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clonesimpextra · 3 months ago

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A Shattered Peace: Chapter 14

Quiet Minds

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Pairing: Commander Wolffe x FemJedi!OC Word Count: 5.7K Chapter Rating: T Chapter Summary: Amara and Wolffe have a much needed discussion on Kamino. Also available on AO3 Author's Note: Yeah, it's been six months. I'm sorry, I went to LA, came back home and fell down a The Bear rabbit hole. I can't promise it won't happen again :)

“We’re still at war, Amara, and you are still a Jedi. There’s a responsibility that comes along with that.”

Master Windu’s parting words echoed in Amara’s head as she watched clones unload crates of weapons and other supplies from her ship to the Tipoca City landing bay. He hadn’t been against her coming to Kamino with Comet. In fact, he’d encouraged it, speaking to the Council on her behalf and ensuring the four-fourteen would be well taken care of in her absence. Amara had told him she needed to be with the 104th, and he’d listened.

But that didn’t mean he hadn’t also been wary of the emotions she’d only barely been able to keep at bay when she’d awoken from the dream she knew now couldn’t have been just a dream.

Hand gripping tight to hers, pulling her closer.

Ash covering them like snow.

A breath whispered across her cheek.

I wish you were here.

Amara blinked back the memories, refocusing on the clones lining up crates in front of her. She knew it wouldn’t do any good. The dream would remain, in the recesses of her mind, clouding every thought and decision she would make. Part of her wondered if Master Windu had sensed this. Could tell she’d be no good in the field with half her mind stuck in a place she couldn’t return with a man she was desperate to return to.

At that moment, the landing bay doors opened and Master Shaak Ti walked in, followed closely by a clone in full, plain armor. Amara didn’t need any symbols or paint to know it was Wolffe, though her heart ached at the missing maroon. She wouldn’t have even needed to see his maroon Force color. She could feel him in her bones and the sudden weight of him pulled a gasp right out of her.

She hadn’t been able to sense him in the Force since the Malevolence, relying on the promises of the council and a brief message from Master Plo to assure her he was alive. And then the dream … she’d felt him physically, somehow, but it wasn’t quite the same. The smudges of him in her mind, the flickers of him on her skin. Only now that they were back in full force did Amara realize how much she’d come to rely on them. How lonely she’d been without them. Without him.

She was staring at him now, could see the exact moment his visor turned toward her. Wolffe was too good a soldier, too much of a perfectionist, to react physically. But his Force color pulsed around him, the maroon vibrating between dull and bright and she could feel his relief at seeing her, too. She smiled for the first time in a week, taking a step forward only to be stopped by the brush of an armored shoulder pushing lightly past her.

Amara sighed, smile faltering, as she watched Comet quickly salute Shaak Ti before grasping his brother’s arm. Comet had spoken to her only as much as he absolutely needed to during their trip from Coruscant. Amara didn’t know if he was still mad at her for not ordering the four-fourteen to Abregado, mad at himself for not being with the 104th, or worried about his remaining squad. She thought it was safe to assume it was all of the above, and she couldn’t blame him for that because she was mad and worried, too.

She watched as Wolffe clapped Comet on the shoulder and turned him toward the door, probably taking him to see Sinker and Boost, wherever they were. But as the door slid open and Comet stepped forward, Wolffe’s helmet turned back toward her, a question emanating from him in the Force that Amara wasn’t even sure he knew she could feel. When he didn’t turn back around, stayed looking at her, Amara smiled softly and nodded. They’d talk later. They had time now, despite everything.

Wolffe gave a curt nod back and turned to follow Comet. Amara closed her eyes, relieved to find the weight of him stayed with her even after the door slid shut behind him.

“Amara,” Master Shaak Ti suddenly spoke from next to her, “it’s good to see you in person.”

Amara blinked, surprised and more than a little unsettled that she’d missed the Togruta’s approach. She turned away from the door and smiled softly at Shaak Ti. “Hello, master. It has been a while, I suppose.”

Shaak Ti tilted her head, studying Amara with patient eyes that, in Amara’s experience, had never failed to pull the truth out of a person. “How are you?”

Amara almost laughed at the question. There weren’t enough expressions in Basic to describe how she was. But Shaak Ti’s gaze was unwavering, and something about that made Amara take a moment to really consider her response.

How was she?

Angry and upset. Heartbroken and scared. Confused and lonely.

And it all circled around that moment on the bridge of the Sagacious. When her mind shattered with the draining of so many colors in the Force. There was only one word she could think of, and it didn’t come close to the truth of it.

She said it anyway, looking off to the side and away from the Togruta’s eyes.

“I’m … sad.”

Shaak Ti hummed but didn’t say anything further, only placing her hand on the crook of Amara’s elbow and gently squeezing before letting go. A small amount of comfort, but comfort nonetheless.

Amara cleared her throat and looked back at Shaak Ti. She couldn’t stand here forever, she’d come to Kamino for a reason.

“I wasn’t given much information before I left Coruscant,” which was technically true; she’d left before anyone could. “Catch me up to speed, master?”

Shaak Ti nodded, gesturing for Amara to follow her out of the landing bay. “Depending on how clean up goes in the Ryndellia system and his own recovery, Master Plo should join us in a standard week’s time. He said he trusts you to oversee matters until he arrives.”

Amara nodded, eyes flicking around the hallway, listening but also wondering if Wolffe was still near. The too-white hallways reminded her of medical centers — cold and sanitized — and she tried to imagine what it would have been like to grow up in a place seemingly devoid of warmth.

But then, she’d lived five years surrounded by warmth, and it’d never really been able to push past her skin. Maybe there was more here than she could see right now. She’d have to ask Wolffe.

When she glanced back at Shaak Ti, the Togruta was watching her, smiling softly.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen your former co-commander, too, no?”

Was she being that obvious? Amara shrugged, doing her best to maintain eye contact this time. “About two months.”

“A long time for people who to used work so closely together,” Shaak Ti stopped them in front of a door, waving her hand to open it and stepping inside.

Amara followed, fingers aching to reach up and pull at a braid that no longer lay down her shoulders. She never should have started wearing them up. “It was an adjustment. I’m just glad I can be of help with his rebuilding efforts.”

“Hmm, yes, I believe Commander Wolffe is glad you’re here as well. Please,” Shaak Ti gestured to the meditation cushions at the center of the room before Amara had a chance to react to her words, “have a seat so we can discuss.”

Amara eyed the other woman as she settled. Something in her tone had shifted when they entered her office. “I take it we’re in for a long discussion, then?”

Shaak Ti sat across from her and sighed, shoulders slumping for just a moment before leveling Amara with a calm but serious gaze. “I’m afraid so. This transition with the 104th is not going to be an easy one.”

*****

Amara had always been a fidgety child. According to Master Windu, she hadn’t sat still for the entirety of their trip from Lothal to Coruscant. In an effort to keep her from messing with the ship controls, he’d removed the crystal from his lightsaber and given her the hilt. An hour later, she’d disassembled the entire thing. She’d looked up at him, standing behind her with arms crossed and a scowl at the ready, and smiled. It would be a few more months before she was ready to speak, but her message, Master Windu told her, was clear through the Force.

I think I understand now.

Amara didn’t remember the specifics of that moment, just the feelings. Though she’d been happy to leave Lothal and was instantly fascinated with her first glimpse of space, her stomach had still twisted itself into knots with worry. All she’d known with absolute certainty was that it was OK to trust the man next to her. Everything else, from the controls on the strange ship to the blue lights blurring past the viewport, was confusing to her. She remembered that confusion slipping away into curiosity the second Master Windu placed his lightsaber hilt in her hands.

Her mind had quieted, her focus narrowed. By the end of that hour, she’d broken apart her confusion until it was lying before her in smaller pieces that were much easier to process. Over the years, she’d approached similar feelings the same way. Study, break down, understand, rebuild.

The methodical practice was why she was so good with ships — flying them and fixing them. And if doing so also gave her the space and time to sort through whatever issues she was dealing with outside of the ship? Then that was why she found herself in the belly of her Jedi-issued Theta-class shuttle in the Tipoca City hangar in the dead of night.

Her talk about the 104th with Shaak Ti had left her rattled, and she’d needed an outlet. The more the Jedi master had explained, the angrier and more afraid Amara had become. Disband the 104th? Split up Wolffe, Boost, Sinker, and Comet, after everything they’d been through? It was unimaginable and cruel and—

“Fuck.”

Amara yanked her finger back from the now-sparking exposed wire and sighed. Her mind was quieting the way it usually did when replacing a problem she didn’t know how to fix with one she did. Maybe because she’d never faced a problem quite like this one, that mattered to her so much.

Shaak Ti had said that the Kaminoan Prime Minister, Lama Su, had at least stopped pushing the disbanding efforts. He’d agreed to the rebuilding, so long as the Republic was still willing to pay and the trainers signed off on the battalion’s progress. It was the trainers who were the real problems. According to Shaak Ti, they’d been testing not only the shinies but Wolffe, Sinker, and Boost, too, seemingly determined to reveal some sort of fault. It’d been a tiring few days for everyone.

Amara had been able to sense the weariness in Shaak Ti and promised to take over, to keep watch on the training, and the trainers themselves. That was why she was here, after all.

But that wasn’t the only reason, was it?

Amara thought again of her dream, which she only called a ‘dream’ at this point because she didn’t know what else to call it. Having a dream that felt as real as this had once was maybe a coincidence, something she could and had brushed off as some deep-seated loneliness she needed to deal with. But twice? She didn’t know what to make of it, and she was scared to tell anyone, even Master Plo, for fear that they’d order her away from Wolffe for good and she… she couldn’t do that.

Or rather, she huffed as she pushed the wire aside and put a hand to her forehead, she didn’t want to. Normally, the very suggestion of that would scare her, too. Maybe even scare her enough into finally approaching at least Master Plo about it all. But something always stopped her. Something in the Force felt right when she thought not about the dreams, but about Wolffe’s place in them — his place with her in them and his place in her decision to come to Kamino. She was supposed to be here, with Wolffe and Comet, Sinker and Boost. Even if right now she wasn’t at peace with what was going on, her body and her mind felt at peace with her choice to try and help. Her choice primarily being born from Wolffe’s words in her dream, though?

If this choice hadn’t felt right… if the Force worked against it instead of encouraging it, would she have come anyway?

I wish you were here.

Amara thought of the pain she’d felt from Wolffe when he’d said that, with his forehead pressed against hers, fingers squeezing her palm against his chest. If she could have forged them together, pushed so hard against him that his skin became hers, her breath ran filled his lungs, and he could have woken up with her in his bones, she would have. The Force’s will be damned.

And that… that did scare her.

The idea that she should could possibly betray the Force, the one thing that had been with her through everything, that had brought her comfort during those long nights on Lothal after her family had left her, made her sick. But before she could spiral any further into that thought, Amara felt it fall away. Pushed aside by a familiar wave of deep maroon.

Amara pushed her forehead against the panel in front of her and sighed before he could even take a breath.

“Thought I might find you in here.”

Amara’s heart clenched at the deep timber of Wolffe’s voice. She’d played his holo message a dozen times in the last few days, but there wasn’t anything quite the same as hearing it so close and clearly. She turned around and offered him a small smile, heart clinching more when she saw him leaning against the wall. His arms were crossed, head tilted as he looked down at her. Something in his eyes felt like their dream, and Amara glanced to the side, grabbing a towel to wipe oil off her hands.

“Comet tell you the ride here from Coruscant was a bit bumpy?”

Wolffe huffed out a laugh. “He did. Among other things.”

Amara nodded, thankful for the distraction of thinking of Comet’s anger at her that hadn’t been resolved on their short trip to Kamino. He’d avoided her, settling himself in the bunk room before she even had a chance to broach the topic. “It’s been a rough few days for him, being away from all of you. Not knowing …”

If any of you were alive.

As if he could hear her thoughts, Wolffe pushed himself off the wall, walked over to Amara and reached a hand down. “Doesn’t mean he should be taking it out on you.”

Amara sighed and took his hand, noting that he’d removed his gloves, and let him pull her up. Standing in front of him now, hand still holding his, Amara finally felt her mind quiet. Just like it always did when she tinkered with ships. Just like it hadn’t earlier.

She very suddenly also felt like she couldn’t breathe.

Gently pulling her hand away, Amara sat on one of the upturned crates still lined against the wall. Wolffe stayed where he was, giving her space but watching her all the same. She looked down at the floor, taking a shaky breath and closing her eyes against his attention. Never mind that it only made her feel him all the more strongly.

Her connection to Wolffe through the Force had always been more. She couldn’t read his thoughts, couldn’t always tell exactly what he was feeling, but she had a strong sense of him. A firm grasp on his wellbeing. Even when he was hiding behind his shields, he’d had to work to not feel him, which was why it had been so jarring when he’d disappeared from her during the Malevolence attack.

Now, though, the filtering effect of his shield was gone. And, based on the calm and curious vibrations floating through the Force from him to her, he knew and didn’t care.

That was certainly different. But before she could even think about unraveling that thread, Wolffe interrupted the silence.

“Comet said you passed out. Before anyone told you about us.” Amara nodded, eyes still closed. “What happened?”

Snapshots of that moment flashed through her mind for the second time that day. Pain, screams, grey, general are you OK? Bodies frozen in place before obliterated into stardust. Amara shook her head, finally opening her eyes to force the memories away.

“I don’t think—”

“I’d like to know.”

Something in Wolffe’s voice made her finally look back up at him. It was just as intense as always but softer, somehow. It reminded her of the way he’d spoken to her on Tibrin, before everything changed. When they’d watched the sunset and Amara had been so sure she was about to kiss him. And she would have, but, as she watched him now, she was glad she didn’t. They didn’t know each other all those months ago, not really. An argument could be made that they still didn’t know each other as well as they could.

But that voice… Wolffe was trying. The least Amara could do was try, too.

She swallowed around the knot in her throat, trying to figure out where to start, how to make him understand that she meant it when she eventually told him a part of her died with all their men.

“Do you know how many we lost that day?” She watched him carefully, paying more attention to the plain white plastoid of his chest plate than the too large number he gave. She already knew the statistics; she wasn’t used to seeing him without maroon. Not in a long time.

He was waiting for her to continue, so she nodded, looked back up into his eyes. “I’d wager I knew about half the people on that ship well. Knew their names and their Force colors and their stories.”

Amara grit her teeth as she thought especially of Bash and Del, two of the boys who’d waited to tell her goodbye the night she’d left the 104th, and Caster, the 104th’s head clone medic who’d patched her up more times than she could count. She was haunted by the knowledge that if she searched her mind hard enough, she’d be able to point to which part of her pain had been specifically their deaths.

She took another deep breath and continued. Rip the bacta patch off, get it over with it.

“So when the Malevolence… attacked? I could feel all of them, even from as far away as we were. I could feel all their pain, all their fear. Just for a split second, but it was enough. And it was overwhelming. So much at once, I didn’t know who I was feeling. I didn’t know if you—” she swallowed and started again. Wolffe waited. “I tried searching for you and Master Plo in the Force, but the pain was so much I couldn’t focus enough. I thought you were both … I thought you were all dead. For hours. Comet did, too. We didn’t find out the details, or that there were survivors, until we were back on Coruscant.”

Amara remember very clearly the first few hours after they arrived. Comet had sped off to GAR headquarters before she could say anything to him. She’d wanted to follow, to be with him when they found out how bad everything was. She hadn’t wanted to be alone.

But she’d watched him leave, his transport heading in a different direction from hers. And as soon they landed at the Jedi Temple, Amara had forced herself to the Council Room. She’d spent the entire trip in hyperspace wishing they’d arrive faster, but at that moment, she’d wished she could exist just a little bit longer in the unknown. Because if Wolffe was dead, if Master Plo was gone, everything would change. And too much had changed these days, she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

But Commander Riv had walked with her, his shoulder occasionally brushing against hers, a solid presence keeping her from turning around and running. And later, in the Council Room, keeping her from screaming.

The Council had told her there was nothing more for her to do but rest. Anakin and a quickly recovered Plo were handling everything. She could take some time, prepare for when she was needed next.

Amara had nodded her thanks, sent Riv to the barracks and herself to her room. But she hadn’t rested. She’d cried herself to sleep.

“And then you decided to come here,” Wolffe interrupted her thoughts once again. It wasn’t a question, but she could sense him searching for an answer anyway. Before she could decide how to even begin explaining that, Wolffe continued. “So why’s Comet mad at you?”

Amara blinked up at him, thoughts about their dream pushed to the back of her mind for now. “He didn’t tell you?”

Wolffe shook his head, eyebrows creasing together. “Hasn’t been much for talking the past few hours, to be honest.”

Amara sighed. She wasn’t exactly surprised, but she’d hoped Comet would open up to his brothers even if he was still avoiding her. Wolffe deserved to know what happened on the Sagacious, especially if it could negatively affect Comet. She just wasn’t sure if it was her place to tell him. If Comet would view it as yet another betrayal. Then again… what was one more anyway?

Amara looked directly at Wolffe as she spoke. “When we got the call about the Malevolence, the Council ordered us to carry on back to Coruscant. Comet wanted to head straight for the Abregado system, see if we could help. He assumed I’d agree, but I said no.”

She watched and felt for Wolffe carefully, for a sign that he was mad at her choice. She wouldn’t have blamed him if he was.

But Wolffe only nodded, his Force color an unwavering shade of deep maroon. “I would have, too.”

Amara closed her eyes again at his words. She’d believed what she’d told Comet on the Sagacious, that Wolffe would have done the same as her. But they’d lost so much. He had lost so much. And she wasn’t there.

She didn’t want to feel the lightness that came with his confirmation. She didn’t deserve it, and this… none of this was supposed to be about her. He’d said he wished she was here, in their dream. She had felt his need, for someone he didn’t have to be a leader around, someone who could share his burdens, flowing through her blood like it was her own. Maybe it had been.

Amara cleared her throat and straightened up on the crate, moving to the side so there was enough room for another person, even with all his armor on. She raised an eyebrow at him and Wolffe took the cue, sitting down next to her. With him this close, Amara thought of Tibrin again. Or rather, after Tibrin. In the Resolute’s medbay when he’d comforted her, the same way he was trying to now. All she wanted — all she’d ever wanted since that moment — was to do the same for him. And the only place she could think of where to start was their dream.

“I know none of this has been easy for you, either. Even more so than for me. You were there. And I…” She didn’t know how to continue, how to bring it up. It felt like an invasion of privacy, even if it hadn’t been intentional. Amara swallowed, looked Wolffe in the eyes, and continued anyway.

“We should talk about the dreams.”

Wolffe didn’t so much as blink, which was confirmation enough. The dreams were more than just dreams. Finally, he nodded, as if he’d been waiting to bring them up, too.

“So, they’re not really dreams then? They’re real?”

Amara hesitated, weighing how to answer his question when she didn’t really even know herself. “From a certain point of view, I suppose,” she shrugged, looking around the ship as if it could give her anything clearer. “What happens in there can’t hurt us, I don’t think. It feels more like a shared mental space. Everything we say, everything we do… it’s not just our subconsciouses. It’s us. At least, I think that’s what it is.”

She glanced back at Wolffe as he nodded again, eyebrows creased in thought. “Do you know how it happened?”

Again, Amara hesitated. The truth was, she had an idea. She’d spent most of the trip from Coruscant thinking of any explanation for the dreams and she’d finally landed on a distinct possibility. She just didn’t know how to tell him, didn’t want him to be upset with her for not admitting to it earlier. But every mess they’d found themselves in before, Tibrin the biggest of them all, had resulted from a lack of honesty. She wouldn’t go back to that, wouldn’t risk this — whatever it was — again.

“Back on Tibrin, after the explosion,” she paused, cleared her throat. “After the explosion, you were unconscious when I found you. You— you wouldn’t wake up. I tried everything. Yelling at you, slapping you, shaking you. You wouldn’t wake up and I needed you to wake up because I was so tired, Wolffe, and I wasn’t sure I could carry you all the way to the ship. So I did the only other thing I could think of. And I need you to know that I wouldn’t have done this if I’d had any other options.”

Wolffe tilted his head at her. “You saved my life. I don’t think I’ll really care how you did it.”

Amara didn’t know why, but his words frustrated her. He should care. They were most likely in this mess because of her. Maybe she’d saved his life, but she’d only had to because of her own stupid mistakes.

She shook her head, frustration pouring into her words. “Even if it involved me digging inside your head? Because that’s what happened.”

Wolffe’s eyes widened a fraction and he finally looked away. She could see a his neck straining as spoke. “Jedi mind trick?”

“Not exactly,” Amara sighed. There was no use in hiding anything now. “But similar enough. I used the Force to enter your subconscious and encourage you to wake up.”

She watched Wolffe carefully as her words sank in. She could see his jaw clench, and the movement made her heart hurt.

“Did you do anything else in there?”

“No,” her response was immediate because it was the truth. She would never. “I… sensed some things, but I swear. Wolffe, I promise, I didn’t touch them, didn’t mess with them, didn’t even look at them. I just needed you to wake up.”

Wolffe looked back at her, his eyes wary in a way she hadn’t seen since they’d first met. Amara had to bite down on her lip to keep from crying.

“Have you ever done that before?” He cleared his throat, eyes still not leaving hers. “Or since?”

Amara didn’t look away. “No. It’s a tricky thing to do, and I’d never done it with anyone else. Master Plo always said it was only to be used in emergencies and that… that was an emergency. To me. I— I would never do that without your permission.”

“Unless it was an emergency.”

Amara nodded, biting her lip harder until she tasted blood. “I should have told you as soon as you woke up, but everything was a mess and I… I didn’t think it would affect anything. I’m sorry.”

Wolffe stared at her for a moment longer before he rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall, shoulder plates nudging her. “Like I said. You saved my life.”

“That doesn’t mean you can’t be upset about how I did it. It’s still an invasion.”

Wolffe turned his head to look at her again and Amara didn’t know why he was letting her off so easily. But the wariness she’d seen in his eyes just a moment earlier was gone. Replaced with something closer to content, tinged, maybe, with a bit of exasperation.

“So that caused,” he motioned between their heads, “this?”

“It’s the only thing I can think of. I’m not even really sure what this would be called, but I’m pretty sure it’s something like a… Force bond.”

“Explain to the non-Jedi in the room?”

It was Amara’s turn to roll her eyes, relieved to see the corner of Wolffe’s mouth twitch. This was more solid ground they were walking now.

“It’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like,” she shrugged. “A powerful connection through the Force between two people.”

“Oh,” Wolffe nodded, sarcasm still dripping from his words, “is that all?”

“It’s hard to explain,” Amara stood up from the crate, fingers twitching with the ache to be working on something she did understand. “We don’t really know why it happens, just that if you forge a connections strongly enough with someone, there’s a chance it could.”

Wolffe leaned forward, elbows on his thighs as he watched her. “How can I have this… Force bond… with you if I’m not a Jedi?”

Amara sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that rotation and sat back down. “I don’t know. Usually they only occur between two Force-sensitives. But, like I’ve told you before, all living beings are connected to the Force. Even if that connection isn’t always as strong as with others, you don’t have to be a Jedi or Force-sensitive to feel its affects. Still,” she glanced down at him, “I meant it when I said I’m not entirely sure what this is.”

Wolffe pushed himself back up, meeting her eyes again. “So what do we do?”

“I honestly don’t know. But I can feel it, the bond whatever it is, growing stronger.” She tilted her head, letting herself feel him in the Force. She didn’t even have to try anymore, he was just there. And he was almost overwhelming. She’d thought before that he didn’t have his shields up, but maybe…

“Do you have shields up right now?”

Wolffe nodded, eyes narrowed. “Why?”

“I can still feel you,” she laughed, confused, “intensely. That has to be the bond. I don’t… I don’t know how safe this is, actually.”

Wolffe scoffed. “I thought the Force was always right?”

“When you follow its lead, yes. But this… I can’t tell if I ‘m following or if I manipulated it.”

Could that be what was happening? Had she corrupted the Force when she’d pushed her way into Wolffe’s head? The very thought made her feel nauseous.

“You haven’t asked anyone?” Wolffe looked slightly bewildered when Amara shook her head.

“At first, I didn’t know how to, but then it felt, I don’t know, wrong? Asking anyone about a potentially dangerous thing that doesn’t only involve me, I mean.” She nudged Wolffe’s thigh with her own, kept it close instead of pulling away. “Whatever people decide from what I say could affect you, too. I’ve already pulled you into this. I won’t force you down another path you don’t want to follow. Say the word, though, and I promise I’ll find a way to stop this.”

They watched each other, neither moving as Wolffe mulled over her offer. Amara desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, knew it would be easy to slip into the Force and feel it for herself. She pushed away the notion before it could even become a real possibility. She wanted him to trust her more than that. When he finally spoke, his eyes were trained on the space where their thighs touched. Amara briefly wondered if he could feel her through the plastoid.

“The dreams,” he cleared his throat, voice rough around the edges but clear, “they’re better when you’re there. I don’t know that I want to give that up.”

Amara felt an immediate rush of relief, covering it with a quick nod. “Then we figure out how to manage it. We keep an eye on it,” she nudged him again and his looked up. “We communicate. If it gets too much or too intense or too… weird. I’ll seek out help.”

Wolffe nodded as she spoke and a warmth bloomed in Amara’s chest. She couldn’t explain it, but despite how much she didn’t know, despite how uncertain this whole thing was, this decision between the two of them felt right. All the way down to her bones.

And suddenly, everything about this connection felt purely like the Force’s will. Not like manipulation. The way it flowed from her into him and back again. The way his Force color pulsed a brighter shade. It was right. It was good. It had to be.

Without speaking, they left the ship together, and as they walked out of the hangar and reached the point in the too-white hallway, that doesn’t feel as intimidating to Amara as it did earlier that day, where they have to part ways, Wolffe turned to her.

“We have training tomorrow, and I know you’ll be there. But,” he looked back toward the hangar, corner of his mouth twitching once more, “I think that ship of yours could use some more maintenance.”

Amara smiled, the first real smile since before the Malevolence, and hummed. “I think you’re right. I’ll probably come back tomorrow night. See what else I can get done before bed.”

Wolffe nodded, looking back at her, face almost as soft as in the holo recording she still had in her pouch. “Sounds like a plan,” he glanced around them at the empty hallway, stepped closer to her, “Amara.”

He turned quickly and walked away, toward his room. And as Amara did the same, heart pounding the way it always did when he said her name instead of her title, she reached for him in the Force.

She wondered if he even realized when he reached for her back.

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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This is the Masterlist for characters I've only written a little for (this list is the most likely to change)

The Heart Of A Jedi - Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader (request)

Late Nights - Droidbait x Reader Jealousy - Hevy x Reader Sinker x Reader Something New - Clone Trooper Comet x F!Reader (Smut) Once Isn't Enough - Clone Trooper Waxer x Reader (request) Sharing is Caring - Clone Trooper Longshot x GN!Reader Do It For Me - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader You Deserve Better - ARF Trooper Hound x F!Reader (Request) We Belong Together - Clone Trooper Rys x GN!Reader (request) As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You - Captain Gregor x F!Reader (request)(Smut) I'm Still Here - Captain Gregor x F!Reader (request) Always and Forever - Captain Gregor x F!Reader (Request) What I Know Now - Captain Gregor x F!Reader Blanket Of White - Clone Trooper Hexx x GN!Reader (Request) Safe and Sound - Clone Trooper Veetch x F!Reader (request) A Mother's Love - Jedi Master Shaak Ti & GN Padawan!Reader (request) His Distraction - CMO Grain (Clone OC) x Reader (request) Date Night with Xyn - Xyn (Clone OC) X Reader (Request)

#Vod'ika's masterlist part 3

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zeenmrala · 2 years ago

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JEDI MASTER SHAAK TI x JEDI KNIGHT AVONA TELLER (OC)

“We will always be together, Avona. In girlhood, in Knighthood, through the trials of the galaxy and the wars we fight for it. We shall be together in life and in death. When we return to the Force, I will find you.”

i've been working on my wlw star wars fic with my umbaran jedi OC avona teller and shaak ti 🤍 it doesn't have a name yet, i haven't quite gotten that far. but it's very special and quite personal. it's been really cathartic for my soul to finally write a queer love story, and to explore the experiences of young women in educational and religious spaces navigating same sex attraction. how painful it can be in figuring out who you are in an institute like the jedi temple, and how both healing and devastating wlw love can be. mix in some jedi goodness and it's hopefully going to be something i will be very proud of. 🤍🧡

tagging some people who may be interested in my mood board or this story: @kimageddon @stardustbee @itsagrimm @sinisterexaggerator @frogunderarock @seriowan @elledjarin @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @lune-de-miel-au-paradis @eyecandyeoz

#shaak ti #avona teller #pov we fall in love in the jedi temple #space wives #star wars oc #shaak ti x oc #moodbood #my graphics #star wars #star wars moodboard #queer star wars #eloquentmoon

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mace-windu-appreciationweek · 2 years ago

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#mace windu #star wars #attack of the clones #revenge of the sith #the clone wars #the phantom menace #jedi #sw #tcw

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momojedi · 1 year ago

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— EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW ABOUT MY STAR WARS FANCOMIC "WATER GUNS"

I would've liked to see some more about the padawans, their life and the critical morality behind their affiliation in the war. So I decided to take matters into my own hands and make a comic about it !

all main characters (with the canon cast being an exception) are based on actual people. That means there likely will not be any romance between the characters, whether were talking OC x canon or OC x OC, simply because I don't feel comfortable romanticising these characters as they were originally created to supersede my friends' real appearance in the Star Wars universe

the stories will be told in arcs. I like the concept of clone wars where missions and tales are told through arcs so it'll be easier to read the comic, even if you haven't read from the complete beginning. that way, if there's a character you're not very interested in, you can simply skip it! the arcs' chapters/pages will come out episodic

this is my first comic in ages. I'm really rusty in drawing those, so the quality may lack a little in the beginning/the production might take me up some time!

I try to stick with the canon as much as I can. I like imagining my characters in the Star Wars story as it is and will treat them like actual canon characters in the comic, so aside from some headcanons/details sprinkled throughout the writing, everything will stay the same.

the story is fully set during the Clone Wars. The Galactic Republic is my favourite era in Star Wars - swiftly followed by the Empire - so the story will fully revolve around that time. I might add some story during the Empire later on but that's going to be it for now.

you'll get some clone shenanigans, these men deserve to be more in the spotlight considering these are the Clone Wars.

I might make a side blog specifically for this comic if you guys enjoy it !

I don't own Star Wars yada yada you know the deal.

I can't give you any details on when the first arc is going to come out as I'm still figuring the characters and plot out (currently sketching the first pages) - though I will post the characters in the mean time, to keep you updated! I'm trying to get the first arc out by December.

So far, these are my comic’s original characters who are padawans of / affiliated with canon characters :

JEDI

Kimea Orneem -> Padawan of Obi-Wan Kenobi

Mo Mynx -> Padawan of Shaak Ti

Nurifi Egaseer -> Padawan of Plo Koon

Cime Dafollah -> (former) Padawan of Tiplar (judgementally looking at Tup); supports Yoda with the Younglings

REPUBLIC

Senator Matide Zoni -> friendly with Senator Riyo Chuchi

CLONES

Proxx | CT-4922 -> 212th Medic

Burner | CT-6682 -> 452nd Commander

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writing-reaper · 2 years ago

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Bound Through The Force

The Bad Batch x f!OC Mara

Description: Finally put in a corner, Mara has no choice but to tell them everything. Ready for them to despise her, their response turns out surprising.

Note: Mara explains her past, so it’s a shit ton of dialogue. Feel free to just skim through, I’ll have something else at the end.

Warnings: trauma dumping, mentioned death, mentions of abuse, cult, breeding, mistrust and then forgiveness and fluff

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four |

Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven (here)

“What do you think it means to live?” Mara asks, looking toward the Jedi sitting cross legged across from her. She hums, keeping her eyes closed.

“I think it means to enjoy the things around you, to find the light in things.” Shaak Ti answers. “Why do you ask?”

“I heard once that if you’ve taken a life, that you could never live one.” Mara answers. “I’m simply curious, if I’ll ever be able to live. Do I even deserve to?”

“I do not believe you’ll accept any answer I may have for you. Though I ask you consider this.” The Jedi begins, finally opening her eyes to look at Mara. “That girl that follows you around—”

“Omega.”

“Yes, Omega. You care for her, don’t you?”

“Of course I do.”

“Then care for her. Enjoy the every moment she’s in your life. When it rains, look out the window and smile. When it doesn’t, still smile. For living means appreciating every moment of time and every person you meet.”

Mara sighs and looks out the window. For the first time since she’s been there, she smiles. And when it finally falls from her face, she opens the door to her room and smiles once more.

“Omega.”

Mara raises her brow at the man holding the ice pack to her head. Her hand grazes over his as she grasps the ice pack, slightly adjusting to move away from his reach.

“Everything…” she hums, laying on her side to face him better. “Everything is… a lot.”

“I know.” He answers. “But nothing about you is making any sense. We need answers.”

“Fine.” She sighs, a tear leaving her eye as she visually slouches. Her heart felt like it was being crushed by the weight of it. “There’s no use in hiding things any longer. The truth will inevitably reveal itself. Perhaps it is best to hear it from me.”

“That’s all we want.” He states, trying to remain unfazed by the tears in her eyes.

“My mother was born of a cult. I only recently learned of her existence, as I had always been told she abandoned me. However, like many children of the Hye Society, I had been abducted to become one of their weapons, a mindless toy, made to destroy their enemies.” Mara begins, eyes glued to her feet as painful memories ache in her head. “Priya had been an older child of this abduction. If it wasn’t for her, I think I truly would be the mindless doll they expected me to be.”

“The friend you named your Tooka after?” Mara nods.

“Priya told me about her parents and how she was raised before they died. Maybe it was the idea of some day having a normal life is what kept me the slightest bit sane. She showed me compassion and warmth before I could completely despise it.” Mara wipes her eye at the falling of a tear. “When the final trial began, we learned that our relationship wasn’t as secret as we hoped because we were put against each other. We had made a prior agreement that if it would happen, we’d come to a draw then strike the same, leave the first drop of blood to chance. I didn’t realize just how prepared Priya was to die.”

“Did you kill Priya?” Her heart throbbed when he said her name, so much so she wanted to scream.

“I might as well have. She was dead either way. The elder killed her when I hesitated. For that, I was punished. Everyday I’d train, and every night for a month after I’d be whipped till I bled. If you need proof you can still see the scars.” Mara shifts up right, turning from him and raising her shirt.

“Kriff!” A startled shout left him at the sight. She releases her top and lays back down, finding it harder to meet his gaze. Perhaps because of that pitying look on his face.

“I’d train, then they’d tell me who. Who was in their way, who I had to kill. And I’d do it. I didn’t think there was a way out. Every opportunity I had, it felt like I was being tugged back to them on a chain. I thought if I did what I was told that the pain would go away, that the guilt would whither with their praise, but no matter what I did, I was doing something wrong. Then they told me to burn down a town. I don’t remember where, I just remember the warmth.”

Hunter remained silent as he watched her with uncertain eyes, her head tilting to the side as she stares toward the window.

“It didn’t come from the flames, but this little boy. He ran to me, hugged my leg and he begged. He begged me not to hurt his family. And then I realized that my suffering would never end, so why should others suffer? The town will burn, but I could save the people who lived there.

“I didn’t save many with half the town already turned to rubble, but I managed to save some from the destruction I had already caused. When I returned, I earned my name: Mara the Wyvern. A dragon for the fire, but a wyvern to convince their mindless followers I served them by choice because all I had were my wings and my two feet. Wings to fly away if I needed, if I ever had wings they were clipped before I knew what they were used for.”

“Did you manage to save anyone else?” Hunter questions, thinking of the relief in her voice when she said she realized that she didn’t have to kill anyone.

“At any opportunity.” She states firmly, red tracks running down her face as he realized just how much she’d been crying despite her steady voice. “There was a short period of time where I didn’t kill anyone. Three months. And then the breeding program began and the only person I wanted to kill was myself.”

“A breeding program? You don’t mean…?”

“I don’t remember much from that time period. Only one of my partners sticks out in my memory because he was beaten half to death when he asked me if I was ok. The only other thing I remember was being ill. Between what was expected of me and constant panic attacks, I had to be chained to a medical bed, once I was put on life support because I tried to scratch myself open.

“When they finally gave up on me, they looked for other options. Luckily, they found them and I was no longer required to participate, no matter how many of my traits they wanted their future slaves to carry.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve been suffering long before you were even created.” Mara shifts to face him, happy he didn’t flinch when she placed her hand on his cheek, as Omega had done to comfort her before. “I am grateful to have met you when I am actively trying to be my best self. I may be broken, inside and out, but at least I get to choose what to do from here on. And I’d be forever more grateful if you let me continue to figure things out with you all than without.”

“I know you’re a good person, Mara.” He states firmly, sending a shiver through Mara’s heart. “Do you feel comfortable continuing?”

“I must admit, there’s not much else. I saved more and more people, mostly children, but eventually I was caught. When I was caught, I was ready to accept my fate. I finally got to take pleasure in my acts of rebellion, spit in the face of the ones who wronged me and then simply waited for that blade to chop off my head in a single fatal swoop.” Mara begins once more. “And then… I didn’t want to die anymore. My tormentor revealed a truth I didn’t realize would gift me so much courage. They told the crowd I would be given my mother’s name of exile. Mara Deoradhán. I was told my mother had abandoned me, not that she had been exiled. Suddenly, I had a reason to live. I didn’t know how I stopped the blade till I met Shaak Ti. But as soon as I had escaped the execution stand, I found a supply ship and wound up here on Ord Mantell in this very Parlor.”

“What happened when you came to Cid’s?”

“I told her who I was, and that I’d do anything she needed me to so I could break the shell that had been created.” Mara answers. “She complained that I was too skinny and that I wasn’t very social. When I opened up to her, I told her about my self loathing and gave me some half assed excuse of why I should love myself and I’ve been clinging onto it ever since. And then, just as my body was going out of survival mode, Shaak Ti arrived.

“She recognized me and still talked to me like I was a person, not a dangerous killer. It was scary, like she looked straight through me. I still don’t understand why she scared me so much. Even so, I followed her blindly when she told me she could give me answers about myself, answers to questions I never bothered to ask. She took me to Kamino and helped me get to a healthy weight and taught me how to relax. She called it finding peace, but I despise myself too much to achieve that. And then I met Omega.”

“I’d say I know where things go from here, but you haven’t exactly explained that either.” Hunter comments, earning a small smile from Mara.

“I appreciate you turning the comm on, because I would not have been able to do this with all of you in here.” Mara answers, watching his face shift to one of surprise. “Omega wasn’t allowed to be around me. A rule I tried to follow because I didn’t want to be sent back to Ord Mantel as I got super sick in the healing process. However, she was incredibly persistent.”

“She is extraordinarily persistent.” He agrees with a chuckle.

“Hey—!” A quick shush follows and Mara smiles at the comm device.

“Eventually, I let her start following me around and talking to me. While, Shaak Ti was certainly helpful, her company was rarely… enjoyable.” Mara hesitates at the last weird, grimacing at how awkward it felt.

“I understand.” He reassures.

“I have a difficult time socializing, but she spoke enough for the both of us. Of course, I eventually found it in myself to respond and we bonded quickly afterwards. But after that… I left. I didn’t know where exactly I would end up, but I eventually wound up with Elliot. I had went to an underground market I’d traveled to many times to find a ride to the outer rim. He was crude, but he was easy. Act oblivious, don’t show you’re offended, and he gave chase. He was only supposed to take me to where he was delivering his next shipment. Unfortunately, his experience didn’t match his intelligence and I had to get us out of a dangerous situation.

“Apparently the misunderstood bad girl gone good only made him more interested in me. He’d insist upon random stops, faked problems with his ship and his efforts became more and more desperate the closer we got to my location. Then he faked a crash and we were ‘stuck’ on a moon for a few days. I let my guard down under the impression no one was ever going to come. So I told him about the only good thing in my life, the only person I had who was waiting for me. I don’t know why, but I told him more about myself until he assumed I was at my lowest and made his move. My assumption is after he got what he wanted the ship was going to miraculously start working again and he’d finally decide to move on with his life. Instead, I rejected him and the next morning he came up with the idea a necessary part of the ship had broken off in the crash. When I went out to get it, he flew away. Got lucky that a supply ship made a pit stop and eventually made my way back here.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here and not stuck on that moon.”

“Thanks for hearing me out.” She replies, brushing her hair back and to the side. “I don’t want our relationship to change after what you’ve learned about me and I really don’t want your pitiful stares. I don’t expect you to be any different toward me, nicer or otherwise. I just want to be in Omega’s life, as long as I can, because I have nobody else to live for.”

“Don’t say that!” Omega’s voice comes through the comm once more and Mara winces.

“I forgot she was also listening.” Mara whispers, not wanting the comm to pick it up.

“She is right.” Mara shakes her head and brushes out her hair with her fingers. “You have your life to take back.”

“Every experience that is supposed to be enjoyable has been taken away from me. There’s nothing left for me to take.”

“You’ll find something, we’ll help you.”

“Thanks.”

“Hunter? Can you give Mara a hug for me?” Omega asks through the comm. Mara felt her heart skip a beat and her face turn red at the child’s suggestion.

“Omega, you can come up here—” she was cut off at Hunter’s sudden embrace.

Suddenly, she felt weak. Weaker than before as she leaned into his welcoming embrace, returning his hold. The hot tears filled her eyes once more and she turns off the comm right before a sob leaves her lips.

Mara let go to move away, but his embrace just seemed to tighten, keeping her in place as another sob left her lips and her head rests on his shoulder. When he did let go, she apologized for almost breaking down on him. If he wasn’t already so flustered he probably would’ve pulled her back in.

“You should get some rest.” Hunter says, his own cheeks flushed as he rubs the back of his head.

“C-can… can you stay with me…? Just a little longer?”

“Sure.”

Hunter left when Mara finally fell asleep. He found his brothers how he’d left them, still sitting at the large booth with Omega. Tech was examining the bottles from the bag Mara had requested, and Omega was listening to him as he rambled on about the different liquids, their origins and their uses.

“How’s she doing?” Echo asks, sounding concerned.

“She’s asleep.” Hunter answers, not quite sure of her actual emotional state as she fell quiet and held the purple Tooka. When he had met her gaze, she’d smile and her face would flush, and he could only assume the poison would result in a fever. “Omega, you knew that Mara was an assassin?”

“Nala Se told me before I met her because she didn’t want me around her.” Omega answers. “She said that she was dangerous, but after watching her for a while in the training room with the cadets I couldn’t see her as dangerous.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well… she never really worked with the cadets, she’d always just watch Shaak Ti train them. Then there was this one cadet, who wasn’t doing well. He fell and just didn’t get up. Some of the others seemed to laugh at him, but she laid down beside him.” Omega explains, thinking back to the day she saw Mara’s true colors with a small smile. “I don’t know what she said to him, according to Nala Se it was the first time she’d spoken since she’d arrived, but he was encouraged again and she helped him throughout the rest of the training.”

“Do you know why?” Echo asks, sounding rather swayed by the story.

“I never asked, she didn’t talk to me for a month.” She answers with a shrug. “And when she finally did, it was because I asked about one of her scars.”

“She’s still weird.” Crosshair scoffs, earning a laugh from Wrecker.

“I like her!” Wrecker declares before elbowing him. “You can’t deny she’s been fun to hang out with!”

“I’m sure you can forgive her behavior. From the sound of things she’s never been allowed to conduct herself in a proper manner.” Tech comments. “Furthermore, individuals who have been victims of abuse so early in their youth tend to have childlike tendencies and underdeveloped brains. And while Mara certainly acts an adult, she still portrays a childish behavior, especially around those she trusts, such as Omega and Cid.”

“Shouldn’t you add Crosshair to that list?” Omega inquires, earning a look from all five of them.

“What do you mean?” Tech questions, adjusting his goggles.

“She did that drinking game with him, Mara usually refuses alcohol from people. Even the medical volunteers on Kamino could never get her to join them.” Omega explains.

“Does that really make a difference? She just told Hunter something she clearly didn’t want to.” Crosshair scoffs.

“I guess it could’ve also been because of Tech. She seems to hang around the two of you more until Hunter talks to her.” Omega reevaluates aloud.

“I’ve noticed that as well.” Echo comments. “Whenever Tech’s fixing something, she’s always nearby watching and when you start making some sort of comment she’ll smile and participate in the conversation.”

“Didn’t think you’d be paying that much attention to her, Echo.” Crosshair quips with a smirk.

“Sh-she just doesn’t make any sense to me.” Echo stammered, his face flushing in embarrassment. Maybe he had been paying a little too much attention to her, especially when trying to trust her.

“Maybe Mara likes them more because they treat her like a normal person.” Omega suggests, quickly earning a look from Hunter and Echo. “Then again, that doesn’t explain why she doesn’t spend much time around Wrecker.”

“It’s probably because I grabbed her that one time.” Wrecker admits with a frown, scratching the back of his head. “She looked pretty freaked out.”

“I’m sure she’s already over that.” Cid scoffs, approaching the group. “How long were you going to wait to tell me Mara left?”

“The bars empty, besides those two. Didn’t think it’d be a big deal.” Hunter answers. “Mara got poisoned so she’s resting upstairs.”

“Uh huh, not a big deal, I’m running a business here. Someone’s always got to keep an eye out. Mara’s a grown adult, she can handle herself.” Cid scoffs, annoyed knowing they probably didn’t even realize when a new customer had come in.

“Sorry!” Omega apologizes for the group, seeing as it would’ve only taken them a second to grab Cid.

“Anyway, I got another mission for you boys, but we’ll discuss the details tomorrow. I want Mara to join you.”

“But she’s been poisoned—”

“That’s like saying Tiny here scraped her knee. Why do you care? Considering what Mara told me about that client, he wouldn’t want to kill her.”

“Why’s that?” Hunter questions.

“Because whoever hired him wanted to make sure she was alive. Mara may have “told him everything” but every assassin knows not to disclose their sanctuary.” Cid explains. “That means one of these customers gave out her location.”

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ehrmantrautpup · 1 year ago

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art vs artist 2023 !!! I drew a lot of men kissing this year. Here’s to many more to come!

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a-single-tulip · 1 year ago

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😏

For the oc ship game...

Dr. Cais Varru x Shaak Ti

AND

Dr. Waylon Vrand x Din Djarin

OC X Canon Shipping Headcanon Ask Game

Ohohohohoho, those are some good ones

Fair warning, I definitely did more than just five little headcanons because I had way too much fun with this and got suuuuuper carried away lmao

Dr. Cais Varru

Alright, for context for those who don't know Cais because I rarely talk about my OCs and oughtta make a post for them, he's my Zabrak therapist OC who practices on Coruscant, with a lot of his clients actually being clone troopers once the war started.

So, he and Shaak Ti likely would've met due to Shaak Ti hearing about him from clone troopers who still kept in touch with her, and it would've piqued her interest to hear about someone who seems to care a lot about the clones just as she does. Someone who is actually helping them work through their inner struggles. So the next time she finds herself on Coruscant, she decides to meet him herself. Upon meeting him, what actually surprises her is the feeling he gives off, one of complete cool, but also warmth at the same time. Like the way a breeze feels in the spring as the sun hits your skin.

It's after that first meeting that neither of them can seem to get the other off their mind. That leads to them finding excuses to speak to one another, and nobody really bats an eye at it. After all, a lot of Cais' clients are clones, and Shaak Ti works closely with clones, so of course she would want to be involved in something like their mental health. The clones know better though, they can clearly see it, the way the two of them stare at each other.

The way Shaak Ti will softly laugh at something Cais said, touching him on the arm, and the way he just smiles at her with a shimmer in his eye. They know that they have to do something to set them up. A few of them, along with the help of some of Cais' friends, manage to set them up on a dinner date. They are both quite surprised, and a little embarrassed, to see that they've been tricked. No wanting to waste such a nice thing that was done for them though, they end up spending the evening together and having a nice time.

Once they do actually settle into a relationship thought, thanks to the clones in their life, it's something that at first not many are even aware of. They both have their jobs first and foremost, and know exactly how to remain professional when in such a setting, along with how to remain focused on their responsibilities.

These two like-minded individuals though have a pretty nice balance when it comes down to their work lives and personal lives. Shaak Ti ends up spending plenty of limited her free time going to visit Cais at his apartment, and whenever they're away she ends up comming him when she can as well. Spending time with him at his apartment typically leads to some cuddling on the couch while watching a movie.

There are parts of Cais that Shaak Ti does learn about, something he tells her at the very start of their relationship because he wants to clarify if she doesn't mind those parts of him.

For one, while it isn't a deal breaker for him if she isn't into it, when it comes to being intimate with another person...he's not the most vanilla. He isn't ashamed of his interests in BDSM, but he wants to be honest with her regarding that sort of thing, and while she's never tried that sort of thing before...she finds herself willing to at least try it with him.

Something to note...Cais is about 6 ft 4, and a particular muscular guy, and it's once they get into this sort of bedroom play that Shaak Ti finds herself truly enamored by his domineering stature. She never thought she would be the type to be into the use of ropes or toys, and yet...Cais makes it quite exhilarating, experiencing something new.

And it wouldn't complete without some improper use of the force, so ofc she would end up using it to help him in getting off, a new experience for him that he finds to be nothing like he's ever experienced before with previous partners.

Something Shaak Ti likes most of all during this is how mindful Cais is of how she's feeling. Despite how dirty the whole ordeal is, with teeth sinking into her skin, nails raking along her thighs, and ropes keeping her from moving...he still looks up at her, flashing that sweet smile of his before asking if she's comfortable, if she needs anything, if she's enjoying herself.

She is definitely enjoying herself, and isn't afraid to let that be known with a few bites of her own.

Dirtiness aside, one of Cais' favorite things to do would be gently placing kisses up and along one of her lekku.

That perfect blend of being sweet and absolutely filthy.

Dr. Waylon Vrand

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Dr. Waylon Vrand is my medic OC who in his primary AU, actually works for the GAR. For the sake of him being paired with Din though, he'll be a doctor who still practices on his home planet of Dosuun! You heard right loves, we got ourselves a space cowboy here

I'd imagine that Din and Waylon likely would've first met on Dosuun, maybe with Din not only having to pick-up supplies, but also get an injury looked at after a job. That's when he first steps into the Vrand family practice where Waylon, his older brother, and his father all act as doctors for the village.

Din and Waylon both have pretty serious personalities on the surface with a sense of dry/sarcastic humor on the side, so it's funny to imagine them meeting and getting along fairly well once they get into talking while Waylon patches him up. Din is surprised to find himself able to actually speak with the young doctor in a way that doesn't feel forced, and Grogu doesn't seem to mind him either, especially since he ended up getting a lollipop from Waylon.

What they think is going to be a one-time meeting ends up with them, surprisingly enough, meeting each other once again off of Dosuun. Waylon reveals to Din that he's just been traveling, having always wanted to explore the galaxy and offer his services wherever they might be needed.

Grogu immediately tries to have a look in Waylon's bag as him and Din are talking, hoping to find any more lollipops, which earns an apology from the Mandalorian.

Waylon only offers that half-smile of his, telling him there's no harm to it before fishing around in his bag and handing a lollipop to the kid, earning a pleased babble in return.

Din doesn't know why he says it...maybe it's because of how nice he is with the kid, maybe it's because of how oddly comfortable he feels around him, but he asks if maybe he would want to possibly travel with them for a little bit.

The question surprises both Waylon and Grogu, who practically looks up at his dad in the most incredulous way.

He's pleased when Waylon agrees.

Din isn't exactly used to regularly traveling with someone other than the kid, so it takes so getting used to having someone else with him who can actually talk. Soon enough, he learns that he missed being able to have banter with someone who could actually keep up with sarcastic remarks of his own.

Waylon on the other hand finds himself intrigued by the pair, especially Din. Maybe it's a little bit to do with never seeing his face that's got some allure to it, but mostly he finds himself wanting to be around him when he can, whether it be sitting beside him when they're going over their supplies or finding himself standing just a little too close to him when they're out someone.

He doesn't know when it starts, but at some point his usual banter slowly shifts into bordering on flirtatious, because he's well aware of how much it gets a rise out of Din who will either sputter something out or lightly shove him away.

Hell, sometimes he'll even quickly press a kiss to the side of Din's helmet, which damn near makes the guy short-circuit. He doesn't know why he does it, he just...like doing it.

He's taken by surprise one day though when he has his back turned, going over some of his medical supplies when he hears Din walks up behind him. Nothing out of the ordinary, so he makes no move at first to turn around. Then...he hears the slide of something, a gasp suddenly leaving him at the sensation of a kiss suddenly being pressed to the back of his neck followed by what he now figures to be the sound of his helmet sliding back down.

Upon turning around, he's once again met with that all too familiar helmet, a blush creeping up his neck as he's left speechless and he can't help but wonder what Din's expression must be after that.

The only thing he gets after that is a, "Finally gotcha' back..." before Din turns around and walks away.

Things get muddled after that, and before they know it, without even really saying it out loud they've sort of settled into a rather affectionate relationship. Leaning into each other without even thinking about it, holding hands, holding on to each other's arms, and of course Waylon pressing kisses to Din's helmet along with Din sneaking a kiss to the back/side of Waylon's neck when he least expects it.

One of Din's favorite things though is catching moments where Waylon and Grogu are spending time together. It's the softest sight he's ever seen, with one such time being when Waylon was reading one of his medical books to Grogu as the kid sat in his lap, little hand pointing at pictures in the book while Waylon explained them to him.

That's probably when Din finds Waylon the most attractive, being so good with the kid.

The first time they're intimate with one another is a night that they somehow manage to get to themselves when Din makes a request of Waylon...asking him if he can kiss him properly, but not before placing a blindfold over his eyes.

He half-expects that to be a dealbreaker, mentally preparing himself, but he's surprised when Waylon complies. Upon him getting the blindfold fitted around his head, he sits there waiting patiently while Din swallows dryly, before gently taking him by the chin and bringing him in for a tender kiss.

What starts off as a gentle kiss soon after shifts to Waylon being pulled into Din's lap as they begin making out rather heatedly while yanking at each other's clothes, with Din ending up having to help Waylon maneuver out of his, what with his eyes being covered.

It's probably some of the most heated sex ever, because with his vision concealed, Waylon other senses are finely attuned to every other thing he's experiencing. Every single touch of his skin, the way he can feel Din's mouth suckle at his neck, kissing down his chest before making his way to his stomach...and then taking him into his mouth, grabbing a fistful of the Mandalorian's hair while crying out in ecstasy at the feeling of his mouth on him, and the way his facial hair scrapes along sensitive skin.

After that night, he definitely doesn't mind having blindfolded sex with him if it means feeling that good.

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