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doublebladedbitch · 11 months

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Chapter 14-`The Target

Crosshair x FemOC

Wordcount: 1.5 k

Warnings: order 66

I didn’t believe in luck, but I believed in her and if such thing as luck existed, it was her.

I was really glad about wearing the helmet, because I couldn’t stop smiling after we were making our way through the snow on Kaller. Be careful, she cared about me, was worried…When the words had left her beautiful lips, I had wanted to grab her head and kiss her and tell her I loved her.

„I scan a life form behind that tree“ Tech suddenly spoke in a low voice and threw me out of my thoughts. Immediately I lifted my rifle and targeted the tree, my finger steady hovering over the trigger. Hunter held his arm out to stop me, „It’s the kid. The Jedi.“

Honestly, I never had been fond of Jedi in general. They were too arrogant and I was sure that they were looking down at us, like all the others. Thinking they were superior. I slowly lowered my rifle, but kept it at the ready.

The kid jumped out from behind the tree, greeting us. He looked at us confused, probably expecting a whole battalion. „We are Clone Force 99“ Hunter greeted the Jedi. „We received your call.“

„I’m Kanan Jarrus, the Palawan of Master Deba Billaba“ he greeted up with a smile. „Follow me“ he ordered and I rolled my eyes, when he swallowed down the comment about expecting something else. Hunter nodded into the round and we ran after him. To the kid’s surprise we smoothly managed to take out a large group of droids on our way.

Like we had done a million times, I secured the sides and made sure they could operate smoothly, without any surprises. Wrecker took care of the tank ahead, Hunter and Echo moved forward and took out every droid standing in their way, followed by Tech who threw electronic grenades into the larger groups to take out multiple at a time.

The Jedi watched us in amusement and lead us to his master and their battalion. While he talked to his master, hiding in a ditch with her clone commander, we took out the droids ahead. When the second tank had been eliminated and thrown down a cliff by Wrecker, I waited for the sign from Hunter before I slide down the hill, I had been hiding on and joined them. Collectively we walked up to the Jedis, looking baffled and even their commander seemed surprised.

Knowing the commanding reg, probably recognized us by now, we didn’t really need to introduce us and Hunter suggested to launch a counter-attack, because another droid battalion was approaching.

„The general gives the orders around here!“ The Reg said angrily and I rolled my eyes, hidden under my helmet. The Jedi calmed him and answered, „He is right, Captain. Launch the counter-attack.“

He nodded and gets back to his men. With her Padawan the Jedi turned to us.

„There you are little Jedi. You missed all the fun!“ Wrecker greets the child. Great, at least he found someone on his mental level.

„Watching your team in action was the fun!“ The kid replied.

„Care to introduce your new friends, Caleb?“ His Jedi master asked him with a gentle smile. He does as he is told and we all take off our helmets as formality.

„Well, I am not sure fun is the sentiment I would express…I agree with my Padawan, your exploits were quite impressive.“ She tells us.

„Exploits?“ Wrecker repeats confused at the unfamiliar word.

„Don’t overthink it, Wrecker“ I tell him and place the toothpick back between my teeth.

„Thank you, General“ Echo says, changing the topic back to the important matter. You can hear the pride and professionality in his voice.

„Now, would one of you please explain where my actual reinforcements are?“ The Jedi General asks, still confused. Aren’t we enough for her? Didn’t she just watch us? I swallow down a comment.

„Re-routed to the capital.“ Hunter explains, „We’re all you’re getting“

Wrecker laughs loud. „We’re all you need!“

Tech bores the Jedi with the news about some Jedi General engaging with General Grevious and that this could change everything. The Jedi surprisingly speaks out my thoughts out loud, that we don’t have control over this from here anyway.

„We should focus on the task at hand here“ she finishes. Hunter shortly speaks with her about our next move and when she asks the kid „Should we let them do what they do?“ Wrecker cheers and I smirk. My smirk quickly disappears when the kid wants to join us and I roll my eyes unnoticeably.

„You sure, kid. We move fast“ Hunter tells the kid.

„That’s the only way I know“ he replies.

„I like this kid!“ Wrecker exclaims and I swallow down another comment. I never fully had problem with authority figures or generals, only if they annoyed me, which most Jedi seemed to do. Shaking those thoughts away, we move out.

In the failed distance as we run, we can hear words being exchanged between the Jedi and the other clones, before shots are suddenly being fired. Confused we stop and turn around. I wonder what came into the clones mind to shoot at their general all of the sudden and we just watch the scene unfold. This wasn’t our business and I glance over to the others.

They want to stop the kid when he suddenly seems scared of us and ignites his lightsaber, I have my rifle at the ready if he should try to hurt Hunter, who was the closest to him.

„Stay away from me!“ He screams and disappears into the forrest over the snowy hill next to us.

„What is happening?“ Echo asked confused and looked after the young jedi, disappearing into the forrest.

„Execute Order 66“ Tech read out loud after checking the communication system on the data pad.

„What is that?“ Wrecker asked confused.

„Looks like we have a new objective…“ I snarled and shouldered my rifle.

„I do not know“ Tech admits and continues clicking on his data pad, desperately wanting to find an answer.

„Try to get information from the Captain Grey, we will follow the child.“ Hunter told Echo and Tech and threw me a nod at the end. „Wrecker you stop everyone that tries to follow us…“

I slid down that snowy hill, following Hunter. I had my rifle ready, if they had killed the Jedi, the kid would either avenge her or would probably have to meet the same fate as his master…we just didn’t know the reason yet, but we had a mission.

Hunter raised his arm to inform me about something he sensed and wordlessly pointed at a tree ahead. While Hunter steps closer I look through my scope and spot the kid, hiding in the branches. Hunter tries to calm and reason with the kid, distracting it from what I am doing, lifting my rifle calmly, before I fire a shot.

I missed. The kid must had sensed it, these damn Jedi.

„You’re lying!“ The kid screamed with a mixture of frustration and anger. Hunter tries to stop him, but he disappears further into the woods.

„What were you doing?“ Hunter turned to me angrily.

„Following orders“ I simply replied wanting to argue but he stops me. „We don’t know what Order 66 is…Stand down, before we know more“ He orders me and we continue following the kid. I almost tune his words out, my mind circulating only around the new objective. „Good soldiers follow orders…“

When I caught up with Hunter, we received a message from Tech over our coms. „All troops have received order to execute all Jedi, under the pretext, that they committed treason against the republic.“

„That explains things“ I scoffed.

„No, it does not“ Hunter answered. Why did he always has to be so stern… and morally question everything?

„You should get back“ Tech added, I ease up and agree with Tech without saying anything.

„No…“ Hunter says and I look at him through my visor. „Not until we find the kid“

„We should check up on, Shae. Make sure no one found the ship“ Tech said, not letting go. But Hunter turned him down again and turns off his com link. I get angry, wanting to check on her. Tech was right, how could Hunter prioritize the kid over her?

Suddenly I spotted the kid in another tree and quickly fire a shot, causing him to fall down. Landing in the pile of snow he quickly gets up and ignites his lightsaber. I wanted to get this over and done with so I keep firing, he deflects my shot.

„Crosshair!“ Hunter screamed, wanting to stop me. „Stand down!“

I ignore him and get closer and closer to the kid, only having the mission in mind. Suddenly he slashes his green saber through my rifle and before I can react, he kicks me into the next tree, causing everything to go black around me…

Grunting I tried to lift myself up, holding my head in pain. Oh, this just got personal… I think to myself when I look at my damaged rifle. He had hit the scope off and Shae’s little tie. Angrily I looked for it in the snow and found it a few steps next to me. I secured it in one of my pockets and eyed the damage on the scope…no hope. I tossed it behind me, I wouldn’t need a scope to get this kid.

#bad batch #clone x reader #clone force 99 #crosshair x reader #tbb #tbb crosshair #star wars

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spectresbase · 1 year

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Star Wars Day Shorts

Just a couple of quick smutty stories I threw together in celebration of Star Wars Day!

Ahsoka’s Instruction

There had been many things a Jedi was not permitted to do. Things Ashoka was certain had made sense when they were first codified, but that like all things about the old Jedi Order, had become outdated and restrictive, so set in tradition that their purpose and nuance had faded into memory. Memory that she felt certain not even Master Yoda could've called forth at will. Now the old Order was gone, and a new one was being built from the ground up. An Order Ahsoka was helping to shape.

The first of those pesky prohibitions to go? The ban on relationships. Connection wasn’t the weakness the old Order had thought it was. Oh, it could certainly open an unwary Jedi to the darkside. She knew that better than most. But it also gave a Jedi a reason to care. A reason to engage with the galaxy on an individual level instead of simply in the abstract. Relationships are what had saved Ahsoka when the Order fell. They were what had sustained her through the long dark. And if Luke was to be believed, they were ultimately what had killed the Emperor.

Also, it just felt GOOD! Pulling her hips up off Luke’s, Ashoka spun around on the bed, shuffling backwards before dropping into a squat atop his face. His tongue slid inside her without hesitation, swirling through the mess he’d made of her with his usual attentiveness. She let him eat her for a few moments, his tongue a soft pleasure after the hardness of his cock. It washed over her, smoothing out the jagged aftershocks of climax. Still savoring that softness, she leaned forward, her own mouth opening to wrap around the slowly softening head of his cock. She didn’t want to let him get too soft after all. He tasted like both of them, the saltiness of his cum bringing out the tartness of her own juices. The combination nearly made her drool. Running her tongue around his head, she cleaned off every drop before pushing deeper in the steady bobbing motion Bo had taught her years ago.

The shift in her position changed his focus as well. No longer able to get his tongue as deep, he switched to licking her entire pussy, starting at her clit and running his flattened tongue up between her folds. She purred around his cock, rolling her own hips minutely, riding his tongue in a purely instinctive reaction to prolong the sensation. Reaching up, Luke got a grip on her ass, fingers dimpling the orange skin as he kneaded it, not trying to control her pace, simply enjoying the feel of her. Ahsoka’s own fingers also joined the activity, wrapping around the base of Luke’s quickly rehardening cock, stroking up to meet her lips then moving back down. She could’ve let them simply go on like that if she’d been trying to cool them down. But she wasn’t. Tomorrow she’d have to blast off this rock, leaving Luke for a while to continue setting up his new Jedi Academy while she tracked down yet another lead on the whereabouts of Grand Admiral Thrawn. Cooling down wasn’t in the cards.

So instead of tightening her lips around his head and sucking hard in the way she knew he liked, Ashoka instead lifted her hips off his face, squirmed around once more on the bed, and settled herself atop his dick. It was time for round three.

Mandalorian Celebrations

Mandalorians fucked with the same intensity they fought with. While Bo-Katan had known a few who were tender and sensual, they’d been the exception, not the rule. She was alright with that.

Held down by the hand in her hair, face pressed into the rough fabric of her sleeping pad, Bo threw her ass back against Djarin, growling and snarling as he fucked her. All around them, the surviving members of the culvert and the Nite Owls were doing the same, celebrating their victory over Gideon and their reconquest of Mandalor. Just what they’d do with the planet was a problem for tomorrow. Tonight they drank and they feasted and they fucked.

Turning her head to the side, Bo watched Koska getting face fucked. Hands held up over her head, wrists wrapped in grappling line, the dark skinned Nite Owl was a mess of spit and cum, but was grinning nonetheless. Head bobbing back and forth, she took everything the soldier standing over her could give her, and demanded even more.

A ways to the left of her, the Armorer hadn't bothered removing any of her armor, simply strapping on mechanical cock she now drove into one of the survivors they’d found still living on the surface, her booted foot on the back of his head. Even as Bo watched, cum spurted from the man’s cock, joining two drying lines already painted across his chest and dripping into a puddle beneath him. The Armorer barely even slowed down.

Returning her attention to Djarin, Bo felt him tensing behind her, his fingerings tightening even harder in her hair. He was close. Good. She’d wanted him to cum first. All she needed to do was hold on a few more strokes and she’d prove to herself something she’d wondered ever since they’d first teamed up to capture that Gozanti on Trask. His growl filtered by his helmet’s speakers, he slammed into her one last time, pushing as deep as he could before unloading. She took the hot rush with a gasp and a groan, hips rolling but not retreating from it. The rush ended and he started to withdraw. She wasn’t having any of that. Twisting beneath him, she brought a knee up and kicked his leg out from under him, sending him toppling to the side. He started to right himself quickly, but not quickly enough. She was on him in a flash, shoving his legs back and squatting atop his cock, pinning him beneath her. He’d gotten his, now she was gonna get hers. This was the way.

#smut #not sfw #written smut #adult fanfiction #star wars #Ahsoka x Luke #bo katan x din #may the 4th be with you

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dindjarindiaries · 3 years

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X pushing Y behind them to protect them

this isn't a want. it's a need.

(also wldnt be mad if it was reader pushing din behind them😳 but you do whatever you want i trust you)

character: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

prompt: X pushing Y behind them to protect them

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"Hey, riduur, take a deep breath. Everything's fine."

Din's modulated voice is soothing, but even that can't make you relax as you walk alongside him through this planet's marketplace. Even though you know you shouldn't have threats trailing you anymore—with Grogu in the hands of the Jedi and Moff Gideon locked up with Cara and the New Republic—you still feel on edge everywhere you go. "For now," you finally respond to Din, looking over your shoulder as if someone's watching you. You glance over at your Mandalorian with a deep breath and a furrowed brow. "I just... I don't have a good feeling about this."

Din tilts his helmet in sympathy at you. "I know you're worried about me." He releases a mirthless chuckle as his gloved fists tighten and then loosen again. "I can't blame you for that." You set a comforting hand on his shoulder and feel Din relaxes beneath your touch as he goes on. "But I can still fight for myself if I need to."

"I know. I just..." You trail off, unable to find the words as you shake your head at him. Your voice lowers when you finally go on. "The whole Darksaber thing makes me uneasy."

Din's visor falls for a moment to the weapon clipped on his belt as he nods. "Me too."

As you turn a corner in the marketplace, another strange voice suddenly chimes in to the conversation. "Then allow me to take it off your hands."

You look at the person standing in your way: a humanoid with a wrinkled face and a hand hovering over their holster. Before anything else can be said or done, you take a step forward, stretching your arm over Din's cuirass as you urge him to stand behind you. "I suggest you walk away now," you insist in a low and threatening voice, "and forget everything you've just heard."

"And lose out on thousands of credits, for either the helmet or the sword?" The humanoid scoffs. "Not gonna happen."

You tighten your jaw and start to draw your blaster. "Then I hope you're prepared to fight."

Din tries to hold you back but you slip from his grasp before he can make a bold enough move. You dart forward and engage the stranger, lunging from one side to another in order to draw his attack away from you. With a quick slide along the dirt ground, you throw your elbow into the back of his knee to make him fall onto it. You remain in motion as you maneuver behind him and wrap your arm around his neck in a chokehold. The humanoid puts all his effort into swinging his momentum forward, causing you to flip over him and land on your back. The wind gets knocked out of you as you try to take a deep breath, paralyzed by the impact of the hit as the humanoid hovers above you.

Before the stranger has the chance to do anything, you watch a vibroblade fly through the air and sink into his chest. The humanoid crumples to the ground, allowing you to sit up as Din jogs over and reaches his gloved hands out to you. You let him help you up as you brush the dirt off yourself.

"I had that under control," you insist, smiling when Din huffs and tilts his helmet at you.

"It's like you've forgotten I'm still a Mandalorian, cyar'ika," Din says with amusement and admiration.

You shake your head at him. "I don't care. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, riduur."

Din sets a hand on your back and urges your to come closer, his helmet resting against his forehead as he takes a deep breath. "I know." After a pause, he speaks again with a strained voice. "Thank you."

You grin at him. "You don't have to thank me for that, Din."

"Still." Din lifts his helmet from his head and finds your hand, letting you secure yours in his own as he retrieves his weapon and continues to lead the two of you ahead—now with as much confidence as ever in your safety.

#oh to make din djarin feel safe am i right #din djarin #the mandalorian #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #prompts #din prompts #you have spoken

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phoenixyfriend · 3 years

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Vader Tries to Help

People encouraged me to share the dead dove concept! Yay! It’s a horrible concept with an undertone of comedic absurdity in the sense that you keep waiting to see what awful, incredibly stupid thing Vader is going to do next. Like it’s horrifying but it’s also very dumb.

By moving forward into the fic, you acknowledge that this is intended to be dark and liable to be upsetting, and that you are taking responsibility for your own engagement with the material.

This AU was helped along on discord by several parties but tbh I’m not sure how many of them actually want to be named.

Warnings: Mutual Extremely Dubious Consent (forced by a third party), drugging, irrational behavior (Vader), nonconsensual body modification, forced pregnancy, imprisonment, threatened torture of a child (not followed through on)

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Vader captures Obi-Wan a few years into the Empire. Because Vader is Anakin, but even worse on the emotional bullshit, he decides that he needs to keep Obi-Wan safe but harmless. Vader also got Luke in the whole 'capturing Kenobi' situation, so part of what Vader's thinking about all this is that Obi-Wan tried to protect The Baby and so Vader kind of owes him, obviously.

Palpatine lets him keep Obi-Wan "safe," because threatening Obi-Wan is a convenient way to make Vader shut up and do what he's told. Palpatine can kind of tell that threatening the toddler would make Vader lose his shit and attempt to kill good ol' Palps, so threatening the middle-aged depressed alcoholic being kept in Vader's guest room with Force-nullifying cuffs is pretty good. It's an additional layer of emotional torture on top of the electrocution of Vader himself!

Vader has Obi-Wan taking care of Luke, mostly, because Vader has Obligations and A Job, and Obi-Wan wouldn't hurt Luke, duh. He might try to escape with the kid, but he won't be successful, and Obi-Wan will definitely put Luke's safety first, so that probably won't happen.

This is all fairly normal for a variety of AUs, granted, and not very dark.

But see, Obi-Wan behaves. He's aware of how tenuous the situation is for him and his charge, so he plays nice. And Vader decides to reward that.

By giving him Cody.

There's an implied thought process there that Obi-Wan was fond of Cody, and Cody was fond back, and now that the Jedi aren't around, they can follow through instead of worrying about some silly Code. Vader's nullified the orders to kill all the Jedi, of course, possibly dosed their food with an aphrodisiac so they don't try to talk themselves out of What They Obviously Want.

Now, we’re going to make it a little darker, because why not make things worse by having Vader try to make things better?

Vader somehow twisted himself around to encouraging them to have a baby. This is accomplished through a combination of Sith Magic and nonconsensual surgery, and lots of questionable drugs.

Obi-Wan just wakes up in a hospital bed with a womb one morning, and is informed of the surgery then and there, after it’s already happened. The droid telling him about it is just like "in the Lord Vader's infinite kindness--" and Obi-Wan just.

Anakin.

What the fuck.

What in the actual fuck made you think this was a good idea.

(The Sith Chemicals, probably.)

I feel like Palpatine would maybe even order the pregnancy induction just to torture them by proxy because that's like eight levels of Fuck No and he barely has to do anything except tell Vader that he'd like to see what kind of children a Jedi Master like Obi-Wan has.

Luke needs friends, doesn't he?

Obi-Wan is having some very complicated emotions about all of this because Vader is, in his own absolutely insane way, trying to help.

Anakin wanted babies and Padme wanted babies so clearly, if Obi-Wan and Cody are in love, then they also want babies!

Cody and Obi-Wan very well might not be in love. Anakin definitely could have misinterpreted. It’s probably more angsty if they're just friends who ended up in this bullshit together.

(He's taking baby fever to new and somewhat horrifying heights, because... he would adore Obi's kids.)

(His family button is suprisingly large for a mass murderer.)

Vader Kindly Informs Bail That Obi-Wan Is Alive And Unharmed. Bail was a friend of Obi-Wan's, telling him this is only helpful and will keep Alderaan from getting more rebellious out of personal insult. Obviously.

Vader is almost offended when Bail implies he might hurt Obi-Wan. He kept his son safe, he owes him. Speaking of, don’t you have a child? How old is she, again? It would be Good for her to make friends, wouldn’t it? :)

Palpatine is just like... sitting back and eating evil popcorn as Vader runs around, ruining people's lives by trying to be less of The Worst than before.

Palps barely has to do anything, Anakin's fucking it up on his own!

Could have been just a sly "Kenobi is so attached to young Luke, but now that you've been reunited with your son, perhaps he'd be happier with a child of his own?" Come at it from both "make Obi-Wan happy" and "protect your relationship with Luke" angles.

Vader: I can't have babies anymore due to what you did to me on Mustafar. Obi-Wan: So you're punishing me by forcing me to have them instead? Vader: No! Children are a gift that you have been cruelly denied by the Order that held us in its chains! Obi-Wan: ...oh, right, you're insane. Forgot about that. Somehow.

Big dramatic speech about how the Jedi Order spent so long making them take lives, he’s giving Obi-Wan a chance to create it! To put something good and bright into the world!

Poor Cody is like. "General, I am very fond of you but I'm having a million panic attacks at the same time because of the mind control, and also Vader is under the impression that we're in love and I need to be your stud? I wasn't aware you could have children--" "I can't. Or at least, I couldn't, but Anakin is... creative." "...what."

I don't want to actually objectify Cody in the narrative past the point that Obi-Wan himself is, because nnnnngh racism and clone stuff, so I'm going to say Cody was in love with Obi-Wan, and would have been okay with at least discussing the whole baby schtick if not for the absolutely horrible circumstances.

Like if the war had ended normally, and Obi-Wan had expressed a desire to retire, unlikely as that was, then Cody may have suggested a dinner, and they could have gotten married and then eventually adoption...

(Cody had a lot of fantasies he didn’t let himself think about too hard.)

But no. It's this... weird Vader-inspired bullshit.

I'm just so invested in Vader trying to help but making things legitimately a million times worse.

He wants to help :) Oh god, he wants to help.

Why aren't people more appreciative of how hard I'm helping them? - the Anakin Skywalker story

With less time to stew and also getting handed what he wants, Vader could absolutely flip on a dime the second he saw Luke being protected, and go from “I hate you” to remembering that Obi-Wan said he loved him, and now he must keep Obi-Wan safe out of debt and he just... he’s playing house.

Vader throws Obi-Wan a baby shower after the pregnancy is confirmed. Bail is invited, because Obi-Wan doesn't have a lot of friends still alive. Vader decides Bail is top of the Obi-Wan’s Friends List.

This is the first time they've seen each other in two years. Obi-Wan is heavily pregnant despite Bail knowing full well he didn't have the plumbing for that before the Empire rose. Cody is there and emotionally exhausted but more lucid than most troopers. Luke is running up to Leia because New Friend!!!

....there may be MORE of the 212th and 501st at the baby shower, with “kill all Jedi” orders revoked, of course. But it will keep the children safe!! And Cody and Obi-Wan can see their surviving friends!!

Cody: I'd be much happier to see my surviving troopers if they didn't all still have chips in their heads. Obi-Wan: I feel much the same. Vader: [404 error]

Bail and his family might be there at blaster point, but aren't you happy to see them, Obi-Wan??

Obi-Wan's endless trauma is honestly somewhat curtailed by the incessant need to facepalm at Vader’s bullshit

Obi-Wan and Cody both outwardly have a very "there are much worse people I could be stuck with in this situation but obviously I wish I'd had a choice, no hard feelings" attitude at each other.

Internally, Cody is suffering because this is NOT how he wanted his crush to be realized, and Obi-Wan is just suffering, period.

Cody: How did he even choose which of us ends up pregnant? Obi-Wan: He thinks I need to be protected, and that he needs to keep me safe. Cody: ...he does realize that you're better at-- Obi-Wan: Cody, he's completely lost it. No! He doesn't realize!

I feel like over the course of the year or two this plot unravels towards Palpatine getting murder-deposed and Anakin getting locked down, part of the driving force to Vader not being Vader anymore is that Luke actually really loves Uncle Obi and always starts fussing and going "Ben's sad" whenever Vader dismisses what Obi-Wan wants in favor of what Vader thinks Obi-Wan wants, and Vader can't deny his child anything.

Luke cries because Palpatine Feels Wrong like, once or twice, and Anakin goes “oh, okay, assassination time.”

#Obi Wan Kenobi #Anakin Skywalker #Luke Skywalker #Commander Cody #Codywan #Darth Vader #Bail Organa #star wars #dubcon #situational dubcon #nonconsensual surgery #medical abuse tw #forced pregnancy tw #nonconsensual body modification #Vader Tries to Help AU #Phoenix Posts #dead dove do not read #dead dove

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stardust-kenobi · 3 years

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Let Me Help You

Obi Wan x Reader

Summary: Obi Wan isn’t very tech-savy, and he wants you to help him with his computer while you two sit in the Jedi Temple library. You offer your assistance, and decide to help him in other ways, too.

Warnings: smut, dub-con!!, male oral receiving, public oral sex

Word count: 2k

A/N: ⚠️please DO NOT read if you’re uncomfortable with dub-con. It’s not for everyone. (In this specific plot it’s used because Obi Wan is trying to be a good Jedi) Consent is slightly more clear right before the act.

This was requested by anon! Thanks lovely, hope you enjoy 💕

(my gif)

Obi Wan’s face became more frustrated by the second. You sat across from him in the Temple library. You’d joined your friend today because he wanted the company while he completed some tasks undoubtedly related to his Jedi duties.

“You alright?” You inquired, attempting to withhold a giggle at the sight of a man who is so usually calm becoming annoyed at technology.

“This datapad is going to drive me mad” he huffed. His fingers furiously tapped away at his attempted tasks.

“Sounds like a user-error” you teased him while continuing to stare at him. He looked up at you, obviously trying not to smile back. “And it’s a desktop computer, so, not technically a data pad” you jokingly corrected him.

“Well, whatever it is, it doesn’t like me very much” he remarked and returned his attention to the illuminated screen.

“What exactly are you trying to do?”

“I’m trying to navigate the archives here but it keeps telling me I’m typing in invalid coordinates” his voice grew more annoyed.

“Would you like my help?” You offered kindly

“No, that’s not necessary.” He politely declined.

You waited, not responding, knowing he’d change his mind after another failed attempt. His eyes shot upward at you across the table and quickly looked back down, but then hesitantly returned to your gaze.

“Maybe I could use your help, y/n” he finally admitted.

“Mhm, that’s what I thought” you rose from your seat and headed around the table. You observed the room, and no one was around. You hadn’t seen anyone in the library since you walked in. You could probably hear a pin drop in the vast silence. You came around behind his chair and leaned down next to him. Obi Wan’s eyes could not have been less discreet as they peered over to your chest that was now at his eye level. Your shirt was low cut, and perhaps a little too tight, but nothing you wouldn’t normally wear. You noticed but said nothing to Obi Wan, just flattered that he wanted to look.

“Let me try and enter the coordinates. What were they?” You inquired. He gave you the same numbers he had been typing in. You unfortunately found yourself having the same issue he was having. Obi Wan laughed, mocking you for thinking it was his fault.

“User-error, was it?” He teased you. You shook your head and giggled.

“Let me try something else” you said. You attempted other methods in order to make it work.

“Why don’t you pull up a chair?” He suggested.

You looked around, there were no chairs close, except for your chair on the other side of the table.

“Oh no, that’s alright” you shrugged, but then an idea crept into your devious, sexually deprived head. You checked your surroundings again, no one was in the library. It was late, anyways, so it wasn’t unusual.

Obi Wan’s lap sat there, open and empty, legs spread open, as if it was waiting on you to fill the space. You slowly moved your hips downward and over onto his thighs. He didn’t say a word, protest, or even make a sound, until you were fully seated on his unprepared lap.

“Oh, um...alright then” he stuttered, unsure what to say, but didn’t reject you either.

“Sorry, I saw a perfectly good seat and took it. That okay?” You clearly played innocent.

He roughly cleared his throat and breathed out hard. His built up sexual tension was obvious, and you preyed on it guiltlessly.

“No problem at all” he chuckled, finally responding to you. Continuing to work at the computer in your new found seat, you rotated your hips side to side subtly, pressing more firm into him. Hardly any time had passed before you felt him grow aroused under your ass. You smirked, loving the effect you were having on him.

“Oh, there we go, it worked!” you announced suddenly. The screen displayed the archive location that he searched for, after tweaking with the settings for a bit.

“What worked?” He breathed out, clearly more flustered than the last time he spoke. It was as if he was snapped out of a trance. He was incredibly distracted and couldn’t even recall for the moment what you were even helping him with.

“The...computer?” You stated the obvious, turning around sharply to meet his eyes.

“Right!” He shyly remembered.

His erection was continuing to grow and he wondered if you could feel it against you.

“Something wrong, Obi Wan?” You asked him, Both of you were fully aware of what was happening, but the lack of direct communication refused to acknowledge it plainly.

“Oh, I’m fine” He replied, clearing his throat again.

“You sure? You seemed flustered” You pushed the conversation further.

“Y-yes I'm, uh, I’m sure” he stumbled over his words.

“Seems like you’re having a hard time with your words there, Master Kenobi” you purred, wasting no time dancing around the idea. “Well, something is hard” you smirked, getting close to his face while sitting sideways across his thighs.

His breath hitched in his throat when he heard your voice turn sensual. Obi Wan said nothing because he wasn’t sure what to say. He wanted you, that you could tell, but a man that lived so strictly by the Jedi code would be hard to crack. And in public? He’d be insane to let you seduce him.

“Y/n...” he groaned deeply. His body language communicating how hard it was to restrain himself.

“Yes?” You whispered while moving your lips to his bare neck. You placed your lips at his supple skin and pecked slowly and lightly.

“As lovely as this is, I can’t” he protested. “It’s forbidden for me to engage in this, y/n, you know that”

Regardless, your lips continued working at his neck. A hum, almost resembling a moan, crawled from his mouth.

“You’re telling me, that if I got on my knees, right now, right here in front of you, that you wouldn’t want me to suck your cock?” You purred so softly directly into his ear. You observed the chills that cascading down his body and you smiled against his skin.

“Stars, y/n, I’ve never heard you talk like this” He avoided the question, his breathing still tense. You felt his hips buck slightly up into your weight.

“I know how stressed you are, Obi Wan, let me help you” you offered. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Desperation was hidden deep in his gaze. He wanted a release, but had to make a decision of his morality and his loyalty to the Jedi Order.

“You want to do that to me...here?” He inquired the absurdity of your offered actions and especially there in public. His tone was so innocent and clueless to your attraction to him.

“Oh, Master Kenobi, it’d be my pleasure” you called him by his formal name yet again, even though you’d only ever called him Obi Wan. You assumed it might turn him on. You were right.

You softly press your lips onto his. He received your lips hesitantly, but then eagerly. You moved to straddle him, placing both legs on either side of his hips. You pushed your hips forward, curling them into his bulge. Becoming more comfortable with your touch, Obi Wan’s lips danced with yours passionately.

Butterflies fluttered in your belly as you finally acted on your eager built up desires for him.

“But, y/n, the Council -” he began again, breaking the kiss, and still worried for his long list of ethical restrictions on his life.

“I don’t see them here...do you? And we both know Anakin doesn’t follow the rules, does he?” You persisted.

“Well, no. I suppose you’re right” he whispered back, laughing quietly at your comment. He was nervous, but it was impossible for him to hide his new hunger for your lips around his cock.

“Allow yourself some fun, Master”

“Y/n, I want to, but I’ve never done anything like this before” He admitted casually.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you” you sweetly assured him.

“Okay, darling, but I do believe we must make this quick” he finally fully accepted the idea, but looked quickly around the very large room to confirm you were alone together.

“Oh it won’t take me long at all” you winked at him.

Removing yourself from his lap, his eyes never left you as he was unsure of your next step. You got on your knees in front of him, as you promised. His hands eagerly fumbled to pull his trousers down. You met his hands halfway and took over.

His cock begged to be let free from its restraints. Once the cloth passed his full length, it sprung out and met your eye level. He was so adorably nervous. You released a moan at the sight of him exposed to you.

You wrapped your hand around him and the contact made him twitch. He breathed out heavily as he’d never been touched like this by another person. Your eyes met his lustful gaze. You raised your eyebrows, non verbally asking If he was ready. He nodded his head, and you proceeded.

Your lips parted widely to bring him into your mouth. Your eyes locked as you lowered your mouth completely down his length, taking all of him into you. A feeling so unfamiliar to him caused Obi Wan to grip the arm rest of the chair. He breathed in sharply, and exhaled the sweetest moan. Using the moisture from your mouth, you glided yourself up and down slowly.

“Oh my stars, y/n” he whispered. You two knew you still needed to be quiet, in case someone was close.

Obi Wan was so sensitive and touch starved beyond belief. No matter how hard he tried to muffle himself, he was unsuccessful. Your ears were graced with the delicate sounds escaping his lips as you brought him more pleasure than he’d ever experienced before.

“Fuck” he cried, already so close to his climax from your skilled motions. Vulgarity flying from him was a new sound to you and it earned a warm sensation inside of you.

An aching formed between your legs, a feeling of pleasure that was all too familiar to you. You wanted him to take you right then and there, but you’d surely get caught. Another time, you thought.

Removing your mouth to rest your jaw, you pumped your hands around him. You looked up at him, his eyes had still not broken contact with you while you created a euphoric form of pleasure for him for the first time.

“Y/n...” he whimpered

“Yes, Master Kenobi?” You cooed and smiled at him. He formed a grin down at you that quickly turned back into his O-face as you pumped him faster.

“I’m...oh my” he started, his body couldn’t stay still.

“Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Oh, yes, y/n. I’m so close. I’m gonna cum” he whined.

You returned the moisture of your mouth back to his cock and sloppily, yet rhythmically, sucked him continuously, responding to the way his body moved and the sound of his moans. The veins in his length twitched and his hips shifted.

Obi Wan threw his head back in ecstasy and just then you felt your throat become coated in his hot cum. The suppression of the growls that formed from his climax was intense and deep, somehow loud and quiet simultaneously.

You swallowed him up and removed your mouth from his sensitive parts. Obi Wan’s head was still laid back, you watched as his chest rose and fell with the effort to catch his breath.

“Was that alright?” You asked, giggling, knowing the answer already.

“Well, I...darling that was...incredible” he finally expressed in between his deep breaths.

You helped him pull his trousers back up and plant a kiss on his cheek as you stood.

“Glad I could be of some assistance for you tonight” you winked.

He was blushing, still in disbelief that you two just engaged in such an act. He was so precious and shy about the whole thing, but enjoyed every single second of it.

“Perhaps maybe I can help you next time, hm?” He suggested. You bite your lip, already growing eager for the next time you’d be alone with him.

Kinda wanna make a part 2??

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greaterawarness · 3 years

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Request: platonic or pre-relationship Codywan in some sort of hurt/comfort or intense trust/friendship situation?

(Okay sorry this is a few days late! I ended up surprisingly busy... anyway here it is! I've never written Codywan before and hope you like it!)

“Blast!” General Kenobi curses after failing to move the collapsed cave ceiling. They had fallen into one of Grievous’s traps resulting them to be nearly crushed in a cave in. Now, separated from the rest of his men, Cody is alone with the General.

“We should keep moving, Sir. I don’t think we’ll be getting out that way.” Cody says with his blaster in his hand. The General steps back staring at the wall of ice and rock before giving a reluctant sigh.

“You are right. Only thing to do now is to keep going.” He says walking past Cody. They walk in silence listening for anything that could be an enemy lurking in the tunnel. Cody tries to hide his shivering from the General. He guessed there were worse places to be trapped. He knew there were better ones. He wears his thermal gear suited to handle cold weather, but the chill still seemed to reach him. He glances at the General. He wears even less then Cody but shows no sign of being cold. He notched it up to being a Jedi thing.

“We must find a way to regroup with the 212th before sundown. Or else we’re in for a long cold night.” The General says breaking their silence. Cody doesn’t say anything. This is the first time he and the General have been alone together since the Clone Wars began. So far, it’s been constant boots on ground and endless battles. If it didn’t have anything to do with the battle at hand, they didn’t communicate with each other. Cody was fine with that. He was happy among his brothers. He didn’t feel the need to be friends with the Jedi unlike Rex. Cody shakes his head as he steps over a slippery boulder. Rex always finds a way to make a new friend everywhere he goes. Cody would have lost himself in his thoughts if it weren’t for the General slipping on the icy cave floor. Cody reaches out to steady him.

“You alright?” He asks. The General chuckles to himself while finding his footing.

“Just some ice. Nothing to worry about,” he says with a hand lifting to push some of his hair out of his face. “But why don’t we rest for a moment. We haven’t stopped moving since we arrived to this planet.”

Cody nods before walking over to sit on a stone. He has to force himself to hide a shiver when he feels the cold from the stone through his pants. He glances at the General once more. He looks tired and worn. They have been going a long time. Grievous hasn’t given them much time to rest and even when they did, Cody and the General were always on their feet making sure everything was running smoothly. He’s never seen a Jedi tired before. On Kamino, the bounty hunters would talk about Jedi like they were gods. Now Cody knows that they are only mortal. Just like everyone else.

“Something on your mind, Commander?” The General’s eyes lock onto his even through his helmet. He tried to remember if seeing through objects was also a Jedi trick.

“No, Sir.” He says plainly. He lifts his weapon to start inspecting it if only to take his eyes away from the General. But the General doesn’t turn his gaze.

“I can sense unrest in you, Commander. It’s only the two of us. You can speak freely.” He says not letting the silence settle. Cody lets out a tired sigh.

“I’m just inspecting my blaster, Sir.” Cody says lifting his blaster slightly before going back over it.

“If there’s something bothering you, I’d like for you to tell me.” He insists.

“Is that an order?” Cody says a little to harshly. The General pauses before pulling his eyes away.

“No, I just… it’s nothing.” He says. Cody frowns under his helmet. He hadn’t meant for it to come out that way. He rests back against the frozen cave wall placing his blaster at his side.

“I never fought at the first battle of Geonosis.” Cody says at last. The General cautiously looks back to Cody. “But the casualty report of that battle was… horrifying. We Clones spent our entire lives training for this war. We spent our entire lives hearing of how powerful and wise the Jedi are but after that battle? It’s hard to but my trust back in the Jedi when I know how flawed you are now. It’s put a sour taste in a lot of clones mouths.”

“I can imagine how disappointing we must be.” The General says slowly. Cody wasn’t expecting that answer. He had fully prepared himself to be chewed out or worse. He was sure Skywalker would have given him a few death threats. Cody rests a little deeper against the cave wall.

“And what about you?” He asks. When the General arches a brow he continues. “What is your opinion of us clones?”

The General’s eyebrows rise before furrowing in deep thought. He leans against the cave with a hand lifted to his chin. A common pose he takes when thinking.

“Well, for one thing, you all share the face of the man that tried to kill me on my first visit to Kamino.” He says at last. Cody chuckles. The General rubs his arms seeming more human than Jedi.

“Are you cold?” Cody asks. The General lowers his hands back to his lap.

“I’ll be fine. We should get moving though.” The General says getting to his feet suddenly. Cody wondered if he wasn’t supposed to point out Jedi flaws. Though, he supposed he already did that. He starts wondering if he’ll have to kiss being a commander goodbye when they regroup with the 212th. Still, he said what he thought should have been said.

They walk deeper into the cave feeling the temperature drop lower and lower. The General ignites his lightsaber for light while Cody uses his headlamps. They come to an impasse with the tunnel breaking off into two different ways.

“We should go this way.” They both say while pointing to a different tunnel. They stare at each other.

“My scanners are picking up wind. There might be a way out this way.” Cody says while gesturing towards the right path.

“I am a Jedi. I can sense these things.” The General says. Cody would argue more if it weren’t for a noise echoing out of the tunnel the General is wanting to go down. It’s coughing. Grievous.

“Oh yeah? Well did you sense that?” Cody asks. The General frowns before running down the right path. They struggle to run while trying not to bust their asses on the ice. They were both certain that Grievous was down the left tunnel, but his coughing is only getting louder. Neither Cody nor the General dared say a word. Their footsteps were already making to much sound. Cody slips barely in time to miss the green lightsaber cutting through the icy cave wall. He slides down the tunnel before Grievous bursts through to their side.

“General Kenobi!” Grievous coughs.

“Grievous, how lovely for you to join us.” The General says with his lightsaber drawn. Cody gets to his feet with his blaster ready. He fires at the battle droids marching slowly behind Grievous. The General engages Grievous in the small tunnel. Between all the blaster fire and swinging lightsabers Cody was sure the tunnel was bound to collapse. He needed to get the General out of here. While he thinks of all their options, he notices the General lose his footing before hitting the ground hard. Grievous lets out a chilling laugh while lifting a lightsaber in the air. Cody reacted without thought. His body dove to push the General out of the way but not before Grievous can slice the left side of his helmet. Pain explodes across his face and back of the head. He knows he’s on the ground, but he can comprehend little else. He lifts a trembling hand to his face. It’s wet with warm liquid. He can’t open his eyes to see. He feels hands grabbing him before he’s sliding across the floor.

“Hold on Cody!” the General’s voice yells. Cody tries to regain some control over his body. He forces his right eye open. He and the General are sliding across the cave floor. The General must be using the Force to keep them going. Grievous isn’t far behind them. He takes his blaster and shakily aims it at the cave ceiling. He fires wincing at the ringing in his ears but grinning when the ceiling starts to collapse on the saber swinging asshole. Cody looks forward to see an immediate drop in the cave floor. The General tries to stop them but he’s to tired and they’re going to fast to stop. They cling to each other before falling into the dark whole.

“…ake up! Cody, wake up!” The General’s voice starts out distant before turning into shouting. Cody slowly opens his right eye feeling his body ache and scream from pain.

“What happened?” He croaks. His voice cracks and feels sore. The General sits back on his knees with a relieved sigh. Cody notices a large purple bruise on his forehead and his busted lip.

“Well, I guess you can say we’ve hit rock bottom.” He says making Cody crack a small smile.

“I’d call this ice bottom.” Cody chuckles and then winces at the pain.

“Nice to see you’ve developed a sense of humor.” The General chuckles. Cody looks around trying to take in their situation the most he can without moving. They’re completely surrounded by ice with only the light of his headlamp to see. Seems the ceiling collapsed on top of them as they fell. The General gives a full body shiver.

“Come here,” Cody says with his arm stretching out slowly. The General arches a brow. “Lay with me.”

“Commander, you haven’t even bought me a drink yet.” The General smirks. Cody rolls his eyes.

“It’s to share body heat you ass.” He says. The General slowly slides forward before curling into Cody’s side.

“I’m impressed.” The General says through chattering teeth. “You ah—actually called me an ah—ass.”

“Oh, I’ve called you an ass multiple times. Just not out loud.” Cody admits making the General laugh. The General shifts so he can sit up.

“Let me see your wound.” He says managing to keep the teeth chattering to a minimum. He reaches for Cody’s helmet. Cody didn’t stop him. Mostly because he couldn’t even if he wanted to. He winces as the helmet lifts off his head. He flinches at the intensity of the cold and of the pain across the left side of his face. The General stares down at him with eyes filled with worry. Cody hears a tearing sound before cloth is being pressed to his face. He sucks air through his teeth at the pressure. “I’m sorry.”

“What was that?” Cody asks with his whole body tensing up.

“You didn’t have to do that.” He says softly. Cody can feel his trembling hands holding the cloth to Cody’s wound. Cody’s eyes stare into General Kenobi’s though this time it was General Kenobi’s turn to avoid eye contact. Cody could remind the General that his life was worth more than Cody’s, but he didn’t.

“I don’t hate you.” Cody says at last. This time General Kenobi’s eyes meet his. Cody lifts a hand to place on top of the General’s. “Despite how I feel about the Jedi and this war… I don’t hate you.”

Cody almost thought he could see some color return to the General’s face. The General slowly lowers himself back down to rest against Cody’s side. Cody puts an arm around the General keeping him close.

“Have you tried the coms?” Cody asks after a pause of silence.

“Yes, they’re jamming our signal.” The General says with his head on Cody’s shoulder. Cody turns his head to look down at the General’s face. His eyes are getting heavier as he fights off sleep. The light from his headlamp starts to flicker. It’s going to go out soon.

“Get some sleep, General,” Cody says softly. “I’ll take the first watch.”

The light from the headlamp goes out just as he feels the General slip off into sleep. He stays awake for as long as possible but eventually even his exhaustion wins the day.

Bright lights. Everything is bright and warm. At first Cody thinks he’s dead. Then thoughts of Kamino resurface before he realizes he’s on a republic cruiser. He sits up suddenly before wincing at the pain in his face. He pushes the blankets off him before walking over to a mirror. He stares at his reflection. He’s glad he can still see out of his left eye, but he wasn’t sure how to feel about the scars along the left side of his forehead that curved down to his cheekbone. When the doors open Rex gives a big grin.

“Glad to see you made it.” He says giving Cody a pat on the shoulder. Cody winces still feeling sore from his time in the tunnels. He turns, putting his hands on Rex’s shoulders.

“Rex, where’s the General?”

Rex helps Cody get dressed before leading him down the hallway. He was uncomfortably aware of his missing helmet. Probably couldn’t be saved. He’ll have to get a new one. He feels his heart pounding against his chest. Rex hadn’t said what condition the General was in. Cody starts cursing himself for letting the General fall asleep. They should have fought to stay awake. He goes over every possible thing that could have gone wrong before the ship door’s part to reveal the General standing with his back to Cody. Cody is frozen at first before coming to his senses and clearing his throat.

“Ah, Commander Cody,” General Kenobi says while turning around. Cody pauses when he see’s the clone trooper helmet in his hands. It’s almost identical to Cody’s old one except for a new visor attached. The General walks forward. “I thought I’d add a little extra eye protection if that’s alright?”

“Thank you, Sir.” Cody says slowly. He reaches out to takes the helmet. His hands partly cover the General’s. Even through his gloves he could feel his heat. General Kenobi lowers his head slightly.

“I’m sorry about your scar.” He says softly.

“Just makes me look tougher.” Cody snorts with a smirk. The General lets go of the helmet so Cody can hold it under his arm. They smile at each other for a moment longer before the ship doors part as General Skywalker enters.

“Hate to break up this happy reunion but we’re needed on Christophsis.” Skywalker says. Cody frowns at the sound of his voice.

“The work is never done.” General Kenobi sighs. Cody walks at his side as they make their way to the bridge.

“Never is, Sir. Never is.”

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ifonlyweknewwhatiwasdoing · 3 years

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i think you should do 10 - After a near-death experience + 2 - “I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.” for obikin!!!! (if you want <3)

Hello Friend!

Thank you for the prompt!

As with everything that I ever do, this prompt got entirely out of hand. It ended up over 2.6k.

Also, it took me longer to find the button for the read below cut than it did to type out this message. Which turned out to be easier to find than I thought it would be.

The information that they were giving was compromised or maybe it had just never been correct in the first place but either way they are in a bad way. When Obi-Wan and the 212th battalion had landed on Truthuc they had been told to expect around fifteen thousand droids to their location. With his battalion it shouldn’t have been a problem, three thousand troopers would have been enough to take them on easily. But as they cut through ranks, Obi-Wan felt a tremor through the force and knew something was wrong.

“Cody, we need to retreat,” he’d told the commander.

His commander was busy, wedged between a boulder and something he couldn’t make out, his face screwed up in confusion, “But sir, there are only a few hundred left. We’ll be able to easily pick them off. We haven’t even sustained over a hundred loses.”

“Cody, call in a retreat,” Obi-Wan told him again and this time looked at him sternly, ducking behind a tree to take as much cover as he could.

“Is this another force thing?” Cody asked, which was his way of asking Obi-Wan if he knew something that he didn’t without going into full detail. Sometimes a few moments were the difference between life and death in these battles and they both knew this better than anyone.

Obi-Wan nodded, feeling relieved as Cody started to bark orders, telling the men to retreat. He could hear the confusion in the background, but everyone started to fall back. They were too late though.

The cruisers came out of almost nowhere but soon there were four of them and Obi-Wan realized in horror that they had to have been nearby. If they were fully equipped there were over two hundred thousand droids and Obi-Wan knew that they had to pull back.

“Get to the cave system,” Obi-Wan barked, “We need to find a position to defend the colonists and fast. There’s no way we can take them this spread out.”

They retreated through the canyon system, shooting to defend their position as the Separatists started to close them in. They would have been fine, shooting off the remaining droids and droidekas as they escaped to the cave system but then the shooting started and Obi-Wan looked up just in time to see their air support come in, shooting at the unstable formations above their heads.

The only thing Obi-Wan could hear was a ringing in his ear and screaming as he ran and used the force to push as many collapsing formations out of their path as quickly as he could, but they were losing numbers fast and the Separatists’ backup had yet to even land.

By the time they had made it to the cave systems, Obi-Wan knew their numbers had been decimated just by looking around. He found Cody by a stroke of luck and started him comm.

Yoda’s face appeared with a few of the council as he was ducking, another explosion taking out the closest formation to him. He pushed what debris back he could and then focused on the grandmaster.

“It was a trap,” he informed him, “There are closer to two hundred and fifty thousand droids currently landing on the surface and they’ve got air support. We don’t stand a chance. We need backup.”

“The closest battalion free to help you would be the 501st,” Windu told him, “But Skywalker is at least three days out. He’s broken through a blockade and is dropping supplies.”

“We may not make it three days,” Obi-Wan told him solemnly, “Isn’t there anyone else closer who could help us?”

“Locked in engagement, the 104this,” Yoda told him gravely, “Help you, they cannot. Wait for Skywalker, you must.”

“I understand,” Obi-Wan told them, “I’ll send you our coordinates. We are backed into a cave system to escape the airstrikes. We’ll hold the line as long as we can.”

“May the force be with you,” Eoth told him and Obi-Wan bowed his head.

“And with you,” Obi-Wan told him before the transmission cut out and they were all alone.

He turned to Cody with a grave look.

“We’ll wait for the cover of night,” Obi-Wan told him, “Then evacuate all the colonists with half of the troopers to the west, away from the fighting and into the abandoned settlement three klicks from here. It’s already been combed over by them, and they’ve got underground tunnels to protect them. The rest will stay with me as a distraction. We’ll protect the cave system like everyone is still here.”

“Sir, you can’t stay here,” Cody argued, “What will we do if it takes too long? You’ll die here and they’ll realize it was a distraction and we’ll have no one to lead us.”

“I have to,” Obi-Wan insisted and then put his hand up to cut off Cody’s next words, “If they see that I’m gone they’ll know that we’ve moved. We can’t afford to let that happen.”

Cody’s face went rigid, but he nodded, “Okay. I’ll tell the rest of the men and prepare them to leave.”

“Cody, you have to go with them,” Obi-Wan told him and at his face shook his head, “You’re right. They will need someone to lead them if I don’t make it. That has to be you.”

“Fine,” Cody told him, “But keep a tight grip on your lightsaber. I won’t be here to pick it up for you, sir.”

Obi-Wan flashed him what he hoped was a cocky grin, “I will.”

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It had been three days and of the fifteen hundred troopers Obi-Wan had started with, he was down to just under fifty. It had been a massacre and there were droids and his men everywhere, the bodies scattering the canyon. The sun had been constantly battering down on them and the air was almost unbreathable, the smell of rotting flesh permeating the air. On the second day, it had started to rain, and it hadn’t stopped since. The canyon and the cave system started to fill with water and Obi-Wan knew they were running out of time but Anakin wouldn’t be due for a least another twelve hours and that was only if everything had gone well.

They were up to their knees in mud and rainwater and Obi-Wan knew that he wasn’t making it out of this. He heard a yell and looked to his left as a droid shot down another one of his men. Crys tried to drag him to safety but had to retreat as the man was shot again, this time in the gut.

“Fall back!” Obi-Wan called, “Another twenty paces! Now!”

“General we’ve only got another hundred until we’re at the entrance to the cave,” Wooley called and Obi-Wan gritted his teeth. They were at the end of their rope and resources. It wouldn’t be long now.

“Go!” Obi-Wan commanded, “We’ve got to hold them off as long as we can!”

They fell back, tripping in the mud and stumbling over rocks that were completely submerged. Obi-Wan took cover behind another formation, glad that the rain had at least halted the air attacks. If it kept up, it would take the droids longer than they had to get to the rest of his battalion and colonists.

There was another shot, and he heard more yelling. He looked over to see a man fall and realized that he didn’t even know the man’s name. He’d been new, just joining the 212th during their last ship repairs.

He started towards him, but the man was already dead, his whole body underneath the murky water.

And then with a jolt, Obi-Wan cried out, a sharp pain shooting through his gut as a blaster bolt nicked him in the side. He was so tired, and his reflexes weren’t fast enough to get him out of the way of the next two shots that hit him: one in the leg and the other in the hip. He fell to his knees, holding his hands out as troopers prepared to get to him.

He was dizzy, barely able to breathe, and he knew that this was it for him. He tried to catch his breath, to tell his troopers to retreat but he couldn’t find the words. His lungs started to burn, and he wondered if maybe the shot had been better than he’d first thought. He couldn’t keep his eyes open as he started to collapse completely.

He heard voices yelling and then the sounds of airships and briefly mourned the fact that they wouldn’t even be able to keep the colonists and remaining troops safe. The last thing he felt was arms grabbing him and then he was out.

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Obi-Wan felt like he was floating. Everything around him was dark and all he could hear was Anakin’s voice calling for him. He sighed. There was so much he wished he’d told the man before he died. He was leaving Anakin all alone to continue by himself.

Beautiful, perfect Anakin who had grown into a beautiful man and an amazing and loyal friend. The shame of his rejection would have been worth saying the words he’d been so desperately holding back. It didn’t matter that he was too young, that they were Jedi. It didn’t matter in the face of a never-ending war and his death.

He loved Anakin Skywalker with everything he had. He’d just wished he’d had the guts to tell him.

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Obi-Wan opened his eyes to a room surrounded in white and briefly thought that it was fitting that his afterlife took place in the one place he’d tried to run away from the most. And then Obi-Wan heard talking and realized that he must in fact be alive.

He looked over to see Anakin looking down at a datapad, reading aloud from it, and realized that it was the poetry that he’d last been working through during their docking for repairs.

“Just like the river travels long rough miles through cities and towns just to flow into the sea for eternity…”

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan said, or he tried to. It came out more as a hoarse noise, but Anakin abruptly stopped, head shooting up as he looked at Obi-Wan.

“Master!” Anakin said, and then he was rushing forward, hands everywhere at once as he looked over him, “You’re awake! Are you hurting anywhere? Do you know where you are?”

“Water,” Obi-Wan croaked out desperately, and then Anakin was reaching over to the bedside table, grabbing a glass there and putting a warm hand under Obi-Wan’s back to help him partially sit up, helping to lead him to the straw.

Obi-Wan took several gulps of water, the coolness sliding down his throat and soothing the soreness in it. It also helped to clear the taste of bacta that was lingering in the back of his throat, and he realized he must have just been recently pulled from the tank.

“I was so afraid,” Anakin told him, “When we landed, and you were collapsed like you were. You took three blaster bolts, Master! What were you thinking? Stepping out of your cover?”

He’d been thinking about his trooper, hair still the standard military cut and armor still unpainted who’d fallen before him. But that wasn’t an excuse. He’d known better than to step out of cover.

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan told him, voice still rough despite the water, “We’d been holding the line for almost three full days without sleep. Everyone’s judgment was starting to get impaired Anakin. I’m sure you understand.”

“No I don’t,” Anakin shot back, “I don’t understand the way you are so intent on putting yourself at risk.”

“We are at war,” Obi-Wan told him tiredly, “There isn’t a way to keep me out of harm’s way, Anakin. That is our way of life now.”

Anakin sighed harshly, looking down into his lap, “I know Master. I just worry about you. What if- what if I hadn’t gotten there in time? What if the last time I saw you was fallen in the mud of some godawful planet where you’d been shot?”

Obi-Wan knew it was a bad idea, the words on the tip of his tongue. But Anakin was right. What if he had died there? What if he died tomorrow? What would his biggest regret be?

He already knew the answer to that.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan started, swallowing around the lump in his throat, “The war is getting worse every day and there might come a day where I may not make it.”

He put his hand up to silence the words that were on the tip of Anakin’s tongue, his face screwed up into an angry, disbelieving look.

“It’s true,” Obi-Wan told him, “And if- if that happens there is something that I need to say to you. Before I go. But you might not want to hear it. It- it may make you want to put some distance between us and I- I wouldn’t blame you.”

No matter how much it would kill Obi-Wan, he could never hold anything against Anakin. It just wasn’t in his bones. There was a single atom of him that had the ability to stay angry at him.

“I’d never do that,” Anakin immediately told him as he frowned, “I’d never leave you alone. I pro-.”

“Don’t say that before you’ve heard what I have to say,” Obi-Wan warned him, “Please don’t.”

Anakin said nothing, only nodding his head to let Obi-Wan know he was listening.

“I-I love you Anakin,” Obi-Wan finally forced out, voice shaking, “I just want to let you know that I love you. A lot. Never forget that.”

“Master I lo-,” Anakin started to say.

“No,” Obi-Wan told him, squeezing his eyes shut against the wetness that was building behind them, “I don’t mean the way a master usually loves their padawan, Anakin. I- I mean like you love Padme.”

Obi-Wan heard as Anakin sucked in a sharp breath and tried to push down his panic as he waited to be rejected. There was no way Anakin would want anything to do with him. The master who had so often lectured him on the dangers of attachment, admitting to the most dangerous attachment of all, one he didn’t even have the decency to try to hide anymore. And to his former padawan of all people.

“Master…” Anakin said and Obi-Wan let out a hurt sound.

“I know you don’t feel the same and that’s okay I just couldn’t keep it in anymore, not with the way that we could die at any moment. I needed it to be out in the open in case anything was to happen to either of us,” Obi-Wan rambled.

He waited for the rejection, for the anger, for the sound of Anakin walking away but it never came.

Instead, two hands cupped his face, one warm skin, and the other cool durasteel, tilting it up. He opened his eyes to drown in cerulean. And then warm lips were being smashed against his.

Anakin tasted like caf and the spice rolls that he liked to buy from the lower levels. His slightly chapped lips worked against Obi-Wan’s, tongue running along the line of them until Obi-Wan opened his mouth and Anakin could push in, turning the chaste kiss filthy and wet as he swallowed the noises that Obi-Wan couldn’t help but make.

Anakin pulled back and Obi-Wan felt like he’d been hit over the head with a blaster.

“I don’t love Padme,” Anakin told him breathlessly, “I love you. I just didn’t think you’d ever even consider it.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“I love you Obi-Wan,” Anakin told him, closing the space between them to pull him into another kiss and then whispered in between their lips, “And I’ll love you for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever,” Obi-Wan whispered back and then pressed their lips together again.

The war waged on around them and soon they would be separated once again, fighting for their lives. There was a never-ending war to deal with, reports to follow, orders to carry out but for now, they had the warmth of each other's arms, the love that was radiating through their bond, and the absolute stillness of the force around them, as if t had waited with bated breath for this exact moment.

#asks #prompt fill #obikin #it's a little bittersweet #but that's just star wars for you

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kyber-queen · 3 years

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burning (fives x gn!jedi!reader)

Summary: A retelling of the Umbara arc where reader is assigned to the 501st to assist in the Umbara invasion. Established relationship with Fives, Krell is an ass to reader and Fives is Not Having It, couples that defend one another stay together, lil bit of fluff lil bit of angst lil bit of action we got it ALL

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Canon-typical violence, medical stuff, mentions of death/injury, Krell is just an ASSHOLE to the reader, a lil kiss perhaps

Author’s Note: This idea has been stuck in my head for AGES, and now I finally have it on paper!! This was really fun to write, as always ANY comments/feedback/questions would be HIGHLY appreciated !! ALSO: ner kar’ta means my heart in Mando’a !!

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A rumble of murmurs rolled through the battalion of troopers at the sight of the interim general of the 501st. Pong Krell, Fives had identified from behind you. You watched warily as the besalisk exited the dropship, his hulking form broad and dark against the soft glow of the natural vegetation. You fell silent as he spoke with General Skywalker. The newcomer unnerved you. Skywalker seemed hesitant to leave his troops behind—you didn’t blame him. The council had insisted you accompany the 501st to assist with the march on Umbara’s capitol, and even with your short time stationed directly in the unit you had seen firsthand Skywalker’s devotion to his troopers. The prospect of leaving them under the command of the rather imposing figure before him must be daunting.

You snapped to attention as Skywalker introduced you and the Captain, your eyes meeting Krell’s for a moment as he appraised you. His gaze turned your stomach.

He was a Jedi master, you reminded yourself. He had the respect and trust of the council, and as Skywalker turned to leave, you reluctantly acknowledged that he had the General’s trust as well. You shifted a quick glance behind you, seeking out Fives. He stood at attention, his shoulders squared. You’d talk to him later, you figured.

“Commander, will I be graced with the honor of your full attention, or do you have more pressing matters at hand?”

Condescension dripped from Krell’s tone. Your cheeks heated, and you quickly turned to face the new General.

“My apologies, sir,”.

Krell harrumphed, continuing on with his speech.

You watched the troopers’ faces fall as he ordered them to stand at attention when speaking to him. Krell seemed to be a fierce disciplinarian—you doubted there would be much tolerance for open discussion with the besalisk in charge. Still, he ran a highly successful battalion. His leadership style differed greatly from Skywalker’s, but he had the success rates to back up his different strategies. It’ll only be one mission, you figured. How bad could it be?

Krell finished his speech with a sharp nod of his head, ordering the troopers to move out. You lingered in the rear, giving Krell a respectful nod as he wrapped up his discussion with the Captain. Now was as good a time as any to make a more personal introduction.

“General Krell, the council sent me here to—”

“I know why you’re here, Commander. As far as my understanding goes, you are to act as a tactical assistant. I will let you know if I need any such assistance. Dismissed,”.

You frowned, turning away and taking a few jogging paces to catch up with the men. Was it just you, or did the new general seem rather indifferent? You brushed away your thoughts as the terrain rose up to meet the steady pace of your feet.

“Fives,” you called, his helmet whipping around at the sound of your voice. He motioned for his brothers to slow down, allowing you to catch up. You quickened your pace, closing the gap between the two of you.

“So, what do you think of the interim General?” He asked, looking back to his brothers for just a moment as if in reassurance.

“Strict, and almost dismissive” you noted, “but I’m sure his intentions are good,”.

Fives nodded, slipping off his helmet and tucking it under his arm as you walked.

“Me ‘n Jesse were just talking—Krell has the highest casualty rate in the GAR,”.

Your mouth formed into a small ‘o’ as you acknowledged the concerned look on Fives’s face.

His voice lowered, so only you could hear.

“It’s over 50%, ner kar’ta. He’s reckless, and he doesn’t take no for an answer. I—”

You silenced him with a gentle touch to his upper arm, in between the gap in his armor. His eyes drifted to your hand against his skin, and then back to your face. His expression softened.

“I know it’s going to be difficult—honestly, I don’t entirely trust him either—but Skywalker and the council do. We aren’t going to be able to pull this invasion off if everybody isn’t on the same page,”.

Fives nodded hesitantly. You gave him a soft smile in response. The two of you trudged on.

***

After hours of crossing inhospitable terrain, fending off native creatures, and surviving an enemy ambush, your patience with Krell was wearing thin. In the past few hours, he had shown a total disregard for the lives of the men under his command as well as your own rank in the battalion. When you seconded Rex’s call for a scouting party, the General all but laughed in your face. Your opinion meant next to nothing to him. Without the extra reconnaissance, hundreds of men died today. Unnecessarily. You burned. Rex and Fives echoed your frustrations, both men airing their grievances with the interim General.

Rex spoke first, raisng the question of Krell’s inconsiderate and dangerous tactics. He was right, you thought. Krell had crossed a line with his reckless strategies.

The General was less than receptive to Rex’s input, jabbing his large finger into the man’s chest as punctuation to his harsh words. You opened your mouth to remind the General that, according to the Jedi council, you were still his tactical advisor and that you had also adamantly disagreed with his strategies before he dismissed your opinion. Before you could speak, Fives strode up to the General, speaking in fierce defense of his captain.

“General Krell, in case you haven’t noticed, Captain Rex just saved this platoon. Surely you won’t fail to recognize that,”.

Krell’s lips twisted into a sneer, and he ignited his lightsaber menacingly. Your hand instinctively flew to your own saber on your belt clip as you stepped forward in defense of Fives, the weapon igniting in your hand.

“ARC-5555, stand down,” Krell ordered. His gaze flitted over to you, noting the saber in your hand and the thinly concealed fury in your eyes with a smirk. “And Commander, put that out before someone loses an eye,”.

“Sir, yes, sir,” Fives murmured, exchanging a glance with you as you hesitantly switched off your saber.

Krell dismissed the platoon with a smug grin.

You grabbed Fives’ vambrace, dragging him behind a large swatch of vegetation. He removed his helmet, taking a seat on the ground next to you. He sighed deeply. The dark circles under his eyes were prominent—he looked tired.

You wanted to yell. You wanted to complain. You knew neither of you needed that right now.

You reached up to cup Fives’s face in your hand, stroking his cheekbone with your thumb gently.

“When we get back, I’ll issue a report to the council on Krell’s neglectful treatment,” you murmured, offering what comfort you could.

Fives shook his head.

“It’s no use—what’s the council going to do? Give him a slap on the wrist? It’s not just Krell, ner kar’ta. To the majority of officers here, we’re expendable. One man dies, but there’s three more finishing up their training on Kamino and ready to take his place. I wish they’d realize—”. Fives trailed off with a sigh, and his soft brown eyes met yours.

You gave him a sad little smile.

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Fives’ hand moved up to rest lightly against your cheek, his other hand holding the small of your back softly as he returned your kiss with a small grin.

A twig snapped.

You leapt away from each other as if you had both been burned.

You looked around, searching the darkness for a hidden figure. Heavy footsteps sounded to your right.

Before you could turn to follow the noise, blaster fire echoed to your left. Fives slipped his helmet over his head, yanking you back behind the vegetation. Your saber ignited, and the sky lit up with crossfire.

***

After receiving new information from Kenobi, the battered 501st made its weary way to the Umbaran airbase. Under Krell’s command the casualty rate had increased tenfold for this mission alone—the battalion medics were stretched thin. You did what you could to ease the pain of the wounded. Spotting a ridge, Krell motioned for you and the Captain to follow him.

“We’ll advance along the central gorge, and engage their forces in a full-forward assault,” Krell ordered.

You exchanged a look with Rex, who re-examined the terrain with his scope.

“The gorge is narrow, sir. We’ll only be able to move our platoons in single squads,” Rex explained.

We’ll be sitting ducks entering single-file down that gorge, you thought.

“Perhaps a closer recon will tell us if there’s a more secure route,” Rex suggested.

“I agree with the Captain,” you stated. “With the numbers we’ve lost earlier today, we can’t afford to risk the lives of the men we have left with a full-forward assault,” you supplemented.

Krell frowned.

“Obi-Wan and the other battalions are holding off the enemy right now, while they wait for us to take out this base. We don’t have time to look for a more secure route,”.

Krell turned away with finality.

Rex shook his head, turning back toward his men.

This isn’t right, you thought. You jogged to catch up with the General.

“General Krell,” you called.

“What is it, Commander?” he grumbled.

“I’d like to talk to you about possibly reconsidering the full-forward strategy. A short reconnaissance mission could provide vital information in taking this base, and it could possibly save the lives of many of our men,”. Your hands twitched anxiously.

“Our men, hmm? A charming sentiment, Commander,”.

Your brows furrowed. When you next spoke, there was a new intensity to your voice.

“Forgive me for being forward, General, but it isn’t a sentiment. Each trooper we lose is a life that we were responsible for protecting. It is in everyone’s best interest to go forward with the reconnaissance. As your tactical advisor, I strongly suggest you consult with Captain Rex to put together a small recon team,”.

Krell chuckled to himself.

“Everyone’s best interest. Amusing. We’ll proceed with the full-forward assault as planned,”.

You fumed.

“Sir, as your tactical advisor, I insist that you initiate the formation of a reconnaissance team. I do not understand why you fail to realize the gravity of this situation,”.

There was a spark to Krell’s eyes, now. You had angered him. He paused. You held your breath.

“Forgive me for being forward, Commander, but I do not place much weight on the opinion of someone whoring themself out for a clone. I’m sure you understand how this situation appears to me,”.

You sucked in a sharp breath. It had been him in the darkness. You were certain of it. Your chest burned.

“I-I apologize, General,”.

Krell nodded dismissively. You turned away, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He knew. You’d get expelled from the order, Fives would get reconditioned if he was lucky, and you had no clue what to do about it. You stepped away.

“Oh, and Commander?”

You turned back to face the General, hastily wiping at your face. You wouldn’t cry in front of him. You couldn’t.

“Yes, sir?”

“If you want to remain in your current station, you would do well not to disobey my orders again,”.

Krell was blackmailing you.

You nodded.

“Yes, sir,”.

You stumbled down the hill as fast as you could, spotting Fives amongst a gathering of troopers. He noticed a tear streaking your face, and pulled you away from the crowd. As soon as the two of you were alone, you spoke.

“He knows, Fives. Krell knows about us. He saw us, when we were away from the rest of the platoon, after he threatened you. Maker, I—” Another tear slipped down your cheek as you fought to catch your breath.

“Slow down, ner kar’ta, are you sure? How do you know?”

Fives’ eyes, soft and calm, met your teary ones. You scrubbed at your face hurriedly.

“I went to talk to him after he proposed the full-forward assault without a recon,” you spoke, your voice wavering less this time. “He wasn’t receptive to my explanation, so I asked him why. He said he ‘didn’t place weight on the opinion of someone whoring themself out for a clone,’”.

Fives’ eyes went wide.

“He said that to you?”

You nodded. “He knows,”.

Fives gripped your shoulders tightly.

“Stay here. I’m going to—” Fives started towards the hill, looking up to where Krell stood with an expression of pure rage on his face. A palm to his chest stopped him in his tracks.

“Don’t. I think he’s blackmailing me—I don’t think he’ll tell, as long as I don’t question his orders,” you explained.

Fives cocked his eyebrow at you.

“You really believe that?”

“I have to. What choice do I have?”

Fives shook his head, checking to make sure you were truly alone before pulling you into a tight embrace. You sighed into his shoulder.

“He won’t get away with this, ner kar’ta. I promise you,”.

***

Your hands shook. You had taken the airbase, the supply ship had been destroyed, and it still wasn’t enough for Krell. You remembered when Fives landed the Umbaran fighter just an hour ago, how relieved you had been when he made it back alive. That relief was gone, now. Krell had ordered him to be court-marshalled for disobeying orders. Rex had assured you he would assume responsibility, that he would talk to Krell, and that Fives would be okay. He came back minutes later with a weary face and news that threatened to rend your heart from its chest. He had received an order of execution for Fives and Jesse. You had to talk to Krell—beg on your hands and knees if you had to—you had to get that order reversed, nevermind Krell’s warning not to question his orders. You had to try.

You stood outside the command center, attempting to steady your countenance. One trembling finger pressed the button to open the door.

“General, we need to talk,”.

“What troubles you, Commander?” Krell didn’t even bother to turn around.

“I demand that you overturn the order of execution for ARC-5555 and CT-5597,” you stated firmly.

Krell chuckled.

“We both know you’re in no position to make such demands, Commander,” Krell sighed to himself. “I had hoped you would heed my earlier warning. I should have known it would fall on deaf ears,”.

“General, you are sending two innocent men to their deaths,”.

Krell glanced around, noticing the surrounding clones closely watching your exchange.

“Troopers, leave us,”.

The men filed out of the room quickly, leaving you alone with the General.

“You should be thanking me, Commander,” Krell mused. “Last time I checked, wasn’t attachment cause to be expelled from the Jedi order? Exterminating this clone solves both of our problems,”.

You shook your head.

“They won’t do it. They won’t execute them,”.

Krell hummed, considering your statement.

“Maybe so—but these men will be put to death, even if I have to carry it out myself,”. A twisted smile split Krell’s face as he spoke.

You ignited your saber, your tone fierce and unyielding.

“I won’t let you,”.

Krell tilted his head, both his sabers lighting up in his hands.

“Make your decision carefully, Commander. You’ll be expelled from the Order. You’ll lose everything,”.

Without Fives, you had nothing left to lose.

You swung.

Krell outmatched you with both speed and power. Each of your attacks was met by his blade. You growled. He parried your strike, landing a blow to your cheek with his fist. Your vision swam.

You were on the defensive now. You blocked two consecutive strikes from Krell’s sabers, grunting as he forced your blade closer and closer to your face. You scrambled for footing.

“It’s disappointing, really,” Krell hummed, his voice alarmingly casual. “Wasted potential,”.

Krell swung his unoccupied fist into the side of your head, the force of the blow carrying you across the room. Your saber clattered to the floor. You reached for your hilt, but just as your fingertips curled around the metal, an invisible hand grabbed you by the throat. Your body lifted from the cold durasteel floor, your toes barely brushing its surface. The pressure around your neck tightened. You clutched at your throat, darkness creeping around the edges of your vision. His eyes locked on yours, golden and eerie.

“You’re…Sith,” you choked out.

Krell chuckled.

“Not quite, my dear Commander,”.

Krell’s sneer was the last thing you saw before your vision went dark. You dropped to the floor.

Krell sighed, waving open the command center door. He motioned for the troopers to re-enter before gesturing at your unconscious body with another uninterested wave of his hand.

“Take them to the brig,”.

***

Fives walked to his execution with his head held high. He joked with Jesse, hoping to ease his brother’s mind as they marched towards their uncertain fate. He tried to be strong. All he could think about was you.

Two soldiers had carried you into the brig, placing you gently into your cell just as Fives was led out of the room. He caught a glimpse of your face before he left—you were bruised and unconscious. What had you done? What had Krell done? The markings on your face could not have been left by a Jedi.

As his closest brothers marched in with their blasters, his heart ached. He couldn't meet his end this way. Not while you and his brothers were still in danger. He needed to do something, and he needed to do it quickly. To save his brothers. To save you.

Dogma asked if he’d like to be blindfolded.

Reality sunk in. It was now or never.

They aimed. Fives spoke.

“Wait! This is wrong. And we all know it. The general is making a mistake, and he needs to be called on it. No clone should have to go out this way—we are loyal soldiers, we follow orders, but we are not a bunch of unthinking droids. We are men. We must be trusted to make the right decisions, especially when the orders we are given are wrong,”.

Fives sucked in a breath, hoping his words were enough.

“Fire!”

Not a single shot met its target. Fives breathed a sigh of relief.

As he and Jesse walked back to the brig, the question of his fate as well as yours still plagued him. He was sure you had ignored Krell’s warning not to question his orders—that must have been why you were so bruised and battered. Fives’s real question was why Krell had left you in such a brutalized state. No Jedi would have been so physically cruel. Fives’s blood boiled.

He re-entered his cell, curling up against the left wall. He could see your unconscious form in the cell next to him. He made careful note of every visible bruise and scrape on your body. Your neck was beginning to shade a deep purple color, and you sported a black eye. Each little mark fueled the fire of Fives’s anger tenfold. Krell needed to pay. To think that the man had even touched you, let alone battered you in such away, was enough to burn at Fives’s chest. He needed revenge. He spent the next few hours carefully monitoring your breathing, wishing he could reach out to touch you through the ray shield, wishing he could offer you the same comfort you always gave to him.

When Rex reappeared hours later, explaining that the era of Krell’s leadership had reached its end, Fives jumped at the chance to bring him in. With each new sliver of information Rex shared with him, Fives felt his anger at the besalisk grow. The so-called Jedi had targeted the two people he had cared about most—you and his brothers. As he checked his weapon and strapped on his armor, his expression set into a steely glare. Krell wouldn’t live to destroy any more lives—Fives would make sure of it.

***

The trees rustled with blaster fire and movement. Krell was everywhere. Fives heard the screams of his brothers over the comm—he took each one to heart. He would be ready.

“Steady your weapons—he’s headed our way,” Rex called.

Fives locked in his scope.

The general emerged in a blur of brightly lit plasma. Fives fired. Each shot was easily deflected by the Jedi, his twirling sabers redirecting the bolts effortlessly. Fives growled.

The general switched off his sabers, as if taking on the platoon with his lightsabers was far too easy. His back was to Fives—Krell grabbed a nearby trooper from his cover, flinging the man into the air. Fives saw his chance.

“What are you doing?” Rex hissed. Fives paid him no mind.

He fired five rapid shots at the general’s back. Only one managed to glance off the besalisk’s thick skin. Fives charged forward, swinging his blaster into Krell’s head with all his might. On his next swing, Krell knocked the blaster from his hand with a mere wave of his arm.

So that was how he wanted to play.

Fives readied his fists, throwing and landing three consecutive punches. The besalisk doubled over on the third, caught off guard by the strength of the blow. Fives grinned from under the helmet.

“A taste of your own medicine, yeah?”

Krell rose to his full height, allowing the remark to roll off his back. He lifted Fives off the ground with an invisible hand, before tossing him unceremoniously into the trunk of a nearby tree.

Feeble clones.

Fives hauled himself up from the ground slowly, his head pounding from the collision. Krell was nowhere to be seen. Fives scanned his surroundings—none of his brothers were visible, either. Had he been knocked unconscious? He listened for blaster fire, but none could be heard. He felt around the darkened forest floor, his hand closing around the shaft of his rifle.

A voice echoed to his left.

Fives ran towards the noise. He could barely make out the sight before him through the thick Umbaran fog. His brothers had gathered in a semi-circle around the still form of the former General. He ran faster, stopping when he reached Krell’s body and sucking in a deep breath.

“I stunned him, sir,” Tup explained.

“Nice work, Tup,” Rex praised.

Fives nudged the general with the nose of his rifle. His finger itched at the trigger. Rex pulled at his arm.

“Ease up, Fives. We got him,”.

Fives exhaled slowly, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Yeah, we got him alright,”.

***

You woke up in medbay, your head aching and throat throbbing. You were thirsty. You tried to speak, but your voice came out in a warble. You flexed your hand, realizing it was encased in something warm. You squeezed.

Fives jolted upright. Both his hands encased yours, and his eyes widened.

“You’re awake—are you alright? Do you need anything?”

You smiled, realizing he had fallen asleep holding your hand. Your smile quickly faded when you remembered what had happened that brought you here. Your heart seized.

“K-Krell—” You managed, the words scraping at your throat.

Fives smiled softly.

“Me ‘n the boys took care of him—he’s gone. You’re okay. We’re okay,”.

You nodded as he brought your palm to his lips, kissing it gently before resting it back in your lap. He fell silent.

Your eyes glanced over his weary expression. The lines on his face had grown into canyons in two short days. You hummed, words catching in your raw throat.

“Are you alright?” you croaked.

Fives shook his head, glancing up at the ceiling before looking back down at you.

“I almost lost you, ner kar’ta. Lost a lot of good men, too. Too many men,”.

You nodded, your chest aching at the emotion in his voice. You held out your arms. He collapsed into you, mindful of your new bruises.

The guilt of so much loss was eating at him. It broke your heart. You held him tight against your chest as he murmured an apology into your skin.

#arc trooper fives #arc trooper fives x reader #fives #fives x reader #fives x you #arc trooper jesse #clone trooper tup #captain rex #clone trooper x reader #the 501st #anakin skywalker #pong krell #my fic

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vultures-and-scavengers · 2 years

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Convergence

Three weeks after Vydari and Calumnia return to Yavin with the Oricon veterans, Calumnia declares Yavin to be worse than Oricon. She’s standing in the clearing, and her bare biceps are covered in bug bites, and Kho has to swallow a laugh because the Dark Lord just looks so miserable.

Aliya doesn’t restrain herself, and she does laugh. Kho’s amusement dies instantly, and he waits for Darth Calumnia to grow angry and retaliate, but she never does. She only takes on a pitiful wounded look.

“We have a patrol to ambush,” Kho reminds the pair of Twi’lek women, and they break from watching each other to return to their positions at his left and right shoulders. He’s still expecting the knife in his back from Calumnia at some point, but there’s no benefits for doing so right now, not when they’re allied against Revan.

For whatever reason, Aliya respects her. Kho doesn’t get it, doesn’t quite care to get it, and is waiting for the day they inevitably face off on the battlefield. He, at least, still remembers what the Sith and their Emperor did to Sarrai. The friend he remembers is dead, and a stranger walks in her body. That Calumnia is helpful now doesn’t change that she uses a red and bleeding lightsaber crystal.

Of course, three minutes after he thinks that, they come across the Revanites and he discovers her lightsaber is yellow. Regardless, it’s a figure of speech. She’s Sith. Sith are evil.

He watches her footwork though and he thinks derisively the Dark Council has gone downhill. She’s clearly not accustomed to dueling. Calumnia defeats her enemies anyways when he isn’t watching, and he assumes she’s better at sorcery. She seems the type.

Aliya and her bend over a datapad found on one of the Revanites, and he doesn’t quite catch their low voices as he moves to keep an eye out for more Revanites, but he does pick up when it turns into an argument.

Calumnia concedes, her eyes flicking over to Kho and Kho smirks. She’s outnumbered and outgunned, metaphorically.

She gives Aliya a pinched look, and Aliya slips off the trail and into the undergrowth, following something she found on the datapad, and Calumnia slips after her.

Kho can at least admit she’s far sneakier than he is.

He follows, feeling a bit like a lumbering beast as the Shadow and the assassin slip soundlessly though the woods. But soon enough, they’re back to quiet waiting. Another patrol, one that has Aliya especially worked up.

Eventually the Revanites prowl along the cliff face beneath them, and Calumnia twists her fingers. The one in the lead drops instantly, and Aliya is leaping off the cliff side to engage the others. Kho follows, and by the time Aliya and him have taken out the other Revanites, Calumnia is just landing on the ground.

She makes another gesture, and the lead Revanite wakes with a gasp. Kho stares, because he had been sure the Twi’lek man was dead. It’s Aliya, however, that speaks first.

“Nalen? What are you doing here? Why would you join the Revanites?” There’s dismay and betrayal in her voice, and Kho stares at her. Somehow she knows this man.

For his part, he looks at Aliya blankly. “To destroy the Sith? Like the Jedi and Republic are supposed to be doing? Revan’s tearing them apart from-.”

'Nalen’ sees Calumnia, who is listening a few meters back and then his voice becomes accusatory. “Why are you working with the Sith?”

“Because it was the Revanites who leaked Tython’s location and security flaws, Nalen. Revan wants the Jedi Order destroyed just as much as she wants the Sith Order destroyed.” Aliya’s expression is becoming increasingly wounded, but Kho doesn’t step forward. There’s a history between her and Nalen that he isn’t privy to, and he doesn’t want to misstep.

To his credit, Nalen looks startled and betrayed at that bit of news. Many Twi’lek villagers had died in the attack on the Temple: Sith bombing had been indiscriminate and with the better relations between Jedi and Twi’lek, several had been in the Temple when the attack began.

“That doesn’t make sense,” he said slowly, “Kolovish- the old Matriarch- she said the Revanites were our allies against the Sith.”

Calumnia took several steps forward. There was a look on her face that indicated she had a hypothesis she didn’t like, and she swiped through notes and files furious on her datapad. She made a noise, and then having found whatever she was looking for, pulled up a hologram of an elderly Twi’lek woman. “Is this Kolovish? We only had the moniker Matriarch to go by.”

Nalen nodded slowly, and Aliya turned to give Calumnia a questioning look. Calumnia only looked grim, and said, “We need to get out of here before there’s another patrol, and then I’ll tell you about the Star Cabal. I was an idiot to not think about them, I mean, Revan wants to take down both the Sith and Jedi, and-- and so do they.”

#oc: darth calumnia #oc: miyala naida #oc: aliya vydari #oc: kho vakkol #swtor #shadow of revan #if i cannot get star cabal content i will create it #also fuck swtor's revan i have my own #also kho is on team hating calumnia and aliya is very much not #aliya is about to put them both in a 'this is my get along shirt' sweater

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writingmyheartsout · 3 years

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So chapter 2 is finally alive! And with a new banner too

Pairing: Paz Viszla x reader.

Prompt/trope: modern au/meet cute

Warnings: none...i think

as always, comments, likes & reblogs are very welcomed!

usual tags: @plexflexico @jedi-mando @absurdthirst @mandorush (thank you so much btw, you have been very precious)

First chapter Ao3 link

Inner thoughts in italic

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His life had been exhausting from the very beginning, traveling from one town to another, with no real place to live and settle down. He aimlessly wandered around, taking along with him only the bare minimum, finding solace in brief moments of quiet. Now, Paz found himself tired, so when he stopped in yet another unfamiliar city, smaller than any other he had ever been to, he felt like stopping for a while.

Unaware that it was going to last quite some time.

So, as soon as he managed to find a suitable apartment to live in on a budget and a job to meet future expenses, he felt like something was going to finally move forward in the right direction, maybe. What he wanted now was to experience something that felt normal, or at least, normal enough for him.

Two days after moving in, he began his first day at work. It wasn’t anything fancy, an ordinary job as a barista in the local café. He had already worked in a coffee shop before, and this one looked reasonably quiet and simple, perfect to be comfortable enough to show his face since no one knew who he truly was.

He arrived early for his morning shift, and despite the snow-covered pavement, he decided to go for a walk around the block for a minute or two while smoking his first and last cigarette of the day.

He was trying to quit, but it was damn hard, especially with all the stress he was under these past months.

His new boss sounded pretty friendly right from the start, to the point where, during a chat over the phone, he had told him that he was glad he had found someone to help him out at the coffee shop in the morning. Since his daughter had started college and wasn’t able to help out anymore, he had to juggle between orders and paperwork in his back office in order to keep the boat afloat. The friendliness felt strange at first, but it was nice to have a person who trusted him for once. And he didn’t mind waking up early anyway.

It was still very early when the first customer walked in. He didn't care much at first until she spoke, and he answered back automatically, without a glance.

"Would you like something to eat with that?" he inquired, sticking to the script he'd learned to perfection a few hours earlier... but when he received no response, he raised his eyes for the first time that morning.

She was... staring at him?

No idiot, What are you thinking?

He politely repeated the question and saw her gaze focus on him again… and her cheeks turned slightly red.

Yup, she was definitely staring at him...

He managed a smirk when he finally took her order. It had been a while since anyone looked at him like that. Usually, the sole purpose of people staring at him was to pick up a fight, so he almost forgot what that felt like. And now that he had unintentionally made someone blush, a pretty girl nonetheless, he didn't mind that feeling at all.

As he approached the coffee machine, he noticed some movement out of the corner of his eye. When he instinctively turned to see what it was, he realized that she sat right in front of him, patiently waiting.

Luckily the place was almost empty, except for the owner who stayed in his office until lunchtime, so he could take his time as he enjoyed the view.

But then... his own brain returned to annoy him...

Don't ever think about it ...

Don't think about flirting with her

Just don't...

He engaged in an internal debate with his mind as he set the coffee powder in the machine and picked the right cup to use.

But Paz wasn't the type of person to think about something over and over again. He usually went straight to the point, occasionally dealing with the aftermath of his decisions in the worst way possible.

So after placing the lid on the cup, he grabbed a marker he always kept nearby and wrote a simple message, hoping he hadn’t misread her intentions.

That is if she saw it before tossing said cup in the garbage.

You're an idiot!

It's always nice when his own mind worked against him, but at this point, he didn't even care anymore. It was worth a try even if only to be rejected.

"Here you go, medium black coffee with two teaspoons of sugar," he then announced as he turned to face her again, wearing a smile so bright and genuine it caused her to blush once again, harder this time.

God, she’s even cuter when she’s flustered.

"Thank you" she babbled, taking the cup out of his hands. But as he was about to answer, her phone rang, startling her and making him mentally curse the damn thing for getting in the way.

He barely had the time to watch her hastily stand up and walk towards the exit and once at the door, turn around and smile at him once again.

His only hope rested on what he wrote on the cup he handed her and, for some odd reason, he actually hoped his gesture wouldn't go unnoticed. He knew deep down that he wanted to see more of her... again... and again.

He barely knew who she was and he already wished he knew everything about her.

Maybe, he thought, it was about time he went back to living his life the way he used to once...

This is basically the pov from Paz's point, bit short but I felt like it explain the situation better

I know this update took longer than expected but real life has been very stressful lately.

#paz vizla x reader #modern au #meet cute #paz viszla #coffee shop au #star wars writing #the mandalorian #writemyheartsout's writing

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starr-fall-knight-rise · 4 years

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Host.”

here is a fun little story for today, I hope you all like it. I had a lot of fun writing, so I hope you have fun reading. This was adapted from a viewer suggestion, so I hope it is what you were looking for.

They were out mapping the milky way. It was probably going to take the next thousand years to put any sort of dent in discovery for their own galaxy, but the GA already had a handle on andromeda, so Admiral Vir felt it was his duty to get a head start on the milky way.

Leaving a few of his other ships to get a start on the Orion arm of the milky way, he determined to start with Perseus staring from the outside and working in. Using advanced GA technology, they took multiple scans of the proceeding star field, marking planetary systems where earth-sized rocky planets are located in the Goldilocks zone.

He wouldn't have told this to anyone else, but he may or may not have manually marked locations that he wanted to visit because they looked cool. You know like planets whose carbon content suggested that it might rain diamonds, or an icey eyeball planet tidally locked with its star creating a circle of water where ice dominated everything else.

Unfortunately, no exotic lifeforms, but that was alright he supposed, no big deal.

He had seen enough aliens to technically last a lifetime, and while he would never argue with more, he definitely could not complain.

So he happily directed them from one strange new world to the next, hoping beyond hope that they would find something interesting and strange to explore or study, well more explore and less study considering he wasn’t exactly the ‘science’ type’.

He was looking for something that the scientists would yell at him for if he tried t touch.

He sighed at the thought, good times.

“Airlock 2 deck 7 engaged.”

He reached up to the side of his helmet and pressed inward, “Copy.” before dropping his hand back onto his lap where he sat atop the space cycle.

His feet flexed lightly against the cycle pedals as the door opened, kept in place by the pull of strong magnets against his boots.

A line of several other space cycles followed him outside, three or four of them curving around the side of the ship to take a look at an impact site along her upper starboard side.

There had been a collision alarm of course, but none of the systems seemed to be damaged, so this check was nothing more than a precaution.

While they were working on the ship, Admiral Vir had grabbed a group of other scientist to go with him in order to explore a large spiky ball of ice they had discovered floating about in the middle of space. It was a rather large ball of ice, maybe the size of a small moon, though it’s gravity was hardly strong enough to interfere with the cycles.

People back at the UNSC argued that position as Rear Admiral meant having a desk job, but he was determined not to be benched, besides, it was his ship and he could do what he wanted within reason. Furthermore, no one else on his improvised ‘jedi council seemed to mind what he did as long as he ran it by them first.

No one wanted to take planetary exploration away from him, and he was just fine not to point it out.

All around them the vastness of space was dark accept for the distant winking of lights plastered against the firmament. If he looked up, he saw stars, and if he looked down, he saw stars.

No matter how many times he flew in space that sensation never went away, and he found himself shaking of a sudden sense of vertigo as he maneuvered his cycle towards the edge of the glassy ice surface. A group of scientists clustered together, taking samples of the ice and speaking excitedly to one another as he floated forward into an icy tunnel opening.

Let them geek out about dirt and ice, he was going to go exploring.

Using a mapping system on his suit, he allowed the object to track where he was and how far he had gone as he floated some ways into the darkness.

The single beam of his forward headlight rolled over the walls and floor, casting a dim illumination back at him as he rode inward. It seemed to him, strangely that the ice glowed green and blue as he passed.

For a moment he imagined that he could hear the creaking of the ice and the echo of his engines in the darkness, but knew that fantasy wasn’t the case considering there was no room for noise in a vacuum

Everything outside would be completely silent.

He angled his cycle up as he came into a large cavern and picked one of the outgoing tunnels to explore. The beam of his light rolled and slithered over exposed ice giving him an eerie feeling, like walking into an ancient cathedral or long abandoned cave.

He was just raising into the next tunnel when there was a sudden violent jerking motion to one side, and the magnets that held his boots to the cycle disengaged. He found himself flipping end over end, and then the lights went out.

***

He sat politely in the alien ship hands folded neatly in his lap.

He glanced down at his watch, and then looked back up at the surrounding scene. He was in a large cavernous room, whose walls seemed to be more organic than they were metallic. Great pillars of dense purple ferry material rose into the air giving the alien ship it’s chape.

Admiral Vir checked his watch again. He had about an hour until someone noticed that he was missing.

That was fine.

Just stay calm.

All of this was honestly par for the course with him, and it wouldn’t due to be rude to his hosts.

There was a slight echoing off to his right, and he turned to watch as a group of those strange creatures floated in. He wasn’t entirely sure how they floated, as there was no inflatable sack that he could see, like the Vrul. In fact he would have described them almost like large tadpoles. They were blue/black/purple in color with a large, round bulbous head and a single great orange/yellow eye in the middle. This upper half allowed the creature to float, and below it, a short, stumpy tadpole-like tail wiggled and waved in the air to propel them forward.

If they had been any smaller he might have considered them cute, but at almost five feet tall, and floating two feet off the ground, they were a strange and unnerving site.

Little trains of bioluminescent dots in green and orange ran up their sides, giving them a strange, almost electronic quality, though they were clearly organic as well.

The group of them floated over, gathering around him like an excited group of children.

He waved.

“Hello, um, just thought I should let you know. I am totally cool with this, and all, but I am due back on my ship in an hour, so…”

The group of them moved closer, one of them gently grabbed him by the hand and hauled him to his feet using its tail as a prehensile arm.

He took to his feet and followed after them

They seemed polite enough, so why not. It was no skin off his nose.

Unless they did, in fact, want the skin off his nose in which case, he was going to have to protest just a little bit.

He walked with them into the next room where they let him go before beginning to prod at the outside of his suit.

He held up a hand, “Hold on, just give me a second.”

He glanced down at his atmospheric reading, to find that, while oxygen content was higher than normal, it was still breathable.

“You’ll want me to take off my suit first. You know, make it to the squishy center.”

He reached up, popping off his helmet with a hiss and gently setting it down on the floor. He was hit with a sudden wave of smell, that reminded him of burnt rubber and…. Roses?

The group of creatures pulled back slightly as if they were surprised.

He went about removing the rest of his suit before he was left standing in astronaut footie pajamas, his hood pulled back from his hair.

“Better?”

The group of them clustered in a bit further.

One of them lifted its tail to prod at him, but paused, its great orange red eye seeming to turn, looking at him.

Wawas it hesitating?

How very polite..

He waved a hand, “Go on, I don’t mind. This isn’t my first rodeo you know.”

The creature tentatively reached forward to prod at his hand.

He raised it to give the creature a better look articulating his fingers and wrists so the creature could see his full range of motion, “See, the fingers move because of the tendons right here, and those tendons are connected down here on my forearm.”

He knew they didn’t understand him, but it was sort of a coping mechanism to keep him relaxed.

This was sort of a routine for him, and it wouldn't due to go freaking out in front of his new friends.

He let them feel his hands flexing his fingers so they could get a good look at the tendons.

Another one of the creatures approached him, this time holding some strange device in its tail.

He sat down hand still held up for the others to examine.

The thing with the strange device floated over, setting the thing down to the side to prod at his hair.

He shivered as its muscular tail rolled over his scalp, like a snake slithering through his hair.

“Here friend, if you want to do some tests.’ he reached up, and yanked out a couple strands of hair, holding them up to the light so the alien creatures could see.

They floated backward and then the one rooting around in his hair reached over for its device, using it to collect the hairs he offered to them.

He patted one of the creatures on its side, “Very polite you all are.”

He held out his arm, rolling up his sleeve, “here you go, some skin scrapings or a blood sample or something. I can't exactly tell you how to find it, but I’ll let you have it.”

They glanced between each other, and one of them gently took his hand while another ran something along his arm. He could feel metal scraping over his skin, and when the creature withdrew, it left a raised red line in its wake.

It pulled back a little glancing at him in what seemed to be concern.

He waved a hand, “No harm done, it will go away in a few minutes. Look”

He dragged his fingernail down the other side of his arm to show them that they hadn’t hurt him, and that seemed to relax them as they continued on with their examination.

He remained politely seated as they did their testing running their tendrils over his back while one or two of them played with the rotation of his ankle,

“So you see that’s how we started dating, and I know, I know some people think it’s weird, but the more and more it goes on, the more it just seems…. right , you know.” he raised his arm rotating his shoulder so they could get a good look at the articulation, “The problem now is telling my family. I mean, I think they totally suspect you see, but I don’t know how well they will take it when I ACTUALLY confirm their suspicions. Like I mean I think my brothers will be cool about it, especially Thomas and Daviid, but I don’t know about my parents.” One of the aliens approached with a strange strip, holding it up to about face level, gently prodding at his cheek.

“Oh is this the saliva swab part? here , let me get that.” He reached up and took the strip from the alien passing it into his mouth to allow it to soak up some saliva before handing it back. The creatures seemed pleased and floated away.

“All in all though, I think life has really been going well for me so far. I mean I haven't been kidnapped in a while.” He paused, “Well aside from today, and I’m pretty sure I am in a very good place mentally.”

They approached again with another machine, this time holding a cold, round metal piece up to his throat as he talked.

It almost seemed as if they were listening.

He took a few deep breaths for them, before beginning again, “Plus I have an entire Armada of ships, did I mention that. Well, technically they aren't MINE per se, but I definitely consider them to be mine. The GA even gives me command of their fleet when in times of war, so pretty awesome I think. Not that I have ever gotten to command them all at once, and i sort of don’t want to.”

He reached up and took gentle hold of their device as they tried to pull away, “No, you are going to want to hear this.”

He unzipped the front of his astronaut suit pulling his arms out and letting the upper half dangle around his waist as he pressed the cold little circle to his chest just above the heart.

They took turns listening, seeming very interested.

He then held the thing up to the side of his neck again, so they could hear the same sound in another part of his body.

The link seemed to excite them, “Yeah, gotta carry oxygen to my dumbass brain somehow.” He said leaning back and moving the device to over his stomach, “Get a load of this.”

He smirked a bit as his stomach made a prolonged grumbling noise, and the group of aliens looked around at each other in some concern. He sat up and patted his stomach, threading his arms back through the sleeves and zipping himself back into the suit, “Yeah, people think it’s weird too, don’t worry.”

They wandered off after a second, and returned with a large floating machine in the shape of a circle.

The implant on his left wrist went off, and he looked down to see that it was detecting x-ray pulses. Not enough to be an issue, but enough to be detectable.

“Oh x-ray for my skeleton and insides or whatever.” He stood and held his arms out to his sides for them palms facing forward like all humans stood in medical textbooks, “Light me up.”

There was a pulse of x-ray energy that spiked in his implant for a moment before receding.

They wriggled excitedly pointing out something to each other.

He wandered around to see what they were looking at and found that he was right. His skeleton stood there in full glory, though his leg and metal eye were causing some distortion.

“Hmm gotta get you a better picture, hold on.”

He wandered over to the bench, and undid to the footie part of his right leg pulling it up to mid thigh before detaching the prosthetic.

That shocked them a big

He had to hold up a hand to calm them down as he set it off to the side.

“Hold on, its alright, I have a real one right here.” he undid the pant leg of his left foot so they could see properly, and they moved forward in fascination, one of them prodding at his prosthetic.

He then flipped up his eyepatch before turning away, “You aren’t going to want to watch this.”

WIth a quick movement, he popped out the prosthetic eye and covered the socket with his eyepatch turning around and holding up the eye to show them, “here you go, kind of crazy isnt it.”

The one that had been prodding at his leg moved over to take a look at the eye, seeming greatly fascinated.

He motioned the x-ray guys over, setting his eye down and hopping up to one foot motioning them to try it again. Hesitantly they seemed to understand and took another snapshot. This time the image was much better, and they seemed very pleased as he returned, popping his eye back in and socketing the leg back on.

“Not to shabby huh?”

They did a few more noninvasive scans as he continued to make smalltalk, occasionally patting the strange alien on its side. Eventually they began to mimic the movement, patting him on the head or on the shoulder when he was doing something they wanted. He enjoyed having the encouragement.

At one point he was sitting in the middle of a group of about ten of them as they simultaneously prodded, articulated and examined different body parts. The same one from earlier was still playing with his prosthetic, which was sort of adorable to watch.

At one point, his implants began to buzz, and he held up a finger to his new friends, “Hold on, I have to take this.” He reached up, pressing the side of his neck to answer the call.”

“Admiral Vir speaking.”

“Admiral, thank goodness, where are you. We found your cycle but, not you…. ar e you alright!” It was simon speaking

He lifted up his foot so one of the creatures could bend his knee, “Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine, but making new friends.”

Simon seemed annoyed, “Admiral, you can’t just go missing like that. It is very irresponsible, and overly juvenile.”

He stood and twisted around so they could get a better look at the flexibility of his spine, “Well, Actually Simon, I was given an invitation I could not refuse.”

“Admiral this isnt funny.”

He sighed, “Simon, I'm not kidding. I am on an alien ship being propped right now as we speak. I repeat this is not a joke.”

The angry growl from the other end of th line told him that she did not believe him.

“Hold on, let me send you a pic.”

He held out his hand before him, rotating the camera around so it faced him, “Everybody say Admiral Vir isn’t a lying bastard!”

There was a minute flash, and then he sent the file.

There was silence on the other end of the line before, “No Fucking way.”

“Yes, anyway, just give me a few minutes and I will be right out.”

He cut off the channel and stood patting the creatures on the arms as he walked over and began pulling his suit back on, starting with the boots and working up. They watched for a few minutes until one of them wandered over and began handing him pieces.

He smiled, “So polite. Anyway, I have to go.”

He secured the chest piece and held the helmet under his arm, “Which was is out?”

One of them grabbed him by the hand and gently lead him out of the room and back the way they had come.

Once they reached, what he assumed to be the docking bay, one of them reached down, grabbed his helmet and gently slid it over his head, locking it into place. Then it patted him on the helmet. He returned the gesture

“SO nice, now, there is something I should give to you.” he reached into an router containment pouch on his suit, and withdrew a data stick gently passing it to the next alien over ,’On there you will find the coordinates of one of the GA offices and a communications line to talk with them. I would suggest making contact. The GA would love to have you aboard, and I would be more than pleased to see you again.”

The Alien wrapped its tail around the stick and blinked long and slow at him. He patted it one more time before motioning to the door.

The group of aliens slowly filtered from the room, and there was a sharp hiss as the airlock opened, and everything went silent.

Jauntily, he leaped from the opening, turning on his head lamp as he went sailing a good hundred yars into the dark until the minute gravity pulled him down to the icy surface.

He hoped his way through the tunnels until he caught another signal.

“Omen, this is Admiral Vir, sending my location now.”

He didnt have to wait long until a rushed group of concerned marines descended on him, dragging him onto the back of a cycle before flying him out and back towards the omen

Returned nice and cozy in the ship, he pulled off his helmet and looked over at Ramirez, “What do you think, Cyclopes or Mikes.”

Ramirez tilted his head, “Mikes?”

“Yeah Like that little one eyed monster Mike Wizowski from Monsters Inc, you know since these guys only have one eye.”

Ramirez stared at him blankly and he nodded to himself, “Mikes it is then.”

Ramirez just shook his head and sighed, “You seem relatively calm for a guy who just got kidnapped for like the twentieth time.”

“I wouldn't say kidnapped actually, more like cordially invited. Kidnapping implies they weren't going to let me go. Actually very good hosts, and hopefully, if we are lucky one day they will join the GA

Ramirez just sighed and shook his head again, “Nothing surprises me anymore.”

“Oh I'm sure you’ll be eating those words next week.

He thought about it for a moment and then shrugged with grudging acknowledgement. “You're probably right.”

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inkformyblood · 3 years

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because you are my tribe

Jangobi Week 2021 Prompt #5 Competence (Canon Divergence pre-Kamino. Obi-Wan has left the Jedi. Mand’alor!Jango.)

Jango never imagined his life ever turning out like this: curled into the narrow space of his bed; the filtered air biting at the exposed scarred skin on his back, and yet he was warm; his riduur curled up safe in his arms with the blanket loosely coiled around their hips as their ship hurtled through space.

“You’re thinking too loudly.” Obi-Wan’s voice was rough with sleep, the crisp edges of his accent slurring into each other. Eyes still closed, lashes casting dim shadows over the faint freckles dotted over his cheekbones, Obi-Wan raised himself up, tilting his head to kiss along the edge of Jango’s jaw. His lips rasped over the growth of beard Jango had yet to shave off, searching for his mouth. Jango could only pause a moment before he gave in.

Kissing Obi-Wan felt like coming home, something in the depth of his soul responding with a resounding rush of mine. He could taste the echoes of the tea Obi-Wan seemed to run on, a distinct sweetness Jango could recognise from his most recent batch — a mixture of berries and coiling flower petals that unfurled in the water.

“Good morning, mesh’la,” Jango murmured as they parted, feeling the ache in his neck from the angle and yet not regretting the betrayal of his body. Every pain was a worthy sacrifice to kiss Obi-Wan as he deserved to be kissed.

“Mesh’la, again?” Obi-Wan chuckled, eyes half opening just to wink at Jango before he settled back onto the bed, dragging the blanket up around his chest. Jango was undeterred, moving to kiss the curve of Obi-Wan’s shoulder, mouthing over one of the scars there to hear a low hum rumble through his chest.

“Mesh’la,” he murmured once more before Jango began to work his arms free — Obi-Wan making a half-hearted groan of protest at his movement, goosebumps prickling down his spine — and stood.

Jango had always felt strangely guilty about complimenting Obi-Wan in a language he didn’t speak, but he couldn’t help it. He had spent so long disconnected from his father’s culture, from his culture, that trying to express how he felt for Obi-Wan in anything else felt hollow. The other man had reassured him time and time again that he knew Jango loved him, could feel it in the Force — and however much Jango disliked the Jedi Order his lover had left, he was grateful for their teachings as they brought Obi-Wan comfort.

The floor was freezing beneath his feet, and he winced at the sudden chill, casting a desperate eye back to the bed. As if feeling his eyes on him, Obi-Wan stretched, putting Jango in mind of a pampered loth cat, rolling his shoulders as he took up the rest of the bed.

“I’ll check the flight course.” Jango ducked down to kiss Obi-Wan again before forcing himself to break away and move towards the door, knowing that if he didn’t, then neither of them would leave the bedroom. It would be a power-play to emerge from his bedroom without his beskar'gam, looking for all the world like they had spent their travel time otherwise engaged. Although Jango and those closest to him knew how incorrect that assumption would be — it wasn’t one he wanted to use for his return to Mandalore.

He still couldn’t believe it fully. His thoughts felt like they were tripping over each other as he moved through the ship — toes curling against the rough metal floor, pressing his hands to the wall to ground himself. The True Mandalorians had survived past the massacre on Galidraan, including Myles, and had thrived. They had thought he was dead, mourned his loss rather than hate him as Jango always thought they would. And now he was returning, Mand’alor once more.

The computer chimed softly as he entered the room, and Jango settled into the pilot’s seat, methodically working through the log of the previous night. The tangled mess of emotions that ran through his ribs lessened slightly at the sight of the green lights filling the screen, only to rear its head once more as he glanced at the chronometer.

They were nearly there.

Jango stood, his hands curling into trembling fists, a heady mix of adrenaline and fear making the world spin around him, and went to put on his armour.

⁂

“Here.”

Obi-Wan telegraphed his movements as he moved closer, reaching over Jango’s shoulder to take the pauldron from his sweat-soaked fingers. He smoothed a careful touch over the new dark green paint, before settling it onto Jango’s shoulder in the correct position.

Jango turned to watch him, taking in the crease of concentration on his brow, the tip of his tongue caught between his teeth as he worked. They were so close together, Jango fancied he could feel the heat from Obi-Wan’s skin through the heavy beskar he wore.

“I need you to know, cyar’ika—” Obi-Wan met his gaze, his eyes a gentle blue like a still lake whose depths Jango could only guess at even after so long together, “that I do love you. More than I can say like this.”

“I know.” Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss him, buckling the last strap with a grin against Jango’s lips. “I couldn’t find the right time to tell you before, but I do know.”

“Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar'tome, mhi me'dinui an, mhi ba'juri verde,” Jango murmured, repeating the vows he and Obi-Wan had exchanged.

“We are one when together, we are one when parted, we will share all, we will raise warriors.”

“You speak Mando’a.”

Obi-Wan nodded, his eyes darting from side-to-side as he studied Jango’s face, chewing reflexively on his bottom lip as he waited.

Jango’s grin felt like it would split his face in two. “You speak Mando’a,” he gasped, turning in Obi-Wan’s loose grip to cup his face, dragging Obi-Wan down to kiss him properly, rough and so full of love. They broke apart with a grin and Jango laughed. “This return just got even more fun.”

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humandisasterskywalker · 3 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) -

All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Anakin Skywalker Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Torture, Whump, Anakin Skywalker Needs a Hug, No Beta We Die Like Clones Series:

Part 1 of Whumptober 2021

Summary:

Whumptober 2021 Day 1 - ALL TRUSSED UP AND STILL NOWHERE TO GO

“You’ll have to let go” / barbed wire / bound

Anakin was used to being captured. The way his master was determined to spring every trap had resulted in it being a common occurrence in their apprenticeship.

He was confident Obi Wan would come to rescue him. After all, he always had. The Force Suppression cuffs however, they were new.

If he was honest with himself, Anakin had got used to being captured by this point. Obi Wans mantra that the best way to negotiate a trap was to spring it had gotten the two of them into this kind of situation too many times before. It had happened too many times to be a novelty.

Obi Wan would be along to break him out soon. He always did. He wasn’t worried.

The Force Suppression cuffs clasped around his wrists though, he was not used to them.

He didn’t know if a new scientist had joined the separatist cause and developed the technology, or someone had defected from the order bringing it with them. It couldn’t be Dooku. If he had wanted to use them surely he would have introduced them when the war had first started. Anakin stared at the blank walls of the cell.

He hoped Obi Wan wouldn’t take too long to reach him. Experience had proved that lone captivity was nothing if not boring.

***

His captors seemed intent on ignoring him. The only real contact he was getting with any sentient being was with the guard that brought his rare meals. He never talked. Never responded to Anakins attempts to engage him, whether through his brand of humour or insults to prompt him into a fight. Nothing worked. He was craving some kind of human interaction. Anything that could add interest to his day.

Anakin had no windows in the cell. He couldn’t tell exactly how much time had past but counting meals made him think it had been at least a standard week. Maybe more. His arms were hurting from the cuffs, his shoulders stiff from holding them in the same position. What was keeping Obi Wan? He had never taken more than a few days to come after him before.

Doubt crossed his mind. Maybe Obi Wan was only willing to come after him when he was his Padawan. Maybe now he had been Knighted he didn’t think it was worth it. He wasn’t his responsibility anymore…

No! Anakin thought. He would come. He was just spiralling from the lack of conversation. He never could deal well being left alone with his thoughts Obi Wan would come.

He would.

He had to.

A clanking sound echoed outside the room. Anakin scurried towards the hatch in the door. Maybe today would be the day the guard would crack. The Dura-steel slid back to reveal two mechanical arms.

Roger Roger!” The droid droned before withdrawing.

Anakins heart dropped. There went any hopes of a conversation.

***

If you asked Anakin the whole charade was his captor’s fault.

It was them who had decided to leave him alone for so long. He could only be trusted for a short amount of time before he came out with some kind of scheme.

The problem was that his well planned escape attempt had not worked.

Not in the slightest.

He hadn’t made even two corridors until he had run into a patrol. He had not realised how much he had come to rely on his connection to the force. It had covered up holes in his plans before.

Not that the quality of the plan was his fault. It was the separatists. The ones who had left him alone with nothing to do but think. And Obi Wan. For leaving him here.

The droids that dragged him back through the hallways of the ship didn’t seem interested in whose blame it was though. They didn’t seem interested in his comfort either. His legs had given out after the injuries he had suffered in his recapture had got the better of him. But the droids didn’t slow, continuing to drag him along the floor

They weren’t heading back to his cell Anakin thought. These corridors were different. Darker. They were going deeper into the ship. Where could they be taking him? Maybe at last he would be able to work out exactly why he was being held here. At least that would mean he got some answers.

The door slid open before him with a mechanical beep revealing a bed surrounded by mechanical equipment.

The whole room had a disconcerting hum. As if it was alive with electricity. He was sure if he could feel the force it would have felt dark.

He subconscious reached for his bond, feeling a deep pang of loneliness when he found nothing in its place.

He was wrestled into the bed and strapped down

This was not going to be good.

***

Electric shocks jolted into his body.

“Tell us,” the masked man growled. “The plans for the defence of Christophsis !”

The jolts stopped and Anakin felt his body sag.

He hurt. All over. He desperately tried to conceal it. He ran over the Jedi code in his head. He couldn’t let his emotions show.

He was serene.

He was peaceful.

He felt no pain.

Except he did. He really, really did.

He kept his mouth shut. He was not going to risk his troopers lives by revealing anything. And Obi Wan. His master was due on Christophsis. He wouldn’t condemn him by telling them anything. Even though he hadn’t come for him.

He wasn’t coming Anakin realised. He was going to be left here alone. He’d probably die here.

“Very well,” The man said. His mouth contorted into a smile through the mask. “We will have to do this the hard way.”

He jolted the switch down and Anakins body ignited.

He couldn’t see.

He couldn’t hear.

He couldn’t feel anything apart from the pain coursing through him.

His mouth was open but he couldn’t even hear himself scream.

The world was white. The world was pain.

Let me die he begged to himself just let me die rather than live through this.

The electricity shut off and the world slowly returned to him.

The man was hunched over him now. His face was barely above his.

“Christophsis Jedi. Tell us about Christophsis and this will all be over.”

I don’t know!” Anakin sobbed. “I don’t know anything about Christophsis. I didn’t even know you were interested in it .”

The man’s smile seemed to get even crueller.

“I don’t believe you Jedi. See we have sources that suggest you are one of the key Generals for the Christosphis campaign. I guess I must try harder to break you.”

Sources Anakin thought distantly was their a spy in the order. But before he had the chance to swell on it further his world became pain again.

Why didn’t you come? He thought desperately before he lost his grasp on consciousness. Obi Wan, why did you chose to leave me here?

***

Anakin didn’t look up when the door opened. The door opening only resulted in pain now. Maybe if he pretended to not look the door wouldn’t have opened.

That his torture wasn’t about to resume.

Not that he wasn’t in pain now. Ever since his escape attempt, he had been restrained even within the room, his hands cuffed on the wall above his head.

His arms hurt. The only break they ever got was when he was taken away to that chamber, if you could even call that rest. He was so tired. His hopes of rescue had almost completely gone.

He still had faith in his Master. He had to. It was the only thing he had left. He just wanted it all to be over.

He could see an electric blue light ignite behind his eyelids.

He knew that light.

He was sure.

His eyes flew open.

Obi Wan was standing in the doorway.

He felt relief course through him. He didn’t know how it would play out. He didn’t know how they’d get out. But his Master was here now. That meant everything would be fine.

Obi Wan moved forward quickly, lightsaber swinging straight through the cuffs. Anakin felt his weight give way, the pressure finally released from his arms. He fell to the floor. Or he would have done it if he wasn’t caught. Obi Wan lowered him gently, hand caressing his face.

“Dear One, what did they do to you?”

Anakin opened his mouth to reply but was interrupted by the rush as the force returned to him.

He could feel the hum again, the way the world seemed to speak to him. He reached for the bond, clumsy and desperate but he grasped hold of it as soon as he found it.

He felt Obi Wans worry.

He felt the sense of hopelessness Obi Wan had suffered.

He felt the determination Obi Wan had felt.

“You looked for me.” Anakin croaked. “You didn’t stop looking for me.”

Obi Wan looked devastated. “Of course not Padawan. I would never stop looking for you.”

He glared at the cuffs. “Those, abominations meant it took far longer, but I would never…” Obi Wan stared into Anakin’s eyes “never leave you behind Padawan.”

“Am not a Padawan.” Anakin tried to joke.

Obi Wan didn’t crack a smile. “You will always be my Padawan dear one. I will always care for you.”

Anakin smiled, feeling himself being lifted into Obi Wans arms.

“Knew you’d come for me.” He murmured. “They told me you wouldn’t but knew they would.”

“What did they do?” Obi Wans voice was flat. Carefully controlled.

“Electricity…” Anakin said. He was fighting off the darkness again. He desperately fought himself, trying to keep awake. “They wanted to know about Christophsis. Know about you. Couldn’t let them know that Master.”

Obi Wans expression was dark. “They won’t get you again Padawan. I swear.”

Anakin felt a pulse of reassurance as he fell back into unconsciousness.

He was safe.

Obi Wan would protect him.

He was safe.

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 3 years

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Echoes of the Heart

General Hux x Female Reader

A/N: What started as a one shot is now turning into a multi chapter (thank you @autumnleaves1991-blog !) You wanted to see their life together, you’re in for a bumpy ride. I don’t apologise.

Warnings: Kylo Ren is an absolute brat. Hux is livid. We have some mind searching and force use.

Word Count: 2417

Read Part 1 here on AO3.

Part 2 on AO3.

The relief that Hux felt as he stepped onto the hangar floor of the Finalizer was unparalleled. He was back in his element, back in control, back home. Mitaka was waiting for him at the bottom of the ramp and fell into step next to the General, rattling off the news that Hux had missed while he was on the planet's surface. But Hux barely heard a word he said, his thoughts were back down on his homeworld with you. He was a married man now, the ceremony had been small, a marriage of convenience to further that family’s standing in Arkanis society. Something for them to brag about, their daughter, married to the General of the First Order. Travelling on the flagship with the mighty yet mysterious Kylo Ren.

Hux lifted his head and stopped walking down the corridor, his face pinched with annoyance as he regarded the deep wounds in the walls of his ship. The durasteel had melted from the intense heat, the outside of the marks black and full of anger. He hated the way this petulant man child used his pride and joy as something to release some feeling onto. Isn’t that what the Knights were for? Training? And to stop this sort of idiotic behaviour.

“S—sir?” Mitaka stuttered slightly at Hux’s heavy sigh.

“This needs sorting.” He demanded quietly.

“Y-yes sir!” Hux turned on his heel, the crisp sound of his boots rang out over the glossy floor as he entered the bridge and he saw with satisfaction everyone snapped to attention.

“At ease.” He called out, not that anyone paid attention to that command. His bright green gaze fell on a dark shrouded figure standing before the view port and he took a steadying breath before striding confidently forward.

“Welcome back General Hux.” The voice that oozed out of the vocoder was deep and rich caressing his ears with a velvet quality that he detested. Hux flinched, barely perceptible to anyone who might have been watching the pair as they stared out at the stars, just the faintest flicker of his eyelids as the cold crawling touch of the darkside pricked over his skin. He knew his barriers would hold, if there was one thing the officers and Generals were taught in the First Order it was to block out the selfish probing of Kylo Ren. “Did your business conclude on Arkanis?” He asked and Hux could hear the sneer in his voice behind the mask.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but it did and once she is onboard we are ready to leave.” Hux gripped his hands together tightly behind his back, making a note to make sure the first you did was receive your mental training. A fresh mind on the Finalizer for Kylo Ren was like dangling meat before a tooka. The soulless mask turned to Hux which he ignored, even if the hidden gaze seemed to burn its way through his face. Without a word he swept off the bridge, his feet stomping loudly and a collective exhale sounded from the team on the bridge.

“Sir, a ship is approaching from Arkanis.” Hux turned to look at the specifications and he instantly recognised it as your ship.

“That shall be my guest. Make sure she is escorted to her chambers with all her items. Whatever she wants, she gets.” Mitaka made a note on the datapad when Hux heard the soft ding of a notification. His Lieutenant’s eyes widened slightly, shooting a nervous look at Hux. “Spit it out Dopheld.” He almost snapped.

“S-sir, Supreme Leader Snoke is requesting you.” He knew this was coming, he’d been waiting for it even if the new knot in his stomach told him otherwise. “I shall take it in my chambers. I don’t want to be disturbed.”

“Yes Sir,’ murmured Mitaka as the General strode off.

You stepped off the ramp of your ship, already noticing the difference in the air of the ship. The purifying mechanics on the Finalizer were of the highest quality but still the staleness hit the back of your throat and you felt the need to clear it. Your gaze was pulled to a large dark figure as he entered the hangar, he was taller than every stormtrooper here, his outfit swaying with each heavy footstep. A mask covered his face, black and menacing like the rest of his attire, with hints of silver around where his eyes should have been. You raised your chin defiantly as he approached, the rustle of his outfit sounded loud when he came to a stop before you. His head tilted slightly to the side and you could feel the goosebumps rising all over your skin under the soft fabric of your dress. This man was dangerous, he gave off that presence and it made you feel weary.

“You must be General Hux’s guest.” You didn’t like the way he accentuated the last word, you weren’t sure how much Hux had told his staff here about what happened on Arkanis. You were stepping into his world now and you were willing to play by his rules.

“I am.” You boldly affirmed.

“I am here to escort you to your new quarters.” He turned and offered you his arm. Instantly you wanted to recoil but you knew every eye in this hangar was on you and him. You knew who he was, you recognised the mask. This, was Kylo Ren. The Jedi Killer, a wielder of the mysterious entity known as the Force. Unfortunately Hux hadn’t been able to prepare you for arriving on the ship, once the papers were signed and the appropriate socialising had happened he left and came back to the Finalizer with instructions for you to follow. If you so wished. In all honesty you had pondered over it for a long time, but while talking to him in the maze you realised you wanted off that planet, away from the confines of the stifling society and to become your own person, hopefully.

You slipped your hand into the crook of Kylo’s elbow, holding in a gasp as he trapped your hand in the crease, you could feel his muscles bulging against your fingers but you refused to react. You knew men like him, dealt with them a thousand times. They were the ones who exuded power, they wanted you to simper and fall at their feet when they flexed it before your face. But that wasn’t you. You matched his purposefully long strides knowing he was trying to unsettle you but instead you made it to the doorway of your quarters in seemingly record time. You could feel his annoyance, he hadn’t tried to engage you in conversation which was good for him because you probably would have shut him down.

The door whooshed opened and finally he released you letting you step inside. The quarters were smaller than what you were used to but you didn’t mind, you were on a ship after all. Your life was about to change dramatically. You heard the door shut behind you and you let out a small sigh as you began to peel your gloves off. A chill ran up your spine and your motions paused, turning slowly you realised he hadn’t left at all.

“Can I help you Commander?” You asked. He began to move, his mask trained on you as he circled and you wondered if he could hear the increase in your heartbeat. The dress did nothing to help you, stopping you from taking a deep breath and you began to perspire. You clutched the lace gloves in your hand wishing you were holding onto something with more substance. Like a weapon.

“You seem unsettled.” He commented, the velvety tones rolling out of his mask trying to lull you into a false sense of security. You smirked trying to get across a confidence you didn’t feel at all.

“Is that your only observation?” You blanched slightly. Why did you say that? You didn’t want him to notice things about you at all! You wanted him to leave. A chill ran up your spine and your lips parted, letting loose a tiny gasp of surprise. In that moment he advanced quickly with grace and a sureness that you didn’t realise could come from someone of his size. You nearly tripped over the lengths of your ridiculous dress as you backed away from his outstretched leather gloved hand. It was hazy at first, the pressure that squeezed at the base of your skull. A full throbbing ache that quickly engulfed your mind, robbing you of your senses, all that was left to you was touch. The feel of the cool wall was the only thing you knew to be real as visions clouded your mind, bright colours, snatches of conversations, people’s faces, rooms, so many rooms….

“REN! What the HELL do you think you are doing?” Armitage. You hadn’t known him that long but the unbridled fury that laced his tone made you want to cower and hide in a corner. The pressure withdrew and you slumped against the wall as everything came back. Your chest strained against the confines of your dress and you wanted nothing more than to get out of it but right now there was a more pressing matter.

Kylo straightened to his full height before turning to face the red faced General. Hux’s fists were balled up at his sides, the flush that covered his face reached the tips of his ears but his eyes held the most power. Glaring at the Commander with such a blazing intensity you wondered how the taller man was still standing.

“I was just making sure your wife wasn’t a Resistance spy.” If Hux could have got any redder he would have, the veins threaded in his neck and you could see the tension gathering in his jaw.

“Get. Out.” He spat. His body stiff, like pure rage alone, was holding him together. Kylo kept eye contact as he stalked past the quivering General and neither of you moved until the door had closed firmly behind the black clad figure. It felt like an electrifying presence had left the room and all of a sudden you could breathe again, the recycled air clogging your throat as you dragged more into your lungs. Without thinking you automatically fumbled for the drawstrings to your dress, if you didn’t release it you were going to faint. “Are you alright?” His voice was clipped and short but you knew it wasn’t aimed at you. The strings loosened with a practised twist of your hand and you bent over breathing deeply through your nose.

Hux didn’t know what to do. The adrenaline was still flowing through his body from seeing you at the mercy of that monster and he thought his heart was going to explode at the sight of your unseeing eyes and pain stricken face. Now it thudded wildly, almost bruising his ribs as he advanced to your hunched over form. He wanted to touch you, he wanted to touch you. If this hadn’t been a fraught situation he would have noted that thought with more interest but his hands were reaching for your heaving shoulders automatically. Like touching someone else was the most natural thing for him to do. You looked up at him, your eyes shining with unfallen tears and he thought his heart was literally going to jump out of his chest.

“Armitage,” the way you gasped his name made his insides clench and he didn’t register that your hand had already found its way to grip onto his arm. “Not the greeting I was expecting,” you said in breathy tones and he cursed himself for wondering if that tone only came out after you’d been hurt.

“I was detained, or I would have met you off the ship myself.” He hated this new feeling that slithered through him, it wasn’t one he felt very often and in all honesty he barely recognised it for what it was. Guilt. You managed a feather light smile as you straightened, your breathing was finally slowing and your hand left his forearm. He flexed his hands after removing them from your shoulders, the imprint of your skin still burning through his gloves. He took a respectful step back, falling behind the mask he had perfected over the years to hide any emotion. Weak, spineless boy…. As always his fathers voice haunted him when he needed it the least and he clasped his hands together behind his back in an effort to conceal any unwanted tremors. He almost hated himself for admiring you in this moment, the way you held yourself, the steeliness in your gaze spoke of some hidden strength and he knew you had already presented yourself better than some of his officers when faced with the onslaught that was Kylo Ren.

“I shall make sure he doesn’t return. The Knights will keep him busy.” You nodded. “I have matters to attend to.” He turned on his heel wishing he could do more, provide more, but he had no idea if you wanted him to. This was after all, a marriage to help your family, a marriage of convenience.

“Armitage?” He nearly toppled over in his haste to turn back and face you, to gaze upon your face as you swept a stray strand of hair from your cheek. “Will I see you later?” His mind tripped over itself as he ran through all the tasks he had to do. Usually he stayed up all hours, taking advantage of the lack of time that was out here in space, ignoring the First Order days and hours the ship ran on, the forced sunrises and sunsets meant nothing to him. Until now.

“Yes.” He found himself answering. “Yes, I could join you for dinner?” The smile you bestowed upon him was just as lovely as he remembered, and it created an even stronger reaction this time, his stomach almost flipping over in response.

“I would like that, very much.” He nodded, turning and leaving before he embarrassed himself anymore. It wasn’t until the door closed behind him that he allowed the breath he’d been holding to expel from his lungs. He straightened his tunic, smoothing the material, feeling his tight hold on control falling back into place. The first thing he needed to do was get Ren off this ship and he didn’t care how.

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glimmerglanger · 4 years

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Whumptober2020 - Day 7

Day 7 of Whumptober and Part 7 of the Oof!au. This is.... rock bottom, everyone. On the plus side: no where to go but up. On the downside....this is where Anakin remembers how to really hurt Obi-Wan, after being distracted for a long time.

Basic information: Post Order 66 Vader-Captures-Obi-Wan AU. Past/eventual Codywan. One-sided Vaderwan. Eventual happy(ish) ending.

WARNINGS: Abuse of a prisoner, mentions of torture, mind controlled into killing people, mentions of non-con, character death (not main characters). PLEASE consider the warnings before you read. Dead dove, do not eat, etc. This is the lowest we go. It’s VERY low.

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY

Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

Obi-Wan laughed, shakily, when he woke up again in the cell. The sound just slipped out, and something about the tone of it made him clench his teeth shut, swallow it back. It soured in his chest, held tight within him as he breathed raggedly, trying to find balance and--and succeeding, after too long a moment.

He thought about leveraging himself off of the floor, but could see no point to it. He pulled his legs up, instead, making himself small, shifting to wedge himself further into the corner.

All the wounds were gone. Every single one of them, wiped away again by the med-droids. The sudden lack of them was jarring, confusing. It made everything that had happened feel more like a dream. Like a nightmare.

But even his nightmares - foul as they were - never managed to be so viscerally horrible. He stared at the far wall, trying very hard not to remember the way Cody - it wasn’t Cody, it hadn’t been Cody, not really, just his body used as another way for Anakin to rape him - had shoved into him, held him down and--

He bit his tongue until blood flooded his mouth and then he swallowed it, grounding himself on the pain and the nauseating taste of salt and copper. He hadn’t had many pleasant memories to keep him company, during his exile. He’d barely dared allow himself to remember softer touches, promises of what they might do after the war, wants bubbling between them…

Once, he’d imagined taking Cody to his bed, after - after everything. When there were not so many responsibilities on them. When he could be sure, utterly, that it was what Cody wanted, not just rank, or - or anything else. He’d imagined kissing Cody softly, taking their time, sharing touches that didn’t hurt at all, and-- Anakin had taken that hope and made it something foul and horrible. There’d been no kisses, there’d been only - only pain and --

Pain and, he considered, swallowing blood, his mind looking desperately for anything else to focus on, the off-rhythm tapping of Cody’s index finger against his hip. It had been the only thing he could focus on that didn’t hurt, taking himself out of his own head, there in Anakin’s torture chamber.

The tapping had made no sense, not in the room, when horror had driven thought from Obi-Wan’s head. But...but he had time to consider it, further, staring at nothing, remembering despite all of his best efforts.

Memories crawled into his head, recollections from the war, from hunkering down beside Cody behind a makeshift barrier, gesturing instructions, preparing to spring out on the droids closing on their position, Cody knocking his fingers against the top of Obi-Wan’s thigh in the same pattern and--

And they’d developed the short-hand language themselves, at first just to kill time when they were stuck on one miserable world or the other. It had made sense to have signs of their own; the Separatists were always cracking Republic codes. Obi-Wan thought, with the benefit of hindsight, that had probably been intentional on Palpatine’s part.

So, they’d made their own language to speak silently in battle, to communicate plans and ideas quickly.

Obi-Wan sat up, his heart lurching in his chest, all at once, as memory shoved together the facts inside his head, leaving him gasping.

Because Cody had been tapping code onto his hip, their code - the 212th’s code - the language not even Anakin had ever learned. “No,” he’d said. “No,” over and over and over and over, against Obi-Wan’s skin.

Obi-Wan lurched to his feet with nowhere to go, bile burning up the back of his throat, his heart clenched hard in his chest. He did not know what had been done to the troopers. He’d been afraid to hope it could be undone. But-- but Cody remembered something. And he’d said “no,” over and over again. He’d talked to Obi-Wan. He’d--

He was in there, somewhere.

And that changed everything.

Obi-Wan stood there, breathing heavily, and tried to determine what he was possibly going to do next. He tried to remember if he’d - he’d told Cody it was alright. If Cody were in there, if he’d been tormented, too, had Obi-Wan said the right things? Had he said anything? His memories were a blur of pain and confusion. But he thought he had. He held onto that thought, tightly, as he tried to plan his next steps.

There was not much Obi-Wan could possibly do. He did not know where Anakin had gone and did not much care. He braced, every time a trooper entered the room, recalling Anakin’s last words, but…

None of them made any move to touch him in such a way. He wondered if the troopers had simply not relayed Anakin’s orders, or if the very wording just made no sense to them in their current state. What did they know of joy, he wondered, watching them file in to feed him.

Still, he tapped out, quickly, “Thank you,” on Cody’s thigh, when they fed him, and felt him go still all over for a moment. And it was enough to kindle the failing sparks of hope inside Obi-Wan’s chest.

Cody was in there, somewhere. They were all in there, somewhere.

Obi-Wan would get them all out. Because if Cody had retained some piece of himself… There was no reason to believe it wasn’t true for the rest of them. Others had tapped against his skin, he recalled, shivering as his thoughts raced. They were still in their minds. Somehow.

And like hell was Obi-Wan going to leave him men to suffer this un-death, this un-making of all they were. He’d sworn to protect them, long ago. He’d failed in so many of his vows and duties. He wouldn’t fail that one.

Obi-Wan had not managed to escape by the time Anakin returned. He braced himself as the troopers came for him, pulling him to his feet and hauling him through the base, wondering what new horrors Anakin had devised to unleash upon him.

Anakin had left the viewscreen open, again. The contact turmoil of Mustafar filled the room with angry, red light. It was a reminder, every time, of all of Obi-Wan’s mistakes and failings. He had failed to keep Anakin from falling to the Dark. And then he had failed to take the final, necessary step there on the edge of the lava.

He’d paid for his mistakes, but so had the rest of the galaxy.

He wouldn’t fail again, if given the chance.

He shook those thoughts aside as Anakin said, “I do hope you’re going to be more reasonable this time, old man.”

“I doubt that,” Obi-Wan replied. Talking still hurt. And he was no longer sure if his voice would ever return to its normal state. “I think you rather enjoy having an excuse to inflict pain, don’t you? If I didn’t provide you with one, you’d have to go to all the trouble of manufacturing a reason to hurt me.”

Anakin made a sharp sound, turned half-away and snapped, “Get on your knees.”

Obi-Wan sighed. He wondered why they had to keep engaging in this song and dance. They both knew he wasn’t going to kneel under his own power. But perhaps it brought Anakin whatever twisted kind of joy he could feel, in his present condition, to hold out the illusion of choice. Obi-Wan said, waiting for the pain, “I won’t.”

Anakin nodded, which was a surprise and a change from their usual script. He swept away from the open window, stalking over to his throne and sitting. He said, “I thought you’d say that, Obi-Wan. But I think you’ll change your mind. I’ve had an epiphany, you see.”

“Oh?” Obi-Wan asked, arching an eyebrow. “Perhaps you’ve realized--”

“2224,” Anakin interrupted, and Obi-Wan worked to keep his expression still and calm as the unbroken surface of a lake. So, it was to be more of this particular torment. He tried to keep the revulsion and horror off of his face, tried--

“Draw your blaster.” Obi-Wan blinked, startled. It seemed unlikely that Anakin intended to actually kill him. Death would mean an end to whatever enjoyment Anakin drew from torturing him. And merely making the threat without any intent to carry it out would… defang him.

He said, lifting his chin, “I’m not going to beg for my life.”

Anakin lifted his chin, just a little, mask ever unchanging but pleasure in his voice when he said, “Oh, I know that.” And then he waved a hand, lazy, and added, “Shoot 4574.”

Something froze inside Obi-Wan’s chest. He jerked to look, turning in time to hear the blaster shot, to watch Trip sway on his feet and then just - just collapse, down and back, smoke curling from his temple. Cody had shot him cleanly, at least he hadn’t suffered, more, but--

“Stop!” Obi-Wan cried out, the word a rasp through his damaged throat. He looked back at Anakin, wide-eyed. “What are you--”

“Shoot 6762 next,” Anakin said, hands gripping the edge of his throne, leaning forward a little, and Obi-Wan couldn’t--he wasn’t even getting time to do anything to stop it, watching another one of his men fall. “Now 34--”

There was no thought to dropping to his knees. Obi-Wan hit hard, not even bothering to try to steady himself. It hurt, but it was a distant, far away kind of pain. “Ah,” Anakin said, pleasure and satisfaction dripping off of his tone.

“Ever the Jedi,” Anakin said, and Obi-Wan heard him stand but could not look away from Cody, standing there blank-faced, the blaster still up, pointing towards Bones, who was just standing there, waiting to die. “Even now. Even with the Order completely and justly destroyed. You’ve always been weak like this, haven’t you? I was working with the Zygerrians, of late. It reminded me. I wonder how weak you are, really?”

Obi-Wan looked up at him, breathing raggedly. He said, “Don’t hurt them.”

“I will do as I wish,” Anakin said. “2224--”

“No!” Obi-Wan shouted, as best as he could, his voice was still wrong. “I’m--”

“Put the blaster against your head.” And Obi-Wan froze, his heart lurching sideways in his chest, agony sweeping through him. He turned, helplessly, watching Cody lift the blaster and snug the barrel against his temple without any evidence of hesitation. The world shifted, terribly, under Obi-Wan, his gut lurching.

From somewhere far away, Anakin said, “Pull the--”

“Please, don’t,” Obi-Wan gasped out, the words dragged out of him. “I’m kneeling. Please.”

Anakin hesitated and shook his head. He sounded… disgusted when he said, ”Look at you. Begging for the life of this thing. Even after what it did to you.”

Obi-Wan rasped out, “He didn’t do anything to me. You--”

He cut off as fingers clenched into his hair, dragging his head back, forcing him to look up into Anakin’s dark mask. “It beat you almost to death,” Anakin hissed, “it forced itself on you. Didn’t it?”

Obi-Wan’s heart beat against his ribs, uncomfortably fast. The threat of the blaster against Cody’s head echoed between each word Anakin spoke. And the truth would not serve him, in that instant. It wouldn’t serve Cody. Obi-Wan swallowed and lied, “Yes.”

Anakin’s grip tightened briefly in his hair, Anakin’s breath hitched, tellingly. He shifted a little closer, a looming shadow, and his voice had gotten raspy when he said, “Call me by my name.”

And Obi-Wan weighed the lie against Cody’s life, for less than an instant, because it was no contest. He stared up into his own reflection, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to keep Cody’s finger from pulling that trigger, ever again, and said, “Lord Vader.”

“There,” Anakin said, satisfaction curling around the word as he reached out, cupping Obi-Wan’s cheek, “that wasn’t so hard, was it? All the pain you went through, just to avoid two little words. It wasn’t worth it, was it, Obi-Wan?”

Obi-Wan’s gut was hard and cold as rock, but he kept his voice steady, lying, “No.”

“I like you like this,” Anakin said, voice rumbling. “Agreeable. On your knees.” He stroked his thumb up, across Obi-Wan’s cheek. “But I’m not sure I’ve been convinced to spare 2224, here. It's defective, you know. Keeping it around is a drain on resources.”

“Please,” Obi-Wan said, because he did not need the Force to read this situation. He’d been in the hands of sadists more times than he could count, the power mad and and the power hungry. And he knew Anakin, better than anyone in the galaxy ever had, perhaps. “Please, Lord Vader, don’t kill him.”

Anakin made a little sound, thoughtful. “That’s the best you can do?”

Obi-Wan’s breath caught, just for a second, something breaking in his chest. It felt like his heart. “I’m begging you,” he said, and heard Anakin make a surprised, thick sound. “Please.” And he swallowed, tipping his head forward, as much as he could with Anakin’s fingers in his hair, “Please, spare him.”

“I don’t know,” Anakin said, tugging him forward, just a little, taking his hand off of Obi-Wan’s face, reaching for his armor, instead, Obi-Wan’s stomach turning over as nausea surged up his throat. “I’m not convinced, yet.”

“Please,” he said, his voice steady through sheer force of will as he made himself wet his bottom lip, knowing where this was going, seeing the terrible conclusion like the edge of a cliff, one he had no choice but to run over, because the alternative was letting any more of his men die, and he wouldn’t do that. Ever. “Let me convince you.”

And when it was done, when Anakin released his hair and let him slump down, gasping for breath, his mouth aching and his throat sore, his vision blurry, Anakin said, “I suppose that’s good enough. For now. You’ve always used your mouth well. Put the blaster away, 2224. And get him cleaned up. Bring him to my quarters when he’s...presentable. I wish to celebrate my victory properly.”

Anakin strode away then, cloak snapping, head high. He’d always been so smug, after a victory. Obi-Wan shuddered, shaking all over, waiting to be hauled to his feet. Nothing happened, for a long moment, long enough for him to look up, though he did not want to look into Cody’s face, at the moment, shame curdling in his gut at what he’d done--

Cody was staring forward, blaster still against his head, his free hand down by his side, finger jumping, tapping out, out-of-rhythm, “No, no, no, no, no.” There was blood, running down the side of his neck, and horror kicked over fresh and new in Obi-Wan’s gut.

“It’s alright,” Obi-Wan blurted, his heart shattering a bit more in his chest with each beat. But-- but his heart had broken to pieces before. He’d kept living. “Cody, please, put the blaster down, please, don’t--”

Obi-Wan jerked when two other troopers grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet, where he swayed, feeling disoriented and dizzy, sick. Cody had not moved at all, by the time the troopers dragged Obi-Wan through the door, past the bodies of their dead brothers, who they didn’t even regard. “Cody! Don’t! Please!”

Obi-Wan hung onto the sight of him as the droids cleaned him up, as troopers dragged him back to Anakin’s rooms - not his throne room, but - but what appeared to be his actual quarters. There were troopers in the room. Lined up along one wall. A single trooper across from them, blaster drawn, finger on the trigger. Anakin looked him over and said, his voice thick and rasping, “Get on the bed.”

Obi-Wan thought about a blaster pressed against the side of Cody’s head, about Padmé, about the slaughtered younglings, his family, his men, the only people he had left, who needed him…. And he turned, looked at the bed, and said, “Yes, Lord Vader.”

#whumptober2020 #no.16 #forced to beg #clone wars #fic #non con #torture #abuse of prisoner #mind control #dead dove do not eat #oof!au #my writing #codywan #vaderkin #dark fic #please mind the warnings #they're there for a reason #character death

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