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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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Attachment of a Child [part 1]

Pairings: Obi-Wan Kenobi x child!reader (includes Kit Fisto)

Imagine: one of the children in the Jedi temple seems to have formed an attachment to Obi-Wan and follows him around all over the temple whenever he’s there

Warnings: fluff, Obi-Wan hugs, Obi-Wan taking care of a child (that needs a warning for real), Obi accidentally adopted you, otherwise none, I think, it’s just fluff, Not proofread

A/N I couldn’t stop myself from writing this, it just came to me randomly and I had to write it, I don’t even know if it’s good or not I just had to write it bc just imagine Obi-Wan being followed by a child who copies his movements, that’s so adorable 🥰 <3

If you have any ideas for Obi-Wan x padawan!reader (platonic obviously) please feel free to send them to me, I love writing Obi-Wan x padawan

The first time Obi-Wan had stepped into the room filled with younglings after “defeating” Darth Maul, he wasn’t too surprised when he saw all of the children’s eyes light up. Big eyes stared at him with amazement and wonder, as well as curiosity and excitement.

The now Jedi master had gained some kind of fame with the younglings ever since he became a master and defeated a Sith Lord. Not to say that the children didn’t love him before (they sure did), but now they all seemed to look up to him as some sort of war hero. Look at him for wisdom more so than the other masters, Yoda being the exception.

One youngling in particular had taken a shine to the newly made master. You. Obi-Wan had nothing against you, he quite liked taking care of you from time to time, it was a distraction from all the chaos in the galaxy at the moment. He found it rather calming and he would never say no to teaching anyone something new, especially younglings who had the curiosity that could go on for forever. You were no different from those younglings except you didn’t ask your questions (too shy to do it) but rather listened intently to any information Obi-Wan would tell the class. It was one of the reasons why you loved classes with Master Kenobi. He was calm and could talk for hours and had most of the answers to all of your classmates questions (therefore your questions were answered as well, for the most part).

Nights were often spent with the younglings as he told them one of his many stories from another planet. He lulled them to sleep with his calm voice as he talked about facts he picked up from his reading about the planet, or missions he had with Anakin or his former master. Obi-Wan hadn’t stopped you when you crawled up onto his lap, nor did he stop any other of the younglings as they cuddled into the warmth he radiated to their sleepy forms.

More than one time you had been the child to sit on his lap, for some reason the Master nearly always picked you up and placed you on his lap, or he just let you plant yourself on his lap without a single complaint. He knew he made your anxieties calm down as he let you cuddle into his side. If he could help the younglings in any way, he would to the best of his abilities. He was once one himself after all and knew how the life of a youngling could be. The anxiety that could be brought to any of them at any moment if they failed, the strict rules or the doubt they felt, the rumors of danger. Especially with what everyone knew was an upcoming war and the betrayal of Dooku and the death of Darth Maul. Along with those rumors and facts they were supposed to study and become a future Jedi while not forming attachments and nor were they allowed to act on their emotions, especially the fear and anger that they felt. So yes, Obi-Wan would gladly let you sit on his lap if it helped you calm down while he told you and the other children a story before they were supposed to sleep.

It’s safe to say that it wasn’t uncommon for any one in the temple to see any of the younglings run up to Obi-Wan for help, especially if something troubled them. Nor was it uncommon to see you walking beside the master. Which was what happened today.

Obi-Wan had just walked past the room in which you and your classmates had just finished up your first lesson of the day. Some of the younglings had already rushed out of the room before Master Yoda could even finish his sentence, you were one among them. You had felt Obi-Wan’s force signature and you saw him through the slightly opened door walk past the room and you had sprinted out of the room not willing to lose him in the many halls of the temple. Luckily for you the temple was relatively empty at this time in the morning so it didn’t take you too long to find the brown cloak and his auburn hair among those walking the corridors.

The Jedi Master heard small feet sprint towards him but he made no indication of turning around towards the person or to wait for the child to catch up, he already knew it was you, how could he not, he was way too familiar with your force signature. He knew where you were at any time of the day, your force signature rather strong for a child.

If he had turned around he would have seen that you had mimicked his actions. You put your hand behind your back like he had done, you tried to walk in his pace as well as in the same way he walked. This proved quite hard even if the master had slowed down a tad bit for you as he felt you walking beside him, but the long strides were still too fast for a child to catch up entirely to. Any Jedi master that walked past the two of you thought they saw a mini kenobi as you mimicked his every action, even when he rubbed against his beard (even though you didn’t have beard yourself you still did it)

“Hello Master Kenobi” In watching Obi-Wan and trying to mimic him you had completely forgotten to look at where you were going and so you didn’t notice when Obi-Wan stopped in front of Kit Fisto.

“Hello Master Fisto” Kenobi answered politely, giving a smile back towards Master Fisto who gave his signature charming smile. By the time Obi-Wan said that you had looked up and the Nautolan turned towards you as he noticed you standing next to the jedi master you were still mimicking. He studied you for a second, a puzzled look grazed his future before his smile was back.

“And hello to you too youngling, I see you’ve taken a shine to Master Kenobi” A blush spread itself over your cheeks as you got called out by the Jedi in front of you.

The words stumbled out of you as you quietly said “Hello Master Fisto”.

After the words left you, you hid away behind Kenobi's robes not wanting anyone to see your embarrassed state. To this Obi-Wan, like a natural instinct, put his left arm to shield you. Kit Fisto’s reaction to this was what every jedi had told you and Obi-Wan a lot of times before.

“Be careful with the young one Obi-Wan, they might become a bit too attached to you otherwise”

The master like everyone else knew you were already attached towards the master that you hid behind. He could have stopped it all, right there and then, so could Obi-Wan and the rest of the order, but somehow they allowed it, they let it slide by them, if they didn’t see anything then it wasn’t their problem, and if they saw they opted to ignore it. You were like a bright shining cyber crystal in the temple as you cutely followed the auburn haired master around. And it seemed like everyone needed something bright at the moment, with the darker times that were approaching. No, Kit Fisto wouldn’t be the one to stop your attachment towards the newest member of the council, but what he could do was give a warning. He did not want an innocent child or Obi-Wan to fall, not that either of you would, but he could still give the occasional reminders, like Master Windu seemed to give away way too many times.

You were attached, and nothing would stop that. Obi-Wan noticed when he looked down at you, that you were still mimicking his movements. He gave you a fond smile as he studied your stance. You stood in the same posture as him and frankly you looked like a mini him, not that he complained about it, Obi-Wan found it quite amusing how you seemed to want to act like him any chance you got. Not only was it amusing to him but he found it adorable. But so was the thought of every other person in the Jedi temple who had seen you walk after the Jedi master any chance you got since you got old enough to walk.

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kpopnstarwars · 6 months

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Took You Long Enough: Kit Fisto x Reader

A/N: omg guess who finally decided it was time to move some star wars stuff onto here!! btw reader is a Nautolan too so can understand Kit's special pheromone tendril language (also the pic is not mine but erm its hot)

Edit: artist's website is here

Warnings: kit fisto's abs, swearing, kissing, water and swimming,

Word count: <1200

You jump at the knock on your door. Kit, no doubt. You can sense the excitement he's emmitting, the eager joy unique to your fellow Nautolan when the two of you are about to go for a swim. It's not often that both of you are on Coruscant at the same time, and you'll take any chance you can get to spend a few moments with each other. To be honest, you wouldn't be surprised if he's jumping up and down outside your door, in nothing but his swimming trunks, scandalising anyone passing by. Your cheeks warm - you're used to Kit's toned body by now, but your want for him comes paired with a deeper feeling, an emotion forbidden to Jedi like you.

Grabbing your towel, you bound through the doorway and find yourself dazzled by Kit's smile, his large eyes shimmering with sheer enthusiasm as he presents you with his signature grin. He leans against the wall, hands jauntily on his hips, in his swimming trunks, a robe haphazardly pulled over. The brown fabric is not quite closed, and the narrow parting at the front reveals a sliver of smooth green skin which your eyes slip far too easily over.

'Took you long enough, sweet,' he teases, and you smack his shoulder. 'I take as long as I want, Fisto.' He laughs. 'Well, let's make you hurry. Last one in the pool is bantha fodder.'

He sprints off in a flash of brown robes, his green tendrils flying out behing him. Muttering a very not Jedi - ish curse under your breath, you sprint after Kit, hoping no senators lurk in the corridors to catch sight of two Nautolans in swimming wear racing through the hallways. Or worse, Master Windu. You're pretty sure he wouldn't approve of two high ranking Jedi careering around like younglings.

Skidding around a corner, you catch sight of the longest of Kit's tendrils just disappearing down the corridor. Maker, either he's gotten faster since you last raced, or you're getting slower. Determined to catch up, you put on a burst of speed and run after him, dodging past a droid and darting left, smiling to yourself as you tumble down an old set of stairs.

It's your secret shortcut - one you found quite recently, when a youngling knocked your lightsaber from your belt. You'd accidentally activated an old door and found the stairwell when you went to scoop your trustworthy weapon off the ground, which turned out to be a direct passage to what must have been some old chamber but is now you and Kit's playground - a massive room taken up with one thing and one thing only - a pool.

Shooting through another doorway, you shuck off your outer robes as you run, picking up speed across the tiled floor until you launch yourself into the air with a whoop. You land neatly in the water with barely a splash, bubbles rising around you in silver spheres as your gills open. Taking a moment underwater, you allow yourself to sink to the bottom, dragging your fingers along the bottom of the pool, letting the water muffle all the sounds above, letting it calm you and clear your mind.

With strong, practiced strokes, you swim back to the surface, shaking out your tendrils in a spray of glimmering droplets as you surface. Glancing around, you see that Kit hasn't arrived yet, and with a smirk, you drop below again, emptying your lungs of air so you sink like a stone. Once you hit the bottom, you cross your legs and sit there, on the pool floor, just waiting.

Barely moments later, you hear a muted splash and Kit appears just in front of you. His tendrils stream behind him, and the shock on his face is mirrored by the surprise in his pheromones at you presence. Devilishly, you grin, tilting your head and wagging a finger at him.

'Took you long enough, Fisto,' you say, throwing his words back at him. He huffs, swimming over to you. 'Teach me your secrets, sweet. How'd you slip past me?' You laugh. 'That's for me to know, and you to not find out.'

Getting your feet under you, you push them against the pool floor and shoot towards the surface, Kit not far behind. His head bursts up right next to yours, and you grin over at him, eyes dancing as he flicks water at you. He looks beautiful on land, but here, in his element, he's fucking stunning. Water traces down his ridges of muscle, dripping down his tendrils and slipping over his skin. A droplet lands in the space between his collar bones, and you have to clamp down hard on your pheromones before he senses how much you want to just dip your head and lick it off, to taste the sweet salt of his skin and hear his deep laugh.

'You still in there?' Your head snaps up. 'Why would I not be, Kit?' He narrows his eyes. 'What were you thinking about, sweet?' 'Nothing,' you say - too quickly. 'Mhmm,' he hums, but seems to let it go.

Dipping below your eye line, he disappears, and you feel the slight change in water current as he swims somewhere below you, before a strong hand wraps around your ankle and pulls you down. You laugh, hooking your leg around his neck, so his head rests in the crook of your knee. Spiralling down under the surface, you glance down and catch his eyes.

He looks up at you, and the expression on his face makes your heart ache. It's the awed gaze of a padawan to their master, yet also the wise gaze of a master to their padawan. It's sweet, sweet adoration, and yet beneath it, there's something deeper, something firey, something burning, his chin resting against your skin, his tendrils floating around him like a halo, his lips still upturned in the traces of a smile. He's glorious.

If you were breathing air, you'd have choked. You've never caught him looking at you like that, never seen such pure emotion in his eyes. The galaxy seems to have stopped, seems to have fallen away around you, so it's only you and Kit, the water bridging the gap between you, joining you, surrounding you. Trance like, eyes locked on his, you reach down, tracing the sharp line of his cheekbone with your fingertips. Your pinky finger accidentally brushes one of his tendrils, and -

And suddenly all of the feelings he's emmitting subconsciously register in your brain, and the two of you crash into each other, hands roaming over warm skin as your limbs tangle, your bodies pressing together as if they were never separate. His lips taste like home, like the comforting gloom of the sea floor and the gentle press of water against your skin, like silver bubbles and luminescent waves.

There's only a few things that you can fathom right now: he loves you, he wants you, and you love him and want him too.

It's those things that stay in your mind. Not the infernal Jedi Code, not the war, not the Jedi Council, not the Republic, not the Senate, not the Separatists, not even the Sith - no, just Kit, just Kit and his hot mouth and his wandering hands as he kisses you, seven feet underwater.

And then he pulls back, the corners of his glorious mouth pulling into a grin as your hand trails down his abdomen and over the ridges of muscle, pausing when your fingertips to catch in his waistband. His obsidian eyes dance, a whirlpool of passion.

'Took us long enough, didn't it, sweet?'

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showstopper35 · 1 year

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Kit Fisto x Jedi! Reader Headcanons

a/n: it’s 2023 and I still love him. you’re welcome.

-Always visits you before and after his missions, and you do the same. -Trading small smiles in the hallways

-Leaving you little sticky notes with hearts or compliments on the inside of your door

-Linking pinkies underneath the table in the mess hall

-Annoying Plo with inside jokes that only you two get

-He will send some of his troopers to compliment you. You do the same with yours. Both of your commanders are tired.

-On the rare occasion where you are completely alone, he likes to just hold you, briefly pressing kisses to your forehead.

-He’s loved you forever and you know that. He knows the same. And you love each other in your own quiet ways, despite the rules.

-Greeting each other with large smiles after long missions, knowing the y mean the promise of each other’s arms to come.

-If a mission went particularly bad, he always slips you a sweet treat in your quarters.

-Lets you play with his tendrils when you’re stressed

-Gives astoundingly good massages

-Loves swimming with you and always compliments you in your swimsuit. Seeing you in the water makes him so happy.

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firstofficerwiggles · 1 month

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Congratulations on hitting your milestone! I'm new to your blog, but cannot wait to binge read your masterlist!

If you're comfortable writing for him, could I get a lovely romantic message from our dear Kit Fisto? I am obsessed with the beach and all things water, so I know we'd be a great match.

If not, then could I request something from Fives? I've been going through a bit of a rough patch so any encouragement from either would make my day!

Thank you lovely! Again, I cannot wait to read your works and absolutely gush over them! I hope you have a wonderful day!

Thank you so much!! And welcome to the blog, I hope you have fun reading my fics 😊 I love Kit Fisto too, so I am very happy to write you a message from him. I’m imagining he’s off doing Jedi things and then writing to you with plans for a nice romantic vacation together.

Hello my dear,

Your last message made me so happy, I love hearing from you and knowing what you’ve been up to while I’m away. I can’t tell you how much I miss you. Everything here is much better than it was a few days ago. These citizens needed a lot of Jedi negotiations to help them resolve their differences, but I am pleased to report that finally they were able to make some compromises and come to an agreement. As such, I’m already getting ready to leave and head back to you. I should get there the day after tomorrow. I would love it if you could meet me at the dock, and no not just because I want a nice hug and kiss hello. I was thinking that rather than coming straight home, I could pick you up and whisk you away to one of my favorite places, the beaches of Scarif. It’s been a while since I’ve had some leave and when I asked, the council was very happy to grant me a couple weeks. I know it’s short notice, but I’m hoping you can arrange to come with me. I know how much you would love it there. In hopes that you’ll say yes, I’ve rented one of the beach bungalows at a resort. Just picture it, we could be enjoying delicious tropical drinks with the little umbrellas in them and letting our cares melt away in a matter of days. We can swim in the gorgeous, warm turquoise waters. They are crystal clear and you can see so many beautiful fish. I even have an aqua breather for you so you can dive down deep with me. I know you will love it. Then later on we can take nice long walks along the sand and find the perfect spot for watching the sunset. They even have places where you are allowed to build a bonfire on the beach where we can cook our dinner over the open flames and then spend all evening, cuddled together and gazing at the stars. And when you’re tired, we can go back to our bungalow with its soft bed draped in gauzy white fabric, the epitome of beachy relaxation. It will be paradise, but only if you’re there with me, my love. Write to me and tell me yes, I look forward to it so much.

Love,

Kit

#kit fisto #jedi master kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto x you #star wars #wiggles follower celebration

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catsnkooks · 23 days

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Hiiiiiii ❤️❤️❤️

Kit Fisto - are those tentacles prehensile? 😏

THESE ARE THE THOTS THAT I WAS WAITING FOR !!!!

ok i want to say......yes? but not like that much

like for a smutty example:

i think they'd be prehensile enough to maybe pluck at a nipple while he's making out with you. or maybe when he's eating you out, enough to maybe tease your holes or other sensitive bits

now,,,,,how prehensile his tentadick is,,,,,,,,that's another questions hehehehehe

#thots night #thots weekend #kit fisto x reader

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eloquentmoon · 8 months

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My new Kit Fisto x Reader fic just dropped! This is a two shot, with an F!Jedi!Twi'lek!Reader that starts off as fluff and tumbles into smut. This fic is very much 18+ and NSFW.

I just dropped the first part, it's 2k words, and part two will be out soon once I've had more time to finesse some bits.

It's called The Master Duellist and The Master Scholar and was written in response to two prompts for Kit Fisto that @dukeoftheblackstar and @naboosands submitted to me: Brushing dirt off of their face, and finding excuses to be alone together.

Thank you for the prompts, I've had some much fun spending more time with our favourite Nautolan 💚

Click here to read part one.

#kit fisto #kit fisto fanfiction #kit fisto fic #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto x you #eloquentmoon #ao3 #star wars fic

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helpinghanikan · 1 year

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Domestic December Day 5

Kit Fisto: Good night kisses

Technically you didn’t live in the same place, but that didn’t stop him from spending most of his night’s at yours. This made it easier to find him when he’s planet side. Especially when you get a little message in the middle of the day that he’s made it back.

He’s usually home by the time you get back. Taking the time to make himself at home in your apartment. Chest deep in your bed before you even got the chance to take your shoes off.

“Come here,” He says simply when you reach the doorway. His hands reaching out towards you.

You don’t argue or say anything really. All you can do is crawl over the bed towards him. Until he can reach your face and bring you close enough to kiss.

He kisses deeply. Groaning from finally getting ahold of you after however long it’s been. It could be a week, it could be a day, a week, or even a year. No matter what time it was, Kit was going to find a way home.

#reader insert #star wars #star wars reader insert #star wars imagine #Kit fisto #Kit fisto x reader #Domestic December #I love this man

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make-me-maverick · 1 year

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interest check…is there any demand out there for, say, a Plo Koon/Reader/Kit Fisto fic? slow slow burn, lots of pining, a lot of some angst, comedic fluff and a bit of swoon? just, y’know, hypothetically…

lmk i would like to hear opinions

#plo koon x reader #kit fisto x reader

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secondratefiction · 1 year

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N S F W Alphabet (A-H) - Kit Fisto

(I already hate myself for this. Not a damn on of you is allowed to judge me here)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kit is clingy immediately after, all he wants is to keep you close and kiss your shoulders and forehead. Let him, please, his whole heart melts if you return the affection.

Now, depending on how things have gone he may need few minutes - just close his eyes for 10-15 minutes while he lays there with you - but then he's extremely attentive to whatever you may want or need: Getting the both of you cleaned up. Do you need anything to drink? Eat? Did you want to take a bath? He would be more than happy to take a bath with you.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

It's not something he's boastful about, but Kit's always been fairly proud of his legs. He's a strong swimmer and it shows in the tone and definition.

On you however, it has to be your hair. Since Nautolans don't grow hair, it was always something he was morbidly curious about but never really had the opportunity to explore before the two of you got together. You've quit literally sat there and watched Kit zone out playing with your hair, apparently fascinated.

On a slightly dirtier note, Kit's found he is also a very big fan of the sounds you make and the way your body arches when he pulls on it.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

It's bioluminescent. It has something to do with how dark it can be under water… or something… honestly you were a little too far gone to understand anything more complex than your own name when he was trying to explain it.

Once, you pulled back and smiled at him before opening your mouth to show him you'd swallowed all of it. Except, he could see small little glowing spots on your tongue and around the back of your throat. He was hard again so fast it was almost physically painful.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It's not so much that he would leave the Order for you, but it's the fact he knows he's supposed to feel conflicted about it… but he doesn't. Kit doesn't want to leave the jedi, but if it came down to it and he had to make a decision, he's known for a long time now that it would be you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

The Jedi Code does not require celibacy, and Kit himself has a very easy going approach to everything. So while he hasn't had many partners in his life there have been a few. None that he ever felt serious or strongly about before you though.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything involving water - shower, bath, lakes, hell, even just out in the rain. He comes from an aquatic species, all the jokes about him jumping at any chance to get in the water had to come from somewhere.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kit is notorious for his calm demeanor, this of course bleeds into many aspects of his life - intimacy not excluded.

There's lots of those soft smiles, sometimes little quips and such that'll get a chuckle out of you in the right moment. But he's also serious in the sense that he's focused on you, and the two of you enjoying the time you're getting to spend together.

A middle ground of sorts that really suits him when you stop to think about it.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clearly hair isn't exactly an issue for him… but Kit does try to stay mostly on top of his personal care routine when he can. Sometime, when you're deployed for long periods of time, some things can fall by the wayside; but he still takes as much care as he can afford himself.

#star wars #kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #kit fisto smut #smut alphabet

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eykismyfav · 2 years

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Star Wars One Shots

Important Note: I will write fluff and angst but no smut or self harm I’m just not comfortable writing it.

Request Are Open

Prompt List

General Masterlist

❤️‍🩹- Angst, 💕-Fluff, 💔- Self Doubt/ Insecurity

People I Write For -

Prequels

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Another Pathetic Life Form on Tatooine Obi-Wan Kenobi x Force Sensitive!Child!reader 💕

Qui-Gon Jinn

Anakin Skywalker

Padmé Amidala

Darth Maul

Owen Lars ( I said what I said I want to write for him..)

The Clone Wars

Captain Rex

Don’t Let this End Here Captain Rex x Jedi!reader ❤️‍🩹 💕

Fives

Jesse

Kix

Worse Than the General Clone Trooper Kix x Jedi!reader 💕

Ahsoka Tano

Echo

Kit Fisto

The Bad Batch

Hunter

Wrecker

Tech

Crosshair

Omega (Platonic only for obvious reasons.)

Original Trilogy

Han Solo

Leia Organa

Luke Skywalker

Miscellaneous Characters

Boba Fett

Mando

(I have not watch all the sequels so I’m not gonna write for them.)

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emzalot · 2 years

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Possible fic idea?

Okay, so, you know those tiktoks of girls trying out that pheromone oil on their s/o’s or trying it for a week to see if people treat them differently and they do?

I hope we’re on the same page here, but I have this idea- (transitioning to Star Wars here)

We all know that Kit Fisto is very sensitive to pheromones because he’s Nautolan and they can also use pheromones to communicate which is super cool and all that… you see where I’m going with this?(😈) What if Y/n happened to buy some pheromone oil just for kicks or totally on purpose as their secret little science experiment, and they put it on before a mission meeting or a meeting with the Jedi council to debrief them on their latest mission or whatever, and Master Fisto is just freakin wired- like he’s mentally malfunctioning because the pheromone oil is making them smell like a freakin dream. I wonder if he’d be able to pick it up before they even entered the room. I’m genuinely curious to see how this would work physiologically with a Nautolan and all. But also, the idea of Kit Fisto trying desperately to compose himself around multiple other force sensitive beings when his senses are being overwhelmed like that, is so. freakin. entertaining.

My fellow Star Wars fans, please let me know what you think!

#emi vents #fic idea #another wip #star wars clone wars #Star Wars #kit fisto #kit fisto x reader #jedi council #clone wars

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labrats-and-clonetroopers · 2 years

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“Ignorant” Kit Fisto x Reader Drabble, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Masterlist

Star Wars Masterlist

Request Guidelines

Relationship: Romantic

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The moment you see him you’re reminded of someone else.

It’s because of the athletic build, you think. After all, you’ve seen many nautolans over the years that never triggered the memory of that particular one. You’re not even sure why the memory is still so strong. Maybe it was because you had been mildly disappointed when he died. So much potential wasted.

You study the face of the jedi now striding over to the bar. You lean back in the darkened booth at the corner of the establishment, nursing a drink you won’t bring to your lips. You think it’s possible he could be related to that barbaric creature; force sensitivity tends to cling to bloodlines.

Yes, the physical resemblance is strong, but the similarities end there. The nautolan speaking smoothly to the bartender is a jedi of calm, disciplined bearing. Nothing like the feral being that was carved to pieces by jedi blades.

You focus, filtering through the buzz of the nightclub, listen to the jedi’s carefully worded questions. They’re exactly what you expect them to be, given the rather interesting events of last night.

The jedi’s conversation is fruitless. He’s disappointed, you can sense that, but an air of optimism still hangs over him. His eyes sweep over the room, over the customers painted in the neon of the pulsating lights, most half drunk or high, sly hands passing credits under tables.

His gaze settles on your partially shadowed form. It lingers for a moment, before he makes up his mind and walks in your direction.

You sigh. You know he didn’t sense anything; you’re far too careful, but your species tends to catch the curious eye wherever you go. People aren’t used to seeing Pau’ans on Coruscant, especially lurking around in the lower levels.

Technically, you’re a hybrid, but your heritage is too clearly evident. Too much associated with those features, as though simply because a species can live so many centuries means that every member is a wise advisor.

“Is this seat taken?” the jedi inquires brightly.

You tilt your head. Hearing it up close, you think you rather like his voice. It’s pleasing, though it’s hardly the only thing about him that you find appealing…but that’s irrelevant. Talking to a jedi would be irresponsible. If you sulk, and act irritated and drunk enough, you know he’ll end up just passing on by.

You shake your head and make a loose, welcoming gesture. “No, feel free.”

He obliges, sliding across from you. “Kit Fisto,” he introduces himself, “And you?”

You smile. “I don’t make a habit of handing out my name so easily, even to a noble jedi.”

He’s amused. “You don’t find value in exchanging pleasantries?”

“I still haven’t yet decided if it would worth the effort.”

He laughs. “I’m wounded.”

You shrug. “I’m just being pragmatic. A jedi rarely introduces themselves to strangers without an ulterior motive.”

There’s a glimmer in his eye as he responds, “Well, unless you happen to know who attacked the Chancellor last night, I think we can put aside any ulterior motives.”

You raise an eyebrow and smirk slightly. “So this is about pleasure when you’re supposed to be working.” You cross your arms. “I’m afraid you’ve found the wrong girl for that.”

“I think you misunderstand my intentions,” Kit quickly corrects, “I don’t prefer to rush into things.”

This surprises you. You frown, noticing the slight somber cast over his aura. “Now this is curious,” you muse, “A jedi who’s a romantic. Seems rather like a sin.”

“Just need to breathe once in a while,” is his reply, his voice quieter than before.

It disturbs you that you can’t tell if he’s lying, if maybe he had sensed something and is constructing a ruse to further investigate. Or if he is simply a weary jedi whose code just isn’t quite sustaining him. You’re in the dark, and after so many years it feels so foreign. Vulnerable, ignorant of the truth.

You lean forward, your face not far from his handsome features, close enough that he can clearly see the perilous sharpness of your fangs.

“Maybe we can see where tonight leads.”

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The Aid

A Kit Fisto x reader fanfic PT1

It was a cold, dark night were you found yourself walking with no destination or purpose on your eyes, for they were empty and as dark as the sky above you with no star to bring any light to them. You had been walking for hours on end, the pain in your legs nipping at the back of your brain yet you found it strangely comforting, the fact that you could still feel something after the whole mess that was that day. You had basically lost the whole year after your had failed yet another final, the moment your mom found out she called you only to scream at you and on top of all of that you had found out that day that your only friend was not only the asshole that had spread rumors about you, she also told your mom your disappointing grade. You recalled such memories with the hope that they would make you feel anything yet the hole on your chest only grew bigger, it felt like the black hole that lived in your chest had been with you since the day you were born since this void was all you ever knew, you had never been happy outside from a few fleeting moments that ultimately brought you back to an even bigger hole. That day was different though, you had a resolve, one that was too cruel to even mention, one that brought you to your knees and finally allowed you to feel something other than pain; cold, it was cold, so cold that you could see the clouds that left your mouth with every breath you took, and out of nowhere bitter tears started to fall from your eyes as you thought with great care that you didn't want such end yet you felt as if there was nothing else, like this was where the path ended before you found yourself falling off a cliff into the darkness. The confusion of everything that you did and didn't feel made you tired on a way that you had never experienced before, so tired in fact that it made you fall asleep right where you stood, or perhaps it wasn't that you were tired, perhaps it was your end.

Or at least that's what you thought as you opened your eyes, the view of a dimly lit metal room woke up the dormant sense of urgency on your inside to a point where you couldn't even recall just when you had gotten up from the also metallic bed and seemingly tried to fuse with the corner the moment you saw a group of people sitting on the corner of the room, on that moment your soul practically left your body with the pathetic squeak that accompanied it. As your eyes became used to the darkness you were able to figure out just who these people were and may the Force forgive you but your surely weren't expecting to see Obi-wan Kenobi, Anakin Skywalker and Ahsoka Tano right in front of you, by now it was evident that you did infact die back on your world since everything felt to real to be a dream.

—There's no need to be so scared—said Ahsoka, your favorite character from the franchise since you first saw her, lifting her palm open hands as to show that she had nothing on them—we just want to ask you some questions.

You swallowed thickly as you gave them a small nod, yet you didn't move from the corner even when you knew that they would do nothing to harm you, or so you thought.

—Great, so let us introduce ourselves first—started off Obi-wan, who was sitting on a chair while Anakin and Ahsoka where standing, such an image carefully planed to display power to anyone who didn't know them—I am Master Obi-wan Kenobi, this is knight Anakin Skywalker and padawan Ahsoka Tano.

The three of them looked at you waiting for you to introduce yourself, but just as you were about to answer them you felt a pinch on the back of your neck just mere second before the whole room shook and a voice that you recognized came from a clone explained the situation, the light cruiser had been unexpectedly attacked by separatists ships that came out of hyperspace so the presence of the generals was needed. Before you could say anything they left you alone, the pinch on your neck seemed to whisper to you, telling you to leave, to explore, to help and as if you were crazy you listened to it. After what felt like an eternity you left the room, your legs pained you yet you still walked until you found a window that allowed you to look outside, two separatist ships going all out on the lone cruiser, the image of such a battle weights on your subconscious with the idea that you had to do something accompanied by it.

You lifted up your hands, as if meaning to grab something, next you closed your eyes and by an instinct that you didn't even knew you had you reached into something you couldn't excatly name, all you knew is that it felt like pressure was building on the inside of your spine and traveled with such ease up your arms onto the tip of your fingers. Even with your eyes closed you could see the engine room, in there a red button caught your eye and as if your were inside you pressed it, with your eyes open you were back on the ship, the magnificent view of the explosion of one of the cruiser which tipped off towards the one next to it destroying it the moment it crushed with it, who would have thought that such a violent act would be so beautiful to witness. You would have stayed there on shock if it wasn't because of the voice you loved so much, Ahsoka quickly lit up her lightsabers and looked at you with and expression you couldn't name, it seemed like anger, but also surprise and maybe even a little bit of sadness.

—I swear I didn't mean to explode it, I just wanted to turn it off—you stuttered your way thru your sentence with your eyes focused on the floor—I just felt like I needed to help, I'm sorry.

Apparently convinced with those words she resumed her position and so did her lightsabers on her belt, but still you weren't any less afraid specially when she grabbed your arm and directed you to what you liked to call the brain of the ship, if you hadn't just screwed yourself up you would be framing this moment. In there stood the other two Jedi along with the countless number of clones, yet the only ones that looked at you two were the first mentioned, it looked like somehow they had found out what you did and even though they didn't know you they looked disappointed, the same way Ahsoka looked at you. You really thought you had scaped that look.

—I'm sorry, I just wanted to turn it off—you said defeated, once again lowering your stare to the floor.

A comforting arm landed on your shoulder—It's alright, you actually helped us—you looked to your left side, and for the first time since you arrived you looked at her on the eyes, she was the first person you had looked on the eyes since forever.

The noice of the engine turned your attention away from her to the big window infront of you, you had dreamed of this moment since the first time you saw it on the cinema, your heart raced with all it's might as your eyes opened, the way the stars formed into a straight line as you jumped into hyperspace and the rush from it made your body feel as if it was on a rollercoaster, if the explosion from before was beautiful then there were simply no words to describe such a spectacle. Your surprise carried all the way over to the first look of Coruscant, where you were taken all the way to the High Council, their stares on you made you fidget with your fingers and your sight wouldn't even leave the floor, it was a pitiful sight really, that the one who destroyed two cruisers without breaking a sweat was shy because of a bunch of dignified monks staring at her.

—Much training you need—said Yoda—too old you are as well.

—I don't want to be a Jedi—you spoke, barely even above a whisper.

—Then what do you want to be?—now Windu was talking to you, no man scared you more than him and the fact that you said nothing made it even worse—whatever it is, we need to test you first, now if you could tell me what pictures I'm looking at on this holopad.

Your mind was blank, not even on that damned exam were you this nervous, but if there was one thing that your dear mother, being a yoga instructor, thaugh you was how to breathe correctly to concentrate, so you followed her advice even though it hurt your pride to do so. Weirdly enough you started seeing colours, so you said them out loud, blue, blue, green and so on, you were almost finished if the sound of multiple lightsabers igniting didn't almost make you jump back, surely you had fucked up that bad, right? So you opened one of your eyes, next the other one since you had seen that you weren't in danger and to everyone's surprised you were absolutely right. Every single one was right, normally you would think it was suspicious but since they said nothing your kept your mouth shut as well.

This display of strength paired with your ability to regulate your breath under the intense stare of the council made the opinion that some of them had on you change, so the moment when a vote to either kick you out or keep you came a comforting number of hands rose on favor of keeping you. They didn't give you an amazing job, or allow you to follow them or anything, but in all honesty being a janitor was far better than anything, after all what could a person as shy as you do when you couldn't even look at anyone in the eyes? Still this job came with it's perks, you were able to browse the library, that way learning their writing and many other facts that you couldn't wait to show off in your home, on the other side, you were learning from the recordings you took of the Jedi sparring sessions. You could only get so far with recordings so you improvised some of your moves on the arena when everyone was supposed to be asleep, key word supposed. Master Kit Fisto had kept a close eye on you from the beginning, although he had accepted you into the temple it didn't mean he didn't hold any suspicions about you, so he watched you study, clean and learn with a shimmer to your aura, like this was where you were supposed to be, needles to say Kit Fisto was no longer suspicious of you when he finally approached you with the opportunity to learn from him, to learn from a master, he watched you hesitate for a few seconds shorter than anticipated and like the master expected you agreed, what he didn't expect though was that you looked up at him into her eyes.

Perhaps being in your element made you a fast learner to everyone who saw you move like you had been taught, but to a few it was your perseverance and dedication to the art, because even if you had to clean the most disgusting mess earlier or had spent countless hours at the library they could still find you at early hours of they day practicing until almost collapsing, to some it might seem like you were crazy, but for you it was the first time that you had fallen in love with something and stook with it. It was to be expected then that the day that master Yoda and master Windu saw you at 3 in the morning rehearsing the moves you had learned earlier and filling in the parts you didn't remember they called for a match between your master and you. It was also on this match, when you had forgotten what to do next and couldn't come up with something fast enough that you had no other choice but to grab the hilt of Kit's lightsaber when everyone, including you, found out that whenever a lightsaber touched you it would instantly turn off, still your ability did not matter, you had to keep going until your master decided to withdraw, then crowning you winner.

You stood yet again infront of the council, this time just looking down, when their final words about your future where uttered, but first, they asked you what you wanted to do.

—I have seen what the war has done to you—you started off low, but with every word you gained more confidence—I know it because I know the name of every Jedi the second they die—a new skill perhaps?—so I want to help. No, I must, I must be your Aid.

On your final words you looked up at them, at last coming up with the courage, helping your words reached them.

—That, you will be then—Yoda answered, almost proud of you.

You tried your hardest to not smile but sensing that it would be impossible you excused yourself where you finally gave your face the freedom to smile, to your surprise the Jedi that you first met and soon became your friends were waiting outside for you and upon seeing you smile in such a way they knew that whatever happened in there must have been good. Ahsoka was the first one to congratulate you with a hug, next came Anakin who apart from a hug placed his hand on your shoulder, you had never been so supported on your life, not even when you brought prices and excellent grades did your family congratulate you like this so you couldn't avoid the tears of happiness that left you eyes yet to not embarrass yourself further you quickly wiped them off with your smile intact expressing your gratitude, now it was your turn to wait for the masters to come out, each one of you gave you a smile and you bowed your head right back at them, even if you were thankful your attention was spent on looking of Obi-wan and Kit Fisto. When you finally saw them come out your legs moved practically on their on as you were next to them before they could even come close to you, your hands were held tightly together to try to hide your shaking, they were both smiling without saying anything and you couldn't help but think of the worst, just when you were about to speak master Fisto hugged you in such a way that the tears you were fighting so hard to keep away slipped, hearing your cries and shaky 'thank you' he let you go to wipe your tears with the back of his hand, if only he knew how much you had fantasized about someone doing that to you. Obi-wan also hugged you, you never had a father to begin with but if you had one it was easy to guess that this was what the embrace of one felt.

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