke the silence, his voice was barely above a whisper and his gaze flickering down to your lips. “Can I kiss you?”

You couldn’t help the way your body reacted after you breathed a whispered “yes,” and the way you melted into the kiss when his lips finally landed on yours. You barely even registered the way that his hand had left yours in favor of resting on your waist, and he pulled you close as he deepened the kiss.

For a fleeting moment, it seemed like nothing would get in the way of this perfect moment, until the door behind you opened, and you heard the sound of a certain nine year old shouting with glee. “LUKE! GUESS WHAT-” You and Anakin pulled apart almost instantly, turning around to try and catch Leia before she told the whole class what she had caught you and her father doing, but it was no use, and you were just thankful that most of the other people around didn’t care about this new relationship development.

Emphasis on most though, because Obi-Wan’s knowing smile and little remarks on the ride back to the temple were almost unbearable, but the memory of Anakin’s lips on yours made all the teasing worth it.

- the end -

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phoenixyfriend · 9 months

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A Child’s Ink: Chapter Two

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Let's take a field trip to Little Sundari!

I actually started writing this almost immediately after I finished the first chapter. Then it grew too large and turned into "The Process of Acquiring a Padawan," a separate fic entirely, and only now have I finished The Depa Section.

I also haven't finished anything I actually like in months so I'm pretty happy to have completed something I actually care about.

A Child's Ink: First Chapter, Series: Anakin and the Jedi Babies

Depa’s first encounter with Ylliben Skywalker’s habit of collecting meaningful tattoos comes well before she is introduced to his true past, and even before she starts settling into the knowledge that her own figure is as Jedi Master. He is just an Initiate that she happens to spend sometime with. He is a friend, albeit a much younger one.

His father broaches the subject, first.

“Knight Billaba,” he greets, approaching her in the refectory. “I’m glad I could find you. May I sit?”

She gestures at the empty chair across the small table. “Of course. Is there something I can help you with?”

“Actually, yes,” he says. His smile is almost apologetic. “I may need a favor.”

“I’m listening,” Depa says.

“There’s this tattoo parlor in Little Sundari that I’ve gotten Ylliben an appointment at, to get his ink fixed. I was going to take him there myself, since he officially needs an adult escort until he’s fourteen, but I’ve been tapped in for a mission that clashes with the appointment. Rescheduling could push it out by weeks, even months. Would you be willing to go as his adult? I know it’s a bit of an ask, what with the distance, but I figured since you like the kid…”

Depa considers it. “When’s the appointment?”

“Next Centaxday, eleventh bell.”

She’s got a free spot on in her schedule then. No classes to teach or shifts to take, just some half-planned thoughts of sparring and research in her open time. “I’d be happy to. I’ve never been, actually. I imagine Ben would have an easier time than I figuring out how to navigate, and which restaurants are authentic, if we have time to explore.”

Skywalker grins at her, free and cheery. “I think he’d love the chance to play tour guide, yeah. Not that he knows the area, really, but…”

“I know what you mean,” Depa says. “I look forward to it.”

Depa picks up Ylliben from the Initiate dorms early, when the sun has only just risen. The train ride is a lengthy one, and she wants to skip over the crowds as much as possible. They’ll maximize the amount of time they spend in Little Sundari, this way.

When the doors open to release the child within, Ben isn’t quite sleep-rumpled, but he’s bleary-eyed and fighting a yawn. It’s a valiant effort at pretending he’s unaffected by the hour. Depa hides her amusement as best she can, just spreads her arms in an offer to hug.

Ylliben tips forward into her. He buries her face against her middle, fingers grasping at her outer tunic. He does not groan and moan as many a child his age would, but he does huff a soft little sigh of frustration as she hugs him back. Even Depa has to laugh at that, and ruffles his hair as she rocks and turns a little on the spot, letting Ylliben leach at her warmth.

“Early morning for you?” she asks.

“I couldn’t fall asleep as early as I tried,” he mumbles, “and I really tried.”

Poor baby, she coos in her mind. Instead, she assures him, “you can sleep on the train. Do you have everything you need?”

“Comm unit, credits for the ink, credits for lunch and discretionary spending,” Ben confirms. This is punctuated by another adorable little yawn.

Depa glances up past him to the crèchemaster, who nods. “He’s had a small breakfast and his morning medication, and I already got him signed out in your name, Knight Billaba.”

She nods back. “Thank you for being so accommodating.”

“Not at all,” the crèchemaster says. They tap Ben on the shoulder, prompting him to finally pull away from the cocoon of Depa’s robes. “Be safe, listen to Knight Billaba, and remember to comm if you’re going to be late.”

“Yes, Master Popolis,” Ben says, bowing politely despite the grumpiness he continues to radiate.

“And have fun,” Popolis adds.

Ben finally grins. “Yes, Master Popolis.”

“Shall we?” Depa asks as the door whooshes closed.

Ben takes a deep breath that’s certainly another attempt to mask a yawn, and almost manages to sound natural when he answers, “yes, Knight Billaba.”

“You know you can call me Depa,” she tells him, heading towards the hoverbus station in the next wing. “I don’t mind.”

“Kay,” Ben mumbles, eyes drooping despite being on his feet and actively walking.

She ushers him onto the bus, timed perfectly as they planned, and sits in the half-empty transport with full expectation that she’ll have an Initiate dozing against her side in moments. She is proven correct. The other passengers largely ignore them, being mostly commuters, who see Jedi on this route regularly. There is an elderly Rodian, however, probably somebody’s grandparent, who keeps looking up from their knitting to smile at the sight of little Ben half-asleep as he is.

It takes half an hour to reach the CoCo town interdistrict train depot, and then Depa is gently bullying ben to his feet and onto the hypertrain. He goes right back to his prior position, leaning into her side and drowsing like the child he is. She uses the trip to catch up on some reading, occasionally watching the cityscape pass her by. It’s been quite some time since she’s had reason to come this way, and never this far. Little Sundari is about half an hour further along this train than Depa’s ever traveled it before. It’s interesting, the way coruscant changes as they pass from old-continent CoCo town to basin buildings. Little Sundari is among the many “lower class” neighborhoods built on what was once the ocean floor. Little Keldabe, to her memory, is in a more affluent region, up on the plains section of a different past continent. Realistically, the reputation the basin districts have is exaggerated… but it’s technically true that Little Sundari is less than CoCo town.

However, that is because everywhere is less affluent than CoCo town.

They reach the Little Sundari train station two-and-a-half hours after leaving the Temple, and Ben wakes up with far more grace this time. They disembark, and Depa checks her comm.

“We have a few hours before your appointment,” she says, “and it’s a forty-minute walk. Knight Skywalker said you had a few things you wanted to show me on the way?”

Ben brightens, grabbing her hand and tugging. “There’s an uj’alayi shop that Bo told me about!”

“Bo?” Depa asks.

“The Duke’s younger daughter,” Ben says. “She’s a few years older than me, and she came to Coruscant a few years ago with her dad.”

“A friend of yours?”

Ben makes a face. “She’s… a lot.”

Depa stifles a laugh. “Is that so?”

The pout on him is adorable. “I prefer Satine.”

“And who’s that?”

“Bo’s older sister,” Ben says. “She’s a lot nicer, and she doesn’t bite when we spar.”

“Ben,” Depa says, patient as she can, “you bite in spars.”

The look he shoots her could be politely described as ‘disgusted.’

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beiasluv · 2 years

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imagine you are anakin’s padawan (sister)

a/n: anakin is older than reader. i hope you’ll cry :D (just kidding)

warnings: sad(?) injuries, and cuss words.

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enjoy! :)

how did anakin end up having a padawan; he does not know.

all he knew was that he will kill anyone who hurt you or got in your way, period.

when you first entered the jedi temple, you were very locked by yourself. anakin saw himself in you, and felt pain inside him. he felt so miserable when he first entered the jedi temple; he do not wish it upon any youngling, especially his soon-to-be padawan.

from that day on, you became his personal mission.

“hello, y/n,” he greeted from your behind.

“h- hello, master?” you jumped a little bit in your seat taken away by his presence.

“i’m sorry,” he chuckled, “i believe i haven’t introduced myself yet.” “my name is anakin skywalker, your master,” he raised a hand for you.

you took the hand and smiled, “hello, master, i believe you know my name already.” he chuckled at your response.

“want to go to meditation with me tomorrow? i think they’ll officially introduce us tomorrow noon,” he tilted his head. his blonde hair swung a little in the wind.

“sure, master skywalker,” you smiled. his presence radiated warmth and coldness at the same time. ‘a weird combination,’ you thought. however, it felt comforting. your master had taken an effort to come and introduce himself to you, and that couldn’t felt any better.

he is so soft for you. anakin will bring you flowers and gift to cheer you up. anything you want, he’ll go find it for you.

braiding hair for each other. sometimes he forgot to take it off and obiwan walked in and be like: “you’re done being a padawan, anakin.”

anakin will comfort you when you are tired or scared. he is your guardian and older brother.

he’ll make a nickname for you, which is ‘bunny’ (aww, cute, right?)

“skyguy?” you knocked on his door. you knew it wasn’t necessary, you both can feel each other’s presence.

“yes, coming,” anakin raised from his couch and went to get the door.

“hi, bunny,” he hugs you in his arms. you let his warmth and scent engulfed you in them.

“im scared, i get these nightmares- i- can’t take them off of my head-” you sobbed.

“it’s alright, bunny,” he let a tear slip, “whatever you are seeing, they might be real, but you’ll always have me.”

“i’m sorry, ani,” you realized. your grip tightened aruond his torso.

“it’s ok, bunny,” he cried onto your hair. “c’mon, let’s get you some rest,” he guided you to your bedroom. as you both walked in silence, his hand grabbing yours, you felt comfortable in a long time. the hallway was dark, yet the stars in the sky lightened the path enough for you to walk. he held your hand and led the way to your bed. he covered you in your covers and kissed your head goodnight. the escaping light from the blinds lit up his face, showing his smile and you felt the bed dip.

“you have to go back, ani,” you said in a hushed voice.

“not until i see that my padawan is sound asleep,” he brushed a hair out of your face.

as soft as he might be, he’ll train you super hard. so he does not have to worry about you. (but he knew he can’t stop worry about you.)

anakin is definitely scared at first to go hard on you, but after a push by you, he’ll make sure you’ll be the top padawan of the jedi temple.

his worst nightmare was that he went too harsh on you, and one day, it camel true.

you’ll comfort him that you were fine and that heshouldprobablycallthemedicalcenter cuzi’mabouttodiehere.

he’ll be sobbing all the way from the training room to the medical center. obiwan came to see that his padawan is dying of crying and had to calm him down.

anakin will say sorry to you multiple times a day for the next couple of months. and he won’t dare to train you for a couple of years.

you have to train with someone else for a while, with anakin observing the training session.

i mean- if it wasn’t for the accident, no one would see anakin’s proud father moment.

‘one last push,’ you thought as your lightsaber slashed against your partner’s. green slashed against blue as the burning sensation grew and grew. sweat forms on both of your faces, but it did not aid the heat from the dueling. you spun around avoiding attacks from your partner, yet trying to strike your partner at the same time. you decided to jump over his head to get to the high ground. your grip on the lightsaber became loosened. he forced his lightsaber out of your hand and it landed in his sweating palms. you landed on the ground empty-handed, as he smiled waiting for his victory.

“not so fast,” you whispered. you struck his hand and elbowed his back with full force. two lightsabers loosen from his grip and landed on the ground. they quickly flew into the air back into your hands, and now blue and green are igniting your face.

within a meter away, anakin let go of a breath he held unknowingly. he was so proud that he wanted to jump up and down and shout, ‘THAT’SMYGIRLEVERBODY!” he held his intrusive thoughts in tight, and ran to you. you handed back your partner’s lightsaber and bowed one last time. he snatched his lightsaber from your hand and left with his master. you felt sorry for him; suddenly someone crashed into you.

“Y/N! i’m so proud of you!” anakin picked you up and spun you around and around.

“enough! enough! skyguy!” you chuckled, “i’m sweaty and i feel disgusting.”

“and you are still my padawan, i’m so proud of you!”

anakin will brag to everyone he met about his padawan, until the word padawan doesn’t fit anymore. you are a family to him, you are his sister and he is your brother.

he is so overprotective, like 100%

any guy looking at you, even with intentions or no intentions, will hear a whisper in their mind. ‘stop looking or you’ll die.’

of course, it is our guy, anakin, staring at them back. his eye will turn red and all of that stuff. (ahem, sith eyes for them)

as soon as you call him, he’ll look at you with the most precious eyes possible. the bluest and the cutest puppy eyes for you only.

if somebody is getting too touchy with you, he’ll snake an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to him.

if you’re sleeping on the ship, or anywhere public, he’ll be your guard. anyone walking past will make sure they keep their noises down or they’ll regret it.

he’ll keep an eye out for you throughout the day as if obiwan isn’t keeping an eye out for him as well.

“ani, i’ll go to meditation tomorrow without you, alright?” you smiled.

“who are you going with? i thought you were supposed to go with me?” he asked while fake gasping.

“erm, he’s just a friend,” you bit your lip.

“justafriend, huh?” anakin tilted his head, “i’ve heard this lie before.”

“alright, alright, we have good feelings- or should i say, i have good feelings for him,” you admitted. “please, don’t ruin it this time,” you gave him your best puppy eyes.

“fine, but if you want me to kick his ass, i’m here waiting.”

“you’re the best, ani!” your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. “i’ll go meditate with you next week.”

“next three weeks!”

“two weeks!” you shouted back from the hallway.

“fine!” he shouted back.

you two will always have banter like siblings do but anakin will be a little bit lighter on you. he’ll let things off the hook for you and sometimes take the blame for you, you don’t agree to that, though.

there is a lot of “anakin, no!” anakin: “anakin, yes.”

now, let’s talk about anakin and padme. you were shocked at first when anakin revealed to you that he is having a relationship with padme. The! Freaking! Senator!

but you came to mind with the information. and actually, you like padme a lot.

anakin let you spend time with padme a lot because he wanted her to teach you about politics. she’s genuinely kind and always taking care of you. she’ll get a souvenir for you every time she visits a planet or somewhere else.

and anakin will be like, ‘where’s mine?’ (lolll)

and if you didn’t catch it, you are anakin and padme’s adopted child. (you were the one that they got to raised together, T-T)

time goes on, and you’ve grown. now, you had finished being a padawan. but you are still his padawan if anyone asks.

anakin’s presence turned darker and darker since he lost his mom. you worry constantly that he’ll get lost in the dark.

however, your nightmare becomes true. (it is always about a nightmare becoming true.)

you could feel anakin’s force presence jumping back and forth between light and dark. you grab his arm as you see the scene laying before you. mace windu and palpatine were fighting as both entered the room.

“he’s too dangerous to be left alive! i will end this, once in for all,” master windu exclaimed.

“no, you can’t!” anakin shouted, “he must stand trial.”

“he has controll over the senate and the court, he’s too dangerous to be left alive!” master windu held his lightsaber close to palpatine’s neck.

“i’m too weak, oh, please, don’t kill me, please,” the withered palpatine pleaded.

“it is not the jedi way!” anakin shouted. master windu was about to strike palpatine as anakin unsheathed his lightsaber. they fought as you also took out your lightsaber and went for palpatine. no, you couldn’t go for your own brother, nor master windu, palatine is the only reasonable person at this point. you ran towards him as he sent lighting towards you; your lightsaber took the strike but you were pushed back. anakin was busy fighting with master windu, and he cut master windu’s hand off the window. master windu was shocked by the lighting and lifted up into the air.

you were about to get up and fight the sith lord, palpatine sent a lighting strike towards you, and this time you took the hit. your body crumbled to the ground. anakin rushed to your aid and distracted palpatine away from you. he cradled you in his arm as he shook your face to regain your consciousness.

“run! y/n, run! run away as far as you could!” anakin shouted to your face. his force presence conflicted more than ever before. you took his word and ran away as far as you could. tears build up on your face as your leg carried you out of that hell.

you haven’t contacted anakin ever since that night. you don’t have the heart to talk to him again about what had happened. the council tried to get your word on that night many times, but you were never ready to speak about it.

order 66 had been put into action; you and obiwan went into hiding. you’ve heard the news about anakin turning to the dark side. you imagine what happened that night after you left. should you have left that night? what could have happened if you didn’t leave?

obiwan took you under his wing, now that anakin was gone. obiwan still believed that his padawan is still not lost, but he is not risking you as well.

he tried to convince padme that Anakin had turned to the dark side, but she still believed that he is still in the light.

“padme, he’s in great danger,” obiwan spoke calmly, yet his force presence is troubled.

“from the sith?”

“from himself,” he paused, “anakin has turned to the dark side.”

“you’re wrong, how could you even say that?” she refused aggressively. “tell me he’s wrong, y/n, anakin is still in the light.”

“i- i don’t want to say it, padme, he’s already gone, but we-”

“we need your help, padme,” obiwan cuts you off. “we saw a security hologram of him killing the younglings-”

“no, not anakin, he wouldn’t do that,” padme dismissed.

“that night, palpatine deceived him with lies, he’s the sith lord we’ve been looking for,” you said, holding padme’s hand tightly. you wanted to comfort her as much as you want comfort now, but she’s more important than you. the baby, or babies, need the most support.

“anakin became his apprentice after count dooku’s death,” obiwan told padme. she shook your hand off and guided herself to the comfort of the seat. you followed quickly behind.

“i don’t believe you,” her voice trembled.

“padme, i must find him,” obiwan whispered.

“you’re going to kill him aren’t you?” she realized. her breath and voice became unstable. obiwan and padme stared into each other’s eyes as they were staring into each other’s souls. you knew what must be done but you don’t agree with him; obiwan couldn’t kill his very own apprentice.

“he has become a very great threat,” obiwan spoke as he stood up.

“you can’t,” she shook her head, words barely leaving her mouth. a silent moment engulfed the room, no one dared to speak. obiwan looked into the city as he hugged himself.

“anakin is the father, isn’t he?” obiwan released a breath that he has been holding. he looked over at you and quietly turned back.

“I’m so sorry,” he spoke one last time and he entered his ship. padme cried onto your shoulder as you tried to stay strong for her.

padme decided to go to mufustar and see him herself. she insisted that you can go and wait on the ship in case anything goes wrong. you worry for her and the babies. C3PO followed quickly behind as you and padme entered the ship.

you felt a force presence in the ship, obiwan’s force presence.

the journey on the ship to mufustar was tense and quiet. padme sighed every minute or two, she is constantly clenching her hands. you wanted to comfort her, yet you don’t feel sure about your consolation.

the ship landed on mufustar and padme held her temple. the planet is disgusting and scalding with lava. you couldn’t imagine anakin living on this planet.

anakin came running down the bridge towards the ship, and padme opened the door. you hugged her one last time before she left the ship, unknowingly, it is the last hug you’ll get from her.

“obiwan! why did you sneaked onto the ship!” you forced the door open. “you knew how this could go down, and padme clearly wants to do this on her own.”

“y/n, calm down, he is a great threat, remember?” obiwan held your shoulder.

“please, he is my master, you surely can’t kill your own padawan,” you begged him.

“he is also my brother, but you know what must be done,” his force presence conflicted.

“obiwan, no!” you tried to hold him back. you grabbed onto his cloak and arms. “no! please, no!”

“y/n, let go of me,” he said calmly.

“liar!” anakin shouted towards padme. he saw you trying to hold obiwan back; your presence brought trouble to him. he wanted to see you- he never wanted you to see him again, not when he is turned to the dark side- he wanted to see you again when he is about to be so powerful. your little demeanor, compared to obiwan, brought him back to see you as a youngling. when he wanted to save you from a miserable life.

“you’re with him! you brought him here to kill me, and my very own padawan!” anakin shouted. he forced choked padme into the air.

“no-”

“let her go anakin!” obiwan commanded as you let go of him. “let. her. go.” padme fell onto the ground; you ran to her. anakin forced pushed you back and you stumbled towards the floor. you got up again and looked him in the eyes.

“you’ve turned her against me!” anakin shouted towards obiwan. “join me, my padawan.”

“don’t bring her into this hole of self-destruction you’ve made for yourself,” obiwan replied.

“you’ll not take her away from me!” he took off his cloak and obiwan did the same.

“your anger and your lust for power had already done that,” he walked slowly towards padme’s body. “you’ve become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

“i do not fear the dark side as you do!” anakin shouted, “i see through the lies of the jedi. i’ve brought peace and securing to my new empire!”

“your new empire?” you replied, “you are going to turn to dictatorship? we’re supposed to be loyal to the republic, to democracy!”

“don’t make me go against you, y/n, i do not want to kill my very own padawan,” he replied through his gritted teeth. “if you’re not with me, then you are my enemy!”

“i will do what i must,” obiwan unsheathed his lightsaber.

“you will try.” anakin jumped towards obiwan.

“get her to safety, y/n!”

you took padme back onto the ship and called C3PO for help. it reported that she’s still alive but her body is not responding.

you left the ship and looked for obiwan and anakin, hoping to stop him. their force presence was strong, leaving steps behind their fight. you followed along with the presence; noticing the damaged they’ve made, you’ve hoped that your master is fine.

you’ve arrived just in time to see anakin burned to the ground. your legs shook to the ground.

“no! anakin! master!” you ran towards him. crumbled to the ground next to him, you tried to pull him up.

“y- y/n,” he tried to call out your name, but words barely left his mouth. “look at me please.” he wanted to look at your eyes for the last time, to observe them as long as he can. he knew death was near, and the last thing he wants to know was that he had failed you.

“anakin!” you cried looking into his burnt face, blood seeped through his cheeks. obiwan pulled you off the ground. you tried to grab anakin’s hand but obiwan was too strong. “let me go, please!”

“y/n, we have to leave, padme-”

“let me talk to him one last time,” you begged and squirmed out of his grip. you knelt down beside him and tried to steady him up. you held his hand that is his flesh and tried to feel him as much as you could. his skin was burning and bleeding, turning red and purple every where. “anakin, you were my guardian, my master, and most importantly my brother, i loved you anakin. and i’ll not leave you.”

“y/n, please leave, i’ve failed you,” he spoke softly.

“what? no- no-” obiwan got you again, and this time he won’t let go. “anakin!” and that was the last time you saw him, burning and weakening on the ground.

“i’m so sorry.” that night you left a piece of your heart on mufustar to your beloved brother, anakin skywalker.

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