#jedi! fem oc
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𝗘𝘅𝗾𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗢𝗻𝗲 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁 ⠀
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𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚:🔞 𝗘𝘅𝗽𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗶𝘁 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁
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𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁, 𝗝𝗲𝗱𝗶 𝗳!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝘂𝗹 𝘅 𝗢𝗖 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗢𝗯𝗶-𝘄𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗼𝗯𝗶, 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗶𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗬𝗼𝗱𝗮 , 𝗔𝗻𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻 𝗦𝗸𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗲𝗿, 𝗤𝘂𝗶-𝗚𝗼𝗻 𝗝𝗶𝗻𝗻⠀
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𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 5733
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𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗺 / 𝘀𝘂𝗯 𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗲, 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗙! 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲 / 𝗰𝘂𝗺 , 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸, 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 @hellhound5925 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗮𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗶𝘁 & 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵🙌🏻🫶🏻⠀
𝗗𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗼𝗼 @idontgetanysleep 🥰
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𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 @hello-there-cyarika 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝗮 𝗣𝗧 𝟮👀🫣
For my beautiful amazing friend @lune-de-miel-au-paradis I know how much you love Darth Maul, I know this has taken longer than expected but I wanted it to be perfect for you & I hope you love it🤍🤍
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Another long rather boring waiting period whilst your Master Obi-Wan Kenobi spent his time discussing the Sith Lords apprentice with the Jedi Council. As a padawan learner it was not something you were overly privy too unless Obi-Wan revealed certain details to you.
You had been rather on the annoyed side as today was your final day of tests before you were to become a Jedi Knight, but as your master always says duty calls and council duty comes first.
You incessantly fiddle with anything you can get your hands on, the clip to your lightsaber , your silky chestnut brown hair, all while deep in thought.
Finally for what seems like a lifetime Obi-wan appears from the grand doors of the council room , as he walks over to you a gentle hand rests on your shoulder pulling you away from your thoughts and back to reality.
“I sense a disturbance around you young one” his voice mellow, awaiting your response.
“Sorry Master I was just thinking about my tests…”
Before you can finish he cuts off you with his reassuring calm demeanour.
“You have all the time in the galaxy to take these tests but right now we are needed. It appears our old friend Darth Maul has been spotted, Master Yoda wishes us to confirm this.”
Darth Maul, the name sends a cold tingle down your spine. You know he was the one to kill Qui-Gon Jinn and you know deep down it is not the Jedi way to hold grudges yet you feel, even if it was only minuscule that your Master did indeed hold that grudge.
A few rotations later you and Obi-wan find yourselves on Tatooine, sifting through the bustling crowds. The sun blazing down upon you both as you made your way to the small saloon.
“Please do try to keep a low profile young one we are not to draw any attention to ourselves, our presence here may not always be welcomed”
You roll your eyes letting out a small chuckle knowing you would more than likely ignore your masters words and do your own thing. He has often told you how much you remind him of a young Anakin Skywalker.
Time passes yet neither you nor your master sense or see Darth Maul. Yet this odd niggling feeling overcomes you, as if you are being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck suddenly stand on end and an alarmed emotion washes over you.
Was it the force or something more sinister?
Or was it just you loosing your mind on this maker forsaken planet of dust balls?
But you could hear it, the ever so faint whisper of the word exquisite almost like a rasping. No matter how hard you try , and by the force you are trying but you can’t seem to block out this whisper. Your heart began to race and that tingling feeling came back, but this was unlike before. No this one was burnt into you. A ghost finger trailing so softly up your arm towards your neck a gentle tug of the necklace you wear with pride.
A quick pinching off your forearm reminds you that your head needs to be on the game and focused. You are looking for Darth Maul, a night brother of Dathomir and a powerful Sith Lord.
But you feel it, you feel him boring into you. You gasp slightly in awe before slowly turning around glowing eyes capture you in what feels like a krykna web. His rich golden yellow eyes illuminate enough of his face covered by the hood of his inky black robes. He is beautiful yet sinister. His gaze upon you, watching you like you are his pray sends a hot flush to your cheeks. Turning to your master Obi-wan is your feeble attempt to break away from him and that smirk forming.
“Master….?” You say your voice in an almost whisper. You look over watching as your master adjusts the hood of his robes.
“I feel it too” he says, one hand placed on his chin as he was surveying the entire saloon. Both of you begin to make haste towards the doorway spotting the cloaked figure running out. But your chase for this mysterious being seems to have come to an abrupt stop. A dead end down an alleyway filled with nothing but a womp rat or two.
Physically you may of been alone but it seems the force was connecting you more and more with the son of Dathomir.
Again those whispers float all around you, sweeping through your very existence, filling your senses. No this must stop. You are soon to be a Jedi Knight and Jedi do not fall for such mind tricks by someone who was seduced to the dark side.In the orange glowing of the sunset you feel the hands of the force pulling you in, closer and closer until in the you make out two shapes, your master and the other one head to toe in black wielding an intimidating red double bladed lightsaber. His crown of horns poking through his hooded cloak.
“Obi-wan Kenobi we meet again” he says,a small sinister chuckle rumbles from his throat before forming up into his Form VI - Niman.
Watching as the two begin to stalk each other, neither backing down. A frustrations starts to bubble up from somewhere deep. Recalling your training and collecting yourself, you run over to the two without a second thought.
As you free your light saber from the clip of the belt cinched around your small waist, igniting the blade an Indigo blue halo forms around you. You block a strike that was headed straight for your master positioning yourself between the two men. As if morphing into one, you and the Sith Lord seem to become connected in ways you can’t begin to fathom. In synchronized movements, you exchange strikes once more. Your sabers collide again and again.
Blocking another blow, your hood falls from your head revealing a beauty Maul has never once witnessed in his life.
Your soft wavy hair gently blowing like delicate wildflowers in a summers evening field. Your pink plump lips pursed in pure concentration, the way your wide innocent eyes stare into his very existence showing no fear.
Almost as if time stopped, everything stood still. Every star planet in the galaxy came to a screeching halt, as the two of you stood there, lightsabers crossed, the red and indigo blades creating quite a stunning contrast as sparks fly.
His rich glowing eyes fixated on you, his heart began to race, the blood pumped through his veins and for a small moment you slit your gaze directly to the terrifying yet handsome Zabrak, your twinkling green eyes meet his red fire observance. That tingling feeling came back and overpowered every sense within you, shooting straight to your core. A feeling of fear yet prurience began rolling over you in waves. It takes you swift and sure. Only the sound of your Master’s voice dragged you back into the reality of the situation.
“I see you have met my Padawan” Obi-wan’s sarcastic tone fills the empty air before he takes on his usual Soresu style.
“Sarna look out!”
Obi-wan screams but to no avail a harsh blow strikes down against your saber causing you to fall back against the warm sandy foundations of Tatooine. Suddenly a dull tight feeling engulfs you. Unmoving with his inspection fully concentrated on you his mouth now cracked into an evil smile, your vision begins to blur, the air slowly being sucked out to you as you desperately claw at your throat in an attempt to yank the ghost hands away from you.
An anguished growl following a heavy thump to the harsh ground, you look over to see Maul clutching his arm, one last time his eyes survey over you, over your body then back to your fetching face.
And then he’s gone.
Instantaneously you find yourself back on Coruscant and back inside the walls of the Jedi Temple. Leaving your master with the council you take yourself off to your private quarters in hopes of some relaxation, some time to just cognizant those strange feelings that you’ve had with this Sith Lord.
Your body touched by the blush of the setting sun you lay back onto your bed, your hands restless your mind even more so.
You try and yet you cannot seem to fully let your mind be at peace, your body is full of rage and pent up frustration. Not something a Jedi should be feeling, not that is not allowed however more like something not to be openly discussed, but you are inflamed, your body longing for a release and a release you want him to fulfil, his chiselled handsome face, the feeling of his strong grip.
Your yearning for it- for him.
The wetness between your legs seeping out of your panties. Your pussy is aching. You lay your head back into the softness of your pillows squeezing them shut trying to think of anything to stop the urgency of your throbbing sex.
You feel fingertips achingly slow lightly running down your stomach all the way to your core, rubbing circles against your leather trousers each rub becoming more prominent than the last.
The fear you felt now put to shame by the desire sending shivers all over your body. His voice is back again just like on Tatooine, however this time brimming with sheer lust.
“Ah… the young Padawan… so beautiful so innocent “ he whispers.
You shoot your eyes open frantically darting around your small room, trying to place the voice to his face.
His voice is so regal, so harsh but maker you feel yourself so intrigued by it.
Physically your alone but he is with you somehow connected through the force. Suddenly you throw your hand upto your neck searching for your small pearl necklace your mother gifted you before you were taken to the Jedi Temple. She had always known the force was strong with you.
“Ah ah ah… finally noticed young one?” His voice sniggers coldly.
“Let me give you some advice young one- a Padawan should always be mindful of their surroundings, they should be able to feel when something is a miss..”
“It appears your Master has not naughty you well… Jedi…” he hisses.
“Get out of my head!” You spit sitting up on your bed your hands covering your head trying to ignore his voice and your lust filled thoughts. Your skin is prickling , your pulse quickening.
“Tsk tsk” he croons, almost as if you can feel his lips pressed against your neck and you can’t help by lolling your head back allowing the Sith Lord more access to your sensitive skin.
“But aren’t you curious young one?” His voice so taunting.
The way he manipulates the force to awaken this dark lust within you. The feeling of him gently nipping at your skin , another ghost hand delicately kneading at the soft flesh of your chest.
Before you can form a reply, the smallest of breathy moans leaves your lips. Your breath catches and your nails grip at your linen bed sheets.
“Curious about what?” You huff using all your will to stop this feeling you know is so wrong and goes against everything , the order, what you have dedicated your life to. You try in vain to push him away, yet he’s far too big, too powerful.
His large forearm now bracing your wrists together above your head with one hand, the invisible body over you so heavy you can’t squirm. The other ghost hand palming over your moist entrance pressing firmer as each second goes by.
“Everything” He is so close you feel his hot breath fan over your face.
Your gasps and soft moans are enough for him to continue his unseen exploration of your petite perfect body.
Those ghost fingers pull open at your trousers enough so he has access to your wet pussy he desires, slowly and feather light you feel beautiful pleasure begin to seep through you as he begins to rub your sensitive clit, gentle at first before the pace quickens.
Volts of filthy yearning flow over you in waves , his pace never relenting only becoming quicker.
“More- dont stop… please”
you mewl and moan bucking your hips up so desperately for more of his touch, so desperately wanting to feel his skilled fingers inside of you. Your climax ever so close to spilling out and engulfing your whole body.
“Ah yes. More?” His low sinister chuckle fills the room.
You feel the ghost finger tips slide down your sternum between your breast bone all the way to your centre. His touch is oh so galvanizing.
“Oh you exquisite thing, there is plenty of time for more, but now I have more pressing matters I must attend too”
As quick as it came his touch is now gone. You whine at the loss of his fingers working you so expertly.
The room now suddenly feels so empty and you can’t help but pathetically attempt to cover yourself up.
A racing heart and the bed around you cold in the dark night sky glow and all that is left is the lingering feeling is his large fingers. The feeling of sin gnawing away at you.
Yet you still want more.
Just as you considering finishing the job yourself there's a knock at your door. In panic you collect yourself before answering sheepishly
“Oh, hello Master. What can I do for you?"
Obi-wan scratches at his chin and for a moment and the panic that runs over your body wondering if he picked up on what went on just a few short moments ago is spreading like wild fire.
Raising a brow he drops his hand back to his side "it seems we are needed and will be leaving shortly”.
His tone of voice always has a way to calm you no matter what the situation.
You continue to push the thoughts out of your mind from earlier in the evening and take yourself to the fresher to get ready for the next mission, and for all the stars above you have no idea where you are going or what this mission entails.
From leaving the Jedi Temple , to the ride in the starship to finally landing back on Tatooine, maker you don’t know what it is but you have a strong dislike for this planet. The landing was smooth your master was a good pilot but not as good as Anakin Skywalker. Obi-wan knew the admiration you felt for Anakin. He was proud of you and of Anakin.
“Not a bad landing Master” you chuckle as the hiss of the door opening and the landing pad extends.
Obi-wan simply glances at you and rubs his hand over his chin once more.
“Now now Sarna, please keep your focus. We are to locate Darth Maul and by all means necessary bring him back to Coruscant to face trial”
You nod. “Yes Master” even you are surprised as to how calm you truly are.
“Keep your comms on, we are to meet back here by suns down” Obi-wan instructs you whilst adjusting his hood and departs off into the bustling streets.
For a brief moment you stand there and compose yourself scanning your surrounds until once again that rasping whisper floods your ears.
“Hello exquisite thing. Come to me. We have much to discuss on such little time” his regal commanding voice has you completely following his orders until you find yourself standing in front of a large durasteel door.
A quick whooshing sound and in the shadows you see him, the sight of him stood there now feels rather sinister, his crimson skin decorated with black tattoos , his rich yellow eyes glowing boring into yours. Under his black hooded robes you can make out his horns.
Silence.
That heat pools in your stomach dampening your core once more, yet you stand there as tall as you can trying your upmost best to not let him sense your fears…. And your lust.
“Do I frighten you?”
His rich and regal voice is striking.
Finally you remove your hood revealing your beauty once more to Maul. Standing there he begins to drink in all you have to offer. His eyes gaze up and down your body wrapped in your brown tunic and tight leather trousers.
“I believe you have something that belongs to me, I’m here to take it back and you are to be taken back to Coruscant”
A low rumble chuckle fills the once more silence.
“Young Padawan you may of course have this piece of jewellery back, please step in and I will hand it over to you”
A cruel smirk twists in his face, and those eyes roam over your chest partially peaking out from your tunic.
Slowly you step into the small room, one hand placed firmly on your lightsaber whilst the other twitches at your side. Trying so hard to compose yourself. Finally you stop in the centre of the room.
Maul begins to circle you achingly slow until he stops behind you, so close you can feel his breath fan over you. Your heart races and your core throbs
He leans into you his strong body pushed firmly against your back. You suck in an intake of breathe in the most quiet way you can, your hand still holding your lightsaber, a matter of life and death when you are in such close proximity to a powerful Sith Lord.
“Your thoughts betray you young one”
A raspy whisper in your ear before he gently places his lips on your bare flesh, kissing your neck so featherlight. Once again he manipulates the force and you feel your necklace back in place.
Each beat of your heart becomes louder and louder, faster and faster.
“I know what it is you desire exquisite one”
“And what is that Maul?” You turn around to face him, your pretty green eyes staring straight at him.
Silence.
Neither of you say a word for a few moments.
Maul sighs through his nose and for a brief second looks to the ground before looking back up at you, at your irresistible face and a dark smile tugs at the corner of his lips and his eyes fill with lust.
“This”
Forcefully pushing you against the cold stone wall,he wraps his arm around your waist, while the other gently grabs onto your neck, his hold is robust as he kisses you hard. Your pussy throbs for him. You moan into his kiss, as he slips his tongue into your mouth.
The sound of his deep groans sparks that sweet sinful wetness between your legs once again, and all you crave is , for him to be close to you, on you, inside you.
The friction between your legs burning and burning you desperately pull him closer trying to feel anything you can, Maul senses this and presses into you even closer. You can feel the thick hardening of his cock straining against his trousers , against you. Your wet pussy is so needy for him and he knows this.
Oh stars you are fucking craving this.
Breaking away from the hot and heavy kiss, you rip at his own dark tunic pulling it and throwing to the other end of the room. His body is so toned so fucking sexy, filled with those black tattoos you can’t help but admire. You bite your bottom lip looking the Sith Lord directly in his eyes with an innocence he has such a need to destroy, and for a minuscule of a second you see a softness wash over his features, before he lunges back at you so desperate to feel you again.
Grinding against you hard, pushing into you he makes quick work of removing all of your clothing revealing your delicate olive skin, your small chest falls from your bra. If weren’t listening you would of almost missed his gasping as his eyes drink in your naked body.
He slowly gets onto his knees , his mouth devastatingly close to your glistening pussy, he is fixated on what he sees in front of him , his hands trailing over every inch of you, worshipping your body like a serene goddess.
“Open your legs” he commands in a voice you dare not to disobey.
And you do, you spread your legs wide and throw your head back against the wall as he begins to feast on you, like a man starved. His tongue working with such authority such virtuoso, lapping up your sweet juices. You whimper and moan as he sucks on your clit.
Sucking , biting and licking at your soaking pussy he does not stop he keeps going and going , his tongue begins fucking you while one hand works your overly sensitive clit you can feel the build up of your orgasm nearing. His moans of praise pushing you even further
“Ohhh - Maul yes I’m going to-“
He slows his tongue down and looks up at you placing a gentle wet kiss over your slit.
“Shhh I know” he hushes and with that slides two large fingers inside you pumping them in and out at a furious pace all whilst he suck’s on your clit.
“Mmm good girl you taste as exquisite as you look ”
Your body simply cannot stand it and you come undone. An overwhelming white hot sensation engulfs you. Shaking and sobbing with such beautiful rapture. You run your hands delicately over those sharp horns and pull him up to face you. That smirk is there yet not sinister more sensual.
Laying back into the small makeshift bed your hair splayed out , your perfect body glowing with a thin sheen of sweat unable to take your eyes off this incredible Zabrak you open your legs enough to allow him the access you are so thirsting for.
“Do you want this exquisite one?” His voice laced in passion.
You can only whimper out a shakey “yes” before you feel him sinking balls deep into you. Your arms tangle around each other , his pace slow, gentle allowing you to adjust to his immense size, you feel every rib, every vein as his pace picks up.
“Good girl you look ever so good beneath me”
“I am the only one who will fuck you like this exquisite one…” his regal voice continues to send that shiver down your spine.
“Mmmm Maul- ohh yes it’s only you”
Your needy whines and whimpers fuel his furious pounding into you.
Maul yanks your legs placing them up and onto his shoulders allowing him to reach into you even deeper.
He peppers your ankles with silky kisses before continuing his sedulous fucking.
He groans and starts to fuck you harder and harder, it feels so right yet so wrong at the same time. You feel a shadow of darkness engulf you if only for a brief movement. Looking up at him through your sex- drunk eyes you see him so close to his peak , he looks so beautiful his eyes begin to flutter as his pace falters you can feel him loosing control deep inside you. Wet erotic sounds of passionate yet filthy love making fill the air , your orgasm teetering so close to erupting out of you.
You pull him into you as he kisses and bites at your neck groaning lewd praises his hands firmly grabbing the soft flesh of hips, his guttural growls and his relentless fucking of your cunt sends you over the edge.
Crying out in sheer bliss you , you whine so pathetically for him coating his throbbing monstrous cock in your creamy cum. His arms never leave your shaking breathless body while his hips buck even harder into you splitting you in two.
“Ohhh Maul- yes oh stars don’t stop”
One final harsh thrust he groans and curses in his native tongue coating your sweet tight insides full of his seed. The sweet ache of him stretching you releasing himself within you, his burning hot skin against yours, his firm hold on you and his tender kisses in the crook of your neck sends a lightening bolt of white hot pleasure flowing throughout you, your pussy milking his perfect cock for as much as you can get. His warm cum drips out of your ruined pussy, slowly running down your thighs.
Laying by your side Maul gently rubs his fingers over your slit catching the cum as falls out of you. Watching your every move.
That dark sinister smile beaming at you as he plays with a sensitive nipple slowly rubbing both his and your release smoothly over your tits. Turning your head slightly looking at him with wide eyes blown with lust he places his sticky thumb onto your swollen lips , without hesitation you gently part your lips, sucking the sweet and tangy juices off of his thumb ever so divinely.
His eyes so smug, he can sense your thoughts.
“Mmm I believe you want more- yes?”
Running his fingers up the side of your thigh with his free hand, nails digging into your flesh, the sight of you pleading so desperate, he adores this. He takes such pleasure from this.
So achingly slow he slides two fingers inside you, your cum filled pussy taking his fingers easily, gasping as he enters you.
“Maul…” you sigh closing your eyes biting at your bottom lip trying to control the moans that are so close to spilling out of your mouth.
Taking him by surprise you grab his throbbing length and begin to pump him fast driving him crazy.
He growls at your touch and uses his free hand to take a fistful of your hair, and pulls your to face him. He wants to watch you come undone once more for him, to watch your beautiful face contort in the pleasure he brings you. Again and again his two fingers explore inside you until he finds that sweet sensitive spongy spongy spot that sends jolting piercing pleasure throughout you once more.
Your walls clench around his fingers as the intensity of your third orgasm rips through you. You work in sync with him pumping him tighter and faster until his cock twitches squirting thick ropes of warm cum over your hand and thigh.
He curses, removing himself from your grip to run his fingers down the side of your face.
Your soft sobs of dizzy gratification slowly begin to fade away as you steady your breathing. You feel a soft kiss upon your temple and for a moment the only sounds in the room are your breathing in unison.
“Exquisite one are you - … did I hurt you?” Suddenly realising how fragile you are laid under him.
Stuttering your words you can only muster a quiet “no”
Maul slowly pulls away from you to place his robe over the both of you as lays at your side gently holding you, a sense of calm and peace rush over you and you melt into his strong arms, drawling circles into his biceps with your fingers. The silence is just beautiful right now. You turn around to face him placing a gentle and upon his cheek, he slightly flinches at your touch but slowly he weakens and relaxes feeling your delicate hand so kindly caressing his face.
As a Sith Lord showing this affection it is weak, he could easily strike you down here and now yet he chooses to hold you, to make you feel alive yet deep down you know how wrong this is, and in this succulent moment you don’t even hear the door whoosh open.
“Sarna….” The disappoint in your Masters voice falls heavy on you, it feels like your heart is breaking.
Obi-wan stands there his face completely and utterly dismayed. Pure incandescent rage seeps into his blue eyes which bore into the sight of his Padawan, in the arms of a Sith Lord. His fingers twitch at the side of his lightsaber.
“Jedi..” Maul growls his wrath causes him to push his arm across as if you protect you from the galaxy and the evil within it.
“Let”
“Her”
“Go”
“Or this time I really will kill you Maul”
“Master! Please let me explain!” You beg and bundle past Maul in great need of trying to unravel this mess you have gotten yourself in.
It only takes you mere seconds to pull your clothing back on and race to your masters side.
“Leave… now!” Obi-wans stern voice brings you to shame , you turn to face Maul and voice a soft thank you before scuttling out of the room with your head hanging low.
The distant sound of a lightsabers clashing between your master and your unexpected lover cause nothing but affliction , your connection to the force seems so lost.
Then no more sounds spill out of the small room you and Maul had such intoxicating love making in, just silence. Deadly silence , in the distance you see a small starship zoom off into the distant sky and all you can think is thank the maker Maul is alive.
For what seems like several rotations your Master finally steps outside, glancing over at you scrutinising you before he finally speaks.
“We are to head back to Coruscant with immediate effect”
“We will speak of this to no-one , do you understand me?”
Not once have you felt Obi-wan so disenchanted. He cannot even look at you. The ride back is quiet, uncomfortable. You keep your fingers wrapped around your necklace the only thing that seems to be able to comfort you.
As soon as you touch down on Coruscant Obi-wan heads straight to the Jedi Council, your heart plummets and your stomach forms knots one cannot comprehend, you take the time to head to the gardens to mediate to try and dilute yourself. Feeling a strong presence behind you, a calm one…. Your Master.
“I have failed you Sarna”
“Just like I failed my own Master…-“ his voice trails off slightly before he regains his composure.
You blink back stinging tears, a your breathe out a deep sigh.
“You have not failed me Master, it is I who has failed you. Am I to leave the order?”
The tears glisten as they begin to fall down your rosy cheeks. Obi-wan catches sight of this and sits down next to placing his hand upon your forearm , his blue eyes twinkling in the orange glow of the setting sun.
“No my child you are staying right here, the force is strong with you and I have petitioned to the council for your tests, they take place next week, and even though I have not prepared for you this and I can only but apologise.”
“ You will become a fine Jedi Knight Sarna”
His smile brings warmth to your heart.
And with that you are left alone with your thoughts, making your way back to your quarters, you can feel him ever so slightly his regal voice whispering and repeating the same two words.
“Exquisite one”
Once back within the safety of your room you sit there dazed , confused, and that familiar heat building up in your core once more. Again your Sith lover manipulates the force and you feel ghost fingers trailing up your spine to nape of your neck.
A set of lips placing fine touch kisses down your throat. It takes much out of you but fight and fight his voice his touch. To remove them from your mind, from your body.
“Do you no longer like when I touch you?” His voice once more taunting you.
Silence.
“ Why have you forsaken me young one?” His voice cold yet you are sure there is a hint of sadness floating around in there.
“You are a Sith Lord Maul, you have been tempted and fallen to the dark side. You are weak yet you believe you are strong. You will forever be forsaken in my eyes and the eyes of many” your words strike him deeper then he could ever imagine.
Your eyes fill with tears once more, a lump in your throat forms and it becomes so difficult to swallow, your heart feels sorrow. Standing in front of the mirror in your room you brush over the bruises and bites left only a day ago, by someone you never thought would take ahold of your heart in such a profound way.
“Why do you weep?” His rich , regal voice you’ve grown fond of is so gentle tugging at the strings of your heart.
“Leave me!” You snap turning away to face your small window, gazing out on the neon glowing night of Coruscant.
“I am unable to ever hear your voice again, to ever see your face unless to bring you to justice for the crimes you have committed. The Sith cannot be allowed to resurface”
“Now go Maul” the way you brush him off so nonchalantly breaks your heart piece by piece.
For a very brief moment you can feel his pain, his anger seething inside of him burns into your veins your very existence.
The wretched hollow ache you feel causes you to howl out a mix of cries and curses. You hold onto the small necklace you dote on so deeply , turning back to the mirror once more, your eyes judge over the feeble mess you have now become. The tears stream down your face, the saltiness tainting your lips, settling on your tongue. You hold yourself with your arms repeating the same words over and over.
“I will not be tempted”.
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Ohhhh baybe from the kiss prompt:
“a kiss against the shoulder after waking up beside each other”
With Avery and tech 💕🥹💕
Starry babe! Please enjoy this gift on Turkey Day! Thank you for the ask! I always love talking about these two lol. Prompt will be in blue.
A/N: been a while since I’ve been able to write so I hope you all enjoy this! Just a little snacky drabble for you today!
Pairing: Tech x Jedi!OC Avery Leto
Rating: M ish. Nothing explicit but suggestive themes. Minors shoo!
Wordcount: 422
Warnings: Fluff, softness, kisses, boobies mentionedXD
Summary: Tech wakes up next to Avery and sweet softness ensues.
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He’s risen before the sun. Not an uncommon occurrence for him. However the soft form sleeping next to him is a little more unusual, though not unwelcomed as their time alone is scarce. Tech squints in the dim light that trickles in through the transparisteel window of the room. Avery’s back is to him, blurry as he’s not donned his goggles yet. However he doesn’t rush, the haze of unfocused eyes softens her even more.
He trails his fingers from the mound of her hip, elegantly draped with their shared blanket, up to her mess of curls splayed across her pillow and his. Her breathing is slow and steady as her lashes flutter as if dancing through a dream.
He presses his nose to the curve behind her ear, breathing her in. She always smells divinely sweet, like fruit or candy. It makes pressing soft kisses to every exposed inch of her nearly irresistible. But he waits, not wanting to wake her yet.
His fingers ghost back down to her shoulders. The pads tracing the outline of her scapula, pausing over the scar, pale and rough in contrast to the rest of her softness. He traces the tattoo between her shoulder blades, still blurred in eyesight but is dedicated to his mind’s eye as clearly as the skies of Naboo.
She shifts as the light peeking through the curtains kisses her face. His hands continue their exploration. He knows her well now and yet he never grows tired of venturing out over the soft hills and crevices of her body. His eyes flutter shut as he brushes his nose along the same line he traced with his fingers. A smile creeps to his lips as she shivers at his touch, humming as she stirs awake.
Tech presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder, soft yet firm. His favorite morning greeting for her.
“G’mornin’ Tech,” she drawls sleepily, scooting closer to him.
“Good morning darling.”
“Been up long?”
“Long enough to appreciate how lovely you look while you sleep peacefully.”
She huffs a breathy laugh as she rubs the sleep from her eyes and reaches her other hand behind her to card her fingers through his hair. He chuckles and begins tracing the curve of her breasts, kissing along her shoulder and up her neck. Her soft whines, the only encouragement he needs to proceed with the body worshiping he’d begun the night before. Waking before the sun when he is next to her is becoming his favorite way of starting the day.
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All For Love : Hello
Pairing: CodyWan x Fem!OC (Ella Orunitia)
Rating: SFW - Future Installments will not be. Minors DNI.
Summary Ella and Cody Meet, a taste of Ella's background (no secret, is available on her OC page along with art of her HERE).
Warnings: None
Word Count :1831
Graphic Header and Dividers by:@sunshinesdaydream (me)
Ella brought her ship into the landing bay of the Negotiator. The bay buzzed with activity. Many troopers were doing some kind of drill with a troop carrier and others were moving cargo containers as they were directed.
Obi Wan was not there. Not that she’d readily recognize him. She hadn’t seen him since before they were padawans. Well, since she had become a Padawan. Master Mozh had scooped her up at a fairly young age when it came to padawans. They had claimed to keep her out of trouble. It hadn’t worked. From what she had heard for Obi Wan it had been later than typical. Evidently it had been for the best, the council had been clearly highly impressed with him. Or the rest of the council, since he himself had been made a master and had a seat on the council. Yoda in particular had been pleased when telling her that she would operate out of ‘his’ cruiser that he ran the third systems army from.
Ella had been away from the Temple most of her adult life. Too busy on digs, managing them, and fundraising for them. The academic side of the order was of less concern to central temple life and goings on.
She however was surprised by Master Yoda remembering her, and slightly embarrassed by his remembrance of her Padawan escapades. “Choose you for this we did . Remember you going to the lower levels, we did.” he had said.
With a sigh and a prayer to the force that she wouldn’t be expected to have military knowledge when she had none, Ella straightened her shoulders and cleared her mind so she could act the part. As she had done at many benefit dinners, galas, and most recently in front of the council.
Ella descended the ramp, her lightsaber swinging in an unfamiliar way at her hip. Usually it was in a protective case on her lower back, she rarely used it and it kept it from getting dust encrusted on the dig sites.
“It’s war, El,” Quinlan had said on her brief layover at the temple, as he was lounging on her bed. “You have to have it at the ready,”
Rolling her eyes as she had clipped her saber to her belt, spun in a circle, “Proper warrior now?” she asked.
He laughed loudly, throwing his head back, “You look like you might be about to battle a datapad. I think I prefer the dirt covered look. You do know you are going to rendezvous with the third systems army, not debate relics with some scholars?”
She poked him in the chest, “Well at least I clean up occasionally,”
The woman that walked down the ramp wasn’t anything Cody expected. Firstly, he expected General Orunitia to be dressed much like other Jedi he had met. However she was dressed more like an upperclass lady that had just stepped out of a cafe heading back to a library than a Jedi getting off a fairly rough looking lightcargo ship into a war vessel.
As she approached him and Waxer at the bottom of the ramp she said, “Hello. Ella Orunita, I’ve been sent by the council,”
“CC-2224, Commander Cody,” He replied. He was using the very practiced crisp professional tone he used with most people, “We’ve been expecting you, General,”
Though her pleasant expression didn’t change he picked up that she had been surprised. It couldn’t be that a general would be surprised a commander would greet them on arrival. She must not have been made aware of the Jedi Knights and above automatically becoming generals.
“This is Wooley,” he introduced his brother as he pulled back on his usual crisp and military way of speaking in these settings. “Make sure her ship is given a full post flight run down, I want it at top performance at all times,” He exchanged a look with Wooley as he spoke, a change of plans. He didn’t quite know why himself yet, but he intended on showing her the ship.
“Right away,” Wooley answered him. “Ma’am,” he nodded to Ella and went about organizing a handful of flight deck crew to attend to her ship.
“General Kenobi is in a meeting with the Jedi Council, I will show you around until he is done,”Cody informed her.
“Thank you, Commander,” Ella responded as she began to walk along side him.
“My pleasure,” He answered, “They didn’t inform you,”
“That I’m a general?” Ella asked. “No. Four rotations ago I was digging in the dirt on Villea Beta. They barely gave us enough time to preserve the site. Because the next thing I know I’m being given the ship and told to come here,”
“Digging, ma’am?” Cody wondered, having no idea at all what she meant.
“I’m an archeologist,” Ella bit her lip and glanced at him before continuing. “I study the past, mostly through objects. They are usually buried because they’ve been in place for a long time. Long enough that it might be before the written record. Or not thought important enough at the time to be written down. Especially if it isn’t about the ruling classes,”
As she went on Cody noted that she visibly relaxed, beginning to actually smile a genuine smile.
“For example your armor,” Ella turned towards him, nearly walking sideways as she continued. “It serves an obvious purpose. Things about the armor, it’s performance level, it’s design, would be written down and recorded. Those are important facts that would determine how you fight and so how battles can be won or lost. So a record of that would remain. What wouldn’t be written down are the designs. What you paint on them and why?. I’ve been around troopers for all of ten minutes, but I know it’s not indicative of rank. Some have a standard paint job, others are more customized and elaborate. Is it creative based? Is it a social and cultural aspect that is unrelated? Does each one have particular meaning? Is it a universal language? We would have to locate enough examples to come up with even a hypothesis. That is the kind of thing that have people like me digging in the dirt and debating in years to come. The living element of history.”
“For what purpose, ma’am?” Cody asked. As her obvious excitement ramped up as she spoke he found it more and more endearing. He wanted to answer those questions for her, hear the ones he couldn’t answer.
Ella seemed suddenly aware of her surroundings and circumstances, her voice dropped, “Ah, curiosity. Maybe to understand our place in the galaxy better? I suppose there are more important things now,”
“You wouldn’t have been sent here if what you did was unimportant, general,” Cody responded, trying to reassure her. He hadn’t wanted to dampen her spirits. He thought curiosity was an excellent reason for doing things. “This way. I’ll show you your quarters first, then the bridge. It should give you a good reference for finding your way around the ship.”
Ella was sure the commander was signaling to his men to tone down the formality when he introduced her to several of them. However she hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t been offered anything other than names in introduction and her new rank was rarely mentioned.
By the time he had shown her where her quarters were, Ella had become comfortable in his presence. So much so she felt she could be more herself and not the performative mask she usually hid behind in social situations.
After she was introduced to two ARC troopers they passed, Jett and Sterling, she asked. “What is the difference between different troopers? I mean, what is different about ARC troopers compared to others?”
With a smile Cody began, “They usually start out as a regular trooper, they get picked for extra training and special missions when they excel in the field. Handpicked by their officers who know them. Not just on abilities, but spirit as well,”
Cody continued, telling her some of the more specific training an ARC would get until they arrived at their next stop, “This is the primary med bay. We just rendezvoused with the med frigate, so it should be quiet right now. The most critical and longer recovery injuries get transferred. Medical frigates have more space for the injured and medical supplies. They mostly have mostly defensive weaponry and usually have a smaller escort attack vessel. They stay close, but not too close to active zones,”
It was pretty empty inside. But there were a handful of what she realized were teenagers from the temple, ones that had elected not to become knights and focus solely on the healing arts, going through the room and cleaning it up.
“I ordered our chief medical officer, Brace, to rest since we are at a lull. It appears he has listened for once,” Cody said.
“He fell asleep at the readout console, so I had a couple of the other medics take and dump him in his bunk,” a deeper voice said, approaching them from behind.
“Mig!” Ella exclaimed, turning to the familiar voice. She immediately hugged the tall zabrak.
“Hello, Ella” his voice rumbled, he patted her back.
“You already know Master Vono,” Cody said. Something about his tone tugged at Ella’s stomach.
“Master Vono?” She asked.
“I took a Padawan,” he offered in response.
Ella stepped back next to Cody, resting her fingers lightly on his arm as she answered him. “Mig was head healer on the first dig I managed,”
“I hope you are more cautious now with age,” Mig answered.
“Many do,” she grinned.
“Just keep yourself out of here,” He told her.
“That’s the plan,” Ella smiled.
Mig answered, his voice nearing a growl, “keep an eye on this one, Commander,” before walking off to give orders to the younger healers and medics.
Cody then led her to the mess hall.
“There’s so many people on the ship? How do you get everyone through?” She asked, thinking of managing the dining situations on various digs and expeditions she had managed.
“The main mess hall works on a fairly strict schedule. The ship’s crew have a set schedule they go by. When we are on board too, the men get put into the schedule depending on other training and duties they have. It can be fairly changeable, but we have a decent team that takes care of it.”
Cody gestured to a smaller room near the massive hall. “This is the auxiliary mess. Mostly used by officers and others whose schedules aren’t exactly routine. Anyone from the medical staff to General Kenobi.”
They made their way to the forward command tower. On the main bridge they stood on the walkway and he pointed out all the stations explaining the function of each. He had gotten halfway through when behind them they heard, “Hello Ella, it has been a long time,”
She turned quickly and was looking into Obi Wan’s sparkling blue eyes.
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Two Weeks (Din Djarin x Reader)
Chapter 1 (Chapter 2 coming soon)
A/N: Hi everyone! Here is my first chaptered Din Djarin x Reader fic. I’ve got big plans and I hope y'all like it. Requests are still open. Bruce Wayne x Reader coming next!!! Thanks y'all!!! Enjoy :) (also this is gonna be based on Two Weeks by Grizzly Bear but each chapter will have it’s own name after this)
Summary: After running away from Luke’s training, Din is tasked with bringing you back to him. What neither of you anticipated was the connection that would come with being stuck together for two weeks.
Warnings: Eventual smut!!! So imma put an 18+ warning just to be safe. I don’t think this is going to be too slow of a slow burn (like I’m talking smut by the next chapter or chapter 3 so...), canon violence, implication that Din got another Razor Crest bc im lazy, creepy/sexual harassment-y Twi’leck, and my favorite: the one bed trope muahaha.
Word Count: 3,605
The holobooks glow a cerulean blue, illuminating the dimly lit shelves that stretched on for what seemed like miles. The library was unsettlingly quiet, too quiet. The silence gave you more than enough time to drown yourself in your own thoughts.
You can’t help but go over that last conversation you and Luke had shared just two months ago. It plays over and over again in your head, tempting your brain to split open with guilt.
“I’m not picking a side,” You shouted, storming towards the X-Wing you intended to take from Luke.
“But by leaving you are,” He insisted. “You’re giving into your fear, your hatred, your emotions.” His voice was stern, yet calm. It annoyed you. How could he possibly be so collected at a time like this?
“No!” Your shout was now a scream. “Leaving isn’t the same thing as picking a side.” You could feel your throat closing, growing hoarser with each syllable. “I’m done being an apprentice. I’m done serving someone else!”
And with that, you left.
You knew you had made the right decision, but you still felt undeniably guilty. You didn’t want to hurt Luke, but you needed to save yourself. You wanted to go down your own path, to make your own choices.
After all, you had spent the first fifteen years of your life with the Empire. You’ve never known the full story, but you were apparently kidnapped by the Empire before you could crawl. They knew you were force sensitive, and so you always assumed you had come from some powerful Jedi Knight. Once kidnapped, you trained under Vader as an apprentice. While it was in small doses, you had brought out the light in him. Then, the Rebels found you during the Battle of Yavin, and took you in.
So, when Luke began training you, he was shocked to see that you already knew an abundance of Jedi skills. He realized that whatever was leftover of Anakin Skywalker had trained you. However, your Sith training was still certainly prevalent. But because of this, you felt as though you could use both sides of the force comfortably. You tried to explain to Luke that you found balance in using both the light and the dark, but he refused to understand.
Luke often treated you like you were something that needed to be cleansed, like something that wasn’t enough. He immediately forced himself into the traditions of the Jedi. You, on the other hand, knew that would be a mistake.
You decided to steal the X-Wing and fly to Nevarro. You sold the ship and found a job as an archivist at a brand new library on the planet. Things had been going well, but today you simply couldn’t stop thinking about your past, about Luke. You could feel something coming, something that was connected to-
Suddenly a shiny figure covered in Beskar approached your desk. You swallow harshly, immediately sensing that he isn’t just here for the books.
He’s here for you.
“C-Can I help you?” You stutter. Your eyes flash under the desk, checking quickly to ensure your sabers are still there. Although, they aren’t quite yours. One was your father’s — whoever that was — and the other was Vader’s. Luke had given you your father’s, while you found Vader’s in the destruction of the Second Death Star. You never told Luke about it.
“I’m looking for a Jedi,” The Mandalorian’s modulated voice snaps you back to reality. You know he means you, even though you don’t consider yourself a Jedi. You reach your hands out and attempt to discreetly force pull the sabers to you.
You fail completely, as one knocks over a paper weight and a canteen of water before flying into your hands.
“Guess that’s you,” He states matter-of-factly.
You leap over the desk and sprint into the stacks, igniting your sabers in the process. The blue and red beams reflect against the gray marble floors, your boots pounding with each step you take.
You look behind you, noticing that the Mandalorian is gaining on you. His armor clatters as he closes the space between the two of you.
You concentrate your energy, bending down into the floor, and leaping up, bouncing from shelf to shelf until you reach the top of a bookcase. You look behind you again, and the Mandalorian is now climbing the shelves. You pause for a moment, knowing that he isn’t going to make it up as quickly as you did.
“Who sent you?” You question as he continues up the case.
His gloved hands finally reach the top. “A mutual friend,” He says, his voice a bit strained through his helmet as he pushes himself up.
You point the red saber towards him as he stands just a few feet away from you. “Are you with the Empire?” You ask, swallowing the fear in the back of your throat. “Because if so, you can fuck off. I’ll kill you before you can take me back to wherever you’re stationed now. I’m not going back,” You can feel tears stinging in the corners of your eyes. “I-I’m not going back,” You say again, stuttering.
The Mandalorian takes a single step towards you, slipping his blaster back into its holster. He puts his hands in the air, “Maker, no, I’m not with the Empire,” He takes another step towards you, and you slowly lower your saber. “It’s okay,” He breathes. Despite the helmet, you know he’s looking into your eyes. He can feel your pain. “I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.”
You close both sabers, still clasping the hilts tightly in your hands. “So, then who sent you?” You press, apprehensively closing the space between you and the Mandalorian. You feel as though you can trust him. You can tell he isn’t here to hurt you. If he was going to, he certainly would have already.
“Luke Skywalker,” He finally admits. “He asked me to bring you to him.”
You scoff, shaking your head as you turn away from the Mandalorian. “No kriffing way am I going back,” Your voice is callous and coarse. You sit on the edge of the bookshelf, your heels tapping against the shelf below. “He couldn’t even come get me himself,” You whisper, looking off into the distance.
The Mandalorian stands next to you, and that’s when you sense something else.
You look up at him, his armor glimmering in the blue light, and see a little green figure peeking through the brown sack around his waist. You smile softly, instantly feeling the force coursing through the little creature.
“Who’s this?” You ask, reaching out towards him. The little guy reaches towards you too. Before the Mandalorian can stop him, the child falls into your arms. “The force is strong with him,” You say as you scoop him up.
“His name is Grogu,” The Mandalorian remarks, snatching the child back. He reaches a hand out to you, “But now isn’t the time for introductions. I have to get you back to Luke.”
You breathe deeply through your nose, sighing audibly as you exhale. You take the Mandalorian’s hand and stand up. “I’ll go with you on one condition.”
“I don’t negotiate with bounties,” He states nonchalantly.
You roll your eyes. “The condition is that you bring me back here once I’m done talking to Luke. I don’t intend to stay with him for more than ten minutes.”
He’s quiet for a few seconds, pondering your proposition. Finally, he nods. “Fine,” The Mandalorian huffs. “But then my condition is that I’ll do some bounties on the way, and you’ll stay on the ship with the child.”
You arch your brow and shake your sabers. “You want me to stay on the ship? The wanted, force sensitive, Sith Lord-Jedi?”
The Mandalorian chuckles softly. For some reason you can’t quite place, your heartbeat speeds up at the sound of it. “Maybe I’ll think about it,” He says, walking away from you and jumping down from the bookcase. You follow closely behind him.
“What’s your name?” You ask as you head towards the doors of the library.
He doesn’t answer right away, as if he’s unsure of how to respond. “You can call me Mando,” He says finally. You nod.
Mando.
You grab your cloak from one of the hooks in the foyer of the lobby, and swiftly put it on. You lift the hood over your head, ensuring that you stay at least somewhat hidden, and exit the library.
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After a mile or two of walking, you and Mando come across a cantina. He stops in front of it, carefully grasping his blaster. His visor looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. He’s heeding a wordless warning.
But you didn’t need any warnings. You could handle yourself.
You nod once and Mando presses a button that opens the door. You walk into the dark bar, music blasting from the speakers.
“So, what are we doing here?” You ask, your eyes searching the cantina.
Mando nods over to a corner booth. “You see that Twi’lek sitting next to that guy?” Mando asks, and you nod. “He’s coming back with us, whether he likes it or not.”
“How do I help?” You question, moving your cloak to the side to grab your sabers. Mando reaches down to your hand in response, his gloved fingers wrapping around your wrist.
“Not like that,” He says, his grasp still firm on you. You can’t help but notice the contact, the closeness. “Go sit in that booth over there,” His voice is barely audible as he points to the booth a few seats away from the Twi’lek. “And take the kid,” He says, pulling the bag off of him and handing it to you. You wanted to roll your eyes at the lack of importance in your job, but the cuteness of the kid quickly makes you happy to be of service.
You head over to the table and sit down. Grogu wiggles out of the bag and into your lap. A feeling of safety washes over you as he makes himself comfortable, and there’s no doubt in your mind that Grogu is attempting to communicate to you that his father isn’t as bad as he appears to be.
And you’re quick to believe him.
It’s clear that the child loves Mando, as Grogu fills your mind with images of the Mandalorian going above and beyond to save him, putting him above all else, sacrificing his own happiness just so Grogu can live a good life. It makes your heart warm. It gives you a certain feeling, a feeling you haven’t felt…
Ever.
“I get it little guy,” You whisper to him, rubbing his head with the fist of your hand. He coos and giggles as you squeeze him closer to you.
But those feelings of safety and comfort and warmth turn into nothingness the second you feel a hand grip your shoulder tightly.
You whip your head around to see another Twi’lek. “Can I help you?” You snarl condescendingly.
The Twi’lek chuckles. “That’s no way for a woman to talk to a man who’s interested in her,” He answers. You roll your eyes.
“Interested in what about me, exactly?” You question, placing the kid in the space next to you. “In getting your ass kicked?” Your voice is firm and growing louder with each word that leaves your lips.
He brings his hand up to your chin, lifting it up so that you’re forced to meet his gaze. You grab his hand in response, trying to pry it off of you, but it’s no use. “You need to learn how to behave yourself,” He growls. You contemplate force pushing him off of you, or reaching for your saber and chopping him in half right here, but you know that would ruin Mando’s bounty, and it would blow your cover.
“Let me go,” You demand, your eyes searching the room for some sort of escape. There was nothing you could do without giving up your spot. You look over to the other booth, attempting to catch Mando’s attention. You can hear the child screeching behind you. Your heart pounds in your ears. “Please just let me go,” You’re begging now. You don’t know what else to do.
The Twi’lek scoffs. “Not happening. Not until you learn how to-,”
Two blaster shots ring out, and the Twi’lek immediately jumps back in fear.
“You kriffing touch her again and you’ll end up like your friend here,” Mando says, holding up the lifeless body of the bounty. “I should kill you for just talking to her,” His voice is commanding as he closes the gap between himself and the Twi’lek.
You grab the child and pull him into your chest. You can feel his fear, and you’re sure he can feel your own too. “It’s okay,” You whisper. “I’ve got you now.” Mando watches how you’re caring for Grogu out of the corner of his eye. Something stirs within him, something he can’t quite place.
He storms over to you, bounty in tow, and grabs your arm. His gloved fingers once again find their way to your wrist, and he guides you out of the cantina.
Just behind the cantina is a ship. You figured Mando had planned that whole thing out. Dragging a bounty for miles on end doesn’t exactly sound like fun. Regardless, you wanted to forget what had just happened. You had been through enough for one day, never mind an entire lifetime.
“What kind of ship is this?” You ask, trying to make conversation. Mando’s grip on your wrist tightens, and he stops in his tracks.
“You just almost got killed, or…” He trails off, looking down at the ground. “Or worse, and you want to know what kind of ship this is?” His voice is no longer strong or confident, it’s shaky and unsure. You’re shocked at how much he cares for your wellbeing. Even inside the cantina, something had come over him. No one, including Luke, has ever shown so much care for you before.
That’s when you feel the tears pricking at your eyes. That’s when you finally register the weight of what tonight’s events could have meant.
“I-I’m sorry,” You stumble around your words, staring down into the orangey-tan sand coating your gray boots.
Mando shakes his head, his arm moving up to rest on your shoulder. He rubs softly and breathes deeply. “No, don’t apologize. I’m being too hard on you,” He whispers. “Are you alright?”
You nod once. “I think so,” You reply, settling into his touch. It’s relaxing, warm, and you’re enjoying it far more than you should. You don’t know what it is, but there’s something endearing about him, something that lures you in and keeps you hanging. You want to hold onto the feeling, to keep it in your pocket and wear it around your neck whenever you can.
He keeps his hand around your wrist while the other pulls the bounty along as you walk up the ramp together. He drops your wrist and yanks the bounty over to the carbon freezer. He makes quick work of the Twi’leck as you look around the ship. In the corner, underneath the cockpit, is a single bunk. Your exhaustion makes the makeshift mattress look extra comfortable. You could fall asleep standing up, to be honest.
Mando finishes with the now dead bounty and stands by your side. You hand him the bag with the kid in it. He peers inside and catches a glimpse of a sleeping Grogu. You hear him chuckle through his modulator and you can feel that feeling again, that feeling that makes your heart want to burst.
You smile softly. “So how long am I going to be a burden on you,” You joke, your smile widening.
“Two weeks,” He says plainly.
For some reason, two weeks didn’t seem long enough.
Mando’s visor meets your gaze again. You can’t help but yawn, your exhaustion thoroughly catching up with you.
“You should get some rest, we’ll be on Tatooine tomorrow,” He says, his voice equally thick with tiredness. “My bunk is down there, you can take it.”
You furrow your brows. “What about you?” You ask. You really were going to be a burden on him.
“I’ll take the cockpit,” He says back, pointing over to the uncomfortable looking chairs at the front of the ship.
You shake your head. “We can share, it’s fine,” You insist. But Mando doesn’t listen. He walks towards the cockpit.
“Maybe,” He finally responds, “But for now I’ll stay up here. I have to put in the coordinates and get us on course anyway.”
You nod. “Goodnight,” You whisper, your voice coated with fatigue.
“‘Night,” Mando whispers back as he takes his seat. You do as he says and waddle down into his bunk.
Normally, something like this wouldn’t seem comfortable to you, being that the mattress was probably no more than two inches thick and the blanket was incredibly thin, but you were far too tired to care. It felt like heaven just to lay down, so much so that you drift off to sleep before Mando can even take off.
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There’s lightning, and a hooded figure. You can see Mando and the child on the other side of whatever platform you’re on, maybe on a rock somewhere off in the distance. Your sabers glow in your hands. You try to run towards the figure, but you’re stuck. You can’t move.
The figure reaches out their hand, and force lightning pours out from their fingertips. You drop your blue saber and extend your hand out, electricity shooting from your fingers with twice as much force. Your eyes glow a threatening, dark yellow.
You scream out as the hooded figure fights back, increasing his force, stepping closer towards you.
“The Mandalorian and the Child are mine now,” He says, his voice cold and cruel.
“No!” You shout. “N-“
“No!” Your eyes open wide as you push yourself up on your forearms. You practically smack your head on the roof of the bunk. You’re shivering. You can’t tell if it’s just the temperature of the ship, or if it’s a product of the nightmare you just had.
But that wasn’t just any nightmare, it was a vision. You had never seen that place, that planet before. And the pain you felt, it stemmed from a place, a feeling you just haven’t felt yet.
Love, true love.
You can hear the clunking of metal above you, and seconds later, Mando appears at the entrance to the bunk.
“Are you alright?” He’s panicked and practically shouting.
“Y-yeah,” You mumble. “Sorry if I woke you, it was just a nightmare.” That wasn’t the complete truth, but you figure he isn’t exactly ready for the truth just yet.
After all, you did just meet.
“Are you sure?” He presses. He isn’t buying it, and he’s completely right not to.
You sniffle and stir a bit under the covers. “I think so,” You lie again. You weren’t sure at all, and you certainly weren’t ‘alright’ in any capacity.
Mando sighs heavily through his modulator. “Do you want to talk about it, cyar’ika?”
You were shocked at how kind he was being. He could be so tough, so cold to his bounties. “What’s that mean, cyar’ika?” You question, trying your best to change the direction of the conversation.
“That’s not what’s important right now,” Mando says, dismissing your question entirely.
You smirk, attempting to convince him that you’re okay. “I’m fine, I mean it.”
Mando nods once and begins to slip out of the bunk. But as he leaves, you begin to regret telling him you were fine. His proximity to you had made the pain go away, just for a moment. Now you were back to being anxious and cold. Genuinely, you were freezing. You must be in deep space by now. You were more than positive that you wouldn’t be able to go to sleep like this.
You groan, embarrassed to call him back just as you had kicked him out. “Mando,” You call out. He’s back within seconds. “Can you…” You trail off, trying to find the right words. “Would you…” It’s impossible.
“I’ll stay with you.”
It’s like he can read your mind.
He strips off his armor, save his helmet, and slips in next to you. He brushes up against you for just a second, and practically pulls away instantly.
“Maker, you’re freezing,” He says. Suddenly, you feel his arm slowly wrap around your waist, hesitantly pulling you tightly against his chest. “Is this alright?” He asks. You’re too stunned to speak, so you simply hum a yes.
After a few minutes of lying like that, with your back up against his chest, you begin to feel better. Still, you can’t help but feel guilty, like you’re a burden to him, like this is something he has to do. You’re supposed to be powerful. You were a Jedi, a Sith, and yet a Mandalorian is being forced to take care of you.
“You don’t have to stay, you know. You can go back to the cockpit if you-,”
But he cuts you off. “I told you I would stay.” And so, he did.
Two weeks, You think to yourself. Two weeks.
And then you drifted off to sleep, without nightmares, without visions.
Just like yesterday
I told you I would stay
Would you always?
Maybe sometimes?
Make it easy?
Take your time
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New Obi-Wan x Reader series, The Guardian
Hi all,
I created this blog to scratch my fandom writing itch and will be starting with a HELLA slow burn #obi-wan x reader fic that takes place during the Clone Wars. And when I say hella slow burn, I mean prepare your heart strings. The series will be called The Guardian and I’m hoping to make it as accurate to the universe and characters as possible. The opening arc will be split into two-ish parts, so get ready.
I’m also accepting requests!! I’m definitely up for prequel Star Wars and TOS/TNG Star Trek and would love to expand into some more fandoms so ask for whatever! I’ll let you know if I can do it or not :)
So keep an eye out Saturday evening for the first part. I’m not sure about my posting schedule yet but will keep you updated. So excited! 😆
— Your Friendly Neighborhood Porg
Edit: first chapter is up! Read it here!
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Here I leave some old drawings that I made but the first image is a new one that I made I hope you like the first one
2024
The other drawings
2021,2022,2023,
#fanart#fem oc#the bad bacht x jedi#the bad batch#the bad batch oc#jedi oc#jedi reader#the clone wars
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#swtor#lana beniko#jedi consular#quality content today people#thinking about them#my commander is my fem twilek jedi consular so this is made with her in mind#but if the shoe fits#i have discovered the joy of making low quality memes about my ocs#be afraid#sareesa
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A Shadow of What You Used to Be (19)
Chapter 19: Voice of Treason | Cal Kestis x Irele Skywalker
Requested by Anon
Summary: There is another! Years after young Anakin Skywalker departed Tatooine, his mother Shmi delivers a second child—this time, a daughter. Whilst the circumstance of the girl’s birth remains unexplained, Irele Skywalker has yet to choose the true path between those laid out for her.
A/N: Hello guys, I’m sorry if I’ve become so inactive last year. The slump was one thing, but more and more things kept piling on my shoulders that it’s becoming more difficult to bear. I lost my grandmother a few months after I announced that she was sick. We lost her to cancer. My only comfort was that I was able to take care of her and spend time with her. For a while, I lost my energy to write again; and now that it’s the new year, I’m picking up my old habits again. I hope you guys have had a great Christmas and I wish you guys a wonderful 2022. ❤ As for me, I’m okay and I will be.
Also in AO3
Chapters: Prelude – 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 – 9 – 10 – 11 – 12 – 13 – 14 – 15 – 16 – 17 | Previous: Part 18 | Masterlist
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Trilla’s heart leapt, but not in the wholesome way most would think.
The sight of the red-haired Jedi roaming free like a dog and Irele—of all people—behind him without any form of restraint on him launched a thousand ideas into Trilla’s mind.
It was a risk to frame Irele, but if ever the universe would favor her, perhaps she would topple Vader’s own ward out of her own pedestal.
“Don’t you have another target in mind, Trilla?”
“It was never implied that we stick to whom we choose to hunt,”
Irele squinted in reply. The Second Sister’s knack of not answering Yes-or-No questions slightly vexxed the young ward.
Trilla raised her lightsaber, its end pointed at the boy with a head of hair as crimson as her blade. The gesture suggested as if she’s taking the Jedi for herself.
“I see that he is not bound, Irele,”
“Smart observation,”
The Inquisitor’s lip snarled, “Are you conspiring with this Jedi?”
“Do you have proof that I am?”
There is a silence. Irele was not to be underestimated, especially her wit—borne from the harsh desert life in Tatooine and sharpened by her exclusive Imperial training to serve Vader—it was more of an ally to her than an asset, as some people would have remarked. She made sure that the Inquisitor was aware of the repercussions if she were to accuse the Vader’s Ward, heavier is the punishment when the treason is proven baseless and for lack of evidence.
“Then why isn’t he bound if you’ve captured him!?”
“Cal here proved to be quite cooperative that I felt that there is no need for it,”
The Jedi boy could not react—as a matter of fact, he does not know how or what. Thoughts chased each other around his head, the exchange of the two women was nearly white noise to him. Although, one coherent question could be heard in his mind, What is she planning to do with me in this?
When the white noise dissolved and his attention returned to the Inquisitor and his apparent captor, just when he thought they were coming to a close in the conversation, a trooper in black armor with red stripes—one that Cal is very familiar with—butts into the scene.
He politely does so, beginning with an “Excuse me” and when all three turn to him, the soldier fixes his faceless gaze on the young ward.
“Lord Vader has requested for you, milady,”
“Tell him it’ll take me a few minutes, I left my fighter in the other side of the island,” the fact slightly exasperated the girl.
Irele detected a croak in the soldier’s voice, as if he cut himself from what he was about to say; he gathers himself in the next second.
“He requests that you come now, we will have a shuttle arranged for you.”
with the Second Sister and the Purge Trooper standing beside each other, Irele half-shifted her eyes to her left, then quickly steeled them at the latter, perfectly masking her growing distrust. It appears she was more concerned of her favorite ship being blown to bits or thrown off to the black ocean rather than the credit of her capture being grabbed by someone else.
“Have a porter fetch my fight and dock it where I’m headed,” she commanded as she strode ahead of the trooper. She signalled for another trooper standing around to put Cal in handcuffs. The air of authority lingered upon her.
Before disappearing with the trooper, she stopped at her heels to face the Second Sister.
“You’ll take it from here, won’t you, Trilla?”
the woman did not speak. Irele took it as a yes when she hung her head and did not meet her gaze again. Irele let her thoughts run once she was alone with the trooper in the large elevator heading to the surface. The moment she left Cal alone with the Second Sister, he was open for the taking and the next competent person was there with him. Later on, her thoughts branched out to Trilla’s next possible move, which she has always anticipated from the start. Turning him in formally before Vader obviously meant that the acknowledgment is hers, and hypothetically, the favor. She can almost feel the Second Sister’s glee.
Vader’s sister was confident that she cannot be toppled that easily. Her cunning was something that her own big brother lacked and secretly envied, for he was the perfect opposite: he is sheer, brute force, imposing and terrifying just as his mere silence. Her mind wandered on the idea that while there are moments where she saw Trilla’s determination—albeit reckless and sometimes miscalculated—but she confessed to herself that she had been blind to Trilla’s desperation for favor. Being in the second highest rank among the Inquisitors meant that she would do anything to preserve that status, or evolve it—but Irele had the feeling that she Second Sister would’ve preferred the latter.
Through the maze of rock and ice, Irele and trooper find themselves in the base—the one pasr the abandoned village—and marched through the aisle of computers on either side. Her appearance caused every Stormtrooper to drop everything and greet her.
“Carry on.” she simply dismissed.
The large door disappeared into its frame, Irele makes her way to the center of the landing platform that’s jutting out of the mountain face. A gray shuttle awaits her at the end of the runway.
The humid ocean breeze was such a relief for Irele, the air in the caves felt too stale and heavy—it reminded her of the days where she was first captured then conditioned. The scent of wet grass was welcome in her lungs and for the first time, her exhale sounded satisfied, and a smile snuck in as she pushed out the last of the air before boarding the ship.
Once off-planet, she recognized her ship. Behind it—with a considerable distance—was another, and she didn’t need to know whose it is.
When the shuttle landed in the hangar of the second command ship, she gracefully strode out of the entrance, barely missing a beat in her stride; the trooper following her tails was replaced by a uniformed officer, obligated to escort the young lady to the dark lord’s chamber. Irele gestured at the man with her, essentially dismissing him and so he left as she entered.
After her first few steps through the door, she bent a knee and bowed with great reverence.
“You called for her, Brother?”
In the center of the room was a large, black shell. Parted vertically to reveal an ice-white space inside, sitting in it was Darth Vader with his back turned to Irele while looking at a screen. He later swivels his seat to face her.
“The report states that you’ve caught a Jedi,”
“As I should, yes,”
“Perhaps you’re aware that he and his companions have something far more important than the bounty on their heads,”
Irele squints her eyes in puzzlement. Vader senses that she is not hiding anything behind that expression.
“It wasn’t stated in the profile though,”
Indeed, when the profile were presented before the Inquisitors and Irele, there was no indication that Cal is in possession of whatever important thing Vader mentioned.
Irele continued, “What is it?”
“A Holocron,”
“What does it contain?”
���A list of children, Force-sensitive ones. They will be a great asset to the Emperor. I trust that you make him talk about where he’s hiding it,”
“Even if it kills him?”
Darth Vader only stared facelessly.
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Meanwhile, Trilla did exactly what Irele had anticipated. She thought that there is the slim chance that either Irele will declare her responsibility of the capture or Vader will acknowledge it based from the reports submitted. The Inquisitor decided to gamble her luck.
“We’ll take him to the ship,” Trilla commanded another trooper.
The Second Sister takes the lead, two troopers block Cal from a back exit.
Still bound, Cal had not noticed that from the moment he and Irele met Trilla, BD-1 was missing the whole time. He was smart enough not to make his concern obvious, he trusted the tiny droid had something up in its circuits. He asked BD-1—in his thoughts—where could he be.
Alas, the tiny droid, practically invisible to the enemy, skittered rock to rock as he attempted to get closer to the troopers. Whatever the droid is planning—it will end up to be a mess. The pitter-pat of its feet was muted by the dull squeaking of the cogs in the middle of the caves. In a spider-like grace, BD jumped onto the shoulder of one trooper, the tip of his splicer sends a jolt of electricity and BD didn’t wait for him to fall to the floor before hopping to the other.
The Second Sister spun to witness the commotion unravelling before her. Not wasting a split second longer, the tiny droid immediately hopped onto Cal’s wrist and picks the lock of the cuffs. Cal’s first instinct was to ignite his saber, Trilla follows, and they exchange hits. The were too preoccupied with their skirmish that they didn’t notice a small band of bounty hunters—one of them was a droid—had been camping above the rocks and finally got the golden opportunity to jump on them.
In the middle of their interlocked saber, the hulking droid descended from its perch, the ground shook as it landed and split the two warriors apart. Then it was time for the bounty hunters to spring into the action.
“Oy, you take on the woman, get the boy!” cried the hunter, thick with accent.
Trilla and Cal each had to deal with two hunters. It would seem that Cal had gotten the shorter end of the stick since he had both the droid and the hunter’s attention. The Inquisitor was pushed to the edge, landing a lower rock outcrop with her two enemies.
Once separated, the humanoid bounty hunter fished out something from under his cape. A small metal canister explodes into a fog upon hitting the ground, partially blinding Cal; it caught Trilla’s attention and gave the enemy an opening to strike her—and strike her he did. This disoriented her long enough to make their escape with a knocked-out Cal on the droid’s shoulder.
They fled.
The Second Sister felt her stomach sink to her feet.
#cal kestis#cal kestis fic#star wars jedi fallen order fic#star wars fic#requested by anon#anon request#swjfo#swjfo fic#jfo#jfo fic#jedi fallen order#fem! oc#cal kestis x fem! oc#cal kestis x fem oc#cal kestis x oc
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FicRecs
Enjoy some of my favorite stories I've come across on Tumblr! Seriously, I LOVE these stories and I reread them A LOT!
Please note: Virtually ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE SMUT. That means 18+ content, and you are responsible for managing your internet consumption. Minors DNI.
FicRecs
DC Comics
Dance for Daddy by @matth1w LAWD. I love me some Roman Sionis fics and this one DELIVERS. Sexy, kinky, smutty I give it a solid Chefs Kiss.
Joy Ride and Let Me Make You Feel Good, The Intern by @littleredwing89 More delicious Roman Sionis one shots Joy ride is about teasing Roman as he drives and Let Me Make You Feel Good is about a sweet smutty cure for a hangover. And the Intern, a fuck buddies to lovers story, god yum. Reader inserts. Drool. Go forth read and enjoy.
Bait the Beast by @more-cardigan-than-womanLord help me, I found a new little gem. You cause a bit of a ruckus with Coblepot and Roman thinks you need a lesson.
Yours by @tarrenterror25set in the AO! Verse Roman is having some trouble during the holidays overcoming everything the Joker did to him, good thing he has you. Because he does. You're his now. Melt. Sorry about the mess.
Star Wars
Water and Rock by @split-spectrum I honestly cannot say enough good things about this story It follows Obi-wan/Fem Reader in the classic Master/Padawan troupe and it. is. SPICY. Up to twelve chapters which I have read MULTIPLE TIMES and it hits so hard. Go read this story it is sexy as HELL and gives you the feels. She's so damn good at writing Obi-Wan it hurts, but like in a kinky good way.
The Gift by @ladyinwriting18 I have already spoke at length about the fabulousness that is Lady in Writing and her amazing content. This one is a favorite! Its a Maul/Reader Insert and it is smutty sxy and kinky. Seriously if Maul is your fictional crush (Hi me too!), go read this.
The Three Princes Part One: The Oldest Profession by @thenightmarketofdathomir This writer is freaking legendary. I do not know the collection of words in my own language to describe the eloquence and sophistication this writer possesses. Just go. Go read this and you let me know if you're ever the same again. This gem stars our boy Feral and is a you/reader insert. Oh damn, this story makes me want things...
Birthday Wish, Romancing the Pages, The Write Seduction, To Create Life, by @jedianjakenobi Y'all, this author holds a special place in my writer's heart. She's a published author on Amazon and she's truly amazing. Her works are all Obi-Wan-centered and reader inserts. Birthday Wish is a birthday crush from your sexy neighbor, Romancing the Pages is a fake relationship/summer romance with a reclusive shy librarian (Ben) and a best-selling author, The Write Seduction is a professor Kenobi/writing student story and it is SPICY. And my favorite To Create Life is a Jedi Council green lights a baby-making program and who else is the reader paired with? Their good friend Padawan Kenobi. My darlings, my friends, if you like Obi-Wan smut then you are doing yourselves a disservice by NOT reading these.
Empty Me Out by @221bshrlocked reader insert/DOM Obi-Wan I'm tellin y'all this story NEARLY killed me. I've lost track of how many times I've readit. You're an entertainer and Master Kenobi needs information from you, so you give him what he wants and then he gives you what you want. Where it Wasn't massage therapy reader insert/Obi-Wan, do I need to say more? Pretty sure I melted into the floor with this one.
His Loving Satine by @waterlily707 I love reader insterT and OCs but these two Obi-Wan and Satine are a joy to read. Temporary paralyzed Obi-Wan at the "mercy" of a slightly dom Satine. Juicy, gorgeous, little bit of fluff. Love it.
Room 24 by @murdockussy Little angsty Obi-Wan/reader insert enemies to lovers in an undercover assignment-type situation. Spicy, dom Obi-Wan give. Me. More.
Tea with Lemon, Tea with Honey by @wickedscribbles an established relationship as a reader insert and Obi-Wan. If you want honey then you get to take care of a sick Obi-Wan and kind out you have a new kink, if you want Lemon then Obi-Wan takes advantage of said kink and whisks you away to another planet for some R&R under the guise of "work." Enjoy!
Actors/Characters
Ben Hardy
Hold Me Close, Don't Let Me Go by @stray-kaz God. This one shot is just sxy as hell, it's a Billy/Four fro, 6 Underground/Female Reader. Our boy comes home to one hell of an 'I missed you, I need you right now' welcome. GO read it. Right now.
Such an Experience by @rogermyreligionOk. Guys... FUCK, this is a hot little oneshot Roger Taylor of Queen/Female reader and OMG. Just go read it. I've officially stopped counting how many times I've read this. Smutty/Sexy. I'm dead.
Long Distance by @acciotwinzwinz. Y'ALL. Sit your asses down and read this Roger Taylor/Reader insert/You. It's fluffy, its sexy, its cute and the smut is -chefs kiss- Yes, I read this one a lot too.
For now, these are some of my favorites that I frequently reread because I love them. I'll probably be adding more, it's more than likely I've forgotten some...
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 (𝐏𝐓 𝟐)
PAIRING: sergeant hunter x fem!oc reader
SUMMARY: the aftermath of order 66 for the bad batch, and the reunion of a jedi and her squad.
WORD COUNT: 3.8k
WARNINGS + RATINGS: general audiences, mature themes, angst, fluff. happy ending to this chapter! female oc, use of she/her, mentions of death and order 66. series. follows the bad batch timeline.
NOTES: part tew. peep the masterlist!
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Things were tense in the Marauder, the air thick and suffocating as they finally departed from Kaller. They had remained there for longer than the other clones on the planet, for they had suffered a loss of great devastation.
Miri Rocksled had been an exception to their isolation from the rest of the GAR, she was one of them and perhaps she had been all along; thus was why approximately eighty percent of the Bad Batch was more than certain she was not guilty of the things the Jedi had been accused of. All, except their own sniper—Crosshair had never been one to express the warmest of emotions to the world around him, but he was unusually callous on the status of his former General.
It had started with the kid, how he reacted to the orders to kill the padawan that struck something in Hunter. Orders or not, this was not something Clone Force 99 stood by; to claim they had been avid followers of the rules to begin with would be a shameful lie, but to choose such a time to start raised concerns in the man. And it was his reaction to Hunter’s reaction to realizing Miri was in danger that triggered such tension.
“Hunter, we cannot go look for her,” Tech stated, voice stern as he spoke from the front of their ship. “Do you realize how that would look to the other troopers? To whoever gave us this order?”
“When have we ever cared?” Hunter shot back. “You know her, there’s no way this is true.”
From the back of the ship, like a creature lurking in the dark, Crosshair's voice filled the space. “The Jedi are traitors.” All eyes turned to him, sitting alone with his helmet still on, and he leaned in closer from his hunched position to put emphasis on the next blow. “We were given orders to execute those guilty of treason, and your Miri was no exception,” he sneered.
An unexpected eruption came from where Wrecker stood, and everyone soon realized it was the large man launching himself at his brother.
Wrecker, with his heart on his sleeve and his fists bared, would not stand for such talk of his General. It took all three men to pull him off of Crosshair, but eventually they were able to separate the two. “Wrecker, enough!” Hunter grunted, shoving him into a seat.
“Listen,” he panted slightly, holding his hands up to diffuse the situation. “This is getting us nowhere. Tech’s right,” he finally agreed, the prior exchange having knocked some sense into him. “It won’t be a good idea to go looking for her, we don’t wanna catch the wrong attention. But—” he gave a pointed look at Crosshair, “we all know Miri isn’t a traitor. She’s almost loyal to a fault, something the other Jedi never seemed to stop giving her a hard time about. Whatever it is that they’re saying the Jedi are guilty of, we need some more information before we start blindly following orders. Got it?”
One by one, they all nodded their heads, Crosshairs albeit reluctant. But in his true nature, he couldn’t help but have the last laugh. Quietly, almost as if he didn’t want the others to hear, he questioned Hunter. “Besides, what would you even do if you found her body?”
As they entered hyperspace, Hunter held himself together with the hope that she had gotten away. That her death was also falsely reported; the padawan had gotten away but nobody really needed to know that. Perhaps Miri, that clever one, was able to escape. This hope resided in them as they walked into the facility on Kamino, it was what kept their heads high and facing forward as everyone around them acted even more strange than usual.
The sight of red and white armor once again raised alarm in Hunter. “Shock troopers?” He questioned as his head turned to watch them walk by. “What’s the Coruscant Guard doing here?” His attention was broken by the words over the intercom, the modulated voice repeatedly announcing ‘level five lockdown remains in effect. Security teams, report to the command center.’
He looked to Tech, and without fail he had the answers. “This isn’t a drill,” he stated, sounding surprised to hear such information.
“Oh man,” Wrecker whined. “What did we miss now?”
“The end of the war,” a Shock trooper answered as he walked by.
Hunter stepped forward, as per usual. “Say again, Trooper?”
“General Grievous was defeated on Utapau. The Separatist leadership has collapsed,” he answered. “The war is over.” A statement spoken so casually, yet possessed the weight of thousands of tons.
Behind him, Tech looked over at Wrecker. “Just like I said,” he quipped seriously.
Wrecker gasped dramatically. “It is just like you said,” he marveled, earning a side eye from his brother in response. Hunter was hardly paying any attention to this, however, as two troopers carrying a gurney walked by, a body with a sheet covering it laying motionless. Just as they passed him by, a lightsaber fell from under the sheet, and the shock trooper he was speaking with crouched down to pick it up.
When he rose to his full height, his eyes were trained on Hunter and the look he was wearing as he watched this scene unfold. He had tried to mask his emotions, but evidently he wasn’t doing that good of a job at the moment as the clone questioned him with slight hostility. “Is there a problem?”
Though he made no effort to put some trust in his gaze, Hunter answered immediately. “No problem,” he replied, glancing over at Wrecker and then at Echo as casually as possible. “We’ll just head to our barracks then.”
“Best hurry,” the trooper responded as he turned to walk away. “There’s a mandatory general assembly at 1500.”
And this assembly, one of the first the Batch had committed to attending, shed light to the situation while, somehow, leaving a dark shadow behind.
“And the Jedi rebellion has been foiled. The remaining Jedi will be hunted down and defeated.”
Chills ran down Hunters back at the words coming from the cloaked figure of what was said to be Chancellor Palpatine. Claims of an attempt on his life leaving him scarred and deformed echoed in his ears as his eyes drifted to the gallery, when the higher ups of Kamino watched from above. But what had caught his attention was a little girl, already watching him.
She smiled when they made eye contact, but his focus shifted as Tech spoke up from behind him. “What is it?”
When he looked back, she was gone. “Nothing.” His eyes remained there as Palpatine's voice grew louder and louder.
“...the Republic will be reorganized into the first Galactic Empire!”
Briefly, a memory came forward of Miri meditating on the ship while they were stuck in hyperspace for who knows how long. She had been uneasy as of late, yet she tried to hide it. Meditating was something she did often, but what was peculiar to them was the scrunch of her face as she sat still as stone. They tried not to bother her when she did this, understanding it was…just something Jedi did, when she looked so distressed they felt inclined to keep watch.
It was when she began to breathe heavily, almost gasping, that Hunter stepped forward. “General?” He questioned lowly, not trying to startle her, but she jolted at the sound of his voice anyways. “General, are you alright?”
She had not responded, only looked at him with wide eyes as her chest rose and fell quickly. “Miri,” he tried again, formalities slipping away in his worry, “are you okay?”
“Something is…going to happen,” she began, voice slightly frantic as she tried to gather her thoughts. “I—I don’t know what it is, or when, but it’s heavy. It’s…” She sighed, rising from her seat and running her hands through her hair. “It’s dark, and I don’t think anyone is going to see it coming, and if they do it’s just going to be too late.”
That feeling had persisted throughout the end of the war, nagging Miri any chance it got. It was ever present, when she rested, when she relaxed, when she was dispatched for missions and campaigns as well. Constant, the shadow was for Miri Rocksled, and now the curtains had been drawn and it was displayed right before their very eyes.
Around them, troopers cheered at the revelation, unaware of the looming darkness that weighed heavy on Clone Force 99. “Still don’t think the clones are programmed?” Tech questioned, side eyeing the men around him.
They would soon find that they were, in fact, programmed. Everything that transpired on Kamino before their forced departure was an echo of Miri’s prediction. She had been so unfortunately correct; it was heavy, it was dark, and it had been too late for anyone to stop it. The plans, orchestrated by someone they could not yet pinpoint, were already in motion, and all the Bad Batch could do was play the game as they always had; and it would seem the game had always been rigged against them. The food fight in the cafe with Omega, the live rounds during their battle simulation for Tarkin, Omega’s warning to not return, the supposed insurgent retrieval mission they were sent on. The undeniable and jarring change in Crosshair, the revelation that Omega was one of them, the weight of the fact that Miri would never leave a child in harm’s way, the devastating betrayal of one of their own.
It had been made clear that the Empire had no room for Clone Force 99. It was time for them to leave, and Omega would be coming with them. They had a Jedi to look for.
Many rotations had passed before the need for a pitstop was brought to their attention. Rations, medical supplies, and fuel were running low; and the severe lack of resources for a child was something Hunter had not thought of when he asked Omega to join them.
They had learned from their visit with Cut and Suu that the Empire was spreading quickly, and travel between planets was growing much more difficult. They had to go out of their way to look for places seemingly untouched, or as much as they could be, by the heavy presence of stormtroopers. Options were running out as their journey was only just beginning, but they had no choice but to make do with the cards they had been dealt. The village they found themselves in was seemingly alright, people milling about but minding their own business; excitement was minimal and danger was mostly undetectable, a rarity these days.
However, Hunter could feel something. A nagging feeling, that someone was out there. Watching, waiting, plotting, he did not know; but they were there. It was hard to ignore, impossible to shake off as Omega rambled about whatever had caught her interest in the market, and his eyes scanned their surroundings over and over again. He could not put his finger on it, though, for no matter how many times he looked, he came up short. He tried not to let frustration fester where caution resided.
Until his eyes, squinted and serious as they flit over the horizon, caught a flash of a cloaked figure in his peripheral. A smaller frame shrouded by the loose fabric, identity shielded by the wide brim of their hat, he lets himself hope that it is Miri. A foolish and desperate hope, made as the figure turned away from him in the distance, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The hunch he had was far too big to just let this go. The feeling, still lingering on his skin as he quickened his pace to catch up with his brothers, was familiar because it was her, alive and breathing. It had to have been.
To test this theory, he told everyone to finish gathering whatever they needed, as they were headed out, but instead of making their way towards their ship, however, he led them into the forest with arms full of supplies and faces full of confusion. Their feet carried them past the treeline and deep into the greenery, and still Hunter offered no explanation. Wrecker whined, Tech and Echo fired off logical explanation after logical explanation, and Omega was left looking around in wonder. So caught up in what was potentially ahead of them, he didn’t even notice the body tailing them from behind. In fact, it was Omega who pointed it out, feeling the eyes on her from afar.
“It feels like we’re being watched,” she whispered, looking up at Hunter with furrowed brows. Worry was etched onto her face, but he didn’t really know how to soothe that worry at the moment. Miri was always better at this than he was.
“That’s because we are,” he answered gruffly, as if it was no big deal. Nonchalance was something Hunter wore well, but they had so much to lose now that Omega ran with their crowd that so little care in a situation such as this was out of character for him.
“We are?” Echo shot back through gritted teeth, alarm evident in his tone. “Hunter—”
“I think it could be Miri,” he interrupted, not looking back at Echo. The sergeant found himself almost hesitant to reveal the information he had been hoarding for the last little bit for how it would make him sound. Yes, she was special in a different way, but she was still their general and he knew her. He knew her, and what she felt like, and he was almost certain this was her. The fact that he didn’t hear a branch one snapping coming from their watcher, the fact that she remained out of their sights while keeping them in hers, the fact that nobody ever followed them with intentions of just watching; it all made too much sense to not make any at all.
“The likelihood of that is quite low,” Tech started, holding a finger up but he never got the chance to continue for Hunter held up a closed fist, a signal for them to stop in their tracks. His eyes were trained not on ground level, but up in the trees, and he spun around as he searched for the lost Jedi.
Unbeknownst to him, his brothers share skeptical glances. They did not like it, but they had stepped closer to accepting that Miri Rocksled may never show her face again for one reason or another than Hunter had. His desperation, while understood, was painfully obvious.
But, always one to prove someone wrong, the missing woman made her presence known from a thick branch above them. Hunter had ventured too close for her liking, it would seem, and she stepped into view with her saber drawn and pointed at him. Perched there perfectly, draped in the same neutral colored poncho he had seen back in the village, Miri Rocksled was alive.
The orange blade hummed lowly as the glow illuminated the expression she wore. Brows furrowed and eyes wide in a horror Hunter didn’t recognize from under the brim of her hat, her knuckles gripped the weapon so tightly the skin had gone ghostly white. Once again, the brothers exchanged glances, this time one of shock. Wrecker’s gasp cut through the ambient noise of nature. And Hunter, who could only stare up at her in awe, could not think of what to do or say. Instead, his limbs remained frozen as his eyes took her in for what she was, his greatest love.
He had missed her so terribly, more than he thought a close was capable of, and yet he had carried through every rotation she was missing. The weight of it was suffocating, and just seeing her lifted it from his tired body tenfold; he was light with his eyes on her once again, for she was the answer to every problem he could ever have.
“Miri…” The words left him of their own accord, coming out as a breathy whisper pointed towards the heavens.
His voice, the sound of it in her ears, made her face screw up even tighter, eyes drawn to slits and lip quivering ever so slightly. “Stay back,” she demanded lowly through gritted teeth as tears brimmed her eyes. They stung, and she blinked rapidly to keep her sights clear on them. She tried to keep the fear at bay, tried her damndest, but to finally be face to face with her clones after Order 66 had dread settling itself in the pit of her stomach. Against her order, Wrecker took a few steps forward, eyes wide as he looked up at her. “I said stay back!” She shouted, voice harsh as it echoed throughout the forest. “I don’t want to hurt you guys; please, please, don’t make me,” she begged, words shaky as emotion threatened to take over.
Hunter repeated her name, snapping out of his daze at the genuine fear that they would try to kill her. Fear, it was not something he was used to seeing on her, and he didn’t like it one bit. His hands went up in a show of peace, demeanor that of a man approaching a cornered animal. “It’s okay. The chips didn’t work in us, we didn’t follow the order,” he explained, desperation hiding behind his words. When she remained still he gave her the smallest of shrugs and the smallest of smirks. “Defective, remember?”
Tech took that as his signal to step forward, for he knew that Miri needed all the details then and there in order to clear the air. “What he means by that is the inhibitor chips the Kaminoans implanted in all clones did not show signs of controlling us. We have since discovered that is how Order 66 was administered, and that is why we did not participate in it; well, all except one,” he rambled, eyes never leaving the General in a show of true honesty, though Tech was never one to lie. “That is why Crosshair is missing, he…he now works for the Empire.”
“Crosshair…” she whispered, voice low and hesitant. “It worked on him? He—” she looked away, sadness taking over for but a moment. “He would have tried to kill me?”
“Yes,” Tech affirmed. “He believed that the Jedi were guilty of the accused treason, because that is what we were told by the Emperor himself.”
Oddly enough, Miri appreciated the bluntness of Tech’s delivery in that moment. One would feel the need to soften the blows, but they had since been dealt. Dealt the moment she had to fight for her life on Kaller against her own allies turned enemies. The facts of the matter almost helped ease the sting of betrayal she had harbored since, knowing that it had not been personal. They could not help but turn their weapons on their generals and commanders, and Crosshair could not help the change in his ideology.
With this information, she had deduced that the Bad Batch were not a threat to her any longer. They did not display the behaviors other clones did in the presence of a Jedi, and that was the largest indicator that what Tech had said was indeed true. But it was also the look on Hunter’s face that swayed her heart when she tried to keep it stoney.
A man in love, a man lost in his love, looked up at her as if she was the angel he had been hoping for. The grief of her presumed death, and the denial of acceptance, had worn him down along with everything else, and she could see how he had been changed. He would not harm her, could not harm her; that much she believed.
There was one question to be asked, however. “What happened to the padawan on Kaller?”
When Hunter stepped forward to answer, her weapon moved to point at him once again. It startled him, pausing in his tracks as he held his hands up once again. “I let him get away,” he answered, the words spilling out of him. “Lied to Crosshair about it, lied to the Empire about it.”
She eyed them all one by one, gaze lingering on the little girl tucked away in the back with Echo by her side, before she retracted the blade of her saber, orange light disappearing into the intricate hilt. Her arm fell to her side, but her feet were still planted firmly on the branch. Miri had been in survival mode for so many rotations that she was finding it difficult to let it slip away, even if slightly. Her heart beat rapidly and almost painfully in her chest as she took a deep breath in an effort to steele the resolve to relax.
With that, she clipped her weapon to her waistband and effortlessly leapt to the ground below. Her feet hardly thudded as her boots made contact with the dirt floor, and she looked to Hunter. She felt herself being pulled to him by something greater than the both of them, and she couldn’t even try to fight it. He watched her as if watching a ghost glide toward him, helmet at his feet as he had dropped it upon seeing her once again, and his hands had begun reaching out for her without even knowing. She almost tripped over the piece of armor as he yanked her into him when she was within reach.
He held her close, arms wrapped tightly around her as if she would disappear again if he let go, and he breathed. He breathed clearly for the first time in what felt like centuries, lungs able to expand to their full ability instead of being constricted by constant worry. He breathed her in, the scent of her still lingering after all this time of chaos and turmoil. She was her, alive and persisting, and he felt as if he could weep as her body weight felt so solid in his hold.
“I knew you were still out there,” he whispered into her hair, voice cracking.
“You found me,” she whispered back, throat tightening as she fought off the same feelings. Hunter, her Hunter, had found his way back to her. She had been so worried that what they had was forever lost, that what she had with them all had been forever tainted, and to let go of that felt incredible.
He shook his head the best he could while having her so close. “No, you found me, Miri,” he insisted, not caring about anything else besides this moment. “You found me.”
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Hello!
I am obsessed with your OC Clone squad. Thanks for sharing them with us!
You said you’re taking requests so I’m sliding in with one 👀
I’m taking from the same delicious NSFW prompt list @dystopicjumpsuit used!
The prompt is “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” with Ghost. He seems so sweet and deeply caring. With his cybernetic eyes perhaps eye contact is important to him/his partner???
Do with this as you please, no pressure! 💕
Thanks @starrylothcat for the fic request!! I'm so excited to deliver, and for my sweet boy Ghost too 😭
I Will Know You Forever, Even In Darkness
Clone OC Ghost × fem!Reader (civilian mechanic) (new relationship)
Word count: 2860
🔞Minors DNI🔞
Prompt: “Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.”
Summary: After a scare on a mission, your new sweetheart's in recovery at the hospital. When you're finally allowed in to see him, you make up for lost time.
Contents and Warnings: fluff and smut the ultimate combo, bit of angst at the beginning, PiV sex, mentions of eye trauma (nothing graphic), yearning good lord the yearning this man does for you. Happy ending, pinky promise.
Author Notes: This fic takes place directly after the mission that causes Ghost to lose his eyes and get his prosthetics. No actual eye trauma is described in detail, it's only stated that he lost them from acid splash, and he's given cybernetics as a replacement.
Small cameo of others in Grave Squad, the jedi of the 404th, and even smaller cameo/mention of two other sw OCs I've made over the years.
Sorry this one's so long, but also not sorry at all because I think it's really good.
When The Crypt lands in the hanger, you're absolutely thrilled. Ghost and his brothers were home at last. You set down your tools and twll your assistant you'd be back in a second, to which they roll their eyes with a smile, "Boyfriend's back huh?"
"Shush," you giggle, and start toward the ship with glee. But the closer you gwt, the more your smile fades
Wraith is out first, Specter and Banshee carrying a stretcher after him, "Careful! He's fragile, don't jostle him, I just got his vitals stable again!"
Guilt bubbles in your stomach as you hope and hope that the clone on the stretch was Phantom. You wouldn't wish for any of them to be hurt, but please. Please, anyone but--
"Ghost's gonna be fine," Phantom stretcha as he gets out of the ship, play wrestling with Wraith in a bad attempt to lighten the worried media's mood, "You saved his face, I'm sure he'll thank you for that when he wakes up."
"If he wakes up, Tommy!" Wraith spits at his brother, poking his finger hard into his chest, "Like I said, he's fragile, we can't be too cautious! I don't know the extent, he could die for all-"
"Wraith." Specter's voice cuts like a knife. He had noticed you when you'd arrived, and knew all the talk wasn't helping your anxiety.
"He's... he's not going to die, right?" There's a tremble in your voice, your hands are gripping the front of your jump suit so tight its almost hard to breathe, "He can't, he's- please..."
Phantom pushes his brothers along, the stretcher jostling just enough that Ghost's arm falls limp from it, and the cry that comes from you is mournful enough to make the hanger fall silent.
Wraith tries to comfort you, but his anxious yammering only proves to make things worse. Phantom catches your shoulders, then pulls you into a hug, "Hey, hey Mesh'la, it's fine. It's fine, Cap's been in worse spots than this. His name is Ghost, not Dead Guy, right? Afterlife can't get him, he's stuck here with us. Take a breath, okay, it'll be fine. He'll be fine."
His brothers keep you up to date while you aren't allowed in to see Ghost. He's lost both his eyes. They tell you he was heroic, only thinking about the lives of the people he was protecting during the battle. Wraith later confides in you that he believes it was his fault, that if he hadn't forgotten his helmet, Ghost wouldn't have given him his. Ghost's eyes wouldn't have been lost. You want to be angry, but you know them too well at this point.
"Rai, you didn't take his helmet off him. You didn't throw the acid. You didn't do anything malicious... Specter said you kept him alive, it was your quick actions that saved him. Stop calling yourself Ghost's attacker, he'd hate to hear that..."
Wraith nods, but doesn't say anything else, just goes back to Ghost's hospital room to do his best in helping his brother. You get the feeling that Wraith isn't going to belive it's not his fault until Ghost tells him that himself.
On the fifth day, you hear a voice you don't recognize.
"I don't care, no one is going to replace Captain Ghost." There's a few garbled words, then the voice came back, more forceful, "Ghost, not CT-1313." There's another pause before you hear a snarl, "HIS NAME IS GHOST!"
There's hushed murmers, then the voice speaks again, "Good, now that we're clear that this is a man and not a number: you'll give him new eyes. Yes, I do mean that. I do not care what it costs you, he's an irreplaceable asset to the 404th, and I will not have him decommissioned when the best course of action is to replace what he's lost."
You don't realize how close you've gotten to the door until it a little girl grabs your hand, "It's not polite to easedrop... it's fun to do though."
You'd seen her once before, Ghost called her "Vod'ika", and you aren't sure if that's her name or not. She's got her ear pressed to the door, and she giggles, "Oooh, Master Dax is angry, he's using his little voice."
"Master-" when the door opens, a yellow zebrak in jedi robes stands before you. His bright blue eyes catch you, then the little girl behind you.
His glare turns to a funny face immediately. Hands beside his head flaired out, tongue sticking out, eyes crossed. It makes you laugh for the first time in days. "Good!" The zebrak booms, holding your shoulders, "We like happy. Happy means hope, and what's wrong with a little hope right? You must be this "Cyare" Ghostie has been muttering about in his sleep, I know all his brothers, and none of them have that moniker, Athena there is "Cyar'ika", so Cyare must be you!"
You know that word, you heard it often when you were a mandalorian foundling as a child. Beloved. Your face blooms with blush, and you look down at the kid behind you, then back to the man, "uh... y-yeah, I guess so."
"Good, good good good, excellent, good!" He puts his arm around your shoulders, leading you away from the door you'd been camped in front of since Ghost was admitted, "Listen Cyare, Ghost's gonna be fine, Wraith and another clone, I don't know if you know him, Repeat, they'll be preforming Ghost's surgery. Why you ask? Because I don't trust those smug asses with my boys!" His laugh booms again, and you can't help your giggle either, "Now, Re is from my previous Padawan, now a master, so proud. Re is from Annika's battalion, the 418th, let me tell you..."
Master Dax talks your ear off for hours. But it takes your mind off of the situation, and before you know it, Specter is collecting you from the enthusiastic jedi, "Buir, shut it. C'mon, Ghost's up, he wants to see you."
You wave to Dax and Athena, thanking them for spending the day with you. As you walk the now familiar path to Ghost's room, you find that your pace moves quicker the closer you get. Specter chuckles at your side, "Just run, we told the staff to let you in."
"Thanks," you manage before sprinting away. You're running so fast the doors don't part for you at one point and you slam directly into them, eliciting uproarious laughter from a few of the clones lucky enough to see the disaster. It takes a lot of patience to slow down enough for the automatic doors, but eventually you're where you need to be.
Wraith is waiting inside Ghost's room for you. He's fidgeting more than normal, and when he sees you, his speech goes into over drive, "Okay keep in mind I'm not perfect I did my best and he's my brother so of course I did my very very best for him and Repeat was a huge help please don't be mad at-"
"Wraith," Ghost's voice sends your heartbeat further into overdrive, "Shut up before she thinks you killed me." There's humor... stars you're so happy to hear that light chuckle, "C'mere Cyare, I want the first thing I see to be you."
Before you go to his side, you stop at Wraith, kissing his cheek lightly, "Thanks for brining him back to me..."
"Y-yep." As Wraith stumbles out of the room holding his cheek, you cross to Ghost.
Your hand finds his, and immediately his head turns to you with a smile, "There she is, my heart. Rai said the bandages could come off a few hours after surgery. Told him I wanted you to be there for it, hope that's alright."
You don't say anything. You climb into the bed with him, your arms wrapping around him, tangling your legs together as best you can with the blanket over him. Ghost kisses the top of your head as you settle in, rubbing your back, "I'm alright..."
"I know."
"If I'm not handsome anymore, you can always date Phantom, he hits on you enough to where I think he might be serious." He chuckles, but when you don't, he stops. Ghost's hand finds your cheek, and brings you to look at him, even though he can't see you yet, "Hey. I'm not going anywhere, alright? I'm alive, and I want to see you... please Cyare, let me see you."
You move on him, straddling his hips, thankful for his eyes being the only injury this time. You hold his face gently, and he steals a kiss to your palm, making you blush. "Ghost..?"
"Hm?"
"It's not just your looks, you know that, right? It's you. Even if you're still blind, or your face is weird, I'd still want to be with you... Phantom's gross anyway, not made of boyfriend material like you." When he laughs this time, so do you. Hope, you think, a little hope is good.
Careful, so much so you're holding your breath, you begin to take off Ghost's bandages. His eyes are closed underneath, and you cover your mouth for a moment. It's like a mask of scars tissue, still gently pink from the acid. When he flutters his eyes open, white irises meet yours, and you can help but cry. Tears stream down your face, and Ghost looks almost dejected before you croak, "You're okay..."
Ghost lets out a breath of relief, his new eyes focusing on you, "I was hoping to see you smile, but I'll take happy tears too. They are happy, right?"
"Yes!" You burst, bouncing in his lap a little with the laugh, reaching for him again as you go to kiss him.
Ghost gives an appreciative "mmm~" as your lips find his. He puts his hands on your hips, one leaving its post rather quickly and rubbing across the small of your back and side. He's surprised when you deepen the kiss, and you feel his length move under you as your tongue slides over his. He chuckles when you part, and looks up at you with new eyes, "Careful there Cyare, I'm getting excited."
"Is... is that a bad thing?" You bite your bottom lip a little and deliberately roll your hips on him this time, "I... I missed you, and these last few days, I couldn't stop thinking about... a-about how I don't want to be without you."
Ghost throbs against you, but you get the feeling it wasn't because of your movements on him, rather your words. You keep rolling your hips on him, wanting to feel him yourself, "For a moment I thought you were gone, and I realized I didn't get to tell you how I feel-"
"Stop," he holds you still, his hands finding yours, "Don't say it. N-not unless you mean it, got that? Don't say it because you feel like you have to."
You recognize the look of fear in his eyes, of rejection, pain from a love once spurned. You're not each others firsts, but you do know one thing, you want him to be your last firsts. You put your hands on Ghost's and guide them to your heart. It beats fast against his palms, much as his does on yours when you reach out to him. You mirror each other's moves, one hand each going to hold your cheeks. His thumb rubs your cheekbone, eyes locked with yours, "Cyare..."
"Kar'taylir darasuum." The mandalorians who found you, became your family, they had taught you this phrase when you left them. With how Ghost's eyes soften at you, you know he understands them too. You repeat them to him all the same, beginning to rock on him again, "I will know you forever, Ghost."
Ghost repeats them back to you, his hand guiding your face to his for another kiss. It's slow and lingering, when you pull back, he's smiling so warmly, lips gently parted with soft breath, "I will know you forever, even in darkness."
Ghost's eyes roam down between you, and blush finally shows on his face, "Cyare, if we don't do something about these clothes, I might throw a fit."
You're both giggling as you fumble with your clothes. Soft stolen kisses, small gasps of appreciation, little stories of "What's this scar from?" And kissed freckles. When you're standing beside Ghost's hospital bed fully bare to him, he looks at you with so much adoration. His hand reaches for yours, and you're guided back to his lap. He's bigger than you thought, his length hard in your hand. "Wow..."
"I could say the same," Ghost chuckles and puts his hands on your hips, eyes on your slick folds before slowly working up to your eyes again, "Never seen such a beautiful body before."
You bite your lip as you move against him, running his length through your folds to slick him. The groan he makes joins yours as you toy his tip against your clit. Ghost smiles up at you, hands holding your breasts, circling your nipples with his thumbs, "Stars you feel great already... Cyare, mmm~"
Your eyes flutter closed as you take him into your waiting walls, "Ghost..."
“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby," when he speaks, it's so soft, so breathy and light, you're not sure if you heard it or thought it. You look down at him, and he already looks love drunk. Eyes half lidded, his hands move down to your hips again and pull you further onto him. You moan, bracing on his chest, and he groans with delight, "That's right baby, eyes on me... I want to see you."
"Ghost... kriff, s-so full," your eyes stay on his as you start to move on his lap, taking him fully each time you lower back down. You start slow, easing yourself through the burn of the initial stretch, but soon you're at an even pace. The sticky wet sound of his length moving in and out of you fills the room with your tandem breathing.
His hands hold you tight, hips bucking up into you as you bounce on his length. His eyes flicker between yours, your breasts bouncing, and the way he glides in and out of you with such easy. You whine for him, hands balling in his chest hair, clenching around his length, "Feels so good, Ghost, s-stars." When his fingers slide to your clit, you cry out for him with an arch of your back, "Ghost! Ah!"
"D-dont look away," his other hand holds your face, thumb running over your bottom lip before you take it in your mouth and suck. Ghost's eyes widen a little, his hips stuttering before the pace quickens, "Oh kriff..."
You release his thumb and lock eyes with him again, "I'm close, do-don't stop, don't stop, Ghost, oh-" a whine releases from your lips as he rubs your clit faster, eyelashes flutter but you keep your eyes open, closer and closer to the edge, "Ghost, oh, oh baby, oh Ghost!"
"S-stay with me baby, come on, s-so close, so--" he grunts, his hips snap up into your walls in an intense build of pressure before he sits up off the bed with a cry of your name, spending himself inside you without restraint.
His wild bucks and intense attention to your clit were enough to get you to the edge, but feeling him fill you with his spend, it sends you over into ecstasy. You collect his lips in a kiss as you orgasm, body clenching around his length and shuttering with aftershocks of pleasure. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as you come down, and as Ghost holds you close, kissing your neck and shoulder, you feel so warm and safe.
Small drops of warmth hit your shoulder, and for a moment concern holds your body still. Was he hurt? You pull away to see Ghost's face, and to your surprise, tears are filling his new eyes, falling down his cheeks. You hold his face gently, wiping the tears from his unmarked skin, Careful of the sensitive scarring, "Ghost... what's wrong baby?"
"Nothing," he laughs a soft cry, kissing your lips just once, "I'm... overwhelmed. Spent the last month thinking of this, the last week needing to see you, just one more time, and..." He chuckles, feeling silly, kissing you again, "I can't believe this is real."
Your heart flutters, how is he this sweet? You press a delicate kiss to his forehead as you ease the both of you down. You nestle under his chin, still full of him, not willing to let that feeling end yet, "It's real, I promise."
After a few minutes of silence, Ghost rubbing your back in soothing circles, you're nearly asleep when you hear him again, "Did you mean it...?"
"Hm...?"
"You love me?"
You press a sleepy kiss to his jaw, "I love you, Ghost."
His heart picks up, you can feel it against your own, and it has you smiling. Ghost gives you a little squeeze, going back to rubbing your warm skin, "I love you too, Cyare."
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Stardust made to shine Cover Art by @the-chains-are-the-easy-part
Darth Maul x fem!Jedi OC Ayane Arinori
This is the cover art for my canon fanfiction 'Stardust made to shine'
We see Ayane and Maul sharing a pretty sweet moment while Ayane holds the cyber crystal she will later use for her lightsaber. Maul holds a pendent that shows a little shell that was a gift from Ayane. The both get surrounded by parts of their lightsabers.
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"Vagabonds" Chapter 9
Ongoing fanfic Hunter x Reader/Fem Reader/OC
(Posted 2/8/24)
ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
To read "Vagabonds" Chapter 8:
https://www.tumblr.com/skellymom/735297232933453824/vagabonds-chapter-8?source=share
Word Count: 900
Background: Flashback sequence.
Warning: Star Wars swears, Earth swears, fear, physical pain, blood, canon-typical violence, mention of human experimentation, and nonbinary/trans clone identity.
(Credit: Cool moving star dividers by @4ngelic-wh1spers )
Recap:
Hunter, still holding his head, could only muster a groan. Omega was holding him and trying to soothe the pain.
“Omega?”
“I’m ok, just worried about Hunter.”
“On my way over. Sil...I’m gonna need help getting up.” Mad unbuckled herself out and swung the pilot’s chair around. She didn’t need to enquire about Love. Mad could feel Love’s relief and numbness to their injuries. After these Force outbursts, Love would be in a silent, glazed over state for an hour or two.
Sil helped Mad stand. Immediately her vision went starry white as she slipped from Sil’s grasp and fell face first onto the floor...
...where she kept falling...
...a long way down...into the darkness...
"In The Beginning"
The Republic Venator blotted out the sun on this distant planet caught in the aftermath of the Separatist skirmish.
The Nomaadi convoy followed the Republic ships for several weeks, hiding just out of sight. One ship at a time would land on the planet's surface in case they were spotted. The rest of the convoy hiding separately. They picked through the rubble, claiming whatever goods they could later sell to make a living. Occasionally a survivor, or several would be found and taken in.
"I’m afraid there isn’t much here my love” Paapi Daal turned to his partner. “No luck this time.”
She, with heavily tattooed skin, stood firm upon the littered soil. Maami Daal inhaled deeply, listening intensely...then turned and scanned the landscape.
“Maybe...maybe not...” She cocked an ear. Some of the rubble shifted...the tiniest bit.
She hurried across the loamy soil, bending down, furiously pulling away droid parts and shrapnel. Her partner followed in kind. They cleared away a crude wooden door built into the soil. A cold cellar.
Paapi dug his fingers under the lip and with a groan lifted the door, pulling it open. The lid fell away.
He was immediately knocked off his feet and onto his back by a small child. She kneeled upon his chest like a dead weight, scratching at his face, growling like a wild beast. Another child, terrified, grabbed the smaller one.
“We’re sorry, sir...we didn’t mean....” This one was HORRIFIED. "She is protective." The larger dark-haired child embraced the smaller silver haired one, managing to pull her free, hugging tightly, smoothing her hair, and whispering singsong as she struggled.
Paapi and Maami Daal watched as the larger child soothed the smaller one. The silver-haired one still bared her teeth at them but settled.
“Is that your sister? Where are your parents, child?” Maami enquired.
The larger child kept a hold on the smaller one, pondering for a few minutes before answering. “Who wants to know?”
The couple glanced at each other quizzically. “We, of the Star People...The Nomaadi.”
No answer. Just a nod to the now disappearing Venator on the horizon.
“You’re from THAT ship?”
The children both nodded. The Daals glanced at each other again.
“Can’t be...” Pappi mused. “Only clone soldiers and Jedi aboard.”
“I AM a clone!” Their gaze snapped back to the larger child. “A DEFECTIVE clone.” Defiant expression. “They wanted me to be a battlefield soldier. They wanted me to ‘act’ like a proper man. I told the Long Necks that IS NOT WHO I AM!!!” Tears appearing.
Maami Daal knelt down in front of the big and the little. “What is your name, child?”
Terror surged back into the larger child's face. Maami could tell their long dark curly locks had been cut short. Crudely and unevenly done by something other than haircutting shears. A vibroknife? Was this done as punishment?
Both children stared deep into Maami’s eyes. They saw pools of deep black accented by tiny flecks of silver. As if looking into the galaxy...no, the universe...seeing endless hope and possibilities. They had nothing to fear from these people. In fact, these people had been searching for them and others like them since the beginning of time.
“Speak your truth, child.”
They would have a new home; the pain and abuse would finally end. Thank The Force.
“CT-...”
Maami slowly shook her head No and whispered, “Your REAL name.”
They see us. More than a number. Not just an experiment.
“SHE. My name is She.”
“And who is THIS clone?” Now peering at the smaller child...still staring into Maami's eyes.
“NOT a clone. A prisoner.”
“What crimes do small children commit that The Republic must take them prisoner???”
“The Kaminoan’s don’t name their experimental subjects. Whether they came with one or not.”
The Daal’s flinched at this answer.
"Well...that is over and done." Maami Daal smiled to the children. She gently booped the little one's nose. "Gift of The Force you two are, our family you shall be."
The little smiled back, sticking out her tongue and cooed.
Paapi Daal chuckled as he used his scarf to blot the blood from the scratch on his face. “You’re a feral little oddling, yes?"
She threw her head back and howled in reply.
“This one shall be named ‘Mad’.”
The Venator ascended out of the planet’s atmosphere. It’s Jedi General meditated in deep concentration; eyes closed. His squad of clone troopers milled around expectantly. When he opened his eyes and all hands snapped at attention.
“They have been found!”
A collective whoop went up from the men on board.
“Let me REMIND ALL OF YOU that WE should NEVER smuggle out ANY MORE children from the Kaminoan Facility! We will ALL be sacked and sorry!!!” With his best cheesy smile and a wink. “I’ll trust NONE OF YOU will share a shred of this to anyone outside of this transport???” He didn’t believe it for a minute.
The Clone Commander facepalmed “We are SO fucked!”
“Do you NOT trust your Jedi General? I may have many crockpot schemes, but it’s smoothed over with the influence of The Force.” Side-eyed the Commander and waved his hand. “I won’t worry about this mission. We were successful.”
The Commander repeated “I won’t worry about this mission. We were successful.”
A trooper nearby snickered “You know when that finally wears off, he’s gonna be PISSED you did it AGAIN?”
“He’ll forgive me. He can’t help it!” The Jedi playfully elbowed his Commander.
His Commander managed an expression of concern and confusion.
As the jovial banter continued, a group of clones stood around the window, watching the planet recede from view.
“You think She and Little One have a chance?”
“Much better than staying on Kamino. The Nomaadi will take good care of ‘em.”
“Wish I could’a stayed behind. Kriffin' tired of this rat race.”
“Miss them already...”
“Shhh...we can’t. At least not right NOW.”
“Maybe sometime...in the future...”
“Yeah, younger ones go first.”
“Gotta be REAL careful if we smuggle any more out.”
A hush fell among the group as the ship and planet was swallowed up by the cold darkness of space...
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Hello there, my name is Deeja and I have very little shame for a 28 year old woman. If @secondaryrealm follows you, sends you asks, or replies to your posts, that's me.
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Captain Rex x Reader
The Mistake You Can't Live Without (jedi!Reader)
Desperate Distractions (fem!reader smut, drabble)
Take a Ride (fem!reader smut)
Ruin (fem!reader, smut)
Spicy prompt: "I don't think you're supposed to use the Force like that" (jedi!reader, spice, drabble)
Western AU Headcanons
The Captain and the Shadow (jedi!reader, series) Prologue /// [Part One coming soon]
Echo x Reader
Dreamy Desires (incubus!Echo x fem!reader, smut)
The Hidden Room (halloween prompt)
Somebody Else (fem!reader, angst, drabble)
Western AU Headcanons
The Beauty In All (Matchmaking AU) Part One // Part Two //
Echo and Comms (comm officer!reader, series) Part One /// Part Two /// Part Three /// [Part Four coming soon]
Fives x Reader
An Awkward Kind of Charm (matchmaking AU)
How to Summon a Demon Boyfriend (demon!Fives halloween prompt)
Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)
My Ding-ding-dong (humor)
Touch (fluff, drabble)
Tup x Reader
Hold On Tight (fem!reader, smut)
Wild, beautiful things (fluff, drabble)
Languid Reunion (fem!reader, smut)
Tup NSFW Alphabet Headcanons
Kix x Reader
Forbidden Masks (fem!reader, halloween prompt)
Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)
Spicy prompt: "I don't need to take it off to fuck you" (fem!reader, smut, drabble)
Jesse x Reader
Five-Oh-Thirst, Part One (fem!reader, spice, 501st x reader)
Funeral Grey (fem!reader, spice, drabble)
Commander Fox x Reader
Among the Hedge Maze (halloween promt, fluff)
The Handmaiden's Fox (fem handmaiden!reader, series) Prologue /// Part One /// Part Two /// [part three coming soon]
Commander Thorn x Reader
Safeguard (drabble)
Safehaven (oneshot, companion to Safeguard)
Hunter x Reader
Songs in the Kitchen (fluff)
Hunter x (fem) Reader x Hound (predator/prey vibes, drabble)
Western AU Headcanons
Wrecker x Reader
A Tooka for a Puppy (fluff, drabble)
Western AU Headcanons
Tech x Reader
The Right Parts (western AU)
Western AU Headcanons
Crosshair x Reader
The Garden (fluff, drabble)
Crush (angst, drabble)
Western AU Headcanons
Grey x Reader
Feverish Flirtations (fluff)
OCs and Unnamed Clones
Period Pains (unnamed clone, comfort, drabble)
OC Mana: Introduction post
OC Tiio: Intro post, personality ask,
OC Jacen: Intro post,
OC Jedi Knight Mayreen: Intro post,
OC Commander Zedge: Intro post,
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OC Bravo: Intro post,
OC Fixit: Intro post,
OC Dott: Intro post,
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>Luke Finding out you’re still alive and well, years later after he left Tatooine<
Star Wars: Luke Skywalker x fem Reader
Warnings: Angst, mild arguments, tragic past, reader has a sister who this is kind of centered around, but don’t worry, it isn’t an OC 💀 she can be whoever you want lol
(Not my gif)
A/n: this is a bit OoC, and maybe a little self indulgent. Reader has a sister who I don’t give a name because idk 💀 same with the parents. When I write for reader I don’t like using Y/n because I feel like Y/n in my mind after years of reading fanfics is their own individual character which is weird because technically they aren’t…
👁️👄👁️ at all… but yeah… anyways, if you like it, thanks!
He didn’t know what to think as you both stared at one another, in shock and mild dismay… mostly on your part.
It had been… well, for the better part of a few years since you had last seen one another.
He had left Tatooine before the news had reached you that the empire had raided his home and slaughtered both his uncle and aunt.
You remembered how you had rushed to his home immediately, asking anyone you knew Luke typically communicated with where he had gone and if he was hurt…
Your first regret… because what followed after multiple lonely nights of crying, and regretting the argument you had both gotten in which so happened to be the last time you saw him, you received news over the radio transmitter that none other than Luke Skywalker, had been awarded a medal for blowing up the Empire’s Death Star.
Of course, you had been thrilled then… relief had flooded your senses immediately once it became obvious that he hadn’t died with his uncle and aunt, despite the report only stating it was just the two of them who’s bodies had been found outside of the home… no one else’s.
Of course that didn’t mean you hadn’t mourned for the their losses just as you had for Luke before finding out he was alright… safe, and alive…
You blinked, turning your head as you adverted your gaze from him… you felt more than exposed right now. One he was standing in your home, your new home at that, which was the last place you’d ever want to see him again in… You hadn’t wanted to see him again, to be honest but it seemed your sister who stood starring at you with a wary, yet confident look in her eye, had other ideas.
You had already had a conversation about this… that you would not interfere in any decision that you two’s “parents” had made for her.
You were an adult now, and lived fairly close to them. Therefore you no longer had to abide by their rules… but because she was still young, and by law under their wing, you really didn’t have any say in the matter she kept trying to drag you in.
Which is why, even though your gaze wasn’t harsh as you stared back at her, you couldn’t help but to feel annoyed by her utter disregard for bringing not only a Jedi into your home when she knew your opinions on them, but one you had intimately known prior to you both coming to Naboo after the events that had taken place during your relationship with him… of course then, she had only been a baby.
Unaware of you two’s relationship, nor the fact she had met him before, shortly after she was born… so you couldn’t truly bring yourself to be angered by her look of both refusal to allow you to sit on the sidelines, as well as confusion for your obvious annoyance towards none other than Luke Skywalker, the hero and Jedi Knight who helped end the reign of the Empire. The same empire who killed your actual parents…
However… you could be mad that she brought someone, who she assumed would be a stranger to you, no matter the weight of his name… into your home.
You watched as she frowned, her eyes glancing to Luke’s for a moment before coming back to look at you, now shrinking inward a bit under your obvious stony gaze on her. She knew you hated having visitors…
She cleared her throat, seemingly get ready to address the situation but before she could even get a word out, his voice came through in a steady tone. “It’s alright… can I speak with your sister for a moment while you wait outside with the others?”
While his tone didn’t seem to be deterred by your blatant rudeness, that didn’t stop you from turning to shoot him a warning look. You already didn’t want to see him at all, a fact you were sure he was well aware of.
“No. I’m not her guardian by law, I’m her sister. She can choose to do whatever she pleases, but because she isn’t my responsibility I can’t sign for that.”
You turned away, moving towards your kitchen area as your sister began to follow you, letting out an exasperated sigh as you walked towards the tea kettle which had began to whistle… your heart racing but not with unease or happiness. It was anger…
Anger you had thought you had buried after years of both therapy and trying to shove all your old feelings inside so that you could focus on moving on with your life, and leaving that painful chapter behind, had just been re-ignited.
“But… please, don’t be like this! I know your worried I’m going to get hurt and all, but I’ll be fine! This is Luke-” your sister tried to reason with you, but you interrupted her, a slight venom dripping from your tone at his name was suddenly used aloud.
You heard it all the time wether you wanted to or not… you had thought you would be able to not have the walls of your home, your new home you had worked hard to get, tainted with the sound of it.
“I know who is.” You bit out, turning to glance at your sister who’s eyes only narrowed at the sudden bite in your tone. Luke winced internally, his jaw clenching slightly as his gaze fell to the ground for a moment… it wasn’t that he felt uncomfortable by your reaction, but more so the fact that he knew why you were having this reaction… after all, he was the reason.
“But at the end of the day, I can’t give permission when you aren’t my legal responsibility.” You stated, turning your attention back in front of you, as opened one of your cabinets to pull out a mug. Your sister was only a baby when things had transpired between you and Luke, and as for the parents, they were in actuality, your grandparents.
You simply referred to them as your parents due to the fact the kids you had finished primary school with, had been wicked enough to try and poke fun at the fact that you and your sister were basically orphans… and you didn’t want your sister who was far more sensitive to you, to have to fall victim to that as well when she started.
So you told her to refer to them as that when speaking outside of their home you had grown up in… it was sad that you had to even consider that, but children sadly could be cruel.
Your parents died when the empire invaded Tatooine looking for those who were alive, and had possibly known Luke in person… the same Luke who stood in front of you now. Only he was no longer the slightly light blonde he had been all those years ago, and his demeanor… it was still the same, but he didn’t have the familiar air of need in it.
Any other time, if you were being as stubborn as you were now, even prior to you two’s friendship becoming something more, he’d be hounding you down, questioning why you were being this way, and not hearing anyone out. It seemed he had become more patient… no doubt the Jedi training.
You had fled with her… your sister, in your hands the moment your father got word that they were approaching… you didn’t even get to hug your mother who had been screaming at you to run as the travel crafts approached…
“I know that!” Your thoughts were broken by your sister and you turned to look at her, your gaze turning bitter at your sudden recollection of the now painful memories.
“But mom and dad aren’t going to let me go because they don’t think I should. They think I should stay here with you guys, and considering you had to basically beg them to let you go to university, I think they’d be more inclined to listening to you about this! Please, I want you to help us convince them.” She stated, walking beside you in an attempt to face you, but you kept your eyes on the cup in front of you.
The thing is, you didn’t convince them… after multiple arguments and them repeatedly saying no, you left to attend much to their annoyance. But they weren’t angry enough to not allow you to communicate with your sister, and come visit on vacations.
“Please, I’m not doing this. If you want to go, then go. Besides, don’t the Jedi take force sensitive children anyway?” There was a sudden shift in energy in the room.
It wasn’t a heavy one in the sense you suddenly felt like you were in danger, but it was one that made you feel like what you had said had been wrong which you couldn’t pinpoint why considering, it was a known fact.
“No. That was the old way, we don’t work like that anymore. I dont work like that.” Luke’s voice cut in, a frown on his face as he took a step forward towards the kitchens entryway. “The new Jedi order I’m creating isn’t one that takes or separates children from their homes, and families. I only take in those under my wing, and mentorship if they reach out through the force first, which is what your sister did.”
You didn’t know why, but his sudden defensive response was almost nostalgic. He wasn’t a confrontational person, however, he was someone who always tried to call out things he didn’t agree with no matter if it would escalate.
You simply chuckled, nodding a bit before your lips pursed as stared at him. Surprisingly, the twitch in his brow that usually followed when he felt like he wasn’t being taken seriously never came... “Well then, if that’s the case she wants to go. So take her.”
“No!” Your sisters voice cried out in alarm as she rushed in front of you. For a moment, your cocky steel faced facade slipped from your face as you took in her sudden watery gaze.
“Please, help me… I don’t want them to hate me! They didn’t talk about you for months after you left, even after they let you go and I didn’t hear from you for long after. I thought I’d never see you again, and I don’t want them or you to hate me…”
Her voice quivered as she looked up at you, and immediately, your instincts took over as you moved to place your hands on her shoulders in an attempt to calm her sudden shaking.
While you we’re confident she knew you meant it out of wanting her to do what she pleased, you couldn’t help but to feel a little upset with yourself, having upset her… and it had came from a place of wanting to elicit some emotion from him nonetheless.
You wanted him to react in anger so that you could bring up the fact your parents died trying to protect you and your sister… they died lying about not having a clue who Luke was despite the fact you had brought him to your home as much as you could when he had been free from chores, due to both your parents liking and accepting him enough to let you go out with him… you felt like through your actions of being with him, and loving him, you had damned your family… and you hadn’t even received an apology, or any sort of sympathy from him. Not for killing your parents of course… you knew he had no part in that, but it was the fact that the empire had been on the haunt for him since his feat having to do with the death star, and you were positive your parents hadn’t been the only one to die in the hands of the empire for merely knowing Luke at one point before he left…
And even now, as he adverted his gaze, you knew he knew…
“Hey now… stop that. I would never hate you for wanting to choose what you want to do in your life. I love you, and you know that.” You said, your tone softened naturally due to her frantic emotional response. You tilted her chin to look at you gently, not wanting her to recoil from you in anger and hoping she understood your words as you kneeled down to her level.
“Listen, if you feel me coming with you to tell mom and dad your leaving to become a Jedi is the right decision… I’ll do it.” Her eyes widened slightly before returning to that familiar frown you had grown accustomed to seeing… she was just as miserable living with your grandparents here on Naboo as you had been when you had lived under their roof.
And even though you were basically offering to help her despite not wanting to… you knew she didn’t want you to just do so because it’s what she wanted. She wanted you to genuinely think it a good idea, letting her go this. To support her as she always did you.
And again, even if you didn’t want to, because that meant you’d have to stand in front both her, and him as a shield to protect them from your grandparents possible wrath having to both see him, as well as give up another grandchild to let them lead their lives… you’d do anything for her.
“But…” your shoulders squared as you mentally formulated as best as you could, how to tell her you truly thought it’d be a bad idea trying to bring Luke with her, without specifically telling her she shouldn’t...
“I can tell you now, mom and dad aren’t going to say yes. Because despite telling you they gave me their blessing, they didn’t say yes to me. I left. Because I knew if I didn’t, I would be stuck living the same life you’re trying to escape now.” You frowned, hating to admit you did leave her even though it was in hopes of coming back with a career so that you could hopefully move her in with you… and while you did have it now, it seemed it was too late… she had already found a path she wanted to walk down.
She shook her head gently, her eyes still on you. “You really think they could forgive me for doing this? That I’ll be able to visit one day once my training is over, and they’ll be alright with the fact I just up and left?”
“Yes.” You steeled your voice, wanting to know you were being serious.
“I do. I’m not going to lie to you and tell you it’ll be immediate. Which is why I hope that this path you me choosing will pay off… because if it doesn’t, and you return without anything, they won’t let you live it down.” You were starting to hate how much you were recalling bitter memories now… when you had first visited them a few months after leaving for vacations, they repeatedly kept pointing out the fact you had no career, or solid work experience. As if a few months would’ve been enough to establish that…
“At least if you get the Jedi title you want so badly, they’ll be forced to keep quiet and admit they were wrong. But this has to be something you’re confident about.”
Luke nodded, agreeing with you as your sister turned to look at him. “Your sisters right. It’s important you’re confident that this is what you want… while I won’t ever deny you passage to leave if you ever would like to return home and stop your Jedi training, it’s best your sure you won’t have doubts in the future.”
You couldn’t help but to nod in agreement, even if felt uneasy with his words. If his new order truly was one that was different from the old, that meant his promise of allowing her to return safe and sound, was true… she knew Luke wouldn’t kill her if she decided to abandon his order, but the Jedi of the old would’ve thought otherwise… there weren’t many known Jedi who had been able to leave peacefully and tell the tale.
And if they were, they were most likely still in hiding despite the original order now lying doormat.
Your right hand moved to rest on the left side of her face, thumbing away the tears that were escaping before your other hand followed pursuit on her right… she wasn’t that old, yet she still had the same baby face you knew Luke recognized. And yet it seemed he wasn’t willing to tell her they had met before, just as much as you weren’t ready...
Timidly, she nodded. Her eyes moved to look down at the necklace hanging around your neck, a copy of the one that hung around her own.
While it was still evident that she was a worried, she physically calmed a bit at your touch. Something you felt happy about considering despite you two’s grandparents taking you under their wing, they very much like your parents, were traditional people. And emotional responses like hers were usually met with threats to either give them more to cry about, or to fix their faces and suck it up.
Another reason she had left her grandparents home, and sometimes felt a bit bitter about her parents despite missing them badly…
Ignoring the presence that stood across from them, watching the scene unfold, you looked down at your lap, your mind seemingly growing more tired by this interaction… “Listen. Go with Luke if your sure this is what you want to do… I’ll talk to mom and dad. They’re not going to listen, but I can assure you they won’t hate you.”
With a heavy sigh, your eyes met hers again, and you couldn’t help but to smile sadly at her. Part of you wanted to tell her no…
To stay with you, due to the fact that you were the only immediate family she had. Not to mention, she was so… young, innocent, and sometimes gullible.
And her overwhelming kindness was definitely an aspect she had adopted from you guy’s mother, whilst you seemed to have inherited your pessimistic and hardened personality from your father.
“Are you sure?” She frowned more, her eyes searching yours and even though you didn’t carry the force like she did, you could sense the sudden anxiousness rising from her. “I’m positive. They’ll riot the moment they see you walk in with him, and you know how they are… leave it to me.”
It was weird… when you had been apart, you had never been one to suddenly develop immediate anxiety, even when what happened between you and Luke, who still stood with his own expression of worry on his face, had transpired… of course you had been naturally worried for the only man you at the time, foolishly declared you loved… but you didn’t count that. He wasn’t family. Not anymore.
Yet, when you had been at your university, you’d sometimes get these sudden anxious feelings that would cause you to squirm in your skin… sometimes in the literal since that you’d shudder, or your breathing would become a bit ragged.
Almost immediately your thoughts would rush to your sister, and you wasted no time leaving either mid-lecture, or hangout with friends, to race back to your dormitory and call her… and sure enough, she’d either be just as anxious or upset about something.
Maybe it had to do with her seeking you out through the force when she developed these feelings. Maybe it was simply because you were sisters… either ways, it was like you could sense her emotions no matter where you were, or how close you two were to one another. And the aspect of her ever feeling nervous or upset while you most likely wouldn’t be able to go directly to her was a thought that filled you with dread… but you didn’t want to be another version of your grandparents.
And you did have confidence she’d become an amazing Jedi. After all, she was more experienced with the force than you
“What if they don’t… what if they don’t forgive me?” Her voice was a bit more steady, but still held that hint of anxiety she typically carried with her. You smiled sadly, before smirking and shaking your head. “Then you have me. And that’s all that matters, right?”
Her face slowly shifted from that sad worrisome gaze, to a small smile as she nodded steadily her eyes still glued to yours. “Yeah…”
You smiled leaning in to kiss her forehead before standing, straightening your posture as your face steeled itself to face Luke who had watched the display, a small smile of his own having overcame him even though your face had shifted to one of indifference as you looked at him. “I can tell you right now, you walk into our parents home and try to convince them, you might not walk out…Therefore, I’ll allow you train her.”
He stood still for a moment, his gaze on yours. That familiar softness emitting from them that years ago, you would’ve blushed at and wanted to push yourself into his embrace like the silly little teen girl you had been…
But your eyes… you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him with that same softness, and familiarity that would’ve been easy to stomach his sudden re-appearance back in your life… you had hated him for so long after you had left Tatooine… you hated him for never sending you a letter or messaging you to tell you he was alright… You hated him for never reaching out when your parents had been slaughtered by the empire, it didn’t matter that he had help put an end to... You hated yourself for giving yourself to him fully before he had left Tatooine, wanting and assuming that you’d be together through thick and thin afterwards, and most importantly, even if he had been in the right during you two’s argument… an argument that had started on your accord due to you thinking you were so in love with him, that maybe he’d consider marrying you and having a family instead, when you knew he wasn’t in a rush to do that and he wanted to do things before settling down… you had hated him for it…
He looked down, his hands behind his back as he began to approach the two of you. He reached out, resting a gentle hand on your sisters shoulder, and smiling at her as she did him at the sudden contact… you don’t know why, but your stomach twisted at her expression.
Maybe it was because she didn’t know it was because of him knowing their family so intimately, it was the reason that had gotten their parents killed… maybe it was because it was like looking into a mirror, and immediately making out the obvious blind trust and admiration that her sister held in her eyes for the man, that was now a galaxy renowned hero, and being reminded that she had once gazed up at him with the same adoration, trust, and love for him, at one point in their lives... Regardless, it made her suddenly want to yank her sister back, but she calmed herself, her harsh gaze turning to look back at him.
His smile fell into a steady expression as he regarded her. No doubt sensing her emotions for him now through the force. “I swear on my life, I’ll protect her and guide her in the path of light. I won’t ever put her, nor any of the children under my wing in immediate harms way. I can promise you that.”
“You better.” You replied. The sudden bite in her tone returning. “I’ll kill you if so much of a hair is harmed on her.” The sudden harshness in your tone didn’t go unnoticed by your sister, as her sudden frantic voice broke through, calling your name.
Your threat didn’t deter him however. He only nodded, a smile appearing on his face once more as he gazed at you again with that familiar smile you felt yourself beginning to hate even though, the tiniest part of you missed it…
“I promise. No harm will come her way.” You nodded, letting out a small sigh as you turned to look back at your sister. Your eyes naturally softening as you gazed down at her slight horrified gaze on you due to your hostility which was unknown to her… you had always attempted to shield her away whenever you were beginning to grow upset, not wanting to display that image of you to her no matter what the situation was.
But with him suddenly coming back… it’s like you couldn’t possess yourself to have an ounce of self control over your emotions.
“If anything happens, call me. I’ll be there in light speed before you can blink. And if anything happens, regarding him, give him hell.” You watched as she groaned, turning to look at Luke, muttering a small apology for your behavior but he only smiled telling her it was alright…
You two had hugged each other once more… you possibly doing so a little more tightly than anticipated but she didn’t comment on it.
When you had separated, you smiled kissing her forehead once more, before you two spoke your goodbyes and promises of meeting once again, before she joined Luke at the door.
“I love you, and I’ll call you everyday after training.” She promised, before exiting from the door after you had nodded.
Luke followed behind her, and while you weren’t happy to see her leave, you felt a small sense of relief watching him follow after her. Not just for the fact he was leaving your house, but… you trusted him oddly enough to hold his promise…
He stopped just before exiting fully, turning to spare you a glance, a sad expression appearing on his face as you two stared at one another for a moment in silence…
“… I can’t change the past. But… I’m sorry. I’m so sorry… I hope you can believe me.” He didn’t wait for your reply, a part of him not wanting to wait and see your reaction as he quickly exited your home, closing the door behind him.
You had been doing so well… so well, before he came back.
With the door closing behind him, your face finally fell, and you walked over to your couch, sitting down quickly before your legs could give out as you began to sob.
#star wars#star wars x reader#luke skywalker x reader#luke skywalker x you#luke skywalker#angst#gabbasdumbthoughts#this took longer than it should have
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