#i love the jedi so much 🥺🥺🥺 | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

il-predestinato · 5 months

Note

hello beautiful elle

since it is going to be a long 3 months without our boys could you please recommend some fics that you liked? cause i really like your writings and how realistic they are and i wanted to get some of you suggestions for the break!

love you loads

Thank you, lovely anon, for your very kind message! 🥺 I must admit I have fallen behind in reading fics. I am sure I am forgetting some excellent Lestappen fics/writers, but these are some of my all-time favourites!

Lestappen Fic Recs:

And in the end I will seek you out amongst the stars by mandzilkos (@geeeooorrrge) - rating: G, 22k words

Soulmate AU where you see in black and white until you meet your soulmate, and the world goes back to black and white after your soulmate dies. This is ALWAYS the first Lestappen fic that comes to mind whenever anyone asks for a recommendation, and it is probably my all-time favourite. The fic that inspired me to write Lestappen, if I'm honest.

getting half of you just ain't enough by shybear_styles - rating: E, 20k words

The friends with benefits story that spans the 2019 season. The only thing better than amazing smut is amazing smut with feels. For sure a top 5 fic in the Lestappen fandom for me. Also, this author is simply amazing in general and you should read all of her fics! I haven't given up hope that she will return one day and write more Lestappen. 🤧

you feel the mornin' feel by shybear_styles - rating: M, 3.3k words

Remember that time Sebastian Vettel asked Charles, "Is he [Max] pretty?" And we never got an answer because Charles descended into gay panic? Well, worry not! We get an answer in this fic.

Monaco Malaise by ProngsfootxJily (@cupidskissx) - rating: E, 8k words

Rivals with benefits, takes place after the 2021 Monaco Grand Prix. Yes, this one is delicious smut but also a character study. Both of them are written so well, and it leaves you begging for more. Don't forget to check out the equally amazing sequel! (Don't worry, I have been relentlessly harassing her to write the sequel's sequel.)

algorithm by Anney (@badboy-george) - rating: M, 17k words

In a world where F1 uses simulation-based compatibility tests, five times Max doesn't find the right partner and the one time he does. Black Mirror ("San Junipero" and "Hang the DJ") vibes in the best way. Another one of my absolute favourite fics. If you've read any Lestappen fics, you've probably read "Every Other Sunday." This one is simply a masterpiece by the immensely talented Anney; definitely check out her other fics!

panem et circenses by Anney - rating: E, 13.2k words

Wow - simply devastating, haunting, an ode to these two as drivers, set in a dystopian future AU. The world building is absolutely incredible, but at its heart is such a beautiful story of love and hope. This one doesn't get enough recognition. (TW: implied non-con, not between Lestappen.)

Unlearn by wantinghopingwriting (Tazza1993) (@lightsoutfullhearts) - NR, 45k words

This is another all-time favourite, a must-read. Fake/pretend relationship to lovers multi-chapter story that is ever so satisfying; both of them are so well characterized. Set in a parallel-ish 2022 season. I really cannot recommend this one enough.

the edge of what can be loved by Ledger_m (@the-last-jedis) - rating: T, 13k words

The third wheel fic from the perspective of Max and Charles' various "Steves." It's funny, heartwarming, and everyone on the grid is nosy as fuck.

Charles Leclerc vs Red Bull caps by Ledger_m - rating: T, 6.4k words

Charles is the hero we all need, as he goes on a mission to get rid of all of Max's stupid Red Bull caps. This is REQUIRED reading! Kami is a genius. Go read all of her fics.

If You Don't Play, You'll Never Win by antimonyandthyme (@antimonyandthyme) - rating: T, 4.1k

Post 2021 Monaco Grand Prix. Max wants to take their relationship further; Charles... doesn't. Oh my God, where do I begin to describe how much I love this fic. The language is beautiful, both of them are so well-written, and I feel punched in the gut over and over again in the best way. The ending (well, the whole thing) is so damn satisfying.

all's well that ends well (to end up with you) by stylestappen (@stylestappen) - rating: G, 3k words

Max has a meltdown in the cereal aisle (yes, the cereal aisle) at 3 am when he realizes he is in love with Charles despite the latter's questionable taste in cereal. Dani has an absolutely wicked sense of humour! (Although I don't understand what she has against cocoa puffs 😭.) She also wrote a banger of a Lestappen soon-to-be teammates fic, so make sure to check out her profile.

Max Verstappen: Spotify Extraordinaire by frnndtorres - rating: G, 26k words

Max makes Spotify playlists for the grid. Fluffy, funny, care-free, liberal use of nicknames, with a healthy dose of feels between Max and Charles. A really fun read.

i love the way your green eyes mix with that malibu indigo by altissimozucca (@altisssimozucca) - rating: G, 11k words

Max and Charles spend summer of 2020 together in Malibu and try not to fall in love. Spoiler alert: they fall in love. I feel the urge to explain something: When I first started reading Lestappen, there were less than 250 fics in their entire tag (yeah I know, we are currently close to 3000 fics, which is insane). From 2019-2021, we truly lived off crumbs. So trust me when I say that we owe so much to altissimozucca, who wrote something like 40% of the fics in the Lestappen tag and nearly single-handedly kept us fed in those days. It's so hard to pick one of her fics to recommend, so make sure you check out her profile for more!

#803442 by altissimozucca - rating: M, 1k words

Max and Charles celebrate the end of the 2019 season in a hotel room. So soft, so fluffy, so satisfying.

Bruises by eefiplier - rating: E, 5.1k words

I think of this one as THE Lestappen smut fic. Oh my God, it's 5k words of amazing established relationship smut with all the feels. A classic. I can read this one over and over again.

outside the box by playclock (@endowataru) - rating: M, 6.1k words

Max falls in love with Charles' driving... oh and Charles himself too. They are ultra competitive idiots who are madly in love. There aren't enough established relationship fics out there, but this one is simply amazing. And don't forget to check out this author's profile for additional Lestappen fics. I promise every single one is a banger!

i made it link by link by purpleglasseswrites (@f-ferrari-forever) - rating: M, 4.2k words

Charles and Max try to be kinky, but who are they kidding - they are far too vanilla for that stuff. 🤣 This one is so sweet, and don't forget to read the sequel!

One man's trash, another man's treasure by AzziNow (@track-terror-apologist) - rating: T, 4.2k words

Charles turns into a raccoon and terrorizes everyone except Max. (Well, he terrorizes Max too... slightly.)

Call it madness, call it love… by AzziNow - rating: M, 3.5k words

Ferrari auctions off Charles for charity. No angst, just fluff. Alpha!Max/Alpha!Charles. So I confess that I never read A/B/O fics. There's nothing wrong with it - just not my cup of tea. But I really enjoyed this one. Al has such a chaotic sense of humour.

it all reminds me of you by grandprix (@grandprix-ao3) - rating: E, 3k words

Secret relationship Lestappen with flashbacks. Oh the yearning, the desire, the smut - incredibly satisfying. I must put a plug-in for this author's other Lestappen fics as well. Never misses - make sure to check them out!

burning you into my mind by thightattoos - rating: E, 4.1k words

Porn with feels and possessiveness. You cannot ask for anything more. I must have read this one a dozen times.

an evil plan or two by witchee_writer - rating: T, 5.2k words

Max and Charles are roped into a plan to get Brocedes back together; they come to a few realizations along the way. The only thing better than a Lestappen fic? A Lestappen AND Brocedes fic!

Fine Line by empireoffclouds - rating: NR, 7k words

One of the more light-hearted enemies to friends to lovers fics. I absolutely adore their dynamic here - it's snarky, warm, but also so them. The incomplete sequel is also a super fun read.

Into Darkness Of Thought by flamingosarepink - rating: T, 1k words

After the 2019 Japanese Grand Prix, Charles thinks Max isn't coming back to their shared space.

steal softly under castle walls by untouchableocean - rating: G, 521 words

Max gets home late from Milton Keynes and Charles has already fallen asleep. Short, tooth-rooting fluff of the best kind.

Zoomies by greeny1710 (@maxlambiase) - rating: E, 2.2k words

This one is just hilarious. A (mostly) naked Max walks into Charles' team Zoom call during the COVID lockdown.

...and many, many more that I'm sure I have forgotten! 🙈 You can also check out my AO3 bookmarks (the first few pages are pretty much all Lestappen fics).

Please remember to leave kudos and comments for these amazing writers. The talent in this fandom is absolutely incredible. They all deserve so much recognition. Happy reading!

#max verstappen #charles leclerc #lestappen #lestappen fic #fic recs #elle.ask #anon #a list of incredibly talented people #for reference #fave

693 notes · View notes

saintmurd0ck · 8 months

Text

lakeside dreamin'

masterlist

pairing: jedi general anakin skywalker x f!reader

summary: anakin reminisces about your lives together while he's away fighting in the clone wars

warnings: heavy angst, mentions of canon events in TCW, canon typical mentions of warfare, some smut/spice, mentions of sex, minors DNI 18+ only

a/n: to the one anon who requested this maybe a year ago? i saw clone wars anakin and it was over for my brain 🫠 anyway love you guys and leave a comment or reblog if you liked this! 🥺

song pairing: love on the brain (rihanna)

The war was taking its toll.

Day after day, planet after planet, all Anakin knew now was his place on the battlefield. And his role in leading the victory for the Jedi and the Republic, even though their dogma preached peace, not violence. Every skirmish brought a new kind of horror to his once uncomplicated life, whether it was watching Separatist droids and clone troopers alike, cut down as easily as marsh reeds, or the simple fact that his relationship with the Force was dwindling towards something impure. Something he couldn’t make sense of, and would surely raise more questions than answers if he were to confide in his Masters. It wasn’t that he contemplated reaching towards the Dark side, or thought of the kind of evil only the Sith could endure; it was more like an isolating numbness that spread from within, and before long, Anakin felt the cloud settle over his mind.

He was tired of seeing smoke — the kind that billowed in every direction, stinking of despair and lost hope on his front, despite the war turning to the Republic’s favour. It was the sound of unending blaster fire and the repetitive ignition of his lightsaber that haunted his nightmares, and with only the company of his clone legion, his Padawan Ahsoka and the occasional appearance from Obi-Wan, he felt himself starting to slip.

He was overwhelmed, and encumbered with burden.

Never before had he experienced such guilt, anger and suffering — towards his army, towards the civilians caught in the crossfire, and towards his relationship with you.

The secret life the two of you led, away from the Order, felt like something out of another galaxy, another lifetime. It was as if eons had passed since he’d last seen you, and yet the world was constantly evolving — not towards freedom, but into a more destructive version of its past. Even for a Jedi General (and, one could argue, because he was a Jedi General), Anakin had little comfort, and much less sway in which systems he visited and what he took part in. Seeing you was absolutely out of the question, but it wasn’t like he bothered to even ask, out of fear of inviting a lecture from Obi-Wan, or Maker-forbid, an audience with Master Yoda.

At least things like facilitating training for the Onderon rebels allowed him to feel more of himself, and to an extent, a sort of unity with the Council, but all of that was quickly replaced by the more sinister side of the Separatist Alliance, such as the trainwreck on Zygerria. Liberation didn’t exist there. Not until Anakin showed up.

It was these events that really compelled him to look inwards, to not just seek the Force’s guidance, but to use it in tandem with a coping mechanism that would get him through the war.

And so the vignettes began. Slowly, at first.

It started off as little glimpses of your life together, slices of euphoric nostalgia that weaved their way into Anakin’s being. He didn’t realise just how much he yearned for you; not simply the way your skin felt on his, but the pureness of your energy, the reminder that good truly did exist in this world. As much as these images were a solace to his sanity, they brought about a sense of malaise. Contrition, actually, if he sought the Force for the purpose of clarity. Even though it all existed in his head, allowing himself these indulgences felt like once again, he was breaking Code.

But could it really have been that bad, if it honed his focus? If it drew him back to the bigger picture, of the why? Reminding himself of who it was he fought for didn’t erase the atrocities, but it gave him that flicker of hope, knowing that the sum of his actions equalled a better world for you.

And some selfish, miniscule part of him figured that if he could lead the victory, he’d be pardoned when the Order inevitably found out about the life the two of you shared. It isn’t as if no-one already knew. He was sure Ahsoka was aware. Rex, too. He doubted when it came to Obi-Wan, but then again very little got past his Master.

While the memories of you lay fresh before his eyes, they seemed to sharpen at specific points throughout the day; often in the thick of battle, or when he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in a cold sweat, nothing but thin shafts of moonlight illuminating his body. It’s like they were stitched perfectly amongst the real action, scattered at perfect intervals that jerked his body into manoeuvre.

The sweetest images had always featured the lake.

Armed with nothing more but his wits, his back pressed against the cold, wet stone in a cave on Vanqor, he reminisced about that first night with you by the lakeside. The sweet smell of wildflowers carried in the breeze, heightened by his affinity for the Force. He recalled the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore, and how the two moons cast their milky glow upon the shimmering surface of the water. And you — radiant, almost ethereal in the soft light, and the way your lips brushed against his neck, filling him with the kind of heat that flooded all at once. Not even the screech of the pursuing gundark could have interrupted this moment in time. He felt his breathing go ragged, because he remembered what happened next. He gritted his teeth, thinking about the way he moved inside you, and how you tangled your fingers in his hair, pressing chaste kisses to his mouth, his chest, whispering his name in sinful bliss. The gundark didn’t stand a chance. Not when Anakin’s motivation for getting out alive laid in sweet promise, embedded in these visions.

His name felt the most natural rolling off your tongue, nevermind that that was truly the last real thing he possessed, unmarred by time and the influence of the Jedi. In that moment, when you’d taken him over the edge with you, crying his name so loud he swore someone had heard, he knew he’d give it over to you if you’d asked.

He thought of the lake again when he was in Felucia, crouched low amongst the sillum. His lightsaber grew heavy in his hand, the ridges suddenly awkward in his palm, but the grip he’d started to lose on his lifeline gave rise to something he couldn’t ignore.

It was another temperate day and the sun had created the most brilliant reflections on the surface of the lake. With the grasses and trees swaying in the wind, Anakin closed his eyes, reaching out with the Force. He didn’t prod or poke, but rather he cast a wide net, a delicate caress, to connect with the life that teemed. It sang to him in a multi-layered harmony, acting as a prominent reminder that the Force flowed in all living things. And when his eyes fluttered open, he watched you carefully as you walked towards the water, your feet crunching on the smooth pebbles that made up the beach. You turned around to give him a dazzling smile, moving with deliberation to slip off your clothes. Your laughter echoed in the crisp air as you dived into the lake, disappearing under a swathe of emerald green, only to resurface in the middle with a large grin plastered to your face. He didn’t hesitate to jump in, to shed his clothing on the spot. A shudder ran down his spine at the thought of what happened shortly after.

Sometimes it was hard to return to the present, to remember that he’d sleep alone that night while you were only just waking up, systems away, most likely after another fitful slumber. There were times where he thought these visions would serve no other purpose than to derail him, when the temptation of your touch shadowed his desire for victory. These moments guided him to channel the Force within, so as to remind himself of why he was doing this in the first place. Because it was more than just a coping mechanism. It was an anchor. A thrumming pulse point. A gentle acknowledgement of the life he wanted to come back to.

It’s then that he wondered when enough would be enough, when the war would come to a stalemate, as it so often did in their history. The tide was turning, and he knew it.

And there it was again, that kernel of hope, that ember of light that shone in the depths of his soul. Even reduced to a ghost in his memory, you were tangible, so tangible now. He wouldn’t let the Separatists win. He couldn’t, because there was too much at stake. And so if thinking of you, in these ways, helped him remember that, he wasn’t going to stop.

Not for anyone.

#anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker angst #anakin skywalker x reader #anakin skywalker fanfiction #anakin skywalker fic #star wars smut #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars fanfiction #anakin x reader #anakin smut #anakin fanfiction #x reader #rhi writes 💻

457 notes · View notes

sugarrrvenomm · 10 months

Note

do you have any obi wan thots 🙏🤞

of course i do ! and im sorry its been so long besties !!im trying to get back in the swing of things, so heres a sloppy list of things that give me a heart beat in my pussy <3

i saw something on here the other day about pussy drunk obi-wan and I have not been able to stop thinking about it. him not wanting to come up from between your legs, looking at you with his beard sopping and a lazy smile and eyes half lidded. you’re sloppy wet but he keeps spitting on your pussy anyway, rubbing it around all foamy and thick with his fingers. “do you think I can make you squirt this time, darling?” making you come over and over again until you try to squirm away but he doesn’t let you. wraps a hand around your thigh to keep your cunt pressed against his mouth while his other hand presses soothing little circles into your tummy. “your clit is so cute when it’s all swollen and puffy…” before he’s grinding his nose into you and moaning into your pussy. ugh i just want him to suck my clit 🥺🥺🥺🫶

surprisingly sensitive obi-wan … loud in bed obi-wan … i like to think that jedi sex education has an emphasis on not being ashamed about your sexuality. obi-wan was never indoctrinated with that bullshit that makes men quiet in bed. he doesn’t care about coming off needy. he is needy. when your in his lap, and you run your hands over his chest and grab his pecs, running your nails over his nipples … he arches into the touch and lets out the sweetest little sounds …. “please, please. touch me.” he begs for you to fuck him, to suck his cock. when your on your knees teasing him, letting the fat head of his cock leak all over your cheeks but not putting it in your mouth, he can only half stop his hips from twitching. “suck me, please, sweetheart. I need your mouth, look how im dripping for you.”

JUST THE TIP OBI-WAN !!!! him just slipping the head in … feeling the way your pussy tries to pull him in deeper … eyes rolling back in his head from that alone and you KNOW that little piece of hair is falling in his face. you beg him to move but he can’t, can’t let his cock sit even an inch inside you for another second. he has to pull out and start thrusting against your cunt, the slide of it smooth and the sounds so fucking nasty cus you’re so wet and you’ve never seen his cock leak so much before … thrusting against you and the tip of him bumping your clit over and over … hot and soft and wet wet wet … until he shakes and whines “fuck!” and covers your pussy in his come, still fucking his softening cock against you until he’s slipping the head in again to push some of his load inside of you 💞💞…

getting put over obi-wans knee :)))) “you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” it should be corny, but coming out of his mouth, it’s not. he spanks you until you squirm, and then he’s tugging your panties down and starts laying into your bare ass with his big hand, over and over and over again. when you start tearing up, he asks “open your legs for me, honey” and you think you’re about to get some real relief but he just starts slapping your pussy and you pout and whine and beg with every harsh little tap against your drooling cunt and neglected clit. every few hits he stops to lick his hand.

self indulgent here but obi-wan calling you bunny <3 “do you know what bunnies do, my love? they bounce. can you come over here and show daddy what a good bunny you are?” while he strokes his big cock <3333

#after all of this he kisses my forehead btw ...#obi-wan smut #obi wan kenobi smut #obi wan x reader #obi wan kenobi x reader #🐇

412 notes · View notes

forever-rogue · 1 year

Text

Soon

AN | Here is one of the many ideas that I’ve had for Cal! Or - Cal Kestis visits you and holds the promise of a future together…finally 🥺 This contains no major spoilers for Survivor!

Warnings | None

Pairing | Cal Kestis x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 3k

Masterlist | SW Characters, Main

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You knew it was him from the moment you noticed the figure in the distance coming closer. There was a trademark swagger to his walk and his lithe silhouette gave him away every time. No matter how much you tried to suppress the excitement in your chest, it never seemed to work. Not when it came to him.

"Hello Cal Kestis," he stopped right in front of you, a roguish smile on his face. His hair was longer now, and he hadn't shaved in a bit and…he was sporting a black eye, a busted lip, and cuts all over his face. A sigh escaped your lips softly, "Cal."

"It's okay," he insisted softly, his hand instinctively went to your face as he brushed his knuckles across your cheek, "you should see the other guy."

"Cal."

"I know," he knew. Knew that nothing else but him mattered to you, "its nothing."

"You're going to give your daughter nightmares if she sees you like this," you leaned into his touch, "let me take care of you."

"I didn't come here for that," he whispered softly, a sheepish expression on his face. Despite everything he went through, he always managed to keep his boyish charm.

"I know," you promised, "but I also happen to be fond of you. Come on - she's still at daycare."

You reached for his hand and pulled him into the small house, mind already buzzing with the multitude of questions you had for him. It had been a while since you'd last seen him. Over a year.

You set him down on the edge of the tub in the 'fresher as you glanced through medical supplies you had. You'd kept way more on hand since you'd met him a few years ago. They came in handy.

"Do I want to know what happened?" You gently dabbed at his lip, wiping away the dried blood before tending to the scratches on his cheek.

"Probably not," he admitted softly, earning a quick nod from you. You grabbed some bacta gel and spread it around the dark bruising around his eye, "the last job didn't go so well."

You paused at the mention of his job. You knew what he did, more or less, but he never really went into details. For your sake and his.

"I'm glad you're okay," you looked up at him with wide eyes and he nodded softly, "please be careful."

"I am…" he caught your eye for a moment, watching as you raised your brows at him, "I will be."

"Promise me, Cal Kestis," you kneeled down so you were almost eye to eye with him, having to look up slightly, "please."

"I swear,” and he meant it. For himself, for you, and the daughter you shared.

You looked at him for a long moment. He'd become more hardened since you'd met him. But the boy you'd fallen in love with was still underneath it all. He didn't even know you loved him - at least you didn’t think he did. And you were almost positive that he didn’t feel that way about you.

You’d met by chance, became friends, and after a drunken one-night hookup ending up sharing a daughter. But that didn’t mean you didn’t love him; you did and you just wanted him safe and sound.

“Okay,” you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek before standing back up. He followed suit and you noticed the flush of pink on his face. You tried to ignore the butterflies as you trailed your fingers along his scruffy jaw, “this is new.”

“You hate it,” he teased, smiling at you in the crooked way that you adored.

“I like it actually,” you smirked at him, “suits you. Now c’mon, let’s grab some lunch and then we can get Tansy. And you can tell me all about your adventures.”

“Sounds good,” he agreed softly, “missed you both.”

Your heart skipped a few beats before you made a small sound in response. He was really making this whole only friends thing way too hard.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Tell me then,” you watched your favorite ginger jedi from across the table, relaxed at being in his presence again. You were sure that he could feel it, “what has been keeping you so occupied lately?”

“I…” he paused for a moment, looking around surreptitiously before leaning closer to you. You mirrored his action and motioned for him to go on, “I know I should have been back sooner.”

“Cal…”

“It’s not fair to Tansy for me to be gone so long,” he sighed lightly and you gave his hand a small squeeze, “or you-”

“Well, we didn’t exactly plan on…you know. Having a kid,” it definitely hadn’t been part of any plan you’d ever had. But still, he handled it beautifully and did his best to take care of both of you in his own way. After your daughter had been born, you’d been tempted to ask him to stay, to try and be a proper family, but you knew that wasn’t in his cards. You’d always known that - there was no way you’d keep Cal Kestis from fulfilling his destiny.

“No,” you might have been right, but he wouldn’t have changed a thing, “listen, I know this is going to sound crazy, and it probably is, but I think I…something’s happened.”

“Crazy? From you, jedi?” you whispered the last part, and brought a smile to his face, “tell me.”

“I went to Koboh to look for Greez for help with the Mantis after…a job on Coruscant that went wrong,” your heart constricted at the mere thought of something happening to him, “one thing led to another but basically we found out about this planet called Tanalorr.”

“Tanalorr. I’ve never heard of that…”

“Almost no one has,” his eyes practically glittered with excitement, “a jedi master found it hundreds of years ago and tried to…hide it basically. Keep it safe and untouched. If we find it, and assuming all of it’s true, it could be a place untouched by the Empire, and raiders, and anyone else. It could be a new home…we could be safe there.”

Your brow furrowed as you tried to process everything that he was saying. It all sounded so good and wonderful and the idea that there was a safe place somewhere in the galaxy made your heart yearn for the future. A future you could maybe share with Cal and your daughter as a family.

“Cal,” you sighed softly and noticed the way his face fell, “that sounds…amazing - truly. I know the jedi were - are - capable of amazing things. But this…it sounds like a tale told to keep children entertained.”

“It’s real,” he insisted, “I know it is. I’ve seen proof. I know it’s out there..I-I just have to find it. Then we could-”

“Wait, Cal, stop for a moment,” your face was a mask of worry despite your ebay efforts to keep it neutral, “you’re not seriously thinking about this, are you? This is crazy-”

“It’s a risk that could be worth everything,” he took your hand in both of his hands and held onto it tightly, “we wouldn’t have to worry about anything. We’d be safe.”

“If you don’t die trying to get there,” you whispered, “or what if you get there and it’s something completely different? I don’t…I can’t lose you, Cal.”

“There’s risk involved with everything - even you being here,” he closed his eyes and exhaled slowly, “but it’s a risk I have to take. I promise-”

“She’s like you,” you blurted out and caused Cal’s eyes to snap open and watch you closely. You pulled your hand away and swallowed the lump that had welled up in your throat, “Tansy…I think she’s like you. Sensitive.”

Oh. Oh. He knew, he’d always know that there was a high likelihood that his daughter would end up like him. Force sensitive. Back before the end of the Order, she would have likely already have been on her way to Jedi Temple on Coruscant. But now all it did was serve to put a giant target on her. A rush of pride and excitement flowed through him - along with a bundle of nerves settling into his stomach.

“How do you…know?”

“I’ve noticed her doing some things that a normal kid definitely couldn’t do,” you whispered, “you’ll have to tell me for me but…I think I’m right. Cal…this is really exciting but-”

“I’m scared,” he finished for you and you nodded lightly, “I will never do anything to put either of you in danger. I’ll keep you, both of you safe. I promise.”

“But how can I keep you safe?” your voice cracked slightly as you looked at him with concern. His expression was soft as you turned your head and wiped away the tears that had rolled down your cheeks, “Cal, I l-”

“Daddy!”

Tansy tore away from her babysitter, breaking into as much of a run as was possible for her little legs. You shook your head fondly before giving an apologetic expression to the twi'lek that cared for her.

"Tan Tan!" Cal dropped to a crouch so he could scoop her into his arms, embracing her tightly. The resemblance between the two of them was uncanny; she'd inherited his red hair and green eyes and already had his sense of adventure. The two of them were nothing but trouble together already, "I've missed you so much."

"Missed you too," despite the fact that he wasn't around all the time - he tried as best as he could to be there for her - you were happy that they shared such a close bond. She adored him as he did her, "are you staying?"

"Yes," he promised, peppering her chubby cheeks with kisses, "if that's okay with Mommy."

You caught for a moment, trying to hide the exasperated look on your face. Of course you wanted him to stay, but you also weren't finished with your previous conversation, "yes, of course. You're always welcome, Cal."

"Yay," Tansy wrapped her little arms around his neck and clung onto him like a koala, "I can show you my new toys!"

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"I think she's finally asleep," Cal quietly padded out of Tansy's room and made his way back over to you. You were in the living room, nursing a mug of tea and absentmindedly reading a holobook. He sat down next to you, tense for a moment as he anticipated your reaction, "she's got so much energy."

"She takes after you in so many ways," you put the book and turned to him with a soft smile. Cal mirrored it before, reaching over and gently tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. He’d been with you for a couple of weeks now, and you yearned for him to stay and make this your everyday reality. It would have been so easy…

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was barely above a whisper. One of the things you loved - and sometimes hated - about him was that he'd always been able to read you so easily.

"I wish you were here more often," you hated how small and pathetic your voice sounded as you shrugged your shoulders lightly, "not for my sake but hers. But it'd be nice knowing you are safe too."

The jedi paused for a long moment, the air thick with so many unsaid things. He allowed himself to catch a glimpse of your expression before sitting back and exhaling softly, "I love you, you know."

"Cal, you don't just have to say-"

"I'm not," he insisted firmly and your eyes widened in surprise, "you know I'd never lie to you or say anything I didn't mean. And I'm not just saying it because of Tansy. I mean it - I've always meant it."

"Oh. Oh," maker. Cal just said what you had wanted to say for so long but couldn't bring yourself to admit. Which meant he felt the same. He felt the same way. But there was still a put in your stomach, "why did you leave?"

He paused, his lips pulling into a thin line, "you knew I couldn't stay. Especially after you got pregnant. It wasn't safe for me to be here all the time. I just wanted you both safe."

"I know," and you had. Cal did everything with purpose…he wasn't the kind of man to anything without some consideration, "I know. But I still wish you were here more. And I feel so selfish for even thinking that."

"It's not selfish," he whispered, brushing his knuckles across your cheek, "I wish you were with me too. I think about every day, you know."

You managed a small, teary eyed little smile. He reached into the collar of his shirt and pulled out the chain that was nestled safely against his chest. A small gasp escaped your lips when you realized it was your necklace. The very same one you'd given him the first time he'd left you a few months after the two of you had met. You'd found out you were pregnant a few weeks later.

"You still have it," you traced your finger along the soft golden chain, causing his heart to skip a few beats from your tender touch, "after all this time."

"I've never taken it off," he put his hand on top of yours and lightly squeezed it, "sometimes I feel like this is the only thing that's kept me alive."

"I love you," your declaration was so quiet that Cal almost wasn't sure if he'd heard you correctly. Judging from the nervous look on your face, he was pretty sure you'd said that. You bit the inside of your cheek for a moment, "I just wanted you to know too."

"C'mere," his hands found your face and you had to work to keep a wistful sigh from escaping. You leaned in and before you could even think about it, he was kissing you. Softly and gently, but with everything he had to give. You didn't pull away from him until you were dizzied and breathless. He pressed his forehead against yours, smiling softly, "one day, I'll get to do this every day."

"Every day?"

"Yes," it was a promise, resolute and firm, "I just need a little more time. I want to follow this lead and find Tanalorr."

"Cal-"

"I'll be careful," the reassurance didn't ease your worry, "if it's safe and actually is what it'd supposed to be, I'll come for both of you and we can make a new home."

"And if it's not?"

"I'll find us somewhere safe," he trailed his fingers softly along your jaw, "I promise."

"Okay," you didn't want to agree but you also knew there was no way to talk Cal out of something when he was set in his ways. You fisted the front of his shirt in your hand and blink away the fresh tears, "promise me one more thing?"

"Anything," he brushed your tears away and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"Come back to us," his eyes softened as you silently pleaded for him, the force, the universe or whatever was out there, go make it come true, "please come back to us safely. I can't…I don't want anything to happen to you."

"I'll always come back to you," in your heart you knew he meant it, "and Tansy. I just need a little bit of time."

"Okay," you exhaled shakily, "okay. When were you thinking about leaving?"

"Now - tonight," that was enough to crush your spirit, "the sooner I'm gone, the sooner I'm back. And I…I think it might be easier if I'm gone tonight rather than leaving when she's awake."

"I hate that you're right," you huffed with laughter, but there was no amusement behind the sound, "come back soon?"

"As soon as I can," he wrapped you up in a tight hug, pulling as tightly against his chest as possible. You hugged him back just as fiercely, wishing you'd never have to let him go. He kissed the side of your head as you buried your face in his chest, "soon."

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"This is always the worst part," you stood on your doorstep in the middle of the night, bidding your goodbyes to Cal. Again. At least this time you knew it wouldn't be too long, "watching you go."

"Yeah," he cast a forlorn look towards the window of his daughter's room. His heart ached already, "its hard for me too. But this is the last time we'll have to be apart."

"Swear on it, Cal Kestis," you held out your pinkie and he couldn't help the laugh that reached your ears. He hooked his pinkie around yours and squeezed lightly, "or I'll find you and make you regret it."

"Swear," he brought your hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your palm, "I wouldn't put anything past you."

"Good," your heart fluttered at his kiss and you leaned in and pressed another to his lips, "see you soon."

"Soon," he agreed, kissing you a few more times, "I love you."

"I love you, Cal Kestis," you touched his cheek before whispering, "may the force be with you."

"And with you," he took one last look at you before taking a step back, "oh - you were right, you know. About Tansy."

"Oh," you looked at him with a wondrous expression, "oh?"

"We'll talk about it next time," he offered you a cheeky wink as you beamed at him, "just be happy with the knowledge that you were right."

"Like always," you held up a hand in a small, sad little wave, "goodbye, Cal."

"Not goodbye - see you soon, sweetheart."

#cal kestis #cal kestis x you #cal kestis x reader #cal kestis x fem!reader #cal kestis imagine #cal kestis one shot #cameron monaghan #jedi: fallen order #jedi: survivor #star wars

707 notes · View notes

xplore-the-unknwn · 1 year

Text

If you fall, catch you I will.

No. Not if but when. Yoda had said, When you fall, catch you I will. Had he known even then, seventy years ago, that this day would come?

Surely even Yoda could not guess that his star pupil would fall so very, very far.

"Come," Yoda said urgently. He put his hand once more on Dooku's arm. "Catch you, I said I would."

"Believe you must: more forgiveness will you find from your old Master than from the new one."

-Yoda: Dark Rendezvous by Sean Stewart

Part 2

Review:

This book brings a whole new light to Yoda's character! Seeing how fleshed out he is in the book, I find that I understand more of how right he is and have a newfound respect for him!

We are familiar with the Jedi’s non attachment and controlling of their emotions. With this it may seem like Yoda and the Council lacks empathy or care. But then this book gives us passages like this one from him:

Sometimes we forget that in Yoda's 800 years, he has lost more and endured more than Dooku would want to see. It doesn't mean he completely wiped out his emotions. Yoda even still carries the grief and loss.

Although, Dooku did have noble intentions, he wanted swift action to the injustices. He was not wrong to question the suffering all over the galaxy. A padawan also states the same-

And Yoda acknowledges it. There is darkness in everything, and it is a choice on what you do about the darkness. "Be the candle or the night."

This is how Dooku gets manipulated by Palpatine. Dooku by following the easy way(Dark side) became the coming darkness he always warned about. He served the Master who killed his padawan, his son. In the end, he killed more than he could've saved. It's tragic.

AND THIS is my favorite part of the book.

-After all these years, Yoda still gave him the choice to come back home to him. Because that is the Jedi way. That is the light. It is forgiveness as much as it is love. The Jedi, love! 🥺

#also it just occurred to me, throughout the book, Yoda pokes his fellow Jedi with his stick like the troll grandpa he is. But when it comes to Dooku he reaches for him with his arms. 🥺🥺

303 notes · View notes

padawansuggest · 4 months

Text

You know what else I like???? I like watching people eat. I can watch a mukbang if I’m extremely hungry but need something to watch while stuffing my face (tho for mukbangs themselves I have to turn off the volume entirely because those sounds make me wanna nerf someone lol) or I could watch someone going through a convenience store, getting a whole meal, and eating it, but my fave??? Watching someone do one of those ‘challenge platters’. The ones where ‘you have ab hour to finish this whole platter and get the whole meal, or take longer and pay full’ sorta situations???

Yeah idk what it is about someone stuffing themselves sick but maybe it’s because I actually have a very small stomach and have to eat tiny meals so I don’t throw up, but also because as soon as I’m full, food doesn’t even TASTE good anymore and people in these videos seem to enjoy it the whole way through. I smell a food while full and I’m gagging even if it’s my fave.

Either way. So I get it. I don’t like exaggerated eating sounds, but I love watching someone eat a massive delicious meal.

Either way. This is gonna sound like it’s outta left field. But. AU where Qui-Gon has Once More had to leave his Padawan in the middle of nowhere, only for Obi to run out of money.

Of course, that’s when he passes by someone doing a food volg and talking about the one hour challenge to eat all this food and you get your meal free. You have to eat it all and you gotta do it in an hour.

Obviously, he stops right behind them, not realizing they’re live-streaming, and is all ‘omfg free meal if I eat it all in an hour??’ And the vlogger is all ‘omfg hungy baby Jedi’ and parks his ass next to them all ‘okay, let’s explain the rules’ and Obi is all ‘shit, I can’t afford 100 credits if I fail’ but the vlogger is all ‘baby Jedi, if you try this with me on livestream, I will likely make enough in this one stream to pay for our meals 100x over, lemme feed you’ and then they hear a ding of someone sending like 500 credits worth of blogging tokens all ‘feed him before I track you down and feed him for you’. See. Already paid for.

Anyways. That was the day that the galaxy at large learned that a smol Jedi padawan can eat a Bantha, purrs really nice and contented when they’re stuffed full, and also is a cuddly little worm who very much tried to be the bloggers lap warmer after a nice meal. He’s a baby.

Anyways I’ve decided the vlogger should be a Mandalorian OC and they adopt him and follow him and Qui-Gon on missions for the next 10 years (till Obi is knighted and has a kid of his own, then they follow him and Ani instead) and do a bunch of live-streaming challenges all over the galaxy of food challenge platters.

Also maybe make Obi a lil more plump???? As a treato 🥺🥺🥺????

Yes. That can also be allowed. Bant is his Mando parent’s bestie she’s never seen her bestie so healthy and happy before. Qui-Gon is trying his best but now he has someone to hold a blaster to his head when he’s not being a good master at the moment. Anakin is spoiled rotten and Obi’s Mando Buir gets married to Shmi probably and they travel the galaxy. Shmi isn’t a big eater but she likes her fancy lil delicate meals while riduur is eating a bantha’s share. It’s cute.

Is this entirely For Me? Probably. Am I considering making it because I love playing with holonet, social media in the galaxy, and Mandos adopting Obi? Ya.

#star wars #obi wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #shmi skywalker #mandalorian oc

44 notes · View notes

pomplalamoose · 7 months

Note

give me more Luke headcanons I am begging you, could be anything but give moooore (pretty please 🥺)

Of course, anon!!! Here are more Luke headcanons just for you, I hope you like them🩵

(if you scroll far enough you'll find something slightly nsfw at the end)

• for some reason I'm convinced that Luke can't dance

• or at least not in a way that is considered presentable to the public

• (the dorky way in which he moves to music in private is unlike anything you've ever seen. It's adorable)

• while he has a good sense of rhythm and great control over his body, he turns surprisingly clumsy as soon as he's told to do, for example, a waltz

• suddenly his graceful demeanor and the elegant way in which he carries himself simply vanishes into thin air

• the only thing left will be gangly limbs everywhere, sheepish smiles and murmured apologies

• take care of your feet because he will step on them

• I wouldn't be surprised if he'd somehow manage to trip over his own or slip on the train of his partner's dress/cloak/flowy garment

• could he possibly learn how to dance? Absolutely, he's a well trained fighter

• does he want to? No.

• (he might make an exception if Leia forces him to)

• is there an equivalent to the Roman Empire in the galaxy far, far away?

• is it the old Jedi order?

• (it could be but everyone feel free to make up alternatives)

• either way Luke is a nerd because I say so and thus thinks about the Roman Empire's equivalent a lot

• he'll be able to give you a weirdly specific answer about how often he does so too

• he'll smile at you then and you can't help but wonder whether he's messing with you or telling the truth

• if you share a room or a bed with him, no matter if it's in a platonic or romantic way, he's definitely one to come up with the strangest of questions

• especially when you are already halfway gone and THIS close to sleep

• he'd ask if you'd still date him if he was a worm

• yes, he'd still date you if you were a worm

• OF COURSE he would

• he'd built a little worm house just for you

• what do you mean you want him to shut up and finally go to sleep?

• the memory of experiencing his first rain fall is very dear to him

• since he grew up on a planet without water, everything about it fascinates him a great deal

• he's always delighted when there is a stream or a puddle nearby

• he likes to observe big rivers and the sea and often meditates at the shore of whatever lake he might find

• because of this I like to think he'd be really into fish

• or water creatures in general

• he'd totally keep some of them in his rooms

• (only in a way appropriate to their species of course!)

• as a fish/crab/shell/??? you won't ever find a better place to live than in Luke Skywalker's aquarium

• he'd take such good care of them

additonal posts for this topic here and here

• in one of my other posts I said that Luke likes to go shopping with you

• but not only because he enjoys spending time with the people he loves

• secretly (or maybe not so secretly) that man is just as invested in getting you new clothes, if not more so, than you are

• (everyone who knew his mother isn't surprised; they have so much in common after all)

• he has an amazing sense for fashion

• while he himself is more than content with his elegant and sleek black look, he flourishes when others seek him out for advice on how to dress

• he has a good eye for all the different body types and what suits each individual person best

• he loves make over scenes in movies

• he keeps up to date with the latest trends

• he'd totally judge celebrities' and/or politician's outfits with you

• while we are at it I also have to talk about his favorite pieces on you

• he absolutely adores seeing you in shirts with a low neckline

• those that maybe tend to expose more of your skin when you move, sliding that way or another

• the more he can see of your neck, shoulders and collarbones the better

• he loves when you go without a bra and he is able to see your nipples peeking through the fabric

• thus he is especially happy during summer when you are wearing thin and lacey tops

• while he always enjoys unwrapping you like a present during winter, there's just something so tantalizing about easy access

• this applies to your panties as well (or maybe especially?)

• he thinks you look breathtakingly beautiful in a pretty summer dress or a flowy skirt

• but even more so if he knows you aren't wearing anything underneath

• he'll innocently ask you to sit on his lap

• from afar nobody would assume that there is something else going on

• at least if you manage to keep your composure

• you never do

• he is not easy to take without any preparation and foreplay first

• so in case you don't happen to be aroused enough or if you're less practiced and not able to take him fully yet, he'll happily adapt and fuck your thighs instead

• they are just as nicely warm and so smooth

• he'd make you sit at just the right angle so you too get all the friction you need, gently guiding your hips into a rhythm

• eventually he'd loose his patience though, and, after making sure no one's around, he'd bend you over and take you properly

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke skywalker smut #luke star wars #star wars #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #star wars headcanons #headcanons #star wars fanfiction

55 notes · View notes

mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year

Note

My love!! I am so so so proud of you and your follower milestone, well done, you deserve it so much 🥺

Could I (here comes a surprise) please request comfort with Crosshair? On the back of our earlier conversation about how loyal and protective and caring he’d be to his loved one, I am dying to see how you do it, especially knowing how gorgeously you write all the Clones 🥰(you know my struggle over who to pick)

Again, I am so proud of you!!!✨

Thank you beautiful, 🥹 for sending this in, for supporting me and listening to me ramble for hours about our boys and opening my eyes to the clone that is Crosshair!

Warnings: Mention of O66, nightmares, established relationship if you squint, mention of canon violence. 18+ but no actual smut.

A/N: I'm gonna brave posting this and hope it shows up properly!

Word Count: 1.8k+

Your hands were flat on the ground, fingers spread to accommodate the grass stalks that poked between them. Inhaling deeply through your nose meant you could smell the freshness of the air, nothing could beat it. Being in space for long periods of time stifled your connection to the Living Force so whenever the ship landed the first thing you did was go out and touch life.

Wrecker made jokes, granting him an exasperated stare from Echo, Tech just left you to it and sometimes Hunter would watch you with curiosity lighting his gaze.

You had done a few missions with the Bad Batch now, which was always an experience. You enjoyed the squads company and their unorthodox way of doing things, it spoke to your hidden reckless nature.

A small smile graced your lips, even with your eyes shut you could tell who was before you, blocking out the sun that had been warming your skin.

“Touching grass, again?” He drawled. “You’re as bad as Hunter.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” a small smile accompanied your reply.

“Don’t.” Crosshair moved to the side, setting himself down against a tree to do maintenance on his rifle. Usually such noise would distract from your meditation but you took comfort in the sounds of his rifle coming apart. The meticulous way he laid the pieces out, cleaning it the same way every, single, time.

You weren’t sure what to call you and Crosshair. Incidents had happened, moments in the dark away from the Marauder with the whispered rules of no attachments. No strings, no feelings. It was the Jedi way. Maybe there was no label, there shouldn’t be.

“General. You’ve got a transmission.” Opening your eyes your hands retracted from the ground, exhaling as you did. Rising up you turned and headed back to the ship.

Crosshair waited for you to saunter past before he looked at you, pulling his gaze away from the barrel of his rifle to watch you mount the steps of the Marauder and disappear inside. You were everything, strong, fearless…and untouchable.

A Jedi.

You’d been the first human female he’d ever come across, your lightsabers cutting through the hostiles and literally exploding into his life. He had tried to ignore the way you made him feel by ignoring you completely but his brothers had noticed his change in behaviour very quickly. You were the only General he hadn’t insulted behind their back or to their face.

Wrecker, for all his stupidity, had been the first one to notice. Loudly pointing it out with a firm nudge to Crosshair’s shoulder that nearly caused him to topple over. You’d only been a few paces away at the time, hands clasped behind your back as you conversed with General Skywalker and General Kenobi. You’d thrown a glance back in the clone's direction before leaving, but Crosshair had committed that look to his memory.

The next time he saw you was in the hold of the Marauder, a bag slung onto your back, your Jedi armour clean and flawless. There had been a moment, charged and nameless as you both regarded one another only for it to be dispersed by the arrival of the rest of the squad.

Each mission you had done with them solidified that feeling in Crosshair’s chest. The quickening of his heart, the roar of his pulse inside his helmet and the lurch of his stomach whenever you put yourself in harms way.

Eventually he admitted, only to himself, what this was.

He wanted you.

He wanted to run his fingers through your hair, to touch the smoothness of your skin and taste the perfection that were your lips.

You’d approached him one night, in the light of some random moon that made you glow like an ethereal being. He tried to keep his feelings in check but your other senses finally worked him out and you looked at him like no one else ever had.

He got to run his fingers through your hair, he did touch the smoothness of your skin and taste your lips. The next encounter he got to experience your hot breath on his face, to hear the small whimpers he pulled from you as you leaned back in his arms.

You were intoxicating.

Every time he saw you it was like he was peering over the edge of a cliff into oblivion. It was dangerous, so you’d both agreed no feelings, no attachments and he’d never felt anything so deflating before. Also, it made him want you more.

Then the dreams started. Nightmares so vivid he woke up with a shout. They ripped through him every night and he hated them.

Now, whenever he held his rifle he could see you down the sight, his rangefinder zoomed into your heat signature. Finger pressing the trigger as he repeated, good soldiers follow orders, in his mind over and over again until he felt like he was going mad.

He hadn’t told anyone about them, his brothers would think him weak or realise he’d overstepped the mark and broken the rules with a Jedi. Their friend.

Finishing with his rifle he clipped it all back together, putting his frustrations into every firm click. Hopefully taking out some clankers would erase these emotions. But he doubted it.

Crosshair was very quiet, more melancholy than usual on the way back to the ship. His weapon resting on his shoulder, gaze on the ground as he walked. You were exhausted from the fight, your energy levels were low but still you could feel his presence and it was in turmoil.

You wished you could talk to him but with the rest of the squad here you knew he wouldn’t utter a word unless it was a scathing retort.

Wrecker was recounting the battle, using his large hands when he explained the explosion he had created. Tech tried to tell him you had all seen it but Wrecker continued anyway. His exuberance covered the hidden tension and you were grateful for it, Hunter you witnessed side eyed his stoic brother but chose not to draw attention to his dark mood.

The squad relaxed in the Marauder, packs and weapons set down with exaggerated sighs. Another mission done, onto the next. It didn’t escape your notice that Crosshair had slipped silently into a bunk, his back to everyone.

You went to sit in the cockpit, letting your eyes lose focus as you watched hyperspace glide past you in an array of flickering lights. It really was beautiful, easily lulling you to sleep in the chair behind Tech.

You weren’t sure what woke you. The ship was still steadily travelling in the hyperspace lane, no proximity warnings were going off and yet you felt disjointed. Tech and Echo were asleep on their chairs, Tech snoring softly. You got up and stretched, entering the hold to find Hunter spread on the chair by the console, arms down by his sides and legs relaxed. Wrecker was in the gunner's chair, his heavy breathing telling you he was also asleep.

A noise made you turn to see Crosshair was still on the bunk. He was restless, a deep frown furrowed his brow, his eyes twitching under the lids. His lips were moving, muttering something you couldn’t make out and you moved closer.

Reaching out, you gently brushed your fingers through his short grey hair, hoping the motion would calm him but it seemed to make him more agitated. Breathing deeply you set a hand on his chest plate, concentrating and reaching into his Force signature.

You weren’t prepared for what you saw. He was dreaming of battle. The whole squad was there, even you. It amazed you, how he saw you. It took a moment before you recognised yourself, but it was definitely you sighted down the scope of his rifle. You could feel his conflict, the pain of his feelings for you being ripped apart by something so much more overpowering and dangerous.

Good soldiers follow orders… The phrase he was repeating became clear and you gasped when the rifle fired.

Pulling yourself free of his dream you felt something on your wrist only to find Crosshair glaring up at you in the dim light of the hold.

You stared at each other, terrified breaths filling the quiet space while coming to terms with what you had just seen. Slowly Crosshair moved, his hand still holding your wrist in case you tried to get away.

“For how long?” You whispered. His gaze drifted to the side, mouth turning down in disgust at himself.

“Months.” Falling to your knees you gazed up at him.

“I know you wouldn’t.” Gently you lay a hand on the side of his face, watching the way his eyes closed and he leaned heavily into your delicate touch.

“I don’t want to have these anymore,” he admitted quietly. “Nightmares.” He took a breath, opening his beautiful rich brown eyes and magnetising to yours. “They hurt.” The break in his voice had you surging into his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and burying your face into him. At first he hesitated, arms out to the side but he couldn’t resist the feel of you for long.

Gathering you to him he dragged you into the bunk, laying you across his body and holding you close and tight. He wanted to remember this, the scent of you, the way you felt over him; if he could imprint you onto his very skin, he would. Burying his fingers in your hair he sought your lips for comfort, something you were only too willing to provide.

The pain of this recurring nightmare made his face scrunch up with anguish, even now he could feel something in his mind that he didn’t want. Not even you could erase the damage it was causing.

He took what he could from you, kissing you until your lips were swollen, until his fingertips couldn’t bury anymore into your robes. He wanted more, so much more but not here.

“Don’t stop on my account,” Hunter muttered in the dark, making you both freeze.

“Oh, great,” Crosshair sighed, his hands falling away from you.

“Fine,” you retorted. “We won’t.” To Crosshair’s surprise you settled beside him in the bunk and he turned onto his side so he could look at you.

He let you trace his tattoo, enjoying the way your fingers felt against his skin and he actually began to relax. Exhaling softly when your touch drifted over his cheek and across his lips. You were beautiful in every sense of the word and he couldn’t believe you were here, with him.

He copied you. Letting his own fingers trace patterns on your skin, brushing strands of hair away and ghosting over the perfect slope of your nose. He marvelled at the expression change on your features, the way your eyes fluttered closed and you snuggled closer to him. He threw an arm over you, bringing you even closer.

Change was coming and it was going to be catastrophic.

#request #acourtofsnakes #crosshair #the bad batch #crosshair x jedi!reader #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #happy tech tuesday with crosshair

176 notes · View notes