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Serenity ~ Ben Kenobi x Reader

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A/N: this is set about 5 years after rots. reader is about 27 & obi-wan is 43. i was going to make a valentine anakin fic but that plan moved so enjoy my other love, hermit obi-wan. this is my first time writing smut so it might not be the best. also, if you have any feedback, it's welcomed & appreciated :)♡ WC: 3,041 Warnings: MDNI, smut, some angst

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Tatooine was known for its extremely warm temperatures, but today was worse than ever. Ben was drenched in sweat the entire day, making him wish they could afford a cooling system to install within their home.

He noticed you never seemed to sweat as extensively as he did. He assumed it was because you were a native of the planet.

“(y/n), are you certain that our animals will survive this weather?" Ben called out from the entrance of your home. His thoughts were consumed by his trusted stead, Eopie may have been able to sustain this weather in previous times, but that didn't ease his worries.

Ben headed into your house and over to the kitchen where you had been for the past few minutes.

He rested his hand on your lower back and peered over your shoulder to watch you chop up some vegetables for dinner. If he was honest, he was a little envious that this heat was seemingly not affecting you as it was him.

Your mouth formed into a small smile as you continued cutting vegetables, “I’m certain, Ben, they’ve survived hotter weather than this before. They’ll be fine.”

He exhaled, his shoulders deflating as he continued to gaze at you. He knew his worries were futile, yet his concerns wouldn’t falter. “I know, I know. I just can’t help but worry for them.”

This was his life now, he had accepted becoming a farmer ages ago, but there was still a lot more that he would have to come to terms with; he was still haunted by memories of the war, watching Anakin fall to the dark side, watching Qui-Gon die, watching Satine die, watching his beloved Commander and battalion turn against him in the blink of an eye…

He rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to shake the weight that always seemed to be weighing him down. “I suppose it’s just the heat getting on my nerves. It feels as though the heat of a hundred suns is shining down. I don’t know how you’re acting all nonchalant, I feel like I might as well be burning and yet you’ve barely broken a sweat.”

You glanced over your shoulder to look at him, “Well I have lived here all my life, I’m used to the heat.” The truth was that the heat always did manage to bother you a little, but you had grown up in the scalding temperatures, you were, unfortunately, accustomed to them. It made no sense for you to complain about it.

“I don’t know how you do it if it’s not the heat that’s unbearable, it’s the awful sandstorms that are always passing through here,” Ben complained. Despite having lived on Tatooine for a while now, it seemed as though no matter what he did, he could never get used to the heat. His mind digressed toward Anakin and his hatred toward this planet, and he finally seemed to understand his point of view. But Ben quickly pushed that thought away as his heart ached each time his mind brought up his former student.

He was brought out of his trance by the sound of your voice. “You’ll get used to them. Sure, they might not be ideal but Tatooine isn’t as bad as it could be. I mean the war never came here and the Empire has little interest in this planet. The weather may not be perfect and there are always things that could be improved here, but i can’t think of living anywhere else,” You mused. You knew that Ben got stuck in his head easily and you’ve known him long enough to see the signs of it.

His brow always started to furrow and he stroked his beard, seemingly without even realizing it. You’ve figured out that the best way to bring him back to the present was to talk about where you are. Even though you’re not necessarily fond of praising Tatooine, he needs it, and that’s all that matters to you.

“I wish I had as much patience as you do, my dear,” he sighed, taking in another deep breath.

It all seemed so normal, this was a conversation that any couple could have. To any outsiders, you two would be seen as a regular husband and wife, like any other married couple in the galaxy. Ben was slowly starting to feel content with his life here, he could almost forget everything that happened five years prior. He could almost pretend that he did not come to Tatooine because of his failure, that he didn’t have to go into hiding, and that his life didn’t completely spiral because of one order.

Your face softened, knowing how difficult it’s been for Ben. It always seemed as though he was unable to completely move forward, despite his best attempts, because of whatever happened in his past. “Well, you've only been here what, 5 years? You have to give yourself time to adjust, sweetheart."

A faint smile stretched across his lips when you called him ‘sweetheart’. It was the most endearing pet name you had ever given him and he felt a warmness throughout his chest whenever you used it. It made him feel normal, he didn’t have to worry about his former life as Jedi Master and General Obi-Wan Kenobi anymore, he could just be Ben, your husband.

He chuckled softly, watching as you began to cook the vegetables before wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. “I know, darling, I know…” he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and sighed, breathing in the scent of you, something that always relaxed him.

As you cooked, your mind briefly wandered to Coruscant, Ben had once mentioned that he was born and lived most of his life there. You wondered if the planet was anything similar to Tatooine or if it was the complete opposite. You had always wanted to ask him more about his past, what he was like before you met him 3 years ago, and yet, for some reason, you could never bring yourself to give in to those desires.

However, as the two of you stood in the kitchen, you believed that now would be a better time than any to ask him, seeing as this was the first time in a while that he was truly beginning to relax. You hummed softly, attempting to keep the peaceful environment that had been created, “You said you were from Coruscant right? Is it very different from here?”

Ben stiffened slightly from his position behind you before forcing himself to relax, he knew you had no ill intent with your question. If this was any other time, he would have avoided your prodding, but for once, he decided to indulge you, even if only slightly. “It’s very different from here, my dear.” he held you tighter and kept his head resting in the crook of your neck, your familiar scent had always given him a sense of peace and calmness, something which he craved, wishing he could forever be engulfed in it.

“Coruscant makes Tatooine look like a ghost town. It’s full of large buildings and many different levels. You could always hear the buzzing of speeders and people clamoring to numerous places,” Ben paused for a second, wondering how much more he should tell you, before ultimately deciding it’s best to keep it brief, “Let’s just say there was never a dull moment there, my love.”

You decided to push your luck, desperately wanting to know more about your husband. You murmured, as if trying not to startle Ben with your next question, “Do you ever miss it?”

His heart immediately constricted at the thought, though he quickly dismissed it. There was no reason for him to start dwelling on what-ifs, this was his life now, and there was no changing the past. “My life there? No, not at all,” he replied quickly, the lie coming out easy.

This has become a type of dance for him, every once in a while you would try to inquire about his past and he would always find ways to avoid giving too much detail. He would only ever respond vaguely enough to not make you suspicious while also satisfying your curiosity. He couldn’t bring himself to tell you what his past life actually entailed, it was still too raw, too painful. He didn’t want you to worry either. He knew that he couldn’t hide who he once was from you forever, but he couldn’t tell you today, not now.

Ben rested his chin on your shoulder and muttered “I wouldn’t want to go back.” A half-truth, he’s not as fond of the planet as he used to be, but it still holds some sentimental value to him. It’s not that he would never want to go back to Coruscant, it’s that he can’t. If he ever tried he knew the Empire would be on him as soon as he was even remotely close to the planet’s atmosphere.

You finished cooking the vegetables and raised your eyebrows slightly surprised, not expecting that answer from him. “Never?” you inquired, feeling slightly bewildered. “You’d really never want to go back? Was it that bad?”

Ben held you tighter and exhaled, that part of him died years ago. To him, Obi-Wan died the moment he left Anakin to die on Mustafar — he had been, in a way, reborn as Ben. He was just Ben Kenobi, a simple farmer, and your husband. Nothing more, nothing less. “It was fine, nothing particularly interesting happened to me when I lived there,” he lied again, giving you a soft kiss on the side of your neck hoping that this topic of discussion would die out soon.

You sighed at his words and murmured, “Dinner’s ready.” You decided to let the topic drop, knowing that he wasn’t exactly telling you the truth, but you hoped that one day he would trust you enough to let you completely in.

The two of you ate dinner in silence, both of you seemingly lost in your thoughts. Ben had intrigued you from the start. You had met him at a market in Mos Espa, and he immediately stood out to you. From the way that he held himself to the way he talked. He looked like someone who had seen the galaxy, who had actually experienced life, something you had always wished to do but never had the luxury. His eyes — his beautiful, entrancing sapphire grey eyes that were like pools of sorrow. They showed a variety of complex emotions, something that made you want nothing more than to break down his highly built-walls and see who he truly was.

Ben was never one to speak much while eating, he felt there was no need to fill the silence with meaningless chatter — he wanted to just enjoy being with you, you were everything to him.

He had never thought that he would be able to have this, that he’d be able to feel happy again. For the first two years that he had lived on Tatooine, he had expected that he would be alone forever, that he had deserved to live a life of isolation. But then you came along and completely wrecked all those painful thoughts.

Ben hadn’t realized that he was being completely quiet, he was still processing that he was married and a farmer — he never thought this was how his life would turn out. “Thank you for the dinner dear,” he remarked appreciatively.

The corners of your mouth turned upward and your eyes brightened ever so slightly at his gratitude, “You’re welcome. I’m sorry though, I know it’s not much-”

He interrupted, “Don’t worry yourself, it’s perfect… You’re the best, you know that?”

You held back a smile, unable to resist teasing him a little. “Am I now?”

Ben brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the palm gently, “You certainly are, my dear. You are the best thing to happen to me in years and I wouldn’t have it any other way."

You leaned forward and kissed him, deciding that no words would be able to encapsulate how you felt towards him.

His heart fluttered as you kissed him, it was so tender and he was more than willing to return it. Your lips were soft and inviting, and he couldn’t resist pulling you into his lap, his hands gently caressing your face. In response, you wrapped your arms around his neck, desperately wanting to be closer to him.

You couldn’t help but moan softly into the kiss, your body was reacting to his and you were so comfortable being in his arms. He was all you needed in life, there wasn’t anything else that mattered. His hands slowly drifted down and began rubbing small circles on the small of your back.

Your heartbeat quickened as the two of you pulled apart, the feeling of kissing him was intoxicating. You started to subtly grind your hips down, desperate for any type of friction.

Ben gasped softly at your ministrations and quickly connected your lips again. The kiss between the two of you was full of love and passion. Your hands were everywhere, one wrapped behind his neck and your other around his shoulder, as if you were trying to entangle yourself with him.

Ben deepened the kiss, his tongue darting out and exploring your mouth. He couldn’t take it anymore and picked you up, heading straight for your shared bedroom. Your arms were tightly wrapped around his neck and you kissed all over his face and neck as he took you to the room.

Once you reached the bedroom he gently laid you down on the bed and slowly made his way on top of you, wanting to savor each moment. He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at you with an expression that could only be described as pure, devoted love before lowering himself and kissing you again, this time slower and more intimate than he had previously.

Without breaking the kiss, he started to tenderly remove your tunic from your body, revealing your naked top to his gaze. The rest of your clothes were quickly removed and thrown off the bed as Ben began to kiss you everywhere — your neck, your shoulders, your chest, anywhere he could get his lips on. His hands slowly made their way down your chest, squeezing and massaging your breasts before finally heading towards your neglected pussy. You were completely entranced by his touch, his hands were sending shivers throughout your entire body, making you tremble with anticipation.

You whimpered in pleasure as his hands moved downward and he inserted one finger into your dripping folds while lightly rubbing circles on your clit with his thumb. You hastily tugged on his own tunic, stripping him until both of you were naked on the bed. You grasped his shoulders and spread your legs open wider, inviting him to come closer. Ben slotted himself in between your thighs and hovered on top of you, his arms caging you in.

Ben shifted slightly, slipping one hand in between your bodies to grasp his cock. He dragged the tip of it through your folds a couple of times before finally sinking into you. You moaned as he pressed himself closer to you, wrapping your legs around his waist as you adjusted to the size of his cock.

You gripped his shoulders tighter, nails digging into his skin as you begged, “Ben, please, move.”

He slowly began to rock his hips, not wanting to rush this moment. The love between the two of you was palpable, your bodies fit together perfectly as if you were made for each other. He moved his head to your neck, pressing soft kisses into the crook of it. He knew right then that everything he went through was worth it if this was his fate. All of his struggles and hardships faded away as if all that mattered was you and him.

Your moans grew louder as he gradually picked up his pace, the wet squelching sounds of your skin meeting filled the room. Your nails raked down his back, pleasure completely filling your senses, the only thought on your mind was Ben.

As your lips met again, the kiss was tender yet rough, a juxtaposition that seemed to also perfectly describe your husband. You could feel your orgasm looming, squeezing his cock and pulling him deeper into you. He moaned into the kiss, his hips stuttered, spilling inside of you, coating your insides with his cum. His orgasm triggered your own, whining loudly as you spasmed around him, your whole body trembling as you rode out your high.

The two of you laid there for a while, basking in each other’s presence before he slowly pulled out of you, the mixture of your cum slowly running down your pussy and thighs.

You leaned up and gently kissed the side of his mouth, “I love you, Ben.”

A soft smile grew on his lips, his heart was overflowing with his love for you. He had never felt like this with anyone but you — you were his person and he was yours, you were perfectly suited. He had no doubt in his mind that you were his soulmate, and he’d thank the Maker that the Force led him to you. “I love you too, my dear.”

You looked up at him lovingly, knowing that this was where you were meant to be, everything seemed right, everything made sense, when you were with him and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You knew in the back of your mind that you still had ways to go with Ben, but in this moment, none of that mattered, you’d have him in any way you could.

He exhaled and pressed his forehead against your shoulder — leaning against you in this way felt very nice. His body, mind, and soul felt rejuvenated just by being in your presence.

The two of you shifted so that you were laying your head on his chest and your legs were intertwined. Slowly you and Ben drifted asleep, your bodies, minds, and souls forever entwined.

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Favorite Liar pt. I

I have yet to see people talk about the physical pain Obi-Wan must have been in during the Hardeen arc. I mean, this man was constantly getting beat up and had dozens of untreated injuries. Not to mention, we saw how much pain he was in during the facial transformation, what about the pain turning back?

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Obi-Wan found it humerous Master Windu and Master Yoda had failed to mention how much this would hurt. But Obi-Wan knew if they kept adding on to the already long list of things that made Obi-Wan want to back out, that he would have. He was already lying far beyond he'd ever wanted to, he'd already hurt all those he loved and he didn't dare ask for forgiveness because had their places been shifted, Obi-Wan would have a hard time accepting an apology all the same. But this, this was just cruel. Returning to Obi-Wan Kenobi was a lot harder than becoming Rako Hardeen.

He would be lying if Obi-Wan had said he hadn't been avoiding Anakin and Ahsoka. He felt their betrayal all throughout the temple, from star systems away he could sense their pain. Pain that he caused. Obi-Wan couldn't stand that truth, he'd hurt them and there wasn't anything he could do to make it alright. His need to help others had only hurt the people he cared the most about. So there Obi-Wan sat, alone in the medical wing of the temple, hidden far from others, where he could hide and no one would see the shame on his face.

He looked out the window, that was all he could do. Upon his initial scan, the droid pointed out his several cracked ribs and the transformation back had left his face swollen and bruised, and the voice changer had left his throat feeling as if he'd swallowed blades. So Obi-Wan laid there, holding himself tightly as he fought the pain that came with each breath, as he prepared himself to swallow and whince at the pain. But he didn't have enough energy to whince, he didn't have enough energy for anything at all.

When hours passed, he woke up and shot up as he grabbed the container on the bedside table. He'd been terribly nauseous and he had yet to be able to keep anything down. Obi-Wan fell back onto the pillows, staring at the wall, he'd asked for privacy and he'd gotten it. Mace nor Yoda had come by since. Plo had left flowers, a rather odd gesture Obi-Wan thought, but appreciated it all the same.

Sitting up, he held his hand closely to his chest, moving slowly to ease his pain. Obi-Wan closed his eyes and took a deep breath, he could make it to the chair, Obi-Wan knew he could, it wasn't as if he'd gone through a major trauma, he was fine. He was just in a lot of pain. Nothing to worry about. Swinging his legs over the bed, he braced himself and with another deep breath, Obi-Wan stood up. He was leaning against the bed but he felt he could do this. He could make it to the chair. His left arm was still pressed against his aching chest, but he could make it. Step after step, he could make it- he really almost did.

Obi-Wan took too confident of a step, he felt blades against his lungs and he fell. Obi-Wan whimpered as he opened his eyes. His entire body shaking. He felt a wave of frustration wash over him, he slammed his fist down. "Dammit-" He whinced, eyes flooding with tears as he let out a sob. Obi-Wan shook his head, he shouldn't have done this, he didn't want to be fighting with Anakin, he didn't want Ahsoka to be mad at him, he didn't want his friends avoiding him like the plague. He wanted to be chasing after Ahsoka, finding Anakin in hide-and-seek, he wanted his family close, not held at arms length. He wanted Cody. Most of all, he couldn't stand Cody hating him. He loved him too much.

He'd been so angry with him, and Obi-Wan just stood there, wanting to tell Cody that he loved him, but Obi-Wan would open his mouth to say it but nothing would come out. He had tried to grab Cody's hand and Obi-Wan was still haunted by Cody yanking his hand back. He wasn't strong enough for this. He tried so hard to be okay with losing everyone he loved, he tried so hard not to be swept away by the undercurrent of remorse, but he'd failed so miserably. He cried for Cody, for hours, Cody's anger echoed in his mind, Cody fighting him until his tears caused his anger to resign. Obi-Wan had done his duty as a Jedi, but he'd lost everything, now all he had was himself, and he wouldn't choose to spend the rest of his life with himself. He wasn't someone Obi-Wan liked.

Obi-Wan fell onto his back, gasping for air. He shouldn't have tried to be brave. He should have just stayed in the bed. He shouldn't have tried to be a Jedi, he should've been selfish and let another take upon this task. He couldn't handle all the people he loved being angry at him, he couldn't handle being alone. Obi-Wan closed his eyes, he could feel his entire body shake, he was so cold. But he couldn't get up, he couldn't move his hand, he couldn't even think to use the force. All he could do was lay there and think, think of all he'd done,

Think of all he'd ruined.

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Part two here

#Obi-Wan was constantly getting beat up throughout this arc #can we please talk about that #how was this man just walking around after constantly getting his ass kicked #obi wan kenobi #I'm worried about you #star wars #clone wars #tcw #sw #commander cody #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #obi-wan kenobi #rako hardeen #Hardeen arc angst #codywan

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aniharas · 3 months

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𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 | 𝘵𝘸𝘰

pairing: anakin skywalker x padawan!fem!reader

summary: you are unfairly restricted from assisting your master in assignments, and you and your best friend, ahsoka tano, figure out who was behind all of it.

warnings: implied sexual content, miscommunication, angst, hurt/comfort

wc: 6.6+ split into three parts

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

a/n: inspired by blouse by clairo!

"(Y/N)! Wait! You've got to confront Master Kenobi, this isn't fair!" your fellow padawan and good friend, Ahsoka Tano, called after you as she struggled to keep your angry, unwavering pace down the hall, away from the Jedi Council's quarters. You slid your fingers through your hair, feeling as if you could almost rip them from your scalp. The Jedi Council had called you in to discuss the raid on Kamino, describing your actions as "irresponsible" and "sloppy". They ultimately decided you were unfit for real combat and were to undergo training in the Jedi Temple for a year until you could fight alongside your master responsibly.

To say you were angry was an understatement. You swore every stomp could be heard throughout the temple. You had only been able to accompany your master on his assignments half a year ago, and now that freedom was going to be taken away again? The longer you stayed cooped up within the Jedi Temple, the more the hallways seemed to spin. It was nauseating, and your master knew how much you longed for a mission. He also knew how capable you were to handle yourself out there...if anything, you definitely did handle yourself at Kamino just fine.

"I don't get it, why would my master do this?" You muttered as you slowed down your pace for Ahsoka to catch up, turning to her once she finally did. You both retired by a nearby staircase, plopping yourselves down to take a break. "He's not one to punish like this..."

Ahsoka huffed in deep thought, gazing at you sympathetically as she pushed your hair behind your ear. "I mean, you saved him, didn't you? There's no way he's angry at you for-"

Your Togruta sidekick cut herself off, pausing as if she had a revelation. She then turned to you, eyes blown wide as she gripped you by the shoulders. Pain shot up through every nerve in your shoulder, earning her a glare from you and her giving an apologetic look in return.

"(Y/N)...what if Obi-Wan didn't do this to you?" She suggested, loosening her grip on you, her eyes visibly lost in thought. "It must've been-"

"Who else other than my master would do this to me?!" You felt bad for interrupting her. since you know she wasn't fond of that, but she didn't care as she continued to look at you, her eyes prodding for you to figure out the answer.

You thought back to the mission. We landed at Kamino. Master Kenobi fought with General Grevious and almost fell to his death. I swooped in with my aircraft and saved him, and I got injured. I ushered him to safety. I helped bring Master to the medical ward. He scolded me, but he seemed grateful I was there. You paused.

Anakin comes in screaming like a madman about how I wasn't ready.

At this point, you were tired of the feeling of piping hot tears building up and slipping down your face, but whenever it came to that particular Jedi, you couldn't help yourself. He always seemed to unravel you, and it never seemed fair to you. Why did he do this to you? To keep you in Coruscant to make sure you were in one piece so he could screw you after his assignments? You wanted to be more than a plaything to him, you wished he saw you as an equal...you wished he even saw you at all.

Shamefully, your hands were your curtains as you hid your face, sobbing into Ahsoka's shoulder as she held you close and caressed your head. She didn't know about what went on between you and her master, but she was smart enough to sense a tension.

"Ugh! I oughta give that Skyguy a piece of my mind," she threatened with a scowl on her face, letting up her scary demeanor briefly to press a kiss to the top of your head. "You didn't do anything wrong. He's always been so weird to you for no reason. I'm supposed to spar with him in a bit...if you want me to talk to him, I can."

Shaking your head, you removed your hands from your face, your skin wet and splotchy from your tears. You didn't want to drag Ahsoka in to the mess that was you and Anakin. Reluctantly pulling away from her embrace, you continued your descent down the stairs towards your dormitories. "I'll see you later, Ahsoka."

You knew she wasn't going to be satisfied with that answer, but you hoped she wouldn't do anything too rash.

Anakin tried to not dwell on the thought of you. He kept trying to convince himself that restricting your Jedi training was reasonable, but the guilt of lying to the Council for his own selfishness kept creeping back. It was crawling under his skin, constantly sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't wait to finish up Ahsoka's sparring so he could retire to his quarters and relax.

"SKYGUY! Why are you such a prick?! How could you do that to (Y/N)?"

Alas, a lesson he constantly learned at the Jedi Temple is that he could never get what he wanted. He heard Ahsoka stalk up to him, stopping right behind him. He took a deep breath, brandishing his deactivated lightsaber as he turned to face his padawan. "I'm not aware of such a thi-"

The last thing he expected was the tip of Ahsoka's lit-up lightsaber directly in his face. After wincing at the heat, he gave her a condescending look, and she seemed to shrink a bit, retracting her lightsaber and holding it at her side.

"Please don't make me do chores for that, master...I'm just mad at you. (Y/N) and I know that you were the one that talked to the Jedi Council about her. You can bully other padawans, I don't care. But you know how easily worked up I get about her!" Ahsoka explained, defiantly crossing her arms as she gave him her death glare.

Suddenly, Anakin found the corner of his lips tugging up a bit. He knew what it was like to get worked up about you, it was the whole reason why he lied to the Council in the first place.

There it was. The twinge of guilt from lying about you to the people you both looked up to. He knew you didn't deserve it at all, but it was the only way to ensure that he would get to keep you. Seemingly out of nowhere, he found it hard to meet his padawan's eyes, indicating his guilt, and in turn infuriating her. She grunted in her anger, kicking a nearby deactivated practice droid to calm herself down. Anakin watched blankly, and he couldn't help but think about how you handled yourself when you were angry.

When something was troubling you, you didn't cause a scene like Ahsoka. No, you would keep to yourself and your friends. Your lips would be sealed shut until you were feeling okay again. You would keep your head down, but you would watch and listen intently. It was only then that Anakin realized that you've been troubled ever since the medical ward, no, ever since the morning of the Kamino raid.

"If you're going to bully anyone, bully me. I'm your apprentice!" Ahsoka's shrill voice sliced straight through his thoughts. "You have to fix this! Do you realize how unfair it is-"

"You don't think I know how unfair it is?!" Anakin shouted back at his padawan, utterly shocking her and making her take a step back. Gripping his hair, nearly white-knuckling, he turned his back on Ahsoka. "I know very well how unfair it is. (Y/N) is just going through what I went through as a padawan. It's normal. I am doing this for her safety since Obi-Wan doesn't know how to handle her," he answered shakily as he tried to regulate his thoughts, but it was impossible with the sound of his pounding heartbeat drumming in his ears.

"But she only had a couple grazes-"

"I would prefer if she had none at all."

Ahsoka was taken aback by her master's answers, for once finding herself at a loss for words. Since when did Anakin feel so strongly for you? Had she just been too caught up in her apprenticeship to notice? No, she would notice something like this. He barely even looked at or talked to you. She furrowed her brows at the thought, her fury rising once again to come to your defense.

"If you cared so much about her, you should've known how this would make her feel, master," Ahsoka scoffed, arms crossed, prepared to search for answers. Anakin stood there, him now at a loss for words. He wished that he hadn't helped nurture Ahsoka's sharp tongue, but she was right. He knew that he caused all this, the reason why you and he spent those nights together in the first place. The shame of inhibiting your progress, ignoring you, pulling you into his mess in the first place felt like it was all crumbling down onto him like rocks and boulders, feeling like he was being pelted with every word from Ahsoka.

"Listen, master, I don't know what your deal with (Y/N) is. I don't know if you have a crush on her or if you feel protective of her because you guys were brought up the same way. Who knows what's going on between you two? And I won't even bring up how all of this goes against many aspects of the Jedi Code, but just know that you went too far. You're not protecting her, you're just selfish. Besides, how could you say all of this when you pretend she isn't even there? She pretty much hates you now, you can't even treat her like a person, and you-"

But Anakin couldn't bring himself to stay and listen to the rest of Ahsoka's berating. He had to find you. He made a run for it, leaving his padawan alone in the training room, all while honing in on the Force to get a sense as to where you would be. Once he focused, he realized that your troubled state of mind was easy to detect. How could he be so caught up in his own feelings and desires that he failed to notice yours? It was like when he chased you to the medical ward, his body could barely keep up with the speed of his feet, his mind nothing but a distressed frenzy. His body has been through far more intense obstacles before, but the stakes of any mission never felt as high as the stake of you. His heart seemed to seize and splutter with every other step, and each one had him worry if he had ruined everything with you entirely.

He couldn't lose those nights with you, the secret meetings that became dear to his heart, unbeknownst to him. He craved the way your skin felt under his rough, battle-worn hands as he connected your birthmarks and scars together like a constellation. The sounds of your labored breathing and rapid heartbeat always matched his own, bringing him an overwhelming clarity. With every blink, your ever-so-versatile eyes stared right back at him. Teasing him, tantalizing him. Wanting him, studying him. You saw him for more than what he brought to the surface, made him feel capable of being needed, being loved.

Anakin never stopped once to take a break until he was met with the shut door of your dormitory. The way he banged on the door would make anyone think there was an emergency.

He couldn't lose you.

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icouldntfinditsoiwroteit · 5 months

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The jedi archives rule II

Due to unfortunate events the rules have been updated, to go alongside this message, Master Fisto's hunt and subsequent funeral will be streamed in channel 4 of the temple at around the 17th hour of todays rotation.

(I warned you all but you didn't listen to me, now Master Fisto has to pay for his actions, may his foolishness serve as a reminder that Madam Nu is serious with her warnings)

The first part of the rules shall be uploaded here.

Please read them so you do not break any rules in a way that better be an accident.

Food is vehemently forbiden from coming near the archives, (we do NOT need another infestation)

Clones please ask for an archive credential at the main desk

Datapads can no longer leave the archives for longer than two days

You cannot take out more than five datapas per time

Clones are not allowed to take out datapads in the place of ANY jedi

No not padawans either

Cleaning crew is now to be acompanied by any helper

I do NOT want any patient hiding amongs them

Like for force sake really?? Do you have any idea how hard it is to deal with an angry healer???

Knight Skywalker please keep your...meetings with Senator Amidala out of the archives

Oh please who cares if I call him out? Everyone knows, we're just being nice

Knight Skywalker, Master Vos's rule now applies to you too

Padawan Kestis and any younglings or padawans of his size, please refrain from napping inside the datapad carts

I doubt any of you will find sleeping in the old archives comfortable

And we do no need an entire legion of clones almost tearing the temple apart to find you

Disapointingly this now also aplies to anyone small enough to get inside a datapad cart

THERE ARE KRIFFING SLEEPING CHAMBERS ALREADY!!

IF YOU MANIACS WON'T EVEN USE THEM THEN WHAT IT THE POINT??!

Slimy users of the archives, I have nothing against any of you, but please, for anything that is mighty, use the designated areas for you

Practive equipment is now banned from the archives

Blasters are now banned from the archive

Lightsabes are now banned from the archives

Knight Offee, Padawan Tano, Master Fisto, Master Yoda-

We shall now be conducting searches in specified padawans, knights and masters (You know who you are)

What is wrong with all of you???

Off duty Temple Guards, please I must insist and remind you that you must wear bells while in the archives

If I find the fucker who scared me last night it will be on kriffing sight!

Master Yoda you are formally banned until you apologize from bringing LIVE animals for lunch

It is not permited to make the datapads float with the force

Apologies Master Sinube I understand it's comfortable but after many have damaged datapas doing this we cannot allow it anymore

We must ask any species who uses echolocation to please ask for help to guide you in the archives

We can't afford 50% of the datapads shattering again, please

It has also been brought to our attention that Knight Skywalker's datapad suffered as much if not more than Master Kenobi's did but that he managed to fix them befor ereturning them

I'm not even mad, I'm actually impressed, Knight Skywalker, if you could drop by from time to time to aid in the fixing of the datapads we would apreciate it

....Fine and in return we will allow Master Kenobi to take out datapads again

Youngling Grogu is not allowed back in the archive until he returns the things he took

Yes I know they are shiny and he liked them, but we still need all of that, may I remind you all he tried to steal the archives core??? Just cause i was shiny and ball shaped!!!

There are now snack jars in the front desk for whenever Grisser comes, please give one to him if you see him

Master Windu please remind your troopers that you are the example of what NOT to do, when taking a datapad from the archives

Again permanently banned members must NOT enter the archives

Do you really want Madam Nu to take her riffle out?

Really?

Formal protocol for when Madam Nu takes her rifle out shall be sent to your personal comms in an hour

On a last note, if you fill this rules are targeted and personal, it's because they are :)

Sincerily Master Astar

Take that Skywalker

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am-i-obsessed---maybe · 9 months

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Nonverbal reader x Obi Wan Kenobi

let's get some things straight first. I am a neurodivergent person who occasionally gets to points where I can't communicate verbally. No idea why. I call this being non verbal because I don't know what else to call it.

This fic is based on my own experience and my own need for comfort. If you don't like it, don't read.

Maybe it was the fact that you couldn't remember your life before them but you couldn't imagine a life outside of the Jedi order.

You'd grown up surrounded by love and support from your creche-mates and teachers and eventually your master and you knew knew not to that for granted— or at least you knew now.

When you were a young padawan going out on assignments with your master and you would become nonverbal you didn't think much of it. It been a part of your life since you could remember but the galaxy at large wasn't as aware or accepting. Sometimes when you'd suddenly switch to Galactic Basic Sign would freak people out sometimes. Not everyone could wrap their heads around why you didn't always have the ability to speak. Your master would tell you to heed them no mind. He would say that they were simply small minded and they were.

As you grew into a Jedi knight this bothered you less. But not always being able to communicate as easily as you wanted still bothered you.

You sat outside the temple trying to concentrate on your meditation. You'd been feeling blocked lately and didn't know how to fix it. Soon your eyebrows furrowed and you kicked out of the sitting position you were meditating in. This wasn't working. "Something wrong?" An elegant voice asked and Obi Wan sat beside you, his buzzed hair and padawan brain flowing slightly in the gentle breeze.

You nodded and he could feel you project your frustrations out into the force.

"Nonverbal?" He asked and you once again nodded.

"Did something happen? perhaps I could help" He insisted but you shook your head. Instead slumping your body into his.

I'm tired. You signed as your face fell into his shoulder and he chuckled.

"Did you sleep enough?" He asked and you nodded.

"Eat something?" He asked and you nodded. again.

"Then what is wrong?" He asked and you sign the words force block in the simplest of terms. You'd been doing so well it had been a while since you last had to use Galactic sign and you had gotten a bit rusty.

"Ahh" He hummed and took you hand in his.

"Maybe if we meditate together it would help" He suggested but you rolled your eyes.

"Humor me, please?" He asked and you exhaled tiredly. Fine. You'd try one more time.

"Don't worry darling, everything will be alright. We'll find it" He said

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split-spectrum · 10 months

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Water and Rock

Chapter 1

Pairing: Obi Wan/FemReader

Warnings/Tags: (None in the first chapter, but more to come) explicit content, drug use, dubcon, character deaths, slow burn

Description: There are only so many excuses a master and padawan can make to kiss under "extenuating circumstances" before circumstances stop arising and start being created. You are an expert at your craft - a Jedi knight in service as a spy for the Republic. When your former master Obi Wan joins you on a mission, it's clear things aren't the same as they once were. The trials you face together may break your bond, or turn it into something else entirely.

A second explosion rocks the port side of the ship, and you can barely hear your own muffled voice over the ringing in your ears.

"They've disabled our hyperdrive."

General Kenobi's face is grim. "Not good."

Your legs are struggling to keep you upright as you stumble against the bucking of the dying ship.

"Any suggestions, Commander?" he asks, a note of detachment in his voice that you wish you could mirror while plummeting to certain death.

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"Now would be the time to share any skills you've acquired on your solo missions."

You bite back a sarcastic comment about espionage missions rarely ending in dogfights. "Sir, if you're able to clear the atmosphere, we might still lose them in the asteroid field. If you can keep us from getting shot down for the next few minutes, I think I can manage the changes needed in the power converters to get the hyperdrive back online."

He considers this, then nods. "Fine. Do it. Divert as much power as you can without shorting the main systems."

He takes his place back at the helm and you slide a few feet to the back of the ship, dropping to the floor and immediately getting to work on the wiring. Another glancing blow hits the ship, and the tool you've grabbed skitters across the floor.

"I would love to recommend that you stay low until you reach the city limits, in case they have any qualms about shooting their own people and decide to use less firepower... but you're in command of this mission and I don't give the orders," you say, as if talking to yourself.

You snatch the tool back up and send a quick look to the captain's chair where Obi Wan is giving you a mildly unimpressed look. But he adjusts his controls, lowering the trajectory.

Too late. Another blast, and the ship is now shaking violently.

"All main engines are down on the port side." You flip through diagnostic screens, reading them aloud as Obi Wan struggles to keep the controls steady. "Remaining engines operating at only sixty percent. No, fourty... we're not going to make it."

All hope drains from your face while Obi Wan pulls up a map on the main console, adjusting coordinates. "Even if we manage to survive, our location has been compromised and our cover blown. I see only one option at the moment."

He zooms in, highlighting a nearby moon, Keoth. "We can try for a landing, and hope they believe we've died in the crash."

You take yet another hit, and this time you're knocked to the floor. You give a desperate smile. "They certainly aren't giving us many other options."

You stand back up and manage to strap yourself into the copilot's seat just in time for the power to begin failing. The ship begins its death spiral toward the moon below, its surface filling the viewport much too quickly for your stomach to handle. You give yourself over to the force, your master's piloting, and whatever luck has brought you this far.

Wordlessly, you plummet to the ground, reminding yourself not to give in to fear as the belly of the ship scrapes first against the trees, then against the rocky terrain. When the skidding finally stops and you haven't burst into a fireball, you silently thank the force as both of you remain in your seats for a moment, catching your breath.

"Let's hope the Black Sun didn't see where we went down," you say, finally unstrapping your belt once your legs are steady enough to stand up.

Obi wan stands as well. "I suppose we'll know soon enough."

His comment is enough to silence both of you again, and you listen in anticipation of more blasting. When nothing immediately happens, Obi Wan makes his way to the back of the ship and opens the cargo bay door. It creaks, straining against broken hinges, and slowly reveals the dense jungle outside. You step out, inspecting the damage to the ship. It's catastrophic.

"Black Sun or not, we aren't going anywhere anytime soon. It appears we'll need to send a status report to Coruscant and wait for rescue," he says, heading back into the ship to access the comm panel.

You step forward to follow him and wince, touching your head. Your hand comes away with blood, which must have been trickling down your forehead. He stops on the cargo ramp, placing a hand to the back of your head, steadying you for inspection.

"Hold still."

He turns your head this way and that, and steps back, walking into the ship to get a medpac. He takes one out of storage and makes his way back to you. "I am no medic, but that needs attention."

You wave a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. I must have hit it when I was working on the power converters. I'm more concerned about the ship's condition than a bump on the head."

He ignores your protest and starts to unpack a gauze pad, leaning toward you. Instead of letting him finish, you take the pad from his hand and press it in place, holding it there. You give him an appreciative look, which is enough to end the conversation. He turns his attention back to the comm panel. After a moment, he sighs.

"The normal communications systems are too damaged and the long-range communicator can't get a signal. We're cut off."

You close your eyes, trying to accept this new turn of events and find a way to move forward. You open them again and stare out of the cargo bay for a long time, thinking. Finally, you speak.

"If we can boost the signal of the long range communicator, we might be able to get a message back to one of my contacts on Oba Diah," you point, and his gaze follows your hand to the top of a mountain. "We just need to find higher ground."

"It's a possibility." Obi Wan considers it further, then gives a small shake of his head. "Probably our only possibility at present. We'll need supplies."

The both of you get started packing, eating and drinking as much as possible before leaving the rest of your supplies behind on the ship. With the pressing heat of the jungle, you consider leaving your robes behind, but ultimately pack them for extra bedding.

You shed the rest of your layers and leave on your tunic, arms bare. It doesn't do much to alleviate the pressing heat, but at least the fabric is light. Meanwhile, Obi Wan somehow decides to leave his outfit unchanged, removing only the most outer layer. It seems unbearable, but then, he's always been one of those jedi who choose to wear the most uncomfortable clothing. He told you once it was a constant exercise in learning to ignore the distraction of discomfort. You simply thought of it as unnecessary suffering.

"If I remember correctly, this moon has a 9-hour rotation. Looks like we have about 3 hours of daylight left," you say, pulling your bag over your shoulders.

Obi Wan follows you as you enter the jungle, stepping over vines. "We should make the most of it, then. Be wary. We don't know what kind of wildlife we may find."

"Actually, I've read the wildlife on Keoth is non-aggressive. So long as we don't provoke anything, I imagine we'll be fine."

"You keep your studies sharp, as always."

There's an unfinished lilt to his voice at the end of his sentence, where years ago, the words 'my padawan' may have fit.

When the jedi council had been deciding where to place you as a youngling, you hadn't made the choice easy for them. You didn't have any decipherable talents. At least, not at first. You weren't skilled with a blade, nor with hand-to-hand combat, and you weren't a particularly quick study at meditation. You weren't *bad* at any of those things, just not as adept as your peers. Nothing about you stood out, so finding a master with whom to place you became an ongoing task.

At first, you were sent to spend time at the healing houses. Often if a youngling wasn't predisposed to combat, their healing abilities soon revealed themselves. After months of training, not even the faintest sign of a healing ability made itself known. After that followed new master after new master. You learned from all of them, picked up skills from each of them, but none had been able to bring out your true strength. Your only consistent abilities seemed to lie in making rash decisions and engaging in reckless behavior. And as you neared the age for knighthood, it was becoming more of a liability to the order with each passing day

Thankfully, the council decided to counteract your behavior with a jedi who was the embodiment of forethought and decorum: Master Kenobi. You thought of your new assignment as a punishment at first, being placed with one of the strictest masters in the order, but with time and patience, he had shown you how to connect with the force like no one ever had.

It was through his guidance that you had discovered your unique talent for mind tricks. Most jedi could control one person with a weak will. You, on the other hand... you could control whole rooms of people with nothing but a suggestion. You could influence the minds of those with stronger wills and higher intelligence. You could disappear into a crowd by hopping from one consciousness to another almost effortlessly. It was a very rare gift, and it made you the perfect Republic spy.

It also meant that your tutelage under Master Kenobi was short-lived. Once your exceptional talent was revealed and honed, you were soon urged by the council to take the trials. A part of you always wondered if the need for your specific skillset in the war effort had driven you to take the trials before you were ready. Nevertheless, you passed. You struggled terribly, but you passed. And you were soon inundated with intelligence missions. Many jedi worked in partnership with one another, but on your assignments, a partner was often a liability. Instead, over the years, you formed a network of contacts in some of the seediest places throughout the galaxy. It was crucial work leading to vital information, but it was also isolating.

So, when you were given an assignment on Oba Diah with your former master, it was welcome news. Your mission had been to spread a rumor within the Pyke Syndicate that someone was selling a rare jedi holocron on the black market, in order to draw the attention of Lord Tyranus. When Tyranus arrived on Oba Diah to investigate, an attack would be launched in an effort to capture him. But the jedi council hadn't been aware of how deeply in league with the Black Sun Clan the Pyke had become, and weren't aware of their full numbers, or their access to information. Your deception had been revealed, and as a result, you're now staring up at the peak of a mountain that's miles away, while trudging through hot, sticky jungle air.

You've been walking for hours at this point, hardly able to see in the dimming light, and you ignite your lightsaber for the dual purpose of lighting your way and cutting a few branches out of your path. "It's nearly dark. Maybe we should make camp soon."

Obi Wan nods, although he keeps walking, and you keep following. "You're right. We'll make better time when we can see where we're going."

He finally stops in a small clearing, pulling out his water ration and taking a drink. You pause as well, using your lightsaber to slowly walk around the area and inspect. The trees aren't so dense in this area. Once you clear the brush off ground, it should make a reasonable-

You cut your inspection short, hearing a loud cracking sound in the darkness. You lock eyes with Obi Wan.

"Yes, I sense it as well," he says, lowering his voice. He ignites his lightsaber and you take your automatic positions, backs to one another, as you peer into the darkness of the jungle. Something is out there. You can feel it watching you.

A ravenous snarl suddenly erupts nearby, as a creature twice your size lunges out of the vegetation at Obi Wan. He deftly moves to the side, dodging its enormous claws. The beast's eyes glitter in the green reflection of your saber. Its teeth are so large it can't even seem to entirely close its mouth, drool dripping onto the ground below.

As the beast circles you, searching for a weak point to attack, you look over the matted hair covering its body, its raked-back ears and its short, stunted nose. You don’t recall this species in your study of this planet's moon. It roars and launches itself toward you again, and you slash upward, singeing one of the tufts on its ears. The smell of burnt hair and flesh hangs in the humid air, and the creature howls in pain, scrambling back toward both of you.

Obi Wan force pushes the beast backward, but it uses its legs like a springboard, ricocheting off a tree to snap its jaws at his neck. Again, he dodges, but not quickly enough to avoid its claws, which manage to catch his shoulder. Obi wan returns the stab by driving his lightsaber through the creature's arm, which finally causes it to relent, letting out a screech of pain.

It shuffles backward, then quickly disappears back into the jungle, leaving as suddenly as it had arrived. The two of you remain on alert, panting and glancing around the trees surrounding the clearing, now completely pitch black. After a few moments, it seems the creature has no plan to return, and Obi wan sighs.

"Non-aggressive, I believe, were your exact words?"

You grimace. "Perhaps the archive could use an update on Keoth."

He gives you a slight raise of his eyebrows, turning to say something else, but grits his teeth when he moves his arm. You shine your light toward his shoulder, seeing the blood seeping through his clothing.

"We should clean that," you tell him. Though your voice holds concern, it isn't the first time you've seen him injured. And because you've seen him injured plenty of times before, you're aware he'll ignore his injuries until you start to waste time over it. So you wait, patiently, unmoving.

He pulls his pack down from his shoulders and drops it to the ground. "We only have two medpacs. I'm not certain it's necessary."

He waits for your response, but you don't give him one, so at last, he searches his bag until he finds a medpac. When you see that he appears willing to listen to you in this instance and he begins to open a medpack, you drop your own pack to the ground and busy yourself with starting a fire.

You clear a small area of the ground and cut down some branches. Then you use the heat of your blade to burn some kindling you make by cutting off the bottom fringe of your tunic. Within a few minutes, the fire is crackling and you turn your attention back to Obi Wan, who has prepared the bacta spray and is pulling off his clothing.

He's... you swallow. Your eyes are drawn to his skin as it's revealed, and all at once it occurs to you that you've never seen your master without a shirt on. Even during late nights, you've seen him in his bedclothes, but never... never like this.

He's facing away from you, already having removed his belt and tunic, and he's quickly and unceremoniously pulling his dark brown undershirt over his head, dropping it to the ground. Despite trying to focus on the claw marks, you can't help but stare at his golden skin, the muscles of his back tapering down to his narrow waist. Then, all at once, your eyes fixate on the tattoo that graces his shoulder.

You can feel the synapses in your brain as they short circuit. You don't recognize the symbol, just a black marking of some kind which you've never seen before.

It's at this moment he seems to feel your gaze and turns around, holding the bacta spray. You tear your eyes up from his bare chest to look him in the eyes. He raises his arm, turning to the side. "Is it quite deep? I can't tell."

You blink, trying to steel yourself and focus on the task at hand. The injury doesn't seem serious, just a surface level puncture. You shake your head. "It's not that bad. You've had worse."

You try to force a smile but you imagine it comes off as nervous. Your eyes keep darting up to the tattoo as he displays himself for you.

"You look concerned, Commander. I assure you, I'm fine." He lowers his arm, giving you a strange look.

You stifle a cough, caught staring. "No, I know. I was just surprised."

"Surprised?"

"Yes, your... tattoo. I, uh, didn't know you had one."

A look of understanding passes over his face. "Oh, that. Yes."

He looks a little shy, but still as unreadable as always. "I had it done when I was much younger; a padawan. At the beginning of my time with Master Qui Gon."

You finally manage to regain control of your expression. "I see. I would never have suspected."

He dabs at his wound with a medical pad, then starts to spray it down. "You would probably be disappointed to learn that many jedi choose to mark themselves as a sign of their culture or for other reasons. In that way, I'm not as unique as I would sometimes like to believe."

You shake your head. "I'm aware. I just... wouldn't have expected it from you."

He smiles a little, then winces when he places a gauze pad onto his skin. "It was... a different time in my life."

The fire pops loudly beside you, the noise pulling you out of your trance. You sweep some more underbrush off the ground, throwing it into the nearby bushes while keeping your gaze firmly on your work. When the ground is clear enough, you lay out your bed roll and try to ignore him while he pulls his undershirt back over his body.

When your breathing finally returns to normal, you're able to turn your thoughts to something safe, like food. You pull a supply bar out of your bag, break it in half, and hand the other half to Obi Wan.

"Thank you," he says. Then he stares at you for a moment. His eyes narrow and he takes a step to close the distance between you, reaching his free hand out to nearly touch the side of your face.

Your breathing becomes shallow again. "General...?"

"You might do well with some of this spray, yourself. Your head isn't looking much better after all this walking."

You realize he's staring at your injury and your shoulders relax a little. "Oh. Yeah, thanks."

You take the spray as he offers it, then change the dressing as well. When you've finished, you climb, exhausted, for many reasons, into your makeshift bed and close your eyes.

You feel Obi Wan settling into his bed roll beside you. "I will take first watch. Rest well. It seems this journey may be more difficult than we had anticipated."

You stare up at the leaves above your head. Yes, you think. Yes, it may.

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dindjarindiaries · 6 months

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Every year with every new season, all the chatter about whether Pedro will be on set for The Mandalorian or not returns. The only season this wasn't a problem for was season 2, and still, a rumor about him being a "behind-the-scenes diva" still caused gossip to fly around.

Trust me, it happens every time, and every time it's proven wrong. Pedro shows he's just as committed to the role, that he loves it just as much, and that sometimes it's simply a matter of what they work out for the scheduling or for the sake of his own physical body.

It's totally okay to be upset about Pedro not being in the suit that much, all feelings about it are valid, of course! It definitely adds a charm that was evident in many season 2 scenes. Din, however, has so far been someone else in the suit probably 75% of the time - and that's the Din we continue to know and love to this day, too. Thus, the story and character wouldn't be impacted by Pedro's absence alone.

For some reason, it seems people want to specifically discredit Pedro's contribution to the role, but that doesn't make sense. It's the same as Darth Vader has been ever since the beginning, but Pedro's been given an even more active role in it. Even for Vader's return in Obi-Wan Kenobi, Hayden wasn't the one in the suit for every single scene. Katee also spoke about how Bo-Katan isn't always her, too. The same goes for Din and Pedro.

Season 3 didn't feel the same because it was a darker tone, and it focused on more than just Din and Grogu. It had a lot to accomplish, and in doing so, it had to sacrifice some of the things that are most beloved about the series. You can agree with that decision and love it, or you can not agree and consider season 3 a miss. Either way, it wasn't any of the actors' faults, as season 1 proved that Din Djarin is just fine without Pedro physically there at all times.

Din Djarin has been a three-person team since the beginning. The things these actors can control about Din's character will be just fine in their hands. The blame for the way a story goes, as was the case in season 3, doesn't deserve to go to any of them.

It's hard to drown out the noise about this situation for every season, and trust me, I've been in this fandom long enough to know that - but a lot of what's said about Pedro seems to be, for some odd reason, many people wanting him to fail, and he won't.

#highlighting the fact it's still okay to be upset about it!#but if you love din's character chances are you fell in love with all three of their interpretations of him #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #star wars discourse

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honeyedmiller · 1 year

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Where You Belong | Din Djarin

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

warnings: violence, cursing, angst, extreme vulnerability, mild mind manipulation, some fluff, smut, mentions of death and murders, some depictions in this one shot are completely inaccurate from the star wars universe (especially with the mandalorian creed & jedi code). 18+, minors dni.

word count: 10.6k

synopsis: Din has crossed paths with a particular Jedi way too often for his liking, and to make matters worse for him, he gets paired with said Jedi on a lethal mission. But, sometimes, unlikely pairs just... belong.

divider by @saradika 🖤

He saw you.

He saw the way you effortlessly walked into any place. He saw the way you conversed with people so easily, your charming looks and dazzling smile wooing everyone you come into contact with. He saw the way your ivory robe draped over your body, the brown belt and ivory pants showing off your lovely curves. He saw the way your brown boots made your legs look like they went on for miles. How your hair was always in a secure braid on your head, a hair never out of place except for a few loose strands in the front. How your light saber was always secured to your hip, ready to use at any moment's notice. He saw the way you followed your Jedi Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, around aimlessly. How you were always so obedient to him, like the good Jedi you were.

He saw you. He wish he didn't.

Mandalorians and Jedis were known not to be the best of friends, but you yourself never had a problem with one.

You'd crossed paths with him several times, always noticing his glinting beskar armor. Words were never said, but you always gave him a curt nod, a ghost of a smile playing on your lips. You did it every time you saw him. It never failed.

This time, you met at the cantina in Tatooine. It was unexpected, as per usual, but you felt Din's presence before you even stepped foot into the grimy place. You straightened up your posture, wanting to come off as more intimidating than you probably were, and held your head high. As soon as you followed behind Obi-Wan, the cantina went silent.

All eyes were on you two, including the Mandalorian who was sitting at a table across from Greef Karga, probably giving him more bounties to catch.

Obi-Wan looked at you and softly smiled.

"Get yourself a drink. You deserve to rest." The Master had taken notice in your extra hard work toward your training recently. He knew you'd make a fine Jedi Master one day.

You took a seat at the bar, noticing everyone finally resuming business as normal as the volume level of the cantina was loud again. The band was about to play a song, and conversation was in full swing.

"What can I get you, Jedi?" Wuher, the bartender, asks you with a raised brow.

You softly flash him a smile, "Spotchka, please." You hummed as he started on your drink. Your eyes scanned the cantina once more, noticing Obi-Wan chatting with Greef this time around. Mando was nowhere to be seen.

"So what's a Jedi doing in a cantina on Tatooine?" A modulated voice rung behind you, making you gasp. You spin around in your chair, and sure enough, the tall, broad man with blinding armor stood before you. You look up at his visor to where you assume his eyes would be.

Hearing him talk to you for the first time had your heart murmuring a few beats. You couldn't show him he'd flustered you though, because a Jedi? Flustered by none other than a Mandalorian? Unheard of.

"Master Kenobi had some business." You answer bluntly, shrugging your shoulders as you spin around again once Wuher put the spotchka in front of you. You graciously thanked him and took a sip of the glowing blue drink.

It was only until then that you heard coos of a baby, causing your body to whirl around in the stool again. You noticed the green baby in a floating crib next to the Mandalorian.

You had a staring contest with the green creature who resembled awfully close to great Jedi Master Yoda.

"He's with you?" You questioned the armored man, and he curtly nodded. "The Force is strong with him. Be careful." You chuckled, crossing a leg over another.

"He's a Jedi?" Mando asks, confusion laced in his modulated voice.

You were hesitant to answer. "Not necessarily. I can just feel a strong presence within him. The Force... it's prominent." You offer Mando a tight-lipped smile, and you were about to turn in your chair again when Greef and Obi-Wan stood before you.

"Mando, y/n," Greef greeted, and you both looked at him.

Y/n. Y/n. Din kept repeating your name in his head, briefly thinking that it was a very fitting and pretty name before Greef spoke again.

"We have important matters to discuss." Your face was emotionless as you instantly stood from the stool, eyes snapping from Obi-Wan's, to Greef's, to Mando's visor. You left credits on the bar top for your drink, which was barely even touched.

"Perhaps in a more private area." Obi-Wan added, causing you to furrow your brow. You wordlessly followed the men outside of the cantina, getting many looks from the common locals. It must've been so odd seeing two Jedi, an expeditor, a Mandalorian and a little green creature moving through the bustling village.

You five stuck out like a sore thumb, and the attention made you uncomfortable. Still, you walked with them as Obi-Wan and Greef led you to what looked like a private house.

Greef motioned for you and Mando to sit, but neither of you made the move to do so.

"What's this about?" Mando broke the silence, getting annoyed at the mystery lingering in the air.

"There's no easy way to put this, but," Obi-Wan sighed, looking at you with sincere, regretful eyes, "We need you two to go on a mission together."

Your eyebrows shot up in complete surprise.

"What?"

"Not happening."

You and Mando spoke simultaneously, looking at the two men standing before you in disbelief.

"I don't need to be responsible to look after another being," Mando starts, "My kid is already a handful."

His kid?

You look at him in disbelief, scoffing. "I can handle my own just fine, thank you very much." You were generally never rude, or had even sassed anyone for the matter, but Mando making you out to be someone who's incompetent irritated you.

"Y/n." Obi-Wan scolded your behavior, to which you uttered a 'sorry Master' in response.

"This is important. I'll triple your pay, Mando. More than what you would've gotten for the four fobs I gave you earlier." Greef tries to negotiate, and Mando is silent for a minute.

"Fine. What's the mission?" His leather gloves creak as he clenches his fists. Your eyes moved down to his clenched hands, then back up to Greef who deeply sighed.

"We need you both to work together to find Moff Gideon. We think he's trying to start an uprising to bring the Empire back into order." This made you perk up. Greef's eyes held worry in them.

"Gideon? I thought he was arrested by the New Republic." Your voice held confusion, to which Greef shook his head.

"He's escaped, and the New Republic hasn't been able to find him. They're asking for our help... even from you, Mando. They'll never bother you again if you're able to catch him." Greef looks at Mando, who hasn't moved a muscle in minutes.

The man could practically be a statue if his chest wasn't rising and falling with the breaths he took.

"One condition. What I say, goes." Mando's voice is stern, his helmet turning to look down at you.

Maker, why is he so tall?

You had the urge to scoff once again, but Master Kenobi's eyes were trained on you. He could probably sense your impending eye roll, but you held off for the sake of not wanting to be berated by Obi-Wan once again.

"Fine. Just one question, though," Your eyes shifted back to Obi-Wan and Greef, "Why us two?" Curiosity wasn't a common trait you carried, but this mission was dangerous. Sure, you were very skilled, quick to think and well-trained... but you weren't a Jedi Master. What could you've possibly brought to the table?

"It's a risky mission. Mando is a fantastic bounty hunter, but you bring in skills that would be feasible to catching Gideon. We know what you're capable of, y/n, and Master Kenobi has all the faith in you." Greef explains, and you humbly accept the high praise.

"Look, we know Jedis and Mandalorians don't get along too well, so that'll make people think there's no way an unlikely duo like yourselves would be working together." Master Kenobi looked between you and Din.

You nod to Master Kenobi, "Okay."

"Great. You'll both leave at dawn and head for Nevarro. We'll give you both supply for the ship, credits, and communication devices so we can all keep in touch when needed."

Dawn rolled around faster than anticipated. You five were all outside of Din's ship, ready to get going and leave Greef and Obi-Wan behind.

"Here's your bag. Tread lightly and make sure to use the Force." You take the bag from Obi-Wan, your eyes meeting his blue ones.

"Of course, Master." You bow your head to him, slinging the bag on your shoulder.

"Oh, and y/n?" Obi-Wan gently grips your arm, "I know you're ready for this. You've trained so well. But Maker, please be careful." You smile at him before pulling him into a hug. He hugged you back instantly, patting your back.

"Always, Master Kenobi. Always." You say, releasing him from your grip. He looked down at you like such a proud father.

"May the Force be with you." He calls out to you as you enter Mando's ship. You nod at him before the hatch to the ship closes, leaving a thick, awkward silence in the air between you, Mando, and the kid.

You offer Mando a tight-lipped smile before looking around the ship, which in all truthfulness, wasn't that well-kept. It was somewhat dirty on the inside, but you knew Mando only used it mainly just for flying purposes, so he didn't spend much time in here.

"Can I put my stuff somewhere?" You meekly ask, gesturing to the bag slung around your shoulder. Mando stayed silent as he analyzed you, before swiftly moving past you to open a sliding door not even ten feet behind you.

"Here." He says, and you nod curtly to him before putting the bag in the storage area.

"Thanks." You respond, and he mirrors your previous nod. He moves past you once again to climb up into the cockpit, starting up the ship and entering the coordinates for Nevarro.

Nerves ran through your system in a flash. You've never been to Nevarro. You figured you'd be a bit safer, though, since you had a brave Mandalorian with loads of weapons by your side.

How odd, you thought. Never in a million years did you think you'd be sent on a galaxy-altering mission, let alone with a Mandalorian.

Sounds of cooing broke you from your thoughts, and the kid was at your feet looking up at you. You smiled at him as he raised his arms up to you, and you carefully picked him up.

"Hey there, little guy." You let his three-fingered hand wrap around your index finger, shaking it as a greeting.

"I'm y/n. What's your name?" Your smile doesn't leave your face; not even when you feel the ship take off into hyperspace. The sound of boots clinking down a ladder rung throughout the hull, but you didn't look in the Mandalorian's direction.

"His name is Grogu." The modulated voice spoke, and your eyes briefly looked from Mando to the kid.

"Grogu." You repeat, and the kid starts smiling and babbling.

"Seems that he likes you." Mando said, and you look up at the armored man.

"Well I'd hope so, because we're gonna be roomies for awhile." Sarcasm dripped from your voice, causing Din to roll his eyes unbeknownst to you.

"Funny." He retorts, and you smile.

Din's breath hitched in his throat at the sight of it. Your smile was something he became quickly fond of seeing.

"So, how far away is Nevarro from here?" You question, keeping your focus on Grogu.

"Pretty far. A few day's trip, since it's on the other side of the Outer Rim." Mando's curt with his words, and you look up at him. You nod, licking your bottom lip.

"What's the plan, then?"

"Plan? What plan?" He tilts his helmet to the side, and you furrow your brows.

"What do you- The plan to catch Gideon, Mando." You were dumbfounded, and your voice portrayed it.

"I usually never have plans, I just go out and catch the bounties. Simple." Mando shrugs, and your lips form into a tight line.

"Okay." Was all you say before setting Grogu down, and he whined in response. Grogu loved being in your arms. You two were connected by the Force, and he felt it just as much as you did.

You weren't going to start an argument with Mando about a plan, mainly because you were going to be stuck with him for awhile and you didn't need the awkward tension in the ship.

"Are you, uh, hungry?" His helmet looks down at you intently.

"A little, but I think I'm just going to sleep for a bit. Is it okay if I sleep on the floor here?" You look around, trying to find a comfy spot to rest your head. It was still so early and you barely got any sleep the previous night, for obvious reasons.

"There's a cot to sleep on just in there," The Mandalorian nods his head through an entrance in the ship behind you, "You can sleep there."

"No it's okay, really, that's your bed. I don't want to impose." You're startled at how shy your voice sounds.

"We could always share the bed." Mando suggests, and your eyes snap back up to his visor.

"Wh-What?" You take a step back, not sure if you even heard him correctly.

A modulated chuckle rings through your ears, "I was just kidding, y/n. We don't even know each other." He shakes his head and bends down to pick up Grogu who was actively reaching his hands up to his caretaker, whining softly.

"Right," You clear your throat and run your tongue on your bottom lip once more, "I'm fine with just sleeping out here. Thanks for the offer, though." You move past him and grab a blanket from a makeshift shelf, settling into the corner of the ship. It actually wasn't as bad as you'd thought it would be. You were exhausted, so you knocked out in practically no time.

"Mando, this is so wrong. We shouldn't be doing this."

"Shh, just enjoy it pretty girl." A strong, leather-gloved hand slid up your bare torso, in between your sternum and up to wrap around your throat, giving a light squeeze. His other hand trailed down to your heat, rubbing you tenaciously, causing you to moan.

"P-please, Mando, don't stop." A raspy, modulated laugh cracked through the helmet.

"Look at you, pretty girl. So needy and desperate for me. Say I'm yours and I'll let you cum." He negotiated with you, his helmet tilting while enjoying the view below him. You were writhing beneath his touch, the pressure of his hand increasing.

"Maker, yes, Mando, I'm yours- I- I'm yours. Please, let me c-"

You gasp loudly, eyes shooting open as you look all around you. You weren't in the same spot on the floor you fell asleep on. You look down, noticing you were on the cot. Mando must've carried you from the floor to the bed. You huff in frustration, an aching heat between your legs.

What in Maker's name was that dream?

You get up from the bed, the ache even more prominent between your thighs. You needed relief, and Maker knows you've never done such a thing before, but no one had to know. You walk out from the bed area and go to your bag, digging out a change of clothes.

You spin around, gasping when you see Mando. How is he always sneaking up on you? You're a Jedi, you feel his presence... so why is it that he always makes you so jumpy?

"I, um, heard you groan a few minutes ago. Everything okay?" He's curious, and a shade of bright red covers your whole face.

"Yeah," You mutter, eyes not able to meet his visor, "Bad dream." You turn around and head to the shower, starting the water up. You made the temperature lukewarm, needing to cool down from that ridiculous dream— which still had you bothered down there. You'd never explored that area of yourself, but you were curious and desperate to get rid of the ache.

You moved your hand down your torso, the tips of your fingers feathering yourself once you reached your heat. You sucked in air sharply, eyes squeezing shut at the unfamiliar yet pleasurable feeling. You got more into it as time went on, soft moans leaving your mouth. You thought you were being quiet, but Mando could hear you clear as day.

The thought of you, a pure Jedi, touching yourself in his shower? It drove him absolutely wild. He stopped in front of the bathroom door at one point to tease you and ask if you were alright, but he decided against it. He didn't want to seem like a creep so he eventually left from the front of the door and up into the captain's chair again.

You felt such relief after your shower. Your hair was in a newly washed braid, clean clothes around your body, and slip-on shoes that kept your feet comfy. You put your stuff back in the storage area, climbing up to the cockpit.

"Hey," You softly say, causing Mando to look over his shoulder. His eyes scanned your body up and down, not being able to get the sound of your sweet moans out of his head. "Is it okay if I join you up here?" You ask, eyes darting to the empty co-pilot seat.

"Sure." You noticed he wasn't a man of many words, so from that point on you decided not to make much conversation with him, just for the sake of not bothering him.

You two sat in silence for what seemed like hours. The only noise was the buzzing of hyperspace and Grogu's soft snores. You were starting to dose yourself, until Mando broke the silence.

"So, how long have you been training as a Jedi?" He asks, swiveling the chair so it now faced you. Your body was slumped in the seat, arm on the armrest with your hand propping your head up.

"Since I was a youngling." You simply answered, wondering if you should give him a brief background history on yourself. You might as well, since you were going to be spending a lot of time with him.

"Obi-Wan took me in as his own. There's not many of us left, and he almost didn't want to train me, for good reason," You trail off, eyes shifting to the floor. The stories of the once great Jedi, Anakin Skywalker, filled your head.

Obi-Wan was truthfully terrified to ever train someone again, because he didn't want the same thing to happen. But, the Empire fell and the New Republic took over, which truthfully flooded him with relief. He'd taught you mostly everything he knew, which you would forever be grateful for.

You knew Anakin wanted more power, to protect what was his from the stories you've heard. Obi-Wan knew you didn't want that. However, you were curious about things of a lighthearted nature, such as relationships and allowing yourself to give into the feeling of love. It was highly frowned upon for a Jedi to be in a relationship or have relational feelings for someone, because relationships could lead to fear, and fear led to the path of the dark side.

Though, Anakin did want to protect his beloved Padmé, his need and want for power made him truly lose sight of what a true Jedi is, and eventually himself as a person.

You'd never forget their story. Obi-Wan confided in you one warm summer evening on Naboo, and the story brought you to tears.

You look back at Mando, who was analyzing your features. He noticed you dozed deep in thought, and naturally, he was curious as to what had you looking so anguished. You took a deep breath as you offered the armored man a small smile.

"When's the last time someone saw your face?" You said in a light tone, wanting to shift the subject away from yourself. Mando didn't respond for awhile. You almost thought he didn't hear you, and you became a little embarrassed. Was it too personal of a question?

"Since before I became a foundling." He finally answered, and you nodded your head ever so slightly in understanding.

"The Creed is as serious as it sounds then, huh?” You’re playful with your words, probably testing the waters with Mando more than you should be.

He let out a light chuckle at your choice of words, “Something like that.” Was all he said before the cockpit was overruled with silence once more.

Your trip came to a brief halt, as Mando arrived on a planet you didn’t know of. He said it was to get some ‘fresh air’ before you both arrived to Nevarro, but you knew it was to give each other space.

It’s not that you two were annoying each other— it was the complete opposite. Being in such a confined space with each other was driving you both wild. You both would purposefully brush against each other in the most subtle way, just enough for the other to notice. You’ve even had a few stare-offs, with heady eyes coming from your end. He’d always tilt his helmet and look down at you, the close proximity becoming unbearable.

But, neither of you made a move to fully touch one another.

You, because you shouldn’t. You know you shouldn’t. You wanted to though. That dream you had drove you wild and the aching need for Mando to touch you was growing stronger every minute you were in his presence.

Him, because he was too proud to admit that he felt the tension. He was trying so hard to ignore the way his hands would slightly twitch with yearning every time you were close to him. He tried to stop himself from admiring your beauty, but he couldn’t. In his eyes, you were simply the most beautiful in the galaxy.

You stepped foot onto the grassy, green planet with Grogu tucked to your left hip. You look around at the beautiful greenery, admiring its peacefulness and tranquility. Grogu was babbling and cooing constantly at you, which made you smile as you let him down onto the ground. The grass was plush beneath your boots. You kept a close eye on the kid as he ran, or waddled, in his case, to chase after a butterfly flying low to the ground. The sight made you giggle.

Mando watched you watching his son, and he cracked a genuine, show-stopping smile under the beskar. He wished you could see the look in his eyes when he looked at you. He didn’t know what it was about you that made him so smitten, but it’s as if something bigger than fatal attraction was drawing him to you. He’d never felt this way about anyone, and it fucking scared him.

In all truthfulness, he thought he’d never feel an attraction like this to anyone in his life. Ever. But then you come along, nearly flipping his world upside down without you even knowing it. The more he got to know you the past couple of days on the ship, the more he saw just how beautiful you really were— not just on the surface, but deep down inside as well.

“You’re awfully quiet today.” You tease Mando, lightly nudging his arm with your elbow. His helmet immediately looks down to you, a modulated chuckle ringing through your ears.

“Just a lot on my mind. That’s all.” He shrugs, not particularly wanting to admit that the ‘a lot’ part really just meant you.

You wanted to ask him what, but you decided against it. You nod at him nonetheless, offering him a small smile,

“What do you think about setting up camp here for the night? Get some fresh air and sleep, well, not on a cold metal floor.” Mando’s suggestion intrigues you, and you eventually nod.

“I’d like that.” You laugh, and you walk off to join Grogu as he chases after some more butterflies.

Nightfall came around much faster than you anticipated, so that left you and Mando scurrying to find some wood to burn for a fire. You two were sitting opposite of each other, the flames illuminating your face and his beskar armor. Grogu was fast asleep in his mobile pod, exhausted from chasing the pretty butterflies.

It’d been silent between you and Mando for at least an hour, probably pushing two. The only sounds were the fire crackling and the light breeze whooshing through the soft grass not too far from you. Your knees were brought to your chest, arms wrapped around your legs as your chin rested on your knees. You were staring at the fire, not thinking of anything in particular when Mando’s modulated voice broke the long silence.

“Is it true Jedi can do ‘mind tricks’ on people?” He asks, and although you can’t see his face, he’s analyzing you intently.

You lift your chin from your knees and laugh, wondering where he even heard that from.

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it mind tricks, but yes, we can. It takes a lot of concentration and will power to do it, though.” You offer Mando a small smile, moving your legs so they’re now crisscrossed.

“What exactly does it entail?” The curiosity in his voice is clear as day, and you honestly find it to be cute. No one’s ever really asked you about your ‘powers’ as a Jedi.

“We use the Force to make whomever comply to our own personal wishes. I’ve only ever done it one time, but it was to get someone to leave me alone.” You shrug, eyes never leaving Mando’s helmet.

Silence fell upon you two once more, but by now, you were used to it. Your eyes shifted back to the fire, your vision becoming blurry as you let the flame engulf it.

“Try it on me.” He finally speaks, and your head snaps up to look at him.

“What?” You’re wide-eyed, your voice coated with pure terror and surprise.

“Try it on me. I want to see what it feels like.” His voice is low, almost seductive. You swallow thickly, eyebrows furrowing.

“What exactly do you want me to make you do?” Your mouth goes completely dry as he moves closer to you. He’s now sitting in front of you, his knees touching yours as he copies your current position and sits crisscrossed as well.

“What’s something you’ve wanted me to do?” He turns the question back to you, helmet tilting to the side. He had an inkling of what your answer might be, but he wanted you to say it out loud.

Your eyes were anywhere but his helmet, teeth gnawing on your bottom lip. You were nervous. Nervous about the proximity between you two, nervous that he could probably see right through you, and nervous that if you allowed yourself to answer truthfully to his question, there’d be no turning back.

Your mind went back to the dream you had. The way his hands touched you… you wanted to be a reality. You wanted to feel it first hand, not just fantasize about it.

You finally looked back up at his visor, and your voice came out so small you thought he probably couldn’t even hear you. “Touch me.” Is all you said, and he stills. Maker, did you say the wrong thing? The silence was deafening at this point and you wanted to run off and hide back in the Razor Crest.

Eventually, Mando nods. “Okay.” Was all he said. You sigh and close your eyes, focusing yourself to the Force.

You open your eyes once more, and with a small wave of your hand, you speak aloud, “I want you to touch me.”

“You want me to—” Mando starts, but it doesn’t resonate with his mind. Either you weren’t concentrating hard enough, or he was trying to fight it.

You said it again with a little more force. “I want you to touch me, Mando.”

“You want me to touch you.” He says, and his hands immediately reach for you. He straightens out his legs and yanks you onto his lap. You gasp at the sudden movement, stabilizing yourself as you straddle him. His large hands graze your sides, sending goosebumps down your spine.

One of his hands moves to your front, grazing over your ivory robe. His hand skates over one of your breasts, down your sternum, your stomach, and eventually, stops right before the waistband of your pants. You want to whimper, but you hold yourself back from doing so. It was already bad enough that you were so desperate for this man.

“Can I?” He asks, and you hesitate for a moment. This was so wrong. You knew you weren’t supposed to be doing this. But, temptation took over your body as you just nodded your head yes. He moved his hand away from you to take off his leather glove. His hand moved back to you, lifting your robe out of the way before finding the waistband of your pants once more. Your skin was hot, wanting and needy for his touch.

He slowly slipped his hand into your pants, grazing his fingertips over your clothed core. You groaned at the sensation, your skin igniting as his touch sent jolts down your body. Soon after, he dipped his hand into your underwear.

He felt how wet you were for him, and he’d barely even touched you. The thought of that made his length twitch in his pants, and you felt him grow rock solid against your thigh.

He started to rub pressurized circles around your most sensitive nerves, causing you to buck your hips. You whimper out in desperation, not caring at this point that you went back on your own word. His touch felt so good. You wanted more. You started to rock your hips against his hand, creating some friction.

“Oh, Mando.” The sigh fell from your lips, your arms wrapping around the back of his covered neck.

“That’s it, pretty girl.” He coaxed, the pant in his breath becoming louder with the modulator.

No one had ever touched you before, let alone like this, so you relished in the feeling of pleasure. Soon enough, a warm, taunting sensation started to stir deep within you. It was the same feeling you felt after you touched yourself in the shower on the Razor Crest.

You ground your hips harshly against his fingers, aching for sweet release.

“Does that feel good?” Mando’s voice was raspy and dangerously low, as if he’d ruin the moment if he spoke any louder.

“Maker, Mando, yes. So– oh, so good.” You’re struggling to even think coherently at this point.

The sound of your slickness against his fingers could be heard now, and it turned Mando on even more. He wanted so badly to be buried in you and have you convulse and flutter around him, but he was a patient man. When you were ready… all in good time.

“Mando I’m—” before you could even finish, an orgasm washed over you and you buried your face into the crook of his covered neck as you moaned in relief. Your hips stuttered as the pressure lightened, causing you to fall slack against his body. His hand hesitantly left your pants, and he held both your hips steady as you tried to even out your breath.

“Let me– let me take care of you.” You whisper, moving your face from his neck. You look down at his visor, then down to the imprint of his length in his pants.

“Are you sure?” He asks you, surprise laced in his modulated voice.

“Yes. Just be patient with me… I’ve never done this before.” You’re desperate to hear his moans, maybe even call out your name in a breathy manner. He curtly nods his helmet, and you start working at the buckle of his pants.

Your eyes dart over to Grogu, who’s still fast asleep. Mando’s eyes follow yours, and he clicks a button on his wrist that causes the pod to quietly close. You focus your attention back on your hands— which were still trembling terribly— down to the buckle of his pants, which you eventually got undone. He lifted his hips so you could pull them down slightly. Next came his underwear. You were so nervous, but you wanted to do this. You wanted to make him feel good, just as he did for you not even a few minutes ago.

One of your hands buries itself underneath his black tunic, coming into contact with his warm, tan skin. The other one grabs the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down so his length was finally free. Your eyes widen at his size, swallowing thickly.

Mando puts both of his hands on your shoulders. “Hey, look at me,” he whispers, and you look up at his visor which only reflected your terrified expression, “You don’t need to do this if you don’t want to.” His glove-free hand moves up to your cheek, and you melt into his touch. His thumb grazes back and forth ever so gently.

“No, I want to.” Your voice is meek, but you get your point across. He nods at you and drops his hand from your cheek to one of your own hands, covering it with his. He guides it to his length, wrapping your hand around it. He starts to move your hand up and down, letting you feel exactly how tight he wants your hand around him.

He groans as you start to get the hang of it, moving his hand away from yours as you start to pump him on your own. Your thumb glazes over his sensitive tip, causing him to twitch. You bit your lip and look up at him, wanting to taste him.

You lower your head so your mouth is near his tip, “Can I?” You mimic his words from earlier, and this time, he was the one nodding yes. You look down at the pink, swollen flesh as you lower your head down even further until your soft lips reach his tip.

Mando groans, grabbing onto your braid. You start to take him in your mouth slowly, careful to avoid accidentally hitting him with your teeth. You feel the urge to gag, not used to the sensation whatsoever. You come up for air to control your breaths, then move your head back down. Your concentration is solely on him now. You make sure to breathe through your nose before taking him deeper into your mouth once more.

After a few minutes, you start to move your head up and down his silky flesh. Mando’s quiet curses are enough motivation to take him in even deeper. You’re using your hand for what your mouth can’t fit, but you’ve finally got the hang of a steady rhythm.

“Maker, that’s it. That’s it pretty girl, just like that.” He praises you, stirring a hot sensation in the pit of your core.

You moan against him, causing him to buck his hips up and start thrusting into your mouth. You squeeze your lips around him, and that was enough to tip him over the edge. A string of curse words, mixed with your name, left as a groan from his mouth as he orgasmed.

The warm liquid coating your throat made you want to gag, but you swallowed anyway.

You lifted your head, wiping your bottom lip with your thumb as he tucked his length back into his underwear and jeans, doing the buckle up once more. You did the same with your pants, the wetness of your underwear making it almost uncomfortable to have on.

Your mind was running a million miles a minute, so many questions sorting through your head.

What did I just do?

Will this affect the mission?

This is extremely against the Jedi Code…

You stand up and clear your throat, legs still a little shaky from your orgasm. “Im gonna, um, go meditate for a minute.” You walk away from him, not looking back to see his helmet tilt at you.

You pad your way into the soft grass, sitting down once more in a crisscrossed style. You rest your extended arms on your legs, closing your eyes as you breathe in and out slowly. You needed to clear your head. Your attraction to Din was becoming too much, and you were so fearful that it would lead to much darker things.

You were not going to end up like Anakin Skywalker.

No matter how much you were attracted to Din, who’ve which you have yet to even see his face (and probably never will for that fact), you had to force your emotions away. The last thing you needed was to lose sight of being a true Jedi.

You were so deep into your own thoughts and meditation, the sound of grass rustling made your eyes snap open in panic. You stood up quickly and reached for your lightsaber, turning it on. The green plasma glowed brightly and illuminated a tiny Grogu staring up at you. Din wasn’t far behind him.

“Oh, Grogu. You startled me.” You sigh, the green of your saber now reflecting off of Din’s armor.

“Didn’t mean to. He was curious of your whereabouts.” The modulated voice said, and you look up at his visor as you switch off your saber, nothing but the very faint glow of the fire illuminating the area now.

“Listen, we should probably get back onto the Crest. Let’s just get this mission over with.” Your voice was steady, but on the inside, you wanted to cry. You’ve trained for so long to learn detachment and to become one with the Force, and then this Mandalorian comes along and quite literally bewitches you.

“Uh- right, yeah, okay.” Din turns to the side with his hand away from him to signal for you to walk first. You brush past him, beginning your not-so-long journey back to the Razor Crest. You were dreading the rest of the ride to Nevarro.

Nevarro was an eerily dark, quiet planet. You two were headed to Nevarro city, where Din's tracking fob told you both that's where Moff Gideon was. You felt his presence on the planet, too. He was close. Din had called in a favor to a friend of his to watch after the kid while you two did this mission, so he wouldn't be in harm's way.

The walk there was going to take about two hours, and on the way there, Din was telling you that Mandalorians would gather there, including himself, but were quickly moved out by Moff Gideon and his clan.

“So this is more than just a mission for you.” It was more of a statement than a question, but the Mandalorian nodded nonetheless.

“Yes. My people deserve to have this territory back,” He sighs, looking down at you. “Look, about the other night…” He pauses, looking for the right words to say, “Did I do something wrong? Or upset you?” You’d never heard him speak with such uncertainty before.

You looked down at the volcanic ground beneath your feet as you walked. “No. It wasn’t you. It’s me.” You finally answer, and he stops walking. You two were standing quite literally in the middle of nowhere, the hot air of the planet whipping across your face.

You could tell by his body language and how close he’d gotten to you that he wanted an explanation. It’s honestly the least you owed him, since you’d been acting so strange around him since that night you two got intimate.

“One of the first things you learn when you’re a youngling becoming a Padawan, is that attachment is forbidden. It can lead to rash decisions, which can eventually lead to the path of the dark side. It happened once to a very powerful Jedi, who eventually turned dark and became a Sith Lord.” Your voice was shaking, and your eyes looked everywhere but Din’s visor.

Din stayed silent, waiting for you to continue. “Look, Mando—”

“Call me Din.” His voice is a whisper.

“Din— I like you. A lot. I don’t know what it is, but being with you in your presence this past week has made me feel things for someone I’ve never felt in my life, and it absolutely terrifies me. I just– I just feel it. I don’t know, I probably sound stupid saying this.” You finally have the courage to look back up at him.

You stay in that position for what seems to be an eternity. Then, it’s all as if it’s a blur— he reaches both of his hands on his helmet, a pressurized hissing being released as he starts to lift it up.

You gasp, panic coursing through your body as you snap your eyes shut quickly. “Din, what are you doing? Your creed, you can’t—”

“I want you to know that this is as real for me as it is for you. Ever since I first set eyes on you, I’ve felt drawn to you. Every planet I’ve been to, I’d hoped you were there with your Master just so I could see your beautiful face,” Din’s voice without modulation was heavenly. It was deep and steady, but soft enough to make you swoon. “Open your eyes. Please.” He pleaded, and everything in you was telling you to keep them closed.

“You’ll become an apostate, Din. I can’t.” Tears well up, stinging behind your closed eyes.

“My Creed means as much to me as your Jedi Code does to you. For years, I've seen you. Getting to really know you within the time allotted on this journey has made me want to open up my heart to you, and only you. Please, open your eyes." He grabs both sides of your face gently after setting his helmet down.

His vulnerability was making him so uncomfortable, but for you, he'd do it over and over again. He spoke his next words in such desperation,

"I want you to see me too."

Finally, you slowly allowed your eyes to flutter open. Your eyes stare at his chest plate, then slowly move up to the beautiful man standing before you. You gasp softly in surprise, scanning the features of his face.

He had dark brown locks that looked soft to the touch, a crinkle in his brow from being worrisome in this very moment, dark brown eyes that looked right into your soul, a beautifully sculpted nose, a mustache right above his perfectly plush-looking lips which were currently parted, and very little stubble on his strong jaw.

"You're so beautiful." You whisper, reaching up to touch his face. He melts into your touch, sighing as his eyes closed fore a brief second before opening again.

"You won't end up like him." Din's sureness in his voice gives you some hope.

"I know I won't it's just- this, right here, is all so new to me. I've never given in to someone like this. But you, well—I just feel the Force drawing me to you. It's like I can't stay away no matter how hard I try." You're exhausted with the back-and-forth that your mind has been going through the past few days.

He's quick to lean down and brush his nose against yours, "So don't." He whispers, finally capturing your lips in his. The power you felt kissing this man was ethereal. Your hands moved up to his back of his head, nimble fingers gripping his soft locks to push his head closer to yours.

It's a feeling of sweet relief for both of you to kiss each other with such urgency. You part from him reluctantly, resting your hands on his chest plate. A small smile plays at his lips as he looks down at you.

"Put your helmet back on before someone else can accidentally see you." You softly say, causing him to chuckle. He does as he's told, and you two continue on foot. It wasn't long before you arrived to Nevarro City. Stormtroopers were guarding the entrance, as Obi-Wan had communicated to you less than ten minutes ago. You and Din had to find a way to sneak around them, or, just kill them.

You both chose the latter. Your lightsaber easily went right though one stormtrooper's body, as Din's blaster shot through the other. You both hid behind buildings quietly until you spotted the cantina, where Moff Gideon was.

Everything suddenly got quiet. Too quiet. You looked up at Din who held one finger to his helmet, signaling you to be completely quiet and still. You curtly nod your head, eyes scanning the perimeter.

Suddenly, you felt a blaster being pushed into your back. You look at Din, who had a guard behind him as well, and they both led you into the cantina. Gideon was standing there with a bemused expression.

You clench your jaw and look around, scanning your eyes around the room. There were more than a dozen guards and creatures with all kinds of weapons. You and Din were clearly outnumbered. Your eyes shift back to Gideon as he began to speak.

"A Mandalorian and a Jedi? That's unheard of," His boisterous laugh filled the cantina, making you become irritated. "If you're here to take your territory back, Mandalorian, you're just wasting your time."

Din's gloves creak as he clenches his fists, clearly agitated as well by the man standing in front of both of you.

"What, nothing to say?" Gideon tests Din, looking between the both of you. Din tilts his helmet and reaches for his blaster, and you mimic his moves as you reach for your saber.

Gideon's face turns stone-cold at your actions, "Kill them." Was all he said before everything turned into a complete blur once again.

All you remember is that you're blocking blaster rays left and right with your saber, the green plasma slicing through several bodies without even a second to think about what was happening. You and Din were now back-to-back, moving your saber fluidly to ward off anyone who tried to get near you.

In the midst of the chaos, Gideon tried to run out of the cantina unseen, but you saw him leave swiftly.

"Mando, Gideon's getting away!" You shout, and he motions for you to go after him.

"Go! I'll be there shortly." He's fighting off a storm trooper, and you take your saber and slide it right through his gut before he drops lifelessly on the floor. You nod at Din, running off in the direction Gideon went.

One advantage of being a Jedi in times like this was the fact that you were trained to be so light on your feet, so the surprise factor of your presence was always unpredictable.

You spot Gideon running through the street, and you tread as fast as you can after him. He turns and reaches a dead end down an alley, facing you once he realizes he has nowhere to go.

"Give it up, Moff Gideon." Your stare is deadly, catching Gideon by surprise.

"And what is Jedi scum like you going to do exactly? You can't take me on your own." His taunts only motivate you further to end this once and for all.

"Try me." You light your saber up, the green plasma glowing through the dark alley.

"Gladly." He pulls something from his hip, and he lights it up. You're taken aback.

It's the dark saber.

You'd only heard about such a saber, but never seen it in person. How in the Maker’s galaxy did a man like Gideon possess such a weapon?

You're pulled from your erratic thoughts as he charges toward you, his yell echoing off the walls of the buildings. You move quickly to duck his advances, swinging your saber to hit his. You do exactly what Master Kenobi taught you to do—move fluidly, focus on your target, and use the Force to guide you through the battle.

Both yours and Gideon's grunts were echoing through the alley, a light sheen of sweat now coating your forehead. All you could think about was wanting to end this so you could get back to Din.

Maker, you hope he's okay.

You turn quickly and bring your saber to Gideon, but he moved too unpredictably fast for you and brought the dark saber to your arm, burning a slash into your skin.

You yelped in agony, your skin feeling like it was boiling. You continued to block Gideon's moves, trying your best to ignore the heavy pain in your arm.

By all miracles in the galaxy, Din appeared behind Gideon unbeknownst to him. You kept warding him off, moving him backwards in Din's direction. Din didn't look like he had a single scratch on him, but he noticed your arm immediately. That was enough for him to sneak up behind Gideon and put him in a tight chokehold, holding the blaster to his head.

"It's over for you. Drop the saber. Now." Din's voice was loud, strangulating against the modulator. Gideon had the look of defeat in his eyes, and struggled to get out of Din's grip which only grew tighter around his neck with each move he made.

"I said drop it!" He yelled, causing Gideon to jump and drop it by accident. Din immediately kicked it over to you, and you picked up the sacred weapon.

"Should I bring him in warm? Or should I bring him in cold?" He questions you, tilting his helmet. The blaster pointed at Gideon's head hadn't moved even an inch.

"Let the New Republic deal with him." You breathed, hissing at the pain in your arm.

"Let's get you out of here." His voice was soft this time, moving the blaster back into its holster on his hip.

"Hold on." You say sharply, stepping toward Gideon. You pulled your fist back, sending it forward full force into contact with Gideon's cheek, knocking him out cold.

"'S what you get for calling me Jedi scum, you son of a Bantha." You shake your hand and walk past Gideon, who was now slack in Din's arm. Din chuckled and followed you back to the Razor Crest, ready to give Gideon over to the New Republic.

You, Din, and Grogu arrived on Naboo a few short days later to meet with Obi-Wan and Greef.

Obi-Wan gave you a hug as he saw you were alive and well, relief flowing through him. He had no doubt in his mind that you could capture Gideon, but he knew the mission was risky. He immediately saw the slash on your arm, which Din tried to tend to, but didn't have the proper things on his ship to heal the wound correctly.

"Come with me, I'll give you a bacta shot and wrap it for you." Master Kenobi offered, leaving Din and Greef to discuss other matters, which you're assuming included the hefty reward of credits he was promised.

You follow Master Kenobi into a florescent-lit room, and he had you sit on a chair as he rummaged for the bacta shot. He pulled it from the kit once he found it, and moved to sit on the stool in front of you. You rolled up your sleeve so the burn was visible. You knew it was going to leave a scar, but all that mattered to you was that it healed properly.

"You like him a great deal, don't you y/n?" Master Kenobi raises an eyebrow at you. You scan his face to find any indication of anger or worry, but there was none. You sigh, knowing he already knows the answer. There was no denying your feelings for the man in armor.

"Yes." You breathe, afraid to say anything more. You didn't know how Obi-Wan was going to react, so you wanted to keep your answers short and light.

"I see the way you look at him, you know." He injected the shot into your skin, causing you to wince. "You know it's against Jedi Code—"

You knew those dreaded words were coming so you began to ramble, "I know, Master, I just- I can't help it. It's like the Force just draws me to him. I—"

You were cut off by Obi-Wan raising his hand to stop you from speaking further.

"You didn't let me finish," He chuckled, "It's against the Code, but y/n, there's so little of us left. I know you don't have darkness in you. I know you're fearful of becoming someone like Anakin did, but I promise you, you won't. You have a good heart and a kind soul. You're patient, obedient to orders, and you're a great Jedi Knight. He was too, but you're nothing like him. Your temptation to be with the Mandalorian isn't for more power," He starts to wrap your wound properly with gauze, "I know you don't want more. You just want peace, and to peacefully love." He smiles at you, and it's like the weight of the whole galaxy was lifted off of your shoulders.

"Exactly, Master. The feeling I get with Mando... it- it doesn't make me fearful. It makes me fearless. I know he'd protect me with everything in him and vice versa. I'd still follow the Code and he'd still follow his Creed, but we'd do it together. He means a lot to me and being with him is something I'll never take for granted." Tears were falling from your eyes, making your Master chuckle slightly.

"I'd be a hypocrite if I told you you couldn't be with him, you know." His bemused expression surprised you.

"Master?"

"I too have had relations with a Mandalorian. Don't think you're the only one now." You look at him in shock as he laughs gutturally, and you join him shortly after.

"Wow, Master, I didn't know you had it in you." You nudge him with your good arm, and he smiles at you.

"Go be with him, unashamedly. You deserve to love, especially a good man like him." He puts his hand on your good arm, rubbing it up and down once before standing up. You follow him out to the main corridors once more, where Din and Greef still stood.

You made your way up to Din, not even thinking twice before bringing him in for a hug. You were careful not to touch any of his weapons or his jetpack. He looked down at you in shock, his body stilling before wrapping his arms around the tops of your shoulders so he avoided touching your wound. He rested his helmet on top of your head, and you two stayed like that for a few minutes.

Obi-Wan and Greef exchanged looks of pleasantries, deciding to leave you two on your own.

"The last room down the hall on the left is yours to stay in tonight, you two." Obi-Wan called out before he and Greef both exited the main corridor.

You look up at Din with knowing eyes, offering him a small smile before you take his hand in yours and lead him down the hall.

You two had settled into the lavish room rather quickly. It had a view of the calm waters outside of a balcony, who’s pillars were vined with red roses. The red against the blue waters was a beautiful contrast. Naboo was such a beautiful planet; you’d often wished you could stay here longer each time.

Your eyes shift to Din as he steps out of the steamy bathroom, a dark robe wrapped around his body as he approaches the huge bed. He makes himself comfy next to you, dark eyes scanning over your body which was clothed in a pink satin nightgown. The material hugged your curves in all the right places, making Din easily want to reach out and touch you everywhere.

He moves his face closer to yours, noses brushing as he pressed his soft lips to yours.

“Let me touch you… let me feel you. Please.” Din’s voice is like velvet, begging to let him make you feel good. He presses his lips to yours once more, one of his hands moving up to cup your cheek.

“Okay.” You agree against the kiss, nodding your head ever so slightly. He flashes you a breathtaking smile before moving his lips down to your neck, tongue poking out so it makes contact with your hot skin. You moan his name in a whisper as he moves his open-mouthed kisses down your collar bone, to your sternum, and over your clothed breasts.

He sits up again before looking down at you in adoration, making you nearly want to cry. You were so happy that you finally got your shot at a real relationship, and you didn’t have to push him away to avoid attachment.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice is soft as he reaches for the bottom of the satin nightgown, slowly moving the material up your hips, to your torso, and eventually, over your head. He drops the light material on the floor next to the bed, admiring your bareness from above.

He moved down to kiss both of your breasts, then moved down your torso before reaching the top of your matching panties. He looks up at you and offers you a lopsided grin before dipping his head down once more. His lips found their way to your thighs, kissing the inside in a feathery manner. His face was met with your clothed core, and he looked up at you with desire-filled eyes as he kissed you once there. You sharply inhaled, your fingers moving to his damp hair.

He hooked his fingers into the side of your panties, sliding them off your hips with ease. He dropped them down alongside the nightgown pooled on the ground. He was met with your bare core as he moved back between your legs, and he offered you one more kiss before he delicately licked up your folds.

You gasped at the foreign sensation, fingers gripping onto his hair tighter than before. He did the same gesture a few more times before completely attaching his mouth to you, praising your most sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.

“Maker, Din, please-please don’t stop.” You moaned, feeling dizzy with pleasure coursing through your whole being.

He hummed against your core, only adding to the factor of pleasure you were experiencing. He started to flick his tongue around your most sensitive part, which was swollen with arousal. Din moved his arms to hook around your hips as you started to writhe beneath his mouth, grinding your hips into his tongue.

“You taste so good, pretty girl.” Din praises, and the familiar, hot sensation bubbles in your core. You whimper at the feeling, wanting to feel sweet release. Din’s tongue felt heavenly against you, and your impending orgasm was a result of that.

You finally reached your high, the sensation ripping through your body as your hips stuttered and toes curled. Your grip on his hair was tight, causing him to groan as he finished lapping up your orgasm.

He sat up, mustache and chin coated with your secretions. You pulled him down to smash your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue. Without breaking the kiss, you reach down Din’s robe to untie the string that was keeping the soft material closed around his body.

He shrugged it off when it became undone, adding it to the growing collection of clothing items on the floor. Your eyes scanned over his tan body. He was just so breathtaking.

You look him in the eyes, pulling him down to you once more before you kissed him with such passion. You wanted him to know how badly you wanted him without saying another word. He instantly got the message.

You two kissed feverishly for a few more minutes before he sat up again, lining up the tip of his length to your entrance. It was the first time for both of you—he knew to be gentle with you, and slow and steady for himself. It never dawned on you that both his Creed and your Code forbade you both from having such relations with others in such an intimate, passionate way. You were grateful to experience this first with Din.

He slowly pushed into you, a stinging sensation becoming prominent between your legs. You had to stop him for a second so you could adjust around his length. He kept inching into you after you told him you were okay, the feeling of you fluttering so tightly around him driving him crazy.

Eventually, he was buried in you. He moved down onto his elbows to capture your lips in his, making the moment all the more sweeter.

“Can I move?” He asks, brushing your hair—which wasn’t in a braid for once, and instead worn naturally—away from your face.

You’re so drunk on the fullness of him inside of you, you can’t even muster up a coherent agreement. Instead, you just opt to nod your head yes.

He slowly moves his hips back, the feeling of how tight you are making his head spin. You felt so damn good on him. He buries himself fully into you once more, dropping his head so his face resides in the crook of your neck.

When you were both comfortable, he eventually picked up the pace of his hips. Strings of moans came from both of you, the sound of hips lightly slapping together and lips smacking was all that filled the room.

“You feel so good. I’m so lucky.” Din moans, his mouth capturing yours once more. You wrap your legs around his hips as they snap against yours, another orgasm brewing inside of you. He felt his coming quickly, and he looked into your eyes.

“Cum with me, pretty girl.” Your body tipped over the edge once again, in sync with his as he kissed you, groaning into your mouth as you both came together.

You both were panting heavily as he reluctantly slipped out of you, plopping down on the bed in his rightful spot next to you. You look up at him through your lashes, eyes fluttering. You were both spent and just downright exhausted. Not only from the mission, but from giving yourselves to each other which you both, unbeknownst to you at the time, eventually promised to do over and over again for the rest of your lives.

Din pulled you to him, laying your head on his chest. His heartbeat was rapid, but yours matched his just the same. He wrapped you tightly into his warm arms, letting go not even being an option he’d think of.

This is exactly where you knew you were meant to be. You were meant to be right by Din’s side, in the safety of his arms. It’s what felt so right. It’s what would always feel right. It’s what you wanted for the rest of your living existence in this galaxy.

It’s where you belong.

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15 Lines Game

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

I'm here from someone's open tags heehoo

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“It's not like I frequent these events,” he mutters, feeling like a broken record. “I would appreciate the help though, thank you.”

“A great many things might seem unbecoming when their purpose is obscured, Master Tapal.”

"Peacekeeping has many faces. The diplomats and negotiators do work that I can hardly even imagine." [redacted context] "You're right, all the same. There's a certain naivete and unconscious bias in a lot of Knights. Lack of perspective about what it takes to survive."

“The artist who gave my father his markings was the one to give me mine," he continues, a touch wistful. "Going back home was strange. Seeing the ways it had changed and the ways it was still stuck was… hard.”

"You would be wise not to show your condescension so openly, Skywalker. If I can feel it, so can most beings on this planet. Need I remind you that ties with the Force run deep here?"

“Just Bastra is fine,” Vargdan sighs. The look he fixes on Kenobi is equal parts irritation and resignation. “You said it was urgent, so I didn't pit stop on Coruscant."

“Not the way you do, but my Master did.” His smile is sad, but free from the weight of grief. “He took them very literally, and if you know what they’re like, I imagine you can see how that would toy with one’s mind.”

“The Order is all I have. This is the only reason I ever got off Dathomir.”

“It's not safe to be out here alone,” he says without turning, forcing her to jog a few steps before matching his pace, “especially for unsubtle thieves.”

“Don't say that. Not now. You had your reasons, you had Sifo-Dyas, and I got that. Eventually. It doesn't matter anymore.”

“I know.” A silence, then an admission, “She's not as angry as I was, I don't think.”

"I mean, it's not like I know how to conduct an army. Bones is miles more qualified than I am, so I'll gladly defer to his judgment."

"This was kept from you for a reason. Some stories are best left buried."

"Obi-Wan was killed in action on Utapau," he repeats. "I know nothing more of it."

“I nearly did, after Sifo-Dyas died.” [redacted context] “I was on my own out there, after, no contact with the Temple to replace him. In all that– with that gang, the things I had to watch. The things I had to do. I was right at the edge.”

(nocte and des under there ⬇️)

“It’s not just the job.” Still, Nocte pulls off his gloves and dumps them in a bin. His expression settles into something hard to read. "You're one of us now, whether you're ready to act like it or not."

"I've put myself on the line enough at least one lifetime, but here we are."

"I don't pity you, MacTavish. I didn't come here to fight with you either."

"What was it you said? No room for morality in war?"

"Well," he grunts, "call it a lapse in judgment if it helps you sleep at night. Not like I'd take offense."

“It doesn’t matter, Soap. It’s just not my bloody name.”

"It's exhausting. The upper crust is exhausting. Aren't you exhausted?"

"Price is going to kill me and it'll be your fault. Me and Lee, both," he complains, though it rings hollow when he doesn't stop her.

"It'll grow back, probably faster than the higher ups would like."

"I don't care whose fault it is. Get your asses back here and fix it."

"Are you threatening to blackmail me, Captain? Because that's a two-way street after–"

He whistles, low and appreciative. "That is one big bastard."

"Quit trying to pick me apart, Lieutenant, I'm fine."

"We shouldn't," he forces himself to say. "We can't."

"How do you ever get anything done with your head that far up your ass?"

"You will mind your goddamn manners or you'll see a different 'doc. Do you understand?"

“You came in with a referral, made my life a little easier, so I'll give you a discount. I respect you, Viktor, you're good at what you do. Not to mention your days in the ring – I was such a fan.” His expression twitches toward something that might even be genuine. “How about this, I'll dig up this chrome for you and you'll owe me a favor.”

"I doubt Royce would've let me walk away from that. Heard he's got a new right hand."

"Hard to believe that's true," he said, laughing a little. "Reckon this is more memory than imagination."

“The crew called me Eyes, which was a gonk ass nickname. Stuck, though."

“I’ve known Hands for a long time, grew up in Pacifica. Don’t get me wrong, I heard about you on the street, but didn’t really pay it any mind until he started asking after you.”

"I think you answered your own question. It's a clinic, ain't it? I'm getting doctored."

"Fucking disgraceful is what it is. You build something, pour your blood sweat and tears into it, just for some upstart leadhead to run it into the ground."

“So I’ll talk to him, clear this up,” he says, even though it’s an uncomfortable prospect. “He probably respects me enough to halfway listen.”

"No. No one ever made me do anything. I lost a lot, but I won't lose that."

#leocs #bastra vargdan #clone medic nocte #but more like #atama 'nocte' te rangi #des 'eyes' gallagher #tag game #this was an interesting one for picking quotes and stuff

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tideswept · 6 months

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Trick or treat!!

From this ask game | Hi nonnie! thank you for coming back!

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Tatooinian Glass Artist Canon Divergence Obikin AU

(ok, that was a mouthful, but you'll understand in a second. Also, shoutout to @grapenehifics for putting the idea of glass into my head.) Glass is extremely important in Tatooinian culture, both for the slaves and the slavers. Sand is one of the few things they're in abundance of, so once upon a time, they thrived as crafters. But when demand for their craft died, so did the workshops, the artists--after all, making glass takes water, and that's not something they can waste.

So most glass is passed from long ago, or made in very tiny quantities. The knowledge is forgotten, and the tools simply don't exist.

Enter Anakin, who, incidentally, is a child of the Force who can blast pure concentrated energy enough to melt sand. It's fun. It's pretty! He gifts his first piece to his mother. Then to the other slaves. Finally, a good use for sand, he thinks proudly every time someone is overjoyed when he slips the glass into their hand.

But the glass bits that Anakin creates aren't simply glass; they're Force-attuned glass. Not in the way kyber is, not that strong, but the potential is there.

And it's in the hands of a small slave boy doing it for fun.

Eventually, Shmi realizes that her son's creations are dangerous. Both ideologically and quite literally. Glass, to the people of Tatooine, means prosperity. It means worth of the sea that surrounds them. It means a life before there were slavers oppressing them.

And not to put a fine point on it, but it doesn't take much engineering to turn Anakin's glass into a weapon.

They can use this to fight back.

Several years later, the Hutts are dead. Tatooine outlaws slavery. Then the Clone Wars start, which doesn't make them happy. They didn't just win their freedom only to be ground under the heel of war.

Their elected leader, Shmi Skywalker, contacts the Order. She has a proposition for them. Something they'd be very interested in looking into.

And she sends a small, perfectly round marble that shines like a supernova in the Force.

General Kenobi and his Padawan are sent to Tatooine to speak with Skywalker. Where did she get this? How is it possible? Shmi is not willing to divulge anything she doesn't have to without negotiating first. If the Order wants to know the secret behind the glass, she has demands.

Obi-Wan reluctantly agrees. The Order has to understand what this is before the Separatists discover it. And upon the deal being sealed, he meets Master Glasssmith Anakin Skywalker--Shmi's gorgeous, snarky, intensely curious (and just plain intense) son, who can create beautiful Force-attuned glass with Force-lightning, stars preserve them.

(is this anything?)

#ask game #obikin

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meshlasolus · 2 years

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House Of Memories (19/?)

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Padawan!reader

Warnings: lil spicy, but not rlly. Fluff, lil ansgt if u squint. thots

Summary: Obi-Wan begins to think about you differently, good thing you have the simplest distraction to keep him from those thoughts.

A/n: is it getting hot in here? yeah it's definitely getting hot in here ima crank the ac

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The man you had come to Scarif to find, and capture had been put in restraints and locked in a small holding cell on the ship, and though you were all ready to leave this planet, Obi-Wan had suggested to lay over for the night, to take a rest and to regroup before the morning.

You were perfectly fine with his decision, racing him back to the room you had been given, and not waiting a second after the door was opened before jumping onto the bed, face first. If the council saw you doing this, they would be very grumpy, but they weren't here. Just Obi-Wan, and even though he normally wasn't as tolerant of stupidity, he held back a chuckle at your antics, shaking his head.

"And here I thought you'd been tired," he shrugged off his robe and hung it by the door, catching yours after you threw it to him and did the same.

"I am tired."

Your giggling fit of exhaustion should have proven that. You remember a time when Anakin came home late like this, laughing his head off and waking you up. You now understood the struggle of fighting against the drunkenness of being so tired.

"Go get ready for bed, and please do try to be quiet. I don't want to deal with complaints in the morning," he ushered you into the 'fresher with your change of clothes, rolling his eyes as you seemed to be stuttering your steps.

Once the door was shut, he quickly changed himself, heaving a breath and letting it out.

He was having a hard time with you, or specifically being around you since the scene in the nightclub. The way you handled yourself was remarkable, truly he was proud of you, he was. But when that Twi'lek girl was talking to you, he realized how truly innocent you were.

She is a pure jedi, never to be had before in her life.

He taught you well, letting you know of the ways of the worlds, but even though you knew of these things, you'd never done them. You'd never been touched, barely been kissed, and only because it was, he who was foolish enough to let his emotions for you overcome him. He couldn't help it, he loved you. Loving you had been a very innocent thing until tonight. Until tonight he was content to share the forehead kisses, hold you close to him after a nightmare, or when you felt scared, or even just when you were lonely and missing Anakin.

It was all different, now. He knew however little experience he had; it he still knew what it was like. To feel someone that close to you, so intimately. He was sure at one point in his life he was in love, but oh how he was wrong. He grew out of it but remembered the only thing clouding his mind was lust. The need to be felt by another human being, to be tangled with them and to give and receive pleasure.

You were unknowledgeable about such things and could not possibly crave it. He was being foolish to think about it, now... but what if you ever asked him? You'd been plenty comfortable to ask him private things before, and he was always comfortable to answer you. If you came to him for answers after tonight, he wasn't so sure it would be just another conversation. Would he tell you it is an activity meant for those who are in love? For those who desire a casual partner? He didn't want to tell you that, not ever. He didn't want to risk you taking it to heart and finding someone who didn't care about you. Not like he cared about you.

He wanted to tell you it was an act of love so deep, that only those who are connected mind and soul would be able to achieve its truest benefits. Perhaps he would, and perhaps you would understand, that no one else was good enough for you. You would know that they could never come close because you were not connected so beautifully.

It pained him to think about this, because he should absolutely not be having a thought like this. He could be expelled from the Jedi order if the council even caught whiff of his thoughts right now.

He couldn't help it, though. The image of you wrapped around him, emitting the sweetest noises while he made the softest, most gentle love to you that anyone had ever before. He couldn't shake it, that perhaps you might one day trust him enough to love you like that, so deeply, and with a purity that was only found in stories.

He was brought out of his thoughts when you stumbled out of the fresher, still laughing, but trying to stop, and huffing silent giggles under your breath. You collapsed on the bed, and he figured that yes, sleep is exactly what he needed to clear his mind. Sleep always refreshed him, and gave him better focus, but it also helped to wipe away bad or unwanted thoughts from the day before.

"Do you need help to calm down?" he sat on the edge of the bed, awaiting an answer, but the most you could do without chuckling was nod very quickly.

He pressed his hand to your head, trying to ease your signature's hyperactivity with the calmness of his own. It took a few seconds for your head to wrap around the serenity you felt, but soon after he was done, you felt yourself be at ease. You were taking deep and steady breaths now.

Obi-Wan tucked the sheets around you before walking around to the other side and slipping in beside you, adjusting his position until he was comfortable with his back facing you. Normally he wouldn't mind being turned around, gazing at your features or playing with your hair until he dozed off, but tonight he only wanted to try and rid himself of the very inappropriate thoughts he was having a small bit earlier.

He closed his eyes, ready to meditate himself to sleep if he needed to, but a shiver went down his spine upon the hand that came into his own strawberry blonde strands.

"Your hair feels softer than it looks," you admitted, not that there was anything wrong with it, but it was probably several years before he last cut it, and the ends must have been needing a trim for a while.

"How does it look?" he suddenly became very self-conscious about it, even if that was not your intention.

"It looks good, just maybe a bit dead on the ends."

The fact that your opinion of his hair was so important to him was a little shocking. Why did he care so much about what you thought? And why of all things, about his hair?

"I suppose I need to find a new style, then," he was tempted to roll over, to play with the lovely locks of your hair, to tell you how lovely it looked when you walked through a windy area. He decided it was best not to do that, especially when he was still trying to quiet other thoughts he had of you.

"Maybe something you haven't done before," you suggested, ready to list a few things off the top of your head.

"What did you have in mind?"

You hummed in consideration before listing something you'd thought about.

"How about you keep it longer on the top, and shorter on the sides and the back?" your hand did a good job of showing him the areas you described as you spoke. He didn't know exactly what it would look like, nor did he care. He would probably do it just because you thought it would look nice. "I think it would go well with your beard, complement it even."

Now he knew, he was cutting his hair. He wanted to look at himself in the mirror every day and be reminded that you thought he looked good. He never cared for his looks. Knew he had them, sure, but never payed much mind to them.

"I'm sure you're right," he reached he hand up, grabbing yours at the side of his head and bringing it around to kiss your palm. He laid it back where he found it, and you continued to shuffle through the soft strands. "Goodnight, little one."

"Night, Obi."

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Conscience

Pairings: Clone Trooper Veteran (from Kenobi) x f!Reader

Warnings: Tai's struggling with extreme self-hatred, some PTSD, survivor's guilt, etc.

Notes: Just a few more chapters left in the series! (Although knowing me, I might add more.) I'm so thankful to everyone who's stuck around through my absences. Tai's story means so much to me and I'm honored to share it with you all.

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He thinks he's going to be sick. They're on a transport, they're hurtling farther and farther away from Daiyu every second, but Tai can't help the sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. He'd finally found something worth fighting for, someone worth living for, and of course he's gone and screwed it up. He just had to go out with you, had to show you off for all the galaxy to see as if he didn't have the most recognizable face in the entire blasted universe. He had to go out of his way to be a fucking idiot and now where's it gotten him, you?

You're huddled together in the cargo hold of a transport that's seen better days and smelled better ones, too. Everything important the pair of you owns is on your backs and when he finally looks at you, really looks at you where you're burrowed into his side, he sees that you're shivering.

"Hey." His arm moves around your shoulders unconsciously. Instinct. It's the first time he's properly touched you since Cody smuggled the pair of you in here. He's felt too tainted to even try.

"I'm okay," you whisper as your eyes dart up, heavy-lidded and bloodshot. "Just a little cold."

Tai swallows. This is all his fault. He doesn't even know what he's doing right now. You shouldn't be here. You should be back in bed, snuggled under the covers and snoring, and maybe, maybe if you're feeling gracious enough, merciful enough, you might let him curl his arms around you and find shelter in your warmth for the night. As if he fucking deserves that. He doesn't deserve bantha shit. He almost got you killed today.

"You have anything warm in your pack?" he asks, and the voice that comes out of him sounds like a stranger's.

You gesture to the knitted sweater you're currently wearing. "This is all I have." You sound surprisingly chipper, like you're not even bothered by your current predicament, like you're commenting on the weather or- "Hey. You okay?"

The horrible nauseous feeling falters for a moment as Tai realizes you're watching him. He clears his throat, sits up a little straighter, and musters up as much of a smile as he can. "Yeah. I'm alright, s-... I'm alright." He wanted to call you sweetheart, but the word tastes bitter in his mouth. He's tainted it, like he's done to everything else he touches.

"No, you're not."

You've always had this uncanny ability of seeing through him and catching onto the shattered pieces of him he leaves lying around, picking up his trail until it leads you back to him. It was stupid to think you wouldn't pick up on it this time.

"It's fine."

Your entire face drops into a frown. "Tai."

He spots Cody out of the corner of his eye and has to bite his tongue to keep from snapping at you. Not in front of the Commander. Maker, this is the worst he's felt in months, maybe even years. It's one thing to be harassed, he's been harassed by those damn TKs since the Empire came to power, it's nothing new, but it's another thing entirely to be harassed and embarrassed in front of you. Treated like the cannon fodder he's always been and for you to see it. And then for the Commander to have to smuggle him out of there, to realize that Tai's always been a coward in hiding, desperately clawing out a home for himself in the leftovers the galaxy has thrown at him. To see him holed up in a shitty apartment with a civvie. It goes against everything that the GAR trained them to be.

It's just another reminder that he's a failure.

When you press him again, he takes a moment, takes a deep breath before looking you head on. Properly. Finally. "Not now. Please."

There's something in your eyes he can't place. He's seen you scared before, confused, angry, disappointed, but this is different. It's simultaneously all of them and none at the same time. You seem to swallow your own thoughts before speaking again. "I'm here for you. You know that."

He nods. Of course he knows. He's never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.

"Don't shut me out." He bristles a bit when you reach for his hand and he can see how much it hurts you. It's carved into your face in an instant. "Please don't."

The transport shudders around you both and Tai looks to Cody. It's not a conscious thought, but it's burned into his very soul to defer to his commanding officer. Cody grunts as he pushes himself to stand, checking the chrono on his arm and pursing his lips as he thinks.

"Looks like we're arriving a bit early."

"Think it means anything, sir?" He tries not to think about the strange look you fix him with.

Cody huffs. He rests a hand on his blaster. "Guess we'll find out."

Tatooine is a fucking wasteland. You've never heard or known much about it, other than it being under the control of the Hutts and a breeding ground for spice runners and addicts. That and the slavery. But you hadn't been expecting sand.

There's so much of it. Everywhere you look, sand. Yellow and burning hot and rough on your skin. It's already blowing into your eyes within 10 paces of exiting the transport. The heat is even worse. You first caught a glimpse of two suns before Cody lead you out of the docking bay and your view of the sky was cut off. No wonder it's kriffing hot.

Now you're walking the streets, blending in amongst travelers and tradespeople and speeders. You've only ever seen pictures of banthas before. You never realized they were so humongous. And there are less humanoids here than you're used to on Daiyu. Droids, Jawas, and a dozen other species you can't even name are meandering in and out of cantinas, marketplaces, hopping in and out of speeders.

It's a lot. All of this is a lot. Just a few hours ago, you and Tai were out on a date. You were planning on a romantic night in after dinner, maybe even calling off work just to steal an extra few moments with him. Now you're a fugitive. Your face was plastered all over the city before you left. Yours and Tai's.

He's been off all night. Day now, technically. Not that you blame him, of course, because he did get harassed and assaulted by stormtroopers. It doesn't take a genius to figure out that he's upset about it and you wouldn't be surprised if it had triggered some of his trauma from the war. You want to help him, remind him that everything's gonna be okay (even though you're not entirely sure it will be), but he's distant. Shying away from your touch, avoiding your eyes, barely speaking a word to you unless necessary.

Does he blame you?

Your entire body goes cold, double suns be damned. Of course he does. If you hadn't punched that trooper, none of this would have happened.

"In here," Cody gruffs and it snaps you out of your head, "quick."

It's a house of some kind. You've never seen anything quite like it, not on your home planet and certainly not on Daiyu. The roof is domed and the walls are thick, made out of some kind of plaster maybe or brick, but the interior is cool. The house looks empty with hardly any signs of life beyond the barest of furnishings.

Cody's planted himself by the door, one hand on his blaster and the other braced on the wall. He's practically bursting with soldier energy, the kind you've only ever seen glimpses of in Tai. You're seeing a lot more of it now. You see it in the ridge of his shoulders, the light behind his eyes, not quite right, not quite him, the firm set of his jaw. You've never seen him so alert before. You've also never seen him hold a weapon, but the borrowed blaster Cody gave him lends him a certain aura that's hard to figure out.

"I don't think we were followed," Cody says a few minutes later and you finally feel like you can breathe. He untucks the flap of his poncho so that it covers his blaster again, then steps a little further into the house. "We'll stay here tonight, make for Mos Espa tomorrow morning."

Tai nods and moves to the dining table where he shucks off his pack and his coat. His movements are quick and precise. He falls into the role of a soldier easily. He doesn't look at you and he doesn't ask questions.

But you have a lot of questions. You have so many questions that your brain hurts.

"What's in Mos Espa?"

Cody looks at you from under his lashes. He looks so much like Tai that it's uncanny, he even moves with that same soldier gait, but he doesn't look at you like Tai does. You look at him and you see a stranger. "Another spaceport. It's too dangerous to leave from this one, they'll be looking for us there."

"Wait." Your head starts spinning. "We're leaving again?"

He shakes his head. "Not quite. Tatooine's remote, off the grid, the Empire isn't too focused on this place, but on the off chance that they followed us here, it's best to keep moving so they can't find us." His focus shifts to Tai then. They start talking logistics, strategies, transportation and timing, but it's all white noise to you.

You flitter in and out of total awareness as your body begins to move on autopilot. You're sweating, so you take off your sweater. Best to fold it so it doesn't get wrinkled. You're thirsty, so you meander in the direction of the kitchen, start poking around for glasses and a faucet. While you're in here, you might as well see what food there is. You're not hungry at the moment and you're not even sure if you can stomach food right now, but you and the two soldiers in the other room will need something soon to keep up your strength.

Right, the two soldiers. The two strangers you're holed up with. The man you love and the man who wears his face, shares his body and voice. You've always known that Tai's a clone, after all he wears clone armor, he's a clone wars veteran, but it never really occurred to you just what being a clone meant. Now you're faced with the reality of it.

Tai's still Tai, but Cody looks so much like him. If you close your eyes, their voices blend together until you can't tell them apart. They're the same height, tall and broad and a little thick in the middle, but you've always liked that about your weary old veteran. The same dusting of black and gray hair on their arms, probably the same on Cody's chest as it is on Tai's. Cody keeps his face clean shaven, though, doesn't even let a hint of stubble grow in. His hair is longer and is nicely groomed, but you can see some tighter coils poking through the gel. Kind of like Tai's hair before he cut it.

The biggest difference is, ironically enough, their faces. Cody has a massive scar on one side of his face. You wonder how he got it. The only facial scars Tai has are the one on his chin - from a blast during his first battle - and another on his neck where he nicked himself shaving. But they both have the same heaviness in their eyes. You recognize it from late nights soothing trauma-induced nightmares.

"Hey."

You aren't sure which of them is speaking to you at first. You're not sure you like it. But you hum in response and turn to acknowledge him.

"You alright?"

A scruffy goatee and weary eyes. You know this clone. You think you do, you hope you do.

It takes you a minute to respond. Your mind feels far away. "Mm. Yeah, I'm okay."

Tai lifts a brow and it's the most familiar thing you've seen him do in forever. "You look tired, my love."

Something warm curls around your heart, gentle and strong enough to encourage a prickling along your waterline. You didn't realize until now just how much you missed him, how much you missed the two of you. You look up into those big brown eyes, a shade lighter than kaf and a shade darker than the earthen floor of this little house, and you immediately have to look away when yours start watering.

"I am," you mumble.

"Go get some sleep. You've had a long day."

What about you? you want to ask. Won't you come to bed with me? But you know deep in your gut that he won't go with you. He's punishing himself. He's an idiot to think you can't see through him, but you won't push him on it, not in front of Cody, not right now. You're honestly too mentally exhausted to even try.

You still cry when you tuck yourself into the tiny cot at the back of the house. There's a couple doors between you and the men, and you're quiet, so they won't hear you. All you know for sure is that you're more lost than you've ever been and you're terrified you're losing him, too.

"There's not too many of us left now."

Tai runs his palm across his face. "I thought I might be the last one." It hurts to say it out loud, to finally vocalize this fear that's been eating away at him for Maker knows how long.

The Commander makes a face akin to a smile, but there's no humor behind it. "Not yet, you're not. The Empire couldn't get rid of all of us."

No, but they certainly tried. It's an unspoken understanding that hangs in the air for a while. Tai suddenly wishes he had a glass of spotchka. He wishes a lot of things.

"So." Cody shifts forward in his seat so his elbows are resting on his knees, chin in against his hands. "How'd you meet her?"

Dammit. This is the kind of questioning he was really hoping to avoid. There's nothing for Cody to find but shame and disappointment. He could try to lie, of course, and he considers it for a moment, but he's always been shit at lying. A lot of the boys in the 501st were shit liars. Now he's the last of them and he fucking wishes he wasn't.

"It's a long story," he tries.

"We have all night." Cody smiles a bit more genuinely this time, but it drifts soon after when he senses his brother's discomfort. "You don't have to tell me, vod. But she's... she's nice."

You are. And he hangs his head in shame because look at what he's done to you.

"She's the best thing that's ever happened to me." It comes out unbidden, but he doesn't regret saying it. "Took me in when I had nothing." For a moment, he's back on Daiyu, gazing up at you, awed, confused, mortified because you took pity on him, saw him through all the filth and neon-lit spice fog. "I sure paid her back for it, didn't I?" he scoffs.

The wind howls outside, tossing sand against the walls of this new little hovel on another backwater planet, and Cody watches him for a moment in the dimly lit dining room.

"What happened out there, vod?"

Fuck, what didn't happen?

Tai's entire throat constricts when he finally finds the words. "I failed. I failed her, Commander, just like I failed our vode, like I failed Rex." He squeezes his eyes shut against the tears that are suddenly threatening to wash him away. He can't quite breathe. His fist smacks hard into his thigh as he twists his face away. "And now I've put her in danger. We were supposed to protect civilians, we were supposed to protect the Republic, and I can't do either."

Good soldiers follow orders. He jolts out of his chair, shaking. When will it stop, that voice in his head? When will it stop haunting him? Master Skywalker. No. There are too many of them. When will he be free of the nightmares? What are we going to do? And the padawan still falls at Skywalker's hands, and Tai is still covered in blood, and he's still a failure.

He starts when Cody rests a hand on his shoulder. He wants to fight it, he wants to hit something, he wants to scream and cry and beg for death because he knows he deserves nothing less. He betrayed the Jedi and to this day he still doesn't know why. He put you in danger, almost let those TKs get their hands on you, almost let you get shot, and still you gave up everything for him.

Cody holds him and Tai cries, and nothing is right anymore.

"We all have to live with the choices we made, the things we did during the war, and after it. But we were good men. We still are."

A question starts to burn in the back of his esophagus, bitter and painful as bile. "Did you kill them, too?"

The silence he's met with solidifies a lot of things for him - he's not alone in his shame or his grief, if the great Commander Cody fell to the nightmares and the whispers, then perhaps there was never any hope for a trooper like him, he has to let you go. That one stings the most because he's only just found you. He's never known love like this in all his life, never fathomed a kindness like yours before. You gave him hope when there was nothing left to hope for. He knows it's the right thing to do, though. You'll never be safe with him around.

Killer. Murderer.

There's something inside him that isn't quite right. It came out last night when the TKs rounded on you, cornered you, promised to show you a 'good time'. He saw red, felt his blood boil, felt the entire universe melt away until it was just his fist and the back of that trooper's head and he was going to smash it in for even daring to look your way, to try and scare you into submission. It was there that night you saw his nightmares for the first time, when he swore you were drenched in Jedi blood and he wanted to crush your head in his hands just to prove how utterly unlovable he was.

"Can you get her somewhere safe?"

Cody blinks at him. A sliver of eternity passes before he seems to understand. "Vod..."

"I can't stay with her." Memories start flashing across his mind's eye, unbidden and beautiful - the first time he called you sweetheart, he thinks it was the night he told you about his job, the night out at that bar and the kiss it wrought the next day, the first time he told you he loved you, the first time he touched you, the mug you bought him for late night teas and early morning kafs. "She deserves better, better than an old man like me can give her."

"Does she know that?"

Tai actually laughs. "She'd slap me for saying it. But it's true. I'll only get her killed in the end."

"Maybe," Cody muses. "Maybe you're not thinking clearly." He doesn't seem bothered by the flashing in his brother's eyes when they round on him. "Not all of us were as lucky as you, vod. Not all of us found someone willing to walk through the fire with us."

The wind howls again in the moments between Cody's wisdom and Tai's panic.

"For our brothers who lost the fight, the brothers that never found what you did." A hand rests over Tai's heart. "Don't push her away."

It's funny, really, how the littlest, simplest thing can change one's mind, how a single object can be the difference between one destiny and another.

He shucks your pack and his over his shoulders and shuffles as quietly as he can into the back room. You're snoring and sleeping pretty heavily by the sound of it, so you hopefully wont be disturbed when he slides in beside you.

He's still undecided about you, although Cody's advice is rattling around in his brain. He'll have to decide before you wake up. But then your pack tips over as he's taking off his boots and something goes clank inside. He frowns, leans down to pick it up, and just misses catching the metallic object half-wrapped in one of your blouses before it smacks on the floor.

Your breathing hitches, Tai swears his heart almost stops, and then you settle back into a steady rhythm. He unwraps the blouse. And there's his mug, the one you saw in a street vendor's shop. It's plain metal, all shiny and silver, but it's shaped vaguely like a lothcat. The handle has a pattern etched into it reminiscent of the ones many tookas sport on their tails.

"It reminded me of you," you'd explained. "Because a lothcat always seemed to have my tongue when we first started talking." Then you'd pecked him on the cheek and bowed your head all flustered and shy.

He's a fool. A damn fool. And he's still got one boot on when he twists and throws his arm over you, drags you into him so he can bury his face in your neck. You wake up fully this time and start squirming under him.

"Wha...? Mnh, Tai?" Your voice is drowsy and rough.

"I love you," he grunts against your skin. He's absolutely crying now. "I love you, sweetheart." He can't keep his hands off you, can't stop kissing every inch of you that he can reach. He has to commit you to memory so that the next time he gets an idiotic idea in his head, he can conjure up this moment and smack the stupid out of himself. "My sweet, wonderful, beautiful girl." Each word is punctuated with a wet kiss.

You have no clue what's going on and you're probably more asleep than awake, but he doesn't care. He'll shower you in love again the moment you wake up. He's never letting you out of his sight again, never letting himself doubt you, never getting stuck inside his own head ever again.

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#clone trooper x reader #clone trooper veteran x reader #clone trooper tai x reader #clone veteran x reader #keobi clone trooper #clone veteran #clone trooper tai #star wars #i struggled a bit with cody's characterization bc i don't write for him so i hope he came out in character #anyways uhhhhh i think i wrote this in like 4 hours? i just. could not stop thinking about them and this chapter #i know i said there would only be a few more chapters but honestly i don't know if i can say goodbye to them in like 3 chapters #this might end up being a legit full-on series #i have more plans for them so stay tuned!!

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