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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐑 [𝐓𝐖𝐎] // 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐃

summary: as Lucy Gray begins to spend more time with you, you wonder if it's only because of obligation or if she actually wants to spend time with you.

warning/s: mentions of cheating.

author's note: just wanna say that i really appreciate reading everyone’s thoughts on my stuff, whether it be an anonymous message or a comment on the post! it’s harder to get feedback on tumblr vs. wattpad, so it means a lot when i do! that’s all – hope you like this part 🥰

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It was sweltering out today, much hotter than usual, and for some insane reason, Y/S/N wanted to spend the day playing in the park with her friends and I. I couldn't exactly deny her cute little face when she asked, so that was how I found myself kicking around a ball with a bunch of ten-year-olds.

I was so focused on not kicking it too hard to hit them by accident that I didn't notice Maude Ivory running into the park and joining the kids' side to play. I looked where she ran from and spotted the rest of the Covey waltzing in, minus Billy Taupe of course. They joined Maude Ivory's side, chatting to the other kids and Y/S/N, as Lucy Gray approached me with an amused smile.

"Why, how cute," she commented, and I finished kicking the ball to one of the kids before glancing at her with a quirked brow.

"What?"

She smiled as she joined my side, nodding to the kids. "Taking Y/S/N out. Playin' with the kids."

"Well, it was either that or have her cooped up inside. And I'm sure she'd be more annoying there," I joked. "Feels kinda pointless though, since it's hotter out here than it is inside."

She chuckled, about to respond, but Y/S/N ran up to me eagerly, interrupting our conversation.

"Y/N, do you have the skipping rope?"

"Hold your horses," I said with a suppressed smile, before kneeling down to dig the skipping rope from my bag.

"Hey, Lucy Gray," she was greeting the singer enthusiastically. "I liked your song the other night!"

Lucy Gray quirked a brow exaggeratedly, hands on her hips. "And what were you doin' out that late to hear me sing, sugar?"

As I stood up, rope in hand, I caught Y/S/N smiling nervously.

"My mummy took me on a walk around town and I heard it from outside the Hob."

"Well, that's no good," Lucy Gray said with a frown. "No performance should be heard like that."

"I'm not allowed inside," Y/S/N said with flushed cheeks. "Mummy and daddy says it's for grown-ups. Like you and Y/N."

Sighing playfully, Lucy Gray said, "I guess it's time to change that, don't you?"

Y/S/N's smile grew into a hopeful one and I glanced at Lucy Gray, wondering what she meant by that.

"We're headin' down to the lake to cool off," she said, this time to me. "You wanna join?"

I opened my mouth, not sure what my answer would've been, but Y/S/N jumped up and down excitedly.

"Yes! Yes! Oh, Y/N, please let's go!"

I blinked. "Erm–"

"Oh, please, please, please," she continued to beg, shaking my arm.

"You gon' say no to that little face, darlin'?" Lucy Gray teased, putting me on the spot.

I gave her a disapproving look, before sighing and giving in to Y/S/N. "I guess we're going to the lake."

Y/S/N grinned and hugged me quickly before looking to Lucy Gray. "Let me just say bye to my friends."

Lucy Gray laughed and nodded, watching her run off to her friends.

"You know you're gonna have to sing for her now, right?" I asked Lucy Gray with amusement, putting the skipping rope back in my bag and grabbing it.

"I'm well aware," she answered. "Though, it'll have to be after a dip in the lake. I could just about melt right now."

And if that statement wasn't accurate then, it was on the walk down to the lake. A much longer walk than I thought, I was already sweating through my shirt, but it didn't seem to bother Y/S/N who was chatting and giggling excitedly with Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine up ahead. It was a heartwarming sight, though it made me wonder why we were here at all.

Yes, Maude Ivory and Y/S/N were friends, but never close enough that Y/S/N had been invited to hang out with her and the rest of the Covey. And all the same, I'd worked with the lot of them, but had never gotten close enough to them that they'd invite me out also. Lucy Gray invited me, and I hated that it might have just been because of the fact that I'd looked out for her recently. An obligatory friendship, if you will.

"Someone's stuck in their head."

A testament to that statement, I failed to notice Lucy Gray slowing down her walking so she fell into step with me as we walked through the woods.

I smiled a little, though I was definitely still overthinking. And then I decided to just come out with it. "You don't need to do this, y'know."

"And what is it that I'm doin'?" she asked with a stifled smile.

I couldn't look at her as I said, "Feel like you owe me for the past few weeks. Hanging out because of it."

"Are we not friends?" she asked, and when I looked to her, I saw the teasing glint in her eyes. "Can friends not hang out?"

I swallowed hard the longer she held my stare, brown eyes glistening golden in the sunlight. "Well, I– before everything, I just thought– we weren't–"

Oh, gosh, why did she always have me flustered?

She started to laugh, eyes squinting as she did. "I'm only teasin'. But to answer your concerns, I'm not doin' this because I think I owe you. I just always found you interesting, and I suppose it was finally time to see why."

I breathed out through my nose, unsure how to reply, but my face was definitely heating up at her words. Goddamn the pretty girl with the ability to make everything sound so smooth.

After what felt like forever, we finally reached the lake, particularly a spot where there was a dock, a boat and a little cabin. It must have been used regularly by the Covey as it looked well-worn, but it was stunning nonetheless.

It didn't take long for everyone to strip out of their clothes and jump right in, savouring the refreshing cold water of the lake. After helping Y/S/N out of her dress, I jumped out of my trousers and shirt before the two of us jumped in together, splashing everyone and earning both groans and laughter. A smile was fixed on my lips as I looked over Y/S/N, who was swimming to Maude Ivory and splashing her playfully, the two of them giggling like the kids they were.

"Much better out here, right?" Lucy Gray swam from behind me, a grin on her face.

"It is," I agreed, pushing my hair from my eyes. "We've been out here a few times. It's where we learned to swim, though not on this side. I didn't even know this existed."

"Yeah, it's mainly a Covey secret," she said, glancing out at the cabin.

"It's pretty," I said, following her gaze to it. "Thanks for bringing us. But I'll probably forget where it is. It's easy to get lost out here."

"I can teach you the route if you want," she offered.

"You're gonna have to now that you've shown Y/S/N this place," I joked, before looking out at my sister, who was having the time of her life. "She'll never wanna leave."

Lucy Gray laughed, a vibrant melodious sound, as pretty as her singing voice, that sent a flutter of butterflies in my stomach and a fuzzy feeling in my chest.

We swam in the water until the pads of our fingers and toes were shrivelled, playing games and enjoying the coolness against our skin, then we got out and dried off under the sun. I was chatting to Barb Azure and Tam Amber about everything and nothing as Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine went to pick some herbs.

Meanwhile, Lucy Gray was giving Y/S/N the performance of her life, serenading her with all her favourite songs and making her the most excited I'd ever seen her. Y/S/N was sat cross legged before the brunette, watching her with adoration, like she'd never seen someone so enchanting.

I caught myself glancing over too, unable to look away when Lucy Gray's voice was so rich and captivating, declaring everyone's attention. The Covey were used to it, but I wasn't sure I ever could be. And right now, as she strummed a few chords on her prized guitar, the most beautiful ballad escaping her lips, her curly hair wet but drying, dripping little droplets of water onto her dress... I was certain I was utterly and hopelessly enamoured by her.

Trying very hard to remain present in the conversation with the others, I brought my attention back to them, but not before my eyes caught sight of Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine pulling at some roots in the distance. Clerk Carmine, in particular, didn't look very happy, and I realised he was a little quieter than usual today.

"Hey, is Clerk Carmine alright?" I asked the others.

Barb Azure followed my gaze before sighing quietly. "Yeah, he just misses Billy Taupe."

I fell quiet, feeling guilty for some reason, even though I hadn't done anything wrong. Billy Taupe was his brother, and I couldn't have imagined how difficult this whole situation was for him.

"He shouldn't," Tam Amber said bitterly. "Not after what he did to Lucy Gray. To all of us."

"Yeah, that wasn't very nice, was it?" I mumbled, and they shook their heads in response.

It was awkward, or maybe it was just awkward on my end. They used to come to the lake with him, and now they were here with me. Wasn't I intruding?

"Y/N!" Lucy Gray called to me, as Barb Azure nudged my arm.

I zoned back into reality, looking up and realising Lucy Gray had been calling me a few times, now stood up and waiting.

"Sorry, what?" I said, confused and still a little distracted by all the Billy Taupe talk.

"I said I need a hand getting the fishing pole," she said with a chuckle. "C'mon."

"Right, yeah, sure," I said with a nod, before standing up and dusting my trousers off.

Quickly glancing around, I spotted Y/S/N with Maude Ivory and Clerk Carmine, collecting herbs. Trusting them to it, I followed after Lucy Gray and into the cabin, where she led me to some floorboards that came loose, revealing the fishing rods.

As we kneeled down to get them, she said, "Why the long face?"

"Huh?"

"Back there," she said casually, reaching in for the fishing rods. "What happened? Did someone say something?"

"What? Oh, no, nothing, sorry," I said, realising I needed to get a better grip on my facial expressions.

"No need to be sorry," she said in a way that was lighthearted but didn't feel like it. "I was just worried."

I glanced at her, wondering why she cared about me all of a sudden. Yes, she said we were friends, but was it just that or an obligation? Again, I was getting lost in my head, so I tried to ignore it and instead helped her grab the rods.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon fishing, cooking our catch up over a fire, and then the others took a well-earned nap under the tree in the shade. Only Lucy Gray and I were awake, myself unable to sleep so freely, feeling the need to watch over Y/S/N, and Lucy Gray doodling in her notebook.

"You think a lot," she spoke up, startling me. And when I looked to her with confusion, she said, "You're always stuck in your head, darlin'."

I pursed my lips, shaking my head as if it would clear my thoughts. Billy Taupe came to mind, as did Clerk Carmine's sullen expression, and I couldn't help but ask Lucy Gray, "How have you been lately? Y'know, with the whole Billy Taupe thing?"

She closed her notebook, hands pressing to the top. "As good as can be."

I watched her, anticipating she wasn't finished.

"It was a bet, y'know," she said softly, though not as upset as I thought she would be. "What he did. He wanted to see if he could have the both of us. I don't think she knew, Mayfair, but she ain't sorry about it either."

I frowned, my dislike for Billy Taupe only growing the more I learnt about him. He sounded horrible, and I wondered if he was always like that. Surely not, if Lucy Gray had loved him once upon a time.

"That's awful," was all I could think to say. "I'm sorry."

She shrugged it off, and as much as she played it off like it didn't matter, I knew it did. Even just a little.

"He isn't causing you any trouble, is he?" I asked with a hint of concern. "Him or Mayfair?"

"And what if he is?" she asked right back, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

I shrugged, not picking up on her joke right away. "I don't know... I can try to have a word with him, I suppose."

She laughed softly. "You're too cute."

That's when I realised she was indeed joking, and I felt my cheeks heat up with embarrassment, looking ahead.

"I appreciate it, but no thank you," she continued, nudging my arm slightly. "You're not to get involved, remember?"

I exhaled quietly, nodding. "Okay. Forget him. What about you?"

"What about me?" she played along, leaning on her knees and looking at me.

"How are you feeling?" I asked, meeting her gaze.

She hummed, looking up in thought. "I was hurtin'. Still am, a little."

I nodded in ackownlgedgment, feeling bad for her. "Do you miss him?"

"For the Covey, yeah," she admitted. "He was family for a while. But not for me." Sucking up a breath, she leaned over her knees and looked out at the lake. "I may have once loved him, but not anymore. And I definitely can't trust him again."

I hummed softly, understanding what she meant. It couldn't have been easy to cut someone off who'd been so close to her and her family.

"Enough about him, anyway," she said, offering a smile my way. "He don't deserve my breath."

I returned her smile, deciding to change the subject. "Right... well, I guess now is the perfect time to thank you for today. For making Y/S/N the happiest I've seen her in a long time."

"She's lovely, and made me just as happy," she retorted nonchalantly.

My smile widened at her kind words, and then hers widened too.

"You have a pretty smile," she complimented.

I blinked, surprised and embarrassed, before mumbling an awkward thank you. She laughed at my dismay, before laying back against the blanket. I did the same, looking up at the sky peacefully.

"Y/N?" she said after a moment of quiet.

"Yeah?" I replied, not tearing my gaze from the lone cloud in the sky.

"I know we said we weren't gonna talk about it, but I'm kind of glad Billy Taupe did what he did."

I furrowed my brows together, confused. "Why?"

She paused, and then admitted, "Because I wouldn't have become better friends with you."

Naturally, a smile curled on my lips, and that familiar flurry of butterflies began making its way into my heart.

A few more weeks passed, and in that time, Lucy Gray was proving to be a great friend, though my crush on her was only growing bigger the more I spent time with her. As well as working together, the Covey would invite me to their place sometimes on our days off, merely just to hang out which was kind of them. It also meant spending more time with Lucy Gray, which wasn't a bad thing.

One evening, they begged me to let Y/S/N come see them perform, so after convincing my mum to bring her to see a few songs, they were both able to join me at work for a little while. I set them up at a nice table in the corner, away from any potential mischief that could occur and also giving them the best view of the stage.

"A drink for you," I said to my mum with a smile, setting down the tray on their table right before the Covey were due to perform. "And some crackers for you, squirt."

Y/S/N was practically shaking her chair as she eagerly awaited Maude Ivory's introduction onstage, and it was adorable to witness.

"Thanks, dear," my mum said, squeezing my hand. "You have time to sit with us?"

I chewed on my lip, glancing around. Everyone seemed to have a drink on them, and even Miles was looking at the stage, waiting for the evening to truly begin.

"I'm sure I can listen to one song," I decided, and Y/S/N grinned before tugging me onto the stool beside her.

I wrapped an arm around her shoulder before Maude Ivory walked from between the curtain, approaching the microphone. I'd seen their performances many times and yet it never got old.

"...and it's a special night tonight, because my friend, Y/S/N, is here to hear us perform," Maude Ivory gave a special shout-out to Y/S/N, who was ecstatic.

One by one, as the music built up, the Covey revealed themselves from behind the curtain, eliciting cheers and a round of applause from everyone, including us. It was Maude Ivory's solo first, and a great one at that, and I found my eyes naturally being drawn to Lucy Gray, as they always did, who was watching her with pride in her eyes.

After the song ended, we gave them another round of applause before I knew I had to get up.

"I've gotta work now, but if you need anything let me know," I told my mum, before offering Y/S/N a smile. "Remember, only a few more songs then you've got to go home. It can get rowdy in here when it's late."

"I know, I know," she waved me off, making me roll my eyes playfully.

I got back to work, keeping an eye out on my family and occasionally watching the Covey perform, and it was a wholesome experience. As more latecomers from the mines began to file in, the place was getting pretty packed, and I knew it was time for my family to head off.

"D'you enjoy the show?" I asked Y/S/N when we were all by the door.

She nodded with a grin. "It was amazing, Y/N, thank you!" Then she hugged my mum and added, "Thanks, mummy. Thanks for bringing me."

My mum chuckled as she hugged her back, glancing at me. "It was a fun evening, Y/N. And I'm proud of you. You're working hard, love."

I smiled shyly, appreciating the acknowledgment, and then someone's presence was beside me and I looked up to see the Covey stood there, having left the stage for a moment.

"We just wanted to say thank you for letting Y/S/N watch us perform tonight, Mrs Y/L/N," Maude Ivory said with a respectful nod.

"Yeah, thank you, ma'am," Tam Amber added. "We hope you liked the performance."

My mum chuckled. "Well, aren't you all adorable. It was no worry at all. And you're all very talented, you should be proud of yourselves. It's no wonder Y/N enjoys working here so much."

I felt my face heat up as they looked to me with teasing smiles. After saying our goodbyes to them, my mum left with Y/S/N and the Covey returned to the stage whilst I got back to work. They performed a few more songs before settling on a really cheery one, encouraging everyone in the audience to dance along. It was cute to watch everyone get involved, especially when they managed to hold a tune and still join the crowd, dancing along with them. Maude Ivory was still onstage, taking the lead with her drums and voice, and the Hob was suddenly transformed into a ray of excitement and laughter.

"Aren't you gonna join in?" Lucy Gray's voice made me turn around from a table I was cleaning, and she was standing there with a mischievous smile on her lips.

I couldn't help but smile back. "I'm working, sorry."

She gave me a disapproving look, before calling over to Miles behind the bar. "Miles, can I steal her for a song?"

He glanced at her, then at me, and I gave him a deadly warning look which only made him grin and nod his head.

"She's all yours, Lucy Gray!"

Lucy Gray's smile brightened the room in an instant. "I think you're free now, Y/N."

Before I could protest, she took the rag from my hand and threw it on the table before taking my hand properly and tugging me closer to the audience.

"I'm warning you right now, Lucy Gray, I have two left feet," I said weakly, both my hands growing sweaty as she kept ahold of one and placed the other on her shoulder.

"You'll just have to follow my lead, darlin'," she said with a grin, before suddenly waltzing me around the room at full speed, matching the beat of the song.

I let out a yelp, grip naturally tightening in hers as she manoeuvred us around the others, whisking us into a world that only consisted of my surprise, her melodious laughter, and the stare she wouldn't look away with. After a moment of getting used to it, it became enjoyable, and I began to smile nervously as she spun me around, her eyes sparkling with joy. Never in a million years did I see myself dancing with Lucy Gray, and now I didn't want anything else except that right now.

When the song finally ended, we came to a sudden halt, breathless and laughing, and then the whole room erupted into cheers.

My heart was beating ever so fast, and I knew it wasn't from the dancing.

"Can you take the rubbish outside, Y/N, please?" Miles asked as he finished stacking the chairs. "It's by the back door. Then you can head off."

"Will do," I told him, before heading to the back to do just that, already craving the sweet escape of my bed afterwards.

I grabbed the bag of rubbish before carrying it outside and going to drop it in the giant metal bin next to the Hob. Only, as the lid dropped close, I heard footsteps from behind me and turned around, confused. That was when I spotted Billy Taupe, walking unsteadily towards me and stopping a few feet away.

"Look, Billy Taupe, I'm not in the mood," I told him tiredly.

He laughed, before slurring, "Too tired from spendin' all night with Lucy Gray?"

"What?"

"You didn't think she actually liked you, did you?" he asked with a feigned sympathy.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, not at all fazed by his imagination and jealousy. "I don't know what you're talking about. But I am tired, so–"

He scoffed sharply, cutting me off. "Sure you don't. Why would you have noticed the way she looks at you, or all this time she's been givin' you lately, or the flirty smiles she's sendin' you? Right?"

I narrowed my eyes at him, waiting for him to get to the point so he could leave. "What do you want?"

He shrugged, playing dumb. "I'm just doing my part, dear Y/N! Warnin' you is all!"

I rolled my eyes, patience worn thin, and turned to head back inside, but he said something that stopped me in my tracks, annoyingly enough.

"You're just the next best thing," he told me with a cocky, dazed smile. "A distraction from me. I mean, think about it. When has she ever paid you any attention before? She clung to you as soon as I wasn't in the picture! She needed a replacement for me. You."

I clenched my jaw, glaring at him. "Leave me alone, Billy Taupe, you don't know a damn thing."

He began to laugh again, but I didn't stay to entertain any more of his idiocy as I headed back inside, letting the door slam shut behind me. He was a drunk, jealous fool, and yet I couldn't stop replaying his words over and over in my head. Was there any truth to them? Lucy Gray had never been so close to me before, so what was different now? Was I really just a distraction? A replacement?

Admittedly, Billy Taupe's wish came true and I was distracted by his bold claims, unable to think of anything but. Whenever Lucy Gray hung around me so closely, or teased me in a way that could be perceived as more than platonic, I couldn't help but wonder if it was as Billy Taupe had said.

One evening, after work, I was finishing wiping down the tables when the Covey popped in, presumably to say their goodbyes to Miles and I. But instead, they came to me hopefully.

"We're gonna have ourselves a little bonfire when we head back home," Barb Azure said enthusiastically. "You wanna come?"

I smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, guys, but I have to wait until closing, and by the time I've finished cleaning, it'll be too late. You should go on ahead."

"Aw no, c'mon, Y/N!" Maude Ivory said hopefully. "We can wait!"

I chuckled, appreciating her kindness. "I don't wanna hold you up. Maybe next time."

"I can clean up tonight, Y/N, I don't mind," Miles suddenly chimed in from behind the bar, having heard our conversation. To be fair, we weren't exactly quiet and there was no one else here.

"Really?" I asked, surprised. He'd always been nice to me, but this was a little too much to offer to do.

"'Course," he insisted with a smile, before nodding encouragingly. "Go on, be a kid for the night."

The others cheered in appreciation as I gave him a grateful smile before running over to give him a hug. He was always so lovely to me when he didn't need to be, and I felt like if I ever had an older brother, I'd want it to be him.

"Thanks," I said once more, before grabbing my bag from the back and joining the others. "Okay, I'm ready."

Everybody was buzzing with excitement, both the adrenaline from their performances this evening still coursing through them and the eagerness to make the bonfire pushing them on. They were talking about the evening, myself merely listening in and smiling as they rambled excitedly, before Lucy Gray fell into step with me and nudged my arm slightly.

"How was work tonight?" she asked with a soft smile.

"I'm kinda relieved it finished early to be honest," I admitted with a sigh. "I've been picking up extra shifts and I'm certain my feet will fall off."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "It looked like there was a commotion between you and a customer this evening," she noticed. "What was that all about?"

I tried to rack my brain for memory of what she was talking about, and then I nodded in acknowledgement. "Ah, yes. That happens sometimes. A peacekeeper can't handle his booze and gets all touchy feely. Nothing to worry about. That's why Miles is there."

She frowned. "That's awful. Are you okay?"

"Oh, yeah, of course," I reassured her with a small smile. "Miles has my back. And it doesn't always happen, honest."

"Still," she mumbled sympathetically, before shaking her head and grabbing my hand. "C'mon, you'll love this."

Goosebumps ran up my arm when she tugged me along to her house when it was in viewing distance. The six of us pulled the bonfire together pretty quickly, with Barb Azure doing the honours of lighting a match and starting the fire. It was cool outside, a usual summer evening in District 12, so the fire provided an additional warmth to an otherwise comforting evening.

We all sat in a circle around it, sitting on whatever chairs they had, all mismatched but well-loved.

"You know what this calls for," Lucy Gray said after a moment of quiet, the lot of us staring into the flames.

I was confused, but one by one they began to grin, and then they all jumped up at once to go and collect their instruments. I laughed when they returned and began to play yet again, though it was different to their usual stuff. Much more mellow, this music created the perfect ambience, and it was easy to see that they were playing for themselves rather than their usual upbeat tunes for an audience. It was refreshing, and oddly intimate.

I could have sat there forever merely watching them, all in sync with one another. Then Maude Ivory was tapping on her drum gently, with Clerk Carmine strumming at his fiddle absentmindedly, the two of them chatting. And Barb Azure was strumming loosely at her bass, Lucy Gray doing the same with her guitar, as they conversed with Tam Amber and I.

We stayed out there for a while, until the small bonfire was almost gone and the others began to get sleepy, heading in for the evening. Before I knew it, only Lucy Gray and I remained, and I knew it was late.

"I should probably go," I said to her when I noticed.

"A shame," she commented, making me roll my eyes playfully, a smile tugging at my lips.

She didn't speak, and when I looked over to her in the chair beside me, she was watching me closely.

"What?" I asked, curious and confused.

She shook her head and looked back to the fire.

"Well, that's not very nice," I said, feigning disappointment.

She cracked a smile, though didn't look my way. "Sorry, I was just thinking."

"And who's stuck in their head now?" I teased, making her smile widen. "Go on, what is it? What's on Lucy Gray Baird's mind so late at night?"

She pressed her lips together, exhaling quietly, and then her eyes found mine, but she wasn't quite meeting my gaze. "You're pretty cute, you know that?"

Certainly not expecting that, my mouth opened slightly, baffled.

She began to laugh quietly, cautious of the others who were asleep. "That's why I didn't say it."

I licked my lips nervously, looking to the fire. "I– never mind."

"I mean it though," she added, and I awkwardly mumbled a thanks in return, face flushing, and not because of the fire.

So trapped in my own nerves, I didn't hear her call my name until she repeated it again.

"Yeah?" I answered, risking looking up at her.

She was already watching me, flames of gold dancing in her brown eyes and catching me off guard. Instead of speaking, she suddenly leaned forward, capturing my bottom lip between hers.

It would have been so easy to fall right into it, the warmth of her skin sending shivers across mine, and the taste of her lips sending my heart into overdrive, but I pulled back suddenly. She tried to chase me down, but I moved back properly, dazed. Wasn't it too soon?

"What is it?" she asked worriedly.

I swallowed hard, unable to meet her eyes. "Lucy Gray–"

"Oh, no," she realised, growing embarrassed. "I read this wrong, didn't I?"

I couldn't think straight, not when my lips were still tingling from the kiss. "What?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N," she said apologetically. "I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable."

I shook my head, still in awe. "No, it's just–" I paused, trying to find the right words, and then Billy Taupe's conversation came to mind again. "It's not been long since you and Billy Taupe broke up. I'm not–" Embarrassed, I met her stare. "Whatever you're looking for, I can't be it."

It hurt me to say it, especially when the girl I'd been crushing on for years was finally liking me back. But I didn't want it to happen like this.

Her cheeks dusted pink, made visible by the dying light of the fire, and I immediately felt guilty.

"I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't mean to–"

"You're right," she spoke, upset. "It's not fair on you."

I didn't know what to say, and then she stood up, so I did too.

"I'm sorry again," she said, not looking at me at all. "Goodnight."

Turning, she left me by the fire as she headed inside, and I felt a huge weight pressing on my chest as I left too, both confused and a little hurt with how everything just went down.

Why did things have to be so complicated?

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part 34

Routes to take

warning: SMUT, FINALLY!! pussy eating, talks of breeding, bj, creampie, Kurapika is sweet and takes care of you!! Also yes she’ll be fucking Fei AND illumi in the future so no complaining!!!

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(Name) walked up the stairs to Kurapika’s room, Leorio staring at her wide eyed when she walked through the door.

“Oh wow. You look, um…”

“You look stunning…”

Kurapika was sitting up in bed, a tray containing the soup (Name) had made on his lap.

The girl blushed, placing her purse on the table before pulling off the long white gloves a feitan had given her. “Oh, um, thank you. Sorry I was gone for so long.”

Kurapika shook his head, his eyes moving from her chest to her exposed thigh. “Don’t apologize, I heard you’ve been by my side day and night since you were told about my condition.”

(Name) took over feeding Kurapika, blowing on each spoonful before offering it to him.

“You’re an amazing cook, I’m already feeling much better.”

He did look a little better, able to sit up by himself without falling over, but (Name) still pouted.

“You’re not thinking of getting up anytime soon, are you?”

Kurapika chuckled. “Well, I was planning on leaving tomorrow with my boss, but…”

He placed a hand on her cheek. “I promised I would take you on a date, right?”

She nodded, leaning into his touch, kissing his palm.

“Ew, get a room you two!” Leorio yelled, making gagging sounds.

“Don’t worry, I plan to.”

Both Leorio and (Name)’s jaws dropped at that statement.

A few hours passed, Kurapika eventually able to walk upstairs to talk with Gon about his nen training. As he did, she got a phone call from Feitan.

“(Name), got you something. Heard about Greed Island?”

She tilted her head, leaning against the outside wall of the motel. “Yeah, I have.”

“Got you copy. Leaving it in your apartment along with console. Phinks wrote a note explaining how to find us once you’re in game.”

(Name) pouted. “So you’re going into the game?”

“Yes. For own reasons. Hope… hope I’ll see you there.”

She was quiet for a moment. “I might be a few days late, but I’ll come. I heard it’s dangerous though.”

“Don’t worry, we protect you. Always.”

She felt her heart skip a beat, clutching the fabric of her shirt. “Alright… I’m in. I have to go now, please be safe Fei. I love you.”

Feitan gripped his phone tighter, glancing at Phinks before responding.

“… see you then.”

(Name) giggled to herself when he hung up. ‘God he’s so cute. Maybe I’ll be nice and kiss him when I see him again.’

——————

(Name) watched over Kurapika’s recovery another day before she sat down next to him with an offer.

“Would… would you like to come stay at my condo? It’ll be a lot more comfortable there.”

His eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink. She was offering for him to stay with her.

Alone.

“Oh… that does sound nice. You sure it won’t be a bother?”

(Name) shook her head quickly. “Not at all!”

She left to call a taxi for the two, waving as she walked down the stairs. He couldn’t help but sigh, brushing back his hair and smiling.

Leorio plopped down onto the couch in front of Kurapika. “Wow, she’s inviting you over to her place, huh? You know what that means.”

Kurapika raised an eyebrow. “What are you implying, Leorio?”

He snickered. “You might just get lucky. I’ve seen the way you two have been looking at each other. I’m surprised you haven’t pounced on her yet.”

Kurapika huffed. “I would never ‘pounce’ on her. I love (Name), if she never wanted to have… make…”

He blushed trying to get the words out. “If she never wanted to go any further than kissing that would be fine with me. It’s not about… that.”

Leorio waved his hand dismissively, giving the poor flustered blonde a break. “Yeah, yeah. I’m just saying she’s been giving you some pretty strong signals. Try and… be gentle with her alright?”

Kurapika groaned. “Please shut up.”

(Name) arrived back a moment later, smiling at Kurapika and Leorio. “They’ll be here in 15 minutes.”

While they waited, Kurapika packed his meager belongings, butterflies in his stomach. He was excited to spend more time with (Name). Even being near her was enough to make him blush, the thought of potentially sleeping in the same bed with her, even without sex, made his head spin.

“Kurapika, he’s here!”

He ran down the stairs and climbed into the cab, sliding in next to (Name). Kurapika was still tired, but he had nearly recovered. Another day and he’d be good as new.

“When we get to my condo, I’ll start on some dinner. There’s a TV and some books you can read if you get bored!”

He leaned his head against her shoulder, glad he was tired so she wouldn’t question. Not like she would anyways, but Kurapika didn’t know that.

“I don’t think I could ever be bored when you’re around.”

(Name) giggled at this, the sound making Kurapika smile. He’d forgotten how much he loved to hear her laugh.

They arrived at (Name)’s condo, the girl carrying Kurapika’s bag for him. When he attempted to protest, she stuck her tongue out at him.

“Noope, you’re not feeling well! I’ll be taking care of you, Mister!”

He couldn’t argue with her, especially when she was being this cute. “Alright, but when I’m better I get to carry you around as much as I want.”

“Deal.”

She set him up on the couch, unpacking his bag and throwing the machine washable clothes he had into the wash. Kurapika relaxed on the couch with a cup of tea, watching some random cartoon movie she put on.

“I hope you don’t mind baked chicken for dinner.”

He smiled and sipped his tea. “That sounds lovely, angel.”

She still wasn’t used to that nickname, her legs rubbing together slightly. He didn’t miss this small motion, his eyes lingering on her bare thighs before he looked away.

‘Can’t get too excited. Not until I’m sure she wants me.’

———————

After dinner Kurapika took a shower. She left a freshly washed pair of his pajamas on the bathroom counter for him along with a fluffy towel.

He walked out of the shower with his hair still wet. Kurapika shyly sat down on the floor in front of her.

“Oh, do you want me to dry it again?”

He nodded. “Yes, I’ve wanted that since you did it last.”

She began drying it. “Really? I don’t mind doing it at all, you know. Honestly, I enjoy spending time with you.”

He was glad she couldn’t see just how red his cheeks had gotten when she said that. “I hope… we can spend a lot of time together.”

He relaxed under her gentle touch, leaning back against her knees. (Name) giggled and kissed the top of his head, causing him to look up in surprise, and her to place a kiss on his lips.

Kurapika’s eyes widened a bit before he sighed into the kiss, reaching his hand up to caress her cheek. When he pulled away his eyes were half lidded, staring up at her.

“You’re so affectionate lately. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it, but…”

He crossed his legs. “It makes me want more.”

She looked away from him and tried not to blush, but he could tell she was flustered. “Oh…”

She continued to dry his hair, humming the Kurtan lullaby he taught her months ago. It felt nice to receive all of her attention for once, with no one else to get in the way.

“It’s dry, now. I’ll get changed, you can get into bed.”

Kurapika blinked. “Into bed? Is this not your room?”

(Name) smiled at him, standing up and walking over to the bathroom. “Yes, it is. Would you rather sleep on the couch?”

He shook his head, plopping himself down onto her bed. “… much more comfortable here.”

She snickered and closed the bathroom door behind her.

Kurapika waited on the bed, glancing from the bathroom door, to his lap, to the bathroom door again until it opened.

She walked out in a short nightgown, rubbing at her eyes sleepily. “So, we going on that date tomorrow?”

When he looked closer he noticed just HOW short that nightgown was when she turned around to close the door behind her. It barely covered her entire ass, revealing the smallest hint of her panties at the hem of her dress.

Kurapika decided to look away before the urge to pull her dress up and panties down overwhelmed him.

She climbed into bed, seemingly unaware of her affect on him. (Name) pulled the cover up to her chin and looked at him, giggling.

“Earth to Kurapika. Are we going on that date tomorrow?”

He blinked, shaking his head to clear away his dirty thoughts.

“Oh, um… yes. You said you’d like to go to a cat cafe, yes? Melody said there’s a popular one near here. We can walk over for lunch.”

“Sounds like a plan!”

(Name) snuggled closer to him, the man’s breath hitching in his throat when she wrapped her arms around him. “Oh, don’t be shy. You can touch me if you’d like.”

Kurapika’s brain short circuited. His hands moved to hover around her hips for a moment before finally finding their place around her waist.

“You’re always so warm…” he said softly. Kurapika couldn’t help but nuzzle his face against her neck, causing the girl to gasp.

“Careful, I’m… a little sensitive there.”

He stopped for a moment, glancing at her from the corner of his eye before nipping at her neck gently.

“Eep!”

He felt her grip on him tighten, now feeling her leg wrap around his waist to pull him closer. Kurapika blinked. She was staring at him with wide, surprised eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean t-“

She gave him a kiss to silence him. “Shh, it’s alright. You just surprised me is all.”

(Name) kissed across his jaw and to his neck. He was beginning to breathe heavy with all of this affection. Kurapika gasped when her tongue lapped at his skin, immediately moving his hands to grab her ass.

“Woah!”

(Name) giggled against his skin, causing him to whimper. Every little touch was sending him over the edge, the hardness between his legs making it obvious how much he wanted her.

He’d been having absolutely filthy thoughts about this woman for months, and now she was in bed next to him, kissing HIM!

Before she could even think, Kurapika hand was slipping from her waist to her panties, his fingers rubbing at her slit through the thin material.

(Name) hadn’t been expecting this, the woman letting out a yelp. “K-Kurapika!”

He could feel her grow wet through her panties. “Yes, angel?”

He applied more pressure, causing her to bury her face in his chest.

‘Cute…’

Soon enough he wasn’t satisfied with just rubbing her through her panties. Kurapika repositioned them so she was on her back and he was lying with his head between her legs.

(Name) blinked before she realized what had happened. Even in his weakened state, he’d flipped her over and gotten between her legs faster than she could think.

“I want you.”

He hooked his fingers under the waistband of her panties, staring up at her for approval. Kurapika waited patiently, knowing how scary it must be to have a man between her legs, possibly for the first time.

(Name) sighed softly. “Go ahead…”

She seemed a little hesitant, but there was excitement and lust lacing her voice. He pulled them down quickly, his breath hitching in his throat at the sight of her bare pussy.

(Name) immediately shut her legs out of instinct, gasping at the cold air fanning over her.

Kurapika seemed transfixed by her, his hands prying her thighs apart easily. She whimpered, a bit embarrassed for him to be looking at such an intimate area with those hungry eyes.

“God, you’re beautiful… better than I could have ever imagined.”

He propped himself up between her legs, getting comfortable. He planned on staying there a while, after all. “May I… have a taste?”

(Name) covered her face, unable to look him in the eye, but gave a nod of approval.

Kurapika would have liked for her to watch him enjoy his meal, but knew how flustered she must be. ‘It’s adorable, really.’

He kissed her thigh, nipping at her skin. “My angel. I’ve wanted this for so long, you know. It’s been hard to resist, ever since we first kissed.”

He kissed his way down until his lips met her inner thigh. “I’m going to start now, okay?”

“Okay…”

He lapped at her folds, causing her to grip the sheets. Kurapika couldn’t help but chuckle against her. “Are you sensitive here?”

He gently pulled her hips closer to his head, finally diving in. She gasped out, trying to steady herself by holding onto the bedsheets.

He seemed to notice het struggling, and pulled her hand towards his hair. “Hold on, angel.”

His tongue prodded at her clit, causing her to pull his hair and moan. He could feel her thighs squeeze him gently, almost cumming in his pants. Kurapika had imagined this exact scenario so many times, and now he was loving it.

Kurapika held onto her thighs as he gently sucked on her clit, his fingers making their way to her core. He slipped one of his fingers in, causing her to buck her hips into his face.

“Hnnn!”

He looked up to her, raising an eyebrow. “You’ll need to stay still, angel. It’ll be hard for me to make you feel good if you’re moving too much.”

“B-but it feels so good…”

The whine in her voice made his cock twitch. Kurapika took a deep breath before pulling her hips back into place and keeping a good grip on them to keep her from moving.

“I know, I know. Just be good for me, okay?”

She nodded, looking down at him with tears in her eyes.

“Okay…”

With that, he went back to eating her out, adding another finger. When she moved her hips to buck again, he kept her in place with his strong grip.

‘Hmm, she’s really tight. I’ll need to stretch her out on my fingers…’

“Ahh, t-too much!”

Kurapika gasped when she pulled at his hair more intensely, beginning to lose herself in pleasure.

“Getting close, huh?”

He moved his fingers in a scissoring motion, humming against her clit.

“‘P-pika…”

His eyes widened slightly. Was that some sort of nickname, or was she so close to her orgasm she was having trouble speaking? Either way, he liked it.

“Yes?”

She panted slightly, peeking down at him. “I’m… I’m…”

He paused his motions, smiling. “You’re what?”

She gasped, wiggling her hips. “D-don’t stop! Gonna cum!”

His breath hitched, the blonde immediately continued to finger her, faster this time.

He only slowed down when he felt her walls tighten around his fingers. She gasped and whines as she came, bucking her hips into his face.

This time he let her ride out her orgasm, continuing his assault on her clit until she finally calmed down.

As he heard her sigh, he began climbing on top of her, positioning his hips in between her legs. He wiped her juices from his chin, licking his fingers.

“I didn’t think anything than could taste sweeter than your lips…”

He kissed her cheek, his hands reaching down to his pants.

Before he began to unbutton his pants to chase his own high, he glanced down at her.

She was looking up at him with eyes she was barely able to keep open. He remembered how sleepy she had been even before they’d gotten into bed, knowing she’d had been staying up late to watch over him the past few days.

“Mmm, Kurapika? You gonna…” she yawned, rubbing her eyes. “You gonna continue?”

He pushed back his hair and gave her a smile. He positioned the two so they were laying on their sides, pulling her into his chest.

“Kurapika? Do you want me to…”

She trailed her hand down his chest, stopping right above the waistband to his pants. He grabbed her hand and dragged it back up to his lips, kissing each of her fingertips.

“No, it’s alright. You’re tired. We have to wake up early, remember?”

She pouted at him, nuzzling into his chest. “But… you made me feel so good, it’s not fair…”

He chuckled. “Making you feel good makes me happier than you’d think. That’s enough for me.”

Kurapika hissed when she pulled him closer with her leg. “Okay… goodnight…”

She was pressing up against him, falling asleep soon after. Kurapika sighed, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips before pulling away a bit to deal with the ache between his legs.

He ended up cumming all over her bare pussy, feeling a bit embarrassed about it. ‘Oh well, I’m sure she won’t mind.’

Kurapika felt weirdly uneasy over the fact his cum was on her, not IN her. He collected some of his cum on his finger, glancing up at her sleeping face before slipping it into her cunt.

‘There, that’s better.’

———————

“Kurapikaaa, wake up!”

The blondes eyes opened slowly, drinking in the sight before him.

(Name) was sitting on the bed next to him, wearing only a towel around herself. She must of just taken a shower.

“You can go ahead and take one. I was going to ask if you wanted to take a shower with me, but you wouldn’t wake up.”

She giggled when he turned red. “Shower with you? Damn it…”

He seemed disappointed he hadn’t woken up, a pout forming on his face.

“How about to make up for it, I give you a little peek?”

She toyed with her towel, giving him a teasing smile. He turned away quickly, waving his hand.

“Let’s… let’s wait until after the cafe. If I see you now, I won’t be able to control myself…”

It was her turn to be flustered now, the girl giggling. “Really? I didn’t know I had that much of an effect on you…”

She hid her face in her hands before leaving to get dressed in the bathroom.

‘She’s too cute. I need to claim her, before someone else does…’

He waited for her to get dressed, picking out his outfit for the day. When she walked out, he sighed dreamily.

“How’s this? It’s a little cold today.”

She was wearing a pair of jeans with a (fav color) cardigan and scarf. He reached out and fixed her scarf, smiling. “You’re adorable. The prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

She stared up at him with her jaw dropped, before running away. “You’re going to over heat me, I can only blush so much!”

He chuckled. “Sorry, angel. It’s hard to not compliment you when you’re finally here with me. I want to really… soak in our time together.”

Kurapika closed the bathroom door behind him and took a quick shower. (Name) dried his hair for him again, the man humming the lullaby along with her this time. He hadn’t felt this loved, this content in years. He hoped that if this was a dream, he’d never wake up.

They walked hand in hand down the street, occasionally stopping so (Name) could take a picture of them. His heart almost stopped when she made one of them her home-screen picture.

“Oh, there it is! They sell boba too!”

They entered the cafe, (Name) nearly jumping out of her boots in excitement. He couldn’t help but laugh at how happy she was. “I have cats, ya know? And I miss them so much. I can’t wait to hold one!”

Kurapika kissed the top of her head, the girl calming down enough to look up at him. “It’s our turn, angel.”

She followed him in, gasping. There were cats everywhere, in little cat trees, running across the floor, sitting on tables. (Name) pointed, starting to tear up. “Kurapika please help me pick which one to pet first, or I’ll get too overwhelmed.”

He crouched down and picked up a small orange kitten, holding it out to her. “How about this one?”

The kitten mewled in his arms, trying to escape. She picked it up and scratched under its chin, instantly calming it.

‘They say animals are drawn to pure individuals.’

He watched as various cats began to walk up to her, sniffing her legs before clinging up into her lap. She had to sit down so they could all be held by her.

“You sure are popular!”

He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of (Name), the girl nearly completely covered in cats.

“This is the happiest day of my life.”

Kurapika smiled as she kissed the top of each cats head, cooing gently to the small creatures. “Kurapika this is the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“Angel, we’ve only been here for 10 minutes.” he said with a laugh.

“I know, my point still stands.”

The cats didn’t seem to pay much attention to Kurapika, following (Name) around as she played with and fed them treats. He swore his camera role might fill up entirely just with pictures of her.

Kurapika couldn’t help it though, especially when she looked so cute.

“Times up! Thank you for coming!”

The owner of the cafe walked into the room, giving them an apologetic smile. Kurapika had to help the owner pull the cats off of (Name) while she attempted to leave.

“Bye kitties, I’ll miss you!”

She pouted a bit as Kurapika led her away, a boba he ordered for her in his other hand. “We can come back later, if you want.”

She shook her head. “No, it’s fine. Why don’t you pick what we should do next?”

He blinked, sipping from her boba. “Hmm… honestly, I would prefer to just cuddle with you at home. Maybe grab some takeout?”

She nodded slowly, clinging to his arm. “You sure?”

He stopped and cupped her cheek, the girl flinching slightly from the coldness of his palm. “Of course. You being in my arms is all I want right now.”

“Kurapika… you’re just the sweetest.”

She kissed his palm, before holding it tightly. “If your hands were cold, you could have told me.”

She continued following behind him, now holding onto his hand tightly.

He couldn’t describe how he felt in that moment, happy would be an understatement. She made him feel whole, like he’d finally found the missing piece to the puzzle of his life.

And he wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

——————��

They grabbed some lunch before arriving home. She pulled off her pants and ran to her room to slip into a pair of shorts to be more comfortable.

He blinked and stared the entire time, surprised she was this at ease around him to get half naked. ‘I know I saw her… exposed lower half last night, but seeing her in her underwear…”

He stared down at the tent rising in his pants. He quickly jumped on the couch and pulled a blanket over his form.

“Okay, I’m ready!”

(Name) turned on a random movie before climbing onto the couch and sitting next to him. She rested her hand against his thigh, smiling to herself when he tensed under her touch.

“Pikaa~”

He jumped a bit at the way she’d said his name. “… yes?”

She ran a finger up and down his thigh, giving him a pretty smile. “Can I… touch you?”

His entire face turned beet red, his eyes going wide. “T-touch me? Where?”

Kurapika could already tell what her answer would be by the way she glanced down to the tent forming in his pants. “Weren’t we supposed to be cuddling?”

She tilted her head. “Well if you just want to cuddle that’s-“

“No, no. I… I would like if you…”

He stuttered, obviously flustered. He’d never been touched by another person, and he’d been wanting her for months now.

“Hmm…”

She toyed with his tabard, looking up at him with those pretty (e/c) eyes. “Wanna go to the bedroom?”

He nodded a bit too earnestly, causing her to giggle. “Come, follow me.”

She led him by the hand to the bedroom, closing the door behind them. She sat him on the end after pulling his tabard off, leaving him only in his white underclothes.

She sat down on the floor in front of him, leaning her chin against his knee. “Could you take off your shirt for me, Pika?”

His heart began to thump against his chest painfully as he pulled his shirt off, exposing his pale chest. She tutted softly when she spotted new scars littering his skin. “You should really be more careful, you’re gonna end up really hurt…”

She scooted until she was between his legs and kissed a scar on his tummy. He whimpered, feeling her breasts rest against the bulge in his pants.

“You’re really cute, you know?”

He could only blush, his breath hitching in his throat when her palm rested on his bulge. She rubbed gently, looking up at him. “Want me to take your pants off?”

“P-please…”

She giggled and pulled the waistband of his pants down, blinking as his cock sprang forward and nearly smacked her in the face.

“Oh, wow…”

Kurapika couldn’t look, covering his eyes. He was super embarrassed to expose how much he wanted her.

“Kurapika, your cock is so pretty!”

He gasped at her foul language. “(Name)! That’s… that’s so dirty.”

“Really?”

She blew on his head, causing his cock to twitch. “H-hey!”

He opened his eyes to see her hand reaching out to touch him. He watched as her fingers wrapped along his length, the man neatly cumming instantly from her touch alone.

“H-hnnn… (Name)…”

She began stroking slowly, seemingly mesmerized by the way it twitched in her hand. “You know, I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’m sorry if I’m not that good. I’ll try to make you feel good though, okay?”

He panted softly, staring down at her with lust filled eyes. The way she looked at his cock with those big curious eyes both turned him on, and amused him.

“W-well I’m glad I could be the first one you… touch like this.”

(Name) leaned forward a bit, glancing up at him. “Oh, are you not a virgin too?”

His face turned even more red, if that was possible. “M-me? No, I am.”

She rubbed her legs together a bit, biting her lip. “Could have fooled me. You made me cum hard yesterday, better than I can do for myself.”

This filled him with a certain sense of pride, his cock twitching in her hand again. She took this as a chance to stick her tongue out and lick the tip lightly.

“(N-Name)!!!”

He gasped out, precum leaking from his tip. She giggled. ‘He really is a cutie.’

“Yes, Pika?”

He covered his mouth, his eyes burning a pretty shade of red. “P-please… do that again.”

She smiled. “Of course, sweetheart.”

He sighed dreamily when she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She looked absolutely adorable as she bobbed her head slowly, pushing some of her hair out of her face.

Even doing something so lewd, she was still gentle and occasionally rubbed his thigh soothingly, glancing up to make sure he was enjoying himself.

After a bit she pulled back, letting his cock fall from her lips with a soft ‘pop!’. She smiled up at him, continuing to stroke him softly.

(Name) planted a sweet kiss on the tip, causing him to reach out and push her head back a little.

“No more, don’t wanna finish yet…”

She blinked and tilted her head. “Hmm? Do you wanna…”

He nodded, gesturing for her to stand up. She did, Kurapika holding onto her hips and pulling her in for a heated kiss.

He pulled away and stared at her with those scarlet eyes, a string saliva connecting they tongues.

“My perfect angel. I’m going to take your virginity today, okay?”

This made her face heat up. “… okay.”

Kurapika pulled her shirt over her head, pausing for a moment when he noticed she hadn’t worn a bra.

He hadn’t seen her breasts yet, and they certainly were an… eyeful…

“Mmm…”

He groped her chest, his hand squishing and squeezing them, a bit too rough. “H-hey, be gentle!”

She grabbed his hands and pouted at him. He looked up apologetically. “Sorry, I just got a little excited.”

He relaxed his grip, letting his thumbs run over her nipples gently. She sighed contentedly. “That’s better…”

His hands left her breasts, moving to her shorts to pull them down, exposing a pair of white panties with little scarlet hearts covering them. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Maybe!”

He pulled them down as well, looking her up and down. Now completely exposed, she felt the need to cover herself, but he grabbed her arms before she could.

“You’re beautiful, (Name). Don’t hide away from me.”

His fingers traced the stretch marks on her hips, before pulling her onto the bed with him.

She squeaked as he pinned her down, his face hovering over hers.

“Pika… you’ll be gentle right?”

She rubbed her legs together, glancing up at him with anxious eyes. (Name) was scared, yet aroused.

“Angel…”

He caressed her cheek, planting kisses all over her face. “Of course. If at any time you want me to stop, I will.”

He positioned himself between her hips, lining up with her cunt.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded slowly, pulling him closer so he’d kiss her as he slid in.

He pushed gently against her cunt, cooing in her ear when she whined in pain. “Shh, I know. We’re almost there, okay?”

He peppered kisses down her neck, his breath hitching as he pushed in further.

God, he wanted to thrust into her more than anything, pound into her until she was a mess, but he kept calm.

“Pika, it hurts…”

She whimpered, a few tears pooling in her eyes. He kissed them away, before finally bottoming out.

She immediately wrapped her legs around his hips, desperate for his comfort. He held onto her, rubbing soothing circles into her thighs.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. I’m right here…”

It took a few minutes for her to get adjusted to his size. He was about six inches, but girthy, and the stretch was a bit painful.

“P-pika?”

He swallowed, staring down at where they were connected. She could feel his cock twitch inside her. “Yes?”

“… you can… you can move now.”

He glanced back up to see her biting her lip, her hips moving ever so slightly against him.

He didn’t need her to say it twice. He slowly pulled his hips back, hissing at the feeling of her walls gripping him so tightly.

“Hnnn, angel…”

He pushed back in, (Name) bouncing slightly from the force. “Eep!”

He moved in and out at a slow, steady pace. This was a new experience for him too, the man panting from the effort of holding himself back.

He moved faster, holding onto her hips as he thrusted in and out, leaning down to lock his lips with hers.

“So so tight, angel. Wanna be inside you for forever…”

Her sweet, well spoken Kurapika was coming undone, moving to her neck to nip and bite, the girl squeaking out. “P-Pika!”

She mewled when his fingers moved to rub at her clit. “G-gonna… gonna cum, Pika…”

He continued his work on her neck, his possessive side taking over. “Mine, all mine. Gonna make you all mine okay?”

She wasn’t able to argue when he was beginning to pound into her, rubbing at her clit. “It’s okay angel, you can cum…”

He could feel her walls flutter around him when she came, her arms shooting out to pull him closer. “Kurapika!”

He barely kept himself from cumming, his tongue pushing itself into her mouth to silence her whines and whimpers.

“Mmph…”

(Name) gasped when she felt Kurapika push her legs up to her chest and continue to pound into her through her orgasm. ‘Need to… need to get her… get her pregnant…’

He had done a bit of research before on what positions would be best for getting a woman pregnant, and this position was called the mating press. It should work, right?

“Pika, ah!”

The way he was looking down at her as he sank into her cunt could make her blush all on its own. Those pretty scarlet eyes on her face, his mouth open in a pant.

“Shh shh, it’s okay. Just…”

His movements became harsher, more rough as he let loose a little. It was easier to move now that she came around him, providing natural lubricant.

But he paused when he heard (Name) whine, this time with tears in her eyes.

“G-gentle, please… you promised…”

He paused for a moment, before nodding. “Sorry, angel. You’re right, I’ll go slower, okay?”

She nodded, a cute pout on her lips. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to them before continuing.

He could tell, even when he held back that he would still be leaving bruises on her soft skin. It was to be expected, Kurapika was incredibly strong, and even at his calmest he still sometimes crushed objects in his hands by accident.

“Being so patient with me, angel. I’ll make it up to you, promise.”

He bottomed out inside her, before pulling out completely and slamming back in.

“Hnnn…”

She was being fucked stupid, seeings stars. The Kurtan could only coo into her ear.

“My good girl, taking me so well…”

He kissed away the tears from the corners of her eyes as he pounded her pussy. Although Kurapika knew he could go on for hours and wanted to fill her up with several loads of cum, he knew she wouldn’t be able to take that her first time.

He could feel himself getting close, that familiar coil in his stomach tightening. “Gonna cum inside, okay? That alright, angel?”

“P-please fill me up, Pika…”

This ignited something inside of him, his movements becoming animalistic as he nails dug into her thighs. He couldn’t hear her anymore, chasing his own high as he came.

“F-fuck, angel! Hahh…”

He rode out his orgasm, moving down to capture her lips in another heated and sloppy kiss.

She whined into the kiss, the feeling of his hot cum filling her up making her hold onto him tighter.

He continued to thrust in and out of her a little longer, looking down at her pretty eyes as he came down from his high.

He stayed inside her, smiling giddily. “That was amazing…”

She could only nod, her fingers still running through his hair. He kept her plugged up with his cock for a little longer, not wanting anything to leak out.

“Pika?”

He smiled, the nickname making him feel soft and warm. “Yes?”

She pouted up at him. “What are you gonna do if I get pregnant?”

His breath hitched, (Name) gasping when his cock twitched inside her. “I would… I would take care of you, of course. We would get married and I’d buy you a house, along with anything you’d ever want.”

She nodded slowly. “Okay… but I want one more thing.”

“Anything.”

She ran her fingers through his hair, kissing his cheeks. “If you get me pregnant, I want you to give up on getting revenge. You can still look for your clan’s eyes, but… but no more putting yourself into danger like you did the past few days.”

He thought for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay, if that’s what it takes, then I agree. I would not want to leave you and my child alone.”

She sighed in relief. “Okay… now that’s settled…”

She pointed to where their hips met. “Pull out, I wanna cuddle.”

———————

The two fell asleep soon after, entangled in each others arms. If they hadn’t both been so tired, Kurapika would have doted on her like a princess. He would have liked to have propped her hips up on a pillow to ensure none of his cum leaked out, but that would have been too obvious.

When they woke up the next morning, (Name) could only groan.

“Sorry, angel.”

He felt pretty bad for leaving her so sore and bruised, kissing the hickies and bites he’d left all over her neck.

Kurapika had automatically began tending to her wounds, cleaning the scratches he’d left on her hips when his nails had dipped into her skin.

He was a little glad that she struggled to walk, though, because that meant he got to pick her up and carry her around.

“I’ll start a bath for you, alright? It’ll help relax your sore muscles.”

He really was sweet, caring for her so tenderly. (Name) waited, naked on the edge of the bed for him. He walked back in, carrying her to the bathroom and setting her in the bath.

“I’d climb in with you, but it’s too small.”

She giggled at his pouty face, kissing his cheeks. “When I can stand, we can take a shower together. Would that make you feel any better?”

“… a little.”

When he said he’d make it up to her for being a bit too rough, he hadn’t been lying. The rest of the day, Kurapika carried her around, giving her all the kisses and cuddles she wanted.

He only left to grab takeout and some of her favorite ice cream. It was only fair, and Kurapika loved doting on her.

“Pretty…” he muttered into her hair as they cuddled on the couch. She smelled nice, his scent mixing with hers. Having her in his arms made everything seem okay.

That was until he got a phone call.

“Sorry, I gotta take this, angel.”

He walked out of the condo, (Name) waiting patiently for him to return.

When he did, he seemed a bit irritated, plopping back onto the couch with a sigh.

“Something wrong, Pika?”

“Well…”

He pulled her into his lap, kissing her shoulder. “My boss wants me back on duty within the next few days. I’ll be leaving the day after tomorrow.”

He felt her disappointment, squeezing her lightly. “I know, I wanted to stay longer too.”

He kissed the hickies and bite marks he left on her neck and shoulders, sighing. “But… duty calls. I should be finished with this job in a few months or so. Then..”

He caressed her cheek. “I’d like to see you again.”

(Name) pouted. “A few months? That’s foreverrrr!”

He chuckled. “Are you going to miss me that much, (Name)?”

“Of course.”

He was surprised at how quickly she answered, her eyebrows furrowed. It was obvious how seriously she took his feelings for her, and he appreciated her for that.

“I’ll miss you too. So much…”

He rested his head against her chest. “Have you thought over everything? Would you… like to be mine?”

She kissed the top of his head. “I need more time, Pika. It’s a big commitment.”

He nodded slowly, holding onto her so tight she was gently smacking his arm for him to loosen his grip. “Sorry, you’re just so soft, I love squeezing you.”

(Name) snickered, pinching his cheek. “Uh huh. You just wanted to put your face in my boobs, didn’t you?”

“Guilty.”

They laughed.

—————————

(Name) waved as Kurapika boarded his flight, blowing him kisses. He chuckled and caught them, pressing them to his lips.

“Be careful, Pika! Remember, I could be pregnant!”

Leorio sighed next to her. “Maybe that’s not something you should yell out in a crowded airport.”

She laughed. “Oh, oops.”

He rolled his eyes and walked her back to their cab, snickering to himself. “So are you two together now? He uh… he could of gotten you pregnant apparently?”

She sighed. “Not together, I still have some things to think over. And… I kind of have a few other guys in my life.”

“Wow, aren’t you popular.”

Leorio could understand why, not only was she gorgeous, but he’d never met someone more kind.

“Are you going back to med school?”

He nodded. “Yeah. What are your plans?”

“Well, I have a few more days at my condo, then…”

She looked out the window, smiling.

“I’ll be going to greed island.”

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evereinefaust · 8 months

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Killua Zoldyck X afab!Reader

Sypnosis: Winter was just around the corner. Feeling bored cooped up in the house, MC invited her friends to have fun outside and enjoy the season.

Word Count: 967

You looked out the window and watched the snow fall to the ground, smiling slightly when an idea popped into your mind.

"Hey, guys..."

Every head whipped around to face your enthusiastic expression.

"How about having fun outside, huh?" you hopped off the windowsill and walked towards the guys sitting on the couch.

"Sounds fun, [Name]!" Gon beamed.

"I'll go as well," the silverette leaned on the couch from behind, licking a lollipop.

"Count me in, [Name]," Leorio seconded while still lazily sitting on the other couch.

You look at the bookworm Kurta and await his answer. "Kurapika, you?"

"I guess I'll come too," he closed his book and then turned to flash a smile at you.

"Alright then! Outside we go!" you declared as you fist-pumped in the air.

You and the gang changed your normal clothes into winter ones. You wore a [f/c] long-sleeved turtle neck, [2nd/f/c] plaid, knitted skirt that reaches your knee, [3rd/f/c] thick, knee-length socks, brown school shoes, and lastly, a [4th/f/c] scarf around your neck. You also wore the [f/c] gloves Kurapika gave you on your birthday.

"Are we all ready to go?" you asked them with your fists on your hips. They all nodded and you smiled. "Yosh! Off we go!"

After heading outside, Gon suggested to have a slight snack in a cafe the gang was about to pass. Everyone agreed and went inside, the gang settled down on a table near the window. You grabbed the menu that was resting on the table and opened it, scanning the sweets and beverages. A waitress came by to get each order, and by the time she walked to your table, Leorio started drooling over her figure. You sighed and then told the waitress about your order, which is a [f/f] and [f/d], You closed the menu and looked over to the guys, Gon ordered a piece of strawberry shortcake, Kurapika just ordered a hot cappuccino and Leorio started flirting with her. You sighed again.

"That guy needs punishment."

After a few minutes of chatting and resting in a cafe, the gang exited the cafe and went to a near snowy field. You saw that no one was around and smiled to yourself. Kurapika didn't hesitate to sit on a bench and read the book he brought with him. When you turned around, a snowball was thrown at you, luckily, you dodged the attack with your quick reflexes.

"What the hell was that?" you asked in annoyance as you looked over to a laughing Leorio, a snickering Killua, and a grinning Gon.

"Too bad I missed," Killua said as he played with his snowball.

"Oh boy, you guys messed with the wrong person," smirking, you got yourself a handful of snowballs and started attacking the ground. "Witness my snow fury!"

Gon and Killua quickly dodged the snowball, hitting Leorio in the face. You tried to keep in your laughter. Leorio wiped away the snow from his face as he gritted his teeth. He took a handful of snow and shaped it into a sphere.

"If it's fight that you want, then it's fight that you get," Leorio let out a battle cry as he kept throwing the snowball.

You, Gon, Killua, and Leorio kept playing snowball fight until noon. The four of you kept laughing and playing until each one was covered in snow. You laid down on the field, laughing. The boys also did the same, and then an idea popped up.

"Hey guys..." you called them, slowly stopping with your laughter.

"Yeah, [Name]?" Gon responds, getting up from the ground.

You motioned them to come closer to you and they obeyed. You whispered to them your plan on sabotaging the Kurta who doesn't even join the fun. And then, your mission started.

"Hey! Kurapika!" Gon called to the blonde.

"Yes, Gon?" he asked, looking up from his book, only to be hit by a snowball.

"Gotcha," Killua proudly announced as he threw the ball upwards and caught it in his hand.

You looked over to him to watch his expression. Kurapika just removed the snow from his face and then dusted his clothes, resuming his reading. You sighed, then decided to attack him once again. You, Killua, Leorio, and Gon kept attacking the blonde who slowly got annoyed and pissed. Then finally, he gave in. You internally cheered when your goal was accomplished.

It's been a long day of playing outside. on, Kurapika and Leorio decided to take a nap and rested under the shade of a tree. While they slept, you and Killua were having a romantic moment, sitting on the bench as the two of you watched the snow.

"Hey, Killua."

"Hm...?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For celebrating this season with me and having fun this day," you replied as you caught a unique snowflake in your hands.

"It's no problem," he blushed then looked away.

"Here," you didn't hesitate to kiss his cheeks as a token of gratitude.

He was surprised at first and the blush turned a deeper shade of red. You placed your head on his shoulder as you started to fall asleep, Killua's arms found their way to your waist and pulled you closer to his warm body.

"I love you, Kil."

"I love you too, [Nickname]."

#fanfic #fanfiction #alternate universe #oneshot #reader insert #x reader #one shot #fluff #drabble #female reader #hxh #hxh 2011 #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter 2011

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bamboowrites · 2 years

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SAGAO AU work 2

Tw: yandere, cult, punishment, a bit of crack

You attempt to discipline your cult with various methods. “A very peculiar experience.” Albedo notes. (Gen z humour and vine references are included ehe.)

“RiSe AnD sHiNe, my lieges!” You stroll out to the front of your residence, and shout with a megaphone. You were lucky enough to have learnt a bit of craftsmanship recently, and you stayed up to make the device, with the scraps of ascension materials which your cult members had left behind. Now that you live together, you expect disciplined ‘disciples’. If you’re gonna have a cult, it’s gonna be a girlboss cult. If you have to hear Kaeya say you’re slacking off again, you’ll be snapping off a head soon. Figuratively. Maybe.

‘I sure hope they relish in my mercy now, before the sweetness passes. Some of them couldn’t even pick up their leftovers.’ you think.

The more sensible adults came as quickly as they could. As appreciation for their eagerness to do as you decree, you produce in-game skins, as in costumes, to change them from their pajamas/half-changed attires into. You revel in their surprise, and hope it’s pleasant for them.

“Good morning, Jean, Diluc, Ningguang, Zhongli. Albedo, Amber. Could you please get the rest of them? I’d rather see how wiling you all ’d be to obey me, rather than using my powers. Thank you.”

You smile warmly. As soon as they’ve fully processed what you’d asked of them (with their waking-up brains), they went back inside immediately.

While most of them respond with solemn responses, Amber returns the warmness with an enthusiastic “Yes ma’am/sir/lord!”.

The kids followed them out soon. The four kids (who were living with the rest of the members because they need caretakers) had decided to be good, so you might let them have extra treats afterwards. Also because you have been a nice elder sibling of sorts to them, albeit also being omnipotent. You let them sit nearby. As for Noelle and her peers, they were frantically dressing in their normal clothing. At least they’re trying!

The rest of them were either ignoring you, or legitimately fast asleep. Annoyed, you shout again. This time with the strength and with the annoyance you have had as someone who has been working with unruly bastards. Perhaps you’d been too lenient.

Once the team have wrung all of them away from their bedsheets, you decide to make them stand in the ‘military formation’, whatever that is. You’re not sure if your memory is rusty. It’s been a while. You finally announce your ‘evil plot’.

“Dearly detested mothertruckers, wakey wakey, it’s time fo skool!” You said in a semi-mocking tone as you look at the less obedient ones. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t pissed about the disrespect, especially after you’ve been super nice to them for the whole week. Heck, you started to make their breakfasts in the early mornings. Not today though. Time for retribution.

“You have 15 seconds to arrange yourselves in proper lines and formation in a rectangle. I ain’t got no sleep because of y’all, and if you don’t cooperate, y’all ain’t gon’ get no sleep because of me! Go!”

Kaeya, clearly messing with you, stubbornly stood there. “What are you going to do, Lord y/n?” He teased.

‘Icebridge dude’s getting cocky from his customised breakfast from yesterday.’ You caught on. ‘I’d make him go to Inazuma on a depressed Italian pizza instead of a boat if I could.’

You notice Zhongli about to get his spear out, and silently shook your head to him. He retreats his hand. Best geo archon indeed. You turn your gaze back to the peacock personified. He looks exactly like the smug blue parrot from Rio.

“Kaeya. I can control everything in this world, including your fellow cult members. If you don’t want to catch their hands,” ‘or deez nuts-’ “do as I say.” You glare at Kaeya. Before Kaeya can rebuke, Rosaria kicks him and he shuts up. For the moment anyway. You continue your speech.

“I’ll give you all 20 more seconds, in return for revoking Kaeya’s handmade breakfast privileges and afternoon sleep privileges for the week.” Kaeya suddenly falls to his knees, to everyone else’s surprise. ‘Oh? Are you falling for me?’ You know it’s not, and you know the exact reasons. Primarily from your adjustion of his in-game gravity. Partly because he has to mine and skip the resting time. ‘Good’, you muse. This isn’t the first time they’ve seen your powers, and it won’t be the last either.

“Since you have decided to creep me out with your recent stalking, unconsented pounces and lack of respecting boundaries, all of you have to choose one of these tasks to complete, after standing for 10 minutes. Popsicles and water/enslaved moisture are allowed, but no more. On to the tasks.

One, write fan fictions of yourselves. You have to do presentations like how I had to, when you all went crazy and tried to beat the living spirit out of me, when I first arrived. Yes I hold grudges because you haven’t completed your redemption arc properly yet.” You shoot a death stare at Raiden Shogun. The electro archon electrocuted you the hardest. “Xingqiu should understand what I mean. Ask Kokomi or Albedo if you have to. I will bonk you with Itto’s club if I have to.

Two, mine every ore nearby, and shout out the song I’ve taught Venti two days ago, as you mine. The almighty rickroll. Or you could wear a maid dress instead as you mine. No hiding under cloaks like Diluc’s. You will be mining with swords instead of claymores.

Third, apologise, to each other, to me, to the kids. Promise to never do anything without proper consent, unless you’re going to the bathroom. Swear on my name to follow my rules. If you fail, you’ll have to memorise all the trauma/lore I had to go through because of you all. You’ll have to recite it and identify the correct memes I will have shown you as I check your work. One mistake and you’ll have to fight a boss.

Every time I catch you do creepy stuff onwards, you’ll have to fight Dvalin, Andrius, and me at 10% power within 5 hours. You’re all getting passes this time because I still have silvers of hope for you all. Do you understand?”

You don’t wait for their replies because the kids are hungry and you’re gonna bringing them to have breakfast. It’s good that you let them go back to sleep just before making the adults responsible. If the punished have death wishes, they could come and challenge you. Your powers as their god/goddess has been fully rushed back within these few weeks, and you have no tolerance left. They will repent to their lord if they wish to be in your presence. Anyways, you should go get fresh a va ca dò s, croissants and other food items. As well as the snacks you mentally took notes to promise the kids with.

You decide that the first few more obedient ones get to slack off a bit in their tasks. Just because you feel bad. You’ll tell them in private later.

It’s tough being their god/goddess, huh.

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swbumblebee · 3 years

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Qui-Gon Jinn cupped the precious mug of tea beneath his large hands, sitting alone at the table in the small temple flat he shared with his Padawan. He closed his eyes and breathed in the vapors whilst the rest of the temple sprang into action for the day ahead.

Not today for the Jinn/Kenobi pair. It had been a long night for the Jedi Master, listening helplessly to Obi-Wan sniffing, wheezing and coughing his way through the night in the room next to his own.

After narrowly avoiding a slipper to the face the third time he popped his head around the door (“For goodness sake Master I am FINE! Maybe I’m just allergic to fusspots?”) the Jedi Master made the executive decision that there would be no lessons this morning, testing the limits of his fine Force control by turning the alarm on his apprentice’s chrono off as he quickly exited the room and escaped the teenager’s ire.

Yes. A much-needed lie in and then a day in bed (remaining exactly where Qui-Gon could keep an eye on him) with pain killers and cough medicine would do his ill Padawan a world of good.

He sat back, rather pleased with his plan, when a spark of panic ignited his training bond with Obi-Wan, and a few thuds later saw the boy springing out of his room, tunics all over the place, hair askew and a frantic look on his face.

Ah.

He hadn’t factored in his Padawan’s dedication to his studies.

“Master! Master what time is it? I’m so late!” the young man cried, grabbing random objects and stuffing them into his bag in a frenzy.

Qui-Gon stood up slowly.

“Obi-Wan I’ve spoken to your tutors-“

His panicked student heard nothing. He was frantically searching for something; lifting cushions off the sofa, shifting piles of flimsi and kicking aside discarded robes.

“Master have you seen my history pad? I had it – I had it last night I’m sure!” his apprentice was a one boy hurricane as he rushed around their flat, ducking under the table in his quest.

Qui-Gon rolled his eyes towards the heavens.

“Obi-Wan you’re not going-“

“Yes!” so focused on his victory from under their table, the teenager continued to tune him out. “Sorry Master there’s a guest speaker – I just need to check I’ve done-“

Qui-Gon sighed fondly. His boy was such a nerd.

It was time to bring out the big guns.

“Padawan!” he barked sharply, fully aware he was using his ‘Master’ voice, usually reserved for dangerous missions.

Thunk.

“Ow!”

…and immediately regretted it when his startled apprentice hit his head on the table above his crouched position.

Oh Force

He rushed towards the boy, who was slowly making his way out from under the table rubbing his head with a grimace.

“Owwww! Bloody ahhhh…Master! What was that for?” he asked, wounded.

Big watery blue eyes turned on him and Qui-Gon thought he might just be the worst being in the Galaxy.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry!” he jabbered, pulling the skinny boy in to look at his head, where already a lump was forming.

Qui-Gon was indeed, the worst being in the Galaxy.

Obi-Wan sighed, sniffing and wiping at his red nose that sharply contrasted against his pale pallor, shrugging out of his Masters grip.

“Master, what’s going on? Did you turn off my alarm?” he asked, an unimpressed expression on his young face that wouldn’t have looked out of place on the Jedi high council.

Qui-Gon refused to be cowed.

But it was a near thing.

He opened his mouth to respond when the stern face in front of him took on a decidedly more enthusiastic expression.

“Are we going on a mission!?” Obi-Wan asked excitedly, childish glee lighting up his eyes. Before the sickly boy immediately succumbed to a chest-rattling coughing fit that had him almost bent double.

Going on a – ? Qui-Gon shook his head despairingly as he rubbed Obi-Wan’s back in what he hoped was a soothing manner.

“The only place you’re going is back to bed” he corrected sternly.

“What?”

Unbelievably, the intelligent young Jedi looked at him confused. And then sneezed.

“Yes” Qui-Gon confirmed slowly as he nodded. “You, my young Padawan, have a cold.”

Predictably, he received a scowl in return.

“Master, honestly I’m fine – I promise – I have to go to lessons – Maaaaster” Obi-Wan attempted to wriggle away from the hand that was currently resting on his forehead.

Qui-Gon’s lips thinned in disapproval. The boy was way too hot, and clammy to the touch.

“No, I’m afraid not.” he declared.

“But there’s –“

“I know, I know, a guest speaker” Qui-Gon finished for him, putting an arm to his students’ skinny shoulders and turning him gently towards his room.

“Pleeease Master” the quiet, uncharacteristically whining tone of his apprentice caught him off guard, and his heart clenched just a little.

“I’m sorry Padawan, but your health must come first.”

He felt a little guilty when the young man’s shoulders slumped a little and Obi-Wan sniffed rather pathetically before, ever obedient, he gave in and allowed himself to be guided back towards his own bedroom.,

Qui-Gon pressed his advantage in his apprentice’s silence.

“Now, please go and get in the shower, and change into some fresh sleep clothes while I make your bed.” He instructed, in a patient tone he usually reserved for lessons.

All he got was a grunt in return, blue eyes dimming slightly as Obi-Wan’s feet began to drag.

Qui-Gon had to stop himself from giving him a rather smothering bear hug. That would go down about as well as Yoda’s stew.

They were nearly at the threshold, so close to victory, when Obi-Wan stopped suddenly.

“I should tell my tutors” he said, looking up at Qui-Gon worriedly.

“I spoke with the Master Scholars office this morning” he reassured his anxious student.

Obi-Wan continued to nibble his lower lip, remaining in place despite his Master’s urging expression.

“…I should speak to them” he mumbled unsurely “apologize”

Qui-Gon looked at him sharply.

“You will do no such thing” he scolded, his tone perhaps more than he intended, but it was a consistent bad habit of his Padawan, and a major bug bear of his own, that the child seemed to feel the need apologise to the Universe for his existence.

He sighed at the startled look on his boys face.

“Obi-Wan, you are perfectly entitled to be ill, every being in the Galaxy gets ill and the sensible thing to do is to take a sick day.” He said smartly, appealing to his logical student’s intelligence.

Obi-Wan continued to worry at his lip, his head cocking in a way Qui-Gon recognized as him carefully considering a problem.

“So…I’ll just… go to bed?” he clarified awkwardly.

Qui-Gon smiled.

“Yes indeed, you’ll get in the shower and then go to bed. Where you may read, fiction, for thirty minutes whilst you have breakfast and some medicine, and then you’re going back to sleep.” He informed his charge.

There was a mutinous expression present for about a fraction of a second, before his dutiful apprentice was back.

“Yes Master” came the rather sulky acknowledgement, and Qui-Gon turned away and smiled.

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A few short minutes later the Master found himself perched on the end of Obi-Wan’s bed, attempting to wrap another blanket around his pouting tooka of a Padawan.

He treasured these moments, he realized, as Qui-Gon watched the young man (little more than a child really) gently falling asleep (with just a little help from the Force). They were few and far between as the days rolled on, and he had a nasty feeling he’d have a Jedi Knight on his hands before he knew it.

Obi-Wan would be magnificent, he mused slightly melancholily as he reached out to tuck a stray ankle back under the covers.

Live in the moment he reminded himself.

There would doubtless still be many opportunities ahead to put his reckless, trouble magnet bull-headed boy to bed, and many arguments to come.

It was a bizarrely comforting thought.

#Obi-Wan Kenobi #qui-gon jinn #obi-wan fanfic #snippet of nothing #fluffy as balls #oh god it's so sappy #soft qui-gon #dad!Qui-Gon #padawan kenobi

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dindjarins04 · 3 years

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CHAPTER TWO

I AM NO JEDI MASTERLIST

You yawned and stretched as the sunlight seeped into your room. Groaning, you sat up, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. You waited for your eyes to adjust before slipping out of your nightwear and into your Jedi robes.

You attached your two lightsabers to your hip before walking out to be greeted with Padme. You gasped at the sight of her suddenly being right in front of you.

"Morning!" She exclaimed excitedly.

"Morning...aren't you supposed to be at the Senate?" You ask tiredly as she loops her arm around yours.

"Yes, but I'm here today to be with my best friend!"

"Really?" You raise a brow as she leads you into the cantine where you pick up a tray of assorted foods.

"Okay...well...I actually need a Jedi for protection and I really want you to be there instead of some random Jedi," You chuckled and shake your head as you find a seat as she takes the opposite one.

"Padme, I highly doubt my Master will let me protect you. We have a lot of training to do-"

"Exactly, this can be a part of your training! Look, I really don't want to have protection but they are insisting it happens," She sighs and rubs her temples. "Please, I'll even have another Jedi there if it makes Qui-Gon happy," You chew on your food while tapping your foot, thinking about it before sighing.

"I suppose Qui-Gon has a lot of paperwork to do and if I say this will help with my training...he may let me do it,"

"Yay!" She squeals with joy as more Jedi come into the cantine for their breakfast.

"So what's the threat anyway?" You ask, drinking from your cup.

"Oh, someone is just trying to kill me," You choke on your drink and look at her with a confused expression.

"You say that like it's just another Tuesday," She nods at your statement.

"It was expected,"

"Expected?"

"In my position, many people would want me dead, it was only a matter of time before someone attempted to do so," You nod and then see Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan enter the room. Following behind them is a young boy who looks familiar. He has a long braid and short fuzzy hair. You smile at him, he was fairly attractive. "Someone caught your eye?" Padme's voice says as she looks in your direction. "Staring at someone in particular? Let me guess...him!" She points at Obi-Wan and you shake your head.

"Padme, firstly, he is my Master's former padawan and secondly, I'm not looking at anyone," She rolls her eyes and turns back around to face you.

"Please convince him to let you protect me," She begs, her hand reaching out for yours. "I'll even stay to add my opinion,"

"I'll do it," You say as Obi-Wan and the cute boy sit at another table while Qui-Gon comes to you. "Master,"

"(Y/N)," He sits next to you and nods his head at Padme. "Senator," She smiles fondly.

"Padme is here to ask me to protect her from the threats," You begin.

"Obi-Wan and Anakin have already been assigned to that job," Padme sighs and her head drops while you try to remember the name Anakin. It sounds so familiar. "We have training,"

"Please Master, this will be a big part of my training! And Padme came to me...I'll even work with Obi-Wan and Anakin so you can get all that paperwork finished!" Qui-Gon sighs.

"She's right, I would rather have three Jedi protecting me than two...and I already know and trust (Y/N)...I would feel much more comfortable if she was here to protect me," She says in her politician's voice. Qui-Gon chews on his food thoughtfully before nodding.

"I suppose if the Senator wishes for this, I will have to accept," You smile widely and so does Padme. "(Y/N)...if you do this, the Jedi Council may see you in a better light," He says and you beam.

"Yes, Master," You grab your empty tray and Padme walks with you as you discard it.

"I now have a meeting with the Chancellor, it will be about the vote. Pack your things and meet me back at the Senate, I will inform them of you becoming my protector too," She kisses your cheek before running off. You sigh before walking to your room to pack some belongings you may need while being at the Senate.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finish packing when a knock at your door startles you. You walk over and open the door to see Obi-Wan and the boy you saw earlier there.

"Hello, Master Kenobi and..."

"This my padawan, Anakin," He says as you step aside to let them in. Obi-Wan walks to your window while Anakin hangs back at the door. "We have been informed that you will be protecting Senator Amidala with us," You nod your head in agreement.

"She requested that I was there, she would feel more comfortable with someone she knows," You say as you finish zipping up your bag.

"Well, Anakin and I are about to head down to the Senate, do you wish to join us?" He asks.

"Sure," You respond before picking up your bag and following them out of the Temple.

‡★•~~~•★‡

It is evening when you exit the Temple with Obi-Wan and his padawan Anakin Skywalker. You drop back to walk next to Anakin.

"So, Anakin Skywalker...name sounds familiar," You begin.

"Of course it is, I'm the Chosen One," He says with a smug grin as you follow Obi-Wan to the speeder.

"Really now?" You say with a small giggle.

"Yep, I am said to bring balance to the force," He says with a smirk that you find attractive.

"Wait..." You stop in your tracks. "You're Obi-Wan's padawan...which makes you that little boy I met after Luminara died," You said, finally realising who he was; the boy who helped you recover from the death of your Master.

"So that would make you...(Y/N)?" He says and you nod. "Wow...it's been what...9 years?"

"10 years," You say and he nods.

"Wonder why we never saw each other," He mutters so you can't hear.

"You've grown...I like your hair," You comment.

"You've grown too..." He says as you climb onto the speeder next to Obi-Wan. "Um..."

"I've got the front seat," You say smugly.

"Exactly-"

"Anakin, just sit at the back," Obi-Wan said tiredly. You giggled as he grunted and moved to sit in the back.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You finally reach the Senate apartment blocks after half an hour of driving through the traffic of Coruscant. Anakin's string of complaints coming to an end as he jumps out and walks inside. You slowly get out and follow him. You see him waiting in an elevator and your heart flutters when he smiles. You don't know why but you cool yourself down before following him, Obi-Wan right behind you.

"So, (Y/N), how's training going?" Anakin asks as the elevator slowly moves.

"Very well, I just hope the council sees it," You say, sighing slightly.

"Don't worry, you're not the only one the council doesn't like," You raise a brow and turn to face him.

"You think the council doesn't like me?" Anakin laughs, shaking his head.

"The council doesn't like anyone who lost their Master at a young age or started their training too old," He points to himself. "I apparently started my training when I was too old and you lost your master when you were too young-"

"Anakin, that's not how the council works," Obi-Wan interjects.

"That's because you don't see what we do," He mumbles just so you hear. The elevator doors finally slide open and you are instantly greeted by a Gungan.

"Obi! Obi! Obi! Mesa sooo smilen to see'en yousa. Wahoooooo!" The Gungan says enthusiastically when seeing Obi-wan and he smiles in response as you all exit the elevator.

"It's Good to see you, too, Jar Jar," He responds politely and the Gungan then slaps his head.

"Oops! Wheresa mesa manners? Excuse me, Master Obi-Wan. I completely forgot myself for a moment there. I have had to learn Diplodiaclect... speak it like a native now. Don't really see the point, actually, but members of the Senate seem to prefer it..." You giggled and he finally notices you and Anakin, but his bulging eyes land on Anakin. "...and this, I take it, is your apprentice... Nooooooooo! Annie? Noooooooo! Little Bitty Annie?" He stares at Anakin. "Nooooooo! Yousa so biggen! Yiyiyiyyi! Annie!! Mesa no believen!"

"Hi Jar-Jar," He then looks at you.

"Nosa! litta(Y/N/N)! Me rememberen when yousa were a small child wit Lumarina trainen yousa! Yousa have grown tup so mui!" You smile, vaguely remembering this Gungan, he was probably the one who travelled to Tatooine with you, your master, Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon. It's all coming back to you now. You've tried so long to forget that painful time.

"Jar Jar Binks...I remember you...you were the one who kept saying my robes were too big for me,"

"Yousa were such a small Jedi!" He exclaims and you giggled.

"I'm perfectly average height," You then feel someone leaning against you. You cock your head to see Anakin resting his arm on your shoulder.

"No, Jar Jar is right, you're so small," He teases and you hit his arm causing him to laugh. Suddenly, Jar Jar pulls you both in a large hug.

"Mesa missed yous so mui," He exclaims. He then begins to lead you to where Padme is. You brush down your robes and Anakin looks at you oddly.

"What?" You ask.

"Getting cold feet in front of the politicians?"

"I want to look professional," He scoffs and waves his hand. "At least I don't look like a stray Loth Cat," He turns and sticks his tongue out before following Obi-Wan. You roll your eyes before entering, Captain Typho nodding in respect when seeing you while Padme beams at you, ending her conversation with Obi-Wan. She hikes up her skirts and pulls you into a bone-crushing hug.

"I'm so glad you came! I was beginning to worry it was just these two," She mumbles and you laugh, playfully pushing her off you. "I still believe all this protection is unnecessary,"

"I'm sure the Jedi council have their reasons," Obi-Wan negotiates. She sighs and then locks eyes with Anakin.

"Annie??" She stares "My goodness you've grown," You look down. So they have history. You keep your cool as they look at each other for a long moment. Anakin smirks and tries to play smooth.

"So have you... grown more beautiful, I mean... and much shorter... for a Senator, I mean," Obi-Wan looks disapprovingly at his apprentice. You narrow your eyes at Anakin's poor attempt at small talk. However, Padme laughs and shakes her head.

"Oh Annie, you'll always be that little boy I knew on Tatooine," You remember again. Everything begins to come back. The time you spent on Tatooine. You didn't spend much time out though. You were on the ship with Obi-Wan for most of it. But then the images of Darth Maul slaughtering your Master comes back. Her dull eyes, her blood-smeared hand caressing your face as she whispers her final words, telling you to trust in the Force. You release a shaky breath. You always tried to block out that part of your life. It makes you vulnerable, it makes you have feelings; fear of losing Qui-Gon, fear of losing Padme. Overall fear. Something that leads to anger that leads to revenge that leads to the dark side. You finally refocus on your group.

"I don't need more security, I need answers. I want to know who is trying to kill me," Obi-Wan and Anakin proceed to talk to her while Typhoo pulls you to the side.

"It's been a long time, (Y/N)," He says with a smile.

"It has, I barely remember anyone here, Typhoo,"

"I'm still sorry for what happened to your Master...all of this...all of these people must give you bitter memories," You look around at everyone; Obi-Wan, Anakin, Padme, Jar-Jar and the other Senators.

"Call it bittersweet," You say.

"Two sabers?" He notices and you nod.

"I'm glad you can count," He laughs fondly at that and you smile.

"I see your attitude did not perish," Your attention is then drawn back to the room.

"Why else do you think we were assigned to her, if not to find the killer? Protection is a job for local security... not Jedi. It's overkill, Master. Investigation is implied in our mandate," Anakin says with impatience.

"We will do as the council has instructed, and you will learn your place, young one," Obi-Wan scolds.

"Perhaps with merely your presence, the mysteries surrounding this threat will be revealed. Now if you will excuse me I will retire," She turns to you. "Come, (Y/N),"

"Yes, Senator," Everyone gives Padme a bow as you follow her out. Once in her room, she sighs angrily.

"Honestly, Obi-Wan doesn't even want to start an investigation," She rants, going behind a changing curtain to slip into her nightwear.

"The council did grant us permission to protect you, not to investigate," You say.

"Really, (Y/N), you too?"

"I...I really want the council to see me in a different light. Perhaps if I listen to them...maybe they'll like me," You say as you sit on her bed. She sighs and comes out in her nightclothes and brushing her hair.

"I understand,"

"But..." You smirk. "Maybe Anakin was right. To protect you...we need to know who we are going up against to know the best way to protect you," She too smirks.

"I like your thinking," She says.

"I'll bring in R2, he'll set out lasers on the floor so if any assassins come through, they'll trip the alarm," You say and she nods.

‡★•~~~•★‡

You and Anakin sit quietly in the living room. You are on a holopad while he looks at you.

"Why do you have two lightsabers?" He suddenly asks.

"I work better with two," You answer, responding to messages Qui-Gon sent you.

"The council allowed you to train with two?"

"No, Qui-Gon allowed me to train with two," You finally look up and you watch Anakin's face flush as you catch him staring at you. "See something you like?" You tease and he laughs, embarrassed.

"Shut up," You shake your head, laughing before looking down at your holopad.

Dammint. You think. Now is not the time to catch feelings!

#anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x you #anakin x you #anakin skywalker x y/n #anakin x y/n #star wars #I AM NO JEDI SERIES #I AM NO JEDI BOOK ONE #I AM NO JEDI CHAPTER TWO

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ooops-i-arted · 3 years

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I know that considering (TCW-2008) refs/characters in this episode that it won’t be your fav but can you please share your child development thoughts for S02E05 please??

They may have been stuff I wasn’t fond of but there were so many cute Baby & Dad moments to make up for it!!

First of all, the puppeteers deserves ALL THE AWARDS for bringing Baby Yoda to life! Not just making Baby “come alive” in general, but also that sort-of-awkward way children move when they don’t have complete confidence in their limbs yet. The are doing a phenomenal job this season and I hope they are all safe and healthy and have all the chocolate they want. Not only is it fantastic from a special effects perspective, it really highlights how far Baby has come now that he’s not stuck in a pod all day and implies that Din is trying to keep him active and physically healthy, and giving him opportunities to develop his muscles and muscle control. (Just imagine them playing a makeshift game of chase through the Razor Crest!)

I absolutely loved Din saying “Hey, what did I tell you” because I have said those exact words in that exact tone SO MANY TIMES and also his Dad Voice is getting so much better! Baby actually listens to him and understands that Din expects him to listen! Of course he still wants the ball (and apparently takes it enough that Din has been practicing his Dad voice on that too, “What did I say about that” is another phrase I also use at work).

Though there may have been another reason he wants the ball this time - as a comfort item, like a child bringing their favorite stuffie to the first day of school. Baby was there when the Armorer told Din to find Jedi to bring the Baby to. He has been listening a lot when Din talks about finding Jedi to train him and give him to. I think Baby is very, very aware of the fact that the end goal is to leave him with the Jedi and is very afraid of leaving his beloved father. He would’ve had stable caretaker(s) at the Jedi Temple but in the last twenty years who knows what’s happened to him. His subdued, don’t-draw-attention-to-myself behavior in Season 1 definitely makes me think he’s been neglected, bare minimum, and possibly abused. Din not only treats him kindly but actually takes care of his needs, is kind to him, and is the most stable presence in his life. Of course he’d be terrified to leave him!

I think that’s also why he doesn’t play ball with Ahsoka, so to speak. We all know he can lift a mudhorn, a rock is no problem for him. He could do it in a heartbeat. But I think he understood that if he showed off for her, Ahsoka might take him away. So he refused for that, and because it’s very common at that age to refuse to do something to regain control of a situation. (That’s why you get kids enjoying telling you “No!” and the whole terrible twos thing.) If he refuses, he stays in control of what’s happening. But of course Din knows exactly how to tempt him with his favorite ball, and kids do want to please adults they like. Anything to hear that sweet, sweet positive reinforcement. So it wasn’t just the shiny ball that convinced Baby - it was the fact that Din was the one playing with him, and that Din so enthusiastically tells him good job. (And Din is noticeably more into it when using the orb. Maybe he and Baby have played with it before? So it’s more natural to both of them. And he was truly so proud of his boy!! It was adorable.)

It’s the same with hearing his real name, which he presumably hasn’t heard in twenty years. He responds when Ahsoka says it, but when Din says it? He’s instantly turned around, ears perked all the way up in “happy” mode. It’s special when Din says it, because Din is special to him.

Which then ties into the whole attachment thing. Baby is very healthily attached to Din. There’s a reason we stick kids with the same teacher for a year plus at a time, it’s because kids are comfortable with a regular person they can get to know, just like adults are. To Baby, Ahsoka is just some orange stranger and Din is his dad. Of course he is more attached to Din and has fears over losing him, especially if he’s been deprived of that for the last 20-odd years! It’d be different if Din was sticking around to transition Baby somewhere new, or just dropping him off for lessons. But leaving a parent permanently and abruptly after likely previous trauma? That would be horrible for Baby.

And re: The Jedi + attachments Ahsoka (and Filoni) are wrong on that. The Jedi do not forbid attachments, only letting your attachments rule you. Ki-Adi-Mundi is married and so were others, and there are plenty of Padawan-Master relationships to see - for example, Obi-Wan was attached to Qui-Gon and clearly loved him and was devastated by his loss, but it’s only when he conquers his emotions and calms himself is he able to defeat Maul, and afterward is implied/shown to mourn Qui-Gon and handle his grief in a healthy way. Anakin doesn’t fall because he’s attached to his loved ones. He falls because he’s willing to commit murder and genocide over his attachments. So “I can’t teach Grogu because he’s attached to you” is bullshit. “I can’t teach Grogu because he is attached to you and needs to be safely transitioned into Jedi life in an environment that is comfortable and safe for him, with your help as his adoptive father, and I have no way to do that here and/or don’t feel comfortable doing that” is much more accurate. (This is probably what would’ve happened if the Order was still around, anyway, and/or how he was actually taken in - the 3D TCW episode with the Jedi children shows the bounty hunters tricking the parents to kidnap the kids, implying that a real Jedi would work with the family to transition the children in a safe and healthy manner. The Rodian even says the Jedi have already spoken to her iirc.)

Of course even if Grogu is unhealthily attached to Din (which he isn’t, imo, he behaves like a child at a normal level of attachment to a regular caretaker he loves) then ignoring it and not doing anything about it is equally bad.... as we’ve already seen when he got upset with Cara last season. Baby must learn to control his powers so he doesn’t hurt himself or others, especially since he’s so young he doesn’t always have full control over his own emotions. “Big” emotions can be a lot for a kid; a screaming meltdown is bad enough when the kid can’t yeet you with their mind. I’ve been hit, kicked, bitten, scratched, had toys thrown at me, even been hit with heavy wooden blocks. A Grogu out of control with his emotions and using the Force? Terrifying. Yes, his attachment to Din makes him more vulnerable to his fears and anger - we’ve seen him choke Cara and while he only held back the mudhorn, in theory he could’ve done more. But that is just all the more reason to teach him control. Ignore harmful behavior and it will only get worse, and Din isn’t really equipped to help him navigate that since Din doesn’t understand the Force and can’t understand what Grogu says.

(Also lol at “He doesn’t understand” “He does.” You can 100% tell when kids understand you perfectly and are refusing to do it, even when a parent is making excuses for their darling. xD Especially since kids will frequently act/react differently to their parents versus other caretakers.)

“He’s hidden his abilities to survive over the years” I call partial bullshit on that. No, I don’t think Baby has done any long-term planning or had thoughts along the lines of “I’m being hunted and need to protect myself by pretending not to be a Force-user.” But I think he has probably figured out people react a certain way when he does Force things and perhaps decided “I shouldn’t make things float because then people will grab me/I will get taken away/other consequence I don’t like will happen.” That’s more in line with a toddler’s level of thinking/comprehension. And it adds greater weight to him saving Din from the mudhorn - he didn’t know how Din would react to him using the Force, if Din would try and hurt him or lock him in the pod or whatever, but he still wanted to save Din. Overall though I think Baby’s Force-use is in line with a toddler’s thoughts. “I want X to happen, I can make that happen with the Force, so I will make X happen unless I’m more scared of [consequence] happening.”

So overall a pretty revealing episode for Baby/Grogu. (I’m not used to the new name yet tbh.) Although I’m worried about how many times it will take Din hearing it to realize that yes, you are this baby’s father, get that through your beskar-plated skull.

#baby yoda meta #the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #baby yoda #grogu

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the-writing-mill · 3 years

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Fantasy au arranged marriage, pairing of choice involving Obi-Wan?

Is this... is this about the arranged marriage fantasy AU I abandoned for homework on the discord yesterday? Is that what’s going on here, anon? Are you on the discord server or does everyone just have this sort of thing on the brain recently?

In either case though I shan’t rehash that but do something else lol

Obi-Wan is born as the third royal prince in a mountainous, vaguely European country. The world is about at renaissance level technology, with a few bonuses due to the presence of magic (and magical creatures)

His majesty, King Qui-Gon Jinn, is a moral, stubborn ruler who is thought of fondly by the commoners but who is also quite unthinking at times, a bit neglectful and letting the nannies and governesses raise his children

His royal highness, crown prince Freemor is studious and quiet, and frequently works in the gardens. People are tentatively approving of him as crown prince, since he should be able to handle managing the kingdom’s graneries and other food resources well, but are worried about what will happen during foreign affairs, especially if they go to war.

His royal highness, second prince Xanatos, is... certainly aggressive and ambitious like is needed for foreign affairs, but there are too many rumors of underhandedness and selfishness for him to drum up support, especially by the public

Obi-Wan Kenobi, the third prince, grows up feeling the need to rise to his title. His brothers are already well-versed in their studies and have their own strengths physically. Further, Obi-Wan was told by a nanny when he was young that a true prince has a duty to help their citizens as much as they can and he’s never let that go

Obi-Wan, like all members of the royal family, also has the ability to use magic. And so he is sent off for a few years of his childhood to the academy run the druids/[insert magic pseudo-priest group here]. There he makes good friends with Quinlan Vos, a count’s son whose family is well known as sword mages

When Obi-Wan learns the basics of magic enough from the academy, he’s sent back to the royal family, where he proceeds to take a bre- proceeds to start studying even harder. (Obi-Wan has no chill)

Obi-Wan doesn’t take a break from studying combat, magic, politics, diplomacy, etc. (and becoming a pretty good dragon rider) until basically a few years later when Quinlan graduates from the academy’s full program and shows up to get Obi-Wan drunk. Obi-Wan’s servants quickly pull every favor they have in the palace to get Quinlan hired as Obi-Wan’s aide

Obi-Wan convinces Quinlan that he needs more experience in the real world, and that he needs to prove himself capable by his own abilities, not just the royal name. Quinlan agrees to help Obi get the experience so long as Quinlan comes along

Thus they begin their careers as errant knights

They gain a reputation for bad luck/chaos, and so eventually are only hired/requested when everyone’s sure some mission will go to hell anyways, in which case they’re very good at getting out of things in the best case scenario

During this time they also meet a certain disguised person from a certain royal family in a tavern and Obi-Wan of course flirts and tries to drink the man under the table

After a few years of this, with a few scattered months of being recalled home to the palace or sent to help protect a border from his father, Obi-Wan is called back to the palace again

It’s now that Obi-Wan finds out he has been promised to a neighboring kingdom’s crown prince to diffuse tensions, as there were two neighboring kingdoms seeming to be preparing to make a move. Obi-Wan getting married off to one prevents that kingdom from being able to attack and gets their support to help make the third kingdom back off

Obi-Wan is back for less than a week before he’s being sent off to his new life, which isn’t actually enough time to come to terms with his life getting completely uprooted and him apparently no longer being allowed to serve his kingdom how he planned to/was tying most of his identity to

Obi-Wan arrives at his new home the day before the wedding, and does not see his husband until part way through the wedding ceremony where they both take off their ceremonial veil/headpieces that covered their faces, revealing the man from the tavern

Crown prince Cody does not insist on having sex, although the are required to share a bed, and thus begins Obi-Wan’s somewhat awkward attempts to adjust to his new life

Obi-Wan attempts to be a perfect husband/married in royal, polite, keeping quiet, not causing trouble

He thinks that things are going well, and that he’ll be able to have a perfectly proper, tolerable life until he overhears his husband and a few of his brothers complaining about how distant and cold Obi-Wan apparently is, and how it seems like Obi-Wan’s birth kingdom didn’t really want the marriage

Obi-Wan runs away to the stable where his dragon is being kept, and stays with her for a while, cuddling up against he warm belly

He stays like that until he hears someone enter the stables and reflexively hides. Cody comes over to Obi-Wan’s dragon and takes care of her for a bit, checking her over and petting her and giving her a snack. Obi-Wan’s dragon clearly likes Cody (yes the dragon is Obi-Wan’s lightsaber, why do you ask?) and given the kind way Cody treats her, Obi-Wan can’t really blame her

Obi-Wan, after a night or two to settle himself down, decides to make a concerted effort to actually being a good husband by his new family’s standards

He invites Cody to tea, which is awkward until Obi-Wan switches the subject from personal matters to the latest political/governance problem. He shows up at the training arena more, until he runs into a few of the other princes and gets to spar with them a few times. He shows off a few magic tricks to the curious youngest prince Boba, when the boy finds him in the library

The princes seem to respond in kind, inviting Obi-Wan to things and being very friendly and affectionate, especially physically, which Obi-Wan’s not used to

The day Obi-Wan sasses something at Fives that leaves the man sputtering is Cody’s “oh no” moment, not that Obi-Wan realizes that the funny look Cody’s giving him is his husband trying to refrain from kissing him

Cody starts actually trying to court Obi-Wan after that, not that Obi-Wan does more but obliviously accept the attention, not even suspecting that Cody’s feeling more than a slight increase in respect and friendship for a few months

And then Obi-Wan gets word that King Qui-Gon Jinn has died

Obi-Wan is able to convince his new family to let him go back for the funeral with a well-guarded but small (and therefore fast) retinue, which includes Rex and Wolffe (? Probably? Another brother who is very competent and is not Cody, because crown prince)

The funeral is somber and formal and very much unlike Qui-Gon Jinn, and Freemor’s coronation is smooth and as simple as a royal coronation can be. Obi-Wan gives Freemor a thoughtful coronation gift and leaves. Rex and Wolffe have also come to understand what made Obi-Wan who he is much better and are very much planning on telling Cody and their brothers

A few months go by in which Obi-Wan finds himself falling for Cody more and more, and feeling guilty because he’s decided that Cody is only looking at him as a good friend now. Cody meanwhile is a bit frustrated by his new and improved seduction strategy both clearly working and not being enough to get Obi-Wan to make a move

Before Cody can act on a decision to just kiss Obi-Wan himself, Obi-Wan gets word that Freemor has died in an “accident”

This time, the kingdom is getting ready for harvest, so they can’t afford to let Obi-Wan go back. Obi-Wan sends a letter of condolences and sends an equally appropriate but far less thoughtful gift to Xanatos for his coronation

A year and a half later, after getting the kingdom through two winters very successfully, Obi-Wan finally confesses to Cody that he’s fallen in love with Cody, even though they had agreed to be political partners at the beginning. Cody (who had backed off on the seduction after Freemor’s death) responds enthusiastically

As they’re settling into their new relationship and dealing with much teasing, Quinlan Vos breaks into the palace (much to the chagrin of prince Fox, captain of the royal guard) and informs Obi-Wan that Xanatos has quickly proved to be a tyrant who can’t handle/care about running the country well enough to keep people from starving, putting most of the budget towards himself and the army

Obi-Wan… can’t exactly depose Xanatos. Even though he was third in line, he gave up those rights when he married the crown prince of another country. And the more distant relatives, while not as cruel as Xanatos, are in no way good candidates for the throne

The obvious solution, the Fetts decide, is to invade the country and take it over. Obi-Wan can’t really find a good argument since all the planning involves trying to keep civilians out of the line of fire

Usually, taking over a mountain region is very difficult, especially if you’re from a coastal trading kingdom. But they have Obi-Wan there to give them all the information they need

They spend the winter planning and begin to prepare, get everything ready after winter, and march in mid-spring

By the end of the summer, most of Xanatos’s army is defeated, or defected once they realized their royal prince/Ben the errant knight is trying to save the country with his new people

There’s some cool epic battle where Obi-Wan breaks the siege at the capital where Xanatos is holed up by flying him and Cody and a few others on dragons straight into the throne room/castle

Obi-Wan fights Xanatos as two sword mages, but Cody gets in the killing blow, despite being injured/knocked out earlier in the fight

Xanatos is given the proper funeral for a disgraced noble, and the people in the capital throw a party (technically it’s a belated coronation celebration for their new King Jango Fett)

Cody and Obi slip away from the festivities to watch from afar, and start talking about plans on how to actually rule the new territory and help it out after all the damage Xanatos did to it

The conversation ends with Obi-Wan expressing that he’s looking forward to going home (which is the first time Obi-Wan’s called the Fetts’ kingdom home) and Cody takes a moment to get over his shock before kissing Obi-Wan as the fireworks start going off overhead

Have I ever told y’all that I write really long outlines, btw?

(Also, side note: King Jango has a somewhat strained relationship with most of his sons. He raised them with very high expectations and little praise, and would not give them any responsibilities he didn’t think they were ready for. This led to, among other things, an almost co-dependent kind of closeness between the brothers. Jango, however, is more of a jerk than a bastard in this AU, so when his younger brother Alpha came back from abroad he was able to beat some sense into Jango, literally and figuratively. Boba is significantly younger than the rest of them and is being raised much more properly, but Jango is still in the process of mending his relationships with his other sons)

#ask meme thing #arranged fantasy AU #Codywan #I'll write a quick bit of prose after lunch #Anonymous #look at least this outline was only like three and a half pages

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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Check Up 2

[Doctor!Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Reader]

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: Teledoc

You let a whole week pass. Thinking about your ‘prescription’ is all you can do with your free time. You kept that sheet of paper in your purse and took it out during your lunch break, at happy hour, and every night you sat on the couch alone at night. And when you went to bed, you gave up on underwear because apparently wet dreams affect women too and you could not get him out of them.

You couldn’t talk to your friends about what happened. As far as they knew, you chickened out before the appointment. You really wish you did tell them though because now this prescription is burning a hole in your hand and you can’t figure out what to do with it.

One night, you decide hanging with your girls is a good distraction and call them up to come over for a get together. Sipping and snacking with a movie that none of you pay attention to was a great distraction.

“But chile, let me tell y’all about the last time I went to the doctor,” your high school friend exclaims, setting down her glass.

Your college friend coughs into her chest. “I told you that bump on your puss was nothing but an ingrown...but if I was wrong, I also told you to stop messing with the dude you met selling phones outside the grocery.”

She waves her off. “I’ll never have to pay a phone bill again though. However, you were right about the ingrown but I mean the pussy clinic.”

You perk up, leaning with intrigue. “Yeah, how did that go?”

“Well, I made my appointment and everything, even requested him specifically to see me. So after I got my wax and went over there, I got seen and put in a room for examination. He comes in and BITCH!”

You feel your heart lurch in your throat. Of course he sees other women with this. But one of your friends? Is there anything more disgusting?

She continues, “...so I’m sitting there like a deer in headlights looking at this brown, tall, muscular, educated with an attitude ass that I could never let slip from my grip if he needed it.”

Your college friend hoots and hollers. “Baby GIRL! So how did he do? Did y’all fuck? Oh my God that’s one of my favorite porn genres: Doctors and Bosses fucking you all over the office!”

High school friend shrugs, taking her glass up woefully. “He is unfortunately long winded and VERY clinical in his explanations of the damn vagina. I never thought I could be so bored of it, I almost wanted to sit on his face just to shut him the fuck up, which I did offer.”

“To sit on his face?!” you exclaim loudly, checking yourself internally for your outburst but she doesn’t notice.

“I offered for him to see it. I thought a gynecological exam came with it, which it does but he steps out and some white woman comes in and does the same bullshit I always get at my regular doctor.”

“Damn, so the streets were telling lies?” College friend whispers, looking incredulous into the distance as her hopes crumbled in her mind.

“Unfortunately, I think so. So (y/n) don’t even worry about missing that appointment, it’s literally a lecture with a pap smear at the end, which is worse than any lecture I sat through in college. At least my TA was down for a make out every exam time.”

You chuckle absentmindedly, but not because of her academic indiscretions. You had to know why he gave you the treatment differently. And you have left him on a limb for over a week now when there is no greater sign than this that he may have clearly expressed interest. You couldn’t be left stuck on stupid.

“Hey y’all, I’ll be right back. My mama wants me to call her about some movie actors she wants me to look up. She never gon learn Google.”

Your friends go right back to chatting with each other as you walk back to your room and shut the door. It’s 6:30, would he even be available to talk? You have no idea if this is a personal number or his work number, but if you had to leave a message, that would be better than nothing. You are a patient, after all.

You sneak back to your bedroom, closing the door and laying out the prescription paper on your desk to make the call. Your heartbeat was pounding strong in your chest as you became excited. The back and forth pull of hoping he wouldn’t pick up while hoping to he would makes you feel foolishly juvenile, but your muted shriek as the phone rang confirmed how exhilarating this all is for you.

It rings once, twice, three times, then four. You start to wonder if you should hang up or wait to leave a voicemail. What would you even say? How could he respond to-”

“Good evening, Dr. Erik Stevens speaking.”

Your heart couldn’t take the pressure, leaving your body it seems as you freeze in shock.

“Hello? Is this (Y/N)?”

You plop back on the bed, beating a pillow beside you to work out you sudden burst of energy. How the hell did he know it was you?

“Uh, yes. It’s me, thanks for calling,” you reply professionally.

“...you called me,” he says with a warm laugh on his end.

You smack your forehead, “Oh yeah! I did, you’re correct. I meant to say thanks for answering.”

“What’s up?” he asks coolly.

You puff out your cheeks, finding the words as smoothly as possible. “Um, I had wanted you to fill me, erm, fill YOU in on my progress but really there isn’t much to go on.”

“Really?” he says, sounding genuinely curious. “What’s been happening?”

You shrug as if he can see it. “I mean, who knows but I know I have been busy so I can’t dedicate a ton of time but also, when I have tried...you know…”

“Masturbation?”

You felt your pussy jump 3 feet that time. The word sounds so 1970s PSA after school special to you but when he says it, it’s like your favorite thing on the menu being a happy hour item when you didn’t expect it.

“Heh, yes. So when I tried like you did, I couldn’t feel the things I did in your office,” you feel so meek and shy talking about this. He is a doctor, it’s his job and he has seen it all but you shrink within yourself discussing this.

He gives a couple uh huhs and pauses before asking, “How did I make you feel during your visit?”

Your body tenses up again as you stammer some, getting worked up.

“Now be easy, that is the start of the issues right there. Calm down and relax. Take some deep breaths.”

His voice is like coffee: rich, energizing, needed to get from one activity to the next. You do so clutching a pillow tightly in front of you. “Ok. when I was there honestly I was nervous. I wasn’t sure what to expect but friends said I should see you just cuz you’re so fine.”

“Hm, I guess that’s a recommendation I won’t complain about.”

You both laugh together.

“It’s crazy but I wanted to see what the fuss was. I should’ve known better, why would I go do this after so many women before me,” you make sure to add that to get a gauge of his status of wooing anyone else like you.

“I don’t take on every patient that comes in, so you know,” Erik says assuredly.

“I know…” you say trailing off with slight disappointment.

“Also...I gave you extra...care because it seemed to work best for you. I have not done that with any other patients because they seem honestly more into the information I provide or ask for a female doctor or are very enthusiastic about examining themselves.”

You tried to find the right words to say just so that it doesn’t come off as too thirsty but real. He wanted to know that he took care of you after all.

“Well, I appreciate you being in tune with your patients like that. I didn’t necessarily expect what happened but it felt good all the same. I mean I really had some issues with seeing the good of my…”

“Vagina, though you probably mean vulva,” he says matter-of-factly.

You felt embarrassed again. How you, a woman, couldn’t say it but from him it’s like reading a feminist poem. “Vagina/vulva, exactly. I always hear about so many standards guys have and that influences women to pass on even more standards on what it should look like, smell like, feel like, but none of it matches me to a T. So you informed me and that made me not feel weird about opening myself up to you after knowing you for 5 minutes. Plus, it’s your job of course, so I know I ‘m not the first.”

“You weren’t just a part of the job though.”

“Come again? What?” you ask, sitting up straight.

“I can’t lie when you were here, I was highly attracted to you. You engaged me in conversation, which showed me how smart you are. And you’re...beautiful, in every possible way.”

You practically eat your pillow at the revelation. “I...that is...amazing you would say that.”

Erik chuckles. “I mean that too. And I apologize in advance if it’s forward but I hoped you would call when I gave you the prescription, I almost didn’t think it would happen.”

You fan yourself excitedly, “Can’t seem too eager. But I could use a refresher on what I was taught.”

“Exactly what this hotline is for! So let me think here. You’re in a comfortable space, right? Alone.”

This reminds you that your friends are in the other room. “Sure, yeah.”

Erik’s voice drops a little lower as he discusses the topic at hand. “Ok. The best way I find that works for you is if I were to spread your legs wide. It gives me a lot of space to work with.”

You feel yourself warm up at the image. “Sure, that definitely works.”

“Yeah, cuz I can have you completely open in front of me, so there’s nothing and nowhere to hide. Your body is served up right and ready for me to...demonstrate. By now, I could tell already that you’re aroused. Do you want to do this, while you’re on the phone with me?”

You run lightly over to your bedroom door to lock it, kicking off your shorts and underwear to fly back onto the bed. “Ok, sure. And you really could tell already?”

“Uh huh. Cuz you can’t look straight at me at first and you holding on to the sides of the table to brace yourself. But I promise I won’t do anything that would hurt, ok? Then I take my hands and run them along your inner thighs.”

“Oh wow,” you say already breathless, as your fingers feel the softness of your inner thigh, tightening your stomach up from the sensation.

“Does that kinda tickle you?” he asks gently.

You giggle. “Yeah it does,” you say, running one hand down your inner thigh back and forth light as a feather.

“That’s good. It helps with anticipation, excitement. Your laugh is cute too, and that makes me want to hear you do other things too, so I kiss the skin on your thigh cuz it��s soft and-”

You gask, jerking your legs together again and smile with all teeth, trying to hold in the goofy laugh that almost spurted from your mouth.

Erik laughs. “...and I make you gasp and laugh just like that. Like I did something so innocent and childish when I’m only getting ready to bring the freak outta you with just my tongue.”

You exhale, feeling yourself become anxious as your body gets antsy. You wish with all your heart he was in the room.

“Now I can see for real you wanting me. That pussy starts to talk back to me a little and it makes me curious. You remember how my fingers felt pulling your lips apart for the first time?”

“God, yes,” you moan, reliving the very moment. You feel your lips, vulnerably tender to your touch, you take your fingers down between them and shudder, looking down as you part them, you catch a glimpse yourself in the full length mirror on your closet door.

“And when I do that, it tells me everything. I can tell your body is getting your shit ready for me, making your skin more sensitive for my touch, those walls getting warm and wet to make you want more and more, and I want to taste it. The sweet drip that pools from within you, I gotta have it. But only a taste.”

“You can taste it all,” you whisper, reaching for your clit.

Erik laughs. “Ok, thank you. But don’t you dare touch that fucking clit yet.”

You sit up, putting your knees together feeling frustrated. “What? Why?”

“So before I get my taste, I have to taste with my eyes right? Now I got to taste it with my touch. So, let me place my hand on top of you, running my fingers through some curls of yours til I get to your lips, dragging my thumb up and down so you good and coated with all that drip. Go ahead and do that for me.”

“Wow, yeah,” you hiss, turning over on your stomach, spreading your knees wide with a high arch, imagining him seeing you fully vested.

Erik sounds very close to the phone as he says, “I really really like the way your lips look under my fingers, it’s like they dance with my rhythm and it’s hard to stop. But I had to know what your pussy was talking to me about from earlier, so I put my finger inside you, slowly, pushing in. That’s when I feel you tighten up a little.”

You slide two fingers in and out of yourself as you bite the pillow. “More.”

“More? That’s what I thought too, since you tighten up for one finger, I easily put another in, feeling your walls put their work out on me.”

You dig your forehead into the mattress, not able to wait any longer, you move your soaked finger up to your clit, shuddering against your touch.

“I know, especially, when I work your clit with my fingers in you at the same time. It’s like you forget to breathe, going quiet then gasping sharper, faster..”

You feel your arousal at its peak, breathing into your chest as your back curls up, pushing your hand deep into your sheets. You sit into your hand further, not wanting to let go of your climax too soon.

“Ohh, shit, I think you found your nut, didn’t you?”

“Yes, yes! Fuucck Erik,” you repeat over and over with the rhythm of your hips as your orgasm grows, messing up your sheets and giving not a fuck about it.

“I did, but you know what I need now? I got my eyeful, and my touch, but now I really really need to taste you,” Erik says with a growl.

“Taste it,” you plead.

“I take my fingers out of you and they are soaked with you cuz you wanna give me your all. I want you to look at me as I lick my hand clean of you.”

“I see it. Taste some more.”

“Your hips are moving at me, getting closer like you need more.”

“I do!” You say louder feeling a concentrated force work from your center toward the outer edges of our body.

“I love to see you need it. You ain’t playing with me laughing and smiling, you’re begging and angst ridden. Now I have to make you feel me, it’s what I have to do. Just when my tongue touches down on your lips, your legs jerk around me, but I know that’s only a reflex so I dig my tongue into your deeper, whipping it up to your clit before wrapping my lips around it.

“Shit! Fuck!” you whisper feeling your clit get over stimulated, aftershocks leaving you jerky..

“Just like that, baby girl. You hooked right into me. Feeling your hands dig into me skin while you cum had me solid. It took everything for me to not turn you over and show you the real shit. Now I want you to come.”

You push yourself up slowly, your head feeling hazy. You hadn’t came that hard since the last time, and you just had to get the full experience.

You roll over, feeling lifted. “I have.”

“Nah, I need you to meet me.” Erik demands. You spring up from your bed. “Where? When? Like, huh?”

“Just come to my office. We closed 30 minutes ago. I’ll wait for you.”

You run to your shower to get a quick fresh up before putting on something cute but functional. You figure something that will allow him to get all of you just like he said he wanted over the phone and no one is more naked than going to the bathroom in a romper,s o you chose this olive green, with skinny faux belt in the front and a love neckline. Some platform sandals that match your skin tone and some curl refresh in your hair, and you’re good to go.

As you walk out of your bedroom, seeing your friends there almost scare you.

“Uh, girl where are you going? Is your mom alright?” Your college friend asks while looking you up and down in your new outfit.

You put on your best acting performance. “She is, but she lost the remote again and hit a button so I need to reprogram something. I’ll be back, stay long as y’all want to.”

“AHEM! You look rather nice for a pop over to your mama’s. Is there something else going on?” High school friend asks with a judgmental gaze.

You feign frustration, “Ugh, I know, it’s such a hassle, but daughter’s gotta do what they gotta do. I’ll be back in like...a while.” You exit your apartment in a rush, dodging all follow up questions aimed at your back.

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#pt 3 to come!#erik killmonger x reader #shakafic

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mynameseri · 4 years

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hallo, yes to the leorio Illumi Ging question, thanks :D

**HCs for reader bonding with Kikyo Zoldyck, Gon, Kurapika in response to this ask

Kikyo:

Kikyo is standoff-ish and cold. It’s going to be hard to bond with her or get to know her because she is emotionally closed off to the world.

She’s not super talkative so you will have to make conversation and hope she’s willing to respond to whatever you’re saying.

She’s very overprotective over her family and their business so she won’t let you know too much about it.

She will like you if you have a dark sense of humor.

Gon:

The best way to bond with Gon is going on an adventure or doing something fun with him

He’s super open minded and enthusiastic to get to know you. He has a lot of questions for you and wants to know everything about you.

There’s always something to talk about with Gon, the conversation never goes dry

He appreciates how genuine and nice you are and that you want to get to know him on a personal level.

Kurapika:

Kurapika is very skeptical and aloof at first. He doesn’t open up to just anybody

He’s open minded to get to know you once he has a sense of what you’re like as a person and realizes you’re not evil

It takes a few attempts at spending time with him to get to know him better, he’s not the type to trust you immediately

He will share his personal life with you once he feels like he can trust you.

#eri.writes #hxh writing #hxh tag #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter headcanons #gon freecss #gon x reader #kurapika x reader #kurapika #gon headcanons #kurapika headcanons #kikyo zoldyck #kikyo hxh #kikyo headcanons #hunter x hunter writing

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jocazep · 4 years

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 10

Author’s notes: Hi, remember me? Sorry about the six-month hiatus, but I’m back at it! And it gon’ get dark (even more so than before), so this is just me laying in the groundworks early... ENJOY~

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

Taglist: Now closed

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Chapter 10 - Trading Secrets

Curtis couldn’t remember the last time he slept so well--it must have been before the train. There were no dreams, there were no nightmares, just deep, post-climax slumber as if the world around him has melted away--until the alarm blaring “oh-seven-hundred-hours” yanked him out.

He jumped up, but had to take a second before realizing where he was, as the rest of the revolters joined him, stirring awake and confused--the world outside was pitch dark.

“We’re traveling against time zones” Your voice sounded from behind--Curtis turned to see you walking up with a cup of hot water in hand, ”C’mon, need to make some arrangements before we push on.”

“Good morning to you, too.” He took your extended hand, stood up, and pulled you in for a quick kiss. You didn’t kiss back. “What’s the matter?”

“Oh nothing. Gilliam is looking for us is all.”

The truth of the matter is a little bit more complicated than that.

You woke up early. As a medical apprentice, you used to do that before you had important appointments, as it would clear your head and prepare for your day, but today you found no such effect.

Your eyes fixated on Curtis as he lay next to you, breathing in and out, but your head was a million miles away. What was last night? Was it just two people seeking solace in each other after the death of a mutual friend? Or was it the culmination of all those little touches and stolen glances and shared silences? Did it mean anything to him? More importantly, did it mean anything to you?

But then Mason entered your mind in stealth, slowly gnawing away in the back of your head, until you couldn’t focus on the inner debate between your commitment to your father vs. your--your what? Your responsibility? Your debt?--whatever it is you owe to the revolt.

So you push yourself up, and padded barefoot towards where Mason was being held captive.

“It’s about time.” Her unmistakable accent greeted you before your eyes could find her, “ah is that water?”

You didn’t respond, but dipped the mug in your hand lower so she could suck a mouthful of the liquid before you rescinded it.

“Any chance you can spare some food as well, my dear?”

“Not unless you want the fish they gutted before the fight.” You sat down next to Mason, and silence fell for a second.

“Well, I suppose we should make a de--”

“When did he send you to the tail section?”

“Excuse me?”

“I said how old were you when my father first sent you to the tail sections?”

“I must have been around...well, your age.“

“You don’t know how old I am.”

“You, Joanna Catherine Watt Wilford, are thirty-two years and some three odd months old.”

You stare at Mason in astonishment.

“I’ve seen your birth certificate. There was a time when Mr. Wilford thought about giving you to a foster family... After your mother passed away of course...” Mason took a pause, “But I thought you are here to warn me--”

“I am.” You kept your eyes straight ahead, “This is just my human interest story for the report.”

You tend to forget that for some people, there was a life before the train, since you had barely turned fifteen when your estranged father plucked you from the monotony of a privileged private school, into a monotony of the train.

But hey, at least you got to practice medicine and help people. Is that what I’m doing now?

“The report--that’s why I first went down there too, you know...He must see it as a rite of passage.” A smile threatens to break as Mason reminisced about her past.

“Was it..” You didn’t know how to phrase the question, but luckily Mason caught onto your train of thought.

“Oh dear, even more so. Mr. Wilford really turned it around. They were surviving on rats and vermin before the protein block assembly. When I first went down there... it’s as if all society had broken down. There was stories about this pregnant woman... And when they found out who I was, they chained me up and almost tore me to pieces. Imagine what they would do to you. ”

You had heard enough, “All right, here’s the deal. I keep you alive, you keep your mouth shut about me. Sound good?”

Mason nodded enthusiastically as you stood up to leave. “Just one more thing, what does Mr. Wilford want with Curtis?”

You did not look back, “Ask another wrong question, and my father will hear about it.”

Mason all but clasped her hands onto her mouth.

You were planning to sneak back and lay your head on Curtis’ chest, relive the little escape you two had before the day had to begin, but today luck just wasn’t on your side. As your turned the corner back into the makeshift dorm, soft crying and sniffling caught your attention.

It was Tanya. By the dim moonlight reflected from the snow, you could see her clutching a piece of paper and wiping tears from her face. By the time you realized it was the charcoal drawing of Timmy she was holding, it was too late to turn back.

Noticing the light shift, Tanya sat up and look at the person standing a few feet from her. You didn’t know what to do for a moment. You two haven’t been alone since you came clean about Timmy. In a letter no less, you coward.

“I didn’t mean to--”

Tanya lay back down and closed her eyes.

What was the rest of your sentence anyway? You asked yourself as you padded towards the infirmary section, sleep now the last thing on your mind. Didn’t mean to pry? Didn’t man to take Timmy? Didn’t mean to get so close to Curtis and the revolt?

You were pulled from the reverie by Yuna’s hand tugging your sleeve. Around you, the men were deep in discussion, figuring out how many people to station at each section.

Yuna slipped you a piece of paper torn from the small notebook you gifted her. On it she had drawn a picture of herself and Namgoong in the prison section, the many drawers colored dark and ominous. Yuna pointed to the drawers.

“It’s a little advanced for you but ok,” you took the pencil from her and spelled out the word prison, “Prison, it’s a place to hold people that have broken the law.”

Yuna didn’t seem to like that word. She wrestled the paper from you, pointed to the drawers again, and looked at you, waiting for a response.

“Jo?” You whipped your head back to the much less mystifying, but much more important meeting.

“Yes, I’m sorry.”

Curtis gave you an update, “Gilliam will stay behind, with 50 men stationed in the water section, then 15 men at each other section before our base,” Base is what you called the tail section now, “Grey will stay with Gilliam as well.”

“Nonsense, Grey will be much more useful to you than me.”

You shot a look at Gilliam as he chimed in, wondering if he really meant it.

“I think Grey should stay too. We are already a large pack as it is--”

“Don’t forget, Jo, we’re going ahead to take the engine,” Gilliam gave you a long look, “who knows what you will find there”.

Right. You bit your tongue and didn’t argue any further. Let’s never forget

“We were trying to decide what we should do about Mason.” Namgoong picked up the thread of discussion, “What do you think?”

“She’s injured, will only slow us down.” Grey’s voice was very quiet.

“I would rather keep her close than let her stay with the captured soldiers. Who knows what she’ll get them up to.”

“That’s fair, I can’t possibly keep an eye on her the whole time,” Gilliam agreed.

“Tanya’s doing a great job watching her.” *So that’s why she’s not in the meeting.*

“She didn’t want to come with us?”

“Of course she did, but--”

“I think Jo’s saying Tanya should go with you.”

The discussion wrapped up quickly after that, as dusk was threatening to break over the horizon. Your partners in crime stood up and went off--there were bags to pack, arrangements to make, and farewells to say.

You dragged your feet, hoping to spend a few minutes with Gilliam before setting off.

“Having doubts, dear?” Gilliam clicked by on his crutch.

“Before I first came down--”

“Perhaps it’s best you don’t tell me exactly what Wilford asked of you.” Sometimes you wish you had his ability to see right through everything.

“You don’t want to know?”

“I would be lying if I said I didn’t,” Gilliam chuckled, “But I’ve feigned ignorance too many times, even for someone my age. I’d like this occasion to be real.”

“Then...can I ask how much you know?”

“As far as I know, the revolt should have served its purpose after the water supply section.”

You nodded, “Do you ever ask yourself, why he always landed on culling?”

“It wasn’t just him, my dear.”

For the second time that day, you stared in astonishment.

“Perhaps you’re the only person with whom I can share this secret.” There were mini explosions happening in your head as Gilliam spoke, “No past revolt has gotten past the water section. Sometimes it was disorganization, sometimes it was survival instincts, sometimes just plain human greed. But every time, the necessary culling would take place, and the tail section would treasure its existence that was magnanimously gifted by Wilford.”

“Why did they settle?”

“The very first revolts that took place, was only six months into the train journey. Curtis was a little past seventeen, completely unaware, and Edgar, god rest his soul, was just a baby. The leader, he rallied enough people to fight. But every battle cost heavily on his side. Byt the time he got to the prison section, there were only a handful of adult men left. And Mason, who was also a surveyor at the time, managed to entice him with promises of a better life. He held out for a while, but eventually he chose the devil he knew.”

“Your point being?"

"My point being, there's only so much you can do at one given time. Learn to pick your battles."

---

You left Gilliam soon after, head still reeling from the secrets he confided, wondering if he ever regretted his past decisions.

“Hey...” Curtis snuck up on you, taking your hand. You jumped slightly, taken out of your trance. “Do you realize this will be the last time we’re alone for a while?”

“Yeah...?”

He pulled you into him, and caught your lips in a long kiss. You both stumble towards the steel walls of the train, eventually settling in a nook. Curtis dipped his tongue past your teeth, tangling with your tongue, one of his knee wedging between your legs, bringing back heated vignettes of last night. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hips bucking against his thigh, your belly bumping up against his increasing hardness.

Curtis eventually lifts his lips from you, allowing you to breathe, while he latches onto the side of your neck. His hand roams up your belly, kneading your breasts, squeezing your side--

“Ow!”

“Shit, sorry,” Hard pause as he remembers your injury, “Is it getting better?”

“No, but I’ll live,” you answered, breathless, ��when we get to the health section I’ll take a closer look.”

Curtis rest his head against yours, gulping for air, “This is your injury number three, huh?”

“Yeah, you are bad news for me.”

From the front of the section, someone called out, “Curtis, Jo, we’re doing the portrait!”

“You gonna be okay there?” You eyed his bulge.

“Yeah, just gimme a minute...”

The portrait took longer than you expected. While Painter took down your likeness in charcoal, Andrew was playing with the now captive Mason, asserting his newly-earned dominance over this once proud magistrate.

“I was hoping to talk about it earlier.” Curtis said out of the corner of his mouth as you all stood, eight half-frozen figures.

“I...enjoyed it?” You said, tongue in cheek, “Would recommend to a friend.”

“Funny,” Curtis couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face, “But seriously...”

“I mean...” You looked up at him, “If we both survive when this is all over...”

You were joking but the words hit home for Curtis, as he remembered Edgar. Will you both come out of this alive? He had always considered himself as someone with nothing to lose, but now...

You turned away as you noticed Curtis staring into the distance. Gilliam was standing in the front of the crowd that would stay behind, looking at you with his signature elderly smile, and something else just behind the glasses, a mutual understanding that this is truly farewell.

You found yourself running his words again and again in your head.

“The leader asked for running water, and a stable food supply. Wilford agreed, but asked the leader to help him maintain the balance in the tail section whenever necessary. A few months later, the protein blocks started coming in, a washroom was unlocked, and my secret phone compartment was installed.”

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cinna-wanroll · 4 years

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*Is not writing the Obitine novel since apparently Disney cant fit it into their schedule*

That was a lie, in case you hadn’t already guessed lol. Anywho, here’s an excerpt from the first chapter since I’ve been a bit slow on uploading any original content. Keep in mind that this is a first draft, so I’ll probably end up editing it later

“Hey, buddy,” Vos clapped him on the shoulder enthusiastically.

“Hello, Quin,” Obi-Wan offered the Kiffar a good-natured smile and continued his walk.

“Off to the races again already, I hear,” Quinlan continued, following his friend.

Obi-Wan cocked a suspicious brow, “Yes,” he kept his tone mild, almost adding ‘unfortunately’ to the end of his sentence, “who told you?”

Quin shrugged and turned, beginning to walk backwards casually, “Oh, you know, my usual informants. Word travels fast around these parts, especially if you’ve got connections.”

Obi-Wan grinned disbelievingly, “Mm.”

“So,” his friend gave him a little nudge as he pivoted back around, “who’s this lady you’re off to rescue, hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

Obi-Wan hated to admit it,, but Quinlan was actually quite charming, so he let the insinuation slide.

“The duchess of Mandalore.”

Vos’ eyebrows shot up in disbelief, “The duchess?” Quin repeated in shock, “Damn, Obi-Wan. Aren’t people like her, like, hardcore Jedi haters or somethin’?”

Obi-Wan shook his head, “Not anymore, since the treaty of Kal’desh almost 82 years ago,” he cast a pointed gaze at the Kiffar who he’d obviously lost at the word ‘treaty’, “You’d know this if you’d paid any attention in Galactic History.

Quinlan grinned, “Hey, I passed that class.”

“Only because you bribed Bant with Gumbah pudding for a month and a half.”

“Whatever, man.”

Obi-Wan smiled adding, “Not to mention, she’s supposedly the leader of some pacifist group there. The New Mandalorians.”

Quinlan wrinkled his nose, “Sounds like a bunch of nonsense to me. Nothing ever got done by pacifist legions in the past- at least not anything that lasted longer than a couple of years. This galaxy needs structure, not some peaceful delusionists. Besides, how peaceful can a Mandalorian organization be?”

Obi-Wan pursed his lips and looked down, forced to admit he’d thought the same things. How peaceful was a group that’d managed to stay alive among even the harshest of cultural climates? Obi-Wan was guessing not very peaceful at all.

“I’m not sure, but Master Windu said that this mission is of utmost importance.”

Quinlan sniffed, “Yeah, to his paycheck, probably.”

Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, “Quinlan, you know Jedi don’t get paid.”

“Most Jedi. I’m just saying, those council members always seem to be a little concerned with issues outside the Republic, than with issues at home.”

Obi-Wan grimaced- he and Vos had never agreed on that particular subject, “We are defenders of the galaxy, Quin.”

His friend shrugged again, changing his tone immediately and smiling, “Yeah, well, just don’t fall too in love with her, mmkay? She might chop that pretty little head of yours off for peace”

“Isn’t that technically what we do sometimes?” Obi-Wan made a pained expression, despite the fact that he was willing to admit it. There was just something about it that made him feel guilty.

“Yeah, but at least we’re upfront about it.”

“And who’s to say they’re not?”

“Fair enough.”

They walked in companionable silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts.

Although unlikely friends at first glance, Obi-Wan and Quinlan actually got along quite well. They were both calculated, witty, mischievous, and sarcastic fighters with a knack for getting themselves in trouble.

Except while Quinlan owned up to causing his antics, Obi-Wan was always the unfortunate person who could be convinced to join in for a cause when things were already taking a turn for the worst.

They stepped up to the entrance of the mess hall, which was bustling with masters and padawans alike cramming generous heapfuls of muja muffins and mist-pudding onto their trays.

“Mm-mm,” Quin rubbed his hands together, “I am starving!”

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but nod eagerly in agreement, eyeing the tantalizing food as a group of creche students passed them.

He wasn’t surprised to spot Qui-Gon at the very front of the extensive line, on time for the food, of course. Obi-Wan rolled his eyes.

“Good morning, boys.”

Obi-Wan turned around towards the direction of the voice, lighting up.

A familiar emerald face greeted him, serene and kind.

Quin turned his head to her as well, “Mornin’ Luminara.”

Obi-Wan bowed and nodded towards the food line.

“Can you believe this?”

Luminara smiled faintly and sniffed, peering in, “On buffet day? Certainly.”

“Aka the only day they serve real food in this Force-forsaken place,” Vos chimed in.

Obi-Wan and Luminara shared a look, but inside Obi-Wan couldn’t help but agree.

The Temple was many things, but it definitely wasn’t a diner.

“What do you think our chances are of paying off some people at the front for their spots?” The Kiffar queried, gazing back at Obi-Wan and Luminara for suggestions.

“Oh?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help the sarcasm that snuck into his tone, “and with what credits do you intend to do that?”

“Dunno. I was thinking more… services,” Quin countered.

Just as Obi-Wan was about to ask what services Vos was implying, Luminara interjected, “At this point, I doubt we’d even get close enough to the masters at the front of the line without being taken away.”

Obi-Wan nodded as he followed her gaze to where a group of large, burly-looking masters stood glaring at the passerby. It looked like they hadn’t gotten their caff yet that morning. He gulped.

“Luminara’s right, Quin, we should forget it and wait until the line dies down.”

His friend glanced over at him, “Don’t you have to leave by then?”

Obi-Wan drew in a sharp breath as Luminara frowned.

“What? You’re leaving again?”

He nodded, glaring daggers at Vos and refsing to look at Luminara.

“Yes, I was just notified about it this morning. Had I known sooner, I would’ve told you.”

“And yet Quin knows,” she quipped, narrowing her eyes and crossing her arms indignantly.

“I’m tellin’ you people, I’ve got connections,” Vos emphasized, leaning against the entrance wall.

Ignoring the Kiffar, Luminara began, “They’re over-working you again.”

Obi-Wan threw Quinlan an accusatory look that was responded to with a simple ‘here we go again’ eyeroll.

“It’s not fair to you, or to the other padawans who want mission opportunities. They want and deserve experience too! I cannot understand why the council is doing this. My suggestion would be-” she was cut off by an approaching figure, which turned out to be her master.

Obi-Wan winced.

“Padawan Unduli, do you really think your time is best spent here, dawdling with these hooligans?”

Obi-Wan disregarded the snide comment, instead trying to throw an apologetic gaze at his friend. Although out of the corner of his eye he saw Quinlan bristle at the remark.

Luminara bowed and lowered her head, “No, master.”

“Then come along, it’s no wonder you’re always hungry.”

She followed obediently, but not before shooting Obi-Wan and Quinlan a sad, apologetic gaze as she left.

Quin snarled when they were out of earshot, “Now there’s someone I’d like to pay off. With a good kick in the-”

“Vos,” Obi-Wan chided sternly.

His friend huffed and glowered, “What?”

“Don’t be crass. At least, not this early in the morning.”

Quin shrugged and rolled his eyes, finally stepping away to look for an open table.

“Besides,” Obi-Wan added while following, “I’m pretty sure you’’l have plenty of chances to do that when I’m gone, and am unable to provide you with proper impulse control.”

Quin laughed.

“Nah, it’s not as much fun without someone there sassing me.”

He returned his friend's cheerful look, “That’s a fair point.”

Luckily for the pair, Obi-Wan spotted a good amount of free space beside Qui-Gon, mostly because his master had a reputation of being a messy eater- not to mention, he had taken two trays.

“Bingo,” Obi-Wan grinned at Vos.

The two padawans approached Jinn and sat beside him, Obi-Wan respectfully nodding while Quinlan eyed the food on the second tray.

“Hello, master,” Obi-Wan greeted.

“Hello, Obi-Wan,” Qui-Gon replied after swallowing a mouthful of food. He took a swig of blue milk and then turned to acknowledge Quin, “Padawan Vos.”

The Kiffar snapped his gaze away from the food, nodding quickly.

“So,” Obi-Wan began, “are there any other details I should be aware of during this mission?”

Jinn turned his full attention on Obi-Wan, “The duchess is young- about your age, I believe. She’s said to be stubborn but kind, with a deep passion for all living things… much like someone else I know.” A playful spark lit up Qui-Gon’s eyes, something about them very knowing.

Obi-Wan did his best to concentrate on what his master was saying instead of Vos’ waggling eyebrows and his hand, which swiped a biscuit from Qui-Gon’s tray. He nodded, encouraging his master to continue.

“She’s also just returned home from a political academy located here. But most importantly, she probably won’t take kindly to our help. This mission was administered by her advisor, not her. And, despite the current peace, I’m sure she hasn’t been brought up in an environment that is… encouraging of the Jedi.”

Point two, Quinlan grinned like a fool as he stole a piece of meat of Jinn’s tray.

“Not to mention,” Qui-Gon continued, oblivious, “her father was a warlord.”

Oh, Force. Suddenly, Obi-Wan was a whole lot less enthusiastic about this whole thing, and that wasn’t saying much considering his attitude towards it was already pretty negative.

He had to protect a war-monger’s daughter? Perfect.

“Wow,” Vos mused, “talk about impressing the father in-law,” he chuckled as Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan turned to glare at him, “she better be really worth it Obi-Wan. Is she at least ho-”

He was interrupted by Qui-Gon’s harsh tone, “her father is dead, padawan Vos.”

“Oh,” Quinlan replied faintly, looking down, “my condolences.”

Qui-Gon shook his head and turned back to Obi-Wan, “All in all, our goal is to be an unseen protection service. After all, we don’t want her getting into more trouble just because we put her off.”

“Why is it that we don’t want her getting into any more trouble, master?” Obi-Wan asked, frowning slightly.

Qui-Gon mirrored his expression, “Because, padawan, she requested our help.”

“I thought her advisor was the one who requested our help,” Obi-Wan retorted under his breath, although he knew he shouldn't've. Although he was surprised to admit to himself that he didn’t quite care- after all, the burly masters in line weren’t the only ones who hadn’t had their caff yet.

Qui-Gon’s frown deepened, “She is her people’s last hope for peace and civility, Obi-Wan. And you will do best not to question her, our assignment, or the council again.”

Obi-Wan looked away dejectedly, “Yes, master.”

He left out any remarks he could’ve made about Qui-Gon doing both of the aforementioned things constantly.

“Now, just let me finish my-,” Qui-Gon turned to his practically empty tray, where Vos had mysteriously disappeared, and sighed.

Obi-Wan stifled a chuckle, leaving behind only a mischievous sparkle in his grey-blue eyes.

“Master?” He asked, encouraging Qui-Gon to wrap up his thought.

“Let’s just be on our way then, Obi-Wan.”

They rose and exited the mess hall, out into the long corridors and what would be a much more eventful trip than what young Obi-Wan was expecting.

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The temple docking bay was huge, containing as large as a republic freighter to as small as a landspeeder.

Droids whizzed about everywhere, attending to some business or another. A few officials or Jedi stood out against the field of endless gleaming metal, but besides that there was nothing else living operating within the place.

Enormous ceilings towered over Obi-Wan’s head as his master led him through the maze of docking bays and landing platforms, until they finally reached a small doorway towards the back.

A droid met them there to provide them with a datapad of information on the ship; mostly a run-down of the controls and its condition.

Qui-Gon nodded in satisfaction, “Everything seems to be in order here.” He handed it back to the droid, who whisked it away immediately.

“How long will our journey be, master?” Obi-Wan inquired, hoping he didn’t sound whiny.

“Not very long. About six standard hours, providing there aren't any hyperspace issues.”

Obi-Wan nodded, stepping out of the doorway and into the bright light of Coruscant.

The ship was a pretty good size; a standard model with red stripes running along its sides.

The Trial, curious. Obi-Wan didn’t pay ship names much mind, but that was just rather odd.

Qui-Gon went to go check with the official while Obi-Wan spotted Quinlan leaning against a couple of crates near the door.

“Vos? How did you know this is where I’d be?”

“Relax man, I just came to say goodbye before you left to go out and find your true love or whatever.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Vos grinned and pulled him into a tight hug, Obi-Wan squirming beneath him.

“Stop that,” he said, finally managing to push his friend back.

“Was Qui-Gon pissed about his food?” Quin asked, gazing hopefully to where Obi-Wan’s master and the other man were still conversing.

“Probably, although not any more than me- I still haven’t had any food yet.” His stomach growled, as if to prove a point.

“Eh, you snooze you lose.”

Obi-Wan grimaced as Vos began to saunter away, his finally parting words being, “Later, buddy! Don’t, like, become a father or anything while you’re gone- I’d hate to miss that.”

Eyeroll. “Goodbye, Vos!”

He shook his head at the sound of his friend’s distant laughter, pacing over to Qui-Gon without so much as a glance backwards.

“Is everything alright, master?”

“Yes, just making conversation while you and Quinlan said your goodbyes.”

So he did know. Well, that showed Obi-Wan not to underestimate his master.

“Then lets away.”

Obi-Wan nodded to the man and walked up the ramp into the ship, glancing back at the gleaming building one last time before he took a seat in the cockpit, not even bothering to explore the rest of the ship. He already knew what this model’s interior looked like, and wanted to get this assignment over with as quickly as possible.

Later, Obi-Wan found irony in that wish as he sat in the exact same seat upon the departure of his mission, where the room and his heart had seemed a lot more empty.

Qui-Gon sat beside him, taking control and handing Obi-Wan the mission log from earlier.

“What am I to do with this?” He asked, frowning at the tablet-like device.

“Make notes of the journey,” Qui-Gon replied, “the council emphasized everything is to be included, and since I can’t ever seem to write it the way they want, I thought I’d have you do it.”

“But-”

“Do you have something more productive you could be doing, padawan?”

He shook his head and took the log obligingly without further complaint. It was light in his hands, and he placed it in his lap as he strapped himself in.

“Our belongings have already been loaded on, everything is in order,” Qui-Gon said, still fiddling with the ship’s settings.

“Do we have any food?” Obi-Wan asked hopefully.

Qui-Gon nodded, “It’s back in the kitchen area. Why didn’t you eat earlier?”

Obi-Wan scoffed, “You saw the line, right?”

“You snooze, you lose.”

Obi-Wan sighed, “How about caff?”

Qui-Gon shook his head no, and Obi-Wan deflated.

“Something tells me that despite my hopes, this is going to be a very long couple of months,” Obi-Wan pouted, leaning his head back against the seat.

Qui-Gon smiled, “You’re such a pessimist, Obi-Wan. Ready?”

Obi-Wan nodded, “I suppose.”

“Good. Then let’s get this show on the road.”

The ship lifted off, soared out of the atmosphere and into space, and Obi-Wan made sure to note in his report that Qui-Gon forgot which lever to guide forward for hyperspace. When he did find it, darkness and impossibly bright specks of light blended together, and they rocketed forwards before coasting through space, towards destiny.

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mytardisisparked · 4 years

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When Sunrise Comes Early: Chapter 4

A/N: Hi. So, this is super delayed, and I am very sorry about that. You see, I kind of wrote myself into a bit of a corner and I was struggling to figure my way out of it. SOMEBODY *glares at Satine* hijacked my story and SOMEBODY ELSE *glares at Mace Windu* did some unexpected things in the narrative that presented a greater challenge in making the story flow than I was prepared for when I began. Now that I have worked my way past that roadblock, I am hoping to provide more regular updates. I can’t guarantee it because I am an easily distracted housecat, but I will do my best and I WILL NOT abandon this story! Thank you once again to everyone who has stuck with this fic, commented, and given me encouragement. I love yall so much.

TL;DR- I’m sorry I suck at updating and I’m going to do better.

Now, on with the story.

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It didn’t take long for Obi-Wan to tell the story of how Palpatine had been captured and explain why they needed the Force-suppressing prison. Throughout his short speech, the Mandalorian council, seated in a semicircle around him, remained silent and unexpressive.

“This is a matter of galactic security,” Obi-Wan said as he wrapped up, “not just an internal Republic, or even Jedi, affair.”

After a moment of silence, Satine rose from her throne. “Thank you, Master Kenobi. We will take some time to discuss what you have told us.”

Obi-Wan tried not to allow himself to become annoyed at the lack of an immediate reaction from the council. Instead, he bowed to the room and took a step back from its focus, looking to Satine for direction.

“Isatol.” She said, summoning the straight-backed guard from just behind her. “Please escort Master Kenobi and his foundling to their quarters.” The duchess’s eyes met Obi-Wan’s with a kind but firm look. “I will summon you when we have reached a decision.”

“Thank you,” Obi-Wan bowed again and watched in approval out of the corner of his eye as Anakin did the same thing.

The guard lead them down a series of hallways that Obi-Wan frantically attempted to memorize as he matched the quick pace of their tall escort. Eventually, they reached a door that the towering woman opened with a graceful sidestep, allowing the Jedi and his apprentice to enter.

Obi-Wan struggled to keep his jaw from dropping as he took in the loveliness of their quarters. The ceilings were gracefully sloped and creme-colored, which assisted the floor-to-ceiling windows along the far wall in making it feel as if they were outside rather than in. The furniture was simplistic, but elegant; perfect for a Jedi and padawan to meditate. There was a small kitchen where they could make caf or tea, and two bedrooms off of the main room, each with its own bath. The layout and decorations were clearly designed to keep the mind of the resident clear - it was evident that Satine had chosen this room specifically with the needs of a Jedi in mind.

The corners of Obi-Wan’s mouth turned up, unbidden.

Anakin’s reaction was a bit more explosive. The boy gasped dramatically and stepped into the room, spinning around to take it all in.

“It’s huge!” He gaped up at the tall ceiling as Obi-Wan shook his head fondly.

“Yes, Anakin, thank you for stating the obvious,” he teased with no venom. “Why don’t you go unpack?” He gestured to where their rucksacks were already sitting on the floor.

The boy scampered off and Obi-Wan turned back to the door, starting a bit when he realized that the guard was still standing there, studying him with an impassive face.

“Ah, thank you, Isatol.” He gave an awkward bow.

The woman inclined her head in return. “Of course, Master Kenobi.” She straightened quickly and looked him over again, still revealing none of what she was thinking through her face. “You are the Jedi Duchess Satine traveled with during the war.”

That had not been a question, but Obi-Wan still blinked and responded: “Yes. I was a padawan at the time - an apprentice to Master Qui-Gon Jinn.”

Isatol looked him hard in the eyes. “Then you know, as her former guardian, the kind of danger she faces daily from those who oppose her rule. They way people try to manipulate her.”

“I do.”

“Then also know that, as captain of her guardsmen, I will do whatever I must to protect her from any matter of harm.”

Puzzled, Obi-Wan simply nodded. “I understand.”

To his surprise, the woman cracked a half-grin, though it was not entirely friendly. “There is much you don’t understand, Master Jedi. Very much indeed.” Her face returned to it’s neutral starting point. “You have been away from her side for longer than you may realize.”

Confusion growing, Obi-Wan watched as Isatol turned away with a bow and headed back down the hall, her short, dark hair swishing as she went.

Well, that was... threatening?

With a shake of his head, he closed the door and focused back on Anakin, who had just emerged from one of the bedrooms.

“This place is amazing, Master! I love Mandalore!” He grinned and flopped down on the couch.

Obi-Wan smiled gently and kicked the boy’s boots off of the couch, sitting in their place. “It is a lovely city, to be sure.” He paused. “I’m glad to see that you and Korkie got along well.”

Another enthusiastic grin. “Yeah, Korkie’s pretty cool! He’s a little stuffy, but he has a really nice tooka and knows some cool trees to climb in the gardens.”

“I’m glad you two had fun.”

“How about you and the duchess?” Anakin sat up to look his master in the face. “Did you two have a nice talk?”

Obi-Wan gave Anakin a side-eye, gauging his intentions. “Yes, it was nice to catch up with an old friend.”

Thankfully, Anakin didn’t seem to have any underlying suspicions about the nature of his relationship with Satine, as he simply nodded at Obi-Wan’s response and began to talk about the afternoon in fast-paced, intensive detail that made Obi-Wan’s head spin.

The longer the day drew on, the more nervous Obi-Wan became. If this was not an immediate decision, then there had to be conflict. Conflict amongst Satine’s council might not spell good news for the Jedi.

Finally, several hours after they had left the council to debate, Isatol and another tall, redheaded guard came to fetch them back to the throne room.

The occupants of the throne room greeted them with neutral faces as, once again, Obi-Wan was lead to stand in the center of their half-circle.

“We have come to a decision.” Satine spoke from her throne, her tone even. “We will allow the Jedi Council to use our Force-suppressing prison to hold the Sith Lord, Darth Sidious.”

Obi-Wan felt some degree of relief, but it was far overshadowed by the impending “but” he could sense was approaching.”

“However,” ah, there it is, “we feel that, as a neutral system and the owners of this device, the captured Sith Lord should be kept on Mandalore.”

Obi-Wan’s stomach twisted. “I’m afraid the Jedi Council will not be too keen on that idea; Sith fall under Jedi jurisdiction, so we should be the ones to watch over him. That is why we would prefer to keep Sidious on Coruscant.”

One of the light-haired advisors leaned forward. “Be that as it may, this revelation and unmasking of the chancellor has proven that the Republic has some degree of higher-level corruption. We do not trust that the powers of the Sith Lord will not be exploited for nefarious uses.”

Obi-Wan tried not to bristle; he knew that there was some degree of truth to the statement but he didn’t particularly feel that Mandalore had anything to say about corruption when their own civil war was not all that long ago.

“Perhaps,” Satine said before Obi-Wan could disturb the civility with some dry retort, “if the Jedi Council feels that the Jedi should watch over the Sith, a knight could be stationed here on Mandalore to help guard their prisoner.”

The council murmured fervently.

“I don’t believe the people would like the idea of a Jedi on Mandalore, Your Grace,” a dark-haired woman to Obi-Wan’s left sniffed.

“Perhaps not at first,” Satine tilted her head, “but, in time, I believe that this will help heal the broken relationship between our people and forge a more peaceful alliance.”

Although the advisors did not look happy, none of them contested the duchess, who had pinned them all with a hard stare.

“I will have to discuss this matter with the Council, but I feel that arrangement might be something they are willing to consider.” Obi-Wan gave the room a terse smile.

“Excellent. Before you consult your superiors, Master Kenobi, would you be willing to join me for dinner?” She stood and extended a hand towards a hall off of the throne room.

Obi-Wan swallowed. “Of course, Your Grace.”

She simply nodded and walked towards the hallway. “Good. My chef makes an excellent carbonara that I believe you will enjoy.”

As Obi-Wan began to follow her, he caught Isatol’s eye from just behind the duchess, fixing him with a meaningful glare. Before he could react, however, the stern woman followed the duchess out of the room, leaving him to ponder what the Captain of the Mandalorian Guard had against him.

#Obitine #WCSE #Star Wars #The Clone Wars #Obi-Wan #Satine #Anakin #Korkie #OC #Mandalore

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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It’s A Gray Area

CHAPTER 8

Finished the last episode 9 finally and moving on to more fun stuff. Um. Slight near death experience. Some Smut. Not very detailed but tis there. Some fluff. Secrets revealed. I am still yeeting canon out the door because I can.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

When they finally returned to Ajon Kloss, she told Poe, “Make sure no one makes our newbie uncomfortable until I return?” As she ran out of the Falcon.

Blix ran toward the med-bay, where Leia was resting on one of the beds, while Ben sat next to her.

“Hi! Okay. Let’s… let’s check things out,” She said trying to catch her breath.

She moved quickly over to Leia and began running scans. Minutes later she was looking over the results and was cautiously happy with what she saw.

“Okay. Okay. Well. Good news, your brain is brightly colored again, and I see no dying areas here,” She reported as she presented them.

“And the bad news?” Ben asked warily.

“Not bad news per se. I don’t know if these effects will last is the main issue. I don’t want you working at all. You are on a stress-free lifestyle indefinitely, Princess Leia. I don’t want anything to aggravate your symptoms. Let’s not… Let’s not waste Luke’s sacrifice to save his beloved sister,” She explained with a sad sigh.

Leia nodded her head understandingly, while Ben looked away clenching his jaw briefly.

“Also… may have turned a baby Sith to our side, no big deal. She’s going to help us find Palpatine and defeat him. I suspect he has some nasty surprises for us in store,” Blix explained, before turning to Ben. “What do ya say? Ready to go fight one last battle?”

Ben nodded his head, determination in his eyes.

“Alright, let’s go work out a plan. Amber, make sure our esteemed patient here, doesn’t move an inch,” She commanded giving Leia a pointed look.

Blix and Ben made their way into the command center, where everyone was discussing the best path to Exegol.

They had a solid plan within an hour, the thing was… they didn’t have the manpower. What they truly needed was the Republic to take up arms and join them, but fear ran deep.

They geared up, and every squadron was given orders to head out. Blix who had her lightsabers and was making sure Rey, Ben, and Maeve were ready, looked around trying to find Poe.

When she did, she spotted him by his X-Wing in his flight gear. She walked over to him after telling them to head to the Falcon, which was going to lead the pack.

“Hey.” She greets watching him get BB-8 ready.

He looked up and said, “Hi. What’s up babe?”

She quietly hugs him, and whispered, “Stay safe Flyboy. You’re not allowed to die remember that.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he hugged her back, “Same to you, Consular.”

She snorted slightly at the title, almost regretting telling him about the Jedi Order.

She presses a quick kiss to his lips, gives BB-8 a pat on his head and moves over to the Falcon.

Soon enough, they were on their way. It was about an hour later when they came to a field of red clouds and lightning. It was a struggle to navigate through for everyone.

When they broke through, what they saw made them all gasp. There was a fleet of Xyston-Star Destroyers before them.

“Finn, set us down and we’ll make our way to Sidious. Stay safe yeah? I still got a lot to teach you, so don’t you dare die,” She warned him as they landed.

“Yes ma’am,” He responded with a laugh.

The four of them made their way down to the platform. Once on it, they were confronted with the Knights of Ren.

“Maeve, Rey, go on ahead. Ben and I will catch up,” Blix ordered, taking her stance with both lightsabers in hand, twirling them.

Ben took out his and stood back-to-back with her. He gave a shrug that reminded her of Han, and she shook her head. The knights surrounded them, and they braced themselves.

One knight to her right, lunged for her and she parried with ease. It didn’t take the two of them very long to defeat the knights together. Once they were all down, they ran forward to catch up to the girls. When they did, they spotted Maeve lying on the ground, and Rey was on her knees trying to catch her breath.

Ben rushed forward to help, and Blix moved to join him but was stopped…. She felt something was off… with Poe.

She reached out to him… her mind racing to find him in the chaos above. When she does, she can see and hear the defeat in his voice.

‘Hey, Flyboy aren’t you always telling me to have hope? Where’s that undying flame?’ She asked him in his mind.

He bit his lip worried, and thought, ‘I don’t know what to d-‘

His thought was caught off as Lando Carlrissian’s voice came over on comms, telling him they weren’t alone.

Blix felt the arrival of hundreds of ships and she broke the line off, cheering him on.

She refocused on the situation at hand and noted that Ben was checking on Maeve, as Rey continued to fight her grandfather. Blix rushed forward as Palpatine sent a bolt of lightning toward Rey. She blocked it with her sabers, pushing it back.

The burst ended quickly and as she gave a twirl of her sabers, Palpatine noted, “Ahh. The Kenobi. Yes. You indeed look just like your grandfather. Think of the power you’d have if you joined the dark side.”

“Thanks, and like my grandfather, I don’t give a fuck. Take your proposition and shove it,” She snarled at him.

He frowned deeply at her, and growled, “Same insolence just like him too. I’ll enjoy killing you.”

He sent wave after wave of lightning bolts at her; she blocked each one as quickly as she could. He snarled before changing his tactic. He sent a bolt directly at Ben and Maeve, who had no way of defending themselves quickly enough. Blix ran forward and dove in front of them taking the bolt.

She gasped hard as the lightning surged through her and her limbs locked. Her vision went black as Rey stood up suddenly. Her mind was numb, and she felt pain just radiating throughout her body. Her eyes clenched shut and when she opened them, she was someplace different.

She was in a temple; she could see large city outside the windows. ’Coruscant?’

“Yes. This is the Jedi Temple in Coruscant. Or at least… when it still existed,” She heard her grandfather’s voice.

She sat up looking at him, confused.

“…am I dead?” She asked slightly panicked.

“No. Not yet. You got very close though,” He informed her as he helped her up.

She looked around, noticing that more and more Jedis were appearing around her.

“She did it. She summoned all of you,” She whispered amazed.

“It wasn’t just her. It was you as well. You are going to be an amazing teacher. If you continue on this course, we feel you will bring the balance back and return the Jedi Order back to its former glory,” Anakin informed her.

“Mh. Former glory? How about… a better version? Because… no offense but… there were many reasons why the Order fell way back when. But I will do my best,” She commented.

Qui-Gon chuckled softly at her, “This is why we think you will do well. You will make an excellent Consular.”

“We will be here for you, just like Rey. May the Force be with you, my dearest,” Her grandfather tells her, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

They all slowly disappeared along with the room. Her vision was dark, and she eventually came to, looking at 3 very concerned faces hovering over her.

“…Hi. That sucked. Don’t get struck by lightning,” She groaned as she fully awakened.

She heard 3 sighs of relief, and some hands trying to help lift her up into a sitting position. Her head hurt but it was not too terrible. Her chest ached as she breathed; it felt a bit like her ribs were bruised.

“Let’s get out of this hellhole,” She requested gingerly standing up.

Ben wrapped an arm around her, keeping her steady as they walked.

Palpatine was dead. The First Order had been defeated. A ship had landed down near them and picked them up, taking them back to Ajon Kloss.

A medic droid checked over ribs, spritzing some Bacta spray onto them to help begin the healing process.

By the time they had landed, her ribs only lightly ached and she was able to walk without assistance. They looked around through the cheering crowd, trying to find Poe and Finn.

Rey spotted them first, sprinting to them. Ben spotted his mother and rushed over to her. Maeve stood nearby Blix, smiling softly at everyone. One of the other pilots, enthusiastically picked her up, cheering. She laughed at Maeve’s look of surprise.

Blix looked around and moved toward her three favorite people. Poe sees her first and pulls her into a kiss that she gladly returned.

He broke away only to hug her; Finn and Rey joining in. BB-8 beeped and chirped happily at their feet, rolling around in circles.

“We did it!” Blix cheered as they pulled away slightly.

The celebrations went well into the night, with every planet contacting them to send thanks and congrats.

The next day, while still in cheerful moods, they planned their next moves which was to get rid of the last of the Empire’s strongholds.

This process took several weeks to carry out, and while that was done with Poe and Finn in command, Blix continued her training with Rey, Ben, and Maeve. Maeve had gotten a new lightsaber, one that glowed bright orange but was “Infinitely cooler than her old one” as she said.

Her and Poe discussed what had happened within her nightmares and figured their best plan was to go see if there were any clues within her mother’s belongings back on Naboo. However, they had a hard time planning a few days to do so.

In fact, they hardly got to see each other much over the past few weeks. One day, she was working in the med-bay, training some new hires, when Poe walked in. She smiled brightly at him, but quickly scanned him with her eyes to make sure he was okay. She finished up her talk with the newbies and walked over to him.

“Hi. Are you okay?” She checked first just to be sure.

“Yeah. I’m okay honey. In fact… I hate to do this but…” Poe said in a mockingly sad tone.

She looked at him confused until he leaned down to lift her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She shook her head at the ridiculousness, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that were thrown their way as he walked. He stopped, and as she heard a small beep, he began walking again, into his room she swiftly identified.

He sets her down into a chair at his kitchen table, where she sees dinner was laid out before her. Poe lit the candles that he had placed and handed her a red rose.

She takes it with a smile, “Poe… what is all this?”

“This… is us making time for us. I haven’t seen my girl in a few weeks and it’s honestly quite upsetting,” He tells her matter-of-factly.

They eat, telling each other about their day’s and enjoying each other’s company.

“So, I hear you’ve been learning how to take care of BB-8?” Poe asked with a smile.

“Yeah. My padawans are pretty well versed and are good about training themselves. The med-bay keeps getting new nurses, droids, and I’ve even hired a few new doctors to help ease up the duties for me. So, I’ve been trying to learn skills. Bee is one of the most important things to you, so I want to make sure he is in top shape when he goes out with you,” Blix explained somewhat embarrassed.

“Thank you. He’s… he really adores you. Can’t get him to shut up about you,” Poe states even though BB-8 beeped from his charging station that Poe was just as bad.

Blix chuckled at them as they playfully argued.

“I guess it’s a good thing I love you both then,” Blix tells them, cutting them off.

Poe looked at her shocked.

“I’m sorry…. say that again?” He requested as he moved around to kneel before her.

“I love you,” She confirmed looking down at him.

He leans up, capturing her lips with his. She slowly stands up along with him, still kissing.

“Bee. Go to bed yeah?” She ordered between kisses.

She hears him beep, saying we were being gross anyway, before he powered down.

Poe slowly pulled away and after taking a deep breath, stated, “I love you. So much.”

The next few minutes was a flurry of clothes flying everywhere and stumbling blindly to the bed. When they eventually got on the bed, they stopped, breathes heavy, and stared at each other for a moment.

Blix bit her lip, mischievously, and flipped them over. She smiled at Poe’s look of surprise and enjoyed watching it morph into a look of pleasure as she took him in and began to ride him. Her control didn’t last long, as Poe sat up, thrusting in time with her movements.

They were so desperate for one another that it didn’t take long for either of them to reach their peaks. They came down from their highs, pulling away from one another slowly. When they were able to move again, they both cleaned themselves up, before returning to the bed.

She laid down on his chest with a soft sigh. She slowly fell asleep laying there; Poe laid there for a few moments… He gently slipped off his necklace, taking the ring off. He slipped it on to her ring finger on her left hand, happy that it fit nicely. He pulled it off, putting it back on the chain, before gingerly clipping it around her neck.

He fell asleep with a smile.

The next morning, Blix woke up feeling rested, and happy. She got up, stretching, snatching one of Poe’s shirts and slipping it on. She quietly cleaned up the mess from last night. It was as she was moving that she notice something was on her neck. Her hand reached up to figure out what it was, finding a chain. She followed it to the weight and gasped when she saw it.

His mother’s ring. She bit her lip softly, gazing at the ring with awe. She didn’t notice Poe sitting up and watching her fondly. He cleared his throat, and she jumped slightly as she turned to him.

She walked back over to him, straddling his hips, kissing him.

“Does this mean what I think this means?” She inquired as she sat there.

“Yeah. I want to marry you. I’m… hoping you feel the same way?” He was hesitant.

She looked down at the ring and said, “Yeah. Yeah. I wanna marry you.”

She took off the ring that he gave her on their first date, the pretty pink opal one, and moved it to her left hand.

“I think this one makes a good engagement ring, don’t you? Then you can put this one on me when we get hitch,” She explained tapping on each ring.

“Sounds like a damn good plan. I didn’t get to tell you last night, but I have some time off for the next 2 to 3 weeks. Finn and Leia, on light duty, are going to take over to give me a break. Figured we could use that time to get things done,” He offered with a smirk.

“Sounds good to me. When do we leave?” She asked excited.

“I was thinking around noon. Gives us time to get packed and give out orders. Then we get the Falcon and head out with Bee. Rey will probably join us,” He thought out loud.

She nodded her head getting up again, to finish cleaning up. Poe packed up a bag, and hopped into the refresher to clean up, and got dressed. Once he was done, she got in the refresher as well, and got dressed. She ran over to her room to pack a bag of her stuff; making sure to get her proper credentials and such for when they arrived in Naboo.

Blix met back up with Poe, once that was done, and they waited on each other as they gave out orders for the next few weeks, and to contact them if anything came up.

When they walked up to the Falcon, Rey was waiting for them, BB-8 nearby and chirping happily. The trip to Naboo would take about 3 hours so, they got on board and took off.

Blix directed Poe to where he should land when they arrived, having to give her credential codes to the guards that were still posted at her mother’s home. When they were cleared, they set the Falcon down on the landing pad and Blix stepped off first, greeting the staff that had gathered there.

Poe and Rey stared at the house before them in shock. It was a large and grand home, that was surrounded by beautiful gardens.

Blix looked back at them, wondering why they weren’t with her.

“What?” She asked looking at their shocked faces.

“I… forgot that you were an ambassador’s daughter. Not gonna lie,” Poe answered as he moved forward with Rey.

Blix made a small ‘oh’ as she looked around, somewhat sheepishly.

“Yeah… Sorry. Is this too much?” She examined looking around, rubbing the back of her neck.

“This is where you grew up? Why would you ever leave here?” Rey questioned rushing forward, her eyes wide as she took everything in.

Blix laughed at her reaction, shaking her head. Poe sidled up next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“So… when you said there was room for your students and our kids, you literally meant… a school and our own squadron. With room for more,” Poe noted with a nod of his head.

She just smiled in response and led the 2 of them forward.

“Dax. Where did my mother’s personal journals wind up?” She asked an older gentleman as they walked inside.

“They went into storage in one of the spare bedrooms,” Dax explained showing her to said room.

“Thank you,” She said as she opened the door and revealed a room that had several boxes stacked on top of one another.

It took a few minutes, moving aside and rearranging boxes to get to the ones marked as journals and photos. They dragged them forward and began to open them up.

The three of them began to read through and look through the photos together. They spent 2 hours going through them before Rey gasped.

“Oh. Ohmy.” She handed some photos over to Blix.

Blix looked at them seeing her mom, at a base she couldn’t recognize. Her arms were wrapped around a man, who was dark haired, and from the side profile of the first picture, he was scruffy. She looked at the next couple of photos and saw a man who had dark eyes and didn’t appear to smile very often.

In fact, the only photo she found of him smiling, was one where he was looking directly at the camera but at her mother, with a deep fondness.

“Ma did always say I got my too serious attitude from him. I can see why,” She mumbled looking at him, as she gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment.

“He was very handsome,” Rey complimented with a smile.

“Yeah. He was. She calls him Cass in these passages,” Blix noted gesturing toward the journal in her lap. “Apparently… they weren’t… exclusive.”

“Ooh. Intriguing. Cass? Like. Captain Cassian Andor?” Poe questioned looking over shoulder.

Blix shrugged not really knowing who that was.

She continued reading long after Poe and Rey retreated to go eat. Her mother tended to be sporadic when she wrote. Either she would write for days or there would be several months gap between entries.

She seemed to stop writing around completely around the time Blix was 5. Her last entry was expressing pride over a podrace Blix had won.

“She did so well today. She was so excited to win. I wish you were here Cass. You would’ve loved it. I know this isn’t the way either of us expected life to go, but I feel you would’ve been so proud of her.”

She remembered that race, it was a smaller race, but it was her first win. It was done on Tattooine and she was aware of the gangs that were there to watch. Her competitors were Huttese gangsters and she wasn’t going to let them intimidate her.

When she won, she was congratulated by Bib Fortuna himself and it was terrifying. She was trying to not let her nerve show, waiting for her mother to appear, to rescue her. When she did, she remembered her mother looking proud but there was a sadness in her eyes that she never could explain.

This entry explained that.

She set the journal down, staring off into the distance. She was vaguely aware of Poe coming back in and urging her to follow him. He dragged her to the dining room, where dinner was being served and she sat down at the table.

She quietly ate thinking about everything, more questions racing around her mind.

They eventually went to bed, and she struggled to sleep. She tossed around a few times, before Poe eventually draped himself over her, to settle her movements. She fell into a fitful sleep in his arms.

The next morning after they woke up and got ready, they were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. Dax came to her a few minutes later.

“Miss Kenobi. Maureen Holdo is here,” He informed her.

“Maker. What? Does she have this place bugged?” Blix muttered annoyed, stabbing her eggs.

“As far as we are aware, no,” Dax answered with a hint of a smile.

They heard the clicking of heels coming toward them, and a moment later, an older woman with white hair, and a gaunt face appeared.

“Hello Maureen,” Blix greeted dully, taking a bite of her food.

“Stop taking such large bites and sit up straight. I know I taught you better,” Maureen said in a snobbish tone.

Blix rolled her eyes, “I am an adult. You are not my mother. I can do what I want.”

Maureen pursed her lips.

“What brings you back here, Blix dear?” Maureen asked in a tone that stated she didn’t approve.

She looked over her companions with a twinge of disgust she failed to hide.

“Just needed to look at some of mom’s stuff. That’s it. You can go now, Maureen,” She dismissed getting irritated.

“You’re not even going to tell me about your engagement? I can see the ring from here, not blind yet,” Maureen stated, looking expectantly.

“General Poe Dameron of the Resistance. Formerly Captain of the Navy for the Republic. Now. Get. Out.” She demanded standing up facing her.

Dax stepped forward and began to usher Maureen out of the house.

“Tell me when you start to plan the wedding, I’ll send you samples!” She called out as she was urged out.

“That’s Amilyn’s mother? Really?” Rey asked staring in disbelief.

“We…. Are not letting her anywhere near our wedding plans. She didn’t even greet us. Looked at us like we were something foul. I see why you don’t like her,” Poe remarked with a frown.

“Let’s.. just get the journals and such and get out of here. Lock up everything so she can’t get back in,” She grumbled abandoning her food.

“Dax. Please make sure that woman does not have access to any of the rooms in the house. I don’t trust her,” She requested as Dax re-entered the dining room.

Dax nodded telling her it was already being done.

They grabbed the 3 boxes of journals and photos and took them to the Falcon. Poe insisted that they go see his father on Yavin 4.

They were there within an hour. As the Falcon landed, Blix noticed an older man who looked a great deal like Poe, but with greying hair and prominent laugh lines. She suddenly felt nervous as they stepped off and made their way to him.

“Blix. This is my father Kes Dameron. Dad. This is the love my life. This is also Rey, our kid sister,” Poe introduced proudly.

The first thing Kes seemed to notice was the necklace she wore. He glanced between the two of them, a smile growing on his face.

“So, this is my future daughter-in-law that I’ve heard so much about? I was beginning to wonder if you were real, he talked about you so much before you started dating,” Kes spoke bringing her into a hug.

She wasn’t expecting it, but she slowly returned it with a shy smile.

“He’s told me a lot about you and his mom. I wish I could’ve met her. I feel like we would’ve gotten along really well,” Blix said nervously.

“Oh yeah. She would’ve laughed at the hard time you gave him,” Kes laughed leading them onward.

He led them to a small, quaint home that was somewhat away from the nearby town, hidden by the forest around them.

They spent some time telling stories about battles and such. Rey had many questions and Kes answered them with enthusiasm. Blix who was curled up next to Poe on the couch, realized something that she decided to ask Kes once they were alone.

Rey slowly nodded off in her chair, and Poe quietly walked over to her and picked her. He took her to one of the spare bedrooms.

While he was doing that, Blix asked, “Kes… Did you… did you know my mother? Willow Kenobi?”

“Yes. I did. She was sweet lady. Wiz at technology, though she never liked to brag about it,” Kes answered after thinking for a moment.

“Did… Was… Did you know anyone named Cass?” She finally asked trying to phrase it properly.

“Cassian. Yeah. She was in love with him. Only problem was Cassian was in love with the Rebellion. He lived and breathed it. He did care for your mom a great deal, but… he wasn’t one to talk about feelings,” Kes explained with a half shrug. “Why do you ask?”

“I… I think he might be my father? I’m not… not sure. I was shown…visions… of a great deal of things. None of which made sense. Scarif being one of them. I know it’s highly improbable that anyone could still be alive… but… but I have to check,” She rambled slightly, fiddling with her shirt nervously.

“Mh. Makes sense. She wasn’t really one to sleep around. She only had eyes for him. This is clearly important to you. So, find your answers. Just know they might not be what you’re expecting,” He cautioned, patting her knee comfortingly.

She nodded in response, and followed Poe to their room, when he returned, wishing Kes a good night.

They spent a few days there, getting to know one another, and making some plans for the wedding. Poe was excited and happy to see his father, and she could tell that when they were leaving, it made him sad. He was trying his best to hide it though.

They stood outside the Falcon, and Blix offered, “So… When we finally figure out where we want to live and such, you are perfectly allowed to visit as often as you’d like.”

“Ooh. I may take you up on that and you may regret it slightly,” Kes said in a teasing voice.

Poe looked at her appreciatively and kissed the side of her head.

“Unless we stay at your mom’s home in Naboo. Turn it into a school for Force-sensitive kids,” Poe stated, before mumbling “Have a squadron of our own kids.”

Blix smiled, feeling her cheeks turn red as Kes laughed and Rey snickered at them.

They said their goodbyes and hopped on board the Falcon. It was going to take a few hours to reach what was left of Scarif. She wasn’t sure what they were going to find there. She simply knew… she had to check it out.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #star wars au

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Chapter 18 title: Epilogue

Chapter 18 word count: 2,384 -> Total story word count: 105,822

Chapter 18 summary:

Gon kissed him again—though this time it was probably to shut Killua up more than anything. Killua could feel his laughter in the vibration of his lips, but Killua found he didn’t care. Instead he threw his arms around Gon’s shoulders, smiling into Gon’s lips, and kissed him back.

They’d saved each other, in many ways. And now that they were together, they would save each other countless times more.

I wrote this whole sprawling goodbye/end of the fic essay on ao3 so I’m not going to clog up this post by repeating all that lol. Please just know that this fic has pushed me to become a better writer in so many ways and I absolutely love it. This is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me until the end <3

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The setting sun was beautiful against the backdrop of endless grass and rolling hills.

Killua watched as the sky turned from blue to purple to scarlet to gold, his palms pressing into the wood of Kite’s porch and his silver hair swaying in the breeze. Everything felt so much more peaceful here, he had noticed. There were no beeping cars or blaring sirens like in the city. Here, the only sounds were the quiet chirping of crickets and the distant voices of his sister and Kite.

He squinted out at the horizon. He could just barely see them, two silhouettes against the blinding sun. Kite was the tall, willowy figure, a cap on his head. Alluka was shorter, her bush of thick hair chopped short since they jumped into a stolen car at the airport and took off into the night. She looked nice with the shorter hair, Killua thought. It suited her.

Creak.

“Whatch’a thinkin’ about?” Gon grunted as he sat down next to Killua on the porch steps. Killua shrugged, allowing Gon to wrap an arm around his waist and pull him close. Even as he hugged him, Gon was careful to avoid Killua’s fractured ribs and for that, Killua was grateful.

“Dunno,” Killua said vaguely. He watched as Alluka’s figure turned towards the small house where he and Gon sat. She threw up a hand, waving enthusiastically, and Killua automatically raised a hand in return. “Just...stuff.”

Gon hummed. “Any kind of specifically interesting stuff?”

“Not really.”

They sat in silence for a moment. A bird crowed in the distance and the sun was warm on Killua’s skin. They could sit here forever at never worry another day in their lives.

Gon commented, “It’s quiet here.”

“Yeah. I like it, though. I’ve never lived away from a city, before. It’s a good change.”

Gon nuzzled his face into Killua’s hair. Killua didn’t need to see Gon’s smile to hear it in his voice, “I’m glad you like it. Maybe, if you want, I could show you the farm I grew up in.”

“The one with your Aunt?”

“Mhm.”

A small smile tugged at Killua’s lips. “I would like that.”

“I think you would, too. You might have a hard time bringing Alluka, though.”

“Yeah, well—” Killua huffed, “—it’s not my fault she’s obsessed with him. I think she might be even more taken with Kite than you.”

Gon laughed and Killua grinned at the sound. Alluka had been very taken with Kite, right from the moment they all arrived on his farm in the middle of the night. She was fascinated with his ideas, listening intently to his discussions about research with wide and eager eyes. Kite in turn questioned her about her inventions, even helping to pull out some bits of metal from his basement to help test a theory of hers. The two had connected on a level almost better than Kite and Gon.

“You don’t mind it?” Killua asked, turning a little to look at him. “I mean, Alluka’s kind of hogging all of Kite’s attention and he’s supposed to be your friend.”

Gon shrugged. “Kite lost his memory years ago because of what Pouf did to him. I can’t expect him to know who I was, or for him to like me right away with who he is now. It’ll take time. But that’s okay! I’m just happy he’s alive and safe. And Alluka too, of course.”

Killua leaned his head back on Gon’s shoulder, eyes fluttering shut. He could smell the faintest hint if pine. “I’m glad,” he murmured.

Gon shifted slightly under him. “About what, Killua?”

“That Alluka is happy. That we found Kite. That we’re all still alive.”

“I knew we could do it!”

“Yeah, well...I had my doubts.”

“Hmm. It did get a little hairy there at the end.”

“Yeah…”

Killua frowned. A week had passed since their encounter with Pouf. The bruises on his and Gon’s bodies were yellowing but still tender, and Killua’s ribs still ached even after a rough but thorough patching up on Leorio’s part on the way to the airport. And Killua still woke up every night running from a crazed looking Pouf who turned into a swarm butterflies before exploding into flames.

But the nightmares about Pouf were always better than the ones with Nanika—those nightmares were worse, because they often left Killua locked alone in a dark room with nothing but the younger version of his deceased sister, staring at him with holes for eyes and a toothless, empty smile.

Gon must have noticed Killua’s silence. He nudged Killua slightly, and asked, “How are you two holding up, by the way?”

Killua shrugged. “It’s hard,” he said honestly. He wouldn’t lie to Gon and make their situation seem better than it was. He and Alluka has paid dearly for their escape from their family and the Palace. “That AI was the last connection we had to Nanika. With it, we felt like we were somehow keeping her with us. Letting her go like that was…”

“Not what you wanted,” Gon finished. “Yeah, I get it.”

Killua sighed heavily. “It just sucks, you know? The price of leaving our family behind for good was leaving Nanika behind, too.”

“Do you really think they’ll leave you alone now?”

“I’m sure they’ll keep looking,” Killua mused. The warmth of the sun’s rays were growing weak on his skin. The sun would set fully soon. “But Nanika didn’t just self-destruct that night in my and Alluka’s beads. She would have followed that self-destruction order with all her beads, including the ones my family stole from us. She would also have fried any system she was connected to—”

“So your family’s technology is basically destroyed? Gon asked and Killua nodded.

“Theirs, and the President’s. That’s why all those alarms went off that night, because Nanika was destroying every electronic system and code that Pouf’s phone was connected to.” He paused. “But we should take Kite and move on from this place tonight anyway, if we want to keep the President off our backs.”

“Oh! Yeah, ‘course, that was the plan all along. But—” Gon let out an appreciative whistle, “—wow. Your sister was really something. I wish I could have met her…”

Killua swallowed thickly. There was a lump in his throat, a burn in his eyes. He didn’t think he would ever fully get over Nanika. But he would do is best to remember her and honor her memory.

“Yeah,” he said roughly. “I wish you could have, too.”

“Maybe you should take me to see her grave,” Gon suggested. “Like how I showed you Kite’s!”

Killua shook his head. “No way, that’s all the way back in Padokea with my family.”

“Oh...we're better staying here, then.”

Killua let out a bark of laughter. “You could say that again.”

Silence fell between them. It wasn’t the kind of stiff and strangely charged quiet that had risen up to meet them in the first week they’d met. They’d seen too much of each other’s fears and hopes to be like that anymore.

Killua had changed, since meeting Gon. He trusted him because he knew him, had seen him at his highs and lows. He was comfortable here on this porch, watching the sun set and resting in Gon’s embrace.

“What about you?” Killua asked quietly. “Do you think you’re free from the Hunters?”

“...I think so,” Gon said thoughtfully. “I mean, I didn’t contact them after the chaos at the Palace. They probably think I died.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Gon squeezed him. “Yes, Killua. I don’t want that life anymore. I just want you.”

Killua closed his eyes and breathed deep. His heart throbbed at Gon’s words, his skin warming and his chest filling with something light and giddy. It had taken him a while to figure out why his body responded to Gon’s confessions like that.

But now—now he knew why.

Killua opened his eyes. “H-Hey...Gon?”

“Mmm?” came the sound of Gon’s happy hum. The feel of his warm arms wrapped around him made Killua want to melt into his embrace and never leave, but this was important. He wanted to see Gon with his next words.

So he gently untangled Gon’s arms from around his waist and turned to face him. Gon’s eyes fluttered open, the color of his irises turning gold in the sunlight, and Killua’s heart fluttered in turn. He reached out to interlock their fingers, relishing the easy way their hands fit together so easily.

“I want to—to tell you something,” Killua began hesitantly and Gon tilted his head.

“Yeah?”

Killua gave a jerky nod. “Yeah. Um...do you remember the night of the invasion?”

Gon’s lips twitched up into a humorless smile. “Kind of hard to forget. Didn’t we get captured and you get beat up in front of me and then almost got handed back to your family?”

Killua swallowed thickly. Could Gon feel his palms sweating? “Exactly. But, uh, before that...at the party. We danced together.”

“Mhmm.”

Gon had started to stroke the back of Killua’s hand with his thumb. The movement was comforting but distracting at the same time. And it most definitely didn’t help that Gon looked like a golden statue in the sunlight—his skin glowed bronze and his freckles popped like mini suns on round cheeks. It made Killua want to…

No. Focus, Killua. You have a mission.

Killua sucked in a shaking breath. “You said then that you loved me.”

Gon stopped stroking Killua’s hand. He focused on Killua’s face, a frown ghosting across his lips. “I did. I do. Why, are you doubting me?”

“Wha—no!” Warmth prickled across Killua’s cheeks, a heat that had nothing to do with the summer sun. “Of course not! How could I, after everything that happened?”

“Oh. Okay, then.” Gon relaxed and went back to stroking Killua’s skin.

Killua shook his head. Gon was a little too intense for him, sometimes.

“Why’d you bring that up?” Gon asked. He was looking down at their hands, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “I thought we were trying to move past that whole ordeal. ‘Start over’ and all that.”

“We are. I just wanted to tell you that…” Killua steeled himself and squeezed down on Gon’s hands. Maybe if he squeezed hard enough, the butterflies in his gut would fly over to Gon instead.

He said timidly, “I wanted to tell you that I—that I love you. I’m in love you, too, I mean. Um.”

He stopped. Gon was staring at him, eyes blown wide as the setting sun. It made Killua feel even more self-conscious than he already felt, the butterflies in his gut swarming and battering against his chest like they were trying to escape.

“You...You love me?” Gon asked. His question was barely louder than a whisper. “You’re in love with me, Killua?”

Killua forced himself not to look away from Gon’s slowly darkening face. He had never been the best with sharing his emotions, and he doubted he ever would. But he was so sure of this, confident for his feelings in a way he’d never been sure about anything, except maybe loving Alluka and hating his family.

And Gon had always been so open with Killua, from the very start. He never lied, never put Killua in any danger more than necessary. And he trusted Killua, just as Killua now trusted Gon.

“I do,” Killua said and his voice shook. Gon breathed in deep, his whole chest swelling. “I’m, uh, sorry it took me so long to—to—you know—mph!”

The rest of Killua’s stumbling apology was quieted by Gon’s mouth being shoved against his. Gon’s hands cupped Killua’s jaw, fingers digging into Killua’s burning cheeks as the ex-Hunter kissed him enthusiastically. Killua closed his eyes and returned Gon’s kiss, tasting cinnamon and smelling pine and feeling that all-consuming and ever present warmth Gon constantly exuded.

He didn’t think he would ever get tired of this. When Gon kissed him, the butterflies in his chest fell away and the rest of the world with it. All that mattered was Gon and his love for Killua. It was a love Killua knew he could count on, to face today’s problems and tomorrow’s and everything that came after.

Killua hadn’t expected to find this when he found Gon. But now that he had, he couldn’t imagine living without it.

Gon pulled back and Killua’s eyes fluttered open. Gon’s pupils were blown wide, leaving only a rim of gold around the edge. Something hot coiled in Killua’s gut at the sight.

“I love you too, you know,” Gon whispered, lips split in a gleeful grin.

Killua rolled his eyes. Now that Gon had stopped kissing him, Killua could feel the burn of his blush in full force. “You told me that, already.”

“I know! But now that you love me, I can say it whenever I want!”

“I doubt you would have stopped telling me that, even if I didn’t confess to you. You called that stupid meal at the diner a date.”

Gon laughed. “You’re probably right,” he agreed and stroked Killua’s cheeks with his thumbs. “But I already knew, then.”

Killua’s heart swooped and soared, and he finally didn’t have to wonder what the feeling was. He whispered, “Knew what?”

Gon grinned, showing off a brilliant smile that Killua adored so much. “I knew that you were special. And I couldn’t be more grateful you sat next to me on the train that day. You saved me, Killua.”

Killua squeezed Gon’s wrists. “I think you saved us. If you hadn’t come, we still would have en hiding from my family. Alluka and I wouldn’t have been free to travel the world.”

Gon smirked. “Let’s agree to disagree.”

“Stop being so damn stubborn—”

They’d saved each other, in many ways. And now that they were together, they would save each other countless times more.

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