Destined

Reading With Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: On those days when the Temple seemed to forget him and when he forgot about the duties of the Jedi, his mind was submerged in you. He would wake up beside you, spooning you impossibly close to his toned, cozy chest, and his lips would trail clumsy kisses to your earblobe. His breath hitting your neck as he asked in that raspy, morning tone what your plans would be. Your hands would find his golden locks and tangle your hands in them as you hum. "I need to catch up on my book, Ani.." Anakin leans in, his lips capturing your own in that lazy, affectionate kiss that you found yourself melting into. "Mm, 'course sweetness.." He pulled the covers off of you both, cradling you like a child as he got off the bed, you in his arms bridal style. Anakin brings you to the living room couch, setting you on his lap as he secures his mechanical arm over your waist, his face in your neck. "You forgot my book, Ani." You laugh and he smirks at you, raising his hand to the tableside where your book lay and using the Force, to bring it to rest in your lap. You roll your eyes at his showing off and begin reading, murmuring the words so he can hear as well. 

Kylo Ren: He was barely one for reading, he found it quite annoying. He had matters to deal with; a master who used him, a snarky ginger and a group of people both running to and from him. Multiple headaches and you were the respite from his exhaustion. Once he turned in, there you were, as welcoming as his bed but as alluring as a mystery. Especially when his eyes can rest on your current activity. You were reading, and he could see that you were right beside the characters in the story, and definitely did not hear the door open. Kylo takes a moment to appreciate how attractive you were. It made him feel a combination of embarrassment, but also affection. He didn't care about how he seemed like a lovesick teenager instead of a commander of a ship, he cared about the warmth of your body, the sound of your slow breath and the touch of your love that soothed his soul. He sat beside you, and rested his head on your shoulder and closed his eyes. Of course this brought you down to reality, so as you moved a hand to rest over his shoulder you hand him his own book, and he opens it without so much as a word.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi Wan adored reading, and he knew you did as well. It was sort of your own little couple thing, curling up cozy beside each other and quietly reading the day away. Occasionally getting up for restroom breaks or perhaps a fresh cup of warm tea. Words didn't need to be spoken, just the quality time with you spoke volumes. Obi sometimes believed that Jedi duties could never compare to you. His duty to you was far more encompassing than any other, alas, he still continued with his duties, because it still meant something, but he yearns for those cozy days on the sofa, the serenity of comfortable silence and the fuzzy feeling you expel just by proximity.

Christmas With Them Scenarios! (Part Two)

Anakin Skywalker: It was already planned, for you both to have a private Christmas together. He was most eager to celebrate with you after a specifically long and hard mission, being with you and in your presence brought him all the joy in the world, regardless of the holiday or not. He sat up in the middle of the night on the 23rd, meticulously handcrafting special ornaments for you and him to hang on the tree.

You and him had went to a light store in Coruscant and searched for Christmas lights, wondering what might catch either of your eyes. The moment you had found something that you both thought would go great with the medium-length tree and the special handcrafted ornaments, Anakin bought it. You both, despite having to keep your relationship secret, found it comforting to go to stores together.

On the night of the 24th, you had gotten Anakin a few presents, and though he doesn't know it, you were sure he was going to love it. The set of an exact replica of a complex pod racer, much like that of his from his younger years. You had been saving it up, passing his birthdays with other creative gifts and now, with the joy and the anticipation of finding out what one another has gotten, it seemed perfect. Although unsure of what Anakin has in store for you, it was sure to be nothing short of spectacular.

In the early morning before the sun announced itself, you were shaken awake by an eager Anakin. "Let's go, love, come on." He urged you. With a sleepy smile, you get up. He leads you to the living room, where the tree radiated the colorful glow of the lights you both had agreed on. Under the tree laid no more than four presents wrapped both neatly and bearing tags to whom it is for and from. "Anakin, it's beautiful." You breath, beaming at the dazzling display.

"It gets better." He tells you, wrapping an arm around your waist as he leads you to where he had strung up matching Stockings. You chuckle at the sight, unaware that he had done this. One of the stockings read your name and you went over to it, to see it had an assortment of your favorite candy and foods. "It's great, Ani. Wonderful." You embrace him tightly, and he wraps his arms around you as well, resting his chin atop your head. "Wanna open the presents?" He grins and with a childlike enthusiasm, you nod.

You both go over to the presents, sitting down and taking one, before looking at each other. "Ready?" Anakin asks. "Born ready." You confirm and before you both know it, you've torn through all of the presents. Anakin had gifted you a special velvet box, in which he had told you to save for last. Shrugging, you open the other one, which had been a customized lamp to show the sunrise of Coruscant. The details had been immaculate and the craftsmanship was something she had seen before but hadn't known at the same time. Nevertheless, the real thing was that Anakin and you had an incredible Christmas you both wouldn't soon forget.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Announcing the idea to him meant Obi-Wan thinking about it critically. Wondering if it would mean he would have to cancel any missions or important meetings with the Council, but after a bit of finding out, he decided he could spend this holiday with you.

Due to his loyalty to the Order and being the respective and honorable Jedi Master\General he is, he's never celebrated Christmas. However, once he met you and fell madly in love with you, he's learned to adopt whatever makes you happy or brings that loving smile to your lips that he absolutely melts for. When you explain to him what Christmas is about and that it involves a tree, lights, presents and immense joy, Obi found himself growing fondly of this upcoming holiday, despite not experiencing it yet.

The tree, lights and ornaments from your previous Christmases with yourself and\or friends and family immediately were strung flawlessly creating the display of the next few days of radiance, like a sun in the center of your guys' home. As for presents, you had figured Obi-Wan wouldn't mind if you had gotten him something he could use for a good while: a graphic-designed mug with a few detailed cats printed on it with the bolden words: Tired Cinnamon Roll. The wrapping process was one you found as easy as breathing, seeing as you had wrapped at least a few before.

You didn't think of anything that Obi could have gotten you, leaving that up to him and welcoming whatever he would give to you. But you knew Christmas wasn't just about the gifts, it was about the celebration of joy and family. In the afternoon of December 25th, you and Obi-Wan had finished breakfast and bathing together in the romantic, candlelit bathtub and were mutually eager to open the presents and stockings together. As you both took each other's present, you waited to see if he was ready, and with a nod, you both began to unwrap your presents, the delicate mug in which you had gotten for Obi-Wan was certainly dazed by the gift but nonetheless more in love with you and your kindness.

"Thank you." He whispered to you, his hand upon yours, squeezing ever so gently. "You're welcome." You smiled radiantly at him, unwrapping his gift for you, which was, a set of beautifully uniquely scented lotions and soaps, along with a few candles in which he knew you liked the smells of. At this, you place your hand over your mouth, speechless at the gifts and enchanted by the man you call your boyfriend, Christmas was now bound to become a tradition.

.

.

.

Note: Hey! This is a planned but ridiculously overdue Christmas Scenarios. I've just gotten off my Winter Break and I wanted to finish it.

Rumors

Over the past few weeks you and Obi- Wan Kenobi grew close. The two of you were assigned a mission three weeks ago together and you both worked seamlessly, Obi- Wan seemed to really respect your judgement and you. However, rumors spread throughout the Jedi council about attachments between you both, and the day you heard them, you were confronted. You made your way toward the Jedi Temple to meet with Master Yoda and Master Windu upon request, you strode down hallways until you were let into the Temple. "You requested my presence, Master?" You announced your presence, clasping your hands patiently in front of you as you glanced at both Yoda and Windu. " Yes. Are you aware of what everyone in the Jedi Order is saying about you?" Windu asks, leaning forward in his chair. "No?" You reply, perplexed. " Attachment, you have?" Yoda chimes in, regarding you with a raised eyebrow. It takes you a moment to realize that they must mean you and Obi-Wan. "What? No. Master Kenobi and I simply worked on a mission and respect one another." You said trying to maintain a respectful tone. Truth is, you actually did feel something warm and fuzzy for him, but were you about to admit this to two Jedi Masters who strictly follow the code? Of course not! Windu nods. "Very well then. You do realize that if you do grow somewhat attached to Obi-Wan, you will be kicked from the order? Jedi are not supposed to attach." Windu warns you, looking into your eyes grimly. "Yes, I know, Master Windu." You say, a soft sigh evident in your voice. Windu nods once more, leaning back in his chair. " Powerful Jedi, you are." Yoda says, gazing at you with fondness, despite what he and Windu just accused you of. You nod, remembering what you are and how you got here. You sigh this time, softly, and look up at both of the Jedi Masters. Windu nods, signaling you can leave, you bow slightly and sweep out of the room. You were incredibly glad that Obi-Wan was on a mission with his Padawan, Anakin. You had hoped, with all that you could, that he had not heard of the rumors and wanted to not be friends with you anymore, you didn't know if you could handle that. You graced the hallways, thinking, about your feelings for Obi-Wan that you just couldn't hide and basically everyone in the entire Jedi order knew or were beginning to suspect these feelings of yours to be true, not matter if you try to hide it anymore. Sighing deeply, you place your hands on your head and look at the floor, until you hear footsteps and voices. "I'm sure she doesn't know, Master." "How can you be so sure, my young apprentice?" It sounded like exactly what you had been dreading: Anakin and Obi-Wan. You take your head out of your hands, placing them, clasped, behind your back and gazing thoughtfully out the window. Maybe they would get the hint you were busy thinking? "Ah, my former apprentice, Y\N." Obi-Wan greets you. You squeezed your eyes shut in utter frustration before turning to the Master Jedi Knight and you smile warmly. " Master Kenobi." You greet him back with the level of respect you would normally show him. " I see you're in thought?" He asks you, crossing his arms. "I was, yes." You reply, bringing your hands to your chest and holding them in a business-like manner. Obi-Wan laughs softly and looks at you. "Well, in that case, I must apologize." You smile reassuringly. "Anyway, Master, may I be excused?" Anakin says, rolling his eyes slightly. Obi-Wan shushes him and waves his hand before looking back at you. "You really do have a fascination with the ones that don't seem to listen to you." You joke. "Oh, you know... You weren't that bad." Obi-Wan replies, smirking at you. " Well, I must disagree." You laugh. "You really weren't." He insists. You smile and remember the rumors again, had he heard them? You decided to take a chance. "Hey, have you heard of the rumors going around?" You asked, your face displaying obvious curiosity. He thinks for a minute and his face becomes slightly more serious. "I have." He answers simply. "Do you believe them?" You ask, anxiously waiting.

To hear that Matthew died, hurt my heart. Not just my heart but myself, meaning I couldn't help myself from rewatching Friends. I've always been specifically fond of Matt and his characters... he was a gift, what can I say? Alas, he's dead.... I miss you, Matt.

Yeah, yeah. I accept either way, obviously

Tomorrow 😏

- 🐎

BET

.

.

.

Miniature Surprise

Reluctantly, you walk into work, going to your undecorated and bland office space. Colors such as dull white, brown and grey fill your head and give you an almost instant headache. As you sit down on your desk chair you were surprised to see something, new, decorative on your desk.

A small Funko Pop toy, and peering closer, you learned it was Darth Vader. You instantly smile and let out a small chuckle, picking the toy up. You twirl it around to get more information about it. It was your first merchandise from any Fandom you've been in.

You had no idea whom gifted it to you, or knew you were so fond of Star Wars, but it most certainly wasn't a secret that you were into Star Wars, as you've always been keen on bringing it up. Nonetheless, you were radiant to know someone went out of their way to give you something, it almost brought tears to your eyes.

The rest of the work day passed with more light than you would've thought. Your mood had lifted and you smiled more, of course, granting you some raised eyebrows and whispers from your co-workers. But who cares? You finally had something to look forward to: where would you put the gift?

Driving back home, you noticed a change to how the day was going: No traffic despite the busy hour, a cloudless sky, reflecting the bright sun and gorgeous sky. A surge of happiness flows through you, encouraging you do enjoy the day more. You get home, and find the perfect place to place the mini Darth Vader, admiring it as you decide in stone that it looks perfect.

Then, you go outside, with a book, sit on a comfortable blanket with your favorite drink in the sunlight. Everything around you felt perfect, despite whatever flaws there might be. You really enjoyed this day and the pleasant surprise on your desk.

For the Star Wars fans!

Tags:

@bunnie-online

First Glance (Part Eleven)

Warnings: Revenge of the Sith Spoilers, distressing content, manipulation, possessive Anakin, and mentions of death. Proceed with Caution.

Upon turning around, you were met with a sight for a more prepared personnel. Standing in front of you so very proudly, is the infamous and ruthless Sith Lord Count Dooku, his curved, red lightsaber activated and pointed directly at you, at this sight you know you must play it calmly. Even despite every instinct and fiber in your body telling you to run, call for help or... that's when you realize the radio device in your hand, is probably the only chance of survival.

Especially when your master's voice can be heard ringing through it calling, "Y\N? Y\N, come in! Are you in trouble?" But you were forced to ignore those calls and fight against the almost overwhelming urges to make a break for it, because you were a Jedi, no longer a padawan in this instance. "Well, hi, Count." You greet with the calmest tone you can manage. With a chuckle, Count Dooku retracts his lightsaber, keeping it at his side. "The young, but controversial padawan herself... look at you, almost a Jedi." He muses, his slicked back grey-silver hair illuminated greatly in the ample light. "How did you know where to find me?" You inquire, gazing back at him as if his presence was not a major disturbance in the Force.

"I was not looking for you, I assure you. Merely on a trade for the Droid Army, you see, I am their leader. They depend on me." He tells you. "Why would you need to go to Kamino?" You slowly begin to interrogate him, thinking you can use this to your advantage when you return back to the Jedi Temple. "The same reason you must be here, despite the becoming a Jedi part." You nod and to your great surprise and horror, whichever, he moves closer, instinctively, your hand flies to your lightsaber tucked away in your robes. "The army..." You whisper in realization. "You know something, Y\N? You would not make for a bad Sith. With your intelligence and strategic mind, you can make the galaxy yours." You stare up at the Count, his words catching you off balance. "Excuse me? No. I am a Jedi." Count Dooku lets out a low chuckle, standing not too close to you but not exactly too far from you either.

"I can use the Force too. I can sense in you something the other Jedi can only guess. You don't know what you've become, a simple Jedi padawan with such a level of feelings for a fellow padawan whom is at war with himself as we speak or nothing short of a mess." Count Dooku's words tear through your heart as a child would their Christmas presents, your eyes widen as you find yourself unable to speak in turn to his shockingly true words. You find yourself conflicted. "Come with me. We shall meet someone you know will turn you for good." Gazing up at him and his outstretched hand, a storm of uncertain and certainly not Jedi faithful thoughts cloud your mind. Should you stay or go? What would become of you? What are you doing? In a fleeting moment, you make a decision, taking his hand, you surrender to your inner desires, your fears. With a smile of nothing short of cockiness and malice, Count Dooku leads you away from the world you've known all your life.

"Anakin, what are you doing?!" Calls an angry Obi-Wan and Council. "You haven't even looked into it? What would you call yourselves if not cowards?!" Anakin angirly snaps. "Listen to us, Anakin! For just a moment longer!" Anakin turns around, marching back to the center of the Jedi Council's room, gazing around at the members as if they committed the most heinous of crimes. "Y\N will be found. She only lost connection with us at the moment, that is no sign that she is in danger." Windu tries to reason with the hard-headed boy. "She will be found." He says, sounding more like he is trying to convince himself than anyone else, as if he cannot believe she lost connection at all. Ki-Adi voices his concerns following this outburst by Skywalker. "I do believe she might be facing something, Master Windu. I think it best if someone checks on her, to confirm she is safe." Yoda nods in agreement, turning to Windu. "A point, Master Ki-Adi has. Finding Y\N should be highest on our priorities." Windu nods and so do a collective few other members, at this, Anakin is instantly overjoyed. "I shall!" He happily volunteers and without missing a beat, the masters deny him.

"Because Master Ki-Adi mentioned it, I believe he should be the one." Says one member. "I agree, it should only take a few days at most." Agrees Obi-Wan. "Agree, I do." Replies Yoda. "It's decided then, Master Ki-Adi will be in charge of locating and confirming Y\N's safety." The members nod. And just like that, the meeting is dissolved. Anakin, once more finding himself in a fit of absolute rage, goes to cool off in this only way, building things, as he goes outside to work on his ship. He finds himself pondering if you would even contact him upon realizing you are in danger, if you were to die, would you want your last moments to be with him? He sighs as he begins disassembling small parts of his ship, that he cannot use because of his punishments and the very unlikeliness to be given a mission. If he could, he would fly to you, check on you, hold you, maybe reassure you if you needed it, apologize for his outburst at you hours before you left, maybe kiss you... God, the amount of times he has fantasized about kissing you, the thought does manage to creep in at night and make him unable to sleep. But he does, oh so very much dream of you.

The next day, when Ki-Adi gets geared up to locate you, Anakin watches, both feeling defeated but annoyed, annoyed he has just stand by and let you get potentially rescued by some other guy... but he ultimately has to swallow the bitter pill. Ki-Adi lands on the stormy planet of Kamino hours later. He goes inside to investigate Lama Su's appearances of you and notices your ship still there. He communicates this to the Jedi Council and proceeds. When Lama Su tells him that he indeed has seen you before and spoken to you, Ki-Adi immediately mentions this to the Council, saving Anakin another unneeded heart attack. However, at Lama's words that the last time he had seen you was when you asked to study the Clone Army once more, and that was it. Actually, he did mention hearing a few strange noises as if two people were having an intense conversation but Lama was not able to confirm that it was actually yours further provoking the Jedi's thoughts, hidden or not, that you had been somehow harmed.

Ki-Adi searched your ship, but saw nothing, except that you had left your supplies, such as food and water, proving to the Jedi that you were taken. Returning back to the Order, the Jedi all contemplated what to do furtherly as a group, Anakin being one of them. Your sudden disappearance startling Anakin but awakening something much sinister inside him. Without thinking of anything else, Anakin makes an excuse to speak to Chancellor Palpatine about this. "What is it, Anakin?" Palpatine asks with a sudden smile. "It's about someone close to me, a fellow padawan and a friend. They've gone missing." Anakin begins pacing around the grand office of the Supreme Chancellor, trying to sort out his scattered thoughts. "What about this 'someone'? Under what circumstances have they disappeared under?" Anakin hesitates a moment. "That's what we don't know. I mean, she's gone. This person, to me, is something beyond the comprehension of a simple padawan or a close friend...." He takes another long moment, thinking of how to word what you are to him.

"I love her." He ends firmly, his eyes, lit with a fire of rage, possessiveness and relief, relief at finally letting his pent-up feelings and the truth about you out to someone, including himself. Palpatine nods solemnly, sympathizing with Anakin's confession. "What do you plan to do about her vanishing?" That's what Anakin was dreading to be asked, as he had no idea what he would do. "I don't know. But it's not going to be good." At this, Palpatine suppresses a silent but malevolent grin. "Remember the anguish and anger you felt when you found your mother? The burning urge for revenge? Is that what you are feeling now?" Palpatine's voice takes a turn for the worse, sounding more sinister than ever, replacing his usual normal, caring tone. "Yes. It's not fair. How a Jedi Master, who does not care for Y\N gets to rescue her and learn about her being taken while I have to suffer with the expectation to be calm about it. It's insulting." Anakin blurts out angrily, his eyebrows arching in an angry expression. "Yes... and you came to me. Do you know what I recommend?" Anakin turns his back on the Chancellor, standing still but listening, quite intently.

"I recommend, Anakin, that you release your anger, in any possible way you see fit. You are aware of the Dark Side. You have hate, anger, save Y\N and all this time you have been locking it up. Let it out, Anakin. Let. It. Out." With This, Anakin storms out of the Chancellor's office, his intentions nothing short of ill-willed, he storms to the Jedi Council, his hand directly on his lightsaber as he storms into the Jedi Temple, the Council members, whom are still in session with their meeting about you, stare at him as if he was crazy. Activating his lightsaber he unseathed from his hip.

Meanwhile, you are seated in a luxurious but no doubt dark liar. Count Dooku approaches you and takes your hand, leading you inside another room, where countless Droids are all piloting a ship, a Neimoidian, no doubt the captain of the ship spouting commands left and right, to a room with a hologram of a figure, draped in black with a hood covering their eyes awaiting. "Lord Sidious, here she is." The figure, with it's arms seemingly stuck to it's chest, turns to you menacingly. "Jedi padawan Y\N L\N. It seems the offer and temptation struck a specific desire in you. I know you are separated from your precious Jedi on the mission to Kamino, where you were t recruit the awaiting manufactured Clone Army to return with the hope of being promoted to Jedi Mistress, as you wanted so badly." You nod, facing the hologram with both fearing but curious eyes. "Yes, t-that's right." You confirm and the hologram laughs, a sort of suffocated laugh, evil in nature.

"Your worshipped Anakin.... well, he's broken because of you. And here you are, standing in front of me, practically begging to be turned to the Dark Side." You nod once more. "That's right. But, Anakin, in what way is he broken?" With a twisted smile, Sidious explains. "Well, he's already turned to the Dark Side, in short. And it is all your fault. Your willingness to turn has well.... a reversed sort of effect on your beloved." Your eyes widen at this news. Anakin, turning? "Please, let me speak to him. Take me back." You try to demand. "If you prove yourself worthy, of course. Your master, Mace Windu has been opposed as a threat to the Sith. You must terminate him, show no mercy." You take a moment to decide and with a nod, you confirm you will do this. "I shall."

.

.

.

Tags:

@sweetcheesecakesblog

@haydenpookiebear

Note: Sidious is down to the point ngl and not necessarily in character but it is my little version of Revenge of the Sith basically with a younger Ani and with you so I don't really care tbh but yeah. Part Twelve is going to come with a ridiculous amount of warnings.

They're Jealous Scenarios!

Han Solo: Maybe he was mistaken. He could've sworn he could see you speaking to one of the Resistance Pilots, a little smile cropped onto your gorgeous face. The same smile that you give him when he retorts with a snarky comment or a sardonic (playful) insult. And if that was correct, and he is 99.9% sure it is, why is it projected toward this bum?

With an adrenaline rush, he strides over to the pair of you, cutting your stupid conversation in two. Han's arm finds it's way to your upper back as he inserts himself into the interaction. He glares at the guy, his gaze too intense to match with that goofy grin on his face, which seems so out of place "I'm sure this is a lovely conversation, but we gotta go, bigger fish to fry. Don't we, sweetheart?" Then, he's tugging you away before you can reply. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

The feeling that shot through him at the sight of you, so close to someone else, when you really did not need to be, it made his blood boil. "What kinda business do ya got with a guy like that, anyway?" Han's tone was firm, he really wanted to hear your answer. "None! I know that, it was just a conversation, Han." He scoffed and threw up his arms, almost defensively. "You just said it, none! You got no business talking to a bum like that! Come on, you're so much more than what you make yourself out to be, love." You frown but hug him anyways, sighing heavily.

Anakin Skywalker: He knew the feeling of jealousy well, too well. One might even call them friends and lovers. You, were his light, his angel, his sweetness. But he knew what was not what other guys saw in you, of course not, they saw you as something too low, a mere object. You were so much more, you had value, you had brightness, you shine, like the sun.

So when he could clearly see you being flirted with, flattered and random men in your vicinity, too close, and the clearly uncomfortable body language of yours, his mind went into husband mode, protectiveness, instinct to make you smile again, he moved over to the men. His gaze was like daggers, and threatening, those blue eyes that were the symbols of love, adoration, devotion and unspeakable, unwavering commitment to you, replaced by threats, searing jealousy and protection. He asked the men a simple question, "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see they are uncomfortable? Huh?" The men scrambled and spoke overlapping about their reasonings but Anakin couldn't hear more than, "We just wanted to show them a good time."

Within those few seconds, rage. All he could see was red. He used the force to send them flying back with ferocity. Once they hit a wall, he bent his fingers ever so slightly, force-choking them. But once you protested, he stopped. The men scurried off like mice. He turned back to you, seeing your face, no longer tainted by uncomfortability and now happiness, happiness because the guys were gone. "Thank you, Ani." He smiles, those pearly blue eyes melting into soft orbs of adorability. Oh, how, he loved you and it showed.

Kylo Ren: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren had faults. Flaws. Everyone knew that. To name a few: Anger issues, possessiveness and protection-issues and jealousy. He trained himself, he had such discipline and a higher goal to be like Vader that he always found himself being told off by you to slow down. Not work too hard.

You resemble to him, his mother. You carried such qualities of determination, hope, gentleness but a tendency to become firm if need be, and you always remained honest to him. Always.

However, that did not mean that everyone saw this in you. Frequently a group of women or men would hit on you, and it always ended in a fight. Because someone said something biting to him or you, and Kylo lost it. He always promised to you that he couldn't help it, and you knew this. The situation now with one of your higher ranking officials was getting out of hand and you were solving it, your own way. And you knew if Kylo had seen, it would become worse and violent.

The officer of yours seemed to not be getting the hint from your calm and collected words and you felt the anger boil in your blood and the officer said something insensitive and in a blinding flash, something black soared past you and knocked down the officer to the floor like a bowling ball hitting pins. It happened so fast, the officer couldn't even let out a scream, or a yelp. And when the moment past and your mind caught up to the situation, it was Kylo. You were frozen, and did not react immediately but when you did, Kylo was heaving, the officer's face was like something a scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but you scrambled to take Kylo away before the officer was dead. You called a medic and ran away. You did not even have to ask him what the hell that was, he was already talking.

"I can't believe the disrespect and vulgar language you get. They are tools, but they think that they are have potential to be more. My love, you're no object, you know? Not for anyone's pathetic usage, you're a person, and you're mine. My love, my beauty and my life. Always." He says before capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, with an underlying tenderness.

.

.

.

Getting Them Pets (Part two)

Luke Skywalker: You both had agreed you wanted something to take care of, and given your guys' history with other animals: stray dogs, cats, birds, fish and a few bunnies, it was no problem. The only problem was: what to get? Luke wants a couple hamsters, and you? You wanted a rabbit. Now, as you and Luke speak to store-owners and even random traders, you cannot seem to find neither.

Sighing, Luke thanks the store owner and walks out with you. "I don't think today's our day." He frowns, crossing his arms to his chest. "What? Have a little faith, Luke." You urge, determined to get a pet. "You're right." He sighs a bit, regaining his normal smile. As you both walk down the road, you see a pen, filled with a group of pigs, chickens and two cows. In the big group of mud covered pigs, you can make out a tiny little figure, it was sniffing the mud and eating some scraps. "Oh!" You gasp, eyes lighting up with a radiant fire. "Luke, let's go here!" You practically scream with excitement and hope. "Huh? Why? What is it, Y\N?" He tilts his head, but you grab his arm and scramble over to the store. "Can I help you?" The owner asks, his voice bored and uninterested. "Yes! I'd like the baby pig that you have in the back." The store owner nods. "Sure. $230." He demands, and Luke's face contorts in disbelief, but seeing that your mood resembled determination and fierceness, he paid. The owner gave you the piglet, which was actually a girl. That night, you both had a fun time giving the piglet a bath, staying up discussing name ideas and just having fun getting to know the new addition to your family.

Anakin Skywalker: It was the first time you guys discussed anything of the sort. Ani asked you multiple questions regarding what kind of pet, what would it be, look like, etc. Of course, you had no idea what you wanted, so you did a LOT of research on what could be suitable for a couple. Ultimately, you decided a bunny would be good, coming to Anakin with the idea wasn't going to be difficult.

And it wasn't. Quickly, you both travelled to the planet in which the bunny was likely to be in, picked one (and had fun petting, feeding and playing with the others) and then bought it. Along with the crate, food, collective toys and a few treats and a cozy little interior. The bunny was a fluffy white girl, in which the naming seemed perfect, you wanted to settle for Leah, or Amy. Again, the idea with Ani was settled as soon as he heard the names. In the end, Leah was picked. The three of you eager to start a new chapter of your lives.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Immediately, he was open to the idea. Knowing it was something like a new chapter, and you seemed very adamant and enthusiastic about the idea of a pet. Even better, you had a plan for which one and damn, did you have a great convincing plan. However, Obi-Wan being the kind, open-minded man, he did not need convincing (or at least too much, seeing as though looking at you convinced him in the first place.)

So, you both started your journey for a Belgian Malinois, a stubborn, alert and protective dog breed. The thought of having something as intimate as a shared pet to strengthen your bond was something that sparked excitement and determination in your heart. As you met the breeder of the herding dog, Obi-Wan started speaking of how it was your and his first pet and you had been very set on a Belgian Shepherd. The breeder nodded in understanding, indulging Obi-Wan in a short conversation about the breed, as you went to observe the dogs and puppies. The gorgeous amber eyes, black muzzles and a combination of amber and black in the two layers of coat, made you swoon even more. Eventually, the breeder and Obi-Wan disengaged and went over to pick one, and yet again, you found the perfect one: a boy, and about a year old so not impossible to teach. You plead with your boyfriend for the dog and he caves in easily, the breeder offers a reasonable amount of money and you two bring the dog back home. At first, he was weary, but he came to after a few months, now as loving and compassionate as you dreamed.

Hehehe

how’s everyone doin tonight i just broke tumblr