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His Little Girl | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader P. 76

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Hi my loves, I just want to start off by saying thank you all for still being here with me and reading my story! It means so much that you all interact and share it! I wouldn't be where I am today without all of you 🥹. I love you all so much! ❤️ Happy reading and enjoy! 💕

A/n: This one is an emotional rollercoaster. I'm very sorry in advance. 🥺🫣

Word Count: 4.7k (he..he..he...)

Warnings: crying, cursing (I always forget this one I am sorry), self-doubt, blame, mentions injuries, angst, adult banter, adult jokes, but so much wholesome love ❤️

Please don't take my work, I will find you.

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You and Mav contacted everyone to let them know the news. The first to come was Phantom, Evelyn, and the girls. They were so happy to see that Bradley was awake and getting better.

Phantom came over and rubbed Bradley’s head. “I was just here earlier, I was hoping you’d get up. You were doing so well all night. But you timed it right for when your girls got here. I’m so glad to see you up.” He gulped and a tear slipped from his eye. “I am so happy you are here, Brad.” He leaned down and kissed his head.

Bradley smiled up at Phantom and placed his hand on his arm. “Thank you for being here for me, for my family.”

“Of course. You are my family.” Phantom let the girls greet Bradley as he went to go and hug Mav. Bradley gave the girls high-fives. Evelyn covered him in kisses and cried to see him awake. Bradley reassured her he was okay and thanked her for taking care of you and Leia.

Phoenix was the last to show. You were out in the hall way waiting for her with Austin. Everyone else was in the room with Bradley. She came up out of breath and kissed Austin. She looked at you with wide eyes. You grabbed her and hugged her. You smiled.

“He’s looking for you, Nat.” You started to tear up.

She was lost for words. All she did was take a deep breath and nod her head. Austin placed his hand on her back and brought her into the room. You followed behind. When she walked in everyone turned to see her. Bradley noticed and looked over in her direction.

He smiled big at her, “Hey, Trace. My girl.”

Her lip started to quiver, her head dropped down and Austin comforted her. “He’s been waiting for you, darlin. Go see him. He’s okay.” Austin placed a kiss on her temple. She looked back up at Bradley and wiped her tears.

Bradley waved his hand and caught everyone’s attention. “You all think we can have some 1 on 1 time? Trace and I?” He looked at everyone as they nodded. They all came and placed kisses on Bradley’s head before exiting the room. You went to go and give Bradley a kiss.

“I’ll be out in the hall, babe. I love you.” You smiled and kissed him again. You walked by Austin and patted his arm. He nodded at you.

Austin placed a kiss on Phoenix’s head, “We’ll be in the hall, darlin.” He smiled and brushed Phoenix’s hair from her face. You and Austin exited into the hallway to give them privacy.

Bradley’s POV

When the door closed behind y/n and Austin, I waved over Phoenix. “Come and sit with me, Trace. I’ve been waiting for you all day.” It was hard to talk. My chest felt heavy, but she needed to know I was okay.

She walked over with her arms crossed, tears slowly falling from her cheeks. She sat in the chair next to my bed. “Bradshaw.” She hissed out with a slow devious smile. I reached my good arm out. I held my hand out for hers. She looked at my hand as it shook slightly, waiting for hers. She placed her hand in it and I pulled her to me. She shook her head, “Bradshaw, stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head, “You aren’t going to hurt me, Nix.” I started to cough.

She sighed and looked at me with hurt in her eyes, “How are you so sure about that.” She furrowed her brows and her face covered in concerned guilt.

I pulled her to sit on the edge of the bed by me, “Stop that.”

“Stop, what?”

I sighed and the wheezing started up again, “Blaming yourself. This isn’t your fault, Phoenix.”

She shook her head and looked at her hand in mine, “I promised I would keep you safe and look where you’re at, Rooster.” She scanned my body and closed her eyes tight, “If I was just quicker…”

“That’s enough.” My voice was stern and louder than a whisper. I forced it out of me. I was out of breath. I took a deep breath in and wheezed loudly.

Her head shot up and she looked at me. “Bradley…” I shook my head and regained myself.

“Rooster, I made a promise to your wife, your daughter, your boys… I promised I’d keep you safe. Instead, look where I placed you.”

I shook my head at her and took a deep breath. Another wheeze and pain, “You kept your promise. You got me home. Yea I’m beat up, but the truth of the matter is you got me home. That’s all they could ever ask of you.” I gulped. My mouth was drier than a dessert. She noticed and got up to pour me a cup of water. She helped me drink it. I nodded and she placed the cup on the table by us. “Stop blaming yourself, Phoenix. That was a decision that I made on my own. I knew the risk, I was doing my job.”

She closed her eyes tight. I placed my hand on hers. “Natasha, please.” She opened her eyes and looked at me, she was hurting. I knew she’d been beating herself since it happened. “Please, don’t blame yourself. I know it’s easier said than done, but you did everything you could. That’s all I could have ever asked of you.” I smiled at her, “I’m here, Nix. I’m not going anywhere.” I placed my hand on her cheek.

Her tears streamed into my palm. She leaned into my hand, “You better fucking not go anywhere, you asshole.” She started to cry as she leaned into me. I held her close and chuckled.

“I won’t, I promise. I could never leave my wingman. Like she never left me.” I smiled against her hair.

I heard her chuckle and she held onto me tighter. “I’m so sorry, Rooster.”

“Don’t be. I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you taking everyone down in sight so they could come save me. So thank you, Trace. Thank you for saving my life.”

She let go of me and looked at me with her tearful eyes, “I love you, Bradshaw.”

I nodded, “I know.” She frowned and narrowed her eyes at me. I started to laugh, “I love you too, Nat.”

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After some time, you and Leia came into the room with Mav. Phoenix and Austin left to go and grab some food with Phantom and his family. Leia came into the room and sat next to me on my bed. She looked my whole body over. I patted her leg, “Hey, sweetheart.”

She looked at me with a sadden look, “Daddy…”

“Yes baby?” I grabbed her hand and rubbed my thumb over it.

“Daddy, can you please be more careful?” She looked down at our hands together. “I thought I lost you again.”

You and Mav looked over at Leia as she sniffled. Mav looked at you with furrowed brows and a sad expression. I looked over at the both of you, sadness plastered in your emotions. I looked back at Leia. “Baby.” She looked up at me.

“I will be more careful, sweetheart.” I nodded to Leia.

She pushed her lips together, “Do you promise?” I kept nodding, “Daddy, I’ve been trying really hard to be strong for mommy.” She started to cry. “But it was so hard. I hugged teddy over and over again, but it didn’t make me feel better. I wanted to hug you. I wanted to be with you.” She started to sob. My heart broke into a million pieces. I broke down crying.

“My Leia.” I pulled her to me. I didn’t care about the pain. I wanted to hold my little girl. I pulled her onto my chest and she laid on top of me. I rubbed and kissed her head over and over again. “I’m not going anywhere, my girl. Daddy’s here, sweetheart. I am so sorry I put you through that.” I started to cry as I held her against me. “I’m here, baby. Please don’t cry anymore. I’m here, my girl.”

She held onto me tight. “I missed your hugs and kisses so much, daddy.” She started to shake in my arms. My girl was being strong for so long. My heart hurt for her. I needed her to feel safe and secure. I held her in my embrace so she could fall apart like she needed to. I wanted her to know I was here, that I was always going to be here to build her up. I was her structure.

“I missed you so much, my Leia Rey.” She looked up at me. I kissed her nose, lips, cheeks, and forehead. “I love you, Leia, Forever.”

She wiped her tears, “I love you, daddy.” She laid back against me. I looked over at you and Mav. Mav was hugging you and rubbing your back as you cried into his chest. He had his eyes closed and his head laying on top of yours. He had tears rolling from his eyes falling into your hair. He was comforting you and letting you know it was okay.

Your POV

Mav took Leia out of the room down to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. It was just you and Bradley in the room again. You sat by his bed side and held his hand in yours. You tapped your finger against the back of his hand. He was watching your finger tap against his hand. He chuckled and looked up at you. “I’m sorry for the stress I’m sure I put you through, baby.”

You shook your head and looked up at him through your lashes, “Bradley, don’t.” You brought your head down and kissed his hand. “Don’t apologize. Even if you were awake and conscious, I would worry. You are my husband and I always want to make sure you’re okay.”

He sighed and laid his head back, looking up at the ceiling. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Why are you apologizing, Bradley.” You cocked you head to the side as you looked at him. “Bradley. You have nothing to apologize for. I know this is a part of your job. I know what comes with all of this. I’m not going to be mad at you or upset with you for something that you couldn’t control.”

“I could have controlled it.”

You stopped him, “Bradley. You can think through a scenario over and over again. Play it a million times in your head, but there will always be something else that happens that changes it. You can only do so much, baby. I know you were doing what you trusted. You were protecting your pilots.” You leaned forward and placed your hand on his cheek, “I am just glad you are here, baby. I am more than grateful to have you still here with us.”

He leaned into your hand and gave your palm a kiss. “I promise to be more careful, sweetheart.”

You smiled and rubbed his cheek, “All I can ask of you is that you try your best, always. Don’t think…”

He chuckled, “Just do. I know, baby.”

“I need you, Bradley. Your kids need you. I can’t do this without you, babe.” You placed your free hand on your belly and gave it a rub.

Bradley looked at your hand on your belly. You stood up and placed his hand on your stomach. He gave it a little rub. The boys started to kick against his hand. He smiled, “Daddy’s here, boys. I’m not going anywhere.” He looked up at you and nodded. “You will never be alone, honey. You won’t have to do anything alone. I am here.” You leaned down to him and kissed his lips softly. “I love you, sweetheart, forever.

“I love you Bradley, always.”

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Another week went by, Bradley was almost ready to go home. The doctors told you every day that he was progressing and healing fairly well. He was reaching all the milestones quickly and was going to be able to go home soon. Bradley laid in his bed with Leia, eating and sharing PB&Js. They were giggling as Bradley kept taking bites of Leia’s uncrustable.

You went back into the hall with the doctor as they explained things you would need to do at home with Bradley. He started to give you lists of medications he would need and what times he would need to take them. You felt a rub on your back. You looked at Mav confused and he raised his brows to you. You turned around and were met with Hangman in his whites. He was smiling and holding his hat against his hip.

“Oh my gosh! Jake!” You jumped and turned to hug him. You looked at the doctor, “I am so sorry!”

They chuckled and waved you off, “No worries, we have plenty of time to discuss the agenda for when Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw goes home.”

Hangman looked at you with wide eyes, “Wait? Home? He’s awake?!”

Mav looked at you with furrow brows. “Lieutenant Commander Bradshaw?”

You looked at both of them laughing and nodding your head. Hangman kissed your cheek and ran into the room. Mav stood there shocked and blinking. You giggled and rubbed Mav’s back. “Your boy promoted a month ago. Did I forget to mention that?”

He chuckled and looked at you with a big smile plastered across his face. “I think you may have forgotten that, sweetheart. ALONG, with being pregnant.” He wrapped his arm over your shoulder and went back to the Doctor’s station with you.

Bradley’s POV

I was cuddling with Leia on my bed. We were sharing PB&Js while you and Mav were talking to the doctor.

“Daddy, stop eating my PB&J! You have your own!” She giggled and put her hand over my mouth.

I kissed her hand and gave it a little bite. “But I am so hungry! Your sandwich looks so good!” I tried to go and bite it again.

She started to squeal and scream. She held her sandwich above her head and tried to push my mouth away as I was lunging for her PB&J. “Please just one bite!” I kept trying to eat hers.

“NOOOOO!” She was squealing and laughing as I started to place kisses all over her cheek.

Then we heard running into my room. The curtain ripped open. Hangman was standing there with his eyes wide. He looked at me in shock. He was silent and I smiled at him.

“UNCLE JAKEY! YOU’RE HOME!” Leia jumped off the bed and ran into his arms. He kissed her face over and over again.

“My Vapor girl! How are you, honey?”

She kissed Hangman on the cheek and poked at his uniform. “I’m VERY good.” She smiled at him and he chuckled.

He let Leia down and he looked at me, slight smirk on his face, mouth slightly agape. He shook his head. “Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” He smiled big and chuckled as he came around the bedside.

I laid back and rolled my eyes. I looked at him and smiled back. I pushed my tongue into my cheek as my mouth hung slightly open. I looked at him with squinted eyes. “Hangman… You look… Good.” I started to chuckle.

He nodded and raised his brows at me, “Oh I am very good, Rooster.”

I shook my head and looked away from him as I bit my sandwich and laughed. He started to laugh with me. He came over and gave me a hug. He held my head to his chest. “It’s great to see you up, man.”

I patted his back, “I’m glad to finally see you. I’ve been sitting here for nearly a week and a half waiting for your ass to get back.” I chuckled.

“Oh, I missed you too, baby.” Hangman winked at me and chuckled. He sat in the chair next to me. Leia jumped in his lap and he kissed her cheek. “And I most definitely missed you the most, little lady.” Leia laid on his shoulder as he rubbed her back. He leaned forward while holding on to Leia and grabbed my hand. “God, how’s my wingman? You’re looking really good, buddy.”

I looked at myself and shrugged, “Do I actually, though?” I shook my head and looked down.

He patted my hand and sat back in the chair. “Hey.” I looked up at him and he smiled. “You look really good, Rooster. So fucking handsome. You’re making me blush.” He started to laugh.

“Shut up, Seresin.” I sighed and looked back over at him. “How was work? How was it out there this week?”

He shook his head, “Don’t worry about work. You just focus on getting better and stronger.” He smiled and nodded his head to me.

I sighed and nodded. “All right. Everything was okay though?” I raised a brow at him.

He smirked slightly. “Everything was fine, Rooster.”

I licked my lips and then bit them. I felt like something was off. “How are you doing?”

“Honestly, a lot better now that I’m here and get to see you’re doing so much better.” He pushed his lips into a line and looked at me. “Seriously. I was having a rough time out there. Just wondering if you were all right. If the girls were okay.” He rubbed Leia’s back and placed a kiss on her temple.

“Don’t go soft on me now, Seresin.” I huffed out a chuckle.

“Me? Soft for you?” He shook his head, “Never.” He winked at me and we laughed.

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Your POV

You and Mav went down to the cafeteria after talking with the doctors. “So, he is really an O-4?” Mav looked at you with squinted eyes as he ate his snack.

You smiled and shook your head. “No? He’s not?” His eyes went wide.

“No. No. He is. He promoted.” You sipped your water and started to laugh.

Mav shook his head at you, “You guys didn’t say anything. I’m so happy for him.”

You nodded your head to the side and played with your chip bag, “Well.” You placed a chip into your mouth, “I didn’t even know he was trying to promote until 2 days before his promotion ceremony.” You chuckled. “He literally told us after Leia’s graduation party. There was no time to tell anyone.” You swallowed your chip. “We had a celebration for Leia and then turned around and had his promotion stuff. Then literally the next day he was gone on the boat again. A day later…” You looked down at your bag of chips and gulped. “We were here. Waiting for him to get out of surgery and waiting for an update.” You pushed your hair back from your forehead.

Mav grabbed your hand and massaged it in his hands. “Hey, It’s going to be okay. He’s here now.” You looked up and he smiled at you. You nodded your head and smiled. “I’m glad he decided to promote. He’s getting to do what Goose always wanted.” Mav smiled thinking about him. “He’d be so proud of him and how far he’s come with his career so early.”

Mav chewed on his lower lip, “I can’t wait for him to progress in the Navy. He thinks he likes where he is now. He’s going to love it when he proceeds.” He smiled at you.

“Follow your foot steps, Mav?” You raised your brows.

He shook his head and laughed, “Oh, no, sweetheart. He is more level headed and smarter than I am. He’s going to do great things. He’s just like Carole and Goose.” He sat there for a minute remembering Bradley’s parents. “More Carole.” You both started to laugh.

He squeezed your hand tight, “Get ready, sweetheart. He’s going to be going home in the next couple of days. Are you excited?”

You nodded, “More than anything. I can’t wait for him to be home.”

You and Mav made your way back up to the room. Hangman was on his way out. He was holding a napping Leia. He gave you a kiss on the cheek and fist-bumped Mav. “I’ll be on my way out. Give Rooster some time to relax and get this little one back home. She fell asleep.” He turned to show you Leia fast asleep on his shoulder.

“Should we all expect you home later on tonight?” Hangman raised his brows.

You rubbed Leia’s back and nodded. “We will be home later on tonight. Phantom’s gonna take night duty with Bradley.”

Hangman flashed you a wink. “I’ll see you both later on tonight. Call me if you both need anything.” He gave both of you a hug and left.

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You and Mav went back into the room with Bradley. He was laying back with his eyes closed rubbing his bad shoulder.

“Hey, baby.”

His head shot up and he looked at you. “Hey, sweetheart.” He smiled softly to you and Mav. He readjusted in his bed. “How much longer am I trapped in this bed?” He chuckled.

Mav came over and rubbed his arm. “Not much longer, kid. You’re gonna get to go home in a couple of days. They’re gonna start tests on you to see if you’ll be good to go and be at home without their surveillance.”

Bradley furrowed his brows, “What will they make me do?”

“You’re gonna have to try and get up to walk, baby. Try to shower tomorrow with super vision. They’re going to have you do some light therapy.”

He nodded, “I’m nervous. I haven’t been up and around in a month.” He looked down at his body. “What if I can’t do it?”

You came to his bed side and scratched his head, “I know you’ll be able to, baby. I believe in you.” You smiled at him reassuringly. “And you’ll have all of us here to help you. You don’t have to do it completely on your own.” You kissed his temple, “Remember baby? It’s you and I, forever.” You looked at him and smiled.

He placed his hand on your cheek and repeated after you, “You and I, forever. Thank you for believing in me, honey.” He smirked at you. You could still see his discouragement. The evaluations terrified him, but you knew he could do it. He was so strong and had so much willpower. You knew he could do anything as long as he set his heart on it.

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Over the next couple of days, Bradley was put to the test. The first day’s goal was to get him up from the bed and try to walk around for a while. Hangman and Austin came with you to the hospital while Mav and Phoenix stayed home with Leia.

“All right, big boy. Let’s get you up and out of this bed!” Hangman clapped his hands together and rubbed them as he made his way over to Bradley.

“You gonna carry me, baby?” Bradley laughed as the nurse started to raise his bed to put Bradley into a sitting position.

Austin helped bring Bradley’s legs over to the edge of the bed. “Whenever you’re ready, let us know.” He smiled up at Bradley and patted his legs.

Bradley took a deep breath and started to scoot from the bed so his feet could touch the floor. When his feet hit the floor he gulped. “Shit.” He looked up at Hangman and Austin. “That’s fucking weird.” They all started to laugh. Bradley nodded, “All right, let’s do this boys.” He held his hand out to them.

Hangman slung Bradley’s arm over and around his shoulder. Austin wrapped an arm around Bradley’s waist and held his other hand against his chest to help stabilize him. “All right, on three. One, two, three!”

Bradley grunted as he got up. The guys were holding him. You placed your hand over your mouth and started to tear up. “Oh Bradley…”

He smiled at you. The guys let him go for a second. He was a little wobbly on his legs, he was having some pain from where his stitches once were in his thigh. “Come and give me a proper hug, baby.” He stuck his arm out for you to come and hug him.

You buried your face into his chest gently and wrapped your arms around him. He wrapped his arm around you. He took a deep breath as he felt you against him, “God this feels so good.” He chuckled and kissed your head. You pulled back and he wiped the tears from your eyes. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m okay.” He kissed your forehead.

The nurse tried to give him a cane to help him stable himself. He waved them off. “I want to try. Please.” They nodded and let him try. Hangman stood behind him and Austin in front.

“Easy does it, Rooster.” Hangman had his arms out for him.

“You got this, buddy.” Austin held his arms out for Bradley. “Come to Austin.” Austin made grabby hands at Bradley and smiled.

Bradley shook his head and laughed.

Bradley took a deep breath and took a step. He winced at the unfamiliar feelings in his body. He started to feel all the pain settle in. “Holy shit. This sucks.” He chuckled as he walked another step. “Damn this is a lot harder than I thought it would be.” He took deep breaths as he walked a couple of more steps. “I’m never gonna take walking for granted.” He walked all the way to the door. “Okay. Hold me, boys. I am exhausted.”

And with that Austin and Hangman were sandwiching Bradley in-between their bodies. Bradley started to laugh and he looked over at you. “Oh shit, sweetheart. Watch out. Hot guy sandwich.” He looked at Austin and Hangman as he continued to laugh.

Austin dropped his head and looked away as he started to laugh while he supported Bradley. Hangman laid his forehead on the back of Bradley’s neck and started to chuckle. “Shut up, Bradshaw.”

Bradley took a deep breath and straightened himself out, “All right. Let’s give this another go. I’m ready.” He looked at you and winked.

“Bradley take your time. That's enough for now.” You smiled at him.

He shook his head, “Don’t think. Just do.”

Bradley walked around for at least 20 minutes taking breaks provided by Austin and Hangman. You were so proud of him and how hard he was trying. He was really pushing himself. He didn’t want to quit. Austin and Hangman helped him lean back against a wall. You came over to him and laid on his chest. “You’re doing so well, baby. I am so proud of you.” You rubbed his side and placed a kiss to his chest.

He looked down at you and wrapped his arm around you. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He placed a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much, baby, forever. Thank you for being here with me.”

You looked up at Bradley and kissed the scar on his neck. “Baby, you don’t have to thank me for anything. I love you so much, Bradley, Always. It’s you and I forever. Remember?”

Bradley brought your gaze to his, “Sweetheart, you should be home. Resting and off your feet. You are so pregnant with our boys right now and you are here everyday almost all day taking care of me. I can’t thank you enough.” He held you close to him.

You wrapped your arms around his waist and laid into his good shoulder. “Bradley, being here with you is so important. I don’t mind being on my feet for you. You are just as important, baby. You are everything to me, Brad.”

He looked back down at you and furrowed his brows, “I don’t deserve you, sweetheart. You are so good to me.” He kissed your temple.

You giggled and scratched at his stomach. “Bradley, you’ve done so much for Leia and me. You deserve the world and more, babe.”

Bradley placed his lips to your head, “You and me always, baby. You and me always.” He hugged you tightly as he rubbed your back.

“I love you, y/n, forever.”

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This one was so full of so many emotions all at once! Bradley and Phoenix finally talked, Hangman finally got to see Bradley awake, our baby girl pleaded for her daddy to be safer, AND Bradley tried to make progress and walk? OML besties. I am so sorry for all that has been thrown in here. Thank you all for reading and being here! I'll see you all in the next chapter! 🫶🏼

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r-2-peepoo · 1 year

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The disaster family at Disneyland:

Obi Wan: organises an absolutely immaculate itinerary planning the day from start to finish down to the last second. He has meticulously calculated and timed every single ride people want to go on in order to anticipate when the lines will be the shortest, and has accommodated every single one of the parks everyone wants to visit.

Anakin: immediately runs off as soon as they get in, destroying all of Obi Wan’s plans.

Ahsoka: follows him but feels bad about it later and comes back to find Obi Wan. She forces him to wear matching Minnie Mouse ears with her which doesn’t actually take much convincing. They both look adorable in them.

Rex: looks apologetic about the desertion and will claim he wants to go off to find them and bring them back but will get distracted and inevitably dragged onto rides by Anakin. He doesn’t like rollercoasters (cue flashbacks of every time Anakin has crashed a ship or used the force to throw him) but it’s too late because he’s already in line and Anakin is very persuasive.

Cody: helped Obi Wan plan everything and can see how stressed he is so he goes to find them all and actually brings them back. Ahsoka comes back on her own though because she knows Anakin is a bad influence. Cody also particularly enjoys the parades and is trying to come up with a good excuse to hold Obi Wan’s hand throughout the day. He’ll claim it’s so they don’t get separated but no one believes that, not even him, but they’re all too scared to challenge him on it.

Padmé: An absolute adrenaline junkie. If the ride moves slowly, she’s not interested. She was fine with It’s A Small World the first thirteen times Luke made her go on it because she will gladly make sacrifices for her children but it’s getting to be too much. She longs for the rides that move so fast it feels like her head might be detached from her body. That’s what she came here for.

Luke: Wants to meet all the Princesses and is adorable doing it too. He’s scared of Mickey Mouse though and I do not blame him. That mouse is evil. He can feel it in the force.

Leia: Stays by Obi Wan’s side the entire day. She knows she’s too small for a lot of the rides, but she respects how organised he is. Refuses to let go of his hand. When she gets tired, she rides on Cody’s shoulders. She’s also able to convince absolutely anyone to buy her anything she wants from the gift shops. It doesn’t matter how expensive the thing is. She gets her persuasive abilities from her father (and Obi Wan has also been teaching her to negotiate a little too) who as it turns out is actually the weakest when it comes to saying no to her. Anakin is the biggest girl-dad and that is canon.

Fives: Points out at one point they’re in one of the parks that seems to sell merchandise with them on it. There are droids literally everywhere as well as people in very familiar costumes but no one notices. No one can see past the fourth wall except him. Once more, Fives knows the truth and is ignored. He gives up and gets a picture taken with the Darth Vader they have in the park and texts it directly to Anakin and says “look familiar?”. The reply he gets is just “is that Black Panther?” Fives sighs. Anakin has the wrong franchise and he doesn’t even know, he thinks to himself. Fives has achieved full enlightenment and self-awareness. The idea that he is a fictional character should scare him, but it doesn’t. It’s actually way less pressure because then his terrible life choices aren’t actually on him. He didn’t write them. He claims no responsibility.

Echo: kidnapped by Mickey Mouse. Luke’s instincts were correct. The mouse cannot be trusted. Echo will not be recovered until season 7 where they come back with The Bad Batch. For now he will remain lost in Magic Kingdom until he is either rescued or becomes part of the park.

#disaster family #disaster lineage #star wars #star wars prequels #clone wars #captain rex #commander cody #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #padme amidala #luke skywalker #leia organa #Codywan #arc trooper echo #arc trooper fives #domino twins

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insufferableprotagonistpoll · 17 days

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Propaganda why Anakin Skywalker is insufferable:

It's less about his character and more about the way ppl talk about him and narrative around him in a lot of current stuff. The way everyone try to bend over backwards to prove how his reasons to turn Darth Vader were somehow noble or good when almost every single bad guy in Star Wars (expect Palpatine and that guy who taught him) have much more sympathetic history and reasons and how he's not a bad person bc he cried a few times while doing atrocities. And how everyone else gets the blame for all his shortcomings ('they did it but never taught him!!!' -he literally parrotos this same lessons to his own student, it's obvious he knows better but chooses to not apply to himself anything that is slightly uncomfortable to him). Like, I love characters being genuinely not good people as much as a next guy but let's not pretend they're good people actually

the guy has zero critical thinking skills, he whines about everything all the time. I love him, but he’s awful to listen to. THIS BITCH. I HATE HIM. NO CRITICAL THINKING. NO SELF AWARENESS. WHINY MURDEROUS ASSHOLE. LIKE SERIOUSLY. He's a JEDI. LIKE. THEY HAVE HISTORY CLASSES!!!! He should have KNOWNNNNNN that when he had prophetic dreams they're not necessarily true!!!!! Also like. In the Star Wars universe, do Jedi just not have imaginations that can create NORMAL dreams when they sleep??? Do Jedi just not usually dream??? If he hadn't gotten paranoid from the dreams of Padme dying in childbirth

BILLIONS OF LIVES WOULD HAVE BEEN SAVED. FOR THAT MATTER, if you're gonna have A SUPER ILLEGAL SUPER SECRET MARRIAGE, wouldn't you, I don't know, USE PROTECTION SO THAT YOUR WIFE WHO IS SECRETLY AND ILLEGALLY MARRIED DOESN'T GET PREGANANANT????? LIKE LOOK I LOVE LUKE AND LEIA MORE THAN LIFE ITSELF BUT THEIR PARENTS WERE SO FUCKING STUPID. ANAKIN SKYWALKER HATES CONDOMS BECAUSE THEY DONT FEEL AS GOOD I DON'T FUCKING KNOW. Man is an IDIOT. How can you have had a role model and father figure like Obi-Wan for most of your fucking life and grow up to do the shitty, STUPID things Anakin did. Ok this is way too long I'm sorry but I love Obi-Wan so much and Anakin ruined his fucking life and hes just such a little DICK. MURDERED A WHOLE VILLAGE OF SAND PEOPLE. AND DOZENS IF NOT HUNDREDS OF CHILDRENNNNNNNN. ANGSTY WHINY TEENAGER. FUCK HIMMMMMMM

Yes he was probably directed to act that way but the way his lines were written did not help

Propaganda why Tim Jackson Drake is insufferable:

oh man. i've had enough of this duckboy (as the protag, he's tolerable in yj and stuff.) like when tim is the protag every character in the story becomes Worse. lady shiva gets nerfed. steph is turned into jealous hormonal catfight girl. helena is dumbified and too womanly to function (they have a nice dynamic as long as tim isn't the protag). cassie and tim were great in yj98, but as soon as he is The Protag then she is his best friend's girlfriend and they're barely friends anymore. cass is turned into a rapist. dick is turned into a lazy mediocre robin. jason turns into fucky wucky dumb brute yaoi stalker boyfriend who is suddenly obsessed with tim's awesome skills. 10 y.o. damian somehow deserves to be put on a hitlist because he's a savage and tim is civilized. Sometimes the story is bogged own with tim's internal or external lectures about their flaws and how they need to be better (better like him), except for dick HMMMM wonder why that is. probbly wouldn't be so bothered if tim wasn't crammed into the spotlight of every crossover in the 90s and early 00s and then so much of dc and the fandom wave it around as the peak era of comicbooks. like im sorry. he is not a relatable protag. like the editors literally told newspapers that he was created for gen x white dudes who blow their money on comics and merch, the info is on wikipedia.

White twink rich boy who always has to be smartest bestest boy even when he is a part of a whole group of smartest bestest ppl (aka bat family as a whole, like he's literally THE Mary sue of a group of Mary sues) at expense of literally everyone else

His definitive writer is a conservative Republican. His series is full of moral PSAs, *dumb* *hormonal* girls getting into catfights over him, and blatant sexism and racism. He gives anti-marijuana speeches to a standing ovation, he lectures about how babies need a father and a mother, and sex is for marriage. Other characters suddenly become stupid around him so that he looks smart. The other characters talk about how he is the best, nicest, smartest Robin ever and ALL the others were dumber and meaner than he is, even the one that mentored him. He as a grown adult man is canonically still bitter about ""his"" child sidekick role being given to an actual child (fans pretend he is the victim of this on both sides—nope he's the adult fighting a child for the child sidekick role, no adult wanted to replace him). Did I mention that this character is the amazing pure white boy, and his 10-year-old successor is painted as a savage Arab terrorist who needs to be put in his place? T*m is a 5'9""+ adult grown man, not a delicate sensitive baby boy.

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sheepfulsheepyardinspace · 2 years

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i think discussion of the prequel trilogy is really hampered when you consider the pt a stand-alone piece. it’s not! it’s only half the story. anakin skywalker’s story doesn’t end on mustafar; neither does obi-wan’s, and padmé’s influence lives far beyond on her death. the original trilogy is fait accompli. the main characters' story arcs in the pt work so because it was directly reverse engineered from the ot.

most, if not all, of the questions the ot brings up both mechanical as well as thematic (what happened to the jedi order? what about the twins' mom? what was the galaxy like before the empire? what caused anakin's fall?) are answered in the pt. equally, all of what appear to be loose threads at the end of the pt (what is the future of the jedi order, who is the best of the jedi? luke. what is the cure to the dark side? love, connection, it's how luke saves anakin. will the galaxy ever get better? yes, luke and leia are leaving the galaxy better than their parents left it) are answered in the ot.

you can't divorce the prequel trilogy from the fact that it is a tragedy. nothing about rotj would be triumphant if there was nothing for luke to redeem anakin from or anything left to fix. it's also, by definition, a prequel, so the characters are never going to entirely succeed, and that's their tragedy and dramatically ironic end. padmé never gets to reform the republic (she's murdered by the republic's killer); obi-wan doesn't get to see anakin defeat the sith (anakin destroys the order and joins the sith); and anakin never gets to free the slaves (instead he becomes one, again). who's at fault, here, for the state of the galaxy at the end of rots? everyone and no one. there's more blame to be assigned to some than others (palpatine, for one; anakin, who's doing the murdering) but these characters are not real people actually on trial at the hague. all the pt characters all have to have made irreversible mistakes in someway, by demand of fate and plot, wherein every single character's decision––especially those made with the best intentions––will doom them in some horrific, completely unforeseeable manner.

and all of this would be an understandable end to a tragedy. but the last scenes of rots, like fortinbras arriving to find horatio, do provide hope and luke and leia's existence begin to transition the story to the classical hero's journey. the two trilogies are fundamentally intertwined, spiritual sisters and spiritual antitheses, and it's only the original trilogy that can provide answers and solutions to the pt's problems. parts of obi-wan, padmé, and anakin's characters fundamentally could not be resolved without the characters of the ot. and there's real beauty to it! the relief, the comfort, the hope you feel when binary sunset plays at the end of rots is what makes the ot's triumph so much more emotional in light of the pt's dark tragedy.

#sw #sw meta #star wars #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #my stuff #darth anakin #swpt #swot #jedi order #empire #republic #i mean you could also resolve this with a determined fanfic writer #but im speaking here about writing analysis/meta on sw as opposed to sw fanfic #tldr: i LOVE star wars #obi-wan kenobi #padme amidala

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Luke's inner conflict surrounding attachment and the Jedi code from my Dinluke fic

“Love and compassion are the Jedi way.” “But not family.” Luke is again stabbed by that brief, painful conversation. Sometimes moments of it will play out in his head and it’s as if he’s there again, except in his mind he stays and doesn’t leave, and he has an answer for Din when he says that the Jedi way is incompatible with the Mandalorian values of family. “Luke. It's normal to be afraid for the people you care about, but that doesn't make it okay to push human connection away. Yes, it might be hard to figure this out as a Jedi, but what you're doing right now is avoiding your fear, which isn't going to make you any less afraid or the reality that bad things do happen any less painful.” Leia has always been wiser than him. “I believe the Jedi lost their way. Instead of dealing with how we felt in a healthy way, we were encouraged to push our fear and anger away, and many of us, Anakin included, bottled it up. He was… scared of something, and nobody helped him, or reassured him, because it was about your mother and he’d broken the Jedi code to be with her.” Ahsoka became completely disenchanted with the Jedi. And Luke doesn’t blame her — not after what she went through. It’s no wonder she struggles to associate herself with the name. In her view, the Jedi failed his father, she failed his father — even though there was nothing anyone could have done to prevent him from turning to the dark side. He… he would never have made the choice his father did. If it came down to it, if it was Din in his mother’s place — “I can’t choose you, I can never choose you. Can you really tell me you understand that?” Din brought a hand up to his helmet. “I don’t know.” What did Din mean then? He didn’t know if he could understand putting someone above everyone and everything, including what you believe in? “Had she said the word, I would have left the Jedi Order to be by her side.” And even Ben. Why would he have had to leave the Order? The point is — It all comes back to — Leia. “…what you're doing right now is avoiding your fear, which isn't going to make you any less afraid or the reality that bad things do happen any less painful.” He wants to make Din understand, maybe by pushing him down and kissing him, because why the Force shouldn’t he love someone like that? Yes, it’s terrifying, but he’d sure rather love Din and have that than end up like Ben (sorry, Ben) who for some reason had the idea that loving someone equalled selfishness and destroyed your ability to put anything or anyone above the person you love and therefore was the antithesis of the Jedi code. “Attachments lead to pain, pain leads to suffering. The path to the dark side, it is.” But Yoda didn’t mention that pain is caused by fear of loss. Fear of loss is a result of one’s inability to accept that loss is part of life. Attachment does not mean love. Attachment means… a desire for control over things in life that cannot be controlled. Being tied to them. And as much as Luke loves Din he would never want to be tied to him in that way. As a Jedi, Luke must love with acceptance that everything he loves he may one day lose. Otherwise, he risks following in the footsteps of his father. Can he do it?

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Context for the story: Luke is trying to rebuild the Jedi Order, falls in love with Din (who decides to embrace being the Mand'alor after being inspired by Luke), has a terrifying vision that his attachment to Din will lead to pain, and pretty much runs away to Leia on Coruscant where he tries to figure the whole thing out.

Ahsoka has gone anti-Jedi because she had a traumatic experience and still blames herself and everyone for what happened to Anakin. This is a character flaw she may or may not overcome in this story.

When Din says "but not family" implying that he believes family goes against the Jedi code, he is in the wrong and later feels immensely guilty because 1) it's mean (he was upset) and 2) his idea of family is mightily messed up, having been raised by a cult. The extremity of the guilt he feels is, though, irrational, because he has a lot of issues and he was having a panic attack in the scene where he reflects on what he said which messes up your judgement (source: personal experience).

I will revise this section because I don't think it represents Obi-Wan's feelings for Satine (I'll need to think about this more):

he’d sure rather love Din and have that than end up like Ben (sorry, Ben) who for some reason had the idea that loving someone equalled selfishness and destroyed your ability to put anything or anyone above the person you love and therefore was the antithesis of the Jedi code.

Luke fully recognises here that Anakin's own choices led him to becoming Vader. (Something Ahsoka still struggles to accept.) If this is not something you agree with please DNI with this post or with me, because I will not change my opinion.

Save for that, I would absolutely appreciate any comments or insight (I may not take them into account, but I'd be interested to hear them anyway because I want to offer as rich an insight as I can into this issue and discussion is super great for that). Also I think I might have clarity issues in this passage so if anything is unclear feel free to let me know (kindly - I am human).

Also important: I am NOT writing a Luke who 'gives up' being a Jedi because omg Din Djarin! They are both incredibly interesting characters in their own right with their own beliefs that are integral to who they are and I intend to do them as much justice as I can.

If you read the story (which I will link below) please be aware that it is a first draft and therefore I don't feel that it perfectly expresses all of the messages I want to get across. Still, huge thanks if you give it a try!

#fanficion #star wars #dinluke #din djarin x luke skywalker #ao3 fanfic #dinlukefanfic #pro jedi #anti anakin skywalker #ahsoka critical #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker #luke skywalker analysis #din djarin #mandalore #the mandalorian #the mandalorian season 3 critical

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beaniebeensbaby201 · 1 year

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can I get a jay kelso x fem reader? Where leia comes back for the summer, but jay and reader is in a secret relationship and everyone basically celebrates that leia is back, then reader gets drunk and starts to act wayy too flirty with jay, like calling him hot, sitting in his lap, and playing with his hair then she tries to kiss him in front of them all. he blames it on her being drunk and reader ends up talking abt things they do in secret which gives away that they’re together.

Srry If that’s confusing, but u can decide how everyone reacts (especially leia)

Yessss this is interesting, dw boo it's not confusing

Formans basement Jun 5th 1995

Everyone was having fun, with the return of their dear friend Leia Forman.

I had about five beers so far as I was beginning to feel tipsy. I was leaning on Jay as I was giggling. My fingers were in his hair as he tried to pull me off him.

I frowned as I grabbed onto his toned arms. I look over and see Leia staring at us and I could see his brows furrow in annoyance.

Jay pushes me away from him as I followed him to the couch. He sat at the end, as I plopped myself close to him. My butt was seated on the leg of the couch with my legs over his lap. My hands continued to play with his hair as my boobs were basically in his face.

I leaned down, trying to kiss Jay, but he pushed my face the other way. I bit my lip as I was hurt. But I knew he didn't want anyone to know we're together, but he never asked me how I felt.

I saw the look of jealousy on Leia, which caused me to smirk. I knew he didn't show much affection because Leia was in the picture again. This was the perfect timing for me to be my petty self and show them that Jay Kelso was taken.

"You look really hot tonight." I kiss his hair as I twist my finger in his hair.

Jay didn't respond, giving me the cold shoulder.

"Are you two dating?" Grace was the first to speak.

"Yes." "No." We say at the same time.

Jay slaps my leg, while he gives me a warning look.

"Jay Kelso and I have been together the whole summer. He's just too embarrassed to admit that. Why do you think I'd always have hickeys every time we hang out? Or why our lips would be swollen all the time? We'd have sex almost every day. But Jay Kelso is embarrassed to see me in the public eye." Jay looked over to Leia who had tears in her eyes.

A look of disbelief was shown on everyone face, especially Ozzy.

"You two are together?" You could hear the hurt in Leia's voice as it cracked.

"No, She's lying. I'd never date a Hyde." He sneered.

I gasped, and my heart was in my throat as I tried to regain my posture.

I quickly got off of Jay and running out of the basement.

Was I really that bad? I mean, am I that embarrassing to be with someone?

I was seated on the car that was in the driveway. I had my face buried in my knees as I wrapped my arms tighter around me.

"Go away." I heard Jay sigh.

I felt the car move slightly I knew it was Jay as I scooted farther up the hood almost leaning against the window.

"I'm sorry. I just. I don't know why I acted that way." I huffed in response.

"Am I that embarrassing to be with? Is it because my father is Steve Hyde? A dead beat?" I sniffled.

"No, God no!" He crawled up to me, placing my head on his broad chest.

I sobbed again, burying my face deeper. I slapped his chest weakly a few times.

"Then why can't you admit that you love me! You only do it behind closed doors, yet you can't say around our friends!" I growled growing even more frustrated with the young Kelso.

Jay grabbed my hand, yanking me with him to the basement. My heart was in my throat. It felt like I was going to barf. My head was spinning, and my hands felt clammy as I knew where he was taking us.

I gulped as Jay slammed the door opened.

"Y/N Hyde and I are together. I'm sorry, Leia, I love her. I didn't want to hurt you, and you and y/n are great friends. And I didn't want you to feel like I was hiding you. I love you, Y/N Hyde." The gang cheered, as Leia was silent.

"So, Jay, how did you get a girl like my best friend?'" She teased, a smirk plastered on her lips.

I smiled, tilting my head back and wrapping my arms around her.

A/N: I'm sorry I hadn't been very active lately. I am currently writing a book, and I want to try to attempt to finish it soon. I want to be an author so hopefully this book will help me win my future 😂😂

#drunk reader x jay kelso #jay kelso imagines #jay kelso fanfiction #that 90s show x reader #tumblr fyp

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

Part 2 of ? « previous part

warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst with bits of comfort, not y/n, slight mentions of villian!reader, mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader. this takes place in the series and flashbacks during tcw. possible grammar mistakes (english is not my first language). w/c: 3.4k.

Summary: After Obi-Wan Kenobi successfully rescues Leia, he starts to question himself how could his hedonistic beloved possibly end up the way she did, the way he last saw her. Seeking for answers, he reaches for Bail Organa to find out why he —like all the people he loved before— couldn't save her.

"It's easy for you, isn't it?", Obi Wan didn't understand her question. "Play the good guy, doing your part", she explained herself.

It is known that every love tale starts with promises of everlasting affection, to the drowning sensation of being consumed by the image of your loved one. Theirs didn't start nor end like that.

"Maybe we're more similar than you'd like to hear" he twirled his blue lightsaber, his pose relaxing as their fight had stopped again, he never turned his weapon off, neither did she, they just let them rest for a minute.

Their love was unusual, as Obi- Wan recognized that he loved everything he hated about her, and she hated everything he believed in, yet never could hate him. The contradiction installed in themselves not to be blamed as in the eyes of the other they would never be judged.

"Oh, don’t act like you really know me," she chuckled mockingly, "and don't agree with me, fight with me".

She elevated her lightsaber again, striking him fast enough to not harm him, slow enough for him to see it coming. They kept attacking simultaneously, illuminating the little room they were fighting in, gracing each other like children playing tag your it.

She turned it off once they reached a darker part of the compound, becoming invisible to him as she tried to blind her Force signature from him, creeping in the shadows like a bounty hunter, she came out kicked him on his stomach, he turned off his lightsaber too as quickly as a blink, he didn't wish to hurt her.

But that thinking was offending her at that moment.

If Obi-Wan wanted a physical fight, she would give him a war. And she did, she did give him an endless war on his mind that he could never win.

He focused on feeling her, reaching her through the Force, a wrapping sensation fed him up with curiosity, a taste of storm, the smell of petrichor and the color gray, plain defenseless color, the color of cold, of smoke and pain.

She was about to punch him in the face with the back of her arm — an aggressive kiss on his cheek. He stopped it abruptly, being able to turn her into his body, his chest pressed with her back, caging her in an unwanted embrace, a long awaited unrequited display of affection.

"Hurt me back!", she demanded, with all her love and her pain and her rage, "Don't you love to be enemies with me?", she asked rather spitefully, trembling even, as her eyes watered a little.

Obi-Wan could feel it in her Force signature, all of her sadness, and pride, and brokenness and love, confused and disturbed, but still it was love. And as her nails clawed into his arms like a wounded animal, she didn't want to leave his pull on her.

He didn't have to say anything, not even when they were both ignoring the war outside to slip and cuddle on the floor for a minute or two, they were there, holding the other in their arms bruised and unable to heal on their own, feeling each other melt and combine through the Force, so close yet so far.

Obi-Wan had hope in her, he had hope for everyone in fact, but with her was different.

Because hope was an infectious disease that threatened him when he saw her golden eyes, like if her Force signature elevated her in that aura, he let himself be wrapped in it for seconds every encounter, just to sunbathe in her. To know what it felt like to be part of the foreign. When he wasn't paying attention, she could feel him too, mingled with his softer side, as if it cleared her mind. There was no violence, no sharpness, no resistance. Only him.

Obi-Wan didn't want to be her enemy, but he knew they could never be friends, they were the third secret thing, the thing in between loving and hating. Whatever it was, he didn't want to let go.

But he had to open his eyes, to welcome reality and wake up to another setting totally different to the one he was engaging with inside his mind. He had become an old man in a chair, delusional with his own past, trying to decode it like a cryptic message. Instead she guarded him hidden in the shadows, and he daydreamed about her in the passenger's seat.

Another mission accomplished. Another time to feel like the hero.

If he succeeded, why didn't he feel completely relieved? Holding Leia's hand he could reminisce a glimpse of his past, the numerous times he held little Anakin's with caution when he missed his mom in the coldness of the immense space, the almost identical gentle grip to not shatter her dreams the very way he shattered her past already. Because guilt wasn't completely washed away, their encounter was not even near to be over, it would linger within his soul till the twins became of age and learned the truth of their origins.

The same way her memoir would burn his soul for the next few years of his existence. His sweet viper, his hedonistic beloved, his tiny little hope.

Egotistically, she was the only thought his mind could fully develop without the shadow of Anakin's demise and the possession of Darth Vader. She was now entirely his problem, his last nightmare.

Obi-Wan Kenobi was the last register of your existence.

In their brief fight, Darth Vader had revealed to him how she had disappeared once more, allegedly by Kenobi's hand. The Sith Lord couldn't be more wrong, as Obi-Wan could barely see her corpse for less than five minutes. There was no way she had just stood up and left the fortress, she was very much dead, they both saw how she was not with him.

But that didn't matter in a fight like that, nor the next one. All that mattered was that little Leia was safe and at home again, the same way Luke would be protected from the ghosts that followed him, Obi-Wan knew now he wouldn't need him for the next few years.

Oh how much he missed to be needed. How he missed to feel their bond, to call her through his commlink in those misty lonely nights.

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Pacing restless at his quarters, he felt the call of his own fears take in his spirit, he had fought as he believed was right. The burning bruises lingered in his arms and back, nothing comparable to the touch of the blaster's shot she received to protect him.

And he had noticed how it started to become more frequent, she didn't attack him when he fell to the floor merciless anymore, she waited for him to catch his breath and even handed him his lightsaber when she made it fall, it happened multiple times which stopped being isolated moments. Simple coincidences became premeditated displays of mutual admiration.

Aren't you supposed to kill the enemy?

Then why take care of him?

Why did he want to comfort her?

Whatever bruises and scratches he had, was little to the scar she would wear.

"Hello?... Hello?" she had answered believing it was a mistake, perhaps bad coverage from the sleazy place she found on a remote planet.

His blurry face came more into view, a clear shape of a man he had seen for a while, gentle blue eyes that haunted her like a ghost, a ghost of a promised hope that shall never come.

In the pit of intrigues and destroyed battleships, lied the face of a man that she yearned to know, whose only known facts revolved into thoughts of war, after the wars begun there was no time for anything else, and with her misleading to the acclaimed wrong side it was certain they weren't going to become the best of friends. In fact, it was forbidden to seek contact between each other, even could be considered an act of high treason to the ideals of the Republic.

Yet they were there, he was there more likely, pretending he didn't fancy her, as he would unknowingly pretend for the rest of his life that he didn't attain feelings beyond platonic for another being ever in his heart. But how to admit out loud to her what he could not even make up to himself?

It was not in his plans to do it, but after seeing her injured, he knew he had to at least find a way to reach out to her as well as he knew how wrong it was, and there he was anyway, furrowing his brow when heard her muffled groan.

"Does it hurt?" he asked worriedly watching the hologram's movements, she was dense in the brim, a shadow whose light was only seen in the darkest of nights — his deadly firefly.

What did it hurt? The distance? The code? The war? The duty? The different ideologies? The unrequited feelings? The sense of betrayal?

"I'll live, Kenobi," she said reassuringly, attending to her wound.

Minutes of silence went by, none of them knowing what to say. What could possibly unite them that could make their bond bloom? What could be strong enough to not break them? He had never felt such a connection with anyone, he was frightened and elevated, not even with his fellow Force sensitive.

Obi-Wan criticized Satine at her time, of her idealistic thinking and her ideal way of seeing politics. She saw peace where he saw war, she saw solutions in the middle of all of his conflicts. And now it seemed that the tables had turned. Because Obi-Wan chose to see the good in a Sith like in everything else.

Would she laugh at him if she was there? Would she make jokes on him and judge him? Remind him of how impossible it is to love him? But oh! How much he wanted to care for someone at the end of the battle.

Part of being a Jedi was to acknowledge nothing was entirely black and white, like good and evil. Someone who wants to kill you won't let you escape from his grasp. The hint was there, out in the wild to interpret for the both of them. Obi-Wan did know it wasn't the first time it happened, but didn't know when it would be the last, and as much as a relief could mean to another couple of opponents, to him the thought was too much to handle.

"You're thinking too loud," she falsely complained to tease him.

"Pardon me?", he asked, maybe too serious, too trailed away from his initial thoughts, as if she was capable of reading him the same way he had tried to read her.

"I was joking. You stayed very still with your hand on your beard like this," she imitated his pose through the device to show him the exact position he was in, which immediately made him cease from it.

"I don't look like that".

This mildly outrageous comment made her laugh, not a mischievous laughing like she used to, a pleasant sincere one, that in response made him smirk.

"But you do look like this", no one would have believed Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi could make weird gestures to a hologram, but there he was, forgetting the point of his call in the warmth of her laughter.

"That's mean even for a Jedi", her giggles were the cure for his uneasiness, a strange mix of security and danger. "How did you intercept this signal?".

Her voice pitched lower, to mask the frightening sensation that erased her hopes of hearing him admit the unspeakable, the same feelings that have been burning her heart for so many eons ago. She knew very well Jedi couldn't acquire feelings like those, as sentients as they were, they were dangerous for the mere reason of blurring the lines between love and attachment, there was no known Jedi who could love selflessly.

And yet, her darkest desire was feeling herself hanging on the lips of his secret love, General Kenobi.

Now it was Kenobi's turn to lie or speak his truth, uneasy by her sudden hostility, her way to seek for security, perhaps he would do the same in her situation.

"I— " he wavered a little. What was he supposed to say? 'I was looking for you', 'I was worried about you', 'I don't want you to get hurt', it wasn't appropriate. "Wanted to make sure you— ".

He was never at a loss of words, he always knew what to say even when he drifted his mind away from conversations, though his mind decided to stop being assertive while speaking to her.

"Make sure I?".

"Weren't dead", worry was the very first feeling which turned into fear. A sensation he didn't want to let dominate him, that he couldn't let pass.

But he couldn't help himself, didn't he? And a little corruption occurred, the first of his life, the last of his night.

It was just so alluring, the way she had him trapped into contradiction, finding affection inside aggression. When did it start that he didn't realize? That he made things for her too and made the isolated a currency, — that he was slowly bending the rules for her.

He couldn't neglect he had failed his stances to not hurt her, or that he hadn't purposefully used the Force to put things out of her way before getting herself into a fatal accident, that he —an experimented general—avoided capturing her every chance he got. An innocent mistake at first that led to a series of unconscious love games.

"How thoughtful of you", the sarcasm of her expression couldn't mask the sweet tone in which she spoke. "Why do you care?", her inquiry was actually concerned, she didn't want to escape again after finding a safe remote place with the few last credits she had only because a Jedi decided he was a good prize to show his little Council.

He seemed to think about it a little longer than expected, waiting carefully to respond to her. The right thing would be to hang up and rethink what he was doing, threaten her even if he was that daunting to make room for speculations of disgust upon her. He didn't want that. Thus he smiled, sincerely, the very same way she smiled to the poor children living on the inferior levels of Coruscant.

"Why did you save me?" he had set with that question the start of something he would not be able to control in the foreseeable future, a never ending longing.

But he needed to know. He must know, otherwise, he was afraid she would be that last thing he thought about before going to sleep, the first thing he thought about after waking up.

"Don't dare to get it wrong, mere courtesy that's all", she boldly assured, as she couldn't give herself the privilege of giving him false hopes, "if that's why you called, I suggest you to hang up". She drifted her gaze away from his holo, she was trying hard to make him leave.

Even to her that seemed like a logical action on Obi-Wan's mind, if only he wasn't too tired to comply with all the unbreakable rules and detached a little from his perfect Jedi image.

How could Obi-Wan tell her that just because no one else can see it, he doesn't love her any less?

"I called for other circumstances" he declared carelessly, taking a seat in a meditation position now as he expected for the night to be as long as he could maintain it.

"Which are?".

"No one deserves to be alone" Obi-Wan muttered, he had made his way with words, as he had read her, she was so lonely.

"I said I'll live", she stumbled trying to get a seat.

Her wound was profound yet curable, Obi-Wan still could see her pain through the commlink, he didn't feel at ease knowing she was in another side of the galaxy in pain. So far from him, and he didn't want to think her helpless, but he did think her stubborn, she would never let him help her, so asking her to give him her location and go after her was out of the picture.

But he wished he could follow her wherever she goes.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

He was trained to believe the Jedi way wasn't a solitude path, but now that he thought about it more, it does feel lonely, although it was proven a Jedi Master never truly is.

As long as he was connected to the Force, he was connected to all beings he protects. A Jedi Master is the watcher, the caretaker, the guardian. He is not just the sword nor just the shield, he is both the light and the darkness. He is in the shadows, watching over his loved ones, supposedly protecting his allies. For years inside his mind he held this guilt on his chest, that he chose to protect his enemies, not once but twice.

Still, what was all about when no one was safe? When every being he swore to protect was now in the claws of a cruel ruler? If there was no escape? If he was the shield, where was his sword? His loved one?

She had shattered his heart by giving him that which he could never have, which he could not live without once tasted and memorized — the contentment of their conflicted companionship.

"What will you do now?" Bail asked now that Leia was gone and Obi-Wan was about to leave on his ship.

"Wait" he said calmly, "my duty won't be over until they know" this was the scary part, the fear of making the same old mistakes. A tired sigh leaving his chest.

"On Tatooine?" insisted Bail, slowly conducting his chatting to her, to free Obi-Wan from another headache and give him that last peace of mind he knew he needed, he deserved to know after all he had been through.

"I have nowhere else to go", he claimed, stroking lightly his beard, trying to remove the uncomfortable feeling of himself, without her alive, he had no reasons anymore to leave Tatooine and fulfill his duty.

"I must tell you... The side of the story you know about her is incomplete", as much as she caused problems to him in the past, he recognized how selfless she had been fighting against the empire the first few years. "She didn't die as a traitor, the Inquisitors punished her for helping a Jedi".

"What?... How?". He realized now Bail knew the reason she was caged Vader's Fortress.

"She helped Ahsoka survive an attack to arrive to Malachor where she is exiled now, Ahsoka couldn't have escaped successfully if it weren't for her, we couldn't get her out and Vader...", Bail wasn't able to end his train of thought, confusion struck Obi-Wan like a needle through his heart "I just thought you had to know".

Bail was worried to break Obi-Wan's spirits more on Anakin's actions, because the former Jedi could imagine what was going on inside Darth Vader's mind — by punishing you he was punishing him.

Obi-Wan asked who this mysterious someone was, pretending not to know who Bail was talking about before his lips pronounced your name too loud and clear to be mistaken, too loud for every corner of his body to know. His poison ivy, his rotten fruit, his lovable stinger.

Why did it have to be too late to follow her?

He nodded to him in silence and watched him leave as the ship took off. Heartbroken, he was silently content about being right about her, to put his trust and hopes in her.

He didn't know what to do on his way back to Tatooine, only how to feel, the anguish and despair, the inutility, to measure all of the things he failed to express at the right time. Was it possible that she died without knowing how much she was loved? Could the Maker be able to let such cruel condemnation happen?

When your duty is over...

Perhaps, the misunderstanding of their promise by his end, the oath he devotedly kept under his wing to be his precious secret was now one side of the cliff's whisper. Closing his eyes, he could still see her pleading eyes, the exact same eyes that made him wake up abruptly night after night.

Meet me...

At the end, she had died the way she lived, in the darkness of night.

A/N: Hi! I was working on this since I posted the previous part, I was thinking of making it a shot fic, which mean another 2 parts more coming if my imagination let me to. With that said, if you want to still be tagged do nothing, i'll keep tagging you. If you want to be added or being removed in the next parts, comment this part (no worries, i won't mind) or send me an ask (i'll keep it private) as I won't be counting just likes bc i realized its very ambiguous to know who wants to be tagged or not. Thank you so much for liking and rebbloging.

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Endor luke has me going insane so if you could can we please get some hc’s? 💗

YOU AND ME BOTH ANON Endor Luke deserves all the love in the world😭

I really had a lot to say too, so this is kinda all over the place, I'm sorry

(thank you so much for your patience🩵 work really took a toll on me and I desperately needed to take several naps instead of writing. I really wish I could post Luke thoughts as a living instead)

• I really like how Luke is portrayed in RotJ and how far he has come when you compare him to the boy he was at the beginning of ANH

• I think how he acts and carries himself on Endor is a very good example

• we already got a glimpse of it in Jabba's palace when he comes to save his friends

• but Endor Luke is peak Luke (or as close to his prime we've ever got to see him aside from his last fight with Vader and TboBF) and I love how this comes across in very simple and subliminal ways without being too flashy or over the top

• he still makes mistakes

• he struggles with himself and those around him

• he's far from being perfect

• and yet he tries so hard to leave his doubts aside to act in everyone's best interest

• in the most dire of situations he only thinks about his friends and family and how his actions could possibly have an impact on them

• he just loves them so much and it's, among other reasons, what eventually makes him refuse to join the dark side

• in the book it says that he hopes Han will never disappear from this universe

• when Leia goes missing Han asks if he wants some time to gain his strength again and all Luke says is "I want to find Leia."

• I see him blaming himself for a lot that happened, especially regarding what his friends had to go through

• he's definitely one to mull over a situation in his head again and again, going "I should have been there, I could have done this and that, I should have...etc.

• he has such a hard time acknowledging anything apart from what he could have done better

• and at the end he's ready to die, to get himself killed, if it means saving the people he loves

• he'd rather die than let his weaknesses put them in danger again

• I'm sure he will eventually learn how to overcome his past and accept it as it is because that too is part of becoming a Jedi

• but he's not ready for that yet and that's okay

• because there was so much happening over the short span of only a few years, he didn't get the time to deal with his losses and trauma

• how is he supposed to move on from his guilt without properly saying goodbye and forgiving himself

• let that man grieve for god's sake

• (and someone give him a stable father figure please)

• he doesn't let others see what's going on inside of him

• even those closest to him are often times unaware of his inner struggles until he opens a conversation about it himself

• in the book it's described how he sometimes banishes all emotions from his face and wears it like a mask as to not trouble anyone

• eventually Leia is the only one realizing there's something eating at him

• I think one reason for this is the awareness of his position at the head of the rebellion, of how many look up to him for guidance

• he wants to set a good example, wants to be strong for those who are scared or feeling hopeless

• but while he might feel inadequate and often tired he makes an impression wherever he goes

• I don't think he's aware of the impact he has and how great he actually is

• he doesn't give himself enough or any credit for how much he has grown and changed in a good way too

• he's calm, collected and exudes quiet confidence to a point where it's hard to shake him up or make him loose his cool like he would have earlier

• he has a strong presence, even when he's set on keeping in the background

• when he gives out orders they are well thought of and highly respected by his subordinates

• they put lots of trust into him and his judgement

• rarely does the impatience of his younger years get the better of him

• in the same way it has become unusual for him to raise his voice at all

• it's said in the book that the rebels chosen for the mission on Endor are a wildly thrown together group of people, some of them charged criminals

• and while I believe them to be invested in their cause, I think Luke would do a great job keeping them in check should someone act out of line

• he even SMILES in critical situations

• you know, like in that one scene where he, Han, Chewie and the droids are captured by the Ewoks

• and Han is so offended at them waving their lances in his face, yelling and threatening them

• meanwhile Luke is just very amused

• (I'm on my knees for him, like that's so hot I cant- )

• no longer does he act on impulse, but rather takes time to observe a situation before carefully trying to negotiate

• this not only shows his character development but also how much their relationship evolved

• at the beginning Han was definitely some kind of role model for Luke

• he's a pilot, has his own ship, something that Luke always wanted

• he has much experience and many stories to tell about his adventures

• to someone who never had the chance to leave their planet before he must have seemed grand and beyond impressive

• but I feel like Luke has grown so much he eventually surpassed Han and now smiles at his friends antics

• he's now able to see him the way he really is, instead of blindly idolizing him, which really balances out their friendship

• to round off this post I want to talk about how his fighting skills developed as well

• I already mentioned in some of my other posts that I think Luke is really strong but during the scenes on Endor we get to see glimpses of it too

• he's not only strong with the Force but physically capable as well

• he easily stops Han from pulling his weapon on the Ewoks with ONE hand

• during the chase scene with Leia we see him throw a man off his speeder bike like it's nothing

• he simply grabs him and he goes flying against a tree

• (it's even wilder in the book, where they describe Luke "grabbing the man's neck" to "sling" him away and into the tree with "bone crushing force")

• (please grab my neck and crush my bones too, daddy👀)

• in addition he is a very quick thinker and calm enough in stressful situations to come up with well calculated manoeuvers

• neither do his capabilities falter when put to the test

• the best example for this is the scene with the speeder bike racing towards him while shooting

• Luke easily deflects the laser bolts and then, like in afterthought, steps aside to cut off the front part

• and then he walks off like nothing happened

• like SIR-

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the-force-awakens · 2 years

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help me slow it down

gender neutral reader, no pronouns used but coded language included throughout (reader has boobs). 18+ only, smut ahead. ~hand stuff, implied/referenced oral. more hurt/comfort than you'd expect from this description. written for day 21 of @the-purity-pen's 2022 kinktober event, based on the prompt: praise kink

You hate how tense Poe is when he comes out of the meeting, thumb sweeping up and down the side of his index finger in that nervous stim he has, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

His most recent mission had gone south, ending in a blazing skirmish between a squadron of TIEs. Poe (the sole Resistance combatant) survived, but he hadn't been able to retrieve the intel he'd been sent for — by the time the dog fight tapered off, the other ship made the jump to hyperspace.

"It's not your fault," you tell him as you catch up to him. His legs are longer than yours, meaning his stride is too. "Leia knows that, so does the rest of command.”

He doesn't even spare a glance at you, which is indicative of his own spiraling mood. "I still failed, starlight. We needed that data -”

"And what good would it have done exactly?” You cut in, sidestepping around him and pressing your hand to his chest so he'll have to come to a full stop. “Would it have been any different to your last op with Kazuda? We know they're making weapons, a lot of them. Whatever intelligence we lost today, we'll find again. Or something even more valuable.”

You can tell that Poe isn't convinced by this, but you can also tell that your words are having an effect on him regardless, because his jaw has unclenched and his eyes are shifting to something softer, like part of him is warring with himself to believe you.

So you tilt a little further into his space, pressing your fingers a little more firmly against his chest. “The First Order wasn't going to have the location of Supreme Leader Snoke on a rundown freighter, alright? We'll get better leads.”

And it's here that the anger evaporates from Poe's face, but it's instantly replaced with a heart wrenching expression of disappointment. "I can't let them down. I'm not supposed to fail, it was a simple snatch and grab and it -” he sucks in a breath - "what if whatever was on that freighter was something valuable? That's on me. 'Cause I couldn't shake those TIEs, they got away.”

Your brow furrows, dropping your hand from his chest. Only Poe could blame himself for a mission going wrong because he had been focused on surviving it. And you can tell by the way his face is pinched that he's spiraling into a pit of self-loathing, questioning his own value to the Resistance — for someone so forgiving with everyone else, he sure held himself to impossible standards.

So you grab him by the sleeve of his jacket and haul him into the nearest available private space, which happens to be a storage closet.

The door snicks close behind the two of you, blanketing you both in darkness. Poe leans back against the wall, eyebrows half raised as he waits patiently for you to say your piece.

"You are more valuable than anything else on that mission,” you tell him, stressing your point by moving closer to him. "The fact that you survived, that you got back home to us, makes this mission a success.”

Something complicated plays across his face for a moment before he replies quietly, "I didn't say that made it a failure.”

Your eyes burn at that, at the softness of his voice and the worry that has his brow furrowing again from whatever he must read in your expression. You let the urge to cry pass before you reply with, "You didn't have to. I know you. You think anything that gets us ahead of the First Order is worth more than your life.”

"It is -”

"It isn't!” You all but shout, startling you both. You shrink in on yourself, guilt coursing through you for raising your voice at him, while Poe stares at you dumbfounded. “Nothing is worth more than your life, alright? There will be more assignments, ones where you'll get something that'll give us a real leg up on the First Order. Command knows that too, so does Leia. This was just one bad mission, Poe. That's all.”

You frame his face in your hands, leaning up on your tiptoes. Instinctually, he brings his up to curl around your wrists and you feel something settle behind your ribs, like you hadn't quite truly believed he was back until you felt him skin to skin.

He nods a couple of times as he soaks in your words. "I want to believe you," he says and the earnesty in his voice makes your heart fracture because he does, he's trying, and that's all you could really ask for. "It's - you know I get my head stuck in the cockpit.”

You snort at that, a wet little thing, and it makes a smile flicker briefly across his face like a candle in the wind. “No, I know that you're harder on yourself than everyone else. And you shouldn't put yourself through that, baby, the galaxy will do it enough for you. Don't make it easier for them.”

Poe exhales shakily. "Alright.”

“Alright,” you repeat, letting your hands slide down to his neck before you press yourself against him.

Instantly, Poe's arms are twining around you, pulling you impossibly closer and nothing, nothing in the galaxy is better than this. Sometimes you wish you could just tuck yourself into his chest or vice versa and never leave: he's a lighthouse in the dark, he's the warmth of a cozy bed on a cold morning, he's the jolt to hyperspace. You love him so fucking much, and it kills you that he can't see how wonderful he is.

But maybe you could show him.

You pull your head away from his chest, putting some space between your torsos but not moving your feet. You wet your lips and whisper, "You need some help getting out of your head?”

Nothing outwardly shifts about him, but a budding spark builds in his lovely brown eyes as Poe replies, "I dunno, starlight. What'd you have in mind?”

A slow, dangerous smirk overtakes your face as you step back up on your tiptoes to ghost your lips against his jaw. Poe's breath catches like his stubble against your skin, and you feel a little of that same fire permeating in your veins.

You move down, opening your mouth against his neck. When you pinch down hard enough to leave a bruise, Poe gasps and grips your waist tighter.

“Little of this,” you tell him, soothing the sting with your tongue and he's melting against you already. Not that you're doing much better: tasting his skin, feeling the warmth of his body against yours, his hardening length pressing up into you — it's a dizzying cocktail you'll always get drunk on, want more of.

It only worsens when you grind your hips against his, and Poe makes a strangled noise low in his throat, a ragged and harsh thing that you want to hear again and again. "And a little of that,” you finish, gripping his shirt to keep yourself standing. "You want that?”

Poe nods, tipping his head back against the wall. "Yeah. Yeah, works for me, darling - f-fuck -” he grunts again when you press into him once more, not entirely intentionally, your own body craving a little more friction.

But despite the gathering wetness between your legs, this isn't about you and you don't have any plans on getting off right now. That could come later, if Poe wanted (or by yourself), right now you just want to make him feel good.

So you shuffle back just far enough to undo his belt, unzipping his pants and immediately bypassing his underwear to touch his cock - and immediately have to lean in to press your mouth to Poe's to muffle the groan he makes at the direct contact. The closet door is thick, but it's by no means sound proof, and command was still convened not that far away.

The thought that he has to be quiet while you turn him into a shuddering mess, lest you both be caught, shouldn't be as much of a turn on as it is.

You swallow hard, eyelids fluttering in a mirror to Poe's as you trail your fingers down the length of him and back up again - it's a tease, really, and you're nearly overwhelmed with the urge to get on your knees, to take him into your mouth and give him a real challenge to stay quiet.

However, you're going to require your mouth for other things, so you file that desire away to be fulfilled a little while later.

"You're so beautiful like this,“ you tell him, taking his dick more firmly into your hand. It's started to leak precum, so you gather it on your thumb and use it to glide your hand more easily across him. “You always are but I love seeing you this way -”

You make a point to emphasize your next words by twisting your hand and the gasp that bursts from Poe's mouth is music to your ears - "love that I'm the only one who gets to do this to you. You like when I get you off, pretty boy?”

Poe only manages a jerky nod in response, still making all sorts of lovely noises low in his throat, which is completely exposed to you and you have to tamp down the nearly overwhelming urge to continue what you started earlier when you'd kissed his neck.

Your movement is unhurried, carrying him close to the edge and stopping for a few seconds to wait until his breathing almost evened out to pick up your ministrations.

On the third time you stop before he comes, Poe actually whines and you silence him again, this kiss a little more apologetic. "You're so good, baby. You're doing so good, I love you so much, you're so good -” you close your eyes, unable to look at him as you continue your litany of praises, working your hand more quickly, until Poe is left a panting and whimpering mess, his hips bucking up into you, fucking himself on your hand, becoming more as more frenzied the more you talk - "you're so - hngh - wonderful and ridiculous and so good to me, I can't believe you're mine -”

At this point your words are practically nonsensical, your head swimming with desire but they seem to do the trick because Poe makes a devastating and ruinous noise, rocking into you one final time as he comes into your hand.

He's struggling to suck in breath when you pull your sticky hand from his pants, but he stops altogether when you lick your fingers clean. You raise your eyebrows, pulling your index finger out of your mouth with a little pop, and ask innocently, "What?”

Before you can so much as blink, Poe has surged forward, capturing your mouth with his in a messy kiss, his tongue pressing against yours and it's a heady thing, especially when he palms your breast over your shirt and the sensation zips straight down between your legs.

You gasp and that's when Poe breaks away from you, glancing briefly around you for a minute, before his eyes light up in the way you've both come to be wary of and adore. "You said I'm good to you, yeah? Lay down, I wanna remind you how good I can be.”

Your heart jackknifes behind your ribs and you have to grab onto him to keep from buckling right there. "Someone could walk in -”

"Didn't stop you from sticking your hands down my pants,” Poe reminds you, ducking in to nip down your neck and fuck he gives as good as he gets. “It's not gonna stop me from burying my face between your legs if you want that.”

You respond with a groan, and you can feel Poe's smile against your skin, proud of himself for being the cause of it. You break away from him, unbuckling your belt and tossing it away before scrambling down to the floor as he requested, pulling him down with you.

As Poe covers your body with his own, hands sliding up and under your shirt, his eyes sparkling with something deeper than just arousal, you can't help but be a little proud of yourself too for chasing away his shadows.

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