Some people have been asking if there’ll be a part two of Trespassing. To answer your questions, I’m not sure yet. When I first planned it out, I had no intentions to write any more for it. I also didn’t expect it to be so well liked. This isn’t to say that I absolutely won’t write another part anytime. It just means that, for the time being, I have no idea where I’d go with the narrative if I were to continue with it. If any of you have some ideas you want to share, shoot me a message.
Anyway, hope you enjoy this ball of feels. Have a good day! <3
Poe ducked behind a small cottage, making sure to steer clear of the flames engulfing it. He glanced around the left side but quickly retreated again as blaster fire shot near his head.
He waited for the barrage to slow before he made a break for the sand dune up ahead. If he could just get below it, he’d get a better place for shooting back. The First Order had taken control of most the village and burned it to the ground, killing the innocent citizens in their way.
“Dameron, get back to the ship! We need to leave, now! We got what we came for!” Snap shouted into his comm. For once, Poe listened, changing his plan to try and escape instead of fight back.
“On my way.”
He sprinted up and over the dune, stopping just as he got to the bottom, taking relief in the momentary cover from blaster fire. He ran a hand through his hair, inhaling deeply to catch his breath. He took one step forward, hand gripping his trusty weapon before he was tackled to the ground by an unknown body.
Poe wrestled with the stranger to get free, only to end up pinned to the ground by his wrists, a blaster pressed to the side of his skull.
“You move a muscle and I’ll blow your brains out,” a voice growled in his ear. He waited for them to lean back so he could see their face, although he already knew who it was.
“(Y/N), what are you doing,” he asked. Her grip faltered for a moment.
“I’m helping the winning team, what are you doing, Dameron? Fighting for a rebellion that’s on the wrong side of history?” She snapped, shifting her weight so she was straddling him with her legs and holding his hands with one of her own, the other pressing the blaster to his head.
“What lies are they feeding you (N/N)?” Poe asked, incredulously. “Can you really believe that the First Order is right? You really think the rebellion isn’t justified?”
(Y/N) was quiet for a moment, eyes hard with concentration. Poe opened his mouth to speak again but she cut him off.
“The rebellion abandoned me, Poe,” she stated, voice cold and unfeeling. “They left me to die without any remorse.”
Poe tried again to interject but was stopped.
“Believe me, I’m aware that I’ve sunk pretty low, but whatever you’re going to get, you deserve,” she snarled. Poe had never seen her so angry before.
“(Y/N), stop this. This isn’t who you-”
“Quiet! I’m the bad guy here, that’s fine. It isn’t my fault that the resistance took away everything I had and then left me in the dust. The First Order will bring justice, at last, to the galaxy, don’t you understand?” (Y/N) was shaking by then, hand gripping the weapon tighter so she wouldn’t drop it. The sounds of blaster fire in the background lessened, hinting that the village being attacked had lost the battle. The First Order had succeeded in extinguishing another spark of the rebellion.
“Sweetheart, please listen. You’ve been brainwashed. This isn’t you. I can take you home, we can help you-”
“It’s time to step up or step down, and there’s only one answer for me, Dameron. I’m standing up and fighting back because I know I’m right. And I’m ready as I’ll ever be. I’ll do what I have to.” By the end of her statement, her voice was cracking and tears were filling her eyes. She seemed as if she was trying to convince herself as well as him with her words.
It hit Poe that she was remembering who she used to be. That she didn’t want to do the things she was forced to. The First Order had taken over her mind to create an emotionless soldier and she was trying to break free. He didn’t seem to sense that it could be a trap, so he trusted it.
“Baby,” Poe muttered softly. Her hand stopped pinning his, allowing him to reach up and brush a strand of her hair out of her face. She let her blaster fall to the ground as she collapsed onto his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into him. “Come back to me, sweetheart.”
“I want to go home,” she whispered, fingers tangled in his hair.
She leaned back, wiping the tears that had made their way down her cheeks. He got out from under her, sitting on the ground by her instead.
“Black Leader, where are you?” Snap’s voice asked through the comms again. Poe ignored it.
In a moment without thought, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, relishing in the feeling of her being so close again. She wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer.
Before he could notice, she reached to the ground, grabbing her blaster again. She kissed him harder, not really wanting to do what she was planning, but knowing she had to. Pulling back quickly, she brought the butt of the blaster to the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell to the ground, unconscious, ready to be taken to the main ship.
“I told you I was ready to do what had to be done,” she mumbled, wiping the back of her hand across her lips as a few stormtroopers walked over the dune to retrieve him. Kylo wanted to meet with him
I’m so sorry for disappearing for so long! I hope this short little thing can make up for that! <3
The heat was unbearable. Finn was almost ready to rip off his skin if he thought it’d cool him down for even a second. It also didn’t help that he was wearing that pilot’s jacket. Poe, that was his name. Finn wasn’t positive on whether or not he had survived the crash into Jakku.
The ex-stormtrooper trudged through the hot desert, sand finding its way into his boots. He felt something poking into his side painfully. He reached into the pocket of his new leather jacket to retrieve the nuisance.
To his surprise, what he held in his hand was a small metal disc. It was approximately the size of his palm, flat with round sides, topped off with a grand bronze lid carved with an intricate design of interlocking circles. It seemed to be some sort of holodisc. Though it looked was slightly different in appearance, it was still the kind you could record short holograms with. Maybe Finn could learn more about his rebel friend if he took a look inside.
He stopped and sat down next to a large sand dune, hoping the small amount of shade it provided could help take the edge off the heat. He wiped at the thick layer of perspiration on his brow and clicked open the disc, starting from the first recording.
The images shown popped up like a hologram, depicting a man, presumably the fighter pilot, Poe, and a lady. Poe had a hold of the woman’s hand, slowly spinning her in a circle as if the two were dancing. Just as quickly as the video had appeared, it faded to nothing.
Finn wanted to sit and watch more, but he knew he needed to continue walking or else he’d never find a place to properly rest. Or worse, he could get stuck out in the desert at night, utterly exhausted and unable to defend himself. Perfect prey for the swarms of gnaw-jars, carnivores that ran on six legs and feasted on warm blood. He stood up on shaky legs, continuing his trek, wondering about the woman with Poe.
Another hour seemed to pass (not that Finn could tell without his digitized stormtrooper gear) before he had to stop and take a breather. Against his better judgement, he opened the holodisc again, curiosity taking control.
The video started out shaky as if the recorder wasn’t holding the disc steadily when walking.
“Babe!” Poe called excitedly, finally holding the disc still.
“Yeah?” The same woman from the previous clip showed up in the hologram.
“What are we?” Poe asked, his smile was evident in his voice. The woman grinned.
“We’re pregnant,” she beamed.
“Hell yeah, we are!” Poe cheered. “So, what do you think? Boy or girl?”
“Girl,” she replied with a lopsided smirk.
“Oh, no way. Totally a boy,” Poe countered playfully.
“Wanna bet?” The woman implored, a mischievous glint in her eye that was visible even through the blue-tinted hologram. Finn could immediately tell that making wagers was a favourite activity of the couple.
“Twenty credits,” Poe said.
“You’re on,” the woman stretched out her hand. Poe reached out from behind the recorder and shook her hand before turning the disc off and ending the video.
Finn smiled for a moment, relishing in Poe’s happiness. It took a second for the horror to register in his mind, constantly sending a punch to his gut. For all he knew, Poe had died upon impact during the crash landing.
With a sinking heart, Finn continued onto the next hologram.
“You were right, (Y/N),” Poe’s voice came through before the recording even started. “It’s a girl.”
Finn paused. (Y/N). Her name was (Y/N).
“I owe you twenty credits,” Poe said as the video showed up. (Y/N) was laying in bed with a baby wrapped up in blankets in her arms. The smile on her face was the most peaceful thing Finn had seen in a long time. She looked up at the camera and blushed.
“Do you have to record everything?” She asked, brushing a lock of hair out of her face. Poe laughed softly behind the camera.
“Only the good parts,” he said, zooming in on the child in (Y/N)’s arms for a moment before zooming out again.
“Layla,” (Y/N) mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of the little human’s head.
“Layla?” Poe asked. (Y/N) nodded up at him. From that, Finn gathered that they hadn’t talked much about names for their new baby girl. “I love it. I love her.”
“She looks just like you.” (Y/N) giggled as Layla reached up and tugged on her hair with her chubby little hands.
“I bet she’ll be as smart as you, though,” Poe replied softly, reaching forward to gently run his finger against the newborn’s cheek. (Y/N) laughed again, sounding like a child who was just given a candy.
“She’ll be even smarter, what with having a pilot and a mechanic for parents and all,” she said, smile as bright and dazzling as the stars in the sky.
Poe made a hum of agreement before shutting off the recorder.
With another sigh, Finn pressed a button on the thin side of the disc, jumping to the last hologram on the device.
“You’re so adorable,” Poe said, aiming towards (Y/N), laying on the bed with a small child cuddled into her chest. It must have been an older version of Layla. She seemed around the age of three. “Both of you.”
(Y/N) looked up, pushing a lock of hair out of her face with a blush. “Stop that.”
Poe zoomed in on her face to tease her. She scowled playfully before he zoomed out to normal settings again. Little Layla stirred, rolling away from her mother’s embrace, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. She smiled up at the person behind the disc.
“Papa,” she muttered sleepily, getting up and reaching out for a hug. Poe obliged.
While pulling Layla into him, (Y/N) snatched the disc from his hands.
“You never record yourself,” she countered when he made a noise of protest. She showed him as he knelt beside the bed in what appeared to be their shared room. His face was unshaven and he was still dressed in his bedclothes. “I can’t imagine why. You’re very handsome.”
Poe laughed awkwardly, Layla still clinging to him.
“Papa, I’m hungry,” Layla said in her soft, childish, voice. Poe stood up from his kneeling position and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes while she laughed gleefully.
“Let’s get you some breakfast then, baby girl,” he smiled. Layla clawed at his loose nightshirt as he purposefully jostled her around with every step he took into the kitchen.
(Y/N) laughed behind the camera, then turned off the disc.
Finn felt an immense wave of sadness mixed with anger crash over him. Poe had looked so happy. He had a family, people he was trying to get home for. And now he was gone.
Feeling like he’d found something he shouldn’t have, like he was trespassing into unexplored regions, Finn knew he had to find (Y/N). She needed to know what happened to her lover, the father of her child.
Request(s): “Hey!!! I love Poe and ur account!!! So I was wondering if I could maybe get a Poe x reader where the reader hates Poe cuz he’s stuck up but gets to know him a bit better and starts to love him as well and gets really confused and angry? Its OK if no, but thanks!” - @nerdyemocrap
Warning(s): None (If I need to add some, let me know!)
I changed up the request just a tad bit amigo, hope you don’t mind! I really like how this turned out and my aim is for you to feel the same. <3
If one thing was true, it was that you hatedPoe Dameron. At least, that’s what you wanted people to think. It’s what you wanted everyone else to think, too. Everybody seemed to love him, with his irresistible charm and striking good looks. Your teammates liked to tease you about him being the perfect poster boy for the rebellion.
Yeah, the poster child for why no one should ever procreate, you’d think.
You despised the way he would feign humility when all he did was gloat, the way he’d walk into a room and immediately grab all the attention without even saying a word, the way he’d always grin at you with that award-winning smile. He made you want to punch a wall out of anger. Or that’s what you told yourself
More than once, he’d stolen your thunder, took the shot for you, swooped in and saved the day without being asked to. And, Maker, was he reckless. It seemed as if he never considered anyone else’s safety when in the air, it was all about him. That wasn’t something you had to lie to yourself about, though.
What made everything worse, was the fact that Poe Dameron actually made attempts to befriend you. Non-stop.
He’d walk up to you and start a conversation while you tried to fix your ship, or when you were eating dinner, or when you were in the command centre. It was like a never-ending barrage of Poe, Poe, Poe, and morePoe. Deep down, you didn’t mind it, but that didn’t mean you had to let everyone know.
“Hey (Y/N),” he walked up with a smirk as if he knew how much you didn’t like him and had decided to pester you anyway. “How’s my favourite pilot doing today?”
You scoffed. “I’m pretty sure you’re your own favourite pilot, Dameron.”
He chuckled and nodded, “I see you’re continuing the salty facade, as usual.”
You reached around for your wrench, climbing up onto the wing of your ship to tighten a couple loose panels that could cause unbalanced flight if you weren’t careful. You groaned when you realised you’d grabbed the wrong size for the bolts you were using. You glanced down to see Poe holding up the right one.
“Needing something?” He asked, smugly. You scowled, reaching down and attempted to snatch the tool from his hand. He pulled back so you couldn’t reach, tutting his tongue against the roof of his mouth to make a clicking noise.
“C’mon, Dameron, give me that,” you snapped angrily. He smiled innocently up at you.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, (Y/N),” he beamed toothily. You were about ready to leap down and smack that grin right off of him.
“Poe, now,” you demanded. His eyes held a sparkling glint as an idea struck him.
“On one condition,” he started. You rolled your eyes, sitting back on your heels.
“What?” You sighed, running a hand through your hair.
“You sit with me at dinner tonight,” he volunteered. You laughed aloud.
“In your dreams, flyboy,” you retorted, amused. He wasn’t kidding though.
“Alright, well, you can say goodbye to your tools then. I know a mechanic who could really use a new set right about now, and these all look perfect,” he teased, spinning his finger around your tool bag thoughtfully. You glared daggers at him.
“Fine,” you mumbled through gritted teeth.
“What was that?” He asked, his hand resting in the air above your bag.
“Fine, I’ll have dinner with you tonight,” you said louder. A smile broke out on his face, causing your face to heat up. You didn’t know why, but you didn’t like it. It was embarrassing.
“Perfect. I’ll meet you in the cantina later, then,” he said, reaching up to hand you the tool you needed. You frowned and watched as he sauntered away, success filling his gait with happiness while you were left defeated.
You huffed in annoyance as he finally disappeared from the hangar, leaving you to work on your X-wing.
“(Y/N)! Over here!” A voice called over the incessant chatter of the cantina. You glanced over to see Poe waving you down. You shot a desperate look over at your friend, begging them to pull you away, but all they did was push you closer to his table. You sighed, slowly treading over and slouching down on the stool.
“Good evening, sunshine,” he greeted with a smile. You nodded your hellos. Poe wasted no time in introducing you to the rest of Black Squadron. You sent them all a curt smile and quickly bit into your bread, trying your hardest to avoid speaking.
Soon enough, Poe became engrossed in a conversation with Snap, leaving you and Jessika to yourselves.
“He likes you, you know,” Jessika started. You shot her a confused glance. “He talks about you constantly. Heard many good things about you.”
“No, not from Poe you haven’t,” you laughed. Now it was Jessika’s turn to be dumbfounded.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been nothing but rude to him since we first met,” you explained. “But, I have a good reason.”
“No, no, I understand why. He’s a douche at times,” Jess smiled, taking a bite out of her own meal.
There was another awkward silence before she spoke again.
“He says you’re a good pilot, but he’d rather you be on the ground,” she said through a mouthful of food. Anger flared up inside you, the thought of him wanting you grounded causing your ears to turn red.
“Oh yeah?” You asked through gritted teeth. Jess swallowed hard to get her food down.
“Wait, not like that, he isn’t trying to say that he wants to keep you down or anything. He just knows you’re a skilled mechanic and he thinks being on base is safer than in the air,” Jessika was quick to defend him, noticing your change in attitude.
Just as soon as it had arrived, your anger subsided, leaving you wondering why in the Maker’s good galaxy would Poe Dameron want you safe on base. Before you could ask why your conversation was interrupted.
“Hey, (Y/N), did Poe ever tell you about the time he tried to ride a Runyip back on Yavin IV?” Snap laughed loudly, a smile lighting up his face. You glanced over at Poe whose face was red as a berry. Obviously, it was an embarrassing story, causing you to want to learn more.
“No, in fact, he hasn’t,” you grinned smugly over at him as Snap began to go into the storytelling zone, spilling every humiliating detail. You stared straight at Poe for the entire duration of the narrative, relishing in how miserable the cocky pilot looked. You don’t remember all of the tale, but you know it ended with a broken arm and a long lecture from Poe’s father.
Truly a tale to tell the grandchildren, you thought.
Wait, why were you thinking about grandchildren? That implied actually having kids of your own. And with Poe no less. You almost shuddered, glad you caught the error of your ways before you said something you’d regret.
After a night full of more stories, ranging from battles to childhood shenanigans, the Black Squadron decided to head to the hay for the night. You would have gone back to your quarters too if Poe hadn’t asked for you to accompany him on a nighttime stroll around the base
You almost declined, but the look of hope on his face prevented you from doing so. Thinking back on it, you wondered what the kriff had gotten into you. You’d never been affected by him before, so why now? What was happening to you? Were you actually starting to let yourself like him? Once again, you pushed away the thought. No way, no how, would you ever enjoy the presence of Poe Dameron, the most stuck-up pilot the Resistance had to offer. It wasn’t a smart thing to do in any way, shape, or form.
“So, am I ever going to get an explanation as to why you hate me so much?” He asked after a few moments of walking. His words froze you to the core, causing you to stop in your tracks. The truth was, you didn’t hate him. Not really. You just wanted to, oh so badly. But that didn’t mean you really truly hated him. He might be an annoyance, yes, but never someone you hated, no matter what you told yourself. You opened your mouth to answer him, but he cut you off. “Because, to me, it really doesn’t seem like you dislike me as much as you claim to. In fact, I’d say that you actually really like me. You just refuse to admit it.”
There it was, that snarky Poe Dameron that you knew all too well. The one that made your blood boil in your veins. “Maybe it’s because you make comments like that that makes me hate you,” you sneered.
“What? I’m just stating the obvious truth, (Y/N),” he defended.
“Whatever you say, prince charming,” you grumbled under your breath.
“I have a proposal for you,” he said. You rolled your eyes but let him continue. “I bet that I can make you fall for me in a month’s time.”
“Oh? And if you don’t?” You interrogated. He smiled.
“Then you get to humiliate me in any way you see fit,” he suggested. An evil grin spread across your lips, a glint in your eye.
“Alright, if you can’t get me to fall for you, then you get to run a lap around base soaking wet and in your underwear. AndI get to record it.”
The colour drained from Poe’s cheeks a little, but he nodded and outstretched his hand. “If I win the bet, you get to go on a date with me.”
You swallowed and reached your hand out to shake his. “Deal.”
Poe grinned again, making your stomach flutter for some unknown reason. You frowned as he stepped closer and pressed a kiss to your cheek, making you blush like crazy. “I’ll see you later then, (Y/N).”
A/N:A short little something for our King, Boba Fett.
You knew Boba better than anyone.
He was the kind of man who was proud. Proud of the Kingdom he had built, of the power he holds in hands and of the woman by his side, you.
Boba Fett was the kind of man who liked to show you off to the people, one, to show that he had such a beautiful wife and two, that his wife was pregnant.
The little girl growing under your heart was Boba Fett’s pride and joy. He couldn’t wait to see his daughter, hold her, feed her and then later, teach her everything his father taught him. You were out in the gardens, walking with Fennec enjoying the sun on your skin.
“You should be resting.” came the voice of your husband from behind you.
“It’s fine, Dear, I cannot sit around all day.” Fennec decided to leave you two alone as she headed back to the castle.
“You could give birth at any moment, you need to rest.”
“I am resting. Resting my mind and getting some fresh air, she needed it too.” you said as you placed a hand on your huge stomach.
He shakes his head before locking his arms with you. He knew that he could never win an argument with you, so he decided to join you on your walk.
This is based of “The Rise of Skywalker”, but does not exactly follow the plot, so if that is going to offend you, stay away. In other news, this may be the best thing I have written… so here we go.
This was it, the final battle. You would either defeat general Palpatine once and for all or die trying. You had given the directions so that the resistance could follow you and start taking out the Star-Destroyers. They had called in every ally that they had and were prepared to fight.
But the real fight, the one that would ultimately determine the fate of the entire universe, that was on you.
-no pressure-
You weaved in and out of the deserted hallways, put off by the eerie stillness. It was dark and had the force not been guiding you, you never would have found it. You came into a clearing, it appeared to be an empty stadium. And then you saw it, the throne that had plagued your nightmares.
Chanting filled the room as the once empty stadium was now filled with Siths.
“Long have I awaited your arrival. I never wanted you dead, I wanted you here. Empress. You will take the throne as destiny demands.” Palpatine spoke ominously.
“I have not come to lead the Sith, I have come to destroy them,” you informed standing your ground.
“As a Jedi?” he all but laughed.
“Yes,”
“No, your hatred, your anger, you want to kill me. That is what I want. If you kill me my spirit will pass into you, as all the sith live in me. You will become the empress and we will rule together. The time has come,” he announced and all the Sith bowed down.
You stood momentarily at a loss for what to do.
“With your hatred you will strike me down and ascend,” Palpatine instructed.
“All you want me to do is to hate, but I won’t, not even you,”
“You are weak, like your master, look where that got him,”
“He sacrificed himself to save the resistance, to save hope, and as long as hope remains you can never truly win,” you replied with strength.
Palpatine opened the ceiling to reveal the war that was going on in the sky.
“Here is your great resistance. They don’t have long, no one is coming to help them, and you are the one who led them here. So much for your so-called hope,” he sneered.
“Strike me down. Take the throne. Reign over the new empire and the fleet will be yours. Only then will you have the power to save them. Refuse and they will die,”
You felt conflicted, knowing that no matter the cost, you couldn’t give in to the darkness. You were questioning your next move, but then you felt his presence. Ben was here.
You nodded towards Palpatine, trying to buy time.
“Very good. The ritual begins!” he declared to his followers who cheered. “Now, you will strike me down and pledge yourself to the Sith. You will draw your saber,”
You did as he commanded.
“You will strike me, taking your revenge. The Jedi are dead, the Sith with be reborn,” he exclaimed, “Do it! Make the Sacrifice!”
You were scared, afraid that Ben was going to be too late. That is when he spoke to you through your connection.
“It’s okay your not alone, just hand me the saber,”
You were filled with relief as you acting as if you were preparing to strike down Palpatine, then revealing your hand and the missing saber.
Seeing this Palpatine backed away and his guards rushed at you. You took out your second saber and began to fight them. Relief filled you as Ben joined by your side taking out the last guard. You both stared at each other for a moment so many things you both wanted to say, but this was neither the time nor place.
“Stand together, die together,” Palpatine snarled as he used his power to force you to kneel, pushing the lightsabers far away, as he tried to drain the two of you, immediately receiving a shock.
“The life source of your bond, a dyad in the force, a power like life itself, unseen for generations. And now the power of two will restore the power of the one true emperor,”
And with that, Palpatine started stealing your and Ben’s force with the two of you completely helpless to do anything about it. When he was done, both of you fell backward unconscious.
“Look what you have made,” he bellowed.
Ben woke up first, he struggled through the weakness to open his eyes. He glanced over to your unmoving form and knew what he had to do. He stood to face Palpatine, but the Emperor quickly lifted him off of the ground.
“As I once fell, so falls the last Skywalker,” he yelled as he launched Ben off of the cliff, presumably to his death.
Palpatine then took his throne and sent electricity through the air to disable all of the resistance ships.
In hearing the commotion you started to wake up. Your entire body ached, and while you could feel Ben’s presence, it wasn’t as strong as it should have been. You laid on your back seeing the resistance ships beginning to fail. Now, more than ever you needed hope.
“Be with me,” you called out to the force, “be with me,” you pleaded.
And then you heard them, the voices of the Jedi who had come before you, giving you the encouragement and strength that you needed to rise. You summoned your lightsaber and stood your ground.
“Let your death be the last word in the story of the resistance,” snarled Palpatine.
He refocused his power on you, which unbeknownst to you at the time had saved the resistance fighters.
“You are nothing. You are no match for the power in me,” he insisted.
You pushed forward with all of your strength, closing the gap between the two of you.
“I am all of the Sith,” he roared.
“And I am all of the Jedi,” you declared taking another step forward, summoning the other lightsaber. You then continued to push forward until the Emporer’s own power was too much and began destroying him. With one final push from you, his power imploded disintegrating him and taking out all of the Sith with as well as the majority of the structure.
You managed to take another step, dropping the lightsabers before collapsing on the ground, welcoming death.
Ben, who was climbing back to the throneroom, ignoring his pain, had felt it. It was the same wave of emptiness that had hit him when each of his parents died, only now it was much stronger.
‘No, no, you can’t be dead,’ he thought as he struggled to pull himself over the side of the cliff. He looked around, the room had been completely demolished. There were no signs of life anywhere. Between the dust and the smoke it was hard for him to see anything. Despite that, his eyes found you, lying completely still eyes open. He limped over to you, tears streaming down his face.
“You did it, Y/n you did it,” he cried as he pulled your limp form into his arms. He stared at you regretting everything he had done and all of the things he hadn’t done. He was too worried about turning you, trying to get you to join him. In all of the time you were together, he never told you that he loved you. He loved you. He hugged your lifeless, willing with everything that he had for you to be okay. And then he remembered.
When he had been struck down, right after his mom died, you had healed him. It was something that he had never seen done before, only having heard of it in legends. But if you could do it, maybe he could too.
He put his hand on your chest, closed his eyes, and focused. He was pushing out with the force, with his love, and transferring his life force to you. With everything he had and everything he was, he willed for you to come back.
That is when he felt it, your hand on top of his. He opened his eyes to meet your own.
“Y/n?” he asked softly as if you might fade away again. He was on the verge of crying again.
You looked at him momentarily confused before smiling, “Ben,”
Before he could say anything else, you kissed him. The kiss was everything that you never knew you needed, it spoke every word that you hadn’t said. When it was over Ben smiled genuinely, before his face began to fall.
He fell backward as you tried to reach out for him. You stared in disbelief as he was gone. Before you could even think about reviving him, he disappeared before your eyes. Leaving you alone once again.
You felt an overwhelming pain in your chest as you stared at his clothes. You forced yourself up, knowing that the entire empire was collapsing around you. Taking one more look at where he once laid, you turned away and headed towards your ship. You flew out and met the rest of the resistance as the flew back to the base. You hung back for a moment trying to compose yourself before landing.
You put on a fake smile as you passed through the cheering crowd. You watch as people reunite with their loved ones. Everyone was so happy. You saw Finn and Rose kissing, Maz giving Chewie a medal, R2 and C-3PO being reunited. Everyone had someone, except you. Your entire family was dead, and now even your chosen family was dead, Ben was dead. You continued through the crowd numbly, just trying your best to get back inside the base. That was at least til BB-8 rammed into you affectionately. You looked up and met eyes with Poe. He was the first one who seemed to really see you. He wasn’t fooled by the fake smile, he had no idea what you had to do to defeat Palpatine, but he could tell that it had shattered you. He pulled you into his arms and told you that everything would be alright. And that was the last thing you remembered.
Because it was seconds after he hugged you, that you collapsed into his arms. He hoisted you up bridal style and rushed you into the med-bay where the droids quickly started working to figure out what had happened. He waited outside your room, waiting to find out whether or not you were okay. He assumed that it was maybe over-exertion or pure exhaustion. It was also possible that you were more injured from your fight than it had originally appeared, he racked his brain to remember if there was anything off about your appearance when he’d seen you earlier. But nothing stood out.
He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the droids emerged from your room.
“There is nothing physically wrong with her. But for reasons we can’t explain, we are losing her,” the droid informed.
“She’s dying?” Poe asked in disbelief.
“We don’t know why, but her life force is failing,” the droid answered.
Poe didn’t know what to say as he entered the room. You had saved everyone, defeated the Emperor, destroyed the dark side. You deserved to be honored and thanked, but no one really knew what you did, how much you sacrificed. He decided two things as he sat beside you. One, you would not die alone. And two, he would make sure that your sacrifice was not forgotten.
And true to his word, he was there when you took your last breath and faded from existence to become part of the force. To this day, people still theorize about what had caused your death. Some believe that it was because of your dyad connection with Ben, when he died, you died. Others believe that since all of the Sith and dark side leaders were destroyed, that the Jedi were no longer able to exist, and thus the force claimed you. Others claim that you suffered a fate similar to Ben’s grandmother Padame who died of a broken heart. No one will ever know for sure.
Regardless of how you died, you will always be remembered as a hero. The Last Jedi. The one who killed the Emperor.
But none of that mattered to you, you were happy now. For as you were welcomed into the force, you were reunited with old friends. First with Luke, then Leia and Han, each of whom congratulated you on your victory. Han was the first to notice that you were looking around expectantly for something, rather someone with a hint of sadness in your expression.
“You can come out now,” he yelled smiling.
And then you saw him, joy washing over you completely. You ran to him jumping in his arms, all but tackling him. He smiled wrapping his arms tightly around you. “I love you,” you marveled.
“I love you too,” he beamed before taking your face in his hand and continuing what you had started earlier crashing his lips on your own.
“You know, they used to tell Jedi’s that they weren’t allowed to be in love,” Anakin joked as he watched the scene unfold, “I will say this though, my grandson definitely takes after me”.
And with that, the Skywalker Saga that had started a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, had finally, once and for all, came to an end.
This is just a cute Kylo x Reader idea that I came up with. Enjoy!
“I know you’re there,” you whispered.
“I am,” Kylo confirmed.
“I don’t want to talk right now,” you sighed resting your head against your knees.
“Y/n, I-”
“Please, don’t” you cut him off. You didn’t have the mental capacity to do this, not now. You didn’t want to do any of this anyone. No more light side, no more dark side, no more force. You were tired of fighting this unbeatable battle. You were tired of fighting him.
“You’re not alone,” he replied, sitting across from you. He had never seen you look so hopeless or defeated before and it made his chest ache.
But weren’t you though? You have been for as long as you could remember. And now the resistance only cared about you because of what you could offer them. They didn’t know you, no one did.
“I do,” Kylo said.
You didn’t realize that he could read your mind through the force connection. You looked up at him, he was staring at you with such sincerity and softness. Something you liked to believe he reserved only for you.
“Why are you here Kylo?” you asked tiredly.
“You needed me,” he replied as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
After a moment of not receiving a response, he asked, “Where are you? I can’t see your surroundings, just you,”
“We can’t do this,” you whispered softly.
And it was true, whatever ‘this’ thing was that connected you, you could never act on it. You couldn’t go to the dark side and he wouldn’t come back to the light. That is one reason that your feelings for him scared you so much. You had watched him do horrible things, but when you looked at him there was no room for hatred or fear. You simply wanted to be with him and to save him from the cruel world that you were both forced to be a part of.
“Don’t be afraid, I feel it too,” he said reaching out his hand towards you.
You felt so safe in his presence and part of you wished that you could stay like that. You wished that the two of you could stay there in that room together and forget about the First Order and the Resistance.
You stared at him for a moment before returning the gesture. Your fingers touched and that is when you saw it. The outline of the future, the two of you fighting together, and you felt a consuming loss. You wondered if he felt it too, but when your eyes met his he merely smiled at you for the briefest of seconds.
Then Luke barged in and yelled for you to stop throwing you backwards with the force, not realizing how much his fear had magnified his power. Your head hit the stone and everything around you faded.
Kylo watched in horror as he heard his old master and saw the fear in your eyes. He watched you being thrown backward and then the connection was broken.
“Y/n?” he reached out with his mind, but it was no use.
He needed to know that you were alright. He wanted to yell, not out of anger but out of fear. He felt so helpless. What was the point of the force connecting the two of you if he couldn’t protect you?
Then the conflict within him started again. Why did he care? He wasn’t supposed to. He was supposed to be a part of the dark side. No emotions, no mercy. Only power. And he did want to be powerful like his grandfather, at least he thought he did.
But then there was you. He couldn’t explain or understand the way he felt around you. It was like he was more. More than Ben Solo or Kylo Ren, more than the dark side or the light side. Just more. His feelings for you were the source of the growing conflict in him and it was tearing him apart. The only time that he didn’t feel it was when he was with you.
He waited, still sitting criss-cross on the floor of his room. He was struggling against everything, his humanity getting the best of him. That is when he felt it. You were back, he immediately took in your appearance. Aside from some blood on the side of your head and your eyes being red, you seemed to be fine.
“Neither are you,” you said sitting across from him again.
“What?”
“Earlier you said that I was not alone, neither are you,” you explained.
“Are you okay?” you both said in unison.
“Me? I’m not the one who was just attacked by Luke Skywalker,” he said confused.
“I’m fine, he didn’t mean it, he was just scared,”
“Why do you do that?” Kylo asked staring at you again.
“Do what?”
“Why do you refuse to see the bad in people?”
“The world isn’t just light or dark. People aren’t all bad or all good. They are a chaotic mix of the two. As long as they are alive there is always hope,” you explained.
There was a pause as he looked at you again as if really seeing you for the first time. You really were unlike any other person he’d ever met.
“Are you okay?” you asked breaking the silence.
“There is something that I have to do, but I don’t know if I have the strength to do it,” he revealed looking down at his hands.
“Whatever it is, you don’t have to do it alone,” you promised.
“I know,”
“Y/n I lo-” he started
“I know,” you smiled.
“I have to go, I’ll see you soon,” he said before the connection ended.
You didn’t have to ask, somehow you knew that he was going to Snoke, prepared to end him. You wouldn’t let him go alone and quickly prepared to leave. You thanked Luke for everything and boarded your ship directed towards the Supremacy.
So I watch all of the Star Wars movies for the first time and I figured that there was no better way to jump start my return to tumblr than with a Star Wars imagine. So, here we go!
Here you were face to face with Supreme Leader Snoke. This is where you were going to die, Kylo had seen it happen in his dreams. This is where it was always meant to end.
Regardless of how bleak the entirety of the situation had seemed, you refused to lose hope. You fought back with everything you had in you and resisted giving in to the torture. You would rather die than to join the dark side.
Kylo struggled to watch as your face contorted in pain. He didn’t know why he cared. He wished that he could understand it because maybe if he could understand it he could put an end to it once and for all. He was Kylo Ren, grandson of Darth Vader. So why was he struggling with your inevitable demise?
His inner conflict was supposed to die when he killed his father. That was supposed to sever all ties he had to the light side and cement his commitment to the dark side. He should be well on his way to conquering the universe and dismantle the resistance. You were a Jedi, he was a Knight of Ren, opposition was your destiny. He most certainly should not be having any sort of hesitation in watching you die. But as he watched the scene unfold in front of him he realized that he didn’t want to kill you, he wanted to know you.
The two of you had only met a couple of times, but there was an undeniable connection between you. Your fire enchanted him. You were so passionate, brave, strong, and resilient. When you were with him he didn’t feel fear or hate radiating off you. It was something else entirely. It made him feel a draw, not necessarily to the light, but to you. It brought him a connection to his past that wasn’t accompanied by guilt or hatred. This feeling he got gave him hope for a future where he could be something more.
So when the Supreme Leader had placed you in front of him and ordered him to complete his training by ending you and the Jedis once and for all, he knew what he had to do. He looked you in the eyes as he drew his light-saber. Even facing death, you were not afraid of him, you didn’t hate him, if anything, you felt bad for him. You simply closed your eyes waiting for the blow that would end it all.
The expected blow never came. Instead, you were shocked to see that he used the force to activate your light-saber and kill the Supreme Leader. He gestured for it to come to you and together the two of you fought the Praetorian guardsmen. Your mind was racing about what this meant, however, you found it hard to think too much about it as you were both fighting for your lives.
The fight was intense, but together you persisted. You were in a one on one with one of the guards when you noticed Kylo was being overtaken completely unarmed. You didn’t hesitate to throw him your light-saber while using the force to summon his. In the mere seconds, it took to appear, your attacker managed to slice at your stomach. You immediately retaliated ending the fight in one strike. You made your way over to Kylo who was just ending his own battle.
You stared at him, briefly at a total loss for words. Your brain couldn’t comprehend everything that had just happened. He met your glaze and there was so much tension between the two of you.
“Thank you,” you spoke mentally cursing yourself for not coming up with something better.
“What?” he asked as your voice drew him out of his own thoughts.
“I said ‘thank you’, you know for saving my life and all” you repeated.
“Of course,”
“So, what happens now?”
“Join me,” he says softly.
“What? What about the Resistance and the First Order?”
“Forget them. We can leave all of it behind, just you and me against the galaxy,” he answered looking at you hopefully.
“I can never go back to the Resistance not with everything I’ve done. I’d never be able to look my mom in the eyes again. And I don’t belong here on the dark side. I can see it now, it’s a losing battle, just the past repeating itself. But it doesn’t have to be with us. We can leave here today and create our own future. When this ship crashes, everyone will think we were on it. We won’t have to be pawns in their game anymore.”
“I-I don’t know,” you answered mind racing at the possibility.
“Come on Y/n, you can’t tell me you don’t feel this connection between us. Come with me, please,” he begged as he reached out his hand.
The two of you were running out of time. It wouldn’t be long until someone discovered you or until the ship crashed. It was now or never. You had to make a decision.
You were torn between going with your heart and your sense of duty. You owed your life to the resistance and believed in their cause, but Kylo was right about the undeniable connection between the two of you. Deep down you knew that if you didn’t leave with him that your paths would continue to cross until one of you wound up having to kill the other. And he was right, he could never join the resistance, they wouldn’t trust him and if the dark side found out he spared you they would kill him. He had risked everything to save your life, maybe this was how you would save his.
“Okay,” you decide, taking his hand.
His entire face lit up, he was so relieved that you weren’t abandoning him. There was so much that he wanted to say to you, but there wasn’t enough time. Instead, he simply nodded and led you away. The two of you boarded a ship and made it out into free space far away from all of the action. Kylo was familiarizing himself with the controls and set-up of the ship, taking a moment to breathe still slightly in denial after what had just happened.
You were scoping out the resources on the plain and your adrenaline was beginning to wear off. For the first time, you were beginning to feel the extent of your injury. You glanced up to make sure you were still alone and proceeded to lift up the top of your outfit to access the damage. There was a lot of blood and the wound seemed deep. You reminded yourself that it most likely wasn’t as bad as it looked. The previously dull ache was quickly escalating into fiery agony and your breathing was becoming shaky. How had you not noticed this earlier?
You quickly re-positioned yourself and tore off some fabric to wrap tightly and apply pressure to the wound. Everything was going to be fine, you just needed it to stop bleeding. It’s fine, you reassured yourself.
Meanwhile, Kylo had asked you where it was that you wanted to go. When he didn’t get a response he realized that you hadn’t returned from exploring the ship’s resources. He still couldn’t believe that you had agreed to join him and that the two of you were actually going to do this. You were going to get out of this messed up fight once and for all. He was busy thinking about the life that the two of you could create when he felt it. Something was wrong, something was wrong with you. He immediately went in search of you.
When he saw you, he cursed himself for not noticing your injury sooner. You were semi-reclined struggling to apply pressure as the exertion of the day and the consequences of your injury were combined and working against you. Your face was covered in sweat and the palest he’d ever seen it.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked as he sat across from you.
“It’s not that bad,” you answered.
“Of course you don’t think it’s that bad,” he chuckled, “let me have a look,”
He lifted your hands and removed the already red fabric. In his presence allowed yourself to relax. You wanted to let go and give in to the exhaustion, knowing you were in good hands.
“Hey now, I’m going to take care of you, just stay awake,”
He then put his hand on your wound which caused you to groan in pain jerking away from his touch. He apologized and then closed his eyes to focus. He used the force to slowly heal your injury. You watched in utter awe. When he finished his eyes met yours and you both smiled.
“That’s the second time you saved my life today,” you spoke.
“Just evening up the score,” he replied moving to sit next to you. You rest your head against him and just took in his presence.
Kylo was slightly caught off guard by this action as it was completely foreign to him. He quickly decided that he liked it.
“So, what happens now?” you asked.
“Now, we make our own destiny,” he answered taking your hand in his.
The helmet hissed just before it was lifted off - brown eyes staring back once more but somehow it was softer than before. The fear that was imbued in them back at the imperial base was gone. Now it seemed that all he could see was you.
You looked away on instinct, not daring to hold eye contact any longer. You shook your head at his feet. “No - back at the base, you did what was necessary to find the kid. This is…”
“It’s what I want.” Hearing him step forward, you made a small effort to step away but he was fast, hands catching your arms and holding you in place as he moved closer. “I want you to see me, Y/n.”
One of his hands found your chin and he gently guided your eyes up the beskar until they were staring into his own - his warm brown, human eyes that always watched from behind the helmet visor. It didn’t take long before you surrendered to your emotions and leaned forward, pressing your mouth against his as if he could provide you with oxygen.
Kind of like domestic headcanons I guess? But really just focusing on the fact that even though this man acts like a big, scary bounty hunter, his natural instinct is to take care of those around him :’)
warnings: mentions of hunger, mentions of violence
-Din Djarin-
One of Mando’s main ways of showing affection is simply taking care of you. He makes sure you’re healthy, happy, and safe at all times and it’s something constantly on his mind. He views those close to him as being under his protection — it’s his jobto take care of them, and he’d feel guilty if he didn’t. So when you’re his s/o specifically, he takes that to an even higher level
You and the child always eat first. Always. Without. Question.
It’s not just because of his creed, but because the idea of you and Grogu having rumbling stomachs as you sleep is enough to keep him up at night – he’s seen what hunger does to people, and he’ll stick to just eating crumbs if it keeps you and Grogu fed
Once you made him eat first, since you felt bad he always got leftovers, and it took him ages to just take the dish to a room over
Only to come back from the other room after taking five bites and sliding the dish towards you and Grogu. “Here. Now eat.”
“But you hardly touched it,” you said, brow furrowing.
“I’ll be hungry once you and the child aren’t.”
Yeah. Very unhealthy caretaker mentality and he has no idea how to respond when that care is returned
Doesn’t like leaving you and Grogu by yourselves unless he knows/trusts a place well because the paranoia and anxiety eats him alive. What are you two doing? You’re staying in the ship like he asked? The Child is behaving? Neither of you appeared sick before he left, right?
So there’s a little checklist he goes through before he leaves
“You remember where the guns are?”
“Yes, Mando.”
“And the hiding spot if people get on the ship?”
“Mhmm.”
“Double-lock the ship once I’m off, alright?”
“Okie dokie.”
“And it doesn’t open again for anyone but me.”
“Mando.”
“If you’re ever uncertain, a shot to the leg is the best option.”
“Din.”
You and Grogu often sit in the seat behind him when he’s piloting the ship, and despite his reminders to go to bed, you end up falling asleep in the chair often. So, moving with painstaking care and cringing every time you or Grogu stir in your sleep, he’ll move you to your bed — which is basically a collection of every soft thing Mando could find on the ship
If you ever get nightmares he’ll let you curl up against him
When you’re out traveling, you try to suggest sleeping in shifts, but Mando always sets it up so that you only lose an hour or two of sleep while he takes on the brunt of keeping watch
You sometimes get frustrated with him for constantly throwing his own needs to the side and practically putting your needs up on an altar, so you stubbornly insist on taking care of him
And he’s like??? Someone??? Wants to take care of me?? What??
Summary: “You were one of the 12 Padawans that Luke Skywalker taught. There, you met the love of your life. Your first best friend, your first lover and your first boyfriend; Ben Solo. Everything was perfect. That is, until the Jedi temple was burned by Ben Solo himself. 5 years pass since you last saw him and he isn’t the man you used to know. The Moon preferred darkness and in that darkness, Kylo Ren was born.”
“Hey Y/N, wake up,” you heard a voice whisper to you. You let out a moan, snuggling deeper into your bed. “C’mon, wake up.”
Your eyes fluttered open to see Ben with the widest smile ever, holding a plate of pancakes drizzled with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. Candles with the number ‘18’ was stuck on top of the breakfast creation.
“Happy birthday my Sun,” he spoke, moving over to kiss you on your forehead. You hummed in approval. “I made you something.”
“I can see that,” you grinned, getting up from your bed to grab the delicious looking plate of pancakes. “It looks amazing.”
You begun eating, moaning everytime you have the syrup mixed in with whipped cream. Ben sat down, watching with a grin on his face. “Can you believe you are finally 18?”
You slowed down eating slightly, an uneasy look settling on your face. Ben took notice of this look and grabbed your hand. “Hey, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just-“ you put the plate down, shaking your head. You then rubbed your temple before facing the love of your life. “I’m 18. You’re almost 21. You should’ve become a Jedi this year with Almec, Daario and Leirra and gone with Luke to the Resistance base. But you didn’t. Why?”
“Y/N-“
“Why?”
Ben sighed, letting go of your hand. “If we become Jedi, it means we must potentially end things with one another. And- and I don’t want that.”
“We don’t have to, we can keep everything in secret,” you told him. Ben let out a bitter laugh, getting up from his seat.
“Please, you’re telling me Luke wouldn’t know? He already knows and he won’t let us train with each other as Padawans,” he spoke, brushing his hair back. “Imagine if we were Jedi? He would banish the both of us. Shame us. Because God forbid that I, Ben Solo, am ever happy and found someone who actually loves me.”
“Ben-“
“All my life, I felt like I had to prove something to my Uncle. That I’m not like Grandfather. And everytime, he always spits on my face, trying to get rid of everyone I love. But I won’t let that happen, no, that won’t happen. Because I won’t let it,” Ben continued on. He then looked at you, seeing your eyes looking at him in confusion. “But let’s not talk about that now. Today is your birthday. And I have a surprise for you tonight.”
You let out a small laugh, still a bit taken back by his little rant. He was breathing deeply, his eyes moving around your room like he regretted the words coming out of his mouth. His eyes looked at yours, desperate to hear you say something, anything.
“I can’t wait.”
-
Ben sat patiently on his chair, nervously bouncing his knee. He had spent hours trying to arrange this; a table near the edge of the cliff, rose petals scattered across the table, a candle illuminating the environment and a gourmet meal that he had prepared himself.
It would’ve been quicker to arrange, if he had help by a friend. But he didn’t. No one liked Ben, or in his mind he thought no one did. In his mind however, that did not matter. You were all he needed.
But see, the thing is, when you rely on one person, that person becomes your whole life. Your day doesn’t start until their’s does. What you do depends on what the other person wants to do. Your thoughts, behaviour, is affected by their’s. And that concept is dangerous. Because once that person exits their life, whether by death or purpose, their own life crashes, burns. And they are left with nothing but ashes, a reminder of what was.
And then, their lives have no purpose but what the next person asks them of. That is what it means to be dependent.
And that is how Ben was. You both never noticed at that time, but he was someone who relied heavily on you. Maybe you should have realised, when you saw the way his eyes lit up the moment you walked towards him in a white, silky dress, pearls adorned on your hair.
“You look amazing,” Ben spoke breathlessly, watching how the candle accentuated your features. You smiled lovingly at him, walking over and pressing a kiss on his lips.
And then the last night you would ever spend the with him, unbeknownst to you, went on. Many laughs and kisses were shared. It was a night you would not forget. And it wasn’t because you lost your virginity to the man you love on your 18th birthday, you wished that reason was why this night was so memorable.
But that might, you had made fivemistakes.
“I’m ready,” you spoke in a quiet voice, looking at him in awe, like he was the one who created all the things in the galaxy. Ben scrunched his eyebrows in confusion, not understanding what you were hinting. “I want you to make love to me, Ben Solo.”
That was your first mistake.
Within a flash, you were pressed against the wall by Ben in your room, kissing like you haven’t seen each other in years. His hands were grabbing you wherever he could, both of you panting like starved dogs.
He picked you up before gently lying you on the bed, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving kisses along the way. You let out a breathless moan, your hand tugging at his roots. Ben then looked up, his eyes half lidded. “Are you sure?”
“More than I’ll ever be.”
And that was the night you lost your virginity. You hadn’t slept that night, too giddy with emotions that you couldn’t stop thinking how happy you were as you smiled, drawing shapes on Ben’s back. Wind quietly howled as your window was left open, stars bright in the sky.
But, as fate had willed, you had felt thirsty. Your mouth felt dry. So you quietly got up from your bed, trying not to wake up Ben. Putting on a robe, you begun walking outside to go fetch a bucket of water from the well outside.
That was your unnoticed mistake.
As you begun to attack the bucket onto the rope, you felt a buzz against your neck, feeling a presence behind you. Turning around, you were shocked to see who it was. “Almec?”
“In a flesh,” he spoke, but it sounded a bit dry, like he was wounded. You smiled at him, pulling up your robes more as you realised how you may look inappropriate right now with just a pink silk robe.
“When did you come back from the Resistance base?” You spoke, trying to make a conversation out of an awkward situation. The wind picked up, making your hair fly everywhere. Yet, you still did not hear a response from Almec. “Almec?”
“You know I loved you,” he confessed, taking a step towards you. You moved hair out of your way, looking at Almec in shock. You watched as he kept moving towards you, a broken look on his face. “I loved you. I still love you. And- and I came back to tell you that I left the Jedi. I’m no longer a Jedi. Because of you, Y/N. I want to be with you.”
“Almec-“
“But you slept with him. You slept with that little fucking bastard-“
“Almec-“
“Who fucking killed a bird when he were little and he convinced you he didn’t kill him when I saw him do it with my own eyes! I saw it Y/N! But you always want to believe him. Only him. It’s always him. It will always be him. And one day, he’s going to fuck up. But it would be too late. It will be too late for you,” he spoke, his face now mere inches away from yours. “But even then, you’ll still come running back to him. In the end, you always do.”
Tears were streaming down your face as you looked at him in anger. You looked at him with all the anger you could muster, but you didn’t say anything. You just looked at him like he had betrayed you.
That was your weakest mistake.
Because that quiet little moment, that moment of what could’ve been filled with words defending the person you love, was replaced by a kiss. A kiss you did not want, a kiss not initiated by you. A kiss you had wanted to pull away from, your sense of loyalty kicking in, but couldn’t because Almec’s arms were wrapped around you.
But it did not matter what you wanted to do. Because when someone walks by and sees, they’ll see merely two people kissing.
And that’s exactly what Ben saw. You did not see him, he made his presence known by pushing Almec away from you.
“Ben!” You screamed, as you watched him continuously punch Almec, his eyes black as night. That had taken you back. “Ben stop it! Ben please stop it!”
He did not listen as Almec’s blood splattered against his face. And he didn’t even flinch. You watch, now even more horrified. The most horrified you’ve ever been in your life. You could tell that Almec was in the verge of death. This man, a man you’d known for ages, was going to die in the hands of your lover if you did not intervene.
So you did what you had to do. You used the force against him and pushed him away. Far away from you and Almec. When you made sure he was far away, you ran towards Almec, cradling his head in your arms as he let out a groan. You looked at Ben, who looked just as horrified as you did. “Y/N-“
“Leave,” you spoke, the tone in your voice holding a strict seriousness within it. Ben stood up, gulping as he looked at you, his eyes shining like he was trying to hold back tears.
“Y/N-“
“Leave!” You screamed as you stood up, the wind picking up from the strong aura of the force that surrounded you. Ben looked at you one last time before nodding, turning to look away.
And you did not chase after him.
That was your worst mistake.
You should’ve ran after him. You should’ve been there with him at his most vulnerable state, a state where he could be manipulated by anyone and anything.
As you patched up Almec at the infirmary, not wanting anyone to find out about what had just took place, your mind was thinking about Ben. And how Almec was right about you always running back to him. But you won’t. Not this time. Not looking at Almec’s face, his barely unidentifiable face.
“Y/N, I’m so sorry,” Almec spoke, his voice coming out a whisper due to his probably broken ribs. You ignored him, moving water through the force to ice out his injuries. “I- I didn’t mean to. To cause a rift between you two. I- I just love you so much, and-“
“Okay, that’s done. Just make sure you apply a new bandaid every 6 hours after putting on disinfectant,” you instructed. Almec nodded, taking the hint. You gave him one last look before walking off to your quarters.
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It was 4AM when you finally fell asleep. It was hard, but eventually you felt yourself drifting into oblivion.
‘You wanted to kill me!’ You heard a voice cry out. You stirred in your sleep, barely awake as you clung onto your blanket. The wind howled even stronger as your windows begun to ruttle. ‘You will pay for this!’
‘Ben, no!’ You heard another voice yell. You let out a groan, fluttering your eyes open as a full-blown headache consumed you. You got up from your bed, holding your head as you let out a cry. You felt darkness consuming your body, filling your veins.
‘Ben does not exist. He is weak, a young boy clinging on love,’ you heard Ben speak. Your hand went to your mouth as you realised what was happening. The darkness that Ben had warned you about was starting to consume him. The one moment you weren’t there for him, he had invited darkness.
‘I am Kylo Ren.’
You then heard yells from outside. Running over to your window, you let out a cry as you see the temple on fire. The crackling sound was louder than the strong gust of wind. You gulped, knowing the person who started this fire.
Your hands trembled as you grabbed your lightsaber, ready to do what was necessary. Not because you were a Jedi, but because this was something only you could do.
Grabbing your cloak, you then ran over to the the temple, the heat of the fire getting hotter and hotter. You breathed in the smoke, before lifting your arms and slowly bringing it down, allowing the fire to simmer before completely evaporating. You then swallowed the nerves stuck in your throat, a tear rolling down your face as you realised what had enfolded.
Walking around the temple, sadness consumed you as you realised how little was left of this place, how there was nothing. You then let out a cry as you see 10 of the Padawans and Jedi members who had come back from Luke’s mission. They were now just blackened skeletons lying on the floor. One in particular was your friend Leirra, whose necklace was still around her neck. You sobbed as you unclipped her necklace, placing it in your pocket.
“I see you’re finally here,” you heard the now Kylo Ren speak. You let out a cry slowly standing up as you felt like your legs were about to give up on you. “I was going to kill Almec, but he ran away just in time. But now that I’ve killed all the Jedi, he can live out the rest of his days in regret before I eventually kill him.”
You stopped crying, a looking of nothingness on your face. You then turned around, looking at him. “Are you really gone, Ben Solo?”
“I killed that bird,” Kylo spoke, his face showing no remorse. “I’ve never been Ben. I’ve always been Kylo. I was showed the true power of the force. But I can show you, Y/N. I can show you the force. And together, we could rule the Galaxy.”
“You really aren’t Ben Solo if you thought I’d say yes to that,” you coldly spoke. Kylo looked slightly upset but quickly masked it. You then turned on your lightsaber, the mechanical hum coming to life. The white light of your saber illuminated your face and Kylo knew from the expression on your face that you weren’t coming back to him anytime soon.
“Would you really kill me, my Sun?” Kylo spat out the nickname he had for you bitterly as he took a step forward, challenging you.
“For the Jedi?” You spoke, thinking of all the people Kylo killed, including your friend Leirra. You took a step forward, pointing your lightsaber towards his neck. “Without question.”
Kylo pulled out his blue lightsaber, waiting for you to attack. You let out a war cry, running towards him. He quickly dogged you before swinging his lightsaber at your figure. You quickly slid down, avoiding the pulsing light by a millimeter.
You then swung your lightsaber the same time he did, your lightsabers letting out a loud hum as they made in contact with each other. You both looked each other in the eye as you tried to overpower each other. You felt the darkness within him, but you also felt his loneliness, his slight regret yet knowing it was too late to go back.
Eventually he overpowered you, pushing you towards the floor. Your lightsaber fell out of your hands as you tried to crawl away from Kylo who stopped you by using the force. You looked at him, now scared. Kylo had seen how afraid you were and for a slight secound, his face fell. He knew it. He knew you were scared of him. You were scared of him like everyone else was.
“Master Luke was right,” Kylo spoke, his lightsaber now millimeters away from your neck. “I did go too easy on you.”
Kylo breathed in, trying to do what he was told to do, what he was destined to do. The look of fear of him only delayed that so he looked away from you. When he finally breathed out, he swung the lightsaber back but hesitated.
And in that slight hesitation, Master Luke had swooped in, using the force to push Kylo away. He then faced you urgently, a look of seriousness in his face. “Run!”
“No, we can still save him!” You told him, as you saw Kylo get up, rubbing his head groaning.
“You cannot save him!” Luke yelled at you, his eyes wide in fury at your lack of cooperation. “Now run!”
You looked at Kylo one final time. The final time you’ll see him for years to come. His eyes made his way towards you. And the face you had made would be engrained in his face for eternity; the face of betrayal.
You turned around, before quickly bolting. You knew that Luke had a spaceship, so you’d get it in and get the hell away from the island. You will leave this island, forget about being a Jedi, about falling in love with Ben Solo. You will forget him. You have to forget him. You will leave this island and never look back. Because you could never go back to how things used to be. You could not save him.
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summary: a recount of every time obi-wan kenobi fell in love with you and every time one of you left. - a.k.a “the one where your relationship is like a revolving door”
warnings: age gap, mentions of death
reviving this series from 2+ years ago - w some parts edited/rewritten - because i lost direction with it but the new kenobi series has made me fall back in love with him and also this. still tho, no spoilers in this. enjoy xx
-jazz
Obi-Wan Kenobi could have sworn that he was cursed with the most difficult Padawans.
Okay– technically speaking, you weren’t his Padawan. you’d lost your own master in a battle not so long ago and Obi-Wan had been tasked with seeing you through the final months before your Jedi trials. Initially, it was something that had seemed like a simple task. he’d dealt with Anakin for so long that you couldn’t have possibly been any worse, right?
Wrong.
Obi-Wan would quickly come to learn that Anakin Skywalker had nothing on you. He could tell from the minute he saw you, nonchalantly lounging in an empty council chair with your lightsaber dangling between your fingers and a blasé look of disinterest on your features. It was the sort of expression one might have if they were getting an unwarranted lecture from their parents – and with the way Yoda was going, it was a similar scenario.
At twenty-one years old, you were in no position to have such a demeanour when an ages-old Jedi Master was trying to talk to you. Obi-Wan was almost scared for you – and then your eyes met across the room, and he realised he was the one to be blessed with your difficult presence for the next few months. After that, he was scared for himself.
It was rightfully so, too. It became quickly evident that you had a sharp tongue and your wits about you; every question he offered, every conversation starter he threw out there was met with a backhanded comment or a dry quip.
Your first conversation was enough to knock him for six. he’d half-expected you to be a blubbering mess, a young girl heartbroken by the loss of her master. Instead, you were almost dismissive; a casually unconcerned Padawan with a cynical tone and a mischievous glint in your eye.
“So,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, eyes watching Coruscant blur past you as the lift took you to the top floor. “What do you think of the Temple?”
“I mean…it sure is a temple,” you glanced back at him, thinning your eyes with undue suspicion. “I don’t really have many feelings about architecture. It’s just bricks and shit, right?”
He blinked in surprise, almost faltering from his strong stance. "Some people get overwhelmed the first time they’re here.”
“I’m not overwhelmed,” you shrugged casually. "I’m not underwhelmed either. I’m just sort of…whelmed.”
The first ten years of your training – give or take – had been at a smaller Jedi base, much, much further away in the Outer Rims. The village in which it was situated was about a tenth the size of Coruscant and worlds away from the bustling, energetic city. He remembered being a wide-eyed Padawan when he’d first arrived here and yet, you didn’t seem phased. You had a calm manner about you, something for which he had not been prepared. You weren’t acting like a Padawan who had just lost her master, nor one who had been torn from her home and thrown into an urban jungle.
“I’m sorry to hear about Gio’s passing,” Obi-Wan cleared his throat, making a last-ditch attempt to break the thick, awkward silence that had filled the elevator. Had it always been this slow?
“Eh,” you shrugged again.
Had…Had you just responded to the subject of your dead master by saying eh?
(That moment could be marked as the first time that you actually managed to shock the poor man into silence. Soon enough, it was a regular occurrence).
“I…” Obi-Wan trailed off, pausing for a moment to regain himself. “Gio was a good friend of mine. He was a good man, a good Jedi-”
“- yeahhhhhh,” you cut him off. “He was kind of a dick though.”
The elevator finally came to a stop and you stepped out, breezing down the hallway and leaving Obi-Wan to simply stare at your strolling form in shock. He cleared his throat and regathered himself (for the fourth time in ten minutes), rushing out of the lift just as the doors were about to shut on him.
That’s how things often went between you two over the next few months. he’d try and say something - usually, something completely normal, like a genuine question or an observation - and you would shoot back with something that could knock him off his feet. Just as Obi-Wan thought he was getting the hang of…well, of you, you’d turn it up a notch.
But you more than just a girl with a sharp tongue - he knew that when he met you, and he knew it even more as the days and weeks passed. You were smart, deceptive in an assuming way. You could draw people in with your young appearance and sweet smile, and then you’d slaughter them in the same way a cheetah did to a hyena. You had the presence of an intergalactic spy more than a Jedi, and the lightsaber moves to go with it.
There was one incident in particular that stuck with Obi-Wan. It was two months after you’d begun to bless him with your presence and you were in a training session. Anakin, a bright-eyed seventeen-year-old, was sat on the sidelines watching you twirl your lightsaber with the sort of grace one might expect from an ageing master, not a Padawan.
“Did your master teach you that?” Obi-Wan paused for a moment, pushing back a few strewn, strawberry strands of hair. He was red in the face, almost keeling over from your endless stamina and quick moves.
“No,” you shook your head, a sly grin working its way onto your face. “Itaught me that."
"Let’s go again,” he announced. "And this time, stick to moves that I"ve taught you.”
“Why?”you thinned your eyes at him. “Scared that you’lll lose?”
“If you spent more time on your fighting than you did try to be smart, you would have passed the trials by now,” he shot back. He was trying to get a rise out of you - he often did. It was his way of sparking your drive.
“Oh, you didnot just say that.”
You raised your own lightsaber launching yourself forward to swing a hit at him. Obi-Wan easily blocked it, the blue of his blade forming purple smacks as it hit your red one. You drew back, going to swing underneath his legs; he jumped, narrowly avoiding the hit.
“Just admit it!” you continued to thwack and hit, circling around the mat in the gym. “I’m ready for the trials, Kenobi.”
“That’sMaster-”
“- you’re not my Master,” You reminded him, dodging backwards to avoid a hit in a weird, limbo style move. “Gio was my master, and he’s dead, remember?”
You appeared to have zero grievances about your late master. Obi-Wan had never caught you mourning, or even shedding a tear over him. Of all the things he didn’t understand about you, that one seemed to take the cake. It had been eight years since he’d lost his own master and he still struggled with Qui-Gon’s passing - and here you were, more than happy to throw out the name of your deceased Jedi Knight like it was a curse word.
That was when Obi-Wan realised what your play was. you’d make a comment so blasphemous, so shocking, that he’d have no choice but to reel back in horror - and that was when you’d take your hit. Like I said - deceptive in an unassuming way.
Waiting for him to pause at your words, you used the Force to pull his lightsaber with your hands. A celebratory grin appeared on your face as you raised the weapon in the air, shutting it down as you juggled it with your own.
The moment wasn’t particularly different to anything you’d done before; you’d made a comment and won a lightsaber duel. That was pretty much a Tuesday for Obi-Wan - but this one stood out for a particular reason.
That was the first time he realised how beautiful you were.
You were stood directly under the stream of light from the window, the golden evening glow lighting up your face as you did an odd little victory dance. He could quite literallyfeelyour elatedness through the Force - which was odd, because you didn’t have a Force connection and you were good at blocking other nosy Jedi - and it had uplifted him too.
Then, you tossed Obi-Wan’s lightsaber back to him as quick as you’d swiped it, giving him a slight wink.
It wasn’t much, but it was the first sign of trouble.
The next incident came at the five-month mark. By that point, both him and Anakin had become accustomed to your presence. Obi-Wan was alittleconcerned of your rebellious influence over his young Padawan but if anything, you were simply like an older sibling. The teenager seemed to idolize you and he actually listened to you.
And you weren’t just developing a relationship with Anakin; naturally, you’d become closer with Obi-Wan. He liked to think that you were friends or at the very least, two people who mutually respected each other. You hardly listened to him but he’d known from the second that you weren’t huge on taking orders. At first, it was a mystery as to how you’d even lasted that long - but then it became clear.
You were strong with the Force. In fact, you seemed to understand it in a way that no-one else did. You were hardly an expert in using it but you were so sure of yourself and so certain in what you wanted that you could bend it and shape it to your desire. You could use it to fetch faraway items in the same way that you could use it to block other people from using it to understand how you were feeling.
But Obi-Wan saw through you. The whole world could tell, because you slammed doors and stomped your feet but he was the only one who could sense that was something was deeply off. You put up a good fight - an impressive barricade of fake Force emotions and even phonier smiles - but he knew when you weren’t genuine. Your sarcastic quips didn’t come with that glint in your eyes, and you hadn’t insulted him all day.
Thatwas how he ended up outside your door; Obi-Wan didn’t mean to worry about you so much, but it felt only natural. He was concerned for you in the same way he was for Anakin. Except, maybe- just maybe - it was a little deeper than that but if he could half-convince himself of it, hopefully you’d believe it too.
He only had to knock once before you opened the door to your quarters. Your eyes were slightly bleary; you hadn’t been crying, but it looked as though you were about to be pushed over the edge.
“I know that something was off with you today,” Obi-Wan didn’t bother with a greeting.
“I’mfine,”you shook your head. "It’s late. Shouldn’t old people like you be asleep?”
He thinned his eyes at you. “It doesn’t do well to bottle up your feelings."
"How do you know what I’m feeling?” you shot back. Turning on your heel, you spun around to head back into your room. Obi-Wan was hesitant to follow at first, but he took the open-ended statement as an invitation.
He hadn’t been in your room before, but somehow it was exactly as he’d expected it to be. The place was tidy-but-cluttered; your bed was made and your books were organised, but there were robes and random knick-knacks stacked and strewn everywhere. He didn’t understand how you could have possibly used the space to meditate and relax - but you didn’t seem like the sort of person who did either of those things.
“So?”
“So what?”
“So how do you know what I’m feeling?” you took a seat at the foot of your bed, folding your arms across your chest.
“When you’ve been a Jedi as long as I have, sensing other people’s emotions simply becomes second nature,” Obi-Wan replied. “Especially in your...Padawans.”
“Okay - two things,” you jabbed your finger at him. “Firstly, I am not your Padawan. Secondly, I don’t spend twenty minutes each morning trying to put a Force blockade for you to pretend to know what I’m feeling.”
“There’s no blockade,” he shook his head. “There can’t be, not if I can tell that you’re anxious and you’re scared-”
“- there is,” you cut him off. "I might have not passed the Knight trials yet but blocking people from feeling my emotions was like….chapter one of the Jedi texts.”
There was always the possibility that your attempts at doing so had simply fallen flat, but you were right in saying it was a basic Jedi trick. It was a simple device, something that he’d mastered himself by the time he was eighteen. That left only one option, and it was one that he didn’t like.
Obi-Wan could see through your facade, through your attempts to hinder people from feeling your sentiments. He could feel your emotions as though were his own, as if he could understand them in a way that no-one else could. You weren’t making yourself vulnerable to him, not intentionally. There was only one possible explanation for it.
It was the beginning of a Force connection - one that neither of you had ever intended to forge.
He couldn’t tell you that. He’d have to explain why, but he wasn’t entirely sure what it meant. It certainly wasn’t one of a Padawan and her master; that would have taken much longer. It was also worlds away from any kind of connection that friends would have - and that’s what the pair of you were, no?
So Obi-Wan gave you a fake smile. He agreed with you, pretending to admit that yes, he was pretending to feel your emotions. He didn’t admit that he felt everything you were experiencing; he didn’t tell you that he could sense every fleeting thought and every transient connection…
…Including the one where you suspected you might have felt something too.
But, you and Obi-Wan were nothing if not good at pretending you were hiding your feelings. He left your room that night and neither of you ever mentioned it again, even though you both knew what it was. What had started as a simple admiration for the other had begun to grow into something beyond either of your control.
It was easy at first to pretend that you falling for the Jedi; sliding closer and closer down the slippery slope of unrequited feelings with each passing day. Every smile that you exchanged and every glint of mischief that Obi-Wan sensed whenever you made a sarcastic quip was passed off as normal; nobody else could tell what was going on - and thank fuck, because then you’d both be truly screwed.
It was eight months in that the cracks in your guise began to show. You were on a mission - nothing particularly dangerous or out of the ordinary. Having been assigned to take down some particularly nasty and rebellious bounty hunters, you, Obi-Wan and Anakin felt a little over-qualified for the job but it was all the more reason to do it. You were desperate to prove yourself, to finally be awarded knighthood.
Perhaps it was that cockiness that lead you to slip up. You ended up with a knife in your shoulder, dangerously close to your chest; it was bad, but not so bad that you were going to lifelessly flail to the ground, or die on the jet home. With some bacta-spray and a few stitches, you were going to be fiiiiine.
Obi-Wan didn’t see it that way though. Oh, he did not see it that way at all; the Jedi knight blew his lid in a way that shocked even Anakin, and that was truly saying something when you considered his Padawan’s reckless nature. He yelled - he shouted and he ranted and he nagged until his throat was raw and his face red.
“How could you do something so stupid? I almost - we almost lost you. Do you want to be a Jedi knight? Because you can’t do that if you’re dead, and you certainly won’t pass the trials if you blindly run towards danger like that.”
You weren’t an idiot - and it didn’t take one to know that Obi-Wan’s outburst wasn’t about the trials. It wasn’t about you being reckless; it was far from it. It was the fact he could have lost you, and even though you’d only been in his life for the better part of eight months, he’d never become attached so fast. You’d made him do the one thing he’d always sworn not to and the worst part was that you weren’t even trying.
You were just there, simply existing - and apparently, it was enough to drive him insane.
Then, you’d been there ten months. You’d been prancing about Obi-Wan Kenobi’s life with your beautiful stature and stupid comments for the better part of three hundred days (not that he was counting). Your repressed feelings for one another were simply a fact of life; something you both acknowledged to yourselves but would never, ever admit. You couldn’t and you wouldn’t - or so you told yourself.
It was common for Jedi to accompany politicians on diplomatic missions; you were to act as a bodyguard of sorts and keep an eye out for any danger. You and Obi-Wan had been assigned to keep an eye on a ball in Naboo.
It was a beautiful planet; bustling and peaceful, energetic and calming all at once. The weather was beautiful and it was one of the missions that made your job feel worth it. Everything had gone to plan and you’d even retired early for the night, taking to the balcony of your luxurious hotel room to admire the view.
The sky was tinged pink, bleeding into the remaining blue of the evening as the day faded out into night. There was a slight chill in the warm air, a welcome contrast to the otherwise stuffy atmosphere that had been shrouding the planet during the day.
You heard your hotel room door open - you didn’t need to turn around to see who it was. You could sense Obi-Wan from the other side of the galaxy if you had tried, let alone ten metres away. He had a calm presence, one of a weathered and levelled Jedi who probably meditated a lot. Neither part of that statement was something you could relate to.
“Nice view, right?” you kept your back to him, arms gently dangling over the rails of the balcony.
“It certainly one of the more beautiful parts of the galaxy,” Obi-Wan replied. A moment later, you saw him mimic your position out the corner of your eye.
"What brings you to my neck of the woods?” you asked, tilting your head to face him.
He knew what he wanted to say: I can feel everything that you’re experiencing and I know that you’re sad, but this is the best planet in the galaxy and I can’t work out why.
But because of the slight not-admitting-your-feelings pickle, Obi-Wan settled for a simple “you looked sad today.”
He’d half been expecting an insult; a fuck off, you nosy Jedi or a go back to whatever planet you came from, mullet head. He had never in a million years thought that you would entertain his question, let alone open up to him.
“I used to come here with Gio,” you continued to stare out into the distance. "He worked with the Queen a lot and more often than not, we’d be assigned this exact sort of job. It was kind of our place.”
That was the first sign you’d shown of missing your master. Maker, of course you missed him - you’d spent the better part of your almost-twenty-two years with him. He was an asshole in every sense of the word but he’d been like a brother to you. It also confirmed to Obi-Wan that you were probablya human being and not a sarcastic, person-like droid, something which came of a relief to him.
“I slag the man off to no end but I loved him,” you continued. "He was the only family I had, the only connection to an identity beyond being a Padawan.”
“I felt the same when I lost Qui-Gon,” Obi-Wan reached across, gently resting his hand on top of yours. “I felt lost without his guidance, as though the world were suddenly a lot bigger. A lot darker.”
“Gio always seemed to know what to do,” you fondly smiled. "He definitely didn’t know everything but he was good at acting like it.”
“Perhaps that’s where youget it from,” he nudged you slightly with his elbow.
"If I turn out half as good a Jedi as him, then I’m happy,” you replied.
"You are a brilliant Jedi, farmore than half as good as Gio,” Obi-Wan gave your hand a light squeeze. "A little reckless, yes, but you have all the makings of a brilliant warrior.”
“Is this the part where you tell me it’s because of your training over the last ten months?” you fully rotated your body around to face him, a teasing smile on your face.
“Isuppose that might have helped,” he beamed back at you. "It’s not been an easy situation for either of us. I’ve got my hands tied up with Anakin and you lost your master at the worst time.”
“It"s not been that bad though, surely?” you scrunched up your nose. “I’d love to have me, I’m pretty fucking cool.”
“You are.”
“Say it,” you flipped your hand over underneath his, intertwining your fingers. "I’ve never heard you swear before.”
“Say what?”
“That I’m pretty fucking cool.”
Obi-Wan bit his lip for a moment - but then he smiled. “You’re pretty fucking cool.”
It was hardly the most romantic set-up for your first kiss but as the words left his lips, you felt something click. You were miles out from the temple - miles out from all your troubles. At that moment, with the way he was smiling at you, blue eyes distant caught under the pink of the evening and fingers intertwined, it felt like you were the only two people in the galaxy.
Obi-Wan"s lips were soft, welcoming and warm like a mellow summer’s day. Your bodies slotted together perfectly, his hands on your hips and yours on his neck as though whoever had created the galaxy had crafted them just for each other. It stole the air from your lungs and nothing else - not a single person, not a single issue or single rule - mattered. It was him and only him.
That was when he finally admitted to himself that he was in love with you. It wasn’t in a simple way either; it was deep and it was true and there was no letting go.
And letting go would be something both of you struggled with every time the galaxy seemed to want to rip the two of you apart.
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Summary: After years of hiding, Din finds his girlfriend on a planet with a child.
Warning: Fluff, Angst
Word Count: 1.8k
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Three suns ruled over the land and the clouds in the hues of murky waters had travelled away. Tall trees protected the inconspicuous cottage of light stone. Smoke rose from the chimney, letting the inhabitants of the village know that someone lived in the nondescript building on the outskirts in the far south by the lake of hundreds of waterlilies.
Flowers of various colours grew out of the dark soil, bordered by a holey fence in light tones. The woman, dressed in the long dress in light shades, looked through the tinted window flanked by long curtains and witnessed her daughter sitting under the lonely tree playing with her dolls of straw next to the sandpit. The cake Y/N had baked was on a plate on the round table with two identically looking chairs of wood.
Smiling, the young mother strolled through the kitchen towards the open door leading into the house and leaned against the frame, unable to take her eyes off of her daughter playing in the shade of the tree. Her heart ached, realising her little sunflower had grown fast. She didn’t have to count, had placed six candles on the cake of fresh strawberries and slices of apples. Y/N pushed herself off the wood and stepped into the light of the fading suns.
“Hey my little sunflower.” Y/N breathed.
Laughing, she halted in front of her daughter, playing with the three dolls. The dark brown eyes immediately settled on Y/N and again a dagger pierced through her aching heart, felt how it broke each year a little more. Guilt dripped from her parted lips, but Y/N knew she had done the right thing. No child should be raised in a spaceship, and Y/N knew they would have taken her daughter away the moment she was born. A veil of sadness rested over her features. Tears tried to block her view of her child, but Y/N was proud she had escaped before anyone could find out she was carrying the creation of deep love.
The memories of the early morning when she had disappeared returned and Y/N remembered the moment as if it had happened yesterday. In great haste she had fled, was heading for a planet far away from war, from ships, destruction and hunters trying to kill them all. Sometimes when darkness ruled with iron fist over the fields, Y/N wondered if she had made the right decision, but whenever Y/N looked out the window and saw her daughter playing in the garden with an unmistakable smile on her face, Y/N knew she had done the right thing.
“Mama, don’t cry,” Eloise breathed, thought she understood the sadness in her mother’s gaze.
Gently, the young girl placed her hands on her mother’s cheeks and brushed the hot tears away.
“I don’t mind that you gave me a doll as a present and the cake you baked and the dress you made is wonderful, I’ll show it to my friends’, they’ll surely want you to make them one too.” laughed the girl, wanting to cheer her mother up, thinking she knew the reason for the falling tears.
“I’m not crying because of you, my sunflower. I’m fine. The suns are blinding.” Y/N tried to talk herself out of it, but she couldn’t, couldn’t fool her daughter.
“Come here mum, I don’t mind and I want to eat the cake tonight and later I will read the book and I heard the stars will be out today so we can stay out here in the garden.”, “That’s a beautiful idea and I’m already looking forward to it.” replied Y/N.
The girl with the long dark brown hair rose from the meadow and let go of the dolls reflecting a small perfect family, Y/N couldn’t give her. Spreading her arms, Y/N immediately understood what her daughter desired and embraced the dark-eyed girl, hugging her tightly and pressing her firmly to her chest.
“Mummy?” the girl breathed into her mother’s ear.
Fear was evident in her troubled voice.
“Is everything alright?”, “I’m scared, mum, there’s a strange-looking man. He is looking at me and you.” Eloise stammered.
Suddenly Y/N´s eyes widened. Swiftly she turned and then gulped. The suns were no longer blinding, clouded by a dense layer of wandering clouds yet she shielded her eyes with her right hand, thought her eyes were fooling her. Y/N would recognise him clad in heavy armour among billions. Her heart stopped beating. The cloak was long, swayed back and forth in the rising breeze. Y/N’s fingers clawed into the flowing material of the dress of her daughter, forcing her to stay behind her, trying to protect her with her body, would protect her with her life.
“Don’t be afraid my sunflower, stay behind me.” Y/N demanded in a stern tone.
Y/N knew there was no point in leaving, to run away.
“Who is that man?” “You don’t have to fear; I will protect you and if he gets too close, then hide in the house. Run away and don’t come out.” Y/N instructed calmly.
“And what about you?”, “Didn’t you hear me?” she said sternly, and Eloise nodded.
His breathing was heavy, recognised the woman he still loved from the depths of his heart. How many years he had spent with searching for Y/N, Din no longer remembered but knew it had to be many, more than five. Anger spread through his chest. Under his mask, he grimaced, had noticed the girl, knew the woman, his wife had found a lover, a new man.
“How can I help you?” Y/N asked unsure what to say.
Y/N tried to be emotionless, didn’t want to show fear and agony, knew she had to be strong but her lower lip betrayed her.
“Why did you leave me?” it escaped him.
Warmth spread through her heart. The last time she had heard his was a long time ago, so long, seeming for forever. The words were harsh and dripping with venom yet there was love lurking in the shadows. Din didn’t want to waste a second with asking useless questions, needed answers as fast as possible.
“I’m sorry.”, “You’re sorry?” he cried.
Y/N flinched, feeling her daughter’s fingers digging harder into the flowing dress.
“I had to Din, I couldn’t stay. I had to leave everything behind.” Y/N tried to reassure him.
“Because of who? How could you do this to me? I love you.”, “You betrayed me!” he screamed from the deepest recesses of his soul.
Sadness was evident in his breaking voice. Threateningly he approached her but Y/N did not flinch, making herself taller, knowing Din had noticed the girl. His senses were clouded and eyes dilated. Darkness rooted in them, dark and dooming. Words dripping with hate, an enchanted potion escaped, but Y/N felt no hate nor fear, had fallen in love with the dark eye’s moons ago, knew he would never hurt her.
“I have wasted years of my life looking for you! I’ve destroyed ships and planets just for you, to find out that you live on a lonely planet and you’ve found a new man. I thought you died.” hatred oozed from his voice.
“I didn’t cheat on you Din. I would never do something like that. Please believe me, I love you, I have always loved you.” Y/N said.
She felt fingers digging into the long dress but suddenly the touch disappeared. Eyes met on a battlefield, he made it impossible to look away. Tears tried to cloud her vision.
“Get away from my mama!” echoed a shaking yet firm voice.
Fists collided with the steel of the armour in dark hues. Small hands tried to push him away, and the man allowed it, looked down and suddenly he saw clearly. The story became clearer.
“Eloise.” she breathed her daughter’s name.
A mask covered his face, but Y/N thought she could see the confusion in the eyes settling on the girl who stood protectively before her mother, arms wide, forbidding him to come closer. Tears adorned her face and her cheeks were painted in a light red tone. Firmly Y/N pressed her daughter tightly against her, hugging and breathing loving words into her ear.
“Everything is all right. You don’t have to be afraid of him. He’s actually a nice man.” Y/N whispered in her ear, reaping the words over and over again.
Dirt covered his dark trousers. His hands slid to the helmet and dropped it to the ground. He couldn’t believe his eyes, thought his helmet made him see other things, but he saw the colour of his eyes, saw the tone of his hair and his tan skin. Closely Din studied the crying girl in the arms of the woman he loved. The next breeze carried away the veil of hate and anger. Din recognised the eyes and noticed Eloise had his nose and hair. A soft smile spread on his lips, found the answer why Y/N had disappeared and realised he was a fool for believing she had left him for another man. His thoughts humoured him. Hesitantly, Din took one step and gathered courage. Pride filled his chest. With long steps, he slowly went towards them, not wanting to frighten the little girl, and dropped to his knees three steps away from them.
“I’m sorry,” Y/N whispered, lifting her gaze.
She knew there was no point in hiding the truth behind a layer of twisted tales.
“No, I’m sorry,” Din spoke out.
Love was the only emotion Y/N could see in his eyes. He took off the gloves covering his fingers and let them fall to the ground next to him. The sand was rising with the dust. Slowly Din crawled and halted again as the gazes met and smelled the faint smell of spring lingering in the air. Carefully, his right hand approached her face, wanting to remove the tears he had summoned.
“No, Eloise, you don’t have to be afraid of him. He won’t hurt me.” Y/N said in a loving yet stern.
The little girl listened and nodded, wanted to rise and protect her mother from the touch of the stranger.
“I had to go. I had to leave. Please forgive me.”, “I understand, but I would never have left you alone. The two of you. You should have told me. I would have fled with you if you had told me or I would have made sure they wouldn’t take our child away.” the Mandalorian breathed.
The question didn’t need to escape, had found the answer in her eyes. Smiling, Din faced the young girl, reached out and his heart quickened as his daughter placed her small hand, miniature compared to his, in his palm and Din knew he had found his home.
Dirty Jazz, Pretty Princess ⋯ Chap. Five: Higher Love
Finally, the next part to this story! As I explained on some of my other fics, I’ve been very busy with a lot of things, personal and with college, so I’m finally getting the chance to write fanfiction again! Hopefully I’ll be able to balance my schedule better this semester I hope you all enjoy!!! Chapter title comes from Higher Love by Odd Chap (Listen to it here!)
Tags: Modern! AU, College! AU, Mafia/Crimeboss! AU, Smut, Like literally this is all smut, Dom/Sub dynamics, Daddy Kink, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Choking, Aftercare
Word Count: 2719
You were usually never the type to fuck on the first date. But gods above, this man did things to you. Caught up in the sweet haze of lust, you didn’t realize that the car had pulled up to the Fett mansion until Boba squeezed your hips and pulled away.
“How ‘bout we take this to the bedroom, princess,” Boba hummed in your ear. He gave your neck a quick kiss before opening his door. He quickly stepped out and extended a hand to help you out.
“We are not to be disturbed for the rest of the night,” Boba ordered his staff, who obediently nodded their heads. A thrill went up your spine, excited at the mere thought of spending the night with him.
An elbow gently nudged your arm; Fennec. She had the kind of smirk on her face that told you she knew where things were headed between you and Boba tonight. “Have fun, princess.” She winked at you playfully, and before you could even calculate some kind of response, she was off to her room.
But Fennec was no longer on your mind when Boba pulled you into his embrace and lifted you with ease into a bridal carry. Your hands curled into his chest as a light gasp slipped from your lips at the suddenness of the action.
Boba chuckled at your surprise, “Don’t fret, I’ve got you princess,” he squeezed your body in his arms comfortingly as he ascended the stairs to his room two at a time. You felt like you could have melted in his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his neck, kissing the skin that wasn’t covered by his dress shirt or jacket.
Soon enough, however, you were being dropped onto a bed. The mattress was firm beneath you but the feeling was eclipsed by the softness of the blankets. You had no time to look around the room you were in before Boba enveloped you into another kiss, and the rest of the world was long forgotten. His lips shifted to your neck, sucking hickeys into the delicate skin there. A needy whine escaped your lips at the feeling of him marking you; you had never felt this wanted, this possessed, before in your life. And hell, you craved it.
“Lift up, sweet girl,” He murmured against your neck, his hands pulling on the neckline of your dress, “I want this thing off.”
You arched your back off the bed, intending to unzip the dress yourself. But before you could even move your arm underneath you, Boba’s strong hand was already pulling down the zipper, and moving the singular strap down your arm.
Boba groaned upon seeing your nearly-nude form, the strapless bra and panty set you and Fennec decided on was clearly a good choice. Any nervousness you had before about Boba seeing you nude was far from your mind at the moment, as you felt completely devoured in his gaze.
You lost your breath once his lips made contact with your sternum, and he began kissing down to the seam of the bra. Without even trying to undo the straps, Boba ripped the bra off of your form, your breasts now exposed to the steamed air. If there wasn’t a waterfall between your thighs before, there definitely was now. You were beginning to feel like a dog in heat, that primal submissiveness overriding any kind of logic or reasoning.
“Daddy, please,” you whimpered, your head falling back against the fluffy satin pillows as he laved at a perky nipple. He had hardly touched you yet you were overwhelmed by his presence.
“What is it, pretty princess? What do you need from daddy, hm?” Boba cooed, his deep soothing rumble further sending you into that hazy state. You could hardly form a response. A jumble of whimpers and breathy moans taking the place of a coherent sentence.
A semblance of reality came back to you when you felt a hand at your throat. It was a light pressure. Boba was in no way choking you, but it brought you back down from the cloud of half-consciousness.
“What was that, Y/n?” he tilted your chin with his thumb, making you look at him. One of his perfect brows was raised in question and you never felt such an intense urge to kiss someone before that moment.
“I need you,” you whispered, not caring how desperate you sounded, “need you everywhere, Daddy.”
That smile; stars, he could kill you with that smile. “You need me everywhere, princess? I think you need to be more specific.”
His hand left its former place on your throat as his lips moved down your breasts and to your stomach. You whined, his teasing tone not making the situation in your underwear any better.
“You need me here, princess?” Boba questioned, his head rising as his hands groped at your tits. You inhaled sharply as you shook your head. He mock-frowned, leaning over your body so that you were face-to-face. His warm breath fanned over your very-heated cheeks as he teased you. “Well, where do you need me then? Hm? I can’t make you feel good if you don’t tell me what you need, little one.”
You whined, your head once again falling back against the pillows. Boba clicked his tongue, pulling your head back up to look at him. “C’mon Y/n, be good for me and tell Daddy what you really want.”
“Need you in my pussy, please,” you felt your face tingle as the sinful words escaped your lips before your anxiety could censor you. You certainly said the right words, as Boba let out the most gorgeous moan in response.
“Oh princess, that mouth you have,” he shook his head as he peppered kisses down your body, “If I wasn’t desperate to taste you I’d give you a good punishment for using such filthy language.” You shivered at that, your mind already supplying you fantasies of what such “punishments” could entail. You could only imagine what a man like Boba Fett was capable of.
You tensed slightly when you felt his lips on your inner thigh. He looked up at you from where he was; on his knees, your legs thrown over his strong, broad shoulders. He looked ravenous, but he stopped himself, wanting to make sure you were okay with what he was going to do next.
“Please keep going,” you encouraged him, “I’m sorry, no one’s ever done this for me before and–” The feeling of his lips sucking a hickey into the soft skin of your thigh pulled you from your nervous rambles.
“They don’t know what they’re missing, sweet girl,” he murmured, kissing the forming mark, “Let me take care of you, princess.”
Oh, he took care of you alright.
Boba practically moaned when his eyes finally fell upon your underwear, finding them almost entirely soaked through. “No wonder you’re so needy, princess,” he teased as he ripped the ruined fabric from you. When his mouth made contact with your wet, warm entrance, your head fell back at the sheer relief of stimulation. You had always wondered what oral felt like. You remember when your friends back home would discuss sex with their boyfriends, how weird it felt or how some just straight-up refused to perform oral. But this feeling, this feeling of Boba grasping your thighs and plunging his tongue, moaning and groaning at the taste, made all of their tales seem like fallacies.
Your hands went down to his head, fingers curling themselves into his short black locks. The curly coarseness helped ground you as Boba took your pleasure from you with his tongue.
“That’s it, good girl, keep taking it,” Boba praised while sliding one deliciously thick finger into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back into your skull and you whimpered. You didn’t want to cum this quickly, but your arousal was getting the better of you at this point.
You pushed on his head, whining as your crest was coming closer and closer. Boba removed his head from your center, looking up at you with raised eyebrows as he continued to pump a finger in and out of you. “What’s wrong, baby? Use your words,” he added when you only replied with little moans and whimpers.
“Gonna cum,” you squeaked, your voice unrecognizable to your own ears. Boba gave you a soft smile as he slid a second finger alongside the first, your nails digging into his scalp as a cry flew from your lips.
“You’re gonna cum, princess? Is that right?” his fingers started moving faster and faster. The pleasure was beginning to precipice. Your back arched and you practically screamed his name. “Don’t keep holding on baby, give in, I want to see you cum on my fingers, come on, let go Y/n,” his whispered permission and encouragement was all you needed to allow yourself to let go and soak his hand with your release.
You felt hazy. Sensations were starting to blur together. The whispered praise and kisses against your skin, the soft blankets beginning to get wet from sweat. It was in this hazy moment of your soul sliding back down into your body after reaching sexual nirvana you realized that no man would ever compare to Boba Fett. His kindness. His fierce protectiveness. His strength. His sex. He’s ruined you. In that moment, you were his, and you were content with that.
When you came back down, you pulled your head up and looked at him. He was still in his dress shirt and dress pants. You could see the bulge there practically pulsing, and the only thing on your mind was wanting to make him feel good just like how he made you feel good.
His large hands were massaging your thighs gently, his dark eyes looking at you with such affection you thought you could melt in their gaze. “That was good, wasn’t it princess?”
“Yes, Daddy,” you replied, your voice still pitchy and slightly rough, “Wanna make you feel good, please.” You pushed yourself up, desperately wanting to kiss him in that moment.
“You make me feel good by just being with me, little one,” Boba cupped your face, indulging you in a kiss for a moment before pulling away, “but right now, Daddy wants to claim what’s his.” As he spoke, a hand creeped down to cup your pussy possessively. The soft look in his eyes contrasted with his words and actions. Butterflies erupted in your stomach, that needy arousal coming back quicker than expected.
“Please,” you begged him, craning your neck to look up at him as he rose to hastily remove his clothes, “I wanna be yours Boba, only yours.”
Some of the buttons broke off from his shirt in his rush to take it off. His hands grasped at you, pulling you exactly where and how he wanted you. It was at this moment your eyes finally fell upon his cock. He was thick and long, and your pussy clenched at the thought that it was going in you in a matter of moments.
“You think you’re ready for me, princess?” Boba took your chin between his fingers, forcing your eyes away from his cock to look directly into his eyes. That softness they held moments before was eclipsed by the clouds of lust floating over the both of you.
“Yes Daddy,” you whimpered, “Please, I need you in me, please.”
The second he slid into you, it felt like the world turned on its axis. Boba groaned out a pleasured “Fuck,” and if you could form a coherent word, you’d agree with him. But for now, a wordless cry would have to suffice. He continued to slowly push in, savoring the feeling of your pussy hugging him tightly. When he bottomed out, his forehead fell against yours as you both caught your breaths.
“So fucking good to me,” Boba growled, “So tight, so obedient. You’re my perfect little princess, aren’t you Y/n?”
The whine you let out was primal and needy, words still unable to be put together in your pleasure-addled mind.
The hand wrapping around your throat and the hand slapping at your ass quickly brought you to coherence. “I want words, little one. Tell me you’re my perfect little princess, Y/n.”
“Yes!” You cried, “ ‘m your perfect little princess Boba!” You gasped out a loud “Daddy!” As he started a quick, rough pace at your agreement. His groans and growls were music to your ears, and you harmonized with your own moans and howls of pleasure as he pummeled into you.
In and out and in and out, he moved with such vigor and continued to steal your breath as he barked praises for you in between groans. You weren’t sure how it was possible, but a second orgasm was already coming upon you, so much quicker than the last. And also unlike the last, you couldn’t hold yourself back, the pleasure completely catching you off-guard you nearly screamed. Your entire being was fuzzy, soul leaving your body as Boba fucked you through it.
“Good fucking girl, soak my cock princess,” he growled, a hand going down to rub at your clit. You whimpered at the continual stimulation as you pulsed around him, your orgasm extended. “That’s it, keep taking it, that’s a good girl.”
Boba showed no signs of slowing down as he continued to fuck you. Even when flipping you around so that your ass was in the air, he didn’t stutter in the slightest. He just kept pounding away in the same staccato rythm. Your voice was incredibly hoarse by now, your noises reverting to lame whimpers. Meanwhile, Boba was getting louder, his praises spilling unhindered from his lips. He praised you for everything. For how beautiful you were. How your pussy wrapped around his cock like you were made for him. How well you behaved at the ball. How submissive you were in this moment. How your ass bounced as he thrust into you. He slapped your ass a few times, your pleasured whines driving him to do it even more, making your ass as red as an apple.
Soon enough, you were cumming for the third time. And now, Boba was not far behined. He cummed with a groan of your name, and you sighed as you felt it jet in you. Good thing you had an implant. Boba remained there for a moment, rubbing your ass to soothe the tingling. He then pulled out, and you whimpered, your fingers curling into the sheets below you. A few moments later, you felt a cool rag wiping your entrance. You tensed and gasped, but Boba hushed you, leaning over your body to kiss your neck. Once he was done, you flopped down to the bed, feeling exhausted from the night’s activities. Boba chuckled at you, lightly slapping your ass. You responded with a pleased hum into the blankets.
“I’m hoping that was as good for you as it was for me,” Boba murmured as he laid down beside you, pulling you into his embrace. You nuzzled your face into his chest, a smile growing.
“Gods Boba, it was incredible,” you peered up to see his soft smile, it made your chest flutter again.
“I didn’t go too far?” He asked as he soothingly stroked your back, and you shook your head, “No, you were perfect.”
He kissed your forehead tenderly, “Good. The last thing I want to do is hurt or scare you. I’d like to establish a safeword system. For next time.”
You shivered at the idea of “next time.” You yawned before you could respond, sleepiness beginning to take over. “Is it okay if we talk about it in the morning? I feel like I could pass out any second.”
Boba chuckled again, pulling the blankets out from under the both of you so they could cover you. “Of course, sweetheart,” your lips met again, and you sighed at how tender the kiss was. Oh this man and his dualities. Harsh and rough one moment, sweet and tender another.
“G’night,” you mumbled as you snuggled deeper into his embrace, and you hardly registered his lips on your forehead before you were dragged into the trenches of sleep.
Request sent by @anilynworlds:Hi ! I’d very much like to submit a request. Darth Vader x Fem!Reader where they’re long time partner. Urgent, rough, impatient sex after a long, too long separation (something they aren’t used to). Thank you very much if you accept (because they aren’t enough people writing for Vader ❤)
Of course!! Vader is such an interesting character to write for these reader-inserts to me. Thank you so much for sending this request!
Relationship(s): Darth Vader/F!Reader
Tags: Smut, Rough Sex, Choking, Spanking, Dirty Talk, Restraints, Inappropriate Use of the Force, Artificial Penis, Robodick, Fluff, Song: To Be Alone (Hozier)
Mustufar was loud. Lava was always moving, something on the planet always erupting. It was hauntingly beautiful at points, dreadfully annoying at others. Like now, when you were trying desperately to sleep.
Of course, it didn’t help that your beloved was away, going on four cycles on some mission for the emperor. Usually, you were allowed to accompany him for most of the things the emperor asked of him, but not this time. It appeared to be top-secret, and even at your high rank, you didn’t know what it was about.
The bed felt barren without Vader. You were so used to his presence that it felt lonely laying in the large bed built for two.
You could recognize the screech of a TIE fighter anywhere, and your body shot up at the noise. Running to the window, a smile slipped up to your lips. He’s home.
You throw on a robe and slide into your slippers. Your night clothes weren’t the most glamorous, but it would have to do. You needed to see him now.
The annoying clack to your slippers echoed in the silent hallways, all the staff in Vader’s palace asleep, aside from the guards at the front of the palace.
It was like a breath of fresh air, seeing your beloved again. He was ridged in his posture, as always, and thankfully there appeared to be no injuries. He relaxed slightly when he saw you, breathing out your name and accepting your hug graciously.
His armor was cold to the touch, and you inhaled sharply before speaking.
“I missed you,” you whispered.
“And I you, my star,” Vader rested his helm against yours, “What are you doing up at this hour?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” you reply, “You know how I get when you aren’t in bed with me.”
You could hear the chuckle in his eternally low tone, “Yes, I do know how you get. I’m sorry it took me this long to come home to you.”
“You’re home now, and that’s what matters.” You kissed his mask where his lips would be. smiling at him.
Vader’s hands fell to your waist for a moment, then began a sneaking, slow descent to your ass. Once his gloved hands groped at you, he murmured as low as he could.
“Why don’t we go to bed, love?”
An excited thrill ran up your spine. You nodded. Vader let his helmet fall down to your forehead. You were able to relish in the intimacy of it for a moment before Vader pulled you up over his shoulder. You gasped at the sudden movement, your fingers curling into his armor as he carried you back to the bedroom.
“I am not going to be gentle with you tonight, my star,” Vader rumbled, “I intend to show you how much I longed for you while I was away.”
“Please show me,” you were begging already, feeling that sharp tingle of arousal in your gut.
“I will give you everything, do not fret,” Vader’s gloved arm pinning your waist to his shoulder squeezed you reassuringly as he arrived at the bedroom, quickly slamming his hand on the open button.
The second the door swished open he had you on the bed, using the force to close the door and lock it behind him.
“You will be good for me and follow my every command, won’t you?” Vader cooed, sliding his gloved hand teasingly up and down your face, from cheek to temple to cheek again.
“Yes, my lord,” you replied breathlessly, and your night clothes were torn off you in an instant. You inhaled sharply, being suddenly bare in the chilly room. Vader hushed you, moving his now-warm, leather-clad hands up and down your nude form. It was light, teasing touches that drove you mad with desire. You wanted in that moment to grab his hands and pin him down and take your pleasure from him. And he knew it, too. He knew every dirty thought going through your mind at that moment. But when you wanted to move your arms, you felt the heavy weight of the force holding you down. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to, just how he liked it.
“Stay still, my star,” Vader lightly slapped the inside of your thigh, “I will take care of us both.”
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock, hard and ready. It was artificial, yes, but it didn’t feel that way. It was warm, and it always filled you up. Just like now, as Vader didn’t wait another moment, sliding into your wet heat. Your head fell back. You missed this, this feeling of wholeness, of love. A moan escaped your lips as a relentless pace was set, a gloved hand flying to your throat forcing you to look at him.
“That’s right, look at me while I take what is mine, sweet one,” Vader growled, squeezing your throat and making you see stars with every thrust. Your whole body shivered and quaked under the unyielding pleasure pulsing through your veins. Everything was too much, but all you could do was cry out and stare at the man bringing all of these heavenly sensations to you.
Each of your mewls and moans was met with grunted praise from Vader as he relentlessly pounded in and out of you. He was truly taking what he wanted out of you, and you allowed yourself to be plundered by this powerful warrior seeking the bounty of bliss. You were his and only his. You knew this very well, but Vader enjoyed reminding you of that fact, especially after a mission that kept him away longer than he liked.
“You are so good for me, my star,” Vader groaned, “let go, let go for me, I want to feel you–”
You cried his name as that pleasure crested like a tsunami, crashing over and seizing your senses. Vader moaned. He quickly dove in after you, head-first into the sea of overwhelming bliss. His helmet came to rest on your forehead, his breathing labored.
“I love you,” he whispered, almost as if he were afraid to say it. Like it would bring about some unforeseen curse. It was only in these times of emotional vulnerability he would say those words.
You held him tight to your body as you repeated the incantation, feeling as though your hearts were beating as one as the pleasure receded.
“We will never be apart for that long again,” Vader murmured as he slowly grinded his softening cock into you, “I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it, darling,” you replied, kissing the cheeks of his helmet.
You moved your legs slightly, as if to pull away, and Vader’s hands grabbed them instantly.
“Did I say I was done with you?” He questioned.
“N-no,” you stuttered.
“That’s right, I still have lost time to make up for, my love. And I intend to make up for every moment I was away.”
Sleep wasn’t coming tonight. And Mustafar’s volcanoes aren’t to blame.
Wow!!!! A written work!!!!! I’m so sorry it’s been so long!! Turns out being a Creative Writing Major doesn’t give you a whole lot of time to write independent of the class, at least in my ADHD brain I’ve also been going through some things personally that have made it hard to be motivated to write on Winter Break, but here’s something that I’m finally able to put out!! And of course, my grand return is featuring my favorite Mauldalorian, Gar!!! *This is separate from Verburyc!!!!*
Pairing(s): Gar Saxon/F!Reader; M!Mauldalorian/F!Reader
It was a cloudy day in Sundari. Usually, the weather was picture perfect. Warm, sometimes hot, only cold once the sun dipped past the horizon. But today it looked like it could have rained. The clouds shielded the sun from view, giving the city a biting chill to the dry desert air. Gar liked to stand on the balconies of the Sundari palace after a good work out, staring out at the city he hasn’t been in since childhood, since Clan Saxon was exiled along with the rest of House Vizsla all those years ago.
Today, after Gar’s usual mid-morning work-out, he expected to find his usual balcony abandoned. But instead, he saw you.
You were like spice to him. Even just looking at your back, Gar could feel his chest heating up, and a small smile come to his face. He would go out of his way to speak to you at least once a day, just to relieve that burning desire to be around you all the time.
But you weren’t his, and it hurt Gar every time he saw you with the one that had swept you off your feet.
Gar’s pleasure at the sight of you was halted once his ears picked up on a quiet sniffle, and his blood ran cold.
You were crying.
“Y/n?” His voice was unusually tentative.
Your head whipped around, tear tracks running down your gorgeous face, eyes red and puffy.
“Hey Gar,” you tried and failed to clear your cracking throat as more tears slipped from your eyes, “interesting weather we’re having, huh?”
You look down, chuckling at your own failed attempt at trying to mask the hurt you were no doubt feeling inside.
Your breath hitched when you felt his arms wrap around your trembling frame, pulling you to his chest.
“You don’t have to hide your feelings from me,” he murmured, “please, tell me what’s wrong?”
Gar could feel you swallow harshly, “Bev, he…” you inhaled, and Gar could feel tears starting to land on his shirt.
“He said that he didn’t like the look of me… without my armor.” Your voice began trembling, and Gar only held you tighter.
“I… I’ve tried to get my b-ody to l-look a bit more ‘toned,’ but no matter how m-much I work out, my stomach doesn’t g-go away,” your tears were coming profusely, “A-and f-for a wh-while I g-grew to love h-how my body l-looked, b-but B-bev told m-me I wasn’t t-trying hard enough, a-and no Mandalorian w-would e-ever be attracted to m-me.”
Gar felt his own tears welling up, clutching you to him like he would lose you if he let go. “Oh, cyar'ika…”
“M-maybe he’s right,” you whimper, “maybe…”
“No,” Gar whispered, “No, he’s wrong. He’s so wrong, Yn. Look at me, cyar'ika.”
He pulled away from you, cupping your face to make you look at him. Your eyes shimmered with tears, a few more slipping out. They were quickly swiped away by Gar’s thumbs.
“Y/n, you are stunning. Anyone who would get the chance to see all of your beauty would be blessed by the stars, and that di'kut is cursed for turning away from you.”
He smiled down at you, before pressing his forehead against yours. “Gar cuyir mesh'la,” he sighed, “bid mesh'la.”
“Gar…” you whispered. Gar hoped he wasn’t pushing the bounds of your friendship with this keldabe, but at the same time, you weren’t pulling away either.
Gar felt his heart stutter in his chest when two soft hands cupped his cheeks. You pulled away from the keldabe, smiling sadly at him.
“I’ve had feelings for you for quite a while,” you began, your voice slowly returning to normal, “I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, and you are a superior officer…”
“Y/n,” Gar interrupted you, “I adore you. I try to see you at least once a day because you bring so much light to my life, even just looking at you.”
“You always make my day better too, Gar.”
You look down. “I’m sorry that I didn’t act on my feelings, I didn’t realize…”
“It’s okay cyar'ika, we both know now and we’re here together, that’s what matters.” He stroked your cheek, and nearly lost his mind when you leaned into his touch.
“I… I’m not sure I’m ready to jump into another relationship,” you say suddenly, and you were inhaling as if to explain yourself in one go, but Gar hushed you.
“I understand, Y/n. You need time to process everything that’s happened with Bev. I will be here with you every step of the way, and when you’re ready, we can proceed whichever way our relationship takes us, okay?”
In barely a blink of an eye, Gar felt your lips on his, with your arms thrown around his neck. He gasped, letting his arms fall down to your waste and his eyes closed, embracing the softness of your love.
You pulled away soon after, smiling up at him. “Thank you, Gar.” He saw more tears well up in your eyes, this time of happiness.
“Anything for you, cyar'ika,” he replied, relishing in the feeling of his hands on your waist.
It was then that he felt you shiver, and the unusual chill of the Sundari air hit him at last.
“C'mon, you’re shaking, let’s go inside. I can make us some hot teas in my quarters?” Gar suggested.
“I would love that,” you respond, leaning into Gar’s embrace as the two of you walked through the Sundari palace, bits of sun cracking through the clouds.
Gentle breaths filled the room as two bodies were entangled on the bed, basking in the warmth the other provided. Cassian looked down at the body snuggled up against him, his hand glided down their cheek, smiling at the beautiful soul who found peace with him and his hectic life. If he could stop this moment in time he would, because right now there was no worries of the war against empire, no worries of future missions that may one day be his last, none of that applied right now, in this moment in time it was just Cassian and (Y/N), two souls in love in the mystery of life.
His thumb ran along your eyelids, hiding beautiful pools of (e/c) that paled the beauty of the galaxies that his visited throughout his time. Tracing down your cheek, that he loved to kiss when no one was looking because PDA wasn’t something they encouraged among the rebellion, not that he minded, because he didn’t want to share the bashful look on your face with anyone else. He traced over your lips, still seeing them plump from the kisses you shared throughout the night, your hot breath teasing Cassian to kiss them again, wanting to hear the soft moans that were music to his ears.
He continued to take in your beauty as you slept, wondering how lucky he was to end up with someone like you. He pressed a kiss onto your forehead, knowing that it wouldn’t stir you awake. You snuggled up against him, feeling your warm breath tease the skin of his neck, fanning over the marks that you left on his skin throughout the whole night. He pulled you closer, fitting you closer to his body, each curve and dip of your body fitting perfectly against his own, further proving that you were meant for each other.
Spending the night in each other’s arms was a given when he returned from missions. Anyone he landed back in the base, he would beeline straight towards you. Cassian never felt truly relieved till he saw you safe and well, wanting to see with his own eyes that no harm has come to you. Anytime he returns he quickly pulls you to your shared room, wanting to rememorize himself with you and your body, the only solace he finds in the star systems. You were the person that completed him on so many levels, truly one of a kind in the whole galaxy. However this time it was different.
He mind wandered to the events of the mission he just came back from. It was a simple recon mission, observe the base, take as much intel as possible and then leave, there wasn’t supposed to be any bloodshed, but unfortunately there was, costing him half of his men. That loss really made him question his title of captain.
From the moment you spotted him on the landing deck; you instinctively knew that he was breaking, seeing the dark sunken eyes, instead of the usual mirth when he spots you. This Cassian was hurting, breaking from the inside and out, that you had to pull him away, taking his rough hand in yours and pulling him to your shared room. Behind doors you were able to see both the physical damage as well the emotional ones. Soft hands treated the wounds across his body, allowing Cassian to melt the cold exterior that took over him as your hands worked magic on him. Gentle sweet whispers ghosted over his body, each sentence being sealed with a kiss, wanting to assure him that what happened wasn’t his fault and that he did the best he could and that’s all they expected of him.
Cassian lost himself in your body, returning your kisses with his own, mapping out your body with calloused hands and warm lips, reminding him that you were here, alive and well that he himself was alive. You brought him back from the dark depths of his mind, something that he will never fully be able to tell you how much that means to him. Whispers of love and admiration through gasped breaths and moans brought him back to reality. Showing each other’s love multiple times throughout the night eventually ending up with you both wrapped in the bedsheets and each other’s arms.
And it was in mornings like this that Cassian remembers why he puts himself through so much. He puts himself in so much danger for you; if fighting this war means a safer galaxy for you, then he will do it without a second thought, because he plans on one day starting a home with you, building the one thing that he lacked growing up, a family because he couldn’t imagine himself with anyone else but you.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, letting his lips ghost over your forehead before finally kissing your lips.
Your lips pressed against his, letting him bask in their softness for just a few moments before he felt you return his kiss. It was a soft kiss as you slowly started to wake up; your hands cupped his cheek, pulling him in closer feeling the smile that was etched on his lips, making you smile into the kiss as well.
Your eyes slowly opened, letting him loose himself in the galaxies in your eyes that softened when they met his, “I could get used to waking up like that every day,” you admitted as you stole another kiss.
Cassian let out a small laugh, hearing the hoarseness in your voice as you started to stretch, letting the sun’s rays hit your bare flesh before reaching over to grab something to wear, which always turned out being something of his and this morning it just happened to be one of his long-sleeved shirts. He laid back, seeing you move from one end of the room to the next, finding himself enthralled by even the most mundane things you do, always asking himself on how ended up so lucky to have you.
You turned to face Cassian, wondering why he wasn’t getting up, since usually in the mornings he liked getting a briefing of everything that occurred since he last left, but when looked over at him, you wondered what was on his mind to be looking at you that way.
“What?” you smiled, wondering if something was on your face.
“Nothing, I just love looking at you,” he said sitting up in bed, the same gentle loving look on his face.
“Well you better start getting ready before you miss the briefing,” you playfully said, reaching into his drawers to pick something out for him.
You were focused on finding something to wear that you didn’t notice Cassian get up, till you felt his arms around your front, pulling you close as his lips kissed the curves of your neck, already knowing your weak spots. You tilted your head, allowing him ore access, wanting to feel more of him, “how about we just stay in today?” each word punctuated with a kiss, tempting you to go back into bed in his arms.
You turned, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning to give him a kiss, “Cass, what’s with you this morning?”
His arms landed on your hips, his strong classed fingers playing with the hem of his shirt, before dipping his fingers underneath, further tempting you. He kissed you, earning him a moan from your lips as you lost yourself in his kiss, your fingers now burying themselves in his hair. He slowly walked you over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the bed and pulling you with him. You straddled his lap, feeling his hand cup your buttocks, pulling you higher on his lap.
“Marry me,” he whispered, momentarily stopping your heart.
You pulled back, the color somewhat drained from your face, your heart now pounding in your chest, “what?”
“I think you heard me the first time,” that soft smile forming on his face, “marry me (Y/N), make me the happiest man and marry me. I want you to be the first and last thing I see, I want to build a lifetime with you, because no one compares to you, so let me have you, because you already have me,” he finished.
Your throat was dry; you couldn’t answer even if you wanted to. Your heart was pounding against your chest, your breath getting shallower and quicker, yet you still couldn’t get enough air into your lungs. Your hand covered your mouth, a tight feeling growing in your chest as tears started to pool in your eyes. His words kept repeating in your mind, making sure that your ears weren’t deceiving you.
An array of emotions crossed over you that you didn’t know exactly what you were feeling, but looking into his eyes, you could see that he wasn’t joking. He wasn’t just saying it as some part of post morning bliss or some desperation; he genuinely meant what he said. You were lost for words, still not being able to answer because you knew that if you even tried to speak it would just be incoherent sounds. You couldn’t hold in the tears feeling as they rolled down your cheeks with each blink that you made, further clouding up your vision.
Cassian’s face immediately shifted, scared that he may have done something completely wrong. He quickly brought up his hands to wipe the flowing tears that further made you cry at how caring and sweet this man was.
“mi amor, I’m sorry, please just forget what I just said, just please smile for me,” Cassian wanting to make things right again, sacrificing a bit of his happiness if it means bringing yours back, “I’m sorry mi amor,” his voice cradling your face just wanting you to stop crying.
“yes,” a small whisper escaped your lips as you leaned into his hands, your eyes reminding him star clusters with the way they were glistening with tears and a happiness underneath, “I’ll marry you,” your voice cracking in the process.
This time it was Cassian who was lost for words, not expecting to feel so emotional either, as you brought him into a kiss. Salted tears had never tasted sweeter as they have now. His hand intertwined with your left one bringing it up to his chest, letting you feel the rapid heartbeat that was just as fast as yours. you pulled back seeing a bright smile on his face, to others it would be a rare sight, but behind doors with you this was the norm, behind these closed doors he was your to cherish an admire.
You two both skipped the morning meeting, spending that morning showing each other the love that you two had for one another. Whispers and moans filled the room, each of you glad knowing that he will one day be yours and you’ll be his.
welcome to @almondtofus, i’m sloane! this blog is mainly for writing imagines, headcanons, interactions, short drabbles!
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Begun: originally 6/16/20
Updated: 1/5/20
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Boba is on this one! I know he’s technically a clone but oh well :)
Summary:After everything is taken from you and your companion, you try your best to comfort him.
SPOILERS FOR EPSIODE 6
Warnings!:Nothing really! Reader calls mando “Lorian”. Some angst, generally fluffy.
A/N:God wasn’t that a good episode. This is set when Bobas ship takes off, before he sees cara. I really like this piece, after writing two other similar fics, this one was the best.
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He held your hand, through the chaos of it all. thick leather covered fingers grasping at your bare ones, grounding you, grounding him. It went by in a blink of an eye, the child, captured, stolen by a droid dressed in black, an explosion flashing red, your ears ringing, black smoke billowing out. Red shots fired past your head, searing some of your hair. Blink.darkness.
Even when you searched through the rubble of his home, your home, he held onto your hand. Like it was the only thing keeping him in reality, in this crazy fucked up reality. You both ignored the truth, the burned scent wafting around you, the clouds of black every time you stepped. The lack of your little green baby. your eyes watered, and you couldn’t tell if it was because of the ash or…other things.
You didn’t speak until you boarded Bobas ship. With a blanket wrapped around the two of you, huddled into a small makeshift bed set next to a wall. Mando didn’t move, he sat still, head resting on the back of the seat, slightly tilted to you. You felt it, his gaze. Something you had learned over many years. Even though you had never seen him, his fave, you could see his soul. On the outside, he showed anger, passion, and while that was true, the spark inside him was blue, the hottest part of a flame, and the saddest color. The ship held memories, long before he invited you on board. even if the happiest memories were with you, that ship was the last remaining attachment to his kin.
“Hey, Lorian.” you leaned closer to him, his cold armor pressing against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “we’re gonna be okay.”
The Mandalorian was silent, his deep breaths filling the air instead of an answer. His mind was racing, how he would get himself out of this. He wasn’t where he was supposed to be, this ship, that was too smooth and warm, jarringly perfect. He was supposed to be with Grogu, awaiting a Jedi to come and help train him. Then, it would be the two of you again, willingly. This, this just felt like a stolen moment, another thing on the long list that had been stolen from him.
“How are you so sure?” He nearly laughed, an uncomfortable, sorrow filled laugh. Throughout everything, you always remain optimistic. Always with a smile, saying ‘it’ll be ok’ or ‘we’ve made it through worse, this is nothing’
“Because doubt isn’t an option.” You said simply. “Especially when I’m around you.”
There was nothing but you could do but smile, and while it was hard, it was something.
“You should sleep. We have a rough day ahead of us.” you held his hand a bit tighter, drawing it up to your lips, placing a small, sweet kiss on the leather. “if not for you, for me.”
He sighed, letting his hand slip away from yours, resting it on your thigh, drawing tiny circles on your skin. He smiled to himself. Looking at you, and your thinly veiled fright, trying so hard to keep him calm. He didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve you. But here you were, wrapping your arm around his waist, and your head on his shoulder. Suddenly the warmth of the ship didn’t bother him, not when he focused of the warmth of you. He was going to get the child back, with your hep. He wouldn’t lose anything else. But…maybe he could enjoy the quiet with you, melt into your touch for the first time, let some guards down.
His breaths started to match your slowing ones. In, hold, out. and soon enough, a well needed sleep fell upon him. Dreamless, just how he liked it.
“Mhmm, well I’m terribly sorry, Master, I’ve been a very bad girl.” you moaned, tossing your head back on the cold concrete wall.
You felt so exposed. There was a code, and well, admittedly you did not follow it. But you maintained innocence around the Jedi. And…this was a bit much. An inch or less and your nipples would be out, and that certainly was against the code. Indecent exposure, it was almost like you were a Mandalorian, with all the dumb rules. How could someone do work while worked up with such pent up lust?
“if you keep saying shit like that, you’re going to get yourself into deep trouble, young one.” He bit down on his lip, hair falling onto his face. A look like that could kill.
Anakin Skywalker: This guy fucks. But before he married Padme he would always call out her name when cumming. It made every hookup awkward. Maybe worth it because he does go down for hours. LOVES it when his hair is pulled. Obvi choking is his 1# kink.
Obi Wan Kenobi: this guy FUCKS. Bisexual whore trope at it’s finest. fatass big dick and knows how to use it. Has pegged and will get pegged. Somehow hasn’t fucked at least 1 person on every single planet though. All for things to happen “naturally” as he explains. Still witty and talkitive during sex.
Cassian Andor: Pretends he fucks but doesn’t. Actually looking for a committed relationship. Very sweet in bed. Lots of praise and kisses. Fingers like an old lesbian woman ho goes to the new york bars every night (aka very fucking well). likes eating ass for breakfast.
Luke Skywanker: Virgin and everyone knows it. probably was in a BDSM relationship at one point, and he was definitely the sub. Bratty asf, needs praise, will do whatever you want tho. Trims because he looks at his own dick. Once sucked himself off. Masterbates like 2 times a day.
Han Solo: Every thought I have on this man would get me canceled. hard skip. He probably has a big drawer of sex toys and bondage.
Mando / Din Djarin: Virgin with a huge god damn dick. lasts forever, makes a lot of noise (mostly whimpers). Did i mention he was a massive dick? Will finger you with his gloves on then wipe your cum on his cape. Will fuck in every corner of his ship. Big fan of cumming on your face.
Poe Dameron: CLEAN SHAVED, BIG, THICK DICK. Curved a bit too. Aka every woman, man, and thems dream. He doesn’t last too long but foreplay with him is a whole day event. Will cum in the ass as a type of birth control.
Finn: Idk this guy liked getting his dick sucked. Everywhere. Nervous asf but still likes the danger of being seen. Totally not secretly wants a threesome with Poe and his next hookup. Doggy Style is a must. he’s too self conscious about himself to face you. mega Dom after a few years under his belt.
Kylo Ren: If you’re reading this you probably already know. big master dom. Got into it from myspace when he was a teen and never got out. Has a whole sex dungeon in every ship he’s on. Loves using toys, especially big vibrators. hair pulling and choking kink just like his grandpa. likes an obedient switch as his play thing. trimmed but not shaved. lowkey big dick but he really doesn’t care.
AN: The prologue is here! It’s basically just a little teaser to ease you into the story and provide some background knowledge, before I can dive fully into it. Enjoy!
word count: ~ 1.7k
summary: You get teased about your relationship with Poe and Din and reminisce about how you met them.
You don’t remember arriving at the staff entrance or going through check-in and wardrobe. Yet there you were standing in the kitchen. However, looking at your much too modern clothing and the backpack in your hands, you realised that you must have skipped the last part.
Quickly you kicked your sneakers into the oblivion called ‘under the kitchen sink’ while simultaneously struggling to take off your jeans and put on your work outfit. Your backpack landed unceremoniously under the kitchen island. You will have to visit your locker during your break to stow it away. And to freshen up a bit. Right now, you were late and looked like a mess. Thank god you were the only one working during the early shift. Customer traffic only picked up during early midday. Maybe you could sell it as a deliberate choice and explain to the children that some mean Tusken Raiders had come by and tried to rob the coffee shop. It was worth a try.
The radio in the kitchen corner crackled alive, and you heard the familiar gong signalling five minutes till opening. Five minutes until another day full of “Hello and welcome to the Sorgan Common House, what can I get you?” began. You could do it.
You were wringing out some rags in the sink behind the counter, having used them to clean up some spilt spotchka off a table earlier when you heard them come in.
It wasn’t uncommon for your co-workers or other staff members to swing by for a coffee or tea. The coffee shop was affectionately called 'Sorrow Come-on Out’ by the crew, as it was situated right at the entrance to the staff buildings, making it an easy stop for everybody that was either arriving or leaving for the day. You’ve been a shoulder to cry or lean on or a listening ear for almost everybody in your short time working at the theme park.
When you looked up, you saw them stepping in, but this didn’t seem to be a social call of the worrying kind. On the contrary, Rey and Finn seemed to be practically glowing while smiling widely at each other.
“How long do you think will it take Finn to finally tell Rey what he has been trying to confess to her for ages?” Omera grabbed the more or less dry rags from your hand and replaced them with clean ones as she passed you.
“Oh. I’m pretty sure they’ll be done reconstructing the Death Star by then, and who knows how long thatwill take. And also,” you say, turning around to face her, “I think something is going on between Poe and Finn. The number of times I’ve seen Finn wear one of his sweaters cannot be counted on my hands anymore.”
“You’ve worn Poe’s infamous jacket.”
“Once!”
“Is that why I see it hanging between our pans and pots?”
Before you were able to reply, you heard Rey’s voice over the noise of the customers, and you whipped around to face them again, leaving Omera to disappear into the kitchen.
“Oh, he’s a ghost, alright. For everything and everyone… with one exception.” Holding up a finger, she wiggled it in front of Finn’s face. You could hear the amusement in her voice, the not-so-hidden ‘Ask me more about it!’.
Of course, Finn obliged her. He always would. “And what would that be?”
“CB.”
Finn snorted. “What the bantha cr-” Seeing your face, he stopped abruptly, looking around for any children and almost walking into one. Clearing his throat, he tried again, “What kind of drug is that?”
You mentally face-palmed yourself.
“The worst kind of them all,” Rey sighed as she reached you at the bar and dramatically draped herself over it to underline her point, “unrequited love.”
Raising his eyebrows, Finn looked at her before he turned to you, mock-whispering: “Wouldn’t that be UR?”
Rey playfully hit his shoulder but grinned nevertheless, happy that he stepped into her trap. “A cutie? Yes, I am! Thanks for noticing!”
It was your turn to snort, almost asking them why they weren’t at their stations on the other side of the park, but you knew they would just ignore you. So you just shook your head and turned around to serve a customer that had arrived in the meantime.
Out of the corners of your eyes, you saw Finn smile at Rey. “Do you just have a plethora of stupid phrases available, or are you actually that fast with coming up with them? Anyways, what’s a CB then?”
“Not what. Who. Them,” she said, pointing at you. “The cute barista.”
You smiled and wished the customer a happy day when a reflection of sunlight just outside the window to your right caught your attention. But when you turned your head, all you could see were children running around the playground, vanishing into or appearing from inside of the huge Razor Crest. Of course, some exasperated parents were also trying to keep up with their offspring. There just wasn’t a sign of the guardian of the playground. It wasn’t a shiny metal armour or helm reflecting the sunlight while he ran after children or picked them up after they stumbled over their little feet and handed them off to their parents. No, the Mandalorian seemed to be absent.
“Look at them. Already dreaming of their Prince Charming.”
“I’m not dreaming.”
“Oh right,” Rey draped herself over the counter again, “you’re yearning.”
Finn just laughed as you half-assedly tried to swat a rag against her leg and hit his bum.
“Don’t worry. We’ll be out of your hair in no time. Wouldn’t want to keep him from flirting with you.”
“He’s not flirting.”
“Yeah, he is full-on trying to make you fall in love with him before he takes off his helmet to reveal his… fangs?”
You and Rey both looked at Finn, and he just shrugged. “Why else would he never take off his helmet?”
“To not break the illusion for the children! He’s the Mandalorian, and Mandalorians always keep their helmet on - This is the way,” both Finn and Rey finish the sentence with you. “And, if you must know, he does take the helmet off. How else would he drink the spotchka I give him?”
Rey’s eyes grew big. “You’ve seen his face?”
“Merely his lips.”
“Are they kissable?”
“Rey!” you and Finn said at the same time.
“What? I am a curious woman! I want to know what the face behind the helmet looks like.”
“And you inquire about his lips?” Finn asks with a jealous undertone.
“If that’s the only thing they’ve ever seen of him, yeah! Does anyone actually know what Din looks like?”
Finn shrugged his shoulders. “Lots of people, I’m sure. Poe should. Aren’t they best friends or something? Didn’t they apply together and then got hired on the spot after Leia, Luke, and Han realised what kind of crowd-pleasers and people magnets they could be? For adults and children alike?”
That was true. You’ve heard something similar from Peli when she came over to talk to you about the gossip she picked up in her little repair shop. According to her, however, something must have happened between them shortly before you had begun working at the coffee shop for them to drift apart. They are still tight, but they’ve been very well-behaved and the stories of the shenanigans the two were up to in past years, especially during the yearly staff retreat, sounded like made-up stories. Man, you were looking forward to finally being a part of a staff excursion this year.
You had met both men on the same day. Poe was first, and then, later on, came Din.
Actually, you had bumped into Poe Dameron three times on the same day in short succession after each meeting. It was your induction day, and you kept running back to the shared staff wardrobe after either forgetting things or taking too much with you. Each time you managed to somehow almost run over Poe until he grabbed you by the elbows and told you to “stick with him out of caution”. His more than yours, as you apparently had the energy of a mudhorn. Since his job at the park was to be a tour guide for guests, you couldn’t have asked for better company. What you didn’t know (and still don’t know) is that he was just leaving for the day, exhausted as hell, but after seeing your face, he couldn’t let the opportunity slip away to get to know you better.
Meeting Din was less hectic, although there were many more people around. It was your first trial shift in the coffee shop, and if one asked him now, he wouldn’t be able to say what came over him that day. Usually, he would have retreated into the shadows of the staff building, leaving the screaming children behind and just enjoying the quietness during his fifteen-minute break. However, on that day, an invisible force (more like his bladder) forced him to enter the coffee shop. He saw you, actually saw you as he realised how lonely and exhausting your shift must have been, even among the many people ordering a coffee, tea or snack. The park was understaffed, and there was nobody to help you out after your initial introduction. Seeing your forced smile, he decided to sit down at the counter, keeping you company and helping you out whenever you needed it.
“Hey,” Omera’s head appeared between the drapes separating the kitchen from the coffee shop counter area, and her call interrupted your thoughts. She turned to Finn and Rey and pointed at her watch, “If you’re not going to stay and pay for something to drink, it would be better if you make yourself scarce. It’s time!”
And just like that - punctual like a swiss clock - the sound of heavy footfall and clinking armour announced his presence.
series summary: You work at a coffee shop (affectionately called Sorrow Come-On Out as you often lend your co-workers a shoulder to cry on or an ear to talk to) that borders right to the children’s playground Razor Crest. The playground is supervised by a knight man in shining armour - The Mandalorian. Or, as you know him, Din Djarin. However, you’ve never actually seen the face behind the mask, as he often visits you during his breaks to relax and talk without taking off his costume to not break the illusion for the children. A face you have had the pleasure to see more often belongs to tour guide Poe Dameron - cocky, daring, flirty, charismatic and “the best staff member of the theme park” (at least when it comes to the adults, children might say otherwise). Then your coffee shop has to go through renovations, and you’re transferred to the other side of the theme park. There you slowly find a new home while missing your old buddies. Although not for long. Poe Dameron always finds a reason to bring his latest guests (and thereby himself) to your shop, and you get a new regular customer - a handsome man with curly hair, deep brown eyes and a patchy beard.
What happens when the two of them not only start fighting for the position of ‘Employee of the Month’ but also for your heart?
Star Wars Sequel Trilogy x The Mandalorian Crossover, Modern!AU, Theme Park!AU, Coffee Shop!AU, Everybody Lives!AU (but not Everybody Is Nice!AU)
current total word count: ~ 1.7k
warnings: explicit language, swearing, mentions of sex, mature themes, angst, possible spoilers for The Mandalorian and the sequel trilogy of Star Wars
