Fishy

26 and figuring out how to adult

[mylunacrow]

Harry's Healing Journey by Yukiangel

I found this work yesterday and was reading it today. When I clicked to read the next chapter, it said it does not exist. When I looked up Yukiangel, the same thing happened. Does anyone know if the writer deleted their account, or if something else happened? I just finished chapter 38 of 51. I was looking forward to what was going to happened next.

[pridoo]

Hi, I’m Pridoo! I’m an artist and graphic design lecturer at a university. Here is a masterpost with links to my DinLuke comics!

You can find my steamier art on my Pixiv and Twitter, along with all art I post here (viewing mature content requires signing in). ♡

My comics:

My Hot Jedi Summer: By a strange accident in The Force, two Lukes from another universe or timeline appear to Din and Luke’s home. Din is going to have his hands full for the next 24 hours. 100 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy. Gumroad

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Terra Obscura pt I: Luke and Din crash on a deserted planet together. While waiting for help, they must muscle through the cold nights and hot days of the planet while coming to terms with the fact that they crave for each other. 117 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy Gumroad Teasers

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Terra Obscura pt 2: Luke and Din meet again two months after being stranded together, when they are sent to destroy a dangerous imperial base. Their encounter becomes heated but they also have to face the fact that their relationship is developing into something that should probably be discussed. 119 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy Gumroad Teasers

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Terra Obscura pt 3: Picking up right where part 2 left off, Luke is faced with an overwhelming situation of power and loss. What could the future look like for a Jedi and a Mandalorian? 134 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy Gumroad Teasers

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TERRA OBSCURA BUNDLE: Get the whole trilogy with discount. Three pdfs and more than 360 pages in total.

Etsy Gumroad

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Boil: Din and Luke take shelter from rain to a cave that appears to have a hot spring in it. Luke sees the opportunity to get to know the Mandalorian more closely. Naked. 46 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy Gumroad

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Break The Rules: You can find almost all of my naughty DinLuke drawings in this collection from 2021 to October 2022. It also includes two new illustrations that you won’t see anywhere else. So if you’ve avoided pixiv or twitter or can’t seem to grasp the tumbler guidelines, this is super handy. 66 pages, 18+ only.

Etsy Gumroad

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Heavy Metal Lover: This digital fanbook/zine contains a 30-page comic “Consolations”, 3 revisited illustrations and 11 brand new illustrations. 44 pages, 18+ only.

Gumroad

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Coffee jar: Ko-fi ☕️💌 For 3 coffees or more I'll draw a Thank You note!

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[pridoo]

Finally, My Gucci Boots is also on Soundcloud.

[sirladyknight]

Obi-Wan wears like 53 layer of robes so everyone assumes he’s kinda soft especially compared to his ‘in the prime of his youth’ former Padawan but then one day he goes shirtless to spar and he’s shredded, he has an 8 pack. Clones and Jedi alike are choking on drinks and tripping into walls. Ahsoka is covering her eyes and screaming because that’s basically her grandpa. Anakin has to throw a robe over Obi-Wan like The Birth of Venus. 

[orientalld]

I BLAME YOU ALL

[gabedoesthings]

Promptober Day 19 - Force bond + Masturbation ☄️

Tags : sexting, masturbation, the force shouldn't be used like that

Yes, I wrote this in the car with everyone else going for the roadtrip, that's how I love you all

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Anakin often wonders how the bond linking him to his Master worked. To what depths did it go ? How far could they stretch it ? Was it possible to transcend the immateriality of it to send more than emotions, to share sensations and odors or tastes as well ?

That’s the kind of experiment he likes to do when he’s bored and Obi-Wan is away. 

Right now Obi-Wan is stuck in a Council meeting which started hours ago and Anakin goes round in circles waiting for him to come back. 

He could train, go out with other Jedi or even meditate but he’s not in the mood for any of this. He misses Obi-Wan. 

Letting himself fall flat on the older Jedi’s bed with a little huff, he looks at his holowatch for the hundredth time. Still no message from Obi-Wan. 

With a sigh, he turns on his stomach and presses his face into Obi-Wan’s pillow, inhaling deeply in the masculine scent of his shampoo and after-shave. He loves the way he smells. He always had, for as long as he remembers, hiding in the closet where he used to hang his robes. 

“Mm…” 

Anakin pushes his nose into the fabric until he can’t breathe anymore. Then it’s only muscle memory when one of his hands slides between his legs, pushing his sleeping shorts just low enough to free his half-hard cock. He should probably be embarrassed to be aroused by the mere smell of Obi-Wan’s products on his pillow but he stopped caring a long time ago. 

Obi-Wan knows very well how obsessed with him Anakin is. With every single part of him. He always complains about his lack of shame but Anakin knows he’s secretly delighted by it. He knows he likes being worshiped like Anakin worships him. 

Maybe if he focuses enough he can make Obi-Wan experience his arousal and pleasure through their bond. Make him feel how much he misses him, how much he wishes he was there with him, kissing his neck and stroking his cock. 

Lifting one of his knees to have a better angle, he starts grinding against the bed, against the soft cotton of Obi-Wan’s sheets and against his fingers, circling the spongy head with his thumb to make it wet and sticky. Every little pant he draws sends a delightful wave of Obi-Wan’s scent into his mouth and nose. If he imagines it hard enough, it’s almost like kissing his skin. 

He lets the bond he shares with the older Jedi wide open, hoping that some of what he experiences would be able to reach him to the highest room of the Jedi Temple. 

The idea of Obi-Wan’s perfectly polished demeanor being disturbed by Anakin’s pleasure, by his little pants in the crook of his ear, by the smell of his sweat sends a jolt of excitation coursing through his veins. 

Focusing harder on the intangible thread between their souls, he tries to channel all of his sensations, pushing them into their bond without knowing if they would end up where he wanted. 

Pushing his hips harder into the mattress, he lets out a moan half-muffled by the pillow under his mouth. 

Fuck, Obi-Wan, I wish you were here. 

His thought was barely sent through their bond that Anakin hears the sharp ringing of his holowatch, signaling him he received a message. He knows it's Obi-Wan because he programmed a special ringtone just for him. 

Pulling his arm from between his legs, he lifts his wrist to his face, opening the message with the tip of his nose. 

Kenobaby - 11:38 GST 

I don’t know what you’re doing but I’m in the middle of a meeting. 

Anakin can’t help but grin widely at the message. Whatever he’s doing, it seems it’s working. He straightens a bit so he can use his other hand to type an answer. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:39 GST 

U don’t know what I’m doin ?

It takes a little while until Obi-Wan answers again. Anakin starts playing with the head of his cock again, turning on his back to be able to check for new messages and reply. 

Kenobaby - 11:43 GST 

Let me rephrase. I know exactly what you're doing, I just don't know how you're doing it but stop. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:43 GST 

I can tell u how 👅

Kenobaby - 11:45 GST 

Anakin. Not now. 

Anakin grins at his screen, wrapping his fingers tighter around his length, giving it lazy strokes, delighted by the exchange. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:46 GST 

Why not ? I miss u :( 

Focusing back on their bond, he closes his eyes, trying to make Obi-Wan feel how much he missed his presence, his warmth, his fingers, his tongue… A little ring makes him open his eyes a couple of seconds later. 

Kenobaby - 11:48 GST 

Anakin, I swear. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:49 GST 

Love to make you swear 😛 Happens only when u let me put my cock inside ur pretty hold

Anakin Skywalker - 11:49 GST 

Hole*

He can feel a wave of exasperation pulsing through their bond and bites his lip. He knows he piqued Obi-Wan’s attention, even if it’s for the wrong reasons. 

Kenobaby - 11:40 GST 

You’re so vulgar. 

He knows he is. Vulgar, crude and unashamed. He also knows it makes Obi-Wan all horny when he speaks like that, even if he would never admit it out loud. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:41 GST 

Not very focused on ur meeting are u ? U thinkin about my cock ? 

Kenobaby - 11:43 GST 

Anakin, please. The meeting is ending in 20 minutes. 

Anakin groans. Twenty minutes is way too long. He needs Obi-Wan right now. He needs him between his legs and buried deep inside of him, needs his mouth on his own and his fingers pulling at his hair. He lets all of that drip voluntarily into their bond. 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:45 GST 

I'll be done by then 

There’s a long moment of silence where Anakin wonders if Obi-Wan simply cut his holowatch to focus back on the meeting. He continues to touch himself, untucking the pillow from under his head to push it on his face, inhaling in it once again. He almost misses the little ping that comes after a few minutes. 

Kenobaby - 11:50 GST 

Wait for me ? 

Anakin Skywalker - 11:51 GST 

Hurry 

It’s precisely 12:01 GST when Obi-Wan pushes the door of his quarters, not bothering to undress from his robes when he enters the bedroom, finding Anakin sprawled out naked on the bed, smelling his pillow and pushing his hips against his fist with wet and desperate sounds.

“Force.” He groans. “You’re a menace.” 

“That's why… you love me.” Anakin pants, looking at him from under his thick lashes. 

Obi-Wan gets up on the bed, straddling Anakin’s thighs, eyes fixed on the motion of his fingers sliding along his wet and swollen cock. 

“I kriffin love you.” 

Anakin grins, sweat pearling on his temples and cheeks flushed with pleasure. He grabs Obi-Wan’s collar with his free hand, pulling him close, until he can whisper against his mouth. 

“And I kriffin love when you kriffin swear.” 

Obi-Wan crashes his lips against his own, invading his mouth with his tongue as soon as Anakin gasps for air. He moans and bites at Obi-Wan’s lower lip, being rewarded by a soft whimper that he swallows hungrily. 

“Fuck me.” He breathes out when they part, incapable of waiting a second more.

Obi-Wan’s hand wraps around his own on his cock. 

“Maybe later.” He whispers against his ear. “I think you need to learn patience first.” 

[studioghibelli]

mark of the beast | din djarin x reader

summary: a jedi running from her past, a mandalorian after her scent. it’s a match made in heaven, really. 18+

warnings: enemies to lovers, jedi!reader, female!reader, inaccurate & made up star wars lore bc this is my fic and i can do what i want, a twinge of angst, smut (cock warming, unprotected sex, piv, oral, etc.)

a. note: this is my first mando fic. be nice. or don’t. i can’t stop you. remember- you are responsible for the content you consume! enjoy y’all. ALSO my lovely pookie bear @syd-djarin helped me brew ideas for this and listened to me scream about it. love you always xo (also not spell checked bc it’s midnight & i don’t have that kind of motivation rn)

The last time you had seen the Mandalorian, he had you pinned down on the floor of your ship, his metal laden arms on each side of your head as he fucked you.

Deeply, languidly, passionately.

He hated you. And you hated him. And each time you met, again and again, you made sure to remind each other just how deep your distaste ran.

It had been a game of cat and mouse for many moons now, each of you after the other, but never desperate enough to give in and actually do the job you were assigned to do.

As an oath bound Jedi, Mandalorian’s were your sworn enemy, and as a bounty hunter tight for cash, Din Djarin was after you for the crimes of your father. Not exactly what he would consider fair, but it wasn’t his job to be fair. It was his job to hunt, kill, and get paid.

There was someone out there who was willing to throw a whole lot of money to the wind just to see your demise, and Din was working for him. Gladly, too.

Money was hard to come by these days, everyone knew it.

Lucky for you, however, Din had a soft spot- well, it was actually pretty hard sometimes.

It had been months since you last caught sight of him. You had been on Naboo, helping guard Her Royal Highness as a side job from your Master, and although you were surrounded by beautiful landscapes and incredibly designed buildings, the nights were awfully lonely.

Your thoughts would oftentimes wander to him. What was he doing? Who was he tracking? What planet was he on?

But sometimes, when the night was at its darkest and the only company you kept was the buzzing of creatures out amongst the forest line, you would wonder what he smelled like, how his fingertips felt, what shape his nose was. You would wonder how hot his breath would be against the crook of your neck, how rough his palms would drag down, down, down, until they rested on your ass.

It was forbidden.

All of it.

And despite the circumstances which you both found yourself in, neither of you could help it. There was electricity brewing, something magnetic which ground your souls together each time you saw one another. It was palpable, chewable, it lingered in the air and drifted against your bodies like a strong ocean tide in the heat of summer.

It disgusted you.

When will he find you again? He always did. Din was good at what he did. Sometimes you figured he was just putting off seeing you again, because you knew he could track you down in the snap of a finger.

There were times, when the months dragged on and dripped slow like molasses, you worried about him. Had he been hurt? Had he been killed? Did he not want to find you anymore? And in those moments, when your eyebrows furrowed and your forehead scrunched with an odd sort of sadness, a silly little feeling of despair, you would remind yourself of what you were, of what he was.

Sworn enemies.

And, as all things should be, who were you to question fate? Who were you to question the force?

So you would go back to your missions, to your postings, to your training, and you would take out all your frustrations with your lightsaber. Sometimes on rocks, sometimes on trees, sometimes on the people who tried to hurt you. You would swing and swing, arcs of green arching around your body, cutting and cutting, chopping and chopping, until your cheeks were wet with tears and your stomach was twisted in the tight grasp of confusion.

It was a ritual by now.

On this particular night, you were particularly reflective.

“You’re gonna give me one more.” He snarled, panting heavy like a dog behind the safety of his mask. You wondered how mean he looked, how his teeth were probably barred, how dark his eyes had turned.

You wondered if he ever smiled when he saw you, if his eyes ever went soft at the sight of your face. It was hopeless thinking that, and you always scrubbed those thoughts away as soon as they came. It was easier to fight with him, easier to dance your tango of hate each time your paths crossed, than it was to admit how you truly felt about him.

Your hands were pressed to the cool metal of his helmet, your face covered in a sheen of sticky sweat as his cock drove in and out of you, your cum creaming against him with each stroke he took, deep and slow.

He had made you orgasm three times already, and your eyes were half lidded with exhaustion, drool cornering at your mouth with each climax that racked your body.

“Look at me. Look at me.” His gloved fingers grabbed your chin, and you were met with nothing. No eyes, no gaze, no piercing look. But you knew behind that shield of metal he wore, something was brewing. “Oh.” The word came out like a whimper, a subtle whine you had never heard from him before, and at the sight of your pretty eyes, Din filled you with his spend, his twitching cock bringing you to your fourth and final orgasm.

As you sat awake, staring up at the ceiling in the small room you occupied, you couldn’t get the thought of him out of your mind. You were a shit Jedi. No attachment. Attachments lead to hatred- eventually, your master would say.

But what if you had always hated Din? What then? Did that mean you would always be attached to him? Had you been, since the very beginning?

Surely not.

You heard something, far off in the distance. A scrape of metal, a stray footstep.

There was a shadow behind your balcony door, broad and imposing.

The Mandalorian.

“Din.” You whispered to no one in particular, sitting up through your groggy vision. The early morning fog had settled outside, and as he opened the door, you saw his head slowly scanning, searching, looking.

Looking for you.

“Din.” You said again, this time as a greeting.

“I knew you’d be here.”

“Of course you did. You always know.”

He didn’t say anything. The only noise filling the room was the sound of his heavy steps, echoing against the ceiling as he slowly made his way over, stalking like a predator.

What did he look like? You could have sworn there was a little smile tugging at his words.

“You gonna put up a fight this time?” Din asked, stopping to watch you stand up from your bed. You stood on the opposite side as him, blinking in the moonlight as you took in his figure.

Formidable, masculine, perfect.

He was…. perfect. He always had been to you, hadn’t he?

The time apart had done something to you. It had chipped away at the ice which had froze over your heart, it had softened your war hardened hands that sought after blood.

“I might.”

“He’s offering fifty thousand for you.”

You nodded. “I know.”

Din tutted his tongue against the roof of his mouth, slowly walking over. Tap, tap, tap. His feet were heavy against the floor, and it made your chest tighten with anticipation.

When he reached you, his leather covered finger gently touched your chin. He lifted slowly, tenderly, your gaze meeting the visor of his helmet.

Oh, how badly you wanted to see him. Just once. That’s all you wanted. Maybe then you’d let him take you to your captor.

“I don’t think that’s enough.” He whispered, his hand trailing down to the hem of your night gown. You felt the cool touch of his fingers on your thigh, dragging up to touch the smooth cloth of your panties.

“How kind.” You moaned out, your words sardonic and broken.

He knew how to make you come undone. A simple touch, and he had already done your head in.

“Hm.” Was all he said after that.

Your panties became an afterthought as he effortlessly tore through the material, sinking his middle finger deep within the confines of your pussy. Your arousal pooled against your thighs embarrassingly quickly, the wet sound of your desire filling the air.

You could have sworn you heard a chuckle.

At the height of your ecstasy, Din pulled away, and you whimpered out pathetically at the loss of his touch.

He made his way to the bed, sitting against the headboard. Din tugged down the zipper of his pants, his cock hard behind the material of his boxers. Slowly he turned to look at you, and he patted his thigh once.

That’s all you needed. It was instruction enough.

Obediently, you pattered over, lowering yourself down onto his lap, your bare pussy against the bulge of his dick, solid and aggravated against you. You grinded your clit against the length of him, your hands on his shoulders as you looked up at him, mouth shaped into a delicate ‘o’ with eyebrows furrowed in bliss.

Din reached down, freeing his member, before helping lift you up and position his tip right at your weeping hole. The folds of your cunt were swollen and puffy, thick strands of your arousal dripping onto his roughened, tanned skin.

“Down.” He ordered sternly, and you happily complied, allowing his length to fill you to the brim. As you got ready to move yourself up, he stopped you with a firm hand on your ass. “Stay.”

“What?”

“Stay. Don’t move. Just…. stay right there.”

“O…kay.”

He let out a deep sigh, a deep, tired, guttural sigh, and leaned his head back against the wall as his vision peered upwards. You felt his hands on your hips, just holding you there, down against him, and every so often you felt his thumb twitch against your skin.

You grabbed his wrists, and he knew you well enough to not look. His gaze stayed on the ceiling. You held his palms closely, removing his gloved finger by finger, until his rough hands sat against your skin.

It was the closest you had ever gotten to him. Fucking was one thing, but intimacy was another.

You just stared at his fingers, long and thick, his nails trimmed and clean, knuckles bruised and battered. Slowly you kissed the tip of his middle finger, and you felt his cock twitch deep inside your cunt.

A moan escaped you, and you held on tightly to his hands as you tightened around him, grinding down in an effort to get a sliver of relief. Through it all you held his hand, his other resting on your back once more.

You could hear his breathing. Thick and heavy, his chest rising and falling with each inhale he took. Still, he didn’t look at you. He couldn’t.

Not until you took his finger in your mouth, your tongue hot against his skin. His neck snapped towards you, and a growl vibrated from the back of his chest.

“Cyar’ika.”

Darling.

Your breath caught in your throat, and your lips wrapped tighter around his digit. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat.

“I’m tired of this game.” You whispered, a string of saliva connecting your tongue to the pad of his index finger. “Tired of the running. The pretending.”

You rocked yourself against his dick, eliciting a heavy moan from Din. It climbed from the back of his throat, emptying out of his mouth like a heavy sigh from a long day of work.

“Yeah?” He asked, his fingers digging into the supple softened of your flesh. “Pretending what, mesh’la?”

A whimper you couldn’t hold back escaped from between your lips, glossy with your spit as you rolled your hips against him, fingers tracing against the hardness of his shoulders.

What were you, if not brave? Who were you, if not truthful? You knew what had to be said next.

“Like I don’t love you.”

It was quiet for a long time, except the deep breaths stuttering from the man before you.

He was a mess for you. Truly. He always has been, but tonight…. tonight was different. You were exceptionally radiant on this particular evening.

Had you done something different with your hair?

No. It wasn’t that.

Din knew what it was. He had always known what it was.

Love.

And they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, don’t they?

“Can’t… can’t see you. Can’t see your pretty face, cyar’ika.” Din’s words were angry, aggravated, rushed- but not at you. He was grasping ahold of your legs even tighter, as though he didn’t want to lose control of something, as though you were the only thing that could keep him anchored down.

“I’m right here. What are you talking about?” You cooed softly, your words gentle in the silver soaked air. There was a breeze coming in from the half cracked door, and the gentle kiss of the moonlight was basking over your bodies like radiant auras.

“No. My helmet. It’s fogged up. Can’t see your face. I need to see your face, mesh’la.”

And in that moment, he proved his devotion. Din was no longer devoted to his creed, to his religion, to anything else in that second of time. Right then, right there, you were the altar upon which he worshipped at, you were the deity at which he would dig the knife into the sacrificial lamb for.

In that moment, you were his religion.

In that moment, you were everything to him.

His fingers tumbled to the edge of his helmet, and he pulled it off his face in a quick, hectic movement, as though he would stop breathing if he didn’t take it off.

You gasped out at the removal of his mask, at the quickness of his actions- it was as if he didn’t even have to think about it. You were face to face with him finally, after years of never know just how handsome he was.

There he was.

Sweat beading at the corner of his dark, umber eyes, his cheeks flushed with arousal at the feeling of you wrapped tightly around him. His nose was curved, it was perfect, the way you always knew it would be, and his thick lips were parted as he sucked in air.

He was staring right at you, wide eyed, almost fearful if you hadn’t known any better. Din himself couldn’t believe what he had just done, but he had done it. The deed was signed, the deal was made.

That was the proclamation of his love. That was his approval at your statement.

Din Djarin was a man of few words, but you knew what this meant. As sure as the sun would rise, you were sure he loved you.

His palms cupped the side of your face, and you watched his eyes narrow as he took you all in. He breathed in slowly, allowing your sweet scent to fill his nostrils, before leaning in and kissing you deeply.

You moaned happily against his lips, your fingers moving to the tufts of brown hair that curled atop his head, pulling him closer until you were so tightly pressed together you thought you would get stuck.

As he held you there to him, Din wasn’t quite sure where he started and you began.

You were one.

The Mandalorian pushed you back against the mattress, his cock sinking deep into you once more, before he started to fuck you. He savored each stroke, and you watched his eyelids flutter open and close with each push, the gentle sound of his skin against yours ringing through your ears.

“Cyar’ika. Feel so good. You feel so good.” Din chanted, leaning down to bury his face into your neck.

His lips pressed into your skin, and you felt his teeth gently bite down into your flesh, sucking at a spot right beneath your ear that made your toes curl. He kissed down into your collarbones, connecting your marks and spots with the tip of his tongue, reaching your mouth once more.

Your hands held his face in place as you allowed him to explore your mouth, your tongues tangling with one another as he moaned obscenities into your lips, falling apart at the seams for you, and you alone.

As he always had done. As he always would.

His fingers found your clit, and he rubbed slowly at the little bundle of nerves as he fell into the kiss deeper, moaning and twitching against you as he fucked into your cunt.

His name sounded so pretty falling out of you.

Din. Din. Din.

Like a prayer meant only for him. Like a song sung only for his ears.

“Please.” You whispered, pulling away to look at him. You would never stop. How could you? He was gorgeous. Thinking back as far as you possibly could, you couldn’t remember anyone as beautiful as Din.

“Please what?” His voice was softer, more tender than it had ever been, and he looked down at you as though you hung the stars and moon, as though you were the creator of his entire universe.

“Make me cum.” You begged quietly, your fingers raking down the armor of his chest.

Din fucked in to you slow and steady, his middle finger circling your clit languidly. You moaned for him, back arching off the bed sheets, as you relished in the pleasure he was giving you.

Everything about him was damn near perfect.

The way he felt, long and thick inside of you, stretching you out and hitting pleasure points you didn’t even know existed. How he was looking at you, behind thick eyelashes with a gleam of adoration sparkling in his irises. How he touched you, with intent and care.

The Mandalorian was in love with you.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and you whined out as you looked up at him. “Why’d you stop? Are you okay, Din?”

He looked down at you, and his eyes had darkened with something primal. “I need to taste you.”

Your moan was all the permission he needed.

Mando pushed your thighs back, exposing your perfect pussy for him, and wasted no time wrapping his mouth around your clit. He groaned out at the taste of you, the flat of his tongue dragging up and down the folds of your pussy, until you felt him push it in your tight hole. Din began to fuck you with his tongue, exploring every inch of you as the tip of his nose rubbed into your clit.

You grabbed a fistful of his hair, holding him gently in place as your hips grinded into him, each moan only provoking him further.

He must have died and gone to Heaven. Din moved away from your leaking cunt, instead focusing on your little clit. He watched it throb for him. Once, twice, until an arrogant chuckle escaped him and he had no other option but to suck.

The tip of his tongue traced shaped against your button, his nails digging into the skin of your thighs as he dragged his muscle up and down, left and right.

You didn’t know it, but he was spelling his name. Again and again. You were his.

Nothing was going to change that.

He moaned against your pussy, his face covered in your slick, as he dived further into your folds, your clit aching in his mouth as your orgasm quickly approached.

“Gonna cum.” You whined out, your fingers dragging up and down the back of his head and he kept up with the same consistent movements, your thighs shaking around his ears as a loud cry of pleasure ripped from the back of your throat, your climax rushing through you until you were convulsing in his grasp, gasping for air as he rode you through the height of your euphoria.

“That’s my girl.” He muttered as he pulled away, a wet kiss placed on your inner thigh. “My sweet little cyar’ika.”

“Oh, Din.” You breathed out, thumbing a lock of his hair as he slowly climbed on top of you again. His dick eased into you gently, and you moaned at the feeling of being full again.

Din fucked you deeply, deeper than anyone ever had been, your spend coating his member as he looked down at you. You had never felt safer.

“Look at me.” He whispered softly, and this time when you looked at him, he was looking back.

His lips peppered across your face, not leaving an inch untouched, until you felt his hips stuttering. You loved your hands to his cheeks, making him look at you as his orgasm built. You wanted to see what he looked like when he came undone for you.

You watched with bated breath as his cum poured into you, his jaw clenching and eyebrows furrowing as an animalistic grunt escaped him, a shiver running through his spine as he looked down at you. His lips parted, your name tumbling off of them, being murmured in the most beautiful of melodies.

Din fell down against you, holding you close as you both allowed the euphoric waves of pleasure wash over you, like two seashells resting at the precipice of the ocean.

He found your hand as he looked up at the ceiling, lacing his fingers with yours. It was a small gesture that meant everything to you.

A long moment of silence ran through the room. Your breathing had steadied, and no word was spoken, until his soft voice finally filled the air.

“I missed you.”

You gave his hand a tight squeeze. “I missed you, too.”

The next day you boarded the Razor Crest with him, and he put a bullet straight through the eyes of the man who had a bounty on your head. From that day forward, Mando promised himself no harm would ever befall you.

And Din Djarin was a man of his word.

[tinydefector]

I love the perfume pheromone so much could you write about how Ultra Magnus/Mimimus and Rung react to it please 👀👀👀

Ultra Magnus

He gets hit with the sweet scent that smells like Galium Gummies and Energon wine it has him doing a double take in his office as he works alongside you. He's so confused as to where it is coming from until his sensor all points to you. He tries to be subtle about it, inching closer in hopes he could inhale the sweet scent. His intake lubricates, and his sensors start going haywire. "What is that?" He asked, trying not to lean in closer. When he realises its on your skin it makes him desperate want to taste it.

"Oh, it's perfume. Sorry, is it really strong? I hope it isn't, " you call out while rechecking some of the flight gear and taking stock of what would be needed at the next planet the ship stopped on. He ends up walking off to take care of his issue before he can succumb to the sweet scent that's overwhelming his sensors.

Minimus (in case people like them separated)

He's deep in recharge when you pounce on him. His optics flick on as you smile down and laugh slightly at his surprised expression. A content hum leaves him as he pulls you down into a kiss, and then his scenors finally register the scent that seems to dance on your skin. His lips trail across your throat and collar bone as he pulls you snugly into his lap. Slowly grinding against you as he continues his assault on your skin, leaving hickies in his wake. "You test my patience too much, beloved," he mumbles into your shoulders. Another giggle leaves you as he rolls you to lay on the berth.

Minimus is a very passionate lover when given the chance, littering kisses on your skin in the aftermath of your teasing. Holding you close as he traces his digits across your face, his optics watching in true awe as if you were a gift from primus himself.

Rung

Dear Lord, if this bot smells perfume, it's like a switch flips. He's on you the moment he sees you dragging you into a passion kiss as he desperately works your clothes off. He's a rather passionate lover, and despite his calm and soothing nature, he is a beast in berth. You are rather sore after the amount of rounds you both have. In the end, you're sleeping pressed against his chassis with Blankets pilled around you as he softly reads.

He ends up looking for a very specific perfume to gift you later on. One he believes will taste divine on your skin.

To Rung, you taste like red energon with copper swerlls and rubies.

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LOVE GROWS

Din Djarin x GN!Reader —☆

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ about: Grogu wanted to see you, and frankly, he isn't the only one who does.

ִֶָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ warning/s: none that's disturbing! (no canon typical violence) this oneshot will include love confessions, so yes. (was listening to love grows by edison lighthouse while writing this.) a few mando'a words, but the translations will be shown at the end!

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ word count: 2.2k

ִִֶֶָָ 𓂃⊹ ִֶָ note/s: hello! it takes a while for me to finish writing, and it's my first time writing for din djarin. this might be a little out of character, but i swear i'm trying to write properly for him.

The distant cooing of Grogu echoed around the ship, pointing at a small crown made of dried and preserved flowers that hung near his hammock. His big black eyes pleading.

It's a free moment anyway, and it's just little Grogu and his dad lurking through the galaxies. Only the engine of the ship functioning is heard, along with his little coos, begging for his father's attention.

Din looks behind him, leaving the controls on autopilot for him to go to his little one. He stands up, seeing Grogu patiently waiting for him to get closer as his little hands wave over the flower crown that felt as if it was protecting him from his nightmares; seeing as it's hanging by his bed.

He can't resist the little bundle of joy's pleas, and he of course will bring him to one of the places that bring the two of them that feeling of home and comfort, adamant that Din refuses to admit it, Endor.

The Mandalorian loves seeing his child happy and comfortable; if Grogu was happy, so was he. Just the two of them against the world… but lately Grogu seems off. Din stressed over not knowing what was going through his mind that sometimes he hoped to have the ability of a jedi to communicate and at least see Grogu's mind.

On the way to Endor, Din welcomes Grogu to sit on his lap, even leaving a little seatbelt for him so he wouldn't fall. It's a quiet journey with only the little one humming a tune that showed his excitement. A tune you once sung to him as he slept in your arms.

Soon enough, the two touch down at the Forest Moon of Endor.

Grogu starts to race Din to the exit, his little feet being too fast. Beneath the helmet, he just smiles. The twinkle in his little Grogu's eyes made his heart swell.

It's evening as they arrive, so patiently, the little one waits for Din outside of the ship. “You're too excited, kid." He chuckles, following behind as Grogu heads for the familiar little cottage that felt like home. It wasn't their house per se, but the person who lived in it was what made it feel like home.

“Grogu?" The warm and familiar voice greets, opening the door before he can even knock with his little hands. 

You. A Jedi.

Wind chimes echo and twirl through his big green ears as he swiftly hugs and tugs on your leg. You carefully pick him up as he snuggles in closer. “We've not seen each other in a while, little one. D'you miss me already?" He nods, tapping on your cheek, engulfing in the warmth.

“Sometimes I think he likes you more than me." Din jokes, crossing his arms afterwards. Somewhere lingers his smile. You can feel it. But you've not seen it, sadly.

“Mando, Mando… He just missed me." You shrug, inviting him to join you inside.

As you hold Grogu in your right arm, the first place you head to is the kitchen, remembering that you just made a batch of wildberry pie. Surely this would satisfy his appetite. A body so small, an appetite so big.

You sit him on one of the chairs, placing the plate of pie in front of him. His smile grows, making his little teeth visible. Before taking a bite, he looks at you happily, giving you a thanks.

While he is busy eating and enjoying his meal, you sit beside Din who was quietly sitting on the couch. 

“So," You give him a suspicious but cheeky look. “this is the third time this month. Odd, isn't it?" Usually they would go here once a month, or sometimes rarely as bounties were always happening.

“Grogu just wanted to see you." Din replies, feeling an invisible lump in his throat before handing you an envelope with little drawings on it that was definitely Grogu's doing. “I have something for you by the way. Well, we." Indicating him and Grogu.

You take it carefully, appreciating the fact that the crayons you gifted the last time they were here got well used. Grogu tried to eat it once, leaving you and Din in a panicked state.

“You sure that's not the only reason?" Teasing him as you poke his armored side a little bit.

“...Yes."

“Ok." It's soft how you said it, and you actually do miss him and want to see him. You miss him everyday which was an overstatement, but you love it every time he and Grogu were here. “Well, it's never too bad to miss a friend."

Remembering the scraps you found when you were looting a couple of abandoned places, you stand up. “Oh! Wait here, I have something for you too." He gets surprised by your sudden movement, but he just waits patiently for you anyway.

“It's a music thing that I found, you just have to insert it in your ship's radio thingy… If you have one of those of course." It looked like a port that could play telegrams like the ones he gets from reports from Karga or Cara. “I designed a little music box to enhance its sound and liven up a room." Ok, you are psyched to let Din see this item you made, and frankly he isn't complaining. It even catches Grogu's attention as he was about to finish his entire plate.

From a random storage room, you pull the music box out then insert the port, the beat of an unfamiliar tune playing. “I don't even know who Rosemary is." You say, seeing Grogu start to sway to the music.

Oh, but love grows where my Rosemary goes…

“So, Din, what do you think?" Questioning him as you get all excited. “Is it nice? It's nice, right?"

“The kid likes it. It's nice." He crosses his arms, the distant light glinting from his helmet as he nods.

The little jedi walks to your leg as he lifts his arms up, wanting you to carry him. Upon shaking your hips to the beat, Grogu looks at his dad.

“No," Din says, crossing his arms. He makes an attempt to intimidate the both of you, but instead, you and Grogu look at each other then giggle. “I will not dance."

Grogu can feel a small, sly smile that begins to grow on Din's face.

A couple of moments pass with you constantly having to carry Grogu because he wanted to dance in your arms and teasing Din when the two of you saw him shake his hips a little bit. Those couple of moments left Grogu tired after a whole day in the hyperspace, longing to see you then relieving that longing shortly.

Din carries Grogu in his arms, leading him into your bedroom where a small hammock hangs beside your bed. Just for him. For Grogu.

Afterwards, you and Din talk in the kitchen, sitting across from each other in the dining area.

“So, that was fun.” You smile, looking at the cup of juice swirling in your hand. It was an exhausting whole day for you, running around doing errands, and ending your day with a surprise arrival by the two people you would trust your life with when this whole galaxy arrived, was the best way of resting from a draining day.

Din knew that when he got Grogu, he knew little to nothing of becoming a father, let alone that of a child who was to only be a bounty for him. But when time passed, the longer he spent moments with Grogu, he knew that he could do it. Or at least try to. The Child wasn’t the only one who benefited and learned from the situation and days they’ve been together as Din also learned in ways which he kept mostly to himself. He wasn’t alone. He’s not alone anymore.

Meeting you was an accident to him, but it was a good accident. It was an evening a couple of years ago where the Razor Crest landed near your house, obviously disrupting your peace. It was a tiring day like this and you just wanted to rest, but it was pouring heavily. You kept your guard up, of course, upon hearing a knock that you assumed was from the recently crashed ship.

You looked annoyed, but still asked him of his intentions. Apparently his ship had a couple of malfunctions where he needed a few parts. Luckily you had extra scrapped stuff that you were about to give out to some Jawas that would visit the place in a few days. A couple of the pieces were what he needed, and you just sold it to him.

He left you that same evening, meeting you accidentally once more at one of the bars where he actually was about to catch a bounty. The rest was a loop of meeting each other in surprising places and somewhat unconventional places until the two of you became friends. Not close friends, but still friends.

“It was fun.” He nods, seeing a glint from his helmet, the kitchen light reflecting on his beskar. He’s quiet, primarily keeping his words short even after knowing each other for quite a couple of years now.

No one says anything after that. It's a comfortable silence between you and Din, like always. You just look at him and wonder what he's thinking of right now. Tilting your head a little on the side while you settle your cup on the table, you furrow your eyebrows.

“Why are you looking at me like that?" Din asks suddenly, tilting his head the same way you tilted yours.

“Nothing."

There's a sense of longing that always went around your head. A longing for him, for some reason. You want him, although for certain he does not want you the same way. You already settle with an early heartbreak, and yet you want to risk every year you've spent seeing him, wanting him to be aware of what you really feel.

“There's something I have to tell you." If now is not the time, then surely that time will never come. It's a risk you're willing to take. “Follow me."

You lead him behind your house where a big tree sprouted in the middle with evergreen leaves, a couple of blue and violet leaves. The atmosphere looked warm, lights illuminating from your house.

“What is it that you want to say?" Din stands near the tree, you follow to stand opposite of him. He anticipates on what you have to say, truthfully he wants to hear such things from you.

It's never common for him to experience such attachment the way Grogu has, but something about those years of meeting you felt as if though he never wants to stop seeing you. He doesn't want to lose you in spite of the fact that he never was yours, nor were you his.

You're a Jedi. He's a Mandalorian. No amount of judgment could withhold such a partnership. Unless he's willing to risk it, unless you're willing to risk it.

Din can't shy away from the fact that his love grows. It continues to do so, and it blooms everyday. He is not admitful of this. Perhaps the vulnerability he is to display to you would give you a sign. You, to him, are different from the rest; with the exception of Grogu, of course. Din knows you would understand that.

“Din, I would go through the deep and dark undergrounds of Mandalore's ruins if it meant that your happiness would be the reward." You clear your throat, feeling that invisible lump that you want to cough out. “You know that, right?"

He grew silent. You immediately regret this. Under all of that hard exterior, that stoic stance, his covered face, is a soft, gentle person.

“I-" The flame in your chest is about to burst, each pump of your heart is firing your body up. Palms sweaty, skin tingling, you don't notice the slight yet noticeable trembling of your body. “Din, I-"

“Cyar'ika," Your eyes grow wide at him, your breaths still unkempt, your eyebrows filled with worry and shame. “Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum."

A slight chuckle of nervousness left your lips, your eyes a bit panicked, relieved, but why? “Din, you know I don't understand Mando'a."

“You're lying." He's right. You've been secretly studying Mando'a ever since he gifted you a box of tools after one of his bounties. It's not the most romantic or symbolistic gift, but Din knew what you liked; he kept mental notes of every detail about yourself that you've talked about.

Although you were learning the language in secret, you've slipped a few times. He's heard you speak in Mando'a at times where you've fallen asleep in his ship whenever you joined him every now and then. Din found it cute.

“Yes, I learned Mando'a." You admit, a little embarrassed. Your hands start to cover your face. “It just…It made me feel closer to you."

You feel his hands touch yours that cover your face. “Cyar'ika, every memory of you makes me feel as if I'm just a step away." It was true. Din felt closer to you with every scene of your beautiful smile, your natural self that had grease and dirt all over from fixing things and scavenging. He adores you.

Din pulls your hands away from your face, holding them both gently as his thumbs circled your palms. He tilted his head to you so as you did, your forehead touching his helmet.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum, Din." (I love you, Din)

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thinking about bruce, who always seems to know what you want before you ask for it and will not hesitate to get it for you. thinking about bruce, who although he can sometimes get awkward with physical affection will never hesitate to hold you close if you’re having a bad day. thinking about bruce, who only ever feels soothed after a nightmare if he can call you and listen to your voice, even if he doesn’t always say anything himself. thinking about bruce, who loves having you clean the grease paint off his face when he gets back from a patrol, always craving the gentle way you touch his face in those moments. thinking about bruce, who doesn’t really like his voice and hesitates to sing in front of people, but will do it without question if you only ask.

thinking about bruce, who may be broken and violent and wary of almost everyone and everything, but who has found salvation and peace in you, the person he loves, and who fights with renewed vigor every time he dons his mask and takes to the streets, because he knows he would give his own life just to make the world a little safer for you.

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[floffytofu]

Reader : stop doing that

Anakin : doing what?

Reader : you making kissy face

Anakin : kissy what?

Reader : the disgusting face when you see padme like you want to kiss her or something, you both just like master and cody. eww

Anakin : hey i'm not─ wait... MASTER DID WHAT?!!

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The Attachment

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The news of a young padawan meeting an ex-Jedi Master, now known as a Sith Lord, spread like wildfire throughout the Jedi Temple. It's supposed to be a remarkable achievement for a young padawan to survive such a dangerous encounter, but that would be a different story when the ex- Jedi is the one who has been taking care of them since a baby.

This encounter has led to the situation you find yourself in now. You stand at the center of the Jedi Council room, aware that the gazes of the Jedi Masters are fixed upon you with a mixture of anticipation and tension. Besides you, stands Commander Cody. Cody's composed exterior doesn't completely hide the subtle signs of tension. A slight furrow of his brow, the way he adjusts his stance – these small gestures reveal his unease. You share a brief glance with Cody, offering him a reassuring smile. Cody's expression softens as he meets your gaze and registers your reassurance. The small smile you give him seems to lighten the atmosphere, even if just a bit. It's a brief moment of connection amidst the anticipation in the room.

"Young Padawan and Commander Cody, we are glad to have you both back safely," Master Plo's voice breaks the silence.

"Indeed, however, we need to know what happened when you both met with Count Dooku and how you managed to escape," adds Master Windu, his tone carrying a mix of curiosity and concern.

Taking a deep breath, you consciously attempt to calm the internal conflict swirling in your heart. It's been three days since your encounter with him, yet the memories remain vivid, as if it all happened just yesterday. The familiarity of his voice and the aura of comfort that still radiated from him were reminiscent of the old man you had always known. The sight of the black robe and the crimson lightsaber, a stark contrast to his old blue one, stands as a barrier that keeps you from embracing him like the old days, it makes your heart ache.

In the uncomfortable silence, you sense a wave of comfort and reassurance flowing through the bond you share with your master. Meeting your master's gaze, you offer him a grateful smile. In response, your master returns the gesture with a smile of his own, the unspoken smile telling you that you are not alone in this challenging situation. You looking back at Master Windu and finally having courage to speak

"We didn't escape, Master. Count Dooku let us go"

You speak with a calm yet resolute voice, the weight of your words hanging in the air. A soft murmurs filled the Jedi Council room as you expected. You stand at the center of it all, the weight of the room's attention focused on you. Master Yoda's cane taps the floor, the distinct sound reverberating through the room, and an immediate hush falls over the Council members.

"More about what happened, young padawan, can you tell us?"

"Of course, Master. When Commander Cody and I got separated from Master Kenobi, we found ourselves unable to locate an exit for several hours. Then, unexpectedly, Count Dooku appeared. I didn't sense any immediate hostility from him. He engaged in conversation with me for a few minutes and just left when my Master and the rest of troopers were about to find us. I assure you Master, he didn't hurt me or Commander Cody"

Your voice slightly waver at the end, Master Yoda's perceptive gaze doesn't miss the subtle wavering in your voice. There's a tinge of sadness that flickers within his expression, a recognition of the complexity of the situation you've found yourself in.

"True, is that, Commander Cody?"

Cody's grip tightened on the helmet in his hand as he nodded. The memory of you and Count Dooku still lingered in his head. He recalled the way the separatist leader's eyes softened at the sight of you, how he inquired about your well-being instead of reaching for his lightsaber. In that moment, Cody had witnessed a side of the enemy he hadn't expected—a glimpse of humanity that defied the rigid lines of the war they were in. And at that moment, the clone commander immediately understood that an unspoken connection existed between you and the separatist leader before all of this chaos happened.

Master Yoda nodded at this. while Master Windu, his expression inscrutable, turned his attention from Cody to you.

"Yes sir"

"And what kind of conversation did you have with Count Dooku, Padawan?" Windu's voice was measured, carrying a hint of curiosity.

"He said he was glad that Master Kenobi took me as his Padawan and he just asked about my well being Master. and when I asked how he knew about me being Master Kenobi Padawan, he evaded the question. Instead, he simply asked me to trust that his intentions were for a greater purpose."

The room held a collective tension, your words echoing with a sense of intrigue that had captivated the Council. Windu's gaze remained fixed on you as he continued study your expression.

"And did you trust him?"

The familiar voice of your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, resonated in the council chamber, his gaze fixed upon you with a mixture of concern and expectation. You avoided his gaze, your eyes fixed on the floor as uncertainty weighed heavily in your response.

"I—I don't know,"

"I  heard Master Windu send you to help Master Nu at Jedi archive as punishment"

Startled by the unexpected but warm familiarity of the voice, you turned around to see none other than Master Dooku standing there, his presence commanding yet welcoming. His eyes held a glint of amusement as he regarded you.

"Master Dooku!" 

You exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and joy. A warmth spread through you as you closed the distance between you two. He returned your smile and opened his arms. In a heartbeat, you were wrapped in his embrace, feeling the reassuring strength of his arms around you. He lifted you effortlessly, a gentle chuckle escaping him as you put your tiny hands around him. 

"ah, my eager youngling. Always ready to greet the world with enthusiasm."

You chuckled at his remark, a carefree sound that echoed through the corridors as he carried you outside the jedi archives. The passing jedi masters received respectful nods and warm greetings from master dooku as he walked with you in his arms. 

"In my defense, it was an accident, master," 

you retorted, your tone playfully innocent as you recalled the incident he was referring to. Dooku raised an amused eyebrow, his lips curving into a wry smile. 

"an accident that included a book thrown at Master Mundi's face?"

you couldn't help but burst into laughter at the memory, your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment. 

"Well, i didn't mean to hit him. The force just guided the book in a different direction..."

Dooku's amusement deepened into a full-fledged smile, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of fondness and wry amusement. 

"ah, my young one, your creative explanations never cease to amuse me."

Master Dooku carried you through the serene expanse of the temple courtyard. Ahead, you spotted master Qui-gon Jinn standing before the majestic uneti tree. The sight of him brought a smile to your lips, master dooku's steps slowed as he approached the scene, Qui-gon look at his former master with you and smile with fondness.

"Master Qui-gon! You're back early," you exclaimed, your voice a mix of surprise and delight.

Qui-gon's eyes twinkled with warmth as he shifted his attention to you, his smile growing.

"Indeed, young one. I just finished a mission with my padawan," he replied, his voice carrying a hint of pride, "and upon returning, I heard some interesting news. Apparently, a certain youngling had a slight incident involving a book and Master Mundi's face. I wonder who that might be." 

You felt your cheeks flush slightly under Qui-gon's gaze, a mixture of amusement and slight embarrassment coloring your expression.

"It was— it was an accident, master Qui-gon I promise," you admitted, your voice tinged with a sheepish grin. "I didn't mean to hit Master Mundi. The force just had a different plan."

Qui-gon chuckle and your giggles fill the temple courtyard, the warm atmosphere surrounded the Jedi temple at the sight of two Jedi Masters and a young Jedi in front of uneti tree. The connection they grew is quite dangerous for a Jedi to form an attachment, yet they didn't feel that way. Instead, it feels right, just like where they belong all along. It feels warm, just like home.

"I want to meet your Padawan someday"

"and you will young one, I believe you both will get along really well"

 Now you stood in front of the uneti tree, alone. The wind around Jedi courtyard feels cold, the warmth surrounding this place seems gone as if it's gone with them. Perhaps it's never felt warm, it's just their presence who made it warm just like home. You look up at the tree as one of the leaves fell in your feet, you hold your tears once again.

You hate yourself for being weak, you shouldn't let your emotions control you like this. You're Jedi, you should let them go. The attachment is a path to the dark side, you remind yourself once again. But how you can let them go that easy as their memory with you keep lingering in your mind.

"I know that I'll find you here somehow"

The voice of your Master, Obi-Wan Kenobi, reached your ears. make you quickly wipe your tears, you look back at him forcing a smile.

"Sorry Master, I thought I could visit here before we go back to Negotiator again"

Obi-Wan crouched down, his eyes meeting yours as he gently wiped away the remaining tears from your cheeks. His expression looks troubled, there's sadness in his eyes as he looks at you softly.

"I know this attachment you had with Count Dooku and my former Master Padawan." he began, his voice tender yet filled with an undeniable weight. "I've never forbidden you from loving and treasuring someone. But there comes a time when we must let go. It's a difficult lesson we learn as Jedi. We can't allow our emotions to control us and lead us down the path to the dark side. I've already lost so much, and I don't want to lose you as well."

As his words settled into the air, your eyes brimmed with tears once more, and you couldn't contain the overwhelming surge of emotion any longer. You threw your arms around Obi-Wan, seeking comfort and warmth in his presence. Your sobs escaped freely as you clung to him, releasing all the pent-up sadness and sorrow that had been weighing on your heart. The Uneti tree stood witness to your vulnerability, the complexities of a Jedi's journey—a journey marked by love, loss, and the unwavering commitment to the path of light.

"Hush my dear, I'm here now"

On the outer edges of the galaxy, on the planet Serenno, an ex-Jedi Master stood by a window, lost in thought. Memories of a recent encounter with you played in his mind. It was the first time ever he saw you after a few years since his former Padawan Qui-gon Jinn death, since he left the order. The promise he made to you echoed in his mind—promising to take you with him someday.

He couldn't shake the image of your sad and defeated expression as you looked at his dark robe and his red lightsaber. As he looked out the window, his emotions matched the stormy skies above Serenno. He had left to protect those he cared about, but in doing so, he had left you behind, someone he had promised to look after.

But he can't go back now, it's already too late for him. He must finish this. The corruption in the senate needs to be erased. To end the suffering of civilians, no more corrupt senate, no more children have to live without parents like you. If this makes him a villain, then he is willing to take that risk for a greater purpose. He only hopes that you don't hate him too much for this. Someday, he hopes you will understand.

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The Commander

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You nervously tug at your padawan braid, trying to calm the thoughts race through your mind like a stampede. Today you are gonna meet your clone troopers batallion 212th. You always adore clone troopers. Watching them fight for republic in holonet with bravery, they may have the same faces but they're different in force. You can't wait to meet them but also nervous at the thought. What if they didn't like you? Since you're too young and what if they feel you're a burden, what if they think you didn't suit being in this war, what if-

"You're thinking too much Padawan, I can sense you nervous. But don't worry, I assure you, they would love you" Your Master said, smiling down at you as he fixed your Padawan braid again, after you kept messing it due to your nervousness. It's like a little tradition between the two of you now. Of course, you can braid it by yourself. but he insists he had to be the one who did it, and it really warms your heart.

After he fixed your braid, your master leaned over and checked your restraint harness once again like a worried tooka mother making you giggle. "I'm fine Master, you already checked it like 6 times"He laughed, and pat your head "Well better be safe than sorry"

After a few hours you finally arrived, the Republic Gunship gently touched down on the landing pad of the negotiator cruiser. With a steady stride, you followed your Master toward the exit ramp of the gunship. Your heart skipped a beat as you almost stumble, too busy looking at your surroundings. The welcoming sight that greeted you took your breath away, a meticulously lined-up formation of the 212th Battalion stood before you.

Obi-Wan cleared his throat, the anticipation in the air was palpable as all eyes turned towards you. making you slightly nervous, "Troopers, this is my new Padawan. From now on, they will work together with us. They have shown great dedication and courage in their training. And I trust in their abilities to serve alongside us" You stepped forward looking up to meet the troopers' gaze. your voice, though tinged with a touch of nervousness. "It's an honor to serve the republic alongside all of you" you looked at your master for reassurance before continuing "I may be young and still have much to learn, but I will do my best to serve alongside each and every one of you"

The troopers observed you with a mix of curiosity as murmurs of appreciation spread through the troopers. One of the soldiers couldn't help but comment "you're so small, can I carry you sir?" a few chuckles and smirks rippled through the troopers, following with the sound of a gloved hand striking the surface of a trooper's helmet echoed through the air, as one of them smack the trooper's helmet, receiving a surprised grunt from the trooper who received the unexpected tap.

'Ouch, what was that for?'

'Shut up Waxer'

You chuckle at the sight, they may be soldiers, but their force signature is welcoming. almost feel like─ home. Obi-Wan, standing beside you, couldn't help but join in the moment, his own smile mirroring yours. After the brief interaction and exchange of introductions, the troopers disbanded, each one returning to their respective duties. As you and your master talk about the next training, the sound of approaching footsteps caught your attention. Turning your gaze, you saw the trooper with slightly different armor. His force signature is warm. And his armor is adorned with unique markings like the sun.

Obi-Wan followed your gaze, noticed your curiosity and stepped forward. "Allow me to introduce you," he said, his voice calm and measured. "This is Commander Cody, one of the key leaders within the 212th Battalion." Commander Cody took off his helmet as he nodded in acknowledgement. "Commander" he spoke to you, your own eyes meet him as you whispering "Warm."

Cody didn't understand why his General brought young Jetii to the battlefield. He understands Ahsoka since she's not that young and she can handle herself, but looking at your tiny figure and your small hands. Cody feels⎯worried, it's not like he didn't trust his general. He trusted Obi-Wan even with his own life. The battlefield was a place of danger and chaos, and he hesitated to expose a child to its harsh realities. but it's not like he can do anything about it, since he is just a clone commander. and he made for serving Jetii. He's a soldier who made to follow orders without questioning them. Yet, his thoughts persisted, contemplating the potential impact of this change.

Cody met his general at cockpit. He didn't see you around and used this chance to talk with his jetii. Obi-Wan smiled at him as his gaze met with Cody's. "Something bothering you, my dear Cody?" Cody, trying to ignore the nickname glad having his helmet on to hide his blushing face, he cleared his throat, "Nothing general" he lied. Obi-Wan sighed and he placed a comforting hand on Cody's armored shoulder "You're not good at lying Cody, I know you are worried about my Padawan. But trust me my dear, I won't bring them for a big mission. And of course, I will do my best to protect them"

Cody's furrowed brow eased slightly as he absorbed Obi-Wan's words, "I'm sorry general, it's not like I didn't trust your judgement. It's just that they look so small and young. i just―" Obi-Wan eyes soften at this. A warmth spread through his chest, one he tried to bury deep within. Obi-Wan always tried so hard to resist these deep feelings he had for his commander, but he couldn't help it by looking at his dear Cody worried about his Padawan. Making him adore the clone commander more. With a gentle smile, Obi-Wan pushed those feelings aside as he locked his gaze with Cody once again. "Thank you for caring about my Padawan Cody, but I assure you as long as we're together nothing bad will happen"

Cody nodded at this, his heart quickened its pace as his gaze locked with Obi-Wan's. A swirl of emotions stirring within him, his eyes searched Obi-Wan's face, hoping his inner turmoil remained hidden beneath a mask of professionalism. He admired and respected the Jedi Master, but there was something more, something he dared not voice or reveal. The bond between them was unspoken but undeniable, both seem in denial or perhaps waiting for the right moment to utter connection between the two of them. For now, they would focus on the mission at hand, burying their feelings beneath layers of professionalism. But deep down, a flicker of hope burned within them, a belief that someday, when the time was right, when all of this was over, they would have the opportunity to embrace what their heart yearned for all along.

It was your first mission and it came rather unexpected in the middle of you and your master training. The council sent your batallion to assist 501st in geonosis. You feel nervous and excited at the same time. assisting 501st means you can meet Ahsoka again, but at the same time, this is also your first ever on the battlefield. You close your eyes and try to calm your mind as you hold your master's hand since you can't reach the handrail in the republic gunship. Sensing your nervousness, Obi-Wan offered a comforting smile at you. "ready my padawan?" you chuckle and take out your lightsaber as you step out from the republic gunship alongside with him and commander Cody. "Always do master"

The sight in front of you is already full of chaos, the air is heavy with tension as blaster fire streaks through the sky, leaving trails of light in its wake. The loud thud of exploding ordnance reverberates through the air, and the ground trembles with the impact of heavy machinery. Through the chaos, Obi-Wan's voice cuts through the clamor, "Cody told the men to hold our position until we find Anakin" Cody nodded dutifully as he commanded the troopers.

Besides you, Obi-Wan moves with precision and graceful, deflecting incoming blaster bolts with his lightsaber. "Stay close with me padawan, don't go anywhere until I told you so" You nodded as you tightly gript your lightsaber, your heart pounding in your chest. The deafening sounds of explosions and the shouts of soldiers blend into a symphony of warfare. Obi-Wan grunts when he uses the force to push some droids, he turns on the comlink "Anakin where are you? I swear-" a loud explosion sound cut Obi-Wan's voice, he sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes "that must be him, come on"

You and your master ran toward the explosion source, you can hear a Cody frustrated voice behind you telling his general to be careful only to get a reply with his smile, making you think this situation where your master runs toward the chaos must have happened very often before. When you arrive, you can see Anakin and captain Rex standing in the middle of broken droids. He smiles at Obi-Wan "took you long enough master" Obi-Wan sighs again as he looks around at droids wreckage, "Well can't help it since you left a lot of droids down there" Anakin is about to reply when his eyes landed on you "What this youngling doin here?" you gasp at him and felt offended.

You placed your hand on your hip in response, showing your annoyance. "Excuse me? I'm not youngling anymore. I am Master Kenobi padawan" you can feel your master and cody bite down a laugh as anakin looks baffled, "a padawan?? I thought you said you don't want one anymore after I got Ahsoka " Obi-Wan shrugged at him "you can say I changed my mind, talk about ahsoka where is she now?" Anakin only gave him that one look that Obi-Wan obviously didn't like at all. "Anakin, where is your padawan?" Obi-Wan asked again, more demanding this time.

Another explosion erupted, sending shockwaves through the air. a deafening boom echoed, followed by a blinding flash of light. The force of the blast propelled debris in all directions, shattering the surrounding silence. "That must be her sir" Rex said with sigh while Anakin smirk making Obi-Wan rolled his eyes again, "Anakin what did I tell you before about sending Ahsoka away without you?" Obi-Wan scolds him with a stern look, Anakin only shrugs at him and walking towards the explosion source with Captain Rex "She's not alone, I sent her away with a squad. And Fives, and oh also Echo"

After the dust settled from the explosion, Ahsoka and her squad troopers quickly regrouped, scanning the area for any surviving droids. Fives and Echo, with their blasters at the ready, covered Ahsoka as she took a cautious step forward, her lightsabers humming with energy. "Great work everyone, and now we wait until my master comes" Hardcase let out a groan, mumbling about wanting to blow up more droids, making ahsoka chuckle at him.

As you, Anakin, Obi-Wan, and Cody reached Ahsoka's location, the tension in the air was palpable. The battlefield was strewn with droids wreckage and the echoes of blaster fire still hung in the air. Anakin's eyes locked onto Ahsoka, a mix of relief and concern washing over his face. "I take that you did it secure the area then" he smile at her with fondness and pride, "of course master our squad successfully blowing up another droids reinforcements, we wait for your another command"

You looked Ahsoka in awe, she looks more mature and wise since the last time you both met before she got chosen as padawan. Her eyes sparkled with a depth of experience that belied her years, and you couldn't help but marvel at how much she had grown. Ahsoka's eyes widened slightly as you both eyes meet, she stepped forward and hugged you tightly "It's really you! I miss you so much" You smile widen as you hug her back and whisper "I miss you too sister" realizing having audiences. Slowly, you both released each other, maintaining a lingering connection through your hands that gently slid apart.

"I assume that you both know each other then" Obi-Wan said, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. Anakin stood beside him, his own grin betraying a mix of curiosity and amusement. You exchanged a quick glance with Ahsoka, "Ahsoka and I trained together as youngling in the Jedi Temple master. It's been awhile since we both met" Obi-Wan's smile widened as he nodded "Very well then," he continued, "we can continue the reunion later, let's focus on the mission ahead. Now we're here. Here's the plan"

The plan was simple yet crucial. You, your master, cody and the squad of clone troopers were tasked with infiltrating the Separatist stronghold and neutralizing their new weapon before it could wreak havoc. It was a covert operation, requiring precision, stealth, and swift execution. while anakin, ahsoka and 501st alongside with 212th distract the remaining droids. It should've been easy, but here you are now getting separated from your master.

It happened so fast. In the midst of the intense mission, as explosions rocked the facility, disaster nearly struck. Debris rained down upon you, threatening to crush you under its weight. Luckily, Cody is there immediately pulling you out of harm's way, saving you from the imminent danger. However, the harrowing incident caused you and Cody to become separated from your master, and the rest of the squad.

It's almost an hour, you and Cody navigating the labyrinthine corridors of the Separatist stronghold. Both of you still can't find any sign of your master, the comlink devices got crushed from an earlier incident, and the worst thing is you can't feel your master in force. The darkness is too strong here and it almost suffocates you. You sat beside cody after tired walking around, he offered you some rotation and you both ate it in silence.

"I know you didn't like me commander" you said while chewing your flavorless rotation, Cody let out a sigh, his expression softening "With all due respect sir, I didn't mean it that way. I just thought that you're..."

"too young?" you finished his sentence, Cody nodded in agreement. He looked at you with a concerned expression that you can't describe, "I'm a clone I never really had a proper childhood. Nor that I even know what the natborn do in their young age like you" Cody continued, his gaze turning thoughtful "But I know that young Jetii like you we're not meant to be in this war. I just thought that you could get way better than this. Like learning to be a jedi in more.. Harmless way" He paused, searching for the right words, "I know I don't have a right to say this as a clone, but still, it feels so wrong for me to let you in dangerous situations"

You looked cody with wide eyes, you didn't know what to say. The realization hit you that he didn't dislike you personally, but rather he resented having to expose you to the perils of war. It was a conflicting realization, as you never expected someone to care about your well-being in such a way beside Master Windu, Obi-Wan and other people who you didn't even want to remind of him anymore. You touch his scar with your tiny hand and smile at him "Thank you for caring for Cody, but I'm pretty sure as long as we're together nothing bad will happen. And please just call me by my name or anything other than 'sir.' It sounds weird to me" Cody chuckles at this, thinking about how Obi-Wan said the same thing before and nodded, "Fair enough" he replied with a smile. 

Just as you were about to speak, a familiar voice cut you off, sending a shiver down your spine. "Well, isn't this my precious grandchildren," the dark figure spoke, standing confidently in the corridor. You couldn't help but sneer at his presence, your disdain for him evident.

"Count Dooku"

[floffytofu]

The Padawan

next

The young woman humming while holding her baby, trying to stop their cries in her arms, even her head feels dizzy from blood loss. She is still trying to sing lullaby, ignoring the stare from a Jedi behind her.

"I can still heal you and bring you to coruscant" The Jedi knell beside her looked at her eyes with faint sorrow. "You know it will be too late for that Jedi master, I just need you to promise me one thing" The woman looked at the Jedi with pleading eyes and a single tear rolling down. "Please give my baby home to go back, don't let them be alone"

The jedi master swallowed hard, looking at the baby who is asleep peacefully now. He knew that Jedi couldn't form any attachment. He knew that he couldn't promise her anything. He knew that he had to ask all of the Jedi Council members permission first. But at the moment, he can't bring himself to say no to her. He can't bring himself to deny a desperate mother who just wants to save her child. And he can't deny the Force calling him to accept and promise to her.

"I promise"

-Time skip 10 years later-

"And what do you think you doing with that bird young one?"

You stop at your track, looking at Master Windu with a sheepish smile, holding a bird in your chest, afraid to drop it. "Oh, I uh- I found it at the outside Master, someone accidentally stepped on its leg. So I brought it to Healher Che"

Windu looked at you with skeptical eyes and sigh. He took the bird gently and looked at the leg who seemed already healed. He looked back at you "It looks fine now"

You nodded at him and released a breath who you didn't even realise you were holding "Can I keep it Master? Just to make sure it didn't get hurt"

Windu closed his eyes for a brief moment and kneeled in front of you. He held your shoulder gently "What do we learn about attachment young one?" you frown and sigh "I know attachment can lead to the dark side Master, but I promise I won't. I just want to take care of it"

Windu shook his head gently and stood up. He looked at you with a more serious gaze now or you called it with 'the council members gaze' "Young one, you need to control your emotions in check. You have already grown up now and soon you will be selected as a Padawan. If you can't control your emotions, it will be hard for you to be chosen as Padawan and we don't want that to happen"

You looked down at your feet and nodded "Yes Master, I understand" Looking at that, Windu's gaze softened, he took one of your hands and put the bird in your palm.

"Now let's set this little bird free together, shall we?"

You look up at the old Master and smile.

"With young Skywalker, how young Ahsoka did, hmm? Much potential the duo possessed" Master Yoda looked at Obi-Wan with a faint smile. Obi-Wan sat down on his chair and nodded at the old Grand Master "They indeed made a great duo Master, Ahsoka's presence really making a good influence on Anakin to teach him responsibility"

The Grandmaster nodded satisfied, "After young Skywalker, another Padawan, do you desire young Kenobi? perhaps hmm?" Obi-Wan rubs a hand over his beard, seems in deep thought "I don't think taking a Padawan is a really good choice in the middle of this war, but after looking at Ahsoka and Anakin. Perhaps I'll consider it Master"

"Good, it seems. Padawan for himself, Master Windu is already choosing hmm?" The old Master looking at Windu while holding his tomb. There’s a beat of silence before his reply comes "I do Master Yoda, but I still feel unsure considering their age is too young to become a Padawan"

The Grand Master shook his head gently and smiled. "Matter, age does not, to become a Padawan. Strong with the Force, they are, and guide them, it will. hmm" Windu nodded at this and seemed to agree with Master Yoda.

The Council continue the long discussion about taking young Padawan to the war zone. Some disagree. Some agree and the others simply remain silent. The idea of Jedi as a peacekeeper leading war is never to sit right in the first place, and now they had to bring the young Jedi to lead the Republic war? But they didn't have any other choice. It's what they believe so. Before the war there were more than thousands of them, and now because of this war there's a lot of them who had died to sacrifice themselves for the Republic victory. And now for the sake of peace, for the sake of their Jedi code lead them to this discussion.

"Heard enough, I have. Taking a vote, we will be. Consider the matter, we must. Collective decision, it shall be. Wisdom and insight, each member shall bring." Says Master Yoda, Before the council votes, the door swung open. Revealed the young Tholothian girl looks troubled "Ah- Apologize for the sudden interruption Masters" the young girl bow for a moment "Easy young one, what can we do for you?" says Master Plo koon gently, trying to ease the panic in her voice. The girl calmed her breath and answered

"There's a fight in the training ground"

Upon hearing the news, Master Yoda shook his head gently before swiftly making his way to the training ground, the rest of the council trailing closely behind. As they arrived at the training ground, they met with a disheartening sight. A pair of young Jedis, visibly battered and bruised, stood before them. Looking at their arrival, the boy quickly ran to them, leaving you behind with broken saber training in your hand.

"Masters please help me, they keep attacking me. It hurts Masters please"

Fury surged within you as the false accusations reached your ears, igniting a burning anger that consumed your thoughts and clouded your vision. You quickly tried to calm your anger, as you composed your thoughts and began to explain in desperate "No I didn't do it! He attacked me first, Masters please"

Your gaze darted anxiously from one council member to another, your eyes filled with a plea for belief. As your gaze meets with Windu's, you only look at the disappointment in his eyes, breaking your heart more. You drop the broken saber training in your hand and run away.

-a few hours ago, before the incident-

The training room crackled with energy as your lightsaber met with your sparing partner. Your blades whirled through the air. Trying to find the opening in your opponent's attack, sweat trickled down your forehead remaining focus. The air crackled with the hum of blades, each strike resonating with an intensity that sent vibrations through your very core. In a moment, you seized an opening in your opponent's defense. Purple and blue blade clash together as you swing, breaking his defense and disarming him.

Holding two training lightsabers in your hand, you point at his neck as your gaze meets his hard one. You lower your lightsaber and offering his weapon back, he snatched it from your grasp with a sudden, harsh motion as his gaze remained hard "You just lucky this time"

You scoff at that as you rolled your eyes, "Yeah, say that after I beat you like 3 times today Ian" He gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching tightly as a visible sign of his seething frustration, you sigh. "Seriously? I never understand why you seem to hate me that much. You know hatred can lead to the darkside" Without warning, he launched himself forward, his attack swift and ferocious as you block his blue lightsaber.

"Say that to someone who weild a purple lightsaber like you" He taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. As he kept lunged forward attacking you with furious swings, "You forget that Master Windu had the same saber as mine" you spat back as you raised your lightsaber to block the oncoming attack, the two blades colliding in a shower of sparks.

Your movements aimed at deflecting the blows rather than launching counterattacks. Despite your best efforts to block and avoid the attacks, Ian continued to press on relentlessly until he broke your defense as a strike landed solidly in your arm sending a jolt of pain towards your body "Stop, I don't want to hurt you" you strained, your voice laced with determination. But Ian seemed undeterred, he attacked unabated. As his face contorted with anger, he scoffed dismissively.

"Fight back your coward! No one chooses me as a Padawan because of you!" He lunge his lightsaber towards you as you block his attack again, "Maybe because you are not ready" you reply, making him shake his head, a mix of anger and frustration as he unleashed a powerful Force push, Your feet lost their footing, and your body collided with the ground as your head impacting with a jolt. Making your forehead begin to bleed profusely, leaving you momentarily stunned and breathless "I am always ready, more than anyone! until you come and try to get all the Masters attention!"

Gasping for a breath, you slowly rose to your feet as anger slowly began to consume you. You scoff at him as you wipe blood from your forehead "Then it's not my fault that I am more talented than you" you launched yourself towards your opponent. The clash of lightsabers echoed through the air as you unleashed a flurry of strikes, your movement fueled with a mix of adrenaline and anger. Ian seems taken aback by your sudden burst of energy, making you strike his arm and push him with force as the impact made him slam against the wall. You crash your lightsaber training on the wall beside his head as you try to gather your breath "I told you before, I don't want to hurt you"

After Master Yoda tells the boy to meet Healher Che at Medbay, he looks back at Obi-Wan gaze who remains still looking in the direction where your little figure ran away a minute ago. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked at the Grand Master, "Remind you of yourself, do they, young Kenobi? hmm" Master Yoda's voice carried a touch of curiosity and insight, his eyes gazing deeply into the young Jedi Master.

The question making Obi-Wan Kenobi pause, as a brief of flashback memories when he remembers he also got himself in the same position as you now. "Yes, Master Yoda," Obi-Wan responded, his voice steady yet tinged with a touch of introspection. "I didn't sense any lie in their words, they were telling the truth. I believe that the boy provokes them first"

But you can also sense anger from them" answer Windu as he sighing softly. There's a brief moment before he continues "I can't train them Master Yoda" Yoda nodded at this and looked back at Obi-Wan who seemed troubled. "But, Master Windu," Obi-Wan began, his tone measured yet earnest, "Surely you can train them to ease their anger"

Master Windu's expression remained stoic, his features unmoved by Obi-Wan's words. "My saber fighting form is not suitable for them" Master Windu paused, allowing a moment of silence to settle in the air. "You know well that Vapaad was explained as being a state of mind rather than just a fighting style. With their unstable emotions. It would lead them to the dark side, and I don't want to take that risk"

Obi-Wan's fingers instinctively reached up and grazed his beard, a troubled expression crossing his face. In his eyes, he saw reflection of his own past. He can feel how scared and lost you are. He can feel your desperation, the anger you feel when not being heard or understood. The look in your eyes broke his heart and he knew that he shouldn't feel this way as a Jedi, but he was willing to take the risk. He won't let you feel just like he did in his past, he won't let you feel alone.

"I'll take them as my Padawan"

A mischievous twinkle danced in Yoda's ancient eyes as a knowing smile spread across his face. It feels like he had foreseen this very moment unfold before him, "Train them, you will, hmm. The willingness of the Force, it seems."

You keep runaway ignoring the blood still dripping from your forehead and the pain as your head feels dizzy, until you reach the room of a thousand fountains. You hide behind the bush as you leaning against a sturdy rock, you huddled close, your arms wrapped tightly around your knees. Tears welled up in your eyes, shimmering with a mixture of sorrow, sadness, and anger. You don't understand how Ian could be that cruel. He is always bothering you since Ahsoka and Caleb are chosen as Padawans and shortly after that, Cal is also chosen and leave you behind alone.

You know you haven't been chosen because of your age, and now after the fight it will become worse. There's no Jedi Master who wants a Padawan like you, the one who can't control their anger. You hate this, being alone. You missed Ahsoka, she always comes to find you when you feel alone, and now she's not here. You are truly alone now, you think, until you sense someone coming. You look up as you see Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kenobi smiling softly at you. When he sees you didn't say anything, he sat down beside you.

"Master Windu told me this is your favorite place"

You look down and refuse to meet his eyes, "What do you want Master Kenobi?" Your voice slightly trembles, making Obi-Wan's heart clench, he sighs "I don't come here to punish you young one, don't worry. I know how you feel" you scoff at this and the realization washed over you, that you had scoffed Master Jedi Obi-Wan Kenobi. You quickly muttered an apology, but to your surprise he just laughed softly "I know it sounds unbelievable to you, but I can tell you a story about myself before I get chosen as a Padawan. How does that sound?"

You blinked up at him and nodded, he smiled at this. Obi-Wan's fingers reached up and grazed his beard as he couldn't help but wear a mischievous smile, a glint of playfulness dancing in his eyes. "But I don't think I have much time for that, since I need to go back to my batallion" He can sense disappointment in you as you nodded in understanding.

"But" he paused, as his smile widened. "I can tell you more story if you come with me as my Padawan" As the words left Obi-Wan's lips, a surge of surprise washed over you, your eyes widen. The surprise painted your face with a mixture of awe and gratitude. You shook your head gently still can't believe what just happened "But why?" you whisper, Obi-Wan's gaze soften. He raised his hand and reached out towards your cheek, he brushed away the tears.

"Because you remind me of myself. You are strong in force and talented young jedi, and I won't let you be alone"

[justalittletomato]

Dinner Arrangements (Reader x Maul)

just some fluff and taking the suggestion from @gran-maul-seizure

that Maul would get more feral with his eating the more comfortable that he is with a person

Set when Maul rules Mandalore

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He counted the attempts, this would be thier 10th. As the chrono struck for the evening hours, the Archivist arrived from the servant's entrance with a tray. 

Upon learning that Maul would pull ration bars out in place of a hot meal, the Archivist stepped in a tray or two ladened with hearty foods. 

Mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, stews, filled with meat that had been set to cook for what he assumed was for some time as tender as it was—other times ( most often)  meat cuts thick and still red. 

“ Your brother mentioned it was better for your health,” a kettle was brought over from the burning hearth of the study. His Archivist measured out water for tea before setting down a plate. “Take what you like” 

He had at first scoffed at the action, The Archivist always did such things, carefully watching and making things in a way to accommodate him better. 

“Coddling” he had said to Savage, the older Zabrak merely raised a brow, “Brother, you can order them to stop.”

Maul gave him a look, “Then they will fuss” as if that was why he did not consider it. “But they do not need to make such an effort on such matters,” Maul added. 

Savage sighed, “Then leave it be” 

In the first few attempts Maul just loaded his plate with some of the meat cuts and when the archivist suggested maybe just a bit of roasted carrot, he just left with the plate in hand. The Archivist left with the rest of the full tray and their own plate. 

Maul left the emptied plate at the door when he was done. 

The day after he took a heapful of the vegetables, again leaving the archivist alone with their own plate. 

With the stew? The mouthwatering scent had the Archivist smiling to see the ladlefuls Maul put into the bowl. A frown formed when he left again to eat alone. 

The bowl was completely cleaned of any stew when the Archivist collected the dish, returning back and noting that the remainder had also disappeared. 

On the 10th day, Maul returned the stew bowl empty and took a loaf of bread from the plentiful tray. The Archivist didn't dare move and watched as Maul took apart the loaf to eat. 

The following days were much the same, Maul returning to eat a loaf of bread or filling his cup with more tea. 

The absolute silence as the Archivist watched this time around as Maul served himself and sat back at the table. Maul not bothering with the knife and staring at the fork with skepticism. Today was roasted nyduck. Maul began to eat, sharp teeth tearing and pulling apart the food he had picked. 

He looked straight at the Archivisit, daring them almost. The Archivist set down the silverware picked up their own piece and ate it without the stifling etiquette drilled in. 

Another dinner later and Maul looked up from his plate, today’s meat was rarer than most days. The red dripping down his chin and most certainly staining his teeth. Yet not once did the Archivist shiver or run off or flat out refuse to continue sharing the table with him. If anything the dinners had allowed for maul to devour and freely gorge himself on what was offered. 

“The cooks must loathe the change” He finally said. 

The Archivist looked confused, “The cooks?” a shake of thier head, “Oh no, I have been the one making your dinners, and I quite enjoy learning what you prefer,” They went back to cutting thier more cooked steak with glee. 

Maul wiped at his mouth, the remaining blood staining the sleeve of his tunic, “You? When?” 

The Archivist continued to eat, “Before we started working, they were a bit off-put by the blood but I set them straight,” 

Not once did they react when he tore and ripped his food, if anything they were pleased to see him eat. Before he could stop himself he felt the corners of his mother raise, a smile if it could be called that. He went back to devouring with gusto. The Archivist was pleased with the sounds of hunger saited. 

[nook-of-fanfic]

Warning Glare

Pairing: Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Summary: It seems as tough the first thing anyone joining the 212th does is gain a crush on their general. Cody can’t exactly blame them, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. For Day 2 of @codywanweek - Prompt: Beating off rival suitors with a stick Warnings: none Word Count: 2,066 also on Ao3

Cody knew that Obi-Wan was a huge flirt. He had known so mere days after getting assigned to his general and he had witnessed first hand the effectiveness on most separatists. What he hadn’t noticed, at least at first, were the heart eyes his general received wherever he went. By now, he was fairly certain that, if the separatist weren’t terrified for what would be done to them should they disobey orders, Obi-Wan would have single-handedly ended the war through flirting a while ago. Anyone who was flirted with, Cody was sure, would give the man everything they owned if he only asked. There wasn’t much Cody could do about that, and it wasn’t like he wanted to. It came in handy a lot of times, even if every time it went awry would give Cody early grey hairs with how stressed he got.

What he had also noticed that he did not like at all was the fact that his troopers were starting to act the same way. He didn’t know how he never noticed them basically worshipping the ground Obi-Wan walked on. How he never noticed the stares that would follow their general everywhere. It’s especially bad with the newest batch of soldier that joined their ranks, the shinies eyes all but glued to the general’s form whenever he so much as entered the room. If he was an outsider it might have been funny. But he isn’t, and there’s a bitter feeling in his stomach that Cody wants to place as disdain for the men not concentrating on what they’re supposed to do for at least a minute whenever the see the Jedi. It becomes clear soon however, that that is not what it is.

One day, on his way to the General’s office, he encounters one of their newest shinies, Drift, who also seemed to have been his way to the general, carrying a small box. Cody wrecked his brain trying to remember approving any sort of personal meeting. With the war going on, Obi-Wan simply had to much to do to be able to talk to each trooper individually whenever they wanted, so there was a system put in place that had to be filled out and approved by the Captains, then the Commander, and then the general himself. There hadn’t been one of those request reaching Cody recently, so there was no reason for the trooper to be walking to the general’s office. Drift also wasn’t part of the delivery crew and, in any case, they hadn’t had a delivery in several rotations, so there was no possible explanation for the box either. Cody nodded at him when the both reached the office door, and the shiny nodded back nervously. Aha, so there was something going on here.

“Everything alright, trooper?”, Cody asked, now curious as well as concerned. He kept his face carefully blank.

“I- Uh- Yes, sir, everything’s alright.”, the shiny stammered out.

“What do you have there, Drift?” Cody gestured to the box the other man was still holding.

To his credit, Drift didn’t immediately try to hide it behind his back, but kept the box close to his chest, just as he had done before. “Oh, uh, nothing sir. Just something for the general.”

Cody raised an eyebrow. “Did you get the personal delivery approved?” He knew Drift didn’t, it would have had to go through him, but he still wanted to hear it for himself.

“Uh, no sir.” Drift averted his gaze. “I just thought, it’s such a small thing, it probably won’t matter, you know.” The moment he said it, Drift cringed. Cody nodded to himself. At least the shiny knew how bad his excuse sounded without having to be told. He sighed.

“Look, Drift, I know that might be what you think, but the regulations are in place so things exactly like this do not happen. It does not matter how short you think the meeting is. If everybody acted like this, the general would have no time for his actual work, and that is something we cannot afford. If I catch you trying this again, you will be assigned cleaning duty. Am I understood?”

At that, Drift stood straighter again. “Yes, sir.”

“Good, now hand me the package.”

Drift stared at him questioningly. Cody wanted to sigh again.

“I have a meeting with the general right now. You said it was for the general, so I can give it to him.”

“Uh.. Yes sir, of course.” Drift handed over the small box. By now, he was near shaking. Cody really wanted to know what was in there.

“Dismissed.” Drift all but scrambled down the corridor in the direction he had come form.

Cody contemplated the box in his hands. It was light, and judging by the size of it, didn’t hold anything big. Still, just to be safe, Cody opened it. It wasn’t that he thought Drift would try to hurt their general, but the shiny was a bit naive when it came to things outside of the battlefield. Someone could have convinced, or worse, influenced him that it was a gift for the general and asked him to deliver it, only to reveal some elaborate plot to kill Obi-Wan. It was highly unlikely, but by this point, Cody wouldn’t be surprise by anything the separatist or the Sith would do.

Peering into the box, Cody expected the worst. He did not expect the neatly folded piece of flimsi next to a small box of tea. After making sure no one was around to see him, Cody pulled out the piece of flimsi, just to determine whether this tea was in any way suspicious. Reading through the note, Cody felt his eyes widen and his jaw almost dropping. This was definitely not a separatist plot. This was a confession letter. Drift had, somehow, somewhen, gotten a hold of some tea and decided to use it as a courting gift to woo his general. There was that feeling again, uncomfortable and twisting in Cody’s stomach. Granted, this was not a full blown love letter and could very well be understood as a simple way of showing appreciation to Obi-Wan’s work as a general, but Cody knew his brothers. Enough of them had found a partner, either in- or outside of the army, to know how their crushes started, and how they would start courting their person. When he finally knocks on the door to the general’s office, it is with a box of tea in a package, and a piece of flimsi tucked deep into one of his armour’s pockets, waiting to be discarded at the end of the rotation.

It happens again. It isn’t Drift this time, the trooper seemed to have learned his lesson, but that apparently did nothing to stop others from trying is well. Cody had to ask for the help of Waxer and Boil to keep the soldiers in check. Anytime either of them saw a trooper leave towards the general’s quarters, they would catch up to them, take their gifts, and give them the same stern talking to. Most of the time, the gifts were a letter, or a small self-made thing, but sometimes it was something they had to have gotten somewhere on shore. Probably gifts given by the citizens they had rescued.

It takes far longer then Cody would have liked for it to finally stick with all of their new troopers that anything to do with their general, even the smallest gifts, would have to be approved by the superior officers. But it did not stop the admiration and apparent crushes growing. Cody hoped that once these shinies would have been serving under the general long enough, the crushes would wear off. Honestly, he did not blame any of them. After all, after knowing nothing but people with the same face, the Kaminoans, and their quite cruel trainers, meeting someone conventionally attractive who also happened to be one of the kindest people in the galaxy, it really wasn’t surprising that they admired him. Of course, the Kaminoans had taught them about the Jedi’s ‘no attachment’ rule, but that wasn’t enough to stop any of them, and the general flirting with anything that moved against them didn’t help either.

It takes even longer for Cody to notice the other things apart form the staring. He doesn’t know how he missed it before, but every time Obi-Wan smiled at a group of troopers, there was at least one soldier who walked into a wall, another trooper, or stumbled over his own feet. The stares have, by now, evolved into straight up heart eyes, and now that Cody thinks about it, they went through entirely the same process anytime they got a new shipment of shinies. Minus the gifts, as far as Cody is aware. The thought of the general receiving these kind of notes from other troopers wakes that feeling again, worse than ever before. In general, he has been feeling like this more and more often. Every time the general smiles at one or the other trooper brighter than he does with the others, every time any trooper gets special attention, and lately even when Obi-Wan flirts with the separatists.

It is late one night, while Cody is laying in his bunk trying to sleep when it hits him. As he goes over the day’s events, the mission, the battle, how the general had smiled at him and praised him on the way back to the Negotiator, he realizes he’s just as bad as the shinies. He just hides it better. He also realizes the bitter feeling in his chest has been jealousy all along. Jealousy of all the attention everyone else has been getting. Jealousy over the thought that the general might choose somebody who wasn’t Cody. He resolves, right then and there, that he will make the general fall for him. This is immediately followed by the knowledge that, if he wants anything to happen between them, he has to make sure no one else gets to Obi-Wan first.

He sets his plan into motion first thing the next morning. The first phase is simple, it’s the same as he’d been doing all along, just with a change of motivation. It is no longer simply because he needs his men undistracted but also so that their general doesn’t notice that he’s being courted. The second phase is similar. It involves Cody standing closer to the general whenever possible, still far enough away that it’s within regulations but close enough that any brave trooper approaching the general with anything but mission related thoughts is immediately scared off by his proximity. And his glare, although Cody decides not to think about that. It’s just his usual expression anyway. Phase two also includes making true to his promise of cleaning or KP duty. He justifies it with the fact that everyone should know by now that it’s what happens when they ignore the regulations, and nobody questions it.

With phase three starts the process of a actually wooing his general. He pays even closer attention to the man than he had before, if possible. When they are working together in a shared office, Cody makes sure to take note of the tea his general drinks, practically jumping up to make him a new cup as soon as the old one is empty, always with the excuse of having to make himself another cup of caf anyway. He also stays even closer to the Jedi in battle. Whenever Obi-Wan looses his lightsaber, which happens far too often if you ask Cody, he makes sure he is the one to catch it. This is not necessarily a change to how it was before, but it happens a lot more consciously now. If anything happens, Cody wants to be there. He knows Obi-Wan doesn’t need saving a majority of the time, but Cody doesn’t care. If he can make Obi-Wan’s life ever so slightly easier, he will.

Cody hopes all of this will count in his favour when he eventually confesses, but as he comes to stand next to his general and three troopers take one look at him and scramble off, small packages hastily hidden behind them, Cody thinks to himself that, for now, he is quite content chasing everyone else away before they even have a chance.

[professional-yearner]

Vis

Yandere! Medical clone x reader headcannons

TW for: mentions of attempted "self-dispatching", NSFT, delusional thinking, doctor-patient power imbalance, drugging, mentions of past abandonment

Vis, who when you were originally assigned to his division saw you as just another at-risk charge.

Vis, who started to love when you would call him "Doctor", as his brothers would only call him by his name

Vis, who eventually started to notice just how cute you were, so dependant and sweet as he cared for you and the others

Vis, who began too slowly up your medication, cooing and fawning over how pliant and spacey you would become

Vis, who fisted his cock to the thought of you urging him into your cot, letting him lavish you with all the love and attention he held back in front of his brothers and the other medical staff, allowing him to settle in-between your thighs and mewling with pleasure as he buried himself deep inside you.

Vis, who would become prickly and cold to any of the patients or staff who became close with you

Vis, who allowed himself to drug you into deep sleep during the day, stroking your hair and singing to you as you slept

Vis, who's had to be the strong, responsible brother all his life, finally able to be soft and open with someone so sweet and affectionate.

Vis, who's heart broke finally hearing the story of what brought you to him, abandoned by your squad and left alone after becoming dependant on them, you had decided to put an end to your loneliness by ending your life

He hates them, keeping them away from you during visitation as much as he can without arousing suspicion

You're such a sweet thing, it baffled and enraged him how anyone could leave you alone.

Vis will make sure you're never alone!

Ever again.

[awkward-tension-art]

Misc. Clones x Twi'lek!Reader

I’ve had this idea in my head for a while, so….enjoy?

Cw: Twi’lek stereotyping, Speciesism, reader is a twi’lek, gender neutral pronouns, reader is falsely accused in the last set

Minors DNI (even though theres no smut)

501st Legion:

“Hey tail-head! Why not come here and give me a dance?” 

You paused in what you were doing, turning to stare at the one who said such a thing. 

He was wearing white armor, and clearly a shiny. 

Rex

Ex-fucking-cuse me? 

Rex is going to step between you and the shiny, helmet off and clearly pissed.

“Care to repeat that, trooper?”

His glare is steady. He’s not going to raise his voice or shout but by GOD if looks could kill. 

The shiny is going to start tripping over his words to apologize but Rex isn’t having any of it 

“You see that gunship over there? You’re scrubbing the entirety of it with your toothbrush. Now get moving.”

He isn’t having ANY of that shit in his legion. 

Speciesism? Not in his fucking house. 

After the shiny is hauling ass, he’s going to check on you. 

“I’m sorry, cyare. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen again.” 

Rex isn’t a fool. He’s traveled all around the galaxy. He's worked with General Secura. He’s well aware of the stereotypes surrounding your people. 

He won’t tell you, but whenever someone says any sort of twi-lek slur within earshot, he’s making them run laps around the Resolute. 

Fives

He’s going to be speechless for a solid second. 

Someone??? Just said that??? To his mesh’la?

Oh fuck no.

Fives is going to get in the shiny’s face and just growl, “You have some balls, rookie.” 

This is an ARC trooper who is not above breaking some rules. 

One of those rules is putting a shiny in their place

Fives is going to push them back hard enough to make them stumble, “Say it again and I'll throw you out of an airlock.”

Once the shiny had gotten the message and rushed away, Fives will drape an arm around you

He’ll peck your cheek, “They shouldn’t bother you again, mesh’la.”

Fives finds you to be incredible, but he knows that there will be individuals who have opinions on you just because of the stereotypes surrounding twi-leks. 

He’ll definitely get in the face of anyone who gives you a hard time.

After sometime, it becomes pretty well known that Fives’ S/O isn’t to be messed with.

Kix

The medic is less confrontational.

He also knows you can handle yourself, but he’ll cast a glance your way to see if your alright

If you're ignoring the shiny and moving on, he will too.

But if you look uncomfortable/upset that’s when he’ll say something

“Just ignore them,” He tries his best with comfort, but he knows you shouldn’t HAVE to ignore such words.

If the shiny says something else to you, that's when he’ll confront them.

“If you don’t walk away, I just might forget to give you painkillers when you get shot in the next battle.”

That tends to shut the shinies up. Afterall, pissing off the medic is a bad idea

Once you're alone, Kix will put a comforting hand on your shoulder. 

While he hates the twi’lek stereotype, he knows he can’t really say anything to make it go away. This is most likely a constant background noise in your life, and that won’t magically disappear in a day.

Though, he will go to Rex and tell him what happened. Kix can’t change the whole galaxy but he can at least make the 501st more welcoming

Jesse

He thinks it's a joke at first, maybe some playful ribbing. 

Afterall, he does the same with his own brothers. 

But one look at your face and he’s snapped into gear.

“Good one, brother!” The ARC trooper will put his arm over the shiny’s shoulder, “I got a  better one.”

Jesse will lean in close, “If you say something like that again, I’ll personally make you swallow your own teeth, got it?”

He says this with a smile. 

At first the shiny thinks HE’S joking, but then Jesse’s grip gets tighter, and his smile is gone.

“I mean it.”

Once the shiny is gone, he’s going to kiss you.

He’s another one who will go to Rex. This isn’t something your lover wants you to deal with, especially from his own brothers. 

He expects better from them. Even if they're a shiny

If it happens again, that's when Jesse makes good on his threats.

He’s an ARC trooper. He didn’t get the rank by looking pretty.

He also gets a reputation of being protective, so the next batch of shinies that join the 501st already know to be respectful.

Clone Force 99

“Hey, tail-head, why don’t you and I go somewhere and you can show me some of those twi’lek dances up close?”

You sighed, looking back to see a bounty hunter of some sort with a disgusting grin on their face. 

Omega was next to you, brow furrowed, “Tail-head? Why’d they call you that?”

Hunter

“Oh shut it.” is his first response.

If the bounty hunter opens their mouth again, Hunter's second response is to throw a punch.

This is the man that brought his fists to a food fight. His first reaction will be to silence the bounty hunter, his second is to shut their mouth in a physical way. 

Yea, he’s not above assault. 

Once the stranger is on the ground, that’s when Hunter speaks again

“Think twice before you say something stupid next time.” 

He’s going to give you a concerned look and put a hand on your shoulder

“You ok, Cyare?” 

He’s also aware of the stereotype surrounding twi-leks, and he won’t let anyone give you a hard time. 

He kneels next to Omega and essentially teaches her what stereotypes are

He emphasizes that they’re wrong, and she shouldn’t ever assume things based on stereotypes

Anyone who says ‘tail-head’ in his vicinity they’re losing teeth.

He’s aware violence isn’t going to change opinions, but he isn’t going to stand for anyone throwing slurs at you

Hunter cares for you so much, he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe.

Wrecker

He doesn’t think those vile words are being thrown at you at first. He’ll look to you for confirmation.

When it finally clicks, he stands between you and the stranger. He doesn’t even need to say anything, just glares down at them.

After the bounty hunter gets the hint, Wrecker will turn to you and Omega.

“You can’t say that again, ok ‘mega? That’s a bad insult to twi’leks.”

He doesn’t freak out or draw attention to what Omega parrotted. He’s well aware she’s a kid and doesn't entirely know better.

Wrecker may be a bit dense at times, but he’s not stupid.

He knows exactly what the stranger was getting at saying such things to you.

“Good thing they’re gone, right mesh’la?” He’ll ask, holding your face.

He puts an arm around you and the three of you head back to the ship.

He likes to act as your protector. He knows you can handle yourself, but he just likes to feel like he's protecting you. Afterall you’re precious to him.

His heart breaks if you tell him this has happened before.

He is UNHAPPY that this is something you deal with.

He knows the twi’lek stereotype exists, it’s just…different when it's you.

Honesty, he’ll take this to heart and step-in if he sees something like this happen to another twi’lek.

He’s not going to be a bystander anymore. And Omega definitely learns from his example.

Tech

“Well, that is entirely unnecessary.” 

He won’t pick a fight. He thinks it’s best to ignore instigators. 

He also knows that arguing or snapping at the bounty hunter may make things worse

He’ll grab your hand and lead you and Omega away

If the stranger follows, he’ll turn a corner, put you and omega behind him and set his blaster on stun

Once the bounty hunter turns the corner, Tech will shoot them.

“There.” He says, putting his blaster away, “Shouldn’t bother us anymore.”

Once you three are back at the ship, he’ll kiss your forehead before speaking to Omega

“Tail-head is a slur to twi’lek individuals. It’s supposed to insult someone's lekku. You must never say it again.”

Tech is very much aware of both the stereotypes and their origin.

If someone gives you a hard time or throws more insults at you, he’s not going to stand for it.

He has very little patience for ignorance.

Echo

Barely stops himself from throwing hands instantly.

“You want to say that again?” He’s going to get in the bounty hunter's face very quickly, “Say it again. I dare you.”

Echo is a damn ARC trooper. He can make the stranger eat their words.

But, he’ll hold back, for your sake. 

If the bounty hunter doesn’t back down, he casts a glance at you.

Give the greenlight? It's a fight.

You want to move on and forget this happened? He backs down.

He’ll return to your side and just start grumbling, “Ignorant asshole…if they open their mouth again, I swear…”

 He gets really upset about this. And he knows it wasn’t the first time nor will it be the last time this happens to you. 

When you're not within earshot, he’ll explain to Omega why ‘tail-head’ is not something to be repeated. 

Echo is patient with her. She’s just a child.

But like Tech, he had no patience for ignorance from anyone else.

Will snap at anyone who says ‘tail-head’ or other twi’lek insults within earshot.

Crosshair

While everyone has some form of restraint, Crosshair does not.

It’s an immediate brawl.

His patience is a negative 2 when it comes to this type of stuff.

The bounty hunter hadn’t even blinked before Crosshair knocked them down.

He’s pretty silent, returning to your side and putting an arm around you.

He’ll look at Omega and just say a simple, “Don’t say that again.”

Pretty blunt to be honest.

Crosshair is protective. More so than even Wrecker.

His mind is already running, analyzing your surroundings and seeing who else may make snide remarks.

Afterall, if one person was able to say something like that, how many more are there?

He’ll ask how often this happens.

Depending on your answer he’s either slightly annoyed or pissed.

No one should be giving you a hard time simply because you're twi’lek.

Once back at the ship, he’s going to keep a hand or arm on you in any way possible.

He loves you, and he doesn’t want you to ever feel ashamed or bad for being twi’lek.

212th Battalion:

“Hey, I didn’t know the 212th got its own personal dancer,” The shiny slid next to you, “What do you say? Wanna give the boys and I a moral booster?”

You blinked, eyes wide. That was an entirely new one…

Cody:

After Ryloth, he thought his men would behave better than that. So he’s genuinely caught off guard.

“You have 2 seconds to take back what you said, rookie.” He snaps, glaring.

After a stumbling apology is given to you, Cody continues with his death stare, “I expect better from you. You will treat them and every other alien species with respect. Do I make myself clear?”

Very much not happy about this.

If one shiny said something like that to you, who else stereotypes twi’leks?

It’s not just about you, Cody really expects much better from the 212th.

If one person acts like a moron, it reflects badly on the 212th, General Kenobi and the GAR.

They are soldiers of the Republic in a very diverse galaxy. 

However, he’ll turn his attention back to you and grab your hand.

“I’ll make sure that never happens again, I promise.” 

He’s incredibly sweet about it.

Boil:

Instant shame.

This is how he used to sound!?

“Hey!” He’ll snap at the shiny, “Show some damn respect.”

In a way, he’s trying to compensate for his ignorance earlier in the war.

Before Ryloth, he used to throw around ‘tail-head’ all the time. Something he looks back at in shame.

It was Numa, and now you that made him realize how much of a bastard he used to be.

If the shiny persists, Boil will get up in his face, “Back off. Now.”

If something like this happens again, Boil will go to Cody.

Like the commander, Boil also expects better from the 212th

But also, he wants you to feel comfortable among his brothers.

“I’m sorry,” He won’t exactly look at you. He knows the shiny’s behavior isn’t his fault, but he can’t help but feel shame and embarrassment anyway.

A bit later, he’ll hold your hand and just admit, “I used to be like him. Ignorant and self-centered…I’m sorry.”

Boil loves you so dearly. He just wanted to be honest.

He respects however you react

Waxer

Another one who feels shame.

Yea he didn’t throw around ‘tail-head’ or see twi’leks as lesser, but he stood by while others did.

After Ryloth and Numa, he doesn’t stand by anymore.

“Oh shut up!” He’ll snap, “Go throw yourself out of an airlock.”

Waxer is a learner. He’s learned more about your people. Your history. Your culture. 

He's also learned the stereotypes. Where they've come from.

So, he knows what the shiny is getting at by speaking to you.

this guy painted Numa on his helmet. He’s definitely not going to let anyone disrespect you in any way shape or form because of your species.

He won’t get physical, but he will threaten. 

Once the shiny is gone, he’ll put a hand on your cheek, “I’m sorry. I’ll knock some sense into him later, I promise.”

Coruscant Guard

“Hey!” 

Your Coruscant Guard lover was walking you home when someone grabbed your shoulder and turned you around. 

“Guard! Arrest this twi’lek thief! I know they stole my credits straight out of my pocket!” The pantoran woman yelled right in your face.

When you argued, she just yelled louder, “All twi’leks are conniving thieves! Give me back my credits!”

Of course you didn’t steal anything, but this pantoran seemed convinced that you did. All because you were twi’lek.

Fox

The headache was immediate.

“Ma’am, I assure you they haven't gone anywhere near you.”

He wants to defend you more staunchly, but he’s the commander of the CG.

There’s only so much he can do without risking reprimand.

If the pantoran persists, he’ll get rougher, but remain professional.

“Ma’am if you don’t walk away, I will arrest you for wasting Coruscant Guard resources.”

The best he can do, frankly.

This isn’t the first time he’s seen an innocent twi’lek be accused of a crime.

It happens more than he’d wish to admit.

Honestly, he hates it, but there's protocol in place and he's obligated to follow.

But he knows you're innocent. You were beside him the entire time.

Plus, he loves you. He’s not going to search you.

If she keeps giving you a hard time, Fox will step forward, “Last chance, I will throw you in a cell for the night if you don’t keep walking.”

Usually that works.

He’ll keep you close until you're safely home. He won’t talk about it if you don’t.

Though, he does end up telling the guard to be more mindful of random accusations against twi’leks.

Thorn

“Oh here we go…”

He’s…not taking this woman seriously at all.

“I have seen no such thing. Please make a report to the police.” He’ll just deadpan before walking away.

Petty crime such as a pickpocket is 1-800-not-his-job.

He’ll drape an arm over your shoulder and pull you closer to him.

Like Fox, he’s seen people blame twi’leks solely based on stereotypes

And his response is always the same, “Either show me solid evidence or take it to the police.”

If you say this isn’t the first time, Thorn kinda squeezes your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, love.” He’ll whisper, “the boys and I won’t let anyone accuse you of anything.”

He makes good on the promise. If anyone tries to give you a hard time for being twi’lek, there's usually a Coruscant Guard that steps in.

A partner to one of the Guard is well taken care of.

Hound:

He’s going to look at the woman, then look at you, then look at Grizzer. 

He whistles once, and Grizzer licks your hand.

Grizzer just likes you, this isn’t any sort of actual search.

“They don’t have your credits. Move along or go to a police droid.” 

Since the massiff didn’t ‘find’ anything, the pantoran woman leaves you alone.

“Happen often?” Hound is going to ask you quietly when the two of you start walking again.

When you nod, he doesn’t respond. 

Like the rest of the guard, he knows your people often get falsely accused of crimes.

Having a massiff with a good sense of smell makes it quick and easy to find out if they actually committed the alleged crime.

More often than not, the falsely accused is innocent.

But he knows he can’t be with you all the time. You have your own jobs to do.

One minor fear of his is you getting accused and then thrown into a cell.

All because you are twi’lek

He knows his brothers won’t do such a thing, but police droids aren’t so flexible or understanding.