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skellymom · 2 months

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"Bring Me To My Knees" PART 2

Crosshair/Hunter x Reader Non Gendered SMUT++

Dividers by the talented: @saradika and @4ngelic-wh1spers

Background: Reader and Crosshair are separated from the group during the rescue of Omega and Tech from Mt Tantiss. Two broken people trying to get by in the galaxy. Then two broken people finally dealing with what happened to their group.

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning: Star Wars Canon violence, angst, death of major character, sadness, crying, guilt, permanent injury, stuff blowing up, swearing, kissing, intercourse, heavy petting, bite kind, blood kink, pain kink, spank kink, smutty/lemony content, lovers triangle with Hunter and Crosshair.

FOR CLARITY, HUNTER FLASHBACK SMUT SCENE IN CHAPTER 1. THE CROSSHAIR SMUT SCENE IS IN THIS CHAPTER 2. Broke this up in 2 chapters because I just couldn't stop writing...and 4K might be too much for one sitting.

I purposely wrote the reader in this fic to be of no specific gender. Tried to carefully craft the sexual scenes to accommodate either gender/non gendered/trans/genderfluid/non-binary. Everyone has hills, valleys, sexual organs, nipples, and erogenous zones. I wrote them into the story, but it's up to you dear reader to put your imagination to work. Hope I have done a good enough job that you can enjoy yourself with Hunter and Crosshair without breaking immersion!

To read Chapter 1:

https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/744267915687264256/bring-me-to-my-knees-part-1?source=share

The intel proved to be correct. You and Crosshair traveled to an uncharted planet well past the Outer Rim. A quiet unassuming place to start planning a burgeoning Rebellion.

He piloted. As your ship entered planetary airspace several Rebel ships swooped in as escorts. The Rebel base radioed in to confirm your status.

“Crosshair, Clone Force 99 and Y/N, civilian. We are Rebel sympathizers wanting to join the Rebel cause and find our lost family and squad members.” You replied.

“Authenticating data. Hold your position.”

Silence as you and Crosshair waited on bated breath.

“You are clear to land. We will perform a customary inspection of your transport. Then check your gunnery and weapons at the docking station armory.”

“They’ll be taking my rifle OVER my DEAD body.” Crosshair snarked.

“Toothpick?”

“Hhm?”

“It’s your gun, NOT your dick. Let them do their job.”

He sighed and shook his head.

Word must have spread fast. No sooner did you land than Omega was out the bay door jumping up and down in excitement.

Crosshair barely got the gangplank down on the ship. You jumped over the stairs and landed on your hands and knees. Sprung up and ran to her.

Omega knocked you over with her embrace. You were both laying there crying. She had grown two heads taller and much stronger too.

Rebel soldiers had come out to check the validity of your claims. They stood aside seeing at least one of their residents recognize you. They had witnessed MANY reunions just like this as people were finding their way to the planet.

There was more: Wrecker wasn’t far behind. He scooped you both up and hugged you fiercely.

“AWWW...SO GLAD YOU’RE HERE! MISSED YA HORRIBLY!!!” Wiping away tears.

Echo approached with Phee.

Wrecker let you go, and you embraced them both with each arm.

“Phee...what happened???” Her beautiful hair was gone. Head covered and tied fashionably with a scarf. Burn scar down one side of her face. You noticed one hand had scars as well.

She shot Echo a strange look, then shrugged and perked up. “It’s growing back. Getting bacta therapy for the scars.”

“Tech? Hunter? Are they here?”

Echo answered “Come inside. We’ll get you settled.”

“Wait, I didn’t come alone.”

You turned towards your ship. Crosshair was standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Omega gave him a bear hug. He had allowed her that. Wrecker stood a few feet away watching them.

Echo took your hand. “Let’s give them some time to catch up.”

He and Phee led you inside the base past bustling personnel.

“Wait...I didn’t check my blaster...”

“That’s ok” Phee patted your shoulder. “We vouched for you. Crosshair though...”

You approached an open medical station with bacta tanks lined up...recognizing...

“TECH!”

He bobbed merrily in the solution, waving at your arrival.

You stopped to see he was missing both legs...just like Echo. There were scars all over his body, some weren’t present during his rescue. Tech saw your face and immediately started signing in Basic.

It is no major loss. I will be fine. Only 20 more rotations within this tank, then I shall be fitted for my prosthetics...please...don’t cry.

Things were starting to come together...Phee’s hair loss and burns...the Marauder being hit...

“WHERE’S HUNTER???” You yelled it in a panic.

Echo stepped in and took your hand. “Y/N... he...” The look on his face told you this wouldn’t be good news. Echo’s eyes registered the scarf draped around your neck.

There was a commotion behind you at the entrance of the base. Crosshair’s voice. Arguing with two Rebel troopers over his lack of compliance regarding check-in.

“Sir! We need you to...”

“NOT NOW! Can’t you see MY PARTNER is in distress!!!”

The trooper grabbed his arm. Crosshair immediately disarmed the man and put his ass on the floor. Then handed the troopers gun to HIS partner sneering, “I said FUCK OFF!”

The second trooper took the gun and commed for backup.

Crosshair stalked over gently putting his hands on your shoulders. Fixing Echo with his baleful stare. “Where’s Hunter?”

Echo fixed you both with his amber eyes. He sighed; his expression was so sad. “I’ll take you to him.”

Tech tapped on the tank to get Crosshair’s attention. Cross glanced over shocked. He hadn’t recognized who was in there. Then he noticed Tech’s condition.

I’ll be ok brother. He signed.

Tech put his hand up against the glass. Crosshair placed his on the other side against Tech’s.

The trooper’s backup arrived and trained their blasters on Crosshair. He turned and eyed them menacingly. Then dropped his hands from your shoulders, one of which you grabbed.

“Don’t start any shit, Toothpick. Please, this isn’t the time.” Squeezing his hand firmly.

He squeezed your hand back and stood down.

“Break it up Trooper. These are friendlies.” Captain Rex emerged from the back of the squad.

“But sir, he assaulted one of our Rebel staff. And he refused to check his rifle.” Pointing to Stormpuncher mounted on Crosshair’s back.

“I’ll handle it, Trooper. You are all dismissed.”

The Rebel squad eyed Crosshair uneasily as they filed away from the scene.

“Good to see you both alive and well.” Rex smiled genuinely. “But I’ll let Echo catch you up on everything.” He nodded to Echo and stepped away.

At this point Wrecker and Omega joined the group.

“Follow me.” Echo instructed.

You glanced at Tech as the group started to walk away. He smiled wistfully.

“I got them Brown Eyes.” She winked at Tech, and he winked back. But he still looked concerned.

Phee put her arm around your shoulder and walked with you. Crosshair followed at your other side silently.

The group filed through the whole facility: past logistics, maintenance, troop training, mess, quarters, a small prison area (mostly empty), daycare, pet kennel, a few non-descript departments, and finally to the back end of the facility. The group approached heavy double doors.

There was a sense of dread in your chest. Everyone was quiet. Echo looked heartbroken as he swiped his key card over the lock mechanism.

The doors opened to the outside. A HUGE garden stretching for over a mile...planted with the bodies of those fallen from the Empire. Headstones, holoshrines, helmets, and all manner of tributes marked each plot. Adults, children, military, civilians, even service animals. Droids who could not be repaired were erected as tribute statuary with holoplaques proclaiming their sacrifice.

Hunter was there. Laid to rest several rows down from the entrance.

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks.

“This isn’t real...” Shaking your head but staring straight ahead at Hunter’s helmet propped up on his plot. “NO... can’t.” Tears running down your face.

Phee rubbed your back. “I’m SO sorry.” She was crying too. “Broody saved my life. I almost burned to death.” She pulled off the scarf to reveal the severity of her injuries. “I’m the reason he’s here.”

Wrecker piped up “Noo, that’s not true. He would’ve done it for anyone on that ship.” He hugged Phee.

Survivor’s guilt. Your heart went out to her.

Crosshair took your hand and silently encouraged you to step down into the memorial and go to Hunter’s plot. You inhaled and stepped down...then your legs gave out. Crosshair grabbed your right shoulder. Echo ran over and supported your left.

They led you to the plot. Wrecker, Phee, and Omega stayed behind.

Soft grass was planted for whomever wished to sit and visit. Hunter’s helmet was surrounded by vivid red Poppies in full bloom. Echo seated you upon the grass. Crosshair kneeling beside you.

“Can I do anything at all for you both.” He inquired.

Silence.

“Uh...I’ll give you some privacy.”

“Echo?”

“Yeah?”

You swept him up in a hug again. “Thank you...for everything.” Tears returning.

“Oh, of course.” He embraced you back. Holding on for some time.

Echo patted your back and cleared his throat. He let go and wiped a tear from his face.

Then he was gone.

Crosshair sat stone faced staring at Hunter’s helmet bereft of emotion. It was the best he could do at this moment.

You took off the red scarf, slipped it over Hunter’s helmet, and arranged it as if draped off Hunter’s own shoulders.

Like he was sitting right in front of you with his bucket on...

A sudden loud sob escaped. Each exhalation became louder until it ended in a scream. Your face red and pressed into the warm grass. Watering Hunter’s grave with your tears. Freeing the emotion out of the pit of your being. Screaming, sobbing until empty, finally collapsing from exhaustion.

The afternoon progressed and the sun started to dip down towards the horizon.

“Hey” Crosshair nudged you from disassociation. “Let’s go.”

Numb, you let him haul you up under the shoulders. Standing, your vision went snowy and black.

Crosshair must have carried you to the ship. The next few days were a blur, you slept through most of it. He hovered, fixing ration soup and just about threatening to force feed you. Trading whatever he could for black market sweets just to get ANYTHING into your belly. You barely remember Echo, Wrecker, Omega, or Phee visiting. Or AZI monitoring your vitals, reporting them well within range, that it was “only” grief and would eventually pass.

Finally, after days in your bunk Crosshair had enough.

“Soup!” He poked you awake.

“Whaa?” Weakly turning over, burrowing under the blanket.

“Get up. You STINK!”

“Fuck off Crossy...”

“Get up, or I’m throwing you INTO the refresher. Clothes and all.”

You ignored him.

Crosshair reached under the blanket and yanked you up. You caterwauled hurling swears, too weak to fight. But you were strong enough to hold on.

He opened the refresher door and attempted to set you down. You stuck to him like shit on a Bantha’s behind. It turned into a wrestling match, both of you swearing at one another. One hand pried off him, then another would latch on, finally tearing his shirt to shreds.

Cross gave up and flipped on the water soaking you both. The cold spray only made you hold on tighter, pressing against his chest for warmth. He gave up, sighed, adjusted the temp to warm.

“Will you wash my hair?”

Sighing again. “Yes.”

You let go and turned your back to him. Crosshair lathered up his hands.

“Wait.” You pulled the soaked T-shirt over your head and threw it in the corner of the shower. Now you're only clad in underwear. “Ok.”

He applied the shampoo and did one helluva job massaging it into your hair. You smiled and groaned at the sensation. He finished by twisting the hair into a soapy point atop your head.

“Will you wash my back and neck?”

Heavy sigh. But he did. His hands were amazing.

“Toothpick, will...”

“I’m NOT washing your dirty ass...or anything else. You can reach.” Cross rinsed his hands and exited the refresher, leaving you to finish the job.

You finally exited the shower feeling and smelling much better.

Clean towels and comfy clothing were waiting for you. A non-descript box sat atop them.

Dried, dressed, brushed your hair and nasty teeth. Then opened the box. The beautiful black and silver scarf from Mel and Marv’s stand. Toothpick paid attention...and had held on to it the whole time.

You put it on and made your way back through the darkened ship.

Crosshair was waiting, sitting on a blanket spread out on the floor. There was a multitude of fresh food and rations upon it. Also, a lit candle in the middle. The kind he would razz you about that “smelled like flowers and shit.”

You smiled. “Is this a date?” Attempting some levity.

“Sit your ass down and eat.”

“Thank you.” Caressing the scarf around your neck.

“For what?” He played dumb. You could see he noticed.

“Everything. Being there for...” You couldn’t bear to speak it. “Taking care of me, this food...”

“Can’t have you dying on me. Would have smelled worse than you already did.”

“Oh...and that shower brawl...” looking up from your food. “THAT was certainly SOMETHING.”

Crosshair grinned. “You owe me a new shirt.”

“Do I, now? Well, don’t wear clothes in the refresher when you decide to throw me in.”

He cocked an eyebrow while biting into a ration bar.

“Then when I grab something, it’ll be foreplay.”

Crosshair choked on his food.

You stuffed yourself full. Satisfied, thanking Crosshair again (who rolled his eyes), and wandered back to your bunk.

He had changed the bedding out while you were in the refresher. It was clean and the blanket turned over, inviting you to slide in.

It felt wonderful burrowing into the clean sheets.

But sleep was elusive tonight.

The grief was still too much for you both.

Two people alone on a dark, silent ship. The distance between you palpable.

“Are...you awake?” he furtively asked with hushed tones in the dark.

“Umhmm.” Intrigued as to why he asked. Sitting up and sliding your legs off to the side of the bunk.

Silence.

You sat there in the dark waiting for an answer.

More silence...

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...then Crosshairs hand gently smoothing away the hair from your temple.

You immediately embraced him tightly.

He falters for just a beat. Body frozen for what seems like an eternity. Would this scare him away?

Then you feel his arms encircle you, lips upon your cheek...kissing down to your lips.

Unable to hold back any further, you turn your head to meet his lips to yours.

Mouths opening to breathe into the well of one another. Sliding upon each other passionately. Breaths furiously taken in between long heated kisses.

Then parting quickly to pull the clothing from each other's body. Almost ripping the cloth away from bare skin. Occasional moans of longing for skin-to-skin contact.

Finally free of constraints, he stops to visually take you in...

...he’s waited SO LONG for this moment. Couldn’t help admiring your strength while rescuing him on Tantiss...but finding out you bonded romantically to Hunter...

“I... I’m afraid...” Terror and shame on his face.

This shocks you to hear such words fall from his lips. He’s so VULNERABLE...kneeling next to you proclaiming his feelings.

You reach out and stroke the side of his face, then firmly grip this chin. “So am I. But it’s just the two of us now.”

You both stare into the lonely abyss of each other's eyes.

“And I CAN’T STAND being alone.”

“Then you WON’T be...EVER” He reaches out across the space between, pulling you to his body. His heat, his need.

You have your own need, your heat blazes HOT with his deep kisses. Tongues intertwining.

Then he pulls away to bury his face next to your ear whispering EVERY DIRTY THING he’s going to do to you while nuzzling and nipping your ear. Rubbing his hard cock along your shin, sliding along the wetness it leaves behind.

You moan loudly...” Oh...fuck me...”

“Mhmm...” trailing his tongue down your neck. His hands caressing the inside of your thighs. Stopping just short of your sex. Teasing his fingers around it...teasing you into fever pitch.

Your hand on his shoulder digs your nails into his flesh. He moans in ecstasy from the pain. Trailing down your chest to nip and lick at your nipples. Crosshair stares up adoringly with half hooded eyes.

His hand casually brushes your sex and trails away.

Smiling while he teases.

You grip the edge of the bunk, bracing your feet on the floor, and buck out your hips in the air, gasping, baring your teeth.

Then he playfully but firmly slaps your sex.

It pisses you off while turning you on at the same time. The tension building.

His cock is SO slippery against your leg. The breath coming from him labored and shaky. Tracing your thighs just so closely to where you want to be stimulated, then away again.

“FUCK ME!” You growl deeply through your teeth. Something FERAL awakening in you. Shaking, sweating, digging harder into his shoulder. It starts to bleed, and his eyes roll back in his head.

His facial expression turns intense. He slaps your sex again. You moan louder, then growl again.

The teasing. It’s driving you INSANE.

He knows you’re about to lose it...

Crosshair stops kissing your chest, put’s his snarky, sexy, come-fuck-me-face up to your ear...

“...Mmm...bite me...”

Back somewhere in your sexually addled lizard brain registers this could be literal instead of figurative.

And he slaps you...ONE MORE TIME...

Without thinking you sink your teeth into his other shoulder. Blood seeping into your mouth.

Crosshair screams out in fevered sexual ecstasy...frotting his weeping cock furiously against your leg.

His slapping hand comes back fully on your sex, furiously stimulating...

...kneading...

...filling up your intimate spaces...

...sliding....

...you buck your hips tightly against the hand that services you...

...as the pressure of your molars squeeze the flesh of his shoulder...it’s heavenly pressure...the taste of copper as you suck it down...

Crosshair’s fevered thrusts of his hips.

The fevered ministrations of his hand.

Ragged breaths mixed with groans...whimpers...

You release your mouth from his shoulder, as you gasp for air... blood trailing down his back from the punctures. Small crimson rivulets running down your chin, neck, across your erect nipples...you fall back...Pressing your head into the bunk...eyes widening...mouth open. His left hand on the small of your back like a spotter, his right sending you over the edge...

Clenching your abdomen...you feel that tickle...the beginning of...

Crosshair stops and pulls his hand away. You grab his arm devastated, angry even to be thwarted from your orgasm.

Breathlessly “I want to FEEL you...from the INSIDE.” It’s not presented as a question. But he’s waiting for your consent.

You reach down, stroke his sopping wet member. He moans and shudders. Then brush a ghost of a kiss across Crosshair’s forehead as you scoot fully onto the bunk and open yourself up to him. Your seductive gaze is inviting.

Up off his knees, he slinks over you on the bunk. Staring like a hungry animal.

For a fleeting moment, you don’t see Crosshair there...just Hunter. Your desire threatens to topple over into grief...all these emotions bubbling up from the surface. That scar will NEVER be totally healed. The sadness that will NEVER totally leave.

Crosshair watches the subtle changes of your expression and senses this. He understands. While there are differences, it’s his loss too.

He covers his body with yours, basking in the warmth skin to skin. Then takes your face in his hands. Touching foreheads, he whispers promises for you both in the future. All the things you will do together and the burdens you will both share and support each other through. Every one of them ends with a kiss as a promise.

“I’m not Hunter...but...I’ll work on being a better man than I was in my past.”

“I don’t want you to live in Hunter’s shadow. You’re different. Our relationship will be different.”

Silence.

“I’m SO SORRY you lost your brother.”

Crosshair covers his face with his hand. Silent tears spill out between his fingers.

You say no more and hold him tightly. Knowing it was A LOT for him to even let go like this. Knowing the relationship, he had with especially Hunter was fraught with so much emotional angst. And the heavy burden Crosshair holds about the horrible things he did at the end.

You both lay there for some time wrapped up together in each other's arms...just being. Crosshair’s head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. You rubbing gentle circles though his hair.

Finally, he speaks, “Would you like me to finish?” Looking up at you seriously with those intense dark eyes.

You read him like a book. He knows you too well now. There’s a deep care for one another. But you both know the sex tonight will be for dealing with the grief. That's ok though. It’s an unspoken agreement of how this will help the two of you bond and heal.

You’ll both drink, fight, fuck, laugh, and all manner of things together while dealing with this shared grief. Whatever gets you by. It’ll bind you both thick as thieves.

“Yes.”

He kisses down your body to your sex. Licking, sucking, lavishing you with an intensity that prevents you from lying still. All the while grinding his returned erection into the sheets, soaking them.

You both begin to get vocal. He adds more stimulation with his fingers, driving you wild. Grasping the bedding, you arch your back again. With the pressure in your core, his tongue wetly sliding over your sex...your breathing reaches a fever pitch...the tingling returns...

“Crosshair...”

He stops, sits up, gently pulls your hips to position, and slides his length into you.

“Fuuuck...” he groans loudly, slowly pulling out, then slowly sliding in...he wants to feel it ALL. No rush. Just the amazing sensation...every inch...of him...against you...

...sliding out...

...sliding in...

His legs are shaking.

Your breath not just respirations but moans to the timing of his thrusts.

...sliding out...

...sliding in...

Crosshair’s eyes are hooded in desire. He can see you’re about to cum. A crooked, horny smile crosses his face.

The tingle becomes a wave...

IT RUSHES THROUGH YOU like beautiful warm surf racing towards your sex...

...and reaches its destination...

You arch your back deeper...He’s watching you at the apex of your orgasm. Time seems to slow down for a few seconds. Eyes open with no angst, anger, judgement, spite, sass...his eyes...the window to a man WIDE OPEN at this moment in time. He’s telling you with his eyes what his voice could not.

You’re staring above right into those eyes as your head presses just a centimeter deeper into the bedding...you inhale DEEPLY as those warm tendrils explode deep at the base of your core.

Orgiastic moan-scream comes from your mouth so intensely you feel it in the roof of your mouth. Vision fuzzing out slightly. Tiny warm explosions of nerves firing everywhere in your body.

Crosshair squeezes you tightly, screaming gutturally, eyes shut tight, and shuddering inside you with his own climax. Both of your sensory stimuli shut out to the outside world: Only aware of you both connected at the junction of your bodies.

And then the orgasm dissipates like a wave being pulled back out to sea. Seafoam settling in and tickling the shoals of your sex.

You feel warm and tingly...the rush of all those endorphins. He collapses gently on top of you. Gathering each other up in embrace.

laying in each other’s arms realizing the future is wide open. It's a bit daunting...scary even. But you have each other. And, for now, that will do.

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tmt-sketch-a-day · 1 year

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I can’t remember why any more, but a long time ago I came up with an idea of fan babies for Fionna and the main three guys.

There is:

Storm, a female version of Stormo, who was released from her battle with Goliad and took a more human form. She’s about 75% Fionna’s copy. Storm lives with Fionna and Marshal. She hangs out with Bowen alot.

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Philip was artificially created by Gumball. A second attempt to create an heir, obsessed over how to go about it put Gumball in a week long sleep deprived state. In this state he decided on creating his own clone, but to counter balance his own faults mixed his DNA with the most heroic person he knew. Not really thinking about the implication till after the fact. Philip lives with Gumball and visits with Fionna most days.

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Flint was created via a magical crystal during an Adventure outing. On the outer rim of the Flame Kingdom, FP and Fionna got knocked down into a dungeon and touched strange red crystal together. One burst of magic light later and there was Flint. Being fire proof, his time is slit pretty evenly between FP and Fionna, but he has the ability to burst into flame. Fionna got a flame shield tattoo so she can be also permanently flame proof.

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Damian was born the old fashion way.

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crispyjenkins · 3 months

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dha kar'ta "crispy has lost control of their life again" celebration sneak peek

am planning on starting up a wip wednesday sort of thing (maybe next week?), which will definitely be more than star wars related stuff, but i've also just exceeded a thousand hours on skyrim in less than a year and wanted to celebrate(?) (i actually hit a thousand a few days ago, but in true fixation fashion, kept playing instead of posting anything over here lmao) so here's a dha kar'ta wip 'cause jango is fighting me a little bit but new chapter soon!! i promise!!

“As soon as Satine is unseated, the Mandalore System’s full neutrality nullifies, unless Jango chooses to reinstate it.”

“And he’d rather die than do that,” Bosoloc pipes up helpfully.

“Yes, and at that point, Mandalore can choose to pursue rejoining the Republic for the first time since the Kyr’am Turr’e, because New Mandalore never officially seceded to the Senate.”

“Which Jang’alor would also rather die than do.”

Obi-Wan acknowledges Ezovac with a nod. “The politics of sovereign states that exist within sectors technically under control of the Republic are a disaster at best, and almost no one in the Senate is willing to deal with it long enough for a planet to get the flimsiwork through.” Melidaan is a Republic planet now, but the Young didn’t always intend it to be, and Nield couldn’t read, so Obi-Wan had done a lot of that research between battles; and being on the run from Death Watch actually afforded a considerable amount of downtime during his year on Mandalore, and, well. A big part of that Obi-Wan had thought it was all information he’d need to know if Satine asked him to stay, and Obi-Wan still hasn’t quite learned how to let someone love him unless he can be useful to them.

Actually, it’s rather convenient that he had done all this research for Mandalore specifically, if thirteen years too early — perhaps the Force was simply preparing him for this Mandalore, not Satine’s.

Across the mess table, Kal groans loudly and slumps his head down. “Fine, I’ll bite, kih’Alor: what’s any of that got to do with Duchess Demagolka?”

“Theoretically,” Obi-Wan sighs again, pushing a grumbling Dha further into his mind so he can concentrate, “Mandalore does not actually have to declare itself as anything; there are plenty of planets in the outer rim that have sovereignty without officialising it with the Republic.”

“But...?”

“But, thanks to Satine, Mandalore is embroiled in Senate politics nine ways to Corellian Hells, and it’ll be even worse if she makes any headway with the beskar mines while we’re off fighting Vizsla. We simply can’t withdraw from those politics, not when Mandalore’s history is so entwined with the Republic’s, not unless we want to go full isolationist from the rest of the galaxy.” He glances at his other table-/councilmates, and is relieved to see they seem to be keeping up, if looking a bit exhausted by it; Obi-Wan shares the sentiment.

Luckily, the mess is empty now with everyone returning to their increased post-battle duties, or Obi-Wan is sure they’d have had quite a few more complaints about the impromptu government lesson happening in the middle of the tent.

Kal rubs his eyes, shaking himself before turning back to Obi-Wan, his frown as deep as ever, but at least he still seems willing to listen.

“So, we can’t just go after the Senate’s pet Mandalorian without burning those bridges, unless we have proof she’s in league with a terrorist?”

“Precisely. And technically, with Mandalore as a sovereign state, the Senate can’t do anything about the change in power, unless they plan to go to war with every Mandalorian in the galaxy, but proving she made the first move will give us significantly more support for instating Jango instead.”

“I feel like my brains are coming out my ears,” Bosoloc whispers woodenly, staring down at the remains of the protein gruel on her tray.

“You don’t have ears,” Myles reminds her, chin in his hand, and she kicks him under the table.

“What I want to know,” Mij speaks for the first time, easily dodging one of Myles’ flailing arms, “is how you even know about the Kyr’am Turr’e, Obi-Wan.”

Bosoloc turns away from tormenting Myles to add, “Yes, I was going to ask about that, because I have no idea what the Death Days are.”

#dhakarta #jangobi #crispy writes #wip wednesday #sneak peek #prequel trilogy #darksaber au #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #mij gilamar #true mandalorian ocs #mando'ade #more obi knowing things he shouldn't because dha forgets what he should and shouldn't probably know about #mandalorian obi wan #well sort of and also in the near future but he's the only one denying it at this point #JEDI CULTURE RESPECTED

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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That Should be Me!

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Requested by: @mostlymarvelsstuff

Prompts

"Please. please just listen to me." (10)

Warnings: Jealousy, Smidgen of Angst

Wanda was gutted at the sight of you, the tight black dress you were wearing left no need for one to use their imagination, and the bright smile you wore was breathtaking as you left the compound. The problem at hand was that you weren’t with her—no, you were on the arm of Carol’s outer space friend Valkyrie, the visiting warrior that had absolutely no right to just swoop you away like that. Like some night in shining armor, and truthfully, seeing you so happy with someone else hurt her.

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Everyone who resided on Earth knew that Wanda was in love with you, well—except you. It’s not like it was a secret the witch kept, she never did much of anything without you, but you took it as if she was a codependent bestie. The longing glances sent from across the room went unnoticed, the intimate cuddles with intertwined legs initiated at every chance were perceived as a norm, and the soft kisses to your cheeks completely went over your head.

Whenever anyone would even poke fun at the notion you’d laugh them off as ridiculous, then swiftly leave the room to wallow in said beliefs. Because you were head over heels for the witch, and their “jokes” gave you bitter hope. Wanda mistook your nonchalance for a lack of interest, she even tried to respect your choice, but after seeing you with someone else she couldn’t stop imagining her you-less future. There wasn’t a single outcome for herself that allowed for you to not be her eventual wife, and that’s why she was in a car following your date.

Natasha looked to Carol with a smirk after seeing Wanda run out the front, sliding her a glass with an old fashioned in it she clinks her cosmopolitan with it., “You’re a genius.,” the blonde smirks over her glass at the redhead., “Yeah, I know.,” the women chuckled softly, thinking about poor, unsuspecting you who was now in for quite the night.

Wanda narrowed her eyes when she witnessed Valkyrie’s hand on your lower back, “guiding” you into the fancy restaurant, but the brunette wasn’t clueless to the game that was being thrown here by the suave women in the suit. She waited a solid ten minutes before entering the establishment, even though she’d had the mind about her to wrap you up in her tendrils, and drag you away from your date. Somehow she managed a pinch of self control, then she was able to convince the boy working up front to sit her in a secluded booth, one that gave her a perfect visual of you and the woman stealer.

The date looked to be going well, she couldn’t allow that, so with the flick of her wrist your date’s wine sloshes over the rim, missing her mouth and instead drenching her white shirt. Wanda smiles victoriously, but then her face falls when you lean over the table with a wet cloth, and the tide pen that she bought for you. You’d always been such a messy girl, a small smile reappeared on her face at the thought of spaghetti night at the compound, it always ended the same. With her wiping your face clean, and you pouting at her in a mussed up top. The amount of shirts she’s had to save for you from the red sauce is comical at the least, enough to start up a small wardrobe at best.

Dinner went as well as it could, you both found humor in how little mishaps kept happening. The wine only being the start of it, the poor girls fork broke in the middle of lifting it to her mouth, like the actual prongs snapped and that left her with a lap full of bolognese, then to add insult to injury, when she got up to use the restroom to clean up she stumbled over her shoelaces, and nearly took out your waiter. She’d even joked as you got in the car that Earth must be her back luck charm, because she’s never had these problems back home. To which you laughed, because Earth was indeed a bad luck charm, for all forced to endure her.

Everything had been relatively smooth since you had purchased your hot chocolates from a street vendor and traveled the streets of the city with the newcomer. The many facial expressions of her amused you, especially when she got a genuine whiff of the city, only to then notice the streets piled hight with trash., “This is a tourist destination? Like what people spend their money on to see?,” the genuine shock in her voice had you cackling.

“Welcome to America darling, put up some flashing lights, mix in massive stores, with entertainment at the ready and the people will flock to the area, no matter how dirty or incredibly vile it can be.,” Valkyrie hummed in acknowledgment to your brutally honest words, the evidence clear as day when she sees a group of rat’s fighting over a slice of pizza., “Earth is rather disgusting.,” you snorted over your drink of cocoa, then squeezed her hand in acknowledgement.

It had irked Wanda that you chose such a lit up, open area to explore, because she needed the cloak of darkness to keep up her tricks. Then again, the sight of the rodents, paired with the grimace on your dates face gave her an idea, and within a moments time she found herself brainwashing a collection of rats to do her bidding, and hopefully scare off the woman attached to your side.

Once second you’re both laughing freely, with you telling her tales of your many nights spent on the subways, the next your date is dropping your arm and running for her life as a family of rats are suddenly chasing after her. It almost seemed like their eyes were red to you when they sped passed you, but you shook off the silly idea, convinced your eyes were just playing tricks on you, you then took off after her in the hopes of being able to help her out of her predicament.

Luckily it only took you two minutes to catch up to the fierce woman, an air of amusement in your eyes as you end up finding her clinging to the top of a phone pole with a heaving chest., “Valkyrie, they’re gone, it’s safe.,” she glared down at your amused form., “No, they’re only in hiding, waiting for me to stupidly reappear to seek out their thoughts of violence.”

“They probably smelt the bolognese sauce on you, now come on down, I’ll protect you.,” you attempted to reason with your date, and to your shock it actually did, she slid down the pole gracefully, then picks your hand back up, allowing you to continue your jaunt through the surprisingly quiet city that never sleeps.

Wanda was fuming really, every attempt to ruin the date was thwarted by your optimistic attitude, and even though she normally loved that part of you, this time she’d kinda hope you would be annoyed with your dates misfortune. But now that she sneakily follows the both of you through central park, in the chilly Fall air with no jacket she wonders if she is going too far here, because as much as she is desperate for you to be hers, she’s still not exactly sure you’d want her back, but she also notes the way you look at her when you think she isn’t paying attention, and she reasons that there has to be some part of you that’s also interested in more.

When she saw Valkyrie slyly trying to place her jacket over you in a show of chivalry, she could hear her thoughts about holding you close, and maybe even kissing you, causing the urge to destroy the date to return with a vengeance.

“Looks like you’re shivering honey, he—.,” she gasps lowly, cutting her offer off as the jacket she’d began to slip onto your body burst into loose threads that fell to the ground in a heap. Deciding to take a page from your book she just moves passed it, she’s seen far crazier things in her many millennia, instead she just wraps her arm around your waist to pull you closer, and Wanda’s mouth is left agape at the sight, the action at play only making her angrier, and unfortunately for your date—more violent.

The next trick comes fast, not even two steps forward do you take, but this time you don’t miss the red tendrils moving a rock into the direct pathway of the aloof woman besides you. Spinning around briskly you take the woman attached to you with you, saving her the fall, and catching your supposed culprit red handed, her hands still lightly illuminated, and her eyes widen upon being caught., “Wanda?”

The witch clearly wasn’t a fan of confrontation, so instead of answering you she took off., “I’m so sorry, but—.,” Valkyrie gave you a knowing smile before cutting you off., “Go, I knew this here was only casual, I’m back to Asgard by the end of the week. Thank you for the lovely night Y/N, now go after her, she went to some incredible lengths to get your attention.”

Even with her logical reasoning you found that you hesitated, feeling bad for abandoning her., “I’ll be okay honey, but do just make me this one promise, okay?.,” you kindly nodded., “Once you have her, after giving her hell for me please—the rats were so uncool.,” you giggled lightly as she grimaced., “Make sure that you cherish her, because a love like hers, that makes you go out of your mind crazy is hard to come by, and it deserves total reciprocation.,” your answer came in the form of a goofy smile, and a rushed hug as you ran off in the direction Wanda just had moments prior.

It didn’t take you long to find Wanda at all, you knew where she went, she always went to this pond when she needed to escape for awhile., “Wanda.,” you kept your voice level, your usual bubbly tone masked by your residual irritation. After sighing dejectedly the slumped woman rose to face you, the glistening of her cheeks quickly softening your heart to her obvious ache, but it wasn’t going to stop your scolding., “What you just did was outlandish! Did you get what you wanted out of mistreating my date?”

Wanda hated seeing you so upset, usually it was her who was attacking someone back home for causing it, but being on the receiving end of your anger honestly didn’t settle well with her heart at all., “Please.,” she shakily whimpered, "Please just listen to me.,” your grievances died on your tongue when seeing she was softly shaking., “Okay.,” you whispered, and with cautious steps you approached her, pulling her into your calming embrace., “I’m listening.,” Though you were listening, she wasn’t exactly speaking, instead she was sobbing against your exposed chest, hands clinging to, and bunching up the fabric of your dress over your hips, and in all of her silence you understood what it was she was trying to say. /I love you/

It wasn’t rocket science that she was jealous, but this was much deeper than a crush; a bittersweet wave of joy flooded through you, because sure, this wasn’t the ideal way for love to be confessed, but it is likely this was the only option for you two to reach this point, so you quickly accepted it., “I love you too Wanda.”

The breath from her soft gasp brushed over the skin of your collarbone, bringing forth the goosebumps that the chilly Fall air had yet to., “D-do you really?,” her question over a hiccup brought an instant frown to your face, the insecurity in her tone was clear. As gently as you could you pulled her off of you, she tried to fight the movement but you refused to speak until you could look into her gorgeous verdant eyes, and once your hands cupped her cheeks she relaxed once more.

“Wanda, I have loved you since the beginning. You’ve been my light in the darkness, guiding me towards a love I’ve always longed to have. You’re my safety net Wands; you take such good care of me, always, my heart craves you. You’re my comfort; who else gets to hold my hand during scary movies? You’re also my joy; I laugh more listening to your stories about Piet, than I do watching Nat put the guys in their place—though that is pretty hilarious.,” she giggled at the way you dramatically raised your eyebrows, as if to say ‘I’m right, right?’

“I guess what I’m trying to say is, it’s about damn time this is happening, we’ve both been too afraid to leap, but honestly Wands, if you were to propose to me tonight, there’s genuinely no way I’d say no to you.”

“Really?,” she squeaked, you could feel her face shifting under your touch as she smiled wide, because unbeknownst to you she already had purchased a ring for you about a year ago, on that off chance she’d have finally grown a pair, and asked you out., “Calm down Maximoff, I said I would, not that you should drop to your knees.,” you chuckled and she began to pout., “There’s no need to rush this sweet girl, we have the rest of our lives to check off all the bigger relationship milestones.”

“How about a first kiss then?,” she mused, you raised your brow, and bit your lip in feigned thoughtfulness, then you matched her smirk., “I don’t see why we can’t check that off now.,” you slowly leaned in, ghosting your lips over hers teasingly, but she wasn’t interested in the game you were trying to play, so her hands slid around your neck, moving up they burrowed deep into your locks, and with a slight push your lips were locked to hers, the both of you sighing at the dreamed about sensation.

The kiss was gentle for all of two seconds, there was this deep, inherent need coupled with the unwavering want from both parties that took over, fueling the intimate moment in all its steamy glory. Wanda’s tongue having entered your mouth to lovingly caress yours, while your hands left her face to explore the entirety of her body in sinful ways you’ve only ever dreamed of up to this point. Reluctancy also played its part in the moment, a deep ache consuming the both of your lungs, but neither of you were willing to give in, not until white specks were clouding your vision beneath shut eyelids.

Only then did you rip your lips from hers, your head falling back, as if this position magically aided in getting the oxygen to the lungs pipeline. Your chest heaved against hers, feeling more than hearing the way that her breaths were similarly as labored. Wanda was back to normalcy within the minute, but it was clear to her that you weren’t, with her hands still in your hair she gently guided your head to lay against her chest. Nimble fingers scratched at your scalp, while the others soothingly scratched your back over your dress in an attempt to bring your mind back to your body, and the start of you mumbling seemed to let her know it was working., “Cookies…,”

Wanda’s nose scrunched up at your selected word, and the urge to laugh one out., “Stop laughing, I’m serious.,” her chest shook even more aggressively beneath your face, causing you to pull back from her hold with a scowl, crossing your arms to emphasize your mood., “Detka, I-I’m sorry, you want cookies, correct?”

You threw your arms outwards, nodding your head as if it was meant to be the obvious answer., “Then how about we cross off first date too, and go to Insomnia? Sound good?,” her heart fluttered wildly at the sight of your excitement, your happiness always meant the world to her, so she slipped her hand in yours, and slowly the two of you left the park on a journey to obtain a chocolate chip cookie that was as ooey-gooey as your sickening love was.

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okay. here's the scene. sicely is forced along at a fancy party bc THRAWN is forced along at a fancy party for high command and political leaders in the outer rim. pryce got her own ticket bc shes the governor of lothal and her plus one is Publicity Boytoy #4, a human man whose name she will forget by the end of the evening but it is still likely enough that he'll annoy her to a high enough degree for her to want to have sex with him (i do not believe pryce is capable of non-caliginous attraction). even if she could she wouldn't want to go alongside thrawn again because his capability to infuriate and exhaust her beggars belief. and thrawn hates her with an icy seething passion. and due to the aforementioned caliginous-exclusive romance one might think this would mean pryce would be attracted to thrawn and you would be right. but it's really not worth pursuing that at all, because thrawn has the romantic capacity of one of those self-guided museum tour casettes with the anodyne voices, or maybe a picture on r/malelivingspaces where a bunch of Ayn Rand books are displayed prominently on a shelf in a clearly-inherited house. and also he annoys her with his constant questions and generally helpless demeanor in any context where he does not have complete control and authority. so going with her is out. and eli cant come because he's off in the unknown regions listening to a holodrama in Cheunh and getting happy he understands 85% of it (he is missing a decent amount of cultural context due to grammatical cases and familial-standing based honorifics and sentence structure). faro has her own ticket too because her uncle is a patron and benefactor for many Outer Rim charities and gentlemen's clubs, and he dotes on her. so she cant be thrawns plus one nor can he be hers because she's going to spend the entire time at this thinly-veiled diplomatic insider trading scam of an event having her first normal conversation in a year with family, and if thrawn goes with her he will be introduced to that family (nightmare scenario. never again). so thrawns option is his only other friend, a 16 year old he more or less kidnapped and has entered an uneasy truce with. is this pathetic? profoundly. the depths of thrawn's patheticness and overall dysfunction is some kind of ocean trench or hole in which i seem to be the only bastard blazing bravely downward.

SICELY: I don't want to go. THRAWN: It is not optional. SICELY: Why the hell not? THRAWN: You are a cultural attaché and a diplomatic representative of your people. There will be many ambassadors there. It is a learning experience. SICELY: Can you put it in writing that I hate thiS, I hate partieS, I will go kicking and Screaming, I hate you, and if you make me wear a Stupid fancy outfit I will Screech like a branded banSheeSteed?

Thrawn wordlessly opens up his datapad, types it all out, attributes the quote to Sicely, and turns it around to show them.

SICELY: Thank you.

Sicely agrees to go to the party and even gets convinced to put on a nice outfit (given as they dislike being unable to wear anything than an officer's uniform, Faro frames it as a break from monotony and Sicely says it must be difficult being right all the time. Faro concurs). Thrawn, being only able to analyze fashion within the context of it being an artistic statement, is the kind of guy to wear white to a wedding. It takes the combined effort of nearly every woman in his bridge crew (which is most of them, Thrawn hates working with men) to convince him to not just wear his standard uniform and gives him a catalogue full of options.

Anyways. The commute to the party is mostly painless after this point and the party itself is mostly the same as usual, Sicely haunting the air by Thrawn's elbow like some sort of wraith comprised entirely out of teenage spite, Thrawn trying to hard to remember the difference between his polite eye contact face and menacing inquisitive eye contact face that he keeps missing what people say to him. there's music playing. ronan is there, being insufferable. tarkin is there, being insufferable and terrifying. if krennic is also here there will inevitably be A Scene. eventually sicely gets bored of trying to subtly help Thrawn save face when talking to people (he just called a woman's outfit "appropriate for the ocassion" and even Sicely is aware that that's ruder than when they said she looks draped in tinsel) so they wander off, like a husky whose owner dropped the leash, or a balloon halfway filled with helium and halfway filled with a suicide's ghost. everyone at this party looks garish and varying degrees of miserable to talk to, which does in part remind sicely of home, but the kind of diplomatic misery present here is an altogether different breed one could expect from highblooded children, and most of the parties sicely went to as a kid were shindigs, hootenannies, barn-burners, and halloween parties where everyone drank age-appropriate drinks which were not illegal. so one can imagine they feel a bit lonely.

and then finally they hear it: one adolescent voice ringing out above the rest. there is one other teenager at this party. sicely makes a beeline for it. it's a brown-haired human girl dressed in all white, and shes chewing out some senator with as much vitriol as can be acceptable in such a setting as this. this rather quickly scares off said senator, and sicely (holding their mocktail) steps in before someone else can command her attention. the first thing she sees is, of course, their stupid cactus antlers. the second thing she sees is the chimaera insignia on their stupid suit.

SICELY: Um. Hi-- LEIA: You're a bit young to be a Navyman terrorizing the Outer Rim, aren't you? LEIA: Or are you simply a fan of the works of the Seventh Fleet? LEIA: I don't know how you people find the gall to come here and rub elbows with senators and charity organizers outright working to undo the very damage of the atrocities you and the rest of the Navy cause.

Sicely can't help it. They grin.

LEIA: You ought to be ashamed of yourself if you think this is funny. LEIA: Surely your people are among the ones being subjugated by Tarkin's great work? SICELY: Oh, nah-- my people are off Subjugglating elSewhere. LEIA: Oh! Lovely to know there's scum anywhere you go in the galaxy. SICELY: Can you yell at me some more?

It's only when they find out that she's a princess that Sicely realizes they have one goal in life: become dashing butch knight. pull Princess Leia.

#cecil drawls #long post #YOU SEE MY VISION #SICELY VC IM SCRUFFY IM ROGUEISH IM HANDSOME DO YOU LIKE GIRLS #sicely nohell

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Be Honest In Your Heart

Pairing: Ahsoka x fem!Jedi!reader

Summary: While on mission, Ahsoka and reader have to pretend to be a fake couple.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: idk, none? slight angst with a little fluff

A/N: I don’t really like this but here you go!

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Rough. That was the word Ahsoka used to describe the journey. Rough was putting it lightly. While out on mission in the outer rim, Ahsoka and [Name] were intercepted by a separatist-droid fleet. Fighting to make it through on their way to Mandalore, their ship had taken quite the beating. Without shields, making it out alive would prove to be a nearly impossible task. Regardless, the two were committed to surviving and seeing their mission through.

“Flank right!” [Name] called to Ahsoka, who was piloting the ship.

She spun the ship to the right, narrowly dodging blasts from the large star destroyer.

“Two star-fighters on our rear, I will try and shoot them but I don’t know how much more of this this ship can take.”

“Copy that. One star-fighter on my left.” Ahsoka called back.

“I see it.” [Name] aimed and shot at the single star-fighter; with one precise blast the star-fighter exploded. “I got it!” [Name] exclaimed, before directing her focus once again on the other two star-fighters that enclosing quickly.

“Have you got the other two?” Ahsoka asked.

“Yep!” [Name] smiled, shooting at the wing of one of the star-fighters causing it to spiral and crash into the second.

“Awesome, now we can get out of here.” Ahsoka said, pushing a few buttons before pulling the lever to jump to light speed.

“How long do you think it will take for us to get there?” [Name] asked loudly, having gotten out of the gunner’s seat and taken off her headset com-link.

“Not long.” Ahsoka yelled back.

As [Name] climbed up the latter to the ships main hull, she found herself wondering what was in store for them on Mandalore. The information they were given from the Jedi Council was simple but clear: find the mole on Mandalore, secure the information, and leave without Mandalore having ever known that the Jedi were even there. [Name] supposed that they sent Padawans because it was less conspicuous. After all, they were still Padawans. They haven’t had the time to make too much of a name for themselves and haven’t had enough time to completely take on ‘the Jedi persona’.

As [Name] made it to the bridge where Ahsoka sat, Ahsoka asked:

“Do you think our mole will believe that we are Jedi?”

“What? Don’t believe we are convincing Jedi?” [Name] teased, a wide, smug grin on her face.

Ahsoka elbowed her as [Name] moved to sit down in the pilot’s seat next to Ahsoka.

It wasn’t long after that they came out of hyperspace and the planet of Mandalore came into view. Mandalore wasn’t a very slightly planet, having had plenty of wars held on the surface, the natural landscape was almost completely demolished. As the two were entering the atmosphere, the environment around them reminded of why they had sent padawans. Not only would padawans be less conspicuous, they were also less likely to be clocked as Jedi. And if Mandalore was known for not liking one thing, that would be Jedi. It was common knowledge that the Mandalorians and the Jedi were at war long before Ahsoka and [Name] were born. It was crucial that the padawans were careful about hiding their Jedi ways in order for this mission to be successful.

Ahsoka landed the ship on to the docking bay and the two of they made their way to the exit of the ship. ”Before we go, we should probably wear our robes so we can hid our lightsabers.” [Name] suggested.

“Good idea.”

The two girls grabbed the robes before exiting the ship and entering the world of the Mandalorians. In a way, Mandalore was not much different to Coruscant, the way of life in a big city was hard to differentiate. But in contrast, the architecture was different and uniquely Mandalorian.

The two walked through the large city admiring all of the beautiful architecture and fashion that comes with a planet with as much culture as Mandalore. Beautiful box-like buildings that seem to grow from one another and the colours of the blue and grey with the accents of gold were marvellous. Moments like these were such a wonderful part of being a Jedi, exploring other planets and experiencing different cultures.

Ahsoka quickly whispered in [Name] s ear, telling her that they were close to where the mole said they would meet. [Name] nodded in acknowledgment.

They rounded a corner and entered a bar. Despite their apparent young age, no-one seemed to even spare a glance at the two. Ahsoka’s eyes drifted to a spot in the corner that held a man around their age that matched the description of the mole.

“Over there.” Ahsoka whispered, nudging in the direction of the boy.

“Got it.”

The two made their way over, doing their best to stay casual. When they made it to the booth where the guy was sitting, they sat down and started the conversation.

“We heard you’re Drurk Crurar. We heard you have information.” [Name] started.

“I might. What’s it to you?”

“We are not big fans of the Trade Federation and we wish to aid in their down fall.” Ahsoka offered.

He took a moment to think, surveying the girls before coming to a conclusion.

“You two don’t work for the Jedi do you? I hate the Trade Federation, but I hate the Jedi even more.”

[Name] and Ahsoka looked at each other for a beat before Ahsoka started:

“No, we don’t work for the Jedi. In fact, I came here by order of Senator Amidala of Naboo in hopes of not only putting a stop to the Trade Federation but also to protect Naboo and other planets affected by the Trade Federation.”

“How do I know? I mean, it is come for Jedi to work in pairs. How come one of you couldn’t have come alone?”

The girls’ stomachs sank, the boy was getting too inquisitive. They had to think of something quick. So, Ahsoka took [Name]’s hand, and gave her a look that said trust me.

“She is my girlfriend. She is from Alderaan and so we don’t get much time together unless it is for missions like this.” Ahsoka explained, she was calm despite being hyperaware of the hand in hers.

“Missions like these with my love, make life really worth it. Getting a chance to take down something as oppressive as the Trade Federation as well as spend time with her is something I will never turn down.” [Name] added, smiling at Ahsoka, who was smiled back. Real or not, having Ahsoka’s hand in her’s brought [Name] more calm than anything.

The boy was smiling, seemingly touched.

“You two are sweet, you remind me of my parents. My mom was from Mandalore and my dad was a part of the Trade Federation; they didn’t get much time together, but when they did, they made the most of it. That’s how I got this information,” Drurk held up the info chip for them to see. “He is still a part of the Trade Federation, but he still comes to visit from time to time. Last time he visited, he left this. Please, take it. Free your worlds and spend time together. We never know how much time we have.” The boy smiled sadly, before looking down at his hands.

Ahsoka and [Name] looked at each other sadly, [Name] going to rest her head on Ahsoka’s shoulder. When the boy looked up, he smiled once again, handing the chip to Ahsoka offered a small ‘good luck’ before he walked out of the bar.

[Name] looked up to Ahsoka and whispered:

“Is he gone?”

Ahsoka checked around quickly before nodding slightly.

“We should head out now, just to be safe. We don’t want him to have changed his mind about us and then turn us in.” [Name] softly spoke, careful that no others heard but Ahsoka.

Ahsoka nodded, giving a squeeze to [Name]’s hand before guiding her out of the booth. They both understood that it would be in their best interest to remain in this act until they were at least aways away from the bar.

The two held hands as they looked at the architecture around them. It was beautiful and somehow the moment was made more magical than when they first landed. [Name] wondered if it was because Ahsoka’s hand was in hers. And Ahsoka wondered if it was because, just for the moment, she could picture them actually being in a relationship. These thoughts were forbidden for Jedi, they were not to have attachments after all.

Time and time again they were told that attachments lead to jealousy and jealousy to fear and fear into anger and anger into the dark side. But the thoughts were still there and though the two of them only would feel peace and comfort in the other’s presence, the Jedi order would never let them be. [Name] and Ahsoka looked at each other, heads turned at the same time, the giggles bubbled between them. When they stopped, easy smiles rested on their faces, maybe they would be fine after all.

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Day Thirty - Faires

Word Count: 664

Warnings: possible harm of a fairy?, Grogu being himself, Din being a worried dad

Notes: I wrote Din meeting a fairy warrior. This is what happened. I feel strongly about this. ☺️

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“Believing in what you can see keeps you alive. Trust in your skills, your weapons, and your armor. Take care of them and they will keep you from death’s door for a time.”

Words to live by, even after his foundling saved him from the mudhorn. Din Djarin relies on his own instincts, battle prowess and knowledge he’s gained from over the years.

Nothing has quite given him preparation for this. Planets in the Outer Rim tend to vary greatly, this one for example has lush vegetation, beautiful clear water and according to his sensors in his helmet, the atmosphere is breathable for both him and Grogu. The oddity presented is an angry looking man with an orange beard and matching hair wearing maybe a brown dress? He’s flying using wings on his back and he’s maybe half a meter tall. He appears to be angry at Din for something, but he’s only just stepped off his ship, what could he be mad about?

The small ginger haired flying man keeps fussing at Din so Grogu tries to choke him using the force which Din tells him not to, reaching for Grogu but he pops up in the air. A normal sized woman wearing a deep dress that hit mid-thigh flutters her violet red wings above Din, looking down on him with curiosity as she holds a screeching Grogu by his foot. Her skin had clearly been kissed by the sun, a copper tone to it with blood red lips. Her eyes were golden to match the patterns on her wings, delicate hands tossed Grogu in the air before catching him and he giggled. “This…creature belongs to you metal one? He was trying to kill my assistant.” Din had his blaster trained on her ready to shoot as soon as she had tossed Grogu.

“Yes. He is my foundling. Put him down.” Din tilts his helmet. That sounds very bad. Dammit Grogu. “There was a misunderstanding. I couldn’t understand the little, I mean your assistant. He was trying to tell us something that I assume was important. But my foundling is protective of me.” The Mandalorian explained, he raised his blaster and put it back at his side. It was now the woman’s turn to tilt her head in the same fashion Din had. “I put my weapon away. Give him back to me. Please.” His voice cracked uncharacteristically. The little ginger haired man kicked Din’s leg as he flew by and up to the woman, clearly telling her something negative. Her expression did not change as she flew down and landed softly, walking up to Din as her head just reached his shoulder.

“Here is your foundling as you call it. You shall not cause any more undue harm will you?” With Grogu safely back in his arms, the woman crosses hers and waits for a response. Din sighs and holds Grogu tight.

“I will not cause any harm unless one tries to cause harm to us. Can you guarantee that Miss?” He asks to which she scoffs and plucks a blade of grass from near her feet. She takes a deep breath and it lengthens into a blade that’s roughly ten centimeters in length.

“If you’re concerned or fearful, metal one. I can protect you.” The winged woman grins as she spins her knife and stows it on her upper thigh before pulling her dress back down. “But you should have no further issues since you will be accompanied by one of the best fairy warriors on this planet.”

Din couldn’t hide the surprise in his voice as it’s pitch heightened. “Fairies? That’s what you are?! I…well I know you didn’t look very Jedi that’s for sure.” He shakes his head and pats Grogu’s, “I’m here on a job. I need to get to where this tracking fob leads.” The fairy woman laughed and seemingly floated a few feet away from him.

“Lead the way metal one. I will be your escort.”

#pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #the mandalorian #starwars #grogu #fairy #day thirty #March #spring prompts #Nerdie fic

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tennessoui · 1 year

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bunny-wan. lunar year of the rabbit ... more bunny this year?

happy bunny day/easter!

(1k) (crack)

It starts mostly as a joke.

Rex is scheduled to be with Obi-Wan so that he’s not alone in Anakin’s apartments for the duration of his trip back to Tatooine, but Rex has accidentally double-booked himself.

“I made a calendar,” Anakin says through gritted teeth as he glares at his ex-friend through the shitty connection of their comm call. “I sent everyone two copies each. I sent you three!”

“Your long-term partner doesn’t need a babysitter, Anakin,” Rex replies defensively. “He’s a fully-fledged adult, he can spend a night alone—”

“Bunnies aren’t meant to be alone!” Anakin snaps back, crossing his arms over his chest. He thinks he’s said this phrase so often that it’s become one of the basic, guiding tenets of his life. Bunnies are not made to be alone. “Obi-Wan has different needs, alright? He wants company! You! Hence the kriffing calendar that you promised to abide by!”

“Anakin, you’re being ridi—”

“I won’t be able to concentrate if I know he’s by himself in that bathtub again, Rex!”

“Who said anything about a—”

“And I’m codifying the next hundred year treaty with the remaining Hutts, Rex! I need to be able to concentrate, or negotiations are going to fail and the Hutts will re-establish their mob rule over my home planet, the Republic will lose its furthest reaching planet, slavery will once more become law, and other Outer Rim planets will see Tatooine leave the Republic and follow its lead! We’ll have a galactic civil war on our hands if—-”

Rex throws his arms up into the air. “Fine! Fine, alright, fuck, just shut up—fine, okay. I’ll take Obi-Wan with me on my couples vacation with Padmé!”

“Thank you,” Anakin says graciously. “That’s all I ask.”

His friend throws him a very rude hand gesture. “And after we get back, we’re going to buy him a loth-kitten for company, kriff the stupid calendar!”

Anakin laughs because Rex could not be more obviously joking, and reaches forward to cut the connection.

His commlink buzzes with an incoming call only a few seconds later.

As soon as he accepts it, Obi-Wan blinks into sight. He’s running his fingers along the edge of his lop ear distractedly as he smiles in Anakin’s direction. One of their throwpillows is sitting in his lap.

It’s ridiculous and unnecessary and frankly unhealthy to be jealous of a throwpillow.

Anakin is very jealous of the throwpillow, especially when Obi-Wan drops his ear to wrap his arms around it.

It’s fine.

“Hi, Obi-Wan,” he says, grabbing at his own hands so he doesn’t try to do something stupid, like reach out and attempt to touch the holo image.

“Hello there,” Obi-Wan replies, cheeky and beautiful and perfect, and even though Anakin is on a starship speeding towards some place vast and dangerous, he suddenly feels at home.

—-------------

Alright, so maybe it wasn’t a joke.

That’s the very first thing Anakin thinks upon arriving home to find a loth-kitten sitting just inside his apartment door, tail flicking back and forth as it cocks its head to stare at him curiously.

“Oh,” says Anakin. “Hello.”

The loth-kitten blinks once before apparently deciding that he is someone to be trusted, because it stands and begins to rub its face against his leg while purring.

Frankly, it’s adorable.

It’s adorable, but it has nothing on the sight of his partner, rounding the corner. “Obi-Wan!”

The bunny breaks into a smile at the sight of him and rushes forward. Anakin accepts the hug with a happy sigh, nuzzling his face into Obi-Wan’s velvet ear and pressing a kiss to its base.

In his arms, safe and secure, Obi-Wan shivers. It’s a whole-body thing, one that only serves to remind Anakin about how sensitive bunnies are.

“Were you good while I was away?” he murmurs into the younger man’s ear.

Obi-Wan shrugs and kisses his neck. “I didn’t like Rex and Padmé’s ski lodge, so I got them kicked out,” he confesses, rubbing up against him in a fashion Anakin finds very distracting.

“That’s Rex’s fault,” he replies absent-mindedly as his hands trail down to massage the area of skin right above his partner’s tail. “There was a calendar.”

At this, Obi-Wan perks up. “You’re not mad?” He checks.

Anakin has never been mad at Obi-Wan once in his life, and they met after the bunny stole his ancestral crown because it was shiny. “No,” he says anyway. “Course not.”

“Then you’ll take it away?” He’s asked eagerly.

Anakin pulls away from their embrace to frown at him. “Take what away?”

“The punishment,” Obi-Wan says.

Anakin frowns. “Punishment?” Obi-Wan nods and gestures downward.

As if it’s been listening, the loth-kitten at their feet meows plaintively.

Instinctively, Anakin crouches down and scratches its ears.

Obi-Wan’s face, when Anakin remembers to look up, is thunderous.

—--------

“Oh, come on,” Anakin says. He’s not whining. He does not whine. He is a galactic senator and a man in his later thirties. He is above whining.

The loth-kitten in his arms mewls.

Obi-Wan looks incensed. “I want it gone,” he demands.

Punishment, which is apparently the only thing the bunny has been calling the kitten, mewls again.

Anakin tightens his arms around the creature. “But where would she go?”

“Do I look like I care?” Obi-Wan asks, putting his hands on his hips.

He does not.

“I think having a pet would be good for you. Have you even given Menti a chance?” “Menti?”

Anakin frowns at him. “Well, I can’t call her Punishment for her entire life, she’d develop a complex!”

His bunny sneers at him and crosses his arms.

Anakin puts the kitten on the ground just so he can have both hands free to rub at his temples.

—--------

When Anakin lurches awake in the middle of the night, it’s to the disturbing realization that he’s alone in bed.

He’s never alone in bed when he’s on Coruscant. Obi-Wan likes to cuddle, and Anakin likes to be cuddled by his partner.

But when he awakens, he’s alone.

Obi-Wan can’t have gone far—Anakin will believe nothing else—and so he throws the warm sheets off in a bid to find him. He’d search all of Coruscant, if he had to.

But luckily, Obi-Wan is in the living room.

“I don’t want you,” Obi-Wan says. “In fact, I despise you.”

For one heart-wrenching second, Anakin is convinced that he is talking to him.

Then he rubs his eyes to clear his vision, and he sees the loth-kitten perched on a discarded throwpillow.

It meows.

“No, really,” Obi-Wan replies. “You’re–you’re—superfluous.”

“Superfluous?” Anakin repeats, and Obi-Wan startles. He turns around quickly—defiantly—and glares at Anakin.

“Superfluous!” Obi-Wan declares stridently. “You have me! You don’t need anything else so–cute! And—and—” “Fluffy?” Anakin suggests, leaning against the doorway and smirking despite himself.

Obi-Wan scowls. “That’s not what I was going to say.”

The laughter escapes him without his permission. “So just to be clear,” he says, opening his arms so that his bunny can step into them. “You’re jealous of a loth-kitten?”

Obi-Wan’s scowl grows. “No,” he says. “Alright,” he mutters a second later. “Maybe.”

When he stands from his crouch and steps into Anakin’s arms, Anakin can’t stop himself from smiling and pressing that smile against the crown of Obi-Wan’s head. “That’s alright,” he tells him. “I was jealous of a throw pillow.”

#asks #prompt fill #bunnywan #to be clear obi-wan does not appreciate the infringement upon his cutest thing around rights #anakin finding the loth kitten cute is awful #he has been sharing his den with an enemy!!!!!!#they are both ridiculous

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justimajin · 8 months

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 10

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4.2k / Office AU (lowkey E2L vibes)

↠ Summary: The workplace isn’t for everyone. It can be mundane and repetitive, with some describing it like a nuisance and others as a blessing. You’re the kind that leans more towards the latter and while it does make you an ideal candidate for many things, nothing could have prepared you for the whirlwind that is the new employee.

↠ A/N: The chapter is split into two parts; starts with the past and then ends in the present.

GIF credit.

↠ Next Update: Friday, September 8 (series masterpost here)

–note: the beginning of this chapter takes place in the past

“Kim Namjoon!”

There’s a young man with glasses seated at one of the cubicles, adorned in a simple white dress shirt and black slacks. At the call of his name, he scrambles out of his seat.

“Vice President Kim.” He straightens his back up at the sight of the older man.

The superior before him grins, eyes crinkling. “I see you’ve been adjusting quite well here.”

“I’ve only started a month ago, Sir.” Namjoon meekly replies, “There’s still much for me to learn and do.”

The Vice President chuckles, patting his shoulder lightly. “Always the hard-working type.”

He sheepishly smiles at the compliment, dimples arising at the corners of his cheeks.

“You’re a very bright young man, Namjoon. I can easily see you going places.”

“T-Thank you, Mr. Kim.” He’s filled with nothing but gratitude for the man. During the process of his interview, the hiring personnel hadn’t hesitated in their decision to recruit him, but on his way out he had abruptly bumped into him, not realizing who he truly was. It was only afterwards that Namjoon finally realized, but by then he was already in the man’s good books without even trying.

“On that note.” The older gentlemen swivels, gesturing to the man standing a few steps behind him, curiously gazing at one of the offices.

“Seokjin.” The man’s daze breaks and recognition hits him as he makes his way over immediately. He’s dressed in a similar fashion to Namjoon, his dark hair neatly brushed down and a pair of round glasses sitting on the rim of his nose. Save for his outer appearance though, the one feature that has Namjoon bewildered is the striking similarity he shares with the Vice President.

He places a hand on his shoulder, a fond smile on his face. “This is my youngest son, Seokjin.”

Namjoon’s irises widen and his vision darts between the two. “Y-Your son?”

The Vice President nods, “This is Kim Namjoon, the man I was telling you about.”

Seokjin nods, raising his hand out. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“Uh, yes!” Namjoon quickly extends his own hand, not wanting to seem rude from his cluelessness. “Same to you.”

Seokjin kindly smiles and Namjoon notes how naïve and polite he almost seems, but those are thoughts he decides to keep to himself.

The Vice President turns to him and the abrupt introduction beings to make more sense.

“He’ll be working in the office starting today through an internship.” He states, “I was hoping you could help him to understand how we run things here.”

Namjoon’s eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. Not only did he not know that the Vice President had a son, but he was also going to be tasked with the very same man’s training.

It’s incredibly daunting and all Namjoon can sputter out is a– “O-Of course.”

“Thank you.” He says, turning to Seokjin. “I’ll be seeing you around. Let me know if there’s any issues.”

After the Vice President departs, Namjoon is left alone with the man. He’s almost caught up in a daze from the chain of events, but then Seokjin blinks naively in his direction and it finally dawns on him that instead of lingering around the fact that he needs to train a Superior’s son, he should just cut straight to it.

Snapping out of his astray thoughts, he begins to walk into the workplace. “Please follow me.”

Seokjin obliges and Namjoon takes him to his cubicle that’s to the far right and next to a wide window. It’s a tad bit messy, and he’s completely flustered.

“U-Uh sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be here otherwise I would have cleaned up more and–“

“How many plants do you have?”

He freezes, thrown off from the question.

After a moment, he attempts to think logically and keenly eyes the greenery, counting the number that are littering his desk.

“Uh, about six.”

“Are you sure?” Seokjin’s brows are raised as he glances around in disbelief, “Dude, you have a whole jungle in here!”

Namjoon stares wistfully at his plants, not quite realizing the abundance. He found that employees at nearby cubicles always kept things important to them, like pictures of family and friends, which is understandable. But for him, having some plants around to tend to was calming for the most part.

But he can also understand the reaction the leafy sight would cause.

“I suppose you’re right…” He murmurs thoughtfully. Seokjin lets out a sigh, plopping onto a nearby chair and stretching his arms out behind his back, lazily leaning his head against them.

“So what are you going to teach me? How to file stuff? How to use a basic computer?” He springs up in his chair and Namjoon jolts. “Ooh, I heard there was going to be a party for someone’s birthday on the third floor!”

“Ah, yes. I think Hyunwoo is turning thirty-five this week.” Namjoon contemplates, wondering if the suggestion was even appropriate. “I guess we can go… but later on in the evening, after we’re done work.”

Seokjin is inspecting one of his plants, staring at the fuzz on one of the branches. “Sounds like a plan.”

Namjoon blinks wide-eyed, caught completely off guard with the individual before him. He seemed so reserved and well-mannered when they were introduced in front of the Vice President, but it’s like within that time span he went through a complete switch.

It’s actually quite refreshing to see in the office, Namjoon has to admit.

“The Vice President asked me to show you around.” He sits down in his chair, “Remember to stay with me so you don’t get lost somewhere.”

“Don’t worry…” He turns at the sound of Seokjin’s snicker, only to see the man holding up one of his plants. “I promise not to leaf!”

Namjoon has an expression akin to a deer in headlights as Seokjin cracks up, squeaking laughs slipping from one. At the sight of Namjoon’s face, he waves his head.

“It’s okay, I was just pollening your leg.” His shoulder’s shake with his laughter this time and Namjoon could have sworn he heard him whisper something similar to ‘Man, I’m hilarious’.

Yet strangely enough, despite the chain of horrendous jokes, Namjoon can find the corner of his lip lifting.

***

“This is the printer room, and over here is where we can photocopy as well–“

Namjoon gyrates, pointing out said things in the room. Seokjin follows him around curiously, hands stuffed in his pockets.

“There’s a printer. Some photocopy machine.” Seokjin hums, “Got it.”

Namjoon raises a brow, “Did you though?”

“It’s a printer!” Seokjin scoffs, pressing one of the buttons, “How hard can it be?”

The machine lights up and whirrs, whisking away one of the sheets and printing a set of numbers onto it. Seokjin’s eyes widen, and without another second to spare, another sheet prints and comes shooting out.

He stares at Namjoon in horror. “What did I just do?!”

“It was set to photocopy and you pressed print.” He takes the paper that was ejected. “Thankfully, I just needed two more copies of this.”

Seokjin hesitantly nods and Namjoon turns off the machine after a couple of minutes, grabbing the remaining sheets.

He smiles and gestures to the door, “Come on.”

Seokjin follows behind him, and he heads back to his cubicle. It’s been a handful of days since he was initially introduced to the young man, quickly learning that he was quite literally the definition of appearance versus reality.

He stops at his desk, “I want you to start creating reports on the monitor. It should be simpler with all the training you’ve had.”

Seokjin hums and plops down onto the chair, typing in on the keyboard. Namjoon organizes the papers in his hands, glancing over every so often.

After a moment passes, Seokjin exhales. “This is kind of boring.”

“It’s a little redundant.” Namjoon understandingly remarks with a wince, turning back to his file. “But it shouldn’t be too tough. Remember to just try your best and focus where you can.”

Although there’s a crease in between his brows, Seokjin hums again. He attempts to work on the computer, but the numbers run right past him, and he can’t seem to grasp onto what he was typing despite Namjoon’s constant reassurance.

He whirls around, “Hey, is it time for a break?”

“But we just got started ten minutes ago.” Namjoon mentions. “Keep going, you can definitely do this.”

“Right…” Seokjin mumbles, letting out a sigh. He straightens up his back, narrowing his eyes onto the screen.

Namjoon is almost done with his task, moving over to look over the latter’s work. But that’s when–

“Namjoon!”

A co-worker of his rushes forward. “I think I’m missing some numbers for my report. Do you mind just looking it over?”

“Oh– of course!” He spins around, noticing Seokjin still focusing on his monitor. “Just give me one minute–“

“Seokjin!” The man’s head upturns and Namjoon jogs over. “I’ll be gone for about ten minutes. Do you think you’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Seokjin mutters, “I’ve got this…sort of.”

“Good.” Namjoon encouragely nods, “Just keep at it!”

With that, he departs. Seokjin attempts to take his advice to work, filling in the various computations before him. It’s only until he finally finishes one that he glances at the clock behind him, realizing it took him a solid fifteen minutes to do.

He lets out an exasperated exhale, the work in front of him giving him not but a sincere headache. Darting his eyes back and forth, he realizes there’s barely anyone in sight, save for a couple of workers far from his cubicle and a group returning back with coffees in their hands.

The lingering thought echoes in his mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad, right? Just a quick break, and he’ll be back to work in no time.

A small smile quirks on his lips and the computer before him is turned off.

Namjoon is in a complete frenzy.

The work his associate needed ended up being much longer than he would have anticipated, but luckily he managed to finish it within twenty minutes. Upon checking the time, he had raced back to his cubicle, only to discover that it was empty.

He initially assumed it was just a bathroom break, but after realizing the computer had been shut off, he has an inkling of what could have possibly transpired.

He races around the office, asking coworkers if they had potentially seen the man who was with him anywhere. All he gets are shakes of head and shrugs of shoulders, not until he bumps into a certain someone.

“Woah, woah, slow down there!” The man approaches him, a charming glint to his eyes. “Can I help you in any way?”

Namjoon speaks in a ramble, his breath quickening. “Yes, you can! I’ve been training Vice President Kim’s son, Seokjin, and I think he might have disappeared somehow.”

“Really?” He blinks, “Well, that’s no good.”

“I know, he doesn’t seem to be too interested in the office much and I can get that, but it’s just take time and–“

“Namjoon, slow down.” The man chuckles, placing a hand on his shoulder with a warm smile. “Seokjin’s probably somewhere around here. He would have just needed a break from all this.”

“Right…” A lightbulb goes off in his head, and he narrows his eyes, “And who are you?”

He fondly smiles, “I’m Seokjin’s older brother.”

“WHA-?” At hearing his own loud tone, he pipes down. “I-I can’t believe y-you’re–“

“Don’t worry about it.” He waves it off, “I’m pretty sure he’ll be back, so you can relax.”

“I’ll try.” Namjoon chuckles underneath his breath, “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem.” He begins stepping back and it’s only now Namjoon notices the file in his hands, perhaps something he was transporting. “It was nice meeting you, Namjoon!”

He weakly waves back with a sheepish smile, letting out an exhale of relief. First, the Vice President, then Seokjin and now Seokjin’s older brother. He wonders who’s going to appear next.

“Namjoon?”

Eyes widening, he whips his head around only to see Seokjin standing with two cups of coffee in his hands. At his surprise, he cheekily smiles and raises them.

Namjoon lets out a deep exhale.

***

His arms are crossed as he leans against the desk.

“You can’t do that again.”

“I know.” Seokjin wistfully says, turning on the monitor before him. “It just gets so boring here. That, plus the work is so mundane.”

“Then why did you choose to come here?”

“I’m the Vice President’s son.” Seokjin remarks, turning his head to him knowingly. “Why do you think I did?”

Namjoon quiets down. “It’s not just me, either. My brother’s around here somewhere too.”

“O-Oh, I know.” He sheepishly scratches his neck, “I bumped into him.”

“You did?” His eyes sparkle with the mention, a smile curving on his lips. “What was he doing? Organizing a bunch of stuff?”

“He was carrying a file in his hands….”

“He’s working for my dad then. Makes sense.” The computer lights up, but Seokjin doesn’t move forward to type anything. “My father’s been working towards becoming the CEO and with that, sooner or later one of us will have to follow his steps.”

“You think it’s you?”

“Oh, god no.” Seokjin spins around with wide eyes, “You think I can do any of this?! It took me ten minutes today just to do one computation.”

“And you put it in the wrong section.” Namjoon points out, grimacing at Seokjin’s confounded expression. “Sorry.”

“No, no, you’re right.” He shakes his head. “Seokjung’s the one that should be here, not me.”

Namjoon watches as he intensely furrows his brows, concentrating onto the screen before him. Although he can understand the sentiment, he finds that the words are laced with a tad bit too much of doubt.

“It takes time…and a lot of practice,” Namjoon brings up. “I understand that certain things can only work once you’re passionate about them, but that doesn’t mean it’s not completely doable.”

“So you think I should eventually work here?” He genuinely ponders.

“I just think you should give yourself more credit.” He states. “Regardless of who steps into your father’s shoes, you should know that you’re both equally capable.”

A moment of silence takes over and Seokjin turns around, staring at Namjoon intently.

“I think…you’re right.” He nods, “I’ll try my best, Namjoon.”

A giant grin breaks out onto his features and he claps his hands together, shuffling over to the monitor.

“Then we can get back to work!” His eyes flicker, “But no taking random breaks anymore!”

“Oh, come on!” Seokjin protests, grabbing onto one of the cups. “I even got you a coffee.”

Namjoon frowns, “Does it have milk?”

“Two packets and a layer of whipped cream.”

He furrows his brows, reluctantly grabbing onto the cup. “Fine, but you have to ask me first before leaving!”

Seokjin raises his hand and salutes him. “Aye, aye, Captain!”

Namjoon shakes his head in amusement, sipping down on his drink with a hum.

He marches down the elongated hallway.

A wide smile lines his lips, his cheeks puffed out and eyes crinkled. There’s a couple of sheets of papers in his hands, ones that Namjoon had asked him to photocopy and print for him.

However, just as he turns around the corner and reaches out for the door knob to the room, a string of low hushes and whispers enter his ears.

“He’s so responsible and organized, Mr. Kim!” A gruff voice states. “I’m sure your son can easily earn a position here at Kim Electronics.”

His irises twinkle, and he abandons his position in the front of the printing room, opting to move closer to the source instead.

Another voice speaks out. “I have to agree with you, Mr. Choi. He’s truly a capable young man.”

He hears a low chuckle from his father on the other end. “I’m glad you’ve all been appreciating my son’s efforts.”

The smile on his features softens, and he’s included to raise his hand to gently knock on the door.

But then– “Of course! Seokjung is sure to follow in your steps!”

His lids flicker, the smile adorning him withering as quickly as it arose. More chuckles spill out from his father and his feet begin to back track.

But the following words forcibly anchor him back.

“I have to be honest though, Mr. Kim.” Another man brings up. “Your second son doesn’t seem as qualified as the older one.”

He harshly swallows, pressing his ear closer to the wood.

“He needs some time. Everyone does.” His father softly says. “It will only be a matter of time until Seokjin improves, I’m sure of it.”

“Whatever you say, Sir.”

He stands there for a couple of minutes, conversations about the company and numbers resurfacing that run completely over his head. He stands there as his mind whirls, a chain of thoughts echoing.

The expectations are incredibly high. It’s obvious.

But his dad is right. It takes time.

And there shouldn’t be a problem in trying to fulfill them.

Right?

The broad room is deafeningly silent, not a single word spoken. There are a set of five eyes glued to his form, one of them resembling his own.

“Mr. Kim.” One of the men steps up, nearing his father’s age. He plasters on a smile, eyes crinkling. “You’ve been here for a couple of months through an internship.”

He solemnly nods, already aware of the fact. “The question that arises now is if you will continue to stay with this company.”

He hums.

“Going based on your work….” The man glances in his father’s direction with a remorseful smile.

He snaps his gaze back to Seokjin. “I’m afraid you will not be granted a position. Your work is lacking in several places and you haven’t completely grasped any of the company’s logistics.” He winces. “I’m very sorry.”

The words cut deep, like daggers sinking into his skin. Yet all he can do is simply smile in return, as strained as it is.

“I understand.”

He stands up to pack up his belongings, not failing to miss the look of disappointment that crosses his father’s face. However, one of the men lean over to another, a whisper echoing that seemingly haunts him as he leaves.

“It’s such a shame he doesn’t share the same capabilities as the older one.”

The door shuts on his way out and Namjoon’s eyes light up, scrambling out of a nearby chair in an instant.

“How did it go?” He quickly asks, only to be rendered utterly speechless from the distressed expression he holds.

All he can really do is offer his past mentor a stiff smile, walking away at a quickened pace.

***

Will he ever get a chance like this again?

Of course not.

Will he ever fit in here?

Definitely not.

Will he.…ever be enough?

He stuffs his belongings into a bag, barely paying mind that Namjoon’s plants are nearby as the zipper is tightly pulled. He hitches it onto his shoulder, collecting his coffee in his hand and strutting towards the door.

He’s tired – tired of meeting his father’s businessman and watching the way they brag about their kids with no end. He’s tired of never meeting the expectations, always falling short somehow.

He’s just so tired.

And he knows already. He knows that he doesn’t fit into the workplace. He knows that he won’t ever come back here and heck even if he does, he’ll probably have to be dragged back.

A sigh slips his lips, and he plants a hand against his forehead, pressing against his temples.

“Woah!”

He falters at the person that knocks straight at him. Quickly balancing the cup in his hands, he steadies himself and reaches out to balance them.

“I’m so sorry, are you alright?” His eyes downturn. “I should have been paying attention…”

“It’s okay, I’m fine!” The man says, dressed in similar attire to him. He presumes that he works nearby in one of the departments.

However, the man’s features scrunch and he stares at Seokjin with squinting eyes.

“Say….aren’t you the Vice President’s son?”

Brief surprise spreads over him, but it’s soon replaced with a forced smile with a nod.

“Wow, this is incredible!” He says astounded, “I never knew Mr. Kim’s son was so handsome!”

Seokjin’s forehead creases as his brows knit together, head snapping up.

“I’m sorry…what did you just say?”

“That you’re handsome!” He grins, giving him a thumbs up. “Very good looking, if I do may say.”

Seokjin stares at the man confounded, a small spark gleaming in his eyes.

“I have to get going now, but it was great meeting you!” He says and Seokjin blinks, breaking his daze. The man departs with a smile and a wave, something that he can barely return.

Walking down the hall, he catches a reflection of himself through glass in a meeting room.

He’s never really thought much of his features before, but there is a certain softness yet sharpness to them. They’re physical qualities he would imagine an actor perhaps would have, someone who would have the natural confidence to exclude them.

His eyes widen and a giant smile tugs on his lips.

“Hello?”

The man lid’s are squeezed shut.

“Hello?” He reaches over and shakes his shoulder, “Hello!! Mr. Soon-To-Be Ceo!!”

Seokjin’s eyes snap open and he bolts upright in his chair, nearly giving Taehyung a heart attack. He glances around, wondering how on earth he ended up in an office.

“Finally!” His gaze falls on Taehyung, who plants his hands on his hips. “Do you know how long it took to wake you?!”

“What....?” Seokjin mumbles, rubbing his sore eyes.

“Why are you here anyways?” Taehyung points out, “You’re supposed to be in the Sales and Finance Department.”

“I’m pretty sure he came to see me.”

Taehyung turns at the sound of another voice, seeing the CFO of the company standing at the door. He straightens up his back, words coated with honey.

“Of course! Please continue!” He quickly turns, heading towards the door.

He departs, leaving the two of them in the room alone.

Seokjin lets out a yawn and Namjoon raises a brow, placing a file on his desk.

“I never took you for being one to sleep in the office.”

“It’s the jet lag.” He mumbles.

“You came back three days ago.” Namjoon ponders, sitting down on a chair. “And that flight wasn’t even that long.”

He waves it off. “I haven’t been sleeping too well.”

“You know…I heard from someone that the CEO made an appearance at the product launch event.”

Seokjin snaps his head around. “You were there?”

Namjoon hums and turns to him. “They made it known to the public, didn’t they?”

“Yep…” Seokjin sighs, “I knew it was coming but now it’s official…”

Namjoon nods understandably. “It’s become even more daunting.”

Seokjin hums, “Your training has been coming along well, no?”

“Y/N said I’ve been improving.” He chuckles, “She also believes I can take up the position.”

Namjoon smiles. “She’s not alone on that.”

He places a pondering finger under his chin, “If you’re already improving with her training, it seems like her methods must be a lot better than my own.”

“Hey, you were a pretty good mentor too.” Seokjin protests. “To this day, I’m careful around printers!”

Namjoon laughs whole-heartedly, eyes crinkling as Seokjin smiles.

A knock resonates through the room.

“Come in.” Namjoon announces.

You push against the door, smiling in his direction and lightly wave. “Hi, Namjoon.”

He waves back and you lean against the wood, directing your gaze on Seokjin with crossed arms.

“Taehyung tells me you fell asleep?”

Seokjin scoffs, “For like five minutes!” He glances at the man to his left, “Right, Namjoon?”

He stumbles for words. “U-Uh I-I…”

“Just take naps during your break time.” You protest, “When you’re working, you’re with me and getting stuff done. Not diddly-dandling in other places.”

Namjoon widens his eyes at the tone you use, flickering his eyes over at Seokjin. “I wasn’t diddly-dandling, I just wanted to say hi to someone and fell asleep by accident!”

You narrow your eyes suspiciously. “Uh-huh.”

Seokjin stands up, “Look, I’m not trying to break the terms of our negotiation. It was just an accident.”

You stare at him for one moment longer before humming. “Fine – but don’t make me come searching for you again.”

Seokjin laughs at the accusatory finger you point in his direction and you smile, shaking your head.

You turn your attention to Namjoon. “Sorry, you had to see that.”

“No, no, please.” Namjoon chuckles, a bit taken aback. “If I only had as much strength as you did with his mentoring.”

Your mouth falls agape. “You were Seokjin’s mentor?”

“It was a long time ago.” Seokjin states, ushering you out. “Now come on, let’s get back to that work you’re so desperate to get done.”

“I’m not desperate!”

“Says the person that was offended by me taking a five-minute nap.”

“Five minutes is a lot of time, okay? You can do full on negotiations during that time.”

“Psh, very funny.”

Namjoon fondly smiles as he resumes his work, your mixed voices pitching through the office door long after it’s closed shut.

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It had been a long day, a long week, a long month. Trying to reign in separatist activity in the Outer Rim was an unwinnable battle. As soon as they established a foot hold or got in on decent terms with a government, something else would happen and send them back to square one. Obi-Wan might have been a skilled negotiator, but he was no politician. There were times that Anakin believed Bail Organa might have been a better option to send to the front line. He wasn't foolish enough to wish his wife might play the part - no, the farther she was away from the fighting, the better. Being a senator was dangerous in it's own way and he couldn't even be there on Coruscant to monitor her and make sure no one dared make an attempt to harm her. He simply had to trust that she, and her security detail, could handle it.

Anakin did find, however, that the ever growing spans of time that kept them apart, were beginning to effect his mood. He was grumpy. He wanted to be home, which was where ever Padme was, and he knew Obi-Wan felt the same. Surely, the difficulty was part of the reason he wasn't supposed to have married someone to begin with; without meaning to, he often found it distracted from his focus. If it was hard for Anakin, a man of twenty years, he could not imagine how Hera was feeling about the whole thing. Raised by the Jedi from birth, however, Hera probably didn't yearn for any other life, because she had never known it. And if she did, she was hiding it exceptionally well. He was proud to say that she was very skilled for her age, in both flying and combat.

It did not occur to him that she was a child who should have been off concerning herself with boys and the latest fashions - they were Jedi and the galaxy needed them. She was trained, and supervised, and more capable than anyone except perhaps Anakin and Obi-Wan gave her credit for. Besides, what had he been doing at her age? This particular skirmish was over now, leaving the bodies of droids strewn about the battlefield, though no clones had been lost, and so it was considered a win, even if they hadn't gained ground. As Obi-Wan had reminded him when they'd connected earlier over coms, they hadn't lost any either. There had been little time to chat, but now the enemy had retreated, and they could retire to their forward camp, where the wounded and tired were tended to.

Anakin headed back to their sleeping quarters, set a little ways a way from the rest of the 501st, and began to strip off the outer layers of his robes. Once he was relieved of the heavy layer, he sat down heavily and began the daily task of inspecting his mechano arm for any damage. He tinkered for a few moments, before he looked up and saw Hera approaching. "You did good today," he said mildly, offering her a smile. "Yoda's teaching is really paying off."

clone wars starter for @oflightsbeam

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Stars Too Far

CHAPTER 4 - Your Air Hurts My Skin

Pairing: Mandalorian X Fem Reader

The Mandalorian crashes his ship on a little known planet on the outer rim that is uninhabited... well... almost. Except for you, a feral woman who has been on her own most of her life and is doing everything in her power to get off the deadly planet.

MINORS DNI - Explicit content. Smut. Fluff. Violence.

A/N - I had a day off and promised I would go outside today. I. Did. Not. I wrote and listened to music intertwined with playing with my dog and attempted to feed myself healthy food like an adult. So I hope you enjoy the next chapter as I shamefully order shitty Panago Pizza and tell myself, "Welp, maybe I'll be a healthy, exercising, normal person tomorrow." (Shakes 8 ball) "Hm... 'outlook not so good'" Welp! That's all the reassurance I need to continue being a hermit! Also, I hid a little "The Last Of Us" Easter Egg in there for all you Pedro fans!

You sat in the co-pilot’s chair next to Din as he captained the ship. You couldn’t stop the anxious rush of relief and nervousness as you put your deadly home planet behind you and forged forth into the universe of the unknown. Needing to channel your pent up energy into something you pulled at a long thread of your tattered clothes then knotted it up between your hands and began playing Cat’s Cradle.

“We need to get you some new clothes.” Din says noting the dilapidated state of your attire.

“You mean, swamp rat fashion isn’t turning you on?” you smile. Din punches in new coordinates into his console. “Where are we headed?” You question.

“I know a place with a good market, and friends, and somewhere we can get a bounty puck. Since my last bounty, obviously, didn’t pay off I need to get some credits. We’re going to Tatooine.”

“Never heard of it.” You say dismissively as you inspect your fingers tangled in the thread.

“You’ve never heard of anywhere.” Din corrects you.

“Touche.”

“We’re about to go into hyperspace.”

“Into what?” You cock your head, dropping the thread. Din suddenly realizes that you have never been on a functional ship or experienced space travel. Things that seem like everyday experiences will be brand new to you, like a newborn experiencing the world for the first time.

“Hang on.” He says as he pulls some levers and pushes a button. The ship lurches forward and the stars outside the windscreen blur into bright blue hues and race by the ship. You grasp the arm rests of the ship, startled as the ship kicks into high gear and takes off like a whip. As the Razor Crest steadies it’s self into flying smoothly in hyperspace Din turns and looks at you as your breath hitches in your throat and you slowly stand up with your jaw dropped and wide-eyed as you stare at the blur of universe sailing by out the window. Slowly, you walk to the windshield and touch it with your hand as if to feel the stars. He stands up and moves next to you, realizing the beauty of space again as if for the first time.

“It’s… beautiful. Like fireworks running away from us.”

Din snakes his arm around your waist. “It is beautiful,” he whispers staring squarely into your face.

“Don’t you have to drive the ship while we’re going this fast?” You question as you put your arms around him.

“No. It’s automated to navigate to the location. I usually sleep while traveling long distances in hyper-space.”

“Why do I get the feeling you don’t want to sleep?” you tease with a small smirk on your face.

Din grabs you tightly and pushes you back against a control panel. Some emergency lights suddenly begin to flash from your body pushing some buttons.

“Dank Ferrik!” You jump back up and look around with your hands out defensively, but not actually knowing how to fix the issue. Din reaches around you and pushes a button just past your body and the emergency warnings stop.

“You think you can fly my ship?” He growls, his voice dripping with lust.

“How hard could it be?” you cock an eyebrow at him cheekily.

Din lets out a grunt and exhales,

“Bad girl…”

Din grasps your ass and lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist with your arms snaked around his neck. You happily squeal as he sits down in the pilot's seat with you in his lap. You stare at him lustfully, both of you breathing heavily. All of the sudden you reach back to try and push a button on the console but Din’s strong hand grasps your arm and wrenches you back around to look at him.

“Looks like someone needs to learn a lesson.” He said as his hand trailed down to the top of your pants and slowly slipped under your underwear. You gasp as his gloved hand slowly circles your clit.

“Who’s gonna teach me that? You?” you stammer as your pleasure climbs through your body.

Din grabs your hips and effortlessly flips you around in his lap so your ass is in the air. He yanks down your pants revealing your bare skin to the cool air of the ship. With one hand still slowly circling your clit he leans down and whispers next to your ear.

“I know you like that.”

You bite your lip and swivel your hips trying to suppress your hot yearning. You don’t want him to win.

“Tell me you love how I touch you.” He growls into your ear.

You peer back at him with slim eyes, taunting, “Do something I like and maybe I’ll say it.”

He straightens up, with a small smile you can’t see under his helmet. He rubs a small hot circle on your bare ass with his palm then raises his hand in the air. It comes crashing down with a loud slap and you jerk forward over his knee. Your eyes close in pleasure and mouth drops open but you stifle your moan into silence, not letting him get the satisfaction.

“Bad girl…” Din lowers his head and rasps quietly into your ear. He watches as you slowly move your hand back to the console to push another button. He speeds up the circles he’s drawing on your clit and you arch your back and moan out loud. Din whispers to you, eyeing your outstretched hand towards the console, “I dare you to try…” Slowly you turn your head to him and smile slyly. Your hand touches one of the buttons. He grasps your arm and with the other spanks you hard three times consecutively. You’re screaming out in pleasure, pussy dripping onto his lap.

“I want you…” You push up and grasp around his neck and straddling him. Your hips buck against him but you are confused when he doesn’t respond back.

“No.” He says simply then flips you over in the chair, kneels on the ground in front of you and spreads your legs.

“Wh-What?” You stammer. His gloved hand continues to furiously rub your clit and your body writhes back and begins rocking with waves of ecstasy, “Oh Din… That’s so good… I need you in me…”

“WIll you be a good girl from now on?” He asks. You shake your head frantically, grasping the back of the pilots chair and bucking your hips as he fingers your clit. He slowly slides two fingers into you and you sigh with relief that you’re finally being filled as you thrust against his hand. “That’s a good girl…” Din purrs as he starts moving his fingers faster and faster bringing you higher and higher towards your orgasm.

“I’ll be good from now on!” you yell.

“That’s what I wanted to hear.” Din states as he pulls his hard cock out and pulls you on top of him in the seat. He bounces you wildly as his cock throbs in your pussy. His hands clench your skin and he lifts his head to the sky as he chases his orgasm.

No longer able to hold back, you cum wildly on his cock. The feeling of your pussy fluttering with your orgasm spikes him into his own. He pulls you tight against him and pushes as far as he can into you until he can’t even thrust anymore and releases his load moaning your name over and over.

You collapse into each other breathing heavily until you raise your sweat glistened face and look at Din’s helmet reflecting the bright blues of hyperspace whizzing by out the window. He traces the lines of your collar bone and neck with his gloved hand and you watch as his helmet tilts left and right as he takes in all of the curves of your skin. His touch is now gentle and docile. He moves to get up and smoothly pushes you to your feet. He stares at your naked body and his hands trace your silhouette. He takes a step back and begins pulling off his armor, then his flight suit. As he stands in his boxers and helmet he holds out his hand to you. You take it and he leads you to bed for some much deserved rest.

The two of you cuddle up in the makeshift bed of blankets and pillows he made for you on the floor of the hull.

“We’ll be at Tatooine in the morning.” He says to you, as you nuzzle against his bare chest.

“Okay…” You say tiredly with your eyes closed. He pulls the blanket up around the both of you, embraces you close and you both gently fall into slumber.

………..

The ship shifts out of hyperspace and you stir from your rest. Sleepily, you pull your tattered tunic and pants on then fumble with your boots. You make your way to the cockpit to see Din at the controls, bringing the ship down towards a large orange planet. Din shifts his head up to look at you while he guides the ship into the planet.

“We’re going to land in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” You chirp, excited to experience another planet.

“I should warn you. It’s much hotter down there than your home planet. You may not be used to it.”

You shrug nonchalantly, “Are there monsters covered in eyes and teeth that will kill me?”

“No. But we are landing at a surly mechanics home and she can be… abrasive.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.” you say confidently.

Din nods once looking at you and still unsure if you’re ready for this exposure.

Three small droids with wobbly heads and skinny arms flag the Razor Crest in to a landing. Sand clouds up around the ship as it gently sinks onto the ground. A woman with wild, curly hair and a dusty mechanics jumpsuit walks confidently up to the ship waving her hand happily with a wide grin. The hull bay ramp lowers and Din strolls down to meet the Mechanic. You lack the courage of your previous conviction as you clutch the doorframe of the hull ramp and peek out at the wild haired woman and her chaotic droids.

“Mando!” She exclaims, “Good to see ya, buddy!” Din nods his hello and walks up to her, “So where is this passenger of yours?” She swivels her head and looks around to find you. Din looks back over his shoulder to see you suspiciously peering out from behind the doorframe of the hull ramp.

“She’s… uh… shy. She’s never been off her home planet before.” He motions with his hand for you to come down and you step out onto the top of the ramp and cautiously begin descending towards them.

“Skinny little thing, aint she?” The mechanic says eyeing you up.

Din puts an arm around you to guide you forward and shake hands with the woman.

“This is Peli… a good friend of mine.”

Peli sticks her hand proudly out to you and you question it at first but then slide your hand meekly into hers as you look around your surroundings. Her mechanic shop reminds you of home with random dusty ship parts scattered around. There are a few ships in various states of repair parked around the lot.

“Your air hurts my skin.” You say wrinkling your nose in discomfort at the heat and loosely shaking Peli’s hand without making eye contact and peering around your new, suspicious, surroundings.

“Yeeeeah…” Peli trails off side-eyeing Din slightly confused, “The desert will do that.”

One of her droids approaches and looks up at you with some questioning beeps.

“What’s that?!?” You excitedly exclaim as you rush over to it and pick it up. As you are distracted with inspecting the droid wiggling in your grasp as it tries to escape, Peli leads Din aside.

“Hey, so… Is she okay? She looks like she crawled out of a tomb.” Peli comments on your lack of socialization and general appearance.

“She’s never been off her planet and was the only human on it so she’s not very… " Din pauses to find the words, "accustomed… to society.” Din chooses his words carefully so as to not dissuade Peli from interacting with you.

“Poor thing…” Peli trails off looking at you with pitty as you rigorously shake her droid upside down by its legs, curiously.

“I need to get in contact with some people. I need a bounty - a big payout one. So I need to contact someone for some help with it. While I do that, can you take her to get some… uh… more appropriate clothing?”

“Girls day?” Peli asks excitedly, “Of course! I’d love to!” She opens her arms then claps them together and rubs them excitedly. “But you know, a woman’s touch for things like this will cost you extra.” She tilts her head and smiles slyly.

“Of course.” Din hands her a small bag of credits. “And tune up the ship while your at it. All the credits you will need for the clothes, ship and your services are in there.”

“Well..” Peli licks her lips as she opens the bag, “I’ll be the judge of that!”

She walks towards you stretching out her arms happily.

“Hey! Guess who’s gonna have a spa day with me?” She calls to you.

“What’s a spa?” you question back to her dropping the droid who frantically scurries off.

“Oh honey,” Peli says to you, “You have to find better taste in men if he hasn’t treated you to a spa…” She looks back over her shoulder and eyes Din.

Din crosses his arms as Peli harshly plants her arm around your shoulders and begins walking you out of the premises and towards the market.

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tmt-sketch-a-day · 1 year

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Sketch a Day 2538- Bat Dad- 12/6/22

Redraw: https://tmblr.co/ZiVmYs1k034T9

M- Heeeey there little monster, I’m gonna -raspberry- your cheek meat.

-insert giggles-

I can’t remember why any more, but a long time ago I came up with an idea of fan babies for Fionna and the main three guys.

There is:

Storm, a female version of Stormo, who was released from her battle with Goliad and took a more human form. She’s about 75% Fionna’s copy. Storm lives with Fionna and Marshal

https://tmblr.co/ZiVmYsdalxX5ue00

https://tmblr.co/ZiVmYsdaV9nA8e00

https://tmblr.co/ZiVmYsdUg48fyi00

Damian was born the old fashion way.

#sketch a day #2538 #marshall lee #adventure time #fan art #cartoon #fan baby #fiolee #vampire king #tmt

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 4 months

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No More Blind Dates

As promised, here is my second fic contribution for the @topwan-obikin fest! I hope you enjoy it, you can also find it HERE on AO3. Fandom: Star Wars Rating: General Pairing: Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary: Padmé sets Anakin up on a blind date... again, and despite his annoyance he goes and of course he gets stood up, let alone waiting at the movie theatre looking like a lost puppy. Thankfully someone else finds him.

*** MY WORK IS NOT TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER SITE WITHOUT MY EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION. THOUGH REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE SUPER LOVED AND APPRECIATED! THANKS FAM!***

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"I'm setting you up on a blind date."

Anakin looked up from his book, lounged back on the couch, confused. "What?"

"I'm setting you up on a date," Padmé repeated, "and no, you don't get a choice."

She turned and walked into Anakin's kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge. Anakin slammed his book closed and chased after her.

"No! No, we talked about this after the last time," he said, standing beside her while she crafted a sandwich, "every blind date you have ever set me up on has been an absolute bust. The last guy you set me up with was from some random planet in the outer rim and he was an absolute asshole. I'm done with blind dates Padmé I'll either find someone the old fashioned way or die alone."

She scoffed at him and rolled her eyes. "Don't be so dramatic. And I know that in the past my match making abilities haven't exactly been up to par, but this time I am confident that you two are going to hit it off perfectly."

"Well it doesn't matter, because I'm not going." He grabbed up his book off the counter and turned back toward the living room, but stopped when she called after him.

"Remember when I said you didn't have a choice?" His shoulders tensed but he didn't turn, he already knew what was coming and he wasn’t pleased. "I already arranged the date with him. Show up at the movie theater downtown at five, your movie starts at five-thirty and I already booked the tickets, they're in your email. He'll meet you in front of the concession stand, so just sit at one of the tables there and he'll find you. And after that I made a reservation for you two at Lamara's for around eight, the reservation is under Skywalker. But if the movie runs late I know the owner and already told him there was a chance you might not show up on time, so he said he'll hold the table for you until nine."

"Padmé this is crazy! You can't just set me up on a date and make all these plans without telling me." He turned to face her, face red and flustered, a bit angry. "Just call him and cancel, and I'll pay you back for the tickets"

"I can't, there's not enough time to cancel." Anakin breathed a heavy sigh and closed his eyes. "The date’s today, in two hours actually,” she glanced down at her watch, “so you should go shower and get ready because he'll be waiting for you at the theater.”

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He was ready and out the door of his apartment within an hour, with Padmé rushing him out the door and reminding him to sit near the concession stand. Within fifteen minutes of that he was in the designated meeting area and waiting, nervously, for this mystery man to show up. And he realized that's exactly what he was, a complete mystery. Padmé had only given him instructions on where to meet him, but she hadn't told him anything about this guy. He had no clue what he looked like, what he'd be wearing so Anakin could pick him out of the crowds, he didn't even know his name. But Anakin still sat there and waited. In fact, he waited for half an hour and no one had even so much as glanced over at him.

“Padmé,” he sighed into the phone, glad she'd picked up after only a few rings, “this guy still hasn't shown up yet and I've been sitting here for almost an hour now. What does he even look like? Maybe he's sitting here and I don't even know it. Better yet, what's his name?”

“Just trust me Anakin, he will find you, just stay sitting right where you are.”

“Or he's not showing up at all, maybe he chickened out.” He scanned the lobby of the theater again, still not seeing anyone who was looking as lost as he was.

“He'll be there, I promise.”

“He better be. And by the way, if this doesn't work out as spectacularly as you think it's going to, then no more blind dates.” He heard her chuckle on the other end of the phone and mutter something along the lines of, ‘there won't need to be’, before he hung up the phone.

Anakin sat and continued to wait and still found himself alone, even long after the time Padmé said his mystery man was supposed to meet him. He sat at the table until almost quarter to six, the movie had already started, and Anakin was ready to throw in the towel. Obviously mystery man wasn't coming and Anakin couldn't blame him. He hated blind dates. Who in their right mind wanted to willingly spend a night with someone they had never met before? He certainly didn't, so he couldn't exactly blame this guy for not showing up.

He snatched his phone from the table and jammed it back in his pocket. Next time Padmé insisted on setting him up, he was putting his foot down.

He was just about to stand up when two bags of popcorn and a tray of drinks were set on the table in front of him. Anakin looked up, confused, and just tilted his head at the man standing in front of him.

“I don't think you're the person I’m supposed to be waiting for.” Anakin looked the man over. He was dressed in a more formal looking version of the uniforms the theater employees wore, his hair was longer, just touching the tops of his shoulders and brushed back away from his face, beard neatly trimmed. He was handsome, very handsome and certainly Anakin's type. He wished he was the mystery man he was waiting for, but based on the uniform he was wearing he was clearly there for work. Anakin's next curiosity was why he was bringing him popcorn and drinks.

“No,” the man chuckled, “no, unfortunately I am not.” If Anakin wasn't already taken by the man's looks, his voice had him completely gone. “I just couldn't stand to see you sitting here alone and miserable for a moment longer. I'm assuming you were stood up?”

“Yeah,” Anakin sighed and slumped down further in his chair, “it was a blind date and obviously the guy didn't feel like showing up. I feel like such an idiot.”

“If you ask me, the only idiot is the guy who stood you up.” Anakin perked up at that and he found it hard to hide the blush creeping up his cheeks. “But clearly his loss will be my gain. I’m Obi-Wan by the way, Obi-Wan Kenobi.”

“Anakin Skywalker,” he answered as he reached out and took Obi-Wan’s outstretched hand.

“Well, Anakin, it would be my honour to escort you on a proper date, if you'll have me?” All Anakin could manage in his dumbstruck state was a slight nod of his head. “What movie were you supposed to be seeing?”

“Uh…” He quickly pulled out his phone and searched for the tickets in his email. “A movie called ‘Chasing Shadows’.”

Obi-Wan nodded his head. “Our newest romance film, perfectly appropriate for a first date.”

“Except it started thirty minutes ago.”

“And that is where my job comes in very handy, dear one.” Anakin flushed a deeper shade at the easy use of the endearment. “As manager of the theater I have access to the private rooms in the back that are only meant for special viewings.”

Anakin sat a little straighter in his chair, leaning forward a bit toward Obi-Wan. “Really?”

“Yes, now come.” He held out his hand to Anakin who took it and let Obi-Wan lift him from the chair. “I will show you the way, one of my employees is already there waiting for my word on which film to play on the projector.”

Anakin took the popcorn bag and drink that Obi-Wan offered him and followed the man through the theater and down a back hallway. Obi-Wan unlocked a door and let Anakin into a room with a few short rows of chairs and a fair sized screen. Anakin sat in the middle row while Obi-Wan spoke off to the side with the theater employee who was going to start the movie for them, and once they were finished Obi-Wan joined him and the movie started not long after.

Normally Anakin wasn't one for cheesy romance movies, but he had to admit this one wasn't half bad, and probably made better since he actually had some decent company this time. Since it was just the two of them in the small viewing room they were able to talk, comment on the movie and laugh as loud as they wanted. Halfway through the movie when they had both already devoured their popcorn and the movie was just starting to get into the heated parts of the romance, Anakin took a chance to glance over at the man beside him. He’d taken off his blazer and unbuttoned the top few buttons on his dress shirt, revealing a patch of auburn chest hair that Anakin was itching to run his fingers through, and the tight fit of the dress shirt left nothing to Anakin's imagination. He could see the outline of trimmed abs beneath, broad shoulders that Anakin wished he could be wrapped in. Obi-Wan honestly made him forget he was actually supposed to be meeting someone else.

He brought his eyes back to the screen as the couple in the film came together for their first kiss. It gave him butterflies while he watched the scene so close to Obi-Wan, something he'd certainly never felt on any of the past blind dates Padmé had set him up on, but he decided to take a chance on the feeling. He leaned slowly to the side, first pressing his arm along Obi-Wan’s and testing the waters. When he didn't pull away, Anakin shifted in his seat and pressed even closer to him, shuffling so his head was able to lay on Obi-Wan’s shoulder.

Obi-Wan chuckled fondly, a deep rumbling in his chest that had Anakin’s butterflies fluttering intensely, and lifted his arm to wrap around Anakin's shoulders and pulled him in. They watched the rest of the movie like that, with Anakin tucked into Obi-Wan’s side with his head rested on his chest, and Obi-Wan’s strong arm around him. Anakin felt comfortable and safe, in a way he'd never felt with anyone else before, and for the first time on any of his blind dates he didn't want it to end.

But it eventually did, with the final scene in the movie of course bringing to two star crossed lovers together in a happy ending. Unfortunately for Anakin it meant he would now unfortunately be leaving Obi-Wan, probably never to see him again since this was all because Anakin had been stood up. So who was to blame him if he held onto Obi-Wan a little longer as the credits rolled.

"Dear one?" Obi-Wan squeezed Anakin's shoulder with his hand and Anakin snapped up and out of Obi-Wan’s space. He probably wanted to leave, he had just finished a shift and then stayed to take Anakin on a pity date. He shouldn't have kept him like that.

"I'm so sorry!" Anakin blurted, but his eyes were averted and he missed Obi-Wan’s concerned gaze. "I’m sure you want to go home, you've been here for so long already. I shouldn't have made you stay at work because my stupid blind date didn't show up."

"There is no need to apologize, Anakin, I wanted to stay here with you and quite frankly I am very glad that I did." Anakin's mouth dropped open into a silent 'oh' as Obi-Wan continued with a gentle smile. "I was only going to ask if you were hungry, perhaps you'd like to join me for dinner?"

Anakin was shocked to say the least, he’d thought for sure he was being dismissed by Obi-Wan. "I…" He stuttered, finding it hard to force the words past the sudden onslaught of chills running through his body. "I-oh! I actually have reservations at Lamara's. It was supposed to be for the blind date I was supposed to meet, but I say we go and enjoy ourselves since he didn't show." He quickly looked down at his watch. "If we leave now we can make it."

"That sounds lovely." Obi-Wan stood and grabbed his jacket then turned and offered Anakin a hand up. He stared at Anakin for a moment and he was caught completely in Obi-Wan’s gaze, but he didn't mind one bit. Then Obi-Wan hummed, sending an all new kind of thrill through Anakin, before he tucked Anakin's arm into his own and said, "His loss has been most certainly my gain."

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They arrived just in time for the reservation Padmé set up. Their waiter led them to a fairly secluded table off to the side, set up with rose petals and candles. They ordered and their food arrived fairly quickly, and while they ate they happily chatted.

"Tell me, dear one, how did you end up sitting in the theater lobby alone?" Obi-Wan asked, the endearment had become more used as the night went on, and Anakin did not mind one bit. "Who would set you up with someone who was going to bail on you?"

"My friend, who I've known for years and has the best of intentions, doesn't always have the best taste when it comes to these kinds of things," Anakin chuckled, "and even though I wasn't exactly happy about her setting me up on this blind date, I'm kind of glad she did, and that whoever they were didn't show up."

"As am I," Obi-Wan smiled over the rim of his wine glass, "this night has gone very well. I never expected I would have met someone as wonderful as you in such a way."

"You mean because you felt bad for me."

Obi-Wan laughed along with Anakin. "I suppose that's one way to put it, dear one, but I just could not let you leave looking so incredibly sad. Your beautiful face should always be graced with a smile." Anakin smirked and this time didn't care to hide the pink in his cheeks. "The blush is cute too."

Once they finished their meals and sat for a while talking over another glass of wine, Obi-Wan waved down the waiter. "Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end, I'll get the check, dear one."

"What? No, I'll get it," Anakin said, "I invited you here, so it's my treat."

"On the contrary," Obi-Wan shook his head, already pulling out his wallet to beat Anakin to the punch, "I invited you to dinner, you merely had a reservation pre-booked."

"But I-"

"Excuse me, Sir’s?" They both turned and looked up to their waiter. "Your meal has actually already been paid for."

"By who?" Anakin asked, and they both followed the waiters gesturing hand to find a familiar face hovering by the podium at the entrance.

Obi-Wan peered over as well, confused as he asked, "What on earth is Padmé doing here?"

Anakin's head snapped back to Obi-Wan, eyes wide. "You know Padmé?!"

"Yes, we've actually been friends for years." Anakin was too stunned to even speak, and they both turned back to watch as she waved to them with a smug smile on her face, before she turned and left.

Obi-Wan was the first to break the silence that had fallen over them, and turned back to face Anakin. "My dear," he mused once he had put the pieces together, "I do believe we have been bamboozled."

Anakin finally gave in and laughed, running a hand down his face. Of course Padmé would do this, go through all these ridiculous hoops to bring him and Obi-Wan together. God, he loved her so much.

"Yeah, I think you're right. She is far too ingenious for her own good." Obi-Wan merely raised his glass in agreement. "Hey, Obi-Wan, would… would you be interested in doing this again?"

"Are you asking me on a second date, dear one?"

Anakinn nodded, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I think it went really well, and I have really enjoyed our time together. I was also thinking that next time we could go on a proper date, maybe at a place where you don't work."

He smiled at him and reached over the table to take his hand, gently running his thumb along the back of it. "I would love that." He lifted Anakin's hand and softly kissed it, then added, "thank goodness for Padmé."

"You know she's never going to let us forget that she's the one who brought us together, right."

"Oh I know, dear one, I definitly know."

Anakin had a feeling that this time Padmé was right, he wouldn't be needing anymore blind dates.

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A/N: And this is the second fic I submitted for the fest! I hope you enjoyed it, and I will be contributing more fics for the fests second deadline coming up, so if oyu would like to be tagged when those are able to be posted, please let me know and I would love to tag you <3

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