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Protective Scenarios!

A\N: Yesterday, I finished the Rise of Skywalker, so I decided to start writing for Kylo Ren (Ben Solo)! (Characters- Kylo Ren, Anakin Skywalker and Luke Skywalker.)

Kylo Ren: Even as just friends, Kylo has always been protective. Therefore, he made a bridge between your guys' minds in order to speak to you using the Force and sense you. It was constantly on his mind, the question of where you were and are you safe, it practically made him paranoid. Quite frankly, it hurt him to be away from you, sure, he could survive about a day or two, but that's with communicating with you using the Force. So, you can probably imagine what Kylo's reaction was upon hearing that you fought Rey and sustained some serious injuries: No doubt he lashed out, and killed the messenger and asked to have his ship prepared immediately. He used the Force to sense you and your location, and arrived as fast as he could.

Beaten, and although alive, just barely. Furious is an understatement to describe what in Kylo's body possessed him to feel a pure rage, a hatred to Rey from that point onwards. While he brought you back and took care of you personally, he blamed himself for your getting hurt in the first place. When he finally found and confronted Rey, his temper flared beyond imagination, he attacked recklessly. Rey seemed to instantly understand where this newfound strength and recklessness came from. He managed to strike her in her side and he left her to die, to come back to you.

Anakin Skywalker: Ani trusts you with his life, really and he trusts you. However, Anakin can never help but be protective of you, because he loves you, really. It's sort of like a go-to thing for him, but he's always respectable, asking things like, "Do you need help with them?" or "Hey, I could step in, if you want?" But, after he lost his mother and slaughtered the entire species of her torturer's, that's when it really spiked.

Especially upon seeing you struggle with a guy or someone and sensing your uncomfortableness, it makes him instantly come up, and instead of being respectable like he used to, he would resort to both insults and threats and violence.

Luke Skywalker: Luke has a mild protective vibe, I think. I think he's more the type to let you deal with it yourself and if you need any help because of the constant trouble of being annoyed, spoken to or even hit on, he's up for it. (Sorta like his dad.) It always tends to be when you accompany him, a Jedi in-training but not necessarily a Padawan (Considering how Obi and Yoda taught him.) Some random person just can't stop eyeing you, and when they come up to you, making small talk, calling you "cutie" and whatnot...

You tell the person to back off, go away, all of it, and once they seem too determined, that's when Luke feels your mood change, and he's on it. He's not very violent, using a tone of firmness to get the person to leave. If that does not work, he'll just take you away.

Am I still breathin'? think not

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Why you didn’t tell me you have had birthday :(((

Because you never asked 😢

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Childhood Promises (Part 2)

The beginning of the year and semester preparation was always a time of rambunctiousness. Diagon Alley bustling with magical children, witches and wizards from all ages and grades rushing to get their supplies or find something that might pique their interests.

It was coming up on the beginning of year for you, now in your fifth year at Hogwarts. You had decided to go get your needed items with the Weasley's, Hermione and Harry. The family had used Floo powder to travel and after finding Harry in Knockturn Alley by Hagrid, you were sure to follow the one of the most important rules of travelling by Floo: Speak clearly.

As Mrs. Weasley heads off with Ginny, Mr. Weasley with Hermione's parents, Percy wandering off and Ron, Hermione and Harry exploring, that only left George, Fred and you. What better to do than spend time with your two childhood best friends? "So, what shall we do?" Inquires George, his hands in the pockets of his jeans. Fred shrugs. "How about we go check on that little joke shop you guys fancy?" You ask with a raised eyebrow. "Sounds good." The twins recite in unison.

And so the three of you set off, occasionally pointing to something that would interests you all. At the same time you guys pass an empty alley, Fred and George manage to slip in with you and place you against the walls, moving close to your face. You let out a surprised yelp but then quickly settle down. "What's this about?" You question. "Just wanted to spend some time with our best friend." Fred replies in a falsely innocent tone, his hand tracing around your waist. You stare at them, puzzled. "We need to get our stuff, and hit up the shop, why're you trying to procrastinate?"

George sighs and points to the nearby shop of Borgin and Burkes, revealing a boy you had spoken about frequently in your last year, the boy whom you proclaimed to be in love with. You let out a mix of a huff and scoff, partially embarrassed that they had managed to remember what he looked like, but also not believing how they did. "Remember our promise?" Whispered Fred in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah, but he was from last year, how does that count?" With a wide grin, George replies. "It just does, sweetheart."

And with that, Fred began to practically devour your lips in that passionate, fiery and possessive kiss you had found yourself longing for unknowingly. You had responded immediately, your hands flying to find purchase on either of his cheeks, urging him subtly. His hands roam your body with no real aim, but the heat rising between you both was almost palpable. After a few scorching moments, he pulled his away, his lips went and red with the ferocity in which he had dived in with, he panted slightly, taking in a huge breath. You stared up at him, not able to form words to describe or even knowing what to say after something as speechless as that.

George takes this moment to gift you with a mesmerizing kiss of his own, his finger sliding under your chin, lifting it up featherly. He leans down, pressing a hand to the wall of the alley in which you were against and another to your upper waist, holding you steady while capturing your lips in a sweet, everlastingly tender kiss causing electric sparks to seemingly emit from every one of his touches makes contact with your burning skin. "Hey, c'mon. We gotta go back to Mum or she'll flip, think we kidnapped Y\N or something.." Urges Fred, tapping George on his shoulder as he strolls out of the alley. With a grumble, George reluctantly pulls away, following Fred out of the alley with an hand on the top of your head, ruffling it playfully.

Your thoughts dwell on the heatedly jealous kisses from the twins and you smile to yourself, biting your lip slightly as you both finally go to regroup with the Weasley's and begin to gather your supplies.

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Awaited Part 2!

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Happiness and Tears (Part Two)

As the meeting ended and you walked outside of the Hospital with Clay, you turned to him and saw his zoned-out blue eyes. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" You ask as she looks at you with a small but meaningful smile, opening the limo's door and closing it behind you. "It's difficult to believe isn't it? That after this transplant is over, we can be together." He says with a playful smile, but you saw this meant everything to him as he got into the car with you. "It is." You reply, looking at him with tenderness. He smiles and puts his arm around you, pulling you closer. "I love you, Y\N." He whispers sweetly in your ear as you rested your head on his shoulder and his head atop yours. "I love you too, Clay."

By nightfall, you could see Clay was tired, having a heated dispute with his mother over his phone on why he proposed to you and kept it a secret from her. You stood in the bathroom and listened, while you were getting dressed for bed. "Mom, please. It's already been decided, if you could be happy for me, that would be appreciated." He rolled his eyes but kept his tone calm and collected. You hummed very slightly, brushing your hair with care and slow movements, making sure you can hear if anything specifically directed at you. "Bye, Mom." You heard Clay say, hearing the underlying annoyance in his voice as he closed his phone and it clicked.

"Are you ready yet, sweetie?" You ask sweetly, walking out of the bathroom, eyes soft and caring as you look at his state: Stressed, tired and upset. Not a good combination. "Come here." He says, voice needy. You walk over to him and place a reassuring hand on his hair, stroking it with attentiveness. He lets out a low groan and pulls you more onto him, now you are placed in his lap as he slithers his arms around your waist and buries his face in your shoulder. "Clay... let's sleep, yeah?" You look at him, knowing he was tired. He nods and you get off his lap and climb into bed, leaning over to turn off his bedside lamp and yours as well. Once he leaned back, his arms immediately found your waist and pulled you closer, as he breathed in your scent with delight and it eased all of his annoyance and worries. "I love you." He whispers into your chest. "I love you too." You coo in response.

The next day, you both slept in each others arms until you decided it was time to get up. Seeing as though Clay has his surgery today, you wanted to take it easy, the thought of making him breakfast crept into your mind, only to be thrown out at the reminding thought of him not being able to eat anything. You huff slightly, wriggling out of his sleepy grasp and slipping out of the room. You grab some clothes from the dryer and put those on, not wanting to disturb Clay with your noisy footsteps. You tie the laces of your sneakers, grab your purse and open the door to the house carefully, leaving. You walked around the block, thinking of what to do. You had a great idea: Get Clay a present. A thoughtful gesture. Walking into the nearest store you could find, you were immediately hit with what you knew to be something of Clay's interest: books. Smiling, you enter the shop and look around, your eyes following and darting to random books. You pick up whatever you thought Clay would like, poetry, english literature, whatever.

Sneaking back into the house, you glance around to see if Clay might be in the kitchen, or living room. Nope, it seems he is still in bed. You check your phone to see the time, 12:36, you place your phone back in your pocket and tip-toe up the stairs with the bag of books. "Hey." You nearly jump as you see Clay's eyes opened as you enter the room. "Hey!" You reply, cheerfully hiding your momentarily frighted state. "Where'd you go?" He asks, his hands behind his head and legs crossed on the bed, TV on. "Downtown." You smile, and he catches a glimpse of the bag. "What's that?" He raises an eyebrow. "For you." You chuckle, handing it to him. He takes it and looks inside, his eyes lighting up. "Thoughtful as always." He smirks. You giggle slightly and place a kiss on his forehead. "They made me think of you." You sit by him on the bed and watch as he takes out a book at a time, his fingers skimming over the front. "You really do know me." He lets out a low chuckle as he opens a book and his eyes dart down to see the writing. "Thanks, love."

A few hours later, you had to remind Clay of his transplant, his face buried in the books buried in the books you bought him. "Come on, silly. You got your surgery, you know?" You see his mouth form the shape of an "oh" as he remembered. You chuckled and went back to getting ready. He hummed a bit as he put both his dress shirt and pants on, followed by his belt, suit jacket and tie. "Ready, beautiful?" He asks about twelve minutes later. "Yes." You reply, scurrying downstairs to the door, he chuckles and opens the door for you. The afternoon sky was a cloudless blue, which gave you a boosted air of confidence as you both enter the car and start for the Hospital.

Walking inside, you instantly see the smiles and stares from the Hospital patients and staff. You always felt a sense of happiness from the way everyone reacted to Clay's presence. "Ah! The man of the hour!" Dr. Puttnam greets Clay, extending his hand and a wide grin. "Doctor." Clay smiles back, shaking his hand. "A bit early, aren't you?" Jack chuckles, and goes to give Clay a handshake as well. "Well, couldn't sleep it off, could I?" Clay jokes. "The lovely Y\N." Dr. Puttnam smiles warmly at you and extends his hand for you, to which you take with pleasure. "Hello." You say sweetly, smiling happily at the staff. "Penny should be here soon, you know her..." Dr. Puttnam informs the two of you, Clay smirks and you nod slightly. Just then, a nurse clumsily walks down the hall, bumping into people slightly, as her eyes were set on her papers. "Speak of the devil!" Dr. Puttname laughs. Penny's papers fly everywhere and Caly bends down to pick them up. "I see you are still the same." Clayton chuckles, handing the doctor her papers. "Ha, ha. Very funny." Penny rolls her eyes sarcastically. "Penny, this is Clay's soon-to-be wife, Y\N." Jack says, gesturing towards you.

"Hi." You say, extending your hand. "Penny Carver." She smiles at you, shaking your hand. "You ready, Clay?" Jack asks him and Clay smirks. "Yep." Jack nods and gestures for Dr. Puttnam to get the chair. "The estimated time for the transplant to be done is about one- two hours." Penny informs you both. You nod happily. "I'm glad." As Dr. Puttnam comes down the hall with the chair needed to transport Clay to the surgical room. "Here we go." Jack smiles. A few minutes later and Jack is ushering Clay into the room, only to stop to give you both a few minutes. "Hey." You smile at him. "Hey." He smirks. "I love you." You tell him and he reaches his hand up and touches your cheek. "I love you too." You lean into the touch and down to kiss him. "I'll see you in a bit, okay?" You kiss his hand. "Okay." Then, Jack comes back, tells you to sit in the waiting room and that they will make sure to make this as fast as they can. "See you later, wife!" Clay calls from down the hall. "Say that again." You giggle. "Wife!" He says with a hint of a chuckle in his tone.

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A\N: This took forever! But here it is, part two. I will post part three sometime tomorrow.

It's Your Birthday Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: In the early parts of your relationship when you told him your birthday and in exchange he told you his, he silently vowed to be the knight in shining armor for you and your special day. You were his special cupcake, his own bag of sugar, so why should you not be treated as such?

Anakin spent his time at The Temple planning to take a trip to the forest, to refresh yourselves from the busy air of Coruscant and retire to the green shrubs and swaying trees in the breeze. It was perfect. In his side of the dresser at the house, he carried with him a small box that contained a custom-made ring for you, a symbol that celebrated you. Not marriage, engagement, no, you. His sweetheart, his weakness.

On the morning of your birthday, Anakin ushered you immediately to the kitchenette and seated you at one of the chairs, and in front of you lay your favorite food, freshly made with a side of cold juice. You smile up at him, even in the peeking sunlight, with your hair tousled and barely brushed from sleep, you looked just as you did when he met you. Absolutely divine. He just stared at you, entranced by the image of you in such a picture as you ate, savoring the food and occasionally reaching for the drink.

Dressed and ready for the hike in the forest and vacation essentially, Anakin drove you both there in his speeder, touching down in a few minutes, he moved to help you out and your hike began, with breaks to rest, drink some water or to admire how the trees, bushes and small plants and flowers took in and seemingly also enjoyed the bright, blue day. How your eyes gazed around, wanting to take in everything and the smile that always managed to creep onto your features when you could see the naked beauty of the plantation. It filled him with pride. Once you guys stopped for a break, Anakin took out a pocket knife, carving roughly into the tree both of your initials and then turning back to you, showing you his work. You giggled at his cheesy move but it melted your heart.

Hours later, when you both arrived home, exhausted from hiking, Anakin took to grab the box of your ring. As you relaxed on the couch, sipping some water as you curled your legs closer to you for warmth, he sat beside you, taking your hand into his, slipping the small box into your palm. Confused, you bring it to your eyes and raise an eyebrow at him, he grins at you widely, urging you to explore what was inside. And as you did, it revealed the ring. You gasp and immediately tell him it's beautiful but you cannot accept it. He laughs and then pulls you closer, bringing his lips to your ear, whispering: "No. I want you to have it. It's yours."

Luke Skywalker: You were awoken out of your pleasant dream by a startling noise of Luke's gleeful scream. Eyes widened in concern and fear you ask, "What is it, Luke?!" Fearing the worst, you move to where you saw him and he turned to you, smiling ear to ear as he picked you up and spun you around. "It's nothing bad, Y\N! It's just.... it's your birthday!" You chuckle, momentarily confused before remembering that it indeed was, as he placed you back down. "Right. So, what's Obi-Wan having you do today?" You ask, stretching and moving to access the kitchen and the stove.

"Oh? Nothing." Luke answers, right behind you as he takes a seat at the table. "Nothing? Why?" You ask, skeptically, as you start cracking a few eggs on the corner of the table. "Because, Y\N, I'm spending it with you, of course. I got a plan. We're going cruising in my speeder." You smile to yourself, waiting for the pan to heat up on the stove and starting to whisk the eggs. "Really? Where to?" At this Luke seems to not have thought it out. "Um... well, where do you wanna go? This is your special day, after all." You shake your head at this and turn to him. "I don't have to go anywhere special for my birthday, Luke. I don't want to. All I want is to spend time with you, and if you want to go around in your cruiser, I'm fine with that." He nods, the corner of his eyes twitching into a smile. "Got it." Finishing with the eggs, some milk and a form for each of you, you place a plate in front of each of you and sit down, taking some egg on your fork and eating it.

A few minutes later, after making some small talk, Luke clears his plate and jumps to his feet. "I'll get the speeder ready." He informs you before hurriedly washing his plate, fork and cup, placing them back into the cabinet and rushing out. You were fine with spending time with him? So was he! He gazed out at the blazing suns and the miles of nothing but hot sand in every direction from the house and started the speeder, equipped with water. He knew you were going to have to get dressed out of your pajamas and took that greatly, sitting in the driver's seat, hand on the wheel as he leaned back against the comfortable seat. Waiting.

Eventually, you did show and hopped into the passenger seat next to him. He began zooming, and the warm, rushing air in both of your faces felt refreshing and exhilarating. You looked to the side behind you and relished in the sense of adventure it provided you. You saw the wide smile on Luke's face and felt his hand creep onto your thigh as he looked at you, mouthing the words, "I love you."

Obi-Wan Kenobi: He got home from a meeting at the Temple and although not tired, he would have not protested with a quick nap with you. But he reminded himself to give you the present he has been saving up for a few months ago in preparation for this day. Obi-Wan announced his arrival and was as glad as he always was when he saw you rushing out to greet him, pulling him into a tight, secure and excited hug. "Obi, there you are!" He chuckled and placed a hand on the top of your head. "Hey, honey. Happy Birthday, yeah? Here." He handed you a cute box that jiggled as you took it. You took the top off and found that it was a box of pins to clip onto your shirts. They varied in size, shape or graphic detail.

You were aware of Obi-Wan's tendencies to pick up such things as this by default, like it was not anything to him, and whenever you asked, he would always say something along the lines of, "Oh, it's a collectible item, I'm sure you know that." And you never said anything else about it. It was cute, you thought and now, as he was giving you all the pins he has collected for as long as you could remember, it was more than cute, it was a symbol of his little habits in a cute little box. And that meant the world and more to you. You pull him into an even tighter hug and giggle. "It's perfect!" And he wrapped his arms around you as well. "I'm glad."

Cuddling Them Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: The Order had kept him busy for a long time, and although he did not like it, it meant the world to him you were patient with him. However, on a particularly bad day for him, when nothing seemed to go his way, he came back to you, not caring of his hateful attitude, until he did. You asked him a couple questions like, "What's wrong?" and "What happened at work today, sweetie?" and he had told you he didn't wish to speak about it, but you still pushed, out of concern. You couldn't make it better unless you knew what it was.

But it annoyed him, and he snapped at you, "Jesus, are you fucking deaf, Y\N?! I told you to leave it!" And you immediately shut up, leaving the room to deal with the incoming tears threatening to flood your face. At first, Kylo just stayed silent and sat himself on the couch, dealing with his anger himself, but after a few moments of gathering himself, he could hear the soft and muffled cries of you sobbing and it struck him like a ton of bricks. He should not have spoken to you like that. You, his beloved sweetheart, he yelled at you. When you tried to help him.

"Y\N... baby, that wasn't me, you know that. I didn't mean to treat you like that, you don't deserve it. I just had a bad day, Snoke wasn't too cooperative... Honey, let me in. I'll make it up to you." You sniffled, and sighed, wiping the tears as you approached the door and opened it, allowing him a good look at your eyes red and puffy with the tears and he felt his heart break. He wraps his arms around you, squishing you against his warm chest and scoops you up, leading you to the bed and wrapping a few (thousand) blankets around you as he keeps his arms securely around your waist, pulling you against him. "I love you, you know that?" He whispers against your ear.

Anakin Skywalker: After finding out he was not granted the rank of master but a seat on the council, he needed to sulk about it. That night when he went home to you, he fell into your awaiting arms, ready to welcome him after a long, rough day. He sighed against your neck, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist, his golden brown hair falling into his eyes, but that did not matter, all that mattered was your embrace. Oh, how he craved your embraces.

"Cuddle me. Let me sleep with you." He asked with a tone of tiredness. You nod and lead him to the bed, laying on it with him and cradling him, his head on your chest, running your hands through his sun-touched golden locks. He lets out a content hum and pressing his long fingers to your other hand stationed on his arm, he intertwined your fingers together, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. His eyelashes flutter a bit, signaling he's falling asleep. You smile to yourself, satisfied at the way you could practically lull Ani to sleep. But also because the reward, the sight of seeing him asleep so soundly, so peacefully, it's a pride thing for sure.

Luke Skywalker: It was the end of the day and you found yourselves in his bedroom, with him bent over your hands, his sandy brown hair draping over his face as he fixates on the task of painting your nails. "You're going to love it, Y\N. I'm almost done!" He says, as he finishes painting your pinky, blowing on it before moving away, flipping his hair out of his oceanic blue eyes. "So, whatcha think?" He asks with a glittering smile, crossing his legs and resting his cheek on both of his hands.

You bring your hands to your face, gazing at the color and letting out a breathy chuckle. "Wow! How did you learn to do this so good?" You raise an eyebrow. He shrugs. "I had a good teacher." He smiles, nudging your arm. You beam at him. "Come here." You say, beckoning him closer, he leans in forward, more and more until... Your lips meet, a soft, dreamy sigh escapes his lips, reaching up to cup your cheek lightly in his hand. His eyes close as he feels his head spin.... you were so gorgeous, so sweet, so kind and patient... like a dream. A dream in which he has been fantasizing and romanticizing about for countless days on nights. A release from the scorching heat of the Tatooine suns beating down on him as he works hard at the Harvest, desperate for an escape. And then came you. His escape.

His hands move to wrap around your waist and pull you down backwards on the bed, careful of your newly polished nails to not get smudged as he rests his head in between the crook of your neck. You go along with it, letting out a sigh as you relax into the mattress and embrace, wrapping your legs around his waist, as he strokes your hair, his breathing slowing more and more.

Obi-Wan Kenobi: Obi-Wan had just come back from a mission. The first thing on his mind? You, the Council and a good, long warm bath. He steers his ship to the Temple, hopping out and treading to communicate his findings and results to the Masters. Once he was finished, he tiredly hopped back into his ship and navigated to your guys' house. He climbed out, pulled his hood down and took his robes off, hanging them on his lower arm. "Y\N? I'm back, princess." He calls, as he gazes around, wondering where you've gone. Until you came running from seemingly nowhere and jumping on him, yelling, "Obi!"

He grunts as the wind is knocked out of him, but instinctively wraps his arms tightly and securely around your waist, chuckling a bit as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "Hey." You kiss his cheek and then lips. "Come on, I've got a surprise for you!" You slid off of his body, and lead him to the kitchen, a meal you've cooked for him sitting on a plate, and he can see the steam wafting off of it. "And I'll get the bath running." You say, dashing off to turn on the faucet, applying slightly hot water, and ordering the shampoo, conditioner, body wash and even a bath bomb in order for him.

You come back out to see him damn near finished with the food and a loud laugh ripples through both of your throats at the sight of your faces. "The bath's running." You tell him, skipping to get behind him and rubbing his back soothingly, he groans and relaxes. He finishes the plate and lets you lead him into the water, undressing him slowly, and helping him in. "Come here." Obi-Wan smiles at you, his blue eyes almost pleading as he outstretching his hand to you. With a grin, you undress and hop in in front of him, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you against his warm chest as he pressed kisses to your neck and dabbed water on both of your bodies. "