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the house of snow (5) ✧ coriolanus snow

the house of snow ✧ a royal coryo au | pinterest board| ao3

pairing: king!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

series summary: the king of panem is in search of a bride. and, for reasons you can never understand, coriolanus snow has set his sights on you. it would never be a happy marriage, you’re sure of that. but none of that matters, because when snow decides he wants something, he will do everything in his power to ensure it is his.

chapter summary: snow does not like the idea of others playing with his toy.

word count: 2,665

series warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, royal au, regency au, arranged marriage, rivals to lovers, obsessive!coryo, jealous!coryo, protective!coryo, eventual smut, eventual pregnancy, more tags to be added later

chapter warnings?: jealous!coryo, pet name (petal), not proofread

“How does it feel to be Mrs. Snow?” Clemensia Dovecote asked as one of the maids poured you a cup of tea.

You watched the maid glance at you, curiosity evident in her eyes. Though you trusted your own lady’s maid with much of your thoughts and feelings you thought best to keep hidden from everyone else, you knew that maids in general liked to talk. Or, rather, people liked to talk. You had little doubt that your concerns in marrying Snow had spread throughout the working class. Had it been a mistake to even discuss your feelings, or lack thereof, for Snow with her? Perhaps. But you couldn’t keep silent about it. You had to talk to someone.

“I am hardly Mrs. Snow yet. I am only engaged, Clemmie,” you said.

Livia Cardew reached for your left hand. You allowed her to take it. She examined the ring Snow had placed on your finger with much scrutiny. It was a silver band with leaves snaking up to the center, where the silver was molded into rose petals. At the center of the flower sat a large, glittering diamond. Livia loved jewelry and all the finer things in life. She could appreciate a nice ring more than you could. “With a ring like that? The King is making a statement.”

“That I am his?” you clarified. It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. If Livia thought that you were not pleased with your engagement, it would spread through Panem faster than maids’ gossip. Who knew what Snow would do if that happened. Livia nodded. “I was already well aware of his interest, as was the rest of the ton.”

“Perhaps you should remind Lord Plinth of that, then?” Livia said.

Your brows pinched together. Had she someone found out about how you once argued that you would rather marry Sejanus? Had word somehow spread? You knew Snow would say nary a word about it. At least, you would assume so from how he acted when you only mentioned Sejanus’s name. You tried to think back. Were there any maids or butlers around when you talked to Snow about this? When you talked to your parents? None came to mind, but the mark of a good servant is to not be noticed. (Or so your mother says.) It could be possible that you simply missed them?

You decided to feign ignorance. “Lord Plinth? What do you mean?”

Clemensia laughed. “We all saw how he looked at you while you danced at his mother’s ball! That man looked at you like you were made of diamonds.”

Livia crinkled her nose. “You may as well be, at least compared to him. I can still hardly believe the Former King Ravinstill ever granted that family a title. A dukedom at that! It just wasn’t right.”

You decided to ignore Livia’s ramblings. It was true that the Plinth family did not have the same sort of respect the rest of the ton, who had been born into their titles for generations and generations stretching all the way back to the formation of Panem. It was why your parents were so adamant that you not marry Sejanus. But he was a good, and kind, and gentle man. “No, that cannot be. Lord Plinth is only a friend. He was the one who told me that…” You stumbled on the word. It felt foreign in your mouth. “…my fiancé was interested in courting me. Why would he do that if he would want to marry me himself?”

“Oh, you poor, naïve thing. It’s a wonder you even got this far in your courtship,” Livia teased. “He was hoping that you would swear off the King and marry him. An act of true love, or whatever the fairy tales say.”

Could that be true? Could that be why Snow was so irate at you speaking of Sejanus? But why would Sejanus ever reveal that to Snow? Snow was so possessive. He would hardly let such a slight go by unpunished. And, yet, Sejanus still lived and breathed. Maybe, then, Snow had deduced this all his own, just as Livia and Clemensia had done.

“Well, it hardly matters now. I am engaged now.”

“If the King is as smart as he was at the Academy, he would marry you soon. To dissuade Lord Plinth from arriving with any last minute confessions that might steal you away,” Livia mused.

You looked out the window, where Coriolanus the Cat perched. In the distance, you could see the Royal Carriage being pulled down the road. It was nearly time for your daily luncheon with Snow. Though you would always dine at the palace, he insisted on picking you up from your home. To anyone who knew of the routine, it seemed like such a romantic ordeal. A man so desperate to spend time with his love that he would do the silliest things. To you, it was merely another way for him to attempt to control you.

“That would hardly change anything,” you said. The carriage stopped outside of your home. The coachmen stepped down, then opened the door. Snow stepped out, his eyes immediately seeking yours as he looked up at the window. Despite the distance, you could see the smirk on his face. It made you feel ill.

“Because you are in love?” Clemensia asked.

You wondered if Snow could read lips from so far away as you repeated, “Because I am in love.”

Livia looked out the window as Snow walked up to your home. “Do you think he knows about Lord Plinth?”

You blinked. You were wondering the same yourself. However, you knew that this was a question you would probably never get answered. You hardly could even figure out how to talk to Livia and Clemensia about this. How could you ever bring it up to Snow, with his quick temper? “It has never come up.”

“And why would it? I’m sure they have much more…exciting conversations,” Clemensia said with a grin.

Your heart thumped at the implication. Truthfully, you did not know what happened when a couple were married. Your mother only ever told you that, after the ceremony, the union ended in consummation and that that was where children came from. She always said she would tell you more when you were older, but that day had not yet come. “We…talk about our future together,” you said.

Clemensia’s grin grew, but before she could tease you further on matters you didn’t have a full grasp on, Snow entered the room. “Good morning, Miss Cardew, Miss Dovecote. Good morning, petal,” he said with a charming smile. “What are we talking about today?”

You opened your mouth to answer, ready to say you were discussing your impending nuptials. You knew that would please him enough to put him in a good mood. But Livia beat you to it.

“Lord Plinth’s infatuation with your fiancé.”

Snow’s jaw ticked. For a moment, you wondered if his mask would fall. But he recovered quickly and said in a teasing voice, “Should I be worried?”

“No, they have deluded themselves into thinking he is interested,” you said, careful to not even refer to Sejanus by his last name. “I told them that it would not have mattered even if he was interested because—”

“Because she’s in love,” Clemensia interrupted, elongating the word “love,” making it sing-songy.

A more genuine smile settled on Snow’s face. His eyes flitted to you. “Is that so?”

But, for as much as you were attempting to placate him, you had to have your fun, too. So, you smiled, and said, “Oh? We were talking about you? My mistake, I thought we were talking about Coriolanus.”

You picked the kitten from his perch on the windowsill, pressing kisses around his face. He purred, curling up in your arms. For a moment, you thought you saw Coriolanus the Cat look smugly at Snow. But, even if he hadn’t, the annoyed look on Snow’s face was joy enough.

“She teases me too much with that cat—”

“—our son—”

“—our son,” Snow corrected. “I almost regret giving her the little thing.”

Clemensia laughed and nudged Livia. “They already argue like they’re married.”

“Well, as lovely as this was, we do have a luncheon to attend,” Snow said, holding his hand out for you to take. You moved to cradle Coriolanus the Cat in one arm and slipped your hand into Snow’s. He helped you to your feet, then flashed another smile at Livia and Clemensia. “And do let me know if you have anymore theories about Lord Plinth’s affections. I have to ensure I do not have any competition, don’t I?”

“Oh, stop being silly,” you protested as Livia and Clemensia nodded.

At that, your mother, who sat quietly in the corner of the room with her sewing, rose from her seat and followed you and Snow out of the home. Since the engagement, she had hardly spoken a word when he was around. A part of you wondered if that was because she no longer felt the need to quiet you since Snow put a ring on your finger. Another part of you wondered if Snow had included her silence in the terms of the engagement. You would, after all, need a chaperone with you until you were actually married, but that did not mean that Snow would want to listen to her protest over every thing you did.

When you reached the carriage outside, Snow helped you climb in. For a second, you wondered if he was going to ignore your mother. But then he held a hand out for her to take as she lifted herself inside, taking the seat across from you. She had learned after the first luncheon that the spot beside you was to always be occupied by Snow.

Once Snow took his seat, the carriage began its trek to the palace. You tried to distract yourself, looking out the window and petting Coriolanus the Cat, who was curled up on your lap. But then Snow reached for your hand, which you allowed him to take. From the corner of your eye, you saw your mother wrinkle her nose. You weren’t sure it was inappropriate for him to hold your hand, but perhaps she knew so archaic social rule you were unaware of. Or perhaps she was regretting her scheming, you mused.

“I do not want you to spend any more time with Sejanus,” Snow said.

This got your attention.

You turned to look at him, your brows pinched together. “Because of what was said this morning? Lord…he is a friend.”

“I believe Miss Cardew and Miss Dovecote were correct in their assessment. I do not wish for you to be around him.” At your frown, he added, “At least not until after the wedding. It will only be a month. Give me this.”

“I have given you so much already.”

Snow squeezed your hand, tight. You tried to pull away, but he refused to loosen his grip. He leaned in to you, his breath fanning over your face. You did not like how close he was to you. “I cannot tell if his intentions are pure. I do not wish for you to be harmed.”

“Sejanus would never,” left your lips before you could think of what you were saying.

Snow’s face turned red. “What did I tell you about—”

“He is a friend, Snow. He. Is. A. Friend. You cannot isolate me from my friends—”

“—not your friends. Only him.”

“—just because you have concocted this delusion he is trying to take me from you. Sejanus may act impulsively from time to time, yes. He may not always think matters through. But he is your friend, and he is mine. Do you understand? As far as he is concerned, we are in love. Even if he had been interested in courting me, he would not do anything to hurt either of us. He is not like you.”

“Not like…You are toeing the line, petal.”

“I am not going to stop talking to a friend, even if it is only until we are married, because you are insecure. Snow, have I given you any reason to think that I would not follow our agreement?”

“No.”

“Have I done anything, save for admitting that I once considered marrying Sejanus, that would indicate I have feelings for him?”

“You have not.”

“Then why are you acting like a petulant child whose favorite toy has been stolen away?”

You watched as Snow’s jaw clenched and unclenched. But before he could say any more, the carriage came to a halt and the door was opened. Your mother was helped out first, then you, and finally Snow. He said not a single word as the three of you were led into the palace toward the dining room. Not until you had passed Coriolanus the Cat off to the butler.

“Join me in the library for a moment, petal,” he said.

You caught your mother’s eye. Oh, how you wished for her to say something. But instead, she took her seat at the table and said not a word. Sucking in a breath, you nodded. Snow smiled and took your hand, placing it around his bicep. You had half a mind to dig your nails into his arm, hoping that it might hurt him. You were already walking on thin ice, and you could not imagine such an act would go over well with Snow.

When you entered the library, Snow shut the large, oak doors behind you. Your blood ran cold. He had not done that the last time you visited the library. Had you crossed the line? Had you gone too far? You were not sure if Snow was a violent man. He had spent some months after leaving the Academy as a Peacekeeper. He was certainly capable of violence. But would he inflict it? On you?

“Snow, I did not mean to—” you began to apologize, hoping that it might placate him.

If you thought Snow had been too close to you before, it hardly compared to him grabbing you, one hand on your waist, the other on your face, his lips pressed against yours. You gasped, trying to pull away. This was not right. This was not…You were not even sure if married couples kissed this way. You had only ever seen chaste kisses, never something so…animalistic. You weren’t sure if Snow was kissing you more than he was trying to eat you alive. When his tongue darted out, swiping against your lips, you finally managed to push him away.

“What the hell was that!?” you shouted. “You cannot just, just kiss someone! We are not married, Snow! You promised that you would not ruin me!”

“Did I? I only recall saying your reputation would never be harmed.” Snow reached for you again. You could not find it in you to push him away, not when he had such a crazed look in his eye. “And it will not be, I will promise you that. If I wish, however, to kiss my fiancée in private, I shall do so.”

“You only did this so I would feel guilty if I tried to leave you for Sejanus, which I have already told I would not do!”

“No,” Snow said. “I did this because you drive me mad.”

“Then lock yourself in an asylum. Do not kiss me.”

One of Snow’s hands left your waist. He reached up, caressing your face. When you did jerk away, he pinched your chin between his fingers. “You are to be my wife. You are to be the wife of a king. I shall treat you however I see fit. Do you understand?”

When you said nothing, he pinched harder. “Do you understand?”

“Only if you understand that I will hate you until the day I die.”

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captainkirkk · 11 months

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✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

All the fics I’ve read and really enjoyed in the past week-ish. Reminder: This list features any and all ratings and themes. Please look at tags and warnings on ao3 before reading.

Natsume Yuujinchou

the smallest things by taizi

In which Takashi comes into the Fujiwaras' lives much earlier on.

Untamed

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (+ podfic)

(In order to make Wei Wuxian feel welcome at the Cloud Recesses, and to make sure people give him the respect he deserves (and definitely not to get into his pants), Lan Wangji hires him to be his advisor.)

“Lan Zhan, did you hire me just so you could punish people for disrespecting me?”

“No,” Lan Wangji said. “It is a side benefit.”

“Why did you hire me?”

“Because you are knowledgeable and skilled,” Lan Wangji said, “and I trust you to assist me in my work.”

Because everything is easier with you around and because I feel like a part of me is missing without you and because you can say things I can’t and because I need you he did not say.

“And you secretly like being a bitch to people,” Wei Wuxian added, with a sly grin.

Clone Wars

The Past Remains by otherhawk

The war drags on leaving trauma and destruction in its wake. After a bereaved Master is accused of harming his padawan, Obi-Wan is sent to talk to her, dredging up memories of his own past.

Betting by Proxy by kotekenobii

Newly transferred to the 212th Attack Battalion, Proxy finds himself cornered and given a secret mission by none other than THE Marshal Commander Cody.

Hic Sunt Lodices by handdrawnisopach, SniperAnon (The_Big_Reveal)

"..... Why do you live in a cave?"

Obi-Wan smiles, careful not to show his sharp teeth. "It's peaceful up here. The long climb means most people don't bother me, and no one might try to take my things. Also, maintaining a cave gives me plenty of space for my research without the expense and fuss of maintaining an estate."

He pulls out one of the large cushions so he can sit comfortably across from Cody. "I research magic," he explains. "Can't do it myself, but I have a good line in alchemy, chemistry, and pharmacy. I enjoy studying the more theoretical aspects too. So time and peace to do my reading and writing are important to me."

Cody nods slowly, his eyes sharper, more alert as he scans over the lair and the eclectic collection of items. Then his golden brown eyes drift to Obi-Wan. "Are you a dragon?" He asks, voice rough from exhaustion.

"Ah." Obi-Wan grips the hem of his skirt. "A bit? A bit dragony. Yes. That's fair."

Learned Men by Trixree

It becomes the Question—the one every vod is talking about from the bridge of the Negotiator to her dark bowels where the laundry rooms churn and chug along: who takes care of the General?

In which Obi-Wan is touch starved and his men take notice.

Trust fall by Ididloveyou_once

'Drake?’

Tim felt like he was choking. His throat was tight. He couldn’t swallow.

‘Damian?’ He managed.

Damian was… here. At Kent Farm. Dressed in the too-big Batman pajamas that Dick had bought him last Christmas as a joke. And- And-

Tim was wearing Kon’s t-shirt and his hair was messy and his lips were swollen and- He wasn’t ready for this- He wasn’t- He couldn’t-

How had he been so stupid?

Or: Tim comes out to Damian and prepares for the entire family to know by morning. It just so happens that Damian can keep a secret. Multiple, actually.

Wedding Album by Ididloveyou_once

'Let’s elope,’ Tim said, a little desperation leaking into his voice, ‘we could be on our way to Thailand by the end of the day.’

‘Actually,’ Conner’s amused eyes flickered toward Tim's family gathered at the dining table, ‘I think we’re going to Greece now.’

Or: Tim and Conner are getting married and everyone wants to be involved (snapshots of wedding planning very loosely connected by the creation of a wedding album).

#i've been procrastinating making this for like 2 weeks straight #it's winter in australia and i'm SO sleepy #fic recs #my posts #weekly fic round up #dc recs #sw recs #untamed recs #ny recs

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leahkenobi · 2 years

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now that i have you

obi-wan x fem!reader

word count: 1.9k

summary: while on a journey across tatooine, you heard screams in the middle of the night. you never expected it to be him who was screaming.

warnings: nightmares, screaming, crying, flashbacks to anakin, exhaustion, i think that’s all! let me know if i missed anything!

a/n: hey everyone! i know it’s been like forever since i’ve posted, but i wrote this little number. i promise i have ideas that i’m working on! more fics will be coming soon for new characters as well. if you would like to be added to an obi-wan or permanent tag list, let me know! and if you have any requests, i would be happy to write them for obi-wan, or any other character i have written for in the past. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

a/n 2: thanks @oliviajdjarin for encouraging and supporting me i love you!

gif credit to @hayden-christensen !! awesome work!!

the temperatures during the nights on tatooine were unbearable. throughout the day, you would boil in the scorching heat of the desert, but at night, you would freeze half to death.

it had been months since you had slept in a bed. months since you had any semblance of a home, or even a friend. your nights were spent roaming the dune sea, half asleep on the back of your eopie and trying to remember where it all went wrong.

it was dangerous to let your mind wander to such a dark place. your sleep deprived mind would recall everything from the last years of your life, starting from your earliest memory at the temple with your master, to the last one you had before your life had changed forever.

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having felt his growing discontent, you decided to leave your quarters and try to find obi-wan yourself. your heart raced as you swiftly walked the halls, attempting to feel for him, but coming up empty every time.

eventually, you found him. his expression was haunted as he rewatched the recording over and over again. you approached him, trying to get a better look at what it was he was seeing.

when you saw it, you almost burst into tears. anakin. sweet, loving anakin. the boy you had helped obi-wan raise. the boy who came to you, not his master, when he realized his feelings for padme and needed advice. the boy who came to you when he needed help mentoring ahsoka.

you couldn’t understand what you had seen. all you knew was that anything you felt, obi-wan was feeling multiplied by a thousand. because that was his boy. the jedi were not supposed to have attachments, of course, but that never stopped obi wan from loving anakin as fiercely as a father would.

you stepped closer to obi-wan, feeling for him. all you sensed was anguish and an overwhelming sadness. a hint of failure and blame was mixed in as well.

you wrapped your arms around your best friend’s neck, hoping you could provide some kind of comfort to him after he had seen that atrocity. hoping that he would hug you back and you could feel the comfort as well.

“he’s… he’s gone,” obi-wan muttered out. you could feel his erratic breathing against your neck.

“i know,” you whispered back, stroking his head. you had no other way to help him. what could you even say to him that could make this better at all?

he pulled out of the hug, making a decision quickly about what he had to do next.

“i must go,” he said to you, his eyes staring fiercely into your own.

“i’m coming with you,” you said. you couldn’t see him leave, couldn’t let him walk into danger without you. he was… special to you. a friend, a colleague, sure. but always more. a little closer than a friend should be. more bonded than any other colleague could ever be.

“no you are leaving,” he said, “you are fleeing the planet. immediately. you have not a moment to lose. i’ll find you after, i promise.”

“but obi-wan-“

“do not fight me on this, y/n. i cannot lose you too,” he said sternly.

you watched as obi-wan, your closest… friend… left, not knowing what his plans were, or if he would return.

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sleep was begging to take over. you couldn’t take this state of half lucidity, couldn’t stand to think about your obi wan leaving and never coming back. how he never fulfilled his promise.

you never did find out what happened to him. many claimed he was dead, others said he survived but had gone mad. you could never make peace with the knowledge he could be dead, but it’s not like if he lived you would be much better off. he would be a completely different man.

as your eyes were just starting to seal with sleep, and your body relaxed atop the eopie, you heard a scream.

quiet.

barely there.

but enough to cause your ears to prick up and stop you from reaching a resting state.

you thought maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you, maybe you were finally going crazy.

but as your eopie traveled further west, you heard the noise again, only it was louder.

you tried to pretend it wasn’t there, that it wasn’t directly inhibiting the sleep you so desperately craved, but you couldn’t.

the scream only grew louder as you drew closer to the cave on your left.

you couldn’t ignore it anymore, and the more you listened and heard how pained it was, you suddenly didn’t want to. whatever was screaming was struggling, in danger and hurting. as much as you had put your years as a jedi behind you and attempted to move forward, the compassion you held for life could never leave you.

though slumber was knocking at your door, you couldn’t ignore the screaming anymore as you approached, couldn’t ignore the desperate need to help whoever it was.

you hopped off your eopie and gave her a pat. you pulled the hood of your robe over your face and rested your hand on the hilt of your lightsaber, prepared to fight off whatever was causing the poor person to scream in such agony.

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you walked slowly into the dimly lit cave, cautious of your every step. the pained sounds felt as though they were filling all the space around you.

when you turned the corner to follow where the sound was coming from, you were shocked that there was no beast attacking the thrashing form. nothing was there ripping into the persons flesh as you expected there to be.

you stepped closer, and closer.

when you were close enough to the form to get a look at the face, his face, your heart stopped.

you don’t remember falling to the floor, but there you were, knees in the dirt and leaning against the hard mattress, desperately reaching out to him.

“obi-wan,” you sobbed.

he couldn’t hear you over the sound of his own screaming. his past haunted him, even in the solace that sleep was supposed to be.

you reached your hand out, cupping his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his scruffy beard.

“obi-wan, please,” you begged, the tears streaming down you face freely.

“wake up,” you said, “we weren’t supposed to meet like this again.”

you begged him to wake, not being able to take the sounds of his screams.

sure, you would have been sorry to see any person in so much pain, but the fact that the person was obi-wan was a saber through your heart.

you continued to run your hands down his face, leaning completely over him.

and finally, finally, he woke, shooting straight upright.

his breathing was labored, but he was up, he was awake.

he looked around, disoriented as ever, but sensing something there with him.

and his eyes landed on you.

he swore he was still dreaming.

he knew this nightmare, he had seen it often. you before him, happy and healthy as ever, and then suddenly not. suddenly, you were in the clutches of vader’s arms. the monster he had created killing the person he loved above all.

he reached out to you at the end of his bed to prove to himself that you weren’t there, that he couldn’t actually feel you. but when he reached, he was met with solid flesh and wet tear tracks.

“y/n…?” he whispered your name like a question.

“i’m here obi-wan,” you promised, your voice cracking.

“y/n…” obi-wan said again, as if trying to register the fact of your presence.

before you could spare him another second, to process, you sprang into his arms.

“obi-wan,” you cried, his name flowing from your mouth like a chant, a praise, a prayer of thanksgiving to any god or force out there that brought you back to him.

you felt his hair, as thick and course as ever. you felt his beard against the side of your face that was buried in his neck, grounding you.

all the while, obi-wan was reeling with you being in front of him. his arms were slackened, still completely in shock.

but then, he felt your head burrowing further into his neck, like you couldn’t get close enough to him.

and he snapped.

“y/n,” he said, this time a tone of sureness came over him.

he pulled you closer, desperately moving your body. he placed his head into your neck, seeking your comfort.

“y/n, y/n, y/n,” obi-wan cried, and you could feel your undershirt soaking with his tears.

you haven’t a clue how long you just sat there in his arms, sobbing to him while he cried into you as well.

you do know, however, that when you finally could breathe again, you didn’t want to ever be separated from him.

“obi-wan..,” you said in a quiet tone.

“i’m still here,” he said, a whisper in your ear.

“how?” you asked him, feeling your eyes start to well.

“i don’t know, y/n. i really don’t, but i know there is a reason,” he said, and you thought you knew where his mind may be going, that maybe this was your second chance.

before you could let your mind wander to those possibilities, you said, “i’m so sorry to hear about anakin, obi-wan. i’m so, so sorry.”

“thank you,” he said, but didn’t elaborate any more than that.

“was it him? was he the reason you were screaming in your dreams?” you asked, starting to regret it the second it came out of your mouth. the last thing you wanted to do was make obi-wan uncomfortable.

“i…,” he struggled to get the words out, “yes.”

the silence after he admitted that was deafening. you didn’t know what to say. you couldn’t say sorry again, could you? even if you meant it? he probably didn’t want your apologies.

while your mind swarmed with thoughts, with potential responses, obi-wan said, “it’s alright, y/n. the memories will fade eventually. and now that i have you… i… my mind will be all the clearer.”

you smiled at that, knowing that you could help him at all.

“i’m not leaving you again, obi-wan. it won’t happen,” you told him, giving him the reassurance.

he paused a moment, as if he was debating on letting his next words leave his mouth.

“i never wanted you to leave in the first place,” he said in a hushed tone.

you felt a bolt of shock run through you, not having expected him to say that. your feelings for obi-wan had always been complicated, but you had never thought he would reciprocate it.

“w-what?” you asked, curious to know what he meant, if he meant it the way you hated he had.

“i never wanted to send you away, but i had to. i couldn’t take the risk of him hurting you because… because… i care for you. so much,” he said, with such desperation, such love, in his voice, that you wanted to crumble.

“i haven’t gone a day without thinking of you, really. i don’t know if i ever will,” he said honestly.

“obi-wan,” you said, a sad smile on your face.

“don’t make me go through that again, please. always stay by me, please, y/n,” he begged, his eyes holding yours and beginning to fill with tears.

“i will always stay by you,” you responded back.

and so you did.

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kingdomhate · 6 months

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First Glance (Part Six)

Not too long after the death of Shmi, Anakin began to ever so slowly become himself again, but only after you constantly found yourself to be around him. It was like he needed you, and that shone through in every action and every word he spoke.

"Y\N..." He breathed out softly. "Yes, Ani?" You replied with a breeze of intimacy. "I think Obi-Wan's looking for me." You chuckle. The situation in which you both were in was so much easier because you both were in it. But even now, with Anakin and you curled up under the stars and crisp air of night on Tatooine, intertwining your presences in an almost surreal way, everything seemed to be just the two of you.

Despite the feeling, it wasn't just the two of you. Anakin cared no less, because he was with you, the one who cared for him beyond anything else, the one whom stayed by his side in moments like this. He truly was grateful for you. "I think both of our masters are after us." You sigh softly, gazing up at the quiet night. "What are we to say? I mean, we did leave on short notice." Anakin glances at you, taking in everything so natural about you, studying you. "Well, I believe the truth should be at least mentioned, right?" You meet his gaze. "Sure, but what about you? You'll be in a lot of trouble for coming with me."

You let out a low scoff. "So what? It's what a friend would do, don't you think? Support and comfort their friend in need, regardless of anything else. Because you are my friend, Anakin, that's why." A point you cannot stress enough. Anakin smiles at you fondly, but then his gaze adverts to nothing as if he was in thought. "You know, you never understand how good a person is until they are faced with demons or an obstacle." Anakin looks at you once more, his eyes held a silent storm, but to you? They were Anakin, symbolizing what he went through and what he deals with.

"I am glad we are together," You glance at him once more, into those crystal-like blue eyes that you always had to stop yourself from falling into. "But, we've got to go back." He nodded, standing up and then extending his arm towards you, as you take it, you see him smile. Pulling you up, he wrapped his arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. "I'm sorry I yelled at you." You apologize softly, your head resting on his shoulder. He shakes his head vigorously. "Don't be. You were only looking out for me." You nod slowly. "But, if-" You were cut short by Anakin stopping, stepping in front of you and placing both of his hands firmly on either of your shoulders.

"Listen to me! Y\N, look at me!" Your eyes meet his reluctantly. "You were warning me, looking out for me, like a friend should. I should've listened to you! You did nothing wrong, it's not your fault!" You bite your lip, looking away, eyes nervously darting around the plentiful sand. "I- you're right." You let out a sigh and feel Anakin's grip relax. "Good. Now, let's go. We're going back to Coruscant tomorrow." He said, his voice sounding firm and non-arguable. "Okay." You follow behind him as you both go back into the small hut of his house.

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Departing note: Guys, I was going to post this yesterday, but since it was Thanksgiving I had no time, I apologize. However, Part seven is coming out Monday!

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book-place · 2 years

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Remembering Normal

Warnings: slight Obi-Wan spoilers (takes place before ep 1 so it’s just information you would be getting from there), mentions of Order 66, mentions of character death, hints of ptsd, nightmares, slight cursing, crappy guys, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Obi-Wan x teen reader

Requests: HEY THERE, can I request Obi Wan conforting his padawan that had a heartbreak for the first time? Thank youuu

Oh boy am I glad I stumbled upon your blog, I've been dying for obiwan x platonic!reader (where reader is obi wans padawan but he also kinda raised her so its almost father/daughter like, same age range around ashoka) and it's so difficult to find 🥺 Could I get like a post order 66 where obiwan as deciding to go to tatooine and they send reader with him? Really I'm fine with anything, from that or the show but with reader added in, I'm craving so much lol. And pls tag me in any that you do!

(Sorry if this wasn’t what either of you had in mind- if you don’t like it then just lmk and I’ll try to fix it!!)

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Summary: After everything the two of you had been through, Obi-Wan couldn’t help but sometimes feel like he raised you

A/N: This is a mess- it’s all over the place; also, a very special thanks to @lemonadeandkoolaid for motivating me to do this lol

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

Obi-Wan turned his head to the side, brown eyes locking onto your steadily breathing form immediately.

He let himself stay on the bed for another minute, eyes already ridding themselves off the sleepy state that he had just been in as whatever dreams he had been having faded away.

He couldn’t help the small feeling of gratitude that welled up in his chest. You hadn’t woken up because of another nightmare last night. For the past week you had been waking up every night screaming, flashbacks of that terrible day playing on repeat in your mind.

More than anything, he wished that he could just wave his hand and make them go away. Make you forget everything that you were forced to go through. At such a young age nonetheless.

Letting out a long sigh that partially sounded like a groan, the ex Jedi swung his feet over the side of his bed and ran his hands down his face.

Time for another day.

Lazily, he walked over to your bed, shaking your left leg slightly to wake you up, feeling slightly guilty as he did so because you had finally been able to get some sleep.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you sat up in a jolt, wide eyes whipping around the room before they landed on a calm and collected Obi-Wan.

“Time to get up.” He said, voice slightly groggy still, ignoring your reaction.

With a small hum, you nodded and swung your legs over the side of your bed, running your hands down your face. Repeating the exact process that the man had done just moments before.

“We have the early shift today.” He reminded you softly, moving to your makeshift kitchen area and beginning to prepare breakfast for the both of you.

This emitted a small groan on your part, and he subconsciously let a small smile grow on his face.

“How did you sleep?” You asked quietly, pushing yourself off the hard surface that you called your bed.

“As well as expected.” Came his reply before a slight pause, as if hesitating, “You?”

You quieted, coming to stand next to him at the counter and began helping with the food, “Fine.” You said, forcing a smile onto your face as you glanced at him.

He looked at you suspiciously, but didn’t push it, which you were beyond grateful for.

In truth, you had woken up in the middle of the night because of another nightmare, but you had caught yourself before you could start screaming, trying to give Obi-Wan as much sleep as he could get.

Luckily for you, the topic seemed to fly right out of his mind as soon as the food was ready.

You had met Obi-Wan Kenobi at the mere age of four, being one of the youngest force-sensitive children ever to be sent out as a padawan learner.

When the Jedi master had first seen you, he thought that you were far too young for anything like that, but he soon learned that you were far beyond your years in terms of controlling the force.

It was no secret that he had grown fond of you immediately, taking you under his wing and caring for you more than other masters seemed to care about their padawans.

He would go out of his way to make sure that you had enough ration packs each day, keep watch at night if it meant that you could sleep, and constantly worrying about you when the two of you were sent on missions.

In a way, he felt like he had raised you.

Then Order 66 happened a year later, and everything you had ever known broke apart before your very eyes.

Within hours the Jedi Temple was gone, dead bodies littered across every hallway and in every room. The clones- your friends- had turned on you and your master while in the middle of a mission, trying to kill the two of you. The senator Padame Amidala, who you considered a friend, was said to have died while giving birth to twins. And Anakin Skywalker, a fellow master of yours, was rumored to have gone to the dark side before he was stopped by a very powerful Jedi Knight.

So when Obi-Wan said that he was going to Tatooine to watch over young Luke, you of course joined him, having absolutely nobody- and nowhere- left to go to.

To that day you still couldn’t grasp onto what had happened, waking up everyday to hoping that it was just a nightmare and you were really on a mission with Obi-Wan and Anakin, doing what you were supposed to do. Taking down the Sith to save the Galaxy.

Because even though it was a war, it was all that you had ever known and it gave you a sense of familiarity when you thought about it.

But everyday you woke up to disappointment.

The two of you began to eat your food in silence, each too consumed by your own thoughts to even attempt to make small talk, not that you guys had to anymore. You could pretty much tell what the other was thinking by just looking at them. That’s what happened when you spent so much time with a single person.

Afterwards, you each finished getting ready for the day and wordlessly went on your way.

You were both silent on the way to work, when you got there, while you were working, and on the way back to town.

What was there to speak about? You both saw each other every day, nothing new was happening with either of you that the other didn’t know about. No longer did you two have to discuss battle strategies or study maps until they were engraved in your mind.

People in the town would often whisper about you two.

The man and the teenager who were never seen apart, silently walking side by side. Her eyes sharp and his tired. Him moving in front of her protectively at the first sight of even a little bit of danger. Her being the one to do the talking if either of them ever had to. Both of them disappearing to wherever they lived at the end of the day, not to be seen again until they have to leave for work the next day.

The supposed father and daughter. Nobody knew their exact relationship, but they could only be left to assume after absolutely no information on them whatsoever.

Of course, neither of you knew about these whispers. Thinking that you were practically invisible to the town, not knowing that you’re the ones that the children made up stories about and the adults gossiped about.

And though both of you had lived there for ten years, and these people had seen you grow up from being a little girl, they still almost never tried to approach either of you.

“I’ll go get us some dinner.” You said quietly, not really finding the point in speaking up any louder.

Obi-Wan nodded, trusting you to be out on your own as he decided to focus on getting some new gloves, seeing how his were torn apart.

You floated through the crowds, not really noticing or caring that people parted for you slightly, and whispers of your name were leaving people's lips.

Your fake name, that is. You had to change it when you moved there, afraid that someone would find out who you truly were.

You made your way inside a small store, one of the very few that was able to afford an indoor shop, and began grabbing a couple of essentials for the rest of the week, before making your way over to a worker to pay.

The worker was a boy around your age from the looks of it, and he straightened up his slouched stance as soon as he saw you approach.

“I’ll just take these, please.” You said softly and politely.

When you and your master had moved to that planet, you had done everything in your power to lay low and that even meant changing your normally confident demeanor of your five year old self, into a shy and quiet one as to not bring attention to yourself.

And as time went on, you supposed that what you were pretending to be actually became a part of you, because you knew almost nothing else, your memory had begun to give out on you and you remembered less and less of what your life used to be like.

The boys mouth dropped open, probably not having expected you to talk, “Oh, uhh.- yes-right. Yes, that will be seven credits.” He stumbled a little over his words and you had to stifle a giggle.

A small smile appeared to have made its way onto your face though, and when the boy saw this a large grin grew on his own face.

You almost never smiled anymore, you couldn’t remember the last time you did that wasn’t with Obi-Wan. And even when you did with him, it was very brief and never lasted long because there wasn’t much in you lives to smile about.

Without dropping the smile, you handed him the credits and with a small ‘thank you’, you turned to walk away, but were stopped when you heard him call after you.

“Wait!” You turned, a little surprised, and saw him standing there, rubbing his hand up and down his neck, “I was just wondering if you- you know… wanted to meet up some time.”

This time, you were very surprised, and you let it show on your face.

“I mean, only if you want to.” He rushed out, eyes quickly widening in panic, “I get off of my shift in a couple hours and we can go to the cantina if you want!”

A slow smile made its way onto your expression, “Sure, that sounds nice.” You had no idea what was going on, but you couldn’t exactly say that you hated it. And what was wrong with making a friend?

“Great!” He proceeded to tell you the time he would be there and then ask you if you would be free then.

“Yes! I’m definitely free then-“ Before you could continue, you were cut off by another voice.

“There you are.” Obi-Wan's voice held a sharpness that you hadn’t heard in a long time. His back was tense and his eyes were hard, “You were taking a long time.”

If you hadn’t been surprised before, you sure as hell were now. He hadn’t used that tone with you since the war when you did something reckless (he hadn’t needed to after that because of how quickly you grew up and matured), never mind in front of another person, the ones that you two were supposed to be laying low in front of.

“Ben.” You said in surprise, the name still sounding forgein to you no matter how many times you have said it, “I was just-“

“Come on.” His voice was stern, and he was glaring slightly at the new boy who you were still yet to know the name of, “We need to go home.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” The boy piped up - and judging by Obi-Wans state- stupidly.

The man’s glare deepened, “I wasn’t speaking to you.” He practically hissed through gritted teeth.

Trying to shake off your confusion, you looked up at Obi-Wan, grabbing his arm gently and beginning to pull him away.

Whatever was happening was so… unlike him, and you almost felt like you couldn’t recognize the man standing in front of you when you looked over at him. He was wearing a look that you hadn’t remembered seeing since the time of the war.

Finally breaking his gaze away from the boy, he stomped off ahead of you, leaving you to try and jog to catch up with him, neither one of you sparing a look at the confused- and now slightly horrified- boy who was trying to figure out what had just happened.

The whole way back to your home, you had attempted to interrogate him about what had just happened, but he simply shrugged you off every time. Leaving you to eventually just give up.

By the time you had gotten back, you had made the decision to give him the silent treatment until he told you what was going on, and so far he wasn’t giving in. So neither were you.

When Obi-Wan had asked you if you wanted to accompany him to watch over Luke, you had just stared back at him blankly until he sighed and went by himself.

You were grateful that he didn’t push it, because then you could have time to yourself to sneak away and meet up with the boy. If Obi-Wan had a problem with it, then he should have just told you what was bothering him. Now he can live with the consequences of his actions.

With that, you changed into the nicest clothes that you owned- which weren’t much considering you didn’t need a lot while living on a desert planet while trying to lay low.

Giving yourself a nod of satisfaction, you made your way back into town and to the place where the boy had told you to meet him.

The cantina was a decent size, not as big as some you've been to, but not exactly as small either. It was pretty good considering the planet that you were on.

As soon as you had walked in, you had scanned the restaurant, only to come up empty handed when there was no sight of him.

You determined that you were probably just a few minutes early, and took a seat in the back corner facing the door so that you could see each other when he came in.

A droid had come over to ask for your order, but you had politely told it that you would just be waiting for someone and as soon as he came you would order.

You waited for half the night.

By that point you had become so aware of all the people whispering to one another, glancing and pointing at you. The girl who wouldn’t order because she was supposedly waiting for someone that was clearly never going to come.

So with as much dignity as you could muster, you stood straight up and walked out the door, keeping your chin raised and eyes forward, refusing to let people see how you were really feeling inside. Hiding your emotions from them.

Though you were young, you knew that people around your age all over the Galaxy had already experienced this type of thing a million times. But you weren’t like those people.

You were raised your whole life being told to have no attachments, and though you weren’t attached to that boy, you grew to realize that you had subconsciously become attached to the idea of having a friend- having anything normal.

So with an unsettling feeling in both your stomach and your heart, you trekked back to your home, head down and lost in deep thoughts.

As soon as you stepped in through the door, your eyes snapped up in surprise to see Obi-Wan pacing back and forth between the walls. Normally the two of you would camp out just outside of Luke's aunt and uncle's farm if you were watching over him and it got too late. So you hadn’t been expecting to see him back.

“Obi-“ He cut you off sharply.

“Where have you been?” He demanded, coming to a halt in front of you, and it wasn’t hard to detect the worry in his voice and face. Then a look of realization crossed his face, “You were meeting that boy weren’t you?” An indecipherable look appeared on his face and you couldn’t help but look away.

“Save the lecture.” You mumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, “He didn’t even show up.”

Obi-Wan felt his face and heart soften at hearing this, and he sighed before striding over to your side, seeing past your tough exterior. Looking - almost into your soul- and into the part of you that was hurting. In pain.

“I’m sorry.”

The sincerity on his voice made your eyes snap up to meet his, and for the first time since before you could remember, you felt your eyes well up in tears over something that had nothing to do with the war.

“I just wanted to be normal.” Your voice cracked and Obi-Wan felt a sadness swallow him up as well as a sense of guilt, it was probably his fault the boy didn’t show anyway.

“I know.” He mumbled, pulling you to his chest soothingly, gently rocking the two of you back and forth, “I know. I’m sorry.” He continued to mumble into your hair, placing a gentle kiss in it.

There were two things that Obi-Wan knew about his life at that moment. One of those things was that things would never go back to how they used to be. With the Jedi. With Anakin. Without the Empire. And the other thing was that no matter how old the two of you would get, Obi-Wan would do everything he could to look out for you. Just like he had for as long as you could remember.

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rose-sophia-isabella-rogers · 3 months

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Worth the Risk: Chapter II - After

Chapter Summary: The Clone Wars are almost over, everyone can feel it. But something sinister is happening. Forces stronger than you are reaching their hands for Anakin. Can you save him in time? Or will you unwillingly help bring ruin to the whole galaxy?

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Reader

Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Reader, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Yoda (only mentioned), Mace Windu (only mentioned), Ahsoka Tano (only mentioned), Rex, Sketcher, Shaak Ti, Count Dooku, Sheev Palpatine, Grievous (only mentioned), Padmé Amidala (only mentioned)

Word Count: 3562

A/N: Usually, I write fanfictions for female reader. But to be honest, I'm not sure if in this one it's said anywhere. So, for now I'm marking this as other, but if you see if it's said anywhere, please, let me know. This gif isn't my either. And there is a dialogue from "Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith". Enjoy!

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Somehow, you and Anakin make this secret relationship work. Of course, the Clones are a big help. Sometimes, you think they're more excited about it than you. You can't tell how many times they've saved you from being discovered by someone. You fear one day you're going to get a heart attack. But it's worth it. Oh, so much.

Every time you and Skywalker have a moment alone, your heart is soaring. It's not always about physical contact, it's also about being with each other without hiding your feelings. It's surprisingly freeing. And it makes you happy. And Anakin as well. You don't think you've ever seen him smile like that like when he's with you and he lets his emotions show. You love that. You love that smile, the fact you can make him this happy… You love him.

Skywalker has the same. He also notices you're happier when you two are together. Whenever he makes you laugh, he can't stop grinning, because it's him that caused that laugh. You're more relaxed and peaceful, too. And that smile when your eyes are shining… he'd do anything to protect that smile. He's head over heels for you and he knows it. But he wouldn't have it any other way.

The day you two go further is perfect. He's the perfect gentleman, making sure you're certain about it. He's soft and caring, afraid of hurting you. You keep assuring him you're fine and give him everything you have, same as he. You also care about his comfort. You lay in each other's arms for a long time after that.

You're also a big emotional support to each other. When one comes back from a hard mission, the other is there for them. Sometimes to distract, other times just simply being.

One time you're both on such hard mission. When you arrive back to the Jedi Temple, you sneak out to a secluded place in a garden. You talk about it quietly, holding hands.

Obi-Wan looks for you, worried about you, as he's been briefed about what happened. Your former Master can't be here for you, as she's on Kamino, so he wants to comfort both his former Padawan and you. But how is he supposed to do that, when you're nowhere to be found?

Finally, he finds himself in a garden. It's a pure accident he turns into the hidden alley you and Anakin are sitting in. He sighs, relieved to finally succeed. He heads your way. He opens his mouth to let you know about his presence, but he notices your entwined hands. He stops and frowns. He observes Skywalker tracing your knuckles with his thumb. Then, you lay your head on his shoulder and he gently lays his head on yours.

'Oh, Maker,' Obi-Wan sighs quietly and retreats. He quickly finds himself on the corridors of the Temple. Soon he comes across Rex and Sketcher. They both seem to be looking for something. They're whispering nervously and glancing around. Kenobi frowns. Now that he thinks about it, the Clones from your legions often seemed to make him busy and they only stopped when you and Anakin showed up… with flushed faces.

'General!' they both say, saluting, once he gets close to them. He stops and crosses his arms. He observes them with narrowed eyes. They're perfectly calm.

'So how long has it been going on?' he asks. '[Y/N] and Anakin.'

'What do you mean, sir?' Sketcher asks, not showing any sign of worry.

'I've tried to ignore what I sensed from them,' Obi-Wan says. 'I trusted they're both responsible enough not to… indulge. But I can't say the same after I saw them just know, being closer to each other than two Jedi should ever be.'

Sketcher and Rex are quiet. How to get out of this one? They can't rat you out. But they know there's no lying to Kenobi now. Suddenly, the Jedi sighs.

'I'm not going to get them into trouble,' he promises. 'I just want to know when this started, because… I've noticed some change in them lately. And I wonder if that's the reason. So tell me. Would it be more or less when you locked them in that storage closet?'

The Clones look at each other, uncomfortable. Obi-Wan sighs and pinches his nose.

'And you've all been covering for them,' he says and looks behind himself. 'Well… Like I said, I won't tell.'

'Uh… with all due respect… but why, sir?' Rex asks. 'It's against your code.'

'Because we're at war,' Kenobi answers, looking back at his companions with a sad smile. 'And they're still kids. They deserve some happiness. I trust them not to do something stupid because of their feelings. Well, at least I trust [Y/N]. And that she will stop Anakin from doing it.'

The Clones chuckle. The Jedi winks at them. He puts his finger to his lips.

'Don't tell them I know,' he says. They nod seriously and Obi-Wan walks away.

'So… what now?' Sketcher asks after a moment passes.

'We continue hiding them from others,' Rex answers and marches away. Sketcher sighs, troubled, and follows him. To be honest, what else can they do?

Dooku and Grievous have kidnapped Palpatine. You, Anakin and Obi-Wan are sent to rescue him. If it were up to you, you'd let them have him, as you distrust the Chancellor and don't like him. He gives you bad feelings. But it's not, so you follow orders.

At some point, you get separated from your friends. When you finally reach them, annoyed because you had to fight with many droids to get here, you're surprised to find Kenobi unconscious. But before you can rush to him, you see Skywalker holding Dooku at blade point with both his own lightsaber and the Count's.

'Kill him,' Palpatine says, shocking you. 'Kill him now!'

'I shouldn't…' the Jedi says, hesitating.

'Do it!' the Chancellor urges him.

'Anakin,' you quickly speak up, letting others know about your presence. You think you see Palpatine grimacing, but it's so quick you're not sure. Skywalker glances at you.

'[Y/N],' he says.

'You beat him,' you say and smile. 'Well done. I knew you could do it.'

He smiles back. You walk slowly to him. You ignore Palpatine and look at Dooku. He eyes you warily. He wants to glare at you, but realizes you might have just saved his life.

'I got it,' you say quietly to your lover. 'You free the Chancellor and help Obi-Wan. Not necessarily in that order.'

Anakin chuckles and shakes his head. He frees Palpatine and rushes to his former master. You can sense the Chancellor's gaze on you. But quickly he follows Skywalker, talking to him quietly. You don't like that, but you can't take your eyes off Dooku… who has no hands. Oh, Maker…

'I don't suppose you'd like to collaborate?' you ask.

'On the contrary,' the Count denies. 'I am going to fully cooperate.'

'Huh? Why?' you ask, stunned. Anger flashes in his eyes.

'Revenge,' he spats out. Okaaaay… you don't want to be the person that wronged him so much he's ready to cooperate with you.

'Get up,' you say, as he's on his knees. He stands up and calmly walks before you. Anakin carries Obi-Wan on his back and you attempt to escape. You're barely caught by Grievous, but you manage to escape, with now awake Kenobi.

Back at Coruscant, you're all praised for your heroics, especially Skywalker. But once everyone leaves him be and Dooku is taken away, he takes you with him to a secluded place. He's very worried.

'I almost killed him,' he says at once. 'An unarmed man. If you haven't had come…'

'But I did,' you say, quickly cupping his face. 'And it's not you. I've heard Palpatine urging you.'

'He just… he feared Dooku is too dangerous to be kept alive,' Anakin defends the Chancellor. You sigh. They're friends and it's hard to say a word against Palpatine to Skywalker.

'I know you two are close,' you say. 'But that makes you unable to see his flaws. And trust me, there are many. One of them is him urging you to kill someone, even though he's well aware it's against your principles and well, simply wrong.'

'You don't understand,' Anakin says angrily, pulling away from you. 'The Chancellor wants the best for the galaxy. He has a huge responsibility.'

'But he has no right to decide who lives and who dies,' you argue. Skywalker wants to fight about it. But decides against it. He just huffs and marches away. You call after him, but he doesn't stop.

Not long after you hear that Dooku has somehow escaped. Anakin is angry and blames himself. You know he believes he should have killed him when he had a chance. This urges you to find the Count before he does.

Every Jedi on the planet is looking for him. But somehow no one is able to find him. Suddenly, as if the Force has nudged you in the right direction, you remember what happened when you captured him. Dooku has promised to cooperate, yes. But he also said it's because he wants revenge. And a moment before it was Palpatine who urged Anakin to kill the Count…

Anxious, you rush to the building of the Senate. You maneuver your way to the Chancellor's office. His security is dead. You burst inside and you see Dooku, with cybernetic hands, on his knees. Palpatine is a bit away. He looks at you with relief (which seems fake to you, but okay).

'Master Jedi, how good,' he says. 'He… he tried to kill me. Please...'

You eye the Chancellor. Because you can't explain how did he manage to bring the Count on his knees. Unless…

'Don't believe a word he says,' Dooku says, breathing heavily, and looks you in the eyes. 'He's the Sith Lord you've been looking for.'

A cold shiver runs down your spine. Palpatine chuckles, amused at the suggestion. Or trying to sound like that. But his laugh dies down, when he sees the way you look at him.

'You don't believe him, [Y/N], do you?' he asks. Oh, his tone. So patronizing. He always talks to you like that and it annoys you to no end.

'Actually, that makes a perfect sense,' you answer, slowly grabbing your lightsaber and lightning it. 'To be honest, I've never trusted you. And I had my suspicions. But I had no way to be sure. Nor to prove it.'

'I see,' Palpatine says and suddenly his face twists. 'So be it.'

He's so fast you barely manage to block his attack when he jumps at you. The fight begins and you quickly realize you're way over your head. You're powerful, yes. But still young and not experienced. You don't give up, but you fear that if help doesn't arrive, you're going to die. You can already see Palpatine blaming Dooku for your death. No one will know the truth. So you push on, determined not to let the Sith win.

But suddenly your lightsaber is knocked out of your hand. Palpatine starts choking you with the Force and lifts you up. You try to use the Force to stop him, but he's stronger than you.

'I must thank you,' he says, smiling sinisterly. 'Your death will be the thing that pushes Anakin over to the Dark Side.'

You look at him with alarm, finally understanding. For years, the Chancellor has been grooming your lover as his apprentice. Killing Dooku was supposed to be another step. You stopped it. But now you may bring it to come after all.

'No…' you wheeze, your eyes watering. Palpatine smiles sinisterly. You feel the life escaping you.

But suddenly, the Sith is thrust against the wall. His hold on you is lost and you fall on the ground, gasping for breath. When you look up, you're shocked to see Anakin in the room, glaring with fury at the Chancellor.

'I thought you're my friend!' he shouts, feeling betrayed.

'I am,' Palpatine quickly says, lifting himself up. 'I am, Anakin. I'm your only true friend. Join me, Anakin. Together we will achieve peace. Only I see your power. Only I truly value you.'

'Not only you,' Skywalker says after a moment, looking at you. Relief fills you. In that moment you understand that Palpatine has lost his chance with his attempt on your life. Anakin will never join him now.

The Jedi lights his weapon and charges at the Sith. They quickly begin fighting. You're surprised how matched they are. Maybe because Skywalker is angry. It worries you, but you know there's no point in calming him down now. So, you try to regain your strength as you watch him duel Palpatine… and finally winning.

'Anakin…' you say quietly, as Skywalker holds his lightsaber to the Chancellor's neck. 'Don't let him win.'

'But if he lives…' the Jedi starts.

'And if you kill him, this will hunt you forever,' you say gently. 'He was your friends. Or at least you believed that. Don't go this path.'

Anakin hesitates. But you see him lowering his weapon. You exhale, relieved.

'Pardon me,' Dooku says, suddenly showing up behind Palpatine. 'But since I'm already on the Dark Side…'

He takes a swing with Chancellor's lightsaber and cuts off his head. Skywalker moves aways, shocked. The Sith Lord's body falls on the ground. You stare at it with wide eyes.

'Well, at least it's certain he won't suddenly show up,' you say weakly. 'There's no way he survived that.'

Hearing your voice seems to wake up Anakin. At once he's at your side and falls on his knees. He takes you in his arms and holds you tight, his body shaking. Yours is shaking as well. You hold on to him, so happy you're both alive and well.

'It's over,' Skywalker murmurs. 'It's finally over.'

'There's still-' you start.

'No,' Anakin interrupts you. 'It's over. It's over…'

You decide to go with it for now and close your eyes. Skywalker presses a kiss to your head and you sit like that for a long time. Watched by Dooku, who's just standing there awkwardly, not wanting to ruin the moment for you two, but also wanting to escape.

Some time later, Obi-Wan and Shaak Ti rush through the corridors of the senate building. They burst into Palpatine's office. Their eyes quickly find you and Anakin, still on the floor, still hugging. Your former masters exhale with relief. They look at each other and exchange a knowing smile. Looks like they were right to let your love bloom.

The war is over. Obi-Wan has captured Grievous and the Separatists' leaders where captured. Some were shocked about the identity of the Sith Lord, some didn't believe you, but all was resolved. Dooku has escaped after giving his statement about Palpatine. For some reason, the search for him is no longer so frantic. Your actions grant you and Anakin the ranks of Masters in the Council. Except…

'You want to leave?' you ask your lover one night in the garden. He has asked you to meet him here.

'We've brought peace to the Galaxy,' he says. 'I've done what they wanted. What was expected from me. Now… I want to do what I want. For the first time in my life.'

'And that is…?' you ask hesitantly. He cups your face and looks you in the eyes.

'Being with you,' he answers. 'In the open. Living a life. Together.'

'You've always wanted to be granted the rank of the Master, though,' you point out, even though his words fill you with joy.

'But then I've found out you feel the same,' Skywalker says, smiling. You can't help but respond in kind.

'However, I know how important being a Jedi is for you,' he says, slowly backing away. 'So-'

You shut him up by kissing him. He quickly pulls you closer and answers.

'Let's do it,' you whisper. He beams at you and kisses you again. And again. Boy, how you love when he kisses you…

The Council is surprised by your decision, of course (except for Obi-Wan, Yoda and Shaak Ti). They try to persuade you to change your minds. You don't budge. Ahsoka understands your decision and is thrilled by it, to be honest. She's shipped you two as well. Soon enough she's helping you, together with Padmé, to find an apartment.

Once you choose one and settle in, you throw up a party. You invite everyone you know. The Clones are enough to make it hard to move around, but by some miracle everyone fits in. It's a huge success and almost everyone stays until bright morning. Your closes friends even stay to help you clean after the party. When even they're out, all that is left for you and Anakin, is to put back the dishes.

'I'm honestly surprised how many people have showed up,' your boyfriend says.

'I know,' you agree. 'Even the Jedi Masters were here.'

'Yeah, even Master Windu, which's honestly shocking,' Skywalker says. 'I was stunned into silence when I saw him.'

'I had the same with Master Yoda,' you chuckle. 'Still, it was very nice of them to come. And support us with our decision.'

Anakin hums in agreement. You look at him.

'Though I think Obi-Wan and Ahsoka are really going to miss you,' you say.

'I think they're going to miss you more,' Skywalker chuckles. You give him a look. He sighs.

'I guess,' he admits. 'Obi-Wan didn't want to let go of me, when he was leaving. But it's not like we're not going to see each other. I'm sure they're going to visit us often. And we will drop by the Temple.'

'Oh, I can imagine you walking into the Temple straight from your work as a mechanic, greasy clothes and all, coming across the Council,' you laugh.

'Ha, I can almost see Master Windu's disapproving looks,' your boyfriend chuckles. 'Speaking of work… have you finally decided on something?'

'No, but I'd like to remind you that I had no life before I was a Jedi,' you answer. 'Being a Jedi is all I know. All I ever was. I have to figure out who I am without it first.'

Anakin takes your hand in his. He smiles at you.

'Don't worry, we have all the time in the world,' he says. You smile back. He winks at you.

You're done with the dishes, so you get ready for sleep. It may be morning already, but you're both exhausted. First preparations for the party, then the party itself. You take a quick shower and go to your shared bedroom. Anakin has showered first, so he's already in bed and he's lowered down the blinds, so it's as dark in the room as if it was a night.

'Ready, Chosen One?' you ask, untangling your wet hair with your hand. Skywalker rolls his eyes.

'Stop calling me that,' he asks.

'Hey, you are one,' you remind him, getting under the covers with him. 'You brought back balance, defeated the Sith, saved everyone.'

'Maybe, but you saved me,' your boyfriend says softly and looks you in the eyes. 'First you stopped me from killing Dooku, then from killing Palpatine. If you hadn't… maybe I wouldn't have been able to free myself from the Dark Side.'

'Luckily, we will never have to find out,' you say, squeezing his hand and smiling. He takes your hand and brings it to his lips. He presses a kiss to it.

'I'm so glad we've decided to give us a try,' he says and reaches out to cup your face. 'You are the best thing that's ever happened to me.'

'And you are mine,' you say, touching his forehead with yours. After a moment you both move your faces and your lips join in a sweet kiss.

'I love you, [Y/N],' he whispers when you pull away.

'I love you, Anakin,' you whisper at the same time. You look at each other and laugh.

'Whatever happens next… I'm glad to have you by my side,' your boyfriend says. You hum with a nod and you both lay down. You put your head on Skywalker's chest.

'It's weird,' you say. 'For the past three years it was living from battle to battle. It was horrible, but at least I knew what's coming. And now… it's a big unknown.'

'It's definitely going to be difficult,' Anakin agrees. 'But we'll manage. We've succeeded in defeating the Sith Lord. Nothing is worse nor harder than that.'

'Except for taxes,' you point out. Skywalker's face falls.

'Except for taxes,' he agrees. 'But we'll do. Somehow…'

You hum and close your eyes. You don't want to think about it now.

'Goodnight,' you say.

'Goodnight,' your boyfriend says. You sense him looking at you with a wide smile.

'What is it?' you ask.

'I can do that every night now,' he explains, hugging you tightly. 'Until death do us part.'

'We're not married yet,' you yawn.

'Yet?' Anakin asks, grinning.

'Oh, shut up Skywalker.'

'Make me, [L/N].'

'Maybe I will.'

'I definitely wouldn't mind. But then we won't sleep at all.'

'That may be true… I love you.'

'And I love you. Forever and always.'

A/N: Thank you for reading! Let me know your thoughts! Reblog, like and comment if you could. Every comment makes my day! I hope you enjoyed this little story. See you in the next fanfiction!

This can also be found on Archive of Our Own: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53898226/chapters/136425739

#anakin skywalker #reader #anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin & reader #anakin & you #anakin/reader #anakin/you #star wars #the clone wars #revenge of the sith

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catboydogma · 2 years

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inchoate

day 4 prompts: fairy tales, only one bed -- continuation of in silhouettes . if you don't want to read it but want to read this: essentially, obi-wan is a gargoyle but he and cody broke the curse that made him turn into stone during the day. now he's come to live with cody and his family

cross-posted to ao3 + codywan week22 masterlist !

wc: 768

tags: au - beauty and the beast fusion, cuddling + snuggling, technically another wingfic?, meet the family

They reached the Fett homestead a few hours after nightfall, just as the sun stopped painting the horizon in velvet red-violet and wistful golds. The moon was nearly full and the cicadas were buzzing frantically: amidst everything and the perpetual damp of Scotland, Cody had forgotten that it was almost summer.

Obi-Wan shifted on Boga beside him. His wings shuffling in the dark sounded like the boughs of some great tree—sh, sh, sh. An owl called out in the night and Obi-Wan turned his head to hear it. The jagged silhouettes of his great horns were sliced into stark relief by the moonlight. Cody swallowed, throat aching, and touched his elbow. It still felt like a dream sometimes: the way Obi-Wan leaned toward him like a flower to the sun, the austere beauty of his face and feathers and gentle hands, the sound of his voice murmuring his name in the night in an echo of the owl’s questing cry.

“Just down here.” Cody directed his own horse forward with a nudge of his knee and Obi-Wan followed. The homestead was a sprawling series of buildings, all added onto the main house over the years. Cody himself hadn’t come until relatively recently, when he could no longer work as a soldier and well after Jango had passed away and left the homestead in the hands of Cody’s siblings and cousins.

Obi-Wan let out an airy sound of voiceless surprise at his elbow, coming to a stop and shying back at the spill of warm light and sound from the open doorway. The younger Fetts would be asleep by now, but some of the brothers closer to Cody would still be awake.

“You don’t have to come in,” Cody said, nudging his elbow against Obi-Wan’s. “But I can promise that you’ll be safe here, Obi-Wan.”

“It’s not that I’m worried about,” Obi-Wan told him, which Cody suspected to be a fat fucking lie. “This is… it’s your home.”

“Yeah.” Cody dismounted and looked up at Obi-Wan. “It’s my home. And I want you to be here, home with me.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Alright.” Obi-Wan dismounted. They led their horses to the stable together and got them settled. Boga seemed delighted by the company and Obi-Wan left her with a fond brush of his hand down her flank. His wings folded tighter and tighter to his back as they got closer to the main building, though, until Cody brushed a hand down the line of one and then looped an arm around his waist. Obi-Wan’s horns knocked against the side of his temple as he pressed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s bearded jaw.

The Fett family was no stranger to curses. They were nowhere near as magical as Obi-Wan seemed to be but Cody was fairly sure the witch Bly kept going to see about “tinctures” and “ointments” was actually a lover and there was a sphinx-woman that Rex had introduced to the rest of them a few times. The sight of Obi-Wan in the too-warm, gold-bright kitchen of the Fett homestead made Cody feel as if someone had socked him in the jaw. Rote introductions were carried out: Gregor earnestly offered embarrassing childhood stories of Cody to fulfill his duty as next-youngest brother, Wolffe gave Obi-Wan a brief and quiet shovel talk, and Fox made disgusted noises at a moderate volume about how disgusting Cody was for being in love. They retired to Cody’s room after an appropriate interval.

“Well,” Obi-Wan said, standing just inside the closed door and looking about with a slightly lost expression.

“It’s no grand castle,” Cody said.

Obi-Wan snorted, the sound loud and abrupt in their little dark room. “Ruined castle, more like. I prefer a roof without holes and unbroken windows.” He came closer, slinking towards Cody with that even, sinuous predator’s stride of his. There was a flash of white teeth as he grinned, and then his arms slipped around Cody’s waist and he bent his head to nuzzle the top of Cody’s forehead. “And I find I much prefer the company.”

“Can’t be beat,” Cody said, pressing into the touch and pressing his hands to the warm, downy skin of Obi-Wan’s back. He meant to kiss Obi-Wan but ended up stuffing his face in Obi-Wan’s shoulder and yawning wide enough to crack his jaw. Obi-Wan’s soft chuckle followed him as they undressed and slipped into bed. Obi-Wan laid on his side and let his wings flop onto the floor in a feathery spill. Cody settled in front of him, back to chest, and felt more than heard Obi-Wan’s slow sigh of contentment.

#codywanweek2022 #sol's codywan week 22 #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #only one bed #au - beauty and the beast #au - fairy tale #cuddling #fluff #a heat rash in the shape of the show me state

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After the Fire ~ Chapter Nineteen

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a grievously wounded Thorin is brought back to the kingdom of Erebor, which is still mostly in ruins. Although he’s survived the wounds he received at the end of Azog’s blade, his recovery is far from complete. Grief, regret, anger, all are making his journey that much more difficult and the physical recovery isn’t quite the most difficult challenge he faces.

Jasna Stoneham is no stranger to loss, as she is a survivor of Smaug’s wrath upon Esgaroth. When she is asked to help the dwarves healers of Erebor, her instinct is to say no, but she needs the job, and so agrees to it. However, no one told her that of all the patients, she would be responsible for the king himself, Thorin Oakenshield.

Unfortunately, the road to recovery isn’t necessary a smooth one, but if there’s one thing Thorin will learn, it’s that Jasna is just as stubborn as he is and for every step back he takes, she is there to push him three steps forward. And Jasna will soon find out that there is a gentle, softer side to the dwarf king, one that very few people have ever seen and one he fights to keep hidden from her as well. But like his recovery, that is also easier said than done.

Jasna and Narnerra spend a rare day off in Dale…

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Jasna Stoneham

Characters: Jasna, Thorin, Óin, Kíli, Fíli, Ormir, Narnerra

Warnings: none

Rating: T

Word Count: 3,037

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“Why are you so chipper this mornin’, lassie?”

Jasna smiled at Óin. “I slept very well last eve.”

A total lie. She was exhausted, as she only made it to her room in the infirmary just before Narnerra shuffled in. So, all in all, she had maybe a half an hour’s worth of sleep all told.

But that didn’t matter. She was tired, but she also felt as if she could fly if someone asked her to do so. She just wished she could share it with someone.

She wished Anissa was there with her. She could tell Anissa everything she’d been feeling since Thorin’s lips first touched hers right there in this same infirmary. Anissa would understand. She would be excited for Jasna, for this wonderful new thing she’d discovered with Thorin. They’d have giggled and whispered back and forth until Narnerra came knocking on the door.

Kíli was sitting up under his own power now, and although he’d lost a bit of weight in the fortnight since coming off the battlefield, he no longer looked quite so gray and wan now. Like his uncle, he would be back to as he was—more or less—in the very near future. He was a true testament to the power of elf magic in healing.

Even now, he smiled as she came over. “Miss Jasna!”

“Please,” she shook her head, “n-no Miss. J-just Jasna is fine. How are you feeling today?”

He nodded, his black curls bobbing about. “I feel very well, thank you. I received word last eve that Tauriel was on her way. I’m looking forward to introducing her to ’Amad.”

“I’m not so certain ’Amad feels the same,” Fíli replied, his voice soft and dry.

She looked over at him. His legs had been casted from hip to foot, and as he healed, those casts would eventually become smaller. But, he wiggled his toes and complained about his legs itching, and that gave Óin hope that eventually, Fíli would be up on his feet again. He would most likely always walk with a limp, but he would adjust to that in time.

“And how are y-you f-feeling, Your Highness?”

“The itch on my left leg is driving me mad,” he replied with a scowl. “But, at the same time, I’m happy to feel it.”

“Let me see what I can do.” She came over to his bedside and let her hand come to rest against his. “D-do you h-h-h-happen to know if any of the dw-dw-dw—women—here knit?”

“I’ve no idea, no. Why?”

“A knitting needle will help with the itching. I need only f-f-find you one.”

“Or, perhaps, two?” A tired, but angelic grin accompanied his words.

“I’ll see what I c-c-c-can do.”

“Ah, look who’s up and flirting already. And here I thought it would be your brother, Fíli.”

Thorin’s deep voice rumbled through her, setting loose a flurry of butterflies in her belly, and making what seemed like every hair on her body stand on end in the most delicious way possible. The air stirred behind her and as it did, an image of him above her, in the dark, his eyes glittering with sensual promise, his dark hair tumbling all around them as if to hide them from the world, and his body bare against hers slid through her mind.

“Good morning, Miss Stoneham,” he said, coming around to the far side of Kíli’s bed. “How are you this morning?”

Shyness swirled through her, her cheeks growing warm as she had to fight to make herself meet those beautiful blue eyes. And when she did, the butterflies multiplied, their frenzied wings battering her insides with enough force that she had a difficult time catching her breath. She felt wonderfully dizzy and delightfully giddy and wished above all else she could slide her arms about his neck and pull him down to meet her lips.

But, of course, she could do no such thing, and in fact, all she could do was hope like mad her cheeks weren’t anywhere near as red as they felt, for they indeed felt blazing hot and brilliantly scarlet. Still, she managed to maintain her composure. “G-g-good morning, Your M-M-Majesty. I am w-w-w-well. And you?”

He offered up a slow smile that made her belly flutter even more and there was no mistaking the tenderness in his eyes as he held her gaze and said, “I am wonderful, actually. A fine night will do that.”

Her cheeks grew warmer still, while Kíli looked from his uncle to her and said, “Am I missing a joke?”

“Not at all,” Thorin told him, his hand coming to rest on Kíli’s shoulder. “How do you fare this morning?”

“Me?” Kíli pressed a hand into his chest. “I’m feeling a sight better than I was a fortnight ago. But not quite as good as you feel, apparently.”

“Tauriel is on her way,” Fíli broke in. “And he is over the moon about it.”

“You do not share this joy, I take it?” Thorin moved around to Fíli’s bedside.

“It’s not mine to share, Uncle. And ’Amad will not be happy losing him to a she-elf. Especially a Woodland elf.”

“I don’t think that will matter much.” Thorin shook his head. “She will be grateful to Tauriel for what she did for you, for your brother, and that’s what matters.”

“I wish to marry her,” Kíli looked up at Jasna, his dark eyes bright and his smile wistful, “and ’Amad will think me mad for that.”

“Because you are mad,” Fíli told him.

“And you are as well, for you wish you were me.”

“Enough, both of you,” Thorin growled. Then he looked up at Jasna again. “How are they both doing this morning over all?”

“Very well.” She smiled as the butterflies quieted for a moment. “Óin is considering d-d-d-discharging Kíli very s-s-s-soon. He’s very p-p-pleased with his pr-pr-progress.”

“And I, lucky dwarf that I am, will be the proud owner of a new, slightly smaller cast,” Fíli broke in bitterly.

“You need be p-p-patient,” Jasna told him, covering his hands with hers to give them a squeeze. “You know how lucky you are, do not rush it and risk re-injuring yourself.”

“Easier said than done.”

“T-t-trust me,” she told him, smiling down at him. “I kn-kn-kn—”

“Ahh… I see we’re lucky enough ta still have ye stammerin’ in our faces.”

Her spine stiffened, an icy chill washing over her at Ormir’s sharp voice. She ignored him, forcing her gaze to remain on Fíli. “I know it isn’t e-e-e-e—”

“Easy, stupid! The word ye canna say is easy! And it is, ye know? For one who isna an idiot.”

The chill grew warm as Thorin slowly turned toward Ormir. “I beg your pardon? Did you just call Miss Stoneham stupid and idiot? Did I hear you correctly?”

“Aye, tha’s right, I did. And she is! Listen ta her! Blabberin’ on like a fool, canna string together a coherent thought! It’s a wonder she hasna killed a body!”

Her eyes stung even as she tightened her hand over Fíli’s. “It isn’t easy, but it will come to p-p-p-p—“

“Pass! Mahal, where did Óin find ye? Yer mum shoulda drowned ye a’ birth, ye—”

“Enough!” Thorin’s voice boomed out like a thunderclap, making everyone, including her, Óin, and Narnerra, jump. “I will not stand here and listen to this! Where is Dáin? Someone go find him and tell him I want to see him immediately. I want this filth out of this infirmary and out of my kingdom now. Óin!”

“Aye?”

“Go and find him. Now.”

“As ye wish.”

Jasna’s throat tightened as Ormir refused to be quiet. “Aw, are ye sweet on this little fool, Thorin? Perhaps she’s got at least tha’ goin’ fer her.”

“At least what?” Thorin growled, and Jasna looked up to see him cross the room toward Ormir’s bed. “Explain yourself.”

“On her back. Tha’s all she’d be good fer, ye ask me. And I’m no’ even sure o’that! I mean, she’s nae beauty, but in the dark, wha’ does it matter?”

“Shut yer damn mouth, ye bleedin’ fool!” Dáin bellowed as he strode into the infirmary with Óin. “Are ye as stupid as ye look? How dare ye say such rubbish ta the woman what saved yer sorry hide? Get up from tha’ bed now, bugger, and ye march your arse ta my chambers now!”

Ormir threw back the covers and slowly rose. “It’s about time. I don’ want the likes of tha’ who—”

Whatever he was going say when only half-said as Dáin pulled out his sword and growled, “Think verra carefully, laddie, before ye finish tha’ thought and get movin’.”

Ormir went red-faced, then pale, then turned and marched as best he could with a limp out of the infirmary. Jasna pressed her lips together as she fought to focus on Fíli. “So, as I was s-s-saying—”

“Why don’t ye take the morning off, lass?” Óin murmured, catching her forearm to draw her away from Fíli. “Ye promised the lad knitting needles before he loses his mind and I think ye’ll be able to find some in Dale, so whyn’t you do that instead?”

The eyes all still trained on her made her wish she could melt into the floor. Slowly, she nodded. “If you’re ce-ce-certain you don’t n-n-n-need—”

“We will muddle through.”

She swallowed hard and nodded, then forced a too-cheerful smile to her lips as she said, “Is there anything I m-m-might f-f-fetch for anyone whilst I’m there?”

Kíli smiled. “Chocolate. I care not what sort or how much.”

“Chocolate.” She bobbed her head. “I’ll see wh-wh-what I can f-f-find.” She turned to Thorin. “Your M-M-Majesty?”

“Thank you, but no. I—”

“Thorin!” Dís bustled into the infirmary, the beads in her beard braids clacking merrily. “I’ve received word the rest of the clan from Ered Luin will be arriving this afternoon, so we should probably sit down with Dori and work out some sort of menu for a welcoming this evening.”

Thorin’s expression suggested he’d rather nail his own foot to the floor, but he nodded. “Of course, Dís. I would be remiss if I didn’t.”

“Good. I just spoke to him and he’s free now, so we’d best get this over with.”

Jasna tried not to feel any disappointment when Thorin followed his sister. After all, he certainly couldn't kiss her goodbye or hug her or anything out of the ordinary.

At her insistence.

She fought back a sigh as she watched him leave the infirmary, then turned to see Fíli looking up at her with one brow slightly raised. “What?”

“Nothing.” He smiled. “He’s protective of you, is all. That’s a good thing.”

“He is just a kind man.”

“Don’t tell him that.” Kíli shook his head. “He’ll argue that point until you’ll begin to think he’s right.”

“All right then,” she stepped back from them both, “knitting needles and chocolate, any sort and any amount. Óin? Would you or Narnerra like something from the sweetshop as well?”

“Oh, that’s not necessary, lass.” Óin smiled. “Ye just enjoy yerself. Actually,” he glanced over at Narnerra. “Why don’t you ask Narnerra to go with you? She could use a day out and it’s very calm here.”

“Are you certain?”

“Aye. She could use a change of scenery.”

“Speaking of that, Óin,” Kíli broke in, “perhaps, I can—”

“Hush, laddie. Ye’ll leave when I decide yer ready and not a moment before.”

Jasna bit back a smile as Kíli pouted, but then Óin said, “Go on, lassie. Enjoy.”

“Thank you, Óin.”

“Yer welcome. And don’t let Ormir get to ye. He’s a pinhead. Always was, always will be.”

She bobbed her head and then took herself off to cross over to Narnerra, who put up a ghost of a fight about going into Dale, but not half an hour later, the two of them stepped out into the bright sunshine of a balmy day warm with the hints of coming spring. Jasna’s spirits rose as they crested the main road to Dale.

“I think spring is going to c-c-come early.”

“I hope so,” Narnerra replied. “I’ve had enough of cold and snow. I’d like to be able to go out into the courtyard and see where I might able to plant my herbs.”

“What?”

“Oh, yes,” the healer nodded, “I’ve brought packets of seeds from Ered Luin, I’ve quite a number of cuttings taking root in my flat, and now, I need a place to plant them all. Dale has some of what we can use, but not nearly enough. Not yet, anyway. This way, I’ll have what we need on hand, should any more darkness trouble us.”

Jasna smiled, casting a glance over her shoulder at Erebor’s stone façade. She could still see where the stone had been broken, but it was slowly being repaired. Scaffolding had been erected along the eastern face of the entrance, and now workmen toiled from sunup to sundown to repair the broken and crumbling stone.

“I hope you have good soil back there. It seemed a bit r-r-rocky to me.”

“It is. I’ve my work cut out for me.” Narnerra shrugged. “But, I’ll put Gimli to work as well. That boy loves being out of doors. And since he’s so much younger than the others, he spends so much time on his own, he might as well be productive.”

“There aren’t m-m-many children in Erebor, I’ve n-n-n-noticed.”

“There aren’t, indeed. It’s practically a miracle when a dwarf couple is blessed with a child. That’s why Thorin has already named Fíli as his heir. Even if he married tomorrow, there is no guarantee he and his queen would be blessed.”

“And if he doesn’t marry?”

“Not all dwarves do and I think he will be one of them, if he has his way. Oh, he’s got his hands full enough as it is. No time for courtship or any of that. He has his heir in Fíli, and that’s all he really needs. Oh, look! The toy shop is open now! I need to pop in here, so I’ll meet you on at the sweetshop, then.”

Narnerra didn't wait for her to respond, but hurried off, leaving Jasna to smile and shake her head before turning back to head to the sweetshop. And then the home goods shop.

****

The sun had begun to sink into the horizon and Narnerra laughed as Jasna hurried along. “You won’t get into trouble, Jasna.”

“I know, b-b-b-but, I’ve been out all d-d-d-day.” She looked down at the bags in her hands and had to shake her head. She’d found chocolate for Kíli and needles for Fíli, and then she’d found some new jars she thought would look nice in the infirmary, for they weren’t cracked and missing lids like the ones currently there. And these had ravens on them, which she thought was fitting. She found a book of recipes for baked goods that she thought Óin would like, especially since he’d confided in her one late night how he enjoyed baking as a way to relax, and then complained how stingy Dori was with his own cookbooks. She’d also found a scarf for Narnerra and looked very forward to giving them their gifts even though Yule was still three-quarters of the year away. She just wanted to say thank you to the two healers who’d been so gracious in sharing their knowledge with her, for being willing to teach her, and to put up with her stammer.

But most of all, she found something for Thorin. She hadn’t intended to buy presents for everyone, but when she saw something, that went by the wayside and especially where Thorin was concerned. It was a thick rope of dark brown leather, adorned with a silver charm of a raven in flight. As soon as she saw it, she could envision it on his massive wrist. And perhaps, when she took her leave of Erebor, it would be a keepsake for him to remember her by.

But, she couldn't tell Narnerra that was the reason she was in so great a hurry. She hoped to catch him before dinner, although she wasn’t entirely certain exactly how to do that. Perhaps snag him on his way to the Great Hall? She hadn’t worked that detail out just yet.

Finally, they crossed the stone bridge over the river that flowed before Erebor and off toward Ravenhill, and her heart picked up its pace as they made their way inside. The heating system was fully operational now, so the city was warm and welcoming.

They were almost to the infirmary when Jasna spotted Thorin across the Great Hall, deep in conversation with someone she couldn't see. She knew he was speaking, because he leaned in, just as he did with her whenever she said something. He smiled at something his companion said and she almost sighed at the brightness in that smile. It was’t something she saw him do often.

Then the crowds parted, and her heart sank at the sight of the absolutely stunning blonde dwarrowdam who had her arm through his and then leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Who is that? “Jasna asked, elbowing Narnerra to get her attention.

“Who?”

“That woman.” Jasna gestured to the far end of the Great Hall. “There, with Thorin. Who is she?”

“Oh, Mahal save me, she made it after all. I never thought it’d come to pass.”

“Who?”

Narnerra smiled. “That is Miss Shael Whitbow.”

Jasna’s stomach curdled sharply, a sour taste flooding her mouth. “W-w-w-who is Sh-Sh-Shael Whitbow?”

“She’s from Ered Luin, Jasna. She’s Thorin’s intended.”

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Fazed (Part 14)

Series Summary: With Anakin out of commission and Obi-Wan sent elsewhere, the 501st needs a new General. Lena Orim has stepped up to take Anakin's place and has rattled the 501st's usually stoic Captain Rex. His feelings are not one-sided, which may lead to some questionable decisions.

Pairing: Captain Rex/Jedi! OC (Lena Orim)

Parts: Series Masterlist ~ PREVIOUS ~ NEXT ~

Part 14 Summary: Rex and Lena spend some time bonding as they make the return trip to Coruscant.

Warnings/Tags: Suggestive Themes, Implied Nudity, Morning After, Fluff, Honest Conversation, Mentions of past Obi-Wan/Lena

This chapter is now edited to a new and improved version!

The first thing Rex noticed when he awoke was how warm he was. He was covered in a blanket, one much warmer than the thin ones they were given to use in the barracks. Even the one in his private officer's quarters wasn't this thick. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times to adjust to the odd lighting in the room. The glow from the projected painting above the bed had diminished, leaving the room with a dim blue-tinted aura.

His attention was grabbed by the sound of a soft sigh to his right. He glanced down, seeing the top of Lena’s head resting on his shoulder. She was curled up against his side, her small hand on his chest over his scar. Her presence added to the existing warmth provided by the blanket covering them. Or rather, covering the lower half of them.

In the blue light, her pale skin almost seemed to glow. As much as he would like to admire her, Rex didn't think Lena would appreciate him ogling her as she slept. He pulled the blanket up further, covering most of her torso. He rested his left hand next to hers on his chest, debating whether he should move anymore. He didn't want to risk waking her. She looked so peaceful curled up against him.

Instead, he allowed his mind to wander to the previous evening's activities. What had started as kissing had led to much more. It truly hadn't been his intention when he kissed her for it to escalate that far, but he was glad it did. A smile crept across Rex's face as he remembered the feeling of her soft skin under his hands. She had leaned into every touch, following his lead. It led to them eventually making their way to the bed and ended in mutual satisfaction. At least, he hoped it was mutual. He didn't think she'd be plastered against him like this if she wasn't happy with what happened.

Rex’s gaze shifted back down to her and roamed over the skin he could still see. A dark line on the bicep of her right arm drew his attention. He hadn’t noticed it before, too busy worrying about other things. He raised his hand to trace over the scar, the rougher line a stark contrast from the softer, smoother skin surrounding it. He wondered how she got the scar, if it was from before the war or happened on the battlefield.

“That tickles,” a soft voice said, warm air blowing across his chest.

Rex turned his gaze back to Lena's head resting on his shoulder at the sound of her voice. She lifted it slightly, her eyes slowly opening and looking straight into his own. His fingers continued to graze over the scar on her arm, more soothing than curious.

“Did I wake you?”

"Yes, but not by touching my arm," she said, smiling. "It's alright, though."

Rex wasn't sure how to proceed, so he only returned her smile. Maybe conversation was the next step? His past experiences hadn't involved waking up with the woman at his side. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait for long before Lena decided for him.

“Are you alright? I can sense you’re nervous.”

Rex could feel himself tense up, despite his best effort not to. The fact that she could sense everything going on in his head made this whole thing ten times more awkward. Lena moved at his side, grabbing onto the blanket to pull it further up to cover herself as she sat up. As she turned to face him, he could see her smile had disappeared, and she instead looked concerned.

“Rex, I need you to be honest with me. If you regret what happened, please tell me.”

Rex’s eyes widened at her words, and he hastily sat up as well, moving closer to her. He reached out and took her hand, lifting it to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“No, that’s not it at all, mesh’la. I promise. I would never have imagined this happening in a million years."

He could see Lena relax a bit, and the smile quickly returned.

“I’m glad to hear that you don’t regret it. I wouldn’t hold it against you if you were uncomfortable. This was certainly not the expected result when I invited you to be my mission partner.”

Rex hoped that she hadn't picked up on any of his thoughts during the mission that would have indicated that he was hoping for this to happen. The last thing he needed was for her to think he was a lecherous pervert. But he also didn't want her to believe she had done something wrong.

“I don’t regret it at all.”

Rex leaned in and rested his forehead against hers, letting his eyes drift closed. After a few moments, he moved to kiss her softly on the lips before pulling away again. Lena leaned against him, resting her head on his shoulder again for a short while before she turned to look at something next to the bed. Rex followed her gaze and saw she was looking at the clock.

It was still quite early according to the standard ship time. They wouldn’t be arriving at Coruscant until that evening, so they still had plenty of time together.

“I say we get some more rest,” Rex said, laying back down on the bed. “It’s been a while since we’ve gotten any decent sleep.”

Lena seemed to agree with him. Rather than return to her former position, however, she lay on her side a short distance away from him. Rex wasn't sure what to make of her actions and simply stared at her. Either she could sense his confusion or feel his gaze because it didn't take long for her to look at him again.

“What is it?” she asked.

“I was just wondering why you were so far away.”

Lena shifted until she was leaning on one elbow, her gaze searching as she looked at his face.

“I was merely trying to give you some space. I imagine it’s quite warm in here for you, so I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable with my extra body heat.”

Rex shook his head and opened his arms invitingly. He didn't know if or when he would get the chance to hold her again, so he intended to make the most of the time he had. Lena smiled again and scooted over into his awaiting embrace to settle at his side again. They lay together in comfortable silence before Rex broke it with a question.

“Why is it so warm in here?”

Lena laughed at his question, her breath ghosting over his chest once more.

“Space is quite cold, and my body doesn't do well in cold temperatures. I can't produce the heat needed to keep myself comfortable. So I have warm blankets, and my room has the temperature set at a higher level than the rest of the ship."

“I guess I now understand your possession of a pair of blacks. How do you manage in the field?”

“I dress warmer. Also, my padawan is a walking furnace with the cuddle instincts of a domesticated tooka. She’s been my personal space heater since the day she became my student.”

Rex chuckled at Lena’s description of Keebo. His mind instantly went to the image of the cuddle pile he had found Generals Kenobi and Skywalker in one time, along with Commander Tano. Maybe it was just a Jedi thing to cuddle up like tookas.

“It really doesn’t need to be quite this warm in here, though,” Lena said. “I can turn it down a bit if you’re too warm.”

Rex pulled her tighter against him and pulled the blanket back up again, enjoying the warmth.

“It’s fine how it is.”

They lay together silently, and before long, Rex noticed Lena's breathing had slowed down, indicating she had fallen asleep again. Rex smiled, glad she felt comfortable enough to sleep in his arms. If he had things his way, she would be there every night. He had meant what he said to her. Now that he had her, he didn’t plan on letting her go if he could help it.

Lena was awoken a few hours later by the sound of soft snoring. Her eyes fluttered open, and she lifted her head to look at the man beside her. Rex's lips were parted slightly, allowing the low sound of his breathing to escape. Lena shifted and brought her arms up to rest on his chest, her chin settling on them as she watched him. A few minutes passed before the snores died down and Rex's eyes opened, slowly shifting to meet her own. He raised an eyebrow questioningly.

“Were you watching me sleep?”

“You were snoring,” Lena said with a smirk. “It was kinda cute. Even if it did wake me up.”

Lena could sense Rex’s embarrassment as he quickly averted his eyes to stare at the ceiling. She laughed softly and propped herself up on his chest. She placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before sitting up entirely.

“Are you hungry?” she asked as she scanned the room with her eyes, searching for her clothes.

“Famished.”

Lena felt the bed shift as Rex sat up. His arms wrapped around her middle, and she felt his lips brush softly against her neck.

“Not exactly what I meant by hungry,” she said with a soft laugh.

Lena used the force to lift her sleeping shirt from its place on the floor, pulling it towards her. She patted Rex's hand to tell him to release his hold on her before pulling the shirt over her head. She pressed the button on the table beside the bed, causing the light level in the room to increase slightly. With the light on, she could locate the bottom half of the blacks she had given Rex. She tossed them to him before pulling the rest of her clothing on.

“Why are you putting your sleep clothes back on?” Rex asked.

"Less work," Lena said with a shrug. "I'm going to go get us something to eat. You stay here."

Lena turned and walked to the door of her quarters. She opened it and poked her head out into the hall, checking if the coast was clear before stepping out, allowing the door to slide closed behind her. She made her way to the mess hall, greeting the troopers she saw as she walked. One trooper glanced down at her bare feet and gave her an amused smile.

“Forget something, General?” he asked.

“Nope! Not a thing!” she called out over her shoulder as she continued walking.

The trooper laughed and continued on his way in the opposite direction. This wasn’t the first time Lena had walked around the Monitor without footwear, so most of her troops were used to it at this point. The only ones that usually made a fuss were Chip and Admiral Yung.

Eventually, she reached the mess hall and grabbed two protein packs and a package of dried fruit. It wasn't much, but it would have to do for now. She didn't want to take any more and arouse suspicion. As she began her return trip to her quarters, she turned a corner and nearly ran into Admiral Yung.

“Sorry about that, Karlin!” Lena said as she sidestepped to avoid him.

Yung raised an eyebrow questioningly at her.

“General? Is there a reason you are wandering barefoot around the ship in your sleepwear?”

"I will be heading back to my quarters to get some more rest, as I haven't had much opportunity between being in the field and then being undercover. So it seemed illogical to change my clothing simply to acquire some food."

Yung seemed to accept this answer, but his gaze drifted to her bare feet.

“At the very least, please wear shoes. Not only is it unsanitary, but it is also a safety hazard. Need I remind you of the fact that Commander Torra broke her toe that one time because she wasn’t wearing shoes? We don’t need any more incidents like that.”

“I will endeavor to follow your request, Admiral,” Lena said with a smirk.

“Thank you,” he said before leaning in closer to say something quietly to her. “You may also want to ensure that your choice in clothing does not leave certain things on display.”

Lena furrowed her brows in confusion at him before giving herself a once over. Everything seemed to be in place with her modesty intact. She looked back up to meet Yung's gaze to see him pointing at her neck. Once the realization dawned on her, Lena felt her face heat up in embarrassment. She pulled her braid over her shoulder to cover the place he indicated, quickly moved around Yung, and continued her trip to her quarters. As she passed him, Lena could swear she saw the hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Good day, General,” he called after her.

Lena kept her head down as she walked as quickly as she could without running. Once she reached her quarters, she hurried inside and closed the door behind her. Rex looked up from his seat on the edge of her bed at the sound of her hurried entrance. He tilted his head in a silent question at her flushed face. Lena dropped the acquired food items on the bed before rushing into the ‘fresher to look at her neck in the mirror.

Sure enough, there was a red mark on the side of her throat. Not a large one, but noticeable enough on her pale skin. Lena returned to the bedroom and gave Rex an accusatory glare. He set the food package he had been looking at back on the bed and walked over to her.

“Lena? What’s wrong?”

Lena pulled her hair aside and pointed at the mark on her neck. Rex's eyes widened as he looked where she had indicated. The anxious worry Lena felt from him soothed her annoyance, her face softening in response.

"Hey," she started, reaching out to take his hand. "It's okay. My collar will cover it when I put my robes on."

“I should have been more careful. That kind of thing could get us in trouble.”

"Rex, I'm not upset. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made it seem that way. I was just embarrassed that Admiral Yung was the one to notice it."

The worry she had been sensing flared into full-blown panic as Rex pulled his hand from her grasp and began to pace the room. Lena mentally kicked herself for mentioning Yung. She knew the possibility of them being reprimanded was high if he said anything.

"Rex, please calm down," she said as she stepped towards him to grab his hand again and stop him from pacing. "It's going to be fine. He seemed amused by the situation. Yung knows about Keebo and Blaze’s relationship, and he hasn’t said a thing about it. If anything, he was more upset that I wasn’t wearing shoes than what goes on behind closed doors.”

That statement seemed to relax Rex a bit, and some of the tension from him flowed away. Lena smiled softly and pulled him back to sit on the bed. She handed the food pack he had discarded back to him.

“You need to eat.”

After she was convinced that he was settled enough to eat, Lena moved across the room to one of the storage lockers on the far wall. She opened a door and pulled a small water heating device and two mugs from the unit. She placed them on the desk and went about making Rex some caf and herself some tea. Once it was ready, she handed Rex his mug before joining him on the edge of the bed and tearing open the remaining food packets. She took a sip of her tea and grimaced at the taste.

“That good?” Rex asked.

“Instant tea is awful,” Lena said. “The stuff I steal from Obi-Wan is much better.”

As the words left her mouth, Lena felt a melancholic wave wash over her. Given her present company, she forced a smile on her face. But as she looked up to meet Rex’s eyes, she both saw and felt his concern and pity.

“You want to tell me what happened there? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but I’d be willing to listen if you do.”

"He was my best friend, and I loved him. I had for quite some time," Lena said, fiddling with the handle of her mug. "For a while, it seemed like the feeling was mutual. Until someone from his past came back into his life, causing me to doubt."

“The Duchess of Mandalore?” Rex asked.

Lena looked up at him in surprise.

“You’ve met Satine?”

“I wouldn’t use the word met. I was with them on the trip from Mandalore to Coruscant. A very eventful trip that was full of assassination attempts and Separatist attacks. But I did witness one of their arguments. You didn’t need the force to see there was tension there.”

Lena felt her heart clench at Rex's words, and she averted her gaze again to hide her hurt expression. She wasn't alone in seeing Obi-Wan’s partiality to Satine. She knew Anakin was aware, but to hear that someone not as closely connected to him could notice it stung. It made the fact that she and Obi-Wan had never had that kind of chemistry very obvious, as people hadn’t seemed to notice they were ever a thing. Despite the time that had passed and the presence of the man next to her, it still hurt.

“I’m sorry, Lena. I’m sure that isn’t what you wanted to hear.”

“It isn’t anything that I didn’t know already.”

Rex reached out and grabbed her hand like she had done earlier to calm him. His thumb passed over the back of it in a soothing motion.

“That doesn’t stop it from hurting you. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“The words will never hurt as much as being able to feel that he loved her so much more than he ever felt for me. Or the fact that he tried to lie to me about it. The lie is what hurt the most.”

They sat in silence for a few moments before Rex raised their joined hands to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss on the back of hers.

“As much as it is in my power to do so, I will always be honest with you,” he said.

Lena placed her mug on the table beside the bed and scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you, Rex.”

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[2012 RaphArnold - hug your father in law because here he is being a dad]

"Raphael, there yer are," Arnold grinned, just having caught a glimpse of green, "Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

When the Turtle came over, Arnold showed him said thing - a book. A clearly old book, hand made, with older papers with hand written words, and a ribbon binding everything together. On the front, in faded, yet beautiful, cursive was a simple phrase: 'Jones Family Cook book'. Arnold smiled,

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations," Arnold explains, "We all add our own recipes t'."

Arnold was careful as he flicked through the pages, showing as they got newer, the writing changed. Even Casey and Angel had little sections near the end, each one separated by a tab made by said person, though, Casey and Angel's parts had very few recipes added,

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin'," He lightly jokes, soon sighing softly, "But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone," Arnold looks to Raph, smile soft, "It's missin' yer section."

Arnold is careful as he holds out the book to them, waiting for Raphael to take it,

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well," Arnold asks of them, "Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

He barely knew Raph but was already thinking about grandkids, maybe he should slow down a little,

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

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"I dunno, jus' feels 'ike a mess Case." Was the best the turtle had to offer as he spoke to his boyfriend over the phone. Sitting out not to far from their home. Casey making his way home the plan was to meet up and head out but Raphael was no longer in the mood to bash skulls or tag up any walls. Of course Casey asked what was wrong seeing if he needed to make use of their code to instead talk and vent. "I ain't ya know tryin' not to tell ya jus' I don' know how to word it?" He offers but from the tone in Casey voice he knows they know that. Hell Casey gets it better than anyone how hard it can be word your emotions. Sure he could write his out Raph not so much he needed time to figure it out. And well he had a lot to figure out, he sort of had a fight with Splinter. Not sure if you can call it a fight much. Fights were physical or verbal, Raph didn't get much word in simply cutting it all of with 'hai sense' bowed head and dipped out the first chance he had. Grateful for Casey in this moment when they offer to stay in for the night instead. Made better when telling Raph they could just hang out at his place.

If it weren't for the fact he felt like he would be imposing or whatever he would be over at the Jones' home more than he already was. Which said a few things about the turtle as is. Apparently he was slightly polite and surprisingly he wasn't over near as much as it may seem. Raph was well aware just how welcomed he was by Casey and his family. Something he never fully got his mind wrapped around, but at the same time he kept visits to a decent balance so Splinter wouldn't be on his case to much. Raphael understands it comes from a concur and a worry in his own father maybe fear too. Not to mention he didn't want to over stay his welcome. Assuming there was a limit to such a thing. Raph just didn't want to risk what had come to be his safe haven in a sense. And he has a feeling Casey aware of that fact, but Casey's such a good boyfriend not seeming to mind the times Raph wants to simply hide out in it when it's needed. Though he dose still go through Casey bed room window most the time. Best way to get right to his boyfriend after all. But now? He was allowed to come to the front door.

It was dark out so he was pretty easily hidden thanks to the lack of street lights. It felt sort of weird as he knocked on the door. So normal and mundane but filled his shell with an overwhelming sensation. It's eased away when Casey's gap tooth smile greets him at the door and invite him in hard not to return the grin. Having gotten there not too long after Casey had it seemed they were just going to head right up to his room. But it seemed the moment Raph's presence wasn't only known by Casey, rhe turtle would be summoned by another in the house.

"Raphael, there yer are,"

On instinct he paused and turned around to peek his head over, letting them better see him. As he was just met with a smile. Did they know he would be popping around? " uhhey Aronarld, I'm here, need somethin' ?" The turtle was still learning how to walk around the eldest human he was different from April's Dad course dating. Casey may have a lot to do with the approach as well.

"Was wonderin' if I coul' show yer somethin' pretty quick."

Well now he was curious by the suggestion, tossing a look to Casey a moment. "I'll catch up to ya." He idly states before turning and making his way over to thier Dad. He really liked the guy even if they could be a tad corny but it was a good kind. They seemed bejist really beyond cool with Casey dating Raphael. And even about Raoh being a turtle, sure he was bound to have some moment, but honestly? It felt nice having another human who didn't scream at the sight of him. Raphael offered a smile to them then looked down to what they wanted to show him. Tilting his head to the side as he lookong over the aged pages unevenly stacked all banded up with a ribbon actting as a spine. Reading over the cover it was a cook book, a Jones cook book at that. He didn't guess cooking was a big thing for them? Seeing how Casey cooking skills weren't much to sneeze at.

"This has been in my family for years, my ma gave it t' me, an' her ma gave it t' her, an' their ma t' them, an' so on, for generations,"

Raphael offers a nod of his head as Aronald leafs through the pages of the cook book. But he dosent quite understand why they are showing him thier family cook book still?

"We all add our own recipes t'."

That's kind of nice he thinks having something that been passed down like so entrusted to each part of thier family added on even. Made clear as some pages were newer than others. Hand writing differed between the sections even. Think back on hiw Splinter would mention heirlooms his own family had long ago. Thier weapons were part of those. They didn't really have anything like this maybe that photo album but Mikey took over on that. Leo would get Splinters sword that was always known. And kind of what caused the not so much if a fighting they had.

He let's that thought move away as he shifts and moves to get comfortable where he's standing right now. Looking at the name tabs of the sections till its gets to Arnorld he sees Casey and Angel even have sections. Course Raphael smiles at the sight if Casey's name. He's half tempted to joke with thier Dad about how many different way can one person burn a meal.

"I've already taught Casey an' Angel my own, an' I'd like t' teach yer the same ones t', I trus' yer won't burn anythin',"

The offer to teach him some of his own recipes goes over Raphs head a second as he dosen't even hide the snicker that comes out of him when Aronald makes a similar snide at his kids expense. Deciding it might be fine to add in his own but he's cut off as they contuine to speak

"But, there's jus' one problem with the book, it's missin' someone,"

Oh? This must be why he asked for Raph? Though he don't know what the problem is or even how Raph can help? Maybe a receipe was missing? Taken? Oh family drama they have a section fully missing due to some in family fighting and Raph can sneak into wherever to get it!

Honestly though the answer he's given paired with the soft smile they wore was far from what he ever would have expected to here.

"It's missin' yer section."

"My what?" Raphs bewilderment can't go unnoticed needing a second before he's even aware they were holding the book out for him to take. Raph near forgetting how his arms and hands even function before he gingerly took the book carefully holding it in his hands. He dosent knkw what todo what to see even why would he get a section?

"Yer my son t' Raph, an' I wan' yer t' add t' our book, if yer wan' t' as well,"

He lifts his gaze up to them unsure what to say to that. How could he be thier son? He bearly knew Raph yet he considered them family? What did Raph even do for them to think of him in that way? He tries but try as he can he just can't recall a time Raph had done a thing for that to be earned.

"Who knows, if yer an' Casey ever get a few munchkins of yerself, they can add t' it t' - but uh, I'm sure that's a long way away."

And now he's sure he blushing at that. Kids?! Okay well technically they did treat thier pet turtle like thier joint son but. Shit! He wants the book to go through them then?! Ugh his head his spin his tongue is tied the fuck is he meant todo right now?!

This is too much right he can't accept this? Can he? For some reason though Arnold's voice seems to clam the anxious spin out his mind was going through in that second.

"Still, I'd like yer t' add to our family book, an' when yer get some more time, I'll teach yer my lasagne recipe, one of my kids gotta be able t' cook it without turnin' it int' charcoal."

His eyes just widen a moment he can't comprehend this at all. How can he just do this? Welcome Raphael how he dose? Claim them part of his family even. Raphael hadn't done anything worthy of that. He wants Raphael part of it even a book full of Jones and he felt Raph had a place with them? Raph didn't even have a place in his father's mind as being considered worth the Hamato family's values and ways. But he was worth this?

Raph lowers his head lookong down to the pages carefully tracing his thumb on the edge of the pages. His mind suddenly went blank he couldn't think he'll he had to remind himself to breath in that moment. He manges a smile, unsure of hiw he normally wears those in the first place. He feels something swelling in his chest but he can't name it. Casey Dad was just being nice right?

"I can' make time." He simply answers with, a slient yes i want to spend that time with you hidden in his words. "I never had anythin' as good as your lasagna after all so love ta know how to make it." He offers to try and hide the welling emotions building up in him as he carefully sets the book down. Not wanting to lose a single page on the binding.

As soon as it was safe though he steps over a second and put his arms around Aronald wishing to die the second his body moved but it was quick and fast as he gave them a a faint squeeze between his arms. Praying that they can't tell how much this just hit him he can't even explain it or fathom it. It's just a cook book but it was also not just about the book. Before he let go and moved back from Aronald, eyes kept low holding his self-control over himself in that moment. "Thanks." It soft near faint before he slowly steps away again. "I uh should get back to Case for now, but definitely gonna plan somethin' out to learn from you don't wanna just drop it on ya after all." Legs move please he begs as he steps away and retreats towards Casey's room. Nothing again Aronald he just needed the comforting presence Casey offered when he felt way too much for his own liking.

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ if you jump off a bridge its only cause i did first aflockoffeathers]#[ would it be too much to call you dad now? -aflockoffeathers]#[ 2012 verse]#muse interactions #ic reply #stayed qeued #(( raphs gonna have the lair smelling like lasagna for days XD))#((i didnt elebrate much but basically splinter remarked on somethings he going to give to Leo and raph got a bit hurt because its seems lik #the rest of them were really being considered but especially him cause daddy issues uwu))

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hi there!! i weallyyy love ur work!!! and bratty angel was so good 🥺🥺 i dunno if ur taking requests but if u r can i pls send in one like some sort of additional or alternate ending-ish for bratty angel? like when steve tucks her in after she tells him to wish bucky a good night for her, what if she also asks him to give bucky her favorite stuffie like "can you please wish daddy a good night for me , uncle steve? and tell him i'm weeally sorry and i love him veeeery much" "oh!! can you pls give him bunny too? daddy gets nightmares and i dont wan' him to be alone" "bunny always helps me when im feelin' scared and daddy is not around, she'll make daddt feel better" 🥺🥺

Pairing: Daddy!Bucky Barnes x f!little!reader

Word Count: 890

Summary: Alternative ending to bratty angel.

Warnings: ddlg dynamics, fluff.

A/N: Thank you so much, Nonnie. You're so sweet! So happy you like what I write:"💜 I'm not supposed to be taking requests but everyone keeps sending such good ideas and next thing I know I'm at 2k words. This was so cute it made me so soft:' Thank you for requesting, I hope I did your lovely alternative ending justice and thank you again 💜💜 please enioy xx.

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So I was thinking maybe Daddy doesn’t forgive her right away that afternoon she offered Uncle Steve her savings? Maybe he continues to stay mad till he’s sure she’s really learned her lesson.

And she doesn’t disappoint him. She finishes her dinner that night like a good girl, thanking Uncle Steve every time he puts food on her plate for her. She remains polite when Steve is bathing and dressing her for bed, too, staying still on his lap as he combs her wet hair. She’s sad it’s not Daddy but she’s finally learning to be grateful for Uncle Steve, letting him take care of her like he’d wanted to.

When Steve’s tucking her in that night she whispers again, “can you please tell daddy I said goodnight tonight too?”

“Sure, sweetheart.” Steve smiles, caressing her cheek.

“Can you also tell him I’m really sorry and I love him very very veeeery much?” Her eyes tear up a little as she repeats on Steve that he must deliver her message word for word.

Steve chuckles lovingly and reassures her that he will tell Bucky she loves him very much with three ‘very’s. And then he’s kissing her forehead, ready to get up and let her sleep but she clutches his fingers before he can.

“And- And can you please give him Bunny too?” she asks getting the soft, white stuffed animal out from underneath her covers and holding it up for Steve, “Dada gets nightmares and Bunny always helps me when I get scared when dada’s not here.” Her glossy, puppy eyes plead with the speechless man as she holds out the toy for him.

Steve’s melting at her softness and the way her caring, little self is looking out for Bucky even in his sleep. He’s not sure if he should be taking away her favourite stuffy though. She loves Bunny. How’s she going to sleep if he takes it from her and gives it to Bucky?

“Sweetheart,”

“Please, Uncle Steve, don’t want daddy to be alone. Bunny will make him feel better.” Puppy eyes intensify and a pout is added. Steve sighs and reaches over.

Bucky enters the room when Steve is about to take Bunny and she falls silent. Both men exchange looks and Steve smiles before kissing her head once more, “goodnight,” he whispers, walking out of the room to give them space.

“How about you make daddy feel better, doll?” Bucky offers, looking at her longingly and she gazes up at him, confused but hopeful.

“Would you let daddy sleep next to you and Bunny tonight?”

“Really?” she asks, wiggling out of the blanket, and getting up on her knees. Bucky chuckles and nods, climbing next to her on the bed.

“I missed you, dada.” She tells him, throwing her body at his and clinging to him.

Bucky sighs, wrapping his big arms around her, pressing his mouth to her shoulder. The warmth of her body against his and the sweet smell of her hair ground Bucky like nothing else could.

“I missed you too, doll. I missed you very very veeeery much,” Bucky says, imitating her sentence structure from not a minute ago as he hugged her tighter.

“I said sorry to Uncle Steve and I mean it.” She pulls away to cross her heart and Bucky smiles at how adorable she is, leaning forward to kiss her chest where she crossed before holding her hand and kissing her pointer.

“I know, doll. I know, you’re a good girl.” He pecks her lips and she blushes, giving him her drunk-in-love smile with her palms pressed to his chest.

“Dada really gonna sleep with me and Bunny?”

“Yeah, if Bunny’s okay with it,” Bucky jokes, getting her back under the warm covers before moving himself next to her.

“She’s okay with it." She nods. "She loves you, dada.” She promises, placing Bunny on Daddy’s chest, “we’re gonna protect you.” She pecks the spot between Bucky’s eyes.

“Yeah? You’ll protect daddy from the nightmares?” He asks her softly, bringing her to his side to have her head on his shoulder as he moves Bunny to rest above his other shoulder.

“Yes, dada. I’ll protect you from all the nightmares.” She kisses the top of Bucky’s cheek before snuggling up to him, her hand patting his chest gently. God, she is perfect.

“Thank you, doll,” Bucky kisses her hairline and forehead, his arm gratefully tightening around her waist, “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

And it’s true. Bucky doesn’t know where or how he’d be if it wasn’t for his doll and her big, loving heart that he believes he doesn’t deserve being there for him. Her kindness and tenderness keep him alive. The fond looks she always gives him, her smile each and every time her eyes meet him, the little kisses she leaves on him whenever she could and the way she’s so unconditionally in love with him are things Bucky never thought he would have. Yet, there she was, sleeping soundly in his arms, feeling safe enough with him to let all of her guards down, her trust unknowingly destroying all of the walls he’d built up around himself, and Bucky’s never felt so whole.

“I love you, doll,” Bucky whispered, kissing her hair.

“I love you too, dada. Veeerry much.”

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elenamiria · 3 years

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The Jedi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.8k Summary: (Direct sequel to this maul x reader fic) After the events of the day you have to reconcile what happened with your master. Obi-Wan for a change expresses himself through actions instead of words Warnings: Master and Padawan relationship (Padawan is of age and I never write with the thought that the master has known them for a long time or since they were not of age), mentions of bruises and bite marks, Fem reader, oral (fem recieving), piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, inappropriate use of the force Masterlist -- Tags (send an ask or message me if you’d like to be added): @fishswimbetterunderwater @a-dorin @blxwjobsforclones @lynnie51 @katrynec @mistermiraclee @theelvenvalkyrie @crazycatladyjenga @stonegoldsecret-v2 @blackirisposts

You paced around the room aimlessly as you waited for your master to show up, nothing to distract you from your thoughts. You tried to squash down the fear inside you for what lay ahead not wanting to add to your already long list of un-Jedi like behavior from that day. When the sudden noise of a second set of footsteps joined yours you froze. The sounds grew to a thunderous level in your head before silence fell through the room, your back was to the entrance and a pit formed in your gut as you slowly turned around. Obi-Wan stood there in his usual attire, looking as composed as ever and yet as his cerulean eyes took in your form you felt yourself tremble under his gaze. You were the first to break the silence with a quiet, "I'm sorry," not knowing what else to say.

Obi-Wan shifted and took an audible inhale, the breath catching in his chest before he could say anything. His exhale was equally as loud as he shook his head, looking away briefly, your heart was in your stomach as you felt tears gather in your eyes. When his gaze turned back to you he noticeably softened as he called out to you, "Oh no, none of that. Come here darling."

His arms opened and in seconds you were across the room slamming into him and pulling him close to you. Obi-Wan returned your tight embrace one hand coming to grasp the back of your head firmly as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his other arm firmly wrapped around your waist. You weren't even aware that you were crying until you gasped for air and Obi pulled away enough that he could cup your face softly. His thumb brushed away your tears as his eyes roamed your face, "It's alright, I'm here, it's ok."

You bit your lip as you took deep breaths mimicking his breathing in an attempt to calm yourself. Once you had stopped your tears Obi-Wan offered you a toothy smile and your eyes darted to his mouth before locking eyes with him.

"You aren't angry with me?" You questioned hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Obi's countenance darkened for just a second, you would have missed it if you did not know him so well, before switching back to a more neutral look - though he couldn't hide the relief in his eyes.

"No little one, I'm not angry with you. I am relieved that Maul didn't hurt or kill you...I don't know what I would have done." Obi-Wan's admission came a surprise to you, though it was obvious the both of you cared about each other a great deal it wasn't a fact the two of you often discussed. Especially when your feelings for him ran far deeper than a simple master and padawan bond should. You offered Obi-Wan a small smile as he continued, "We can deal with what happened here later, for now let's get you back to the ship."

His words gave you pause as you remembered the whole reason for being on-planet in the first place, for a moment you panicked as you gasped out, "The troopers!"

Obi once again soothed you, his hand slipping down your spine to rub gently at your back, "They're fine, they contacted me when you didn't make contact with them and they all have been picked up and are back on the capital ship. I had come down myself with a few men to look for you when you..."

Trailing off Obi-Wan abruptly pulled away from you, his face red, as he cleared his throat and straightened up, nodding towards the door, "Like I said we can discuss that later. Why don't we go back to the ship for now."

The speeder ride back to the troopers was silent and awkward, as was the ride back to the main ship. Obi was quick to escort you back to your quarters and away from prying ears, something which you were immensely grateful for. When you entered your room there was another spot of silence until both of you were speaking at once, “I don’t know how it happened and I-”

“You moaned my name. Twice.” Obi-Wan’s words intercut with yours and you froze as your brain processed what he was saying. Eyes wide you sputtered for a moment until you managed to spit out a lame, “Yes.”

You could see Obi-Wan’s cheeks reddening through his well groomed beard and you felt your own face heating as well. Looking down at the ground you mumbled, “I did. I- when I heard your voice all I could think about was you and I....”

Trailing off you really hoped he understood what you were going for and didn’t ask you to elaborate. A surprised little ‘oh’ left Obi-Wan’s mouth before he cleared his throat and questioned, “Have you thought about...you and I before those moments?”

You were sure his question was innocent, there was no way Obi-Wan felt the same way you did. He had never shown any outward interest - always the picture perfect Master, however you felt shame rising in you at the sheer amount of times you had thought about Obi in that light. You nodded and heard Obi-Wan take a deep breath before letting out a long sigh, it was then that it all became too much. You didn’t want to hear his rejection of you and you didn’t want to hear another lecture about the ways of the order, and you especially didn’t want to have to talk about having fucked your Master’s worst enemy. Instead you glanced at Obi-Wan muttering, ‘I need a shower,’ and fleeing to the bathroom.

The mirror was finally defogging from your extremely long and probably too hot, but much needed, shower. You stared at your appearance in the mirror, fingers brushing over the faint bruises blossoming on your hips, only just noticeable, before you tugged your underwear up. The room was hot from your near scalding shower but you pulled a spare undershirt over your body anyway. Your fingers lingered on your neck, 3 large marks decorating the skin there and you sighed lightly. The shirt did little to conceal the marks and so you tugged on the robe you had thrown on the floor earlier, pulling it tight around your body. A knock on the door startled you from your thoughts and you responded with a short “Come in.”

Attempting to find something to busy yourself with you found yourself picking at imaginary dirt from under your fingernails. Obi-Wan’s call of your name had your eyes darting to meet his in the mirror. Your breath hitched at his face etched with worry.

“Are you sure your alright little one? I-I know you said you were alright but it would make me feel better if I could check you for injuries myself.”

Your eyes hardened for just a second, fully prepared to say no, but the pure desperation you found in his eyes had you giving in. Giving him a short nod you whispered, “go ahead,” so quietly Obi-Wan nearly missed it. Looking down at the floor you slowly turned to face him, his hands landed on your arms trailing down to lace fingers with you. A soft squeeze had you finally glancing up to meet Obi’s eyes. Though just moments ago looking him in the eye had seemed terrifying now that your gaze locked with his it was the only thing convincing you that everything was going to be alright.

You were the one who unclasped your robe, shrugging it off your shoulders and allowing it to fall to the ground again. Obi-Wan’s breathing stuttered as he caught a glimpse of your neck, his fingers immediately hovering over the marks almost touching them. His hands dropped quickly as he seemingly realized they were made by Maul’s mouth and a displeased look covered his face. Obi’s eyes trailed down your body and his hands settled on the hem of your shirt. When you gave him a slight nod his palms began sliding up your shirt baring your upper thighs to him, once the shirt made it over your hips he paused. Blue eyes picked up on the faint marks on your hips and his fingers brushed over your left side causing a small hiccup in your breathing as your face heated at his tender touch. Obi-Wan’s eyes darted to your face and he whispered out, “Does that hurt little one?”

You nodded and Obi-Wan started to bend down as if he was going to examine it further until you spoke, “It’s not necessarily the bad kind of hurt though. It’s uh, more just sore.”

You offered, not wanting him to trouble himself over something so insignificant. However Obi-Wan continued his path downwards and as he settled on his knees in front of you a teasing glint entered his eyes as he questioned, “So, you don’t want me to kiss it better?”

Your jaw dropped at his brazen words, face burning hot as a squeak escaped you. Swallowing deeply you glanced down at your master while he stared expectantly up at you, waiting for a response. You nodded again though all that earned you was a slight head tilt and you pouted lightly realizing that you would actually have to admit what you wanted. Taking a deep breath your hand reached over to cup his cheek, fingers brushing through his scruff lightly as you breathily requested, “Kiss it better, please Obi-Wan.”

Your words came out a bit more sensually than you had planned but with the way Obi-Wan’s eyes darkened you couldn’t find it in you to care. Obi’s eyes trailed back down to his target, a spot just above where your panties ended, and suddenly he was pressing forward and placing a hot open mouthed kiss the the bruised area. A gasp flew from you as Obi-Wan suckled lightly at the affected area, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine. His tongue lapped gently in between sucking and experimentally he nipped at the area causing a startled yelp to fill the room. As Obi-Wan made his way down the area, beard scratching at your stomach and leaving your hips to buck unconsciously, his hands slid to your ass - groping firmly. His mouth made its way to hover just over your clothed and absolutely soaked pussy. Taking a moment Obi-Wan looked up at you once again as he cooed out, “And what about here, darling? Are you sore here too?”

Truth be told you were sore from the thorough fucking that you had received from the former sith lord but there was a part of you that was aching for this so strongly that you couldn't hold back any longer. Gliding your hands to your panties you grasped the edges and pulled them off, muttering sweetly, “I bet you could make my cunt feel so much better Obi-Wan, it’s aching for you.”

Obi audibly choked at your words, his hands settling on your thigh as he guided your legs open and exposed your slick swollen lips to him. A low groan slid from his throat as he took in just how soaked you were for him and you caught the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Moments later it was you who was letting out a groan as Obi-Wan flattened his tongue and licked a broad stroke up your lips, catching on your clit and causing your legs to tremble. Repeating the motion Obi took in your taste, your freshly bathed scent, everything about you that he could take in he did - desperate for every part of you. As he repeated the long lick a third time his hands squeezed your thighs gently and before you knew it Obi-Wan was diving in, lapping and sucking at your clit like a man starved. You cried out, partially in surprise partially in pleasure, and your hand buried in his hair as bliss shot through your body.

Your hips canted towards him unconsciously, enraptured with the pleasure you were receiving and delighting in the way his scruff rubbed against you. The way you continually ground against his face along with the perfect little whimpers and whines you were causing Obi-Wan to harden, cock swelling with need, desperate for you. As he continued his ministrations one of his hands left your thigh to grasp at his aching length over his pants, needing some form of contact. When his hand left you, curiously you had looked down and you could immediately tell what was going on.

Your breath hitched and though Obi had worked you up so close to reaching your peak you decided there was another place you’d rather cum. Reaching down you tugged lightly on his hair urging him away from your dripping lips with a cry of his name to draw his attention to you. His dazed expression almost tipped you right over the edge - his beard and lips glistening with your juices, the way his tongue darted out to clean his lips, and the way he stared up at you like you held all the stars in the galaxy. A breathless smile covered your face as you guided Obi to stand again and crashing your lips together once again. His arms were wrapped around you in and instant, pulling you close as if he were worried you would disappear. You could taste your tang on his lips and on his tongue when you parted your lips for him, the taste combined with his causing you to whimper into his mouth. When you finally broke apart with a soft moan you trailed your hand down to stroke his cock as you pleaded, “Please fuck me, Obi.”

A deep pleased rumble left Obi-Wan’s chest and he captured your hand to tug you out of the bathroom to the small bed within your quarters. Sitting down on the bed he tugged you onto his lap, legs on either side of his thighs and your cunt just barely brushing his bulge. Obi kissed you soft and sweet this time while your hands made quick work of undoing his breeches to tug his thick length out. As you hands brushed against his cock Obi-Wan let out a strangle sort of groan as his head jerked back, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment. His reaction had your lips parting before curving into a soft smirk and you ran your fingers up and down the length of his rigid dick, eyes watching his reactions intently wanting to commit each one to memory. After a particularly needy gasp of your name you took mercy on your master and lined his tip up with your entrance, your hips brushed back and forth slightly, coating his tip in your juices before you sank down onto him. The first few inches took your breath away and you could tell Obi-Wan was feeling it too as his hands landed firmly on your hips. You let out a small hiss as his hands squeezed over the bruised areas and quickly he relocated his hands to your waist with an apology. Your hands landed on his shoulders and you gave them a squeeze as you whispered out, “It’s alright Obi-Wan.”

Taking a few deep breaths you raised yourself up slightly before sinking back down onto the hard cock below you, taking a little more of him into you each time you repeated the motion. When you felt like you could take him all you allowed yourself to sit hard on his length and he bottomed out deep within you. Your walls fluttered hard around him as you nuzzled into his neck, smothering the moans that flew from your mouth. Obi’s hands tightened as he breathed out your name and swearing seconds later when you clamped down on him. As you adjusted to the feeling you slowly started to grind your hips against his, whimpering while his cock brushed up against your most sensitive spots. Gasps filled the air as both of you took in the pleasure and you leaned back in order to start bouncing on Obi-Wan’s length.

Your Master guided you, using his hands to help you keep your rhythm, and this time he was burying his face in your neck. He left light kisses and gentle nips over the areas where Maul’s teeth had bruised, soft and gentle where Maul was rough. Obi-Wan didn’t seek to mark you as his only to soothe and comfort, he hoped to let you know that it was alright and that he still loved you despite what had happened. His softness had your walls clenching at every brush of his beard and every time his lips touched your neck, it was all so overwhelming you found you were barely able to keep your pace. Obi-Wan must have sensed your struggle as he lifted you off of him, despite your protests, in order to lay you down on the bed below him. Settling in front of you he lined back up with your entrance while your legs wrapped around his hips - urging him forward. A light laugh filled the air as Obi-Wan smiled down at you and teasingly chided, “Patience, little one.”

You couldn’t help the pout that covered your lips until Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss it away. You giggled softly against his lips, unable to stay annoyed with him especially when he was kissing your thoughts away. His hand that wasn’t holding his weight found the edge of your shirt and slid under it, forging a path up your stomach and sternum before settling on your breasts. Gasping as Obi-Wan’s lithe fingers tweaked at your nipple he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while you arched your back below him. In the midst of this Obi’s hips finally relented and his cock prodded at your entrance before you reached down to angle him properly so as he shifted forward his cock pushed into your depths.

Your cunt clenched around his tip desperate for more and Obi-Wan was happy to oblige, pressing forwards as he he broke apart from your lips to sit up straight. His hips thrust forward the rest of the way until his hips were flush with yours and you were both sighing in pleasure. You whimpered under him and bucked your hips with a soft cry of his name, Obi-Wan smiled down at you as his hips dragged backwards. The slow pull of his cock against your sensitive entrance had you whining below him as your hips chased after his only to loudly cry out when his hips snapped forward again. He repeated these slow drags and quick thrusts for several long minutes until you were writhing beneath him, babbling and pleading for more. Obi-Wan teased until a cry of, “Master, Please!”, left your lips and he finally caved.

Your words had him growling out your name as his hips sped up to a steady rhythm, the sounds of him dicking you down filling the air. His grip on your waist tightened slightly as his cock pounded away and you were shocked by the fast pace he had set. You had expected Obi-Wan to want to take things slow but after all the buildup it seemed he was as desperate for you as you were for him. His grip on your waist had pulled your shirt tight against your body showing off the way your tits bounced on every thrust into your slick cunt. Obi’s eyes were trained on them and his hips sped up as he adjusted his grip, one hand fisting your shirt to keep it tight while his other grabbed one of your tits. Squeezing softly he ran his thumb over your peak, quickly finding your nipple and rolling it between two fingers, causing it to stiffen and for a squeak to fly from your lips. Your hand shot down to your clit as a deep thrust hit something that had you seeing stars and your orgasm fast approached while Obi toyed with your nipples. Panting your fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit until both your arms were wrenched over your head and pinned there by unseen hands. Obi-Wan’s use of the force had your walls tightening around him as he growled out, “Let me take care of you little one.”

His hand which had been wrapped in your shirt slid down your tummy to find your clit, mimicking you movements and rubbing in tight circles that had you crying out for more. Your hips bucked in time with his thrusts as his cock slammed into you over and over. You were so close to tipping over the edge and your eyes met Obi-Wan's as you simpered out, “Obi, please I’m so close. I need you Obi.”

Shifting his weight his pace slowed as his arm slid under your body to grasp at the back of your neck and he leaned down, his chest pressing into yours as his lips captured yours. His adjusted position allowed him to press deeper into your tight cunt, once again brushing up against your g-spot and hitting it consistently on each thrust. He swallowed down your cries as you tipped over the edge, pussy spasming and clenching around his length, his fingers working you through the orgasm. Your chest expanded as you wiggled below him, pressing the two of you together impossibly close, and you whined into his mouth as his fingers continued toying with your clit, prolonging your pleasure. Muttering a protest against his lips at the overstimulation you were silenced by him pulling back just enough to whisper, “It’s alright darling, I have you. You can give me one more, I know you can do it my good girl.”

His words sent a heavy aftershock through your body and your walls fluttered much to Obi-Wan’s delight as he let out a light moan. His slow, sensual pace continued and your cunt squeezed constantly around his length as the stimulation on your little bundle of nerves got to be too much. Your hands clenched, fingers digging into your palm, as you attempted to smother your noises as they grew in both frequency and volume the closer you got to your second orgasm. As Obi slammed into you particularly hard you couldn’t hold back the blissed out noise that slipped between your lips as your eyes unfocused for a brief moment. Obi-Wan repeated the motion causing the same reaction as you lost yourself in the pleasure, Obi grunting as you clamped down on him.

“You like that little one? Want me to fuck you like that until you cum for me darling?” He questioned, continuing the same motion and increasing his speed without waiting for a response. Though it was just as well since you were fairly incapable of responding to him as your eyes glazed over and you cried his name out as you were swept up in your second release. As if determined to blind you with pleasure Obi’s fingers sped up against your clit, rubbing furiously and causing your whole body to tighten - spiraling higher and higher until it was all too much and your body went limp. You felt a rush of liquid as you gushed around his thick cock and the obscene squelching noise that filled the air as your Master fucked you through your orgasm caused an embarrassed moan to escape you. The slick tickled at your clit and soaked his fingers, which he finally removed from your aching nub, and you whimpered when you felt it slide down your asshole to land on the bed. At the feeling your weak cunt clenched and Obi thrust a few more times, until he stilled deep within you as he reached his own peak. His cum shot out in ribbons, painting your walls and filling you up more than you thought possible. As he came inside you up his grip on your hands through the force faltered and your arms were free, instantly clinging to his shoulders as soon as you realized you could move, tugging him to you for a soft kiss.

The two of you lay together for a long moment, him nuzzling into your neck and you laying there thoroughly exhausted as you stroked his hair gently, arms still wrapped around his shoulder. Obi-Wan was the first to move with a regretful groan as he separated from your heat, you flinched as he withdrew and for the second time in 24 standard hours you felt cum sliding from your sated pussy. A whimper left you but you were far to exhausted to do anything about it, not even noticing that Obi-Wan had disappeared to grab a warm damp cloth along with a meal bar and water. Having removed his outer layers he came back with just his undershirt and underwear on as he knelt by the edge of the bed. Tenderly he moved your legs so he could clean up the mess of your combined cum in slow gentle strokes. When he was finished he helped you sit up in order to eat and drink, sliding back onto the bed behind you and his arms winding around you waist. You eased back into him with a contented sigh and he accepted your glass and trash, laying them on the floor, when you were finished. The two of you maneuvered until you were comfortable, Obi-Wan laying on his back with an arm tugging you close while you used his chest as a pillow and pressed yourself to his side. After all the recent events your brain was running a mile a minute and yet you could barely keep your eyes open. Drowsily you went to ask Obi-Wan a question but all you got out was his name before your eyes fluttered shut. That last thing you heard before drifting off was, “Just rest now sweet little one, I’ll be here when you wake.”

It was dark. Pitch black, and yet someone else was there - you could sense them. Cautiously spinning around you attempted to peer through the darkness to no avail. Your hand reached unconsciously for your lightsaber only to find it missing and you tensed. Finally something broke the silence, a recognizable deep angry low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’ve been very bad my little Jedi. Such a little slut you let your Master fuck you not even a day after I did. Do you really have such a greedy cunt?” The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time and you spun trying to locate him. You could feel your annoyance at the Sith build as he refused to show himself until you froze as his golden eyes glowed at you in the darkness. You had to bite back a whimper as he stalked towards you, a mix of arousal and anger filling you. His voice echoed towards you, reverberating off of nothing in a way that had you quivering, “Don’t worry my little whore, the next time I see you...I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

In a sudden flurry of movement he was inches from you, his hand pulling your head back harshly as his teeth bared in a fierce scowl, “I’ll have to remind you that you belong to me.”

A yelp flew from your lips at the unexpected closeness and suddenly you were shooting forward, sitting up quickly. Blinking blearily you tried to regain your bearings as you looked around for Maul frantically. It wasn't until a sleep filled call of your name met your ears that you convinced yourself it was just a dream. Obi-Wan’s hand met your spine as he called to you again and you turned to meet his furrowed brow and concerned blue eyes. Smiling you nodded with a whisper of, “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”, before you allowed him to pull you back down to him. Nuzzling into his chest you allowed yourself to relax as you repeated softly, “It was just a dream. Just a dream.”

Maul’s piercing yellow gaze bore into the ceiling above his bed. A smirk tugged at his lips, he had never planned on fucking you again - figuring he would use you against Kenobi the next time he found you, and then disposing of you. But now? Now that he knew your Master had feelings for you it was going to be so much more delicious to ruin you for him. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch as recalled all the depraved things you and he had done last time before thinking of all the things he was going to do to you the next time he found you. Maul’s eyes slid shut as his hand wrapped around his aching length, for now he’d just have to be content with his own imagination.

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sl-walker · 2 years

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Devotion, Part 24

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Section warning: This section makes reference to past attempted rape.

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“When was that one?”

“Must’ve been five years ago, now. Hard to believe it’s been that long.”

“Long for you must have a completely different context, though.”

“A year is a year, anyway. Especially when watching young people grow.”

The murmur of voices pulled him back, but-- gently.

It was the most unbroken sleep Obi-Wan had gotten since-- since before this entire disaster. Since finding Maul’s horn on Coruscant, in the Crimson Corridor.

(They twisted that, they twisted it and tried to make it seem like Maul had--)

He shivered and cracked his eyes open, taking in the blurry mix of color -- blue-green and orange and brown and more brown -- before his vision swam into focus.

“They’re so precious,” Else was saying, as she sat with Maz on the opposite couch, sharing a datapad with her. Outside, the world had gone dark; inside, the light was soft and warm and low. Rica wasn’t there, but Breha was leaning with her forearms on the back of the couch they were on, smiling over their shoulders, the ribbons in her braid gold and white this time.

Obi-Wan must have given some more notable indicator he was back in the world; Sasa’s fingers started working through his hair again and she asked, softly, “Better, darling?”

“Yes, thank you,” he whispered back, feeling-- a little ridiculous, but not in the worst ways, as he sat up and scrubbed at his face. Drowsy, yet, if mixed with dread. A blanket fell off of him that hadn’t been there when he fell asleep, and he cleared his throat. “I’m sorry I kept you here so long.”

“I traded off with Rica,” Sasa said back, reaching over to pick up the blanket and tuck the edge around him. “You must have been exhausted, you didn’t stir when we switched places.”

“It’s been about seven hours since you fell asleep,” Breha added.

Maz hummed an agreement, then said, “I’ve put some things in your room, in the meantime; Breha here showed me the way. I also chased Gissk off to get some rest; they’ve been running hard since we were told what had happened.”

It felt surreal, being in their collective presence. The only ones he knew from before were Maz and Gissk, but the three twi’leks had inserted themselves into his space as if they belonged there, and-- Obi-Wan thought that if they were close to Maul, then of course they did. And Breha had become, if not a friend, then at least a steadying presence.

“What-- what were you told?” he asked, anxiety starting to squeeze at the base of his throat.

He wouldn’t even think to lie about it; the fact that he had been the one who’d caused Maul so much damage. But he didn’t know if he could even take it, being on the other side of Maz’s contempt, even if he deserved it.

Breha answered that one, regarding him with compassion. “Everything that I know.”

That made the anxiety turn to grief, and Obi-Wan wrapped around himself and burrowed deeper into the blanket, eyes closed, voice cracking as he said, “I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your choice,” Sasa said, softly, after a long moment. Her hand landed on his blanket-clad shoulder and rubbed there, slow and gentle circles. “Do you think we don’t know that?”

Obi-Wan wanted to protest that -- that he should have been able to break free sooner, that he shouldn’t have ever looked at his lover like that, with hate in his heart -- but the words stuck in his mouth and made his throat quiver, so all he could do was shake his head, not in agreement with Sasa, but in denial of--

Of any absolution, maybe. Any forgiveness.

"I should have been able to-- to stop them," he finally managed to say, closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see their compassion.

There was a long pause there, then Else said, "When Maul was with us, he decided to go out searching for you. Even though we had a friend who could have helped him, he was very--"

"Impatient," Sasa said, though there was nothing but affection in her voice. "Driven, really. We told him we felt it was too dangerous, but he was incredibly stubborn about it."

"And-- he overheard slavers looking for him. He came back and decided it was too dangerous to us for him to stay, so he wouldn’t. And then he left, despite us asking him not to," Else continued. "We didn't try to force him to stay, of course. All we could do was tell him he was always welcome back with us, give him supplies and let him go."

Obi-Wan could already start to see where this was going; his heart crawled into his throat with sharp little claws and he forced down the urge to ask them to stop.

Sasa spoke next: "Needless to say, the worst happened: The slavers managed to grab him. We had asked Reme to have her people keep an eye out for Maul, so help was dispatched just as fast as it could be. But-- it was almost too late even then. According to her, one of those slavers already had a hand on him and their pants undone."

The matter-of-fact tone Sasa said it with didn’t undercut the horror of it. The rush of revulsion and white hot rage and possessiveness nearly cut Obi-Wan's breath off in his throat.

“Tell me they’re dead,” he managed to choke out, shaking in place, since there was nothing he could do to go back in time and make it never happen.

“Very dead,” Else said, quietly. “Reme beat the one who was touching Maul to death with shock gloves, in fact. But-- I’m not telling you this to make you angry, though I understand why you are.”

He knew it had to be two years or so ago; that to Maul and to them, it was well into the past. But to him, the insult was fresh. The violation of what Obi-Wan held more sacred than even his own bodily and mental integrity.

But-- he did see why they were telling him this. Because he would never, ever hold Maul responsible for what happened. Because no matter how stubborn or ill-advised his choices then, he had never deserved nearly being raped for it. Nor did he deserve any blame for not being able to prevent it by himself, not being able to fend off his attackers.

Some part of Obi-Wan wanted to protest that it was somehow different, but even now -- memories in pieces, some of them made lies -- the hypocrisy would not stand.

He pressed the heels of his palms into his eyes, teeth bared in pain and anger, but then managed to give a short nod back.

It wasn’t going to be as easy as all that, but it was still a place to start.

They gave him a little time after that, moving away to talk and let him sort through what he was thinking and feeling in quiet.

He didn't know how long it was, but it was Breha who came back first, and when Obi-Wan was able to really take in the waiting room, he saw they were alone.

"They went to go rest," she said, sitting with her hands folded over the top of a datapad. "But I wanted to talk to you before I went to do the same."

Obi-Wan nodded, at a loss for how else to respond. He was too alert to want to lay down himself, but he was aware it was getting late. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Your friends Maz and Gissk corroborated your relationship with Maul," Breha said, smiling a little and offering the datapad. "Evidence included. I've already brought it to his caseworkers; they’re going to render a decision in the morning."

Obi-Wan took the datapad, closing his eyes for a moment before looking down.

There were a series of images on the screen; not a huge number, but enough. Him and Maul, in all of them, across the span of two and a half years. The last one of them was when they were slow-dancing in a mostly empty bar, the party having largely wound down, Maul’s chin on his shoulder and that pale gray sweater slipping off of one shoulder.

And there in the first, early in their time on Takodana, standing together at the back of that same bar. Obi-Wan’s hair was still shaggy, his face beardless. Maul looked lean and wary.

Their hands were linked between them.

Obi-Wan’s vision blurred; in his mind, two perspectives: the person who lived it, and the person removed, able to see how young and lost and brave and hopeful they were.

He brushed his fingers over Maul’s face. Juxtaposed, that young face where the only hard edges were made by his markings, and the face of a more mature version of himself, limned in light, facing his own ending with only love and courage.

At least this time when Obi-Wan sobbed, he did it into Breha’s shoulder and felt no shame for it.

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goldengoddess · 3 years

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call it what you want - bucky barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: falling in love with your best friend is hard, especially if all you want is to wear his initials on a chain round your neck & kiss his face

a/n: oh my god i’m so proud of this i’m in my feels just writing it :’) pls understand the reference and appreciate it, my swiftie heart needs it !!!!! pls lmk what u guys think <3

warnings: a lil angst but honesty it’s very fluffy okay

bucky barnes was not a man of many words. he was a man made up of long looks and subtle hints, mysterious in nature. unpredictable and yet incredibly reliable.

but most importantly he was a man made up of so so much love. brimming with it, actually. bucky was made to love others.

you knew that, of course. he had shown you in every way how it felt to truly be loved.

but his love was slow, and painful, and often time consuming. the kind of love that came out in little actions, that took months, even years, to really feel it.

you'd been more than happy to be patient. to wait while bucky realized that you weren't going anywhere, that you weren't afraid of him, that he didn't need to push you away. your patience had been worth it, all beautiful things take time.

and your friendship with bucky was just that, beautiful. he trusted you more than any other person in the compound. well, other than steve of course.

though neither of you had ever said it aloud, you were his person. and he was yours. the two of you relied on each other more than you cared to admit. during missions, when his command and voice had saved you a countless number of times. but also just in your daily lives, where your comforting presence put him at ease in uncomfortable situations.

your heart was bursting with love and admiration for the man you had watched grow out of his shell into something better, someone stronger.

and how could you not fall in love with someone like james buchanan barnes?

frankly, it was inevitable.

everything he did made you fall deeper into this sinking, fantastic, terrifying, love for him. the way he said your name. the way he looked for you in a crowd. the way he understood what you were thinking before you even had to say it aloud. the way he always placed his fingers on your back as you walked. the way he adopted a stray cat off the streets and let you name it.

falling for your best friend? more likely then you might think.

and even though just the color of his eyes made you want to kiss him senseless, you couldn't do anything about it.

it would be selfish of you to act on your feelings. it would mean taking away the lifelong friendship the two of you had built.

so as you sat beside him on his bed, your head on his metal shoulder, some cliché movie you told bucky he needed to watch playing in front of you, your heart longed for the soldier sitting next to you.

bucky's hand traced little patterns on your thigh, just lines and every now and then a small circle. you were more focused on his touch than on the plot of the movie, the way bucky was.

but bucky's mind was on everything but the film. all of his attention was focused on your breathing, the way it hitched slightly whenever he let his fingers linger on your thigh for too long. the way you closed your eyes in content whenever something funny happened. he was watching you, in awe of you.

lately, bucky couldn't do anything but admire you.

as the movie played on you fiddled with your hands as a distraction, praying that your plaguing thoughts would calm down so you could enjoy this moment with bucky. but when he started drawing letters on your thigh you knew it was no use. the movie was the last thing you cared about right then.

you peaked your eyes at him, finding him already watching you. you averted your eyes to his hand on your thigh and focused on the letter. “h” you said out loud, “e,y. hey,” you combined his letters. you felt bucky nod his head and then begin again, spelling out ‘doll’ on your thigh.

you grinned up at him, feeling the air leave your lungs at the icy blue of his eyes. “hey doll,” you laughed, “hey buck.”

he smiled back at you. the way you said his name made him turn into an absolute mess. he knew he’d do anything for your if you just said his name in that pretty way of yours.

his smile had a similar effect on you. a blush spread across your cheeks and you moved your eyes back to your fingers on your lap, wishing your had a ring or something to fiddle around with.

bucky furrowed his brows at your anxious movements, “you okay honey?”

you nodded your head but the anxious butterflies in your stomach increased at his much too sweet nickname.

he lifted your head off of his shoulder, forcing you to sit cross legged facing you. you let out a small whine at the loss of contact, since he had to move his hand off of your thigh. he chuckled and grabbed your hands so you’d stop moving them around, “honey?”

you let out a sigh, if only you could tell him what was really bothering you. if only you could tell him that every single touch, word, action from him sent your body and mind into overdrive. tell him how unfair it was that he had so much control over you. “just wish i had something to mess with” you said lightly.

bucky thought on your words for a moment, visually searching his room for something he could give you. then he heard the familiar ‘clink’ of his dog tags touching around his neck. he let out a shaky breath at the idea but this was you. he let go of his hand and slipped the chain off of his neck and around yours.

you let out a small gasp as the cold metal pressed on the back of your neck. your fingers instinctively went to the tags on the chain and pressed them between your fingers. your mouth was parted in shock as you looked up at him, not understanding why he’d given you his most prized possession.

he shrugged, as if it was the most casual thing in the world, “just mess with my dog tags. it’s no big deal.”

that was it. those words send you over the edge. enough was enough. how could he say it wasn’t a big deal? when the action made your mind go wild. it was a big deal, by giving you his tags bucky was giving you yet another part of him.

a part of him you didn’t want to have as just a friend. these tags were meant to mean something. you needed them to mean something. because you wanted to mean something more to bucky.

you let out a scoff and took the chain off of your neck, aggressively placing them back in his hands.

the look on bucky’s face was a mixture of confusion and hurt and it broke your heart in two. but you couldn’t do this anymore, the what if scenarios, questioning if every one of his actions was friendly or romantic, the possibility of something more right around the corner.

you climbed off the bed and patted your wrinkled clothing down. you gave bucky a look that you hoped conveyed what you were feeling, heartbroken and angry. angry that you couldn’t have him the way you wanted to.

“what’s wrong?” bucky asked softly, moving towards the edge of the bed so his feet were placed firmly on the floor.

you shook your head and made your way towards the exit of his bedroom. it was childish, the way you were reacting. your anger wasn’t at bucky, even if you were slightly taking it out on him. it wasn’t even about his dog tags. your anger and hurt was directed towards this situation, towards yourself. you were angry at yourself for falling for the person that meant the most to you in the world.

before you could open the door though, bucky had gotten up and grabbed your wrist, effectively turning you to face him. “doll, what’s wrong?”

you let out an angry huff and poked at his chest, “it’s not a big deal? really buck? they’re your dog tags, they’re the biggest deal! how could you even say that?”

he tilted his head to the side in confusion, “you’re angry about my dog tags?”

you let out a frustrated groan and moved away from him. as you paced back and forth across the room you tried to explain yourself, “it’s not about that! it’s about everything else! it’s about us. i don’t want to not be a big deal to you. i want to wear your initial on a chain ’round my neck! because you really know me! i want those dog tags to be something we can share. but not if it doesn’t mean anything to you. not if it doesn’t mean to you what it means to me. how i feel about you is a big deal james.”

you sucked in a breath and realized you had stopped pacing. you didn’t dare look up at bucky. you knew he was watching you, could feel his stare. you hadn’t outright admitted your feelings but you might as well have. there were few ways to interpret your words.

you watched his feet step closer towards you, until you were sure that if you looked up you would meet bucky’s intense gaze. he didn’t give you much of a choice, grabbing your chin with his flesh fingers and forcing you too look at him.

his eyes were glittering with something new. some hidden feeling you’d only seen a handful of times. an emotion bucky tried to keep hidden away for a long time.

“doll” he pleaded, not adding anything else.

you shook your head and closed your eyes in an attempt to keep your embarrassed tears at bay. “just say it” you said, just say that you don’t want me like that, that i’ve lost you forever.

you kept your eyes closed as you felt him let go of your chin. you prepared yourself to hear him walking away, closing the door behind him, never to speak to you again. instead, for the second time that night, you felt cold metal on the back of your neck and an unfamiliar weight against your chest.

you opened your eyes and found bucky staring at the chain around your neck. he picked up his hand and caressed your cheek lovingly.

he took a deep breath and both of you prepared for whatever he would say next. “honey. i did one thing right, and that was trust you. it was letting you see all the parts of me, and trusting that you would still want me around. you love my love me like i’m brand new. and it’s all i’ve ever wanted. you, are all i’ve ever wanted.”

he picked up the tags hanging on the chain and rubbed them with his other hand, “this is just another part of me i want you to have. you already own my heart and every other part of me, might as well have my initial ’round your neck too.”

the blush on his cheeks made your own face heat up. you couldn’t quiet comprehend what he was saying, couldn’t accept it as a reality. this whole moment felt like a day dream.

bucky ducked his head down and placed his forehead against yours. you closed your eyes happily. all of the anger and tension from earlier, dissipating from your body, replaced by pure bliss at the feeling of bucky so close to you. the air was charged with something new, and the both of you could feel it. and you both welcomed it.

“hey bucky?” you whispered, still not opening your eyes in fear that it would break whatever spell you two were under.

“yes doll?” he whispered back and you could practically hear the smile he was more than likely wearing as he answered.

"what's this thing between us?” you asked hesitantly.

bucky moved his head away from yours, causing you to open your eyes. he grabbed the sides of your face and grinned like a fool, “call it what you want to, i just know i want you.”

later, as the two of you sat tangled together, closer than ever before, you couldn’t help but touch the dog tags around your neck. now they didn’t feel so foreign. they were familiar, the same way bucky was familiar. bucky traced little patterns on your thigh that night, similar to how he had earlier. but now you felt the distinct outline of little hearts, and you knew that nothing else mattered much when you had bucky.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x gender neutral reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel au #marvel mcu #mcu #marvel #bucky fluff #happy bucky #bucky

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Give it time: ch4

Click here for chapter 1 Click here for chapter 2 Click here for chapter 3

A/N: It took a while, but here is the continuation of Give it time. For the people who requested it, don’t worry. This is not the last chapter! I think about writing one, maybe two more. This one is written from Thor’s point of view. Hope you like it!

Brother ‘Loki? What are you doing in Asgard?’ Thor asked surprised when he saw his younger brother walking through the hall.

‘It’s my home, so what do you think?’ Loki answered clearly irritated. Before Thor could answer he walked past. Thor had learned to let Loki be when he was in one of his moods, and went in search of his mother. He found her in the garden.

After he had greeted his mother properly he asked ‘What is wrong with Loki?’

Her smiled turned sad. ‘I only know that he and (Y/N) had a fight. Apparently she has gotten back together with her ex-boyfriend Steve? He was a bit cryptic and didn’t feel like talking about it. All I know that he is been in a foul mood, berating the staff, annoying your father and recently he started to drink and attend party’s… trying to find his happiness elsewhere’

‘What do you mean broke up? (Y/N) truly loved him, I didn’t even know she and Steve were together once’

‘This is all I know, he barely sleeps, is angry all the time, and I’m afraid he is planning something. I think it is best you go talk to him’ Frigga told him.

Thor hummed in agreement, and went to search for Loki. A task proven to be extremely difficult if his younger brother didn’t want to be found. It took him half the afternoon, but he finally found Loki sulking in his own private library.

‘Brother, what happened?’ Thor asked.

‘Go away, Thor. I’m not in the mood for you or the volume of your voice’ Loki snarled.

‘Tell me what happened, you’re miserable that is plain to see. Maybe I can help?’ Thor asked, ignoring his brother’s bad temper.

‘Thanks for the compliment, and no you can’t help me. Nobody can’ Loki answered.

‘Loki, just tell me’ Thor sighed. ‘If you do, I will leave you alone’ he added.

This got the attention of Loki. ‘Fine’ he said. And Loki explained his version of events. The past between Steven and (Y/N). How Steve has been setting (Y/N) up against him, how she is too naïve, how Steve practically admitted that he wanted her and how he walked in on them kissing each other. Thor listened to every word and kept his thoughts and questions to himself, letting Loki finish uninterrupted. After the story came to an end, he had to find the right words. Words and meanings were everything to Loki and he couldn’t mess this up. Not when Loki finally let him in.

When the silence endured Loki spoke first ‘You may take your leave now’ he grabbed one of his books and opened it halfway through.

‘What did (Y/N) say about all this?’ Thor asked, he wondered since he hadn’t heard anything about it.

‘We did not talk, I just left’ Loki said through gritted teeth.

‘And you haven’t had any contact with her since then?’ Thor asked.

‘No, weren’t you listening?’

‘Then how do you know if your version is true?’ he asked.

‘I beg your pardon?’ Loki asked.

‘If everything you say is true, then how do you know that she’s with Steve? That she loves him? I know her, and she was crazy about you. I just can’t believe that she would do this…’

‘I saw it’

Thor just chuckled a little ‘If there are two things I learned from growing up with you: one, pay very close attention to what you are actually saying and two, nothing is what is seems’

Loki smirked a little ‘That is because I’m a skilful sorcerer and the God of Lies’ then his smile faltered ‘It doesn’t matter anymore, this was all some time ago. By now she surely is with Steve, and I wish them a very unhappy life together’ he said while his attention shifted back to his book.

‘And what are you planning?’ Thor asked, remembering the words of his mother.

‘I may have thought about ways to kill Steve, but I’m not anymore. I’m just attending a party tonight. So, you can tell mother she’s worries for nothing’

‘It’s not like you to drink and attend parties. You always hated them’ Thor said a bit surprised.

‘Well yeah, but where else meet a girl for a night?’ Loki smirked.

‘Or you could come with me’ Thor said.

‘To where?’

‘Back to Midgard, to the Avengers. You can clear things up with (Y/N), because I’m not buying this story to be true. Plus, your still part of the team and can’t just leave whenever you feel like it’ Thor said.

‘No thanks’ Loki said.

‘Loki, you look like crap and knowing you, you probably feel worse. So, coming back can only improve your mood. If not, I promise I will let you attend ever party in Asgard and you can drink and fuck your problems away. But you will hate yourself if you didn’t at least hear her out’ Thor said angrily.

It took Loki aback a bit. He pondered over the question. ‘Why are you doing this?’ he then asked.

This took Thor aback. ‘Because you’re my brother and I want you to be happy’ he answered.

Loki clearly was struggling with not letting the emotion show on his face, Thor let him get away with it, it was what Loki needed at the moment.

‘But you don’t believe me?’ Loki asked after a while.

‘I do believe you, I just think there is more to the story. If it is the whole story we leave immediately, I promise’ Thor said.

‘Together?’ Loki asked.

‘Together, I got your back’ Thor confirmed. He got up and walked towards the exit of the library. He would have to prepare the journey to Midgard. He looked back when he heard Loki say ‘Thor… thanks brother’. Thor just smiled and nodded, but in his heart there was nothing but love for his little brother. Who, despite the way he could lash out, he loved very dearly and he knew that Loki cared about him, even if he didn’t always show it.

Back on Midgard The Bifrost opened and Thor and Loki stood in front of the familiar compound. Thor noticed that Loki used magic to make himself appear more together, but didn’t comment on it. The two of them walked in the tower. That’s when they heard Tony.

‘Thank God, latterly, that the two of you are finally here!’ he exclaimed.

‘Why, what’s wrong?’ Thor asked.

‘What’s wrong? (Y/N) is an absolute mess, she barely eats and doesn’t want to talk to anyone. I can’t believe you did that to her’ he looked accusingly at Loki.

‘I didn’t do anything, she was the one that kissed Steve’ Loki angrily replied.

‘Huh, what? You were the one that cheated on her. She broke when she found out about it’ Tony said.

Thor was confused. Yes, in the past Loki has betrayed the one’s he loved many times. But he always had a good reason, it was not like him to betray the woman he loved for a bit of fun.

‘WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?’ Loki snarled.

Tony grabbed his phone and showed them the video that Steve had showed him. It was Loki at some party in the compound, drinking and kissing with some other woman Thor didn’t recognize. Loki looked intently at the video. ‘That’s not me! How did you even get that?’ Loki asked.

‘Steve showed it to us’ Tony replied. While Loki was ranting on about Steve he and Tony started to discuss the realness of the video. Thor sneaked away and went in search of (Y/N). He knocked on her door, but there was no answer.

‘(Y/N), I’m coming in’ he said, hoping she was okay. He opened her room, which was still dark. (Y/N) lay under the covers, the air in the room didn’t smell fresh, and around her bed there were several empty bottles of wine.

‘(Y/N)?’ Thor asked. She suddenly turned around and faced him. She sat up straight. Thor could tell she had lost weight, probably from not eating. There were bags and dark circles under her eyes and her hair was greasy.

‘Leave’ she said angrily and Thor saw a hint of the fire that Loki used to love about her.

‘No, I think…’ but he was cut of by (Y/N) throwing an empty wine bottle towards him. It missed his head and broke against the wall, glass flying around the room. ‘LEAVE’ she half-yelled again.

‘I will leave when you talked to me, and I talked to you’ Thor said sternly. He looked her in her eyes, they seemed to be in some sort of staring contest. He could tell she was tired.

She sighed ‘Fine, but I don’t wan to hear a thing about your brother’ tears were already forming in her eyes.

‘Just tell me your version of events, and if it makes sense I promise that I will take Loki back to Asgard with me’ Thor said. Her eyes widened when she heard that Loki was here. For a moment she felt relieved, and wanted nothing more than to run towards him. Hoping he would wrap his arms around her and spin her around. But then she remembered the video Steve showed her about a month after Loki left. He tried to help her get over him, but it only made things worse.

When (Y/N) started to tell he story, Thor discovered that they didn’t add up, just as he expected. He couldn’t help but get angry at Steve for orchestrating this whole thing. He got so angry that a storm was brooding over the compound, something that hadn’t happen in a few hundred years. But now, he couldn’t control himself. He saw (Y/N) flinch when she heard the rumbling sound of thunder, but couldn’t help himself. She had finished her story and Thor was hallway through to explaining Loki’s version of it, when the door burst open.

Tony came running towards (Y/N) yelling ‘It’s deepfake, it’s deepfake!’ he was panting and couldn’t say anything more. That’s when he saw that (Y/N)’s eyes just notice done presence that was looming in the doorway, Loki.

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