𖥔 major plot spoilers for the mandalorian and grogu film!!
.𖥔 ݁ ˖✶ jedi! reader, fem!reader mentioned wearing dresses (and +1 bra joke), reader is able to run, no pronouns used for the reader. my goat zeb is in everyone's dms. do i have a part 2?? well, i have concepts of a part 2...
Pulled away for a tedious task, you leave your Mandalorian alone for a week. One. In these seven days, he has managed to anger the Hutts beyond belief and lose your son in the jungles of Nal Hutta. Safe to say you’re pissed.
You’ve been meaning to close out your accounts on Naboo for over a year now. You’re ready to tie off the loose ends you have left on the opulent planet as you shift the pieces of your life into your home on Nevarro, a home you share with Din. Despite the nagging need to attend to your chores, you don’t want to go.
At all.
No force in the galaxy can drag you out of Din’s arms in the soft mornings that rise above the lava flats. There’s no pulling you away from the pond where you splash Grogu with handfuls of water before the little booger chases after you with a frog in each hand. Each lazy afternoon, you finally get to fall asleep with your son tucked safe on your chest and your husband curled around your back. You’re not eager to go anywhere anytime soon.
Even now, years after the Darksaber, it’s not a rare occasion when you startle awake in the dead of night, disoriented and briefly fearing that Gideon had taken your little family too. You’re not quite ready to leave the house yet, for fear that you’ll return to an empty plot and the phantom outline of a home that you dreamt up.
Despite your reservations, it’s a cozy morning when you and Din are sorting through mail at the breakfast table, forcing you to reckon with just how shamefully large the pile of envelopes from Naboo has grown. Your Mandalorian places a bowl of sliced meilooruns at the center of the table as you sort spam letters from important records. Bills from a unit in Theed that you haven’t spent the night in for almost a year, endorsements from the newest senators, local newspapers irrelevant to your new home on Nevarro. You begin rubbing at your temples before even reaching for the letter opener.
“I’m sure it’s nothing impossible, cyare,” Din mumbles as he settles into his seat, rubbing a comforting hand across your back to squeeze your shoulder. “It’s tedious and annoying, but we’ve had easier runs with far worse.”
Scooting your chair impossibly closer to his, you lean forward to let your forehead thunk onto the table. Din’s forearm reaches out to soften the landing.
“It’s just paper work. I like our odds,” he adds.
“Still sucks ass,” you mumble into the grain of the wooden table. Terribly sleepy with your face buried into Din’s long sleeve, not a single syllable is intelligible.Grogu had been restless the night before, and if Din weren’t such a morning person, you wouldn’t be blinking back at the sunlight peaking through the blinds. You huff at the brightness. Still, Din brings a hand to the back of your neck and begins to massage the tender spots there.
“I know, cyare.”
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“Alright sweet boy, you remember what we talked about, right? It’s up to you to put your toys back into the bin when you take them out. Stay near your buir when you guys play outside, okay?” you smacked a kiss onto Grogu’s wrinkly forehead, jostling the hem of his robes until he erupted into a fit of sweet giggles.
Monotone announcements rang throughout the PA system in the spaceport, signaling the five minute window you have to wrap up your goodbyes. With hustling travellers weaving their away around your little family, you regretted the weight of the travel pack that you took from Din’s hand.
“Just keep being a good boy,” you stroked one of Grogu’s oversized ears, not quite ready to lean away from the baby nestled into the crook of your husband’s arm.
“I don’t think he’s ever been good for a day in his life,” came the dry response from your Mandalorian. Lovingly rolling your eyes, you stepped into Din’s side and smacked a kiss onto the hollowed cheek of his helmet. With a deep sigh, he tilts his helmet down and brings you into a keldabe kiss, touching his metal forehead to yours as his free hand pulls you closer by the small of your back. It’s a shocking amount of affection for Din to display in public, but you’re never one to complain, and rather you slip your eyes shut and lean further into his steady hold.
“One week and I’ll be back. That’s only seven sleeps. One bra change. It’s practically over already,” you ramble in an attempt to convince yourself to leave, your breath puffing over the beskar of your husband’s helmet. You and Din had agreed that while you close shop in Naboo, he and Grogu would run errands of their own as they address some tedious “independent” business on an Outer Rim base for the New Republic. Neither of you would be doing anything particularly exciting. Both of you were already eager to return to the snuggle puddles held on your couch. As much as you hated it, these chores had been put off for long enough, and brushing them off further would only make them more of a pain.
“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, cyare. We will be home to each other soon. Now get your ass on that transport before they yell for last call,” Din cradles your head and swipes a thumb across your cheek, tapping your chin to get you to hurry along.
“Alright tin can, I’m gone,” you seal another quick kiss to the edge of the helmet and swiftly steal Grogu for one last toss into the air, spinning him around before settling him back into his carrier.
You spin on your heel and head straight for the transport. You know you’ve got no backbone. If you look back, you’re not sure if you can fight the urge to stay for the two sets of brown eyes waiting for you on the platform. The transport lurches right as you find a handle bar to grip onto, and through a ripple in the force, you know Din is holding up one of Grogu’s hands to wave goodbye.
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Changing your address across planetary systems was the biggest pain in the ass you’ve ever had to deal with. Order 66 included.
Perched on a set of marble steps at the heart of Naboo’s capital, you snack on a skewer before making plans to catch the next transport home. Your view of Naboo’s graceful sights was a mercy after so much grueling paperwork. It had been years since you had visited your home world, and although you wouldn’t dream of hesitating to settle down with Din (on a glorified lava rock), you felt a distant guilt for abandoning the part of your identity that was Naboo. The loose, artistic fashion of the women strolling by was the kind you had worn in your first days while traveling with Din. Raising Grogu meant that you remained deeply in touch with memories of your Jedi upbringing, but life on the Razor Crest wasn’t exactly suitable for the intricate morning routines of unique makeup and tedious hairstyles that Naboo had engrained into you. Traveling with a (highly wanted, fugitive) bounty hunter would have only brought harm to your silken gowns, although you were happy to part with them in favor of joining clan mudhorn. Circumstance had brought you aboard the Crest, but trust and the blossoms of something more had kept you there. That was more than enough to keep you satisfied.
Briefly, you wondered if Din would like to see you in some of the lighter gowns of your home world. At the thought of your husband, you realized you hadn’t received an update in a hot minute. Fishing for the datapad in your tote bag, you opened your inbox.
Two missed calls from Zeb. Three unread messages. Shit. The damn datapad didn’t notify you. You opened the messages, hoping it was just more pictures of Grogu messing with the buttons of some dashboard.
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf) : “Ward’s got a new job for Mando. I’m flying. Estimate three days. Stay safe out there.”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Mando headed to Nal Hutta unsanctioned. Outside of New Republic jurisdiction, that’s for sure. Not worried. Just letting you know. Stay safe.”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Been a day. Haven’t heard from your Mando. You okay?”
NEW MESSAGE FROM Zeb (chill asf): “Mando off-grid. Unresponsive. What’s your move?”
The kebab skewer you held loosely between your fingers clattered to the marble flooring as you scrambled to gather your bearings. With your heartbeat skipping over itself and bile rising to sting the roof of your mouth, you held the back of your hand to your lips in a sorry attempt to hold hot, panicky tears at bay. What the hell were you going to do. He was fine, right? Din had to be fine, he always ended up fine no matter what situations you guys found yourselves in.
Except, of course, this time it wasn’t a situation you both were in. You were separated with entire planetary systems shoved between you two and no way of immediately knowing if your partner and your baby were okay.
No way in hell was this oversight on Din’s part. Din doesn’t just forget to comm in. Your husband isn’t sloppy. Din’s precision is his pride, down to the miniscule detail. Rising from your spot on the stairs, you typed out a response to Zeb with fumbling hands and a rising anger.
When the message is delivered, you discard the datapad and let it clatter to the ground. Your bag remains where it rests on the stairway.
You inhale two sharp, quick breaths. In this instant, on a planet that was once your home but now means so little compared to the Mandalorian and child you have claimed as family, you feel a tremble in the force. You become aware of Naboo’s damp breeze. An imbalance between the land and ocean of this planet. You catch the trail of a phantom scent – thickened jungles and blaster bolts. Beskar. Distress. Desperation. Grogu’s desperation. You hear a familiar whimper, and the force reveals to you a vision of your child with his hand raised, focused entirely on moving Din’s body into a crude mud shelter. A tomb.
You gasp and break into a swift sprint. Adrenaline carried you as your mind raced through the million possibilities of where your Mandalorian could be. You could feel the force singing in the corners of your senses are you wove between street intersections in search of transport. Your calved stung with the strain of suddenly hauling ass, and you couldn’t tell if your chest was caving from the exertion or the possibility of your Din being gone. Dashing through the coiling cobblestone streets of Nabo, your instincts awakened by the force mingled with your childhood muscle memory, delivering you to the nearest shipyard.
Eyes darting across the rows of parked aircraft in search of an easy steal, your hand subtly felt for the leather holster slung across your hips. Your lightsaber waited there patiently, seeming to hum in anticipation for the fight it would soon see. It had been a while since you’d needed to . . . borrow . . . a spacecraft, but you’d be damned if you waited for a transport to arrive on schedule before shipping you off to Nal Hutta.
You spotted a retired ship tucked near the far side of the hangar, just far enough out of sight to be inconvenient for any security droids to linger near. Sauntering around the ship, you acted as if you had entered the hangar out of sheer boredom by kicking an empty oil can across the ground. Ensuring no eyes were on you, you ducked into the hull of the ship.
Complete darkness engulfed the belly of the abandoned craft. Igniting your saber to illuminate the gut of the rotting ship, you were met with dusty wired and rusted floors.
Well shit. Whatever. If it could get you into hyperspace, it would do. You lifted the bandana around your neck to keep from breathing the stale air as you ventured deeper into the ship. You swept your surroundings for any squatters or security droids, rounding corners with precision in the way that Din had taught you. Your heart tugged at the thought of your Mandalorian, wherever the hell he may be.
You’d get him back. You’d get him home and smack him upside the helmet before you chew his ear off about his definition of “low stakes chores.”
Locating the cockpit, you fired up the engines with the flip of a few switches. Instinctively, you reached for the copilot’s chair to ensure Grogu was strapped in. The pang that struck your heart at his absence only fueled your determination to get them back. You had faced Gideon for your little family. You had seen what was left of the Empire, locked eyes with its brutal face, and still managed to settle down in a peaceful home. Sure, the nightmares you suffered were something serious. Dreaming of the darksaber in Gideon’s sick hands, dangerously close to Din’s throat, was never easy to come back from. Still, you’d gladly deal with the grief and panic, letting it melt away each night that Din shook you from your nightmares and held you until your breathing evened. You had fought so hard for this fragile future. There was no way you’d let a fuckass Hutt take it from you.
You knew the New Republic would tear you apart for what you were about to do. Whatever. You grit your teeth in preparation for the patrol wings that would surely be on your ass as soon as they detected your uncharted flight. Giving yourself no more time to think it through, you tugged the controls to pull the stolen ship up and out of the hangar.
If Din were here, you’d glance to his stoic helmet for reassurance that you were doing the right thing. He would hate your plan. He’d beg you to stay on Naboo, where it was safe and you could escape if need be. He would assure you that the kid would be taken care of. Din is going to be so pissed if you threw a tantrum in front of the Hutts just to find him. He would tell you to let him handle it and that this was the way.
As much as you loved him and his creed, you found that you didn’t quite care about the way. He had insisted on taking Grogu on their “boring errand,” and proceeded to leave you worried sick over whether they were even alive.
The Hutts could go to hell. So could the New Republic. While you’re at it, the Naboo postal service system could go to hell, too. You were doing this your way.
A/N: I'M BACKKKKKKK. if i write one more mando fic before giving other characters attention, put me down. but for now, we have a hozier lyric for the title and a dream.
i've been instructed to write a john walker fic (😔) for the summer season. . . but mama just started watching the bad batch . . . computer put these guys in the most angsty & torturous situation possible . .
🤎A/N: I'm more than aware of the fact that technically Logan can't really get sick, but I think him with the Flu would be hilarious so yeah.
🤎First things first, rarely and I mean rarely ever gets sick, maybe a total of five times in his two-hundred years of living has he gotten sick and they were all when he was a kid. He wouldn't even know how to properly handle it, you couldn't even blame him since his regenerative healing should stop the flu from getting to him, right? Apperantly not, you'd hear him hacking louder than he typically did in the early morning, he looked a tad pale and he was sniffling. You almost wanted to laugh, the sight of your surly, big, and rugged boyfriend shuffling around trying to hide the fact that he felt like shit. It even went further from just him hiding his illness, it was almost like he was in a deep state of denial. It seemed like he couldn't fathom what was happening, he probably thought the adamantium poisoning finally caught up with him.
🤎Expanding on the fact that he simply wouldn't accept the idea of him being sick... he would not take your personal space into account. Not only does he have an old-timey backwoods janky 1800s idea of medical practices, but he's also in denial. You'd be making him ginger tea, and suddenly you'd feel his strong arms wrap around your waist from behind. "Logan, get away you're gonna make me sick," You lightly pushed him away. "I'm not sick, just in a bit of a funk," He shook his head now standing at your side, way too close for comfort. He'd even go as far to try to convince you to lay beside him under the soft blanket you had given him to marinate his sickness in. You even came up with the brilliant idea of sticking him in quarantine in one of the air sealed rooms within Hanks lab to get him off of you.
🤎He'd refuse to go to the doctor, in general the man hates going to the hospital. He just doesn't see the point of him seeking medical attention, even just for a check up, acorrding to him two-hundred years of life experince was th equivenelt to doctorate in medical studies. Along with that, he'd also refuse to take any medicine you attemepted to give him "Nothing my body can't take care of," He'd say refering to simply just regenerating his health. You'd sigh to yourself as you snuck in mucinex into his food, the same way you had to with your pet dog when you were younger. In one moment it appeared as though that you didn't crush a pill quite enough and he noticed almost instantly, causing him to start asking quesitons.
🤎It would piss you off to no end when you caught him smoking one of his beloved cigars, despite the fact he was loudly having a coughing fit not even fifth-teen minutes earlier. "Hey put that out," You scolded him, trying to swipe the cigar out of his hand, him quickly dodging your hand. He'd also drink while being sick since of course he's an alcoholic as we all know. He'd insist that back in his day alcohol was the peak remedy for illnesses that he apprently didn't have, what he'd ignore was you telling him that back in his day the moment someone didn't feel good they'd ship them off to live in a village with a bunch of other sick people, and that everyone was sucking on pucks of lead to cure whatever was bothering them.
🤎Although he wouldn't admit that he was sick, he does secretly enjoy you taking care of him. Watching you brew up a cup of tea you both know he wouldn't drink, or you gently asking him for whatever his heart desires. The fantasy quickly ending the moment you yelled at him when he asked to have a cigar and a strong bottle of liquor. The only thing that could be better than you taking care of him would be you snuggling up with him under the warm blanket he has been under the entire day.
🤎His cold had only lasted two days, since his immune system could fight off the sickness much quicker than most. The moment he began to feel better he'd try to play an "I told you so" card which you weren't going to fall for. You knew he was sick, he knew he was sick, in fact the entire X-Mansion knew the man was sick, and his quick recovery gave him the worst ego boost of all time. "I told you it was nothing," He shrugged giving you a smug smile.
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A/N: Just a quick little headcannons post I thought up tonight! 🤎
•.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
🖤Anakin Skywalker x jinn!reader
🖤enemies to lovers
part one: ☆🖤if you weren't mine i'd be jealous of your love🖤☆
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A/N: proofread but not the best.
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“Have you no decorum?” You scolded Anakin as the two of you entered the elevator. A meeting had just ended and Anakin decided it was his responsibility to make it clear to a flirtatious senator to not even think about getting close to you.
“You must’ve seen the way he was looking at you, as if you were something to be claimed” He shook his head avoiding eye contact with you, Anakin was more than aware of the fact that you couldn’t stand it when he got jealous.
“The way he looks at me doesn’t matter Anakin, you can’t just get all possessive like that and then try to pass it off as you reminding whomever about the Jedi code, the same Jedi code we’re currently breaking.” You stressed leaning against the wall of the elevator.
“Technically it’s not against the code to fall in love, a select amount of it is up for interpretation,” He shrugged finally meeting his eyes with yours.
“You’re right it’s not, possessive attachments are, and based off your behavior you can’t tell the difference between the two,” You said angrily, you weren’t exactly mad at him, more so frustrated. You loved Anakin, you really did, but his possessiveness could not go unnoticed by you and anyone else with eyes, if he kept it up it wouldn’t be long before people began to connect dots.
“I’m sorry, I truly am, I’m new to this… we’re both new to this and I am trying my best,” He moved closer to you resting his hands on your forearms. “I just- the way he was looking at you, I just couldn’t contain myself. He should know he can’t just look at you like your his,” He cupped your cheek, a borderline crazy look in his eyes.
“Anakin, just because we can’t display our love for each other doesn’t mean our love is any less precious or meaningful,” You leaned into his touch. “I am yours and you are mine, but we also must exist as individuals just as we had before, this” You continued
“Before this we hated each other, or at the very least pretended to, now that I’m with you and we’ve established our feelings for one another, the idea of hating you is outlandish,” He leaned closer, clearly suggesting some sort of physical reconciliation.
“It is exhausting, the pretending….you’re the only person I want to be with, you’re aware of that right?” You sighed, looking down slightly, then looking back up at Anakin, you could see the brief hesitation in his eyes.
“Yes, I know” He nodded clearly not completely convinced.
“Hey,” You whispered softly before placing your hands on his shoulders and planting a gentle yet passionate kiss on his lips. He almost instantly gave into the kiss, positioning his hands firmly on your lower hips. The kiss quickly grew passionate, to the point you were sure the both of you could barely breath.
"Wait, I think," You pulled away trying to save your integrity that could be lost the moment the elevator doors opened. Anakin on the other hand had no regard for such, he connected his lips back to yours pressing you against the elevator wall. His grip only grew tighter, you wanted to stop him, what the two of you were doing was reckless, and ill mannered, yet you couldn't bring yourself to stop the act. In fact you wanted to take it further, you began to undo the binding of Anakins Jedi robe, which caused his to freeze for a split second before going back to ravishing your mouth. While you and Anakins relationship only became more and more passionate by day the two of you haven't quite made it direcet intercourse, the fear of being caught stopping you most of the time.
Just as you were about to completly unravel his robe you heard the dreaded sound of a ding come from the elevator, the door quickly opening. The two of you scrambled away from each other attempting to look as presentable as possible, your heart dropped into your ass as you saw Obi-Wan stroll into the elevator, postioning himself between you and Anakin. You were sure Anakin felt as nervous has you did, while he tried to discreatly adjust himself in his pants, evidently failing.
"Hello master," Anakin said sounding slightly out of breath, before dropping his head, looking at the ground.
"Anakin...Y/N" Obi-Wan nodded in acknowledgement to the both of you. A sense of shame and guilt washed over you, as Obi-Wan looked at you with a subtle puzzled look before shifting his eyes towards Anakin who was doing everthing in his power to avoid eye contact with him. "I'm quite suprised the two of you managed to co-exist in the same elevator," Obi-Wan said in a slightly sarcastic tone, he was on to you and Anakin and you simply couldnt have that.
"Well, trust me I tried to avoid it," You folded your arms trying to make it seem like you an Anakin possibly were arguing before he had entered the elevator. Your sudden change in demor made Anakin finally look up and turn to you, he looked like you had just said the most preposterous thing he had ever heard. His terrible lack of a poker face nearly made you passout as you saw Obi-Wan look at Anakin with squinted eyes and then looked at you with he same puzzzled yet suspicious expression.
As the elevator slowly came to a hault the doors opened once again, in walked the same senator that couldn't contain himself from flirting with you. It took about two seconds for Anakins face to shift from baffled to pissed, like really pissed. Of couse much to your displeasure the senator decided to stand directly behind you, his eyes burning into the back of your head.
"Y/N Jinn was it?" the senator said placing a hand on your shoulder. You were sure Obi-Wan could sense the anger and jealously burning inside of Anakin.
"Yes," You smiled while keeping a dismissve tone in order to keep your boyfriend at bay.
"By chance are you related to Qui Gon Jinn?" He pressed squeezing himself between you and Obi-Wan.
"Yes, he was my older brother," You said quietly, you didnt talk about Qui Gon often, as proud as you were to be his younger sibling the reminder that he was gone ate away at you. Most people knew better than bring him up much around you, the only person you could really talk to about your brother was Obi-Wan after all he knew him best.
"Such a shame, what happened to him. I had actually met him a handful of times, a good man. They never did find Mauls body did they? Hm let's hope hes good for gone then huh?" He rambled on.
"I believe you should watch your words, senator. Darth Maul is dead, that is that," Anakin spat out, his hands clenched into fists. The idea of the man who killed your brother still being out there haunted you. Of course you trusted that Obi-Wan killed him just as everyone said he did, but you never truly thought about how Mauls body was never found, most of the time when a Sith or Jedi dies the body is retrieved to be burried or burned.
"Anakin, you will fix your tone and choice of words when addressing the senator." Obi-Wan said sternly, all while keeping an understanding look in his eyes. No one other than Obi-Wan knew how much Qui Gons death had effected you growing up. You were only nine years old when a then twenty-five year old Obi-Wan had to sit you down and explain to you that your dear brother was gone. That your guidance and primary guardian had been murdered by a Sith Lord during an intense battle. You were never quite the same after than day, you had even told Obi-Wan that you wished to be the one to take Mauls life when you were ten years old. Of course he told you not to say that or internalize thoughts of such a dark nature which only angered you further, who was he to tell you not to desire to avenge the person you loved the most. That night you pined on what Obi-Wan had told you, deeply trying to understand why the desire to seek revenge for your brother was bad. That was the same night you saw your brother again, he came to you, very directly. You had heard tales of force ghosts but you never thought you'd actually see one. Your brother seemed so at peace with his fate despite the brutality of it, he told you there was no use of polluting your mind with thoughts of revenge and murder all in the name of anger, especially since there was nothing you could do about, Maul was dead, Obi-Wan was safe, and Qui Gon would always be there to watch over you.
"Sentor, I assure you Darth Maul is dead, there is nothing to be concerned about," Obi-Wan adressed the sentor, although he said this while looking directly into you eyes, in a way assuring you that Maul was gone, for good.
"You're quite right, General Kenobi, after all you were the one who slayed the sick fool," the senator laughed. "Y/N surely you do not take offense to my curiosity about your brother, or frankly my curiosity about you, you're a quite beautiful young lady just look at you," He looked you up and down, you could tell his "concern" about you being offended wasn't genuine, more so just to seem considerate. Anakin looked as if he was about to explode, or ignite his lightsaber and begin to swing away.
"She's not a lady, she's a Jedi and I'm sure you couldn't offend her if you tried," Anakin interjected failing to mask the anger in his voice. A grimace grew on Obi-Wans face over the sentors awkward flirting and over Anakins poorly hidden possessiveness.
"It's fine, I've learned to be with at peace with the loss of my brother," You mumbled quietly. You felt and intense sense of relief when you heard the elevator ding allowing the four of you to exit the small box. Before Anakin could follow behind you Obi-Wan quickly dragged him into a corner, needing to discuss his recent behavior.
"Anakin you cannot just simply speak to government officials anyway you want just because you can't control your possessive impulses," Obi-Wan shook his head in disbelief.
"Possessive? I'm not sure what you mean by that Master, I simply wanted him to stop ranting about the death of Qui Gon in front of his little sister," Anakin reasoned, only telling the partial truth.
"You have been acting out much before Qui Gon was brought into the conversation, I was under the impression I got through to you when we had a similar discussion to this back on Hoth," Obi-Wan stressed.
"What does this have to do with Hoth," Anakin played dumb, forgetting his master knew better. Obi-Wan stared at him, a blank expression on his face, he almost looked deflated. Probably due to the fact that his former student thought that he was blind as a bat. Obi-Wan was more than aware of Anakins feelings for you and only partially aware of the fact that you reciprocated Anakins feelings for you, you always were a tad harder for him to read.
"Anakin, I do not approve of the behavior you exibit whenever someone enjoys Y/Ns company more than you'd like them to," Obi-Wan said very directly hoping to get through to Anakin this time. But upon closer inspection he realized Anakin wasn't actually looking him in the eyes, instead Anakins gaze went past Obi-Wans shoulder and directly to where you were standing currently being held verbally hostage by the same senetor that wouldn’t shut up about your dead brother. "Anakin, are you listening to me?" Obi-Wan shifted his stance blocking Anakins veiw of you.
"Of course I am master," He groaned, running a hand through his hair. Anakin struggled to avert his eyes from where you were, he hated it, he hated seeing you fake smile and nod at the man you previously brought up the most traumatizing event of your childhood as if it were the plot to a book. You never fake laughed at his jokes, you either kept a striaght face or you broke out in laughter clutching your stomach with your hands while you stuggles to breath. That was one of his favorite sights to see when it was just the two of you.
Anakins trance was quickly broken when he saw the senator cup your cheek giving it lights stroke. He could see the discomfort on your face, as you tried to respectfully pull away from the senators touch. Without even thinking Anakin began to walked over towards you clearly fuming. Obi-Wan firmly grabbed his by the shoulder making an attempt to stop him before Anakin shook his hand off of him. The look in Anakins eyes was a forgien sight to you, you had seen him upset before but not this upset.
"Excuse me for one moment senator," You smiled, beginning to head over the hallway fully intending for Anakin to follow right behind you. Luckily he understood what you were doing, as he followed behind you. The moment the two of you were alone you grabbed onto Anakin forcing him to look you in the eyes. "You need to calm down," You shook your head. "This relationship, if you can call it one is going down a road I refuse to participate in," You huffed.
"I just, I don't like the way he was speaking to you," Anakin muttered
"I was handling it Ani," You tightened your grip on his arms shaking him back a forth a bit. "I'm beginning to get exhausted from having conversations like this,"
"He shouldn't speak to you that way," He deadpanned. "I remember... I remember the state you were in after Qui Gon died. It was the first time we ever met, you were so quiet, and then you were angry and hostile. I swore you hated me, hated everyone for that matter." He whispered taking a step closer to you. "At the time I couldn't understand why you hated me, I wanted to be your friend, we were the same age after-all, but you turned me away, so many times. Eventually I stopped caring... if you were to hate me, I was to hate you. But now, that you've given me your affection, and attention, I cant go without it and seeing someone else receive it provokes a side of me I can't seem to control." He softly ranted, slowly closing the gap between the two of you. You were more than aware of how irrational he sounded, it was a slightly unnerving to hear him express this verbally. Maybe it was his evident dedication to you, or his desire to defend you that was enough to make you look past the obvious warning signs.
"I will work on it, controlling my emotions that is, I'll do it for us," He promised before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You opened your mouth to respond be before you could even get a word out you heard Obi-Wans voice.
"The two of you do understand how inappropriate this is, correct," He scoled both of you, causing Anakin to take a couple steps away from you.
"This is not what it appears to be," Anakin stuttered.
"Oh? Then would you care to explain what this is?" Obi-Wan motioned between you and Anakin.
"You see, Y/N had began to feel emotional after discussing her brother, I was simply comforting her," Anakin said unconvincingly although he wasn't completely lying.
"He tells the truth Obi-Wan, you and I both know I don't particularly care for speaking about Qui Gon, especially with strangers," You faked a sorrowful voice. You could tell Obi-Wan wasn't totally buying you and Anakins act. With good reason, why would two people who don't like each other be comfoting one another.
"You both need to engange in the paratice of self control." He shook his head looking at you and Anakin in disappointment before turing the oppiste direction and walking away.
"Will do!" You called out enthusiastically, with a teasing tone. Anakin turned to you with a slight bewildered look, before you leaned in placing a kiss on his lips, not even checking to see if the coast as clear.
"Anakin!" Obi-Wan called out from down the hall, thankfully what you were currently doing was out of sight from him. You sighed as he pulled away from you leaving to follow Obi-Wans voice.
"Wait, one more for the road," You quietly laughed pulling him back towards you for one more kiss.
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A/N: Part two as requested lmk if there shoudl be a part three! sorry it's shorter than part one!!!
☆🖤if you weren't mine i'd be jealous of your love🖤☆
🖤Anakin Skywalker x Jinn!reader
🖤enemies to lovers
🖤part two: •.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
AN: tbh not proof read feel free to point out any errors!!!
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"Its quite the mission for the three of you it won't be easy," Master Mace Windu explained taking a seat in front of you.
"I'm sorry Master I don't mean to interrupt, but what exactly do you mean "three"?" you wrinkled your eyebrows briefly scanning the meeting room to see if there was anyone else other than you and Master Windu.
"That's right, three, You, Master Kenobi, and of course Master Skywalker" Not even intentionally you let out a soft groan the moment you heard the last syllable of the name "Skywalker" leave his mouth. While you have always liked maybe even loved Obi-Wan, due to the fact he was your older brother, Qui Gon Jinns Padawan all those years ago. On the other hand his own former Padawan, Anakin seemed to be your own personal headache. He was irritating beyond reason, he was reckless, impatient, and careless all things you weren't.
"With all due respect Master," You began before Windu quickly cut you off.
"Yes I'm aware of the hostility between you and Master Skywalker, but I expect you, a young promising Jedi master to put your differences aside with Master Skywalker," Master Windu said sternly, making you regret the protest your were about to voice. You wondered why the hell he wasn't saying this to Anakin considering he's the more stubborn one between the both of you. "And I've already discussed this Master Skywalker, since you were so concerned about him not having this knowledge as well," He said opening the door, a silent signal for you to leave the room. You opened your mouth, not sure what to say before quickly shutting it, giving Master Windu a quick nod, and making a quick exit with the mission files in your hand.
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At your lunch hour you sat peacefully by yourself in the hectic mess hall to enjoy your meal and go over your mission files. You were a bit disappointed to learn that the mission would take place on the planet Hoth, an icy, cold, barren wasteland. You never exactly had the best tolerance for the cold, especially the dry, rough cold that was found on Hoth. The mission would be stressful, not just because of Anakin but also due to the people you'd have to deal with. Apparently, some nobody bounty hunter clan had somehow gotten his hands on the Prince of Hynestia Prime and has been keeping him in an abandoned ship that had been crash-landed decades ago. The mission was lacking a great amount of information, you knew you would have to mentally prepare yourself to insure no stone remained unturned on the site. Right as you were about to open your journals to jot down any possible game plans you could sense Obi-Wan sit down across from you.
"Obi-Wan," You said nonchalantly, not even looking up from the files. Obi-Wan had known you since you were born, at that point he had been your older brothers Padawan for around three years. After your brother passed Obi-Wan became sort of an older brother to you, despite not being the one to train you into being a Jedi Knight.
"I want to speak to you about the mission, and that our priority will the princes safety," He began. "Not causing any sort of, commotion with your team," You hated when he talked to you as if you were a child still, you knew exactly what he was implying, that you would cause some sort of argument with Anakin and mess up the mission.
"Why don't you tell this to him? He's the argumentative one, he's the one who still needs you to baby sit him on every mission," You scoffed stabbing your fork into your meal. You could hear Obi-Wan let out a long exhale causing you to look up. He moved his fingers onto his face, pinching the top of his nose.
"Well then you'd be happy to know that Master Windu and have I already sat down with Anakin and discussed this very matter with him," He reasoned.
"And what'd he say," You raised an eyebrow, already knowing Anakin must have been less susceptible to the topic.
"He said that he'd cooperate with you only if you don't attempt to dictate the mission, his words not mine," Obi-Wan shook his head. Of course, leave it to Anakin to make an unnecessary jab at you just to seem right.
"Well then tell him to attempt to form at least one coherent thought before getting us killed tomorrow, my words not yours" You rolled your eyes getting up from the table, will all your belongings in hand.
"I am not going to play messenger for the two of you, Y/N," Obi-Wan shook his head getting up for the table as well.
"I know, I know," You said giving him a soft smile before exiting the mess hall.
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The morning of the mission, you decided to make your way to the ship around an hour early to get yourself situated, unfortunately for you the ship wasn't empty. The moment you stepped on the ramp you could sense Anakin and you were sure he could sense you, he was already set up in the pilots seat, the exact spot you planned on sitting in.
"You're late" He said looking over his shoulder watching you walk up the ramp and towards to cockpit.
"I'm early actually," You said taking out your mission plan spread sheet.
"Early is on time on time is late" He saids smugly rotating the chair to face you.
"We literally are both early so either way I’m not late," You rolled your eyes, over his lack of logic. "And if I'm late then your dear baby-sitter is very late," You scoffed taking a seat next to him.
"I don't have a baby-sitter," It sounded like he was trying to convince himself that you weren't right. But he knew deep down there was a reason he never got to go on mission without Obi-Wan or why he wasn't able to have a Padawan of his own quite yet. "You don't even had a Padawan yet," He said defensively, side eyeing you.
"You're right I don't have one , because I'm not a babysitter," You laughed knowing you were managing to get under Anakins skin. "Speaking of babysitters," You beamed, seeing Obi-Wan entering the ship.
"Have the two of you started already?" Obi-Wan groaned feeling the tension between you and Anakin in the ship.
"No, no we're getting along just fine, promise," You clarified giving Anakin a half sarcastic and half genuine smile. You and Anakins disdain for each other wasn't exactly the most reasonable thing. Not only did the two of you feel like you had to compete with each other due to the fact you were the same age but also that you guys were totally different styles. Anakin was more spontaneous, or as you saw rash, and erratic, while you were more strategic, or as Anakin saw you as pushy, and apprehensive. Yet you'd never tell each other the fact that you both still held each other in a high regard and could acknowledge the fact that you were both good at your jobs despite you’re differences.
Obi-wan walked between the two of you, setting the ships course to Hoth. He gently signaled for Anakin to move to another seat, much to your surprise he didn't put up any sort of protest as he gave up the seat to his master. He made a not so subtle glance towards you, while moving to the center console, clearly daring you to make a comment on Obi-Wan not letting him be the missions pilot. You debated in your whether you should tease him on the subject, but decided against it when you felt Anakins gaze burning into the side of your face.
"....Can I help you with something?" You raised an eyebrow slowly turning your head to face him, he quickly looked away, poorly trying to play off the fact that he was staring at you. Clearly he was trying to figure out some way to get you out of the co-pilot seat via the force, but for some reason it didn't seem to be working this time. Now you were curious, what the hell kind of stunt was he trying to pull? With you being lost in thought you caught yourself briefly staring at Anakin, just the way he was looking at you. It only took a couple seconds of you gazing at him for his eyes to meet yours, you could see his jaw clench right before you rolled your eyes and looked away. You could feel that his gaze didn't leave you after you had looked away, but this time the stare didn't feel judgmental, it felt more like he was studying you like he was trying to figure out a puzzle.
"Well I hope the two of you are prepared, this mission won't be easy," Obi-Wan began, causing Anakin to tear his gaze away from you. "From my understanding there's not many guards outside the base, the but inside is riddled with droids, so you must keep a sharp eye out," He continued while starting up the ship.
"Of course Master, vigilance will be our priority," Anakin nodded glancing at you waiting for you to make a gesture of agreement, causing you to give a reluctant "mhmm".
"Well since that's all sorted out I sketched out a pretty good plan to get in and get out as fast as possible," You nodded over to the spread sheet you had left on the small table in the ship. You could hear Anakin let out a quiet groan at the fact that you wanted to go into a mission with a well thought out plan.
"Surely you don't think that's completely necessary right?" He questioned in a condescending tone, the smugness in his face lit up a fire in the pit of your stomach. The anger it caused you was not the Jedi way, which is exactly why you had to bite your tongue in order to stop you from seriously giving him a verbal lashing.
"I'll take a look at it," Obi-Wan spoke up giving you a soft smile, "You will too" He turned to Anakin, a scowl on his face. You could see the defeat take over Anakins face, he looked at you with a faint sheepish expression on his face. You could see his eyes scan your face, resting his vision on the lower have of your head, before forcing himself to get up and look at your spread sheet.
"We should probably set up a recovery kit for the prince right? I mean we don't exactly know what kind of state he might be in when we rescue him," You suggested, you weren't exactly the most familiar with the people of Hynestia Prime, but you did know that it was a tundra planet so the bitter coldness of Hoth shouldn't be effecting the prince to harshly.
"That sounds like a good idea, everything you'll need is in MedBay next to storage unit three, Anakin assist her with such," Obi-Wan said begging to guide the ship toward the atmosphere of Coruscant. Anakin gave a sharp look at his Obi-Wan before strarting the short walk to the medical unit with you following closely behind. When the two of you made it inside the room, Anakin began to grab just anything that was within arms reach.
"Why would he need a cold pack if he's currently being held on a barren ice planet, if anything he's gonna need a heat pack," You shrugged putting the cold pack back from where Anakin grabbed it.
"You're being impossible to deal with and you don't even want to be around me, I don't even know why I'm helping you, this was your idea," Anakin sighed shoving the things he grabbed back onto the shelves they were found.
"It's not that I don't want to be around you, you just make it hard to want to be around, but I'm trying my best at least," You mumbled, beginning to grab the items you would actually need. "And for the record you're helping me because your baby-sitter is making you, or maybe you don't hate being around me either," You shrugged.
"It's because of Obi-Wan," He deadpanned quickly making his way out the MedBay with the items you picked out in his arms. Although he left abruptly you could smell the his scent still lingering in the room, he smelt of ash, leather, and amber an intoxicating combination, despite who it came from. You began to trail behind Anakin picking up some gauze he dropped on his way to set the medical supplies down, before the ship suddenly began to shake. It wasn't the average turbulence that three of you were used to, this was much more severe.
"There's an asteroid field, completely uncharted our sensors didn't even pick it up till now," Obi-Wan yelled from the cockpit, while maneuvering the ship around the cluster of asteroids. Some of the asteroids were the size of moons, flying past the ship nearly hitting it. You made an attempt at planting your feet into the ground to avoid falling over, but one particular asteroid came flying towards the ship causing Obi-Wan to roughly swing the controls in the opposite direction, almost turning the ship on its side. Your ankles gave out making you stumble across the hall, nearly sending you to the ground before you felt your body being hoisted up by a tight grip on your waist which slightly lifted up your robe. His scent alone already let you know it was Anakin holding on to you like his life depended on it. Your back was firmly pressed up against his chest, that you could feel was slowly rising and falling. His grip around you was almost painful and had a cold sensation against your skin due to his metal hand, but you couldn't bring yourself to protest against it after the ship shifted greatly again. The two of you stayed in the position watching Obi-Wan successfully guide the ship out of the asteroid field, giving you all a sense of release. You could feel Anakins grip on your waist begin to relax, yet to remove either of his hands from your body, in fact you swore you could almost feel his gloved thumb softy rub up and down on your bare skin. You almost allowed yourself relax into his touch, and take in his scent before really realizing who you were leaning up against and who had their hands protectively wrapped around you.
You drew your elbow out slightly, preparing to elbow him in the stomach, but before you could jam it towards him, one of his hands left your waist and stopped the motion of your arm. You turned you head up to him giving him a look of disgust that quickly faltered once you saw the disappointed look in his eyes, like a porg that's been kicked too many time. But those expressions didn't work on you, or at least that's what you'd like to think. You tore yourself from his hold adjusting your robe to cover your midriff from staying exposed, you figured it would be best to disregard the semi intimate exchange you just had with Anakin.
"Obi-Wan, how long will it be till we get to Hoth?" You asked taking a seat next him.
"Once we make the jump to light-speed it will be just a moment," He replied pushing the gear to send the ship into an incredible speed, bright stripes flooding your vision. And just like that you could see the beaming white planet before you, you marveled at the site until you noticed a black gloved hand appear next to yours his scent once again flooding your space. He was basically hovering over you, his body leaning over yours as if there was no where else he could sit or stand the feeling of his body looming over yours, making you feel warm.
"Do you mind?" You chided glaring up at him, waiting for him to move out of your space.
"No, not at all really," He assured, with a smug look on his face.
"Well, I'm going to go over the plan one more time before we land," You stood up, the top of your head bumping Anakins chin causing him to let out a subtle groan, probably making him bite his tongue. As you began reading your game plan Anakin took your old seat next to Obi-Wan.
"I'm not exactly sure what you have going on but I suggest you quit trying to agitate her," Obi-Wan advised giving Anakin a side eye.
"How do you know she's the not the one to agitate me, she just bumped into me on purpose," He shook his head at the accurate assumption that Obi-Wan had.
"She bumped into you because you were over her Anakin, I don't need you bothering her when were about to go into a mission," Obi-Wan breathed out, while angling the ship down towards the planet.
"You've always favored her master," Anakin said softly attempting to play the pity card.
"As do you, compared to everyone else at the very least," Obi-Wan responded ominously.
"Im not sure what you mean by that," Anakin played dumb, Obi-Wan wasn't clueless, he noticed when Anakin would look at you when he thought no one was looking, and he noticed when you stood closer than normal to Anakin whenever you got the chance to despite the fact you were both too deluded to notice yourselves.
"Brace yourselves for landing," Obi-Wan said loudly, settling the ship in a secluded area.
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As the three of you managed to sneak into the large abandoned ship, it was suspiciously empty, no droids, no soldiers, not even a sound was in the ship.
"Where do you think they could be keeping the Prince," You whispered looking over at Obi-Wan.
"This is an older storage vessel, not the most secure way to keep a prisoner, yet there are many rooms he could be in," He looked around "Here take this, it show you heat sources near you, use it to find the prince," Obi-Wan said quickly handing you a small device that looked similar to a GPS. "I'm sure there are soldiers tucked away around here, Anakin and I will deal with them, you go find the prince" Obi wan instructed. You nodded, powering on the device and quietly scampered down the hall beginning your search for the prince.
After going through several empty storage bunkers and taking down several, droids and soldiers you final found the Prince. His arms and legs bound together with rope, and his eye covered with a line of cloth. Other than his body being restricted he didn't seem to be in bad shape other than a couple cuts and bruises. The sound of your entering the room clearly set him into a panic, as you watched him try to wiggle away from you as much as he could without using his arms or legs.
"Hey, hey it's ok I'm Y/N Y/LN I'm a Jedi, I've been sent to rescue you," You said softly putting your arm on his shoulder. It took him a moment to fully relax and allow you to remove the bindings on his body. It almost left you speechless as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "What's your name," You asked gently trying to bring down any concern that might be harboring underneath his face.
"Thane, my name is Thane" He whispered leaning closer to pulling you into a hug. It felt quite awkward embracing a stranger in such a way but you knew it was no time to deny comfort.
"Ok Prince Thane, let's get you out of here," You smiled rubbing his back tenderly. Just as you were about to help him up you hear the metal door slide open behind you, you could sense it was Obi-Wan but of course Thane couldn't which caused him to cower into your arms.
"He seems fine just a couple of scratches is all," You told Obi-Wan who was about to offer the prince a hand up. "It's ok he's a friend of mine," You assured Thane who trusted your word and took Obi-Was hand all while staying with you. You, Thane, and Obi-Wan could hear the sound of a lightsaber swinging close by, which caused him to go back into your arms, you were basically cradling him at this point stroking his back for comfort. Until Anakin entered the room, calm and collected despite clearly having just fought off either soldiers or droids with weapons. His face changed from confident, to confused and somewhat displeased when his gaze fell upon the sight of you holding Thane.
"Don't worry, just another friend of mine" You sighed looking over at Anakin. "He seems pretty shaken up we should get out of here," You told Obi-Wan who was currently looking down the hall.
"Indeed we should, Y/N, Anakin, escort the prince out the west wing it the safest passage, I will meet you there with the ship," He stated before giving you both a nod and making his way down the east wing where the ship was parked.
"Ok Thane, we have to go now, so I need you to let me go, ok?" You tried to ask as gently as possible, not wanting to make him feel like a burden. A whimper escaped the prince's mouth, seemingly over the fact that he had to let you go. You could hear Anakin scoff at the prince's neediness, which made you shoot daggers at him with your eyes.
Eventually after two more minutes of coaxing him the prince finally let you go allowing you and Anakin to begin to escort him to the west wing. The trip was going well until you ran into a small group of droids, you tried to draw your lightsaber but was quickly stopped by Thane once again tightly wrapping himself around you, leaving Anakin to fend for the group by himself. Luckily due to Anakins great skill it was no struggle to take out a couple of droids, but it did piss him off to see hoe the prince wouldn't stop clinging onto you.
"I understand being scared, but you can't just wrap yourself around her whenever something happens," He rolled his eyes as he retracted his saber. He didn't just sound irritated, there was something else to his demeanor that displayed obvious discomfort. The way he'd glare, not at you, but at the prince whenever he'd cling onto you or call your name for comfort.
Thankfully when you made it to the exist of the west wing Obi-Wan already there with the ship.
"What took you so long," He scolded looking towards Anakin for an answer,
"We ran into so droids, and your Royale highness here, just had to grab onto to Y/N," Anakin retorted stomping onto the ship. You could see the confusion on Obi-Wan face after Anakin has entered the ship, he looked toward you for some kind of explanation that you yourself did not have, all you could do was shrug in response and help Thane into the ship.
"Here I have some stuff you patch you up," You smiled gesturing for him to sit down by the table with medical supply on it. Without you even asking Thane slipped his shirt off exposing possibly the galaxys smallest cut on his chest. All you could so was give him a soft smile as his eyes darted down to his chest and back at you, clearing wanting ou to give it some sort of assistant although it would clearly heal on its own in about two days.
You dabbed some alcohol on a cotton pad and gently dabbed it on his cut, causing him to make an over-dramatic wince. You could see in the corner of your eye that Anakin was glaring at him hard, not making any sort of effort to hide his unreasonable disdain for the prince.
"You should be good as new within the next two days." You said tossing the cotton ball into the small trash can next to you.
"You don't need to examine the rest of me for anything?" He prodded, giving you a look that made you cringe inside.
"Uh, no, you should be fine," You stated, turning away from the prince and towards Anakin and Obi-Wan.
"So exactly how far away are we from Hynestia Prime?' You sat down next to Anakin, breaking his stare of hatred towards the prince.
"Not very long, but I suggest one of you remain keeping the prince company, he doesn't seem to be in the right headspace," Obi-Wan suggested, looking between both you and Anakin.
"Well, Y/N he seems to have taken a liking to you, so..." Anakin said bitterly looking at you as if you've wronged him.
"What's your problem?" You grimaced, looking at the clearly agitated look on his face, of course you were familiar with the dynamic between the two of you, but this seemed different from your usual bickering.
"Do you ever ask yourself that I might be upset or- actually, never mind, it doesn't even matter," He stood up, storming down the corridor of the ship, leaving both you and Obi-Wan in shock and confusion.
"Y/N, start and launch the ship. I need to speak with Anakin," Obi-Wan said lowly, before getting up and going down the path Anakin had taken. No matter how many times you've seen Obi-Wan reprimand Anakin ever since he was a padawan, you were never able to get used to him being seriously upset, and acting on it at that.
Obi-Wan spotted Anakin sitting on the floor, his back against the wall of the ship, clearly there was something eating at him deep inside,
"Anakin, what has gotten into you?" He scowled, looking at his former student in disappointment.
"You saw the way he kept touching her right, clinging onto her like a scared child," Anakin shook his head getting more and more irritated by just restating what had happened.
"And why have you become so deeply concerned with how the prince behaves around Y/N?" Obi-Wan raised an eyebrow, he wasn't blind. He always had a sneaking suspicion that you and Anakin both had been harboring feelings for each other that you tried to hide and deny with fake hostility towards each other.
"She's a Jedi, attachments are strictly forbidden as one, and he needs to respect that." He seethed brushing his hair out of his face.
"And what attachment is she forming, Anakin? The prince had been kidnapped to be used as a pawn, it's not completely unreasonable for her to be willing to comfort him." Obi-Wan explained.
"He seems to want to form an attachment with her." Anakin said as he stood up.
"As a Jedi, I don't believe she will reciprocate such a thing," Obi-Wan put his hand on Anakins shoulder, giving him a stern but reassuring look. The two of them began to walk back to the cockpit, as Obi-Wan thought to himself to rekindle this conversation later, specifically on Anakins lack of emotional regulation.
You tried your best to give equal attention to piloting the ship and Thane, who was currently sitting next to you and badgering you with questions about yourself, before you heard Obi-Wan and Anakin approaching from behind you.
"Are you feeling ok?" You asked softly, turning around to face Anakin, who was currently avoiding eye contact with you.
"Only a tad bit better," Thane shrugged, believing the question was for him for whatever reason.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was asking Anakin," You said kindly, brushing Thane off.
Anakin looked at you with a blank face before, gesturing his head towards the MedBay, where the two of you had an exchange earlier. Typically, you would've told him to piss off, but without any hesitation, you stood up from your seat and began to walk towards the MedBay with him. Obi-Wan also stayed silent, quickly taking over the pilot's seat for you.
Once the two of you made it to the room, Anakin quickly closed the door behind you, giving you an intense look, to the point it was almost intimidating.
"Why are you looking at me like that," You sighed backing up a bit.
"Like what?" Anakin asked, with an almost manic look on his face.
"Like you're going to do something stupid," You grimaced. "I just wanna know what your deal is." You crossed your arms. The way he was looking at you was borderline overstimulating, giving you a rush of all sorts of emotions, spanning from concerned to relieved to confused.
"As a Jedi, I need to be able to control my emotions. When I'm around you, it becomes too difficult." He moved closer to you.
"Right, so you can't control your disdain for me? Did this really need to be a conversation?" You rolled your eyes. This didn't break him, though; he began to lean in, awkwardly and quite unnaturally, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. It was confusing and abrupt, it didn't even occur to you to hug him back. The hug didn't feel tender, it felt possessive, like you allowing him to hug you affirmed something for him inside. You finally brought yourself to hug him back, rubbing his back the way you did to Thane.
"Don't touch me back, if you don't truly mean it," Anakin mumbled into the crook of your neck.
"Just this once, ok?" You rested your head on his broad shoulder. Your breath hitched as he squeezed you tighter, "Anakin..." You began attempting to break the embrace.
"No, just... no one has to know," He raised his head, looking into your eyes.
"It's not that it's, if we don't stop now, I won't be able to just walk away, and you know its to be forbidden for us." You shook your head, taking another step back, pressing yourself against the wall of the MedBay.
"I'll let you go, and you can walk away, only if you can look me in the eyes and tell me that this is wrong, that us, you and I, should keep up the charade of hating each other," He confessed, unwrapping his arms from around you in order to hold your hands.
"If anyone were to find out"
"They won't"
You couldn't say no, was it the look in his eyes? Or was it the proclamation of love you subconsciously had been waiting for? You noticed his gaze drop to your lips, his expression desperate, eagerly waiting for the green light to take what he had been craving for years.
"Go ahead," You granted playfully, rolling your eyes, with out a second left to spare, he quickly rushed his lips to yours, fulfilling a much-needed release for the both of you.
Your foreheads rested on each other, both of you breathing heavily, as the realization of what had just happened sank in for both of you. Not only did you break the Jedi code but you also put both of your careers in major jeopardy.
"When we leave this room, if that prince touches you one more time-" Anakin shook his head
"Hey, relax, your jealously has been suffocating me ever since we made it off of Hoth," You smiled softly punching his shoulder.
"I am jealous, you are mine and I am yours, it'd kill me to see you end up with him," He stated oh so matter of factly.
"Right... well, we should probably head back before Obi-Wan starts getting suspicious," You suggested, making a conscious choice to ignore the red flags that Anakin just displayed.
"Why would he be suspicious?" Anakin looked at you, genuinely confused.
"He's not blind, Anakin, he can tell when you two people like each other, especially two people he's known since they were children," You explained, walking into the main hall of the ship. "So practice your poker face, you look like someone just won the lotter," You smiled before deadpanning you're face, with Anakin quickly copying.
"I'm hoping the two of you manage to resolve any conflict you had with each other," You could hear Obi-Wan say from the pilots seat before you and Anakin even came into his line of sight.
"Yeah, I guess," you shrugged nonchalantly, while keeping your eyes on Anakin, who kept his eyes on you.
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🖤part two: •.🖤to me, you're like a growing addiction that i can't deny🖤.•
the origin of mando saying “wizard”, aka, what happens when din gives you the aux cord.
sfw, gender neutral
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He’s not a taxi service.
He insists on this, with one hand on his hip and the other pointing straight between your eyes, while dragging you from your hiding spot. His grip on your forearm isn’t harsh enough to hurt, but you know you can’t wiggle your way out.
“How did you get in?” the Mandalorian drills and you release a full body sigh. You’d found yourself in a little situation back at the space port. A little predicament, you might say. A little tussle that needed a quick getaway, so you darted through the Coruscant spaceport and threw yourself into the belly of the first ship you saw. You planned to lay low and sneak out on the next stop, but apparently not much can get past this Mandalorian.
“I uh came in through there,” you lamely pointed at the hatch. His helmet followed your finger to the door and swiveled back, unimpressed. You’d successfully avoided his attention for two days before he’d glanced at the cargo container you tucked yourself behind. Now here you were, awkwardly trapped between the container and the tin man, ready to convince him to let you couch surf.
“It’s honestly a miracle that I hid for this long, thought I would’ve sneezed or something to give me away,” you attempted at a conversation.
Silence.
“You don’t talk much, do you?”
Silence.
“Okay, alright, that’s fine. I really am sorry about sneaking in. I’ll stay out of the way or organize to make up for it,” you offered. His silence was starting to creep you out, but he squeezed your arm tighter and dragged you to the latter in the center of the hold.
“I’m not a taxi. You’re getting off in Nevarro. Stay in the cockpit where I can see you,” his clipped tone left no room to argue.
That was fine with you. Just dandy, actually, a real chair sounds pretty nice right now. The steel walls of the hold were hell on your back. As the Mandalorian stalks through the sliding doors and settles in the pilot’s chair, you stop in your tracks. You’d seen space only a couple times in your life, but hyperspace? The watercolor of starlight streaked past the windshield like neon rain, taking the breath right from your ribs. The dull thrum of lightspeed resonated through the cockpit, buzzing through your bones like an amplified bass. Glancing at the Mandalorian, you gasped. Soft blues and lilacs streaked across his reflective armor, haloing him, strangely beautiful, like an iridescent statue.
“Sit and buckle in; the Crest likes to stall,” he gestured to the seat at his right, not caring for your slack jaw. Was he not aware of the universe revealing all it had to offer in front of your faces? You took the copilot’s chair, but leaned your elbows on your knees to shift closer to the glass.
“Wizard,” you mumbled, stunned by the beauty of hyperspace.
“Wizard?” The Mandalorian deadpanned. What a killjoy.
“Space. It’s wizard,” you rolled your eyes. His wet blanket aura got in the way of your whimsy.
The Mandalorian puffed out an exhale that was a little stronger than the rest. Was that how he laughed? Is he serious? Is this what you were working with?
Giving up on entertainment from the buckethead, you reached into your pack for your earplugs and music player. A little archaic, but that was part of the charm. Fixing the little cushion into your left ear, you clicked at your vintage player and leaned back into the co-pilot’s chair as the intro to your favorite song started up. Sure, you were half-captive to a metal man with no name, but as you melted into the music with the gorgeous view of hyperspace, your situation didn’t seem so bad. It was almost peaceful.
“What is that?” The Mandalorian pressed.
Nevermind.
“Music, good music. You want some?” you offered the other earbud to the bounty hunter. He tilted his helmet in a way you were starting to suspect was how he showed emotion. He lifted one finger to point at the edge of his helm as if to say the earbud won’t fit. Awkward silence fell upon the two of you as you figured out a way to share your music with him.
“It’s alright. I’m sure you hear plenty of it while flying this thing,” you gestured to the control panel, happy that he’s at least communicating with you.
“I don’t,” Mando flatly confessed and you raised an eyebrow in confusion.
“Music isn’t big in my culture. Unless it’s a war chant or a song for the kids, we don’t sing,” he continued. Briefly, you felt some sort of understanding for him. Robotic and sterile as he seemed, there was a person with a culture and an upbringing beneath the beskar.
“Plug it into here,” the Mandalorian pointed to an audio jack with an auxiliary cord cleanly coiled underneath, as if never used.
“I’d like to hear some,” he said softly. You caught something secret in his tone, as if he was asking for something he shouldn’t be having. Was his culture so strict that he never learned to enjoy music? You had a hard time imagining the Mandalorian dancing or humming under his breath. Your time as an accidental stowaway would’ve been less tense if you caught him tapping his fingers to a tune he can’t get out of his head. Only, he’s never been granted the mundane freedom of music. Fidgeting with the aux cord, a little nervous to show him your tastes, you were giddy to share this with him. Here is a warrior, who was absolutely ready to manhandle you off his ship minutes ago, gently asking you to share your favorite songs with him. His curiosity was endearing, no matter how nonchalant he tried to seem.
As the melody of the first track twanged through the cockpit, the Mandalorian leaned forward in his seat, as if chasing the song for more. His helmet tilted to face the glow of hyperspace, and you guessed he was feeling the wonder you experienced in seeing the stars up close. You slouched in your seat once more, half doubtful of how the hell you upgraded from stowaway to personal DJ, but also entranced by the mystery of the bounty hunter before you. How was he so intimidating when he found you, but so careful, almost bashful, when asking to share your music? Why were you so willing to give him more?
Snapping out of your stupor as the song crescendoed, you realized the Mandalorian’s visor was already pinned on you. A shiver ran through you under his intense gaze, and your wide eyes blinked at your reflection in his shimmering Beskar.
“This is a beautiful song. It suits you,” he murmured lowly. You felt a triumphant smile spread across your face, oddly proud that you were putting him onto good music.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg, shiny. Track six is gonna blow your mind,” you leaned an elbow on the console as he puffed out another breathy laugh.
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True to his word, the Mandalorian dropped you off at the first spaceport he docked in. Without complaining or looking back (except maybe a couple glances), you hightailed it from the bounty hunter’s ship. While you ended up with a soft spot for the tin can, you didn’t want to push his patience and overstay your welcome. Admittedly, you wished you had spoken with him more, asked about his culture, or asked him for stories about the galaxy. Hell, you hadn’t even gotten a name.
As you perched under the veranda of a small restaurant, you fished through your pack to ensure all your belongings stayed inside. Digging between a thin blanket and an extra pair of socks, your fingers brushed by a cool, metallic object you didn’t recognize. Pulling out the pocket-sized cylinder, you turned it over in your hands as you unraveled a note coiled around it. The silver trinket was a commlink, you figured, and the note read:
“Let me know when I can hear that song again. It was wizard.” - Din Djarin.
If steve’s heart stays in the past, he’ll miss the present. Thankfully, you like dancing down memory lane.
sfw, gender neutral
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You’re a little worried about Steve.
You’re not worried sick, he’s a grown man who can handle his own business, but you’re a little concerned.
You’d been hesitant about moving him in. Your apartment was comfortable and cozy with just enough space for that mountain of a man. You kept extra food stocked to account for his serum metabolism, a record player with some thrifted Billie Holiday vinyls, and you recorded all the movies on his catch-up list. It’s the perfect balance between nostalgic and new. Steve will be just fine.
Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if he was actually happy here. Steve was quick to put on a brave face and a winning smile, but you knew he would need more time to adjust. What could you do if he was secretly mourning the 1940’s? You suppose you could make a water pie and give him a dime to go see a moving picture. To dig a little deeper, what would you do if Steve chose to go back? With the technology he’s around at work, it’s a genuine possibility. Would he ask you to go with him? Would he even hesitate to go home?
You work through these questions as you grab a snack from the pantry to drop into your lunch bag. Today was a rare day off for Steve, but you still had to clock in. Glancing twice at the cabinet, you cringed as the only snacks left for your man were airhead bites and off brand Takis. The red-40 might just kill the man out of time, but maybe he’s up to try something new today.
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Steve blinks away sleep, expecting to wake up to the grit of old mufflers and the whistling of the paperboy. For a brief, sleepy moment, he’s back in Brooklyn and all knowledge of serums and sentient robots were a freakshow fever dream. These are the days Steve wants, more than anything, to run back. He sees pity in the eyes of people he passes in the halls, he hears the imminent “I bet it’s hard to adjust” before it’s spoken. He sees the new world, the great future that promised flying cars and healthcare, and doesn’t know what to do with the realization that not much has truly changed.
It’s these days that make Steve desperately want to run into his mother’s arms. Secretly, tucked so deep it hurts, Steve wants something of his own. He wants to hold a precious 5 cent butterscotch in his hand. He wants to bring home a little tin of Pomade. He wants to have a banana that doesn’t taste like shit. Steve wants the simple things he refuses to go back to.
“Refuses” to go back, not “can’t” go back, because he turned down the offer to use the Pym Particle machine.
Steve can return to the past, but no one will be waiting there for him.
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Steve peaks around the kitchen wall when he hears your keys jingle in the door. He’s kept himself busy with the movies you recorded and even tried some of the battery acid chips you left in the pantry. For as much as he appreciated his day off, Steve was ready to enjoy the one person that didn’t force him to choose between eras.
He leaned against the entryway as you babbled about your day. He fished your phone from your back pocket and struggled with the controls before you absentmindedly opened his Spotify playlist. He pulls you closer with an arm curled around your back, cradling the base of your neck as he massages the tense muscle there. He sways to Fred Astaire crooning from your bluetooth speaker. Pressing his cheek to yours, he catches the perfume you raved about while yanking him through Sephora. The irony isn’t lost on him. Here, in your room, Steve can have the comfort of the past while having something of his own. Dancing with you, Steve knows it’s okay to stroll down memory lane. He knows you’ll be waiting in the present to call him back home.
