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Halloween With Them Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: Anakin adored Halloween. He made that quite obvious when you both started your tradition of driving around Coruscant on the hunt for particularly good houses. It plastered that grin, that signature grin on his face damn near every time. And that in turn, made you smile that radiant smile that gave him butterflies.

Tonight was the 31st, Anakin sneaking away from the Temple after sunset, meeting you in the cozy palace of your home, and you both dressed in your costumes, and grabbed your bags, starting the hunt for the goods.

"So... I was thinking.." He spoke, slowly, looking around for house lights, indicating that trick or treaters were welcome. You perk up, looking over at him. Immediately you notice his mischievous little smirk. And you're slightly skeptical of what his next words are gonna be. "Oh?" You hum in acknowledgement, wanting him to continue. "I got a challenge for you.. We go to as many houses as possible. Get the most candy. Whoever has the least loses. Has to make a playlist for the other."

You raise your eyebrow; how oddly specific. But you smirk as well. "You're on." And you both are on the move, immediately. Anakin parks the cruiser and you both hop out, trick or treating as many houses as possible, hastily moving onto the next, and the next. An hour later, you both move back to the cruiser, your bags feeling as though a sizable rock has been dumped right into each one. It was difficult to carry. You sling yours onto your lap as you climb in, so does Anakin.

As you both arrive home, you are quick to empty the contents of your labor onto the floor, as does Anakin. The candy spills out, wrappers crinkling against each other as the mountains form. He looks at yours. You look at his. You burst out laughing. He was embarrassingly lacking half of what you had. "I knew it! About time I finally won a contest." Anakin scoffed and looked away. Watching as your eyes gleamed with delight at your little victory......

...Little did you know, Anakin gave half of his candy to the kids he had passed on his hunt.

Han Solo: Now he rarely, and I mean rarely found himself going out on this day, especially with the orders he was running with the Millenium Falcon. He found himself too busy to find the time to go out. But, you changed that.

"C'mon, it'll be fun!" You say in protest as he tells you no, for the 5th time that night. He shrugged you off as you clung to his arm. "God, Y\N, persistent, aren't ya?" He teases and you sigh. "Han Solo, you can take a few hours out of that god awful schedule of yours for me. Can't you?" You say those two last words quite loudly, expressing without words how insistent you were about this. Eventually, he gave up.

"Sure, princess. Whatever you makes you happy." He says, flashing you a grin, despite his seemingly dismissive words. As you exclaim in victory, he grabs you by your waist, and brings you in for a passionate kiss. Fiery. And you find yourself melting, before he pulls away. "On one condition.." You scowl at him, and roll your eyes. "Whaaaaat." He grins. "I'm not dressing up. And for every piece of candy I get... equals two kisses." You playfully shove him. "Aren't you just the cutest little negotiator." He laughs and walks beside you into your guys' makeshift bedroom, where you have your costume and respective bags picked out. "So.. what do ya say, sunshine?" He says, poking your head. "Yes. Now come on, jerkface." He brings his hand to the small of your back and led you both out and onto the streets.

You're in for a lot of kisses by the end of it, let me tell you...

Obi-Wan Kenobi: One of his favorite past times during spooky season, besides pumpkin spice lattes, was carving pumpkins. He was bundled up in a toasty coat, scarf and gloves, as he held your hand, looking over the many, many orange pumpkins, trying to decipher which ones were good and chunky enough to be waltzed back home. "Obi, come on. By the time you're done picking one, it'll already be summer." You exaggerate, feeling the chilly breeze of autumn overcome you in waves, leading to light goosebumps over your skin.

"Yes, yes, just one more second, my love." He said, waving you off with his free hand. You sigh, looking around at the decorations the market has, dropping your hand to your side as you gaze at what is in season.

You were looking at wreaths as Obi-Wan found you. "Here." He said proudly, as you gazed at two plump pumpkins. You smile. "Good job." You peck his cheek before gathering some candles and the carving kit. As you check out and arrive at home, Obi-Wan has gone into full concentration mode.

You follow after him, grabbing the design you both agreed on and beginning to carve and gut your pumpkin. It was an oddly therapeutic but at times frustrating process. Somehow, it all managed to come together, no matter how many trials and errors it produced. You wipe your forehead with the clean part of your arm, and crack your back, Obi-Wan smiled as he went to clean his hands and take off his apron. You again followed.

"Did you grab the lights?" He inquired, drying his hands off. You nod, taking a square or two of the paper towels. "They're on the table." You nod in the direction of the candles and he grabs them, flickering the lighter on and bringing awakening to the wicks as he settled them cozily into the center of the pumpkins. He balanced his as you both walked outside, placing them where you thought they looked best.

It always made Obi-Wan happy, and it was something that kept you both busy. The results were always worth the time and effort. And Obi-Wan certainly thought so.

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They're Possessive Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was a normal day in Coruscant, and you were helping around the Temple, acting as a humble civilian who only wished to keep things in order for those who keep the galaxy in peace and order and protect countless people. But it was mainly just for Anakin's presence.

As you were speaking to a few Jedi, a teenage Padawan, not particularly ugly, but not too good-looking, walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, and you turned. "Yes?" You asked, your tone patient and kind. The boy was obviously staring at your body, and your words snapped him out of the trance. "Um... what if I took you on a date?" He asked, his eyes unblinking as they stared into yours. This was just a child, what was he talking about? "Uh, what?" You ask, perplexed. "What if I took you on a date? Gave you flowers, chocolates and walked you home? To kiss you on your lips and have some fun with you?"

"No, thank you. I'm already taken." You tell him in a kind tone, mustering a smile. He frowns and presses further. As you were growing more uncomfy with the situation and this child's inability to take no for an answer and tenacity to still press on the wound to cause it to continue to gush blood, Anakin walked by. He just got out of a little lecture with the rest of the Jedi Masters and those who were speaking to you, had barely anything to say, thinking it was just a lovesick boy, but it was obviously more. Anakin, who could sense your discomfort from miles away, was incredibly surprised and angered to see no one taking action. He walked over to you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, to keep things light, gazed at the boy and asked him to run along, and the boy, did so.

He turned to you, his blue eyes piercing. "Why didn't you just call me over? I was not too far away." His gaze was intense and his words were firm and you sighed. "Didn't know how pursuing little kids are these days.." Anakin ushered you from the gaze of others, and whispered the words in your ear that made your knees weak. "You're mine, don't you understand that?"

Han Solo: You both were at a bar, Han was trying to negotiate some terms so that Jabba could have his money and Han his life. You were only there because you insisted and Han believed that you could reduce the stress of the situation and keep him relatively calm. One of Jabba's men approached your booth and Chewie, who also insisted to come, was on guard, and Han sighed. "Relax, buddy. We've got this in the bag."

The henchman sat in the booth, eyes roaming over the three of you, and particularly interested in you and your figure. Han, who noticed this, brought the man's attention back to the matters at hand. "So, *pal*, this can go easily if you can get Jabba's panties out of the bunch. The cargo's safe and the Millenium Falcon and my crew are more than capable of delivering it without any conflicts, eh? So, tell him I'll get the money as soon as that's done." The henchman frowned at this and shook his head. "No, Jabba wants his money now, Solo." Han's jaw tightened and it looked like he was seriously considering a better way to deal with this man. But your hand squeezed his in a comforting gesture and it brought him back to the ground.

"Can't he understand a man in business? Not everything's all sunshine and rainbows. It's gonna take some time." Han frowned and the man's gaze somehow drifted back to you, and every little detail of you, and he licked his lips creepily, speaking now in a more low tone. "Well, there can be another way, I suppose..." You visibly tensed up and a few not-so thoughtful words popped up in your head and were on the tip of your tongue and as you were about to say it, Han beat you to it. "Nope. No way. This, right here, is mine. Non-negotiable. And it'll always be that way, sorry, pal, but you'll have 'ta find your own." At this point, Chewie had began making his sounds of protest to the man's words and in agreement to Han's words. Han wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Long story short, all three of you ended up leaving with the man blasted.

Kylo Ren: He couldn't understand it. The idea of someone trying to take you from him, had they learned nothing from his outbursts and clear anger tendencies? Clearly not and that pissed him off. Why was there always someone who challenged authority? Why could no one just submit and do their part? Were all of the questions in Kylo's mind after one of his soldiers told him that you were in the training room and a specific low-ranking general thought he could sweep you off of your feet with words of no meaning.

Kylo had power-walked there, arriving in minutes despite the room being so far from his. He found the man and held out his hand, blowing the man back with the Force. He looked at you and you knew for a fact all he saw was red. He strode over to the pinned man and spat out the words, "What could possibly be going on in that dim-witted brain of yours to mess with something that isn't yours?! Did your parents not teach you simple manners? Or did you think you were above that, too?! Well, take this as a catching-up." He crushed the man further and further against the sleek-black walls of the Ship. He was so blinded by rage that he did not realize that the man was already dead. But once he did, he let go, and bit the inside of his cheek, bitterly. He could taste the copper-taste of blood and didn't mind in the slightest.

Instead, his eyes swept over to you and he motioned for his finger for you to follow him. And once you did, you were up against a wall with him all over you, his hands, mouth, everything while repeatedly saying:* "Mine. Get that. You're mine. Nothing less. No one else's."

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A\N: A little treat before I'm away for about two weeks for testing <3