Hello loves! I'm sorry for my immense amount of inactivity on this page! The requests are piling up. I just finished finals week at Uni (and survived). I'm here to announce that in just over a week, I'll be heading overseas to do some charity work. I'll be gone until August 1. Fret not! I have a few days and I might fulfill some requests before I head out, and the plane ride will be hella long, so I might just write some stuff there. I also just bought two new books about the Star Wars universe- The Jedi Path and another about the Force itself. I really wanna do a short series that is accurate. I have a couple of Obi imagines I want to finish on my computer, and I think I just might do that. Send me a few really creative ideas- I might Drabble on them (no ship requests). Lots of love from me! -AK
Hi, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if ship requests were still open and if they are, do you mind if they are long/detailed or do you have a certain length/amount of asks you want them to be in?
Hello dear! I'm sad to announce that ship requests currently aren't open, at least for me. I've been mulling over a new Obi story, but maybe some of the other writers would take up on this? -AK
We've reached 1K followers!!! I'm so happy! I'm currently tied up in an intense production right now, but in a week or so, in celebration, I'll start answering requests! Thanks for all of your support! I love you all! AK xx
Please reblog if you enjoy Marvel and you're a woman
I have been having an argument with a friend and he says that Marvel is for guys, please help me prove to him that there are lots of women who like Marvel!
*killing everybody saying girls like marvel because only the actors are extremely hot, have you seen the female cast of the MCU dude? you’d be fangirling too, and #SorryNotSorry, but Netflix’s series are amazing and enjoyable for everyone*
Maybe an angsty fanfic about Ben/Kylo (do you do Ben Solo?) where the reader is dating him or something, and someone wants to hurt Kylo/Ben by poisoning the reader? Oh the angst feels... Anyway I love your writing! ❤️
How dare you give me such a beautiful and painful imagine! It’s up, writing this broke my heart! So much angst and feels, I hope I didn’t disappoint! <3
School and exams have been kicking my butt, it’s nice to sit down and write a little bit in between. I have another angsty piece coming up, so hold onto your tissue boxes and all aboard the feels train! Choo choo!
Ben always anticipated that the sins of his past would come to haunt him. He shed the name Kylo Ren some time ago, wishing to atone for his crimes by assisting you, Rey, his mother, and the Resistance to fight against the First order. Leia tried convincing him that he is no longer the man he once was, but there are times he still sees Kylo Ren.
You examine him closely as he sat across from you at the dinner table, lost in his own thoughts. His strong brows knit together, deep eyes staring at nothing in particular- so deep in his mind that he only responds to the moment your hand lay on top of his. His hands were hard, calloused, scars and discolorations marked the years of training and the lives taken by the same 10 digits. But you lifted the hands to your lips anyway, planting loving kisses on his knuckles. How many times does he look at the scars on his body, how many times has he gazed at a mirror and seen the monster Kylo Ren staring back? He might want to push the beast away- deny its existence, but he was in there. Kylo Ren could still be seen in Ben’s rage, in the way he fights with his saber, and even in his passion… He wants to push his monster away- deny its existence, but you made it your goal to show him that you love all sides of him. Yes, even the monster that still might be lurking within him, the beast Kylo Ren.
The same Kylo Ren that turned his back on Snoke to save your life, a lowly girl, childhood friend turned Resistance fighter. You fell in love with Ben and with Kylo for he was one and the same, and you want more than anything to show that love to him. The last kiss on his hand was firmly placed on his wedding ring, identical to the one on your own finger. He smiled, his hard features melting into a look you never would have imagined Kylo Ren was capable of. When he showed kindness, compassion, and love, you recognize your childhood friend- you see Ben Solo.
“I’m sorry, my love…” He apologized for his lack of attention to you, walking around the table to sit by your side. Whatever plagued his thoughts were of no importance now. The man looked at you so lovingly, holding you in such high regard. To him, there was nothing of more importance than his beloved wife. His long fingers reached up to cup your cheek, closing the distance between the two of you. His lips were a bit rough, but warm. Your gently touch and soft lips relaxed his body on contact, as if the simply touch melted the wall of ice around his heart.
You pull away after some time, chuckling a bit as you plant one more kiss on his cheek. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh?” He asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow as his eyes follow you to the refrigerator. You come back with a bottle with an older model droid giving a thumbs up on the label. It was a bottle he almost didn’t recognize until you explained.
“We used to love this drink as children. They stopped manufacturing it a decade ago.” You managed to pry the top open, pouring him a glass. “It took me forever to find, but I did it!”
“Are you sure this is safe to drink, my love?” He asked, his dark eyes scrutinizing the green soda with a teasing smile. “I’m sure it’s been a decade since this was made as well…”
He was always the cautious one, even as children. You’d climb trees and start fights, and he was always your voice of reason. “Come on, don’t chicken out on me, after all the effort I took finding this damn thing!”
Ben couldn’t help but laugh a bit as you went ahead and took a big gulp, and laughed even harder as you spat it back out, “UGH! You’re right, this is expired!” You glared at the bottle, and the droid on the label that now seemed to mock you with its thumbs up. It was strange, though it was made years ago, there should have been enough preservatives in it that would have kept it drinkable.
“You don’t say?” He asked, as you wished you could wipe the smug grin right off of his face. The man had gotten so used to being right, he no longer needed to truly rub things in your face. He only needed to give you that ‘I was right’ grin to really rile you up.
But before you could turn to punch his shoulder, you start feeling… Strange. The room around you seemed to spin, your head feeling quite light. Then, it felt as if your stomach and lungs were on fire.
“Ben!” You managed to gasp. His reaction to your sudden cry for help was one of shock and worry, and recognition. You could feel his strong arms hold you up, you could hear him calling for someone, anyone. Leia recognized the danger that her son and new wife were still in, Kylo Ren has made quite a lot of enemies. She saw it best that he lived adjacent to her in the New Republic senate building. He was more than grateful now- for had he gotten his wishes, they would be in their own home in a remote planet. As nice as that sounded, they would not have received the urgent medical care that was for this situation.
You fade in and out of consciousness, seeing the worried eyes of Ben Solo looking down at you. The room grew dark, and when you awake you see the furious eyes of Kylo Ren, barking orders to the medical team to fix whatever was wrong with you. You wished more than anything to reach up and calm him, to stop these venomous words that spewed from his lips. There were words you couldn’t quite comprehend as your mind and body struggled to keep itself alive. Poisoned was one that was being thrown around a lot.
In the infirmary Ben was lost in a fit of rage brought on by pain and desperation. It was only when general Organa came to calm that he stopped yelling. Their words were confusing as your mind tried to work out what they were saying, “I still have enemies, mother… I didn’t think they’d go after her though…”
“They’d do anything to hurt you, Ben…” Leia’s soothing, maternal instincts weren’t enough to stop the panic and pain that rose in her son’s heart.
“They’ve done it… They’ve hurt my wife… That’s a wound more painful than anything physical inflicted on me.” It hurt your heart when you recognized the cracks in his voice as he spoke. It sounded as if he was trying to hold back sobs, but failing. “I would crawl across a sea of broken glass, if it meant taking her place…”
Leia pulled her son into a tight embrace, allowing him to shed his tears, feeling helpless herself as they waited for the words of the doctor. The last thing you remember before slipping into unconsciousness again was a mask being placed over your nose and mouth to further sedate you. As your body fought to survive, the medical team did their best to intervene surgically…
Ben gripped your hand tightly after the surgery, tears still streaming down his puffy, red eyes. You were still a goddess in his eyes, even as you lay sick in the infirmary. “You’re alive, but the medical team wasn’t quite sure if you’d wake up again.” He spoke to you, his body shaking. What the knight would do to hear your voice again, to hear a reply to his words one more time. They would be his salvation. “Please, my love… Come back to me…”
He repeated those words over and over again, sinking deeper and deeper into a state of depression. “Come back… Please come back…”
You weren’t sure how long you were out, but you awoke. You felt your heart sink though, when it was only Leia by your side. As much as you love your mother-in-law, you were hoping to see your husband, and the older woman’s concerned look made you worry even more about him.
“Where’s Ben?...” You ask, your voice still hoarse.
Leia seemed hesitant to tell you, before she finally spoke. “When the doctors told him that the prognosis was well, that you would awaken soon… He was relieved, but…” She took a moment to collect herself, having a difficult time relaying the information. Your innocent, inquisitive gaze was enough to help her continue.
“He’s out there, hunting down whoever poisoned you… I’ve never seen him like this… So full of anger, so hungry for revenge…” She said, looking off into the distance, imagining her son and where he could possibly be. “There’s still darkness in him… It will consume him again, if you don’t save him…”
It was a very serious threat. You’ve seen bits and pieces of his darkness, of Kylo Ren in his angry words and dark eyes. But it’s only bits and pieces, his anger never controlled him… Until now.
“You’ve done it before… You’ve saved him from himself. You can do it again…” You notice her hands quivered slightly as she reached for her communicator, dialing for Ben. She was holding back tears, the same way Ben does when he’s upset. He did not answer, but you take the device from her hand to leave a message.
“Ben… Please, I’m awake! I’m fine, I’m here… Where are you?” The tears rolled freely down your cheeks now, dampening the screen of the communicator as it displayed a caller ID image of Ben. It made your heart ache even more, swallowing the sobs back as you wished so much for him to be by your side.
“Please, Ben… Please, come back to me…Come back to me!” You spoke directly to the picture, closing your eyes as it got harder to look at it. A LED lit image of your husband wasn’t enough; you wanted him there in front of you, holding you in his strong arms. You nearly lost him to the dark side before; you pray to the god of the cosmos, to the force, that he would be brought back to you again.
A/N: I’M BACK BITCHES. Also, yes this is the final installment of FF, but I hope it’s well worth it. I went back and forth for a LONG time, trying to decide how to end it. But never fear! A new long piece of fiction will be coming out soon, along with other Obi-Wan trash practices. WHOOP! -AK
Forbidden Feels VI
Requited Feelings. Who’d thought? I’d like to say that things turned happily ever after for the two of us, but I’d be lying. The moments before our relationship were amazing and almost out-of-this world. Sure, it was great for a while- until the council found out- just I predicted. Obi-Wan and I were extremely careful about remaining quiet about our relationship. We shared intimate moments behind closed doors, but unfortunately, that closed door was flung open at an unfortunate time.
I blamed every aspect of the relationship on my foolish desires to save Obi-Wan from the wrath of the council- much to his chagrin. The council obliged after I read them excepts from my diary, ripping out the tidbits that would condemn Obi. He watched me distantly, seeing as I condemned myself for this attachment. His blue eyes reflected such emotion as I walked right of the room and out of his life.
I then proceeded to exile myself to a simple life on Naboo, never seeing the Master of my desires again. I first was heart broken, and tried to find love on that planet, but nothing ever came about. My soul was still intimately connected with his- there was bond I couldn’t break. My trusty diary- gone. I decided to avoid writing my emotions, and I didn’t to relive those moments of pure bliss with Obi-Wan. I accepted that I’d never see him again.
I knew that the galaxy was in turmoil after the fall of the Republic. Senator Amidala had died in childbirth along with her son or daughter. The entire planet, myself included was in mourning over our brave leader and representative. I continued to live my simple life as the Empire rose from the ashes of the Republic. I heard about all the Jedi killings, and my heart sank. Soon, I began to dream about us- in a way I hadn’t since I first exiled myself to Naboo. I decided to try to find him myself- go to Coruscant- see what was left of the Temple- salvage a plan-
After beginning to travel towards the center of the galaxy, I was turned around by Imperial soldiers, or StormTroopers- and headed back to Naboo. After I saw that there were Troopers searching for me on the planet, I began to run. My fuel was running low, and I sought refuge on the outer-rim planet of Tattooine.
I remember Obi-Wan telling me stories of this place- this sort of Underworld for renegades, crime lords, and the outsiders. This very planet is where he met Anakin for the first time- and how this whole mess began. I strode into an establishment to firstly, grab a drink, and two ask how I could obtain fuel. As I sat at the bar, I asked for a drink. The alien handed me a shot of neon green fluid. I knocked it back.
“Do you happen to know where I could purchase fuel for my ship? I seem to have run out-”
“You won’t find any excess fuel here, little lady. Not at a price you can afford,” a rough voice taunted at me. I felt the spunk flow through my veins in a way it hadn’t since- well-
“Pardon me, but how do you know what I can or cant afford? I have credits-” I began to argue back, the sassiness flooding my voice, until a hand cupped my mouth shut and walked me to a corner of the bar. I felt anger sweep in me.
“Get your grimy hands off of me, you disgusting pig!” I snapped at the mystery person. The person pulled the hood off their head. I felt my jaw snap to the floor.
“You’ve always had a way of stirring up the crowd, my love,” Obi-Wan said, his eyes glimmering with recognition. He glanced around as the aliens around us began to whisper.
“Jedi,” they said in awe at us, but recognition. I feared for our future. I felt my stomach drop as they kept whispering at us. I began to stand, reaching for the saber I stole when I was exiled. Obi-Wan noticed my tension and chuckled slightly.
“Y/N, now is not the time to be valiant. Please come with me,” his voice was soft and gentle, but urgent. My heart began to beat faster and faster. I couldn’t form coherent thoughts as he lead me around, my cloak dragging behind me. He paid for my drink and then took me to his speeder. I sat there stunned as he drove away from the small town. He pulled up on a small hut after a while of driving.
I sat in that hut, a million things on my brain. My lips couldn’t form a single word. Obi-Wan was preparing me some sort of food.
After my meal, I felt fatigue wash over me. Obi-Wan offered his bed. As he settled in on the dirt floor, I blurted out my thoughts.
“Don’t sleep on the floor, Obi. It’s not like we haven’t done it before,” I said, catching the Jedi off guard. He sighed, and then sat up to address me.
“I don’t want to get attached, again, Y/N. It’s not fair to either one of us,” he said softly, his words falling flat. I felt my cheeks rise in embarrassment- even Obi didn’t want me anymore. I fell back into his bed, and felt a lone tear streak down my cheek. I must’ve been incredibly tired.
I felt a presence in the room, one that I hadn’t felt in ages. A darkness- a familiar darkness. I glanced up- it was Anakin, cloaked in black, his eyes yellow with hatred. He raised his robot hand up, revealing Obi-Wan’s bloody cloak. I screamed as he brought his lightsaber down to the bed. I shot up in the bed, cold sweat racing over my body. I saw a concerned Obi-Wan seated beside me on the bed. I gazed at him, his crystalline blue eyes wide in fear at my shaking form. I felt tears began to prickle my eyes. I fell into Obi-Wan’s embrace. He clutched onto me, locking me inside of that firm grip of his. I wept into his bare shoulder, my tears racing down his chest. He stroked my back in comfort, whispering sweet words.
“Obi- I-I-” I stuttered as he pulled away, unable to form words. I hadn’t had these kind of nightmares in a long time. He stared into my eyes, and searched my face. He pushed a hair that clung to my face out of my visage.
“I had the dream too,” he said, kissing my forehead. “I’ve had the dream for a while. I wake up and I can’t protect you from him. He shows you my tattered cloak, and as I take my last breathe- you die right in front of me. I woke up to your cries for me,” he whispered ever-so-softly to me. I felt my heart rate slow down a bit as Obi continued to hold me in his arms and scratch my back. He was beginning to drift to sleep, but I couldn’t get my mind off of that dream.
“Obi, I can’t sleep,” I confessed. He sighed, and I heard his low baritone voice erupt to life in his chest.
“Well, I-” he started, but then he stopped himself. I sat up, looking at the confused Jedi, trying to read him. Suddenly, his face lit up with an idea.
“I think I have something to aid that.”
He reached over to the small table and pulled out the drawer. He withdrew a small leather-bound-
My diary. My eyes must’ve lit up in pure recognition, because he chuckled.
“I think you’ll enjoy this, love. I believe there are also a few new entries as well,” he smiled, and turned over to sleep. I opened up the book, it’s thick pages lined with ink, and pages taped back in. The pages I’d ripped out from the council. I flipped to one of my last entries, and read it. It was the night that Obi and I had gotten caught. The night that we made love for the first time. This entry was pure- it was before our world came crashing down around us. I turned the page, expecting nothing. But what I found, shook me to the core. It was pages of entries, but not in my handwriting.
But his.
I nestled into his embrace and began to read entries of his emotion- his turmoil of after I left the Order. His plans to leave and find me- all as he snored beside me. I laughed and cried at this man and his adventures on tatooine. The saddest part was how he started each entry. The last one read like this.
Dear (Y/N),
I know- it must be strange to call a small book by a name such as this, but I feel as though I am actually talking to you, Y/N, my love. Tatooine is ridiculously boring, and I crave excitement. I know if you were here, I would never be bored with our time. You’d find a way to make things fun.
Last night, I dreamt about us. I relived everything in my head. The dream, though, focused on that night that I kissed you in surprised and when we confessed our shared feelings. And how we kissed passionately until it was time for us to complete our mission.
I don’t know how I can contact you, or even if you are alive. I know that they are hunting for Jedi at the moment, so I pray that you lay low. I have the hope that we will meet again. I await that moment…
His entry went along for a while, updating me more and more. All of them were addressed to me. As I finished the last entry, the suns were rising. I gazed down at the sleeping man beside me and grinned. I crept into the small kitchen and prepared a small breakfast, wanting to provide for him before I left to attempt to find fuel. Even after all those entries, confessing his unfailing love, I just couldn’t bring myself to stay. There was nothing more I wanted, but I didn’t want to cause him any more pain-
As the suns rose, I placed my cloak over my eyes. I glanced back to Obi-Wan’s bed, which was empty now. Confused, I sighed and turned back towards the town.
“Wait- don’t leave me, (Y/N). Stay another night,” his deep voice pleaded, heavy with sleep. I turned towards the voice. He was standing in the doorway, in only his pants and cloak. I smiled, feeling genuine joy- like I had years ago and sprinted back to him. He opened those arms again, welcoming me home. I glanced up at him, meeting those expressive orbs.
“I like your little diary, Obi. It’s awfully cute,” I teased, causing the Jedi to laugh a bit. He kissed my nose.
“I learned from the best, you know.”
“Maybe one more night,” I said, walking back inside. We sat around teasing one another and catching up. He sat beside me on the bed, his eyes sparkling like sapphires. I smiled a little, not understanding why he had that particular expression on.
“What is it-” I started, but was interrupted by his lips meeting mine. Butterflies swarmed my stomach as he deepened the kiss. I kissed him back fervently, my passion coming through. We pulled away, panting. His pupils dilated at the sight of me.
“I love you, (Y/N),” he confessed, kissing my hand over and over again, worshipping me.
“I know,” I chuckled, causing him to look at me and tackle me on the bed. As his hair dangled down his kissed me again.
“I could get used to this, you know,” I smiled. He chuckled, then got serious.
“Maybe I could stay for a while, just to get back on my feet…”
“Or maybe forever?” he said, hope drenching his inflection. I laughed and felt my stomach flip. I thought about it- a life with Obi-Wan. No code to restrict us. A partner to take on whatever came our way. I only had one answer.
Sunlight shone in broad golden rays, illuminating the gray backdrops of the empty resistance base hallways. Rey strode at her normal pace, legs at maximum gate, arms swinging at full extension. Sweat beads gathered into slightly larger drops on the back of her neck, hidden by her third bun of hair. she had just returned from fixing up the falcons. While, Han might have claimed the old girl was ageless, Rey knew that it need constant upgrades and repairs to keep it functioning at an optimum level. Not mention, the excessive amount of damage the thing got after every mission, even more if she failed her objective.
Rey was not one to be distracted while walking, but as of late, she found her mind wandered in these few moments of solitude. Visions, of what to come or what has passed, she knew not, regardless they came to her all the same. Sometimes, they came in the form of dreams, expansive and totally immersive, or they came as flashes, taking away two or three second of her consciousness. Master Luke has told her that these were normal, a part of the all encompassing force. He told her that she should pay attention to these visions, they could be vital in deepening her understanding of the force. For her, they had been more of a nuisance than anything. distracting her from what she needed to do or making her anxious of events out of her control. It was in these rare moments of complete silence, where she ran over these collective images, deciding how she felt about them and how to deal with them. The most recent was not a image but a sound, haunting yet quick in its passage. It was a scream that echoed her ears, that vibrated of the hollows of her frame, sending sivers of dread up an down her spine. she didn’t recognise its pitch or understand its plea. All she could tell, was that its owner was precious to her and they need her.
At the same time, (Y/N) had just finished unloading the latest shipment of medical supplies. She had been begging upper command for a resupply for quite awhile. the latest mission to endor had left a larger than normal amount of casualties, causing a quick buildup at the medical bay, where she unfortunately was left struggling to care for the men. Arms full of boxes, unwary of the stretch of hallway in front of her, (Y/N) collided with an equally distracted Rey.
The sound of toppled boxes and two bodies landing on the floor reverberated through the otherwise quiet hallway. Rey quickly recovered and pulled herself into a sitting position, rubbing a rather sore part of her behind, training the day before had not been kind and these incident only aggravated her bruises. She turned her attention to the poor women, who seemed as annoyed as she did, as she still lay flat on her back, frustratedly sighing. “Are you alright?” Rey asked, standing up.
(Y/N) lay, blinking up at the ceiling, preparing herself to give the person she collided with a piece of her mind, “I was, but then an unstoppable force seemed to have fallen in my path.”
Rey rolled her eyes at the response, “Well, I apologize for that. I didn’t see you there.”
“Clearly,” (Y/N) replied, finally pulling her herself up into a sitting position. Rey extended a hand outward, inviting the woman to lift herself up. (Y/N) mumbled a word of thanks, as she finally got a good look at Rey. She couldn’t believe that she had bumped into the infamous Rey, the hero of the resistance, the new Jedi, the destroyer of Starkiller base. “Oh my god, you’re her,” she spoke.
Rey saw the cogs turn in her head and was actually quite embarrassed. She hardly considered herself anyone special, and yet she found that the base was riddled with her adoring fans, “um, yeah. I guess... I’m Rey and you are?”
(Y/N) pointed to herself, “Oh, uh.. I’m just (Y/N). I work in the medical bay, no one special.”
Rey laughed at the flustered woman, “Cool, neither am I.”
“Oh, but you’re a hero. Everyone that visits the bay, tells me about all the cool things you do, all the successful mission, kicking Kylo Ren, training under a Jedi Master. That’s pretty special in my book.”
Rey blinked rapidly, and tried her best not to flush. She still wasn’t used to praise for anything, “Oh, uh...yeah, Thanks. Umm...Let me help you with that.” She reached down to help (Y/N) as she started to gather the fallen boxes.
“Oh, you don’t have to..It was my fault. I wasn’t watching where I was going. This part of the base is usually empty,” (Y/N) assured the Jedi, waving a hand at her. She felt a little bad for lashing out at her. In truth, the woman had a little crush on Rey. She has always admired, in the few instances she saw the jedi knight, the way Rey approached difficulties positively and honestly. Rey was literal sunlight to her, glittering brightly in the dark hollows of these war with the First Order. (Y/N) had always wished to converse with her and now it seems, she was given her chance.
“Ah, come on. Don’t tell me, you couldn’t use the assist? Besides I have nowhere to be,” Rey replied with a small smile. A little white lie, all things considered. Rey didn’t know why, but the bashful woman carrying way too many boxes, interested her. She wouldn’t mind sparing a few minutes, to make a new friend. (Y/N) nodded slowly, returning the smile as they both continued down the hallway.
Kylo Ren’s duties to the First Order didn’t leave him with very much time for himself. There are some nights where he would not have any sleep at all, as was the case for most days of the week. But any time he had, he enjoys spending with you. The knight entered his quarters, and as he waited for your arrival he removed his helmet and his cloak, setting them to the side. He then removed his black tunic and gloves, leaving him in just his black long sleeved pleated thermal and trousers. He never cared about his appearance, as he was usually obscured by his mask anyway, but he took pains to look decent around you. As he waited, he combed his fingers through his raven hair, trying to look somewhat presentable. Ren turned to the door as he hears you coming in.
Right away, he could sense there was something wrong. You refused to look at him, your breathing was ragged, and your posture was tense. You felt a burning in your heart, anger and despair flowing through you.
“(Y/N? What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice heavy with concern as he reached to place a gentle hand on your shoulder. But you immediately back away from his touch, as if he would burn you on contact. You finally looked up at him, and he was shocked to see tears in your eyes as you stare him down with a look of resentment. He had never seen you cry, and he had never seen you look at him this way.
“I spoke to my brother.” You say. At the mention of Hux, Ren immediately understood. His posture and expression changed from concern to almost amused. General Hux being the concerned older brother that he was, did not like the idea of Kylo Ren fraternizing with his beloved sister. He made it his personal quest to try to break the two of you apart. He believes you to be young and naive, and Ren to be angry and unstable. His words haven’t stopped you yet, you were old and skilled enough to be elevated to the status of colonel, you could make your own decisions on who you wished to be with. And you were well aware of Kylo Ren’s nature, that even with his faults it didn’t deter you from being with him.
“Oh? What did he say?” He asked. Though he sounded almost amused, you could see the anger seething inside of him. Hux’s words had managed to have an effect on you, he wondered what he could have said.
“You two got into another argument. During which you admitted that you dated me because you knew it would spite him!” You began, feeling your voice raise the more you spoke. Ren looked down, turning to face his windows. Coward, you thought, he doesn’t even have the heart to look at me. You clench your fist, fighting back the tears that managed to break through anyway. “Tell me... Tell me that I’m wrong!” You challenged. You were skilled in many things, but perception was by far your best talent. You can spot lies from light years away, even with a skilled liar such as Kylo Ren.
After a long moment, with Ren’s back turned toward you, he finally spoke. “Yes... I did.”
You could feel your heart break at this, even your training couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down your cheek. The look of betrayal was evident on your face, mixed with rage. Though, it wasn’t directed toward him, you mostly felt angry toward yourself. Angry that you let him carve his way into your heart. His sweet words, his loving touches, his attempts at making you laugh... They were all lies. And you felt stupid for falling for them, stupid in believing that Kylo Ren could possibly have any feelings other than rage and contempt. There was nothing more to say, nothing more to hear. But as you made your way to his door, you hear him coming toward you.
“Let me finish what I was saying.” You hear him call, but you refuse to look at him.
“There’s nothing more I need to hear!” You say dismissively, but feel his hand grab at yours to stop you. Out of anger, and out of reflex, your combat training kicked in. You shoot an elbow to his abdomen with your free arm, at the same time trying to wrench your hand away. You hear him grunt as the elbow landed on your mark, but his strong arms wrap around you, keeping your arms pressed against your body.
“Let me go you bastard!” You cry out in rage, but at the last word your voice cracked in a sob.
“I will not fight you! Let me finish, and you’ll never have to see or look at me again!” He promised, feeling his breath against your neck. You stop struggling; nodding as he finally let you go. Ren made his way in front of you, willing you to look at him. But you refuse, not wanting him to get any satisfaction from seeing your tears.
“Yes, I did deceive you... I hate Hux with a passion, and the quickest way to anger him was to seduce his beloved sister.” He admitted, and the words made you clench your fists. You felt sick, sick with yourself and sick because you fell for this ruse. “What I didn’t expect was what happened after...”
Ren looked at you, not at your features, but at you. Your character, your attitude, your soul. Though your face was turned away, you could feel his dark eyes scanning you. “I expected to live the rest of my life in darkness and solitude, the only thing I could confide in was the helmet of my grandfather... Then you came along...” He said, almost sounding accusatory. “You, so full of light and life. Not only are you beautiful, but you have strength. You have power and charisma to rival kings or queens. You have a fire and passion that would put blue stars to shame... Yes, our relationship began as a way to anger your brother, but it grew into something I never anticipated...”
He took a step forward toward you, you simply crossed your arms, now looking down to avoid his smoldering gaze. You weren’t sure where he was going with this, saying all these things about you. “I love you, (Y/N)...”
This threw you. Finally, you look up at him, allowing you to see the tears he had caused; your gaze scrutinized him carefully. “You’re mocking me...” You accused. It made the most sense, why else would he say these ridiculous things?
But the look in his eyes wasn’t one you expected. He looked at you with a careful regard, with a gentle nature that you never thought he was capable of. You didn’t move as he lifted his hand, gently cupping your cheek. His thumb gently wiped away one of your tears as he shook his head. “You can see that I am not...” He said, knowing your skills of perception were impeccable. You search his face, his expression, his gentle smile. Your eyes widened a bit, before your eyebrows knit together in disbelief.
“You... Love, me?...”
“Yes.” his answer was simple, finite. He stroked a lock of hair away from your beautiful face. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t think it was possible for me, but I did.” He said, carefully looking at you with eyes of flame. “I love you. And not Hux, not the Resistance, and no force in the galaxy can stop me from feeling this way toward you...” He said, now leaning down to rest his forehead against your own. “I’m sorry I hurt you. But believe me when I say I will never do it again. I will never lie to you, I will never deceive you....”
You feel tears run down your cheek, but from an entirely different emotion. “You better not!” You warn, before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him into a passionate kiss. He kissed you back with equal fervor, wrapping his arms around your waist, the loving act sealing his promise...
(in reply to the Qui-Gon request I sent in) Just something fluffy and it includes him and the reader sneaking around so the Jedi Council won't find out about their relationship?
The sun on Coruscant began its descent, just as Qui-gon began his trek across to the other side of the Jedi temple. A squadron of young padawans rounded the corner, as Qui-gon pressed his back against the wall, hoping to not be noticed. It had been this way for a awhile now. Either he or (Y/N) would sneak around the temple and spend a risky night in each others chambers, then in the early light of the morning, return to their respective area and hope no one would notice them gone.
In the beginning, he was entirely opposed to the idea, but (Y/N) wore him down. They had reached a part of him, that he had believed dead. Then he saw them, (Y/N) walked down the very hall he was hiding in. Thinking on his feet, he pulled them into a nearby closet, closing the door behind them and pinning (Y/N) between his arms.
Qui-gon chuckled as (Y/N) stood startled, eyes blinking rapidly, trying to process the change in scenery. “Well, (Y/N) fancy seeing you here.”
“Master, this is very inappropriate,” (Y/N) chided, relaxing at the sound of his voice.
“I fail to see how, (Y/N),” he joked, leaning in closer to them.
“Qui-gon, if we are caught here, we are both in a lot of trouble.”
He hummed in response, putting a quick peck on (Y/N) lips, “That’s if we get caught.”
(Y/N) gave him a light shove backward, “You were supposed to come later, not ambush me.”
Qui-gon’s back hit the door lightly, creating a moderately loud thud, that piqued the curiosity of a certain Jedi Knight. Obi Wan had been on way to his quarters after training with a group of younglings. The noise broke his concentration and stopped him in his tracks. One hand went up into his beard as he pin-pointed the location of the sound. A youngling who was walking aside him piped up, “Obi-wan, what’s wrong?”
“Ah, it’s nothing, young one. I just remembered that I have to do something. You, all go ahead without me, “ he assured the children, who shrugged and continued down the hall chatting amongst themselves.
Back inside the closet, (Y/N) and Qui-gon were back into their hasty embrace, lips inches apart. When suddenly the closet door swung open and amused voice rang out, “Well, what do we have here?”
A deep red blush spread across (Y/N)’s face as Qui-gon moved to distance himself from them, in process knocking over some cleaning supplies.
“Mater, why am I not surprised?” Obi-wan chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Obi-wan, I-I can explain myself--”
“No, need Master. I’m very aware of what is or rather was about transpire. I’m honestly more surprised at you, Master (Y/N). I would have hoped you’d be the rational one.”
(Y/N)’s blush deepened, “Obi-wan, did anyone hear?”
“Ah, no. Thankfully, just me. You both know if the council hears about this, then there’d be hell to pay.”
Qui-gon shoved Obi-wan out of the way and helped (Y/N) out of the closet. “Padawan--”
“It’s knight now, Master.”
“RIght, listen you won’t tell anyone about this, will you?” Qui-gon asked his former student.
“Tell anyone about what, Master?” Obi-wan replied innocently, “Also, try and limited your exchanges to your quarters.”
“Advice duly noted, Obi-wan,” Qui-gon siad, rolling his eyes, before giving (Y/N) a sorry, parting look and heading toward the opposite side of the temple, their rendeuvous would have to wait.
