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knightprincess · 3 years

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Heart & Soul (Crosshair x Fem Reader)

Words: 4.7k (yeah sorry long one) Warning: 18+ Mature content, sexual content, unprotected sex, P in V. praise, teasing.

If there was one thing Crosshair hated, it was the uncomfortable feeling he got when been denied or teased in any sexual manner. He'd lost count how many times (Y/N) in particular had teased him, it always being in a way he couldn't complain about. Mainly her choice of nightwear. A random tank top paired with loose fitting mini shorts. There was just something about those shorts, his body never failed to react, sometimes to the point he struggled to get his words out without stuttering. His brothers too had noticed his reaction, if they weren't teasing him about it, they were normally staring after (Y/N) with desire shinning brightly in their honey eyes. Wrecker never failing to make a loud comment, loud enough for any stranger passing by to hear. Hunter would always stop what he was doing, often times forgetting what he'd been doing and suddenly make an excuse up to go to the refresher. Tech and Echo on the other hand were the most normal, bidding (Y/N) good morning, asking her how her night was, Tech always with a cup of caf waiting for her.

Many of times had Crosshair found himself imagining what he would do if the pair of them were alone, the many scenarios playing out. Nearly all of them having something to do with (Y/N)'s pleasure filled moans filling the quiet ship. Yet to the snipers frustration, the chance had never arisen. The only time it had was when (Y/N) had been severely injured and knocked unconscious during a mission, he'd stayed by her side, holding her hand. Refused to leave until she woke. He'd stayed with her after that too, her admission of feeling safe with him and her simple question of asking him to stay had him all to eager to share her bunk.

That event had kicked started their close bound. If there was ever a moment where Crosshair needed medical attention, he'd only ever allow (Y/N) to attend to his injuries. He'd also be the one to watch holo-films with her, just as he'd shared his secrets with her and vice versa, she'd also been the one he told of his hatred for Kamino and the reason for it, about his scarring training. (Y/N), had somehow made it a little better, knowing she was listening helped a lot, never once had she judged him for his past but instead accepted him for who he was. Yet despite that she seemed to deny him the acknowledgment of being teased by her. It wasn't just the shorts but other things too, the way she would sway his hips a little more when she knew he was watching, the comments to escape her perfect lips every now and again, even the way he would press up against him in the tight spaces of the ship.

Often in those moments had Crosshair's mind played tricks on him. There being times he swore she whispered something to him, or when he felt her gentle touch burnt through his armor, yet never once could he confirm it in anyway. Yet still his body had reacted, goosebumps raising in the area she touched with her softly burning touch, the hair on the back of his neck would raise as he'd find his chest tightening and words becoming stuck in his throat. His member would twitch and begin to throb, almost begging to be touched and paid attention to.

The nights after these chastise interactions, his mind filled with seductive encounters with (Y/N), his short soundless sleep being filled with vivid dreams, his mind tricked him into believing they were a secret reality, those dreams eventually turning into pinning wishes of his heart. Those wishes he was sure would be unfulfilled. The same ones he refused to utter a single word about, not even to (Y/N). Instead he suffered in silence until he could escape to the refresher unnoticed and jerk himself off. Those moments always being to the thought of (Y/N) in her loose fitting black night shorts, although he would occasional wonder if it was wrong of him to satisfy himself while thinking of her. Just as he found himself hoping no one heard his soft moans of her name when passing by the refresher door.

It wasn't until a special stake out mission did the unfulfilled hopes and fantasies really begin torment Crosshair. The small Inn the team found themselves in, not having enough rooms for all of them to be alone. Instead pairing would happen. Tech and Echo had voiced their acceptance of being room mates for a few nights, not finding anything out of the ordinary since the pair often fell asleep in the cockpit. Crosshair on the other hand had quickly been paired with (Y/N), Hunter resigning himself to the fate of sleepless nights, knowing Wrecker could snore loudly and often moved around in his sleep. The occasional time he'd have imaginary arguments with someone.

Each pairing heading to their rooms moments later, all with the hope of having a bed to themselves. Echo and Tech had the luck of the draw, both wasting no time in stretching out over the beds with Tech setting up his equipment moments after entering the double room. Hunter and Wrecker also had beds to themselves, Wrecker almost breaking his with his eagerness to try out the bouncy mattress, a few comments escaping about how fun the stake out mission would be. Crosshair and (Y/N) on the other hand weren't as lucky. The room housing a single double bed, if anything it appeared to be the honeymoon suite. Both looking to the other with uncertainty before returning their gaze to the room before them. The roomy bed pushed up against the back wall, ottomans at the end of it, a single door leading to the on-suite bathroom, another double door leading to a spacious balcony, one with a breath taking view. The pair had stood in the open door way for what seemed like forever, neither speaking a word as they both tried to work out a solution to what could only be described as the awkward situation.

"Congratulations" come a unknown voice from behind the pair. The duo looking around quickly. Crosshair's hand on the weapon holstered to his hip, the other reaching for (Y/N) as if to protect her from the intruding voice. (Y/N)'s hand reaching for her lightsaber, as if on instinct, yet both falling into confusion upon seeing a middle aged woman peering at them, a bright smile on her lips as her eyes washed over the pair. Yet letting a sigh escape her lips upon seeing their confusion reigning down on her. "On your wedding. Only wedded couples stay in this suite" added the woman, dressed in simple garments, it being likely she helped run the inn and unaware of them just staying for a mission. Just as it was unlikely anyone knew about the ongoing war on the backwater planet they found themselves on.

"Oh erm ...." (Y/N) had began, her cheeks turning a pale shade of pink. One of Crosshair's hand finding its way to the back of his neck in an awkward manner, clearly as lost for words as (Y/N) was. The surprise of the assumption knocking them both off guard, to the point they were unsure what they were to do now. In a rare moment, Crosshair had been pleased for Hunter's sudden appearance, his honey eyes begging for help in the situation. Although it was clear Hunter found amusement at the scene he found himself walking into.

"It was a secret wedding. Only a few of us in attendance" spoke Hunter in response, his smokey voice barely above a whisper as if it was a secret only the middle aged woman could know. Crosshair could only throw Hunter a highlighted I hated you look, (Y/N)'s glare accompanying it, both unsure how that played into the stake out mission but couldn't object without making it obvious something was amiss. Crosshair soon reached for his stash of toothpicks, his eyes growing wide as he recalled something from days before hand, although he'd believed it was a vivid dream he'd began to wonder if it held truth to it.

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Crosshair had been sat on his bunk, when news of the stake out had been delivered by one of the many Jedi General's, the republic having decided the group of five and (Y/N) were the best for job. Maybe it was there unparalleled success rate or their abilities to improvise when the time arose, or the fact they weren't so obviously identified as clones as others had been and (Y/N) was often mistaken for a Senator rather than a Jedi Knight. Although Tech had stated that was from her well known undercover op a few months prior to the war beginning.

A joke had been made about how to blend in further. Echo throwing in (Y/N) marrying one of them would be a good diversion, Tech agreeing quickly despite the laugh to escape (Y/N) as she believed it to be a joke of some sort. Hunter had thrown forward the idea of (Y/N) using her Senator persona, with the rest of them being her security, although that would mean her giving them her lightsabers, something they all knew she was unsure about. Crosshair on the other hand had been close to (Y/N), sat opposite her in the tight confinement of the Marauder, he could see how unsure she was about being the center of it all. Especially after her last uncover op had resulted in injury for several of them after a fire fight had broken out.

Crosshair had been lost in thought while looking at (Y/N) with softness, he'd not heard Wrecker agreeing with the marriage idea and volunteering the sniper for the role. Using Crosshair's calm and collective nature as reason for his recommendation. (Y/N) getting up with a sigh and snapped Crosshair out of his thoughts, not a single word passed her lips as she climbed up into her quiet spot above the bunks, it being clear she wanted time alone to think over everything, where as Crosshair turned his attention to his brothers, quickly understanding he had missed something important.

"The stake out mission, will require a believable distraction for being there. (Y/N) unfortunately will have to bare the brunt of the stress" started Tech, finding himself overwhelmed with guilt over his agreement to the idea, just as Echo found himself the same for submitting the idea in the first place. "The distraction will be (Y/N)'s honeymoon" carefully spoke Tech, as if fearing how his younger brother would react. He watched as the others did, as the different emotions passed over the snipers features, confusion, uncertainty, anger and concern. A unspoken question on his lips of wondering if there was a better way.

"(Y/N) just said decided among us and tell her after" excitedly spoke Wrecker, as if the idea of marrying a Jedi Knight was the best thing he'd heard in a while. Although he stopped upon noticing the glare Crosshair shot in his direction. "We were going on which one of us would be best. Since none of us are really keen on the idea either" calmly proclaimed the human bulldozer, as if attempting to calm Crosshair's murderous glare and redirection the attention elsewhere. Even now the glare Crosshair had mastered terrified Wrecker, far beyond what the war had thrust far thrown at them.

"I'll do it" muttered Crosshair, unsure what had come over him, he'd felt the need to protect her and correct what had been deemed an injustice done against her. Plus deep down he knew he held a secret love for her, not just lust but pure adoration too. She brought out his soft side, showed no judgment towards him, instead only care and acceptance, the least he could do now was this to help her through the mission and bare some of the burden weight.

Crosshair had climbed up to her hideout seconds later, joining her in the tight space above. Lying next to her. He knew she had turned the cramped area into a little room for herself, a couple of pillows and blankets one side, the other (Y/N) laid across the floor with a book in her hands, although it was clear she wasn't reading it, instead staring at the printed words as if they held the means of her escape from what troubled her.

"Come to tell me who the unlucky one is?" quietly whispered (Y/N) her voice unenthusiastic as she listened as Wrecker pulled down his bunk and the remaining three make excuses to leave the area and uncomfortable silence. Crosshair merely hummed in response, tucking his arms behind his head as he looked up to the drawing taped above, softness returning to him as he realized the drawing were portraits on him and his brothers. Each portraying them in the midst of something. Hunter seemingly lost in thought as he span his vibroblade between his fingers, Tech captured talking of something, Echo as he watched the colors of hyperspace, Wrecker while holding his Tooka doll, Lula. The one of himself depicting him doing his normal rifle cleaning routine, he did after every mission. Yet as Crosshair strained his memory, he couldn't ever recall seeing (Y/N) around during any of the moments depicted, as if she had drawing them from pure memory rather than being there with them.

"That would be yours truly" admitted Crosshair, reaching out one of his hands to gently take the book from her hands, instead reaching for the holopad close by. Pulling her close upon retrieving it, his mind focusing on comforting her and accepting the burden they would both be sharing. He wasn't sure why he place a soft kiss to her hair line, but felt the need to do so. The pair finding comfort in each other as they decided on a film to watch, Crosshair feeling a little more confident the longer (Y/N) stayed in her position, her head against his shoulder, one of her arms stretch across his chest.

The pair having fallen asleep like it. Tech having noticed Crosshair hadn't come down so checked on the duo, moving a blanket from the opposite side and draping it over the pair, before returning to the cockpit, where Echo had already nodded off. Hunter and Wrecker too had fallen for the lure of sleep. The next day would bring the short wedding, nothing too special, although Tech had began to question whether it would be valid or not in the minds of the pair and those to witness it.

The following morning the little ceremony took place. (Y/N) in her Jedi robes, her lightsabers attached to her belt, Crosshair donning his normal armor, rifle attached to his pack with other weapons on his personnel. The group stood next to the Marauder. Hunter, Tech, Echo and Wrecker stood by as witnesses. Crosshair and (Y/N) facing each other, as they had done many times in the past, although not with the meaning this time had.

"Mhi solus tome. Mhi solus dar'tome. Mahi me'dinui an. Mhi" spoke both (Y/N) and Crosshair in unison. The pair of them being serious. Yet as quick as that it was done.

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As if a wave hit Crosshair, he seemed unsure how he'd forgotten it, was there a mind trick being played on him or did both he and (Y/N) suffer some injury during the trip to get to the backwater planet. Yet he didn't voice his thoughts, neither did (Y/N) stood next to him as if she was in some sort of trance. Without a second thoughts Crosshair slipped the bag from her shoulder, gently picking her up moments later, as if to play the role he'd just remembered, a playful scream and laugh escaping (Y/N). One of her arms hooking around the back of his neck, the other reaching up for his free shoulder.

"Please tell me you have those shorts" whispered Crosshair, wondering if he'd be blessed with such a sight. He'd never admit those tiny black shorts turned him on. (Y/N) merely nodded her head in response, already being able to guess where this was going. His lustful looks and terrible excuses hadn't gone unnoticed by her. Nor had his jealous looks when they'd all find themselves at 79's. Crosshair never failed to scare some poor soul away or intimidate them into leaving, most of the time without uttering a single word. Most clones learnt quickly Crosshair wasn't to be messed with, especially over something that was his or someone he cared about, other patrons had also learnt the same lesson through a few fights.

"Hmm. Maybe I can use them to motivate you into doing a good job" commented (Y/N), hearing Crosshair chuckle as he carefully dropped her on the bed, the yelp to escape her only serving to make Crosshair chuckle a little louder than before. The sniper soon sat beside her on the bed, both suddenly becoming lost in the view from the balcony doors. Crosshair found himself wondering what was so important about the planet they were on, why they would need a cover for being in a place so far out of the way, he was surprised both the republic and separatists even remembered it. Even he couldn't remember the name of the planet, even when Tech had spoken it several times.

"A reward for a job well done ....." whispered Crosshair, breaking the silence between them, gathering the necessary things, needed for the mission, (Y/N) looked to him, sensing there were words left unsaid. "ner kar'ta bal runi I have a few other ideas too" admitted the sniper before their conversation was interupted. Both walking from the room moments later, Crosshair with a stronger feeling to protect the woman he gained the right to call "His Jedi"

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Upon returning to the suite that night. (Y/N) went to the shower as she had stated she would before hand. Washing away the mixture of mud, blood and anything else dirtying her. She made sure to clean up after herself, if only to ensure Crosshair could shower in peace too. Before leaving the fair sized bathroom, she dressed in the loose fitting black shorts and a figure hugging black tank top. Wrapping her hair in a towel to ensure it didn't drip water everywhere. Upon entering the main suite, she found Crosshair effortless cleaning his rifle, although she knew he had already done that, so had likely been doing it to pass the time.

"All yours" softly spoke (Y/N), causing Crosshair to jump slightly, it being so clear he'd been lost in his thoughts, although he soon stood and turned towards her, his breath getting stuck in his throat upon his eyes landing on her. The top she wore leaving little to the imagination, the fabric hugging all her curves and showing her erected nipples clearly. Yet soon enough Crosshair snapped himself out of it, sending himself to the bathroom. The moment he stepped under the warm water of the shower, he felt his tense muscles relax, yet his wonder got wilder. Questions floated through his head as he washed away the boggy mud sticking to his skin and rinsed his short hair back to the natural silver color. He wondered what would happen between himself and (Y/N) now. By Mandalorian rule they were technically married, he a clone and she a Jedi, a pairing not too uncommon since the war had began.

As the sniper stepped from the shower, he felt his confidence rise as the nippy crisp air bit at his exposed skin. Although he barely noticed as he wrapped a towel loosely around his waist, using another to catch the water droplets making their escape down the back of his neck and face. The same towel becoming useful again moments later as he cleared the steam from the mirror before him. Just seconds later leaving the bathroom to find (Y/N) on one of the chairs in the corner of the room, holopad in hand as she read over something.

Once again Crosshair felt his confidence rise, just as he wanted to see where things would go from here. (Y/N) had worn those shorts as she said she would if he did a good job. Yet once again he noticed she wasn't actually reading what was one her holopad. She was a fast reader, her knew that, so knew she would have likely turned the page by now. The sniper wasted little time getting to her, sitting on the stool before her, resting her bare feet on his toweled lap, hearing her hum as if she had been waiting for him to return. Without really thinking began to run his fingers up and down her calf, soft strokes as if he was teasing her in ways different to how she often teased him.

He soon moved up her body, connecting their lips within seconds, his hands trailing down her arms and body. Her own arms swinging around the back of his neck, as if to pull him closer to her. The kiss seeming so right to them both, Crosshair feeling as if the missing part of him, had been found. Where as (Y/N), felt the love she knew had been missing from her life, the passion she had only dreamed of one day experiencing for herself. The too soon parted, if only to catch their breath. Their heads resting together as they looked into the others eyes, as if looking for any sign of rejection or regret, both pleased to find nothing of the sort.

"Ner kar'taylir darasuum, maybe we should take this to the bed" whispered Crosshair. Seeing her agreement as she placed the forgotten holopad to the side, standing up moments later. (Y/N) allowing him to lead her to the bed, his instruction to lay on her back something she did without question, not being surprised when he pulled the rim of her top down, exposing her breasts to the cold air surrounding them. Although his hands soon found them, his lips following shortly after. Crosshair's free hand soon began to move lower, reaching beneath the hem of her black sorts, although he stopped in surprise to realize she wore no underwear beneath the shorts. His eyes growing darker with lust as he looked to her, continuing on with play with her nipples and finding her sensitive spot hidden beneath the shorts.

The moment contact being made, (Y/N), softly moaned, it sounding so sweet to Crosshair as he continued to play with her. Running his long fingers through her folds, hearing her moan every time. The sound only serving to get him excited too. He didn't stop (Y/N) when her hands reached for the towel hung around his waist, gently undoing it, finally pay him attention. Her hands soft as she pushed him over, connecting their lips once he was on his back, her hand finding its way to his member, wrapping around him as she began to pump. Crosshair's only response was to hold back his own moan as his hands found her breasts again. Pulling her top up and over her head moments later. If only to gain better access to her.

"Want me to take the shorts off too" teased (Y/N), seeing the way his honey eyes darkened further. Yet before she could reached for the hem of her shorts, Crosshair's hands found his wrists. In a blink of an eye their position changed again. Once again he was back on top of her. His lips finding hers as his hands found his own member. His patients showing through as he continued to play with her, his own games in mind and desires. Just as he wanted to pleasure her in a way she hadn't been before.

"No" responded Crosshair after what felt like hours passed. "I want to take you, while you're wearing them" added the sniper, swiftly pushing the shorts to the side, enough to give him access to her core. With a silent request and (Y/N) nodding in response, he soon began to run his member through her wet folds, hearing her moan further. "All this wetness for me. whatever did I do to earn such a reward" whispered Crosshair, as his lips found her jaw, not wishing to stifle her quiet moans. He soon lined himself up with her entrance, looking to (Y/N) once more before slowly pushing himself in, feeling how tight her walls were around him, it taking all his strength not to come right there and then. "Fuck you're tight" whispered Crosshair, placing his hands beside her head to stabilize himself. His other hand resting on her cheek once he was completely sheathed inside her. Allowing her time to adjust to his size.

Upon (Y/N) nodding, he began to move, pulling almost all the way back out before thrusting back into her. Feeling her legs wrap around his waist, she soon pulled his lips back to hers, feeling each and every thrust he made into her. Her moans growing louder although stifled by Crosshair's lips on hers. Their tongues fighting for dominance all the while. Crosshair soon began to pick up the pace of his thrusts, obeying her request he goes faster, soon finding her sweet spot. His self given order to hit it as much as he could, thrust giving her the maximum amount of pleasure he possibly could. Without warning he soon pulled out, positioning her on her hands and knees, sliding back in without much effort. Keeping up with the same pace as before. Hearing (Y/N) moan even more than before, as she felt him go even deeper than before.

"Sing for me cyar'ika" spoke Crosshair breathlessly, gently moving his hands from her hips to her shoulders, pulling her up to rest against him. Her head against his shoulder as he went deeper inside her. Her lips against his ear as she moaned his name with pleasure. His hands finding their way back to her breasts once he was sure she wouldn't fall, giving them the attention they deserved. "Good girl" praised Crosshair, his own lips finding her neck as he gently began to nibble and suck, determined to leave a mark that would mark her as his own.

"Cross" moaned (Y/N), feeling as her stomach began to knot, knowing she was close to her climax. "I'm gonna come" moan (Y/N), as she screamed out moments later. Crosshair not letting up on his pace, riding her through her high. Switching positions again when she was had come back down. This time allowing her to straddle him. Pushing her shorts to the side again, as he re-entered her, the sound of their moans ringing out and mixing with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Although Crosshair soon sat up, wrapping his arms around her waist, her lips finding his neck as he had done with her earlier. Stifling her moans as she nibbled and sucked on his neck, leaving a mark that would be visible there for days.

In a last whim, Crosshair flipped them again, back to the original position, although not pulling out this time. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his own end, yet determination in his eyes to get her to climax again before he did. "You going to come for me again Cyar'ika?" asked Crosshair breathlessly, seeing her nod beneath him, he soon reached for her sensitive spot, rubbing in circles to bring her to her climax sooner. Hearing her moans grow louder again as she began to beg for her end. The pair soon coming at the same time. Crosshair deep inside her, collapsing on her moments later, pulling out, using what remained of his strength to do so. His lips once again finding (Y/N)'s as he brushed some of her hair from her forehead, stuck there by the layer of sweat to coat them both.

His arms soon wound around her waist again, (Y/N) finding the energy to reach for the blanket to cover them both. Snuggling closer to him upon doing so. Both trying to catch their breath, while trying to avoid the lure of sleep. The day tiring both of them out, although neither could argue with how it ended.

"Ner Mesh'la" whispered Crosshair before dozing off, his arms still around (Y/N), his head resting against hers, a rare soft smile on his lips. (Y/N) following along shortly after, her last thoughts on how the rest of the scout mission was going to play out. But also being thankful, she had Crosshair with her.

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texanredrose · 3 years

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Okay, to put some limitations on this, I’m only including the WIPs that I’ve done more than a synopsis for... that I can remember... that’s on Google Drive... that I actually think I might post one day... but haven’t posted yet because my posted WIPs are fairly easy to identify... okay... I got tagged by @unsteadyshade and I’m tagging @faunusrights and @alexlayer69

1) Across Time - Inuyasha AU where Weiss gets thrown back in time to the ancient past, where she meets two demons (Yang and Blake) warring against each other over a misunderstanding.

2) Alpha’s Devotion - Omega’s Strength, but from Winter’s POV.

3) Bears, Oh My - An exhausted Winter, lost on a hike, comes across a cabin where Yang lives with her three pet bears.

4) Brave New World - Continuation of the Dishonored AU where Ruby and Winter reflect on the new Mantle.

5) Bruised - Third installment to the ace!Yang AU.

6) Coming Home - Based on Dash’s Tiny Knight AU, Princess Blake is betrayed and stranded far from home and must rely on a reticent knight named Weiss to return to her kingdom.

7) Complications Always Arise - Papa Schnee is demanding Weiss marry before he’ll allow her to take his place as head of the SDC, so Yang volunteers to pretend to be Weiss’ beloved. No one else knows the relationship is fake, least of all Blake and Winter, and it’s just a bunch of pain.

8) Divided - Continuation of the By Moonlight AU where Whitley returns to the castle and Winter’s not upset by that- and Winter’s upset by the fact she’s not upset and has to figure out why her inner wolf is cool with this when she should, by all rights, be furious.

9) Dragonsbane - Mage Knight Winter hears tale of a dragon in the countryside that the local villages wish to see vanquished. Winter, however, has other plans.

10) Eye of the Beholder - Blinded and near death after a battle, Winter is rescued by the mysterious Yang and is nursed back to health despite her protests otherwise. (It’s a Medusa!AU.)

11) Fabled - Fable 3 AU where Princess Ruby and Princess Yang are forced to confront the fact that Queen Raven has lost her fucking mind, only to discover that fear drove the woman insane- a fear they must confront themselves.

12) Fields of Love - Farmer Yang offers a job and housing to apparent single mother Winter and her young daughter Penny. What starts as a kind gesture grows into something so much more.

13) Full Circle - Van Helsing (2004) AU, Winter and Weiss, amnesiacs employed by the church to handle all manner of unholy problems, are sent to discover what happened to King Taiyang. Along the way, they become wrapped up in a centuries spanning prophecy and a bloodline hanging in the balance.

14) High Bar, Low Blow - Yang owns a bar where the gimmick is that everyone’s an out of work actor and the staff is staging an ongoing drama on par with a soap opera to keep their customers coming back. Winter joins the staff and then things get a bit real.

15) Hoodlums and Hijinks - Robin Hood AU where Princess Winter and Princess Weiss are just as in favor for overthrowing the king as the group of bandits run by Ruby, Yang, and Blake.

16) Last One 2: Electric Boogaloo (title subject to change) - a sequel to Last One where the haunt continues.

17) Lexical Access - Sequel to Tip of the Tongue, where Yang gives her girlfriend a bit of roleplaying payback.

18) Little Red - Carmen Sandiego AU where Ruby was kidnapped adopted by a group of thieves and raised to become the world’s greatest thief, but a chance meeting with Penny via a stolen phone opens her eyes to the wider world, and she meets the rebellious heiress Weiss, street smart Blake, and brawler Yang, creating a team that works to foil Ruby’s former friends while eluding capture by mysterious operatives with a somewhat familiar white color scheme...

19) Long Term Investment - Yang, a fae who lives in the woods, makes a deal with Princess Winter to save the Queen. The price? Winter’s firstborn. Winter misunderstands how she’s expected to get pregnant and Yang’s never actually intended to collect. Next thing Yang knows, Winter’s moving into the clearing beside her tree home.

20) Miscalculation - Another Omegaverse AU where Weiss is an omega and Blake and Yang are alphas, except Weiss lied and said she was an alpha when enrolling in Beacon and now she’s locked in a room with Blake and Yang on the verge of starting her heat. Sharing is caring.

21) More Than Words Can Say - Winter, rendered mute by a military accident early in her career, is honestly the best girlfriend Yang’s ever had. However, tonight’s the night they’ve decided to get intimate, and that includes showing some scars that they don’t show often. It’s less about sex and more about trust and intimacy.

22) Music of the Night - Phantom of the Opera AU where the mysterious, disfigured shade of the opera house, Weiss, finds herself at odds with the rich, jovial Yang in a competition for Blake’s heart. Then there’s Adam being a dick, too, and the opera house has never seen so much drama.

23) My Heart Will Go On - It’s the Titanic, but double the rich, unwilling-to-marry ladies and triple the won-a-ticket-to-a-ship ruffians. Penny’s there too; she, like Ruby, just really likes ships.

24) One Fucking Favor - Winter’s due for a long assignment and wants to make a sex tape for stress relief purposes. Yang doesn’t ask questions; she’s just the one with the camera. But then, Winter’s partner for the vid doesn’t show up. What’s Yang going to do about it?

25) Prophecy - Star Wars AU where Ruby, Yang, and Blake are trained as Jedi, Winter and Weiss are part of the clone army, and Ruby’s the chosen one. That’s a lot of pressure to put on someone, but Senator Salem is there to lend a helping hand...

26) Propositioned - Faunus experience bouts of heat; sometimes, they can safely ignore it and go about their lives, but every now and again, they really can’t. Concerned for Blake’s health as she’s skipped too many heats to be healthy, Yang sets up a partner for Blake’s heat. Blake’s not a fan but she does like the idea of banging Weiss Schnee.

27) Proven - ARK: Survival Evolved AU where Winter, after being ‘won’ by Yang, is taken into the bowels of the earth to learn how the underground tribes who inhabit the area survive in such an unforgiving environment. As she acclimates to the tribe’s ways, she finds herself carving out her own path, culminating in facing off against the Queen and proving herself worthy.

28) Reaping What You Sow - When Winter escaped to the countryside with Penny to start a farm, she knew she had her work cut out for her. In need of help and facing a harsh cold season, she hires Yang, a one armed drifter, to help her. The two end up needing the other more than they could’ve imagined.

29) Tear My Heart Open - Blake thought she understood how the world worked. As a member of the White Fang Gang, all she needed to do was keep everyone motivated to continue their ongoing street war against the police and authorities bent on keeping them down. But while running from the cops, she’s offered sanctuary in the home of one Weiss Schnee and her girlfriend, Yang. From there, her perception of the world is completely upended.

30) The Duel - After her father offered her hand in marriage to the winner of a tournament, Winter opted to assume a disguise and fight for the prize herself. In the final match, she faces Yang Xiao Long, a competitor she’s come to know quite well, and she finds her conviction to win wavering slightly. Is it enough to lose her the fight?

31) The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Weiss has made it; she’s opened her tattoo shop in Vale, well away from her father, and aside from a bad first impression with the florists across the parking lot, everything’s looking up for her- until her father finds her. Luckily, Blake’s been through some shit and doesn’t mind helping Weiss drive daddy dearest up the wall, even if it means letting her own parents think she’s dating Weiss. It’s not like either of them is going to catch feelings... unless...

32) The Princess’ Bride - After losing her fiancée to the dreaded White Fang Pirates, Yang vows to take to the sea herself and exact her revenge. Princess Weiss finds herself falling madly in love with Yang, who still loves Blake, and all this is thrown into even more chaos when Yang gets kidnapped and Blake comes back from the dead!

33) Two for One - Yes, another Omegaverse AU. Five years after the fall of Beacon, Yang and Blake cross paths, each believing the other has spent the time keeping their mutual mate, Weiss, safe. When they realize Weiss is with neither of them, old wounds are torn open, but before they can resolve their dispute, Winter captures the both of them and hauls them to a remote part of Atlas where an SDC facility has been turned into a fortress. There, they find a mortally wounded Weiss clinging to life and raising twins daughters; she gives her mates until her death to endear themselves to their children, else the twins might opt to stay with Winter and be kept from Blake and Yang for good. Between learning about their kids, Blake and Yang navigate their complicated feelings and try to reconnect with Weiss, all while a sinister force gathers to destroy the fortress and steal the prize within.

34) Weaknesses - Loosely set in the Glamour AU, Yang is being forced to assume her mother’s position as leader of their vampire coven. Her fellow vamps disapprove of Yang’s werewolf girlfriend. Winter, of course, doesn’t care.

I got lazy and cut a bunch out. No, fuck you, I don’t have too many AUs, I will add more if I want. Also, some of these, the first chapter is posted on my Patreon. Don’t ask me which ones; I genuinely have no idea. I’m bad at this, y’all.

#Me jokingly: I'll number them so I can prove I don't have too many!#Present me is pissed at past me #I just know someone's gonna come at me for this but whatever #I can't control the words they just come as they please

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ailelie · 4 years

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that time palpatine screwed up (and the galaxy was a better place for it)

Look. I know this idea is shit. I tried to give the idea away. Instead whenever I’m still for more than 30 seconds I start thinking about it. So here.

In another world, when Sheev hears the rumor of a strange pre-Jedi artifact, he doesn’t go to collect it himself. He sends someone who never returns and then decides to handle it later after his Empire plans reach fruition. In this world, however, he goes himself.

He finds the artifact on a dangerous world just beyond the reach of the Republic. The artifact activates upon touch.

The world grows large and scary around him.

A day or so passes without contact. He’d left his crew behind, not wanting to share what he was doing. One of them contacts the Senate for help. The 501st is closest.

(That was by design once. Another chance to connect with Anakin and pull him further into Darkness).

Anakin and his men search the planet. They do not find Palpatine. Anakin does find a Force-sensitive child whose eyes turn yellow when he cries.

A toddler is using the Dark side. He can’t kill a toddler. He isn’t sure he can give the child to the Jedi either, not if he is accessing the Dark side.

“What’s your name?” / “Zee” / “Zee?” / “NO! Zheeeeeeevuh.” / “Zhiva?” / “No!” / “Okay, Little Z, why don’t we try again after you’ve had a nap?”

Zee ends up sticking as the name everyone uses though as anything else leads to frustration and occasionally tears.

(Sheev knows he isn’t supposed to be 2 or 3 years old. He knows he has big plans. When he dreams, he remembers being big. But when he wakes, the memories waft away. He’s smarter than a toddler should be, but his brain cannot contain his adult mind so it all remains just out of reach. That’s more important than a name.)

Anakin and the 501st continue looking, but Palpatine is nowhere. He’s called back to Coruscant to report and join planning for what to do next. General consensus is that he’s been abducted by Separtists.

The Senate has not yet released that the Chancellor is missing.

Anakin contacts Padme about Zee and explains. “I can’t give him to the Jedi, not if he’s using the Dark side, but I can’t just leave him untrained and I’m not giving him to Dooku, Maul, or Ventress. I can’t.”

Padme has an absolutely terrible idea. She asks what the child looks like. “Blue eyes. Red hair.” Padme nods. “It’d have been better if he had brown hair, but if you wanted, we could say he’s ours.” “How? And won’t everyone know then?” “I have body doubles. We could say we’ve been hiding him. I know a doctor who would lie for me. But you’re right--if we did this, everyone would know about our marriage. How important is it that you keep this child safe and away from the Jedi? How else could we justify having him? If we tried to pass him off as an ordinary orphan, he’d have to go into the system.” Anakin is silent for a long moment. Then he asks, “What about the hair color? You said brown would be better.” “No one knows what your family looks like. Tell them your mother’s hair was red.” “Obi-Wan knows it wasn’t.” “Then we have to tell Obi-Wan.” Anakin breaks. “Angel, I can’t--” “How important is Zee?” Padme asks quietly and Anakin sighs. He can’t leave this strange child alone in the world. “I’ll try to meet with him before we reach Coruscant and explain.”

He does.

Obi-Wan stares at Anakin and feels the pinch of a headache between his eyes. “I honestly don’t know where to begin.” / “I shouldn’t have said--” / “No, I’m glad you told me. I just need a moment. You’re married?”

“This is a terrible plan,” Obi-Wan says flatly as he watches Zee sleep. “Padme came up with it,” Anakin argues. “That doesn’t make it better. I’m just more disappointed.”

In the end, however, he agrees to help by not contradicting Anakin’s claims about his mother’s hair and supporting the story that Padme was pregnant years ago, but complications demanded bed rest.

With the support of her family, handmaidens, a doctor, two Jedi, and a marriage license, the galaxy believes Padme’s claim over the child.

The upside is that everyone who thought they knew the difference between Padme and her body doubles are now uncertain in their ability to tell them apart.

The downside is that the galaxy takes one look at the two Jedi who claimed knowledge of her pregnancy and collectively decides Obi-Wan with his red hair is the more likely father.

Every refutation only makes them more certain. They could conduct a paternity test, but then their lie would be revealed.

The Jedi Council is not pleased with either Anakin for marrying Padme or Obi-Wan for possibly fathering her child. If they let the Council meet Zee, then Obi-Wan could possibly be absolved, but then the Council might discover Zee is Force-sensitive or, worse, that Zee accesses the Dark side.

(Obi-Wan to his growing dismay agrees that Zee does not belong among the Jedi. He trusts them more than Anakin, but agrees that they’d have no idea what to do with a possibly Sith toddler. Obi-Wan himself is entirely unsure what to do.)

Meanwhile, the Chancellor is still missing.

A report arrives that Dooku’s ship passed through the sector where the Chancellor went missing. It is a thin lead, but the only one they have. Consensus unwisely grows: Dooku abducted the Chancellor.

Meanwhile, Padme is getting really tired of all the press about her loose morals and journalists demanding she just admit Obi-Wan is Zee’s father. She smiles gracefully against the barrage, but Zee is exhausting and when he’s upset, her own emotions fall off-kilter (a side-effect of the Dark side, Obi-Wan explained) and one day she just snaps, “Shmi, Anakin’s mother, had red hair. He could be Zee’s father.”

She realizes her mistake as soon as the words pass her lips.

The press takes her statement as confirmation that she is bedding both Anakin and Obi-Wan. Since Anakin and Obi-Wan don’t seem to hate one another, however, a new rumor begins...

Clearly the three are a triad.

The Holonet starts spawning image after image of “proof.” Any smile or casual touch that has ever happened among the three is now evidence of their long-hidden love affair. The false names on the marriage license are explained, by these apparent experts, as a clever way to include all three partners in a Naboo-style wedding.

Meanwhile, Dooku learns from his spies that he has apparently abducted the Chancellor. As he has not, he is concerned.

But! He decides to use the disappearance to create a trap. He’ll pretend to have the Chancellor to lure some Jedi in and then kill or ransom them.

(This is when the rest of the galaxy learns Palpatine is missing.)

Obi-Wan, desperate to get away from the press and disappointing looks of the Council, volunteers to spring the obvious trap.

(Anakin wants to go. Padme points out that she cannot handle Zee alone. One of them has to stay with her. ....this has not helped the rumors about them being triad).

Obi-Wan gets to Dooku and demands to see the Chancellor. Combat ensues until Obi-Wan wins and Dooku, cuffed, admits he doesn’t have Palpatine.

He returns to Coruscant with Dooku and brings him before the Jedi Council. Dooku doesn’t reveal anything of import beyond his own lack of knowledge, but his capture does prompt a larger investigation.

While investigating into Palpatine to try and figure out who would have abducted him, a joint taskforce of the Senate and Jedi discover that he’s been orchestrating the entire war and that he’s a Sith.

Meanwhile, back at Padme’s, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Padme have been caring for Zee. Trying to help Zee control his emotions leads to Anakin figuring out how to better control his own; he sees his own issues more clearly when he finds them in someone else.

Padme is the one to explain that Zee needs to call her and Anakin “Mama” and “Daddy” or “Papa” for his own safety.

Zee, the little troll that he is, calls Obi-Wan “Papa” in public once when journalists are pressing a bit too close. It is uncertain if he did so because he felt unsafe and was just taking Padme’s earlier explanations to heart or because some deep (adult) part of him dislikes Obi-Wan and enjoys causing him pain.

Naturally, after that, there is nothing Anakin, Padme, or Obi-Wan can say to allay the rumors.

Meanwhile, with Dooku captured and Palpatine’s treachery revealed, the war is quickly brought to a close.

Anakin wants to rage about his former mentor, but is mindful of Zee and instead goes to Obi-Wan and Padme for help handling his sense of betrayal.

Zee has a horrible tantrum when peace is announced, though none of them can understand why.

Then Padme learns she is pregnant again.

The Council recommends that Anakin and Obi-Wan leave the Order. Anakin’s hurt for himself is lightened by his indignation for Obi-Wan. He apologizes, but Obi-Wan accepts his dismissal with a tired smile. The war is over. Zee is a difficult child to manage and Padme is pregnant. “The Force is guiding me to where I’m needed,” he says.

Anakin is especially grateful he stays when Padme learns she is having twins. (With no reason to hide now, she receives proper medical care).

Padme, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Zee return to Naboo where Padme’s family insists on a proper wedding for the three.

Obi-Wan is surprising sanguine about this. He says that he isn’t going to leave them and isn’t like he has anywhere else to go. A marriage is a promise; it needn’t be a romance. Besides, he has utterly given up on correcting the record.

So they get married all three of them.

When the twins are born, Anakin and Padme rope Obi-Wan into helping. As their husband, he is equally responsible they claim. Obi-Wan argues for the fun of it, but accepts that he will be “Papa” to Anakin’s “Daddy” and Padme’s “Mama.”

By the time the twins are a year old, their marriage is both promise and romance. Shared exhaustion, worry, and joy grows the love among them. The occasional grounding touch turns to comfort turns to desire. This is not the life any of them imagined having, but resistance is both painful and futile.

Obi-Wan doesn’t mean to fall in love with Anakin and Padme; it is an accident. But once he is in bed with them, Padme pressed against his front, Anakin’s forehead nearly touching hers, his leg hooked over Obi-Wan’s---and he’s watching them breathe as they sleep, he feels deeply at peace, like, after years of wandering and hoping, he has finally found where he belongs.

Years go by. Zee learns to use the Light side, but the Dark calls to him, especially in his dreams. He discovers that he is very, very good at manipulating others.

Maybe his parents instill enough of a moral compass within him that he uses his talents for the good of the galaxy.

Or maybe, as he grows, he discovers the adult he had once been. Maybe he resists, chooses to be Zee instead of Sheev. Or maybe he gives in. Becomes Sith.

Maybe, one day, Zee disappears just as a new, terrible power is rising.

Maybe, one day, while fighting back, Luke learns he is dueling his long-lost, presumed-dead older brother.

Or maybe Obi-Wan, Anakin, and Padme learn that Zee is actually Sheev with his youth restored. And, maybe Anakin goes out ahead, sacrificing himself in an attempt to get through to his one-time mentor and son.

Good, of course, ultimately wins out, but at what cost?

#star wars #fanfic #not!fic #obianidala #sheev palpatine #deaging #crack!fic

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zelenacat · 3 years

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When We Were Young- An Obitine Story- Chapter 5

“Satine?” Obi-Wan whispered.

“Hm?”

“I’m going to wipe the guards’ memories.”

Opening her eyes, Satine sat up. Obi-Wan was already dressed.

“And then I’ll have to go.”

Satine drew her knees up to her chest, “I’m going to miss you, Ben.”

Obi-Wan leaned in and kissed Satine.

“We’ll see each other again, Love.” he whispered when they separated, their noses inches apart.

Satine nodded and Obi-Wan left, quickly the Duchess dressed and made her way through the servant’s passageways to her quarters.

“You need to get better at sneaking around.” Fesma observed from behind her.

Opening a painting, Satine gestured for Fesma to go first. The lady smiled and passed her, breakfast tray in hand.

“Obi-Wan will be leaving soon,” Satine said, going straight to her closet, “I want to see him off.”

“Where is your lover now?” Fesma teased.

Satine crossed her arms, “Erasing the memories of people who might’ve seen us.”

Fesma snorted.

“Well,” Khaami said, entering through the front door, “that must be very convenient.”

“It is.” Satine grinned.

Once she was dressed, Satine shoved a piece of toast in her mouth and ran down to the landing pad. Obi-Wan was waiting by the ship.

“Your Grace,” the Jedi bent down and kissed Satine’s hand, “thank you for kindly showing me your home.”

“The pleasure was all mine, Obi-Wan.”

“I’ll see you again, my love.” he whispered.

“I do hope so, Ben.” the Duchess smiled.

The Jedi had a gleam in his eye when he strode back to his ship and took off. Satine on the other hand, felt a terrible weight settle on her chest.

“Come,” Fesma wrapped a hand around Satine’s arm, “you must eat more before you attend your council meeting.”

Over breakfast, Satine recounted the tale of her first kiss with Obi-Wan.

“He had just saved my life,” the Duchess reminisced, “and we were still separated from Master Qui-Gon. It began to rain, but before we ran to the cave, I kissed him.”

“You,” Fesma questioned, “the perfect Duchess of Mandalore who’s never done wrong in her life-”

“Kissed a Jedi?” Khaami raised her eyebrows.

Satine sighed.

“When we were eight you cried when Bo-Katan killed your pet frog.” Fesma grinned.

“I know,” Satine bit her lip, “but hey, if I was going to do something bad, why not do something really bad?”

Khaami laughed, Fesma shook her head.

“Are the servants saying anything?” Satine asked, suddenly serious.

The ladies looked at each other.

“Tell me.” Satine surged. “People are still suspicious of you and the Jedi.” Fesma confessed.

Satine found out exactly how suspicious the palace was at her afternoon briefing.

“Perhaps, Your Grace,” a male minister smiled politely, “it is time you think about taking a husband.”

Satine’s mouth fell open.

“If I may, Your Grace,” a female minister interrupted, “my colleague only suggests such as it would strengthen the duchy and give the people something to celebrate.”

“Are we not doing well,” Satine asked, “are the programs we instituted to help rebuild the economy and the planet not working?”

“We are doing well, Your Grace,” said Prime Minister Djarin, sliding Satine a graph, “but a husband could be of assistance.”

“Could,” Satine emphasized, “I can’t have a power-hungry man on my hands who doesn't have the peoples’ interests at heart.”

“No,” the Prime Minister agreed, “you can’t.”

The Duchess crossed her arms, her point made.

“A husband would put the rumors to rest about you and your Jedi companion.” the male minister from before spoke up.

Satine tilted her head, “I thought you held a better opinion of me, Minister.”

“Your Grace, I meant no offense-”

“Then perhaps you should think before you speak,” Satine stood, frowning, “I shall take a husband when I choose.”

The Duchess left her advisors speechless, Her Grace had never walked out of a meeting before, she was quite agreeable and wanted what was best for her planet. Though, this was a matter of personal nature.

“I won’t marry.” Satine vowed to herself in the mirror.

“You may fall in love again.” Khaami suggested from her left.

Satine glowered at her lady and the woman shoved a fork of dinner into her mouth. They were sitting in her personal parlor eating.

“Perhaps,” Fesma began, “if we threw more social engagements, people might think you’re open to the idea.”

“Or I could give speeches.” Satine suggested.

“Both would be best,” Fesma continued, “this past week you were a little withdrawn.”

“I was busy.”

Khaami huffed, “No kidding.”

The next day at her council meeting, Satine announced that she was going to hold a ball for her twentieth birthday.

“May I ask what caused this change of mind, Your Grace?” asked an advisor.

“I will attempt to find an ally among the noble youth,” Satine crossed her arms, “and if I discern any of them worthy I shall consider marriage.”

The Prime Minister smiled, “Yet you don’t think you shall find anyone.”

“No.”

The advisors looked at one another.

“I also would like to attend more social engagements.” Satine announced.

Half of her advisors were at a loss for words.

“Perhaps, Your Grace,” a female advisor piped up, “an afternoon with the betterment society helping plant trees or other humanitarian work would please you.”

“I would certainly make for good press.” added the Prime Minister.

“Then let’s fill my schedule,” Satine decided, “planting trees, helping with animals, cleaning public parks.”

The Duchess kept herself busy for the next month until her twentieth birthday, she took philanthropic photos, gave speeches at volunteer societies, and made a couple donations. It was a great way to keep her mind off Obi-Wan, and it made it easier to bear missing him.

“I wonder what he’s doing now?” Satine mused one day at dinner.

They were eating in the dining hall now, just Satine and her ladies.

“It’s not good to indulge those thoughts.” Fesma advised.

“Probably meditating,” Khaami answered, “or whatever else the Jedi do.”

Satine smiled at the difference in her ladies’ answers.

“We do have a big day tomorrow, though,” Fesma interjected, raising an eyebrow, “someone has a birthday.”

“Ah, yes,” Satine sighed, “small talk and socializing.”

“Do you really think you’ll find a new beau?” Khaami questioned.

“No,” Satine shook her head, “but it gives the impression that I’m thinking about it.”

The Duchess felt slightly guilty as she was readying for her birthday ball. Was she prideful, because she enjoyed being pampered. In the early morning after breakfast Satine and her ladies got their nails done with some of the other noble ladies. At first, there was an awkward silence when Satine came in.

“Don’t let me interrupt you,” the Duchess smiled, “I too enjoy good conversation.”

The women looked at each other.

“What color, Your Grace?” asked one of the attendants.

“Violet.” Satine answered.

The girls immediately started whispering to one another.

“Is that the color of your gown, Your Grace?” piped up a young noble daughter.

Satine winked, “You’ll see.”

The conversation turned to the beau’s of noble sisters and what lord was the most handsome.

“What about you, Your Grace,” prodded a mother, “any noble son you have your eye on?”

It was subtle, but Satin knew what the woman was asking.

So with a sigh, she answered, “It’s such a difficult position to be in, though I suppose I would like a husband who speaks eloquently.”

“What an interesting choice, Your Grace.”

A beat of silence.

“Satine,” Fesma began, “if your preference hasn’t changed since we were twelve I daresay you’ll fancy half of Mandalore.”

Khaami giggled.

Satine blushed, “Oh, Fesma, it’s true I like blue eyes, but what do I know?”

“Blue eyes?” questioned a young noble daughter.

“I find them dreamy.” Satine confessed with a smile.

That immediately got the ladies whispering, and satisfied, Satine leaned back. After her nails were dry, Satine and her ladies went to inspect the jewel room.

“What colors are you wearing, Your Grace?” asked the attendant.

“Gold and violet.” Satine straightened her shoulders.

“Lovely,” the attendant paused for effect, “and your ladies?”

Khaami gasped, Fesma’s eyes looked like they were going to fall out of her head.

“Blue and silver.”

The attendant bowed, “Let us browse, Your Grace.”

“We’re going to wear jewels!” Khaami squeaked.

“You’re my ladies,” Satinie smiled, “you have to look the part.”

Khaami ran into Satine’s arms and kissed her cheek.

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

The Duchess laughed.

“You’re so kind, Satine.” Fesma’s eyes watered.

“We’re friends,” Satine held out her hand, “I realized I haven’t yet thanked you for your service to me.”

Fesma took the Duchess’ hand and squeezed, “Thank you, Satine.”

Once the proper jewels were chosen, Satine bathed, and while a maid began working with her hair, Satine dismissed Fesma and Khaami to get ready themselves.

“You have glorious hair, Your Grace.” commented the maid.

“Thank you,” Satine smiled, “I’m glad I inherited my father’s color.”

“If I may say, Your Grace, I believe the Duke was as well.”

Thinking of her father made Satine remember the day he was killed. She hadn’t seen it, as she was rushed outside, but she’d heard the shot, and that was enough.

“Your Grace?”

“Oh,” Satine sighed, “I was just thinking of the difficult task ahead of me.”

“The system will adore whoever you choose to wed, Your Grace.”

Satine looked at the maid in the mirror, “Thank you for saying as much.”

Khaami and Fesma returned just as the maid, whose name was Parna, opened up the box that held the jewels Satine was going to wear.

“You look lovely, ladies.” the Duchess smiled.

“I feel like the belle of the ball already,” Khaami grinned, “and it hasn’t even started yet!”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” Satine smiled, placing a crown on her head, “you're going to help me manage my dance card.”

“Oh my,” Fesma clicked her tongue, “what a task.”

The announcer was more than thrilled to announce his Duchess and her ladies, but the ballroom was more receptive. As Satine walked by whispers reached her ears, she was gorgeous, she was young, she was looking for a husband.

Satine stood gracefully in front of her throne.

“I would like to thank you all for coming on this special day for me,” Satine began, “I am extremely grateful to the extensive work you all have done to help me rebuild are planet, and tonight, I would like to celebrate that work.”

The Duchess paused and the crowd clapped politely.

“On this occasion, my twentieth birthday, I am reminded of how fortunate I am,” Satine swallowed, grabbing a glass, “and so tonight is as much of a celebration of yourselves as it is of me. I would like to make a toast: To the good of Mandalore!”

“To the good of Mandalore!” the crowd agreed.

Satine led the way into dinner, her ladies behind her, and, beyond her ladies, found herself seated next to Count Tarrei Vizsla and Countess Ursa Wren.

“Happy birthday, Your Grace.” the Countess smiled politely.

“Thank you, Countess Wren,” Satine smiled, “I do hope you enjoy the evening.”

“What a wonderful speech, Your Grace,” the Count commented after a beat, “it’s wonderful to see humility reflected in a government.”

“Why thank you-”

“I wonder is it a trait you learned from the Jedi?”

Satine raised an eyebrow, “I think not, my father, the late Duke, was a firm believer in a moral compass and loyalty to one’s country folk, I think such traits are honorable, don’t you, Count Vizsla?”

“I do, Your Grace,” the edge of the Count’s lips twisted, “the late Duke was a man of honor.”

Satine wondered if the Count was implying that she wasn’t honorable. Instead, she smiled and daintily spooned some soup into her mouth.

After dinner, Satine looped her arms between her ladies and let the guests lead the way into the ballroom. Characteristically, the first man to approach her waas Count Vizsla.

“Your Grace,” the man bowed, “may I present my son, Pre Vizsla, Earl of Larrayne.”

Pre Vizsla was neither handsome nor ugly, but when Satine looked into his eyes she saw ambition, and right then she knew that the count Vizsla could never be her father in law.

“Your Grace, would you like to dance?”

Politely, Satine smiled, and held out her hand, “Of course.”

The Duchess and the Earl kept up a polite conversation, but there were stagnant pauses that made both of them despise the other. After the dance, Pre Vizsla bowed and the Duchess was surrounded by a sea of men.

Next, Satine danced with the Viscount Saxon, the Count Awaud, and the Lord Eldar. Although, on the latter, Satine noticed how their conversation kept turning to Khaami. After the dance, Satine took the Lord’s arm and led him to where her ladies were socializing.

“Khaami,” Satine smiled, “May I present Lord Eldar.”

Their eyes met, and Khaami blushed.

“Would you like to dance, Lady Khaami.”

Khaami looked to Satine, who nodded.

“I would love to.”

Satine took Khaami’s glass and joined the conversation, looping her arm through Fesma’s.

“Have you any favorites yet, Your Grace?” winked a noble daughter her age.

Satine swirled her drink, “Unfortunately, I found I have lost some faith in the male sex this night.”

Fesma snorted.

“Don’t worry, Duchess,” a lady said earnestly, “the night is still young.”

“Your right,” Satine took a sip of her drink, “perhaps we’ll all get less intoxicated as the night goes on.”

Fesma giggled.

“I suppose then, Your Grace,” another lady ventured, “that you’ve already made up your mind?”

“Well,” Satine hesitated, “I suppose I wouldn’t mind being swept off my feet.”

“By a blue-eyed gentleman.” Fesma added.

“A romantic gentlemen.” Satine corrected.

“Oh,” agreed a young noble daughter, “wouldn’t we all.”

The ladies giggled.

The dancing went on late into the night, though Satine only danced a couple more times, she and Fesma were fed up with pleasantries. Khaami however, had a wonderful evening in the arms of Lord Eldar.

“He’s my boyfriend now.” Khaami told Satine and Fesma that evening.

“Really?” Fesma grinned.

“Yes, Warx asked me and everything.”

“Warx?” Satine raised an eyebrow.

“Lord Eldar.”

Satiine smiled, “Ah.”

Fesma returned all the jewels while Khaami helped Satine into her nightgown.

“I’m sorry you had to put on this ruse.” said the lady.

“It’s what’s expected,” Satine replied, knowing exactly what she was talking about, “falling in love with a man I can’t have, that was unexpected.”

“Still, I’m sorry, Satine.” Khaami included.

The full weight of missing Obi-Wan fell on Satine, it had been a week since he’d left, and the Duchess was beginning to wonder what it would be like if he never came back.

“Satine, maybe you should ask about Tyra,” Khaami suggested, “I’m sure Master Qui-Gon would be kind to you.”

“He would’ve,” Satine agreed, “but Master Qui-Gon’s dead.”

The Duchess dismissed Khaami to the room she shared with Fesma and climbed under the covers. Guilt gnawed at her, Satine couldn’t give her children the lives they should’ve had, yet she wanted to keep them close. Satine cried on and off for the next few hours, but eventually fell into a restless sleep. Awaking before Fesma and Khaami would come with breakfast, Satine stared at the ceiling and thought about what Tyra’s life must be like at the temple. Then she thought about Korkie. He was beyond the point of waking up in the night to cry, but he still needed loving care and attention. Something she wasn’t really able to give him with her busy schedule.

“Satine?”

Swallowing, the Duchess sat up and turned to Fesma.

“Are you,” the lady paused, “alright?”

Satine nodded, but said nothing. Fesma stepped forward and set down Satine’s tray, Khaami soon followed with purified water. Satine grunted a thank you.

“I’ll go,” Fesma looked around, “pick out your outfit.”

Khaami sat down on the edge of the bed, “Satine, what’s wrong?”

The Duchess sighed, “I miss Obi-Wan, that’s all.”

“We could arrange time for Korkie in your schedule if you like, Satine.” Fesma added, coming out of the closet.

“I’d like that.” the Duchess admitted.

After she ate, Satine let her ladies help her dress, and escort her to the council meeting.

“You don’t need to worry,” the Duchess told her ladies, “I’ll just say I’m hungover.”

Khaami and Fesma shared a look.

“Okay, okay,” Satine sighed, “I’ll try to smile.”

Fortunately enough for the Duchess, today’s topic was very interesting to her.

“Naboo and Cerea are unhappy with the new tariffs,” the Prime Minister announced, “and both have requested audiences with the Duchess to negotiate new terms.”

“Parliament will dislike that.” observed one advisor. “Perhaps,” Satine spoke up, “I could visit Parliament and see what they feel strongly about, then I would be better prepared for the meeting.”

“Your Grace is willing?” questioned an advisor.

“Yes.” Satine nodded.

The meeting scribe jotted something down. After Satine had dismissed her advisors, the Prime Minister pulled her aside.

“Parliament is a lion’s den,” said Jaru Djarin with care, “you must be prepared to growl when you go in there.”

“I will,” Satine nodded, “is there anything you recommend?”

“Become the crown, a statue, be everything Parliament was made to serve,” at seeing Satine’s look, the Prime Minister added, “I shall be there as well for assistance.”

On the day she was going to Parliament, Satine dressed as if she were going to war. Enrobed in a white and gold dress with the Kryze colors on a royal sash across her chest, Satine looked much like she had when she was crowned.

“What crown shall I send for, Your Grace?” Parna asked, appearing in the doorway.

“The golden warrior’s eye,” Satine decided, “the one that looks like the sun.”

Parna curtsied, “Yes, Your Grace.”

When she’d left, Fesma turned to Satine, “Going to make an impression, are we?”

“My father wore that crown to his most important state affairs,” Satine stated, “I want to show Parliament that I am like my father.”

Fesma nodded, “It does bolster male egos to see a man in charge.”

“True,” Khaami agreed, “shall we do your hair in a braided bun?”

“Yes, I think so.”

When Parna returned, she gently held out a golden box to Satine.

“The Jewel Master wanted me to tell you he thinks you’ve chosen wisely.”

Satine took the box, “Thank you, Parna, do tell him later that I appreciate his sentiment.”

Parna smiled, “I will, Your Grace.”

Satine’s ladies helped her to the carriage, but from then on she was on her own. When they arrived at the Parliament building, Satine noticed some photographers outside.

“It’s not everyday the Crown visits Parliament, Your Grace.” observed the driver when he caught Satine’s eye.

The door opened and a hand was offered to help the Duchess out of the car. When she stepped out, chatter stopped, the cameras flashed.

“Duchess Satine,” the Prime Minister appeared on the stairs above her, “may I escort you in?”

“I would be delighted.” Satine smiled, gracefully ascending the steps and holding out her hand.

The inside of the Parliament building was decorated with chiseled busts of important leaders, symbolic paintings, and marble pillars that, combined with the marble floor, caused Satine’s shoes to echo with every step.

“The Honorable Prime Minister Djarin and Her Grace, Duchess Kryze of Mandalore.”

Satine felt every pair of eyes in the room on her, she hadn’t graced Parliament with her presence since she’d opened it when she was a new Duchess.

At the end of the room there were two chairs which Prime Minister Jaru led them towards, one a wooden throne, elegantly carved, sat on the left of the center throne, which was marble. Ascending the dias, Satine turned and sat gracefully on the center throne, once she was fully seated, everyone, including the Prime Minister, followed.

“Our monarch is here today,” began Jaru Djarin, “to hear your reasoning behind the strict tariffs on Cerea and Naboo, she would like to open the floor to discussion and hear what you feel strongly about.”

Satine studied the room, Mandalore had four political parties that each held an amount of seats in Parliament, the long hall had four seating areas against the walls, and each group sat under a flag of singular color. Red, orange, yellow, and white.

“Your Grace,” a minister from the red group stood, “we have just been through a terrible ordeal, and Naboo and Cerea, our closest trading partners, certainly wouldn’t mind helping us.”

Chatter rose up around the room.

“Unfortunately,” the Duchess began, speaking as loud as she could while remaining dignified, “they do mind, and feel they are being treated unfairly. If we wish them to help us, we must give them something in return.”

That certainly sparked whispers.

As more and more ministers stood, Satine saw where the argument split, the red and yellow parties were on one side, while orange and white were on the other. The red and yellow parties felt that they should be aggressive with the tariff negotiations, the orange and white parties disagreed, and thought the opposite.

“Perhaps,” Satine began, trying to calm the uproar that had suddenly erupted, “we should stand firm on our implementation of the tariffs, yet be lenient and willing to negotiate on some of the principles.”

The room went silent.

“What principles do you suggest, Your Grace?” asked the Prime Minister.

Satine straightened, “We lower the percent of tax down from twenty five percent to fifteen, yet we ask for a loan to be repaid without interest.”

The ministers whispered among each other, the Prime Minister smiled. It took an hour to hammer out the rest of the details, yet all of Parliament agreed that the Duchess had divulged a good tactic.

The next morning, Satine woke to a squeal from Khaami.

“Satine!”

“Sh, Khaami-”

“Satine, you won't believe it!”

Sighing, the Duchess sat up.

“They’re calling you the She-Wolf of Mandalore!” Khaami giggled.

“Your performance yesterday was spectacular, Satine.” Fesma agreed.

Grinning and giggling like a little girl, Satine asked to see the holonews.

“She-Wolf of Mandalore,” Satine smiled, “I like that.”

#satine kryze #duchess satine #satine x obiwan #obiwan #obi wan kenobi #korkie kenobi #korkie kryze

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labyrinth-runner · 4 years

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Mistakes Like This

Obidala One-shot based off this song by Prelow

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Obi-Wan watched as Padmé walked into the room in her black corset and fitted floor length skirt. When he had been assigned to protect the Senator, he hadn’t expected the job to be this tempting. He was seeing a whole new side of Padmé that she rarely showed at the Senate. She was carefree, well as carefree as she could be when hiding from assassins. His eyes trailed her body, taking in her curves. If he was a weaker man, he’d kiss her. He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to place his hands on her hips to pull her close and whisper in her ear all the things he wanted to do to her until she was begging him to do them. But, he couldn’t. Not only was he a Jedi and he had the Code to adhere to, but he also knew how his padawan felt about the Senator. Could he betray the Order? Force, could he betray Anakin? He ran a hand through his hair as he listened to the Senator talk about her childhood. He was too sober to make a mistake like this. His eyes focused on her lips as they talked. They looked so soft... a slight smirk crossed his face.

“What is it, Master Kenobi?” she asked in amusement.

Obi-Wan blushed slightly, but the dim lighting in the room hid it from her. “Nothing, darling, please go on.”

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After dinner they were sitting in front of the fire place. He was warm, but he wasn’t sure if it was from the hearth, the wine, or from being so close to the Senator. He was telling her about his childhood with Qui-Gon. It was nice to talk to her about it. In a way, their formative years hadn’t been too different. Both spent them serving a greater good. Not that he would ever compare being a Jedi to being Queen of a planet, but they both knew what duty meant and how sometimes you had to sacrifice your happiness for the good of everyone else.

“Did you ever regret running for Queen?” he asked after a lull in conversation.

“Sometimes, I wished I could have been a normal girl when I saw how carefree the other girls my age were,” Padmé mused, “But, that’s not who I am. It hadn’t always been my goal to be a Queen, but looking back now, I can’t imagine doing anything differently. What about you? Do you ever wish you weren’t a Jedi, Master Kenobi?”

Master Kenobi. It sounded wrong. Sure, Anakin called him Master, but even then he didn’t feel as though he earned that title. He still had so much left to learn when Qui-Gon died that sometimes he feels like a Padawan in disguise.

“Please, Padmé, just call me Obi-Wan,” he smiled. He was letting down a wall, and that was dangerous. If he let down too many, she’d move into his heart and he’d never make her leave. He had to control himself, but she had an affect on him. “To answer your question... I don’t think I have ever wanted to be anything but a Jedi. However, that could just be how I was raised. The force bestowed a gift on me, and to think of a life where I wasn’t using it daily to help others is hard.”

“If you allowed yourself to be selfish for once... what would you do?” she asked, trying to rephrase the question in a way that might spark an answer.

A smile crossed his face as he took her in. A strand of hair had slipped out of place. Gently, he leaned into her. His hand came up to tuck the strand of hair behind her ear, lightly tracing his finger across her head as he did. “If you asked me that yesterday, the answer would be different than what it is now,” he murmured in her ear.

Her breath hitched in her throat, bringing him back to his senses. Did she like him? Or was it just that she was unused to his closeness? He withdrew from her and got up from his seat. “Well, Senator, I believe we should retire for the night.”

Padmé nodded and got up to leave. “The inn is across the street. We should go check in and get our rooms.”

Obi-Wan swallowed his feelings and got up to follow her out and across the way. Yet, when they got there, they found a slightly unpleasant situation. They had only been given one bed. Apparently the inn keeper had assumed they were married.

“I’ll sleep on the floor,” Obi-Wan told her, taking a pillow off the bed.

“Nonsense, Obi-Wan. Sleep in the bed. If you’re going to protect me then you should be well-rested. We’re adults. I’ll stay on my side if you stay on yours,” she declared.

He knew better than to argue with Padmé. He’d learned quickly enough that one did not argue with Padmé Amidala if they wanted to win. The two of them went about their nightly routines before crawling into the bed for the night. Padmé fell asleep right away, exhausted from the events of the past few days and feeling safe enough to let her guard down completely. Obi-Wan stayed up and watched her. She was beautiful. He thought back to her question from earlier. If he could be selfish, he wanted this. He wanted to spend his days with Padmé, waking up next to her and holding her. A small sigh escaped his lips as he settled back into the mattress. And then, he heard it.

A moan.

His eyes flicked to her sleeping form as another one breezed past her lips, followed by a name. His name. He turned towards her now, propping himself up on his elbow as he gently smoothed her hair out of her face. He wanted to know what she was dreaming about, but more than that, he wanted to hear her make those sounds when she was awake. He wanted to be the one to make her make those sounds. His hand fell back to his side. A Jedi shouldn’t be thinking like this. He couldn’t make a mistake like this.

Obi-Wan flopped back to the bed and tried to fall asleep. He received a comm from Anakin about his mission with Master Windu, saying that they were on Geonosis and that they were having some trouble. He looked over at Padmé, dread seeping into his stomach. They’d have to leave in the morning, and something told him that things wouldn’t be the same afterwards.

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The ride home from Geonosis had been long and silent. Everyone was dealing with their injuries and the thought that the Republic as they knew it might be coming to an end. Never in their wildest dreams had they pictured something like this could happen. The clones were a force to be reckoned with, but would they be enough to restore the Republic? The Jedi all had more questions than answers, and a dark feeling creeping in that the Sith were more of a problem than they had thought.

When they landed on Coruscant, Obi-Wan volunteered to take Padmé back home to her apartment. Her servants were all still on Naboo, not expecting her to be back for sometime, but Padmé needed to rest before she could even think about going back to her home planet. As they walked through the shields on her balcony and into the apartment, Obi-Wan noticed the tears forming in her eyes, silently streaming down her cheeks. Gently, he reached out to stop her. He cupped her cheek to swipe the tears from her face with his thumb.

“What’s the matter, darling?” he asked softly. He wanted to kiss her tears away, but instead he settled for gently soothing her with his hands.

“I’ve spent so much time fighting a bill for a creation of an army to find that one had already been created. I’ve been fighting to stop a war that began right under my nose. I’ve never felt so useless,” she murmured despondently.

“Padmé, you are not useless. You’re one of the strongest people I know. If I ever need something to get done in the Senate, I come to you, because I know you’ll make it so,” he said adamantly.

She gave him a lopsided smile, leaning into his hand. “Nothing is going to be the same again after today.”

He licked his lips as his eyes trailed her face. “No, I suppose not.”

Her hands pulled on the collar of his robes, bringing him down towards her before pressing her lips against his. Alarms went off in his head telling him that he shouldn’t be doing this. That they shouldn’t be doing this, but his body acted in accordance with his heart and he found himself slipping his hands into her hair to kiss her harder and harder as he deepened the kiss. Force help him, but he loved her and almost losing her so many times that day made him want to hold on a little tighter even though he knew he shouldn’t.

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Months went by as the war dragged on and he saw her less and less often, but when they were reunited, it was an explosion of passion. He felt bad for hiding his secret relationship with her from the Council... from Anakin, but he knew what would happen if they found out. He’d be forced to choose. They’d tell him that he made a mistake and he had to fix it. He looked over at his sleeping lover, taking in how the moonlight fell on her skin illuminating her in an ethereal glow. His mind replayed the events from earlier, relishing in the screams of pleasure and moans that were reserved only for him when she was beneath him. He knew better. He shouldn’t have made love to her, but he had and he had enjoyed it. She was everything to him, which was his problem.

He reached into the pocket of his pants that he had put on after they had cleaned themselves up. The ring was small in his hand, but he knew it would fit on it’s intended owner, should he choose to give it to her. He’d been carrying the small piece of jewelry around in his pocket for a while now, going back and forth on whether or not he should give it to her. He’d already committed enough mistakes in the eyes of the Order, but this would be one he wouldn’t be able to come back from if he went through with it. He couldn’t give back the kisses she’d given him, or the love, or her virginity, and it wasn’t as if he had taken these things from her. They were freely given to him. Still, he had a duty to the Order. To Anakin. Kriff. If he went through with this, he’d surely lose Anakin. Would he be able to give up on Anakin for Padmé? Would Anakin ever forgive him? He loved her, but he loved Anakin, too. He’d practically raised the boy, and he’d seen him grow into an incredible Jedi. Would marrying Padmé be the biggest mistake of his life, or would walking away from her be?

He didn’t know. He slipped the ring back into his pocket and got dressed before kissing her forehead. Gently, he left the bed and tried to make his way out of the apartment. However, the sudden change of pressure on the mattress had awoken Padmé. Her feet were swift as they followed him, catching up to loop her arms around him from behind.

“Obi, were you leaving without saying goodbye?” she asked quietly. “Did I do something wrong?”

His heart thumped in his chest. Was this so wrong? How could love be wrong? He sighed, making his decision. He sunk down to his knee and fished the ring from his pocket. The Jedi in him was screaming that this was a mistake, but the man who loved the woman in front of him didn’t care.

“Marry me?” he asked her before he lost his nerve.

“Yes,” she breathed, sinking down to kiss him. He slipped the ring on her finger before he wrapped his arms around her.

If love was a mistake, then so be it. He’d make a mistake like this a thousand times over.

#obidala #mistakes like this #obi-wan kenobi #obi wan x padme #padmé amidala

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wonderlandleighleigh · 4 years

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A loose timeline of the AU

- Jinn is born on Mandalore and Obi-Wan and Satine make the decision not to tell anybody.

- Maul tries to take over Mandalore, but is stopped by Obi-Wan and Anakin, who insisted on not letting Obi-Wan go alone. Anakin meets baby Jinn, and is VERY excited about being an uncle. He promises not to tell anyone.

- Ahsoka is accused of treason and leaves the order after her name is cleared.

- Padme finds out she’s pregnant while Anakin is in the outer rim, fighting.

- Maul makes another play for Mandalore, and is stopped by Ahsoka and half of the 501′st, while Anakin and Obi-Wan rush back to Coruscant to rescue Palpetine from Dooku.

- Anakin still kills Dooku, and after everyone gets back, Padme goes into labor and has the twins, forcing Anakin to come clean about being married, and having children. The Council is *pissed* and doubly pissed when Obi-Wan comes forward in Anakin’s defense, revealing Jinn to the Council, who seriously consider booting them both out, but Palpetine steps in and blocks the Council, putting Anakin, awkwardly, on the Council. Nobody is happy about this. Least of all Anakin, who really just wants to go home.

- Palpetine starts talking Dark Side nonsense. Anakin is confused, but very, very tired and mostly thinking about the diapers he has to pick up on the way home.

- Obi-Wan volunteers to go to Utapau to handle Grievous, but he’s still in the doghouse for being a dad. Mace goes instead, and makes pretty quick work of it.

- Anakin goes to update Palpetine on Mace moving on Grievous, and Palpetine talks more Dark Side nonsense, and as sleep-deprived and distracted as Anakin is, he’s like “hold on a minute I don’t wanna turn to the Dark Side, no thank you. No thank you at all.” Because he has babies at home, and a very busy wife, and now he’s on the Council. He does not have any time for Dark Side lessons, when there are babies to feed in the style of pretending the spoon is a starfighter coming in for a landing on the platform.

- Palpetine’s had enough, and goes on the attack, hitting Anakin hard with Force lightning, and Anakin, who is sleep deprived, and stressed out, and low on nutrition, goes down hard. As he’s having a seizure, he reaches out for Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, and then promptly has a heart attack.

- Obi-Wan gets to the Chancellor’s office in the nick of time, and Palpetine flees out the window, leaving Obi-Wan to rush Anakin for medical attention. He receives emergency surgery to save his life, and mechno tech is attached to his left ventricle to prevent heart failure. He temporarily loses sight in his right eye, and has a very hard time walking for a few months after.

- The Senate, the Jedi, and everyone in-between go bug nuts crazy. Finger pointing starts pretty quickly, and many people don’t believe that Sheev was Sidious the whole time. It takes Obi-Wan providing the security holo footage from Palpetine’s office for people to believe. Padme, Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are all in attendance to watch.

- Four years pass. The Jedi order searches far and wide for Palpetine with no luck. Anakin begins teaching in the creche while doing his best to be a good dad, and Padme serves on the new Chancellatory committee to try and undo what Palpetine broke. Obi-Wan is elected Jedi rep on that committee.

- Palpetine does come back, as Anakin always knew he would, and the two face off alone inside the Jedi Temple. Anakin manages to let go of his fear and hate and trust in the Force, and is seemingly possessed by it, his entire body deflecting Palpetine’s attacks right back at him. Palpetine dies, and Anakin nearly has another heart attack, but holds up, temporarily partially losing his sight again, and this time, he’ll need the cane for good, but he survives.

#au #fic #my fic

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tennessoui · 2 years

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Welcome back Ms Kit! Injured/sick fic + marriage of convenience?

hello hello!! ok what about this what about this what about a fic where falling to the dark side is viewed as an illness that can be treated with the right amount of attention and love and enough time basking in pure, honest light, which means that when a jedi falls, they're placed in the care and temporary custody of another jedi, usually through bonding and marriage

and obi-wan and anakin are both jedi, but anakin is a watchman (which just means he's stationed on a specific planet so obi-wan and anakin don't really know each other at all) but then he falls to the dark side after like some atrocity on his planet and the jedi council rushes him back to the temple

and obi-wan volunteered a while ago to be on a list of jedi who are open to bonding and marrying a darksider in order to rehabilitate them, but he'd never been tapped for it and now he's pretty old, so he's completely surprised when the jedi council drags him into a room to bond and marry this feral twunk.

(bonus points if obi-wan, pillar of light and stability that he is, is able to save anakin from the dark side. bonus bonus points if they fuck like three days into their marriage. bonus bonus bonus points if most of these healing marriages do NOT involve fucking EVER under ANY circumstances. bonus bonus bonus bonus points if anakin says later that it was obi-wan's cock that saved him. obi-wan always replies with 'i thought it was my ass'. bonus bonus bonus bonus bonus points if most of these marriages and bondings dissolve after the darksider is brought back to the light, but obi-wan and anakin keep "forgetting" and putting it off and when someone asks them about it they're like 'ah yeah!! it's uh. it's definitely on the to-do list. number one priority. absolutely!')

send me two tropes from this list and i'll tell you how i'd write them in a story

#asks #i did toy with the idea of writing lil drabbles for these prompts #but um ive received over twenty and i do not have that amount of energy #but i like these summaries!!!#obikin #kit's silly lil aus #i will probably start queuing these as well to stretch them out!#fix a sith au

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steves-on-a-plane · 4 years

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You Go Left, and I’ll Go Right.

Words: 2069 Pairing: Poe Dameron x Jedi!Reader Timeline: Between Force Awakens & Rise Of Skywalker Request: “I have a idea where Jedi!reader and Poe are married but while on a mission together they got ambushed and separated. Poe thought the reader died, cause he found her light saber on the ground. But the first order took the reader. A few weeks later Poe got captured and he saw her in the cell . And when Rey and Finn came to rescue him, they rescued the reader as well.” -Anon Summary: Poe and his wife Jedi!Reader are on a mission for Leia to bring back the location of children taken by the First Order. They decide to split up and that’s when things go wrong.

“Well what’s the plan now?” Poe huffed as the two of you came to a fork in the corridors of a First Order battlecruiser. Leia had sent the two of you on a quiet reconnaissance mission to obtain some much needed data about where the First Order kept the children they stole. The Resistance was planning on extracting and rescuing as many kids as possible. Luckily it wasn’t Kylo Ren’s ship so there was no danger of running into him. It was supposed to be a moderately risky but doable endeavor.

“I don’t know.” You whispered back at your husband. “You’re the hot shot Commander remember?”

“Very funny.” He chuckled quietly. “Aren’t you supposed to be a Jedi?” He nodded at the lightsaber dangling from a clip on your hip. “Maybe we split up?” He suggested. “It might be harder for them to track us back to our ship that way.”

“Okay.” You agreed with a nod. Poe’s strategies were usually solid. You had no reason to doubt him. “You go left, I go right?”

“And in case I don’t make it back home for dinner tonight…” He smirked before planting a kiss on your cheek. It was a strange little song and dance that the two of you always did before splitting up. Finn always teased you both for being sickeningly sweet, but neither of you minded.

You and Poe stole on last look at each other before splitting up. You darted down the hall to the right and he slowly advanced down the hall to the left. It didn’t take very long for Poe to realize the twist of corridors he was following wasn’t going to lead anywhere near the ship you’d arrived on. So, he decided to double back and see if you’d had any luck on your side. Moving as quietly as a person in clunky pilots’ boots could, he edge further and further down the corridor with his blaster drawn.

He stopped briefly to inspect a scorch mark in the floor. The grate beneath his boot looked like it had been cut clean but hastily, like by a lightsaber. Poe crouched down, it looked like someone had tried to peel the flooring back. Maybe you’d done more than try. With as much might as he could manage, Poe peeled the grate back along the edges that had been cut. Under the makeshift hatch he saw something that made his heart stop. A lightsaber. Not just any saber either, the very same one he’d watched you take hours to forge. Something wasn’t right.

What would cause you to leave your lightsaber behind? Poe scooped up the saber and tucked it inside his jacket. He felt the cold metal press against his skin as he smoothed the grated flooring back down. The lightsaber had been a message, he was sure of it. No Stormtrooper would have been able to spot the singe in the grate through their clunky helmet and you wouldn’t have left your saber behind unless you thought you’d run out of options. Unless you’d been captured or worse. He couldn’t bring himself to think about the worst, not yet. Picking up his blaster again, Poe forged on, wondering what could have happened to you.

“You there!” For a second time Poe thought his heart had stopped. He’d thought the corridor to his right was clear, but it seemed he’d been noticed by a pair of troopers.

“Oh hey, guys I was just, ah, admiring this ship of yours here.” He commented casually as he turned to face the troopers. “You know I’m a pilot myself and…”

“Not another move!” More troopers had arrived in front and behind him. Poe was surrounded. “Drop the blaster.” There’d be no fighting his way out of this, not without you. He was a good shot, but not that good.

“Alright, ya caught me.” He moved slowly and dropped his blaster to the floor. He kicked it forward to the nearest trooper. He hoped that if he cooperated with them, they wouldn’t search him and find your saber.

Surprisingly, it worked. He allowed the troopers to drag him off to the brig. He was careful not to mention you or the intended mission in case you hadn’t been found out yet. Though the odds of that seemed increasingly unlikely. The battlecruiser’s brig was empty except for Poe and his captors. He debated igniting the saber there and cutting the two troopers down, but he wasn’t sure he could do it before they drew a blaster and he definitely couldn’t deflect blaster bolts like a jedi could. The troopers tossed Poe into an empty cell and clomped away.

“Okay, here goes nothing.” Poe fished your lightsaber out of his jacket and held it in one hand. He flicked the switch to ignite the lightsaber. The saber hissed and sparked in his hand but didn’t ignite. “Oh come on!” Poe gripped the saber in both hands and tried to copy a stance he’d seen you use before. He flicked the switch again, but again the saber didn’t ignite.

“So [Y/N] ditched the saber because it was broken.” He sighed. He wondered what could have happened to break the saber. It looked just fine on the outside. At least as far as he could tell. Just the same, Poe tucked the saber away again for safe keeping. “Well now what’s your plan Commander?” He sighed to himself as he looked at the bars of his cell.

A week past and Poe was no closer to escaping than he had been the first night. The brig around him remained empty which gave Poe little hope that you were alive. He laid in the cold steel rack that was poor excuse for a bed and stared up at the ceiling. He’d really mucked things up this time. He kept his strength up, because he knew that’s what you’d tell him to do. He ate what little food the troopers offered him and slept when he could. When he couldn’t he thought about you.

He thought of the way your face contorted into a little scowl when you were upset and how when he first met you he couldn’t believe someone so cute could be such a fierce warrior. He thought about how you always looked over your shoulder on missions to make sure the party was still together. He thought about how he always felt three steps behind whenever you were leading the charge. It was easier to think of you this way, with a scowl on you face swinging your saber because if he thought of you, his wife, and all the parts of you that only he got to see, he may damn well lose his mind.

He knew that you’d both been gone long enough that Leia would send someone to look for you. She’d send Finn and Chewy and Rey if they could spare her. They’d do anything to get you back, Jedi’s were in short supply these days. He knew that Leia valued him too. You’d reminded him of this on several occasions, but he always thought of you first because you were his number one priority. Everything he did, he did for you. While he laid on his cold steel rack that night he thought of something Leia had told him once. Hope is like the sun. If you only believe in it when you can see it, you’ll never make it through the night.

There was a commotion outside of his cell for the first time since he’d been captured. Hopeful but not wanting to draw the attention of the troopers, he craned his neck and squinted through the bars of his cell. There were two troopers dragging along a much weaker and tired frame with them. It was you. Poe felt as if he couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t muster enough strength to move your head let alone see him. There was a hard thud as the troopers tossed you into the cell next to him before stomping off again.

“[Y/N]? [Y/N]? Can you hear me?” He called through a slit in the wall. The wall between you was mostly solid, but there were slits here and there cut along the sheet of metal. Not big enough to pass objects through, but enough to carry sound.

“Poe?” You whispered back softly. It sounded like it took all of your strength to manage just his name.

“Yeah baby, I’m here. I’m right here.” He called through the wall.

“Rey’s coming. She told me.” You muttered. Poe knew that you meant that Rey told you she’d be coming through the force.

“Okay that’s great, Baby!” He smiled, despite the current situation. You always said you could tell from the tone of his voice if he was smiling. “So, all we gotta do is wait. They’ll be here for us soon. Just rest, okay?”

Another two days past before there was activity in the brig again. Poe heard at least two pairs of loud footsteps charging into the brig. This time he decided to crawl himself off his sorry excuse for a bed and press his face against the bars of his cell. From there he got a perfect view of his favorite Wookie, former Stormtrooper and second favorite Jedi entering the brig.

“Chewie, Finn, Rey!” He shouted, glad to see his friends again. They all turned in his direction, each of them looking as thrilled to see him as he was for them.

“I can open that cell, it’s just going to take a minute.” Finn said. He turned to an access panel and began typing in the cell overlock sequence.

“Poe, where is Master Dameron?” Rey asked, her voice laced with worry. “When I talked to her last…”

“She’s alright!” Poe assured her. “She’s right here next to me.” Poe nodded to the cell next door. “I don’t think she can walk though. Chewbacca happily volunteered to carry you as Finn managed to pop open the doors of every cell in the bring.

“We have to get to the Falcon before they catch up with us.” Rey insisted.

It was a harrowing escape that left nearly everyone out of breath, but thanks to the stars or the Force everyone made it safely back to the Millennium Falcon. Chewie gently laid you in the pilot’s relief bunk before jumping into the co-pilot seat. He and Rey skillfully avoided the First Order’s assault and the Falcon had mad the jump to lightspeed as soon as possible.

You were tired. More tired than you ever remembered being in your life. Your body was begging you to close your eyes and allow the darkness surrounding you to swallow you up. But one look over at your husband, and you knew better. He looked as if he were on the verge of tears. He held one of your hands in his and was stroking your hair and mumbling what sounded like an apology. You wanted to speak, to tell him none of it was his fault, but you were too weak. The best you could manage was a gentle squeeze of his hand.

“Our course looks clear from here.” Rey announced, stepping out of the cockpit. “Do you have any idea what happened to her?” She asked.

“No.” Poe sighed, looking away from you for the first time. “I’m never seen her look this weak, so I can only assume they tortured her. I’m sure it didn’t help that her lightsaber stopped working.” Poe handed Rey your lightsaber so she could inspect it for herself.

“Poe,” She said after only looking at the saber for a minute. “The saber didn’t break. At least not accidentally. Look here, the power’s been severed.” Rey turned the hilt so that Poe could see what she’d found. “And it’s rattling? Maybe the Kyber Crystal’s come loose?”

Rey placed the saber on top of the Dejarik board in the center of the room and reached for one of Han’s old screwdrivers. Using the screwdriver she popped open the compartment that housed the Kyber Crystal. When she managed to wrestle the compartment open, Rey couldn’t hold back her smile. She wedged something out of the saber and held it out for the others to see.

“It’s the data we were looking for.” Rey explained. “[Y/N] hid it in her lightsaber because she knew you’d find it. That’s brilliant.”

#Poe Dameron #Poe Dameron FF #Poe Dameron Fan Fic #Poe Dameron Fan Fiction #Poe Dameron X Reader #Poe Dameron Reader Insert #Jedi!Reader #Jedi! Reader

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sirloozelite · 4 years

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Galaxy-8: Tales of ‘Conquest’

(Galaxy-8 is crazy and bonkers and every possible variation of the word. Nothing makes any real sense, and everyone behaves completely OOC... minus Hardcase. Do not take any of this seriously. It is all done for humor reasons. Enjoy! XD)

Scene: Clone Bar 79′s. Captain Cody and ARC Trooper Hardcase have invited their Jedi General, Ahsoka Tano out for drinks. The Clones each have a beer, whilst Tano drinks a fine wine. Much to Cody’s annoyance, the discussion had taken a rather... private... turn.

Hardcase: So come on then General... who was your first?

Cody: 0_0

Ahsoka: Ha! It was a fellow Knight actually. We had both recently graduated from Padawan rank and we went out to celebrate. One thing led to another and well... you can fill in the blanks.

Hardcase: Oohh. You bad Jedi!

Ahsoka: I know right! XD

Cody: -_-

Ahsoka: What about you Hardcase? You’ve been around a bit from what I hear.

Cody: Unfortunately.

Hardcase: You’re just jealous Cody. Anyways, my first was with a lovely Twi’lek girl that actually works here. I had just got promoted to ARC Trooper, and felt like celebrating, like you. She offered and I thought... why the hell not. I still chat to her over instant messaging too. She’s a good friend.

Cody: Uh huh?

Ahsoka: That’s sweet Hardcase. Good for you.

Hardcase: Thanks General.

Cody: ...

Hardcase: What about you Cody? Who was your first time?

Cody: NOPE! Not going there!!! (takes a big gulp of his beer)

Hardcase: Hmph... fine. So... General... I heard rumours about you and Senator Chuchi. Any truth to them?

Ahsoka: Huh? Oh! Yeah... I turned her gay!

Cody: (chokes on his drink)

Hardcase: Whoa! How’d you managed that?!

Ahsoka: Long story short, the two of us went out on the town for a night out with the intention of getting laid, but none of the men she was interested in looked at her twice. I simply suggested that maybe she should ‘expand her horizons’, if you catch my drift?

Hardcase: I do I do. So.. what happened next?!

Cody: ... please don’t answer tha...

Ahsoka: She hadn’t ever considered it before, so I volunteered to ‘teach’ her about it. Next thing I know she’s dragging me back to her apartment for her first ‘lesson’. She said afterwards I’d turned her gay for me. It was pretty flattering!

Hardcase: NICE! (offers a high five)

Ahsoka: (high fives Hardcase before sipping her wine)

Cody: Sigh.... why did I get agree to this night out?

Ahsoka: Because you love us really Cody.

Hardcase: Yeah!

Cody: ... kinda wish I didn’t.

The trio take sips/gulps of their drinks before continuing.

Hardcase: So General... since you like the ladies too, I’ve got a question for you.

Cody: Oh no.

Ahsoka: Fire away.

Cody: ...

Hardcase: Ass or (gestures to Ahsoka’s chest)?

Cody: For kriffs sake!

Ahsoka: Pfftt... ass of course!

Hardcase: Hey! Me too! (offers another high five that Ahsoka accepts)

Cody: (facepalms)

Ahsoka: You got anymore stories Hardcase?

Hardcase: Yeah actually... there was this one women... human... she was pretty cute... but I found out she was married, so I didn’t go for her. Not in the business of partaking in helping a spouse commit adultery, whether they are willing to or not.

Cody: ... that’s... surprisingly honorable of you Hardcase.

Hardcase: Heh! Thanks. I later found out that she and her husband were actually in an open marriage. I could of had her... in theory.

Ahsoka: Just her? No interest in trying out...

Hardcase: Ha! No. Not for me.

Ahsoka: Senator Chuchi said the same once.

Hardcase: Ha ha ha! Unlike you Tano I’m not into threesomes! Didn’t you sleep with a King of Ryloth and his mistress or something?

Ahsoka: To be honest I spent most of my time with his mistress. Three rounds with her compared to one with him, not that I was complaining.

Hardcase: Nor was he I bet, with a view like that!

Cody: HARDCASE!!!!

Ahsoka: No no... he’s right Cody. A view like that... mmmmmm!

Cody: Oh my god someone kill me now!

Ahsoka: Awww... what’s wrong Cody? Does talk about sex make you feel ill or something?

Hardcase: You need to get laid Captain!

Cody: No! No I do not. Not everyone is like the two of you!

Ahsoka: I dunno... a fair few people seem to be like me. Riyo... the Queen of Shili... Cal... Merrin... Saw...

Hardcase: That farmer girl from Raada?

Ahsoka: Oh yeah... Kaeden... she is something special. God that week was so much fun! I could barely keep up with her... and that’s not something I say very often! I’m totally gonna go back there next time I get some time off!

Hardcase: Sounds like you are building your own personal multi-gender harem there General! I’m jealous!

Cody: 😒

Ahsoka: Oohhh!! Now that sounds like a dream come true! All those men and women... all for me! God I’d be in heaven!!! 😎

Cody: PLEASE STOP! WE GET IT GENERAL!!! YOU ARE LITERALLY THE POSTER GIRL FOR THE ‘BADASS BISEXUAL’ TV TROPE!!!! WE DON’T NEED TO BE REMINDED EVERY FIVE SECONDS!!!

Ahsoka: 0_0

Hardcase: 0_0

All of the customers in 79′s: 0_0

Cody: (realizing what he just yelled) ... oh.. kriff... I... I gotta go!

Cody finishes his beer and runs, leaving Ahsoka and Hardcase behind, who both burst out laughing as Cody vanishes and the rest of the club returns to normal.

Hardcase: Poor dude. He needs to learn how to relax. Does he not realize we are just messing with him?

Ahsoka: ... maybe we should hire a lapdancer for him for his life day! That’s soon right?

Hardcase: Ooohhh.. good idea! Male or female lapdancer?

Ahsoka: I dunno actually. He’s not stated a preference to me before. Has he to you?

Hardcase: Nope. Guess we will just have to get one of each.

Ahsoka: Nice! I can have the one he doesn’t want then!

Hardcase: And if he doesn’t want either of them?

Ahsoka: Then you can have the other one for the night!

Hardcase: ...

Ahsoka: ...

Hardcase: ...

Ahsoka: ... oh... and dibs on the female dancer if Cody doesn’t want either of them.

Hardcase: Blast!

Ahsoka: XD

Hardcase: Damn you General. You always steal the best things.

Ahsoka: Yep! I’m a lucky woman!

Hardcase: (spotting two woman coming toward them from a distance) Hey! Heads up General. Looks like some ‘company’ is coming our way!

Ahsoka: Yes! (turns to greet them) Why hello there!

Hardcase: What she said!

#galaxy-8 #ahsoka tano #hardcase #commander cody

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roseunspindle · 4 years

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a different path 2

- meanwhile back on tatooine, after becoming free, Shmi sets about the long task of officially starting the slave revolution. There’s has always been one, sort of, but it was more just the underground, and no real intent/genuine way to change things.

- it’s different now, now there is hope, there is help, there is the start of a plan.

- Cleigg Lars is not part of the plan. Well, he and the other moisture farmers are part of them plan but not...the plan does not include him smiling shyly at Shmi, nor bringing her her favorite fruits from the market when he comes to town. These were not part of the plan, but, but it’s nice, he’s nice. Shmi remembers when she was young wanting dashing and daring, but now. Nice is wonderful, and while Cleigg may not be dashing, he is gentle and good, and he’ll hold the hand of an escaping slave while Shmi or Beru cuts out the transmitter. Daring he most certainly is, if not in the way young Shmi envisioned. This is a man who built a small, hidden surgery in his home to keep slaves hidden. This is a man who built a small hide space in his speeder to transport runaway slaves to his farm. If that is not daring, Shmi does not know what is.

- two years after they meet, Cleigg asks her to marry him, and with all her free ability to say no, Shmi says yes.

- Anakin comes to the wedding. Her boy is growing like a weed and Shmi and his Jedi mother commiserate on this. His Jedi father merely scoops the gangly fourteen year-old up even now, like he weighs nothing, giving a laughingly protesting Anakin purring kisses on the top of his head.

- Shmi is happy when Cleigg, Owen and Anakin appear to get along. Anakin is not a farmer, but he has helped farm on dozens of worlds, and Cleigg and Owen are not warriors, but they are fighting a war, and above all that, all three speak mechanic and are happy with it. Beru takes to teasing Ani immediately who accepts it was eye rolling complaints, becoming siblings in the way only a freed boy and first freeborn child can.

- Padme, who has been in contact with Shmi and has made sure Naboo one of the stops on the freedom trail (the ease which this happens is aided by the fact that a former slave boy had helped free the entire planet, not once but twice, first with pod racing and second with destroying the droid control ship) is also in attendance.

- Shmi wonders when she will attend the wedding of this brave young woman and her son. For the age gap has grown smaller as Ani gets older and the smiles the two exchange are shy and sweet.

- Shmi and Cleigg get married in the light of the setting suns, with their family surrounding them. The desert wind blows and in the distance and Kryat dragon screams. It is a wonderful day.

- Four years later and all is ready, the slavers know something is happening, Ani, his Jedi parents, Obi-wan, Padme, her handmaidens, and many Nubian volunteers and well as the resistance fighters themselves are gathered. It is a bloody week. But by the end the Hutts are run away or dead, slavers await either republic trial or some have gone to feed the sarlac.

- Anakin and Padme have little time to talk, it isn’t until a week and half after the end of the rebellion that they truly speak, and Anakin is still bloody, though this time due to having just delivered a baby. He is washing his hands when Padme finds him and she hands him a towel.

- Anakin is a much different person than the one in another universe, this one does not take himself to seriously, for sure he has just aided in the freedom of his people, which brings him unending joy, but odds are when they return with the prisoners to Curoscant, Master Nu will set him to work putting away returns or maybe reading stories to younglings. He is a Jedi and no task is to big or to small, which i the biggest lesson he has learned.

- He is also not stifled by a code that simply couldn’t fit him, instead, Yananna had given her nine year old padawn a different version, one that suited the emotion driven boy better and would help him embody the Jedi she knew he could be.

- Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force

- in many ways one would assume this was the same as the other code but it is subtly different and Ani has fixed many machines, plowed many fields, and performed many kata’s while contemplating this version of the code.

- however, this code comes with the acknowledgement of emotions, but that even with them, one can find peace, anakin is angry and part of him will always be angry by the fact that he was a slave, the peace comes from knowing that he has a right to this anger, but also that he will not let anger be his new master.

- Padme invites the Jedi and Shmi and Cleigg to visit Naboo, and after a few months of making sure Tatooine is settled and peaceful, they make the trip.

- Anakin and Padme, however more amture Anakin especially is, ares till young, idealistic, and have a tendency to follow their hearts before their heads ever catch up. So Anakin is barely eighteen when he and Padme get married.

- It is different though. They know each other better, both view the other person as a living breathing, flawed person, however wonderful they find the other to be.

- Their families know, sure, the rest of the Galaxy must be kept in the dark but the people they love most know, and are happy for them. (Pooja and Ryoo make adorable flower girls).

- Obi-wan is uncertain about all of this, but cannot deny that the force had sung with joy as each slave breathed free for the first time. And it is glorying now in this marriage.

- He must meditate on this, and if perchance his meditations stray towards what this might mean for himself and a certain duchess of Manadalore well...

#star wars #the between bits #fanfic? is this a fanfic?#i dunno #anakin skywalker #shmi lars #cleigg lars #owen lars #beru whitesun #padme amidala #naberrie family #tatooine freedom

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kittystargen3 · 4 years

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https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13534569/1/Return-of-the-Survivors

Summary: Alternate Universe- What if Anakin's mother survived and Anakin never went dark side. Padme has the twins on Tatooine and survives. Anakin tries to help the surviving Jedi, while still keeping his family secret. Meanwhile Darth Sidious has been crowned emperor and is going after the remaining Jedi. Rumors have it he's looking for a new apprentice. Anakin gets to be a daddy.

I’ve posted Chapter 23 of Return of the Survivors today. Below is a small selection. Please click a link to read more.

Chapter 23 - The Twin Bond

Anakin had another quiet day ahead of him. There were no battles to plan or Sithspawn, yuck, to fight most days anymore. And every time he came up with a good plan to cause a little ruckus for the empire and it’s minions, double yuck , Obi-Wan threw it out.

“It’s not good to draw attention to our system,” he’d say, or the old fashioned, “If you get caught, I won’t be able to bail you out this time.” But then at times, when Anakin felt his plan was especially good, and the risks minimal, all Obi-Wan would do is give him a cold stare. Don’t you dare! Communicated wordlessly.

And so Anakin was preparing for another quiet day. Of course he did have a few things on his to do list. Nothing really exciting, of course, but such is the life of a married man.

“Obi-Wan, Yoda, welcome,” He heard Padme say as she opened their door. “Come in, Anakin is in the garage. I’ve got stuff to do, but breakfast is on the table, help yourselves.”

“Hello Anakin. Keeping yourself busy, I see,” Obi-Wan greeted, walking into the garage.

“Yeah, you know how 3-PO is always complaining, how he ‘isn’t made for babysitting duties.’ Well, I think he might be right. I Just pulled this out from his voice-box.” Anakin held out a toy.

“Ooh, don’t tell him that. You’d never hear the end of it.” Obi-Wan warned.

Anakin laughed. “Of course not. Say, I was thinking.” Obi-Wan’s eyes went wide with worry. Rarely does anything go well when Anakin starts thinking. “There’s a group of First Order Goonies visiting Jabba the Hutt again. What if I broke in and messed with their shuttles. I’ll do it so they don’t notice anything’s wrong until they’re a good while away from Tatooine. I’ve been practicing with the old ship parts we’ve salvaged, and I’ve got it down to less than ten minutes.”

Obi-Wan put on his serious face, as he seemed to be planning how to say no.

Then Padme walked through the garage. She picked up something from inside the speeder, then turned to kiss Anakin. “Goodbye, and don’t you dare go anywhere near Jabba’s Palace.” Her eyes became serious. Anakin opened his mouth to protest, but she spoke first. “Don’t, or I’m telling your mother.” Anakin shut his mouth and pouted. She turned, having won her battle, and left. “I’m going to Anchorhead with Beru today. I’ll see you before dinner,” they heard her call out.

Anakin turned and saw a look of pure amusement on Obi-Wan’s face. “What?”

Obi-Wan’s eyebrows rose. “Just committing it to memory. Threatening to tell your mother, I never thought of that.” He laughed.

“Much trouble for the council, it would have saved,” Yoda chuckled from the doorway. He was holding a slice of toast.

Anakin looked crossly at them both. “Yeah, well I’m a good son. What brings you here anyways?”

Obi-Wan’s breath caught. “I was wondering If I could ask you a favor,” he started slowly. “You know I’ve been volunteering to host Yoda for most of his stays on Tatooine. Well, today Satine is coming out, and I was wondering if you’d take him.”

Anakin smiled. “Ah, I see.” He leaned closer to Obi-Wan and whispered in a conspiratorial tone, “You know I could watch Ella-Reese too. Give you two some alone time together.”

Obi-Wan put on his serious not kidding face. “That won’t be necessary. She’s just coming to see Ella-Reese. We’ve been talking, that’s all.”

Anakin returned it with his best impression of Obi-Wan’s own skeptical face, raised eyebrows and all. “Alright. If you say so, Master. Come this way, Master Yoda. I’ll get you set up in the guest room.”

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dracosollicitus · 5 years

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sequels and follow-ups

Hey friends! Now that Damerey December is over, I’d like to see if anyone wanted a follow-up or a sequel (or even a check-in, headcanon ramble) for any of the 23 fics.

I’ll list them below (most will be under a read more), and go ahead and let me know which you’d be most interested in seeing more of/which were your favorites.

(Note: The ones I already have plans for a sequel for will have *** next to them)

There’ll Be Parties for Hosting Rated G

After a disastrous year of working together, Poe Dameron and Rey Smith are sworn enemies; when their boss, Leia Organa, requests that they co-plan the office Christmas party, they try to put their differences aside to make the holidays bright for everyone else.

Hearts Will Be Glowing Rated G

Finn Storm waits until the day of their Christmas party to let Poe Dameron know that he purposefully rigged the Secret Santa Exchange this year so that Poe would get Rey Kenobi.

(And maybe that's because Finn's a little tired of his best friend pining after his other best friend, and wants to speed things up a little)

You Spin Me Right Round Rated G

Poe Dameron does not have high expectations when his friend drags him to the JCC for a dreidel competition - but, as luck would have it, he sits down next to the prettiest girl he's ever seen. Maybe Singles Night isn't the worst thing ever.

Rey Kenobi and the Happy Christmas Rated T ***

Six months after she graduates from Hogwarts, Rey Kenobi celebrates the holidays with Obi-Wan and Kes Dameron. While she's unsure if her boyfriend will be able to make the festivities, she finds herself surrounded by love on Christmas Eve.

You’re the Gift (That’s Made All of My Dreams Come True) Rated G

Poe Dameron volunteers to keep watch over Central Command while the rest of the Resistance celebrates Life Day.

His boring night becomes a bit more interesting when the resident Jedi decides to hang out with him.

But If You Really Hold Me Tight (All The Way Home I’ll Be Warm) Rated T ***

Rey Smith, a well-trained nurse, does not need any nonsense in her ER on Christmas Eve. Especially if said nonsense arrives in the form of a very handsome, wounded firefighter fresh from saving multiple lives.

The Twelve (Bad Dates) of Christmas Rated M

Regrettably, Rey Kenobi lost a bet to her friend, Jessika.

Now, she has to suffer through twelve terrible dates, right before Christmas. It wouldn't be so bad, if Rey didn't have to come home to her perfect, funny, gorgeous, kind roommate at the end of every failed, disastrous date. This wouldn't be so awful, if she didn't have such a crush on Poe Dameron, who's woefully out of her league, and is there to comfort her and cheer her up when yet another Tinder-bro sticks her with the check after talking about his gains all evening.

There's no way this is going to end well.

One Christmas Party a Year is Enough Rated G

Rey Kenobi has to attend her friend Kaydel's Christmas Party because not to attend would be to admit defeat.

With her awful ex-boyfriend in attendance, Rey doesn't want to face the holiday get-together alone; and, she's out of options for fake romantic interest, as her only male friend, Finn, is well-known by her other circle of friends, as is his girlfriend, Rose.

Luckily, a friendly stranger overhears her plight and offers his services as a fake boyfriend - scratch that. Fake fiancee.

Baby It’s Cold Outside Rated T

While the Resistance is stationed on Hoth, Poe and Rey have a Life Day holoreel marathon in Poe's room when Rose and Finn occupy Rey's bunk.

They get through a few holos; but when the power goes out, and the heat goes down, Rey and Poe might have to get a little ... closer than anticipated.

Couldn’t Help But Notice Rated G

When Poe looks out his window on a snowy afternoon, he's surprised to see a girl outside, trying to make a snowman.

And that wouldn't be that surprising, except she's wearing a t shirt. And leggings. In the snow.

He's out the door before his dad can ask him what he's doing. (High School AU)

Dear Stranger Rated G

Poe and Rey sign up for a postcard exchange around the holidays; they never could have imagined that an actual friendship (and maybe something more) would have come from it.

But as Long as You Love Me So Rated G

After a break up that came seemingly out of the blue, Poe Dameron agrees to attend Christmas Eve dinner with his ex-girlfriend, so Rey doesn't have to explain to her parents that they're no longer a couple.

What could go wrong?

You Will Get a Sentimental Feeling When You Hear Rated T ***

Finally free of her abusive ex-manager, pop star Rey Niima is starting a new stage of her career by launching a national tour during the holiday season. While loneliness and isolation have been her constant companions since being thrust in the spotlight at a young age, she encounters a small child in Chicago who just might change her fate.

Sugar Plum Rated E

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring - Except for Poe Dameron, who was both infuriating and amusing his long-suffering wife.

(A little snapshot of post-Sugar Sugar married life)

The Sunshine of My Life Rated G

With Poe home at last, Rey witnesses a special moment between father and daughter.

Oh, Darling (It’s You I’m Without)

Rey Skywalker has been writing the same lyrics, over and over again, since she turned 18. Whenever there is a pen in her hand, the words sprawl out onto paper -

Heroes and thieves at my door/I can't seem to tell them apart anymore/And just when I've figured it out/Oh, darling it's you I'm without.

Soulmates are growing more and more uncommon - however, all the soulmate stories she's heard involve each person knowing one half of their shared song. You find your soulmate when you find the person whose half matches yours.

But, Rey can't seem to find the tune to match her words. Clearly something is wrong with her.

Rumor Has It Rated G

On a normal day in December, something causes quite a stir at Alderaan Enterprises -

Assistant Manager Poe Dameron, notorious bachelor, is spotted flirting with a pretty, young accountant named Rey...who happens to wear a wedding ring.

The Nutcracker Pilot Rated G (Still need to finish!)

England, 1917:

Rey Solo celebrates Christmas Eve with her family at Alderaan Abbey, just outside of London. When her beloved godfather and uncle comes to visit, he brings her a peculiar nutcracker, dressed as a pilot.

After her brother harms the nutcracker in a fit of cruelty, Rey fixes the toy as well she can; but, at the stroke of midnight, the Supreme Leader of the wicked Order of Mice attacks, and the truth of her nutcracker pilot is revealed.

A Most Festive Yuletide Rated T

Several months into their arranged marriage, Captain Poe Dameron and his wife celebrate their first Christmas together.

A Dameron on Hoth Rated T

3 ABY and 35 ABY

The Dameron men spend time on Hoth, thirty two years apart.

Hit the Slopes Rated G

After her co-worker abandons her in a time of need, Rey Kenobi finds herself stranded without a clue at the top of Mount Crait - she has half a mind to take off her skis and clobber Ben Solo over the head with them when she gets to the bottom of this stupid mountain.

Luckily, she gets some advice from a handsome stranger.

Maybe skiing isn't the worst thing after all.

A Wish for Poe Dameron Rated G

Poe and Rey talk about wishes and fears on the eve of their final battle with the First Order.

The Greatest Gift Rated G

Rey's best friend is in desperate need of a kidney, and the perfect donor shows up - and then turns out to be perfect in all respects.

#damerey #jedipilot #damereyconnection #poe dameron x rey #poe dameron #rey #sw #fic #dracosollicitus #damerey december

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fabuloussisterofsin · 6 years

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Hana (A preview)

Summary: Shinsuke Nakamura X OC Female. Champioship and love are on the line as Shinsuke Nakamura and Missy Baxter meet for the first time. Sometimes love forms by happy accidents, and sometimes it is just fate. Check out the rest of the story coming to A03 soon!

Disclaimers: This is story written by me Bi Master Jedi and @obeydontstray. I play Missy and He plays Shinsuke. This is an RP put on paper for you all to read. I want to say that this was written recently and that I went through the Shinsuke tag and saw that an Imagine had this same scenario. I promise I did not see that Imagine until recently and this fic in no way shape or form is meant to be taken from that imagine. This stands alone from that imagine. Another disclaimer is that Shinsuke’s English is a little more broken in this than he actually speaks, we were not aware of this and hope this doesn’t come off as offensive to anyone. We hadn’t really heard him speak english much since he’s only recently been doing long promos and the Chronicle came out far after we started to write this. This will be fixed in later publishing. We are doing our research and doing our best to accurately portray Japanese culture when it is used.

Rated: M (for future Sexual content)

Enjoy! Please leave likes and Reblog and replies!

Hana: How We First Met

Missy Baxter looked nervously as she got onto the bus. A new recruit from NXT Miss or Miss Kiss as her Stage name felt out of place. Her eyes met with Bobby Roode’s and her walk to find a seat was marked by jeers from Sami Zane and Kevin Owens. She found a seat and sat down not knowing who was beside her. The bus started and soon Missy was asleep.

Shinsuke Nakamura glanced over the top of his novel at the sleeping girl beside him. He knew of her. He still visited Full Sail and saw her a few times during training. She swayed in her sleep with the rhythm of the bus. He didn't move, only smiled when she came to rest against his shoulder.

Missy was dreaming intensely, she made a little whimpering noise in her sleep and a soft snore. She was out cold.

Shin smiled to himself and went back to his book, settling down a bit further in his seat, moving her head closer to his chest.

Missy nuzzled against what she thought was the seat. She found what she didn't know was Shinsuke's arm and she wrapped her arms around it hugging it tight. She let out a contented sighed. “Mmmmmmm." She rubbed her face on Shinsuke.

Shin smiled broadly, his skin crinkling around his eyes. Sami Zayne leaned over the back of the seat in front of them. "Nakamura you playa!" He whispered. He pulled out his cellphone and pointed it towards them. Shin shot him a dirty look and covered the sleeping girl's face with his hand. "No picture!" He said lowly. "Let her sleep." He said deliberately in his thick accent.

Missy stirred a little and nuzzled further into Shinuske’s chest. She sighed in her sleep happily until the bus came to quite and abrupt halt and she went flying forwards and she hit her face off the seat in front of her. “Ow.” She whined.

Shinsuke made a sound of worry, his hands coming towards her face. "You okay?" He asked. "You hit head very hard."

Missy went quiet as she realized who she was looking at. Shinsuke Nakamura. She realized who she had been sleeping and cuddling on. “Uhh I...uummm I.” She stuttered.

Shin gave her a small smile. "Good morning." “Umm Konichiwah?” Missy said butchering the Japanese greeting. “I uh sorry for falling asleep on you

Shinsuke looked amused. "It okay. You are quiet reading buddy." He said, showing her his book.

“Oh I’m sorry you were trying to read.” She looked around at the bus. “I’m sorry.” She felt so out of place.

"It okay, hana." He said, swiftly transitioning from broken english to a single Japanese phrase. "I read, you sleep, you tired."

Missy smiled. “Thank you Nakumora San.” She nodded her head as if to bow. “I’m uh Missy Baxter or Miss Kiss.” She said sheepishly.

"Miss Missy." He said, laughing. "Missy chan sound better." He said, offering her his hand to shake.

"Yeah okay Missy Chan works." She giggled and shook his hand. "Nice to meet you Shinsuke, I'm something of a fan. It's kinda intimidating." She smiled.

"Chan since we are now close." He said, motioning to the distance between them with a grin. "Nice to meet you. Welcome to Smackdown." He said in his slow, deliberate way of speaking.

“Oh cool!” Missy Smiled. He was adorable and sweet and his English was pretty darn good. “If I ever talk to fast let me know Nakumura Chan?” She said almost questionably. “Oh ow.” She said realizing her lip was split.

Shin nodded. "Listening easy. Speaking hard." He reached for her face. "Your lip. You okay?"

Missy was internally screaming. “Yeah I think so just a split lip, nothing too serious, Shayna Baslar broke my nose once.” She laughed.

He shook his head. "She nasty. Not good competitor." He offered her a tissue from his backpack.

“Yeah, I guess that’s why I’m here and she’s not.” Missy laughed. Missy noticed Sami Zane peaking from behind his seat. “Psst what’s his deal.” She asked. She took the tissue.

"He always pictures of people sleeping for instagram." He said, having trouble pronouncing the last word. "Go back to husband, Sami." Shinsuke grinned, motioning to Kevin Owens who sat next to Sami. Sami glared at him and turned around. Missy giggled uncontrollably at the last part of his statement. “Yeah go back to your boyfriend Sammy.” She giggled.

He pulled out his phone, launched his Instagram app. "We take picture?" He asked, opening the picture mode and turning the camera to them.

“Omg Yes Id love to!” She said excitedly. She leaned in and smiled broadly. She was Fangirling so hard.

Shin grinned broadly, giving her bunny ears with his fingers, as he snapped the picture.

She giggled again. “Thanks Nakumura chan, this was nice. I have to fight Ruby Riot tonight and I’m really scared.” She admitted.

"You will beat her." He said slowly before he patted his knee. "Use knee to face." He laughed. As he captioned his instagram photo in Japanese and posted it.

Missy smiled. “Okay King Of Strong style.” She giggled. “Maybe I’ll call it the Shinsuke Shin.” She opened up her phone. “Picture with me? For my insta?”

He nodded. "Shinsuke shin! Sounds good!" He moved in closer to her, putting the side of his face against her and grinning as he waited for her to take the picture. She took the picture smiling broadly and blushing wildly. “Thanks.” She blushed and quickly hid behind her phone. She got up to use the on board bathroom leaving Shinsuke open to conversation with his fellow members.

"She's cute." Sami said, peeping over the seat. "Maybe I'll ask her out." He added. "You better be glad I'm married or I'd sweep her off her feet." Kevin said. "Shin rolled his eyes. "She smart girl. She ignore you."

Missy washed her hands and then took a moment to fix her make up and bit and hair. She sprayed her Japanese cherry blossom perfume on. She came out of the bathroom and walked back to her seat next to Shinsuke. “Hello Kevin, and Sami.” She said quietly.

Kevin and Sami both smiled at her devilishly. "Hello." Sami said. "How are you enjoying Smackdown? Are they letting you on tv soon?"

She looked down at her feet. “Umm yeah actually this next episode. I’m uh fighting ruby riot.” She Said suddenly realizing how low cut her top was and how big her breasts were. “They’ve written me winning.” She Said before looking over to Shinsuke.

"I could help train you some, help you in the ring." Sami volunteered. Shinsuke reached up and grabbed her hand, pulling her to the seat next to him. "She not need your help."

Missy blushed wildly, she found her voice. “Thanks but no thanks Sami. I’d rather not.” She was blushing heavily she was practically in Shinsuke’s lap.

"You ever need help, I help you. Strong style. Not lucha style."

Missy nodded. “I think I’ll take you up on that offer. Say tomorrow maybe?” She asked. "We train tomorrow? Sure! You kick my butt." He teased

“Ohh I don’t know about that, you’re too good.” She said shyly. “But thanks anyway. Domo Arigato.” She said to him. Tired again. She sleepily shut her eyes and tried to stay away from Shinsuke, but soon her sleepy body fell against his.

Shinsuke eased his arm behind her and pulled her against his chest, closing his eyes himself.

#Shinsuke Nakamura #wwe smackdown #WWE #shinsuke nakamura x oc #original character #wrestling fan fic

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