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yoitsjay · 3 months ago

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I got u bestie, some awkward lover fluff coming right up.

Something New

Pairings: Tech x fem jedi! Reader

Summary: you and Tech have feelings for each other, though as a jedi romantic attachments have always been forbidden to you, and as a clone Tech wasn't allowed, nor did he ever find someone he was so drawn too. But now that the jedi order and the republic is gone, you are free to explore... as inexperienced as you both are.

Warnings: cute fluff, awkward kissing, like two teenagers who've never been romantically involved before. Cute date, we love Tech.

Word count: 1,297

A/n: I won't do smut unless specifically requested, and I do take smut requests for future reference.

Maybe it was the fact that Jedi weren’t allowed to love someone, or weren’t really allowed to have many friends. Yet despite that there always seemed to be something that a jedi was attached to, whether it be a memento from their homeworld, or from a citizen off world or even on Coruscant. Some jedi were very traditional, and you knew this, but you also knew plenty of jedi who held attachments to various people, and yet, they could let that person go when the time called to let them go. If that makes any sense.

You were not one of those jedi.

It was something that the council tried to remove from your mind, the inability to let personal possessions go, but every attempt they did make was always unsuccessful.

You were defective, but you were an extraordinary warrior with skill that they could not replace, so the only thing they could really do to get rid of you, but also keep you around was to pair you with a Commando clone unit that was also defective.

That was the council’s biggest mistake.

Because now here you were, head over heels in love, or at least what you assumed was love, since you had never really felt it before- with one of the defective clones from your unit.

No it was not Hunter, as much as you cared for him, and thought he was handsome, he hadn’t swayed your affections quite like Tech has.

You had been fighting alongside the bad batch basically since they were first put into action, which has been a couple years now, but after Kaller, after the clone wars had ended, you could feel things change.

And you started noticing more things, less oblivious things than what you had noticed before, and they were all coming from Tech.

At first there were such miniscule things that you almost didn’t catch, like the way his gloved fingers would brush against yours as you handed him a tool, or the way he had started leaning over you slightly whenever you were piloting the marauder.

But then there were the more obvious things, like him finding wild (and safe) flowers from different planets you traveled to, and he'd always give to you, every single time without fail. The flowers then turned to small gifts, and inanimate objects or pieces of jewelry. He even gave you new beads to decorate your lightsaber or hair with.

You asked him why he was giving you all these things, and asked if he wanted something in return or if he needed a favor, any way you could repay him for being so kind. All he did was brush it off and say it was nothing.

So you asked the next best person.

Hunter.

“He’s- he’s what?” Hunter asked, having nearly spit out his caf the minute you approached and told Hunter what Tech was doing. You sighed, and repeated yourself, looking at Hunter expectantly.

Hunter cleared his throat and glanced around before he set his caf down on top of gonky, who just happened to be nearby, and Hunter was practically grinning.

“What is it Hunter? Spit it out.” You ordered, though there was no real authority on your voice, sure you used to be their general, but Hunter was always the leader.

Hunter let out a soft chuckle before he stood up from his seat, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Tech is- well… he’s courting you… It's a mandalorian tradition, and he thought it was the best way to try and get his affections for you out in the air.” Hunter explained, and you press your lips into a thin line and look away for a moment, as if thinking.

Then you can’t stop the smile from growing on your face and you practically race off the Marauder to where Tech is working on repairs. When he hears your footsteps he looks up, only to grunt as he is tackled to the ground, his tools now dropped as he lays on his back, staring up at a grinning idiot…

His grinning idiot.

“Y/n? Are you okay?” Tech asked immediately, rather than letting any other thought cross his mind, especially the one where your perched on top of him and he could easily just-

No- bad Tech, don’t think like that-

“I love you too!” You blurt out loudly before you can stop yourself, and Tech’s eyes narrow in confusion, before widening as he realizes what you were talking about, which means you found out about his courting methods…

“I’m sorry I should have told you from the beginning that I was harboring- wait what?”

You loo0ked down at Tech, tilting your head slightly as you chuckled, moving off of him and onto the ground in front of him, pulling him up so he was sitting in front of you.

“I said I like you too, Tech, i’ve- god i’ve been feeling- i don’t even know what- for you- since my first month working with you in the clone wars- i just… well- i never said anything because it was forbidden…” You trailed off, looking away from Tech, noticing that he was just staring at you.

A few beats of silence and you look up at Tech again.

“Please say something Tech, i-”

Before you could say another word, tech is the one that lunges for you next, his gloved hands grasping at the meat of your thighs as he tugs you close to him. You hadn’t noticed, but Tech had taken off his helmet and set it neatly on the ground beside him, so the minute his lips were on yours, you jumped.

He went to pull away, to apologize but you didn’t let him, grasping his face in your hands, tugging him right back into you.

The kiss was very awkward, very inexperienced, and was a clash of tongue and teeth, which you assumed couldn’t be right… Despite that, as you pulled away from Tech, you both were quite breathless, unwilling to remove your hands from each other.

Your soft laugh was the first to break the silence, followed by his amused chuckles, which then lead to you bursting out in laughter as you pressed your face into tech’s chestplate.

“God that was horrible.” You muttered, looking up at Tech, who was smiling slightly. “Indeed, it seems like we are both inexperienced when it comes to this… I do not like that feeling.” He mused, and another chuckle left your lips, grabbing his hand as he stood up and offered it to you.

You got up to your feet with Tech’s help, and now had your arms loosely wrapped around his shoulders, feeling his hands on the dip in your waist.

“We can always practice, do some research.” You suggested softly, tilting your head as you stared up at him, seeing that little smile return to his lips.

“That is an excellent idea, Y/n, i would like to begin immediately.” he stated, and with that he was dragging you into the Marauder and to his bunk, where he promptly removed his armor as you climbed up the ladder, chasing after you as soon as his armor was off.

He closed the curtain, and the little bunk area lit up under a soft orange glow.

Your giggles could be heard throughout the Marauder, which was quite annoying for Hunter after a while so he ended up leaving… not before he shouted out a quick goodbye.

“Where a condom!” Hunter called out as he exited the ramp which promptly closed behind him as he exited the Marauder…

And that only made your and Tech’s laughter worse…

Though now you had the whole Marauder to test out yours and Tech’s experiments…

You couldn’t wait to start.

➺

Tech tag:

@chibai06 @thebadbatchfan

Tbb:

@only-my-unexistent-fiances

All:

@moomoog017

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mountkennedie · 2 months ago

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Carvings

Anakin Skywaker x fem!reader

Summary: Carving pumpkins with Anakin

Warnings: none

A.N. I'm making this a series

You were both in town today. You wanted some fresh candles to set the mood of the season. And Anakin took every opportunity to go outside. He thought that just the outskirts of town were lovely during this time of year, but how he was mistaken. The small city closest to your house was, in its own way, beautiful.

The rich smell of the fresh fruits, perfumes, and spices, all accented with the leaves on their roofs. You walked hand in hand at a slow pace. You both wanted to take everything in, and you really didn't want to miss any chances of smelling some nice candles. You already had found two that you liked. but you still wanted one more.

After a few steps forward, something orange caught your eyes. Then many orange things followed it. "Anakin, look!" You forget your strength sometimes. You dragged your lover over to the place you pointed at. "They have pumpkins," your voice was full of glee. Anakin didn't understand the hype but smiled due to your excitement.

"Yes, they're very nice," he spoke warmly.

"We must get some. At least one or two!" You were already crouched down, inspecting some.

"But your candles?" He asked, still holding the bag.

"We can come back for the third, but this is much more important. I will teach you more things people do in this season!" He loved the sound of that. He crouched down next to you.

"How do you pick them?" He was eyeing each one he saw. He had one his eyes kept returning to, but he didn't know if it was a good choice or not.

"it doesn't really matter. As long as the skin is strong, it's a good choice," you responded. You had already picked yours. It was lopsided with a curled stem. It was not too big it was about half the size of your torso. Anakin reached out to hold it, but you insisted you had it.

He went over and picked up his choice. it was traditional and round, nearly the size of his torso, though it had to carry some insane weight. But being Anakin, he made it look light. "How's this one?"

You gasped, "Perfect, Ani, perfect." He smiled to himself. Then you went up to the shopkeeper and paid for your pumpkins. The walk home felt longer than usual, no doubt due to the new weight of your orange friends. After clearing the village, Anakin used the force to hold the two pumpkins.

"That is not appropriate," you shook your head playfully.

"No one here to condemn us, is there?" He joked.

Upon returning home, he asked, "Where do you want them, boss?"

"Hold them up for a few more moments," you ran off into the house. Grabbing a bunch of towels and black markers, you then moved the kitchen table out of the way. You laid the towels out on the floor and then turned to him, "On the towels, please."

"Yes, ma'am," Anakin gently placed the pumpkins in the center of the towels. You then got up and headed to the knife holder in the kitchen. You looked for the best one to carve, but then had an idea.

"My love, do you have your lightsaber on you?"

Anakin, who just watched you go through the knives, had an idea as to why you ask. "Of course." He reached to his belt and took the saber in hand.

You looked back at him with a mischievous look in your eye. "Good." You went to the bathroom to find some cleaning gloves and got a pair for the both of you. You handed him his and put yours on.

You both kneeled down in front of your pumpkin first. "Lightsaber?" You held out your hand.

"No," he said quickly.

Looking up at him a little defeated, "Why not?"

"That is not appropriate," he said, mocking you. "I really don't want you to hurt yourself." You huffed in response, but he ignored it. "What do you want me to cut?"

"The ring around the top of the pumpkin, just the top." He nodded and kindly asked you to step back. The blue light filled the room for a moment, and then, when it ceased, the pumpkin was sliced perfectly. "So much better than I thought," you kissed his forehead in gratitude. You then instructed him to do the same with his own pumpkin.

Now that the heads were removed, you brought the trash can closer to the two of you. "Now is the reason why we need the gloves. You see all of those seeds?" He looked inside, then hummed in agreement. "They all have to go." He smirked and sighed.

You both worked at it for a while. "How are there so many?" He asked. He had been consistently pulling away at them, only to find more in their place.

"Exactly why no one goes for the big ones," you joked.

"And you let me walk away with it! No wonder it was on sale," he laughed at his ignorance.

"We all had to learn the hard way," you said, laughing along with him.

After the seeds were removed, you both had to stop for a water break. "You're sure people like doing this?" He asked after draining two glasses.

"Not that part," you began after finishing your glass, "the next part."

You both returned to the kitchen floor, where your pumpkins lay gutted. You grabbed the markers you left there and handed one to him. "Now some people like a more traditional design like this," you scribbled some triangles and a strange grin. "However, this year, I'm feeling different." On top of the triangles, you drew large stars for eyes. "I think for your first time, I think you should stick with traditional. Unless you had anything else in mind."

He shook his head in response. He had a sweet smile on his face as you handed him the marker. He did his best to recreate the face you made and did a pretty good job of it.

"Now we get to carve, which used to be so grueling." You placed a hand on his lightsaber, "But not anymore." Anakin raised his eyebrows at your boldness. He still shook his head at the thought of you operating his saber. "C'mon, this once?"

He sighed, "On one condition," you perked up, "I guide you." You agreed immediately.

You started with his first, since it was his first time. He faced the pumpkin at a good cutting angle and then came behind you. "Hold it with both hands," he said. You followed his word and placed both hands on the hilt. His hands came and rested on top of yours. "Now ignite." When you did, you gasped a little, but other than that, maintained composure. He slowly guided you through the first triangle. Then, for the next, he let you have more control. When it got to doing just the mouth, Anakin's hands fell from yours and onto your waist.

When you finished it, he sighed in relief. "Amazing, angel," he said in a proud voice. You turned to do your own pumpkin, and his hands stayed on your waist. You felt a bead of sweat slide down your face as you concentrated. The finished product looked just like the design. You couldn't have been happier. Anakin placed a kiss on your forehead in a small celebration.

"Now what?" He asked after you both cleaned up all the mess and put the kitchen back the way it was.

"Now, I get to use these!" You held up two small battery-powered lights. "Close the curtains over there, and I'll get these." Once the room was in darkness, you turned lights on and placed them in the newly carved pumpkins. The faces showed brightly.

Anakin gasped, and you saw his dull, lit face was full of excitement. "We can go ahead and put them outside now," you said, breaking him out of his mini trance.

You both walked to the door with your now, much lighter pumpkins. Anakin placed his on one side of the poach. You placed yours on the other when he saw that his brows furrowed. You looked up at him, mirroring his expression. "Why are they so far apart?" He asked in a small voice. He playfully pouted, and you rolled your eyes.

You both moved your pumpkins to the center of the poach, right next to each other. "You're too much, Mr. Skywalker," you mused. His arm found its way around your waist, pulling you to him.

"I do it all for you, Mrs. Skywalker." You huffed one last time at the cheesy line. Then, you both brought your lips over the others. And the breeze of the autumn evening only accented the blooming energy between you two.

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1-have-no-idea · 1 month ago

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But hate is so close to love

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authors note: this is the fic I’ve been talking about! Finally something long! Let me know what y’all think, this is my first time ever writing something really ‘long’, apologies for the wonky spacing, kinda rushed-

Character(s): Maul, fem! reader

Genre: angst, romantic, comfort

Overview: you, being a civilian that Maul originally took with him to be an ‘example’, aka, killing you, but at the last second, takes interest in you because he can use you. You made a wonderful slave. But slave’s aren’t supposed to forgive their captor, much less love them. Sith couldn’t love. Maul couldn’t love. He couldn’t care less about you. So why did it scare him so much that one day, you’d realize how bad he was for you and leave him?

Warning(s): death, mentions of torture, starvation, dehydration, cruelty, fear, bleeding heart reader, slavery, slight age-gap (reader is implied to be somewhere in her early twenties, Maul is around mid-thirties), corruption, Stockholm syndrome (?), violence, panic attacks, abandonment, manipulation (?), degradation

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The dust under you was smearing your pants a rust-brown. You felt a bead of sweat on your temple slowly run down your face, the faint heat of a lightsaber near your face. It burnt your skin, felt as if you were on the planet of Tatooine in the middle of the day. An understatement of a testament of how scorching it really was if it made contact with your flesh. You kept your eyes trained on the saber, the one casting a red glow upon your face. The one wielding the lightsaber was none other than one of the most infamous Nightbrother’s, Darth Maul himself. His face held no emotion other than dispassion as he held the lightsaber close to your face, fiery yellow eyes boring into your own.

Oh, you knew this was a bad idea! You should’ve never hijacked that ship, should’ve stayed at home and not have letten your curiosity take over you! ‘Curiosity killed the loth cat’ wasn’t just a saying, you realized. You just wanted to get off your own planet and explore a new one, that was all! But of course you just happened to crash into one of the most godforsaken ones, Dathomir. Everyone warned you of the planet. Apparently, the dark side of the force resided there strongly, and the residents who lived there were… not exactly the most welcoming. And guess what? Young and dumb you left your own planet out of curiosity, and now young and dumb you were going to be beheaded while down on your knees from a powerful Sith everyone feared. You didn’t know whether to start sobbing and begging for your life, or maybe in the heat of the moment, you could roll away and make a run for it.

…No, you knew that both of those would be futile. Maul could sense your fear, your anxiety. Could see it in those doe eyes peering up at him nervously. He almost pitied how pathetic you looked, but honestly, he couldn’t care less. It irritated him how weak and soft you looked. Didn’t you know Dathomir was filled with ruthless savages who wouldn’t think twice about taking advantage of a dumb thing like you? Obviously not. You seemed a bit airheaded to him.

“You’re a daft one, aren’t you?” The tattooed Dathomirian crooned down at you, cocking his head to the side slightly. Excuse him? He then sighed, raising his lightsaber, holding it taut and ready to strike at you without any mercy. Immediately, a choked gasp left you, and your eyes widened in horror, before, without thinking, you flung yourself onto the dust-covered ground before him. Bowing now. Like you were kneeling at an altar, your hands moving into a pleading position. How pathetic.

“Wait, w-wait-!” You stammered, lifting your eyes to look up at him from your place on the ground. “Please don’t kill me, I’ll do anything!” Wow, didn’t that come out desperate? This was cliche. “I- I know that sounds super desperate and cliche, but honestly, I don’t really care–” bold for someone who was face to face with a Sith. “You can just take me in, and I’ll- I dunno- I can, uhm, I can-” a click of his tongue was your breaking point, and just before he could bring down his weapon and plunge it into you, you flinched and shut your eyes tightly in fear. “I’ll be your slave-!” You cried out desperately, bracing yourself for the hot pain to tear through your flesh, but it never came. Your heart was banging against your ribcage, and cold sweat dripped down your body, eyes clenched so tightly you started to feel a tad lightheaded. Then, a marred hand came down and rooted itself in your hair, before tugging you up so you were back sitting up straight. A small yelp left you at the action.

“...Look at me, girl. Open your eyes.” Maul demanded, and you complied, opening your eyes to stare at him warily. The Sith regarded you intensely, sizing you up, a hint of interest present on his stone cold face. “My slave? For your life, in return, you’d agree to be my slave? A slave to a Sith?” He sneered, tone almost sardonic. Like he found the idea funny. In all honesty, being a slave to a Sith was worse than death. Regardless, however, you bobbed your head up and down, swallowing down your fear and nervousness. “Yes sir,” you agreed in a shaky murmur. He looked you up and down once more, before a twisted grin of cruelness split on his lips. “I believe that can be arranged.” He droned, before tugging you up on your feet by your hair.

The good thing was that you escaped partially unscathed with your life. The bad thing? Your life was in the hands of Darth Maul himself, and he didn’t come with the title ‘gentle.’ And you were a fragile little thing.

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Your hands were worked raw at this point. Your body aches everywhere, and you haven't slept a wink ever since Maul took you in. He was high maintenance. Your tasks were to fix his ship whenever he spotted something wrong with it, to clean every nook and cranny inside of it too, he wanted you to take apart his lightsaber, clean it, and then piece it back together. With no safety gear, mind you. The tasks were dangerous as they were tedious and difficult. But you knew better than to complain. You wouldn’t. If this was your life from now on, then so be it.

He didn’t really talk to you. Not unless it was about your chores. “Have you finished the floors, pet?” He’d ask, giving you a condescending smile. And you’d nod, and straighten your back, and it’d give a small pop. “Good. Now, do the windows, I need you to make the beds and sweep, and do not forget to make the bunks and clean all the rooms.” He’d remind you, despite it being the unholy hours of the morning and you’ve been awake the entire day and night before.

Weeks passed, and weeks turned into months with him. You had gotten used to barely getting any sleep, you were used to not eating that much, not needing him to tell you what he wanted and when he wanted it. You had completely memorized everything.

As of late, however, your tasks have become well… more, domestic. Maul had entrusted you with cooking his meals, with his eyes on you of course, just so you didn’t try to sneak anything in it, you started to wash his robes, he liked when you filed his nails and his horns from time to time. It confused you, why your tasks were getting easier and less harsh each day. It was as if he was… giving you a break, for your weary body. But then he started to feed you, too. Allowed you to eat and sleep, to regain your nutrition. A part of you thought that maybe it was a trick, to give you a false sense of security. But another part, a more trusting and altruistic part, believed that maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t all that of a sadistic Sith that most people believed him to be. You knew that was just your heart talking, not your mind. He didn’t care. Not one bit.

And that’s when you started to realize. This Sith, this Nightbrother, Darth Maul, was starting to lower his guard around you. It made sense, really. You weren’t a Separatist or one of the Republic. Just a citizen. A mere stranger on the side-lines. You posed no threat. That’s why you were here currently, his hand in yours as you delicately held his fingers while filing down his nails. Sharp, how he liked them, but short. He insisted that when he grew his nails out, although it was beneficial, he didn’t like the grime that collected underneath. He sat on his throne, legs spread, one bent at the knee with his foot on the seat, and the other down on the floor. His eyes were downcast, flickering across the words in his book. You were sat next to the arm of his chair, only sometimes glancing up to look up at him or peeking at his book. His expression was soft, softer than it ever really was. He always had that look while reading. Where the scrunch of his nose smoothed out, the way the corners of his lips that were usually naturally tugged down evened out into a soft line, and his eyes were less clouded over.

“It’s rude to stare, pet.” Oh. Immediately, you snapped out of your daze, clearing your throat. “Sorry.” You mumbled, eyes falling back down to his nails. He didn’t look up at you when he said that, still reading, but once you looked back down, his eyes slowly fixed on you. A soft huff left from his nostrils, and he looked to where your small hands were on his. Your soft palm against his rough one, the way you held his fingers so gently. It made him sick. Like he wanted to curl away from you. But it also made him want to relax. He then resumed to look back at his book, but not before posing a question. “...would you like to know what I am reading, girl?” He asked softly. He always was soft-spoken towards you. At least, nowadays. Scaring you and putting fear in you became less entertaining for him. You hummed and stared up at him quizzically, before nodding shyly. As if you were flustered at his offer. Another huff. “I am reading poetry. I find it most interesting… I enjoy how it is like a puzzle. Something to figure out. Yet, the feeling is expressed so vividly and clearly. It is just so easily looked over sometimes.” He explained in a quiet voice. You were surprised at how open and attentive he was to the book, and how pleased he seemed to be to share it with you.

The life of a Sith was as dangerous as it was evil. The one thing that people never mentioned about taking that path, however, was how lonely it was.

“You like poetry, Maul?” You questioned, tilting your head a little while he blew on his fingers to rid of the dust that was his keratin. He gave a small hum of agreement. “I do. Very much so.” He affirmed. And then you gave him a faint smile, a quirk of your lips, and in return, his expression turned a little wary. “Me too,” you admitted. That made Maul relax once more. It was silent for a moment, before he spoke up. “If you would like, I could read out loud to you.” He offered. That made you pause, a look of surprise growing on your face, before you nodded, giving him another smile.

“Yes, please.”

When he opened his mouth and started reading out loud, you tried to focus on his words, you really did, but you couldn’t help but be distracted, watching how his lips moved to form his words, how his voice was so smooth. He was softer. He was less violent towards you. He was reading to you. The way your heartbeat quickened is where you started to slowly become more aware of your thoughts. And also became aware of what was happening.

No. No, that couldn’t be, he was your captor! You should hate him! …So why did you feel so safe with him? Why did he make you smile? Why did he make you care? You shouldn’t care for him, not when he almost took your life. But he didn’t, your heart cried out. He’s lonely, your heart defended. There’s a reason for that, your mind retorted. He’s a Sith. Sith can’t love. He can’t love. So your heart and your mind were at war with each other, and you yourself were gazing at Maul in uncertainty. In the end, your heart won. He can be good. I know he can.

You couldn’t fix him, no. But you could at least try to be there for him.

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Today, Maul came back to the temple tense. There were multiple lines on his forehead from frowning, his breathing was coming out in harsh huffs, and his lips were twisted into a nasty frown. He was muttering under his breath, words quick and indecipherable. He was rambling incoherently under his breath, before collapsing on his throne, one hand moved to his head, fingers moving to grip ahold of one of his horns, while the other slid down to cup at his jaw, before holding the side of his neck. He was hunched over, slightly rocking back and forth in his chair.

You exited your chambers to greet him when you heard him come back, but seeing him break down like this made your heart fall to your stomach. “Maul-?” You called out in concern, padding to his side quickly, brows furrowed in concern and eyes showing nothing but care and worry. “What’s wrong-?” You tried asking, but he just continued to whisper under his breath. He looked like he couldn’t even see you. Slowly, in confusion, you sank down into a crouch. “...Maul?”

When he didn’t answer, you carefully reached out a hand to him. Your finger brushed against his wrist. Brushing against his wrist gently, a feather-light touch. Barely, but that’s all he needed. Like a spider when it feels that single movement in its web, he lunged forwards to you, shoving you off balance.

You yelped in shock, being shoved off balance and almost tumbling backwards, before feeling your throat tighten. Your air was being cut off, and there seemed to be some invisible pressure around your neck that lifted you off your feet to where you hovered above the ground. You let out a strangled cry of his name, hands moving to claw at your throat despite nothing being there. He walked toward you, and each step he took, you were pushed backwards by the force, his lips twisted into a snarl, teeth bared and right hand extended with his palm facing towards you. He growled at you, a guttural sound, and it sounded so pained. He looked at you as if he didn’t know you. Your lips trembled, and you felt yourself getting lightheaded. “Maul—” you gasped out.

“You’re– ack– you’re hurting me—”

And just like that, all that fear and hate and anger left his eyes, leaving a confused awareness. His arm dropped, and he took a shuddering breath as he fell to the floor, choking and gasping for air, gulping it down greedily. Your hand moved to gently prod at your throat that felt bruised now, eyes moving to look up at him in a fearful and confused question. A hint of regret and shame flickered in yellow orbs, but as quickly as it was put there, it left. A frustrated shout left him, and he whipped away from you, fleeing the temple quickly, leaving you alone on the floor confused and hurt.

Questions flooded your mind. The most prominent one being why? Why would he do that? Why’d that happen? Why’d he leave? Or, what, happened?

Maul himself had to leave the temple. Move outside and just take a walk, kicking up the sand beneath his boots. That simple brush of your fingertips to his wrist made him want to hide. And when he didn’t want to hide, he wanted to bite. Words could not explain how when you made contact with his skin, it burned. Made him recoil away from you, but Sith do not recoil and curl away, no, they fight. So that’s exactly what he did.

It was encouraged, you should’ve known your place and never decided to get close to him in the first place, it was your fault. You were nothing but his slave, that was it. …So why did he feel bad? Why did he have that sudden sting in not one, but all three of his hearts? He was growing too soft. That was the problem. He was actually starting to relax around you.

Maul gritted his teeth in anger, head shaking in disbelief. This was all a part of your plan, wasn’t it? You were tricking him– yes, that was it! You were trying to trick him to lower his guard around you, so you could take advantage of him! That was the only reason. That made the Zabrak let out a deep sigh of relief. Yes, that was it. You were a small, dumb thing, but Maul had to applaud you for being so bold and more cunning than he gave you credit for.

…Yet, at the same time, he had entrusted you with cooking for him, even going as far to not watch you. If you had planned to escape him, wouldn’t you have tried to poison him the moment he took his gaze off you? Maybe kill him in his sleep? You could’ve impaled him whenever you desired while filing his horns, but you never did. You weren’t malicious, not one bit. Not even violent. Maul almost thought that maybe you were incapable of feeling such things as hatred or anger. You couldn’t harm a fly. Literally. He’s witnessed it. Despite flinching and almost running away when you first saw it, it didn’t stop you from running around in the temple trying to catch it inside your cupped hands before releasing it outside. The entire time, he had watched with a slightly baffled expression, eyes wide and brow ridges furrowed, once quirked up with parted lips.

He spared you from the fact that the minute you released the small insect outside and walked away from the window it got eaten by a small reptile. He’d hate for you to be whining about it, he could imagine how much of a nuisance that’d be.

Or maybe he was sparing himself the fact that he didn’t tell you because he didn’t want you to be upset about it.

That made Maul freeze where he was sitting atop of a small boulder, eyes widening. He couldn’t deny that he enjoyed having your presence around. He enjoyed you. He liked how you would let him read to you, how you would cater to him so gently, how you were softening around him. You were making him feel something.

You made him feel less of a burden on his shoulders. Released some of that darkness inside of him. You made him feel warm, soft. And Maul, oh, he hated that. He hated the way you made him feel. Maybe it was just temporary, though. It would pass, surely.

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When Maul got home that night, he was quiet. He ignored you for the first couple of hours, not sure how to interact with you after his actions. You would glance at him in concern, not fear. You were worried, he could see that. He hated how you didn’t look at him in fear like how you should, he just strangled you! It annoyed him, made him feel that same weird pang in his chest, but he didn’t say anything. Neither did you, not wanting to set him off again. That silence lasted until when you were about to retire into your chambers. Before you could, though, Maul called after you.

“Pet.”

Your head perked up and you looked over to him, a small nervous look on your face which made him want to grimace. He pointed to the space in front of him, looking at you expectantly. “Come here.” He demanded. Tentatively, you approached him, until you stood in front of him while he sat. The Nightbrother made a soft grunt, before beckoning you even more down. “Kneel. I do not bite.” He said in a tone of annoyance. Liar.

However, you cooperated, moving down on one knee so you were looking up at him, his knees on either side of your face. With a curled finger, he made you sit up slightly, before leaning down so he was face to face with you. His eyes flickered down to your throat, seeing the slight bruising there and redness of where all the pressure had been. Then, silently, he reached inside of his robes and pulled out a thick plant, (that he collected on his way back to the temple), breaking it in half while keeping his eyes on your neck. A slimy string connected the two broken halves, but Maul made no movement to swipe it up. Instead, with the tip of his finger, his claw poking into the supple and sensitive flesh of your throat, he tilted your face up so your throat was bared to him. He peeled the plant of its skin, only the clear and slimy flesh left, before scraping the gooey slick off it, and picking it up. It dripped from his hands, and he placed the cool slimy gel on the bruises. It was wet, and kissed your skin, dribbling down and sending a shudder down your spine from the coolness. Once he was done applying it, he looked at his now slimy and sticky hands distastefully, and wiped them on his pants legs. But then he pulled his lightsaber out, igniting it. Immediately, you flinched backwards, brows knitting together, but Maul stopped with you by placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

“Calm yourself, star,” oh, that was a new one. You couldn’t help the way it made your heart flutter. You wondered why he decided to call you that. “I have no intention of killing you. I would’ve done so already if I did.” He reassured, if you can even call it that, just letting the lightsaber hover near your skin so the heat of the saber could warm the area. “Oh.” You relaxed, breath evening out. “Heat helps get rid of bruises.” He explained, and you nodded. He was taking care of you, you realized. It was a silent apology. A way to make up for it.

Was it bad that it made you love him even more?

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The next couple of weeks passed by quickly. You were growing bolder each day. Maul soon came to the realization that if he got you talking, you’d never shut up. You were treating him like a friend. And with the title of friend, comes the affection. In the beginning, you’d be scared about it. Maybe an accidental brush against him, and he would immediately whip towards you, teeth bared and snarling at you. A silent but expressive and aggressive don’t touch me.

You didn’t listen, though. Not to purposefully try him, no, sometimes it really was an accident, and others you just weren’t really thinking about it. Soon, snarls and growls turned into flinches and grimaces, until it turned into tensing, and now, he would just let it happen. He wouldn’t shove you away. He would just glance at where you were touching, and move on with whatever he was doing. That made you happy. He was comfortable around you. And that made you happy. You know what else it made you? Made you feel closer to him even more.

There was no use in hiding how your relationship with the Sith was definitely not fearful like how it was in the beginning, and your feelings definitely weren’t what a ‘slave’ should be feeling. Of course, you were ashamed of it at first, but after realizing he really wasn’t a bad person, and just did many bad things, it made you accept it. He was hurt, and he was angry and hateful. And he was lonely.

In return, it was no secret how Maul was softening up to you too. Allowing your touches, listening to you talk, he even smiled at you. Multiple times. Not those mean ones either, a genuine smile. Not to mention the couple of more sweet terms of endearment that escaped his lips whenever he really was relaxed and not thinking.

You supposed that’s what led you here, now. It was dark outside, all the close by planets and stars visible from where you and Maul sat. He had found you stargazing, and decided to join you. He didn’t quite understand why you were so enthralled by them when it’s something you see everyday, but you were like that. You just loved life. He almost envied you, because he didn’t understand it.

“I don’t understand why you look up there like it isn’t something you see everyday.” He commented suddenly, making you let out a soft chuckle.

“They’re pretty. I just can’t get enough of it.” You responded with a shrug, and that made an amused hum leave him. “You never fail to confuse me.” He muttered under your breath, and you turned to smile at him. “But ain’t that the nice part? Means you’ll always be surprised by me, and it’s like a big puzzle. You like puzzles, Maul.” He sighed deeply, and shook his head. “I resent you, sometimes.” He said, but it was a lie. He didn’t mean that.

But it made your smile soften, and your heart tighten.

“I love you.”

And those words escaped you before you could stop them. Maul froze, and so did you. You were about to stammer out an excuse, but it was far too late. Maul didn’t look at you, and you couldn’t tell whether he was angry or shocked.

“...You what?” He whispered. You could lie, but there was no point in that. He’s already heard you, and there was no going back now. Swallowing, and clenching your hands, you took a deep breath, before repeating yourself. “I… I love you.” You said in a hushed tone. And he tensed, claws digging into his pants legs. “No, you don’t.” A whisper.

“What-? Yes, I do—”

“No, you don’t.” More firmer this time. Okay, now you weren’t scared, you were just concerned. Why was he denying this? “Maul, I do–”

“No, you don’t!” He finally shouted, standing up and seething at you, shaking his head. “You don’t love me! You don’t, you don’t, you don’t!” He screamed at you in fury, trembling. You looked at him with hurt and disbelief, getting up with him, but as you did, he started to pace away from you back to the temple. “Maul, no! Why-? What do you mean-?” You questioned, not understanding why he was so upset with you as you ran after him. But then, a guttural growl which borderlined a gritted noise of pain escaped his throat, and he turned around and shoved you to the floor, chest heaving. “Do not speak.” He spat out venomously. “I’ve heard enough.”

And that was the last thing he said to you before disappearing from the temple, slamming the doors shut as he left you. You laid there on the floor, bewildered, before standing up on shaky legs and stumbling to open them. “Maul-?” You called out, eyes flickering around to find any sign of where he went, but you found none. “Maul! I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you!” You cried out, hoping that maybe he’d come back if he heard you. “Please come back!” And yet he never did. The only response you got was some chitters of the nightlife and a small breeze that made you feel even colder.

The next few days, you were left at the temple alone. You’d frequently look back towards the doors whenever you heard the slightest noise from outside, hoping that maybe it was Maul returning just like how he always does, but it was always just the wind or a little critter. You’d wake up early in the mornings to go and check his quarters only to find yourself being disappointed that he didn’t decide to come back the night before, and during the evenings, you’d still cook food for two despite it just being you, and unsure of what to do with the leftovers afterwards, and at night? That was the worst. You would move to sit outside of the temple, on its stairs, waiting for him to come home, or at least, what felt like home. Not anymore. Not without him in it.

This cycle repeated itself over and over again, every day, with no trace of him. At this point, you were starting to actually believe he had… abandoned you. All because you said, ‘I love you?’ You guessed so.

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Finally, after days of desertion, he returned. You were overjoyed, bounding up to him and going in for a hug, which he begrudgingly accepted but stayed silent nonetheless. You cooked for the both of you and tended to him eagerly, but the both of you never dared mention your little confession. Thankfully, at least he still accepted your affection. So it wasn’t like you guys had to start back at base one. In brutal honesty, ever since that happened, you felt as if you had to start walking on eggshells whenever around him. Anything could set him off, and you didn’t want that. Not after what you had seen, what he did. You didn’t want that.

Though, you did recognize that ever since he came back, he was more… tender, if you could put it that way. He read to you more often, and invited you to sit with him whenever he sat somewhere. So it wasn’t all that bad. And you started to get more comfortable with him again, and vice versa.

And soon that led to the both of you sleeping in the same bed.

In all honesty, you didn’t know what you guys were. Definitely not just acquaintances, and you definitely weren’t just a slave to him, you were something more, but what? It was quite obvious you were harboring a huge affection for him, with him harboring an affection towards you, but he never brought it up. So neither did you. But, you’d suppose you’d go under the title of lovers, finally. Or, well, partial lovers. He’d still have his moments, and push you away, and sure, it hurt, but you knew not to take it to heart. He was still getting used to it. So, it wasn’t that much of a surprise when he suddenly was faced away from you, the breakfast that you made him, that he asked for shoved away from him, a cold look of disdain on his face.

Oh. Okay.

“Are you not… hungry, anymore?” You asked quietly. The Sith shook his head, lips twisting as he took a deep breath in. “I don’t want it.” He stated. Your fingers curled into your palms nervously and you nodded. “Do you want me to save it just in case you do feel hungry later—?” “Get rid of it. I don’t want it.” He repeated, more firmly this time, hardening his stare to you. Immediately, you grabbed his plate, a small noise of agreement leaving you as you sighed softly. Once you left the room, Maul settled back in the bed, trying to relax, but seeing that disappointed and tired look on your face hurt him. He knew it was hard for you. He knew you didn’t deserve this. Not in the slightest.

Truth be told, Maul knew exactly how he was affecting you. During the night, when you thought you were being quiet and careful of not waking him, he could hear the small sniffles escaping you and the shaking of your shoulders. He saw how your face would fall when you noticed how he was switching up again. He could feel your hurt. And he’s never hated himself more.

Curling in on himself, Maul buried his face into his hands. You didn’t deserve this. You didn’t deserve him. He didn’t deserve you. His hearts tightened, and his hands gripped his sides tightly, claws most likely digging into his tattooed flesh. He didn’t deserve you.

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“Oh, no, hey, hey, hey, Maul…” You called out his name softly, gently pulling him to you and cradling him to your chest as sobs wracked his body. Ugly sobs. He clung to you tightly as he cried. He was definitely having one of his moments. “It’s okay, s’okay, I’m here, s’okay…” you comforted, rocking him soothingly. He seemed like nothing more than a child who was lost and had no idea what he was doing while in his arms.

“It’s not okay, it’s not okay, not okay, never okay–” he uttered under his breath over and over again, voice thick with tears and trembling. You cooed to him and held him even closer to you. “It is,” you assured. “We’re okay.” And not knowing what else to say, you said the same words he never echoed back, the ones that made him shove you away and shut down.

“I love you.”

He froze in your arms, sobs dying down, but he didn’t shove you away or shut down like usual. “...It’ll pass.” He responded quietly. Your heart broke for the broken Sith, and you shook your head. “No, it won’t. I love you, Maul. I do.”

“You don’t. You shouldn’t.”

“But I do.”

“Why?” He finally asked, pulling away from you with puffy and teary eyes, nose scrunched up and lips twisted into a frown. “Why do you love someone like me? I tortured you. I almost killed you. I’ve abandoned you. You shouldn’t love me.” He explained, tone slowly evening out.

“I’ve forgiven that. I’ve forgiven all of that-” you responded, but he cut you off, voice almost flat.

“I hate you.”

…What?

Your eyes widened, and your heart dropped to your stomach. Surely not, right? He didn’t mean that. Maybe he– maybe you misheard him?

“I hate you.” He repeated, voice hollow. “I hate how caring you are. I hate how you treat me so gently. I hate how you act. I hate that you love me. I hate that I care for you. I hate that you make me feel so bad. I hate you.”

Oh, but hate is so close to love.

“You should just leave.” He stated, not even batting an eye at his own words. You forced back the tears that threatened to prick at your eyes and shook your head. “You— you don’t mean that. You’re just saying that-” you basically tried to convince yourself, eyes tracing his face for any lie or deceit to tell you that he didn’t mean it. You couldn’t find anything. His face was blank. Like he was on autopilot or something.

And he was. Right now, it was his insecurity talking. In reality, what he wanted to say was I’m sorry you have to deal with me. What he meant when he said he hated you was that he loved you. He was angry with you because you weren’t angry with him. He wanted you to hurt him, yell at him, get mad, because that’s how he felt for himself. He just didn’t understand why you didn’t feel the same way. You were the victim after all. He didn’t want to taint you any more than he already has. You were a young thing, a sweet thing. And Maul was an old, rugged, and cruel and unfeeling, broken bastard. He couldn’t burden you with that.

“Just leave!” He finally shouted. “I don’t want you here! It was better when you were gone– I was better off without you!” He screamed at you, trying to push you away, because he loved you. It was for your own good.

Slowly, you let go of him, hurt written all over your face. You looked as if you didn’t know what to do, you didn’t. Because how are you supposed to respond to that when it was the man whom you loved yelling it at you? But he said it’d be better, right? That he rather that? So, swallowing dryly, you gave a tiny, imperceivable nod and slid away from him.

Oh.

Oh- you were actually leaving-?!

He’d pushed you too far this time, he was too mean, he said too much–

“W-wait, where are you going?” He asked, sitting up and looking at you with wide eyes. “Leaving.” You responded quietly, standing up from the bed, and he immediately grabbed for your wrist, pulling you back. “I didn’t mean it, I swear, I didn’t–” he started to ramble, and you tried tearing yourself from his grip.

“Let me go, Maul! You can’t just take that back, you’ve already said what you said, now let me go-!” He should, shouldn’t he? He didn’t deserve you, you didn’t deserve him, he was being selfish. But couldn’t he? Couldn’t he be selfish? Just this once? He’d already lost so much. He couldn’t lose you too. Not from over those stupid, ugly words that left his lips in a fit of insecurity.

Holding you to him, he buried his face in the crook of your neck, embracing you to him like he was losing you, because he was. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, darling, please-” he pleaded, feeling you writhing against him and hearing your protests. It absolutely broke his hearts. As if to make up for it and convey silent apologies, he started pressing soft and fluttering kisses to the skin of your shoulder and neck in whispered apologies, mumbling his regret and shame through each kiss.

“Maul, please.” You finally choked out, falling limp against him and just weakly pressing your palms to his chest. “You don’t love me, you don’t. Let me leave.” You begged, and he shook his head, nuzzling into you even more and taking a shuddering breath. “No, no, that’s not true, darling, I- I do– I just- you don’t deserve me, I don’t deserve you, and I was just hurting you and I–”

It was all coming out now. The guilt. The pain. The insecurity. The self-loathing. The love.

Your eyes slowly softened, and you relaxed against him, understanding now. “I love you.” He finally choked out, cupping your face in his hands. “I’m sorry I didn’t say it before, that I couldn’t, but know now, I love you. I’ve never hated you. I don’t. And by the Force, I don’t want you to leave. I don’t.”

And you cried. You cried in his arms, like the many times he cried in yours. And he pressed your foreheads together, cradling you like you were glass while pressing kisses to your face to prove to you he really was telling you the truth. Because nothing scared him more than the thought of losing you.

After all, hate is so close to love.

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pomplalamoose · 1 year ago

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I fucking love you you’re the only person who talks abt Luke and I need more stuff abt him PLEASE litreally anything will do

Really, this means SO much to me because the only reason this blog exists is an outrageous lack of Luke content, so now I'm making it myself😤

I didn't know what you would like to hear about so here's a random collection of Luke thoughts and ideas I had since August (mostly in collaboration with my girly @little-skywalker )🫶🏻

Also this turned out a little bit more nsfw than what I usually do, I hope you don't mind

• in my mind Luke is very good with children and they like him a lot in return

• so if you have been in a healthy and loving relationship with him for a while, he'll probably ask how you feel about kids of your own

• as someone who wants to avoid pregnancy at all costs I like to think he'd be very understanding about you feeling uncomfortable with giving birth to a child yourself

• because of this he'd be more than happy to adopt too

• especially because he knows what it's like to loose caregivers and grow up without knowledge about your real parents, he'd be so enthusiastic to raise orphans with all the love they deserve

• along with the ones already in his Jedi Academy, you'd have a shit ton of kids around

• related to this I can totally see him giving out fun stickers as rewards

• the children cleaned their rooms? Sticker. They did their house hold chores? Sticker. They did well at school? Sticker. They made him laugh? Sticker.

• he likes to give you some too if that's what you want

• (although for wildly different reasons)

• when he's in a good mood, Luke is a tease

• often about pretty innocent things like a stain of marmelade on your top or when you mispronounce a word lost in thought

• other than that he likes to gently pull your hair while he's sneaking up on you

• or to grab your nape with ice cold fingers after washing them

• he loves hearing you shriek his name and your indignant expression after

• when you're alone though, things quickly take a turn in a whole other direction

• he's never mean of course, but making you blush is one of his favorite activities

• he likes to mock the sounds you make in bed, sometimes even going as far as mimicking them

• he likes to pinch and squeeze your soft thighs, your arms and ass or your breasts until you swat his hands away

• when he discovers something new you like, you won't hear the end of it for the next few weeks

• he has a way of glancing and smiling at you suggestively while others are around that makes you fume

• Luke likes to see you in pretty lingerie, no matter whether you bought it yourself to surprise him or if he gave it to you as a present

• one can argue about his favorite colors in that regard

• my first idea was a nice pastel green to match his lightsaber

• until I realized his lightsaber is neon green

• the ultimate conclusion: Luke likes to see you in neon green lingerie

• (maybe go for black, you can't go wrong with black)

• Luke is ✨well endowed✨ and while not too big, he's still a lot to take

• I like to think you'd need to practice to get him fully inside of you

• he's always patient and careful with you though, and knows how to make it as pleasant as he possibly can

• he doesn't want to hurt you

• that said, sometimes he tends to forget himself while you are going at it

• when at first he was slow and gentle, he sometimes gets a little bit too into it and his thrusts grow rough, almost bruising

• he'll catch himself quickly and apologize, though if you liked it, he may be willing to change up his pace a little bit

• I'd like to add how insanely attractive that man is as well

• everything about him is good looking, even (or especially?) his hands

• they are simply made to be kissed and licked

• (imagine sucking on his fingers)

• also it'd be nice to just be held by them

• your hand would completely disappear in his

• and they are always nicely warm

• I'm sure that Luke is very strong as well

• he didn't train in that swamp on Dagobah for nothing

• we all have noticed his arm muscles

• that combined with his height, he's easily able to manhandle about everyone

• the children love when he picks them up to spin them around or to throw them up in the air as if they weigh next to nothing to him

• you like to be picked up as well, especially if he then pins you to a wall

• or down on his bed

• if he wants to cuddle there is not much you can do about it

• while I'm not necessarily into nicknames or other kinds of endearments, the thought of being called bunny by Luke drives me crazy

• I find it to be fitting in every kind of situation too

• it doesn't matter if it's said in a soothing manner or just casually during the day

• imagine him calling you bunny to admonish you

• OR when you're bouncing up and down on his enormous d-*gunshot noise*

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findafight · 2 years ago

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That's vaapad. Is the first thing Dustin thinks, barely registering that the one dropped into a defensive stance, indigo 'sabre held tightly, is Steve.

Spacer Steve. Cocky, charming, snarky, kind, jaded, force-null Steve. Holding a lightsaber the colour of Illium's sky just past sunset, when it turns from dusk to night, stars flickering on, Steve is furiously stabbing and slashing at Vader in a way few know how to.

Because Vaapad was Master Windu's form, one he partially invented. One that very few had the control and discipline to practice without slipping too far into the Dark. Dustin had only seen Master Windu in exhibition duels, not full combat. It's very different when it's real, Dustin thinks.

Beside Steve, complimenting every move with synchronicity that comes from only the deepest and sacred of trust, is Robin. Robin who is a bit clumsy and doesn't like blasters, who drifts off in her own world sometimes, who's hands flutter whenever they feel. Where his is the cusp of night, Robin's saber is a brilliant sunrise orange, a blur as she pushes into Vader's defenses.

"go!" Steve yells, his focus slipping for a moment enough that Vader knocks his weapon from his hands. Dustin cannot move, cannot feel the tugging of Lucas on his jacket, or Mike shaking his shoulders.

Until they found El, who had barely escaped years of inquisitor conditioning, he had been alone. Had thought himself one of the only Jedi left. He had told Steve and Robin this, and they had looked at each other for a long moment. Steve had said "we are no Jedi, but we will protect you."

But he'd lied. They were Jedi, now facing down a sith.

Robin throws her own 'sabre to Steve even as she pulls his to her hand. They wield the blades as naturally as their own.

"RUN, NOW!"

Steve doesn't look away from Vader, but releases the double grip he has and throws his hand toward them, an invisible shove that pushes them all back to the door. To the shuttle. To safety.

Someone pushes Dustin away from the doors, and he watches as Vader raises his first in tandem with Robin's feet lifting off the ground. Steve is clutching his leg even as he reaches towards her.

The doors close.

Dustin doesn't realize he's screaming until Erica slaps her hands to his cheeks and forces him to look at her. "You need to pull it together. It's not gonna help them if we just get caught now."

He nods. Mike warns them to strap in for the jump to hyperspace. The jolt barely registers over his shaking.

"hey, man. How...uh. how are you doing?" Lucas's voice is softer, max standing behind him, clutching his hand so hard his fingers are squished together.

All he can gasp out is "why didn't they tell me?"

The rest are silent for a moment. It's a betrayal, this secret Robin and Steve kept. Dustin has been alone, for so long. He wanted to be close to his lost culture, to the people that are now few and far between, scattered in the stars and hiding. Why would they deny who they were? Their own People? When they could have taught him so much, revived something thought lost.

Gently, Lucas sits down, pulling Max beside him, and weaves his fingers between Dustin's trembling ones. They sit together for a long time.

Eventually, Lucas swallows loudly.

"I think..." Lucas, Dustin realizes, has been shaking too. They have all watched their friends, people who they love and have spent so much time with, sacrifice themselves to protect them all from the Emperor's guard dog. "I think that they were protecting us, by not saying anything."

"what?"

"Dustin. They're in their twenties. They probably fought in the Clone Wars. I just. I don't think they lied, really, about themselves."

Dustin rears back. "they said they weren't Jedi! That's a lie!"

Erica stirs, from Dustin's other side. He hadn't realized she was holding him.

"maybe it's not to them. Maybe...maybe they think of themselves as people who used to be Jedi. But aren't anymore. Maybe that's how they dealt with the war."

"but..." Dustin has never considered himself anything other than a Jedi, cannot comprehend shrugging it off even in the face of the Empire. "But why?"

Max, who has been silent, sniffs. "Because everything else they said was true." Mike, who retired from the cockpit Will and joined their cuddling hums questioningly.

She sighs. "Steve fell in love during the war, and planned a future raising little babies with whoever it was. Robin had a grand romance that was never meant to be with a politician or something. They've known each other since they were small."

"just now, we know they were doing that while fighting the Separatists." Lucas said.

"exactly. Think about it. I don't know who Steve could have fallen in love with, but... Mike. Didn't your sister have to work with a Jedi Padawan a few years before the Clone Wars? Didn't you say she got...weird? After? Robin was always weird about your last name..."

Mike goes stuff, even as Dustin barely registers anything about his sister, focusing on who Steve could have loved. A horrible, horrible possibility comes to mind that makes too much sense for how sad, heartbroken, confused Steve was about the "break up".

"oh stars." Says Mike. "Robin was the Jedi Nancy fell in love with before she fell for Jonathan. Oh no. She even said the Jedi had an orange 'sabre. Holy kark!"

Dustin sobs. Erica presses her face into his shoulder.

"Steve fell in love with a Clone." Bursts from his lips.

"what?" There's an overlap of voices. Shock, horror, confusion mixed together.

He shrugs. "It's the only thing that makes sense. Max, remember when he told us? About when they decided to be together? He said his--his love" and Dustin doesn't know if he says it as a dirty thing because the Clone troopers killed his family, or because Jedi very rarely had romantic relationships and he was still too young to understand the complexities of them for Jedi, or something else entirely. "Wanted to raise his little brothers. Protect them. Steve wanted...well I guess he must've wanted to be a creche master. They wanted to do it together. In the temple, at home."

Max joins. "He said That they'd spent a long time working together with his Ma, so--oh kriff, his force damned Master! That has to be it, right Dustin? That's like a parent for Jedi right? He...Steve said he watched her die. Watched...watched his lover die."

They are all silent, for a moment.

"do you think...do you think Steve had to kill him?" Mike asks, when only the rumble of hyperspeed fills the space.

Max counters with "Robin said she was on Coruscant when the Republic fell. What do you think she had to do? What she saw?" Dustin knows. Dustin saw the hallways. Saw the men in white armour who they all thought were friends massacre them in their home, led by some sith apprentice.

"I think they did what they had to to keep each other alive." Will says.

No one can argue with that.

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shadowqueenjude · 1 month ago

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For the final day of @valkyrieappreciationweek

Princess-themed Halloween costumes!

Our girls always coordinate their Halloween costumes, and one year they all go as princesses! Nesta as Princess Leia, Gwyn as Princess Ariel, and Emerie as Princess Tiana!

A spooky writing snippet to go with this…

“I didn’t know Leia had a lightsaber,” Gwyn said as Nesta twirled her blue lightsaber around. Nesta smirked. “Her brother teaches her how to use a lightsaber. But don’t worry, I’ve got another weapon.” Nesta waved around her blaster, and Emerie whistled. “Leave it to Nesta to show up armed on Halloween.”

Nesta shrugged. “All part of the costume, you know?”

Just then, all three girls’ phones lit up. Nesta immediately swiped on her phone, searching her messages. She found her first message to be from an unsaved number. She opened the text to find a threatening sentence:

Pretty little princesses all dressed up for a party. What will you do when it gets a little bloody?

“Ok, ew,” Gwyn said. “Did you get that creepy message too?”

“Yeah,” Nesta said. “Yup,” Emerie added. Nesta pressed and held her thumb on the screen, blocking and reporting the number as spam. “Looks like we’ve got a stalker, girls.”

Azriel, who was driving the car, did not react to their conversation, but Nesta expected this. He never really outwardly showed that anything was bothering him even when it was.

“Can’t wait till we catch them and kick their asses,” Gwyn said, and they all giggled.

Not long after, they all arrived at the party destination. Nesta swung the door open, and she and Emerie slid out. Gwyn, who was sitting in the front seat, stayed back to talk to Azriel. “Are you sure you don’t want to come in with us?” she asked. Azriel shook his head. “I don’t have a costume.”

“You could always come as my arm candy,” Gwyn replied flirtatiously. Azriel blushed, and Nesta and Emerie exchanged glances, barely concealing their laughs. “I have work, but I, erm, might stop by,” Azriel muttered. Gwyn winked. “I’m counting on it, darling.” Then she got out of the car, allowing Azriel to drive away. The three ladies started squealing as soon as Azriel left.

“He. Is. Totally. Into. You,” Nesta said. Gwyn beamed. “You really think so?”

“Think so?” Emerie asked incredulously. “Girl, if you’d stayed there any longer, I swear he would’ve gotten pregnant.”

They burst out into another flurry of giggles as they walked towards the door of the house party.

“Cool costumes, ladies,” Lucien said, leaning against the door.

“Lucien? How’d you get stuck on bouncer duty?” Nesta asked. Considering how their relationship started, Nesta had seriously warmed up to the man. In her defense, she had bad experiences with lawyers, but Lucien had used his law degree to rob Elain’s ex-fiance of every penny he had (deservedly so) before finally entering the Foreign Service and becoming a diplomat instead. Apparently, having a law background seriously helped in that field of work though, so no time was wasted when he’d spent years pursuing a law degree he never wanted because of his shitty parents.

“I volunteered,” he drawled. His casual demeanor vanished, and he whispered, “Beron…insisted on being here tonight. To make sure Eris cozied up to some rich people’s children or something. I don’t know, but I do know I’d rather not talk to him.”

Nesta nodded in understanding before walking inside. It made sense that her brother-in-law wished to avoid his shitty stepfather at all costs.

“Woah,” Emerie said. Woah was the right word for it. The place was packed and amply decorated for Halloween. The place was in darkness, lit only by glowing Jack-O’-Lanterns, strung up by countless webs. Emerie quickly scooped up candy corn from a bowl nearby, handing some to Nesta and Gwyn. They happily munched them as they checked out the scene.

“Ohmygod I loooove your costume!” a woman said enthusiastically, pulling at Emerie’s collar. She gently extricated the hand before nodding politely. “Thank you,” Emerie said. Through the orange glow, Nesta was able to make out a pale blonde woman with black lipstick and killer eyeliner.

“Mor?” Nesta asked incredulously. Oh, she did not want to deal with this one.

“…Oh. You’re friends with Nesta.” Mor’s voice became frigid. Emerie glared at her. “Fuck yeah I am. Got a problem?”

Before she could reply, Emerie turned her back to Mor, following Nesta and Gwyn deeper into the party.

In a small room lit with candles, a group of girls and boys sat in a circle, drinks in hand. They looked at the three of them, and one of them asked. “We’re playing Spin the Bottle. Want to join?”

“Sure,” Nesta answered. Gwyn and Emerie murmured assent, and they were soon sitting down and introducing themselves to the other people sitting there.

“I’m Nuan,” the girl on Gwyn’s right said. She was dressed as Mulan, and she smiled at them. “Sweet costumes.”

“You too,” they said in unison.

“I’m Eris,” a man said. Nesta sucked in a breath as she stared at the guy across from her. He bore a significant resemblance to Lucien, and yet not. While Lucien had a bit more of a rugged look to him, Eris was just…unbelievably pretty. Exactly her type. Her brows rose at the horns on his head.

“Loki, huh?” Nesta asked. Eris smirked as he nodded. “Yes. Like it?”

“I think you’re the first guy here I’ve seen put so much effort into their costume,” she remarked. Eris snorted. “Most men are boring, then.” Nesta couldn’t argue with that one.

A boy sitting next to Eris sneered. “Quit flirting, bro, and let everyone else introduce themselves.”

“You are dreadful, little brother.” So this was another one of the Vanserra brothers. Nesta imagined she’d be seeing all of them at least once tonight; it was their party, after all.

“Newbies go first,” Andre Vanserra said. Nesta sighed; she wasn’t sure if she was up to the task of kissing a stranger, but she wasn’t about to back down now. She placed her hand on the neck of the bottle and spun it hard.

After a few seconds, it pointed towards Eris. He gave her a lazy smile, crooking a finger. Relieved at the easy choice made by the bottle, Nesta leaned forward.

Holy hell, he was a good kisser. Nesta moaned without even thinking about it, forgetting about the people around her. She grasped his head, holding onto him when-

“HELLLLLLLLLLP!!!”

She pulled away. “What was that?” she whispered. Looking concerned, Eris shrugged. Nesta stood up and ran from the room, and she knew her girls were right behind her.

A woman in a fluffy pink bunny costume was sobbing uncontrollably, and Nesta placed a hand on her shoulder. “What is it?” she asked as gently as she could.

“U-upstairs, blood, someone’s dead…”

“Can you lead us to the room?” Gwyn asked.

“I-I don’t want to look…”

“You don’t have to,” Gwyn said sweetly. “Just lead us to the room.” The girl nodded shakily, grabbing onto Nesta’s hand and turning back to the steps.“You!” Emerie ordered, pointing at one of the surrounding bystanders. “Call 9-1-1!”

Good job, Nesta thought as they all hurried behind the girl who had apparently discovered a body. It was always important to assign tasks to specific people during an emergency, otherwise everyone would just assume somebody else would deal with it.

Nesta saw the blood before she saw the body. Gwyn’s heel sunk into a pool of dried blood, and Nesta tapped her shoulder, pointing at it.

“Oh, god…”

A few feet away lay a body prone with a dark red stain on their back. Nesta stared at the burnished gold hair, so similar to her own, and the sky blue crayon costume she had told her she’d be wearing. Nesta gasped as realization dawned on her.

“Oh my god- Feyre is dead!”

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toska-writes · 2 years ago

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“Tranquility… Sort of”

Summary: It was really hot- after a tricky battle everyone’s nerves could use a little washing away

Pairing: Hardcase x GN padawan reader (P-L-A-T-O-N-I-C)

Warning: None :) please enjoy!

Word Count: 1259

Notes: So I had another fic in progress but I couldn’t focus on one thing so this was mood written purely in the moment but y’all seemed to like the last spontaneous one! (My first Hunter one)

It was hot- very very hot.

Trudging all the way back to meet the ships that’s all that filled your mind, even if you tried not too.

The campaign was more a success then you all originally thought, the causality numbers were low and the objective was obtained quickly. But why this was taking forever you didn’t know.

No one dared speak as the footfalls echoed and crutched behind you. Silently your master held a small canteen of water out to you and you gratefully took it.

Anakin gave a small smile and once again the silence took over your senses.

You could feel the morale around you dropping and this just put you down more- after any battle the first thing you wanted to do was lay down and sleep for a while, but now that wasn’t really an option.

A brave voice started a small quite conversation behind you which was a good sign- because if there was silence for this long in the 501st you knew something was off.

Since the danger was behind them Anakin now started a chat with Rex who led the way with the other Jedi, no sooner than this a small tap at your shoulder pulled you into the small group conversation behind.

Lines of ranks now merged into one jumbled group as voice now floated around- still not as loud as in the barracks but that was fine.

You fell between Jeese and Hardcase who already took off their helmets and clipped the to their sides. Hardcase bumped shoulders with you pushing you slightly into Jesse with a sly smile on his face.

“I’m glad someone’s in a decent mood.” You half joked looking up the the trooper.

It was Jesses turn to get your attention as he said. “We were trying to figure out the odds that the General would let us stop for a moment, maybe cool off in a huge lake coming up.”

Many of the men around you nodded in agreement to this idea. “The real challenge is getting the captain to stop for a little bit.” You smiled already on board with this plan.

Hardcase was about to agree when Anakins voice rang out. “The ships running a little late so it might be a while before we see it. If we could find a place to stop that would be ideal”

Hardcase turned to you with a growing grin on his face, He wiggled his eyebrows quickly before pulling you back to the front of the group. Someone was watching out for you all now and you were ever grateful.

“You know Sir there’s a nice lake just up head not even a click off, it wouldn’t be a bad place to camp for the time being.”

You could already see the wheels turning in your masters mind as he thought it over. You flashed a smile up to Hardcase already knowing you had this in the bag. The sweat that gathered above Anakins brow already answered for him.

Quickly glancing at Rex for his thoughts and earning a small nod Anakin announced the plan to the group.

The rest of the clones seemed to get riled up at the fact that a nice break was in sight as a race broke out between you, Hardcase, Jesse, Fives, Echo and a few more to the lake that was now on the horizon.

Fives let out a happy holler while running before getting to the stop first.

Piling the top of his kit in one spot not even bothering to remove the bottoms he dove into the water with Echo following suit.

The rest of you followed his actions as armor was now littered all over the ground. To say the least it was going to be a soggy ride home.

You stripped a few layers of the robes you were wearing and placed your lightsaber down gently before you raced into the water.

The water was a nice greeting around your legs as you pretty much relaxed as you stood in the shallows for a moment. Just ahead about waist deep you saw some men already gathered there splashing each other.

With his back turned to you it was the perfect opportunity to knock him fully into the water. You made contact as you swam over, pushing Hardcase down by his shoulders you laughed as he breached the surface once again.

He spat some water out with a mock look of hurt on his face. “Sorry to say this commander but you left me with no choice. This means war.”

Quickly looking around you tried to swim behind Fives who was watching nearby. He laughed before saying. “Oh no you did this yourself.”

Hardcase came around quickly, letting out a loud scream he picked you up and as if you weighed nothing threw you into the water just ahead with a huge splash.

Coming back above the cool water you laughed trying to swim back to him. As you got into reach you tried to splash and get him underwater before he knew what was going on.

Hardcase was fast you had to give him that. Once again you were wrestling in the water as he got the upper hand and lifted you out of the water. With a giggly scream he threw you to Jesse who was waiting to catch you near by.

Then it was off to Tup, then Fives, then Hardcase again. By the end of the first round you were taken over by laughter.

You gripped on to Hardcase as the two of you looked over to where Fives and Echo were up to something.

Fives broke up from the water with Echo on his shoulders- how heavy that was with a full arc trooper and half of his gear on was unknown but pretty impressive.

“Oh I see how this is.” Hardcase laughed as he went under and you got the hint to go on his own shoulders.

A few other followed suit and now you were ready for an old fashioned chicken fight.

Hardcase took off without a moments notice running (well as well as you could run in water) towards Fives and Echo.

You gripped Echos shoulders with a smile on your face trying to get him off of Fives, Hardcase tried the same thing.

Echo grappled for your shoulders nearly pulling you in multiple times.

Turning around the pair your partner tried to take out Fives legs and in a moment of being unbalanced you shoved Echo into the water.

Hardcase let out one scream of a laugh as the both reappeared from the water.

You threw your hands up into the air with victory as Hardcase jumped around through the water with you.

One moment you were celebrating the next your whole body was met with the cold hug of the water. Very confused you looked to Hardcase as you came back up for a breath.

Standing behind where you two once towered was Rex with a very smiley General Skywalker on his shoulders.

“Care for a proper fight my padawan or are you two no match.” He quipped from the top. Rex flashed an evil grin of his own.

Hardcase landed a hand on your shoulder and with a brisk nod you said. “Oh it’s on.”

In this moment all thoughts about the war that burdened all of you so seemed to wash off in the cooling water below. Everything seemed normal and happy, and you wished it could last just five minutes longer.

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nerdieforpedro · 3 months ago

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A Sweet Night for All

Chapter Five of This is the Neighborhood Din Series

Din Djarin x Sierra Harris (plus size OFC)

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, borrowed or plagiarized.

Word Count: about 2.5k

Warnings:

Summary: Nosy friends show up and get a surprise from a Jedi. Din and Sierra come to an understanding. There's cuteness from Johnnie Mae and Luke because I wanted it. ☺️

Notes: This chapter is very fluffy. I dunno what happened but I like it. 🤗

Main Masterlist/Din Djarin Masterlist/ AO3 Link

The two of them entered Djarin's home unaware they were being watched.

“I just want you two fools to know that despite this being a horrible idea to spy on him you two each owe me fifty dollars.” Finn displays all his pearly whites with the shit-eating grin he has from the back seat of Poe’s 4Runner - ‘the most conspicuous SUV known to man’ as Finn calls it not because of the make or model, but because Poe insisted on painting it orange and white. It is his BB-8. Finn held his hands out as both Rey and Poe slipped money on his palms. “Who’s the woman though?”

“Her name’s Sierra. She texted him during work today. I thought he only checked his phone for emails about his son Grogu.” Rey shrugged, she was mad she was out fifty bucks, but this was entertaining and something to tease their team leader about tomorrow. So far, they’d only been able to sort of make fun of Din's lunches, but sometimes they smelled really good.

“I mean other than when you set him up with those DILF hunters, we haven’t seen him with anyone. She seems nice and he even did like a Romeo type thing on the porch there. Didn’t know he had any game.” Poe nods and Fin flicks the back of his head, the pilot rubs it and laughs.

A metal knock startled the three in the car. A man with an overgrown beard and a green beam stuck out of the top of it. “Hey. Your truck stands out way too much and I’ve never seen it here. What are you doing out in front of this house? Count of three numbnuts.” Poe looked closer at him and noted that one of his hands was metal, what kind of weird ass neighbor was this man.

The trio looked at each other and waved their hands, “No! No!” Poe decided to speak for the group. “Look we know Din okay! We’re gonna go, we had a bet that Sierra was a parent from his kid’s school or a team leader from another department. Clearly not.” Luke squinted his eyes.

“Drive now.”

“Yup, don’t have to tell us!” Poe started BB-8 and drove off. Watching as Luke’s eyes appeared to meet his in the rear view mirror. “How does he live near someone so creepy?!”

“And how does he know Din or Sierra?”

“I’m not finding out.” Rey huffed, this trip was a bust. She didn’t win any money and she was threatened by an old Jedi. This sucks.

Luke stood in the middle of the street, putting away his lightsaber as he scratched his beard. “What kind of strange people does the new kid work with? I know Mae said he seems alright, but…eh. Scared them off. I'll check in with Mae and the little one. I'm curious what they had for dinner.” The Jedi saunters up to Johnnie Mae's door and knocks. She doesn't answer at first so he knocks again and she appears wearing a white cotton nightgown with a black silk nightgown. Her finger is over her lips as she steps back from the door and curls it to beckon him inside. A kiss is shared between the two and she takes his hand to lead him to the couch. They sit and she speaks softly.

“Don't get in your head that you're having anything other than a hearty meal Skywalker.” Johnnie tugs on his beard. He places his cool hand on her thigh and runs his thumb along her skin. She points to the large chair next to the couch where little Grogu sleeps under a throw blanket. He'd fallen asleep waiting for his father to come get him. Luke nods and pecks Johnnie Mae's cheek.

“Only came to see what you had for dinner. Honest. Also saw some coworkers of the kid's dad outside. Weird bunch. Drove them off.” It's stated matter of factly causing the older woman to shake her head and stand up.

“I'll fix you a plate. It was mainly Sierra cooking for her new friend.” Luke follows her as she heats some food up for him and they sit at the table. They're comfortable, speaking in lowered volumes to not disturb the young boy. The hour has gotten late.

Meanwhile in Din's home:

Her host had put away the leftovers and made her some hot chocolate after giving her a short tour of the first level of the house. Sierra could tell that Din was proud, he mentioned it was his first home and was excited to be able to provide a safe place for Grogu to grow up. “I don't want him looking over his shoulder or wondering if he'll need to move anywhere.” She took this to mean that maybe there was a point where either Grogu or maybe Din had that fear. Pausing as he brought her back to the living room after showing her his office, kitchen, dining room, den, a half bath off of the den and a mud/laundry room. It made her think of how happy she'd been when she left her husband up until a few days ago when he showed up. The feeling that she was safe and could go to sleep without questioning if she'll be physically hurt or insulted. Din took Sierra's hand which made her look up at him, pulling her out of her daze. “I didn't mean to bring up-”

“Please don't apologize. Don't feel you have to dance around things you want to say because you think it reminds me of what happened. Plus now I'm curious what life was like for you and Grogu before moving here. I'll let you know if I'm okay or not Din.” They sit on the couch and continue holding hands as he describes to her the apartments he used to live in, back before he became a team leader with the bump in pay.

They weren't bad in terms of cleanliness or code violations, it was more so the activity in the neighborhood and violence which is why he moved out here to the suburbs. Din explained that it wasn't all the community, it was him too. In his younger days, before Grogu was born, Din ran with the Death Watch and participated in unsavory activities. He'd had a long-term girlfriend who enjoyed the lifestyle and drama. When she became pregnant, he focused on actually going back to school to get his degree in mechanical engineering. A subject that had long interested him but wasn't exactly a part of culture. It was when he was in school that she became distant and even after giving birth, didn't really interact with little Grogu much. At the time, Din thought she was just too wrapped up in what the Death Watch had going on at the time. It was only later, in raising Grogu over the years that he came to know what postpartum depression was. No one either of them knew really talked about any of that. In his exit from the Watch, his back tattoo with their symbol of a mythosaur had three horizontal red lines added through it. They represented tasks the Armorer had him complete before he could sever ties with them on friendly terms. Din was surprised when his former members offered financial help with him getting settled in a new place with Grogu. He still spoke to a few of them occasionally, even Paz, who he was sure the disdain between them was mutual, gave him parenting tips.

Sierra listened intently and wondered what she really knew about her friends and family, especially ones she wasn't particularly close to. Could they have backgrounds with twists and turns similar to his that led them to where they are today? Would they feel comfortable telling her? “You're the first person I've told all that to in a long time. Generally, I don't feel comfortable talking about myself this much.” She didn't mean to, his admission made her scoot closer to him and place her palm on his cheek. Her eyes and smile conveyed the same message her lips did.

“Thank you for trusting me with this Din.”

His larger hand covers hers as he closes his eyes. It’s been even longer since he last heard someone saying that they trusted him. The moment feels intimate and Din allows the corners of his mouth to form a small smile. With his eyes focused on her lips, that’s where he touches with his opposite hand tracing her full lips with his thumb. He knows, just knows that all of her is soft like this. Her brows furrow and with her lips parting, Din wonders if he’s exposed too much, not only through his words but his touch too. “Sierra, you’ve trusted me a great deal as well.” He recalls a few days ago when they met, their hug and conversation in the kitchen of her aunt’s home. She was under no obligation to tell him anything, but she was honest and vulnerable.

“I know. This is something, but can we just sit Din?” Dropping her chin, the science teacher placed her forehead on Djarin’s shoulder, lowering both her hands as he grabbed them. Looking up temporarily, she knows she'll be fine. Contact with Din isn’t to be feared. Sierra finds it welcome, she wants more but her mind is holding her back. Realistically it’s been plenty of time some would say, but they’re not her. She scoots back to ease her spine into the cushions on the couch but Din’s hand braces her back and his other arm gathers the hem of her dress under her knees as he shifts them over his legs and pulls her closer. “Um, are you sure-“

“It’s fine. I’ve got you. Relax and sit.” Sierra might not be resisting so hard if Din didn’t appear to be saying and doing all the right things. His forearm is now supporting her upper back while his palm is at the base of her neck. His fingers are scratching her scalp and he chuckles when she releases a quiet sigh. “Feels good doesn’t it?”

A gentle thump to Din's chest is the answer Sierra gives him, he’s wrong in a sense. It feels perfect and she wants nothing more than to stay like this. “Yes it does.” Finally relenting they remain cuddled together on the couch for at least half an hour, maybe longer. Neither of them were sure. It was serene. Nothing pressing or urgent. No interruptions, the two of them could just exist together.

Din had to wake her up to not only walk her home but to pick up his son who was likely sleeping as well. Watching Sierra walk in front of him with wobbly legs, gave him many ideas, ones that he was unaware that Sierra shared similar ideas.

At Johnnie Mae’s home, they were met with the sight of Luke sipping lemonade as he and Mae were watching ‘Law & Order: The Force Beckons.’

“Hey Sierra. Nice to meet you little G’s dad. I’m Luke from across the street. Old friend of Mae’s here. Kept our girl out late did you?” His graveled voice greets the pair as they step in and remove their shoes. Johnnie Mae is holding hands with Luke as Grogo sleeps opposite them soundly. Din’s taken aback for a moment. It registered that this is the man who lives across the street and is Ms. Harris’ gentleman friend. The same one who’d given his son a gift and them an interesting dinner conversation. Sierra wasn’t phased at seeing them together so it’s clear this isn’t new.

“Did you have a good plate of food Mr. Skywalker?” Sierra asks, her grin says she’s amused because she finds her aunt and her ‘gentleman friend’ for at least ten years cute. Luke stands and pats her shoulder before giving her a hug.

“Yeah. Your aunt always treats me well. You know that. How have you been kiddo?” He asks when he releases her from the embrace and holds her upper arms, careful not to touch below her elbows.

“Life sucked. But now it’s better, took time like many things. I adapted.” The affirmative grunt Luke gives has him leave it alone and turn to Din. Offering his hand, the single father takes it and gives the Jedi a firm handshake.

The two men keep eye contact during their greeting. Ending their stand-off, hands at their sides, they nodded to each other. An understanding was made between them. The unspoken promise had Luke step aside as Din spotted his son asleep in the chair across the room.

“Thanks.” Din gives a small nod to Skywalker before making his way across the room to scoop his son in his arms. Grogo stirs and looks up at his father, his eyes heavy from sleep. He smiles before drifting back off.

“Little G’s a good kid. Might have something to do with his father.” Luke plops back down on the couch next to Johnnie Mae with Din giving the grizzled man a small chuckle.

“I know. He's that best. We're going to head out, it's pretty late. Thank you Ms. Harris for dinner earlier and to you both for keeping an eye on him tonight.” Johnnie Mae waves him off and stands up to give Din a side hug to not disturb Grogu's slumber. The father walked slowly to the door and Sierra opened it for him, he had his hands full of important cargo afterall. Luke and Ms. Harris left the living room, opting to give the two some privacy. “Good night Sierra.”

Din’s eyes are warm as he watches Sierra’s face, “Good night Din. Ah,” Hesitating at first, she allows her fingers to glide up his forearm. He doesn’t pull away and instead remains still, appreciating her touch. “I-I’d like to speak to you tomorrow during lunch when you have time. Nothing important or anything just to-” His lips find her forehead and she pauses with a gasp.

“Just to talk. Trust me, I’ll have time Sierra. Good night and sleep well. I have to get this one home and tucked into bed.” His eyes linger on her as he steps out of the door, Din only looks forward to keep from tripping down the porch or the stairs. He has responsibilities and he can’t stay as much as he would like, looking back a final time before starting across the yard back to his home, she’s standing in the doorway, illuminated and waving at him with a smile.

Djarin feels a pang of languish while he enters his home and puts little Grogu to bed. He’s always been thankful for his son, his adorable menace, but maybe sometimes he would like someone beside him who he didn’t have to sing Spongebob to or Bluey. His large palm pats Grogu’s head and bats his curls a bit, he goes to take a shower and settles into his own bed, already excited about his lunch break tomorrow

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Chapter Four Chapter Six

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stormyelliotwritez · 3 months ago

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MUEHHEHEHE I HAVE ONE FOR MR CALAMARI MAN

Can we get a male Valgauthian (“human” species known for berserker tactics and being good pirates/raiders) who’s working (unwillingly) for an unnamed sith’s small fleet

Kit is dispatched to take care of reader’s ship, but upon nearly clearing out the entire thing, he finds the reader who is actually quite thankful his (ruthless) captain is dead and

What is this?

Is that… force sensitivity

GAHHAHA IF YOU’RE OKAY TO GO FURTHER WHAT ABT KIT BEING AN ADULT FORCE-WIELDER’S JEDI TEACHER I THINK IT WOULD BE FUNNY

“What rank are you?”

“Padawan.”

“You’re twenty-six-“

OH MY GOD YES

im sorry it took so long for me to get around to it and its not super long but you can ask for a second part if you want!!!

So here ya go!!!!

It was just a normal mission, take out the Sith and their crew and be home before dinner. So why did something feel off? Kit took out the Sith and the crew on the bridge before venturing further into the ship. He hadn’t even needed help because it was just some drydaks who thought they were big tough guys.

He takes out some more in a hallway and laughs while doing so. He ventures deeper into the ship, coming to the sleeping quarters. The uneasy feeling comes back as he turns a corner. There was an open door and light trickling out of the room. He held his lightsaber beside him and stalked towards the door.

There was a humming that he could hear and maybe someone moving around? He didn’t think it was a threat, but it was good to be prepared. He walked closer and slowly pushed the door open. He poked his head around and it was a… Valgauthian? He would have thought it was human but there were the small differences that he noticed though he wasn’t sure if they were male or female or something else. They hadn’t noticed him, so he walked closer and then cleared his throat.

“Hello,” he said.

The Valgauthian jumped and turned to face him.

“Hello?” he said nervously, his voice giving away that he was a male.

“Can I assume you don’t want to be here?” Kit asked as he glanced around his room. It was a small room with not many belongings. There was a few pieces of fabric draped over a chair that resembled clothing and there was a small cabinet with hopefully food in it though the stranger didn’t look like they ate much of it.

“Um, yeah, I guess you could,” the stranger answered as he stared at Kit nervously.

“I’m a Jedi. Kit Fisto is my name and your crew who I’m presuming you were working for unwillingly are all gone now,” Kit said with a smile.

The strangers eyes lit up and he smiled widely. “The captain’s gone? Really?”

Kit nodded. “As dead as a dradore.”

The stranger managed to smile even wider and jumped up and down slightly. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! I’m y/n by the way!”

Kit tilted his head slightly, watching y/n as his already pure black eyes managed to get blacker like how a cats eyes get bigger when they’re confused. He could sense something else. There was something about this stranger… about him… about y/n.

Y/N had a feel about them. What was it? Was it coz they’re happy to be free? Were they different? Yes, different. What different? Valgauthian? No. Force sensitive? Yes, that’s it.

“Are you force sensitive?” Kit blurted out.

Y/N stared at him curiously before shrugging.

“Yeah, you are. You want to be a Jedi?” Kit said, practically blurting it out again.

Y/N stared at him again for a moment before nodding slowly. “Okay.”

Kit nodded and smiled, his green tentacle-tresses bopping up and down as he nodded. They both stood like that for a while, awkwardly and with some tension in the room.

Eventually, they left, and Kit took y/n to the Jedi Temple. On the way, he asked y/n how old he was and found out he was 26 years old. He knew this was going to be awkward trying to get the Council to accept him having an adult as a Padawan but there was something else about this now not stranger. He was kinda cute?

They stood in front of the Council and after some back and forth, they approved it. A few weeks later, they were starting to train. Kit was teaching y/n some basic moves and he had to step away for a moment to talk to some Jedi Knight. Y/N kept trying out the moves until Obi-Wan walked over to him and coughed to get his attention.

“What rank are you?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Padawan,” y/n said with a wide smile.

“You’re 26, aren’t you?” Obi said curiously.

“Yeah,” y/n said as he hopped up and down on the balls of his feet.

Before Obi-Wan could say anything else, Kit walked back over and turned his lightsaber back on. Ob-wan took that as a sign to leave and so he did.

“From the top?” Kit said with a smile.

Y/N nodded and they started again from the top and fell into a rhythm. Kit found himself stealing glances at y/n and so did he. Jedi’s can’t fall in love but they can steal glances.

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stardustbee · 11 months ago

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Stardust made to shine

Flufftober - Fireplace

Darth Maul x fem!Jedi OC Ayane Arinori

Song: AURORA - Heathens

Warnings: bit of sexual tension between those two idiots 😅😚; also Maul is hot

Word count: 3054

Note: This was meant to be finished in ocotber for the prompt fireplace for flufftober...HERE IT IS LOL. I have zero excuses for why it took so long. Only that life is stressful and being and adult sucks. But I am happy with how it can out and I am even brave enough to post it without beta reading 🤭 I really enjoy writing Ayane this way, maybe even a little more then in FMTTM. Pls forgive me if the formatting here and on Ao3 is shitty. I am lazy.

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Cold wind whipped mercilessly in Ayane's face. Her face was already flushed and it was not because of the Zabrak, far too heavy for her, that she was supporting in her arms. Who would have thought she would meet him right here in such a deserted section of the galaxy. Master Kenobi had sent her on this mission. The Council suspected Separatist activity in this area and had been ordered to check it out. But the fact that it was exactly him she came across was something neither of them expected.

Ayane did what she was asked to do. Or rather, what she had been ordered to do. It was a moon orbiting an ancient, almost forgotten planet that was in a sector of the Outer Rim. Because of this, the Council assumed that the activity they were receiving from there was separatist in nature. The still somewhat clumsy Jedi Knight, not wanting to admit that she had not been a Padawan for a long time anymore, did as she was ordered to do and set off with a droid. Her skills as a pilot weren't enough to allow her to travel alone with a starship.

When her investigations on the planet itself came to nothing, a strangely familiar feeling led her to the very moon on which she now found herself.

She quickly realized that the feeling was her current rival and once lover Darth Maul. "Formerly Darth..." she reminded herself. She heard a loud grunt from the Zabrak she was supporting as those words rolled over her lips. How had they ended up in this predicament?

Quickly Ayane had to learn and realize that weather conditions on the moon were not normal. One minute there was clear, warm sunshine and the next the weather would change. And not only did the weather change rapidly in seconds, no, the flora and fauna also underwent an absolute transformation. Trees lost their leaves as dark clouds closed in and a fierce snowstorm began. Animals rushed into burrows, flowers died within moments and a layer of ice began to cover lakes and rivers.

In the middle of the storm she met the men, who held nothing but rage in his eyes. Both quickly drew their lightsabers and a fight broke out, despite the severe cold that afflicted Ayane. Due to the lack of reports and analyses of the planet and its moon, these weather fluctuations were unknown and the woman had accordingly not been able to prepare herself with special clothing. She only wore her Jedi robes.

Ayane's heart pumped faster, her breathing became uneasy. She tried to think of the exercises and teachings of her Master, but it was easier to think about it then put those thoughts into action.

Most importantly, she didn't have much time when Maul made the first attack, striking with his red blade. Her orange lightsaber, the color of the moon of her home, blocked the Zabrak's strike. Both blades hummed as they struck the other, as if they were crying out because they had hurt themselves. Maul was far more powerful and stronger than Ayane. The snow and ice beneath her feet crunched and cracked as he pressed her into the ground. A diabolical smile ran across his lips and Maul brought to Ayane all the hatred he felt for the Jedi.

Wildly the two fought in the blizzard as the temperature dropped and the former Sith Lord kept spitting insults at her. He was so much stronger and more experienced than her. That Ayane could hold out against him for so long was probably due to the mysterious connection through the Force she shared with him.

And then there was a small moment, just maybe a damn millisecond, when Maul gave her a window of opportunity to counterattack. She used the time she was given and threw a punch of the Force at Maul. She spun her body around once, deactivating her lightsaber as she did so, and when she looked back at Maul, she abruptly extended her arms.

The Zabrak reacted quickly, deflecting the blow with his own control of the Force. Nevertheless, the brute force of Ayanes punch sent him sliding backwards a few feet. His weapon was also deactivated. Again a malicious smile ran across his lips. He took a few steps towards the Jedi.

Ayane braced herself, this fight had gone on too long and she knew she would not win it. But suddenly and unexpectedly, the tide would turn in her favor once again when she heard a crackling sound under the man's artificial feet.

Maul had also noticed the sound, but at that moment it was too late. The thin layer of ice on which he stood hid a lake. The ice gave way and, although Maul tried to get off the lake, he sank into the icy water. Everything happened so suddenly and quickly and Ayane's eyes grew bigger and bigger as she realized what had happened.

His lightsaber slipped from his hand as he tried to hold on and came to rest on the edge of the small hole. Small bubbles rose and the water was choppy. Ayane expected him to resurface any second.

They were long seconds...

Many seconds...

Minutes...

He couldn't get out on his own. His legs...

"You'll regret this..." gave Ayane as she wiped off her Jedi cloak and dropped her sword on it. Quickly she jumped into the water herself. It was so cold that it almost robbed her of consciousness. She swam fast, darkness enveloped her and it was hard to locate the Zabrak. But after a few meters she saw him. His cheeks were puffy and he was holding back what air he had left in his lungs. Maul waved his arms around but absolutely didn't move. His eyes were almost trembling and Ayane could have sworn it was fear she saw there.

And so they had ended up in that very predicament. Ayane had no idea how she managed to pull Maul out of the lake. She just instinctively grabbed him by the waistband of his trousers and put his arm around her shoulder. The Force was strong in her today and supported her in her endeavor.

Ayane was desperately looking for shelter. Anything where she had the possibility to maybe make a fire and where they could both warm and dry themselves. If this continued, they would both freeze to death. She had just saved the life of a man she didn't know how to sort out her feelings about and then she was supposed to freeze to death in the middle of a wasteland called the moon? No, that just couldn't be, she didn't want that. A strong gust of wind hit her again and she almost sank to her knees with Maul.

Despite his own weakness at that moment, he supported Ayane as much as she supported him. Her hand went to his chest to hold herself better. Surprisingly, his skin was warmer than she had expected. Ayane remembered the studies on different species and the altered metabolism of the Zabrak. They recovered more quickly from temperature changes and generally their metabolism worked much faster than that of humans.

It was like a twist of fate when the woman discovered a small, old hut on a hillside. It was made of solid stone and withstood the storm. It must be my imagination. Someone really lived here? Someone built something that looked like a house? Death knocked on the door. This could only be a hallucination, a desperate attempt at her sanity.

"It's not." gasped Maul a little weakly. "I see it too."

He did it again...

He searched her mind.

Ayane still couldn't figure out if he was doing it on purpose or if she was naively sharing those thoughts with him every time. Just like she had done back on Midgard. She revealed so much weakness to him. She knew he could wipe her out all at once and yet...

The door was kicked open and Ayane's eyes analyzed the room. It was a rather plainly furnished building. There were many boxes made of wood and steel, neatly organized. It looked as if the building was a warehouse. At the other end of the room, the woman was looking directly at a fireplace. She heaved Maul against a crate near the fireplace.

It was still so bitterly cold...

She quickly brushed Maul's top off his shoulders. That was the only thing he allowed, because when she tried to remove his gloves, he grabbed her by the wrist and gave her an angry, almost aggressive look.

"I don't like it either, but you have to get out of those wet clothes," she countered the look immediately.

"Take care of yourself, Jedi." he hissed through his sharp teeth.

Ayane left it at that. She knew Maul and knew that persuading him was like riding a Rankor. So she placed the two lightsabers in front of the fireplace. She quickly found something to light a fire. As the flames rose up and filled the stock, which it obviously was, with warmth and a cozy light.

She found a blanket in a corner and wrapped it around Maul. "There is only this one blanket," she said, looking him in the eye. "We have to warm our bodies against each other, otherwise none of us will get out of here alive."

She began to remove her Jedi robes.Then she heard a laugh from the Zabrak's mouth. "Tell it like it is, woman." Maul leaned forward. "You need me to survive. Your human body can't withstand the cold."

"And your mechanical legs would have dragged you to the bottom of the lake if I hadn't been there." She placed her clothes in front of the fire together with Maul's top. Then she sat down next to Maul in her underwear, swung the blanket around her and leant against him a little. Her skin only touched his very lightly. "Don't kid yourself. You need me just as much as I need you right now. I hate to admit it myself. To someone like you..." she stopped herself.

"Keep talking, Jedi. What you have in your head right now just doesn't fit very well with what your master taught. You and the rest of the Jedi are ridiculous beyond compare."

Ayane squinted her eyes a little. The underwear she was still wearing was still soaked from the icy water. "What am I doing that's ridiculous in your eyes?"

"You could have left me behind. You would have defeated one of your order's greatest enemies. Imagine how proud your masters would be." There was hatred in Maul's voice. Yet, Ayane felt a certain pride and...fear.

"But I didn't." She leaned a little more against Maul's muscular arm. Her muscles were tense to protect her from the cold. Despite the dancing fire, her body didn't want to get warm. "I saved you."

"I am your adversary, an enemy of your order. I am a thorn in the side of your faith. My destruction should be your highest priority."

Ayane straightened up and looked at Maul. He did not return her gaze. "Do you really think that? Do you really think I should kill you?"

"That's the way of things. That's what the Force commands." His eyes now wandered over to the woman. His face was rigid, emotionless. Why should he show anything other than disdain?

"Then do it," Ayane replied quickly. "Why don't you kill me if you think that's the way of things? If you think that's the way of the Force!" Her voice grew louder and she clenched her hands into fists. Ayane tensed her muscles so tightly that the skin on her knuckles turned white and her teeth gritted from the tension she was exerting on her jaw. "Kill me, now!"

Ayane was so angry that she hadn't even realized that she was now standing in front of the Zabrak, the warming blanket only covering his body. She stood in front of the fireplace and could feel the warmth on her back. Still, none of this helped. The flame was too small to be able to fight the merciless cold that seeped through every crack in this leaky building. Just as Ayane was unable to withstand Maul, to resist him. Goosebumps covered her body and soon she was no longer trembling from the cold. It was an unspeakable rage she felt in her heart, unable to admit such feelings.

Ayane's eyes explored Maul's body. She took in every tattoo, which was as black as the endless galaxy. She already knew each one, as they had spent more than enough time together on Midgard. Before she became a Jedi, before Ayane knew what was behind Maul's stay on her home planet. But now she knew more than she ever wanted.

He looked beautiful like this…

Her lips opened, but before she could say anything, Maul was already holding her hand in his. He slid forwards a little, the blanket slipping over his shoulders and revealing his body. His golden eyes bored into hers, his gaze fixed, but not angry or malicious. There was no danger in it. The material of his glove pressed against her skin. Ayane remembered the feeling and the material of his gloves. It was the first thing she felt from Maul.

Then he did something she hadn't expected. Maul put the hand that had just been resting on hers around her waist, hugged her with the other and gently pressed his head against her stomach. He made sure that none of his horns hurt her. The woman raised her hands, a little startled, and wanted to take a step back, but the Zabrak's firm grip made that impossible. His skin was so warm. "Your path was a mistake. That you became a Jedi...that should never have happened..."

A loud, almost angry snort came from Ayane's nostrils. "What are you doing now? What are you..."

Maul interrupted her and looked up at her. Their eyes met again. "You feel…that is your mistake." Ayane's mouth fell open in horror and shock at what he had just said.

Maul pushed hard against her body and brought her to her knees so that she was now kneeling in front of him. The jerky and brutal movement caused the Jedi to wrap her arms around his neck. Their lips almost met…

His hands bored into her skin, leaving white marks on it. "Why are you still a part of them? I sense that you realize it yourself. That you know what I've said is the truth. Your insecurity, your fear...it fills this room. It trembles under your feet, little Jedi Knight."

The realization hit her like a wild Bantha wandering the plains of Tatooine. He was right. Maul, the enemy she had fought so often, was right. And she didn't like that. She quickly grabbed his face and pulled him closer to hers. Their bodies were tightly entwined. Ayane no longer felt the cold. It had given way to a very familiar heat. "No..." she only whispered.

The Zabrak stared at her. "Admit it."

Ayane shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut as she felt tears welling up. She hastily pressed her lips to those of the man in front of her. She straightened her upper body as best she could. It hurt to feel his naked skin on hers.

She was weak. She was giving herself over to something she shouldn't and Ayane knew it was inevitable that it would happen. She knew her place was not in the Order and yet...

Maul's hands squeezed the woman close again and he let himself fall backwards. The moment he was on his back, Ayane stopped the kiss and looked at him again.

"Say it." he began in a low and calm voice. "No one will know."

Ayane swallowed hard, not allowing the tears to fall. She dropped her head onto Maul's torso. Her body was tense, almost clinging to the Zabrak. "I..." she began and tried to swallow the words, "...you."

Maul's eyes widened. "Say it. Look at me and tell me how you feel."

She quickly straightened up and sat on his lap. Tears streamed down her face, which was turning red. "I hate you!" she finally shouted at him. "For your arrogance, for always being right! It's because of you that I became a Jedi in the first place! Because you....because you!" she stammered.

"Because I what?" Maul asked, almost amused. His lips curled into a devilish smile.

"Because you didn't come back! Because you left me alone on Midgard! Because you always make me want to break the rules of my order and my master!" her voice broke. She weakened and put her face in her hands.

"Then join me." That was the only thing Maul said to her. He didn't reassure her, he didn't hug her. He simply allowed the feelings she had held back for so long to escape.

"You know I can't and I won't..." Ayane rubbed her eyes. She placed her hands on the Zabrak's chest. She tried to calm her breathing.

Maul sat up and hugged Ayane again. "Then at least enjoy this moment." he kissed the corner of her mouth.

"You're not making any sense..." she whispered.

"Neither do the feelings you're giving me. They don't reflect what you just told me." Maul's lips tracing over her cheek to her earlobe.

"We're doing this just so we can draw our swords and fight again tomorrow?"

"Yes..." His hands stroked Ayane's back far too gently.

"Don't use this as a weapon against me..." she said as Maul grabbed her and laid her on her back. His body laid heavily on top of hers. She could feel the cold metal of his legs and she knew that this would become a different experience than the once on Midgard.

"Never..." he said as he smothered the fire with the Force with a wave of his hand.

They would no longer need the heat of the fire. Their bodies were the only thing that would keep them warm now. Just as Ayane had wished when they had entered the wooden their shelter...

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ghostofskywalker · 2 years ago

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Hey lovely❤️❤️ Just popping in with a spring fic request.

Was thinking maybe our handsome boy Jesse with the prompt "You're cute when you try not to blush"

You can totally change it if you want to tho, I'll be happy with anything Jesse you write because I already know it's gonna be beautiful.

Hope you have fun writing this and enjoy your wine, you deserve it!! Love u babe <3

🥺 you are the sweetest! i did change the prompt a little (all of my fics are written as race-neutral so a blushing reader is something i’ll never do), and i've been looking for an excuse to write this fic for a while so i hope you enjoy it!!

words: 910

summary: you're the general of the coruscant guard, and a certain arc trooper keeps finding ways to get arrested to see you.

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Heart Eyes in the Holding Cell

The first time you met Jesse, him and another ARC trooper had been taken in by one of your commanders for speeder racing outside of 79’s. It wasn’t a serious offense, and you understood the need for some soldiers to let loose in slightly unconventional ways given all that they had seen during the war, but Thorn had still brought them in as a little joke (if you had to guess why, it was because they sassed him a little upon getting caught).

“I didn’t know the Coruscant Guard employed such pretty attendants,” one of the troopers said as you stepped into the room with the holding cell. You took in his blissed-out appearance, clearly still tipsy from the liquor he had consumed that night. The number 5 tattooed on his forehead (combined with your knowledge of your best friend’s battalion) told you exactly who this trooper was.

“Technically they don’t,” you said, shifting your body so that he could see the lightsaber strapped to your hip. Your outfit was slightly fancier than usual, given the fact that you had just gotten back from a Senate function, where you served as a voice for the Jedi Council and security for Senator Amidala. “I’m in charge.”

The first trooper’s eyes widened, and the other trooper with him started laughing so hard he was practically crying. “Nice going,” he managed to wheeze out, his head shaking. “Flirting with a general, that’ll get us out of here Fives.”

“Shut up Jesse!”

You just laughed at their antics, crossing your arms. “Actually, we’ve decided to let you go,” you said. Technically you weren’t supposed to let them go until the proper reports were filed or their commanding officer came to pick them up (bureaucracy was a nightmare), but you weren’t above a light joke here and there.

“Really?” Fives looked like you had just told him that he’d been elected chancellor.

“Once your commanding officer comes to pick you up, sure.”

Both Fives and Jesse deflated. “Really, you can’t just open the door right now?”

“Fox has already called Captain Rex, he’ll be here shortly,” you said. “We’re not going to charge you, but you can’t just go joyriding any time you want to.”

At the news that they weren’t going to be in any real trouble, the two troopers relaxed. You ended up staying and talking to them until Rex came to pick them up, and you couldn’t help the way you were drawn to Jesse.

As you waved goodbye to them, you had to try and push some very un-Jedi like thoughts out of your brain.

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“General!” Every clone’s voice was supposed to be same, but you knew exactly which trooper this voice belonged to. “Fancy seeing you here!”

“Jesse, don’t tell me you’ve been arrested again.” Your utter bewilderment at the amount of times that he had ended up in your holding cell was only beat out by the confusion you held about the smile on his face. Ever since you had met him and Fives all that time ago, he ended up in custody at least once for every time the 501st was on leave.

“Nah, like I told you last time, I just break into the holding cell for fun.”

You sighed. “What was it this time?”

He smiled harder. “Does it really matter, mesh’la?”

Oh, his words should not have had an effect on you. Trying to keep your composure, you raised an eyebrow at him. “I think it does.”

“Racing again,” he said, managing to somehow look proud of that fact that he had gotten caught.

“I think I’m going to tell Rex to put you on a leash whenever you all to go the bar or something,” you joked.

“Why, you don’t want to see me?”

“Oh, are you taking lessons from Fives now? Trying to flirt with the General to get out of jail?”

“Maybe. You’re cute when you try not to smile, you know that?”

Clearly he wasn’t going to give up (and maybe you didn’t want him to), so you decided to try a different approach. “And you’d be cute too if you didn’t stop getting arrested so much. If you wanted to see me, you could have just stopped by and said hello.”

For all the times he had flirted with you before, Jesse seemed lost for words when you finally started to flirt back. The smile on your face was wider now, as you took in the confused expression he wore.

And to confuse him a little bit more, you unlocked the holding cell. “Come on,” you said. “If you promise not to get arrested again, I’ll take you out to dinner.”

Jesse looked stunned. “But- you’re a-”

You just laughed. “If your general can be married to a senator, I think I can let one date slide.”

He regained his cool with in an impressive amount of time, right as you two were approaching the front door to headquarters. “Why do you think it’s just going to be one date?”

“I don’t know, I guess you’ll just have to impress me.”

Right before he stepped outside into the night air, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. “Don’t worry cyar’ika, I plan on it.” And with that, the door opened and he walked away from the building.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him for the rest of the night. He was bold, and you liked that.

- the end -

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winniethewife · 6 months ago

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Outcaste (Din Dijarin x OC)

Reunited

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At first Din was getting updates from Althea regularly. Sometimes daily. Messages and holo-vids. But as time went on she got busier, less updates, less time. He missed her more than ever, it was hard to be alone again. It had been almost a year since Din had really heard from her. When he ended up Rescuing the Child. A weird little green Jedi. He knew he had to find Althea. She was a Jedi. She would know what to do. Right? He decided it was time to look for her again and started searching for her across the galaxy. He was a man that had always been able to solve any problem and he was determined to solve this one as well.

After spending a lot of time looking with little success he was on Tatooine and was trying to get Pele to not do something to his ship when he saw something out of the corner of his eye. A group of Mandalorians, at the head of the group was a familiar set of armor. White with blue markings, the symbols of Clan Kryze and the royal house. And two lightsabers on either side. It was her. It was really her. His heart almost exploded inside of his chest upon seeing her, he couldn’t have been happier to see her again. He called out to her

“Althea!” he shouted before breaking up into a full out sprint towards her, his eyes were on her and only her. He couldn’t wait to be able to hold her again. He was running as fast as he ever had in his entire life just so he could reach her as soon as possible. Pele held the child and called out confused behind him but he didn't care. As he ran she turned to the sound of her name.

“Din! Din Djarin!” Once she saw who it was her helmet was in the dirt and she was running to him her long blonde hair cascading out of the loose braid she had put it up in and blowing in the wind as she ran. Din let out a laugh of joy as he ran to her. When he finally reached her it felt like the best moment of his life. She looked so beautiful and he couldn't believe just how lucky he was to have found her again and to be able to be with her again. He grabbed her lifting her easily into a loving embrace, he was so relieved to see her and so happy to be with her again, holding her close to him, never wanting to let her go.

“Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Ni cyar’ika” She said laughing through tears as she wraps herself around him. He couldn’t believe just how lucky he was that she was back, and he also couldn’t believe just how lucky he was to be able to spend his life with her. He truly loved her with all of his heart

“My lady, you have no idea just how much I’ve missed you.” He gently lowered her back to the ground and gently wiped the tears from her eyes

“If it's anything like I missed you it must have been most painful. My heart has been breaking every day we've been apart.” She touches her forehead to his helmet. And she's smiling widely. When he felt her forehead against his helmet his heart melted. And he knew he couldn’t help but love her even more. He could tell how happy this had made her, the smile on her face said it all. He was finally back with his lady and that thought alone made him feel complete. The other Mandolorians are waiting behind her. And Pele and the child have followed behind Din. One of the Mandolorians had picked up her helmet and was dusting it off. They hold each other close for a moment longer before the child wanders over and looks between them. Althea looks down at him.

“Hi there little guy.” She says smiling she lets go of Din just to get down on his level. “What's your name?” The child babbles at her. Din watched as Althea got down to the child’s level and watched with interest.

“Grogu. You've been keeping him busy right?” She picks Grogu up and holds him on her hip. The Mandolorian holding her helmet tries to get her attention but she waves him off “It can wait Axe.”

“He's been a great companion ever since I found him, even if he is a bit of an eating machine.” Din said with a laugh as he spoke in a playful tone

“He's so sweet. I'm glad you haven't been totally alone then.” She smiles and laughs as Grogu starts to play with her hair. “We have so much to catch up on.” The Mandolorian behind her tried to get her attention again. And she sighs. “Okay, I have to report back to Aunt Bo-katan I get it!” She snaps at him. She looks over at Din with a sad smile. “Are you busy? Do wanna come along?”

“I would never pass up the chance to go with you” he said with a smile as he looked at her, he couldn’t help but feel his heart melt for her once again. He really was so lucky to have her, he wanted to be with her always, follow her anywhere, be together at all times.

Althea smiles at him then looks to the other Mandolorians, she grabs her helmet and puts it under her arm as she walks on. The other Mandolorians follow her and Din. They walk out of town and there's a ship. Bo-katan and a few other Mandolorians stand around as they approach.

“Aunt Bo! Look who I found in town.” Althea calls out as they approach. Bo-katan smiles and nods to Din before remarking.

“Are you here to take my niece Din Djarin?”

“If she is willing to go with me, then I am willing to travel anywhere by her side. I will guard her with my life, and do so honorably.” Din says with a steady cadence, this was an oath, a promise of the up most importance.

“The Lady of Kryze deserves only the finest protector by her side. And she deserves nothing less than the best” The Madnolorian Althea had called Axe says with a steady tone as he examines Din with a skeptic gaze. Bo-katan shook her head and mad a motion to call him off.

“Does everyone just keep forgetting I'm a Jedi and I can take care of my damn self.” Althea mutters as she blushes. As several of them laugh, Althea rolls her eyes before she hands Grogu to Din before jogging over to the ship, to grab her things. Bo-katan looks to Din.

“I entrust her to you, she’s the only family I have left and she’s very deeply in love with you. She hasn't stopped talking about you.” Bo-katan says simply before continuing “She is the future of Mandalore. If we can ever take back our planet she will probably follow in my sisters footsteps. She will be a duchess. But right now I can't stop her from traveling the galaxy with the man she loves.”

Din wonders if that’s the future Althea wants, to lead a people. She would be a great leader, but would she be happy? He wanted to believe so, at least if he was by her side. Then just possibly. Before he has a chance to express these thoughts aloud, Althea returns, a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. And he knows, they have an adventure ahead of them.

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Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum. Ni cyar’ika : I love you my darling.

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No, you don't

Part one/prologue of No, you don't.

Summary: You get your life turned around after you and Rey join the resistance. Unfortunately, you meet Poe and you couldn't be more annoyed by his boyish charm. This fic is a slow burn sorta enemies to friends typa thing. Reader has the force.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: None

( authors note: I wrote this ages ago and I can assure you my writing gets better 😭)

“What?” I said, anger growing on my face.

“It’s fine,” Rey said, holding my arm, slightly dragging me away from Plutt, the bloated junkboss who very much enjoyed seeing us starve. “He’s right, our scavenge today wasn’t that good''

It was clear that Rey was trying to diffuse the tension. Impatient customers waited in line complaining, getting very antsy.

I took a deep breath, trying to clear the anger from my face. “Fine” I said through gritted teeth. I snatched the portions from the counter as Plutt let out a laugh.

“You don’t have to do that everytime” I whisper-shouted to Rey as we walked back to our speeders.

“Do you want to starve?” Rey picked sand out from her nails. “Because the rate you were going we would have never seen food again”

I rolled my eyes, but I knew it was true.

As we hopped on our speeders Rey shot me a grin, and I smiled glumly at her.

“I wish we could live somewhere else,” I said as I secured my bag to the side of my speeder, “maybe a planet with grass”

“Grass?” Rey asked. “The.. uhm, green stuff.. right?”

“I’ll show you one day” I nodded. “I think you would really like the ocean as well”

Rey looked uneasy “I-”

I offered her a sad smile “I know”

I didn't get why she was so determined to wait on Jakku for her father, even though there were no chances of him coming back, Rey still held on to that tiny hope. I respected that.

We shot through the sand dunes, wind rustling in our hair. We finally made it to our home.

We parked the speeders to the side and crawled through the AT-AT. I dumped my bag to the side and poured two small glasses of water as Rey carefully dropped water into the portion tray. We ate our bread in silence looking out at the horizon.

As I bid Rey goodnight and slinked off to bed, my head was consumed by foggy thoughts. I knew what they were, and I cringed at them, trying desperately to go to sleep to escape them. But to my luck my thoughts entered my dreams.

“Mother?” I rasp out. My voice is muffled, lost in an echo. My movements feel foggy and heavy.

I watch my mother smile at me. I can feel the shocked expression on my face.

“Come on you can do it” I heard my mothers voice say “feel the force”

Suddenly, I’m pulled to the side, and from where I was I see a younger me sitting cross legged on the carpet with my hands at my side. I’m in my childhood home.

“The force is every living thing connected… feel it”

My mother walks circles around my younger body. She wears a jedi robe and a lightsaber hangs at her waist.

“Feel it”

I see my younger self take a deep breath. I had almost forgotten about this, I thought.

Suddenly the door swings open and my younger self runs to greet it.

“Dad!” Younger me says as she jumps into his arms.

He tosses his helmet to the side and spins younger me around. The dream feels sped up, like my brain was skipping over things.

My mother sighs “I was in the middle of training her”

My father pokes his tongue out at her cheerfully. “Give her a break, she’s so young”

“They trained me when I was much younger,” my mother pointed out.

My father walked over and planted a kiss on her cheek. My mother couldn’t help but smile.

I felt a sense of dead wash over me. Something bad is going to happen I thought but what? I racked my memories in hope of remembering but nothing popped into my mind.

“Mother!” I yelled but my voice was muffled, like a pillow was shoved down my throat “Mother!” I tried to run to them but it felt like a wall of pressure pushing me away from her.

All of a sudden stormtroopers burst through the door, firing their blasters. My father took out his blaster and fired shots back at them as my mother used the force to shield younger me and my father from their shots. I felt a hot sharp pain go through my stomach. I looked down and I saw another blaster shot pass through my stomach.

“Get her out of here!” I heard my mother yell.

I saw my dad take a young man's arm and run towards me. I start to yell at my father but no noise comes out. I reach for his arm as he draws close but I can’t grasp anything. My father and younger me run through me like I’m a ghost.

Everything starts to haze. My thoughts are getting clearer and the world around me starts to fade. The pain in my stomach is gone. I feel something dragging me out. I feel lighter. I begin to awake, but not before I hear my mother scream in pain.

I wake up in a jolt, sweat sticking my hair to my forehead. Rey runs into my room.

“You good?” Rey asks. The sun peeks up from the horizon.

I breathe out “yeah… just a nightmare”

She gives me a warm smile “alright, let’s get going then”

She offers me a hand and we get ready to go scavenge more graveyard ships.

We abseil down the corridor of a crashed imperial ship, stopping occasionally when we spot something worth scavenging, cutting it from its imperial prison. Finally Rey suggests we go home to sort through what we’ve scavenged and sell it, I agree and we hop on our speeders and ride home.

Rey sits outside sorting through what we scavenged, sorting it into piles while I’m inside sewing the holes closed in our clothes.

I let my thoughts drag me back to my dream last night. I had almost forgotten about that. I thought. Why can’t I forget?

I let myself think about my father, something I have not let myself do in a long time.

“Dad, where's mother?” younger me peers up at my fathers tear ridden face.

“She-” He stops himself. “I don’t know sweetie”

But he did know, and I did too, my mother had died. My father is half pulling half carrying me to his cruiser. He places me in a seat and hurriedly flips switches and presses buttons in the cockpit. The ship gently takes off. Below I can faintly see our old home, flames dancing off the roof and white stormtrooper specks running back to their ships to hunt us down. Before they can take off we jump into hyperspace, leaving our home, and my mother behind.

“Dad?”

“Yes sweetie?” I can hear him try to keep his voice steady, for my sake.

He looks so much younger here I think. The lines on his forehead are not as deep, the grey hair not as prominent.

“Mothers gone… isn’t she? I can feel it.” Grief hadn't yet set in the baby features of my younger self.

My father stays quiet for a bit. “Yes, she is.”

Months later, my father and I are on Jakku, doing what we can to survive. We slowly took apart my fathers ship, selling it piece by piece to Plutt for tiny amounts of food. Weeks later the realisation sets in, we are stuck here on this godforsaken planet.

A dried up bone had more water than the entire surface of the sun cracked planet.

I’m older now, my features more sharp as the baby fat fades away. You can see faint lines of grief across my brow occasionally. Sun tanned skin freckled my face.

I see my fathers face, so much older now. His forehead with deep wrinkles that cascaded from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. His hair is almost completely grey now. Jakku had not been kind to him, although I think mothers death aged him ten years quicker than normal.

He struggles to get up. “I must work,”

I rushed to his side. “No- please, you need to rest.” I grab his arm and try to guide him back to his seat. He jerks his arm away from me.

“It’s not okay.”

“What’s not okay?” I ask, my eyebrows furrowing.

“My only daughter… taking care of me- you are too young,” he grabs my hand and pulls it up, examining it and showing me my own hand like it’s done something wrong. “For your hands to be so-” he searches for the words.

I take my hand and pull my fathers in mine. Why must he be so weak?

“It’s okay father,” We sit in silence for a moment. “I have to work…”

I look at my fathers face, a mix of sadness, shame and pity wash over his face. He lets go of my hands. “Marry rich… not like your mother and I” he pauses “she gave up to much for me”

I turn away, letting my father sit in his grief. It's been years since my mother had died, my father still sits in his grief.

I’m brought back to my task at hand after accidentally sewing Rey’s scarf to the hem of my skirt-pants.

I remember when I first met Rey, it was the same day my fathers heart gave out. I went on foot to a graveyard ship to scavenge. I didn’t have any equipment to climb through the ship so I stayed on the lower levels climbing as much as I dared before I had to jump down.

Sobs racked my body as I tried to look for anything to scavenge. It had only been two weeks since I buried my father. Grief felt like a hot knife and you were butter. Your sobs sent dull pains to your chest every time you cried. This isn’t fair. I thought.

I think back to a week ago when your mother ghost had appeared to comfort me. I was angry, asking why she didn’t show up sooner, why she abandoned the jedi order, why she wanted to train me in the force. She sat and listened with a sad smile and gracefully put up with my yelling and sobs. She cried with me and we hugged. Even though she told me she was always there for me, I had never felt more alone, my purpose for living felt vague and fuzzy, but I persisted.

“Hey!”

I look up and see a girl about my age abseil down from above. “I had my eyes on that long before you showed up”

She reaches the ground and unhooks herself from her harness, she reaches around and grabs her quarterstaff.

“I’m sorry,” I wiped tears away from my face hurriedly. I place the fuel-cell's back on the ground and step away. The tone in her voice scared me. Tears still spilled from my eyes.

Rey looks at me weirdly. “It’s just a fuel-cell… actually you can keep it if you’re gonna cry-”

To my surprise I let out a chuckle… a real one. The weird honesty in her statement shocked me. “-No,” I interrupt her “you saw it first,”

Rey thinks for a moment, reluctantly she says “we can half it”

I hear the reluctance in her voice. Something saying she doesn’t have to be a good person, and I agree with that voice, she doesn’t have to do that. But she does anyway, begrudgingly. She takes out a serrated knife and stoops down to cut the fuel-cells in half.

“Wait-” I say. I take out a laser-cutter from my bag and gently take the fuel-cell away from her. I flick on the switch and cut it in half. I hand it to her while shoving the laser-cutter and the halved fuel-cell in my bag.

“You have a laser-cutter?” Rey says, almost shocked.

“Yes,”

“Hm,” Rey says, “I’m Rey.”

I smile half heartedly and introduce myself.

Later Rey and I would see each other more often. Whether it was running into each other at the markets, or running into each other at graveyard ships. Months later Rey offered me to live at her place.

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