#sw for ts

[kirythestitchwitch]

Thanks i'm gay.

Star Wars: Attack of the Clones (2002) / Padmé Amidala's Senate Gown (Deleted Scene)

[abigaillazaar]

In silent screams and wildest dreams I never dreamed of this

[thekenobee]

About a million times

[sithlaurrd]

Whatever she said

[bigbadbatch]

The Tortured Padawan Department

I am starting a mini-one shot series where I mix Taylor Swift's TTPD with my favorite Star Wars Boys. Each one shot has an essential listening song (be on the look out for quotes and themes!) Rex and Hunter are heavy focused for first two, with a surprise guest in the third fic!

First up: Guilty as Sin?

Word Count: 1.5k

A Captain Rex x Fem!reader fic

Attachment is forbidden for a Jedi, but what if it's a sin worth committing ?

You woke up drenched in sweat, panting. The temple was quiet, and your small bedroom deafeningly silent. Your heart pounded, and you worried it could be heard through the thin walls around you. That dream. Again. This was the seventh occasion you had such a dream. It always started decent enough. Then it became anything but decent. Your skin prickled remembering- the smell of him in the dream, the feel of his rough hands on your arms, your back, your…

 “Rex.” You cursed under your breath. You needed to walk this off. Getting quickly dressed, you stepped out into the empty hall of the Jedi Temple. It was his fault, really. All the flirtations on the field, the way he always dared to joke with you. His smile, his laugh. You shook your head and left the temple, walking towards the bright city lights, and the bars you knew awaited. This is what you always did after one of those dreams. Go for a drink, a fling, anything to help you clear your head, get your fix. Sex wasn’t forbidden for a Jedi, if anything it could be encouraged to blow off steam after a battle. But attachment. There was the trick of it. Attachment was strictly against the code. To get attached, to love, was to eventually lose. Grief, jealousy, fear- these all lead to the Dark Side. Still, it came so naturally. Especially with him. Rex had taken you under his wing when you were transferred to the 501st. You had been hesitant, still hurting from the loss of your Master and the 271st, all lost in the Battle of Rankill, you the sole survivior.

Those were the first recurring dreams you had, nightmares of reliving the loss over and over. Your Master running, trying desperately to save his men, you, and the man he loved. It was no secret that Commander Dax and your Master were involved. If anything it was part of the reason you felt so strongly about attachment. Your Master’s love is what got him killed, and neither he, his lover, nor his men were left to show for it. Only you, a new stray picked up by Master Kenobi, were left standing to carry your Master’s legacy.

What would he think of me? You ponder as you enter the bar, neon lights, music and chatter streaming from the open door. You had barely taken a seat when you heard your name being called. An all too familiar form strode to you, smiling.

“Fancy seeing you here. Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Rex saddled up next to you, as if that seat was meant for him. The grinning, handsome clone put his arm around you, jostling your shoulder, friendly.

“Aren’t you typically at 79’s?” You ask incredulously. How could he be here, of all places? Of all people, him, here, now?

“Wanted a change of scenery, and I must admit I like the view.” He growls, and you scowled and shoved his arm off of you.

“Well, I wanted a drink. Buy me one?” You said, smirking. 

He somehow smiled even wider than before. “Sure thing cyare, be right back.” 

Shit, shit, shit. Your skin was so warm where he had touched you, and his casual flirting set your heart fluttering. You knew you should leave, before he gets back. You’re too pent up, too enamored by him to deal with this rationally. A broad body slid back in next to you.

“You looked like you could use something a bit strong. You alright tonight, mesh’la?”

You knew what the Mandalorian words meant, and knew he meant them in good fun. He must. In one stroke you downed the whole drink, it burning as it went down.

“Well shit.” He said. “What’s going on?”

You shake your head. He was too close to you. You could smell his leathery, smoky scent, and it filled you up. Your stomach was fluttering, flashes of the dream popping into your mind. He wasn’t supposed to be here. You needed a distraction. 

“Let’s dance.”

Even you are surprised by the words that come out of your mouth. Rex’s eyebrows shot up.

“Alright. We can dance.”

He stood and gestured for you to lead the way. 

The dancefloor was crowded, and the music thumping. It rattled your bones, the fast beat just what you needed. You closed your eyes and let the movement come to you. You couldn't see Rex, but you could still feel him near, his body swaying in time with yours.  You gave yourself over to the music. It was almost like a form of meditation, getting you in tune with yourself once again.

Warm hands brushed your hips. Eyes still closed, mind still consumed by the drink and the music, you leaned in. The hands grasped you strongly, swinging your hips back and forth with the music, your body rolling. You felt alive. Everything forgotten, your past, your present, your dreams, the only thing that mattered was this moment. He pulled you close, chest to chest, with no room between you. Your hips circled, and his ground, and you couldn't help it, your lips parted and you exhaled. His head bent, and lips brushed the side of your neck. You twined your arms around him, pulling him closer, the two of you spinning in a slow circle, at odds with the quick rhythm of the music. A hand slipped up to your neck, then to your face. The large, rugged hand cupped your face and you leaned into it. You could feel warm breath on your lips, and without thinking moved to meet his. 

Fireworks exploded. Warmth flooded your body as you gave in to the kiss. Then you opened your eyes. No. Rex gazed back at you, stars in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that.” he said. 

Fear seized you. You tensed, and he immediately noticed. He took his hands off of you as you backed away. No. No. No. No. You shook your head, nearly trembling, and bolted for the door. “Wait!” He called after you, but you were gone into the night. 

You ran, legs pumping, heart racing down the streets. You ran past 79’s, past the temple, until you couldn’t run anymore. You ducked into an alley, gasping for breath. Anger, fear, guilt, all of these emotions flooded you. You punched the stone wall in front of you and nearly screamed in exasperation. Your bones felt like they were breaking inside your skin, your head pounded with bad thoughts. You were bad. You were wrong. You had been having these dreams, you clearly wanted what you knew you couldn’t and shouldn’t have. You led him on. You were guilty of attachment, guilty for your feelings. Guilty for falling in love with Rex. Tears sprang to your eyes.

You thought about him day in and out. You worried about him in battle, on the field. You touched yourself to thoughts of him. You'd already been with him a thousand times in your mind. You pretended your one-night stands were him. You nearly sobbed at the revelation. You did love him. You loved him.

“Cyare!” A shout and the pounding of feet towards you roused you. You hurriedly wiped your eyes in an attempt to hide your shame, but he saw.

“Cyare please, are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I went too far.” Rex grabbed your hands and pulled them from your hiding face, wiping tears from your eyes as he did. You can’t help it. You laugh. You laugh at the absurdity of this.

“No, I’m sorry.” You said, and with your back to the wall you slid down onto the cold ground, head in your hands. Without hesitation, he sat beside you, silently giving you a moment to compose your thoughts. 

“Rex”. You say, his name sickly sweet on your tongue. “We can’t do this.” Fresh tears cascaded down your face, and he quickly brushed them away for you. He was quiet, then said. “I overstepped. I thought you felt the same way, I thought we wanted the same thing. I shouldn’t have.”

You cut him off saying “I do.”

Silence.

“I don’t understand.” He said as he took your hand.

So you tell him everything. How guilty you felt, how your Master lost his life for his lover, how a good Jedi doesn’t love, and most of all how your heart was hurting.

“I love you, Rex. I shouldn’t, but I love you.” He squeezed your hand, hard and tears welled in his eyes too. “I love you too mesh’la. And I am so sorry you feel guilty, but please know, I would never want to put you in a position where you feel like this. I’m giving you full control from here on. You dictate what we are, what we do. Lovers? I’d love that. Friends? That’s fine too. If sex is what you need, I’ll gladly volunteer. I want you to be happy, and I will do anything for that. So you tell me, what do you want?”

You take a deep breath. Everything feels so much more clear with him here, now, after everything. 

“You. I want you.”

And as you kissed in that alleyway, and later gave yourself to each other completely, you felt a peace you had never known.

[crumblekitty]

songs used in chronological order: who's afraid of little old me? | castles crumbling | the archer | this is me trying | my tears ricochet (2x) | the prophecy | anti-hero

[hackedbyawriter]

FinnPoe: Down Bad Edit

[vent-mon-hyperespace]

you said normal girls were boring

but you were gone by the time i was finished reciting the entire opening crawl from Revenge of the Sith by memory

[prettypoison15]

[werewulvs]

this is a $13/hr janitorial job btw

[mcaelius]

not to talk abt the wrong republic onhere but. d you guys ever think about whatever the hell maul and obi-wan had going on

[grassbreads]

I remember before I started Guardian, someone recommended it to me with a note that it tackles some of the same ideas as Tai Sui, but it ultimately comes to very different conclusions. And now having read the novel, I absolutely see what they meant.

While I was reading Guardian, there was one point where I honestly thought things might be building toward an ending where Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei do away with the reincarnation cycle and allow the souls of the dead to return to Chaos/true death. It's been a while since I read these bits, but I believe I recall some lines that could be read as implying that reincarnation (and the subsequent protection from Chaos that it entails) is on some level unnatural. The reincarnation cycle was something artificially created, and even gods were once meant to dissipate back into Chaos/nothingness when they died. There was all that stuff about how Kunlun's soul in particular wasn't even supposed to be put into the reincarnation cycle, which was part of why Zhao Yunlan was so willing to die with Shen Wei.

Given all that, and given I'm obsessed with Tai Sui, "let's just get rid of reincarnation and have the world accept true death/Chaos as its natural end" seemed like a logical conclusion, but that's not where things go at all. Instead, the reincarnation cycle is re-completed to keep running forever, and Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei live happily and immortally ever after as gods.

I think if you quoted "no one can enjoy themselves to the full at a banquet that never ends" to Zhao Yunlan, he'd laugh in your face and tell you that he very much can, actually. Then he'd probably drop some innuendo about what "banquet" he's enjoying in his eternal life.

Anyway, it's interesting that this is the second time I've read an earlier priest novel with such a direct contradiction to the themes of Tai Sui. Sha Po Lang buys into the "good king" myth by way of Chang Geng, and though it implies that Chang Geng's reforms are meant to ultimately pull power away from subsequent monarchs, that progressive anti-monarchy change still comes from the Special Boy Good Emperor. Meanwhile, Tai Sui has a much more ambivalent (at best) relationship with its monarchies, and its most morally upright character, Zhi Xiu, refuses to directly take over Wan when its monarchy crumbles and he's given the opportunity. A lot of the novel revolves around lauding common, powerless people and their collective ability to enact incredible change. Xi Ping is just some guy who happens to stumble his way into the power to change the world and tries his best (with Zhi Xiu's guidance) to make good on that responsibility. He's saved over and over by unremarkable common people like Wei Chengxiang and Tao-er-nainai. He's the opposite of some noble mastermind king guiding a nation in need of a leader.

In the same vein, Guardian ultimately upholds its reincarnation cycle and celebrates the immortal lives of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan, just the opposite of Tai Sui's ending themes. It clings to a positive interpretation of the concept of eternal existence, and it does away with the forces of Chaos entirely. Not to mention, this is a setting with actual gods, ghosts, reincarnation, etc, whereas Tai Sui, despite being Xianxia, is surprisingly atheist in its approach to mythology.

This is just another way that Tai Sui seems to be priest's novel of "what if but actually." What if the self-destructive evil genius character was actually evil and actually destroyed himself? What if the world's toxic social structures were dismantled from the outside or fell apart from their own rot rather than being improved by Good Cops/Good Kings working from within? What if eternal existence was actually a bad thing that needed to be ended?

I just think it's neat.

[queermania]

Same anon, I also wanted to add that bodily autonomy IS inherently a Sam issue because there are so many instances in the text that has to do with something out of Sam's control. Being Lucifer's true vessel (which yes, Dean was Michael's and he didn't have control over that either, but that's not portrayed as much in the text because they WANTED the viewers to see Sam's struggle with his "destiny" because Lucifer is Lucifer, but it would have been nice to see Dean being Michael's vessel affect him more.) The demon blood was a violation, obviously. John violated both of his children's autonomy by trying to turn them into mindless soldiers. That's why it showed Sam get away, because it was showing a small portion of his life when he gained that autonomy back, only for Azazel and Lucifer to control his life again by killing Jess so that they could manipulate him into leaving the life he made for himself free of control. (Not to mention they controlled more than just Jessica's death. His best friend was a demon, his prom date was a demon, his teacher was a demon, etc etc. His whole life was meticulously planned out in a way that Dean's wasn't.) Then the Special Children stuff, then Ruby comes along, and as I explained before, violates his autonomy. That's why FINALLY in the season 5 finale, which as a reminder was supposed to be the end of the show, it portrayed him getting his autonomy back by taking control of his body!! It doesn't get any clearer than that!! His first words of the series are "Do I have to?" and his last are "You're going to have to make me!" This is his whole story arc of the first 5 seasons, regaining his autonomy and it was done so well. But then the next seasons go back to violating them again when he comes back soulless and his soulless self does a bunch of things to violate it, like sleeping with people and doing certain things Sam would never do. Then the whole Gadreel thing. (Which I wasn't as mad that Dean tricked Sam into bringing him back to life, but moreso that he manipulated him for months and Sam had a whole ANGEL living inside of him and Sam was losing time. THAT is violating his bodily autonomy on multiple levels.) Sure there are instances where other characters get their autonomy violated but none more than Sam's whose entire arc of the first 5 seasons involved it.

first of all, the show didn't only last for five seasons. it lasted for fifteen and everything that happened after season five is still canon. and my entire point was that just because the show sometimes frames it like sam has his autonomy violated more often, doesn't mean it actually happens that way.

being lucifer's true vessel is not a violation of sam's autonomy anymore than any other person being a potential vessel for an angel is. but even if you take that stance, you've already highlighted exactly why that's not specific to sam anyway. dean is also a true vessel, ergo...

i've already agreed the demon blood when he was a baby was a violation of his autonomy.

but again with john.. you've explicitly brought up an example of something that applies to both sam and dean. so once again, not specific to sam.

and if getting away was a restoration of his autonomy and dean didn't get away then i guess we can assume dean was having his autonomy violated while sam wasn't. soooooo... now it's specific to dean and not sam.

demons possessing other people is not a violation of sam's autonomy wtf. it's a violation of those people's autonomy. it's a fucked up thing that happened to sam, yeah, but it has nothing to do with his autonomy.

sam's last line of the series was "dean" because, again, the show went beyond the first five seasons and when i'm talking about the show, i'm talking about the entire thing.

sam's actions when he was soulless are not him violating his own autonomy??? literally WHAT?? but even if you want to use that completely unhinged logic, then that means at the very least that jack's actions when he was soulless were a violation of his autonomy, which again means it's not specific to sam.

i'm not arguing that gadreel possessing sam was a violation of his autonomy.

but again... just because the show made it a recurring theme doesn't mean it actually happened to sam with any more frequency than it did to dean (or cas).

[castiwls]

Thinking about loml but with anakin and obi-wan after reading the rots novel 🫠

[bigbadbatch]

The Tortured Padawan Department- Part Two.

Fresh Out the Slammer.

Hunter x fem!reader. Adult themes and smut- 18+ only, minors DNI.

Warnings: injury, torture, smut, battle.

Now, pretty baby, I’m running back home to you.

You spat blood onto the cold, metal floor of the interrogation chamber. “What?” You taunted. “Afraid of little old me? Have to hit someone when they can’t hit back? Untie me and I’ll give you some answers.” Another punch. This time stars swirled in your vision.

You had been ripped from Hunter’s arms in the middle of an Imperial heist gone wrong. You fought like a rancor but were stunned and downed as Tech and Wrecker pulled him into the ship and it pulled away, you dropped his hand knowing the guards would drag him out too if you didn’t.

You flexed your hand. You’d touch him soon. That hope was what had gotten you through this. His touch. His lips got you through interrogations, his laugh- the torture. It wasn’t often this past month that atleast part of you hadn’t been broken or in a bio-cast.

Hunter held you up through it all. “You’re strong, cyare.” You could hear him in your mind when the blows came too hard. He was with you in dreams and in these moments between unconsciousness and reality. You often had visions of specific moments, key points in your relationship, guiding lights in this darkness.

You and Hunter laughed, running through the crowded streets of Coruscant. You had just escaped the rest of Batch, leaving them dancing in 79’s. “Catch me if you can!” You dared Hunter, as you slid between citizens of the bright city, all dizzy in your adrenaline. You had stolen his bandana, and weren’t aiming to give it back. A quick left, then a right, and you’d suddenly found yourself at a dead end alley. You spun fast, but not fast enough. A hand pushed you lightly into the wall, the other arm bracing itself by your head, blocking your escape. “I’ll take that.” Hunter gloated as he snatched the bandana from your hand. You both laugh, out of breath from the chase. When a quiet calm settled over both of you, the closeness of your bodies was apparent. Eyes met. You held your breath as he tilted his head, eyes on yours, pausing a hair’s breadth away from your lips. Permission? Granted. You kiss, for the first time, there in your glittering prime. His lips warm and gentle on yours at first, but needier as the kiss lingered…

A splash of icy water brings you back. “I won’t ask you again,” the Imperial scum barked. “Where is Omega?” You sputter a laugh. As if you would ever give up your sweet friend. The Imperials cycled through targeted questions, and lately Omega had been the supreme topic of conversation. You shook your head, too cold to answer. Another cold bucket, and the lights fizzle out as…

Hunter holds you tight in his arms, his lips trailing molten kisses along your thighs. You’re quivering in release. The two of you had enjoyed each other like this, sharing tongues and mouths and kisses, but you hadn’t yet gone as far as you could, as in this moment, you desperately needed to. “Hunter.” You whisper. “Mm?” He grunts, kissing his way back up your body to your face, and you taste yourself on his lips. “Hunter, please. I want. I want to…” He sits up slightly leaning over you. “You sure, mesh’la? I can wait as long as you want.” You nod.

“I want you Hunter. All of you.”

He kisses you hard. “I’ll take it slow, okay? You call all the shots here.” Though he was no saint, you had never done this before. But you knew you wanted it to be now, here, with him. Somehow, though you’d lost your clothes long before this night’s tryst began, you felt exposed and naked as he positioned himself between your thighs. You watched as he lined himself up at your entrance, and moaned as he ran himself over the length of you. “Ready? You sure?”

“Yes.” You breathed. Slowly, and with great care, he entered you and you gasped at the stretch of your walls against him.

“You okay? Want me to keep going?”

You nod, breathless.

“I need a ‘yes or no’ cyare.” He growled.

“Yes, please Hunter.”

As he fucked you, slow and deep, he leaned forward and kissed you with all the passion he possessed. This was bliss. This was heaven. This was-

You screamed, not in pleasure, but pain. Your captors had gathered you up by the hair, and they dragged you through the halls as you kicked and screamed and fought against your cuffs. They threw you back in your cell, and left you in a heap on the floor.

You curled yourself into the tightest ball possible and did your best not to cry. What you wouldn’t give to be home, with Hunter. To hear the laughter of the brothers, play sabaac with Omega. Against your will a bitter tear fell. You would do anything for just one glimpse of Hunter’s smile. You began to drift into a fitful sleep, until a familiar voice pulled you into a deep rest.

“Mesh’la.” Hunter’s deep timbre warmed your bones as you lay with him under the stars of Pabu. The gentle waves crashed on the shore, and the sand was cool even through the blanket you held each other on. “Hunter?” You replied, and he took a hand and turned your face to his. With a quick kiss, he hesitated against your lips. “Baby, I need to tell you something.”

You sat up. “Is everything okay?”

He chuckles softly sitting up with you. “More than okay, Cyare.” I just need to get something off my chest.” You hold his hand in yours, and he rubs anxious circles into your palm. He looks into your eyes, really looks. With a deep breath he leans forward and whispers into your ear. “I love you.”

He leans back to see your reaction, worry in his eyes. You’re too stunned to speak. He pipes up, “I don’t expect you to say it back. I want you to mean it when you say it, I-“

“I love you too.”

As you cut him off he falters. “Really?” He says, gripping your hands in his. Teary eyed you nod, and he crashes into you, tackling you back into the blanket, kissing you all the way.

A loud crash, and a shuddering of walls

You blinked in the sudden sunlight. It burned your eyes that had so long become accustomed to the dark and sparse artificial lights in your cell. Around you people shouted, blaster fire echoed on the broken walls, but none of that mattered. The wall to your cell was nothing more than dust.

You were free.

Your legs were stiff from lack of exercise over the month you’d been imprisoned, but nevertheless you moved as quickly as you could towards the beckoning rebels, towards their ship. “Come on, you’re almost there.” Echo. At last a familiar face, it took everything you had not to fall into him. You made it onto the ship, stumbling onto the floor unable to move a step further. You should be sobbing in relief, laughing in joy, something, anything, but you’re so tired. “That’s it, you’re safe. I got you.” Echo was here, and he and Rex had found you. The ramp of the ship lifted and within minutes you were in hyperspace. “Head to Pabu.” You heard Echo command to the rebel flying the ship. Your heart soared. Hunter. Echo was going to take you to Hunter, he was going to take you home. In that moment, you knew everything was going to be alright, that you had done your time. A rebel clone walked up with a comm. “Here.” He said. “Who do we need to reach for you?”

You smiled. You knew who your first call would be to.

…

“Cyare? Are you there?”

…

“I’m coming back home to you.”

Thanks for reading! Checkout my other TTPD one shot or my Hunter Series The Light We Feel.

[canismay]

cant believe taylor swift wrote whos afraid of little old me? ab anakin skywalker