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Anakin really, REALLY, likes Star Wars.

THIS IS TOO GOOD LMAO

ahsoka: you know that voice in your head that tells you you’re doing something kinda wrong?

anakin: you mean the one that sounds like obi-wan?

I'm Pansexual, which means I'm attracted to the floor as of now.

Um... I mean sure.

I'm asexual which means I'm attracted to the exit.

Well...I mean...accurate?

SILCO

So, an update on upcoming works! 

The two main pieces in the works at the moment are currently without titles, but, I think you’ll like them regardless! 

Royal!Silco x reader  Vander x reader 

Both of these are slow-burns, so I’d suggest putting aside a few minutes here and there when they eventually get published!

Shoved in the closet // König x reader

Summary: You give the colonel a handjob in a storage cupboard!

Warnings: 18+ content; Semi-public sex, handjob that transitions into a brief blowjob, little bit of submissive König after he leads for like... Two minutes, porn without much plot tbh, there's like... Mild exposition to satisfy my brain (it became not mild). Maybe badly written? Idk, indulge me here, I wanted to write smut.

Words: 4.7K

Notes:  Pushing myself a bit, doing kinktober prompts at my own pace, as you do. Was very excited that the first prompt ended up being assigned to one of my favourite characters. I kind of imprinted on reader whilst writing this.... Whoops. Oh well :3 Left at somewhat of a cliffhanger because I didn't know where to write after that... My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

It wasn't entirely clear what you and König were - and the lines had been blurry for quite a while now. Some things were clear, thankfully; you were squad-mates, you had saved one another's life far more than either of you ever wanted or cared to admit. So, in that regard, you were at least colleagues - perhaps you could even push it to friends. At least, you thought so. That was until about four months ago, when the two of you opted to share a bed one operation. For tactical reasons, König had told you. It wouldn't have done to get up at the crack of dawn, one of you with an aching back because you'd decided to sleep on the floor. When you'd tried to argue with him, saying that you'd both slept in far worse conditions than this, he would have none of it.

It had been a good night's sleep, that you wouldn't deny, but you wagered only part of the reason for that was the fact you were sleeping on an actual bed. The other part of the reason, was the fact that you had eventually ended up tangled in one another's arms. It was... Comfortable. Neither of you spoke of it after that, you didn't dare bring it up and he didn't either. By the end of that week, when you had returned to base with the rest of your team, you thought he had forgotten about the ordeal. He, in fact, had not. Your main clue to this was the fact that he seemed to linger somewhere near you at every chance he could, until lights out. At which point, he would then skulk off down the hall to his own quarters, his glowering expression mostly obscured by his hood.

It took a week and a half of this behaviour until you proposed sitting together in the canteen, and König eagerly agreed. Well, eagerly for him; a low, rumbling hum in his chest as he slowly nodded, accompanied shortly after with a quiet 'Ja'. So, that was your arrangement. You'd queue up together, grab your trays of meagre food, then sit at a table next to one another - usually just the pair of you - to eat. You quite enjoyed it, and so did he. As the weeks passed, he started talking to you. Not much at first, only simple questions. How was your day? Do you like the food today? Over time, your conversations get longer, slightly less awkward. You're one of the very few people that he actually chooses to speak with, and it feels... Nice. The pair of you had grown very close, and König eventually admitted that he hadn't had such a close friend in a very long time. In that moment, being his friend felt like a tremendous honour, to say the least. You were so focused on the newly started fluttering in your chest that you hardly registered your cheeks heating up. König must have noticed, the crinkle of his eyes under the mask betraying the houndish smile you imagined him to have. He didn't make a comment, though, he just wandered down the hall, you eventually following suit to take your usual shared stroll back to your respective sleeping quarters.

It wasn't until König was deployed again, this time without you, that you realised exactly how close you had become. It felt nothing short of wrong to go to the canteen and sit by yourself. The seat beside you felt glaringly empty, and sitting with other squadmates didn't help. For three weeks you endured this perpetual empty feeling. The feeling of something not quite right, something missing. You tried not to acknowledge it too much. If you did, how would you even admit it to König? He had only just started to outwardly call you his friend, how the hell would he handle discovering you possibly have romantic feelings for him? So, you shoved it down; filled your days with training, going through the motions and throwing yourself completely into your usual routine outside of deployment. You were given a few smaller operations, but nothing that lasted more than three days at a time - and that helped. At the end of this particular deployment, short though it was, you were greeted with a rather tall surprise. König, waiting for you.

"Good to see you home again in one piece." He mused to you when you got within earshot, putting his arm round your shoulder as you walked down the hall to the base proper, side by side. "You are just in time for lunch." "König, it's nearly four in the afternoon.." You chuckled as you shook your head. "It may as well be dinner time." "Did you have your rations at lunch time?" "Well, no, I was-" "Then it is lunch, hm?" The look in König's eye could only be described as playful, but you knew that beneath that, he was at least a little bit concerned - despite the cold and hard demeanour he put up for the rest of the team and company, he was always a sweetheart to you, in his own way. "We will get back into our usual routine soon enough." He told you, as he gently squeezed your shoulder and leaned in slightly closer, so he could speak lowly in your ear. "I know it is important to you." Rationally you knew that he was probably only saying this as a friend, a small part of your brain jammed at the sound of his voice being so close to you, so husky in comparison to what it usually was. You worked hard to suppress the instinctive giggle that rose in your throat; you just about managed to get it to leave you as little more than a throaty hum. It satisfied König, though, and that was a relief. The rest of the walk to the canteen was quiet, and you became increasingly aware of the fact that his hand was still perched on your shoulder, unmoving. It wasn't that you disliked it - far from it. It was just... Mildly unusual. But you didn't bring it up; it was comforting, to have that contact with him after such a long time apart.

From there, it almost felt like any other day that you and König went to get food together. Standing in line together, grabbing a tray one after the other. You sat at one of the many empty tables, thigh to thigh, and König placed his cake bar onto your tray, carefully smushing it against the one you already had, to make sure it didn't fall into another section. "Willkommen zurück." Before you could protest, the Austrian had already begun to dig into his meal, leaning forward so that he could get the food to his mouth under the hood, which he still refused to remove in public, even after over two decades in the military. You hadn't realised you'd been all but gawking at him, until you felt his hand gently patting at your thigh. "Eat," He told you as he gestured to your untouched tray with his fork. "You must be starved." You began eating at that; there wasn't really anything to rebuke with, was there? Though, you did feel a flutter in your chest at the care König showed. It wasn't alien to you by any means, but after your time apart, it felt refreshing. New, almost. His hand remained on your thigh, and you made no move to remove it or tell him to stop, the gentle rub of his thumb against your camo trousers a soothing touch. You weren't sure when your hand slid over to his thigh to return the gesture, but he didn't protest either.

It must've been about ten minutes later that you noticed König had stopped eating, having instead chosen to push some of his remaining food around on his plate. "..König? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from whatever haze he had gotten stuck in, and his eyes landed on you. You started to move your hand from his leg - you figured that perhaps he was uncomfortable after all, but was just too anxious to say anything to you. With a speed you hadn't expected from a man who was just so lost in his own thoughts, König grabbed your wrist, and slowly moved your hand to rest on his thigh once more. After a moment or so, he glanced down at your hand, before he carefully guided it higher. "There. I like it there." He told you with a firm nod, as if this were a usual thing the pair of you did. "I..." The words faltered for a moment in your throat, as you tried to comprehend the fact that your hand was now not even four inches away from his crotch. ".. Was only going to ask if, uh.. I just noticed that you weren't eating.." You finally managed to get out. "I am... satisfied." Was his only response, as you dared your fingers to trail slightly higher. You heard his breath hitch under his hood, as you continued to move higher still. It was slow, tentative even. Despite his bold move of placing your hand so close to the apex of his thighs initially, you were still convinced that he would tell you to stop. You would, of course, if he told you to, but he didn't. You eventually did stop your hand, and you could already feel his cock beginning to strain against his trousers.

You froze. Was this reciprocation? Or just one of those natural reactions? God how you hoped, desperately, that it was the former. You were sure already, with this aspect of your relationship barely breached, that to have him, to have all of him, would be nothing short of heaven. Pure bliss, even. You were broken out of your desire fuelled haze by König abruptly pushing his food tray away from him. You immediately jerked your hand away from him. "You alright, König?" You quickly asked, your worry all too obvious in your tone. Just as before, he took your wrist in his hand, his gaze turning to you. There was no fear, nor aggression in his eyes. He tugged gently at your arm, as if to take you somewhere, but he didn't move an inch. "König?" You repeat quietly, trying to grab his attention; he seemed to be in an entirely different world, lost deep in his own thoughts. "We should... Find somewhere else." His voice was quiet - much like how it used to be when the pair of you started speaking properly outside of missions. He still made no move to get up, so you took it upon yourself to gently help him to his feet, quickly guiding him out of the canteen so that no-one would notice his predicament.

Your mind was racing as you led König down the weaving hallways of your complex. Either of your quarters felt so far away in that moment. Too far away. It was all too likely that someone would bump into you both, and quite possibly spot the ever-growing tent that König was pitching in his trousers. Thanks to his height, for some of your fellow soliders, it may be a bit difficult to miss. With few options left, your eyes spied an inconspicuous door coming up on your left-hand side along the hall. It was primarily used for cleaning supply storage, but you vaguely remember it being somewhat roomy. It'd do, for now at least. Without a single word passing your lips, you began to drag König towards it, throwing open the door as you hauled the much taller man in with you. His back collided with one of the shelves, causing the various bottles to rattle for a moment, before they settled.

"A... Cupboard?" He asked, sounding vaguely wary. "Do you want someone to see your raging hard-on as I drag you down the hall?" König cleared his throat at your question, shaking his head slowly, the movement barely even perceptible with his hood. "That's what I thought." You huff - it's almost a chuckle, but not quite. You didn't need to see his face to know that his cheeks were a searing red. You could almost visualise the bashfulness on his face; his eyes darting to look anywhere but your face were an obvious giveaway. You considered your options for a moment, with two obvious choices; you could use your hand, or your mouth. Your hands would be easiest, and you weren't sure if your mouth would be... Too forward, for the first time between the pair of you. You settled on the former as you started to fiddle with König's belt. It was smooth and solid, like most military buckles. The very same second that you managed to unclip it, you heard König draw in a sudden, deep breath. You glanced up as his hands snake around your wrists, prying your hands away with a surprisingly tender touch. “Let me… Please.” His voice was quiet; nervous. He wanted it - by God did he want it - but he wanted  to take it slow, or at least as slow as you both were able, being somewhat exposed. Someone could walk into the cupboard at any given moment. You let him take the lead as you moved your hands away, giving him the space that he needed to flick off his belt, and start tugging his trousers down to his mid-thigh. The outline of his cock left little to the imagination now; straining against the charcoal grey of his boxers, a damp spot where the fabric nestled against his tip. You watched as his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his underwear, slowly drawing them down. You couldn’t help the slackness of your jaws as more of his happy trail and broad hips were revealed to you - it was a truly gorgeous sight. 

König noticed your staring after a moment, how intently your eyes were trained on the few centimeters of cock exposed to you. His cheeks, though invisible to you, flushed with a heat he had never known before. To be seen in this way - as something other than just the inhumanly tall colonel, or your closest friend - was nothing short of… Exhilarating. He adjusted his wrist slightly, so that he was more holding the waistband out to you than pulling it down himself - a quiet offer of you taking that final step, of removing the last barrier between the two of you. You gave a subtle shake of your head at him, an almost sly smile playing at your lips. You just about caught the slight widening of his eyes as he realised you wanted him to do it. He couldn’t exactly deny you - he didn’t want to deny you. So, with a few more gentle pulls at the fabric, he finally freed himself from the confines of his underwear.  Your mind had gone practically blank as soon as your gaze drifted to his cock, with a small bead of pre-cum already beading at the tip. You’d not even touched him properly yet, and he was already leaking. With a careful hand, you swiped your thumb over  the slit, collecting it before you brought it up to your mouth, quickly cleaning the digit with an efficient dart of your tongue. “Someone’s eager, hm?” You asked him, watching his eyes as he averted his gaze once more. König’s cheeks were burning again, he could feel it, and he was ever so thankful for the covering over his face; not that he was embarrassed by his reaction, not entirely, he more just didn’t want you to think ill of him, for being so weak for you. Had anyone been this way for you before? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to cloud his head with the idea that you had been with someone else before him, the very thought made his gut churn. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but the notion alone that you had been held intimately and been intimate with someone who wasn’t him made his blood bubble, and his fingers twitch. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath, as he brought himself back into the present. “Just… A little.. Schatz…” König told you, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I cannot lie that I’ve… Thought about us a… A few times.” He admitted, as his eyes trailed to watch your hand drift back to his cock, a gasp slipping his lips as you wrapped your whole hand around it. You started with a slow, steady rhythm, base to tip then back again. “Though… My fantasies never included a cupboard…” He chuckled, breath hitching in his throat again as you paused your stroking, trailing your thumb on the sensitive skin on the underside of the head. “... Neither did mine.” You confessed to him. “Usually we were in one of our bunks… Or, in my more ‘risque’ ones, one of our homes…” You chuckled, as König tilted his head back, resting it on a shelf behind him. His hand moved to stay on a slightly lower shelf as he tried to support himself. The attention you paid to his aching cock was making his knees weak. In truth, he was surprised that his legs hadn’t given out yet, nor had he blown his load prematurely. All he could offer in reply to your words was a faint hum - not quite strained, but not particularly loud either; he was clearly holding himself back, not wanting to let slip a noise that could potentially alert anyone who passed by of what mild debauchery was taking place behind that thin door. 

Your hand followed the hitching of his breath, teasing the underside of his cock for a short while, before resuming that gentle, rhythmic stroking that you had begun with. You watched his chest rise and fall, as he tried to keep a grip on himself. He was succeeding thus far, at least. You leant into him, pressing your torso to his, 

revelling in how warm his chest was beneath his shirt. For being such a strong man, his chest was… Surprisingly soft. You could almost mistake it for pillows, if not for the steady, deep heaving as he both tried to keep himself quiet and catch his breath. Every few strokes, his chest would tense for a moment as his hips bucked seemingly of their own accord. It would go on for a few seconds, before a ragged breath would rattle from his throat - a barely disguised moan. You could feel your heart flutter against your ribs as you pressed yourself into him even more. “Are you alright, König?” Your voice was gentle to him, not quite a croon, but close. König didn’t trust his voice, knowing that it was more likely that his voice would crack in several ways if he tried to utter even one word in reply. So, he only nodded. He tried to keep up the steady amount of friction that you were giving him by drawing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock across the palm of your hand as if he were possessed by some unseen force of pure lust.

“You’re doing so well…” You cooed, resting your free hand on his hip, to gently guide his hips at a more steady pace, rather than the almost frantic rabbit-like bucks he was doing.  “Just… Slow it down a little bit, sweethea-”

“Can’t,” Came the Austrian’s raspy reply. “Mist…” His chest was heaving even harder than it was before. He had started to strain, eyes clamped shut as he tried desperately to hold himself back - to take his mind off of the feeling for a moment, to distract himself, anything, to try and prolong both his pleasure, and his time with you. Your touch was like heaven to him; you seem to know exactly how to stroke him, how to twist your hand just so. It felt like he was on fire in the best way, burning hot and mere seconds from combusting with such a force he’d flicker out. He just about manages to register the fact that your strokes had changed slightly in pace whilst his thoughts battle against one another, and he cracks one eye open to try and see what you were up to. 

And there you were; having sunk down to your knees. He could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest, even if only for a moment. Even his most vivid fantasies could not compare to the electric thrill you sent through his chest, and straight down to his cock. He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to you, gently caressing your cheek as you started to lean in. “Schatz?” His voice was quiet, and still somewhat ragged from his heavy breathing. “König?” You replied, in a similar voice. It made his heart flutter. “What are you doing?” His question didn’t hold any malice or heat - he  was just asking. “Well…” You shrugged lightly as you tried to think of how to quickly, and succinctly, relay your thoughts to him. 

How, in your shared lust-filled haze, were you to explain to him that, despite this being your first time with one another, you had been so completely overcome with the very idea with him, with bringing him pleasure - that you had thrown that small, nagging thought of it being ‘too soon’ to take this specific leap out of the window? “Just thought that… You might like it, is all..” You smiled up at him, and as you fluttered your eyelashes, you felt a hand gently caress the back of your head. You could just about hear König’s ragged breathing, how he was just barely managing to keep himself together. Oh, how feral you made him. You could see the glint in his eye - and it drove you wild, too. 

Without another thought, you took the head of his cock between your lips, one of your hands moving to rest on the man’s chest in a vague and vain attempt to soothe him into quietness. The groan that had escaped his lips was almost worryingly loud. “Verdammt.. Oh, Schatz..” His breathless babbles told you all that you needed or wanted to know; he was in heaven. He kept trying to look down at you, but catching even a glimpse of that sinful vision caused his hips to jerk of their own accord, almost forcing his cock down your throat. And though the idea of having you swallow near enough the entire thing was appealing to the Austrian, he was just as content to just have you as you were now - just a cross or taste of wine short of worshipping him. He didn’t want to overstep, not yet at least. 

König had just begun to sink into the bliss of teetering on the edge of release, when a whine was all but ripped from his throat at the absence of your mouth on his still aching cock. Before he’s able to say anything - be it to question or chastise you - you’re peppering kisses up and down his shaft. Along the underside, back up and teasing the vein on the underside, before licking up the precum that had started to bead at the tip again. His eyes slowly - almost shakily - moved down to look at you, his chest still heaving with his heavy breaths. “Why… Did you stop…?” His voice was wavering like you had never heard it before, not even when his nerves had overcome him. You kept the pace of your hand steady as you continued to stroke him. “I just… Didn’t know if you-” 

“Don’t stop,” König pleaded, as his hand moved to the back of your head, trying to gently urge it forward. “Please, don’t stop.” That waver in his voice was still there, still present and showing you just how much he was enjoying this. And who were you to deny this sweet man what he so clearly craved? Without warning him, your mouth was back on him again, but instead of teasing him, and licking around the head again, you had taken him right up to the hilt. König made a sound like the very air had been sucked from his lungs, his eyes clamping shut as he tried his damndest not to move. The urge to keep your head still in his hands and just fuck was strong. Almost too strong; he had to grip at his shirt, tug at the material, to make sure he didn’t completely lose his decorum and seem like a feral animal. Turns out, though, that despite his urges, he didn’t need to thrust at all. His thoughts, and the friction you were making, was making this all more perfect. He had been so lost in his own bliss, that he hadn’t registered the bliss building to a crescendo until it was rippling through his body with a force to rival… Well, anything he had experienced up till that point. 

Every muscle in his body seemed to contract and release simultaneously, and through the sheer elation coursing through his brain he was vaguely aware of that sweet mouth of yours swallowing around his cock. His hips bucked weakly through the sensation, and you replied by gently pushing your hands back on his hips, trying to make him stay still as much as you were able to. When König finally started to slow his hips down, you pulled your mouth from his cock with a small, lewd pop. Your eyes trailed up his heaving chest as you tenderly tucked him back into his trousers, before you  pushed yourself to standing. König’s eyes moved to you,  then, his blissed out gaze hardly able to focus on you as shivers and aftershocks ran through him. “You should hit the showers,” You advised him. He nodded, slowly, as if he were only vaguely aware of what you were telling him. 

“Mhm…” He hummed, clearly not trusting his voice enough to agree with his words. He tried to push himself up from where he had begun resting after his climax, his entire body quaking like a leaf in the wind. You had never seen the colonel so… Shaken. “You all good?” You asked him, as your hands moved to his arms to try and help steady him. He nodded, and you caught his eyes close for a moment as he made an attempt to centre himself. “Yes, all… All good.” He finally spoke, and he seemed… Somewhat distant - as if his mind were still replaying those recent moments of pleasure, keeping him in that cycle of euphoria. You watched him for a moment, taking a small step back as a smile tweaked at your lips. He looked as if he would stumble every few steps down to the showers. And as funny as that would be in any other situation, you didn’t really want that to happen to him today. 

You squeezed his arm gently. “How about we hit the showers later, instead? You look like you need a lay down, first.” You kept your voice low and soothing, not wanting to immediately break him out of his ecstasy. You’d rather ease him out of it instead. At his next nod, you helped him stand, having carefully pulled him away from the shelf and waited for a moment to make sure he wouldn’t fall when you turned to get the door.  You checked the hallway outside - thankfully still as empty as when you had gone into the cupboard. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything to  worry about to begin with, but you weren’t going to complain. It felt like months of tension had finally been worked through. “Let’s get  you back to your bunk, eh, Colonel?” You chuckled to him, gently guiding him out of the cupboard. He didn’t respond to you for a moment, before he then piped up from behind you. 

“I’ll return the favour at some point, Schatz…” 

This is 100% real, I don't know what you're talking about. I definitely didn't spend all morning editing Anakin onto the cover of Vouge.

Coud you please do a Vi SFW?

Warnings: None!

Notes: We're returning to our roots with this one gang   My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist!  Original character list - please request for these too! If you’d like to support me more, consider reblogging! I’d appreciate it loads!!

A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Vi's affection is mainly shown through physical means. An arm around your shoulders, a hand grasping for yours - all the way to cuddling and tangling herself with you on a sofa or a bed. She loves having your near to her - particularly in private. When you're alone together, she finds a way or excuse to touch you 90% of the time. In public, she's a lot more respectful of your personal space, choosing to mostly just stand nearby rather than have her hands all over you. The only time this changes is if someone who isn't herself starts getting too close to you, whether it's being flirty or threatening you. If this is the case, she makes a show of putting an arm around your waist or shoulders, making it painfully clear that you are with her.

B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)

Vi is one of those friends that can quickly become a ride or die. She is willing to do a hell of a lot for those who are near and dear to her, be that helping with heavy lifting, spending quality time, or putting someone into their place. It's more than likely that your friendship started after bumping into Vi post-street brawl. Though bristly at first, she easily warms to you, once you've shown her you're worthy of trust.

C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Vi does love a cuddle; typically, when cuddling in bed she prefers being the big spoon, allowing her to encase you in her arms and give her absolute certainty that you're safe and away from harm. If you're on the sofa, though, she very much enjoys laying over you - like a big blanket of muscle.

D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)

Vi grew up with a rather close-knit family unit, and deep down a part of her does miss that, so she would want to settle down - even if it's not necessarily with kids or anything of that ilk. Just having a place to call home with you would be good enough for her. She can't cook particularly well; it's passable and edible, sure, but she's not usually proud of it. The same with her cleaning - sometimes she just doesn't think to do it. She was in prison through her teens - there wasn't really anything to clean, so trying to get that into her routine is.... Difficult.

E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

She would be incredibly blunt with it. She'd try to somewhat save your feelings, but I don't think she'd beat around the bush. If it's not working out, what's the point in trying to force things to keep going, even if it's just a few extra minutes? She's also not great at verbally expressing her emotions, so this just adds to her bluntness.

F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)   

Vi is fine with commitment as a whole; but the idea of marriage carries a heavy sense of finality to her. She's not really likely to leave you as-is, why do you need to go through the fuss and stress of getting married? For a piece of paper? In her head, something like that is a privilege - something that mainly those from Piltover get to do. If you really insist on marriage she'll oblige you, but she doesn't need a marriage to feel or be committed to you.

G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)

Vi doesn't have much trouble being gentle physically: a few careful touches here and there, cradling your face when you're having an intimate moment or holding you close when you're having a particularly stressful day. It's more the emotional side of things where she struggles a bit. Not all the time, but there are moments where she has trouble expressing herself in the way she wants to to you, or struggles in showing a more vulnerable side of herself.

H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)

The most common time to get a hug from Vi is when she's saying goodbye - or that she'll see you in a little while. They're quite quick, and she makes sure to squeeze you tightly every time, as if she's trying to imprint the feel of you against her into her mind. Outside of those times you're more likely to get a cuddle than anything else.

I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)

She's very reluctant to say it. It's not that she doesn't love you, it more that expressing that love in a verbal way makes her incredibly nervous. She does say it from time to time; birthdays, special holidays, in the dead of night where and when there's no one else that could possibly hear her. It takes her a good few years, and slow working, to start saying it when other people are around - even if they're out of earshot.

J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)

Vi trusts you. She knows that you wouldn't leave her without saying anything, and that if anything were to happen, you'd talk to her about it. However, this doesn't stop that stab of jealousy that she feels in her chest whenever she sees someone getting too close to you for her comfort. Her first port of call is to go to you, get close and establish her boundary - usually a hand snaking around your waist and tugging you to her. Then, if the situation continues, she gets verbal - usually snapping at whoever dare try to take you from her; even if it's nothing like that.

K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Vi's kisses can go one of two ways; 1 - it's a brief peck on the lips or your cheek, so quick that you end up debating with yourself if it actually happened - Vi had gone right back to whatever she had been doing before, it was like she hadn't stopped her task. 2 - It's full of heat, passion, and you are not getting away from her any time soon - leaving that kind of kiss breathless is the bare minimum. She is grabbing whatever flesh of yours she can hold, pulling and keeping you close to her. That woman is not letting you go without some major resistance - she needs you too much.

L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)

Vi is pretty good around kids. If you're leaving kids with her for an extended period of time, you need to set some firm boundaries. Like. Make it abundantly clear what can and cannot be done with the kids - otherwise there will be chaos. Vi is very much like that aunt you can get away with almost anything around. She won't actively take you to seek out activities to break set rules, but if the kids were to break said rules by themselves? Well they've done it now, there's not a whole lot she can do, right?

M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)

By the time you wake up, Vi is usually awake already - sometimes by several hours. She's used to rising incredibly early, and although she doesn't always physically get out of bed that early anymore, she does still spend that time doing something she finds productive. Namely watching you sleep. The reason she doesn't immediately get up is because, if you're sharing a bed with her, she usually wakes up tangled with you in some way or another. Play your cards right, and she'll spend half the morning keeping you in bed just for an excuse to hold you close - she does love herself a cuddle in bed.

N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)

Most nights you have to actively try and coax Vi into bed. The means can - and kind of have to - vary, but Vi normally tries to resist for a little while. She's one of those people who tries and stays up as late as she can physically manage, as a way to try and reclaim some of her own time. When you get past your mild frustration, though, and take a more tender approach, that's when she will usually come to bed, cuddling as close as physically possible, to try and soothe herself to sleep.

O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)

From time to time. She'll often say if something reminds her of a family member who has passed, or share a memory that's sprung to mind that she thinks you may enjoy. When it comes to genuinely being vulnerable, and sharing her deeper, harder to process emotions, she does struggle. She doesn't know what to do with all those years of pent up hurt and pain. She tries her best, but she doesn't want to end up lashing out.

P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)

In day to day life? Not particularly quick to anger; mistakes in chores or delays in the daily schedule aren't much of a big deal to her. Sure, they can be a bit annoying sometimes, but they can be fixed or accommodated. Under pressure, though, is entirely different. When stressed and pressed for, well, anything, Vi becomes snappy, harsh, and her temper has one hell of a short fuse. She doesn't get physical, but she's usually 2 seconds away from saying something that she will probably regret once she calms down.

Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)

She easily remembers some of the basic things; your favourite colour, your favourite food, the things you like in general. She's... A little bit scattered when it comes to things like your birthday, though - she oftentimes confuses it with your anniversary. She means well, she just hasn't really got the head for dates. She'll get you a gift you like on both days, though! She rarely ever forgets completely.

R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)

The first time she opened up properly to you. You'd been together a fair while, so she took you on a walk through the Lanes, eventually winding up where you could see the few remaining markers of her younger siblings. The splodges of red paint left behind by Mylo, the place where Claggor had gotten himself stuck when on the run from enforcers. She even told you of when she had brought Jinx - Powder, back then - to this very spot in an attempt to lift her spirits. She told you of her birth mother and father, of Vander, and how her family life had just gone progressively more and more downhill - and you listened. You didn't butt in, you didn't try and force her to see 'the bright side'. You sat, you held her hand, and you listened. There are no words that she can use to describe her gratitude to you for that moment.

S - Security (How protective are they?)

Quite - Vi often worries about how you might need to defend yourselves or escape a situation. It's not because she doesn't trust you to handle yourself - she does, she thinks you could talk down or weasel out of any situation, and she knows you'll bolt if you really need to - but it is something she worries about a lot, and something that does frequently come up if there's a disagreement.

T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)

Vi tries quite a bit. In her eyes, you deserve more, so she does try. She'll try and keep the place tidy-ish - tidy to her standards, anyway - and do some cooking every now and again. She tries much more in ways of gifts, though - though perhaps not always what you think they may be, she always makes an effort to point out how useful it could be to you, or if it's something more sentimental, how it made her think of you.

U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)

She puts her shoes on furniture - whether she's still wearing them or has just taken them off. It gets mud and dirt everywhere. She also tends to forget to put dishes away once you've washed them up (she also forgets to wash them up fairly frequently).

V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not a whole lot - she works out quite a lot, but that's more for her own health and strength. She keeps herself as clean as she can - washing her face, bating etcetera, but other than that, not a whole lot. She sometimes has the urge to change her hair, but that's more of an emotionally motivated decision. All in all, so long as you think that she looks good, she's more than happy with her appearance.

W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You're ingrained into her routine now - she'd definitely feel your absence if you were gone for any length of time; she doesn't like when you're not there in the morning to hold or to greet when she wakes up. Even if it's not a full separation, and you're just out somewhere for the night, she feels it deep in her.

X - Xtra (Random HC)

She loves when you touch her - not necessarily in a sexual way, or even in hugs, but the feeling of your hands on her brings her much joy and comfort. You tracing the planes of her skin or the ink of her tattoos is one of her favourite ways to wind down, and having your fingers brush through her hair (especially when they brush against her undercut)? Pure. Heaven. Simple as. If she's having a really bad day, that is a surefire way to cheer her up.

Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)

Someone who doesn't stick to their word, or to their morals. She loves seeing reliability and someone being steadfast; if she doesn't see that, she doesn't feel like she can wholly trust someone. And of course, without trust, there can be no real love. Other than that, if she can get a good connection with someone, everyone's fair game, really.

Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)  

Vi only sleeps the minimal amount that she needs to to keep her true self or be able to perform tasks. She finds it incredibly difficult to get to sleep without being thoroughly exhausted first; so part of the coaxing that you have to do involves working out - a good, reliable way to tire her out. She also doesn't need a lot in terms of possessions; so long as she has somewhere to lay, she's able to get some sleep. Though, on the odd occasion that she does try to sleep on the floor, you're eventually able to drag her groggy self into your shared bed, mostly with promises of affection and cuddles.

Anakin: Master, I screwed up big time...

Obi-Wan: More than usual? Anakin, you're going to have to elaborate.

Anakin: ...

[Not my art! I found it on Pinterest, so I can't credit anyone.]

The true reason Anakin turned to the dark side. If he could not be the best Jedi, he would be the best Sith.