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kalevalakryze · 6 months

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Just Call (I'll Be There)

Relationships: Shin Hati/Sabine Wren Characters: Shin Hati, Sabine Wren, Sabine Wren's Howler, Murley The Loth-Cat Tags: Fluff, Loneliness, Accidental Cuddling, Fluff Without Plot, Maybe Plot, I Don't Know, Self-Indulgent, Modern Universe Notes: This idea hit me while I was driving a few days ago. I'm still working on getting out of my writers block, and preparing for galaxycon in five days (stares in so much sabine armor to print and sand and paint still)anyways, I really needed some of the softer side of wolfwren, so this is really just self indulgent fluff Word Count: 3,517 AO3 Link: Here!

The motor mounts rocked and clanked as the key was turned in the ignition. The hundredth try to get the car started and find some semblance of heat in this damned cold was met with yet another failure.

She should have listened every time Baylan had told her to take her car in to get the timing chain replaced, but she’d been so… well… none of that mattered much anymore, did it? Three in the morning and stranded on some backroad, colder than the tundras she’d grown up playing in, with half a bar of cell service, and her phone’s rapidly depleting battery.

“Trakhny mene,” The woman groaned, breath fogging into the freezing air as the keys were yanked from the ignition and tossed fruitlessly aside into the scattered remains of her backpack, poured over the seat in her haste for the hot hands pack that was currently on its last leg stuffed in her left glove.

She couldn’t put it off any longer, lest she wanted to become a frozen corpse for someone to see on their trip when the sun finally crested the rolling hills. Pulling her glove off with her teeth, Shin was at last faced with the dim glow of her phone screen, and the sinking realization of her short contacts list.

Marrok, Baylan, Morgan, Thrawn; After what happened, there was no way she could call any of them… Enoch was a maybe, but they already knew that would spiral into something uncontrollable that would bite her in the ass worse than frostbite. Tano… was an option, but not one she wanted to admit defeat to.

The group she started to hang around with! She didn’t have all of their numbers, but she had Rorik’s, and he’d mentioned something about being awake at ungodly hours too- The line rang, though with each unanswered trill, Shin felt the cold seep deeper into her bones until the voicemail prompt screeched through the speakers.

Yanking her phone away from the horrifically loud monotone of ‘voicemail full’, Shin’s head slumped back in her seat, letting her eyes close as the traitorous feeling of tears and a runny nose picked at the numbed skin on her face. “Don’t you dare,” She whispered more to herself than anything else in the vehicle... Certainly not anyone on the other line, since there was no one.

The cold rattled deep in their chest, but the shaking in their fingers had begun to subside, and while she knew that was a bad sign, she was too thankful for the unobstructed scrolling to care.

She passed a contact once, twice… Traitorous, blurry eyes glanced towards the name, and the plethora of ‘hate’ emojis smashed into the contact name. Wren… She wouldn’t expect this as an offer of a new leaf for them, and wouldn’t make her decide on who or what she wanted to be… if she even picked up. Their rivalry had its moments of calm near friendship, but coming out and asking for it? Asking for help? It was mortifying for the young woman.

A tremble of cold brought the shiver back, thumb bumping the contact as her hands were reignited with the icy heat of feeling once more. Before they knew it, the line was ringing and… Kriff, it wasn’t like Sabine would actually pick up, letting it ring wouldn’t hurt; she’d have more time to consider calling Baylan, or Thrawn, or-

“Nnng, Hello?” Sabine’s voice was thick with sleep, Shin could hear the springs of the mattress creaking under the Mandalorian’s body weight as she sat up. “Shin?” Confusion underlay the fog of sleep, tinged with the pleasantness that only came from a nice sleep, one that Shin had surely interrupted.

Shame and discomfiture had their throat swelling, certainly it was her abject horror at receiving an answer that kept her voice stuck in their throat, rather than the ache of cold and loneliness that had swelled with the sharp wetness that had been building in her eyes since the timing chain had snapped. The silence continued with only the slow click from Shin’s blinking hazard lights filtering through the speakers.

“Are you okay…?” Sabine finally questions, sounding more awake than she had when she’d answered. Part of Shin wanted to find joy in ruining the Mandalorian’s sleep. The other part just wanted the hypothermia to kick in already so she wouldn’t have to remember any of this.

“Shin…? I can hear your… is that your hazards? Did your car shit out?”

The call clicked as quickly as Shin’s frozen fingers could smash against the screen, stuffed back into her glove just as quickly to find some sort of solace. Her heart thudded heavily in her aching chest, and the phone, warm from use, was finally dropped into her lap uselessly as she turned her gaze to the frosted-over windows.

Fat snowflakes drifted to the earth slowly, performing a slow dance for only Shin to see. It wouldn’t be a horrible way to die, really. If she died here, no one would be able to taunt them or use this against her, or-

The vibration from her phone startled them, causing them to jump in the seat, knees banging against the steering wheel and head slamming into the ceiling of the car hard to send the device tumbling to the ground. There was a mad scramble against the floor of the car, eventually finding the phone tucked up under a lip of the mat, offering Sabine’s contact flashing on the screen, and a smear of dirt streaking across the screen.

“Hey, where are you?” The woman was moving, clearly, with the jangle of keys and the sound of rustling fabric. “No, Tota, you can’t come. Go lay down with Murley,” She could hear the woman chide, along with a muffled whining from the beast on the other end.

Still, Shin was silent, even as she listened to the door slam and the keys in the lock as they transferred through Sabine’s speaker. “Please don’t make me do all the hacker shit to find you, come on,” The Mandalorian groaned into the phone, frustrated already with Shin’s shadowy antics.

“The Biox detour,” Shin answered at last in a shaking voice. The craggy whisper must have been enough for the woman to go on, because once the door of the jeep slammed shut, the line was filled with the mechanical sounds of typing.

“What’s your closest mile marker?”

“Three two seven,” Shin’s forehead slumped into the window. She was just so cold; embarrassment gave way in short order.

“Can you stay on the phone with me?”

A cautionary glance at her phone had the woman contemplating. Thirty percent… they might be able to cut it. “Maybe,” She answered truthfully, already turning her screen brightness all the way down to preserve what power she could.

“Just stick with me, should be… fifteen minutes?”

This gave Shin pause; Sabine lived almost thirty miles from the back road, she knew, because the route was only taken in emergencies to avoid proximity to the woman. Before she could ask for clarification, the sound of a radio turning on drowned out any further thought.

At some point, the quiet calm of Sabine’s radio, and the soft way the woman had sung along to the music had lulled the blonde into something like sleep. She didn’t notice the headlights that flashed in her rearview, or Sabine’s careful questions to try and figure out if it was in fact, Shin that she’d pulled up behind. They didn’t have the energy to tune back into the word until knuckles rapped at her icily obscured window.

“Shin?” Sabine called, watching the figureless shape move in the car as the woman picked herself off the window, cold hands fumbling at the door handle to force it open. Sabine helped open the door the rest of the way, wincing at the uncomfortable screech as the meta swung open. “Jeesh, you’re a sight for sore eyes-”

Their cheeks and nose were red, hands tucked painfully under their armpits, lanky frame tucked into the coat that was meant to protect them from the weather, with exhaustion and too much else to unpack swirling in grey eyes. Sabine took one look at them, and the dying amber lights flashing had the woman shaking her head and cursing, reaching to grab at Shin’s arm with a surprising gentleness.

Shin was led to the passenger side of the purple jeep, Sabine kept them on the inside, even though no cars dared to pass through the treacherous turns this late at night. Something about chivalry, or another thing they were too frozen to bother remembering.

Inside of the passenger seat, blankets waited, tucked to the side closest to the center console to give her room to clamber inside to the safe warmth offered by blasting heaters and the rumble of the idling engine. In a stroke of kindness that Shin was too preoccupied to consider, Sabine helped them into the vehicle and even carefully wound warm blankets around their hands. “I’m gonna go check out your car and see what I can do. Do you need anything from it?”

“My bag is on the seat still,” Their first breath not full of arctic breeze was met with the warm citrus smell of Sabine, the blankets were comfortable, and Sabine was reaching across them to pull the buckle across and click it into place around them. The door was shut gently, but by then, the blonde was already sinking into the calm embrace of sleep once again, nose twitching as the heat finally seeped into her skin to begin thawing her out.

There was some rustling as the back door was opened and her bag was thrown in, and the sounds of Sabine trying to start her car, but it was all in the back of her mind as the muddled haze of rest slowed the world down around her.

“Shin?” Their eyes blinked open slowly. Only one overhead light was clicked on, Sabine was hovering her fingers in front of the heater closest to her. “You with me?” There was a droopy, lopsided smirk on the purple-haired woman’s face as she tugged her seatbelt across her chest and shut off her light.

“Shcho?” They asked dumbly, blinking sleep from her eyes as Sabine pulled away from the shoulder, reaching over to fix the blankets around their hands, warm fingers brushed against cold knuckles, bringing a shiver to their spine. At least they still had feeling in her hands.

“Nothing, babe.” There was warm laughter in Sabine’s voice as the woman’s head drooped into the armrest, the radio clicking as the music started back up, nice and low that they could catch the gentle hum as Sabine went along to the melody. The drive took longer, this time, no longer needing to hurry, and with the just-woken-up adrenaline freshly faded at last, Sabine was keener to following the laws of the road than she had been the first time.

Every now and then, the warm amber glow from streetlights would cut through the darkness. She could hear Wren talking quietly on her phone at some point, offering directions to where her car had gone down at and whatever she’d figured out was wrong with it, reaching over occasionally to adjust the blanket around Shin’s ever-present tremble.

They seemed to fine-tune back into consciousness in the last few turns before reaching Sabine’s parking garage. Forcing her eyes open, Shin let out a quiet groan as she sat up properly, untangling her hands from the blankets to rub at her eyes. As Sabine scanned into the garage, Shin pulled off their gloves to make sure their fingers were still in working order. Balling their hands up into a fist experimentally, and fisting into the soft material of the blankets in their lap, they were relieved to find that each digit was in working order.

“How long were you out there?” Sabine finally broached as they moved through the different levels, glancing away from the silent garage around them to peer at her sometimes-enemy, golden eyes full of more worry than Shin wanted to think about.

“What time is it now?” They peered groggily at the green display on the radio as their weight shifted into the chair. 0429 blinked in the corner of the screen and Shin huffed. “I went down at two.”

“What the fuck?” Sabine’s brows furrowed, nose crinkling cutely as her head whipped around to stare at them. “Why did you wait so long to call?” Shin turned away entirely now, staring at the different cars as they passed to the middle level, where Sabine finally backed into a spot. “Okay-” A deep breath from the Mandalorian as the car was put into park. “Fine, it took you a minute,” She brushed a hand through the scraggly purple strands of hair on her head, still mussed from when she’d been woken up.

Silence hung thick between them once more as the car idled. “Thank you,” Both women started at once. Sabine stopped with an easy smile, considering Shin looked as if thanking her may have been equal to admitting guilt.

“I’m not saying it again, you osel.” The blankets were moved until Shin could stuff them up by their face and look pointedly out the window, even though there wasn’t much to look at other than the dark tint that greeted her from the neighboring car.

“Yeah, alright, alright. That’s fair.” Sabine reached over the console to unbuckle Shin’s seatbelt for her, ignoring the intensity of the glare on her as she began gathering her phone and keys. “Thank you for calling me,” The death glare dropped with the unmasked look of confusion, whole and near heart stopping as silver eyes went wide.

“Sccho?”

“Like,” Sabine huffed, now it was her turn to look away as a dark blush rose to her cheeks. The fraying material of her steering wheel cover suddenly became much more interesting. “I’m glad you called me instead of…” Sabine let her words trail off. The business with Thrawn was no secret, and if anyone knew what it was like to avoid ‘crawling back’ to family, it was Sabine Wren. “So.. you know… Thanks,”

Shin huffed, regaining her composure and forcing the mask back in place. The last thing she wanted to talk about was her Father’s eclectic philosophies that had led to his abandonment, or the people he’d allowed into his life that had only egged on these decrepit ideas. She would rather face Sabine Wren and her pitiful understanding sympathy than be dragged into the cult that Baylan had found himself in the middle of. “Whatever…”

“Yeah… come on, let’s get inside.” Sabine slipped from the car, and while Shin was trying to untangle herself from the blankets, the Mandalorian had jogged around to the other side of the vehicle to open Shin’s door. Doting on Shin, the older woman tucked the blankets tight around their shoulders, even as their hands tried to weakly bat her off. “Here, lemme grab your bag-” The door was shut as Shin moved to the hood of the car so Sabine could get in the backseat and grab the backpack, now semi-neatly tucked back together, with only a few of her research papers poking past hastily closed zippers. “I tried to grab everything I saw up front,” She explained sheepishly as the bag was tossed over her shoulder and she began leading the way into the building.

Huffing, Shin pulled the blanket further around themselves to fight off the chill from the garage, ducking under Sabine’s arm as she held open the glass door connecting the complex to the garage level. “Thank you,” They grumbled, eyes rolling at the resounding beam of a smile shot her way as the other woman followed them inside. Shin already knew the way to the apartment number, spotting the six hastily scribbled into the wood next to the metal nine bolted into the door, something Sabine had joked about the first time she’d brought Shin to her place.

Tota and Murley were both waiting for them in the living room. While Tota had been very excited to see Shin, Murley only seemed to grow more pissed off as Sabine ushered Shin inside and shut the door.

“Yes, I know, we were gone for so long, but I brought your best friend!” Sabine cooed to Tota as he crowded them. Shin shucked off her shoes at the front door, brushing past Sabine’s side to garner the Howler’s attention so the Mandalorian could do the same.

“My best friend is a rat-dog?” Shin questioned monotone as he tried to jump on her and lick her face. “Original,”

“Oh you love him, shut up,”

Shin moved to the couch, making sure to steer clear of the hissing Loth-cat as she dropped onto a cushion to begin unwinding herself from the many layers.

The studio was small. From her spot on the couch, Shin could see the corner by the large paned window full of canvases and the paint splattered easel. A tarp sat under everything, but it hadn’t done much to stop the flecks of paint that had stained the hardwood around it, or the glass closest to the easel. The bed, still messy from Sabine jumping up to save them, was stuffed against the far wall, just a few feet from the edge of the couch, a perfect distance for Murley to jump to when he realized their guest had no intentions of leaving the couch. And the kitchen was tucked into the corner at Shin’s back, with the only other closed off room being the bathroom crammed into the corner by the front door.

There was clattering in the kitchen as Sabine worked through different cabinets and prepared a pot to warm everything she’d need for hot chocolate, and the microwave was soon humming radioactively. “Bo-Katan brought over some leftover Pog soup,” She explained when the aromatic smells began to fill the apartment. “Number one way to warm up when your stubbornness keeps you on the side of the road for two hours,”

“Zatknysya,” The blonde had finally managed to unwind herself from the blankets and her coat, though she was quick to tuck back into a warm blanket when cool air touched bare skin. She never wanted to be cold ever again.

“I know you’re chilly-” She could already tell that Sabine was about to say something asinine from the lilt in her voice as the microwave door was opened. “But at least we have bowls!” The woman came around the edge of the couch, balancing two plastic bowls in one hand, and two ceramic mugs in the other. One of which specifically had paint water, do not drink etched into the purple coating. “Okay, grab one before I drop these and die,”

Biting her tongue to stop her lips from betraying her in a smile of her own, Shin reached up to grab a bowl, balancing it in her lap as she reached to grab the dark green mug from waiting hands. “Thanks,” Sabine flopped into the seat beside them, groaning when Tota jumped up to crowd the last cushion and push into her personal space. “No, none for you. The last time I gave you anything, you vomited in my shoe,” She scolded. Tota’s ears moved to lay flat against his head as he gave the woman his best sad eyes. “Nuh uh,” Sabine pointedly looked away from him to focus on her own bowl. “You’ll live, no upset stomachs for you today,”

Shaking their head, Shin tucked thankfully into the warm meal. The shivering had stopped by the time she finished the soup, and she could finally say that she no longer felt like a popsicle. At some point, they’d started to sag into Sabine’s side, ignoring the noise from the other woman’s phone as she scrolled through mindless videos. They didn’t even notice the bowl or mug being taken from weakening hands, only curling into the warm body at their side.

It was getting harder to convine themselves that there wasn’t an air of home with Sabine Wren. And even harder, when the Mandalorian’s arm wrapped around her shoulders and allowed their head to tuck into her neck, that there may be something more than their hesitant relationship may have previously let on.

Sleep had found Shin in the early hours of the morning, with Tota’s body stretching across Sabine’s lap to rest his head on Shin’s thigh, with Murley climbing to the back of the couch to press a clawed mitten into the thi material of their shirt, and with the warm press of soft lips against her forehead as the sun had begun to kiss the small apartment with its warm glow.

If Sabine’s contact had somehow made it to the top of the list and was starred as an emergency contact, neither woman said anything, and Shin didn’t bother to change it. After all… Sabine kept her word; she’d always come for her.

#wolfwren #shinbine #shin hati #sabine wren #star wars #murley #howler #fanfiction #fluff #self indulgent

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jerryb2 · 2 years

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Here we have what I’ve taken to calling the (Minor) Jedi Council Collection. From left to right:

Depa Billaba, Shaak Ti/Adi Gallia, Kit Fisto & Ki-Adi-Mundi

In years past, I wasn’t too hot on the Prequel hilts that used bar graph displays. Initially, I kind of wrote them off as extraneous, but after working with them a bit, I think I’ve finally come around. While not strictly necessary, it adds an extra bit of sci-fi-ness to the saber, and it makes me wish more Jedi incorporated them into their sabers.

Having all four of these on-hand, I was reminded of this wonderful piece of art, associated with the OG Republic comics:

In fact, recently I’ve been reading some of the aforementioned Republic comics that initially I missed out on in years past. *gasp* Yeah, I know, I’m a fake fan & I hate Star Wars - c’mon, give me a break, I was five-years-old at the time.

For those of you who don’t know, the Republic comics began publication in late 1998, roughly six months before The Phantom Menace dropped in theaters. It would go on to be one of the longest running publications in the history of the franchise, ultimately ending with the final issue of the Dark Times spin-off in 2014.

In the early months of the series, it chronicled the adventures of everybody’s least favorite Ceran, Ki-Adi-Mundi, and was actually the official introduction of the character. The series would go on to chronicle the exploits of many members of the Jedi High Council, including Adi Gallia, Saesee Tiin, Eeth Koth, Even Piell, Yarael Poof, Plo Koon, Mace Windu, Depa Billaba, Yaddle and Oppo Rancisis, among others.

This brief window of time in the history of Star Wars publishing is honestly one of my favorites, if only because of how sloppy and disorganized everything is. Comic book writers like Randy Strandley, Jan Strnad, Tim Truman & (the best one) John Ostrander were just throwing everything at the wall and hoping that something would stick. These writers were essentially operating one main directive; be true to the characterization of the Jedi in the Original Trilogy. That’s it. Everything else - the world building, lore, events & setting - were all secondary.

This of course applies equally to something like the Tales of the Jedi comics, which were published years earlier, as well as many of the novels more contemporary to the Republic comics, particularly The Hand of Thrawn Duology & I, Jedi. This practice, coupled with the revolving door of writers, made for a very eclectic (if sometimes a bit underwhelming) Expanded Universe.

In stark contrast, when you turn a more critical eye toward Disney Star Wars, everything is just so bland. If, for example, you look back on the Tales of the Jedi, that series is straight-up bonkers. From Ulic Qel-Droma and the Beast Riders of Onderon (yes, that’s what it’s actually called) to the mutated Massassi trying to sacrifice Exar Kun to a giant Sith Worm (their exact words) on Yavin IV - by the standards of modern SW, the Tales comics are set in an entirely different universe.

Some people may like the uniformity of the Disney Canon, and deride the EU of years past for perpetually not keeping its story straight - but not me. Because while the EU was a mess of conflicting stories, contrived character arcs & wildly varied writing styles - it was always about something. It was about something bigger and more important than the individual characters. It was about Good triumphing over Evil. It was about growing to accept your destiny, even if it ran counter to what you might want. Star Wars was fun.

Now let me ask you - what the kriff is Disney Star Wars about???

#star wars #lightsabers #depa billaba #shaak ti #adi gallia #kit fisto #ki adi mundi #jedi #jedi high council #bargraphs #tech #negativity #fuck disney #eat shit disney #you frauds #eu #eu forever

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mysticalgalaxysalad · 3 years

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Ship: Grand Admiral Thrawn x fem!reader

Fandom: Star Wars: Rebels

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, dirty talk, soft!Thrawn (because i said so), aftercare, porn without plot, blindfolding

„Well, well, well, now what do we have here?“

Thrawn purred into your ear, his voice deep and smooth. You felt goosebumps rising on your skin, and new wave of arousal dripping out of you.

You were naked and blindfolded with dark blue silky cloth, spread on Admiral’s bed, wrists tied up above your head. Grand Admiral Thrawn laid beside you and slightly touched your soft tummy.

„You know, you look so pretty like this, spread out for me, all soft, pretty girl,“ with every word, Thrawn kissed and nipped at your neck, marking you as his. His big hands softly caressed a pillowy flesh of your breasts, nipples stiffening quickly under his long slim fingers. You couldn’t help quietly moaning and arching your back into his touch. Grand Admiral smiled at your reaction.

„Yeah, so pretty. And only for me,“ Thrawn’s velvety voice flowed around you and you gasped. „So tell me, my pretty princess, whom your little pussy belongs to? Who gets to fuck this tight little cunt and suck those beautiful tits? Hm?“ Thrawn moved big palm from your tits to your hips. He circled your inner thighs.

You don’t know, how are you able to do it, but you answer him, your voice shaking. „O-only you, Grand A-admiral, I’m – ahh – only yours, forever.“ His red eyes, darken with lust and arousal, sparkle. „That’s right, my sweet, smart dove. Good girl. So good for me. And all beautiful, good girls like you get rewarded.“ He moved his hand slowly to your dripping, pulsing core. At this point you were so worked up, you felt you could cum just from hearing your Admiral’s voice.

Admiral groaned, when he felt your wetness dripping on his fingers. „Kriff, you’re soaked, little one,“ and he slowly entered you with two of his fingers. You moaned loudly, but you couldn’t give a damn kriff. Your body was burning with arousal and you already felt so on edge, that you started to ramble, and you even didn’t know what you were saying. Everything was…breathtaking. Every flick of his thumb over your clit, every thrust of his fingers…

„Grand Ad-admiral, ahh, ahh, gods, p-please, mhmm…“ You were a trembling and moaning mess and Thrawn was enjoying the sight of you.

„Shh, beautiful, I’ve got you,“ he added third finger and quickened the pace. „T-Thraawn, I’m g-gonna – aahh, ahh-“

„Yes, my precious, smart girl, let go, let my fingers drown in your sweet release, the sweetest juice I had ever had...“ Thrawn’s filthy words was the legendary last drop for you to cum. And, oh dear Maker, did you cum.

Your body shook and arched, as you did as Thrawn asked of you. Pure pleasure flowed through your veins as a hot molten lava, as your cum drenched Thrawn’s hand, your thighs and the sheets beneath you. Your eyes rolled into your head and you let out a very sinful long and loud moan. In your post-orgasmic bliss you didn’t realize, that Grand Admiral Thrawn hadn’t slowed down thrusting his fingers into your pussy, untill you felt heat and tension pooling between your legs again.

„Give me one more, beautiful angel, one more,“ Admiral’s voice sounded slightly choked. Little did you know, that your pretty Admiral boyfriend was painfully hard, hot and throbbing in his pants.

And you couldn’t deny him anything. Not when he looked at you with such uncontrolled passion and lust in his beautiful dark red eyes. Also, it felt just so incredibly good, what he was doing to you…

„T-Thrawn, aahhh,“ with a sharp cry, you came once more, clenching tightly around his fingers. It wasn’t as intense as your first orgasm, but it was enough for Thrawn to come in his pants with a feral growl of your name.

Right after you came down from your high, Thrawn untied your wrists. He massaged them and kissed. Then he removed also your blindfold. „You did so great for me, my smart angel,“ Thrawn cupped your cheek and kissed you so softly that it brought tears to your shiny eyes. „Thank you, my love,“ you smiled at him.

Thrawn then picked you up in bridal style and brought you into the bathroom. You both took a warm shower, Thrawn peppering you with soft kisses and holding you all the time. When you came back, he quickly changed wet sheets and gave you a cup of water to drink. Meanwhile, Grand Admiral laid down on the bed and happily sighed. You joined him few seconds later and he immediately cuddled you to him.

„You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,“ Thrawn whispered, as he kissed your forehead. You blushed and yawned. Two very awesome orgasms tired you. After you closed your eyes and fell into an empire of dreams, you didn’t hear Grand Admiral saying „I love you so much, precious girl,“ before he fell asleep as well.

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legobiwan · 4 years

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For prompts: Thrawn and Obi-Wan, did they or didn’t they. Do your worst and most subvert-y! 8D

Okay, so I think I managed to both vert and subvert in this one. I am not at all sure what I’ve just done here. This is partial!crack and partial....something else altogether???? I’ll let you all be the judge.

FYI, I am not 100% comfortable writing Thrawn but I’m giving it my best effort :D

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Anakin stared at the Chiss, disbelieving.

“There’s no way you could have known all of those things...just by reading faces.” Or what was left of faces, at least. Oenti and the rest of his thugs were dead, by Anakin’s own hand.

The Jedi grimaced. No, he wasn’t going to feel bad about taking out those good-for-nothing kark’a’shuts. They got what they deserved. And besides, unlike Obi-wan, Thrawn didn’t seem to care one way or another about the collateral damage Anakin caused, as long as it was logical and didn’t interfere with Thrawn’s own mysterious plans.

Thrawn regarded Anakin with those impenetrable red eyes. “On the contrary, General Skywalker,” his voice was cool and unbothered. “There is much to learn from the study of microexpressions, of gestures. Even subtle shifts in vocal timbre. Take Oenti here,” the Chiss gestured at the fallen man at, lightsaber wound still smoking through his gut. “The placement of his feet.”

His feet? Anakin rubbed at his forehead, taking in the scuffed, blaster-marked boots of the dead man.

“What about them?” Anakin asked.

“If one takes into account the angle of impalement,” Thrawn continued, either not noticing, or more likely, ignoring the very obvious way Anakin’s face creased at the word impalement. Not the Jedi way, Obi-wan’s cultured voice, somehow melding with Thrawn’s own soothing baritone, echoed in his mind.

Vocal timbre, a bantha’s ass, Anakin scoffed to himself.

“Then we can conclude that Oenti’s feet were directed towards his associate, perhaps in silent order or even expectation.” Thrawn quirked his head. “Most likely in anticipation of a round blaster fire that did not materialize. I do not believe these men had fully...anticipated the damage profile of your unique weapon.”

“And you sense all this?” Anakin asked.

Thrawn furrowed his brows in confusion. “Sense? No, the Chiss do not sense - at least, not in the way your Jedi Knights might. We observe details, details which may be invisible to your...less capable humanoid senses.”

Anakin crossed his arms, stifling the urge to argue. Whatever, he huffed inwardly. He had the Force, he could sense - and observe - enough. And what he saw was that Thrawn was a condescending pain in the ass, a lot like -

A lot like someone else Anakin knew. Still, he needed Thrawn to find Padmé and until then, he’d just have to put up with the Chiss’s idiosyncrasies as best he could.

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“Would you prefer a practical demonstration?” Thrawn flitted his eyes between Anakin and Padmé, expression still unreadable, but somehow laced with a certain bemused danger. Behind the Chiss, Padmé was narrowing her gaze in Anakin’s direction, giving a subtle shake of her head.

That look, Anakin swallowed over a lump in his throat, he knew to be dangerous.

“No!” Anakin protested, holding up both palms. “I mean...not - “ Oh kriff. It was one thing for the hyper-observant Chiss to use his skills against the enemy, but Anakin couldn’t have Thrawn turning that expertise on him.

On him and Padmé. Not when they had worked so hard to keep their relationship a secret, even from the Jedi.

Why had he brought this up again? Thrawn, despite everything, had been a solid ally, had helped Anakin get to Mokivj, had reunited him with Padmé. And now they were about to take down a massive Separatist plot, probably foil months, even years of planning by Count Dooku.

But at his heart, Anakin was a tinkerer, a mechanic. He wanted to know how things worked, wanted to know why Thrawn - who had no Force sensitivity whatsoever - could outclass him in almost every area of observation and deduction.

Anakin fumbled in the pockets on his tunic, his left hand closing around a small holodisc. An idea bloomed in the back of his mind, a way of both getting the information he wanted from Thrawn and maybe a bit more...

“Here,” Anakin held out the disc, pressing the activation button. A holo of Obi-wan and Cody, deep in conversation, illuminated the dark anteroom.

“Anakin!” Padmé hissed. “You can’t show classified Republic communications to a stranger - “

“Relax, Padmé,” Anakin interrupted, waving a hand. “I cut the audio since Thrawn over here is so good at reading microexpressions.” Padmé had a point. The conversation between Cody and Obi-wan wasn’t meant for public consumption, wasn’t even meant for Anakin to hear. If the holojournalist who had snuck the recorder into the Senate building had forgotten to turn on the audio - well, that’s wasn’t Anakin’s fault.

Anyway, he knew what the conversation was about, more or less. Some kind of secret mission on Utapau, all very hush-hush. All Anakin wanted to know was if they did or didn’t agree to the Council’s terms of said mission, which Anakin had no doubt would involve some kind of subterfuge considering Obi-wan hadn’t been kind enough to loop him in on the proceedings.

Anakin grit his teeth, the Force momentarily surging around him. He would never let himself go through another Rako Hardeen incident, never let the Council abandon another Padawan -

“And what, General Skywalker,” Thrawn cut into his thoughts, cocking an eyebrow. “Would you like me to do with this information?”

Right. “A practical observation,” Anakin forced some cheerfulness through his suddenly dour mood. “Like you said. Study these two and just tell me if they will or won’t.”

“Will or won’t,” Thrawn seemed to chew on the words. “In reference to what?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Anakin gave an impatient gesture, not wanting to reveal any more than he should. Truth was, he playing fast and loose with Republic intelligence, doing so in front of a Senator. That the Senator in question was his wife and would never actually turn him in for what he was doing didn’t completely settle the nagging hook of guilt deep in his gut.

Thrawn considered the two men in the holoimage for a moment. “I take it,” he began deliberately, “you already know the outcome of this conversation? Or is this to be considered...” Thrawn searched for the right word in Meese Caulf, “sen’depen?”

“No, no freelance work for the Republic,” Anakin partially lied. It wasn’t for the Republic, it was for him. For protection - his and Padmé’s. “So, are you up for it?”

A look of pure bewilderment crossed Thrawn’s features. Anakin let out a half-laugh, having forgotten how literal Thrawn tended to be. For all of his observation skills, for all of his tactical mastery, the Chiss sometimes seemed at a loss when confronted with more idiomatic phrases, even in a language he was supposedly fluent in.

“Up for it?” he echoed, punctuating each word.

“Will you do it?” Anakin rephrased, avoiding his wife’s icy glare from across the room.

Thrawn gave one of those irritating partial smiles. “There is no need to ask, General Skywalker,” he said cordially, “as it’s already been done. Take, if you will, the auburn-haired man’s slight flush, growing from the bottom of his neck. The slight pixelation over the dark-haired man’s carotid artery, indicating some sort of visual disruption - “ Thrawn turned to Anakin. “An elevated pulse.”

“In addition,” the Chiss pointed at both men’s feet, “as we saw with Oenti in the Black Spire, the placement and direction of feet give us another visual clue. In this case, both men’s feet are nearly linear, toes angled at the other’s, in direct conflict with their avoidant gazes. It is my conclusion, then, that this is not a matter of will or won’t, as you so worry, but an internal matter, best left to the regulations of the Republic army, of which I am unfamiliar.”

What? “Regulations?” Anakin chirped. Had he missed something? The supposed secret on Utapau was - as far as Anakin knew - being conducted with the approval of the Council. No, no way. No way Obi-wan would go behind the Council’s back like that, no way he would rope Cody of all people into doing so.

“Most militaries,” Thrawn explained evenly, “have certain restrictions on...fraternization between officers in times of war, as it can be both a distraction and leverage for the enemy.”

Frat-er-niz...Anakin’s mind tripped over the word, his thoughts tangling in his bewilderment, toppling downhill straight into a duracrete wall. Was Thrawn actually saying that - that Obi-wan and -

Anakin risked a glance over at Padmé, whose eyebrows had gone so high they practically disappeared into his hairline.

“I take it you were unaware of this development?” Thrawn asked, unbothered, or more likely unaware of the bombshell he had just dropped on Anakin and Padmé.

Anakin rubbed at the back of his neck, which had suddenly gone desert-hot. “We - uh - that is - we knew, but - “

Bootsteps and low voices echoing in the long hallway saved Anakin from having to come up with a better answer, which he definitely didn’t have. All three beings in the room shifted to battle alertness, Thrawn and Anakin coming to either side of the automatic doors leading into their hideaway, weapons in hand as Padmé crouched behind a small step, blaster poised at the entrance point.

Thank the Force, Anakin thought, grateful for the opportunity to escape Thrawn’s increasingly uncomfortable line of questioning, not to mention the millions of implications raised with the utterance of a single word. Fraternization. It was like one of those alarms for fancy speeders, the ones that blared some high-pitched, obnoxious announcement almost as irritating as their upper-crust, Coruscanti owners. It was too much to think about right now. He couldn’t deal with the mines, with Duke Solha, with whatever mysterious operation the Separatists had going on here and handle some Chiss mind-reader while considering Obi-wan’s...Anakin grimaced in embarrassment - recreational activities.

The Force pinged in warning, Anakin’s precognition already guiding his steps, present and future overlapped on one another, like a broken holofilm. The doors open, blaster shots aimed at Padmé, above her head. He flicked his lightsaber on, already blocking the fire a second before it erupted in loud cacophony.

Thrawn was wrong, that was all.

Fraternization.

Impossible, Anakin shook his head, lightsaber raised in a high arc, enemy fire deflecting back to the intruders.

It’s Obi-wan, Anakin rationalized. When did he ever go against regulation?

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Project Compass 02

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This time: Ezra spends some quality time with his new commanding officer and learns a little about the Chiss.

Next time: Thrawn is visited by Vah’nya and exchanges a handful of words with Eli. Ezra senses something in the Force.

“Alright,” Ezra began, the moment the door to the suite shut behind them, “What the kriff is going on here?”

The suite itself was minimal and compact. A small common space with a worktable and charging stations for datapads and electronics, an economy sized fresher that was likely nicer than anything the young Jedi had ever had access to, and two small but separate sleeping quarters. It was clearly designed with a use similar to theirs in mind, but perhaps one that was more political in origin. Plenty of officials had aides and secretaries that lived hardly an arm’s length away.

“You’ll have to ask a more pointed question than that,” Thrawn indulged him instead of remaining silent as he wanted to. He needed time to work through this, and there wasn’t a singular painting that would help him make sense of any of it. His primary objective at this juncture was to keep Ezra relatively happy while integrating him with Chiss standards - most of which he fell short of, sloppy and unregimented from his time with the Rebellion.

“Fine.” Ezra dropped to the small sofa, sitting on the end furthest from the door. “Why are they punishing you?”

Blinking once, Thrawn asked another question in hopes of getting more of the younger man's perspective rather than admitting that he too was at a loss. “You do not agree with their judgement?”

“It’s not that. What you did was wrong,” He lingered on the word for emphasis. “But you explained it to me. I don’t have any reason to believe you were lying and I kinda have a way to fact check, even if you’re more difficult to get a read on than most. Plus,” He gestured between them, “You could have killed me plenty of times.”

“As you could also could assassinate me with ease, even now.”

“Not the point.” Ezra frowned. “I’m here because you asked me to be. You’re not-” He exhaled, clearly put out. “I’m only going to say this once, so savor this moment.” He made sure to hold Thrawn’s intense gaze. “You’re the most intelligent person I’ve ever met. You see things that take me eons to figure out, even with the Force to guide you. Sure, you made mistakes, but this is a waste. You should be in command.”

“Perhaps someday, I will be again.”

“You said that threats to your people were serious. That the Ascendancy was in extreme danger.”

“That is correct.”

“So…" He held his hands out as if Thrawn's words were something he could carry. "Why are we here together? What good can you do stuck here, babysitting me?" Ezra shrugged. "You know? Kallus always said they stuck people out of the way in 'menial tasks,'" He airquoted, rolling his eyes. "So-"

“The Chiss are not the same as the Galactic Empire.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” Ezra tilted his head, inquisitive. “They don’t seem too bad. A little stuffy, but not unnecessarily cruel. Though the child soldier thing bothers me.”

“The Force does not manifest the same.”

“I remember,” Ezra said. "And the kids here seem to like what they're doing.”

“They take their duties very seriously,” Thrawn answered, stepping easily into the segue as their conversation was not worth continuing. “As should we. The Chiss do not sleep as much as humans, as I am sure you know from our time together. You should rest while you can. We will have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“Me, yes, you, no. The Captain said I can shadow him. He’ll be able to translate so I won’t need you to accompany me until the afternoon.” Ezra shrugged. “He said instructions would be sent to our datapads.”

Thrawn retrieved his, noticing that yes, there was a notification present, a tiny indicator light flashing with the news. He scanned it quickly. He was under no obligation to report for duty until mid-afternoon, just as Ezra had said. “And in the afternoon we will be tested.”

“Great,” Ezra deadpanned. “Just great.”

“The Ascendancy has high standards, Bridger.”

“I'm realizing that. Which is why I can’t tell if it’s pride or if they really think you messed up that you’re stuck catering to me. You’re a Grand Admiral. You outrank that Ar-whoever-”

“Admiral Ar’alani,” Thrawn corrected. “Should you make that mistake in her presence you will regret it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ezra remained casual despite it. “You’re still-”

“In the Imperial Navy, perhaps. I was a Commander in the Chiss Fleet before I was sent to the Empire. I am not an Admiral here.”

“Yeah, but-”

“My ranking in the Imperial hierarchy is no longer relevant.” Thrawn glared at him. “My actions, however, are.”

“Agreed,” Ezra turned the conversation back to the previous topic. “By that logic, shouldn’t the Chiss want to turn you loose on your enemies? You know how to pick apart your opponents. Captain Ivant could be my translator instead and they could use you more effectively. I mean, he seems to work pretty closely with the Jedi - I mean, with the Skywalkers,” He corrected himself, trying to use the correct term. “He’s the one teaching the Navigators basic. The little girl, Un’hee, I think? She told me so while we were waiting for you on the shuttle.”

There was no reply. Thrawn turned sharply and went into the room that had his name in Chiss script projected above the biometric entry sensor without so much as a goodnight. The door closed behind him with a hydraulic hiss of finality. Ezra stayed rooted to the spot, staring at the closed door for a long moment.

"Was it something I said?" He asked the empty room.

Un'hee retrieved him ten minutes before they were to meet the Captain in his office. She had a bounce in her step that she had lacked the previous day. He learned during their walk over that she was the youngest Navigator on board at eight years old, but that she had served the Ascendancy for a little more than three years. Her dark blue black hair shows mostly black under the ship's lighting. It's threaded into a simple braid that trails halfway down her back.

Together, they knock on Captain Ivant's door and step back, waiting for him to answer.

"Good morning, Eli!" The girl said in Basic that was bright and almost completely lacking in the Chiss accent.

The twang of Ivant's accent was far stronger, worn and lived in. "Good morning," He bid them both before addressing the Chiss in her native tongue.

"I am to join the other Navigators for the morning meal and our studies," She translated for Ezra's benefit. "I hope I will meet you for our evening meal?"

Ezra looked to Ivant, who nodded. "After his testing, I'm sure that can be arranged. He'll be hungry."

Un'hee smiled brightly, dipping in what almost appeared like a curtsey, but was incredibly subdued. "Until then, Ezra'Bridger."

The door closed behind her and only once she left did Ivant motion for Ezra to join him. He did not sit behind the desk, though. Instead, he went to a worktable, a more even space.

"I asked the cooks to bring our morning meal to us," He said, gesturing for Ezra to sit. "I figured you would have questions, and it would be best to address those before I take you around to see the ship and our crew." He paused. "I wasn't sure how much you knew about the Chiss, considering," He leaned back in his chair, at ease, "So I figured some informal education on what to expect might help you with what you face later today."

Ezra frowned. "Thrawn told me a bit," He replied, hesitantly defensive. Sure, there was no love lost between them, but their fragile arrangement was born of respect, for the most part. Ezra respected Thrawn's ridiculous genius as much as he was infuriated by it, and he suspected it was the same way with Thrawn and Ezra's strength with the Force.

"Did he tell you that the Chiss can see in infrared?" Ezra's lack of reaction had Ivant continuing. "It’s not full on heat-mapping but, any blush, any time you're red in the ears or your face feels hot, they know. To them, it looks like an exploitable weakness."

“Now that you say it,” Ezra supposed, “It makes sense.”

“The Chiss are proud and regimented. To be a human in their midst is not an easy thing. They’re… kind of like the Empire when it comes to aliens, but hard work and respect will sway them. Having Force abilities will help you, but you won’t have it easy proving yourself to them.”

"Is that how it was for you?"

Before the Captain can answer, the door to the office opens and a Chiss male steps in wearing a uniform and carrying two trays that smell sweet and earthy.

"A moment," Ivant said, switching briefly to the Cheunh to thank the chef. It was apparent the young man's mouth was watering, but instead of going for his plate, he opted to reach for the mug of red-brown tea perched benignly beside it. It didn't smell like anything, so he raised it to his lips.

It more than made up for the lack of smell with flavor, though, strong and spicy, too sharp for Ezra's senses. He sputtered and tried to set it back without being noticed, but the chef was staring. Ivant shook his head curtly, said something rueful-sounding based on context, and dismissed the chef. Once the Chiss had left, he admonished Ezra lightly. "I told you to wait."

"I thought it was the tea I was smelling," He said, coughing.

"No. It's the egg," Ivant pointed at it with his utensil. The size of it was impressive, at least half the size of his hand and green tinted. Beside it were some blue-black roots of some sort, and there was some sort of dusty pinkish bread set off to the side. The colors were wild, but food was food, and Ezra had spent enough of his childhood living on scraps to appreciate a meal regardless of his opinions on palatability. "The tea is… invigorating. You either love or hate it."

Ezra peeked over at the Captain's tray. He had a larger far mug of it than Ezra did. "You like it?"

"I do." He took a sip of it. "There is caf in the mess hall, though, so be advised that you will survive."

Exhaling, Ezra chanced a grin at his new commanding officer. Ivant didn't smile at him, exactly, but he didn't look angry either. Breakfast was an interesting affair. The food was delicious in combination, though Ezra couldn't stand what Ivant called 'ice root' (the Chiss word wasn't something he could hope to repeat) unless it was paired with the sweet egg. The bread was soft and chewy, good alone but better when he followed the Captain's lead and used it to soak up runny egg yolk.

Afterward, he quizzed Ezra in a way that almost made him forget it was a test, of sorts. What he knew of the Chiss - almost nothing, what he knew of the Ascendancy - even less, despite what insights he'd gained during his debrief, and then, lastly, of Thrawn - which was more than either of the first two subjects combined, but Ezra had the feeling he was hoping for more information than what had come up during the extensive debrief. Still, Ezra was honest, and told the Captain all he knew.

"Commander Mitth'raw'nuruodo may allow you to use his core name," Captain Ivant said, "But that's not typical of how the Chiss do things with newcomers. "In fact, I would suggest you ask him how he would prefer you to address him. He likely offered his core name to you because it is easier to pronounce, instead of an extension of trust."

"I think Mitt-Mitth- ugh, Thrawn trusts me. I’m here, aren’t I?"

"I do not believe that Mitth'raw'nuruodo trusts anyone. His fate may be tied to you, Ezra Bridger," Ivant looked thoughtful, "And that will lead him to cater to you. Things here have changed since he left. He has much to learn as well, and far fewer allies than when he left."

"Have you told him that?"

"I don't have to. He already knows."

Ezra considered that a moment, filed it away for further reflection. "So, wait. Core names. You're not Chiss."

"Clearly," Ivant didn't laugh, but amusement flavored his tone. "You want to know what my name is."

"Iv Ant?" Ezra frowned. It didn't sound like much of a name.

"Ivant is a core name that the Chiss gave me. I'm originally from Wild Space, if the accent didn't tell you that."

It had. "So they just took from the middle of your names?"

"They did." He tilted his head, appraising Ezra for a long moment, as if curious about what he'd do with the knowledge, or perhaps interested in Ezra's response. The question didn't seem to upset him, though. "My name is Eli Vanto."

#Eli Vanto/Thrawn #thranto #Ezra Bridger #Mitth'raw'nuruodo #Eli Vanto #grand admiral thrawn #my writing #sw fanfiction #star wars rebels #star wars fanfiction #un'hee

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Happy Anniversary, Star Wars Rebels and fans!

In honor of the October 3rd anniversary of Star Wars Rebels, here is an opening excerpt from Chapter 6 of Spectre One Rises WIP for anyone who happens to be reading my fanfic on A03.

Hope you enjoy! This has not been beta’d, so pardon any rough spots.

Excerpt from Chapter 6 – The Mutiny

5 ABY

Kanan – Chimaera

The word delighted was hardly one that Kanan would use to describe the feeling dredged up in his guts by Thrawn’s imperious arrival. That said, the sight of Ezra tossing the squad leader his rifle and bounding into Hera’s arms like a fathier released from a starting gate finally eased the ropes of tension wrapped so tightly around Kanan’s chest. His heart took immediate advantage of its freedom by ballooning hugely with joy while Ezra lifted Hera’s heels off the ground in an enthusiastic embrace.

“Hera! I’ve missed you so, so much!”

Hera pulled back just enough to meet Ezra’s shining blue gaze. Her own face was aglow with maternal love, and pent up tears magnified her wide-set eyes. She captured Ezra’s chin with a trembling hand, taking in the dark goatee that encircled his radiant smile. “If only we could’ve all been together while you finished growing up,“ her voice husked softly.

“How fortuitous you are reunited on my ship,” Thrawn’s crisp voice disrupted.

Kanan swallowed the raw lump in his throat and dragged his attention to where Thrawn stood planted like an unyielding Veshok tree in front of the bristling hedge of his weapons-bearing minions. The armored barricade had surrounded either side of the captive group.

“I bid you formal welcome aboard the Chimaera, General Syndulla.” Thrawn clasped his hands behind his back like a bird of prey folding its wings after a kill.

“Like I had any choice, Thrawn,” Hera hissed back at the Chiss. She gripped the crook of Ezra’s elbow with one hand and the other interlocked fingers with Kanan’s almost painfully tight.

Kanan’s mind spat out an image that was a far too recent memory for him: Hera stumbling into his arms after interminable hours of torture strapped to Governor Pryce’s interrogation chair. And here before us stands the puppet master behind it all.

Kanan’s jaws clenched to restrain his bared teeth, and his body shifted of its own accord to align himself with Ezra as protective shields on either side of Hera. If only our unwanted Imperial audience would do us the favor of dropping through the hanger floor.

Instead, the glowing orbs of Thrawn’s eyes focused on Hera’s stiff face with keen satisfaction.

“Ah, but I am offering you a choice, General.” He gestured elegantly at Ezra, the sweep of his blue hand outlining the incongruous, Imperial boilersuit under the young Jedi’s scowling face. “After all, Commander Bridger here has been my military guest for over five years.”

Hera’s eyes narrowed into jade green slits, then Thrawn inclined his head toward Kanan. “And your…companion…Master Jarrus, joined the Chimaera in this same capacity not long ago.” A corner of the grand admiral’s mouth twitched.

Hera’s inexplicable look slid from a very disconcerted Ezra to settle on Kanan. “Is that so?” she responded glacially.

Kanan’s free hand spread itself in reflexive defense; he felt his suddenly hot face scramble up an I can explain everything look, only to blanch as Hera’s eyebrow climbed to its unnerving Oh, yes, you will, dear height. In response, Kanan’s shamelessly oblivious heart decided to perform an ecstatic backflip, behaving as if he and Hera cuddled alone on the Ghost while bickering over their morning caf. Kriff!

“Indeed, General Syndulla,” Thrawn’s silken words coiled around Kanan and Hera and snapped back their undivided attention. He gestured solemnly to indicate the dismal battlefield beyond the Chimaera’s hull. “I can assure you the Jedi have remained willingly allied with our Imperial forces against a grave, galactic threat.”

The red-hot coals of Thrawn’s eyes cast their way across the squads of stormtroopers to ensure his pointed reminder of their common enemy had sunk in. His glower lingered pointedly on Bek, freezing the trooper’s furtive struggles to straighten his still crooked pauldron in mid-motion.

“You don’t say,” Hera forced through clenched teeth…then her fingers secretly pressed against Kanan’s reassuringly.

Kanan’s eyebrows drew fleetingly together before Hera shook her head at him almost imperceptibly. She knows more than she wants to let on. Kanan squeezed Hera’s hand back lightly in acknowledgement, then flicked a glance at Ezra. His not-padawan’s retreating scowl signaled that he’d picked up the coded signal as well.

Thrawn’s brow quirked before his gaze bored into Hera relentlessly. “I surmise the evidence of this invader’s penchant for butchery did not escape your notice?”

“It most certainly did not,” Hera bit out tersely, but her green cheeks paled.

“Then you are fully aware that time permits only two immediate destinations from which you may choose, General.” Thrawn raised his chin regally, his expression deceptively placid. “My security forces can either escort you to the comfort of my office while I determine your potential as my military guest…or to the solitary confines of a detention cell for the remainder of your journey.” One eyebrow arched upward coolly. “Do you have a preference?”

In the beat of Hera’s simmering silence, troubled thoughts flashed through Kanan’s mind. Thrawn was walking a razor’s edge after he and Ezra tossed bucketheads all over the Chimaera to reunite with a notorious Rebellion general. If Kanan and Ezra escaped punishment, Bek and his Jedi-hating cronies would have plenty of outraged company. Clearly, Thrawn was willing to risk his stormtroopers’ ire to keep the Jedi as pawns in active play against both the New Republic and the Nihilum. Now Thrawn has Hera’s capture to maximize our captive cooperation.

Kanan sensed similar, unpleasant conclusions conjure up a grimace on Ezra’s face just as his own mouth declared hotly, “We go wherever General Syndulla chooses.”

“Excuse me, sir Grand Admiral,” Hondo piped in abruptly, startling everyone. The wiry pirate pressed his manacled hands to his chest. “Speaking for myself, Hondo, I would much prefer the comfort of that undoubtedly very fine office at the tip top of your most magnificent bridge tower.”

As Melch squealed and nodded vigorously beside Hondo, Kanan resisted pinching the bridge of his nose. Of all the beings in the galaxy who could’ve popped out of hyperspace with Hera, these two ragtags were the last names Kanan would have placed on the list. What the hell does the Force have tucked up its sleeve this time?

Thrawn merely glanced coldly at the squad leader to his right. “Have the pirates taken to detention cells immediately. Orders will follow concerning their interrogation.”

“Yes, Admiral.”

“Bah!” Hondo exclaimed as two stormtroopers dutifully manhandled him and the squirming Melch toward the rest of the squad.

“Is this really necessary?” Ezra’s expression roiled like a menacing thundercloud as the protesting pirates were walled off by a row of troopers.

“Extremely,” Thrawn stated flatly.

“This is not at all unexpected--but disappointing nonetheless!” Hondo called reproachfully to Thrawn while the stormtrooper yanked the Weequay forward with an iron grip. “Ho! Gently now, we are happily going.”

Alongside Hondo, Melch swiftly kicked his own escort in his armored kneecaps and promptly received a sharp cuff to the head.

“I promise I’ll come check on you, Hondo!” Ezra declared through the clenched megaphone of his hands.

“Dear boy, your concern for Hondo touches my heart!” Hondo shot back as he was unceremoniously marched away. “But rest assured, Hondo is an interrogation expert!”

“Enough.” Thrawn’s crimson gaze practically dissected Ezra and Kanan before it nestled on Hera. His voice softened to a glacial purr. “Your decision, General Syndulla?”

Hera bequeathed Thrawn with a glare so murderous the pit of Kanan’s stomach felt supremely relieved it wasn’t directed at him.

“Your office it is. Grand Admiral.” Hera’s tongue coated Thrawn’s title with a less than subtle layer of sarcasm.

Thrawn ignored her jab as if it was utterly beneath his notice. “Proceed.”

He issued a nonchalant gesture of command to the second squad leader and strode toward the hanger bay exit with his sentry droids close on heels. Lieutenant Braruz re-emerged into view and kept her speculative gaze locked on Ezra, Kanan and Hera until she turned obediently to trail the towering droids.

Meanwhile, the squad swiftly corralled the Rebel trio and herded them in the wake of the grand admiral’s entourage. Hera walked between Kanan and Ezra with her head held high, her lekku swinging gracefully with each firm stride. She kept one slim hand tucked in the crook of Ezra’s elbow while her other remained intertwined with Kanan’s like a permanent fixture.

Kanan trod along in more than a little daze, wondering if Hera (and the whole damn hanger) could hear his heart romping around like a Loth-cat each time it sank in that she was actually here beside him. Everything had happened so fast that a part of Kanan remained in shock to be holding hands with the woman he’d only dreamed of returning home to less than thirty minutes ago. Granted, being held captive aboard a Star Destroyer with Hera’s archenemy wasn’t exactly the romantic setting Kanan had envisioned for their reunion, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain.

Through the Force--and Hera’s pulse--Kanan sensed her emotions running as wildly as his own beneath her calm facade. If only he could ask the million questions firing up every neuron in his mind (starting with our child!). Kanan had to settle for touching his lips to Hera’s cap-covered earcone and murmuring, “We’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

Hera’s face turned, revealing a churn of uncountable questions and concerns behind her falsely mild expression. “Yes, love,” she agreed with equal tenderness and frustration, then leaned in so the warmth of her breath caressed Kanan’s ear in the barest of whispers. “When Big Blue isn’t around to hear us.”

Big Blue? That’s Ezra’s code name for… Kanan stared raptly into Hera’s eyes and the crafty triumph he found sparkling in their depths could only mean one thing: She had crossed paths with PZ-5 and the droid was somehow safe after all.

Oh, Hera. Far too many ways in which Kanan could fully express his gratitude and revel in his Twi’lek general’s infallible resourcefulness electrified his body. At the knowing glint in Hera’ eye, Kanan turned away to cool his thoughts—not to mention the hot flush rising in his cheeks.

Ever since awakening in the Chimaera’s bacta tank, Kanan’s heart had felt shrouded under Thrawn’s mantle of manipulative darkness. Despite the odds stacking against their Rebel trio, Kanan now burned that shroud with an inner glow so bright, he let its light slip out by flashing Hera the most reverent smile he possessed in his arsenal.

Hera’s by my side. And PZ-5’s out there drumming up a rescue party.

Kanan almost felt sorry for Thrawn.

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #swr fanfic #swr October 3 anniversary celebration #hope readers enjoy this snip!

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jedimordsith · 5 years

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Whumptober: Bonus Entry

From my WIP

“Whatever you’re doing, pack it up, Jade.” Aves announced, appearing at the door with Skywalker in tow. “Time for dinner.”

“Take Ghent,” she said, automatically. “I have work to do.”

“Dinner is not an either-or affair,” Aves propped one hand on his hip. “Besides,” he wiggled his thick blond eyebrows suggestively, “our guest is going to tell us about his adventure at Jabba’s.”

Mara folded her arms across her chest and summoned her best unimpressed look. “I’ve already seen the spoiler reports. There was lots of sand and the slug bites it at the end.” Behind Aves, Skywalker’s lips twitched. Mara’s heart fluttered, and she immediately clamped down on the unnerving reaction.

“Core brat,” Aves grumbled, his eyes twinkling. “Fine, I’ll play dirty. I was going to let it be a surprise, but Faughn got those disgusting blue noodles you like and you know they don’t reheat.” He grinned at her smugly. “So pack it the hell up and let’s go.”

If I find you have ventured out for such… ‘street food’ again, I will have the soles of your feet whipped so thoroughly that you cannot walk for a week, is that clear?

The scars on the soles of her feet stung at the memory. Defiance streaked hot through her chest. Thrawn could go kriff himself. She didn’t belong to him anymore. She’d eat whatever she wanted, when she wanted… and blue noodles really didn't reheat. It would be shameful to let them go to waste.

#mara jade #whumptober #my fic #scars

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sithsdoinshit · 5 years

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Everyone vs. cold weather

In honor of the temperatures this week where I live: -30 ° and that’s without wind chill _(:3 」∠)_

vader: this bitch can walk on hoth without a sweat. he’ll go outside and run errands for the other less-fortunate sithmates....to an extent. do not take your Dad for granted.

sidious: will layer robes upon robes on himself until he becomes a gargantuan mass of cloth, barely recognizable were it not for a single middle finger poking out.

maul: will pretend it doesn’t bother him, determined to warm himself with hate alone. it does not work, but that certainly does not stop him (a certain brother definitely will, though)

savage: he produces a lot of body heat, though he has his limits. dathomir never got very cold. only these people are allowed to use him as a heater: maul, lana, and maybe asajj.

asajj: she’ll try to tough it out, but she has more sense than maul. will curl up next to the space heater in her room and stay in that position for all of winter. why couldn’t they buy a house on dathomir?

dooku: he’d rather die an agonizing death than admit that the reason he refuses to go outside is that he is paranoid about slipping on ice and breaking something. instead, he will act like a pompous prick that has better things to do at that specific moment.

kylo: also produces a good amount of heat by himself, but still finds it within himself to complain about the chill. he hasn’t even gone outside yet. texts mama leia to make sure she isn’t going outside too much

nihilus: can’t feel temperatures, so it’s just another day to him. except with ice on the ground! tries to eat the snow outside, with poor results.

grievous: he’s also resistant to the cold, as his organs are protected by a pressurized sac. not as much as vader though, so he’ll equip an extra-fluffy cape before going outside. it’s very cute.

inquisitor: despite not being in the sunlight, utapau cities had mild temperatures. it never got too warm or cold. in other words, you’d best hand over those blankets and scarves unless you want a very pissy pau’an on your hands.

lana: she’s been to a lot of places in her career, but she still dislikes the cold. definitely a day for curling up and reading a book. you’d better not ask her for anything because this is her one relaxation day, dammit

tarkin: he’s not one to complain about the weather, unless it’s to purposely annoy someone (see: krennic). sissies, the lot of you. put on a jacket and stop whining.

krennic: mutters something about the walls “not being insulated for shit” and “who designed this garbage”. considers buying more rugs as he downs hot coffee after hot coffee.

hux: living on starkiller base forces one to get used to the cold. he has plenty of warm attire, including a plethora of tasteful ushankas fur hats. including some for millicent, of course.

phasma: temperature has no effect on this woman. she’ll just put on her armor to go outside. that’s what it’s there for, right? (”there’s a... thing called a coat you can buy” “i am not interested.”)

yularen: stars, the cold is not great for an old man like him. he doesn’t like staying inside when there’s things to do, but it simply isn’t worth it.

thrawn: the official errand-runner for the imps, and very happy to do so. ah, it’s like home again... winter is a good time for thrawn and anakin vader to catch up as they fetch things for their shivering friends.

kallus: grumpy mcgrump pants in the cold. he’s still going to be productive, but kriff does he hate it. will probably go to the rebels’ house so he can suck up zeb’s warmth.

eli: what the fuck. wHAT the Fuck. who said it was okay to be this cold? who authorized this?? stop smiling thrawn, i can’t feel my face.

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anathtsurugi · 5 years

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Day 3 - Pining

Hoooo, gettin’ behind here. Well, @kalluzebweddingplan, here’s the latest. I think it got a touch angstier than I’d anticipated, but that tends to happen with me. Enjoy!

Pining

If Kallus had to say so himself, he would say without reservation that he was a damn fine intelligence officer. After all, it wasn't for nothing that he'd risen to the top of his class at Royal Imperial, or become one of the Imperial Security Bureau's top field agents. He was good at what he did. Whether or not he liked to ease up on himself, he knew that his work as Fulcrum had been a boon to the Alliance. He could trick an unwary officer out of the secret location of every last one of the Empire's top secret projects and not have his mark be any the wiser as to his goals.

He was brilliant.

So would someone mind explaining to him, then, why it was that he could never seem to will away his own blush whenever he was in the same room with Garazeb Orrelios?

To those who were bold enough to point it out, he'd managed to pass off the phenomena as a reaction to Yavin IV's hot and humid climate. He was very pale-skinned after all and he'd never done well in direct sunlight for extended amounts of time. It wasn't a difficult sell, but the more astute ones were already beginning to figure him out, and it wouldn't be long before the less astute began to follow suit. And if they could figure it out...

Thankfully, Zeb himself was quite oblivious, and Kallus didn't know if that should make him feel better or worse. Better for not having to deal directly with his particular feelings for the Lasat, but worse for being worth so little in the former guardsman's view.

And what was he that he was reduced to thinking in such petty terms? A kriffing school boy? Pathetic. Why should Zeb see him as anything more than a fellow rebel? If he couldn't get this under control, it was going to start affecting his work for the rebellion, and then where would he be? If his thoughts had caught up with the rest of the world around him, though, he might have realized that he'd already toed that line, because by the time he awoke to the fact that he'd been staring openly at the Lasat for the past five minutes, Zeb had certainly become aware of it.

"Hey? You awake in there?" Zeb called to him with a small grin that, in Kallus' eyes, held a small note of uncertainty.

"I...yes?" he tried to respond, fighting to snap himself out of his daze.

"Question mark? You're not sure?"

"I...was...distracted," he offered up lamely. Stars dammit all! Where was the unflinching rebel spy who had faced down Grand Admiral Thrawn when he needed him? "I- I'm sorry. I'm going to need a moment. Please excuse me," he apologized to Zeb and everyone else in the meeting before making his way out to the temple exterior.

Growling angrily at himself, he ran a hand through his much longer hair. "Grow the kriff up, Kallus. This isn't school."

"Y'know, he can't know if you don't tell him."

To his credit, Kallus retained at least enough of his training not to jump at the unexpected sound of Kanan Jarrus' voice. He still threw a nasty, if ineffectual, glare over his shoulder as the Jedi approached.

"I do wish you wouldn't do that," he grumbled. "Either rifle through my thoughts or sneak up on me."

"One, anybody could sneak up on you when you're like this, and two, I don't need the Force to see that you've got it bad for him, and I can't even see, so that right there should tell you exactly how unsubtle you're being," the knight explained as he moved around to Kallus' front.

"Lovely. Just lovely," Kallus ground out. "There goes my shining career as an intelligence agent."

"Not necessarily," Kanan said with a shrug. "You're at least lucky enough that Zeb doesn't notice."

Kallus glanced at the Jedi out of the corner of his eye. "So what is this then? Are you going to tell me to back off of your friend?"

Kanan actually laughed at that one, full-bodied and loud. "Oh, man. That's a good one. Thanks. I needed to laugh. But no. If Garazeb Orrelios had someone's interest he didn't want, he could take care of that on his own just fine. Who do you imagine crosses an angry Lasat with a bo-rifle?"

"Granted," the ex-Imperial said quietly, though he couldn't quite shake the memories of Lasan that skated across the surface of his mind. But the knight seemed to pick up on his change in mood and quickly shifted back to serious.

"I'm not saying he's oblivious to give you the opportunity to back off. I'm saying it because I'm going to present you with a little fact. You look away from him whenever you think he might catch you staring at him. What do you think he does when you look away?"

Kallus' first instinct was to disparage himself in some way, to turn aside even the possibility of such a joy. After all, why should someone as strong, as brave, as kind, as good as Garazeb Orrelios even look twice at someone like him? Zeb had saved his life, had helped him to see just what sort of path he was on, and he would be eternally grateful, but to be selfish enough to ask for more? How could he?

But then...why would Kanan Jarrus of all people suggest such a thing to him if it was less than the truth? He couldn't wholly deny the slight fluttering of his heartbeat as he looked back toward the Jedi.

Kanan nodded, and even though Kallus had no idea how the man could perceive the change in him, he clearly had. Rather than say all the things he would've liked to say in protest, he ultimately asked, "Why me?"

"I'm not really the person to answer that question. Even with what I can understand through the Force, what's in Zeb's heart belongs to him. Only he can tell you that. What I know is that I've never seen him as happy as he is when he's with you, and I'll do anything to ensure that my best friend's happy. If that includes getting you to get your head out of your ass, then so be it."

The only response Kallus could manage for that one was a protracted moment of blinking at the Jedi, and once again, Kanan laughed, though it was more of a chuckle this time around.

"All right, all right. I guess I've offended your delicate ex-Imperial sensibilities. All I'm really trying to say is...don't let your chance go. It's way too easy to let the best thing you'll ever have fly right by you. You don't know- when you might lose your chance forever. Talk to him, Kallus," he said before heading back inside the temple.

Kallus didn't have the chance to, not before the Ghost crew headed to Lothal, but he did understand the knight's words better upon seeing the bottomless well of grief in Hera Syndulla's eyes when she came to gather all of them for the Liberation. Understood them, and honored them when he pulled Zeb to the side for a quiet, searching kiss before their last run on Capital City.

"In case we never have the chance again," he whispered against the Lasat's lips.

But they did, as it happened. It was the first of many kisses.

#Kalluzeb Valentine #Star Wras Rebels #SWR #Kalluzeb #Prompt

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celinamarniss · 7 years

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Luke/Mara fic recs

Non-ship Mara fic recs can be found here.

All-Time Faves:

Title of work: The Force Works in Extremely Irritating Ways

Author(s): resperella

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara screw things up and make a soulbond. In the process of trying to get rid of it, they accidentally fall in love.

Why I recommend this: Luke and Mara accidentally make a Force bond. Oops! A little adventure, a little smut, a lot of fun. I love this fic; it's favorite of mine. I've read the final scene... a lot of times.

Title of work: Responsibility and Commitment

Author(s): CassandraSpayke

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: It is no small thing, to be second-in-command of a galaxy wide smuggling operation or head of a Jedi Praxeum. Responsibility and commitment are matters not be taken and given lightly, especially when it comes to marriage.

Why I recommend this: It’s a thoughtful character study of Luke and Mara at a major turning point in their lives, a quiet respite in which the two take the time to reflect on their relationship and their new engagement. There’s also a cute and funny homecoming scene at the very end with Han, Leia and Karrde, which I wish went on a little longer. Adorable nerds, all of them.

Title of work: Odd Kind of Honeymoon

Author(s): deaka

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Newly married Luke and Mara Skywalker journey across Tatooine on their honeymoon, some unexpected discoveries arising along the way.

Why I recommend this: An lovely introspective fic in which Luke and Mara explore Tattooine and confront the ghosts of their past. This story is a thoughtful character study of Mara as she learns how to navigate her new relationship and marriage to Luke. One of my all time favorites.

Title of work: the Boundaries seres (Better Lost than Found, Sharp Edges, Negotiations, The Care and Keeping of an Apprentice, Trust Thing)

Author(s): frangipani

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: A year after the events of the Last Command, Mara is still in Coruscant attempting to fulfill her Smuggler's Alliance duties while continuing her Jedi training. Former Emperor's Hand, turned smuggler, government liaison, and Jedi apprentice...she's long known that the only way things work in the new life she's made for herself is through clearly delineated boundaries. It's really too bad Luke Skywalker unwittingly keeps taking them apart.

Why I recommend this: Hot, tension-filled sex scenes AND a slow burn character study of Mara? YES PLEASE.

Title of work: from a stay on the moon

Author(s): irnan

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke has begun to measure time not by clocks or calenders, but by the times he gets to see his wife.

Why I recommend this: A short but sweet fic in which a pair of workaholics steal a couple of minutes together. One I keep returning to.

Adventures!

Title of work: In Velvet Gloves

Author(s): frangipani

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: There were rumors that the Queen Mother, Teneniel Djo, would attempt to provide the galaxy’s only Jedi Master with a Hapan wife. With close ties to the Jedi, the Queen could have the protection she needed against the assassination attempts that took her previous Jedi bodyguard. But those machinations were beyond her, and besides, they said he was celibate anyway.

Why I recommend this: THIS FIC. THIS is the fic that got me on the whole Dathomir kick. Velvet is actually set on Hapes (though based on the events of Courtship), and is filled with court intrigue, murder, sex, and fashion!

Title of work: The Dividing Factor

Author(s): Niralle

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: The human race is about to be annihilated. Luke and Mara have the only lead to stop the radical aliens from unleashing a plague that will murder trillions. Can their Jedi instincts prepare them, even after the truth behind their adversaries is revealed?

Why I recommend this: An exciting adventure fic in which recently married Jedi Luke and Mara save the universe (yet again). It’s genuinely suspenseful, the author depicts the use of the Force in the interesting ways, and the characters have sense of humor.

Title of work: do not go gentle into that good night

Author(s): floraobsidian

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: There is no power, Light or Dark, that is capable of stopping her from returning to her family. It's only a matter of time.

Why I recommend this: I love how this story depicts Mara as a force of nature and gives me a version of Mara fitting into The Force Awakens universe that I can buy into.

Title of work: People and Lights

Author(s): Pyrrha Cottonwood

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara retreat to Dagobah to study the Force.

Why I recommend this: I do love stories about Mara facing her past and falling in love with Luke Skywalker!

Sexy Fic

Title of work: slipping into the ground or into your arms

Author(s): BananasAreforParties

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: More than colleagues. Less than friends. Better than acquaintances. They remain in balance. The Command, the dark whisper, slumbers and Mara has no desire to poke a sleeping rancor. To dance with Skywalker. . .could it ever be worth the risk? Mara and Luke succumb to the gradual formation of their Force bond through an activity far more pleasing than fighting for their lives.

Why I recommend this: Romantic, funny, and very sexy! Such a delight.

Title of work: Catalyst

Author(s): Claudia_flies

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara. The way it should have happened after The Last Command.

Why I recommend this: Mara and Luke start hooking up after The Last Command; feelings inevitably ensue. A sexy and satisfying shipfic.

Title of work: Not Like That

Author(s): JediMordsith

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara smut en route to Wayland to spite Palpatine's echo and Mad Jedi Master C'baoth.

Why I recommend this: Mara decides to have sex with Luke to get back at the voices in her head, and it’s super hot. (also dedicated to meeee ASHJKHLDJK)

Title of work: Under the Wave

Author(s): Jaded

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Mara Jade shows up to Yavin IV to deliver some news to Luke in person but instead of returning after a quick ride, they spend some time relieving the unresolved sexual tension of the past three years.

Why I recommend this: I was so mad when I first read this because it was so good.

Title of work: Symmetric Relation

Author(s): frangipani

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: While investigating some dark side disturbance in Vongformed Coruscant, Luke finds himself vulnerable to dark side influence and takes some time to regroup.

Why I recommend this: A missing scene from the Vong war; Mara and Luke find comfort in each other while on a mission. ADORABLE MARRIEDS BANTER AHOY.

Title of work: A Fate Worse Than Vornskrs

Author(s): casesama

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Stranded in the forest of Myrkr in after Luke escapes Karrde's base, Luke and Mara have a run in with Myrkr's native wildlife. No, not the fauna. The flora.

Why I recommend this: A Luke/Mara sex pollen fic! You know what that means: warnings for consent issues.

Title of work: Dirty Laundry

Author(s): kayladie

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke has made a mess. While waiting for his clothes to get clean, Mara finds a way to help him pass the time.

Why I recommend this: A fun little fic in which Luke and Mara just go for it.

Title of work: Undercover Agent

Author(s): Jedi_Lover and Trace

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Danger waits in a seedy slave-trafficking lair…and it’s kriff or be killed.

Why I recommend this: A rare non-sex pollen fuck-or-die.

Title of work: The Dinner Party

Author(s): frangipani

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Why in space would Jedi Master Luke Skywalker, of all people, show up to Coruscant’s premier art collector’s dinner party? (Or, Mara insults Luke's taste in fashion, ruins his clothes, steals an art object from her hosts, and generally has a most excellent evening.)

Why I recommend this: It's fun!

Title of work: Sweet on You series (It’s Just Cake, More Than Cake)

Author(s): JediMordsith

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Shameless fluff in which Han needs to find a new supplier for traditional Alderaanian cakes before the annual commemoration and finds help in an unexpected place.

Why I recommend this: We all need cake in these trying times

Short but sweet

Title of work: Three Kisses and Other Cliches

Author(s): deaka

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke & Mara one shot AU, following the Thrawn trilogy

Why I recommend this: As always, deaka does a fantastic job capturing small moments, and this fic is no exception.

Title of work: along the light of day

Author(s): Irnan

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Mara had originally planned to be long gone by now.

Why I recommend this: Charming little fic follows Mara and Luke in the morning. Makes a good companion to from a stay on the moon

Title of work: Every Moment Lost is Found Again one-shot series

Author(s): Jaded

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: A series of assorted Luke Skywalker/Mara Jade vignettes and missing moments.

Why I recommend this: I'd like to specifically call out "Gifts" and "Cosy."

Title of work: Stopover

Author(s): deaka

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara take a short break on their way to the Chimaera in Vision of the Future

Why I recommend this: I wish there was more of this fic! It's just a few scenes post-VotF.

Title of work: Untitled?

Author(s): Lotusflower85

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke and Mara on Tatooine

Why I recommend this: Just a few domestic moments on a trip to Tatooine.

Title of work: Holonet Comments

Author(s): Augustine94

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Media outlets are terrible, even in the GFFA. The New Republic experiences a data breach, and Mara Jade wants to kill someone. Business as usual.

Why I recommend this: This is a very heartfelt fic about how Mara and Luke's unconventional relationship makes them happy.

Title of work: Completely Irrational

Author(s): deaka

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Ben overhears his parents arguing about his training.

Why I recommend this: Offers a glimpse into Mara and Luke's marriage and how they negotiate and forgive each other even when they can't agree on an issue.

Dark fic that doesn't fit in any of the other categories but I want to rec it anyway

Title of work: Washing Blood with Blood

Author(s): frangipani

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Sometimes you’re not supposed to live through things.

Why I recommend this: Gut-wrenching fic that's a twist on Sacrifice, in which Mara survives her encounter with Jacen but looses her mind. (This story might be harder to access if the reader isn't very familiar with the books it's based on.)

WARNING: Abandoned WIPS

Title of work: Saving Skywalker

Author(s): AgentJade

Link to fic: here

Brief summary: Luke goes missing, Mara finds him in rough shape and takes him somewhere safe, realizing that she is more concerned about him than she is comfortable with.

Why I recommend this: Fair warning: this fic is a unfinished WIP. But I’d recommend it anyway for the first chapter alone. Great scenes with Mara and Karrde, and Mara interacting with Karrde’s crew, which is something I don’t think we get enough of in the books or in fic. The second chapter’s a bit of hurt/comfort, a natural fit for this pairing.

Title of work: The Unseen War series (Sidereal, Tyranny Reborn, Shattered Dreams)

Author(s): Rigil_Kent

Link to fic: First two stories here; you can find the unfinished third story here

Brief summary: Shadowy forces pursue Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade across the galaxy, Han Solo is pressed back into service with the New Republic military, and Leia Organa-Solo has only herself to rely on as she combats a corrupt new government.

Why I recommend this: I have some hesitation recommending this one for various reasons. It's a unfinished series, for a start. It's also an ensemble adventure series, with a big cast and convoluted plot, and if you're just here to read Luke and Mara, this may not be a fic that holds your interest. The author also makes some choices that bother me, such as Leia being very hostile to Mara, for instance. On the other hand, there are some fantastic sequences that I think about and reference all the time, so I think it's worth a look.

#fanfic recs #mara jade #mara x luke #for #themarajadenetwork #mara jade is my forever girl

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