#they see jedi who are supposed to be good and it bores them and they go ‘I will poke holes in that and hold them to unrealistic standards’

[mandalora]

It’s probably an inevitability of a franchise being this far reaching and this popular and this long lasting but it is so baffling how much of the wider star wars fanbase tries to “fix” star wars

[supersaiyanjedi14]

SABEZRA WEEK: Day 1 (Oct 28): Swap

*The crew of the Ghost recruits a young street artist into their makeshift family.  As Sabine begins her journey down the path of a Jedi, the ship’s resident Mandaloiran pokes a little fun at her prospects*

“Whatcha got there?”

Brown eyes rolled as the voice rang through the common room.  When Sabine had accepted Kanan’s offer several months back, she had been absolutly estatic.  Hesitent as she was to fall in with a bunch of strangers, she had to admit that the idea of taking a stand against the Empire like this felt good.  There was something rewarding about the feeling that her actions here helping other people, as though their relief was the source of her own happiness.  And that was before Kanan had even spelled out her unique abilities.  She had always known on some level that there was something different about her, but until she had properly learned about the Force, she couldn’t put a finger on it.  Her world had undergone a substanial change in such a short span of time, and the amazing people on this ship were only the tip of the hill.

Most of the time.

While every member of the Ghost’s crew had their own unique quirks to them, the resident demolitions expert in the bright orange armor was the most frustratingly difficult to pin down.  Ezra seemed to be simultaneously guarded about himself and the most annoying little bug in the galaxy.  He seemed to have watched way too many cheesy holodramas about how to flirt, and all it did was make him come across as a try-hard dork.  That wasn’t to say that there wasn’t anything good about him.  Sabine admired his dedication to the crew, and his courage and kindness were obvious to anyone who met him.  And while she had found his flirting irksome at first, she had gotten used to it fairly quickly, due in no small part to her ability to tease him in kind.

“Don’t you have a firecracker to set off in Kallus’s closet somewhere?” she asked without even taking her eyes off her work.

“Nah, that’s next week,” Ezra replied as he strode in and sat down.  “Plus, I need Chopper’s help for that and Hera’s grounded him after that incident with the shield generator.  Anyway, back to what I was asking…”

Seeing as there was no chance of getting rid of him, Sabine relented and fliped her notepad in his direction.  Ezra’s eyes scanned the drawing for a moment before realization dawned.

“Is that you as a Jedi?”

“Something like that,” said Sabine.  On the large sheet of flimsi was a young woman with vibrantly colored hair, though instead of the simple farmers’ fatigues she wore in reality, this girl wore a layered tunic and floor-length hodded robe.  “Kanan told me about some common Jedi practices back before the Empire.  Most of them wore the same basic thing, but there was a lot of personalization, too.  I was just thinking about how to do mine.”

Ezra looked over the sketch again.  She could tell he was taking in her more…unconcentional approach to the garments.  Rather than the brown and tan that Kanan had described as the standard, hers were an explosion of colors.  Layers of red, gold and purple formed the tunic, while the skirt was a deep magenta.  The tabard hanging from her belt was adorned with golden starbirds, the emblem that she had taken to graffiting across the Lothal streets in her years before, while an identical red one was embroidered abover her left breast, just like what she wore now.

"And I thought Jedi were supposed to be minimalistic."

Sabine scoffed at the remark.  "Doesn't mean we have to be boring."  She returned to her notepad, shading in a few more colors.

Ezra spread his arms out in a grandiose gesture.  "I can see it now," he said, pitching his voice to a deep, dramatic baritone.  "Here comes the great and mighty Jedi Master!  Tremble before her hot pink lightsaber and fluorescent purple robes!"

"All this coming from the undersized Mandalorian?"

Ezra's face went red as he was caught off-guard.  His mouth moved for a bit, but no words came.  Sabine smirked.  This round was hers.  While his personality could be just as bold as his explosions, Ezra had a few weak points of his own.  Even with Sabine coming aboard, he was still the youngest and shortest of the crew, something that on paper did not mesh with his Mandaloiran warrior background.  When confronted like this, he would usually insist that he was “compact” rather than short, possibly followed by a swift threat of thermal detonator to the nose.  Yet whenever Sabine poked fun at him, he was always at a loss for words.

If she was being honest, it was kind of cute.

“Besides,” she turned the conversation back to the sketches, “I thought Mandalorians were all about decorating their armor.”

“Well, yeah,” Ezra found his voice again, though there was still a slight embarrassed stammer here and there.  “But there’s a lot of meaning to the color,  plus there’s some important symbols, a few-“

Ezra’s train of thought was cut off as he looked at Sabine.  “Wait,” he said slowly, “are you just trying to weasel a few art points out of me?”

“Mayyybeee…” Sabine drawled out, her voice dripping with teasing mock innocence.  Truth be told, she had been curious about Mandalorian art history for a bit now, and had been wanting to ask Ezra about a anything he might know.  And somewhere in the back of her mind, she was thinking about possibly getting him to open up a little more about himself.

Ezra considered for a moment.  “Alright,” he relented, “I will share with you some of our deep, secret wisdom.”

“Sure,” she said teasingly, scooting over to open up a seat for him.  “show me, oh mighty keeper of ancient lore!”

A few seconds of silence were soon broken by a bursty of laughter from the two teens at their antics.  Once he stopped laughing, Ezra sat down next to Sabine.  “You know,” he said, “In another life, you’d probably be a pretty cool Mandalorian.”

“Hm,” Sabine hummed, “Funny, you’d probably be a pretty interesting Jedi.”

The two shared a few more chuckles as they began to pour over some notes, making small adjustments here and there to the rainbow of Jedi apparel.

[2stepadmiral]

Hardly a hot take, but I didn’t like acolyte. It’s the first Star Wars show that was legitimately bad (book of boba fett, Mando season 3, and Obi Wan I would consider guilty pleasures at worst). Overall, it had a lot of bad writing, cringy acting, and poor storytelling. Yes, there were some good parts, like Qimir’s character, the fight choreography, onscreen debut of cortosis, and Sol (until about episode 7), but for me, they weren’t good enough to make up for the lacking areas.

A few highlight critiques I have:

I hated the overall theme of anti-Jediism. Not because I don’t believe that the Jedi should be criticized, I just think that the way it was handled was nonsensical and idiotic. The flaws of the Jedi by the clone war were primarily complacency to a degree that they are basically puppets of the Senate, and stale teachings that haven’t changed in however many centuries or millennia that lead to Darth Vader. These flaws are issues that the Jedi should’ve recognized and tried to address, but they don’t warrant a total demonization of the institution as a whole. That’s the tragedy of the fall of the Jedi, the fact that they could’ve prevented their fall if they had simply been self critical and introspective. In acolyte, you have what effectively feels like real world political issues and criticisms forced into this universe and forcibly applied to the lens of the Jedi flaws. It isn’t explained why the Jedi being an institution is in and of itself a characteristic of the order, let alone a flaw, except from the perspective of the stranger, who sees himself as a victim of the Jedi because they won’t let him be a galaxy conquering Sith psychopath, which is a pretty weak argument.

Too many of the main characters are obnoxious and completely unlikeable. Neither mae nor osha feel like actual characters with actual arcs or development, just caricatures who make poor decisions and throw temper tantrums at anything they don’t like. Yord is an inflexible rule stickler who never develops any character besides rigidly following the rules and expressing bland disapproval at anyone who doesn’t follow his lead. Indara and Venestra were like Yord on steroids; they both reminded me unpleasantly of Luminara in TCW, but somehow with less personality. Sol, Jecki, and Qimir were the only characters that were interesting and somewhat likable.

The lightsaber designs are bland and boring. Before now, lightsaber hilts were always unique and had a profound or at least noticeable elegance to the design (Rey’s yellow lightsaber and Ezra’s blaster hybrid lightsaber are exceptions, those two were bland or ugly designs IMO). Pretty much every lightsaber in acolyte looks like interchangeable foot long pieces of discolored pipe with different cuts at the emitters, but apart from that, they looked pretty interchangeable.

The witches are cringe and poorly written. If these witches are supposed to be dark and creepy and potentially evil, why are they not just night sisters? If they’re supposed to be benevolent witches, Why did they act so night sister like? They play too small role in the story to be an entirely new kind of witch, and trying to blend nightsisters and other tribes of Dathomir witches was just confusing. We don’t understand their motives, and if we’re supposed to sympathize with them, it’s made very difficult by the fact that they’re pretty openly cultish and their intentions, for the twins seem pretty sinister. Overall, their inclusion just felt like a very weak and forced attempt to quickly add layers of demonization to the Jedi, and most of their time on screen countered that intention by making them cringy (that ceremony was beyond weird) and frankly unsympathetic due to their openly controlling and not so subtle Sinister undertones.

The ‘twist’ made no sense. Torbin was so homesick after a mere two months in the field doing drudge work that he thought bringing these girls would get him home? And he felt guilty to the point where he willingly and knowingly drank poison as atonement because… Sol understandably struck at one of the witches when she started turning into a shadow demon? And seemed to be attacking one of the girls they were there to save? And the witches, in retaliation/defense, tried to kill him? And then possessed a Wookie Jedi to try and make him kill them? And then they all died when they were expelled from Kelnacca’s mind? What? 

I hated the bleeding scene. I love the concept of bleeding kyber crystals, and previous executions, like in Jedi survivor, and in the Vader comics, were freaking awesome. But in both of those instances, you had fallen Jedi having the focus all of their rage and pain into a crystal that was actively fighting back, and as a result, success usually meant in explosion of Force energy. This may the concept fuel more like a tragedy when a crystal was bled, and it made it seem like even building a Sith light saber was in of itself a trial. Osha casually and unintentionally bleeding Sol’s crystal while strangling him makes bleeding seem ludicrously easy or makes it seem like she is casually more powerful than Vader, even while he was using a Darkside Nexus, and then the light saber blade changing color while active after she bleeds it trivializes the whole process.

The fact is that the vergence thing does raise questions about Anakin’s unique nature in the Force. They could have said that Brendok might have some kind of Nexus in the Force, and that the witches were able to use this potentially unnatural focus of Force energy to affect the artificial conception and birth of an unusually powerful being, and could’ve left a clear implication that while the twins together might have been almost as powerful as Anakin, even together they would have been less powerful. Using the term ‘vergence’ immediately implies that they are on the same level as Anakin in strength, as well as in unique nature. It’s sort of like Kyp Durron in the early EU, randomly introducing a Force user who is such a prodigy that he easily outstrips even master Luke. It strips beloved characters of their importance.

It also raises questions about how unique Plagueis’ work is. I haven’t read the book yet, but from my knowledge of Darth Plagueis, his obsession with immortality is what led him to learn how to influence the Force to create life. His whole pursuit flew directly in the face of the Rule of Two, Which is part of what made him interesting. Now, the implication is that he stole the idea from the witches, which robs him of some of his appeal and makes his work seem like a cheap knock off instead of a bold and desperate gambit that fleshes out his character and further contributes to Palpatine. Yes, they may remedy this in future seasons if it is renewed, but for right now, it’s raising questions.

Basil. That rodent annoyed the hell out of me every time he was on screen after episode 4.

Overall, the show had potential, but I feel like poor choices in writing dragged it down and ruined the execution. At the end of the day, I literally just want to watch an enjoyable Star Wars show that I can get into, and acolyte kept dragging me out of it with these and other issues.

[quinnxey]

acolyte review (before season finale)

i was really interested in this show esp because its based in the high republic. this is the first time we've gotten a media recreation other than glimpses in jedi: survivor and I'm also pretty sure the kids show disney made was also based in the hr time period. but anyway - other than the books as well, this is the first live-action retelling of a hr story.

i feel like a lot of people didn't like it because of that, but it really hooked me in. I've always been pretty into the hr book series and have loved this idea of "before the chosen one" trope. in the acolyte, we're 100 years or so b4 anyone like obi-wan or anakin or luke have been born. its another really great setting up - plus, as an avid hr reader, it helped me visualize what was going on during that whole shebang

but so - during the start of the acolyte I was a little bit wary and a tad bored. i feel like they started with a fairly slow (if murder is slow) introduction to the story, but I really do understand why they did it like that. once shit hit the fan and we were getting jedi action (plus the dents of twins? alive?/whats going on? sort of thing) I was really starting to get interested. the characters in acolyte are SO well done - like honestly its kind of craz how good they're written. even the "good guys" have good writing, which can be hard to do for heroes when the villains usually have all the sweet ass storytelling.

i thought the force here was sooo well done. like this idea of osha not being able to use the force after some time - ESPECIALLY her using the excuse of "if you were a jedi" (or something along these lines) "you would know that the force gets weaker if you don't practice with it" like girl ok! and with qimir and him being like dude, no.

QIMIR! ok so i understand the whole reason people like him is because of his looks and the fact that he was naked (which I will get to) but I'm SOOO interested in his character arc. his manipulation tactics are honestly so believable that IM having a hard time trying to discern whether or not the jedi are good or bad. i think I've always been fairly pro-jedi esp with how the orig tri plays jedi out to be and how the hr books have all these really anti-jedi antigonists. I've always believed the jedi to be a good force of nature, and haven't really paid much mind to this idea of "what if". in the acolyte, it feels like. they're REAL people.

idk i feel like sometimes it gets hard to see the real people in jedi and not thin k they're just some servants of the light or whatever. for me, I feel like that also comes from the "no relationships" motto, which sort of defeats the whole "human/person" idea for me. i hate thinking jedi arent people and don't have faults, but with how a lot o the media portrays them, that's how I've felt for a really long time. in here, I felt like I was seeing real people in real situations. idk

with how sol was acting with osha ("do not confuse [her] emotions with your own") I was sooo in love with that. him not knowing whether or not its his emotions or the force pulling them together (because we all know the force puts padawan/master together when it knows they're a good fit) but still continuing. him choosing to SAVE OSHA INSTEAD OF MAE. and going on to say he "did his best" and "tried to save both of them" to osha and flicking the blame on mae by saying the fire was all her fault (which it was, but he deliberately didn't tell osha what "really" happened ((in the words of mae I suppose))) but this isn't me saying that sol is a bad person and should totally get stripped of his title or whatever - someone (not sure who) on here talked about how he was the only one out of all the jedi on the trip to actually go and do something about his guilt. he went and he trained osha to the best of his abilities, he trained younglings (telling them NOT to trust what they initially see, to keep searching for answers), and he went on trying to make good with mae even after he knew she was going to kill him.

but so on the dark side (plus I guess qimir being naked) I was really interested in this idea of jedi not being able to harm the unarmed. we see this happen with sol and aniseya, where she DOES technically look like shes about to go off and kill someone with her whole dust act, but she is STILL technically unarmed. sol goes and stabs her because he has no idea what is happening. cue 1st action. 2nd action is when we have the scene between sol and qimir where he almost attacks him while he's "unarmed" (pls I don't trust this man) but osha stops him. with OSHA, we see this happen when she sort of attacks qimir while he's unarmed - and not just unarmed, also litterllay butt naked. that's like the full ass definition of unarmed. it goes fully against jedi code - if she had killed him, she would have killed him unarmed and with no dignity, which no jedi would ever want to do. because she had the option to do it, he basically tested her - it was his way of seeing whether or not she was a "good" option for an apprentice. he prob would have taken her anyway, but with how it went with mae, he was defo being wary.

but him being a sith for me was pretty easy to see right off the bat, since he disappeared and then sith master just "appeared" I thought, oh yeah, that's qimir. but as the fighting went on and I went between the costume differences between him and feeble qimir, I thought, well...no?? it doesn't make sense. he doesn't look the same - and then it WAS HIM. but also I think this idea of osha becoming sith apprentence and mae becoming jedi apprentice would be so interesting. ying and yang but they switch lmao

but I'm supppeper excited for the season finale!!! my prediction is that osha accepts being qimirs apprentice, mae accepts being sol's apprentice (if that happens), and maybe/maybe not they find osha and qimir and qimir convinces osha to fight against her past master. idk. would love to see some kyber bleeding in s2. love!!

[221bshrlocked]

shut the door

Pairings: Commander Wolffe x Jedi Fem!Reader

Words: 2538

Warnings: Ahsoka, Fives and Kix being little shits. Reader getting hella submissive real quick. Wolffe going from shy to dominant even quicker. Lots of touching and biting. Implied smut.

Summary: You try to play a prank on Ahsoka, but it backfires...in a good way.

A/N: I don't know what this is to be honest. I just saw this video of a couple where the wife throws cold water over her husband while he was in the shower and then he dragged her into the water, and my mind immediately came to this fic. Also, I still have @cloned-eyes lovely art work engraved in my mind so that's the Wolffe I'm picturing here. Enjoy my lovely clone simps.

“That’s it, tell me when it’s time to leave.” Ahsoka says as she stands up and walks towards the door connecting your room with the others’. 

“Wait, where are you going? You can’t just leave in the middle of an undercover mission.” You call after her, checking to make sure that Rex and Anakin were still looking out for the target. 

“We’ve been here for days, and I feel unclean. I won’t take too long.” She ignores your response as she grabs a towel and some clothes to change into. 

“You’re going to leave me with those two by myself?” You ask her again, not caring for how both men react to the indirectly offensive question. 

“Hey! What is that supposed to mean?” Anakin calls back, muttering something beneath his breath when he sees Rex laughing at the three of you. You shake your head at Anakin, only to turn around and miss Ahsoka walking to the refresher. Glancing at the rest of the men in your company, you see them shrug their shoulders and get back to whatever conversations they were in the middle of. You think there is a smirk on Fives’ face but it goes away as soon as you notice it. Thinking nothing of the matter, you’re about to walk back to the other room when Fives and Kix call for you. 

“Say General, we heard you and the other Generals like to play pranks on each other all the time. Is that true?” Fives asks and you narrow your eyes at him briefly, wanting to know why he was questioning you about this all of a sudden. 

“Y..yes, why do you ask?” You cross your arms and scan the room, wondering why everyone became quiet and were intently staring at you. 

“Well, we just didn’t peg you for someone who- well, you know.” He rubs his neck and refuses to finish whatever he was about to tell you. 

“What? You think I don’t know how to have fun?”

“We didn’t say that, it’s just-” Kix starts to respond but you shake your head at him, silencing him instantly. You study the rest of the men quickly before smiling at Fives’ sudden anxiety. 

“It’s okay if you think I’m boring. I just don’t see the point of revealing all my cards at once, especially when I know I can have a bit of fun being sneaky.” 

“That sounds nice and everything General, but I just don’t believe you.” Fives takes a step forwards and trails his eyes down your form, smirking to himself when he sees that he has your undivided attention. 

“Is that right?” You raise a curious eyebrow at him, completely missing the way Kix was looking around the room and telling everyone to get ready. 

“I think you’re all bark and no bite.” Fives adds for extra measure, barely managing to hold back from laughing when your expression turns less playful and more dangerous. 

“Hmm, watch and learn boys.” It’s all the warning they get before you’re walking towards the kitchen and filling up a large pitcher of water with ice cold liquid, grabbing a handful of ice cubes from the fridge while chuckling at the shift in expressions suddenly taking over the room. 

“The key for a good prank is, you do it when your target is unsuspecting.” You whisper to them as you make your way to the refresher and unlock the door as softly as you can. The sound of running water fills the silence of the room and you smile one last time at Fives before you take a few steps into the cloudy space. Again, you’re so invested in making no sound that you miss how each of the clones prepares to exchange the figda they managed to steal from the rooms they’ve stayed in. Turning one last time to look at Fives and Kix, you purse your lips and stand on your tiptoes, barely managing to hold back from laughing as you tilt the pitcher and empty its cold contents on Ahsoka. 

Or, the person you thought was Ahsoka. 

“Ahh fucking hells,” the sound of a rather gruff, angry man breaks the silence of the room and you look back in horror as you see Boost and Sinker double over in laughter while Kix and Fives pull Ahsoka from underneath the bed. 

You drop the pitcher from your hand, and as you try to leave the refresher, a hand reaches out from behind the shower curtain and grabs onto your wrist. You look down in shock and fear, already knowing who the man behind the curtain is and trying to think of anything to tell him once he realizes it was you who just ruined whatever little break he was probably attempting to enjoy. 

“Come here,” he growls into the damp air and pulls you towards him, swearing beneath his breath when you topple over and fall at his feet. 

You know you should shut your eyes, perhaps even vomit a string of apologies at him so he doesn’t report you to the council for inappropriate behavior. But the quick movement sends your head flying into the wall and you scream out in pain before you reach for the back of your head while yelling at him to calm down. 

“Calm down Wolffe, I didn’t know it was-” the words die in your throat as soon as you look up and see the Commander of the 104th in all his naked glory. You try not to roam your eyes across his impressive form, you really do, one look at his flushed face and suddenly shy gaze, and you know you have to look anywhere but above his neck. The sound of laughter and howling dies out the longer your eyes move down his body and scrutinize the tattoos etched all over his muscular torso. 

You’re not sure how long you sit there staring at him, but when he clears his throat and pushes his hands over his crotch, you remember quickly where you are and who it is you’re ogling, and you immediately look down and away from him. 

But not before you notice how much he has to stretch his palms and fingers so he can hide himself from your curious gaze. 

“G-general.” If you didn’t know any better, you’d think that Wolffe was turning a bit more submissive with the way he addressed you reluctantly.

“Commander, I uhhh…I didn’t know you had so many tattoos.” It’s not what you want to say, but it is what leaves your mouth as you try to take off your outer robes so you can hand them to the naked man standing not two feet away from you. 

“Kriff!” He swears at you, taking a few steps back so he doesn’t accidentally frighten you with how his body is reacting to your proximity. 

“Sorry no, I mean- I…I didn’t know you were the one in the refresher.”

“Who the hell did you think was in here?” You’ve known Wolffe for a long time. Granted you never spoke with him as often as others, but you knew him well, like how he tends to become when he’s embarrassed or uncomfortable. 

He doesn’t mean to sound so awkward or rude, but you knew that it was highly unlikely he’s ever experienced something like this, and he probably didn’t know what or how he should be behaving, especially since one of his commanding officers was now in the refresher with him. 

“It d-doesn’t matter any way…I’m so sorry, I wouldn’t have- ah, kriff it. Just take this for now until I decide how I’m going to deal with that shabuir.” You throw your robe at him and force yourself to turn away while he hides behind the wet fabric. 

“Fives or Boost?” He asks as he stops moving, making you turn around to look at him as you answer his question. 

“Ahsoka!” You mutter out in anger, not missing the way he smiles and avoids your gaze when he sees you looking into his eyes again. 

“Well, I hate to break it to you but…whatever it is the General did, I’m sure Five and Boost are in on it as well.” He’s trying to diffuse the tension, that you know for sure, but you still can’t help yourself from studying the tattoos visible to your eyes. You wonder briefly if he’d ever said anything about them before, but you quickly remember who it is you’re thinking about and you shake your head in response. 

“Something on your mind, General?” Wolffe’s tone shifts a little, and when you finally meet his gaze again, you find something strange looking back at you. 

Something way too sensual and intimate to be considered as just friendly. 

“I was just thinking that- umm, I was wondering if you had ever told me about your tattoos and I just forgot or-” You gulp nervously as soon as you notice him tilt his head to the side and stare into your eyes. His jaw clenches tightly and you follow the movement down, watching with fascination as the muscles on his neck and chest flex when they feel you settle on them.

“Hmm,” Wolffe hums lowly as he takes one step towards you, making you back away from him underneath the running water again. 

“Or if…” You can’t find the rest of the thought, unable to focus on anything but the way Wolffe was pretty much eye-fucking you now. 

“Or what…General?” The honorific rolls off his tongue so lewdly, making you nearly trip over the rest of your robes and topple over again. 

You feel a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist in an instant, preventing you from hitting your head again. Grabbing onto Wolffe’s shoulders, you blink hazily a few times before you slowly look up into the Commander’s eyes. He’s abandoned the cloak you gave you, leaving himself completely bear to your hungry needs. 

You’re about to ask him if he is just toying with you like the others when you hear a couple of them whisper just from outside the door. Wolffe glances to the side and narrows his eyes at the men behind the curtain. When he turns back around to look at you again, he finds you completely enraptured by him. He smiles down at you, nudging your nose with his own before laying the softest of kisses near the corner of your mouth. 

“Why don’t you be a good girl for me and shut the door, mesh’la?” 

His question doesn’t make much sense to your dazed mind, and you reach up to try and properly kiss him, but he averts his face and leans down to bite into your throat, chuckling to himself when your breath hitch and you dig your nails into his shoulders. 

“As much as I’d love to give the boys something to talk about, I am a selfish man baby…and I want you all to myself.” He whispers against you as he begins to unravel all the knots keeping your body from him.

“Be a good girl, and shut the door…or do you want them to watch me fuck you hard like the sweet Jetii’ika I know you are?” Your knees give out as soon as he growls those filthy words in your ears, but Wolffe’s hold on you prevents you from falling yet again. You want to punch him for being so smug and chuckling at you, but you know that you wouldn’t have him any other way. The way he squeezes your hips lights a fire in your chest, and your breathing grows erratic as soon as he slides one hand around your back and pushes your body into his own, giving you a taste of what’s to come.

“W-Wolffe, please.” You plead with a whine, parting your lips for him as he leans down and hovers his mouth over your own.

“Shut the door, cyar’ika…and I promise you I’ll deal with them later.” Not a second later, the door to the refresher slides shut suddenly, making half of the men outside scream rather embarrassingly. You giggle along with Wolffe, but the laughter dies when you notice the way he's staring at you.

Licking your lips, you throw your arms around his neck and pull yourself up until you’re at eye-level with him.

“What if…what if I want something else?” You ask right before molding your lips with his own in a heated kiss. You feel Wolffe harden against you, his fingers trying to unfasten your robes from your body while the other hand combs into your hair and tugs on it harshly.

“Hmm, maybe you’re not a good girl after all.” Wolffe teases as he pushes your cloak and shirt down your shoulders, ripping the corners of them as he tries to get them off quickly.

“Believe me Commander, I can be whatever you want me to be…on one condition.” You giggle when he kneels down and grumbles in irritation at how difficult it is to remove the wet fabrics from your body. He ignores you until he’s rid you of what you’re wearing, the only thing shielding you from his eyes clinging deliciously around your hips.

“Name it sweetheart.” Wolffe promises, refusing to keep his hands off of you as he stands to his height and trails his hands across your nude skin.

“I want your cock, I want you to fuck me so hard till I can’t remember anything but your name.” Wolffe stands there without uttering a single sound, studying you closely to make sure you are confident in what you want from him. He can feel you scratch along the tattoos over his arms and chest, and he reminds himself to ask you later which one you liked most. He roams his gaze across your features, pretending to go for another kiss and twisting you in his arms as soon as you shut your eyes in surrender.

He shoves you against the cold wall, holding your arms above your head and thrusting his hard cock in between your ass cheeks when you try to wrestle away from his hold. You try to glance to the side but Wolffe sinks his teeth into the back of your shoulder, causing you to cry out in ecstasy and pain from the sensation.

“Ah fuck, p-please Wolffe.” He’s all hard muscles and heated skin against your back, making you wish you weren’t currently on a mission so you can worship him like he deserves. 

“That’s it mesh’la, beg for me.” You think he’ll toy with you longer, the thought making you whine and moan more for him more, hoping that the sounds you’re making are enough for him to end your misery and fuck you into oblivion.

But then he grabs his cock and slips it underneath the band of your panties, and you hold your breath in anticipation, preparing yourself for how full you will feel when he finally shoves his dick into your heat and fills you to the brim. 

“C-Commander, please…use me.”

It’s all Wolffe needs to hear to step over the invisible line that’s long separated the two of you from giving into your desires. 

“Sir yes sir.” 

[goddessofmischief]

     —   ACROSS THE STARS (SITH!KIT TANTHALOS X READER)

Summary: Kit Tanthalos is a Sith apprentice - and your biggest enemy.

CHAPTER ONE: THE DYAD

Kit Tanthalos had been a thorn in your side since the day you were born.

She was a princess, and so were you. She was princess of Corellia - a planet of thieves, liars, and smugglers - and you were the princess of Naboo. You stood for kindness, hope, and purity.

You two had interacted throughout the years, at various royal functions, but never held much affection for each other. Still, Kit had always seemed protective of you. She was more likely to tease you than offer a compliment, sure, but she wouldn’t let anyone push you around.

One day, all of that changed.

Kit broke her parents’ hearts and overthrew them, turning to the Sith teachings and ruling Corellia with an iron fist. She was still only an apprentice, but it was hard to tell from the level of power she held. Her master was mostly unseen, leaving Kit as a largely unchallenged presence of evil in the galaxy.

You couldn’t have been more different. Your planet flourished under your rule, and you were beloved by every citizen. You knew that no matter what happened, you would protect them, and so did they.

There was only one issue, though. They wanted you to marry.

You had a couple reasonable suitors. A few Mandalorians, a prince or two. A Lady of some considerable wealth. They were all coming to see you, today. One of them, whichever the people chose, would be staying on this planet for as long as they lived.

You didn't like that it was up to the citizens to choose your spouse, but since you were an orphan, you had no parents to select one for you, and Naboo laws refused the option of allowing you to choose for yourself.

Still... how bad could any of them be? You’d carefully reviewed the list of people attending today, and none of them were indecent, or unkind, or cruel. They were good people, people you could trust. Even if you couldn’t love them, you could at least work together to bring your planet into prosperity.

This wasn’t about you. This was about the people.

Or so you tried to convince yourself, this sunny morning, as you rode through the woods on a white horse, lightsaber hanging off your belt-

Oh, yeah. That’s the other thing.

You were a Jedi.

You supposed that’s probably why Kit hates you. You were natural enemies. You hated her for her crimes, she despised you for your tolerance. It was probably why you were so reluctant to marry, too - falling in love was strictly against the Jedi code.

You hummed to yourself some old Naboo lullaby, your horse carefully stepping over a small creek and walking nimbly to the other side. You climbed off it, brushing off your dress and beginning to pick flowers.

Suddenly, you heard a sound behind you - crunching leaves under foot. You whirled around, face to face with-

Well, guess who.

“Hey,” said Kit, dismounting her own horse. You began to back away.

“...Hi.”

“Missed you, princess. Been awhile.”

“Yeah. Um... what’ve you been up to?”

She laughed.

“What have I been up to... um, ruling the galaxy. Yeah. That, pretty much.”

Without warning, you pulled out your lightsaber, holding it to her throat.

“Why are you here?”

“I’m not here to fight,” she said warningly, pulling out her own lightsaber and holding it to your throat. “Just wanna talk.”

“I don’t believe you.”

You rush forward, trying to land a blow. She deflected your attack, grabbing your wrist and flipping you onto the ground.

You moan in pain. Kit lowers her lightsaber, still pointing it at you. She offers you her other hand. Reluctantly, you let her help you up.

“I’ll see you later, princess, alright?”

Just like that, she was gone.

...

You could swear you’d seen everyone in the galaxy by now, or at least all the most boring ones.

Fortunately, none of the citizens had really seemed to care for them, either. You could tell they were reading your expressions, trying to gauge who you wanted them to choose.

No one. You didn't want them to choose any of them.

A few had made it on to the next round: Jade Claymore, another Jedi knight, Graydon Hastur, a prince, and Prince Airk, Kit’s exiled brother. You’d always liked Airk, but he never seemed to show an interest in you outside of how you looked.

In just a few minutes, you would be done. In just a few minutes, you could take this ridiculous dress off. In just a few minutes-

The doors burst open.

Of course, it was Kit. Of course it was.

She stood in an imposing set of black robes, lightsaber displayed prominently at her side, red jewels gleaming at her throat. Kit strode in confidently, glancing at the crowds sitting on either side, strutting confidently up to you.

Somewhere in the distance you heard Airk mutter, “oh, shit.”

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top 10 favorite star wars characters atm

luke skywalker and ahsoka tano

cannot decide between literally me irl and my childhood favorite. also their relationships to anakin both kill me and thats whats at the heart of star wars, so i thought it would only be fair they tie (plus its my list, eat my ass)

2. hera syndulla

ghost crew mother turned military leader. she's one of the few female characters we get to see with high military status and we get to see her growth up to that position. she loses so much but she always keeps going because its whats right. also best pilot in the galaxy is hera syndulla argue with a wall

3. alexsandr kallus

BEST REDEMPTION ARC IN ALL OF STAR WARS FIGHT ME ON THIS SUCK MY DICK AND BALLS also he's voiced by david oyelowo and that man has such an attractive voice. i fully believe that the fandom would not have accepted kallus's redemption arc w any other va bc the subtlety david oyelowo puts into that performance is fucking insane

4. commander cody // cc-2224

favorite of the clones. to be fair he is everything that a clone is supposed to be which can be boring to some people, but i find it really interesting. his armor is by far my favorite armor in the show too which does contribute to him being up so high, sorry im a sucker for good character design

5. din djarin

father #1 on the list. pedro pascal bedroom voice, need i say more, but i will. hes such a morally gray character in the beginning but hes also so funny. bro asked luke skywalker if he was a jedi. din is the definition of main character who really wishes he wasn't one. also themes of religion and the intensity of different denominations of it is so interesting esp within star wars

6. hunter // cc-9901

father #2 on the list. his fighting style is one of my favorites in star wars, even though we mostly see that from him in his episodes in clone wars. also favorite clone design in terms of how he differentiates himself from the other clones aka not his armor

7. omega

child of father #2 on the list, but she's also so luke/ezra coded. she can make friends with everyone, including hounds, regardless of the shitty hand of cards she's been dealt. also she gambles and is a child which is hilarious

8. artoo

the character ever. if he were an organic being he would have the saddest story in star wars, besides obi-wan shhh. he's there for everything and even when c3po is reprogrammed to work for the empire during rebels, artoo isnt, showing how useful that lil mf is. also anyone that stands up to chopper is so brave in my book

9. torra doza (from resistance)

this is such a random pick, especially bc i dont really like the sequels and this show comes right before them, but i just remember her being such a good character. design again is a big thing in this, but she's also a super talented pilot which i love. she's optimistic and bubbly, which isnt my favorite thing in a character, but i like how she was done so she has to be on here. sorry i feel like nobody knows who she is

10. lando calrissian

is this bc donald glover plays young lando? uh....neways lando did NOTHING WRONG. he gave up han because he had to protect his people and he ultimately makes up for doing that anyways. also charismatic and so so so sexy (all versions of him) what an iconic star wars character

[dorianwritesthings]

Even  Captain Rex x Jedi! Reader

Part 1 of 2 (I think…we’ll see.)

Captain Rex x Jedi! Reader

Summary: You’re a Jedi, you aren’t supposed to harbor romantic feelings. But when you meet a certain Clone Captain, something feels different.

Pronouns: Gender neutral.

Warnings: Reader in the Med Bay, Nothing really graphic but I like to be thorough.

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“Hang in there, General. You’re going to be fine.”

The medbay, as usual, was cold, despite this planet’s hot and humid atmosphere. The swirling memories of your rescue last night came and went even as you sat there.

“We’re reinforcements from General Skywalker. The battle is over.”

“What’s his name?” You asked Ahsoka, eyeing the Clone Captain as you did so.

“That’s Captain Rex, Master.” Asoka responded quickly. She was such an energetic young Padawan, perfect for Skywalker.

“Ah, yes,” you responded, watching as he checked on various wounded troopers, “Thank you. He’s the one who carried me out of there.”

“He’s a good soldier.” the padawan responded, then, at a call from her Master, ran over to Skywalker. You were going to get up to join her, but the cold hand of the medical droid reminded you that you were in no condition to move. You reluctantly stayed put, looking out over the clones, trying to count all of your men. 

You knew some of them were gone, and you took a moment to meditate on their passing and honor their newfound place in the force. There would be more time to mourn them later, but for now you let the moment come and go before reopening your eyes.

“General.” You turned to see your own clone commander, Recall, being held up by a quickly made crutch.

“Glad to see you made it out better than me, Commander.” you sighed, a smile tugging at your lips for the first time in the day, “It’s good to see you, Recall.”

“And you too, Sir.” he said, “Are you...feeling alright, Sir?”

“I’ll be fine.” You said, “I’ll need a full report as soon as possible on the state of the company.”

“My men are already on it.” That voice you’d know anywhere.

“Thank you, Master Skywalker.” you said. He smiled in that kind way of his. “We were in a rough spot there.”

“Yeah you were.” he said, then, sensing your grief added, “You did what you could, and you fought well.”

That was high praise from him.

“Thanks.”

“I’m having my clones in the 501st check on your men.” He added, “I figured it would give your boys a break.”

“Thank you.” You smiled…”Again.” 

He nodded. “I’ll have Captain Rex give you a report when they’re finished.”

For a moment you felt off balance. It was an unfamiliar sensation.

“Very good.” you laid back down, glad to have things taken care of, “I’ll likely still be in this bed, so he should have no trouble finding me.”

A beep from the medical droid confirmed your suspicion and you sighed.

Anakin nodded, then pulled out his holocom.

“And now for the bad news,” he sighed, “ I’m technically supposed to be on the other side of the planet right now. We’ll have to report to the council.”

You winced slightly at the thought. “I suppose so.”

One boring meeting with the council later, you were still in the medbay, trying your best to meditate.

Why were you so off balance? You’d been in compromising scrapes before. This wasn’t your first trip to a medical bay by any means, so what made this different? You always felt the weight of responsibility for your men when these things happened and while that feeling was still there, something else was gnawing at you. 

As if in answer to your wonderings a firm voice pulled you from your thoughts.

“General.”

You opened your eyes to see the same Clone Captain from earlier. Captain Rex.

“Ah, Captain,” you said, propping yourself up, “I assume you’re hear for that report.”

“Correct, sir.” He said. You paid close attention as he gave you a run down of the conditions of your troops. Fewer had been lost than you expected, and though many were injured, Skywalker’s aid arrived just in time to prevent the worst. You sighed in relief.

“We’ve managed to hold our position here.” Rex said, “And will continue to aid on this front as your forces recover.”

“Good news.” You said, “Thank you, Captain.”

“Sir.” He nodded, turning to leave, but you called him back.

“Rex,” he seemed a bit surprised at hearing his name, “Captain. I also wanted to thank you for getting me out of there. I probably wouldn’t even still be here if it weren’t for you.”

“Just doing my job, Sir.” He said, but you noticed a fluctuation in his emotions as he did so. You smiled softly.

“Regardless, I’m appreciative none the less. I…” You paused unexpectedly as the words caught in your throat, “I’m excited to continue working with you. Once I’m out of this medbay that is.”

He gave you a small smile and nodded, returning to his own General.

You watched him go, then sighed and went back to meditating.

A few weeks later, you were back on your feet. The damage was bad, and you still felt sore at times, but the medics assured Recall that you were recovered enough to fight again.

“Honestly, Commander,” You smiled, “You worry about me too much.”

“Because you don’t worry enough.” Recall sighed, “I hardly understand how Rex deals with his Jedi.”

You let out an amused breath at that. The Captain came to visit you a few times during your recovery, always under the guise of giving you updates. While he always had information about the ongoing fight, you’re conversations grew longer as he warmed up to you. You were glad for the company. The medbay wasn’t exactly the most stimulating of experiences.

“He’s an interesting one.” You agreed, “I like him.”

“Oh you like him, do you?” Recall nudged you a bit and you rolled your eyes. You’d grown used to the teasing from him. He’d been your Commander since your first campaign and Recall had the uncanny ability to read your emotions.

“You’re the worst.” You said, “And as soon as you get a crush on someone, I plan on showing no mercy.”

“Ah, so you do like him.” He said, “Looks like Quickshot owes me some credits.”

“You were betting on it?”

He shrugged, “Why not? Not much to do with so many of us in recovery.”

You groaned a bit at the thought. You loved your troopers, but it really was like having a few hundred brothers.

“Have I been so obvious?” you asked seriously. You always could confide in Recall, and it was about time you were honest with yourself, “Am I a bad Jedi?”

“I don’t think so, Sir.” Recall said. He put a hand on your shoulder and you sighed a bit.

“We’re not supposed to have these feelings.” You said, “Or at least, we’re supposed to acknowledge and then let them go. But…I don’t want to.”

He chuckled at that, “That bad, huh?”

Your shoulders sank.

“Look, General, I’m going to speak plainly. None of the men will care. All we care about is who you are as our general. Liking someone isn’t going to change that.”

“Thanks.” You said, “It’s nice to be able to talk about it.”

“Anytime, Sir.”

Before you could begin to focus on the map in front of you, Recall nudged you yet again. You looked up at him in annoyance but then followed his gaze. Rex was jogging towards you.

Immediately you felt your face heat up and hoped that no one noticed.

He greeted you formally and you put him at ease.

“Were’s General Skywalker?” You asked, not seeing him anywhere. Rex rubbed the back of his neck.

“He and Commander Tano decided to…make an improvised maneuver.”

You laughed. Of course they did.

“I see.” You said, “And I assume they’re wanting me to play along?”

“Yes, sir.”

You gave Recall a look. He was looking at you both with an expression that said, quite clearly, “Thank the Maker I’m not in the 501st”.

“So what’s the plan, Captain?” You asked, “Where’d they go to anyway?”

He pulled up a new section of the map, pointing to a ridge next to the separatist base.

“They plan to cause a rockslide, cutting off the base from it’s main supply lines.”

“A siege doesn’t strike me as that unorthodox.” You noted, “Not really Skywalker’s style.”

“Right, General.” Rex agreed, pulling up another point on the map. He focused in on the rear gates of the complex, “They’re planning to lead an assault team through here after the initial rockslide.”

“And they didn’t bring you because…”

“They want you and I to perform a similar operation from the other side.” He said.

“That’s a suicide mission!” Recall said, clearly still concerned about your injuries.

“Skywalker is unorthodox, Recall.” You said, holding up a hand, “But he’s not stupid. There’s something about this we’re not seeing.”

Rex looked relieved for a moment, glad you were willing to give his General the benefit of the doubt.

“Right, well, this morning we received intel that a large section of the base’s troops were on the move. There are a few outpost stations in the surrounding area, but they all have to go through that one pass.”

“No ships?” You asked.

“Too obvious.” He said, “They probably don’t know that we’ve found their security outposts and would like to keep them a secret. Traveling on foot is the best way to avoid detection.”

“I see.” You said, “So the base is under defended.”

“Yes sir.”

“Alright, Captain.” You said, “I’ll go with you and your team. Recall, I want you to get several teams together and take out those outposts. Don’t want them calling for help.”

“Yes, sir!” they both said. You took note of how, even though they were clones, their voices sounded ever so slightly different.

You watched them go, taking a deep breath and trying to ignore the fluttering in your chest.

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My story for @sw-olives-and-grapes, which I finished JUST in time last night! It's a little messy and I'm not totally satisfied with the ending, but I hope you guys like it nonetheless!

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“COME ON GUYS WE’RE GONNA BE LATE!”

“Since when is Ezra the one who wants to be on time?” Caleb Dume muttered, tugging at the collar of his tunic for the thousandth time. His formal Jedi robes might have been right for the occasion, but that didn’t stop them from being more uncomfortable than his usual attire.

Hera’s voice was muffled by the closed door of her room, where she was changing. “Probably since Sabine’s the one doing the fireworks after the ceremony. And he’s grown up more than we give him credit for, dear.”

“Don’t remind me,” Caleb said, sighing and letting the back of his head thump against the wall he was leaning against. “Seems like just yesterday he was falling off of roofs and causing international incidents with Mandalorians. Now he’s well on his way to becoming a Knight.”

As painful as it was to see his Padawan growing up, he was also proud. Ezra had become much wiser and more powerful since Caleb had first met him, and he was growing into a fine Jedi.

“You’ve done a good job of teaching him,” Hera pointed out, her tone knowing— as it always was. It sharpened into something a little more amused as she added, “And as I recall, you had a little something to do with that particular international incident.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Caleb grumbled as Hera’s bedroom door hissed open. “Just leave you and Sabine to— wow.”

Hera lifted an eyebrow at him as she stepped out of the room. “You’re staring, Caleb.”

“I’m not,” Caleb said, staring. “You just… you look really nice.”

Nice didn’t quite sum it up. She was wearing a dress— a simple dark blue undertunic, with a full, fluttering skirt over it. It shaded from blue to a pale silver towards the hem, as did the light blue edged robe she wore over it. The upper half of the tunic had a blue panel, embroidered with silver and darker blue. Similar embroidery marked the hem of the robe.

The colors shimmered against her skin, and the flowing fabric made her look elegant and beautiful and Caleb felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her, like it so often did. 

Judging by the half amused, half embarrassed smile Hera was giving him, he was still staring. Clearing his throat, Caleb said, “I, uh, I assumed you’d be wearing your dress uniform.”

“I was going to,” Hera said wryly. “But somehow, there was a mishap in the laundry, and Ezra turned it an unflattering shade of pink. And then it happened to be out when Sabine was working on getting the fireworks ready, and she set it partially on fire.”

Caleb snorted. “Wow. You’d almost think they were planning something like this.” Knowing Sabine and Ezra’s propensity for mischief, he wasn’t exactly surprised. Especially when he noted how similar the color of his blue and gray robes were to Hera’s dress.

Rolling her eyes, Hera said, “Oh, yeah. That would be such a shock, knowing these two.”

“HERA, CALEB, ZEB’S HERE AND HE’S IMPATIENT TOO,” Ezra yelled from down at the entry bay. “CAN WE JUST GO ALREADY?”

Exchanging an amused look with Hera, Caleb said, “We should probably get going.” Offering her his arm, he asked, “Are you ready?”

Looping her arm through his, Hera replied, “Always, dear.”

Together, they headed down to the entry bay. Ezra was waiting, wearing his own set of formal robes and bouncing up and down on his heels with impatience. Zeb was with him, looking bored and slightly fancier than usual in his Lasat Honor Guard uniform. Chopper was, for once, waiting near them without making trouble, although Kanan had a feeling that wouldn’t last long.

“Finally,” Ezra said, spotting them. “Let’s go! You look really nice, Hera. Uh, sorry about your uniform.”

“Don’t worry about it, Ezra,” Hera assured him. “And you’re right, we should get going. We don’t want to miss Caleb’s ceremony, after all.”

Letting out a groan as they headed down the ramp, Caleb said, “Don’t remind me.”

“What, you’re not looking forward to getting up in front of all those people?” Zeb asked, his grin just a little too wicked. “Getting that award and whatnot?”

“You’re enjoying this too much,” Caleb told him. “And it’s not an award, it’s just a ceremony honoring some of the people who fought in the last battles of the war here on Coruscant—”

“Like you,” Ezra said cheerfully. “And Rex— he’s gonna be there, right?”

“I think so— Ahsoka said she wanted someone there to distract her from being bored out of her mind,” Hera said, and Caleb snorted.

“Skywalker’s gonna be there. None of us are going to be bored.”

Together, they made their way to the speeder parked at the edge of the landing platform. As Zeb, Ezra, and Chopper slid into the back seat, Caleb took the front passenger seat, and Hera arranged her skirts neatly around her as she sat in the driver’s seat. Bringing the speeder to life, she moved them forward and into the flow of Coruscanti traffic.

Despite the general nature of traffic on Coruscant, especially in the evening, it wasn’t long before they arrived. Their goal, a small meeting hall in the upper levels, was lit up for the occasion, and surrounded by speeders— most of them piloted by droids dropping off their occupants.

As Hera brought their speeder to a stop nearby, switching it off, Caleb vaulted out and headed around to her side. Offering her a hand, he said, “Can I give you a hand?”

Accepting it, Hera let him help her out of the speeder, remarking, “Such a gentleman.”

“Well, I was raised right,” Caleb said, and behind them, Ezra groaned.

“If you guys are just going to flirt all night, I’m leaving.”

“Come on, Ezra,” came a familiar voice, and Caleb turned to see Ahsoka Tano heading towards them, grinning. She wore a sleeveless black dress with a high collar and a long skirt, her sabers hanging from a belt on either hip. “If you say that, you’ll be gone before they serve the food. Let alone the fireworks.”

“Fair enough,” Ezra said, heaving a long, dramatic sigh. “Guess I’ll just suffer.”

Rolling his eyes, Caleb turned to Ahsoka. “Good to see you— have you seen any of the others, yet?”

“Rex is inside,” she replied. “I came out here to look for you, and the Skywalker-Amidala brood.”

“I have a feeling we’ll hear him coming,” Hera said wryly. “Ezra, Zeb, Chopper, we should probably find our seats. I’ll be with you in just a minute.”

Ezra didn’t protest— another sign of how much he’d grown over the years, Caleb mused— just nodded and headed towards the hall, Zeb and Chopper on his heels.

Turning to him, Hera studied him for a moment. “Are you nervous?” she asked, moving forward to smooth down the front of his robes and straighten the sleeves.

Caleb let her. He’d be lying if he said he minded.”Not really,” he said. “Mostly it seems like a big deal over nothing. I didn’t even do that much, and it was years ago.”

“You and I both know it was more than nothing,” Hera pointed out. “There are people here today— Jedi especially, who wouldn’t be here without you.” Checking him over one last time, she added, “If it helps, I’m sure this is far from the only thing you’ll be remembered for.”

“As long as you remember me, that’s all that really mattered,” Caleb told her, which drew a smile across her face. Stepping a little closer, she pressed a kiss against his cheek, and Caleb had to resist the urge to turn it into a proper kiss, to pull her closer still.

Drawing back, Hera smiled at him in the way that said she knew exactly what he was thinking. And I’m supposed to be the Jedi around here. “I’ll be watching in the crowd. Good luck, love.”

And with that, she turned and headed inside, taking most of Caleb’s concentration with her. It was more than a few seconds before he registered Ahsoka calling his name. Glancing at her, startled, he saw her grinning at him. “Way to be subtle, Dume. You’d put Skyguy to shame.”

“Okay, that’s just mean,” Caleb told her as a speeder zipped out of the traffic towards them, coming to a sharp stop that nearly slammed into the side of the landing platform. Caleb was not remotely surprised to recognize Anakin Skywalker in the driver’s seat. He was steering with one hand, smiling easily as he hopped out and moved to assist his wife, Senator Amidala. The senator wore a dress of satiny, dark purple fabric, simply and elegantly cut. The bishop sleeves were a sheer, paler purple, beaded in sparkling patterns. Her hair was twisted up in a mass of braids around her head, strands of gems shimmering in the braids. This provided a sharp contrast to Skywalker himself, who wore simple dark brown and black robes and had his hair cut short.

Two of their children, Luke and Leia, were with them. Leia was dressed in simple but elegant white with her hair pulled back in braids twisted with silver, and Luke wore black, like his father. The blonde boy caught sight of Ahsoka and Caleb and waved as he followed his mother and sister inside. Anakin headed in as well, but not before stopping to chat with a group of men clad in blue and white armor.

“It’ll be good to see Anakin again,” Ahsoka remarked. “He gets so busy with his… mechanic shop that isn’t a front for any kind of vigilante activity.”

“I always forget how subtle your lineage is,” Caleb quipped, lifting an eyebrow at the Togruta Jedi, who rolled her eyes at him.

“You’re not much better yourself. How are you feeling about the ceremony?”

Caleb took a minute before shrugging. “Fine. It seems a little unnecessary to invite me— I mean, I barely did anything. Everyone handling the Chancellor were Jedi Knights at the very least. All I did was talk to one clone trooper at the exact right time.”

“You saved his life, and the lives of others,” Ahsoka pointed out quietly. “Don’t underestimate that.”

“Hm. And then there’s you, who—”

“Showed up fifteen minutes late with Spacebucks?”

“I was going to say who took out a former Sith lord, crashed her ship, and showed up here in time to help me,” Caleb said wryly. “But sure, that too.”

Ahsoka laughed. “Come on, let’s get in there before we get wrangled by some poor event organizer. The sooner it’s done, the sooner we eat.”

“Now you’re speaking my language.”

They headed into the hall, following Skywalker and a few others who were chatting quietly. The antechamber they entered into still held a few people, but Caleb could see most of them had moved into the main body of the hall. It was filling up quickly, and he felt his first twinge of nervousness.

“You’re feeling nervous now, aren’t you?” Ahsoka asked, sounding amused. “I’ve seen you wrangle bloodthirsty mobs— all you have to do now is stand there.”

“I know, I know,” Caleb grumbled. “Unlike you, however, I’ve never done one of these things before. Since, you know, I didn’t actually do all that much.”

“We can have this debate later. Come on, we’re supposed to be backstage.”

Heaving a long sigh, Caleb followed her down a side hall and into a back room, where there were a handful of others. Among them were Skywalker, Masters Tapal, Junda, Fisto, and Windu. The latter of which looked up at their entry, and gave Caleb one of his non-smiles. “Caleb.”

“Master Windu,” Caleb said, smiling at him and giving a respectful bow. “Good to see you.”

Ahsoka gave a brief nod, muttering under her breath, “I still can’t believe you two get along so well.”

“He’s my grand-master, Ahsoka. Besides, the only reason you don’t really get along is because your lineage is full of lunatics.”

“Okay that is not why AT ALL—”

The sound of applause from onstage cut Ahsoka off, and Master Junda said, “That’s our cue. Skywalker, Windu, take the lead?”

The duo exchanged a slightly amused look, and headed out onto the stage together. Caleb, resisting the urge to run a hand through his hair, followed the rest of the Jedi, Ahsoka right behind him.

The stage held only a podium, where Senator Bail Organa stood. Caleb knew the man— not well, but he liked him. Senator Organa gave them an encouraging nod and smile as they lined up behind him on the stage, along with a small crowd of clones. Caleb recognized Rex and Commander Fox, and gave them a quick nod as Senator Organa started speaking.

“Welcome, everyone,” he said, his voice amplified by the microphone. The murmuring crowds quieted down anyway, turning their attention to him. Caleb started looking for Hera as the senator continued.

“I’m glad to see you all here. Today we celebrate the twenty year anniversary of the end of the Clone War. While there were still battles fought with the Separatist remnants after this point, this was the day, twenty years ago, that the Jedi engaged and defeated the Sith Lord who had taken over our Senate, and, with the help of some of our noblest members of the Grand Army of the Republic, retook the Senate building from the troopers under his control.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Caleb saw Fox shift fractionally, and he held back a wince of sympathy. The commander had been one of the ones Palpatine had been controlling, along with most of his men. He’d nearly been responsible for a lot of lives lost.

“When the Jedi’s valor is mentioned, I find that, far too often, we gloss over the role of the GAR,” Senator Organa continued. “Both those who arrived on site with their generals and those who, once freed from the Chancellor’s control, joined our side. Without the help of men like Commander Fox, our Republic would not be where it is today.”

Caleb couldn’t hold back a grin as he heard raucous cheers coming from the audience, where several armored troopers were pounding their feet against the ground in approval. Senator Organa smiled as well, and waited for silence until he continued.

“The revelation of the Chancellor’s deception and his intention to tear down the Republic, replacing it with his dictatorial Empire, was a shock to everyone. Our trust was shaken, but we kept moving. Life as we knew it was suspended, an interim chancellor was put in place. We turned to the Jedi for help, and they came through as they often do, as did the warriors of the GAR, to whom we owe so much.”

The senator paused, looking somber. “There is much that could be said about this time. About how we finally righted some great wrongs against certain citizens of our Republic, or how we managed to bring the Separatists back. About how we managed to bring a time of peace. That last part is what I would like to focus on tonight, though. 

“Our time of peace was only brought about by working together, by setting aside differences for the greater good. And that, my friends, is something I would like all of you to remember.” Leaning forward, Senator Organa said, “Our greatest times will come when we work together. Not when we are divided by strife or arguments.”

He paused, letting the words sink in, then smiled. “But we didn’t gather here tonight so I could lecture you. We’re here to celebrate— to celebrate those who sacrificed their lives for us and those who are still here. And to celebrate the victory we achieved together. Because together, we’re better.”

As Senator Organa spoke the last words, Caleb finally found Hera in the crowd. She caught his gaze and smiled, and it was like she was the only thing in the galaxy that existed. Together, we’re better, he thought. I’ve never heard something more true in my life. A smile crossed his face.

He barely heard the applause as the senator ended his speech and the crowd rose to their feet. All that mattered was the moment when they moved off the stage, and Hera was with him, catching hold of his hand and giving it a quick squeeze.

Later would come dinner and reuniting with old friends, speeches from other veterans and Jedi and the most incredible fireworks in the galaxy. But all that really mattered were the people at his side now.

[burnwater13]

Greef Karga speaking with the Mandalorian on Nevarro, after they succeeded in shooting down Moff Gideon's Tie Fighter. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 8, Redemption. Calendar by DateWorks.

Grogu had heard everything Greef Karga and Cara Dune had said to the Mandalorian just before they left Nevarro. He thought it was pretty funny that anyone who had started the day before betraying them was now a good friend again. Was that why Cara agreed to stay behind? To make sure that the Bounty Guild leader kept his word? Grogu supposed that could be true. Or she just wanted her chain code fixed. 

He wasn’t sure if the Mandalorian believed either of them. He just wanted to leave Nevarro and get rid of Grogu and it had to be done in that order apparently. 

Okay, okay. It wasn’t like the bounty hunter was just going to dump him on some planet in the middle of nowhere and just leave. The Armorer had been pretty specific and if there was one thing that Grogu had learned through this mess was that Din Djarin (funny name, another he’d learned) would do whatever the Armorer told him to do. It was like she was his version of Master Yoda. Grogu couldn’t think of even one Jedi who had been willing to just ignore a direct order from the ancient Jedi Master. 

Of course he could think of two Jedi younglings who’d managed to do that and not get caught. At least they hadn’t been caught immediately. By the time they were, well, it was too late for scolding to matter much to either one of them. The thing was done, for better or worse.

It all started when Ian was complaining that it was really hot in the temple and he wished there was someplace they could go to cool off. Grogu had suggested that they go to the Arboretum. The temperature control always worked there to maximize the benefits to the plants. Ian’s all too predictable response had been that he wasn’t a plant.

Then Grogu suggested that they go to the exercise rooms and take a quick dip in the swimming pool. It was kept at a comfortable for most temperature that encouraged rigorous practice of various swimming strokes. Ian had laughed and said he wanted to relax someplace cool, not exhaust himself with exercise. Plus, swimming like that was boring. There were no waves, no sand, no critters. Boring. 

Exasperated with his friend shooting down all of his ideas, Grogu suggested that they go surfing in the reflecting pond in the Great Hall. They could even go sledding if they froze the whole thing over using the Force. To Grogu’s dismay Ian stopped pouting and huge grin covered his friend’s face. 

Grogu had been joking. Master Yoda had already told the two of them if he ever found them freezing the reflecting pond again he’d have them clean the entire exterior of the Temple buildings using just a tooth polisher. Grogu had explained that they had moved the beautiful fish that occupied the pond before they froze it, but surprising no one, Master Yoda was not the least bit pleased by that information.  

At that time they had both promised never to use the Force that way again and they managed to keep that promise for a pretty good amount of time. It must have happened at least three weeks earlier and Grogu was pretty sure that was a record for them obeying a direct order from any of the masters. But that record was at direct risk. Ian liked the idea too much. And not just the idea about freezing the pond. He wanted to combine the two ideas Grogu had mentioned. He wanted to surf the frozen pond. 

Grogu had tried to explain that there was no way to do that. To surf you needed waves. The reflecting pond was flat. So people could look into and see their reflections. They couldn’t do that if a huge wave was crashing down on them. 

That’s when he thumped his shoulder with glee and said, “That’s why we’ll freeze the gigantic wave just as it crests! It won’t crash down on anyone that way!”

Fortunately, right after he made that statement, one of the other younglings came running up and told them both that Master Beq was calling a special meeting of their group of learners. Grogu was relieved. He and Ian would have to go to that and hopefully Ian would forget all about the giant frozen wave.

The meeting was more like an opportunity to lecture the younglings about guests who would be visiting the temple the following day and that they were emissaries from Naboo. Apparently the Queen and her retinue were coming for a visit and to certain matters with the Jedi Council and the younglings were expected to behave, well like the Jedi they would one day grow into. 

Grogu had nodded and tried to look extra solemn. It was clear that Master Beq was aiming that advice right at him and Ian. There was no way that Grogu wanted that kind of trouble. Upsetting a delegation from any place outside of Coruscant was never a good idea. Even Ian looked kind of solemn. 

But he had just looked solemn. They had gone back to their classes, eaten their meal, done their evening exercise, and went back to their dorm to sleep. At least Grogu had intended to sleep. It became clear when he was rudely awakened in the middle of the night that Ian had absolutely no intention of sleeping. Or forgetting what Grogu had said earlier. 

With friends like Ian, you didn’t need to be chased by Imps… well, that’s what Grogu would have told the Mandalorian, if Din Djarin hadn’t been so focused on getting the Razor Crest all set to leave Nevarro. Grogu was certain that at some point in time, Greef Karga, being a good friend and not at all the cause of so much trouble in their life, would ask the Mandalorian to help him with something easy, admonishing his dad, ‘You worry too much. This will be a like taking out a womp rat from a T-16’, or words to that effect. 

If they were very lucky when that happened, they’d find their guests from Naboo standing in front of the ‘Great Wave’ that was frozen in the Great Hall, and commenting that it was very considerate of the Jedi to welcome them with a depiction of their most famous art installation. The Gungans were very pleased to have their work recognized that way. Grogu’s teeth hadn’t stopped chattering for a week and Ian had just smiled at a job well done.

Greef Karga speaking with the Mandalorian, while Cara Dune stands nearby, on Nevarro, after they succeeded in shooting down Moff Gideon's Tie Fighter. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 8, Redemption. Calendar by DateWorks.

[kingdomhate]

Destined

You didn't specifically know what it was that caused you to believe so firmly that you loved Darth Vader, because it's preposterous in itself. You, a lowly Stormtrooper, who has never ever done anything, never majored in anything. All you knew is how to operate a blaster and follow orders. That's all. But you had the audacity to fantasize of yourself with your own Lord? A Sith, with a tragic past, one strong with the Force, one who you weren't even sure noticed you. But you found yourself thinking you could fix him, make him love you.

What you didn't know was that Vader could sense the nervousness that seemed to encourage you not to look at him whatsoever. He could sense every one of your emotions without you knowing, you weren't really good at hiding them, even under the Stormtrooper mask.

You wandered the halls of the Death Star aimlessly, pretending to be on patrol, when in reality, you were clearing your head. "Hey, YN-447, are you off duty?" Another Trooper asks you. "Huh? Um... nah, not at all." You reply, looking up at the Trooper. "Lord Vader's supposed to be coming down here, I think." The Trooper glanced around. "W-what? Why?" You ask shakily, blushing. "Dunno." The Trooper shrugs. A second later, you hear a scuttle of footsteps and the iconic sound of Vader's breathing, and you felt your breath speed up slightly.

Draped in all black, stepping with an unspoken authority and an aura of badass. "What is your business, Troopers?" He said, with a sort of bored tone. "I was going on a walk, My Lord..." You said, the prospect of lying to him was absurd, as you knew he wouldn't fall for it. "Were you given permission?" Vader asked, his head tilting toward you, you looked up, to lock your eyes with his, even if you nor he could see the other through the black lenses. "No. It was supposed to be quick." Vader sighed, obviously it was annoying to him to have to deal with you. "I see. Clearly, you've no sense, Trooper. What's your name?" You took a second, a second too long perhaps. "YN-447." You replied.

He doesn't respond, but just nods, and he sweeps away. You stared after him in awe and felt your face heat up again. A few days later, you were called to report to Vader's chambers, in account for getting in a bit of an argument with a fellow Trooper (Aggressive negotiations). You entered and took off your helmet, you noticed he was staring outside, at Space. "YN-447, I trust you know why you are here." He spoke. "I do, My Lord." He turned to you, his hands clasped securely behind his back. "Would you like to tell me how you got the Lightsaber?" You looked up at him. "I snagged it, from a Jedi I killed." He nodded. "How did you learn to use it?" You took a deep breath. "I didn't. It came... naturally." He said nothing, and looked away from you, back out the window. You moved closer, but only slightly, not entirely sure of what to do.

Did you upset him? Offend him? Make him sad? Your eyes shifted around the room nervously. "Do you know what that means?" He spoke after a seemingly forever-type pause. "No?" You tilted your head. "You are to be trained in the ways of the Sith." Vader turned to you. "What?" You said, dumbfounded. "I hope I did not stutter." He said, his voice sounding quite sour. "A-as your apprentice? Or...?" He scoffed, not even attempting to answer that question. He looked at you, (or at least you thought he did) and said to you possibly one of the softest tones he could manage. "It's your destiny."

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[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC Questionnaire

Thanks to @illarian-rambling here and here, @somethingclevermahogony here and here, @mk-writes-stuff here, @imsoveryveryconfusedatlife here,

Rules: answer the questions for your OCs, then ask three more questions to others!

Tagging @blind-the-winds @little-peril-stories @buffythevampirelover @eccaiia @dyrewrites @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @willtheweaver @chauceryfairytales @reininginthefirewriting + ANYONE

These accidentally built up. Since I got tagged multiple times this may be a little long. I will do one OC per set.

#1- Robbie

What's your favorite type of weather?

“I mean, I guess I like it when it's cloudy, maybe even a bit gray. It feels cozy, I guess. Especially if it's cold, because then you have an excuse to stay inside.”

Who was the last person you told a secret to?

“Probably Akash. He knows my secrets better than me.”

Have you ever broken a bone?

“There was a ramp up to the playground in kindergarten, and I slipped and broke my arm on the ramp. It was the day before the talent show, so I had to go on stage with a cast.

More Robbie: OC in fifteen, OC in three, two truths and a lie, picrew

#2- Gwen

What's a childhood fear you had?

“I think it was...that I would one day find an evil clone of myself. Or a dark version of me. I guess it was all the cartoons I watched! (Laughs) I suppose those things happen a lot less in real life.”

What's in your pockets?

“My drumsticks. I developed a habit of twirling them when anxious or bored. Thankfully I've gotten boy's pants for years so I can have better pockets.”

Ever considered therapy?

I'm assuming this is post-Pt2

“What? No, I-- *sigh* I don't need therapy. I'm needed elsewhere.”

More Gwen: OC in three, picrew

#3- Maddie

Salty, spicy, or sweet?

“Spicy. I enjoy the risk.”

What is your favorite game or sport?

“Hm. Anything Mario related. But I'm really good at Mario Kart.”

What was the last thing you threw away?

“The instructions for the LEGO set I just built. The Batmobile, for the record.”

More Maddie: OC in three, picrew, two truths and a lie, filled in Bingo

#4- Noelle

What’s your favourite food?

“Saying I have a favorite food is ridiculous. It's food - if it's good, it's good. I guess anything my mom made. And I like to think my cooking is good. I like doing it at least. I couldn't pick a favorite.”

What’s the worst joke you’ve ever heard?

“Any that comes out of Robbie's mouth. (Pause) I think that was a little rude. Parker - he thinks he's a lot funnier than he is.”

If you could go anywhere in the world to visit, where would it be?

“I'd like to go wherever my dad is. Talk to him. See why he and my mom aren't together anymore.”

More Noelle: OC in fifteen, OC in three, filled in Bingo

#5- Jedi

What do you do for work?

“Oh, I love my work. I have a doctorate in the power database. I run constant tests on DNA from different Alii to compare their genetic makeup so the database remains accurate and thorough. I make notes of trends among the abilities of different Levels, as well as noting the subpowers, and how those subpowers look on a genetic Level. I am currently working with my dear friend Carmen to study the long-term effects of Alii who grew up on Ceteri, and how their powers develop throughout their adolescence.”

How much sleep do you get?

(pause, rubs the back of his neck) “I do have insomnia, so I get a normal amount of sleep for that. I may take medication to fall asleep occasionally, but I am usually reading or running diagnostic tests.”

What’s your favourite animal?

“I am particularly fond of kitsunes and water foxes. I also always wanted a pet ferretsnake, as well.”

More Jedi: OC in three, Picrew, acearo smash or pass

#6- Kelsey

Who would you miss the most if they left?

“Maddie. She's been my best friend for years. I wouldn't know what to do without her.”

What is the funniest thing you have ever done?

“Not check the bathroom stall lock in second grade. It's how I met Maddie though, so I'm grateful I did that. I also put on a handmade puppet play for my cousins a few years ago. Improvised the whole thing.”

Who cares about you the most?

“Maddie. And Hye-Jin. They've never stopped caring about me, even though they show it completely differently.”

More Kelsey: OC in three, picrew (now inaccurate since I'm dying her hair black), filled in Bingo

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites

Alright, you've made it this far. Here are the questions:

What is on your nightstand? If you don't have a nightstand, what would you put on it if you did?

What are some of your hobbies?

What is your system for organization?

[tired-demonspawn]

so i rewatched the prequels(with a friend) and they are both so much worse and so much better than i remember.

like okay phantom menace is fucking tear jerkingly boring, but on the other hand palpatines manipulation is fucking great!!!! he plays padme like a fiddle to become supreme chancellor!!!!! the entire podrace is fantastic!!!!!

but jeeeeeezus it was so boring! it dragged on horribly! it has these moments where you can see a movie there. even see a pretty good movie there! but then you have 10 minutes of jar jar fucking around in a windows xp wallpaper battlefield and you want to die a little inside

then we have attack of the clones!!!!!

amazing concepts amazing ideas but the dialogue between anakin and padme is so cringe!!!! you got the most witty funny shit with between ani and obi wan(all they banter during padmes assassination is GOLDEN) so you KNOW! you KNOW george can make good dialogue

but then ani and padme are alone and the both of them say the most cringeass fucking things!!!!! the worstest thing is that you can see what mr lucas was going for with those convos!!! YOU CAN SEE WHERE ITS GOING!!! BUT HE!!!! MAKES IT SO CRINGE!!!!!!!

the point of the "not just the men, but the women and children too" convo was to a) show anakins falling to the dark side and b) padme (righfully) seeing it as him grieving and lashing out so she comforts him because he needs someone in his corner right now who actually lets him feel it instead of the empty jedi "there is no emotion, there is peace"

the scene even starts off with something i find is a really good character moment for anakin: hes fixing a motor or something and when padme approaches with "hey you good" hes like "yknow i like fixing things, fixing things means i dont have to think about my mom being dead"

but the actual dialogue makes him seem like a fucking psycho!

which, yeah. he did, by his own admission, slaughter an entire sand people village, women and children included, but still the line could've gone a little better. the entire prequels are supposed to make him sympathetic! his fall to the dark is supposed to be a tragedy and shit.(at least i fucking think so????)

the real dialogue makes padme seem fucking blind deaf and stupid for not running away immediately, when shes not!!! stupid, i mean. she is smart and brave and all the good adjectives. but what she is most is a victim of bad writing.

lastly revenge of the sith.

i have nothing bad to say about revenge of the sith i love revenge of the sith its my favourite fucking star wars movie i love it i will continue loving it its absolutely glorious its got the best live action fights its got the best memes its got some of the most banger lines its got that one bts where hayden christensen does the flamboyant lil "oh i hate you 💅✨️" which i love i fucking love it in its entirety noone can take this away from me

but do i, intellectually, know there are things wrong with it? yes. the cringey dialogue between padme and anakin is still there(although much less!!! they have normal lines now!!!), and yknow the entire dialogue is corny period. but the previous paragraph was written with all my heart, i stand by it and nothing can change my mind.

[hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall]

Hope

Pairing: Hunter x F!Reader 

Words:  11 784 (it was supposed to be a short 2k one shot, well...)

Warning: Angst (you know me, there needs to be a story with an angst if I write it), fluff, canone violance, deaths, a mild smut, if you squint its not even smut really. But yeah please be cautious !, The bad batch (that should always be a warning), Idiots in love, and kissing. 

Summary: Rex asks you to join the Bad Batch in a mission and memories and hidden feeling come back.

A/N: I apologise for my English which I feel is just shit this time. Haven’t written anything in a while and well my written English got a bit rusty :/ I do hope you enjoy it anyways :)

I also post on AO3, if anyone’s interested :) 

It has been a while since you last saw them. They were a weird bunch, and you met some in your field of work. They were dangerous, skilled, trained but yet still so fun to be around. Something you always thought was impossible for the Clones. There were times when the Republic would use your skills for missions. Normally you were paired with boring Jedi Generals that preferred to follow the rules and orders rather than think and actually enjoy some fun. Of course there were some like Skywaler’s 501th Legion, who actually gave you a laugh from time to time. But nothing like these boys. They were different. They did not care really for any rules nor whatever anyone thought of them and it made it so much easier to work with them. 

Five individuals that somehow were able to work perfectly fine with each other. Well there were four of them, before a Reg joined them, and well the group just became more fun. You always laughed at Crosshair’s annoyance with Regs, but deep down you understood what he meant. But on the other hand, who were you to judge? 

You preferred to work alone. It was easier that way, at least in your field of specialty. Stealth missions were not a group project and you really hated the days when you got a brief to work with the Republic. Even then you opted to work by yourself, hoping the clones and Jedi would not interfere in your business. You were good at what you did, but only if others did not suck. And well these boys never did. And even if they did, it was fun at least. 

“Long time no see boys”, the four of the Clones turned and you couldn’t help the smirk, seeing their faces. Apparently good, old Rex did not dare to tell them who they were going to work with. Your eyes traveled through the group not missing the lack of Crosshair. You knew of his change of mind. Hell, you were even once faced with his new friends and his change of heart. If there was one person you never wanted to fight against, it was Crosshair and his damn Firepuncher. “And girl”, your brow raised when a small girl moved from behind Hunter. She looked no older than 13, with her blonde hair and distinctive golden brown eyes that all the clones had. You heard some rumors, but they were just that. You were sure the 99 would never take a babysitting job, but well, apparently things change. 

Before you were able to add anything else, you were crushed in a big bear hug and lifted above the ground. If you weren’t so used to that already, you would have probably let out a very embarrassing yelp. But you only rolled your eyes and let the man hug you, waiting for him to put you down, hoping he wouldn’t crack any of your ribs. 

“Y/N!” he roared happily, pulling you away shoulder length, smiling at you with this huge, baby-like smile that you had to admit, you dearly adored. “I haven’t seen you for a while!” 

“Yeah it’s been a while, boys”, you smiled softly at the other men, who walked closer. You raised a brow at Hunter’s protective gesture over Omega, keeping her as much behind him as it was possible. It seemed, however, that the girl was a curious little thing. “I guess Rex didn’t spill the name of your new partner?” 

“Who is she?” you heard Omega asking Hunter who seemed to think how to introduce you without telling too much. You smiled softly at the way the girl was looking up to the man. Who would have thought the Hunter would become a daddy. 

“I’m Y/N. It’s lovely to meet you”, you kneeled in front of the girl and smiled at her softly. “I’m some kind of a friend to this batch of troubles.” Omega smiled at that and shook your outstretched hand, apparently accepting the answer. 

“I’m Omega. I’m a Clone as well.” She introduced herself and your eyes traveled up to Hunter for a while, but it was quickly back on the girl. “Are you joining us for the mission?” 

“It appears as that”, you answered, standing up slowly. You took the time to look around the group. They haven’t changed much. Maybe they have become more tired, but that was understandable. You didn’t miss the cut on their heads, which Rex told you about before the mission. It’s not that you didn’t trust them, but knowing the chips are no longer an issue, gives you a bit of ease of mind. “How about we get inside and you can tell me what other information Rex tended to skip.” You moved past them not missing the way Hunter followed you with his eyes. You didn’t blame him, after how you left the last time.  

***

“I thought you never thought of having kids”, he turned towards you with a tired smirk on his lips. The briefing was smooth. Rex was happy to see that you found the Batch with no issue. And well the boys seemed surprised to even see you alive. But seeing both Wrecker’s and Echo’s reaction they were indeed happy to meet with you once again. Tech sent you some encouraging smiles from time to time, but other than that seemed indifferent. Hunter too focused on the mission didn’t really say much, other than it was necessary. Omega on the other hand was too hyped for the mission, which you found actually adorable. 

“She’s not really a kid, you know… More like an addition to the team”, you laughed out loud at that, making him sigh in frustration. “Don’t just don’t, please.” You walked closer and sat next to him. The couch was small, barely fitting two people in it, which led to you touching each other's shoulders involuntarily. 

“You can’t blame me for being curious. There I thought that you and your band of mischief would not be able to surprise me anymore and here I come seeing a happy little family growing.” He raised his brow and you shrugged a glint in your eyes. “I saw Crosshair.” You didn’t plan to get into that topic as quickly, but you preferred to discuss this with him alone, rather than the whole team. You could feel him tense at the revelation. Apparently the topic was still harsh for him. “Something wasn’t right…” 

“Well he works for the Empire now”, his voice was low and tone got dramatically tense. “When was it?” 

“Two missions ago. I still have a memory of it.” saying it you lifted your shirt to show him the scar that was left after your close meeting with Firepuncher. You shivered slightly feeling his finger on your bare skin. Something he missed, or pretended to at least. “It wasn’t the Crosshair I know.” 

“Well apparently none of us truly knew him”, his hand gently covered your stomach, looking straight into your eyes. The first time since you came. “Apparently it's all him, his chip has been removed…” 

“Bullshit”, his eyes widened at your angry hiss. “This is not how Crosshair behaves. He never did. Not to mention that he still truly believed that the Jedi betrayed all of us. He wouldn’t even consider it, if his chip was truly removed.” You looked away and sighed defeated. “At least I want to believe that…” you missed the subtle smile on his lips and the way he looked at you at that moment. 

He was always grateful for how you looked and interacted with his brothers. You seemed like you actually enjoyed their company, which wasn’t as common with the Regs. After all you weren’t a Reg. You weren’t even a Clone, which it was really hard not to notice. He remembered the first time he met you, your first mission with them. They were only told that they will have an additional person joining their team. A special someone with interesting abilities. Cody wasn’t one to happily join them with anyone, so Hunter knew that this someone must have made an impression on the Commander. So when a short woman in an all black armor (if he can even describe it as) he was mildly surprised. The shock stayed with him, when she took down her hood and mask. Hunter wasn’t shy with women, and he did see a list of beautiful ones around the Galaxy, but there was something about you that made his knees a little bit weaker. You were beautiful, nothing special, and yet he couldn’t take his eyes off you. Even the scar that was going through your right brow down to your cheek couldn’t take away the natural charm you had with you. 

Crosshair always made fun of him whenever you joined their missions. In the beginning he was getting annoyed with his snarks, but the more he got to see you and get to know you, the more he hoped that those silly antics would become true. The fact that you seemed to prefer his company over his brothers didn’t help his little stupid crush. You tend to spend the nights talking to him about anything actually. Some talks were deeper than others. He was able to get you to talk about your past, how you became an assassin. After one particular bad mission, that also happened to be your last one with them, he heard you speak of her future, something you always joked was not an option in your field of work. That night was also the night where you both drank way too much, ending the night under the blankets of his bunker. 

“So what were you guys up to ?” Your tone changed and you looked up at Hunter with a soft look, he was very much familiarized with. The one you always gave him when things were too much. “Except for becoming a babysitter.” 

“Actually, Omega is older than us”, he chuckled at your face and leaned over the coach, his arm naturally leaning behind your back. A gesture you always welcomed happily. You leaned towards him and it didn’t take a while for your head to rest on the side of his chest, listening to all the shenanigans they went through after the end of the war. 

***

“They seem close”, Omega whispered to Echo, who smiled softly at the two of you. It wasn’t a secret that Hunter was head over heels for you and seeing the way you looked at him it was the same for you. He was happy for his brother to find some kind of stepping-stone outside of being a soldier. He wasn't sure if anything ever happened or would happen between the two of you, but he was thankful to you for making Hunter happy and relaxed. 

“It’s quite surprising really.” Tech interjected, putting his arm on Omega to see more. It was a fun sight really. Tech who always stayed glued to his pad was curious to see whatever the young girl was seeing. “Their personalities crash like any other. She is reckless, loud and touchy”, Omega giggled at the last word, making even Echo smirk. “While Hunter isn’t well… any of it.” 

“But she’s not like that when she’s working”, Wrecker said, a little too loud for Echo’s liking. But he had to nod at that. It was like there were two of you. The mission you were focused on doing your job right. You were focused, quiet and stern. Like a real assassin. A master of stealth missions. Your hand to hand combat rivaled even Hunter’s which they were able to see on one of the missions with you. You made the poor man sweat, which was an incredible achievement in his books. Probably if the territory favored your way of fighting a bit more, it would be Hunter who would lay on the ground with a knife up his throat. “Seriously kid, watch her on the mission, she’s amazing!” Hearing it from Wrecker might probably was one of the biggest compliments you would get, and both Echo and Tech knew that it was well-earned. 

“So are they together? Like a couple?” To that Wrecker could not help but laugh, shut by both of his brothers with a stern look. “They look like they are.” She shrugged, her eyes not leaving the way you comfortably laid on Hunter with a soft smile on your lips. While Hunter was actually excited while he spoke. His hand was flying around making you giggle. Omega has never seen him like that, but she really enjoyed seeing his brother like that. And deep down she hoped you would stay longer with them, than just that one mission. 

***

“The facility itself isn’t as well secured, but this building here is”, you zoomed into one of the facilities in the back of the whole complex. “It used to be a prison used by the Sepis for the VIPs. Been there around three times. There is a possibility that some of the tunnels had been changed or some even closed. But I’m confident I should be able to navigate in there through the drains.” The Clones looked at the map and you could tell they weren’t sure of the whole plan. It was risky, but hell you had more tricky missions all by yourself. 

“How the hell do you know that place so well?” Echo asked, turning around the holo map to have a better look. They were trying to be safe, which you would expect from them, but they needed to realize that if the mission was about to be successful then they needed to trust you. 

“I had two missions from our old friends. Something the Jedi wanted to keep to themselves.” You shrugged, and started to play around with your little blaster you always carried around hidden away from the spying eyes. Just in case. 

“And the third time?” Tech asked, his eyes on you. You almost felt pride to spike his interest enough for him to look away from his pad and the holo map. 

“I was a… guest there. Those scars on my back are a great reminder of that place.” You can feel the change in shift in the room and your eyes landed on Hunter. He knew the story well, just didn’t know the place and you could see the realization striking him. “I was there for a week. A lot of time to snoop around and remember all the more and less important details.”

“How did you escape?” Omega asked, her curious eyes on you. She was an interesting little fellow, you had to give it to her. You were surprised to find out that she was joining you on the mission, but who were you to talk? She was a part of the team, if Hunter said so, then Omega was coming. 

“Here”, you zoomed in on one of the small tunnels that was rounding the prison cells and the guards section. “Not the cleanest escape, but hey I survived. Couldn’t get rid of the smell for a month.” You shivered remembering the sewer system there. “I can get to the room and get the intel Rex needs and get out of there unnoticed, but I would need you guys to keep any interested parties away from that room for about fifteen minutes after I slip in there.” 

“Quite long”, Wrecker murmured and you knew that if even Wrecker wasn’t sure of the plan then you were losing this fight. You sighed and turned off the holo map, jumping on the shelf, sitting on it comfortably. 

“I’m a decent hacker but not as brilliant as our boy Tech here”, you winked at the clone, who smiled softly at you.

“Then maybe it should be Tech that should go, then?” Wrecker proposed, making you shake your head. 

“Tell me sweetheart, why do you think I wear such shitty armor on me most of the time?” They all raised their brows. You were surprised none of them ever asked you that. “Trust me, it's not a fashion choice. For one I am not built like you guys. I’m not physically strong enough to be able to function with additional kilograms on me all the time. Not to mention my abilities focus on two things. Speed and agility”, you winked at Hunter, who’s cheeks couldn’t get any redder and you didn’t miss the snickers of the boys and an innocent look from Omega, who despite being older than damn still had a soul and a mind of a child. “An armor would affect my speed and my ability to fit into places, including pipes and sewers.” The understanding flushed on their faces. “The reason I am the only one that can go there is because you guys wouldn’t fit. Easy as that.” 

“Then what about me?” Omega interjected, her hands on her hips. In the corner of your eyes you could see Hunter ready to step up and scold the girl, but before that you threw one of your training knives from your bag at the girl who barely caught it. 

“Attack me, Omega. Your skills with your bow are incredible, trust me”, you smiled at her and shrugged. “But taking a shot with a bow takes time. You need to be able to defend yourself as quickly as possible. Show me your knife skills. If you will be able to take my knife away from me, I’ll take you.” Hunter was about to protest, but was stopped by Echo, who just smirked knowing what you were doing. There was no way Omega would be able to do it. No matter how smart she was, right now it was all about experience. 

Omega took a stance that you assumed was a copy of how she saw Hunter doing. You were surprised at the beginning to see her with a bow, assuming Hunter would teach her his ways, but he was fast to explain. 

“Close combat isn’t her thing. Maybe when she gets some experience, now it just doesn’t make sense. A simple waste of time. A time that can go into other studies. “

You smirked and watched Omega run towards you in the simplest way possible. As you were about to stop her, she threw the knife just millimeters from your face, scooting behind you to pick up the knife. You turned swiftly and blocked her attack easily, actually impressed with the plan in action. It was a good idea, maybe if she was a bit more swift and faster she may have put some pressure on you, but for now, you were able to easily stop her attack. A point of your training knife was near her throat and her weapon was in your other hand. 

“Awesome!” She exclaimed, shouting almost. You chuckled and hid both of the knives. “Will you teach me one day? That was soooo awesome!” You turned and kneeled in front of her patting her on the shoulder. 

“As much as I hate to admit, Hunter is much better with knives than I am” Omega’s eyes widened and she turned towards the Clone who rolled his eyes. 

“Someday”, he murmured and she jumped happily walking to Wrecker to high five him for her effort. 

“So what do you guys say? Will you be my decoy?” She searched their eyes, that were on Hunter who wasn't 100% sure of it yet. “How about I take a comm with me?” His eyes widened, knowing how much you hated them. They were a way to compromise your position. He gave up after the fifth mission in trying to make you take one with you for contact purposes. “Tech, can you adjust the volume to the lowest possible in case of emergency. In that case if something goes to shit, then we will keep in contact.” You couldn’t help but smile at the way Hunter sighed defensively. 

“Fine. Tech can you make one more until the evening?” The clone nodded and turned to get to his work. “Wrecker, take Omega and prepare some welcoming and parting gifts just in case. Echo try to memorize the map with all the tunnels and pipes in case Y/N would need help.” He turned towards you and shook his head. “You and I need to have a talk.” You nodded and followed him, blushing at the way Wrecker and Echo winked at you. 

***

.”We need a plan B in case something happens to you”, he started the moment they were alone. Or at least as alone as it was possible in a place like that. You looked behind at the boys and then at the man. “I did not want to talk about it with Omega.” You nodded understanding. He sat at the same couch you both sat on last evening, however this time his pose was not as relaxed anymore. He hid his head in his hands and sighed. “There are more wild cards than I can accept if I’m being honest.” 

“It’s the safest option for all of you. Of course it would put you in the spotlight when it comes to actually fighting, but there is less uncertainty like that.” 

“What about you?” You smiled and sat next to him, leaning towards his hidden face. 

“Don’t tell me you care”, you joked, hoping to lighten the atmosphere a bit. 

“Of course I do!” he half shouted, standing up rashly turning away from you. “This mission is a Citadel level hard action! We are going there understuffed with not enough knowledge, not enough people, and definitely not enough weapons. We go in there hoping things will go as planned and if they don’t, what then ?” 

“Then we leave, regroup and try again”, you answered quietly, hoping to calm him a bit. It wasn’t often you saw him like that. “This is why I will carry a commlink, if something happens on your side I will come back to you guys and we will try again.” 

“I’m not worried about us, damn it!” he hissed, turning towards you. “It’s you that I'm scared for. You will be alone in a maze of tunnels with uncertain outcome of actions! We both know that the commlink is a bullshit excuse for me to agree to this shithell! We both know that if things will go to shit on your side, you will finish the mission, send the data to Tech and make us leave. Leave you alone in there!” He howled over you, pain in his eyes so sickening, that you were unable to keep eye contact with him. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me I’m not seeing you the last time!” Something inside of you shifted. Your last night together, before the War ended, flashed in your head. The kiss, the touches, the slow and gentle movements of his hips that let you to the most amazing time of your life. 

“You became attached”, you said, your tone serious, cold and calm. You looked up and stared at him angrily. “This is like any other mission I take part in. I go do my job, knowing I may die. I don’t get attached, this is what I told you so many times!” 

“Then what about that night? What about all these things we said? All these things you said?” He was seething with anger. He knew what you were doing. A defense mechanism, you were not only protecting him, but what's more important you were protecting yourself. 

“It was just a one time thing. Nothing more”, it was like a blow. More painful than any injury he sustained in his life. The coldness in your tone made his anger disappear and he felt his fingers clench in nervousness. “Just sex, Hunter. A way to relax after an awful mission. We are both adults. If I knew you would act like a stupid kid in love after just that, then I would have never…” 

“Just that?!” He wasn’t shouting anymore. The pain in his voice was more than sensible. His heart beat so loud that it was all he could hear right now. He closed his eyes and shook his head to get rid of any unnecessary things right now. He needed to focus, this was too important. If he messes this up, he won’t forgive himself. “I’m not talking about just that night. I’m talking about all the nights we spent just talking. The ones during the War, but also the last one. I know you and you know me more than even my brothers do. I told you anything, I became vulnerable with you! I lost you once, when you left without even a goodbye. I can’t let you do that again!” 

“Kriff, Hunter, wake the fuck up!” You shouted, taking a step away from him. This was too much. The whole conversation brought up all of her fears. All the good memories between the two of them. The hope that when all this hell is over you two would be able to try something. Something more than secret touches, single nights and a quiet sex hidden from his brothers. You wanted this and more with him. This is why you fought with Rex when you wanted to send you here. You were afraid to come back here, because leaving Hunter was the most painful thing you did in your miserable life. 

But you knew your purpose in this mission, in this Galaxy. You were an assassin, a tool for whoever paid more… No, that wasn’t even true anymore. You weren’t like that anymore. You wouldn’t be here if that was true. You wouldn’t be helping Rex if you were still just a tool. You haven’t been one for a while now. And it was thanks to the Bad Batch, to the man in front of you. 

There could not be attachment in this field of work. Attachments get you killed. You become soft, you become human. You care, you feel, you love and you wake up one day looking at a sleeping form of a man that means the Galaxy to you and all you want to do is just stay and forget all about what you need to do. But you couldn’t. And that’s why you left that last time. Because attachments were dangerous not only for you but for him as well. He has his brothers to worry about and now also Omega. This brilliant, fun and amazing young girl, that you just met and you would die to keep safe. You weren’t suited for a happy ending, you wanted him to have it all, and for this to happen you needed to leave. 

You knew you were being unfair, you knew you were leading a lonely life away from the boys you learned to love like a family, without a man that you loved more than anyone in this Galaxy. But for him to be happy you needed this to end in the most tragic and heartbreaking way. You needed to be a bitch, even if it meant him hating you until the end of your life. 

“Are you able to look me in the eyes and tell me all this meant nothing to you?” His voice was broken, so vulnerable, so cracked. There was still hope, a hope that was wavering with every second you kept quiet. You took a deep breath and made a decision. You looked up and with an unwavering tone you said. 

“I’m sorry Hunter, that whatever that was between us made you believe we can have… what even did you expect? A happy little life? Kriff, Hunter, it was just sex, you were just someone that was willing to talk when I needed it. You were there when I needed relief. It meant nothing to me Sergent, it was just a good fuck, nothing more nothin less!” You turned and walked into the only secured room on the ship. Refresher. 

You waited until you could hear his steps, meaning him walking away back to his brother before you collapsed on your knees and with a pathetic sob leaving your throat you emptied your stomach.

***

His head hurt, and he felt physically sick. He never knew words could hurt like that. He was aware of your walls, of how scared you were to become close to anyone, to open up to someone. You both were so similar in that regard. But he thought, he felt that all this time spent together was something for you. He wanted to believe that that night was as important for you as it was to him. 

He didn’t know what pushed him to kiss you. Maybe it was that awful mission you both somehow survived, maybe it was the pent up attraction he felt towards you or maybe it was the thought that he could have lost you today without telling you, without showing you how much he cared for you. And so he kissed you and to his enormous happiness you were kissing him back. He groaned happily, when you strangled his hips leaning forward to deepen the kiss. You tasted sweet, despite the awful, cheap whisky you were both drinking tonight. But at this moment he only tasted you and it was the sweetest, most delicious taste he ever encountered. 

His finger landed on your hips, when he felt you move just slightly, only a friction to feel him under yourself. You parted to gather your breaths. He lowered your head and connected his forehead with yours, looking straight into your beautiful, mesmerizing eyes.Orbs he learned to love so much. 

“I wanted to do this for so long now”, he muttered, leaving wet kisses over your jaw, slowly moving to your sensitive neck, enjoying your quiet moan, when he kissed at your pulse. “Tell me to stop, Y/N. One word and I will leave you alone and we will forget about it.” You looked down at him and kissed him softly. A kidd so different then your first one. 

“I want that Hunter, I want you, I’m yours,” he didn’t need any more encouragement. It was all he needed to hear, all he wanted to ever hear from you. 

You were honest then, probably the most honest you have been with him. He heard the soft “I love you”, when you thought he was sleeping already. He didn’t miss the way you kissed his cheek before you left, leaving him nothing but an apology letter. He wasn’t mad, he understood. You two were soldiers of different kinds. You fought for the fallen Republic. He understood your decision, despite the fact that it hurt like crazy. But he cherished the memory of the kisses and touches, of your sweet moans and the soft whispers of his name. 

He understood then but now it was different. You were not bonded to the Republic. You were free, just as they were. True it wasn’t the life anyone would dream of, but it was a chance he was willing to give. He hoped to talk about it like civilized people, he wanted to propose staying here with them. There was nothing anymore keeping you away from them. You could travel with them, be with him, be happy. And yet you rejected that. He didn’t understand why you lied to him. Why did you keep on lying to yourself? Your words hurt like hell, but the fact that you chose to say them outloud hurt him even more. Because you decided to not give the two of you a chance. A chance he longed for. A chance he hoped he deserved after years of fighting for others. He stupidly hoped he deserved some kind of happiness. A piece of a life he could never have. 

He wasn’t about to fight you. You said your bit, and he did his. He wasn’t as stubborn as Echo, nor as non-understanding as Wrecker to fight for something that had no future. He was tired of fighting. He understood fighting for the Republic, and now against the Empire, but he was tired of fighting for a happiness that didn’t seem to want to stick with him. So he closed his eyes and let the sleep wash over him in hope of forgetting and pretending just for a couple of hours. 

***

The debrief was awkward to say the most. You didn’t speak, only if it was necessary. Most of the time you spend with Tech adjusting your commlink and portraying the exact way you were planning to take to get into that room. You felt the way all of them tried so hard not to talk about what they definitely heard not so long ago. You noticed how Omega was avoiding your eyes. However, you weren’t sure if she was angry with you or just unable to understand the whole situation. You knew you wouldn’t be able to blame her if it was the first one, as you have probably hurt her brother tremendously. 

What hurt you more was the fact that Hunter acted as nothing happened. Precisely like nothing has ever happened. Like you were a random addition to their team, that he met yesterday and couldn't care less about. You knew it was selfish of you to even feel that, it was your own fault after all. It was you who pushed him away, it was you who lied to his face instead of telling him the truth. But you couldn’t do that. You were protecting him from yourself, He deserved better, he had better and you would only bring chaos into his life. If you could turn back the time you would tell Rex to go fuck himself and never come here. You weren’t that selfless to forget that night the two of you shared. You wanted to remember it, that night kept you alive so many times after the War. His soft touches and words that broke your heart. The protectiveness of his arm, when he pulled you towards him after you were both done. The warmth he emitted was like nothing you have ever felt. The realization that came with that night scared you. You loved him so much that it physically hurt. It made you sick, it blocked any rational thinking and so when you were sure he was asleep you did the most selfish thing imaginable, you said you loved him. And then you left in the morning. 

“The most difficult would be to get into the tunnel S12”, you zoomed into the said place. It was the last one, following directly to the office where the data was held. “It’s bigger than the other ones, but there may be some booby traps. But this isn’t something I have to worry about.” 

“Unless one of the traps blows the place off”, Tech murmured, looking at his datapad. You raised your brow at him and sighed. 

“They’re not Wrecker kind of traps, Tech. They are assigned to stop the person who is trying to get to the place. Probably some kind of needle with poison, something fast and productive. And quiet, just in case.” 

“If that’s the case, then we would not be able to help you” Echo said, looking around the place, already trying to see a better, faster way to get to you. You smiled softly to yourself, thankful to a good old Echo for carrying even if he didn't have to. You turned to your little backpack and took out some tubes. 

“I always carry some around. I cannot in good manners know all the poisons in the world, but most of them are based on the same chemical shit, so it is easier for me to make antidotes at least long enough for me to get the mission finished.” 

“And getting out of there, right?” Wrecker asked. It was the first time he spoke today. Knowing him, he was probably the most annoyed with you. With his soft and kind heart, he probably cared the most about his brothers. 

“Sure”, you murmured mindlessly looking at Hunter, remembering your last fight. “The antidote normally works for up to 30 minutes. So plenty of time to get it all nice and steady”,:, the boys did not seem satisfied with the answer, but they knew they had to agree to it. It was after all the best plan. 

“Fine. Just to wrap it up. Omega you stay with us all the time, you hear me?” Hunter looked at the girl who nodded her head, smiling with excitement. Oh, she will give them all some trouble some day. “Tech and Echo we are leaving you with the systems. Wrecker, make sure they don’t hear commotions in the tunnels and pipes. Omega you will be our long distance girl. Make sure you don’t miss. I will take care of anyone who gets too close. Y/N, you have overly 40 minutes for the whole operation from the moment we are in the damn building. In case of any issues, commlink us. We'll do our best to accommodate you.” Professional as always. The perfect soldier. You nodded and started to repack all the stuff you would need. Two knives, your little blaster you always carried with you just in case. You looked at your other weapons and sighed. No room for them, you had to survive with what you got. A robe, some nice techs from Tech and an outside disc for the data extension. And of course your antidote. 

There was some unease in your stomach. You had similar missions before. Some were even more dangerous than others, and yet this one seemed different. You hated that feeling, you were sure that the more you worked the less the feeling seemed to bother you. You took a deep breath and looked around the boys. You wanted to say so much to them. Wanted to apologize, to thank them, to just talk but you couldn’t. You had no right. 

You turned when you saw Omega sitting in her “room” with a plushy in her arms. She looked like a kid, not a soldier, but a young teenage girl. You took a deep breath, took your old knife with you, and sat on the little stairs at the “entrance” to her room. She stared away from you and just hugged the plushy. 

“Isn’t that Wrecker’s?” You asked, smiling softly, hoping the girl wouldn’t leave you hanging. 

“It was, he gave it to me.” She answered, but still not looking at you. 

“It’s very sweet of him. He must care for you deeply, it was a special plushy for him.” 

“All of them care for me and I care for them. We are a squad, a family.” 

“That sounds nice. It must be wonderful to be a part of it.” 

“I’m sure Hunter wanted you to be, but you refused”, and the elephant was spotted. You sighed and leaned onto the wall, closing your eyes. “I don’t understand as much as they do, but it seemed like you hurt Hunter a lot and I don’t like it.” She hugged the plushy more and furrowed her brow angrily. “To me it seems like it hurts you as well.” Your eyes snapped at her and you couldn’t help the chuckle. 

“For someone so young, you sure are a perceptive little thing.” 

“I am older than them…” She rolled her eyes and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh. It was hard to remember that, but she did have a point. There was something about Omega that made you think of yourself. Way before your adult life started. You were as curious, careless as she was. Wrapped in the love around you. But with you it ended when your whole family was wiped out by some smugglers and you were left to wander the streets for food and any money. Until your “father” found you and trained you, trying to kill all the emotions. 

“There are times when you have to choose if you value your own happiness over the person you love or not.” The girl finally turned around. Her big, brownish almost golden eyes wide. “Your brothers, not only Hunter, mean the Galaxy to me. This mission, my other missions, the people I know and want me dead… This whole life is too dangerous. They all have you now, their family is almost full and I would hate to be the one to break it. You deserve this Omega. They may hate me for this, but deep down I want to believe I’m making the right choice.” 

“So you lied”, she said and you were thankful to her, that she was keeping the voice lower, to make sure they boys wouldn’t hear it. Something inside you knew though that Hunter would hear it anyway. 

“Adults do a lot of awful things, Omega. We sometimes lie to make someone safe or just happy.”

“Why are you telling me this?” She turned towards you, the plushy forgotten, laying beside her on the floor. The way she looked at you changed as well. The distance and anger left and was replaced by sadness and misunderstanding.

“You remind me of myself when I was younger. I lost my family when I was younger than you, and I don’t want this to happen to you as well, so”, you took one of your knives and gave it to her. It was a lighter one, which should fit her as her first hand to hand weapon. “Ask Hunter to teach you how to use it. It’s not a toy, sweetheart, but should help you save your family in the end if it comes to it..” She nodded and you closed your eyes, stopping the tears from falling, when she hugged you. Such a tender gesture made you question all of your decisions. 

“Get ready, we are landing!” the two of you walked to your site to get ready, when Hunter stopped you in your tracks.  So he did hear all of it. That damn hearing of his. 

“Thank you, Y/N”, he murmured and left you, to sit next to Echo and Tech. You nodded to no one and sat preparing yourself for the mission. 

*** 

“Are you not going to say anything?” Echo didn’t like the way Hunter was behaving. He was too disattached, or at least pretended to be. He knew that the conversation he had with you had left him in more pain than Echo would understand. But he knew his brother enough to know that he would never hold a grudge against someone he felt so strong for. He could see how Hunter looked at you when you were finally preparing to take off. If he wanted to say something it was the last chance. If not the last chance ever, seeing how this mission was designed to fail. One wrong step from you and all of this would be over in a matter of seconds. 

“I said all that needed to be said already”, Hunter answered, his eyes focused on double checking his equipment. He didn’t look like it, but he was nervous about the mission. There were too many unknowns. Not to mention that the last conversation with you did not bring him any peace. He hated how it ended, but it was your decision. And who was he to question that decision. Apparently nothing more than a good fuck to forget about your troubles. 

He ignored the look that Echo gave him and his eyes landed on you, who was working something on the comm, your nose scrunching a little bit. Something you’d do when you focus a lot on something. He was expecting a quiet curse under your nose and smiled when you mumbled something to yourself. He really hated how he knew you so well, he wished he didn’t and yet all these times spent together have given him an opportunity to get to know you more than anyone. He knew you loved your caff with a bit of milk and no sugar, how you preferred an awful kind of whisky rather than even the best kind of wine. He noticed all of the nerve tics you had, that you tried to hide from everyone. How you always favored your right hand in combat, but it was the left leg that did all the real damage. Or how you loved anything that was covered in chocolate. You brought them a box once. He still wasn’t sure where you got it from (he expected them to be stolen), but he had to admit, they were lovely. He knew you loved to sing in the bathroom, despite being terrible in it, he, however, never told you that. 

He frowned, realizing how many things he never told you about. How he hated the way your hair looked when you woke up. How you took care of him and his brothers. How you were one of the few people that were able to bring a genuine laugh from Crosshair. He hated how you would do literally anything to keep them safe. He was so pissed, when you jumped after Tech when he was taken by some unknown water creature. He loved how easy it was for you to talk to Wrecker, how incredibly patient you were with Echo. And most importantly he loved and hated the fact that you understood him more than he understood himself. 

There were so many things he wanted to say. Still so many things he wanted to do, but he was aware that today would be the end. Even if you all would walk out of there alive, you would leave and probably would never see them again. A side of him wanted to see you as nothing more than a coward, but he knew that it would have been unfair to you. And he hated lying, whether it was to others or simply to himself. And he found himself lying to himself about you more time than he would have liked. 

“We will enter together. We should be able to keep together for a couple of rooms before they notice us.” You started, putting on your hood and mask. All in black, all in disguise, all professional, all ready for yet another mission. One of many. “Tech, make sure you will be less occupied when I need you. I may be good, but not that good”, he smirked and nodded, putting his helmet on. Your hand traveled to your pocket and you took out a small necklace you normally wore and walked to Hunter. “Keep this for me, will you?” His eyes widened, when he realized what you gave him. But before he was able to say anything, or even worse, question you, you gave a sign for the mission to start. You watched him, put it safely in one of his secured pockets and smiled softly. You made a decision whether it was a good one or not, you hope you will have time to see. 

*** 

“It’s way too easy”, Wrecker grumbled and you had to nod. It was too quiet, and you were able to walk into the building with no extra eyes on you. Like no one lived here, like all that place was abandoned. Which was impossible, this place was never deserted. It never was and it never will be. 

“150 meters from the pinpoint” Tech said in a whisper, his eyes on the pad, already working on something you had no idea about. You never pretended to keep up with him and his ideas. You did, however, love to hear him talk about things he found fascinated. His brothers were as patient with him as they could, but you always enjoyed some good teaching. And despite all, Tech was a brilliant teacher. He never wavered even with, what some would consider, stupid questions. ‘You need to learn, and how will you learn without asking even the most obvious questions.’ 

You all stopped when Hunter’s hand flew upwards stopping you all with a swift gesture. He heard and smelled more than you. If Hunter heard something, who were you to question him. “Take cover”, he murmured and you all split up into corners. You watch with a snarl how two of the Troopers came out of the room with blasters in their hands. They must have realized you were all in. If that was the case, then you had to move. You looked at Echo and he nodded. Do not panic, after all everything went as planned. Before you were able to blink the two soldiers were laying, stunned by Echo and Wrecker. And you were free to start your part of the mission. 

“Keep your comm on” Hunter mumbled, before you walked into the drain. You turned to him and nodded, your whole face hidden from him, just as he was from you. Yet you were still able to feel his soft eyes on you. The same beautiful eyes you loved so damn much. You reached for your pocket and took out the thing you cherished the most.

“Keep it safe. I will be back for it!” and you jumped up, before any of you were able to say or do anything. That little gesture. That necklace you gave him was a symbol. Your biggest weakness yet. A way for him to realize that you lied. That he was way more important to you than you told him. It was a testament of your love. The necklace is a symbol of whatever there was between you two. Afterall, it was the first ever gift from him to you. 

“I know it’s impractical”, he mumbled under his nose, looking anywhere but you. A green, small rock they found on the mission was morphed into a necklace. Nothing too fancy, a pretty thing, and so very much your style. If, of course, you would ever wear jewelry. “And you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want to. I just…” He sighed and you bit your lip, stopping yourself from smiling at how adorably awkward he was with all this. “I thought you may like it… You don’t have to wear it or anything… Eh you know what, never mind.” He was about to take it back from you, but you snitched it, turned around and moved your hair away from your neck. 

“Will you put it on me?” You smiled softly at how happy he looked. He clasped it safely on you and was surprised when you turned and kissed him on the cheek. Something so innocent was more than he ever hoped for from you. “It’s beautiful. Thank you Hunter. I will treasure it with my heart.” 

And you did. You wore it in all your missions, you had it with you when the nights were too scary even for you. You held onto it, imagining Hunter’s adorable blush, after so many nights you woke in pain after getting shot or hurt in any way during your missions. You had all that arsenal of weapons with you and yet this necklace was the best and strongest weapon you owned. It gave you hope that there was someone there that wanted you alive. That wanted you, the real you. 

You hated yourself for the words you spoke to him, but that short discussion with Omega, with the way Echo looked at you before the mission and the way Hunter seemed to give you space made you realize that there was no other place in the Galaxy that you would rather be, than here with them. Being understood and accepted for who you really are. And loved by a man that loved you even when you didn’t even remotely like yourself. And so you made a decision. An impulsive one, but you have never felt more certain about anything else. And so you gave him your hope, for him to hold onto it and give it all back, with himself included, when all of this would be over. 

***

You tried to think it was the damn tunnels that turned smaller, than becoming bigger. If Crosshair was here, he for sure would send some snarky comment towards you. Sure you didn’t train as much as you used to but damn it, these were narrow little fuckers. What calmed you slightly was the fact that they seemed to lead to exactly the same places they did all these years ago. You looked down on your watch and smiled. The timing was pretty good regarding the difficulties it brought you to maneuver. 

You stopped absurdly and hissed the biggest curse word you knew. There right in front of you the entrance to the last part of the tunnel was gone. Well more like entombed. You sat down and tried to remember the map. Trying to calm yourself you tried so hard to remember an alternative road. You could always just come back and try another way, but there was no time for that. With your luck you would probably have gotten lost after a second try. 

“Echo” you whispered into the comm, hoping they weren’t too busy. After a beat or two you could hear a soft mumble from the Clone. “You memorized the tunnels, right?” 

“What happened?” Hunter interjected and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You should have used a private line. 

“The fastest entrance turned out to be a dead end. Someone entombed it. I could blow it up but a) it wouldn’t be very stealthy of me and b) Wreck would never forgive me.” You heard a laugh of the big man and smiled. “Echo, use that strategic mind of yours and please tell me you remember the other way around.” 

“No need for that!” This time it was Tech that interjected. You could see Echo’s annoyed face already and chuckled softly to yourself. “I encrypted a map to your commlink. Click on the orange button and the mini holo should appear.” Yu followed his order and indeed a small, mini version of the holo appeared in front of you. “If you double click on the white one it will show the fastest way around. You would need to add the entrance as not crossable and the system should be able to figure out a new way out” 

“Tech, you are a genius!” You exclaimed when the system did indeed show you another way.

“As much as I would gladly agree with you, the map is based on the information I gathered from you and any insights from Echo, so if there is anything new, like this entombment, then you are… well screwed.” 

“Trust me, Tech. This is plenty! I owe you.” You started to crawl to the other entry. “I shouldn’t lose too much time, how are you guys holding up?” 

“Wrecker is having the time of his life”, Omega jumped to the conversation and you smiled hearing her voice. She sounded tired and a little bit out of breath, but that was to be expected. 

“We should be able to stir them away from you for a while, but make sure you don’t wonder anymore than is necessary.” Hunter replied softly and you couldn’t help the smile, hearing humor in his tone. “We can give you 10 extra minutes top.” 

“More than enough” you mumbled loudly enough for him to hear you. “Oh and Hunter?” You quickly changed into the private line. “I’ll come back to you. I promise!” 

***

The new way was indeed a better option. It did take about 3 extra minutes from you, but at least you were now looking down into the data room. Of course your poor luck wouldn’t let you just do your job as you pleased, as the Warden did not mind the spectacle that The Batch was putting on, especially for him. 

You didn’t have time to call for reinforcement to get the guy out of his room, so you started to prepare a sleeping party for him, when something inside you screamed to move. You shifted just when a bullet hit the bottom of the tunnel you were in. 

“You can come out, you sleazy rat”, the Warden shouted looking up at you. This wasn’t good. He wasn’t the one who shot at you, so it meant that there was still someone there. You wouldn’t really care much about it, if the time wasn’t so not in your flavor. In approximately 10 to 15 minutes reinforcements that were surely called upon by the Warden would come and even your boys would have some issues with him. So you hid your pride and clicked on the red button on the comm. ‘It will alert us that something didn’t go as planned and you are unable to communicate with us. This way we would be able to help you in case of an emergency.’ You really did owe Tech this time. 

“I guess my brilliant stealth mission plan was not as brilliant as I hoped”, you opened the crater and jumped down, raising your hand to indicate to the bulky man with a gun that you were harmless. Well in theory at least. And damn he was huge, you weren’t sure if even Wrecker would be able to handle him. 

“We know of the rebellion to the Empire”, the Warden started slowly walking towards you. “We know what kind of information we possess and trust me when I say that I expected you, Miss L/N”, your eyes widened slightly, taken by surprise. “We don’t know who bought your luxurious services, but I was hoping you would gladly cooperate with us.” 

“Oh sure, no problem. How about you give me the data I need and then we can negotiate”, you hissed feeling a hit in the back of your knees, making you fall down. You glared at the giant who was confiscating all of your weapon. “Careful buddy, some of them are quite valuable.” He ignored you and you rolled your eyes annoyed. 

“You are quite chatty for someone called The Shadow.” 

“Shadows talk when you listen”, you shrugged and he raised his brow. “Too deep for you?” He sighed annoyed and you hissed angrily when he slapped you across the face. “How it’s true what they say, there are no gentlemen anymore.” Another blow came, this time from behind, close to your neck with something metallic, probably the big guy’s gun. 

“What we’re gonna do now is wait for the reinforcement to get rid of those little flies that apparently were supposed to get me out of the office”, you really didn’t like the smirk on his face. “Predictable, I expected more from you. After all, you're a legend. You were even a prisoner here for a while right?”

“A bit too personal don’t you think? How about you buy me dinner first and then we cen”, this time you did feel that. A kick to your stomach that took your breath away. Literally. You feel face down, your forehead laying on the floor. You were about to reboost with yet another snarky comment when you felt the big guy lifting you up by your throat. 

“That shit here is saved for at least a fourth date!” you growled trying to take some air. 

“Now before my friend here crashes your neck, would you like to tell me who sent you? If I like your answer I would even consider keeping you alive. Can say the same thing about those outside.” It was taking too long, something must have happened. Your strategy of buying them some time didn’t seem to work. So there was time for another solution. The one you were more familiar with. Get your ass out of any shitty situation. 

There was one thing about hunky guys like the one holding you. They were normally slower than normal human beings, which gave you an advantage that you were planning to use against him. Sending him a soft smile you took out a knife from inside your limited armor and with a swift move sent it right at his eye, making him stumble and lose his hold on you. You gathered your hidden mini blaster you adored so much from underneath your armor and shot him before he was able to react. You turned swiftly towards the Wardan that seemed to just now register what happened. You pointed your gun at him and walked towards your weapons and took out the disc. 

“Now be a good boy and move away from your precious computer”, you took yet another shot when he moved to the equipment. This one however didn’t mean to kill him like with the big guy, but to harm him enough to stop him from moving. Maybe Rex would be of use to a little shit like him. “Why do you guys never listen?” You rolled your eyes and started the real mission. Working as fast as you could, you started to send all the data to your external disc. 

“You guys are late”, you murmured when the doors blasted open and five clones entered the room. Echo smirked at the scene in front of him and then chuckled, patting Hunter in his shoulder. 

“See nothing to worry about.” Tech walked towards you and looked at the screen. 

“It just started…” 

“Well I was a bit occupied!” You hissed nodding to the man. “Mr Warden here wasn’t really keen on accepting a diplomatic solution to the situation.” You were pushed aside by Tech and you glared at him, which was ignored. Rudely ignored. As you were about to say something, strong arms pulled you around and you were met with a face of a very concerned Hunter. 

“Are you alright?” His slender fingers slipped on your neck, where the big guy’s hand rested not so long ago. You looked up at Hunter’s eyes and smiled softly and the loving men, who were fussing over you, like you were one of the noobies and not one of the most skilled Assassins in the Galaxy. “I’m sorry it took us longer, but they were more annoying than we thought.” 

“I’m ok, love” his eyes widened at your term of endearment, unable to keep a smile on his lips. “And don’t worry I managed.” 

“I think I’m going to puke '' The Warden hissed, looking at you.with a mix of anger and disgust. “Not only were you fooled by something as stupid as love, but you fell for a Clone?” You raised a brow at him and as you were about to answer him, you almost missed his movement and in the last second pushed Hunter away. You stumbled back and the room became quiet when the blaster hit you down your stomach. Before he was able to shoot the second time, Wrecker shot him square between his eyes. 

“Y/N?!” You heard Hunter and Omega yell beside you, pulling you to his arms. You choked, just now feeling a sting from the shot. “Sweetheart look at me”, you followed his voice and looked at him, smiling softly. “You’re going to be OK!” You heard Echo and Tech arguing, probably about the speed of the data recovery, but your eyes were focused on the man you loved. 

“I’m fine. Nothing I haven’t lived through before,” he pushed you gently down, when you tried to sit up. “Just another scar for the collection. Some more and you wouldn’t want to look at me”, you chuckled, coughing slightly. You looked down feeling your hand being pulled into another smaller one and you smiled at the girl. 

“That will never happen, sweetheart. I will always want you”, Hunter laughed quietly, lifting you up slowly. “Tech, how much longer, we’re gonna have a company very soon!” 

“Now!” he mumbled and took the disc out of the computer. Ready to go. Let’s get on the ship and I will be able to patch her up.” 

“I knew you would do it in less than 10 minutes, Tech!” You chuckled, when all of you were getting ready to leave the room.  “Wrecker sweety, can you do me a favor and leave a parting gift for them ?” The man laughed and nodded, coming back to leave the bomb to be detonated when they all would be more than a safe distance away. 

“It was 3 minutes and 20 seconds precisely, by the way,” Tech interjected and you laughed, regretting it right after when a hellish sting traveled through your body. You smiled to yourself. Despite the hole in your stomach you were happy. You were surrounded by the people that cared for you and you cared for them so deeply. And you were finally in the arms of the man you loved the most in the damn Galaxy. Ignoring his shouts at you to stay awake, you leaned your head on his chest and closed your eyes, whispering a soft apologies towards Hunter. 

***

Something was different from the last couple of times you woke up after being injured on the missions. You did not feel so warm and definitely did not hear all the voices semi whispering around you. And you were definitely not on the Marauder under all the possible blankets that were found on board. 

“Hey there, sleepy head!” You slowly opened your eyes to the voice you learned to love so much. You turned your head towards Hunter and smiled. You heard Omega shouting to the others that you were awake and the little privacy between the two of you was over when the others rounded you. 

S

“You scared us, Y/N” Echo started, smiling at you softly, but you could see his eyes betraying how scared he was before. “A word of advice. When you have a wound like that, try not to fall asleep.” You chuckled and held Hunter’s hand. 

“Try not to fall asleep in those nice and warm arms.” The boys rolled their eyes and Omega laughed at the way Hunter blushed. “What about the mission?”

“Professionalist as always” Wrecker laughed, showing you the disc that was probably full of the information. 

“We contacted Rex and headed towards the rendezvous point to meet with him. He asked if he should prepare any form of transport for you.” The room became quiet and all of the eyes landed on you. You swallowed and clenched Hunter’s hand. 

“Can you guys give us a minute?” Sergeant asked and all of them left to pretend to do something other than listen to the two of you, but just from a distance. “Here”, he pulled your necklace from his pocket and smiled, asking him with your eyes to clasp it on your neck. He helped you to sit down slowly and the necklace was once again next to your heart where it belonged. “I didn’t know you still had it.” One of his hands came back to hold yours and you couldn’t help the warmth crawling to your cheeks. 

“Of course. I cherished it all this time. It gave me hope when all the hope was lost. It reminded me of you and gave me strength to keep on going.” You looked away, ashamed to say something so vulnerable. Just not used to be so honest with him without the alcohol that normally forestalled these types of conversations between the two of you. “Thank you for keeping it safe.” You knew that you were supposed to be the one to start this conversation but despite knowing how he felt you were still scared. Terrified that the words you spoke before the mission would have scared him away. But you took a deep breath and decided to fight for it. You mentally prepared yourself for the most important battle of your life. “I don’t think it was just sex, Hunter.” Your voice, quiet, shaky with nervousness. Your eyes landed on your connected hands, unable to look at him. “There was never anything ‘just’ with you. All the memories I hold, the nights we spend talking, laughing and crying. That night when I was finally able to feel you, taste you. It was never ‘just’. You have never been a ‘just’ to me. You are the most important person in my life. What you gave me, what you helped me realize and helped me feel once again is indescribable. It is thanks to you that I am able to feel again. The emotions my father was trying to kill in me, you helped me raise them back to life. I don’t want to even think how my life would look if you weren’t in it. And kriff, Hunter, I never want to know.” 

You closed your eyes letting the tears flow down your cheeks on the covers. You have never been more vulnerable with him and to your surprise there was nothing scary about it. You looked up and smiled through the tears, meeting the softness in his eyes. 

“I have been a coward most of my life. I was running away from happiness, from a life that would give me more than I thought I deserved. I still believe you would do much better than me, but the selfish part of me doesn’t want you to explore further when I am right here in front of you.” You felt him squeeze your hand and you chuckle at his raised brow. “I was a coward when I left that night, and I was a coward when I said all these awful things to you. Will you ever forgive me?” 

You waited for his response and for just a second a wave of fear went through your body. That he will reject you, already too tired with you. A gasp escaped you when his lips met you in a tender and soft kiss. As you were about to deepen the kiss he pulled away, laughing at your pouting face. 

“My feelings haven’t changed. I know you Y/N, I knew you were protecting yourself. But I do have to ask you one thing. If you decide to give us a chance and stay, please don’t ever leave me.” You melted at his words and pulled him into another kiss. Tears started flowing again and you couldn’t help but laugh happily. “I love you, Y/N.” 

“I love you too, Sergeant!”

“I”ll let Rex know, then”, Tech shouted, making the two of you laugh out loud. You were finally, truly happy. You were at a place you called home and with a man you loved from the bottom of your heart. 

[valemya]

Idk how I’m supposed to do this but for the prompt thing 💐🍑👒🌲🍒🔥

this is so many at once... I'm going to keep it short and simple for everyones sake

💐 bouquet: who are you most excited to meet in your dr?

In my dr I am definitely the most excited to meet my pookie Tech -`♡´- but also incredibly excited to meet my padawan Ezra (yes I ripped him from rebels and brought him to tcw. reality can be whatever I want) these two have my heart in such different ways but they are both so dear to me.

🍑 peach: who are your closest friends in your dr? how did/will you meet them?

Closest friends gotta be just about everyone. Naturally its the people I'm spending the most time with yknow, Tech (obviously), Rex, Anakin.. shoutout to Shadow badbatch @badbatchbruna when she comes along too.

I knew Anakin for a long time before the war, I'd say he was my first/only friend at the temple in the beginning, so there's a special type of closeness associated with that.

Rex I haven't had the pleasure of knowing for nearly as long, but when you work alongside someone so closely and in such severe circumstances you're bound to develop some crazy levels of trust. He's the one I tell all my secrets to. We met the day before I met the rest of the 501st, in a stuffy meeting with some other newly minted Generals and Captains being assigned to their respective battalions.

Aside from being my boyfriend I get along with Tech like a house on fire. I'm drawn to people that are funny and fuck does he make me laugh. On a deeper level I'd say we understand each other like no one else, and it means I'm content to stay up late listening to him talk about anything for the rest of my life. He was very chatty the first time we met- I think I might have been the first jedi that took the time to answer all his questions about the force. Or maybe the first jedi he'd really interacted with at all. It was early on in his time as a soldier, on a mission where we had the small luxury of being able to talk for a while.

👒 hat: what’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened in your dr/that you’ve scripted?

I've already answered this here

🌲 pine: what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened in your dr/that you’ve scripted?

Not to get into the dirty details but there's a comms button on the Marauder's control panel that goes straight to the batches helmets, and I've probably bumped it and not realised it at least once while in the throes of passion.

🍒 cherries: what drew you to shifting? how did you learn about it?

What drew me to shifting is that I've always been a big daydreamer and wanted to find myself living in the universes that I loved. It began with the faraway tree. I learned about it through tiktok in 2020 and while everyone had their hogwarts dr I was committed to shifting to my queen (band) dr based in London in 1969. It sounded too good to be true of course, but I kept seeing it on my fyp and I was bored and lonely and it was a nice thing to daydream about. I started actually attempting to shift a few months later. Still going (semi) strong

🔥 fire: what’s your most controversial opinion about shifting?

I disagree with people that think having multiple s/os across realities is cheating. I understand their view, and it makes me feel a bit sad, but its not that black and white. To each their own though

[jessicas-pi]

9, 13, and 24 for the teenage rebellion au?

Yay, more asks!! :D

9. Is there a scene you wish you could've included, but couldn't? Why?

Gosh, yeah. Ever since the Ahsoka show came out, I've wanted to write a bit where Inquisitor!Ezra is assigned to babysit the newest and youngest addition to the Inquisitorius, except he also has secret plans to meet Sabine that night which he really doesn't want to miss, so he decides to just bring the kid along. What could go wrong? Well, turns out, the answer is A Lot, as the kid, who happens to be Shin Hati, books it the heck out of there the first chance she gets to cause as much chaos and property damage as possible, and what was supposed to be a nice date night turns into a mad dash across Coruscant in something strongly resembling Yzma and Kronk's hunt for Kuzco, if Kuzco was a slightly feral 12-year-old with a laser sword, and Yzma and Kronk were teenagers who couldn't stop flirting long enough to form a cohesive plan besides "follow the sound of traffic accidents and hope for the best," which I realize doesn't sound much like the Emperor's New Groove at all, but trust me, the comedy vibes are the exact same.

Unfortunately, this isn't gonna work, due to the simple fact that Mara is already dubbed Youngest Sister, and Shin is about four years younger than her, so, like... what would they even call her?

13. Write a lil snippet set in this verse.

ohhhh ok ok how about some pain???

She stumbled through the first door she could find--a cluttered supply closet--and scrabbled to release the clasps on her mask, gasping for breath. The coldness rubbed her mind raw, boring into her like blasting sand in a desert storm. She wanted to claw at her own skin until the horrible Darkness drained out of her like drops of blood. She had hoped. She had believed. She thought she could fix things, save just the child if she could save no one else. But the child was older now, and Falling farther and farther, and Anakin was a monster, and the other Inquisitors--people who were once Jedi, people who she once loved--were past hope. All was lost, and the only thing Ahsoka had managed to do was to destroy herself.

24. Ramble about something you haven't gotten to talk about yet.

OOH OK OK SOOO. At first glance, this AU is either a cracky or angsty fic, depending on which way any given story swings, without too much depth in it, where all the fics are named with lyrics from ABBA songs (don't ask me why. I don't know). But!!! There are two big, serious themes in this AU, as well. One is redemption, and the other one, which I'm gonna ramble about, is family. Good family, bad family, blood family, found family--all of it.

The Inquisitors all go by "Brother" and "Sister", and some of them--especially Ezra and Mara--actually do view each other as siblings. (Others... not so much.) Basically, as a whole, the Inquisitorius functions as a big, messed up family. Vader sees Ezra and Mara as the children he lost, but his love for them is selfish and possessive. Even the kids, to a smaller extent, also have an... I don't want to say "unhealthy relationship" because theirs is by far the most healthy dynamic in the whole Inquisitorius, but their relationship definitely isn't optimal, as Ezra's had to be both a brother and a parent to Mara since he was five.

Meanwhile, Sabine is living as a virtual prisoner with her relatives on Coruscant. She feels abandoned by all of her blood family, except for her brother. While she has friends in Luke and Leia, and a motherly figure in Vere, she's extremely lonely and isolated.

But also, there's the Organas, and the Naberries (who adopted Luke,) and even Luke and Leia--though they don't know they're blood siblings (yet). There'a also the Ghost crew (who will be showing up eventually), and while I would really, really love to elaborate on said Ghost crew, as well as SEVERAL other people/groups of people that tie into the theme of GOOD family, I'm not going to, because in this AU, the good family elements mostly tie into the happy ending, so I'd have to spoil a lot of the plot to do it.