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fromasgardandback · 10 months

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Not A Damsel In Distress

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Princess!Reader

description: A Sith Lord kidnaps you and you’re saved from a handsome Jedi Master.

word count: 1.3k

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It was another typical day on your planet. You were a princess of the kingdom, a loving ruler to your people, and a kind-hearted woman who everyone adored. You were fearless, a fighter, and a smart mouth when need be. Your elders did not like that, but who are they to comment when you were the one to end the civil war they started? You knew your place and what your duties were. You took your job very seriously, but when a powerful Sith Lord comes to your home planet and demands to either destroy every last living creature or take you, you did not hesitate to follow.

“You are a fool if you think that by killing me, you would be gaining my people and their planet. They are fierce, loyal, and honorable people.” You started fighting against the chains that held you to the cold, condensation concrete wall.

“And you princess are naïve. We did not take you because of your people and their “loyalty”. Your home planet drives on a powerful force that preserves life forms. You were in the way, we took you. Your home planet is blowing up as we speak.” One of the generals posted outside your cell talked back to you. You couldn’t help but chuckle at his stupidity.

“You are a fool. They will fight to the death to protect the given right to our natural elements. Nor do you know how to use them. You would not be able to use them correctly or to their full potential. Only certain people who are still alive on the planet know how to use these natural elements properly.” You spat at them, a slight smirk curling at the corner of your lips. “That would be such a shame to kill everyone, including the people you need to use the tool you’re looking for. Oh, but alas, you’ll never find them. Such a pity.” You smirked harder when the door opened to reveal the general standing outside your cell with an angry look.

“Back away, general. We need her alive.” Another voice followed, soon to take the form of a tall, older, gray-haired man. “Count Dooku. A pleasure to meet you, princess.” He creepily stared down at you with a serial killer smile.

“Count Dookie. Nice to meet you too. Say, which one of these bozos learned their wits from you. I can smell the desperation since we landed.” You smiled innocently as if you had not just insulted the Sith Lord.

“Keep it up. You won’t be showing your quick wits much longer. I don’t need you conscious to get what I need from you.” With that comment, he turned and walked away from your cell. The loud, metal-clinking doors closed, and as night settled in, you started to lose faith in someone coming to rescue you.

“Master Kenobi, we need your help. Our princess was taken by the Imperial Empire. We have valuable natural elements of our planet that they want. Please help us.” The kingdom elders spoke desperately in the hologram message R2D2 played.

“We need to find the Princess, Master. She is highly acclaimed and knowingly fighting against the Imperial armies.” Anakin said crossing his arms, looking at the hologram.

“I know the Princess personally. She is a fighter. Tell your men we are ready to leave.” Obi-Wan sternly said, nodding towards Anakin. What Obi-Wan didn’t tell Anakin was how he knew the Princess. They met on Corasaunt when she came to talk to the council about having Jedi assistance. She was fierce and quick-witted, and even though it was against the Jedi Code, Obi-Wan fell for her. Rather fast that it surprised him.

Obi-Wan, Anakin, and the 501st landed their ships in the docking bay of the Imperial ship. Anakin ordered Rex to go search the area for any known threat and the two Jedi searched for the kidnapped Princess. You sat there waiting to be rescued, listening to the droids continuously say “roger roger” over their intercoms every time they got an order. It became a game that each time they responded with the double word. Although you forced yourself to find some peace and solace in your cell. Besides th droids being completely annoying and useless, it was rather quiet. A little while longer you heard the electric sound of lightsabers being used down the hall.

“Secure the Princess. They’ve come to save her.” A general droid said to the other lower life form droids.

“Roger Roger.” The comment only made you laugh, and a little too loudly.

“Come here, Jedi.” They said going to shoot them, but instead came falling to the floor.

“I’ll get the Princess. Find Count Dooku.” Obi-Wan instructed Anakin.

“Yes, Master,” Anakin responded leaving. Obi-Wan used the Force to open the cell doors and release you of your chains.

“Master Kenobi. How’d you find me?” You smiled thankfully, watching him release you.

“Princess Y/N, Sith Lords are our specialty,” Obi-Wan smirked cutting your ties loose. You rubbed your wrists where the chains had been and followed Obi-Wan out.

“Fighting is mine.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck, and hugging him closely. “Thank you for saving me, Obi. I knew it would be a Jedi. I’m delighted that it was you.” You tried to fight back the blush creeping onto your cheeks.

“I couldn’t let my best girl be taken forever, now could I?” He smugly smiled. You rolled your eyes at his playful antics, a side only you got to see.

“Let’s get out of here, I practically know my way around this forsaken ship.” You followed behind him. Once you got into the elevator and no cameras, people, or droids around, you sneakily leaned up and kissed his cheek. His face started to turn a shade of red as the doors opened to reveal a disgruntled-looking Anakin. His hair was all over the place and he was slightly panting.

“Anakin, are you ok?” You asked him, tenderly looking out for your secret love’s Padawan.

“I am fine, Princess. Thank you for your concern.” Anakin nodded placing his lightsaber back on his belt. “I found Count Dooku.” Not long after his sentence, the Count came down the hall after Anakin, lightsaber in hand.

“Princess.” Dooku seethed. “A shame you must die for your actions here.”

“Ah, Count Dookie. Tell me, did you wake up one day and decide to be an evil white-out raisin with no personal life but following orders as a pitiful man because you have no backbone or what?” You said putting your hands on your hips. Both Anakin and Obi-Wan tried to keep in their chuckle, but both failed to do so laughing at your quickness.

“You think you’re smart, Princess. I will not hesitate to destroy you.” But what he didn’t take into account was that your insult was a distraction that had the Count flustered long enough for Obi and Anakin could apprehend him.

“It’s a beautiful night,” Obi-Wan commented looking at the sky on your balcony overlooking the ocean on your home planet.

“It is stunning. I wake up to this each morning.” You said looking up at him. “You could enjoy this view every morning too. I told you, you were welcome anytime.” You gently placed a fallen hair behind his ear.

“I wish I could. It’s against the order, you know that.” Obi-Wan sadly looked down.

“Attachments are forbidden. Love is not an attachment, only a pure gift few get to indulge in. Indulge in it with me, even if it’s just for the night?” You pleaded with him, gently holding one side of his face in your hand.

“For you, I’d give up the order.” Obi-Wan closed the gap between the both of you. He held you close to his chest, kissing you deeper with years of emotion.

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bellarkeselection · 3 months

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Our Little Kenobi part 2

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Request from @starvingbrokestudent Can you do a super sweet pregnancy fic with Obi Wan? Like the reader finds out she’s pregnant after fertility issues and Obi Wan is just so excited?! And how they try to keep it a secret from the council and eventually she has a baby boy?

Sitting down in my chair in the council room I was currently the only person in the room. The meeting didn't start for another few minutes and I was getting slower with the pregnancy. My reflexes weren't as sharp and sooner or later others would notice too. I heard footsteps coming around the corner but my shoulders loosened seeing Obi-Wan. He sits down next to me sending me a look. “How are you feeling today, Y/n?”

“I have been throwing up all morning to be honest. I barely made it to this.” I responded to him rubbing my eyes trying to wake myself up.

Obi wan sent me a sad smile. “I'm sorry for causing you discomfort.”

“I don’t regret the night we spent together. I just wish it didn't make me sick every morning.” I reassured my fellow jedi master.

He nodded, clasping his hands together staring at me until we heard more footsteps coming towards the large and open room. I saw Yoda and Windu come inside and the other Jedi master members followed their heels. They sat down in their chairs where I began feeling nervous and twiddled my fingers together in my lap. “Looking at the war effort we have. Need someone to rescue Jabas son we do.”

“Master L/n, we have considered you since you are the most fluent in his language.” Windu explained looking in my direction.

Yoda pointed his finger at me. “Most useful you will be on this you will be.”

“Oh masters, I am not sure I can go.” I stuttered running a hand through my hair feeling my face turning red trying to not make it obvious of the reason why.

Obi wan kept his cool, sitting more upright on his chair. It had been a few months since I had told him I was pregnant with his soon to be child. We knew the rules that we had vowed to the council and the laws that were in place. “Do you care to tell us why that is exactly?”

“Oh uh…I have been feeling sick the last couple of weeks. I suppose it must be a stomach bug.” I clasped my hands together in my lap.

Yoda tapped his fingers on his chin. “Understand it is. Rest and get better you should. Send Kenobi in your place we shall.”

“Forgive me, Master Yoda. But I must back out as well. I have sworn to train some of the younglings months before the war started.” He held his hands up placing his hands on his knees praying that they couldn’t sense his nervousness.

Master Windu rose to his feet but he doesn’t seem angry or suspicious of the responses we had given him. “We understand you’re commitment, Master Kenobi. We will decide someone else to begin the search for Jabba's son to prevent a war with his army against the Republic.”

“Thank you for understanding, Masters.” I bowed my head rising to my feet before leaving the room.

Obi wan had got to his feet too doing the same but he would go in the opposite direction of where I had and wait a few minutes for them to clear the room. Then he would follow me back to my quarters like we had talked about the night before. I sat down on the edge of my bed burying my face in my hands. “We can’t possibly keep this up forever…it’s just not possible.”

“I wish that you weren’t right about that.” Whipping my head towards the voice I saw Obi Wan had slipped his way into my room without me knowing.

Slumping my shoulders I signed laying down on my back counting the lines on the ceiling till he came over and the bed dipped at his new weight. “Obi wan…I didn’t hear you come in.”

“That’s not a bad thing when we have something to hide from the council. I am just glad that they don’t seem to suspect anything.” He responded by running his hands through his locks.

Turning my head in his direction I said what we were both trying not to think about. The fact that we may have to abandon our entire lives here because of the infant. “Obi-Wan, we'll have to leave here won't we?”

“If anyone on the council suspects us. Yes we will have too. I'll have to break my promise to Qui Gon to train Anakin…to honor my promise to remain by your side now and for however long our lives may last.” He interviewed his hands together in his lap.

I paused just watching him take in a few breaths. Obi-Wan and I had been friends for years so it was almost impossible for us to not fall in love with each other. We knew the other inside and out. We were bonded together, possibly even for life. But not yet in marriage. Over the past few weeks I had been deciding I wanted to be given his last name. I wanted my child to be able to address as a full born Kenobi. Reaching up I touched his shoulder making him look at me. “Obi, there's something I wanna do.”

“What is it, my darling?” He asked softly.

Leaning forward I kissed him quietly for a moment and he leaned into the kiss smiling till I drew back. “I know you already asked me to marry you so let’s do it this evening. I wish to become your wife tonight.”

“Who would we get to perform the ceremony?”

“Padme, she and Anakin had R2D2 and C3po do their wedding.” I replied.

Obi wan paused before rising to his feet and he held his hands out to me helping me stand up with him. I squeezed his hands before he leaned down kissing my forehead leaving the room going to find the members that we needed. “I’ll get everything set and ready. I’ll see you in your dress later, Y/n.” As soon as I had told Padme she was over the moon even giving me one of her very first princess dresses to wear as my wedding gown. Obi wan decided that we should get married on the temple roof at sunset which I found very romantic in my opinion.

Padme and Anakin were standing in the center of the roof with Obi wan by his padawan. C-3PO was standing in the center of the group. R2D2 was rolling in front of me, throwing some flowers until he reached the others. Obi wan lifted his head and immediately was at a loss for words seeing me before him. The dress I had on had long sleeves that were made of lace and I had a short heel on with my hair loose except for two strands tired back. Padme wiped away some tears. “I don’t think much needs to be said here. All of us who are here right now know that these two wouldn’t be doing this if they didn’t really love one another. So the vows if you would.”

“Y/n, I love you more than I thought I could anyone. And I have to say I am so grateful that I now join my life with yours.” Obi wan intertwined my hands with his, slipping the wedding band on my ring finger.

Squeezing my hands that were holding mine I chuckled, slipping the band on his finger trying to not cry too much on the borrowed dress from my best friend. “I love you to the stars, Obi. I know we didn’t plan the baby. But we have always been a good pair together so I am so excited to be your wife after today.”

“It is my great pleasure to now pronounce you husband and wife.” Padme declares looking at Anakin.

He smiled between the two of us. “Obi-wan and Y/n Kenobi sounds rather good to me.”

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lacontroller1991 · 1 year

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Solitude (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

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Summary: While on Tatooine, Obi-Wan stumbles upon someone in need of help, someone he thought was long dead.

Warnings:none really

Word Count: 1.3k

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After two weeks of living on Tatooine, Obi-Wan fully understood why Anakin hates sand. No matter where you stand on the planet, there is bound to be grains of sand practically embedded into your skin. On the first couple of days of his residency, he tried to sweep the sand out of his rocky cave, but sand always came back in, so he gave up, chuckling to himself as he recounts tales Anakin has told him about how the sand literally gets everywhere. The more and more he thinks about what Anakin has told him over the years, the more he realizes that Anakin has always been right. Anakin was right about the Council being manipulated. Anakin was right about the sand. Anakin was right about Obi-Wan’s feelings towards you and in his own hubris, Obi-Wan didn’t believe him.

Well, it doesn’t matter now. Not when everybody he’s known and cared for has died. Sighing in regret, Obi-Wan gets out of his bed and looks around his barren cave. How did things fall apart so quickly?

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You pinch the bridge of your nose as you look around you, only spotting sand for miles on end. After successfully contacting at least one surviving Jedi, Yoda didn’t waste any time in telling you to fly to Tatooine to complete your training. How are you supposed to complete your training? The wise GrandMaster didn’t tell you, but he sure did give you coordinates to Tatooine.

Fiddling with a bracelet on your wrist, you smile fondly at the piece of jewelry before a frown falls on your face. You remember the last time you’ve seen Obi-Wan like it was yesterday, except it was about a year ago and you don’t know if he’s alive or if he was one of the fallen, massacred by the clones. Stashing your lightsaber in the hem of your pants, you quickly make your way towards the town, hopefully finding something, anything, that will guide you to where Yoda wants you to go.

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“Thank you very much.” Obi-Wan bows to the stable keeper before walking over and taking a hold of the reins of his eopie, Akkani, guiding her out of the stable and into the warm Tatooine evening. It wasn’t his first choice to be a meat butcher, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Despite the twin suns setting, Anchorhead seems busier than it was in the morning causing Obi-Wan to look around in suspense, hoping that no one will recognize him; however his search is stopped when he catches a whiff of something… familiar.

Deciding to follow in the direction of the scent, Obi-Wan guides Akkani until he hears muffled warbling with a female voice, a voice that’s too familiar. “It can’t be.” He ties Akkani to a post and rounds the corner and low and behold, you’re being backed into a corner, surrounded by a multitude of large, threatening figures. Obi-Wan bites his lip in contemplation. It’s obvious that it’s you and Obi-Wan can’t help but feel his heart beat again by being near you, but, he has a duty to the boy, to Anakin, to protect the boy from anything and anyone that poses a threat and if he comes out of hiding to protect you, he risks unnecessary exposure that could ruin everything.

The thought that he would put Luke over you makes him pause in contemplation. Is he seriously going to still follow the same set of beliefs that killed his brother? Is he going to put you underneath a one year old?

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“I don’t have anything you want.” You try to cower into yourself, making yourself as small as possible so it wouldn’t be easy for them to hit but to no avail as the aliens keep pressing in, angrily warbling in their language, a language you can’t understand. Now realistically, you could easily take them on. You could easily put them in their place, but that would require the use of the force and a lightsaber and if anyone saw, you’d be hanged.

“There you are,” a voice interrupts and your eyes open sharply, trying to locate the voice. The voice that is so unmistakable. The voice that you have missed. The voice that you have dreamed about. The voice that gains the attention of your assailants who turn around, leaving a small spot for you to crawl out of toward the someone who has taken your breath away on more than one occasion. “Sorry for any commotion my wife has caused, she’s a troublemaker. How can I fix this?” Obi-Wan’s hand grips onto your bicep, gently pulling your shocked body up and behind him, keeping a firm hand on your wrist as the aliens wave their hand dismissively, deeming Obi-Wan a threat enough to not really bother with it as they walk away, leaving you and Obi-Wan alone in the alley.

“Obi?” You face him, looking into the same pair of eyes that you’re in love with before Obi-Wan is pressing a hand against your mouth, his eyes hard and the gears in his head turning.

“Shh, you can’t say that name out loud. They’re looking for me. It’s Ben. Only Ben. Understand?” You nod your head in agreement as he removes his hand from your mouth only for you to jolt forward, jumping into his arms and letting out a cry in relief.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I know, I thought you were dead too.” Obi-Wan clutches onto you tighter, scared that if he were to let go then you would once again disappear. He can’t deny how his heart is practically pounding in his chest. All those feelings he had tried to suppress are now coming to the surface and he holds onto you just a little bit tighter, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent. “How did you find me? Why are you here?”

“Our old teacher sent me. He told me that I would finish my training here. I didn’t know why, but I guess now I do. I have something to tell you,” you comment, pulling away from him and taking his face into your hands. “I love you. I know you probably don’t return my feelings as you’ve never given me any indication whenever you were around, but I don’t want to hide from my feelings anymore. Ben, I love you so much and I would rather be damned than not tell you.”

“Oh my dear.” Obi-Wan doesn’t know what to say. He has longed to hear those words for years but his duty had always tied him down, and now he has a duty to protect the boy and he doesn’t know what complications you could cause. “Kriff the complications,” Obi-Wan comments to himself, confusing you for a split second before he’s crashing his lips to yours, the Force around you exploding as you kiss back, holding him as close as possible as your lips mold together perfectly, as if they were made for each other.

After a moment, Obi-Wan is the first to pull away, a hand reaching up and cupping your cheek, causing you to lean into it. “I love you too, darling. I’m sorry I made you believe otherwise, but believe me, I love you so much. If you stay on Tatooine, if you stay with me, I can’t guarantee an easy life. I have a mission to complete, you must understand.”

You shake your head as Obi-Wan prepares himself for rejection. He doesn’t even want to live on Tatooine, so he’s definitely not expecting you to either. “I don’t care. I want to be with you, come what may.”

“I’m so happy to hear you say that. Come, let’s get out of here.” Obi-Wan pulls up his hood as you mimic him before you grab ahold of his hand, causing him to smile. For the first time since he went into isolation, Obi-Wan feels a glimmer of hope and happiness, and it’s 100% thanks to you.

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breakfastteatime · 9 months

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Today's request is 'Sleepwalking' for @iamcalmiamthestorm :D

It is rare indeed for Merrin to be the first one awake. Cere is still fast asleep in her bunk, and when Merrin ventures out into the living space, Greez, Cal and BD-1 are all absent. Sunlight shows through their lodging’s windows. They have been on Forest Moon 1138, an old Republic scientific research base, for a week now, recuperating from Nur. They will not need to stay for much longer. Merrin will be sad to leave it, the snowy forest such a new experience for her. However, there is an entire galaxy out there, and she intends to see more of it as soon as possible.

Merrin is halfway through a cup of tea when Greez comes in, yawning and stretching. BD-1 is close behind him, hopping up onto the table and looking around. He beeps, but Merrin cannot understand him, and she apologises for this. BD-1 turns to Greez for help with a demanding trill.

“Oh, right, sorry, BD. Still half asleep I guess,” Greez says. “You seen Cal around?” he asks Merrin. “Pretty weird for him to be up before me.”

She stares at the pair. Has she seen Cal? They are the ones sharing a dorm room with him. “He was not here when I got up earlier.” And she has been up for almost an half an hour now.

There is an immediate sense of alarm in the room. Greez hurries off to check the refresher, only to come back and announce he found it empty. Merrin immediately knows this is not good, and she goes to get Cere. Thankfully, Cere is up and dressed. “Wherever he is, I can sense that he’s alright,” she says. “Although his presence is cloudy.” She finishes pulling on a boot. “We must find him.”

Cere, Merrin and BD-1 set up a search party while Greez agrees to stay behind and call if Cal returns by himself. He also starts preparing warm drinks and thick blankets. Given that Cal’s boots and poncho are all still in the base, he is likely to be very, very cold.

“Kid’s sleepwalking,” Greez surmises. “We never thought to set up an alert system here for that. Who knows how long he’s been gone. Ugh, I knew I shoulda put a bell on him.”

“He’s alive,” Cere says, holding out an arm so BD can hop onto her shoulders. “Don’t worry, Greez. We’ll find him.”

“Good. And I’ll find a bell we can tie to him while I wait.”

Clad in cold weather gear, Merrin shoulders a pack with extras for Cal. It is very cold outside, colder than it has been in days, meaning the snow has frozen so completely there are no footprints for them to follow. Merrin watches Cere close her eyes and reach for the Force. She had explained her old role as a Seeker, a Jedi who sought out Force-sensitive children. She is obviously a little rusty, and someone with training like Cal would be able to shield their presence, however if they are both right and Cal is sleepwalking, perhaps he will be unable to shield at all.

“My sisters would sometimes sleepwalk however I think it has a different meaning for Jedi. For a Nightsister to sleepwalk is to move through dreams or visions while the body remains in place,” Merrin tells Cere as they move into the woodland surrounding the base.

“That is true for many Jedi too, although I was not one of them,” Cere says. “However, Cal is the kind to take it rather literally. He may eventually outgrow the habit. I think it’s less of a Jedi trait and more of an adolescent one.”

“We can hope,” Merrin says. “And then he will have to learn to sleepwalk properly.”

“Perhaps,” Cere says with a faint smile.

Merrin can hear the distraction and worry in the older woman’s voice. “We will find him,” she says. “He will not have gone far.”

It’s a surprisingly prescient comment as just a few minutes later BD squeals joyfully and launches himself off Cere’s shoulders. He rockets through the trees to where Cal stands with his back to them.

Merrin wastes no time teleporting herself to his side, reaching him first. They are on the edge of a frozen lake, the far edge lost to a snowy fog. Cal stares into the fog, glassy eyed. BD catches up, launching himself onto Cal’s back where he immediately starts beeping loudly.

Cal takes a deep, thoughtful breath. “No, it’s fine. I’ll have it paid by Primeday. I always do.”

He starts to walk forward. Merrin intercepts him, bracing his shoulders with her hands. “Cal!” she shouts, the voices of her sisters joining her. “Wake up!”

He blinks slowly, feet staggering. “Wha –” Confused and surprised, he tips backward, but Cere’s there too, and together she and Merrin manage to drag him to a nearby log and sit him down. His bare feet are a terrible sight to behold, and now he’s awake, he’s shivering violently. “Where am I?” he asks through chattering teeth.

“Where you should not be,” Merrin tells him. She crouches down, pulls the pack off her back, and digs out the supplies. “This is not how you are supposed to sleepwalk, Cal Kestis.” She remains unimpressed by Jedi teachings.

Confused and helpless, he turns to Cere for support. Cere shrugs. “She’s not wrong.”

BD-1 beeps and buzzes, throwing himself at Cal. Merrin wishes she understood him better, as whatever he says makes Cal chuckle and hug his friend close. “Thanks, BD. You are warm.”

“How are you feeling?” Cere asks as Merrin wrestles a pair of thick socks onto Cal’s torn up feet. They can fix it all back at the base.

Cal yawns. “Sleepy,” he says. His half-lidded eyes make him look like he’s been on the swamp nectar. Resting his head on BD’s is not helping him to look more awake. He yawns again and BD jabs him. “Stop. I’m awake.”

Merrin looks to Cere who shakes her head. They need to keep him awake if they are going to make it back to the base quickly. “What dream did you walk in?” she asks him.

“I didn’t walk in a dream,” he mumbles. He’s tilting to one side, well on his way to drifting off again.

“You said you will have ‘it’ paid off by Primeday. What is ‘it’?” Merrin asks.

Cal doesn’t answer.

Cere gives BD a nod, and BD whistles gleefully as he jabs his scomp link into Cal’s thigh and shocks him. Gently. Cal still leaps so high off the log he nearly tips backward. “Ow!” he gasps. “What was that for?”

“Good work, BD,” Merrin says, throwing a woollen poncho over Cal’s head. “He is awake.”

Cal grumbles the whole way back to the base, most of it slurred nonsense because he is hypothermic and half asleep. Merrin leads the way while Cere asks him every question she can think of to keep him awake. Cal is grumpy about it, so BD rides on his back, electricity crackling every time he even looks like he might fall asleep.

When they reach the base, Greez is there with tea for all, warm blankets and a medkit. Stepping back, Merrin watches as Cal lets the others fuss over him. Or is fussed over whether he likes it or not. Sometimes it is hard to tell, especially when Cal’s head is already tipped back and he’s dozing again. She smiles at the sight of him, and of BD-1 nestling down under the blankets thrown over Cal. Scourge of the Empire indeed. Merrin has not been with these people long, but already she knows they will always be a part of her life.

…although maybe she really should teach Cal how to properly sleepwalk before they have a repeat of this morning’s adventure.

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peterpparkrr · 1 year

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Starlight (pt. 1)

Series: Starlight

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Summary: A Mandalorian and a Jedi. Din Djarin needs a Jedi to train the child. The Jedi is surprised to discover that she is not alone in the universe.

A/N: s3 means new Mandalorian thoughts!

Your life had been a lonely one. But it was the isolation that kept you safe.

You often wondered if you shouldn’t be trying harder to look for other survivors, but every time you tried to reach out through the force you just felt… nothing.

The Jedi were gone.

And so it was safer for you to stay out here on your own little planet by yourself, where you knew no one would find you.

Until one day you heard the sound of twigs snapping under boots in the woods outside.

You moved to the window, silently watching as a figure stepped out of the trees.

“A Mandalorian,” You muttered to yourself as you stood up and walked over to your doorway.

You hadn’t seen a true Mandalorian in the flesh before. And you hadn’t seen armored men since you were a child. Since your master’s Battalion had turned on you.

“I will give you a chance to leave here with your life, Mandalorian,” You state loudly as you step out of your hut and into the clearing in front of your home.

“I am not here to-”

“-You need to leave,” You told the stranger before igniting your lightsaber with a familiar buzz, “Now.”

You attacked without a moment of hesitation, hoping to capture the element of surprise against your larger opponent.

You’d been alone for a long time. But that hadn’t meant you’d given up training.

Even with no master to guide you you’d worked hard to excel at your skills and had done your best to continue your training. Your master had always teased you for being a teacher’s pet. Though the end goal was no longer clear. You wouldn’t be a Jedi master.

The Jedi were well and truly gone.

But you would always be able to protect yourself.

As you swiped your lightsaber against the Mandalorian’s chest you were certain that this fight was already over. But your saber glanced off the armor in a way that made you second-guess yourself.

Maker. Mandalorian armor was made of Beskar, wasn’t it?

That’s when you felt it. You all but dropped your lightsaber as you whipped around.

A youngling? Here?

It only took you a few short strides before you were in front of the open cradle. Big, green ears were the first thing you saw, shortly followed by huge eyes that stared up at you. You plucked the child out of it’s cradle without a second thought.

“How…”

You hadn’t felt this feeling in years.

But his voice was clear inside your mind as he communicated with you.

Friends. Promise.

“You? You brought him here?” You asked the Mandalorian curiously.

“Yes,” The Mandalorian replies. Seemingly accepting your sudden change of mind as your eyes moved back to the small creature in your hands.

“We’ve been searching the galaxy for someone who can help him, who can teach him how to use his powers,” He says.

You hum quietly as your eyes bore into the child’s

What’s your name?

Grogu.

This is my papa. People call him Mando.

You tell both of them your name aloud as you grin down at the boy.

The Mandalorian. Mando. Merely stares at you, his helmet impermeable.

“You’re a Jedi.”

“Depends on your definition,” You reply. “The Jedi were killed in a genocide when the Empire seized power. The few who survived were hunted down and killed under the Empire’s regime.”

“My master kept us hidden from the Empire for years. She trained me here, under the radar of the Empire,” You explain. “She died a few years ago fighting with the rebellion.”

“But why does a Mandalorian have a force-sensitive foundling? I would have thought you’d have killed him the moment you found out what he was,” You ask quietly.

“Why?” The Mandalorian asks you, his helmet cocked.

“Well, the two don’t usually get along. The Jedi-Mandalorian War? It ravaged Mandalore. Prior to the Empire. Jedi-Mandalorian relations have been pretty tense ever since,” You explain.

“I was a foundling, my covert left many gaps in the Mandalorian history they taught us,” He replies.

“How did you find each other?”

Saved me.

“I was- am a bounty hunter, he was a quarry,” Mando tells you, you can hear the slight tinge of shame in his tone.

“I’ve taken him as a foundling, it’s Mandalorian creed,” Mando continues. “I’m duty-bound to either reunite him with his kind or raise him until he’s of age.”

“So… you want to dump him off here with me?” You ask, “I’m his kind?”

“How did you even find me?”

“A trader on the next planet over told me I might find you here, that there were rumors years ago about a Jedi. Stories. But the child — Grogu — got excited as we entered the atmosphere and I assumed that meant we were close.”

“I’ll… I’d like to visit, I can bring you supplies, whatever you need,” Mando offers. “I don’t want to leave him. But I can’t train him to control his powers.”

“Alright,” You finally reply with a nod. You can’t help but wonder if this is really a good idea, but Grogu reminds you of yourself in those early years of the Empire’s reign. And you hate to admit it, but their sudden appearance makes it clear that you’ve been lonely. Two stranger’s appearing at your doorstep has made you more excited than anything has for the last five years. And maybe even longer.

You watched from your doorstep as the pair said their goodbyes. Despite knowing they weren’t saying goodbye forever it was clear they were both taking this separation hard. You turned away in an effort to give them some semblance of privacy, even though their emotions were flowing off them both like ocean waves breaking against a cliff.

“We’ll see you soon,” You tell the Mandalorian when he hands Grogu to you. “May the force be with you, Mando.”

“You miss him,” You tell Mando plainly.

Every few weeks the Mandalorian would come visit, and spend hours with Grogu while you quietly watched. Sometimes you’d all sit together, Grogu was always eager to show Mando what he had learned, or you’d share with Mando what you’d learned from Grogu about his past, what he couldn’t communicate with his father.

And they’d say a heartfelt, private goodbye before you’d bid Mando farewell and good luck.

You and Grogu both knew that you were always waiting for the Mandaloran’s next visit. It was only natural, you told yourself. It was a routine. And it was only natural that you latch on to it.

But now it was causing a block in your training.

“When you’re gone, you miss him, I can feel it, even without trying,” You continue when Mando doesn’t reply. You’ve grown used to that too with his visits. He’s a man of few words. You’ve often wondered if it’s a result of the helmet he wears at all times, or a convenient excuse provided by the helmet to a naturally shy man.

“Grogu’s the same way when you leave,” You add gently. “I’m a poor substitute for you. And I make him work which he doesn’t like.”

“That’s not true,” Mando protests. “He likes you. I can tell.”

“It’s creating a block. He can’t truly push through his fears when he’s so focused on his attachment to you,” You try to explain to him. You know that he doesn’t understand the force or the way that it works. Whenever you try and explain what you’re teaching Grogu he nods, but you can tell he has many questions.

You’d be happy to explain what he finds confusing, but he never voices the questions and it’s hard to describe what is often so indescribable about the ways of the force to someone who has no experience with it.

“You want me to stop visiting,” Mando says after a moment.

“No! No, of course not,” You reply quickly. You could never,

It would seem so impossibly cruel to separate the two. Even though they are not bound by blood. The father and son are inseparable and care for one another more than you’ve ever seen two people bound to one another.

“I think you should take us with you,” You tell him. “Wherever it is you’re going next.”

“My work is dangerous,” He reminds you.

You know that. You’ve been thinking about this for weeks. Since before his last visit. You know the threats posed to you out in the world. Especially in the sectors of the outer rim where Mando does most of his work. But you’ve weighed the dangers. It’s what’s best for all of you. The risks are worth it.

“You’ve been safe here, protected from the world for a long time, haven’t you?” Mando says.

“I have,” You reply. “But I’m tired of hiding. And I can certainly protect myself and Grogu.”

“Okay,” Mando replies with a nod.

You’re eyes widen slightly as you study the visor of Mando’s helmet. You hadn’t expected him to acquiesce so quickly. You’d had all sorts of other arguments prepared. Answers to all the potential concerns and questions he might have.

But you should have realized he wouldn’t protest. He missed his child. His foundling. Of course he would take you with him.

“You tell Grogu, I’ll pack our things,” You reply with a smile as you stand from your seat and turn back to your small cabin, already cataloging all of the belongings you have, and what you’ll be able to travel with.

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Double, Double Boil and Trouble - Part 5

A/N: This is part 5 my fic for the @rare-clone-fic-exchange, which I wrote for @goblininawig. The story takes place in a shared continuity with Stars Beyond Number, Martyrs and Kings, and “Do It Again,” but it stands alone and can be read independently of those fics.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Boil x Reader (GN, has hair; reader practices tasseomancy/reads tea leaves)

Rating: M (mature content intended for readers 18+; minors DNI)

Wordcount: 3.1K

Warnings and tags: mysticism; angst; fluff; mild critique of the Jedi Order (but no Jedi hate); fade-to-black sensuality; implied oral sex; ritualistic drug use; a description of being high on hallucinogens/psychedelics

Obligatory disclaimer: Please don’t use this as a how-to guide for or endorsement of drug use, because 1. it’s inaccurate to the real world, and 2. depending on your location, ThAt WOuld Be ILlEGal. This is a Wendy’s fanfic.

Summary: Boil is willing to do what it takes to get answers about Waxer.

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“You sure this won’t make me pop positive if I get tested?” Boil asked, eyeing the tin of tea warily.

“Completely. You have two rotations left of shore leave, and this will be out of your system in twenty-four hours.”

You spoke with certainty, and Boil felt some of his doubts ease. He picked up the tin and removed the lid, giving the tea a curious sniff. It didn’t smell like much; just faintly earthy and vegetal.

“So how does it work?”

“You brew it and drink it, just like regular tea,” you replied. “After a few minutes, you start to feel the effects.”

“And what do the effects feel like?” He set the tea tin down and took a bite of his breakfast.

“Nothing much at first,” you replied. “But when it hits, you’ll know. Everything will look a little clearer and brighter. Food will taste a little better. Everyday things will start to seem really, really interesting. People will be prettier and funnier and smarter.”

“That just sounds like a couple shots of Cheedoan whiskey,” Boil observed.

“Oh, somebody’s fancy,” you teased. “I didn’t realize I was in the presence of royalty.”

He laughed and tossed his crumpled napkin at you, mostly for the fun of seeing you shudder and flick it away with a revolted expression. “The general bought a round for Ghost Company one time.”

“I hope he charged it to the Jedi Order,” you laughed. “Do Jedi get paid?”

“Search me,” he shrugged. “Clones don’t.”

You grimaced. “I know. Kriffing banthashit, is what that is.”

It didn’t change a thing, but Boil still felt a little better knowing you weren’t as complacent as the rest of the galaxy seemed to be about the clone troopers’ situation.

“So what makes this tea any different from a decent buzz?” he asked.

“That would be the visual hallucinations,” you replied with a cheeky grin.

He eyed you curiously. “I take it you’ve done this before.”

“A few times,” you nodded. “It can be pretty fun. You haven’t lived until you’ve watched the Eye of Aldhani—you know what, never mind.”

He laughed. “What about the ritual part?”

“It’s a little different. The dosage is higher, so the effects are more intense.” You hesitated a moment before adding, “There’s another element to it as well.”

“What’s that?”

“Force sensitivity,” you replied bluntly. “You need to either be able to wield the Force yourself, or have a strong connection with someone who can.”

He nodded, recalling a detail you’d told him months ago. “And your grandmother taught you to wield it? Why didn’t she send you to the Jedi for training?”

“Our world isn’t part of the Republic,” you explained. “The Jedi order has no jurisdiction that far out in Wild Space, and to be frank, we prefer it that way. They mind their own business, and we mind our own.”

Boil pondered your response quietly, noticing the strained expression in your eyes, and he remembered that you tried to stay off the Jedi’s scopes. “You don’t have to tell me if you’d rather not talk about it.”

You gave him a grateful look and replied, “It’s all right. It’s not a secret or anything. It’s just…” You paused and took a deep breath before continuing. “We do things our own way. And when someone is born with the Sight—the Force—we train them in our own way, too. It doesn’t happen often, and there weren’t many elders with the Sight left by the time I was born. Gran took on my training, but I was only fifteen when she passed.”

Boil gazed steadily at you, feeling a deep sense of foreboding. “What happened?”

“I came to Coruscant, hoping the Jedi could help me. I scraped together everything I had in the galaxy to pay for the trip. But when I went to the temple, they said it was too dangerous to train someone who’d been ‘corrupted.’” The word came out harshly, as though it tasted bitter on your tongue. “They sent me away. Said I would be better off knowing nothing of the Force.”

Boil was horrified. “But you were just a kid!”

“Yeah,” you replied grimly. “I grew up pretty fast after that.”

He didn’t know what to say. He couldn’t imagine most of the Jedi he’d met ever treating a child with such callousness, but he and his fellow clones knew better than anyone that the Jedi order contained all sorts of beings, ranging from those who were kind and wise like General Kenobi, all the way to monsters like that kriffing traitor, Pong Krell.

“I’m sorry,” he said at last, feeling the inadequacy of his words. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right,” you replied. “I’m older and wiser now, and I realize I probably wouldn’t have been the best fit in the Order. And I’ve picked up quite a bit of knowledge since then—especially since I met Tas. There are more paths to the Force than people think.”

The conversation had strayed into territory that was wholly unfamiliar to Boil, so he was relieved when your serious expression faded and the usual glint of humor returned to your eyes. “Lucky for you, I know what I’m doing.”

He smiled, content to let you steer the topic back to the ritual. “So when you say we need a strong connection, how strong are we talkin’?”

“It requires a very high level of trust. We will have to lower our mental defenses enough to allow each other in. When I’ve done it in the past, it was with people I was very close to—people I had known for years.”

“So you don’t do this for every trooper you bewitch?” he asked.

You grinned. “Actually, yes. After tonight, I will have done this for every single trooper I’ve bewitched. One-hundred percent success rate. Hopefully.”

“So what happens if our connection isn’t strong enough?”

Your smile faltered slightly. “Nothing. We’ll have a hell of a trip, and tomorrow we can thank the Force that it wasn’t our money that got wasted on the tea.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” he said. “When should we do it?”

“We’ll need a few hours of uninterrupted privacy, so we’ll want to wait until I get off work tonight,” you replied. “It’ll be about half an hour before you start to feel the effects, and then we’ll begin the ceremony.”

“That sounds ominous,” he laughed. “Is there a blood sacrifice, or is that only on Centaxdays?”

“You know, I’m fresh out of sacrificial victims, so we’ll have to skip it this time.”

Your eyes sparkled, and he inhaled softly, stunned by how beautiful they were when you looked at him with that mischievous expression. Not that he would tell you that, obviously. What was he supposed to say?

You have the sweetest eyes in the galaxy.

I’ve never kissed anyone with such perfect lips.

The last two weeks have been the best of my life.

When I’m with you, I feel like everything is easier.

I don’t want to leave.

Please. He wasn’t a total sap.

“Cutting corners?” he asked instead, a hint of a taunt in his tone. “And here I thought I’d get special boyfriend privileges.”

He watched for your reaction out of the corner of his eye, and he didn’t miss the way you bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, you get boyfriend privileges,” you replied. “Door keycode, toothbrush, unlimited conservator access, your very own caf mug… And other things.”

He grinned, moving closer and sliding his hand around your waist, easing his fingers inside your ridiculous bathrobe to caress the bare skin of your hip.

“What other things?” he murmured in your ear, nipping the skin of your neck softly.

Kriff, you taste delicious.

“Ten percent discount on readings,” you replied.

“Ten percent?” he whispered, trailing kisses down your neck to your shoulder as he untied the sash of your robe and brushed his fingers lower on your body. “You can do better than that.”

“F—five percent,” you stammered in a gratifyingly breathy voice. “That’ll teach you not to haggle.”

“Mm,” he hummed as he worked his mouth down your torso, dropping slowly to his knees in front of you. “Maybe we could work out a barter system. I’m sure I could provide some services you might find appealing.”

Your only response was a broken whimper as he took you with his mouth, gripping your hips and then sliding his hands back to cup your ass and pull you against his face.

Maker, I could worship you forever. I don’t want to leave.

Boil would rather die than admit he was nervous. For kark’s sake, he faced off against entire divisions of battle droids on a daily basis; how intimidating could a cup of tea possibly be? Besides, you seemed perfectly comfortable as you brewed the tea and lit a stick of incense, and there was no way he’d let you see him blink. He was a soldier of the Republic, and he wasn’t afraid of anything.

Still, some of his definitely-not-nervousness must have shown on his face, because you gave his arm an encouraging little touch as you walked past him into the living area. He watched as you pulled all the throw pillows off the sofa and your bed and piled them on the floor to make a soft, chaotic nest, and then you dimmed the lights. Your flat had already taken on a strange, mystical air, and he hadn’t even tasted a sip of the tea yet.

He watched curiously as you placed colorful stones in all the windowsills and doorways of your flat.

“What are those for?” he asked.

“Just making sure the only spirits that show up are the ones we want,” you replied with a lopsided grin, but the look in your eyes made him think you were deadly serious. “Nothing to worry about.”

He blinked. So I guess that’s definitely something to worry about.

“I’m not gonna get haunted by this, am I?” he asked, aiming for a casual tone and not quite nailing it.

“Definitely not!” you replied, before adding under your breath, “... probably.”

“Probably?”

“I’m ninety percent sure,” you reassured him. “Eighty-three percent sure.”

“Are you kriffing with me, or are you serious?” he demanded.

You laughed. “I’m kriffing with you. You definitely, probably won’t get haunted, and even if you do, Tas has a banishing spell that’ll get rid of anything.”

“You know you’re not exactly inspiring confidence, right?”

Your only response was a playful smile that made him want to kiss you until you forgot your own name, so he did. He caught you by the hand and hauled you into his arms, threading his fingers through your hair as he kissed you again and again.

“Could you be serious for ten seconds?” he murmured between kisses.

“No promises.” You flicked your tongue against the corner of his lips, and he nearly called off the entire operation and tossed you onto the bed on the spot.

With a rather impressive display of self control—if he did say so himself—he pulled away slightly and asked, “Are the walls of the Venator going to start weeping blood if I do this?”

“Oh, almost certainly not,” you replied. “Maybe just a droplet or two on the refresher mirrors…”

He stared into your eyes for a moment, then let out a reluctant laugh, dropping his forehead to rest against your shoulder. You wrapped your hand around the back of his head and pressed your lips against his temple.

“We don’t have to do any of this if you don’t want to,” you said quietly.

His arms tightened around you as he inhaled deeply, trying to memorize your exact scent. “No. I want to know. I need to know.”

You held him silently for a moment, and then you nodded. “If you’re sure, then everything is ready.”

“I’m sure,” he said, pulling back just far enough to look into your eyes. “Let’s do this.”

“Okay.” You held him tightly for another moment, then broke away to retrieve the two mugs of tea from the kitchen. You passed one to him, then tapped your own against it. “Bottoms up, Buttercup.”

Boil was expecting the concoction to taste awful: bitter and sinister, maybe with a hint of brimstone. In reality, it was actually pretty good. It was smooth, a little spicy, and sweetened with honey, and he drained the cup without complaint. He waited expectantly, but nothing happened.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Now we watch an episode of It’s Always Sunny on Abafar and wait for it to kick in,” you replied, glancing down into the mug to quickly scan the leaves the way he’d noticed you do every time you finished a cup of tea.

Whatever you saw must not have been too terrible, given that you didn’t immediately cancel the evening’s activities. He shrugged and moved to the sofa, pulling you down with him as you turned on the holoscreen. He didn’t think he’d ever get used to the luxury of being able to watch whatever he wanted, any time he pleased. Not to mention that your sofa, shabby as it was, was quite possibly the most comfortable piece of furniture in the galaxy—particularly with your head resting on his shoulder and your body tucked in close to his own as he curled around you.

“Don’t fall asleep on me,” you warned, nudging him with your elbow.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he lied.

The episode failed to hold his attention, and his mind and hands began to wander. He traced his fingertips over your shoulder and down your bare arm, around your wrist and back up again, enjoying the smooth warmth of your skin. He’d never touched shimmersilk in his life, but he would have bet a month of rations that your skin was softer. Eventually, he draped his arm around your waist and began to play with the hem of your shirt, tugging it up to expose your abdomen.

“Don’t even think about it,” you said, resting your hand over his. “There’s no way in hell I’m going there on your first trip.”

“Even if I want to?” he murmured, kissing the back of your neck.

“Nope. Besides, we’re not just doing this for fun, remember?” You rolled over to face him.

“Fine. Maybe next time.” He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek softly as he gazed into your eyes. “Your pupils are huge.”

You snorted a laugh. “Seems like the tea is working. Shall we get started?”

He nodded. “What do we do?”

“I have bad news,” you said gravely. “We’re going to have to break the cuddle.”

“Not the cuddle!” he gasped in horror.

“I’m afraid so.”

He grumbled, but begrudgingly disentangled his limbs from yours. As he sat up, the room seemed to sway slightly, almost as if the entire building were floating in water. He didn’t want to alarm you, so he didn’t mention that the pattern on your wallpaper was definitely, absolutely, one-hundred percent coming to life. The designs gyrated and churned in a nauseating swirl, and he tore his eyes away from it, determined not to abort the mission for a reason as pitiful as tea-induced motion sickness.

He followed you silently to the nest of cushions you’d arranged on the floor, sitting opposite you with his legs crisscrossed. You scooted forward until your knees touched his, and you took his hands, holding them in a loose grip. He stroked his thumb over your palm, and the smile you gave him in return made him forget all about the wallpaper.

“Close your eyes,” you said softly, “and take a slow breath, all the way down to the bottom of your lungs.”

He did as you said, and as he exhaled gradually, he felt his stomach settle and the tension drain out of his shoulders. The pair of you repeated the exercise a few times, and then you asked him to focus on keeping his breath smooth and even. He was starting to feel incredibly relaxed and drowsy, and only his promise not to fall asleep kept him from drifting off.

“Think of somewhere you felt safe and happy,” you said in a low voice. “Picture it in your mind.”

Here. With you.

“Do you see it?” you asked.

“Yes,” he whispered, envisioning your cozy, colorful little flat as clearly as though he had opened his eyes.

He was alone in his mental version of the flat, and he took a moment to look around. It was tidier in his mind, with the nest of cushions all put back where they belonged, and no telltale pastry crumbs on the kitchen counter. But aside from that, it was the same, filled with signs of you—the eclectic jumble of teacups on your kitchen shelf; the colorful array of robes hanging on hooks on the wall; the vibrant collection of thrifted art hanging on the walls. It even smelled like your scent. The only thing missing was—

Knock knock.

He turned toward the door in his mind, and then he was standing in front of it without ever having moved his feet. He leaned in to look through the peephole—wait, your door has a holoscreen. The image in his mind warped, and suddenly the holoscreen appeared. You stood outside in the hallway, waiting.

“Will you let me in?” you asked quietly.

Your lips didn’t move in the vision of you he saw within his mind, and he realized you’d spoken the words aloud.

“Yes,” he replied, opening the door.

As you stepped inside, your gaze flicked around the flat, and your breath caught. Too late, Boil realized he’d revealed far more than he intended. He swallowed nervously, bracing himself for your mockery now that you had witnessed the true depth of his feelings for you.

When you looked at him, though, there was no trace of ridicule in your eyes. You stepped closer and took his hand in yours, and as you did, he felt the soft pressure of a gentle, reassuring squeeze on his physical hands. To his relief, that was the only acknowledgment, though he had a feeling the two of you would be having a long conversation once the effects of the tea had worn off.

“Are you ready?” you asked, and somehow, he knew you’d asked the question directly to his mind.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” he replied without speaking.

You smiled. “In that case, I’d like you to meet someone.”

Your gaze shifted to a point over his shoulder, and he turned slowly. A stranger stood behind him, ancient and wrinkled, with eyes that somehow seemed very familiar and very, very kind. A faint blue glow emanated from her, and though she seemed solid enough, Boil had the distinct feeling that if he were to open his eyes, he’d see nothing but you, sitting across from him in a nest of cushions.

“Is this the boy you told me about?” she asked, inspecting him closely.

“Yes,” you replied. “Gran, I’d like you to meet Boil.”

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pomplalamoose · 2 months

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Can I request what canon rotj Luke and your Dilf!AU Luke would do if you were stressed to the point of tears? Like how he would comfort you if it finally all snapped and you just broke down in front of him?

YES YOU CAN ANON you're always welcome here! I adore every single person sending in asks, so as always, thank you so much🩵🩵

(and especially for requesting something Dilf!Luke related, I love thinking about my unstable mess of a man)

• as the one affected, it has become hard to ignore your body's signs of stress and yet you choose to suppress most of it in order to keep going

• possibly even yourself are unaware of how badly you're really doing and how closely you've been teetering on the edge for quite a while now

• after all, as you keep telling yourself, you'll always have enough time to regain strengths later; it worked before and has to now

• maybe you don't want the Luke Skywalker to think of you as weak or unable to keep up

• maybe you are afraid to divert attention from any, in your mind, more important issues at hand

• maybe you want to be there for him as a friend and/or partner, want to be the strong shoulder to lean on instead of breaking down when he could need you the most

• maybe you're ashamed of your problems, think of them as too small, too unworthy to bother someone else with them

• maybe this is how you were raised and, despite being an adult now, the old beliefs remain

Return of the Jedi!Luke

• Luke, caring and attentive, always senses when and how much you're set on edge though, no matter the state of your current relationship

• so it's likely he'll take notice of how bad you're doing no matter how much effort you put into hiding

• that man reads you like a book and there isn't much you can do about it

• still he wonders, worries, about what it is that troubles you so; he wants to help but isn't sure what to do, if you'd even want him or anyone else to interfere

• he could easily read your mind, listen in on your thoughts, but refuses to do so

• there is a reason for your withdrawn behavior and he respects that

• he wants to be worthy of your trust

• so he'd decide to keep an eye on you nevertheless, somehow always present to "coincidentally" swoop in to improve your situation

• your favorite tea has run out? - oooh look how funny, he found one last little bag in his drawer and was just about to drink it; would you like to have it instead?

• you're desperately searching for your set of keys/your communicator/an accessory/basically anything? - look what he found lying around!

• if he knows or suspects you have a crush on him prior to your relationship he'd smile or acknowledge you with a kind nod whenever your paths cross, deeply enjoying the way it makes your eyes shine and cause your whole demeanor to lighten up, no matter how briefly

• when you finally break down in front of him, he'd be somewhat caught off guard despite having sensed it coming

• and though he manages to remain calm to not upset you any further he's somewhat distraught himself

• similarly to you he didn't expect it to be THAT bad

• he'd approach you carefully, ask if you'd rather be left alone, secretly being very relieved when you shake your head no

• he'd hate to leave you behind without anyone to look out for you

• depending on where the two of you are he'd either make sure no one will walk in or carefully steer you somewhere quiet, all the while talking to you in a soothing tone

• he'd sit you down and stay close, waiting, taking his time to calmly assess the situation and your needs

• if you're unable to speak in full sentences and/or have trouble breathing he'd gently walk you through a row of calming exercises until you're able to answer some simple yes-or-no-questions

• are you comfortable with being touched right now?

• is his hand resting on your back okay?

• would being held help?

• do you want him to continue talking?

• or do you wish to talk?

• would you like to lay down?

• or maybe go for a walk?

• do you want to try his favorite warm beverage?

• in the end it's Luke's goal to make you feel as safe and secure with him as possible and thus would adjust his behavior and your surroundings according to your reactions

• to him it doesn't matter what's going on either; cry, rant or be silent as long as you need to be if only it serves to make you feel better

• despite his burning curiosity he'd never pry or put any kind of pressure on you

• he's patient and understands that some things are better left unspoken until the time is right

• still he makes sure you know you'll always have someone to talk to as long as he's around

Modern day AU Dilf!Luke

• very much to his dismay, this version of Luke doesn't have a connection to the Force and, even worse, lacks the ability to communicate properly

• still he'd sense something is wrong as soon as your behavior changes, no matter how minimal, no matter how good you are at hiding your struggles

• because despite everything he's a very sensitive man, and not as easily fooled as others, especially not when it comes to you

• he sees the faintest hint of dark circles under your eyes, or the way you slouch over dinner just a little more than usual and knows

• at first he'd tell himself not to read too much into it; no need to overreact because you possibly had one bad night of sleep

• but when your constitution doesn't better, in fact, only seems to worsen over time, his forced calm vanishes

• he'd be so worried but then, slowly but surely, he'd wonder why you didn't confide in him

• is he not approachable enough?

• does he not give you enough sense of security?

• did he fail to be convincing when he promised to take care of anything that might stress you out?

• don't you trust him?

• his mind would be racing; there has to be a reason, a good reason, for your silence

• otherwise you would tell him, wouldn't you?

• in his panic he quickly jumps to the worst possible conclusion he's able to come up with:

• you don't love him anymore, are unhappy with how things are and only haven't told him so because you didn't yet figure out how to

• oh if only he were given the opportunity to take a look inside that pretty head of yours, he would do so immediately

• to make things worse he might unconsciously start to distance himself from you in order to protect his feelings

• because what else is he supposed to do?

• how could he ever change your mind when he clearly seems to have messed up?

• once you can't take the stress anymore, when everything just gets too much and you break down in front of him, he'd act on instinct

• you don't cry around him often, not like this, so accordingly all of his alarm bells are going off like crazy, his fear of loosing you at an all-time high as he sees it basically confirmed

• he'd be by your side as fast as the first tear appears, wiping it away as he tightly wraps his arms around you

• he can't be sure if it it's the last time he gets to hold you, so he'd try to make the most of it, try to put all of his devotion and love for you in every single one of his touches as he'd pick you up and sit the both of you down on the sofa

• either with you in his lap or him above you he'd ignore his own urge to cry as he covers you in kisses from head to toe, positively smothering you, stopping only to whisper ragged, breathless pleas into your ear

• while not exactly doing anything to calm you down, the confusion definitely serves to distract you enough to clear your head

• at least for the amount of time you need to get Luke to look at you and to ask what the hell he's even talking about

• "You're not leaving me?" he'd ask, eyeing you like a kicked puppy

• you're absolutely not and he's so relieved, so overjoyed, barely able to contain himself, that he nearly forgets you were crying in the first place

• he'd remember it quickly enough though and forbid you from getting up for the rest of the day

• work? Called off

• your appointments? Cancelled

• don't you dare to start any chores around the house

• be good and do as he tells you: sit there and look pretty and let him take care of you

• but first, tell him what bothers you so

• please

• he'll get you anything, do anything, you need to make you feel better

#ask #luke skywalker #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #dilf luke #dilf luke skywalker #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #fanfic #star wars headcanons #luke headcanons

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cosmicmunsonwrites · 5 months

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always forever

pairing(s): anakin skywalker x oc!padawan

warnings: talks of abuse

summary: anakin and serenity meet again.

authors note: this is a blurb from my new wattpad fic for anakin skywalker! read here.

not edited

do not copy my works. i do not condone rewrites, translations, or edited versions. all my content is my content that i wrote.

not my gif

as anakin strolled through the hallways of the headquarters, he noticed his mentor inside one of the rooms that typically tended to be locked. through the open door, he could see him scrambling to straighten up the room a little more. "master? what are you doing?" he asked curiously.

obi-wan looked a bit taken back. he hadn't expected him to be up so early. "i am preparing."

the padawan tilted his head slightly in confusion at his words. "preparing for?"

"it is a very important day anakin," he replied. "i have someone very special i'd like you to meet."

his patience was beginning to run thin now. "master, can you please stop with all the mystery and just tell me?"

he stopped straightening out the bed and turned to anakin. "i have another padawan."

"what?" his brows furrowed and his face twisted into one of confusion. "i thought that was against the jedi code."

"it is," he stated. "but the council granted me permission as long as qui-gon split the responsibility."

it was all starting to make sense now in his head, like pieces of a puzzle. "is that why you disappear so often?"

obi-wan nodded. "yes. i had to make time for the both of you and that was the only way i could do it. now we must head down, they shall be arriving any minute now."

"i'm not understanding the significance of us meeting though. what is that good for?" he asked genuinely, following behind his master as they walked down the long halls.

"i'm hoping you two can work together," he said. "we believe it'll be good for you both to have someone else watch your back."

anakin's ego took a slight hit. "i thought you said i was the best. why would i need someone else watching my back if i can handle myself?"

the jedi stopped and turned to his padawan. "i said one of the best. i firmly believe you will be extremely pleased with your new partner."

"so do you consider your other padawan to be the best?" he said, a slight hint of jealousy in his voice.

"i consider you both to be the best," he replied firmly. "the two of you are my biggest successes. that is why i hope you may get along and work together. i just ask you give it a try."

anakin took a big breath and nodded. "i will, master."

"thank you, ani," he said. he turned around and continued his journey to the living area where they all would be meeting. his trainee followed him close behind, eyes searching all around to see if he could catch an early glimpse at who his new partner may be.

the two stopped and stood side by side, waiting in anticipation for those double doors to open and for the two to appear.

and when the doors finally did open, qui-gon walked through with a shorter figure behind him. when he came to a halt, the mysterious person appeared at his side.

he tried his best not to make a face, but how could he not? the padawan standing across him was not who he was expecting at all.

"anakin skywalker," obi-wan began. "i'd like you to meet serenity raven. serenity raven, anakin skywalker," he introduced the two.

something was off. its like they were frozen in time for a second, just starting at one another. "reni?" anakin asked cautiously incase it wasn't actually her.

the two jedi shared a look, qui-gon raising a brow at obi-wan. what was happening?

she took a long look at his face. she remembered the name very vividly. she remembered the young boy who'd come into the shop asking for burnt out parts he could potentially use on his ship he was creating. she remembered the first time her father hit her when he found out about her habits of gifting items to others for free, especially to a slave like anakin. suddenly, her eyes lit up. "ani? oh my god, you look so different."

the corners of his lips turned upwards as he analyzed her features. "i could say the same thing about you."

the two couldn't help but notice each others padawan braids that hung over their right shoulders, confirming the fact that they were actual padawans.

"i apologize for the interruption, but do you two know each other?" obi-wan asked curiously. he wasn't complaining by any means, but it was going much better than he expected.

"we met back home when we were kids," anakin replied. "she used to give me old parts to fix up my ship that helped me win that race."

it felt like a relief was lifted from the jedi's chests. not only did they get along, but the two were familiar with each other. they immediately knew they'd make a great team.

#gracie writes anakin skywalker 🥀#anakin x reader #anakin smut #sw anakin #anakin skywalker #anakin fanfiction #obi wan and anakin #star wars anakin #anakin and ahsoka #anakin and padme #anakin x you #hayden christensen

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littlespacereader · 3 months

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Hi, could you write a story about Han solo caring for little Luke or Leia? Thanks a lot!

My first ever Star Wars Age Regression Fic!! Caregiver Han Solo is not something I thought I needed in my life until this fic!! Ahhhhh!! I can just picture him being so cranky yet so caring! He’s roped into it but he absolutely loves it😂 Plus I decided why not both and made it Little Leia and Luke to add to the drama😂 Good luck to Han and Chewie in this fic! Enjoy!!!

Double Twin Trouble✨

Caregiver!Han Solo, Little!Leia Organa & Little!Luke Skywalker (SFW)

Tags- Han needs a break, cuddles, stuffies, pacifiers, missing little is found, comfort fic, hair braiding, forehead kisses

Nicknames - princess, kid, sweetheart, little Jedi, little troublemaker, Chewie for Chewbacca, ‘an for Han

With the rebellion on pause for a while, it’s given everyone a chance to take a breath and relax for a while.

That’s been especially needed for Han, Luke and Leia. The three have been running ragged with leading the rebellion and running from the Empire. But now they settled down on a peaceful planet without the Empire knowing and with the rebellion regrouping.

That left the three, plus Chewie, time to finally relax and take a much needed break. Though…the break isn’t really a break for Han Solo and Chewbacca.

Don’t get him wrong, when he heard Leia and Luke were regressors he was more than accepting. Little did he know he and Chewie would be roped into being their Caregivers.

Most of the time it was fine. Han would never admit it but he even liked being a Caregiver to the two twin troublemakers. He loved to cuddle them, chase them around, and all around have fun.

But it was days like today that tested his patience.

The house they got was just the perfect fit for their small family. They lived in a tall apartment style building but each floor was built as a one whole apartment. Han, Luke, Leia and Chewie lived in the 14th floor. The whole level belonged to them which was perfect for two rambunctious Littles who loved to run around.

But all around their house something was missing…or should we say someone was missing.

Luke was missing. Missing!! How horrible of a Caregiver does Han have to be to misplace a Little?!

He had his back turned for a second while he was making them a snack before the Little had disappeared somewhere in their new house.

Now he was turning the place upside down looking for him. What doesn’t help is that he has both Leia and Chewie arguing with him about it.

“Arrrrrhhhh.” Chewie roared as he walked back into the room.

“I told you I already checked there.”

“Arrrrrrrrrrh.”

“You don’t have to double check me! If I checked there I’m pretty sure I would know if Luke was there or not.”

“Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrhhhh.”

“Chewie your guess is as best as mine.” Han said with a sarcastic shrug. “Could you check the balcony outside my bedroom?”

Chewie nodded his head before leaving. “Thank you.” Han said more to himself.

Leia ran into the room and over to Han. “Han! Han! Notice anything different about me?” She smiled.

Han was in a bit of a frazzled state, so when he looked at Leia he really didn’t notice anything immediately. “I don’t know sweetheart. What is different about you?” He asked while still searching for Luke.

Leia followed him but she was not happy, “You don’t see it?” She crossed her arms.

“See what princess?” Han said before he stopped and looked at Leia. That’s when he noticed it, her hair was in a different style.

“Ohhhhh you redid your hair today. It looks beautiful.”

Leia stomped her foot, “You didn’t notice it right away! You didn’t! It’s a terrible style then! You never notice anything about me!”

Han sighed for about the 50th time that day, “Princess it’s not that I didn’t notice your hair style it’s just that I’m a little preoccupied trying to find your little brother. Have you seen him?”

She uncrossed her arms and looked down, “He told me not to tell you…” she trailed off saying.

Han walked over and took her hands in his, “Princess, I need to know where Luke is for his own safety. I know he’s a Jedi and is perfectly capable of taking anything on but he’s not feeling too big now is he?”

Leia shook her head no. Han continued, “I know he told you not to tell me but I’m worried about him, just like I would be worried about you if you were missing. So could you please help me find your little brother so I can make sure he’s okay?” Han asked in a soft tone.

He knew the way to Leia’s heart both as her partner and her Caregiver. She didn’t like to be challenged or yelled at. She responded well to patience and a soft spoken voice.

She looked at him with worried eyes, “Promise you won’t tell him I told you?”

Han smiled and held his pinky out, “I promise.”

With their pinky wrapped around each others Leia explained, “He went downstairs to the playground outside the building. He couldn’t find his Bantha stuffie and he thought he might’ve left it there.”

Suddenly it all clicked into Han’s mind. Earlier the four had gone down to the playground to burn off some of that morning energy the twins always had. The place ground is nice and convenient for Han and Chewie, just outside of their building.

Luke, being the younger twin, has the youngest headspace. He never goes anywhere without his Bantha stuffie. When he’s regressed he always has it close. It’s like a security blanket for him.

Their trip to the playground ended with Han carrying a sleepy Luke and Chewie holding Leia hand. Then it was a nice long nap for the two of them. Maybe Han and Chewie didn’t notice Luke was missing his stuffie when they got back.

Just as it clicked in Han’s brain Chewie entered the living room. “Chewie can you watch Leia for me? I think I know where Luke is.”Chewie roared in agreement.

Han kissed Leia forehead. “Thank you for helping me princess. I’ll be right back with your brother.” Han rushed to grab his keycard and left the house.

As Han exited, Leia walked over to Chewie. “Can you braid my hair?”

Chewie smiled and roared. He put his hand out to Leia to take. The two happily walked off to the couch.

~~~

Han took the elevator down to the ground level and immediately made his way to the outdoor playground. Sure enough there was the missing Little, sitting in the sandbox playing with his Bantha.

Han sighed, this time in relief. At least the kid was okay. But he was not happy about this disappearing act. He walked over to the sandbox and stood infront of Luke with his hands on his hips.

Luke looked up at Han and smiled, happy to see the Caregiver. “ ‘an! Look! Banthie! Found her!” He happily held up his stuffie for his Caregiver to see.

“I’m happy to see that Luke. But what’s one of our biggest rules?”

Luke hugged his Bantha and thought about it for a moment, “No lightsabers when I feels little.”

“Yes, but also…” Han led on.

“Not to go anywhere without you….or Chewie.” Luke added, this time a lot softer. His eyes casted down.

“That’s right. You know how worried I’ve been looking for you? I practically turned the house upside trying to find you. What if something happened? What if the Empire found you?”

Luke didn’t lift his eye back up to meet Han’s. Instead he kept them down as he started to cry. “I sworry ‘an!”

“Aw, kid. Listen, it’s alright now. I found you, you’re alright and now nothing is going to happen to you. I’m here, Han is here.” Han was just about to step into the sandbox to comfort Luke when…

Luke, who was too upset to really know his strength with the force, pulled Han down to sit in the sandbox with him. Han was caught off guard and fell backwards onto the sand.

The two just paused in shock. Luke looked worried that Han was going to be even more mad. But Han was just laughing as he pulled himself up from the sand.

“Kid if you had given me a second,” he laughed, “I was coming to give you a hug.” He sat back in the sandbox and opened his arms to which Luke immediately climbed into.

Han pulled the little Jedi into a tight hug. Though he would never admit it to anyone, he would been devastated if something ever happen to Luke, especially regressed.

“Don’t do that again to me okay kid? If you lost something or you need to go somewhere you come find me. Okay? I don’t know what I would do without you little troublemaker.”

Luke nodded, nuzzling his head against Han’s shoulder. “Sowry gain ‘an.” Luke mumbled.

Han rubbed his back, “It’s okay kid. All is forgiven.”

After a moment Han broke them apart, standing from the toy box to brush the sand off himself. “Come on little star, let’s go back home.” He said holding his hand out for Luke to take.

Luke smiled and stood up, taking Han’s hand in his own. As they started to walk towards the building Luke started to lean against Han’s arm, his thumb getting close to his mouth.

Han quickly stopped that, seeing that the Little was covered in sand. “No, no, no, kid that wouldn’t taste very good. We’ll get changed when we get back home and I’ll get you something better.”

Luke looked at his hand, as if he was seeing his sand covered hands for the first time. He whined but nodded.

Han chucked, “We haven’t been this covered in sand since Tatooine.”

Luke smiled and giggled, “Yeah!”

“I remember the last sand storm? Wasn’t that crazy? Chewie was getting sand out of his hair for weeks after it.“ Han over exaggerated. Luke was giggling like crazy.

~~~

Meanwhile Chewie and Leia were having a peaceful afternoon together without the other boys. Chewie happened to be a fantastic hair braider, making Leia a beautiful new hairstylist.

Then after she got a new hairstyle, she returned the favor and decorated Chewbacca’s hair with beautiful hair clips and ties.

When Luke and Han returned, they barley noticed through their fun hairstyle day.

“We’re back,” Han called out. “We’re going to get changed but then we’ll join you guys.”

Chewbacca roared in acknowledgment but basically said “take you time” in Wookiee.

Han helped Luke out of his sand covered clothes and into some softer comfy clothes for the rest of the evening in. Then he helped brush the sand from his and even his stuffie’s hair.

Then once the boy was sand free, he gave him his pacifier. “There we go. Much better than a sandy thumb.” Han winked with a smirk. Luke just nodded with tired eyes. Today had been a big day for the little Jedi.

Despite Han’s back protesting, he couldn’t help but pick up the tired Jedi and carry him out to the living room, cuddling him close.

“Princess! Wow! You look amazing!” Leia lit up seeing Han make a big deal out of her as he entered the room. He sat on the couch beside her, Luke in his lap.

“Thank you! Chewie did it for me! And I did his hair. See?” She pointed out.

Han turned and tried to hold back his laughter seeing Chewbacca all dazzled up. “Chewie…you’ve never looked better pal.” Han said, covering his laughter behind a cough.

Chewie shook his head and said something is Wookiee.

But Karma did come back for Han, because Luke crawled out of his arms and into Chewbacca’s. Chewie gave Han a look that he rolled his eyes back to.

“Han! I’ll do your hair next!” Leia grabbed her box of hair accessories.

“I don’t know if I can pull it off Leia.” Han said a bit unsure if he wanted the same hair treatment as Chewie.

But Leia knew the system and she knew it well. With her best puppy dog eyes, “Please!!!”

Han was a sucker for it every time. “Fine, one or two can’t hurt.”

Chewie started to laugh to himself.

“Laugh it up fuzz ball.” Han said as Leia put the pink sparkling heart clip in his hair. He wrapped his arm around her and she dug around her bay for the next clip.

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whiskygoldwings · 18 days

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Waxer and Boil - A snippet from Within Operating Parameters Universe

Here be cloneshipping! Waxer/Boil

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Waxer is Waxer, and Boil is Boil. They have shed CT-1477 and CT-1409 like dried-out, worthless skins.

Waxer still finds himself in front of the Mirror though. Two perfectly matched, golden-brown eyes. Within operating parameters.

He hates it.

He dreams of having two blue eyes, and meeting Boil somewhere else, somewhere where they share a gaze, and Boil gifts him a golden-brown promise. He dreams of Boil having his eyes, and him having Boil’s eyes.

His nightmares show Boil wearing someone else’s colour, and Waxer wakes with tears on his face.

Cody’s revolution has been both a blessing, and a curse. They are people now, they breath and live and feel and are not punished for it. Waxer jokes and Wooley laughs and Crys rolls his eyes at the lot of them and the General just smiles.

It’s been a lot to adjust to.

The other nat-born officers were confused at first, but the General (he asks them to call him Obi-Wan, but that is Cody-s honour and his alone) refused to let them be treated with anything less than respect. The officers soon eased. That or were removed. The General is kind to the Vode, but he defends them with beskar fists.

Cody loved him first, but the rest of the 212th soon followed.

They’d kept the revolution confined within the borders of their ship at first, plotting ways of ensuring the rest of the Vode can join them fully, and not be hindered by their own fears or the restraints of the nat-borns they are constrained by.

But then Wolffe had holo’d Cody with bare face and mismatched eyes and the howl of the wolfpack joined the roar of the 212th. Wolffe was not soulmates with his General, but he loved him, and the General loved him in turn, and it changed Wolffe as fundamentally as it had changed Cody. The Vode learned that they could be family with their Jedi, and they yearned for it. Cody had shown them they have souls, and Wolffe had shown them they could have fathers.

Waxer wonders what it says about him that he just wants to have Boil.

He stares at his eyes in the mirror, both a perfect, golden-brown, and fears it’s not enough. He’s not defective, he’s standard-issue. He does not deviate in height, weight, aesthetics or scores. He is perfectly, desireably average.

And he desperately wants to be defective. Wants to show Boil how deep his love goes. Worries Boil will find his perfection deficient.

He never worried before. They’d held onto each other at night, in the concealment of darkness, where their whispered love and searching fingers had carried their hearts in them. They’d always been Waxer and Boil, since the first time they’d laid eyes on each other. Seperate batches, seperate squads, and they’d found their way to each other anyway.

It had been a dangerous kindness, but Alpha-17 had quietly ensured they were together in the 212th. Had risked his own decommissioning for them. Cody had silently accepted the change in the allocation of units, and they had clasped hands in the middle of their siblings that first night on the ship and been grateful for this gift.

Now Boil ran caring fingers over his cheek on the bridge, pressed a kiss to his lips in the gym, held him close in the hallways.

And Waxer woke to images of it slipping through his fingers, of his own matching eyes, and Boil’s mismatched ones turning away from him.

Waxer had always been the weakest of them both, and he’s scared now that Boil will wonder if there’s something more out there for him.

——

Boil knows Waxer has been avoiding him. He also knows he’s been standing in front of the Mirror. He’s confused, but ultimately, gives Waxer space and time. There’s been a lot of changes recently. Waxer had always struggled with change, Boil will always be there when Waxer’s ready to tell him what he needs.

He’s not worried. They are Boil and Waxer. Waxer and Boil. Waxer is Boil’s everything, and they’ll still be them at the end of it all.

He shows his love and steadiness in gentle touches, claiming caresses when Waxer’s eyes go sad and quiet. I am here, he says, with the press of fingers against a leg; I am always here, he says with the heat of his lips against Waxer’s neck.

Waxer goes pliant and soft, gasps hungrily in the privacy of their bunk, and Boil endeavours to knit his love into his bones with every touch.

After, they lie tangled together, Waxer’s breath warm against his chest, and Boil strokes his thumb across his cheeks.

He comes away damp, and his heart hurts.

Waxer’s crying, silently and withdrawn. Boil twsist them, leans over Waxer and captures his eyes with his. They’re tired and shadowed, pain in the lines around his mouth, and Boil refuses to give him any more space and time when they’re ripping him apart like this.

“Waxer,” he whispers, and Waxer swallows.

“Please don’t leave me.”

Boil recoils, horror flashing through him. “I would never! Waxer! I would never!”

Waxer cries in earnest now, sobbing breaths breaking his words. “I can’t, can’t give you what... What Cody gave the General...”

Boil’s confused, and Waxer misreads him. His face drops further, eyes screwing up closed as he presses his hands to his face. It’s the first time they’ve been so far part in thoughts, and Boil struggles to grasp what Waxer means.

“Waxer... I don’t. I don’t understand. What do you mean?”

Waxer simply cries, unable to speak past his devastation, and Boil thinks in earnest.

It’s when Waxer finally opens his eyes again, finally looks up at him that he realises what he means. Those two, beautiful, golden-brown eyes wet with tears looking up at him.

“But you’ve already given me it?” Boil blurts, confused.

Waxer startles, then blinks up at him. He’s still crying, but now he’s confused too. “I... What?”

Boil almost laughs, but the memory of heartbreak is still on Waxer’s face, and he can’t do it. “When we first met, when I first saw you. I knew you were meant for me then.”

Waxer gapes, tears drying on his cheeks, and Boil does laugh this time, and can’t help but kiss Waxer’s cheeks clean. “Waxer, you’ve given me your heart. You’ve given me everything. I already wear the same colour eyes as you. I didn’t need to change to know that you’re my soulmate.”

Waxer stares at him, and Boil just calmly looks back.

The warmth is slow, but it spreads across Waxer’s face like sunlight around a cloud. The tears start again, but this time they’re followed by a smile, the joyful crinkle of skin at the sides of Waxer’s eyes that Boil remembers in his dreams.

Waxer’s always struggled with change, but Boil’s always there to help him find his footing again.

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satoru-is-the-way · 1 year

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Din Djarin X Force Sensitive Reader

A/n:A small dabble! This will be my first Din x reader peace! A few things will be changes! Also a bit of a soulmate theme!!!

Warning: None. Small hints at being a future Sith? Idk lmao.

Fandom Master List! I have 2 more Din fanfics on their way!

Summary: (Y/n) and Din Djarin have been flying across the Galaxy in search of a Jedi Knight for Grogu. During this period they both caught feelings for each other. After Grogu leaves with Luke what is her fate with the Mandalorian?

"Only We Know"

I came across a fallen tree

I felt the beaches of it looking at me

(Y/n) knew she could wield the force. Since her childhood days there had been something different about her. A gentle whisper came to her, a feeling that never could be fully explained. She blindly followed this to a lightsaber on Tatooine. The crystals glow red against her (s/c) skin. From then on she knew her path. The darkness always had been her friend. However she could not accept this fate. The tales of Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader had been told around the galaxy. She did not want to be labeled as an evil Sith. (Y/n) knew no Jedi would ever train her with such darkness encircling her soul. She battled between the dark and light sigh in an never struggle.

The last couple of days she had felt the force closer than ever. It showed her glimpses of the future. One thing (Y/n) hated were the small fragments of imagines. The first dream is of a child. Small, large brown eyes, green skin? Not very old. He was scared, sad, and in need of help. The next dream came with something -no someone unexpected. She knew of the term 'Soulmates' and laughed at the idea. Silver armor, brown hair, chocolate eyes, and his scent overwhelmed (Y/n) each night.

She had watched as a Mandalorian took on a town from afar. Once he and the droid walked into the building (Y/n) dropped down from her hiding spot and walked in. Whatever was in that crate sent her instincts into overdrive. The droid listed its gun without a second thought she shoot it. The Mandalorian spun around holding his blaster up. Din inhaled sharply at the strange feeling once their eyes meet.

'Is this the *girl I'm meant* to love?' He wonders.

'Is this the *man* that I've been dreaming of?' (Y/n) put her gun down.

_Two Year's Later_

Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?

After earning permission from (Y/n) and Din Grogu waddled up to Luke. The Jedi picked the small foundling up before glancing at (Y/n). Skywalker could sense the darkness inside of her. Yet, how it would dwindle over time because she found her soulmate, the Mandalorian. "May the force be with you." Luke bows his head before leaving.

Heading to Tatooine (Y/n) glanced over at Din. She could never forget the image of his face. Despite seeing him in her dreams the real thing was more meaningful. Over their journey (Y/n) had fallen for the Mandalorian. "I think I might stay on Tatooine with Boba." She whispered.

"What?! Why?" Din reacted with than she imagined, betrayal in his voice.

"I just want to fine a place to settle finding someone to settle with." She whispered the last part.

"What about me?" Din asked. This caught her off guard. Since the beginning, there was a tense feeling between them. The unspoken knowing. The unspoken feelings.

"Din, I'm gettin' *older*, and I need *someone* to rely on. You and I...We are soul mates but at this time we are needing two different things." Din scoffled at her words.

"So, tell me when you're gonna let me in. You closed yourself off to me. I want to know how you feel. About this, about me, us. Just anything. You shut yourself off when I get closer to you." He touched your hand.

"I'm gettin' tired, and I need somewhere to begin with you!" (Y/n) stood up. Din also stood.

And if you have a minute

"Why don't we go. Talk about *this* somewhere only we know? I am open to anything if that means I can be with you." Din cupped (Y/n)'s cheek.

Her (e/c) orbs scan his chocolate-brown eyes. She was scared to feel love. All her life she denied the idea of happening. Yet here Din stood ready to do anything and everything for her.

This could be the end of everything

So, why don't we go

Somewhere only we know?

Somewhere only we know.

"Only for you." She slowly removed his helmet before pulling him into a long deep kiss.

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Would love an Obi Wan x reader where maybe she's pregnant (or some family aspect) and is in danger or something?? Just would like a protective obi wan/ family angst, lol.. thanks.

Everything I Need Is In You

"Stay away from me, Obi. I know when I am not wanted now that I am carrying your child in my belly!" I shouted back stomping through his small flat of his house in the desert of Tattoine. We have been together for almost ten years since the jedi order had fallen and the empire took over the galaxy. He runs after me until we ended up outside gently managing to grab my wrist spinning me around where I was facing him. "Y/n, wait. I'm sorry that I shouted at you. I...it's just I am not used to needing to look out for someone I care about. It's been ten years since I have really given my heart to anyone." His blue eyes had some tears slipping down his telling me he was actually serious about this.

Obi-wan and I had met at the small bar when he first landed on this planet. I could read that he was completely broken from the man he used to be. I was friends with some of the other jedi that were killed so I could relate to what he was feeling. That is what brought us together - both searching for something new in our lives. "Obi-Wan I don't understand. How can you say you don't want the baby one second and then another you are acting like you have to?" Shaking my head at him I was more confused than ever. He moved his hand from my wrist to cradle my cheek and I leaned into his palm. "Because I feel this need to protect you and this child. I didn't do a good job with that ten years ago...so I don’t want to mess it up. Cause I enjoy you and me together as a team."

“Then we can be scared of the unknown together, Kenobi. You, me and this child of ours. We can make it through this life on this desert plan better than it has been..plus I always believed that you would be a good father after the way you would be around the younglings.” He wrapped his arms around me gently where I clutched the fabric of his old robes he wore. He kisses my hair on the crown of my head pulling me back inside the small house since we knew the sand people were dangerous. We both laid back down in the bed listening to the others heartbeat and the sound of the sandy wind outside the windows until I felt Obi shift and reach for something from the table beside the bed. “Y/n, I know this might be sudden but I do care about you a lot. Yet if you will have me will you become my wife?” He shows me a sliver ring that had a tiny star engraved on it. Leaning forward I kissed him letting him slip the ring on my hand. “Yes, I will gladly become Mrs. Kenobi.” He smiled kissing me running his freehand through my loose hair.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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The Bond Between Us ~ 3

THE BOND BETWEEN US MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,730ish

Summary: You go to Coruscant and meet the Jedi Council.

Notes: Yes, two chapters in one night! Wow! lol

Once the hyperdrive was activated and the ship was a safe distance from Tatooine, Qui-Gon encouraged everyone to get some rest. Jar Jar, R2D2, Anakin, and yourself found yourselves in the main room. Jar Jar had quickly fallen asleep stretched out on the floor, snoring, while R2 shut himself down on the side. You and Anakin found yourselves huddled in a corner, trying to keep warm.

“I’m going to see if I can find us a blanket,” you whispered.

Anakin nodded. “Okay,” he rasped, arms crossed over to try and keep himself warm.

You pushed yourself up and slowly walked out of the main room. Having never been in a spaceship before, you didn’t have a clue where to go. So you simply tip-toed around the ship, peeking into rooms and closets for a blanket or two.

Meanwhile, Obi-Wan could sense your Force signature searching for something. He and Master Qui-Gon were in the cockpit talking when he straightened up.

“You feel her too,” Qui-Gon stated.

“How is it possible for someone so young and untrained to have just a strong Force signature, Master?” Obi-Wan wondered.

“Some are just born with it.”

“I think… I think her Force signature bonded with mine.”

“What makes you think that, my Padawan?”

“I feel cold, but I can tell that it is not me who is causing it. How common are Force bonds?”

“Extremely rare, Padawan. That is why you mustn’t do something to sever it. It could do harm to both of you. Go to her. Help her.”

“But Master—“

“I promise, you can teach her.”

Obi-Wan sighed before pushing himself out of his seat and heading out of the cockpit. He followed your distinct Force signature like it was a signal calling him home. When he found you, you were peeking your head into a closet.

“What are you doing?”

You let out a small yelp as you jumped back, not suspecting him or having sensed him coming. Your eyes were wide like you had gotten caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“I… I was cold,” you admitted. Your arms were wrapped around you and Obi-Wan could see the shakiness of your body. “So was Anakin. I’m searching for something to keep us warm.”

Obi-Wan nodded, now just realizing that you’d only ever known heat. He thought about what he could do to help, but he didn’t even know where the blankets would be kept on the ship. With a sigh, Obi-Wan began shrugging off his long, Jedi robe.

“Here,” he said, offering it to you. You looked at him skeptically. He could feel your Force signature around his, questioning him. “It’s okay, I promise.”

Timidly, you reached out and took the robe. “Thank you,” you said quietly.

“Of course. You know,” the young Jedi crouched down, “you are very powerful for your age.”

“I am?”

“Yes. Master Qui-Gon and I can sense you in the Force. You reach out with it, questioning and calling out.”

“I’m sorry.” You began worrying. “I didn’t know what I was doing. I just—“

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Obi-Wan placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “What you’re doing is good. You just need someone to teach you to control it better.”

“Will… will you help me?” You don’t know where the courage to ask someone you had only just met came from, but you felt so safe and calm with the young Jedi. You had to try and seek his help.

Obi-Wan was taken a bit off guard by your question. But something, the Force most likely, was telling him how to answer. “Yes, little star,” the nickname rolling off his tongue like it wasn’t the first time he had said it, “I will help you.”

You quickly wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you, Obi.” A feeling of warmth and happiness surrounded you both.

“Of course. Now,” he pulled away, “it’s time you get to bed.”

“Goodnight, Obi.” You turned and headed back to the main room.

“Goodnight… little star.”

~~~

Coruscant completely took your breath away. It was the total opposite of Tatooine. Buildings upon buildings with organized air traffic in between the structures.

“Coruscant, the capital of the Republic,” the pilot of the ship stated. “The entire planet is one big city.”

“Wow!” Anakin exclaimed. “It’s so huge!”

Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon noticed your quiet awe as you stared out the windows. Both of them could feel your nervous excitement, Obi-Wan could almost feel it as if it was his own.

“What are your thoughts of the city, young one?” Qui-Gon asked the question clearly directed towards you.

“It’s… so beautiful,” you breathed out, unable to take your eyes off of the many new sights in front of you.

You were so busy looking around, that you didn’t notice the rest of the group beginning to disembark. Obi-Wan, noticing you weren’t with them, turned back. He smiled to himself at the sight of you so intrigued by your new surroundings.

“Little star,” he called, “it’s time for us to go.”

You nodded, looking at the scene a moment longer before turning to follow Obi-Wan out. You stuck to his side as a group of official-looking people came towards the Queen and your group. You had no notice of any of the conversation as you slowly walked toward the edge of the landing platform.

“Anakin, come on!” You heard Padme call.

You turned to see Anakin look at Qui-Gon for approval. Qui-Gon nodded, encouraging him to follow Padme. Anakin shot you a quick smile before running after his new friend.

“What about me, Master Qui-Gon?” You wondered. “Should I follow them as well?”

“You, young one, will stay with my Padawan and I,” he responded. He looked up at the important-looking man sill on the platform with them. “I must speak with the Jedi Council immediately, Your Honor. The situation has become more complicated.”

“Of course,” the man replied. “I hope to hear a report of your mission soon.”

~~~

The Jedi Temple, as Obi-Wan called it, was the most interesting building you had seen so far on Coruscant. It stood out, being placed a little ways from the tallest buildings, with tall spires on top of it. You followed closely behind Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan as you looked around the Temple. All the Jedis were wearing similar clothing with the lightsabers attached to their hips. It was so exciting, the thought of possibly being one of them. Eventually, the Jedi’s stopped in front of a set of doors before turning back to you.

Qui-Gon crouched down to your level. “Young one, my Padawan and I must go into this meeting,” he told you. “You must stay out here. Don’t wander off, alright?”

“Okay, Master Qui-Gon,” you responded with a nod.

“Very good. Hopefully, we’ll not be long.”

Qui-Gon straightened up before heading towards the now opened doors. Obi-Wan shot you a quick wink before following after his Jedi Master. You peeked into the room, seeing twelve seats in a semi-circle. Different species fill the seats. The doors closed as you sighed. Finding a spot against the wall across the door, you sat down with your legs crossed.

You closed your eyes and began breathing in and out deeply, trying to clear your mind. You could feel the life around you, the energy, the Force. It felt so good, so wonderful.

~~~

“—my only conclusion can be that it was a Sith Lord,” Qui-Gon said, finishing telling the Jedi Council some of what had happened on Tatooine.

“A Sith Lord?!” Jedi Council member, Mace Windu, exclaimed.

“Impossible!” Ki-Adi said. “The Sith have been extinct for a millennium.”

“The very Republic is threatened, if involved the Sith are,” Yoda fretted.

“I do not believe they could have returned without us knowing,” Mace Windu argued.

“Hard to see, the dark side is. Discover who this assassin is, we must.”

“I sense he will reveal himself again,” Ki-Adi said.

“This attack was with purpose, this is clear,” Mace Windu added, “and I agree the Queen is the target.”

“With this Naboo queen you must stay, Qui-Gon,” Yoda directed. “Protect her.”

“We will use all our resources here to unravel this mystery and discover the identity of your attacker. May the Force be with you.”

“May the Force be with you.”

Obi-Wan turned to leave, but Qui-Gon stayed facing the Council.

“Master Qui-Gon, more to say have you?” Yoda questioned.

“With your permission, my Master. I have encountered a vergence in the Force,” Qui-Gon said.

“A vergence, you say?”

“Located around a person?” Mace Windu questioned.

“Two. Twins. A boy and a girl,” Qui-Gon explained. “They have the highest concentration of midi-chlorians I have seen in a life form. It is possible they were conceived by the midi-chlorians.”

“You’re referring to the prophecy of the one who will bring balance to the Force… you believe it’s one of the twins?”

“I don’t presume—“

“But you do!” Yoda interrupted. “Revealed your opinion is.”

“I request that they be tested.”

All the members of the Jedi Council looked around to one another. That’s when they could suddenly sense it. Sense you.

“The girl, in the hallway, she is,” Yoda stated.

“Yes,” Qui-Gon responded.

“She is strong,” Windu added. “Is the boy just as strong as her?”

“In different ways.”

“Trained as a Jedi, you request for them?” Yoda asked.

“Finding them was the will of the Force. I have no doubt of that.”

“Bring them before us, then,” Windu said. “The girl first.”

“Tested they will be,” Yoda added.

Qui-Gon turned and headed out the open doors, Obi-Wan on his tail. They both suddenly stopped when they saw you meditating, floating above the ground.

“Master Qui-Gon,” Ki-Adi called, “did you teach her that?”

“I did not, Master,” Qui-Gon responded.

“Strong, she is,” Yoda said. “Very strong.”

Obi-Wan stared at you in awe. It was not even too long ago when he learned how to do that and here you were, not even trained, floating while mediating. Qui-Gon stepped up to you.

“Y/N,” he called. Your eyes snapped open. Losing your concentration, Qui-Gon had to catch you before you hit the ground. “Impressive, young one.”

“Thank you, Master,” you said quietly.

“The Jedi Council would like to meet with you. Come on.”

You followed Qui-Gon into the room that you had previously not been allowed to. Beginning to feel nervous, you tried to prevent yourself from spreading it outward.

“Nervous, you are, young one,” the small green one near the middle of the semi-circle stated.

“Yes,” you responded, wanting to be honest.

“Leave us,” a man next to the green one ordered your two Jedi friends.

You looked back. Qui-Gon gave you a slight nod before leaving while Obi-Wan used his Force signature to send a wave of calm toward you. You inhaled deeply as you felt it wash over. Obi-Wan quickly left after, the doors closing behind him.

~~~

After retrieving Anakin, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan found themselves standing outside on one of the Jedi Temple balconies.

“No matter their strength, the twins will not pass the Council’s tests, Master,” Obi-Wan said, “and you know it. They are far too old.”

“Both Y/N and Anakin will become Jedi,” Qui-Gon responded. “I promise you.”

“Don’t defy the Council, Master. Not again.”

“I will do what I must.”

“Master, you could be sitting on the Council by now if you would just follow the Code. They will not go along with you this time.”

“You still have much to learn, my young apprentice.”

~~~

The tests you were given varied in intensity, but you gave it all. You tried to convey an aura of confidence as you knew that they could sense what was going on within.

“How do you feel?” Master Windu asked you.

“Intrigued,” you answered honestly. “Nervous, excited.”

Yoda nodded, able to sense those all from you. “Afraid, are you?” He wondered.

“No, sir.”

“Been taught previous, have you?”

“No, sir.”

“Interesting… Sense great power in you, does the Council.”

“Do you not miss your mother?” Windu asked.

“A little,” you responded. “But this feels right… it feels… where I belong.”

~~~

When you were finished with the tests, the Council asked you to stand to the side while your brother was brought in and tested. Master Windu was currently holding a small hand-held screen while images rapidly flashed across it.

“A ship,” Anakin answered. “A cup… a speeder.”

Windu turned the screen off, setting in down in his lap, before nodding to Yoda.

“Good, good, young one,” Yoda wondered. “How feel you?”

“Cold, sir,” Anakin answered.

“Afraid are you?”

“No, sir.”

“Afraid to give up your life?” Windu asked.

“I don’t think so.” Anakin hesitated for a moment.

“See through you, we can,” Yoda said.

“Be mindful of your feelings,” Windu advised.

“Your thoughts dwell on your mother,” Ki-Adi stated.

“I miss her,” Anakin replied.

“Afraid to lose her, I think,” Yoda said.

“What’s that got to do with anything?” Anakin’s tone held some anger.

“Everything. Fear is the path to the dark side… fear leads to anger… anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering.”

“I am not afraid!” You flinched as you sensed his anger.

“A Jedi must have the deepest commitment, the most serious mind. I sense much fear in you.”

“I am not afraid.”

“Then continue, we will.”

~~~

Once Anakin was finished, Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan were invited back into the room. You four stood in the center, Anakin in front of Qui-Gon and you in front of Obi-Wan.

“Correct you were, Qui-Gon,” Yoda admitted.

“Their cells contain a high concentration of midi-chlorians,” Windu stated.

“The Force is strong with them,” Ki-Adi added.

“They are to be trained, then,” Qui-Gon said.

The Council members looked at one another. You could already sense that it was bad news.

“No,” Windu answered. “They will not be trained.”

“No?!” Qui-Gon questioned.

Obi-Wan couldn’t help but smile, having been right. It quickly fell when he could sense the disappointment from you.

“They are too old,” Windu continued. “There is also already too much anger in the boy.”

“One of them is the chosen one,” Qui-Gon argued. “You must see it.”

“Clouded, their futures are,” Yoda said. “Masked by their youth.”

“I will train them, then.”

“An apprentice, you have, Qui-Gon. Impossible, to take on a second.”

“Not even to mention a third,” Windu added. “We forbid it.”

“Obi-Wan is ready—“

“I am ready to face the trials,” Obi-Wan interrupted his Master.

“Ready so early, are you?” Yoda questioned. “What know you of ready?”

“Headstrong, and he has much to learn about the living Force, but he is capable. There is little more he will learn from me. Besides, I believe that Y/N would make a great Padawan learner for him.”

“Our own Council we will keep on who is ready. More to learn, he has.”

You could feel Obi-Wan’s tinge of hurt at that statement.

“Now is not the time for this,” Windu said. “The Senate is voting for a new Supreme Chancellor. Queen Amidala is returning home, which will put pressure on the Federation, and could widen the confrontation.”

“And draw out the Queen’s attacker,” Yoda added.

“Events are moving fast,” Ki-Adi said, “too fast.”

“Go with the Queen to Naboo and discover the identity of the dark warrior,” Windu ordered. “That is the clue we need to unravel this mystery of the Sith.”

“The young Skywalker’s fates will be decided later,” Yoda decided.

“I brought the twins here; they must stay in my charge,” Qui-Gon stated. “They have nowhere else to go.”

“They are your wards, Qui-Gon,” Windu said. “We will not dispute that.”

“Train them not,” Yoda directed. “Take them with you, but train them not.”

“Protect the Queen, but do not intercede if it comes to war until we have the Senate’s approval.”

“May the Force be with you.”

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starryevermore · 1 year

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to the ends of the galaxy ✧ commander cody

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request: Commander Cody trying to find the bad batch, but in his search finds the reader, who is a Jedi that escaped order 66 and was part of Obi-Wans attack battalion. They end up spilling their unrequited feelings for one another - @captainsbestgal

pairing: commander cody x fem!jedi!reader

summary: when cody tries to find the bad batch, you end up finding him.

word count: 1,723

warnings?: love confessions, mutual pining, not proofread

and back again (PART 2)

Since leaving the Empire, Cody was always on edge. For good reason, of course. He knew the risk of leaving, of going AWOL. He weighed that risk and the benefits of getting out while he had the chance. Ultimately, leaving was his only option. Cody refused to sacrifice his morals for a corrupt government. That was not the kind of man he was. That was not the kind of man he was interested in becoming. But nevertheless, being on the run felt like the ultimate stealth mission.

What was worse, perhaps, was trying to find his brothers that were also on an ultimate stealth mission. Sure, the official report was that Clone Force 99 perished on Kamino. But Cody didn’t believe that for a second. His brothers were too damn good at what they did to go out like that. Especially when they had the girl, their sister, to protect. No, Clone Force 99 was still out there somewhere, and Cody was going to find them.

Instead, he found someone a little more…interesting? Surprising?

He was at some bar on some backwater planet. Cody learned early on that those were the best kind of places to find out about where people might be hiding. So, he took up residence in some corner booth, ignoring the drink that had been placed in front of him by a waitress that had been keen on flirting with him. He had more important things to do than entertain advances. He needed to find his brothers.

Someone slid into the booth, one of their knees bumping against his. Cody turned, ready to tell them to leave, when his breath caught in his throat. No. It couldn’t be… Could it?

“If you’re trying to keep a low profile,” you said, face turned so that only he could see you, your hood covering the view of your face from the rest of the bar, “you’re doing a real bang-up job of it.”

“What?”

“Already counted three bounty hunters itching to dig their claws into the pretty clone trooper who went AWOL.” You glanced away from him. You frowned, watching someone that he couldn’t quite see. “Make that four.”

“I don’t understand—”

“C’mon, Commander, I know you’re not stupid!” There was an almost teasing lilt in your voice, hidden beneath the sternness. He wanted to question it, but you already slipped your hand into his, tugging him out of the booth. “Act like we’re madly in love. We might just get outta here alive.”

Cody’s face felt like it was on fire. If he was honest, he had dreamed about what it might be like to see you again, to find out had somehow miraculously survived the Order. He never imagined it would be like this. Though, he mused, a lot had changed since he saw you last.

You let out a laugh as you walked through the bar, still hand-in-hand. When you neared the door, you leaned your head against his shoulder, moving your hand so you were now clutching his bicep. Cody let out of a laugh, too, trying not to act too stiff. You were saving his ass, it seemed. He couldn’t mess this shit up.

“My place or yours?” he asked. It was an appropriate question for the circumstances, in case anyone was still paying attention to the seemingly in love couple stumbling out of the bar.

“Mine,” you said, batting your eyelashes up at him. Cody’s heart stuttered in his chest. Kriff, he needed to get a hold of himself. You were playing a part. It didn’t mean anything (no matter how much he wanted it to).

Cody let you take the lead. You guided him down the dusty streets, toward an inn on the edge of town. While the two of you walked, Cody tried to steady himself. No matter how much this seemed like the plot in a cheesy holonovel, he reminded himself, this wasn’t anything like that. You were a friend, an ally. Someone that was just watching his back. While his judgment was being clouded by his affection for you, it didn’t mean you felt the same. (Though, he admittedly couldn’t stop himself from wondering if you still had to follow the Jedi Code when the Jedi have fallen.)

Your room at the inn wasn’t anything spectacular. A simple bed, a packed bag resting on a near-rotting chair. Were you living out of a suitcase? Never staying in a place long enough to fully unpack? Or were you about to leave and only stopped when you saw him? (Or, had you been following him? Watching his back? Waiting for the right moment to make your presence known? Did your Force abilities let you know he’d gone AWOL?)

Instead of asking any of those questions, or the thousands of others, floating in his mind, he chose to ask “How are you alive?” as you shut the door.

You arched a brow at him. “Obi-Wan helped me escape the Order. I’ve been on the run since. Stuck mostly to the Outer Rim, places where the Empire hasn’t yet touched.”

Cody’s heart thumped harder. He was alive? He was okay? Cody didn’t kill one of his closest friends? “Obi-Wan is still alive?”

“I don’t know for sure,” you admitted. “We went our separate ways. I don’t know what has become of him, just as he doesn’t know about me.”

“You can’t use the Force to tell?”

“He shut himself off from the Force,” you explained. You looked away from Cody, your face falling. “I can’t say I blame him. Every day, I consider cutting myself off, too.”

Cody’s hand twitched. He wanted to reach out, offer you a comforting touch. But, he worried that you wouldn’t like that. You lost everything, everyone, because of the actions of him and his brothers. He was sure you understood why, that they were following orders, but…Well, he knew if the roles were reversed, if the Jedi turned against the clones, he would feel deeply comfortable at best and enraged at worst. So, he kept his hands at his side.

“About that—” Cody cleared his throat, turning his gaze down towards his feet. “I wanted…I wanted to apologize for what happened. If, if I had known that everything would have gone the way it did, I would have disobeyed the Order the second it was given. I thought I was doing what was right. I know now that I was wrong, and I will spend every day trying to make up for that.”

You took a step toward him, standing right in front of him. You reached up, cupping his chin, tilting his head up so he would look you in the eyes. He fought the urge to nuzzle into the warmness of your hand. (Oh, how he had dreamed of you touching him so gently, so sweetly.) “It’s not your fault, Cody.” He opened his mouth to protest, but you kept talking. “I…I ran into Rex, after everything that happened. He said that all of the clones have chips in their heads that forced them follow the Order. It wasn’t your fault. There was no way for you to control it. Okay? I know the guilt is a heavy burden to carry, but the let the knowledge of it being beyond your control at least lighten it.”

Cody’s jaw clenched. Tears pricked at his eyes. Kriff. He couldn’t cry in front of you. He just couldn’t. He squeezed his eyes shut, but allowed himself to nuzzle into your hand, which had moved to cradle his cheek.

“You are still a good man, Cody,” you said. “You always have been. I would not be here if you weren’t. I would not be so fond of you if you weren’t.”

“You…” He paused, his words catching his throat. He let out a shaky breath.“You’re fond of me?”

“How could I not be?”

“Because you’re a Jedi, and I’m just a clone. Another face in the Empire’s army.” Ever since the Empire replaced the Republic, the old insecurity had slowly crept up on him. It only got worse as he was forced to remove the yellow paint from his armor, as the Empire only referred to him as CC-2224 instead of his name. Then, when the Empire expected him to follow orders blindly like a mindless soldier, to never question what he was told, he felt little different than a droid.

“But you’re not, are you? You have always stood out, Cody. You and all of your brothers.” You leaned your forehead against his, your breath fanning over your face. “Can I admit something to you?”

“Always.”

“I used to dream, more often than I might care to admit, of leaving the Jedi Order with you. Of us finding a place to call our own. A small, little farm somewhere, perhaps.” You looked away for a moment. “Rex told me once about how one of your brothers, Cut, had fled, that he started a family on Saleucami. I often dreamed that we might to the same.”

Cody’s heart thumped harder, harder, harder. Before he could process what he was saying, he admitted, “If you had given the word, I would have followed you to the ends of the galaxy.”

A small smile pulled at the corner of your lips. “Would you still?”

“You just have to give me the word.”

Your hands fell from his face, coming to rest now on his hips. Tentatively, he wrapped his arms around you. (Oh, he liked this. He liked the feeling of you in his arms.) “You’re looking for Clone Force 99, right?” When he nodded, you said, “Lucky you, I have a ship and a decent lead on where they are, if you would like.”

Cody let out a laugh. “And how did you manage to find them?”

“I’m better at gathering intel than you,” you said. You laughed, too. “And while you were busy being noticed by all the bounty hunters, I saw a news report of a new Riot Racer named Tech on Safa Toma. Figured there can’t be too many Techs in the galaxy, can there?”

Cody smiled. “Well, lead the way, Master Jedi.”

“And you’ll follow? All the way to the ends of the galaxy?”

“All the way to the ends of the galaxy.”

and back again (PART 2)

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Journaling {Qui-Gon Jinn x Reader}

Summary: Qui-Gon finds your journal and decides to make all of your wishes come true.

Warnings: f!reader, drabble, invasion of privacy (reading a diary), smutty, 18+ mdni, NSFW

As a way to cope with stress and to organize your mind your oh so loving boyfriend, Qui-Gon, suggested journaling and it has become an everyday occurrence for you. Writing about the little things that make your day or the things that frustrate you. Writing out everything in your mind helps you release any pent up aggression that could cloud your ability to think properly.

One day when you are journaling, you decide to break up the day with a long shower. Unbeknownst to you, Qui-Gon enters your room after you have slipped into the ensuite of your quarters.

He saunters in comfortably, knowing the room like the back of his hand because of the many nights he has spent with you in his arms. He is surprised to find your journal left open on the page you just finished before going to shower with the ink still drying.

HIs curiosity was raised to see what his pretty little girlfriend was feeling today, getting a glimpse into life through your perspective.

The entry began as such:

Today I walked around the gardens and took note of each flower type. I plan on pressing them for my floriculture class and making botanical drawings in my sketchbook. I hope Qui-Gon picks some of the blue hydrangeas for me, they are my favorites.

How sweet, he thought smiling to himself, making a mental note to gather the flowers tomorrow morning. As he skimmed further down the page he saw your thoughts had drifted to something far different from flowers and your usual innocent self.

He found himself re-reading the same passage:

Qui-Gon is such a loving boyfriend. I am so lucky to have someone so gentle and sensitive to bare my soul too. I enjoy making love with him soft and slow but there are times I wish he would throw me onto the bed and have his way with me. Still be my darling boy who would never hurt me, but use his powerful frame to dominate me and use the filthiest language.

Even so, I could never tell him, I'm too embarrassed. What if he thinks I'm a freak? Would he never want me again?

Qui-Gon can't help but feel the need to adjust his trousers after reading your words. He couldn't fathom your feelings of shame, he never wants you too feel guilty for wanting him.

He scrambled when he heard the water turn off in the bathroom, deciding to place the journal back on the bed and act as though he just arrived.

You walked out of the bathroom, steam flooding out from the doorway, in just a bra and panty set. The black lace exciting Qui-Gon even more, like you knew he would come over that day.

"Hiiii, handsome," you greet, slinging your arms over his shoulders. He hugs you back, cupping your ass and kissing your neck, not like his typical tender greeting.

You squeal, a jolt of excitement rushing through you. "Qui-Gon, are you feeling alright?" you say, pulling away to search his face for any sign of concern. All you saw was lust in his eyes.

"I need you, starlight," He says groping you further. "Let me take what is mine."

You whimper out an 'okay' because you think that if you speak too loud you may wake up from this dream.

Qui-Gon starts making out with you and directs you over towards the windows over looking the courtyard of the Jedi temples. Below are few people, none of which are actively looking up to see you.

He pulls away from the kiss and flips you so your ass is flush against his pulsing cock, breasts smushed to the window for any on-looker to see.

"Qui, what if someone sees," you say, fearful of any reprimand may come from the council members.

"Let them. They will know you are mine for the taking, and mine alone." he growls, making you more wet by the second. He knew if you really didn't like this you would have asked him to stop. The thrill of being caught egged him on to continue.

He forcefully yanks his trousers down to his mid-thigh, too caught up in the moment to fully remove them and reaches down to move your panties to the side to gain entrance into your dripping pussy before slamming into you.

"I know you like this, my star, just begging to be fucked, coming out of the shower all warm and inviting," he rants into your ear to elicit the most toe-curling moans from you.

He fucks like an animal in heat, grunting, panting and marking you as his own, love bites splattered over your neck and shoulders.

You both come down from your highs sweaty and chests heaving when he turns you to face him again and you recognize your sweet baby boy.

"I don't know what came over me, my love, was it alright for you?"

"Yes, Qui, I needed that too," you say as you caress his face with a reassuring smile. "Now, come cuddle with me?"

Without a word, he guide you over to the bed and lift the sheets for you to get in first. He sheds his remaining clothes and spoons you, feeling proud of his ability to make you feel so loved and understood by your partner.

Little does he know that Obi-Wan thinks he saw you and his master through the window in a compromising position. He can't rid of the thought of your plush breasts against the glass, jiggling with each thrust, on display like his own little dirty show. He'll have to meditate over these new found feelings.

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tarisilmarwen · 9 months

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Rebels Rewatch: "Heroes of Mandalore"

Some familiar TCW faces as we close up the darksaber arc.

Live reaction version.

Sabine's transformation into co-protagonist is nearly complete, as it's the end of her darksaber arc that starts us out this season.

Also, you know, the Season Four trailers framing the whole of Rebels as the story of "A boy who was lost and a girl who was broken".

Not that I minded as it meant that Ezra and Sabine would be spending a lot of screentime together. :D

After not really touching on it in a while, Fenn Rau's courtesy hand on Kanan's shoulder to let him know he's signaled a stop was a nice little way of demonstrating Kanan's blindness and the accommodations other characters make for him.

Ezra finally has that jetpack he's been wanting lol.

I reserve the right to be giddy about the fact that Ezra is literally Sabine's right-hand man. And also that she painted him another Scout Trooper helmet.

Kanan showing off with the Force Leaps there, which Fenn Rau lampshades.

And now we're introduced to Tiber Saxon, Gar's less interesting more fanatical brother.

A+ mid battle banter. I do distinctly remember being delighted by all the playful quipping and snarking back and forth when this first aired, and it's still cute now.

Once again all it takes for Ezra to surrender is someone threatening Sabine. <3

I... I'm sorry, apparently I'm going to be Obnoxious Obsessed Sabezra Shipper for this rewatch, let me attempt not to comment on just them and their stupid faces and every time they interact.

Lol is one of the Kryze Mandos Naruto-running?

That was an awfully quick search of the base there, guys.

"Bo-Katan was made regent by the Jedi before the end of the Clone War." For all of what, one day? Lol.

I do have quibbles about Bo-Katan's characterization here in Rebels, at times it seems like it's assuming more character development than we actually see happen, when we eventually get back around to telling the story of the Siege of Mandalor.

I do find it kind of funny that SO many people were expecting Sabine to have an arc where she becomes Mand'alor when literally the second episode she actually had the darksaber she was immediately like, "Nope it's not me, I'm just holding it for whoever will be the true leader." Course I guess they expected that in this episode she would take up the mantle.

No dice and frankly I am not interested in that kind of plotline unless Ezra gets to be an accessory to it. (I uh... I have a thing about the Royal Maiden/Steadfast Knight dynamic.)

Ezra playing therapist again. <3 Nice to see it go over better than in "Trials of the Darksaber", Sabine is learning to be more open with her thoughts and feelings.

Kanan attempting the playful teasing banter he usually has with Hera (that Ezra and Sabine are suddenly very adept at now, what) but she shuts it down. This is another quibble I have about Season Four, I do not understand Kanan and Hera's sudden awkwardness and Will They/Won't They? when previously it seemed like they had been depicted as already a settled matter. Not really overt but comfortable and resolved. This weird walkback feels like a way to add drama and tension to Kanan's eventual death, and I really don't think it needed that?

The way I usually reconcile it is by headcanoning that Hera conceived Jacen in the three weeks between S3 and S4 and she's been standoffish and cagey about it because she doesn't quite know know yet and she's being anxious and worried and preoccupied and prickly as a result. I headcanon this because it's been my own experience when the husband and I have, ahem, not exactly been careful and had not had more kids in the plans.

Anyway.

Sorry is this not how the scene went? Lol.

Alrich immediately knows it's his baby girl aww.

Huh, I'd forgotten the side pockets on these transports could be used to stick extra troopers. Neat.

This is pretty nicely staged, a lot of fast smooth movement with the jetpacks, Sabine using the bike as cover was a clever touch. The speed of everything is really on display.

Love this hero cue when Kanan ignites his saber and enters the fray. Every character gets a nice little moment of being awesome.

Even Chopper gets to be a flying menace, clonking that one Trooper on the head with a blaster lol.

IF NO SUPPOSED TO SHIP LITERALLY WHAT EVEN IS THIS "SHE'S NOT MY GIRLFRIEND." MOMENT?

And ooop, show just stabbed me with Sabine's frantic worried, "Ezra! Get out of there!" and my brain went straight to the finale you guys really need to stop doing this to me.

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Little shit even gets in a cheeky, "Was wondering where you were." I love him.

And Kanan and Ezra look so happy for her awww.

Tiya's acting when Sabine realizes her weapon is on the battlefield is very nice. Sabine sounds horrified and heartbroken and scared.

Sabine's theme drawing out in long slow mournful notes here.

I'm actually really glad they didn't kill off Ursa and Tristan. It would have meant basically nothing since neither of them were developed enough characters for us to care and also I really didn't need another How To Train Your Dragon 2 Stoick/Valka gutpunch in my life.

Never kill off your characters unless you can tell more story with them gone than you can with them there.

Sabine's showing more emotion than we've seen out of her since "Trials of the Darksaber" oof.

Sabine getting a little bit distracted in her anger and grief and needing a nudge from Kanan. She's going to struggle with this a bit this episode.

It's cute how Bo-Katan kind of implies that Ezra should fly out with her to take down the TIEs.

This poor boy looks so consternated with all these crazy Mando shenanigans lol.

Yeah no, watching the Dutchess in action does not get any better.

Thrawn being all Villain Admirer of the Spectres again, while also picking at Tiber Saxon's logic here. It's basically the same logic and line of objections he has to the Death Star, that it's a bloated and inefficient waste of resources and will create more Rebels than it can kill. Thrawn is trying to point out, "Yeah so this literally insults the honor of a hot-headed quarrelsome proud warrior race culture how exactly is this supposed to quell them from rebelling again?"

Awww.

Ezra immediately gearing up to fight Bo-Katan to protect Sabine. <3 And then the other Clan Kryze members a minute later. <3

"Down boy."

You know something I haven't commented on is just how washed out Mandalore looks. Like, Lothal is covered with brown plains too but there's so much more life and color in them. Like the difference between Kansas farmlands and a nuclear testing site.

There's some kind of unspoken history here between Rau and Bo-Katan in the way they interact which... intrigues me. They talk like old friends and I would definitely like to know more about how they know each other.

With Bo-Katan's little speech here, I do see how people were expecting Sabine to be set up to be Mand'alor.

Something darkly ironic in Sabine naming a superweapon after a pacifist.

Tiber channeling his best Imperial fanatic here. What an ass.

This shot was apparently a visual shoutout to a similar one in TCW's "The Lawless", with Obi-Wan Kenobi. Not the last time Ezra and Obi-Wan would be paralleled.

Tiber really shouldn't have let Sabine have access to her own weapon, that was a stupid move.

Ooooh there's more on that theme of "We make deals with the Empire to survive." Tiber honey that never works out for anyone.

Sabine modifies the weapon all right, but Tiber's eagerness to use it after she warned him not to is hoist by own petard poetry.

BOY IT SURE IS A GOOD THING SABINE DIDN'T SET THE WEAPON TO FULL POWER OUT OF REVENGE. JUST IMAGINE WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED IF SHE LET HER ANGER DRIVE HER TO DO THAT?

OH WAIT I DON'T HAVE TO IMAGINE, TVTROPES HAS ME COVERED.

THANKS TVTROPES. THANKS FOR THAT BIT OF FRIDGE HORROR.

Sabine does still have a very mean vengeful streak in her even after all her years living with Jedi so it takes a bit of prodding from Bo-Katan (of all people) to talk her down from this wrath moment.

We can count that whole Star Destroyer as Sabine's kill right? Lol, she's catching up to you Chopper, better murder some more capital ships.

"The Empire will send everything they have to crush Mandalore." Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. *cringes in The Mandalorian's account of The Purge*

Honestly I think the reason they had Sabine give Bo-Katan the darksaber was because they didn't want to have to write around Sabine being absent again lolol. Having to stay and be the leader of a whole planet would have definitely taken Sabine away from the front lines of the wider Rebellion and more importantly taken her away from her crew and family and like hell were they going to let the Spectres go back to Lothal without her.

Ngl, I ship it a little bit.

This could have been a little more earned, not gonna lie.

IF NO SUPPOSED TO SHIP LITERALLY WHAT EVEN IS THIS??!!?

I'll be honest I'm not really invested in the Mandalorian side of things in fandom so while a lot of these action sequences were pretty cool visually I didn't have much emotional connection unless characters I already knew and loved were onscreen. I'm at least happy we got the arc done and over with and cleared up the rest of the season for other, more interesting (to me) things.

I've got no real thoughts on Bo-Katan, she's fine in this episode but like I said, inconsistent with her other appearances, I don't mind her being leader and having the darksaber but I would have liked her characterization to have more of a coherent throughline from TCW to Rebels to The Mandalorian.

Let's be honest I'm mostly just here for the Ezra/Sabine bits. <3

Next up, field trip with Crazy Uncle Saw!

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