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Bruised & Broken ][ Armitage Hux x Reader ][ Part Two

Author’s Note: So, I know this is a little later than J wanted it to be, but school has really been stressing me out. I haven’t got much sleep this week and it’s taking a bit of a toll on my body, but I got this out since a lot of people liked the first part. Here’s part two to Broken & Bruised!

Trigger Warnings: blood, lacerations, infection, nightmare, mentions of death, severe injuries, angst, and then a bit of fluff at the end

PART ONE

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The next morning you had woken up, groaning as you stood from the ground. Your back was aching, the tree trunk not nearly as comfortable as your bed- although it didn't beat it by that much really. That morning you had spared a glance towards Hux, noticing that he had fallen asleep as well, in a similar position that you had, except a wall had rested behind his back.

The day had gone by, Finn and Poe had been sent on a mission and you were at your station- the medbay -when General Organa approached you once more.

It was mid-afternoon at this point, Hux having been taken care of by another nurse for that morning so that you could catch a few decent hours of shut-eye in your room.

The General had stopped in front of you, pulling you from your station once she was certain you weren’t in the middle of something important, to ask that you would be taking care of Hux personally. She suggested that it would be best if you were to focus all of your attention on Hux and ensure that if anything were to occur you’d be able to manage it.

She wanted Hux to get as little as human contact as possible, which is why she had assigned you and you only to manage the First Order’s General until a time would arise that more contact needed to be made with him. Since you had already dealt with him, she felt you fit enough- you were head of the nurses after all.

General Organa had also mentioned that the interrogation wouldn’t be able to take place for a little while since a current mission was already issued.

After General Organa had dismissed herself you found it best to go and visit Hux once more. You were hesitant to go past the guards that stood about fifteen feet from his cell, unsure what would conspire after last night.

You were able to steady yourself, taking in a deep breath before holding it and exhaling, and then made your way over to the cell and unlocked it.

Hux looked up at the sound, his blue-green eyes catching yours once more. You felt yourself shutter before you locked the cell behind you, typical protocol for how to deal with prisoners, especially now that everyone was awake.

Hux had looked up at the sound of keys and the cell door creaking open. A scowl was present on his face as he realized you had been the one to enter.

"So you've returned?" he asked rhetorically, watching your every step as you made your way closer to him. His eyes hadn't once left your frame.

You sighed, bending your knees until you were level with Hux, who still remained on the ground. "Apparently I have been appointed to be your personal nurse from here on forward," you explained, opening the same kit you had used last night so that you can clean and examine again.

He rolled his eyes, "lucky me," he scoffed. You made a growl-like sound in your throat before muttering a, 'yeah, lucky you,' under your breath.

You were thankful that checking over his injuries had gone smoothly. Some of the lacerations were definitely not as bad as they were the night before. You worked diligently, making your way from the smallest to the largest of the wounds, and thankfully so. When you had finally gotten to the burn on his shoulder Hux had flinched away, shaking his head.

“No,” he muttered. You sighed, not wanting to play this same game like last night and made to examine it again when he grasped your wrist, much harder than he had the night before. He tugged you forward slightly, his face barely half a foot away from yours. His warm puffs of breath hit your face, his deep, rich colored eyes looking into your slightly more soft and light eyes.

It was intimidating to be so close to him, and when he let out a gruff, “I said no,” it made you shiver. The tone was nothing like you had heard before, and you then realized that the man in front of you was no longer the injured one you had seen earlier, but rather he was the General people had grown to fear. Yet, he was scared. Scared of being helped simply because it would hurt, and although it would hurt more than anything it needed cleaning.

So, you stood your ground, matching his stern, intimidating glare with your own.

"I have to," you explained, your tone tight and firm- almost like a tone, a mother would use with their child.

His jaw was clenched and it became obvious that he was hiding something. Not the fear of being hurt, but something worse.

You went to check it once more before he stopped you for the third time, a frustrated sigh left your lips. "Damnit Hux, just let me make sure it's kriffing healing!" you exclaimed, looking at him almost pleadingly.

Reluctantly, he had removed his hand from your wrist and allowed you to look at it. Your eyes scanned over the wound and instantly it became clear how much pain he was actually in. "Kriff!" you cursed. Catching his gaze once more, you held it firmly. "How long has it been infected? Was it like this when the last nurse checked you over?" you asked, teeth-gritting slightly in impatience.

Hux nodded, slumping against the wall, his eyes closing momentarily.

"How did the other nurse not notice?" you asked yourself, looking back and quickly grabbing antiseptics to treat it for now.

Hux huffed once before answering. "Because I didn't let her, and in fear she listened," he replied.

You shook your head, turning back to look out the cell bars and calling for a guard to step closer. "Call for the nurse that had been here earlier," you ordered, watching the guard walk away before you muttered. "She's going to be relieved of her position for at least three weeks.”

That had all taken place nearly a week ago. You had thankfully managed to get some antibiotics within two days from a neighboring planet, and the infection had slowly started to die. You were sure that with a little more time it would be gone.

With each minute that passed in Hux's presence, you seemed to grow even more annoyed with him than the last, just like you were right now.

It was late and you had just finished your final check-up on him. It had gone as you expected it to, agonizingly slow. His snarky comments seemed never-ending now that he wasn't in nearly as much pain as he had been in. Although you'd never admit it, some of his comments had made you hide a smile, but that was far too rare for how many comments he made.

The conversations that were shared between you were short and anything but formal, as though you had both had a silent conversation that went something like;

“I’m not going to tell you anything about the First Order.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

Hux wouldn’t admit it, but he didn’t mind the time he spent with you. He didn’t necessarily like it, but it was better than staring at the cell bars all day. The few minutes you did get to spend with him we’re definitely the ones he enjoyed the most.

You shared a similar opinion. You hated the man, you hated what he did, hated what he worked for, hated what pain he’s caused, but spending the time that you did with him, you began to realize that he was different than the General you had heard about. He was rather... enjoyable.

“Why the hell am I thinking that man is enjoyable?” you questioned yourself. You were in your quarters now, having just splashed some water on your face when that last thought had flashed into your mind. “He’s anything but enjoyable,” you mumbled, drying your face with a towel. “He’s a snarky asshole if anything,” you huffed, looking at yourself in the mirror once more before you closed the light and walked to your bed.

Unceremoniously, you dropped yourself onto your back, just lying there and staring at the ceiling for a few seconds, then close your eyes and casually drifting off to sleep.

You had expected to dream of something peaceful, or maybe not dream at all, but what you did dream about was anything but what you expected. It wasn’t much of a dream, rather more like a nightmare- perhaps even worse.

It was set in an unfamiliar place, dark walls were closing you in and metal sliding doors were the only escape from the room, but they seemed to be locked. A throne was sat in the middle, a man dressed in all black with a mask that could reflect a copy of Darth Vader’s was covering the figures face.

You were surrounded by guards all dressed in red, some were even dressed like the man that sat in the throne, wearing masks of their own, similar but not exact. A window was stretched across one part of a wall that allowed the lights of the stars to shine in and reflect across the black surfaces of metal that practically covered the walls, floor, and ceiling.

A large red imperial flag was hoisted up behind the throne, and quickly you realized where you were. You didn’t know on what ship, but you knew this was the Throne Room that had been talked about among other members of the Resistance. You didn’t know much about the room itself, but slowly you began to put together what you gathered from your surroundings.

You were quickly able to deduce that the male sitting upon the throne was Ben Solo- or as he went by now Kylo Ren. The men in black standing beside him must have been the Knights of Ren that were mentioned before, and the surrounding guards were imperial officers forced to protect the room and anybody in it.

It took you a moment to realize that right now you were on your knees, no more than twenty feet away from the throne itself. Glancing to your left you noticed Hux was beside you, his hands cuffed behind his back just like your own were. His blue-green eyes were glaring up at the Kylo, blood trickling down from his forehead to his lip, and eventually onto the floor.

A moment passed, Hux’s eyes never shifting from the man dressed in black until finally he turned his head to the side and spit out the blood that had built up on his lip. Not even a second passed before he was grasped around the neck by some invisible force. Force!

Your eyes quickly snapped from Hux to Kylo, and without thinking, you yelled out in desperation. “No, stop! You’re going to kill him!” Your voice was shaking with terror, eyes wide as you nearly tried to lunge forward, as if your hands weren’t cuffed and a guard wasn’t standing right behind you.

Without even a blink of an eye, you were pushed down onto your chest by a staff, the sharp end of it stabbing into your back, but not puncturing your skin.

Kylo had let go of Hux’s throat after you had spoken, allowing the man to breathe properly after coughing a bit. With a menacing gaze, the man stood up from his throne and walked down towards you. He got down on one knee, kneeling in front of you and grasping your chin. Had you been able to see the eyes behind his mask you would have known that he was glaring deep into your soul.

Your teeth were clenched and grinding against one another, causing an awful sound, although not loud for anybody else to hear.

Kylo stood after a minute, letting out a deep sigh. “Kill her,” he nodded to you, urging the guard to finish the job.

All you had heard was the sound of a lightsaber turning on, and a sharp yell of protest coming from Hux before the blade was stabbed into your back.

You jolted awake then, a loud, painful gasp filling the room. Not a second later you had heard knocking on your door. It seemed to be urgent.

Taking a second to collect yourself, you stood up and grabbed your coat, slipping on your boots and not bothering to tie the laces before you opened the door.

A guard was stood there. “Hux seems to be in a lot of pain, he woke up rather abruptly,” they explained.

You nodded, grabbing your kit and walking towards his cell. You were let in quickly, the cell unlocked and locked by a guard so that you could quickly access the situation at hand.

Hux was grasping his shoulder, huffs and puffs of breath leaving his lips. His eyes were shut tightly, only opening as you gently placed your hand over his.

“Hux,” you whispered, trying to be as gentle as you could. “Let me see it.”

He allowed you to remove his hand, pushing the material of his dirtied uniform away from his skin. It fell limply behind him, allowing for his skin to be exposed.

You frowned. “Damnit, I thought the infection was getting better,” you muttered, realizing that rather, it had spread. You sighed after catching the side of his uniform. “Of course,” you said to yourself. Looking up at Hux, you smiled as reassuringly as you could.

“Jaster,” you called out to the guard closest to you. “Could you grab Hux a clean Resistance uniform for me?” you asked. Jester looked like he was about to protest, but you let out a frustrated puff. “His infection will never heal if he wears that dirty uniform of his,” you explained, and without a second of hesitation Jester nodded and walked off, knowing not to anger you.

You decided that just applying some more bacta gel and changing the bandages would do now until his next rounds of medicine were due. You finished and put everything away, closing the kit and waiting for Jester to return.

Suddenly a realization crossed your mind. “What’s your first name Hux?” you asked. The man in question furrowed his brows, then raised one as if in amusement before reluctantly answering.

“Armitage.”

You smiled, “Armitage,” you repeated. You chuckled, only to be stopped when you heard Jester return. You grabbed the clothes from him, walking back to Armitage and handing it to him.

“Just wear the new top so that the wound doesn’t get infected,” you explained.

For a moment Armitage looked like he was about to protest, but stopped as you yawned. He came to the conclusion that the quicker he did as you asked, the faster you’d be able to return to sleep, and for some reason, that thought mattered.

He gave a firm nod before placing on the new top carefully. It fit him snuggly, not too big and not too small. Honestly, it was just right. It highlighted his lean frame and, if you were being honest, it suited him. Of course, the outfit was not complete, the black imperial uniform pants not matching with the navy blue and browns of the Resistance color.

You smiled once more, giving him a nod before walking towards the cell door. It was unlocked for you and you stepped out, but not without saying a “good night Armie,” just because you knew it would piss him off a little.

You walked off before you heard the disgusted scoff at the nickname, but you didn’t have to hear it to know that it had happened. With a proud grin, you walked back to your room, having no idea what was expected to happen in the morning. It wasn’t going to be pleasurable, to say the least.

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anakin in the new ahsoka show has me feeling a type of way...an opening the drafts kind of way

More than this

A/n the anakin appearance in ahsoka show got to me, that's all i can say

warnings: i didn't think too much about realistic timelines and i lowkey prioritized vibe over canon (as usual tbh), also written very quickly bc i'm supposed to be studying for a test so typos maybe? and maybe not great lol,, lowkey manipulative anakin but he's in his villain era so

Summary: Similar vibes as that force "facetime" thing with kylo and rey,, basically anakin 'facetiming' his not gf after killing off a bunch of younglings bc she's going through it and he's that committed

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You're sick of it. Not of meetings or of political discourse or of trying to do the right thing for your people. You're sick of pretending like your entire way of life doesn't have an approaching expiration date.

The door to your bed chambers shuts with a groan loud enough to mask your irritated sigh. You squeeze your eyes shut so tightly you see stars before resting your forehead against the solid surface.

At least you're alone now. For now.

It won't be long before someone finds you. Another meeting or lesson or worst of all--another suitor. You don't want any of it. In fact, you might not ever want to speak to another person again.

"Not surprising."

You turn around too quickly, the back of your head hitting the door with a soft thump. Some combination of a shout and gasp tries to crawl up your throat but just as quickly the urge vanishes.

"Great..." He's standing at the other end of your room, confident like he has a right to be in your chambers. Like he's actually-- "I'm being driven to insanity."

He tilts his head slightly, expression revealing much too little. "I've told you." He takes a step forward. "I'm real."

At this point, he's given you several reasons to believe the stories he's told you. That the force he wields for whatever reason has chosen to connect the two of you. Considering what you've been briefed on regarding the current state of the Jedi, you might be better off if the stranger that keeps finding you does turn out to be a hallucination.

A question settles in your chest the way it often does when he appears. Now that you know about the rumored fall of the Jedi that has your father nervous and your advisors unsure, you're more wary of him than ever. How is he 'standing' here, perfectly fine?

You're not overly concerned about offending him. He's just someone that manipulates his abilities to pop in whenever you crave solitude most. But something at the back of your mind warns that you might not want the answer. Nothing good could come from any involvement of the Jedi in their current state.

"A hallucination would make the same argument," you whisper, voice drier than before. He takes another step in your direction. A mistake. You've made one by indicating nerves. "So..." Recovering quickly, you force your spine to straighten, "Why are you here this time?"

Casual and detached. That's how all of these forced rendezvous go. It's the safest. He insists on whatever point he's trying to make and you pretend to be too caught up in your annoyance to find any part of interesting until he eventually vanishes. Any stray in that could lead to a negative shift. Especially now.

"Are you not happy to see me?" You blink. He's made those types of comments before, a hint of humor touching his features enough to make you feel less on edge. But this time the words feel off, void of any warmth or surprising charisma.

Nerves twist themselves in your stomach. Whatever happened to the Jedi, whatever had all the members of your latest meeting on edge has effected him.

He's watching you, waiting for a reaction. You want out, but some instinct begs you to keep that hidden. A lifetime of being a royal daughter instead of a son has taught you that there's a certain safety that comes from playing unaware. "Not any more or less happy than usual."

That sounds normal, right? You've never been particularly nice to him, making it clear that you have no interest or time for whatever potential the force he's always talks about sees in the two of you as a pairing. But you're also not mean or flighty. "Okay, maybe a little less."

A small offering. You've done it before, revealing bits and pieces of your life to him because he has no part in your world. It doesn't matter what he knows and you've never had someone in your life in any capacity that you could just rant to, someone you could exist around without any pretext.

"And why is that?"

Another thing you didn't think through. The meeting that made you feel like a useless figurehead just waiting to be married off had revolved around the issues with the Jedi and what that means for your people.

"Some meetings today." That's a casual enough thing to admit. He normally assumes that's your issue. "Long meetings...so if you could just get to your point and disappear the way you usually do."

The corner of his mouth turns upwards. Normally, his partial smiles and signs of ease make you feel better about speaking to him. This look, however, only further knots your stomach. "Busy day."

"Yeah," you agree, nodding once, "Another one of my cousins have agreed to a proposed betrothal and that--that always starts discussions of when I'll finally do the same and--"

You're not sure where your rambling's going, you just know that this is something you complain about enough for it to seem normal. Besides, the best covers are based on the truth and what you're referencing is true enough. There was some discussion about a relative's impending marriage, but the rumors took over the meeting before anyone could try to convince your father to finally marry you off.

He takes another step towards the door and then another. The room is large enough that there's still an amount of distance between the two of you that's respectable, but that doesn't make it easier to dismiss that he's getting closer. At least your proximity to the door is comforting.

"You've never lied to me before."

The flutter of uncertainty in your stomach spikes, a brief wave of panic rendering you incapable of thinking. He's capable of just appearing in your room without actually being here, being able to tear apart your lie is nothing compared to that. But somehow him being able to tell where your truth begins and ends feels much more invasive than what you already knew about. You don't lie constantly, but for so long your ability to seem clueless has been your only form of self preservation.

You don't know what to do next. A part of you wants to fall back on habit, commit to your portrayal of not knowing. He'll see through it, there's no reason for him not to, but what else is there? Owning up to lying about the meeting will lead to a discussion of the actual meeting and that...

You're not sure why you're so convinced that ignorance is what you should be striving for. After all, everything you heard about the Jedi's current situation was unconfirmed, too recent and closed off to have reached even the top leader's of your home. But if it's true and he's really reaching out to you after such tragedy and acting casual in a way that makes it feel like you've never met him before.

You're also too aware of the fact that while you do feel the need to be alert, you're not afraid. This would be easier if you were. "How do you know that?"

Instead of sounding as closed off as you want to, genuine curiosity bleeds into the question.

"The same way we can see each other." Another step, this one less subtle. "I can teach you, if you'd like."

If he can tell when you're lying, there's not much point in saying no without a reason because despite yourself, you would like to know how. Who wouldn't? "I think I'm missing certain abilities."

His eyebrows draw together, and for a brief second you get a glimpse of something a little more familiar and a lot easier to accept. "I wouldn't be too sure."

Okay, now you know something's up with him. A breezy half-laugh escapes you. "Come on." Maybe that was his way of releasing some of the tension. His expression doesn't waiver. "Okay." If he wants to act strange, fine, but he's not going to convince you that you're like him in anyway. "What makes you say that?"

A beat passes and then another. If he had behaved like he usually does, you might have even considered the silence a sort of hesitation. "You're the one that reached out to me."

Another breathy, almost nervous laugh slips out. "Even if I had wanted to speak to you, I wouldn't have known how."

"You found a way."

There are only so many things you can believe from him. He's an invasive stranger that you've decided to accept in your life out of desperation for an outlet of escape. "That's impossible." He's closer now than you remember him being a second ago. That's almost enough to derail your train of thought. "The--the only thing I was thinking about was how much I wanted to be alone."

"You say that every time."

Pressing your lips together, you give yourself permission to let his words sink in. Every time you've seen him, it's after deciding that you want nothing to do with anyone ever again. "Then I guess you have impeccable timing."

He's so close now that you could extend an arm to touch him....if you wanted to. He angles his chin downwards slightly, "I can teach you."

Warmth begins to crawl up your chest. His assistance is another thing that should scare you. You're not like him...you can't be and even if you were, it'd have to be a secret that you take with you to the grave. And even if you are, why does it matter to him? "Why?"

He's unfazed by your abrasive tone. "I can see it."

"There's nothing to s--"

"You want more than this." You swallow once in an attempt to get rid of whatever's lodged itself in your throat. Maybe there is no such thing as being able to be fully honest with anyone, no matter how disconnected from your life they may seem. "I can help you."

Some halfhearted correction tries to pry itself out of your mouth even though there's no point. "I don't--we don't even know each other." You keep your poster rigid. "I don't even know your name."

His lips part. Whatever response he was planning on giving you is cut off before he can even start by the quick knocking against your door. Your head initially snaps towards the door. "..Are you in there?" Another rush of soft knocks. "Your father's waiting for you, he wants to debrief the last meeting."

Your let your head fall forward again with an instinctual sigh. By the time your eyes settle where they were before, he's gone.

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But I recently found this song & it’s SO COOL!! It’s so cute & it’s just giving me some serious space-romancey vibes 😅

It kinda reminds me of Anakin & Padme, the cool Clone Wars Anakin not Mr. Darth Vader. 😒👎🏽

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✩‌ merchant!qimir x acolyte!reader | smut | fluff | 2.5k

SUMMARY | you fall into bed with sweet, goofy qimir, expecting a tame tryst... but he's not as sweet as he seems in between the sheets.

WARNINGS | smut, dirty talk, breastplay, f*ngering, oral s*x (male receiving), breathplay (safe choking), praise kink (good girl!), piv s*x, unprotected s*x

RATING | explicit

NOTES | please leave some love in comments/tags or inbox if you liked this fic!!! thanks for those who were waiting for this fic <3

He’s going to kill me. 

The thought rings through your mind as you’re sitting in Qimir’s lap, lips intertwined with his. His hands grasp the back of your head and the side of your thigh, while yours tug on the nape of his neck and run through his perpetually messy hair. 

It’s screwed up that you’re thinking of the master you and Qimir share at a moment like this, but it’s impossible not to. 

If your master finds out you’re about to bed the guide he assigned to you, he may never let you see him again. A deeper fear gnaws at you; he might not only kill you for breaking some unspoken protocol, but also Qimir.  

But it’s worth the risk, one you’re both willing to take. 

Consequences be damned, because Qimir’s been undressing you with his eyes all night. 

The same sweet, goofy Qimir who always greets you with a lopsided grin, constantly annoys you about drinking enough water, and trips when he walks up the stairs or even flat ground.

But tonight’s circumstances were different. Both of you were dressed up formally to infiltrate a Senate Gala undercover. 

Him, working as a waiter, his signature disheveled hair temporarily tamed in a small bun and wearing a uniform that highlighted his broad shoulders you weren’t accustomed to. You, adorning a floor-length red halter dress that hugged your body in all the right places. 

The second he saw you step into the ballroom, he stammered into his ear-piece (“Wow, you look—wow.”). And when you blended in by grabbing a drink from his tray, his eyes could not help but roam your body. Your exposed shoulders, the expanse of your bare back, and the amount of leg showing with your high slit. 

After finishing your tasks for the night, you two stormed off in the Exile II to a nearby planet, seeking refuge at a run-down safehouse. What began as winding down with a few drinks soon morphed into spontaneous slow-dancing without any music.

You’ve always had a soft spot for him, and when he mustered the courage to tell you how gorgeous you looked tonight, followed by the loaded question—if he could kiss you—you obviously said yes. 

Which led to this current beautiful scene being played out on this grungy, old couch. 

In his loosened button-up shirt, Qimir kisses so delicately, each movement and touch just as gentle, perfectly reflecting his personality. Frankly, you’re not expecting anything more than a pleasant evening with a coworker you've grown to adore. If he's spectacular in bed, that’s merely a bonus. 

As his lips leave yours and travel to the side of your neck, you arch into him while your hands bunch up the fabric of his shirt. He holds you close, lips never straying from your skin, and lowers you down onto the couch.

But then, your eyes drift up to the ceiling, and the weight of where you are and who owns this place hits you again, causing you to tense up. 

“Stop thinking about him,” Qimir murmurs against your neck, his hands kneading your waist. This elicits a low groan from you, pulling you back into the moment.

“But what if he—”

“He’ll never know,” he cuts in reassuringly. 

“And if he does?”

“He’ll be fine with this,” he insists, tone bordering frustration. 

“How do you know?” 

Drawing away from your neck, he gazes down at you with a hand braced on the couch’s armrest. His messy, yet gorgeous, hair nearly brushes against your face. When he palms your cheek, his eyes soften. 

“Just be with me for tonight. All of you. Don’t think about anything else besides you and me. Can you do that for me?” 

You glance up at him for a few beats, taking in his beauty, along with his saccharine pleading words. Then, with a small smile, you nod. 

Suddenly, like lightning cutting through a storm, a smirk replaces Qimir’s warmth.   

“Good girl,” he says, his voice now a lower, more seductive tone than you’re used to. You reflexively tighten at the praise.  

Swiftly, he unties your halter dress and pulls the fabric down, baring your breasts to the cool air. 

You gasp sharply as his mouth descends, capturing your nipple between his teeth, gently nipping before he swirls and darts his tongue against it. Your fingers tug at his hair, while his free hand kneads your other breast, his thumb strumming and teasing the hardened tip. 

Hovering over your body, he trails kisses along your skin, switching his attention from one breast to the other, ensuring every inch of your chest is teased and pleasured. 

Eventually, his hand slides down from your breast, the tips of his fingers grazing you in a slow, deliberate path until they find their way between your legs. 

Your breath becomes ragged and your eyes tremble as he drags two fingers over your thin underwear. 

“Fuck,” he chuckles, and you detect a cocky note to it, “you’re so wet for me already.” 

His cockiness, paired with the vulgar comment, makes you shiver. You involuntarily buck your hips in need; he continues to chuckle, clearly indulging his power over you and how weak you become by a mere touch. 

Qimir deftly pushes your panties to one side and plunges his digits into you. Your hands slip underneath his button-up shirt, fingers pressing into the smooth skin of his upper back and shoulders while your rising moans and needy whimpers fill the room. 

But he’s far from finished—he jacks his fingers straighter, angling them even deeper than before.

Your whimpers evolve into heavy groans and wails, your fingers practically leaving marks on him. If he was this good with just his fingers, you were dying to know what he could do with his cock. Despite the raw pleasure, he grounds you with the press of his forehead against yours.

For the cherry on top, his thumb rubs your clit in small circles, each stroke sending you closer to the edge. 

“Be a good girl and come for me.” 

And you obediently do so with the rolling of your eyes, the uncontrollable jolting of your hips, and the ceaseless panting of his own name into Qimir's lips. 

You take a second to come down from your high, but decide not to waste any time and pull away from underneath Qimir to shimmy out of your dress and panties, standing up and kicking them off beside the foot of the couch.

He sits relaxed on the couch now with a hand behind his head, watching you intently as you, now completely bare, drop to your knees in front of him. 

Your hands tremble in anticipation when you reach for his pants, evidently feeling his desire around the seams. Removing his pants and undergarment to his ankles, your breath catches in your throat at the sight of his cock springing up against his shirt.

Said shirt is in the way, so Qimir unbuttons it fully and you become slack-jawed over his gorgeous abs, so awestruck that you can’t resist stroking them. 

You continue to touch his abs as you hold his length in your other hand, gifting him gradual, firm strokes. Qimir releases a soft moan, leaning his head back while one of his hands squeeze your shoulder tenderly. 

Finally, you take him into your mouth. On your knees, you worship him. Your tongue traces every inch of him and your lips and palm work together in tandem until his length is slick with your devotion. 

In this moment, you feel an unspoken, strong reverence for Qimir. You can’t explain why you feel this way, but you let your body speak for itself. Each motion you provide is a testament to how much you respect him—as if letting him fill your mouth completely, even occasionally hitting the back of your throat, will prove your admiration.

Although he watches your every move, in such moments such as when you take him fully, squeeze his length harder, or suck hard on his blunt head, his composure slips; he releases throaty groans and his eyes lose focus.

At one point, he warns you he’s close, and you retreat, not wanting the evening to end just yet. Decisively, he rids of his shirt, revealing the expanse of his upper body, and steps out of his other clothes. You ogle at his presence; the more you experience Qimir tonight, the more you realize just how little you know about him.  

Gently taking you by your wrist, Qimir guides you to bend forward in front of him on the couch. You’re surprised at this unexpected position from what you anticipated—a more traditional one like missionary—since it places him in control and leaves you vulnerable, with your face turned away from his. 

His hands grip your hips firmly, and he lines himself up behind you. He eases into you slowly, and you throw your head back when he’s fully inside. Once you’ve adjusted, his thrusts are slow and deep. You savor the feeling of him inside of you, gripping the couch for release with each penetration. 

He leans closer, his breath hot against your ear. “Do you feel me? Every inch of me?” 

You nod, breathless and overwhelmed.

“And do you like it?” 

“I do”—you gasp, throwing your head back at a sudden thrust—“I love it so much.” 

“Such a good girl…” Qimir presses a kiss at the nape of your neck. Just as you're about to lean into it, he’s already gone. 

He removes himself from your warmth, disappointment rising within you in the form of a pout, but he quickly turns you around. 

Qimir lays you on the couch again beneath him once more. As he re-enters you, you think about how the vulnerability of your previous position pales in comparison to this. Now, this position makes you feel even more exposed with how he pins you down with his tenacious gaze with each thrust into your pussy.

Then, intensity flickers in his eyes. His gaze sharpens, and you sense his desire for something more, particularly with how hard he grips your waist. 

“I’m–I’m going to place my hand around your neck,” he pants. “If it’s too much at any point, you double-tap me and I’ll stop. Do you understand?”

You nod, drowning in the pleasure, and you barely whisper, “I understand.” 

His fingers first trace the contours of your throat, barely touching it, almost as if he's giving you one last out to say no if you want. But you don't want to; your curiosity is piqued for this darker, dominant side of Qimir you've never seen before.

His hand wraps around your throat with a firm, yet controlled pressure. You can feel the tightness and the pulse of your own blood under his touch, but the sensation is exhilarating, never crossing into pain.

When you don't seem to mind the amount of pressure, Qimir pushes you further, strengthening his hold against the sides of your windpipes. You moan harder, your pussy clenching in tandem with the thrill.

“Remember to breathe,” he instructs. “Focus on how good I feel inside of you.”

Seeing this intense, commanding side of Qimir is addicting. You want more—no, you need more of him like this. Your eyes roll, feeling the rising tension in the pits of your abdomen.

Your gaze drifts to the point where you and he connect, captivated by the sight of his relentless thrusts. You watch the way his body moves against yours, each thrust pushing you closer and closer.

“Look at me as I fuck you,” he demands, his gaze unyielding the whole time. 

You struggle to keep your eyes locked on his, but you try your best to in order to avoid disappointing him. At this point, he's almost just as much of a mess as you: hair sticking to his perspired forehead, eyelids fluttering, teeth gritting hard as if he's holding himself back.

“Good girl. That’s my good”—he hesitates with an elongated moan—“my good girl.”

Pleasure seizes you both, and your faces contort in ecstasy. Jagged moans permeate the air as you come undone first, with Qimir following behind as he paints your stomach with thick, white streaks.

After the clean-up, you lie on the couch on your side, facing him. On the other hand, he’s facing the ceiling with a hand above his head, and you’re in disbelief over the fact that he hides such a toned and chiseled form underneath layers of clothes all the time. You take advantage of the moment and let your hands graze the planes of his chest.

“You’re a completely different person when sex is on the table,” you observe with a hint of awe. 

“Yeah?” He glances at you with a glimmer of a smirk. His voice seems huskier than usual, more seductive really. “Do you like that side of me?” 

“I do,” you admit shyly. 

His hand reaches out from beneath the sheet over your bodies, brushing against your thigh. “Wasn’t too much for you?” 

You shake your head. “Not at all.” 

“Do you…” He absentmindedly draws shapes on your skin. “Do you prefer that side of me over how I normally am?” 

You think about it for a second.

“No,” you say with confidence, reaching for him and tucking some of his loose hair behind his ear. “That was undoubtedly one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, but I also like how you are with me every day. You respect me, you treat me well, and you make me laugh all the time; you’re one of the funniest guys I know.” 

“On that note”—he leans in to rub his nose against the top of your arm before placing a light kiss on the same area—“can you call me master when we have sex?” 

You immediately swat him on his chest and laugh. “Oh, my God!” 

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” he says, his pitch now returning to its normal state. “Unless…?” 

“If you’re really into it, I’ll consider it.” you tease, then look away. The mention of the word drags you back to reality. “What are we going to do about him?” 

“I told you already; he’s fine with it,” he says dismissively, waving a hand. It bothers you that he doesn’t seem to care, but then you squint and wonder…

“You say that as if he already knows.” 

He shrugs. “Maybe he does.” 

Your eyes widen as your suspicions seem to be true. “Did you tell him?!” 

“No,” he grunts, “but, I mean, he probably has the place bugged.”

“Oh, God…” You bury your face in one of your hands. “He’s not gonna be happy, especially if he heard everything. I do not look forward to training tomorrow.” 

“Like I said,” he takes one of your hands and presses a kiss onto the inside of your wrist, “he’ll be fine with it. I’m willing to bet on it.”

“You don’t know him like I do, Qimir! How do you know it’ll be okay?” 

“Trust me, all right?” He smiles and plants a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling you into his arms—

“I just know.”  

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Flying Lesson - Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x Solo Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1253

Summary: Poe thinks the reader doesn’t know how to fly. So he’s going to teach her. But let’s not forget the reader is a Solo/Skywalker.

Authors Note: Poe talks a lot and is so busy maybe he doesn’t notice you can already fly.

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Y/n turned around at the sound of footsteps approaching to see Poe with an excited grin on his face. “Ok, ready for your first flying lesson?” He clapped his hands together, rocking on the balls of his feet.

Y/n sighed. She had tryed to tell him before when he first mentioned teaching her how to fly that she already knew how. “Yeah, but Poe I already-”

“Good. So I’m gonna teach you on my X-Wing.” Poe smiled even wider if that was even possible. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, pulling her into him before heading himself and her to the hanger.

Once they reached the hanger Poe leads them both over towards where his X-Wing is stationed. Y/n can’t help but think he really needs to shut up and listen more. She’s a Solo and a Skywalker, of course, she knows how to fly. Probably better than him. It’s in her blood. “So climb on up.” Poe gestured to the ladder, smirking at the thought of watching her go up. He always loved that view.

“Yes, commander” Y/n smiled up at him, saluting. If he didn’t want to listen then she’ll play along… Then shock the bantha shit out of him. 

“Ok so…” Poe started as he got in, sitting right behind her in the tight space. Poe got to explaining all the controls, but all Y/n did was hum and nod along. “Got it?” he asked once he was done.

“Yup” Y/n stated kinda emphasizing the ‘p’ in the ‘yup’.

“Good now let’s take it for a test drive.” Poe clapped with his arms around her. Moving them to rest around her waist so they won’t be in the way when she started up and flew the X-Wing.

Y/n started up the X-Wing, one they were in the air for awhile Poe wanted to see how much she really listened to of his instructions. “Ok so now that we’re in the air try turning.”

Y/n sighed but kept it quiet so Poe wouldn’t hear. She turned the X-Wing like he said, it’s hard to not laugh but that would give it all away.

“Poe patted her leg in excitement. “Great. Now the opposite direction.”

“Like that?” Y/n asked him coyly, turning her head slightly to see him out of the corner of her eyes.

“Yeah just like that.” He smiled proudly leaning forward a tiny bit to place a kiss on her exposed neck. Y/n tryed shrugging him off and Poe started laughing. “OK, now I’m gonna keep my mouth shut.”

“Are you sure you’re capable of doing that?” Y/n snarked back at him. ‘Does he know how much he talks?’ she thought to herself. Besides if he actually ever shut up he’d know she can already pilot.

Poe laughed “Haha. But I’m just gonna sit here and you pilot. Let’s see how you do.”

Y/n smirked, “Prepare to be amazed, Dameron.” Y/n started to flip switches that Poe didn’t even explain to her about.

Poe tightened his grip on her slightly. “What? Wait what do you mean-”

“Ah, ah, ah, you said you’d be quiet Dameron.” Y/n tutted at him.

Once y/n stated pulling trick after trick in the air, she could feel Poe’s grip go deadly tight around her waist. Y/n was pulling tricks that her father taught her and tricks she learned from her force ghost grandfather.

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“Wait!” Poe called after her. “Y/n wait up!” He called again chasing after her in the hanger but kept tripping over his own feet.  

“Hey, mom.”Y/n smiled walking into the command center.

“Hey, hun. WHats up?” Leia reached her hand out towards Y/n.

“Well, remember what I told about Poe wanting to teach me how to fly.” Y/n took her hand, tilting her head in a mischievous way.

Leia rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Even though you already know how to fly.”

Y/n bit her lip nodding along. “Well, he just taught me how to fly his X-Wing.”

“I thought you were going to tell him that you already know how to pilot?” Leia questioned her daughter with a knowing look.

“I tryed but he cut me off, again. SO I just went with it.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders turning her gaze to the floor. Hoping her mom wouldn’t catch on to what she might have done.

“You didn’t.” Leia gave Y/n a pointed look but you could see the amusement behind her expression.

“He was so excited to teach me. SoI went along with it. Let him teach me the controls and button.” Y/n explained holding her hands up and shrugging her shoulders.

“y/n” Leia said in a questioning tone.

Y/n shrugged dropping her hands. “Then once we were in the air I might have shown him a thing or two.”

Leia smiled at Y/n “you shocked the Hut out of him, didn’t you?” She asked but it was more of a statement.

“Yu’p’” Y/n nodded confidently

“Y/n!” Poe’s scream came echoing through the hall as he approached the control room.

“Here comes flyboy.” Leia smirked at her daughter. Winking before walking away to give them space.

“Yeah.” Y/n huffed out before turning towards the direction where Poe is gonna appear. “Hey Poe.” she smiled at him innocently.

“Y/n. What in the Wampa was that?!” Poe asked with wide eyes and out of breath.

Y/n shook her head in question. “What ever do you mean Poe?” She let a small smile twitch at her lips.

“You know what! You pulled moves out there that not even I knew how to do.”Poe panted out, waving his hands around trying to get out what he was explaining.

“Well if you would have listened to me. I tryed to tell you that I already knew how to fly.” Y/n crossed her arms over her chest, popping out her hip.

“If you already know how to fly why did you still go on as if you didn’t know?” Poe asked more calmly. Copying her pose. Adding a tilt of his head.

Y/n let out a sigh dropping her arms to her sides. Grabbing Poe’s bicep and pulling him over to a spot in the room that's not so occupied with people. Giving them more privacy. “Because Poe, you were so excited to teach me, and I didn’t want to ruin that. It was adorable and telling you would’ve put a downer in the whole happy mood you were in. So I went along with it. Till you told me to take over for myself.” As y/n explained her side of things she could see Poe relaxing, she could see the wheels turning in his head. Y/n smiled at him, shrugging before continuing. “And honestly, we don’t get to have many carefree moments fighting this war. I had a great time having you teach me how to fly. Even though I already knew how to. It was fun.”

Poe shook his head with a wide smile on his face. He couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. “What did I ever do to deserve you Y/n Solo.” Poe looked at her with adoration. Placing his hands on her hips, pulling her closer.

Y/n laced her hands together at the back of his neck. “I don’t know Poe Dameron. But I’m sure glad you did.”

StarWars Imagine Ideas

Would anyone be interested in some Star Wars series?

& Imagines ?

Characters:

Anakin Skywalker - x reader , daughter, friend, padawan

Obi Wan Kenobi - x reader, daughter, friend, padawan

Darth Vaders - Daughter

Of course I still Have all the ones on my Masterlist 

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I’ll probably do them anyway at some point but thoughts?

Forgotten Feelings, But New Chances - Obi Wan Kenobi

Obi Wan X Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Words: 1,233

Summary: When Old Jedi friends with forgotten feelings for the other meet again years after Order 66, what will their outcome be?

Author's Note: Its a short summary but I think it sounds mysterious. First Obi-Wan Imagines so YAY!

P.S. Next month is my birthday month!

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Y/n couldn’t believe her eye’s at the sight in front of her. On Tattoonie of all places. It was obvious that he was hiding. That’s the only reason people come to Tattoonie. But from the looks of it, he was hiding from someone outside the alleyway he was tucked in. But of course, after Order 66 who left alive wouldn’t be in hiding? Y/n decided to approach him, worst that could happen, he doesn’t remember her. Right? 

“Master Kenobi your not very good at hiding.” Y/n giggled as she watched her old friend jump. “I remember you use to be much better.” She smiled looking off to the side with a smug smile.

Obi-Wan turned around at the sound of the voice behind him. It couldn’t be. He hadn’t seen her since Order 66. “y/n?”

“In the flesh.” she shrugged with a teasing smile. But by the look on his face this wasn’t a time for teasing or jokes.

“Where have you been? I thought you died.” he turned to face her fully in the alleyway on Tattoonie. This is the last place Obi-Wan thought he’d ever see anyone from the past.

“Do you have somewhere not in the open to talk about this?” Y/n asked looking around to see it anyone was watching them. Or listening to their conversation.

Obi-Wan understood where her concern was coming from. So with that he grabbed her hand, and adjusted his hood. Leading her to the place he’s been hiding out in. It was a nice little place. Almost reminded Y/n of where they found Anakin back when she was a padawan along with Obi-Wan.

“What happened, Y/n? I thought you were dead. Yoda thinks your dead, so does Bail Organa.” Obi-Wan asked once they settled into his place of residence.

“Thought that was the point. Stay under the radar, pretend you’re dead. So the Empire thinks your dead. That Order 66 was completed.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders. Did she feel guilty? Yes, of course she does. But it’s not like she really had a choice. Not unless she wanted to endanger him and herself. “Obi, I couldn’t go and try to find you. I didn’t know where you were hiding out and I definitely didn’t want to risk your life by leading anyone to you either.”

Even though he understood where she was coming from it still hurt. But Obi-Wan would rather have her stay safe than put herself in danger. It was sweet also that she was concerned about his safety. Moves to sit down before asking a less complicated question. “Where have you been all this time?”

Y/n sighed, moving to sit down as well. Folding her hands together. “I haven’t stayed in one place for longer than a year.”

“Why not?” Obi-Wan tilted his head in question.

“I’m afraid… I’m afraid that they will find me. So I keep on the move. I know its not in the Jedi way, but . . . Ben. The Jedi are gone, the practice is gone and I hate to say it but-” She looked down feeling ashamed for hiding, and for her thoughts and opinions on the Jedi Order she was once a part of.

“What? You can tell me, Y/n.” he moved closer towards her, hoping his closeness would comfort her and make her feel comfortable enough to tell him. They use to be close. So close they told each other everything.

“I like it. I like being free to feel things and be free to discover who I am besides just a Jedi. Don’t get me wrong I loved being a Jedi, but it is nice to have some of the things that we couldn’t in the order.” Y/n smiled looking at her old friend with what Obi-Wan could describe as relief bliss, maybe even also joy.

“I get what you mean.” he nodded in understanding.

“You do?” she looked at him in shocked

“Yeah.” Obi-Wan gave her a small smile. “Speaking of non-Jedi Order things we can now do or have.”

Y/n reached out for his hand and interlaced their fingers together. Looking Obi-Wan in the eyes with gentle eyes. “You can tell me Obi-Wan.”

“Y/n would you like to stay here with me?” he asked hoping she would say ‘yes’.

“I don’t understand.” she asked with her head tilted.

“Would you like to stay here with me. An maybe try to be more than friends.” he cringed at how cheesy it sounded. “Maybe pursue what we discussed a few years back- before everything happened.”

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“y/n, we need to talk about this.” Obi-Wan stressed as he followed her through the Jedi temple.

“Yes. But not here.” Y/n spun around to face him. She looked around to make sure they were far from any listening ears. “You know if the council heard us we’d be expelled from the Jedi Order.”

Obi-Wan glanced around as well before speaking. “That’s exactly why we need to talk about this-”

Y/n poked his chest, cutting him off. “I haven’t been the one avoiding it Obi-Wan and you know that!.”

He sighed nodding in admittances to her statements. “I will admit I have been reluctant to discuss the topic at hand.”

“Yet, you say the feelings are mutual.” She gave a tight-lipped smile before scoffing and shaking her head.

Obi-Wan glanced around before pulling her with him to a secluded area a few feet away from where they had stopped walking. Obi-Wan shook his head moving forward to cup her cheeks in between his hands. Looking her in the eyes with full-on adoration. “They are, my Love. I can promise you that.”

“What is there left o talk about?” Y/n lifted her arms up in exclamation before they fell back at her sides. “With the code not allowing attachments, relationships. Nothing can happen even if we want it to.”

As much as Obi-Wan wishes that he could do something about it, he can’t. The Jedi Order has rules that must not be broken.

“Maybe if later on the council ever changes the code or - you know things could change.” he tried to keep the hope up, even if they both knew it was more than likey a lost cause. “I’ll always care deeply for you, my love. Maybe in a different life or at a different time, we could be more.”

“I’ll always care deeply for you as well my dear Obi-Wan. Our Time just isn’t now.” Y/n stated tilting her head to the side with a sad look before leaving off to do her Jedi Duties. Leaving Obi-Wan in the small darkish hallway to his thoughts.

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Y/n sighed running a hand through her hair shyly. “You remember that?”

“Of course I do. The things we talked about, the feelings. They were and on my part still are, mutual.” Obi-Wan smiled at her embarrassment.

Y/n smirked, lifting her head. “Still are?”

“Yes, dear.” Obi-Wan smiled. “Still are.” he nodded.

“They’re still there for me as well." she bit her lip

“Really?” Obi-Wan looked shocked

“Yes, really. I have had feelings for you Ben since we were padawan’s.” Y/n laughed lightly, using his nickname. It was as if no time had passed between them. An now with the Order gone they have a chance to be together.

Why Am I Here? - Darth Vader

Darth Vader x daughter reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,612

Summary: Reader gets “”invited”” to spend some time with the Empire. For reasons only Darth Vader knows, but will he tell? Or keep her guessing.

Authors Note: I’ve been thinking of making a whole series with a similar plot. So I’m trying this imagine out see how people like it. If you do and want to see more like this or with a similar plot comment below or say something in a reblog!

P.S. Its my Birthday Month!!!! YAY!

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Y/n stood there confused as to why she was here. Nothing about her should interest the Empire. She never given anyone any clues or hints as to if she is with the rebellion.

But yet they came to her senate booth and asked her to come with them. Not that she would have had a choice anyway. When they brought her to a ship, from there they took her to as they put it ‘Where lord Vader is staying’. When the troopers escorted her to a room, they told her this is where she will be staying. In the room was a huge bed, a big bathroom, and a closet. A closet that was full of her own clothes plus some other outfits that were beautiful. But it wasn’t just the closet that had things she owned in it. It was the whole room. There was small things from her room at home scattered all over. All the thoughts in her head stopped once the door opened to reveal the man that had her brought here.

“Why am I here?” Y/n asked with a strong voice. She truly is curious as to why they took her from her home. “Do you talk or are you just gonna stand there?”

Vader just stood there staring at Y/n before asking. “Do you know who I am?”

“Of course I do. Your Darth Vader.EVeryone know who you are.” She nodded, the look in her eyes was very confused as to why he would ask that specific question. But there was another emotion that Vader couldn’t place.

“Is that all you know me as?” he asked trying to get a sense of how to approach why he brought her here.

“Should I know you as more than that?” Y/n tilted her head in more confusion and also now curiousness. What did he mean by that? Should she know him as more?

“You will be staying here awhile. I hope that this room is up to your liking. We’ll talk later.” With that statement, he turned to leave the room. It was obvious to Y/n that that was not the answer he was looking for from her.

“Wait-” Y/n started but he left the room before she could continue. There were more questions running through her head now than there were before he came in.

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“Lord Vader requests your presence.” A Stormtrooper stated as he entered the quiet room. 

Y/n let out a sigh of annoyance. “You can tell Lord Vader that I decline his request.”

The Stormtrooper left reluctantly. Y/n was sure that was not the answer the trooper wanted. Nor Darth Vader.

After about 20 to 30 minutes the door of her room opened. Low and behold Darth Vader entered the room. Y/n couldn’t help but smirk a tiny bit at the frustration in Darth Vaders walk and demeanor. It was quite comical. “Hello to you too.”

“You declined. What makes you think you are allowed to decline a request from me?” Even though he concealed it well Y/n could tell Darth Vader was frustrated with her previous actions.

“Oh, I know that I’m not supposed to. But it got your attention now didn’t it?” she tilted her head with a smile tugging at her lips.

Vader’s suit let out what could be considered a sigh. “I’m assuming you have something you want to say.”

y/n nodded at his assumption. “I have questions.”

“You may ask them.” he moved to sit on the couch in the room he had provided her. Waiting for her to start asking said questions.

“Why am I here?” Was the first one and most obvious out of Y/n’s mouth.

“I have my reasons.”

“Are they valid for keeping me here without my consent?”

“Yes” Vader nodded

“Can I know the reasons?” Y/n asked to hope that she could get more than another one-worded answer.

“Soon.” he replied, smirking behind the mask.

“What does that mean?” Y/n groaned, this was getting her nowhere.

“You’ll find out soon.” Vader rephrased

“How far is soon?” she rolled her eyes at his vagueness.

“Have a goodnight, y/n.” Darth Vader stated as he got up and headed for the exit.

“Will we talk about this again?” Y/n asked standing up really quickly off the bed. Heading to follow him out the door.

“Soon.” Was the last word that left the Sith as he left, with the door shutting behind him.

“UUUUGGGGHHHHHHH” Y/n screamed, falling back onto the large bed. This was ridiculous. She was getting nowhere. Y/n had a feeling that she was going to e there for a long while. The least he could do was answer some of her questions if he was gonna keep her there. Hopefully, he will tell her more ‘soon’ as he puts it.

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“You requested me?” Y/n snarked walking into what looked to be Darth Vaders room.

“I’m shocked you came. Your learning.” he seemed to snark back.

“Yeah, sure. Why’d you call me here?” Y/n questioned while switching her weight to one hip, moving her arms to hug around herself.

“Do you know my history?” Vader asked what was a very random question to the young woman.

“What do you mean?” she tilted her head in confusion.

“Before I became Darth Vader.” he elaborated, turning to face her.

Y/n shook her head, casting her eyes down as she answered. “No. i heard it was forbidden to talk about who you were before. So no one does.”

“To some people it is. Most in fact.” Vader agreed with her statement.

“But your gonna tell me?” Y/n’s eyes widened in shock.

“Yes.” It was a simple answer but it scared Y/n. What happens to people who know? That question just kept running through her mind.

“Am I allowed to know?” She asked after letting out a deep breath that was shaky. 

“It’s my story to tell, Y/n.” Darth Vader smiled under his mask at her.

“Right” Y/n let out a light shaky laugh. It was one of their rare moments between them where whatever wall that separated them came down. Which Y/n didn’t know how to feel about. But Vader couldn’t help but feel immensely happy with those moments.

“Before the Empire, I was a Jedi. I didn’t follow the code completely. I was married, in secret to the love of my life. Right before the rise of the Empire, when things changed she was pregnant. I was to be a father. . . . She died in childbirth. Because of me. An I wasn’t there for her. I made a lot of decisions I regret, and that was one of them.” Vader explained, looking solemnly towards the floor as he thought about his past actions.

“What was your name?” Y/n asked once he stopped explaining, Some of the things he had just mentioned sounded very familiar. Her breathing picked up as she waited for his answer. 

Vader decided to make a decision to show her his true face. No one has seen his face other than the Emperor since he turned from Anakin Skywalker to Darth Vader. Once the helmet was off Vader turned to face the young woman, maskless. “I think you know.”

“Oh my-” Y/n gasped moving her hands up to cover her mouth. So many thoughts running through her head. 

“Y/n-”

Y/n held her hand up to stop him from saying more. “You know. You knew the whole time, and didn’t tell me! That's why I’ve been here this whole time. Isn't it!?”

Vader or maybe Anakin, could see how she was starting to feel upset. Betrayed even. But he knows she’s been held in the Empires custody long enough she deserved to know. “Yes.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked with a whimper.

“I wanted us to get to know each other first. Establish a relationship before I told you.” he explained, hoping she would understand. But he knew that it’d still probably take time with her. Over the last couple months they have been getting to know each other, just slowly.

“Well, I do know some stories about Anakin Skywalker. My father.” Y/n spoke after letting some time pass, playing with her fingers nervously, aware that things will forever be  changed.

Vader- or Anakin nodded in understanding. She had put it together and now she knew why he took her and why he’s treating her the way he is. He walked up to her, giving her a small smile. “I know we have a long way to some with our relationship, but I would like to make this work..” Vader softened his stature trying his hardest not to seem intimidating to his daughter. Not wanting to frighten her. “I’ve missed to much of your life up till now. I’m not missing any more of it.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes still not sure about all of this. But something was telling her that he is being truthful, and that she could trust him. He has protected her since she's been there. “Can you tell me more about my mom? And about you, or at least who you use to be?”

“Yeah, sweetheart. I can do that.” He nodded, and couldn’t help how much his smile grew. The fact that she was willing to get to know him made his heart swell. She wanted him to tell her about Padme, he hasn’t been able to talk about her since he lost her. Maybe they could have a slightly normal father daughter relationship.

May the 4th Be With You - Poe Dameron

Poe x Solo-Organa reader

Leia x daughter reader

Warnings: none

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Summary: Leia has a mission for her daughter, where she gets to chose her own pilot. Y/n’s alittle nervous about it and her mom knows how to calm her nerves.

Authors Note: Thought of why not do a star wars my 4th imagine and use the phrase as the title and the purpose of the imagine. Happy May The 4th Be With You Day!

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“Poe I have to go!” Y/n laughed trying to get out of the pilots' grip.

“Just stay for a little while longer.” Poe mumbled into her neck, holding her tighter to his chest.

“I can’t! My mom wants me at the bridge now. She needs to talk to me about something.” Y/n stated struggling to pry his arm from around her waist.

“Ugh. Fine.” Poe grumbled letting go of his grip.

“I won’t be long. Promise.” Y/n promised as she got out of bed, turning around to lean down and give him a kiss.

“Just hurry back.” Poe spoke with a graveled half-asleep voice.

“I will.” Y/n smiled at her sleepy pilot. It was still really early but her mom had requested this meeting the day before so there was no choice to get up.

After getting dressed quickly, Y/n headed out to meet with her mother. It wasn’t hard to find her since she is the general after all.

“General?” Y/n smiled coming up to her mother.

“Commander or Jedi.” Leia smiled toward her daughter. She loved to tease her about both her professional titles.

“Mom…” Y/n shied away from embarrassment. Leia knew that her daughter got embarrassed when her titles were used. Especially by her family or friends.

“You are both. Be proud of that. Of those titles.” Leia reminded her with a knowing look.

“I am. I’ll try to show it more. So what did you need me here for?” It’s not that Y/n wasn’t proud of them she just didn’t like all of the attention on her.

“I have a mission for you.” she said as she kept adjusting some backup plans on the holopad.

“Really?” Y/n asked surprised. After her last mission caused her to end up in the med bay for 2 weeks she thought it’d be a while before she sent her out again.

“Yes. It’s a mission only you can do. Due to your credentials.” her mother explained the rest of the mission details to her. It seemed like it should be an easy in n out mission. Wouldn’t take that long either.

“You’ll need a pilot.” Leia told her with knowing eyes.

“Is it my choice? The pilot I mean.” Y/n asked trying not to give away how excited she is that she might get to take Poe with her.

“Yes. Even though I already have a feeling who your gonna choose.” She gave Y/n a mischievous smile. She would’ve done that same with Han back in their day.

Y/n laughed at her mom's look. “Oh, you know who I’m choosing, come on mom.”

“I figured.” Leia smiled laughing lightly along with her daughter. “You leave tomorrow morning. So go tell Poe and BB-8 and pack up.”

With that Y/n headed back to her room to pack and tell Poe about their new mission. While Leia got back into strategy conversations.

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As Poe and Y/n with the help of Chewie were loading everything that they’d need for the mission. Y/n had stopped for a second just standing at the bottom of the ramp of the ship. Poe noticed as he was coming down the ramp how tense Y/n was, and he knows what that usually means.

“You look happy and nervous. What’s wrong?” Poe asked concerned for Y/n. There wasn’t a reason for her to be nervous about the mission.

Y/n sighed, he could always read her like a book. “I’m happy for the mission, happier that you're coming. But I’m nervous for it as well.”

“Everything will be fine. I’ll be there to back you up. That is if you even need it. Okay?” he smiled teasing her trying to up her mood. Which worked since Y/n started smiling and let out a laugh. “Now let’s pack and get some sleep.”

Now that they were all ready to leave in the morning they could get some rest.

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“You got everything you need?” Leia came up asking the two just to make sure they weren’t forgetting anything.

“Yes General.”

“Yes, mom.” Poe and Y/n answered at the same time.

Leia smiled at the couple. They often spoke at the same time. And it amused Leia very much. “Poe, can we have a minute?” Leia asked politely folding her hands together in front of her.

“Yeah.” Poe gave a nod in understanding. Before heading back up the ramp Poe gave a kiss to Y/n’s temple muttering a ‘love you’ before leaving the mother and daughter alone to have a minute.

“What's wrong mom?” Y/n asked wondering why her mother wanted to speak alone.

“Your nervous.” Leia spoke softly.

Y/n furrowed her brows together. “How’d you-”

“You’re my daughter. I know you.” She stated. Leia always could tell how her daughter was feeling, if only she could’ve had that with her son. “You’ll do a great job. I have faith in you.”

Y/n smiled moving in to hug her mom. “Thank you, mom.”

“It's no problem. Now, you should get going on your journey.” Leia smiled hugging her daughter back.

Y/n pulled away from the hug with a smile. Turning to go join Poe on the ship.

“Y/n.” Leia called out before Y/n reached the top of the ramp. “May The Force Be With You.” she nodded towards her daughter.

“May The Force Be With You too.” Y/n nodded back as she stood at the top about to close the ramp. Ready to go on this new mission.

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No More Oder - Cal Kestis

Cal x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 365

Summary: Y/n being worried about her and Cal’s relationship since he’s so Jedi Order but he says there’s no order no rules.

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“Why are you pulling away from me?” Cal asked as soon as they were alone together on the Mantis. He had to ask it had been bugging him as of late. In the village shop and on their last mission Y/n seemed so distant. An Cal needed to know why. What had changed?

“Huh?” Y/n turned around with a confused look casted Cal’s way.

“Why are you distancing yourself from me- from us?” he questioned reaching out and grabbing ahold of her hand.

Y/n shook her head playing dumb. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

“Yes, you do.” Cal stated, he could tell in her body language she knew what he was talking about.

“Cal-”

“Please, just tell me. Why?” Cal pleaded with her, eyes wide with concern and hurt.

Y/n let out a sigh. “I’m just scared.”

Cal furrowed his brow. “Of what?”

“This.” Y/n answered pointing between the two of them with her free hand, and eyes watering. “Ending.”

“Why?” Cal was confused, he could understand being afraid of the Empire. Who wasn’t? But why would she be afraid of their relationship ending? Did he do something to make her think that? “Have I done things that would make you think this?”

Y/n shook her head at his question. “No, it's just. Your so- or at least you were so Jedi Order and that means no relationships. I just don’t want to be heartbroken if you go back to thinking that way.”

“y/n, the Jedi Order is gone- done, over. No order, no ruled. I love what we have and I wouldn’t end it for anything.” Cal pulled her into him in a tight embrace. Calming her enough to get her breathing back to normal. “You don’t need to worry. Y/n/n.”

“I love you.” Y/n smiled up at him with tear stains on her cheeks.

“I love you too. Next time please just talk to me.” Cal smiled at her hoping if she ever felt something like that again she’d talk to him so they could work it out.

Y/n nodded with a smile letting out a light laugh. “I will.”

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Missed Alot - Obi-Wan Kenobi

Obi-Wan x reader daughter

Warnings: none

Word count: 746

Summary: A long time ago when the order was still intact, Obi-Wan had a fling with that resulted in a baby. He was never there but now that the Orders gone and he’s free in a sense, why not go find her?

Authors Note: I swear I had someone in messages that wanted to be tagged in all Obi-Wan stuff when I did post some but I went through every single conversation I have and I could not find you so I’m sorry! I believe this is my first Obi-Wan Imagines so I hope you all enjoy it!

Happy New Years Eve!

(Thought this was a good one that goes with new beginngs. Start of something new like a new year)

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(He's not necessarily as old as he is in the gif for this fiction cause this fiction is kinda like months after Revenge of the sith)

“What are you doing here?” Y/n grumbled not even turning to look at the man who’s presence she felt. She couldn’t believe he was showing up here. After everything, it was a bold move.

“I came to see you.” Obi-Wan stated but he still felt unsure about what he was doing here. After all, he had a lot to make up for.

Y/n shook her head and scoffed, turning to face him. “Why? Why now?”

“y/n-”

“No. You haven’t been in my life before. So why now?” Y/n crossed her arms staring at him. Obi-Wan couldn’t get an exact read on her or her emotions. He decided to do it. But knowing it and actually having to face it are very different.

“I couldn’t before, not with the order and its rules.” It was a pathetic reason, he knew that. But it was true.

“So what? Now that Anakin turned against you and the Jedi are gone you want to be here? Or cause you can?” Y/n asked even though she could feel her heart clench at her own words. Afraid of knowing how true and right she might be.

“You know about Anakin’s turn?” Obi-Wan asked with a very deep confusion. How’d she know about Anakin's turn to the dark side?

“He’s visited me before.” Y/n was vague, giving a lift of her shoulders. Her father's padawan had visited her before, multiple times over the years. They met once, Anakin was in trouble and Y/n had happened to be there and saved him. Using the force to save him. “So? Tell me.”

Y/n still wanted an answer to why he was suddenly here and wanted to talk.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to be there but the order has rules. Rules not easily broken.” Obi-Wan explained with a sad sense of dasavue, having said the same thing to Anakin once.

Y/n shook her head in disbelief even though she wasn’t shocked that that was his answer. “You broke them easy enough to sleep with my mother and help create me.”

She had him there. No denying that. “Your right.”

“I know.” Y/n stated shifting on her feet not liking the situation that kinda felt like a stand off. But she wasn’t going to just back down and let him walk into her life he’d been there for all of it.

“I can’t take back never being there. But I did check up on your mother and you over the years.” He told her knowing it didn’t make up for never being there but hopped it gave her some idea that he really did care. That he wanted to be there for her but couldn’t.

“I know that to.” Y/n gave him a small smile which he returned but with questioning eyes. He never came up to them or talked to them. How could she of known? “I could sense you.”

“Sense me? You mean.” And then it dawned on Obi-Wan. She inherited the force from him.

“Yeah. I’m force sensitive.” Y/n finished for him. Completing his thought.

This intrigued the older Jedi, he had many questions. “Can you do things?”

Y/n nodded confidently before answering. “Yes. I taught myself how to use and control it.”

Y/n had taught herself all the ways to use the force. She had to do it all on her own, with no help. Y/n felt proud of herself for that. But Obi-Wan yeah he felt proud of her but he also felt bad that she had to go through all that alone.

“That's wonderful.” Obi-Wan smiled proudly at her. Even though he felt horrible that she went through all that alone but she did it on her own. That made him more proud than anything.

“Look if you want to try and make a relationship between us then we can try. But no promises, and no judging.” Y/n offered but also had to add the condition of ‘no judging’. She didn’t learn to use the force through Jedi ways and Y/n knew even if he wouldn’t say it, it might bother him that she doesn’t use the force ‘in a Jedi way’. She doesn’t use it for bad either but the Jedi were strict on that kind of stuff.

“I’d like that very much.” Obi-Wan smiled he could do that if it meant finally getting to have a relationship with his daughter.

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Grown Up - Poe Dameron

Poe Dameron x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 989

Summary: Han come’s back to find out his daughter is more of an adult than he thought.

Authors Note: I found this half written dialog under my bed on a scrap of paper and it had the original prompt for my story ( “oh kriff no!” - Han Solo ) and I realized after I wrote this that it felt familiar and thats because I already wrote it lol. So I changed it up some, gave it a new name, summary and ending.

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“General. You wanted to see us.” Poe said as him and Y/n entered the bridge holding hands.

“Yes.” Leia turned to face them with a smile. “We have some guests landing in a few hours and I’d like the two of you to greet them.”

“No problem.” Poe nodded, it sounded easy enough.

“Who are they mom?” Y/n asked wondering if they needed to impress the people coming or not.

“You’ll see.” Leia smiled secretly, she knew exactly who was coming and she wanted to keep it a surprise to her daughter.

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Later that day Poe and Y/n were heading to the hanger to greet their secret guests. Who must’ve gotten there early but the most shock of seeing their ship was which ship it ended up being.

“Daddy! Chewie!” Y/n yelled out in shock and excitement. She hadn’t seen them in years.

Chewiw roared out as he ran down the ramp and over to Y/n. Picking Y/n up tightly hugging her and he spun her in the air.

“Hey Fuzzball, let me hug my daughter will ya?” Han said from behind them.

“Hi Daddy.” Y/n laughed as Chewie put her down.

“Hey baby girl.” Han hugged her.

“How’ve you been?” Y/n asked once they pulled apart.

“Good. Good- you?” he nodded.

“Great.” Y/n smiled and looked back at Poe before introducing the two. “Oh dad, this is Poe Dameron.”

“Honor to meet you sir.” Poe stepped forward holding out his hand for a handshake.

“Liewise kid. We’ve heard of your reputation.” Han shook his hand after staring at him and his hand for a moment.

“Mom’s waiting for you in the command room.” Y/n spoke up sensing a tension building from her father.

“Roarrrr, Roaaar, Roooar.” Chewie pulled Y/n back into a hug.

Y/n laughed, hugging him back. “Yes Chewie, we’ll see each other later.”

“Bye Sweetheart.” Han said as he and Chewie headed off to find Leia.

“See you later dad.” Y/n waved at them as they left the hanger, her and Poe Left next to each other.

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“Han.” Leia greeted turning to focus her attention on him as he entered the bridge.

“Leia.” Han smiled at him.

“How are you?” Leia asked as they stood right across from each other.

“Good, been good. Busy.” Hand nodded looking around before focusing back on her. “You? How’ve you been? It’s been awhile.” He wondered about her and how she’s been.

“I’ve been good. Busy as well.” She answered.

“Yeah, yeah I can see that.”

“What’d you think of your welcome?” Leia smiled, knowing he enjoyed seeing his daughter after so long.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen her. Not since…” Han nodded with a remaining smile.

“She’s grown into a fine young woman.” Leia stated as they turned and started to walk, leaving the bridge behind them.

“How old is she now? 20’s?” Han guessed.

“Yes. She’s in her early 20’s.” Leia confirmed.

“Have I really been gone that long?” Han looked at her with sadness in his eyes.

“You have.” She missed his expression with a grimace.

“I’m sorry.” he apologized.

“You’ve missed a lot.” Leia skipped over the apology.

“I have.” Han knew he missed a lot and he wished he would’ve done things differently.

“What’d you think of Poe?” Leia asked changing the sorrow subject to a lighter one.

“The pilot with her?” Han wanted to confirm who they were talking about.

“That's the one.”

“Seems like a nice guy. Heard his reputation.” He tells her but he also didn’t understand why she wanted to talk about this Poe.

“He’s my best pilot.” she stated.

“Hmmmhmm, from the stories I’ve heard of him I would figure. He seems like a good guy.” Han shrugged.

“He is. You can even ask your daughter.” She smiled at her indendo she knew it’d get his attention.

“Y/n?” What did his daughter have to do with this?

“Hmmm Hmmm.” Leia hummed with a nod of her head.

“Why?” Now he was suspicious.

“They're together.” Leia tells him, expecting what comes next.

“What?!” Han yelled.

“Don’t act all surprised Han. Like you said you haven’t been here and she’s an adult now. They’ve been together for a while.” She explains to him, giving him a stern look in her eyes.

“He’s also reckless! I’ve heard that about him to.” He grumbled now trying to think of all the negative things he’s heard of the shaggy haired pilot.

“So were you.” Lei pointed out in defense of her best pilot and daughter's lover.

“That's not the point.” Han scoffed.

“It has to do with it. Yes.” Leia stated stopping so they’d turn to face each other. “You may not like it. But that’s because you're her father. You're a good father even if you haven’t been there in awhile. You care, and because you care Han no ones ever going to be good enough for your little girl in your eyes. But I assure you Poe is. He’d die for her.”

Han thought over her words, knowing she was right. “I still don’t like it.” 

“I don’t expect you to right away.” Leia smiled at him coming around.

“Maybe I’ll stay around for a while.” He really did miss Leia and Y/n but he also needed to keep an eye on this Poe guy.

“You're welcome to as long as you don’t try to sabotage their relationship.” Leia laughed already knowing what he might plan later. When he looked down with squinted eyes Leia got serious. “Han I mean it.”

“Fine.” Han groaned out giving into her wishes for him to play nice.

“I’ll be watching you.” Leia stated letting him know she won’t let him ruin their daughter's relationship. At all.

“Yeah, yeah.” Han mumbled as they looked to the hanger, seeing their daughter and Poe laughing and chasing each other around his X-Wing.

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Half in Half (1/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy.

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader

Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

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The first thing you see is his eyes.

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Half in Half (2/?)

Prompt: One half light, the other dark. Divided by your differences, your brother went from your other half to the man who killed your father. You once refused to lose hope, refused to let Ben go. With walls built around yourself, can Poe break them down?

Based off of: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy. Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader Other parts: Force Awakens: one - two - three - four - five Last Jedi: one - two

Notes: Happy New Year Everyone!! Here’s part two to Half in Half to kick off your new year!

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Turns out it wasn’t a Rathtar – it was the Guavian Death Gang.

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