Chapters: 8/12
Fandom: Star Wars: Rebellion Era - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ahsoka Tano/Original Character(s), Original Character(s)/Original Characters(s)
Characters: Ahsoka Tano, Lassa Rhayme, Jame Blackthorn | Bryne Covenant | Taliesin Croft |Tempest (Original Character), Dani Faygan |Ishta (Original Character), Nola Vorserrie |Seoladen (Original Character), Meglann Florlin |Ina|Hammer (Original Character), Null-13 | Drop | Tarre Tredecima |Balor (Original Character), Talle Tredecima | Orla (Original Character), Alyysina Faygan’ii na’ Torstan’ii |Serquet |Sina (Original Character), Delilah Sal | ISB-023 | the Untrusted Other (Original Character), Jamelyn Blackthorn (Original Character), Nathaanan Betenn’ii (Original Character), Ardalen Nath (Original Character), Melis Nath (Original Character), Wren Shysa (Original Character)
Additional Tags: Family, Love, Healing, Medical Procedures, Espionage, echoes from the past, Polyamory
Series: Part 43 of Rise and Fight Again
Summary:
Rebellions may be built on hope, but they are built by unlikely allies—people you’d never think of as rebels.
Ahsoka Tano and the other Links of the Corellian Covenant Chain—Dani Faygan, Meglann Florlin, Nola Vorserrie, Lassa Rhayme, and even the Untrusted Other, Imperial Advisor Delilah Sal, go out into the galaxy to help restore light, in ways both large and small. What they and the Covenant of Corellia, the former Jedi Taliesin Croft, now known as Bryne Covenant attempt, will have affects on a group of Imperial doubters, as well as the budding Rebellion’s future fleet, and the life and happiness of a family dear to them all.
Along the way, they will find family thought to have been lost decades ago, and find a way to give hope to many.
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Imagine Din Djarin finding you asleep with Grogu.
i just wanna nap with grogu. this whole thing is entirely self indulgent, sue me.
written by: archie
He emerged from the refresher after an hour, body and beskar finally squeaky clean. Sand was always too good at getting inside his armour, and after being swallowed whole by the krayt dragon outside Mos Pelgo, he knew he’d stunk of stomach acids and monster’s insides. As soon as the Crest was in hyperspace, he’d excused himself away to save both you and the Child from living with scrunched noses.
He felt much better now as he climbed up the hatch into the cabin, only to be met with a sight that brought out surprising warmth in his chest.
There you were, curled up in the Crest’s passenger seat, fast asleep. Your boots on the edge of the seat and knees drawn to point at the roof. With a stray blanket draped over your form and head bowed as you dozed, you’d never looked so cosy.
He stayed quiet and turned to the other seat to check on the Child, too- But he wasn’t there.
His brows furrowed behind his helmet. He glanced around, wondering if he was hanging by his feet like he so often was, but no. He was nowhere.
A gloved hand reached out to your sleeping from, about to shake your shoulder to ask, but-!
A soft gurgle. A twitch beneath the blanket over your chest.
The building panic melted away like it’d never existed.
He stepped in close and took the corner of the blanket, lifting it ever so carefully to not disturb either of you… And was greeted by a sight that brought surprising warmth to his chest.
His troublesome green blob was bundled safely in your arms, eyes closed and ears flopped against the fabric of your shirt. His head was nestled into your chest as soft babbles and gurgles spilled from his mouth, a little thread of drool attaching him to your shirt. It left a tiny patch of wetness that was uncommonly cute. He’d never looked so peaceful, Din mused.
He raised his eyes to your face. Peaceful, tired. It was clear you loved the Child like he was your own. With that, Din trusted you like no other.
In a pure moment of affection, he extended his finger to run a knuckle delicately down the bridge of your nose, then touched lightly on the kid’s hairy head. Each of you shuffled slightly at his touch, but didn’t wake. It was no surprise: he’d put you both through a lot that day.
He smiled to himself and tucked the blanket back the way he’d found it, soon settling into the pilot seat. He leant back and crossed his arms, allowing his eyes to fall closed, too.
With any luck, he’d see the two of you in his dreams.
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A whole ass mood.
Nerdy Pedro with glasses, whispy curls under his headphones, focussing intently while editing a text, and wearing a Paris Review shirt (of all things. I wish this one would reappear)...
I love this so much.
It's is a whole ass mood for this week, I've decided.
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