summary: senator skywalker is your hot, eyeliner wearing, secret husband whom you have to hide from the jedi. nightmares about him awaken you from your peaceful slumber.
warnings: none really, nightmares, mentions of death
a/n: guys I had to write something about anakin wearing kohl cause yes. and im sure he'd just have his fingers lined with gold rings. hes fashionable like that.
"ani?" you yelled, blue saber lighting a pathway through the darkened hall. waves of pain and agony washed over you, his pain and agony.
"anakin!?" your voice becomes more frantic at the feeling, heart burning for him.
breaking into a run, you make it down the corridor, only to see a hooded figure standing over anakin.
"turn around!" you order the figure, beginning to enter the room. only to be unable to do so. it was like an invisible wall was trapping you. forcing you to watch.
the figure did not turn around, rather, letting out a maniacal cackle, and raising his hand.
"stop!" you yell helplessly, banging on the seemingly non-existent wall, keeping you from saving anakin.
blue streaks of lighting shoot out from the figures wrinkly, pale fingertips, making their way to anakin and shooting down his limbs.
you could only watch in horror as you saw him screaming and writhing on the ground. screaming your name.
"NO!" you scream, your own awareness of his pain becoming too much.
shooting upright in bed, you look around the room, gasping for air. it wasn't real.
slowly regulating your breathing, you look to your left, only to see your husband sleeping peacefully beside you. he looked beautiful like this, small slivers of moonlight illuminating his face in almost angelic ways.
what in the world was that? a vision, perhaps? you had heard yoda speak of jedi getting visions of past or future things that may happen. but it couldn't be. it had to have just been a nightmare. how else could you explain that invisible barrier?
all you knew was, you needed some fresh air.
quietly slipping out of the unfairly comfortable bed of the Senate chambers, you pull on your jedi robe over your nightwear, making your way to the balcony.
the balcony had a beautiful view of the coruscant landscape, and with the city lights on, and the moon shining, it was almost magical.
there were no pretty views on tatooine. just a whole lot of desert. and a lot of sand. thankfully, you never had to go back there again.
you hadn't been sleeping well lately. with the war going on, constantly being sent out on missions with the 501st, and with the latest attempt on senator skywalker's life, you had practically been riddled with anxiety.
what did not help, was that your husband was currently trying to get some bill passed through the senate, that apparently many people did not like. the last attempt on his life had led you to stay sleeping with him in his quarters, regardless of the risk of your relationship being discovered. if anyone asked, you'd just say you were proving protection. but no one did. although, you were sure kenobi had some questions as to why you made your way to anakin's quarters, well before anakin had even returned home.
tomorrow, there would be another senate meeting about anakin's bill. which worried you. what if someone tried something there? you didn't trust the guards there to be able to take care of a well trained bounty, like bossk or aurra sing.
in the midst of all your worries, anakin had rolled over in the silken sheets, hand reaching out to pull you closer. only for his hand to land on a whole lot of air. lifting his head up to look for you, he realizes you've gone.
immediately getting up, he sees the balcony curtains swaying in the wind, the door ajar. making his way to the door, he leaned against the frame, admiring the view of you standing in the moonlight. he truly was head-over-heels for you.
as you were figuring out what excuse would convince obi-wan to let you go to tomorrow's meetingâ maybe something about wanting to get a further knowledge of the political side of the Councilâ you felt a pair of hands wrap around your waist, and a chin rest on your shoulder.
"you should be sleeping." you say, resting your own hands on top of his.
"i can say the same for you." he replies, voice close to your ear. "what's wrong? i can practically feel the worry coming off of you."
"its.. nothing. justâ needed some air." you didn't want to burden him further by putting your own visions on top of his endless list of things to worry about.
"you know," he turns you around so you're facing him, his blue eyes lined with smudged kohl he would have been too tired to wash off, staring down into yours, "you can tell me anything, right? i want you to tell me."
why did he have to be so persistent? sighing, you shake your head slightly before replying. "its nothing, really. just a silly nightmare."
and that still doesn't convince him. "it's not silly. tell me what it was about." his hands make his way to your cheeks, cupping your face so delicately. the pretty, jeweled rings on his fingers felt cool against your face, and you had an overwhelming feeling to just tell him everything that had ever worried you.
"it was about you." you finally say something, sighing. looking up at him, you could see a hint of pity in his expression.
"you know you don't have to worry about me, right? i am capable of taking care of myself..." he smiles a little, trying to reassure you.
"yes, I knowâ but this was different." you inhale deeply, the image of him screaming in pain haunting your mind. "i couldn't reach you. you were being shocked by someone. i couldn't see who."
internally, anakin grew slightly worried at that. but he didnt want you to panic either. "i trust you. and i know that if anything were to happen to me, youd be there. I dont want you to panic over this, my love."
"i think it would be wise for us to focus on the present moments. visions of what could be, aren't important for you right now. you have a war to win." he speaks softly, and you agree.
why dwell on something that only has a possibility of being real, when you should be focused on the very real things happening around you right now?
"you're right." of course he was. this was yet another reminder of why telling your problems to anakin usually always helped put you at ease, even if it was just a little bit. you still were worried over what you saw. but you'd see master yoda for that later. anakin didn't have to know.
"it's justâ my worries for you grow almost every day. i know you're capable, and what you do is only to help people... but could you do it in a way that didn't make others want you dead for it?" you question, trying to make light of the mood.
anakin chuckled at that, hands leaving your face to pull you into his chest. "if only that were possible. i seemingly just have a very targetable personality." he says, and you laugh into his neck.
after a few moments of comfortable silence, you just couldn't resist the urge to tease him a little about his sleepwear. you always did that, you loved to make fun of his high-end fashion sense in comparison to your boring black jedi robes.
"is this new? silk?" you say, hands moving to hold a fistful of the soft fabric he was draped in. it was very elaborate, for sleepwear. light blue silk with pearl beading on the neckline. it amused you for no reason really.
"why, do i look bad in it?" anakin asks, looking down at you. you were just wearing a plain cream nightdress, which you had just thrown your robes over before coming out. ah the difference between a jedi and a senator.
chuckling, you shake your head no. "no, of course not. you just... always manage to show me up in terms of your excellent fashion sense." you smile a little. times like this made you forget about the stuff going on around you. just you and him.
"well, jedi aren't exactly known for their taste in clothes. don't you wear the same outfit every day?" he teases, looking down at his own sleepwear.
"at least your robes are better than that kenobi's. those boots should not be paired with those pants." he prods at your former masters outfit, and you cant help but laugh.
"well if my own robes weren't up to your standard, im sure you'd have done something about it already." you smile, hands going to run through his incredibly soft curls.
"that I would." he says, pulling you back into him. "let's go back to sleep. we both have a big day tomorrow." he says, taking you by the hand and leading you back inside.
your worries, for now, had subsided.
but you would do anything, to ensure that your visions never came true.
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Irresistible Attraction - Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader
Title: Irresistible Attraction
Anakin Skywalker X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi and Yoda (Mentioned)
Requested By: Anon
WC: 1,279
Warnings: Set during when Anakin's a Knight, teasing, banter, flirting, italics, Star Wars canon violence (brief), Jedi Reader, very mini angst, and fluff
The air was thick with heat and the static whine of nearby droids. Anakin Skywalker dangled from his restraints, arms burning, feet barely brushing the floor as a single bead of sweat traced a slow path down his temple.Â
âThis is your fault,â Obi-Wan said mildly beside him, his voice frustratingly calm for someone tied up and unarmed.
Anakin huffed, âHow is this my fault?â
âYou charged straight into the ambush.â
âYou said split-up, I thought that meant-â
âI meant strategically, not dramatically.â Obi-Wan sighed tiredly, âReally, Anakin, must every mission end in a hostage situation?â
The younger Jedi twisted stubbornly against his binds, glancing around at the dozen or so droids posted around the room like statues, blasters ready.
Anakin wasnât expecting this. It was supposed to be a simple mission, as Master Yoda had said. Wouldnât even take more than a day or so to do, but then this happened. Of course, âsimpleâ rarely meant what it was supposed to - not when Anakin Skywalker was involved.
He sighed through gritted teeth, flexing his wrists against the restraints. The metal bit into his soft skin. âYouâre awfully calm for someone who just got captured.â
Obi-Wan tilted his head, unbothered, âPanicking rarely solved anything, Anakin. Besides⌠Patience is a Jediâs ally.â
Anakin groaned, sagging against his restraints. âYeah, yeah. Patience, serenity, all that Jedi wisdom.â
Obi-Wan offered a small, infuriating smile. âExactly.â
Anakin frowned, turning his head to look at his Master as much as he could, his eyes narrowing suspiciously, âYou know something I donât, Master?â
That familiar, maddening smile tugged at Obi-Wanâs lips, âLetâs just say⌠I have faith.â
âIn what?â Anakin was about to ask, until the metal door in front of them clanged open with a violent hiss, smoke curling from its edges. Sparks rained down like stars as the silhouette of a long figure stepped into the room. The droids immediately pivoted towards the figure, blasters raised. But the figure didnât move. They stood there, mysterious, ominous, cloaked in robes of dark grey and black that almost seemed to absorb the light around them. The hood of their cloak was pulled low, hiding most of their face in shadow. Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan, eyes narrowed in confusion. Obi-Wanâs calm demeanor was as unwavering as ever, but there was something different in his expression. Was that⌠Anticipation? Before Anakin could even voice his thoughts, the figure ignited their lightsaber.
The blade hummed to life with an eerie, calming hiss of blue. The sound filled the room, and then, without warning, the figure moved. In a flash, they were a blur of speed, their cloak fluttering behind them as they dashed toward the first droid. The droid fired, but the blaster bolt never reached its target. With a swift flick of their wrist, they deflected the shot effortlessly, sending it spiraling back into the droidâs chest. Sparks erupted, and the droid collapsed with a mechanical screech.
Before the others could react, they were already moving - their lightsaber spinning in a tight, rapid circle in front of them, deflecting a volley of blaster bolts with ease. One hand shot out, and a blast of the Force slammed three droids into the wall, crushing them like tin cans. They leapt forward, flipping mid-air, landing in a crouch as their blade swept in a clean arc, slicing through metal. And within seconds, the floor was littered with the smoking remains of droids. Limbs scattered, circuits sparking, and metal still hissing from the fierce heat of their blade; Anakin watched, hanging from his restraints, in a state of awe.
With a calm exhale, you sheathed your lightsaber, before clipping it smoothly to your hip. You turned on your heel, facing the two Jedi still dangling from their restraints. Jutting your hip out, hands settling on your waist, you raised a brow beneath your hood.Â
âWell,â You said dryly, âDonât you two look tied up at the moment.â
Obi-Wan chuckled, the corners of his mouth lifting as he gestured towards the restraints with a tilt of his chin. âMind giving us a hand?â
Without so much as lifting a finger, the cuffs snapped open with a metallic click, and both Jedi dropped to the floor, landing on their feet. Anakin watched you, immediately rubbing at his sore wrists.Â
You stepped forward, your cloak swaying behind you, âObi-Wan, still getting yourself into trouble, I see.â
Obi-Wan smiled warmly, clasping your shoulder, âFor the record, it wasnât my fault this time.â
You raised an eyebrow, scoffing, âThatâd be a first.â
Then, you turned toward the younger Jedi, finally pulling down your hood, and revealing your face for the first time. Sharp eyes, calm confidence, and a faint smirk tugging at your lips.
âSo,â You began, eyes giving him a once over before meeting his blue eyes, âYou must be Obi-Wanâs used-to-be Padawan.â
He swallowed, posture straightening slightly, âUh⌠Yeah. Thatâs me.â
Your smirk deepened. âYouâre taller than I expected. And... I gotta say, youâre kind of cute. For a Jedi.â You paused, your eyes lingering on him with an amused glint. âReckless too, I hear. You get that from Obi-Wan.â
He blinked, a slow grin forming upon his lips at your words, âYouâve heard of me?â
âOh,â You said, tilting your head, âEveryoneâs heard of you, Anakin Skywalker.â You teased, amusement in your gaze.
âFunny⌠Iâve never heard of you before.â
You chuckled, stepping closer, âThatâs because Iâm better at staying off the radar.â Then, with a quick nod, you introduced yourself, âNameâs Y/N. Jedi Shadow. Your ride out of here.â
Before he could respond, you spun on your heel with a swish of your cloak and robes, already striding toward the exit. Anakin felt it before he could stop it, his smile growing as his gaze followed you. There was something about the way you moved, the way you fought, the way you spoke.
Obi-Wan nudged him in the side, hard enough to snap him out of it, âCareful, Anakin.â
Anakin blinked and looked over, trying to play it cool and nonchalant. âWhat?â
Obi-Wan gave him that calm, all-knowing look, âSheâs impressive, yes. But if anything were to happen⌠Remember where your loyalties lie. The Order has never been fond of attachments.â
Anakin rolled his eyes, a sigh escaping his lips as he nodded, âYeah, yeah. I get it. No attachments, Master.â
Then, suddenly, you popped around the corner of the shattered doorway, one brow raised and a playful smirk on your lips before you tossed Anakin and Obi-Wan their stolen lightsabers. âWell? You two coming, or are you planning to redecorate this lovely prison cell?â
Fixing his lightsaber to his hip, Anakin didnât hesitate, already moving. His boots echoed against the floor as he quickly caught up with you, that crooked grin breaking into something wider, brighter. He didnât say anything, but the way his eyes lingered on you said more than words ever could.
You caught his gaze, lips curving as you walked beside him. âCareful, Skywalker,â You spoke up, âStare any longer and Iâll start to think you like me.â
Anakinâs smirk deepened, his eyes still fixed on you. âMaybe I do,â He said smoothly, voice low. âIs that going to be a problem?â
You glanced at Obi-Wan, who gave you a knowing look, but you shrugged it off, rolling your eyes before turning back to Anakin. You hummed thoughtfully, âHmm... No, I donât think itâll be a problem at all.â
Anakin grinned, clearly pleased with your response, and as the two of you walked side by side, the tension between you felt almost tangible. Obi-Wan simply sighed, muttering under his breath, âThis is going to be interestingâŚâ
love story (cause you were Romeo, you were throwing pebbles, and my Daddy said stay away from Juliet.)
anakin skywalker x jedi!reader
requested - anon
warnings - none
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Anakin didn't like rules. He didn't like being told what to do and when to do it. It made him itch under the skin, the feeling returning from when he was a child and he had no say, no choice in his own life.
He liked control, and he also liked bending the rules to fit him. Not breaking them â entirely â no, he just simply liked to bend them. Plead ignorance, selective hearing, he'd once heard his Master say after he'd done something rash yet again.
You, on the other hand? You'd never been one to fall for his escapades. You'd never been one to sneak out of the temple at night to the lower levels, no matter how many of your friends had tried to convince you. Rules were safe.
Safe was good. Safe was alive â and during a war like this one? Alive was something you cherished.
Anakin, on the other hand, seemed to care less about his current status as alive, and it part infuriated, part intrigued you to endless amounts.
You'd be blind to ignore the way he'd matured from 19 to 22. The way his smile made your stomach flip and your body feel warm. The way you secretly enjoyed his incessant following.
It wasn't that he wasn't attractive; it was that for a Jedi to have attachments, you would be breaking your oath. You'd risk the safety and security of the order you'd grown up in.
Still, you gravitated towards each other like the way the sun orbited the planets â far enough away to be safe but never far enough away that you'd lose sight.
Like now, most people in the temple were alseep or off on yet another mission yet you knew he was around. You always knew. Anakin rarely hid his force signature around you, it was like a constant and steady presence brushing against your own in silent question.
He'd always appear if you let him in â on the rare occasion you blocked the feeling he'd sulk but let you be.
You hardly heard his foot steps, the sound of the fountain trickling softly as you felt him near. "You really like it in here." Anakin's lips curled as you turned your head to watch him, his own heart picking up at the sight of you for the first time in weeks.
"I heard your mission went well." He paused besides you, relief almost evident in his tone as you watched the water trickle slowly. "Yeah. No one died which is always a win." Your voice was soft, tired from the constant buzz that was war.
"That's the goal isn't it? Keep people safe, avoid casualties."
You were quiet for a moment, his words filling the air as he glanced at you. "You say that now...but I know you hardly keep yourself safe."
Anakin paused, a eyebrow raising as he pursed his lips in amusement. "Hmm. I guess â maybe I value saving others over myself" He mused eyes flicking around the open space as you bristled slightly. "You have no respect for your own life."
"I'm still here arent i?"
"You get lucky."
"Yeah? I think your glad that i get lucky," Anakin grinned, something more playful now as he turned to face you his arms crossed. "Don't flatter yourself." You watched him from the corner of your eye, one of his hands reaching for a pebble before tossing it into the fountain, before grabbing another and repeating.
"You're not saying no?"
"You're impossible." You couldn't help the way your lips pulled as you shook your head, the familiar back and forth settling like a blanket over you both as he tossed more pebbles, his eyes sliding over to you every so often.
You were both quiet for a moment, the sound of water splashing filling the quiet before he turned to you, a hand running through his hair as he seemed to think for a moment.
"...Did you think about it?"
"I did,"
"And?"
A deep sigh fell from your lips as you felt his eyes follow the way your expression tensed and then fell. "We can't!" His eyebrows furrowed at your words, something like frustration simmering in his stomach at your reply.
"No one has to know." Anakin's voice dropped slightly, something more soothing as his hand reached out to take one of your own, his fingers warm against your cold ones.
"You can't keep ignoring this...ignoring me." His eyes bored into yours as he stepped closer, the distance between you both quickly closing. "I can't ignore it, and I know you can't either," his lips quirked as you sucked in a breath, as if his words pained you.
Because you knew he was right.
"Anakin, it's wrongâ"
"Says who?"
You huffed, shaking your head in disbelief as you gestured around with your free hand, "The order! Everyone around usâAnakin, you know it goes against everything we've been told."
Anakin's own breath caught. His grip over your hand tightened as his features darkened at your refusal. He couldn't understand your hesitance; it was far from the worst thing you could be doing as a Jediâ in his mind, at least.
"Well, I don't care what they say is wrong! I won't let them decide this." Something uneasy swirled in his tone, the look on his face one of something bordering on hate as the words fell from his lips like fire.
He was close enough that his chest brushed yours as his other hand tipped your chin up, his gaze softening from the fire you'd seen a moment ago.
"We can figure it out, okay? Just us," Your heart caught at his words, warmth rushing your bones as you felt your defences fall in the same way they always did. You were weak, and he knew it.
"Me and you. That's all that matters."
His lips were on yours before you could even breathe, all thoughts melting from your mind as you pressed into his touch. Any idea of how this could go up in flames seemed to disappear as your world narrowed down to the feel of his hands on your body and his lips against yours.
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Anakin Skywalker had been having these dreams, prophecies? each night he falls asleep in his bed or halfway through meditation he has these terribly painful dreams. he closes his eyes and drift asleep. he wakes up in a dark void and hears a girl crying for him or calling his name.
he walks through the freezing cold void for what seems like an eternity before he sees her. you. your on the ground with your legs lucked under you. you look up at him and call out for him, your face is streaked in tears. he runs to you, though every step feels incredibly heavy and slow. every single dream he tells himself that heâll put all his effort to get to you in time but no matter how much âeffortâ his dream self puts in just as his hand reaches yours you simply disappear. he wakes up after those dreams shaking and gasping. tonight after a long day of training he lays in bedâwaiting the inevitable of falling asleep and experiencing the horrible dream.
he finds himself in a dream but not that familiar dream. heâs sitting on a sunbathed balcony, light blinds him momentarily and heat buzzes on his skin. as he gains full awareness in the dream he hears a voice. itâs barley audible and hard to make out but one thing is clear. itâs you. he looks down and sees you laid across his lap in a flowing white dress that looks around your thighs. your hair is tangles and a little messy applying that he had been running his hands through it. though he canât remember doing so.
he looks to your face. your face covered in miss placed freckles and more darker beauty marks and eyes a striking blue under the sun. your speaking, your lips move and he can see the slight unevenness of your front teeth that make you look so⌠real. your talking and despite all his harsher dreams in the past where your voice has been crystal clear, in this dream he can barley make out what your saying. he stares at you before you finally look up at him.
you smile softly. âthere you areâ you reach a hand up to gently trace his jaw, finger tip running back and forth. âwhatâŚâ his voice just below a whisper. you smile knowingly.
he closes his eyes momentarily, half because heâs savouring the feeling and half because the sun is making his vision bubbly and hazy. he lets you stroke and trace his jaw and then neck. heâs not sure how long it has been but you slowly shift and sit up. he opens his eyes. âMy sweet Anakinâ your murmur. he doesnât understand what that means âmy sweet Anakinâ but his soul does. you lean in and press your lips against his. the kiss holds no lust or hunger. it is warm, soft and slow. after a moment of being stunned at how real it all feels he kisses back. your hands slide down from his jaw and then his chest. hands lingering as they trace his stomach through his shirt before running down to his belt.
âIâve been waiting for youâ you whisper, voice still hazy and dreamy to Anakin. he gasps softly as he begin to unbuckle his belt. âIt feels like an eternity waiting to touch youâ you whisper. âthen touch meâ his voice trembles. âdonât wake upâstay with me, okay?â you ask softly. he nods. âI promise. I wonâtâ he whispers before kissing you and continuing the soft and slow kiss.
your fingers slipped into his trousers before your fingers brushed against his growing arousal. this is perfect and so strangely familiar but suddenly the light grows harshly and the perfect world begins to shift.
âWait no, donât stopâpleaseâ he whispers as if they could continue and finish this perfect moment in a matter of seconds that grow less coherent and more hazy. his arms wrap around your back, fingers digging into your soft back as if holding tightly onto you will stop you from disappearing. his vision is nonexistent and he can no longer feel you in his arms but he hears one thing.
âI love you aniâ
he wakes up and thereâs already tears streaming down his face. he chokes and coughs, his hand reaches up to grasp at his chest. he feels like the love of his life has been ripped away from him and heâs only dreamed of her a handful of times. his whole body aches to have her in his arms again, to feel his fingers in your soft flesh and your hands slipping into his pants. he collapses back onto his pillow and immediately wraps his arms around his pillow, trying to imitate the feeling of you in his arms.
a/n: so sorry for disappearing for however long!! this chapter is building for the next part so just trust and follow me on this hahah
part four | part two | part one | part three
pairing: anakin skywalker x jedi!reader (fem reader)
*29 BBY*
âAni,â the audio of the holopad scratches out of the speakers, your voice muffled under Anakinâs hand covering the speakers, âyou would not believe how beautiful this planet is.â You huff out excitedly through your audio message. Anakin and you had promised to send each other secret holo-messages during your time apart to keep each other up to date on your lives. Anakin figured it would be more of you updating him on your new adventures, than vice versa, since he was still stuck at the temple, but he still planned on keeping his promise. The holopad lights up again with the continuation of your message, âitâs all lush and alive here, thereâs flora and greenery growing all over the palace, Iâve never seen anything quite like it.â
Anakin continues to listen to your message, keeping the speaker muffled with his hand to preserve the quietness, and even pulling a blanket over him to make sure the light from the holopad isnât seen. Heâs alone in his room and itâs late at night, but he doesnât want to catch the attention of any jedis up late near his room.Â
Anakin didnât want to admit it to anyone but he was starting to get nervous that he hadnât heard from you prior to today. It had been a month since you and Master Plo Koon departed from Coruscant and he knew your schedule would be busy on your mission, but still, he had hoped he wouldâve heard from you by now, maybe at least just a short message saying youâve made it and if you were enjoying yourself or not. He had sent a few over the past few weeks, explaining what him and Obi-Wan had been up to, not much admittedly, but he hoped that if he kept you up with his weekly doings, that maybe you would remember to send yours back.Â
As the weeks started to pass with no word from you, he started to feel more and more anxious, but the small, rationale part of his brain reminded him that someone on Coruscant would have to know if things went poorly, right? It was surface level mission, more for support and diplomacy, then real hands-on work, so if something did happen Obi-Wan would know and tell him, right?
Thankfully, there was no real concern because when he was doing his readings after dinner tonight, he saw the small red alert in the corner of the screen notifying of the outstanding message, and he felt like he could take a deep breath again. Anakin knew he wouldnât be able to scurry off so early in the evening to listen to your message, but it was itching at him that he had to wait even longer to hear your voice and your update. Luck continued to be in Anakinâs favor tonight though as it seemed as Obi-Wan was also interested in an early night, and let Anakin head off to his room earlier than usual.
Anakin rushed through his nightly routine so he could hop in bed, pull the blanket over his head, and hit play on his holopad, your voice filling the space underneath the blanket. He leaned his head back with his eyes closed, listening in as you continued on with your stories of this past month. The sprawling greens of the palace, the fountains made of marble and stone flowing with fresh, clean water, and the palace itself, with an uncountable number of rooms, all filled with the most soft and luxurious materials you have ever seen and felt. You even had your own room at this palace, it was nowhere near as luxurious as the royal familyâs rooms but you swear that the bed alone in your room was the same size as your whole room back at the temple.Â
You sighed happily as you explained that the skies were clear on this planet, no continuous roar of ships filling the skyline like Coruscant, no smog or heavy smell of fuel, just blue skies with a soft sweet breeze, and sometimes, a rare cloudy day. The noisiest part of the palace was the birds, you explained, early in the morning, their calls awakening you for your morning rounds, and the sounds of calls outside of your window every night as the birds settled during the sunset.Â
But when the birds were quiet after the sun had settled, and the light had gone dark outside, you could hear the crush of the waves on the shore. You explained to him that initially you hated the early morning shifts for rounds, but within the past week or so, you really grew to love the sounds of the world waking up at the same time as you. Sometimes you would even be up before the birds and would be outside in time to see the initial daybreak across the skyline that alerted the birds.
Anakin was happy to hear about your new adventure and how great the location was, but he couldnât help the feeling of envy crawling up his spine. He wanted his own adventure like that, he was sold this idea of what a life would be like as a jedi, but for the most part since entering the order, heâs felt trapped within the walls of the temple. How you describe the planet youâre staying on currently reminds of him of his time on Naboo when he was younger during the battle, he itches for that freedom and excitement again.Â
He also itches to see PadmĂŠ again. As you ramble on about the royal family you are serving, his mind travels to the previous queen of Naboo and what she may be up to now. Is there a possibility of him going to Naboo for diplomatic reasons and seeing her again? The same way you are with your mission? He wouldnât mind that. Going back to Naboo, showing PadmĂŠ the jedi he has become. He had been wanting to keep up to date with the news of Naboo and the new senator, but Obi-Wanâs training schedule has kept him busy.
Your voice brings Anakin back to his surroundings as he listens to you continue on, âIâve even been able to join the queen and the princess to the town center for their shopping trips, and with the chefs and handmaidens for their trips to farmerâs markets. I havenât seen anything like it, itâs not like the markets in Coruscant at all. I think you would love it hereâŚI wish you could join me. Maybe I could sneak a few pictures of the grounds to you? Will have to do it when no oneâs around though, donât think I could really explain away why I am taking pictures with my holopad to the rest of the guards or Master Plo Koon.â
Anakin canât help but close his eyes again and rest his head back as he relaxes in for the night, listening to your voice carry on. Tomorrow morning heâll regret not pausing your voice message, but for right now, your voice is exactly what he needs to get his first restful night of sleep in a while.
âŚ
*3 months after departure*Â
âUgh Ani,â your groan crackling over the speakers of the holopad, âitâs so boring out here, itâs just round after round, every dayyy-yuh,â Anakin chuckles at the tone of your voice, your message from last night playing as he gets ready for his day on Coruscant.Â
âNothingâs really been happening, every day seems to be the same out hereâŚat least I get some outside time, it seems a lot of their staff is stuck inside with them. None of the royals really seem to leave the palace, itâs likeâŚa rare occasion for them to even go out to their gardens. Which is mind boggling to me, they spend alllll this money on all of these luscious gardens and luxurious items and they donât even use them a majority of the time.â
Anakin can hear the sounds of your shoes shuffling in what he assumes are loose stones in the background of your call. You continue on, âI will say though, I have gotten closer with some of the princessâs handmaidens and some of the groundskeepers, it seems like a lot of the workers here are very kind.â
You pause, some more shuffling from your feet, and you werenât wrong, the birds really are loud around you. âI even went on one of my rounds the other night with Sella, sheâs one of the princessesâ handmaidens, and at the end of the round, she asked if I had seen the tunnels. And Iâm like the tunnels? I had no idea they had existed, but she walked me through this hidden door behind one of the shelves of the hall, and showed me the emblem on the shelves to show which shelves are actually hidden doors. The tunnels were crazy though, there had to be dozens of them that we walked by on the way to the tunnel near my room. Apparently, there are some that lead to the royalsâ rooms. Itâs good thing I had Sella with me thought, because I couldâve easily gotten lost in the maze they have built within this place.â
âBut also, Sella was telling me about this rumor of a hidden hangar under the palace. She had never seen it herself, because I asked if itâs the same as the one we had flown into outside of the grounds, closer to the town, but apparently, along with the hidden hangar thereâs also a hidden bunker accessible through the tunnelsâ your voice pauses over the speaker, before adding âwait, donât tell anyone I said that though. I told Sella I would keep it a secretâŚbut itâs not like youâre here anyways.â
âbut yeah, apparently thereâs all of these hidden passageways and tunnels buried all throughout the palace. I only know about the one so far, but Sella said that thereâs a lot more, all built to keep the royals safe and to let them escape if thereâs ever an attack or something, which makes sense, and you knowâŚit makes sense that everything would have to be kept hush hush.â
âI told Sella though that we have got to get something like this back in the Jedi temple, imagine how easy it would be to sneak out if we had some tunnels? That would be cool huh?â You pause, catching your breath from talking excitedly, but continue on âoh but yeah, as I was saying thereâs not much going on around here right now.â
âI feel like most of my work out here has just been being on call, going on rounds, and going to the town for some of the chores, like shopping or picking up their new wardrobe pieces. Which is fine, I guess, at least Iâm not just stuck inside all day, but like, I really thought I would be doing something here, not just playing chaperone for these royals. They have their own guards, so itâs not like Iâm doing much of the work, Iâm just tagging along with their rounds, but theyâre kind of jerks. Itâs weird, itâs like they donât even acknowledge the rest of the staff of the palace.â
âIâve been here, what? A couple of months now? And I swear the handmaidens and groundskeepers are closer to me than they are the guards, and itâs like the guards refuse to even acknowledge themâŚthereâre only a few handmaidens that the guards will talk to or acknowledge more than a grunt. Thereâs Vitiia and Mala who are the queenâs handmaidens, I think they have been here the longest⌠and then I know they sometimes will talk to Sella, but when it comes to the caretakers or the groundskeepers, I swear they donât talk to anyoneee.â
âMy friend Anvril, whoâs the son of one of the older groundskeepers, said his dad used to be close with some of the guards since theyâve been here for so long, but now? Nothing. Itâs just ugh, so weirdâŚâ
âŚ
The sun feels warm on your skin this afternoon, but itâs a welcomed change, having been stuck in the palace all morning with Master Plo Koon, working on some trainings and meditations. Not much has been changing on these palace grounds these past couple of months, but going outside at least gives you a break from the cold marble and stone floors and walls inside the palace.Â
âAnvril!â you happily call out to your friend from the foot path, spotting Anvril crouched in one of the voluminous flower beds sprawling along the most inner fence of the palace walls. His head whips to stare at you, eyes wide.
âStars above, you scared meâŚâ Anvril sighs standing up and stepping away from the fence, he looks around dusting his hands off on his pants, âwhat are you doing out here? You and the guards out on a round?â He steps out of the flower bed and crosses the manicured lawn to meet you on the stone pathway, his eyes scanning the area.
âOh no,â you wave your hand at him absentmindedly, âjust me out here.â You donât notice how Anvrilâs shoulders seem to relax, âmy Master got pulled into a meeting with the royal guards and told me to go do a quick roundâŚso thatâs what Iâm up to.â
You look around him, peering at the bag of tools near the fence and then back up at him, âwhat are you up to?â
Anvril scratches the back his neck, looking between you and the bag, before sighing out and saying âuh, my dad mentioned that there seems to be a rodent problem on the grounds again, so heâs been having meâŚcheck for weaknesses in the fences.â
âReally?â You ask a bit incredulously, âI havenât seen anything.â
âAh well, you know, youâve been on the morning route recently, and these rodentsâŚwell they seem to be coming out more right after dusk.â
âRight, yeahâ you nod, âhuh, well, better you than me.â You laugh up at Anvril before adding, âI donât really like rodents, there was a small cluster of mites in the temple once, and I swear we could hear the scurrying all nightâŚwoke up and there was one in my bed, blegh.â Anvril laughs alongside with you at your anecdote and miming.
âŚ
*7 months after departure*
âHey Ani,â He hears your voice and then some shuffling around in the background, âsorry I havenât been sending as many messages, everything is still fine hereâŚwell I guess kind of fine. I donât really know.â
âWe had to close the gates to the town center recently, and thereâs been some more guards put in place along the fences, and even some guards on rounds now, which is kind of annoying because theyâre always just awkwardly walking behind meâŚbut thatâs beside the point, Master Plo Koon told me thereâs some fears of civil unrest starting to spark up in the town, and I even overheard from the guards that thereâs a suspected terrorist group in town now.â
âNothingâs really happened so they canât do anything about it yet, but weâve pretty much been locked down in the palace yards nowâŚwhich I guess is fine all things considered. Like if I am going to be stuck somewhere, it might as well be a palace, right?â
âI feel like even the royals are starting to get antsy being stuck here, I would like never see them before, and now? Even the king and queen are doing rounds around the greensâŚwhich donât tell anyone I said thisâ you pause, your voice lowering a bit before continuing âbut itâs so annoying because when theyâre out no oneâs allowed to do anything fun out there. Like itâs bad enough when the guards are out on âroundsâ and lurking around the greens too, but at least theyâre cool with giving me space and we all kind of do our thing in our own areas, but when the royal family is out? Everyone has to stop what they are doing to keep an eye on them.â
âThe first time I noticed they were out on a walk, well it was technically before I even noticed, I was doing my normal route on the stone path following the path a snail was taking, and Master Plo Koon literally had to grab my shoulder and pull me back before I accidentally walked into their group of guards surrounding, but like how was I supposed to know out of the almost year weâve been out here, that that would be the first day they choose to go outside? And in my path no less? Ugh.â
âThe princess comes out sometimes too, and sheâs pretty nice, a little weird, but itâs fine I guess, itâs nice to have to someone whoâs not old to chat to every once in a whileâŚIâll keep you updated on anything else going on around here though. Fingers crossed something cool happens and I can finally show all of these boring old guards my training.â
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I don't know how the night might change us (Part 1)
Pairing: Fox x Padawan!Reader / Fox x fem!Reader
Summary: Trying to escape the unwelcome attention of a senator, you take refuge on a balcony - and find yourself in the company of a certain Commander in scarlet armor. Little do you know, this encounter is about to change you forever.
Word count: 8.2k
Tags/Warnings: NSFW 18+; I wanted to write porn with plot, but this turned out to be 73.96% plot and 26.04% porn (I did the math); pinv sex; oral (f receiving); edging; kind of drunk sex; unprotected sex (but we all know better right?); smoking; alcohol; Fox is a cocky bastard; Reader is wearing heels and a red dress; Reader is over 18, just didn't pass the trials yet; had to throw in an overprotective big brother; it's Cody, of course it is; just a tiny bit of angst; slightly awkward!Reader
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A/n: So this is the first 'x reader' thing i've ever written. Fox brainrot is real guys, couldn't escape it. Was this supposed to be a one-shot? yes. Is it a one-shot? not really, i'm pretty much setting up possible follow-ups. Am I gonna write said follow-ups? ...maybe.
Title is from Terrified by Vincent Lima - which is sooo Fox-coded in my opinion đ
3rd image is a painting by Miguel Dominguez
Cody's scar origin is from this video that I loved so fucking much, I had to adopt the headcanon too.
ori'vod - older brother ; vod'ika - little sister
vod - brother ; vode - brothers
cyar'ika - sweetheart, darling
meshâla - beautiful
osik - crap, shit
shabuir - extreme insult - *jerk*, but much stronger
Shab kyrâunsenâye - made this up to mean 'fuck off and die'
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The senator grips your arm in a way that causes your face to briefly scrunch in disgust, but thereâs nothing you can do besides quickly schooling your expression back to a neutral one. Your eyes search through the crowd of elegantly dressed sentients, franticly trying to find anyone that could help get you out of this uncomfortable situation. You see your Master â Obi-Wan is all the way on the other side of the grandiose event hall, engrossed in what appears to be quite a serious conversation with Master Windu. Or, it might as well be idle chitchat about the weather â you can never tell when it comes to the Council Member.
Your eyes keep shifting through the crowd, scanning for orange-painted palstoid â if Obi-Wan canât help you, maybe your oriâvod can. But any hope of securing help from the Commander dissolves in a second. Cody seems to be in just as bad of a situation, standing next to Rex and surrounded by a group of wealthy socialites you know they are supposed to impress â thatâs the point of this whole damn gala isnât it? showing off the Republicâs perfect soldiers and gathering more funds for this never-ending war. You catch his gaze and faintly tilt your head towards the man still holding onto your arm, allowing a barely visible eye roll to communicate you disdain. Codyâs shrugs and nods, his movements just as discreet â he knows exactly how it feels. Your attention is then caught by the same speech youâve heard at least five times tonight.
âAnd she is the first Jedi Master that our planet has had in 200 years. We could not be more proud of all her accomplishmentsâ, the senator exclaims.
âPadawanâ, you correct, âI have not yet passed my Trialsâ. How many times do you need to explain it to this man?
âRight, of course. Weâre still so, so proudâ.
The mixed group of men and women nod, and a few flashes from the holo-cameras make you recoil â journalists form your homeworld, the senator explained earlier. You donât understand why he insists on having so many pictures of the two of you taken, but you bite your tongue and play your part, praying to the Force youâll finally be able to escape his grasp soon. You take a sip of the sparkling chandrillan wine youâre holding â you are so over this whole evening.
The Force finally seems to take pity on you â a man in expensive-looking robes calls the senatorâs name and he finally releases your arm in order to shake his hand. With a curtly muttered âexcuse me just a momentâ you hurry away, making a beeline for the nearest balcony door. The room feels stuffy and you desperately need some air. As you move through the crowd, you slightly roll your ankle and curse under your breath â what in the hell possessed you to wear heels? â but nevertheless you carry on.
As soon as the door shuts, you lean against its coloured transparisteel, close your eyes and finally breathe out a sigh of relief. The night air is chilly, the sun having long disappeared past the horizon, and it feels soothing against your heated cheeks. You did not think youâd have to stay for so long, but the damn party just wonât end. Maybe youâll be able to hide out here for the rest of it.
âYou alright?â, a deep voice startles you and your eyes snap open.
Turning your head to your right, you notice a man leaning against the durasteel railing and you feel your heart skip a beat. He is a clone â Coruscant Guard by the looks of his armor, but heâs just soâŚ
The cloneâs hair is drizzled by streaks of grey and thereâs a prominent scar across the bridge of his nose. There seem to be more scars scattered on his face, but in the faint, reddish light coming through the transparisteel, you cannot make out that much detail. Smoke is enveloping him, and your eyes travel down to the lit cigarra in his hand. An empty glass sits next to him on the railing, only two cubes of slowly melting ice remaining on the bottom. Another details grabs your attention â the kama. Youâre pretty sure youâre looking at a Commander. Now if you could figure out which one.
The man cocks his head to the side, an amused expression sparkling in his eyes. Right⌠he asked you a question and all youâve done is stare at him â you might as well be drooling. Get a grip.
Straightening, you turn to face him better. âYes. I just really needed some air⌠and to escape some unwanted attentionâ, you confess.
âSenator Brenkoâ, the clone nods, an understanding passing over his facial features.
âYeah⌠how did you know?â
âItâs my job to pay attentionâ, he says dryly, taking a drag out of the cigarra.
Your eyes involuntarily track the movement, focusing on the way his lips enclose around it. Suddenly, your throat feels really dry, so you down the last of the sparkling wine in your glass. Maybe that wasnât the best decision â it was not your first glass of the night and youâre starting to feel the buzz of the alcohol. But itâs not enough. The past hours of being paraded around by the senator have left you restless and irritated, and youâre craving something to take the edge off.
Slowly, you walk to the railing and place your empty glass next to his, then eye the cigarra which is back between his lips. You promised Cody you were done with tabac⌠but one cigarra every now and then canât hurt, right?
âDo you have another one of those?â
A small smirk tugs at the cloneâs lips as he reaches for one of the pouches on his belt, procuring a pack of cigarras and tilting it towards you. You take one out of the pack, bringing it up to your nose to inhale its aroma before placing it between your lips. The clone then takes out a small, metallic lighter, igniting the flame and holding it out in front if you. The normal thing to do would be to simply lean in, but for some reason, your hand gently grasps his, bringing it closer in order to light the cigarra, your gaze lifting to meet his as you do so. Youâre not sure if he minds â his face remains impassive, but you do catch the way his posture slightly tenses at your touch.
âThank you, CommanderâŚ?â, you prompt, exhaling the first puff of burning smoke.
âFoxâ, the clone replies, standing a bit taller.
Your eyebrows briefly lift up. The Commander Fox, head of the Coruscant Guard.
Youâve heard plenty about him from Cody â mostly complaints. Then again, Cody might still be slightly bitter about that scar on his face, courtesy of a very drunk Fox one night at the 79s. You werenât there to witness it, but Boil has provided a very detailed retelling. The words âmiserable assholeâ have also been thrown around â that one was Wolffeâs description. Codyâs main grievance, however, is Fox pulling away from them for what he considers no good reason, and how impossible it is to get to talk to his brother.
Rex, on the other hand, always tries to defend Fox whenever he comes up in conversation at the 79s, especially after Wolffe has had a few drinks and starts tearing into him. Youâve heard so many contradictory accounts of the man standing in front of you, you have no idea what to make of him.
Safe to say, you are intrigued.
âNice to meet you, Commander. Iâmââ
âCodyâs Padawan. I knowâ, Fox interjects, his eyes giving you a once-over.
âCodyâs Padawan?â, you repeat with a chuckle. âI donât think Master Kenobi would agree with that statementâ
âJust clone-talkâ, he shrugs.
You narrow your eyes. You really, really shouldnât meddle in their relationship â itâs not your place. But Cody is important to you â he is your oriâvod after all â and youâve seen how much Foxâs gradual disappearance has been weighing on him. What the hell. Youâre feeling bold tonight anyway.
âThat implies you and Cody talk, and I know for a fact you do not pick up his commsâ, you jab, taking a slow drag of the cigarra.
All amusement seems to disappear from his eyes and his gaze turns cold. You donât falter â you square your shoulders and stare him down, making it very clear youâre expecting a reply.
âIâm busyâ, he mumbles.
âCodyâs busy tooâ, you counter, âbut he still makes time to comm his brothersâ.
Foxâs jaw clenches and his eyes dart to the door of the balcony. For a moment you think youâve offended him so much that heâs going to leave and youâre about to open your mouth to apologise, only to be stopped by a low, defeated sigh. Fox tosses the nearly-finished cigarra into his empty glass, the ambers fizzling out as they touch the melted ice. He pulls another one from his pouch, lights it, and shifts his stance, resting his forearms against the railing.
âWell, busy looks different on Coruscantâ, he says, gaze lost to the skyline.
He sounds so tired and for some reason your heart breaks for him. You have seen your fair share of the ugliness of Coruscant â and if youâre honest youâve never really liked it here. An uncomfortable feeling of guilt stirs in your stomach. You do not know this man and you do not know what he has to deal with on a daily basis. All you know is what other people have told you and their retellings are clouded by personal feelings. Maybe you were too quick to judge.
âThis place does fucking suckâ, you comment, leaning back on the railing.
Fox huffs a small laugh and turns his head to look at you. âIs that the kind of language they teach at that Temple of yours?â.
You roll your eyes. âMy master had a very colourful way of expressing herself. My first Master, that is. She died at the beginning of the war â itâs how I ended up in the 212thâ, you explain, smiling ruefully at his muttered condolences. âObi-Wan would probably have a stroke if he heard meâ.
âDonât think Cody would be too pleased eitherâ, he adds.
âReally? Cause heâs the one who taught me how to swear in Mandoâaâ, you lie, wanting to gauge how well he knows his brother.
âCody?â, he asks, giving you a look.
âYes, Codyâ, you affirm.
âNot a chance. I do not believe that for a secondâ.
You genuinely laugh and shake your head. âFineâ, you admit, âit was actually some of the boys from the 501stâ.
âThat I can believeâ, the Commander nods. Thereâs a pause in the conversation as both of you gather your thoughts. Before you can find the next thing to say, he continues. âWhatâs your favourite then?â
You mull it over, going through the words and phrases you know. âNot sure if I have a favourite, but âShab kyrâunsenâyeâ was pretty much all I had in my head earlierâ, you say, gesturing to the door of the balcony with the hand holding the cigarra. âHonestly you should get a medal just for dealing with these fuckers every dayâ.
Fox arches a brow, that spark of amusement back in his eyes.
âOh, sorry. Esteemed fuckersâ, you correct.
The Commander laughs â actually laughs â something that, based on everything youâve heard about him, you didnât think was possible. âI see why Cody likes youâ.
You join in on the laughter, before adding, âno but really, how do you deal with them every single day? Iâve only spent time with one tonight and I was ready to commit murder after only 15 minutesâ.
âHonestly?â, Fox says, taking a long drag of the cigarra, âI tune out most of what they sayâ.
âReally?â.
âReallyâ, he confirms. âThey just like to hear themselves talk, theyâre never really looking for a reply â it would interrupt their monologues. Iâm sure youâve noticed â did Brenko let you get a single word in?â.
âNot reallyâ, you contemplate. âAnd Iâve even corrected him on something at least five timesâ.
âHow dare you ruin his campaign?â, Fox jokes.
You frown, confusion clearly written on your face. âWhat campaign?â.
The Commander straightens, turning to face you better. âThe re-election campaign. His term as a senator is almost over. I assumed thatâs why he was parading you around all night â trying to imply he has the support of the Jediâ.
Your entire body tenses as a wave of anger violently crashes over you. âThat⌠that fucking shabuir. Of course he was just using me, I shouldâve realisedâ. Shaking your head, you let out a sharp exhale. âYou know that could actually get me in trouble? Iâm a Jedi, Iâm not supposed to support anyoneâs fucking political campaign. Fucking bastard!â.
Finishing your cigarra, you throw it into the empty glass next to his earlier one. Youâre already imagining having to explain yourself in front of the Council, and the disappointed looks you will receive. Why did you always have to be so polite? You shouldâve said no to the holo-photos. You shouldnât have let him drag you around and introduce you to all those people. You shouldâve told him not to touch you. Your gaze lifts and you suddenly realise the Commander is studying you intently. Was your outburst too much? Heat rises to your cheeks and you quickly look away.
âSorryâ, you mumble.
âWhy are you apologising?â, Fox asks, eyebrows pinching.
âFor getting so angry. Not very Jedi-likeâ, you laugh bitterly.
The Commander shakes his head and chuckles. âThatâs adorable â you actually think that was angryâ, he teases.
You swear your heart does a somersault at hearing he thinks youâre adorable and you shuffle awkwardly in place, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grinning like an idiot. The movement reminds you that your feet are killing you and you once again curse your decision to wear heels. You need to sit down for a moment.
Placing your hands on either side of your hips on the durasteel railing, you push yourself up to sit. Before you're even fully settled, a strong hand encircles your waist, steadying you with a firm hold at the small of your back. Your brain takes a second to process whatâs happening â his hand on your lower back feels as if it's burning, filling you with a warmth that seems to unfortunately travel to your core. Heâs close now, too close, and his whiskey-coloured eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine.
âIâm not gonna fall, Commanderâ, you say once you regain your composure, your voice a little strained but mixed with amusement.
âDonât want to risk it. Cody would have my head if I let anything happen to you. And that is quite a dropâ, he remarks.
âYeah but Iâm a Jediâ, you scoff playfully. âEven if I fall Iâd be able to use the Force and land safelyâ.
âIâd really prefer it if you didnât fallâ, Fox reiterates.
His hand is still on your back, and it doesnât seem heâll move it away any time soon. Youâre not sure why, but you want to test him. Maintaining eye contact, you allow a small, mischievous smile to grace your features, right before you abruptly push back against his hand. As expected, you barely budge.
âDonât!â, Fox warns, his voice low and commanding.
You roll your eyes, trying your hardest to ignore the dampness in your underwear. Maker why do you find him so hot?
âFine, fine, Iâll behaveâ, you promise, âYou can let go nowâ.
âIâll let go when your feet are back on the groundâ, he counters.
âAre you serious?â, you laugh.
The look he gives you silences you immediately. He is, actually, dead serious. You bite your lip and look away. The warmth of his hand, even though the fabric of his gloves, is extremely distracting.
âWell then, Commander, I hope youâre comfortable. My feet are killing me and I plan to sit here for a whileâ, you challenge.
âIâm fine, donât worryâ, he replies. His tone is infuriatingly casual.
Silence settles over the two of you and you donât know which part drives you more mad â his hand on your back, his thighplate pressed against you knee, his intense gaze or the way he appears completely unfazed by any of it. You try to keep your face neutral and your breathing steady, but you simply canât help the way your breath catches in your throat when Fox finishes his cigarra and leans over you to toss it in the empty glass, briefly caging you in. For a second, you think you see his gaze dropping to your lips and you curse yourself when your own eyes wonder to his.
You shouldnât be thinking like this â it would be wrong on so many levels. Maybe you both share the same rank, but heâs a clone, a soldier, and youâre a Jedi â itâs simply not allowed. Plus, he is Codyâs brother, and not just in the way all clones are vode â Fox and Cody were batchmates, they grew up together, their bond is different. Cody would not approve. And youâre fairly certain itâs all in your head anyway. But even if you werenât imagining the tension, even if Fox somehow felt it too, it wouldnât change the fact that it was forbidden.
âWould you really get in trouble?â, Fox breaks the silence.
âW-What?â, you stutter.
âFor those holo-pics with Brenkoâ, he clarifies.
You jolt, pulling yourself together. âUhh, depends how theyâll use them, I guessâ.
Fox appears to contemplate something before giving you a stern look. âDo not move!â, he orders.
All you can do is nod.
His hand finally leaves your back, coming to tap the comm on his vambrace. You almost whine at the loss of his warmth, but catch yourself before making a sound. Maker, what has gotten into you?
âStone, come inâ, Fox speaks into the comm.
âYes, vodâ, a voice replies in less than five seconds.
âThe journalists following Brenko around â say thereâs a problem with their accreditations and confiscate the holo-cams. Return them after you delete all images with General Kenobiâs Padawanâ, he orders, eyes not leaving yours as he does so.
âUnderstoodâ.
Your lips part as you realise heâs about to save your ass without you even asking and a warm feeling blooms in your chest. âAre you allowed to do that?â, you manage to utter.
âIâm the commanding officer of the Coruscant Guardâ, he says, a small smirk breaking through his mask of professionalism.
âYeah, but freedom of the press and all thatâ, you argue weakly.
âThe press needs the proper accreditations. They have it to document the gala, not to participate in a political campaignâ
âIsnât that stretching the truth?â
âThatâs playing their game, cyarâikaâ, Fox declares, his tone of voice bordering on teasing.
Your cheeks immediately heat up â you know what the Mandoâa term means. âThank you, Commander. You, uhh⌠youâre a lifesaverâ, you reply with a small, embarrassed chuckle.
His eyes soften and he smiles, and this time youâre certain â he does glance at your lips. Heâs still so close, he could just lean in. You want him to lean in⌠His eyes quickly return to yours but you saw it clearly and your heart begins to race. Without thinking, you tilt your head up, and you hear him inhale sharply.
Before either of you can make another move, a couple of raindrops land on your forehead and shoulder. You both look up. A thick layer of black clouds covers the night sky and the faint rumbling of thunder reverberates through the air. The raindrops keep falling, quickly multiplying, and Fox curses under his breath. It was already a chilly night, and with the rain now pouring down, itâll only get colder.
âWe should get you back insideâ, the Commander voices.
You shake your head. âI cannot go back in there; I just canât stand it anymoreâ.
His head turns to the balcony door, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Whatever heâs thinking seems to make him tense; you notice his fist clenching and unclenching. However, any sign of tension disappears before he turns back to you, his expression carefully composed.
âCome onâ, he says, his hand settling on your back again, gently coaxing you to jump down from the railing with a soft, guiding pressure.
âButââ, you begin to protest.
âOnce weâre in, head right and stay close to the wall. Iâll cover your flank so the senator canât approach you again. Weâll slip out through one of the side doors and go to the Guard HQâ, he instructs, picking up his helmet from the floor and securing it in place. His voice takes on the same commanding tone you've heard his brothers use countless times during briefings.
You hesitate for a moment, considering all the implications. But whatâs the alternative? Stay out in the cold rain or go back inside only to be used as a prop by the senator? Simply heading to their HQ doesnât mean anything â heâll probably take you to the mess hall or maybe a break room, like the ones youâve been in countless times aboard the Negotiator or at the base on Coruscant. Youâve been enjoying his company, and if youâre honest, you want to spend more time with him.
Deciding to trust him, you nod and follow his instructions. The heavy air hits you as soon as you step inside and the general noise of voices, laughter and music is overwhelming. You move quickly, not wishing to spend a minute longer in this large, overcrowded space, and as promised, Fox walks right beside you, blocking you with his large body from anyoneâs prying eyes. His hand presses against the small of your back on a few, brief occasions, as he steers you through the crowd and towards a concealed door, which he opens with the help of an access card.
Youâve been in the Senate building before, but never walked these maintenance corridors. Fox guides you, his fingers brushing yours as he walks by your side down the stairs. Your heart races every time you feel the contact and you tilt your head to look at him a few times, but his face is safely hidden behind his helmet.
The Coruscant Guard compound sits just behind the Senate building, appearing separate but connected through a network of underground tunnels. Youâve never been here â never had a reason why â and you find yourself looking around and taking in every detail. Although, there isnât really that much to take in, as it has the same cold, utilitarian architecture of the main base.
As you walk quietly beside Fox, you begin to feel out of place â though, funnily enough, your attire matches the Corrieâs colour scheme. The shock troopers you pass nod at their Commander but always do a double take when they see you. Youâre starting to wonder if coming here was a mistake.
Fox leads you to the turbolisfts, then to one of the upper levels and down a couple of corridors until you are stood in front of the door to an office â the door to his office. He opens it and gestures for you to go in first. The room is small and very minimalist â thereâs one desk and chair, one file cabinet and a worn-down couch. The desk is full of datapads and flimsi files and the sheer amount of work looks overwhelming, yet somehow everything is neatly arranged and stacked.
You pause in the doorway for a second, but your feet really are killing you, so you plop down on the couch, kicking your heels off with a dramatic sigh. You hear a chuckle as Fox walks over to his desk and takes his helmet off and you want to make a snarky comment, but the words get stuck in your throat. You take a moment to study him better, the brighter lights of his office allowing you to see more of the scars on his face, the bags under his eyes and the silver strands in his hair. Youâve always found the clones attractive, but Maker, there was something about Fox that was hitting you harder than ever before.
The Commander is also observing you and a self-satisfied smirk breaks through his mask of composure.
âLike what you see?â, he teases, crossing his arms over his chest.
A âyesâ escapes your lips before you can stop it and your eyes go wide at the realisation of what you just admitted. âT-The paint jobâ, you then blurt out, as if that would somehow save it.
âThe paint job?â, he repeats, thoroughly amused.
âMhmmâ, you hum, the sound coming out strained. âCause most of the Guard troopers Iâve seen have the-the red on the chest plate and the white is-and you know, nice choice having it the other way aroundâ. The words spew out with a rapid flow and you cringe internally.
âGlad you approveâ, Fox bites back a laugh.
You give him a look before you throw your head back, starring at the durasteel ceiling and cursing the stream of stupidity that came out of your mouth.
âDo you want a drink?â, he asks.
âYes, pleaseâ, you nod, meeting his amused gaze again.
Fox crouches down and procures a bottle or corellian whiskey and a glass from the lower drawers of the cabinet. You watch intently, your gaze following every motion as he pours the amber liquid. The Commander then walks over to the couch and hands the glass to you, clinking the bottle against it before taking a swing directly out of it. A laugh escapes your lips at the sight.
âOnly have one glassâ, he shrugs before sitting down next to you.
âSo you usually drink alone?â, you ask, voice playful. âThatâs a bit sad, Commanderâ.
Fox huffs a bitter laugh and shakes his head. âYou can drop the âcommanderâ, you know?â, he says instead of answering your question.
Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away, taking a sip of the whiskey. The liquid burns as it slides down your throat and you cough â itâs stronger than what you usually drink. You really should put a stop to this.
âAlright⌠Foxâ, you say.
You glance back at him, heart beating faster. Fox closes his eyes, almost as if heâs savouring the way his name sounded as it left your lips. When he opens them again, the look he gives you is different, hungrier, and it sets a slow burn alight in your core. You should get up and leave, take yourself out of this inappropriate situation, but instead, you shift in your seat to face him better.
âSoâ, you start sweetly, pausing to sip your whiskey, âtell me something about yourselfâ.
He takes another swing of the bottle before placing it on the floor next to the couch. âWhat do you want to know?â
You have no idea what compels you to do it, but your hand moves on its own, cupping his face. Your thumb gently brushes over the scar at the corner of his mouth. âHowâd you get this?â, you ask.
His eyes flick down to your hand, then back to yours and you can feel his jaw clenching as he sharply inhales. âCareful, meshâlaâ, he rasps, âyou might make me do something weâll both regretâ.
âI wouldnât regret itâ, you whisper.
âYouâre drunk. You would regret itâ, he insists, his voice coming out strained.
âIâm not that drunk, Foxâ, you counter. âI know what I wantâ.
He stares you down, his expression unreadable, and your boldness begins to falter. You try to pull your hand away, but before you can, he catches it, holding it firmly in place against his face. You can almost see the internal conflict behind his eyes. Slowly, he tilts his head and presses a kiss to your wrist. His lips feel so soft, so warm, and goosebumps appear on your skin in anticipation. But then â he lets go of your hand.
The disappointment is fleeting. Fox takes your glass, downs the whiskey in one go, and sets it on the floor. Then, he moves closer, devouring you with his eyes. The look is electric and it sends a shiver directly to your core. When he cups your face, your breath hitches, quickens. You are completely at his mercy â if only he would just kiss you already.
âPlease donât regret thisâ, he breathes, his voice barely a whisper. Â Â
The raw vulnerability in his tone catches you off guard and your heart clenches. âI wonât. I promiseâ.
The last of Foxâs self-restraint finally breaks. He leans in, capturing your lips in a kiss â slow, tentative, sweet. Not at all what you expected. You thought he would be rougher, demanding, but the way he takes his time, the gentleness of his lips â itâs endearing, but also maddening, and it fills you with need. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him closer and his other hand settles on your hip. You want more of him â you need more of him â and so you deepen the kiss. Your tongue brushes past his lips and he groans, his grip on you tightening. Somehow, he tastes like caf, even though what you expected was tabac and whisky.
The kiss becomes hungrier, more desperate, and you start to suspect that Fox needs this even more than you do. His hand leaves your hip and starts exploring your body as he guides you down onto the couch. Heâs caging you in now, his large frame looming over you â itâs intoxicating really. He breaks the kiss in order to pull back slightly, finding your eyes.
âIs this okay?â, Fox asks.
âYes!â, you reply, eager for him to continue.
You pull him back to you and feel him smile against your lips. The need for more pours into the kiss â youâre really worked up now â and your hands roam over his chesplate then up to his shoulders, fumbling to find the latches and get it off. It is not an easy task.
âDo you need help there?â, Fox chuckles against your lips
âI need you out of the armorâ, you whine.
âMaybe if you asked nicelyâ, he teases, his lips trailing down your neck.
You tilt your head in order to give him better access, and moan when you feel his teeth scrape on your pulse point. The feeling is so exquisite you almost forget what you wanted. However, the hard plastoid pressing down on your chest quickly reminds you of your wish.
âFoxâ, you breathe, âplease take it offâ.
Fox smirks and sits back on his knees, his eyes not leaving yours as he expertly sheds his upper armor with impressive speed. He leans back in, more urgent this time, kissing you deeply. You immediately take advantage, gliding your hands over the planes of his chest. The fabric of his blacks feels smooth against your palms, but you yearn to feel his warm skin. Slowly, your hands make their way down to his belt, pulling at the material tucked in, and Fox pauses the kiss to assist you in taking his top off.
You take a moment to admire him, your fingers gently tracing over the scars scattered across his chest. Your eyes then land on a bruise on the left side of his waist â it's the size of your fist, fresh and a dark purple with yellowish-green edges. Concern flashes in your gaze as you meet his eyes.
âIncident on the lower levels last weekâ, he answers your silent question.
âAre you alright to continue? That looks painfulâ, you ask, the worry in your voice genuine.
âIâm fine, meshâla, donât worryâ, he reassures you with a soft smile.
He doesnât give you too much time to keep thinking about it â his lips crash into yours, kissing you with a renewed hunger. He then trails down, nipping at the skin on your throat and chest. One of your hands tangles in his hair, pulling his greying curls gently, an action that makes him moan. He pulls back, staring intently in your eyes as his hand comes to cup your breast. Your soft moans encourage him to continue and he pushes the material of your dress and bra to the side. Your nipple pebbles as the cool air of his office brushes against it and Fox sees it as an invitation to lean in and close his lips around it. His tongue swipes over the hardened bud, and the whimpers falling from your lips only spur him on.
You hook a leg around him, drawing him closer as he moves to the other breast. You hiss at the contact with the hard plastoid of his codpiece, your core aching with need. His hand slides on your thigh, pushing at the hem of your dress.
âYouâre wearing too much fabricâ, he groans, lifting his head from your breasts.
âWhatâs stopping you from taking it off?â, you purr.
His hands find the zipper and pull it down, and you shift your body to assist him in freeing you from the dress and bra.
âYouâre so beautifulâ, he murmurs, eyes raking over your naked form under him. You bite your lip as heat darkens your cheeks.
He throws the garments somewhere on the floor before his mouth claims your breasts again, sucking a mark on the left one. His lips then continue down your abdomen, every kiss and bite sending jolts of pleasure coursing through you. When he finally reaches your center, youâre dripping wet, and Fox curses under his breath as he pulls your underwear to the side and sees your arousal. His eyes meet yours, silently asking for permission. You nod eagerly, not trusting yourself to speak.
His hands spread your legs a little wider and he impatiently dives in, his warm tongue sliding though your folds. A loud, needy moan sounds from the back of your throat, and your head falls against the armrest of the couch. Your eyes are squeezed shut and all you can focus on is the pure pleasure that his lips and tongue elicit as they flick over your clit. Slowly, you start grinding on his face, helping him find a rhythm that makes you head spin.
You gasp when his fingers find your entrance. He slips two of them inside in a slow, maddening pace, stopping his attention to your clit for a just a moment in order to gauge your reaction.
âDonât stopâ, you manage to whimper, not even caring how needy you must sound.
Fox chuckles â a low, self-satisfied sound that reverberates through your core. He resumes his earlier assault on your clit, his fingers pumping in and out of you in a faster pace at the same time. Your hands tangle in his hair again, pulling sharply on the strands. He moans at the pain, and the sound only increases your pleasure.
His fingertips find a spot that makes you cry out and youâre desperately grinding against him. Youâre so close, the pressure is building and you squeeze your thighs around his head instinctively. Pleasure overtakes your senses and it only keeps increasing with every pump of his fingers and lick of tongue. You're so, so close now â the damn is about to break. And then he stops, swiftly pulling the digits out of you.
âFox!â, you shout, the indignation in your voice sharp as all pleasure dissipates.
âSorry cyar'ikaâ, he laughs, âbut I want to be inside of you when you comeâ.
âI could've done that after. There was no need to stop nowâ, you whine in protest.
âIt's more fun this wayâ, Fox teases as he gets up and begins removing the rest of his armor.
âYou are such an assholeâ, you mumble under your breath.
The smirk he gives you is so disarming, youâre glad youâre already laying down. âSomeone must've warned you about that beforeâ.
âWell maybe I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubtâ, you bite back.
âYou should believe everything you've heard about meâ, Fox declares, now standing before you in nothing but his underwear. âEspecially the bad thingsâ.
Your gaze falls to the outline of his erection, lingering on the way it strains against the fabric of his boxers. The sight sends a wave of heat through your body, reigniting the desire simmering in your core. You bite your lip â he is big and you can already imagine how heâll feel inside of you. You swallow, your mind racing in anticipation of what will come next. He pulls the boxers down, letting his cock spring free, and your eyes go wide.
âIf youâre done ogling, Iâd like to continueâ, he taunts.
âI am not ogling!â, you exclaim, a bit defensive.
âYou are definitely oglingâ, he says with a smirk as he climbs back on top of you. âDrooling a little tooâ.
You playfully slap his chest with the back of your hand, trying to give him a dirty look, but the smile frozen on your lips betrays you. It seems you do enjoy his teasing. His lips find yours again, and any indignation you felt from earlier immediately melts away. You wrap your arms around his back, nails scraping his skin in response to his erection pressing against your clit. He swallows your moans and pushes his tongue into your mouth, filling it with the unexpected taste of your arousal.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â, Fox pulls away to ask, the tip of his cock positioned at your entrance.
âYesâ, you nod eagerly. âI want this â I want youâ.
 His eyes darken and the look he gives you is almost possessive. Slowly, he sinks in, and you gasp at the stretch. You look into his eyes as he gradually bottoms out, lost in their mesmerising amber hue. A sudden wave of panic violently crashes over you â youâve been around so many troopers before, yet you've never felt like this. It's overwhelming, terrifying... and yet, you don't want it to stop.
âFuck, youâre so tightâ, Fox groans, the awe in his voice sending a shiver down your spine.
âYou feel amazingâ, you respond, the words coming out strained.
Fox pulls almost all the way out, before sharply snapping his hips back into you. The cry that leaves your lips echoes around the room and, based on the smile on his lips, gives him immense pleasure. His lips claim yours again, as he thrusts harder, faster, driving all coherent thought from your mind. All you can sense, all you can feel â itâs him. Fox consumes you completely â he is everything you taste, everything you smell, everything you see and hear.
Your breasts bounce with each sharp thrust and Fox brings a hand up to cup one of them, pinching the nipple between his fingers. The extra stimulation is almost too much and you moan as you feel your peak quickly approaching. A thought crosses your mind â maybe you shouldnât be so loud; but that is easier said than done.
âYouâre⌠youâre taking me so well, meshâlaâ, Fox rasps, voice rough with effort. âFuck! Itâs⌠itâs like you were made for me. So perfect, youâre perfectâ.
You try to speak, but no words come to you. The tip of his cock hits that spot inside of you just right, and every thrust of his hips brings you closer and closer to your release.
âWhat is it, meshâla? Use your wordsâ, Fox teases, noticing the crease in your brows.
Your mouth opens and closes silently a couple of times before you finally find your voice. âDonât stopâ, you beg. âPlease, Fox, please donât stopâ.
The sound he makes almost sounds like a growl and it sends a visible shiver across your body. Fox presses his forehead to yours, grunting as he forces himself to maintain the same pace. Your hand slips between your bodies, finding your clit, and you begin circling it with quick, urgent motions. It doesnât take long for the coil to snap â your back arches as your walls contract around his length, and your climax washes over you in powerful waves.
The sounds you make and the sight of you writhing beneath him soon push him over the edge. With a low grunt, Fox quickly pulls out, spilling his release across your stomach. He collapses on top of you, his face finding refuge in the crook of your neck, and you tightly wrap your arms around his still-trembling body.
Youâre not sure how long the two of you stay like that â lost in each otherâs embrace, catching your breath. It feels peaceful, natural, almost necessary. You stroke his hair, savouring the way his arms pull you closer, how he nuzzles your neck. Honestly, this might even be better than the sex. When he finally pulls away, the look he gives you is reverent, and he leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead.
âIâll be right backâ, he says as he gets up.
Fox disappears into the small fresher attached to his office, returning shortly after with a damp towel in hand. He sits down beside you, and with slow, deliberate movements, he carefully wipes his release from your stomach. You mumble some thanks, your gaze lost to a random point on the ceiling as your mind races with a thousand thoughts.
âWhatâs on your mind?â, Fox asks, his voice cautions.
âUhmâŚâ, you hesitate, sheepishly meeting his gaze. âCodyâs gonna kill meâ.
âYou plan on telling him?â, he questions. âCause I sure as hell wonâtâ.
You shake your head and exhale deeply. âHeâll know â he always just knows somehowâ.
âAs far as heâs aware, we donât even know each otherâ, Fox counters, his hand resting on your hip. âI think weâre safeâ.
âHope youâre rightâ.
Fox huffs a small, bitter laugh. âSo you regret it then?â.
Your eyes snap to him, and the resigned expression on his face breaks your heart. âNo!â, you exclaim, sitting up and taking his hand. âAbsolutely not, that was amazing. Honestly, 10 out of 10â.
He gives you an unimpressed look. âVery funnyâ.
âWhat?â
âMy CC numberâ, he says. You tilt your head to the side, brows furrowed in confusion. âMy designation? CC-1010?â, he adds.
âYouâre kiddingâ. You try your best to stifle your laugh at the serious look he gives you. âVery fitting thenâ, you manage between giggles.
Fox shakes his head and rolls his eyes. âYouâre terribleâ.
âThatâs not what you said earlierâ, you tease. âI think the word you used was⌠perfect?â.
âGet dressedâ, Fox orders, trying to keep from smiling. âWeâre going to the mess to get some foodâ.
âYes, Commanderâ, you purr, earning another eye roll.
Unbeknownst to you, Cody has been trying to speak to Fox all night. Besides a brief holo-call a couple of months back and a short meeting last leave, he hasnât seen his brother in ages and really hoped the gala would give them the opportunity to catch up. Unfortunately, he kept getting stopped by senators and wealthy donors, and pulled into long, tedious conversations. He lost track of Fox at one point, and by the time he managed to slip away, he couldnât find him anywhere.
Cody did find Thorn, who told him that, considering how much Fox hates these events, he probably went back to his office to get some work done. So the Corrie Commander lead Cody back to their HQ, but when they reached Foxâs office, they were stopped from knocking by the muffled, yet very distinctive noises coming from inside.
The two commanders shared a look, completely shocked by what they were hearing. The fact that Fox would be fucking someone in his office â in the Guard HQ â it was unbelievable. They stepped back and leaned against the wall, trying to figure out who could possibly be inside with their brother.
A senator? Impossible, according to Thorn â Fox hates senators. An aide? Unlikely for the same reason. One of the waitresses? Maybe.
Thorn was curious and adamant about waiting to see who will come out of the office. And Cody â well, he couldnât pass up the opportunity to get some dirt on his brother.
So unfortunately for you, the moment the door swishes open and you step outside, your eyes lock immediately with Codyâs.
His mouth falls open as he tries to process what heâs seeing â who heâs seeing. Your eyes go wide â almost as wide as his â and you instinctively step back toward the office, only to bump into Fox. You meet his gaze, silently pleading for some help, even though you know heâs just as much in trouble as you are.
âOsikâ, Fox curses, his eyes darting between Cody and the other man.
The man next to him â another Corrie Guard commander you suppose, judging by his armor â looks confused. But Cody? Cody looks furious. His face contorts as realization dawns, and he steps forward, eyes locking onto Fox with pure fury.
âYou!â, he thunders.
âVod, itâs not whatââ, Fox starts, trying to diffuse the situation.
âYouâre deadâ, Cody interrupts, his voice filled with rage. âMy Padawan, Fox? Y-You⌠my Padawan? Youâre so dead!â.
âOh shitâ, Thorn whispers.
You step in front of him. âCody itâs-I didnât mean⌠w-we-â. The look he gives you could melt durasteel, and it silences you immediately.
âGeneral Kenobi is looking for you. I suggest you leave now, before he somehow finds you hereâ, he hisses.
âButââ
âGo. Now!â, her barks.
You canât argue anymore. With one last glance at Fox â who gives you a small, almost imperceptible nod â you turn and make your way to the turbolifts, head hanging low. As you walk away, the sound of their argument follows you.
âWe canât talk about this in the corridorâ, Fox insists. âLetâs step into myââ.
âI am not going inside your officeâ, Cody snaps, disgust evident in his voice.
âMineâs down the hall, letâs go thereâ, Thorn cuts in.
You donât dare turn around â afraid that Fox might look back at you, or worse, that he wouldnât spare you a second glance at all.
Three rotations later, youâre back aboard the Negotiator, en route to your next campaign in the Mid Rim. Youâve barely slept, your mind constantly replaying the events of the gala. You cannot get Fox out of your head. Youâve tried, really, really tried. Youâve hidden yourself in the Temple â mostly to avoid Cody but also any chance of running into the Coruscant Guard â and youâve tried to focus on meditation, lightsaber training, anything to keep your mind from thinking about him. But still, Fox lingers in your thoughts.
Thatâs why youâre here right now, in front of Codyâs office, trying to talk yourself into going in and facing your oriâvod. You shouldnât be here, you shouldnât ask what youâre about to ask â but you just canât help it. You take a deep breath, press the buzzer, then step inside.
Cody greets you with an icy glare â heâs still pissed off, you assumed that much âbut you walk to the chair in front of his desk and sit down, drumming nervously on your thigh. Where do you even begin?
âI didnât mean for it to happenâ, you start. âWe just got⌠caught upâ.
Cody shakes his head disapprovingly. âIf this is your way of apologisingââ.
âIâm notâ, you cut in. He lifts an eyebrow. âApologising. Iâm not. I donât regret it, and Iâm not sorry it happenedâ.
âThen why are you here, vodâika?â, he asks.
âI, uhm⌠I was hoping you could give me his frequencyâ, you say, sheepishly looking away.
He visibly tenses, your request catching him off-guard. âDo you think thatâs a good idea?â.
âProbably not. But I canât stop thinking about himâ, you confess.
The silence that settles in the office is deafening. Cody is staring at you, his expression unreadable and you begin to squirm under his gaze, shifting in your seat. The reality of what youâre asking come crashing down on you, filling you with guilt and shame. Youâre a Jedi â what the hell are you thinking?
âItâs stupid, isnât it?â, you murmur. âIâm sure he doesnât even want to hear from meâŚâ
Cody sighs and leans back in the chair, his gaze finally softening. âHe asked me for your frequency two days agoâ.
Your eyes light up. âHe did?â
âYeah. I didnât give it to him. But if youâre asking now tooâŚâ, he trails off, shaking his head. With a few taps on his datapad, your comm beeps. âI hope you know what youâre doing, vodâikaâ.
âThank youâ, you exclaim.
âDonât thank me for this. Iâm sure Iâll regret itâ, he retorts.
You walk back to your cabin at a brisk pace, unable to hide the grin on your face. You cannot wait to comm him, and maybe, hopefully, see him again next time youâre on Coruscant.
I've got a lot of unfinished wips just collecting dust in my folders, so I figured I'd post what was presentable even if it didn't get exactly to where I wanted it. This one's coming to you all the back from 2023, as that's when I still came up with /reader ideas. Quality is nothing like my current work, but the idea is fun enough. Enjoy.
Crosshair x Jedi!Reader
Word Count: 2803
Fic Summary: As the Jedi Commander of Clone Force 99, you've done your best to maintain their perfect success rate, even if they disagree with your methods.
âCommander, Wrecker, move!â Hunterâs voice rang through the comms as an explosion went off somewhere deeper in the droid factory. A handful of droids fell following the blast, but the dent seemed insignificant as waves upon waves of droids marched your way. They were all that stood between you and the exit.
âWeâre working on that!â Beside you, Wrecker roared as he lifted a super battle droid over his head and threw it at a wall of on-coming battle droids. Then, a terrible sound. The walls of the factory dragged open as if taunting you with their slow pace. If those doors opened fully, you and Wrecker would be surrounded.
You clenched your jaw and swallowed, closing your saber in order to focus on the massive metal doors scraping the earth. With two hands and the force, you pushed against the mechanism working to open the doors. The weight alone could tear your arms apart, but the others relied on you, and you couldnât let them down.
âChange of plans,â You struggled to keep a steady tone. âYouâll have to pick us up here.â
âWhat?â Crosshair hissed, but his anger was interrupted by Tech.
âCopy. Hunter, youâll want to-â
âIâm on it.â
Behind you, Wrecker kept fighting off the wave of droids sent to prevent your escape, but without your help he was struggling to keep up with their numbers. You looked over your shoulder and sent a wave of battle droids on their ass with one arm, only to hear metal moving against earth in front of you. Quickly, you returned all your focus on holding the doors in place. You could feel Wreckerâs steps moving towards you, a sign the two of you were in a bad spot. Â
Until finally, the roar of the Marauderâs engines came to save you. You kept your back to the ship, intent on keeping the number of pursuing droids at a minimum, but walked backwards slowly as droids around you started dropping. Hunter called out to you. Wrecker climbed on board first. Then, once he was clear, you dropped your hold on the factory doors and jumped into the Marauderâs cargo bay. Hunter slammed the control panel, closing the ramp just in time for Tech to activate the hyperdrive.
âThat was one hell of an exit, ey commander?â Wrecker cackled, but his heavy breaths cut through his laughter.
Hunter let out a sigh of relief. âThatâs one way to put it.â The sergeant ran his hands through his hair, pulling the bandana he always wore off to do so.
âWe got out and we got the information.â You said plainly, taking the moment to stand and dust off your Jedi robes. âMission successful.â
Crosshair stood silently, signature scowl and toothpick watching you as you walked out of the cargo bay.
Several hours and a shower later, you stood at the small mirror and sink in your quarters and finished the last of your nightly routine. The mission had been difficult, and you especially felt that weight tonight as you slid into bed wearing only a large nightshirt and underclothes. Your mind wandered to your squad, thinking over their reactions after the mission ended. Everyone had been on edge, but Crosshair was the most notable.
You couldnât believe he was the same man you shared an amazing night with right before getting your assignment as a Knight. It had been months ago, and yet you found your mind lingering on the memories when you had a moment alone. Nothing could have prepared you for the shock you felt when you came face to face with him after being reassigned. Of course, you ended up sleeping with one of four clones that didnât look like clones. He didnât seem to remember you however, and you were happy to keep it that way. His bad attitude only reinforced the trouble that would come if you slept with a subordinate. Now you were only left with pleasant memories during hard nights. Things were better this way.  Â
Just as you turned over to click your light off, a knock came from your door. Before you could give permission to enter, however, a lean clone opened the door and stepped into your private quarters.
âCrosshair?â You turned the lights of your room back on.âWhat are you doing?â Then, you noticed his clothes. Or rather, his lack of clothing. The sniper stood in only his lower blacks, completely shirtless. âShouldnât you be asleep right now?â
He stood stiffly, holding his hands behind his back and looking just above your shoulder, what your previous clones did when they wanted to address you formally. âActually, commander, I couldnât sleep.â He kept his eyes away from yours.
The only time youâd seen a member of Clone Force 99 stand at attention was the first time you all met. Your brows furrowed and an annoyed exhale followed. âAt ease, soldier.â A part of you was surprised when Crosshair listened, but you decided there were better questions to be asked. One of which, âAnd why is your inability to sleep noteworthy to me?â
That earned a twitch of his brow. âIâd like to submit a formal complaint, commander.â
Again with the formalities. âReally? And what would that be?â
âToday, you disregarded my suggestion and put yourself and this squad at risk. Your orders were questionable.â
You straightened up in your bed. Was this some kind of threat? To get you reassigned? Your expression tightened into a glare. âAnd what orders are you calling questionable?â
Crosshair reflected your expression. âYou ordered Hunter and Tech to split up from you and Wrecker, even though intelligence supported a unified assault.â He continued. âWhich then led to your choice to confront a patrol unit that could have easily been avoided if you had just listened to my directions.â
Your jaw clenched, but you kept your tone even. âFirst, that intelligence youâre referring to did not account for a fifth member. Second, I confronted that patrol because Hunter and Tech were about to be discovered. If droids were going to swarm a location, one further from the heart of the factory had better chances. And third, Tech and Hunter needed the heat off them in order to steal the information we were sent after. Wrecker and I could handle it.â
His lips twitched as he snarled. âHandle it?â He stepped further into your bedroom, into your space, stopping only at the foot of your bed. âThe most difficult part of the mission was getting you two out!â
âWhich ensured the information was safely aboard the ship before anyone knew it had been copied. My plan worked. Your complaints are not valid.â
A sarcastic cackle came from the clone. He leaned down, staring right at your eye level from across your bed. âMy worries that your disregard for our lives will get us killed is ânot valid?ââ His hiss cut through your chest.
âI donât disregard your lives.â Your anger sped up your words.Â
âYou put Wrecker in danger!â
âItâs war! Weâre always in danger!â You raised your voice and you had to hold yourself back from standing up, remembering you werenât dressed for this discussion. After a moment, you sighed, trying to regain a sense of balance within yourself. âDo not think I do not care about this squad. Every choice I make is to complete the mission <em>and</em> keep us alive. As time passes, as you get to know me, you will know that to be the truth.âÂ
Anger turned into a raised eyebrow. Crosshair tilted his head, looking down at you like he did battlefields. A shiver ran down your spine at the quiet moment. After staying under his scrutinizing gaze for too long, you turned over and slid fully under your covers, thinking the interaction finished. He was satisfied, or at least as satisfied as he could be, with your promise to show your dedication to this squad and would leave you alone in your bed. He would leave, step out of the door, and youâd hear them close.Â
Instead, you felt weight on either side of your head push down your blankets and mattress.Â
âWeâre already closer than my brothers, wouldnât you say?â
âWhat?â
âYou and I, wouldnât you say weâve already gotten close?âÂ
Your heart jumped to your throat. He couldnât be referring to that night? He showed no signs of recognizing you. A quiver opened your lips. âI havenât any idea what you mean, Crosshair.â For the second time that night, you said his name.
That weight grew as the clone slid one knee up behind you. He loomed over you, though you kept your eyes glued to the sheets you held tightly in front of your face. âIs that why you got reassigned here? Shoved into a tiny ship with four clones. To keep you from fucking any more of us?âÂ
His words sent a tickle to your core that squeezed your cunt.Â
But thatâs not how you should react.Â
You jumped up, turning to face him and snarled. âYou could get more than decommissioned for such slander!â
And then, he was on you.Â
You donât know what you expected, maybe there was a part of you that thought this was a possibility, but that part was buried so deep you werenât at all prepared for it.Â
Crosshair kissed your lips like a dying man. One arm snaked around your back to push you into him. His lips met yours with a ravenous hunger. Over and over again, his lips found new ways to press against yours. He pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth, lightly grazing your delicate skin. In no time his tongue found its way between your lips, sliding against and tangling with yours.Â
You moaned into the kisses, feeling an amplified version of what you experienced while fantasizing at night. That warmth, that sting, that tickle, however youâd describe it, it was growing from your core and spreading to the rest of your body.Â
As Crosshair kissed you, you heard a click. You pulled back from him, noticing he turned the lights off. Now the pair of you were bathed in the red glow of emergency lights that never shut off. âWe shouldnât-âÂ
He cut you off by licking your neck.Â
âI didnât know you were a Jedi at the time, but looking back.â Crosshair lightly nibbled your shoulder. âI shouldâve.â He continued teasing you. His teeth grazed against the soft skin of your neck, looming like a threat. You tensed, a mixture of anticipation and desire rushing through you. âYou were so concerned about us leaving separately. So clearly fighting with yourself about what you wanted and what you needed.â He bit down.
A loud moan ripped through you as pain turned into pleasure. There was no way that wouldnât leave a mark in the morning. The thought sent another jolt of electricity to your pussy. After he let go, you felt his thin fingers glide against the sore spot. They spread his spit along the bite mark and felt the indents his teeth had left behind.Â
With a red wash over the two of you, you caught his eye. His expression was just as intense as when he was arguing with you, but this time anger was replaced with lust. A moment passed as you regarded the other. His eyes flicked from your face to your neck. Yours kept wandering down, noticing the growing tent in his blacks.Â
Finally, you broke the stalemate. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â A knit grew between your brows. How could a clone understand this? What did he know of the order, of the rules and expectations? âIâd appreciate if you-â You gasped, as he pulled you up, out of the bed and pushed you against a nearby wall.Â
âDonât I?â With one hand he trapped you between the wall and himself. The other savored its path down your waist, feeling your curves through the thin nightshirt. At your hips, he squeezed, filling his hand with plump skin. âA Jedi that isnât staying chaste?â Crosshair smirked and shook his head. âWhat would the council say if they knew your shame?â His hand traveled further, gripping at your thick thighs. âTo keep this chaste,â He hissed in a breath of air. âThatâs the real shame.â
âChaste is not a requirement!â You yelped, feeling his thumb hook into your panties. The digit slid across your bare leg towards your mound.
âYou donât have me convinced.â He chuckled in your ear. Whimpers left you as his hand rounded your thigh slowly, till finally he reached the damp spot growing on your underwear. âThat night, you know what I thought?â He leaned closer to you, pushing his thumb in between your lips, not even bothering to move the cloth blocking his access out of the way. âA shame we only had a single night together.â
His words were like fuel to the blaze growing from your cunt. This was wrong. It was wrong then, and it was still wrong now.
âYou werenât the best fuck Iâve had.â He continued. Now, his lips were so close to your ear that every other word had the soft skin brushing against your earlobes. His voice dripped with desire. âBut I could tell, you were holding back. It was like you couldnât let go completely.âÂ
You swallowed, and shifted your eyes down. Instead of the ground, you landed on his hand moving between your legs. You saw the way that your pussy closed around the fabric of your soaked panties as his fingers pushed deeper between your folds. Seeing how his hand moved while pleasuring you felt forbidden. Your breath hitched and a delectable warmth grew in your chest. It was as if what had already transpired was a dream. Watching those long fingers moving between your pussy lips forced you awake. Forced you to acknowledge this was real.Â
That you wanted it.
No!Â
What was happening? You couldnât sleep with a clone! How did you get here? You were yelling at him and then⌠Your eyes caught on his narrow lips, studying the tiny details that only a look this close could reveal. A slight shine glinted on those lips, reflecting off something in the room. No, no, no, you had to stop this. He was a clone and you were a Jedi.
So why didnât you stop him?
âImagine my delight when General Kenobi and Cody introduced you to us as our new Commander?â Crosshairâs chuckle vibrated down your neck. âMy most curious one night stand, now my commanding officer?â
âYou, Youâre remembering wrong.â You doubled down, though the stutter on your lips betrayed you.Â
A single silver brow raised. âReally? So I didnât see you prowling at the bar that night? That wasnât you dressed for attention despite how quickly you ran from anyone that gave it to you? I didnât watch you gather your wits before sliding onto the bar stool beside me?â His voice dropped as he moved down against your body, stopping at your bust.Â
Panic and delight rang in your head.
Fascination glued your eyes to his as he removed his hand from your wet folds and used the damp digits to cup a single breast, gently pushing it into his open lips. His tongue lapped over your t-shirt, making the thin fabric cling to your skin as it grew wet from his saliva. Gasps and mewls left your tongue as you struggled to stay still under his lips. Worst of all, Crosshairâs copper eyes refused to leave yours. Â
That intense gaze. The attention and focus only a sniper could give. All of it was aimed at you. It was almost enough to make you come undone. But you couldnât succumb. Despite the heat, the throbbing at your crotch and the mind-numbing pleasure coming from Crosshairâs tongue dragging up and down your nipple, you, you couldnât⌠hold back.
âPlease, I ca-!â The whine cut short as Crosshair closed his lips around your hard bud. From the lines under his eyes, you could tell he was all too entertained by your struggling. It was subtle, nothing like an orgasm from touching yourself, but even still an echo of what you felt from your breast pulsed through your body, causing your cunt to clench down on nothing till only a soft shudder remained.
Finally, mercy. Crosshair drew his lips away from your breast, leaving behind a large wet spot on your shirt. âAlready spent, Commander?â His rough voice rumbled against your neck.Â
You glared sabers at the clone, but his smug expression remained strong. He liked to play with you? Then he was going to learn the cost of this little game he started.
you sit on the cold marble floor of the jedi templeâs outer hall, legs pulled close to your chest, watching the sun bleed through the stained glass windows. it paints colors on your skin, but you barely notice because your mind is stuck somewhere else.
a soft shuffle beside you catches your attention, and you glance over to see anakin sliding down to sit next to you. he leans back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling like heâs searching for something in the high arches. âi didnât expect to find you here,â he says.
you shift slightly, keeping your gaze on the way the sun cuts through the stained glass. âjust thinking.â his grin deepens at that. âthatâs a dangerous pastime for a jedi.â
you glance at him, unsure if heâs teasing or not, âwhat makes you say that?â he shrugs, casual. âthinking leads to questions. questions lead to wanting. wantingâŚâ his voice trails, almost as if he was daring you to finish the thought.
you let the silence stretch before answering. âwell maybe it depends on what youâre wanting.â
âmaybe,â he says, âsometimes it feels as if they want us to be perfect â always.â you hum softly in agreement. âperfectionâs a lot of pressure.â
âpressure,â he repeats, tasting a bitter word. âsometimes it feels like a cage.â you tilt your head slightly, watching him from the corner of your eye. âa cage?â
his gaze shifts to you, but he doesnât answer right away. ârules. the code. all the things weâre told we canât do.â his voice is calm, but thereâs something under it, something heavier. âthey make it sound like thatâs the only way to be a good jedi.â
âisnât it?â you ask, keeping your tone light, though you feel the weight of his stare. he leans back, the faintest hint of a smile at his lips. âmaybe. but i believe⌠we lose something when we stop letting ourselves feel.â
you look away, your eyes following the way the colored light shifts across the floor. âfeelings give an opening for clouded judgment.â
he studies you for a long moment. âor make it stronger,â he counters, voice low. âmake you fight harder for what matters.â you glance back at him, catching the way his eyes linger â too intense for casual conversation. âand what matters to you, anakin?â
âfreedom,â he says after a beat, âto choose, to protect, to love without fear.â you chew on his words, letting the silence stretch before answering.
âand what happens if you cross the line? what happens if you break the rules?â his eyes darken, âsometimes you lose yourself. sometimes you find something new. maybe itâs worth the risk.â
the silence settles between you, thick and electric, the light from the stained glass pulsing like a heartbeat on your skin. no need for words â you both feel it, the weight of whatâs coming, the fragile pull of something unspoken.
you watch the way his eyes catch the light, and for a moment, you realize this isnât just about rules or fear anymore. itâs the beginning of something. something that could break you or make you whole.
i was so desperate to get something out </3 so i wrote this rushed itâs def not my fav so im sorryyyy but if you liked it please please give me feedback! ty âĄ