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subbing-for-clones · 1 month

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The Defective Jedi

Chapter 1

Word count: 2.2k

Trigger Warnings: None really, just some fighting

Every day you tried to forget and yet almost every night you remembered. Wandering through the crystal caves of Ilum was horribly cold and felt so lonely. You were never particularly strong with the force but you always felt it. That connection between all things living and the energy it permeated, but when you entered the cave you felt, nothing. Why did you feel nothing?

You heard the other younglings yipping in happiness and laughing in triumph as one by one they found their kyber crystals and still, nothing called for you. Time was running out before the entrance became a wall of ice with no escape and even as a child you accepted defeat before you accepted death. You were the last to leave and the only one who was left empty handed. You would remember the disappointed look of Master Yoda forever, his eyes turned to the snow beneath his feet with a pained look before he looked back up at you.

It wasn’t long after that you were sent back home to Lothal. You had taken your parents pride and sullied it with failure and you don’t think they ever forgave you for it. It was true, you had failed before you even really got started. Your connection to the force just wasn’t strong enough to be a Jedi.

Still, you refused to let the connection go. You spent your formative years practicing the techniques you were able to learn in your short time studying under the jedi. Hours meditating every rotation searching for that warmth. You did find it; you could still feel it and so you taught yourself as much as you could.

Once you were able to venture out on your own you left Lothal and your parents’ resentment behind. Never really setting up a home; you joined a bounty hunter’s guild instead and used your abilities to become a fairly prolific hunter. It was during these years that all hell broke lose as war erupted all over the galaxy.

Only one year in and it wasn’t looking good. Hundreds of Jedi had fallen to the separatist forces and they needed help. This was when a desperate plea rang across the galaxy for the aid of anyone with force sensitive capabilities to come and join the fight for the republic. Whether it was out of the desire to help or need to prove yourself to the ones who threw you out you weren’t sure; still you answered their call.

You were tested and trained in a group of others with similar stories to your own under several rotating Jedi. At the end of your training, you were assigned to be exactly what you already were; a fighter. You were assigned to various squads as aid and back up; using your intuition, strategy skills and your fighting expertise on the battle field with the clones. You’d never hold a rank above a grunt but you didn’t care. Every victory was a curse on the Jedi for giving you up.

After months of rotating between battalions you were about to receive your permanent assignment. Clone Force 99, a rag tag team of four, apparently defective, clones. The irony didn’t escape you.

“Why are we getting a Jedi?” Hunter asked the hologram of Cody. The others standing back but still in view of the commander.

“She’s not a Jedi, she’s one of the force sensitives the Jedi asked to join the cause. She doesn’t hold rank over you, you’re still in charge.”

“I don’t like it.” Sneered Crosshair.

“Well, you don’t have much of a choice. The higher ups want these people sprinkled out through all the squads in case of a Sith attack. The Jedi worry about them rising up with the appearance of a few and quite frankly, no clone stands a chance agianst them. They can wipe out battalions.”

“When is she joining and for how long?” The Sergent was growing impatient and didn’t like the idea of a new member being added to their group.

“She’s waiting on Kamino for you now so you’ll meet her upon arrival, she’ll be with you until the war is over or until she runs as fast as she can away from you.” The commander had a small smirk on his face that Hunter mirrored. The idea of sending a Jedi, or whatever, running amused him.

Once they touched down on Kamino three out of the four were sightly on edge with the exception or Wrecker who seemed rather excited. He was generally the most welcoming. The worry melted away as soon as they laid eyes on you. You really didn’t look like a Jedi at all. You looked like an operative. Instead of a robe you wore black armor and in the place of a lightsaber at your hip, you had a blaster and a large curved vibro-blade.

Crosshair couldn’t help but eye you up and down the armor looked good on you. You took each of them in once you took your helmet off and introduced yourself to your new companions, a dance you’ve done before. Wrecker was kind enough to grab the two crates of your belongings and load them onto the ship. There wasn’t much time for pleasantries before you received your first mission. You were to extract data from an outpost on Teth and upload it straight to Cody. Information about prisoners of war and where they were being held was your main objective. Anything else was an added bonus. You all loaded onto the ship after eating a hearty meal in the cafeteria.

In the back of the ship next to the bunks you unpacked a few things from your crates.

“Whatchya got there?” Wrecker asked excitedly.

“Ill eat a loth cat before I sleep in GAR issued blankets.” He laughed heartily at your response and left you to continue. You didn’t have any photos to hang or many personal items at all for that matter but that’s how you’ve lived for the last few years anyway.

Once you were finished you made your way to the common area where the clones were discussing strategy. Quietly you took the empty seat between Tech and Crosshair. The outpost was situated in the middle of the jungle. Intel reported minimal guards as it wasn’t a main base but still enough that you all decided stealth was your best option.

Once the plan had been formulated they all looked at you expectedly.

“What is it?” you asked.

“So why didn’t you become a Jedi?” Tech asked outright, Hunter elbowed him but didn’t faze the goggled soldier.

“I tried but, well they decided I wasn’t strong enough. I’m closer to the force than most people but not close enough to be a Jedi.”

“You’re defective like us!” Wrecker shouted with glee, earning an elbow from Hunter as well. You actually laughed a bit.

“Yeah, you could say that. I’ve used my abilities as a bounty hunter since I left Lothal until I joined the GAR.”

Crosshair watched you out of the corner of his eye. You really weren’t what they thought you would be at all. You weren’t a religious zealot you were just someone trying to find their way in the galaxy like the rest of them. He admired that, the honesty too. You weren’t trying to be something you’re not.

That night in hyperspace you tossed and turned in your new bunk. Nightmares from close calls on a hunt filled your mind. You were often reminded of the times you came close to getting killed before a mission. Eventually you gave up and made your way toward the cockpit. You enjoyed meditating under the blue streaking lights. You were surprised to see that someone had beat you to it. The lithe handsome sniper sat in the pilot’s chair cleaning his fire puncher and mouthing a tooth pick.

He looked up at you slightly taken aback by your appearance. Quickly he composed himself and half waved his arm at the other seat as a silent invitation.

“Sorry for intruding, I just couldn’t sleep.”

“You’re not.”

You were starting to like the way words seemed to slither off his tongue. You nodded a thanks to him and turned to watch the stars soaring by at light speed. Both you sat in silence for a few minutes before he opened and shut his mouth, wanting to ask you something but Cross wasn’t sure if it was out of turn.

He mentally shrugged and asked, “So why did you join the GAR?”

“Is one part brave three parts fool a believable answer?”

“I doubt you’re a fool.”

“Well, we’ll see if you keep that opinion,” you chuckled and earned an upturn of the corner of his mouth.

“Honestly? I found it ironic that the Jedi needed our help now. I don’t hold too much resentment agianst them but I do want to prove myself as valuable. Besides, things make sense out here.”

“How so?” He turned in his chair to face you and put his rifle down for a moment. You glanced at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“There’s no confusion right now. We fight agianst Separatists and clankers. I’m sure there are good people on those planets but this is the side I chose to fight for so that’s what I’m going to do.”

Crosshair digested your words and offered “We didn’t get a choice.”

“If you did, what would you be doing?”

“That’s a difficult question to answer, I’ve never let myself be hypothetical like that before because there isn’t a choice. I.. We’re property of the GAR just like my rifle and this ship. Don’t tell Tech that though, it’s his ship in his mind.”

You giggled a bit at that and nodded your head in understanding.

“I spent so much time hunting and fighting bounties that this just seemed like a natural course of action. I can’t see myself doing anything else instead now.”

Crosshair picked up his fire puncher again and resumed cleaning it. You watched him for a while before turning back to the lights and closing your eyes. You reached out through the force trying to feel the Purgill you swore you heard. What you didn’t sense was Crosshair watching you intently.

You were going over the mission plan one last time while Tech was putting down the ship a few clicks away from the objective point. The jungle terrain was difficult to get through but not too much of a problem. The closer you got the more the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end. Cross left your group close to the outpost to climb one of the giant trees for a better vantage point.

“I’ve got a bad feeling about this,” you whispered to the Sergent.

He nodded in response, seemingly sensing something as well. The post was supposed to be guarded by droids with a few officers scattered throughout but something was off. No perimeter defense and no guards posted outside. Your group made their way around to a side door shown on the schematics and while Tech was overriding security, you Hunter and Wrecker kept watch. You could Feel Crosshair’s eyes on you and it gave you an overwhelming sense of security knowing he was watching over you.

Three droids were posted on the inside of the door and as soon as you were in Wrecker crushed one agianst the wall, Hunter stabbed one in the chest and you took the last one’s head off with your long viroblade. Quickly you dashed in and made your way through the base looking for a data port. Tech found one on a lower level and plugged in, searching the database until he found what he needed.

“It seems there are around fifty clones being held captive for questioning on a moon in the outer rim. There are also schematics for the spider droids here…” Tech prattled on interesting things he was downloading until Hunter shushed him and signaled for him to hurry up. That’s when the alarm sounded.

“We gotta go, now.” You stated with certainty. Trusting your instinct the boys packed up and started running back up to the way out. Once the door was insight, a wall of droids emerged and started firing at you. You fell back around a corner and started shooting them with your blaster looking for a weak point in the wall.

“Wrecker throw a smoke grenade,” Hunter barked.

“On it!” Wrecker tossed two creating a large fog that allowed you to step out, you reached out your hand and with a little struggle, used the force to loosen a wall panel until it flew into the side of the droid squad, pinning them to the opposite wall.

“HA HA NICE!” Wrecker shouted.

The four of you ran like hell out of the outpost to find several fallen droids, courtesy of the reliable sniper.

Once the five of you were back on the ship and Tech was taking off Wrecker was excitedly telling Crosshair how you threw a wall at a bunch of droids, taking out ten in one go. There seemed to be an impressed glint in his eye.

“That was good work back there,” Hunter told you sincerely. You smiled and thanked him, watching as the data was sent through encryption straight to Cody to do with as he saw fit.

Your first mission with the squad, a success you exchanged a smile with the sniper and sat in your victory.

#crosshair x reader #the bad batch x reader #the bad batch #crosshair #no y/n

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jswahaarts · 1 year

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The Gathering 1/4: “Cold”

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Summary: A group of Jedi Younglings begin their journey to find their Kyber Crystals.

Word Count: 1749

Authors Note: Just a lil silly story with my ocs lol!! (also including my friends ocs :] )

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-28 BBY, Ilum -

“[I’m cold…]” Yaupé grumbled quietly. Well. As quiet as a wookiee could be. Which wasn’t very quiet at all. He was loud, in fact. Very loud.

“YOU’RE cold??” Cara whispered harshly, turning to her best friend, “You? The wookiee?”

“[Wookiees can get cold!]”

“Can not! You guys have all that fur!”

“[Uh! can too! Even with all this fur!]”

The two glared at one another. Of course, Cara knew wookiees were capable of getting cold. Heck, Yaupé was right here, buuuut… she couldn’t help messing with him. It was too much fun.

“Can not!”

“[Can too!!]”

“Can not!”

“[Can t—!!!]”

“Yaupé! Cara!” Master Yoda’s voiced called onto the two youngling. The two slowly turned their heads towards the Jedi Grand Master as their eyes opened wide. “Have something to say the two of you do? Hm?” He asked. It was easy to tell from the short green aliens tone that he was definitely annoyed at the two, which suprisingly wasn’t a rare occurance for them. By this point, everyone in the room had their eyes on them awaiting their response.

Kriff. This wasn’t good. They didn’t just interrupt a speech. They interrupted a MASTER YODA speech; meaning they could either be in for a long and boring lecture after this, OR he was totally gonna quiz them right now if they tried lying by saying they were paying attention—which they were’nt, so that could go equally as bad and earn them a lecture regardless.

The two younglings shot quick worried glances at one another before their eyes landed back on Master Yoda. Fearing the lecture, Cara quickly bowed apologetically, being as ‘Jedi-like’ as possible, “Apologies, Master Yoda, It won’t happen again!!”

Yaupé looked at the human girl, before following her lead, doing the same.

“[Yeah! Sorry, Master, we promise it won’t happen again!!!]”

“Hmm…” Master Yoda grumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could hear the other younglings snickering at the human and the wookiee. At least they apologized though. That was something. “Saying, I was…” The old master sighed, starting again, “To protect others, how does a Jedi? Hmm?”. He looked around, making sure that all the younglings were really paying attention, before pulling out his lightsaber, igniting it, its green light bouncing off his olive green skin and reflecting off the ice and snow.

“The lightsaber.” He answered. “Build your own lightsabers in time, you will, but first, harvest your own crystal you must.”

The group of younglings all murmered to one another in excitement, expressing their clear enthusiasm with “No way!!”’s and “Heck yeah!”’s, along with two younglings who whispered; ‘Called it!’ and ‘No you didn’t, nerf-for brains!’. Master Yoda couldn’t help but smirk. If they were’nt listening before, they sure were now.

“The heart of a lightsaber, the Kyber Crystal is.” Master Yoda continued. “Focuses the Force from the Jedi it does…” He said, before raising his hands hand towards the sky. Master Yoda closed his eyes gently, focusing as he used the Force to open a window within the temple. When opened, a beam of light was shot from the outside into a crystalized contraption, hanging overhead, that reflected that beam into the tall icey doorway in front of the group, melting it all in seconds, and exposing the entrance to the caves where the younglings are to go for their crystals.

“If Jedi you are to become, enter the crystal cave you must.” Master Yoda started again, looking at each of the younglings. “Trust yourselves. Trust eachother, and succeed you will.”

As the water from the melted door cleared, the younglings stood by the entrance to the ice caves, listening to the instructions of Padawan Leonie as she explained the do’s and don’t’s for the ice caves. Everyone seemed to be paying much more attention to her than they did to Master Yoda during the beggining part of his speech.

“—Oh! And one last thing;” She said. “Once you find your crystals, DO NOT remain inside the caves. As soon as daylight ends, the door will freeze over once again and you WILL be trapped inside…”

As soon as she said that, everyone looked at one another, making sure they all heard the same thing. “Uhh… I have a question?” Tomar announced, raising a hand, instantly catching the padawans attention. “How long would we be trapped for?”

“One rotation.”

It took a moment for the group to process what Leonie had just said, before-

“One rotation???” Everyone called out in unison. One rotation? here?? Their hearts sank just at the thought of it… staying in some old and creepy ice temple on some snow planet for the night???

“Yes. One rotation.” Leonie confirmed. “Now… that’s everything! Wishing you all the best of luck!!” She concluded with a cheery smile and a supportive thumbs up towards the group.

“Huh? wait, but-??” Khad’ started speaking.

“No ‘but’s’! Now go! Hurry before the door starts reforming!” She rushed, her hands doing a ‘shooing’ motion towards them. The group all shot frantic glances at one another before they rushed into the ice caves, finally starting their journey to get their Kyber Crystals.

Inside the Ilum temples ice caves, all that could be heard were the footsteps of the Jedi younglings as they moved along, their boots crunching at the snow beneath them, as well as the sound of crackling ice every so often. It was cold. Dark, and almost creepy with all the old frozen-over architecture among the cave walls. It was also kinda hard to walk, the floor was super slippery. Nevertheless, the younglings persisted.

Everyone, for the most part, was quiet, their thoughts mostly caught up on the whole ‘door freezing over’ bit that Leonie talked about and silently hoping to the Force that they find their crystals in time before that happened.

“So…” Tomar started, breaking the long moment of silence and catching everyones attention. “Out of everyone here, who’s more likely to get trapped inside the caves?”. It was typical of Tomar to try and bring some humor or ‘what if’ scenario into a situation, but, it lightened the mood so everyone was welcome to it. Everyone answered with the first person that came to their mind;

“Khad’.” Said Cara.

"[Khad’.]” Said Yaupé.

“Khad’.” Said Eyre.

They all looked towards Aras, who signed ‘Khad’’.

“WHAT!! WHY ME??” Khad’ shouted, his voice bouncing across the cave walls.

“Ehh… you just seem like the type to get stuck in an ice cave for a day.” Cara shrugged, a smirk plastered across her face.

Everyone seemed to nod along in agreement to Cara, leaving Khad’ dumbfounded.

“Well— she’s not wrong.” Tomar snickered.

“Shut up!! Kriff you guys!! If I get stuck here I hope you all get stuck here with me!!”

Seeing the twi’lek’s over-the-top reaction made the rest of the younglings howl in laughter, their snorts, snickers and roars echoeing across the cave walls, much to Khad’s annoyance. After walking further into the cave and getting a few more giggles out, the laughter soon vanished as the group approached what seemed to be the caves first obstacle for them. Before them lied three different openings within the cave. Peering into each one, they all seemed to look the exact same; long, dark and icey tunnels that the younglings could only assume lead right into the path to find their crystals. But… there were 6 of them and 3 tunnels. How were they going to go about this?

“Sooooo… what now?” Eyre spoke after a moment of everyone just standing there.

“[Hmm…]” Yaupé scratched his chin fur as he thought about what next step they could all take. There were three caves so, naturally, splitting up would be the best option right?Wait… no. No, they can’t split up! They could get lost- HE could get lost or hurt or WORSE!! And to add to that, none of them really knew what dangers they could even face in these caves! The more he thought about it, the more he just didn’t wanna risk it. “[Maybe… we should try sticking toge-]”

“We should split up!” Khad’ declared. Everyones eyes turned to the twi’lek. “Hear me out! See, there’s six of us and three caves, we can just split up and go into one of em with a partner!” Khad’ explained. “Then BAM! We find our crystals and make our cool and awesome sabers, easy peasy!!”

“That could work!” Cara agreed. Everyone in the group seemed to take a liking to the idea. Which was suprising cause it was a Khad’ idea. But a good one nevertheless. They almost felt bad for clowning on him earlier. Almost. “Heck yeah it will!!” Khad’ babbled eagerly, mostly just happy at the fact that his friends liked an idea of his. “Say, Aras, wanna be my partner?” He asked, nudging the Togruta by the arm. Aras smiled nodding their head ‘yes’ as Khad’ cheered, “Alright!! C’mon!” as he grabbed their hand, pulling them along into the one of the three tunnels in front of them.

“[Wait! But—!”]

“Hey, Eyre, wanna-”

“HECK YEAH!! Let’s go!!” Eyre didn’t even let Tomar finish asking them before they grabbed his arm and practically dragged him into the second cave that was in front of them. “Later losers!!!” Eyre’s voice called out, their voice echoeing through the caves walls. “Hey!! Waitwaitwaitwait!!!, slow down!!” Echoed Tomar’s voice behind them, going further and further into the tunnel, away from Cara and Yaupé.

Yaupé could only make a low grunting sound as he watched what just unfolded in front of him.

“Well…” Cara began, “Can’t blame ya for trying to keep everyone together.” She snickered. Yaupé couldn’t help but snicker along with her. Cara’s energy was just contagious like that.

“Sooo… any chance you wanna be my partner? By default?” She asked.

“[Hmm…]” Yaupé pretended to think, putting a hand to his chin. “[Ehh… I dunno if you’re cool enough to be my partner…]”

Cara fake-scoffed, playfully hitting Yaupé on the arm, “Shut up!” She chuckled, immedietly making the both of them giggle.

“We should get going—I wanna get my crystal before they do!” Cara half-joked, tapping at the wookiee.

“[Mm!]” Yaupé nodded with a newfound spark of confidence. With Cara by his side, he knew that the two of them could get through anything this cave had to throw at them! And with that, and a quick “C’mon!” from Cara, the two started into the third and last tunnel in front of them.

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Leonie Luroon belongs to: @jaigeye !!

Eyre Brraven Belongs to: @circadianaa !!

(Thanks for letting me borrow your kids, besties! 💚)

The Bg’s are edited screencaps from The Clone Wars !!

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padawansuggest · 9 months

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Okay so I only learned this about canon a couple years ago and yes I keep bringing up AUs where Obi-Wan farms krayt pearls from Tatooine to send to Quinlan through the rebellion so they can give them to master and Padawan pairs so they can have lightsabers because the pearls can be used as a replacement, (and I even have a much more in depth one where Shmi didn’t die and Anakin didn’t fall but the Empire still rose and they retreated to Tatooine with a bunch of crechlings and Obi-Wan uses a seeing chamber to locate actual places that a force user in need of a Pearl will end up so you know you can go SO much more in depth with this) but I just had the best idea ever!!!

Obi-Wan and Anakin go to Tatooine before Ilum when Anakin is 12 and getting his first crystal (this is an EU canon okay he didn’t make his first saber till 12 and in the same comics Obi-Wan thought about how he’d leave the Jedi if Anakin didn’t want to be here) and Obi-Wan is all ‘you know what? The council being stupid as shit we gonna go free Miss Shmi and get her to safety and have a long talk before Ani gets his crystal idk maybe we’ll take her with us’ and so they go there and free her.

But before they can even discuss the next steps in all their lives, Ani is all ‘oh shit Obi’s getting the force pull look on his face, make sure we got water and rations he wanders far when he gets that look’ and they all go on A Hunt and when Obi-Wan finally comes back to himself he’s cooing at a Krayt (also an EU canon he tamed a fucking krayt a tribe asked him to kill because Good Girls Get Loves Not Death) while Anakin and Shmi just give him this look of HORROR and after he’s finished taming his bestest lizard girl EVER (till he meets Boga) the krayt gives him a damaged Pearl and at first Ani and Shmi think they’re gonna sell it or something but instead Obi-Wan gets out all the parts to construct a new saber they brought for Ani and is all ‘cool now let’s break this thing down it’s damaged and can last a few sabers for both of us’ and that’s why they have twin blue blades and Shmi is smuggled into the temple as a new mechanic and Anakin and Obi-Wan’s twin blade AU is now also an Anakin and Obi-Wan twin sons of the twin suns AU and they are happy and Anakin is a happy lad.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #krayt dragon #krayt pearls

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goosewriting · 1 year

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Thaw

summary: reader comforts Cal when he has self-doubts.

relationship: Cal Kestis x GN reader

warnings: slight spoilers for Jedi Fallen Order

word count: 1.6k

A/N: i tried keeping it as vague as possible so as not to spoil too much. eventually i got some things wrong because when i first wrote this i hadn’t finished the game yet and i mix up all the inquisitors anyways lol

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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“Start up the ship! I’m on my way!”

That was the last message Cal sent after you informed him that the Empire had gotten to Ilum, and they were after him. Greez, Cere and you are currently in the Mantis’ cockpit, looking out to the snowy landscape, as two Imperial Walkers appear from behind the rocky formations, shooting away from you, possibly at Cal.

Your chest tightens slightly, feeling bad for the poor Jedi; he really needed a break. He finally managed to repair his lightsaber in the caves, and now Stormtroopers are after him yet again.

After presumably fighting his way out, you finally spot him between the Walkers, running towards you, and you worry at the slight limp you immediately spot. Telling Greez to take off, you go to the ship’s ramp, which is slowly starting to retreat to close the hatch. Cal takes a Force-pushed leap onto it, losing his footing as he lands and he almost falls off, but you grab him by the arm, pulling him inside, and the door closes behind him.

Panting, Cal leans onto the round table as you shake off some snow from his clothes. He’s rambling about the Inquisitors, saying that you need to get to Dathomir as soon as possible to retrieve Cordova’s artefact from the tomb because the Second Sister is hot on his tail.

Greez assures Cal that he’s already setting course to the red planet, but you interject that before he goes anywhere, he needs rest first. Now that he calmed down a bit you can see his adrenaline is wearing off, and he grimaces in pain as he now feels every sore spot on his body.

Letting him lean onto your shoulder, you guide him to the back of the ship to sit on the edge of your shared bunk. BD hops onto the little table and beeps worriedly.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” you comfort the droid, as you take off Cal’s poncho and shirt. “He’ll feel better after some rest.”

You stand between Cal’s legs, tending to his injuries. He has a couple of blaster burns on his chest and shoulders, as well as a cut on his temple. You clean everything up and gently apply bacta gel to the wounds, as well as two thin band aids to the cut so it would heal properly.

“How’s your leg?” you ask him.

“It’s fine, not sprained or anything,” Cal says without meeting your eyes. “I just took an awkward step, is all. I’ll walk it off.”

You merely hum in response, handing him a clean shirt to put on. You stand up to put everything away, and when you’re done you catch Cal just in time as he wants to get up, but you push him back down by his good shoulder.

“Come here,” you speak softly, scooting in behind him and hugging Cal to you, so he’s sitting between your legs with his back to your chest, while you sit against the wall. You make sure not to press on any of his injuries. Finally he seems to relax a little in your hold, and you press a little kiss to his jaw.

With the Empire after you, and all these Inquisitors always sniffing him out somehow… You know Cal feels like it was defeat after defeat. You want to comfort him but you're not sure what to say except for ‘it’s gonna be okay’.

You feel Cal tracing over a relatively fresh wound on your arm with his fingers, as he looks deep in thought. Thanks to Cal, you got very few injuries yourself, this one being from when you two escaped the Wookiee’s home planet.

“This is all my fault,” Cal says suddenly.

“Huh? What is?” you question. He doesn’t answer immediately.

“When the Second Sister tapped into our comms on Kashyyyk…” he starts, and you don’t like where this is going. “If I had noticed–”

“I’m gonna stop you right there,” you interrupt him. “She played dirty. It’s no one's fault. And certainly not yours.”

“But Cere, if she had told me… I still don't know if I can trust her.”

“She did save us from Bracca, though, didn't she?” you ask rhetorically.

“… I guess.”

You take his hands in yours.

“Listen, what you need is a nap. You haven't had a break since this whole thing started,” you tell him, and BD beeps affirmatively. “See, even BD agrees! You sir, need a nap.”

“No, there’s no time to waste, I have to–”

“Go to bed is what you have to do. No ‘but’s,” you tell him, trying to sound like it’s final. “Remember what happened to Dathomir before you left? If you want to fight whoever comes your way, you need to rest and properly heal.”

“No, I–”

“Just a nap, Cal,” you insist, moving out from behind him and sitting at the edge of the bed so you can look him in the eyes. “Please. You’re exhausted.”

With you holding his face and looking at him like this, he doesn’t find it in him to fight you or the aching cries of his muscles anymore, so he finally gives in with a sigh.

“Fine. But wake me up when we get there,” he says.

“I will,” you promise, and guide him to lie back on the bed. When you want to get up, he takes your hand.

“Will you stay with me?” Cal asks in a barely audible whisper.

“Of course,” you answer just as softly.

You lie onto your back with him on top of you, his head is on your chest as you run your fingers through his hair. His breathing starts evening out, and your mind drifts off, remembering how you met on Bracca, everything you went through together, all his tales from his time as a Padawan, and your chest tightens. He’s a wonderful person, incredibly resilient, with a heart so kind despite everything, it’s rare to find these days. You also remember that he sometimes forgets these things, so you have to remind him.

“You know you're doing great Cal, right?” you ask after a while in silence, and he lifts his head to look at you.

“You'll finish Cordova’s mission,” you go on. “And everything will be fine.”

“How can you be so sure?” he asks, wanting to give in but not sure if he should yet. So much can still happen. But you just shrug with a smile.

“I just do,” you assure him. “Trust in the Force, right? I know we both do. It’ll work out.”

Being at a loss for words, Cal leans in, deciding to show his gratitude through a kiss. His lips meet yours and he’s pouring everything into it. And you understand all that he’s trying to communicate.

The kisses slowly start intensifying, and you need to scrape up a lot of self-control to push him off.

“As much as I'm enjoying this, you really need to sleep,” you remind him, slightly out of breath. Cal groans in protest against your neck, giving it a light nip.

“Besides,” you giggle. “I think we have an audience.”

Cal stops and looks up, following your gaze to the side of the bunk where BD is still on the table, looking from you to Cal and back with an inquisitive beep.

“You wanna get in here too, buddy?” you ask the droid and extend an arm, inviting him to join you. BD gives you a happy ‘beep-boop!’ and hops onto the bed.

He’s about to join the cuddle pile when he tilts his head looking at you two. Cal cups your cheek and looks at you lovingly as you smile up at him. BD takes a step back and you hear a shutter, like a picture just got taken. Now your attention is back on the droid.

“...Did BD just…?” you ask, and Cal sighs.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that,” the redhead grumbles, sending the droid a half-hearted glare.

“Does BD take pictures of us often?” you question him with a chuckle, and an adorable blush spreads on Cal’s freckled face.

“Of you,” he corrects you.

“...What?”

“For when I'm gone and… miss you. So I can look at you,” he explains, and now it’s your turn to feel the heat prickling your cheeks.

“Can I see them?” you ask after a moment.

“Hmm, nope.”

“What do you mean ‘no’? I wanna see!” you whine.

“They're my personal collection, sorry,” Cal says with a cocky grin, and you playfully roll your eyes at him and he laughs.

Then you’re left in silence again, just looking at each other. Your hand comes up to gingerly trace over the scar on his nose and you can’t help a little smile; it’s your favourite scar of his. Some may say that a scar so evident would be bad or ugly, like an imperfection, but to you it adds to Cal’s handsomeness. It reminds you that despite everything he went through, he’s still here. With you.

Compared to the boy you met all those years ago on Bracca, he had come so far. Grown so much. Become more confident and powerful.

When Cal raises a questioning brow at you, given your silence and the way you study his face, your hand comes up to the back of his neck, gently pulling him down to place a kiss on the bridge of his nose. Then you pull him back to your chest, and after a while, you can feel him finally dozing off. BD settles down next to you, and you give him a tired, thankful smile.

“I love you, Cal,” you whisper into his hair after a while. “You’re enough. And I hope one day you’ll realise that.”

#goose feathers #cal kestis x reader #star wars cal x reader #jedi fallen order x reader #star wars x reader

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busycucumbermelon · 1 year

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Friends with benefits

yandere Illumi X reader

Summary: just some head cannons

Warning: murder, violence, small amounts of smut

illumi makes it very clear that you basically mean nothing to him but a good time he’d ghost you go on dates with other girls

But he still treats you a little better than someone he just fucks getting you gifts if you try to ghost him let you play with his hair and cuddle after fucking

Illumi try’s to balance out how horrible, rude and crude he is to you with when you are together acting like the two of you are in an actual relationship staying with you for multiple days instead of just smashing and leaving

this doesn’t mean his catching feelings all this really means is he wants more of a stable where it doesn’t feel like you’re going to leave him because of him being cruel, rude, ghosting, you randomly you, or going on dates with other people

Illumi will never admit it but you’re the only constant in his life that isn’t his family and it’s not like his family is a good constant with the way they only care about kilua that’s why he’s so nervous to lose you although you’re not in a relationship, you’re the only kindness he has that’s why he softens up with you. Once he notices you seem to be more upset than usual

if ilumi wants to spend time with you he’ll find you he’ll just track you down if you don’t wanna see him too bad

If illumi finds you on a date with someone else your date better hope and pray illumi is too happy that he found you to notice them and if illumi does notice them all is over Ilume won’t kill them either not at first they won’t die by his hand They’ll just get very very injured by his hand

After illumi is done with them, he’ll honestly act like nothing happened just move on with the taking you home because sure as hell wherever the fuck you wanna date is being burnt down the minute you leave because I kept you away from him and I just can’t happen

Illumi is a toxic yandere but he’ll never admit it he’ll just act like one but he doesn’t want a relationship so the two of you were just stay friends with benefits, until he finally feels like making it official

If illumi wants does make it official, you are never going out of the house without him doesn’t matter if you’re going grocery shopping if you’re going out with friends what friends are they girls or they guys because if their guys illumi doesn’t trust them so his coming with you

Illumi will wait as long as physically possible before you have to meet his parents, and if you have to meet us siblings, which is some point, you’re gonna have to just be prepared to be degraded so much by his family so much and illumi won’t say anything because he literally has no voice when it comes to his family he will never talk back

If you do talk back to any of his siblings or his parents that’s just a biggest turn on for him and he’ll probably become a lot more obsessed. It’s really odd it’s something he could never do but knowing you can do it just does something to him

#illumi x reader #hisoka x illumi #illumi x you #illumi hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter #hxh oc #h x h #yandere #Gon x

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thegreenlizard · 3 months

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Your life

Spin-off of Bare beskar. Yes, it’s just an excuse to write the walking armoury trope with Obi-Wan.

Obi-Wan gets his first weapon at XX. His crèche clan goes to Ilum to find the crystals that will become the hearts of their lightsabers. He has trained with practice sabres before, but this is the first weapon that is his own. “The sabre is your life,” Master XX says. Obi-Wan nods, but he doesn’t yet really understand.

Shiv/shank at Bandomeer. The only thing between him and death, his sabre and the Force taken from him. He scrabbles and fights for his life and shanks an overseer during the slave uprising. The shank leaves Bandomeer in his boot. He sleeps with his sabre/the shank for months afterwards.

Rifle at Melida-Daan. Again without his sabre. The rifle is what stands between not only him and death, but between the Young and death. He learns that sometimes taking a life is the best—the only—option.

A knife somewhere. Where was he a slave again?

His body can be a weapon—he learns that after again being without any weapons. Other padawans sneak out of the temple to drink; Obi-Wan sneaks off to learn hand to hand. The temple teaches basics, but specialises in lightsaber combat. And Obi-Wan has learned that it is not just his lightsaber that is his life.

Blasters on Mandalore, where using a lightsaber would be counterproductive to staying under the radar. Armour from dead Death Watch.

He comes back a full circle with Maul, back to lightsaber. Or maybe this is the force? He loses a master and gains a padawan. Or maybe this is where he realises the effect of losing his master/partner after they have repaired their relationship? The difference between fighting alone and fighting with a partner/unit? Your men are your best weapons.

What about words, negotiation, diplomacy, favours, blackmail, contracts? Verbal judo. Or maybe this is purely about physical weapons.

He loses an gains and loses weapons over the years. He learns lessons. He learns which weapons to use when.

And maybe he’s a bad Jedi, but he never learns to let go these weapons that have been as much his life as his lightsaber. Or maybe he becomes to interpret “your life” to include all sorts of weapons, not just his lightsaber. Sort of this is who you are; everything you are is what you lay on the line for your mission.

And then he finds an army and the republic falls to war. And it’s total war again, so he brings every weapon he has ever collected… which ends up being a veritable armoury.

Omake

“There’s just a few more administrative details before . Your medical file?”

“I’ve sent the redacted version to CMO Bones in advance and I have the full file with me.”

“Good. You can pass it on to Bones when we swing by the medical bay.”

Cody meets General Kenobi and takes him on a tour around the Negotiator. This includes a stop by the quartermaster, who asks to inspect any weapons Kenobi has brought with him. It’s more out of following SOP (making sure they have clips and spare parts and whatnot the Jedi might require) than expecting the Jedi to have anything on him besides their lightsaber. Maybe he’s optimistically hoping he might be able to convince the Jedi to carry a backup weapon of some sort.

He’s not expecting the Jedi to swing the duffel bag he had been carrying on the counter, nor the bag to make such a heavy thunk (honestly, based on how easily the Jedi had been shouldering it, he had assumed it to be full of clothes). He��s definitely not expecting the armoury the Jedi starts pulling out of the bag.

There’s a XXZZ sniper rifle and clips, an old but serviceable model. It’s customised and based on the scuff marks, the rifle has clearly seen action but when he tests it, it seems to work smoothly and be well maintained. The next are a pair of XX blasters and their clips. Then there’s two vibroblades, a long dagger made out of beskar (or cortosis alloy?), a honest to god shiv that Kenobi pulls from his boot, a garrotte wire, lockpicks, . And then Kenobi starts pulling out a suit of beskar’gam.

The bag is practically empty; there’s only a few sets of rolled up clothes left. Huh.

“You know how to use these?”

“I wouldn’t be carrying them otherwise. I assure you, every weapon here has saved my life at least once.”

The troopers had been expecting a mystic; someone who slays their enemies with their sorcery. Kenobi, with his well-used rifle, scuffed armour and half a dozen holdout weapons, does not fit that picture. Cody is feeling more optimistic already.

Plus

- Obi-Wan’s habit of getting separated from his lightsaber wasn’t developed in a day/didn’t come out of nowhere

#plot bunny #unfinished #drabble #obi wan kenobi #not Obi-Wan’s first slave uprising #blanket permission #space bunnies

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gffa · 2 years

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This has been one of the strong issues of Pak’s Darth Vader so far for me, probably because it feels like a retread of Soule’s Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith and because it’s possible that it’s just complete word salad nonsense or it might be something genuinely meaningful. One of the things that explains so much about a lot of Anakin stories--especially ones that center around his destiny and his choice to become Darth Vader--is that, if you look at them through the lens of the Force taking a rolled up newspaper and bapping him on the nose with it, trying to get him to actually search his feelings and face himself and understand. That’s what the Mortis arc reads to me as being all about, everything that happens there is the Force trying to get Anakin to face his own guilt and anger, to let them go, so that he can fulfill his destiny, that’s why the Force works so hard to play out these things around him. To get him to think. And that’s what happens again and again and again in Dark Lord of the Sith, where the Force literally slams a vision into his head, clears the dark side out from his vision, his eyes are blue, and he sees Obi-Wan in a field somewhere, that he would lower his lightsaber and say Anakin’s name, if Anakin would only go to him and ask for help. And every single arc after that is the Force showing him a path he could have taken. He could have let go of his attachments and stayed in the light and saved Jedi knowledge for the next generation like Jocasta Nu. He could have fallen to the dark, but still helped the future generations like Ferren Barr did. He could have just walked away all together and lived a life away from all of it like Eeth Koth did. Instead, he rejected them all, “No. This is all there is.” he says of the path he has chosen. He chose to be frozen in time and to hold onto his fear and hate like Darth Momin did, to try to force his will onto the rest of the galaxy. And he failed. He couldn’t bring Padme back to life and he couldn’t move on, because he refuses to look within himself and truly face himself and what he wants. So along comes the Force again. Yet one more time, through another dark-side-laden cave, where a mysterious creature pelts him with visions of himself and the people that mean the most to him, you see Obi-Wan, you see Luke, you see Sidious, you see Anakin himself, it goes on for twelve pages. Vader is just stomping his way through enemies and crumbling stone perches over lava, already battered and barred from using the Force, while this creature asks him, What does it mean to be chosen? Who chooses? What do you want? What do you need? If you could choose, would you be chosen? Have you decided? Yet, Vader ignores it all. He’s heard this kind of thing before, he dismisses it as just a test from his Master, he refuses yet again to think through his own wants and needs, to find the path that’s truly meant for him. Instead, he just punches and kills and murders his way through things based on his own anger and anything that gets in his way will be destroyed. Is it possible that the Webbish Bog is manipulating him, rather than genuinely trying to help him? Yeah, of course. It’s holding a Sith Wayfinder and lives on Mustafar, the whole reason Sidious sent him here was to punish Vader and make sure that he was still steeped in the dark side. But even dark side caves show you things that the Force wants you to acknowledge. Luke’s visions in the cave on Dagobah are similar--he sees Vader’s image, strikes him down, and then sees his own face in Vader’s helmet, because it wasn’t about Vader at all, it was about his own fears and confronting them. It’s like the caves of Ilum that the Jedi have as their most important tradition--you’re shown the things you fear, and you must let them go, you must face them and pass through them, you must let go of the prisons you’re keeping yourself in, each of them unique to the individual, each of them meant to be about a Jedi looking to understand themselves. In that confrontation on Dagobah, Luke struck out in fear, he failed the test set before him because he couldn’t face his feelings. And we know how he goes on to fail when he leaves Dagobah, because he doesn’t trust his friends, because he fears for them, rather than because they truly need his help. He spends weeks, if not months in a tailspin after the revelations and how wonky his connection with the Force is. He has to work so hard and face so much of himself to get back to the path that’s right for him, that he’s destined for. In this confrontation on Mustafar, Vader strikes out in anger and he’s powerful enough (and these are real, rather than visions), that he stomps his way up to the Webbish Bog and makes it through on sheer power alone. “Do you think you passed this test... or failed it?” There’s no definitive answer, because the Force doesn’t really care about whether or not het gets the Wayfinder, it’s about whether or not he looks within himself. He passes Sidious’ test, he stays trapped in the dark and his own hate and pain and fear, but he fails the Force’s test to look inside himself, the face himself, to understand himself, and to let go of all that pain. It will still be so much longer before Vader can truly find the path he’s meant to find in the Force, because he still refuses to even look inward to what he really needs.

#obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #luke skywalker #sheev palpatine #mustafar #the force #comics #meta #reading comics: darth vader vol 3 #long post

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sullustangin · 2 months

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Fluffy February Day 17: Pleasure

SWTOR

Pairing: Theron Shan/Eva Corolastor

Words: ~870 (reasonable)

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

She looked up at the familiar voice, pressed into an unfamiliar form. Eva had learned that the correct response, whilst wearing evening gloves, was to extend her hand toward the voice and either get a firm hearty handshake or to have lips graze the top of the satin fabric.

Her ability to think was always severely compromised whenever she saw Theron in another guise, as another man, as if they were in different universes, over and over again meeting each other for the first time.

Time stopped for Eva, each time, each first time. Maybe it was leftover brain disarray from the carbonite, when she dissociated regularly and didn’t know “when” she was. It was different from when she first saw him in disguise at the casino on Katalla, and they had to pretend to be strangers. The hitch wasn’t there.

Or maybe these episodes were flashes into another universe when it was their first time meeting. Eva had idly considered it before, in other spaces, in other times.

What if Eva had been caught after Corellia or there had been more hand-wringing before the Pub employed her for Ilum…would she have been sitting at an interrogation table, alone with the files and accusations against her and her broken heart as Theron walked in to question her….? And when he had sussed out the truth and did what he did best – a victim debrief – what would they be then?

What if they had crossed paths on Nar Shaddaa, and Eva hadn’t been so tipsy with Risha and eating burgers that she’d noticed Theron pick a fight with a Houk and disappear around a corner…Would they have become fast friends over busting up Morbo the Hutt’s trafficking ring, with Bowdaar approving almost immediately upon completion of the rescue?

What if Theron had been deployed on one of those top secret missions that he was still reticent to talk to her about? Was part of the hesitation knowing now that she’d been nearby? That his presence would affect how she thought of him now? Would it matter that he was disguised as an Imperial on King’s Ransom or even the Voidwolf’s flagship? That he had lurked around Port Nowhere as Eva and Darmas had carried on, publicly, in the cantina?... or even if he had seen them at the tables on Canto Bight?

How different would things have been if Master Oteg had decided Eva and Risha had needed a supervisor on their trip to Maelstrom Prison…one with insight on the man they were meant to rescue?

Or…

Or what if they had never met before she came to Odessen? Eva didn’t know if she’d be the Outlander if she hadn’t worked with Theron before (and she never would wonder that out loud to him, ever), but… even as the Voidhound (five years later, five years darker, five years harder…) would she catch his eye? Or would she batter his professional because he caught her attention, some fire still inside of her after five years with the worst part of herself taking the lead, continuing her cartel work, in defiance of the Eternal Empire?

There was never a question that Eva would never bend the knee to the Eternal Empire, and there was never a question that Theron would join the organization would save the galaxy.

It was just a question that if their paths crossed later…would they? Could they? She would be worse (she was sure of it), but would Theron…have someone else? Gotten better about his attachment issues? Or would he just be in that devotional state to a cause, his personal life an empty quarters on Odessen, decked out with the basics, his clothes and shave kit, and nothing more?

If their paths crossed earlier?

Or was it only in that moment, that one second when they decided they were both going to the cantina after Darok’s debrief that was the space that ‘they’ could start to exist?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Now it was here, as he bowed low to grasp her red satin hand and kiss the knuckles, just off to the side of a ring (which had to be real, because their audience could spot a fake a parsec off). His hair curled, as he never let it in daily life. The suit was expensive, and he’d probably rented it or borrowed it from someone on base with a more active social life who actually did take leave.

Eva rose to her feet as he straightened up, still grasping her hand.

“I’m sure it’s always a pleasure to meet you,” Eva replied, the people around them chuckling at the joke or the audacity.

Theron’s eyes lit up, not an act, and he took her signal to escort her out to the dancefloor.

There was a mission. There was an objective.

And then there was them, spinning around, always coming together, somehow.

@fluffyfebruary

#swtor fan fiction #fluffy february #theron shan #theron shan x smuggler #oc: eva corolastor

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qirarey123 · 1 year

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More drawings of my mass effect oc's! But it's mostly Farzana. I'll draw more of Maxius soon though.

The bottom drawing actually is when Farzana and Maxius first met

Story:

Before Maxius became a spectre, he was just one of the turian soldiers who are tasked to take down a huge mercenary gang by working together with the alliance soldiers which includes Farzana.

Maxius who has a huge disdain towards humans is upset and would say xenophonic comments about them with his other turian comrades. The other humans are upset but won't do anything and would prefer to get on with the mission so they don't have to deal with it anymore.

Except for Farzana.

Instead of ignoring it like her comrades, she called Maxius out on his attitude to which led an argument between them.

Before things get heated, one of the turians suggested a sparring match between the two, to settle arguments. Farzana not wanting to back down, agreed.

Long story short, Farzana was able to outsmart and defeated Maxius in the match. Maxius, of course, held a grudge against her and a new spark of rivalry ignited between them.

When it's time to go through the mission, during the battle against the mercenaries, both the turian soldiers and alliance soldiers are too overpowered by heavy gunfire, leaving many dead and injured soldiers. Both Maxius and Farzana are the only ones standing and decided to team up to take down the mercenaries while making sure none of them get hurt.

After they both succesfully take down the target, Maxius now has a deep admiration and respect for the human soldier and apologized for his actions to which Farzana forgave him. Both became friends for a few years while Maxius slowly fall for her through the process.

Though one day, Farzana resigned from being an alliance soldier and decided to go back home to Ilum, where her grandmother lives.

The Turian and the human said their goodbyes and Maxius wasn't able to tell her his feelings.They soon lost contact of each other before Maxius became a spectre.

(Haha sorry if this is cheesy, but dont worry they reunite years later)

#mass effect #mass effect oc #turian oc #turian

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monako-jinn-stories · 11 months

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Crosshair X Fem!Reader FanFic

It Started With a Vacation

Main Master List

Story Master List

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty One (PG)

Chapter Thirty One (18+)

Warnings:

face fucking, fingering, cum swallowing, oral sex both male and female receiving, unprotected p in v (wrap it up in real life)

“There she is,” Hunter says as he watches you approach, “our little Jedi princess.”

Crosshair snorts, saying “she’s my Jedi princess,” in a snarly tone. You just roll your eyes, folding your arms when you reach them. “Sorry to wake you up so early,” he says, wrapping an arm around your waist, “but this is urgent.”

“I know, I listened to the briefing while I got ready,” you reply, bringing a hand up to stifle a yawn. “I’m not too happy to be going to Ilum, though.”

“According to my information, there is a 86.2837% chance that a snowstorm will occur while we are on the surface,” Tech states. “If we leave now, that is.”

“And what if we delay a bit longer?” Wrecker asks, “I’m not a fan of the cold.”

“What are you a fan of?” Crosshair asks folding his arms after placing a toothpick in his mouth.

“Uh, lots of things!” Wrecker counters, folding his arms to mock Crosshair.

“And they are…?”

“I like explosions, and hugs, and Lula, and…y/n!”

“Aw, I like you too, Wrecker,” you say, walking over to give him a hug. You stick your tongue out at Crosshair while he rolls his eyes, giggling when Wrecker lifts you up and carries you onto the Marauder.

“I am going to set the course and then I would like to speak to you privately, y/n,” Tech says, and you look at him curiously.

“What do you need to talk to her about?” Crosshair asks, sitting in his seat behind Tech.

“One should assume that when another asks to speak privately,” Tech starts, turning in his seat and adjusting his goggles as he finishes, “it is a confidential matter.”

“Since when do we keep secrets from each other?” Crosshair asks, and although you know he’s talking to Tech, you can’t help but notice how he looks at you as he says it.

“We are not keeping secrets,” Tech replies, “we are merely withholding information for the sake of security. When we are sure it is safe for you to know, then we will tell you.”

“Wait a minute,” Crosshair mumbles, narrowing his eyes slightly before turning to you, “is this about that project you have on Dohbar?”

You swallow hard as you glance at Tech before looking down. “I uh…didn’t intend for him to know-”

“So you trust him more than you trust me?” Crosshair snaps, leaning forward slightly.

“No, I never intended for him to know,” you shoot back, “he just figured it out on his own!”

“How? How could he possibly have figured it out on his own?”

“Because there were signs, Crosshair! Signs you apparently didn’t pay attention to enough to notice!”

“And where were these supposed signs?”

“In me!” you yell, “just anything about me! You didn’t notice any changes, but Tech did because he actually pays attention to me and doesn’t just look at my body like it’s his next snack!”

Crosshair opens his mouth to speak again, anger swirling in his eyes, but Tech quickly stands up and gets between the two of you, saying, “all set, now let’s go have our talk,” before grabbing your arm and dragging you away.

“I can’t believe him!” you say, throwing your hands in the air before sitting down on Tech’s bunk. “I mean, seriously? What is his issue?”

“Well,” Tech starts, adjusting his goggles again, “you did say it was a secret project that you had to keep hidden in order to keep him safe. And now that he knows that I figured out what it was, he might feel as though you’re hiding something…serious. Something that could damage your relationship.”

“Well, I mean…” you give him a look, almost as if to say ‘yeah, it could’. You let out a sigh and fall back, your head making a loud thud when it hits the wall.

“Allowing yourself to do that repeatedly increases your chances for-”

“Tech,” you say flatly, “I don’t need you to tell me how this can cause a concussion.”

He clears his throat before looking across the room, mumbling to himself about how he ‘was just trying to warn you’. A few moments pass in silence, and he looks back at you again. “Your comment about him not paying attention to you and only wanting you for your body might have caused a bit of strain on your relationship. I suggest you speak to him about it later.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” you reply, “but…It just sometimes does feel that way. I mean, I was pregnant! How did he not notice my body changing?”

“He could have been trying to be respectful and not comment on your body changes,” Tech replies. You open your mouth to respond but snap it shut, knowing he’s probably right. How was Crosshair supposed to know you were pregnant? He obviously never had to learn about the signs, and who knows if the Kaminoans ever got around to teaching them how babies are made. And you also did everything you could to hide it from him, so really, your comment was far from fair. Plus, he never would say anything about your body, he was respectful to you.

“This whole situation is just one big mess,” you sigh, leaning forward and holding your head in your hands. “I should have been more careful. I should have…”

“Don’t say what I think you are going to say,” Tech says, almost sternly. “You made a decision, and whether or not it was the best one, we still have to see. But, I am proud of you. You’ve done a lot on your own, and not many people would last as long as you have. I am more than sure that things will turn out alright in the end.”

“But when is the end?” you ask, “I don’t know how much more of this war I want to put up with.”

“Well, we are soldiers,” Tech replies, “at least my brothers and I are. You have a life outside of this, but us…” His words trail off and he stares ahead, and his knee bounces as he thinks.

“You’ll always have a home on Dohbar,” you say, setting a hand on his shoulder, “I promise you’ll always be welcome there.”

He returns the smile before sitting up straighter, adjusting his goggles before meeting your gaze again. “I have not talked to you about what I had intended.”

“Oh, well, what’s up?”

“I was going to check in on how she’s doing,” he replies. “She is getting close to a year old, correct?”

“Yeah, she’s doing great. She actually recently said her first words,” you say excitedly. “But please, don’t remind me about how old she’s getting. I just…she’s growing too fast, you know?”

“No, I do not know. I myself grew at an accelerated pace, so I am not sure what would classify as ‘too fast’. Also, different sentient species grow at different rates, and even the foods you eat and the air you breathe and the water you drink can have effects on growth. So therefore, the only way to know if she is truly growing too fast is to compare her to others like her with similar DNA and who eat similar foods, drink similar water, and breathe similar air.”

You stare at him blankly, waiting for him to continue. He just stares back at you, giving you the same blank expression. “I-you know what, I’m not even going to bother explaining.” You let out another sigh, leaning back and facing him. “I just feel like I’m missing out on so much.”

“Well, it’s not like you really have another choice,” he shrugs. “Other than stepping aside from the war completely.”

“That’ll never happen,” you reply. “I can’t leave the 17th, nor can I leave the Jedi temple. I have too many connections, too many people that I love and want to be around. It’s just hard balancing it all.”

Tech remains silent, only giving a small nod in acknowledgement. His brows scrunch slightly and his knee starts bouncing again, and you can tell he’s going deep in thought. “I have a theory,” he states, standing up and grabbing his datapad.

“What is it?”

He types a few things before briefly glancing at you. “I believe she might actually be growing faster than you were expecting.”

“What?” you ask, sitting up straight, “how would that be possible?”

“Well, the clones, including us, were giving a special mutation in order for us to grow faster and be prepared for use sooner than say a normal person,” he explains, and you cringe slightly when he says ‘prepared for use’. “It is merely a fact,” he says, noticing your reaction. “But mutations can be inherited, so there is a chance that his mutation might have been passed down to her. Or, it might have mixed with your aging gene, and developed to be somewhere in between the two.”

“So, she might be growing as fast as Crosshair? Or at least faster than a normal human child would?” you ask, and he nods.

“According to my calculations, if your genes were to mix, she would already be past the one year point in her growth. And if I did this correctly,” he says, typing in a few more things, “Ahah. Alright, so, let me explain.” He plops back down on the bed beside you, holding the datapad so that the both of you could see it.

“That’s a lot of information that I don’t understand,” you comment, but he circles a specific area.

“This is our focus,” he says. “You, as a normal human, reach adulthood at roughly twenty years of age. Crosshair, however, reached adulthood at roughly ten years of age. So, for each year, Crosshair aged two years. Therefore, if your aging genes were to combine, that would mean that she theoretically ages at a rate of one point five years for every year.”

“So, when she has her first birthday, she’ll be the equivalent of a one and a half year old?”

“Precisely. But, this is all theoretical. I cannot simply determine if she actually does age quicker than normal. You would need a doctor or a…licensed scientist for that.”

You sit in silence for a moment before shaking your head. “She can’t…I had a normal length pregnancy.”

“Did you?” he asks, and you give him a questioning look. “Well, you did not know you were pregnant for quite some time, so perhaps it was not for as long as you thought?”

“Maybe,” you sigh, “but I don’t know.” Another silence falls between the two of you, and he continues to work out a few formulas while you consider that maybe Cyar’ika does grow faster than normal. It would explain a few things, like how she’s talking so soon and crawled around sooner than normal, but still.

“When are you going to tell him?” The question cuts into the silence like a dull knife, painfully and slowly. You knew the question would come eventually, but you still don’t have a great answer.

“When should I?”

“Do you want my honest answer?” Tech asks, and you shake your head, already knowing he would have wanted you to tell him before she was born.

“What about on her first birthday? Or right before? I can take him to Dohbar as a sort of present for her?”

Tech thinks for a few moments before nodding. “Yes, I think that sounds like a good idea.”

“And her birthday is soon, so it won’t be long,” you add.

“Yes, it won’t be long,” he says before standing up. “I am going to go back to the cockpit. Feel free to move around as you wish.” You nod and he gives you a small smile before he leaves you, and you rest back with your head on your arms as you stare up at nothing.

“Okay, so, does everyone understand the plan?” Hunter asks, and you all nod as you stand around the bunk area. Crosshair is apparently still upset with you, as he didn’t stand next to you and hasn’t even bothered to really acknowledge you yet. Not to mention you’re paired with Tech for this mission, so you can sense a little jealousy coming from him. “Good, now let’s go.”

Crosshair jumps out of the ship first, heading off quickly to scout the area ahead while the rest of you make your way to the Jedi temple.

The Separatists are currently trying to figure out a way to break into the Jedi temple here on Ilum in order to get access to kyber crystals. While the Republic does not know what exactly they want them for, it cannot be anything good. The Jedi are especially worried about losing the crystals, as well as important items hidden within the temple.

“I remember when I came here,” you say as you pull your coat tighter, “it was also freezing then.”

“So all the younglings come here to find their crystals?” Hunter asks, but you shake your head no.

“There’s other planets as well. I believe this is the most popular one, though.”

“Hah, the most popular one is also the coldest one,” Wrecker comments. “I hate the cold.”

“So do I,” you reply. “It isn’t too much further, though. Once we’re inside the temple, we’ll be out of the wind.”

“The temple entrance is blockaded.” The sudden comm from Crosshair startles you, and you look at Hunter and Tech, waiting for their reactions.

“We could scale the outside,” Hunter suggests.

“That is a possibility, but we would have to be very careful not to slip.”

“Why don’t you use the jetpack and carry us up there one at a time?” Wrecker suggests, and Tech pauses for a moment.

“I suppose that could work. Although I’m not quite sure I like the lack of safe ways to get down in case of danger.”

“Well, Wrecker, Crosshair, and I can grapple up, and you can take y/n with the jetpack,” Hunter says.

“How would she get back down?” Wrecker asks. A presence at the side of the group catches your attention, and you turn slightly to see Crosshair stopping at Wrecker’s side.

“She’s a Jedi,” he says, startling Wrecker and making the other clone jump, “she can use the force when she jumps to soften her landing.”

“A little warning next time before you sneak up on me!” Wrecker protests, shoving Crosshair to the side. Crosshair turned to glare at him from behind his helmet, fists clenched at his side before Hunter got their attention again.

“That works. Sounds like a plan. Y/n and Tech, you head up first and we’ll start the climb,” he says, and you nod before turning to Tech.

“Shall we?” you say, holding out your hand.

“We shall,” he replies, and you can hear the smile in his voice before he grabs your hand and pulls you against him. His arms wrap securely around you before he takes off, and you can feel the burning glare coming from behind Crosshair’s visor.

Once you land, you comm the others to let them know you’re secure before you and Tech start scoping out the area. The Separatist base is small, and as far as you can see, it’s run solely by droids, mostly mining droids. “This should be easy enough,” you say to yourself. You start heading a bit closer, but a quiet click under your foot catches your attention. You freeze as your heart seems to stop. “Tech…?”

“Is there something wrong, y/n?”

“Uh…yeah,” you reply, “I think I stepped on a pressure plate.” You look over at where he is to see him snap his head towards you.

“Do not move an inch,” he says, beginning to run over, “do not shift any of your weight, either.”

“I know,” you say, keeping the panic from your voice. When he reaches you, he immediately falls to his knees and starts brushing the snow from around the plate, trying to clear the area. After examining it for a minute, he sits back and looks up at you with a slight bit of relief in his eyes.

“You can move,” he says, “it was an alarm plate. Likely to signal to the droids in the base that there is a possible intruder. It won’t explode.”

“Are you 100% sure?” you ask, and he nods. You take a deep breath before slowly lifting your foot up, and after waiting for a few seconds, you set it back down in the snow. “Thank the Maker,” you sigh.

“Don’t thank the Maker quite yet,” Hunter says, “look.” You follow Hunter’s arm, and your eyes land on a cloud of snow rushing towards you.

“Droidekas,” Crosshair states, mounting his sniper on his shoulder and taking a shot. One of them is hit, and careens off to the side, breaking into pieces as it hits a sharp rock. You thrust a hand out and use the force to knock them off their path, sending them rolling towards the cliff instead. They manage to stop just in time and uncurl to shoot at you.

“We need to disable their shields if we want to be able to destroy them,” Hunter states. “Wrecker, do you have grenades?”

“Always,” he replies excitedly.

“Alright, go ahead and toss them. Y/n, guide them under the shields so that they can disable them.” You nod and step forward, one hand swinging your lightsaber around to deflect the droideka shots, the other using the force to guide the grenades. “Crosshair, are you ready?” Hunter says as the grenades roll to a stop. Crosshair doesn’t verbally respond, but the second that the shields go down, he lets out a shot that bounces between the droidekas, taking them all out.

“Nice shot,” you say, turning to offer Crosshair a smile, but he just shoulders his sniper and begins moving ahead. You look at Tech who just shrugs his shoulders before joining the others. You take the rear, following behind the others as you keep a lookout around you.

“Alright, we need to spread out along this front side,” Hunter says. “Two of you go left, two go right, and I’ll take center.”

Crosshair begins to walk off to the left, and so you chime in, “I’ll take left.” Hunter nods before motioning for Tech and Wrecker to go right. You have to jog to catch up to Crosshair, which isn’t exactly easy in the snow. “Hey,” you say, reaching his side, “can we talk?”

“Seems like I’m not the only one to not notice things,” he replies with a bitter tone.

“What? What am I not noticing?”

“That we are currently on a mission,” he says, stopping to look at you briefly as he speaks, “not a couples therapy appointment.”

You let out a huff and fold your arms, giving him the same look you know he’s giving you under his helmet. “Just because we’re on a mission, you can’t talk to me?”

“I’d rather keep my mind focused on what’s important,” he replies before turning and heading off again. You clench your jaw and follow, but not as quickly, allowing some space to fall between the two of you.

“I’ve reached a good spot,” you state blandly over the comms, and Hunter replies that he has as well. Crosshair gives a brief acknowledgement that he’s in a secure spot while Wrecker and Tech make it to their positions.

“Looks like your pressure plate alarm has the defenses up and ready,” Wrecker comments lightly, “lucky for us, these puny little guards won’t stop us.”

“The guards might not, but there’s a good fight to be had against the cannons,” Crosshair replies. “I can see at least three, and quite a few sniper towers.”

“Crosshair, you focus on taking out those sniper towers,” Hunter says, “y/n, you focus on getting close to those cannons and destroying them. Tech and I can handle the ground defenses while Wrecker, you can lay down the blast charges. When we’re all done, we’ll meet back up at the spot we climbed up.”

You glance over to where Crosshair is before taking off, igniting your lightsaber at the last moment before the droids start shooting at you. The cannons are located towards the center of the base, so you have a lot to get through in order to reach them.

Hunter and Tech do their part by clearing out a lot of the droids. Hunter provides you with cover while Wrecker is covered by Tech, and occasionally there’s a covering shot provided by Crosshair from across the base. “I’m taking my chance,” you tell Hunter before sprinting over and hiding behind the cannon. You quickly take out the minigun on the underside before running around to slice off the muzzle. Droids pop out of seemingly nowhere and you take care of them easily before rejoining Hunter.

“I’ll cover you to the next one, but then you’ll be on your own,” he says.

“Alright, let’s go, then,” you reply before the two of you run off to the next one. You take this one down just as easily, and after you’re done Hunter runs back to the center while you head off to the far right side. Tech uses one blaster to cover you while the other blaster covers Wrecker as you run by, but soon after he’s back to covering just Wrecker, and you’re on your own.

The droids are less concentrated over here, thanks to Tech and Wrecker having already come through, but there are still a good amount protecting the cannon. They haven’t spotted you yet, so you sneak around some rubble and make your way behind them. You use the force to grab something off to the side and make it rattle, and the majority of them walk over to investigate. “Now I got you, suckers,” you mumble as you throw both of your hands out and push the cannon over on top of them. Then you jump out and take care of the rest of the droids before cutting off the minigun and the front muzzle of the cannon. “Cannons are all clear,” you say over the comms.

“Good,” Hunter replies, “Crosshair, Wrecker, and I are already almost back to the cliff. Tech is on his way too, you’re the last one there.”

“Might wanna hurry it up,” Wrecker warns, “these explosives are on a timer, and it’s getting close.”

You don’t bother to respond, instead just breaking into a sprint. A stray droid must have escaped being destroyed, because you’re shot and knocked to the ground. “Shit,” you say, looking at your leg briefly. It isn’t bad, but it won’t be fun to run on. “Tech, would you be able to give me a lift? I don’t think I’ll make it far enough in time.”

“I’m on my way,” he replies, and you see him turn around with the jetpack and start speeding towards you. You push yourself up and run a bit more, trying to help get distance, but you don’t go far before his arms wrap around you and lift you up. Once you’re safely in his arms, you look at him with a smirk. “Did I tell you how cute you look today?”

“Did I tell you how many stupid things you’ve said today?” he shoots back, and you huff and roll your eyes.

“I was just trying to lighten the mood.”

“You can lighten the mood when we’re all back on the-” Before he could finish his sentence, the explosions go off, and the shockwave they create sends you flying out of Tech’s grip and towards the cliff. You try to stop your body from rolling, but the effort isn’t enough. You feel the ground drop away underneath you, and all you can do is scream out as you feel yourself begin to plummet. Tech barely catches himself with his jetpack as he falls, and you can hear yelling over the comms as you try and right your body to be able to stop yourself. Your body won’t stop twisting around, legs and arms uncontrollably flinging through the air. You catch a glimpse of the ground rushing towards you, and take a final steadying breath, closing your eyes.

With only mere feet before you crash into the ground, you’re able to maneuver into a position and throw your arms out, softening your landing. Your legs crumble under you when you land, and you hold yourself up on shaky arms and knees. “Are you okay?” Tech asks as he runs over to you. You nod, grabbing his hand as he helps you up. “I am sorry for letting go of you.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you reply, “the blast knocked me out of your grasp. I’m just glad we both were able to land safely.” You turn and see the others walking over as well. “And I’m glad you all got down safely as well.” Crosshair had moved to stand beside you, and you can hear his heavy breathing through his helmet. You decide not to say anything though, instead turning around and taking his hand in yours as you all begin your way back to the ship.

“That droideka trickshot was pretty good,” Hunter says, “I think it even topped the base explosion.”

“What? No way!” Wrecker argues, pushing his way to your side. “My explosion was much cooler!”

“Well, seeing as how we were not able to get a good view of it, and how it almost killed me and y/n, I will have to agree with Hunter that Crosshair’s droideka trickshot was more impressive, and topped your base explosion.”

“Wha-no fair!”

You hear Crosshair give a light chuckle under his helmet as his fingers tighten slightly around yours. “Sorry, Wrecker. I’m with the others on this one,” you say.

“Not you too!” Wrecker cries.

“Don’t worry Wrecker, I barely get to top him,” you add, flashing him a smirk as you walk beside him. It takes him a second to understand what you mean, but when he does, he gives you a disgusted look and walks faster, getting away from you. You just laugh at his reaction and link your arm with Crosshairs, who looks down at you lovingly from behind his helmet.

Once you reach the ship, you take off your heavy coat and boots and pop into the refresher, running your hands under hot water to warm your body. A knock on the door is followed by Crosshair crowding in, and he leans against the door when it closes again.

“So, about earlier,” he starts, and you let out a sigh as you turn the water off and dry your hands.

“Look, Cross, I’m sorry. What I said, it was completely uncalled for. And I meant it when I said that he figured it out on his own. But I also did my best to hide things from you, because I didn’t want you to piece it together like he did. So blaming you for not paying attention was a low blow, and I’m sorry.”

“So there’s not some little thing going on between you and Tech?” he asks, and your eyes widen as you give him a look as if he’s crazy.

“Me and Tech? Are you kidding? I mean, I guess he’s the best looking after you, but really?”

“Well, with how the two of you have been acting today,” he says, shrugging as he finishes.

“I’d never be with Tech,” you assure him, “and I’d never cheat on you. Maybe I cheat in games and competitions, but that’s it. I love you, Crosshair. And I’ve never loved anyone like this before, and I won’t love anyone else this way.”

“Promise?” he asks, and you smile softly at him.

“I promise, Crossy.”

He huffs and rolls his eyes before stepping forward and pulling you into his arms. “I’m sorry for arguing with you again, Princess.”

“It’s okay. And I promise this is the only secret I’m keeping from you. This project, I mean.”

“I’ll try and be more patient.”

“Don’t worry. I have plans to tell you soon, when the time is right. It’s coming up.”

“Is it a special occasion?” he asks, pulling back to look at you.

“Well, sorta,” you say, “it’s hard to explain. But there is a certain date that is perfect to tell you. Don’t worry, you’ll understand.”

“Alright, I trust you,” he replies with a soft smile. You return the expression and begin leaning in for a kiss, but both of you jump back when a fist pounds on the door.

“Stop making out in there, some of us have to use the refresher too!” Wrecker yells.

“I guess we should let him in,” you sigh.

“Hmm,” Crosshair hums before leaning back down and kissing you. “Now we can.” You just smile and roll your eyes, letting him head out first. Wrecker runs in after, locking the door before the fan is heard turning on.

The trip back goes smooth and quick, as most of you fall asleep and don’t notice the time go by. But once you land, the boys are eager to go out and celebrate another successful mission. You excuse yourself to head back to your quarters to change into a more comfortable outfit as the boys get themselves ready for a night on the town. When you meet back up with them, Crosshair is in a fruit-print button up shirt, with the top three buttons undone. Wrecker is in a sleeveless tee, Tech in a plain colored button up, and Hunter in a tank-top.

You all walk out together onto the street where Hunter hails a taxi big enough for all of you. Crosshair helps you climb in before joining you in the back, along with Wrecker who expresses his annoyance with having to sit with the ‘love porgs’. Hunter and Tech sit in front of you and Tech tries to tell the droid how to fly to get to 79s the fastest.

Crosshair’s arm is resting behind your shoulders as you hand rests on his inner thigh. You catch a glimpse of him biting a bit hard on his toothpick when you put your hand there, and you smirk to yourself at his reaction. The ride is filled with small talk between the five of you, and soon enough you’re at the infamous clone bar.

You sit next to Crosshair at the bar, who turns and talks to Hunter, continuing a conversation they had started on the ride over. You hold your drink in your hand and watch the room as clones dance around and laugh. It reminds you of all the nights you’d come down here with your own battalion, with Sans always trying to get you to dance, and Steele and his boyfriend hitting on any lady who might want to join them for the night, while Tie ran off with his own boyfriend for the night. You’re too busy being in your mind that you don’t notice at first when a clone walks over and sits by you.

“What's a pretty jedi like you doing in a clone bar?” he asks, gaining your attention. You raise an eyebrow at him, about to give a snarky reply when you feel an arm wrap around you.

“Watch it,” Crosshair sneers at him, giving him a deadly stare to emphasize his words.

“Just trying to chat up a lady,” the clone responds innocently.

“Yeah, we’ll this lady is taken,” Crosshair shoots back, gripping your waist tighter, practically pulling you into his lap. The clone throws up his hands in surrender and gets up to walk away, mumbling to himself about the ‘defect squad’.

“Someone’s territorial,” you tease, looking at Crosshair who was still watching the clone retreat back to his friends.

“Only when it comes to what’s most important to me,” he replies, turning back to look at you. “And what’s mine.” You feel yourself blush slightly at his words before he pulls you fully onto his lap and wraps his arms around your waist, locking lips with you. You smile into the kiss, bringing your hands up, one going to wander through his hair while the other holds his cheek. He bites your lip and tugs it playfully, earning a small squeal from you.

“Ahh, get a room, you two!” Wrecker says from across the bar. You giggle as you pull away to look at him. He’s pretending to gag at what you were doing, making a group of ladies giggle at his side.

“Grow up, Wrecker,” Crosshair calls, “we all know you’re just jealous.” The last word drips from his mouth slowly, causing you to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“Yeah, right. I’ve got all these ladies at my side tonight,” he laughs, and his arms wrap around as many of them as he can reach, “maybe we should go get a room.”

“I already have one, and it’s got a king sized bed,” a Rodian woman giggles, and Wrecker grins as he gets off his seat, takes a last swig of his drink, and escorts the women out to get a taxi.

“Who knew Wrecker was such a player,” you say, but Crosshair doesn’t respond to your comment.

“You know, getting a room doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” he whispers in your ear.

“No, it doesn’t,” you agree, climbing off of his lap. He wraps an arm around your waist as he throws some credits on the counter, then leads you out of the bar. He quickly pulls you over to the nearest hotel, not bothering to find anywhere fancy, and asks the employee for the closest room available.

“Actually,” you interject, “give us the farthest available room.” The employee nods before giving you your key card. You turn and smirk at Crosshair, who was eyeing you with slight annoyance.

“What are you playing at, Princess?” he asks.

“You sir,” you start while walking towards the elevators, “need to learn some patience.”

You glance over your shoulder at him as you get in, only to see him quickly press the top floor button and look back at you sinisterly. “Oh, I know how to be patient,” he says, getting closer to you, “I think it’s you who needs to learn how to wait.” Your bodies are dangerously close to each other when you feel the elevator stop, indicating that you’re on your floor. You quickly leave and find your room at the very far end of the hotel.

***

You open the door and walk in, and the second the door closes, Crosshair's hands are already pulling your shirt over your head and discarding it across the room. Your hands reach up and pull apart his shirt, and you barely notice the sound of a few buttons popping off and bouncing across the floor.

Crosshair grabs your waist and guides you backwards until you’re pressed against the wall. His kisses trail down your neck to your collarbone, leaving sparks of heat in their path. You bite back a soft moan when his lips meet that utterly sweet spot, making your knees weak. The fanning of his breath across your skin tells you that he found it amusing, and you decide to get back at him.

You guide him back up to your face and connect your lips in a heated kiss. Your hand then trails down his neck, to his chest, then down to the tops of his pants. Your fingers toy with the button, and you feel him grind forward slightly, clearing asking you to do something. You slowly unzip them and find his hardening cock still protected by his undergarments. You feel him tense slightly under your touch as you palm at him. His breath hitches as you pull it out, hand already gripping it firmly. You pull away from his lips and look at him, seeing the questioning look on his face.

“What are you doing, cyar’ika?” He quietly asks. You don’t respond, but kneel down before him, and while keeping eye contact, you slowly lick from the base of his cock to the tip. You watch his eyes fill with something wild as you do this. You repeat the action, this time bringing your lips together at the top. You watch his surprised expression closely as you let him fill your mouth up, going all the way to the base before you pull back.

“My, cyar’ika, you’re still full of pleasant surprises,” he groans as you repeat your action. You hum in response, making him clench his fist that he’s using for balance against the wall. The sight of him so weak for you made something swirl deep inside your body, and you could feel your own arousal growing by the second.

When you reach a hand up to massage his balls, his hips give an involuntary jerk forward, causing you to gag slightly. “Sorry,” he blurts out quickly, but you pull back and surprise him with your response.

“Do it again.” He stares down at you blankly, so you prompt him again. “Thrust your cock down my throat and fuck me like that.” He doesn’t waste another second to question you, and does as you say. He starts off slow, not wanting to hurt you, but eventually you encourage him to go faster.

“Kark…” he mutters, head falling against his arm as he looks down at you, still on your knees. “What…are you trying to do to me…” A hum vibrates around him, and he lets out another deep groan as your cheeks hollow out. “Kriff…feels s’good…shoulda tried this sooner…” His free hand slips down to hold the back of your head, pushing it forward slightly as he thrusts into your mouth. Your free hand has gone down between your thighs, massaging yourself through your pants, trying to get a bit of relief for yourself.

“I’m…getting close,” he warns, and you quicken your pace, causing him to match his to yours. You glance up and watch as he throws his head back, his veins in his neck straining as he clenches his jaw. You feel him stutter and stop, releasing inside your mouth. He moves a few more times after he regains himself, riding out his orgasm before pulling out and stumbling back to sit on the edge of the bed.

You look up at him, feigning innocence as he watches his juice drip down the side of your mouth. You slowly wipe it with your finger before sticking it in your mouth, still holding his gaze. You then crawl over and lick the rest up off of him before you stand up again. You see the absolute hunger and desire in his eyes as he gazes at you in awe. “I think it’s time you return the favor,” you reply while pushing him back against the mattress.

He quickly scoots back further, and you slip out of your pants and crawl over him. You lean down and kiss him deeply, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth and his hands to trail over your body. When you break apart, both of you pant heavily as you catch your breaths. You watch as a smirk comes over his lips and he adjusts his head slightly, placing a pillow under it and getting more comfortable. “Ready to take your seat?” he asks, and you bite your tongue as you flush at the suggestion.

“On your face?” you ask hesitantly, and he lets out a small chuckle.

“Princess, where else would I want you to sit?” he asks, his hands resting on your waist, urging you forward slightly. You swallow hard before letting him guide you up, and feel another tingling in your core when he lets out a shameful sound. When he motions for you to lower yourself down, you oblige, but you aren’t prepared for how he dives in completely.

You let out your own shameful sound as his tongue works wonders on you. You barely notice when he slips his fingers in. He does so gently, and his eyes widen as he lets out a small chuckle. “If I knew you were going to be throbbing this much,” he almost growls, “I would have teased you longer.” You don’t give a response, instead letting your hips jerk forward in order to help him reach that special spot inside.

He begins to slowly work his fingers in you, causing small moans to leave your lips. His tongue returns to your core, making sure your clit doesn’t miss out on any stimulation. His free hand rubs up and down your side, soothing you as he prepares to ruin you. You let out a whine when he leans back to watch his fingers work. “Something wrong, Princess?” he asks teasingly, and you open your mouth to respond but are cut off when he slips his hand from you and pulls you back down onto his face.

You fall forward again, holding yourself up with shaky arms against the wall. He groans against you, sending vibrations over your arousal. Involuntarily, your hips buck forward again, and another lewd moan slips out of you. His pace slows again, and you open your eyes to glare down at him. There’s a mischievous glint in his eyes, and you open your mouth to ask what it’s about, but are interrupted by his next action.

Crosshair pulls you away before guiding you down to lay on your back, and once you’re settled, he plunges his tongue and fingers back in. His actions are almost harsh and entirely pleasurable. When you open your eyes, you look down to see his own hips rutting against the bed, and the sight of him being so desperate sends a wave of heat through your body. “C-Crosshair,” you stutter out, “want you…inside…”

“My fingers are inside already, cyar’ika,” he responds, but you shake your head. He stops his hip movements and grins up at you. “Not until you finish without it.” You let out a whine, after which he pulls his fingers out of you and uses them to quiet you down. Your eyes roll back and you suck harshly on them, and his tongue goes back down to your clit. Then the feeling of his lips pursing around you and then sucking pulls you back to reality, and you feel as though all the energy in your body rushes down to your core before exploding through your veins.

Loud, obnoxious sounds leave your mouth and your core, but you don’t care at this point. The wet sounds bouncing off the walls are barely heard over your moans. Crosshair’s own quiet groans reverberate around, and only after you push him away from over stimulation do you quiet down.

“Kriff…” you mutter, a hand falling to your chest as he lays beside you. “So…good…”

“You’re telling me,” he replies, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Tell me when you’re good to go again.”

“Now,” you reply almost instantly, propping yourself up. “I’m ready now.” He just chuckles at your eagerness, sitting up as well before leaning over you and pressing his lips to yours. Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck as he positions himself, and a nip on your bottom lip is the only warning you get before he pushes in.

“Karking hells,” he gasps, “m’never gonna get used to that.”

“Don’t want’chya to,” you reply, biting your lip as he sinks his hips into yours. You share one more kiss before he begins to move again, and you instantly match your pace to his. It doesn’t stay slow for long, and before you know it, you’re crying out his name as he’s biting onto your shoulder, both of you trying not to let go too soon.

“Cross,” you moan out, hands running down his back to try and pull him impossibly closer.

“No,” he growls back at you, “say my full name.” He thrusts into you again, hitting everywhere you need him to be. It’s amazingly overwhelming, and you can barely even tell if you’re on Coruscant or off somewhere in the force.

“Crosshair,” you moan, louder this time. That seems to please him, as he slips a hand down between your bodies to massage your already oversensitive clit. You jerk your hips up, heavy breaths turning into whimpers below him.

“Kark…” he bites out, his hips quickening again before he pulls himself out quickly. “Knees,” he blurts out, and you roll over and push yourself up for him. He pushes back in almost immediately, and he barely holds himself up before dropping down and letting his chest press into your back. The position creates a whole new feeling of euphoria, but you don’t want it to end, so you keep holding yourself back. Crosshair’s hot breath fans across your neck, and you shiver at the feeling. His hand slips around again to keep massaging your clit, and you cry out again as he thrusts deep and hard. His chest rises and falls quickly against your back, and when you feel him push himself back up, you know he’s close.

“Can’t…hold back…much longer,” he hisses through clenched teeth. His groans are desperate, and his movements accentuate how much he needs to let go. You push yourself up onto your elbows and he stops, pulling out as you roll back over.

“Wanna watch you,” you pant out before he leans down to kiss you as he pushes back in. He pulls back, and you both watch each other as your ends come. You lose yourself first, and grip tight to his arms on either side of you, chest arching up as your body shakes and trembles in euphoria. You can hear the lewd sign of your release, and when you open your eyes, Crosshair squeezes his shut as he stops and lets out a long, deep groan. His hips shove themselves forward as far as they can go, and you gently run your hands along his arms as he moves again, riding his high out.

He stops moving once both of your bodies calm down, and rests his forehead against yours as he holds himself up, catching his breath. You feel him twitch inside you, and he winces slightly before slowly easing himself out, and down onto the bed next to you. “I’ll get a towel in a second,” he says, but you just smile at him before using the force to bring one to you. “Or that works.”

You sit up and lean over to kiss him before cleaning both of your bodies, discarding the towel off to the side somewhere. Crosshair props himself up and looks at you quizzically before speaking. “Should we clean up in the refresher?”

“That sounds like a good idea,” you reply, “maybe a nice bath?”

“On it,” he says, slipping from the bed and making his way over.

***

You frown to yourself as you watch him walk. Maybe you should tell him to start doing some squats so you have something nice to look at as he walks away.

As he gets the bath ready, you make the room look a bit nicer, fixing the sheets and putting the pillows back into place. As you’re about to go join him, you hear a knock on the door. “Hello,” you say as it opens to reveal a hotel worker.

“Hello, I was sent up to tell you that we received some noise complaints about your room. If you could try and be a little quieter, that would be greatly appreciated.”

“Oh,” you say, your face instantly heating, “yeah, sorry.”

“It’s alright, have a good night,” she says before walking away.

“Guess I should have found a way to keep you quiet,” Crosshair chuckles from behind you. His hands go to your waist as he leans down and kisses your cheek.

“Oh, shut up,” you say, “get back in there, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Yes, Princess,” he says, shooting you a cocky grin before walking back into the refresher, with you following close behind.

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kemendin · 1 year

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Poking at my Ilum fic again! Khel is not a fan of small enclosed spaces, poor guy.

“Don’t worry, my lord. I’ll go first.”

He shrugged his survival pack a little higher on his shoulders before turning sideways and easing himself into the shadows of the frozen crevice. “It’s actually quite tall,” he called encouragingly back to Khel, as he tilted his head back to have a look. “Just a bit narrow.”

“Don’t tell me how narrow, Quinn.” Khel took several deep, shivering breaths to steel himself, and with the air of someone trying to force their way forward against a driving wind, he ducked inside after his partner.

After only a few steps, his slender form was already fraught with tension, his eyes darting wildly around, seeking escape. The Sith was usually so controlled, so composed; seeing him in any lesser state made Quinn feel rather awkward, like he’d accidentally intruded on some intimacy that was never intended to be seen. And truthfully, he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Was it appropriate to offer further reassurance, physical or otherwise? Or should he act as Khel so often did, carrying on without shining a spotlight on the other man’s discomfort?

He was spared prolonged agonising over this, however, as Khel gripped hard at his partner’s arm, and automatically Quinn turned towards him.

“We’re alright, my lord,” he said without thinking - a bit tentatively, true, but he meant it all the same.

#swtor #malavai quinn #sith warrior #swtor oc #swtor:khel #kem oc #kem writes #surrrre tagging it with tags why not #otp: servants of the empire

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passable-talent · 2 years

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here it is :)

ANAKIN SKYWALKER X GN!READER

RETURN: part 3 | part 2 | part 1

You were familiar with your walls, with the rage that tamped down your guilt and sadness and regret. It was like a muscle, held at attention for so long, that you don’t even notice it anymore. You could suppose. . . yes, there was something else like that. You could feel it; it was like someone had just drawn attention to your shoulders being raised. You had to consciously decide to let it relax and let your mind fall.

You felt Yoda’s presence in your mind first, a sky blue, soft like a warm spring day. Slowly, though, others joined him. You could recognize some- Qui-Gon’s muddy green, Obi-Wan’s brilliant gold. You thought you could even place some of the others, like the purple that you couldn’t help but feel belonged to Master Windu.

There wasn’t anything, for a moment, beyond their presence in your mind, tangled within you in a way that nothing had ever been. Foreign, but knitted into your DNA just as tightly as your own presence was. You weren’t sure you’d be able to draw the line between you and them if you’d been asked.

You felt an instinct to start showing them memories from the beginning. Or was it a suggestion?

So you thought of your childhood. There was of course training when you were a youngling, but there was freedom, too. You remember how excited you were, whenever you could spend time with Obi-Wan. When you were five, you would chase after him as he walked through the Jedi temple, barraging him with questions about his missions and his training. You had been so excited to become a padawan, especially after you’d spent enough time with Obi-Wan’s master, simply by following Obi-Wan around. Qui-Gon would ruffle your hair and drop his wisdom on you, always with a smile and a hand on your shoulder. His praise meant more to you than anything.

When you were nine, Qui-Gon invited you to walk around the gardens of the temple, and told you that he intended to recommend Obi-Wan be given the trials when they returned from their mission to the Naboo system. And when Obi-Wan succeeded, as Qui-Gon was so sure he would, he promised you that he’d take you to Ilum.

All you wanted in the world was to be his padawan. But their mission changed the galaxy, didn’t it?

They came back with Anakin Skywalker, who joined your crèche. News of Obi-Wan’s trials being completed by the defeat of the first Sith in generations came to you not from your friend or your future master, but through the gossip of the temple. You hadn’t heard anything from Obi-Wan or from Qui-Gon in weeks when you were brought before the council.

The masters know this story. They know how Qui-Gon’s focus pivoted from the youngling he’d nurtured to the child he’d found. It’s why they ignored his wishes and gave Anakin to Obi-Wan. Your mind moves forward through time.

Surprisingly, you pause on memories of your relationship with Anakin, which you hadn’t intended to show to the masters. It isn’t until you smell blood that you realize that it isn’t you who is bringing it to mind; it’s the council, looking for it. And you’re resisting.

But you lower your walls again. They know, so there’s no use in hiding it.

You slip through time, your memories flashing by of running with Anakin, sparring with him, meeting in the halls and being closer than you should’ve. Shame burns at your ears, knowing that in each one of these memories, you break the code. There’s emotion and passion, here, much more than the code allows. And yet, the memories pass by, one after the other, not pausing or dwelling on any. You’d think they’d want something more damning, but. . .

You blink, and surrounding you is the landscape of Boirru, just as it looked nine years ago. The planet is rocky and in most places temperate, but the oceans are centered around the poles, making the equator a solid band of arid rock. You, along with your master, Obi-Wan, and Anakin, had been sent to provide humanitarian aid to a small village whose moisture farms hadn’t been as prosperous this year, to bring water to the village and see if there was anything else you could do. You had no reason to suspect that pirates were stalking the town and siphoning the water sources.

And you had no reason to suspect that they were going to chase you away from your ship, pinning you by a cliffside. For all your faults, for all the skills you hadn’t yet grown by twelve years old, you could manage to stand beside Anakin and deflect blaster shots with little failure, flanked on either side by Jedi knights. You hissed as a few grazed your skin, only barely dodged, but things could be going worse.

Until, of course, the pirates launch a thermal detonator toward you.

The world slowed down, halting on its axis. Qui-Gon stepped back and lifted a hand toward it, Obi-Wan gasped, Anakin threw an elbow over his face. And yet, when it detonated, Obi-Wan flew backwards and cracked unconscious against a boulder not far away, and Qui-Gon, using the force, only skidded back on his feet.

You and Anakin weren’t so lucky. Standing closer, the blast knocked Anakin to the ground, and sent him rolling back toward the cliff. You didn’t roll, but slid, desperately grabbing at the dusty stone to try to slow you down. It didn’t work- and you only slowed when your fingertips caught at the edge of the cliff, now terrifyingly suspended over a drop that you couldn’t even guess the depths of. Anakin came to rest with half of his torso tipping over the edge, head limp and laying slack.

“Master!” You shouted, flooded with adrenaline, terrified. Anakin was slipping. So were you. You heard more blaster fire, but with your arms and shoulders fully extended, you couldn’t see what was happening. You tried to readjust, but the fine powder on the stone offered no grip. You called out again, terror bringing tears to your eyes, feeling each knuckle give over the edge of the cliff.

“Please!” You gave one final scream, only the barest of your fingers left gripping stone, and in the final moment before you fell, you saw Qui-Gon over the edge, grabbing Anakin’s shirt and pulling him back from the edge. He didn’t even look at you in your final instant before plummeting.

You were unconscious for a long time, when you landed. And while your memories of Anakin had gone quickly, like they were being sifted through, this stuck like it was happening in real time. Nothing dulled the pain, not even the all-consuming fear of being paralyzed. You couldn’t move your legs, your face felt numb, and there was no respite from the sun. You didn’t sleep, you couldn’t eat. You could barely breathe, more and more convinced that any of the chittering you heard at night was a canyon crawler coming to eat you. Your saber was gone.

Dooku found you after you’d lied awake through two nights. You recognized him immediately, as your grandmaster and as a former Master. He came across you, quickly mobilizing to save you with reassurance and genuine concern. He had you seen by a med-droid within minutes of finding you, and sat at your bedside once you were healed enough to no longer require a bacta tank. You confided in him, told him of all the things you’d been through. You were fully honest to him, omitting details of your love for Anakin, but nothing else.

You stayed with him for as long as you needed to heal. After that, you had nowhere to go. Your grandmaster was going to be the safest place, and he offered that you didn’t need to go back. He could take over your training, being a former master, and he felt that you had been mistreated by the Jedi. Just as he had.

You didn’t know you were falling for two years, a slow descent into the Dark. By then, the carefully fed flames festering in your stomach were ready to let you accept any training given to you, anything that would help you stop feeling the pain that being abandoned by your master instilled you with.

Betrayal turned to rage, just to keep yourself sane, to keep yourself from crumbling. You held hatred for the Jedi Order and for Qui-Gon Jinn deep in your heart for years, letting it fuel every drop of blood you spilled. You cursed it when you slipped up in your training and found yourself bruised, you screamed it in battles and to the interior of your ship as you piloted through superatomospheric fire fights. You whimpered it with gritted teeth whenever the cold terror of a drop stretching out before you reminded you of how it felt to fall. This hatred propped you up, keeping you standing under the weight of all you’d done and all you’d lost for nine years. Until you met Anakin in a Republic transmission base, and you crumbled anyway.

The memory of that night, only a day ago, fades from vibrancy as you watch through it. Light blues lose their saturation, then violets, then goldenrod yellows, until the whole memory feels greyer. It takes you a moment to realize that what you experienced was the council, leaving your mind.

You open your eyes to the council room. Yoda’s gaze remains on the floor, even with his eyes open, and you wait for him to speak.

“Thank you, Padawan (L/N),” he says, not looking at you. “Go, you may.”

You stand and turn toward the door at your back, and sitting between is Qui-Gon Jinn, with tears running down his face, an expression of horror and deep regret looking up at you. You step past him and out the door.

Anakin waits just outside. As soon as you step through the door, he brings you to his side, surrounding you in his midnight blue. You lean your head against his shoulder as he guides you to benches not far from the council room, and you sit down gratefully, letting his cloak warm you while he keeps his hand on your back.

“How’d it go?”

“Not any worse than I expected, I guess,” you tell him, closing your eyes. It doesn’t feel all that bad. Experiencing everything all over again brought back to mind how much it had hurt to fall from the light, but you’d lived with that pain for long enough that you don’t feel any different than you felt this morning.

Qui-Gon’s face sticks in your memory, though. What had prompted that reaction from him? He looked so deeply in pain, so terribly lost in something you couldn’t have possibly expected.

All this time, the Qui-Gon Jinn that existed in your mind was cold, heartless. He turned away from you and toward Anakin and never came back, his care for you withering and dying as soon as the Chosen One appeared. Was there something. . . you couldn’t fathom if there was something deeper, something within him that was beyond the interpretation you’ve had since you were nine years old.

The soft sounds of the ventilation of the temple do nothing to fill the questions of your mind. You sit with Anakin, and after a moment or two consider leaving, but you were in a cell up until now, and you’ve received no instructions on whether or not you should be returning to it. So you stay with Anakin, waiting for what felt like hours but must’ve been only twenty minutes or so as the council discusses.

It’s not Qui-Gon or Obi-Wan or even Yoda who comes to collect you. Master Windu crosses the threshold of the council room, and his gaze is not judgemental nor approving when he finds your head on Anakin’s shoulder and his cloak around you. He nods you back into the council room, and when Anakin stands to follow, Windu doesn’t stop him.

The council has found their seats again, and so you stand in the center of the room with Anakin just behind you, his dark, cool blue surrounding you and keeping you safe from the prying eyes of the sith. Master Yoda clears his throat.

“Padawan (L/N),” he begins, wringing his fingers over his cane, “decided, the council has, that a threat to the Jedi you are not.” You breathe out like you never thought you’d taste air again.

“That being said,” Mace Windu continues, “reformed or not, you are still a betrayer to the Republic. Your punishment for those crimes falls under our jurisdiction. You are not forgiven.”

You suppose you deserve that.

“You will be given adequate training to develop the skills to guard your mind,” Master Windu continues. “Until then, you will continue to have round-the-clock protection. You will be updated at a later time as to what your future holds. For now, you will be returning to your cell.”

Anakin takes you back down to the detention level of the temple. You don’t make much conversation, stunned by your acceptance and stung by your lack of forgiveness. The latter was much easier to accept than the former.

You laid down on your cot when you reached it, and Anakin took a seat beside you, slowly running his fingers through your hair, detangling it gently simply because his fingers had nothing else to do.

The door of your cell opens to Qui-Gon Jinn. Anakin leaves quickly, abandoning you to sitting, staring, at the mentor who abandoned you. And who sobbed in front of you after seeing it through your eyes.

“(Y/N),” he says, slowly kneeling down in front of you, “I don’t know if there’s anything enough in the galaxy I could say that would make me worthy of your forgiveness.” You say nothing, letting him suffer in his regret. You don’t have the dark side to pull on anymore, but that doesn’t mean you have kindness to extend to him.

“Watching that, feeling the way that you did. . . I never should have treated you that way. It was horrible of me and you deserved so much better. If I had just. . .” He lets out a breath, reaching behind himself. From behind him, he pulls out a lightsaber: yours.

The saber he had helped you fashion when you were eleven years old. The saber that housed the cyan crystal you’d journeyed into Illum to find. The saber you’d lost on Boirru.

“I found it in that canyon; I thought you dead. Anakin and Obi-Wan, they were in such poor condition that I worried about leaving them to go find you, but that was. . . it was the wrong decision. If I had gone, just a few hours sooner, I might’ve found you.” He lowers his head, looking at the saber in his palms. “But I’m not sure I would’ve been such a good master for you, even after that day. I think that this, all of this, might be the will of the force. You deserved better than to grow as my padawan. At least this way, you got to learn from someone else.”

“I didn’t deserve to lay, dying, at the bottom of a canyon for two days and two nights.”

“No, (Y/N), of course not-”

“I didn’t deserve to have my last sight being my master, saving someone else’s life over my own.”

Qui-Gon goes silent.

“I didn’t deserve this, Qui-Gon. None of this. I didn’t deserve to have the master who had taken interest in me suddenly turn away. I didn’t deserve to be compared to the Chosen One and favored less than him. I didn’t deserve to be manipulated by my grandmaster into becoming a Sith and being forced to live with the blood on my hands. And even now, I don’t deserve to still wish I had your approval. I don’t deserve to have to grapple with whether or not I should even accept this apology. I’m not sure I even deserve to have to hear it.”

“You don’t,” he finally concedes, turning over the hilt of your saber in his hand. “You do, though, deserve to come to peace with all of it. You’ve spent your time in the dark. You deserve to rest in the light. I promise you that I will do everything I can in the council hall to make sure you get the opportunity.”

Qui-Gon stands, slowly, groaning softly with the exertion. He does not immediately leave, though, looking over your saber again. Without a word, he offers the hilt to you. Surprised, you hesitate for a moment before reaching out and taking it. Once you have, he disappears quickly out the door. Anakin returns a moment later, only barely stuttering at the threshold when he notices your saber.

“I didn’t know he still had that,” Anakin says as he steps to your side, letting you stay standing in the middle of the room, but now under his protection.

“I didn’t think he’d keep it,” you breathe out, closing your eyes slowly. It’s been a long time since you reached out specifically to the light side of the force. Sure, you’ve felt it, but feeling it is different than choosing to connect to it. You take a soft breath and let the sensation of holding your saber slip away in favor of reaching into it, feeling for the electrical circuits you carefully stitched as a child, and within them, your beautiful teal kyber crystal.

It feels like an old friend.

#anakin x reader #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker #star wars #star wars prequels #star wars episode iii: revenge of the sith

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