#i know this is a classic jedi move but

[stormkobra-5]

[chaethewriter]

Lightsaber

Jack Champion x reader

In which you and Jack have a duel with lightsabers.

word count: 1,6k

warning: legit just fluff and fluff, wrote this in my bed on a random sunday night in an hour, not proofread.

tagged: @viivvriv @genesis4545 @norrisgf @darkcrusadestrawberry @drxwstxrkxy @wafflehousewrold

Disneyland.

The two of you were heavily influenced by the general shops at its entrance. You couldn't help it. You couldn't help it as Jack stared down at you with those puppy eyes.

"Matching lightsabers!" He had exclaimed, basically clinging onto you like an insect as he had begged you to play lightsabers with him. Hell, he even wanted to pay the overexpensive item for you. You didn't want him to, though. You weren't with him for the money. Even though the item would hit your bank account hard, you gave in. He looked too happy at the thought of matching items with his beloved. You had taken your card from your phone case as Jack carried two lightsabers under his arm.

"You know I'm paying, right?" His build was huge, bigger than your much smaller frame. He basically loomed over you as he stood in your way, making you unable to walk past him. When the two of you reached the counter, he put the items down for the worker to scan. Keeping you behind him with his build, he dug his hand in his pocket for his wallet. "Jack stop!" Your whines fell on deaf ears as he ran his card through.

Now you were at his home, sprawled out on the living room floor as you unpacked your lightsabers. "You didn't have to, you know?" Your eyes looked up at him, looking for any form of eye contact you could get. He stopped his focus on cutting the cardboard open as he locked gazes with you, "but I wanted to. Let me treat you, alright?" His words made you blush. You couldn't help but blush, your ears hot to the touch. Jack pulled the plastic safety pins lose, the plastic flying through the air as he held his lightsaber in his hands.

His eyes sparkled as he admired the item from above him. Meanwhile you were still struggling. Jack took notice to this, as he put his lightsaber down on your lap and pulled the other, which was still in the box, out of your grip. You wanted to question him as to why he did that, but he took the knife in his right hand and cut the lightsaber loose. "They're the same, that one is yours now, babe." He gave you a cheeky smile while his focus was still on his lap. Little gestures like these were your favorite— nothing too big, but daily occurrences that showed that he cared.

You got up from your seat with your grip on the lightsaber. "Let's customize it with the stickers I bought!" You had impulsively bought the stickers, not knowing what to do with them. Until now. The two of you could sticker your handles and make it fully matching. You had run to the other side of the living room to take the stickers out of your bag. They were stickers you bought at disneyland: mickey and minnie mouse. A classic. When you ran back, Jack had already freed the lightsaber from the packaging. "Look!" You pressed the stickers in his face as you plopped down in front of him. He held your wrist as he pulled it down to see your bright smile. You were adorable, honestly.

Jack had mickey stickers on his handle while you had minnie stickers. Both handles covered in tiny hearts of different shades that you had chosen for one another. "An garde?!" Jack jumped over the furniture as he hit your lightsaber with his, standing with his socks on the livingroom couch. You moved to the side in a defensive attempt, using your lightsaber to push him away. This made Jack lose his balance for a second, tumbling over the backrest of the couch. You stopped your movements as you slightly peered over the couch. Was he okay? But Jack jumped up from his fall, making you take a step back. The fighting continued as giggles left your lips when Jack ran to take a blanket and wrap it around his shoulders. "If only I was born way earlier, I would nail my role as Jedi!"

"Okay, Anakin Skywalker." You rolled your eyes in a playful manner, stepping towards him as your hits got more offensive. Thus resulting in Jack taking a step back after every hit he stopped. You had driven him in a corner. Victory was yours. Jack looked around as he had no way out. He couldn't lose! He was the true jedi! So he took matters in his own hands— gripping your wrists with both his hands as he pulled you closer to him, your body basically pressed onto his as he peered down at you. You blushed profusely at the action. You were always a sucker for enemies to lovers. "Is this what your enemies to lovers fantasies look like?" He had smirked at you as he said that, his brown eyes staring right at you that had you melting in your stand. You froze in your place as his gaze hypnotized you.

This was his chance. In one swift motion, he had you pressed on the couch with the hand holding your lightsaber unable to move. His was pressed against your chin as he grinned, "I won!" He brought his face close to yours, pressing a loving kiss to your lips as he got out of character. You just whined. Of course, Jack wad an actor. He was too good in this type of stuff.

The door to the living and dining room opened, as his mother walked in, "kids! Dinners ready." She looked around. The place was a mess. The carpet shifted to the wall, the chairs were either fallen over or moved aside with the pillows and blankets scattered all over the floor. Then her eyes landed on the two of you. And the lightsabers.

Teenagers.

His mother shook his head with a chuckle when Jack quickly got off of you, standing in the middle of the living room awkwardly, "we will clean this up I promise."

"You better! Get the table ready as well, alright? Dinner will be served soon." She gave you a knowing look, to which you blushed from, as she walked back to the kitchen— closing the door behind her. "That was so embarrassing!" You got up from the couch and dropped your lightsaber on the now empty space to fold your arms together. "Are you mad that you lost?" He wiggled his eyebrows as he peered down at you, "my little baby is mad!"

"You're so annoying! You're mean!" You looked away as your eyebrows scrunched up into a frown. Jack chuckled at your behavior. You were a little kid sometimes. He grabbed your chin as he forced you to look up at him, thus catching you off guard. This gave him the chance to grab your wrist and pull you against him again. The action made you heat up.

"What was that about being mean?"

"Jackson Champion!"

[henry-fox-biggest-stan]

If you are a movie fan and haven't read the book yet, here are some irrelevant details from the book

Henry owns a cardigan

Arthur and Catherine meet on a Henry V play (which they named Henry after), which Catherine went to see and saw Arthur playing. She "shook off her security to disappear into London and dance all night".

Pez listens to kpop, and he got Alex into it

Nora watches drag race and got Henry into it

Henry is an Elton John fan (actually relevant in the book)

Alex is a Hall & Oates fan

Alex wears glasses (actually relevant in the book)

Henry is described by Alex as having lots of moles

Bea is the rockstar girlfriend, at the end of the book she plays on a concert and everything. She plays the guitar and is always wearing a leather jacket. She also has a fat cat called Mr Wobbles. And the queen wanted her to learn violin “since it was more proper” instead of guitar. “Bea was allowed to learn both, but she went to uni for classical violin.”

During the turkey phonecall, Henry is wearing a peely face mask

Amy is trans and has a pansexual wife

(Actually relevant) Catherine was not off in another country the whole story, just battling intense grief for her husband's death, so she wasn't present in her children's life, so they felt as if they lost both parents.

There's no king, she's actually a queen, her name is Mary and she should die (she's so so much worse on the book than the king is on the movie)

David is a service dog

(Actually relevant in the book) June bought a teen magazine at 15 and 13 year old Alex would sneak into her room to stare at the magazine (and the picture of a blonde 14 year old British prince on it).

Bea is the middle kid, Henry is the youngest

Henry is canonically on therapy and on antidepressants (since the start of the book)

I don't remember if they mentioned it on the movie but Arthur was James Bond and died of pancreatic cancer.

Alex’s favorite Olympic sport is rhythmic gymnastics

Bea had an addiction problem when Henry was about 17 (as a way to cope after their father's death) and only got herself into rehab after Henry went to her and started crying about dad was dead and he was gay and scared so she couldn't kill herself. That's how he came out to her

Alex doesn't wanna be president at the end of the book, he starts law school

Henry favourite star wars is Jedi, Alex's is Empire

June is allergic to peanuts

Alex runs and runs to cope and clear his head

He did not know he was bi until after Henry kissed him. Yes, he had a friend with benefits relationship with his high school friend Liam, but he genuinely thought it was perfectly platonic and straight

Also he doesn't keep on touch with Liam after high school (their friendship just slowly fades away, with living so far and Alex being suddenly famous) but they reconnect at the end

Alex and Henry move in together on a brownstone on Brooklyn, eventually they marry (after Henry abdicates) on the lake house, they move to a farmhouse on Austin, they spend their honeymoon unpacking

Pez is lactose intolerant

Bluebonnet is June’s code name, Barracuda is Alex’s

Henry is a big Austen fan, and makes references to her books through the story

Amy knits

Zahra has a sister who recently had a baby

June forced Alex into dresses as a kid

Henry’s favorite food is a cheap falafel stand ten minutes from the palace

Henry really likes sailing

Shaan has a motorbike

Alex is allergic to dust

Henry keeps a copy of Le Monde, the newspaper from the day they were in Paris, on his room

Alex and Nora dated when Alex was 17 and Nora 18 but realized they were definitely better off as friends. When they are bored, they like to create rumors about their relationship

Alex makes tons of lists to organize

Alex wears chinos, and claims kakhis are for white people

Nora is very good at math

Alex grew up catholic

At the end of their e-mails, Alex and Henry quoted historical lgbt love letters

Nora’s one-bedroom is “full of books and plants she tends to with complex spreadsheets of watering schedules.”

Nora is bisexual and on the aro spectrum (not canon on the book than she’s aro, but Casey did mention it somewhere)

Arthur gifted Henry a telescope for his seventh birthday

The karaoke scene happens not while on Texas but in some club full of queer people. The whole group is there, Pez got them matching kimonos. Alex’s says Hoe Dameron, Henry’s says Prince Buttercup. Aside from Henry singing Don’t Stop Me Now, Bea sings Call Me by Blondie, and Pez sings So Emotional by Whitney Houston in a “shockingly flawless falsetto”.

The lakehouse confessions happens while at night

The Kensington fight (after the lakehouse confession) is much more dramatic, they don’t go to the v&a that night, but the next night. That morning Henry got up early, and brought Alex coffee when he woke up. They made up.

Also Alex takes his coffee with cinnamon

Alex, Nora and Henry are gen z, while June is a millennial

[fanfic-obsessed]

Derailed

This is another funny one.  I certainly giggled while writing it. 

When Palpatine goes to imply that Padme is cheating on Anakin, Anakin does not freak out. Instead he brightens and says something to the effect of ‘Oh! it must have been time to drug Obi Wan again’ and/or several other things that leave Palpatine with the impression that Anakin and Padme are having regular threesomes with Obi Wan…or are regularly drugging and having their way with Obi Wan.

Note 1:This is not what is happening. There really isn’t even any drugging going on. It turns out that the twins, still gestating, radiate such a strong aura of light and love that it allows war weary, exhausted Jedi to sleep and sleep well.  So Padme always has a few Jedi napping, and hidden if they are in public, wherever she is. Including her apartment.  There was some discussion of having her move into the temple, with Padme present as the Jedi are very into consent, but it was decided that it would endanger her and/or cause a scandal and likely expose her and Anakin’s marriage to the general public. 

Note :2 Anakin was legally considered underage in both cultures at the time of their wedding-Jedi considered adulthood as far as signing legal contracts is concerned at knighthood. Naboo is a bit different, there are some things in which Naboo is very formalized, including their record keeping. They also do not really have a mechanism for errors in those records. So when little Anakin Skywalker’s identification records were created he was asked his birthdate-the question itself was in formal legalese, thus not very clear. Not knowing his actual birthdate, and not quite understanding the question, he gave the date of the Boonta Eve Classic, where he won his freedom.  There was so much confusion that it was never checked before it was entered into the Naboo system, which then fed into the galactic system. Legally, as far as the galactic computer systems are concerned Padme married a 10 year old.  

Note 3: Padme has teamed up with various clone commanders to have their Jedi dragged to where they can get some sleep if it seems like they try running off Force for too long. The first of which was Cody, who is the founding member of the 'I love my my Jedi but What the Fuck' support group.

Anakin then asks a dumbfounded Palpatine if it was a specific date, to which Palpatine(who had been making the entire rumor out of whole cloth) just nodded. Anakin nodded to himself and said that he was surprised that they noticed Obi Wan but not all the other members of the Jedi Council. Or all the other Jedi that pass through Padme’s apartment. 

Anakin has now accidentally convinced Palpatine that there is some Jedi Orgy happening in the senatorial apartments (maybe? Possibly Including other members of the delegation of 2000????). Everything Anakin says after that point sounds like it supports this idea (In defense of Palpatine, it all sounded suspicious) but does have innocent explanations. Including at one point saying something to the effect of “The Twins (because the healers did come over and let them know they were having twins) belonged to all of the Jedi’” and, just before leaving (still cheerfully oblivious),  says that his nightmares have gone away since finding out that that Master Windu is a cuddler.

And Palpatine. Just. Bluescreens. Like full on we passed the woman with Math gif and onto the Blue Screen of Death at the idea that Mace Windu was a cuddler. 

He can’t even remember what he was trying to do at the start of the conversation. For several hours Palpatine can’t even remember what he was trying to do with the Sith Plan. 

He just has to sit with the knowledge that Master Mace Windu, head of the Jedi Council, is a cuddler.  Palpatine does not know what to do with this knowledge.  Palpatine is not sure he wants to know what to do with this knowledge. 

As a fix it, I would say that this possible Jedi/Senatorial Orgy continues to make Palpatine crazier and crazier, dragging him into paranoia until he is gently retired from office (because everyone believes that the war cracked him, wasn’t it so sad) and sent off to a quiet lake house on Naboo. I picture him as Mr.Crocker from Fairly Odd Parents, where he twitches into all kinds of weird configurations and screams JEDI CUDDLES at the top of his lungs and tries to ‘prove’ that these orgies between Jedi and senators exist, but fails because they do not.

[valkyrieromanoff]

Good Boy: Sub! Anakin X f!reader

synopsis: Anakin finds you on a dark street at the Coruscant underworld and things move at a dangerous pace.

warning: 18+, submissive Anakin, bisexual reader, sexual innuendo, praise kink, pet kink, use of good boy, inappropriate power balance, implied cheating (not anakin x reader), dirty talk.

words: 3k

a/n: well, Anakin could probably be out of character or something, however i had a lot of fun writing. But after my sister spent the whole trip talking about him, I had to write and it ended up being filthier than I expected. Anyway, I hope you like it :)

You were sitting on a bench in a quiet street in the Coruscant underworld, in the back of bars and pleasure houses,  reading something in your datapad under bright neon lights. After a while, a shadow hovers over you, making it difficult to concentrate, with the presence at your side.

"May I sit here, sweetheart?" The voice was hoarse, although it had a peculiar charm. You noticed the foreign accent leaking through his words. He wasn't a coruscant citizen, that's for sure.

You looked up at a strangely attractive blonde man, dressed in well-tailored black clothes, it looked like some kind of armor with a cloak, reminding you of what the jedi used to wear.  And put your datapad down just a little, shaking your head without really thinking.

"Feel free" Your voice is low and smooth, with an aura of confidence and smugness in a perfect cadence.

"You're quite beautiful, sweetheart"

His voice is soothing, almost hypnotic, the kind of tone that could make every man or woman melt in his arms. He sits down next to you and looks into your eyes, his own deep and captivating. It's impossible to look away from his mesmerizing gaze.

"My name is Anakin Skywalker, what's yours?"

“Y/n” You replied calmly, looking away from him and returning your attention to your datapad.

"A beautiful name, for a beautiful girl. What are you reading?" He leans in close, almost whispering as he looks down at the datapad sitting on your lap.

You don't respond, you just tilt your datapad towards him, Anakin noticed that was a holobook.

His eyes light up as he reads the title. He looks back at you, curious, almost mesmerized by your beauty. There's something about the way you carry yourself, the way you look away whenever he meets your eyes. He can't help but wonder what's behind your stoic expression.

"So, you like classics, huh?"

"Some" Your response is short, filled with a certain disinterest and annoyance at being interrupted so many times. "You know what they say, classics are classics for a reason."

Anakin laughs softly as he looks at you. He can't help but be charmed by your attitude, the way your eyes sparkle with intelligence and your hair looks so adorable.

"But if classics are classics, why do you never look at me?" He leans closer until he's inches away from your face. His breath tickles your skin, teasing you.

You let out a giggle, your blood red lips curled into a mischievous smile.

"You didn't catch my eye" You retorted softly, looking away to stare at the neon light blinking in the dark night.

Anakin chuckles, pleased that he's managed to get under your skin. He grins, enjoying your lack of reaction at his advances. You are a mystery to him, a puzzle he's intrigued by. Your confidence, your intelligence, your poise, he finds you very alluring. He leans even closer, his breath hot on your skin.

"Perhaps you should catch mine." His voice is like a caress on your skin.

"I'll pass." You shrugged, looking at the starry sky. Your posture was stoic, yet there was something about you that made you seem relaxed and comfortable with yourself and the situation.

Anakin's eyes can't help but wander up and down your form as you look up to the night sky. The way you carry yourself with such confidence and grace is a turn on for him. He can't help but be drawn to your beauty.

"You know," he murmurs low, his breath warm against the nape of your neck. "you're very enticing."

"I hear that a lot" You retorted, smirking in his direction as you met his gaze.

Anakin can't help but laugh at your response. He's never met anyone like you, so unapologetically confident and sure of yourself.

"Do you now?" he chuckles, leaning in closer. "You like hearing that, don't you?"

"Maybe, I have a narcissistic side that likes to have its ego graced." You murmured, your blood red lips curling into a confident smile, as if you knew how attractive you were, and didn't need to try, you were already sensual by nature.

Anakin can't help but grin as he glances at your lips, imagining what they would feel like on his own. “I have a question”

Your boldness and confidence have a hypnotic effect on him, compelling him to reach out and trace your jawline with one finger. He wants to touch you, to caress you. He wants to taste you.

"Feel free" A soft, sensual cadence drips through your every word. You raise your eyebrow waiting for him to ask.

Anakin looks at you for a moment, admiring your beauty, the way your eyelashes gently brush against your cheeks. His voice is a gentle caress on your skin.

"Do you enjoy being attractive? Do you use your beauty to lure men in and make them crave you?"

"I like men on their knees" You whispered confidently, your tongue passing between your teeth sensually. "I like it when they beg"

Anakin chuckles softly. You're a bold one, he can see that. His eyes fall to your red lips, your tongue passing between the lushness of them. Your smile is so teasing and full of confidence.

"I bet you do," he murmurs, leaning in closer until he's just inches away. "And do you have a man on his knees today?"

"Uhm, I'm feeling fruity today. So, I was hoping for a woman, if I get lucky" You retorted casually, tucking a curl behind your ear.

Anakin laughs softly. You're so unabashed in your sexuality. It's a side of you that's intriguing to him, your playful confidence and desire to challenge him. 

"Do you have a type of woman?" He asks casually, leaning in closer, wanting to make you stutter.

"Uhm, not exactly." You mutter thoughtfully, your lips curling into a teasing smirk."But, housewives are the best, they know how to make you sweat in the garage while their husband is upstairs."

Anakin can't help but chuckle at your answer. You have such a naughty side to you, and you're not embarrassed by it at all. You have a way of flirting that's intriguing and enticing, making him want you more and more with every word.

"Really? So you like the ones that are secretly hungry for something more?" He leans in so close that he can feel your breath brushing against his skin.

"Well, when I can offer what they're looking for." You retorted nonchalantly, with a lustful smile. "And I cannot deny a woman's desire to have a good orgasm, to experience the pleasure that her husband cannot provide her"

In the few moments that he's been with you, he's been surprised by how straightforward you are, how sure you are of yourself and your desires. Your confidence is a turn on, your seductive smile a lure that makes his heart beat faster.

"And how would you provide such good sex?" He asks as his hand traces your cheek. His touch is soft and gentle, yet so sensual, almost hypnotic.

"It depends on what they want. Some have interesting fantasies." You shrug, your eyes exude self-confidence and self-esteem. "But maybe making them squirm in the bed they share with their husbands is my guilty pleasure."

"Hmm, I can tell you're the kind of woman that gets off on dominance." He leans in closer, his voice low and sensuous. His touch is a hint of softness on your cheek, gentle yet sensual.

"Have you ever been with couples? Have you ever been the third that made a wife beg for more?"

"As they say, the more the merrier" You smiled mischievously, looking at him from beneath your long eyelashes.

Anakin laughs softly as you answer. You are so unapologetically sensual and confident, it's almost intoxicating to him. He can't help but feel you in by your charms, your teasing smile and sensuous glances.

"I guess you could say that..." He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck. "So, how many couples have you been a part of?"

"I don't fuck and tell" You retorted maliciously.

Anakin chuckles softly. He loves those sassy and cheeky answers you give him.

"Very well, keep your secrets, sweetheart." He leans in closer again, his breaths tickling your neck. His hand traces a circle on your thigh. "But I have a question for you."

"Of course you do." You giggled sensually. "You're such a curious little thing, aren't you?"

Anakin smiles slyly, the sound of your laughter hitting his ears like a sweet melody. The touch of your warm breath on his neck is making his heart beat faster.

"Yes I'm curious," he murmurs, his voice low and sensual. His hand moves up to your thigh, his touch becoming more insistent. "But most of all, I'm curious about one thing..."

"What would it be?" You raise your eyebrow curiously. Your hand running up his leg, and shamelessly squeezing his thigh.

Anakin sighs softly at your teasing, your hand grazing his thigh and squeezing softly. The feeling of your touch sends shivers down his body.

"It's something I've been meaning to ask you..." His voice cracks a bit as he speaks, the touch of your hand so intoxicatingly erotic.

"Uhm?" You urge him to continue.

He bites his lips for a moment, debating with himself before he whispers a single, simple word.

"Kiss me."

You laugh, pulling away just enough to meet his eyes.

"Not that easy, luv, you need to earn it" You whisper mischievously in his ear, your warm breath sending shivers down his spine.

Anakin chuckles softly at your teasing. You're so difficult, he can't help but admire your tenacity. Your flirtatiousness is so intoxicating to him, it makes his heart beat faster.

"Oh I'll earn it," he purrs in response, taking your hand and placing it on your thigh. "But how do you suggest I do that? Should I beg, or would you like me on my knees?"

"Perhaps both" You smile sensually. "You can have an extra for that" Your voice is full of mischievousness and shameless flirtation.

Your response makes him laugh softly. You're so bold and flirty, it almost hurts. He can't help but admire how you confidently wield your femininity, the way you tease and tempt him with your words is making him want you more and more.

"Are you always this cheeky?" He asks, his finger tracing your lips.

"Most of my life" You retorted, moving closer to him, your nose touching his neck.

Anakin can't help but shiver at the feeling of your warm breath on his neck, the way it's sending shudders through him is alluring.

"I'm begging for you..." Anakin whispers softly, looking into your eyes with total submission, his body trembling under your grip.

"Please, please kiss me..." He begs softly, his voice is filled with desperation and need.

"That's better, good boy" You smile mischievously, the compliment causes a mix of lust and humiliation for him. The way you play with him is almost cruel, leaving him vulnerable and begging.

You crash your lips against his, your hand still holds the sides of his cloak to keep Anakin in place.

The way you kiss him is so demanding, so aggressive yet sexy and sensual at the same time. The feeling of your body pinned against his puts him at your mercy, he isn't in control at all, he's your victim, your toy, and he loves every second of it.

His mouth meets yours in an intense kiss, your dominance sending shivers through him. Your bodies are so close to each other that your heat is radiating against him, which makes him blush with a mix of shame and excitement.

"Open your mouth" You demand,  your tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

Anakin can't help but moan softly at your forceful yet sensual orders. Your tongue tracing the seam of his lips sends shivers down his spine. So intense and erotic, the feeling of your tongue invading his mouth is intoxicating.

He opens his mouth and his tongue meets yours in an explosive kiss. Your bodies are so close and pressed against each other, he can't help but moan again in sheer pleasure. Anakin can do nothing but submit to you, your dominance is insatiable.

For a moment you are locked in a deep, sensual, passionate kiss, your tongue exploring each other's mouths with a delicious hunger. It feels so naughty but so good, the heat of your bodies pressed against each other is almost too much.

Anakin can't help but moan again, and again, and again, letting your dominance take over, letting you lead. He's helplessly intoxicated with desire, the powerlessness he feels is somehow so erotic. Your intense, sensual kisses will haunt him for the rest of the night.

You break the kiss, and Anakin can't help but groan at the loss of your lips. You laughed mockingly at his reaction, pulling his shirt to stop him from trying to do anything without you demanding.

Anakin moans softly as you pull away, your cruel tease causing an almost unbearable feeling of deprivation in him.

You know how to play with his desires, the way you laugh at his groan of frustration drives him mad with desire. Your hand gripping his cloak is too tempting, the feeling of your touch makes him squirm in anticipation. Your dominance is irresistible, taking control of his body and mind, making him putty in your hands.

"Perhaps we should move this to a more private place" You suggest, wiping off the smudges on your red lipstick from the shared kisses with your finger.

Your voice sounds like velvet, wrapping around him and making him purr in agreement. The way you hold him by the sides of his cloak makes Anakin almost feel like your puppy, and he realizes with surprise and shame that he doesn't care. In fact, there is something attractive about being your pet who will fulfill your every desire.

Anakin grins softly when you suggest moving to a more private place, the sound of your soothing voice wrapping around him like a caress. The feeling of being your pet is so intoxicatingly erotic, the way you hold him by his clothes is so dominating and yet so irresistible.

He lets out a soft growl and nods his head, his body quivering in anticipation for what's to come. The feeling of submission from being your toy is so delicious, he can't help but want to let you treat him like an obedient pet.

"Good boy" You praise him.

Anakin can't help but shiver at your playful pat on his head, a jolt of excitement flooding through him as his body reacts to your touch. He lets out a soft moan when you pull his clothes like a leash, your touch is so tantalizing and teasing. You're treating his body as if it's not his, as if it's just your toy to play with.The feeling of submission fills him with a mix of excitement and shame, his pants tighten in anticipation of what you will do to him when you are between four walls...

[ddejavvu]

a major obi-wan thought on my bedtime rotation is the idea of sparring with him like that scene from miss congeniality WOAHHH another would be the interrogation with reader being a potential spy idk maybe i just find interrogations sexy.. and u cant go wrong with the classic mean obi wan taming a brat reader whose perhaps his padawan or an unruly senator under his protection ELITEEE

if you want sparring with obi-wan, you can check out my fic betrayal, that was meant to be a quick and dirty 200 words and ended up being a 17K porn novel <3 i totally agree with you on the interrogation front, i swear with the way he holds eye contact with jango in aotc i'm surprised the guy's pants didn't drop of their own accord. all that to say i've chosen the senator plotline <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

You're not entirely sure how the Force works, but you're willing to bet that it opened its big fat mouth and told your overzealous security guard that you were trying to escape. You made sure to be deadly silent, and you'd blocked the cameras set up to monitor your bedroom, so you know he hadn't seen or heard you. Nevertheless, he stands in your bedroom doorway looking very unimpressed by the one leg you've managed to weasel through your window.

"Tell me, Senator," He calls, voice purposefully casual, like you're not bisected by a pane of glass, "Are you trying to kill yourself so that no one else gets the chance?"

"I'm not going to die." You insist, moving further still out of the window, "I'm going to take a walk."

"How many stories up are we? Two hundred?" Master Kenobi asks, this time stepping forwards into your room. He approaches your window but doesn't grab you, merely staring down at the very long distance between you and the ground.

"One-hundred-and-eight." You grunt, your strength waning the more you hang from the ledge of your window. He notices the strain in your voice, but prolongs your suffering with a thoughtful nod.

"Yes, right. I think that's a wonderful coincidence, then, seeing as how that's the number of bones you're going to break if you fall."

"I'm not going to- fall-!" You gasp at the feeling of your foot slipping against the balcony below you, but you're actually thankful for the Force now that it fuels Obi-Wan's quick reflexes. He dives to catch you, and hauls you up by only one of his hands gripping your bicep. It hurts, but you suppose he was right; it would have hurt a lot more to fall.

You're set on your feet with the expression of a tooka caught shredding its owners bedspread, but Obi-Wan meets your surly pout with an unimpressed look of his own. You're safely on the floor of your apartment, but his hand remains curled around your upper arm.

"I didn't think I needed to specify to you that staying 'out of reach' of your assassins did not mean dangling above them like a strung-up target."

"I was going to take a walk in the city," You repeat, teeth gritted, "I was going to keep my hood up, and I was going to blend in with the crowd."

"An excellent plan, truly," Obi-Wan indulges you, "I'm sure the seasoned bounty hunters that are poised to shoot you on sight would have been fooled by a cloth draped over your hair."

"I'm going crazy in here! I have to get out, I have to do something!" You gush, attempting to tear your arm out of Obi-Wan's grip. He doesn't let go, though, and he muscles it back to your side with a fleeting glint of fury in his eyes that you hadn't thought a Jedi was capable of. He walks forwards, and by extension, you walk backwards until your knees hit the frame of your bed and you're pushed down onto the mattress.

"Senator," He starts, keeping his voice tightly wound as he now looms over you, "I have a duty to protect you, but you have a duty to your own life as well. And I will not see you risk it by hanging yourself off of a skyscraper for something as menial as a stroll in the city! If you'd like to walk, you may walk into the closet and get yourself changed into your nightclothes, because the only thing you'll be doing this late at night is sleeping."

"You're not my daddy," You sneer at the man, his audacity setting something in your chest aflame, "You can't tell me what to do. I'm not going to sleep."

"I find your impression of a petulant toddler truly amusing, Senator," Obi-Wan deflects your persistent attempts at boiling him over, "But as you have a hearing to attend tomorrow, I suggest you take my advice and turn in for the night."

You bite the inside of your cheek so hard you're surprised it doesn't split beneath your teeth. He's right. You have a hearing tomorrow, and you're really only protesting sleep because he's asking you to do it. Perhaps.. perhaps that is below your station.

"Go," Obi-Wan's eyes flicker towards your dark closet, "But I would like you to leave the door open, please."

"What?" You rear your head back indignantly, any succession you'd decided on now gone as you process his request, "I'm not letting you watch me change, you freak!"

"I assure you I will not be watching," Obi-Wan lets go of your bicep, leaving a stinging ring around your skin in his wake, "But should there be any climb-able windows or secret exits in your closet that I'm not yet aware of, I don't want to be slowed down by a lock in my attempts to rescue you from your own foolishness."

"You're crazy. I'm telling the Jedi Council about this." You vow, storming off to your closet and tucking yourself into the walk-in portion so that your bodyguard can't see you as you strip down.

"You're more than welcome to, Senator. I suggest, though, that you be truthful with them about your attempts to fall from the two-hundredth-story of this building, otherwise you're going to make me look rather perverted."

"It's the 108th floor!" You snap, any patience you'd possessed throughout your encounter with Kenobi flooding out of you. It heats your skin, blazes it warm, which is perhaps why you've forgotten you're no longer clothed when you whirl around to correct the man to his face.

You're standing in the doorway of your closet now, very angry and very naked. Master Kenobi's eyes stay politely locked on your own, but one of his eyebrows raises, and a corner of his lips twitch in a barely-concealed smirk.

"Senator, if I were you," He drawls, his gaze heavy upon you despite being fixed on only your eyes, "I wouldn't tell the Council that you're giving me a strip show."

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don't you know

Pairings: Echo x afab!Jedi Reader

Words: 11,920 (it was meant to be shorter but as always, my hands slipped)

Warnings: Mutual Pining. Echo being extremly nervous and flustered around you. The classic "we need to kiss to avoid being seen" trope. Heated Make-Out Session(s). Love confessions. Some low self-esteem thoughts from Echo's perspective. Reader worshiping Echo. Biting. Slight Dirty Talk. Fingering. Penetrative, Unprotected Sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong my dudes). Creampie. Echo is less nervous by the end.

Prompt: "It reminded me of you."

Summary: Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular.

A/N: @imarvelatthestars, sweetheart...surprise!!! Here you go, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it. This is also my first time writing for Echo so I pray I did him justice. Comments and reblogs are always welcomed and appreciated. P.S. this is my second submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange and I do apologize for posting it late. I was very reluctant since he is a character I never thought I'd write for. Only one more to go though :D

As much as he hated to admit it, Echo was glad he was the one who came on the mission with you. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust his brothers with your life, far from it. It was merely anxiety-inducing to think of you and one of the Batch members in the current predicament. Then again, if it weren’t for the pitstop he took, a rather unnecessary one now that he thought about it, neither of you would have been running for your lives from the guards stationed near the market. He meant well, he really did, but looking back now, Echo knew that he was the reason your life is now in danger. 

And he didn’t like that one bit. 

He glances behind him briefly before looking ahead, seething with anger when he notices you slowing down to his pace. 

“Not to make light of our current problem, but I really do want to taste those weird looking fruits we saw back there when-”

“Not now!” Echo snaps harshly at you, ignoring the adorable pout you give him as he speeds ahead and turns into a much narrower alley. He knows he’s unjustly taking out his anger on you rather than owning up to his mistake, but he can’t even look at you for longer than a few seconds without his mind thinking of more intimate circumstances where you’re breathing heavily and groaning his name. He shakes his head to rid his mind of the consistent and rather irritating inappropriate thoughts of you, forcing his focus on the winding streets in front of him as he tries his best to lead you away from danger. 

When you reach the end of the alley, you find yourselves looking out into an awfully busy street, with many of the locals congregating around the entrance of a brightly-lit building. Echo scans the area, trying to figure out what the best plan is before the guards grow closer. He knows you won’t be able to get into any of the nearby places with how the two of you look, and he also knows you can’t go back where you came from. He turns to you and sees you looking behind you in preparation for the guards following you, and before he can think twice of what he’s doing, he grabs your hand and runs towards the busy establishment, murmuring apologies to anyone he bumps into as he makes it to the end of the line and hides behind a larger group.

He slams you more aggressively than he intends against the wall, completely shielding your body with his own so you wouldn’t get hurt should you be spotted. Echo looks down once and finds you staring into his eyes with quivering lips, and for a split second, he thinks you peer at his chapped lips before returning your gaze to his eyes. 

No, it can’t be. 

He turns away instantly, afraid of what he might do if you continue to look at him with such dangerous inclinations in your eyes. His mind is running a million miles a minute, and he doesn’t realize how hard his grip is on your waist until you shift beneath him and bring your hood up. So busy trying to figure out how he can extract the two of you from this situation, he doesn’t register the sudden fall of rain until the patrons around you laugh and scream as they try to cover themselves from the harsh weather. 

He blinks rapidly to get rid of the water collecting around his eyelashes, lightly banging his scomp on the wall beside you when he sees the guards filtering from the alley and surrounding the area. 

“Hunter, we’re surrounded. Where are you?” Echo hisses through his commlink, turning away from the guards so he isn’t recognized. He thanks the maker that the group beside him didn’t bother moving away, the cover they were giving the two of you the only reason why you haven’t been shot at yet. 

“Trying to come to you without drawing too much attention.” You hear Hunter give orders to Tech before he goes silent again, and when you try to look past Echo to see the guards, he moves with you and shields you from the open space. 

“Echo,” you try to warn him, but he shakes his head and pushes you further into the wall. This close, you can almost feel the beat of his heart, but you find that you don’t really need to feel it to know how nervous he is. You aren’t sure if he’s nervous for your safety, or from being so close to you, but you find it endearing regardless. It surprised you a little to see him so protective of you, seeing as he rarely ever spoke more than a few words to you at a time, and constantly went out of his way to avoid being in your vicinity for longer than necessary. 

“Quiet.” Again, Echo snaps at you, not wanting to be distracted by the sweet sound of your voice as you call his name or the heat radiating off of you as you slowly bring your arms around his waist. 

“There’s no way out…is there?” The soft question fills the small space between the two of you, and Echo is no longer strong enough to ignore how perfect you fit in his arms. He shifts his gaze to your eyes, and furrows his brows at you, slowly grazing his scomp across your cheek until he feels you nuzzle into the cold, hard end of the link. His breath hitches all of a sudden, unbelieving of how easily you sought out the steel material for safety. He can’t help but study you closely, finding himself feeling jealous of the water droplets adorning your skin. Unlike him, they were touching you so intimately, rolling down your cheeks and neck until they disappeared beneath the edge of your shirt. Echo is shivering, but he knows it has nothing to do with how soaked he is from the cold rain, and everything to do with the familiarity you were offering him in such a pivotal moment. 

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you, mesh’la.” Echo knows better than to offer you such a promise. You are an exceptional Jedi, one that he’s seen accomplish much in the past few months. It was quite pathetic to think that he could ever be better than you or that you needed him to keep you safe, but something about the way you smile at him, and how you wrap your arms around his waist to bring him closer, makes him say those words. He hopes you can see how genuine he is, and just as he’s about to apologize for putting you in this situation, he hears the guards move closer to the two of you. 

Turning his attention to the several, heavily armed men walking towards the busy line, Echo looks around to try and find a solution, only for his eyes to land on a couple making out not too far from you in line. He narrows his eyes at them before looking down at you, finding your gaze as unwavering as ever, and staring at him as if your life depends on it. 

“Kriff, I have an idea but-” He begins to say but you cut him off immediately, and Echo isn’t sure if he’s thankful or irritated that you didn’t give him a chance to finish his thought. 

“I don’t care.”

“Do you trust me?” He doesn’t even know how he can put his plan into words before he carries it out, but as he grows closer to you, he understands that there’s no time to explain anything. So instead, he waits for your response and prays to the maker that you don’t leave him if his idea works and the two of you survive. He doesn’t want to lose you, ever, and the thought of how you could potentially react when he finally closes the space between the two of you makes his heart skip a beat. 

“With my li-” As soon as you give him your consent, Echo wets his lips and crashes his chest into your own, pushing the hood back down your neck until he has complete access to your hair. He lets go of your waist and grabs the hair at the nape of your neck, squeezing it tightly to tilt your head to the side so he can deepen the kiss and block you from the guards’ line of sight. 

He hears you gasp into the touch as soon as you feel his lips on your own, and even though he wants to open his eyes to see your reaction, he doesn’t think he’ll be able to withstand your facial expression if it conveys an ounce of disgust. Echo doesn’t have to think too much on it though, because he feels you relax in his embrace, nearly toppling over into him from how hard you clutch his side and try to pull him close into you. He groans into your mouth, and his muscles shudder with need when he feels you slip your tongue past his lips and seek him. 

Echo is well aware that he should break the kiss to see if the guards are still around, but he can’t get enough of you, and the sweet taste of your lips as you meet his devotion with similar passion. He shifts you in his arms until his thigh is planted perfectly against your heated core, and without thinking much of what he’s doing, he moves his cybernetic arm down your back, pushing you against him until you feel the pressure of his hard thigh in between your legs. You break the kiss and throw your head back, whimpering his name repeatedly until he silences you with a hard bite to your jugular. 

The world seems to fade away then, leaving the two of you completely lost in each other. You bite into your lip to quiet down, roaming your hand up and down Echo’s side while the other reaches for his neck to bring him closer to you. He obliges instantly, sucking and kissing along your neck until he can taste the natural scent of your skin on his tongue mixing with the droplets of rain glistening across your heated flesh. Although he wants to push you away so you don’t feel the dents and wires running from his skull down to his spine, he can’t find it in himself to stop, not when he finally had you so willing and submissive in his arms. Echo wants more, more of your sounds, more of your little hiccups, more of your voice as it whispered and moaned his name while he pleasured you. 

But the moment ends abruptly when the group Echo hid behind begins to laugh and holler in an attempt to get the two of you to escalate your touches. When one of them tells Echo to save it for the club you’re both presumably in line for, he detaches from you and stares you down, watching you closely to see if you were uncomfortable by what just happened. He gets lost momentarily when he sees your eyes glazed over and shut, lips bruised from how harsh the kiss was and hands shivering violently as you fisted your fingers in his clothes. He gulps nervously and lets go of you, but he doesn’t dare move too far away, wanting to still cover you with his body should things take a turn for the worse.

Against every ounce of his being, Echo looks away from you and glances to the side, widening his eyes in shock when he finds no guards in the vicinity. He scans the entire street, and when he’s sure you’re no longer in any danger, he gulps nervously and turns back to you. If it weren’t for the rain coming down hard on the two of you and momentarily distracting him from your expression, Echo would have sworn you were gazing at him with lust-filled eyes. 

“They’re gone.” He breaks the silence, and slowly lets go of you, not bothering to apologize for the way he touched you as he steps away and removes his thigh from between your legs. You lose your balance for a moment but right yourself quickly and reluctantly let go of him. 

“Oh.” He hates the way you’re avoiding his eyes now, and he hopes it isn’t because you were offended by him. He studies you closely, looking at every twitch in your features and every small muscle movement to try and figure out why you were shrinking in front of him and stepping back into the wall. 

Maker. 

He fucked up. 

“Let’s go before they circle back,” there’s nothing else he can say to break the awkward silence that has fallen over the two of you. Echo clenches his jaw tightly, fisting his hand several times before heading back to the narrow alleys. 

“O-okay.” He hears you whisper not a moment later but ignores the disappointed tone of your voice, wanting to get to safety as quickly as possible before things escalate once more. 

“Echo, come in.” Hunter comms soon after, and Echo waits until you’re right behind him before he responds to the rest of the group. 

“Here. We’re at the rendezvous point. Where are you?” He asks while looking around for any potential danger, refusing to look towards you for the sake of not being distracted again. 

“You’re not going to like this but, we can’t come to you. At least not now.”

“What do you mean not now?” He doesn’t mean to hiss at his brother, but he does anyway, ignoring the puzzled expression he knew you were most likely giving him. He’s never once spoken to Hunter in such a way, and he didn’t want to make a habit of it, but all Echo can think of is your safety, and the longer the two of you stayed out, the more likely it was for you to get hurt. 

“He means, the statistical likelihood that we will not be spotted by the royal guards is awfully low. If we were to come now, we would be putting the two of you in more danger.” Tech cuts in, making Wrecker mumble something or other about statistical likelihoods never being in their favor. 

“Karking hells,” Echo swears, shaking his head in irritation as understanding washes over him. Had it not been for the chat he held with that lady in the market, you would have already been on the Marauder heading out. 

“I suggest you find a place to lay low. Once we figure something out, we’ll let you know.” Hunter responds a while later, and Echo takes a few deep breaths to calm himself and clear his mind of any unnecessary thoughts. 

“Echo, can you hear me?” The clone leader speaks again, this time with a firmer tone, making Echo frown instantly and finally look at you. He finds you avoiding his gaze just as much, and he feels sick to his stomach for being the reason behind such a resigned look. 

“Yes, yes. Loud and clear.”

Echo shakes his head and moves behind you, silently telling you to move ahead of him so he can keep an eye out and have your back. He thinks of the best plan of action to take now, but there isn’t a single option that doesn’t have plenty of risks for the both of you. He continues walking, hand on the blaster hanging from his side in case the guards return again. 

So busy studying the street, Echo doesn’t notice you stop until he bumps into you, nearly tripping over your body and crashing onto the ground. You steady him immediately, clearing your throat when he lets out a whispered swear as soon as you touch his arm. 

“Why did you stop?”

“There’s an inn I saw a couple of buildings back.” You avoid making eye contact with him, and Echo misses the playful glint he always saw in your eyes whenever he looked into them. He wants to raise your chin so he can take a better look at you, but he knows the last thing he should be doing right now is touching you so intimately again. 

“The risk is too high.” All things considered, it’s a pretty good option, better than anything he thought of thus far, but he doesn’t want to think of staying somewhere where he isn’t keeping an eye on you, or worse, remaining in the same room as you for a whole night.

“Well, I’d rather be somewhere where we’re less noticeable. Don’t you?” You gaze into his eyes briefly, and Echo nearly loses his train of thoughts when he sees how dilated your pupils still remain. He stares at you for longer than deemed appropriate, clearing his throat awkwardly when he notices you shifting your weight from one foot to the other.

“Uhh, yeah…you’re right. L-lead the way.” He motions for you to go in front of him, and as your shoulder grazes his arm when you move past him, Echo notices your frown deepen. He doesn’t know what comes over him, but all of a sudden, you’re turning around and staring at him with what he can only explain as a hopeful look. He parts his lips to try and explain himself, but he quickly recognizes that you’ve only stopped because he had reached out to you and grabbed your wrist. Looking down at where he’s touching your bare skin, Echo shakes his head and snaps himself out of his thoughts, letting go immediately and shifting his gaze to your eyes once again. 

“I- sorry…I’ll follow you.” He hates that he can barely string up a proper sentence in your presence now, but he thanks the maker when you merely nod at him and make your way down the street. 

Neither of you says anything as you walk underneath the darker parts of town, completely avoiding the other’s gaze as well as those walking past you. Echo wants to break the awkward silence, but he knows he will either have nothing to say or may actually make the situation worse and say something idiotic. He stays close behind you though, and senses a strange feeling take over him every time he looks up and sees you move your line of sight away from him, as if he’s caught you staring at him. 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re trying your best to keep your emotions in check, but every time you slow down and glance at him briefly, your mind worries all over again and you think over what happened not too long ago. It’s only when you notice Echo’s eyebrows furrow and twitch as he catches up with your pace that you realize you were unintentionally transferring your anxiety to him. 

You halt in your steps as understanding washes over you, and Echo is at your side in the blink of an eye, hand on your back as he attempts to check on you. 

“Is something wrong? Do you sense anything?” Gone is the shy, embarrassed clone trooper that has been avoiding your eyes for the past thirty minutes, and you look up at him with tear-filled eyes, nearly asking him why he was so uncomfortable with you now when he had his tongue down your throat, enthusiastically, a while ago. But you see the worry etched on his features, and you stop yourself before you say anything, afraid that the question might make matters worse and push him away further. 

“Sorry no, it’s- it’s nothing. I’m just tired.” You can tell Echo knows you’re lying when he looks you over and doesn’t notice any signs of fatigue on you. He swallows the lump in his throat and removes his hand from your back, taking two steps back and looking out the street to see where the two of you are. 

“We’re here anyway, let’s get inside before anyone spots us.” You point across the street, and don’t bother waiting for him to acknowledge your comment before you’re crossing the street. You hear Echo sigh tiredly behind you, and although you want to tell him that everything is going to be fine, you know that he’ll see right through the fake comforting words and say something snarky in return. 

Best to leave it then…

“Hello,” putting on the best smile you can muster up, you call out to the theelin sitting behind a round desk at the center of the lobby. 

“Rates are behind me. No negotiation. Full payment upfront. Take it or leave it.” He doesn’t bother looking up at you, continuing to scroll through the holopad in his hand as he taps his foot on the desk and lightly moves back and forth on his chair.

“Good evening to you too.” Echo murmurs beneath his breath, but the man catches his remark and finally looks up at the two of you. You clench your fists tightly when you see him narrow his eyes at Echo, and you hope to the maker that he doesn’t say anything offensive to him because you are in no mood to play nice with anyone. 

“Don’t get snippy with me.” Echo must notice your hand moving to your lightsaber because he quickly slips his fingers around your wrist and tugs on it until it’s back on your side again. Taking a deep breath, you remember the purpose of your presence in the establishment and decide to hold out your patience for just a little longer. 

“I’m sorry for my boyfriend here, it’s been a long day and I made him walk around for most of it. We’ll take a room for the night please?” You quickly slip your hands around Echo’s arm, nuzzling into his shoulder in a dramatic show of affection, hoping that the man in front of you was stupid enough to see past the discomfort the clone trooper beside you clearly still held for you, and actually believe your poorly-told lie. 

“That’s 100 credits, sweetheart.”

“100 credits? This place isn’t even-” Echo steps forward and nearly goes on a rant, but the theelin throws the holopad aside and stands up.

“Want to make it 200, metalhead?”

If it were possible for you to see red so easily, you think you would have been blinded by it now and took the man’s head off before he can take in another breath. But something about the way Echo winces next to you brings you back to yourself, and you let go of him, not bothering for hiding yourself as you step towards the man and gesture with your hand at him. 

“You will give us the room for free.”

“I- I will give you the room for free.” He repeats not a moment later, and you can vaguely feel Echo’s shock through the Force, but you say nothing of it now, not wanting to draw any more attention to yourself. 

“You will allow us to keep the room until we no longer need it.”

“I will allow you to keep the room until you no longer need it.” He repeats once more, and you smile to yourself when he doesn’t blink once as he follows your orders and checks his data pad for the available rooms. 

“Give us the most secluded room you have here.” You order one last time, looking at Echo to gauge his reaction. You thought you would find him somewhat angry with you at using the Force for something so trivial, but instead, you find him smiling and shaking his head while scouting the room to ensure that you’re alone. 

“Seventh floor to the right. The code is 99731.”

“Thank you, and if it’s all the same, we don’t wish to be disturbed.” You fake another smile at him and move towards the elevator, but not before breaking the cameras hanging all around the lobby and the top of the elevator. 

“You will not be disturbed.” He whispers back as he sits down again and returns to his holopad, making Echo chuckle to himself before motioning for you to enter the elevator first. 

“Asshole…” You hiss at him and watch as Echo moves to the entrance to see if anyone is following you. 

“Come on, before anyone shows up.” You call to Echo, not wanting to remain out in the open for longer than necessary. The silence is back at full-force when he enters the elevator, but you sense that Echo isn’t as uncomfortable in your presence as before, and you sigh in relief at moving past whatever awkwardness that took over ever since he kissed you. The elevator signals your arrival, and your hand moves to your weapon immediately. Echo sees your reaction and holds his hand out, silently telling you to remove your hand from your lightsaber. You meet his eyes and blink at him shyly before resting your hand at your side, forcing yourself to look as relaxed as possible so no one around will suspect you of anything. 

Echo is first to get out, turning to the right and heading towards the only door on the floor. He waits until you’re beside him before pushing in the code, and as the steel door slides open, he steps to the side to allow you to enter first before he walks in behind you. As soon as the two of you are in the safety of the room, Echo locks the door and pushes his scomp through the keypad beside the holopad on the wall to ensure that it can only be opened from inside. 

“Hmm, it’s genuinely better than I thought it would be.” He hears you comment from behind him and turns around to study the room, his heart instantly dropping at the site of the bed at the edge of the space. His eyes shift to the large windows nearby and although he wants to marvel at the view from the room, his mind immediately returns to the small issue staring back at him. 

Of course there would only be one bed. 

“Yeah, except for-” Echo points at the bed, looking up at you and waiting until you follow his line of sight before he says anything else. 

“Except for what?” You ask as you take off your cloaks and fold them neatly before placing them on one of the chairs.

“That.”

“Ah, not keen on sharing a bed with me Echo?” You raise a curious eyebrow at him, unbuckling the belt around your waist, along with the lightsaber, and placing them on top of your robes. Echo watches you like a loth-wolf, eyeing your body for any signs of discomfort and finding it rather confusing that you were actually comfortable around him now. You were going to be alone with him for the next rotation, perhaps even more, and there was only one bed in the room, making this a much more intimate situation than he thought ever possible. 

“No, I mean yes…it’s n-not that I don’t want to, it’s just…I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” You cross your arms, and Echo’s eyes shift to your heaving chest for a brief second before they return above your neckline immediately. He clears his throat once and clenches his fist tightly, pushing the socket of his other arm behind his back in an attempt to show you how much he really didn’t want to answer your question. 

“Right.” You notice his shy demeanor almost instantly, not from the clear shift in his body language, but from the way his Force signature changes to a much deeper shade of green than it usually is as soon as you ask your question. You say nothing else as you dismiss the whole conversation and shake your hand at him, walking around the room until Echo can see that you’re clearly disregarding whatever just happened for his sake. He’s quiet for a long time, and it’s only when he comes out of the refresher that you realize he’s left you all alone for a while, hence the lack of any noise from where you thought he was standing. 

“Tech has our coordinates.” He breaks the silence and you see from your periphery that he was waiting for you to acknowledge that bit of information so he can go about whatever he was planning on doing for the near future. 

“Okay.” Echo doesn’t know what he expected you to say, but it certainly wasn’t something as short and straightforward as this response. He can’t take his eyes off of you, and he wonders why you weren’t trying to get out of your drenched clothes. 

Kriff, of course you weren’t going to strip down to nothing when you didn’t have a change of clothes. If there was another room, you would have been much more comfortable and warmer already. His mere presence was an inconvenience to you and Echo mentally slapped himself for, yet again, being such a nuisance. 

If he were being honest with himself, however, he didn’t mind your state of attire at the moment. In fact, he enjoyed it immensely, especially since he could see your muscles through the thin material of your Jedi robes. His train of thoughts snaps him out of his haze and he chides himself for being such a creeper when you were most likely cursing the day you signed up to go on this mission with him. 

He thinks you’re going to meditate, but when you stand at the windows and look across the city, Echo decides then and there that he’ll use this moment to apologize for the events of the day, and maybe explain to you why he was the reason behind your current predicament. 

“Listen, I uhh…I wanted to apologize about earlier.” He approaches you slowly, hoping that he gains his voice quickly so his apology doesn’t come off disingenuous. You don’t acknowledge him until he stands next to you, and even then, you continue to stare out the window, not bothering to spare him so much as a glance. 

“What about it?” The tone of your voice calms him a little, but he feels his nerves rise when he begins to explain himself and watches as you slowly turn towards him, eyes aimed to your fingers as they fiddle together anxiously. Hmm, perhaps he wasn’t the only nervous one here. 

“I shouldn’t have stopped at the market. I should’ve been more aware of the guards watching us. If it hadn’t been for the time I wasted, we would be with the rest of the group by now.” Echo knows he may not be making a lot of sense, but when he finally looks at you, he finds a rather puzzling expression on your features. He thought you’d be irritated with him, perhaps even angry for him being the reason behind the chase around the city. 

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?” He asks softly, not wanting to make it seem as if you didn’t have a right to look at him in such a manner. 

“Nothing, it’s just…well, I thought you were apologizing for the kiss. I’m surprised that…ugh, nevermind.” His breath hitches when he registers your response, and just when he thinks you’re going to part with valuable words, you stop and turn away from him, facing the rain as it comes down harshly on the windows and prevents you from seeing the lights more clearly. 

“I- I want to apologize for the kiss too. I should have given you a heads up before I…before we, you know.” Echo takes one step towards you and nearly reaches out to grab your arm, but he senses that you may not want him to come anywhere near you now and holds himself back. He wants you to say something, anything, to what he just said. But when you remain silent, he knows that nothing he’ll say will push you to speak with him. As twisted as it may be, Echo thinks that he’d rather have you yell at him for jeopardizing your life and the mission than the quietness befalling the two of you again. 

Shaking his head, Echo reaches around and takes out the soft silk he’s kept tucked safely in his bag for the better half of the night. 

“Here, I got t-this for you.” He turns the fabric over several times, letting it slide easily off of his cybernetic arm before holding it out to you. Echo thinks you will probably ignore him again, but to his shock, you face him almost instantly and look down at the soft silk intertwining in between his fingers. Looking into his eyes for a brief moment, you slowly reach for the scarf and take it from his hand, wrapping it several times around your fingers before letting it slide easily away from them and hang from where you’re pinching the material. 

“It’s why I stopped when we were scouting the market place. I saw it and…it reminded me of you. I thought it would look pretty on you, especially since it’s the color of your lightsaber and all.” Echo scratches the back of his neck nervously, the smile he throws your way filled with the kind of hope that makes his actions from earlier much clearer to your mind. You finger the material for a while, wondering how you could have been so oblivious to his demeanor towards you. There’s nothing you can do except raise the scarf to your face and rub it against your cheek, feeling the softness of the fabric and wondering if Echo’s touch would feel just as soothing to your heated skin. 

You look at him through heavy-lidded eyes and return the smile, waiting until his shoulders visibly relax before you throw the scarf aside and take a step towards him. 

“I have nothing to give you in return…” You whisper to Echo, eyeing him closely to gauge his reaction to the proximity between your bodies. 

“That’s okay, mesh’la. I didn’t do this for-” He begins to say but stops when he sees you growing even closer before resting both of your hands around his shoulders. He stops breathing and stares at you without blinking, praying to the maker that this wasn’t one of his dreams, and he was, in fact, feeling the touch of your skin on his yearning body. 

“Except perhaps…this.” It’s the only warning Echo receives before you stand on your tiptoes and nudge your nose against his own. He parts his lips to say something but you don’t give him a chance to so much as breathe, molding your lips with his own in a chaste kiss, one that reminds him of the first intimate touch he shared with you not a whole hour prior. He shuts his eyes, wanting to commit every little caress and moan to memory before you decide to pull away and leave him. 

But then you tilt your head to the side and deepen the kiss, and Echo knows then that he isn’t dreaming. No, this sensation felt too real. You were fisting your hands in his clothes, urging him to tower over you and return the kiss with as much fervor. 

Then he remembers what was just transpiring between the two of you and he breaks the gesture abruptly, pushing you away to try and ground himself before he looks into your eyes again. 

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to.” His voice is hoarse and he curses how easily affected he is by you. Expecting you to walk away from him, Echo looks down and pretends to focus on the ground so he doesn’t witness you leaving him. 

But he should have known that you’d never do what he expects you to. 

Without missing a beat, you throw your arms around his neck and bring your chest as flush to his own as possible, leaning into his space until your lips graze over his jaw and leave a trail of hot kisses down his neck to the little bit of his chest peeking through the damp clothes. 

“But Echo, I want to. I really really want to.” You break the silence and bite into your lips mischievously when you pull away and notice the way Echo is gazing upon you. He stares at your features for what feels like hours before he responds.  

“Yeah?” The question is completely unnecessary, at least that’s what you think, but you nod frantically to push aside any doubts the man in front of you is clearly having in response to your behavior. He slowly brings his arm around your waist and pushes on your lower back until there isn’t an inch in between the two of you. 

“Force only knows how much I’ve wanted you ever since I joined the group. I can’t stop thinking about you, and…when we kissed earlier, I thought the feelings were mutual.” It’s your turn to question his feelings, but Echo is quick to brush aside whatever spiraling thoughts your mind was giving itself away to, bringing his cybernetic arm to your chin and raising your head until he looks straight into your dilated orbs. 

“They are, oh sweetheart they are.” His exclamation hits you light a blaster shot, and you don’t blink once, wanting to look him in the eyes when you ask him the following question. 

“Then w-why did you apologize?”

“Because I thought I made you uncomfortable. I thought I forced myself on you…and I thought you’d never look at me again because of what I did. Cyare, I would do anything to keep you safe, to keep you near me.” The desperation overflowing from his aura seeps into his words, and you feel your heart skip a beat at the prospect of being someone so important to him. It was against your upbringing, your values, your beliefs. To rely on another so heavily and hold a similar effect on them. It was unthinkable. 

But here he was, laying down his soul for you to take without caring whether you could offer him anything in return. Little did he know, though, that you’d given yourself to him a long time ago. 

Letting go of him, you take a step back and slowly remove the remaining robes from around your shoulders, until you’re left in nothing but a thin shirt and pair of cargo pants. Echo watches you intently, unsure of what it is you’re doing until his eyes take in the way you unbutton your pants and let them drop to the ground. 

“What- what are you doing?” He’s nervous for a different reason now, and you smile at him to put his mind at ease, not wanting to overdo in case he isn’t ready to take such a monumental step with you. 

“You said you’d do anything to keep me near you.” You respond as if it was the most sensical action to take, and as you step out of your pants and play with the hem of your shirt, Echo can’t help but trail his eyes across your body, marveling to himself at the rippling muscles and scars adorning your skin. He’s dreamt of this moment so often that he lost count of how many times he woke up sweating and touching himself. But now that he is here, Echo understands that nothing, absolutely nothing, compares to you in front of him now. 

Breathtaking. 

“Yeah but you- you don’t have to…we don’t have to do anything.” It’s the opposite of what he wants to say, what he feels, but he doesn’t want you to think that he’s the type of man to take advantage of the circumstances and use you. Granted, he desperately wanted to give into the moment, but not at the cost of you thinking so negatively of him. 

“Echo, I want you to be with me.” You practically moan for him, moving into his space and grazing your fingers up and down his chest until his knees nearly give out. Echo throws his head back and purrs at the soft, teasing touches you were gracing him with, and when you call for him again, he knows he’s made up his mind. 

“Be with me.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” You answer instantly, leaning up and kissing his jaw until he takes you into his embrace once more. He nuzzles his cheeks against your temple, taking in a long whiff of your scent until the only thing he can sense is you. 

“A-are you sure?” You ask with a hesitation Echo never thought you capable of, and he chuckles at the mind-boggling question before he leans back and meets your gaze. 

“I’ve never been more sure of anything else in my life, cyar’ika.” You attack his mouth soon after, swallowing his groans when he parts his lips and welcomes you in enthusiastically. You thought his shy demeanor would continue, but the deeper the kiss becomes, the more bold the clone trooper is with his touches. Whereas his hand was at a respectful spot earlier, you have to stop yourself from giggling against his lips as soon as you feel his fingers dig in the flesh of your ass and squeeze tightly. The wet clothes still covering you barely leave anything to the imagination, but you gasp all the same when Echo slips his palm inside your panties and slides his fingers a little further down until he can feel how wet you are for him. 

You tilt your head to the side and sigh his name as he continues to familiarize himself with your skin, and before you can register what’s happening, Echo is leaning down and biting harshly on your shoulder, snapping you out of whatever haze that’s fallen over you and forcing you to look at him. 

“Let me see all of you,” his pleading words are music to your ears, and you don’t waste another second, quickly discarding your shirt while he kneels down and lowers your panties. When he stands to his height, he takes a step back until he hits the cold glass windows, roaming his eyes down your body until he satisfies his mind’s eye with the image of your perfection. You bask in the attention he gives you, keeping your hands to yourself for as long as possible until you can no longer stand there without touching him. 

As soon as you grab the hem of his shirt, however, Echo snaps out of his haze and grabs your wrist to stop you from viewing him to your hungry eyes. 

“Wait, I-”

“Yes?” You frown at him but don’t follow through with your intentions, waiting patiently until he feels he can answer your question with ease. 

“I don’t think you want to see me. It- it doesn’t look good underneath all these clothes.” His response comes to you as a shock, considering how he seldom cared for his looks. The way he’s avoiding your eyes now makes you wonder if he always cared for his appearance but you just never noticed it, or if he was only so self-conscious due to the situation you found yourself in. You realize that you don’t really care why he thinks of himself in such a way, or why he thought you’d even care for something so trivial. Not wanting to push him past his comfort zone, you let go of his shirt and wrap your arms around his waist to bring him as close to you as possible. 

“Echo, I don’t care. I don’t care how you look. I want you for you…for your sweet words, and your kind heart, and your generous spirit. I want you baby, I don’t care for anything else.” You hope he can believe the genuineness of your words, or at the very least, see that you weren’t the type of person to care for such an insignificant characteristic. You don’t like how closed off his body language is, and you kiss across his chest and arms to soothe his anxiety so he doesn’t leave altogether. 

“But if you’re not comfortable with me just yet, then I will respect that. I won’t pressure you to do anything you don’t want to do.” The reassuring words wash over him like lukewarm water and he relaxes beneath your touch with each little peck you leave on his touch-starved skin, until he is sure you managed to mark every visible inch of him. Echo thinks he might lose his mind from how sweet you’re being with him, his breathing becoming erratic when whisper sweet words against his skin with every little kiss and touch you caress him with, 

“If you’ll allow me though, I will worship every inch of you…as you deserve.” You promise him as you circle your arms around his body and dig your fingers into his back, wanting him to be as close to you as possible so he can feel your honesty through the Force. 

“You- you truly want me this much, sweetheart?” He’s shaking in your embrace, and you chuckle in return at the oddity of the question. If only he knew how much you craved him. 

“Oh you have no idea,” you respond right away, not wanting him to think you’re laughing at his question, or worse, at his reaction. You pull back enough to take a good look at him, and you focus all of your energy on the space between the two of you, wanting him to know that you weren’t telling a single lie. He must be in tune with your intentions because his expression relaxes greatly when he meets your eyes and sees nothing but adoration aimed at him. 

“Then…I’m all yours.” 

“You’ll tell me if you don’t like something.” You want nothing more than to push him down and have your way with him, but you want him to know that you’ll gladly stop if you do something he doesn’t particularly enjoy. He was very much in control of the situation, and you desperately wished he believed that as well. 

“Y-yeah.” His voice is not as reluctant as before, but you get the sense that he was still shy, perhaps even afraid of the prospect of revealing his body to you. Not wanting to waste anothering moment, you take his hand in your own and lead him to the bed, softly pushing on his chest until he sits down and makes space for you in between his thighs. Echo gulps nervously as you trail your fingers across his flushed skin, only to cease breathing when you lean down and cup his cheeks, keeping him still beneath you so you can kiss his forehead and whisper more assurances to him. 

His hand gravitates to your thigh and he holds onto your leg to try and force himself to focus on your touches and nothing else. You continue to kiss his face as you bend over and grab the edge of his shirt, slowly pulling it up until he raises his arms for you to take it off of him completely. When you throw it aside and kneel in front of him, Echo rests his hand on your shoulder and wishes for the impossible.

He mourns the times he could have shared with you if you had just met him before Skako Minor. 

“Maker,” the sentiment brings him out of his reverie before he can dwell too long on the ‘what ifs,’ and he pouts at you when he sees the expression on your pretty features shift several times until a sense of somber anger lingers through and remains unchanging.

“I- I told you it didn’t look great.”

“Baby, if I could take away your pain, I would do it…in a heartbeat.” You don’t want him to misunderstand your reaction, and you apologize for everything that’s been done to him, moving into his space until you can rest your cheek over his heart. It beats wildly against your ear and you hope it isn’t due to fear or nervousness. Against your better judgment, you tap into his Force signature and sigh in relief as understanding dawns over you. 

Echo isn’t embarrassed to be seen by you but guilty, of what you are unsure. But you push on and rest your lips against his chest until his heart beats even harder beneath you. 

“Kriff,” he curses and slides his hand across your back to your neck, grasping it tightly to tilt your head so he can look into your eyes and thank you for being so patient with him. 

“You mean so much to me,” you smile at him, leaning into the possessive touch before giving equal attention to the rest of his broad chest. You keep your hands over his hips, knowing that things would surrey escalate quickly if you didn’t pace yourself and think of his comfort first 

“Ah…s-sweetheart,” Echo moans beneath you, his breaths coming in erratic when he feels your tongue slide over his muscles and leave a trail of your mark across him. 

“And I will never let anything happen to you…ever again.” Although the tone of your voice comes off a little aggressive, Echo knows that it is your sense of protection making you this possessive of him, and not something he should fear. You were among the most well-respected Jedi, and although he knew that the events of the night would not benefit you in any way, he chose to think over the fact that the Jedi Order no longer existed and how honest you would be with him if you truly didn’t want this. No longer able to keep himself sitting upright, Echo throws his head back and falls onto the bed when he feels your teeth graze over his collarbone. 

“Oh fuck, your mouth feels so good…please,” he hears you giggle sweetly at him as you stand up and straddle his waist. You don’t give him any respite however, attacking him with your tongue, and teeth and hands until he’s a shaking mess underneath you. He grabs your ass with his hand and rests the scomp of his other one over your thighs, unintentionally bucking his hips into your wet core as soon as he feels you rub yourself on him. He’s hard and wanting, incapable of thinking of anything else but the immense pleasure you were bestowing upon him. 

It occurs to him that he rather enjoys you taking what you want from him, and he wonders if you’d be willing to remain in charge until the two of you reach release. There’s something so inherently sexy about a powerful Jedi such as yourself descending to their basest of instincts just to reach that unimaginable pleasure, and he feels honored that he is the one to throw you over the edge so quickly. He never thought you’d react in such an unhinged, nearly violent way to him, but he can’t find it in himself to care, especially now when he could see you let go completely just to make him see the galaxies in your arms. 

“Tell me what you want Echo, I’ll give you anything you ask for.”

“I- I want you, love. Just you.” Echo manages to flutter his eyes open in time to see you move lower across his body, parting his lips in anticipation when you unbutton his cargo pants and reach inside to take him in your hand. He sucks in a harsh breath as soon as he feels the palm of your hand cup his cock and squeeze it tightly. When he looks into your eyes, he sees them glistening wickedly with such strong emotions that he nearly comes then and there. For some reason, he genuinely thought you’d be the type to shy away from such lewd displays of affections, but you prove him wrong again and spit in your other hand before sitting up to lower down the rest of his pants and free him from the confines of his clothes. 

“You already have me.” You whisper to him as you begin to bend over his body to take his cock in your mouth, but Echo shakes his head at you and grabs your hand, not bothering to give you any explanation as he pulls you up until you fall against his chest. 

“Come here,” he swallows your surprised shrieks with an intense kiss, refusing to let go of you even as you begin to jerk him off and tease the base of his cock with your soft fingers. Only when you reach lower and massage his balls does Echo finally break the kiss, groaning your name wantonly as you squeeze the tip of his cock while biting his neck and shoulder. You try to slither down his body again but Echo whispers a quick ‘no’ before grabbing your neck and keeping you against his chest. 

“But I-” you want to tell him that there’s nothing more you need in this world than to feel him hot and heavy in your mouth, but Echo doesn’t give you the chance to continue, once again calling your name sweetly so he can hold your undivided attention. 

“We have all the time in the galaxy, you can do whatever you want with me later.” He smiles at you when he sees you whine in disapproval, the expression throwing you off completely because of how rare it is to see it so genuine and pure. 

“But right now, I really want to feel your cunt wrapped around my cock.” His words shoot straight to your core, halting your actions in an instant and sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin. 

“Oh,” you look in between his eyes and briefly question whether they were always this light hazel color. All clones had similar physical features, even those in your crew. The differences were more pronounced amongst the Bad Batch for obvious reasons, but the color of their eyes never changed. 

But now that you were laying so close to Echo, you swear his eyes are different from the others. They rarely displayed strong emotions, and you think it’s because Echo often tried to hide his true feelings from the others around him so they wouldn’t worry too much about him. But looking at him now, you come to accept that his pretty gaze would always be a source of serenity and safety for you.

You want to tell him how much you love his eyes, how you’ll never be able to look into another’s so intimately, how honored you feel for being at the receiving end of such a loving gaze. But Echo surprises you suddenly as he lets go of your neck and expertly moves his hand in between your bodies until he graces your wet folds with two of his fingers. He moans against your cheek when he feels your slit gush for him, and as slowly as possible, he rubs your clit a few times to wet his fingers so he can slide them into your cunt with ease. You shut your eyes and call for him as you feel his digits fill you up, and Echo mirrors your actions from before, leaning up just enough to lick your neck before sinking his teeth into the space just above your clavicle. 

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re already so wet. Is this all for me?” He fucks you slowly with his fingers, the sound of your slick filling the night air becoming music to his ears. For a moment, he realizes that he should have probably asked you if this is okay, but he remembers who you are and how easily you could climb off of him if you didn’t enjoy his ministrations. You pray his name over and over again, and Echo swears this must be what heaven feels like because never in his life did he think he’d live to have you so desperate and submissive in his arms. 

“I- yes, it’s all for you Echo. You kissed me and…I- I’m always like this whenever you’re around.” Your confession fills him with pride, and he thrusts his hips against you to get some friction against his achingly hard cock. 

“Is that right?” Echo wants to ask more, but he knows his mind is running out of coherent thoughts the more you drench his fingers and mark him with your essence. To think that you were always so ready to take him by just being in his vicinity flips a switch in Echo’s mind and he picks up his pace, wanting to feel you come on his fingers before he can finally shove his cock in your cunt. 

“Yes…oh gods yes. Please Echo, show me how much you want me.” 

“I’m going to take my time with you…map every inch of your skin with my lips. I’ll never stop showing you how much I…how much I care for you cyar’ika.” Hearing him finally tell you how deeply he feels for you is enough to throw you over the edge, and you grab onto his shoulders while resting your forehead against his own as soon as your body gives into the pleasure and shudders from how hard the orgasm hits you. You want to tell him that you care for him as well, more than that if you’re being honest, but he doesn’t slow down and continues to twist and push his fingers against your tight walls until you can’t breathe any more. 

“Echo,” you call for him once, and a part of you wishes you didn’t say anything because he stops and removes his fingers from your slit. You can feel your juices coating his hand as he roams his palm over your back and drags your essence across your skin. Raising your head, you bite into your lips when you see the way he’s looking at you, and as you’re about to tell him those three fateful words you’ve been holding back for some time now, Echo pushes his hand between your sweaty bodies again and takes hold of his dick, teasing your clit with soft passes until you begin to roll your hips above him and coat his length with your cum. 

“You going to let me make love to you baby? You going to let me fuck you so deep till you can’t think of anything else but my cock?”

“Please Echo,” you’re not above begging, and you hope that Echo doesn’t wait any longer before giving in to his desires. 

“Kriffing hells, if I’d known it takes so little to get you moaning my name like that, I would have gotten on my knees and begged you to let me touch you from the very first time I laid my eyes on you.” He thrusts up into you, smirking at your reactions when he spreads your thighs wider and nudges your clit with the head of his cock. 

“Echo, I need you…now. You- you said we’d take our time later.” Again, Echo kisses across your neck as he pushes his dick against you, bringing his cybernetic arm around your back as soon as you fall over him and nuzzle into his neck. You bring your arms above his head and keep him in your embrace, rolling your hips along with him to entice him enough so he can finally put you out of your misery and take you. 

“You want my cock, little love?” The pet name does something to you, but you will yourself to not be distracted by his sweet words, wanting to hold all of your attention on feeling him beneath you. 

“Desperately.”

“Then you can have it,” the only warning you have is a deep, guttural groan emitting from Echo’s chest as he slowly pushes his cock inside your cunt, bringing his hand over your ass and applying enough pressure to keep you planted flush against him. 

“O-ohhhh…”

Neither of you move for what feels like hours, and Echo swears against your ears when you clench tightly around him and somehow pull him in deeper. 

“F-fuck,” he digs his fingers into the flesh of your back, refusing to have any space between your bodies out of fear of this being nothing more than a dream. 

“Move…please move.” You grind on top of him to test the waters, but Echo growls for you to stop, wanting to commit this moment to memory so he can revisit it whenever he feels particularly needy for you. 

“Hold on, just let me…let me feel you. L-let me feel all of you.” The way his voice breaks does something to you, and you obey him without a second thought, leaning up just a little so you can take a better look at him. You find his eyes tightly shut, and you caress his eyelids with your lips until they relax and slowly flutter open to see you. 

“Echo, you’re so good…so good to me.” You bite into your lower lip when your comment makes him push up into you, sending his cock into that special spot inside of you that makes you shake in weakness. 

“If you keep talking like that, I won’t last much longer sweetheart.” He warns you with a shallow thrust, and you hover your mouth over his lips when he sets a slow pace, shoving his cock in and out of you so gently and steadily until that familiar tight knot in your lower stomach begins to unravel again. 

“Kriff baby, you’re fucking hot…so tight ‘round me. So fucking good.” 

“And you feel so hard inside me…filling me up like no one else has before.” You lick his lower lip, giving the corner of his mouth a quick kiss before you rest your forehead against his cheek and start pushing yourself down on his dick, meeting his sweet touches with hard thrusts of your own. 

“Yeah? Tell me sweetheart, has anyone fucked you the way I do?”

“No…gods no.” You barely manage to breathe in between those words, making Echo chuckle at your desperation while struggling with his own.  

“Has- has anyone kissed you like I do?” He asks with hope and expectation, praying to the maker that you give him the answer he craves. 

“Never,” you nearly choke on your saliva when Echo begins to fuck up into you harder, the tip of his cock passing over your walls so deliciously that you swear you can feel ever ridge and ever vein on his dick the deeper he comes inside of you. 

“Fuck…fuck, ahhh- has anyone touched you how I do?” Echo is bordering on the edge of ecstasy, and you moan his name like a benediction when he stops for a second to enjoy the feeling of your cunt wrapped around him before he continues his rough thrusts once more. 

“No one Echo, oh fuck, please…right there.”

“Ner cyare, I- I…” He wants to say so much, reveal his heart’s secrets so he can finally know if you feel the same way he does. But the need to make you come on his cock outweighs everything else, and he pushes his nose against your jugular while wrapping both of his arms around your back to keep you as flush to him as possible. 

“I know baby, I know.” You’re shaking in his arms, hugging him tightly as you surrender to his ministrations. Something snaps inside Echo because he begins to fuck you with abandon until you can feel him and only him. 

“So close,” you whisper against his cheek, not knowing how to help him reach his own peak in return. He barely gives you the chance to push off of him so you do the only thing within your power, you lean down and kiss his temple while he fills you up over and over again. 

“Me too sweetheart, me too.” 

“Kiss me Echo,” his breathing is erratic but he obeys you instantly, molding his lips with your own in a hungry kiss until your senses are flooded with his touch and his taste and his presence. 

I love you Echo, so much. 

Your voice echoes in his mind for seconds on end, and Echo cums inside of you as soon as he registers what you just did. You swallow his moans as he shoots his seed into your cunt, filling you up with every hard thrust until he feels your walls flutter around him. You break the kiss as you climax, letting your head fall into his neck as you sob violently from the intensity of your orgasm. He’s managed to coax pleasure from your body in such a short period of time, but you get the sense that it was only possible because it is him. The fact that he’s head you wrapped around his finger for such a long time probably had some effect on you as well, but you pay those thoughts no mind as you slowly come down from your high and feel Echo make more of a mess of you when he pulls out and nudges his cock in between your damp bodies. 

You stay in each other’s arms for a long time, only deciding to move when your sweat cools down and makes you shiver. Ever the gentleman, Echo sits up while keeping you in his arms, somehow managing to maneuver the two of you around across the bed until you’re both laying down against the pillows. He pulls up the covers over your bodies, pulling you into his side and wrapping his arm around your back to keep you close to his heart. 

“About what I said, I- don’t think too much on it.” You break the silence all of a sudden, and Echo has to sift through everything you said to figure out what you’re referring to. 

“Hmm?”

“I don’t want you to think that you have to…you know, say it back.” It’s only when you say that last sentiment that Echo finally knows what you’re talking about, and he holds back the sarcastic comment on the tip of his tongue when he looks down and sees something akin to anxiety swimming in your eyes. 

“Don’t you know?” It’s a simple question, and Echo doesn’t leave the silence to linger for too long, wanting you to know that he cares for you as much as you care for him, perhaps even more. 

“I love you too mesh’la, with all my heart.” The revelation nearly sends your heart leaping out of your chest, and you can only smile and lean up to kiss him in response, unsure of whether you had the wherewithal to say any coherent sentence now. Echo in turn kisses the crown of your head, tracing random patterns across your shoulders when he feels you relax into him as the moments roll by. 

“Thank you for the scarf, and for thinking of me.”

“I’m always thinking of you, little love. You- you never leave my mind really.”

“Neither do you.”

The depths of your words reminds Echo of your identity, and he smiles down at you when he realizes that such a sentiment probably meant a great deal to you considering your upbringing and the rules you were tasked to follow since your childhood. He wants to ask you about your attachment to him, but he knows it’s not the time to do so, and he has no wish to ruin the moment by bringing up something so “sensitive.”

“So that thing you did, before I…you know.” Even though he just said the filthiest things to you, he shies away from saying anything crude now, mostly because he’s afraid it would come out more awkward than it sounds in his head. 

“Came?” You finish the thought for him and Echo winces briefly before nodding in agreement. 

“Y-yeah.” 

Something happens between his response and your understanding of it because all of a sudden, you’re sitting up and resting your hand on Echo’s chest as you apologize profusely to him. 

“Oh maker, did I- I made you uncomfortable, didn’t I? I should have asked before I presumed you’d…Echo, I’m so sorry. It didn’t ever occur to me that you wouldn’t be comfortable with that considering what happened on-”

“Cyare, sweetheart…look at me.” Echo sits up and tugs you into him, not caring for how the wires on his chest might hurt you as he keeps you against his chest rather forcefully and refuses to let up. 

“I didn’t mind it, one bit. On the contrary, I was going to ask if you can do it again.” He says quickly to avoid whatever misunderstanding that was about to unfold, only letting go of you when he sees you register his words in your mind. 

“Really?” Your expression turns from one of worry to shock, and Echo smiles at how easily surprised you can be. 

“It…felt nice, hearing your voice inside my mind I mean. I really liked it, made me feel so connected to you.” Echo roams his fingers down your neck to your sternum, moving them across your breasts slowly until he notices your nipples pebble beneath his touch. He’s distracted for a second when he flicks one peak with his thumb and makes you fall over him. 

“Because your cock fucking me so deep wasn’t connecting us enough?” You ask teasingly, giggling like a little girl when he sighs in irritation and falls back into the bed, taking you along with him. 

“And here I thought I could have a nice moment with you.”

“You know you’re enjoying this just as much.” You tilt his head so he can look at you again, tapping his nose twice and laughing even harder when he smiles and raises a curious eyebrow at you. 

“You got me there.”

“I’m glad you kissed me tonight.” You break the silence after a while again, looking into Echo’s eyes when he turns to his side and throws his arm over your waist. 

“I’m glad you kissed me back.” He’s about to tell you his brothers will be happy that he finally told you how he feels when your hand rolls down his chest and begins to reach for his slowly hardening cock. 

“Kriff sweetheart, as much as I want to go for round two, we should get some rest.” He stops you before things escalate, grabbing your hands and turning you around in his arms until your back is against his chest. 

“But-” You want to argue with him, but Echo is insistent, shaking his head and tugging you into him to try and distract you from whatever plan you had in mind. 

“Knowing Hunter and Tech, the plan won’t go as smoothly as they’ll plan it.”

“Fine, but I’m holding you to your word.” You warn him with a quick glance, only to pull away when you feel him kiss your neck and bite you playfully. 

“Believe me when I tell you, I’ll be counting the seconds until you touch me again.” His voice is hoarse, sending a new wave of arousal down your spine and making you wish you weren’t in need of rest. But he was right, and you knew better than to think that the plan would go smoothly. If the events of the night proved anything, it was that the unexpected and the impossible did not often go hand-in-hand.

“Good night sweetheart,” Echo whispers against your skin before he nuzzles against your neck, smiling to himself when you reach for his hand and intertwine your fingers together. 

“Good night Echo.”

[jedi-lothwolf]

Codywan Week Day 7: Dancing

Summary: A few Jedi and Clones are invited to a senator ball to thank them for their war efforts.

  The Senate ball was an annual for the Senate. However this year was different. The senators had decided to invite their most successful generals to show their appreciation. The Jedi could bring their commanders if they wished to.

    Of course Anakin brought Ashoka along and Obi-wan brought Cody. Though Cody has never been to a fancy ball he knew Obi-wan would know what to do and he would get to spend time with his lover.

    Obi-wan had grabbed one of his nicer sets of robes and Padma found Cody something nice to wear. The two showed up to the ball right on time and mingled with the senators for a little while.

    Anakin and Padma stayed near each other the whole time while Ashoka and Rex rommed the dance floor. Neither could dance so they made it up as they went. Even if most of the music was classical music, they danced as if it was a high school party.

    Obi-wan watched them, glad they where having great time and relieved the senators didn't mind. He watched Anakin and Padma get to close to each other and he watched as Cody tried to get used to the fancy chandelier and elegant dresses.

    So badly Cody wanted to grab Obi-wan and take him to the dance floor or to take him for a walk in the garden they had passed as the walked up the stairs to the entrance. He reframed because 'what would the people think?'

    As the night went on Obi-wan whished for the same thing. The ballroom was starting to get stuffy and overwhelming. He couldn't imagine how Cody felt sense this was his first big fancy event.

    Obi-wan looked over at his commander and desired to leave this ball full of people who they couldn't be themselves around. He walked over to Cody and spoke to him. "Can we take a walk?" He said.

    Cody felt his checks flush just a little. All night he had been waiting to Obi-wan to say something like that. "Of course." He took his generals and guided him to the back door that should lead to a large garden based off of the layout they had been given before.

    The door opened silently and the two escaped out in the garden. The laughed a little as they walked around. Obi-wan grabbed Cody's hand once he deemed it to be safe.

    They walked around the colorful flowers, lit up by moon light. Obi-wan filled Cody's head with the useless knowledge of what each of them were. The looked at the constellations, Cody knowing more of them then Obi-wan had expected.

    The two lovers walked back towards the building. They stopped at the entrance of the garden, unsure if they really wanted to go back in. Inside the music slowed.

    Obi-wan felt Cody grab his hands. The commander pulled them to his shoulder and waist Then he placed his own hands on the other and pulled him closer. "Can I have this dance?" He whispered.

    A chill went up Obi-wan's spine. Everything felt so perfect. For a moment everything was okay. The vine arch above them created spotlights and the general breeze brought the sweet smell of the flowers to them. He smiled, "of course you can."

    Slowly the two stepped together and swayed to the music. Obi-wan leaned into his chest and let his worry of slip away.

Near the end of the song Cody twirled Obi-Wan and he dipped him. Their faces were so close and without any hesitation they kissed.

They giggled and moved. Cody walked over to the entrance and picked a rose. He handed it to Obi-wan, "we should head back inside."

"We should." Obi-wan grabbed Cody's hand, "I had a good night." He leaned into him as they walked, only separating at the door.

"Me too."

@codywanweek

[piglet26]

Reylo. The Perfect Star Wars Fairytale.

"What if your sort of soulmate in the force was your enemy? Circumstance pits them against each other, but the force bonds them together. They understand each other almost from a point of view of fate and yet fate has made them enemies"

Reylo isn't the classic fairytale, but that's a good thing! The two of them display something unique about love and connection. They both provide the other one with an opportunity to move past their trauma and heal their pain by relating to someone, being accepted, being forgiven; ultimately having a true connection which makes you a better person. That's Star Wars! Yes, Star Wars is about friendship, adventure and the hero's arc, but's also about the power of love. That's what drove Anakin to the dark side and what brought him back to the light. Embracing love and attachment was the lesson Luke had to teach the Jedi. Romanticism isn't a mistake of horny Reylo fans, it's a rejection of the lessons Star War had to teach by young and old men who claim to want to protect it the most.

Kylo Ren is aware of Rey before Rey is aware of Kylo Ren, but both recognize the other one immediately. Rey has dreamed of Ben, when Ben killed the head of The Knights of Ren, Rey felt a chill on Jakku. Kylo Ren feels her awakening in the Force and senses that they are connected somehow. (I wanna know what the full scene was cause he is like studying her)

Reylo is not abusive, but I do understand why people are hesitant to endorse them. However, people tend to project their own problems and situations on other people and that's probably what's going on here. THEY ARE AT WAR! It's not personal. First thing Rey tries to do is shoot him (natural reaction) so he froze her (natural reaction). He's trying to get information for his side of the war and attempts to do this without making her experience too much pain. He pushed her into a tree... she did try to shoot him. Again. She tried to shoot him three times now that I think of it. He invaded her mind! Luke did the same thing to Kylo Ren. Is Luke abusive? Any time any of the Jedi have peaked inside someone's mind has been abusive then. "You know I can take whatever I want." Yes, I can access your mind you know that so why not just give me the information I require....that is what he is saying. People read so much into everything and yet did so with no logic. The only thing I can say is the movie goes out of it's way to show a parallel experience between Rey and Poe in their interrogation. Moving on.

As Ren studies a sleeping Rey he can sense their connected somehow. Rey isn't just some resistance fighter, like Poe, she's more than that.

While Rey is initially fearful of Ren, the moment he reveals himself she just confused, curious and attracted (as we all were). It's significant that the first person he reveals himself to is Rey. Kylo Ren wears the mask to idolize his grandfather and project not only strength but dehumanize himself. He reassures her that he doesn't know where her friends are,

In the sound mix is a heartbeat. You hear a heartbreak when she is connecting with Ren in the Interrogation scene. Rey remember this moment in the novel, "Even as [Kylo] callously rifled through her mind, he had somehow revealed his own. Rey found herself in his mind even as he invaded hers. She felt his rage...But she also felt his hurt, and his loneliness. And his fear...Kylo had retreated at finding Rey in his head - had practically fled from her. But that had not been the end of that strange, sudden connection. She had seen more - far more...It was as if his training had become hers, unlocking and flinging open door after door in her mind"

Reylo is a pairing where both the hero are villain are given a bond where hurting the other is as good as hurting yourself. Even in their duel on the First Order base, Kylo doesn't want to kill her and she's defending herself for the most part.

Meanwhile, Ren’s emotions begin to fixate on Rey. Though they could not predict them, the two begin to gain insights into each other though these strange connections, and Ren lowers his guard. Their forceskypes are a safe space for one another. It's established very quickly that they can't hurt each other. Rey wakes up in her hut on Ahch-to while Kylo is in his own quarter. The Force connects the two and both panic. Rey tries to shoot Kylo, who tries to manipulate Rey via mind trick. They now have to deal with one another in ways that weren't their first instinct. What’s happening here is something extraordinary even within the logic of the Star Wars universe it seems, and Kylo recognizes this. His behavior and observations betray a sense of innocent fascination rather than an ulterior motive.

Feeling somewhat safe with Rey, Ren no longer tries to hide his feelings of pain and misery, and, in turn, their Force-bonding intensifies in strength and rawness. Rey being increasing disillusioned by Luke and his feelings of the Jedi begins to open herself up to understand the person she wants to just hate.

This stylistic choice crops up plenty more times throughout the movie, communicating that they are one half of each other.

Kylo Ren has something to teach Rey as much as he is taking these moments to try to be understood by her. Rey is similarly stuck by her childhood. Stuck in the idea her parents could come back, stuck in the idea that she was wanted or not wanted. As Kylo says to her “Your parents threw you away like garbage.......It’s your greatest weakness," Ren call Rey out in a way no one else can because he's been inside her head. Yes, Ren is harsh, but he wants her to grow up in this scene. His logic is flawed but in pulling away from your past, your identity and your parental figures you can become a fully formed individual. Ren tries to kill it, slash it and cut himself off from it when he needs to make peace with it.

We still crave affection not matter the pain we experience. Kylo’s many years of loneliness and reaching out to an inanimate object show just how desperate he is. He is desperate for a connection. And right now, Darth Vader is all that he has. He's never had a peer.

Rey is resilient, independent, a hard worker, intelligent, passionate, dedicated and yet she too is desperately lonely.

Ben sees apart of himself in Rey and they identify with one another. Rey, in Kylo's mind, is more than just a romantic interest. Rey is a refuge and purpose. Rey is a chance to be unglued...... to progress past his parental figures.

What's interesting though is that Ben/Kylo Ren is nurturing to Rey. When she is at her most vulnerable, listening to Rey’s confession of her greatest weakness, her fear, her attempt to confront this fear, her disappointment in finding no answer and finally her acute loneliness; he just listens to her and then let's her know that he's there.

"Luke should be the one nurturing Rey, and it's actually Kylo that is” - Daisy Ridley

Rey and Kylo are once again in their own carved out, ‘isolated’ auditory space, (and the audience is sucked in with them) while the outside world is again blocked out. In this moment both characters are free from light, dark, war, conflict, sides, enemies and they are safe with one another. When the force theme plays over their connection (as they share visions of one another), they and we the audience, feel that this union is right, desirable and destined.  

What's interesting is when Uncle Luke catches the naughty teenager "having sex" He was no longer just a vision in Rey’s mind eyes. This looks like a beautiful image to the audience and yet Luke’s reactions are disapproval and anger. Rey displaces a lot of her own anger regarding rejection/abandonment onto Luke. She identifies with Kylo and now she's aligning herself with him. It's understanding. I understand your pain, I can actually feel it and now I'm going to defend you from those who hurt you. She get's so much agency in defending someone else. This was step moving past her own trauma.

Rey's belief in Kylo does pay off. Her faith and belief, to the point she puts her life in his hands empower him to finally stand up to his abuser in a way he was never able to do for himself. He kills Snoke not only to only protect her, but protect her from being abused and corrupted as he once was. They both are able to confront the others childhood trauma and find strength in doing so.

Where their scene in the hut is an emotional union which brings a sense of peace, their scene in throne room, when they’re teaming up physically, signifies a sense of power.  The film in so many ways tells us that Rey and Kylo's union creates balance, peace, power and beauty.

What Kylo proposes in the Throne Room is balance, which is what Rey and Kylo/Ben are meant to represent. Neither of them are simply the light or the dark, both have elements of those symbols within them. After he kills Snoke it's like he said, "Right. That's done. Everything I've inherited.... the light vs the dark......everything I've struggled with.......let's just move on."

Kylo knows that he and Rey are different because he has a better understanding of the past and the Force. Kylo knows he and Rey are the future. Adam Driver says this, “The center of this story is Rey and Kylo Ren. They stand on the opposite sides but the boundary in between is very thin. There are light and dark inside both of them. Actually, they are not far apart. They are the other side of each other.”

They are the most powerful two in the universe. He creates an “us vs them” dynamic Ren’s proposal, however, is appealing—and logical. Let's be honest it's a system so dichotomous and one that has never been balanced.

Rey rejects this because she has healthy attachments. Rey loves Finn, Rey has a connection to Leia/Luke and Rey has romanticized the Resistance since she was a little girl. She feels compelled to fight for these things. Even if she didn't have those attachments, she wants Ben. She wants to stand in the sun with him.

This rejection hurts him, but he's confused by it. He can read her emotions, they're so connected mentally, he knows she wants to take his hand. He doesn't understand why she didn't. He doesn't understand why when he was knocked out she didn't kill him.

Adam Driver -"Then he had been forging this maybe-bond with Rey, and it kind of ends with the question in the air: is he going to pursue that relationship, or when the door of her ship goes up, does that also close that camaraderie that they were maybe forming?"

If anything he doubles down even harder into his sense of belonging with her. What they have he has longed for this since childhood. Rey doesn't give up on him, she makes a point of saying she'll wait for him in the novels. She can't be with him as is. He needs to come to terms with his childhood, work through the trauma and accept it.

Kylo does indeed act out on everyone around him. He is cold, hostile, anti-social and pessimistic. But who does he change for? Rey. She's going to be patient, but she put boundaries on him and it's what he need to grow further. He respects her - this is the key. He admires her and he has compassion for her. 

“That’s all she is, yes. A scavenger from that inconsequential Jakku. Completely untrained, but strong with the Force. Stronger than she knows.” His mask off, Ren replied with what seemed to be his usual assurance. No one else would have sensed a difference. Snoke did.

The Supreme Leader’s voice was flat. “You have compassion for her.”

Rey is forgiving, which is important, she has a kind heart. Don't underestimate the importance of forgiveness - the power of it. Forgiveness is the path away from shame. Because Rey, Leia and Han were able to forgive Kylo Ren, he was able to forgive himself and as such Ben was able to come back.

Let's also be clear Kylo Ren in a relationship.....He would worship her. He would never intentionally hurt her. He would adore her. He is surprisingly patient, calm, and understanding when it comes to their talks. By the end of The Last Jedi he's supreme leader, but it's a hollow victory. It doesn't mean anything to him because Rey isn't with her. However, there would be obsession and possession. Rey on the dark side, would give into her worst impulses with him and her worst impulses usually end violently. It doesn't mean she doesn't want to be with him. She's very hurt that they are not together and that's clear in the novelization.

Kylo wants to tell Rey who she really is – a truth he believes will make her stand by his side and fight with him. That’s been his goal since the end of the last movie, and all he desires is to be with Rey. In his head, the only way that’s possible is if she turns to the Dark. This time she's even more like him; a grandparent on the Dark Side.

Kylo and Rey are the only people in each other’s lives with whom they are fully open and honest all the time. For better or worse, they are each other's home and redemption. Rey is scared of the power inside of her. Rey feels like she has to hide the darkness inside of her - with Kylo she expresses and lashes out at him - he takes it pound for pound.

Ben Solo is back and boy is it good! When Rey healed Ben Solo, she ended up healing the very same scar she gave him. The scar symbolized his scarred heart because of his decision to kill his father. More than that he looks . He faced his past and overcame it. That scar was no longer holding him back, and the healing of his scar is a physical change that shows his transformation and healing.

Adam Driver “He has to let her know that they’re together. But he doesn’t entirely know what’s going to happen from there, nor do I think he cares. As long as he’s with [Rey], he’s on the right path.”

TROS just doesn't stick the landing.

There are beautiful moments, but Ben being chucked off a cliff? Rey dying as a way of opening up a way for Ben to die (when he's only been on screen 5 minute) When he revive her..... it's more than my heart can take. The way Ben looks at Rey is precious: he looks so happy, in love, and treasuring every single second of being with her. Her kiss leaves Ben in wonder as he expected her rejection.

After Ben died (ugh) Ben is still able to communicate with her through the Force and he assures Rey that he'll be always with her, and she is comforted in realizing that in some way he is not actually gone and that they would always be together. Guess that's why she looks unbothered as she flies off.

In the end, their connection, like with Anakin, love was able to bring the person lost home. That's a beautiful lesson the world needs to be reminded of---- not forgotten.

[hannibalzero]

What are some Obikin fics that you recommend? I'm a new reader so if there are some classics for you I'd love to know them. There are so many fics I don't know where to start but I can't stop thinking about them

I would be happy to share, just know some of the fics I like are strange.

If you don’t like them, it’s cool 😎

Let’s see here….

1. The domestication of Darth Vader

This is an older one that is big on Mama-wan, Vader captures him and Luke and turn into a parenting team. Also omegaverse but man I love this one!

2. A tempting offer!

Oh man this is really good, Omega Obi-wan just lost his husband and offers himself to alpha Padme and alpha Anakin as a surrogate. A lot of drama in this one!

3. My darkness to your light (don’t be afraid of the dark)

Empress Obi-wan Kenobi, under Vaders thumb. Mpreg but not omegaverse. Like this whole series inspires me!

4. Come back from the dark!

A completed fic about Obi-wan and baby Luke trying to move on from losing Anakin. Seriously this is one of my favorites!

5. A daydream a reality!

Padawan Obi-wan meets a much older ex Jedi Anakin and falls in love. Not grooming in my opinion, more like Obi-wan choosing his own happiness!

These really are some of my favorite Obikin fanfics. I hope this helps, these are fantastic writers!

All my love Hannibella

❤️🐰❤️🐰❤️🐰

[ficfinder-general]

I'm new to Codywan. Doyou have a list of Must Reads or Fandom Classics or anything like that? (Bonus points for longfic!)

Funnily enough, I'm not sure I'm an expert on Fandom Classics, but I do think that the long Clone Wars rewrites/fix-its are a perfect way to start! (And then you can move on to shorter fics and crazy AUs haha) So these are all longer, and can be fit into TCW continuity, even if they diverge at some point because the writers can't help themselves and will fix canon (as they should).

{recs under the cut, please mind the tags listed on ao3}

in our hearts some ancient song by whimsicalimages (@keensers)- Fives discovers the chips, he's on the run and gambles his life on the assumption that there's something going on between Cody and his general, so they would help him. Some amazing lore in this fic. 40k words

Golden Shield of Brightness by NerJetii (@nerjetii)- Soulmate AU, your soulmates' (romantic and platonic) names are written on your wrists. "Only" 15k, but I would recommend it even if you're not a fan of soulmate AUs (=they don't fall into each other's arms just because they're soulmates). Focuses on Obi-Wan, mostly, but we also learn a bit about how the Kaminoans treated the clones.

I am teaching myself how to be free by tattooedgreenhouse (@gershwyndl) - this might be THE Clone Wars rewrite for me because the author has taken upon themselves to literally retell the whole series from Cody's AND Obi-Wan's POV. It's ambitious, I'm pretty sure it's technically canon compliant, but we do get our happy ending. Appropriately, it's 113k long.

i'll orbit your flickering star by sunskippa (@sunskippa) - Also a Clone Wars rewrite (by this I mean that it goes through the events of the series from Cody's POV), also canon compliant, 78k words. Might be my favourite ending in the genre, beautiful. I don't even know how to sell this, but it's a must-read imo

|to failure sweet victor| by littlekaracan (@cillyscribbles)- 20k words. In case you've read all those rewrites and you just want to skip to the part where Cody leaves the Empire and they find each other again on Tatooine *with a twist*

you read my mind, I'll read yours series by sospes - This is very much canon divergent. Starts off as a mission fic, Cody and Obi-Wan discover an artefact that creates a Force-bond between them. Misunderstandings ensue. Look at the tags/ratings, some of the works later on are spicier/angstier. But you could also read the first one and call it a day if those aren't your jam. (The whole thing is 166k long at the moment.)

will you be an anarchist with me? by a_alene (@birdiedoessw) - an outsider POV (Rex's) on Cody's and Obi-Wan's relationship. With the extra twist that they can't stand each other at the beginning of the war. This is something I would've loved to read when I was getting into codywan, it's a great way to start. (25k words)

shoulder the sky series by Night Fury (@shootingstarpilot) - Last but not least, an ongoing series (all but two works are finished, more than 200k words atm). You'll have to "get through" the first work to read the more codywan-focused fics (and I don't mean this in a bad way because the story is a m a z i n g. Just so you know.) To be honest, I think it might be a bit confusing to read at the moment because as far as I can see a work was removed from the series, but it's still up? I'm not sure what happened there, but I suppose you could simply read all the author's works in chronological order :D This series is pretty much Obi-Wan AND clone troopers focused and relies a lot on the Jedi Apprentice series (which isn't canon anymore) but you're gonna be fine if you haven't read it.

(If anyone reads this, please feel free to add your own suggestions!)

[mummifiedgeesecoven]

Malicos is hilarious to me just because of the audacity he has... like sir

1) He just fights with his shirt off??? sir you are old

2) he offers Cal the classic join me and we can rule the galaxy star wars move even though he barely knows him and he could be a shit jedi for all he knows. Like they’ve literally talked for like five minutes.

3) Merrin shows up and apparently he said the exact same thing to her

4) calls Merrin girl condescendingly when she is on her home turf and he’s surrounded by the mummified corpses of her sisters WHICH SHE CAN RAISE FROM THE DEAD to kick your ass like????

5) then right after calls her not strong enough to pull of a spell (which she does) like sir she taught you magic (and we never see him use it) and she’s a nightsister this is what they do. Do not tell her what she can and cannot do

The only thing I will give him credit for is being dead on about the jedi order being long dead before the purge. he’s dead on with that.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Spark of Rebellion”

With the Ahsoka show coming up here in August, I have just enough time for a full refresher so, you know, I Might As Well.

This is going to be different from my normal liveblogs, obviously, less real-time reactions and more commentary and meta analysis, though you’ll probably still get some incoherent nerdery and feelings spew here and there.

All right, let’s get into it.

You know with the benefit of hindsight, Vader’s speech to the Grand Inquisitor here is actually a perfect encapsulation and summary of the premise of the show.

“Hey so the Jedi are dead and the Empire reigns but the Emperor is still worried about threats to his rule, so your job is to hunt down and kill anyone a little bit too Force Sensitive and also anyone Order 66 managed to miss.”

It’s an interesting choice of phrase too.

“The Children of the Force”

Emphasizes the villainy of our bad guys in that they’re hunting down literal children and also seems to suggest some kind of protectiveness from the Force here; these are its children, people born into its “family”, so to speak.

Anyway.

OKAY WAIT NO I NEED TO STOP BECAUSE I STILL CAN’T GET OVER HOW THIS SCENE IS PARALLELED IN THE FINALE.

SHOT FOR SHOT.  SHOT.  FOR.  SHOT.

The show opens with the “boy who was lost” and closes with the “girl who was broken”, Sabine’s move into more narrative prominence S3 onward was not a writing mistake, it was purposeful, it was deliberate, the show is their coming-of-age arc, they are co-protagonists, they are each other’s Most Important Person and have so much influence on each other’s character development and it’s reflected so perfectly in that seventy-something episodes later we’re going to see Sabine standing right here where Ezra’s standing now.

*sobs*

Okay I’m good.

Right here is also when we hear our first classic Star Wars leitmotif, as the Imperial March blares out with obnoxious brassy flair.

Followed almost immediately by the short excerpt of the Rebel Alliance theme that functions as our stinger.

(I’m going to be talking about the score A LOT this time around, better get used to it lol.)

Ugh, there was this one stupid post that was like, “What’s so bad about the Empire regulating commerce anyway?  Controlling food safety is a good thing!”  REGULATIONS ARE A TOOL OF THE STATE TO CONTROL ITS PEOPLE SHARON, you notice they harass this vendor specifically because he hasn’t asked permission from the oh-so-benevolent Empire to make a couple credits selling a single basket of fruit, as if that’s something the Empire needs to control, and when he dares to complain about it they immediately want to toss him in prison.  That’s the epitome of petty state authoritarianism.

This is also such a wonderful character establishing moment for Ezra, because as much as he says he’s only out for himself and doesn’t stick his neck out for people the very first thing we see him doing in the show is surreptitiously sticking up for this harassed vendor.

We learn three main things here: 1. He’s clever and agile, 2. He’s a street kid trying to survive, 3. He actually really does care about people.  All in less than a minute.  Very tight writing.

I love the sound effect they use to signify Force use.  It’s very pretty.

Aaaaand of course accompanying it, the quiet string prelude to the classic Force theme.  An immediate auditory clue cueing us into the fact that Ezra is also Force Sensitive.  So unconsciously, we’re already primed to expect that.

Snrk, I still love how casually Sabine tosses the grenade onto the speeder.

There’s a strechiness and elasticity to the character models here that I think they lose later, as the tone evens out into being more serious, but it’s very Disney-esque.

Actually hilarious and kind of fascinating that instead of stopping Ezra, Sabine lets him keep part of the shipment and have a fair shot at escaping.

She definitely sounds like she likes his gumption.

If no supposed to ship, why let Tiya say the line so playfully here?

Zeb’s resigned thumbs up always cracks me up.

It bears repeating but the animation?  Very Disney-esque.  The whole way characters move, their design, how they emote and express.

I was always particularly impressed by the hair.

Look at it.

It’s always shifting softly around Ezra’s face and blowing in the wind and reacting to his movement shafkjghkajh.

SO much better than early Clone Wars.

No, shut up, go back and watch those awkward early episodes.

The faces don’t emote.

Kanan’s fond little smile. :)  He already loves that kid so much.

Again with the animation being very 2D Disney hand-drawn inspired in the way Kanan sloughs his shoulders here replying to Hera.

Hgnnnglllll the little shine in Ezra’s irises shifts like it’s an anime sparkle, I love this animation I love it I love it your Clone Wars could never.

If no supposed to ship, literally why have this moment with the classic Sees Her In Sparklevision trope?  (Okay so I added the actual sparkles but still.)

Seriously Filoni.  “I think there’s an automatic instinct to ship them.”  WELL WITH THIS COMING DAY ONE EPISODE ONE WHAT DID YOU THINK WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?!

Hi Kallus!

Right so after this sequence where Ezra feels inexplicably guilty for not doing more to help the people of Tarkintown despite him literally only finding out they existed two minutes ago there was pretty much no way I wasn’t going to love him.

I think my brain subconsciously recognized, “Oh, he has a Hero Complex.” annnnd yep, yep, that did it, he’s my son now.

Interestingly, this is also I believe the first time we hear Ezra’s leitmotif, which like Luke’s theme is primarily in brass but in a minor key, slower, more somber, more introspective, almost a thematic foil to the adventurous bold excitement of Luke’s theme.

Luke’s theme, AKA the Star Wars Main Title theme, by the way, is primarily used throughout Rebels to denote heroism.  Typically it comes in whenever we have a Gunship Rescue from the Ghost or some other kind of Big Damn Heroes moment.

Side note appreciating the animation again, the storyboarding and blocking is very cinematic.  The camera moves as it might on a modern Hollywood production instead of a weekly TV serial, which I think helps makes Rebels feel closer to the Original Trilogy.

And here the full Force theme breaks through. :)

Note: At this point, behind the scenes, Hera and Kanan have already discussed Ezra’s potential Force Sensitivity, and agreed to test him.  I am still sorely in need of fanfics that cover that conversation.  Just saying.

AGAIN.  WRITERS.  YOU NEED TO BE A LITTLE MORE AWARE OF JUST HOW SHIPPY THINGS COME ACROSS BETWEEN EZRA AND SABINE THIS FIRST EPISODE.

Like, there’s a reason why this conversation and footage is used in a million Sabezra amvs.

Ezra rubbing his hand on his neck, Sabine’s soft looks of concern at him, how warmly she finally reciprocates on telling him her name...

(Also notice how Ezra, empath that he is, immediately cottons onto the fact that Sabine considers the Ghost crew her family and discerns that something or other happened to her bio family.)

Gremlin child Ezra. <3

I’m sorry, I just noticed this:

What is that look, Sabine?  Lolol.

Hera going into Mom Mode immediately.  Her cheeky look back at Kanan, lol, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

Edgy TWC bros complained so much about the humor in early Season One and I say they have no taste, “rare hairless Wookie” is hilarious.

Part Twooooooooo!

For all his bluster and his devil may care facade, Ezra had that Jedi compassion and drive in him from the very start, I will hear NO slander otherwise.

Something in this escape sequence I absolutely love?  Ezra clinging to Zeb’s back.  Just the way he grabs Zeb’s legs and climbs him like a feral cat.  And Zeb does not appreciate it lol.

Oh hey, we’re at The Scene That Basically Sealed Ezra As Tari’s New Favorite Whump Target.

Yeah, protip to all showrunners, you put an emotionally vulnerable young male protagonist in mortal peril and you basically guarantee that I will obsess and fixate on them forever.

EVERY SINGLE FRAME OF THIS SHOT IS MORE HEARTBREAKING THAN THE LAST.

Hngl and you can hear him hyperventilating too ow my heart.

A brief excerpt of Ezra’s theme plays right here too, as if to compound Zeb’s guilt about the whole thing lol.

Like the score itself is saying, “HEY AREN’T YOU MISSING SOMEONE?!”

Sabine automatically assuming Zeb did something to Ezra. <3

Hera full-naming Zeb. <333333

A couple people pointed out before that Ezra flinches pretty noticably when Kallus reaches for him, and Kallus definitely marks that reaction with his eyes.  It’s such a quick little sequence but it’s fascinating in the layers it suggests.

I reiterate: The subtle facial animation is this show is fantastic.  The minute little emotions that you can pick up tell so much story.

Chopper voting with Hera to go back for Ezra. <333333333333333  The murder hobo does have a heart.

I love the little sideglance these troopers give each other after Ezra seals them in.  You can’t even see their faces but you know they’re chagrined all, “Oh.  Ohhhh we’re in so much trouble.”

And the joke is even followed up on when Kallus demands to know how Ezra escaped and this poor dude just has all the notes of, “This is the worst day of my life.” in his voice lololol.

I gotta gives props to Taylor Gray, he pulls off Ezra’s impersonations really well.

So how much do you want to bet Kallus had unfortunate flashbacks every time one of Sabine’s bombs threw him?

“I’m sure your parents must be worried sick.”  “I don’t have parents.”

*URGE TO ADOPT HIM INTENSIFIES*

(Also, same, Hera, same.)

Speaking of entire stories being told in the subtle expressions...

Tangenting here a little bit, I’ve seen more than one bad faith reading chiding Kanan and especially Hera for “manipulating Ezra into being a child soldier” and hnnghghghgkjgdksh could you guys have any worse comprehension?

Ezra’s fate, narratively and meta-textually speaking, was sealed the moment he volunteered the information about the Wookies and actively took part in their rescue.  He didn’t have to do any of that.  He could have stayed quiet.  He didn’t.  He could have made Hera drop him off first.  He didn’t.  He could have stayed on the ship the whole rescue.  He didn’t.  And yeah, some of the reason why is because Hera told him it was better to fight for others than only for himself, but also have you considered that Ezra maybe is just that selfless at heart?

(See above where his Establishing Character Moment was saving that fruit vendor.)

ANYWAY, if he hadn’t done any of that, Kallus would have never seen him leap far higher than he was supposed to be able to, and would never have marked him as a Force Sensitive, would never have alerted the Inquisitor to him and basically marked him as a target.

Any time the local Lothal garrison spotted him, their impetus would be his capture and/or extermination.  Ditto for when news eventually reached the Inquisitorius.

The safest place for him was absolutely staying with the Ghost (where he could be trained to protect himself) and they even gave him the choice about it.

To say that he was manipulated or guilted by Hera into following instincts that were already inside him denies Ezra his narrative agency; he chose to become a Rebel and fight against the Empire.  Hera might have awakened his heroism but it was Ezra who Answered The Call.

All right, tangent over.

Oh ho man, you can tell they went into this with zero plans to redeem Kallus.

I mean, I’m glad that it happened, I definitely enjoy that aspect of his character.  But there was noooooo groundwork laid for it in these early episodes lol.

Writers got halfway in and realized, “Shit, we like him.” and then had to scramble to come up with something, which, I mean... I relate.

Ah, here’s what I mean when I say Luke’s theme is used primarily as a shorthand for the element of heroism.

And for an example of what I’m talking about re: cinematic camera motion, there’s the bit right where the crew charges out of the cargo hold onto the platform on Kessel.  The camera is behind our subjects and instead of immediately cutting to an exterior shot (which would be perfectly acceptable), instead it sort of rolls out behind them, pushing down and forward with them, for a more dynamic shot.

Add several tracking shots after that, that basically follow specific characters, and with that simple cinema magic, the action sequence feels more frenetic and energized.

Gosh, Ezra was so tiny back in Season One.

I do like this cue right here, when the Imperial ship drops in, don’t know if it’s generic action filler or it becomes a leitmotif later, will have to pay attention I guess.

With context from A New Dawn, we know that Kanan has not ignited his lightsaber since Order 66, though he apparently came pretty close it in that book.  I just find it rather beautiful and poetic that the Force tells him it’s time right when he has a padawan to protect. :)

And this reveal is still excellently done, fine candidate for my personal No Context Signature Scene Test (that being a scene which, when shown in isolation, showcases off the best of a movie or show and entices watchers to check out the rest, it must do a good job of selling the work, essentially).

POV shot as Kanan stands up out of cover, cut to in front of him, the action music drops out and fades into the Force Theme and Kanan just kind of... casually walks through shots, leaning around them, the sound gets muted slightly, we get the gunslinger shot of the lightsaber pieces clicking together and then the Force Theme gets a bass drum flare to emphasize the moment.  Awed looks from everyone.  A triumphant musical cue.

Even Kallus is unnerved for a second lol.

And I love the verbal hesitation when he says, “Focus your fire on... on the Jedi.” like he can’t even believe he’s saying that.

Is it any wonder why I love the whole Rebellion Era Jedi aesthetic?  It does such a good job of encapsulating pure eucatastrophe, the sudden happy turn for good, a beacon of light and hope breaking through the darkness and despair.

The Wookies look at Kanan like a living legend has stepped out of the pages of their storybooks.

HNGH no one touch me.

And of course, Kanan stepping up immediately inspires Ezra to do the same, I love these two so much.

Wilhelm scream, lol.

See people, Kallus already associates Ezra with Kanan and has marked them as a master-padawan pair, there was no chance Ezra was going to just be able to keep his head down and live his life after this.

And again with the subtle expressions, there’s just a flash of sadness from Ezra here as he watches Kitwarr reunite with his dad, HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE HOW UTTERLY EXPRESSIVE THE FACES ARE IN THIS SHOW?

I do kind of wonder what made Ezra decide to swipe Kanan’s lightsaber.

He had a thought to sell the holocron but honestly it seems like he wanted to keep the saber.  As a keepsake?  To use?

Honestly though I love it when writers have Force Sensitives just kind of compulsively drawn to Jedi artifacts and tools.  Like some part of them is called by the Force within the items.

There’s a really cute, almost shy way that Sabine ducks into her shoulders here.  I see it in amvs all the time but no one ever really talks about it.

I mean, along with Chopper’s sad little moan I think it’s meant to convey that they’re already fond of him and regret him having to leave.

Chopper loved Ezra from the beginning and only gave him grief because that’s how he shows affection change my mind.

Ezra does not take Zeb’s playful hit well, flinches like he did with Kallus.  Of course later he’d get used to it but right now Ezra definitely does not associate roughhousing with affection.

Ezra gets so timid in his body language here.

I... I would really love to know how Kanan got up the tower.  Where exactly is the turbolift in this thing?  Is it in Ezra’s room?  How’d Kanan sneak past?

I know we’re meant to believe Kanan is physically there and just Batmans in and out but honestly I don’t blame the people with the wild theory that Ezra’s having a vision of Kanan in this moment.

Speaking of Ezra’s timid body language, have you noticed how often he crosses his arms, in an insecure kind of self-protective fashion?  This all but goes away in the later seasons as he grows up.

Aaaaaand we hear a snatch of Leia’s theme as Obi-Wan’s message plays again, a little musical Call Forward to the princess’s iconic plea for help perhaps?

Interestingly it fades into a very understated version of Luke’s theme, without the full orchestral accompaniment, just a single trumpet and then some quiet strings playing the notes.

I’m going to have to pay attention but I’m tentatively hypothesizing that Leia’s theme will primarily represent the aspect of hope in the series, to accompany Luke’s representing the idea of heroism.

Hope and heroism, two classic archthemes of Star Wars, lol.

Maybe it’s fitting that Ezra’s theme kind of blends the feel of both of the twins’.

On a completely different note, nice to see composer Kiner keeping in the tradition of assigning the Ominous Latin Chorus to the villains, lol.

I like Grand’s theme, it’s reminiscent of the Emperor’s, all bass male voices and dark minor chords in the strings.

I warned y’all I was gonna be talking about the soundtrack a lot in these.

And that’s the pilot premiere down.  Some people said they found it hard to get into the series at first, but I was never one of them, the pilot had me hooked from the get go.  Granted it was my birthday and I was a bit, ah... sloshed at the time.

Still, there was pretty much no way I wasn’t going to be into this show.  The classic Star Wars feel, the lovely animation, the fact that Ezra was basically exactly My Type... (Orphan, tragic backstory, Hero Complex, heartwarming relationship with (surrogate) father figure, this boy was ticking off boxes left and right lemme tell ya.)

Pilot still holds up.  Not every show’s first episode does but this one does.

This was a fun exercise.  I think I’m going to try to knock one of these out a day at a time until Ahsoka drops, maybe not as in-depth and rambly as this one, but we’ll see.

Until tomorrow then.

[ohanny]

pit babe/tldhlb zombie au pls? 👀

(also your pit babe posts are always ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ok) (this for you <3333333)

@cryingatships, sorry this took a while and the formating probably makes no sense and none of them are siblings for plot reasons but here is season 1 of the walking pit babe:

1. babe is lowkey rick grimes like he wakes up from a coma in the middle of a zombie apocalypse. but i will stop there because i think this would make charlie lori and way shane and oh no. but he will totally shamble his way through the deserted city, be totally bamboozled but badass about encountering zombies and then he stumbles upon a camp full of people including his old friend way but most importantly charlie, the absolute puppy eyed sweetheart who actually engineered their entire defense system.

i think it would actually make sense that babe and way were both cops and partners. charlie was like the classic engineering student together with his little brother jeff. alan is still a mechanic and basically hijacked a bus to rescue people and drive them out of the city to safety. north and sonic would be there as well and sonic is lowkey the entire camp’s adopted little brother. he has a mild form of asthma but is very stubborn to be included in everything. north hovers around him 24/7 and no one knows their exact relationship status.

2. one day as way and babe are out looting, they run into kim. kim is in a pretty bad shape - more bruise than man and dragging his right leg that is busted to the degree it might be broken - and they mistake him for a zombie. then he almost head shots babe, calls them idiots for trying to sneak up on him and actual zombies show up so they form a tentative alliance and - despite way’s scepticism - take kim with them to the camp. he gets some basic medical attention after proving he hasn't been bitten or scratched and then delivers a grand warning to the group about a big horde of zombies heading their way.

now, charlie immediately believes kim and brings up a radio message he has been picking up, a call to survivors to gather in a former hospital only a couple of hours drive away. he thinks they should move and way? way disagrees big time. he hates that babe has gotten so close to charlie. hates how effortlessly that happened and how usually ever so distrustful babe seems to trusts charlie blindly. so he goes off on charlie. he isn't nice about it. he drags charlie and he drags kim and basically convinces everyone to stay put and babe is furious with him.

3. so obviously it so happens that the zombie horde kim mentioned does attack the camp and bunch of people die and they escape in a mad scramble. babe thinks it’s all way’s fault. (way also thinks it's all his fault.) together in their van babe, charlie, alan, jeff, north, sonic and kim decide to follow charlie’s mystery radio transmission (yes, way is also there but no one is asking for his opinion anymore at this point) which of course leads them to a hospital and… pete!

yes, pete is a doctor. he's been trying to research stuff about zombies but he's just one man with limited resources. at least he has a splint and crutches for kim, food and plenty of rooms with actual beds. (and you know… lube and stuff. charlie and babe take shameless advantage of this.) pete and alan get along amazingly well. they are like two jedis coming together to lead the circus. (jeff does not want to think about why this makes him so annoyed.) way skulks around like a cursed doll with sad eyes. (pete finds him bewitching and engages him in late night rooftop discussions.)

4. obviously there is trouble on the horizon. see, pete loves his base of operations but he's increasingly worried about a much larger compound some hours away and the fact the looters are nearing their location. all pete has heard are nasty rumours from stragglers heading to the opposite direction and when he mentions the name “tony,” the oddest thing happens. kim drops his crutches and his voice is strangled when he asks pete for their exact location on a map.

because YES, plot twist, kim came from tony’s compound. and he didn't leave voluntarily. he was out hunting with kenta when a horde of zombies separated them and he got hurt and and lost and fell into a river or whatever and ended up in the woods where way and babe found him. he's horrified because he knows what kind of a monster tony is (hint: cannibalism) but full of anxious, desperate yearning (if given a choice he'd never have left that hell hole without the love of his life). he knows he can't let none of these people near tony and very clearly communicates it. he also knows that busted leg or not, he can't leave kenta behind. not again.

5. in the season finale, kim goes to way. they don't like each other but kim knows way is protective and has nothing to lose. and honestly? they only mean to leave the hospital to do some snooping, maybe lay down a false trail. kim is still pretty helpless with his leg and well aware two men can't do shit against tony’s fanatic paramilitary operation. of course it goes to shit pretty much immediately, season finale style. babe, paranoid about way’s intentions follows them. instead of running into traces of tony’s men, they run into actual men who clock kim pretty damn fast. and yes, there are zombies because i did not forget this entire thing was supposed to be about zombies.

the final scene is of kim, babe and way being escorted into an arena of sorts, hands tied behind their backs, bags over their heads. they are forced to kneel on the sand, smelling rot and hearing the jeering of people and the moaning of the undead. when the bags get ripped off their heads the first thing they see is a bunch of zombies shackled into stakes on the other side of the pit. then their eyes travel up to the best seats in the house where tony is holding court, glaring down at them. and right behind tony’s shoulder? kenta, his eyes widening in horror as he realizes who his father has imprisoned.

[phoenixyfriend]

Rex/Ventress for that ship meme!

Put a ship in my ask and I will tell you a bit about how each of the following scenarios would go down for them:

Fake dating I think the best way for this to go down is that the two of them run into each other while on unrelated undercover missions at the same event. They are very Not Subtle about noticing and recognizing each other, and people can tell, and they stumble their way into claiming they're a couple when trying to explain. They have to run with it, which involves getting in each others' way a lot because their respective missions aren't actually compatible.

Bodyswap A primary conflict here would be "Ventress no longer has access to the Force, and thus feels as though she's lost an entire sense, and is kind of freaking out about it" and "Rex now has the Force, and is wearing a body that is addicted to the dark side, and he has precisely zero experience in controlling it." They're stuck trying to find/relocate the other person in order to switch back, and the whole situation is Not Helped by the Force situation.

Sexpollen/fuck or die/aliens made them do it Eeeeeeeeh classic plot format, captured by Zygerrian Slavers who want them To Breed to see if they can get some Strong And Durable babies out of these new holdings.

Dark!fic [buries face in hands] Ventress (threatens to) torture Rex for information. He's unwillingly and unreasonably into it. Things spiral, and it gets worse before it gets better.

Secret kinks I think Ventress wants Rex to tie her up. I have malleable headcanons as far as kink goes for most characters, including Ventress, but with Rex, I think she's a bondage bottom.

Their first kiss Definitely a rough and bloody and "covered in ash and dirt" mid-battle sort of thing.

Meeting the parents [stares at keyboard] I think the closest thing either of them has left to a parent is Dooku? Jango and Ky are dead, and Ventress doesn't know really know her bio mom or Talzin, so uh. I guess. I guess Rex has to beg Obi-Wan for lessons on The Right Spoons For The Eight Course Meal so he can go meet Ventress's grump grandpa in a setting that isn't attempted murder.

Moving in together I am not convinced either of them knows how to go about finding an apartment. They've both lived either With An Adult or In Military Housing for most of their lives. I mean, Ventress probably did something between leaving Ratattak and finding Dooku, but I doubt it was legally signing a lease, you know? I think they move into a wing of Dooku's castle for about five weeks before they're looking for a way out and move to Coruscant or something and just temporarily end up in a Jedi Temple apartment while searching for housing because living with Dooku is suffocating, even with an entire castle to avoid each other in.

A crossover of my choice Okay I know this is a little stupid but please imagine them dressed up as MCU Hawkeye and Black Widow thank you

An au of my choice Some kind of fairy tale AU where Rex is a brave knight in shining armor and Ventress is the Intimidating Witch that he needs to confront and defeat in order to Gain A Useful Object for whatever fairy tale plot he's following, but he somehow ends up dating the witch by the end? She's not a good witch yet, but she's not attempting murder, so it's fine.

[kedsandtubesocks]

I blame @andypantsx3 for sending the discord server a pic of Jedi Shouto and then @willowser for sending me deeper into the spiral but here i am with a surprise piece for him and our little scrappy scavenger reader, yes I wrote this in a possessed rush I’m sorry

.・゜゜・・゜゜・．.・゜゜・・゜゜・．

You’ve been in fights before.

“You’re scrappy.” Maru, your dearest Jawa companion, told you and even added that you maybe were part feral womp rat. Yes you can throw a punch of course and you have your blaster for a reason. But you rely on your wits. So you appreciate someone who can fight.

And the Jedi before you fights with something akin to grace.

Two black cloaked individuals got the jump on you and Todoroki. You were knocked flat on your ass with your blaster flung far away from your reach. The streets of Coruscant scrambled at the sight of the battle, leaving the Jedi with the two mystery assailants.

He is outnumbered.

Yet Todoroki without any hesitation ignites not one but two lightsabers to life and you’re electrified with shock.

You knew Jedi all wielded a saber. For him to have two makes your race thinking of how strong he must be.

And…how much money you’ll get for selling not one but two sabers now when you eventually rob this foolish Jedi.

Strangely the sabers are two different colors. One is the classic icy blue and the other is a bright crystal white. The movements of the two create cloud like swirls as Todoroki moves with them fluidly.

His swipes and parrying attacks drip with years of discipline. He’s a skilled warrior, deadly and precise. Watching him ignites a heat under your skin that feels itchy and tight. Todoroki is man who makes you wonder sometimes if his mind is a cinder block. He’s ridiculous, annoying, and strikingly blunt.

But he’s beautiful, a warrior carved from composed power. And your heart is caught up in the gravity of his spiraling force.

The enemies flee and instead of chasing after them, Todoroki rushes to you. His two sabers and their bright colors go silent.

“Are you alright?” His dual colored eyes scan you for injuries.

“I’m fine you idiot! Go after them!” You shriek angrily.

“No.” He sternly replies, helping you to your feet. “Your safety comes first.”

You want to hiss at him for being a moron but also at what his words do to your heart.

In the quiet release of the battle diminishing, curiosity starts to peck at you.

“So…didn’t know you had two lightsabers.” You begin casually.

“Yes, it’s not very common.” Todoroki agrees

It fits him. His dual hair, his two planet like eyes so different in colors - of course he would also have two distinctly different sabers.

“That’s…neat.” It’s a lame response but it’s all you can muster up. “Didn’t even realize you could pick two different colors.”

“Normally you can’t.” Todoroki replies quietly and a small moment passes.

“The white one is my brother’s.”

Your eyes go wide.

“Wait, you have a brother who was also a Jedi?” You never even knew he had siblings. You now realize with a grim seriousness you know nothing about your makeshift comrade.

“I did.” Todoroki nods and lifts the saber in question into his hands.

You get a good look at the weapon. The metal is a clash between silver and burnt edges. It seems as if it’s been forged together by a great heat. Even some of the ridges are melted. Multiple scratches scatter around the edges. This saber feels as if it crawled out the depths of something dangerous and burnt away all the regality the Jedi are known for.

“Seems like its seen better days.” You mutter.

“This was his saber before he passed away.” Todoroki in his gentle composed voice reveals the history of the blade. His words shoot your heart out of your chest.

Oh.

Your eyes flicker fast to Todoroki who keeps his attention on the lightsaber. You have never seen him look this way, so distant with an ancient sorrow in his gaze.

“I’m…I’m sorry about your brother.” You mean your words.

“Thank you.”

To fight with a weapon bathed in such heartache but in such connection says much about the Jedi before you. It also makes you curious about him even more.

“Come on.” You playfully elbow your Jedi. “Let’s see if we can find where those pieces of shits went.”

“Afterwards I want noodles from that diner you took us to.” Todoroki says matter of factly.

“You and those damn noodles! You know you can order something else.” You tease.

“No.” His flat out response makes you roll your eyes.

The streets of the city planet are never quiet. In that commotion you are caught up in your thoughts.

The deal you made with the syndicate leader flashes fierce and poisonous in your mind. You swore you would sell him a Jedi’s lightsaber to pay off your debt. Maker, just a few moments ago you were getting excited at the prospect of getting to snag two sabers.

Yet the tender sadness shimmering in the Jedi’s eyes cuts through all of those thoughts.

To fight with the relic of a loved one, one composed of heartache and depth, tells you how heartfelt this man is. He even trusted you with that truth.

It all releases a sinking guilt you haven’t felt in a long time. You want to hiss feral and angry at the ache swirling in your chest like an actual womp rat. It’s enough that you think maybe…maybe you won’t snag Todoroki’s second saber just yet.

Not just because it’s his dead brothers, because yes even as a scoundrel scavenger, you have your limits...

But because your heart feels as if it’s been snagged and caught on not one but both of this Jedi’s dangerous light blades.