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kurosstuff · 3 years

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Fluffy Donna! Was requested hehe- also hope it was good? I literally hate this. Haha. Wtf. Also cut it short so I could get it out for you guy- got a bit stressed over this work? So.. take my attempt at soft fluff

Warning(s): angie swears again*once* cause she can and I say so. SLIGHT sexual innuendo(but its not? Someone I had read it over and said it was so-)its Angie. Other then that tooth rotting fluff

Donna Beneviento x reader: Tea time

Waking up beside the doll maker was a blessing as it was a curse. The unveiled lover curled into your side, breath slower than usual indicating she's still asleep, the arm around her moved slightly causing the women to mumble into you, clutching your shirt. In a silent yet loud way of saying "don't leave", smiling sleepily you used your other hand to brush her bangs away-Donna in turn leaned into your hand smiling, melting into your touch even while she slept.

A harsh wack from the head yanked you from the pleasant sight-looking up. Rolling your eyes jokingly at the sight. The cursed side was the rabid doll that yet again kicked your head above you, Angie laid sprawled out like a cat above you both. Mostly cured around Donna's pillow she kicked her legs yet again in her sleep. A scratchy sleep giggle escaped the doll

"Seems shes having a good dream" drawing your attention to the women in your arms, smiling up at you. Cuddling deeper into the crook of your neck. "I wish we could stay like this for the rest of the day" chuckling as you brought a hand to her messy hair- freed from her hair tie, let loose into wild knots and tangles from the tossing and turning of her sleeping- a content sigh escaped her from the head scratches you gave

"Yes. I wish that as well" you started with a hum as you pretending to think "but." Your hand froze on her head thinking aloud, her eye glanced up curiously "what would Lady Dimitrescu say? After all isn't today the date of the tea party?" At that Donna faster then usual shot up from the bed, almost falling out from the realization

Two minutes later you both were dressed-after the relentless teasing on your end, you decided to play it safe for now and leave your beloved alone for the moment. "You know love, this is my favorite time of the day, waking up in your.. arms" she spoke blushing from the attempted compliment. Nevermind your earlier self agreement teasing seemed.. to work in your favor sometimes

"Oh? I have to agree" you spoke placing the comforter 'perfectly' on the bed, turning to face her "mine is when the sun bleeds into the room, engulfing you in its light" slowly walking towards her you wrapped your arms around her waist slowly swaying "the light of my day"

"That I have to disagree with" Donna spoke leaning back in your arms smiling "you are the light of my day." Bringing a thing ling finger down the side of your haw tilting it to her face smiling. Grasping your jaw in her firm steady hand the cool radiating off it "my love, you bring so much happiness in my life-"

"GOD FUCKING DAMN IT- TELL ME TO GET OUT BEFORE YOU DO ALL THIS" a loud shirlly voice gagged at the sight of you guys flirting "MY GOD WHAT A NIGHTMARE" running out of the room, you both laughed at her reaction separating from one another

After getting ready for the day, Donna reached for your hand giving it a gentle squeeze before you both walked out hand in hand. "So what do you think she has planned?"

"Not sure.. she may try to get the rest of the cake from last night" Donna spoke-glancing over towards you with a shrug, drawing a gentle laugh from you "or she could try getting you to eat plywood again" a almost smug smile appeared on Donna's face at the comment

"Oh come on love, that was one time" you grimaced at the memory, one of the first nights living in the manor and somehow Angie convinced you that this 'cookie' she made was a gift from the lady of the house. What a fool you were-you should have guessed but- with it being so late you chalked it up for a stupid sleepy moment.

You can still imagine her cackles after you ate it- the only good thing out of it was that being the first time hearing Donna's voice. Even though it was just her saying "oh my" that voice, the calm deep voice made you happy for make fool of yourself.

Even eating plywood

You still aren't sure how you didn't break any teeth from it either-

"-/N? Hey love are you ok?" Snapping back into the present you looked beside you, Donna looked concerned like something was wrong, worry written in her face but most of all-the nervousness in her eye showed how concerned she really was, other then the indicator of her twitching hand-a way for her to show her emotions through her hands, a habit she picked up before she felt comfortable to not wear her veil "what's on your mind?"

"You" the automatic response made you both freeze, before giving your hand a squeeze she looked away with a slight blush-caught off guard with such a bold move.

Entering the kitchen, Angie was running about yelling- pans and water flinging everywhere with a bang. "Angie calm down we're here" you tried blaming her but, that seemed to just wild her up even more proceeding with her jumping onto the kitchen counter, knowing what she was going to do you ran over to her only to catch her in time

"Ok no sweets for you today missy" you gently scolded the Rowdy doll who grumbled in your arms, placing her down Angie ran to the table sitting holding the fork and knife(plastic, you learned your last mistake, no more starwars for her that's for sure) smiling at the childlike doll you jokingly rolled your eyes.

Placing the plate of glazed donuts onto the table Angie quickly snatched two cutting into it viciously then proceeded to mimick eatting it, siting down beside Donna who grabbed your hand gently rubbing the back of it with her thumb, "eat slower dear. We have a tea party scheduled today remember?" Donna spoke quietly in an attempt to remind the doll-who froze

"...did you guys think it was today?" Angie stated uncharacteristically calm before laughing loudly "TODAY? HAHA THE TALL GIRLY WOULD HAVE KILLED YOU BOTH IF THAT WAS THE CAS-" She laughed before choking the fork in her mouth going too deep, coughing it up it flew hitting the ground with a thump. "Ow."

"Oh Angie" you said kneeling down to the child doll, bringing the napkin to her face to dab it gently, from the look she gave-if she could she would have rolled her eyes at you. "Please eat slower or you'll choke"

"Choke?" Angie said before giggling, the same one everyone knew. Not anything good "kinda like how Donna choked on-"

"ANGIE" Donna yelled strained, face flushed. A loud cackling was heard before the quiet pitter patter of footsteps rushed off "I swear she will be the death of me" shaking her head she looked away to watch her as she ran

"She is a riot that's for sure" standing up you picked the dishes stacking them on one another, going over to the sink you gently placed them in as you started to wash them.

Coming up from behind you Donna wrapped her arms around your waist, "Let me help love" she whispered in your ear making you shiver in response. Chuckling softly she pulled away grabbing a plate, washing it beside you. Glancing to the women beside you, a smile came across your face.

The quiet nature combined with the.. rowdy if you'd call it nature of Angie it made life interesting to say the least. Glancing to your lover to the doll who helped you both seal the deal. It made it worth it, You'd never give this life up for anything.

#can you tell the begining is just me sleep writing or no?#god this sucks actually #i need new headers #also no donna didnt choke on anything bad you pervs #Also i hope the fluff was at least decent??? idk #angie got grounded... again #in the same week #flirty donna is best donna really haga #haha #fucking hell #BOLD DONNA? YEAH #donna beneviento x reader #donna x reader #angie needs to cut the donuts or she will attempt and has attempted to shove the whole thing- in her mouth.#she choked

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darthkruge · 3 years

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Okay :3

Could I ask for some quick little hc’s on the reader getting hurt on a mission?

I just need worried and protective Ani rn 🥺

Thank you Butterscotch 💞💝

Anakin x Reader Who Gets Hurt on a Mission Headcanons

Warnings: I mean talk of injuries but no in depth ones discussed. Mainly just protective and worried Anakin with some soft Ani thrown in there too because I physically think I’m incapable of not adding that.

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A/N: Yes my love of course!! I love worried and protective Ani <3 I know you said quick little headcanons but I fucking love protective!Anakin and the getting hurt on a mission thing is one of my favorite tropes lmao so this kinda took on a life of its own.

gif credit i really like this gif- like a lot-

Okay first off Anakin is already so protective. He hates that you’re in dangerous situations when you go on missions and he hates it when he can’t go with you. That being said, he knows you’re powerful and competent and he would never doubt your abilities as a Jedi.

Honestly, his protectiveness says far more about him than you. He’s not worried that you’re not strong enough; he’s worried he’s not strong enough. If you get hurt, he thinks he failed somehow.

As soon as he sees you get hit, he’s there in an instant. If it happens in the middle of a battle, getting you to safety is his main priority. He’ll scoop you up in his arms and get you out of there immediately.

If it’s more like someone hurts you directly, like a one-on-one thing, he’s going insane. Picture someone stabbing or hitting you to the point where you’re unconscious and bleeding on the floor. Anakin immediately flashes back to losing his mother, to when he wasn’t able to save someone he loved.

He will kill them if they’re still a threat to you. If not, it’s not like he’s letting them just walk away. He’s infuriated. He first steps in front of your body, shielding you from them. And he’s livid, he’s glaring at them and anyone could tell he’ll fight to the death for you.

His lightsaber ignites, illuminating his enraged expression and they just know they fucked up.

Even so, you are his priority. Revenge never comes first when it’s between that and keeping you safe. His thought process is: deal with danger as quick as I can so I can go make sure they’re okay.

He runs up to you and, if you’re unconscious, he’s gently trying to coax you awake. He’ll whisper softly, all “Can you hear me?” “Open your eyes for me, baby.” “Please, Y/N, please let me see your gorgeous eyes.” “Come on, angel, let me know you’re okay”

His eyes are scanning your body, looking for any possible injuries that he needs to attend to.

Regardless of what the injuries are, he’s picking you up. He’s not letting you walk or put any pressure on any parts of your body.

He scoops you up as gently as he can and moves as evenly as he can while rushing you back to the ship, trying not to jostle you around too much.

If you whimper or hiss in pain from the movements, he looks at you so apologetically and whispers an “I’m so sorry, just a little longer, okay?”

And you’ll nod at him with tears in your eyes and it just makes his heart ache. He hates knowing you’re in pain and that he wasn’t able to stop it or take it away.

When he gets you back to the ship, he’ll lay you down and try to attend to your injuries as best he can. He’ll grab some gauze and bandages and wrap your wounds, desperate to stop the blood loss. If there aren’t any supplies, he’ll just rip parts of his shirt off to use as bandages. After he did that once you secretly hope they forget the supplies again because-

After he finishes that, you’re normally really cold and exhausted from the blood loss. He wraps you up in all the blankets they might have and pulls his Jedi robe off and puts it around you, too. He knows it brings you comfort and, honestly, it’s really fucking warm.

He talks to you to try and keep you awake. He’ll tell you stories and although he tries to be strong for you, you can hear his voice shake and his words become faster, sure signs that he’s fucking terrified.

That’s honestly what gets you to stay awake, more than anything else. You don’t want him to panic. You’ll try to hold his hands, if your injuries allow, and constantly move your thumb against the back of his hand as he does the same to you. The constant movement reminds him you’re alive and conscious and okay.

As soon as you land on Coruscant, he immediately brings you to medbay. He doesn’t care, you can complain about how much you don’t want to and how you’re fine all you want, he won’t hear it. He got a little upset once because you were desperate and said “please, Ani, please don’t make me go. I just want to go back to our bed and have you hold me. That’s the only thing that could make me feel better right now.”

He was upset because he hates turning you down, especially when you ask like that. The only time he’ll turn you down is if he’s trying to keep you safe.

He tries to force them to let him stay with you as they run diagnostics, literally yelling out and attempting every trick in the book. Even so, it doesn’t work. They calmly tell him to go sit in the waiting room and they’ll get him when the tests are finished.

He watches them take you away and he paces in the room, chewing on his fingernails and running his hands through his hair in worry. He normally somehow ends up finding his way into a chair and he ends up breaking down. He’ll have his head in his hands, tears streaming down his cheeks as he prays to the Maker that you’ll be alright. He’d do anything, so long as you’re alright.

When they finally call him back, saying your tests are done he’ll run back into the room. You see his disheveled appearance and bloodshot eyes and you immediately reassure him that you’re going to be okay.

As soon as he can take you home, back into his arms you go. Once again, you’re not walking, so don’t even try it. Further, he just wants to hold you. You normally kind of turn your head into his chest, embarrassed that he has to carry you through the Temple where anyone can see you in this weakened state.

Meanwhile, Anakin is staring daggers at anyone who even attempts to look in your direction. His arms tighten around you, keeping you close and you’ve honestly never felt safer.

He gets you back to the apartment and gently places you on the bed. He looks you over again, just making sure they didn’t miss any of your injuries before he pulls the covers up and comes next to you.

He’ll get you some water and a bit of food, wanting you to get something in your system to help replenish your body. He stays with you the whole time, making sure you eat and drink at least a little bit.

Even though the medical droids helped, you’re still in pain and he tries to help in whatever way he can. He can see your eyes screwing up as you try to move and get comfortable in bed and he’s just “I know it hurts, baby. I’m so sorry, here, let me help you, okay?” “What can I do to make it better”

He helps you get settled, pulling you with him in his strong arms until you find a position that allows you to sleep.

Sometimes you’re shaken up from getting hurt. You’ll tell him how afraid you are or, more frequently, he just knows. He tells you “You’re safe now, my love.” “No one’s going to hurt you ever again.” “It’s okay, I took care of them, it’s okay.” “Look at me, angel. They’re gone, alright? It’s just you and me, right here, safe.”

As you drift off, he reminds you how much he loves you and you say it back. He’s always the big spoon on those nights. He puts himself closest to the door, shielding your body with his.

Nights after you get hurt are always very special. He holds you to him as tightly as he can, granted this is mostly dependent on your injuries. And you just love it. You feel safe and he feels like he can keep you like that.

Basically, if you get hurt on a mission, Anakin’s got you. And an enemy has to be pretty stupid to try and hurt you. Not only are you exceptionally badass, but if they somehow get to you, Anakin will hunt them to the ends of the galaxy to ensure they never harm you again.

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rosethornxs · 2 years

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So I am going through it with a cold right now (at least I hope it’s just that, my rapid test was negative), and I’ve been having more thoughts about our dearest Boba Fett. You can find my first caregiver!Boba headcanons here.

GN!Reader, no warnings.

As I’ve said previously, Boba makes sure you’re well taken care of when you’re not feeling well. He’ll either care for you himself, or have someone he trusts look after you. He makes sure you have food that actually interests you and fluids to keep you hydrated, and he makes sure you’re comfortable and that anything you could possibly need or want is available to you.

Right now, I have a pretty nasty cough, I get like this anytime I have a cold. It’s so bad that my back, chest, and head hurt from coughing so much.

Boba would definitely try to help you out with this. He’d put a humidifier in your room with a bit of eucalyptus oil (yes, that exists in Star Wars because I said so) to make sure your lungs and sinuses clear up a bit easier. He’d also draw you a nice hot bath — as hot as you can stand it — with bath oils and more eucalyptus. He’d tell you just to sit back and relax and let the steam do its work. He might gently wash your hair, dragging his fingertips across your scalp and through your hair. He knows some pressure points to help with headaches on your temples and the base of your skull so he’d massage those. He’d rub your neck and shoulder, helping to release any tension you’ve built up from coughing and then her gently massage your face to help ease the pain of enflamed sinuses.

If you wanna stay in the warm water longer he might read to you or play some music and when you’re ready he’d help you out of the tub and towel you dry. He’d pull out his own clean shirt because he knows how much you like the soft fabric and the way it smells like him — like cloves and something earthy. He’d drape it over your shoulders but tell you not to button it just yet. Then he’d pull out a little tub of vaporub (yes this also exists in Star Wars, just trust me) and scoop some onto his fingers. He’d rub it between his hands to warm it up before instructing you to lie back so he can spread it across your chest. His movements would be so gentle but his hands a little rough from the scarring and just work in general. He’d smear the vaporub down your sternum and up your throat spreading it all over to it can have the maximum effect. When he’s done with the front he’d ask you to sit up and he’d tug the back of his shirt down so he could do the same thing to your back. His hands would feel heavenly, of course — so big and warm, knowing exactly where and how to touch you to make you feel better.

Once he’s done with that he’d arrange the pillows so you’re not lying flat because that always sucks when your nose is congested (you know, when one side is all stuffy and gross and the other is dry as the desert and everything is agonizing). When he’s sure you’re perfectly comfortable he’ll tuck you in with as many blankets as you want and then he’ll bring you some tea (sleepytime tea, which also exists, don’t question it).

If you need anything at all he has a little comm set up and tells you to just buzz him and he’ll come right away, doesn’t matter if he’s in the middle of something, your comfort and well-being are his priority.

If you want to sleep, something he definitely encourages, he’ll dim the lights, put on some white noise, kiss your forehead and take his leave. If you’re not tired, he’ll either stay and read to you some more (a headcanon you can read about here) or he’ll put on a holodrama for you and do a bit of work in the other room.

Boba would do the most for you when you’re sick (he always does the most for you because he’s bad at words and shows his affection through acts of service). Soft Boba, my beloved, we have no choice but to stan.

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the-lady-of-stars · 3 years

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In Another Life

Fives x Jedi ! Reader

Requested by: @marvel-starwars-nerd and an anon (I combined your prompts, hope thats okay!) “I don’t want this to end” and “Whatever you do don’t cry, because if you cry I’ll start crying too”

A/N: Sorry in advance, troopers.

A traitor to the Republic. That’s what they’d called him. They had said that Fives was conspiring against them, accusing the Kaminoans of planting chips in the clones’ brains to control them.

The chip, which Fives had broken protocol to remove from Tup, was called an ‘inhibitor chip’ by the Kaminoans. Something to keep them from adopting Fett’s strong will and violence. Fives insisted otherwise, leading you to this very moment on the lower levels of Coruscant.

With Anakin and Rex by your side you slowly edged into the darkened warehouse, calling out for Fives as you went. The lightsaber ignited in your hands was merely standard protocol. You knew that Fives would never hurt you, but the Republic branding him as a dangerous individual meant you had to keep up the act. The excuse of Fives being your boyfriend wasn’t exactly something that could be put on the reports.

The deeper you went into the building, the more you could sense him. The force signiature coming off of Fives was something you would normally bask in and draw peace from, but not today. He radiated nothing but fear, anger and mistrust, still not showing himself to you and your companions. The boys all knew about the relationship between you and Fives. He wasn’t quite the most secretive man in the galaxy, and had the tendency to brag.

Anakin, clearly sensing the pure worry and unease radiating from you, sent you a reasurring look, although it never met his eyes.

“Fives,” you called out, trying to pinpoint his location. “It’s okay, we’re not here to hurt you. Just come out, everything will be okay.”

“Thank you, thank you for trusting me,” Fives’ voice echoed through the crate-filled warehouse, making it hard to figure out where it had come from. The three of you span slowly, trying to catch a glimpse of the rogue trooper. His voice was shaky, the notes wavering in his throat. “Have you come without troops?” He insisted, too nervous to keep his fear hidden.

“We have,” Anakin reassured, voice steady so as not to startle Fives.

“Put down your weapons then!” Fives sounded frantic, like a loth cat cornered by hungry varactyls. You felt your heart twist at the notion that your own boyfriend felt the need to defend himself against you, his brother and his friend.

Anakin, casting aside emotion to stick to military protocol, denied Fives’ request, still slightly on edge about his accusations about the Jedi and the chips.

“Please sir, please- I’m unarmed,” Fives pleaded. You turned to find Rex and Anakin both with expressions of sorrow that matched your own.

With a nod, Anakin sheathed his saber, and Rex set his pistols down on a nearby crate. You copied them, attaching your saber to its hilt at your belt.

“What are we here for, Fives?” Anakin pressed, knowing that every moment they wasted was a moment the Coruscant Guard gained on them, and he knew they wouldn’t be as willing to accomodate.

“I need your help,” he called, desperation thick in his words.

Anakin reassured the trooper that he was here to help, telling Fives that he understood he ‘wasn’t well.’ Clearly, this was the wrong thing to say, as Fives suddenly became upset, voice raising.

“I’m not crazy! Please- just hear what I have to say,” he begged, voice growing clearer, allowing you to pinpoint him behind two stacks of crates.

With one last shared look, the three of you drew closer to Fives’ location. Before you could reach him, Fives entrapped you all in a ray shield, then finally emerged once he knew you couldn’t harm him.

Anakin, knowing this wouldn’t do Fives any good once the Coruscant Guard arrived, slammed his fist against the shield in anger. He already knew how low the chances were for his friend, the Kaminoans were fond of reconditioning for even the slightest misbehaviour, but this would only serve to make things ten times worse.

“I just need you to listen to me,” Fives reassured, raising his empty hands to show that he meant no harm. “Please!” he cried out.

“I’m not really sure we have any other choice!” Anakin snapped, worry for Fives turning into anger due to his lack of control in the situation.

Fives’ voice broke, almost whimpering as he yelled “I was framed- because I know the truth! The truth about a plot- a massive deception!”

Fives’ body was shaking, arms restless as he panicked, pacing fearfully, clutching his head and tensing his fists. He looked wildly overwhelmed, almost in pain at how he couldn’t get anyone to believe him.

“There’s a sinister plot,” he shouted, “in the works, against the Jedi! I have proof of it! I can prove- that everything that I know is true beyond a shadow of a doubt!”

“Fives, please-” you tried to speak calmly but you were nearly in tears over seeing your Fives like this, your voice trembling. His eyes raced from side to side, peeled wide in terror, desperation in every breath he took.

Anakin interrupted you, voice stern. “Show me the evidence.”

Fives dug his fingers back into his head, as though he were trying to rip the thoughts out of his brain. Pink marks crowned his head from the way he was scratching into it.

“The evidence- it’s- it’s in here-” Fives pointed aggressively at his brain, fully aware that the Kaminoans had injected him with something to make him lose his memories before he could speak to the Chancellor. His eyes held nothing but devastation, gleaming with unshed tears and pain. “It’s in all of us!” he recalled, desperately trying to explain, “every clone!”

“What is it?” Rex pushed, trying to extract clear words from his brother.

“Organic chips- built into our genetic code,” Fives said, defeat swallowing up his voice. He leaned exhausted to rest on a stack of crates, pressing his arm and forehead against them. “To make us do whatever someone wants.” Fives felt powerless in that moment. The Republic had always made him feel like a pawn, but this was the first time Fives truly understood what his older brothers meant when they spoke about being nothing but property. What difference could one clone make, especially one who had the entire coruscant guard and a Jedi on the hunt for him. “Even kill the Jedi. It’s all in here-” he repeated in a frenzy, poking his head again and again.

Anakin scowled, not believing Fives’ words. You turned to look at Rex, seeing how upset he looked. He ran his hand over his hair in stress, sending you a dejected look when he caught your gaze.

“Let’s just get you some help first then we can review everything,” Anakin spoke, trying to deescalate the situation. “It’ll be okay, Fives, we’ll sort this out.” Anakin said the words as though nothing major were happening, as if everything was fine.

Fives finally reached his limit, feeling shattered at the lack of understanding.

“You don’t believe me!” he howled.

“Fives,” Rex tried to soothe him, brotherly instinct overwhelming him. “We are listening to you. We only want to help.”

“How do I know you’re not tricking me?” Fives asked rapidly. “How do I know it won’t be a trap?”

You couldn’t stand back and listen any more.

“Fives, please, look at me. You know for a fact that not one of us would lay a finger on you. We all care about you Fives, and we want to hear everything you have to say. I mean it. We’ll listen,” you pleaded with him, pressing one hand up against the ray shield.

Fives shakily stumbled forward, lifting a trembling hand to press it against where yours lay on the other side of the shield. He looked deep into your eyes, the look he gave you making you want to sweep him away and hold him for the rest of your life. You wished more than anything that you could take him away from all of this. Why did it have to be your Fives getting caught up in this mess. If only you could take him to some outer-rim planet where you would never be found, and soothe all of his worries with tender kisses and soft spoken words.

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“Princess?”

“Yeah, Fives?”

“You ever thought about after the war?”

“What about it?”

You lay secure on Fives’ chest in your bed, resting your eyes as he swept patterns into the skin of your back.

“What you’d like life to be like, I mean. Like, I d’uno, a family maybe?”

Maybe you were just tired, but you were sure you could detect a hint of hopefulness in his words.

“A family, huh? Yeah, I s’pose have. Is that something you’d like?”

“Y-yeah,” Fives felt himself flush. Get it together, trooper. “W-with you, I mean. Maybe a kid or two if you want. We could have a little house out on Naboo. It could be in the countryside. We could go swimming in the waterfalls. I’m sure General Skywalker could set us up with a place. Get- get married maybe?” Fives subtly wiped his sweaty palms on the sheets, hoping you wouldn’t notice how nervous the proposition made him.

“I’d like that.”

He let out a sigh.

“I’d like that a lot.”

If you had secretly been awake when Fives had whispered “gn’a make you my wife,” he didn’t need to find out.

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Fives gasped, thinking about what would happen if the clones were ordered to take out the Jedi. Even the brief thought of him mindlessly shooting you caused him to jolt back. He began to explain how he thought everything linked back to the Chancellor, how every part of his intuition told him to believe it.

“He’s capable of it, I swear to you, General,” he tried to reason with Anakin, but before he could get another word in the Coruscant Guard leapt out from behind some crates, pointing their blasters at Fives.

Calls of “stand down, trooper” and “get on your knees” rang through the building. You watched in horror as Fives turned his gaze to Rex’s abandoned pistols.

“Fives, no- stop!” you screamed, but it was too late.

He lunged for the pistols, clutching one with a yell of “get away from me!”

Then silence, deafening silence. Your vision turned to slow-motion as Commander Fox fired a shot square into Fives’ chest. You felt a cry escape your throat but never heard it, feeling like you were about to faint.

Fives collapsed, hitting the ground in a position which allowed you to see the large short-range blaster shot staining the pure white duraplast of his armour. Rex beat his hands against the barrier, desperatley trying to break through to hold his brother. The second a member of the Guard shot the shield down you fell to your knees at his side, Rex at your side.

“Fives,” you sobbed, tears flowing freely. You reached over to cup his cheek, bringing his gaze to look at you. Fives was dazed, feeling the life force drain from him as he bled out on the duracrete floor. The blood loss began to make him dizzy, his thoughts no longer focused on the conspiracy, turning to you instead. You were crying. His girl was crying and he wasn’t doing anything about it. He’d always hated seeing you cry.

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“Hey, Princess, I’m hom- woah, woah, woah-” Fives froze, startled by the image of you curled up in a ball on the floor leaning against your bed while crying your eyes out. He immediately ran over, sliding to his knees by your side. “Hey, what’s the matter?” he cooed, reaching to pull your hands from your eyes. He felt his heart tighten at the sight of your reddened eyes, the tears clinging to your eyelashes. “Oh, shhh,” he soothed, bringing you into his chest as you sobbed wildly. Fives sat and rocked you gently in his arms until your sobs slowed into hiccups and gasps, murmuring sweet nothings tenderly into your ear.

“Feelin’ better?” he spoke softly, punctuating his question with a kiss to your cheek.

“Mmhmm,” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he wiped away your tears.

“That’s my girl. You’re okay, Princess. I’ve got you. I’ll always take care of you I swear. Now, make a promise for me?”

You hummed in agreement, waiting for him to state his promise.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t cry alone ever again. Next time you need to cry, come find me or send me a quick comm and I swear I’ll be right there to hold you. Promise?”

You smiled lovingly, “promise.”

“Thas’ my girl.”

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“H-hey- hey, don’t you go crying on me now, pretty thing. ‘Cos if you cry I’ll start cryin’, you hear me?”

This only made you weep harder, clutching at his shoulder.

“Fives, no, no- don’t do this. Don’t. You’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be fine. I’m here, Rex is here, we’ve got you,” your voice shook heavily as you barely managed to get the words out between choked sobs.

Fives chuckled after a gasp, shooting a beaming smile in your direction.

“C’mon, you’re a clever girl. You and I both know this is the end of the line for me. I’m not gonna be here too much longer, Princess, but you remember that promise you made me, yeah? When I’m gone, you’re not gonna spend your time cryin’ over me. You’re gonna go find a friend, someone you trust, and cry it out with them so they can look after you. Okay?”

You burst into tears again, unable to respond to him.

“I’ll look after her, vod. I swear it, you have my word. We’ll look after eachother,” Rex choked, tears flowing down his face. He reached over and grasped his brother’s hand tightly, squeezing it in reassurance.

Fives smiled, a look of peace overcoming him at the thought of his girl and his brother looking out for eachother when he wasn’t there to do it himself.

“Thas’ good. Mmm. Good.” Fives blinked, finding the idea of sinking into the darkness more and more tempting every second.

“Fives, no, don’t go. Please- I don’t want this to end. I love you, I love you so much Fives, please don’t leave me!”

Fives mustered up all the energy he had left to grin at you, the cheeky grin that showed off his teeth he’d always give you when he’d make fun of you.

“I love you too, Princess. I always will. I’m sorry I have to go, but I promise I’ll see you again some day. Even in another life, I’ll find you. You’ll always be my girl.”

And with that, Fives slipped away, succumbing to the peace that was sinking into his heart. He’d find you again. In another life.

#fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader #clone wars imagine #star wars imagine #star wars x reader

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dar'manda (Mando x f!reader)

Chapter 2: A Valuable Friend

Summary: After surviving the Empires attack on Nevarro, you reluctantly go back to your monotonous life. But when the Mandalorian returns, you find yourself in a new position you never would have expected: his friend.

Warnings: Me making shit up about Mandalorian culture whoops, alcohol consumption & getting sick (reader gets drunk), some self-deprecation on the part of the reader, vague talks about having children, mature language (real life and starwars),

Word Count: ~6.5k

Notes: (more at the end for important note on one line in the fic)

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No. NO?!

How and why would you -

Did you really -

You really kriffed up that one.

Not only was that the single most embarrassing moment of your life, but you also just blew your first real chance at escaping this prison sentence of a planet.

Ever since you arrived on Nevarro you’ve wanted to leave. It was something of an accident, ever ending up here in the first place.

After the death of your mother, you were effectively an orphan, although old enough to care for yourself. In fact, you had already been caring for yourself and your sickly mother ever since your older sister left to fight in the rebellion. You always admired her bravery, her passion to do good in a galaxy that had treated her so poorly. You only wished you had half of her sense of purpose. So, when your mother finally passed, you decided you needed a change. You needed to find your purpose. You had nothing and no one to hold you back, so why not search for it in every remote corner of the newly liberated galaxy?

After gathering your dwindling stash of credits, you caught a ride to every backwater skughole you could find, just for a change of scenery. Along the way you learned that being a young – relatively attractive – humanoid had its fair share of advantages. It wasn’t long until you picked up certain…skill sets…to help you survive. But you didn’t get very far. You somehow ended up on Nevarro with little to no credits remaining. Meaning you were stuck in the same position you had been desperate to leave behind in the first place – broke and alone. You figured you could pick up a job to save up, but it barely paid enough to get by. You were stranded.

But suddenly the perfect opportunity to get away from it all had landed in your lap. In a moment you were granted the perfect opportunity to flee this hell hole and never look back. But in that same moment your incredible ability to self-sabotage just couldn’t be contained.

You had no kriffing clue why he would ask you – someone he barely knew – to join him on his new adventure, but nevertheless he did. Had you really proven yourself that trustworthy, or was he just able to see that you were evidently no threat to him? But why even ask you in the first place? How could he know of your deep desires to traverse the galaxy?

You were baffled. So much so that in that overwhelming moment your confused consciousness decided to betray you. What in the outer rim could possess you to say no. To travel the galaxy with a Mandalorian, The Mandalorian that you couldn’t get out of your head.

He said join him. But now you realize he probably just meant like for a little while, until their next stop. Right? But your flustered idiotic brain had to go and overthink it. In your panicked state you started to imagine what it would be like to travel with the Mandalorian and his child. To see the galaxy, as you always dreamed, at the side of a man who could protect you from anything. There would be no safer companion, but maybe that's just it. You’d been crushing on him so hard that being stuck in confined quarters with him might not be the best scenario. There’s no way you could force yourself to act normal for that long. And that must have been the thought racing through your head at light speed when you choked out the words you may now live to regret.

A week later you decide its probably time to get over him. Your crush over Mando has only caused you pain and put you in unbearably uncomfortable situations. You’d be much better off forgetting about him and moving on with your life. Besides, you don’t even really know him. You’ve probably spent a collective hour or so with him, maybe a bit longer if you add up all of the small conversations you held whenever he bought supplies from you.

It’s not even a real crush, just some lustful wishing. Do you secretly wish he’d take you out behind the cantina and fuck you into the next millennia? Yes. Would you let him do absolutely anything he wanted to you... probably? But is that very realistic? What is all of that really based on anyway? A suit of armour. His hypermasculine gait. The intensity behind his unflinching helmet. Nothing really about him. You don’t know his name, or his age. What he even looks like, but you bet it wouldn’t matter. No-

You need to stop those thoughts if you’re ever going to get past this. You. Do not. Know him. Therefore, there is no logical reason you should have any emotions invested in him. And that’s that. The plain and simple truth. It just doesn’t make any sense. So, you need to stop. Take control of your horny ass brain and stop thinking about him.

And just then – as if the Maker himself planned it – the Mandalorian walked by your booth. The sight of his broad shoulders almost erases all thoughts of letting go of your feelings. But just then you notice something. Something in the way he’s moving through the bazaar. It strikes you as odd, almost as if he were stalking prey. He’s hunting, you think. He scans over the area, but a little too erratically for someone of his status. You thought he’d be more elegant, sticking to the shadows until the right moment. Invisible. Deadly. However, here he is frantic. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was afraid.

You don't know how one of the most frightening beings in the galaxy can become a beacon of panic and worry, but there he was. Suddenly, he spots you and makes his way over in several large strides, making quick work to shorten the previously large gap between you.

“Have you seen him?” he barks forcefully.

“Who?” you ask, immediately catching the worriy in his tone.

“The child, my-”

“You lost your kid?!” Your worst suspicions confirmed before he even finishes his sentence.

“I didn’t - I thought he’d be safer with me than on the ship. I looked away for one second-” and then you hear it. His fear finally pried its way into his voice and cracked it. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he may be on the verge of tears.

“Hey it’s okay,” you place a hand just below his pauldron, grabbing his warm, thick bicep. If the situation had been different you might have let yourself think about the fact that only a slip of fabric separated you from him. That only millimetres below was a man of flesh and blood, not of cold hard metal. “I’ll help you find him,” his tension melting away slightly at your words and your touch, so you continue. “You take this side of the market and I'll look over there,” you insist, hoping that giving him some sort of tactical plan might spring him back into bounty hunter mode and away from panicked Dad.

“Thank you,” he stops, and stares at you. “I’m sorry I never asked…”

But you finish his thought, and finally tell him your name. You can’t believe after all that has happened, all the times he came to your vendor, your dumb ass never told him your name. But he nods and returns quickly to his search for the kid.

You turn on the spot and sweep the area with your gaze. In that moment you think back to when you were small. You loved to hide. You were amazing at it. So good, that your father once looked for you for over an hour and the only way to lure you out was with the promise of your favourite Alderaanian sweets. You use that memory and thought where you might have hidden. The market is buzzing and booming, much livelier now that the Imps were gone, and amongst all the chaos it would be natural for a child to feed off the wild energy. You begin peering under other merchant tables, behind walls and crates, when you stumble across a vase. Oddly out of place, but the perfect size for a little green monster to hide. You lean closer and hear a distinct coo as you tilt the lid back. Those giant black orbs staring back at you fill you with relief. You scoop up the child as you wonder how the hell he would have even got in there in the first place, never mind how he then placed the lid back on top.

You move quickly to find his flustered father, hoping to give him that same sense of relief you just experienced. When you do find him, he meets your gaze and moves quickly towards you. So quick it's unbelievable. One minute he was across the bazaar, the next he was scooping the baby up from your arms.

“Don’t ever do that again kid. You had me worried sick.” the child’s mischievous grin suddenly disappeared at this scolding and he became quiet in his father’s arms. “I better let Cara and Karga know. I was with them when he went missing and they also went looking for him.”

“Tell them to meet us in the cantina, I think you could use a drink… or at least a minute to unwind,” you silently curse yourself for being such an idiot. Offering a Mandalorian a drink might be the most oblivious and inconsiderate gesture you could make. In your shameful silence you watch Mando place the child in a floating orb. You recognize it as the same one that trailed him into town on the day everything went down.

“Don't you have to go back to work?” Mando questions, kindly skipping over your foolish comment.

“It was a slow day, and the sun is almost down, which means I’m almost off anyway. I don’t think my boss will miss me. But I mean, if you prefer to be alone I-”

“No, please come” He interrupts. “Without you I may have lost him for good.”

“I seriously doubt that Mando. I don’t know if you know this, but you are a bounty hunter.”

And then he chuckles. Like an actual laugh. Quick, quiet, and modulated, but still there. You think about memorizing the gorgeous sound, which also makes you wonder how often that happens. When was the last time he actually laughed? And what it would take to make him truly laugh? Loudly and unabashedly. You wonder what circumstance would allow him to fully let his walls down around you. How you would fall apart at the sound of his full tenor. Finally, you make a mental note to scold yourself later for these thoughts.

As the three of you make your way to the cantina you decidedly lag one step behind the Mandalorian, walking right next to the floating orb that contains the child, just to make sure the kid doesn’t pull anything before you can get there. You’re shocked at how Mando can be so trusting of this little menace so soon, letting the orb follow him without keeping an eye directly on the kid. It’s starting to make more sense how he might have gotten lost in the first place.

When you finally reach the cantina Cara and Karga are already set down at a table with possibly the largest bottle of spotchka you’ve ever seen sitting centre of the table. You take the seat next to Cara, while Mando places himself directly across from you, next to Karga.

“So, we have you to thank for the capture of this bounty huh?” Karga somewhat insensitively jests as he glances over to the child. In fact, you think you see Mando stiffen at these words. The last time you were all together was in service of protecting the child from the people who put a bounty on him in the first place.

“She’s truly a wonder.” Cara says in an attempt to lighten the mood. “I mean how’d you find the little bugger?”

“Truthfully? It sounds kind of odd, but I put myself in his position. I just thought about what I would have done when I was a child” You answer back to her, a little embarrassed at your confession. “I remembered how I liked to hide when I was that age. I figured he’d probably be wanting to have some fun. Of course, he couldn’t know that hiding in the middle of a crowd was only fun for him.” You continue as you look down into your hands, slightly lost in your thought, “Kids are often like that, giving us grief for their own enjoyment. But it really is a wonder. They seem to have an ability to find joy in the most desolate of places. They still see magic in the galaxy; they still believe in the impossible.” A subtle comfort fills your chest, and you smile as you remember your time spent with children back on your home planet. Time spent with your younger brother. You glance up at the child in his crib, “They have natural curiosity for the world around them. An endless hope for what the galaxy could be.” When you finish you look back to the group at the table, only to see the shared glances of amusement between Cara and Karga at your naïve outlook. You felt a little embarrassed at their reaction, but it didn’t last.

A droid disrupts the uncomfortable silence by approaching your table with 2 extra glasses, obviously unaware of the fact Mando would not be joining in the drinking. Good to know your common sense was on the level of a bartender droid.

You however were unsure of what to do. It wasn’t that you were necessarily opposed to the beverage now being offered to you by Karga, but this didn’t seem like the right time to indulge. You had probably already embarrassed yourself enough in front of this particular group for one night. So, when the child began to stir in his crib you took it as an opportunity to forgo the beverage and focus on him. With your arms reached out towards the child, you suddenly think to get the consent of his guardian. You look up at the Mandalorian and smile when you receive a silent nod from him. After grabbing the child and setting him in your lap, you hope that you had successfully removed yourself from the attention of the others.

“You like kids then?” Cara pries at your thoughts, trying to continue your previous chain of conversation.

“Well, I haven’t really been around them in a while, not since being home. There were always so many children in my village, and they were always so filled with wonder. It made me see the world a little brighter.” You finish, hoping the conversation ends there.

“Ever think you’ll have your own?” She continues, obviously seeing the gleam in your eye as you speak.

You laugh at this question but honestly you hadn’t really thought of it. You’ve never been able to picture a future like that. Husband. Kids. Home. It had been too long since you had any feeling of security to hope for that type of life. You'd pretty much spent more of your life alone than with your family, to the point where you don't even know what it’s really supposed to look like.

When you don’t give her an answer past laughter, Cara switches her attention to the Mandalorian, “How ‘bout you Mando, ever thought you’d end up with a kid of your own?” and you turn back to the baby, hoping that you had finally left the center of the conversation.

It seems to work as you overhear the members of your table switch their topic to the criminals that still plague Nevarro, and the recent advances ‘Marshall Dune’ has made in her efforts to clean the town.

Tuning them out, you begin to play with the child, making faces and babbling along to his adorable coos. The child becomes fascinated by the idea of hiding your face behind your hands, only to suddenly reappear seconds later, and he tries to pry your hands away every time. After popping your face out for the tenth time the child begins to reach for your face again, but this time grabbing your nose, and you can’t help but giggle at his precious three-fingered grip. However, when his tiny hand slips to your cheek, a sudden wave of emotions rips over you, and you feel overwhelmed by a grief you haven’t felt in years. Your eyes tear up, and you remember flashes of a memory you’ve worked hard to repress. Standing in a dark closet huddling tight to your brother and sister. Then, the loudest sound you’ve ever heard fills your ears and-

“Kid!” Mando bellows and removes the child from your grip. You turn away from the table and look up at the Mandalorian, cheeks drenched by your tears and barely able to breathe. He sets the child in his pram, and crouches in front of you. “Hey, it’s okay just breathe, slowly, breathe. You’re okay, you’re safe,” he reminds you, holding your knees. It takes a few moments for you to catch your breath, but in those moments, you stare through the visor, past your own reflection, and focus on the eyes that you knew were staring back at you.

“What… was that” You finally manage to choke out.

“The kid, he must have done something to you. He’s got these powers-”

“He made me remember?” You blurt in disbelief.

“Umm, I’m not sure. Maybe. The people he belongs to, the Jedi, they are sorcerers.”

“So, whatever he just did to me… that’s what that woman, the other Mandalorian, was talking about?” You ask.

“Yes, whatever he just did, and more,” Mando adds

“More than that?”

“So far, a lot more.”

You finally snap back to reality, remembering that there are other people present, so you turn to give them a reassuring nod.

“How ‘bout that drink?” Karga asks in an attempt to lighten the mood, and you shoot back the beverage quickly, attempting to wipe the resurfaced memory from existence.

After the first round of spotchka had been downed, Cara and Karga made their way to the bar for more drinks, leaving you and the Mandalorian alone.

“So… you’re stuck with him, huh?” you ask, feeling quite light-headed from the drinks, any filter you previously possessed had now dissipated.

“Well, I wouldn’t say stuck,” Mando states sitting up straight.

“You don’t think you bit off a little more than you can chew? He seems like quite the handful.”

“He’s a good kid.” Mando snaps shortly, making you finally realize he has become defensive from your words.

“Oh. No, I just meant, kids are already a lot of work, I can’t imagine the magic powers make it any easier,” you joke, trying to diffuse your mistake with a small chuckle.

“No, I can’t say they do. Although without him or his powers I’d be dead.” Mando says blankly, as if his words were common knowledge to you.

“Wait, what?” You ask in shock, wondering if in your current state you forgot about some lifesaving event that took place previously.

“Yah, so would Karga.” He glances over at the pair at the bar, and you follow with your eyes. “Saved me from a mudhorn the first day we met. Healed the poison in Karga’s arm when he was attacked by a reptavian.”

“Wow,” you say quietly to yourself, “Look at you go kid. You’re pretty dang special.” You say towards the child, sticking your tongue out and successfully getting the kid to giggle at you.

“Yah he is.” The Mandalorian says quietly, almost a whisper to himself, and with a lightness that makes it sound like he might be smiling.

“So, will you raise him to be Mandalorian as well?” You wonder aloud, taking a swig from your drink, as if you needed to increase your level of inebriation.

“Not necessarily. Although I’ve adopted him as my founding, he belongs with the sorcerer group called the Jedi. My goal is to reunite him with them, but until then, technically yes.”

“Does that mean anyone can be Mandalorian, if they get adopted by one?”

“Yes. But they may not need to be adopted. If someone was old enough, they could simply train under another Mandalorian, and then swear an oath to the Creed once that training is done.” And although you want to know more about how he grew up, some grain of restraint is planted in your brain, thankfully stopping you from prying into his private life. Instead, your interest in the Creed is piqued, and you decide to follow that train of thought instead.

“And is that a difficult process then? I mean, not just anyone would be able to pass it, right?” And even though warning signs were flashing in your brain, telling you not to risk disrespecting the secrecy of the Creed, the Mandalorian responds. He continues to tell you intimate details of his training process, specifically towards the fighting corps, including how his adoptive siblings and he were forced to spar with each other, often walking away with several harsh wounds. He tells you about how he studied the language as much as he could, as it was rarely used, but still sacred among his people. How he had an affinity for languages, and how he specifically enjoyed the simplicity and poetic nature of Mando’a. He tells you of grueling trials, times where he thought he wasn’t going to make it. But he also explains how his low moments lead him to find the strength to persevere.

The whole time he spoke, you stared at him with glimmering eyes. You hung onto every word. Even through the modulator you could hear the care and restrained excitement in his voice,. You could tell just how important this culture was to him, how he cared deeply for the history and sanctity of his people and Creed. And as he spoke with such tenderness, you felt yourself become entranced with his words. As he detailed the responsibilities and dedication to his covert - how important his training had been - you felt something within your heart, a longing sentimentality. His words describing a life you wish you had known. A sense of purpose and duty. A greater cause to fight for. A chosen family with a common mindset. A place in the galaxy.

These were things you had dreamed about for your entire existence. Every day that passed felt meaningless and draining, knowing that you were doing nothing of importance. The life Mando described to you sounded like heaven. The idea of having something to fight for filled your entire body with electricity. You couldn’t help but stare at him with wonder as he detailed to you a life you had always wanted.

“Dank ferric.” He grumbles. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said all that.” Mando says, snapping back from the trance he had found himself in.

“Oh gods, no that’s my fault I shouldn’t have pried.” You try to apologize. “I’ll forget everything you said.” Although you don’t truly know if you had a choice. You think you might never be free from the wishful idea of belonging that had latched onto something deep within you.

“Oh, I don’t mean that I shouldn’t have told you. I trust you won’t do any harm with that information.” He says with a nod towards you and you can’t help but blush at his compliment. Being trusted by Mando might be the highest honour he could give. “I just shouldn’t have gone on so long. I apologize for taking up your time.”

“Mando, you don’t have to apologize for speaking.” You joke, although simultaneoausly noticing the way Mando had stiffened at your words, you continue, “At least not to me,” you say reaching out across the table to grab the Mandalorians hand, a gesture that your sober self would never have had the courage to do. “You obviously care about your heritage, and rightfully so. It sounds magnificent. You should be able to be proud of it.”

“I don’t usually have that privilege. Many people would take advantage of such knowledge.”

“Well, you deserve to have the freedom to talk about something you care about,” you say as you bring your other hand across the table and give a caring squeeze to his hand, “And I swear, the only exploitation you’ll get from me is my claim to babysit your little womp rat whenever you come to town.” you say retracting your hands away from Mando and instead making grabby hands toward the child.

“Well, I don’t know anyone better suited to the job. It would be unwise to deny you that wish, especially now that you have intel on me.”

“Was that a joke, and a complement? From a Mandalorian?” you scoff, “Wow. I never thought I’d live to see it.”

“Does that mean I have to kill you now?” he shifts to the edge of his seat and leans towards you.

“Oh, I’d like to see you try, bucket head.” you tease, knowing full well he could kill you in an instant without even trying. Regardless, you shift forward and cross your arms on the table, challenging him with the mirrored motion.

The two of you stare at each other in silence, your mouth creeping into a mischievous smile. You wonder what might be going through his mind, as all you can think about is the idea of him pinning you to the ground in a millisecond, and just when you think he will break, a voice brings your attention away.

“I think we gotta call it,” Cara says, a little too loudly for her close proximity to your ear. You wince at the intrusion, cursing the fact that you won't get to know how your challenge ended.

“I should be on my way then” the Mandalorian states, “Although I’m still missing some supplies-”

“Lemme grab them for you.” You insist, “I can meet you back at your ship in 30 minutes. Got a list?”

The Mandalorian lists off a handful of items, and you instantly know you have them all in stock. You give him a nod and stand from your booth. “See you in a few.” You say with a wink that you instantly regret the minute you turn your back.

“How long do you think you’ll be gone for?” You question Mando as you approach him with the crateful of supplies he requested.

“Not really sure. If I get any leads on the Jedi, I have to follow them up. Of course, Nevarro is always a safe place to refuel and restock.”

“So, you’ll be back as long as you need shit from me?” you startle yourself with your choice of language, remembering the several shots of spotchka you just downed and how your tongue might be a little looser.

“Not just you.” The Mandalorian states rather quickly, in a tone you’d almost label as flustered. “I can’t get fuel from you,” he continues much more coolly.

“Mhhhm, right. That is true. But no other reason.”

“Another reason for what?”

“For you to come back. Here. I mean you’ve got friends here-”

“I don’t really have friends.”

“Well, that mighta hurt my feelings if I knew you a bit better, but I’m certain Cara and Karga would feel a bit under appreciated. Especially after everything that happened…” You trail off.

“They are much more business partners then friends,” you squint your eyes and raise your brow at him with those words, making him corrects himself, “But sure. If you want to classify them as friends, then yes.”

After a brief silence you somewhat bravely somewhat stupidly ask, “And me?” Eyes wide and hopeful, sober-you would be ashamed. Taking a step towards him you muster up even more courage, “Would I be classified as a friend too?”

“Yes. A valuable one,” He states stepping towards you as well, “One who could teach me something about caring for a child.”

“Oh, no. I know nothing about that. I guess I’m just good at relating to them. Maybe I’m still young at heart” you tease. Something about the Mandalorian tells you he’s got a lot of years behind him, a lot of...experience. You don’t have much evidence to back it up, more of a vibe really.

After another small silence the Mandalorian speaks. “I guess it’s nice to have friendly faces around, for the child's sake. Perhaps I should make it a habit to return until he’s been united with his people”

“And what about you? You don’t go crazy having no one to talk to but the kid?”

“Not much of a talker”

“Except for tonight.”

“Fair.” He bluntly states. “It doesn’t seem too difficult to get information out of you”

“And what do you mean by that?”

“You seem to like to talk, is all”

“Well, it’s been a while since I've been in good company. To be honest I think I talked more tonight than in the past several years''

“I can agree with that.”

“We make a good pair then. Two people who don’t talk yet can’t shut up around each other” And at this point you don’t even know what you’re saying. The proximity to the Mandalorian and the alcohol in your blood are mixing at a dangerous level, making you blurt out things you’re sure you’d never have the courage to say.

In the silence that followed, you are eager to find something to fill it. You think back to how he talked of his upbringing, the joy you felt in his voice. It reminded you of the last time you could remember feeling that way.

“You know, the way you spoke of sparing with your siblings, it reminded me of my childhood.” You say, eager to find something to fill the silence. Normally you don’t mind quiet but drunk you has decided otherwise. “When I was very young my siblings and I would fight constantly, always in good nature of course. We wanted to win the affection of our parents, although they would have loved us either way. But they would cheer us on. They always encouraged our fighting, telling us we would be stronger for it when we were grown.

“When they watched us, they looked so in love, so proud. My mother would turn to my father and say ‘we raised warriors’. It was like they knew things would turn bad. I mean of course there were wars, and the Empire was a constant threat, but somehow, they were always prepared for the worst. Like they were ready for a fight that might never come.”

The Mandalorian stood silently, and it seemed your attempt to relate to him failed spectacularly. However, for a moment, you thought you caught the subtle tilt of his visor. Like he was examining you, maybe unsure of what to make of your lengthy anecdote.

“That does resemble my upbringing.” He spoke softly, finally filling the conversational void. “Quite a lot, actually.” But then silence returned. A buzzing filled your ears from the complete lack of auditory stimulation. You felt yourself becoming unsteady, like the force of the silence was pushing you off balance. You now realized the total effects of your inebriation were hitting you. “Were you-” but before Mando could finish his thought, your stomach forced its contents out violently, and you were lucky enough to find the sense to turn away from him, and rush towards a near alleyway, just in time.

As your body rid itself of the liquid poison, you couldn’t help but let multiple tears spill out of your eyes, unsure if it was from the force of the projectile, or the complete embarrassment.

“Oh, dear gods,” you finally croak as you regain your bearings on the spinning world around you. “I am so sorry, Mando. That was so kriffing embarrassing.” You try to cover your face, as you sweep your tears from your cheeks. But Mando already made his way over to you, crouching to meet you on the ground, grabbing your hands in his and placing a canteen in them instead.

“Drink. It’ll help.” He says in a soft hushed tone. You aren’t even sure where he got the canteen from, maybe it just happened to be near at the time, or he went back up to the ship in the time you were hurling… “Drink.” He repeats, interrupting your train of thought.

You unflask it with shaky hands and take a large swig, immediately feeling some relief from the burning sensation in your throat. “You need food as well.” He adds simply, grabbing your arms and heaving your dead weight off the ground as if it were nothing to him. After helping back to standing position, he turned toward his ship and made his way to the ramp. Before ascending, he turned back to you and finished his original thought, “Let’s see what rations you gathered for me. Come on.”

So, you make your way over to the ship, which is a task in itself as your legs felt as though they might give out at any moment.

“Wow,” you say in astonishment. You’d never seen a true cruiser like this. Any inter-planet hopper you’d taken to make your way to Nevarro had always been either completely basic and Imperial made, or a complete hunk of junk. And although you had nothing really to base it on, this ship was leagues ahead of anything you had experienced before. To think he got to spend all his time travelling the galaxy in a ship like this, all on his own. That was true adventure.

And you knew from the carbon scoring on the exterior that he had actually seen it. Excitement, danger, freedom. But the inside of this ship told a more complex story. You think that before it would have been simple. A weapons locker, a tiny sleeping quarter, a refresher, and not much else. The bare necessities for a man always in motion. No home. No attachments. But what you figured must have been new additions showed glimpses of a different man. A tiny hammock over the sleeping area, a small padded seat lifted to meet the height of a protruding shelf that almost resembled a dinner table, and what looked like makeshift toys strewn across the hull. All signs of another lifeform making itself comfortable on his ship and in his life.

“Here.” the Mandalorian grunted, breaking you from your daze, as he held out a ration stick to you. “Are you alright?”

“Well, I don’t feel as… vomitty, as before.” You start, now staring at the man in front of you, right where you figure - where you’re almost certain - his eyes are meeting yours. You think of his willingness to take care of you, twice tonight. Nothing added up. He was a complete mystery. Just when you thought you had him pinned, everything was suddenly flipped.

“That’s good, you just look a little out-of-it.” He said as he placed a hand on your shoulder, probably trying to steady you from whatever state you were in.

“Oh no, I’m just admiring the place.” You say, breaking eye contact to scan over the area again, taking in new details as you did so.

“Ha ha.” he says dryly, retracting his hand from you.

“No, I’m serious,” you reply sternly, offended that he would think so little of his own ship. “I’ve never seen anything like this, except for maybe in my dreams. I can’t imagine getting to fly in this every day. Or, oh maker! You get to see the stars in hyperspace, that was my favourite part! I only got to travel through hyperspace once. And, dank ferric, it was spectacular. Every other damn transport was sublight, not fun. Very slow, but generally cheaper, I guess. I’d kill to get to see that again” You could feel the excitement within you reach your face. A giant grin bursting out of you when you could no longer contain the joy within.

“Where were you travelling?” He questioned after examining your elation, and you could hear the genuine nature of his question, like he actually cared. Most people had never taken this much interest in your past.

“Oh, really anywhere I could. I just wanted to get away from, well, everything. My family, the war, my whole life. I tried to start over, but I didn’t get very far. Got stranded here, and I could never find the means to continue my journey.”

“Your journey?” He prompted, trying his best to stifle the laugh that followed.

“Yah okay that sounds a little ridiculous, but really I was just trying to find some excitement, something different. Just trying to find… something. It sounds dumb, I know, but I was so sick of my life, so when I had the opportunity to go, I went. I went everywhere I could afford, until I could barely afford food. So, I worked at that vendor for scraps until I saved enough to keep going, but I guess I never saved enough.”

“So, you’re still looking?’

“Huh?”

“You said you were looking to find something, but it doesn’t sound like you found it.”

“No. I haven’t. Not that I even know what I was looking for. But it seemed like one of those ‘you’ll know when you know’ things”

“Well, what if someone could take you away from Nevarro?” he questioned.

“Wouldn’t happen. I’ve got barely enough credits to buy bantha crap.”

“What if that person didn’t need credits, just company.”

The statement threw you. Suddenly you weren’t sure what Mando truly knew about your reputation. “Uhhh what kinda company, because I really don’t-”

“A friend.” He paused, making you wonder why he would propose such an idea, “A valuable one.”

And only then did the wires connect in your still-woozy brain. He was asking you to join him. Again. But this time as a friend. Someone he knew and trusted. Someone who he felt comfortable enough with to talk about his Creed with. And suddenly your heart stopped beating.

You could not – for the love of the Maker – mess this up again. But maybe you should make sure.

“Me?” you say while lazily pointing towards yourself for further clarification. “Mando are you asking me to join you two?”

“Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for.” He says before making his way back out of the hull to finish packing the remnants of the supplies, apparently making the decision for you, as you definitely gave no answer. But it was the answer you wanted. A way out. An escape. And for kriffing sake, free.

As you stood, dumbstruck and alone, in the hull, you wondered just what it might be like. Getting to see some danger up close and personal. To see treacherous planets one week, then beautiful landscapes the next.

When Mando returned to the hull with the last of the supplies, only two words could escape your mouth, quieter and softer than you may have ever spoken before. “Thank you.”

Chapter 3

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Swears & dogs

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Fem!reader.

Warnings: slight mentions of dog neglection and fluff, pure fluff.

“If you’re still up for requests. Can I send one in for Kylo Ren in which the reader is dating him and she owns a puppy? Maybe one late night when he gets back to their quarters, he finds her asleep on the couch with her puppy laying on her back and he finds it cute. Thank you!” 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @starwars-junkie

“Hello there, if you’re still open for requests, may I send one in for Kylo Ren in which the reader is dating him? When he returns to their shared quarters late one night, he finds her asleep on the couch and she begins talking in her sleep, confusing Kylo at first as he thought she was awake and alert in knowing he was there.What came out next was something he didn’t expect, she starts throwing cuss words in her sleep and even though it doesn’t really count as she was asleep, it’s his first time ever hearing her letting swear words slip through her lips and although he finds it shocking, he finds it amusing as well. Thanks, hon!!!“ 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 @theimaginesawakenvii

A/N: SOO UHH I TURNED THESE TWO REQUESTS INTO ONE They had a similar setting so I might as well turn them into one instead of making two similar Kylo fics. Hope you two don’t mind!

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Many strange looks came from Imperial officers and a few double takes from the Stormtroopers as the supreme leader walked down the corridor with a small furry animal within his arms that yapped away at others.

If it wasn’t doing that, then it would try to lick the man that was holding it.

He had found the small dog at a marketplace on a distance planet; it was cowering in a dark alley, shivering and alone while skinny enough to see its ribcage.

The dog whimpered when the supreme leader approached, but he showed nothing but kindness to the animal, giving it some food and warmth.

He was looking for a gift, a small trinket or a bouquet of non-native flowers before finding the dog. Why was he doing this? Well, he had someone he wanted to impress, to see the light in her beautiful eyes shine with the wonder he loved so much.

Kylo had been taking care of it for a few days, making sure the puppy was healthy enough to give to you, which he was on his way to do now.

He stood in front of the door that leads to the shared quarters; he pressed the pad off to the side that made the door slide open.

Inside had a dark interior, the main area comprising a black couch and a lounge chair that surrounded a glass coffee table which was to the far left and a desk up against the right wall and to the right of the desk was the entrance to the bedroom that had a double-size bed with black silk covers.

He saw you sitting at the desk, tapping away on a datapad going over the personnel and a couple of missions. Kylo leaned down to release the fluffy black and white dog that bounds towards you.

You look over, see your partner standing in the doorway, but that was not the thing that caught your eye. You didn’t have time to react as the dog jumped onto your lap, tail wagging and making quick work of licking your face.

The sound of someone chuckling comes from beside you as you try to hold back the dog that attacked your face with its licks. “No, stop-” You say while giggling and spitting out any dog fur. Gently, the dog is removed from your lap by Kylo.

Once the dog was removed, you quickly got up to get a better look of the small animal that was now in Kylo’s arms. “Who is this little guy,” You reach over to rub its cheeks, feeling the fluffiness of the black fur that covered most of its face.

“Actually, it’s a girl.” He said, you look up with widened eyes for a moment before looking back at the dog “Oh, my apologises, little one.” You rub your nose against hers and she licks your nose in return. An amused huff comes from above you.

“As much as I love this little doggy, why are you giving me her?” You ask, peeking up at Kylo. “I know how lonely it can get when I am away.” He says, placing a hand on your cheek while holding the puppy in his other arm.

You place your hand over his, rubbing a thumb over the rough skin. “I have told you before is not that bad.” He shakes his head in response. “Doesn’t matter, you have a new friend now that will keep you company.” He says.

Kylo hands over the dog. “Want to name her?” He asks. You turn, facing the window that shows the dark space glittered with stars outside. You hold up the dog, staring at the black and white face that had bright blue eyes. “How about... Ra-Lee?” You look over at Kylo.

“Ra-Lee...” He rubs his chin, glancing at the ground before looking back at you with delight in his eyes. “I like that.”

Eventually, you put Ra-Lee onto the ground for her to roam around to get used to the surroundings, however she bit the bottom of your silk pyjama pants and started tugging you away. “Wait, hold on.” You say as a light laughter escapes you. Ra-Lee only looks up at you, tilting her head as her tail wags away.

“I am pleased she already likes you. I was worried she would reject you.” He says while leaning down to pet the top of her head, which leaves her sticking her tongue out. As you both smile at the minor act, an alert comes from the door making Kylo twirl, his black cloak flowing with the action as he makes his way to the door and opens it.

Beyond the door was a simple Stormtrooper who appeared to be informing your partner about something. He nods, turns towards you and gives you a look that’s all too familiar. “It is alright, you can go.” He says as he makes his way to you again.

When he reached you, he leaned down to place a kiss upon your forehead. “I will be back, my empress.” With that, he takes his leave.

The sound of small tapping noises comes closer to you, you look down to see Ra-Lee with something in her mouth. “No, that’s my lightsaber!” Before you could take it back, she runs back into your bedroom and you instantly chase after her.

Many hours had passed since Kylo left the shared quarters. Once again, he was striding towards the room. Stormtroopers and officers would move to the side, shoulders squared and back straight as a board as their leader went by.

Arriving at the quarters, he opened up the door to see that the lights were off and all he could hear was light snoring and mumbling. Reaching up, he takes off his helmet while turning on the lights.

He immediately spots you laid across the black couch, hugging a pillow while sound asleep with a certain animal cuddled on top that was also sleeping soundly. He has a feint smile on his face at seeing Ra-Lee on your back, all curled up.

Kylo makes his way to your sleeping. He also took the time to unclasp his cloak, taking it off and throwing it to the lounge chair. Upon getting closer, he hears some mumbling coming from you.

Is she... Awake?

“This is my... Cake...” He tilts his head at you, kneeling down to get a better look.

Wait, no, she’s sleep talking.

“You... Think that’s a weapon?” You continued on mumbling. “This is a weapon... My lightsaber-” He smirks, listening to you talk in your sleep.

He was about to reach over and pat your head until. “Kiss my kriffing ass, you bloody bantha poodoo...” A bit of drool comes out as you said that. Kylo retreated his hand in surprise, his eyes widening.

Did she just swear?

“No one... Touches... MY... Cake.” You angrily announce with a scowl on your resting face. He shakes his head before he slowly picks up Ra-Lee and moves her over to the lounge chair on top of his cloak. She went straight to nestling in the cloak.

Kylo returns to you, gently rolling you onto your back so he can pick you up. He snakes his arms under the crooks of your legs and the back of your neck, picking you up with ease in a bridal style.

Now, within his arms, he takes you to the bed the two of you share.

Eventually, you waken on your left side in the warm black covered bed that engulfs your body and with the duvet that covers you. From behind, you could feel the bed dip and the duvet moving until strong, sturdy arms wrapped around your waist. “Dreaming of cake, my dear?” You hear the husky voice in your ear.

“Cake?” You said as you place a hand over one of his that was resting on your waist.

He hums in response. “Also, I didn’t know you knew how to swear...” He nestles his nose into the back of your neck. As you two got comfortable in bed. There was a feeling of a small creature hopping onto the bed and once again, before any of you could react.

The dog was already pouncing onto you both, covering Kylo’s face with kisses in the form of licks. “Ra-Lee, no, stop!”

A snort comes from you as you cover your mouth, other hand wrapping around your stomach as you watch the great supreme leader get attacked by love of a puppy.

Seems like little Ra-Lee has become a part of a small family.

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squishneedsahero · 3 years

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Getting Up

Trust and Emotions

Part 2 of 2

Word Count: 3524

I'm on both a starwars and marvel kick so like.... Peter Parker x Reader

One more panic attack under your belt, you and Peter go back to your bedroom. The both of you sit on your bed and you pull your robe tightly around you, trying to figure out where to start. Peter looks at you, and can see how shaken you are and debates hugging you again, but you didn't seem to be a big hugger. Mostly you didn't seem to be big on any sort of affection or emotion, but that was fine because he could still tell you cared about stuff when you did.

You take another deep breath and look at Peter, "okay, so... where should we start?" You decide to ask Peter since you had freaked him out so much already and felt bad about it.

"Well... you're saying you're a Jedi, could you maybe you know, use the force to move something?" Peter asks, that's a good place to start seeing as you'd never done anything of the sort in front of him.

You look at him like duh and nod your head, "I can do that," your eyes begin moving around the room until you find something suitable to move.

You were out of practice but it came to you naturally. You had been practicing these things your entire life you'd be disappointed if you had lost the skill in such a short amount of time. You just stare at Peter as you slowly move a tissue box from your dresser across the room and lower it into Peter's lap.

"There. See, it's not made up-"

"Hey- hey y/n, I believe you I don't doubt you but we need to be sure, what if someone just put those memories in your head- we need to be sure, cause Wanda can do that stuff too, though she usually has some sort of red mist around her when she does."

You huff and slump against your pillows, "okay- so you think I might be lying but not know I'm lying..." you think it over, he was right, it was possible but you didn't think that was the case. Finally you think of something that would have to show him you're telling the truth, "Fury gave Tony my lightsaber- he has it somewhere in the tower we could go find it and I could show you-"

"Y/n," Peter says as he once again has to be the reasonable one, "you can trust Tony. I know you don't want too but he could help and it would be easier to ask than sneak around trying to find your- lightsaber."

The way he paused hurt, he really didn't believe you... why did it hurt so badly that he didn't believe you. You sadly shake your head, "just go, you don't believe me anyways... I just need a bit then we can forget about it tomorrow if you even want to come around anymore."

Peter opens his mouth to say something, but can see how hurt you are by his reaction so he closes his mouth and gives you a quick hug. "I'll be back tomorrow y/n, then you can decide what you want to do."

You nod and as soon as he'd gone you turn over in bed and plant your face in one of the many pillows, beginning to just let the pent up emotions out. There were so many things, the one person you had thought you could trust didn't believe you. You hadn't had time to really mourn or wrap your mind around what had happened with the clones and your master. Then you were stuck here, inside and bored unable to even go outside. Everything had come to a head when you had seen that lightsaber in the hands of the one who was supposed to be Master Kenobi. Your life which you loved and this one you were stuck in it was all so confusing. You fall asleep quickly that night, just to wake up early and be back where you were the night before, in the middle of a nightmare.

You're preparing to meditate when there's a knock on your door before it opens and Steve steps in. "Hey kid," he says hesitantly, "how are you doing... we saw Peter leave last night he was pretty upset."

You look at him and shrug, you didn't even want to think about the previous night let alone talk about it.

Steve shakes his head and takes a seat on the floor across from you. "Look kid, it's not worth keeping it a secret. There's cameras in here, Tony could easily go and look through the footage and get to the bottom of this, but I think we all would like it more if you just talked to us."

You bite your lip and look away, damn, he was right.

"You've been here long enough and have caused no trouble, none of us think you're an enemy and want to hurt anyone. But you won't tell us anything about you and that makes it impossible for us to convince Fury you can be trusted," Steve finishes.

You chew on your lip as you look at him, out of everyone besides Peter, Steve was probably the person you trusted the most. They were both trying to tell you to just talk about it, tell them what is up so they can help you. As hard as it was to admit they were probably right. "... fine, I'll talk, but I want my thing back from Tony before I do."

He looks at you and doesn't answer for a moment. You were defensive, it was understandable but it had been over a month and you had not opened up at all to anyone besides Peter and even he didn't know much about you. "Okay, I'll see what I can do about convincing Tony to give that back to you and you get ready to talk to us tonight."

That night comes and you haven't left your room, you hadn't heard from Steve again or even Peter. He said he'd be back but he hadn't come and it made you in an even worse mood that you would have been. There's a knock on the door, "come in," you say still on the floor where you had been that morning.

The door cracks open and Peter's face appears around the edge of it, "uh, hey y/n... the others told me to come get you and let you know it's time to talk..."

He barely finishes when you're on your feet, running to throw your arms around him, "I'm sorry Peter, I'm so sorry Peter I didn't mean to freak out and hurt you I just-"

He hugs you back, "it's alright, it's okay I know you didn't mean too," he says gently. He takes your hand and leads you down stairs, "come on, we'll go see what they have to say."

You hold his hand tightly, following him to the main living area where everyone was waiting. You could swear every single pair of eyes glanced at your hand in his before going back to focusing on you. You don't let go of Peter's hand when he tries too, instead pulling him to sit next to you on an oversized chair. That's when Tony stands up, holding out his hand with your lightsaber in it.

"Steve said the only way you'd talk was if I gave this back to you. Seeing as I cannot figure out what this is or how it works I guess you can have it back since it's so important to you." With that, he places the lightsaber in your hand and you hold it tightly.

You're quiet, holding it and looking it over your grip on it never loosening as you slowly come back to reality and focus on the people around you. Quietly you begin;

"My name is y/n l/n, I'm from (home planet) and I don't know how I ended up here. Yesterday Peter tried to show me a movie- A New Hope it was called and well it seems to be about my galaxy... I've been to Tatooine and this is a lightsaber that you can't figure out how it works. I was raised by the Jedi and am just a Padawan who escaped when the clones tried to kill all of us... I tried telling this to Peter but he thinks it's..."

"I just don't see how it's possible, as cool as Starwars is it's just a movie... and I'm just worried that someone put all these ideas in y/n's head and that it's just made up..."

You look at Peter, "it's not made up. I don't know how else to get you to believe me cause I don't know how much I can trust all of you because what if as soon as I show you someone decides to tell and I end up dead?! My master sacrificed themselves for me and I cannot live with myself if that's in vain. I had to stand there and watch through a window as they were shot down by the clones we had fought side by side with for years," at this point tears are streaming down your cheeks as you look at Peter, forgetting everyone else in the room as you try and process what it is you're feeling.

That's when Bruce steps in, "hey, y/n, calm down. How we have a movie with that information doesn't matter right now, we can figure that out later. For now focus, you say you're a Jedi, you say that's a lightsaber, show us. It's not a lot but it's a start."

You just stare at him. He was right. You were an idiot, all the emotions you'd been holding back were building up and were clouding your judgement. You needed to figure this out so you could get back to being yourself.

"Okay... I'll show you," with that you carefully hold the hilt of your lightsaber before igniting it. That familiar and steady hum fills the silence in the room, calming your nerves. The familiar glow of its light illuminates your face as you look at those who were sitting in the room with you.

It's after you gather yourself once again, calming down with those familiar sensations that you finally put it away. What anyone else has to say doesn't matter, you turn to Peter, "will you believe me now?"

Peter is in more shock than anyone else in the room. What the hell, you actually were a Jedi standing there in front of him with a real life lightsaber in your hands. It's all he can do to nods, swallowing a few times before finally getting out a hoarse, "yes, I believe you."

You turn back to the others with a smile on your face, "would it be alright if I went back to my room? I can tell you more tomorrow but I need to compose myself... I've been all over the place... hiding things and it's all built up so I lost it at Peter yesterday."

They just nod, you weren't leaving and they all needed to talk this through anyways. "Yeah, go ahead," Tony says.

"Can I come with you?" Peter asks you and you nod.

"Hey Kid, don't have too much fun with your space girlfriend," Tony says with a wink at Peter.

You once again are lost as to what's going on, but you take Peter's hand, causing him to bite his lip as his face turned the color of a tomato. "Aye! Get a room you two," Clint teases and Peter hurriedly let's go of your hand.

"I'm not- we're not-" Peter stutters.

You turn back to look at all of them, not even trying to take Peter's hand again. "I thought that's what we were trying to do? We were going to my room?"

It's when you say this that all the adults pass glances at each other. You really were oblivious to all of this weren't you, "yeah you were, go ahead," Natasha saves Peter from further embarrassment.

Peter follows you, still red as can be, gods you were so oblivious. And yet you were still so cute. Like, he had had a crush on you for a while but now you were a Jedi?! He couldn't have a crush on you, if all of this was true then you probably followed the Jedi code, meaning no attachments. He'd been trying to build up the courage to ask you about it. But he had kissed you the night before and you had barely reacted other than to be shocked out of your panic attack.

He's sitting on the side of your bed and you're laying across it, waiting for him to say something, anything. He hadn't said a word since you'd left the others, had you done something wrong? You knew you weren't supposed to form attachments, but that wasn't what this was. This was just you trusting him and wanting to apologize for a misunderstanding.

Eventually you tap him on the shoulder and he jumps a bit before turning to you. "Sorry," he says with a shake of his head.

"For what? I'm the one who should apologize... I kept just... I don't know. I trust you and when I felt like you didn't trust me... it hurt and I freaked out. I don't know why I did but it wasn't right of me to do so. I'll be better now, now that I've talked to everyone. I'll mourn my Master as properly as I can so I can get my mind back where it needs to be since I'm a Jedi."

Peter looked at you, so fucking oblivious to everything the team had been trying to tease you about. He wanted nothing more than to hold you tightly against him and tell you everything would be okay, but you wouldn't have a clue what that means to him. He couldn't take advantage of you like that.

This is when he realizes he had been staring at you as you waited for a response. "I- uh- it's alright. You don't need to apologize, I've lost people before and it's hard. Holding all of that in for so long... it has to take a toll... I'm just glad you trusted me enough to tell me."

A smile cracks across your face and you sit up, hugging Peter.

After that night things get easier for you. The team trusts you more, giving you more free reign with what you do and where you can go. They let you go out to Central Park with Peter and they allow you to use the training rooms on the condition you try to not ruin things.

On the other hand for Peter things were getting harder and harder. He couldn't hide the fact that he was head over heels for you, everyone knew at this point, even Ned and Michelle who hadn't even met you knew he was. Literally everyone knew, except for you. You were completely oblivious to the longing glances, how he'd blush when you hugged him or held his hand to guide him around with you.

"Hey kid, how are things going with you and y/n?" Tony asks one afternoon as he takes a seat on the couch next to Peter.

Great, of course Tony had noticed the fact that Peter had spent most of the day alone or avoiding you and chose now to talk to him about you when he couldn't escape. "They're fine."

"She still has no idea does she?"

Peter sighs, "nope, not a clue."

Tony can't help but laugh gently at the lovesick look in Peter's eyes. "Hey if it makes you feel any better most of us think she feels the same way even if she has no idea."

Peter sighs once again, before playing back on the couch, "her feeling the same doesn't do any good. She's a Jedi, as soon as she figures out what it is that's happening she'll shut me out and try to get rid of any feelings."

Tony shakes his head and pats Peter's back, "kid, you have a lot to learn still. You're young don't worry so much.

Little does Peter know the only reason you hadn't been able to catch him all day was that Natasha and Wanda had caught you. They had given you a similar speech, but with a lot more detail, maybe the birds and the bees were thrown in there for good measure. If you could be this oblivious then who knows what the Jedi had actually told you about any of that stuff.

At first you had been freaking out, how could you have missed the fact that you had been forming romantic feelings for Peter. How had you not realized this attachment you had?! But then the two women make you think. It had been long enough you were pretty sure that no one was going to find you here. They hadn't shown you any more movies, but had helped you come to the conclusion that the Jedi were gone over the few months. And the two helped you see that, maybe an attachment wasn't so bad.

It was a week or so later that Peter saw you again. You'd been avoiding him, but you'd figured things out. They were right, the order was gone, you were the last of the Jedi and there was no way for you to keep that tradition alive from here. You had to accept the fact that you would be staying here on earth, it was okay for you to want to stay at Peter's side.

You finally approach him, feeling more shy than usual but Wanda had been trying to pump you up for this. You knew exactly what you wanted to tell him and how you felt. Then you saw him and made eye contact. All the words you'd prepared were gone in an instant. You force yourself to smile and keep walking to him, "hi Peter," you manage to get out.

"Hey, y/n, are you feeling alright? It's been a while." Peter asks, still too caught up with his own feelings to even wonder why it had been so long.

"Yeah- yeah I'm alright," you respond a little too fast.

Peter catches that, "you sure?"

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" You ask defensively. As Peter raises his hands in innocence you shake you head, "yes, I'm fine Peter," you pause and look around the room, "you think we could talk? In my room?"

"Yeah?"

Your heart skips a beat, it was fine everything was fine you just needed to tell him how you felts and get it out in the open. "Okay," you say a little too quickly and jump up to your feet again.

Peter follows you curiously, you're acting weird.

When you get to your room you hesitate before taking his hand and guiding him to the bed as you always had. You have him sit then plop yourself right down next to him,only pausing a moment this time before sitting back up to face him.

"Okay, so, I've never really done this before, but Wanda and Natasha, they talked to me and kind of helped me realize I have grown attached to you. This isn't supposed to be something Jedi do, but like there's not really any Jedi left anymore so they said that it would be fine and would probably be good if I figured out how exactly I'm attached to you," you haven't taken a breath at this point and you aren't going to start breathing now, "anyways I think I'm in love with you but like I don't really know what love is cause they never teach that at the Jedi temple and I was uh kind of uh wondering if you'd help me figure out if it is love?"

You're talking so fast, running over your own words that Peter has a hard time keeping up even with all of his spider senses. But he does catch enough, you saying you love him and asking if he'd help you figure it out. He doesn't hesitate, he didn't care if there was a chance it turned out to not be love, you were giving him a chance to figure it out with you. He nods, "yes- I think I love you too."

Words can't describe how Peter feels when he sees the grin that spreads across your face as you come to a seated position in front of him. "Really?!" You ask excitedly, "so where do we start-"

For the second time in your life you're cut off from rambling by Peter's lips crashing onto your own. You'd forgotten how he had done that before, but now you'd seen enough movies to know, it's a kiss. Your arms find their way to rest around his shoulders as you try to kiss him back. Sure you had seen it but you had never understood the appeal until now. Now you knew, if this was love then you were in so deep you'd never be getting out.

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dontshootmespence · 4 years

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Through It All

Part 31

Summary: Now married, Spencer & Y/N navigate the D/s lifestyle. How will their relationship change?

Words: 1,469

Warnings: Exhibitionism, p in v.

A/N: The next entry for @cm-kinkbingo run by my beautiful girlfriend @heycasbutt. This fulfills my sex in a car square.

Somehow, Morgan and Blake are already two months old. They recognize your faces now, their gazes trailing yours and Spencer’s movements. Colors are starting to get more cemented in their view. They get bigger and bigger each day. It’s astounding how quickly they grow. But man do you need a break.

Spencer’s orchestrated it yet again, inviting his mother and your parents over to the apartment to watch the kids. Your parents have met Blake and Morgan before, but it’s Diana’s first time and she’s in awe. “I know they can’t technically look like you, but they have your eyes,” Diana laughs. “When you get home will we be able to spend a little time together before I go back?”

“Absolutely,” he says, pressing a kiss to her cheek. Her medication is stable but he still sees twinges of her losing her memory, so even though he knows you’ll both be tired after your little day away, he assures her they’ll have dinner together before he drives her back. “We’ll be back tomorrow night, okay? For now, bask in the babies.”

“Oh, I will,” she coos.

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As soon as you get in the car, you ask Spencer where you’re going, but he refuses to let you in on his little secret. He just assures you that it’s going to be a fun time and allows you to drift off to sleep in the passenger side seat.

A little over three hours pass before a bump in the road wakes you up. It’s probably the most peaceful sleep you’ve had since the twins came home. “Are we near Virginia Beach?”

“Yup. I know you said you used to go when you were a kid, so I figured you’d enjoy going back.”

You practically start to cry. “When the babies are older we should bring the whole family here.”

Spencer reaches over with his free hand and slips his fingers in yours. “Family. Never thought I’d have that.”

When you look over, you see his eyes wet with tears. “I know, but you do. It’s real. We’re real.”

“That we are,” he smiles.

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After sunset, you pull into the hotel parking lot. It doesn’t look like a normal hotel. It’s not a Hilton or a Marriott. It’s a smaller-in-comparison place called The Tapestry that looks like a small winery. Rain-worn wood and white-trimmed windows. And it’s just a short drive to the beach so right after checking in you get back into the car and make the drive.

Most people are leaving because the sun has already set but instead you allow the gentle lapping waves to beckon you toward the shore. You sigh as Spencer cracks open the front windows and turns off the ignition. Though the waves are soft, no white caps indicative of an incoming storm, the second the world goes quiet around you, the sound of the ocean begins to almost purr, lulling you into contemplative relaxation. “Wanna cuddle in the backseat?” You ask hopefully.

Spencer is all limbs and smiles as he fumbles his way into the back of the car before holding his arms out to welcome you into his embrace. Even though you aren’t standing up, you somehow trip into him, smashing your face into his chest which causes you both to lose your breath in a fit of laughter. “This was necessary,” Spencer sighs.

With lithe fingers, he strokes up and down your arm, fingernail grazing your skin just so, sending shivers down your spine. Gentle or firm, his touch drives you crazy and suddenly a dirty thought enters your mind. “Sir?”

Immediately, you feel him stir. “Yes, love?”

“You never got to do any impulsive teenage things like have sex in the backseat of a car?” You give him a big, shining smile, knowing the answer and how the idea will roll around in his head.

Spencer takes a quick glance around before replying, his hands skimming under the hem of your shirt as he does. “No, too busy with school. Help me?”

Without a thought to who might see, you slip your shirt up over your head and throw it on the floor next to you, before dipping your lips to his neck to trail along behind his ear. He shivers and gathers you close, breathing heavily into your ear.

Reaching between you, you unzip his jeans. He sits up ever so slightly to allow you to push his pants down below his knees before sitting down again. When he grasps your waist and pulls your sex flush with him, you grind slowly against his cock, losing yourself in how quickly and easily you affect him.

Spencer bits down on your ear as you line his cock against your entrance, sliding down with ease, the mix of pleasure and pain shooting straight through you. “As most teenagers, I’m probably going to shoot off like a bottle rocket,” Spencer says, laughing into your mouth, his hips thrusting upward of their own accord.

“Me too, it’s okay.” You’ve had sex in front of a room full of people before and yet the idea of getting caught is revving you up in ways you hadn’t thought possible. Out the back window, you’re keeping an eye out for incoming headlights. “I think someone’s coming.”

Spencer grabs your face and tongues at your mouth. “I don’t care. Let them see.”

You laugh and begin to swirl your hips in figure eights just as the car pulls up a few spots away. Thankfully, it’s not a cop, it’s only a horrified older couple that quickly backs up and drives away upon seeing you. Laughing, you throw your head back and caress your breasts, offering them to Spencer as he latches on. “I think you liked that a little too much,” he teases.

“Not me,” you say playfully, whimpering as he nips at your taut peaks. “Why would I like that?”

“Because you’re my little slut,” he replies. With both hands, he grasps your hips and holds you in place as he thrusts upward with no abandon, crying out your name as you tighten around him, shaking. Spencer rakes his fingernails up your back as your trembling subsides. “Why don’t we do this more often?”

“What? Exhibitionism?”

“Yea,” he laughs, kissing along your collarbone.

“I don’t know, but I suggest we do more of it. How about a movie theater? We’ll go to one we know won’t be packed, sit in the back and try to get each other off while being as quiet as possible.”

“You’re so kinky,” he says, pulling you in for a kiss.

“Just one of the many reasons you married me.”

Disentangling yourselves, you both redress as much as possible and drive back to the hotel, quickly stumbling into your room where the clothes once again fly.

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The next morning, you lazily make love in the shower before going to grab breakfast. He brings you to the same restaurant you used to go to as a child, reveling in the big buffet and stuffing yourself full. “What’s next?” You ask happily, practically jumping up and down. Not that you aren’t still young, but having children puts your life in a different perspective. Having this time to breathe allows you to just be again, filling you with childlike joy.

Spencer reenacts your trips with your family step-by-step, first taking you to the Virginia Aquarium. You’d always loved watching the sea turtles, so you sit there for nearly two hours, in silence, with Spencer’s arm wrapped around you.

The entire day is planned. He takes you to lunch and then for a walk through the state park before driving you to the Norfolk Botanical Gardens. As you glide along the path hand-in-hand, Spencer leads you through a maze of colorful flowers, butterflies fluttering delicately all around you until you reach a gazebo practically crawling with red roses.

Underneath the sprawling ivy and red roses, Spencer gathers you close and pulls out a smallish velvet box, definitely not a ring, but something sparkly. “You proposing again?” You laugh.

All he does is smile.

When you open the box, the gleaming metal catches the sun’s rays and brings attention to the heart lock. It’s sterling silver with rose-gold accents and has a key sitting just beside the heart. Spencer steps closer, slipping the bracelet out of its box and around your wrist. “With three babies, I know life is hectic and we don’t always get to do the things we used to do, so I bought this. Every time you look at it, I want you to take comfort in knowing that you’ll always be mine.”

As your eyes fill with tears, you pull him into a heated kiss, only breaking away when you hear someone else approaching. “Thank you, Sir. I’m where I’m meant to be.”

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wutroows · 4 years

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darth vader hcs where he realizes you like him

requested by @aesikupills request: heya! i hope you’re having a nice day! i stumbled across ur account while browsing some starwars tags and i saw that your requests are currently open? if its not too late to request, could we possibly get some darth vader hcs or scenario where he senses that the reader has a thing for him and he confronts the reader about their feelings till they confess? (some fluff would be appreciated if thats possible :0)

i don’t usually write for vader vader so i hope that this is good enough for you !! sorry it took me so long to get around to, i haven’t looked at my requests in a while so i’m gonna try and get some of them done within these next couple days but i hope you enjoy some awkward.. vadery confrontation

your job on the death star was pretty simple for the most part, you were just someone who worked on the tie fighters and whenever something needed fixed, it was usually you who did it

luckily, you job was pretty simple if you didn’t mess it up

everyone around you was so strict you felt a tad out of place but you shook it off, this was the only available job for you to work on your skills as a mechanic even if you didn’t agree with the empire’s ideals

darth vader himself wasn’t usually seen by the likes of you while working, he was only normally seen by his closest confidantes or people who he worked with during meetings

the first time you saw him was a little awkward to say the least

you quite literally feared for your life as you actually ran into the man everyone on board was afraid of

you felt his eyes stare through you as he looked at you, laying on the floor beneath him

you hastily apologized, too scared to say anything else

he nodded and left you behind within 10 seconds of you saying anything to him

ever since then you’d run into him way more often than you’d like

it wasn’t until he’d noticed how well you were doing with your job that he decided to take you in and have you be his personal mechanic for his own tie fighter

why he’d looked all over the death star for you specifically? you had no idea

the thing was, he found you interesting

it wasn’t that he could sense the dark side of the force in you, you were far from a force user

he could sense something else though

your awkwardness around him, the way your face flushed a bright pink whenever he said any word to you at all

all of these signs pointing directly to you having some sort of romantic feelings for him

he had no idea how you would fall for someone like him but either way he found it a little funny

you fell for your boss

the man who could kill you in one second if he wanted to

and yet you’d never seen his face, you never knew the actual man behind the mask and you never knew about his past as anakin

he planned to not ever tell you about that

you were working on his tie fighter one day when you heard his voice call your name

panicking, you called back “yes?”

he entered the room, and pulled up a chair from nearby, sitting a couple feet from you as your eyes were glued to your work in front of you, too scared too look over at him or ask him what he wanted

“i sense something”

panic properly began to settle in now

it’s not like you could hide your feelings for him forever, right?

“..... what?”

“something is off about you”

of course, vader already knew about your feelings towards him but what fun would it be if he could tease you about them before properly confronting you?

“no, sir... nothing”

you cleared your throat

“nothing should be off about me, i’m fine”

“the way your cheeks are tinted says otherwise”

you froze, finally turning your head to look at him

“it’s just cold in here, sir”

“i already know your feelings towards me”

fuck

you were in for it now

there was no way he would accept you having feelings for him, and the chances of him even thinking of you remotely the same as you thought of him was so low

“stop shaking like that” he says

“you didn’t let me finish”

you take in a deep breath

“i’ve known of your feelings towards me for a week or so now..”

the air was silent and it had never been this awkward between the two of you before

your feelings for him developed when you’d first made him laugh by telling a bad joke to him, sitting in the same seats then as you are now

it wasn’t a loud, obnoxious laugh, but instead it was soft and quiet, which completely contradicted his vader persona

you knew he wasn’t always vader, there was just no way

but you’d never push him into telling you anything about his past if he wasn’t comfortable

“stop staring off into space, and look at me”

you snapped out of your thoughts and did as he told you to

“i will try this.. thing. out with you”

“but don’t expect special treatment”

“be back here tomorrow, there’s something else you need to repair for me”

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bluebellhairpin · 4 years

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Fight or Flight, Rider [7]

Poe Dameron X Pilot!Reader

A/N: This one... A rollercoaster it is. - Nemo

Warning(s): Mentions of Torture, Death, Blood, and Injuries. This could be triggering. Consider yourself warned.

Summary: (y/n) is captured and tortured by the First Order. Poe doesn’t like this at all. But not everything is as it seams.

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Poe couldn’t believe it. That should be him. Not you.

He swore the rage running through him was enough to for him destroy the First Order all on his own.

That mission was dangerous, and the likelihood of getting caught was too great, that’s why everyone toned it down when speaking to you. You were nervous enough about it as it was, the added threat wasn’t needed. But it was clear to Poe that you still should never have gone.

He knew first hand what those people would do to get information out of Rebels, and it wasn’t nice, and it sure as hell wasn’t pretty.

The energy in the room was tense from the moment you landed on that new ship, and chaos was a fraction from breaking out the moment you were dragged away kicking and screaming bloody murder - apparently you were no longer worried about the Troopers blasters. It took a little more than Leia raising her voice to get everyone to calm down, and it took even longer to get them to stop and listen.

Even with Leia’s reassuring words and Rey constantly telling the room that Z2 would make sure everything would be alright, the curing in Poe’s stomach didn’t go away.

It took everything he had to stop, to listen, to not go jump in his X-Wing and blow many things up.

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You were going to die here. You could just tell. You didn’t want to die.

The time that had passed by was unknown to you. You just know enough time had passed for your body to ache like it never had before.

You’d been pulled onto a room soon after you left Kylo, and then strapped to some upright table thing. You didn’t really care what it was called, you just knew it held your arms back at one of the most awkward and cramp-inducing angles you’d ever had the displeasure of enduring.

At least they rid you of that horrible and tight-necked First Order jacket.

The two Officers who brought you to Kylo had hung around, mostly just to add tension, but they did land a good few hits on you, while the Troopers stood by at the door.

By the time the Officers were replaced for the third time, you’d gained trickles of warmth down from your temple, nose, and lip - it was blood no doubt. Even if you couldn’t see it, the taste of iron told you exactly what it was. Your insides pained, and every breath in and out hurt as if there were glass shards in your lungs.

They didn’t hold back, you’d give them that.

But they had barely ripped anything more than sharp intakes of breath from you, let alone information on the Resistance.

They realized soon that they weren’t getting anywhere. If they were, they were only rendering you more useless by killing you.

That’s when they brought Kylo back.

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By the time Z2 was able to find you again - because somehow the little guy lost you - Poe couldn’t decide whether to be relieved or even more angry.

The way the droid found you was by following a very talkative Kylo Ren. They guy wouldn’t stop yelling about you - The Rebel - and how pathetic the Officers were for not getting anything out of you already.

Poe had to admit, he was a little proud to hear you had barely said boo to whatever they’d done to you, but it soon changed back to worry when Z2 got you on camera.

You looked awful. A mess. And this time you weren’t exactly a hot mess.

Bruises were swelling over one side of your face, old blood was drying on your features and down your neck like cracks in a clay plate, the new blood lined the old like the lights that lined the hallways of the base at night. And that was only on your face.

Poe shuddered to think about the damage done that was hidden by your clothes.

“The base. Where is it?” Kylo went straight to the point, stalking up to your side and standing too close.

You stuck your nose in the air, chin high, and turned away, not saying a word as you rolled your lips together. Kylo grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you back to face him, and you let out a hiss.

“That’s a no-no.” you said, fruitlessly attempting to shrug him off.

“Tell me where it is!” You clenched your jaw, breathing in deeply, staying firm to your resolve to not tell. You were loyal. If that’s why you’d die here then so be it.

“Beat me all you want,” you said, “But unlike you I know what family means. I’m never telling you where they are.”

Poe was feeling an awful lot of disbelief lately, but this wasn’t quite like before. He knew you were strong, loyal, but he didn’t quite realize the sharpness of your tongue, and the protectiveness you had over your fellow Rebels.

Kylo stepped back, looking at you with as much disgust as someone with a mask-covered face could, and raised his hand.

From across the room, Poe saw Rey stiffen. Kylo was going to use the Force on you, and both him and Rey knew that you’d have no choice over giving up where they were hidden.

You could feel something enter your mind, oozing through your life and memories like tar, and sending a searing pain straight to your temples. You couldn’t stop it. As much as you wished and willed it to stop it wouldn’t.

You promised yourself you wouldn’t break, you wouldn’t tell. If you didn’t say anything, or said something, it wouldn’t matter. But you were not going to let Kylo keep rummaging in your brain.

“Please, enough!” you yelled, “I’ll tell you!”

The pain stopped, and the pressure released, but didn’t go away. It lingered.

Poe felt his heart drop, dread setting in again. You had no choice, but surely you couldn’t change your mind that quickly? Rey and Leia didn’t look incredibly worried, and looking over at your friend Joon, he looked more concerned about your well-being than his or anyone else's.

The room was eerily silent, as if the universe was holding its breath, like a cord ready to snap under the pressure and release, pushing them all into a frenzy to evacuare the planet.

“They’re,” you started, catching your breath, “They’re on Tatooine. In the desert. Hidden under a cloaking beacon where no-one can find them.”

Kylo’s hand fell to his side, and his head tilted back. Then he abruptly turned, starting to leave. The Officer to his left stepped forward.

“What do we do with her?” Kylo paused.

“Use your imagination.” Kylo said, then turned to Z2. “And get rid of that Droid.”

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You were terrified.

They were going to kill you, you were a hundred percent sure of it. What else would they do with you? You just hoped they did so before they reached Tatooine, before they found out you lied straight to Kylo Ren’s face.

The two Officers split, one going with Kylo, and the other stayed behind. To ‘deal’ with you, no doubt. The Officer measured for the one of the two Troopers to step forward, to raise their blaster.

The Trooper behind the Officer wasn’t supposed to do that too, right?

The Officer gave the order to fire, and you flinched, bracing yourself for death. You guessed death didn’t hurt too much, or instead, with the opening of your eyes, you found you didn’t die at all. The Officer lay on the ground, and the Trooper by the door’s blaster was smoking. The one closest you to move, releasing your restraints as if they’d wanted to do it since you first got there.

“Who’re you guys?” you asked.

The one at the door came forward, pulling their helmet off, and the one at your side, having released you, did also.

“We’re people who don’t want to be here.”

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kylossmile · 4 years

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Confessions- Kylo Ren

Summary:

When your teacher, Kylo Ren gets angry at himself for letting you get injured, his true feelings-and your own-are confessed.

Reader is implied female

Warnings: angst, fluff, angry kylo, suggestive themes, mentions of sexual activities.

Part 1/2 (eventual smut)

Authors notes:

Yeah this ones a bit long oops, welcome to my new account. I used to have an older starwars blog, however now that I am back into writing, requests are open on this page for a fresh start.

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He was angry. You could sense it within yourself.

‘18:02..’ you hummed, looking at your watch. He would be training.

You made your way toward the training rooms, your dark red and black tunic hanging from your form, saber attached to your belt, your shoes making near to no sound on the polished floors of the hallways, and yet the silence was deafening.

You had been injured the previous week, a slight limp in your stride the only evidence of such as you reach the magnificent training room.

——

Before your current relationship with Kylo Ren, you had been training to use the force yourself on a small remote planet, however this all changed when your training ramped up;

You connected with someone through the force, seeing the room they were in.

And thats when you heard a voice, manipulated, you assumed. When you saw the person said to be Kylo Ren, you couldnt help but be intrigued.

His mind was hard to access, yet you could so easily, and that caused for the Knight of Ren to search for you, until finally you surrendered, after he landed in your town, storm troopers searching everywhere for you.

You thought hed kill you,

Instead he brought you with him, leaving the town you once loved, in ruins.

He told you of his plan, and that he could teach you,

and so he did teach you. The man, not much older than you, taught you the power of the dark side.

At first he was ruthless, he pushed you harder than anyone else, and yet you saw his fondness in his eyes whenever you improved, and you couldnt help but to want to make him proud.

As you grew closer and closer, regular training sessions followed with dinner in his quarters, dinners lead to you becoming his fulltime apprentice, and that lead to now,

The man that you had grown to love, he was your commander, and to him you were his most trustworthy right hand.

Though it hadnt been talked about, you both knew that you cared for one another, it was more than just a job.

You regularly accompanied him on missions, and your relationship began to blossom, after you proved yourself to him, he saw you as his one and only. He wanted to protect you.

You ofcourse, were not allowed to read into that part of his thoughts. He kept his true feelings about you locked away in the deapths of his mind.

He had a destiny that he had to live out.

Your injury from a week ago was sustained from a fight you had with a young girl, the girl was unpredictable, seemingly not used to the sway of her saber, and with this uncertainty she managed to give you an injury, one that would set you out of missions for the next few weeks.

—-

Ofcourse, you werent supposed to fight this girl. Kylo decided he would go himself, and yet you begged him to let you come.

And so he let you.

The all powerful supreme leader had a weakness, and he was very aware of it.

——

You set out the next day, both of you with full trust in one another.

You were the only able to reach into the thoughts of Kylo Ren. The only one.

As you both split off to find a girl named ‘Rey’, you were unexpectedly attacked by a rebel group, and with them, the girl.

You reached out for Kylo, trying to see into his thoughts, to speak to him, but you could see he was busy too. It was a trap, it appeared, As he fought off one group, you fought another, commanding the few troopers with you.

You were strong. It wasnt long before you were the last one standing, one of the rebels taking the girl with them, as you strained to stay upright, the pain in your side horrible as you went to follow the two, before you were suddenly dragged back, strong arms enveloping you into a rugged chest.

‘Kylo..’

‘Leave it. We need to get you back.’

He seemed furious. His words were soft toward you, yet they stung.

I dont want you to get hurt more, I should have never allowed you to join me on this.

He spoke to you, as troopers searched the area, before he picked you up into his arms, causing you to groan in pain.

I will find her. And I will kill her.

——

He promised, more to himself than to you that he would eliminate this girl.

You spent the next week in and out of med bay, with Kylo training harder and harder, he seemed more stressed than ever, and rarely would sleep, causing you to worry about him.

He saw you less and less, his last words ringing in your head.

Were you a disappointment to him?

——

And that brings you back to where you are now, opening the doors before walking into the training area. The pain was pretty much gone now, however you felt a dark feeling as soon as you entered the room.

He seemed so cooped up in his training, he didnt even realise it was you that was in the room.

You were suddenly picked up, pushed against the wall with force as his back was turned to you, you could barely breathe, feet dangling slightly off the ground

You could feel it, all of his rage, it spun him out of control.

‘I SAID NO INTERRUPTIONS’ he suddenly screamed, activating his saber with a crackle before turning around, his helmet obstructed his face, yet you knew exactly what he was looking like.

Kylo

You used the force, trying to coax him out of this rage.

Kylo, its me.

He was closer to you now, his helmet looking down at you as his saber stayed close to your neck. The loud crackling in your ear did nothing to your focus as you stared up into the darkness, looking at where his eyes would be.

In a moment of silence, the saber stopped, and you dropped from the wall, into his arms, his movements turning frantic as he saw you coughing and spluttering, he threw his helmet off quickly and placed your face between his hands, he was shaking.

He stared into your eyes, worry, guilt, and something else.

‘Y/n-‘ he didnt know where to start, his rage engulfed him, he didnt mean to-

‘Kylo, I know that wasnt you. I see you no different’ you said softly, your hand reaching up to the side of his face, before flinching and grasping your side, your injury making itself known once again.

His breathing calmed, until he lay his head in the crook of your neck, his breath fanning your skin softly.

‘I am so sorry, I was so angry, angry at myself- that girl- I let you get hurt.’ He practically whimpered.

You allowed yourself to wrap your arms around the giant of a man, keeping him pressed to you.

‘I know you didnt want me getting hurt. But it happens.’

His own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close until you straddled him, your knees on either side of his hips as he pulled away, looking into your eyes.

You both stared into eachother, trying hard to read the other, until you both stopped trying

‘I love you’

You both whispered, faces becoming closer as you leaned in, his lips ghosted over yours before he pressed them to your own, kissing you with need, with passion.

He began to shift beneath you, arms holding you down onto him as his hands wandered down to your butt, then up your back, too focused on the kiss, you however, could feel his hardness against your heat, noting the desperation in his kiss.

You broke away from the kiss, his lips chasing yours as you giggled softly, making the powerful man beneath you pout.

‘We finally confess and you dont want to kiss me? What an odd little creature you are’ he joked, making you smile.

‘I want to do more than kiss, Kylo. Trust me on that, however, you have a meeting at 18:20’ you whispered against his lips.

He cocked a brow, pushing you back down onto his lap gently, making you feel him again. You gasped, hitting his shoulder slightly.

‘You just had me pinned against the wall, Kylo Ren, as much as youre sorry about it, maybe you can do it again later. But for now, you have a meeting, Ill see you afterward.’ You winked, getting up from his lap, watching how his eyes watched your every move.

His saber was in your hands, and he couldnt help but chuckle as he got up, reaching for his helmet before standing infront of you, his tall frame causing him to look down at you.

‘Youd better be ready, That injury isnt going to be the only thing making you limp tomorrow.’

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Five Times Tony Stark Was a Good Dad (And One Time He Wasn’t) Pt. 4

Hello my loves! I know its been well over a year since I’ve been active on here and I’m so sorry for that. A lot of things have happened to me in the last year, some good and some bad and I’ve been so busy trying to keep up with my life and everyone in it. I lost my urge to write along the way and I’m trying so hard to get it back. I’ve had this in my documents for a while and it’s taken me over a year to write it, off and on and I’m unsure with how I feel about it, but with End Game coming out, I’m really trying to get this finished this year. I hope I still have some people out there that enjoy this story and if you’ve stuck around this long, thank you so much! Now, on with a new chapter! :)

If you’re new to the story, you can read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 here!

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Liz is so pretty

Chin resting in the palm of his hand, Peter gazed dreamily at her from across the cafeteria, watching as she hung up a banner advertising the homecoming dance, along the cafeteria wall. She was stretched up on her tippy-toes, straining to reach the hook and Peter had a momentary flash of panic at the thought of her falling, but she managed to reach it safely and without incident and Peter could breathe again.

And then Liz caught his eye and smiled and suddenly, breathing was a problem again. He gave her a sheepish smile back, not expecting to get caught staring and he could feel his cheeks heat in a blush.

“—Peter? Did you hear me?”

Peter jumped when a hand landed on his shoulder, shooting a glare at an amused Ned, “Dude!”

“What? Was Liz wearing a new top or something?” Ned asked, glancing over at Liz’s lunch table, where she was laughing and chatting away with her friends.

“No, she’s worn the sweater before but never with uh, with the skirt—look, what were you talking about?” Peter demanded, desperate for a subject change. Anything, really, to wipe the knowing look off of Ned’s face.

“I was saying,” Ned repeated with a pointed look, “Do you wanna come over this weekend? There’s a StarWars marathon on HBO Saturday.”

“Yeah, dude sounds awesome.” Peter said with genuine enthusiasm. With his nightly activities as Spider-Man, homework and spending time with Tony, Peter hadn't really had a chance to hangout with Ned like he used to.

“Great! So I was thinking—“

Peter was trying to listen, he really was, but he saw Liz laugh at something Betty Brant said and he couldn't help but notice the way her nose crinkled in that adorable way when she was amused by something, her dark brown eyes shining in the mid afternoon sun—

“Dude!”

Peter startled, shooting Ned a sheepish look, “Sorry.”

Ned just rolled his eyes, chancing a glance at Liz before looking back at Peter, “You should just ask her out.”

Peter gaped at him, a very un-dude like squawk leaving his lips, “Are you kidding? Liz is a senior, a senior, and popular. Two things that I am most definitely not. What could she possibly want with someone like me?”

Ned deflated a little at that, “Yeah, I guess that’s true.”

“Hey!”

Ned ignored him, his face brightening, “But hey! Maybe Spider-Man could put in a good word for you! I heard Liz is having another party this weekend, maybe we could—“

“NO!” Peter said loudly, cutting Ned off and getting a few looks in the process. He lowered his voice, “Do you not remember what happened last time? Tony was so angry with me and he threatened to take my suit away if he ever found out about me going to another party. Not to mention the puke I had to clean off of the suit with a toothbrush—“

“You puked on the Iron Man suit?!”

Peter shot Ned a look that clearly said so not the point and continued, “There’s no way I’m ever disappointing Tony like that ever again.”

Ned sighed, “Okay, good point,” he casted a glance at Liz’s table and Peter followed his gaze, “well, at least she’ll be graduating soon and you’ll be able to move on to someone more attainable.”

Peter groaned, laying his head on the table and Ned patted his shoulder comfortingly.

~~~~~

“Mr. Parker is on his way up, sir.”

Tony looked up from his StarkPad when he heard F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice, just in time to see the elevator doors open and the welcoming grin slid off of his face when he noticed the rather dejected teenager step into the penthouse. He watched as Peter walked right past him, not even muttering his usual Hey Tony!, making his way into the kitchen to grab a snack

Ever since Peter had started coming over more, Tony made sure to keep the kitchen well stocked with food and drinks—of the non-alcoholic variety, even though hadn't had a drink since Peter’s party escapade a few weeks ago—knowing the kid was in a constant state of hunger due to his high metabolism. The kid could eat, reminding Tony a lot of Steve. He made sure Peter knew he could help himself as much as he wanted, as long as it was mostly healthy and didn’t spoil his dinner.

Peter grabbed an apple juice out of the fridge and a few granola bars from the cabinet over the sink, scarfing two of them down in one go.

“As much as I enjoy having you come over and watch you eat me out of house and home,” Tony began, making the kid jump and look up rom the bottle of apple juice he’d been studying like he just realized Tony had been standing there the whole time, “I think the polite thing to do is to actually greet someone before you start raiding their kitchen.”

Peter flushed, “Sorry, Tony, I guess I was a bit distracted.”

Tony raised an eyebrow, “Care to share?”

He didn’t know it was possible, but the red hue on the kid’s cheeks deepened until it was almost a dark shade of purple. He furrowed his eyebrows, concern making his chest feel tight.

“Seriously, kid, what gives? Did something happen at school today?” Tony asked, frown deepening, “is that lame Flash kid giving you problems again? Because if so, I won’t hesitate to have a one on one conversation with your principal and if that doesn't do the trick, F.R.I.D.A.Y. will have no issues hacking into the school’s database and erase that kid’s academic record from existence—“

“It’s not Flash.” Peter interrupted, look back down at the half eaten granola bar in his hand.

“Oh,” Tony said, deflating a little bit. Whether it was from being wrong or losing his chance to finally put that punk Flash kid in his place, he wasn’t sure. A mixture of both, maybe. Tony didn’t like to be wrong and that Flash kid irked him to no end. Seriously, the fact that kid had the nerve to apply for an internship at SI after treating Peter like his verbal punching bag didn’t sit right with Tony and he made sure that particular application never crossed Pepper’s desk, let alone any of his competitors—

“It’s a girl.” Peter continued, breaking Tony out of his thoughts.

“Pete, if you’re telling me you’re getting bullied by a girl, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Girls can be mean and intimidating. Have you met Pepper? Woman scares the shi—crap out of me on a good day. Seriously, the offer to hack into the school database still stands, regardless of gender, I don’t discriminate—“

Peter made a frustrated noise, cutting Tony of, “I’m not getting bullied by a girl!” He paused, considering, “well, there is Michelle, but I think that’s her way of saying we’re friends but—“ the kid flushed again and suddenly, a light bulb went off over Tony’s head.

“—her name’s Liz. She’s a senior and popular and captain of the decathlon team and I, well—I—I like her.” Peter admitted, biting his lip and glancing back down at the marble counter.

The name rang a bell in Tony’s brain and after a second thinking, he understood, “Is this the same Liz that threw the party? The same party that, you felt the need to drink at in order to work up the nerve to talk to her? The same party that you thought would be the perfect time to introduce your pal Spider-Man to all your classmates? The same party that I had to give up my Saturday night for in order to fly into the suburbs to stop you from making what could possibly be the biggest game of your young life and your way of thanking me was to puke on my multi-million dollar suit? And all of this was to impress this girl?”

Peter, despite the flush dominating his features, shot Tony an annoyed glare, “First of all, Ned said you got there in under ten minutes, so your Saturday night couldn't of been that busy. Second of all, I said I was sorry for getting drunk and puking on your suit, which, I cleaned—with a toothbrush, might I add—and I promised that I would never do it again, didn’t I? And third of all, it’s not like I actually succeeded in putting on my suit, so everyone still thinks I’m still lying about knowing Spider-Man and I’m still this giant loser—“

“Whoa, hey kid, take a breath.” Tony said, holding his hands up and Peter snapped his mouth shut, “okay, first of all,” Tony began, mimicking Peter, who flushed, giving Tony a sheepish smile, “cool it with the sass, you’re starting to take after me and that’s never a good sign.”

“Sorry,” Peter murmured, giving Tony a small, apologetic smile.

Tony waved him off, “But more importantly, Pete,” Tony continued, walking around the counter and resting his hands on Peter’s shoulders, who looked up at him with such a dejected look, Tony’s heart gave a painful twinge in his chest, “you missed my point. I know you made a mistake, you’ve more than made up for it and I have no doubt that you’ll hold true to your promise.”

Peter’s shoulder relaxed under his hands and Tony smiled, “What I meant by all of that was, you shouldn’t feel like you have to change yourself or become something you’re not in order to get someone to like you. Spider-Man isn't a party trick or something you can use to get your foot in the door with someone. Take it from someone who knows, kid. Don’t ever use who you are or who you know as a way of getting someone’s attention. Those people don’t want you for you, they only want to use you. For connections, money, power or blackmail or bragging rights. And while you may care about them, they don’t give a damn about you. I learned that the hard way and trust me, Pete, it’s not a good feeling, being used.”

Tony gave Peter a sad smile that turned genuine at the overwhelming sympathy in the kid’s big brown eyes, “Peter, you are possibly the kindest, and smartest person I’ve ever come across in my life-time. You have a big heart and you care about everyone that you come in contact with. You’re a great kid and I have no doubt that you’ll do great things one day with that big heart and big brain of yours and if this Liz girl can’t see that, then she doesn't deserve you.”

Peter gave Tony a bright smile, “Thanks, Tony.”

Tony gave his shoulders a light squeeze, ruffling Peter’s unruly hair, “Don’t mention it, kid.”

As quick as Peter’s smile came, it faded, a worried crease appearing between his eyebrows, “So, how do I ask her out?”

Tony chuckled, tossing an arm around Peter’s shoulders, leading him in the direction of the lab.

“Just be yourself, kid. If you try too hard, you’re sure to screw it up. Just let it happen naturally, talk to her like a normal person, because she is just a normal person.”

Peter nodded, but Tony could tell there was something else bothering him.

“What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

Peter bit his lip, staring down at his ratty sneakers. Tony made a mental note to buy him new ones.

“What if—what if she says no?” Peter said finally, glancing up at Tony with big eyes.

Then I sic my AI on her and all her hopes and dreams of getting into a good four year college no longer exist, Tony thought.

Out loud, he said, “That’s always a possibility, unfortunately. But you can’t take it personally, Peter. If she’s not interested, she not interested. Be a gentlemen about it and understand that it was nothing to do with you or who you are as a person. There’s nothing wrong with you, she just doesn't return your feelings. But hey,” Tony said, pausing in his stride to look at Peter in the eye, “you at least tried and now you know where you stand and now you’re one step closer to finding someone who will return your feelings.”

He clapped Peter on the shoulder, giving him an encouraging smile and Peter returned his smile, looking much lighter than when he first came to the Tower.

“Now, I have some idea’s for web fluid and I was thinking—oof.”

Tony suddenly had a side full of teenager as Peter wrapped his arms around Tony’s waist in a hug. Tony tensed, Peter’s open displays of affection always taking him off guard, but he relaxed, wrapping his arms around Peter in a quick hug.

“Thanks for listening, Tony,” Peter said softly, “I would normally go to May about this, but she’d just make a big deal about it and it’d be ten times more embarrassing and I uh, just, thanks.” Peter finished lamely, cheeks flushed.

“No need to thank me, kid,” Tony said with a smile, but it turned unsure and he debated what to say next, but decided to go for broke, “I know I’m not always the greatest at this…stuff,” he said with a wave of his hand, “but I’m trying, kid. And I hope you know that you can come to me for anything, whether it’s just to talk or if you need help with homework or girls or even if you just want to hangout, this tower, well, you’re always welcome. I just want you to know that.”

Tony was not blushing, he absolutely was not, but the blinding smile Peter gave him was worth any embarrassment Tony had to endure during that entire stuttered speech.

~~~~~

“Okay Peter, you can do this, you can do this,” Peter mumbled to himself at his locker, brushing his hair out of his eyes and wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans.

Liz was standing at her locker, reading her notes for their shared English class and Peter felt his stomach fill with nerves at the sight of her.

“You can do this, it’s just like Tony said, she’s just a normal person, you can do it.” Peter said, taking a deep breath. He slammed his locker shut, straightened his shoulders and headed down the hallway to Liz’s locker, where she was still reading her notes with a wrinkled brow.

You can do this, Peter thought to himself.

Liz looked up when he approached, smiling brightly at him and Peter was momentarily struck dumb by just how beautiful she was.

“Hey, Peter! Have you read the assigned reading for Hamlet? Betty told me that we have a pop quiz today and I’m freaking out.” Liz said, biting her lip nervously as she flipped through her binder.

Peter swallowed, “Uh, I did and it wasn't that bad. Ned told me the quiz wasn't that hard.”

C’mon Peter, just ask her out already

“Oh thank god, I only got through half of it. Between Homecoming and prepping for Decathlon practice, I fell asleep last night before I could finish—“

The bell rang, cutting Liz off and Peter closed his eyes in defeat.

Dammit

“Well, I’ll see you in English.” Liz said with a smile, shutting her locker and turning to walk down the hallway.

No no no no no no no no no

C’mon Peter, this is your chance, don’t waste it!

Peter sucked in a breath and summoned all of his courage—

“Liz, wait!” Peter said loudly, running to catch up with her.

She paused in the hallway, raising a delicate eyebrow, “Peter, I’m sorry, but I’m gonna be late—“

“Willyougotohomecomingwithme?”

She furrowed her eyebrows, confused, “I’m sorry, but I didn’t understand a word you just said.”

Peter took a deep breath, “Look, I realize I might be a little late and you might already have a date, but,” Peter swallowed nervously, glancing up at Liz with hopeful eyes, “I was wondering if you would, uh, you know, go to the dance, with, uh, me?”

“Actually, Peter—“

Peter winced, already sensing the rejection. He wanted a refund on his powers, his Spidey senses should warn a guy when he’s about to get his heart ripped out of his chest—

“—so busy planning the dance that I never really got around to the whole date part—“

Wait, what?

Peter looked up and saw Liz giving him a shy smile, “I’d love to go to the dance with you.

Peter gaped, “Wait, really?”

Liz giggled, her cheeks flushed a delicate rose, “Yeah Peter, I really like you.” she said shyly, tucking her hair behind her ear, looking up at him from underneath her long lashes.

Peter blushed, “I really like you, too.”

The warning bell rang and Liz’s eyes widened, “Oh well I better—“ she nodded her head in the general direction of the English classroom, giving him an apologetic smile.

“—yeah, I’ll uh, see you in English?” Peter asked, giving her a smile.

She nodded, smiling back, “Sure thing, Peter.”

She hesitated, unsure, but she stepped up on her tippy toes and—there’s no way, no way she’s about to—

Her soft lips landed on his blushing cheek and Peter was sure his heart was about to beat right out of his chest.

Holy shit

“Bye, Peter.” She whispered, flashing him a smile before she scurried off down the hallway, dark hair swaying about her shoulders as she ducked into the English classroom just as the final bell rang.

Peter ignored it, pressing his hand to his cheek in utter disbelief.

Liz Allan just said she’d go with him to homecoming

Liz Allan just said she really liked him.

Liz FREAKING Allan just kissed him on the cheek

Him, lowly sophomore, geeky Peter Parker.

HOLY SHIT

“Mr. Parker, is there reason why you’re not in class?”

Whoops

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Mr. Stark, you can’t be seriously asking me to pardon war criminals—who, not only broke the laws that you signed, but broke out of a maximum security prison, which I still think you have something to do with—“

“Now, Ross, you’re a smart man and I know you can do simple math. There’s three Avengers remaining, one who’s currently still upstate going through physical therapy to get the use of his legs back and Vision is afraid of his own power and then that leaves me. I can’t fight everything on my own, I need back up, I need—“

My family back, Tony thought suddenly. It caught him off guard, how badly he wanted that back. The team, the camaraderie, the family—

“Mr. Stark?” Ross prompted impatiently,

Tony shook himself out of his thoughts, clearing his throat, “This country needs the Avengers back. The world needs the Avengers back, with only me as the active Avenger left, we’re leaving the world vulnerable to outside attacks—

“—And how many casualties has the Avengers caused by inflicting their will on other countries—“

The door to his office opened and Tony took his eyes off the hologram in front of him, just in time to see a panicked looking Peter come bolting into his office at a break neck speed.

“Tony—“ Peter panted, eyes bright and hair disheveled.

“Kid, I’m a little busy here—“

“—are you even listening to me, Stark?” Ross’s angry voice demanded from behind him.

Tony ignored him, “Look, Pete, I’m in the middle of something here, how’d you even get into my office—“

“—Stark!—”

“—she said yes!” Peter said, cutting Tony off and it took a minute for Tony to switch gears and understand what Peter was talking about, but when he did—

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., end call.”

“Stark, don’t you dare hang up—“

Ross’s angry voice faded and Tony tried not to think about the wrath he would have to face later or how much farther back that sent him with progress he was making with the Accords.

But all of that faded when he took in Peter’s elated expression and Tony decided none of that mattered at the moment. His kid deserved his undivided attention, something Tony’s own father had never given him. Peter deserved better than that.

“Sorry about that, kid, Ross gets angry when things don’t go his way—“

“I interrupted something important, didn’t I?” Peter asked, looking up at Tony with guilty eyes.

Tony waved a hand, “Don’t worry about it, kid.”

Peter still looked doubtful, but Tony nodded to the elaborate chair opposite his side of the desk and Peter sat down hesitantly, while Tony chose to stand and lean against the desk.

“Now, tell me everything.” Tony said, a warm smile gracing his lips when Peter launched into detailed play by play of the most glorious ten minutes of his life, as he put it.

“And she kissed me on the cheek! Kissed me, Tony and she’s going with me to Homecoming—“

~~~~~~~~

Tony choked down some of May Parker’s date loaf in their tiny Queens apartment, watching as May fluttered around her nephew—fixing a stray curl, plucking lint off the suit Tony had made and tailored specifically for Peter—and he couldn’t help but feel grateful that Peter had wanted him here.

“Tony? Can you—“ Peter gestured down to his still yet to be tied tie and flushed, “I don’t know how to tie this.”

Tony sat his date loaf down on the coffee table and made his way over to the anxious teen. He grabbed the tie, tucking it underneath the collar of Peter’s crisp white button down and with expert fingers, he looped the tie into the perfect windsor knot, making sure it was straight before stepping away, admiring his handy work.

An odd sensation welled up in Tony’s throat as he took in the nervous teen in front of him, decked out in a custom Armani suit and the all black Chuck Taylor’s—something Peter insisted on because the suit is enough Tony, seriously. He might of gone a little overboard, he’s willing to admit that, but there was nothing in the world that Peter deserved more than one night as a normal teenager. The world expected too much out of this kid and Tony wanted ensure that Peter had all the experiences a normal teenager should, despite the fact that Peter was anything but normal.

His phone beeped and glancing down at it, he saw the text from Happy telling him that he was here and waiting in one of Tony’s flashier cars that he was loaning to Peter for the occasion.

“Alright kid, show time.” Tony said, glancing back up at the fidgeting teen.

May squealed, “Okay! Don’t forget the corsage and remember—“

“—tell her she looks nice, but not too much because that’s creepy—“

“—don’t be creepy—“

“—and when I dance with her, I keep my hands on her hips.” Peter recited dutifully and May smiled, opening her arms for a hug.

Tony glanced away, feeling like he was an intruding on an intimate moment between Peter and his aunt, especially when he heard May murmur, “Ben would be so proud of you, Peter.”

“Thanks, May.” Peter replied softly, pulling away and fixing his suit, but Tony saw him wipe discreetly at his face.

Peter glanced up at him and Tony smiled, “Knock ‘em dead, kid. Happy will pick you up after the dance and drop you off at home. Stay away from the punch, trust me, the whole ‘spike the punch bowl’ isn’t a myth. If you need anything, let me or your aunt know and make sure you get Liz home at decent hour, makes a good impression on the parents,” Tony squeezed Peter’s shoulder, “got it?”

Peter nodded, “I think so.”

Tony clapped his shoulder, “Have fun, kid. I’ve got everything covered for tonight.”

Peter gave him a grateful smile, “Thanks, Tony.”

“Don’t mention it, kid. Now scadaddle, Happy isn't a patient man.” Tony said, nodding to the door.

Peter gulped, grabbing the corsage sitting on the kitchen table and with a wave over his shoulder, he was gone.

Silence settled over the apartment and Tony could see May studying him with an intensity that made him decidedly uncomfortable

Tony cleared his throat awkwardly, checking his watch, “Well, I better—“

“Actually, Mr. Stark, do mind sitting down for a minute? I’d like to talk to you.” May asked and Tony gulped.

May Parker reminded him a lot of Pepper, fierce and no nonsense, especially when it came to someone she loved. And if there was one thing in this world that Tony was sure of, it was that May Parker loved her nephew and she’d kill a man dead if it meant that Peter would be safe and happy.

And Tony would be a dead man if May Parker ever found out that he was not only encouraging Peter’s after school activities as a superhero by handing him a multi-million dollar suit, but he was also responsible for putting her nephew in the same battle field as a super soldier and an ex-HYDRA assassin with a chip on his shoulder in the shape of a prosthetic arm.

Tony (wisely) took his seat silently in an arm chair angled across from the couch and eyed May warily as she sank down into the worn cushions.

“I won’t lie and say that I like you. To be honest with you, I don’t really agree with a lot of things you’ve done and I’m still not sure how I feel about you spending so much time in Peter’s life,” May said bluntly, folding her hands in her lap and Tony swallowed heavily.

“But something is going on with him,” she continued, “I’m not sure what it is, but I know you’ve got something to do with it.”

Shit

Tony kept his face blank, while he scrambled to think of some way out of this that, not only kept Peter’s other identity safe, but also kept him safe in case May turned out to be a hitter. He knew better than to lie, because he was already dangling precariously on the edge of May’s trust and if she caught him in a lie, not only would this little “internship” with Peter end, he would put the kid in tough spot. He was already lying to his aunt about a lot of things, he didn’t want to be another thing added to that list.

And Tony knew, deep down, that if Peter was forced to choose between him and his aunt, Peter would choose his aunt over Tony any day. And as much as Tony had bitched and moaned about taking on the full responsibility of monitoring the kid and looking after him, Peter had become an important part of Tony’s life and he wasn't willing to risk losing the relationship he had built with him by lying to the one person that Tony knew had Peter’s best interest at heart.

So he went for broke.

“Mrs. Parker,” Tony began, taking off his sunglasses and folding them neatly into his breast pocket, “I’ll admit, when I first stumbled across Peter, I knew that he would be a very valuable asset to me and my company once he graduated high school. He’s a bright kid with talent that I’ve only seen in myself and a handful of highly educated people that I’ve worked with. He’s passionate, he’s smart and he’s got an endless amount of ideas that would make some companies very very rich, mine included, if Peter wishes to continue working for my company when he graduates from college.”

May didn’t look impressed and Tony could feel his brow begin to sweat a bit. This is why Pepper always wrote the speeches, he was never good at this…talking thing. Selling his products, his visions, his ideas. That he could do in his sleep. But when he tried to sell himself—his intentions, his personality, who he was as a person—that he struggled with.

“Peter…he’s special. And I don’t mean just because of his brain, of his gifts or abilities. He’s one of the most genuine people I’ve ever come across, he cares so deeply about the people and the world around him. And he’s persistent, too persistent for his own good, sometimes.”

May snorted and Tony relaxed a bit, “I care about Peter, a lot. I know that I may not be the best role model for the kid, but he’s going through things that he’s trusted me with, that I can help him with. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but you have to trust me when I say that will do everything in my power to ensure that nothing ever happens to Peter. I’ll make sure he’ll learn from my mistakes and he won’t follow in my footsteps. He’s already doing a hell of a lot better than I was at his age.”

“You can say that again,” May muttered, but Tony could tell that there was no heat behind it.

Tony chuckled, “Like I said, I’m well aware that I shouldn't be anyone’s role model, that’s why I never had kids, but Peter,” Tony swallowed, suddenly feeling like he was revealing too much about himself. He was used to playing his cards close to the chest, never revealing too much, never giving away the game early. But his guilt at essentially helping a fifteen year old lie to his guardian about his extracurricular activities did weird things to the soul and Tony’s guilt complex wanted May to know that he had the kid, had his back and his best interests at heart and would lay down his life if it meant Peter got to live another minute of his.

Something, Tony was sure, his father never would have done for him.

“Basically, if I had to choose what I would want my kid to turn out like, Peter would be the embodiment of it. I love that kid like he’s my own and I would never let any harm come to him as long as I’m alive.”

If May was shocked by this turn of events, she didn’t show it, instead, she regarded him thoughtfully and he could see a grudging respect in her eyes. But behind the respect, he could see the fatigue. Of raising a precocious fifteen year old with in a single income household, in one of the most expensive cities in the world, eight months after her husband was killed.

Maybe Peter was right. Maybe they should hold off telling May about anything involving his spidey alter ego.

May sighed, leaning forward in her chair and steepling her hands together under chin, “Peter’s been through a lot of tragedies. His parents, Ben,” she trailed off and Tony offered her his handkerchief when he noticed the wet state of her eyes. She took it with a shaky hand and dabbed at her eyes with the red silk, “Peter was there the night Ben died and if I could've afforded therapy, I would've sent him to one. But things have been so tight since Ben died and Peter just wanted to try his best to move on and I—I just worry.” May bit her lip and looked down at her lap.

“However, as much as it pains me to admit it, I have noticed a change in Peter ever since he’s started working with you on your internship and spending one on one time with you. He seems more like his old self, his grades have gotten better, he’s spending more time with his friends and he’s become more involved in school again. So whatever it is that he’s dealing with, if you feel like you have it handled and Peter trusts you with it, then I guess I can learn to live with it.”

Tony blinked. And then blinked again. And again.

“But, if even one hair on his head gets injured while he’s in your care…”

Tony had an active imagination and didn’t need her to finish her threat. But what May didn’t know, was that if any harm came to Peter while he was with Tony, she wouldn't have to kill him herself. Tony would never be able to live with himself if anything happened to Peter, not on his watch.

~~~~~~~~~~

Happy had returned from dropping Peter off and was waiting in front of the car when Tony came out of Peter’s building. He jumped to attention when he noticed Tony, running to the passenger door to open it for him, waving him into the idling vehicle.

“Where to, bossman?” Happy asked.

Tony ignored his question, “Did the kid get there okay?”

He ignored Happy’s curling lip at the mention of Peter, “Yes, he did. After thanking me profusely for the first fifteen minutes, he proceeded to chat my ear off for the rest of the ride. I feel sorry for the kid’s date—“

Once again ignoring Happy entirely, he clapped him on the shoulder, “That’s great Hap, be sure to pick him up when the dance is over. I told him to text you when they were ready to go and you’ll take them wherever else they'd like to go. I’ve got some business to attend to.” Tony said, distractedly tapping at his watch.

With a whoosh of smoke and thrusters, the Mark 34.5, Tony’s latest prototype of the suit, appeared and with a final wave, Tony hopped into the awaiting armor.

“And Hap, lose the attitude. Tonight’s a big deal for the kid, let’s make it special, alright?”

The snap of the faceplate drowned out Happy’s grumbling.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y? On a scale of one to ten, how embarrassing is it for parents to show up to school dances to spy on their kid and their date?” Tony asked, testing out the the thrusters as he flew himself into the sky.

“According to my findings, an average rating to that question is about a 9.6 in the level of embarrassment of teenagers and their parents unexpected arrival at a school dance.”

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to test out the new stealth mode. Give me the fastest route to Midtown Tech, I need to make sure the whole ‘spike the punch bowl’ isn't a thing anymore. We don’t need a replay of the roof fiasco we had a few weeks ago.”

“Would you like me to hack the security cameras?”

Tony grinned, “Yes, yes F.R.I.D.A.Y., that’s a fantastic idea.”

Just as F.R.I.D.A.Y successfully hacked into the security cameras and Tony was outside the school gym, his phone began to ring, Pepper’s face popping up on the screen, interrupting the live stream of the dance .

Shit

“Not now, F.R.I.D.A.Y, ignore call, ignore call, ignor—“

“Tony?”

“Sorry, Pep, I’m busy testing something out on the new suit—“

“—please tell me why you’re currently hovering over Mid-Town Tech’s Gym—“

“How do you—“

“You forgot to use stealth mode—“

Double shit.

“F.R.I.D.AY—“

“You never gave me a direct order, Sir.”

“Tony? Are you—are you using the suit spy on Peter?! Tony—!“

Triple shit.

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everyonesawhoregrace · 6 years

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The Good Side (Thomas Shelby Fanfic)

Part 3

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I wake up dreading work, but also looking forward to what’s to come with the mates in the prison. This isn’t anything I can say is new, I almost always wake up dreadful of what the inmates of the Sparkhill prison will bring to me.

I put on my nursing suit - a set of scrubs the colour of mustard, kissing grandad Francis goodbye and drive off to the prison. It’s an old prison house, only carries a few hundred men. There are three nurses mad enough to work there apart from me, and two doctors who never show up. We have a few spiritual guiders also come in, and visitors coming to visit their fathers, sons, boyfriends. All of whom are either serving the death sentence or about to die themselves of old age.

“Good morning William!” I say, baring crutches for him.

His eyes go wide the moment he walks into my office, I mention the wooden walking sticks to him. “Wow! For me?!”

I put a smile on my face, wide and excited for him. “Yes for you. But, I’ve promised the warden that you won’t make the crutches into some sort of weapon or shank. Alright?”

“To you?!” He crosses his heart. “I would never! Alene! Thank you!”

The day goes on with me dealing with patients with illnesses from the common flu to some sort of respiratory infection. A few inmates had bad cases of the runs, others have been complaining about massive backaches due to the awful bed.

I save the best for last, making my way to his dungeon with a frown on my face. I was scared beyond belief of what the day was to bring when I meet his sleeping body. He’s completely quiet, but his chest rises and falls at a quick pace. I allow my hands to fall against the side of his face, feeling out his temperature and making sure alls well. He feels scratchy, but warm. Not anything remotely alarming which is good. My eyes catch the sight of whiskey and smokes, the little glass full of morphine. I almost lunge towards his nightstand and gather it into my hands. Taking all of them into my nurse uniforms large pockets. I hide them all before sweeping his hair from his face.

My eyes trickle down to his hands, bruised from previous fights I’m sure. I note the ring on his wedding finger and instantly my heart jolts out of place. Married? I look back up at him, wondering what kind of ill woman would get married to such a man.

He looks innocent as he sleeps, like a holy man with good aspirations and intentions. Not a man who chokes a woman in fear that she is working with his enemy. Which reminds me.

Blinder. Hah. I was sure to do research about them the moment I went home. Had to ask my grandfather about the Blinders, and he nearly shat his pants poor thing. The Peaky Blinders, a gang that originated in Small Heath and is making its way throughout England. Powerful men who lurk in the shadows. I had to ask my granddad if he knew any of them by name, but he couldn’t recall.

I thought grandad was telling me some sort of folk tale, but I had gotten to chatting about the Peaky Blinders with a gentleman at the grocery store last night who also began to babble on about them.

Do you reckon you know a Tommy Shelby by chance?

He’s the bloody leader! The bloke replied to me.

My jaw might as well have hit the floor.

Once I push back a hair from his face does he open his eyes and frown at me. He’s got luscious lips. I pull my hand back, “You’re awake.”

“And you’re touching me.” He hisses. “What do you want?”

I put my hands on my hips and look away. “I ah, well I-”

“Were you admiring me?”

“I was not!” I flat out say, embarrassed. Hmph. “As a matter of fact, I find you quite disgusting.”

He cocks an eyebrow, entertained. “Oh?”

“Don’t think I don’t know who you bloody are.” I hiss, looking at him like the despicable man I sought him out to be. “You blinder.”

“You thought I was chatting about a sports team yesterday.” He says, unfazed, but amused.

“I was only kidding.” I scoff. “No, I know exactly who you are. And before you go trying to harm me, I’ll have you know, I will defend myself the next time you dare put your hands on me.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared.” He smirks before suddenly frowning, “You know, you never told me why you left London to be a prison nurse in a rural town.”

“I’m not obligated to tell you anything.” I wrap my arms over my chest, Thomas rolls his eyes. “Christ, you must really be getting the piss out of this.”

“You’re the first person I’ve ever met who didn’t seem scared of me.” He tells me, without hesitating. “It’s like you have no fear, Alene.”

“What do I have to be afraid of?” I whisper, looking down at him. “You’re hurt. Wounded. You said it yourself, you need me. Right?”

He nods. “Right.”

“Good.” I say before remembering that I haven’t tended to his wounds across his torso. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to finish doing my job.”

“Your job.” He nods. “The one where you admire me as I sleep, or the one where you-”

I groan, letting out a laugh. “Fuck off!”

It takes me a while to actually get my head in the game as Tommy lifts his arms and allows me to do my thing. Its hard to not pay attention to the detail of his physical appearance, I mean, the man is fucking beautiful to say the least. And the closer I get, the more I can see intricate details of him, like his long thin black eyelashes, his high cheekbones, the way his lips turn a berry pink when he rolls his tongue overtop. His eyes are a stunning blue, lighter than day but there is an emptiness too. One that makes me sad.

Most of the inmates here are soulless, and they look fucking miserable. But Tommy, Christ, he looks like he’s never seen the sun in years. Like someone’s taken his soul and left him empty. Alone.

He looks up at me, a blank stare that is intimating. His hand rests on his stomach, fingertips touch the line of hair that disappears under his drawers. I sit right beside him, pressing cold cloths to open wounds, and rubbing ointment to make sure it doesn’t get infected.

Every now and then, I look into his eyes, and see him looking back at me. I wonder what he thinks about, because I know he’s thinking about something. But instead, I internalize everything. Allowing myself the time to take care of him the way I had sworn I would. I don’t think much of it until once I finish and he grabs my wrist, stopping me from getting up.

I look at him, to see a man who is vulnerable and out of place. “Alene,” He whispers my name, eyebrows pulled together.

I grown concerned, frowning, “What is it?”

Just when I think he’s going to enter my brain with his ideas and technicalities do I feel him pull back and shut all of his doors on me. Leaving me out. “Nothing.” He states.

I get up to stand, making my way to my medical kit and gather my things. Routinely closing it up and putting everything away. Walking towards the door, I can feel his whiskey, morphine and smokes in my pocket and think about just leaving them all with him. I can’t be bothered bothering him like that. But regardless, how fucking guilty would that look, me just putting his stuff back down on his table like oops, sorry. So, instead, I prepare myself for departure. I’m ready to go, when again, his voice stops me.

“I’m sorry.” He clears his throat. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I can’t stop thinking about it and-”

“It’s okay. I get it.” I don’t get it. He’s totally fucked up but... I can’t necessarily blame him for what he did. I hold the door with my arm up, pushed between the room and hallway.

He opens his mouth, “I just don’t want you to think I’d do that again to you.”

Imagining myself smiling and saying, of course babe, is a flat out fucking lie. So, I be honest and do what I usually do in situations I feel awkward in. I get the hell out of there. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Tommy.”

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kylo-ren-writes · 6 years

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Gone

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Request: anon requested:

“Can I request a fiction where the reader goes missing. Smoke thinks the reader is a distraction from Kylo so he sends the reader away without giving him the slightest idea. So he obviously goes searching for the reader and this the reader becomes an even bigger distraction for Kylo. Basically fluff and sadness.”

Warnings: uhh, angst-ish, sadness I suppose.

Tag List: @beautifulbows924 @celestiaelisia @bluudhavens @majestic-sith-queen @just-another-starwars-fangirl

A/N: here you go anon, I truly hope you enjoyed! This is the first detailed fic I’ve written in a while and it feels good to post it. (Gif not mine!)

Kylo could feel it the moment that it had happened, or rather, when the exact moment Snoke had allowed him to.

The moment Kylo could no longer feel your presence on board of the giant star destroyer, it had felt like his dark world was crumbling beneath him, sending him falling down into a pit of even more darkness—fueled by an uncontrollable rage.

Behind his emotionless mask, or emotion concealing helmet, Kylo was left stunned and almost vulnerable, seething underneath the thing that hid his identity and struck fear into the hearts of anybody.

Kylo was a force to be reckoned with on his own, but as soon as he felt that emptiness within the force that your presence and energy had once occupied, he was a typhoon of emotion and rage.

Fortunately for everyone else, Kylo had been stalking down a corridor on his way to see the man he was whirling towards now. No one had been near him so no one had gotten hurt, and anyone that was near him now got out of the way before the storm rained down upon them.

It wasn’t hard for Kylo to immediately figure out who had been responsible for your disappearance. Snoke had been warning him for months.

Anything that Snoke deemed “distracting” to Kylo’s training was immediately taken away from him, and Kylo was reminded of who he was and his legacy. It had happened before in the past with smaller things and now it was happening with something that Kylo valued more than anything. You.

At first, Snoke used you as an incentive for Kylo to train harder. You were his reward after a long day and someone he looked forward to seeing after working so hard to where he was now. But it didn’t take long for Snoke to begin to see you as something that stood in the way of Kylo’s training, which is why he had you sent away.

Kylo boarded the lift that would bring him up to his masters throne room. He used the short amount of time to try and rein in his emotions so he wouldn’t explode. It was difficult for him, but Kylo thought about you and how you always managed to calm him down. It helped a little.

When the lift came to a stop, Kylo had clenched fists and a stiff posture.

The doors opened to reveal the deformed figure of Snoke sitting on his throne. It almost seemed like he never left that over-sized chair with how he was always seated there.

Kylo started forward, seeing red figuratively and literally. Snokes throne room did have a splash of red to it along with the praetorian guards that lined the outer walls of the room, ready to attack and defend their Supreme Leader from an attack. That idea was enough to keep the seething knight from lashing out.

Snoke eyed Kylo as he stalked forward, noticing the stiffness of his walk and the clenched fists. He already knew why Kylo was here, or rather knew why his apprentice was filled with such rage. It amused him.

When he was close enough to the taller man, Kylo bent down on one knee out of respect and submission, even though he very badly wanted to show defiance. But he was here for a reason.

“Kylo Ren,” Snoke spoke first in a sort of greeting to his apprentice. He had a curl to his lips, a mock smile or even a sneer. Both were applicable.

Kylo had his neck bent so his gaze was to the floor. He stayed silent, another form of respect that he did not feel towards the man before him at this exact moment. He was careful to hide that feeling, to lock it away in the deepest parts of his mind.

Snokes long, bony fingers curled around the armrests of his throne as he gazed down at Kylo. “Do tell me what has gotten you in such turmoil,” Snoke mused. He was mocking Kylo.

Lifting his head up to look at the man, Kylo tried not to point him with a glare even though he wouldn’t be able to see it. It was more of a way for Kylo to remember to stay in control of his emotions. “The girl... she is gone. I no longer sense her presence on this ship.”

“Ahh,” Snoke lifted a bushy brow. “I sent her away. She’s gone.” Snoke almost sounded bored, emphasizing how much he did not care for you or your life in the slightest.

Meanwhile, Kylo felt his heart drop. He felt his stomach fall into his abdomen and the familiar taste of bile burn his esophagus as it threatened to spew out of his mouth. His fists clenched harder than they had ever before, or at least that’s what it felt like.

“But master,” Kylo tried to keep his tone level. “Why?” He knew better than to question his master, but Kylo had a feeling that Snoke would allow it. He was enjoying this too much.

Snoke leaned forward the slightest in his throne, a smirk on his deformed face while the rest of him stayed impassive. “She was a distraction.”

He said it so casually, as if he were relaying to Kylo a mission he was supposed to complete, and not like he was ripping out what was there of Kylo’s cold heart.

Kylo didn’t really have the words. He had already known this in the back of his mind, but hearing his master say it out loud was a completely different feeling.

Kylo rose from his kneeling position on the floor, slowly so as not to startle the guards that watched the ticking time bomb before them. The emotions he was feeling were almost crippling; a mess of anger, loss, and despair. Snoke knew how important you had been to him, this was only a mere power play.

“The girl wasn’t a distraction,” Kylo nearly growled. “I still did everything you asked. I worked harder, I—“

“Enough,” Snoke bellowed, effectively cutting Kylo off. His bushy brows were turned down in disapproval. He wasn’t going to listen to Kylo’s desperate whining over a useless girl. And deep down Kylo knew that you really did not serve much of a purpose to his training or the First Order. But you weren’t necessarily a distraction either. All you did was give Kylo happiness, but Snoke preferred his apprentice angry and always on the verge of a tantrum.

When Kylo stayed quiet and could no longer control the anger that flowed through his body from head to toe, and his ragged breathing was audible through his helmet, Snoke spoke again.

“The girl is gone and you will devote all of your attention into completing your training.” Snoke said it in a way that meant it was final, something Kylo found hard to accept. He leaned back into his throne, the grip he had on the arms of it relaxing.

Kylo hesitated, his chest heaving. This wasn’t final, this was not how it was going to be. He was going to find you, to bring you back or take you somewhere where you would be safe. He was going to, he had to. But could he? Could Kylo even find you? He would certainly try and he would be distracted, too. Fuck Snoke.

“Yes, master,” Kylo faked submission. He hid whatever sense of defiance that had snaked its way into his mind away from Snoke.

When Snoke looked over his young apprentice and decided that Kylo had indeed been genuine, something Kylo put into the fore front of his mind, Snoke nodded in approval and dismissal.

Kylo turned on his heel and stalked away, quickly into the safety of the lift that would carry him away from his prying master. He didn’t even glimpse at the man before the doors closed in front of him and he was heading downwards. But he did keep his mind clear, knowing Snoke could pry into his mind and sense his betraying emotions easily and whenever he wanted. Kylo would keep them away until he was at a decently safe distance from the man.

When the doors to the lift began to open, signalling that Kylo was safely below, he didn’t wait for them to open completely as he slipped through. That same anger from before still coursed through his body, but he had a new objective in his mind. His training was forgotten and instead the image of you replaced it.

Fuck his training and job and Snoke. Kylo was going to find you or at least he was going to try. Snoke wasn’t going to take you away from him, or at least that’s what Kylo thought and was determined to think.

For the next three weeks after his encounter with Snoke, Kylo abandoned his training and devoted all of his time to trying to find you. He went to planets, rifled through the minds of officers and stormtroopers, threatened higher ranks, and even went to General Hux to find any ounce of information on where Snoke had ordered you to be taken to.

Snoke didn’t even interfere with Kylo’s newfound mission. He never once sent for his apprentice or try to communicate with him through the force. Kylo felt it odd that Snoke wasn’t angry, but he didn’t devote much attention or thought to it. He was too busy searching for you.

Kylo went through weeks of sleep deprivation and skipping meal times as he investigated any and every lead, no matter how minuscule. The force user was beginning to grow frustrated and agitated as almost two months went by with not a single clue of where you were being kept.

Even though Kylo couldn’t just seek you out through the force, he could still feel you. You were still alive and, from what he could tell, unharmed. So, he knew that you weren’t dead or gone. He also knew that it was most likely a trick, curtesy of Snoke.

Kylo knew how Snoke’s mind worked. He knew every trick and eyebrow twitch. Every purpose behind his actions and ever meaning behind his words. Kylo knew that this trick of being able to feel you but not find you was another way of controlling him, and maybe he was playing right into it. But he had to find you. He had to.

The idea of finding you was beginning to dim, however, as more weeks passed. Kylo wasn’t anywhere in his search. He had no leads, no more ideas, no more suspects, or even an ounce of an idea of where you could possibly be. It was beginning to feel futile and hopeless.

Maybe Kylo was never going to find you. Maybe this was the point, why Kylo hadn’t heard a single word from his master in two months.

Snoke’s game.

Kylo stalked down the hallway towards the lift that he hadn’t been to in what felt like forever. He was tired and disheveled, and most of all he felt broken and empty. His missed you, dare he say, and the effect you had on him. He missed returning to his room where he knew you were, and the smile that would transform your features into the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. Kylo missed every single part of you, and with you gone and the search to find you seemingly pointless, Kylo felt broken down.

The doors to the lift opened and Kylo stepped inside, facing them as they closed. He could feel the pressure of himself being lifted up, his body stiffening at the thought of what was to come. His mind was blank, however, he truly had nothing to think about or have anxiety over. Not anymore, not with you gone.

Kylo’s attention fell onto the familiar man that he had not seen in a while as the doors opened to reveal the red room. He was no longer seeing the red figuratively, only literally now, with the same praetorian guards in their places.

Snoke sat at the center of it all, like he always did, watching his apprentice as he walked towards him. He enjoyed seeing how physically broken down Kylo was and the toll of his pointless search of you had taken on him.

Yes months of training had been wasted. Yes Kylo had lost a bit of that muscle he had built up over the years, and yes so much valuable time had been lost. But it was all worth it. To see Kylo now, the consequences of his defiance towards his master, the agonizing toll it had taken on him, mentally, physically, and most importantly, emotionally, was all worth it to the withered looking man in the throne. Every single bit of it.

Kylo kneeled down in front of Snoke, a reflexive act of submission and respect he had grown used to. It was still something he truly did not feel, though. But then again, Kylo didn’t feel much of anything right now.

Snoke waited a few long minutes as he just gazed down at Kylo, observing his handiwork. Everything had been on purpose and every play in this game he had created had been calculated. The only person that knew about your location was Snoke himself. Anyone else had been terminated long ago, and Kylo kept you alive only to torture Kylo with the idea that you were “out there.”

Even though Kylo knew Snoke fairly well, he hadn’t known any of that. Snoke had counted on it, to be blinded and distracted by you. To make a point.

“Are you done?” Snoke asked almost bitterly, his same bushy brows narrowed in to show his disapproval of the knight, even though Kylo had his head bowed.

Kylo swallowed a lump that had formed in his throat, suddenly feeling so tired. More tired than he had ever felt before. Was he done? He knew exactly what Snoke was asking. Was Kylo done searching for you? Was he done tormenting himself over trying to desperately find you, knowing in the back of his mind that it was hopeless. That if Kylo manages to find you then it would only be because Snoke allowed it. Was he done? The answer was a painful yes.

“Yes, master.” Kylo didn’t hesitate this time over the words. It was pointless to continue his search for you, he knew this now, no matter how he felt.

Smirking in satisfaction, Snoke nodded. “Good. You will begin your training tomorrow and you will make up for the time you wasted,” he sneered at the last part. “If you fail me again, there will be harsher consequences.”

Kylo lifted his head to look up at his master, no more anger or defiance left in his weakened body. This is where Snoke wanted him to be. Kylo knew that now. He couldn’t win or lose, only be controlled. And controlled he would be.

“I will not fail you again, master.”

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