#the council hasn't told obi-wan

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Dirty little fantasies

pairing; master!anakin skywalker x fem!padawanreader

warnings; Fantasies, pinning, corruption kink, virgin reader, dom! anakin, sub! reader, nipple play, creampie, hand kink, dirty talk, praising, degradation, cunnilingus

a/n; i’ve never written for anakin before but i love star wars and i love writing smut so here u go!

Y/n was honestly surprised she ever became a Jedi apprentice. She was much older than the younglings, but Obi-wan and his own apprentice, Anakin, pushed for her training anyway. The council questioned who would be training her, as all of the masters already had Padawan of their own. Her hopes shattered when Master Yoda pointed out the obvious fact.

She was told the force was strong within her , not sure what that meant, y/n smiled and became excited anyway.

"Master, my Padawan is surely ready for his test. He has my full confidence. He will be able to train her." Obi-wan stepped forward, eyebrows furrowed as Anakin nodded, a serious expression scorched onto his face.

The council all had similar curious and questioning looks, but nodded anyways. "Alright, we will allow it." Master Windu sighed, putting his hand up. Y/n's eyes widened and every fiber in her being felt on fire, this is the most exciting thing she's ever experienced, and it hasn't even started yet.

The three of them exited the room and immediately a hurl of thank you's and smiles gush out of her towards the men. Their faces softened as they smiled.

—————

Y/n was now an adult, though, she wasn't very young when she became an apprentice, only several years had passed. Anakin was a great Master and she felt very lucky. The way everyone talked about him was fascinating, they praised him left, right, and center. They even became closer than she expected, being closer in age than other Padawan and Master pairs made that entirely possible.

"Master, wait up. Why are your legs so long." Y/n complained as she jogged up to Anakin's side once more, she swears he can take two steps and be a mile ahead of her. He chuckles before saying, "You ask that every time we walk together." Her nose scrunches at his teasing. But at the same time, her heart skips a beat and she swallows quietly. Though, she tries her hardest to keep down the way her body practically yearns for him. The hardest part is keeping the thoughts, the oh so delicious thoughts about him, to a 0 whenever he's near. The force is amazing in so many ways but a real pain in the ass when all she wants do is day dream about him.

"Great job by the way, the mission wouldn't have gone as well as it did without you. You're becoming a considerable Jedi." He looks over at her as she thanked him. He can't help but think about how much she's grown while being under his wing. In power and physically. Anakin was no liar, he couldn't possibly deny the fact she has matured into a fully fledged woman, Padawan or not, he couldn't keep his eyes to himself. He had to push down the thoughts as well.

Anakin was fully aware of her daily thoughts. It made his day whenever he could know what she was thinking before she even entered the room. They were always innocent and random, until recently. Y/n clouded her thoughts much more, and at random times of the day and night, the hairs on the back of his neck would stand up, goosebumps would frost his skin and he had no idea why. The thoughts he could read were innocent in nature, but all about him. What he was wearing that day, how he decided to style his hair, certain things he said to her. His ego inflated each time and it made him even more arrogant and confident.

But alas, Jedi's were not allowed to become attached. He wondered if he needed to remind her of that, but he decided against it. Having a crush on him wasn't a crime.

—————

Anakin waited for her at her door that morning, he always does when they train at this time, which is only a few times a week. As he neared the door her thoughts became more apparent, at first she was busy with brushing her hair, then it was her tying her robes, and then they drifted off to him. He could see she was thinking about the time he had to help her untie the small knot she made in her robes. It made him smile, it was almost impossible to untie it. But his smile slowly faded as he realized her attention, unwavering, was directed to his hand. Not him untying the knot in general per say, but the way his calloused hand and metal one gripped the fabric, and how his very visible veins bulged through his skin.

He could sense how hard she focused on it, and how the thought of his hands sent her spiraling into day dreams. He was about to knock to end his spying before something caught him off guard. The waves of want that echoed from her, he could feel the stuttered deep breath she let out as she thought about his hands on her. How they would feel to prod at her most sensitive areas as he spoke downright sinful words towards her.

He felt like the air was knocked from his lungs as she thought in detail about the things he would say. The hair at the back of his neck reacted first, the goosebumps came second. "You're my prettiest girl , aren't you?" "Such a slut for me." "Use your words, angel." "You're mine, only I can make you feel like this." Anakin roughly shook his head before he breathed in and knocked on her door.

The thoughts ceased and his shoulders untensed because of it.

Y/n's door opened and there she was, smile as bright as ever as she greeted him. "Good morning, Master. A bit late aren't you?" She questioned, closing the door behind her with a wave of her hand.

He mustered up a smile as well as he answered, "Apologies, I was talking with Master Yoda." He patted himself on the back for not being suspicious as he lied through his teeth.

—————

Training was different today. No doubt it was about what he had walked in on this morning, but he tried his best to act like something wasn't bothering him.

Sparring was especially different, he was acutely aware of whenever he even placed a finger on her. She didn't seem affected at this but he knew. He knew the things she wanted him to say to her, say to her when his hands memorized her body, set her skin ablaze in their wake. It had a carnal desire simmering in his gut as he gazed at her sweaty form pant from the work she was being put through. So when training ended he made his way to the bathroom. Splashing cold water on his face helped the heat on his skin, but not the heat starting to grow in him.

Anakin fell pray to his desires, now instead of her imagining what it would be like to be underneath him, it was him imagining what it would be like to be on top of her. Looking down to see the look in her eyes as he touched her, made her his. The sounds she'd make as he stuffed her full. The mere thought had his pants tighten significantly. Would she cry as he stretched her out? Would she beg him to keep going? Better yet, would she submit herself to him, his mercy?

He manages, somehow, to collect himself before he leaves.

"There you are, Anakin. There is a last minute mission I need you and Y/n to do" Obi-wan told him as he lead him to the holotable. "Do not let him out of your sight, we suspect he's behind Senator Amidala's assassination attempts. He knows what you both look like though, so make sure he doesn't notice you." He explained further, Anakin nodded, going into serious Jedi-Master mode.

"I won't fail you, Master."

—————

After Anakin explained the plan to her she nodded along and followed his lead to his speeder.

"He lives in-" He pauses as he points to the apartment building they both come up to. "That building, there is two doors leading out, one in the back and one in the front. I'll take the one behind it." He parks the speeder where he could get in it quickly, but isn't suspicious. "We're close enough to speak through the force, so if something happens let me know immediately."

"Yes, Master."

He nods at her before speedily walking to the other side of the small apartment building. She pulls up the hood of her robe and tries to look the least inconspicuous as she possibly can.

—————

It's been radio silence for a few hours before the front door opens to the exact alien they're here for. She quickly lets Anakin know.

She watches the alien closely, walking behind him at a distance he wouldn't find strange.

Anakin catches up to her, both the Jedis watch the supposed assassinator from afar enter a bar. "I hate bars." She groans as he drags the Padawan inside the building.

"Uh, Master. Won't our hoods be kind of out of place in here?" Y/n points out, noticing the lack of clothes everyone is wearing.

"Oh, yes. Clever thinking, Y/n." He says, narrowing his eyes in search for the alien.

They both take a seat at one of the tables, eyeing the place until Anakin spots the alien, he's at the bar, downing what seems to be his 3rd shot. He stumbles a bit trying to get off of his chair. Both Jedi watch him go down the hallway that has the bathrooms, but also the back door. So, Anakin flags you over as he gets up. "Uh, Master. Isn't he just going to the bathroom?" She questions getting close enough to the hallway to peer down it. It's empty, aside from the usual couple making out on the walls. It brings a blush to her cheeks. No sign of the alien though.

They both walk further down the hallway until they both feel the door about to be opened, so Anakin does the first thing he can think of. He pushes his Padawan against the closest wall and kisses her. Trying his best to shield both of their identities, he pushes himself further against her and puts his hands on her cheeks trying to hide her face. She gasps in his mouth and her hands can't help but grip his robes.

She's never been this close to him, the feel of his skin on hers, his hands on her, feels like a dream. His intoxicating smell already clouds her mind. But the feeling is over before she knows it, the alien has walked back into the main area again. Anakin doesn't waste a second before following him.

Y/n stands at the wall still, hand coming up to touch her lips. That was her first kiss. Her first kiss was with him.

—————

The outcome of the mission was good, they ended up catching him and Obi-wan was happy.

The next day was training again for Anakin and Y/n. This time it felt so intimate, Anakin's touch would linger far longer than needed and he found any reason to touch her. It had her head spinning by the time they were done.

It apparently didn't stop at training either, Anakin would lead her everywhere with a secure hand on her lower back. He didn't comment on it so she decided not to either, in fear of him retracting the hand.

When he wasn't near, her thoughts were even more out of hand. Now, when she met up with him she was shyer than normal. A part of him regretted the kiss, he enjoyed it but he worried it bothered her. That night he made his way to her room, he wanted to talk about it without anything hearing.

And just like last time he heard her thoughts, here he was again. This time it seemed like she was already in the middle of her fantasizing. Before he could understand what she was thinking about, he knocked on the door.

It opened, the first thing he noticed was her big doe eyes staring up at him curiously.

“Master, what are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?” He asked, clearing his throat.

She nodded and he stepped inside.

The second he was all the way in he could feel the waves of want and desire once more, but this time they were all around him and it was hard to speak. Anakin swallowed, looking into her eyes as he began. “I wanted to apologize for what happened during the mission, I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

She shakes her head quickly, “No No, it’s not that it made me uncomfortable. It was..” She pauses as she sits down on the edge of her bed. “It was my first kiss.” She flinches, she was always teased for not having kissed anyone while she was there.

He gulps this time, he can’t deny the feeling of pride that grew in him.

He sat beside her, contemplating his words carefully.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take that away from you.”

She turns to look at him, the only light in the room shining from her small lamp on her nightstand brushed against his face, making his features soft.

“Don’t be sorry, I, um.” She stops herself before continuing, fearful of her words.

Her master eyes her, “You what?” He speaks through the force, gaze narrowing at her sputtering.

“I enjoyed it.”

They both stare at each other, his eyebrows furrow as he watches her face. Y/n watches the inner turmoil that’s present on his as a lock of his hair falls in front of his eyes. A hand comes up to her wrist, it glides upward, over her neck, and up to her cheek. It cradles her face as his resolve snaps. This kiss has purpose, he hopes she can feel it. The way their lips brush against each other is erotic and she can’t possibly hold in the small moan that’s threatening to spill.

The jedi pulls away slightly to eye her, his mouth is parted as he takes in everything she’s silently offering. His breaths fans over her face and it sets her nerves on fire.

The second kiss is full of lust and want, his gloved hand finds her hip before he decides they’re not nearly as close as he would like. The hand on her cheek slides down to her chest and gently pushes her to lay on her back, though, his lips never leave hers. He situates himself on top of her and pulls away farther than before. Gazing at her lidded eyes and soon the pout settling over her lips.

“My prettiest girl.” He sighs out, reaching up to run a nail up and down her neck.

“Master.” She begins.

“Anakin.” He corrects as the nail on her neck drifts down enough to pull her shirt away from her collarbones.

“Anakin..” She obeys, even if it feels foreign on her tongue. “I need you.”

“I know…you should really keep your thoughts to yourself yknow that, Angel?” The name has her eyes widening and a smirk gracing his face.

“How could you think I wouldn’t find out about all the dirty little fantasies you have about me?” He switches hands so his gloved one is pressed next to her shoulder on the bed keeping him upright, while the other one meets her hip again to push the fabric of her shirt upward, Anakin eyes the newly exposed skin and tugs at his lip.

“M’sorry.” She breathes as a fierce blush settles over her face.

“No need to be sorry…” He drags his blunt nails up her torso as he drags her shirt up, goosebumps tickle her flesh as a result. Even more so when he leans down to hover over her, now, exposed breasts. It doesn’t take long for her nipples to harden partly from being out in the open air, but mostly because of him.

The Padawan holds her breath as he nears the mounds of skin, it starts with dizzying kisses up the valley between them and then continues with him teasingly licking around one of her nipples. She gasps, her bottom lip caught under her front teeth harshly.

Anakin takes a full nipple into his mouth and sighs as the sounds he knew would sound so pretty, leave her. Especially the ones where she moans his name in that breathy voice of hers. Her back arches and it sends her breasts even further into his face. He removes his mouth for a moment, only to envelope the other nipple and graze his teeth ever so slightly against it, he takes in her gasps and whines and they all go straight to his ever tightening pants.

He pulls away again, this time to lean up and kiss her. Messily their lips slide together, he even experimentally brushes her lips with his tongue. But she pulls away, “What are you doing?” She asks curiously out of breath.

“Open your mouth for me, kay?” His gaze goes back and forth between her eyes to her lips as he talks.

They kiss again and he does the same thing, so, she opens her mouth. His skilled tongue licks into her unexpectedly and Y/n moves her hands to his clothed chest for stability, well, mental stability at least. Anakin then sucks her tongue rather harshly and it sends moan after moan into his mouth. He swallows all of them gladly as he feels himself become even more worked up.

He would love to keep kissing her, he honestly thinks he could do it forever, but they must keep going. She whines and chases his lips when he pulls away this time and it has his eyes darkening. The shirt she’s half wearing is thrown somewhere on the floor as he dips down to kiss her stomach, down her belly button and along the waistline of her pajama pants as he hooks his fingers along them, dragging them down slowly.

The pink underwear she’s wearing has a frilly bow on the top and he couldn’t handle it. It was like he was opening up his present on christmas, his little, angelic, present that wants nothing more than to have him degrade her. How could he possibly deny that?

“Such cute panties for someone who’s such a little slut for me. Tell me, Angel, would you let me fuck you anytime I asked? Would you let me fuck you in my speeder? On the holotable in front of everyone?” He skims his lips against the hem of her underwear once more as he eyes her like a predator.

“Yes, yes, would let you touch me wherever you wanted.” She panted out, gripping the sheets beneath her.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” He asks, pricking the waistband with his teeth and dragging the offending material down her legs. She couldn’t speak, the sight and the feeling left her speechless and unbelievably wet. As soon as the last of her clothing was gone the smell of her sex was utterly intoxicating, so he did the first thing he thought of. Prying her legs apart and pressing his face against her cunt. Y/n didn’t have time to worry about her being the only naked one, for that she was thankful.

Anakin truly believed he could die happily right now.

“Maker, you smell amazing. Bet you taste even better.” He practically moans into her, the vibrations send jolts of electricity up her spine and it causes her legs to almost close. But the iron grip he has on her didn’t allow for that. Even when he licked up the expanse of her heat and suckled on her clit, her thighs were begging to give out by then. The new feeling of his tongue was addicting, the way he licked into her clenching hole had her head spinning and heart pounding.

“You feeling good, Angel?” He pants against her, opening his eyes to gaze at her already fucked out form. A moan leaves her as she nods. His ungloved hand lets go of her thigh in favor of circling her cunt and pressing his fingers against her hole. She chokes out a moan at the action.

His mouth only leaves her clit to speak as he fills her up, one finger at a time.

“So tight.”

It has her clenching and he hopes he’s able to feel that around his cock. The fire consumes her from the inside out and all she can do is take it.

Y/n’s moans become louder and more frequent, that paired with the clenching she’s doing around his fingers, he assumes she’s going to come. So before she can, he sticks in another finger and scissors them inside of her, coaxing out an orgasm the best he can.

“Come for me, Y/n.”

Her limbs tense up as her eyes clamp shut, said fire is spreading through her, every finger, every fiber. The euphoric feeling is prolonged as much as possible because of his fingers and the mouth still sucking her pulsating clit.

When she comes back down he stands up, gripping his shirt and pulling it from his body. In her frazzled state, she eyes his stomach, his abs more specifically. His chest too, the way it heavily falls up and down from his deep breathing is hypnotic. His belt is pulled off, and soon he’s unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down and off. She can easily see the outline of him through his briefs and the fire that was just released in her seems to have come back.

Anakin watches her face closely as he slips down his briefs and kicks them off. Her gaze on his cock doesn’t last long he notices, her eyes fall to his hand that’s currently gliding up her calf. He can’t help but chuckle.

“You really like my hands, don’t you? Even the metal one?” He smiles at the end.

She nods shyly.

So he takes a detour, his hand comes up to her face, traces her jaw, then traces her bottom lip with his thumb. Her breathing changed almost immediately at that. He wonders something for a moment, so he trails his hand downward, ghosting over the base of her throat. She bites her lip again as he loosely grips her neck.

“So pretty with my hand around your neck. Are you ready for me, Angel?” He mumbles. She finds it hard to speak, the intense eye contact is quite distracting and intimidating.

But she finally gets out a “Yes, Anakin.” After he swats her thigh with his metal hand.

The hand around her neck doesn’t budge as he settles in between her thighs and wraps a leg around his waist. He watches his tip tap her clit and tease her until she’s whining. He can’t hold up the act for long though, he feels like he might explode if he doesn’t push inside of her soon. The initial stretch doesn’t feel good, even if Anakin is pushing in rather slow, it still has her flinching.

“It’ll feel good, Angel, don’t worry. Just wait.” He tells her, concerned. She nods in return, holding onto his waist loosely. He keeps his slow pace until he fully bottoms out, he’s sure he could come right now. Her walls latch onto him like a vice and she’s so, so, wet for him. “Fuck, Angel. So wet and tight for me.” He praises breathily.

She clenches at that and it has his brain short circuit. All he wants to do is move, move until he comes inside her, but he waits until she’s ready.

“You can m-move.”

The first experimental thrust is intoxicating for the both of them. He was right, it does feel good. Just him inside her feels good. Every vein and ridge is felt and she makes note of each and every one of them. Another thing she notes is how deep he is, she swears she can feel him in her stomach at this point.

It doesn’t take him long to set a good starting pace, one that isn’t too rough but still satisfying.

“Anakin, you feel so good.” She moans, hips absentmindedly raising to meet his thrusts. The hand around her throat becomes tighter as he groans out.

“Flip over.” He says all of a sudden, pulling out. Her reaction time isn’t very good right now so she furrows her eyebrows. Far too slow for Anakin, so he takes it upon himself to manhandle her onto her stomach. She lays flat against the bed as he forces open her legs again. This time when he pushes in, the stretch is delicious. It has her pushing her ass against him, “Already such a slut for me.” He mumbles as he hovers over her back.

One particular harsh thrust has a loud, pornographic, moan leaving her kiss-swollen lips. He narrows his eyes as his flesh hand presses into her spine, moving upward until it reaches the back of her neck. It swivels to the front, lingers over her windpipe, and drags up to her mouth, pressing firmly against her lips. So firm that her head is lifted into his shoulder as he begins to jackhammer his hips into her.

Leaning down to her ear, he begins, “Such a perfect cunt for me, Angel. Gonna fuck you any time I get the chance.” He groans, grinding into her before thrusting again. The moans leaving her vibrate his hand and he can’t help but thrust faster.

Her brain feels like goo and she hopes he doesn’t ask her anything right now. But, of course.

“Do you like my cock, Angel?” He asks as he moves his hand for her to answer. She only whines and nods, hoping that’ll suffice. But it doesn’t. He smirks as he leans in again, “Use you words.” His tone has goosebumps prickling her neck as she tries to muster up something to say.

“Mm, I- I love it, mm, Ani.” The nickname gets him where it hurts, he can feel how close he is. So, he abandons her mouth and moves his hand in between her body and the bed, circling her throbbing clit.

His metal hand grips the back of her head and pushes it into her sheets, keeping her quiet as he continues abusing her leaking cunt with his cock and fingers. Just as he begins to feel his orgasm coming even closer she babbles and moans, “Ani, I’m, oh my god.” As she clenches around him sporadically. “Good girl, come around me.” She does just that and it pushes him to the edge immediately, his hips stutter and his groans fill the room, he pushes to the hilt as he comes inside of her. Filling her up until it’s leaking out.

They both pant as he pulls out and she turns around. Anakin places a kiss on her lips, once, twice, three times before speaking, “You did so good for me, Y/n. So proud of you.”

“Thank you, Master.” She lazily smiles.

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Keep Your Religion

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Jedi AFAB!Reader

Words: 7630

Warnings: 18+ only. Starts off angsty then gets to the smut. Softer than usual Wolffe because that man would be madly in love when he finds his special someone. Lots of Kissing. Possessive Behavior/Words. Dirty/Sweet Talk..but mostly Sweet. Exhibitionism Kink if you like squint! Oral Sex (female receiving). Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Slight Breeding Kink. Wolffe is insatiable yall!

Summary: You try to end things with Wolffe because you fear your relationship will end badly due to the rules set in place for the Jedi and the Clones. Wolffe convinces you otherwise.

A/N: Can you believe I finished another fic? Neither can I. It was about time for another Wolffe fic so here you go my lovely humans. I hope you enjoy. Comments are always always always appreciated so let me know how I'm doing please and thank you. I do apologize that I'm not tagging, it hasn't been working for some reason since post editor changed permanently to this new looking editor. I'll try to figure it out I swear! P.S. this is the second of hopefully many more submissions for @clonexreaderbingo

Something about seeing him so relaxed and loose tugged at the strings of your heart. It was a rare sight, one you thought he would only grace you with when the two of you are alone together. But here he was, throwing back whatever shit drink the bar offered him and his brothers, all the while smiling at Cody’s remark about the new shinies embarrassing themselves in front of Anakin and Obi-Wan. You’re nursing your own drink in the corner, trying to find the best possible way to approach the booth without making a scene. He’d told you before that almost everyone close to him knew of your relationship, but you felt weird about dropping the pretenses. You were his boss, after all. Well, not completely his boss, but a commanding officer regardless. If you started acting extra friendly, you’re not sure how the rest of the Wolfpack would take it. 

As you swirl the spotchka around, you suddenly feel like someone is watching you, hunting you even. There’s only one man who’s ever made you feel so heated and just as you look up from the glass in your hand towards the group of Clones you were previously studying, you notice Wolffe staring you down, the slightest hint of a smirk flashing at you in an attempt to get you to react to his attention. 

Normally, you’d enjoy the subtle flirtatious expressions, even tease him a little to get a rise out of him before escaping to the nearest room to lure him for a private moment. Or, as private a moment as 79’s can offer a Jedi Master and a Commander of the Grand Republic Army. 

But tonight was different. Tonight, you came out to the Clone bar to decide the best way to end things with Wolffe. It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t want to push your luck any further. Things were getting worse by the hour, and you couldn’t afford losing Wolffe all because some assholes in the Senate didn’t think he deserved to love or to be loved by someone. Then there was the matter of the Jedi Council, and how strict they were becoming. It was already frowned upon before the war, and it only took a few months into this galactic conflict for them to push their ideologies even harder on everyone at the Temple. 

You would never forgive yourself if they punished him simply because you couldn’t stand being far away from him any longer. You narrow your eyes at Wolffe and down the rest of your drink, disappointed in yourself for not having the guts to tell him earlier. 

And for knowing that you probably wouldn’t be able to do it tonight. 

The smile on his face drops instantly when he notices you avoiding his gaze, and you curse yourself for ruining his night. It was going so well, and one look at you made the worry return to his mind again. 

Clutching your robes tightly, you pay the bartender quickly before excusing yourself and heading towards the bathrooms in the back. You could feel the tears threaten to spill down your cheeks and the last thing you wished for is for someone to see you and make a huge fuss about it. As you push through the crowd, you feel those same pair of eyes hold you down harshly, as if they were refusing you permission to leave without confronting them. 

Quickly wiping your eyes, you push open the doors and turn around to lock them behind you, only to nearly bump into the chest of the man you were hoping to avoid tonight. You gulp nervously, and before you can say anything, Wolffe tilts his head to the side and studies you closely, his eyes roaming down your body to see if anything needs his immediate attention. 

When he finds nothing out of the ordinary, he takes a step closer to you and shuts the door behind him, not bothering to lock it as he continues to back you up until you hit the wall. 

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you’re trying to avoid me.” His gaze is direct, unfaltering in the haze of lust he was sending you under. You furrow your eyebrows and try to look anywhere else but him, but as always, he doesn’t give you the easy way out. Grabbing the bottom of your chin, he turns you until you have no choice but to look straight into his eyes and respond. 

“What if I was?” You’re not sure what pushes you to say something so defensive, but the chuckle it gets out of him makes you realize you had already lost whatever game he was playing with you. 

“I’d say you should have gone to another bar.” He’s right. You know this, and he definitely knows this too. The ease with which he continues to have an effect on you would normally be welcomed, but you’re pissed at him. Pissed for being so weak for him. For not bothering to put up a fight. 

“But here you are…at the one place you knew I was coming to tonight.” Wolffe leans down and nudges your temple with his nose, breathing in the scent of your sweat and perfume, and forcing you to reach for him so you don’t topple over from the sheer amount of control he has on you. 

“So tell me mesh’la, what have I done to deserve the cold shoulder?” He whispers the question in your ear, slowly sliding his hands down your body until they reach your waist. You’re having a difficult time breathing, and you moan his name as you throw your head back when he squeezes your hips and pushes his chest impossibly closer into your own. 

“I- you didn’t…it,” you can’t form a coherent sentence, let alone a sensical thought, when you’re so overwhelmed by his presence alone. You thought he would laugh at you, but when his breathing becomes nearly as erratic as your own, you understand that he was genuinely trying to figure out if he’s done something wrong. His methods seldom changed, and you weren’t surprised that he was trying to get you to talk by touching you as intimately as possible without tearing your clothes off. 

“Don’t tell me I did nothing wrong…sir. Something must have happened, or else you would be begging me to have my way with you right now. So what is it? What have I done?” Wolffe repeats again, making you feel guilty for your behavior and for what you’ve been thinking of doing since the last time you were together. You remind yourself that he deserves someone better, someone who wouldn’t compromise his position in the GAR all because of their messed-up religion. He deserved so much more than you. 

And the mere mention of your rank made it worse.

“W-Wolffe, I umm, I can’t do this anymore.” You know this was the last thing he expected you to say because in the blink of an eye, he’s removing himself from you completely and putting space between your shaking body and his own wound up chest. When you muster up the courage to look into his eyes, a shiver courses down your spine. 

It has been so long since he’s given you such a look, one that was filled with nothing but suspicion and guardedness. He’s quiet for longer than you like, and when you reach for him in an attempt to console him, his frown deepens and he twitches away from you. You hadn’t expected such a reaction to hurt this much, but it does, and like before, you have no control over the stream of tears rolling down your chin. Again, it’s not what he expects to witness from you, certainly not after what you just declared to him, and when you sniffle to get yourself under control, he closes the space between you more aggressively than before, slamming his hands on both sides of your face and clenching his jaws tightly when he sees you pouting at him. 

“I don’t know what I’ve done, I don’t. But I’m sorry regardless. I am so very sorry. Whatever it is, we can talk it out. It’s not worth throwing away all that we have. Please. Just- krifff…tell me what it is I have done, and I will get down on my knees right now and beg for your forgiveness. But don’t do this, don’t give up on us.” In all your time knowing Wolffe, you’ve never once heard him speak with such a tone. He was always assertive, confident and unwavering in his commanding presence. 

But the only thing you could feel now is his fear. 

“You did nothing wrong, it’s me…it’s all me Wolffe.” You know this won’t be enough for him, but you try to convince him regardless. Then he drops his head against your shoulder and you know you won’t be able to hold out much longer. 

“I wasn’t born yesterday sweetheart. If you’ve ever held an ounce of respect for me, you’ll tell me what I did wrong. You owe me that much. I- I deserve to know.” If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was close to breaking down as well. 

“I do Wolffe, I respect you…more than anyone. You have to know that.” You hope he doesn’t turn away when you reach for him again, and as you cup his cheeks in the palms of your hands to raise his attention to you, you’re met with an expression you never thought you’d see on his features. 

“You haven’t done anything baby, it’s me. It’s…all me.” If you were a better person, you would have been consistent in your tone with him, but seeing him so torn down broke you, and you couldn’t not soothe him the way you always did whenever he comes back from a particularly difficult mission. 

“You deserve someone better Wolffe, someone who would never compromise your safety. Being with me is- it’s getting dangerous. The Council is becoming more strict…the Senate even worse. If they court martial you because you’re with me, I- I don’t know what I would do.” There’s something so gut-wrenching about the way he refuses to look away from your moving lips, and when you stop talking, he doesn’t blink once, his cybernetic eye focusing in and out before slowly blinking along with the other.

“Someone better?” It’s clear that he’s still hurt by the word vomit you threw at him, but whereas his voice showed it earlier, the shakiness and reluctance is gone now, replaced with a menacing, almost angry tone that you were too familiar with, one that you’ve witnessed during battle when his orders weren’t obeyed immediately. 

“I can’t give you what you want Wolffe, not without hurting you eventually…unintentionally. My- my religion, it’s becoming a threat to your well-being. It’s not worth the hassle. I am not worth the hassle. You could do so much better than-” Whatever you’re about to say gets lost in the damp air of the room as soon as Wolffe decides he’s heard enough of what was on your mind. He grips your neck tightly, winding his other arm around your back and violently pulling you into his embrace as he swallows your surprised shrieks. Your frown deepens for another moment before you surrender yourself to the possessive kiss, and Wolffe must feel you melting into his arms because he growls against your lips and claims your tongue without remorse. 

His hold on you only grows stronger when he feels your arms move to wrap around his neck, and when he’s sure you’re trying to get closer to him and not push him away, he tilts his head to the side and deepens the kiss, not caring for how messy or aggressive he’s being with you as he shoves his tongue past your lips and reminds you of what you could be missing if you got what you wanted and left him. 

As the need for air becomes difficult to ignore, Wolffe breaks the kiss and gives the two of you a moment of respite. When he opens his eyes and finds your orbs glistening with unshed tears, he swears beneath his breath and lunges for you again, the hand around your throat loosening for a fraction of a second before tightening around your jugular and forcing you to accept his rejection of your wishes. You moan into the kiss, allowing him to take whatever he wants from you, knowing that he wasn’t going to allow you to go through with whatever it is you thought you could get away with tonight. When he’s content with the reactions of your mind and body to his touch, 

“You nearly broke my heart, ner runi. Don’t ever say that to me again!” Wolffe refuses to let go of you, afraid you’d leave the room thinking that he agreed to the sentiment you dropped on him a second ago. When you say nothing in return, he shakes his head and crushes you into his arms, nuzzling into your neck and breathing you in to attempt and calm his nerves. He prays that you give him some form of an answer that confirms your understanding of what he just said, but when you don’t, Wolffe sighs heavily and pulls back enough to take a better look at you. 

“Wolffe, we need to talk ab-” Again, he doesn’t care for what you have to say and cuts you off, letting you know that this was definitely the end of the conversation. 

“No, we’re done talking. You can keep your religion sweetheart, I couldn’t care less for its consequences…but don’t you fucking dare and ask me to abandon mine.” His voice is firm, the familiar unyielding articulation confirming to you that he’s already made up his mind on the matter. There would be no more on the matter. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels like a bantha has lifted one of its feet off your chest. You look into his eyes and find them filled with a more familiar emotion, one that kept you going ever since you confessed your feelings to him. You thought it would be difficult to get him to accept your proposition, but you realize then and there that it was definitely harder for you to come to terms with your initial thoughts. 

You slowly smile at him, and it must be what Wolffe needs to hear to forget the last few minutes because his touches become less crazed and more soothing, a level of intimacy you’re always yearning for when the two of you are away from each other for too long. 

“And what...what is your religion?” You barely find the attention span to ask, the familiarity of his touch and his voice sending you down a spiral of lust-filled thoughts that only increased the longer Wolffe remained in your presence. 

“Your body is my religion cyar’ika, and I’m not planning on losing my faith any time soon.” The confession is lewd, mostly because he’s using your weakness to drive the message home. But as dirty as the admission sounded on his lips, you couldn’t help but sink into his embrace, wanting to hear more of him so you could forget about why you were here in the first place. 

“Is that s-so?” You’re practically shaking in his arms, and Wolffe uses your momentary distraction to tug your robes apart and leave a trail of kisses down your neck to where he wanted to bite you most. 

“Yeah,” he licks at your skin, wishing with all his heart he could have you right then and there. It’s not as if the two of you haven’t fucked at 79’s before. He just knew that you both needed something more, something that he can only accomplish in the privacy of his rooms. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to excuse myself for the night, tell the boys I have to finish reports for the General.” He slips a hand underneath the edge of your shirt, drawing circles on your waist until you slowly begin to roll your hips into him. 

“Ahuh,” you’re not really paying attention to what he’s saying, your body already frozen with anticipation now that it felt his hands and his tongue leaving marks across it again. 

“Focus,” he squeezes your ass, shaking it twice to get you to open your eyes and look past the haze to obey his next commands. 

“Yes sir.” You bite into your lip and giggle when he narrows his eyes at you and mumbles something about punishing you for being a tease. 

“You’re going to leave shortly after, something about being needed back at the Temple.” Your stomach twists in knots when you realize he’s using his ‘Commander’ voice on you, and you can’t help but wrap your arms around his neck and mold your lips with his own when you remember the last time he used that same tone on you. 

What a night it was. 

“And where w-will I actually be going?” You ask as soon as Wolffe pulls you away and breaks the kiss. 

“My room baby, where you’ll stay for the rest of the night.” He says matter of factly, as if you shouldn’t even be asking his such a question. 

“Pray tell, Commander. What will we be doing that- oh kriff, that will require me to spend the night in your quarters?” You throw your head back when his hand slithers up your body and cups your breast through your Jedi robes. You can almost feel the heat radiating off the palm of his hand, and the harder he gropes you through your clothes, the more you wish he would just push you down on all fours and fuck you into oblivion. 

“Well, I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I’ll be practicing my faith...and worshiping every inch of your body until the only thing you can feel is me.” The smirk on his face would be menacing if you weren’t so used to it by now, and you gasp lightly when he leans down and bites the skin of your shoulder peeking from beneath your cloak. 

“Oh gods-”

“That’s it, moan for me cyar’ika. I want the whole fucking bar to know who makes you feel good.” Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and pushes his leg in between, slowly moving you back and forth on him to give you a preview of what’s to come tonight. 

“Wolffe, please. I need you.” You fall forward against his chest, whining for him as he continues to move you across his thigh and dares you to come from such a simple touch. 

“Oh, now you need me?” You know he’s joking without looking at him, but the question throws you off guard and you snap your gaze up to see if he was hurt by what you said previously. 

“I- I didn’t…I’m sorry.”

“None of that.” Wolffe shakes his head, not wanting to ruin the moment by something so trivial. He slows down his touches but keeps you moving on him, hoping to distract you long enough to make this night a little better for the both of you. 

“Wolffe,” you call for him again, not in warning but in desperation, hoping that he can see how sorry you are for ever doubting what the two of you had. 

“That was cruel of me, forgive me sweetheart.” His voice is soft, so much sweeter than before, and you’re reminded by how quickly his mood changes whenever he senses you’re upset or angry. 

“How could you ask that when I am the one who hurt you?” You should drop it, everything that he’s done is proof that you should let this go and get back to more important matters, but you can’t stop yourself from asking him, wanting to know why he’s always so patient and caring with you when he was the one who deserved better. 

“You didn’t hurt me, cyare.”

“I did, I- I almost…”

“You could never hurt me, little one. Never.” Like before, he doesn’t care for whatever you have to say, not because he doesn’t value your words, but because he knows how difficult your relationship with him probably weighs on your mind. 

Even from the beginning. 

You study him for what feels like hours but is probably only seconds. And you wonder how anyone could ever think him cruel and rude when he was so loving and unbelievably long-suffering. Without warning, you throw yourself at him, mirroring his actions from before and shoving your mouth against his own to feel grounded. He doesn’t waste a second, pushing you harder against the wall and sucking on your tongue until you were a moaning mess in his embrace. 

“F-fuck, if you keep that up, I won’t- kriff, I won’t hold back.” Wolffe rests his forehead against yours, trying to keep himself in check so he doesn’t end up embarrassing the two of you by what his body is willing to do. 

“Then don’t!”

“You want me to fuck you right here, where anyone can walk in and see you getting filled with my cock?” He shouldn’t be surprised by how wanton you are, and although he knows he should step away and put some space between you and him, he can’t help but retort with his own teasing comment. 

“Please Commander.” You lean up and kiss his jugular, nipping at the skin just above his armor and soothing it with another kiss before laying your head back and meeting his intense gaze. 

“Always playing dirty. Just for that, you’ll have to wait.” Wolffe clears his throat and eyes you up and down before taking a few steps back. He barely manages to hold back from laughing when you stumble forward and nearly lose your footing. You’re about to complain when he raises a hand and silences you, furrowing his eyebrows at you in an attempt to look intimidating. 

“Another word, and I won’t give you my cock tonight.” He warns calmly, smirking immediately when you shake your head and tell him you’ll be good.

“No please, I’ll stop. I’ll behave, I swear.” 

“You’ll behave-?” The question trails until the room is silent again and you know instantly what you said wrong. 

“Commander.” You whisper to him as you try to fix your clothes and hair so you don’t look like you were fucked against a wall by the Commander of the 104th Battalion. You don’t dare smile at him, afraid he’d misunderstand the gesture for another one of your teasing expressions and completely throw the night away. 

“Good girl, now do as you’re told and I promise to reward you.” He watches you saunter past him and before you unlock the door, he smacks your ass quite harshly, watching you closely to see if you were going to behave or retort like you usually do. 

“Yes, sir.” You don’t dare give into his tricks, hoping to get through the next hour or so without getting distracted, or worse…caught. 

“Off you go.” He gestures for you to leave before him, and when you’re no longer in sight, he shuts his eyes and sighs in relief. Wolffe is not sure how the two of you got to where you are now, but considering the fact that he expected something like this to happen since you got together, he’s relieved that it was for reasons different from what his mind conjured up all those nights he spent alone in his bed. 

You walk out and move towards the bar again, your eyes roaming across the busy bar and waiting until Wolffe walks out before you make sure that no one noticed the two of you together. He follows you soon after, finding you almost instantly and winking at you before he heads towards his men. You watch as he tells Sinker to give him his helmet, and you assume they all roll their eyes not a second later because he told them he needed to get some paperwork done. 

But as soon as Cody looks at you, he knows what Wolffe is planning on doing, and before you can turn away from him, he raises his glass and smiles at you before downing the rest of his drink. You should be embarrassed at being seen, but something about the way the Commander gestures at you makes you smile, as if he was telling you that he hoped the two of you are okay. You shake your head at him and throw your hood up, walking to the Commander of the 21st Nova Corps to let him know you’ll be leaving earlier tonight. 

“Ah General, I was wondering when you’ll be joining us.” You smile at Commander Bacara and the boys, giving them a few credits to let them know the next two rounds were on you. 

“Sorry Bacara, I’m calling it early tonight. Needed back at the Temple!” You feel bad for lying to him, but as always, he doesn’t ask for an elaboration, telling you that he hopes you don’t have to do too much paperwork while you’re still on break. 

“See you later,” you nod at him and the others when they salute you, and just as you walk out of the bar, you vaguely hear them yell for the droid making its rounds to get them a round of quanya. 

“Hmm, didn’t peg them for the type.” You mutter to yourself as you step out into the chilly Coruscant air, looking around to see if Wolffe was anywhere to be seen or if he has already left. When you don’t sense his Force signature nearby, you make your way towards the speeder bike Anakin lent you and bring it to life, trying your best to contain yourself so you wouldn’t be caught by another Jedi nearby. 

You make your way through the streets as quickly as possible, and when you make it to the Temple, you park the bike nearby and think of the best way to make it through the barracks without being seen by any of the Masters…or Commanders. 

It’s not the first time you entered the barracks, and under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t be strange to see a Jedi making their way through the hallways. But it was nearly midnight, and you weren’t sure you could lie your way through a question if you were caught before you made it to Wolffe’s quarters. You’re about to reach out to the Force to see if anyone is awake when you hear footsteps approaching you from behind. The familiarity of its warmness sets your mind at ease, and you take a deep breath before you turn to face him. 

“Commander.”

“General, is there something I can help you with?” He’s putting on a show for the surveillance cameras, and you clear your throat before you tell him something about wanting to review the plans for the next mission. 

“Very well,” he’s curt in his response, and you get the sense that he may be avoidant because he has about as much control around you as you do whenever you so much as hear the mention of his name. 

“Thank you, Commander Wolffe.” He nearly falters in his steps at hearing you call his name, and he swears beneath his breath as a way of warning. You nearly smile at his reaction, but you remember how closely the guards watch the cameras and you choose to switch your attention to the ground. Not another word passes between the two of you, and as you reach his room, you feel your heart threaten to leap out of your chest at the prospect of finally spending a night with him. 

Up until now, the two of you had to make do with stolen moments and short breaks, whether on missions or back here. Neither of you have ever spent the night alone, and you find it fitting that tonight would be it. It’s comforting and nerve-wrecking all at once, and as soon as you step into his quarters, you allow yourself to take in the calm before the storm. 

Before the door slides completely shut, Wolffe is on you like a moth to a flame, nearly ripping your clothes off of your body as he pushes you down onto his bed. 

“W-Wolffe, I-” You try to ask him why he’s so frantic and crazed all of a sudden but he lets go of you and stands to his height, making quick work of his armor in record time all the while keeping you still with the mere look in his eyes. 

“I can’t do slow tonight, can’t wait another fucking second without having you.” You always admired how much care he puts into his armor whenever he’s taking it off or putting it back on, so seeing him drop each pass to the ground sends a zap of lightning down your spine. 

You mirror his actions without another word, throwing your boots and socks away before struggling to take your pants off. Moments later, you feel the bed dip once Wolffe crawls towards you, his muscles flexing in such a menacing way that makes you fall back into the sheets and wait for him to tell you what to do next. 

But then he says nothing, and you’re torn between asking him what he needs from you and letting you do whatever the fuck he wants. He reaches for the edge of your pants and tugs them right down your legs, not once blinking as he violently takes your sweater off and throws it somewhere behind him. You’re left in nothing but your undergarments, and as you twist your arms to take your bra off, Wolffe shoves your thighs apart and makes space for himself in between. 

“I need you, now.” His voice should terrify you, it should be enough of a warning for what he has in store for you. But you find it exhilarating, knowing that only you could get him to lose this much control. You try to reach for him, wanting to feel his skin beneath the tips of your fingers, but Wolffe shakes his head and grabs both of your wrists in one hand, slamming them above your head and tightening the hold he has on them while he slithers his other hand down your nude body. 

“If it were up to me mesh’la, I’d tie you to this fucking bed and have my way with you whenever I want. I’d- kriff, I’d fill you with my cum every minute of every fucking day…so everyone would know you’re mine…so they know that I’m yours.” He teases you through your panties, rubbing lazy circles across the damp spot quickly becoming larger. 

“Wolffe, please…take me.” You whine his name in desperation, hoping he’d finally give you his cock and end your misery. 

“I swear to the maker sweet girl, I’m going to fuck you all night long…kiss every inch of you, mark you with my teeth and hands until you’re my very own altar. I’m going to worship you baby, but only if you promise me one thing.” Wolffe slips his fingers beneath the flimsy material of your panties, rubbing at your clit furiously to get you to focus on him and him only. 

“A-anything…anything Commander.” You turn to the side and kiss his forearm, hoping he’d see how willing you are to do whatever he asks of you. 

“Pray for me.” As you look bite into his skin, Wolffe pushes his hard dick into your cunt, not bothering to give you a moment to get used to being so full before he starts fucking into you with sharp thrusts. You’re screaming his name instantly, arching your back from the sheer amount of pain and pleasure he was bringing upon you so quickly. 

“FUck, there we go…such a good fucking girl for me, screaming my name so sweetly. Go on ner Jetii’ika, tell everyone who fucks you like the perfect cockdumb whore you are.” He leans down and bites the top of your breasts, letting go of your wrists for a brief second so he can rip the last bit of clothing shielding you from his hungry eyes. 

“Wolffe…f-ffuck, oh gods…Wolffe!” You twist your fingers into his bed sheets, crossing your legs behind his back and whining for him when he descends down on you and sucks on your nipple. His hand seeks out your own, and when he intertwines his fingers with yours, he grunts and growls against your skin, reaching for the other breast and groping you harshly until the only thing you can feel is his tongue, and his hands, and his cock wreaking havoc on you. 

Wolffe knows he should slow down, perhaps be a little less demanding with you. But something about seeing you in his bed when everyone else is asleep makes him more possessive, more needy with your body. And it didn’t help how you were reacting to his advances, how completely you surrendered your body to him without so much as a question. He opens his eyes and roams them over your already bruising skin, and when he finds you wanting for more, he increases his pace and fucks you until you couldn’t even breathe out his name. 

You sense his gaze on you, and as you look through heavy-lidded eyes, you find him completely focused on your dazed expression. 

“Wolffe, I- I love you.” You’re not sure what makes you say those words now, but a voice in your heart told you this was the right moment. You’ve spoken before about what this thing between the two of you was, and you knew, as well as he, that this would be it. There would be no one else, not for him, and definitely not for you. 

But you’ve never actually said those words out loud. You’ve said it in the way you kissed him, in the way you gave yourself to him…and Wolffe had pretty much conveyed them to you with every stolen glance and every quick touch he managed to sneak when the two of you passed each other on the General’s ship. 

Like before, Wolffe hasn’t expected to hear you part with such a confession, now of all times. He falters in his pace for a brief moment before he sinks his cock into you and stills completely, wanting to be as close and connected with you as possible when he finally said what he’s felt for you since you introduced yourself to him. 

“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum…cyare.” You let out a quiet sob at the intimacy of the moment, and Wolffe wraps his arms around your neck and your waist to feel you against every bit of his skin. His thrusts are shallow, barely leaving you empty out of fear of losing this moment. You throw your arms around his neck and bring him flush against you, crying for him one last time as he seals your lips with his own and sinks into your wet cunt. 

The world comes to a halt around you, and all you can feel is Wolffe’s lips claiming your mouth just as he fills you with his seed. You come with him, shaking softly in his arms as his hot cum shoots into you and coats your walls with proof of his need to mark every fucking inch of you. It’s too much and not enough, and you push your heels into his ass in an attempt to bring him even closer to you. It’s not possible, you know that, but you want nothing more than to have him sink into your body until you weren’t sure where he ended and you began. 

Wolffe is fighting for his life, torn between giving you a second to breathe and quite literally stealing your breath to fill his lungs with your essence. He parts for a brief moment and looks at you, kissing your eyes softly before shoving his lips against yours again. You don’t dare ask him to give you a moment of respite, mostly because you’re sure you would miss him if he were to put space between your skin and his lips. 

Suddenly, the world turns around and you break the kiss unintentionally, gasping in surprise when he turns the two of you around until he’s laying on his back and you on top of him. You smile against his jaw when you feel his hands slide down your back and grab at your ass. As he starts moving your hips back and forth, you nuzzle into his neck and breathe in his scent, licking and kissing his skin the more he fucks his cum deep into your cunt. 

“W-Wolffe…”

“I’m not done with you yet, ner kar’ta.” The promise is both teasing and terrifying, but you can’t find it in yourself to hesitate, not when he was promising you the stars all night long. 

And he does, he brings you the heavens until you can no longer breathe without tasting the cosmos on your tongue. With every touch of his fingers, you beg him for more…more of his sweet words, more of his sinful kisses, more of his needy cock.

He fucks you until you lose your voice, and when he’s sure he’s rung your body of every ounce of pleasure it can offer him, he fucks you some more, filling your pussy until you were nothing but a mess, a mixture of his seed and your juices.

And then he pushes you down and parts your thighs to pull you apart with his tongue, and you feel that familiar heat rise in your chest all over again. You tug on his hair, torn between urging him to make you cum again and pleading for him to stop because you could no longer stand the pleasure. You were so sensitive, and Wolffe knew very well how painful the ecstasy was becoming, but some twisted part of him wanted to mark your cunt with his teeth and tongue as well. He wanted to devour you, body and soul. Your release comes in the form of a silent cry, and Wolffe laps up your mixed cum until you can’t take it anymore, softly pushing his shoulders away so he can slow down.

There is a lazy smile on your features, one that deepens further when you see Wolffe crawling on top of you and leaving a trail of wet kisses across your sweaty skin.

“Satisfied?” He dares to ask, lightly pinching your nipples when you don’t respond right away. You giggle at the touch, pulling him closer to you so he can kiss you some more. He melts into your body, roaming his hands across the tired muscles until he has no choice but to fall beside you.

You hum in response, studying his relaxed expression and laying the softest of kisses on his forehead before pulling him into your neck. Neither of you say anything, and only when your breathing steadies does Wolffe pull away to make sure you’re comfortable and asleep.

He sits up on his elbows and takes in his handiwork, biting his lower lip when he sees the bruises already forming all over your body. The contentment falters for a split second, but his worries evaporate when you sleepily reach for him and bring him back into your arms. He mutters his love for you one last time before surrendering to the comfort of your embrace, falling into a deep sleep almost as soon as he rests his cheek on your shoulder. 

It’s hours later when you wake, and you groan tiredly when the sunbeams hit your eyes and make it difficult to escape them. You turn to the other side and peek through your lashes, only to find Wolffe already wide awake, softly touching the length of your arm with his lips and nose, as if he was tracing every little mark he left on your body from last night. He looks up when he notices your breaths coming in erratically, winking at you and smirking at the sudden spirit of shyness falling over your tired form. 

“I can taste the sunlight on your skin.” He moans against your clavicle, lightly nipping at the skin over the bone when you turn away from him and hide beneath the sheets. 

“Hmm…such a smooth talker.” You groan from underneath the shield you’ve created, giggling like a little girl when Wolffe tugs them away and attacks your face with playful nips and kisses. 

“Only for you cyar’ika.” He whispers into your ear before biting at the space just below it, his touches becoming less playful and more needy as he takes in the way your body is reacting to his advances. 

“Wolffe, your lips feel so good.” You throw your head back and sink your nails into the muscles on his back, gasping for air the longer Wolffe continues to mark you up. It’s almost as if he was looking for spots on your skin he hasn’t left his bite marks or fingerprints on. Not that you were complaining. 

“Just my lips, General?” You can hear the smile on his handsome face, and you nearly push back to edge him on, but you realize it would serve you better to give into him and tell him what he wants to hear. 

“N-no, it’s everything you do to me Wolffe. It’s in your touch…your- your voice…your cock.”

“My little Jedi can’t get enough of me.” He shifts you in his arms until you’re laying on your stomach, and when you try to look back to see what he has in mind, he combs his finger into your hair and pushes you into the pillows until he has access to your back. When he hears whine his name, he descends down on you like a crazed man, sinking his teeth into the skin he wasn’t able to reach last night while pulling on your hair to remind you who was in charge. 

“Oh gods…never, Wolffe. Never. I want you all the kriffing time, even now…I just want you to- to,” you forget what you want to say, the need to commit this moment to memory outweighing whatever information your mind wanted to part with. It must be the reaction Wolffe was wanting for because he chuckles against your heated skin and finishes your thought for you. 

“Claim you?”

“Please.” You try to push the sheets away from you so you can feel him against your back, and Wolffe lets go of you for a split second to let you do whatever you wish, returning flush against you once you’re completely nude to his eyes. He’s on you in the blink of an eye, teasing you with the head of his hard cock while keeping a firm hold on your hips so you don’t move against him.

“Can’t really do that now, can I mesh’la?” He struggles through his words, his hungry eyes picturing all the things he still wants to do to you as you lay there beneath him, willingly submitting your entire self to him without a second thought. 

“You’re already mine, little Jedi. You’re mine, have been since you came here all those months ago and told me you wanted me.” He massages your back with his calloused hands, trying to come to terms with the fact that he will never be close enough to you. He’ll never get tired of this. He’ll never not want to touch you with everything he’s got. 

“But since you plead so sweetly,” you moan into the sheets as you feel him part your thighs and slowly sink his cock into your swollen cunt, keeping you filled to the brim and refusing to move until you begged some more. 

“Wolffe...” You reach back and tug on his hair to bring him closer to you, the need to hear what you do to him igniting a flame in your chest, one that only he could put out by showing you how much he craves you. 

“F-ffuck, you’ve ruined the mornings for me cyare. Now I- I won’t stop thinking of your wet, tight pussy when I…kriff, when I wake up.” Wolffe bites into your shoulder as he rolls his hips into you, no longer able to control his desires from you. He wanted you to know the effect you have on him, the hold you had on his very soul ever since you walked onto his ship and offered your aid all those months ago. 

“I’m yours Commander, always. Y-you can have me whenever you want.” You sigh heavily when he growls against your skin and continues to fuck into you without caring for how rough he’s being. 

“E-even at sunrise, General?” Wolffe chuckles as soon as your cunt clenches tightly around him at the mention of the honorific, letting you know that he enjoys calling you by your rank as much as he does when you moan his. 

“Especially at sunrise-” You barely manage to breathe out, smiling through the assault he was bringing on your body as you surrender yourself completely to him.

“My little tracinya,” Wolffe nuzzles into the crook of your neck, content with the way you seem to melt the harder he fills you with his cock. A part of him knows he should maybe discuss the incident from last night, but he finds it difficult to pay any mind to your words when he already has you so willing and wanting beneath him. 

Later, he would consider the little issue of your religion later. 

But for now, he was adamant on showing you his own.

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[jedibongrip]

au where the jedi council gets word that palpatine has a child bride hidden away on naboo so they're asked to arrest him and go in and rescue the child. they don't know much, so they don't really know what to expect they approach the lovely villa that was bought under a fake name, paid for with an off-planet account.

they certainly don't expect to find a surly sixteen-year-old who is VERY pissed off when he finds weird people in his home, who gets even more pissed off when he finds out that they arrested his husband.

(after a few hours of anakin screaming at them, and obi-wan, shaak ti, and mace all trying to calm him down, they find out his name, that palpatine bought him when he was 9, married him on tatooine, where even there he was too young for it to be legal. palpatine has been keeping him in many lovely homes on many lovely planets. anakin insists that palpatine should be released, that he loves his husband, that palpatine has never hurt him, at least not on purpose.)

anakin technically doesn't have legal citizenship for any planet or system except tatooine, since his marriage was never legal, so palpatine's citizenship and diplomatic privileges don't extend to him. anakin tells the jedi that palpatine told him that all his remaining family died after he took anakin off planet. he's never had a job or friends (but he insists his husband is his friend) or any life outside of slavery or marriage. in the end, the jedi bring anakin with the coruscant, and ask obi-wan, who anakin seems to like the most (which isn't saying much, he hasn't stopped glaring at any of them since they found him) to keep an eye on him.

(if this is an a/b/o au then maybe >:] anakin also has a kid with palps. he spends the whole trip back cuddling his baby and snarling at anyone who tries to touch them. it's only after his kid throws up (space motion sickness) that he even THINKS about letting obi-wan touch them, if only to help anakin clean up. this also means that as much as anakin refuses to testify against sheev, everyone knows that he's going to prison. anakin is 16, still underaged, and he has an almost two year old kid. they know the dna will match sheev. as much as anakin fights them when they try to take a sample from his baby, by the time the results come back, he's so numb with fear and despair that he hardly reacts)

anakin ends up staying on coruscant while the trial plays out. obi-wan spends the most time with him, trying to get him set up in an apartment, trying to get him set up with school and friends and helping him figure out citizenship. he's surprised when he finds out anakin can use the force and he often brings anakin back to the temple, sparring with him and letting him use the training sabres that they use for younglings. (and anakin looks so young when he's laughing and having a good time, in the moments between when he remembers how angry and alone and betrayed he feels). obi-wan makes the mistake of letting anakin drive once, before he makes him sign up for a driving test.

in the end, palps is found guilty (as everyone expected, not even the best lawyers in the galaxy could fight the fact that anakin was bought and married younger than any system deems legal) and all the friendship and trust that anakin built with the jedi is shattered again. obi-wan does his best to keep in touch, sending little trinkets and letters and dropping by. but with palpatine in jail, the jedi have other matters to attend to.

basically obi-wan spends a few years just occasionally sending letters and gifts to anakin, hoping that he's alright, and then one day he runs into anakin again, all grown up, and somewhat well adjusted. he's still angry about how everything turned out, but he's not angry at obi-wan, not anymore. and he'd actually really like to be friends with him again, maybe, if obi-wan wants to as well.

(and then they fuck and it cathartic for both of them and they fall in love and obi-wan tries really really really hard not to think that he's having sex with the same person sheev did lmao)

#bongrip ideas #obikin #<- for the blacklist sorry main tag #m #no i did NOT use spell check and i will not be proof reading cuz now i gotta write an essay

[thechaoticfanartist]

Why Grim Kennet Doesn't Tell The Jedi Council About Darth Sidious

Grim has multiple opportunities to tell the Jedi Council about Sidious. Never once does she tell them. But for every single time, there is a reason behind it.

Opportunity 1): Grim's first appearance

When Grim talks to the Jedi Council for the first time, she tells them that there is something she wants to prevent, but doesn't elaborate any further than that.

"No," said Grim. "Since I'm here, I want to try and prevent a terrible ending from happening," she told him. "I want to save as many lives as possible, if I can. I don't care that I could leave things as they are, if there's even the slightest chance that I can save lives, change the ending, then I can't pass it up."

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part I: The Calm, Chapter 1: In A Galaxy Far Far Away

This would have been the golden opportunity for her to tell the Jedi Council about Sidious and Order 66. From the very beginning she had the perfect chance. But she never says anything about it. Why?

Well to start: Grim is a 14 year old teenager who just had her life completely changed. She is in another universe. A universe that was supposed to be completely fictional. A universe that she has grown up adoring.

It isn't real for her yet. It takes her an entire year for her to really process the fact she is in Star Wars. And that facing this, she is in a real war. And there are consequences for everything. And all of this danger that was fictional is actually real, and is a danger to her.

By this point in time she's only been in Star Wars for a few hours. She hasn't fully processed being in another universe. It's still just a story to her. Telling the Council here would break that immersion in this story.

Grim even admits that she hadn't fully processed the fact of being in another universe when she became a Jedi later down the line:

"....When I first decided to become a Jedi, I was awestruck, and yes, I was certain then when I made that decision, the fact that I may never return, I didn't consider that. Don't get me wrong, I don't regret it for an instant…but I can't help but wonder about everything I left behind in favor of this life."

- Grim Kennet to Obi-Wan Kenobi, The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part II: The Clouds, Chapter 14: A Secret Kept And A Secret Told

It was still fictional to her. She hadn't considered everything. She was awestruck. To tell the Council about Sidious would break the immersion of the moment. A moment where she was awestruck and at the same time just not fully thinking through it all.

In fact, the idea of Sidious and Order 66 and telling the Jedi Council about all of that, it didn't occur to her at that moment. All she knew was that she wanted to be a Jedi, because that was a childhood dream she didn't think would ever be possible because Jedi weren't real. Now suddenly they were.

Opportunity 2): The Deception Arc

Grim's second opportunity to tell the Jedi Council is ironically enough when she had planned to do so.

With Obi-Wan faking his death to protect Palpatine, it upset Grim. She wasn't told about his mission, and understandably so. However she felt that because she would have known about it no matter what, and the Jedi Council was aware of this she should have been informed. This leads her to come up with a plan out of spite.

Obi-Wan was trying to protect Palpatine? Well, then, what if the truth about the Chancellor came out? There’s more than one deception at play, Master. And I can see through every one of them.

- Grim Kennet's thoughts, The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 20: The Moment Of Truth And The Moment To Lie

However, this plan goes horribly wrong. Rather than just telling the Council about this, she feels it would be best to gather evidence first. Which under usual circumstances, would be a smart move. However she is dealing with a Sith Lord, and is only a teenage Padawan. (She's 16 by this point in the story.)

Outside of this her entire plan is built in anger. This isn't her wanting justice against Palpatine. She's angry with Obi-Wan and the Council for keeping the plan hidden from her when she would have been aware of it either way.

She doesn't even have a full plan for this. Grim just breaks into Palpatine's office with the hopes that she can find proof he is a Sith Lord. Proof that she can take to the Jedi Council.

But Sidious catches her. And this is very important, because this encounter is the reason she continues to not tell anybody. She gets caught by Darth Sidious, the most powerful Sith of that time. And it scares her.

She barely manages to escape the whole situation alive. The only reason she even survives is because Sidious is curious about her, because he's been suspicious and already knows a few things. She's lucky to escape.

When she runs into Windu she has the opportunity to tell him about what happened. But she's terrified of what Sidious might do. So she lies about how she got hurt.

A week after Obi-Wan returns Grim faces Sidious again. This time things go even worse. She gets a scar, and she ends up telling Sidious about being from another universe. And it terrifies her. She's afraid of Sidious doing something to hurt the people she loves.

She should tell someone about what had happened, but what if Sidious did something?

She couldn't think straight. She didn't feel safe on this roof. What would Sidious do?

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 21: Scars And Ghosts

So she's afraid and her fear holds her back from telling anyone anything. Not about Palpatine being a Sith Lord. Not about fighting Sidious. Not about how she got her scar. Her fear controls her, and for every other opportunity her fear overpowers her.

Opportunity 3): The Jedi Council learns Grim has fought Sidious

On Mandalore Grim teams up with Maul against Darth Sidious. This plan fails miserably. Obi-Wan has to rescue Grim from him. In the process he learns that this isn't Grim's first encounter with the Sith Lord.

When they return to the Jedi Temple, they immediately speak to the Council about what happened. And Grim is completely honest. She tells them that this wasn't her first time fighting Sidious. And she tells them what happened in her previous encounters with him. That he knows she's from another universe.

Grim tells them everything.

Except she doesn't tell them who Sidious is. And when she's asked about his identity she freezes. When Yoda tries to convince her to tell them before she shouldn't be dealing with any of this alone Grim just tries to shift the blame to Obi-Wan for the fact that he went to Mandalore without the Council's permission.

But it doesn't work. Eventually Grim admits she's afraid.

“I’m scared.”

“And you’re allowed to be, but don’t let this fear cloud your judgment.”

“I know that, but…” She didn’t have an excuse.

“But what?” asked Obi-Wan. “What exactly is it that you’re so afraid of?”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 27: Cracked Hearts

And Grim doesn't tell them. But it's revealed through her thoughts:

That Sidious has planned this too.

Grim is afraid that Sidious has planned for to go to the Council. Especially after the fact that it wasn't just her that escaped him this time, but Obi-Wan as well.

By this point in time those first two encounters with Sidious had happened a year ago. He has had time to plan for Grim. And that's what she's afraid of.

And she has a reference for when Sidious has counted on the Jedi Council being told about him. The entirety of Order 66 was set in motion by Anakin telling Windu that Palpatine is Sidious. Here Grim is afraid of the exact same thing happening because of her.

Opportunity 4): Windu asks Grim about Palpatine

In one of the most infuriating moments in all of The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Grim has the best ever opportunity. She gets directly asked about Palpatine.

As the Jedi left the Chancellor’s office Windu stopped Grim and pulled her to the side. “Padawan Kenent, a moment.”

Grim looked at him confused, “what is it, Master Windu?”

“I noticed how uncomfortable you were with the Chancellor.”

“Okay?” she asked, still confused. “I just don’t like him.”

“Grim, this isn’t the first time I’ve noticed this. When Master Kenobi was informing the Chancellor about Maul-”

“What are you saying?”

Windu sighed. “You know things, Grim. Is there something the Council should know about the Chancellor?”

- The Clone Wars Gets A New Victim, Part III: The Rain, Chapter 29: The Final Chance

Here she is, directly asked, by Mace Windu himself, the golden opportunity handed right to her.

And yet, she says nothing.

Why?

It's because of everything else that happened earlier in this chapter. This is not a moment where fear wins. This is a moment where Grim has given up.

This entire chapter followed Grim trying to save Fives. She helps him to gather proof. All her hopes rely on him. But when they reach Palpatine it all goes downhill.

She has been immensely traumatized by her previous encounters with him as Sidious. And it shows. There is a point where Grim's PTSD is triggered, and Palpatine sees it.

Later Grim joins Anakin and Rex to help find Fives desperate to save him. Everything goes wrong. And before Fives is killed, Anakin says something that really affects her.

“The Chancellor isn’t capable of what you claim."

And Grim is right there to hear this. A person who has been tortured, scarred, traumatized, and nearly killed by Palpatine. Hearing Anakin not believe Fives about him being involved in a plot against the Jedi hurt her. And her faith in herself about being believed about Sidious.

And then Grim watches Fives die. And by this point he had become her last hope at stopping Order 66. At stopping Sidious.

She's at the meeting afterwards too, having gotten involved in everything. And Palpatine uses that against her. Manipulates her. Because she had panicked earlier and had protected him over Fives. And he knows she wouldn't have done that. So he's adding to her guilt, preying on it. And he knows now how much he can affect her because he saw how traumatized she is because of him. He's trying to break her down. And he succeeds.

So when Windu asks her about him. She can't bring herself to tell him. Because she has been broken down.

And because of that she believes it is too late.

Opportunity 5): Revenge Of The Sith

After rescuing Palpatine, Grim comes clean about the terrible events she wants to stop that she told the Jedi Council about when she first arrived. However she doesn't tell them how it happens. Again it's because of her fear. She's afraid it's too late. She's afraid that Order 66 can't be prevented.

She tries again the next day to overcome her fear. She speaks with Yoda, but she still can't bring herself to tell him everything.

Obi-Wan tries to get Grim to talk to him multiple times. But again her fear continues to win. Her fear leads to her downfall.

She spies on Anakin and Palpatine, she could tell Anakin about him then, but she doesn't. She feels she has already lost him to the dark side.

And after all of that. She gives up.

Her fear wins.

And she never tells anyone. And it's too late. Because the next day it's Order 66.

Conclusion:

At first it was fictional. Grim hadn't processed the fact she was in another universe, not fully. The idea didn't even occur to her at the very beginning.

Then she encountered Sidious. And she was terrified of him. And her fear won again and again. It kept winning until she herself lost.

Grim was afraid, and traumatized, and a kid. That's why she never told anyone. Even though she knew she should.

#grim kennet #grim vs palpatine #grim and the council #tcwganv meta #tcwganv essays #have a 2k word essay about TCWGANV that literally nobody asked for

[ahqkas]

𝐨𝐨𝐨. A HAND TO HOLD AT NIGHT ; anakin skywalker

pairing! padawan!anakin skywalker x gn!padawan!reader

synopsis! anakin absolutely dreaded the long assignments because they came with a lot of cons. one of them being away from you for such a long time absolutely sucked. so when he's finally holding your hand after four months, everything is okay again

warnings! fluff, i rewrote my old fic for this one so the writing might seem off, anakin & reader r cheesy with each other (they're so in love ew), kissing, i think thats all lmk if i missed smth !!

word count! 1.4k

note! wanted to write something for younger anakin when he was still (or partly 🤨🤨) happy and this is what came off ,

likes, reblogs & comments are deeply appreciated as i love interacting w my writing<33

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Anakin Skywalker felt nothing but tiredness.

Although he didn't confess his feelings to everyone (including his master, Obi-Wan, who could sense almost every shift in his emotions which sometimes really sucked) the longer the missions took the more he became exhausted. He even tried and succeed to keep the 'secret' from you because he knew how protective you could get of him. He missed you. The council as if on purpose decided to separate you two by giving you different assignments (Anakin felt like his entire day was ruined when he found out the little detail).

That day he felt like walking into the room full of the group of old individuals and tell them a piece of his mind but he would either get kicked out of the Jedi Temple or get an hour long scolding from Obi-Wan. Something told him he would face both and the ideas certainly didn't excite him to the core.

Today was different.

He would finally see you again.

After rather extended mission full of boring meetings when Senators from near planets would sit and discuss politics, he was finally home and nearing your room. You didn't know he already returned but he was trying to surprise you and hopefully it would be in a nice way.

Your relationship was something confusing yet special to both of you, as you needed to keep it a secret not only in front of the council but in front of your masters as well (you were positive some would end the whole thing just because of that). Yes, it was an added weight to your shoulders but it was worth it. Anakin made every second of your (soon to be, you hoped) relationship the best thing of your life and if someone asked you if you regret any of it, you would say no without any doubt. He was nothing but sweet and caring towards you, sometimes he acted like a brat and teased you to no end but that's what made him Anakin and you adored him for that. But the kiss he's gifted you right before he left was haunting you with every thought of him.

The said Padawan was currently standing in front of the large door that lead into your room as he prepared himself for his next step. He hasn't seen you for at least four months now and he wasn't sure if you still saw him in the way he's seeing you. The time he was away from your presence made him a little self-conscious and he wasn't exactly proud of that fact. Did you find someone else? Or did you finally decided to follow the rules and report him for being so reckless and falling for you.

Anakin stuck his head into your room while gripping holding the doorframe, having a direct view of you sitting on the bench thing like in front of your bed and scribbling into something that looked like a notebook. Next to you was the green and white droid he's built and given you just before he took of with his master as a way to tell you he's coming back home to you. He hoped you believed that.

When he heard your chuckle, his eyes raised in a messy movement to meet yours. He kind of expected to find you softly laughing at something you drew or wrote into the book as that's what you often did around him. Meaning you were showing him how comfortable you are in his presence which he was grateful for. It was nice to have someone to care about you after a long time. But your eyes met his in the middle, making his form freeze in the doorframe. Cocking an eyebrow at him, you let a grin spread on your face. "You seriously though I wouldn't notice you with the Force? Come on, Ani, I've spent an awfully long time with you since we were, what, ten? You can't fool me with your tricks anymore."

Anakin shook his head, his lips mirroring yours into a smile as he did a little run to your bed. "That's a shame, I was quite enjoying myself back there."

He sat down next to you on the bench and eyed you with a mindful look in his eyes. You didn't change in the slightest, still the same person he's grown to like to tease about the simplest things and yet his feelings still found a way into your heart. Then his eyes shifted to the droid which has been spinning in half circles around you two. Anakin could tell the little thing was excited to see his maker again. His hand went to pat the head of the droid. "What's his name?"

A look into your eyes and he already knew the answer. "No way, [Nickname], still no name? You're probably the most indecisive person I know. I bet if I asked you to join the dark side with me, you still would take your time to answer me."

You laughed with a small shake of your head as your cheeks warmed slightly. You knew he was just teasing so you decided to bite him back. "Oh no, I would definitely join you. You asking me to join the dark side? Sign me right in."

And after that Anakin was full on laughing now, his cheeks hurting in the process of how much he's smiled. He hasn't been doing that often since he was away and there wasn't any reason to show happiness so he didn't. But now when he's here with you he doesn't have to hide his emotions. "So you can't decide on a name but if I offered you probably the worst thing in the galaxy you have your decision made in a minute. Not very Jedi move from you."

"Since when do you care about the Jedi code, Ani. Your actions told me different things when I last saw you those months ago."

Anakin's shoulders relaxed and he placed his hand gently over yours, feeling the warmth he missed. Everything about you calmed him down and brought some piece of comfort. "You know I didn't mean it like that and the kiss I've given you was very real." At least to him. "I'm not the one to make fun of as something serious as our relationship."

Your palm turned around under his and intertwined your fingers together, squeezing now his hand in your hold just a bit tighter to make your point clear. "I know. It was as real to me as this moment is. And so is our relationship. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Anakin, and I hope you feel the same way."

Anakin felt his heart jump from the new feeling he was experiencing in his chest at that moment. Hearing you say such words to him while directly holding an eye contact was a precious thing to him. "Of course I feel the same way. From the moment I met you, all those years ago, a day hasn't gone by when I haven't thought of you. The thought of not being with you makes my stomach turn over, my mouth goes dry. So don't ever question my feelings towards you because I promise you they won't change. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. Not in ten years."

A silent gasp got stuck in the back of your throat at his rushed words because no one ever told you words like his. They were filled with urgently to be said, to be heard and full of emotions a Jedi simply couldn't feel to another living being. You knew it was wrong to form an attachment like this but you never felt more alive than right now. And you liked that. So with a blink of your eyes, you leaned closer to him, your forehead touching his as you watched his eyes widen. "Then kiss me again. Kiss me until I'm sick of it."

And with your words of a mutual agreement, Anakin pressed his lips against yours in a warm kiss, convincing your mind to solemnly focus on him and him only. Your hand find its way to rest on the apple of his cheek whilst his own went to cup the back of your neck, leaving you to press your lips a little harder, to kiss him more. All while your hands were still laying next to you, symbolising how things are going to be from now on.

Together until the very end.

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[clonetroopercantina]

So I'm rewatching all of Star Wars in timeline order right now and I just finished season six of The Clone Wars. I know other people have said most of this before, but I have some frustrations to air.

Every single member of the Jedi order at the time of the Clone Wars is completely incompetent. When they found out that the clone army was created (in part) by Dooku, they were basically just like "huh I wonder what that means" and then moved on and allowed themselves to get killed as a result. We all know that Dooku told Obi-Wan that the Sith control the senate and Obi-Wan just denied it and didn't do anything. I don't care that creating an army is maybe not a valid solution to any problem, but at least Sifo Dyas was willing to question the council's judgment and decided to do something about the fact that the Republic was collapsing. I think Qui-Gon should've been smart enough to figure out the whole plan (I feel like he probably inherited some of Dooku's skepticism towards the council and the Republic establishment) if he hadn't died but - guess what - we see in the very next episode after they find out about Dooku's role in the Clone Army's creation that Qui-Gon has kinda been alive the whole time and hasn't done anything. I guess maybe his abilities were just too limited because he didn't finish all of his force ghost training stuff before he died. Dooku was smart enough to question the council too but he obviously took things a little too far. If the council had been competent from the beginning, that wouldn't've happened, though.

Basically, I think that Dooku, Qui-Gon, and Sifo Dyas together could've prevented the Clone Wars and Palpatine's rise to power if two of them weren't dead (ish) and they had all made better decisions.

Thank y'all for your time

#star wars #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #the clone wars #clones #clone #clone trooper #the clones #tcw #sw tcw #sifo dyas #count dooku #dooku #qui gon jinn #jedi council #jedi order

[kennet-kenobi]

thinking about "i don't want to die obi-wan" again. just the whole scene tears my heart out.

grim feels she has lost and that she watched anakin fall the night before. she's on her way to utapau. where order 66 will happen to her and obi-wan. obi-wan will survive. she knows this. but she's not obi-wan. and she's not afraid of death, but suddenly she is terrified. this grief for everything that hasn't happened yet crashes down onto her. she could die. she's always known that, she's been fighting in the clone wars for three years. but she never actually was afraid to. now she is. and it's because if she dies obi-wan loses both his padawans in one day. but at the same time how fitting would it be if her death was with the thousands of other jedi she had grown to see as family? because she learned that belonged with them, so perhaps her death should as well. except what about obi-wan? that would break him. and to lose anakin so soon after?

obi-wan finds grim crying. he asks her what's wrong. "i don't want to die" she says. he thinks she's afraid of dying to grievous. but grim tells him that's not what she's afraid of. and she doesn't have to tell him what she's afraid of because a couple of days ago grim told the entire council that she was afraid she couldn't stop the destruction of the jedi order and the republic. so obi-wan knows then that grim is afraid to die with that. but she won't explain further. she just cries and he holds her. unable to comfort her. then she asks, no, begs him to not give up hope if she dies, because she's so convinced she'll die. and just the idea of obi-wan losing his hope would kill grim further. he tells her to not give up hope either. except she has. and yet hope is all she has so she keeps trying to find it in obi-wan. grim begs him to not let her die. he says he won't. he'll make sure they both survive (whatever it is that's to come, because he doesn't know and grim won't tell him) .

"promise?" grim asks. it's not something he can promise. they both know it. "promise." he replies.

#grim kennet #obi wan kenobi #grim and obi wan #infinite sadness; order 66 & tatooine #I'm counting this as order 66 shush

[lifeinpurplestars]

Do not fear my child, I'm here.

'I don't want to be him anymore'.

Obi-Wan turned fast to where his former padawan and best friend was standing. They were talking in the hall, next to the Jedi Council Chamber. Anakin was expected to spy on the Chancellor and although, he had doubts himself and he knew that his brother would hate the assignment, he never expected to hear such a statement.

'I beg your pardon?', he asked softly, moving towards Anakin cautiously, as if he was a wild animal trying to run away.

Maybe he was after all.

He could not blame him at all.

'I do not want this burden anymore, master. I do not want to be the Chosen One, always trying to fulfill the impossible requests of the Council, trying to impress them, hiding from the Chancellor because I feel used by both the Senate and the Jedi Council, I don't...'

'That's how you feel? Used by the Chancellor?', asked Obi-Wan seriously concerned. He hasn't seen this coming.

'I feel... I don't know. I feel as if.. ', he turned his face, half-hiding in the shadows. He started to walk away from him, as if he had been defeated after a long and filthy battle. He couldn't stand the sight of it. It felt as if he was losing him, as if it was already too late.

'Anakin.. '

'Don't, Obi-Wan. I will do as I was told, it's my duty'.

He tried to think fast, he thought about what he should say as a master, as a council member, as a general of the Republic. But he found that no words came to his mouth. And as the figure of his former padawan disappeared fom the hall, he understood. He knew that Anakin needed him now more than ever.

4 hours later....

'I've been looking for you all over the place, my young friend', he said as he sat in the roof of an abandoned building.

'How did you find me?', asked a closed eyed Anakin. The light was iluminating him in a strange way, making him look much older than what he really was.

'Did you really think I didn't know about your hiding spot? You used to come here as a teenager after a fight with me or one of your classmates', he said half laughing while sitting close to him. He closed his eyes, breathing the air. He felt danger, anguish, fear in the Force.

'You did, didn't you?', asked a bewildered Anakin, whose eyes were shining with unshed tears, 'I felt like crap. I felt I wasn't enough'

'That's make two of us... I felt I wasn't enough too', he confessed.

'You've always been the best master in the Council, they adore you, they have always adored you, my master', whispered Anakin looking to the sky.

'You misunderstood me, my friend. I wasn't talking about the Council, but about you. I worried, I worried all the time that I wasn't enough for you, I still worry if I may confess in these dark times we're living in...'

'Because I'm the Chosen One', said Anakin looking away.

'No. I worried, I still do worry..... because you were my padawan,you were and you will always be my child. Not the Chosen One', he stated.

Anakin turned to him, looking as if the sky had suddenly burst into flames. He looked as if he was 9 year old again, scared, lonely, grabbing his hand with his tiny little hand. He can still feel how small he was, how precious.

'I never wanted you to be the Chosen One either. I just... wanted you to be safe, protected, to feel taken care of, to be healthy... to be calm. To be happy. If I could, I would spare you all the weight you carry in your shoulders. Did you really think I want you to have such a fate?', he continued talking, he needed to speak from his heart, he felt as if he would never have any other chance. The Force itself was screaming and Anakin himself looked as if he could vanish into thin air. He breathed deeply, closing his eyes again. He wouldn't be afraid, Anakin needed him. He thought of all those years they had spent together, all those memories, all the tears and laughs.

'Master, master!!! Look at me!!', a 10 year old Anakin Skywalker was dancing and running in the rain, astonished to see snow for the first time in his life.

'I don't feel good, Obi', cried a 11 year old padawan. He had broken his arm, not daring to tell him because he'd been podracing again. He carried the child to the Healing Halls, scared to death the kid could die from this pain they were both feeling.

'Thank you my master..', said a 20 year old Knight as he gave him his braid, 'I'm a Jedi thanks to your teaching'

'Do you remember the last time you were hurt in battle, Anakin?', he asked to his brother, who looked at him not knowing what to say. He smiled, ' I was far far away from you and I received a transmission from one of your soldiers, asking for help. You've been hit and your wound had been infected. By the time I had arrived to your post, you have become delirious... I stayed by your side.. praying you would recover. I had been ordered to return to my post. But I couldn't.... Only when I knew you were feeling better, I went back. Mace was there.... and he told me I wasn't to be trusted at all. He told me I would always choose you over the galaxy, and you know what? It's true, Anakin. You know why? Because you're not the Chosen One for me. You're not a Jedi Knight, not a general. You're my brother. You're my child, you're my kid.

Anakin was crying hard at this point, but he couldn't stop talking. He opened his arms, as he had done so many times when he was a child and he hugged him tenderly.

'I will stay by your side, I will keep you protected, I swear. Whatever's going on, you may confide in me, my padawan. I will protect you, I will stay by your side until the end. I will gladly give you my last breath. And you listen to me well', he said as his forehead touched Anakin's forehead. He smiled as Anakin looked at him with those big blue eyes, ' No one will use you anymore, nor should anyone have done that before. I'm here. Do not fret, my child, do not fear. I promise you as I promised my master I would train you, as I promised myself I would not fail you'

And he stopped talking, hugging and comforting his former padawan, the most importan thing in the whole galaxy for him, the most precious living thing in the whole universe. He hugged him while his child, his brother, his best friend cried a ocean of tears. He hugged him as Anakin Skywalker confessed his sins, his fears, his secrets.

And he hugged Luke and Leia Skywalker, one month later, in Naboo, as he saw Padme and Anakin laughing as younglins while looking at him doing faces so the kids would smile., after having defeated the Lord Siths putting the war to an end.

And they live happily ever after as a happy family.

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• Heaven Lost an Angel •

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Summery: Today's the day of your tests! After that and the council deems you fit enough for extreme missions, the ones they would usually only let Jedi that have been in their ranks for ages go on.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 2,305 (:D)

A/n: Again sorry for the dad jokes... you'll know it when you see it.. *mental face palm* why am I likee thissss. AND im so sorry I took forever to get this out I hope you like it!

°•. Chapter 3 .•°

• No one's POV •

"Master Yoda, We should send her back as soon as possible." Obi-wan said as he paced.

Yoda chuckled, "Trust the Noavian you must. Interested I am, why Master Shay leave you want?"

"Because she isn't meant to be here. She may want an adventure but she hasn't seen much." Obi-wan grumbled, slightly waving his hands around.

"I'm Afraid, She has. Pain she has gone through, but push on she has. MMmmmmm. Stay with you and your Padawan she will, and accompany you on assignments she will." Yoda nodded and chuckled, walking off leaving Obi-wan alone and cranky in the room they were talking in.

• Shay's POV •

"What is wrong with that guy. He always looks like he has a stick up his as-" I was doing a hand stand while moving multiple objects around while talking to myself but I was cut off when Anakin walked in.

"We'll you look... In the zone" Anakin waved his hands in my direction. I slowly placed the objects down and then put my right hand onto the ground. I closed my eyes and chuckled at his way of phrasing it.

"Its how I train with the force and meditate." I told him while still keeping a clear mind.

"Well it sure looks exciting- wait didn't your old master say you do this all the time-?" He asked,

"Yea, why? I love to meditate, doesn't this temple do it or am I just stupid?" I asked back,

"We meditate, but not like this." He exclaimed,

"Ohhhh, No I only do this when I want to meditate and work on upper body strength while focusing on keeping those objects afloat, and having that conversation" I stated, opening my eyes then finally pushing up and landing on my feet.

"Do you like not do this?" I asked, tilting my head.

"No." Anakin raised his brow questioningly as I started to open my wings. But I was only stretching, raising my hands over my head and my wings out as far as I could.

"Anakin where have you-... been..?" Obi-wan walked in only to see my out-stretched wings. Without me knowing he admired the color of them but snapped out of it when I folded them back in and Anakin was right behind them walking his way.

Anakin raised his brow at Obi-wan but I stood slightly confused. "Only talking with Shay don't get too jealous" Obi-wan spluttered but quickly covered it up.

"Uhhhhh, I got to do something but I can't remember what it was..." I snapped my fingers, trying to place what it was, as I trotted up to the pair.

Obi wan coughed then glanced back at me, "Do you now?"

"uh- Oh I know, I gotta do my test soon. Wait! I HAVE TO DO MY TEST SOON!" My slow mind processed the information and quickly realised what I hadn't remembered was my test. Quickly, I pushed past Space Jesus and Sky Guy, "Cya later guys!" I opened my wings and jumped into the air, silently thanking who ever built this temple that these particular halls were really wide.

I dodged any poor soul that was coming down the hall as I desperately tried to get to the west platform in time. I landed with a thump and jogged out through a large double doored entrance onto the platform where Master Yoda and Windu were watching as a Padawan flew the course.

"Forgot you had," Yoda chuckled and pointed to me, "Next your test is."

"Got it" I smiled kindly at him giving him a two-fingered, halfhearted salute. I focused back on the course taking mental notes and was startled out of my daze when Seago landed near me.

"Your turn big wings" Seago grinned at me, I gave him a thumbs up and walked over to Windu,

"Just whenever I'm ready right?" I asked, Master Windu gave a curt nod. I took a step back before jumping off the platform, yet I didn't outstretch my wings yet.. we had to dive then fly the course back up.

I squeezed threw a narrow part of the course without braking my speed or concentration. I weaved threw some poles trying to climb in height quickly. Then the lasers. I don't think they were harmful, maybe but ya know YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE! I weaved threw, diving and narrowly dodging the lasers not ready to test if they are harmful or not.

I came out the other side and the home stretch was just in front of me. I started I beat my wings and glide over to the platform again. So much for the hype, that seemed to fly by quickly.

I landed with a light thud, Yoda nodded with a small smile on his face before he turned to Master Windu after he had said something. I walked over to Seago and smiled at him once he handed me a water bottle. "Thanks kid."

"Anything for my favorite Jedi" He beamed up at me, I chuckled and then took a large swig of water.

"Alrighty, you take care of Liana for me, you know how reckless your mentor can get" I rubbed his head furiously, he pushed my hand away playfully,

"I know, one of us has to watch her" He joked back before jogging over to the direction of is master, Liana Vudo, she's like a sister to me.

Then the next thing I know is Yodas' voice was right next to me, "Meditate I must. Take the Noavians you will. To the Archives, they will go."

"Yes Master Yoda, but why the Archives?" I inquired, tilting my head to the side,

"Worry, you need not. They will know." Yoda nodded then walked off with Master Windu... I gotta stop calling him window in my head, I scolded myself.

"Alrighty." I called getting everyone's attention, "To the Archives we go." I heard a string of groans, they must know why they have to go but I still didn't but that didn't stop me from caring out my order and taking them to the archives.

Now I just sit in a chair twiddling my thumbs. I've done enough training and I can meditate anymore, It had been about a day or two since the tests, Obi-wan and Anakin were on some patrol thingy and Master Yoda just left me with a class of younglings to attend a urgent meeting.

I of course gave the younglings their lesson.... with great... pleasure... but now I'm just sitting in some chair in the archives halls, doing fuck all. Its actually peaceful in here, so quiet. I slipped of the chair and laid down on the cool floor, I spread my wings and let the feathers rest on the floor. I closed my eyes and sighed happily.

Now that I think of it, I could hear a light tapping. It was rhythmic like it was a walking pattern. "Shay?" Yoda called lighty,

I shot up and looked at Yoda, "Yea?" my brows were scrunched together in confusion, What in the name of all that is holy is Yoda doing here right when I'm comfy?

"An Assignment, you have." Yoda nodded and sat down in front of me. I pushed myself up further but left my wings spread out, I was to lazy to fold them in.

"Phew, I thought I did somethin'. Where am I goin'?" I smiled at Yoda and slowly got up, Yoda glanced of into nothing and smiled.

• Time skippity •

I walked up to the senator, "Its lovely to meet you, Senator Amidala." I greeted with a smile, When Yoda said assignment I wasn't thinking I was going on guard duty....

"And I you, Are you Master Ryial?" She smiled but her eyes didn't leave where she had set them on.

"Yes, But you can call me Shay, I'm not one for formalities," I told her shuffling my wings to try and find a comfortable place to rest my wings again.

"Neither am I so please, call me Padme" She turned to smile at me but then continued to look out the window,

"Is there someone else on this assignment Padme, your thoughts are like... really loud." I told her as I started to walk over to a seat and trailed my hand over the back of the chair.

"Yes, I haven seen Anakin in ten years... He may have completely changed from that boy I met on Tatoonie..." She admitted, I only nodded. Jar jar walked by in a hurry but I quickly said what I was going to say,

"Padme, People change but most of the times its for the better" I told her before I was interrupted.

"Obi? OBIII!" Jar jar called out happily, "Mesa so sighted to seein yousa!"

"Good to see you again Jar jar" Oh fuck...

"Senator Padme! Mesa palos here." Jar jar held his hands above his head happily as he walked in, with Obi-wan and Anakin trailing behind him. "Lookie, lookie Senator"

I was standing next to Padme so they probably already saw me, "Fuck me sideways" I grumbled before turning around with Padme.

"Desa Jedi Arriven" He waved his hand and stepped to the side. I walked up toward them next to Padme with a guilty smile when Anakin shot me a confused look.

Obi-wan bowed but not before giving me a glance. I stayed at the back of the pack, letting them get united again... seen as they know each other, "It's a great pleasure to see you again, milady"

"Its been to long Master Kenobi," Padme shook his hand, My eye ticked with annoyance but I had no idea why. Padme had glanced over to Anakin and I felt her shock, Probably wasn't expecting Anakin to be that tall or somthin', "Ani? My goodness, you've grown"

Obi-wan stepped back and let Anakin walk forward with this odd look in his eyes. I took one more glance at them before glancing around the room, anyone could feel the awkwardness radiating from them both and the tension building up in the air. This isn't going to end well for Anakin... But I bet you ill find really funny though...

"So have you... More beautiful I mean.. Well f-for a senator" He stuttered, I quickly covered my mouth to keep my laughing to myself. I leaned against the chair as my shoulders shook as I laughed quietly to myself, Real smooth...

Next I heard Padme say, "Ani, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatoonie.."

Ouch, That must have been a punch to the gut...

Padme turned around and walked back my way, by now I had collected myself after I finished laughing. "Our Presence here will be invisible, milady. I can assure you." Obi-wan told her and both of them followed after her.

"I'm Captain Typho of her majesty's security service," The one eyed guy greeted formally by the time everyone was almost seated, well except for me, sitting is for the weak. "Queen Jamillia has been informed of your assignment" I only nodded, why talk if no one really needs my replys, everyone hates 'em... "I'm greatful your here, Master Kenobi. The situation is more dangerous then the senator will admit"

"I don't need more security. I need answers" Padme interrupted firmly, "I want to know who's trying to kill me."

"We're here to protect you, senator, not to start an investigation." Obi-wan told her, I on the other hand was stilling back and enjoying the dRaMA.

"We will find out who's trying to kill you Padme." Anakin said boldly, Obi-wan turned and gave him this 'Bitch what the fuck?' look. "I promise you."

"We will not exceed out mandate, my young Padawan learner." Obi-wan countered, I grabbed some drink on a random counter while I was wondering around the room, listening to them bicker.

"I meant it in the interest of protecting her, Master. Of course." Anakin wasn't backing down and I doubt Obi-wan was too.

"We will not go through this exercise again, Anakin. And you will pay attention to my lead."

"Why?" "What?" As I was taking a swig of the sweet drink, I heard Anakin say that and I spit my drink out, my eyes almost bulging out of my head. Everyone's head snapped over to me at my sudden out burst.

I waved my hand, "Please... Continue, by all means"

"Why else do you think we were assigned to her if not to find the killer?" Anakin started the conversation-turned-argument back up, "Protection is a job for local security, not Jedi. Its over kill master. Investigation is implied in our mandate."

"We will do exactly as the council has instructed" Obi-wan calmly yet firmly told him, I ain't savin' you this time kid, your on your own. The air was thick with tension and I pressed my lips into a thin line, "And you will learn your place young one"

"Perhaps, with merely your presence.. the mystery around this threat will be revealed." Padme spoke up, "Now if you'll excuse me, I will retire" Everyone stood shortly after she did, then she left with her hand maid walking in fount of her, Obi-wan bowed as she left.

I quickly placed the glass bottle of sweet red juice back on the table and walked over to my fellow Jedi. "I know I'll feel better having you here," Typho told Obi-wan as He walked up to him, "Ill have a officer stationed at every door and I'll be at the control center downstairs."

I flopped down onto the couch carefully, and blocked out any other conversation, I really have to get some thoughts out of my mind before someone picks up my trail, I don't exactly wanting someone knowing I have grown attached to a Jedi, because here.. that isn't allowed.

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Distracted

Obi-Wan sits in on yet another Jedi Council meeting.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

"The Republic is in complete financial ruin." Master Brand says. "How much longer are we going to remain bystanders while Orn Free Taa cripples the economy?" Another council meeting. Another day of arguing about the same things we've been arguing about. Brand is solely focused on Chancellor Taa, and thinks he's the root of the problem. And then Plo Koon will say...

"The corruption we're experiencing extends well beyond just the Chancellor." Right on queue. He continues, "I fear we may never be able to see eye-to-eye with the Galactic Senate." Plo Koon thinks it's time for the Jedi order to renounce the Republic, and find new allies across the galaxy.

I, however, would say, "There are many in the Senate who want to help the people of the galaxy, but are being exploited by corporate factions. We need to support the allies we already have, before it's too late."

If only we could make some progress in this argument. Unfortunately, it's time for Windu to say, "These concerns are secondary to Vader. He is destined to purge the Jedi, and until he's dealt with our existence is at risk." He's unusually fixated on Anakin.

"Once again I'll ask why I haven't been tasked with finding him, if he's such a substantial threat?" I don't know why I ask. The answers always irritate me.

"The fact you will not stop asking about it is proof enough that you're too close to the issue. Once he reveals himself, we will be ready."

"If we're only waiting for Skywalker to do something, then why are we still talking about it?" Master Rancisis asks. I must not be the only one getting irritated.

"Honestly." Shaak Ti says. "We need to focus on the poverty and corruption that are taking place right under our-" A faint boom. I look out the window and see an explosion on the Coruscant skyline.

"What in the world?" Mundi asks, then the power goes out.

"I'm gonna go check it out." Brand says, and runs out the chamber. Always on the move.

"I think I shall accompany him." Master Sinube says. "I would very much like to know why Coruscant is exploding."

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"No, no, there's no need for the Jedi to get involved." Despite the inspector's assurances, I remain skeptical.

"Right." I respond. "And this kidnapped Senator, you know where he is then?"

"Well not exactly." The inspector says. "But we have a lot of leads."

"Leads that we would like to hear." Plo Koon says. He accompanied me to this meeting the inspector was having with Senator Organa and Senator Mothma. Thankfully, Organa asked me to come or we would've had a much harder time getting informed. No one ever wants to tell us anything around here.

The inspector sighs and says, "Senator Organa already told you everything we know. A bounty hunter crew blew the grid in the process of kidnapping Senator Gane."

"And you don't have the faintest idea who this crew is or where they are?" Senator Mothma asks.

The inspector hesitates, "That's sensitive information-"

"That the Jedi are privy to." Plo Koon cuts in.

"Fine. We're still piecing some things together, but the working theory is this was Dirk Correia's crew." He passes me a hologram of a man with a low-cut mohawk, a scruffy beard, and three teardrop tattoos under his right eye.

"Well that is most concerning." I say. "Do we know where they are?"

"We have a few likely safe house locations, but kidnapping historically hasn't been their thing, so we think it's unlikely they still have Senator Gane." The inspector's words do little to reassure me.

"So then we don't know where the Senator is?" I ask.

"Uhh, Dirk's been known to work closely with Kha'to, who's most likely the person that has our Senator." The inspector presses a dial on the holoprojector and shows us a ransom video.

"Our demands are simple." The Trandoshan in the hologram says. "We wish to deliver Mr. Edcel Bar Gane back to you safely, in exchange for a meager 1 Million Corporate Euro."

"He can't be serious!" Senator Organa says. "We can barely scrape together that much Euro ourselves!" Incredible. We can't even afford to bail out one of our own.

The inspector says, "Yes the negotiations no doubt will be tricky, what with everyone around here being broke." The Corporate Euro has ruined the economy of the Republic at every level. No matter how wealthy you were, you probably aren't anymore unless you found a way to get some Euro.

"Right." I say. "Well our best lead at the moment is this Dirk Correia. Where can we find him?"

The inspector gives me a smirk. "He's not that easy to find. We have 4 possible locations for his crew's safe house, and if you're gonna snoop around, you had best be careful. Last time we went after these guys, a whole platoon of clones got killed."

"What?" I ask. "Why did no one tell us about this?"

He just busts out laughing now. "You want to hear about every crime in the underworld? This is just stuff that happens, and it's really not anything you all need to concern yourselves with."

Plo Koon cuts in, "If whole platoons of clones are going down, I think we should be getting involved."

"Fine then, get involved." The inspector says. "But there's a reason we've been leaving them alone. You've been warned, Jedi."

"So the police are deliberately allowing dangerous criminals to remain at large?" Senator Mothma asks.

The inspector rolls his eyes, "Oh yea sure let's just play the blame game from our narrow perspectives. When's the last time any of you have gone to the underworld?" No one answers this question. I myself haven't been down there since the war. "Look, it's a whole different world down there, and as long as the bottom feeders are staying down there, we're better off leaving them alone. Obviously, since they came to the surface and kidnapped your friend, they need a reminder that they can't do that up here."

"So then what does that say about our philosophy in the underworld? Are we just leaving people to suffer down there?" I ask.

"Ok I'm done answering stupid questions." The inspector says. "I'll transmit you guys the coordinates, and you can go on a wild goose chase down there, and when you get back maybe we can talk some more about our philosophy."

"Unbelievable." I hear Senator Mothma utter under her breath.

Plo Koon turns to me and asks, "What's the move, Obi-Wan?"

I ponder this for a moment. "Maybe a little backup wouldn't be the worst idea. Let's get the 212th and 104th dispatched to help us take a look around."

"Fantastic idea. The Senate was gonna deploy clones anyway." The inspector says. "The more, the merrier. Tell your guys to meet up with the 501st for a debrief."

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The inspector was right about one thing. A few moments in the underworld is enough to shake your philosophy. The power must still be out down here from the incident, and you can't see anything at all. Although it works to our advantage at the moment.

"Alright Cody lets take it slow." I say. I'm leading the 212th to one of the safe house locations, and we're closing in on the coordinates. The clones are using NVGs, and I don't particularly need to see to know where I'm going. Fortunately, this area is completely abandoned, so we don't have to worry about any civilians getting rowdy.

"Yes General." Cody responds. "Scouts have eyes on the location." Cody speaks into his com link, "Does it look like anyone's there?"

"Negative, looks abandoned." Boil responds. "All teams are in position. We have the building surrounded." I give Cody a nod.

"Roger you are clear to breach." Cody announces, and the Commander and I move in with the team going through the front. Peel attaches a charge to the door, and blows a hole into the entrance. The clones move swiftly, clearing from room to room, but alas they find no one.

"Sir, the building is clear." Cody informs me.

"Indeed." I speak into my com. "My building is clear. Rex, Plo, have you found anything?"

"Nothing here." Plo says.

"Minimal activity so far." Rex says. "This safe house is in a high traffic area, and it's slowing us down a bit."

"Good copy Rex. Call up if the situation changes. I'll move to the other location near my position." I say.

"And I shall move to reinforce Commander Rex." Plo says.

Two of the four locations were in pretty close proximity, and the 212th was selected to investigate these two sites. As we move to the next location, we pass some streets that look like places people would go, but the silence is eerie. If I'm not mistaken, trillions of people live down here, but where did they all go? I guess I wouldn't want to be out in the dark either if I had a choice. A few establishments have their own generators keeping the lights on, but no one seems to have any patrons inside. What's going on down here? I think a conversation with the locals is in order.

"Just a moment Cody, I want to speak with-"

"Contact! Contact!" Rex announces through the com link. "We've found the bounty hunters! They're attempting to escape!"

"Stay on them Rex. I will be there soon." Plo Koon says.

Casual conversation will have to wait. "We're also heading your way." I announce, and the clones and I book it to the gunship.

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As our gunship pulls up to the scene, I see the 104th patrolling around the remains of a burning building, and Wolffe approaches to greet my ship.

"Commander Wolffe, what's the situation here?" I ask.

"The bounty hunters blew up their safe house and attempted to escape through the sewer." Wolffe says. "The 501st apprehended and neutralized them down there, save for one straggler, who General Plo went down there to help detain."

"Sounds like the situation is under control." I look over and see a 501st soldier with a prisoner. "Who's that over there?"

"That's Diego Fuentes sir. He survived the altercation in the sewers and we now have him in custody." What are the odds that kid knows where the senator is? I may as well ask him a couple questions.

"Hello Diego." Despite my attempt to be amicable, he seems to be rather distraught. "I was hoping you could tell me where the senator you kidnapped is being held."

"Huh?" The kid looks at me blankly for a bit. "Oh uh we brought him to some safe house for the Trandoshans." Well he certainly isn't a tight lipped fellow.

"Do you know where it is? Can you take us there?"

"Yea, sure. Whatever." I sense something is deeply troubling Diego, but unfortunately now isn't the time to dive into all that.

"Wolffe!" I yell. "I'm going to take Diego with me to go rescue the senator. Cody, load him up and get ready to fly.

"Yes, general."

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"This is it." Diego says, as we approach a warehouse on 3377. As we approach, a few Trandoshans start firing on the ship, so we're probably in the right place. The gunship lowers us to the ground, and I jump out and ignite my blade, mostly trying to draw fire while the clones shoot down our foes. The perimeter security goes down easily, but we need to get through the door.

"Peel!" Cody yells, and in an instant Peel's ready to blow the door with a charge. I take point as we infiltrate the warehouse, and am pleased to get a visual on our lost senator who's still in one piece. The Trandoshans are far too few in number, and they're overwhelmed in a matter of moments.

"Senator Gane, are you alright?" I ask the liberated hostage.

"Oh yes thank you, thank you Master Jedi." It's uncommon to receive any gratitude these days, but it's certainly appreciated.

I switch over to my com link. "Master Plo? I have found the senator and have him in my care safe and sound."

"Cough... General... Kenobi..." Rex?

"Commander, are you alright?"

"I've been injured, might've lost consciousness for a bit."

"What happened over there?"

"It was... Commander Tano. She killed... so many of us." Ahsoka? Impossible. Why would she lead an offensive on the clones?

"Are you sure about that Commander? Where's Master Plo?"

"I'm pretty sure he's the fried corpse, but it's hard to say."

"What? No that can't be right. Plo? Plo come in!"

Author's Note

This is some really fun stuff. I hope the delivery on this ends up working out. These next few pieces tie in so closely to each other and I worry that it might all just be really jumbled. I think we're coming up on the best stuff I've written so far though, and because of that I'm very excited. Hold onto your seatbelts ladies in gentlemen. For better or for worse, we're going for a ride.

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[beckyh2112]

Palpatine has plans <3 and wants <3 <3

Previously in this AU...

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Cody leaned on Obi-Wan's door-chime. It was rude, he knew it was rude, but he needed answers Bly couldn't or wouldn't give him.

Fox was supposed to have been safe on Coruscant. Miserable, because he didn't get to use his skills the way Cody did, but safe. Someone he could trust would survive the war even if no one else did.

Not someone who had been the Sith Master's "favorite". Not someone who had been through torture and worse, and who had lied to Cody's face about everything being fine.

Who Cody had let lie to him, because he hadn't wanted to hear Fox whining about his cushy Coruscant posting.

Ponds, Rex, and Waxer would all have told him that beating himself up wouldn't help anyone, with varying degrees of niceness. There was a reason he hadn't been talking privately to any of them about this.

The door slid open. "Come in, Cody."

He stalked in, assessed Obi-Wan at a glance. Normal amount of sleep deprivation, more stress than usual, probably because of Skywalker.

"You said I could come to you with any questions I had about the Force."

Obi-Wan brightened. He wanted the clones to show an interest in the Force so badly sometimes. "Yes, of course! What do you want to know?"

"Force-suppression. How does it work?"

"Ah. There are several different methods, but if this is about- Palpatine?" Cody noted the little hitch; his Jedi general was still very angry on Anakin's behalf. At his nod, Obi-Wan continued, "The cuffs provided by the Jedi Order are made of beskar, which naturally dampens the Force. There are techniques used in their forging that enhance that dampening beyond what even the purest beskar is naturally capable of. I'm afraid I've never researched what exactly is done..."

Cody frowned. "So they're just beskar?"

"No, no." Obi-Wan shook his head and reached for a data-pad. "Sheev Palpatine is human, so the cuffs used on him would include several disruptors that make it difficult for humans and near-humans to access the Force."

"Dampen, make it difficult- None of that is actually cutting someone off from the Force entirely."

"The only way to do that is to kill the person in question, I'm afraid. Even ysalamiri can't entirely cut someone off from the Force. But it would take power like Anakin's or a great deal of skill to use the Force despite being in suppression cuffs."

So you couldn't use them on Skywalker. Good to know. Cody couldn't keep the anger out of his voice when he asked, "Was it power or skill that let that monster steal Fox's mind?"

There was a long moment of silence. Then: "I'm sorry, Palpatine did what?"

"That's what Bly said the healers said."

"I see. It seems the Council has not been keeping me up-to-date. I'll have to speak to them about that." Obi-Wan sounded only mildly ruffled, but he rolled to his feet in one of those Jedi-graceful moves that settled him in a combat stance.

Cody gave a sharp nod, then tracked back to something Obi-Wan had said earlier. "What are ysalamiri?"

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His owner was petting him. Fox chrred as he became aware of it, the hands on him as familiar as his own self. He'd never not known those hands or the presence of his owner.

"Our time grows short, pet. I can sense it."

Fox raised his head and yipped curiously.

"It's nothing I can do anything about, but it's an opportunity for you."

Fox cocked his head questioningly.

"You have a littermate, you know."

Fox's ears flicked. There was someone else like him? Someone else who belonged here with his owner?

A chuckle. "Such a sweet pet. Your littermate is like a wild padme. Less worth the time to tame than you. But you've been such a dear pet, and I don't want you to be lonely."

Padmes were a common flower native to Naboo. The garden varieties had been bred to be thornless. Only the wild ones still had them.

"When you find him, bring him to me."

#bexfic #fox^2 #the council hasn't told obi-wan #because one this isn't really something we want to trust to even secure comms #and two PATIENT PRIVACY #fox^2 au

[atomicpalacedragonpeach]

I know I've said this once already, but I feel it needs repeating. KORKIE IS NOT A KENOBI!!! He was an adorable, chubby-cheeked, red-headed menace orphaned from the wars or some shit that Satine found one day. She took one look at the cutie and was like, "well now I've gotta adopt him! He's practically the not-lovechild that Ben and I didn't have." But decides to be his aunt bc politics and people still trying to kill her and because she didnt have enough time to give him the attention he deserved, but still wanted him in her family.

Because let's be real. If korkie WAS a kenobi, there is not a person in this world that can convince me that Satine Kryze wouldnt wait until she was in the middle of giving birth to com him and scream bloody murder at him for getting her pregnant while she was trying to put her planet back together. Just to mess with him. Cuz, come on, she's the woman Obi-wan Extra Kenobi fell in love with. She would totally fuck with him just to make him lose his shit. And y'all know damn well and good Obi-Wan would yeet his fuckin lightsaber at the Council while running out the dor and yelling "peace out, gotta go make sure my terrifyingly competent pacifist mandalorian baby-momma doesn't break from her pacifism just to merc my ass... or someone else."

BUT, the fact that he isn't a kenobi doesn't matter because the INSTANT Anakin Skywalker learns about the kid's existence is the instant his one brain cell decides to adopt the kid as his new baby brother. Can y'all imagine the pure ✨️confusion✨️ the would unfold? I mean, anakin is about as obvious as a rhino in a China shop. He would 100% space-facebook stalk him and be like I KNOW YOUR DAD 😃😃😃😃😃. And korkie would be like???? And anakin would try to tell Obi-wan that he knew and was totally supportive of his secret kid without saying anything cuz NO AtATtChMeNtS! And obiwan would either think Anakin had finally lost his marbles (to which he would sigh and wonder how long he could stall in giving Mace the 50 creds he bet) or if he had an eye infection because he kept trying to wink and kept failing and just awkwardly closing both eyes.

I mean, there are so many hilariously ridiculous possibilities for the shenanigans that would go down if anyone saw the kid and instantly made assumptions beyond the whole- they fucked, she got pregnant, he left, she carried the kid to term and raised him as his aunt, and either never told the man she loved that they had a kid together or she did tell him and he decided to stay a Jedi without a care for the kid he would leave fatherless, the one he made with the woman he loved enough that he was willing to leave the only life he knew if she gave the word, nor a care for that same woman who would have to raise their baby by herself while trying to fix her planet. Not to even mention Satine, who literally spent 15 years in love with the man she fell for when she was 20 claiming that their baby was actually her fake sibling's kid as if she wouldn't proudly claim she fucked Obi-Wan Kenobi and had his kid. Just saying

The possibilities are fucking endless!

I mean, imagine Ahsoka getting in on it and she and Anakin decide to invite him to stay with them at the temple in their apartments (no, anakin hasn't moved out of Obi-Wan's place. All of his shit is already there and set up perfectly, it would be a pain to move his hoard of mechanical bits and bobs, and besides obiwan would be lonely) without telling Obi-wan. So, when Obi-wan walks in he does the entire double-take, spit-take combo and mentally freaks the f out and calls Satine in a panic and asks him if he actually had a kid while all three of his kids are smoothed up against the vent to hear, giggling like the demons they are. Obiwan would still adopt his not-lovechild.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #obiwan x satine #satine #korkie kryze #korkie kenobi #korkie is not a kenobi #ahsoka tano #star wars the clone wars #clone wars #obiwan adopts korkie

[obiwanobi]

clem!! for the ‘I wish you would write a fic…’ asks: a fic where anakin has been gone on a mission with another jedi and obi-wan has been worrying about anakin’s competence or how they’ll get along only for anakin to come back thriving and with new respect for the other jedi (and obi-wan is torn between being immensely proud and <i> so jealous.) </i>

jealous Obi-Wan, my beloved ✨

bonus point for Obi-Wan being the one who encouraged him to take a mission with someone else for once, genuinely thinking that it would be good for him, even if Anakin looked like Obi-Wan threw him in the streets of Coruscant on a rainy night and told him to never come back when he suggested it.

It takes less than 12 hours for Obi-Wan to wonder if it was a mistake because Anakin hasn't been a knight for a long time and maybe Obi-Wan hasn't taught him enough yet and maybe he isn't ready to work with another Jedi and what if he messed up because Obi-Wan is a terrible teacher and what IF-- he has to physically stop himself from calling to check on him multiple times until Anakin finally comes home and at this point, Obi-Wan is ready to see and hear everything EXCEPT Anakin showing up all happy and pleased, like "oh Master that was GREAT you never told me Knight Prinli could be so fun, I think I'll ask if I can come with her to her next mission next week"

and Obi-Wan is like "that's great :) I'm happy for you :) That's very good :) it doesn't matter if we planned our next campaign together :) we can absolutely cancel it :) no problem :)"

Knight Prinli's next mission is curiously postponed during the next Council meeting for no clear reason.

tell me what you want me to write!

#then it's all about never putting words on what they're feeling #and Anakin thinking that Obi-Wan needs space and Obi-Wan thinking that Anakin doesn't need him anymore #until Obi-Wan looks just a bit more disappointed than usual the next time Anakin talk about how great working with another jedi is #and he's like 'okay why do you look like that do you think I'm not good enough to work with them???' #'am I an embarrassment to you master???'' #and obi-wan is like 'you wouldn't understand anakin' #making anakin goes '>:O I KNEW IT' #obikin #clem's aus #asks

[dindjarins04]

CHAPTER SEVEN

I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST

You ran towards the medbay, Anakin close behind, telling you the directions considering you've never been to this exact medical room. Once you got there, you straightened your robes before gently opening the doors. Only Captain Tyhoo was in the room so as soon as the doors opened, Padme looked over and a smile broke across her face."(Y/N)...Annie," She greeted as you went to her side, kneeling to be level with her.

"How are you feeling?" You asked, delicately taking her hand in yours.

"Oh...still weak but I'll survive," She says, yawning. Her face was still pale and her hand's...cold. You smiled warmly, rubbing the back of her hand with your thumb.

"I knew you would pull through," You said softly, but you can sense Anakin scoffing through the Force.

"I knew you would believe in me,"

"I'm so sorry for not protecting you the first time...If I just-"

"(Y/N)...I'm still alive because of you. Captain Tyhoo told me because of you Master Jedi Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon Jinn are finding my killer right this second," You fake a smile and nod.

"Sorry, but Lady Amidalla needs rest. She should not be this active so early on in her recovery," A white medical droid said.

"Apologises," You say, standing up and dropping her hand. "Rest to see another day, Amidalla," She scoffs in your direction.

"Call me Padme otherwise I'll call you (Y/N/N)," You roll your eyes before leaving.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You relax on a chair in front of a blazing fire, hair wet from your shower, your only clothing a silky white robe. You finally received a message from Qui-Gon.

"Obi-Wan and I have discovered the mystery planet; Kamino. We have arrived, I'll report back when we have more information to disclose,"

You smile, happy he is still alive and well. You place down your holopad and let out a sigh.

"Princess," Your peaceful environment is disturbed by Anakin as he comes strolling into your room.

"There has to be a spare room,"

"There probably is...but I got here first and insisted we shared a room," You raise a brow and quickly turn your head to face him.

"And they did not question it?"

"I said it's better for us to be closer to each other so we can be more connected to the Force...which is a bunch of crap but they didn't question the Jedi way," You nod and turn back around, your hand reaching for the necklace, thinking back to Lumarina's letter:If anything, love makes us stronger and more connected to the Force.

"Yeah...what a bunch of crap,"

"May I tell you something?" You quirk a brow and watch as he sits to a chair in front of you, beside the blazing fire.

"What is it?"

"I can only think of you," He begins and you sigh sadly.

"Anakin, don't..."

"From the moment I met you, all those years ago, a day hasn't gone by when I haven't thought of you. And now that I'm close to you again, I'm in agony. The closer I get to you, the worse it gets. The thought of not being with you makes my stomach turn over - my mouth goes dry. I feel dizzy. I can't breathe. I'm haunted by the kiss you should never have given me. My heart is beating, hoping that kiss will not become a scar. You are in my very soul, tormenting me. What can I do? I will do anything you ask..." You feel butterflies in your stomach as he confesses his feelings towards you. How can he be this open? Does the Jedi Council not affect him? You look up at him only to see him kneeling before you. How did he move so quickly without you noticing? And...he remembered. The kiss. You thought that meant nothing to him. He gently holds your hand between his two, your silence causing him to continue. "If you are suffering as much as I am, tell me," You're so close to telling him you too have feelings for him. But you remember. The Order. The code. The Oath. The Council.

"...I can't. We can't. It's just not possible," You say though it pains you so much. You build up those walls Anakin's words manage to knock down, refusing to look into his heartbroken eyes.

"Anything's possible. (Y/N), please listen..." You shake your head, trying to find the confidence to speak lies.

"No, you listen. We live in a real world. Come back to it. We're both studying to become Jedi Knights. If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, they will take us to a place we cannot go..." You breathe to put your weakness under control. "Regardless of the way we feel about each other," You say barely above a whisper, still not looking at Anakin but finding comfort behind your eyelids, the darkness better than looking into his eyes where you know you would break.

"Then you do feel something! There's an extraordinary connection between us. You can't deny that!" He pleads and your eyes start to strain as you try and hold back the tears.

"Anakin, it doesn't make any difference. Jedi aren't allowed to marry. We swore an oath, remember? We'd be expelled from the Order. I will not let...I will not let you...destroy my future because of your teenage feelings," You say, but you don't understand why it's so hard for you to say those words.

"You are asking me to be rational. That is something I know I cannot do. I wish I could wish my feelings away..." He squeezes your hand. "But I can't,"

"I am not going to give in to this! I'm not going to throw my life away! I have more important things to do than fall in love!" You stand up, pulling yourself away from Anakin, letting your anger cover your sadness. There is silence before Anakin speaks from behind you.

"It wouldn't have to be that way...we could keep it a secret," He says, his voice trembling.

"Then we'd be living a lie - one we couldn't keep even if we wanted to. I'd be betraying Lumarina...be betraying Qui-Gon Jinn. Could you easily betray Obi-Wan? Lie to him? Lie to yourself?!" You turn to face him, eyes glassy and you notice the heartbreak in his eyes. "Could you, Anakin? Could you live like that?!" You say, voice louder. There is silence for a moment.

"...No, you're right. It would destroy us," You watch as he picks up his suitcase and walks to the door, his hand hovering over the button, almost as if he's waiting for you to say something; ask him to stay. You turn away, allowing tears to fall freely. You hear a shaky sigh come from him followed by the whoosh of a door opening and then sharply closing. A choked sob leaves you as you rub your arms, falling to the ground in hope of finding comfort. How could you deny all those feelings?! You were so tempted to run back to him, tell him the truth but the Council was holding you back. You were already on thin ice. You couldn't. It wouldn't have lasted long. He would've moved on from me. Stupid hormones. You think bitterly before crawling into your bed and trying to fall asleep.

‡★•~~~•★‡

It was a few hours and sleep was not being your best friend. If anything, it was far away from you. You decided to meditate on the balcony. You sit, legs crossed, hands resting on your knees as you reach through the Force. Rocks and sand around you begin to rise as you meditate.

Thoughts of the old times, with your old master, come back. Moments when you two joked and played around.

Qui-Gon also came to your mind. You remember the times you would break down in tears after the Council degraded you and he would hug you tightly, reassuring you he didn't believe the Council.

When he helped you through your studies, how he would stay up late with you in the library.

But suddenly, the good memories were plagued by darkness. You furrowed your brows at the sudden change in your meditation but continued. You heard lightsabers igniting but saw nothing.

You hear screams, lightsaber upon lightsaber, deep, modulated breathing, metal feet approaching you. Then the voices. First, it was Lumarina's.

"Trust in the Force," Then...Obi-Wan.

"I loved you!" Then...Qui-Gon Jinn.

"You...will bring balance to the Force..." Followed by more screams.

"No..." You mutter and you turn to see a double-bladed red lightsaber behind you. You stare in horror, metal feet coming to view. you quickly stand up. You're no longer on the balcony but in a black abyss.

"I'm sorry Master, but I'm not coming back,"

"I love you, more than anything," You hear Anakin's voice, but it sounds more mature.

"Anakin Skywalker was weak...I destroyed him,"

"No...No," You grab your head as you watch the feet come closer. The red saber then lights up his face. It's him.

"The apprentice lives," It's Darth Maul. "I will always return,"

"NO!" You scream before falling backwards. You groan and you open your eyes to see you back on your balcony. However, you're not laying on a cold hard floor, but in someone's arms. You turn to see Anakin holding you. "Anakin~," You say breathlessly before falling faint again.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You awoke to the sound of birds whistling. You rub your eyes and sit up. You see Anakin on the balcony, hands folded behind his back.

"Anakin?" He turns at the sound of your voice as you get out of the bed.

"You're awake," He says but doesn't walk towards you.

"Um...you came back," You said, keeping your distance. He nods and leans against the railing.

"I...I heard you shouting...crying...I thought you were in pain so I came to see...and you were on the balcony...there was this dark mist surrounding your Force signature. And then rocks and sand were floating by you. I managed to catch you before you hit the floor," You nod and lower your gaze to the ground. "What happened?"

"I was meditating...there were the happy times when all of the sudden it changed...I heard voices from the past and the future...a possible future. And...somewhere...he's alive...Maul is alive,"

"The one who killed your master? Impossible...Obi-Wan killed him," You nod again. But the image was so clear. His face, his lightsaber, his feet...his eyes. You suddenly feel arms wrap around you. "It's okay, (Y/N)...I'm right here, I'll never leave your side...no matter what...I'll be here forever," You hug him back, finding comfort within his hold.

But forever always ends. That's what you've always known.

#anakin x reader #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker x you #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars x reader #star wars x you #I AM NO JEDI SERIES #I AM NO JEDI BOOK ONE #I AM NO JEDI

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

For your writing prompt post...

Tech X reader where one of them risks their life for the other and ends up captured by the enemy. The other needs to rescue them before it's too late!

Thank you in advance :3

Bro I had SO MUCH FUN writing this one ngl. Thank you for the request!! And please! Any more ideas? Feel free to send them in!!

Clones and Lightsabers

"What do you mean Y/n's been captured?" Tech asked, "y/n doesn't get captured-"

"Well she did." Jesse spoke.

"I'll say it again- Y/n doesnt get captured." Tech defended.

"We recieved this message not long ago." Cody spoke, the hologram appearing.

Y/n sat on the floor, Savage and Maul besides her.

"Bring me what I want-"

"I can help both of you! Just let me-" y/n tried to tell.

"BRING ME WHAT I WANT! NOW!" Maul defended, "AND WHAT I WANT IS KENOBI AND SKYWALKER!"

Savage grabbed her by her arm lifting her weak body up as she struggled against his grip, kicking her feet.

"And if you don't!" Maul's lightsaber ignited, as he moved to face her.

"Maul! We were friends once! Don't do this-"

She cut off herself with her own screaming as her arm was cut off.

"If you don't bring me Skywalker and Kenobi! It will be her head!" Maul argued.

The group had seen there share of carniage, but someone close to them getting tourtured.

Tech was engraged, she hadn't done anything.

"What's are course of action?" Tech asked.

"We don't have one not-"

"You have none?!" Tech shouted.

"Tech." Hunter spoke.

"No!" Tech argued, "you have no course of action! No plan!?"

"Get your men in line!" Jesse argued.

"Tech!" Hunter argued.

Tech glared at Hunter and the regs infront of him.

"We don't have a course of action as of yet." Cody spoke, "The Jedi council hasn't agreed to the mission.

"I believe if we talk to General Skywalker and Kenobi we'll be able to do this under the Jedi Council." Rex spoke.

Speaking of the devil, Anakin, Obi-wan and Ashoka walked in the room.

"Well?" Crosshair asked.

"Its no go." Anakin said reluctantly.

"But that doesn't mean where not doing it." Ashoka spoke.

"And I only agree. Y/n though came out of no where. Is important. And will be saved." Obi-wan spoke, "and if Maul wants both me and Anakin. We shall give him what he wants."

"Could you survive that long?" Tech questioned.

"Tech!" Hunter snapped.

"Its not an option." Skywalker spoke crossing his arms.

"If we wish to get Y/n back we'll have to be a good enough distraction." Obi-Wan told.

"Very well." Hunter spoke, "So. Whats the plan?"

The rescue team stood in the Havoc Marauder, Tech working on the map and coordinates timing everything.

He sighed as he lifted up his goggles rubbing his eyes.

"You need rest."

He turned his head seeing Anakin, "I am more busy than you presume."

Anakin walked over taking a seat next to him in the empty cargo bay, a single light hanging over him.

"You worry for Y/n."

Tech stayed silent and contuied to work.

"But you regret what happened to her."

Tech stopped working, "she wouldn't blame you."

Tech stayed silent how was he ment to respond? It was true, Tech blamed himself for it all. Why you were captured in the first place? That was his fault.

The group had encountered Darth Maul and his brother. Y/n had said it was a peace mission, and even took the liberty of leaving her saber onboard. It was one of the only times the bad had got there asses handed to them. Y/n had taken a saber dropped on the ground, Maul walking up to Tech.

"The weak will die first."

Before the red saber was brought down it was blcoked.

"You are the weak one my friend."

Y/n held the dark saber with two hands, pushing against Maul as he growled.

"You."

Maul jumped back as the saber battle beginning, giving the clone force enough time to escape,

"Get in here now!" Hunter demanded.

"Go without me! Now!"

"Y/n!-"

"Now! I'll make it back!"

Tech sighed, looking down at his work, "She may not blame me. But I blame myself. The sith said the weak die first, I am lucky enough to have a head on my shoulders."

It was silent as Anakin pulled something from his robes as he stood up, placing a wrapped item infront of Tech.

"Give these to her. When you see her." Anakin spoke walking towards the door, stopping in the door way, "Oh and while your at it. Add something to them."

He left the cargo bay as Tech sat in silence, wipping away his work he put the wrapped item infront of him, opening them he seen the two lightsaber hilts, completely plain- nothing but a button on each one and a extension on each end, there being a third button at the end of one.

Picking up the two they were a singular unit,until Tech pulled on them slightly the two disconnecting and him dropping one causing him to curse a word of Mando, picking up the saber he placed the other on the crate, looking at the engravings, sure the actual desgin of the sabers were simple but they were littered with names, most he recognized.

People such as the Generals, most noticeably Skywalker, and Tano's name. Even clones names engraved such as Fordo and 99's names. He found his own closest brothers, but his own name no where to be found. She had attempted to convince him but he called the act childish and Y/n accepted it.

How stupid was he, a blank spot besides the ignition button calling his name as he rubbed the blank spot. Sighing he looked over the second one, Savage and Maul's name being there but along with the name Feral under it. All had horns protruding from there names and silly- semi-decent engravings of peoples faces done all cartoony were spotted around the two of them.

Traveling down to the bottom of the saber he spotted two extentions both looking as if they snapped into place, he did as hypothesis and with sucess snapped them into together, the saber accidently turning on causing him to jolt, one side yellow the other orange.

He remember watching her shadow train, her movements smooth and fluid, she had made it look so effortless. With her high jumps, kicks, flips, she had it all. He'd watch her, every time, even having Crosshair join the session and shoot at her as she dodged each bullet, the two constantly bickering with one another as they trained.

Tech had questioned the tech before, analyzing everything she had explained and even opening them up for him. He knew how they worked, he understood weight, and center of gravity, momentum. She had taught him- Y/n had taught him everything about the saber, she had entrusted that enough to him.

So.

Why couldn't he fight with them to get her back.

No he was just a clone.

Right he was a clone.

Just a clone- just a clone in love with an unreachable higher being.

But he loved her.

He loves Y/n, and no one else in such a way. Seperating the sabers he held them in both hands looking down at them.

He had time, not much but he had time.

Igniting the sabers he took postion.

How would of Y/n done it.

Bracing her feet? Her center of weight leaned a bit forward? He didnt know much, but he would have to.

The ship landed after time, Tech tolding onto her sabers hidden away in his bag. The generals going over the plan with everyone again.

The plan never did goes as planned, both Anakin and Obi wan with there captains being stopped by Grevious and Savage rather than the brother duo.

"She should be in here." Tech spoke, quickly hacking the door pannel as it opened, the room large and circular in size. Y/n chained to the middle of the room by her ankles, one hand that was left and her neck.

"Y/n!" Tech shouted as he ran over.

"T-tech?" She asked watching him run over and drop to his knees, immediately examining her.

"You're arm- they cut more-"

"I'm okay tech..." she spoke, "Im okay now that you're here."

"Ashoka! Watch out!"

Tech turned his head, Ashoka braced in defense against Maul.

"Tech! Hurry up with those restraints!" Hunter demanded, the group of clones firing at Maul.

Ashoka had been tossed into the men, a large chunk of them being decommissioned along with herself, Tech reaked of anxiety, working as fast as he could.

"Thats it!" Wrecker shouted rushing at Maul as the man was just tossed aside on the count of the force, taking the rest of the men with him.

"There!" Tech spoke popping the last restriction.

"Tech!"

Tech turned around just to also be thrown across the room, his backpack falling off as he laid flat on the ground.

"You will persih! By my hand!" Maul shouted, Y/n's weak form being lifted up into the air as she grasped at her neck with the one hand she had left.

"M-Maul! N-No!"

"You will Die! And they all will watch!" Maul shouted in anger.

Tech groaned looking up as his ears rang. The contents of his backpack infront of him.

"You will die! And you will fall!"

Looking just infront of him Y/n's sabers laid infront of him as he reached for them.

Y/n forced onto her knees as she looked up at Maul, just to look down in defeat.

"Now Kenobi will lanquish in the pain I did!" Maul shouted dark saber in hand as he raised it up ready to strike.

Bringing it down in one heavy swing it clashed with two sabers, the sound of them clashing filling the room and echoing off the walls.

Y/n looked up, and so did the awakening clones.

"Is. Is that Tech?!" Echo asked shocked as the others as Tech struggled yet held his ground blocking Maul from Y/n, her sabers in hand as he pushed Maul back.

"The clone?!" Maul snarled, the two slowly pacing in a wide circle.

The pacing stopped.

"You think you can defeat me." Maul argued.

"No." Tech spoke, "but just because I can't defeat you doesn't mean I'll let you kill her."

"The girl?!" Maul laughed, "A clone in love with a Jedi!?"

Tech took stance, he copied her, both feet brace, leaning forward slightly, bent slightly over, one saber up for attacks one lower for defense.

Maul took his usual stance, Tech adjusting his as he clicked the sabers together his arm now back holding the weapon, his back a bit more straight.

"Now I wonder who taught you." Maul smirked in both anger and well know the victory would be his.

Maul rushed at him within the next second taking the defense as he and Maul pushed against on another for higher ground.

"Don't just sit there!" Hunter demanded, "Help our brother!"

The clones now in a rage of passion got up, Ashoka following the party as Maul fought against the group,in the midest of defending he detatched on saber from the other, hoping to surpise the Sith as he attempted to slice at the mans legs, but to no avail as he was shoved back.

Tech only rushing back in with both sabers, even if he was only for defense he needed to save her.

He needed her.

Slicing hard Maul was hit in the shoulder causing him to fall backwards, "this isnt the end!" He shouted pulling out a remote as the panel he fell on opened up and he fell through.

"Take care of Y/n! I'm going after Maul!" Ashoka demanded, "Jesse!"

"Yes General!"

The two jumped down the hole, Tech still in the center of the room, Holding the ignited sabers with a heavy pant.

Turning back to Y/n he remembered his objective, letting the sabers drop from his hands he rushed over to her.

"Crosshair! The med kit!"

"Uh-Yeah..."

Y/n was still in shock herself, "It seems they atleast patched you up decently, but you're sleep deprived and starving-"

"Tech."

Tech contuied to ramble, "Tech!"

He finally stopped looking up at her, "Im okay...I promise."

Unlike anyone else Hunter knew how to read a room, forcing his men out the room without a word.

"I still need to fix your arm up." Tech told her, going thorough the kit,alredy starting to repatch her arm up, cutting the old bandages.

"Tech."

"Yes..."

"You copied all my moves. You've watched me?" Y/n asked.

"I-" Tech responded, "I know they are not mine to use-"

"Fuck being a jedi." Y/n told him.

"Excuse me?-" he questioned, just to be pulled into a heavy kiss, his hands not knowing what to do he sat tense.

Y/n pulled away only for a second taking in a peice of air, just to smash her lips on his again.

Soon melting into the kiss he dropped the siccors his hand running through her hair as he kissed back, pushing back into the kiss as Y/n pulled away for air.

"I love you." She told him.

"You. I-" Tech spoke shocked, he had just been made out with and told I love you withing the same mintue, "i- I love you too."

Y/n smiled at him as he smiled back.

She had been brought to an infirmary and was given full medical treatment, after being given a solid arm and told to rest that same night Tech came in, top half armour removed and in his blacks, Y/n sat there using blocks and twirling things around with her new arm and hand.

"Cyare." He spoke holding her still flesh hand.

She smiled softly, "These um. Are for you."

Y/n saw both sabers in Tech's hands, and with her metal hand she grabbed both of them.

"General Skywalker said you like new things. I pressumed you out every new person you meet on there." Tech spoke, "I remember rejecting the idea from you when we first met."

Y/n looked at where the empty spot use to be, his name now engraved on the spot.

She smiled softly rubbing a metal finger over the fresh engraving.

"Its perfect Tech." She spoke looking up at him, leaning towards the side he sat on as he leaned forward the two kissing softly.

Y/n chuckled softly, Resting her head against his.

"Im glad your alright." Tech spoke.

"And Im glad it was you who saved me."

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[tennessoui]

Um hello these is probably late but happy birthday, I love the stories you write when ever I see the writer is you on achieve I always get excited and pumped to read your latest work. I like how you write Obi Wan and Anakin their interactions always make me smile and laugh. I'm a big fan of the pretty bird and the mob boss, so Obi Wan and Anakin may not be the best for society but hey their in love, also Demon Anakin with Obi Wan you see its not just about the smut but also the feeling of being stupid in love.. And horny.

Um I want to share an idea I had with you on an Obikin au inspired by the mummy (2017) where in the past their were two kingdoms the sith and the jedi (the names meant change) with the sith being known for using dark magic when the two Kingdoms try for a treaty King Obi wan meets demi god/dark magic user Anakin who Co-rules the sith empire with Palpatine who deals more with the political side of the kingdom and Anakin caring more for his people (providing harvest, caring for the sick etc but their are power struggle between the two with the sith empire wondering who should be the destinated ruler). Obi Wan a nd Anakin fell in love and started a secret relationship, Satine Queen of mandalor and Obi Wan at the time had a arrange marriage but were just close friends that just wanted to form alliances (Obi wan told Satine his seeing someone and was planning how to cut of the marriage) Anakin was jealous and though he was going to lose Obi Wan but he was reasurred that he wasn't, but when Anakin and Obi Wan relationship was revealed the jedi council thought Anakin seduce Obi Wan with dark magic with Palpatine pulling the strings. Satine and Vos at the time semi believe these and wanted to check up on Obi Wan. Which wasn't a good time because Anakin was performing a ritual to tie Obi Wan life to his so they can live together and it looked really bad and was mistaken for something else and Anakin was prison similar to the mummy suffering for a thousand of years then at modern time Obi Wan was reincarnated and became a archeologies who dream often of a man he never met/seen before then he discovers Anakin tomb and Anakin regonise that Obi Wan was near and guided him to set him free with Obi Wan following along because subconsciously he wants to as well even if he doesn't know why. And now things kinda play out the same way in the movie Anakin wants revenge against the people who wrong him and wants to complete the ritual so him and Obi can never be separated again, oh and the ritual to do that is sex and Obi Wan now has wet dreams/memories of Anakin. Um haha sorry these got really long, I didn't mean to word dump on you. Just thank you for doing what you do and bring a bit of joy to my day, take care and have a great day!

oh damn this is a great Mummy AU!!! i absolutely love any and all reincarnation fics, especially ones where the other half of the equation is still the same and hasn't been reincarnated so they like. can't believe it at first when they see their reincarnated lover and recognize them

i just think it's so sweet and like some love is eternal etc etc

but also the idea of anakin and obi-wan like about to bond together for life and it involves idk like tying obi-wan to a table and then the jedi come to save him and obi-wan has to be like 'no no!! this is consensual tying up to the table not to worry guys false alarm---' is really funny but also sorta sad because he can't stop them :<

i love it so much!! it has everything! sex dreams, revenge, murder, reincarnation.....amazing and perfect mummy au!!!

#asks #also thank you for the compliments bless <3<3 #im so glad you love the PBATMB verse!!! #but also if meant demon anakin as in literal demon anakin thats ragnorlothcat's amazing au!! #if you meant demon anakin as the bitchy evil murder brat in pbatmb then valid #cody has probably also called anakin a demon many many times #(far less affectionately than obi-wan ever would) #anyway this is a great au bless !!!! #thank you for sharing!