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The Handmaiden's Fox (Commander Fox x Reader) Chapter Two

Summary: You have been by Amidala’s side since she was the queen of Naboo and no one will shake you from your duty. Not even a handsome, red-clad commander who seems quite taken with the friendship you’ve forged. Commander Fox x fem handmaiden reader. Slow burn, friends to lovers. Rating: Mature A.N: This chapter is mostly focused on building the "foundations" of everything, setting things into motion for you and the dear commander, but I hope it's still an entertaining chapter. Jacen and Tiio are OCs that I made for this series and I have...plans for them in later chapters, so I'd keep an eye on them if I were you 💗 Word Count: 6,814 Chapter Warnings: None

Prologue /// Part One /// Part Two /// [part three coming soon]

“I’m losing my touch,” your tone was quite petulant as you threw yourself on the settee, which caused Dormé to flash you a smile.

“And what makes you say that, my dear?” she asked, not taking her attention off the sewing in her hands.

You closed your eyes, remembering just how vibrant your reaction had been during the… incident yesterday. Fox had seemed like such a good ally one moment- then the next was treating you like some common criminal, like the ones you had just felled! You weren’t sure if anyone blamed you, or even took note of your pure anger in that moment, but you had.

So, sitting here in the comfort of the sewing room in Padmé’s apartment with your friend, you could hardly bare the memory.

“I used to be so good at hiding myself, and my emotions whenever I was on the job, no matter what was thrown at me. I could stare down the angriest politician or bulking battle droid without so much as a crease in my brow. Now look at me? Shouting at that Commander like some banshee.” Another dramatic sigh, comforted by the fact that this home was one of the only places you could truly be yourself, “What’s wrong with me, Dormé?” You opened your eyes and turned your head to look at her, hands folding over your chest.

You did not miss the way she was smirking, eyes darting up to you for just a moment even as she continued sewing. “If you want my opinion as your colleague, I’d say you’re simply getting fed up with the stoicism of your position. You have been at this for over a decade, that’s a long time to keep up such an unyielding, specific standard.”

That made a little sense. Things were not nearly as restrictive as a senator’s handmaiden as they had been when you were a queen’s handmaiden, but, that hadn’t stopped you from performing the same level of care and stoicism whenever you were beside Padmé or working on her behalf. No one, not even Padmé herself would blame you for taking it easy on that front.

Still, a part of you felt like there was something more to your recent slip ups. Something, a more recent development that was pushing the limits of your professional mask.

“And, if I were to ask your opinion as my friend instead?” You asked.

“Oh, that’s easy. Commander Fox has gotten under your skin and you don’t like it.”

You scoffed, “What? Gotten under my skin how?”

Again she did not look away from her stitches, “Think about it: you’ve met someone who’s as hard to read as you, who takes even less none-sense than you, expects just as much excellence as you, and every bit as unyielding as you. You’ve finally met a man who can keep up with you, and it’s thrown you off balance. And that has gotten under your skin, my friend. That is a large part of why you’ve found it harder to keep that emotionless facade in check.”

Your mouth opened, intending to debate the analysis, but no words came to mind. Dormé was rarely wrong, something you had always admired about her, so perhaps… In truth, you almost never met someone outside of Padmé’s staff that impressed you. Truly, impressed you, that is. You admired others, certainly, saw their strength or kindness, their wisdom or passion, admired individuals for how they made up the unique galaxy. You valued others for who they were. But, impressed you? That was usually reserved for the high standards of those you worked with.

It was a fault of yours, to be sure, your own Naboo-based pride being something of a work in progress ever since you came to Coruscant all those years ago. So, a clone commander who had no ties to your people meeting your standards unexpectedly? You saw her point.

“I think my colleague and my friend are both right,” you conceded eventually.

Dormé hummed in approval. “So, since he meets our impossible standards, we’ll have to find a way to gain him as an ally, like you mentioned before. He would be a powerful contact to add to your collection.”

She was right again. Weeks ago, after your first encounter with Fox, you had mentioned wanting to gain his trust, seeing the value in having someone of his position and loyalty on your list of allies.

However, now, the thought of treating him as just another contact made you a little uneasy.

You had heard the way so many others in the senate talked about the clones, as if they were…sub-human, no more feeling than their birth numbers. The last thing you wanted was to treat him like a tool to be used, no matter how useful his position could be to your inner spy.

“I’m not against having him as a potential contact, but… I think that I would like to become his friend first.”

Dormé actually looked up at you then, eyebrows raised. “My, he truly must have impressed you if that’s the case. We both know ‘friends’ are a luxury here on Coruscant, especially now.”

Another long sigh, you wanted to reply, but were too lost in pondering the weight of your own words as she finished her sewing.

“Alright, enough talk about the Commander,” Dormé said in a mock of a business tone, “Up up, let’s see how this looks.” She rose from her chair shaking out the cape she had been mending.

You did as asked, jumping up and walking towards one of the full length mirrors in the room as she came up behind you. She draped the elegant cloth around your shoulders, smoothing it out as you fastened the elegant silver clasp at the throat.

“As always, my friend, you have done exquisite work,” you praised, turning this way and that in the mirror, “not even I can tell where the vibro blade tore through.”

“Hm, just do me a favor? Next time you want to practice combat in full handmaiden attire, wear one of the tecklon weave capes? At least those are blade resistant.”

“But that was the point, I wore this one to incentivize me not to get stabbed.”

In the mirror, Dormé raised her eyebrow at you, “I would think not getting stabbed should be its own incentive.”

“It should be, but it’s not nearly as fun.”

She laughed at that when you waggled your eyebrows back at her in the glass, but if she was going to say anything further, it was cut off when both your comlinks went off at the same time.

At this time of day, that probably meant one thing, and that was an ‘over dinner meeting’ being called. Those had become fewer and fewer over the years, as Padmé tried her best to give everyone their evenings to themselves, but it was hardly a rare occurrence. A part of you welcomed it tonight, though, the ‘meetings’ were always very casual, full of good food and playful banter between everyone who had worked together for so long. It was a camaraderie that you were missing more and more.

Since you and Dormé were already in the apartment, you took it upon yourselves to order the food and arrange the main room for everyone. Cushions and throw blankets were plentiful and opening a few choice windows allowed for a pleasant breeze to creep in. The buzz of city life filtered through just enough for some distant white noise, but not enough to be overwhelming.

As expected, Padmé and the others arrived soon enough, and all your lady had to do was give that weary look the moment she stepped in the door. You and Dormé were ushering her into her dressing room in an instant, deftly working together to get her out of the regal gown and into something light and flowing.

While you worked at getting the elaborate array of pins out of her hair, and Dormé removed her makeup, Padmé finally spoke.

“Do you think there’s enough food to invite Jacen and Tiio to join us?” she asked, referring to the two Corrie Guards who were on “Amidala duty” this time of day.

You and Dormé shared a brief look before you said, “There should be, but the real question is whether they’ll allow themselves to eat with us. Commander Fox has them adhere to protocol rather strictly from what I can tell.”

Neither of you had to ask why she brought it up, if it was in her interest to tell you, she would. Thankfully, she was interested.

“I think we should ask them anyway. There are several things I want us to talk about, but, at the top of the list is dealing with that 187-24 debacle. I had hoped they would give us some insight on how to make amends with Commander Fox.”

“Not to mention they deserve some good food after chasing you around at senator Kreen’s event all afternoon,” Dormé grinned. Kreen was a decent man, but, was always moving, and liked to sweep Padmé along with him wherever he went during his events. The clone guards had definitely gotten their work out today.

By then, Padmé was far more comfortable and ready to settle down in the main room. The timing couldn’t have been better, just as the three of you were coming out of the dressing room, some of the household staff were bringing in the feast.

While the other two took grateful seats on the sofas, you continued through the room, to the large doors where the troopers were standing guard just on the other side.

As always the men in red were standing at attention, their posture so straight, and arms so firm as they held their rifles, they could have been statues. They didn’t dare acknowledge you entering for fear of breaking their perfect stature, not until you addressed them.

“Senator Amidala would be very pleased if you joined us for our meal,” you said in a pleasant tone, having loosened your own posture quite a bit.

The helmeted heads turned very slightly towards one another.

“That would be against protocol, ma’am,” the one on the right, Tiio, answered.

You let yourself smile, “As I understand it, you’ve already secured the perimeter, swept the interior for breaches, and scanned the staff upon your return. With all of that taken care of, you two are free to guard any room you believe best protects the senator. I see no reason why the best place isn’t in the same room as her, especially at her request.”

There was a single beat of silence, then Jacen actually shrugged. “She’s got a point.”

You saw the way Tiio hesitated for just a moment, the way his back straightened up again the second it started to slack. “We wouldn’t be able to for long…”

“Just a quick bite, then you two can come right back to your posts if you wish.”

Tiio gave one glance at his brother, then finally nodded. “I think a quick break should be okay.”

You only gave a satisfied smile as you swept back into the main room, leaving the two men to follow in your wake. Everyone gave a companionable greeting to them, Typho even jumping up from his seat and waving for them to sit near him and Dormé. They declined, of course, but at least took off their helmets when Padmé herself handed them plates to fill.

You had seen a couple of troopers without their helmets by now, though it was very rare. The few you had seen hadn’t had any difference in their hair styles or any other feature, Tiio was no different. Standard, perfectly kempt haircut and nothing else that might stand out. Jacen on the other hand, while his hair seemed in order, there, peeking up from the collar of his undershirt, was the symbol of the Coruscant Guard. News from the front said that the clones were gaining their individuality fast now that they weren’t under the constant supervision of the Kaminoans, and you supposed tattoos were a good means of expressing that.

By the time you took your own seat, Jacen had already taken some samples of the dishes spread out on the table, leaving Tiio to look hesitant again. In way of an encouraging nudge, you told him that the nerf-fry dish was an especially good dish.

“So, are you going to tell us the real reason we’re in here,” Jacen said rather suddenly, causing his brother to gape at him.

As the rest of you gave each other glances, Typho actually laughed. “Always observant, aren’t you?”

Jacen shrugged, “It’s pretty obvious you have something you want to talk about, or else you would have just had her bring us food, like she did on our first night here. So go on, what is it?”

“Jacen,” Tiio hissed, obviously appalled by his brother’s rudeness.

Then, Padme smiled, “It’s alright, Tiio, I always encourage those around me to speak their mind. And, he’s not wrong. We want your opinions on something.”

Tiio straightened up, even as Jacen piled some food on his plate, “What can we help with, ma’am.”

“Well, I’m sure you heard about our run in with your Commander.”

“You mean when he found out your aides carry un-permitted blasters?” Jacen said around a mouth full of food.

Padmé did not miss a beat, “Yes. You see, we’ve already taken official steps to rectify the mistake, all of my handmaidens have submitted forms to be registered as personal guards. But, there’s more to it than that. We’ve caused problems for Commander Fox, and want to make a greater show of our cooperation.”

Jacen cut in yet again, “Basically, you want to get back on his good side.”

“That’s a…simple way to put it, but, yes, among other things.”

“For what it’s worth,” Tiio finally spoke up, “I don’t think Commander Fox is that angry. It just means more paperwork for him. And he has to show some sort of follow up to the incident, which has to go through official channels for warrants and all that, so, even more paperwork.”

“We may be able to help with that,” you said, an idea coming to mind. “You say he has to get warrants for his follow up, what kind of warrants?”

“Search and seizure, probably. You know, he’ll come search your residence, make sure there’s nothing else unsanctioned going on. It’s all just a show to make sure he’s doing his due diligence, I doubt he thinks he’ll actually find anything.”

You met eyes with Padmé and Dormé, a silent understanding passing between you. “And what if we offered to let him do that search without the warrant?”

Tiio smiled a little, “That would definitely cut down on the paperwork.”

“Which would help his grump levels,” Jacen added.

Padmé smirked at that, “Well, hopefully we can ease those 'grump levels'. Thank you, both of you, you’ve been a great help. And please, stay, eat with us for as long as you like.”

‘As long as they liked’ turned out to be about three more minutes, before Tiio anxiously said that they needed to get back to their post. You assured both of them that their secret snack session was safe with everyone, Fox would never know.

When they were back beyond the door, Dormé finally gave her thoughts. “We should check with everyone, make sure all the staff are comfortable with the search, and if they are, we’ll go to the Commander with our offer.”

“If they are, I’ll meet with Fox,” you offered, “I've dealt with him one on one a few times now, he may be more amiable with me.”

Dormé gave you a knowing look, but said nothing, especially since Padmé said a final, “It’s settled then, we’ll get everyone’s consent tonight, then you can go to him tomorrow if it's all set.”

There were a lot of other things to discuss that night, and so the topic moved on. However, even as you gave your advice and solutions on the other issues, your mind would sometimes drift back to the commander. Hopefully, this show of good faith would result in Fox trusting you, or at least, getting back in his good graces. You hoped.

Fox’s cup of caf was paused half way to his lips. He had intended on enjoying his morning caf in peace, but instead, he was interrupted by something making horrendous, guttural snorts.

“What, the kriff, is that thing.”

Hound was on the ground with it, helmet off, scratching at the thing’s chin, and cooing at it like it was a baby.

“This,” Hound hefted the creature up into his arms then shoved it towards Fox, “is Grizzer! The newest member of the Coruscant Guard,” he announced with pride. “Isn’t she adorable?”

The thing in question was still making those disgusting snorting sounds as it lashed it’s gigantic tongue out at Fox. He narrowed his eyes at the massiff and took in the creature’s scaly skin, jagged teeth, and stubby feet. If he looked really (really) hard...Fox could suppose that the thing could be in the ‘so ugly it’s cute’ category-

Then it promptly snorted and blew snot on his chest plate.

Nope, it was definitely just regular ugly.

“Why is it here?” Fox lifted his mug high into the air as it- Grizzer, tried to stick her snout in it. The guard’s break room was one of the few places he could find peace, the last thing Fox needed was a massiff tearing the place apart and shedding it’s scales everywhere.

Hound gave Fox the smallest of glares as he held the beast a little tighter, “She’s here because I want her to meet the gang! After all, she’s part of the family now, isn’t that right my good girl?”

Fox gave the pair a look of utter disgust as Hound placed a kiss on the massiff’s forehead like a doting mother. Thankfully, Hound set the creature down then, and straightened up to grin back at Fox.

“Don’t worry, she’ll melt your heart soon too, sir.”

“I highly doubt that,” he deadpanned, and was about to tell Hound to find somewhere else to bond with the beast- when the creature in question stiffened suddenly.

Grizzer’s head turned toward the little hall that led to the break room door, narrowed her eyes, then shot off towards the door with a bark.

Hound and Fox gave each other a short look before taking off after the massiff. Just before he rounded the corner, Fox’s ears prickled at the sound of a small laugh and the words, “Well, hello there,” in a voice he was starting to get familiar with.

The moment they entered the hall, Fox laid eyes on Grizzer, wagging the whole bottom half of her body with delight while you, bent to one knee, gave her little scratches under the chin.

“My my, aren’t you a handsome creature?” you cooed, face more soft than Fox had yet to see. “Are you here to protect our loyal troops from bad guys? I bet you are.”

Hound nudged Fox’s arm with a stupid grin, “See? Grizzer can melt anyone’s heart.”

You finally tore your eyes away from the massiff (who looked like she was falling in love with you right there) and nodded at the two of them, “Grizzer, is it? What a perfect name. And yours, trooper?”

“Hound, ma’am,” the Sergeant replied with delight, and Fox narrowed his eyes at his brother’s suddenly low, intimate tone. “Pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine,” you said, and finally rose back to a standing position, much to Grizzer’s dismay, though she obediently came to Hound’s side with a whistle. You nodded at Fox, “Commander, I apologize for intruding, but, when I expressed my need to see you, Commander Thorn escorted me back here.”

You waved a hand over your shoulder, and it was only then that he realized Thorn was leaning against the door frame. The other man might have had his helmet on, but something told Fox there was a shit eating grin behind it. Thorn had listened to many of Fox’s rants regarding the Amidala situation, and a majority of the rants included you. Thorn must be loving that he delivered a headache right into his break room.

He had not had enough caf to deal with all this.

It was then that Fox noticed the way your eyes were taking in his face. This would be the first time you’d seen him with his helmet, though he wasn’t sure why he cared, considering his face was the same as all clones. Under your gaze though, he felt oddly…exposed. As if you were taking apart every inch of him for inspection, as if you could read everything about him like a page from a book. He had a sudden urge to run back to his office if only to get his bucket back on his head.

“What brings you here, ma’am?” He asked suddenly, ignoring the strange awkwardness he felt.

“A peace offering,” you answered, polite as always. “Considering the…trouble we caused you with the 187-24 violation, Senator Amidala wants to show her cooperation. We invite you to search her apartments and staff quarters for anything else that might be against these new regulations. We have no intention of causing you anymore trouble, Commander, and hope that this will be a gesture of good faith.”

‘No intentions of causing trouble’ sure, Fox would believe that when he saw it. Still, he supposed it was a good offer on your end. He didn’t honestly believe that you or the others meant anything ill-intentioned, you were all just stuck in the old ways and were adjusting to the new rules. And here you were, offering to make his job easier. He supposed he could appreciate the, what had you called it? Peace offering?

“That’s very considerate of you- er, Senator Amidala, I mean. When would you be available for the search?”

“Tomorrow, 1700 hours?”

He thought for a moment, his week’s schedule flipping through his mind like a card wheel. He usually just spent that time catching up on paperwork in his office and…he had a sneaking suspicion that you knew that, and was exactly why you suggested it.

“That should work,” was all he offered in reply.

“Excellent,” you bowed your head again, “I won’t take up anymore of your time, Fox, please have a pleasant evening, we will see you tomorrow.”

A nod towards Hound, a short wave of fingers at a smiling Grizzer, and a bow to Thorn, without another word, you were gone in a sweep of your elegant cape.

“Kriff, she’s pretty,” Hound whistled.

“What?” Fox snapped, finally taking another sip of caf from his mug.

“He Said,” Thorn started in a much too loud voice, “She’s Pretty! You never mentioned that all the times you bitched about her.”

“Will you shut up?” Fox hissed, “She can probably still hear you.” With the way you always seemed to know everything, Fox thought you must have had ears like a bothan bat. “Besides, Hound thinks anything with a pulse is pretty,” he took another drink, “hence why he likes that thing,” he waved the mug at Grizzer, who tilted her head and let out a little whine.

“Don’t feel bad, Grizzy,” Thorn comforted in a simpering tone, “Foxy is just mad because that pretty little natborn is giving him more than he can chew.”

Fox let out a long, suffering sigh and turned on his heel, “I’m going back to my office, don’t bother me unless you want a face full of hot caf.”

The next day went by at a crawl, and Fox couldn’t tell if it was because of trepidation or anticipation.

Trepidation because he still wasn’t entirely sure what to expect when he got to the Amidala residence that evening. This wasn’t exactly the typical raid he performed on common criminals, after all. Then there was anticipation because at least the event would break the energy-draining tedium of the day’s duties. He was starting to dislike the middle of the week, it was always the most boring.

So, after his patrol was done, tomorrow’s schedule was posted, and he threw in a surprise bunk inspection just for fun, Fox found it hard to concentrate on paperwork while the chrono ticked by.

He would shuffle through a list of senatorial requests, then realize he was replaying yesterday’s conversation with you over in his head for the twentieth time that day. Then he’d manage to file several incident reports, only to find his mind wandering to thoughts of what he might find during the odd search.

Finally, when he couldn’t even finish one sentence of Stone’s prisoner transfer report without thinking of how unruly Amidala’s staff might get with him, he stood from his desk abruptly.

It was still twenty minutes before he even had to think about leaving for the apartment, but, maybe showing up a little early would work in his favor.

Fox shoved his helmet back on his head as he strode out of his office and turned down the hallway to the break room. Just as expected, because Fox demanded nothing less from his men, Jacen and Tiio were already there in anticipation for their watch shift. He had told them yesterday that they would help him conduct the search in addition to their normal guard detail.

The brothers were at ease, sitting at one of the few tables in the room and sipping the sludge that Thorn thought passed for caf in order to wake up after resting from their last shift. Of course, the moment Fox stepped in they were snapping to attention, caf mugs forgotten on the table as they stood straight before their CO.

“We’re leaving for Senator Amidala’s apartment now.”

“Yes, sir!” was all they said before grabbing their buckets and falling in step behind him.

The commander briefly thought about comming ahead, to warn the staff that he was already on his way, but in the end, he told himself the surprise was a good strategy on his part. Just like the last few times he had visited, Captain Typho met him on the landing platform.

“Commander Fox, you’re earlier than we expected.”

“Is that a problem, Captain?” he asked as he and his men hopped down from the transport.

To his surprise, Typho smiled. “Not at all,” he waved a gracious arm to invite them inside, “the entire staff are already waiting in the main room, ready for the inspection.”

That made him grumble a little under his breath, here he had been hoping to see them scramble a little. He should have expected this from the tight-worked, well-oiled machine that was Amidala’s staff.

He also should have known better than to worry about them being difficult for him. Her staff had always shown him the utmost respect and courtesy, even the stern opinionated ones like you and Dormé. Everyone, including the senator herself, was waiting calmly, standing as straight as any of his troopers would as he marched through the room.

“Commander, thank you for coming,” Amidala greeted, “we appreciate you taking time out of your schedule and allowing us to set your mind at ease.”

“Of course, Senator, I would like to get started immediately, if that’s alright,” so this whole thing can finally be off my mind, he added privately.

“Everything is all set for you and your men, please, proceed however you see fit.”

Fox wasn’t stupid, he knew it was all for show. This entire gesture was for show, really, but he was a man of protocol, and conducted the search (mostly) as he would any other. He made notes as his men went about, checking drawers and cabinets in every room, thoroughly detailing the process so his report would be as clean and cut as possible.

Amidala didn’t even flinch when they moved to her personal bed chamber, not even when they found a few pairs of men’s clothing in a spare closet. Maybe she assumed clones weren’t the type to care about politicians and their affairs, or maybe she didn’t care about rumors in the first place. Her having some clandestine boy toy would hardly be the most scandalous thing in the senate, after all.

Lucky for her, Fox wasn’t the type to care, and if he didn’t, neither did his men, or at least, not enough to stir trouble.

Next were the staff quarters, and he had to admit, he admired their dedication to their senator, none of them even batted an eye as he asked the owner of each room to step forward while they searched. The few times he had a question to ask they were as polite and useful as always. Nothing was amiss.

When they wrapped everything up in the kitchen, Fox was satisfied. No outlandish happenings, but enough information to show that he did his due diligence following the touchy incident from the other day.

“Please, let us know if there is anything else we can do for you, Commander,” Amidala said as they were being led back up to the main floor.

Fox would admit, he smiled a little as he said, “Oh, I’m not quite done yet, Senator.”

They had all just reached the top floor landing by then, and he wanted to smile again as he watched her and her handmaidens turn to look at him.

In turn, Fox singled you out with his gaze. “I still need to search your apartment, ma’am.” Alright, he would admit it, he took just a little satisfaction in watching the shock flash across your face, even if it was quickly wiped away. Finally, he had taken you by surprise for once.

He saw Amidala give you a brief look, perhaps to back you up if this unexpected turn upset you, but you seemed to never back down from any challenge.

“Of course, Commander,” you said, “would it be alright if I alone escorted you? The Senator and the rest of the staff have duties to get back to, and I would hate to keep them since it’s only my residence that remains.”

It was a brief victory, you seemed able to adjust to anything at a moment's notice, and as much as he wanted to hold it over you a bit longer, he had to admire that quality. “That will be fine. In fact, I’ll allow Jacen and Tiio to get to their regular guard duty, I’m sure I can handle the search by myself.”

You weren’t phased by that, either, you might have actually liked the idea of only one man traipsing through your apartment rather than a whole trio. Another thing he admired was that you didn’t waste his time. After a goodbye nod to Amidala and after he gave his orders to the troopers, you were both on your way immediately.

Not far from the senatorial residents, were a few towers of nice, well kept apartments where many senate aides lived. It was close enough that travel to the official senate buildings only took a few minutes, but it had minimal security, the main reason Fox still insisted that one of his men escorted you home every night.

You didn’t say a word to him on the way there, which was fine by him, and he remained silent even as you let him inside. Compared to the senate residence, the home was quite small, though if Fox was honest, he could still hardly believe that some people had whole rooms to themselves at all. Anything that wasn’t six or more men crammed into one room seemed a little lavish to him.

The door opened into a small living space, with a sofa and holo screen. To the right was an open kitchen space, to the left, a door that led to the refresher. He gave all those areas a cursory inspection, since there weren’t many places you could hide anything noteworthy. You were his silent shadow the whole time, never impeding or interrupting, just there if he needed you.

If he remembered his research right, you hadn’t lived here long and it showed. While Amidala’s home was covered in fine decor, you had yet to make the space your own save for a couple of paintings. That was another thing Fox found odd about natborns, the ability to make one’s space their own, to collect objects of personal taste and use them to fill space that was theirs alone. Fox didn’t have an apartment or even quarters to decorate, though he supposed he could make his office his own. He had seen many offices that belonged to senators, and they all seemed to make the spaces unique, personal. He didn’t know if that was a skill he could hone, but, maybe in the future, he would try.

“Are you an admirer of art, Commander?”

Your gentle call was what finally brought Fox out of his musings- wait, he had been musing? Fox never mused while on the job. What you had actually said finally registered with him and it was then that he realized he had stared at one of the few pictures in the home a moment too long. It wasn’t anything noteworthy that he could tell, simple paint and canvas depicting a charming looking house near a river.

“It’s a painting of my family home, back on Naboo,” you continued, before he had a chance to respond. Usually, your voice was even-toned, smooth and collected, it was still that way but Fox noted a current of warmth in it now. “I had it commissioned not long after we came here. It’s nice to have with me, for when I get homesick.”

“Homesick?” he wasn’t sure why he asked. Talking about paintings and personal feelings wasn’t why he was there, but Fox couldn’t seem to ignore his curiosity.

You pulled your gaze away from the picture to look back at him, “Yes, you know: missing home, where you came from.”

He found himself looking away, not liking that he couldn’t read what was in your eyes. What ever it was, it was an emotion totally alien to him. “I…don’t think I’ve been away from Kamino long enough to feel that way. Not that Kamino’s much of home.”

“I’ve heard…things about Kamino,” there was a hint of distaste in those words, but it faded when you said, “but home isn’t always just where you were born. It can also be your family, your loved ones. You still have many brothers on Kamino, right? I say that could make it home for you.”

You were the first natborn he had ever heard talk like that about clones. About him. Fox almost said the words that were burning on his tongue, almost agreed and started to talk about his brothers- but this was stupid. He shouldn’t be talking about home and art and family, he had a job to do, that was why he was here.

So, instead, he squared his shoulders and said, “Is your bed chamber the only other room in the apartment?”

If you were phased at all by his sudden change in topic, you didn’t bother him with it. “Yes- well, that and the closet in the bedroom.” You waved to the door between the kitchen and ‘fresher, an invitation to wrap up the investigation.

Much like the rest of the residence, the bedroom was still sparse, save for the impressive vanity and lavish looking bed. Your closet, however…Fox wasn’t sure he should be surprised, Amidala and her handmaidens were always bedecked in impressive apparel, and the closets in the main house had been stuffed full of clothing as well. He wasn’t about to go digging through the vast collection of dresses and tunics and pants, but the quick pat-down did bring a burning question back to the forefront of his mind. A question that had bugged him periodically since he saw you pull that blaster seemingly out of thin air.

“Does this conclude your search, Commander?” You asked when he stepped out of the vast wardrobe.

For a moment, he didn’t speak, instead he let his eyes look over your current outfit, looking for holsters or suspicious bulges, desperately trying to puzzle out the question himself. He hadn’t been able to before, and even with you right in front of him, he still couldn’t.

“Alright, how did you hide it?” he said, eventually.

Your brows furrowed at that. “Hide…what?”

Fox, in a very unprofessional way, jabbed a finger at your sleeve. “How did you hide that blaster? You pulled it out of your sleeve, but I never saw any sign of a holster, it would have bulged, or pulled at your sleeve, or something. I want to know how you hid it from me.”

Slowly, and very annoyingly he may add, a smile lifted your lips. It was a little smug, a little amused, and made him fold his arms over his chest as you took a step forward.

“Naboo prides itself on its craftsmanship, Commander, and our clothing is no different.” You walked past him, back into the wardrobe, “Queens and her royal handmaidens have high standards, so we only accept clothing that serves multiple purposes.” You pulled out a purple dress, holding the fabric out to him. “This, for example, is woven with treated fibers, fibers that, when crafted correctly, can help disperse the impact of blunt force.” You hung the dress back up, and switched it for a shawl the color of a sunset, “This can hold up to the slashes of any vibroblade in current production.” Then you pulled out the red number you had worn that day. “And this can reduce the damage of blaster fire. However, even with all that, the last line of defense is always a good weapon. But blasters draw a lot of attention, too much attention to a handmaiden, so we find ways to fix that too.” You rolled the sleeve back revealing a network of straps and stretching bands with a very small holster at its center. “The wide sleeve lets me hang it there, and all of this distributes the weight of the blaster, and keeps it suspended so there isn’t any pulling on the fabric.” You smoothed it back out again, the straps and holster disappearing from sight. “Completely undetectable with the human eye- which, I’ll remind you, is now within my rights as a registered guard.”

Fox almost, almost huffed a laugh at that. “Don’t worry, I won't arrest you again. I also take that to mean you have other outfits with hidden holsters?”

This time, your smirk was a little mischievous, “Oh, Commander, I have hidden holsters in all my clothing. Just like all my shoes can hide a vibroblade.”

That actually did make Fox chuckle. “Knives too? Well, you’re just a walking armory, aren’t you?”

“You’re one to talk,” your eyes darted down to the pistols at his hips, and the pouches that had various munitions tucked in them.

“At least being an arsenal is part of my job.”

“It’s part of my job too, officially now, I may remind you.”

A soft huff of a laugh that time. “Yeah yeah, don’t worry. You’re clear to carry weapons again,” he took some steps back then, and you caught his intentions, quickly moving to escort him to the door, “and with this official search to report, there shouldn’t be any other issues for you or the senator.”

“Excellent,” you let out a small breath, probably out of relief, as you walked him through your living room. “Thank you again for your time, Commander, and please, if there is anything else we can do to help you, let us know.”

He let himself meet your gaze as you both stopped by your front door. If your eyes were any indicator, you meant every word you said.

“I don’t know if there will be anything, but, if there is, I will.”

“Good," you hesitated for a moment, but when you spoke again, your tone was a little softer, more, personal, and this time he knew you were speaking for yourself, not Amidala. "I want to be a good ally to you and your troops, Commander, please don’t forget that.”

He didn’t know what to say to that, especially not with the tone you used. He shifted on his feet a little and you must have noticed his awkwardness, because you were quick to move the moment along.

“I hope you have a pleasant evening, Fox.”

He managed a nod as he opened the door, and before it could shut behind him he said a genuine, “Good night, ma’am.”

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A Very Star Wars Christmas Morning

Pairings: Obi Wan Kenobi x Reader, Anakin Skywalker x Reader, Padme Amidala x Reader, Din Djarin/Mando x Reader, Cobb Vanth x Reader, Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, lots of kissing, marriage proposal, bisexual relationship, same sex relationship, Grogu being an adorable menace

Word Count: 1498

Summary: Headcanons about how my various Star Wars Universe crushes would act on Christmas Morning! This is set in a Modern Earth-based society to make it easier on myself :)

A/N: Happiest and Gentlest of Holidays to all of you! This is my penultimate Fluffcember post and I decided to switch it up and do a series of Headcanons instead of the normal flash piece. Let me know what you think and I hope you enjoy!

Fluffcember Masterlist

Obi Wan Kenobi

Makes coffee and delivers it to you in bed, a peppermint stick dissolving in it cuz “It’s festive!”

As excited as he is for you to open your gift, he won’t rush you out of bed

But he will crawl into bed with you and stare at you while you sip your coffee

Like an adoring puppy

And he’s so damn cute that you relent and let him lead you by the hand into the living room where the tree is set up and the string lights are on and your stockings are full

You’d filled his stocking with bags of his favorite tea, a book you knew he’d been wanting to read, and other thoughtful small gifts

He filled your stocking with some of your favorite candies/treats, plus a small velvet box

A ring box, to be exact

Your brain short circuits. Sure, you’d talked about getting married but you’d thought it was further in the future. Time comes screeching to a halt and there is not a single coherent thought in your mind

By the time your brain starts back up, he’s kneeling in front of you, between your knees where you sit on the couch

“My love, will you do me the immense honor of—”

“Yes”

“You didn’t let me finish.”

“Yes. Obi Wan, yes.”

His smile makes him practically incandescent with joy as he surges up and captures your lips with his in a searing kiss

He slips the ring on your finger when the two of you come up for air some time later

It’s a perfect fit.

Just like him.

Anakin Skywalker

You wake up before he does

I swear, that man sleeps like the dead or not at all, there is no in between

You make yourself coffee and sit on the couch, reading a book or turning on a Christmas movie to pass the time while you wait for him to rise

When he does wake up, he goes directly into the kitchen to make breakfast for the both of you

But not before stopping to kiss your forehead good morning

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart”

While he normally doesn’t cook, he loves cooking breakfast

Probably because it’s difficult to fuck up breakfast food

He’s two cups of coffee in when the two of you sit down at the table, working on a third as he freshens your cup

Since he grew up poor, the holiday wasn’t so much about gifts as it was spending quality time with his loved ones

His mom, Qui Gon, Obi Wan, you

He even offered to host dinner at your home

And then immediately asked Shmi to be in charge of cooking because she’s the only one who can make his holiday favorites exactly how he likes them

You think it’s cute, how much he loves Christmas

When it comes to gift-giving, he’s more about practical gifts than anything. Did you mention something of yours isn’t working as well as it should be? He’s fixed it (or replaced it after trying to fix it). He noticed your sock supply was dwindling, so he got you more.

He does this throughout the year, mind you, but at Christmas he at least makes an attempt at keeping an element of surprise

Breakfast is delicious

You offer to clean up while he starts cleaning the public areas of your home in anticipation of the house full of guests you’re expecting that night

Padme Amidala

You want to spend Christmas in a fancy-ass Hallmark Movie set?

Padme’s your girl

Her entire home is decorated to the nines, holly sprigs, fresh poinsettias, a twelve foot tree with sparkling lights and ornaments

Banisters dripping with garlands

And it constantly smells like spiced cider

Christmas morning you wake up and she’s already downstairs

She hands you a mimosa when you join her downstairs in your pajamas

She’s in her pajamas too, but hers are silk and yours are an old t-shirt and fleece pants

“You look wonderful,” she assures you as you two sit down to your catered breakfast

After breakfast, you two curl up on the couch together

Snuggling, watching movies for a while before you have to get ready for her annual Holiday Gala

Her gift to you is a piece of jewelry that perfectly compliments the gown you’d picked out for the event

Your gift to her is a framed photo of the two of you in a simple metal frame

She immediately puts it on her nightstand

“So I can see it first thing every day”

You kiss her deeply, not caring that you’ve now both got lipstick all over your faces

That’s what make up people are for, right?

Din Djarin

With how much he travels, he barely keeps track of the day of the week

Much less the actual date

He does notice the snow on the ground and the incessant holiday music in stores and on the radio, so he knows it��s coming up

And he loves you

And he knows how much you love Christmas

So he makes sure to remember to get you a gift

Something thoughtful and sentimental, not extravagant or flashy

Grogu helps him pick it out

Grogu also insists on wrapping it himself

On Christmas morning Din bashfully presents you with what looks like a ball of wrapping paper covered with layers of tape

Grogu smiles when you praise his wrapping job

Din can’t imagine loving you more than he already does

You’re so good with his kid

You’re so good with him

So when you manage to get through the layers of tape and paper to reveal the gift and your face lights up, eyes brightening when you look at him

He falls deeper for you

When he opens the gift you got for him

(Impeccably wrapped, by the way -- what are you, a professional?)

He nearly chokes on the sip of coffee he just took

It’s a mudhorn amulet

“I noticed you lost your other one and it seemed important to you.”

“I-it’s the symbol of my…of our clan.”

“You and Grogu?”

“And you, too. If you’d like,” he adds quietly

You brighten again

And you answer him with a kiss

Grogu makes obnoxious gagging sounds

Cobb Vanth

You’re still asleep when he gets off duty

So he slips into bed with you and pulls you close

He only intends on cuddling until you wake up

But then his eyes slip closed and he’s out like a light — it was a busy night

You wake up to his light snores, still wearing his sheriff’s uniform shirt

As much as you’d like to let him keep sleeping, you two have to get to Peli’s for Christmas brunch and Secret Santa

So you gently wake him up with kisses along his strong jaw and neck

“Mmmm, don’t start something you can’t finish, darlin’” he growls, eyes still closed

“I’d love that, but we’ve got to be at Peli’s in an hour and, no offense love, but you need a shower.”

He groans and turns over, grabbing you by the waist and taking you with him

You squeal in surprise

His eyes are still closed

You decide to let him rest for a bit longer

Peli won’t mind if you’re late

Poe Dameron

You’re visiting his dad for Christmas and wake up to the two of them singing along with the Michael Buble Christmas album in the kitchen while they bang around making breakfast

You sneak out of the guest room and sidle up to the kitchen

Poe notices you first, dark eyes landing on yours

“Morning babe!” He exclaims as he bounces over to you and kisses your cheek

Out of the corner of your eye you catch his dad watching the exchange, a wistful look on his face

The three of you eat breakfast in the living room, White Christmas playing on mute while you all open presents

Poe’s dad immediately cracks into the bottle of whiskey you bought for him

The three of you share it

Poe disappears mid-afternoon to get dinner going

His dad, half-drunk in his recliner, smiles at you

“I don’t think I’ve seen a man so in love since I met his mother. You make him really happy.”

“He makes me really happy too.”

“What are you two talking about?” Poe asks from the kitchen

“Nothing!” you and his dad both exclaim

You join him in the kitchen a few moments later, hugging him from behind while he stirs something on the stove

“Well hey there” he says, turning around and hugging you back “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” you say, running a hand through his dark curls, “You just make me really happy.”

He responds by kissing you lightly, then turns off the burner and turns his attention to kissing you like he means it

Which he does

The two of you make out in the kitchen until you hear his dad get up from his recliner, then split apart like two teenagers getting caught

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tarragonthedragon · 5 months

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theres an argument i see made a lot which boils down to "oh my god quit treating this media like its real life, its [genre/demographic/a thought experiment]" and honestly like yeah thats true thats true of all media but also i feel like it assumes that any criticism which treats media like its real life is doing so by accident and not because its fun.

let me be clear that if i am calling chiron percyjackson a war criminal, it is not because i actually think the books were improved if he was tried in the hague. its because its hilarious. if i am asking the question "why would padme amidala wear her sexiest corset to inform her monk boytoy of the sex she will not be having with him" it is because i am interested in examining what kind of person this fictional character is actually being written as, not because i think she is a real person who has the agency to make her own choices that i want to understand. "what would fix omelas" is like. its not failing to understand the thought experiment. its a completely reasonable extension of the thought experiment. it might be one you or i find boring but its not a failure of reading comprehension its just a way of rotating the thing the text is saying in your brain.

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eliza-makepeace · 1 year

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I think a lot of people would laugh if I said Padmé was attracted to Anakin's maturity, but when he's not showing off or being selfish, he can be very mature indeed. In fact it's these moments of maturity that lead his teachers to wrongly assume he's responsible enough to pursue a relationship with Padmé without letting it interfere with his Jedi commitments

I'm certain Padmé was attracted to Anakin for his maturity. She saw him as the "boy she knew on Tatooine" and the only way to have that idea broken is by showing him as a grown-up, as someone who is intelligent and has mature thoughts about things. And I think there's a scene in aotc where she does.

It's the scene where she and Anakin are travelling to Naboo as refugees, and she asks him about what it's like to be a Jedi and whether or not he can love people, since she believes it to be forbidden.

Anakin's response is incredibly deep, and thought out, and mature: "Attachment is forbidden. Possession is forbidden. Compassion, which I would define as unconditional love, is essential to a Jedi's life. So you might say that... We are encouraged to love."

He proves then and there that he knows the rules, and that he has his own reasoning for them, his own "philosophical" understanding of them. Personally I really love the "which I would define as" part, because it shows he's been thinking about it long and hard (perhaps as a means for self-justification because he doesn't fit the actual dogma).

Her reply is looking at him with the most loving eyes, the first way she looks at him like that, and saying "You've changed so much". This is the first time she sees him as someone grown, as someone she has to learn to know because she actually doesn't know him anymore, she knew the kid he used to be, not the grown guy he is now.

It's a shame the scenes where they visit Padmé's family were deleted because I feel they show a more relaxed, young adult Padmé who has parents and an older sister that treat her like the daughter and younger sister Padmé is, and Anakin acting as a grown person who offers a bit of reassurance and comfort to Padmé's concerned relatives, and wants to make a good impression. It makes their dynamic, them rediscovering each other (Anakin seeing Padmé not as a queen or as a woman who has an ambitious political career, but a girl with parents and a sister; and Padmé seeing Anakin the way her parents and sister do: a young man who clearly has passionate feelings for her) much more organic and natural.

However I don't really agree with the idea that his teachers "allow" (or, rather, look away from) his relationship with Padmé because of his maturity. I don't think they really consider their relationship at all. Obi-Wan does, but he turns a blind eye because he loves Anakin and knows Padmé makes him happy. Not because he thinks Anakin is mature. As for the rest, e.g. Windu or Yoda, I don't think they know Anakin and Padmé are together, and if they do I don't think they care. Anakin is their biggest asset during the war, he's the poster boy, a beloved general, the hero with no fear. Forcing him to leave the Order in the midst of a conflict is counterproductive, and it would bring a lot of bad press for the Jedi. As long as he complies with the Serious Stuff the council asks him to do, as long as his presence helps the morale of the troops and the republic in general.... They've got bigger things to worry about than Anakin occasionally slipping into Senator Amidala's bed.

Still, I truthfully don't think that's the case. Regardless, I 100% agree: Padmé is really attracted to Anakin's maturity, and in fact it's what makes him appealing to her from the beginning. That and his amazing cheekbones.

#ask #anakin skywalker #padme amidala #anidala #skyberrie #i wrote this post twice lmao cause the first time i was kinda working #and i left it in my drafts to finish it and then it wasn't there #clearly im technologically incompetent but thats a story for another day #i still think this version of the post is better than the lost one lmao #btw i LOVE anidala related asks #so keep 'em coming #also big KUDOS to hayden for acting the way he did in the refugees scene bc the way he says 'so you might say we are encouraged to love'#makes me absolutely FERAL. he knew what he was doing ppl. he knew #its soft and sweet and gentle but also certain. idk how he does it #hayden i love you

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Blunda

Summary: In a Galaxy where the Jedi are almost forgotten, Din Djarin, a young mandalorian, is currently in his final year at Galactic Republic College. At the beginning of his last semester he meets the enigmatic Luke Skywalker, his best friend's estranged twin brother, and he grows obsessed with him almost immediately. He would do anything to win his heart, even when Luke treats him with utter disdain.

Pairing: Din Djarin/Luke Skywalker

Characters: Din Djarin, Luke Skywalker, Leia Organa, Paz Vizsla, Anakin Skywalker, Padmé Amidala, Koska Reeves, Cobb Vanth, Bo-Katan Kryze, Axe Vowes.

Rating: Mature (+18) Rating will change

Warnings: Emotional Distress, Manipulation.

Tags: Canon Divergence AU, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Tumblr Prompt, Eventual Smut, Luke Skywalker Whump.

Chapters: 3/?

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Excerpt:

The boy squinted and leaned back in the chair, resting his forearms on the table "You know Djarin, I came here to be alone." He said flatly making Din's stomach clench. As Luke started drumming his fingers on the table Din looked down at those hands he found beautiful, observing them, Luke was wearing silver rings, three to be precise, one on the right thumb, one on the right index finger and the third one on the left middle finger, and he was also wearing black nail polish, a little chipped at the tips, and Din had to look away to suppress the impulse to reach out and brush his fingers against Luke's. Now his eyes were fixed on Luke's datapad and he could see what the boy was reading about.

"Tatooine, huh?" He looked up at him, half smiling and raising his eyebrows.

Luke leaned forward covering the datapad with his arms, he hummed.

"Have you been to Tatooine?" Din insisted and Luke shrugged.

Chapter 3: The secret

Leia sat up on the mattress abruptly, breathless, something has roused her from a deep sleep in the middle of the night.

"Luke." She gasped jumping out of the bed as an unpleasant feeling settled in her gut. She couldn't figure out what was exactly causing it, still she was certain that Luke needed her.

When she finally opened the door to her brother's bedroom she could see Luke stirring beneath the sheets even when the only light bathing his room was the moonlight filtered in through the heavy curtains, she swallowed hard taking a few steps forward, her little hands resting on the end of the mattress, and she touched Luke's foot through the sheets "Luke. Please, wake up." She nudged his leg with her hands but the only response she got was that Luke was squirming in his bed now and her heart skipped a beat when the boy started whining.

"Gods, Luke, it's me, Leia." She said walking around the bed to cup his face with her hands and she could feel a low rumble in Luke's chest before he opened his eyes screaming, and before she could say a word something pushed her backwards with such violence that her little body hit the floor. She groaned. She looked up only to find Luke staring at her, still on the bed, levering himself up onto his hands, he was breathing hard, his dark hair plastered against his forehead, he frowned at Leia as realization crossed his features. Leia moved a little and Luke ran towards her trying to grab her by her upper arms, she could feel the way her ankle started throbbing painfully now. She sat up on the floor boring into Luke's eyes "You used the force." She said under her breath, Luke's hands tensed up against her. "You used the force against me."

"No." He said tightening his grip around her arms.

"You have no control over it. You're out of control." She frowned rolling back her shoulders in order to urge Luke to let go of her.

Luke's mouth set in a hard line, not breaking eye contact with her.

Then her eyes softened, she tilted her head "You're in pain." She said as her hand found Luke's cheek and the boy blinked astonished. "Oh, Luke. What had he done to you?" She asked stroking his skin.

"I didn't mean it." He looked down avoiding her gaze and he moved his head slightly, escaping her touch "Are you hurt?" Luke was now hauling her to her feet.

"Luke, please, talk to me." Leia insisted.

"Just answer me, dammit! Are you hurt?" Luke's eyes looked glossy now.

"I'm not hurt, for fuck's sake! I need you to trust me. I'm here. What was that Luke? What happened?"

Luke pouted and crouched down before her, unclasping her walking boot "You're gonna need ice." He caressed her injured ankle "Fuck! I'm so sorry, Leia."

Leia sighed realizing that Luke wouldn't open himself up to her. At least not yet.

"I'm screwed Leia, you keep talking about this galactic trade law but I can't memorize jack shit." Din dropped his holopen sighing defeated when he saw Luke entering the living room and he locked eyes with him, casually raising his arms above his head and he leaned back sinking in the big couch, resting the back of his head on his hands, fingers intertwined as he exposed his chest and neck, still staring at the boy pointedly. He heard Luke groaning, it was a subtle sound, almost inaudible but it fueled Din's fantasies in a heartbeat, and now he couldn't stop thinking about Luke making cute little noises beneath him, his body pressing against Luke's, pleasuring him. Then he remembered that Leia was still right beside him and when Luke disappeared into the corridor, he looked at her sideways, finding that she was as lost in thought as he had been a second ago.

"What is it, Lei?" He asked leaning forward and moving his arms to rest a hand on his friend's shoulder.

She shook her head "Never mind. We can talk about it some other time, now, you need to learn this shit." She pointed at her datapad.

In fact Din could have learned by heart that ridiculously long, never-ending law all by himself, but he spent the whole Saturday longing to see Luke again after the Mando party and by Sunday he couldn't withstand the urge to go to Leia's place and wait for Luke, the dark angel that shared a Junipera with him in the privacy of his room, to show up. And Luke showed up, twice.

An hour later Luke crossed the living room wearing a white hoodie that framed his cute face in a way that had Din swooning over him.

"I'm going for a walk." Luke said casting a glance at his sister, Leia nodded and the moment Luke closed the front door behind him, Din was already packing up his stuff.

"Uh-" He said standing up and zipping his satchel "Paz is gonna kill me, I promised him I was going to help him with statistics. It's late." He leaned forward pressing a kiss on Leia's forehead, gently pushing her shoulder down when she tried to stand up. "Don't, I know the way, you should rest, take care of that ankle." He said rushing to the main door, he heard Leia sighing at the distance.

He smiled when he saw Luke disappearing down the corner and headed towards that direction. Still keeping a distance, he followed Luke into a caf shop that Din knew quite well. Luke was sitting alone at a small table, hunching forward, reading and he looked absorbed in his datapad.

Din approached him giving Luke a big smile when the boy looked up.

"Are you following me?" The boy in eyeliner asked.

Feeling completely exposed, Din's smile faded as he pressed his lips together "I saw you from across the street and came to say hi." What a liar.

Luke blinked a couple of times "Hi." He muttered and shifted his gaze to his datapad, Din sat down across from him, Luke looked at him again, frowning this time. Gods! You look so beautiful with that hood on, Din thought, sucking in a breath.

"Tatooine, huh?" He looked up at him, half smiling and raising his eyebrows.

Luke leaned forward covering the datapad with his arms, he hummed.

"Have you been to Tatooine?" Din insisted and Luke shrugged.

"When I was a kid." He muttered and Din beamed when he finally managed to engage Luke in the conversation.

"I love Tatooine." Din commented making Luke chuckle.

"You're out of your mind, Tatooine is a hellhole." The boy added with a little grin on his face and Din was suddenly experiencing a fluttery feeling in his stomach.

"Then why are you reading about Tatooine? I can see you're reading about Tusken Raiders' culture." Din said folding his arms over the table and Luke scratched his nose and fuck! Din clenched his hands into fists against his own arms unconsciously, because deep inside he was dying to cup that little face of Luke and press a kiss on the tip of his nose.

"It's the language, I'd like to learn Tusken Sign Language." Luke said absentmindedly, eyes on the table, eliciting a little gasp from Din. The boy looked at him again furrowing his brows "None of your business, tho."

Din's eyebrows raised as he leaned back in his seat, groaning, understanding that Luke was putting up his walls once again, but he wouldn't miss this opportunity. He needed to act cool, even when he could feel his heartbeat drumming inside his head, he shifted in his chair trying to hide his effervescence.

"I know Tusken Sign Language." He said pressing a hand to his chest, Luke's eyes flickered to his chest and then he looked into his eyes chuckling. Din was holding his breath.

"For real?" Luke asked giving him a lopsided smile and Din's stomach fluttered more intensely this time.

"Yes!" He leaned forward, hardly containing his excitement, there was Luke's bright side again and he was basking in the boy's gleam, like he was a lonely bounty hunter staring at the moon in the dark night sky reflecting the sun's light in silence. "I traveled through the galaxy when I was a mandalorian apprentice and I learned a lot of languages, it's crucial when it comes to negotiation skills."

Luke nodded "Makes sense." He pressed his lips together.

"I can teach you if you want." Din managed to say as his heartbeat sped up hoping Luke couldn't notice how keenly interested he was in being his tutor.

"That-" The boy sighed rubbing his temple with the tip of his fingers "That would be great."

Din's heart skipped a beat.

He couldn't believe he was now sitting beside Luke, showing him the basic hand shapes and the second he was about to correct Luke, he hesitated, withdrawing his hand, he shook his head smiling "You need to curl the thumb inwards." He sighed.

Luke frowned staring at his own hand and tried to follow Din's suggestion.

"No, just, like this." Din showed him how, gesturing with his right hand and he couldn't hold it back anymore when Luke was still struggling with the proper thumb position, he finally wrapped his fingers around the boy's hand and it felt so right, so good. He lingered there enjoying it more than he should until he finally moved the boy's thumb. Luke's eyes fixed on his hand. "There, Luke, that's good. Like that." He said under his breath releasing his hand. But now his skin was burning and he was very conscious of the way his belly tightened all of a sudden.

Luke looked at him with round eyes and Din tilted his head, lips aching to kiss the boy's next to him. "How-" Luke's voice trailed off.

"Yes, Luke?" He asked taking a deep breath.

"How do you say I love you?" Luke asked frowning and then his eyes flickered to Din's mouth.

Din froze. He parted his lips but the words didn't come out easily "Uh-" Luke kept staring at him with piercing eyes "That. Right. Hmm." He couldn't hold his gaze anymore, finding the wooden table very fascinating now.

Luke was still waiting, in silence. Din blinked shaking his head "I don't know. Like I said, we learned languages in order to negotiate." He sighed.

"And that's not something you need to say while negotiating." Luke replied making Din look at him again.

"But I can do a little research if you want." He said rubbing his hands against his thighs.

Luke considered it for a moment and then he nodded "Alright." He said standing up "I'll see you around I guess." He added and Din's eyes followed him.

"Of course, maybe tomorrow after classes." Din said finally standing up, desperation taking him over.

Luke looked at him over his shoulder "I'm busy."

Din walked behind him leaving the shop "Then, the day after tomorrow?"

"We'll see, Djarin. Besides, you're always around, it's not like I'll never see you again." He huffed a laugh "Good night."

Din swallowed hard staring at him walking away as emptiness settled in his chest, he thought he was finally breaking Luke's shell, but he fooled himself once again. He turned around shoving his hands in his pockets and walked down the street, his heart aching as he thought back to the little intimate moment they shared, sitting so close to each other at that tiny table, Luke's thighs brushing against his own, his hand wrapped around Luke's, so warm and soft. He tossed his head back trying to stop that train of thought, it was only bringing him pain and suffering, wanting something he couldn't have. Wanting him.

Something caught Din's attention in History class, this guy wouldn't stop glaring at Luke now and then. Din stared at him and the guy locked eyes with him. Din lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, shaking his head with a scowl on his face making the guy look away snarling.

"What's going on, vod?" Paz asked keeping his voice down, leaning in.

"Nothing." He frowned taking his hand to his lips, holding his holopen between his fingers.

"Seems like you're trying to pick a fight with Axe." His vod insisted.

Din cocked his head sighing, he hated the way Paz could read him, in fact, it was a miracle he hasn't figured out that Din was crazy about Leia's brother already.

Axe. Axe Vowes was a mandalorian just like them, still he was arrogant and Bo-Katan's best friend, Din tried to get along with him in the past, but the guy was unbearable, always belittling Din and Paz' tribe, calling them primitives and such. The man was so full of himself and that irked Din somehow, still he didn't know why.

Although Din ignored Axe systematically since then, he wouldn't ignore the way he was leering at Luke and, clearly, backbiting about him with his friend. They kept chuckling every time Axe found that Din was giving him a death stare.

"Cut it out, vod." Paz intervened again making Din flinch.

"He's picking on Luke." He finally revealed the reason for his behaviour.

Paz turned around to look at Luke, the boy was almost asleep, face resting on his hand. He looked at Din again "Seems like Skywalker doesn't give a shit about it, why do you care?"

"He's Leia's brother." He lied to cover himself hoping Paz would buy it.

"Okay." Paz nodded clenching his fist over his desk "You know I love when I kick the shit out of people. Count me in." Din stared at him noticing the way his nostrils flared and he was already regretting telling Paz about it. Paz was a war machine, always ready to take advantage of his massive body and extraordinary strength. People used to be intimidated by him, but Din was always right there beside him to talk some sense into him, Din was as violent as Paz but he was more clever than him, only recurring to violence as a last resort. Paz was tall, heavily built, beefy, with tanned skin and dark hair, with hazel eyes and strong masculine features, and above all those things, a big scar crossed his cheek and all the way up to his eyebrow, courtesy of a smuggler that got into a fight with him one night when Paz was completely drunk and trying to stand up for a slave female twi'lek in a sleazy cantina, Din respected him for that.

Luke left the classroom the second the teacher dismissed the class as usual, but this time Din's eyes were on Axe, ready to step in if the mandalorian tried and follow Luke. But Axe didn't, and the tension around Din's shoulders dwindled as he walked towards the door. Axe stood up with a smirk on his face "Hello, Djarin." He pursed his lips staring at Din pointedly.

Din looked away and kept walking giving Paz the side-eye, his vod nodded understanding that there was no need to confront Axe, at least for now.

After his last class Din joined Paz and Cobb in the hallway.

"I don't know man, Koska is very smart." Cobb said smiling.

"So you mean she's returning to me soon?" Paz asked while the three of them were walking towards the campus.

"No, I mean that maybe this time she dumped you for good." He burst into laughter as Paz slapped his upper arm, leaving him breathless "Fuck, Paz!" He choked.

"Hey, vod, don't do that, he's too skinny and your hands too heavy." Din bantered and Cobb wrinkled his nose.

"Thank you Din, you're very helpful." Cobb let out a sigh.

Din was laughing shaking his head until he saw Luke walking in the outdoor seating area's direction followed by Axe.

Din started walking towards them without hesitation as rage flowed through him like lava. His heart thumping inside his chest when he saw them disappearing behind the building, he was quivering with anger when he finally made it to the seating area and then he froze. Axe was resting his hands on the wall at the sides of Luke's head, encasing him.

"I know you're Anakin Skywalker's son." Axe said through gritted teeth "Your father is a disgrace."

"Stay away from him, Axe." Din said standing before them as Paz and Cobb joined him.

"Not until this little shit admits that he's son to a murderer, a scumbag."

What?

"Come on, man. You're mistaken, this is Leia's brother." Cobb walked closer to him.

Luke narrowed his eyes holding Axe's gaze "Move away." He said quietly.

"Say it!" Axe insisted, tugging at the collar of Luke's shirt. "Fucking Skywalker! I want to hear you say it!"

"Fuck you!" Luke retorted, his voice thick with anger and something stirred inside Din when he saw the way Luke's expression darkened, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end.

Luke raised his arm between them and Axe stumbled a little until Luke moved his fingers, making a crushing hand gesture, and Axe was suddenly struggling to breathe, taking a few steps back and pressing his hands to his own throat. Luke took two steps forward, his eyes were blazing with fury, his arm outstretched as his fingers twitched a little.

Din was frozen taking in the scene unfolding before him until he noticed the way Axe was rolling his eyes and he understood that he needed to stop it "Luke!" He yelled, finally moving towards Luke "Stop! Stop, Luke!" He was grabbing him by his upper arms from behind "Please, stop!" His voice breaking a little.

He heard Luke sighing deeply as he relaxed his hand and Axe fell flat on his face coughing and digging his fingers into the floor. Cobb rushed to him trying to know if he was alright, but Axe didn't pay attention to him, he looked up at Luke instead, visibly perplexed "Just like your father." He said breathlessly.

Din's hands were still around Luke's biceps, the boy squirmed releasing himself from Din's grip. Din stared at him as he started walking away leaving him behind. When Din looked around, Cobb was already helping Axe to walk towards the building. He looked at Paz, his vod was frowning standing in front of him.

"Can't believe it." Paz muttered. Din's stomach clenched and his chest heaved realizing that Luke almost killed Axe without even touching him. "Skywalker is a Jedi." He added and Din grimaced.

"What?"

"That shit, that shit he used, that's called the force, vod." Paz explained.

Din heard about Jedi but never saw anyone using that thing called The force. He had always thought that the force was actually a myth, until now. He ran his hand through his hair bewildered, he needed answers.

Leia listened carefully to every word Din said, he was breathing hard by the time he finished, he was feeling desperate, he was worried about Luke and he was convinced that talking to his twin sister about it was the right thing to do. They were in her bedroom, it was already dark outside and a storm broke moments after he walked into the Amidala's house.

Leia blinked a few times and Din could tell she was trying to hold back tears.

She walked to the window, Din followed her as a bolt of lightning cracked the sky followed by a deep rumple of thunder and he huffed trying to remain calm, but he was very conscious of the way his heart was pounding against his ribs.

"Paz said he was using the force." He managed to say.

She raised her eyebrows "Yes. He's a force-user, Din."

"Did you know about it?" He inquired.

Her expression softened as she tilted her head "We always knew that he was a force-user, and so am I." Leia said and Din's eyes widened. "But I haven't trained since I was a little girl."

"Why you didn't tell me about it?" Din rested his forearm on the wall and leaned in trying to catch her eyes.

Leia shrugged "It's not important to me, it's something that doesn't define me anymore. I'm my mother's daughter, that's all that matters to me."

"And Luke is his father's son." He nodded looking into her eyes. She nodded back with a melancholic smile on her face. "Luke's a Jedi." He said under his breath.

Leia shook her head slowly, sadness in her eyes "Din, a Jedi trains in the ways of the light side of the force."

"I don't understand."

Leia sighed crossing her arms over her chest "What you described, the technique Luke used to hurt Axe, a Jedi can't and won't use it." Din lifted his chin still not understanding what his friend was trying to say. "Din, that's a Sith technique." He could hear the way she choked with emotion "Don't you see? Someone has been training him to use the dark side of the force."

"What's a Sith?" Din asked as a feeling of dread crept over him unexpectedly.

"Someone that has lost their way." She frowned rubbing her hand across her forehead while Din rested his hands on his hips sighing deeply and looking through the window.

"Is it too late?" Din asked afraid of the answer he would get.

"No. I can feel it... right here." She took her hand to her chest "There's still good in him."

Din breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful, Din." She said and caught him off guard.

"What?" He looked at her with round eyes.

"I think you know what I mean." She said holding his gaze.

Din looked away, the sound of rain outside filling in the silence. He pressed a kiss on her cheek and walked away knowing that he wouldn't stop by the big couch on his way out that night.

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (39/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: angst, fluff if you squint, more council abuse

Summary: Ahsoka Tano has been expelled from the Jedi Order upon suspicion that she was the one who planned the bombing on the temple. You and Obi-Wan go to the trial to see what happens.

A/n: ouch... just ouch. next one i'm writing currently and it's hurting me-

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You were not supposed to be out of bed for another day, although you felt fine and did not see a point in the med droid's useless instructions. You refused to be kept in the apartment by your lonesome while everyone went to the trial.

Apparently, the near week you spent on a diplomatic mission, massive findings about the temple bombing occurred, such as suspects, devices, and even separatist involvement. Ahsoka had been the one to work most of it out, however, upon 'some wrong place, wrong time' scenarios playing out, the council was quick to blame her for having a hand in the actions. Go figure.

You knew Ahsoka would never do anything like that, and that there had to be someone framing her to cover their tracks. Too bad the council was so pig-headed, and unwilling to listen to even some of its own members. Obi-Wan was prepared to stand up for Ahsoka and make a case for her to be excluded from the investigation as a suspect entirely, but unfortunately, they had rendered him useless yet again on recount of removing himself from the investigation days before. His lack of involvement made it so that he didn't witness all the outcomes firsthand. Anakin had, but of course, the council treated him about as well as they treated you.

Upon learning more from the clues they had been given, they decided it was best to expel Ahsoka from the order until the case was terminated, with her being proved innocent. She was to stand trial against the republic, being represented by the only senator who would take her on, and she was proud to. Padme Amidala would defend Ahsoka Tano in this trial of which she knew she was innocent. The facts had been stacked against her, and every card seemed out of her favor, but everyone who knew Ahsoka, anyone who had trained with her, fought with her, or even had a simple conversation with her from time to time, knew she was not to be blamed. It was so out of her character to even think of committing such a violent and horrible crime, much less against her own people.

You wanted to go to the trial, to stand as guard by Padme and to show your support for a fellow Padawan. You just about hated the council by now. There were a select two members you could exclude from your loathing, but even they were powerless to stop this madness. The numbers were on the opposing side, with Mace Windu for the instigator, as always.

"I'm fine," you noticed it stung a little to walk as you tried to pass Obi-Wan on the way to the door. He was rather keen on your getting well without any bumps in the road, say perhaps, because you got up and started moving when you weren't supposed to. "I need to be there."

"She knows you're on her side, my love," he tried to gently usher you back to his bedroom, hoping you would accept his efforts and go without a fight. "She also knows you were badly injured."

"I've been through worse," you reminded him, and he recalled the events of the day he almost lost you forever. He didn't ever want to see that day rehash itself again. "I'm going."

There was little he could do to stop you, now. He knew you were right; you had been through worse, and often times kept fighting through it.

"Well, don't try and outwalk me, you aren't going alone."

He made it to the entranceway before you did, pulling your cloak from the rack and wrapping it around your shoulders, allowing your arms to enter the proper sleeves before he paused, looking down upon your face, still stern from the argument moments prior, but softening as he took each cheek in his palms. He smiled and shook his head before pressing a kiss you your nose. It was cute, and his beard tickled, as it was getting longer again. He always looked at you with such pride, and you wondered what he could possibly be thinking. Of course, since your signatures are practically bound for all time, you could simply tap into his mind and find out, but you didn't want to intrude. He trusted you more than anyone in his life, and you would never do anything, even accidentally, to break that bond.

He pulled your hood over your head, and again kissed the top of it, right by your hairline. It was a small and usual sentiment, made nearly every time you left the apartment together, and yet, you would never get used to the feelings it protruded inside of you. You wouldn't be able to stop smiling afterwards, and as you ventured into the halls, everyone seemed to think you were in an incredibly good mood. Perhaps to them you seemed a rather cheery person, bright as you entered the room. Today wasn't as bright, though. The smile lasted all of but a few moments before you remembered where you were going, and under what circumstances.

"What will happen to Ahsoka if she loses the trial?" You were uncertain of how your friend would get on without the order. Like you, she had been brought here at a very young age and grew along with the teachings and training of the Jedi. The temple was her home, as it was yours, and you knew she would never do anything to destroy or even deface it.

"The republic will have to decide her fate, the order has since lost jurisdiction over her now that she's been expelled. I've tried my best to find other witnesses from the day it all happened, but I've been rather unsuccessful. With all the evidence stacked in the republic's favor, I fear what she may endure," he replied, stroking his beard, keeping his pace steady beside yours, which was only a small bit slower due to your healing process.

You turned to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. He'd spoken of witnesses, as if he hadn't known a very crucial part in this.

"Didn't Anakin tell you?"

"Tell me what?" He stopped in his tracks and faced you, ready to hear of this information which had apparently been passed over his head in the few hours it came about.

"He's gone to find Ventress. If he can get a recorded confession, that would be enough to save Ahsoka, wouldn't it?"

He widened his eyes at hearing that his former Padawan had gone away from the temple yet again without telling him. Why did he not tell him things like this anymore? He had deemed it necessary enough to tell you, but not him.... strange.

"She has the reasoning; her agenda has never ceased to be in alignment with the Sith and Separatist plans. It could be enough, but I highly doubt she will give herself up to the republic for the sake of an innocent Padawan," he stroked his beard and mimicked your stance before shaking his head and turning back to walk. "She'd sooner die then help a Jedi's cause."

You heaved your shoulders in a sigh, following him down to the elevator, the trial would begin soon, and you wanted to be there when everything went down.

Standing for hours at a time was taking its toll on you, and you regretted choosing not to sit in the stands with everyone else in the court. Obi-Wan had tried to offer you his chair on the balcony, but Mace Windu found it unacceptable for a non-member of the council to take a seat where everyone could see. Mace knew of your injuries, and he knew you were still recovering. When Obi-Wan tried to reason with him over it, his response was 'If she did not wish to stand, she would have stayed in the temple.'

You assured Obi-Wan you would be fine, although by now you'd gotten a bit tippy on your feet. You glanced at his chair longingly, wishing you'd been so lucky as to acquire one. Your gaze moved to his lap, where he sat upright, legs spread and arms on the rests beside him. If it weren't for the council, you'd be sat there right now, letting yourself rest from the constant standing that had continued for hours. You had to widen your stance to keep from falling over. Your footing and balance had not been the problem, but instead the weakness your body was still enduring. You did your best to keep alert, because the contents of this trial were becoming even more important with every second passed.

"The members of the court have reached a decision," one of the judges stood to his feet in the balcony across from the one you resided in, now.

This was it. This was the time you'd been waiting for, the outcome on the verge of being spilt and yet, you could not bear to hear it. You knew already that they had found her guilty. In the eyes of the republic, she looked incredibly incriminating, someone vile with plans of destruction. Not Ahsoka, never Ahsoka.

Chancellor Palpatine arose from his throne like structure, receiving a data pad with the transfer from the judges.

"Ahsoka Tano," he began, his voice echoing in the large court for everyone to hear clearly, although you were a bit distracted when you sensed a familiar presence coming near. Anakin... "by an overwhelming count of-"

"Chancellor!" And not a moment too soon, the voice of your old fellow Padawan was heard, interrupting the announcement of what you were sure was Ahsoka's certain doom.

You smiled, knowing he'd done it, he'd found a way to prove her innocence, although being trailed behind him was not Ventress, but... Barriss? Surely, she wasn't the one behind all of this. She had such strong beliefs in the light, and hated violence all together, even when used for defense. You'd not known her very well, she was closer to Ahsoka's age group when training with younglings, although you'd had a few encounters, all of which showed nothing hostile or even aggressive from her nature.

"I should hope you have a reason for bursting in on our proceedings, Master Skywalker."

The Chancellor spoke as if he was full of obnoxity by the intrusion, but really, anyone could see by the look on his face that he was intrigued by whatever the young man had discovered.

"I am here, with evidence and a confession from the person responsible for all the crimes Ahsoka has been accused of," he stepped aside, letting the sentinel guards reveal the Jedi who stood among them, her head dropped in shame and regret. "Barris Offee, member of the Jedi Order, and traitor."

The crowd gasped out in surprise, but all those in favor of Ahsoka sighed breaths of relief at hearing the news. Anakin was reliable, you knew he'd figure it out, but did he always have to cut it so close to the end?

"Barriss, is that true?" Ahsoka sounded devastated, perhaps even more so than she would have been had the court rendered her guilty. They were good friends, you'd seen them together often, if only from afar. You couldn't imagine the betrayal she must have felt, first from the council, and now from an ally, or something she thought was one.

"Tell them the truth," Anakin looked at the traitorous Jedi with narrowed eyes, his patience for her existence wearing incredibly thin.

You took a few steps closer to the edge, knowing the council was far too invested in this development now to care if you were seen with them. It wasn't like you were the one on trial here.

"I did it," she began, her tone starting as if she was apologetic, but soon turning for the worse when she continued. "Because I have come to realize what many people in the republic have come to realize. The Jedi are the ones responsible for this war."

That statement struck a nerve with you... the Jedi have always taught you peace and harmony for all the years you've been in the temple, but then they would send you on endless missions, acquiring violent strategies on how to defeat the enemy, and take their forces.

"We have so lost our way that we have become villains in this conflict, and we are the ones who should be put on trial... All of us."

Again, you heard her words from a personal view. As someone who has seen first-hand the council's ineptness to make proper decisions based on real morals, and the way they fought with great effort to keep themselves as soldiers in this war, you could agree that it had gone way too far.

"My attack on the temple was an attack on what the Jedi have become: an army fighting for the dark side, fallen from the light that we once held so dear. This republic is failing; it's only a matter of time," she finished her speech in a blaze of glory, and though it had resonated with you, you were happy for it to be over. It was giving you far too much to think about and not enough time to process.

As someone who'd danced with the dark side on several occasions, you knew what it wanted, what it craved. Chaos, it craved chaos. This war was chaos, and the Jedi Order wasn't doing anything to stop it, only feeding it, more and more until it grew to the size and stature of a universal conflict. It would not end until the Jedi withdrew themselves, and that was something you could be certain of. Win or lose, the republic relied too much on the Jedi to defend them, making them the generals and commanders of their army that had long since been created for them.

"Such incivility," Master Mundi shook his head, ready to put the girl in prison and bring about the next thing of importance on his daily agenda.

"She's right," you whispered, but given that you stood now between Obi-Wan and Mace Windu, the latter snapped his head up to find you, looking down on the scene with a sorrowful look on your face.

"What did you just say?" he was ready to hash out another round of insufferable confrontation, but you weren't focused on him one bit.

"She's right. We're only waging for this war, not fighting against it," it was spoken softly, and the sincerity you held in your tone shown him you were deep in thought. Even Obi-Wan was concerned over your words. He had done his best for all the years of his life to do what was right, but now he didn't know what that was. Whatever the force led him to, that's what he wanted to choose.

"You'll be wise to keep your opinions of this matter to yourself, lest you end up in her position."

His threat did not go unnoticed by Obi-Wan, and since you stood between him and Master Windu, he grabbed your hand out of sight. You knew it would never come to fruition; you would sooner leave the order then let the council keep wronging you in the way they wronged others. It would not continue; this horrid cycle of treatment would end today.

"She makes a point, we have fallen from the true teachings we once cherished," your master spoke up beside you, dropping your hand before anyone saw it connected with his. "Perhaps in order to prevent future catastrophe, we should look into making things different."

Mace would ignore his suggestion, and this argument as a whole. There was really no need for it to happen right now, or at all. If it came up again later, it should be dealt with in an esteemed manner.

"Take her away," Chancellor Palpatine waved his hands, and the girl was taken out of sight.

You wondered if she would be imprisoned, or put to death, as the penalty would have been had Ahsoka been found guilty. Only time would tell, but you didn't have time to waste.

You wanted to see Ahsoka.

You would categorize your three least favorite feelings in the world as follows: when you thought that your master, as well as the love of your life was dead, when you nearly turned to the dark side and left the teachings you grew up on, and when you'd been made to sit outside of the council room while important meetings were being held without you.

The third one happened so often you figured you should have become used to it by now, but you couldn't. It was just as nerve wracking and anxiety bringing each and every time.

It was now, that you had been stopped at the door, and not been let in to hear what was to become of Ahsoka, that you truly pondered why you even stayed. Why did you continue to let them walk on you, disrespect you, and treat you as if you were mud on their boots? You worked tirelessly, using the powers they taught you to wield, and for their bidding. The mission always came first.

You had been feeling for a long time that the force willed you elsewhere, but you couldn't seem to gather the courage to just leave. You'd never been given that push, but when you saw Ahsoka walk past you, out those doors on her own, and without her sabers or head chain, you knew she was through. Just like you were about to be.

"Ahsoka, wait."

She turned to face you, a sad smile adorning her lovely face. She figured she would be saying goodbye.

"I take it things didn't work out," you knew that the way you'd described it was an understatement, but it was all you could say.

"I can't stay here. Barriss was right, the order has changed so much, and I don't want to be a part of what it becomes from this war."

You dropped your head, understanding what she spoke of more than she could have thought you would. You knew that as long as the council members controlled the ranks, and as long as the war raged on, the Jedi Order would continue to become more corrupt until there was nothing left but a pile of rubble, where the skyline of Coruscant split in two.

"I'm coming with you," you said, looking her back in the eyes as they widened in shock.

She never could have believed that you would want to walk away from the Jedi, the only place you'd even known. Though she was young when she was brought to the temple, the people of her home world still loved her, and looked upon her as one of their own. You didn't have a home world. You weren't born on Mimban, no one usually ever was. You had no family, and no one to look upon you as their own. This order was what you strived to be a part of, training since you were a youngling to become one of the greatest the galaxy had ever seen. Why would you want to throw that all away?

"You can't be serious," she shook her head in disbelief. It didn't seem right to her that you wanted to come along, although it was truly what you wanted.

"I am, I'm sick of putting my life on the line only to be turned around and treated like a doormat. I've been walked on for the last time," you confessed, your tone becoming overwhelmingly intense while you thought about the council, still in the room behind you, ready to deal with you as soon as they were ready. They wouldn't get the chance.

"Could you really leave, though? What about Obi-Wan?" she kept her voice down, although you were alone, the hallways of the temple were known for echoing even the gentlest whispers into the air.

Obi-Wan....

"I'll be fine on my own, and I can still see him as long as I remain on Coruscant," you explained. This half-assed plan was not very well thought out, and to be quite frank, you were making it up as you went. You were never impulsive, always thinking things through and finding the best solution, but here you stood, lightsaber in hand, about to throw it all away.

"You would never get to be with him the way you are now. Think about this, it doesn't sound like you."

"It doesn't sound like you either, Ahsoka. If you leave now, you'll be on your own. If I come with you, we might make an easier time of it," whether this be the will of the force or not, you had the urge to go, to turn and never look back.

She was conflicted. It would be nice to start over in the galaxy separate from the Jedi, and if someone was there to navigate the new territory with her, perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... but she knew it was selfish to want you to leave with her. You were being impulsive, and dull minded with making such a quick decision. She knew there was only one way to get you to stay, and though it would hurt to say goodbye, she wanted you to keep going on your path, the one that would lead you to greatness.

"Talk to him," she said sincerely, nodding towards the council room which had yet to adjourn. "If you decide to leave, I'll be in the alley by the station till tonight. If you don't show, I'll know you chose to stay with him."

She turned without another word and walked away. The doors to the council room opened, and Anakin ran after her, but you stayed put, thinking about how you would even bring this up to your Master.

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A Heart In Chains

⚔️ For @prodijedi who liked for a starter ⚔️

To the surprise of absolutely no one, the discovery request was taking its sweet time being fulfilled. Whispers of suspicion were quick to rise and just as quick to die down with a few key words from a few key players. The last thing they needed was Palpatine to be made aware that there was an ongoing investigation occurring - one that could, and likely would, end with his execution. Unfortunately, the rumor mill had turned. And though it had been stopped, it was not without the ears of a certain few having been perked up and put on edge to the point where they were now digging their heels in, or otherwise dragging their feet in an attempt impede the investigation.

The High Chancellor? A traitor? Certainly not! We'll have no part of this witch-hunt.

So it went. And while many on the Council, including the Grandmaster, were convinced that they'd find enough evidence, the tension remained. Again, the idea of Dooku testifying and using his journals as evidence was raised, but that was a whole other debate that was ongoing in the council. To trust or not to trust the word of a treacherous count. The idea certainly had its merit. But the evidence was circumstantial at best. They needed concrete proof to back it up. At least, that was Master Yoda's belief.

Because if they could find that, then it could mean the fall of the Sith, and the exoneration of his old Padawan.

For now however, both the Council and their investigation were in gridlock. Still debating, still searching. And for Dooku, that meant he was stuck in a limbo of sorts. Back in the Temple at last but still donning his force-suppression cuffs, afforded only as much freedom as his leash would allow him and left in the care of his handler. His bond-mate.

"Nothing yet," she sighed as she walked in, carrying with her a datapad that displayed the current updates from the scribe recording all the ongoing conversations in the Council's chamber. "They're waiting on some sort of breakthrough from the investigation team. But they've been at a halt for the last two weeks because neither the Banking Clan nor Nute Gunray want to answer any questions. They won't even respond to invitations from the likes of Senator Amidala."

The datapad slipped from her hands into the basket tucked into the crook of one arm as she collapsed into a chair near the door, one paw rising to press at her temple. She was aggravated. Her brow and her tail were both twitching, indicating that she likely had a tension headache from all the stress. After a moment of trying to soothe it was some small circles, she looked back at Yan and smiled. Oh that smile. All these years and it never ceased to be so warm, so comforting, even with the exhaustion she felt lingering in the corners of her eyes. "I don't know how you were ever able to do all this. Politics, I mean. It all just seems so exhausting."

She sighed, trying to cast the thoughts from her mind for the moment. Trying to bask in the relief that came with the realization that such a job would never be hers. Instead, she redirected her attention to the basket still hanging off of her free arm and moved to pull it into her lap. The datapad was removed and banished to the table beside her and she moved to navigate through the actual contents within, verifying it was still intact before setting it on the floor and pushing it towards him. "Enough about that though. Here, I brought you something."

Indeed she had.

Handmade tarts, just like the ones she used to bring to their picnics when they were still just younglings. Carefully folded pastries filled with sweet creams and jam made from various fruits across the galaxy. A rare sweet treat indeed. And to think, her first thought upon seeing them for sale was of him.

#closed starter : now i escape to a world here with you #prodijedi #mutual : all of my best friends #( ocm : aurelia pta'hoa the motherly jedi master )#( v : prophetic and dyadic )

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book-of-baba-fett · 1 year

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Before Dawn on Life Day

An Illicit Affairs Extra

Captain Rex x OC (Talia Riva)

Description: Years after the war is over, Rex and Talia take a few moments to themselves on Life Day. A/N: Related to my fic Illicit Affairs, but this is NOT canon. In any shape way or form (sorry lol). This is pure gingerbread cookie fluff. Idk much about Life Day so this is basically Christmas in all but name. Wishing everyone a Happy Holidays 💙🥰.

Warnings: Fluff, for once no angst unless you think about how this isn't the life that canon Rex and Talia will have. References to kids, and pregnancy.

"I think that part goes over there-"

"I need to screw this in first."

"But that's supposed to overlap-"

"It's for younglings- why is this so kriffing complicated."

"Shh; you'll wake them!"

'Twas the early hours before dawn would rise on Life Day morning; the kids had fought sleep for as long as they could before they fell asleep in different corners of Rex and Talia's living room. They had loaded up on as many sweets as their little stomachs could fit at the Amidala-Skywalker party that evening, so they had to play out their energy once they got home. Once they finally tuckered out, and had to be carried to their bed by their parents; Rex and Talia could finally get started on setting up the presents under the brightly lit Life Day Tree. Something usually easier, but this year involved the assembly of a playhouse that would move outside their house once the Naboo winter warmed.

Talia was wrapping up the last of the toys, decorating them with sparkly bows and long strings of ribbon, as Rex tried to read the convoluted instructions for the house. It would be worth it once he saw the little ones' faces, but right now he had to hold in the torrent of swears running through his head. Finally, he sighed and sat back, reaching for one of the cookies the kids had decorated themselves to leave out; he smiled a little thinking of how excited they would be to see only crums remaining on the plate, and and the empty glass of chocolate milk that Talia was drinking from. She was sitting crossed legged on the couch, one hand on her glass, the other resting on Rex's shoulder, massaging tiny circles with her thumb as he sat on the ground in front of her. Rex grabbed the hand with his own, tilting his head to the side so he could plant a kiss on her palm. They were exhausted from the night out and setting up for the morning, but this was a quiet moment alone that they got so often these days. Still, they wouldn't trade it for anything.

Before the chaos of the next day would begin, Rex decided to stand up and head over to the fireplace, it's flames starting to fade out, and reached behind the photo from their wedding day on the mantle, where he pulled out a small, neatly wrapped present. He slowly walked back over to the couch, sitting beside Talia and putting his arm behind her back as he handed the little gift. Rex smiled to himself as her eyes sparkled as much as the kids' probably would tomorrow. She reached for it then paused; holding up a finger to signal for Rex to wait a moment as she leaned over the edge of the couch, grabbing a package and placed it in Rex's lap.

"You know every year we say no gifts," Rex chuckled as he began to rip open his gift, a thin but wide package.

"What can I say, I like treating you," Talia smirked, elbowing Rex, still holding her parcel in her hand as she watched Rex open his present. He tore all the paper off, unveiling a glass frame, holding various medals and ribbons, all awarded to him during the war, surrounding a picture from Rex and Talia's first campaign victory together. The two of the were at the front of the photo, with Anakin, Ahsoka, and Storm all in front of the a squad of clone troopers. Rex couldn't help but smile at how small Ahsoka was in the photo, or how awkwardly posed the group was; the war photographers always seemed to catch them off guard. BUt he had never seen the photo before, so it was nice to see all the familiar faces in the background, like Fives and Echo still shiny.

"Your medals have been sitting in a box in our closet for too long, and I found that picture again recently," Talia explained. "I can't get over how young we all look."

"Don't need to rub it in," Rex sarcastically grumbled, rubbing his hand over his head, where some white hairs had started to mingle in with the blond,

"I've told you; I think it's sexy," Talia grinned and leaned in to peck his cheek, but Rex turned closer to kiss her lips. His hand reached around her back, holding her there for a moment before he leaned back.

"Thank you, cyare," Rex said, noting the slight tint of pink on her cheeks; after all these years he felt good that Talia would still get flustered by him. He tapped the present still in her hands. "Your turn now."

Talia peeled open the paper, revealing a small, velvet box. Her mouth already opening in a soft 'O'. She opened the box and gasped, eyes rounding as she saw the small, pale blue pearl earrings resting in the box.

"Padmé was telling me about these, how they're only found on Naboo," Rex explained as Talia held them closer to look at.

"Rex, they're gorgeous," she exhaled, then looked back at him, her eyes watering a little bit. "You didn't need to spend this much on me."

"I had a little extra saved up on the side," Rex waved off. Talia was already taking out her current pair, to put the new ones in, and Rex felt a warmth in his chest as she put them on, her smile wide and just a beautiful as the day he first met her. "Besides; I like treating you."

Talia shook her head, but couldn't hide her smile, she leaned in to peck Rex's lips. "Happy Life Day."

"Happy Life Day." Rex murmured before kissing her again. The fire was still crackling in front of them, and it wasn't quite too late. He pulled back from her lips, wanting to take a little bit more advantage of this time alone "How about I open up that bottle of whiskey Obi Wan got us?"

Talia toyed with her bottom lip, smiling as she answered, "I can't drink right now."

Rex scrunched his brow, searching his memory of the night and realizing not once had she had a glass of wine or champagne, when his eyes rounded and he couldn't fight the smile overtaking his face, "Really? Again?"

Talia laughed, now putting a hand on her belly. "Yes, again."

Rex placed his hand over hers, still too early to show anything but he couldn't hide his excitement to add one more to their family. Talia curled into his chest as Rex leaned back against the couch; in a few hours their little ones would wake up and fill the house with their laughter and the noise of all their new toys. But for now they could sit in the quiet of the night, grateful for all that they had.

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#star wars #the clone wars #star wars fanfic #clone wars fanifc #captain rex x oc #rex and talia #ia fanifc #illicit affairs fanfic

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ghsface · 2 years

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I WISH I WERE PADME

summary: you and anakin met at the jedi temple you were there a few years ago but when anakin arrived they became best friends you started to like him when you were 12 but you never told him for fear of losing his friendship.

warning: none just sad

It will be based on heather from Conan Gray.

writer's note: so this is a draft of what the i wish i were padme fanfic would be don't think this is it i'm just trying to fix it a bit but i wanted to share it to see if you like it, feel free to tell me something suggestion, sorry if there is something misspelled English is not my first language. sweet reading sweetheart <3

I still remember December 3 you lent me your tunic because I was cold and you told me that it was better for me than for you if you only knew that I would die for you you would understand because I am like that with you.

- What are you thinking? curious anakin asks

- Nothing was just looking at the cameras, because they are all covered?.

- The senator does not like to be looked at. says obi-wan entering the room

- Oh I see. You said with no expression on your face.

- Anakin? Padme yelled from her room.

Anakin went without thinking twice and it hurt you how attentive he was to her, you saw her eyes when she said her name so bright and happy for such wounded eyes, she hypnotizes him while I die inside.

- y/n get those thoughts out of your head focus on the mission. Obi-wan says seriously

-I'm sorry master. you say a little sad

anakin leaves the room with padme and tells obi-wan..

-Master, the senator asked me to accompany her to look for some things

-okay, pay attention to everyone, your duty is to protect her from her, may the force be with you anakin. says obi wan

Anakin walks out the door with Senator Amidala, a few hours pass and they come back and Padme had Anakin's Jedi robe.

- You look better than me. Did you hear padme say that

You knew that padme was his first master and he still was, but he treated you so well and so sweetly that you thought he had forgotten about padme but this mission came and everything changed, he treated you normal without nicknames or hugs or games and that it hurt you a lot

He hurt you so much that anakin would have said that to padme because you thought he was telling you he really meant it but you realized it was a lie

Days passed and you avoided anakin at all costs the only thing you did was comply with your music protect senator amidala but it didn't take long for anakin to realize that his best friend was avoiding him

- Hey y/n we can talk. says anakin softly

- You're already talking skywalker. you say serious

- Is that I notice you very distant and I wanted to know what happened that I did?. Anakin says worried

- that you did not rather skywalker. You say with a tone of rage

- I don't understand you, y/n be more specific.

- Let's see where I start if since we got here you are treating me as if you didn't even know me as if I didn't exist second you say all the stupid things you said to me a long time ago to padme as if you had never said it. you said angry

- all this is for the tunic y/n? It's just polyester.

- You're an idiot, you don't even realize it. You said with tears in your eyes

- realizing that y/n.

- I like you idiot, I've liked you since I was 12 and you never realized it, you only cared about Padme's love, when you told me about the dreams you had with her I was dying inside for not being able to be the one in the dream, seeing you how you look at it destroys me inside.

- so that's why you hate her.

-how could she hate her she is an angel, though she wishes she was dead she wishes she was padme. you say crying

- y/n I don't know what to tell you- says anakin shocked

- You don't have to say anything anakin. You say with tears in your eyes

After you told him you left, weeks passed and the mission ended, anakin declared his love for her to padme and they married in secret when you found out it hurt more than ever but you felt happy for him because it can finally be happy.

#anakin skywalker #hayden christensen #star wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #padme amidala #padme skywalker #leia organa #luke skywalker #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker one shot #anakin x y/n #anakin x reader

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cloneloverrrrr · 10 months

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𝗦𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 ⠀

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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 : 𝘂𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗜𝘃𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 ⠀

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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝗡𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘆𝗲𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 & 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ( 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 ) ☁️⠀

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𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗳𝗶𝗰, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 , 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 & 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱!🥰⠀

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So the morning has finally come you think as you stare into the large brightly lit mirror in the fresher, taking your last sip of caf, you finish straightening out your cream silk blouse, apply the last layer of clear gloss ensuring your makeup is perfect but not over done finally you squirt out some of your favourite floral perfume slick your long black wavy hair into a high pony tail and your good to go, as you hail the speeder cab outside your high rise apartment the nerves begin to set in , not because of your job you've been doing this for a couple of years now, although most people thought you were too young but your father also works within the Senate so you branching into part of the GAR doesn't come at a surprise, you are part of the fight to give the clones more rights and fair treatment. ⠀

Several thoughts ran through your mind 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 , 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝗷𝗼𝗯, 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲⠀

Yes you knew you'd be working with the 104th and you heard he can be a little rough⠀

You come to an abrupt halt outside the barracks of the GAR to be greeted by the gentle Master Plo Koon "Koh-to-yah Senator Lontac , we are so pleased you will be joining us" "Koh-to-yah Master Plo Koon, Im very pleased to be here" you say back with a soft smile and your pretty sure you could see the Kel Dor smiling back at you under his mask. ⠀

As he leads you down through the barracks to the Venator-class Destroyer , one man sticks out in the group of clones, his distinctive grey and white armour you catch him remove his helmet and all you can think of is how handsome this man is , the scar running down his face just adding to the fire building up inside you, the Jedi Master leads you over to the group of troopers who all immediately address you , which you beam them a big smile and nod⠀

"Commander Wolffe I would like you to meet Senator Crystal Lontac, she will be joining you on your relief mission to Aleen and then will be spending several rotations with the 104th before we head back to Coruscant, I trust you will treat her well. Forgive me I must take my leave" ⠀

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"Sir, Yes Sir!" Wolffe says cooly as the Jedi Master wanders off further into the Barracks...⠀

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"Nice to meet you Commander Wolffe, I have heard many good things about you and the 104th" you say through a nervous kinda gritty smile... ⠀

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To your shock he eye rolls you and lets out a small grunt⠀

𝗪𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗜 𝗺𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 ⠀

finally after a few moments silence you hear "We must head to the Bridge , I am awaiting contact from Senator Amidala and Master Yoda so if you'd like to follow me... Senator" if someones tone of voice could kill the award would go to Commander Wolffe right now.⠀

As you follow the Commander each trooper who walks past greets you professionally and with respect and to each one you flash your famous smile yours twinkle each time, finally you both reach the bridge as you are standing a few feet away from Commander Wolffe 3 troopers come upto you ⠀

"Nice to meet you Senator Lontac, my names Boost" "Im Sinker" "Im Comet" they took you by surprise as each clone removed his helmet 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲.... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘁 , 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗲 ⠀

"Nice to meet you all, Im so glad you've all welcomed me , I know we will all be working close together" from the corner of your line of sight you catch the Commander looking you up and down then his eyes suddenly glare at Boost... ⠀

"We have never worked with such a pretty Senator , Ill look after you" Boost says with a little wink, this makes you blush ever so slightly ⠀

"TROOPERS begin landing procedures immediately" ⠀

"SIR YES SIR" all 3 of them said in sync ⠀

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"Senator you will be travelling in my gun ship so follow me" the most rudest tone you'd ever heard in your life⠀

As you both approach the elevator Wolffe enters first with you following behind a stony silence fills the small compact space until a few floors down several shinys enter in at such speed you get knocked back into Wolffe, your curvy ass pushes right into his codpiece , you feel two large gloved hands grip your waist to keep you steady.⠀

The Commander seems to hold you for longer than needed but deep down your not complaining, its only until several voices fill the small space with " Sorry pardon us Senator" you feel Wolffes hands tear away from you. ⠀

Letting out a small clearing of your throat this long awkward elevator ride comes to an end and you find yourself walking in the main hanger towards to the gun ships. ⠀

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A little chirping noise breaks your chain of thoughts " Hello R2D2 , hello C3PO nice to see you both again!" With that Wolffe comes up behind you and forcefully shoved C3PO onto a crate and all you can hear is " you think this is rough? wait till we get to the surface" you couldn't help but think how sexy that sounded⠀

𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘆 again all you can feel is this fire / butterflies building up inside you. Not realising Commander Wolffe was behind you so close you could feel the cold armour rubbing against the thin layer of fabric your clothes provided, knowing inside you shouldn't do this you let your slender fingers gently ghost across his thigh only for a moment or so, and maker even though his helmet was on you knew his eye were gazing into you, you enjoyed it.... ⠀

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Landing onto the planet Aleen was smooth, Warthog is a good and skilled pilot, as soon as you touched down you, Commander Wolfee, R2D2 & C3PO are greeted by the Aleena so Wolffe explains to his troopers what he wants them to do "SIR YES SIR" ⠀

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"So cyar’ika why dont you follow me and we can get started on those reports" Boost says cheekily gently touching your shoulder⠀

"Oh Boost you know I am not your cyar’ika - however yes lets get started on those reports shall we?" this came out alot more flirtier than you meant but you followed Boost over to a nearby hut and started on the Holopad getting your daily reports completed. A good hour must of gone by and you were so into the conversation yourself and Boost where having you did not notice the Commander storming over shooting daggers over to Boost ⠀

"TROOPER did I not give orders you were to find those blasted droids!?" ⠀⠀

"errr... sorry Commander I was helping the Senator with her reports" ⠀⠀

"Well dont, she does not require you to assist her with anything" this was probably the coldest tone you heard coming from his mouth and for some reason it hurt ⠀

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"Take Sinker and Comet find those droids and ensure the communications are back up and running NOW" ⠀

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"SIR YES SIR"⠀

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The atomosphere between you and the Commander was not pleasant lets put it that way, with a small tear creeping up in the corner of your eye you turn to face away from him and begin to walk away...⠀

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"I am not finished with you Senator, I want a full detailed report of the progress on this mission as-well as the treatment of my men and your thoughts , think you can handle that?" ⠀

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𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗢𝗛 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹? 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀⠀

feeling a slight rage you get closer to the Commander and look directly in his eyes, his tall broad body towering over your 5"5 height ⠀

"Yes Commander this will be done, and if I couldn't handle it why am I here?" you spit out at him and turn to walk away. ⠀

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A few hours later back on board the Cruiser sat in your new temporary office you continue to tap away at the Holopad diving into detail ready to have this completed for the Commander when you hear a small knock ⠀

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"its open.."⠀

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"Hello Senator fancy joining us for some food?" A curious Boost pops his head through the door "come on I bet your hungry" you hear Sinker in the background "if you don't eat the Senate will think we aren't treating you fairly" laughs Comet ⠀

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"ok ok boys I'm coming, lead the way!"⠀

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Once you Boost, Sinker and Comet are sat down eating chatting and laughing away you see the Commander making his way over.... ⠀

"Senator Lontac please come to my office we have some things to discuss with your reports" but this time his tone was not sarcastic or cold it was just monotone no feeling to it, and for some reason that riled you up further. ⠀

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"Can this not wait Commander? I have already sent you a copy of my report and all.."⠀

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"My office now"⠀

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you slammed your fists down on the table get up and walk towards Commander Wolffe you can hear Boost, Sinker & Comet in the background snickering. ⠀

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Wolffe leads you to his office and ushers you to sit down next to him... ⠀

"I just wanted to know if you needed my input or any help with the reports Senator" this was the first time you ever heard a more softer tone from the grumpy Commander ⠀

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"No Commander Wolffe I have everything under control.... and its Crystal... not Senator" you say as you look over to him under those long lashes, your full lips slightly parted⠀

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"If we are ditching the professional titles... its just Wolffe" again so softly spoken you cant help but feel that burning heat rise inside you, a small tingle between your legs. But boy oh boy you could feel the sexual tension rising before you could do anything Wolffe placed his hand above your knee slowly working his way up, his touch so soft it sent shivers down your spine, suddenly within a flash of a second he has pulled you onto him and your straddling his hips, the cool of his armour feels so good against your body. ⠀

He is gripping has hands onto your tiny waist harder your almost grinding on his codpiece the gentlest breathy moan escapes your pouty lips, your so sure you could hear Wolffe growl.... but as quickly as he pulled you onto him he ushers you off him. ⠀

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Quickly composing yourself feeling those damn tears again your face blushing uncontrollably you make a dash for it out of his office, not stopping until you reach your own private quarters. ⠀

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Behind your closed door the tears stream down your face⠀

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 ? 𝗪𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗼 𝗰𝗿𝘂𝗲𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗺𝗲 ? ⠀

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Those thoughts take hours to leave your mind before you drift off into a peaceful sleep. ⠀

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𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻... 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀⠀

𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗶 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗱 ⠀

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Wolffe lays in bed clenching his fists to his sides the image of your pretty face never leaving his mind. ⠀

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𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦𝘥.....

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