He's choking on his guilt again. Scorching memories reciting hymns of fire and black smoke. He can not love, he can not pine, his romances always end in doom. End in bitter blood drenching stars and ghosts scattered across solar systems. Sol can not love you, he must not love you. You're safer out of his reach.
L'amour de ma vie.
He wants to be the one, etching galaxies across your heart and spilling stars into your bones with every kiss. Your smile dips his world in midday pink, all roses and sun blooms. Your voice trails after him, haunting halls and abandoned training rooms. Your name sticks inside his throat, sticky caramel abrading his tongue to be let loose. Love of his life.
Love so bittersweet.
There are other universes, he likes to think, where his mistakes are little and he has the right to hold you in his arms. You call out to him during missions, all epithets and formality, he longs to hear to say 'Sol'. just 'Sol'.
Longs to kiss you in the dark where his memories can't reach him. You're so bittersweet…
"(Y/n)…"
⭒⭒✮ Yord Fandar - Halley’s Comet | یورد فندار
I don't want it.
He chews on the thought of you, sour under his tongue. He watches you parry under the stars, saber humming orthodox hymns. He can spill lies from his lips like coronal rain. But the confession never sticks, he shouldn't want this, want you.
And I don't want to want you.
In his dreams he's more honest, leaving a galaxy of love bites across the vast expansion of your essence. Kissing the dark corners of your eyes and sucking tenderly on the pearls of your spine, open-mouthed when he reaches your nape. Curling fingers in the nebula of your hair. You sing his name so freely it has him seeing stars.
But you're all it takes to break a promise.
He kisses you, against the temple wall, drinking in your devotion like elysian ichor. The stars in your eyes explode, whispering tenets between each breath. He feels the force reverberating between your bones, holy, ethereal. This is wrong, fundamentally, spiritual, he doesn't want to want you…But he has to.
"I, I need you."
༻｡｡☾ Qimir - Bossa Nova | قیمیر
Love when it makes you lose your bearings.
His love is an asteroid field, cataclysmic and labyrinthine, always dodging bullets aimed point blank at tattered hearts. He's always caught wondering who's truly lost. You or him. Swimming through wandering stars and pretending it's just a force-willed romance. But love doesn't lie to keep one compliant. Caging you between quasars and stella novae.
Some information is not for sharing.
"Eyes down, you've not yet earned to see my face"
You obey, little lamb that you are. Eyes tracing the ebony of his boots. He wonders if he should tell you, grasp your chin, and force his mask off. Shatter your world with his eyes. But you're too cute like this, pining after your master and playing little lovers with Qimir. It's torture most sweetly, he traces the crown of your hair with metal instead of lips, whispering sabbath shibboleths into your head. His love is red in every way.
A lot can change in twenty seconds. A lot can happen in the dark.
The cave is pitch dark, hidden from prying moonlight. It's in the dark that Sith revel in the dark that they renew. Qimir knows some things can only be confessed in blood. That's why he pushes the jagged edges of stars between your lips. Apex of your throat in hand forcing you beneath him. You giggle stardust as he marrs your bones, kissing cuts and open wounds. He lets his mask slide off, to the tune of your heartbeat. Savoring its clank and all it entails. Your shock and fear taste delicious on his tongue as does your fruitless struggle. He kisses you again all passion and possession. He likes you better when you taste of horror and shattered realities.
"You belong to me..."
✧࿐ Torbin - Birds of a Feather | توربین
We should stick together.
You pull him through the temple, laughing as you run away from another angry master. Torbin follows lovestruck, he sees peace in your eyes, in your smile. Hears it in the candance of your voice. He kisses your knuckles when you beat him at saber practice and passes you heart-shaped sticky notes during lessons. He wants to be here with you forever. Together in an eternal blush.
I'd never think I wasn't better alone.
He whispers your name between breaths, kissing each syllable. He traces your face in the stars, cursing the remote planets he's been sent to. He misses you, but the phrase is never quite worded right, his master can never know, never understand the rhyme behind his eagerness.
Home, home, home. He repeats the words with frantic reverence. Home is where the lights paint you in their heavenly glow. Where you hold his hand and kiss fireflies across his cheek. Home is you, it's always been you…
I'll love you 'til the day that I die.
You trace the scar across his eye, dejected. Torbin kisses the hollow of your palm, basking in your presence. He made it back to you, that's all that matters. Not the witches or the massacred planet. Not the disappointment of his master or Sol's new apprentice. You're the only thing that matters to him, the only thing that has ever mattered.
"Stay with me forever my love."
Happy final week of the Acolyte!! It's been a great 7 weeks ~💜
Master Sol x reader (gender neutral)
warnings: Master/Jedi Knight Relationship, mutual pining, secret relationship, lust, canon-typical violence, head injury, force visions, light angst, arguing, teasing, inappropriate use of the force, an absolutely horny sol, praise, biting, fingering, sex (reader receiving but no parts specified), love confession
word count: 7.6k
summary: "You couldn't deny the way you felt for Sol, and wondered if he had felt the same way for you. Deciding to find out the truth if he did or not, you wanted things put to rest. You were almost expecting rejection, knowing how Sol wanted to abide by the Jedi Code. As you walked toward his quarters, you prepared for the sting of rejection and the ability to hopefully throw those feelings away, even though you knew you wouldn't be able to. That was what the plan was."
"These feelings and emotions were keeping you turbulent, uneasy, unfocused. You had to face them head on, and confront them. Most of all, you needed to tell Sol the truth about how you felt, and that you wanted more."
Chapter Content: unrequited feelings, the force, swearing
Word Count: 3,534
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Osha is lost. You know she is strong, capable, that she can take care of herself without issue, but that knowledge doesn’t stop your heart from worrying. She’s suffered so much since the return of her sister, since her past was dredged from the very depths of her heart and brought to light for all to see, that you fear it will lead her to ruin if she isn’t found. You don’t want that for her. You don’t want to see her light fade from the Force. But her disappearance only further solidifies your concerns, sends you pacing the halls of the Polan.
That is how Sol finds you. You sense his presence in the moments before he turns the corner ahead of you, but you actively avoid looking him in the eyes. You know what he’ll say, you know the patient wisdom you will see in his eyes, and you find yourself hoping to avoid it at all costs.
“You are worried.” He doesn’t need to say it, but you find that the sound of his voice is soothing, even when stating the obvious. It soothes the frantic peaks of your anxiety a hair.
“I know.” It is easy to forget yourself, to forget how your emotions extend beyond yourself. He must have been fighting against the onslaught of your thoughts for the past hour, if not the entire flight here. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
The raising of his hand, palm out, halts your apology, but the gentle curve of his smile softens the blow. “You are not the only one. I fear for her safety, as well.” Sol finally bridges the remaining space between you and settles his hand upon your shoulder. Warmth emanates from the point of contact, spiraling down your arm and across your shoulder blade, the familiar, comforting sort of warmth Sol always carries with him. “We will find her,” he says.
I hope so, you think, but you do not voice it. You know what he would say if you did. Hoping to beat him to it, to project the confidence and certainty you wish you had, you echo the sentiment back to him. “I have faith in the Force.”
Sol smiles again, something tender and sweet that crinkles by his eyes. “That is all we need.”
Savareen is a remarkable place, vibrant and wild in ways unlike anything you’ve ever known before. The ocean is blindingly blue, the sand of its beaches dazzlingly bright, and the flowers that dot the inland sand dunes are the most colorful, most delicate purple blossoms this side of the galaxy. It’s a pity, then, that you’re not here to sightsee.
The wind tears at your robes like it tears at your voice, ripping it from your throat the moment you speak it. “There are too many life forms around, I can’t sense her!”
Sol nods. He stows his own scanner at a loop on his belt and reaches out through the Force with you, his arm extended and eyes shut. You follow suit, but not before you take a moment, a fleeting thing, to admire his profile against the shimmer of the sand. When you finally join him, his signature is glowing brightly in the haze of the Force. Tendrils of his essence spread out before you, drifting past and through every dune and rock and streak of grass, Osha’s name the only question he brings with him. Wherever she is, she is beyond either your reach or his. Which is concerning in its own right. Sol’s mastery of the Force is much greater than yours and if he cannot sense her, then she is far away indeed.
“Should we split up?” You struggle up the slope of a particularly steep dune, tripping all over your feet and the sand and the dangling edge of your robes as you go. “Cover more ground?”
“No.” And suddenly, he’s there, his hand at your arm, pulling you up when your feet fail you. “This planet is uncharted, easy to get lost in. We will find her together.”
The peak of this particular dune offers a rather bleak view of the landscape - sand and gravel for as far as you can see, with small mountain peaks in the distance. Some of the valleys nestled between dunes sport streaks of purple where flowers have cropped up, perhaps feeding on water run off when it rains or a water source beneath the surface. But there is no sign of Osha. Defeat burns hot and heavy in your chest, and you wish it didn’t. Savareen is massive, an entire planet’s worth of desert and ocean, and if Osha does not wish to be found, then there is only so much you can do. It worries you that this mission may be one that remains incomplete - forever.
Sol starts for the bottom of this dune, where the flowers crop up among the stones, but he takes his time. The sands shift so easily under his feet that he can only go so fast. You are hesitant to follow.
It takes him a moment, but he stops and turns when he notices you haven’t been following. His eyes squint against the sun. “Your concern for her burns brightly.”
There was never any point in trying to hide it, but you are still frustrated that he read you so easily. “Yes,” you answer, slowly. You try to recenter yourself in the Force before continuing. “But I’m sure if I weren’t so anxious, I would sense the same from you.”
The awkward, tilted smile he offers you in response is confirmation enough. “She needs us. She needs you, and I cannot do this alone.”
No, you don’t suppose he can, not when he embarked on this mission without first clearing it with the Council. Neither of you should be here and you both know it.
The sand shifts quickly and quietly when you take your first step down. You find yourself thanking the Council, the ancestral Jedi, anyone who cares, for the choice to clothe Jedi in tall boots. At least that way your feet aren’t drowning in sand.
“Sol, if you think I’d ever let you do this alone, you’re an idiot.” You slide past him, letting the sand take you where it pleases, but the stunned expression on his face doesn’t go unnoticed. You can feel it, even without the Force. “Osha needs us both. And I, for- ah!”
Your boot lands on a rock, and the sand beneath it gives way to empty air, and in a single moment you’re lurched forward and sent tumbling down the remainder of the dune. Somewhere in the distance, you hear Sol shout your name, but it’s lost to the wind and the rushing of your blood in your ears. This dune is big, but not so big that you have all the free time in the world before you smash your head upon the rocks at its base. You need to act now.
The Force is vast. Even after a lifetime of learning to fold yourself within its weight, it still manages to steal your breath each time you reach for it. This time is no exception. You try to imagine yourself as something very small drifting through something great and soft, something gentle and slow - a drop of water in a tiny brook, a petal skipping over a field of grass - hoping to slow your descent. For a long moment, you’re not sure that it works. You are still falling, the sand still surrounds you, but…
Something in the Force moves. It is a mighty thing that blasts its way past you, though you still can’t tell which way is up or down. Everything is fast and hard, and you’ve decided to come to terms with the fact that you’re probably going to have a very nasty gash somewhere on your body when you finally finish tumbling, until suddenly everything is solid. Your mind still spins, but your body has stopped.
You take a breath. In. Out. You open one eye. There’s a wall of sand before you. You open the other. It’s littered with the broken branches and battered flowers from the blooming bushes you had noticed earlier, but no rocks. No great stones for you to dash your head upon, nothing that might endanger you. Just the violet petals of the Savareen flowers and the faint yellow trail of pollen they leave behind. Your mind reels as you drag yourself into some vaguely comfortable sitting position. Did you do this? You suppose you could have, but summoning a wall of sand to protect yourself hadn’t been your intention.
It’s then that you hear your name on the wind. Sol. Though you’re still dizzy and half dazed, you swing your head in the direction of his voice just in time to see him staggering the last few paces separating you, the sleeves of his robes swinging this way and that as his body dips with each step. He drops to his knees before you, and you find yourself breathless at the gesture.
“Are you alright?” he asks. Already, he’s brought his hands to cup your face, seeking out any injuries with a sort of crackling and frantic energy you have never seen from him. “Are you hurt?”
You nod. “‘m fine. I-I think.”
He wears gloves. You’ve always known this, but it’s a fact that hits you particularly hard now that he is touching you. In the back of your mind, you’ve absently mused on the feel, the scent, the everything about them, though it had never been intentional. Not fully. They are soft, you find. Worn with age and the hilt of a well-loved saber, sanded down until they grow thin at the seams and his warmth seeps through to whatever he happens to be touching.
Sol frowns as he brushes his thumb over the ridge of your cheekbone. Electricity shoots down your spine. “You have…”
“What?”
A quick glance down, though, shows streaks of yellow over the white and brown parts of your robes: the pollen. The flowers must have dropped their powder when you fell, or perhaps when Sol summoned enough sand to stop a runaway fathier. Curious, you swipe your finger over your shoulder and sniff it.
“It smells like petrichor,” you muse, and that, for some reason, is enough to make him laugh. You wish he would laugh more often.
“A remarkable observation.” He stands and offers you his hands, watching patiently while you brush the remaining pollen from your clothes. “Come on.”
The wall of sand catches your eye as you move. Before your question can manifest itself, you find yourself drawn to Sol, your gaze, your body, your very essence leaning and leaning until you finally fall into him. It’s possible you’re still a bit dizzy. “Was that you?”
He braces himself against the influx of your weight as his arms come around you, and it strikes you just how soft he manages to be while also staying strong. He smiles that crinkle-eyed smile you have always loved and nods. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.”
“Thank you,” you murmur, suddenly enraptured by the gentle slope of his jaw and the rich, earthy hue of his eyes as they flicker down, down to the cleave in your robes and the sudden thrumming of your pulse as it leaps from your throat. It strikes you hard, then, that you feel more exposed under the blazing of the sun and your layers of clothing than you ever have before. Startled by this discomforting realization, you scramble out of his arms on wobbly legs. “We should, uh, get going. I don’t want to lose her.”
It’s hot. Far too hot. Savareen is a desert, of course, so the heat is to be expected, but it feels strange this time. You feel strange. Already, you’ve shrugged off the outer layer of your clothes, but your body seems only to grow warmer with each passing moment. It’s awful.
“D’you think we’re any closer?”
Sol’s head tilts in your direction, his expression unreadable. “I have a read on her ship,” he says with a nod to his scanner, “but I still cannot sense her.”
Oh, thank the Force. The sooner you find her, the sooner you can get off this dust bowl and strip out of your clothes to enjoy something cool and refreshing. A real shower, or an endless glass of some chilled, fruity drink that freezes your brain. Even an ice bath sounds appealing. Or a visit to Hoth. Anything, so long as it quenches the fire that’s blazing beneath your skin.
The dunes have evened out into something more walkable - a blessing in its own right. Pebbles and larger rocks pepper the land while the mountains loom ever closer. The sun drifts down toward the softly sloped peaks, and the flowers sway in the wind, and everything feels itchy and tight and utterly unbearable. You cast your attention to Sol and feel completely, irrationally angry watching him exist without being as miserable as you are.
“Aren’t you melting, Sol?” Hands pry at the neck of your robes to loosen them even more, but they come back damp with your own sweat.
He halts, rather than answer. Soft brown eyes - warm, always warm, like a fire in the dead of winter, like the earth heated by the light of the sun - study you without words, without judgment, without a shred of the misery you feel now, and you hate it. You hate it so much that it makes your stomach churn and your thighs ache.
Your mouth parts to fill the empty space he leaves behind. “I swear, this planet’s a fucking sauna. How can you stand it?” You don’t care that you’ve never truly sworn in front of him before. It’s too difficult to keep up appearances right now. You are not the perfect Jedi you’ve always wished him to think of you as, you are hot and you are tired and you want this to be over as soon as possible. “What the hell is she doing out here, anyway? Running? From what? She couldn’t have picked a nicer spot? We’d have a harder time finding her on Coruscant and at least it wouldn’t be so fucking miserable-”
“Are you well?”
It’s his tone that gives you pause. Not once in the past sixteen years has he ever spoken to you like this, like… like there’s something wrong with you, like your very presence offends him. It’s unlike him. And it hurts.
Scowling, you start to lumber past him. “Are you?”
His eyes close and hardly a moment later, you feel a force pressing lightly against your sternum. A Force. His Force.
“Are you studying me?”
Sol’s brow furrows in your direction. “Your mind is clouded, confused,” he says, and he does it with such calm. How is he so damn calm? “What’s wrong?”
He has the audacity to ask you this?
“Look around you! We’re in the middle of a kriffing desert, Sol, and you wanna know ‘what’s wrong’?”
The heat of the sun seems to beam itself directly into your brain. (Something logical in the far reaches of your mind curls in on itself.) You shouldn’t even be here. None of you should. (You’re so angry, screaming inside your skin as this planet boils you alive, and you don’t understand why.) This whole mission is a waste - a waste of time, a waste of your resources, of the bond between you and Osha, between her and Sol. What the hell was she thinking? (Something isn’t right. This isn’t right.)
Sol’s compassion eats through your heart when he looks you in the eye. “I’m worried about her, too, but-”
“She’s an idiot,” you snap, and your vehemence startles even you, though you fight not to show it. (Why are you so angry?)
The irritation that lances through his sigh, through his voice, is a victory, small though it is. “I understand your anger, but it will not help us find Osha.”
He’s right, of course. Some Jedi instinct deep within you knows this to be true.
“Anger is chaos,” he continues. “It burns bright, but it only serves to confuse and to tear apart that which is unified.”
There is no chaos, there is harmony. You learned those words from your own Master, and you have heard them from Sol’s own mouth countless times by virtue of being Osha’s friend all these years.
A memory sparks.
“Center yourself.”
A younger Osha, about twelve and practically vibrating with emotion, sits cross-legged under her Master’s watchful eye. She fidgets, restless and uncertain; you can feel it from the alcove where you linger.
“I can’t,” she says, and you can hear all the things she wishes she could say tied tightly together with a thread of restraint.
Sol almost smiles. “You can.”
He moves to sit across from her, his cloak spread out around him like the tresses of a waterfall. He does it with such grace, so effortlessly. It’s why you can’t help lingering where you don’t belong, watching something that isn’t yours to see.
“You do not need to fear your emotions, Osha. They are not an enemy for you to fight, but an ally that gives you strength.”
Being five years your junior, Osha’s skills with the Force are still young and struggling to flourish in the overgrowth of her past that still haunts her. You remember being her age, how the world around you felt too big to make sense of, how you tried your very best to be a good padawan but always felt lacking. Meditation does not come easy to you either, not even now. Yet you find yourself intrigued by Sol’s approach to the issue. He comes to Osha’s level and meets her where she struggles, he brings warmth and understanding, a patience that runs so deep you wonder if it’s a piece of the Force that threads directly through him.
“It is through our emotions that we can find peace, but only by using the Force as our guide.” Osha nods quietly, her eyelids twitching as she attempts to reconnect herself, but Sol smiles. He always smiles. “Breathe deep. Find me in the Force, Padawan.”
On Savareen, you feel the echo of that memory breeze through you, body and soul. With it comes a peace that is quiet and unassuming, shrouded in Sol’s very essence. He’s reaching out to you, you realize, offering you his hand. Offering you peace.
Find me in the Force.
You are a Knight now. You are not the young child you once were, nor the teen who snuck through the Temple halls in search of mischief. You are better than this, you are above such petty and aggressive means of expression, and Sol knows it as well as you do.
Find me.
There is something that looms large over your heart and mind, something that clouds your judgment in a way unknown to you. Through the Force, you sense it curled up like a predator lying in wait as it courses through your veins. Through Sol’s peace and the calming guidance of his presence, you find that this thing brings fire and passion, that it simmers low in your belly and boils your brain while lashing out at anything that does not bring it satisfaction.
“There’s something in my head,” you say.
“I see it.”
“It hurts.” You hadn’t fully realized it until this moment. “Sol…”
His hand curls around your bicep. It is meant to be a comfort, but all it does is make your body scream. You cry out, half agonized and half electrified, and very nearly fall over, as if his very presence were the source of it all.
The planet seems to swim around you, the sand bleeding into the sky into the mountains into everything and nothing. Desperate for relief, you claw at the hem of your robes until they start falling apart at your chest. Your cloak is long forgotten, the tabard and overtunic ripped off your body and thrown aside, everything is discarded until you find yourself in only your undertunic and trousers. The boots are on very thin ice.
Everything hurts and everything is hot. Wherever your clothing touches you, it burns like a brand, but even in the midst of your desperation you can’t bring yourself to completely strip, not in front of Sol. Not like this. Some final shred of dignity still clings to your consciousness and you won’t allow yourself to bare your body to him. Not when… After all these years, he’s never known. It would kill you if he discovered it now.
You fall to your hands and knees in the sand, panting. “Sol, what’s wrong with me? What’s happening?”
Sol will know. He always knows.
But as you slip onto your stomach, your mind still screaming and your body on the verge of implosion, you catch a glimpse of the Master you’ve loved for the past eight years and all you see on his face is fear. Confusion. Uncertainty.
Unsaid (Aro! Jecki Lon x Fem! Reader): There was no feeling quite as cruel as not loving back someone you know would love you ardently, cherish you whole-heartedly, and treat you just right. But you just…can’t love them back.
You incline your head politely in Sol’s direction. “Master.”
“Knight,” he replies, returning the gesture with the same lighthearted air.
“What a surprise meeting you here.”
His eyes flicker across your face for a moment, his expression shifting just slightly with the softness of his affection. “Indeed.” The muffled ambience of the bakery lingers in the space between you – it’s mostly half whispered discussions and muted laughter and the chime of the register because all you can really hear is the beat of your own heart and the rush of blood in your ears. “A surprise, my dear, but a pleasant one. I hope…”
Sol hesitates, long enough for his face to flood with uncertainty, and you don’t press him for more. You know he’s nervous. You’re nervous too. Rather than placate him with words, you reach out with the Force and brush against his conscious mind with a voiceless murmur. It’s alright. It’s just us.
He raises a brow. It’s a look that says everything he’d said last night, every anxiety and every uncertainty translated into an assemblage of expressions that only you can interpret.
You reach out again. All they see are a couple of strange Jedi. They won’t pay us any attention.
That is, after all, his greatest fear and understandably so. He has more to lose if his attachments surface within the Order. He could lose his Padawan, his title, and everything else he’s worked so hard to achieve these last few years. At worst, you think you might be prompted into guided meditation with a Council member to ensure you aren’t starting down a dangerous path.
But such are the risks of love in the world of the Jedi.
“I hope you are well.”
Your eyes meet Sol’s and you feel as if your heart is going to burst. “I’m better now that I’m with you.”
This time, he laughs. It’s the most wonderful sound in the world. No matter where you are or who you’re with, if you catch even a glimpse of Sol’s smile or happen to hear the low and gentle rumblings of his amusement, it immediately brightens your day. It’s just a shame that you’re in public right now or else you’d kiss him breathless for it.
“You’re trying to get on my good side.”
“Maybe,” you shrug. “Is it working?”
Dark eyes glitter in the fluorescent light of this tiny Coruscanti bakery, jam-packed with civilian regulars and intergalactic tourists, and you think you love him more now in this manufactured normalcy than you ever have before. “A little too well, I think.”
After ordering you manage to snag an empty barstool in the back corner of the building, sandwiched in between a startlingly large Nikto biker and the wall. Ever the gentleman, Sol places himself between you and the rest of the world, and you swear it’s like falling into your own little world. Here you can pretend that you’re just another citizen of the galaxy on a normal date with your even more normal lover. You’re not hiding from the rules of your own society here. No, you’re too lost in Sol’s eyes to be afraid of anything at all, not even losing him.
The Nikto behind him jostles with laughter and Sol very nearly collapses on top of you. He stops himself with a hand braced against the table, and his caf sloshes over the rim of his paper cup onto your robes, and you don’t give a damn. How could you when he’s looking at you like that? Like you’re everything to him?
“This is…” He can’t even find the words to finish the thought.
“Perfect,” you answer for him.
You know it’s not what he wants for you. If Sol is anything, it’s a romantic, and that’s just another addition to a long list of reasons why you love him. But it’s because this bakery is so imperfect, so crowded and noisy and maybe a little dingy, that you find yourself enamored with it. It’s that little bit of normal you can never have in the Temple. Your own little slice of “could-be” that you’ll only ever share with him.
The clientele are noisy enough, in fact, that no one can hear you say you love him. No one but him. His eyes immediately mist over and, well, if he kisses you in the corner of that too-tiny bakery on the 5,000th level of the most crowded planet in the galaxy, then you two are the only Jedi who will ever know about it.
Summary : you've always been a spiritual person having been born into a coven of space whitches, where you grew up believing in embodiment of divinity within nature like animism all that changed when you encountered sol in the forest
Warning : smut , religious guilt , ( English isn't my native language )
You've always been a curious one , so naturally when you encountered sol in the forest you we're intrigued by his long robes and clean cut , he had seen you bending the force for some time before he approach you
You had approach him without any thoughts of the consequences
He was nice so you spoke to him about your self
What's your name ? He asked
And you replied back to everyone of his questions
Eventually he had asked you about wanting to join him as his young apprentice
Since you we're so young and interested in anything new you agreed when he took you back to the coven and spoke to your parents about allowing you to come with him they hesitated but since you begged and begged they agreed kissing your forehead and saying their farewells
Soon you we're off to coruscant where you got to meet so many different padawans and jedi nights
As you matured you never really stoped being yourself you'd wonder off and enjoyed the temples garden no matter how often sol would have to scold you , you never truly listened you eventually do it again
As for your relationship with sol it was always that of a student and teacher you always praised sol , if someone would comment on your good technique you'd say oh "sol taught me!!!' It was always sol this sol that eventually people expected that of you
recently your status of becoming a jedi night had you so busy working more so You've been too busy you had forgotten to hologram sol back
The young group of jedi knights decided to enjoy one free night and go drinking this was out of the blue for jedis since they weren't suppose to be indulging in such things but you caved in after much persuading
The bar was filled with intoxicated crowds of different beings the bar was filled smoke and hundreds of different smells the jedis drank until they began speaking about personal stories
Meanwhile you just listened until one of the knights asked you a question about master sol
"Why do you praise him so much!!?"
"You're always talking about him !!!"
That's not true you chimed ive-!!!
Sorry sweetheart but you do !
Shorty after that you decided you've had enough for the night and to call it a night
You traveled back to your room stripped of your robes and slipped on to something more comfortable
It was late so you were finally heading to sleep when you heard a nock on your door curious on who it was went to open it
"Oh sol what are you doing here?!!!"
His voice was soft he told you he just needed to know if your mission went good and by good he wanted to know if you were fine
Im good sol I was just heading for bed it been a long day how about I see you tomorrow
Sol smiled at that it had been an while since he got to see you last so he was delighted to spend some time with you
Shortly after that the jedi Council gave you a week off so you finally decided to go visit your family
You took sol with you and you we're off
Once you Arrived on your home planet you went strait to the coven to discover it still being like its always been the only thing was time
Your parents looked older and you'd embrace their hug tightly enjoying that familiar scent that always bought you joy
You spent no time in dressing in your covens clothes and you felt pretty for the first time
Look at me you giggled while you twirled infront of sol your hair long and free and your dress jiggling along each twirl
Each day you show sol around the coven considering things never changed
Eventually you were on your last day before needing to head back to the temple and you didn't want to be a away from home anymore
You had told sol but he told you to come back to the temple everything would go back to normal
You we're feeling so much emotions
Sol I think I like you , you had begin to cry when did it begin when had it turned into love
You don't mean it your- but before sol could respond to your comment you kissed him he was the reason after a while you no longer bring yourself to leave the jedi ways he was your demise and you were his after that kiss because you could feel as he pushed you away after the kiss
Sol had ignored you the rest of the day where he stayed in the space ship where you finally went to see him at night only things took a left turn because kissed you back once you approached him and broke him from his trans
His lips were soft and felt nice kissing him felt grate
You began to feel as his hands traveled around your body it was nice enjoying his touch and kisses
More you wanted more
So you began to remove his pants he was surprised at your enthusiasm but he was hesitant he had kept himself from committing such actions all these years because of the jedi code and no he was breaking it
I need you sol please you moaned into his mouth
He looked at you before finally taking out his member he was going to do it and not regret it
As sol position himself between your opening he could feel you hold onto him you looked at him for reassurance before he began sliding inside causing a groan from both of you as he parted your walls for the first time you groaned in pain fuck it hurts sol he rushed to look at you as you bit you lip he leaned in and kissed you before he bottomed you out in one trust he could feel your wet warm tight walls griping onto him he had never felt this before he could cum alone on just that sensation
You're mouth moaned in pain his trust were slow but deep eventually feeling good his pelvis slammed into yours and it felt amazing his size parted you in ways you couldn't imagine he was soft and slow until you cried for more he was everything you could imagine your legs wrapped around his waist having him in strong hold keeping both of you closer each thrust felt like lightning both of your bodies radiating off heat your cheeks flushed pink as he took you when you both came you both were laid there thinking about what now
i would give just about anything for some master sol content (from the acolyte? 🥺) maybe him realizing he has feelings for you and tries to restrain himself from acting in them, but ultimately finds himself too enamored with you 👉🏻👈🏻
I love master Sol sm!! 🥺🥺 he's so perfect ♥️💖
"There is no emotion. There is peace. There is no ignorance. There is knowledge. There is no passion. There is serenity"
He repeats the words like a sermon, devotion in tone, in mind. "No emotion only peace." There's a temporary flash. Some poltergeist daring to intrupt the idyllic room. Sol keeps his eyes closed, praying to the force. Exorcism on his tongue.
He sees the stars, the cosmic waves, and then...
And then your face smiling back at him. Between the debris of an asteroid field.
Sol isn't use to this.
To feelings so potent they threaten to suffocate. He's use to serenity, peace. A clear mind operating on the code he was brought up on. He's taken the clarity of a jedi molded mind for granted. He misses the halcyon.
You haunt him, sinking your teeth into his heart and bleeding him dry. He's thinking of you every moment, trying desprealty to push down the specter that dances across his sight.
Your ghost looms filling the air with a potent presence. Sols fingers reach out. caressing air and emptiness. He longs to feel your smaller hand in his.
"Master sol, are you willing to train padawan (y/n) for the afternoon?". Vernestra Rwoh's voice is pin needles tearing into his frail heart strings sol doesn't know how much restrain he can show when your physically there. Force, help him. He needs to feel you. Worship your body with saccharine feverous kisses. Feel your soft fingers running through his hair.
