#wine plo

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- Commissioned Art by @moonmo0n

I have peaked. I did it bestie. Wifey took the pic ♥ To us, @saengak ♥ And our baby girl / wine daddy, Plo Koon ♥

[dathomirdumpsterfire]

~~~ a little flash fic, because i couldn't resist 🔥 ~~~

Make Tea Not War

For all that Ahsoka had fretted about sending him to meet this unknown contact in her place, Plo finds the energy of the restaurant to be rather comfortable. Calm and mellow in the force. He makes a noise of interest, drifting past the welcome desk and softly encouraging the staff to forget they had ever seen a kel dor here.

There's a corner table, one with small purple flowers in a glass vase. The secret sign he was to look for. Plo spots a party of one at the table, and an empty chair... presumably for himself. Or well, for little 'Soka, but hopefully he will suffice. She had enough on her hands with the Rebellion, and he wished dearly to help where he could.

Caustic yellow eyes meet his across the room, and it is only the grace of his years which keeps Plo's pace steady. That... is Darth Maul. The crimson skin and stark tattoos are rather unmistakable. He carries on walking up to the table, then bows politely.

"Sincere apologies, but your intended contact was not able to make this rendezvous. I humbly ask you accept my presence instead."

There is a brief delay, then the nightbrother hums softly. Unexpectedly softly, for one of his reputation.

"Sit. It matters not to me who is across this table, so long as their discretion is assured."

So, Plo sits.

"That, I can certainly guarantee," he promises.

Sith and jedi stare at each other across a table decorated by delicate flowers and complementary fruits, neither knowing where to start. After a moment, it is Plo who makes an attempt to bridge the gap.

"You look well. Your current lifestyle must suit you," he tries.

Maul gives him a bored look.

"If you please," he asks, "let us skip the pleasantries."

Plo coughs, to hide amusement. He is reminded of Mace's bluntness. "Of course, of course."

Maul leans forward, fingers lacing together over one knee.

"So," the other man drawls in a sharp coruscanti accent, "Your organization needs funding, and I am willing to contribute. Regularly. Significantly."

Plo had expected to meet a potential benefactor, but he was still surprised to hear the offer extended from this particular mouth.

"You... please forgive my surprise, but you of all people wish to help... my kind, and those who strive alongside us?"

It is not safe to say the words, but they both know what he means.

Maul looks at him for a long time, a chilly presence in the force. He reaches some kind of conclusion, and sighs, looking away.

"The enemy of my enemy is my ally."

Plo blinks twice, then smiles a little, a twitch pulling on his tusks.

"An old adage, but an apt one I think," Plo offers.

The nightbrother's brows pop briefly in agreement.

A waiter comes by, a polite and sweet voiced droid that takes their drink orders, and fills them within the span of minutes. It is a minor indulgence, but Plo requests a glass of wine. Something in short supply on the little base he lived on nowadays. He slips his mask off and on to take every sip, but it is worth the while. A sweet, dry red.

The nightbrother clears his throat, almost awkwardly, and asks a question Plo couldn't have predicted. "Tell me... have you heard any rumors if the Baran Do ways still thrive?"

The sages of Dorin? Now why would he care for such a thing? Still. Even asking was an olive branch all its own.

"I am sure the winds will always favor them," Plo replies cheerfully.

Maul seems to take a breath, and when he exhales he is lighter. In the metaphorical sense, of course.

Plo hums, tapping a talon on the stem of his wine. "You have an interest in their ways?"

Those yellow, bloodshot eyes glance at him, then away.

"Ahhh," he says, "every... tradition that can weather these stormy days is to be protected. A tsunami which leaves only devastation in its wake is not to anyone's benefit."

Surprise after surprise. Plo would not believe it out of the mouth of another, but if his aural canals do not deceive him... Darth Maul just named his own master anathema. Quite the tsunami he was.

Was it still Darth Maul, he wonders... or had the infamous nightbrother taken steps onto his own path.

The jedi master bows his head, appreciating the gift of information. A grain of precious truth, extended to a make-shift ally amid a famine. He can *feel* the discomfort of honesty in the force. Precious indeed.

"Just so," Plo agrees. "Tsunami are horribly destructive. It is important to evacuate anyone who falls in their path."

There was, in Plo's mind, no greater cause remaining than extending the underground network of The Path. Sneaking out force sensitive from Imperial controlled planets was what he lived for.

A case is withdrawn from the folds of stark black robes, and pushed over to his side of the table.

"Allow me to contribute to the evacuation fund, then," Maul says smoothly, sitting back to sip at his caf with cream. "So that fewer traditions are lost."

Plo doesn't hesitate to secret away the case, not pausing to look inside. However much it is, he is grateful for every credit.

"A worthy cause, I agree."

They sit for another half hour, only exchanging the briefest mutterings, nursing their drinks. The nightbrother claims the bill, pays, and refuses thanks.

"Do not thank me, je- hnn. No, do not thank me. Be here again in three months, at the same time, alone."

Without another word, the last person Plo had expected to meet today walks away, a dark wraith in the restaurant's sea of pastels. No one seems to notice him go by. Plo's exit a little while later is much the same, though with a little less black involved.

This is NOT a ship. I just wanted to draw this for what part of my brain demands recently: background design. So there you go, experiment on the husbands.

[roseaesynstylae]

My Favorites of Jedi Appreciation

So, I've been thinking about Jedi positivity a lot lately. So, I decided to make a masterpost. Someone's definitely done this before and better, but I feel like I should throw my hat in the ring.

(There's also A Collection of Posts about the Jedi Order, Part One and Part Two.)

Fics

These fics might not be completely focused on the Jedi Order but they are portrayed positively, or they expand on their culture. Either way, I love them.

Knightrise by deviantaccumulation: In which a new Jedi Order is founded on Mandalore after Order 66.

not the place i was born in (doesn't mean it's not the place where I belong) by ghostwriterofthemachine: Jedi worldbuilding and Young Anakin and Obi-Wan being sweet.

How a Handful of Droid Poppers Save the Galaxy by Zarz: In which Appo is the hero the galaxy needs and Anakin meets consequences.

Yeet or be Yeeted by virdant: In which the Jedi tendency to jump off tall places becomes a competitive sport.

THE FORCE WILLS DOCUMENTARY by js71: Told as a documentary about the Jedi Order, there's a lot of worldbuilding and other things that make my heart happy.

Pragmatics of the Jedi by aroacejoot, ghostwriterofthemachine, loosingletters: A series that created a language for the Jedi, Dai Bendu, which is absolutely fascinating.

On Meditation by virdant: A short fic about meditation. It makes me happy.

Interviews by BloodyDevil: Interviews with members of the Jedi Order.

In which we burn bodies as bridges by GraceEliz: Jedi mourning in a bittersweet fic.

Anakin Skywalker's Guide to Jedi Traditions by loosingletters: A young Anakin's journal about his new life in the Jedi Order.

The Droid Wars by Crystalshard: R2 learns about the future and drags 3PO along with him to stop it.

Why We Did Nothing by BairnSidhe: Do you like the Mandalorians as well as the Jedi? In which the Mandalorians learn about the Jedi Order's perspective on things and Jaster gets rightfully mad. Warning: It has dark themes (among them, discussions of the murder of children, generational trauma, and Montross-related fuckery).

spilled red wine by scrapheap_redux: I was debating whether or not to add this one, but I really liked the portrayal of the Jedi when they show up. However, it has the aftermath and results of rape (not onscreen) as the inciting incident, which is why I was wondering if I should add it; I want this list to be enjoyable and I don't want to upset anyone.

Unsolicited PR From A Pirate by Everything_or_Anything, lastbattlecry, RogueLadyVader (LaylaYuy), TessaDoesThings, wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Hondo is a menace. Also, action figures.

Stolen Choices by softmoonlight: Cal, Fox, and the possibility of a happy ending.

free to find my calling by Papook: Jocasta Nu gets a squad of clones.

Always in Motion by virdant: I never knew I needed a Chewbacca time-travel fic so much.

remember me, fondly by ace_din_djarin: Crafts, Jedi, and bittersweetness.

The Bust Busting by virdant: Yoda is a troll. Dooku is done.

Proper Attire by LacieFuyu: Why Jedi don't wear armor.

Out with Lanterns by SkyeBean: Ahsoka is Mace's Padawan.

Lessons of Peace by virdant: Cody embracing Jedi culture and making dumplings.

Memories of Peace by Margan: Obi-Wan teaches the clones to make dumplings.

Home-onym by virdant: Wordplay and Jedi younglings.

In the Shadows (of Taxes) by virdant: Quinlan Vos specializes in tax law. If that one sentence doesn't make your heart jump a little, I weep for you.

hi, i'm with public relations by lastbattlecry: The Jedi need better PR. Bail Organa knows somebody.

In Which Boba Fett Becomes the Jedi Order's Feral Tooka by Zarz: The title explains the beautiful, beautiful plot.

May the Force be Taxed by ReconstructWriter: Palpatine and the IRS do not respect Jedi culture.

aphelion by Kemmasandi: Plo Koon dies, wakes up decades prior, and fixes things.

Protect That Which You Love by certifiedspacewitch: Mace takes one look at the weird old man asking for private access to a young Padawan and gets his hackles up.

jedi shaming by braigwen_s, evaceratops: Short but hilarious.

The Chess Match Begins by SilverWingedWolf: The relationships between Jedi and clones.

Five Jedi Who Signed the Wall on Mapuzo, and Two that Honored Them by TheSecondBatgirl: The title explains the premise in the best way.

You're Not Flawed Darling (You're just a Little Under Rehearsed) by CombatBootsandDreams: To quote the tags, the Jedi diplomatic corps is intense.

A Little Piece of Home by Maeve_of_Winter: Anakin discovers a new form of moving meditation but worries Obi-Wan won't approve. Quinlan does his best to encourage Anakin to tell him anyway.

shining like a lighthouse from the sky by loosingletters: Rumor has it, if you clean up one of the droids in the temple the day before your Gathering, Anakin Skywalker himself will take you to Ilum. Or: Anakin loses his lightsabers and is absolutely popular with teeny tiny Initiates.

the heart of kyber by outpastthemoat: Stories about lightsabers, masters, and apprentices.

吃飽了嗎? | Have you eaten your fill? by virdant: A collection of fics about food and how food is an articulation of love.

I'm Counting On You by Rivulet07: Not all initiates become Jedi, Mace helps Chirrut find his place.

Being a Jedi by wanderingjedihistorian (RangerJedi67): Scenes, musings and drabbles for Jedi June fan event.

Jedi Parables by Peppermint_Shamrock: Values are often passed down generation to generation through stories, parables, and fables. What stories might the Jedi teach their children?

Five Meditations of Jedi Depa Billaba by skatzaa: What is says on the tin. (Plus one more, for good measure.)

Jedi Culture and Teachings in Canon by gffa: Not a fanfic, exactly, but it's a collection of everything textually said in Disney canon about or by the Jedi Order.

Emotion is our Shared Tongue by virdant: A series of one-shots and fics that explore Jedi language and communication with the Force.

Saber-Assigned Soulmates by inimitability: A slight mishap in the mess hall leads to Obi-Wan giving some very interested troopers a crash courses in lightsabers. Specifically, why some people can pick them up but others can't. Even more specifically, what Jedi erotica holonovels did or didn't get right regarding lightsabers and soulmates.

Shereshoy by SailorSol: This was not how Mace wanted to start his day. Contrary to popular belief, Mace Windu did not actually enjoy being a hardass. But as head of the Order, it was a carefully crafted persona he did his best to maintain anywhere outside of private quarters and behind closed Council doors.

permission to speak by qigiined: Mace is trying his damnedest to file the Temple's taxes among other daily tasks. Plo and the rest of the Jedi Council help and hinder him.

Misadventures of Jedi Generals by Cuthalion97: The tags "Overall insanity" and "Jedi and Clones wreaking havoc on the galaxy at large" sum it up.

Ephemeral Extracts from the Archives by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): “Good Morning, Coruscant Temple Archives, this is Mira speaking, how can I help you today?” ** Jedi Knight Mira staffs the front desk of the Coruscant Temple Archives.Here are 5 of her interactions with users.

Your Solleu.gal order of 3 000 000 items by Oriki-Miitad (Sneaking_UnicornWitch): The Jedi high council has received some very strange comm messages over the thousands of years that it has existed. Here's a few.

Memo: Jedi Maintenance (The Care and Feeding of Your Jetii) by RainofLittleFishes: The Care and Maintenance of Your Jedi: A Clone Trooper's Guide.

Jedi June 2020

Jedi June 2021

Jedi June 2022

Jedi June 2023

Blogs

There are only so many times I can say "I love this so much, it makes me happy, please know you have filled my head with knowledge and my heart with joy" before it gets repetitive.

gffa: FILLED WITH WONDERFUL THINGS. I would marry this blog if I could. (I'm joking...mostly.)

projediagenda: All kinds of thought-provoking stuff that makes me happy.

ensomniaa: As they put it, nothing but love for the Jedi.

the-jedi-love: Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

bbygirl-obi: Pro-Jedi all the way.

smhalltheurlsaretaken: So much loveliness.

[charmwasjess]

Last Line Challenge

I got tagged by the lovely @wonderland-s-angel a couple days ago! Thank you!!! :D

I'll tag @bolithesenate + @purple-ant + @rochenn + @dapurinthos And for y'all, how about some of the long overdue next chapter of the Thunder Answered Back? I'm working on it and the time travel au this week.

“But… sixteen years. If I’m counting back, that…” Dooku trailed off, swallowed, and began again with some effort. “When… Sifo-Dyas accepted his seat on the Council, did he still–”

“Get that name out of your vile mouth, Sith!” Jocasta interrupted, surprised to find she was shouting. Her fingers spasmed against the lightsabers clipped at her waist. Black stars, she wanted to kill him all over again. She had been compartmentalizing that particular revelation from their night of wine and horrors. 

The last time Jocasta had seen Sifo-Dyas, he had been in the Temple hanger, prepping his ship to leave on some routine duty. He’d been smiling that small, secret smile of his that could be so charming or wicked, depending on what was behind it. Odd, she’d thought, at the time. Sifo-Dyas smiled so rarely those days. 

Later, Jocasta headed the investigation into his murder. The last, bleak gift she could give her lost friend, though she was as unable to help him in death as she had been in life. In the end, it was Plo Koon who brought his lightsaber home from that lonely crash site, and Anakin Skywalker and Obi-Wan Kenobi who had followed the trail back to the Pykes. She read the incomprehensible words in their after mission report but could not believe them. Skywalker and Kenobi were the finest of Jedi, but surely, they’d simply come to the wrong conclusion. That Sifo-Dyas had been duped or used, yes, caught up unknowingly in some tangled, greater scheme that went back to the Sith, yes. That it had led to his death? Even that she could believe. In some ways, it was a marvel that it hadn’t happened to him sooner. 

But Dooku? Even then, even after everything he had done, she could not believe it. She had known the two together for their entire lives, since their boyhood friendship. It did not seem possible that Dooku could have ever truly meant Sifo-Dyas harm. 

Until last night, when Dooku confirmed it all.

Now, she realized she understood that elusive smile at last. Because Sifo-Dyas hadn’t been off on whatever errand he’d lied to her about that day. He’d been going to see Dooku.

It’s difficult, this business of knowing things, Sifo-Dyas had once told her. He’d been smiling then, too. 

[swbumblebee]

They were having a lovely cosy night. Some nonsense holodrama was on, the heater was blasting and Jedi Master and Time Traveller Plo Koon was idly scrolling through a pad contemplating a second glass of wine. From his own comfortable spot on the sofa next to him, his partner in time travel and Master of the Order Mace Windu sighed and shifted his feet of the caff table next to Plo’s own, not a moment before an alarm on his chrono went off.

Plo grunted questioningly at him, feeling uncharacteristically lazy and sleepy. The other man stretched as he stood up.

“Meeting with Cin about The Tournament” he mumbled back, gathering himself.

“Oh!”

Plo loved The Tournament. He’d missed it so much during the war, that first time round. The annual Coruscant Temple Sabre Tournament was something so special. Seeing aged Masters grumbling good naturedly trying to catch their breath, energetic young Knights teasing each other and Padawans gleefully egging each other on brought a sense of camaraderie and family that was lost forever once the war began.

“I’ll come with you” he decided, ignoring Mace’s surprised expression as he sat up with renewed vigour.

---

Plo tuned out as Mace and Cin Drallig, Battle Master extraordinaire, gestured at charts and catering costs on one of the benches in the corner of the main dojo. Neither seemed to mind his presence, Cin seemed unsurprised when they came as a pair.

While he left the boring logistics to the two senior Jedi he scrolled through the contenders list, comforted by the familiar names and intrigued by some interesting matches. It would be a lively affair.

He frowned, noticing something as he got to the Knights section.

Kab…

Kedib…

Kirin…

Krag…

He frowned further, checking the Senior Padawan section just in case.

Nope, not what he was looking for.

“Has Knight Kenobi not signed up for the tournament?” he asked loudly, interrupting the other two and not caring one bit. He got a pulse of mild irritation from Mace but interestingly, Cin simply let out a breath.

It wasn’t compulsory for every Jedi to take part in the tournament but there was certainly an obligation, particularly for Knights, to act as an example for their peers. To learn from each other and to inspire the next generation. It was just the Done Thing.

The Battle Master for the temple looked uncharacteristically perturbed.  

“Kenobi…” he sat back and folded his thick arms, pausing, and Plo saw Mace’s face sharpen in stern worry.

“He’s been here… a lot, in the past few months. At funny times.” Cin said, clearly picking his words carefully. “I’ve been helping him along, but most of the time I’m not here. I only see his name on the sign in sheet at all hours of the night.” He explained slowly.

Plo and Mace exchanged glances. That wasn’t good.

“Hmm. He didn’t sign up last year I assume, for obvious reasons” Mace asked with raised eyebrows.

Cin nodded.

“He’s changed his form since then, I’ve tried to ask him about it a couple of times but you know how he is.” He had a familiar look of exasperation on his face. Plo knew it well. When he didn’t want to, there wasn’t a force in the Galaxy that could make Obi-Wan Kenobi talk. Plo remembered it only got worse with age, to the infuriation of Sith across the galaxy that first time around.

Mace sighed and leaned back.

---

The Master of the Jedi Order cursed to himself under his breath and barely resisted the urge to grumble at nothing. He knew Obi-Wan somehow managed to function on dangerously little sleep (at all ages, apparently) but he himself had never managed to master the skill and his mood was as dark as the Courscant sky outside, at 3rd hour. Plo had offered to go, but Mace had a worrying suspicion it would end in a cuddle and a nap rather than what was necessary.

He was trying not to dwell on how suspicious he looked, loitering outside the main Dojo at this time of night, when his quarry came quietly and around the corner apparently deep in thought.

23-year-old Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi came to an abrupt and (rather comical) startled stop.

“Master!”

“Good evening, or should I say, good morning, Obi-Wan” Mace made no move to step away from the door to the dojo, but neither towards the young man in front of him.

“I…Hello there, Master. What…” the young man faltered, clearly still trying to find his footing. “What…are you doing here?” he asked cautiously.

Mace noted he definitely wasn’t at his best. Obviously not as well put together as he was in the daylight hours, there was none of the usual perceptive glint behind his eyes, his hair had obviously been pushed hurriedly into place and his robe was nowhere to be seen.

Mace shrugged.

“Shall we?” he gestured to the door behind him, entering the dojo.

Obi-Wan looked at the door dubiously before following.

“So.”

They stood in the vast hall, facing each other. Mace was very conscious they had both taken up sparring positions. So be it.

“So” he repeated calmly. “Do you want to tell me why you are practicing at this force-forsaken hour or shall I beat it out of you?” he asked politely with a smile, shifting his stance a little.

The young mans eyes narrowed.

“I don’t know what you mean Master, the Dojos are open all hours, surely encouraging practice at all hours” came the similarly polite answer.

Mace rolled his eyes.

“Fine.” He ignited his purple blade and assumed the opening stance of his favoured form, Vaapad.

“Come on then” he instructed the Knight. Obi-Wan’s eyes widened a little in surprise upon realising his mentor was serious, but then were filled with resolve as he too changed his stance.

And then immediately Mace Windu had the breath knocked out of his chest when, instead of the classic Ataru that he’d come to associate with the young Obi-Wan (indeed, the form he had become known for after using it to defeat Darth Maul) he was instead faced with the dramatic stance of Soresu.

He cursed himself, Cin had mentioned it but seeing it was something he had not been prepared for.

Lightsabre parallel to the floor and left arm extended with fingers pointing towards him, for a split second it wasn’t vulnerable, unsure Knight Kenobi Mace was seeing, it was the fearsome Master Kenobi. The Master of Soresu, and his comrade in arms. He’d seen that stance in the very worst of situations and every time it meant hope and determination.

“...Master?”

He was snapped back to the present by the slightly awkward prompt from the young man in front of him.

He grunted, trying to find his mental footing again.

“Not all of us are at our best at third hour young Obi-Wan” he grumbled, gratified when he got the ghost of a smile in response.

“Now then, let’s begin. And we will be speaking when I win” Mace warned, very clearly the Master of the Order.

Obi-Wan said nothing, his lips thinning as the match began.

---

The Master was gratified to see the young knight was panting a little as he yielded the match. Mace hadn’t won against Master Kenobi very often, in that first time around. It was good to know he still had some years left to enjoy it.

But not long, he noted. The young Knight was not there yet of course, but it he was good. Incredibly good for a Jedi of his level, using a difficult form. Mace was impressed.

“That was impressive. Very impressive Obi-Wan” he said, clapping him on the back as they both made to sit on the benches around the side of the dojo, Obi-Wan seemingly having lost the energy that fuelled his usual stubbornness, he allowed himself to be led by Mace.

“You’ve changed form.” the elder Jedi pointed out, cutting straight to the point. It was too early for beating around the munjabush.

“I have.” The young man beside him was looking at the floor as he answered. Mace felt the atmosphere in the room dip, the force tingling in his ears.

“Why?”

There was a pause. Obi-Wan kept looking at the floor.

Mace sighed.

“I hope you know, Obi-Wan, that you can tell me anything.” He said gently, projecting trust and safety at him through the force.

His young companion looked up at him with a watery smile. He took a breath.

“After Qui-Gon, after Naboo” he started slowly, seemingly choosing his words carefully “I kept trying…” he faltered, a faraway quality to his voice.

“Every time I started Ataru, I was back there behind the ray shields.” he said softly, looking down at the floor again. “After a bit of trial-and-error, it appeared to be a trigger for me, so I decided to change forms. Soresu seemed like a natural choice, I have a Padawan to defend now after all.”

Mace starred at him, finding himself once again at a loss. He knew Obi-Wan had changed forms at some point, but he’d never really given it much thought first. Lots of Knights experimented with new forms as soon as they were out of their Master’s shadow. But they generally didn’t do it incognito.

“Is that why you’ve been pushing yourself so hard? Coming here at all hours on top of everything else?” he asked, keeping his voice gentle.

His companion cleared his throat.

“It was difficult, at first. I didn’t…didn’t want anyone to know in case…” He trailed off.

Understanding dawned for Mace.

“In case you couldn’t do it.” He clarified, dismayed when he got a silent nod in return.

“Obi-Wan” Mace didn’t quite know what to say, working very hard to release his complicated emotions into the Force before the suddenly fragile man next to him picked up on them. Not least his slightly irrational anger.

“Please, please tell me you didn’t think we’d reject you or punish you because you couldn’t pick up a lightsabre.” He asked with a groan. The young man looked up at him in shock at the judgement in Mace’s tone. Giving him his answer.

“Er…”

Mace turned to him and shook his head in disbelief.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, you are a talented, intelligent person who is an asset to the Order in more ways than I can list at this time in the morning. You are worth far more than your warrior skill” he took a breath, taking in the bewildered and slightly alarmed face next to him. “And I am sorry that that hasn’t been made clear to you.” He finished with a gentler tone, shame swelling slightly within him.

He felt a slight tug on his bond with Plo, the other Master picking up on the maelstrom he was feeling. They’d have to meditate later.

Obi-Wan obviously didn’t know what to say, and Mace was satisfied to let the words sink in for a moment.

“Do you think, perhaps, that it might be prudent for you to speak to someone about all this?” he suggested lightly. “We have an entire wing of Mind healers for a reason, my friend.”

Obi-Wan chewed his bottom lip, looking achingly young.

“I don’t know” he said slowly. “Qui-Gon never really liked…” he trailed off again, looking at the floor.

Mace rolled his eyes.

“Yes well, Force love him he was a good friend but Qui-Gon was a complicated man and let’s be honest, could be a bit of an idiot at times” he said, making sure his fondness for his old friend was obvious, pleased when it brought another watery smile out of his young friend.

“Maybe.” He admitted.

Mace decided to take what he could get.

“Please think about it. If you like, Plo or I could go with you” he offered. This time he did get a full smile and a slight eye roll in response.

“I’m sure I can handle it Master, I’m perfectly capable-“

“I know I know!” Mace held up his hands in defence “Just the offer is there.”

He stood up.

“Now then, time for bed I think” he activated his Senior Master mode, suddenly all business. “Please stop practicing at stupid hours of the morning, you’re making Master Drallig nervous. Sign yourself up for some proper tutoring” he instructed.

“Yes Master” Obi-Wan stood with a bow of acquiescence before they moved together towards the doors.

“Oh and Obi-Wan” Mace caught him as they closed the doors and stood in the silent corridor. “Do think about signing up for the tournament. You have a lot to offer.” He suggested.

The other Jedi hesitated.

“I…I will Master” he promised with a dip of his head.

“That’s all I ask” Mace reassured.

After they separated with one final bow of goodbye, Mace leant against the cool wall in relief, letting his emotions wash over him and into the Force, with the Force equivalent of a grunt from Plo down their bond.

He’d never known about Obi-Wan’s seemingly classic case of PTSD. And the obvious fear of rejection made his unrelenting quest for perfection and independence, that first time around, make sense.

But not this time. Mace smiled. They had a long way to go, but acknowledgement and mind healers were good, and Mace and Plo would be there every step of the way. This time.

[481mclarg]

Scared to love you | AL65

★ I've never been good at telling people how I feel, but you make me want to try.

STLY      •      FANFIC + SMAU

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matteolombardi: Yeah, I was talking about Pascale

user1: THE FLOWERS?????

dinobeganovic: Ok, yeah. No - I'm okay. Yeah... I always knew I wasn't important for you anyway

paularon: The drama ???

dennishauger: So proud of you, Tteo 💪

user2: He went with Charles to see Arthur race 🥺🥺🥺

giancarlogirotti: Pupo♥️♥️♥️

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user3: GIANCARLO IS BACK😭

arthurleclerc: Leclerc home misses you, Lolo

matteolombardi: I guess I'll have to make a stop there in Monaco before returning to Italy

user4: "Leclerc home misses you", and the Leclerc home is only he

user5: "JUST BECAUSE" OKAY ROMEO

user6: Is it casual when I appear (at least) twice in your year dump?

user7: I'm pretty sure the Paris photo and the flowers were him too

user8: appear more him that Charles😭

matteolombardi

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matteolombardi: Winter break! We were doing some cool things like walking around, taking old man to eat fancy dinner, and petting Val :)

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dinobeganovic: Who tf is WE

giancarlogirotti: Sei fortunato che ti amo come se fossi mio figlio (You're lucky I love you like a son)

matteolombardi: E ti amo come un padre ♥️ (And I love you like a father)

user9: Okay, so, «we» is not the Barcelona Team...

user10: I can only imagine the whole group shouting at Dino bc he talks too much

dinobeganovic: And you're so right

paularon: We are never telling you a secret again

user11: So,,, When are they going to confirm?

user12: He's spending Christmas with Giancarlo and *someone else*

user13: Did Giancarlo give his approval to his partner?

arthurleclerc

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arthurleclerc: 🍝🎅

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user14: Since when does he have a cat???

user15: Is that Val?

user16: So, Arthur DEFINITELY spend Christmas with Matteo and Giancarlo

dinobeganovic: Is that white wine good?

user17: DINO

dinobeganovic: I SAY NO. 🤐

user18: Plot twist they aren't dating, and Dino just likes to play with us

dinobeganovic: 🤭

olliebearman: That is NOT homemade pasta🤨

arthurleclerc: We were kinda... busy. We ran out of time to make homemade pasta

olliebearman: 🤨🤨🤨

arthurleclerc: Not giving more details

olliebearman: I don't need them, thanks

arthurleclerc

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arthurleclerc: And happy new year, guys !!!

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charlesleclerc: You finally come home

arthurleclerc: Easy, old man. We even buy you dinner

user19: He's definitely spending so much time with Matteo

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user20: And Matteo is...

matteolombardi

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matteolombardi: This man talks too much, take him away from me

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user20: HERE HE IS !

user21: Plot twist he's dating Charles

charlesleclerc: Watch your words, kiddo

matteolombardi: omg and you sound like Giancarlo

arthurleclerc: He's calling you old, Charles. You're an old man 🫵

Giancarlogirotti: Watch your words, ragazzo

arthurleclerc: Sorry sir 😔

matteolombardi: I'm not sorry 🤷‍♂️

matteolombardi

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matteolombardi: Happy birthday to me :) Thanks @/dennishauger for the tour

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user22: HAPPY BDAY KING🎂🎉

charlesleclerc: Happy birthday, mate ♥️

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user23: This is not a Barcelona Team trip bc I just saw a photo of Dino on the beach

dinobeganovic: THIS TIME I DON'T SAY ANYTHING IT WERE YOUR FANS @/matteolombardi

user24: Reject Modernity (Matteo x Arthur), Embrace Tradition (Matteo x Dennis)

user25: MLxDH... It's been ages since I last heard that ship... 🥃🚬

user26: Back to the traditional values (Matteo & Dennis ship)

user27: Matteo+Dennis shippers emerging from beneath the rocks after months of Arthur+Matteo

dennishauger

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dennishauger: Happy bday bro🫡

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matteolombardi: 🫶

user28: Oh! There is a 3rd person–

user29: Finally, our time has come, Arthur x Matteo x Dennis shippers

user30: ultimate plot twist: they are a polycule

user31: Plot twist the whole Barcelona Team is dating each other

user32: Matteo and his many boyfriends

user33: So, Matteo is the 2nd father of Theo, the snow bear – Ollie's son?

olliebearman: Nah. I'm a single father

arthurleclerc

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arthurleclerc: Matteo's Day 🫡 hbday bro. (RIP Dennis Hauger 2003 – 2025).

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user27: oh nvm, there was arthur too

user29: Haven't you heard about... Dennis/Matteo/Arthur polycule? I think you might be interested...

user27: I'm in 🤝

matteolombardi: ♥️

user34: RED HEART FOR ARTHUR !?

user35: I'm sure they are laughing at the comments

user36: They are laughing at US

user37: bro (affectionate), come back

user38: At least ,,, I can say that their trips seem pretty funny

user39: THEY KILLED DENNIS ??!!

user40: That comment – Hell no. We AREN'T analyzing the emojis they use😭😭😭😭

481MCLARG | 12 . 02 . 2025 | SIN CORREGIR

[fanfic-obsessed]

Somehow Palpatine Returned

Ok I had a hilarious thought and I need to share it with all of you. I don’t normally venture into the Sequels, for all that I have been a FinnPoe and a FinnPoeRey shipper for years, or into anything close to canon,  but I want to share this with you. 

Picture if you will the moment where Poe is telling the audience that ‘Somehow Palpatine has returned’. Ponder for a moment Obi Wan Kenobi, in the Force, at that moment. The look on his face. 

We are going with, somehow, Palpatine managed to hide his real identity from the Force Ghosts so they did not know he was still alive. 

We are also, from my own personal headcanon, going with the idea that Obi Wan severely dislikes (as close to hate as he is capable of) Palpatine and has for almost fifty years at this point.  Like 90% of the horrible things that happened in Obi Wan’s adult life can be traced back to Palpatine (both directly and indirectly).

At the moment that Poe reveals that Palpatine is back, in the Force Obi Wan starts swearing. He starts swearing in every language he knows. He starts mixing languages in his swears. He starts inventing new curses and new languages to be able to express his displeasure at the news. 

Obi Wan Kenobi is about ready to materialize into the mortal plane for the sole purpose of ripping Palpatine’s arm off and beating him with it (in a way that violates all manner of physics and Force). 

Slightly to the Left of Obi Wan, Anakin Skywalker is staring at his grandson in mild horror going ‘why are you…this’. 

The Force starts manifesting people to calm Obi Wan Kenobi down (For fear that Obi Wan will break…everything). First Force Sensitives and Jedi he cared for, then Clones, then non force sensitives, even a few old enemies.  

Note 1: Maul appears at one point and screams ‘Kenobi’ for a really long time, to the point that everyone else (other than Obi Wan) looks at him. He shrugs and goes ‘I just wanted to get your attention’ then goes to sit down next to Satine so they can both score Obi Wan’s curses while splitting a bottle of Force Wine. 

Note 2: Maul and Satine have a weirdly cordial relationship for being a pacifist government official ex girlfriend of a Jedi and the Sith Warlord that murdered her in front of said Jedi, but they have found in the afterlife that they both get joy from the face Obi wan makes when they argue about something inane with him. Also they may be each scoring Obi Wan’s swears (with the occasional addition of Yoda, Dooku, Ventress, and Padme) but they are using different metrics so their scores are vastly different at all time (Maul is scoring on Creativity, Violence, and the number of organs violated; Satine is scoring on creativity, number of languages used, how poetic/rhythmic, and how well it translates into basic).

A battalion's worth of clones are arrayed around Obi Wan, taking notes. Quinlan Vos appears and vanishes in rapid succession as he helps to calm then egg Obi Wan on (at which point the Force yanks him away only to be convinced to put him back). Cody tries to calm Obi Wan down for precisely three minutes, then he realizes what has Obi Wan so steamed. At that point he goes ‘no this reaction is completely valid’ and starts discussing how one would make some of those curses a reality (as they do violate physics, the Force, and human structural integrity. Also Palpatine does not even have some of those organs) with Qui Gonn Jinn, who is deeply amused but happy to bond with his pseudo son in law. 

Plo Koon wanders through and announces that he is adopting all of the new stormtroopers both dead and living (in the mortal plane Finn, Rose, and others suddenly get the feeling that they have been absconded with and have no idea why). 

In one corner Anakin, still despairing over Kylo Ren/Ben Solo and his life choices, is having an ongoing yet supremely awkward family reunion with one or more of the following at any given point and time: his wife, whom he had a hand in killing; his daughters adoptive parents, whom he helped murder; his daughter’s husband, who he tortured, froze in carbonite, and sold to a bounty hunter; and his step brother and step sister in law that rose his son on a planet that Anakin hated, whom he only didn’t torture because he never remembered they existed; Assorted Jedi who he had been close to, whom he might of had a hand in murdering.

That one corner has so much passive aggressiveness that it is insane.  A lot of Anakin asking out loud why Kylo Ren is…like that with one or more of the previously listed people going ‘Maybe if his grandfather didn’t become a Sith, Ben wouldn’t have gotten the idea’. Which is both slightly unfair, as Anakin had been dead by the time Ben Solo was born, but also funny as anything. 

Also no one in that corner was actually discussing their elephant in the room, which was Anakin turned out to be THE PROBLEM for two decades. 

There is an ever growing parade of everyone Obi Wan has ever met being thrown at him by the Force because the Force effectively went: SHIT that is a lot of anger. Deflect.Deflect.

[lune-de-miel-au-paradis]

Who you belong to

Summary: You plan a date night with Wolffe going to a concert for a band you both love. You decided to have some fun and choose a sexy, tempting outfit for your Commander. Turns out the lead singer had his eyes on you and Wolffe needs to remind you who you belong to.

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW,18+ (minors pls don't read), biker!Wolffe, sorta possessive Wolffe, jealousy, fingering, kinda public sex, grinding, language, growling, biting, kinda dom!Wolffe, blowjob, Wolffe being Wolffe, soft Wolffe, feelings, mention of a real life band and band member, a few easter eggs as characters, mention of readers looks, a bit long  (I hope I haven't left out anything.)

A/N: This is a gift for my lovely dear also super talented writer (check out her fics!)  friend Gabi! 💖@cloneloverrrrr

I know you love Wolffe and this band so this is especially for you to enjoy! I wrote this in vacay so pls forgive me if I mistyped something. Also this is my first fics post for a very long time so pls be kind. And this is my first ever smuty, spicy fics so Im super excited but also anxious about it. I really hope you'll like it. (I like criticism, but only if you guys are kind and not rude.) And forgive me if something is not correct with the grammar because english is not my first language. There is gonna be a part 2. (smutty!) coming in this week. 

Moodboard made by me in Canva and pictures from Pinterest.

Pls enjoy! 

Satisfied, you looked at yourself in front of the three-part standing mirror. Today promised to be a particularly good day. You finished your job early, so you had time for a pleasant bubble bath and some pampering rituals, which only boosted your confidence even more. Somehow your feminine energies were at a high level today. Several of your customers asked what serum you use, telling you that your skin is almost glowing, and even your hair is shining brighter. Maybe it's the position of the stars, maybe it's the full moon, or even more so, the fact that you happen to be on a date with the hottest Commander of the GAR, Wolffe. Your Wolffe.

Hound introduced you to each other when little tooka kittens moved into the air vent of Fox's office. You were the only applicant who was willing to take in the black and orange colored kittens. Fox and Wolffe were having a few words over a cup of caf when you and Hound arrived at the office. As soon as Wolffe saw you, he knew it was over for him. He fell into you hard, deep and inexorably. He immediately introduced himself, and although you were a bit surprised at first by the approach of the grumpy intimidating clone, you noticed over a little time, the softening of his dark and serious gaze as he looked at you with his silver and whiskey colored eyes. 

You were the only woman who found a crack in his hard, cold armor and moved straight into his heart.

It's been half a year already that you are officially a couple. As far as the strict rules allow. (You had Master Plo's blessing, and that was all that mattered to you. Rules are meant to be broken, anyway.) 

Wolffe has to go on another mission tomorrow, but tonight is all yours. So you certainly had some great plans.

A couple of scented candles in your apartment that made the air smell of pumpkin and cinnamon in honor of the coming autumn. Several outfits have been prepared for your black gothic styled bed and on the soft velvety blankets. The black kitten was sleeping curled up on the cushion of your reading chair. While you swept the orange one off the bed yourself. The little mischievous one really wanted to play with the shoulder strap of the small bag you chose to go with one of the dresses.

Your nails matched your lipstick, which was exactly the same dark rich burgundy as the spicy sweet wine you were sipping while getting ready, and it matched the  love bite marks that Wolffe gave you on your last evenings together. Little gifts, or you can say reminders of who you belong to, and how much he craves you. You loved them, even though they started to fade away a little.

"So it's a good excuse to get some more" you thought cheekily. 

You looked at the outfits, you weren't sure which one to wear, but you were sure of two things you definitely gonna wear. Your new long black vinyl jacket with matching boots and your new black lacy underwear set . The make-up was done, your hair smelled of your favorite shampoo and fell softly in raven black locks on your back, you had already put on your underwear and boots, both of which were surprisingly comfortable. You also talked to two girlfriends on comm.

All three of you lived far from each other, in different rims but you still made time for a little chat several times a week.

You met on a platform where several blogs ran stuff about clones (how little rights they have, how can their situation be helped, what is like dating in such straight circumstances.) and you've been good friends ever since.

One of them used their connections and gifted you two tickets to the concert of your favorite band. You and Wolffe were both fans of Bad Omens, so you couldn't wait for tonight to start. You just asked their advice on what to wear.

"Whatever you choose, knowing the Commander, you won’t be wearing it for long." teased one of them. 

Starting with this, an idea occurred to you!

Risky and bold, but it can turn out well...

You knew that Wolffe would arrive soon, so you said goodbye to your girlfriends and sipped the remaining wine from your glass, making up your mind confidently. You threw your clothes on the floor and only put on your coat. It was perfect: the size, the material, plus it covered enough to not get into an awkward position, as it was long enough. You sprayed a little perfume on yourself, which made you know that Wolffe would only go crazy for you. 

Wolffe had a bike, but not just any speeder bike. It was a big, solid, black, shiny, sport bike. He worked hard for it and put aside all the credit so it could be his. It was his treasure that was guarded with fear until he got to know you. After all, you took the first place in his heart. Anyhow he took great care of her and often maintained her, giving her the name Selene, which is basically the moon goddess in mythology. Until he knew you, she was the only one he cared about, and yes, he even howled sometimes when he drove with her on the capital roads.

He stored it in the small garage belonging to your apartment, which you allowed him to do and for which he showed his gratitude so many times in the form of kisses.

Right now, leaning on the motorcycle, you watch as the person of your desires and love approaches you.

Instead of his usual GAR gear, he wore black pants, boots, and a leather jacket. Smelling like a divine god, woody musk mixed with leather, amber and a hint of bergamot. An elixir that made you crave him more and more every time. 

"Hey handsome. Care for a ride?" you teased him. 

"With a woman like you? Always mesh'la. I will even go to hell with you, it will be heaven for me as long as you are mine and I can kiss you on those lush lips of yours."

You shuddered when you saw his eyes darken, and his seductive tone only made you more aroused. You loved everything about his voice, its depth, the accent, the way he whispered those sinfully sexy words into your ear every night when you were together in his own language.

He wrapped his two strong arms around your waist and kissed you passionately. You haven't seen him in a week, so the kiss quickly turned into tongue and teeth kinda kiss. With this kind of kiss, the world ceases to exist, it's just you and the butterflies in your stomach are about to burst out of excitement and there is only him. His honey-like taste in your tongue, his scent in the air your lungs breathe in, his grip in your body that makes you crazy and his love for you that makes you so utterly obsessed with him. 

You just stayed like that for a while, not paying attention to the outside world, lovingly kissing freely like young lovers. When you separated, both of you were gasping for air and your foreheads touched.

"Miss me that much Commander?" you asked

“So. Very. Kriffing. Much.” 

After every word, he planted a kiss on your lips, emphasizing his truth.

You both put on your helmets and biker gloves headed towards one of the downtown nightclubs on the lower level.

Wolffe drove fast, took the corners confidently, but with certainty. You loved riding a motorcycle with him, the excitement, the feeling of freedom, the fact that your body was almost completely smoothed over his. Wolffe promised that he would teach you to ride a motorcycle after the war, but you knew that together with him you liked riding much more. On the way, the pack members appeared on both sides, Sinker and Comet saluted and waved, and Boost boosted past you at full speed balancing on a rear wheel, all of them howling. You laughed as Wolffe shifted into higher gear more enthusiastically. You thanked the Maker for the hair foam that, when you apply it to your hair and drive at such a high speed, the air creates wonderful tangle-free volume in your hair.

With the tickets, they let you in out of line and you were already inside. Smoke machines and flashing red lights made the concert halls vibe. Upbeat music played that became one with your heartbeat. You chase out several acquaintances in the crowd, to whom you waved enthusiastically. You saw members of the Corrie guard, some troopers from the 501th and the 212th battalions. 

“You look amazing my dear. Absolutely stunning!”

When you heard the familiar chuckle, you turned to Gregor with a big smile as he winked at you from the center of a lady's wreath. He greeted you with two kisses on the cheek, which caused most of the ladies gathered around him to frown glumly with their colorful lips. But you didn't care, you and Gregor were good friends before you got together with Wolffe.

"I see you are not bored. You have quite an amount of pretty ladies as company."

"Well, somehow I have to make up for the time I was gone. And they can't resist the famous 'Gregor charm'." 

When he did his iconic hair straightening motion one girl almost passed out, you just rolled your eyes laughing. Gregor took a good look at you and knew right away.

"Naughty girl! You're gonna kill this poor bastard with your sexiness. Has he noticed it yet?"

"Not yet."

"Good. Play your cards smart dear. And don't sit on cold benches!"

He planted another kiss on your cheek and returned to his ladies. Such a ladies man.

There was a kind of unspoken agreement between you two, when Wolffe was around Gregor would try to flirt with you. This made Wolffe a little jealous and left delicious bruises on your soft skin to your delight while fucking you to heaven. And Gregor's current lady was also jealous and gave the Captain what he wanted much sooner. A win-win situation.

Wolffe put his arms around you. You enjoyed the concert together. You sang the lyrics with the band, you danced as much as the crowd allowed. The music and the atmosphere permeated you completely. You were upbeat and happy, a gorgeous smile was on your face and sparkle in your eyes.

Wolffe looked at you and couldn't get enough of you. He adored you. He was kind of obsessed. Your beautiful appearance, which seems to have been made for him. Your raven and shiny silky hair, your pretty face, your soft and divine body. Your kind heart, which holds so much love. The care that you put in your friendships. The nurture care you showed for the adopted kittens. As you shower his newly acquired war scars with kisses. Your passion for your work. 

He didn't believe in his wildest dreams that he would ever be able to feel this way about someone. 

As he observed you lovingly, he noticed a small blush appear on your cheeks. Then he noticed how the band's lead singer looked at you. Noah kriffing Sebastian was ogling you like you were a delicious dessert to him. Wolffe knew he was your celebrity crush since you were young. Wolffe was no longer paying attention to the music, but to the way the singer almost sang to you, and that he even winked at you. This clearly had an effect on him, because the Commander decided it was time to act. There were two options. He rips out the musician's heart with his bare hands in front of you, or reminds you who you belong to.

Unfortunately, he wouldn't win much with the first move, as he would be arrested and convicted, which would be a lot of paperwork for Fox, leaving option number 2. He took your upper arm and gently but firmly led you out of the crowd and into one of the deserted corridors.

He pinned you to the wall, the cold metal cooling your back. He covers your mouth with his, hot and heavy.

"Wolffe! What's gotten into you?" you asked.

He didn't answer, he just studied your face in silence, the neon lights in the reflection of his cybernetic eyes only made him even more dangerously handsome. The shadows on his face highlighted his strong nose, high cheekbones and attractive lips.

"I decided it's time for a little reminder for you mesh'la. I see you're enjoying the concert too much."

"Yes it's amazing! Aren't you enjoying it?"

"Not really when that bastard singer have eyes on something he shouldn't. I see how he basically eyefucked you. Do you want it mesh'la? Want to fuck him? Don't even get me started on Gregor."

"No. I'm only yours, you know that."

You cupped his face and looked into his eyes, soon you realized regardless, you still get a little reminder how to behave. You smiled at him.

"Good. Now be a good girl, and open up." he commanded.

You obeyed, opened your mouth and looked up at him seductively through your eyelashes.

"Make them wet."

You sucked them in and you gently started to caress his fingers with your tongue and enjoyed the effect you caused him. His eyes are fixed on you, lustful and dark, he swallows, then takes them away from your lips and straight towards your hot, longing center.

That's when he discovers that you're not wearing pants or a skirt. You see the surprise slide across his face and then turn into a satisfied smile. He relaxes his free hand on the belt of the jacket as he unbuttons it, then discovers that you are only wearing your underwear under the jacket, and the thigh high boots. He almost growled with desire.

"Such a dirty girl. You're gonna be the end of me."

He basically groweld in your ears. While he pulled your panties to the side out of his kriffing way and started gently stroking your folds and found that sensitive spongy spot as he slid two fingers into you. You were already wet all evening from the excitement of your choice of clothing and the feelings of his closeness.

His fingers moved rhythmically inside you as he massaged your clit in circular motions with his thumb. You moaned loudly with lust.

"Funny Gregor said that too." you let out a chuckle.

Wolffe suddenly stopped with his motions, eliciting a moan of complaint from you at the lack of his fingers. He grabbed your chin with his fingers wet from your juices, squeezing it a little.

His veins on his neck straining from how hard he's clenching his jaws, the wild nearly homicidal look in those amber colored and silver dark eyes, you began to understand how he came about his name. It aroused you to no end.

"I'm only going to ask this once, and you better have a good answer for me, mesh'la. Who does this pussy belong to? Who do you belong to?"

Maker, you were a whimpering mess, you wanted him so bad to take you right here right now while the concert still plays in the background and with the excitement that anyone could caught you in this position.

"You. Only you Commander." you said

"Will you think about other men when I'm pleasing you?" he asked in a gentle tone but from his eyes you saw how serious he was.

" Never. I'm only yours."

"Wouldn't you like anyone else to touch you like this? Hmm?"

He asked slowly oh so slowly circling your clit with his free hand, the other kept you still by the jaw.

"Are you wishing it was someone elses fingers inside of you? Noah Sebastian maybe? Or Captain Gregor? Do you think they make a better job at knowing you? Loving you like I do?"

His voice was low warm toned, it sent shivers down your spine.

He slipped to fingers in your tight aching cunt. You whined in pleasure wanting more, but he was torturing you with his sweet slow motions. Maker you wanted more.

"No there is only you. Only you my Commander. Oh, Wolffe, give me more! I need to come so bad. I don't want anyone else but you. No rockstar."

"What about the Captain you want him?"

"No, I don't wish for Gregor. Only you my love."

"Good. Don't ever say his name while I'm inside you. Understand that pretty girl?"

You loved it when he spoke to you in his commanding tone.

"Yes."

"Yes, What?" He leaned in closer to you, your lips almost touched.

"Yes, Commander." you said and he let out a satisfied grumble which made your pussy twitch in answer.

Oh, how he loved hearing that rank roll off your lips. Just the thought of it made him rock hard. Just as much as you loved to hear his growls and moans.

You palmed his turgid length through his pants and earned some more pleasant noises from Wolffe.

His fingers begin to swirl on your sensitive bud, you open your legs wider to allow him better access, and let out a small gasp when he gently nibbles your ear. He can feel how wet you get by his movements. His fingers curl in you the way he knows it makes your knees weak you can't help it but to grind into his palm. He starts to explore your neck and jaw gently kissing biting and sucking delicious lovebites on your pale skin.  You can feel you're close to your climax as he moved his hand in you and rubbed on your clit, when he felt your inner muscles clench around him he let out a satisfied growl in your ear, when you decided to lean closer to him and lick a long stripe over his pulse.

"Fuck...Wolffe...I'm close.." you moaned.

"Then cum for me mesh'la, give it to me sweet thing..."

Your climax hit you hard and you felt so wonderfully helpless as the room spun and you saw stars, you heard the music from the still running concert show.

He still had his hand in you still hit that oh so sweet spongy spot to help you ride out your orgasm. Wolffe loved to make you cum. Feeling you fall apart in his arms seeing how beautiful you were and how vulnerable in those moments it turned him on like nothing else.

"Shhh you such a good girl." he shooted you and kissed your forehead. "But you have to earn another one. Is it okay for you sweet thing?"

"Yes. Please. Please I need to taste you Commander."

You knelt down, running your fingers gracefully along his thick muscled legs up towards the zipper. When your hand was on his hardness, you looked up seductively.

"May I Commander suck on your cock sir? "

"Yes you fucking may. I like it when you know how to behave. Good girls get a reward."

Some concern appeared on your face when you saw his huge cock bounce out from his pants. He was perfect and you became more aroused when you see the effect you made on him. You rubbed your red plum lips gently to the tip to smear his salty pre cum then you slid it fully into your mouth ever so slowly and Wolffe let out a sexy hoarse voiced moan. You welcomed him with wet hotness and a tight throat as you moved up and down on his shaft. You tried to take him further, still only getting half way.

Your mouth felt a little dry, since you had been singing and shouting at the concert so far. Wolffe caressed your face lovingly, then turned up your face by the jaw:

"I got you. Open up, pretty girl, let me help you."

You obeyed, you opened your mouth with your eyes closed and felt him kiss you passionately and spit in your mouth.

You couldn't take it, you reached down with your hand and played with yourself until you were now completely wet and hot and could let him into your mouth and suck on him rhythmically up and down. His head fell back in pleasure.

"Just like that...so kriffing good...so good with that pretty mouth of yours."

You gently wrung guttural moans from him. Holding his gaze was hard but something in his gaze just kept you there. You couldn't look away from him.

He had that lustful loving look on you full of feral and hunger for you. Only you can get this reaction out of him. Only you hold this power over him, that makes him rock hard and wild for you.

You enjoyed and valued this power, this connection you two had. Force bond? Fuck that! You two were so perfect, so meant to be. Fucking soulmates.

You might have closed your eyes for these sweet thoughts because you heard his command.

"Don't you dare look away from me mesh'la."

He was satisfied with your quick response because he gently grabbed your hair and with one hand he guided you on his cock.

"That's it, keep your eyes on me. I want you to watch me as I fuck that pretty mouth. "

He couldn't have looked away if he tried to. The way his cock disappeared in and out from your mouth, as your talented tongue worked on him it almost made him lose his mind. If he was gonna die this is the way he wants to leave this life, with you, inside you. Loving you.

"Ah sweetheart I'm close... Will you be good and swallow? You can say the safe word if you want to stop."

You worked on him with more passion and gripped his hips as an answer.

You knew exactly what made him feel heavens, what movements he needed to tip over the edge and cum.

Your pace quickened and your tongue too, his grip tightened in your hair and his moans were louder.

You didn't care about the world around you, what mattered is the two of you, to bring pleasure to each other. And luckily he  chose a well hidden corridor. So you weren't disturbed.

He came hard, his head fell back, eyes closed growling like a real wolf. His salty warm cum came down your throat as you swallowed all of it. He looked down on you with lovesick eyes.

You looked so lovely, your mascara a bit smeared from your tears, your mouth is red glistening with his cum, your hair is messy and your eyes full of emotions.

He helped you up, kept you close to him, kissed you with love and passion.

"I'm so crazy for you mesh'la."

He whispered to your locks when he gave you a forehead kiss. You hugged him tight, intoxicated with his warmness and his cologne.

"Should I help you with something?"

"I just go for a quick touch up in the bathroom." you said.

You went into another corridor with still wobbly legs and acknowledged that there was no line in frotnt of the bathrooms so the show must be still going on.

You only saw a pretty lilac twilek girl press Gregor to the wall kissing him furiously. When he saw you he held his fist out and you fist bumped it while going in the ladies room.

You cleaned yourself up, put on another coat of lipstick, wiped away the smeared mascara and noticed all the lovely bruises your Commander gave you. Your neck was full of maroon colored lovebites, they were very noticable and very sexy on your skin. Wolffe guaranteed everyone saw he marked his territory.

When you went back he was waiting for you, and when you entered the crowd again he whispered to your ear as he wrapped his arms around you.

"Don't worry mesh'la the night isn't over yet. I have some plans for you after the concert. When I'm done with you my love, you won't even remember your own name."

...

Part 2. is coming soon!

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I got you - chapter 21

Pairing: Rex x Jedi!ofc

Word count: 7.6k Tags/Warnings: this is mostly fluff… except for the implied sexual assault and emotional abuse that I stuck in the middle; mentions of underage drinking; mentions of sex; 1 mention of violence; calm before the storm type of chapter; loads of teasing

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cyare - beloved vod'ika - little brother/sister ori'vod - older brother vod - brother mesh'la - beautiful ner kar’ta - my heart; I'm using it more as 'my love' chakaar - thief, scumbag, bastard Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la - "Not gone, merely marching far away" (Mandalorian phrase for the departed)

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The wedding was beautiful. After two more rotations in the medbay, Kix finally felt comfortable discharging Lexie, and she was able to return to the surface of Seccaya. She truly was so grateful for the time she got to spend on her home planet and for the moments she shared with her cousins – but with Rex as well. The river ceremony was always a private affair, even for the royal family which was, otherwise, always in the public eye. However, Myria allowed her to bring Rex along, she actually insisted on it, and so the Captain had walked right behind her and Anara through the water, then stood by her side during the rest of the ceremony.

 The day was perfect, even though Rex was definitely hovering around her excessively. She was enjoying herself too much to mind it, and she also was enjoying having him close to her, especially since he was dressed like that. This was the first time she’d seen him in his dress uniform, and the dark grey attire, paired with the medals adorning his chest were making her want to swoon. Maker, I have it bad for him, were the only words in her mind when she first laid eyes on him that morning and also the words that were repeated multiple times throughout the day. She was probably biased, but she thought that Rex looked the best in full dress uniform out of all of them.

Seccayan wedding parties were just like Lexie remembered: loud music, dancing and a lot of alcohol. Her friends fit right in, Jesse, Fives and Hardcase were hammered within an hour and constantly on the dance floor, and even Kix and Echo were pretty buzzed themselves. Anakin seemed to also enjoy the event, he and Lexie did a few rounds of shots together even, something that reminded her of a particular night three years prior. The two Jedi had snuck out of the Temple, gone to a cantina and proceeded to get drunk together; it was the first time for Anakin and unfortunately the night had not ended very pleasantly for him and neither for her, as she had to spend it taking care of him in the fresher.

She told the story to Rex as the three of them were sat at a table during a break from dancing and the Captain seemed genuinely surprised it had been Lexie getting Anakin drunk and not the other way around. Anakin took a little offence to that, but ultimately laughed it off.

As the festivities progressed, Lexie was glad that Master Plo Koon and the 104th had been called away to another sector. She and Anakin were really taking the opportunity to unwind and she had a feeling that the Kel Dor would not have approved. It wasn’t that they were behaving wildly, but they were definitely more relaxed than the Council would deem appropriate. Both Lexie and Anakin had learnt many years ago to take advantage of the “diplomatic events” they attended, and of all the things you could get away with under the guise of one.

Ahsoka was a quick study as well, and the young Togruta managed to sneak a couple glasses of Secca wine before being busted by Anakin. Lexie was thankful she wasn’t her Padawan, she had no idea how she would���ve managed to lecture her about something that she herself had done at that age. Well, she supposed she could justify it with the fact that it was necessarily a lot of the time, with the missions that al’Prani would send her on, but that wasn’t exactly what she wanted to think of that night.

Granted, she didn’t want to think about a lot of things, she wanted to have fun, to escape the nightmares about the crash that had plagued her sleep the past rotations and to pretend that everything was alright. She was good at that, pretending, she’d been doing it for most of her life and she would’ve easily gotten away with it, had Rex not been good at reading her. However, Rex was watching her carefully, too carefully if he was honest, but he was still not over the crash… he was not over almost losing her.

It was very late into the night when they finally managed to slip away from the party and into the large palace gardens. Rex was holding her hand as he allowed her to pull him after her, past the tall gate, exiting the private grounds into the public palace gardens. He was happy to let her show him anything she wanted, absolutely spellbound by the determination on her face as she walked straight to an old Secca tree that stood tall right at the centre of the grounds.

Lexie leaned against the wide tree trunk and closed her eyes. The quiet of the night was every so often interrupted by laughter and cheers coming from the party they’d left and the muffled sound of music could also be heard. Rex rested next to her against the tree, observing the content expression on her face. His eyes traced over her features, admiring the way her skin was bathed in the light of the two moons. He could really stare at her forever, she was so beautiful. Lexie’s eyes fluttered open and met his, and the Captain quickly averted his gaze. He frowned slightly at his automatic action, reminding himself that he didn’t have to worry about being caught staring anymore.

“Did… did you forget we’re together, honey?”, she asked trying to hold back a laugh.

Rex chuckled and shook his head. “Force of habit I guess”.

“You made it a habit to stare at me, Captain?”, she teased.

“Can you blame me?”, he replied, matching her sweet tone. The words brought a familiar warmth to her cheeks. “You look beautiful tonight”, Rex added.

Lexie reached for his hand and interlaced her fingers with his. She wanted to kiss him, but they were too in the open, it wasn’t exactly advisable. She did however lean more into his side, needing his warmth – the nights in the Seccayan mountains were quite chilly even during the warm season.

“We should head back inside if you’re cold”, Rex remarked, noticing her brief shiver.

“Wait, should be any minute now”, she responded.

“What?”, he asked.

“The moonmoths”, she stated simply.

“And what are those exactly?”, he insisted, a small smile still frozen on his face.

“You’ll see”, she said with a grin.

It didn’t take too long before Lexie excitedly shouted “there!”, pointing to one of the upper branches of the tree. Sure enough, as Rex lifted his gaze, a pink shimmer of light stirred between the leaves. More of the lights soon flickered to life on the lower branches too, and Rex could finally make out what the source of these glows was. Dozens of tiny moths were beginning to fly around, their delicate wings producing a beautiful pink glimmer.

Rex looked towards the other trees around them, all of them were sparkling and soon the entire garden was filled with pink shimmering lights. His eyes returned to the branches above their heads and tracked the movements of one of the little insects as it got closer to them, circling around Lexie’s head, before landing right on his cheek.

“I wish I had a camera with me”, Lexie giggled, looking at him.

“I’m sure you do… can you please get it off me?”, Rex said with amusement in his voice.

“Why? I think it suits you. You look adorable”, she teased.

Rex gave her a look that was not as stern as he intended, due to the smile on his lips. Lexie giggled again and reached her hand, gently coaxing the moth to move to her index finger. The little creature was beautiful up close, its wings decorated by colourful swirly patterns. Lexie blew a soft puff of air on it, encouraging the moth to fly away. They both watched as it glided towards the hundreds of other moths that were now filling the garden.

“I’ve missed this so much”, Lexie whispered, “the moonmoths, this garden, this Secca tree… everything, I’ve missed everything”.

“It really is a beautiful place”, Rex agreed.

“And special too. This tree was planted 452 years ago, when New Irin was founded”, she explained, her hand reaching up and stroking one of the bright red leaves from the lower branches.

The Captain mirrored her action, observing the heart-shaped leaf in his grasp. “It reminds me of your hair when we first met… the colour”, he mused.

“Yeah, that was the intention. I dyed it on the 10th ‘anniversary’ of fleeing Seccaya… I’m sentimental like that sometimes”, she chuckled ruefully. 

“Why did you change it to blue? I never asked”.

“Well I guess same reason why you all paint your armor. I wanted to show I belonged to the battalion”, she replied with a small shrug.

“Good decision”, he remarked with a smirk.

“Why? Was that the moment I captured your heart?”, Lexie teased.

“No, it was that damn tooka nightshirt”, he returned her flirty banter.

A genuine laugh escaped her lips as Lexie shook her head. Rex's mouth curled into a small smile as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the rest still secured in her braided bun. His hand lingered on the side of her face and he quickly looked around, checking to see if anyone was in the vicinity. Noticing that they were alone in the gardens, Rex leaned in and captured Lexie’s lips in a passionate kiss. Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck and Rex pressed her back against the trunk of the tree as the kiss deepened, his other hand gripping her waist. Her lips were soft and tasted like wine and Rex could feel himself getting lost into the kiss. However, he had to stop himself from going any further, and so he pulled away from her lips, resting his forehead against hers and exhaling deeply. There was nothing more he would’ve liked than to have her right then and there, but they were still in a public place where anyone could walk by and see them.

“We should head back to the party”, he sighed.

“Yeah we should”, Lexie agreed.

As he moved away from her, she started laughing, and he gave her a puzzled look. Lexie bit her lip to stop giggling and reached her hand up to Rex’s face, trying to wipe off the lipstick that had stained his lips. After the Captain was once again presentable, they reluctantly walked back to the palace. It was better to return before someone noticed they were missing after all.

They spent one more rotation on Seccaya before they had to leave, but this time Lexie’s heart did not break at the thought of watching her home planet get smaller and smaller through a porthole. She could come back at any time and she would be warmly welcomed. Maybe it wasn’t very Jedi-like, but she could not help the peace of mind that it brought her.

She had said goodbye to Myria the previous day, before she and her new husband left for their honeymoon on Naboo, so on that morning it was only Anara and Madar walking her towards the gunship that would take her back to the Resolute.

Anara placed a hand on her arm, stopping her a few meters before reaching the LAAT. “Thank you for yesterday. Your statement to the press will hopefully ease the tensions a little”, the Queen said.

“I really hope so. I do want what’s best for Seccaya”, Lexie replied.

“I did have an idea”, Anara started with a small chuckle, “something that could please your supporters – maybe you could represent us in the Senate?”.

“Anara… I would love to, but I’m a Jedi, I cannot be a senator as well”, Lexie declined.

“And are you always going to be a Jedi?”, her cousin pushed.

Lexie crossed her arms over her chest and glanced towards the shuttle, catching a glimpse of Rex. The Captain was back in his armor and was stood right in front of the LAAT, his posture straight and hands clasped behind his back, waiting for her to get on board. Things had to go back to normal, but accepting that seemed far easier for him than for her.

“I… I’m not sure actually”, Lexie confessed in a hushed voice.

Anara followed her line of sight. “I see. Well, if you ever decide you don’t want to be a Jedi anymore, you can be our Senate representative. That would allow you to stay on Coruscant. Or you can always come home. You’ll always be welcome here… both of you”, she said with a smirk. Lexie pursed her lips and gave her cousin a look. “You were never good at keeping secrets from me”, Anara joked.

Lexie rolled her eyes before she tightly hugged her cousin, saying goodbye to her and then to Madar. She jogged to the gunship and jumped in, the Captain following after her. She remained in the door for a bit, watching the palace and the city grow smaller as they got further away. A deep sigh escaped her lips as the red Secca forests blurred with the mountains – it was good to know she could return, but she didn’t know when she would be able to. She almost wanted to laugh when she realised she was already homesick before she even left the planet’s orbit.

Back to normal unfortunately also meant back to covert assignments for her and her two ARC troopers. Barely one rotation had passed aboard the cruiser when Lexie was called into the communications room in order to be given her next mission by the Council. She was being sent to Daiyu to investigate a recent string of sabotages that had hit a couple of strategic Republic planets.

The intel so far suggested that a criminal group Lexie had dealt with before was behind them, making her the logical choice – she already had the connections to get in. It sounded like a textbook infiltration mission, and she knew what to expect: long rotations tracking targets and tedious conversations in shady bars to gather intel.  She’d been on so many missions like this, she’d lost count.

The one thing she wasn’t expecting however, was the way Rex reacted when she informed him that she’d soon be departing. Of course it was different; it felt different for her too – this was the first time since they got together that she was being sent away on a mission without him – but his reaction was uncharacteristic. Rex actually seemed… angry with the Council for sending her away.

“It’s just too soon”, he argued. “You’ve barely recovered from the fighter crash!”.

“Rex, I am fine”, she replied, trying to keep her voice down as they walked the corridors of the Resolute.

They’d been arguing about this for a couple of minutes already and Lexie was getting impatient, so she decided to head to the medbay and have Kix talk some sense into the Captain. Rex didn’t even seem to notice the direction they were heading in as he began insisting that he should come with her.

“All I’m saying is that we worked really well together on our last undercover assignment, so it would make sense for me to come with you on this one”, he declared.

“And what exactly will you tell Anakin? That you simply decided you’re not going on the Sullust mission?”

“General Skywalker can handle things without me for one mission”, Rex said dryly.

Lexie stared at him in disbelief. I should have Kix check his head too while we’re at it, she thought as they reached the medbay. She did enjoy the frown on his face as he realised where they were – Rex was clearly confused as to why they had walked in there, and so was Kix when he saw them.

The medbay was empty now, the other troopers having been discharged. Kix enjoyed the solitude of an empty medbay, it meant that all his vode were alright and that he could catch up on reports in peace. So, understandably, he was a little irked to be disturbed.

“What can I do for you two?”, he asked as he turned his datapad off and sat up from the cot he was laying on.

“Can you please tell the Captain that you've cleared me for active duty, I'm fine, and he doesn't need to follow me around like I'm a fragile youngling?”, she said, her tone of voice laced with annoyance.

“General, you are exaggerating. I just want to make sure you're alright”, Rex huffed.

“Please don't drag me into whatever lover's quarrel you're having”, Kix rolled his eyes.

Rex flinched. His vode didn't usually tease him so openly in front of her.

“I need him to stop trying to coddle me, so please just tell him I'm fine”, Lexie groaned. She was a bit upset with Rex if she was honest, remembering that only like a week before he was the one accusing her of coddling him. And yet here he is, making more of a fuss than I did.

“Vod, your girlfriend is fine. Everything's healed–”.

“She's not my girlfriend”, Rex interrupted automatically.

“Whatever you two are calling yourselves then, I don't care”, the medic exclaimed, clearly exasperated. He moved to walk away but paused to study the shocked expression on his brother’s face before turning his head and addressing Lexie. “Did you not tell him?”, he asked.

“Tell me what…?”, Rex was almost afraid to ask.

“Ohh... r-right...”, Lexie faltered, a forced, awkward smile frozen on her face, “so Kix knows”.

Rex stared at her in disbelief for a few seconds before moving his eyes towards his brother, then back to her, a multitude of emotions passing over his face.

“You told him?”, he asked after clearing his throat.

“I didn’t tell him… I uhh, answered a question…”, she admitted with a weak voice.

Rex swiped a hand over his face, rubbing his temples as he exhaled a deep sigh. “I thought we were going to keep this between us”.

“It wasn’t like I intended to, okay? He straight up asked how long we’ve been together and–”.

“And you couldn’t lie that we’re not?”, Rex interrupted in a tone of voice she recognised from when he reprimanded the men.

“My mind went blank”, she tried to defend herself, her tone getting defensive.

“Look, don't get mad at her. I was already sure of it after the fighter crash vod”, Kix piped up. “And, come on, if you can trust Fives you can definitely trust me”, he joked.

The Captain huffed a humourless laugh and shook his head. “No one else finds out”, he ordered his brother. “I know you and Jesse always talk about everyt–”.

“I won’t tell anyone vod”, Kix promised. “Now, do you actually need anything from me? Cause I was having a really nice time in here by myself”.

“You could tell Rex again that I’m fine and don’t need supervision on the next mission”, Lexie interjected, receiving a look from the Captain.

“I got it, thanks”, Rex mumbled before Kix had a chance to say anything else.

The two of them left the medbay, walking quietly next to each other along the corridor. Neither really had a destination in mind, more preoccupied with simmering in the tense atmosphere that had settled between them.

“Does this count as our first fight?”, Lexie was the first one to break the silence.

“We’ve had disagreements before”, Rex stated.

“Yeah but… not since Kaldonya”, she remarked with a small chuckle.

“Then I guess it’s our first fight”, Rex concurred, some amusement seeping into his voice.

The silence settled again, making Lexie feel nervous. She hated the tension she was feeling between them, it reminded her of that day after she’d slept with Fives. They needed to talk about it and move past it, but the middle of a hallway wasn’t exactly the best place to do so. “I could use some caf”, she suggested.

It was around lunchtime, so the mess hall was out of the question as it was sure to be full of troopers having their meals. They decided to go check the wardrooms on the command level and managed to find a smaller one that was empty. The Captain motioned for her to sit down at a table before getting two cups of caf for the both of them and taking a seat across from her.

“When are you leaving?”, Rex asked after a couple of minutes of the unbearable silence.

“In four hours”, she replied before taking a sip of caf. The beverage was still too hot and Lexie scrunched her nose at the small burn. “Don’t laugh at me”, she chuckled as she saw the smile that appeared on Rex’s face.

“You’re so impatient sometimes”, Rex commented, shaking his head in amusement. Lexie would have felt offended had she not heard the affection in his voice, so she just rolled her eyes, a small smile still pulling at the corners of her lips.

“Yeah, well, I’m saving all my patience for the mission”, she grumbled, “I think it’s going to be a long and boring one”.

“I’m still not happy you’re being sent on a mission like this so soon”, Rex mumbled.

“Rex–”

“No, just… I know I probably sound like a hypocrite since I was the one saying we cannot give each other special treatment, but I… I don’t know how to deal with all this worry I have”, he confessed, his eyes glued to the cup of caf in front of him. “I don’t like the fact that I won’t be there to protect you. And before you say anything” – he quickly said after lifting his eyes to her face and seeing how she was about to protest – “I know you don’t need protecting, but I still… I want to keep you safe, I want to make sure that nothing bad ever happens to you again… I want to make sure I won’t lose you”.

Her heart filled with love as she heard his words and she reached for his hand, gently squeezing it in hers. Rex met her eyes and offered her a weak smile.

“Ner kar’ta, I promise, I will do everything in my power to return to you. Always”, she vowed, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

“Thank you, cyare”, he breathed, his thumb absentmindedly tracing over her knuckles. “And I’m sorry I’ve been acting so–”

“You were just concerned, it’s alright. And I’m sorry too… for telling Kix”.

“It’s fine. Like he said, I confirmed it to him just as much as you did”, Rex chuckled. His gaze then flickered to the door and Lexie pulled her hand away.

“If it makes you feel any better, I have backup on the mission. Echo and Fives will be there with me”, she said after taking a sip of caf. “I used to do missions like this all by myself when I was younger. My Master would drop me off on a backwater planet and I’d have to go radio silent until I acquired whatever information I was sent there for”.

“That doesn’t sound like the best strategy”, Rex observed, pausing to sip his caf. “You should’ve had regular check-ins”.

“Maybe, but then I wouldn’t have developed my independence and problem solving skills”, she rolled her eyes, remembering her Master’s words.

Rex frowned as he took in her words. “Was he always like that with you?”.

Lexie shrugged, drinking more of her caf.  “He used to say I needed a firm hand handling me because I joined the Order so late. I was weak and I could only overcome it through extreme training”.

“He said that? He said you were weak?”, Rex recoiled, a flash of anger rippling around his Force signature.

“Well, he had his reasons I guess. It was pretty difficult for me to adjust after I was brought into the Order. I used to cry a lot, usually I tried to hide it but I did break down in front of him a few times and he didn’t like it… I was 18 the last time it happened. It was after telling him I didn’t want to be a Shadow. I'd just had to blow my cover on a mission, use the Force to get out of a really bad situation and he had the nerve to say he was disappointed in me”, she paused and shook her head, a mirthless chuckle leaving her lips. “When I got back to Coruscant I went straight to a bar and went home with the first decent-seeming man that talked to me. After the close call the day before I just wanted to have control over when I lost my virginity you know, not just have it happen to me”.

Lexie finished her caf and stared at the grounds stuck to the bottom. It looked like an animal – a Varactyl maybe? She then lifted her gaze and felt guilt enveloping her senses when seeing the expression on Rex’s face, a mixture of horror and anger.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said all that. I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable”, she whispered.

“Cyare, no”, Rex hurriedly said, reaching for her hand, “you didn’t make me feel uncomfortable. You can tell me anything, anytime, you know that. I just…I am so sorry you went through that”.

“It's fine”, she tried to dismiss it.

“No. It's not fine cyare”, Rex disagreed, his tone indignant.

“It has to be!”, Lexie insisted. “It has to be fine because if it’s not then I have to admit that he was-that he… that I’m a victim. I don’t want to be a victim”.

“You are not a victim. You are the strongest woman I’ve ever met” – Lexie huffed a sardonic laugh and Rex squeezed her hand a little tighter – “I mean it cyare, you are strong. But he didn’t treat you right. And it’s not your fault, it’s not something you have to be ashamed of, but it wasn’t right!”.

Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes and Lexie closed her eyelids shut, trying to keep them from spilling. She knew all this, or at least, she had tried to make herself believe this, but it was different hearing it from someone else, getting the reassurance and validation that it really had not been right. She took a deep breath and opened her eyes again, finding his.

“He was always disappointed in me for one reason or another”, she said, her voice low and weak. “It was so unfair… I tried so hard to please him”.

“He was a chakaar”, Rex sneered, his anger clear in his voice and eyes. “You deserved better”, he added in a much softer voice.

“He’s not dead. You said ‘was’, but he just left the Order, he didn’t die”.

“He will die if I ever see him again”, Rex deadpanned.

Lexie laughed and shook her head. “Thank you”, she replied, “but I’d rather you not get in trouble. He… he’s not worth it”.

“Alright, cyare”, Rex agreed, flashing his half-smile. “But if you change your mind, the offer is still there”. He felt quite pleased with himself as he heard her laugh, glad he managed to cheer her up.

They lingered in the wardroom a little longer before Lexie suggested they go to her cabin. She didn’t know how long she’d be away from him and wanted to make the most of the few hours they had left together. The sex was rushed and a little desperate, but it was exactly what they both needed.

Rex couldn’t even stay afterward – his comm kept beeping, and he’d already ignored it once during the act. The battalion was preparing for deployment to the Sullust system, scheduled to leave only a few hours after Lexie, and there were still preparations to be made. He had to put his armor back on so quickly he almost forgot to reattach his pauldron.

Before leaving, he made Lexie promise she’d come find him before she left – something she gladly agreed to. Later, the Captain walked her to the hangar and watched as her ship departed safely, praying she would return to him.

“I am so glad to be back”, Fives exclaimed, stretching his arms over his head, as the Amaranth came out of hyperspace and Coruscant appeared into view.

“Good idea taking that trade route. How did you even know about it, vod’ika?”, Echo asked, turning to look at her from the co-pilot seat.

“From a pirate friend – well, friendly acquaintance… maybe, I don’t know how to describe him”, she replied, her eyebrows furrowed. “Glad I remembered it though… could not spend a second longer on that mission”.

Their intel had not been entirely correct and after a week spent on Daiyu and finding out additional information, they ended up having to travel to the other damn side of the galaxy. The Separatist cell they were tracking turned out to be quite elusive, and so the mission dragged on for almost five weeks before they finally located and neutralised it.

The Resolute had been destroyed in the meantime while in the Sullust sector, and Lexie was grateful it was Rex himself who delivered the news, otherwise she feared her heart might have actually stopped had she heard it from anyone else, not knowing if he had survived or not. The 501st had other cruisers, so they continued their assignments without much trouble, and now were finally back on Coruscant for a week of leave.

“What time is it down there?”, Fives mumbled more to himself than to anyone else as he peered at the planet before typing something on his comm.

“Almost 2200 hours”, Echo informed. “How are you always so bad with the galactic zone conversion, vod?”, he taunted.

“We’ve been on four different planets in the space of a week, sorry I can’t keep track”, Fives retorted, rolling his eyes at his brother.

“Exactly, we have been. And yet Lexie and I could still do the conversion just fine”, Echo maintained.

“Uhm, yeah I thought it was past midnight actually. The jumping around got to me too this time”, Lexie admitted, flipping some switches as she prepared for the landing sequence. Fives gestured towards her in a wordless “thank you!” and Echo laughed.

Fives’ comm then beeped and he checked the message. “Do they want to debrief us tonight? Jesse said the boys are already at the 79s”.

“I cannot believe you have the energy for that”, Lexie mumbled.

“He did sleep most of the way here”, Echo pointed out.

“Well, mesh’la, you better find some energy too; Hardcase just told me to remind you about your promise”, Fives said, showing her the message on his comm.

“What promise?”, she snatched the comm, reading over the text.

 “You said that next time we’re all planet-side you’d make up for skipping out before the Seccaya mission”.

“You did say that vod’ika”, Echo backed him up.

Lexie groaned as she swiped a hand over her face. “I thought you were on my side”, she pouted, meeting Echo’s eyes.

The ARC chuckled. “I’ll get them off your back if you really want me to”.

“She won’t”, Fives declared, a sly smile on his face, “Jesse said the Captain is also at the 79s”.

Lexie shot him a warning look. “I will come, but only because I did promise Hardcase and Jesse”, she retorted.

“Good, now we can wipe the floor with the Wolfpack. Echo, you’re playing too, they kicked our asses last drinking game, we need to restore the 501st honour and win our table back”, Fives declared.

“You lost our table?! you didn’t say that!”, Echo shouted.

“You two weren’t there, we were outnumbered”, Fives yelled back.

“Maker, you’re so dramatic”, Lexie laughed, earning a simultaneous eye roll from both of them. Kriffing twins.

Lexie steered the ship towards an empty slot on the landing platform and powered down the main systems. The men headed to their barracks to shower and change out of the sweaty blacks, and Lexie also headed to her room to wash up. It had been a long mission.

She was as quick as she could in the shower, then she decided to take advantage of the warm weather and throw on a dress. It was a simple baby blue dress that she had not worn in ages, the silky material was sitting right above her knees and the thin straps were crossed in an x over her back. The outfit probably would’ve looked better with some fancier shoes, but besides her combat boots she only had a simple pair of black flats. She put on a little makeup and left her hair in her signature braid, not wanting to keep the boys waiting for too long.

Both of them were already waiting by the compound gates, dressed only in the lower part of their armor and Fives’ eyebrows shot up as he saw her.

“Mesh’la, are you trying to kill Rex?”, he exclaimed.

“What? You think he won’t like it”, she worried. Her eyes flickered to Echo, noting the curious smile on his face and she briefly worried she gave too much away by asking that.

“Oh no, he’ll like it. So will everyone else and he won’t be able to do anything about it”, Fives chuckled.

Lexie stared at him for a moment, processing his meaning. It hadn’t been her intention to tease Rex or make him jealous, but the more she thought about it, the more she remembered how successful this particular dress had been for her in the past. Even if it wasn’t intentional, she did enjoy teasing the Captain and now, she was really curious to see his reaction.

The bar was as loud as always, but in a wonderful way, in a way that screamed of life and fun, a complete antithesis to the noise one would find on the battlefield. Lexie was glad she had agreed to come – she did need some fun after their long mission. She also really needed to see Rex. She’d gone longer without seeing him in the past, but these weeks had felt like an eternity.

They had talked whenever they could, Anakin left Rex in charge of her check-ins and they’d also sent messages to each other, but it still had been unexpectedly difficult being apart. Especially since they could not fully be themselves through the comms, worried about writing down anything too incriminatory. If anyone were to even look over the conversation, they would just believe it to be communication between a commanding officer and a clone trooper. At first glance, anyway – actually reading through it would definitely indicate something more intimate.

His last message had been about the 501st finally being back on Coruscant on leave and her last message had been sent earlier that rotation, letting him know the mission was finished but they were so far in the Outer Rim, it’d probably be well into the early hours of the morning before she’d return on world. That was, however, before she remembered about a minor trade route that would get them to one of the main hyperspace lanes a lot faster. She didn’t tell him she was back sooner though, wishing to surprise him.

“Fives”, she grabbed the ARC’s arm, stopping him after they walked into the bar, “can you keep them off my back for like 20 minutes? I want to go upstairs for a bit”, she jerked her head in the direction of the platform of the first floor.

Fives followed her line of sight, seeing Rex sat at a table with Wolffe and Fox. He was facing away from the railing so he had not noticed either of them yet. Fives chuckled and affectionately rolled his eyes. “Fine, but I’m not sure how much time I can get you”.

“Thank you”, Lexie smiled.

“Give him a kiss from me”, Fives jested, earning a soft slap on the arm.

Lexie quickly walked up the stairs, stopping on the last step to take him in. Maker, he looks good. Rex was not wearing the upper part of his armor, and he also wasn’t wearing the usual bodyglove, instead having on a short sleeved top. His arms were crossed over his chest, the muscles a bit flexed and damn if that wasn’t a sight.

She approached him from behind, resting a hand on his shoulder and leaning closer to his ear. “Hi”, she said sweetly, pulling away the next second as to not make the gesture appear too intimate.

“General”, he beamed, standing up quickly. The surprise of seeing her there made it impossible to hide the delight in his voice, something that both Fox and Wolffe picked up on immediately – the two shared a look.

“I didn’t know you were back”, Rex added as his eyes drank in her appearance. His jaw clenched when he noticed the short length of the dress and Lexie felt a flutter in her stomach at his reaction. She focused all her energy on not letting her smile get too wide – it was giving her immense pleasure to see how much of an effect she had on him.

Before she could reply, the other two men also rose to their feet to offer a “General” greeting.

“No, don’t stand. I’m not gonna keep you, just popped by to say hello”, she told them, her tone turning apologetic.

“Why don’t you join us, General? I’m sure Rex’ika would like that, he was just saying he missed you”, Fox asked, directing his teasing towards his brother.

“Rex’ika?”, Lexie repeated with a wide grin. “I didn’t know you had a nickname, Captain”, she joined in on the teasing.

Rex pinched the bridge of his nose and mumbled some curses under his breath before shooting his ori’vod a dirty look. Lexie couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I’ll join you for a bit”, she said as she sat down on the empty seat next to Rex, the men following her lead. Lexie leaned back in the chair a little, and extended one leg under the table, so that her shin was touching the cool plaistoid that covered the back of Rex’s calf. His eyes briefly flickered to meet her glance, and he pressed his leg into hers, acknowledging her touch. “At least until I’m missed down there”, she added, gesturing to the ground floor.

“When did you get back, General?”, Rex inquired.

“Not even an hour ago. Fives was very eager to come here”, she laughed. “To be honest, I would’ve preferred to already be in bed but I apparently made promises I forgot about and now I’m supposed to help them win a drinking game or something”.

“So they’re still trying to steal that table back”, Wolffe remarked with a low chuckle.

“Is it stealing if your men stole it first?”, Lexie countered in a playful voice.

“They won it fair and square”, he drawled.

“And now we’re gonna win it back fair and square”, she shrugged.

“Not sure how fair it is with a Jedi playing. Sir”, Wolffe said dryly.

“I don’t cheat, Commander”, she replied, holding his gaze. “When I say I don’t use the Force, I don’t use it. Rex can vouch for me – he’s actually managed to win against me few times during sparring a because of that”.

“Well, Rex was always good at hand-to-hand combat, I think he could handle you with the Force too, Sir. He had quite a reputation even as a cadet”, Fox mentioned as he sipped his drink.

“Really?”, Lexie asked a bit too enthusiastically. She did not know that much about Rex’s days as a cadet and, truthfully, she was always eager to learn more about him.

“Don’t exaggerate, vod”, Rex scoffed.

Fox responded with a shit-eating grin before turning his attention back to her. “Have you ever seen holo-pictures of Rex as a cadet, General?”.

“No, I haven't”, she answered, eyes flicking to the Captain. He was staring daggers at the Corrie Commander, irritation very obvious in his eyes.

“How do you even have pictures of me as a cadet?”, Rex demanded.

“I have them from Neyo who has them from Trojan”, Fox explained, the grin still frozen on his face.

“Who's Trojan?”, Lexie asked.

“One of my batchmates. He's a lieutenant in the 91st Recon Corps”, Rex answered.

“Rex'ika here is the highest ranking officer in his entire batch, has he ever mentioned that?”, Wolffe piped up, slapping the Captain on the back.

“No, he hasn't. That's quite an accomplishment, Captain”, Lexie said in a playful tone of voice.

“It's nothing”, Rex mumbled, glaring at Wolffe.

“So modest”, Lexie purred teasingly.

Rex turned his head, catching her eyes. There was a warning in his gaze that should've made her back down, however it made her giggle. She did love teasing him.

“Back to those pictures”, Lexie said, finally breaking the stare and turning to look at Fox, “I'd love to see them, Commander”.

“Why?”, Rex scoffed. “You've been to Kamino, General, you've seen the cadets. I looked exactly like that”, he said.

“Yeah, but I didn’t see you”, she responded with an innocent head tilt.

Rex wanted to protest, but the way she said that warmed his heart. He caught her eyes again and shook his head, but Lexie did not miss the small twitch of his lips as he tried to not smile.

“I don't have my datapad on me but I'll send them to you as soon as I can”, Fox assured her.

“Don't forget about the video”, Wolffe interjected.

“Kriff's sake, what video?”, Rex exclaimed in exasperation.

“The security footage from the desert combat sim,” Wolffe answered, then turned to Lexie. “Rex didn’t like how his batch deviated from formation. Got into it with Trojan after they failed a test – brutal fight. He broke Trojan’s nose and took a helmet to the face in return. Still has the mark on his chin”.

Lexie's eyes were wide as she listened to the story. “When did that happen?”.

“We were 14 biologically”, Rex mumbled. She could sense his embarrassment and she tried to get her face under control, the surprise on her expression was very evident.

“So… you and Trojan are…?”, she asked tentatively.

“Let’s say we're fine now”, he drawled.

“I'd like to meet him”, she mused.

“You have technically”.

“Have I? When?”, she asked, eyebrows frowned in confusion.

“Geonosis. My batchmates were in the squad I was leading”, Rex explained. “He helped me dig you out from under the rockslide”.

“Oh, then I'd like to thank him in person for that at one point. What about the rest of the squad? Where are they now?”

“Pierce is a Mud Jumper in the 224th. And… the other two died on Ryloth; they served under Keeli in the Outer Rim Garrison…”, Rex said, his voice growing quieter.

“Scobie and Dyle, right?”, Lexie asked, feeling a shiver of déjà vu running down her spine. Did he already tell me about them?

Rex’s head snapped towards her, his eyebrows furrowing. “Yeah… how–”.

“Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la”, Wolffe interjected, raising his glass slightly and getting the Captain’s attention.

He repeated the phrase and mirrored the action, same as Fox, before all three men took a sip of their drinks.

The Captain turned to her again, but they were soon interrupted by Jesse and Hardcase who, after spotting Lexie on the first floor, came to drag her downstairs so she could make good on her promise. She only managed to throw an apologetic glance towards Rex, before leaving him to be teased by his vode – and Maker was he teased, Fox did not even wait until she was out of earshot to begin.

Lexie ended up having a lot of fun the rest of the night actually, and, with both her and Echo playing this time, they did succeed in reclaiming their table. The boys even insisted she do the honours of crossing out the “104” that had been scratched into a corner of the table, and writing “501” right next to it.

As the night progressed, Lexie found herself on the dancefloor right next to her friends. Rex was watching her from the first floor, trying his hardest not to make it too obvious. She did look so beautiful, and while he couldn’t go and show everyone in the cantina exactly who she belonged to, he could plan the way he would show her privately later that night. Whether she had done it on purpose or not, that short dress was driving him crazy and he couldn’t wait until he could tear it off of her.

Rex didn’t even need to go talk to her – they had very quickly learned how to communicate with just a few looks. He stopped in front of the bar before he and Fox left, catching her eyes. The jerk of his head towards the door was almost imperceptible, yet Lexie understood. She returned to their table, and spent the next twenty-something minutes talking to Echo, before excusing herself and heading back base alone. The Captain was waiting for her in her room and Lexie was very glad she could spend the rest of the night showing him how much she had missed being in his arms.

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Taglist: @selene131 , @yoursrosie , @olasz-2003 , @ichimatsu-gal

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New fanfiction on my series Khos & Tunguma— centering on my other favorite thing! Wine Aunt Shaak Ti!

Plo Koon walked into the temple with a little ball of purring Togruta and had no idea what he was doing. Luckily, one of his fellow Masters just so happened to be Togruta.

Or;

Shaak Ti and how she saw the slow progression of Plo Koon becoming the Khos (Father) of Ahsoka Tano.

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And now date night! @saengak @amorfista @kimiheartblade !!! ♥

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-> Wine Daddy Date Night with Plo Koon (the series)

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𝗔𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱.... 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝘁🙏🏻🥰⠀

It had been many months since The Chase between you and Wolffe, a very erotic, magic evening that you both throughly enjoyed. Since then your relationship with Wolffe had been perfect, the whole 104th was aware you both were a couple, Master Plo was happy for you encouraging your love, even certain members of the 501st and 212th aswell as their Jedi Masters. It felt like nothing could go wrong.

You had been on a couple of scattered missions with the 501st and the 212th and some back with 104th and your lover. But right now your back working at the Senate still continuing the fight for all Clones to be treated fairly and as citizens. The war continued on with no end in sight. You prayed everyday for Wolffes safety as he did for you, he often had Fox keep a check on you, not everyone on Coruscant felt clones should be treated right. There has been a few attacks on members of the senate you Senator Chuci included. Your friendship with Fox grew , he was forever looking out for you, always your back and you enjoyed his company even if it was only for short periods of time. Finishing up the days work your Commlink suddenly goes off “hello Mesh’la” a familiar gruff voice pops through the biggest smile on your face appears. “hello baby please tell me you will be back soon? Bunny misses you” you swoon, a low chuckle erupts from Wolffe “oh bunny you have no idea how much I long to hold you. But you will pleased to know we are due shore leave for 3 days and we are on our way back” you can hear the grin in his voice. A giggling girly squeal is all Wolffe can hear “I can’t wait” you say spinning around in your chair full of happiness, “I will be at 79’s for a catch up with others then I will be straight over to yours , maybe we could order some food ?” Wolffes tone a lot softer “ sounds perfect see you then” the Comm cuts off and you make your way home.

Finally home showered and a small glass of wine in hand you realise you can’t wait any longer to see your lover , so off you go rummaging through your closet picking out a baby pink bardot satin dress with long sleeves, short and figure hugging and a stunning pearl feature that wraps around your neck and falls into the dress so beautifully, brushing out your wavy hair, spritzing your perfume on Wolffe loves , abit of makeup and your bag your good to go. As you flag down a speeder cab “79s please” as you hop in a feeling of burning desire runs coarse through your veins the excitement of being back in Wolffes arms you couldn’t wait any longer. You longed so badly for this.

The cab driver drops you off outside and as you step out you can’t contain this excitement you hurry inside gently pushing your way through the crowded bar eyes scanning the room for the Commanders usual booth , through the wave of clones across the dance floor you spy Rex,Cody and Fox however from the look on his face you get an unsteady feeling arise in you… then finally as you step closer your heart breaks. As soon as you saw that your lover was holding someone else in his arms, your whole body ached. It was like a blaster shot, straight into the center of your heart. You felt dizzy for a moment and knocked the drink out of someone's hand, leaving a red stain on the beautiful baby pink material, as if the wound in your heart made it bleed. You've loved this dress so far. Now it's definitely going to end up in the trash because it’s ruined, just like the love you two shared. It felt your world ended.

Your fucking bleeding inside, you feel as if your heart has dropped , the loud pumping bass from the music seems to fade. The face of the other Commanders stare at you in shock their mouths drop open as if they were an animal caught in headlights of a speeder bike. Cody elbows Wolffe who turns to face you. His eyes wide his mouth open like he wants to say something but nothing comes out. Without a second thought you storm over to the table and pull the Twi’lek woman off of Wolffe “get your hands off him!” you hiss in her face pushing her out of the way you turn to face Wolffe, eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall down your face but you keep your composure as best as you possibly can.

“How could you do this to me?” You scream over the music throwing the nearest drink you can find straight over his face before smashing the glass to the floor and running out of the bar, Wolffe didn’t move only dropped his head into his hands , Cody and Rex try to comfort him but he noticed Fox has ran after you. He raises his brow above his cybernetic eye and he leaves the booth following you both.

You didn't even realize how cold you were from the shock until you felt something warm on your arm. You looked up and Fox was standing next to you with a concerned look on his face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he began explaining it was not what you had thought, trying to convince you your lover was not cheating on you. He had been standing next to you the whole time you for months, keeping a watchful eye over you just as his Vod requested and even though he was busy, he always took the time to ask how you were. How was work and were you drinking enough water. He was here, Wolffe wasn't. Just like now. Frightened, Fox notices the red stain on the dress. "Meshla, are you hurt?" “Hurt? Yes. But that's just some spilled wine” “don’t tell me lies Fox I know what I saw with my own eyes, how could he do this to me?” You break down in Fox’s arms. “Mesh’la I promise you with my heart this is not what you think it is, a few of the shinys were stood near our booth this woman walked past one of them shoved her, Wolffe stopped her from falling over” he says softly and continues “ He did not do anything she was apologising for falling into him. You must believe me” .

Without evening realising your own actions your leaning closer to Fox’s face his breathe fanning over your lips, those calloused thumbs wiping away your tears, you can’t help but pull him for a desperate kiss, your hands grabbing onto the nape of his neck , he holds you tight around your waist. A kiss lasting no more than two seconds you both pull away shocked at what happened. Upon turning around around you see Wolffe standing there his eyes look broken. He was just standing there , still not moving , but his gaze darting between you and Fox “Vod… tell her exactly what happened” Fox’s voice laced with concern for both of you. "Or maybe you two should tell me… is there something I should know? Hmm?" Wolffe asked coldly.

"I..I... You were away! And barely had time to com me. I thought ….” you stammered nervously

"What? I was doing my job, Meshla." and there you just got the famous and iconic Wolffe eye roll.

You've seen it, but it was never meant for you. Until now. You thought it looked good on him, the eye roll was his trademark. But now you hated it. Anger bubbled up in your stomach. You missed him , you saw him with another woman wrapped around him and all of this drama left a bitter feeling mixed inside you and it burst out with great anger. “Your job was to stay! To care!" you shouted in his face before turning to walk away.

“Ner cyar'ika Gedet'ye ibic cuyir not meg gar mirdir” Wolffe begs you stepping closer he takes your hands in his. His voice no where near as cold as it was mere moments ago when he found you and Fox. You cannot stop the tears rolling down your face as you pull with all your strength to break free from his grip “I can’t trust you anymore, y… you had your arms all over her! I-I saw the look on your face!!” Your screaming at him now pounding your fists into his chest plate as he tries to hold you steady, you cower at his touch feeling repulsed “goodbye Commander Wolffe” . You turn to walk away heart pounding in your chest. Desperately trying to keep ahold of you “please … p-please Mesh’la don’t leave me… please” Wolffe is begging you.

Angry , so frustrated and so confused, you grabbed the bottom of your dress just by the stain and took off running. “I can't do this, it's too much. I need time" you said to them. While running, you heard your name and nickname in two similar voices but in different tones. Your hair just fluttered over your shoulders, you looked like a runaway princess. You didn't know what hurt more, that you didn't trust Wolffe enough, or that you started to have feelings for someone else. Even if it was tiny, the feeling was there. This was not your behavior. You didn't want to hurt anyone, yet you ended up being the one who was hurt. Plus, even they were injured in the chaos you caused with the kiss. You cursed loudly. What should you do now? What's next?

6 months later you heart still hurts, you tried to focus on your work but at times you had to work with the clones. You remained professional and kind they were still your friends who always looked out for you. However your thoughts still lingered . You wish you could quit him, you wish you never missed him and told him you loved him every time you fucked him, obsessed with the thought of your Commander Wolffe the pain just grew and grew. Your tears are dried up now you just there without a sound.

You get a message through on your Holopad assigning you to a mission with the 104th, as you begin to pack your duffel bag and get ready to make your way to the GAR base, you can’t help but feel conflicted. There is nothing more in this galaxy you want than to see your lover but you don’t want to see him knowing he was hurt you let alone kissing his Vod a moment of weakness you knew deep down the feelings you felt for Fox were not the feelings you still harbour for Wolffe. Pushing the thoughts out of your mind you make your way to work to the Star Destroyer you are greeted by the friendly and kind Boost and Sinker “hello boys long time no see” you smile at them however your smile doesn’t stretch too far.

“Nice to see you again Senator we’ve missed you around here!” Boost blurts out.

It is lovely to see your boys again nowhere you can’t help but worry when you will run into Wolffe and the maker must not be on your side today because for you know it 𝗧𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗞!!! He walks straight into you as your turning the corner. You let out a small gasp looking up at him , those bright blue delicate eyes he loves. “My apologies Senator” he’s says removing his helmet his eyes burning down on you “how..ahem how have you been?” He asks inquisitively. Afraid to even look at him you answer back in a cold tone “fine thanks. I have work to do Commander” you walk away your heart sinking again just like it did the night you saw him with the Twi’Lek.

A few rotations pass and you keep your best to stay out of Wolffes way , yet when you do see him a few stolen glances in the cool grey corridors of the Destroyer, once or twice you may of brushed up against him in the elevator but oh maker you feel the intense heat between both of you. That desire hasn’t left you. His gloved finger tips grazing over you.

You try your hardest to ignore it all but your love for Wolffe has not gone and it never will. A hot mug of caf in your hand you sit at your desk scrolling through your reports ensuring all is correct before sending it off to the Senate a loud knock at your door “come in its open” you call out your head not lifted from your work.

“Mesh’la please can we talk?” It’s your lover , at first you don’t know you feel it takes a few minutes before you can look up into his beautiful face those gorgeous eyes captivating you each time. “Talk about what Commander? Do you need to review my reports?” You can’t help but keep the cold tone with him still fully not looking at him. Wolffe walks over to your desk sitting himself down at the edge his hand ghosts over your face before his thumb and index finger grab your chin “look at me mesh’la” his voice more demanding now, “ what Wolffe!” You don't want to look up to his golden and cybernetic eyes,those gorgeous eyes you missed so dearly ,so you focus on the floor even though his grip around your chin tightens. It's better if you stay calm and cold. You cant afford to fall in love any deeper than you are and get hurt over again. You can't take anymore pain. Your always gonna want more from him. More of his time, more of his love and more of his touch. "Please look at me" he repeats, but this time in his sad tone you notice something darker. That voice he used to speak when you two were intimate. Shivers run through you and you slightly bit your lip to stop your moan. So you look up. Big mistake. When your eyes meet. You see everything. The desperation, the need, the love he feels for you. It's too much, but you can't hold yourself back anymore. He was your soft spot, your weakness. You knew that you were always gonna belong to him.

And in that moment his arms pull you up onto him , his muscular arms seem even bigger than when he last held you , those shoulders even more broad than usual. You both just hold each other tightly for what seems like a peaceful eternity finally Wolffe breaks the embrace those beautiful eyes filled with lust his pupils are dilated so wide , he is focused entirely on you. You recognise the desire in his gaze. His hands start to explore your body his mouth roaming over your exposed neck “Wolffe” is all you can softly moan out as your hands trail over his shoulders.

He groans “mmm my mesh’la I’ve missed you so much” then he crashes his lips to yours , his kiss is over powering , assertive you’ve missed this. “You know I can take you straight to heaven if you let me, I can make your body levitate mesh’la. Now let me” he says his voice dripping with pure desire , pure love. You open up your mouth as your tongues explore the inside of each others mouths. Slowly he begins unbuttoning your work blouse ripping it off you throwing it across the room. “You promise me it wasn’t what i thought it was?” You say between the intense kissing your hands unclasping his armour piece by piece. “No never your mine mmm only all mine bunny and I’m yours” that’s all you needed to hear.

You step back from the heated embrace and begin to strip yourself achingly slow removing your regulation skirt letting it fall to the floor you step out of it in just a sheer black lace bra and matching thong still wearing your heels, before long you begin to take off your bra and pull your hair out of the tight bun it was in letting it fall across your shoulders. Wolffe cannot take his eyes off you as you begin to walk over to him his half undressed state sending red hot fire all through your body. You start making your way around his body in a circle your hand brushing over his toned stomach then up his back to those broad broad shoulders , he turns to watch you over his shoulder letting out a low growl.

“Strip for me Commander , if what you promised me was true I want you to now show me it’s true, take your bunny” your voice dripping with filthy desire. And as the obedient man he is , only for you, he strips right down to his boxers you can see his rock hard length dying to escape. You stand infront of him for only a few moments bend over and place kisses over his clothed cock his groans are enough to make you cum your wet pussy clenching around nothing. You look up at him your sparkling blue eyes burning with the need of wanting your Commander to completely fill you up “is the Wolf going to take his pray? Take what is his?” You swoon up, your lips slightly parted.

Before you can even catch your breath Wolffe lunges at you pushing you up against the wall forcing your legs apart as he pushes his thick thigh between you , his hand trailing down your naked stomach pushing your thong to the side the cool air hitting your wet little pussy suddenly he forcefully shoves two thick digits inside you pumping away furiously “mmm FUCK” his fingers curling into that spot he knows you love “m-more please uhh” between panting and moaning your eyelids flutter at his touch “use your words little bunny” his voice so dark so ardour. Wolffes teeth sink into the soft flesh of your neck leaving bite marks to let the galaxy know there is only one person for him and that person is you. His fingers faster not letting up he can feel your close “I’m uhh so close nghhh” you can barley breathe as you can feel yourself reaching your climax “relax Mesh’la I got you now let go let me feel those beautiful juices” he rasps. His free hand now closing in around your throat while his eyes never leave you. He wants to see your face as you cum for him.

Bolts of pleasure wash over you it’s intense it’s incredible your legs shake as Wolffe loosens his grip on you. Pulling his fingers out from he he takes them to his mouth sucking every last drop of your sweet tangy juice he can get “mmm you taste so fucking good bunny” he gives you a long deep kiss before spinning you around and pushing you hard against the wall of your office. Again the same question left your mouth “ you promise me it wasn’t what I thought it was?” Gasping as you feel Wolffes thick hard cock pushed against your ass , his hand moves back up to grab onto your throat leaning your head back onto him so he can see your beautiful face “I said no. I am no Di’kut, she isn’t Ner cyar’ika”. His tone has become more dominated than it was before even thought it was only a whisper. You scramble to pull his boxers down so needy for his cock, Wolffe chuckles into your shoulder before biting into you again hard sucking and kissing that sweet spot on your shoulder. “Oh my bunny you have no idea what you do to me” his voice barely above a whisper as he begins teasing your wet core with his velvety tip. Sliding up and down your dripping sex the teasing is almost too much. Your desperate to feel him back inside of you. Ruining your tight pussy.

He doesn’t even give you a second before he slides into your soaking wet folds in and out at such a forceful pace, the stretching almost unbearable at the beginning “relax mesh’la” he soothes against your ear before his continues his relentless pounding , the drag of this thick hard cock inside you sends your vision blurry you become light headed the pleasure was intense it felt so good to be filled up again by your lover.

“Mmm fuck mesh’la!! You take me so well don’t you” Wolffe panted planting your neck with little kisses before removing his grip on your neck and moving it down to your hip holding you tight you know your already bruising , his free hand tormenting your clit rubbing circles against your swollen sensitive bud, this feeling it’s over taking you, you try to wriggle away “don’t you dare” Wolffe snarls into your neck only making his hold on you tighter “don’t be a little brat when you know I fucking love you bunny” his growling is sending over the edge all you can do is let out lewd filthy moans crying out his name “uhh Wolffe mmm I’m… gonna mm cum” you sound so desperate right now “let go for me” he pants into your neck biting on your delicate tendons. It was all too much your body reaches its climax as you arch your back your hands clinging onto his body , this huge wave of pleasure washes over you you pure ecstasy. Shaking against the wall your legs would buckle and give way if it wasn’t for your lover holding onto you. Wolfee continues to fuck you long hard fast strokes riding you through your high , the filthy sounds of wet squelching as his thrusts become more jerky. Wolffe shoves two fingers in your mouth to tilt your head back.

You keep grinding against him your pussy clenching so hard you want to milk him for all he has , your sounds almost like sobbing as you feel yourself on the verge of cumming again , the warm panting of Wolffes breathe against your neck as he moans your name you feel his warm seed shoot into you filling you up just how you wanted and you let yourself go all over his quivering member, his cum leaking out of you dripping down your thighs. Both of you slump forward as he removes his fingers from your mouth and grabs onto you like he never wants to let go. That pure feeling of love is back radiating between the both of you. A loud knock at your office door snaps you both back into reality

“She’s busy!” Wolffe shouts rather annoyed , you can’t help but chuckle if your face wasn’t red from the love making it sure is now.

“Umm sorry Commander we just stopped by to check on the Senator, we umm heard screaming so wanted to ensure she was safe” a little pause “thats Boost!” You giggle trying to hide your face. “As I said … she’s busy get back to work trooper!” Wolffe says as he begins placing tiny kisses across your shoulders.

“Sir, Yes sir!” You hear the footsteps wander off down the hallway. Wandering over to your desk to pick up your clothes you can’t help but look over at your lover his face full of pride “do you think they heard?” You ask sheepishly “I don’t care Mesh’la I told you your mine and only mine as I am yours”.

A few days had passed the mercy mission Master Plo and The Wolfpack had been sent on was a success. There had been many whispers among the clones and generals alike that there was a disturbance in the force, someone plotted the war on purpose playing both sides. Something didn’t sit right but you tried to push those thoughts to the back of your mind. Maybe you’d speak to Wolffe about this. Maybe he can help. You knew the 501st had been on quite a few tough missions so you were looking forward to a catch up with them at 79’s when they return for shore leave.

On your last night the Star Destroyer is heading back to Coruscant only another 10 or so hours before your back , whilst cuddled upto Wolffe in his private quarters he can feel how tense you are you’ve not really spoken a word all evening. “What is bothering you mesh’la?” He says tracing circles with his calloused fingers into your naked skin, his voice is laced with concern. It took you a while to answer … “ I’m not sure Wolffe I know we are closer to the end of the war it just feels like something isn’t right… I’ve been hearing things within the Senate and I I don’t know it’s making me question everything” you say still deep in thought staring blankly at the grey walls in-front of you. “Try not to worry mesh‘la” is all the battle hard Commander can say as he begins peppering your neck with his gentle kisses pulling you in to his embrace tighter.

You’d all been back for a couple of days , as much as tried to spend more time with Wolffe and this dark cloud looming over you , you had to finish off your work in the Senate , attend meetings, listen to new bills pass. It was becoming extremely stressful. Upon leaving you run into Fox he gives you a courteous nod, there had never been any tension since that night. Fox was your friend and your lovers Vod, it also seems there was no issues between Wolffe and Fox. That made you happy.

Later that evening you and Wolffe pop into 79’s for a few drinks , why not you think it’s been tough at work and still you can’t shake this feeling off dread. As you are walking through 79’s it may be packed , the music booming , several people dry humping each other , Wolffe’s arm possessively around your waist. You both slip into a U shape booth along with Rex, Cody and Fox they are quiet clearly deep in conversation.

“Evening boys” you smile typical Wolffe gives his usual grunt. “We know this goes higher” Cody says taking a sip of his whiskey before a deep sigh. You can help but notice the worry washing over their faces. Wolffe takes a large gulp of his whiskey and opens his mouth, before he speaks Rex suddenly blurts out “the nightmares” the table goes quiet.

“My troops have mentioned this… Tup… Fives” Rex shakes his head. Only a handful of people know about the two members of the 501st going into hiding. “Kix.. he is doing his own little investigation however we can’t seem to make much progress due to future battles” Rex says. Cody, Fox and Wolffe share a glance. “ we should speak to Master Plo” you say staring at Wolffe, the others look at you in agreement. “Wolffe?” You say resting your small hand upon his rather large gloved hand. “Let’s discuss this later Mesh’la” he says leaning across to kiss your temple. As both get up to leave calling it a night you bid goodbye to the others turning to Wolffe “Rex he seems very distressed , sometimes I question if he is the same man” you say with a heavy sigh. Wolffes arm grips around your waist tighter. “Rex nearly lost Echo at the Citadel… then Umbra happened it shook his trust in the Jedi slightly. Then having to loose Fives and Tup, our brothers. The war is taking a toll on us all” his eyes now firmly planted on the ground. You take his head in your hands lifting up slightly to look in his eyes “it won’t be forever baby” tenderly placing a kiss on his lips your hands snake round to grab the nape of his neck , he breaks the kiss ever so slightly and whispers to you “Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum” smiling into his lips “I love you too Wolffe”.

Some time passes the war seems to drag on but that uncertain feeling still plagues you. A many thing had happened since your evening in 79’s with your lover and his Vods. After the issue Ashoka had being wrongly accused you missed her she became a friend, you knew deep down it could not of been her , she dedicated her life to the Jedi order and she would not harm others. A loud knock on your apartment door brought you back to reality. “Coming!” You should as hurriedly throw on your long cream silk dressing gown as too open the door you see Fox stood there with Wolffe slumped against him “He took a hard knock to the head , our medic checked him over he just needs rest” Fox tells you , his eyes tired and blood shot they both walk into your apartment. “Take him to the sofa please I’ll make some tea, would you care for some?” You say as you wander off into the kitchen. Fox calls back slightly louder his voice trembling “No thank you mesh’la I have to attend to the paperwork”.

“Are you sure?” You smile warmly at him as you grab the teacups out and start preparing everything. “Yes thank you for your kindness. Please look after Wolf’ika tonight” he nods and smiles before placing a tiny kiss on your temple. In your front room Wolffe lays on the sofa he has removed his helmet but this look over his face fills you with an uneasy feeling and you can hear him muttering something under his breath “good soldiers follow orders”. At this point your practically on top of him holding his face so he looks ar you, this trance like state worrying you with each second passing. “Wolffe what happened? Talk to me please” your eyes wide with sadness and confusion. Your lover begins gripping the bridge of his nose as if to stop a painful headache… his eyes squeezing shut, his brows covered in beads of sweat… “Wolffe!”.

His groans are weak but as it it never happened he seems to snap out of it. His gaze finally meets yours “she is a traitor!” Snarling the words as he looks into your twinkling blue eyes. “Who?” You can barley muster out. “Commander Tano she was found with Asajj Ventress on the lower levels along with same explosives used at the temple bombing” his words cold shooting through you like a bolt of lightening.

You take a sip of the placing it back down “No she couldn’t of Ashoka would never do that” you protest before standing up and making your way to the large windows in your front room. Looking out you can see the temple in the distance some smoke still billowing.

Without fully noticing you feel Wolffe stood behind you his breath hot and heavy against your neck his large calloused finger tips digging into your hips pulling you into his usual possessive hold. You feel his lips trace over your neck heading towards that sensitive spot he begins kissing softly before lunging his teeth directly into your neck. You let out a whimper as Wolffe bits and sucks into your neck murmuring the same words he did when Fox brought him in “good soldiers follow orders” rather than the usual wave of pleasure that would over take you heating your core a feeling of dread takes over ….

To be continued

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Drunk on You [Warthog/GN!reader]

Hi, it's @goblininawig with a Warthog fic for @starqueensthings . I went the smutty route. Hope you enjoy it.

Tags, rating, summary, etc below the cut. 

MINORS DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Summary: A heroic rescue by the Wolfpack, brings you to a celebration in their honor, where you get up close and personal with the trooper, Warthog.

Pairing: Warthog/GN!reader

Rating: M/18+/NSFW

Words: 1,733

Tags: canon-typical action/adventure, fluff, smut, we-might-get-caught situation, oral sex/blow job

The Magistrate’s children had been rescued after several days of fraught tension. Fearing a Separatist plot, the Magistrate asked the Senate for help. They sent Jedi Master Plo Koon and his Wolfpack. In a matter of hours, they discovered the children, hiding in a cave, where they had taken shelter after the speeder they’d taken on a joyride crashed, causing serious injury to both children and vehicle in the process.

The cave’s mineral composition had blocked any scans for life signs. It was Jedi instincts and clone efficiency that saved the day, quickly locating the speeder crash and tracking them from there. The children had been frightened and hungry, but were on the mend at the healing center.

Now the city was free to celebrate. And none were more merry than the Magistrate and her husband. Though the clones were a close second. The banquet hall was filled with laughter and celebration. The troopers' boisterous, beaming faces, free of their helmets, were quite a sight to behold. Despite their common origin, each was uniquely handsome, and you found your eyes returning more and more to a certain one. Warthog, the clone catching your eye, had the GAR regulation haircut, but he still seemed to stand out from the others – at least, he did to you.

You’d met him while helping to set up for the current banquet. (Normally you were assigned administrative tasks, but when the Magistrate suddenly decided to throw a party, everyone had to pitch in and make it happen.) Warthog had saved a cask of wine from breaking when it fell off the gravloader you were pushing up to the kitchens. Most impressively, he’d caught it one handed, with his pilot’s helmet held under his other arm. Then he had introduced himself and had kept you company, helping you with various tasks, until Commander Wolffe had called him back to join the other troopers.

You raised a glass of wine to your lips and watched over the rim as Warthog reached over to clap one of his brothers on the back, laughing uproariously at his own comments. He gesticulated wildly and drew everyone around him into his conversation with his warm smile. Then he looked up and met your eyes across the banquet hall.

You startled, choking and spilling wine down your front. Muttering a curse, you put the glass down and dabbed at yourself with a napkin, cheeks feeling hot. You excused yourself and hurried out to deal with the mess you’ve made.

Warthog watched you leave, thought a moment, and then made a choice. He knocked back the last of his wine and announced: “Wish me luck, Wolfpack. I’m going hunting!” He grinned and left the table to the sounds of good-natured ribbing and howling from his brothers.

In the ‘fresher, you tried fruitlessly to clean up the wine stain on your top. You looked and felt ridiculous. You thought about going back to your room, but decided to wait until the fabric dries. Maybe then, with the low lighting and everyone drinking, it might go unnoticed.

Leaving the ‘fresher, you turned away from the hall where the others are carousing, heading towards the nearby balcony instead. It was a pleasant night with a gentle breeze. You looked out over the city, a glow of light against the evening sky, but then turned at the sound of someone stepping along the corridor nearby.

A moment later, the clone you’d been admiring stepped through the archway to join you on the balcony. Your mouth went dry at the sight. You found yourself unable to speak as he stalked closer to you, filling your vision with his broad shoulders.

“Everything alright?” he asked with a self-assured grin.

You bit your lip and awkwardly try to cover the stain with your hand. “Um, yeah, I just had an accident.” You cringed at how that sounded, but forced yourself to continue explaining. “Thought I’d let it dry out in the wind here.”

“Oh?” he queried, tilting his head so that the low light gleamed in his dark, velvety eyes. “And here I thought you wanted me to follow you. I saw how you’ve been looking at me all night.” You blinked and swallowed hard. “Oh, um, sorry?” you said awkwardly, face burning with embarrassment.

“Don’t apologize,” he returned, eyes still glowing with humor and heat. “I like it.”

He stepped closer, letting you feel the warmth of his body. His head tilted and his eyes dragged down the length of you and back up again, slowly.

“And I like the way you look too.”

“Oh,” you breathed softly, hands raising as if of their own accord to rest on his cuirass.

He covers one of your hands in his. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he murmured, voice low and husky.

You managed to whisper, “Don’t stop,” before he leaned in and covered your mouth with his.

Any lingering sense of embarrassment evaporated in the heat of Warthog’s passion. His kisses made your knees feel weak and you clung to his armored shoulders as his hands gripped your waist and lower back, pulling you closer. Your chest, stomach and groin pressed against plastoid armor, making you feel soft and pliant in comparison. He was a rock while you were a wave crashing against him. He gathered you against him, claiming your mouth with a fervor that lit up all your nerves.

With a groan of discomfort, he reluctantly pulled back. One hand stayed firmly on your lower back as the other slipped down between your bodies. There was a click and a sigh as his codpiece was removed and dropped carelessly to the floor. “That was starting to hurt,” he murmured, leaning close to your ear and kissing just beneath the lobe.

You closed your eyes and bared your neck to him. “Hmm, can’t have that,” you dreamily replied.

He left a trail of kisses along your throat and then inhaled your scent. “You smell so good,” he murmured, his lips against your skin.

You almost purred in response and he pulled back to smile at you. His dark eyes gleamed in the low light, focused on you like nothing else existed. Warthog dipped his head again, and you parted your lips to let him in, kissing with wild, eager abandon. He was so tall, dark, and handsome, but also much more than that. His generous nature, how he went out of his way to help you, his kindness, his sense of humor, and his obvious bravery were all so deeply attractive. It was almost shocking that someone like him could be interested in someone like you.

But the feeling of his mouth on yours was undeniable. And so was the heated length rubbing against your thigh. It sparked a deep hunger in you that had nothing to do with the banquet you just left. It made you feel bold and a little reckless.

“Let me make you feel good,” you urged the next time he pulled back from your lips to breathe.

A furrow appeared between his brows in a silent question that was answered when you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Warthog let out a quiet groan. His pupils widened at the sight, making his dark eyes appear even deeper and more mysterious than before. He watched you watching him, as he slid his hand down, and pulled his erection free of his black body glove.

Your mouth watered at the sight of his thick length, eyes going wide. It was one thing to hear that the clones were the best built men in the galaxy, and quite another to see the evidence of it up so close. Glancing up again, you caught his expectant, lust-darkened gaze and licked your lips. He moaned as you pressed them in a kiss to the length of his hard cock, followed quickly by another.

The weight and heat of his hard-on felt amazing in your hand, and against your eager lips. You covered it in kisses before drawing the head into your mouth, sucking experimentally. Warthog groaned above you and reached down to cradle the back of your neck.

“That feels amazing,” he murmured, mindful of being too loud so near to the banquet hall.

You hummed your agreement around him, drawing another moan from the back of his throat. Eyes closed, you breathed in his musk, humming happily again, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your neck in response. Then he combed his fingers through the hair at your nape as you started to swallow him down, little by little, and then as deeply as possible. Your tongue was flat against his heated shaft as you surrounded it with your mouth and your hands, pumping and sucking greedily.

Warthog leaned his weight on one arm against the balcony, his thick thigh muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself back from spilling into your throat. “Kriff, you’re so good at that,” he praised. It thrilled you, sending a tingle down through your body that you followed with a hand, slinking down you to press between your thighs. That sight sent another moan through the handsome man. You massaged his balls softly as you felt his cock at the back of your throat. You swallowed, letting the sensation tease him, before sliding your lips back up and down again, repeating the motion until you felt his balls tense, along with his fingers at your neck.

“I’m close,” he warned. “Can I cum in your mouth?” he panted.

You nodded quickly, looking up at him as he closed his eyes and let himself go with a shuddering moan of satisfaction. You swallowed every bit of it down, hand still busy between your legs; your body wanted more.

As he tucked himself away and re-clipped the codpiece, you stood and wrapped your arms around yourself. When Warthog finished dressing, he pulled you close. He kissed you softly, tasting himself on your lips.

“That was incredible,” he murmured, eyes warm and soft on yours. “I’d love to return the favor, maybe someplace more private?”

You smiled and bit your lower lip. “We can go to my room,” you offer.

He smiled back, stoking heat in your belly with the way his gaze raked over your body. “Well then, lead the way.” You took his hand and he eagerly followed you.

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A New Beginning: A Supergirl 6x20 Re-Write

Chapter 13: A Night To Remember

Lena had managed to sneak out with a garment bag and the ring just before Kara had gotten home. Part of the plan for tonight was to not get ready at Alex and Kelly’s place, but to make sure Kara was pampered before the party. Just before Kara got home and she left, she decided to leave a little note.

“Hey Sunshine,

Sorry I didn’t catch you when you got home. Alex and Kelly needed a last minute sitter for Esme for their solo crime fighting date. Don’t worry, I got you a little something to pamper yourself before our date night tonight: your favorite chocolates, your favorite wine and spirits…and a little something for our anniversary…”

That something, a simple gold necklace with Celtic Tree of Life as the adornment to be around her neck. It was Lena’s way of telling Kara they balance each other, and that they work harmoniously together.

“I know I didn’t have to, after lunch today, but I wanted to thank you for helping ease my fidgeting and nerves. You always know how you settle whatever uneasiness that plagues me. You may be National City’s Girl of Steel, but your my precious Sunbeam. See you tonight. Xx”

Kara had been out with Nia and Brainy, taking out the bad guys with ease and finesse, per usual. When she got home, the first thing she saw was the basket full of goodies Lena had left. Reading the note, she couldn’t help but feel giddy and excited. Seeing that she had a good few hours before the “party”, she decided to relax and pop open the wine Lena had got her, and decided to watch a new show Alex had introduced her to about an All-Girls Baseball team during WWII.

“This show better be all Alex said it would be.” Kara plos down on the couch with her wine chocolate. “I was promised fruits.”

*National City Suburbs*

Meanwhile, at Alex and Kelly’s place, the rest of the Super Friends we’re getting ready, finalizing plans and making sure everyone on the guest list makes it to the restaurant.

“You going to be okay with a panicked Lena while we finalize everything?” Kelly asked as she finished strapping on her black heels with gold studs. What she was wearing was a black lace jumpsuit with a gold belt to emphasize her muscular curves with her luscious black hair swept and pinned to one side.

Alex came out wearing a dark, almost like she was wearing hellfire itself, mahogany suit with a charcoal lace bodysuit underneath. Her short hair was in loose curls and pinned at both sides. Her black booties gave her a couple inches, making her slightly taller than Kelly. “I think she needs me. She was in full blown panic mode the moment she got her. Maybe a sister-in-law, heart to heart is what will help.”

As Alex was talking, smoothing out her suit and checking to see if she looked put together enough, Kelly was eyeing her in the mirror, like the snack she was.

“What?”

“Nothing…you just look…” Kelly comes up from behind to hug her around the waist, resting her chin in the indentation between her neck and shoulder. “You look stunning.”

“So do you.” Alex took one last deep breath before turning around. “You think things will go according to plan?”

“We have to hope they will. Even if they don’t, it’s Kara and Lena. They could be having this party in the middle of nowhere, and it still would be an amazing night.” Kelly reassures with a comforting hand squeeze.

“Guys.” Nia pokes her head in after knocking. “Hate to break up the clearly cute moment you two were having, but we should probably go pick up everyone to bring them to the restaurant.”

“Go.” Alex gives Kelly a kiss. “Keep me updated.”

With the others out the door, Alex knew a trick that would work. With two cold glasses of Bourbon, she headed to the room Lena was getting ready in. “Lena? You decent?”

“Come in Alex.” Lena was sitting at a vanity, finishing the final touches on her half up/half down style. She was wearing a two piece navy suit with a white blouse with a built-in ribbon bow tie. The pearlescent copper makeup with dark garnet smoky corner on her eyes really made the ocean blue tones really pop. And she was wearing her mother’s pendant, just as an extra good luck charm.

“Lena.” Her future sister-in-law took her by surprise. “You look.”

“A mess?”

“No, you look…radiant.” Alex hands over the second glass of Bourbon. “But I figured this glass of liquid courage could help.”

If there was one thing Lena learned, it is that her soon to be family was very good at reading people. Graciously accepting the glass, she nursed the drink so as to not get tipsy before the biggest night of her life. “I just want tonight to go well, Alex.”

“Hey, you have nothing to worry about.” Alex didn’t know how wrong she was at that moment. “And even if; that’s a big if, you know Kara isn’t going to care. Even as a kid, if something with our plans went wrong, she would be the one to offer an alternative. And anything she did offer…turned out pretty great. Whatever happens tonight, it’s going to be great because you two will have your whole support system there to celebrate you.”

Finishing the last of her Bourbon, she takes a deep exhale to herself before standing to swing on her blazer. “I really appreciate our talks, Alex. Looking back at how far our relationship has come…”

“Past me wouldn’t have believed it either.” Dusting off the shoulders of her future sister-in-law, she then tied the ribbon into a bow around Lena’s neck, the final thing, in her eyes, that would cement their bond. “Lena, without a doubt, you have been the best thing that has happened to Kara. Because of you, she’s been able to love every part of her life again.”

“The feeling is mutual.” Lena blushed, a shade of pink that was near identical to the shag rug beneath her feet, that seemingly took away the rest of nerves just by standing there.

“Come one, let’s get you and my sister engaged. I’ll even drive you.”

“Alex, you don’t have to.”

“Lena, I’ve got time before I have to get to the restaurant to help with the rest of the preparations. Plus…it gives you time to text Kara.” With a wink, she shut the back door of the car, and then drove off the building where they would take their helicopter ride over the city.

*National City — Big City Eats*

Kelly had taken up the mantle with getting the restaurant ready for the party. The atmosphere in the place was hectic but filled with excitement. Kelly had made sure the bar was fully stocked because she knew not only Alex would be partaking, but Sara and Ava would be as well. Her main priority: everyone was relaxed and having a good time.

Nia was put in charge of the Photo Booth area, getting all of the silly props and paper party favors together. Did she get this idea from Mariah and Tessa’s engagement party on Young and the Restless, and show that clip to Lena who also ended up loving the idea? Absolutely. She was a sucker for the cheesy moments in life, and she wanted to make sure Lena and Kara had plenty to look at fondly in their future.

Brainy was surprisingly in charge of the music. Having learned a little bit about what everyone’s tastes were, and with Nia’s guidance as to what was “hot” and “not”, he had a pretty equal balance. He was certain there would be a 100% chance this playlist would be the reason why the engagement party was a success.

Catering from not only the restaurant, but Big Belly Burger and Jitters was called in ahead of time. Food and refreshments were the easiest part.

J’onn was in charge of getting all of the guests. And with a pool pitched in from everyone, they sprung for the swankiest limo ever. When he pulled up, the party guest flowed in as follows: Sam, Ruby, Esme, Sara, Ava, Cat, Barry, Iris and Lois.

However…one thing did end up going wrong.

“Kelly.” J’onn had discretely waved her over.

“By the way you just waved me over…something fell through.” Kelly sighed, feeling her heart break for Lena.

“The Helicopter pilot Lena booked had accidentally double booked. I tried to convince him that tonight was important, but he wouldn’t budge.”

“Lena’s going to be crushed. But we can’t lose hope. I remember Alex telling me that Kara would always find a way to fix hiccups.” Kelly, forever the optimist.

As soon as she said that, Alex entered. “Okay, Lena’s dropped off. Kara should be showing up any moment. That’s going to be a ride over the city they will never forget.”

“About that…” J’onn began.

“What happened? I was only gone for an hour. Something can’t have failed already.”

“The Helicopter pilot double booked and wouldn’t budge.”

Alex had a light bulb moment, smiling to herself. “Kel, this might just be a blessing in disguise…and everything is going to be fine.” Leading them to their friends and Esme, they mingled to pass the time until the two Love Birds showed up.

*National City—Rooftop of the Lena Luthor Foundation*

Patient, but nervously waiting for Kara to arrive, Lena began to pace which was something she rarely did.

“Where the hell is this bloody helicopter? I swear if this idiot double booked…”

The rooftop door opens to reveal Kara in a black suit with flowers embroidered all over, cream colored blouse that made Kara’s tan glow as bright as the sun, her golden beachy curls pinned into a braided crown with a few strands framing her delicate yet chilled features, patent leather pumps, and the Celtic Tree of Life Lena had gifted her. To supplement her “glasses”, she went with a Smokey Amethyst eye look; she knew that would get Lena’s attention along with her outfit. Before even announcing her presence, she had to take a moment for herself to drink Lena in. There before her was the most beautiful woman in National City. She was also right about Lena being worried from before.

“It’s about time you sho—” Lena couldn’t even finish her misplaced sentence when she saw Kara. Having clutched her chest after feeling her breath physically leave her body at the sight of Kara, she couldn’t help but stare. “Showed up. Kara, you are an absolute vision.”

“You’re looking glorious yourself.” Beaming at her girlfriend, she crossed the helipad pavement to place a gentle peck to her temple before rubbing the small of her back. “So, what exactly are we doing up here? All you told me was it was a surprise.”

The exasperated sigh was all Kara needed to hear from Lena that the surprise was ruined. “Well, I wanted to do something special for our anniversary. And from the lack of noise of a whizzing propeller…The helicopter isn’t coming.”

“Woah, wait. You got us a helicopter?”

“I just wanted us to have a special ride over the city before we went to go have dinner and—”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Kara captured the rest of her worries with a kiss, then a kiss to her palm to reassure that the microscopic inconvenience didn’t upset her. “Lena, do not worry. The fact that you planned all of this, and kept it a surprise from me…the gesture alone means the world.” A touch to the forehead accompanied with brushing her stray hair aside was the final sign she could give to show it would be fine. “Besides. I have a better idea…”

“What do you—”

Kara started to float off the ground, sweeping Lena into her arms. “This is better than any ol’ helicopter anyway.”

Lena just stared in amazement. Her girlfriend wasn’t even bothered by the fact that part of the surprise was ruined. Instead, she offered a far more romantic way to travel. “Here I was, thinking I would be surprising you.” She fibbed. “Turns out you continue to surprise me every single day.”

“Keeping you on your toes is fun.” And she took off towards the restaurant where she would have the biggest surprise of her life.

The chapter before the BIG question! Chapter thirteen is a good one, enjoy! 🙏🏻

[deadstarred]

LADY MYRIELLE FLORENT OF BRIGHTWATER KEEP , THE WANNABE QUEEN.

THE BASICS ,

name   :   myrielle florent.

title   :   lady of brightwater keep.

age   :   thirty.

marital status   :   secretly set to be betrothed. 

house   :   house florent.

homeland   :   the reach. 

gender   :   cisgender woman.

pronouns   :   she & her.

sexuality   :   bisexual.

faceclaim   :   zhu xudan.

hair color   :   black.

eye color   :   brown.

height   :   five feet, four six. 

religion   :   none, though she'd claim it's the faith of the seven.

western astrology   :   tbd sun, tbd moon, tbd rising.

alignment   :   true neutral.

positive traits   :   open-minded, sociable, strategic, ambitious, tender.

negative traits   :   self-serving, dishonest, manipulative, cowardly, sensitive. 

THE INTRO ,

for as long as myrielle has been alive, she's been told florents deserve better. they had the superior claim to highgarden. they were descended of kings, and myrielle had better behave in a way that suited that.

as long as myrielle has been alive, death has also swung above her head like an axe. a mother who died in childbirth left her a resented child, and the difficulties of said birth lead her to be an ill one. she was ill and small for the first years of her life, doted on by maesters.

her brothers, motherless, never quite seemed to forgive her, and her father became somehow doting and hypercritical all the same. she felt very isolated from her family since she was very small, but myrielle is also deeply loyal to them.

what better to do with an unwanted child than send them to highgarden? myrielle has additionally been a lady in waiting to avantika tyrell since their youth. any grumbles or bad blood about a superior claim are set aside, and myrielle does share affection and love for the tyrells. even though the florents really should—

this bit is tbd and updated as i plot!

myrielle is not without ambition. she could see herself in an advantageous position, even all the way at the top of westerosi politic, if you catch her drift. she views marriage as something purely political or social, not really a matter of love.

hence her promiscuity. men, women, anyone who catches her fancy is someone she's willing and ready to spend a night with. she uses plenty of discretion as to not, ahem, gain a reputation, but in her impatience to be married, myrielle has taken several lovers.

she is presently set to be bethrothed — basically the only reason she isn't already is because i want it to be a wc, and plan timelines and things accordingly with whoever plays that character! it can be purely advantageous on both their parts, they can share an affection, this person can love myrielle and be being taken as a fool, they can be manipulating one another... the possibilites are endless. point is, she's going to be going to be getting married, for maximum lady in waiting drama purposes.

myrielle isn't mean, but she IS firm and she doesn't let herself get pushed around. be mean to her, she'll be mean back. be nice to her, she'll be nice back. scratch her back, she'll scratch yours. she just might stab you in it if it means she can advance her place in life.

myrielle loves a good glass of wine, and perhaps indulges a little too much. it's five o'clock somewhere in westeros, am i right? she's also a major gossip, especially when secrets can be traded for one another, and especially when it benefits her. also especially when she's had said wine.

ultimately, i'm unconvinced myrielle knows what she really wants. she knows she has ambition and likes the security of power, and she knows she's been told what she should want. she just doesn't know she can redirect her energy into anything that isn't social climbing.

will sometimes play mind games for fun. she's not a bad person, she just wants to sharpen her skillset, she swears.

DID YOU KNOW THAT THE FLORENTS HAVE A SUPERIOR CL-

WANTED PLOTS ,

the betrothed : this is the big one. like i said above: this can be any sort of plot, but i will say i don't think it's realistic of myrielle is the one being taken for a ride, but i'm open to hearing people out! this would also need to be a husband that would somehow advance her in some way, either by tendering an alliance or placing her in a more powerful house.

the brothers : myrielle is not close with either of her brothers, and they are intensely resentful of her after the death of their mother. whether this was their own decision or if it was essentially fed to them is up to you, but it's caused a great source of tension for all of them. myrielle rarely saw her brothers as a girl and there is considerable distance between them.

the leech : while myrielle likes to keep around anyone she can just in case they become useful (or because she genuinely likes them!) but... thus is not the case with this person. myrielle cannot hide her distaste, and yet, they keep coming to bother her time and time again. whether they genuinely like her and want to be her friend and she just finds them annoying, they're a flirt she's disgusted by, or they're particuarly cruel to her and she just wants to stop being bothere doesn't matter. they approach, she grits her teeth. that's the plot.

more friends in general , fake ones or real ones.

lovers , most realistically from the reach but also from anywehre.

enemies , someone that sees right through myrielle and into her games.

[xtruss]

Are Canadians Really As Nice and Polite As Everyone Thinks? Canada Has A Reputation For Being Nice. It Might Be A Myth.

— By Jake Rossen | Feb 27, 2024

As stereotypes go, one could definitely do worse than being thought of as overly nice and polite. Those are labels often applied to residents of Canada, the North American country that has brought the world everything from poutine to Ryan Gosling. Visit Canada and you might expect people to be unfailingly respectful. But is this cliché actually true?

Why are Canadians nice? Are Canadians polite?

Why Are Canadians Nice?

It may help to first understand where this belief originated. Nelson Wiseman, director of Canadian studies at the University of Toronto, spoke with MacLean’s in 2017 about the country’s reputation for near-subservient dispositions. Wiseman pointed to Canada’s previous subordinate roles under other regimes, particularly the British, whose mannered traits may have become endemic in the population over time. Good manners, of course, imply a certain politeness.

Once entrenched, the trait seems to have become pervasive. Some have noted Canadians tend to honk their horns less, and even commit fewer murders. (In 2020, the homicide rate was 1.95 per 100,000 people, compared to 6.5 in the U.S.) A 2015 BBC travel piece by Eric Weiner described Canadian hospitality down to the demeanor of its border guards.

“We experience Canadian nice as soon as we reach customs,” he wrote. “The U.S. border guards are gruff and all business. The Canadians, by contrast, are unfailingly polite, even as they grill us about the number of wine bottles we’re bringing into the country. One year, we had failed to notice that our 9-year-old daughter’s passport had expired. They, nicely, let us enter anyway. The niceness continues for our entire trip, as we encounter nice waiters, nice hotel clerks, nice strangers.”

Are Canadians Polite?

It may be true that Canadians at least appear to be more optimistic and well-mannered. A 2018 study published in the journal PLOS One examined words most commonly used by both Canadians and Americans on Twitter over a one-year period in 2015. Canadian Tweets were over-represented by words like beautiful, happy, and thanks, while Americans tended to lean on hate, ugly, and slurs, none of which are terribly nice.

But the study had limitations. For one thing, it may be that Canadians simply chose to broadcast more positive messaging, or that they self-selected to express those sentiments publicly. It doesn’t suggest a characteristic indicative of the entire population.

So is this ultra-niceness accurate? In reality, it’s probably more a portrait of perception than anything. Canadians enjoy “nice” amenities that appear altruistic, like free health care; celebrities hailing from Canada appear nice, but most celebrities are cognizant of their reputation and aren’t likely to appear overly rude. That’s hardly limited to Canada.

It’s also possible Canadians are perceived as more modulated thanks to constant comparison to Americans. According to Wiseman, Canada is seen as a collective—again, think health insurance—while Americans are thought to be more about individual fulfillment.

Ultimately, broad categorization (i.e. stereotypes) is a poor measure of a culture regardless of whether it’s positive or negative. Canadians probably aren’t any nicer than anyone else, but they might be too polite to argue about it.