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z-socks · 3 months

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What's in a Name

Clones take great pride in their names. It's only natural that Cody would want to know about his General's.

Or Cody and Obi-Wan talk about the meaning and origins of their names. AO3

There were many things that came to light in the cool darkness of Obi-Wan’s quarters aboard the Negotiator. Shared in secret - although most of the vode seemed to know the true nature of his relationship with Cody - the dimly lit, small space of his room seemed to function as a kind of confessional, a sacred space where he and his beloved commander could whisper about their closely-guarded thoughts, feelings, worries, and hopes.

“Cody,” Obi-Wan began, gently nuzzling deeper into his commander’s neck, languid and at ease as he returned to Cody’s arms, body cooling from their previous activities. “Why did you choose your name?”

Cody kissed his forehead and pulled the sheets up around their waists, settling Obi-Wan onto his chest and slowly teasing his fingertips across the constellations of freckles on his jetti’s bare back. “It means glory in Mando’a.”

Obi-Wan blinked a moment. ‘Cody’ wasn’t a Mandalorian word and ‘glory’ was…

Oh.

“ Kote ,” Obi-Wan murmured.

Cody hummed and pulled him tighter.

“Have I…” Obi-Wan pushed up onto his elbow, “have I been saying it wrong this whole time?”

Cody grinned, burying his face into Obi-Wan’s neck. “That dorn and trill sound is close in the vode accent.” He kissed at his jaw. “And maybe even closer in yours.”

Obi-Wan frowned. “Why didn’t you ever correct me? I haven’t even spelled it correct-”

“Obi-Wan,” Cody’s eyes were molten gold in the cast light from the meditation candle Obi-Wan had left lit. “It’s… I… the once-removal is… protective.”

“What do you mean?”

Cody smiled sadly, eyes suddenly heavy. “Well Mandalore isn’t exactly on best terms with the Republic. And Clones…”

Obi-Wan dropped his head. Yes, the attitude towards Clones was atrocious at worst, indifferent at best. “A high-ranking Clone with a Mandalorian name wouldn’t be a good look for the GAR,” he concluded.

Cody nodded.

Obi-Wan settled back down into his arms, his fingers tracing over a blaster bolt scar near Cody’s collarbone. “Would you prefer I call you Cody or Kote ?”

“Cody.” But after a breath, after his hand rested solidly on the small of Obi-Wan’s back he added, “Maybe Kote when we’re here. Alone.”

Obi-Wan smiled and kissed Cody’s shoulder, letting his eyes droop shut at the feeling of warmth that spread through him while encircled in Cody’s arms.

“What about you?” Cody asked after a moment.

“Hmm?”

“What does your name mean?”

“Oh.” Obi-Wan tried not to stiffen too much at the question. He didn’t want Cody to know he’d hit a bit of a sore spot. But it was for naught as Cody tilted his chin up with a gentle finger.

“I’m sorry, cyare . I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s quite alright.” He took a deep breath and released his ancient, engrained trepidation into the Force. “I was surrendered to the Jedi Temple at six months old. A note was pinned to my swaddlings that read Obi-Wan Kenobi . The Order mistook it as my name; Stewjon is not a Core World and very few travel to and from it making the language rather unknown. But I researched it one day many years later. Obi means no or not or none. Wan is to call. So, 'not called.'” He sighed, letting his fingers dance over Cody’s chest. “In other words, no name.”

Cody’s voice was barely above a whisper. “And Kenobi ?”

“ Ken is a suffix for family, a clan.”

“Clan none?”

Obi-Wan put on a tired and broken smile. “No name, No people.” Abandoned, his mind supplied, pulling at old feelings of unwantedness.

“A Foundling,” Cody breathed.

“What?”

“In Mandalorian culture you’d have been a Foundling.”

And oh that sounded so much nicer than abandoned and unwanted and all the other harsh words that circled through his mind at the thought of his name’s origin. He huffed a little laugh, “Perhaps that’s why I was drawn to the mission of protecting Satine on Mandalore.” He sighed and tightened his grip around Cody’s waist. “That or choosing a new name to go undercover.”

“What made you pick ‘Ben’?”

Obi-Wan chuckled quietly. “Well now, we’ve come full circle in this conversation.”

Cody raised a brow.

“‘Ben’ was a phonetic cousin to Byn B-Y-N, Stewjoni for a watchtower or sentinel.”

Cody grinned and landed a kiss to Obi-Wan’s cheek. “That’s quite fitting.” Another kiss. “Would you want me to call you Byn ?”

“Maybe when we’re here. Alone,” he echoed back Cody’s words from earlier. “But if it’s all the same to you, darling,” he began, scooting up closer and capturing Cody’s lips into a kiss, “I much prefer cyare .”

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vodika-vibes · 2 months

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Would you please please please think about a part two for your Cody Day piece??

Just One Date pt II

Summary: You promised Cody a date, and he's come to collect.

Pairing: Commander Cody x F!Reader

Word Count: 1677

Warnings: Smutty, but there's no penetration

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This was supposed to be full of smut, but I'm not really feeling it. Sorry.

Someday, you’re going to learn to not underestimate Cody.

Clearly it’s not today, because if it was, you would not be surprised to see him standing outside the door to your room, a boyish grin on his face, and a basket of something in his hands.

“Comm-” He shoots you a look, and you sigh as you fight the amused smile, “Cody,” You correct, and are rewarded with an almost blinding grin. “Is something wrong?”

“You promised me a date.” He replies, “You agreed to one night, for me to prove that we can be amazing together.”

“I did, yes.” You say as you lean against the frame of the door and fold your arms, “I thought you were going to wait until we returned to Coruscant for that.”

“Lame. That’s too far away. And I’m far too impatient to wait. Can I come in?”

You tilt your head to the side and consider his question for a moment, your lips twitching in amusement, “I suppose, if only to keep you from pouting at me.” You finally say as you move out of the way.

Cody slips past you, and you finally allow the door to close, as you turn towards him. He has a wide grin on his face, and you can’t help but wonder what he has planned.

“First, I have a present for you.”

“Oh, Cody, you didn’t have to-” You trail off when he presses a simple paper rose into your hands, “...did you make this?”

“I did.” He replies proudly.

You lightly trail your fingers over the paper petals, a small smile crossing your lips, “You didn’t have to.”

“I told you, I have a plan.” Cody’s grinning again, “I have every intention of making tonight so amazing that you want to say yes to being my girlfriend.”

“You don’t think you’re being a little excessive?”

“Nope. If anything, I’ve toned today down to not overwhelm you,” He says, as though the idea of overwhelming you is laughable. “Anyway,” Cody opens the basket and shows you what he’s brought, “Rather than risking making you sick with the slop that the GAR likes to call food, I bullied General Kenobi into teaching me how to make desserts.”

You peer into the basket, and you’re surprised when you see a wide array of pastries. “Cody, I would have been happy just spending time with you. You really didn’t need to go so far-”

“I want to spoil you.” Cody interrupts, “You do so much for me, and my brothers, you deserve this.”

You stare at him, eyes wide, and then you drop your gaze as you feel your face heat, “I must sound so ungrateful,” You mumble, “Thank you, Cody, for doing this for me.”

“Mesh’la, if I could afford it, I’d buy you the softest silk clones and the finest jewelry,” Cody replies, “And it would be worth it. Every single credit.”

You laugh softly, and take a half step towards him, before you reach out and lightly press your hand against his cheek, “You’re sweet, but I don’t want any of that.”

Cody sets the basket on your desk, and then presses his hand over yours, his gaze is locked on your face. There’s a small smile on his lips, as he moves a little closer to you, so he’s in your personal space. “What will make you happy, cyare?” He whispers, his free hand coming up to cradle the side of your head.

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, a smile crossing your face, “For the war to be over and you and your brothers are free to choose what you want with your lives.”

Cody doesn’t say anything for a moment, and then he chuckles quietly, “Yeah, I have about 5 credits, cyar’ika.”

“Well then, you being here is enough.” You reply as you open your eyes to look up at him.

Cody’s thumb rubs slowly against your cheek as his dark eyes scan your face, “Huh.”

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“I was just trying to get a reaction out of you in the medbay the other day,” He admits, “But I don’t have to prove to you how great we’ll be, do I?” A small smile lifts his lips, “You already love me.”

A huff escapes you, “Honestly, Cody, that’s not how a confession works. You’re supposed to tell me how you feel, not how I feel.”

His small smile morphs into a full fledged grin, “So, I’m right then? You love me.”

Your face heats, “Is that so surprising?”

“I want to hear you say it? Please?” Cody asks as he leans in and bumps his nose against yours.

“Alright then.” You murmur, “I love-” You’re not able to finish your sentence as his lips press against yours in a chaste kiss.

It’s a quick kiss, quicker than you want, but Cody presses his forehead against yours and sighs softly, “Your lips are so soft…” he murmurs, before he leans in and kisses you again and again.

This time, when he breaks the kiss, he takes half a step back, a low chuckle leaving him, when you try to follow him. “Easy there, cyare.” He says softly, reassuringly, “I’m not going anywhere.”

You consider him for a moment, before you press your body flush against his, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck, “You were right, the other day.” You say quietly.

“I often am,” Cody replies, “What was I right about?”

“I do often want to drag you into a storage room and ride you until neither of us can walk straight.”

Cody drops his head to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips, “Kriff, cyare…why did you tell me that? This is our first date, I’m trying to be respectful-”

“We’re both adults,” You point out reasonably, “No one will judge us. Unless, you don’t want-?”

“Oh, I want to.” Cody says immediately, “I also want you to know that I’m never going to get any work done ever again, knowing that you’re thinking about riding me in a storage room.”

You giggle, “You’re welcome.”

“Awful, simply awful,” Cody’s lips find purchase against your throat, “Going to have to punish you…after I find out if the rest of your body is as soft as your lips.”

He pulls himself out of your grasp, just long enough to peel the top of his blacks off. Cody tosses the shirt to the side, to be handled at some other point in time, and he immediately slides his hands under your shirt.

Your fingers glide up his stomach, and ghost across his chest, your gaze lingering on the dog tags sitting innocently around his neck. “Oh, cyar’ika,” Cody quickly tugs your shirt up and off and tosses it to the side, “Do you like my dog tags?” He asks before he attaches his lips to your shoulder.

Your face heats, “I joined the military so they’d pay for my school,” And then you pause, “The armor and dog tags are just an added benefit.”

Cody’s head snaps up, something gleeful crossing his face, “You have an armor kink?”

Your face heats even more and you press your face against his shoulder, “I’m not admitting to that.”

“Kriff, cyare. If I knew that I wouldn’t have bothered to take my armor off before coming here.” Cody groans.

You’re quiet for a moment, and then you glance up at him, his eyes are blown wide with desire, and a small, shy smile lifts your lips, “Next time?” You offer.

Cody’s hands still just under your breasts, “Next time?” He asks.

“If…if you want there to be a next time?”

Cody’s lips part, and he exhales slowly, “Take your clothes off, cyar’ika.”

“Yes Commander,” The words slip off your tongue almost absently, but Cody’s reaction meant that you were definitely going to do it again. As soon as his rank falls from your lips, he groans, deep in his chest, and his hips rock against you. His erection is hard against your stomach.

“Minx,” Cody says once he manages to get ahold of himself, “You’re going to get yourself into trouble-”

“...promise?”

His chuckle is low, and your stomach swoops in excited nervousness, “Clothes off, my minx.” Cody repeats.

Slowly you obey his orders, allowing your clothing to pile on the floor at your feet, and as soon as you’re totally bare, Cody’s hands are on you. Gliding over your breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples, ghosting down your stomach and over your hips, sliding around to grip your ass firmly.

You writhe against him, “Commander, please, don’t tease.”

“Mm, I’ll tease if I want to.” Cody counters, he kisses you quickly, and then dips one hand between your thighs, “You’re so wet, minx.” He breathes out, “Is this all for me?”

“Yes, sir.” You reply.

“Mm, my good girl.” Cody spreads your slick around, before he pulls his fingers away and licks them clean, his gaze dark as he looks your over, “I was going to bury my face in your pretty pussy until you fall apart for me,” He murmurs, “But I’ve changed my mind.”

“Did you?” You ask, slightly breathlessly.

“Oh yes,” Cody kisses your shoulder, and then trails his lips up to your neck, “Get on the bed, my pretty minx. You’re going to put on a show for me.”

You whine quietly, “Commander-”

He nips your shoulder, “Only good girls get their Commander’s cock. Put on a show for me, cyare, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Another whine leaves you, but slowly you climb onto the bed and position yourself so you’re comfortable.

Cody pulls your desk chair over to the bed, positioning it so he can see you clearly. “Whenever you’re ready, my pretty little minx.” He says quietly, his dark gaze locked on your pussy.

Slowly your fingers glide down your body, and you know, even as your finger starts to slowly circle your clit, that you’re not going to be able to walk in the morning.

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sunshinesdaydream · 6 days

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Hello there! I have a request from your Clones Ice Cream page :) Can it please be with Kix and he helps the reader after they fall (reader is clumsy) with the blushing prompt?

Thank you for the ask! I had to take some inspiration from my own situation with being clumsy though.

And thanks to everyone so far for the asks sent in! I'm looking forward to everyone of them.

Hope you enjoy this!

Falling for You

Pairing: Kix x Reader Event: Sunshine's Follower Milestone Graphic dividers and Event graphics: by myself @sunshinesdaydream Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Mentioned spatial awareness deficiency, is referred to as clumsiness. Word count: 487

You had been seen to by the medics many times. The GAR frowned on even basic bacta bandages without “medical supervision”. So the scrapes you usually would have attended to on your own with a cleaning, ointment, and bandage became a trip to the medbay full of medics and Jedi Service Corp healers.

Being a mechanic with poor spatial awareness was one thing when you overstepped a rung on a loading ladder and simply went home that night, took some pain meds for your bruised “ego” and went on with life. Now it would call for a scan to make sure you hadn’t fractured your tailbone and one of the medic troopers fussing over you. It didn’t matter who was there, you were always approached by the same trooper. Kix.

Kix, probably the prettiest trooper in the GAR, the 501st for sure. He was kind and witty and you could probably go on all day about him. You absolutely did not want him to know exactly how clumsy you were.

So far you had been able to play off every injury as something that happened while you worked. Cuts and scrapes were easily explained as typical to a mechanic’s day.

“And how did you manage to get this?” He asked as he sprayed an antibiotic on your scraped knuckles. It was an odd time, he was alone in the med bay when you had arrived with your hand wrapped in a clean shop towel.

The lie came easily as you focused on breathing and staying calm as he held your hand gently. “Busted them on an engine compartment,” not that you had busted them when you had stumbled into a bulkhead with your hands full.

“Hmmm” he hums, smoothing healing gel into your injuries. He wraps your hand in a bandage. “Try to be more careful,” he said. You nod, inwardly cringing, as you stand up to leave.

Then the inevitable happens. You make it all of four steps and your foot catches on a cart you had accidentally veered towards. You expected to hit the floor, but you didn’t. Kix catches you before you hit, pulling you upright with his arms wrapped around you.

“So what would have been this time? Malfunctioning hatch?” Kix teases.

“I…” you were at a loss for words.

“It’s cute when you blush,” he continues, still holding you in his arms.

“I’m not blushing!” You insist even as your cheeks blaze.

“Yes you are!” He says with a low chuckle. But his expression fell, “Will you tell me now what really happened? I don’t like to see you hurt,”

“I tripped into a bulkhead while I was carrying engine parts,” you answer quietly, your cheeks still on fire.

With a warm smile he gently kisses your forehead. “There, that wasn’t so bad. Was it?” He asks. “Will you let me walk with you to the mess and have dinner with you?”

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ariundercovers · 11 months

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One Last Time (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: You made it to the waters with Din and Bo - but what does that mean for the two of you?

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no gender descriptors used in this one!)

Word count: ~1.5k

Warnings: fluff and angst abound

a/n: this is a lil one-shotty thing that I have a lot of other ideas for additional installments if there is any interest! But let me know if you do!

The three of you head into the cave, though you and Din stop just in the mouth of the entrance as Bo’katan continues forward. She speaks up, over her shoulder. “And here we are: The Mines of Mandalore. I’ll give you two a minute, I’m going to scope things out.” Din nods back at her affirmatively, and you turn to him, excited.

“You made it, Din. You did what no one else thought was even possible. The living waters are still here! You can set everything right again.”

He sighs, his voice audibly terse through the modulation. “I know.”

Your brow scrunches in confusion. “Why don’t you sound happy about it?”

He turns to you and seemingly stares for some time. When he finally speaks, his voice cracks slightly, like it pains him to do so. There is a curve to his upper back that wasn’t there before and a weight to his shoulders that he didn’t carry on the way down.

“Because after I am redeemed in the waters, I will no longer be an apostate, but I will not be able to kiss you again.”

His words visibly take you aback, shattering the happy moment and splintering your heart. “What?”, you whisper. He pauses briefly before responding.

“I cannot remove my helmet.”

Realization settles over you slowly and unwillingly, eventually letting out a near-silent, “Oh,” as means of acknowledgment. He hasn’t moved from his spot by even a millimeter.

“Is this still okay with you?”

“It… It’s not my choice, Din. This is your religion, your faith…. I support you in whatever you need to do for this. Always.”

“Even this?”

“Even this.”

“Cyare…”

“Even this, Din. I promise. Even with this.” Finally, he breaks his stoic posture and walks over to you, placing his gloved hand on your face tenderly, stroking your cheek with his thumb. The scratch of the worn leather prickles your skin as you look into his visor, wishing you could see the expression on his face. “If you’re going to, uh… be redeemed after this is all over anyway, can I ask you for something?”

“Anything, cyare.”

You were still his beloved, even if he couldn’t kiss you to prove it.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself before asking. “Can I kiss you one last time? Please? I promise I won’t look. I’ll keep my eyes closed until you tell me to.”

He responds with a hum and you blink down at your feet.

“If that’s asking too much, I understand. I’m sorry. I don’t mean to overstep, and I don’t want to test your faith, so please don’t let me do that.” His hand travels down your arm to grasp the back of your own, the other hand mirroring it on the opposite side. Slowly, he pulls your hands up toward his head, placing them on either side of his helmet.

You lock eyes with his visor again and he commands lowly.

“Go ahead.”

Your eyes go wide. “Really?”

He nods, touching foreheads with you as you close your eyes.

“Yes.”

You feel his right palm come up to your cheek and pause there before he drags it across your eyes to shield your vision as he pulls slightly away from you, though still within your reach. His voice is low and gravelly when he repeats his earlier command.

“Go ahead, cyar’ika. I mean it.”

You slowly, so slowly, lift the helmet off his head and drop it into your right hand, where he takes it from you and places it somewhere on the damp rocky floor beside him with a soft clink.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.” He whispers, as his left hand wraps around the back of your neck, pulling you into a kiss. It's the fieriest kiss you think you’ve ever had, all passion, teeth, and tongue. The hand on your neck travels down to the small of your back and you snake your own up to his face, running your fingers through the sparse hair on his chin and cheeks. You savor the feeling of his skin against your own, trying to commit the shape of his cheekbones and nose to memory before it is lost to you forever.

Suddenly, the gloved hand that was covering your eyes shifts, moving to the side of your face and then wrapping behind your head and fisting into your hair. You squeeze your eyes shut even tighter, afraid to stop thinking about it for even a moment.

When he finally pulls away from you for a moment, the two of you are breathing heavily. Din rests his forehead on yours and you breathe together for a few beats before he finally breakas the silence with another instruction.

“Open your eyes,”

The order shocks you and you instinctively shake your head ‘no’ in response, yet he continues to urge you further.

“Open your eyes, cyar’ike.”

You hesitate, letting your breathing calm down as you attempt to rationally respond to him. “I can’t, Din, I can’t do that to you.”

Your hands are on his shoulders now and you can feel his body heave out a sigh at your response. “Then do it for me. Let me see you. Open your eyes.” You pause for a moment before giving in, as you slowly creak one eye open, and then the other. Din has a soft smile on his moustached lips, his wide brown eyes boring into your own. Something primal wells up in you as you get a full view of his face for the first time, and your body lets out an involuntary squeak. His thumb rubs lazy circles into the back of your cheek as your eyes dart about, trying to commit all of his features to memory.

“Din, you’re… you’re so beautiful.” A barely there tinge of pink develops over his features and you smile wide. “I love you. I love you so much.” His face is deeply expressive - showing all of the embarrassment and self consciousness that he’s feeling at once, pulling on your heartstrings like nothing else ever had before. It breaks you just a little bit when you can feel the heat in his cheeks become to much for him and he kisses you again.

This time is deep and slow, savoring the taste of your lips on his. It feels final - you know you need to get moving, even in the midst of such major shifts between the two of you. Eventually, you break away and speak once more.

“Din, I love you so much that I’ll let this be both the first and the last time I get to look into your eyes, and I promise you that I will never, ever, ask you to remove your helmet ever again. I respect you, and your Creed, way to much to ever possibly do otherwise.”

He blinks back at you and smiles, sadly, bending down to pick his helmet back up. You pull him in for another quick and searing kiss before launching your arms around his torso and pushing your cheek fiercely into his cuirass. As you pull away, he lifts his helmet to place it back on his head, but you reach out to stop him.

“Wait. Let me? Please?” He nods and yields the helmet to you, taking a knee in front of you so that you could reach more easily.

You place it above his forehead like a crown and slowly bring it down, covering his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes, then his cheekbones, and the tip of his nose. You pause there, leaning into him to grasp his lips with your own one last time. You try desperately to burn them into your mind.

When you finally force yourself to pull away, you finish slipping the helmet over the rest of his face, and he reaches up to re-engage, tell-tale hiss of an air-lock slipping back into place. He stands slowly and you give him the best sad smile that you can muster.

“I love you like this, too, Din Djarin.” The words creak out of your throat with tears in your eyes, and he once again presses the forehead of his helmet to your own, a keldabe kiss, as he told you a few weeks ago. “I love every version of you.”

The stare coming back at you from his visor is obviously blank, but you imagine him smiling underneath of it.

“You ready?” He questions, voice modulated once more.

“As I’ll ever be.” he turns you around with a hand on the small of your back and leads you toward Bo’katan and the steps below.

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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I think I accidentally sent you an incomplete ask for the ficlet requests. Whooops😅. I was going to say that I would love to see a jedi female reader get seriously injured while protecting Wolffe(established relationship w/ reader) and the rest of the Wolfpack. When reader wakes up in medbay, she finds a very angry/scared and protective Wolffe, along with the rest of the Wolfpack.

no worries!! i hope you enjoy this :)

words: 820

summary: after you save his life, your boyfriend isn't too happy about your self-sacrificing tendencies.

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On the Line

Saving him wasn’t even a decision, it was just something you did. The Force worked in mysterious ways, and you weren’t going to question things that were out of your control. You just knew that at any moment, you would be willing to give your life for his in a heartbeat, and there suddenly was a time where you thought that might actually come to pass.

He wouldn’t have seen the blaster being trained on the back of his head, and you knew what was happening before the assassin even had the chance to lift the gun. You understood it now, why the Jedi Code was so against the idea of all-consuming love, because at that moment, you weren’t thinking clearly. Instead of sending the gun flying away and avoiding all injury, or even deflecting the blaster bolt with the Force, you threw yourself in front of the blast. Spooked, and now having caught the attention of everyone in the surrounding area, the bounty hunter took off running as you crumpled to the ground.

You could feel it pierce your abdomen as you fell. Seeing as the Jedi didn’t really wear that much armor, it hurt, and you immediately started to lose consciousness. There was something numbing about the pain you were experiencing, and you didn’t really care about anything that happened. All that mattered was that Wolffe was safe.

As the darkness finally overcame your mind, you barely registered the feeling of someone’s hand clutching yours and the sound of frantic voices shouting for help.

***

You hadn’t expected to wake up again, but this wasn’t exactly what you expected being part of the living Force to feel like. Your body shifted, and shooting pain was sent through your abdomen and lower back. Confused, you tried to open your eyes.

The place where you were right now looked a lot like the flagship’s medbay, and something was stopping you from moving. Looking down, you could see GAR-issued nightwear and could feel the thick bandages covering your midsection. A few medical droids flitting about the room, and it became clear to you that you had survived.

Before you got a chance to speak, and ask one of the medical droids what had happened, the door to the medbay opened and an annoyed-looking Commander Wolffe strutted in. “Cyare, what were you thinking?” he asked as he reached your bedside, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. “What in Maker’s name compelled you to do that?”

“It’s nice to see you too,” you rasped, smiling a little at the expression on your boyfriend’s face. “There’s so many words coming out of your mouth, and neither of them are ‘thank’ and ‘you.’”

Clearly, he didn’t really appreciate your little joke, but the little eye roll you received in response was so worth it. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? Why didn’t you just tell me what was going to happen?”

You paused, not sure what to say. “I’m not sure,” you admitted. “Once I realized what was happening, there was nothing else going through my brain but to make sure that you were safe, and my instincts reacted before I could think of anything else to do.”

Your explanation seemed to soften the expression on his face, and he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead before responding. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“I know,” you said. “But I didn’t want to lose you either.”

“Maybe next-” but before he could finish his sentence, the door to the medbay opened once more and a few more members of the Wolfpack stepped inside. Wolffe quickly retracted his hand from yours (as no one else knew about the recent shift in your relationship), and he stared at his brothers as they made their way over to your bed.

“How are you feeling, General?” Comet asked.

“Not too bad, considering I just got shot a little while ago,” you responded.

“You would have thought Wolffe was the one who had gotten hit, based on the way he was freaking out,” laughed Boost.

Sinker smiled. “Yeah, and he wasn’t happy when the medics and droids kicked him out of the medbay either.”

You just stared up at Wolffe, who was clearly hoping that his troopers didn’t put two and two together about what they had just said. You trusted the Wolfpack with your life, and you didn’t think they would rat you two out, but you also knew they would tease you endlessly about it.

By the time the med-droids kicked all your visitors out for being too loud when there were other patients trying to sleep (except for Wolffe, who pulled rank to be able to stay), you were feeling a lot better. And it definitely had nothing to do with the kiss you shared with the commander after the curtains around your bed had been drawn, that’s for sure.

- the end -

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zoeykallus · 1 year

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Awww! May I request The Bad Batch and maybe Howzer ? Speaking Mando’a to their S/O like saying something funny or romantic that they wouldn’t say out loud or maybe S/O learns a few phrases for them? I love it when couples with different cultures try and learn one and another’s ❤️❤️❤️

Sounds like a cute idea to me :))

But I don't know anything about Mando'a so... let's hope for the best ^^'

The Bad Batch x Reader HC's - Speaking Mando'a

No Warnings

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Hunter

You two walk through the streets of Mos Eisley and Hunter can see you are a little nervous. The people around here are mostly gangsters, at least in the part of town you are roaming around right now.

"Don't you worry, Cyare, I'm always your cabur", he says softly, grabbing your hand.

You look at him puzzled.

"What's a cabur?"

"It's pronounced KAH-boor, and it means 'guardian' or 'protector'"

"Is it Mando'a?"

Hunter nods.

"I didn't know you really speak that language"

Hunter explains, "At some point I thought it's part of where we are coming from, even if we are cloned, not born, it doesn't hurt to know about it"

"Cyare is Mando'a too, right?"

"Yes, and it does mean 'love'. Madalorians use it to address their partners"

You smile at him, warmth spreading in your chest. You knew it was something sweet, but to finally really know it, felt different, much more real.

Echo

You two are walking thorugh a market and Echo got into a fight with one of the vendors over a faulty item he sold him an hour ago.

"Di'kut!", calls Echo over his shoulder at the vendor when you pull him along.

"Stop, Echo. You won't get anything out of this. You got your credits back"

Echo huffs, "A brazen son of a bitch is that!"

You chuckle, "I'm not used to you talking like that. What does 'di'kut' mean?"

Echo calms down a bit, smiles at you and says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. 'Di'kut' means 'idiot"

"Is it Mando'a?"

"Yes, dear, it is"

You grab his hand and ask, "Can you say something nicer in Mando'a?"

Echo nods, "Sure. What would you like to hear?"

"What would you like to tell me?", you ask back.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, ner kar'ta"

"What's it mean?"

Echo smiles and kisses your cheek, "I love you, my heart"

Wrecker

"Kandosii'la!"

"What?"

You are trying on an outfit for a party tonight. Wrecker and you are invited, and you want to look good at your man's side.

"Kandosii'la!"

You chuckle, "Yes Wrecker, I heard that, but what does it mean?"

He laughs, "Oh! It means 'amazing'. You look amazing, sweetheart"

You smile and turn around once more.

"Really?"

"Mesh'la!"

"Is that Mando'a again?"

"Yes, it means 'beautiful' ", Wrecker explains, gets up from his seat and pulls you close.

As he places a soft kiss on the top of your head, he says, "I can teach you a few words if you like"

"That would be nice"

"Okay, first of, we call Crosshair 'di'kut!"

Tech

You sit with Tech outside the Marauder in the shadow of a tree, leaning into one of his arms. He's holding his holopad with the hand of his other arm and is answering all your questions about Mandalorian culture.

Listening to his voice, cuddled to his side, you picture the things he's telling you about in your mind. Mandalorian's culture is anything but boring, and it's more or less part of his ancestry.

"Can you speak Mando'a?", you ask him.

"Indeed"

"Say something in Mando'a"

"What do you want me to say?"

"Do you love me, Tech?"

He raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"Yes I do, I thought it was obvious"

You smirk at him.

"Then tell me in Mando'a"

He smiles and says softly, "Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum"

Crosshair

"What are you doing there, Kitten?"

You almost jump off the chair at the table.

"How do you always sneak up on me like this?", you ask with a wildly pounding heart.

Crosshair smirks.

"You are always with your head in the clouds or something, it's not exactly complicated to sneak up on you. So? What is this? Are you trying yourself at Mando'a?"

"Mhm", you hum in agreement.

He sighs and sits down next to you.

"Give me that", he snarls and picks the pen out of your hand, "Most of this is wrong"

He corrects an embarrassingly high number of mistakes you made and hands the pen back to you.

"You should read this carefully and remember it, I've added the pronunciation. Tonight I'll quiz you, if you get more than half right I'll show you how to shoot with my rifle."

You look up at him excitedly as he stands up.

"Your rifle? Really?"

He smirks.

"Now focus and learn, Mesh'la" he says, kissing the top of your head before leaving the room.

"That means beauty!" you exclaim, feeling your ears and cheeks grow hot.

Howzer

"You are calling me all these names and I don't know what they mean"

Howzer smirks at you.

"You want to know?"

It always sounds so sweet and soft when he uses these words you don't understand. You know they are something nice and sweet, but you want to know for sure.

"Of course"

He caresses your cheek and says, "'Mesh'la', means beauty or beautiful"

It tingles under your skin where he just touched you.

Howzer softly lifts your chin with his finger, "'Cyar'ika', means Darling"

His face comes closer, and he says softly, " 'Cyare', means love"

Howzer's lips touch yours softly as your eyes close. As you open them again, you ask, "What about 'di'kut'?"

Howzer laughs, "I never called you that"

"No, but you called one of your brothers that"

He chuckles, "It means 'idiot'"

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znerac · 8 months

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Been rlly depressed lately, so heres something i just came up with. Hope its fine lol

Pairing: Din Djarin x FTM reader Warnings: established relationship, panic, SH scars (nothing too descriptive), comfort, just overall sad to comfort fluff, depictions of dysphoria, mention of abuse, Happy ending!! :)

Lately the overwhelming sense of dread and depression sat on your shoulders, And there was no doubt the Mandalorian had sensed your change in atitude. You went from your happy, glowing smiley atitude to being quiet, kept to yourself and for once, a frown sat on your features for more than a second.

You found it hard, being cooped up. The razor crest was small, and there wasn't much to do. You found yourself sitting in your thoughts often, giving the child a slight smile to reassure him you were fine.

You werent.

You felt the build of pressure on your back, the well of pain on it too. The thoughts of your family making you shudder. Not to mention the heavy, heavy weight of your own gender covering your entire body. You wore thick clothes, overheating but pushing through it. Staring at yourself in the mirror, and sighing when you looked down at your body.

You had to look away from the kid whenever you felt tears well up in your eyes, for what you couldn't explain why.

It had been about two weeks into this, when Din had sat you on the edge of the cot in his bunk. He had had enough of watching his happy boy mope around, and he didn't understand what was happening.

You sat there anxiously, your nerves making you jittery yet all of your limbs heavy. You could barely look up at him with your eyes, which were underlined with dark circles of lost sleep.

You were a mess.

"Cyare, can you tell me whats been going on?" he asks.

Usually Din isn't the one to start conversation, he felt weird doing it. But concern took over his care for that. You looked up at him, lips parting while you searched for an answer to give him. Din see's the struggle, and sighs.

"Look, i just.. You've been different. I'm sure grogu has noticed too. I just want to see whats up, what i can do." he offers, And it pangs you in the heart that he's saying he cares. Making tears once again well up in your eyes. Din is quick to run his gloved thumbs under your eyes to wipe those tears away. Visor staring at you, just slightly tipped down.

And when it tips down further, a surge of panic, freezes you over.

Din is quick to grab your hands, "Cyare.." and you can't help but let out a sob, and your mandalorian is stunted. Unsure of what to do, obviously now it is clear to him you are struggling. He's felt it before, but knows well on how different it is for everyone.

"Tell me whats bothering you, I'm all ears. I won't judge you, cyar'ika, you will feel better if you talk about it"

So you do, you talk about whats been bothering you. Your body, your parents, how they used to scream or hit you before the mandalorian swept you up into his ship. How every day you couldn't stop rethinking over everything, the pressure you feel, the stress.

Your faceless lover listens, silently taking in every detail, looking over your face. He isn't sure whats best to do, but he wants to help.

When you stop talking, you look at him with tire in your eyes. Your mandalorian gets to your level, and slowly slides up your sleeve. Your about to pull away, tearing up again. But he begins to lift his helmet. You would look away, but its almost if he wants you to look. His mouth is exposed, just the tip of his nose too. And he presses his lips to the scars on your wrists and arm.

Tears fall onto your cheeks as you watch, you watch how he pays special attention to the newer ones. And once he's done, pulls his helmet back down and pulls your sleeve to its original position.

"You're not alone, Cyare, ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. I'll be with you for everything." he says, beginning to take off every piece of armor on him. You swallow any words down, you didn't have any to say. Just tears running down your cheeks. You've never seen him so sweet, but your too tired to feel much or get up.

Besides, when he's just in his flightsuit and helmet, he crawls into the cot and lays on his side. Opening his arms for you, and you give him the faintest smile while slowly crawling into his arms and laying down.

The warmth his gives off is comforting, his smell too. You can't help but bury your head in his chest, inhaling him and feeling your nerves itch away to let your body relax.

You see the door close and the light evaporates in the bunk, and the telltale hiss of the seal of his helmet is heard. He took it off. The next thing you feel is his hand in your hair, the other wrapped around you while his nose is also dug into your hair. His lips kissing the top of your head.

He probably felt the way you melted into him, relaxing and letting your body go. It may not cure what you were feeling, but it definitely needed this. It was helping.

He pulled your closer, whispering his affection, his care and how he was there for you. Calling you affirming petnames, kissing your forehead, rubbing your back. Letting you know you were going to be okay.

You needed all of it, and thanked him quietly, soaking up everything, feeling your thoughts dissipate as sleep started creeping up on you. And finally, you got some well needed rest in the arms of your mandalorian.

Things were going to get better.

A/n: Might not post as much, Hope the drabble was okay <3

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wanderinginksplot · 9 months

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Gar Cyare

Being in a new relationship isn’t easy - especially when it must be a secret and you live on a planet where every move is observed. But life goes on, and there are new challenges for you and Alpha every day.

(Alpha-17 x fem!reader. Warnings are included in individual chapters.)

Ranov'la (Secret) - 4.0k words.

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Jatisyc (Delicious) - No sexual content, but this chapter has blunt conversations about sexual history and has been flagged as potentially mature. - 3.7k words.

Ba'balut (On Patrol) - 8.9k words.

***This chapter is sexually explicit and is hosted on my alternate blog. 18+ only, please!*** Tome (Together) - 6.8k words ***NSFW chapter, 18+ readers only!***

Ramikadyc (A Commando State of Mind) - 6.3k words.

Jahaatir (To Deceive) - 4.9k words.

Echoy (Search) - 5.0k words.

Be'chaaj (Away) - 5.4k words.

Aruetii (Traitor) - 5.1k words.

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kaminocasey · 1 year

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Tell Me You Won't Go

Summary: Tbb s2 E12 Spoilers. Mayday is about to leave, but you want him to stay.

A/N: SPOILERS AHEAD. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. (okay now back into hiatus I go lol. Just fell immediately in love with this man. Sorry!)

Pairing: Commander Mayday x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI; Angst, Fingering, Feelings

(Gif credit: @imstill1nl0vee)

“And how long will you be gone to Barton-4?” You ask Mayday as he’s slowly packing his bag.

You know he’s not anymore thrilled about this desolate frozen planet than you are.

“I’m… not sure…” He pauses his packing before looking up at you. “A while… They think possibly up to a year.”

“May… that’s… That’s a long time.” You murmur, sitting crossed legged on the end of your bed, your elbow on your knee, and your chin in your hand.

Mayday’s expression softens and you feel bad for sounding so needy. But you’ve been seeing each other for about a year now, no labels, nothing. You need to know where you stand. Sure, he’s a commander in the GAR, but to you, he’s just Mayday. You don’t care about ranking.

When he walks toward you, the commander in him is gone. It’s just you and him.

“Tell me then.” He murmurs, softly, gently cupping your face, leaning in close, your lips almost touching.

“Tell you what?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes.

You know what he’s asking. You know him like you know the back of your hand and then some. He’s the only person you’ve ever known like this. And he knows you just as well. Doesn’t make it any easier, though… Does it?

“Tell me you love me.” He smirks.

“I…” You murmur.

You do. You love him. You really fucking do. Why can’t you just say it?

“See, you can’t even tell me how you feel.” He chuckles, softly.

“Well, you haven’t said it either.” You shrug.

He rolls your eyes. “Always so difficult.”

“Am I?” You tease, lightly.

He pushes you back on the bed and you can’t help but laugh as you scoot up toward the head of your bed. “Oh, mesh’la. You and I both know you are.”

He crawls up to you, hovering over you, smiling down at you.

“I’m not gonna say it first.” You whisper as his lips find his way to your throat.

“So, you do love me.” He hums, nipping slightly, making you squirm underneath him.

His fingers trail to the edge of your panties, his finger brushing along the inside, sending a trail of fire across your pelvic area.

“And you love me.” You sigh.

“Damn right I do.” He slides his fingers over your sensitive, clothed warmth and you let out a small gasp that trials into a whimper. “I love you so much, it’s ridiculous.”

“H-how ridiculous?” Your eyes close and he leans in close to your ear so that his breath leaves a ghost of a whisper just below it.

“Let me show you?” He kisses your neck and you nod, eagerly.

Mayday slides your panties down your legs and tosses them to the end of the bed. Your legs automatically fall open for him and he smiles down at you proudly.

“Look at me, cyare.” He kisses your lips so lightly that you almost miss it.

You open them just in time to see him slide his fingers into his mouth, making your own lips fall open slightly, clearly turned on by the sight. When he trails those same fingers down to your wet warmth, your eyes follow them, biting your lip.

“No, baby. Eyes on me. I wanna see your face perfectly as you fall apart for me.” He tells you.

Who are you to deny a commander?

He slides his fingers through your wet folds, and the groan that leaves your lips is something he knows he’ll think about every night while he’s away. Mayday continues to tease you before sliding a finger into you and your hand flies to his arm to anchor yourself to him. To this moment.

“Stay…” You whisper with pleading eyes.

You don’t even realize the gravity of what you just said before he stops moving his fingers.

“What?” He asks.

“S-stay… here. With me.” You murmur as he pulls his fingers out of you carefully. “Don’t go.”

You know how much trouble he could get into if he were to ever get caught so your next words are planned carefully.

“We can go somewhere. Start a life together.” Your hands slide up to his warm broad chest.

“Mesh’la… I-” He whispers.

“I love you, Mayday.” You tell him. “I… I can’t live without you… and I know what I’m asking is a lot… But I’ll give you the galaxy. I’ll give you anything.”

He sees it right then. What the right choice is. And he’s looking at it… At you.

With a sure smile, he pulls you closer. “I suppose you better start packing too, then.”

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sofasoap · 1 year

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Mending Heart

Pairing : Din Djarin x f!reader. featuring Grogu, Paz Vizsla + OC.

Summary: sequel to heartbreak and Wrenching heart. Din is a big di’kut. His ad’ika to the rescue.

Slightly AU-ish, Din didn’t get N1 after Razor Crest got blown up.he got something similar. And his relationship with Paz isn’t that bad. He is still trying to redeem himself but didn’t get kicked out of the covert completely. Mummy Armorer is still pissed off at him though.

Warning: Mature theme. strong languages. Alcohol use.

English isn’t my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes.

A/N : I seem to be writing all the Din fic for the University students at the moment to push them on ( Trust me, I know your pain. been there done that) @groguspicklejar and @deakyjoe this is for both of you.

MASTERLIST

I am happy, I am back with Armour buir.

But where is Singing buir?

“She’s not here anymore, ad’ika.”

Why do you look so sad, armour buir? Armour buir isn’t happy anymore, I can feel it in the force.

There’s singing buir! We found her! She is happy to see me! But why isn’t she happy to see Armour buir? She is sad too.

Why are you crying Armour buir?

“I messed up, ad’ika. I really messed up.”

“You are a di’kut.” “ I know.” “ The biggest di’kut out there.” “ You don’t need to repeat that.” “Utreekov.” Din sighed. Sitting back to back with Paz, he Lift his helmet up slightly, downing another shot of spotchka. Trying to drown himself in alcohol and sorrow. Paz turn towards Grogu, “Gar buir kaysh mirsh solus” ( your father is an idiot ) “ Coo??” “ Can you not teach my ad’ika weird words.” “ He needs to learn some Mando’a you know.” Paz grab the cups, pour both another serving of spotchka. “Did you present her with a courting gift?” “.. I did, with my signet on it too.” “Hmm. Then I don’t know where you went wrong then.” “ Did you explain to her what it means?” Paz’s riduur chimed in as she put a plate of fruit and dried meat down for the men to snack on. “......NO.” “ I swear you Mandalorians always assume everyone should know all the hidden meanings behind the actions.” She sighed. Turning to Din, “You know Paz chuck me a knife the day after he saved the village, hover around me for days, expecting me to say something to him.” she rolled her eyes. Din remembered. Paz kept sneaking out to the village, and when the Armorer ask him what he is doing, all he replied was, “Just to see everyone is alright at the village, I have to make sure the security is up to date.”

His vod was so love struck by the woman who fought valiantly to protect her village, he didn’t even care she is a non-Mandalorian, he dug through his family weapon cache and gifted her a sacred heirloom. Pass down only from Father to son. It’s not until his now-riduur went up to him and push the knife back into his hand, “ I don’t need another knife, I have plenty in store, we got a stash full of weapons in the armoury here, Mandalorian. Keep this for your covert.” Only then did Paz realise his mistake in approach.

He remembered laughing at Paz, from the great Vizsla clan, who could have ANY Mandalorian, hell, there was no lack of warriors trying to throw themselves at him, he went for a non-Mandalorian. The chaos that ensued after that. How the tide turned.

“ I am a di’kut.” Din groaned. “ I did tell you.” “Shush Cyare. Stop making fun of your Vod.” Sitting down by Paz, she consoled Din, “ Look, you can still redeem yourself…” “ I feel like I am redeeming myself a lot lately. This is probably going to be more impossible than finding living water on Mandalore.” “ As non-Mandalorian.. I can suggest gifting her more… conventional gifts? Flowers… sweets.. What does she like?” Din look at Grogu, what do YOU like? Oh dear.

“Patu!” Turning your head as you heard the sound, narrowing avoiding the sharp edges of the wingspan of the ship you are fixing. Peli has been commenting on how you are really not concentrating lately. Connecting the heat exhaust vent to the life support system, putting the fuel intermix back to front. You are embarrassed. You pride yourself in quality jobs, and here you are, mind wandering over the places. Giving back the vibroblade back to Mando was your own way of cutting the tie with him completely. Forget about him. Moving on. He doesn’t care about you. You convinced yourself. Yet. You find yourself thinking of him even more. No. You just miss the little green pea. “ Patu patu!!” Now you feel a little hand smacking your thigh. Looking down, Grogu was there by your feet, trying to get your attention. “What are you doing here?!!” you shuffled out from under the wing, picking him up, he extended his two little arms, and presented to you dried flower in his tiny claw-hand. “ Aww, thank you little pea, is that for me?” You look around the hanger nervously, Grogu is here, does that mean Mando is here too?? Makers, that is the last thing you want. You spotted Boba Fett standing by the hanger door. What is the Daimyo here?? “Greetings Daimyo, what can I do for you today? Do you require me to fix one of your transporters ....” “ Relax, please, just call me Boba Fett. No need to be so formal. I am babysitting the little green thing here for the day. He insisted on coming here and giving you the flower.” You let out a breath of sigh. At least Mando isn’t here. The way Boba Fett is looking at you, you feel like there is something else he isn’t letting on. Few weeks later, Grogu is back again, this time with a little colourful stone in his hand. Fennec is with him. With amusement written all over her face. Next was some hard-boiled sweets. The time after that was a bottle of perfume from Pasaana. A scarf from Coruscant. Cloud puffs from Bespin.

Wasaka berry from Khashyyyk.

Five-blossom bread from Naboo. Your favourite pastry from your younger days. Now you are getting more and more suspicious about the gifts. The little Pea definitely didn’t choose them. Deep down you know who was instructing him to bring the gifts. Coward. You thought. Getting his son to do the job for him. “We got a secret admirer here?” Peli teases you. “You mean either the Daimyo or Fennec? I doubt it.” You rolled your eyes. The gift just keeps coming. Always Grogu bring them, accompanied by either Boba or Fennec. Until that night. Peli has gone out again, to one of her dates. “Zeltrons,” she commented, “ great drinking companions, they hardly get drunk with their second liver!”

You decided to take advantage with a bit of solo time, dragging one of the crates to the centre of the hanger, enjoying the beautiful light of the three moons with a glass of light liquor you save up for occasions. Hearing the slight clunk sound of metal door opening, you assume Peli was back from her outing, you made a comment without turning around, “Your date didn’t go as planned, Peli?” You were met with the sound of heavy boots coming towards you. That’s not Peli, alarm bells ringing in your brain. Why didn’t the security droid alert me? Out of habit, your hand went to your belt, grabbing the vibroblade, only to realise, you returned it to its original owner. Worse of all, you left your blaster in your bunk.

Slowly turning around to face whoever the intruder was, you saw something shiny reflecting under the moonlight. It’s Din. He strides towards you, only stopping about arm length distance away. You always admire the confidence he exuded when he walked towards his bounty, his prey. His helm tilting down slightly, looking straight at you. Suddenly that confidence he was showing disappeared a little. You swallowed hard. Why is he here?

He spoke first. “... .You got all the presents?” “Yes.” So your guess was right. It was from HIM. Fidgeting your hand, you wait for him to say more. Instead, he reaches around to the back of his belt, and brings something forward to present to you.

The vibroblade. The same one he gifted to you before. “I… In… In Mandalorian culture,” You can hear the wavering in his voice with the slight distortion through the modulator. “ We.. gift a weapon, with our clan signet on it.. To.. um… someone we intended to court..” He was shifting a bit on his feet. “ I.. I am sorry I didn’t explain it to you the first time I gave it to you.” You can tell he was getting nervous. “I came to apologise and.." he was practically begging by this point, “ Please forgive me. I have been a di’kut.. An idiot for pushing you away. I was only thinking for myself.. I didn’t realise you were just as equally as hurt after losing Grogu..” “Please come back.. We miss your presence…. I MISS YOU…” You reach towards his helmet, he flinches and moves back a bit with instinct. Pausing a bit, silently letting him know you have no intention of removing his helmet, he shifts towards you a little bit more. Pulling him down, you rest your forehead against his helmet. You hear a gasp was too soft to be picked up by the modulator. Din wonders if you know the significance of the action. “You are the biggest, most idiotic, most frustrating Mandalorian I ever dealt with, Din Djarin.” Din’s knee nearly gave out upon hearing you using his real name for the first time. “ I convinced myself to forget about you, but how can I forget our time as a family? As a clan of three? You were too good to us, Din….” Tears were slowly falling down your cheek.

“ I realise you care about us in your own way, but you really need to tell me what is going on in that beskar brain of yours.. I can’t guess what you are thinking all the time.” You were sobbing by now. Din moves one of his gloved hands towards your face, wiping away the tears. “You were ignoring me, not telling me what your problem was, I was so hurt. I thought we had something going on between us, yet you keep pushing me away, I don’t feel wanted anymore, just like my family. Throw me away when I was no use to them.” Din’s heart tightened. This is the first time you let out any details of your former life.

“Yet, you wouldn’t let me go.” sucking in a deep breath, you continue pouring your heart out. “ I am not an object Din, you can’t trap me with you without giving me one good damn reason. So I ran. I ran as far as I could. But you still found me.” “ By pure chance.” he softly added. “ By pure chance. From that point I was actually believing the Force was leading us together. I wasn’t planning to stay here this long.” “But I didn't want to get hurt again. I want to cut my ties with you once for all.” “ That is why you gave me the vibroblade back.” Din replied with saddness in his voice. “ I didn’t know the significance of the gift. Though, even if I did, I would still have given it back. For what you have done.” Din looked down to the ground with shame.

You sighed. Pulling away from him, you push his hand with vibroblade back towards him.

His heart dropped.

“I am going to ask you again, do you miss me only because you have Grogu back and you need a maid to look after him again? To have someone fix your ship, clean up after you two, and throw me away again when I am not needed anymore?” You growled. “NO! It’s not like that Mesh’la… I..” He stepped forward and blurted out.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum.”

Your eyes widened. You vaguely remember the meaning of the sentence from your studies.

“I will know you forever..” You whispered. Din’s head whipped up, shocked. “ you…. “ “Yes Din, I know what it means.” you reach out to his hand and take the vibroblade from him. “ I can’t leave yet , Din. There’s too much work going on for Peli to deal with on her own. Come and pick me u in a few months. In the meanwhile. I will keep this gift of yours.”

Din pulls you into a tight hug. You bury your face in his hard beskar breastplate. It’s a start. You’ll see how this goes. You are allow yourself to hope again.

If in doubt, use Grogu. He will melt anyone’s heart. Din was trying his luck with whatever he could find, hoping to hit the mark with one of the presents. Reader has been hurt so deeply, she needed a lot of reassurance from Din before she accepted his love. I can’t believe i am saying this.. I might write a bloody part 4. Gosh.

If i feel like it...I might write about Paz and his riduur’s comedic courtship sometime.

Thank you so much for reading, any likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! 😀

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rare-clone-fic-exchange · 4 months

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Nine Lives for Sergeant O'Niner

A/N: This is a collaboration between @anxiouspineapple99 and @dystopicjumpsuit , written as a gift for @deewithani

Pairing: Sergeant O’Niner x Reader (GN)

Rating: M (minors DNI)

Wordcount: 1.5K

Warnings and tags: angst; fluff; little bit of smut (nipple play; implied oral sex); not canon compliant; everyone lives AU

Summary: Sergeant O’Niner must have nine lives. How else could he have survived the battle of Rishi Moon?

The Coruscanti rain pelted the window of your office, relentless as the ache in your chest as you sat sipping tea and flipping through the latest issue of the Bar’leth Journal of Galactic Archaeology. You normally loved the soothing pitter patter of water on transparisteel, and even now, you would have been relaxed by it if it weren't for the nagging anxiety that plagued your thoughts.

It had been one week since the news broke that the Separatists had attacked Rishi, and the outpost had been destroyed. One week of pure torture as you waited for word about O’Niner’s fate—all the while, keenly aware that the GAR would never notify you directly, given that your relationship with the sergeant was not only unsanctioned, but perilously close to forbidden. It felt unfair—even cruel—but there was no way you could discover what had happened to him through official channels.

As the days passed, your despair grew, until late one afternoon, your comlink chirped, and when you answered, you saw the beloved face you’d come to believe you might never see again. You tried to say his name, but all that came out of your mouth was a broken, hoarse croak as tears of relief stung your eyes.

“Ner cyare,” he murmured, holding the holo close enough that all you could see was his face.

You instinctively reached out to touch him, pulling back as your fingers encountered nothing but air and light as you whispered, “I thought you were…”

“I know,” he replied quietly. “I’m sorry; I commed as soon as I could.”

“Are you all right?” you asked, your voice finally coming back to you.

“I am,” he replied. “And so are all the men. I still can’t believe we all made it out alive.”

You let out a relieved laugh that sounded more like a sob. “I swear, you must be a loth-cat with nine lives.”

“You didn’t think my name came from my CT number, did you?” he grinned.

“What happened?” you asked. “How did you survive?”

He chuckled. “That’s a good story, and I can’t wait to tell you in person.”

Your heart began to pound. “In person? Are you coming back to Coruscant?”

“As soon as—” He cut off abruptly as he heard the approaching footsteps of a group of troopers. “Gotta go.”

The transmission cut off abruptly as O’Niner ended the comm. You waited for him to call back, staring at the chrono on your desk as minutes ticked by at an agonizing pace. The call never came, and you accepted that O’Niner might not be able to find an opportunity to call again.

The afternoon passed in excruciating slowness until at last, you decided you had suffered long enough and began to pack up to go home. The downpour had relented to a miserable drizzle by the time you made your way to the platform to hail a speeder-cab.

Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rested on the headrest. The anxiety that had swirled in your gut all week had now transformed into a dull, unyielding ache of longing and missing and wanting and needing. Your mind wandered, and you were so distracted that you missed the quiet ping of your datapad as your home security system alerted you that it had been turned off.

As the speeder-cab pulled up to your building, the rain began to fall in a torrent, and you darted through the downpour toward your door, hastily keying in your code and ducking inside your flat. You shook the water off and pulled off your raincoat, reaching to hang it up when you heard a soft sound from the other end of the flat. You froze, then turned around slowly.

A light was on in your refresher; you could see it shining from under the closed door. You crept down the hallway, and suddenly the refresher door opened. You shrieked with alarm and flailed your raincoat at the intruder, then whirled and fled down the hall, running for your life.

“Cyar’ika, wait!” a familiar voice called.

You skidded to a halt and turned around slowly. O’Niner stood just outside the refresher, wrapped in nothing but a towel as steam poured from the open door.

“O’Niner.” His name left your lips as a desperate whisper. “You’re home!”

A soft smile crossed his lips and slid up to his sparkling amber eyes. You bounded toward him without wasting another second, colliding with his body as you wrapped him in a tight embrace. A hiss of pain rushed through his clenched teeth.

Startled, you pulled back. “I’m so sorry!”

“Worth the pain, darling.” He chuckled, pulling you back into his arms as he pressed his forehead against yours. His velvety voice sent chills dancing down your spine. “Were you planning on beating me to death with your raincoat?”

“Maybe.” Your eyes flicked to the fresh bacta patch obscuring his abdomen. “You’re hurt. You said you were okay.”

Suddenly every new bruise and scrape was illuminated in the low light of your apartment. Your brow knit tightly in concern as you leaned back to inspect his injuries.

“I’m alive, little one,” he said softly. “That means I’m fine.”

“That’s why the holo was zoomed in on your face!” Your voice rose slightly, worry lending it an accusatory edge.

“I’m. Fine,” he enunciated firmly as he grasped your shoulders.“Don’t look at me like that. If I’d told you I’d been shot you would have panicked.”

“I do not panic!” you objected.

He chucked you under the chin, a soft smile crossed his lips. “You’re panicking right now.”

“No, I’m not—Fine. Yes. I might be panicking a little,” you pouted. He may have been right, but you didn’t have to be happy about it.

His other hand caressed and massaged your hip as he leaned closer to you. “You know, you still haven’t kissed me yet.”

You drew in a shuddering breath, pushing down your anxiety and irritation as you tried to focus on the present: he was home; he was alive; he was with you. You raised your fingers to his face and traced the lines at the corners of his eyes, then slid your fingertips into his dark hair that was flecked with gray as you drew his face closer to yours and pressed your lips against his forehead. You kissed a trail down the side of his face until you reached the corner of his lips, and then he wrapped you in his arms and pulled your body against him as his mouth captured yours in a heated, passionate kiss.

He was still soaking wet from his shower. The glistening water droplets sliding down his firm, brown chest and abdomen soaked your shirt, and you didn’t care a bit. It didn’t matter anyway, because his deft fingers were already undoing your buttons and pushing the shirt off your shoulders.

You kissed down his neck, and then down his chest, but you hesitated and pulled away, staring at him with troubled, anxious eyes.

“I promise, I’m all right,” he reassured you. “But if you’re so concerned, you could always kiss it better. One kiss for every injury, ner kar'ta?”

His heated smile reassured you more than anything else he could possibly have said, but you weren’t letting him off the hook so easily for trying to hide his injuries from you.

“I don’t think that’s how it works,” you pointed out.

“You would deny a dying man his final wish?” he teased, desire plain his eyes.

“You said you were fine.”

“Mmm,” he grunted softly as his gaze swept over your features wistfully while his hands lingered at your waist. “I may have spoken too soon. I’m suddenly feeling so… very… weak…”

“Incorrigible,” you muttered, peppering his chest with kisses, licking up the shimmering water droplets that still clung to his skin, scraping your teeth softly over his nipples in the way that you knew drove him wild.

He rumbled quietly as his fingers tangled in your hair, gently urging you to go lower. You glanced up at him with a mischievous light in your eyes as your tongue swirled over his nipple, refusing to continue your progress until his breath became ragged and he was starting to moan and whimper, just the way you liked. At last, you drew away.

“I think you’ve earned a real bed, don’t you?” you asked.

He nodded, his eyes dark with lust as you took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. Your fingers trailed down his body until you reached his towel, and with a quick tug, it fell to the floor.

“As much as I’d love to tackle you onto that bed, I think it might be better if you just lie down,” you murmured. “I’d hate for the night to end with you in a hospital.”

“Might be worth it,” he smirked.

You traced over his shoulders, then gently pressed on them until he complied and lay down on his back.

“We can play rough some other time,” you whispered as you knelt between his thighs. “Tonight, I’m going to be very, very gentle.”

“Not too gentle, I hope,” he said before sucking in a loud breath as your tongue glided over the tip of his cock. “Holy Maker, cyare.”

“There’s nothing holy about what I’m going to do to you,” you promised. “But I have a feeling that won’t be the only time you pray to the Maker tonight.”

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huntershoe · 3 months

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Can't sleep?

Senior Commander Night x reader

Warning: pure fluff

Exclaimer: Commander Night was made up by artist fishermanarts that you can find on almost every platform.

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I actually made myself cry with this one soo...that's something new. XD

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Senior Commander Night has been awake for a lot longer than what would be considered healthy for a human being, writing reports and signing important documents that required to be sent back to Coruscant. His insomnia kicking in he was not able to go to sleep even after he finished all the documentation he laid in his bunk in only his boxers, starring at the white celling of his quarters. Hours went by with him not being able to close his eyes for not even a minute.

After he reached his limit he let out a loud groan, squeezing his eyes shut he finally stood up, deciding his next move. He dressed back into standard blacks and headed out of his quarters.

His body automatically led him to his General's quarters, yours. He knocked at the doors, waiting for you to open.

It felt like hours before you finally managed to get to the doors and opened them, peaking your head out. You squinted your eyes as the bright lights from the hallway shined on your face. Looking at your Commander you wondered, "Night?"

He looked terrible, well as terrible as one hot man can be.

His eyes showed just how tired he was and the bags underneath were there to prove it.

"I...I can't sleep." Night finally admitted, his usual resting bitch face non existent as he looked at you, begging without any words.

Of course you knew instantly what he was asking for.

You opened the doors completely, ushering him in and he went willingly. You closed the doors, locking the both of you in complete darkness. Grabbing his hand you led him towards your bed bunk, letting the force guide you through the darkness.

You sat him down on your bed, crouching in front of him.

"Off or on?" You ask knowingly.

It took a moment but he finally mumbled an answer.

"Off"

You nodded, despite knowing he could not see so you just squeezed his hand reassuringly and slowly started to undress him. You gently grabbed the hem of his top part of the blacks, slowly pulling it over his head and his hands. You threw the piece of clothing on your chair, using the force to make sure it landed there.

Next was the bottom part and you slowly started tugging down his blacks past his hips. Night gathered just enough strength, grunting as he lifted himself off the bed for you to pull the pants down his legs and off of his feet.

"Lay back cyare." You told him softly and he complied instantly, laying down on his back and pulling himself into your bed.

You repeated the process of throwing his blacks on the chair and then proceed to take off your robes that you hurried to put on when you heard the knocking.

You slowly climbed beside him, into your bed, grabbing the sheets you made sure you were both covered up.

"That alright?" You asked to make sure and he just hummed, turning on his side and sneaking his arms around your waist, pulling you to him.

You felt yourself smile as he buried his head into the crack of your neck and taking a deep breath. You sneaked your own arms around him, one making its way into his hair.

You could feel him relax instantly as you started to massage his scalp and playing with his soft curls.

He let out a puff of air, tickling your neck as he squeezed you impossibly closer.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner meshurok." Night mumbled into your neck, and planted a kiss right under your ear.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner me'suum'ika." You whispered back and kissed the side of his head.

Night fell asleep after ten minutes, listening to your heartbeat. With a soft smile adoring his lips.

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I'll be in my bed crying.

Fun fact: I started writing this with full intention on it being pure smut...boy how things turned around.

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vodika-vibes · 1 month

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(You know who this is)

May I have Sev x female IT Ambrosia and Corriander a nsfw/steamy scenario for Sev's reaction and thoughts to what he sees and what he reads in the filthy sketchbook/journal please? 🥺🥺🥺🙏

(Lol, I keep picturing him just holed up somewhere for three days, reading, sketching and getting off and it makes me giggle x3)

Thank you either way hun.💛

You are an amazing writer and I hope to be as good as you someday! 🌻

The Journal pt II

Summary: Sev's thoughts when he has the journal, and then his first time with you.

Pairing: Clone Commando Sev x F!Reader

Word Count: 953

Warnings: Smut

Prompts: Ambrosia - love is reciprocated, Coriander - lust

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: Sorry that this took so long...and that it's so short. Sev didn't want to agree with me here.

Sev absently runs his fingers over the fine leather cover of the borrowed notebook, the images etched on the paper flashing through his memory as he settles back in his bed and opens the book to the first page.

The first couple of pages are rough sketches.

Rough sketches of her, his pretty little artist. Some of the sketches are more detailed than others, others are much more rough, just outlines, but even so, Sev can’t look away.

How someone so talented is living her life as an IT specialist for the GAR is beyond him.

He flips past the sketches, pausing every now and then to admire some of the sketches of his brothers, or plants or buildings, before he gets to the first image of him.

Well. The first image of them together.

It is a very good drawing, very detailed, though he knows that she would have had to use her imagination on some parts. Even so, the image on the page could have come from his own imagination…or his own fantasies.

He skims the words written on the opposite page, but Sev quickly finds himself unable to focus on the written words in favor of the images on the pages.

And here he thought that his crush was wholly one-sided.

He’ll have to do something about that. Later.

Sev flips through the notebook quickly, glancing at the pictures and skimming the half story that she’s written, a small smirk crossing his face as he looks at the pictures.

His cute little cyar’ika is kinkier than he thought, at least, she is if these pictures are accurate depictions of her fantasies.

He wants to fulfill all of them.

Sev shifts, uncomfortable with how tight his blacks have gotten due to his arousal. That’s something else that he’ll handle at some other point in time. Later tonight, maybe, when he’s in the shower.

It’s the only place he gets any damned privacy after all.

He scans one of the images one more time, and then reaches for a sheet of paper and a pencil. If his cute little cyare is going to fill an entire notebook with her fantasies, the least he can do is share one of his own.

It’s only fair after all.

Sev is crowding into your space, his arm is folded over your head, and his free hand is resting gently on your hip. You know that your face is flushed, with embarrassment, yes, but also arousal.

He leans in and catches your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. And you eagerly lean into the kiss, into him.

Roughly he nips your lower lip, and then pulls away, but only far enough that he’s able to speak. “Where’s your room, cyar’ika?” He all but growls against your lips, and you really shouldn’t find that so attractive, but you really, really do.

Wordlessly, you take his hand and tug him further into your home, until you’re standing in the door to your bedroom.

And that’s when Sev takes over again.

He crashes his lips against yours again, and walks you backwards until you topple on the bed, landing with a startled squeak. A squeak that’s swallowed by him, as he follows you down to the bed.

Everything about Sev is intense.

You know this. You’ve known this. It’s part of the reason that you were so attracted to him from the start.

But now that he’s here, pressed against you, his hands sliding under your shirt to remove the material from your body, you’re finding yourself a little overwhelmed.

Sev pulls away and peppers kisses across your face, and then he pulls away a little more to strip your shirt off, and he tosses it to the side. And then he stops for a moment, and he lightly presses his hand against your cheek.

Something soft and adoring crosses his face, “Beautiful,” He murmurs, “I’m going to make you feel amazing,” Sev promises, “I bet you’ll be gorgeous when you fall apart around my cock, angel.”

Your face heats, and you turn your head to press your face against his forearm.

“Aww…my sweet girl is feeling shy?” He presses a kiss to your neck, down to your collar, and then kisses down between your breast and lets his lips linger on your stomach.

Your gaze meets his, and you smile softly as you reach out to thread your fingers through his hair.

Sev hooks his fingers around the waist of your pants, and slowly tugs them down, “I need you to know, cyare.” He murmurs as he presses light kisses to the newly exposed skin, “I must have gotten myself off to those images five or six times.”

You giggle softly and then gasp when he nips your hip.

“Kept imagining you with me in the shower.” He murmurs, his gaze remains locked with yours as he slides down your body, “Your pretty lips wrapped around my cock, looking up at me with your pretty eyes.” Sev groans at the memory, “Soaking wet…and not just because of the water.”

His name slips from your lips in a breathy moan, and he chuckles, “Kept imagining you getting off on getting me off. Getting yourself all worked up because of me and my cock-”

“Sev, stop teasing-” You whine.

He laughs, “I haven’t even started teasing you yet, cyare.” Sev slides up your body, and kisses you, slowly and deeply. “I’m going to make you feel amazing.”

“Please.” You whisper to him.

“Well,” Sev kisses you one more time, “How can I deny you when you ask so nicely.” And then he pulls back and strips his shirt off, tossing it to the side. “I’m going to ruin you, cyar’ika.”

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sunshinesdaydream · 16 days

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The Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Pairing: Hardcase x reader Rating: SFW WARNINGS: Bad times. Neurodivergence implied. Medication mentioned. Kitchen appliance malfunction, mention of military deployment, vehicles breaking down, and bad cafeteria food. Summary :You have a really bad day. Word Count :934 Graphic Header by:@sunshinesdaydream (me) Dividers by: @lornaka & @freesia-writes Reblog Banner from: @tcwmatchmakingau

The day was bad before it had even started. Hardcase was returning from an extended deployment and you couldn’t get out of work for the day or even early. You remind yourself it’s fine, he’ll be home when you get there and you had a few days off during his leave. You would still have more than enough time to get ready to go out after you got home. It was crappy, annoying, but nothing you couldn’t deal with.

But then other things began piling up. The caf machine sputtered, popped, and died instead of making your morning cup. The caf shop next to your transport stop had a line out the door, so it wasn’t an option to get and make the transport to the GAR warehouse complex on time. On the shuttle you realize your com hadn't charged last night, the energy level was low.

Once at work you realize you left your lunch at home and would have to be subjected to whatever the cafeteria decided to serve, never a good prospect.

You were able to manage a cup of mediocre caf and to charge your com once you got to work, but those small wins were quickly overrun.

Everything going out was running late, everyone picking up was early. Two droids malfunctioned and had to be taken for repairs leaving you to do some of the heavier lifting.

In the middle of the mess you got a message from Hardcase, they were in orbit and starting to send troopers planetside. You were busy enough that having to tell him that you hadn’t managed to get the day off only caused you minimal sting at the moment. He didn’t mind, of course he didn’t.

“I’ll see you when you get home, Babe 😍” he answered.

The food offerings in the cafeteria that day you knew you wouldn’t be able to eat. You were already feeling overwhelmed, the questionable texture would surely put you off. So you used the vending machine, which of course was out of your favorite ration bar. You opted for one you knew you could eat.

You wanted to call your best friend or her husband, who has adopted you like a sister, to vent. But both were off planet on vacation. Since you were working Hardcase was likely sticking around to help Rex.

The headache set in after that, just in time for several paperwork snarls in the afternoon. It seemed like the day was never going to end.

Finally you punched the lock code into the door and waited for the shuttle across the complex to the public transportation stop. And waited. The shuttle finally arrived with an apology, evidently the warehouse droids weren’t the only ones having an off day. They were down a shuttle.

You finally collapsed onto a seat on the public transport and rubbed your temples. Halfway home the transport stalled and it took nearly an hour for them to get a back up one to you. You sent a message to Hardcase, biting back a sob you knew you would not be able to contain if you heard his voice.

‘ Transport broke down, I’m going to be late. Sorry’ you sent.

‘Don’t worry Babe, I’ll be here when you get here. ‘ he answered quickly.

Your half hour commute had taken more than three times that. During that time you tried to calm yourself, get yourself to the mental space you would need to be. You had promised Hardcase a night out when he got home this time.

The minute the door of the apartment closed behind you, you slid to the floor. Tears streaming down your face now that you were home. You try to calm and gather yourself, but the second you hear him call out from the kitchen the tears would not be restrained.

“Cyare,” he murmured, dropping to the floor next to you and pulling you into his arms.

“S-sorry, you’re finally home and I sh-should be happy,” you managed to sob out. “G-ive me a few minutes a-and I can get ready,”’

He squeezed you tighter as you hid your face in his neck. “We don’t need to go anywhere,”

“I promised, you after all that time stuck on the ship” you answer him, sobs still interrupting your speech.

“We can do something tomorrow, it’ll be no fun if you aren’t having fun too,”. Hardcase tells you, “we’ll take care of you tonight. When you feel like it you can get cleaned up, I’ll order us some of those noodles you love.”

“It’s not that bad, sorry I’m just being dramatic,” you tell him as you try to force yourself to recover.

He laughed lightly at that, “Babe, being around Fives all the time? I’m an expert in dramatics. Besides, the kitchen was enough for me to see that you had a rough day. Even without your message about the shuttle and the transport.”

“Oh! The caf machine! I meant to order a new one! I have to clean that up!” You sniffle back tears as you try to wiggle out of his arms.

“Shh, wait a minute,” he said. “That’s all taken care of. Between your caf, most of your breakfast, your lunch, and your meds on the table? It couldn’t have gone well”

Hardcase kissed your temple, “relax babe, it’s over. Let me hold you for a while and while you get one of those fires of Mustafar showers you love so much I’ll order some food in.”

With a small giggle breaking though your disappearing sobs, you sigh and bury your face back into his shoulder.

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