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outerrimhours · 1 year

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Fluffember Day 2

Title: Uncertainty

Pairing - Obiwan Kenobi X AFAB!Fem!Reader

Prompt - “Cry,yell, whatever. I’m not going to leave your side”

Word Count - 484

Warnings - Angst, but fluff. Also probably the worst thing I’ve written lol

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"They can’t do this Obi-wan”, you sobbed, “the council can’t abandon me like they did Ahsoka.” Crying so hard, as if your soul could bleed an ocean, you pressed your hand against the glass pane of the window. The chill a striking contrast to the way your body burned. A devastating amount of thoughts overwhelming every sense, body shaking with the disquietude of the unknown.

Obi-wan’s reflection a ghost in your peripheral as the rain outside pelted the glass harder. The agony that accompanied the fear of leaving the temple swallowed your breath and ability to breathe. You felt as if you would collapse against the floor.

“They will not abandon you, little one, I assure you”, he eased, trying to soothe the storm raging within you.

“You abandoned her too, you know,” you choked, fingers gripping the railing until knuckles turned white.

Obi-wan’s shame was brief, the faraway eyes, the heavy swallow, but returned his attention back to your own reflection in the glass.

Surely, if you weren’t so consumed by your own anguish, you could feel his own torment through the force. The regret and sorrow he felt when Ahsoka left. He vowed he would not let the same happen to you, or his own padawan. Although he too wanted to cry, allow his own heart to break, he had to be the calm in your darkness. A soothing voice for your ears.

“We all could have done more”, he replied, as if trying to convince himself more could have been done to stop her.

Your face scrunched in an ill attempt to still the tears threatening to spill over again, whipping around to face the Jedi Master. When Obi-wan couldn’t meet your eyes, you felt an almost animosity. An emotion Jedi were not allowed to feel.

“I hate them”, you seethed, throat burning, face raw with tears. Panic flickered over the man’s eyes, “Young one”, Obi-wan said sternly, “that is not the Jedi way.”

“Will you abandon me, like you did her”, you shouted, desperate to make someone feel the pain you felt, invading his space until all that stood between you was the hatred you seethed.

“No”, he shushed, hands reaching out to cup the swollenness of your cheeks, raw and aching from the bitter tears.

“You will”, you gasped.

Obi-wan forced you into his chest, arms protective and assuring, robes smelling like everything he was.

“Cry, yell, whatever! I’m not going to leave your side. I will not abandon you, little one.”

At his words, he felt the way your body released, through the force, every emotion you felt dissipating until all that was left was worry. His chest warm against your face. You sighed, hands clutching the fabric of his tunic. In that moment you stilled, the world around you continuing except in the moment you both had created. Everything safe and warm wrapped up in his arms.

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outerrimhours · 1 year

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Fluffember Day 1

Title - Rid you of the Burdens

Pairing - Boba Fett X AFAB!Fem!Reader

Prompt - “Shh, it’s okay. You’re safe here now.”

Word Count - 1,280

Warnings - Mentions of abuse, reader has been abused, feelings of fear, mistrust, sadness, anger. Angst But comforting fluff!

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“We bring you our offering, Daimyo”, The Neimoidian male grunted, shoving you to the ground in front of Mos Eisley’s new Daimyo, who sat informally on the throne. Your knees ached, surely stained with contusions, and behind the veil that shielded your face was dissociating eyes. Nothing felt real anymore, the chains around your wrist almost like everyday jewelry. Despite the dead look in your eyes, you held your chin high.

You were almost relieved you couldn’t see their eyes, face shielded with olive green durasteel, visor pointed in your direction. You were merely property being exchanged.

“What is this”, the modulated voice asked.

Your Neimoidian captors were anxious to make the exchange, the approval of the Daimyo the most important thing they could receive in return.

“A very pricey bounty. A Princess from Candovant. She would make a fine servant. Nice to look at”, he said, peeling the veil from your face. You looked past the throne, sick with the heavy feel of eyes upon your face, jaw clenched tightly.

“Leave her”, The Daimyo spoke, an edge to his tone. Patience growing thin with the Neimoidians. He rose from the throne to stare them down, “See yourselves out.”

They didn’t question their orders, knowing better than to overstay their welcome in the presence of Tattoine’s ruler. You stayed still in your spot, knees growing numb to the pressure of the floor, swallowing the dryness in your throat. You prayed the abuse would be a little less harsh as his boots approached.

You were taken aback when a gloved hand extended out to you.

“Stand”, the modulated voice requested in a softer tone, waiting for your decision. You were too tired for defiance, obeying the request and allowing your hand to rest in theirs. Bending your knees to stand allowed the pain to flood back to your aching joints and you couldn’t help but wince.

“What is your name”, he asked, retreating his hand when you were stable. Your lips were dry, cracked, and blistered from the twin suns and it took you a moment to find your voice. The name on your tongue sounding so foreign, as if it had never belonged to you.

“I am Boba Fett”, the Daimyo responded.

When he removed his helmet, you expected grotesque. Although when you were brave enough to look, you were met with honey colored eyes eyeing you with fragility. The stoic face of a warrior, somehow softened through the years when he looked over you.

“Where is your family?”

You swallowed at the question, breaking eye contact to glaze over the floor. A distant memory that still stung worse than the abuse.

“They’re dead”, you stated, voice emotionlessly hollow. A fact you had come to terms with long ago.

“Are you afraid?”

“No”, you lied, unsure of who you were truly trying to convince as the warrior’s eyes studied every expression you so desperately tried to hide. Gloved fingers moving to lift your chin.

“You’re safe here, little one. You can stay until you are comfortable enough to leave, but that is a choice only you can make. There is plenty of room to accommodate.”

Your brows furrowed in incredulity, to trust a stranger would be to be naive. Yet, what did you have to lose? You were tense, as if you would wake up and the moment would fade, but it was real. Potent and significant.

“I know your distrust. I have felt it many times, but you can only get so far without a tribe”, Boba assured.

“Okay”, you agreed, no need for elaboration. The first decision you had been allowed to make in months. You held the moment in the palm of your hand, fragile and so momentous.

“I can have Fennec show you to a room”.

You tensed at the idea of a new face, hardly trusting the one in front of you.

“Who,” you asked cautiously.

Boba was unfazed, the feeling all too familiar.

“A friend”, he replied.

“You trust her?”

Boba nodded in your direction, “With my life”, he replied.

Fennec was everything you wished you could be. You felt small in the presence of her confidence; daring and tenacious. Yet, she was kind and understanding. You were so jaded and angry, you almost hated her for no rational reason.

“Thank you”, you mumbled when she left everything you needed by the bed, shutting the door behind her.

In the expanse of the room, you were quite still. The silks and linens felt as if they would swallow you whole. Vibrant shades of red a stark contrast to your broken image. You were so dirty amongst luxury, things you hadn’t seen in years since the palace, and your hands seemed undeserving. Bathing was the first thing you needed to do, and a childlike excitement moved through you at the thought of a warm bath. You found yourself wandering over to the marbled tub, soaps molded with garden flowers at your disposal. Hot water pooled against the stone, filling quickly and steaming the room. It opened your sinuses filled so heavily with sand and dust.��

You sighed the moment you were encased in the heat of the water. Every muscle and sense relaxing into the stone, it hugged every inch of you so gently, breathing in the aroma of the soap. Pinks and reds swirling amongst the water, dried rose flaking off. You allowed your eyes to close, sinking beneath the water until you were fully submerged. Letting go of everything. The length of your hair swirled around you as you forced yourself to sink to the bottom. Silence. Stillness. To die this way would be peaceful.

Once your lungs desperately needed air, you rose. Water droplets catching on the edges of eyelashes and the tip of your nose. When you gathered yourself, stepping out onto the cold floor, the weight of the day..of the months hit you. You didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. Combing through wet tangles you stared at the stranger looking back. Shoulders heavy with burdens, eyes weary and hopeless. The clothes you slipped on too fresh and soft for comfort. It felt wrong; undeserving.

Fingertips ghosted over the fabric of the bed, peeling back layers until a perfect spot was formed for your body. You craved rest, allowing the candles to burn out and bind you to darkness. Everything was so pliable and soothing, and even if you fought off sleep it still found you.

Peace never found you though, not even in your dreams. You felt yourself suffocating, gripping the delicate sheets around you so tightly, crescents formed in the palms of your skin. Drenched, hair matting to the pillow. Screaming until your throat burned, the feel of invisible hands grabbing every corner of skin. The world had shrunken away to leave a cold void around your skin, as if you had become detached from reality until secure hands grabbed your heaving body until you sat up straight. Your panic stricken face met Boba’s unwavering eyes, hands reaching to envelope your face. Your body stilled, heart hammering away at its confines. Your breaths heavy as you searched his eyes.

“Shh”, he soothed, and you unconsciously found yourself leaning into his touch, “it’s okay, you’re safe here now.”

When you calmed, you realized the state he was in. Shirtless, sleep pants comfortably around his hips. He had woken to your screams, rushing to soothe you and in his vulnerability you allowed yourself to still. The warmth of his hands pressed so tightly against your cheeks, assuring you that no danger followed. Your hand reached to settle against his own, tears forming behind your lids. You truly were safe.

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Fluffember Day 3

Title: To Touch the Sun

Pairing - Darth Maul X AFAB!Fem!Reader

Prompt - “I cannot stand you, and yet I also cannot stand to be away from you.”

Word Count - 505

Warnings - Fight scene

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Sweat glistened against the skin of your forehead, the blue glow of your saber illuminating the wild look in your eyes. Breaths heavy, lips parted as you braced yourself in a fighting stance. Jaw set and tense as rain pelted your skin, matting your hair against your face. With every flash of lightning, Maul’s eyes were even more piercing than before, robe drenched and consumed by the darkness. Crimson glow of his blade heightening the scowl across his face. Electricity prickled through eager fingertips, tight against the hilt of your blade; waiting. When Maul struck, you blocked, blades clashing in a crackling frenzy above your head to mingle into a violent purple. Every strike met with an anticipated block, a choreographed dance of destruction.

Unable to get the upper hand, Maul growled in frustration, hating to admit he loved the challenge. For often opposites not only attract, yet make the best of battle.

“Give up girl, while you’re ahead”, he taunted.

You screamed in rage, wildly swinging the saber into his own. Maul was caught off guard by your violent indignation, stumbling slightly backwards before regaining composure.

Even in the rain, the flood of mud beneath boots, Maul remained elegant in his motions. His years of training though did not match to the sudden overcome of emotions from you. Every assault of your blade angrier, a savagery he had never witnessed from you. An annoyingly dutiful Jedi suddenly overcome with a ferocity.

Maul had never seen such a wild look in your eyes, rain catching and falling from long, sable eyelashes, falling until they met the curve of your lips. The venereal urge to lick the rain from your lips made his position vulnerable. You had the upper hand once more, chest heaving with anticipation as your blade met his by the ground, mud burning from the heat of the saber as it dug into the ground. With one swift movement, Maul had his blade pressing into yours as you blocked in front of your chest, leaning back to avoid the deafening burn, when your knee met his own as an anchor.

You knew the consequences when you extinguished your blade, but you needed to touch the sun. A bright and exciting end, you thought, to such a meaningless life. Maul was disconcerted at the sudden end.

“I cannot stand you”, you seethed, fists clenched, “And yet, I cannot stand to be away from you.”

Tears formed like the tide, threatening to spill over.

“Strike me down”, you demanded, begged almost; pleaded.

Yet there was a divine, mischievous spark in you that Maul wanted to taste.

With an abrupt douse of his blade, hilt falling to the ground, Maul’s tattooed hands grabbed the back of your head forcefully.

“Devilish”, he whispered, before cold, wet lips met your own in the most vicious way. The way you tasted on his tongue was sinful. Rain soaked every inch of you both in a shivering chill, yet your skin felt on fire. Hungry lips feasting, hands searching. Truly wicked.

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