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lightsaberupmybutt · 3 years

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A Friendly Massage (2) - Luke Skywalker x FemReader

part one is here!

This imagine is over 5000, this imagine is over 5000 words, this imagine is over 5000 words. i don't know why this is so long, i just wanted to write a quick little part two and its 5000 words of tension and smut and I'm not even sorry, you did this to yourselves.

warnings: SMUT was a tiny slice of oral (male receiving ) on the side, enjoy.

Day to day life carried on as it always had after your run in with Luke the other night, however you knew something had shifted.

And he certainly felt it too. Your usual good mornings and friendly waves in passing were met with stuttered, awkward greetings and a gaping lack of eye contact. It was obvious that something had to be said to resolve the growing tension between the two of you, but you'd be damed if you were the one to address the elephant in the room. Besides, it was HIS rather large, excitable elephant that had causes the issue in the first place.

So you waited, biding your time and convincing yourself that on some level this refusal to acknowledge your lust was actually just subliminal jedi training. patience is important right? that seemed to be something Yoda would approve of? abstinence? Although he probably wouldn't be proud of your solo late night escapades that were fuelled by fantasies of what the Blonde Jedi would have done to you if he had just had a smidge more confidence; how he would have looked underneath you while you rode him, unraveling with your every bounce, lips parted whispering your name repeatedly like its the only word he had ever been taught. You wondered if he even liked being ridden, or was he the more dominant of the two of you ? you doubted it, as much as he showed great strength and leadership in the training hall, Skywalker didn't give off the sexual prowess of someone who was largely well experienced, it made sense that he wouldn't be left with much time for bedding girls around you know, saving the whole entire planet from his own fathers borderline demonic regime.

Truly, though, you had never felt like he wouldn't know what he was doing. Especially after that massage he had given you, even if it was a tad brief. Like knew how to use his hands, even if one of them was mechanical. You found yourself wondering if he used them differently, if he happened to have more dexterity in one set of fingers than the other, how that would feel if those fingers where being put to use inside of your tight -

“Y/N? have you been listening to a word I've just said”

Youre whipped out of your thoughts by an all too familiar voice as you vainly attempt to stop your cheeks from turning pink in front of your fellow Padwan’s. You stumble to find you words while simultaneously praying Luke hasn't decided to use his weird mind reading ability in the last 10 minutes of your brain wander or so.

“Sorry sir” is all you can offer, as you truly have not the faintest of ideas of what he was just talking about. You don't miss the way luke stiffens when you use the term of authority toward him, a trick you normally would not exploit however unluckily for him, he caught you completely of guard. He lets out an exaggerated sigh before he returns to pacing,

“You can all return to your activities” He dismisses you all, and you scurry to the door with the others before he adds,

“not you, Y\N”

ah shit.

He waits until everyone has exited and the door has shut behind then before he turns to you,

“Whats up with you lately?” his teaching voice is gone, he's back to exasperated friend luke,

You chortle on a gasp of air as you shoot him an accusatory look, taking a few steps closer to him with your finger outstretched like a weapon,

“whats up with ‘me’?” you mock, showing your finger towards yourself, before dramatically turning it back on him, moving even closer.

“What the fuck is up with you Luke? your the one who's being weird with me, don't pull some uno reverse card on the last few days”

You can see the lost puppy dog look in his eyes, as he tries to scramble together some sort of reply,

“and don't fucking lie to me” you add, closing the space between you so that you're now jabbing him in the chest with your pointer finger.

“i er, .. i don't know what you're talking about Y/N” god, even the way he says your name is hot, you feel feat rising again in areas it shouldn't but you push it away, your pride not wanting him to get the best of you even if your body would quite happily will it.

“Liar” you spit at him with such venom it surprises even yourself, accompanied with another jab to the chest, this one maybe a little harder than the ones before.

“ouch” he mumbles, trapping the accusing finger in one palm and rubbing his chest with the other, the dramatics causing you to roll your eyes.

“Hey, don't do that!” he fires back, you can tell he's trying to sound stern but its not really all to effect when he's still rubbing out the pain from your finger jab.

“do what?”

“roll your eyes at me! I'm your senior” he puffs his chest, but his eyes still are full of surprise at your sudden outburst.

“really? are you now luke?” you push him, his hand still wrapped around yours, sending sparks through you arm.

“yes, i am” His voice is breathy, his breath splaying down onto your face as he speaks. You suddenly realise just how close you have managed to get to him, previously too lost in the moment. Your body is all but pressed against his, head tilted down ever so slightly so that he can be on the same eye level as you. There isn't much difference in your height, but right now he feels like he's towering over you.

Its rare that you see this side of Luke, normally so soft and docile towards you. The tension of this argument and sheer stress that has been building inside of him since your incident is starting to bubble over the surface as he's trapped so close to you now. You can tell he's surveying you, begging you to make the next move though fear he will say something he might regret.

But maybe that is what you want from him, after all the last happy accident between the two of you has been the image you have gotten off to for the last four nights.

“prove it then”

“prove what?” Luke looks confused, suddenly drawing back a little like he'd completely lost the trail of your conversation, head tilted to the side like a bewildered golden retriever,

“prove that you're my senior” you whisper back, almost not wanting him to hear it. You can tell by the way his light sapphire eyes gaze over he does though, as he watches you pull away and leave the training room, door slamming behind you.

You slip past two bodies as you rush back to your dorm, your confidence leaking and the implications of what you just challenged beginning to set in. Hans and Leia both follow their gaze after you, the two having witnessed the end portion of yours and Lukes confirmation through the viewing window while waiting for the princess’s twin to finish for lunch. Leia turned to Hans, eyes narrowed,

“you don't think they might actually….” she trails off,

“bang? oh definitely” Hans answers, still looking at the shaken remnants of Luke Skywalker, who liked like he may have lost all brain function capacity.

It had been ten hours and forty five minutes since you'd left look in your dust in the training room, not that anyone was counting. And you had concluded two facts while on your bed in that time;

Luke clearly didn't feel the same way you felt for him; you had left him with basically an invitation to come and take you and he was a no show.

to avoid facing the death by embarrassment you would inevitably suffer you will be spending the remainder of your sorry life inside the confines of this very dorm. it seemed the adult thing to do.

You muffled a yawn, the sun had long past retired, and from your place on your bed you could just make out the two moons and multiple consolations now decorating the dark blue night.

Lifting your arms above you head in a stretch, you caught a whiff of sweat and instantly sighed; as much as you had been willing to enjoy never moving from you bed until either starvation or dehydration took you out of your misery, you did happen to stink like garbage.

You scuffled off the bed and out of your cloak and training pants, that had been left on from hours ago, making a mental note that at least you'd wouldn't have to worry about washing them if you never saw look again. You shimmied out of you knickers and unhooked your bra, throwing them onto the floor to join the rest of your discarded outfit before wandering over to your bathroom and turning on the shower, untangling your hair the best you can while the water warms.

When you finally stepped under the water you let out a hiss at the feeling of the heat against your skin, basking in the feeling of droplets on your now bare body. You let your hand roam, starting at your chest and finding a path down past your belly button and hips, your skin trembling as your hand drifted over the area between your thighs.

You let out another hiss, your fingers finding their way between your folds, teasing yourself. You enjoyed the tension loss for all but a moment before flashes of luke pressed against you in the training room earlier flew back into your brain; how hot his skin had been against yours and how his scent had been so strong in his sweat after the hours of sparring multiple Padawan’s. You moaned, half in frustration with yourself for ruining your moment and the other half in want.

He's even spoiling your shower time now, what a dick.

You snatched your soap bar from the shelf and scrubbed viciously, not allowing yourself the enjoyment of a relaxing shower due to your own self betrayal. You ran some through your locks, cursing whichever part of your brain was telling the rest that this would feel a million times better if it was the Jedis hands in place of your own.

Once you had finished mentally punishing yourself, you turned off the water and stood there for a minute contemplating the likelyhood of a bang to the head removing your memory of todays events.

After all, it would be so simple, a little slip in the shower and poof! Sure, Luke would remember it all, but would he really have the guts to say anything to you about it? surely he wouldn't want to risk your recovery from a very accidental definitely not self inflicted head injury now would he? However, if your preexisting luck was anything to go off, you'd probably forget everything but the sexual tension you had for your master.

Cowardly, you stepped out safely, making sure not to fall, and wrap yourself in a soft towel, leaving your hair to drip down onto your shoulders. You step out of your bathroom, not noticing the shadow that had formed in the corner of your room until they cleared their throat, causing you to just back in sheer terror, going over on your ankle and nearly dropping your towel all together.

“Sorry i er..”

“Luke? what the Fuck are you doing” You gasp out, staring blindly into the darkness as the shape shuffles on their feet awkwardly,

Luke moves closer, the small amount of light left from outside casting across his soft face and mop of hair.

“I didn't mean to scare you” is all he can offer,

“And what part of you hiding in my room while i showered would not come across as scary?” You shot back, more dazed than angry. You knew what him being here meant, but him hiding in the most light depraved corner of your room while you tried not to masturbate to images in your head of him in your shower was never part of the fantasy.

“i didn't realise you'd be showering this late” He replied, as if that answered the question as to why he was hiding in your room so late at night at all.

You strained your eyes trying to peer at him, and he seemed to notice, taking another few steps forward into the moonlight. Maker did he look good, under the stars his skin glowed and his hair caught copper and silver highlights that made your knees weak. His soft features were taunt and there was mischief in his eyes, a familiar sight but in the situation at present it made heat grow in your lower stomach.

Something told you he could see it in your face too, whatever he was looking for, because he kept on moving in on you, like a predator after their pray, You weren't used to seeing Luke all wound up like this, the only other time being the last time he was in your room, but the situation was different this time. There was an open air of lust and anticipation flowing around the two of you, you could only compare it to what the force had felt like the few times you'd managed to master it. It was like something spiritual was drawing you two closer, your body was working on autopilot, moving without your conscious command. He had closed the gap between you by now, but he didn't make a move to touch you or even say any more than he already had, simply staring down at you. When you realised he really wasn't going to be the one to break the silence, you stepped up to the mark for him,

“Why are you here Luke” It wasn't really a question, you knew what you had said to him earlier, the words that you had been replaying over and over in your head ever since.

“Because..” He trailed off, as if he was trying to find the right way of wording his thoughts, you took this as a chance to push him a little further, no matter how nervous you both were right now, you knew him well enough over the last year to learn how to fire him up, and right now a pent up Luke was exactly what you wanted. You knew you were playing with fire, but you doubted if he did react, it would be in a way you wouldn't enjoy. Quite frankly, the boy could pick you up and throw you out of your own bedroom window right now and you'd still probably be horny enough to find some form of sexual gratification from the experience

You saw his brow raise and his eyes flash before you heard his word,

“To show you what i want from you, Padawan” He smirked around the term, causing you to let out a small, nervous laugh.

“And what is it that you want from me, Master?” You hardly finish the word before his arms have snaked around your back and you're being lifted from the ground, letting out a squeal of surprise, your legs wrapping around his waist for support. He plopped you down on the bed, still situated between your legs, pulling a hand out on either side of your shoulders so that he could stare down at you.

“Thats not an answer luke” you quipped back, quite impressed at your ability to still functionally produce coherent words. He leaned down, his lips on your ear,

“oh, i think it is, Y/N” he breathed, letting out a boyish laugh before he could stop himself, almost giving you the chance to shoot another sarcastic comment his way, but as his lips touch the skin below your ear and start to plant wet hungry kisses there, the words dissolve into a soft moan.

His head shoots up and you see the look of concern in his eyes, confirming that maybe Luke isn't the most sexually experienced person on this planet. The sweetness in his reaction makes you weak, but you have lost the ability to reply with words, so you communicate through grabbing either side of his soft face and planting a hungry kiss on his lips.

For a moment you catch him off guard, frozen under you lips, and you worry that maybe you have somehow misread this situation entirely. Maybe he was just fooling around with you, maybe he wants serious?

But all that concern is dissipated by his lips finding rhythm against yours, equally as passionately. Okay, so maybe he isn't the best at reading you tell tale lust signs, but oh maker can he kiss. The movement of his lips alone is enough to cause severer wetness to pool between your thighs, your spin raising off the bed as far as it can to push your body against his clothed one. You're amazed your towel has lasted this long, especially after the near miss before, but now you find yourself wishing it hadn’t. Conscious of Luke being as respectful as it is, you also know that if you wait for him to remove it you may have melted away before he sees you; so you move a hand from his face to the tie at the top of your chest and pull it open, the towel cascading around you and leaving your front bare.

You had a feeling that Luke was a little too caught up in the moment to realise, so you gently slid you hand around one of his, waiting until he shifted his weight onto his other arm before you lowered it to you chest, letting it cup your breast. Lukes eyes shot open as he let out a gasp, lips opening just enough for you to tease your tongue against his bottom lip. His hand moved instinctively to squeeze, his thumb brushing gently over your already erect nipple. You shivered and moaned in response, but this time Luke knew this meant he was doing something right, so he repeated his actions.

You had to give it to him, he was a fast learner.

Your hand moved in an attempt to untie his cloak, but the action was proving difficult while Lukes mouth was on yours and his hand roaming your body, causing you to become inpatient.

“Take it off” You managed to get out between kisses,

You expected him to challenge your direct order, but he merely sat up and untied the cloak, slipping it from himself and removing his undershirt too. You watched as the moonlight danced upon his skin, his toned chest, years of Jedi training had certainly served his body well. This wasn't the first time you'd seen Luke topless, but it was the first time you hadn't had to hide the fact that you were really looking. Realising how long you had been staring you met his eyes again, half expected to see him smirking down at you, but he was just as lost in your body as you were his;

“You - You're Beautiful” He stumbled under his breath, you weren't sure if you were even supposed to hear it, but it made your cheeks burn either way. Before he could say anything else, you lifted your back up from the bed and pushed your body flush against his, planting kisses on his neck, eliciting a moan from the Jedi in response. You left little purple marks peppered in the wake of you lips, something you knew he may not be too pleased about in the morning, but you figured you might as well get away with as much claiming of him you could in the heat of the moment. He quivered underneath you, from this angle you could feel his ever-growing, now comically familiar, budge, his body naturally thrusting into yours, causing a beautiful friction against your heat. Luke was lost in the pleasure, and has seemingly temporarily forgotten he had hands, so you grabbed ahold of on and pushed it down to the bottom of your stomach, lifting your core from his so he could access it. Luke met your eyes again, this time you could tell him was clueless, his cheeks glowing a deep scarlet.

“I erm” You didn't let him finish, you'd figured Luke was a little inexperienced but not to this level. The massive reverse in roles made you feel a little powerful; suddenly you were the experienced one and he was your understudy. Maybe he should be calling you master? You made a mental note to remember that fact for tomorrow when the joke might go down better than in the middle of sex,

“Just rub around here” you told him, while guiding his hand to your bundle of nerves, making sure to show him the correct pressure you wanted, and then your lips were back on his.

Luke was slow at first, and it took him a while to actually bring his fingertips between your folds, however once he did he seemed to find the exact spot you wanted him in. Whether it the pressure of his cool finger tips or the fact that he had been unintentionally teasing the area so long, you released a borderline animalistic high pitched moan, lurching forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt him chuckle against your neck, repeating his action and causing you to squeal again,

“well then” He murmured into your ear, a cheeky air to his voice, causing you to groan knowingly - you'd certainly be mocked for that vicious reaction afterwards.

You wanted to smack the smirk from his lips, but instead you lowered one of you hands between your bodies, resting it on Lukes now fully erect but concealed member. He paused momentarily, before letting out his own moan as you started to palm him through his loose trousers. There was dampness under your hand, a mix of your slick heat and his own leaking member, but it only spurred you on more.

Lukes actions had become increasingly sloppy, his hand slipping lower and lower until one of his digits unintentionally bumped against your opening, causing you to jump in his arm and whine against his ear. Luke took this as a sign to dip the tip of the finger into you, testing to make sure this wasn't the wrong move, when you hum in response he slips the rest in up to his knuckle. The action makes you tremble, and you're panting and whispering jibberish into his ear. He removes the finger and then puts in back in slowly, still unsure. Its torture, literal torture. You start moving your lower body against his hand, riding it. You're not sure what makes him do it, maybe just a reflex, but luke bends his finger ever so slightly just at the right point of entrance and hits your inner sweet spot, causing your tummy to do a flip and move wetness to peek from your core. His other hand finds your clit again, without you having to instruct him this time, and the mix of both actions causes your eyes to roll back into your head and you to let out a quieter but still prominent squeal. Luke laughs again,

“Calm down little one” He teases, confidence dripping from his ever word.

Maybe its the temptation to remove his smugness again, or maybe you're just turned on so much by this cocky side of Skywalker you've previously not seen enough of, but you instantly reach your hand under his waistband and inside his boxers, finding his length and stroking it directly with your hand.

He instantly spasms under you, almost bucking you off him, and you thank god you're near enough to your headboard to catch yourself before he does.

“sorry” he mumbles, steadying you with one hand, his other still inside your heat.

“Shhh, its okay” you reassure him, before gently removing his hand from your heat and pushing him back a bit, causing him to look at you with confusion.

“I just want to see it properly” You tell him, working on his waistband again.

“You already have” he groans, clearly getting some secondhand embarrassment from his previous accidental boner experience, but lowering his pants and boxers none the less, his manhood springing out.

he hisses slightly as it meets the cool air of the room, his head rolling back ever so slightly - and you don't think you've ever seen a sight so sinful and glorious in your life.

You lower your head down towards it but he catches your forehead against his palm before you can meet your goal,

“erm? excuse me”

“youre excused ?” you reply, looking up at him from your position almost at his manhood,

“what are you doing?”

“Oh luke i think you know fine well” You dip your tongue out between your lips, and it just reaches the very tip of his head, catching a little of what he's leaked there. Luke lets out a throaty moan in response, and you take advantage of his distraction, moving out from under his hand and licking his full length, from the base to the very tip. The sounds Luke makes in response are enough to almost make you tip over your own edge, but you try to suppress your own want long enough to put him all in your mouth and do a slow bob. He bucks into your mouth, unintentionally hitting the back of your throat and causing you to almost gag, the process causing him to mutter profanities that you never thought you would hear from the golden boy of the rebellion.

You only get in a few slow bobs before his hand returns to your head, but this time he doesn't push you away, so you continue to move your mouth around his length which his fingers get lost in your hair. You cant fit all of him in your mouth comfortably, and your mind starts to wonder to what is inevitably the next step, your heat reminding you of just how much you want him down there, fucking you senseless into your own bed while the rest of the ship sleeps (hopefully) unaware of your actions.

Suddenly Luke is tugging your hair, pulling you up from him so that he slips out of your mouth with an audible plop. You take a chance to actually look at him, surprised at just how unravelled he looks, sweat causing his locks to stick to his forehead in erratic patterns, his eyes the darkest shade of blue you've ever seen.

“whats wrong?” You ask him, your voice a little more course than you expected,

“ Im going to come” He tells you truthfully, embarrassment visible on his face. You want to giggle at his innocent response, but you also don't want him to feel even worse than he clearly does, so you suppress it and keep your eyes on his,

“Well come then “ you answer obliviously, still not truly understanding the route of his embarrassment. Sure, this wasn't exactly the worlds longest performance, but you'd seen much worse from people with much more experience - and at least Luke had actually managed to get you wet.

I want to but “ He stopped, turning away in frustration and drifting off at the very last minute, you waited for him to finish, reaching for his hand and rubbing your thumb against it, attempting to reassure him enough to let you continue.

“I want to fuck you” The way he says the words, like he knows he shouldn’t, makes it the most sinful line you've ever heard from anyone. You feel like he's just hit you with a sledgehammer, your core pulsing in response.

He still wont look at you, so you simply lean back into your bed, opening your legs, all prior shyness being pushed to the back of your mind by the raging lust that his words had fuelled.

“Fuck me then” You instruct him, and oh boy, he does.

head whipping around, Luke crawls back over you, eyes burning holes into yours as he meets your face, you bend your knees and grab his member with your hand, making sure to run it along your slit, gathering your wetness in its wake, before placing the tip at its rightful home, against your opening. Luke looks like he might burst, but you place a gentle kiss on his lips before guiding your body up to meet him, his tip entering you and stretching you out. You gasp at the feeling, Luke taking this as his cue to slow insert the rest of himself, filling you fully and causing you to clench around him on impact. Both of you are moaning now, maybe a little louder than appropriate for such a communal ship, but neither of you could find it in yourselves to care at this moment in time.

Luke was big, for sure. You remembered back to just before and internally cursed yourself for not making sure he used more than one finger one you; you were definitely no virgin but it had been a while since you'd been with anyone, and nobody had ever come near the size you were dealing with now. As luke started moving, the sensation of slight discomfort faded, and you were being overrides with a new force. You could feel every inch of him inside you, and partnered with his breathy moans of your name and his increasingly wild expressions, you could feel the coil of lust inside you beginning to build again. Maker, this was so good - surely things this good shouldn't be allowed for sinners like you.

Lukes movements got sloppy all to fast, you could tell he was fighting his high as long as possible

You were overpowered with the need to give him release, slipping one hand into his hair and the other to his cheek,

“Come for me, master” Your words caused his eyes to flash open, and his whole body to convulse, he didn't take much telling; you felt warmth leak into you as Luke let out a final throaty moan and his head flopped into your chest.

You lay there for a while, stroking the stray locks of hair from his face as both your breathing returned to a somewhat normal level, him still inside you as you started to leak out over the covers. You'd probably be bothered about that tomorrow, like the clothes unwashed on the floor and the sound complaints from the people either side of your dorm. But for now, nothing could bother you.

As you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep, Luke felt for the first time in years that nothing outside of this ship was worth any of his mind, he had all he needed here in this bed with you.

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clonecest-bin-account · 3 years

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Request: Toast (the sandwich/toast clone) and Dogma, SFW, where Dogma is new to the Coruscant Guard after being transferred there post-Umbara.

(This turned unexpectedly serious hdsjhfh anyway I hope you enjoy!)

When he’s been told that he had been reassigned to the Guard, Dogma had been confused. So what? No reconditioning? It turns out, reassigning clones left and right has been a strategy that has been going around for a while, now; the Jedi know about it, but they always turn a blind eye when they find a trooper in their ranks that wasn’t there before.

So hooray, he’s not going to get reconditioned, but now he has to navigate through the Guard; needless to say, he’s not that confident in his interpersonal skills, but he’ll manage, he’ll have to. He doubts he’d get a third shot at this, so he can’t screw this up.

Things turn out to be not that bad, especially considering that everybody minds their own business, which he appreciates. There’s also a certain structure and security that he appreciates, something that, in the heat of the battle, it was impossible to maintain for the battalions that are more involved in the war efforts.

After he’s had enough time to get used to how things are on Coruscant, he’s been sent to prison duty; more specifically, he needs to supervise the correct cremation of the prisoners’ dead bodies, which is quite morbid, thinking about it, but at least isn’t that hard for a rookie to do. Besides, Dogma has already lived through the battlefield, he knows about death, so this doesn’t faze him too much.

There’s only one thing: he doesn’t know what to do about his co-worker. Not that he causes any problems to him - he’s quite jovial actually - but still, Dogma doesn’t know how to address him, or if he should address him at all. He’s not exactly a huge fan of “making friends”, though the more time the two of them spend together, the more he wonders if he should at least try to strike a conversation with him that isn’t work related.

What if he sounds unlikable? What if they don’t get along? Wouldn’t that disrupt the working space’s peace? The last thing Dogma wants to do is to cause trouble, not when he’s got a second chance that he doesn’t even think he deserves.

Still, one day, the curiosity becomes too much to handle, and…

“Toast?”

The other clone startles before turning towards him. He probably wasn’t expecting to be addressed like this, out of the blue, and by Dogma of all people. “Yeah? Something’s wrong?”

“No, I was just wondering… Your name…”

There, he finally said it: it’s since they’ve met that he’s wondered about his name. Not that it’s such a weird name - at least Dogma thinks so, though he doesn’t believe clone standards are that universal when it comes to this stuff - but… Let’s just say that he has a hunch, and he wants it confirmed so that he can begin focusing on something else. Yes, he’s thought about it a lot; don’t ask him why, because he doesn’t know the answer himself.

“Ah…” Toast utters. Dogma isn’t able to read the expression on his face. “Well, I think we’ve been in each other’s company for you to understand why I’m named like that…”

Oh yes, Dogma is aware of Toast’s eating habits, but that’s not what he’s wondering about. “I just meant…” C’mon, Dogma, you can do it. “Did they give you this name, or did you choose it?”

“Huh?” Toast cocks his head to the side, looking at Dogma like he doesn’t understand what he means. Then he goes back to look at the control panel. “Well, if you really want to know, I didn’t pick the name. People began calling me like that and it kind of stuck.”

Oh, so it is like Dogma suspected. Interesting…

“How about you?”

“Sorry?”

“What? You asked me about my name, but I can’t ask you about yours?” Toast chuckles. At least he doesn’t look offended or upset.

“Oh, that…” Dogma mutters. “Well, it’s not that different from your name. I always followed orders to a fault, and thus ‘Dogma’ was born.”

“I see…”

For a moment, neither of them speaks again, thinking about this odd similarity they share.

Then, Dogma opens his mouth, and everything he’s been holding inside comes overflowing in his words.

“It didn’t bother me, or at least it didn’t use to, but now… You know, I’ve been wondering. If I was so much like that to earn myself a name specific for how I acted, can I ever become something more? How much of me is me, and how much is ‘Dogma’?”

He doesn’t even know why he’s telling this to Toast of all people, especially considering that they’ve barely interacted, but he couldn’t help himself. Maybe it’s because, deep down, he hopes he can understand.

“You know, I think I get what you’re trying to say…” is all Toast says on the matter, but to Dogma it means the world, because it means that he’s not alone in this.

And to think that there was a time in which he didn’t even care about it. For him, being called Dogma was a source of pride, because following orders is what they’ve been born to do, but after Umbara… He’s not so sure about that anymore.

Maybe one day, he’ll figure it out…

“Hey.”

O-Oh… Did he space out? Yes, he absolutely did. “Y-Yes?”

“I was wondering…” Toast begins, eyes still on the control panel, almost shy about looking at Dogma in the eyes. “You’re free this evening, right?”

“Yeah,” Dogma replies. Toast should know; they have the same shifts after all.

“Then… Would you like to… I don’t know, go to 79’s or something?”

Is Toast asking him out? Or maybe it’s just a friendly outing. Jeez, Dogma, don’t jump to conclusions immediately.

Is this because of the discussion they’ve just had? Or would’ve Toast invited him anyways? It’s hard to tell, though if he has to be completely honest, Dogma doesn’t really care about it.

Whatever the reasons may have been, he still feels flattered that someone would want to spend time with him, especially considering how little they know each other - and maybe that’s the reason, a mean voice suggests. Still, he believes that the two of them understand each other a little bit.

Besides… He never went to 79’s, and he’d lie if he said that he’s not curious about it, thus Dogma can only turn to look at Toast, waiting for him to do the same, and smile.

“I’d love to.”

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Voltron Clone Wars AU- Characters, Part II

I got really long and detailed with all these descriptions, I thought it’d be better to split it up into two posts. So, here’s the cast, Part II!

Part I here!

Hunk

17-year-old Mirialan Jedi Temple Guard, trained by Master Altea.

Hunk is friendlier than most Temple Guards, as he openly speaks with Jedi in the Temple and will help out anyone who needs directions or whatever else.

He often volunteers to escort any visitors to the Temple, and he ensures that they are comfortable and catered to. If visitors are staying the night, Hunk will be the first to volunteer to guard their room.

This level of open fraternization from a Jedi Temple Guard does not go unnoticed by Master Drallig, head of the guard, and he tries to discipline Hunk for this, but the latter’s former Master, Allura, always convinces Drallig to let him off easy.

When Hunk is really sneaky, he can even cook late-night meals for the Younglings, and even some troublemaking Knights. These occurrences are few and far between, but kept extremely secret.

Hunk prefers to use words to dispel confrontation and violence as only a last-resort, and he has resolved many Temple break-ins through simply talking the perpetrator down from an irrational state.

Hunk’s track record with peacefully resolving conflict is the reason Master Drallig can’t afford to expel him for the ‘inappropriate’ fraternization.

Like all Jedi Temple Guards, he uses a yellow lightsaber pike. Though he rarely uses it, he was taught to use a lightsaber by Master Altea, so it would be a disaster for someone to be on the receiving end of Hunk’s attacks.

Hunk’s connection to the Force may seem weaker than other Jedi, but he has an incredible ability to manipulate extremely heavy objects. He can even Force-throw people more easily than most if a situation demands it.

He is especially chummy with Lance, with whom he was trained as a Youngling. If they fought side-by-side in a battle, it would be like facing a tornado of deadly yellow and blue light.

Hunk is close with a Kel Dor Senator named Shay, who often comes to the Jedi Temple to address the Council on the matters concerning her homeworld of Dorin. Hunk will personally escort her around whenever she does this.

Coran

53-year-old Shili Togruta Jedi Master, trained by Master Sinube, mentored Jedi Knight Lance Mcclain and several other Padawans, now mostly teaches Younglings.

He’s a vet. He recorded the Mandalorian Civil War, witnessed the outbreak of the Invasion of Naboo, and fought in the First Battle of Geonosis. Coran’s seen some sh*t.

He’s most immersed in the history and politics of his home planet, Shili.

For years, Coran was assigned by the Jedi Council to be a body guard to the Senators from Shili.

He and Coran became close friends, and the latter became very involved in the goings-on of his homeworld.

Coran was the one who sensed Allura’s attunement to the Force when her mother gave birth to her. The Council ordered him to take her back to the Temple to begin training.

Alfor and his wife were hesitant to just give up their only child, and they wanted her to know of her heritage and her people.

Coran sympathized and understood more than any other Jedi did the plight of the Senators, so he made the compromise that Alfor and his wife could see her on Coruscant when they came.

Coran has a crossguard saber that ignites green. He has amazing balance with it, and few dare to cross blades with this Master.

Coran would have been Allura’s Master, but he knew taking her on as an apprentice may result in not only him forming an attachment, but her getting too used to the familiarity of family and friends. So, Master Windu took her on.

Lance

17-year-old Nabooian Togruta Jedi Knight, trained by Master Smythe.

Lance is friendly with everyone around the Temple, even when it’s not exactly welcome. He has also faced several warnings from the Jedi Council to stop saying inappropriate things towards Aayla Secura, Barriss Offee, Obi-Wan Kenobi, and several other Jedi.

Lance figures since he can’t form attachments anyway, they must know it leads to nothing. What’s the harm?

Lance has a standard-hilt blue lightsaber, built for aquatic conditions.

Lance’s blocking skills with a saber are unmatched. He almost always takes out every droid that attacks him with its own shot.

He’s also a brilliant shot with a blaster if push comes to shove.

Lance and Hunk trained very closely as both Younglings and as Padawans, as their respective masters remained on Coruscant for most of their training and missions.

As such, Lance is only ever excited to go out and fight in the Clone Wars.

His clone battalion is the 405th Wave, who paint light cerulean waves on their armor. They’re very carefree and wild in a fight, but Lance can direct them like a master strategist.

They are especially adept at underwater combat, and aided during many of the marine battles of the Clone Wars.

He’s not quite a natural pilot like the many of the other Jedi, but he practiced hard to master his starfighter.

Lance was born on Naboo to immigrant parents, who already had a large family, and he was the only one of his siblings born Force-sensitive. It devastated the family when the Jedi took him away to the Temple.

He only has vague memories of being on Naboo, remembering nothing but blurry faces and shimmering water.

Sometimes, during meditation, his mind wanders through the Force back to Naboo and his family, wondering if they still miss him or if he’ll ever get to meet them.

Lance and Keith met during the Battle of Mimban, when Lance and the 405th had to drop down from above and aid Keith and the 224th, who ended up surrounded on a marsh island.

Lance and Keith immediately did not get along, Lance disliking Keith’s reckless strategies and hotheaded demeanor, and Keith disliking Lance’s unconventional approach to fighting and lighthearted, flirty attitude.

Lance starts getting stuck on more missions watching Keith’s back, and as he does, he senses the Dark Side in Keith, and takes it upon himself to be Keith’s anchor to the light.

Keith

17-year-old Saleucami Twi’lek-human halfbreed Jedi Knight, trained by Master Shirogane.

Keith is admired for being a fantastic pilot, second in skill only to Anakin Skywalker, but most of the time he keeps to himself. He doesn’t have many friends in the Temple besides Shiro.

He... teeters on the Dark Side dangerously often, and Shiro is constantly worrying about him because of this.

It’s not really that surprising, considering how he was raised on a backwater desert planet, outcast for being an ‘ugly’ halfbreed, abandoned by his Twi’lek mother to return to Ryloth, and given up by his father with no explanation. On top of this, apparently he’s also Force-sensitive and must be trained to fight in the Clone Wars.

He holds a lot of resentment towards his heritage, and he doesn’t truly feel he has a home except with Shiro. Shiro was the one who tracked him down and offered him a home in the Temple, and he’s the only reason Keith really went along with the whole Jedi thing.

He knows Hunk and Master Altea because Shiro is so close to the latter, though he’s not really on friendly terms with either of them. He also knows Pidge, but they can butt heads on the battlefield when the Padawan has to cope with Keith’s impulsive leadership.

His lightsaber is a curved-hilt lightsaber that ignites yellow-green. He is a proficient swordsman.

Keith often has troubling dreams of him going into battle, only to ignite his saber and find that it’s turned red.

Keith commands the 224th clone battalion, accented with scarlet flames.

He once lead a battle with them on Mimban, but ended up getting trapped on a marsh island until Lance and his battalion arrived as backup.

Though they didn’t enjoy it, the Jedi Council found that Lance and Keith worked very well together and could be a great asset in the war if they worked together.

When the two are deployed to aid in the Battle of Ryloth, Keith is hesitant to go to the homeworld of his mother, in fear that he’ll find her and have to confront his past.

Keith is tense the whole time that they are there, with the temptation of the Dark Side looming over him, but Lance is able to talk him down from it and calm him. Lance helps Keith stay cool during their time on Ryloth, and eventually Keith is even able to talk through his feelings on his mixed heritage as Lance listens.

After Ryloth, Keith realizes he’s feeling an attachment to Lance, and that terrifies him. He then tries to act as cold as possible towards Lance, which only makes the other Knight feel worthless.

This escalates his descent into the Dark Side.

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