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[tiwaenriel]

There Are Times When We Forget

IMPORTANT: Night is a clone commander oc created by fishermanarts (@zoruui). Same with Ahri and Daska, who are Jedi characters. Please go check out fishermanarts. He is a very talented artist/writer!

ao3 version here

This is not a ship btw!

Summary: Night can’t sleep. War doesn’t let him. But as he watches Ahri rest in his arms, he remembers what it means to love — and what it costs to keep loving in a galaxy plagued by loss.

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Night observed Ahri closely. She slept peacefully in his arms, though she’d insisted she would stay up to help him with paperwork. Only three hours in, she’d finally fallen asleep.

But Night hadn’t been angry. 

When he looked at her, he knew she would be alright. War affects everyone, it just depends on how you react to it, and Ahri was so incredibly strong. There was no doubt he had seen her cry many times before, and every time he witnessed it, a piece of him chipped away. 

Back on Kamino, it was cold and sterile. Every clone considered it home, because there was no other place that had cradled their lives in childhood. Even when the thunderstorms reminded them of the live-fire exercises — the bombs — it was still home. 

Back on Kamino, there were no fathers or mothers. If they were lucky, maybe their trainer would see them as a son, but not every clone had that luxury. 

Night certainly didn’t. 

So when he began to love Ahri less like a little sister and more like a daughter, he knew it was going to kill him. But he continued to love. 

Yes — he thought, as he watched her sleep — I love her too much. 

He couldn’t imagine his life without her. Night had been close with Daska, but it was more mutual respect than anything. The same thing was there in his relationship with Ahri; it was just less pronounced. 

How much time has passed? 

Sleep always eluded Night. At most, he got four hours, but it wasn’t always a reprieve. There were nightmares that tormented him whenever he slept. 

He’d see ghosts and specters, and faces of dead rookies he barely got to know, and the mutilated bodies lying lifeless on Phyria, because that’s what they’re meant to do. Die for a government that couldn’t care less about them. Die for a cause they had no say in. Die for nothing, or maybe everything. 

We're expendable. 

But as Night watched Ahri, and focused on her breath and her heartbeat, he forgot all those bad things. His thoughts were consumed by love and worry. 

There was a gentle, soft silence. The hum of the Reaper’s engines was almost soothing, and the anxiety in his core melted away. Love replaced it – a peacefully intense love. It radiated through him, from his chest to his legs, up to his eyes. It was like a star being born. 

In a strange way, Night did hope he’d die before Ahri. It was already guaranteed with his accelerated aging, and certainly with war, but there was a possibility she could be killed first. 

He was selfish, Night realized. He would rather perish than live without her. 

So this is the love of a father. 

Their relationship was unorthodox. Jedi frequently warned each other against getting too attached, but love and attachment were two different things. One was a selfish, chaotic beast, and the other was steadfast and altruistic, sometimes even self-sacrificing. 

Night would sacrifice anything for her. His honor, his happiness, his peace of mind, his life. He dirtied his conscience and his hands so Ahri wouldn’t have to. 

And he’d do it all over again. 

Yes, it was times like these — when shadows moved and shifted into the darkness, when he held Ahri close — that he forgot. 

Sometimes, they all forget.

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oct 23 2025

[dottwodot]

Whenever I go out to play magic I look like a butch leatherdyke. This phenomenon occurs ONLY when I play commander. There's no point to this I just caught my reflection in my bus window and got hit with it.

Crazy.

[zoruui]

what thinking about purge trooper commander night does to a mf….i like to believe that he and ahsoka actually encounter each other a little after order 66. she can tell his inhibitor chip has started to fail, and that the weight of having killed jedi and their padawans is beginning to settle in. instead of finishing the job like he nearly begs her to, she directs him to find rex. (also, by this time, the markings on his armor, even his jaig eyes, are painted over. eventually, his armor is discarded entirely and replaced with run-of-the-mill, standard purge trooper armor.)

(edit: ps. in case theres any confusion, the clone is an OC of mine!)

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[kozy4stuff]

Sorry to be Magic posting on main but the lights went out at my local shop on Commander night and we just Kept Going and I thought it was kind of funny

for a little more context the store is in a mall and I think a breaker kept flicking off because someone was using too much power or something. Only ours and a couple other stores kept losing power but the mall as a whole was fine otherwise

[huntershoe]

Can't sleep?

Senior Commander Night x reader

Warning: pure fluff

Exclaimer: Commander Night was made up by artist fishermanarts that you can find on almost every platform.

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I actually made myself cry with this one soo...that's something new. XD

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Senior Commander Night has been awake for a lot longer than what would be considered healthy for a human being, writing reports and signing important documents that required to be sent back to Coruscant. His insomnia kicking in he was not able to go to sleep even after he finished all the documentation he laid in his bunk in only his boxers, starring at the white celling of his quarters. Hours went by with him not being able to close his eyes for not even a minute.

After he reached his limit he let out a loud groan, squeezing his eyes shut he finally stood up, deciding his next move. He dressed back into standard blacks and headed out of his quarters.

His body automatically led him to his General's quarters, yours. He knocked at the doors, waiting for you to open.

It felt like hours before you finally managed to get to the doors and opened them, peaking your head out. You squinted your eyes as the bright lights from the hallway shined on your face. Looking at your Commander you wondered, "Night?"

He looked terrible, well as terrible as one hot man can be.

His eyes showed just how tired he was and the bags underneath were there to prove it.

"I...I can't sleep." Night finally admitted, his usual resting bitch face non existent as he looked at you, begging without any words.

Of course you knew instantly what he was asking for.

You opened the doors completely, ushering him in and he went willingly. You closed the doors, locking the both of you in complete darkness. Grabbing his hand you led him towards your bed bunk, letting the force guide you through the darkness.

You sat him down on your bed, crouching in front of him.

"Off or on?" You ask knowingly.

It took a moment but he finally mumbled an answer.

"Off"

You nodded, despite knowing he could not see so you just squeezed his hand reassuringly and slowly started to undress him. You gently grabbed the hem of his top part of the blacks, slowly pulling it over his head and his hands. You threw the piece of clothing on your chair, using the force to make sure it landed there.

Next was the bottom part and you slowly started tugging down his blacks past his hips. Night gathered just enough strength, grunting as he lifted himself off the bed for you to pull the pants down his legs and off of his feet.

"Lay back cyare." You told him softly and he complied instantly, laying down on his back and pulling himself into your bed.

You repeated the process of throwing his blacks on the chair and then proceed to take off your robes that you hurried to put on when you heard the knocking.

You slowly climbed beside him, into your bed, grabbing the sheets you made sure you were both covered up.

"That alright?" You asked to make sure and he just hummed, turning on his side and sneaking his arms around your waist, pulling you to him.

You felt yourself smile as he buried his head into the crack of your neck and taking a deep breath. You sneaked your own arms around him, one making its way into his hair.

You could feel him relax instantly as you started to massage his scalp and playing with his soft curls.

He let out a puff of air, tickling your neck as he squeezed you impossibly closer.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner meshurok." Night mumbled into your neck, and planted a kiss right under your ear.

"Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum ner me'suum'ika." You whispered back and kissed the side of his head.

Night fell asleep after ten minutes, listening to your heartbeat. With a soft smile adoring his lips.

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I'll be in my bed crying.

Fun fact: I started writing this with full intention on it being pure smut...boy how things turned around.

[madamrynodm]

Commander Night is very cool, I wanted to draw him. He needs a freaking nap

He belongs to @zoruui

Me trying to draw his curly hair:

[thatgreyjedi]

Drawing clones… again