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strangeshoepatrolbandit-alt · 3 months

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Saudade.

Warnings: Being a hostage, waking up after being unconscious, swimming(in a lake), mentions of asphyxiation, mentions of mechanical limbs, mentions of being a killer.

Body Description: Hair that is usually pinned and tied back(past tense).

Part three.

Series Masterlist.

~☆~

He speaks to you when you sleep. He's been doing it since he died

It's not that he visits you from the afterlife, no, he visits you in memories that feel a little too real.

This time, you're eighteen years old, a small braid still behind your ear. You're two Padawans, swimming in a Naboo lake, laughing as he holds your waist, lifting you and throwing you further into the water.

You were clad in garments that Queen Padmé Amidala had graciously given the both of you, seeing as neither of you had swimming attire appropriate for just going out and having fun.

His hair was chopped short, and he had a matching braid behind his right ear. He had not lost his arm to Count Dooku, nor did he have his iconic scar that went from his right eyebrow down to his cheekbone.

The memory isn't tainted by the other memories you'd have later in life, you're oblivious in this dream. It's just you re-living your time as a Padawan.

Your robes and lightsabers are up on the land, under a tree. Anakin swims the small distance over to where he threw you, a big grin deepening his smile lines. Your own smile mirrored his own. The two of you were happy, not having to bend to the Jedi rules while you're out swimming in some clear water. A break.

Peace.

Tranquility.

You're jolted awake by a beeping sound, so your eyes snap open. You're back in your private chambers, no longer out on the rocky terrain of Mustafar like you last remember. Did Vader take you back himself? Did he get a stormtrooper or a Droid to retrieve you?

You sit up and pat your body, seeing if anything has been done to it. Everything is normal. You're even still in the clothes you dressed yourself in.

The beeping sound coming from your door finally stopped, only for the sound of compressed air to momentarily replace it. A stormtrooper takes a step in. You think its the same one who has been delivering your food, but it's hard to tell, considering the fact that they all look the same.

"Lord Vader has requested that you change your attire and join him in the dining room." The Stormtrooper stands straight, permanently at attention.

"Tell Lord Vader that I have no interest in his... request." That was no request from him. It was a demand.

The Stormtrooper stands still, staring. For a second, you think he is going to drag you out of the room, but he just leaves. The metal door closes behind him, locking automatically, making you sigh and flop back on your bed.

You turn your head to the side, staring at the gray sheets. Your hand reaches up, and you rub the fabric between two of your fingers. Your sheets back at the Jedi Temple were almost the exact same shade of gray. The sheets you grew up sleeping with curled up in a ball on most nights after an intense training session with your old Master.

A sense of loss fills you...

You've lost everything.

Your home, your rank, your friends, your freedom... You've lost it all.

You don't feel that for long, because a feeling of dread replaces it. He's close. You can feel the dark presence of him. He is angry. He is frustrated.

Your answer was a mistake. You should have just done what you were told.

Mechanical doors open, and the air lock breaks yet again. In all of his terrifying 6'8 glory, Darth Vader stands.

In this moment, you realize that the lenses on his helmet are red, not black like the rest of his attire. It's silly, really... noticing something so small when you could possibly die in this moment.

Would he do the signature move you hear stories of? Use the force to wrap an invisible hand around your throat, crushing your trachea, cutting off the part that makes oxygen go to your lungs, leaving you dead by asphyxiation?

"You were told to join me!" His modulated voice raises, making you blink a few times as you stare up at him with wide eyes. This is it. "Why can't you do what you are told?"

The spit that had collected under your tongue was now going down your throat thickly, making you feel like you swallowed a stone. "I do not obey your kind." You fix your posture in a second, speaking in a strong voice to try and hide whatever you feel.

Darth Vader stares back at you for a second, only the sounds of his modulated breath escaping him.

"My kind?" He speaks right before a dark and deep chuckle can be heard. "A Sith? An Emperor? The most powerful being in the galaxy? A killer? Do explain, Y/N."

You ball up your fists as you swallow again. "A tyrant. A Sith. A killer without cause. Call it what you will."

His steps were loud against the metal floor as he approached you, standing right in front of you. His large hand grabs your face with slight force, but not roughly. You've heard whispers about how he is just a machine. That his hands are just made of wires, screws, and the metal that holds it together. You don't know if you believe that because whatever he's holding you with is not as hard as metal. You can feel it under his leather gloves.

"We are one of the same." He tells you. "The sooner you see that, the sooner I can get what I want."

"We are not the same!" You yell stupidly. Who would yell at the most powerful Sith that is known for killing without remorse?

He's silent again, just staring down at you.

"Wear the wine colored dress. I'll be waiting."

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princessbrunette · 11 months

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i love your drabbles! what do you think of anakin's need to have his S/O scratch his back during sex? I imagine he'd cheekily be like "... get long stilleto nails ;) ;) ;)" when you're at the salon and later that night ask you to rake your nails down his back.

and then he's ask for you to do it HARDER.

and you'd complain like, "oh, ani, ani - i can't, i think my nail might actually break if i do it any harder..."

and he just moans that he'll buy you a new set if it does.

anakins not a bad listener.

but sometimes, he’s so distracted with his own thoughts about a mission, or drama around the temple that when you begin to ramble about your plans for the day… his mind kind of slips elsewhere. often staring off into the distance until you cup his cheek and refocus him. you don’t really mind most of the time though, you’re usually speaking your plans out loud just to use anakin as a human diary so that you don’t forget anything. however, at the mention of you going to the salon to get your nails done he perks up a little, looking you over with intrigue.

“can you get the sharp ones?” he interjects, making you trail off whatever you were saying to look at him in surprise. he didn’t know any of the terms of course, unable to differ from coffin shaped to almond if you asked him, but he knew what he did like, and why he liked them. when you don’t say anything, caught a little off guard he clarifies. “you know, the long ones? i like those ones a lot.”

you nod, a soft smile gracing your features as he stands from your couch, patting down his pockets in search of where he kept his credits. he didn’t have much money, the jedi being paid in pretty much dirt — but he liked to pay for things like your nails, which you figured was more for his self esteem, often muttering some kind of ‘what kind of man would i be if —’ line whenever you’d try and refuse him.

so you get stiletto nails from the salon upon his request, or as you like to refer to them, claws. you hadn’t gotten them done in this shape for a while, mainly because they were a bit of a nuisance — waking up having scratched yourself in the night or accidentally nicking yourself with them just trying to get dressed. they’d dull out and become more manageable after a week, but the first few days of having them they were at their sharpest.

you feel like a happy housewife running to show anakin your new nails funded by him when he arrives back through your door later that day, and he smirks in the most charming way as he takes your smaller hand, holding it up so he can get a good look. “very nice.” he praises, continuing on, but little did you know he liked it more than he was playing off, because he knew what they could do.

like clockwork, you end up on your back that evening, your own whines bouncing off the walls and exiting through the billowing curtains to your balcony. he looks like some kind of god, towering over you, ripped and smooth and it’s impossible to keep your hands off him as he grinds his dick up against your cervix making you howl.

“th’salright— you can scratch me.” he groans after you fumble out an apology for slicing his muscled back with your new nails. you’re reluctant, but figure he likes it from the way he moans when you do. his following “thats it.” spurs you on to continue, painting vibrant pink streaks down his skin that you’re sure will be visible the next morning when you wake up to him dozing in the early sun.

“ani, don’t wanna hurt you!” you whimper, clenching around him purely from the animalistic sounds he’s making, going to slide your hands away from his back. at the threat of removing your hands he all but wrestles them back into position desperately, burying his mouth into the crook of your neck so he can instruct you right in your ear. “baby please, c’mon, draw blood for me, why’d you think i like those nails so much, ‘uh?”

so you do, and he bleeds, and suddenly he’s having to slow his thrusts as to not bust right there and then before he’s given you the chance to get off. luckily for him, it doesn’t take long, because the way he moans for you, cursing and half slurring promises to pay for your next set if they break, you’re twitching around his length and mewling out through your orgasm.

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bloatedandalone04 · 4 months

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Wrapped Around Your Finger - Part 1.1

Series Masterlist | Original Fic

➪in which you pack your bags for paris, still unsure of whether or not you’ll return to london for anything other than the rest of your belongings, and anakin is forced to reach out to liz after she crosses another line.

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

WC; 3.2k | Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine ♡

Guilt had followed Anakin all week.

He talked to you for a good hour over the phone on Wednesday, and not once did he mention the fact that Liz had kissed him. He knew the longer he kept it from you, the worse it’ll be for him, but he was terrified of your reaction.

Anakin had been faithful for nearly five years straight, and the one time he’s away from you for more than a few days he lets another girl get close to him. Close enough for him to break that streak in a single night.

He knew that as soon as he told you, it could very well be over, and he never wanted to lose you, let alone because of something so out of character for him.

Still, it wasn’t fair for you to be kept out of the loop, and though he hated to do it, he’d rather tell you in person. He could only hope that you saw it from his perspective, and how hard he’s been trying to get rid of her.

Anakin was sitting on the couch, the passing scenery doing wonders at keeping his mind busy. He wanted to call you, but you told him that you needed to sort some things out today, and he’d just have to wait until you were able to talk.

He had headphones on with the track Vinny and Theo had recorded during all the time Anakin spent with Liz, and he felt like the worst excuse of a friend and band member ever.

They were actually trying to get music out while he just went out and partied. But he wouldn’t be doing that anymore.

If one good thing came out of that whole club situation and the wake up call, it was that Anakin was finally inspired to write. Theo had come up with the idea to create a slower song rather than the loud and intense songs they’ve been playing for the last year and a half. He was sure it was because the bass player was feeling down a lot lately and needed a way to vent, and Anakin and Vinny were more than willing to agree to it.

He listened to the track on repeat as he thought about possible lyrics, and Anakin was happy that Vinny had decided to try his luck with a piano. He played it for about four years before he switched to drums, but he clearly still knew how to play the string instrument as it sounded amazing through his headphones.

Before long, he had a whole page done and was starting his second when Vinny emerged from the back of the bus. His hair was a mess, signaling to Anakin that he had just woken up from a nap.

Anakin could probably use a few more hours of sleep, too, but he knew it would never come. He’d just end up tossing and turning and wasting time, so he didn’t even bother.

Vinny sat down next to him with a huff, taking the notebook out of Anakin’s hands as he did so. Anakin scoffed at him, taking off his headphones and setting them aside as he turned to face his friend. “Is this for a new song?” Vinny asked with a yawn as he read over the page.

“Yeah,” Anakin answered, grabbing his phone and sending you a quick text.

Vinny set the notebook aside after reading it over. “Sounds good,” he mumbled. “Glad to see you got your inspiration back.”

“Yeah, but at what cost,” Anakin muttered.

“Anakin, Y/n will understand,” he tried to reassure him, but probably knew that it was pointless as Anakin would continue to feel like shit until he knew for sure that he wouldn’t lose you because of the mistake he made with Liz.

So when he didn’t respond, Vinny just shook his head and stood back up. He rummaged around in the mini fridge before grabbing two water bottles and heading back to Clara, leaving Anakin to finish up the song he had titled ‘Falling’.

“I feel like I’m wasting everyone’s time,” you confessed as you sat on the grass in the Quad. “I completely messed up that last assignment. I didn’t even try.”

Evan gave you a pointed look as he sipped from the straw of his smoothie. “You’re not wasting everyone’s time, Y/n,” he stated, making you roll your eyes. “I’m serious. Kenneth would’ve sent you running on the first day if he thought you were wasting his time.”

You shrug and look at different flights on your phone. “Maybe, but I still accused him of favoring me when he was literally just trying to be nice,”

“Y/n,” Evan called out to you, making you look up. “You’re a good writer. You’re one of the best in the class, don’t think that you’re not. One bad piece doesn’t make you a bad writer, you know that.”

You shrug again, sipping on your own smoothie. “Yeah, I guess,”

Evan set down his drink and moved closer to you. “I mean it. You’re going places…if you decide to stay, that is. While it’ll certainly give me a better chance at getting published, it’ll still suck to lose you. But if you’re no longer happy here, then you deserve to do something that does make you happy.”

You give him a smile and lean over to hug him quickly. “Thanks, Ev,”

He returned the hug before standing up. “Are you coming to class today?”

You think about it for a few seconds then shake your head. “No, I have some thinking to do,”

He nods and gives you a reassuring smile. “Okay, I’ll just see you later then,”

You nod back and watch as he makes his way to the building the class is in before pulling out your phone.

Ani: I hope you’re having a better day today, baby. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. I love you.

The text brings a smile to your lips as you stand up and throw away your garbage as you reply to him.

So far so good. I can’t wait to see you, too, Ani. I love YOU.

You head in the opposite direction of your class, planning on going back to your room and packing your bag for Paris. Maybe you’d even start packing up to go back home. While Evan’s attempts at reassuring you were nice, you still didn’t feel confident in yourself anymore.

Anakin had even tried to reassure you, but he also said that you didn’t have to force yourself to stay if it wasn’t what you wanted anymore, and to have that support from him had your head feeling clearer than it had in weeks.

If all else failed, you still always had him, and that was enough for you to know that you’d be okay.

You pack the essentials and set your bag down next to your desk before sitting down on your bed. Grabbing your phone, you begin to look through more flight options. There was one for three in the afternoon, meaning you’d be able to be in Paris by five thirty at the latest. You’d have to swing by class tomorrow to talk to Kenneth, and to possibly say goodbye to him.

You really weren’t sure if you were going to come back for anything other than the rest of your belongings once Anakin and the guys leave France and you’d have to say goodbye again. Maybe you could just pack the rest of your things and meet him at the next location. You wouldn’t mind sharing that small bunk with him for the next two months, and you knew he wouldn’t mind either.

Without another thought, you buy the ticket and set your phone down, pulling out your laptop and continuing to write the rough draft of your short story, despite your plans potentially dropping the class.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur, and before you knew it, it was the next morning and you were packing last minute things and making sure you had your ticket ready. You set everything on your bed, excitement pulsing through you at the fact that you’d be seeing Anakin in less than nine hours.

His text had you feeling the happiest you’ve been all week, and you had shamelessly read it more than once.

Ani: I can’t wait to see you tonight. I’ve missed you so much, princess.

He was the sweetest, and you were shaking with nerves at the thought of feeling his arms around you again after four weeks of zero physical contact.

You leave your dorm and make your way to class, well aware that it had ended at nine and it was now nearing ten. With a quick inhale, you enter the classroom and meet Kenneth’s eyes from across the room. He was sitting at his desk, his brow furrowed as he looked back down at the papers he was reading. “Miss Y/l/n,” he greeted in a monotone voice. “Glad to see you could make it to class today, though you are an hour late and the class is already over.”

Giving him a forced and embarrassed smile, you step into the room. “Yeah,” you trail off, playing with your fingers as you stand by the door. “I’m sorry I missed the last two classes, it’s just….I don’t know if I’m cut out for this.”

Kenneth didn’t look up from the papers as he said, “Well, you’ve certainly done a great job at trying to prove that,”

Your face heats up and you look at the floor. “Yeah…I’m really sorry, Kenneth,” you murmur, glancing down at the A on your wrist. You feel the smallest bit of comfort from just looking at it, and you lift your head with a newfound confidence. “I didn’t mean to waste your time. That was the last thing I wanted to do.”

That had your instructor looking up at you. He studied your face for a few seconds before sitting up in his chair. “You didn’t waste my time, Miss Y/l/n,” he stated. “In fact, I quite enjoyed reading your previous pieces, so I don’t know why you think you wasted anyone’s time.”

You shrug at him and avoid eye contact. You just needed to get through this, then you could go to the airport and be with Anakin again after a month of not seeing him.

“I assume you came here to tell me that you’re dropping out?” Kenneth asks and you look over at him.

“Do you think I should?” You ask.

“That’s not up to me,” he says. “It’s your choice.”

You huff, “Do you think I’m…..good enough?”

Kenneth raises his brows. “Do I think you’re good enough?” He repeated your question and leaned back. “I think you’re a great writer, Miss Y/l/n, and it would be unfortunate to lose you before I got to really see what you can do. But, it’s your decision, and I can’t make it for you.”

You give him a small smile and nod. “Right. I guess that’s a good answer,”

He returns the smile before asking, “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m….my boyfriend is performing at a few venues in Paris, so I’m going to meet him there,” you tell him. “I’m sorry, but I’ll be missing a few classes next week.”

Kenneth nods. “It might be best for you to take some time to figure out what you want to do,” he says. “If you decide to stay, there’s always a spot for you in my class, but if you want to go then I can’t stop you. But just know that one bad piece doesn’t make you a bad writer, and you shouldn’t let it have that much control over you.”

Your smile fades a bit at how similar his and Evan’s words are. Maybe they were right. “I’m trying,”

He shrugged, “That’s all you can do,”

A few seconds pass before you nod. “Well, I should get going. I don’t want to be rushing to the airport,”

“Before you go,” he called out to you just as you began to turn around. “I want you to know that, whatever you decide to do, I support you.”

That had a genuine smile forming on your lips. “Thank you, Kenneth, and I’m sorry for…everything,”

Then you were off. You headed back to your room to grab your bag, finding Evan leaning against the wall next to your door. Your look of surprise had him raising his brows, “What, you thought I was gonna let you leave without saying goodbye to me first? Especially since I might never see you again after this?”

You laugh and walk into his open arms. “I haven’t decided if I’m dropping the class or not, Ev,” you say and rest your head against his chest. “And I’d say goodbye to you before I left, anyway.”

“How generous,” he teased and pulled away. His eyes flickered all over your face before he met your gaze. “Have fun, okay? Go spend time with your famous boyfriend, and don’t worry about anything else, alright? You deserve it.”

You smile and nod, “Okay,” you agree. “I’ll see you next week, Evan. Promise.”

He squinted his eyes at you. “You better,” he said back, giving you another smile before leaving. You grab your bag and look around your room one last time before setting down the note you had written to Bailey. She was still at her parents house since there was some family emergency, and you didn’t get the chance to say goodbye to her.

You leave it on her bed before locking the door and ordering a ride to the airport, the stress of everything finally beginning to lift once you’re seated on the plane.

Anakin could not stop pacing the length of the small hallway on the bus.

He was shaking, he was so excited to see you.

He couldn’t think about much else other than your sweet scent, your kind smile, your achingly pretty face, and the way your body fit perfectly against his own. He was craving your touch and the sound of your voice. He couldn’t believe he had gone a month without you.

Vinny was watching him with a tired expression, his arm draped over Clara’s shoulders as she slept next to him on the couch. “Dude,” he grunted after watching him pace a few more times. “What are you doing? Why are you pacing?”

Anakin flexed his fingers as he shrugged, passing by the brunet once again. “I can’t help it,” he answered. “I have to leave in less than half an hour to pick her up and bring her back here. Half an hour, Vin, then she’s here.”

Vinny let out a laugh of disbelief, glancing down at his sleeping girlfriend. “I hope she’s this excited to see me at some point in the future,” he muttered to himself as Anakin tried to calm himself down.

“I missed her so much, Vin,”

“I know,”

“I can’t wait to see her,”

“I know, Anakin,”

“Please tell me that you and Clara are doing something tonight,” Anakin was powerless to stop the desperation from coming through in his voice.

Vinny smirked up at him, “Is that your way of asking if the bus will be empty tonight?”

“I need to be alone with her,” Anakin groaned. “I need it to be just the two of us, so we can talk. I need to clear a few things up with her.”

Vinny laughed. “I understand, man,” he said. “I’ll take Clara out for dinner or something and we’ll tour the Paris nightlife.”

Anakin gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you,” then he checked his phone and nearly dropped it when he saw Liz’s newest Instagram post. “Fuck.”

It was a close up picture of Anakin on stage a couple nights ago, his hair damp and his skin sweaty as he finished the last song of the set. He remembered feeling the high of that night, and he would’ve been happy to see that Liz had captured a photo of it, but right now all he felt was rage as he read the caption.

elizaphotography: Thought you’d all enjoy a hot, up close and personal shot of the sexy lead singer of Screaming Whispers ;)

She added a bunch of stupid hashtags and even tagged him, and Anakin wanted to throw his phone at the nearest wall. Vinny must’ve sensed the sudden change as he sat up a bit and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“She- I can’t fucking believe her,”

Vinny reached forward and grabbed his phone, his gaze hardening once he saw the post. “Wow, this bitch won’t quit,” he muttered, reading the caption over and over again. “She must think she’s invincible or some shit, because- what are you doing?”

Anakin had swiped his phone out of Vinny’s hand and clicked on Liz’s contact as he left the bus, hoping that the air would cool him off at least a little. It rang for a few seconds before the call connected, “Ah, I knew that would get your attention,”

“Back off, Liz,” Anakin rasped, leaning against the side of the bus as he felt his heartbeat quicken. “I mean it.”

“You’ve been avoiding me like the plague, Anakin,” she stated. “You’re acting like a prick. I thought we were friends.”

“You thought wrong,” he said and tried to take back control of his breathing. “Change that caption, or better yet, delete the entire fucking post.”

Liz hummed, “Thought I was allowed to post you? In fact, it’s on the contract that I get your image out there for the world to see,” she laughed. “Well, it says something like that, anyway.”

“I’m not joking, Liz,” he muttered under his breath, and her annoying voice had his body heating up in rage.

“I’m not joking either, Anakin,” she said back. “You led me on. I can claim that. Don’t piss me off, Anakin, or I’ll tell Y/n myself that you cheated on her.”

“I didn’t-”

“But you did,” she cut him off. “I’m living proof.”

“What do you want, Liz? Huh?” Anakin asked in frustration as he tugged on his hair. “Why do you insist on being such a-”

“A what, Anakin? What?” She pressed. “Call me anything other than my name, and I’ll message her right now.”

Anakin bit his tongue, holding back on calling her every bad name he could think of, because it really wouldn’t help much at all. “Keep her out of this,” he said as calmly as he could. He didn’t like her holding you over him like this when she had no fucking clue about anything involving yours and his relationship. She was just the fucking tour photographer, why did she think she had such an important role in his life?

“Yeah,” she hummed. “Maybe I’ll do that.”

Then she hung up and Anakin cursed under his breath as he opened the Instagram app. He deleted all the photos she took of him from his account, wanting nothing to do with her at all anymore. Sure, the photos were great and he actually liked them quite a lot, but he refused to be associated with her in any way.

Before he got off the app, he clicked on Liz’s account and saw that she did actually change the caption, but it still didn’t settle the anger brewing within him. Without a second thought, he blocked her and pocketed his phone after calling a ride that would take him to the airport and to you.

They reunite soon :') (but is that a good thing?)

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gotmefeelingaway · 1 year

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Minors DNI 18+

Ngl there is no story really just pure smut for anakin / fem reader. Planning on writing a Part 2 if this goes well. First ever written Smut. Hope it makes sense. Any feedback is appreciated. Also apologies for formatting on mobile…

Warnings - SMUT - metal hand kink Anakin’s x fem reader.

… Beside You

You awoke from a nightmare to soft kisses being pressed to your temple and a warm embrace holding you tight. Your breathing was rapid and your heart was palpitating. “It’s Okay.” The voice whispered in between the kisses. You recognized the familiar voice as you came to your senses. Anakin was home. Your breathing relaxed as you inhaled his scent. His cologne was strong and the warmth of his close body kept you calm. Your arms immediately wrapped around his tall broad shoulders your head buried in his chest. Anakin’s hand smoothed over your head while humming your favourite lullaby. You took a few moments to really feel him.

“When did you get back?” You ask finally looking up to meet his eyes. He took a deep breath loosening his grip around you to look into your eyes. “About 20 minutes ago. I tried not to wake you. Seems like you were having a bad dream.” He responds. You nodded. Looking back down at his bare chest and pulling him closer to you. “I missed you so much Ani.”

“Me too (Y/N)” he brushes your hair behind your ear. “You know what you need?.”

He chuckles at his thoughts. But doesn’t give you time to respond.

Anakin’s pink lips met yours as he began to slowly kiss you. Without hesitation, you kissed him back feeling yourself melt with his touch. His teeth grazed your bottom lip lightly. You let out a small moan Anakin smiling into the kiss.

His lips left yours making their way down to your neck where he began to suck and bite in hopes of marking his pretty girl. You threw your head back onto the pillow hands planted firmly on his waist. “Is this okay with you?” He asks politely. Who knew being away for a few weeks would have made him so soft towards you? Though maybe he was just trying to make you feel better about your dream. “This is more than okay with me.” You reply. He smirks in the way only he can before going back to kissing your neck.

He hasn’t even touched you properly yet but that didn’t stop the pool of slick lining your underwear. His focus was 100% on you right now. His hands roamed your upper body one warm flesh and the other a cool metal that sent tingling sensations all over. He blew a cool breath other your clothed right nipple and watched as it hardened. You let out a moan from how sensitive you felt while he placed his warm mouth over it. He used his metal hand to roll your left nipple between his fingertips. You let out soft moans, your pussy aching for some action. But Anakin remained painstakingly slow licking and sucking at your nipples one after the other mirroring himself.

“I want you to be patient.” He started. Holding your hips down to the bed. He looked over your whole body. Your top had two wet patches that left your nipples cold and hard. Anakin liked what he was seeing lust in his eyes as he could feel your desperation for him.

“It’s been so long.” You whine. He kisses your lips once more this time deeper than the last.

“It will be worth it.” He promises. His eyes were now a dark shade of blue.

Anakin feels the heat between your thighs through your pyjama shorts. He licks his lips and pulls them down with his teeth. You watched in awe. “I’m gonna take care of you (Y/N)” he says right as he licks up your slit. You whimper from the sudden movement. He dove right in, with no hesitation feeling how wet and warm you were from his tongue. You’re sure he can feel your pussy pulsing and the juices gushing out preparing for the end game. Anakin’s huge cock. But for now, this was heaven. You couldn’t even remember what it was you had been dreaming about.

You place your hand on either side of his head ruffling his curly locks. His warm mouth left your nub as he brings a cool metal digit to replace it. The difference in sensations causes a breathy whine from you. Anakin breaks the silence almost immediately.

“Is this all for me?” He asks dragging his metal finger in between the folds covering it in your juices. He licks the finger clean causing you to whimper. You knew Ani was just trying to get you to beg for him. It made him so hard when you would beg and tell him how good he is.

“You make me so wet Ani. I need to feel you.” You say. Your hips bucked up trying to get closer to him. Anakin holds your hips steady as he slips one of his metal fingers inside of you. Not breaking eye contact as he pumps it in and out curling to hit your g-spot. Your breathing hitches in between moans. Your hands reach out to hold onto him. One finds a solid bicep to hold while the other holds onto his shoulder digging little crescent shapes into his skin.

“You look so pretty taking my finger. Do you want another?” He asks you nod frantically already feeling your stomach knot up. He bites his lip as he slips another finger slowly into you. It causes you to moan loud as it stretches your walls. He moved them rhythmically. Both coated in your slick, he reintroduces his thumb to your nub and rubs gentle circles on it. “Don’t cum just yet baby.” Ani pleads. Feeling the way your walls tighten around his fingers.

You fist the bed sheets. “Anakin-“ you moan. He slows down his rhythm for just a second. Looking at you deeply. “What is it?” He asks

“Another finger, please. I want to feel full.” You managed to ask. He nodded understanding fully. He kissed your jawbone and the sweet spot on your neck to keep the juices flowing between his metal fingers. “Ready?” He asks. You nod anticipating the entrance of a third finger in you. Anakin brings his swollen lips up to kiss yours deeply. All while the cold finger slips in slowly to join the others. This one providing a new sensation between the cold and the warm. You moaned hard into the kiss allowing Ani the opportunity to fight your tongue with his.

You felt euphoric. the tightness of your walls around his cool metal fingers. The way he swirled them inside and still managed to hit your g-spot. He could feel how close you were getting and started to kiss all the way down your body. As his lips met your clit he brought his flesh hand up to tweak your nipples.

The combination of everything really sent you into overdrive. Your hips arched high and the knot in your stomach prepared to come undone. Your hands found their way back to his curly locks. You look down to find his eyes staring right back. They looked as if they were giving you permission.

He was so intense focusing on your crumpled facial expressions not wanting to miss the fact he is the one to give you pure ecstasy. You can’t look away, a few more pumps with his fingers and you’re a writhing, moaning mess under him. He sucks hard on your clit as your hips buck up, again not breaking eye contact. The knot in your stomach has unscrambled itself. When you had finished riding out your high, he gives one last suck to your clit and gently removes his fingers leaving your core empty while your walls still spasm. He admires the juice covering his hand and licks each finger one by one.

He has a very egotistical smile right now. As he brings himself up to face level with you. Your face was crimson red. “Did that make you feel better?” He asks. “More than.” You reply breathlessly. Ani gently kisses your cheek.

“We’ll there’s more where that came from.” He boasts. He lays back down on the bed and you reposition yourself to lie with your head on his chest.

“2 minutes and I’ll show you a good time. “ you promise. You’re breathing now slowing and reaching the same rate of his.

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hgejfmw-hgejhsf · 4 months

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WIP Wednesday!

Ahh, another pre-scheduled WIP Wednesday while I am snoozing the night away because I selfishly like to awaken to see what those of you who are night owls (or in other time zones) think of my snippets first thing in the morning when I wake up. Much love to @getmehighonmagic and @whimsymanaged for the early tags so that I could justify scheduling a post at midnight! Haha

This snippet is from the 600 words I managed to write last night for what I hope is an upcoming little one shot (and partial songfic) featuring a really important anniversary for Henry and how he deals with it.

He finds himself jealous of his younger self, ignorant of the pain that’s already written in permanent ink into his future, though he still has several chapters of seemingly blank parchment to fill before he reaches it. An unstoppable, unchangeable moment scratched so violently into the page that it tears holes into the chapters that follow, forcing him to find ways around, under, or even through the chasm ripped into his life’s story as he attempts to continue on. With each new page, the tear begins to close, little by little, until it appears healed to the naked eye. But the weight of it, of the pen bearing down, is heavy enough that there’s a permanence to every remaining sheet. A scar, denting the smooth surface before the ink has even had a chance to properly sink in. He knows it will remain there for as long as his story lasts, never quite healing back to the pristine perfection of a truly blank page, waiting and begging to be touched by the smooth lines of a pen, the scratch of a quill, or the click of a typewriter.

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cluelessgurl · 1 year

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Give In

A/N: Okay so I have not written something this long in a hot minute sooo... please ignore any mistakes or let me know and I will fix them. I wrote this after listening to a couple of songs and then got inspired mainly ‘Shameless’ by Camilla Cabello if you want to listen to it I’d recommend towards the end . lmao enjoy :)

Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x Female Reader

Warnings: A bit of fluff, a heap load of angst, long separation, reunion and implied smut.

Words: 2.6K

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Your whole life, you’ve known him. The day that you first laid your eyes on the Jedi temple, you laid eyes on him. He remembers meeting you a few weeks after arriving at the temple himself, you timidly peered at him whilst slightly hiding behind your masters robes. Master Windu never really approved of him from the start yet, Obi- Wan thought it wise for him to make friends and be among his peers at the temple, so your master hesitantly obliged.

‘My name's Anakin, what's yours?’ he enquired trying to conceal his own shyness with a grin; he never really spoke to many pretty girls back at Tatooine let alone at the temple. Ironically, you thought he was rather confident for a young boy, which encouraged you to match his grin ‘I’m Y/N, nice to meet you’. Anakin now smirked and held out his hand, which you shook ‘Y/N..I think we’re going to be great friends’.

Little did you both know that your friendship would blossom even further. Further than the boundary of the code would ever allow. It’s a bit trivial really, how could your masters let the two of you grow together, become a constant in each other's lives, until it really became one life shared by two souls and not expect an attachment to form. Years of training, shedding laughter, tears and blood in missions. So much so that you anticipated every move and very word the other would conjure in their mind. Yet both of you remained utterly clueless of the brewing sense of affection that swelled in your hearts since the days you were mere padawans sneaking out at night to stare at the Coruscanti stars in the courtyard to Jedi knights fighting for each other’s lives in the frontlines of the battle against the Separatists.

‘ANAKIN!!’ you didn’t care if you were in the line of fire right now, you could not give a damn ‘R-Rex I need you to handle this please, please’ you voice trembled as you spoke into your comm ‘Yes Sir’ he knew you had just seen him cornered and shot down, he knew you needed to be by his side. ‘Anakin you need to wake up right this second’ you controlled the tears brimming in your eyes, not daring to let even one shed because if you did you had accepted the worst. ‘Anakin GET UP’ you uttered firmly, shaking his form on the rocky floor continually for what felt like hours. He made no attempt to move or even open those blue eyes of his so you closed your own. Finally, the tears shed down your face, you laid your head on his chest trying to hear his heart ‘A-Anakin stop this please.. Just stop’ you spoke between sobs his life force was nowhere to be detected ‘I cant feel you! Stop please don’t do this to me’ ‘I CAN’T FEEL YOU’ you bellowed into his neck repeatedly.Throughout the years of fighting in this godforsaken war you had faced torture by the hands of your captors time and time againbut this, this was something beyond any pain your body ever was built to withstand, this felt as though your own heart didn’t beat, given the choice you would endure years of physical torture by the cruelest hands over this. This was pain that struck from the tip of your feet to the top of your head, rippling again and again. You gripped his arms and held them as tight as a rope and sobbed as you shook vigorously , strands of his long hair on his limp head now shaking too. ‘ I refuse to live knowing I failed to save you! I refuse’ you didn't want to face not having the opportunity to hear his voice dampen the dark thoughts you carried in your head, not being able to see his signature smirk that you had found so annoying before but now when you look back on it, you remember how his eyes at the corners of his face would crinkle when he would smile or smirk, how his presence was the closest thing you had ever felt to home so warm so soothing, how you loved the sound of his laughter especially if you made it happen. No. No. You could not give in to this, this can't happen. You forced your pained body to sit up, your knees now cut up by the shards of rock and shrapnel now pushing into you knees as you bent, forcing all the pain behind you closed you tear soaked eyes and called out into the force and pulled each and every corner of its unfathomable depth and did your utmost best to soak it in and push it out towards Anakin’s body. It was the greatest plea for mercy you had ever attempted, it had to work. It has to. He’s the chosen one, he’s the order’s most powerful, he’s the most valiant knight in this war…he’s your Anakin .It has to work.

The silence that followed was deafening despite the marching of the droids and the yelling of your troops in the background. It left your chest heaving. He made no movement. You tightly shut the lids of your eyes, gripping your hair so hard it might rip out and turn your head facing away from his form. But- but you had felt the exhausting intensity of the force within you, so much so you swore you felt your own life force being pulled towards him like strands of thread being ripped from cloth. You swore you felt it.

Just as more tears flew out your lids, you were forced to turn your head in a flash. You felt a grip on your arm. ‘Y-y/N..’ his timid voice uttered from his bleeding lips. You felt as though you had regained your ability to breathe ‘Anakin.. You’re really here? That's you right?’ There was a moment of silence as he found his words, finding it difficult to move much until he spoke again ‘Well who else would it be?’ he spoke sarcastically. How he’s able to maintain his humour in a moment like this is truly beyond you . You bitterly scoffed ‘Guess your sense of humour survived’ you smiled through your tears just glad to see his own toothy grin etched on his scarred face ‘You’re no where near funny though, I’m sick of the stunts you pull’ ‘Y/N’ he interrupted but you continued ‘I swear to the maker I’m so done with you’ ‘Y/N’ I’m telling the council to keep me away from you’ you rambled ‘Y/N listen to me!’ ‘What?!’ you replied frustrated as you finally found it within yourself to look him in the eyes, you immediately melted. ‘I’m in love with you.. And you’re right I’m stupid for waiting this long to know it and letting it get this far, I felt your pain, I felt everything and I still feel you within me I think I always will, I don't ever not want to feel it again, I’m so utterly in love with you’. As soon as he finished, you did not leave it even a second to give in, give into the urge you both knew you nurtured over the years and you kissed him, it was the most beautiful culmination of the closest bond Y/N and Anakin had ever had, they were finally one. It was soft and tender, both their bodies intertwined ‘I love you too, more than anything or anyone in this whole galaxy, I love you’ you breathed out. The biggest smiles that had ever decorated their faces, hands tightly held. Their love was not bound or complicated anymore.

Until it was. ‘Jedi Knight L/N, step away from Skywalker immediately.’ the sharp voice of your master tore through your ears. You looked up to see him and Master Kenobi looking down at both of your figures tightly woven. Rex must have called for back-up as soon as you told him to take over, knowing the battle was too much for the troops to handle alone. Both you and Anakin had been so immersed in one another you had not felt the familiar presence of your masters, but both of you knew that they had witnessed your admission of love. All of it. ‘You both have disgraced all that the Jedi Order stands for, you have acted selfishly, unrepentantly indulging in the apparent attachment you have formed, almost jeopardising the Republic and the war.’ As their harsh expressions stared at you, you both peered at each other, looking into his deep blue eyes whilst Anakin focused on yours.

And that was the last time in a year you had seen them and he had seen yours. They told you that you should be grateful that you had not been expelled, that you should be grateful that you had been forgiven. It didn't feel like a relief, it felt a punishment. The most cruel one at that. Never had you been kept apart like this, the first separation you had faced since your padawan days, like a tree torn from its roots. The council kept both of you busy with one gruelling mission after another consecutively, systems apart.

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After a particularly harrowing mission from Hadros the Republic frontier, Anakin was finally sent back ‘home’ to Coruscant. The war seemed so mechanical now. He felt no different than the droids, sent to fight as though it was automated. What was the meaning of it all if you were supposed to fight for it but not care for it, no attachments. His head reminded him yet again. Obi- Wan insisted he sympathised with him yet he had drilled this further into his mind after.. He didn’t let his mind wander to her. It was too painful. Ever since that day on the battle of Caraxes, where you brought his essence to life, he had felt a tight tether to you. He meant what he said, he felt everything she had felt, her pain, her tears. He believes the force has tied a knot, intertwining him and you. A part of Y/N in him. He swears sometimes, he hears whispers of your voice in his mind when he’s in pain, which has only happened more now that he's kept apart from you. He shuffled restlessly in the bed of his quarters, sleep has not been a familiar friend of his, your memories on the other hand, had been. He needed to attempt to control his qualms so he decided to take a familiar walk in the temple, in the quiet safety of the night.

Your ship the Custodian, had just arrived back to Coruscant deep into the night after it had sustained unmanageable damage. This particular battle had taken a heavy toll on your troops and especially on you. The war had caused so much loss, and taken too many lives. This battle had taken the lives of a large part of your troops, their deaths had hit you to the core of your being. Death ever since Caraxes, had the most scarring effect on your mind, every death you witnessed, was a callous reminder of him.. his memories constantly haunted you. Coming back here on top of the heavy feelings you carried was inexplicably painful. The temple carried far too many memories you two had shared. Joyful ones, a stark contrast to the memories you had made since the day you parted. Your mind felt so burdened by the past year and this mission that your mind was brimming with dark thoughts.You needed a release, you felt yourself wanting to cry and so you found your feet wandering to the familiarity of the temple courtyard. It was a stormy night filled with lighting and relentless rain, which is rare for Coruscant, ‘but I guess that conceals the very obvious tears falling from my face’, you pondered, ‘At least the maker has shown mercy’. You found yourself in the centre of the courtyard, pulling your lightsaber out to release some tension by training, it's the nearest thing to a distraction you had found along the way. The deep blue hue reflected on the drenched ground, as your tunic became further damp. The swift, violent strike of the saber whooshing against the whistling wind. Your wet hair swayed messily, tears mixing within the rain as the force grasped for your attention. You swore you felt his presence, but you dismissed it as a cruel deceit of your mind. It had been tormenting you with his voice every now and then, almost taunting you for being torn apart. You continued.

Anakin paced, evidently on edge as the rain poured and the wind roared, his eyes roamed aimlessly until a clear blue hue similar to his own in the distance caught his eye. He felt himself impulsively walking towards it with no care for the rain that now dripped down his face and soaked his battle-worn armour. He wandered as slow as his legs would allow, scared to face the possibility that his mind had yet again betrayed him. Yet when his eyes fell on her figure, skillfully striking her saber just the way he had become accustomed to all these years, he stopped dead in his tracks, she was beautiful. Although his mind should be racing with thoughts, her being in such close proximity to him quietened every thought he had plaguing his mind in the past, he became focused on the present, a present with her, as he yet again made steps towards her .

Shivers envelop her, as his hands slowly ghost down her arms. A soft stroke, that both could never allow to be a mere memory. Y/N let out a hushed gasp, goosebumps appearing as her eyes closed, soaking in the feeling of his touch. He had been deprived of her and now as he heard her gasps under his touch he was desperate to hold her in his arms as close to his firm as physically possible. His mind wandered to avenues they had never dared venture to, it was a cavernous desire forged by his relentless yearning for her. It became explicit to her that his mere presence was intoxicating, the type of intoxication that forces one to relinquish any morals, any code that confines them. She turned to face him steadily, looking at his eyes, still the familiar blue that reminded her of home, but darkened with thoughts she wasn’t trained to comprehend. After a distance of systems, now remained inches in between us, through the sound of the cracks of lightning that lit up both their faces in intervals and the heavy pattering of rain, the two could discern a dense tension in the air as deep, sharp breaths were drawn between them that could be felt on their faces. As she glimpsed at his rain dripped lips and he did hers both their voices echoed in the bond of their tied minds. ‘I want you to give in’. These whispers were electrifying so much so, that they both truly gave in, closing the gap that had been created in between by the same order that intertwined their souls from the first day they met when timid smiles were shared between the two. Now, their bond had grown far beyond the boundaries set as Anakin gripped her face with an unwillingness to ever let go again and clashed his soft lips hungrily against hers. Y/N roped her arms around his arms just as tightly as she had that day he almost left her side forever, making sure to never let go again no matter the order, the restrictions that had trapped them their whole lives. They both didn’t care if they were forgiven.

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awritesthings1 · 7 months

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How to Disappear (Epilogue)

Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Summary: Anakin says goodbye to you on Naboo.

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Anakin never thought he would have to bury another body.

Yet here he was, on Naboo, staring at the foot of a white marble statue beside the lake where he had found you. It was of a woman posing with her hands laced at her stomach, gazing mournfully in the distance. She stood at least a few feet taller than him and didn’t seem bothered by his presence. He wondered how long she stood there. By the discoloration, cracks, and vines that snaked around her body, he assumed a while.

Anakin liked that about statues; they never died. They remained frozen in time, unable to leave, unable to understand, and immortalized into precious stone. Maybe that was what charmed him about Naboo. Life is vividly captured in its foundations, unlike Tatooine, where it drained like grains of sand down the dunes, or Coruscant, where the sun only reached the towering skyscrapers.

Green fields speckled with unusually colorful flowers painted the hills of Naboo. Not one leaf, twig, or rock felt out of place. The warmth on his skin is welcomed, and the dark robe he usually wore is forgotten in the cockpit of the small ship he had stolen on that fateful night.

The halls of the Imperial Palace follow him in his dreams. Marble pillars line that never-ending rug, which reached in either direction with no end in sight. This dream isn’t like any other he had. No amount of pinching or prodding is enough to keep them at bay. The bloody shoe prints return, staining the never-ending rug, and the hairs on Anakin’s neck shiver violently. The sharp tug of a taut string vibrates in his ear; it’s the blood rushing to his face. You call his name from somewhere far away. And then, and only then, will he wake up in a sweat.

In a strange way, he haunted that place as much as you did.

But here, on Naboo, there was life. Life lived on, and so he would too, even if you weren’t here to experience it with him. Which is why he chose to bury you here, at the foot of a Nabooian statue, to protect you wherever you were. It helped that the statue looked somewhat like you. If he really wanted to, he could close his eyes and imagine that the shadow cast on his face was you. Maybe he would fall for the ruse, but ultimately, no matter how hard he tried, he would open his eyes, and the stone-cold woman would still be staring off into the distance.

His shoulders fall.

Anakin never found your body. After Palpatine’s death, he left half alive, stumbling through the halls of Coruscant, shivering with a throbbing headache and a gaping hole in his stomach. The only evidence he had been there were the bloody footprints after he limped through the pool of Palpatine’s blood and down the never-ending rug that he sees in his dreams. He stole a small ship to escape—the smallest one he could find—while bleeding out in order to make his departure as discreet as possible. The next days were a fever dream, where he relied on his botched memory of Obi-Wan teaching him how to administer first aid to himself. He had only been a Padawan then, and he thought Obi-Wan was only trying to waste his time because why would Anakin need to learn something so trivial when there were always medical droids and ships nearby?

Weeks passed until Anakin could stand without the feeling of fainting or the urge to vomit. He had been extremely lucky to survive the attack and have half a mind to set his new cramped ship to autopilot before he lost too much blood. It was when he was starting to come around that he grabbed his dark robe, which had been tossed aside carelessly, and found your lightsaber buried in the pocket. He cried that night and popped a few stitches from his effort.

Anakin returned to the Imperial Palace when his wound was healed enough. He planned to recover your body so he could bury it on Naboo with your mother. But when his small ship rattled into the Coruscanti atmosphere, all that was left of the Imperial Palace were ashes. Rioters and rebels alike mobbed the place, trashing the ancient marble foundations and setting fire to the remains of the Empire, taking what was left of you with it.

So he figured if he couldn’t bury your body, he would do the next best thing and bury your lightsaber at the foot of the marble statue on your home planet. Anakin didn’t necessarily believe in trivial things like an afterlife. Neither the Jedi nor the Sith believed in it. But he would be damned if he didn’t honor you in some way. Later, he would try to find your mother so he could give her the respect she deserved in her death since he never gave it to her that day when she was alive.

On Naboo, the wind whistled through the trees and water lapped at the sandy shores, but Anakin could not hear a thing. The silence, he realized, was his own. A great, big, loud silence deafened the rustling of leaves and the howling air.

The thundering rhythm of his heart beat inside his chest, roaring into his ears. The more he listened to it, the louder it grew. Live, live, live, it told him. But how could he, when his heart was trapped in a prison others call a ribcage and its true home belonged to a body that was lost in the ashes of Coruscant?

When the ringing in Anakin’s ears settled, he heard the crunch of a twig behind him. He must really have gone mad, he thought to himself, because his gut twisted in an eager way as if somehow your ghost would be approaching him. He could feel it now, your hand reaching out to rest on his shoulder, squeezing it in that reassuring way that was so uniquely you. As if you had the power to fight away all his monsters with one gentle action.

And it all came down to one thing: Anakin couldn’t move on. Even during his time as Vader, he haunted the remains of the Jedi Temple as a clothed, dark figure—a ghost of who he once was. And while he didn’t have a glowing blue figure, he floated through the halls as one, haunting the late hours of the night like one. Some people whispered his name as if he were one. Death followed him like that.

“Anakin.”

He could hear her voice whistle his name in the wind. If he weren’t straining his ears, he would have missed it like he missed most things in his life. Palpatine, you, even the Jedi Council. And how about those untold stories that unfolded behind closed doors, distant whispers, and Obi-Wans tired eyes? Flames consumed them when the Jedi Temple burned. The hungry fires would devour all those unsaid words, leaving behind ashes scattered across the galaxy. It would be fruitless to attempt to stitch those brittle grains back together.

The wind whistled again, beating violently at his robe that flapped in its path. There was that sound again, and that airy ghost that climbed his spine like a ladder. The wind was his new ghost.

The wind causes his robe to flap so violently that he mistakes the feeling for a hand on his shoulder. Of course, this was the wind’s new way of haunting him.

“Will you turn around?”

His blood runs cold. The weight on his shoulder was a hand made out of skin—the flesh and bone kind. It was too good to be true. It couldn't be.

The wind, his new ghost, strangled the air out of his windpipe, sucking all the oxygen out of his lungs for itself. Which was fine; Anakin didn’t have a use for his breath anyway. But suddenly you were standing before him as you did many years ago, and it took everything in him to not lunge forward and trap you in his arms out of fear that you might slip away.

“How?” Anakin felt like he was floating outside his own body.

“The Force?” You shrugged.

You stood in front of the white marble statue, facing him as if it were perfectly normal to rise from the dead and stand on the soil that was supposed to be your memorial. Anakin doesn’t understand it, and he never thinks he will.

“Do you remember that night I nearly died?”

Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed. No, Anakin wasn't there when you died. Palpatine told him that you crashed on your mission to the Outer Rim.

As if you could read his mind, you add, “no, the night I nearly died. When I was trapped in that cave with all those people?”

Anakin nods, still confused about how this was supposed to make any sense.

“I think I did die that night. I was bleeding out in that cave, and then the next thing I knew, I was at the top of a cliff, watching that village burn..." You trailed off. “But I wasn’t alone. I could feel the Force, it was there with me. I think the Force took half of me that day; I never felt whole after that.”

Anakin tried his best to listen, but he was too overwhelmed and had to fight the sickness that quelled in his stomach. “Then how are you here? Am I imagining you?”

Your hand reached to cup his jaw with a small smile.

“No,” you laughed, a buttery sound that melted his muscles. “What I meant was that I think I’ve been split between two worlds. The living and the dead. Half of me was with the Force, and the other half of me was with you.”

Anakin’s head was too full to process the information. All he could think of was you, you, you…

Your flushed cheeks burn against the back of his eyes in a hauntingly delightful way. He refused to blink until it was engraved in his mind.

Alive, alive, alive…

“I saw your body on Coruscant,” Anakin tried to breathe.

“I know…” You stepped closer, holding his head more firmly between both your hands. “I was—”

The look in his eyes stopped you. You could see frozen lakes beginning to crack under the pressure.

“It doesn’t matter,” you said, pressing your forehead to his. “It’s all over now.”

You could feel Anakin’s heartbeat thundering against your chest, and with a shuddering realization, he could feel yours too.

Anakin licked his dry lips. "So... this is only half of you?” His arms held you firmly to his chest, afraid to let go.

“With you, Anakin?” You brushed the scar across his eye. “With you, I am whole.”

And after spending what felt like eons adrift in the Force and feverish nights spent fighting off nightmares, you closed the distance and pressed a kiss of life against his lips.

It took Anakin a month to tell you about your mother. Not that you ever asked him, but he knew he would have to break it to you eventually. You were cuddled against his bare chest with his metal arm draped comfortably around your waist when he told you.

The Nabooian wind that blew through the cottage window sent a shiver down your spine. Anakin had forgotten to close it the other night, being too absorbed in the summer heat of the countryside, only to forget how the temperature dropped once the sun sank beneath the horizon. It was a strange but welcome feeling to awaken like this, wrapped in his arms. Anakin had developed a summer tan and the habit of hogging the sheets, the latter of which you summed up being because he kept forgetting to shut the window.

It had been a month of this routine. Shiver, roll over, pry the sheets from Anakin’s grip, and snuggle into his body for warmth. Usually, you both stayed like this for a while until you begrudgingly retreated away from your nest to begin your day with the window still ajar. It was either the rattling of the plants at the open window or Anakin’s own tossing and turning that would rouse him.

Today, it was neither. It was your ice-cold nose poking into his collarbone and the tickle of your hair against his skin. He watched you sleep, slowly running his metal fingers up and down your arm as tenderly as he could. You shiver in response, and the hairs on your arm stand up.

Guilt consumes him immediately.

You were still fast asleep, but Anakin hated disturbing you in any shape or form. Which is why he lay there that morning staring up at the ceiling while ignoring the growls of his stomach. A month of selfish bliss he spent catching up on lost time. A month spent putting off all the ugly truths that would shatter their blanket of happiness.

Your mother was the largest shadow that hung over him. He knew he had to break the news eventually. Since living in Naboo with you, it would only be a matter of time before curiosity got the better of you and you went out in search of your mother. It burdened him greatly that he would have to be the one to break the news to you, but he supposed it would burden you more if he never told you.

The truth left his lips that morning while you were tangled with him in bed.

“I know.”

You said it so plainly that his blood ran cold.

“You knew?”

“Yes, I saw her when I was dead. We hugged and talked. She forgives you.”

Anakin inhaled sharply. Forgiveness was the last thing he deserved. His mouth opened to try to make sense of it, but he was at a loss for words. Your mother had no reason to forgive him. He wondered if you only said it to appease him before pushing away the thought, knowing you better than that. Anakin’s flesh hand grabbed one of yours, which was resting on his chest, giving it a squeeze.

“Do you forgive me?” Anakin’s voice was only a crack above a whisper.

You blinked up at him blankly, the same way you did when you were a Force ghost. It was somewhere between curious and confused.

In that moment, you saw him for all he is, for all his shades of blue refracting off him and into your light.

It was quiet, then:

“Yes.”

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to-proudly-go · 6 months

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WIP SNIP

Thanks for the tag @spikybanana !!!

Also open tag for everyone if yall like 😘

Dad Vader/Anakin and slowburn Obikin LEZZGO (although it's really just a compilation of random ideas in a document rn 😩)

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“Peace, little one,” Anakin whispers, and the near-forgotten notes of a lilting warm voice almost floats in the air, harmonizing with his own broken timber. “I am here."

His gloved thumb slides back and forth on Luke’s forehead, smoothing out the lines over bunched-up muscles.

“Nothing will hurt you here.”

As he comforts his son, in his mind unfolds long ago memories and sensations. The anxiety and fear in a place so unfamiliar and unknown, full of beings that distrusted him. The determination to stay near the singular Light that felt safe and welcoming, and the cold hard floor on his back as he dared to get as close as he could to the source of the warmth. His mind skirting on the edge of consciousness and feeling engulfed by gentle touches and reassurance. Then the surprise when he wakes up and is greeted by the sight of two blue eyes crinkling at the sides with the strength of their owner’s smile, and soft words to greet the day.

***

He will have time for guilt later. For now, Anakin hopes that he can give the precious bundle in his arms the same measure of love that he was also selflessly given that night - and many other nights after - so long ago.

#you know i just realized #this could be part of that redemption au art i worked on before #mayhaps i will continue that #wip game #obikin wip #star wars #obikin #dad vader #anakin skywalker #darth vader #obi wan kenobi #luke skywalker

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palfriendpatine66 · 10 months

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prompt: "I miss seeing myself in the mirror being marked by you"

Here's a little drabble - Obi-Wan is away at a work conference “I miss you,” Anakin’s voice came through the phone speaker forlornly. Obi-Wan didn’t need to see his face to know he was pouting.

“Yes I’d gathered that from the seventeen texts, three missed calls, and five photos,” Obi-Wan smiled at his reflection in the hotel vanity as he undressed from a long day.

There would have been a time in his life that he found such enthusiasm a bit…smothering. But he had to admit that he had smiled with each notification, that he had thought of his lover just as often, in between the mind numbing talk of quarterly statistics and five year plans that filled his day.

“Obi-Wan,” Anakin whined. “I’ve been waiting all day to tell me you missed me too.”

“I missed you too,” he stated as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Obi-Wan!” Anakin complained, his annoyed huff telling him that wasn’t going to cut it.

“I missed you every minute I had to listen to presenters talk about briefs and remember that I was wearing yours underneath my suit.” He met his own eyes with a dark smirk at the sharp inhale on the other line as he loosened his tie with one hand. “Some fiend snuck into my luggage and removed all of mine. Replaced it with yours - can you imagine that?”

“What else?” Anakin rasped a throaty demand. “Tell me what else you missed.”

“Greedy.”

“Yes.”

Obi-Wan’s grin widened. “I missed waking up to you already hard, rocking up against me like the insatiable menace that you are.”

“What do you think I did with that underwear this morning?” Anakin questioned darkly.

Obi-Wan clucked his tongue and shook his head in mock surprise. “I hope you cleaned up after yourself.”

“No.”

He could picture the shit eating grin now. “Naughty,” he chided, his face stretched wide with his own in answer.

“Yes. For you, always,” Anakin promised.

“Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m away.” He frowned at the thought as he shifted to hold his phone to his ear with his shoulder so that he could undo the line of buttons down his shirt.

“Not if you tell me what else you missed.”

Obi-Wan sighed as if it were a hardship. He shrugged out of his shirt and eyed the pale, freckled skin of his shoulders, the even tone of his chest underneath his graying chest hair. He was unaccustomed to seeing his torso without the bruises Anakin sucked into his skin, the red trail of his nails that dug into his back, his hips, his ass - anywhere really - to urge him on.

“I miss seeing myself in the mirror being marked by you,” he admitted, as he turned his way and that. Not a bite in sight. “It’s been too long, even your parting gift has faded.” Anakin had sunk his teeth into his shoulder as he came, eyes gleaming as he fiercely declared mine.

“I’ll fix that as soon as you get back,” Anakin growled. “Repeat performance in the parking garage and all.”

“I look forward to it, baby. Maybe a more secluded corner this time though, hmm?”

“That’s half the fun,” Anakin complained.

 “For you maybe.” Obi-Wan sighed as he shed the last of his work attire. “Only two more days.” The conference wouldn’t be over soon enough.

“Hey Obi-Wan?” Anakin dropped the teasing tone, now soft and sweet. Genuine.

“Yes my love?”

“I really do miss you.”

“I miss you too, darling,” he softened in response. “I don’t need your marks to remind me who my heart belongs to.”

“Good.” It was missing the possessive edge he expected to hear, the bravado gone, what was left behind small and sad.

“Anakin.”

“Mmm?”

“I love you,” he reassured. “I can’t wait to come home to you.”

“I know. I love you too.”

#prompted #thanks for the ask!#obikin

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ithebookhoarder · 2 years

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back (Obi-Wan x Reader): Part 2

Summary: After Obi-wan’s accident, and Anakin’s brutal words, you left the Jedi Temple to try and let you both move on. However, you soon realise that forgetting your fellow Jedi is harder than you thought...

Part 1 - Part 2

A/N: Well, it’s been a hot minute since I wrote the first part of this and I know people were keen for a follow-up but I always struggled to get the words out. However, I blame the new Kenobi series for utterly re-igniting the flame I have for this character and this came out - finally! That and the fact the third episode has RUINED me today...

Warnings: Angst, mention of injury, implied smut / start of smut

Masterlist:

It had been two weeks since the night you’d left - or, run away, if you were being more accurate.

In fact, despite remaining with Padmé at the embassy for the duration of her stay, you couldn’t help but feel like you were still running. Every time you ignored a message, or a call, or even the very mention of anything to do with Obi-wan Kenobi you felt your heart ache worsen.

Just because leaving was the right thing didn’t make it the easy thing.

You couldn’t just magically forget the past fifteen years or so, no matter how much you wanted to. Maybe then you could find some kind of peace.

Maybe then you wouldn’t be up all night imaging the pain and confusion he must have been feeling, waking up and finding out that he had saved your life, only for you to have left and ended things without a word to his face.

Yeah. You pretty much hated yourself too at this point.

You could only hope it got easier with time.

Until then, however, you were content to bury yourself in your work and the reason you were actually here on this planet - to watch over the woman sat next to you, strapping herself into your ship as you prepared to escort her to the latest in a long line of meetings.

How Padmé could do it day after day, never complaining or showing her exhaustion publicly, was beyond you. In private, though, it was a whole other story. In fact, her tales about some of the long and dreary meetings she’d been stuck in were the highlight of your evenings. Last night had been particularly amusing, with Padmé sharing how one senator had actually fallen asleep during the ten minute rant another had given at the proposal of increasing taxes in the area.

You’d snorted into your tea, trying and failing not to picture it. It was the kind of thing you’d have normally passed on to Obi-wan. For, despite his sometimes sensible exterior, he had a sense of humour like yours and irritating senators, in particular, always made him chuckle.

You’d reached for your comms device, force of habit taking over as you went to message him. However, the sight of the numerous unopened messages already waiting for you on the screen were enough of a reminder for you to put it down.

The soft sigh that had escaped your lips didn’t go unnoticed by Padmé, but she hadn’t said a word. Not until now, anyway.

“You know Anakin called earlier.”

You blinked, tensing for just a moment as you focused on programming your flight plan into the ship’s mainframe. “Oh?”

“Yes. He wanted to know how we were getting along.” Padmé smiled. “Don’t worry, I said we were making progress even if things have been running a bit behind schedule since that storm the other day. He also said Obi-wan is back on his feet again… just, you know, in case you were wondering.”

You paused. You could sense the question in her tone, as if she could see straight through you and the nonchalant way you nodded. “Well… good. I’m glad to hear it.”

“He asked after you.”

“Anakin did?”

“Yes, but on behalf of Master Obi-wan, who says he still hasn’t heard from you since we left.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. I don’t know why you’re surprised. He’s your friend, Y/N,” Padmé scoffed, rolling her eyes at you.

She sounded surprised and a little confused as she looked away from her harness, and turned her chair to face you. To be fair, apathy at the news that Obi-wan was alive and well was not exactly your style.

You might have well as just come out and said that something was wrong. Why else weren’t you dancing with joy?

“I don’t know what happened between you but I know you both. You can work it out. You can only spend so long hiding from your problems, staying with me on this planet and ignoring his messages. He’ll still be there when you get back and he clearly misses you.”

It took everything in you not to break. As it was, you gripped the controls a little tighter than necessary as you chose to prepare the ship for flight rather than meet the Senator’s gaze. “That’s the problem.”

“Problem?”

“Forget I said anything.”

“But Y/N-“

“Padmé. Please.” You hated how your voice cracked. “Drop it.”

Padmé sighed but honoured your request. She didn’t say another word about it, even if you did catch her shooting you pitying looks throughout the rest of the day. Maker knows what she thought was going on between the pair of you.

You didn’t even know how to explain it to yourself. How were you supposed to explain it to Obi-wan? After all, he deserved an explanation and you knew he’d be asking for one the moment he was back on the same planet as you were.

At least he was well enough to do so. That was the thought that gave you comfort as you tried to suppress your pain and focus on the task at hand. You were supposed to be working, after all.

So, you held your head high, doing your best to look the part of a Jedi.

Standing guard as you chaperoned Padmé through her various meetings was a good distraction, as was making sure that there were no possible threats to the proceedings in general; It was hard to think about anything else when you were busy thinking about how many possible weak spots there were in the room for a brave assassin to target.

The answer - as you determined - was 34. 35 if they happened to be under 4 feet tall…

Needless to say, you were glad to make it back to the embassy in one piece as the day drew to a close. A hot bath and a tall glass of whatever alcohol you could get your hands on sounded divine right about then to help ease the pain of listening into hours and hours of diplomatic jargon that made no sense to you.

With a smile, you bid Padmé a goodnight, watching as she went into her rooms across the hall, before you turned to do the same.

However, you’d barely stepped over the threshold before you heard it.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding.”

The voice made you jump as did the sight of the man sat, waiting for you, on the sofa in your room. Without looking up you knew who it was; you knew that voice anywhere.

“Obi-wan… what? What are you doing here? I thought you were back at the temple resting. Should you even be up?”

“Hello to you too,” he smirked, his usual sarcastic tone oddly comforting. “I’m alive and in one piece, if that’s what you’re asking.”

Thank the Maker for that.

Given the condition you’d last seen him in, battered, bruised, and bandaged within an inch of his life, you couldn’t believe how normal he appeared (most likely the result of Anakin’s diligent care and an impressive amount of time in a Bacta tank). He barely had a hair out of place.

It took everything in you to fight the sudden urge to throw yourself into his arms and prove to yourself that he was indeed alright.

Instead, you took a step closer, trying your best to compose yourself so that he wouldn’t feel the way your heart threatened to burst out of your chest. Then again, it was most likely too late. He’d probably sensed it the moment you’d entered the room.

He’d caught you off guard and he knew it - it had most likely been his plan all along.

“Anakin said as much to Padmé. We were both relieved to hear you were out of the med bay.”

“Were you? I must have missed that message. Then again, something must be wrong with your comms,” Obi continued, his meaning clear as he gestured to your traitorous data padd lying on the caff table in front of him. “After all, I’ve left several messages the past few weeks which have gone unanswered. Needless to say, I was surprised to arrive to find your communicator is, in fact, working.”

“Well, I...” you stammered, feeling the heat rising in your cheeks at his accusation.

Nervousness seemed to have crept up on you, because all you could do was stand there like an idiot, your breath caught in your throat. It felt like you were a youngling again, standing before Master Yoda as he scolded you for whatever mischief you and Obi-wan had got yourselves into.

“Yes?”

“I left a note-“

“Ah, yes,” Obi hummed, rising to his feet. “I was wondering when you would mention that. Would you care to enlighten me as to why you left the temple without a word, other than that note?”

You gulped. “Because Padmé needed an escort and there wasn’t time for me to wait, to tell you in person. I said all I needed to in that note.”

“We both know that isn’t the truth, Y/N. Please. I came here because clearly this is the only way to get you to talk to me-”

“Well, you should have saved yourself a trip because there’s nothing to talk about.” Your voice cracked as you turned around, feeling a wave of guilt wash over your body at the sight of him. He looked so tired, so distraught, and you knew it wasn’t just the accident that was to blame. Yet again, you left nothing but pain in your wake. “Please, Obi. You shouldn’t have come. Just… leave me alone.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Obi-Wan-”

“Please.”

His tone almost broke you.

You never had been able to deny him. He had somehow rooted himself deep within you, tethering himself to you with an invisible string that somehow always drew you back to one another. Even now, it felt like he was tugging on your heart, causing a deep ache at the thought of banishing him from your side.

You let out a sigh of reluctance. “Fine, but only because we both know Anakin learned his stubbornness from having you as a Master and I don’t need you following me around until I give in.”

“Thank you.” Obi-wan was quick to nod his head in gratitude (even if he didn’t refute your point).

Somethings hadn’t changed.

You remembered the first time he had tried that tactic on you, constantly shadowing you around the halls of the temple until you agreed to help him steal Qui-Gon’s ship on a dare. You were only ten at the time, but it felt like you had known each other for a whole lifetime - it had been that way since the moment you’d first laid eyes on one another as younglings.

Despite fearing the consequences of what would happen if you two were caught, you had eventually agreed to help, unable to resist him for long.

How simple things had been back then…

You sighed.

“You know, you didn’t exactly answer my question before. What are you doing here? And why do I feel as if Padmé is somehow involved in this?”

“Because you always were rather perceptive,” Obi-wan chuckled, reclaiming his spot on the couch behind him.

He gestured to the seat opposite in clear invitation - one you decided to accept, despite the fact that this was technically your room. After all, it had been a long day and if you were to open this particular wound then you would at least be seated whilst doing it.

You were also relieved, but not surprised, to see he had already helped himself to your tea collection too. At least he’d had the decency to pour you a cup.

“That, and we both know our friend, Senator Amidala, all too well. She simply cannot stand not being able to fix something, including us it seems.”

That sounded like Padmé. Hell, you’d been in that meeting room long enough today to know the true extent of his words. Padmé saw every problem as a puzzle to solve, and nearly every time, she did - even if it meant sticking her nose where it didn’t belong, or getting herself in the middle of trouble along the way.

No wonder she and Anakin were close. They were practically the same person, in that regard, and were more than likely responsible for the few grey hairs both you and Obi-Wan had discovered over the years.

“Us? What - but I - I haven’t told anyone anything -”

“You may not have, but I cannot say the same for Anakin,” Obi smirked, sipping his tea as if to hide the expression. “Nor, his eager apprentice, either. Apparently they may have mentioned to Padmé about our… lack of communication, amongst other things.”

Why were you not surprised?

“Of course they did.”

Maker, you hated this.

You hated that you had acted as judge, jury, and executioner without letting him plead his case.

You hated the echoing chasm that now existed between the both of you.

But most of all? You hated that you left and stayed away for so long.

It shouldn't have been this way; you should have been at his bedside when he awoke, ready to thank him, and celebrate his recovery in person. You should have been helping him heal his wounds, rather than hiding away and licking your own.

“I was a coward.”

Saying the words aloud somehow made you feel lighter, even if you knew it would take more than words to fix this. The guilt was enough to cause your eyes to water, while you tried your best not to look at him.

However, admitting the truth was the first step on a long road to enlightenment, as Master Yoda had once said.

“I was a coward and I ran. I ran from you and the feelings I had for you - the feelings that I know you feel for me too. That crash was too close, Obi. I almost lost you and what’s worse is that it was because of me. I hurt you. Even Anakin knew it. You would never have done something so dangerous and stupid otherwise. You took out that fighter, at cost to yourself, because of me.”

The confession came pouring out of you.

“So, I ran and I left that note because I wasn’t strong enough. I couldn’t say those things to your face without you knowing that I didn’t mean them, because I don’t - and I’m trying so hard, Obi. I want to honour you and the promise you made to the order, to Master Qui-Gon and Anakin… I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“So you left?”

“Yes.”

“You made that decision for me, on my behalf?”

You blinked, sensing the hurt behind his words. “Yes. I did, and I’m sorry... I love you too much to do this to us anymore. I thought by making the choice for you I was sparing you pain in the long run.”

“Well, you thought wrong. I need you to hear me when I say this, Y/N. I choose you. I choose you, no matter what it means for us or whatever our future may look like. I choose you because I love you and I have for as long as I can remember.”

You knew how much he meant what he said when he used that tone. It's the one he used often when addressing the council or when there was some sort of important threat that needed to be dealt with. It was resolute, and left no room for misunderstanding.

“These feelings came to be all on their own, and I could never resent you for them. You didn’t force me to feel this way, nor do you force me to act in any way I would not choose to do myself. Do you understand?”

“Obi-wan… I-" you choked, unable to convince yourself that he was not still angry with you. However, he seemed to know exactly what intrusive thoughts were plaguing you - the same ones that had caused you to flee in the first place. The ones that told you deep down you weren’t enough, that this was a mistake, that he couldn’t possibly be here saying these things to you.

"Tell me that you understand that. Please."

You gnawed at your bottom lip. "I... understand."

Relief flooded in his eyes at your words.

Finally, both of you seemed to be on the same page, but it still didn't erase the shame you felt. Tears rolled down your cheeks as your lips trembled.

“Obi, I'm so sorry... you were hurt and I abandoned you. Seeing you like that, and knowing my part in it all, I let my emotions take over and you didn’t deserve that. I left and I should've stayed. I messed things up-"

The words died on your lips as he took your face in his scarred hands, passionately pressing his lips against yours.

Your mind was reeling but all you could do was hum in the kiss, fighting the urge to pull away.

No.

No more running from this.

On that point, he was right; whatever steps you took next you would take together, and denying this connection was clearly not possible. Not when it consumed you so entirely, your soul crying out for his and causing your knees to go weak.

His lips clashed with yours, his fingers threaded through your hair, tilting your face up. That devious smile grew, and your toes curled in your boots as you saw the smile you’d spent the last few weeks dreaming about. “There’s my darling, Y/N.”

“Obi,” you sighed.

It was odd how much you’d missed this… missed him… even the way his beard lightly scratched your chin as you kissed him made your heart skip a beat. You felt as if you were somehow complete, like a piece of you had been missing but now returned as he took you in his arms, pulling you roughly against him.

You were his and he was yours.

"I'm never letting you out of my sight ever again, you understand me?"

“I’m never leaving you again,” you whined earnestly, a smile of your own escaping your lips as he began to trail his kisses against your jawline and neck. He knew you all too well and was clearly not above playing dirty when it came to reminding you.

Hence his choice of tactic, tilting you both backwards until you lay against the sofa cushion - penned in, with no escape, you were forced to listen as he pulled back long enough to meet your watery gaze once more.

“I need you to remember, it's ok to get scared. It's human. You're afraid of losing me the same way I'm afraid of losing you, Y/N,” Obi stated firmly. "I love you and I'm not going anywhere. Not unless you’re beside me, wherever that may be.”

You stared up at him with a hesitant, watery smile.

His throat bobbed. “I missed you. Every second, every breath. Not just this,” he said, shifting his hips for emphasis and dragging a groan from deep in your throat, “but … talking to you. Being with you. Having you beside me. I missed having you as my friend even more.”

Your eyes burned. “I know.”

As soon as the words left your lips, his arms tightened around you in reply, his forehead lowering to press to your shoulder.

You stroked a hand through his silken hair.

“I know. Never again,” you promised him, and whispered it over and over.

Taglist (people who asked about part 2):

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ahvore · 9 months

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what if i said that “making the bed” from guts aligns very much with anakin skywalker/darth vader’s life and experiences. very surface level but i have examples:

(poor grammar and i’m also a casual star wars watcher so it isn’t as deep as it could be but i just had this idea and needed to write about it. also if i got anything wrong don’t yell at me. very long btw)

from this first verse we have the lyric “another day pretendin’ i’m older than i am”. this stands out to me because all through his jedi training into his time as darth vader it seems like he is always having to be older. from having a padawan at like 19 and being general to him dying quite young in his early 40s, he had to act older than he actually was. its so heartbreaking too because he was forced to grow up so fast and take on so many roles.

moving onto the chorus we have a few different lines first one is “well, sometimes i feel like i don’t wanna be where i am”. very obvious but he felt this way during his time as a jedi and i’m pretty sure as vader so it speaks for itself. next up is “pushing away all the people who know me the best”. again obvious but he pushed away directly or indirectly his wife/children, obi-wan, ashoka, and his mother which helped lead to his downfall. directly followed by “but it’s me who’s been makin’ the bed”. this line is a reference to the saying which is “you’ve made your bed, now lie in it”. this saying very much applies to anakin/vader’s decision which was made at the end of rots. he self sabotaged himself and now has to deal with the choices of which he has made. the line after that which is “every good thing has turned into somethin’ i dread”. i won’t dive too much into this line considering how obvious it is. “and i’m playing the victim so well in my head”, while yes he very much is the victim of many different things he does try to pull the victim card in situations he definitely should not.

second verse starts off with the line, “and every night, i wake up from this one recurrin’ dream”. it fits perfectly with the dreams he had of padme dying in rots and everything else that comes after it. a few lines after, we hear “i read somewhere its ‘cause my life feels so out of control”. this lines up well with how nothing in anakin/vader’s life is in his control. he was always the puppet or prawn in somebody’s game; republic or empire. next line is very literal as it says “they’re changin’ my machinery, and i just let it happen”. palpatine literally destroyed anakin/vader’s body even further than it already was to have a hold over him. the last line of the verse is “i got the things i wanted, it’s just not what i imagined”. anakin/vader got the power and knowledge of the sith, but it wasn’t what he thought it was going to be like. he assumed that padme was going to be with him and he would have his family. that clearly never happened though.

there are of course other lines in the song which apply to anakin/vader, but this is already very long-winded as it is. if there was another song from guts that is very anakin/vader it would be “logical” so i might analyze that but i’ll see. well thanks for reading :)

#anakin skywalker #darth vader #star wars #ashoka show #olivia rodrigo #guts olivia rodrigo #making the bed

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naberrie2024 · 4 months

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Hold the ice

"Anakin!!!!!", howled Obi-Wan Kenobi, looking for his former padawan.

Anakin Skywalker, Hero of the Republique and Jedi Knight, has defeated Lord Sidious instead of falling to the Dark Side as that Devil wished. In order to do so, Anakin had to protect the younglings, fight hundreds of clones and duel with the Sith Lord.

And just when they thought they were winning, it happened. An enormous wave came crashing against Corusant. Master Kenobi along himself, Master Yoda and others, started to yell at people to protect themselves, to go on their ships. Bail Organa went running with a very pregnant Padme Amidala in his arms, who has chosen to give birth in that very moment.

"ANAKIN!", howled again, stronger, with a voice that startled even Master Yoda. "Where are you???"

Then, they saw it in awe.

Anakin Skywalker has, somehow, in tune with the Force, transformed the wave of water into a wall of ice. Easy to contain but impossibly heavy. The young knight was levitating, containing it with his hands and the force.

"Anakin no...", whispered Obiwan as Mace restrained him, "Let me go to him!!!"

"Go to him, you mustn't. To save us is his destiny", said Yoda

Obiwan fell to his knees as he notices his bond with Anakin shattering into a million pieces the moment the wave exploded into a million of pieces of ice.

Anakin fell to the floor.

Obiwan ran to him and catch him in his arms, howling for help

3 hours later

'We don't know if.. he'll wake up", moaned Padme in despair, clutching to Obiwan and Bail Organa hands. " Ani... my love, please. You need to see how beautiful our children are... Ani, we love you, I love you"

Then she got up from the chair and went to the window. She hit the window fiercely.

Bail went to her and hugged her.

"Damn you, Palpatine" Damn you, force! Don't you dare to take him from me"- cried Obiwan in his hands.

Both of them looked in shock to Master Kenobi, who always looked calm and serene. But not today. Not the day they almost took the most important thing in his life.

"You need to wake up, my brother", whispered Obiwan, holding anakin's hands close, "You need to see your children. God, their eyes as just like yours. I still remember the first time I hold you in my arms, although much older. You were... crying, missing your mother. And I, refused to follow what the Code has taught me, I had to comfort you. So I hold you close to my chest so you could hear the beating of my heart. Do you remember, anakin?", cried Obiwan, as the line of Anakin's monitor was still flat

Yoda and Mace Windu came into the room. Mace tried to go and keep the master away from Anakin to help the medics. Yoda stopped him.

"Stop him, you must not. The bond between Master and Padawan may still save Skywalker life", said the Master.

Padme has moved to sit in front of her husband, crying softly at hearing Obi-Wan words.

"Force, I beg you. Don't take him fom me. Take my life instead. Take my life instead, please. Anakin, listen to me, you have to wake up. Wake up for your wife, for your children. You saved us all. Everyone, you hear me? - Obiwan closed his eyes and everyone could feel the room trembling slightly, "Anakin, my brother, my child... come back, come back to me"

As he said the words, the ones he had always kept hidden, the words Anakin had longed to hear for 13 years, a light joined Anakin chest to Obiwan's chest, a light so bright it blinded everyone else.

The Force sang.

And then, Anakin Skywalker opened his eyes, to smile gently at his old master who was smiling through his tears. Everyone was crying, even Mace Windu.

"Missed me, old man?", asked Anakin.

"Don't you ever do this to me again, you hear me??", growled Obiwan as he hugged fiercely his child.

"The world moves for love. It kneels before it in awe", said Master Yoda, "A master and his apprentice showed us today how strong is. Fortunately, this bond was stronger than the Dark Side.

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thechaoticfanartist · 1 year

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Not Even A Goodbye

Angstpril Day 6: Abandoned

Fandom: Star Wars

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Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Grim Kennet (OC) (Mentioned)

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Grim Kennet

Additional Tags: Obi-Wan goes by Ben, Grim goes by Rue, Post Order 66

Summary: Obi-Wan had lost one Padawan to the Dark Side. His other abandoned him to his grief.

When Ben woke up he did not see Rue. This wasn’t unusual, sometimes she would wake up before him to make breakfast or to meditate. When he entered the main living section of their cave however, he did not find Rue. Ben frowned. Then he found a piece of flimsi. He walked over and picked it up. He turned it around. It was a note, written in English not Aurebesh. Written by Rue.

He began to read the note:

Dear Ben Kenobi,

Thank you, for everything.

You took me in when I had nobody. You showed me a place to call home when I had lost my own. I am grateful to have been your student. To have been your daughter.

She was talking about how he had rescued her when she appeared in The Clone Wars. How he had taken her to the Jedi Temple and she had been his padawan. A feeling of dread came over the once Jedi Master.

Why did this feel like a goodbye?

He continued to read:

I’m sorry I couldn’t change your story. I couldn’t stop this from becoming our ending. I’m sorry for all the pain you’ve had to endure. And I’m sorry for leaving you alone.

It was. Rue had left him.

There was still more:

I can’t stay here any longer. We both knew I wouldn’t. I went with you for comfort. I wasn’t ready to face the galaxy alone. Especially not as it had become. I needed to find my story, so I decided to figure out my next chapter in your company.

And I have discovered that chapter. A chapter where I will once again fight against the darkness. Where I can save as many lives as possible. As long as there’s the slightest chance. I’ve left to join the rebellion.

“The rebellion,” Ben echoed in a whisper. It was like Rue to do so. She had joined The Clone Wars when it had never been her fight, and nobody had ever asked her to. He had told Rue that there were those who could still fight while they couldn’t. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that she had joined them. It was the type of person she was. The Jedi she was.

He read the ending of the note:

The Clone Wars may have ended. The Jedi may be gone. But the war has only just begun. I have to fight.

I hope you will discover your next chapter as well. Your story doesn’t have to end. Not yet.

May The Force Be With You,

Grim Kennet

Ben read the ending over several more times. She had signed with her real name, but hadn’t opened with his. This didn’t feel like a move she didn’t think of. She didn’t seem afraid of revealing their past in this note. It had been intentional.

Ben Kenobi is what he insisted he was called. What he had said his name was. Even when it was only him and Grim he had gone by Ben. And so for the same reasons Grim had only gone by Rue.

Obi-Wan had died on Mustafar with Anakin. Killing his brother had killed a part of him.

Grim had survived that day. Even when hiding as Rue, Grim was still whole, and yet broken too.

Her name stared at him. Along with the way she had signed it.

“May The Force Be With You, Grim Kennet”

That held all the words she couldn’t fit on one page, and Ben caught all of them.

Another line from the note stood out to him.

“I hope you will discover your next chapter as well. Your story doesn’t have to end. Not yet.”

A tear fell down Ben’s cheek. “No, Grim, my story has ended,” he said to the daughter who had left him. He held the note and read it over again and again. He tried to make sense of it all.

Ben of course knew that Grim would leave. They had decided that before they had gone into hiding together. Still, he hadn’t expected her to leave when she did. How she did. For her to leave without ever saying goodbye.

Grim knew what this did. What she had done. The last member of his family was gone.

“And I’m sorry for leaving you alone.”

She hadn’t just left him alone. She had abandoned him to his grief.

“Goodbye, Grim,” he said. “May the Force be with you.”

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purplefangirl42 · 1 year

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Fazed (Part 14)

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

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

Parts: Series Masterlist ~ PREVIOUS ~ NEXT ~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I wake you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t regret it at all.”

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

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

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

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

“What is it?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

“Why is it so warm in here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine how it is.”

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

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

“Were you watching me sleep?”

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

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

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

“Famished.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Forget something, General?” he asked.

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

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

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

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

Yung raised an eyebrow questioningly at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Lena? What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You need to eat.”

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

“That good?” Rex asked.

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

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

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

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

“The Duchess of Mandalore?” Rex asked.

Lena looked up at him in surprise.

“You’ve met Satine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you, Rex.”

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The King, the Soldier, and the Spy: Chapter 8

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Jango’s head is full of lovely, lovely fuzz. He’s only just waking up, but he’s warm and content and someone’s limbs are tangled up with his own.

“You’re pretty when you beg.”

He jolts awake with a snort of laughter, and buries his face into the chest before him. He presses a kiss to warm, orange skin, and revels in the purring noise it draws out of her. Fulcrum passes a hand down along his ribs, and laughs when he curls in closer.

“Why did we wait this long?” he asks, voice dark and heavy with sleep.

“Because I like seeing you desperate, and you like being denied,” she says, grasping at the back of his neck and holding him in place against her. “And because part of me wondered if you’d really be as interested in me, if sex wasn’t on the table.”

“I love you,” he tells her, and she purrs louder. The vibrations move through him like everything he doesn’t know he needs. Validation, at least. She likes knowing she’s wanted. “I don’t need the sex. Just let me kiss you when I want, and hold me like this—”

“I will,” she croons, and drags him up for a long, slow kiss. He enjoys it, and then she lets him back down, pressing his face to her neck. “I might make you wait a bit, but my Mand’alor is far too pretty to keep away for long. I’ve had my fun on that front. Mostly.”

“You’re incorrigible,” he accuses. Nonetheless, he relaxes into her hold, and lets himself enjoy the feeling of skin on skin.

“You wouldn’t have fallen for me if I wasn’t,” she says. He can hear the smile in her voice. “Oh, if only my younger self could see me now, with the Jango Fett in my bed.”

“Horrified or impressed?”

“A little bit of both,” she admits, thoughtful. “I think my family would have been more horrified. My grandmaster might have approved, but I think he flirted with darksiders as often as not, so he doesn’t count.”

“I’m going to meet these people one day,” he promises her. He punctuates it with a brush of his lips over her ribs. “Even if they won’t know why I care.”

"Mm, we’re going to find Anakin as soon as we take down Gardulla,” she promises. “Master Kenobi is a padawan right now, but given what I talked about with Master Windu yesterday…”

“You’re telling them about the future?”

She plays idly with his hair. “It feels like the right time, cyar’ika.”

And if a Force-Sensitive thinks something ‘feels right,’ that usually means good things.

“Do you want me there when you talk to them?”

“I’d appreciate the support, yes.” She presses a kiss to his forehead, and something warm zings through him. It’s not sexual, just… hm.

He just wants her.

Quinlan’s pretty sure that Master Windu isn’t at all happy when he leaves, but Depa doesn’t know any more than Quin does. Fulcrum and Fett were responsible for whatever’s got Master Windu looking like he bit into something sour, and it’s above everyone’s paygrades.

The only thing either padawan knows for sure is that Master Windu’s declared Fulcrum a knight, though still not an official Jedi for reasons nobody’s telling Quinlan, and that Fulcrum’s wormed her way into having a direct line to Master Windu for… reasons. Quinlan finds himself hoping those are all about politics and not about whatever war and grief dashes across Fulcrum’s eyes whenever she jokes about the distant future. He really doesn’t want her enemies following her to start shit in the Republic.

Months pass. Treaties are drawn up with extremist clans that had previously sided with House Vizsla. Death Watch members are imprisoned or rehabilitated as appropriate. New forms of government are hashed out. Things start to settle.

Quinlan knows the Council isn’t going to keep him here forever. He’s a senior padawan, not a knight, and it’s going on two years since he got here. He’s twenty. It’s been almost two years since he saw his friends more than in passing, since he saw little Aayla, since he’s left the Mandalorian system. He likes it here, and he’s made friends and all such things, but he wants to go home and finish his training.

Bo-Katan’s a laugh and all, but if he wants a young girl bothering him at all hours, he’d rather it be the one he’s planning to take as padawan the second he can get away with it.

A High Council Master has a direct line and rapport with the presumed future queen of Mandalore. They don’t need a spy here.

Quinlan reports back anyway, even if the majority of what he’s reporting isn’t so secret anymore. There’s definitely something being prepared where he can’t see it, but every time he gets close to finding out what, Fulcrum drags him away from his hint. He’s doing less and less work for the Council, and it’s frustrating as hell.

“I need you to play arm candy again.”

Quinlan looks away from the datapad and up into Fulcrum’s smug face.

He stares for a moment, and then says, “do I want to know why?”

“Freeing some slaves.”

A great goal that he knows she’s been working on whenever Mandalore doesn’t have her attention. It is not particularly helpful in explaining the arm candy thing.

She seems to notice his frustration, because some of the smugness leaves her grin. She leans forward, theatrically secretive. “I’m posing as high-level member of organized crime, very much a mob queen type of deal. I need someone acting as arm candy to sell the bit, and of everyone that might be willing to play that role, you’re the most comfortable and competent without armor. Too many of the Haat’ade would get twitchy and break our cover if I had one of them running it. You in?”

That makes a lot of sense, actually. He’s glad he waited for her to explain. It’s actually validating.

“I’m in.”

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