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★ pairing(s): anakin skywalker x (f!)reader

★ summary: you and anakin had a falling out and now you’re forced to reconcile after a mission gone wrong.

★ warning(s): sexual content! graphic descriptions of wounds! blood! enemies to lovers?

★ a/n: enjoy :) this shit long af sorry lmfao title is from thunder by miss lana

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When you received the encrypted message this morning by Master Mace Windu, you were confused. Sent in the middle of the night with barely any explanation given other than a time and place to meet. It wasn’t unlike Mace to send abrupt messages at all times of the night, but it was strange to have no details given whatsoever.

You struggled with the message all day, going over and over in your mind what was going on, what could happen. You weren’t exactly the most obedient Jedi in the Order and there was recently an incident on Lothal where you had taken some of your men to quietly gather some intel of the Separatists who held Capital city.

Except it didn’t exactly happen quietly and a full blown incursion had broke out. General Kenobi and his fleet had to step in and evacuate you and your men.

While forever grateful for Obi-Wan saving your skin, you were forever guilty of your incompetence.

“There’s been an emergency.” Was the first thing that slipped out of Mace Windu’s mouth the moment you crossed the threshold into the meeting room.

“What emergency?” Silently relieved that this was not what you believed it to be.

“Master Kenobi has already been debriefed and will arrive later to discuss intimate details of the plan with you.”

“How secret of a mission is this that it’s just me and Obi-Wan? No reinforcements?”

“It’s not just you, Master. We’re waiting on one other.”

“Who?”

It was at that moment the doors slid open revealing Anakin, the third member of the small secret trio of the mission. His blood boiled, his jaw clenched, and his stomach churned at the sight of you standing at the other side of the room, avoiding his gaze.

Why? Why were you here? A million reasons as to why ran through his head and none of them sounded good.

“General Skywalker.” You smiled, trying to ignore the way Anakin’s hands curled into fists. Now you knew why you weren’t privy to who exactly was on the mission.

See, you and Anakin didn’t exactly get along. Once, years ago, but now it wasn’t possible for him at least, to be around you.

“What is she doing here?” Anakin’s voice dripped with annoyance.

Your heart panged at the slight but you swallowed it away instead, smiling at him. “Charming as always, Skywalker.”

“She, General Skywalker,” Windu snapped, pointing to you at the opposite end of the room. “Is a member of the Jedi Order and you are in no position to question on why a fellow Jedi is at any meeting. Do you understand?”

“But-“ Anakin started but was quickly shut down.

“Do you understand, Anakin?” Windu’s tone didn’t allow Anakin to choose no.

“Yes, Master Windu.” He grumbled.

“Good.” He pushed the green button on the dashboard, illuminating the room with the soft blue glow, map of Ajan Kloss. “We have reports of a disturbance in the force on the outer rim moon of Ajan Kloss.”

Windu motioned toward the small blue moon. “We have reason to believe that the Separatists are scouting the moon for a new base to begin expanding their efforts further out in the Outer rim.”

“So what is the plan?” You asked.

“Find the disturbance and hopefully stop the expansion.”

“Simple enough.” You nodded.

The door slid open once more, this time Obi-Wan quietly entered. Chin in his hand, circling the table evaluating every inch of the map.

“Master Kenobi.” You called out to him, smiling.

“General.” He nodded. “I’m happy to see you could help. Anakin and I both appreciate your help and expertise on this matter. Don’t we?”

Anakin grumbled, but nodded anyway.

“Thank you, Master.” You smiled at the older man before you. “I’m happy to help.”

“Good.” He returned your smile and looked over to Anakin a moment, placing a hand on his former Padawan’s shoulder before turning back to you. “We’re both happy to have it.��

Anakin huffed his obvious displeasure, loud enough for you to hear it. He was not happy about the situation and no doubt felt blindsided by Obi-Wan’s lack of keeping him in the know of what was going on. You didn’t care, he was any other Jedi on a mission to you and you weren’t going to let his bad attitude and anticipated harsh comments let you from successfully fulfilling your duties and Obi-Wan seemed to thankfully on the same page.

“I trust you three will do this properly.” Windu’s piercing gaze bore into you.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good, you two may go.”

Anakin followed you out, sighing heavily as the door slid closed.

You swallowed heavily, the pressure of his gaze into the back of your head made you face him. “I don’t want to do this either, Anakin.”

“Good. Glad you agree.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t screw this one up like you did on Lothal.”

“It wasn’t my fault.”

“Yeah, sure.” Anakin moved closer, his real hand wrapping around your upper arm. His lips brushed against the top of your ear, “Don’t get in my way.”

Anakin pulled back completely, letting you go and beginning down the hall away from you. “See you tomorrow, Y/n.”

Dawn was breaking when you arrived at the docking bay. Anakin was perched on a supply box, laughing at something one of his men had said.

There was a time you would be there with them, making him laugh. You swallowed hard.

“Where’s Obi-Wan?” Bag slung over your shoulder, you approached the men and Anakin.

Rolling his eyes, he jumped off the box. His demeanor completely changed back into seriousness and annoyance at your presence.

“Why?” Anakin hummed as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Because I have to report to him, Anakin.” You matched his bite.

“He’s on the cruiser.”

You nodded, pushing past him purposely bumping your shoulder hard into his own. Hoping that maybe your bag even hit him as well as you entered in the small jumper ship. Putting your things into a locker before jumping into the cockpit and starting the pre flight procedures.

“I’m flying.” Anakin’s voice entered the cockpit. Of course. Jackass.

“Fine.” You released the pilots controls, not wanting a fight so early in the morning. Instead, you commed to Obi-Wan letting him know of your departure and soon arrival.

You two avoided each other on the cruiser during the standard weeks journey. Waltzing your ways down abandoned corridors and choosing odd meal times.

All of your efforts proved to be in vain when Obi-Wan let you know that Anakin and you were to go solo into the jungle in hopes to use Obi-Wan and his men as a distraction.

“We should head south. Towards the river, there should be small villages along there.” Anakin pointed at the map.

“That’s almost a four day hike,” Sighing as you disagreed with him. “And completely off track.”

“The Separatists will be in those villages, Y/n.” He shook his head, “And whatever Sith scum is on this rock will be there too.”

It began to not rain, pour. Your hair was completely drenched and so was Anakin’s. Thunder rolled in and the fog began to settle.

“If we follow my plan, we won’t end up dead like the men on Lothal.”

That was it.

You had enough of Anakin Skywalker. “Shut up!”

You pushed him to the ground, jumping on top of him and straddling his body.

“What is your problem!?” He choked out. Quickly flipping you over into the dirt, the wind knocked out of your lungs with a huff.

“Get off me!” You wanted to spit in his face. You began to claw at his face, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and grounded them in the mud.

Thunder clapped above. You pounded at his chest, “Get off me!”

Another boom from the sky had him off you. “We need to make shelter!”

You reached for the map in your belt. Feeling for the tech, you found none but scraps. The map was completely destroyed. You reached for the com, it was of the same fate. There was no hope of trying to salvage the tech in your hand.

“You fucked us over!” Anakin shouted over the thunder and rain.

“Shut up!”

“You’re the one who got us in this situation. If only you hadn’t blown up at me, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“I’m the one who got us here?” You scoffed. “Need I remind you that this was your idea?”

“My idea?” He pointed a finger at his face as his eyes narrowed at you. “You suggested that we divert completely!”

“And you suggested that we go this route! Plus-“

“Doesn’t make it my idea!”

“You didn’t let me finish!”

“And I won’t!”

“I have never met someone so infuriating, so narcissistic, and so downright arrogant as you in my entire life!”

“I’m infuriating?” He snapped back with venom. “Have you ever met yourself?”

“You’re so-“ You stopped short.

“So what?” It was only then that you realized that the chipped deep blue armor that wrapped around his shoulders were mere inches from your chin. His chest was mere centimeters away from your own and that he towered over you as his deep blue eyes glowered.

“Just forget it.” You sighed, stepping back, trying to escape his

“No, go on, I’d love to hear it.”

“No, Anakin.”

“I don’t even know how I used to put up with you!”

The brush moved above you. “What was that?”

“What was what?”

The dark ripple of the force electrified your nerves once more. “There, did you feel it?”

“Stop it, nothing’s there. Let’s keep going.”

“Anakin,” His name stopped him dead in his tracks, you hadn’t used it in years. “There’s something following us. I can feel it.”

“It’s just the storm.”

“Anakin.” You looked at him with eyes wide.

“Hello, Jedi.” Ventress hissed from above. Her lightsabers hissed as the sith ignited the two as she towered over you.

“I’m so glad you could make it.” Her lips twisted into a sadistic grin that made you twinge.

Anakin ignited his blue to your green.

Ventress cackled, raising her double lights over her head to make a slash at the both of you as she dropped to the jungle floor. A master in her own right with dueling two at the same time.

Anakin lunged forward first, his blue clashing with red. Purple illuminating their faces, you saw this as your chance to enter the fray. Your green went for her side, trying for a swipe at her rib cage. Ventress easily blocked your move.

You and Anakin fought hard as you slowly made progress pushing her farther and farther into the jungle floor. At one point, the green blade of your saber made contact with her leg and Anakin’s sliced up her arm.

You were making good progress and might even capture the with.

That’s until you came upon the ravine.

Ventress’s leg came up, her foot square in the chest of Anakin’s plate of armor and pushed hard.

Anakin fell.

He tumbled over the top of the ravine and into the pit of darkness, his frame shadowed by the rain and fog that enveloped the depth below.

“Anakin!” Your lungs screamed for air, your grip slipped, allowing for Ventress to slice open your shoulder, searing your robes and the skin underneath. You fell to your knees, completely at the mercy of the Sith.

“Oops?” Ventress laughed. “Looks like Skywalker won’t be making it home.”

Your head hung in defeat. Wet hair falling in a curtain around you, shielding your shame. You failed. You failed yourself. You failed Anakin. The only thing that awaited you was death that came in the form of her twin blades crossed over at your neck.

But the blow never came. The hum of her lightsabers ceased and the only thing left was the rain, thunder, and your heavy breaths. Then you descended into the pit, screaming in agony as debris fell onto your wound.

The ravine was just as clear as it was from above. Holding onto the seared wound in your shoulder, your search became frantic noticing the stream was shades of blood. “Anakin!”

His body was unnaturally situated in the shallow water. His eyes were closed as you knelt in front of him.

“Anakin.” You whispered above his unmoving form.

“Anakin! Please!” He was alive you could feel that but his life force was fading. You scanned his body, looking for the wounds that ran the river red. Then you saw his leg.

His leg was mangled, bloody, and almost snapped in half.

It made you nauseous to look at it, but you needed to stop the bleeding or he would die. There was no way this would heal properly without medical attention and weeks worth of time in a bacta tank.

Your frantic hands shed your belt, practically tearing the dark outer robes off your top, leaving only the thin tank top underneath left. The blue fabric of his pants were slick with his blood, dyeing the blue, black. With every second passed, the more his blood poured from his leg.

You couldn’t wrap the wound successfully without straightening it out. The thought of maneuvering the bone back into a straight position was gross and something you had never done before, but you had to get him out of this ravine and get help immediately and with the com broken it wasn’t likely to be found anytime soon.

His unnaturally bent leg made unpleasant noises as you slowly moved it back into a e position, thanking the force he was unconscious to feel the pain. You felt bad for the pain he would feel when he would wake up, if he woke up.

But you couldn’t think like that, no, you would stop the bleeding, find help, and he would be fine. Everything would be fine. You two would go back to Coruscant and the endless fighting would resume.

You traveled for hours with him on your back. Taking only a few moments to eat from a bush or drink from a stream. You tried your best to find the way you had once come. But it was proving difficult with the cloud cover and the haze of pain from your shoulder.

It was nightfall when you found a waterfall with a pool of water. Just behind the curtain of water was a large enough cave that would easily fit the two of you and then some.

You laid Anakin to rest on the floor. Immediately going for water to wash your hands and then his wound. It took hours to delicately clean the break and skin, you didn’t realize you had fallen asleep until you saw the light streaming through the water.

On the first day, Anakin hadn’t awaken. He laid silently on the cave rock floor. You hadn’t left his side, only once every few odd hours to get more water to clean his wound.

You were reluctant to leave him but you need to find food and find something better to bind his leg and maybe find a way to get to Obi-Wan.

On the second day you made a make shift bed for him to lay on made out of palm ferns that you tied on your back for an easier climb.

On the third day, you meditated. Hoping that you could reach out and contact Obi-Wan through the force, but you weren’t lucky enough to have a bond with him.

On the fourth day, a cold front came in. It wasn’t anything like the chills on Coruscant but it was a significant drop in the average temperature for Ajan Kloss.

On the fifth day he woke up.

“Y/n?” You thought that the hallucinations from lack of sleep, food, and proper hydration began when you heard his voice for the first time. But the voice persisted, calling your name again.

“Don’t move.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Have you heard from Obi-Wan?”

“Would we still be in this cave if I had?”

“No.”

“Stop moving.”

“Stop telling me what to do.”

“Your leg almost snapped in half.”

“I know. I can feel it.” Anakin winced. “How long have I been out?”

“Five days.”

“How long do you think-?”

“I don’t know.” You unwound the scrap of red fabric that came from his robes. He tried sitting up again but groaned in pain when you poured water from a flagon you had made out of some hollow shell you had found at the edge of the river and onto the wound.

“Kriff!” He jerked his leg which only caused him more pain. “Fuck.”

“Sit still.” You wanted to slap his stupid face. “If you would just stay put, I could finish this faster and then you wouldn’t be in so much pain.”

“And you haven’t gone out and tried to find help?”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I guess I should’ve let you die then!”

“No.” He looked down at your hands, watching as you worked on wrapping his leg with the freshly washed makeshift linens. “I’m sorry for what I said before Ventress.”

“It’s okay.” You brushed it off. It hurt but you weren’t going to stew over it. Silence fell over you again.

“We used to be inseparable.” Anakin uttered one evening when the rain came down. His back was currently propped up against the cave wall, watching you as you cut into some fruit you had found earlier that day. Your hair was drenched, and beads of water rolled down your neck and bare shoulders. Your skin glistened under the shimmer of the waterfall.

“A long time ago.” You huffed. It was annoying to hear him try to bring up the past between you.

“It was only four years ago.”

“Yeah, a long time ago.” You didn’t really want to have this conversation with him.

“We stopped talking.” Yeah no shit.

Sighing heavily, you put down the small shard of stone. You couldn’t quite understand why he was suddenly bringing this up right now. After all, it was he who stopped talking to you, leaving you to wonder for months what you had done wrong. It left questions burning at the tip of your tongue every time you were in close proximity of each other.

“Why?” Why? The gaul of Anakin finally got to you.

But after everything that had happened in the last week, it was as good as time as any to ask the question that had been itching at the back of your mind for. “Was what happened on Corellia that bad?”

“What?”

“Corellia. Plo and Obi-Wan took us to Corellia to help locals from the Pykes. We had tried to help annex them from the spice lords. We got split up and you and I were sent alone and then we had um-“

“Yeah, I remember Corellia.” He stopped you before you could finish the sentence, knowing full well what you were about to say.

“After that,” You continued. “You stopped talking to me. You started to act different around me, like you do now…I just didn’t understand. I still don’t understand.”

Anakin was silent for a long time. His head turned and he watched as the waterfall gushed down. “I remember when we were barely seventeen and you had training with Plo every morning from sunrise until noon but this time he was called away for an emergency on…I think it was Kijimi?”

“Where are you going with this, Anakin?”

“Let me finish.”

“I-“

“Just listen.”

“Fine.”

“Obi-Wan offered to train you himself when Plo was gone. He trained you hard for two weeks and I watched all of it. I sat behind the Uneti tree and watched you guys fight. It was like a sort of dance. I had never seen him and you flow so easy before. It was mesmerizing.”

“Okay? I don’t understand the point of this whole story?”

“Can you just be quiet? I’m trying to explain myself in the best way I can and you’re being rude.”

“That’s thick.”

“Whatever. Look, I just got nervous around you.”

“Nervous? Anakin, I thought we were closer than ever after Corellia and your explanation is that you became nervous?” Your eyebrow arched. Stars, he was dumber than you remember.

“You know what? Forget it.”

“No. I’m sorry, finish.”

He sat there in silence for a moment as he eyed you out of the corner of his eye, watching as you moved to sit next to him; propping your back against the wall, mirroring his position. Clearing his throat, his eyes fell to his hands, “I-I wasn’t freaked out. I was jealous and standing there only days after Corellia watching you two train in such fluidity I realized right then and there.“

The silence was loud as he looked back down at you. His eyes searched yours with a look you hadn’t seen since you were seventeen.

No. He couldn’t. This couldn’t be the reason to why your friendship had fallen apart.

The silence settled again in the cave as you watched him. “Anakin…”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Pity me.” He swallowed “You rejected me.”

“I didn’t reject you.” You weren’t even awake when you had left him laying in bed alone. You had thought it was for the best. You didn’t want Plo or especially Obi-Wan finding the two of you wrapped up in the sheets together. “I didn’t think it wise to stay and you took me leaving as rejection. You were the one who ignored me for months! You are not the victim here, Anakin!”

He fell silent, looking out at the undulating gushing water. It was moments before you spoke again.

“I liked you too. Once.”

“I know.” He smirked. “You were obvious.”

“I know.”

“It was endearing.”

“I didn’t quite grasp the concept of no attachments at ten.”

“I still don’t.”

You shrugged and stared at the raging waterfall, unwilling to meet his gaze.

“Do you…” Anakin’s voice trailed off, lingering in the air, allowing for the pounding water to take over the conversation until he was brave enough to finish it.

“Do I what?”

“Do you hate me?”

“No! Oh my stars, no.”

“So you still like me?”

“No.” You were telling the truth, you missed him sure, but it wasn’t love anymore. “I do not.”

“But you did once.”

“I was ten.”

“Ten, twenty, a hundred. Love just doesn’t die.”

“Wow, you’re a real poet Skywalker. A shame your flowery words of endearment will never be heard upon the ears of lovers.”

“Look, you are smart, funny, strong, and you paid attention to me. I just had misplaced my admiration into childish fantasies that had led me astray until I had found balance again.” He sighed. “And I don’t hate you. You hate me though.”

“I don’t hate you. I’ve never hated you.” That was all it took for Anakin to finally kiss you. Press his own to yours, in a fervor that was everything and nothing you had to said to each other.

His lips were warm.

Chapped.

“Anakin-“ You moaned into his mouth. It was electric, like the wire from all those years ago was plugged back into its socket.

He hummed into your mouth, his fingers were still entangled in your hair. Grasping at the base of your skull, pulling at the tendrils. Your lips moved in perfect sync as he began pulling you towards him, trying to position you on his lap.

“Your leg.”

“I don’t feel it.”

“Anakin.” You bit your lip. It wasn’t right. “We can’t.”

“I might die.”

“Don’t be dramatic.”

“I might never see the light ever again. Might never feel the warmth of another person ever again.”

He pulled you to him again, kissing you with all of the pent up anger, guilt, and want the past four years had built.

His warm hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips caressing the slick, sweaty skin that was a sea of goosebumps from the contact. Skating up your rib cage to find your breast.

Moaning into his mouth, you forgot what it was like to be touch, no caressed by him. It felt so wrong but that’s what must’ve been so good about it.

You retracted from him, pulling your shirt off completely. Baring yourself to him. His lips found your nipple, sucking lightly at the sensitive tip, your head rolled back in pleasure.

You could feel him at you clothed core, your hips rocking against his hard cock.

“Fuck.” His breath was hot against your skin but never relented. “If you keep doing that I’ll cum.”

“Then fuck me.”

His tip was swollen and leaking with pre-cum when you helped him with his pants. You wanted to take him in your mouth but wanted him inside you more.

“Fuck.” He moaned deeply as you sank your wet cunt onto his pulsating erection. You couldn’t help but moan out in pleasure yourself as you felt him bottom out in you.

With careful undulating rolls you moved on top of him.

It was by no means romantic, this clash between you. Needy and primal, it was a release of everything. Every quick slash of the tongue. Every glance and every subliminal touch.

“I know about you and Obi-Wan.” Anakin’s fingers entwined within your hair, tenderly caressing your scalp as he braided small sections with your head laid on his bare chest.

There was no reason to deny what he said. You hummed against his skin.

“Do you love him?” He continued to play with your hair as he quietly whispered. There was no malice, no jealously, no discontent behind his question.

“Yes.”

“Good.”

The next few days continued as they had prior to what happened between you and Anakin. There had been no mentions of you having sex and none of Obi-Wan.

Anakin’s leg wasn’t getting better but it wasn’t getting worse. Which you took as a good sign.

“I’m going to get more food.” You were running out of the little supply you had previously gotten and he needed as much energy and nutrients as possible.

“Okay.”

“Please don’t do anything stupid.”

“Would never dream of it.”

You looked back once more before descending the rock and into the jungle floor. Purple fruit hung from low bushes that proved edible and somewhat sweet. Which was good enough for your empty stomachs.

You plucked a few into your makeshift satchel you had created from scraps of Anakin’s robes. It wouldn’t be enough if you were expecting to be here longer, so you moved deeper into the jungle. Hoping to find a piece of meat of any kind at this point.

You felt it first. A movement in the overgrown brush. Then you saw it.

A figure, no, it was definitely a man moved through the jungle alone. Whacking his way through the brush with looked like a vibroblade, as he tried to navigate the tricky, uneven floor.

“Obi-Wan?” Maybe you were tired, hungry, and downright delirious at this moment but for a fleeting second, the auburn hair was one thing it was the white and tan armor that was unmistakable.

“Obi-Wan!” The fruit dropped from your hands and squashed into the mud below, but you didn’t care. Obi-Wan had stopped his pursuit through the flora and spun around.

“Y/n?” His eyes widened and he dropped the vibroblade to the muddied ground. You sprinted towards the Jedi Master and practically jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his body. The warmth he radiated was comforting and familiar. He was sweaty and smelled a bit but you were sure you were ten times worse.

Obi-Wan’s mouth found yours as he brought your body closer to his in desperation and happiness.

He pulled back from your body but his arms were still wrapped around you. His cerulean eyes searched your face and his hand came to caress your dirty, sweaty cheek. He wasn’t sure you were really real.

“Yes, it’s really me.” You half laughed, half sobbed.

“You’re hurt.” His fingertips gingerly graced the surface of your wrapped shoulder. You had forgotten about your wound.

“I forgot.” You laughed through the tears, looking down at the disgusting unkept wrappings.

“You forgot?” He laughed, shaking his head. “I guess you’re okay then?”

“I’ll live.” You smiled, kissing him once more.

“Where’s Anakin?”

You hesitated, worried at how he would react to the news of Anakin almost dying and his leg needing extensive medical attention.

“Anakin is injured.” His eyebrow raised at the news. “Badly.”

“What happened?”

“Ventress.”

“Where is he?”

“A few clicks from here.” You began moving back towards the waterfall. “I can’t move him. Not by myself. He needs medical attention now or he’ll lose the leg.”

“I’ll com Cody.” Obi-Wan’s brow furrowed as he calmly talked to the Commander, detailing the extent of Anakin’s injuries and of yours.

You led him to the cave, detailing the events of Ventress and everything in between. “I cleaned the wound twice a day. I ran out of cloth so I washed and reused what I had, but it was running water. The bleeding has stopped and has begun to scab over but his leg is damaged badly, Obi-Wan. It’ll be weeks in a bacta tank before he can walk properly again.”

Stepping into the cave with Obi-Wan, Anakin was just as you had left him but now he was smirking at the sight of you two.

“Took you long enough.”

You were evacuated from Ajan Kloss.

The team was a sight for sore eyes. Anakin was brought to the medbay immediately, induced into sleep he floated around the bacta tank with his mangled leg suspended.

With relief, you found your quarters after a quick check up, proper meal, and a long shower.

Wrapped up in a blanket, you were sitting in the window ledge. Watching the stars go by, waiting for the jump to hyper speed.

Reflecting on the past few weeks had brought peace. Happy with the loose ends now tied.

When Obi-Wan entered through the door with two cups of steaming tea, the uneasiness of guilt and embarrassment found you. He was so good to you, giving you the world and happiness. He didn’t have to know what happened.

“Hi.” You smiled.

“Hello.” Obi-Wan reciprocated, handing you the mug. “Are you alright?”

You hummed. “You?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Yes, I’m perfectly fine.”

“Thank you for saving me.” You leaned your head on his shoulder, your eyes threatening to close from the lack of sleep catching up to you. You felt safe here next to Obi-Wan and for a moment you thought about what Anakin said, pondering for a moment before letting your body fully sink down. “Again.”

“Of course.” He kissed the top of your head, then leaning his cheek on your hair. Letting the quiet envelope the two lovers.

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jedi-order-apologist · 12 days

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Padawan

Dooku misspeaks. Written for StarWars100 - Prompt: "Padawan"

Inspired by this post. Read on AO3

The title slips out, a careless mistake from old habits that Dooku should have done better to purge himself of.

He feels the way it strikes at her, feels the complicated and vulnerable emotions it invokes before she swiftly buries it under fury. But for all that Ventress embraces her rage over the... insult, she hesitates. She should attempt to strike him, with words if not sabers, but she doesn’t.

He should reprimand her for that weakness, but he, too, hesitates. After all, he was the one who misspoke.

They each turn away, and do not speak of it further.

#drabble #dooku #asajj ventress #peppermint writes star wars fanfic

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jedi-enthusiast · 10 months

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I'm gonna be honest, literally no one can get mad at me for not having Anakin Skywalker turn back to the Light in my fic while also having Ventress and Savage turn back to the Light and implying that Dooku does in the future, because I WAS GOING TO!!!

I WAS GONNA GIVE THAT ASSHOLE THE BEST REDEMPTION ARC IN THE FIC, WITH TONS OF SYMPATHY AND EVERYTHING!!!

BUT THEN ANAKIN APOLOGISTS AND ANTI-JEDI PEOPLE STARTED POSTING ON MY BLOG AND I WENT "FUCK THAT"

so yeah, if you're gonna get mad at that decision, all I'm saying is that I was gonna be nice but y'all made me spiteful as hell

#and yes #before anyone says anything #my fic is gonna be HIGHLY critical of Dooku and the other Darksiders and they're definitely gonna face consequences #eventually turning back to the Light doesn't mean pretending that they never did all the shitty things they did #it just means that they're gonna try to fix what they can and be held accountable and do better in the future #star wars #sw prequels #the clone wars #ao3 fanfic #codywan fanfic #fanfic #pro jedi #anti anakin skywalker #anti anakin apologists #anakin skywalker critical #yan dooku #count dooku #asajj ventress

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webtrinsic1122 · 1 month

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I’m so fucking gay for wet hair Ventress it’s not even funny

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #star wars #the bad batch #asajj ventress

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jewishcissiekj · 2 months

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400 words about Asajj and Dooku that are mostly just me going crazy with metaphors because sometimes you just have to do that

#i'm sooo fucking tired ugh #daily asajj thought of the day #asajj ventress #ventress #dooku #count dooku #sw fic #star wars fic #dooku and asajj #yeah idk how good this is but i like it #star wars fanfic #star wars #sw #writing #ao3 #the name was a last minute thing #couldn't think of anything

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dathomirdumpsterfire · 4 months

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🔥Flash fiction / 3k (part of the ongoing sithywan collection)🔥

~snippet~

Obi-Wan asks, “May I?” gesturing to Maul's newest piercing.

Yellow eyes regard him, then close permissively.

He sets a knuckle under that sharp chin, turning the angle of the man's face into the right light to better see the addition.

“Lovely,” he murmurs softly, gently stroking it with a thumb.

Maul's red lower lip comes unmoored from the black stained upper one. The bright rubies that tip the barbell glimmer attractively, one centered on his lower lip, the other beneath.

That sparkle is... dreadfully inviting.

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mostthingskenobi · 8 months

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Here's another quote-post from one of my fan fics. This fic is one of my personal favorites 🤗

Bloody Escape takes place immediately after the Clone Wars episode "Revenge" -- my ALL TIME FAVORITE CLONE WARS EPISODE!!!!!

Obi-Wan Kenobi and Asajj Ventress barely escape with their lives after a dangerous encounter with Darth Maul and Savage Opress. Trapped together in a small shuttle, these one-time enemies must put their differences aside in order to find their way back to civilization. Things get complicated when Ventress realizes Kenobi has been gravely wounded. Will he survive the long journey or will his blood be on her hands?

You can read the fic on AO3 or Tumblr.

#obi wan #obi-wan #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #asajj ventress #ventress #obi wan fanfic #obi-wan fic #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan fic #obi wan kenobi fanfiction #obi wan kenobi fic #ventrobi #clone wars #clone wars fic

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shinhatisgirlfriend · 2 months

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Bloodied Kisses | read on ao3

Pairing: Asajj Ventress/Fennec Shand

Word Count: 3649

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Derogatory Language, Toxic Yuri, Violence, Blood Kink, Murder Kink, what can I say they like to kill people and then fuck

Summary:

“On your knees,” Fennec ordered. Asajj arched an eyebrow. “Or what?” Fennec brought the lightsaber closer, the blade almost kissing her flesh. “I said - on your knees.” Fennec Shand and three others hunt Asajj Ventress on Nar Shaddaa. No one knows that they’re dating - or about the violent rituals they enjoy together. Written for Star Wars Femslash February 2024, week four - toxic yuri (day twenty - secrets).

@starwarstoxicfemslash @starwarssapphicweek @swsapphics-ao3feed

#swfsf2024 #asajj ventress #fennec shand #asajj x fennec #fennec x asajj #fentress #vennec #toxic yuri #star wars wlw #secret relationship #assassin x assassin #murder kink #blood kink #cw murder #cw blood #my writing #star wars #star wars fanfic

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fanficistherapyandcanonismybitch · 1 month

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Another art dump for my fic

Also buir Drorler low key scares the shit out of me, buir Chiti is like a marshmallow man though so I think it balances out. But as I was sketching them I was just like “poor Feemor a crazy family in which half of them are out for vengeance😅”

#fanfic #star wars #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #obi wan kenobi #jango fett #feemor #mace windu #sifo dyas #vokara che #maul opress #savage opress #feral opress #asajj ventress #myles the mandalorian #mandalorians #oc art

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aleatoryw · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Asajj Ventress Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress, Ky Narec, Padmé Amidala, Anakin Skywalker Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Rebuilding, Force Ghosts (Star Wars), Depressed Obi-Wan Kenobi, Asajj Ventress Has Issues, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Planet Rattatak (Star Wars), Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Bounty Hunter Asajj Ventress, Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, two incredibly fucked up people somehow manage to make each other better, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Asajj Ventress is killing the pieces of her past one at a time. With Dooku dead and no one left for her on Dathomir, she's forced to return to Rattatak to confront who she once was and finish what Master Ky started.

Obi-Wan Kenobi is falling apart after his former padawan nearly destroyed the Jedi order. The council insists he take a mission far away from the front lines of the war: finding a knight who disappeared years ago on Rattatak.

Rattatak is not a large planet.

#asajj ventress #star wars #star wars fic #sw fanfic #ventrobi #it's here!!!!!! the fic i have been plotting out for a couple good months now!!!!#it rains diamonds on jubilar

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gun-roswell · 19 days

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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) & Asajj Ventress, CT-9904 | Crosshair & Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch) Characters: Omega (Star Wars: The Bad Batch), Asajj Ventress, CT-9904 | Crosshair, Fennec Shand Additional Tags: TBB S3 Missing Scenes and Fixits and Speculation, Could Be Canon, Spoilers for TBB S3, Force Shenanigans (Star Wars), Bounty Hunters, Ex-Sith (Star Wars), Mission Fic, Road Trip, Mentor/Protégé, Omega and Ventress are bonding, Force Training (Star Wars), M-Count Research, The Road to the Path? Series: Part 46 of TBB S3 Fixits, Missing Scenes and Speculation series, Part 3 of The Road to the Path Summary:

Omega, Ventress, Crosshair and Fennec travel to an ancient Kaminoan world. A decaying outpost found there. In search of more information about the cloning experimentation done by the scientist. What they find there leaving the four of them…well, baffled.

Part of TBB S3 Missing Scenes and Fixits/Speculation // The Road to the Path series

#fanfic #star wars #the bad batch #tbb s3 spoilers #road to the path #gen fic #mission fic #m count #force shenanigans #omega #ventress #crosshair #fennec #chapter 3/3 #to be continued

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webtrinsic1122 · 1 month

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Knowing Ventress and Fennec know each-other has me so gay.

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #star wars #fennec shand #asajj ventress #the bad batch

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prahacat · 1 year

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Brush, Bend

There are days when healing and hurting are very close for Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan x Dooku for the YOTP2023 April prompt “(seemingly) unrequited love” (which turned out to be more of a requited obsession <3). cw: blood, injury, wound care, some suggestive content, all of them pretty mild. 1.5 k words. Continued in Bend, Break.

By the time they reach the stranded ship, it starts to dawn. Blood-red sunlight seeps into the eastern skies and spreads, slow and dark, like the stain on Dooku’s tunic. Obi-Wan’s right shoulder cramps, just below where Dooku’s white-knuckled fingers dig into his muscle. On shaky legs, he drags Dooku up the ramp into the ship. Darkness welcomes them, dotted with countless weak lights that begin to glow as the starship wakes.

Dooku braces himself against the wall, trying to stand straight and take his weight off Obi-Wan. Idiot, Obi-Wan thinks, thrice-damned fucking idiot, and he shoves him over to the cot, where Dooku takes his seat like an impartial theatergoer, unaffected by the dramatics of his pallid face and his tattered side. Comm unit in one hand, Obi-Wan rummages through drawers and cabinets. “Ventress,” he says, “we’re pulling out,” and he holds the comm close to his face, so she won’t see the medpac he’s clutching to his chest. “We ran into a group of Jedi. Get out now.”

She scoffs. “You’re serious? I’m almost in.” The harsh light of her cam sharpens her facial features. There’s an echo in her voice; she must still be underground.

“Get out now,” Obi-Wan repeats. “The droids will return to base now that we’re not here to distract them. You need to leave.” He activates the ship computer and tries to power up the engines. An error message: left thruster damaged. Obi-Wan grits his teeth, swallows a curse. Lovely.

“If we leave now,” Ventress says, “these factories will either stay with the Separatists, or the Jedi will reduce them to ashes. We stand no chance against either of their forces. We need these factories. We need an army of our own.”

“The one who will be ashes is you if you don’t leave now,” Obi-Wan says sharply. And wouldn’t that be convenient for him? You can still choose, he thinks, they would welcome you back, forgive you. “Come pick us up. We’ll retreat to the Outsider.”

“I’m so sick of running.”

“And I’m sick of this discussion.”

Her mouth hardens. “Where’s Dooku?”

Obi-Wan lifts his chin. “I told you: we’re back on ship. I’m hanging up before they locate our signal.” He doesn’t wait for her answer. Her bluish, blurry face dies in a flicker. With each passing day, she becomes more difficult, questions his instructions, goes off on her own. While disinfecting his hands, he calculates how likely their escape is. Maybe they will all die today. Either the Separatists will find them, or the Jedi will. He doesn’t know what he’s hoping for anymore.

Thunder, somewhere outside and far away, except that it can’t be thunder because the sky is clear. The first rays of sunlight shyly filter through the windows. Dooku watches Obi-Wan unpack the medpac while he keeps his hand pressed to his wound, almost as if in an afterthought. He likes to pretend the pain doesn’t exist, but he forgets that Obi-Wan was there. That he remembers the blaster shots, the explosion, the bloody shards of debris, how he pushed Dooku’s limp weight off him and stared at the blood pooling from his side, how for a terrible, hopeful second he thought, it’s over, it’s over, it’s finally over.

Why, Obi-Wan wonders, why did you do it? He himself is unharmed. There’s not even a scratch on his skin.

He kneels next to the cot, on eye level with the gash, and gently pulls Dooku’s hand aside. The bleeding has stopped. He opens the front of Dooku’s tunic and carefully plucks the torn, soaked scraps of fabric from the wound, one by one.

“Leave it.” Dooku’s voice is quiet but steady. “Get us out of here.”

“Our left thruster is damaged,” Obi-Wan says. “I told Ventress to pick us up. Don’t talk.” The wound looks ugly, the way healing flesh always does, gaping and caked in black, crusted blood. Obi-Wan cleans it as best as he can. “I don’t think it hit your liver. You’ll live.”

“You know I have little faith in your knowledge of anatomy,” Dooku mutters.

An innuendo? A backhanded reprimand? A joke? Obi-Wan forces a smile, eyes fixed on the torn flesh. He dresses the wound with slimy, Bacta-soaked bandages.

“You have such confident hands,” he hears Dooku mumble.

“I’ve had plenty of practice.” No matter how much Bacta he adds, this will leave a scar; a deep, jagged scar. The thought makes him feel sick. “Years of experience with a reckless Padawan. As a child, he always had torn knees, scrapes on his hands—the Force alone knows how it happened. And later, it was always I who had to bandage him up after missions. He could be rash sometimes, even self-sacrificing. He was always trying to keep me safe even though ... well, that was just the way he was ...” His voice wavers. He takes a deep breath, makes sure his hands are steady before he applies the dry tape that fixes the bandages in place.

Something brushes his head. Dooku’s hand in his hair. Obi-Wan looks up. Dooku slowly combs through his sweaty hair. He uses his clean hand, the one that is not bloody, the one that belongs to his injured side. Sunrays dance through the window, painting a rectangle of light on his neck where pale skin blends into the neatly trimmed edge of his beard. Once again, Obi-Wan considers killing him. Such musings have become rarer with time, and softer, less preoccupied with when and where, and more with a method that spares them both unnecessary pain. It would have been such a relief had he died on the battlefield today. But then again, it’d be too easy, and Obi-Wan is never that lucky. Now, he thinks, now or never, and he bows his head and rests his cheek against the sweat-damp skin of Dooku’s stomach.

Dooku’s hand stills. Obi-Wan presses his lips against the skin, quietly filling his lungs with the dark, coppery smell of a living body, stealing warmth and comfort, all of them so close, always so close, he can almost taste them on his tongue. He trails his mouth upward, following the path of the abdominal aorta. A small half-moon scar shimmers on Dooku’s upper stomach, a bit too high, it’s a matter of millimeters, but Obi-Wan pretends not to see it, acts as if it doesn’t exist, as if it doesn’t remind him of the day when he betrayed everyone: the Republic, his integrity, and Dooku as well. He pushes aside the half-open tunic and brushes the rough skin with his lips, gentle and unhurried, with the weight of Dooku’s hand on his head. Dooku doesn’t move, but the muscles of his stomach twitch beneath Obi-Wan’s touch, and when Obi-Wan lifts his gaze, he finds Dooku staring down at him, eyes wide and expectant. Sunlight drips into his irises, melts and pools at their depths; flakes of pyrite that glow in the black river sand. Obi-Wan wants to sift through them, stir up the quiet darkness. The pain doesn’t seem to affect them; this just might.

He holds on tight to Dooku’s bloody hand, almost pulls himself up his body. Dooku’s eyes go even wider and his breath stills, as Obi-Wan leans in, one knee on the mattress, and tilts his head.

A tug at his hair. Obi-Wan keeps still, inches from Dooku’s face. Dust and grime cover Dooku’s skin, except for a spot high on his cheek where he has smeared the dirt with his fingers. Something explodes outside, the shock makes their starship shake, but Dooku doesn’t take his eyes off Obi-Wan.

“There’s no need for this,” he says, voice low and raspy.

“I’m sorry.” Obi-Wan pulls back. “Does it hurt?”

Dooku loosens his grip on his head and soothes his hand through Obi-Wan’s hair. “It will.”

Obi-Wan lowers his eyes. His gaze falls upon the half-moon scar on Dooku’s stomach. He knows it curves right above a rib. A matter of millimeters, was all Dooku said to him; and they act as if that evening never happened except that now their dinner is always served pre-cut so there are no knives at the table. That night, Obi-Wan pretended to be asleep while Dooku sat at his bed and brushed his fingers through his hair. He can still feel the touch: another scar that will remain forever unspoken. It’s always now or never. The surgical tape runs in a zigzag line across Dooku’s skin, up, down, up, down, always changing direction. The truth is, Obi-Wan is lousy at his job and his hands aren’t steady at all. You’ll live, he thinks, but so do I. Why did you do that today? I don’t understand.

Dooku’s thumb grazes his ear. The touch sends a tingle through Obi-Wan’s lower body. “You are unharmed?” Dooku murmurs. The morning sun is now shining directly through the window, enveloping them in a heated, golden haze. It’s getting warm in the starship.

“Yes,” Obi-Wan lies.

#star wars fanfic #star wars fanfiction #yotp 2023 #obi-wan kenobi #dooku #ventress is here too bc i love her #dooku x obi-wan #obi-wan x dooku #love writing them as misery magnets #can't help it #prahacat writes #my ff

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NEEDS

Summary: Ventress is the biggest flirt in the galaxy (sorry Obi-wan)

Asajj Ventress x CorruptFem!jediR

Word count: 1.3k

"Turn left at the next junction-" Plo Koon instructs me over coms, "-and take a steep incline to the landing pad above, through the canopy layers of-"

"I've got it, master," I insist, navigating the busy underworld of Coruscant with ease. Just as he was about to explain in great detail, the only real access to the landing pad was through a thin passage which was neatly sandwiched between two shop-front roofs.

"Be careful, young one. The underworld is dangerous, even for a Jedi," he warns me. Despite now not being his padawan anymore, he still sometimes thinks that I am, "and remember: this is only a scouting mission."

"Yes, master Plo," I respond, biting my tongue of any of my usual sarcastic remarks because I know he only means well.

"Very well. May the force be with you," and after a moment, the faint crackle of the active comlink goes silent. I had been tasked with investigating a lead which the Senate had uncovered while discussing Separatist dealings right here on Coruscant.

Taking the route of the steep ascent to the landing pad, I can feel my speeder bike struggling to keep up with itself as it's strains under the torment of my manic driving. Twist after turn - and jump after jump - the two shop fronts come into view. Breathing deeply, I know this is a one chance opportunity, "Come on, you can do this."

I'm not sure whether I'm talking to the bike or myself.

Taking a slight left to avoid an awkwardly placed transmission terminal, I accelerate over a small jump between two buildings. The entrance is rapidly closing in, yet my speed can't decrease until I'm over the final jump - which lies only metres before the opening.

Flooring it, the bike's screams bounce sharply off the narrowing walls either side of us. The underworld is far deeper than it appears.

Two shop fronts. There and gone in an instant, the jump sends me over the top of a vast, bottomless ventilation chasm. Immediately, I kill the right thruster and lean my full body weight over to the side.

'Clang!' an exhaust vent is sheared off the side of my bike in an array luminous sparks. Not my cleanest of turns. As the suffocating tunnel behind the shops begins to fill with more light, I put the engines so low the faint whir of the repulser fan becomes all but silent.

"Tell Dooku: his deal is off," a male voice exclaims, indignant in tone, "this isn't what I signed up for-"

"You represent a Separatist planet, don't you, Lord Pli?" a second voice responds. This one is female, dripping with a sultry simmer of distain; it's familiar.

I assume that the man nods, because she continues, "Then I don't think it's in the best interest of your people to defy me. I also can't imagine the Republic Senate would allow you to return in open arms, do you, hm?"

"No, but-"

"-Agree to the deal, and I reassure you that our relationship will be..." somehow, her voice goes from a demandingly demeaning sneer, to a slow murmur of lust in a matter of seconds. She is almost impossible to hear, "mutually beneficial."

I can sense the man's increasingly desperate anxiety. His breathing quickens, "But the moons of my world: they have people-"

"-Who will be fairly compensated, I assure you," she interrupts again, yet she makes it so it doesn't feel rude or intrusive; merely a minor interjection.

I haven't yet peered around the corner, but I daren't consider stopping these blatant admitions.

"...Alright," he mutters. To sense him is like trying to search blindfolded for a secondary coupling latch in a Gundark nest: the surrounding Force is so potently asphyxiating that I can barely feel anything else.

"The Count's forces will move in by your day break, and our operations will be functioning in two rotations."

A few minutes later, a shuttle's engines fires up and the landing gears disengage. All falls silent once again moments after 'Lord Pli's' exit.

But the suffocating presence still remains.

"Hmm..." her snarky, teasing tone cuts through the dense silence, "I didn't expect to meet a Jedi today."

My body tenses: how long had she known my position?

"Come out, darling," she sings, a firm smirk in her voice, "I don't bite."

Grasping the cool metal hilt of my saber, I round the corner with it raised and ignited. In front of me - stood hand on hip in the middle of the landing zone - is a tall, slender woman with deathly pale skin and bare scalp. In the blue hue of my weapon, she appears to shimmer, as if not fully there. Form-fitted in strips of dark cloth, it appears every angle of her body and face is jagged and sharp.

"Why don't you put that silly thing away, hm?" she requests with a sharply raised eyebrow, "You don't see me waving mine about, and there really is no need, dear."

"You're a Sith," I seethe, the Force around us beginning to cloud the clarity and calm I usually have, "I can't let you escape."

"You propose a duel... with me?" she teases, feigning surprise, "Oh, darling, I thought Jedi were meant to be intelligent."

I swallow thickly, taking a deep breath to compose myself and feel the Force flow and connect through and all around my body. It brings me a quiet confidence, "Or perhaps you're scared you'll lose."

"I can feel you... your centre is off balance; your peace is fractured," she explains slowly, taking two testing steps towards me, letting her hips sway with her words, "Your anger, your fear, your love and attachment are fighting to get out: you can't deny what is already within forever."

"I am nothing like you!" I retort, clenching my jaw and flexing my fingers around the cool metal hilt of my sabre.

"Not now, perhaps," she smirks, taking a few more steps closer, "but I can feel your turmoil; I can sense the conflict when you meet someone... like me."

"Like you...?" I question with hesitancy.

She takes a few more steps, the frayed edges of her minimal robes shifting slightly with each minuscule movement, "So free... so alive."

"I am free," I say indignantly, keeping my eyes blazing into her's, "and I am most definitely alive."

"You might be an almighty Jedi," she takes the last step, ignoring my still ignited sabre and tracing the intricate details of my robe's lapel. Her sultry fascination begins to move from my robe to the blemish-less ingot pendant hanging around my neck, "but even you can't deny... needs."

This shocks me into a sort of daze. For the first time in a long while I feel myself more than I feel Force.

And she knows it. "Let the anger out... the fear of yourself... of me," she taunts, the cool puff of her breath seeping into my skin, "let it-"

"-I don't fear you!" I lean back and raise my sabre. Within an instant, her dual blades meet mine. The hot white blaze of their connection stings my eyes and makes her pale skin shine.

"Don't you, my dear?" she seems utterly unfazed by my sudden assault.

"No...!" I strain, allowing the Force to flow through me more powerfully than ever before.

Her eyes glow, narrowing to a menacing glower, "Yes! Let the anger flow, let it control you!"

"You won't beat me!"

"I don't need to..." I push her away, the distinct clashing of our blades ringing out across the landing zone. We end up in another standstill, "...because you know I'm correct, darling."

I drop my arm and force her back - but in my moment of lacking concentration - she sends my sabre skittering across the tarmac. I stumble back onto one knee, as she raises her blades to cross at my throat.

"Let yourself live! I can help you be free!" she smirks, "I can help you!"

"You would only control me..." I look up at her, watching how her lips twitch slightly.

"Hm, perhaps," that intricately laced tone of lust returns in an instant, "but you'd like that, wouldn't you, dear?"

#asajj ventress #Star Wars #the clone wars #plo koon #Jedi #fanfic #oneshot #wlw #lgbt #Ventress #nightsisters

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