#chasity reaches 100!🥳

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Congratulations on 100, lovely! For the prompt lists, how about "One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You'" #2 and #48 for my man Din Djarin? I love your writing 💗

Aubrey, dear! Thank you for the wait and for requesting! You can find the fic here ❤️

[anakin-danvers]

say anything

Din Djarin x fem!reader 

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Request: “Congratulations on 100, lovely! For the prompt lists, how about "One Hundred Ways to Say 'I Love You'" #2 and #48 for my man Din Djarin? I love your writing 💗” as requested by @obirain​

Description: Traveling with the notorious bounty hunter known as The Mandalorian has its risks. However, nobody told you the biggest risk would be having to face your feelings for him. 

Word count: ~3.4k how did this get to be so long? 

Warnings: some angst, pining, fluff, mentions of alcohol consumption

A/N: Ahhh Aubrey I really hope you like this!! You know I love you very very much and your fics always blow me away so I hope this is to your enjoyment!! I’m very excited to have written for our love Din! I had this idea for some time now and decided to write it out with these prompts! Originally I put English words of endearment but then accidentally started using words of endearment in Spanish and I sort of rolled with it? Translation(s) down below 😁 Hope you all enjoy, and as always, lmk what you all think (I read everything you guys write, seriously, multiple times)! 🥰

Translations: cariño - sweetie

vida mia - my life

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“Hey, put that down!” You reach over to take the canister of homemade paint from the small green hand. 

A babble of protest is all you receive as a response. 

“I told you we could paint if you didn’t make a mess. That was the deal, remember?”

Another babble. The hands reach out again, wanting to take the canister from you. You pull it out of their reach, giving the baby in front of you a stern look. 

“No, no, kid. We’re doing it my way. Got it?”

A squeal serves as a response, and you nod, taking hold of one of the kid’s hands to do what you’d planned on doing. 

“Alright, we’re going to dip your little hand here, okay? Then press it on the wood. We do that 5 more times and hopefully it’ll turn out the way I imagined...”

A childish laugh escapes the kid’s mouth as his hand comes in contact with the blue paint. You hold it up, letting some of the excess paint drip from it before placing it on the wood. After a few seconds pressed, you slowly peel away the blue and green hand, revealing three little fingers on the wood piece. 

“Yes, that looks great. Good job, cariño.”

He gives you a happy coo in response, and you continue to put his hand in the paint to finish the project. After the last hand print, you take a hold of the wood, six, three-fingered hands creating the image of a blue flower. 

“Beautiful. We’ll see if your dad likes it.”

Familiar footsteps come from behind you, and you know their owner can hear your conversation now. 

“Might be good to put some color on this ship. Make it more of a home, don’t you think?” 

The child coo’s at you, his eyes focused on the blue paint on his hand. He doesn’t understand why you’re saying what you are, but then again, it’s not exactly directed to him. 

Wordlessly, the one your words are aimed at passes you, the Razor Crest’s door closing behind him. Once you know his back is to you, you allow your eyes to meet the armored body, traveling up from his boots, to his cape, to the back of the Beskar helmet. 

You avert your gaze, focusing again on the child and art supplies before you. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you say, picking up the kid from his awaiting arms. 

You take him to wash his hands of the paint, putting the wood to the side to dry and the other supplies in your designated art bag. You hum to yourself, the only noise within the ship besides the quiet lull now that the ship is traveling through hyperspace. After cleaning up the kid, you put him to bed, placing a small kiss on his forehead. 

You’ve been traveling with the notorious bounty hunter known as the Mandalorian and his adopted kid for some time now. Din, the name he gave you when you’d asked him in a drunken spark of courage, took you in as a traveling companion and babysitter when they’d stopped by your recently destroyed shop on Agamar. It just so happened to be the bounty that Din was after that had destroyed your shop, so after giving him and the child your last salvaged fruit, you’d helped him track down the bounty. And now you’re here, traveling the galaxy together. 

You step into the cockpit, notebook in one hand and pencil in the other. As before, without a word, you take the seat next to Din, crossing your legs on the seat and opening your notebook to your latest project. If there’s something that living in Agamar gave you it was time, time to think, to daydream, or in your case, draw your thoughts and dreams. When you joined Din and his kid, you only started drawing more, the different things in the galaxy giving you an endless supply of muses. 

But your favorite muse is the one sitting next to you, the one that hadn’t said a word to you since you’d seen him in the morning. As if sensing your thoughts, Din finally speaks. 

“Next stop is Pasanna.” The modulated voice is like music to your ears, and you don’t realized how much you’ve been missing it until now. 

“For a quarry?”

He shakes his head, look still focused on the controls before him. 

“No. I need some parts for the ship, and I know someone there who can sell more durable ones to me.”

You nod, some relief washing over you when you realize Din won’t be in danger. He turns his seat to face you, and the simple view of the front of his helmet makes your heart skip a beat. 

“It’s warm there. I was thinking, maybe you can take the kid and explore. Visit some shops even.”

It’s warm there. It’s a simple statement to anyone, but to you, it means everything. Agamar is not a warm place, and having spent all your life there, you now prefer warmer climates. And Din knows that. 

You can’t stop the smile that makes its way to your face. 

“That sounds great, Din. I’d love that.”

“I thought you would,” he says, and you can feel the tips of your ears warm at his words. 

Without realizing it, you move your notebook to hide the page you’re working on. Din has seen your drawings before, praised them even. But this drawing, it’s more personal, something you’re not sure you’re ready to share yet. 

Thankfully, it seems as if Din doesn’t notice. Instead, his visor is directed towards your face. Even though you’re not able to see his eyes, the eyes you’ve only dreamt about seeing, you can feel his stare.

“You have some paint on your cheek.”

“Oh, I do?” You move your eyes away from him, a flustered mess before him. You bring your hand up to your cheek, trying to wipe away at where you think the paint is. 

“Y/N, let me. I’ll do it for you.”

You couldn’t protest if you wanted to, because the moment his hand comes up to take a hold of your cheek you weren’t wiping, you freeze. 

It’s not the first time he’s touched you. Living together for the past months meant you’d have to have touched each other before. The occasional brush of hands, the bumping into each other, the helping each other onto the ship after a long day. No, it’s not the first time he’s touched you. But it’s the first time he’s touched you like this. 

His gloved thumb swipes at your cheek, once, twice, three times before you’re sure he’s taken the paint off. But his hand remains holding you, almost as if you’d crumble like the dried paint if it pulled away. And honestly, with the way your heart is thumping, that might be the case. 

A small sigh escapes your lips, and you try to fight the need to close your eyes, to no avail. Your eyes close lightly, and the feelings you’ve been having for Din come rushing to you. If there’s one thing you know about yourself, it’s that your late night confessions are almost as dangerous as your drunken ones, and right now, you’re treading on thin ice. 

“Din...” The name rolls out of your mouth as a plea, and you feel a shiver run down your body. “I...I need to tell you something, Din.”

“I think you need to rest.”

You open your eyes at his words, a small frown making its way to your face. 

“But first I have to say something.”

His hand stays on your face, his thumb moving up to rub on the frown of your brows. 

“You don’t have to say anything.”

Don’t have to say anything? Does that mean he knows?

“Din, I —“

“Please, Y/N, don’t say anything.”

And just like that, it feels as if the once comforting hand burns your skin. You pull your face away, his hand dropping. Before you feel like more of a fool, you get up, closing your notebook and tucking it under your arm. 

“Wait, you don’t have to go.” Din makes a move to grab your hand, but you’re out of his reach before he can. 

“Goodnight.”

“Y/N...”

You leave the cockpit without another word. You feel your face burn in embarrassment, embarrassment for how vulnerable you allowed yourself to be. Embarrassment for almost telling Din how you feel. 

It isn’t until you’re in your cot that you let a few tears roll down your cheeks. You almost told him. Not that it would have any effect. It seems he knows already. But he doesn’t want you to tell him.

You bring your hand up to wipe the wetness of your cheeks. In an attempt to distract your mind, you open your notebook to draw. Only, you open it to the page you’d been working on. And staring back at you is the helmet that fills your day's thoughts. Of course, the moment you want to not think of Din, you open up your sketch of him.

Taking a deep breath, you flip the page, blankness staring back at you instead. Without another thought, you flip back to the drawing, your pencil coming down to continue defining the curve of his helmet. It moves on to sketch the shape of his arms, the flow of his cape, the curve of his boots. Before you know it, you’ve finished the sketch. You’re not going to deny how good it is. It’s so accurate, and all by memory. 

I’ve stared at him long enough, I would be surprised if I didn’t sketch this by memory, you think. 

You close your eyes and rub them, the tiredness getting to you. Closing the notebook, you tuck it into the bag of your other art supplies, and settle into your bed, letting the darkness of sleep consume you. 

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As you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin, you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the feeling. The comfort that comes with the sun’s warmth is one you’ll always cherish. And you’ll always be thankful that Din is the one that introduced you to that comfort.

An excited babble from the kid brings you back from your thoughts. You look over at where he’s following Din in his pod. You can’t help but smile at the sight, the warmth blooming in your chest better than the one coming from the sun. At Din’s insistence, he and the kid had gone to look for the ship parts so that you could get some time to wander the shops alone. That was a little over an hour ago, and now they found you near where you had departed.

You swing the backpack of things you’d bought over your shoulders, walking over to meet them halfway.

“Hey, cariño,” you say, reaching out to grab the little green bundle of joy. A happy giggle is given to you in response, and you pull him close to you.

“He missed his mom.”

You look over at Din, your cheeks burning at his choice of words. His mom. That was the first time you’d been called that.

“Well, I missed him and his dad very much.” Your eyes are focused on the kid, his smile grounding you as you feel the heat travel all the way up to your ears. You’re not looking at Din, you can’t look at him. After last night, you feel as if you’re setting yourself up for heartbreak. He doesn’t want you to tell him how you feel, yet, you bring it up again.

Silence is all you receive as a response from him. In a way, you’re thankful for it. At least that way you can concentrate on the baby talk instead.

And that’s how the rest of the walk to the Razor Crest is. You opt to carry the kid, talking with him the whole walk. Din is silent behind the two of you, the only indicator that he’s even there is the sound of his boots trudging in the sand.

Night is beginning to fall, and for how warm it was in the day, the night brings with it a chilling breeze. You’ve decided to stay in Pasanna until the morning. It was your suggestion, telling Din that there was no rush to your next destination, so might as well get some good rest. He’d agreed, little words exchanged between the two of you throughout the day, the tension from whatever that was which happened the night before still evidently present.

You’re sitting in the pilot chair of the Razor Crest. The kid is fast asleep, the day’s exploring having tired him out. You, on the other hand, can’t sleep, your thoughts flying through your mind at hundreds of parsecs per second. 

Your eyes wander to the many buttons and switches on the control panel of the ship. You know how to use most of them, Din showing you how to use a feature on nights you’d both find yourselves in the cockpit. Usually, you’d sit in the seat slightly behind him, allowing him to sit in the main seat. But when he wanted to teach you a new feature, he’d let you take his seat, crouching next to you, so close, so patient when you were confused. To be fair, most of the times you were confused were due to him; he distracted you, the proximity never ceasing to take your breath away.

The protagonist of your thoughts is the one who takes you from them. You hear Din walk into the cockpit, the sound of his footsteps instantly catching your attention in the otherwise silent space. Impulsively, you turn to look at him, his visor already set on you.

“Din.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” You’re not sure if it’s a question or a statement, but you nod anyways. Your hands begin to clam up, prompting you to rub your hands on your thighs.

“I had a nice time today. I...I appreciate you choosing to come to Pasanna. The warmth was nice.”

He takes a seat in your usual spot, a sigh heard through his modulator. It’s ironic, in a way. You’re sitting in the pilot’s seat, him in the secondary, but it doesn’t feel like you’re the one in control of the situation. No, it feels like you’re the ship itself, waiting for his directions to tell you where to go from here.

He doesn’t say anything, simply nods as a response. Since you’ve known Din, you’ve never seen him without his helmet on, and you’ve never questioned it. But you’d be lying if you didn’t wish you could see his face right now, the face that you’re sure is more beautiful than the way you could ever imagine it. You wish you could see his expressions to try to decipher his thoughts, know where exactly his eyes are focused on. Is it your forehead? Your nose? Perhaps directly at your eyes?

“I...I picked up a few things for you at the market.”

You blink a few times to once again refocus on the present. Only now do you notice he’s holding something, a rectangular object wrapped in sand brown cloth. 

“Oh?” You’re not really sure what else to say, his actions foreign to you.

He gets up to walk to where you’re sitting, crouching in front of you and holding the wrapped object over. You take it from him, curiosity filling you at the anticipation of what this is. Your fingers unwrap the lightly bound cloth, revealing a simple wooden box. You look up at Din, and at his nod, you move to open it. At the contents inside, you gasp. Within the box, there are paint brushes, beautifully crafted ones of different sizes. And next to the brushes are a few small pots of paint. Real paint. Not the homemade one that you’ve been making work. No, this is real paint and it’s yours...

“It reminded me of you.” 

At his words, you look up to meet his visor again. Now you really wish you could see his eyes. Try to get some idea as to what he’s thinking, where he’s looking. Is he looking at the confusion written on your face? Is he looking at the way your eyes suddenly feel wet with emotion? Is he looking at the faint frown of your brow? 

Turns out he’s looking at your lips. They’re slightly parted, the absence of words leaving them in a waiting state. His gloved hand comes to take a hold of your chin, thumb swiping your bottom lip. All air leaves your lungs, and your tongue darts out to lick your lips to try to ease the dryness of mouth you’re experiencing. You hear Din let out a small groan at your actions, the sound only making your heartbeat speed up even more. 

“I’ve seen your drawings.”

At his words, you feel heat rush up to your face. Has he seen the ones you’ve drawn of him? 

“Have you seen…” You can’t even bring yourself to ask the question. 

He nods. “The ones of me? I have seen them. You’re not the best at being discreet about it, you know?”

“Well, with such a beautiful muse, can you judge me?” You don’t realize what you’ve said until the words are out of your mouth. “Din…I—“

“Y/N, about last night—”

“You d-don’t have to say anything.” You try to repeat his words from the night before with the same coolness he’d said them, but find you can’t with the way he makes you feel. 

“I shouldn’t have said that,” he says, sighing lightly. His thumb comes up to touch your lip again, staying on it this time. “I’m just...I don’t know what this is. I’m not good with words, you know that. I just need you to know I care about you, I have for a long time. And I need you in my life. You and the kid, you’re all that matters to me.” 

Taking a shaky breath, you bring your hands up to grab the one he’s holding your face with. Slowly, as if you’d frighten him with faster movements, you bring his hand away from your face, taking a hold of the glove and peeling it off his hand. Closing your eyes, you bring his hand up to your lips, kissing each finger. His thumb, his index, his middle, his ring, his pinky. Then you kiss his knuckles, again, one at a time. You don’t open your eyes until you’re done, meeting his visor staring back at you. 

“I love you, Din, mi vida.”

And indeed he is your life. Him and the kid, just like he’d said. 

“Close your eyes again.”

You do as he says, eyes closing but not letting go of his hand. He moves it away from you, putting your hands on your lap and bringing his up to cover your eyes. You hear the sound of something being placed on the ground, and before you can ask what it is, you feel lips connect with your own. They’re soft, warm. They’re Din’s. 

He kisses you softly, and you can feel the caution behind it. He’s being careful, waiting to see how you react. 

You can’t get enough of the feeling. Your hands fly up to take a hold of his head, bringing him closer to you and causing him to kneel instead of crouch. Din groans softly at your eagerness, his other hand coming to take a hold of your thigh. His large hand rubs up and down, all while your fingers comb through his hair. 

His hair. His lips. You’re feeling what you never thought you would. And it feels so right. 

The thought alone makes the fire burning inside you grow, and before you know it, you’re nipping lightly at his bottom lip. Another groan escapes Din, his hand on your thigh squeezing lightly. It’s your need for air that causes you to pull away, your eyes still shut tightly under his hand. 

You wait there, heart beating, face warm, swollen lips tingling. When Din removes his hand from your eyes, you keep your eyes closed, not wanting to see anything he doesn’t want to show. 

“You can open your eyes, sweet girl.”

You do, eyes meeting with the familiar visor once again. You can’t help but smile, a breathy laugh escaping your lips. 

“I love you,” you say again. 

“I love you too. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

That night, you sleep in Din’s cot with him. It’s small, and definitely not meant for two people. But it’s the most comfortable sleep you’ve ever had.

[anakin-danvers]

adore you

Obi-Wan Kenobi x senator!reader

reader is gender neutral!

Request: “congrats chas!! 💞💓💘💖 how we feelin about “Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you” and obi?” as requested by @cherieboba​

Description: Visiting the Unknown Regions has its risks, especially as a Senator of the Galactic Republic. But you never expect the greatest danger to be your Jedi guardian. 

Word count: ~2.3 k (was planning for it to be around 1 k but here we are)

Warnings: lots of pining! and lots of fluff!

A/N: I really hope you like this Ann! 🥰 Thank you so much for your patience! 💞 I loosely based this off of Harry Style’s Adore You, hence the title. I was planning on making this sort of sad but couldn’t bring myself to do it as I listened to Adore You, so now it’s pure fluff. Also, there’s little Easter egg is present from my first ever star wars fic, if you catch it, I love you ☺️

P.S. I have begun to specify gender neutral or female/fem readers on the top of each fic! I am open to write for all genders/pronouns!

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You’re not sure you like this. The feeling of vulnerability, the feeling of not knowing. Of course, you’ve dealt with the unknown before, even with the feelings of vulnerability, your role as Senator for the planet of Busil forcing you to deal with both. But you’ve never felt them the way you do now. 

Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s been assigned as your go-to Jedi guardian for different high-risk trips you make around the galaxy. Being part of the Galactic Senate and being such an outspoken member of the Antislavery committee means you are not a stranger to being a target. It’s because of that which Obi-Wan was assigned to protect you on any high-risk missions. But it’s due to his enthralling ways that you’re in the mess you find yourself in. 

You’d never admit it to anyone, but you have feelings for the Jedi Knight. You’re not exactly sure how you got to this point. Romance was never something you’d been looking for. For most of your life, you’ve been involved in politics. Your mother had been a Senator for Busil back in her time, and being the only child, you followed in her footsteps.

No, you’re not sure how you got to this point. But eventually, he began to take over the thoughts in your mind. The small conversations became the highlights of your days. The small kiss he gives your cheek upon greeting you began to leave a burning sensation too immense to ignore. You began to long for the feeling of his skin on yours, the fleeting touch of hands suddenly not being enough. You found yourself getting lost in his eyes. Your heart began to jump at the simple mention of his name. Yes, you have feelings for Obi-Wan, but you know you shouldn’t. 

He’s a Jedi, and Jedi have no possessions, no room for attachments. He’s fully dedicated to the Order, you’ve seen it when he talks to you about it. You could never ask him to leave all that behind for you. Instead, you’re left to love him from afar, giving him your heart in silence. But there’s a part of you that feels guilty for keeping it from him. The basis of your friendship is honesty, it’s always been that. Not telling him about how you feel, it makes you feel dishonest, betraying almost. How do you manage to keep this from him without tainting the pillars of your friendship?

You’re currently on a diplomatic mission on a planet in the Outer Rim. Naturally, Obi-Wan is with you. Today in particular, he hasn’t left your side, taking extra precautions after the rumors of an attempt against you. If it weren’t for the important meeting you are to have tomorrow, the mission would have been called off. 

“We’ll set camp soon, Senator Y/L/N.” One of your safeguards, Edu, says. 

“That sounds great,” you say, welcoming the idea of finally getting some rest. 

“You must be tired,” Obi-Wan says, and you look over to find him looking at you with a concerned expression. 

It had begun raining some time back, immediately after your speeders had given way. You’d planned on lodging locally, not wanting to bring much attention to you and your entourage’s presence. Because of this, the ship you’d travelled in had been hidden, and you’d been traveling in modest speeders up until they’d stopped working. Now, you’re all left to travel by foot, hoping to reach civilization at sunrise. 

“As much as you are, I’m sure.” He, along with your other companions of the mission, have been walking in the rain. You would have been too, if it weren’t for Obi-Wan’s insistence to ‘give you at least some coverage’.

At your response, he smiles. “Always concerned about me. It’s you I’m asking about.”

“I’m simply stating the truth. You’ve been working hard today.”

“Not any harder than most days, rest assured,” he says, and as if on queue, you can see the tiredness in his eyes. 

“Obi, I wish you’d take the time to—“

“We’ll be stopping here, Senator.” Edu interrupts you, and before you can continue, Obi-Wan gives you a smile before going to help set up camp. 

The loss of speeders not only meant the need to resort to walking; it also meant you had to carry less supplies with you, and consequently, had less tents for the night. Everyone paired up in the tents, and you’d been left to share your tent with Obi-Wan. Somehow, you knew this would be more dangerous than any attempts made on your life. 

You’re sitting on the makeshift bed, foot in hand as you lightly massage away the soreness from the day’s walk. You’ve changed into some comfier clothes, undoing your hairdo to release any tension on your head. You can hear voices outside your tent: Obi-Wan and Edu discussing security measures for the remainder of the stay. It’s until you hear them bid each other goodnight that your heartbeat quickens. 

“May I come in?” There’s no door, nowhere to knock, but he still wants to make his presence known. 

“Of course.”

He enters the tent, the quick opening letting you hear just how bad the rain is outside. This is only emphasized upon seeing him, his brown cloak drenched. Instantly, you stand, making your way towards him with an extra blanket. 

“Obi-Wan, you’re soaked.”

You stand in front of him, holding the blanket out to him. He pulls back the hood of his cloak, showing his hair is just as wet. Your heart hurts at the sight, not wanting him to be in any sort of uncomfortable state. 

“Please, take that off.” As quickly as the words leave your mouth, the heat travels up to your face. Obi-Wan notices your flustered state and lets out a small chuckle. 

“Very direct, I see.”

You reach out to give him a small push. “You know what I mean, Kenobi.”

He does, since he shrugs off his cloak and takes the blanket you have for him, giving a small thanks. He uses it to dry the ends of his hair, moving to lessen the dampness of the rest of his robes (thankfully, they’re not as drenched as his cloak). Your eyes follow his every move, practically glued to the movement. When he’s done, he drapes the blanket over his shoulders, and you take a step closer to wrap it tighter. Lost in thought, you leave your hands on the corners of the blanket, your eyes focusing on the cloth material.

“Is something on your mind, darling?”

Just that I would do anything for you. “No, Obi, just tired is all.”

“You should get some rest then.”

“I was hoping we could talk? We haven’t had much time lately.”

Another small laugh comes from him. “I thought you were tired.”

“Well, yes, but I miss our talks.”

Obi-Wan smiles, giving you a small nod as you make your way to the bed. You sit next to each other, the distance between you seeming too large and too small all at once. 

“Now tell me, what’s been going through that brilliant mind of yours?”

Just that I don’t know how to live without you. “I’ve been worried about the mission.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes soften, and he takes a hold of one of your hands. It takes all your strength not to interlock your fingers with his. 

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, my dear. I’ll keep you safe.”

You nod, a smile present on your lips. “I know, Obi. It’s not that which I’m worried about. It’s tomorrow’s meeting. I’m worried it won’t go as expected.”

“If there is one thing which I know is guaranteed from this mission, it’s that you’ll do great tomorrow. You’ll get through to them, Y/N, trust me.”

“Thank you, Obi.” 

He smiles, giving your hand a small squeeze. The blanket slips off one of his shoulders, and when he moves to fix it, you notice a small grimace on his face. 

“Are you hurt?” You try to mask the worry in your voice, to no avail. 

“No, I’m fine. It’s from an injury in a previous mission.”

You’re already up from the bed, hands on his affected shoulder. 

“Have you gotten it treated?”

“There’s no need. I’m fine, really.”

“No need? Obi-Wan, you have to take care of yourself.”

“I do.”

“Well, you have to do better. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

You don’t realize you’ve said the second sentence out loud until you see his eyes fixed on you. Light-toned sapphires, taking your breath away. 

“I...may I?” 

At your request he nods, and you move to put pressure on his shoulder. Your hands push and pull at it, carefully massaging it the way your father taught you when young. You see Obi-Wan lightly flinch once, then see his eyes relax. You continue to work on his shoulder in silence until he speaks. 

“What are you thinking?”

Just that I’d walk through literal fire for you. “Nothing, really.”

“Is that so?” 

“Yes.”

“Hmmmm...” Damn him for knowing you so well.

You finish working on his shoulder, taking your hands away. “How do you feel?”

He rolls it back, and to your delight, he doesn’t grimace anymore. “Much better. Thank you.”

“A small payment,” you say. 

“For what?”

Just for showing me what it’s like to love someone. “Always being there for me. And not just on missions. Just, always.”

“There’s nothing to thank, you know that.”

You look at each other for a bit longer before you break your gaze. “Well, I guess we should be going to bed.”

He nods, getting up and setting the blanket he’d had on his shoulders on the floor. He grabs another blanket and rolls it. He’s about to place it on top of the spread out blanket on the floor when you notice what he’s doing. 

“You’re not sleeping on the floor, Kenobi.”

He turns to look at you, an eyebrow raised. You continue before he can protest (and before you second guess yourself).

“You have a bad shoulder, and you’ve had a long day. The bed is big enough. We can both fit. And I’m not taking no as an answer.”

An amused smile makes its way to his face. Nodding once again, he picks up the blankets, placing them to the side. You help him fix the bed before slipping under the blankets, Obi-Wan slipping in next to you. Looking up at the tent ceiling and feeling him so close to you, you wonder how you ever thought this was a good idea. You’re just thankful he can’t hear the beating of your heart, at least you hope he can’t. 

“Something’s on your mind.” It’s a statement this time, the third time he’s addressed your pensive state. “And it’s not about tomorrow’s meeting.”

Just that I don’t know how much longer I can go without telling you how I feel. You hate keeping this from him. You’ve both always been so honest to each other, why not be honest with this too?

You take a gulp before speaking. “Can I tell you something?”

At the seriousness of your voice, he shifts his body so that it’s facing you, giving you his full attention. You, on the other hand, keep your eyes on the tent ceiling.

“Yes.”

You take a deep breath, and to your own surprise, turn to face him. Like this, he’s even closer, mere inches separating the tips of your noses. 

“I adore you, Obi. I have for some time. We’ve always been so honest with each other, and because of that, I need you to know. But know that you’re not obliged to say or do anything. You don’t have to say you love me, you don’t have to say you don’t. You don’t have to say anything. I just need you to know.” You take another deep breath. “I just hope to ask one thing.”

“Just say the word. You know I’d do anything for you.”

His voice is so sincere, and you have to bite the inside of your cheek to calm your breathing. 

“Just...let me adore you. It’s been such a beautiful experience for me to feel these things that I do for you. Different and even frightening at times, but really, I’d have it no other way.” It’s after you say the words that fret begins to cloud your mind. Why have you told him? What do you expect him to say? What of the Jedi order?

Obi-Wan closes the distance between you by taking a hold of your face, strong hands holding your cheeks to bring you towards him. His lips land on your forehead, and he gives you a kiss that eases even the sound of the strong rain. With eyes closed, you feel like you’re in the clouds. One of your hand comes up to hold his wrist, while the other lands on his chest, right above his heart. The feeling of his heartbeat under your fingertips is what elicits a bloom within your heart. 

“I’d be honored, my love. Only if you allow me to do the same.”

You look up to meet his eyes, the mesmerizing eyes that took your breath away the first time you saw them. “Are you saying that...”

“Yes, darling. I love you. It’s the only thing I’ll ever do.”

Now it’s your turn to kiss him. You take a hold of his face, bringing his lips to yours. The feelings from it, they’re amazing. You know now that the feelings of vulnerability and not knowing are not bad; they’re part of the experience of loving and being loved. 

Obi-Wan holds you that night as you sleep, and you swear you’ve never slept better. Yes, you’re sure you love this.

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Congrats on 100 again!!! Look at you 🤧🤧 im so proud, a queen getting the recognition she deserves :') I was wondering, could I get #59 from prompt list #1 w/ Anakin por favor? 🥺❤

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night in 79′s

Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader

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Request: “Congrats on 100 again!!! Look at you 🤧🤧 im so proud, a queen getting the recognition she deserves :') I was wondering, could I get #59 from prompt list #1 w/ Anakin por favor? 🥺❤” as requested by @anakinswhore

Description: After accepting an invitation to unwind at 79’s from his men, Anakin meets the person who will show him love like no other. 

Word count: ~1.8k

Warnings: some alcohol consumption, some mention of physical illness, sprinkle of spicyness 🌶, unapologetic fluff attack

A/N: this is a prequel to sun, but it can be read on its own! I love sun so much, especially because it was one of my first fics, so I wanted to show how reader and Anakin met for that fic! Since the other fic was somewhat sad, I wanted to give the two some fluff 💞 Also, Julia, I know you liked sun a lot as well, so I thought it’d be fitting to make this the prequel 🥰 If y’all want to listen to the song I had on repeat when writing both sun and this, go ahead and listen to My Father’s Favorite by Patrick Doyle from the Sense and Sensibility soundtrack. It’s from writing sun with that song that it now reminds me so much of Anakin (it’s my theme for him tbh). 

P.S. Y/L/N indicates “your last name” :)

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Anakin is confident. Or at least, he likes to think he is. He easily takes command on the battlefield, sure of himself when giving orders to his men. So why is it that he’s hesitating now?

It might be because he’s in a new setting, one that he never expected to be in after a battle-filled week: 79’s. Yes, Anakin Skywalker, Jedi Knight and general of the 501st battalion is in the clone bar surrounded by his men. 

It’d been Fives’s idea, in a way. He’d been talking to a few of the other clone troopers about how much he was looking forward to unwinding in 79's after ‘this Maker-forsaken week’, when Anakin walked in on the conversation. Surprised by his entrance, Fives blurted out an invitation to the general, not expecting him to accept. Only, he did. And now Anakin is starting to wish he hadn’t. 

He’s sitting in a booth, handling a Bloody Rancor, as recommended by Jesse. Sitting next to him is Rex, Anakin’s right hand man both on and off the field. Rex can sense his general’s uneasiness, indicated by his lack of talking and wandering gaze. 

“General Skywalker, are you feeling okay?” 

Anakin turns to look at Rex, nodding. “Yes, Rex, I’m fine. I’m just getting used to being in a cantina again. The last time I was in one was on a mission with Obi-Wan in my Padawan days.”

Rex chuckles lightly at the response, turning back to resume his conversation with his brothers on the table. 

Anakin, on the other hand, keeps looking around. What for, he’s not sure. But his eyes keep traveling, mindlessly. He’s taking a sip of the Bloody Rancor when his eyes stop. He nearly spits out his drink. 

He’s looking at you. You’re sitting with some friends, a similar drink to his nestled between your hands. You’re laughing, your face radiant under the cantina lights, and Anakin can’t help but stare. 

Fives is the first to notice Anakin’s staring. He nudges Echo, motioning over to Anakin. Rex catches the two’s conversation, and his eyes follow their own, seeing the look of curiosity on Anakin’s face. 

“You should ask her for a dance,” Fives says. 

Echo looks at Fives in disbelief, shocked that he’d suggest that. “Fives, Jedi can’t—“ 

“I know, I know,” Fives interrupts his mumbling brother. “That doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy a dance, does it?”

At Fives’s suggestion, Anakin is hesitant again. He wants to go talk to you, he really does, but he’s not sure if he should. But then you turn, the feeling of his eyes on you prompting you to look at him. The smile on your face widens, and now Anakin is convinced he has to go talk to you. 

He takes a large gulp of the Bloody Rancor, prompting a small cheer from the clones on the table (except Rex, who doesn’t want to pressure Anakin). He stands, smoothing his Jedi robes before making his way over to the table you and your friends are sitting at. 

When he reaches your table, he clears his throat. Your eyes lock with his own again, and the way your eyes themselves are smiling at him make Anakin feel like a youngling again. 

As if on queue, a new song starts, a slower song that has couples flocking to dance. 

“Hello, I don’t mean to interrupt. I was wondering if you wanted to dance?” He’s extending his hand to you, and though he looks sure of himself, inside his heart is beating like a drum. 

“I’d love to,” you say, and Maker the sound of your voice alone has him weak at the knees. 

“Y/N, are you sure?” The woman sitting next to you tries to ask you discreetly, but Anakin picks up what she says. Looking over at her, he sees similarities between you and her, and he’s sure you’re related. 

“I’m fine, Lani, it’s a slower song.” The woman, Lani, nods, though she doesn’t look fully convinced. 

You take a hold of Anakin’s hand, skin coming to contact with his own. He leads you to where other couples are dancing, and places his gloved hand on the small of your back, making sure not to go too low. Your free hand takes a hold of his shoulder, and, following his lead, you begin to sway to the music. 

At first, neither of you speak. You just move with the music, a small, content smile on your face. Then Anakin breaks the silence. 

“Your name is Y/N.” It’s more of a statement than a question, having heard what Lani called you. 

“Yes, I’m Y/N Y/L/N. And who do I have the pleasure of dancing with tonight?” You’re uncommonly bold tonight, unbeknownst to Anakin. 

“Anakin Skywalker,” he says. 

“Anakin.” You say his name. You enjoy the way it feels to say it, and Anakin knows he could hear you saying his name over and over again. 

“Lani, is she your...”

“My sister. She’s my older sister.”

Anakin nods, the similarities in looks making sense. “She didn’t seem to want you to come dance.”

“It’s nothing against you, trust me. She’s just worried because I’m sick.”

Anakin’s eyebrows raise lightly. “Sick?”

You nod, a bashful look crossing your face and causing you to look down. “I can be prone to getting sick often, more often than most, and my body isn’t the strongest to fight it off. Lani can be protective because of that. I don’t usually tell people right away, but I guess I should give you a chance to run before anything.”

Anakin frowns lightly. Run? Who said anything about running? He takes his hand away from your back to slightly lift your chin, prompting you to look at him. 

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Your face instantly lights up with a smile, one that Anakin knows he wants to always keep on your face. 

The two of you are seemingly stuck to each other the rest of the night, dancing and talking non stop. When it’s time to go home, Anakin walks you to your place, already making plans for when to see you again. Your meetings multiply over the days, the months, and soon, you’re seeing each other every chance you get. 

It’s right before an assignment he’s sent on that he realizes he loves you. He’s known for some time now, arguably he’s known since the moment he laid eyes on you that night in 79’s. But there’s something about today, about the thought of not seeing you for Maker knows how many rotations, that pushes the thought to the front of his mind. 

He loves you, and he needs to let you know.

Anakin is standing outside the door of your home, waiting for you to answer the door. He should be back at the Jedi temple, ready to depart with Rex, but he’s not. 

You open the door, a surprised look on your face at the sight of him. Meanwhile, Anakin is smiling, the usual smile his face adapts every time he sees you. 

“Ani, I thought you were off to Naboo today.”

“I am, but I wanted to see you first.”

Your mouth curls up to a smile, and you open the door wider to let him in. Once inside, you hug him and give him a kiss on the cheek. 

“I love that you came, but aren’t you going to be late? You said Rex and you were set to leave at,” you look over at the clock on your wall. “Now!”

Anakin laughs lightly, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you into him. You’re not sure how he’s so calm about being late for his assignment; in all your time knowing him, he’s never been late. 

“It’s alright, my love. I told Rex to expect delays.”

At his nonchalant manner, you can’t help but join in and laugh. You take a hold of his face, bringing it down so that you can kiss him. When your lips meet, they mold perfectly, as always. Anakin moves to deepen the kiss, his brows furrowed in concentration. His eagerness reminds you of your first kiss together. 

You’d been sick, and Anakin had stopped to check up on you. After helping feed you some soup, much to your protest, you were wiping your mouth. His eyes focused on your lips, and in a bash of boldness, he’d leaned in to take your lips with his. The two of you were left breathless, much like now. 

Your need for air causes you to pull back, to Anakin’s dismay. He could kiss you forever, the taste of your lips doing more at keeping him alive than oxygen itself. 

Without hesitating, Anakin speaks. “I love you.”

You pull his face down to yours again, literal electricity sparking when your lips meet. You’ve kissed him just seconds ago, but this kiss, it’s different. 

Anakin’s arms around you tighten, mouth exploring your own, as if it holds hidden treasures. Your hands entangle in his locks, tugging lightly and earning a groan from him. You take a small nip at his lip before pulling back, taking in the look of a closed eyed, drunken-like Anakin. 

“Wow.”

His response elicits a giggle from you, the sound making Anakin open his eyes. 

“I love you, sun of my life. I always will,” you say. 

He leans in to kiss you for a third time, this time trading your lips for the top of your head. It’s soft and tender, one that evokes a content sigh from you. 

“Come to Naboo with me.” His lips are still on top of your head, his invitation mumbled. 

You pull back to look up at him. You’ve never been anywhere but Coruscant, Anakin knows that. He’d always promised you that he’d take you to experience the different worlds within the galaxy. You’d always assumed he’d meant after the war. Anakin, on the other hand, saw no better time than now. 

“I’m sure guests aren’t allowed on assignments related to Jedi business,” you say, cocking a brow. 

Anakin gives you a lopsided grin, moving a strand of hair from your face. 

“Nobody has to know.” The look of confusion on your face causes him to laugh. “I could sneak you on the transport. It’ll just be Rex, a few of my men, and I. It shouldn’t be difficult.”

“Ani, I don’t want to get you into any trouble.”

“You won’t, don’t you worry about that. Plus, the Festival of Light will be tomorrow. I’d love for you to see it.”

Anakin sees and senses your hesitation. When you let out a sigh, he knows he’s won. 

You finally agree, and Anakin envelopes you in a hug. It’s the first of many assignments and low risk missions he sneaks you into. He makes it his mission to show you the galaxy, to show you the beauties that, for him, will never compare to you. 

Every time you land on a new planet, a smile of pure fascination paints your face. And every time Anakin sees it, he knows there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you smiling. 

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powerful

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Obi-Wan Kenobi x fem!reader

Request: “YOU HIT ONE HUNDRED CONGRATS YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN i hope you feel loved and appreciated bc you are!! so very much!! anywaysss can i pls request obi-wan x fem reader and he tells her "you are so fucking powerful” ??” as requested by @corellians-only

Description: After a moment of vulnerability, Obi-Wan reminds you of your strength.

Word count: ~2.5k

Warnings: some angst, language, self-conscious/unappreciated feeling reader, crying, fluff buffet

A/N: a part of my 100 follower celebration! 🥳 thank you Cristina for the request!! 🥰 I hope you all like it! 💞💞

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The hot tears flow down your cheeks. Weak, weak, you’re so weak. The thought replays in your head once, twice, multiple times. You bite the inside of your cheek, your attempt at controlling your emotions falling short. 

It’s moments like these where you wish you could just leave. Where to, you aren’t sure; all you know is you don’t want to be here, not right now. Your hand comes up to wipe the wetness at your face away, a sense of dread setting within you for reacting the way you did. 

It’s not that big of a deal, just ignore it. 

You wish you could. But for whatever reason, you can’t. It affects you more than you’d ever admit, and each time you can’t help but replay the same words in your head: weak, weak, weak. 

This is not a rare occurrence, and that’s part of what makes you feel so powerless. It seems every time you have a confrontation, your eyes open the faucets of tears. It makes you feel small, so utterly small. 

It’s no different this time. You work in Coruscant’s Senate Executive Building, part of the security division. You’re under the section that organizes the various Senate Guards, determining shifts, layouts, and other such business. You usually love your job, feeling as if you’re doing your part in keeping the peace across the galaxy. However, there are times that you feel unfit for the job, just like today. 

You mishandled a few of the schedules for the week, giving the guard units who usually cover each other the same day off. As a result, there was no one to guard one of the main landing hangars. Thankfully, no mishaps happened, but when your supervisor found out you were the one responsible, he gave you the sermon that caused your break. 

After he had reminded you for the umpteenth time just how dangerous your mistake had been, he dismissed you for the day. The walls of his office did nothing to stop your colleagues from hearing  every word, so you waited until you were out of their deep stares to let the tears flow freely. 

Now you’re headed—actually, you don’t know where you’re headed. You’re walking around the corridors of the building mindlessly, not exactly wanting to go home to be alone with your thoughts. It’s only until you hear a soft voice behind you that you realize which corridor you had walked into. 

At the voice’s second call, you turn around, the worried face of Senator Padmé Amidala looking back at you. 

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You bite the inside of your cheek again, the question causing the somewhat controlled tears to jump back to the corners of your eyes, ready to be released onto your face. Padmé’s face softens, and she approaches you to take a hold of your hand. 

“Here, let’s go somewhere else,” she says, leading you to her office. 

You want to protest, not wanting to be a burden for Padmé, but you can’t find the strength to say anything without breaking down again. When the two of you enter her office, you feel some of the weight on your shoulders lessen thanks to being away from the public eye. She let’s go of your hand, and walks to the couches. She takes a seat, and you stand there for a second, contemplating whether you should sit down or just excuse yourself.

“Please, Y/N, take a seat.”

You oblige, taking a seat on the couch next to her. Padmé and you are friends, your friendship developing thanks to your position. You see each other often in the building, and would often greet one another; one day in particular, your greeting had become more of an actual conversation, and you two soon wound up having tea together at least once a week. The scent of your favorite tea takes you out of your thoughts, and you look over to see Padmé already serving you a cup. She hands it over to you, a soft and comforting smile on her face. 

“Now, do you want to talk about how you’re doing?”  

You take a sip before answering. “It’s nothing really, Senator Amidala. I’ve...I’ve just had a long day.”

A frown etches itself onto her features. She knows you’re keeping the details from her, but she won’t insist. “Well, if it helps, we can talk about other things, to keep your mind off of work. And please, you know you don’t have to be formal with me.”

You nod, not having realized you’d let the formal title slip. “Yes, that’d be nice. Tell me, how has your senator business been?”

With the question, Padmé begins a rundown on all the things she’s been working on since your last meeting. She talks about the recent blockade attempt by the Trade Federation, as well as some of the issues the Loyalist Committee have been discussing. It helps clear your mind, as she had suggested, and you’re thankful for it. 

You go up to wipe the corner of your eye to rid of the crusty feeling left by your dried tears. You‘re smiling, the usual smile you have whenever you’re with Padmé. She’s telling you about a rather amusing experience she recently had at a senator dinner when there’s a quick knock on the door. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, let me get that,” Padmé says, patting your hand before getting up to open the door. 

When she does open it, the unmistakable dark robes of Anakin Skywalker catch your eye. You see he makes a move to step in, a wide smile on his face. At the sight of you, however, he stops, a surprised look replacing his smile as he speaks to Padmé in a hushed tone. 

Placing your cup down, you stand and make your way over to the door. You plan to give them some space, knowing they’d both appreciate it. You’ve suspected for some time now that there is something going on between the Jedi and your friend, something more than a work relationship or a friendship even.  

You stand near Padmé, close enough for her to notice you but far enough as to not listen in to their conversation. She turns to look at you, Anakin giving you a small smile as he looks at you as well. 

“I should get going, Padmé. I have some things to do before going home tonight. Thank you for the talk.”

“There’s nothing to thank, Y/N. You know I always enjoy our time together.”

You hug her as a goodbye, telling Anakin goodbye as well before leaving the office. You’re a few doors down from Padmé’s office when you hear the soft sound of her door closing, the two having gone inside. 

In reality, you have nothing to do before going home. Leftovers from yesterday will serve for dinner, and you’d gone to get your weekly groceries and supplies a couple days back. No, nothing to do but get started on some work for tomorrow, maybe go to bed a little earlier...

You almost question whether you’re already asleep when you see the personification of your favorite dreams before you. 

“Obi-Wan.”

He turns at the sound of your voice, cerulean eyes locking with yours. He smiles at you, a smile that can take away any worry from your mind. You approach him, your feet seemingly leading you to him on their own. It’s until you’re standing before him that you’re suddenly shy. 

“Y/N, lovely seeing you.” 

Your heart leaps. You’re at a loss for words, and you beg the stars to let you say something. Thankfully, they compromise with you by promoting him to speak. 

“I just arrived with Anakin. I needed to talk with Senator Organa about something, and Anakin said he had some business here as well, though he wouldn’t say what exactly...” he trails off, his voice thoughtful. 

You contemplate telling him that he’s with Padmé, but know you can’t do that. They don’t need anyone else on their tail. 

“Well, I’m sure Anakin knows what he needs to do.”

Obi-Wan nods at your words. “I suppose he does.” The thoughtful expression he held changes to one at ease. “And where are you headed, if I may ask? Maybe I can walk with you.”

It’s the way your heartbeat is thumping at your chest that lets you know this is reality and not indeed a dream. You rush to answer, not wanting to lose your ability to speak once again. 

“I’m headed home, actually. I...I finished early for the day.” Not a lie, but not the entire truth. 

“If I may?” He extends his arm, and you take it, tingling sensations present at the touch. 

Due to your job, you’ve worked with Obi-Wan on different occasions. Like with Padmé, you developed a friendship with the Jedi, one that you’ve come to deeply appreciate. Only, unlike your relationship with Padmé, you have feelings for Obi-Wan, more than the usual feelings one has for friends, even close friends. 

“How was your day? I heard there was a mix up with some guards. I hope that didn’t cause you any problems?”

Your heart sinks at his words. Of course he had heard about that. Just like he’s worked with you before, he’s worked with your department countless times. In fact, he’s currently on an assignment in collaboration with your department, the one he had probably come to discuss with Senator Organa. 

You don’t realize you’ve tightened your grip on Obi-Wan’s arm until he puts his other hand on top of your own. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking at you, worry etched onto his face. 

“Y/N, my dear, is something wrong?”

“I...” The pounding of your heart fills your ears, and you close your eyes while taking a deep breath to try to control it. “I’m okay. I just...I was the one responsible for that mistake.”

Before you know it, the tears have returned to your face. Obi-Wan stops walking when he realizes, taking a soft hold of your arms. You wipe away at your face, embarrassment making you want to run and hide. 

“There, there, it’s okay.” Obi-Wan’s hands, his warm, sturdy hands, rub your arms, the feeling alleviating the pounding of your head. “It was an honest mistake. No one is exempt from making one of those every once in a while.”

You shake your head, all the feelings you’ve cooped up for days now, feelings not even relating to today’s events, come crashing down all at once. 

“I—I know that. It’s not even that which gets me so upset. I just feel so utterly weak,” you say in between your tear induced hiccups. 

“Weak? Darling, you’re not weak.”

“I am, Obi. I’ve been keeping these feelings bottled up inside of me, and I let them get the best of me. They’re the reason I made that stupid mistake, and they’re the reason I broke down after the talk I was given.”

You cover your face with your hands. It’s an attempt to stop the sobs from escaping your mouth, an attempt to hide from Obi-Wan’s searching look, an attempt to just disappear.

The feeling of being pulled into Obi-Wan’s chest is what makes you finally move your hands from your face. When you do, you’re met by his neck, and without any hesitation, you bury your face into it, your arms wrapping around him. He holds you there for what seems like hours, though is most likely just a minute. His hands rub up and down your back, each stroke acting like another hammer into the walls you’d eradicated. 

“It’s been a rough few days.” Your voice is muffled, but Obi-Wan hears you nonetheless. 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You’re about to say no, afraid of facing it all. But when his fingers come up to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, the final hammer to your wall causes it to crumble. 

“Yes.”

At your response, he pulls you back, making sure to still keep you close. His hands stay on your arms, keeping you physically and emotionally steady. 

“I’ve been having some problems with my family. It’s...it’s nothing big really. I just haven’t felt very appreciated by them. You know how they can be.”

He nods at your words. You’ve talked to him about them before, and he’s met them on two occasions. 

“I just feel like they don’t see everything I’m doing sometimes. And it really hurts me, because I feel like they expect more and I don’t know if I can give that to them. I—I don’t want you to think they’re horrible people; I love them, very much so, but they do have their faults, as everyone, I suppose.“

“I would never think that,” Obi-Wan says, and at his words, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You’re hesitant about sharing your family troubles with others, especially Obi-Wan. You don’t want him to view them in a bad light, especially because of how important he and they are to you. 

“And I guess that’s been clouding my mind a lot. So when that happened today, I just, I guess I broke. It made me feel like I can’t even do that right, the one thing I pride myself in being good at. And to make matters worse, it made me feel so vulnerable, so weak, how easily I can break.”

“Don’t...” Obi-Wan sighs. “Please don’t think of yourself like that. Y/N, you are so fucking powerful, so strong, so resilient. You are the kindest, most caring being I know. You work so hard, and do it with purpose. I need you to realize that.” His eyes are locked onto your own, light cerulean orbs searching for any reaction from you. 

Your head is spinning. Obi-Wan’s words take a minute to process. When you finally muster the words to speak, he’s still looking at you with the same intensity. 

“Thank you.” 

It’s simple. A thank you. But it’s exactly what sums up everything that you feel as a result of his words. A thank you for reminding you just how powerful you are. 

One of his hands slides down your arm to take a hold of your hand, leaving a blazing  trail at its touch. Holding onto your fingers, he brings your knuckles up to his lips. He kisses them tenderly, leaving you breathless. 

“There’s nothing to thank, my darling.”

Before you let the moment pass, you bring your other hand to hold his. With both of your hands holding onto his own, it’s your turn to kiss his knuckles. Your lips connect with the warm skin, and when you move back, your lips are tingling. 

If Obi-Wan is surprised by your actions, he doesn’t show it. He simply smiles, the smile that you love so much. You smile in return, hoping that you can convey to him just how thankful you are for this, for him.

He does know, for when you see him again the next day, he takes no time to greet you with another kiss on your hand, his lips lingering longer than before, seemingly spelling out the word itself: powerful. 

[anakin-danvers]

Hello bb 😌🥰 I would like to request the prompts “why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??” and “I’ll walk you home.” with Luke Skywalker (baby Luke 🥺) please and thank you. Congrats on 100 followers! You really deserve it! 😘🤩

Aileen! Thank you for requesting my beautiful sister! I know you already read it, but you can find the link to the fic here 🥰🥰

[anakin-danvers]

the most beautiful blue

Luke Skywalker x fem!reader

Request: “Hello bb 😌🥰 I would like to request the prompts “why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?” and “I’ll walk you home.” with Luke Skywalker (baby Luke 🥺) please and thank you. Congrats on 100 followers! You really deserve it! 😘🤩” as requested by @acnini

Description: You’re used to doing things yourself, not liking to wait for others to help. It’s your way of dealing with the different feelings within you. But your feelings are soon put on full display before a certain Tatooine farm boy.  

Word Count: ~3.2k

Warnings: mentions of mom being sick, mention of father passing away, some angst, tiiiiiiiny bit of my attempt at some spicyness 🌶, lots of fluff. 

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write for Luke for so long so thank you Aileen for requesting for our baby Luke! Like you said, I love one (1) farm boy. I really like how it turned out, so I hope you all enjoy! I’m working on the other requests that have been sent in for my 100 follower celebration, so keep an eye out for those! Also, Aileen I’m happy I posted this today because you got your full time offer today!! Woo!! 🥳

P.S. Y/L/N means your last name :)

Tags: @acnini, @cherieboba, @obirain​, @thespareoom, @lazzwhile, @valkyriesandbrokenhalos, @royalhandmaidens

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The first thing that greets you every morning is the same: heat. Unending, dry heat that you’re sure is the result of the twin suns that decorate Tatooine’s sky. This morning, it’s not different, the heat hitting you in a wave as you become aware of your surroundings. The second constant of every morning for you is the cough. Similar to the heat, it is dry and unending, violently shaking the body of it’s victim. And it’s the sole perpetrator of your final and heaviest constant of every morning: worry.  

Worry settles in you every morning, the frequency of it not making it any less heavy on your mind. Your mother is the sole family you have, and she’s sick, her health not improving as the days pass. Part of you wonders if it’s the rough conditions of Tatooine that prevent her recovery. 

Getting up from your bed, you walk over to your mom’s room. She’s sitting up on her bed, hand over her mouth and she coughs once, twice, three times. Her eyes meet yours as you enter, and she tries her best to give you a comforting smile. 

“Good morning, love,” she greets. 

“Good morning, mom. How are you feeling?” You’re next to her at this point, your hand extended to help her get up. 

“Ah, well same as always. Not better, but not worse, thank the stars.”

That‘s the thing about your mom, she always looks at the bright side. It helps you in a way, but never works to fully take away your worry. 

“Here, let me help you to the kitchen so we can eat some breakfast,” you say. She takes a hold of your hand to get up, then let’s go. 

“I’m okay to walk, Y/N. Like I said, I’m not feeling worse today.” She smiles at you to get her point across, and you nod at her before walking to the kitchen. 

Once there, you grab some haroun bread, hubba gourd preserves, and blue milk. You set them all on the table, along with two plates and two cups. Right as you take your seat, your mom walks into the kitchen, taking a seat on the chair across from you. 

“Thank you, love.”

“Of course.”

The two of you dig into your respective breakfasts. You notice the hubba gourd preserves are running low, and make a mental note to make some more. 

“One of the vaporators seems to be acting up,” she says. “I’ll check it out and see if I have to fix it after breakfast.”

Quickly, you shake your head. “That’s alright, I can handle it.”

“Y/N...”

You interrupt her before she has a chance to protest. 

“Mom, it’s fine. I’m headed to the market today anyways. It’d be good to check on the vaporators beforehand to know if I need any supplies to fix them.”

Your mom sighs, shaking her head lightly. She knows you’ve made up your mind on the matter. “Well, let me at least ask Beru to have Luke help you with the vaporators. I was hoping to visit her since she promised me some of her blue milk cheese last time I saw her.”

You shake your head again, this time not as quickly.

“I’m alright. I don’t need Luke to help me. Really, I can handle it.”

Another sigh escapes her lips before a small smile appears. She reaches over to place a hand on your cheek. The once soft hand is now rough, calloused due to years of work. 

“My sweet, sweet girl. What would I do without you?”

You just smile at her back, some heat brushing your face at her words. 

“That’s what I’m here for, mom.”

Your mother has been sick for some time now. Like she says, it doesn’t technically get worse, but you’re sure something this long term doesn’t help anybody’s health. For as long as you can remember, it’s always been just your mom and you, your father having passed when you were young. She’s taken care of you all your life, nursing you back to health whenever you’ve fallen ill. Now it’s your turn to help her. 

Once breakfast is done, you kiss your mom’s cheek before heading to check in the vaporators. She lets you know she is going to visit the Lars family, but should be back for dinner. 

You step out into the scorching heat, eyes instantly squinting to adjust to the brightness. Tools in hand, you walk over to the vaporator that is giving trouble. Once you reach it, you begin to inspect it, quickly determining one of the condensers is busted. Should be an easy replacement, but you need to buy some at the market. 

Cleaning your hands on a rag, you walk over to your home again to drop off the tools and grab some bags to carry what you plan to buy at the market. You notice your mom is no longer there, having already gone to visit the Lars. 

You start the short walk over to the market, almost reaching it when you hear someone running behind you and your name being called. You turn to find who the owner of the voice is, and find Luke slowing down as he catches up to you, you smile. 

“Hi Luke,” you say as he reaches you. And though he had been the one who had been running, you know he’s not as breathless as you are at the moment. 

He takes a few breaths before speaking. “Hey,” he says and takes another breath. “I went to look for you at your house but hadn’t caught you in time.”

“I need to buy a new condenser for one of the vaporators, as well as some other things from the market.”

“Your mom told me,” he says. The two of you begin your walk to the market, sound of conversation and the smell of different food indicating it’s near. 

“Did she also tell you to help me with the vaporators?” You look at him as you ask your question, your eyebrow rising slightly. 

His face gives it all away. “I—no she didn’t.”

“Luke...”

“Okay,” he says, raising his hands slightly. “She did ask me to help you out, but in my defense I already planned on visiting you today.”

Luke and you have been friends since childhood. The Lars family are your neighbors, your mom and Beru having always been friendly with each other. With Luke and you being around the same age, it was easy for you to gravitate towards one another. You two are inseparable, and really, you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“Well, you know I’m never opposed to seeing you, Luke, but I can fix the vaporator on my own.”

Once you reach the market you walk straight to the shop that you know will have condensers. Luke is next to you the whole time, not leaving your side. 

“I know you can, but I also know you probably have like 10 other things to do today. Let me help you with that one thing.”

After picking up a condenser, you look over at Luke. He’s staring at you, his blue eyes searching your face as he waits for your response. You place a hand on his shoulder and squeeze it lightly. 

“Trust me, 11 things isn’t that much different than 10. I can do it.”

Luke throws his head back and gives a dramatic sigh. You laugh as you make your way to purchase the part, Luke’s response being exactly what you expected.

“It won’t hurt you to have some help every once in a while, you know?” Luke is behind you as you pay. 

“I know.”

You both leave the shop and walk towards the main line of food stands. You go around to different stands, with you buying the different food and supplies that are running low back home, while Luke is next to you talking about what he’s been up to since the last time he’d seen you. 

You’re back home now, hands deep in the vaporator, Luke sitting on the ground next to you. He helped you carry the condenser and some other things back and had almost started fixing the vaporator. You protested before he got his hands on it, reminding him that his original plan was to visit you, making him your guest, and guests don’t fix vaporators. 

You raise your arm to wipe some sweat off your brow. Setting the tools down, you turn to grab the water canteen that you had brought, finding Luke already holding it out. Thanking him, you take the canteen, bringing the opening to your lips and greedily drinking the cool liquid, some of it dripping down your chin. As you drink, you can feel Luke’s eyes on you, making you suddenly need more water. 

Taking a last gulp, you close the canteen and hand it back to Luke. He keeps his eyes on you, even as he grabs it and takes a drink himself. Now it’s your turn to stare. The way his lips connect with the opening, the way his neck moves as he drinks, the way he looks under the sun, the —

“Do I have something on my face, Y/L/N?”

At his words, you blink a few times. Before you get flustered under his gaze, you huff, deciding to put on a playful front instead of letting him know you were admiring him. 

“I should be asking you that, Skywalker. You’re the one that was staring first. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think I have a doop bug on my face.”

Luke laughs, a genuine, full laugh that sounds like music to your ears. And with that, your playful front vanishes, replaced by the flustered state that only Luke can cause. In order to avoid having him see you this way, you turn your attention back to finish off the vaporator. 

You finish right before nightfall, the simple task taking longer than planned thanks to Luke, your favorite distraction. When you’re putting away the tools you used, Luke is standing behind you, talking to you about some new parts he got to tinker around with his family’s vaporators. 

“If you like, you can come over and I can show them to you. You might still find your mom there.”

You nod at his offer, practically jumping at the opportunity to spend more time with him. “Yeah, that’d be great. I might have to steal some of your ideas for the vaporators.”

So you walk with him to his home, bumping into your mom just about halfway. She has some of Beru’s blue milk cheese, and you let her know you’ll be home soon. When you arrive to the Lars homestead, you greet Owen and Beru, and Luke leads you to his room. 

He goes directly to where he has some of his new parts on a table on the corner of his room. Luke is fiddling around with some of the parts, but your eyes land on two little figurines made of wood from japor trees that are on the corner of the table. You pick them up, and upon further inspection you recognize them. You give way to a small gasp, and Luke turns to look at you. 

“What’s wrong? Oh...” His eyes land on the figurines in your hand, one of a girl and the other of a boy. 

“Are these...are these the ones I made you when we were kids?” Your fingers trace the edges of the rather crude wood carvings, a smile finding its way to your face. “I made these when I was like 10.”

“Yeah, I—I’ve had them since.”

“Why? I mean, they’re not really that good,” you say, laughing at the disproportionate legs and arms. 

“Because you made them. For me. How could I not keep them?”

You raise your eyes to look at him, finding he’s looking down at the wood carvings. You take the moment to appreciate how close he is to you. At this proximity, you freely look at his blonde hair, his lashes, his dimpled chin. He’s the epitome of your favorite dreams, and you’d love nothing more than to let him know that. 

“I really appreciate you keeping them, Luke.”

He looks up to meet your eyes, a warm smile on his face. Thanking the proximity once again, you have a better view of his smile, the smile that gives you goosebumps on even the hottest Tatooine days. 

“Here, let me show you the parts.”

After Luke gushes to you about his plans to modify the vaporators to work more efficiently, he asks you if you’d like to go outside and take advantage of the cooler air. Now, the two of you are sitting under the moons’ light, the absence of the twin suns allowing a small relief of the usual heat. 

“So, will you let me modify your vaporators if my technique works?” Luke asks, hope evident in his voice. 

“You can teach me how to modify one. I can take care of the rest. I wouldn’t want to keep you from your other duties.”

“You wouldn’t be keeping me from anything, Y/N. You know I love helping you.”

You nod. “I know, Luke. But really, I can do the rest on my own.”

Luke is silent for a second. The seconds soon turn to a few minutes, and you would be okay with it if it weren’t for the unreadable expression on his face. You’re about to break the silence when he beats you to it.  

“Why do you always think you have to do everything on your own?”

There it is, there’s the question you know he’s been wanting to ask, but hoped he wouldn’t.  A sigh escapes your lips as the emotions you’d been holding back come tumbling down like an avalanche. You feel tears start to well in your eyes, and you look down at your hands to hide them from him. 

“Because, Luke, I know one day I’ll be on my own. You’re destined for so much, I know this and you do too. I know one day you’ll be out in the galaxy fulfilling that great destiny of yours, and you should. But I know I have to stay here to care for my mom, and one day she’ll be too weak to do even the smallest things. And that day it’ll all fall on me, so I need to be prepared for when that day comes.”

You blink back the tears, still looking at your hands, afraid to face Luke. His hand comes to take a soft hold of your chin, lifting it lightly. You still avert your eyes, not wanting to look at him. 

“Y/N, please look at me.”

You finally do look at him, the pleading in his voice snaking its way into your heart and forcing you to meet his eyes. When your eyes lock with his, you feel yourself sink into his gaze. 

“I’m not going to leave you behind. Ever.”

“Luke, you don’t have to always think of me. You have to think about yourself, about your dreams. I’m not letting you stop everything because of me.”

“And I won’t. But I’m not leaving you behind either. You have to understand that. I can’t leave you behind because you’re the one who keeps me going, the one who inspires me to get out of here and search for something better. And I won’t leave you behind because I love you, I’ve loved you since we were children, and I’ll continue loving you until we’re both old and gray.”

You really don’t know what to say. You’ve loved Luke for as long as you can remember, the once childish crush growing into something mature and so real as the years passed. He’d been your first kiss when you two were children, and, unbeknownst to him, your only kiss. So to have him say all this to you leaves you nothing short of wordless. 

“Luke, I...I don’t know what to say.”

His hand moves from your chin to cup your face, his thumb grazing your cheek to wipe away a stray tear. 

“You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. I just need you to know that you can always count on me. Today, tomorrow, always.”

Before second guessing what you’re doing, you lean in to connect your lips with his. His lips instantly respond. At first you kiss him the way you did all those years ago: innocent and sweet. But soon, the years of love reflect themselves on the kiss.

You grab a hold of his face, bringing him closer to you. His hands drop to take a hold of your waist, staying there for a second until you make the move to inch closer to him. At your action, he pulls you closer to him, his fingers digging slightly into your waist. You let out a small moan at the sensation, one that’s mimicked by his own. 

At the sound of Luke’s name, you pull away. 

“Luke! I need your help with something!” It’s Owen who calls him. 

“I’ll be right there!” Luke answers. 

Then he turns to look at you, the biggest smile you’d ever seen adorns his face. You’re smiling as well, your lips tingling. A small laugh escapes you as the two of you continue to stare at each other, not really knowing what to say. 

You lean in to give him a quick kiss on his lips, pulling back before he pulls you in again. And when you look at his eyes again, all you see is pure adoration. 

A passing traveler had once described to you what you had a hard time imagining: the ocean. So much water in one place, you couldn’t fathom. What shocked you the most was his description of the ocean being blue. The most beautiful blue, you remember him saying. You’d hope to see it yourself one day. However, you know that his words couldn’t be true. The most beautiful blue you’d ever and will ever see is the shade of Luke’s eyes. 

“Luke!” Owen calls again. 

“Just a minute! I’m just saying goodbye to Y/N,” Luke says, standing up and extending his hand to help you up. You take it and stand up, dusting your pants of sand. 

“Oh, then take your time!”

You laugh at Owen’s words. Luke jokingly rolls his eyes, a laugh of his own filling your ears. 

“Here, I’ll walk you home.”

“No, Luke, I’m fine. Owen needs you,” you say. 

“You heard what he said. I’m taking my time.”

You laugh again, taking a hold of Luke’s arm. The two of you begin the walk to your home. As the two of you walk under the night sky, the light of the moons lighting your way, your conversation fills the air. The two of you tease and laugh, happiness evident. You arrive in front of your home, where Luke promises to see you first thing in the morning, and your chest fills with such beautiful warmth at the anticipation. 

When Luke kisses you goodnight before jogging his way back home, you know that now every morning, you’ll have a fourth constant, the one that will always outweigh the other three: love.

[anakin-danvers]

to wish upon a star

Rex x gender neutral!reader

Request: “For a fic, from prompt list #2, "Look! A shooting star! Make a wish," with any character you want to write from the Star Wars prequel trilogy? (Not entirely sure who you write for, do I'll leave it up to you.)” as requested by @valkyriesandbrokenhalos​

Description: While on a mission in your home world, you take the time to enjoy the night sky. To your surprise, a certain Clone Captain decides to join you. 

Word count: ~2.2 k

Warnings: Fluff. This is pure and utter all fluff. Some drinking! Tinyyyyy bit of angst if you squint to see it. Also, first time writing for our boy Rex so please be kind!

A/N: I decided to do Rex for this fic after a suggestion from @acnini​ (also special shoutout to her for beta reading 💖)! I hope you all like it, especially you Aro! Thank you for participating in my celebration! 🥳💗 

P.S. I have another Rex request I am working on which will most likely be a part 2 for this!!

tags: @acnini​ , @catsnkooks​ , @kaminobiwan​

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Sitting in a dinner hall in a table full of tipsy clones was not what you imagined you’d be doing when General Skywalker told you to pack your bag for the mission this morning. But here you are, in your home planet, eating delicacies you’d only dreamt of as a child. 

Music bounces off the walls, not loud enough to hurt your ears, but definitely loud enough to make it hard to think. You look around, feeling a bit overwhelmed with the setting you are in. Usually, you wouldn’t be attending these sorts of things; your position as an engineer for the 501st allowed you to stand on the sidelines, focus on your job and nothing more. But this is a special mission. The meeting General Skywalker has is with none other than the head of foreign operations of your home world Elzu. 

The small planet could have been as beautiful as Naboo, were it not for the exploitation of natural resources by the government. By the time Elzu joined the Republic, it was drastically divided. Those who had been part of the group exploiting the resources are still the ones in power now. The rest are left to fend for themselves, many immigrating to other planets in search of a better livelihood. Your parents were part of the latter group, taking you and your siblings to Coruscant when you were about 9 years old. Thanks to their sacrifice and hard work, you now have the job you have. 

So when General Skywalker asked if you’d be willing to join him and the 501st to the meeting as a point person for all things Elzu, you were hesitant. Elzu held many bittersweet memories, and you’d only been back a handful of times since your family had left all those years ago. General Skywalker had sensed your hesitation, and asked if instead you could help by giving him a list of the customs of the planet. However, as you were writing the list, you thought back to all the ways Skywalker and the 501st had helped you get to where you are, and knew that the least you could do was help with the trip in person. Though now that you’re here, you’re starting to wish you’d just stuck to the list. 

The boisterous laugh of Fives rips you from your thoughts. You blink a few times in an attempt to refocus on the present. You turn to look at Fives, who’s sitting at your table, in an attempt to see what he’s laughing at. When your eyes travel around the other clones in your table and settle on a rather flustered looking Dogma, you have an idea of what Five’s source of entertainment currently is. 

In spite of your otherwise uncomfortable feelings, you can’t help but smile. It was rare that the clones of the 501st were so at ease while on a mission. Seeing them all gathered in the main dinner hall enjoying good food made you happy, especially knowing this type of mission would be one of a kind. 

The eating and socializing continues, and though you converse with the clones around you, you mostly stay quiet. After deciding you’d had enough to eat, you excuse yourself and walk out of the dinner hall. 

You hate to admit it, but the palace you’re currently in is gorgeous. The large and intricate structure was built from different Elzian resources, Elzian marble being the most predominant. As you mindlessly walk down the hallway, you stay close to the wall, the smooth walls leaving a cool sensation on your fingertips. You keep walking around, not really knowing where you intend on going. That is, until you spot  a sliver of the night sky. 

Your feet make their way to the landing deck on its own. It isn’t until you feel the cool night breeze on your skin that you realize just how hot it is inside. Letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, you step out onto the seemingly unused landing deck. You almost gasp at the sight; the height of the deck makes you feel as if you’re in the sky. 

If there was one thing you’d always miss most about Elzu, it’s the sky. It’s easy to forget that there’s even a sky in Coruscant due to the endless bustle of traffic. But that isn’t the case here. No, here, the sky is clear, the stars densely decorating it to look like the most royal of sparkling gowns. 

You take a seat directly on the landing deck, sprawling your legs out in front of you and placing your hands on the durasteel ground. Maker, you can almost reach out and touch the stars, pick them like the fruit of a tree, with how close they seem. 

“Beautiful night.”

If you weren’t sitting, you would have jumped at the sudden voice behind you. However, as the initial shock leaves you, you recognize the voice, a deep honey voice you never get tired of hearing. 

Footsteps approach you, and you can feel them under your palms. They stop as two white and blue armored legs appear next to you. Your eyes follow the legs up to their owner’s face, the brown skin and blonde hair of your favorite person making the feeling of a thousand pairs of wings erupt in your stomach. 

“Rex.”

“How are you, nau?”

At the sound of his tone, you know he can tell you’re not feeling your best. You also know there’s no point in trying to convince him otherwise. 

“I’m doing okay, given the circumstances,” you say. 

Lightly dropping his helmet to his side, he takes a seat next to you. You look at him as he mimics the way you’re sitting, legs spread out in front of him, hands on either side of him. And honestly, you can’t help but admire just how beautiful he looks. 

Your eyes move from where you see his legs brushing your own, landing instead on his face. You find him looking at you, concern etched onto his features. 

“You know how I feel about this place, Rex. It doesn’t hold the best memories,” you finally say. 

“I know,” he simply says. 

He knows. Of course he knows. He knows because he’s been by your side when you’ve had a few too many drinks at 79’s and spilled all about your childhood hardships. He knows because he’s been by your side when you try to discreetly get information on how the less fortunate of Elzu are holding up with the war. He knows because he’s always been there, with you.

Relief washes over you when you realize you don’t have to explain all the feelings caused by being on Elzu. Bringing up your legs to hug them to your chest, you look up at the sky again, the smile from earlier returning. 

“Have you ever heard of shooting stars?”

“Shooting stars?” At his question, you nod. “I haven’t, nau.”

“Well you’re in for a treat tonight.”

His brow raises, and a faint smile paints his face. “Is that right?”

You nod again. “Elzu is known for its shooting stars, sometimes called flying stars. The people of Elzu believe they’re the souls of beings who have passed all around the galaxy as they make their way to their final resting spot. Legend has it they grant wishes.”

Rex laughs lightly, not in a mocking way, but rather in a surprised way. For someone who’s usually surrounded by so many facts, Rex doesn’t expect you to be so invested in old tales. 

“Hey, I’m being serious!” you say, a laugh coming out of you as well. “I used to make a wish every night when I was a kid.”

Rex won’t ask what you wished, you know that. He doesn’t want to impose, pour salt on the wound that is already being constantly poked at while being here in Elzu. But either way, you continue, part of you needing to tell him what you wished for all those years ago. 

“I’d initially wish for childish things; a new toy or the chance to taste one of those many pastries they have inside. But then the guilt would creep in, and instead I’d wish for the star to bring my family and I stability. Not riches, those weren’t necessary, just stability. Food on the table, a roof over our heads, shoes on our feet. And the next night I’d do the same again: wish for something childish then scrap it for a worthwhile wish.”

As you finish, you don’t know what you expect Rex to say. You don’t know if you even expect him to say anything. And initially he doesn’t, he sits there next to you in silence looking up at the same sky you’d stare at endlessly as a child. 

“Ca’tra.”

You turn to look at him, the word foreign to your ears. For the most part, you knew the phrases of his native Mando’a he’d speak around you. Nau, for example, was what he called you, a nickname of sorts. He’s told you it means light, a nod to the way you two initially met during a blackout on a ship you’d been working on, a flashlight in hand as you bumped in face first to his chest. But ca’tra you didn’t know, so you waited for him to continue. 

“It means ‘night sky’,” he explains, and you make a mental note to add that to the list of Mando’a words you have written on your data pad. “I often gazed up at the night sky back in Kamino growing up. It brought me calm whenever I’d feel...uneasy.”

“Ca’tra.” You test the word in your mouth, hoping you pronounced it correctly. At his smile and nod, your heart blooms with pride. 

“And though we have no word for shooting star, we do have ka’ra, which means stars.” 

Another word to add to the list, you think. 

Your eyes go back to the sky, and almost as if on queue, you see the flash of light that filled you with hope as a child. 

“Look! A shooting star! Make a wish,” you say, closing your eyes to mentally make your own. You wish for progress in the war with as little casualties as possible, you wish for his safety. A whisper of a thought adds another part to the wish: I wish for Rex to stay by my side. 

You open your eyes slowly, glancing over at Rex to see if he’s done with his wish. Only, you don’t find him with his eyes closed as you’d had them. He’s not even looking up at the sky. No, he’s looking at you. 

For a split second, you forget how to breathe at the sight of his beautiful eyes on you. Taking a small breath, you speak. 

“Did you make a wish?” You don’t intend for your voice to be a whisper, but with the way he’s looking at you, you don’t manage anything else. 

Rex nods. “Yes, I did.”

You want to ask what it is, but know that the way wishes come true is by keeping them to yourself. 

“Well,” you say, your hand seemingly moving on its own will as it lands on top of his. “I hope your wish comes true.”

“I hope so too,” he responds. 

You turn back to look at the sky, your hand still on Rex’s. And maybe it’s the glass of Elzian wine you drank, or the fact that you’re looking up at the night sky you spent your whole childhood wishing under, or even the drunken state Rex causes you to be in regardless of the amount of alcohol in your system, but you think you know what Rex wished for. Well, you hope you know what he wished for. 

As if to put your mind at ease and to confirm your thoughts all at once, Rex moves his hand so that he’s now holding yours. The cool feeling of the durasteel you both are sitting on makes for a sharp contrast to just how warm his hand feels on your own. Before you have time to process his actions, he hits you with another jolt of electricity when he softly squeezes your hand.  

You don’t have to look at him to know he’s smiling, because you’re smiling too. You’re smiling the smile that only appears whenever Rex is with you, by your side, safe. 

And as the two of you sit under the night sky, you don’t feel the guilt you’d expected to feel at the last addition to your wish. It’s a bit selfish, you admit, wishing for something exclusively for you. But you don’t, can’t feel guilt when all you feel is warm, kind love with Rex by your side. 

When the next shooting star paints the sky, you once again wish for Rex to stay by your side, nothing more, nothing less.

[anakin-danvers]

Hello Chas! Can I request a pairing (I don't mind who, though I would possibly prefer Star Wars)? A bit about myself: I am incredibly quiet and shy, and really like having discussions about many things and just learning in general. I am fairly active and love the outdoors. I get overwhelmed easily and will probably need someone to distract me in someway from those things. I wear glasses and have forgotten them in weird places before.

Hey Aro! So happy you asked for a ship, love! 💗🥰

I ship you with Fox!

You don’t like going out much, instead preferring to stay home and going through your data pad in search of learning something new. But at the insistence of your friends, and a relatively stressful day at work, you succumb to the invitation of going out to 79’s one night. And thank the stars you did, because that’s when you lay eyes on him.

You are much too shy to approach him, instead content to simply see him from afar. Thankfully you don’t have to make the move. At the sight of the clone commander approaching your table, your nerves get the better of you, and you look at anywhere but at him.

He introduces himself as Commander Fox. Initially you think he’s there to talk to one of your friends, but to your surprise, he’s looking at you the whole time he speaking. Your friends see the curiosity in your eyes, and excuse themselves from the table to give you two some space.

In the beginning, you admit, there is an awkward silence. You’re much too shy to start talking to him, especially with how his hazel eyes seem to look at you as if he already knows you. It’s when he starts to ask about what you rather be doing than be here at 79’s that he gets you talking.

And talk you do.

In fact, you talk all night, and soon (too soon for your liking), the night is over. But you promise to meet again the next week, and you always keep your promises. Soon, the two of you are inseparable. He picks up on your mannerisms, and you on his.

Whenever he’s at your place after a mission, you feel more whole, more complete. He’ll always be there when you need him to be. Whether it’s for help looking for your glasses (multiple times a day) or to listen to you excitedly talk about the latest topic you’ve learned or to simply hold you after an especially hard day, Fox is always there.

It’s on one of those hard days that you realize something.

You get him from your job, and to say you feel overwhelmed is putting it lightly. You don’t feel valued at your job, and though you keep putting your best to your work, it seems that the work is never-ending. Fox is already in your apartment when you arrive (you’d given him a spare key, and he’s definitely been putting it to good use).

You’re happy to see him, as you always are, but you also don’t want to talk about just how down you feel. But Fox knows you, and with one look at your face, he’s setting down the data pad he’d been holding and embraces you. You sigh, your body giving into the warmth of his own. His hands play with your hair, fingers running through it, and Maker the amount of serotonin that flows through your body due to the sensation should be illegal.

His lips place a soft kiss on your forehead and you don’t even realize a few stray tears have fallen down your face until he wipes them away. He doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t need to. But as he looks at you the same way he did that night at 79’s, you know Fox knows you better than anyone does, he always has. And honestly, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[anakin-danvers]

*raises hand* ma’am may I please request a pairing?? about me: half-Latina, athletic/former dancer, in need of stimulation 24/7, youngest child, intellectual but also kinda (read: very) clueless, always listening to music, deep thinker, loves to laugh, anxiety & isolationism are good friends of mine, craves soft things, honorable bad boys are *sigh*

Cristina! I’m so glad you asked for a ship 🚢 and I love the description you gave!

I ship you with Han Solo!

You met the literal epitome of honorable bad boy after taking up a few jobs at the Mos Eisely cantina. He’s no stranger to the dimly lit tavern, and one night after you finish your shift early, you find yourself unwinding with a few drinks. It’s when the band plays the lively music you grew up hearing and you make your way to the sad excuse of a dance floor that Han can’t help but stare.

You move to the music as if you have it memorized. It’s second nature to you, dancing for as long as you can remember. The youngest in your family, you were often able to pick up different parts of your culture from those around you. The one that stuck to you most was dancing.

The few drinks you took to unwind take its toll on you, because as you open your eyes to find chocolate orbs staring back, you smile. And that smile is what has Han up from his seat and walking towards you.

From this, you’ve learned that as smooth as Han is with his words, his dancing doesn’t necessarily follow suit. Since that night, Han never stops dancing with you when he has the chance, the action bringing a warm feeling to your chest. Sometimes you can’t help but laugh at how lost he seems to be. But he’ll keep making a fool out of himself on the dance floor just to hear you laugh.

When you decide to travel the galaxy with him, he, to your surprise, has a music player installed to the Falcon. Han insists he always had it, but when you point out the obviously newer state it’s in compared to the rest of the ship, all he does is give you a smile to confirm your suspicions.

Later, when he meets Luke, Leia, and the Rebellion, he tells you he’ll join them only if you want to. At the gleam of hope in his eyes, hope for something better, you instantly say yes. You’re initially afraid to be a bother to the crew; they all know so much, they all seem to have their specific purpose. When Han finds you in your cot, the anxiety of not being good enough to help the Rebellion clouding your thoughts, his heart feels heavy. He assures you that the main reason he wants to help the Rebellion is to ensure a better life for you together. His words warm your heart more than the suns on Tatooine ever could, and you hug him close to you, thanking the stars for having him in your life.

Your worry is soon scrapped, as you find your immense knowledge of the history of different planets is soon put to use in the Rebellion. You love to learn, and soon pick up many things around the Rebel base. When you’re not deep in thoughtful conversations with those around you, Han will find you in the small kitchen of either the base or the Falcon (both having working ovens secretly installed by Han himself). You’ll bake your worries away, and Han is always excited to taste your newest creation. Though he loves each one, he knows nothing is quite as sweet as the taste of your lips on his.

[anakin-danvers]

can i request a star wars ship for your 100 celebration? (you can pick from any trilogy!) i am a ENTP-T straight female. i’m about 5’2” and i have straight brown hair. i play softball and field hockey. i am witty, stubborn, artistic, and an original. i love listening to music and sketching from time to time. i love athletic wear, but i love to dress nice. i love to read and binge netflix in my free time. thank you lovely! :))

Hey Sarah! Thank you for requesting! 🥰

I ship you with Poe Dameron! Your witty personality is what first caught his attention. You two are both Resistance pilots, and after seeing you around the base many times, Poe took the initiative to get to know you better!

You are both stubborn, which can cause some conflict at times, but it also let’s you two understand each other when others might not. Being part of the Resistance is no easy task, but you’re definitely cut out for the job. Not only are your piloting skills up to par with Poe’s (or better you’d argue, since you often need less fixings to your X-Wing than he does), but you’re also great at squadron tactics and hand to hand combat.

On the rare occasion that you have free time, Poe will find you in a a hidden nook in the base, either laying down with some soft music playing, or enjoying a nice read on your data pad. When he finds you, Poe will either join you in your moment of relaxation, laying his head on your lap while casually going through some documents on his own data pad. When he has nothing on his agenda, he’ll just lay there and close his eyes, letting the music you’re playing or the simple hum of the conversations close to you lull him to sleep.

Honestly, you never get tired of looking at Poe. His smile warms your heart and brings a smile to your face every time. You’ll sketch him from time to time, always focusing on emphasizing the soft hair you love rubbing your hands through.

You two complement each other so much. You challenge one another to the point that no one else has, but it’s always in a way that makes each of you a better version of yourself. He knows you’re curious to learn, and he’s always looking forward to talking to you about anything new he found on a mission. Overall, you and Poe make a great team, lifting each other up and always being there for each other when you need it. Not to mention, he’s a great hugger and an even greater kisser ;)

[anakin-danvers]

Thank you for everyone who has sent in asks for my celebration thus far! I’ll be working on them, I am very excited! 😌💗🎉

[anakin-danvers]

i just found your blog and i wanted to wish you a happy 100!!

Hello love!! This is very sweet of you, thank you so much!! 🥺🥰💗

[anakin-danvers]

Congrats on 100 queen!!! 🥰🥰🥰 you deserve so much!!! 🎉

Julia! 🥺🥺🥺 thank you so much your support means so much to me!!! 💗💗💗💗💗