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sushiburritonoms · 2 years

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Din/Luke Kyber Crystal Drabble for Tene <3

Hi gang!

My dear @bronze-lorica has been so supportive to me this year so I wrote her this short Drabble (ficlet?). I'm sorry it wasn't smutty my darling ;_; (next time tentacles!)

This is untitled, not beta'd, doesn't really make sense and its just vibes and thoughts about sentient kyber crystals. Maybe one day it'll turn into a real story, idk. Enjoy!

All kyber crystals are sentient.

When Luke told Din this, it was said so casually, so matter of fact that Din failed to immediately grasp the enormity of the statement. He’d been too busy processing the revelation that the Darksaber, the ancient Mandalorian weapon that was so coveted and desired by his people, was the source of his recent spat of odd dreams and strange phantom sensations. The faint pulse against his palms. The way in which the saber seemed to curve in the desired direction even before his arms completed the move. The strange weight that the Darksaber had when he dwelt for too long in negative thoughts. All of it was real.

It was even more impressive because Din was only slightly Force-sensitive. More than most, but not to the level of Luke and Grogu. Apparently, for a full Jedi the sensations were a lot more intense. “You’ll get used to it,” Luke had assured him, with a sheepish look on his face. “Eventually.”

It was a lot to take in and there were so many other things to worry about; Bo-Katan and Boba Fett’s Tatooine takeover and revenge tour being his biggest problems. Then when Mandalore was reclaimed and Fett and Shand were mostly content with the Empire they had built, Din had found himself distracted with Luke himself. He had completely forgotten the existence of other kyber crystals until the day when he had pinned Luke against the wall of his newly built Jedi temple and accidentally pressed his beskar clad hip too deeply against the metal shaft of Luke’s saber.

One second he was sucking on a particularly sensitive part of Luke’s lower jaw and the next second he felt something like electricity shoot through his left thigh and down his leg.

“Ow! Kriff!”

Luke also flinched, his hand pulling away from Din and immediately going towards his side. “Oh! I’m so sorry.”

Din winced and pulled away so he could rub at his leg. “It’s ok.”

Luke’s eyes flicked to Din. “Not you.” His hand closed around the saber and his eyes fluttered closed. “I was apologizing to my crystal.”

Was it just Din’s imagination, or was there a slight hum in the air? A mix of electricity, the sound of a X-Wing’s engine, and a soft metal chime.

Din’s hand immediately went to the Darksaber. He felt nothing.

“They don’t like the feeling of your armor pressed against their casing,” Luke explained as his eyes opened.

A thousand questions rushed into Din’s head but all that came out was “They?”

Luke shrugged. “They prefer they/them as their pronouns in Basic.”

Din swallowed nervously. “They being the kyber crystal in your lightsaber,” he clarified.

“Yes.” Luke looked apologetic. “I think it’s the Force damping properties of beskar, it bothers them. It’s interesting, the Darksaber never said anything about that before.”

The Darksaber. Talked to his ...to Luke. Din’s grip tightened on the Darksaber and in the back of his mind he was bewildered to realize he felt the slightest pang of jealousy.

He pushed away the feeling and thought for a minute before he spoke. “Do they...have a name?”

The look Luke gave him could only be described as ‘fond’. “They’re a kyber crystal, they don’t identify like that.”

Of course, they kriffing didn’t. Din had a dozen more questions about the nature of kyber crystal identity and how they were sentient enough for pronouns but not names, but he squashed all of them in favor of the most important one. “Does the Darksaber use pronouns?”

Luke tilted his head, perhaps asking Din’s saber silently. “The Darksaber....identifies as The Darksaber.” Luke sighed. “The Darksaber has a very unique presence in the Force.”

The Darksaber finally gave Din a slight pulse against his palm. The sensation reminded Din of a massiff headbutting his hand for attention. He gave it a reassuring pat.

“You looked disturbed.” Luke held out both of his hands for Din again.

“I’m….thinking,” Din admitted, but he let Luke pull him close again.

“As much as I treasure the ability to watch you think, I was really enjoying making you stop.” Luke leaned to press his lips lightly against Din’s chin. He knew that even the gentlest touches were still intense to Din after his many years of covering his face. He only needed to caress Din’s cheek with the tip of his nose and he was a boneless mess in the shorter man’s arms.

“But we should go to my room and put the sabers away first,” Luke sighed in between nips to Din’s neck. “It’s not like they’ve consented to any of this.”

That was like a burst of ice against Din’s back. He pulled back in shock, only to see a wicked grin spread across Luke’s face. He giggled and Din swatted at his ass.

“That’s not funny.”

“My crystal thought so,” Luke laughed. Then before Din could pout Luke grabbed one of his hands so he could lead him back towards his room.

That night they were very careful to lay the sabers side by side on the softest cushion in Luke’s room. Just in case.

—---

It was possible that Luke’s kyber crystal had enjoyed riling Din up because after that night he became more aware of the crystal’s presence. It started with Din hearing the strange starfighter/wind chime noise more frequently. When Luke appeared content or when he was in deep mediation, Din would hear the hum emanate from Luke’s side. In the rare moments when Luke lost his patience or became annoyed, the air around him would become charged with static electricity. When Luke held Grogu close or laughed at something that Din said the hum would shift to a vibration that reminded Din of a Tooka’s purr. Eventually--he wasn’t quite sure when--he started to hear the crystal every day.

But where Luke’s crystal was loud, the Darksaber remained mostly silent. It didn’t seem to respond to any of Din’s moods nor did it react when he tried to talk to it, both out loud and in his mind. The only time it reacted at all was when it was used.

When Luke and Din spared, the Darksaber would finally open up and pulse like a living breathing creature. The longer Din practiced with Luke, the more the Darksaber seemed to come to life. Perhaps it was his imagination, but there were times when the Darksaber seemed to become heavier in his grip when he needed a steady blow but as light as a vibroknife when he needed to reach. Din wasn't Force-sensitive and he couldn’t make the saber come to his hand with his mind, but it soon became clear that no other Mandalorian was going to disarm him. It was like it was glued to his hand in combat and only Luke had the power to part the blade from Din’s grip.

Din asked Luke once why the Darksaber never seemed to hum like Luke’s crystal.

“Well. My crystal has never partnered with another sentient before. It’s very young compared to the Darksaber. The Darksaber is ancient even for a kyber crystal and it and has passed hands so many times. The experiences it has had, the lives it ended or saved are so incomprehensible to the average human, so there’s no way for me to tell you why it reacts to you the way it does.”

Din had frowned at that. “Are you saying the Darksaber is traumatized?”

Luke had shrugged. “I’m saying I have no idea. All I know is it’s chosen to be with you.”

Maybe the Jedi said that to make Din comfortable but if anything it made him feel worse. At least Luke’s saber sounded like it liked him. It gave off an aura of warmth and the soft chimes and hums it made seemed to fit the Jedi’s personality like a true partner. He didn’t have that any of that with the silent Darksaber.

Or least that’s what he’d assumed until the day when they encountered the Sith.

—--

Technically, it was an Inquisitor, which Solo would repeatedly remind Din of later. She wasn’t a fully trained Sith. But then, what did any of them know about the Sith? Even Luke’s knowledge had gaps. The Inquisitor was dressed in all black skimpy clothing that looked like it wouldn’t protect her from a strong breeze, let alone a battle. She had the exact same lack of common sense that Luke had by refusing to wear armor. Truthfully, she looked like a diseased womp rat, with beady yellow eyes, equally yellow sharp teeth. Even her lightsaber was ridiculous, all sharp with unnecessary spikes along the hilt. She didn’t have a name, just a number and she wanted nothing more than to murder Luke. Seemed Sith-y enough for Din.

The fight between Luke, Din and the Inquisitor was intense. Despite her decrepit appearance, the Inquisitor fought like a woman with nothing to lose. Where Luke’s strikes were powerful with purpose in each swing, hers were wild and chaotic and her randomness and desperation was slowly pushing the battle to her favor. Soon their sabers moved too fast for Din’s eyes to follow. After wasting precious moments trying to follow, he gave up and focused all of his attention on the monitor in his HUD that was monitoring Luke’s heat signature. He watched and waited.

When the monitor suddenly detected a heat spike, it coincided with a choked gasp from Luke. That’s when the Darksaber was vibrating in Din’s hands before he was even fully aware of it. His body was moving before Luke’s could land on the ground.

Din didn’t scream–the Darksaber did with a howling sound that reminded Din of the booming scream of a detonator, the wail of a child, and the growl of blaster fire. He felt warmth pour out of the hilt in his hands and wrap itself around until there was pressure against his shoulders, molded to him like his own beskar’gam. The Darksaber pulled Din’s arms and he instinctively followed; he went just low enough so the red saber nicked the top of his helmet. Instead of shooting up, the Darksaber pulled him around, like a child’s top. He stuck out his leg and the Inquisitor went flying with a rageful screech.

He could feel the Darksaber like he never had before, still vibrating like the aftermath of an explosion, its warmth wrapped around his arms just like beskar. For a moment he even thought he saw something shimmering, reaching out to Luke as he lay stunned from the deep burn in his side.

Before Din’s brain could start to panic he felt something pull his chin away from Luke and towards the Inquisitor. The Darksaber brought him back into the battle and directed his gaze past the still screaming woman to the abandoned silver hilt lying abandoned in the dirt behind her.

Din is not Force-sensitive.

But kyber crystals are and that is how Din suddenly ended up with a green blade in his left hand.

Both Din and Luke did not how to duel weld.

The Darksaber did.

It pulled back so that Luke’s crystal could wrap itself around Din like cool water that flowed along his forearm and wrist. Where the Darksaber growled, Luke’s saber sang. It moved Din’s left hand defensively while Din’s right hand attacked. Every time the Insquistior tried to harm the crystals’ partners, they helped move Din’s arms up in ways he only vaguely recognized from Luke’s training. Together they managed to push back the Inquisitor long enough until her saber was pinned under twin blades, leaving her face unprotected.

Which allowed an injured Luke to finish the battle. He pulled Din’s beskar staff off his back and directly into the Inquisitor’s neck with the Force. Din didn’t even flinch as blood splattered onto his helmet’s visor. He was too distracted by the harmonizing hum that flooded him from both the Darksaber and Luke’s saber. They sang together in a type of kyber crystal victory song that shook Din’s entire body and it didn’t leave him even after he clipped both sabers into his belt and rushed back to Luke. The Jedi didn’t have the strength to say anything but Din could tell that he heard it by the look of awe and wonder in his tired eyes.

—---------

The two crystals continued to hum softly as he carried Luke back to his ship. The Darksaber steadied Din’s shaking hands as he tried to bandage Luke’s wound with bacta. It was Luke’s crystal that pulled his attention back to the cockpit so he could direct their ship to the closest inhabited planet for medical help. When Luke was taken into surgery, the crystals comforted Din with tendrils of warmth pressed along his arms and around his chest. They stayed wrapped around his body until Din was finally allowed back into Luke’s hospital room and was seated by his side.

He felt Luke’s crystal finally leave him as he gently brushed some loose hair from the Jedi’s sleeping face. His left hand tingled as the crystal slowly slid down his fingers and into Luke’s forehead, disappearing into the other man, like particles of dust being blown off his fingertips by the wind. Luke smiled in his sleep and something shifted inside of Din and he felt himself relax.

He slowly moved his right hand towards the Darksaber on his hilt. This time, he felt the saber pulse under his palm.

Thank you, he told the Darksaber silently. Thank you.

The Darksaber hummed back, satisfied.

#tene my beloved #the world needs more bestie Darksaber #like the only time the Darksaber possesses Din is emergency battle tactics and when the man needs a nap #he's great on road trips #I want more Darksaber in love with Din damnit #Luke's crystal on the other hand is a little shit #it likes to chime at inappropriate times like sex #it keeps asking to be dumped into a cup of caf and Luke refuses #don't want to see that crystal caffeinated thats for damn sure #Luke's kyber crystal is a hyperactive dog that craves violence #The Darksaber is a no fucks given cat #sbficlets #dinluke

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fireflyfish · 4 years

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3, 4, 5, 7! (some of these are probably no-brainers but please yell about your feelings) >:3

Hello, Your Porgliness! How fare you this fine evening? when our stupid neighbors have apparently just discovered the wonders of bass. >___>#

3. TV Show Episode

Fave: Episode Eight of the Mandalorian

I know, right?? Shocked that I didn’t pick something from the Clone Wars?? I think that might because I don’t have a favorite so much as I love the series as a whole. It gave me my Jedi Babies, my Clone Sons, my Perfect Space Daughter and Master Plo “Yes, I am adopting 1.5 million grown men. Don’t try to stop me. I have a plasma chainsaw” Koon. I really, really, love and utterly adore The Clone Wars and all its attendant goofiness, pathos and sheer jaw dropping awesomeness.

But… I just REALLY LOVE EPISODE EIGHT OF THE MANDALORIAN OKAY?? DON’T @ME CLONE WARS! I LOVE YOU! IT WAS JUST ONE SEASON BABY! THE SHINY GUY AND THE YODA MUPPET DON’T MEAN ANYTHING TO ME! YOU’RE MY ONE TRUE LOVE!

Eh-hem. Listen, if you put Giancarlo Esposito in an imperial uniform, have him flawlessly info-dump the backstories of our brave heroes and trigger a flashback to Din’s rescue by helpful Mandalorians DEATHWATCH apparently, give me an entire scene with the armorer? blacksmith? What is she supposed to be called? EMILY SWALLOW kicking ass and SHATTERING STORMTROOPER ARMOR, and the tragic sacrifice of IG-11 to save his new friends and the Baby Yoda???

AND THEN YOU ADD THE MOTHERFRACKING DARKSABER TO IT????where is Bo-Katan? WHERE IS BO-KATAN? WHAT DID YOU DO TO BO-KATAN FILONI?? ????

I’m there. With bells on. I just… I’m there. I will buy your merch, I will go to your theme parks, I will do whatever Lucasfilm wants for more Star Wars that feels like Stars Wars that I don’t feel like it’s actively trying to shit on the things I loved about Star Wars I am looking at you TLJ. You can step right off.

Least: I’ve heard there’s an episode where Fives gets hurt or something but I haven’t seen it and it sounds pretty terrible to me. I think it’s one of those weird memes where people try to google translate ROTS or something.

Fives is fine, y’all. He’s just fine and he’s having dinner with Echo and THEY ARE JUST FINE. *SOBS*

4. Character

Fave: So… I kind of answered that here. Obi-Wan is my favorite, far and away the best, fanciest, and most wonderful of sparkly, awesome people in the GFFA.

But lately? I’ve been really on a Commander Cody kick. I just love that tension created by the audience knowing that Cody is going to betray Obi-Wan in ROTS but at the same time, you can see how well they work together and that there is mutual respect. It just makes everything so much worse when Palpatine calls Cody FIRST! THAT MOTHER KARKING BASTARD CALLED CODY FIRST OUT OF ALL THE JEDIS HE COULD HAVE HAD KILLED TESTICLE FACE CALLED CODY TO KILL OBI-WAN FIRST! AAAAAAAAH! THE PAIN! and destroys his agency and his right as a sentient being to chose.

If you read After the End which you don’t have to but if you do, I’m starting to go into Cody’s headspace after Order 66 and it’s a fun challenge. Mostly because it’s not Anakin/Vaderkin have five different emotions in one paragraph but I digress. Also!!! BLY!!!! MY POOR BROKEN SPACE GERMAN SHEPHERD! I WILL AVENGE YOU!

Least: Boba Fett. And that is all I will say about that.

5. Actor/Actress

Fave: Carrie, just… just Carrie. No one even comes close to Space Mom. Y’all know I love me some Ewan McGregor and I adore Mark Hamill but in the end it’s always going to be Princess Leia. My first fictional hero and the one person from the OT that I really, truly, deeply wanted to meet.

STOP MAKING ME CRY DAMNIT. I HAVE TO GO TO WORK TOMORROW.

Least: BUT THEY’RE ALL SO NICE! HOW CAN YOU MAKE ME SAY I DON’T LIKE SOMEONE???

Ugh… okay, fine. That hobbit that was randomly shoved into ROTS because apparently we didn’t have enough celebrity cameos in it. I don’t know why he was there when BILLIE LOURD, THE ACTUAL DAUGHTER OF CARRIE FISHER, IS RIGHT THERE AND HAS BEEN WITH THIS TRILOGY SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THIS LONG PAINFUL JOURNEY INTO CORPORATE FAN FICTION. SHE. IS. RIGHT. THERE. USE HER.

BTW, I have nothing against hobbits or LOTR in general. I thought he did a great job as Charlie in Lost. I’m just… if you can break MY suspension of disbelief you’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere. Charlie Hobbiton was not necessary and his lines could have easily been given to Connix or, even better, to Rose.

7. Species

Fave: Togrutas. I gotta rep Ahsoka in at least one of these damn things. Twi’leks came very close but Togrutas have stripes and Ahsoka is amazing and the most excellent ambassador for her species.

Least: Mairans. EWWWWWW!

From the Star Wars Fav/Least Fave meme thingy.

#porgoth

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